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koulakoukoula2003 · 2 years

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I love ur writing sm especially when u write abt Erwin. Can u do one where basically Erwin is obsessed with the reader and would like do anything to keep her and the reader wants to be like mischievous or whatever and runs away whilst he’s on his trip and when Erwin comes back he sees that she’s gone but then Levi finds her and brings her to him and Erwin punishes her and fucks the reader like ROUGH with pain and pleasure.(With spitting kink, clit slapping, riding his face, and more)

OH MA GAWD, ANON I've been waiting for this ask my entire life

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El diablo (Yandere!MafiaBoss!Erwin x Reader)

Pairing: Erwin x Reader, Erwin x You, Erwin x Y/n, Erwin x OC

Genre: Mafia!AU, Yandere!MafiaBoss!Erwin, Smut, Porn with a pinch of Plot

Trigger Warnings: ROUGH SMUT 👏👏, spanking, punishment, pain kink and oral (f receiving, riding Erwin's face) as per requested, spitting kink, clit slapping, vaginal sex, fingering, overstimulation, orgasm denial (yes I went with both lmao), size kink, catoptrophilia, daddy kink, breath play, choking, slightly dubcon BUT CMON THE READER IS JUST BEING DIFFICULT, mention of human and drug trafficking. Daddy Erwin is a lil mean, blacking out, creampie, Yandere behaviour, possessive smut, some parts are unedited lol

Tagging: @peachysunrize (<- I just realised that you've written some of the best smut out there, so, thank you for your service) @syrma-sensei @antoxsmith @macyomoiji @hopeless-daydream3r @shrekisshrimpthesimp (<- I heard you wanna get railed by a certain commander daddy, so I thought I'd deliver 🤣) @klinofil um who else? I've probably forgotten some ppl, pls lemme know in the comments if I have

A/N: sorry I haven't posted anything in sooooo long 😭 I was supposed to post this yesterday but life happened 💀 pls enjoy, and stay horny, I will open my inbox soon🥰🥰🥰

You knew they'd find you. Running away was stupid, but what else were you supposed to do? You knew Erwin was rich. You knew he had a company and you had felt suspicious about it because nobody ever knew what it was that his company produced, and whenever you'd ask he'd dodge your question with something else.

Erwin was smart. He was a mastermind and he could fool everyone. He had managed to fool you for months. You've been together for months. You were just a college student when he laid eyes on you and he knew he had to have you. He paid all your student fees and you didn't even know who he was.

But when you met, he was so gentle. He was kind, and he had manners. He could treat you like no other man your age could. Surely, he was a tad bit older, but everything else about him was perfect. His looks, his wallet, his apartment that you both shared.

No clear feelings had been exchanged. He used you, and in return you got to sleep on his bed and spend his money on pretty dresses. Everything was fine so far.

Then one day you come across some paperwork scattered on his desk, in his office at the top of the highest skyscraper that he owned, and then you realised exactly what kind of man he was. He was the mediator of all heroine routes in the country and your heart clenched beneath your chest when you realised you had to leave. You had to run and get out of here. He hadn't told you about this, who knows what more lied in the dark?

So you ran. You packed a suitcase whilst he was working and you escaped when no one's eyes were on you. It was so naïve of you to think he'd let you go just like that. You had figured out something about his renowned company that if you let it out, you'd ruin everything.

So, it was no surprise when the cool steel of a gun brushed the small of your back and you gasped. Your body shook in terror. You were waiting for the train at the station to take you far from here, but that was no longer an option.

You peeked behind you — it was Levi. Erwin's trusted dog. The one man army that would follow Erwin everywhere. Erwin was untouchable by all enemies because of this man. Of course he had sent him to find you. They were going to kill you, weren't they?

Your hands began to shake and your eyes widened. They were going to kill you. You knew things you shouldn't.

"I won't tell anybody anything, Levi please, I beg of you, just let me go-"

"That's not why he sent me to find you," Levi cut you.

His hand found your shoulder from behind, squeezing down hard enough to hurt. You winced and gritted your teeth trying not to make any more sounds of discomfort. There were people around you. Even if you made a scene and began shouting — even if you escaped, they'd find you. there was no escape. Erwin had connections everywhere.

"Alright," You fisted your fingers and tried your best to hide the shaky movement.

Levi smirked slightly and withdrew his gun. "Smart girl,"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You were almost trembling when Levi dragged you inside the familiar office. Erwin was right there. His strong figure never ceased to bring so much tension inside an otherwise empty room.

"Leave us," Erwin said. He did not take his eyes off the paperwork that spread all over his desk. Levi obeyed and walked out of the room. and you looked at him whilst he left like a scared little prey pleading for him to stay and not leave you alone with this dangerous man.

You didn't know whether to confront this man or just be the obedient little thing that he wanted you to be. There wasn't much that you could say. He had you trapped and there was nowhere to go and do but whatever he wanted you to do.

"Are you scared of me? Now that you know who I am?" He asked and you flinched in place at the sound of his voice, but he did not look at you. Whatever paperwork he had been working on was far more important than you.

"Of course, I am. What did you expect of me? Applause?"

He chuckled. "I hardly deserve anything remotely close to that,"

"Then why do you do it?"

"Where do you think I got all this money from, y/n?" Erwin finally looked at you. "I'm a thirty-seven-year-old billionaire with a company that nobody will buy anything from, how do you think I got here?"

"You got there the wrong way,"

"There is no wrong and right way,"

You scoffed. There was no convincing this man. You knew how stubborn he could be. "Can I at least leave? No worries, I won't tell anybody anything,"

"Leave and go where?" Erwin stood up and approached you. "You have no friends, no house, no apartment, no relatives. no job. You have nowhere to go, y/n," He wrapped his arms around you and tugged you close to him. Bright blue eyes met your own and your breath hitched in your throat. He was right. You had nothing. He was your entire world. "You only have me, y/n, you know why that is?" He leaned close enough till his lips were mere inches away from yours. "Because I am all you need,"

No, you might have had nothing meaningful in your life. He may have been right. You were nothing without him. But you had to stand your ground. A choice that you would regret later.

"I don't need a criminal in my life," you turned around to leave but he grabbed your hand and shoved you back close to him. You parted your lips to speak, but he kissed you instead.

You hated yourself for how easily you melted right in. This man was a criminal. This man was a murderer. He had done things you could hardly imagine, but here you were now, letting him kiss you.

You bit on his lip harshly enough to make him pull back with a grunt. He let go of your arm, and wrapped his strong fingers around your throat, threatening to choke you. You gasped.

"A criminal, huh?" He tightened his grip around your throat but not enough to cut your air. It was certainly enough to intimidate you. "Then I should treat you like one,"

He tossed you on the floor like a ragdoll. You were on your knees and attempting to run off before you knew it, but he caught your face and forced your pretty lips to part with his fingers digging to your chin. He stared down at you with those eyes almost predatory.

You were so pretty right there. You were his pretty little girl. It was foolish of you think he'd ever let you go.

He unbuckled his pants and his cock met your lips. You parted your lips to speak, but he thrust his cock inside your mouth instead, holding your hair out of your face and keeping his cock buried in your throat.

You groaned. Your eyes burned with tears and you grabbed his strong hips that started moving, dragging his cock in and out of your mouth at a fast, urgent pace. You choked. Saliva ran down your chin, making a small puddle on the floor, and he let out those little, barely audible grunts that always drove you insane.

He petted your hair. "That's a good girl," he pulled out of your mouth with a jerk. A little longer and he would've combusted on the spot. But you were gorgeous right there, on your undoubtedly bruised knees and your pretty chest heaving up and down in deep breaths.

He picked you up so easily, settling you stomach down on his shoulder. Your head dangling and you punched his back in a pathetic attempt to make him let you down.

"You bastard-" You let out a cry when he tossed you down on his bed and it was almost pathetic how your legs were already parting for him.

"I suggest you pick your next words carefully, cause I don't think you're trying hard enough to run off," Erwin forced three large fingers in your mouth and you sucked on them so obediently. You wanted this more than you could admit, and he knew that. He knew you so well, better than anyone in the world right now.

He pulled his fingers from your mouth and he pushed down the shorts you were wearing revealing your cotton panties. A stripe of slick was already there and it was enough evidence for him to ravage you. He slipped your panties down your legs, revealing your throbbing clit and your sweet hole that was clenching around the cold air of the room.

But this was still meant to be a punishment. He let down a sharp smack on your throbbing clit and you cried out. Hips lifted up against him in search for more friction as the pain only riled you up even more.

He did it again, and again, scattering strong smacks on your clit till your hips were jumping to his face and your cries echoed in the room. You could've sworn, you were going to cum just from that. Your daddy was cruel. He was cruel in bed, he was cruel in life, he was a criminal and everything made sense, but everything just felt so good right now and you were so fucking close to sweet release-

He pulled his hand back and you sobbed. "What a slutty little girl," he stroked your cheek with one hand, the other ghosting over your convulsing hole. "But since I'm a criminal, your pleasure is the last thing on my mind,"

"Y- You're not! P- Please, daddy, I was wrong, please just let me cum, please, please..."

"I need a proper apology, little girl," He eased a thick long finger inside you, immediately finding your spot, making your legs close around him, and your eyes to shut tight. "I can be denying you orgasms all night, or I can be making you cum all night till you're spent and begging for me to stop, but none would be enough because you were an ungrateful little slut that tried to leave me," he eased another finger inside you, stretching your hole, preparing you for his cock. "So, what will it be, baby girl? Choose your next words wisely,"

" 'm s' sorry, daddy, p- please forgive me..." You sobbed, all pathetic, with beautiful little tears running down your cheeks. "...please, I'll be good, I'll be good..."

The pads of his fingers were pressing against your spot but he wasn't moving them, and it was driving you insane. You needed some friction. You needed something. You tried moving your hips, but he pinned your body back down on the bed with his other arm.

Maybe he'd take pity on you after all.

"Good girl,"

He took his fingers out of you and hooked his arms around your legs bringing you to straddle his chest. He caught your ass cheeks and brought your cunt to his face.

"You're going to ride my face till you cum on my tongue like a good girl,"

Your eyes widened and you tried to speak, but his tongue was on your clit, lapping and licking and pulling it between his lips, sucking hard and your jaw dropped. You threw your hands on the bed to prop yourself as you began to ride his mouth. His tongue thrust in your wet hole and you cried out. His nose nudged on your clit and your fingers fisted around the sheets. Your sounds were intoxicating and your hips began to shake. He striked a blow to your asscheek and you cried out.

"Fuck! Please, daddy, I'm gonna cum... 'mma cum, please, please..."

He smacked your backside again, and again, till his hand was imprinted on a rosy colour on your skin, and your whole body was shaking. His tongue was fucking your hole and your clit was grinding against his nose, and it was all too much for you. You came so hard with a shout, and your body shook. Your legs closed around his head as he overstimulated you with his tongue and you grasped his hair, tearing his mouth off your cunt.

You were lying on your back before you knew it. He was standing on top of you, finally fully unbuttoning his shirt and you reached up for him, pushing his shirt down his shoulders, you brought him down to kiss you.

He kissed you hard and you could taste yourself on his lips. You buried your fingers in his hair and he let out a soft grunt, and you knew there was no way you could ever leave this man. What were you thinking?

He pulled from your lips and buried his face in your neck, kissing and biting, and leaving marks. "Mine," he groaned in your neck. "All mine," He bit down harshly enough to hurt and you trembled beneath him, but you loved each second. All you could do was agree with breathy yeses.

He pulled the leather belt from his pants and twisted you like a ragdoll on your stomach. He brought your hands to your back and tied your wrists to the small of your back with his belt tightly.

You whimpered, shaking your hands, trying to break free. He smirked. This was still a punishment after all. He sat by the edge of the bed, dragging your body with your stomach on his lap, your pretty ass in the air and his rough fingers brushing over it.

"Count to ten. If you lose count, we'll start over, is that understood?"

Fuck. This man was going to be the death of you. "Y- Yes, sir,"

Such a good girl. The first smack was harsh and it knocked a cry out of you, but the pain spread hot and straight to your cunt.

"One!"

The next smack sent your body jolting forward and tensing up.

"Two!"

By the fifth smack, you were sweating. Your backside felt like it was on fire, and your rosy skin burned as he ran his large palm over it to smooth away the sweet pain that had your cunt dripping. His bare cock was hard against your belly. Watching you shake, and whimper and trying to squirm away from his grip was a sight for sore eyes.

"S- Six!" You cried out and fat salty tears ran down your cheeks like a waterfall. Cute little sobs escaped your throat. You buried your face in the bedsheets. Your poor cunt was begging to be touched and you tried to soothe the pain by rubbing your thighs together but he landed the seventh blow to punish you for that. "S- Seven... please, daddy, 's too much... too much, I can't, it hurts- Ah!"

The eighth blow was hard. It landed straight to the dark red hand imprint of your butt cheek and it shut you up immediately. He was relentless and cruel.

"Do you think it didnt hurt? You, leaving me?" His hand reached for your face, forcing his fingers past your lips and you sucked on them obediently. He caught your hair with his free arm, to pull your head back so that he could look at your tear stained cheeks and your ruined mascara while he forced his fingers down your throat. "Daddy's precious little girl just doesn't love daddy enough, does she?"

You shook your head erratically and once he pulled his fingers out of your mouth you started apologising. "No! I love you, daddy, I love you so much, I'll never try to leave you again, I promise, I promise, I'll be good..."

"Aw, baby, I know,"

His fingers prodded to your hole and you gasped at the mere brush of his fingers all over your wet cunt. One finger slipped in easily, and then he eased in another, finding your spot immediately, and without any warning he began pumping it. You cried out. Finally some relief.

"Yes! Yes, daddy, please let me cum, please, please..."

It felt amazing. Thick fingers stretching your needy cunt thin and rough fingertips pressing over that sweet spongy spot over and over. The squelching noises of his fingers thrusting in your cunt were almost as loud as your sounds. It was embarrassing. You had enjoyed your punishment more than you should've.

You loved pain, and be knew it.

"Be a good girl and cum all over daddy's fingers,"

You needed no further prompting with how he was thrusting against your spot. Your vision almost went black and your body shook in his grasp as he finger-fucked you through your orgasm.

Before you knew it, he tossed you stomach down, ass up on the bed and thrust his fat cock inside you. You screamed. No matter how wet you are, the stretch of his girth and his size was always painful, but you loved it. He didn't even give you a moment to adjust. He started thrusting hard and fast right away. His own lust taking over him. Your wrists still bound, and your poor cunt still sensitive from the previous orgasm, you could do nothing but bury your face in the mattress and take it.

"Daddy, 's too much please-"

"Shut up, and take it," He growled, one hand on your shoulder to keep pushing you against him, the other sinking in the mattress. He listened to you as you screamed and cried, and squirmed, and sobbed melodiously. Such a pretty little thing. His pretty little thing.

You came hard around his cock. Your warm wet walls squeezed him so tight, he could have cum on the spot. But he wasn't done with you. He pulled out of you, to watch your body shaking and your sweet hole throbbing.

A strong arm hooked around you, bringing your back against his chest and bringing you to your knees.

"Look up, baby," He spoke against your ear and you looked at your reflection in the mirror by the other side of the room with blurry eyes.

You were a mess. Ruined makeup, glossy eyes, salty cheeks, bitten lips. Wet thighs covered in your slick, and his veiny arm was wrapped around your neck. Large strong fingers were wrapped around your throat. You looked like a dog, his fingers, your leash, your master, the man behind you, who looked so much bigger comparing to your small, trembling body. Your hair were a disheveled mess and so were his own. Multiple marks were littered all over the skin of your neck, your chest, your breasts. His marks you were going to carry for days. You could feel his hard cock on the small of your back. You reached back for it, pumping it between your weak fingers and a small smirk spread on his lips.

"Look at yourself, y/n," He groaned agaisnt your ear. "You're so fucking beautiful. You're my beautiful little girl and no one will touch you but me, is that understood? You're mine,"

"Y- Yes, daddy, 'm yours, 'm yours, all yours..." You breathed heavily and you let out the sweetest sound as his cock eased back inside you. Your walls fluttered around him, welcoming him back in your wet heat.

"Good girl," He wrapped an arm around your stomach so that he could feel his cock protruding from there, and the arm around your throat caught your hair, pulling your face up. He caught your chin, parting your pretty lips and spitting in your mouth. You squirmed and swallowed right away. He petted your hair "Such a good girl," before pulling on your hair to turn your face back in the mirror. "Now look at yourself in the mirror while daddy fucks you,"

"Y- Yes, daddy,"

And you looked so good right there, as his cock slammed in and out of you. His arm was tight around you, slamming you back to him while the tip of his cock abused your sensitive spot over and over and you came hard almost instantly.

You've no idea how many orgasms he fucked out of you, but you blacked out in the end, used and shaky and exhausted as he pumped his cum into you and tucked you to bed. You faintly remember him telling you how much he loves you, and how impossible he was going to make it for you to ever leave him <3

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relax-and-read-on · 2 years

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I’m going to try and be as held together as possible. But the Primarchs are BROTHERS. Yes, the astartes are a whole another can of worms. But they’re brothers. Why? What is with the incest in this fandom? (I’m totally for lgbt I’m aro ace myself and a fanfic writer.) But this is just why?

Well, I fully expected someone to come at me eventually about this, and I thank you for actually being very polite about it! I'll try to explain myself as much as I can. I will only speak about myself and how I see it, it might be different for others.

First one all: Imo, genetically, they are not any more related than two random humans plucked from different continent. It's canon that Big E mixed up many string of DNA to make them. I do headcanons some of them as closer, genetically. Alpahrius Omegon are obliviously twins, and I like to Imagine Corvus and Konrad as such too.

Second: Culturally, again, imo, most of them don't see each others as brothers. They grew up on different planets, some with actual siblings and foster family, and only became into contact with each others as adult. Im pretty sure that canon Emperor simply decided to use a "family" structure to control them more easily, creating a sense of loyalty in them and not just going "hello im a weirdo who made you in a lab and then accidentally lost you around the galaxy".

I actually think it greatly vary, how the boys see one another. Magnus definitely see Lorgar as his brother, but if my memory is right, never gave a shit about Konrad. As a result, calling someone "brother" with meaning feel like a very deliberate choice for them.

Third, author intent: warhammer was created in.... An area were representations was, at best, minimal. Now I know it's the imperium and all, but they still somehow managed to sneak in some really awful queer coding. Fulgrim being so obliviously lgbtq+ and being the one to fall to the demon of sex and lust? (I know, slaanesh represent other things, but the link is here). Lion being LITERALLY named after a queer poet and having his entire concept being into hiding and secrecy? It suck. It really, really suck. So, I queer up some more of the characters. I make Corvus a transwoman, turn Ferrus into a gay icon, and let Leman be the bisexual horn dog he always deserved to be.

Fourth... Well, this is a bit more shallow, but: it make for great story. Literally almost everyone that is a big name in warhammer is freaking related, unless you move to the guards (Wich I do, god I could write love letters about the guards). As such, if you want to add romance to a story, and I do enjoy solid romance, and sex, and drama, you will quickly run into some issues of just... Not having enough unrelated character. Wich suck!!! I want more normal humans to have SM bf!!! Heck I want xenos to date the big dudes!!!! One of my fav ship is literally Yvraine/Guilliman yall

Im also terrible at dealing with oc, I don't enjoy writing them most of the time, and they feel extra cringy if I try to ship them with a main cast.

Fifth point, kinda related to the precedent two: something, having the boys being in love make a better story. The absolute tragedy of Fulgrim killing Ferrus, and then realising what he has done?? The pained betrayal of Sanguinius, after realising that Horus was utterly lost to Chaos? Beautiful. I like those things better with a flavoring of romance, but I fully respect someone who think it's more poignant to write about family members experiencing that betrayal.

Sixth: I write mostly to cope. I have a lot of pretty serious health issues, and suffer various shade of ptsd. I have experienced very personal and awful things before, and worked frontline in healthcare during the worst of the pandemic. It might seem like a strange way to justifie it, but going feral and posting outrageously sexual and stupid things really does help me relax and deal with bad things in my life.

And finally, the one that is the most important to me: they are fictional. They are literally plastic figurine that I can walk around on my table and can make them kiss in pretend if I want to. I could also take their mini, grab some greenstuff, and decide that, my Magnus is now "Sir flying mc pants, level 5 wizard of birbs and stupidity" and paint him green.

I have fun imagining them fucking or falling in love or eating spicy tacos or singing at eurovisions (and yes that post is coming), because it bring me joy, and I don't see it as incest. They aren't real. I can literally decide to not make them brother in my brain, just as I decided that Colchis should be based on Algeria in all my hc, or that Vulkan should not be chucked in black paint.

So yeah, that's why I write what I write!!! To be honest tho, you came around at a bad time, rn almost everything recent is peak horny posting lol. My mutuals do seem to enjoy it??? Good for them?????

If this is still distasteful to you, that's totally ok! We all have different tolerance level for fictional content. There's plenty of things that I avoid, and I don't mind at all if people block me! Your comfort level is more important than exposing yourself to potentially triggering content.

#warhammer 40k #warhammer #wh40k #warhammer community #meta #primarch #wowi i wrote a novel again oops #i can never shur up can't I

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yanderecandystore · 4 years

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aaaaa I loved the deity reader x the collector sm!!! can we please have more of them? even if it’s just them being salty towards each other/fighting or if it’s them just talking it out.

Hey boo, how's it going?

I'm trying to do all requests in the order that they came in and how long does it take me to write them, sorry if yours has taken some time to be answered.

I'm surprised people liked this headcanon, so how about more of it?

TW/Tags: Let's go the fighting then talking route // vague fight scene because why the hell not // some slight angst and fluff? Maybe. // Really sad out of nowhere?? Also, mentions of injuries.

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"- Fighting is pointless." [Yandere!Eldritch OC x Experienced God!Reader - Headcanon]:

I guess you can imagine the destruction that you and him can cause.

You didn't expect him to have so many tricks up his sleeves. But you guess he also didn't expect you to have just as much willpower as you have.

A fight that was truly fit for the gods, but at what cost?

An entire continent being destroyed by your hands.

You tried convincing him to leave this planet and never come back. To never take any creature from this place ever again. Talking was proven to be futile, as your fight has begun the moment the discussion started.

You managed to hurt his skin, granted that it could still regenerate at any time. He hurted you a couple of times, but-

The fight has ended shortly by his mask starting to crack from each time you hit him and each time he inflicted any small amount of pain on you.

It took you some time to realize why he was so stressed out, of why his mask was breaking so easily.

You two managed to turn a once beautiful place into a wasteland. How could you do this?

"- I didn't want this to happen." He was the first one to say what you were both thinking while taking a look at the vast amount of land that has been destroyed.

His body was shaking slightly as he had sat down, trying to cope with what just happened.

You did the same.

You decided to give him a second of silence before asking:

"- Why are you breaking?" And as the question left your lips, his body had cringed at the words so badly, that it almost caused another crack in his face.

"- Y-You really d-don't know me, huh?" He asked almost jokingly. His voice was stuttering so bad, his whole body was about to give up.

He is correct. You're aware of that. You don't really know him all that well, apparently.

"- I-I- I HATE-E THIS!" He managed to get out between stutters and frantic shaking, while punching the ground with his fist.

You know, when he said he loved life and living creatures, he really meant that. So many life forms dead by his hands, and for what? For an stupid argument.

He never killed anyone like this, really. This was a really difficult experience for him to cope with.

"- Me too." You said back. You didn't want things to reach this point.

You sighed. Feeling just as bad as the mutual earth lover by your side. You felt two large fingers pull your clothes, in a "trying to take your attention" sort of way, but because of how huge he is in general, it js really hard to not notice.

"- What is it?" You asked while turning your head to see an immense amount of oil starting to slip through his mask's holes.

There are a lot of words that are known in his kind's vocabulary. Some could even be translated to the human vocabulary really easily by associating their meanings. But what they didn't know how to say was 'sorry'.

So in a pathetic attempt to apologise to you, he does this little mannerism. Is all he is able to do. Pull your clothes in a shy manner while crying oil and whimpering.

But you didn't notice that, all that you did noticed was the amount of cracks opening his mask.

"- Your mask! Is too broken!" You stated as you tried getting closer to him. Either by flying or by getting some help by his hands, you got closer to his face.

"- I didn't think you would be-" You started saying as you tried to put your hand in his mask, but he flinched. Scared of your touch hurting him. Again.

"- Oh… Oh my God." You can't tell if you're sorry or just feel pity for his current state. It's a creature tall as a building acting like a scared dog.

"- I hurt you." A low whisper was able to be heard coming from the mask, just like other whimpers and… Uhn, some unsavory sounds. Sounds of something squishy moving, constantly.

You sometimes forget that you don't know exactly what hides behind the mask, you only know that the entrance to his dimension is behind it, just that. Whenever he tried putting you in his pocket dimension, a bright light would always blind you temporarily, so you don't know what truly is there.

But anyway, this is not the time to care about his freaky anatomy, but rather to focus on his well-being and safety (and well, the safety of the entire planet).

"- Oh come on now, I hit you, you hit me, we were fighting. You don't need to worry about me." You tried reassuring the big guy, because again, if his mask breaks, you're going to be sent flying through the air.

You patted the mask, even though it doesn't make any sense, he still felt your soothing touch. The oil coming out of his cracks is a little sticky and is starting to dirty your clothes a little.

Even if you try to comfort him, the deed was done. You two managed to devastated a whole piece of land, and just the thought of all the life forms he has wiped out in a couple of seconds started to make him spill more and more oil on the ground, and on you, accidentally.

"- ……" There is an eerie sound coming from the mask, untill you heard a couple of words be said in a language you aren't familiar with.

"- ……… I'm sorry……." He did it again, this time translating what he said. It's kinda funny how ridiculously hard it is for him to say those words. It's like it hurts his ego so badly, lol.

Oh no wait, nevermind, it really does hurt to say them, he is whimpering all over again.

This situation may seem hopeless at first, until you remembered one thing, maybe this could help him cheer up.

"- Hey, we're similar right? Maybe we can both fix this together." You said hoping he would catch what you meant. But no, he didn't.

He didn't understand until you started to show him you could create life in this wasted land. There was still hope, it'll just take a little bit of help and patience.

"- Will you help me?" You asked, smiling at the creature who technically is always smiling because of his mask's design.

In the end, you two decided to work together for once. Bringing life to this place once again.

It seems to be way more fun than capturing creatures to his own personal viewing pleasure. He is really, really quiet, maybe you should find a way to fix his mask, to not only stop it from breaking more, but to also help him heal, because as long as the mask is in this terrible state, he'll always be in pain.

You wonder if this is why his voice has been so quiet and shy out of nowhere. Or maybe it's because he really does feel sorry for hurting you and the life forms that used to be here.

Anyway, you got a big soft spidery boi now. Give him some head pats once in a while.

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luvbotclub · 4 years

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stay — part one: mark lee.

it’s not me, it’s you— you had a change of heart. what kind of change of heart was that and why didn’t feel it? or in which mark doubts himself as an idol, a boyfriend, and a person.

content warning for angst, i’m sorry markzens. 4,867 words.

this can be read as x reader or x oc since i didn’t give mark’s girlfriend a name (this applies to the other parts as well). the other parts may be a little delayed since i’m working on some other fics as well, but i’ll try my best to finish this series! i hope you will enjoy reading this one :D

the sun was shining outside his window. the sunlight seeped through his silk curtains, and for some reason, mark lee didn't feel like sliding them aside and welcoming the april warmth with open arms today, or any other day to be honest. he didn't bother getting up and cooking himself some delicious breakfast, nor did he get up and at least fix his appearance a little bit. he was so disheartened to do anything ever since she left.

but mark has been feeling less like... well, mark nowadays, so there was no question as to why he was acting the way he is. but who could blame him? almost five months has passed and he has made close to no progress with moving on from her. her departure and the demise of them has impacted mark in the worst ways there is to exist.

mark has managed to go out with taeyong and jaehyun for some coffee two days prior to this unfortunate saturday morning without somehow making everyone around him feel burdened by his troubled presence.

mark hated that feeling the most ㅡ the feeling that he’s slowly becoming a burden to the people around him. and perhaps he is, indeed, starting to become a burden to the people around him.

he's tried. he's tried so hard. but it hurts, so so much. the feeling of her warm embrace and the sound of her laugh and the way she smiles are all fucking imprinted in his mind. there was no escape from her torturous murder. the poison she uses is cutting into his skin… slowly, leaving a trail of rotten memories behind.

maybe if she hadn't left him so harshly, mark would've dealt with her farewell a lot better than he is doing right now. maybe, just maybe, if she hadn't been so cruel enough to just tell him straight in the face that it's not me, it's you, you had a change of heart; mark would've forgiven himself faster. his chest would have been filled with something other than guilt and confusion to what he's done wrong, why did she leave, who made her leave, what kind of fucking change of heart was that and why in fuck's name didn't he feel it.

mark has tried to spend more time with her. he really did try, but success came for his group faster than nct and sm entertainment had expected, and he trained longer in the practice room for six days per week for their tour and comeback to make a bigger impact than before. but, in the end, when he's back in their shared apartment, it feels like everything he did wasn't enough. the awards he won, the effort he put into dancing, each lyric he sings out every blurred, sweaty night just for millions to hear. they weren't enough to make her smile reach her eyes. they weren't enough to make her satisfied with him.

they weren't enough for her to stay.

sometimes, mark would think. maybe he's really the one to the blame. maybe he should have just taken more breaks and spent more time with her ― cook lunch with her, cuddle with her on the couch, give her massages while she ranted and ranted about the rude customers at her workplace, the marais. maybe, instead of sweating and singing his heart out, he could have stayed home. maybe he should have been a better boyfriend. maybe he wasn't good enough.

for the past few days, mark's mind has been filled with maybe's and what if's and i'm never going to be good enough's. it was strange. he felt all this remorse ― he even blamed himself because he was doing what he had been wanting to do for a long time ― and all this confusion because of a girl who has sent his friends snapchats of her playing just dance with her workmates a day after she said goodbye, because of a girl who left him on a living room floor with a heart that fell into pieces and the echoes of his pleas for her to please stay with me in each corner of the room ㅡ haunting him, crawling to his skin like the remnants of a bad dream.

it was selfish for mark to think, nor to say aloud, but a despicable part of him wished she felt somewhat guilty for leaving him behind in the dust like this ㅡ or even be concerned about his well being. but no. she left in the first place without a care ㅡ why would she care about whatever’s happening in mark’s mind, now that she has a great life without an idol boyfriend who's always dragging her down?

but today. today. it felt like the day to start living his life again, to live like mark lee who could make people smile just by the sound of his laugh alone. he's disappeared for exactly two weeks from television appearances, family dinners, and friendly get-togethers ㅡ even company parties, he couldn't attend. he was in the stage of denial in the first week, like he was mourning over a death of a loved one. fans have left comments, questions as to why he disappeared all of a sudden all over nct’s twitter and instagram pages and they’ve started to worry whether mark was doing okay or not. his family grew concerned for his well-being, so did his fellow members. they sent him food with stupid little hearts taped to the lunchbox (taeil once sent him naengmyun, along with a paper heart with a classy dad joke and his well wishes scribbled on it). they sent him encouraging messages almost everyday ― the fans, his family, his fellow members. they're all there for him, because they knew that mark isn't okay.

mark decided to get up from his bed an hour after he finished the piece of toast and cup of coffee he both made in a haste. he didn’t even bother putting anything along with the toast, and it was burnt. everyday, his breakfast gets worse. but he needed to put something in his stomach ― he's not going to be in this state forever and he still needed to take care of himself.

mark's grip on the plate was tight, knuckles white as he rested the ceramic plate on the sink. he turned his head after washing his hands and saw the shoe and coat rack by the front door. it was strange to see her newly bought pair of nikes and her ivory coat gone from the racks ― they were her least favoured articles of clothing. maybe she could have left them with him, so he could have something that reminds him of her presence.

but, no. that's way too cruel, isn't it? she did mark a favour of not leaving a single trace of her behind, even as little as a speck of dust from her belongings or a smear of her red lipstick on his favourite white mug. she knew she was practically death itself to him ― her name a lethal spoken curse, her scent a guilty pleasure, her voice a melody so deadly. to love her will be a death wish, but he feels and loves her without a single trace of fear that it'd harm him one day. he loves her. every inch, every night spent watching stupid random shows in the tv, every kiss, every parent joke they've cracked together. he misses them. he misses her. and sometimes he didn't even care if it were his fault or hers ― because either way, she'll still leave an empty shell in his chest, a shell that longed to be filled with her love again.

mark lee never thought it was possible for his heart to ache for someone so much.

he closed his eyes and breathed out a heavy sigh, wanting nothing more than to scream out his frustrations and drink some good fucking coffee right now. but the coffee maker was broken, and mark didn't feel like going out to town and buying a new one. it might sound like it was a stupid reason and he knew perfectly well of the fact, but he doesn't want everyone to see him like this... whatever he is right now.

is he even human at this point? he feels like someone ripped half of his body and soul and he just feels the opposite of the caring mark everybody adored. he feels like he doesn't even have a heart beating right now as his eyes are closed to the darkness — just an empty chest and an empty head.

mark wants to be somewhere else other than this damn apartment. it was way too depressing and he finally got sick of being burdened by it all — it was way too exhausting to be so burdened all the time, to have your head weighed down by thoughts of what could have happened. maybe he can go to a clear field with a nice, baby blue sky, or the coffee house in town where soft jazz played. he didn’t even like jazz. maybe anywhere, just to get away from this place. even the recording studio sounded inviting right now.

the roar of mark's ringtone ripped through the silent room, and it took him a few seconds to recover from the small jumpscare he got before he grabbed his phone that was in his sweatshirt pocket. mental note: put your phone in silent mode next time.

it was a text from jeno.

[jeno]: hi hyung. you up for coffee later with jaemin later? XD

mark suppressed the urge to roll his eyes at the emoticon. jeno could be really ridiculous (and cringy) sometimes, yet he couldn’t ignore the letters that were practically glowing at his eyes, screaming for his reply to be fuck yes i am up for this, but as mark was somewhat in mid reply (and it was an awfully nonchalant yeah, sure with no stupid emoji to support his message), his fingers stopped typing.

would it be worth it, though? he doesn't even have the mental energy to go out and buy his own food, let alone go out for coffee (even though he's succeeded once...). a small part of him felt bad for jeno. all the boy wanted was to drink coffee with his members, but mark's fucking sadness is stopping him. it's not even jeno's fault mark turned out like this these past few weeks.

after a few seconds of contemplating, mark continued typing his message, feeling a little afraid of making jeno think he was uninterested.

[me]: yeah, sure. 😃 can you pick me up?

he tapped the send button, instantly regretting that he added the smiling emoji at the end (because now he sounds so enthusiastic to go, even if a part of him really did) and the fact that he just asked his friend to do him yet another favour. mark felt bad for jeno, he really did, but he didn't even know where the coffee shop was, and, knowing mark, he gets lost sometimes because the boy had no sense of direction whatsoever. jeno's response came a few seconds after, which amazed mark for a bit since jeno was never the fastest replier.

[jeno]: geez, hyung 😒

[jeno]: i'll be there around 1, jaem had to run some errands so he’ll be a lil late. see you later!!!

feeling relieved jeno didn't pry any more into the subject, mark locked his phone and put in his sweatshirt pocket. he felt more fresh, somehow, he felt like his steps won't be heavy and that his life will actually improve today. like an imaginary weight has been lifted off of his shoulders. maybe he should treat jeno and jaemin with lunch one day, if the day went well.

after a few hours of sitting in the sofa and listening to a bunch of songs taeyong has sent him over the past few days, mark went to take a nice, warm shower and changed into his “outside” clothes (...which were the same as his stay-in clothes) and waited for jeno and jaemin outside his locked home, foot tapping on the pavement out of habit.

as promised through his text, jeno arrived at mark's place at the same time when the clock in mark's phone read 1:00 pm. mark felt like grabbing jeno and giving him the biggest hug he's ever given to another member once he jumped off of the black van he arrived in ㅡ the boy's done so much for him ㅡ sending lunchboxes, agreeing to meet up with him in 3am nights where mark couldn't sleep at all, and, now, agreeing to pick mark up right on time even if he probably had million of things going through his mind right now, with nct dream's comeback slowly approaching them.

“hey, hyung,” greeted jeno, brown hair swept to the side messily. after a very long time, there was a genuine smile on mark's lips ㅡ he was happy to see a familiar face in the midst of this chaos. “you ready to go?”

mark gave the younger man a nod, and pocketed his phone in his pants.

a few minutes of catching up led them to full time story-telling, which is totally typical of the parent-like pair of friends. mark was smiling the whole time, because, again, he was with a familiar face and he hadn't been able to speak his mind to another person for a few days, constantly insecure of what others would think of him and his thoughts.

they were overcome with surprise when the driver pulled up on the pavement since they were too caught up in their conversation to pay attention to their surroundings, signalling that they've arrived in the said café. it seemed like the other cafés he's visited before. it had treats and specials lined up by the baby blue tinted window, ranging from strawberry cream puffs to the manager's favourite mushroom pizza. mark looked at the café’s exterior in astonishment and glanced back at jeno. jeno had good taste.

mark looked at the café one more time. he still had a few moments before they went inside; jeno was taking too damn well to adjust his facemask. it was perfect ㅡ black tables at the patio with white chairs as a contrast, fancy little plants lined up just by the café's entrance.

it was all fun until his eyes darted over to the shop's logo, etched in a fancy script font and a mighty golden colour. the light in mark's eyes faltered and the smile plastered on his face dropped in desultory, as the letters made his throat go dry.

the marais.

singing is a stupid thing now. he doesn't feel like singing a bunch of twisted words just for millions to hear. no. he doesn't feel like doing anything. getting scolded at for not singing a note properly is getting tiresome. constantly redoing certain parts because the producer didn’t like it is getting tiresome. thinking of her at any given opportunity is getting tiresome. doing this, whatever it is... it's tiresome.

“i hope you’re happy today,” came the soft muse of donghyuck through his headset. it was strange that mark felt something strong snap in his chest just because of these words. they were going through the songs in the album and mark didn’t know why he was even required to be here for that — he wasn’t even in make your day.

when he heard his dongsaeng’s verse, he felt like crying again. he’s gotten so bad — this was just all so fucking tiring. all he can think about is the way she looked that day in the café, stunned to see the two tall idols in her sight and soon seeing jaemin rush into the shop without much care if he was causing a ruckus or not. she didn’t think that she would see him ever again, thinking that she’s ran away from all of that, the exhausting world of mark lee and being constantly shoved to the side.

“i'm ― i'm sorry," his voice is weak. the words were strained coming out of his throat. he couldn't breathe, but he had to do this. “i can’t do this. not today, no.”

am i really doing this?

mark's heart skipped a beat. yes.

he removed his headset quickly, the song cutting off just as jaehyun’s part began. mark grabbed his cap and mask from the table and put them on. he felt no feeling of hesitation or remorse from his actions as he stared at the producer and members, all staring back at him and obviously stunned. mark shook his head and turned his back on them, ignoring donghyuck’s tired and annoyed stare burning at the back of his head. he really tried to be okay for one day, but he can't do that. the closure she gave wasn't enough — well, was there ever any closure in the first place? he had to give his own closure, or else he'll explode from all these feelings burning his insides with guilt that he didn't even have to feel in the first place if he just became a better boyfriend, a better person.

“mark, come back here,” taeyong’s tired drawl came, echoing through the halls. mark stopped walking but didn’t face his hyung. “you’re really going to skip a recording just for a girl who doesn’t even want to see you anymore?”

taeyong’s words stung, but mark swallowed and gave a firm, “yes.”

as he walked down the hallways and ignoring the incredulous burning stares of the crew, wondering why the hell he was out in the hall instead of being in the recording studio like his schedule declared so, mark thought of all the things he'll say. they need to make sense or else skipping a recording session will all be for nothing and the scolding from taeyong would make him feel even guiltier for the rest of his entire life. i love you, you heartless prick. no. that's way too blunt. i love you, and i don’t need you to say the same thing. i just want you to say goodbye one last time.

that’s all mark ever wanted.

that’s all mark ever needed.

he called a taxi and immediately got in, telling the driver his destination which was the marais. a frown was evident on the young idol's face as his phone vibrated text message after text message, all either from taeyong or taeil telling him he has the next two hours to get his ass back to the studio or else they were telling the ceo about it. it was tiring. he was debating whether to ignore them or reason it out like the adult he was, because he was feeling annoyed at their lack of understanding and at the same time he just wanted to be mature with them.

both of mark’s options sounded too far out of his reach when the taxi driver suddenly stopped his car and told him they were already at his destination, and he was forced to lock his phone instead, ignoring the constant vibration of the device.

he started shaking as he gave the driver money, and his hands became sweaty when he exited out of the car and slammed the door shut. mark walked over to the café with a heavy heart, his legs wanting nothing more than to retreat to the studio and spare his ego the embarrassment, but he was here now. there was no point in turning back. he’d embarrass himself anyways if he came back to the studio, he could practically hear donghyuck cheekily saying “i told you so” and the small knowing smirk on the younger’s face. mark shuddered at the thought.

as he went through the door of the shop, he instantly got a whiff of the strong coffee they were brewing — their bestseller and the same coffee she used to bring home for mark to drink. the boy only swallowed the fear in his throat and shook the memories off.

he walked up to the counter, legs still shaky as the employee working the cashier looked at him with a bright smile, “um, hi. i’m looking for someone who works here? is—”

“mark?”

mark looked up at the sudden voice, his words cut off halfway. if his heart was already beating fast even before he'd seen her, mark was pretty sure it’d jump right out of his chest as he made eye contact with the woman who got him into this predicament in the first place. he exhaled heavily and bowed his head to the employee behind the cashier, apologizing for the interruption before walking over to her who was standing just by the kitchen door and dressed in the white coat she hated so much. the sight made mark want to go home for some reason.

“what are you doing here?” she laughed nervously as he came closer. “aren’t you busy? i heard you guys are having a comeback?”

mark shook his head, ignoring the urge inside of him to tell her i skipped a recording for you. he knew it wouldn't matter to her anyways. “i’m not busy at all. i just want to talk to you about something. is that okay?”

she nodded yet the look in her eyes clearly said she really didn’t want anything to do with him at all. “sure, do you want to step out for a bit?”

mark only noticed the stares of the customers at the pair of them when she glanced around the room, and he immediately nodded. the last thing he needed was for someone to recognize him and spread rumours (even though he knew that was practically unavoidable at this point—people were already starting to point). she took hold of his hand and led him out of the coffee shop, ignoring the incredulous whispers of everyone.

once they were outside, mark was the first to pull his hand away from her grasp in such a haste. he almost apologized when he saw the brief shock emerge in her face at the brash action, but at this point, he didn’t have time for games anymore — figuratively and quite literally, since he only had an hour left before taeyong and taeil will call the ceo on him.

“so what is it that you want to talk about?”

“i wanted to talk about us,” mark exhaled, finally feeling a weight being lifted off of his shoulders. he saw her face contort a little, obviously displeased at the topic. “i just — you gave your closure. but i didn’t.”

“mark, it’s been months,” she laughed, the sound coming out as breathless. “you still haven’t moved on?”

“how could i do that?” mark started laughing too, albeit humorlessly. he ignored the pang in his chest as he realized that she found the entire situation funny. “everything i see, everyone i talk to. everything reminds me of you. i can’t even do anything right, i can’t even live normally anymore, because i keep thinking, why? why did she break up with me? was i a bad boyfriend?”

“mark— no,” the smile on her face dropped. “you weren’t a bad boyfriend. i just—”

“then why did you tell me i had a change of heart?!” mark was enraged. he didn’t want to be angry. he didn’t mean to raise his voice like that. he didn’t mean to let his tears cascade down his cheeks. he probably looked so pathetic right now, practically seething at the image of himself, tears falling and eyes pleading for an answer, for anything. “i didn’t. i didn’t have a change of heart. if i did then i would have been the one who ended things. if i was such a good boyfriend, then why did you leave me? right when i needed you most?”

mark didn’t even let her open her mouth before he spoke up again, the pain in his voice raw. “i tried so hard. i’ve always tried so hard but you made me feel like i didn’t. i’ve always protected you from everything and everyone. i’ve always defended you. you made me feel like everything i’ve ever done, for myself, for you — they weren’t enough for you. i always thought that maybe i wasn’t good enough to make you stay. i guess i was right, wasn’t i?”

“i was scared,” she answered calmly. “i fell out of love with you and i didn’t want to admit that. it was my fault. all of it. i only said that so i wouldn’t feel terrible about leaving you but i didn’t realize it was too harsh of me to say that right away. i’m sorry, mark, for everything. please stop blaming yourself.”

mark only nodded, wiping at the tears that were on his cheeks and blinking away the ones that threatened to fall. he got what he wanted. he got the truth. he gave his closure. so why did it still hurt? why did it still pain him to see her, looking at him like he was the saddest, most pathetic person to ever exist? the pitiful stare she was giving him made mark feel so sick in the stomach that he had to look away so that the feeling won’t resurface.

“just know,” mark breathed out shakily, fingers trembling and aching to brush the stray hair that fell on her face aside. he bit the inside of his cheek to stop the urge until he tasted blood. “i still love you and i don’t think that will ever change. even if you hurt me. even if you broke my heart so bad to the point that i didn’t know if i’ll be fine by the end of it all. you became a part of my life no matter how bad it got in the end.”

“i love you too, mark,” she smiled warmly and mark knew she was lying straight to his face right now. but he didn’t care. it felt good, strange almost, to hear those words tumble out of her lips again. “i don’t want to leave you like this but i have to go now. i made some plans with a friend. maybe we can hang out together soon? i can call you?”

“it’s okay,” mark shook his head. “i’ll be busy anyways. enjoy your day. thank you for everything.”

he was pretty sure his friends had already deleted her number from his contacts (it was either johnny or donghyuck who did it). after this, he was going to back to the studio and suffer the consequences of his actions, he’d have to put up with the hyung line staring at him with disappointed glints in their eyes during the entirety of the car ride back home and donghyuck bombarding him with questions about what happened once the younger boy has cornered him somewhere in the dorm. but he wasn’t bothered or even annoyed that he’d be experiencing these things soon.

mark was about to turn away and find a taxi when a tall man approached them, his long arms soon snaking around her shoulder and pulling her into an embrace. mark was quite surprised but shook his head — he was going to stop caring about her from now on. whatever business this man had to do with her, he didn’t care.

“who’s this, babe?” the nickname caught mark off guard.

“hyunwoo,” she mumbled under her breath, obviously uncomfortable at the current situation. “this is mark. remember? i told you about him.”

“oh, the idol?” ‘hyunwoo’ turned his head to mark and the shorter boy nodded. “nice to meet you! i heard you’re quite acquainted with my girlfriend here. she told me a lot about you.”

“oh, girlfriend?” mark was surprised at the cool tone of his question. “well, yeah. i used to be quite close with her.”

“we’re not dating or anything,” she tried to laugh off, but the nervous glint in her eyes screamed otherwise. “i’m just friends with hyunwoo. it’s like what it looks like, mark—”

“it’s okay,” mark smiled warmly, looking at her then back at hyunwoo. “i don’t care who you date. it’s not like you owe me an explanation of any sort.”

“i—yeah, of course,” she mumbled to herself, looking down at the ground before looking back up at mark. “it was nice talking to you. we’ll get going now. keep in touch, okay?”

mark nodded and the warm smile on his face didn’t falter even for a second. after the two had walked away, mark stayed in the same spot. he didn’t miss the way the two shared a short kiss before hyunwoo opened the car door for her and helped her inside before hopping in the driver’s seat and driving away. once they were gone, mark’s phone began ringing, calls from taeyong flooding his missed calls.

mark only smiled to himself, pressing the call button on taeyong’s number while his eyes were still fixated on the spot where hyunwoo’s car was previously parked.

i’ll forget about you, someday.

#mark lee #mark lee imagines #mark lee prompt #mark lee angst #nct imagines #nct prompt #nct angst #nct #nct series #( writings )#out of all the parts i think mark's is the least sad #but it's still sad nonetheless

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loki-the-trikster-god · 3 years

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hi friend clyde here!

sorry for taking so long to respond i completely missed the notification that said u responded.

oh wow. glad ur feeling better amigo :)

ahaha i bet u look amazing. no u didn’t say that. awesome. clearly u and ur ppl have good style.

augh the struggles of terrible clothing. it can just ruin a whole event sometimes. but then again, just wearing cool clothes can make a sucky situation a hell of a lot better too. yesss. fuzzy sweaters and hot chocolate are like the canada mood. it’s probably what you find in gift shops at the airport tbh. (i can’t remember it’s been a while since i’ve been to one which is sad i love airports)

lol yeah! there is. CHICAGO MIX THATS WHAT ITS CALLED. thanks brain for finally cooperating *mentally high fives self*

maybe i should try subway. hmm. idk that means i have to leave the house so idk about that.

yeah the whole thing is pretty fucked up tbh. they can all go to hell it’s just messed up

ahaha ikr. i only had pinterest for a while and i literally had a kajillion of tumblr screenshots under a board called “why is this so relatable”. it would be nicer to call out ppl if the stereotypes were wrong but nope they are all so fucking accurate gods

maybe i should watch glee. i watched some of the performances on youtube and it looks cool so 🤷

omg it’s so gay. “gayest place on the internet” lives up to the name

ehehehe yeah it was worrying me a bit bc i’ve known for a while there’s something wrong with my brain, it just doesn’t think the way it’s supposed to, and it spirals over stupid things. idk this just made me really scared that there was something thoroughly messed up about me, which there probably is but eh at least i have a friend that can’t judge me because he lives in my brain. o well.

lol. but yes. thanks friend. feel free to share if u need to as well. *hugs through the screen*

question: have u listened to and/or seen the musical “be more chill”? i listened to it yesterday it’s sooo weird but also hilarious. idk if ur into that kind of musical but it’s extremely strange, if you are in the mood to question why humanity is like this, listen to that.

until next time friend *waves*

Hello!!! Sorry it’s taken me a g e s to respond I have no excuse but I promise I still like you and I’m not trying to ignore you.

Awwww thank u sm that’s sweet

Omg I love airports too time isn’t real and it smells nice. And sweatersssss!!!! I like sweaters so much. I have many many many sweaters.

Yeah I relate if you have to wear something uncomfy you just never want to do the thing again it’s irritating.

Oooo Chicago mix. Nice. God I love that popcorn. I’m gonna buy more when I go to moms this week I think.

I still have a Pinterest lol I use it for collecting concept arts to use as references for ocs and such. Lmaoo yeah that’s the thing about calling people out on the Internet is that it’s very hard not to call someone out for something you are also guilty of. Lmao.

Ps I’m the Scum Of The Earth for taking so long, I’m so sorry:////.

Ooh which songs did you see?

Yeah I relate really hard. And like to some extent something probably is different than typical, but it isn’t going to hurt you so I’d say go with it. And yeah I get anxious like that too but you’re ok. And that’s why we need head-friends, so they won’t judge us. Brain fuckery do be like that.

*hugs through the screen*

The play is finally done, it premiers the 10th of June :)))))) it’s been delayed twice but that isn’t my problem. Related topic: my mother wants me to start looking at college soon. I don’t know what I want out of college, even within the realm of theater, so that’s gonna be fun, but it’ll be ok, I’ll sort it out.

I like musicals! One of my close friends listens to be more chill (or I guess two now lol) and she says it’s a good time! I’ll give it a listen sometime!!

This also isn’t as long a response as usual but I hope you can find it in your lovely heart to forgive me :))

Talk soon (sooner than this time hopefully)

#loki stuff #its clyde!

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ao3feed-zukka · 4 years

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Sokka: Anti-Spirits The rest of the world:SHUN THE NONBELIEVER. SHUNUNUNUNUNU NUH NUH

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3cgHGNJ

by CakeExists (CakeIsMyHeart), Fangirlshipper22

Zuko is a lot of things. Impulsive and awkward? Of course. Angsty? With this face, it's kinda hard not to be. But stupid? Definitely not. The phrase emotionally dense may apply, but the term "unintelligent" most certainly does not.

Sokka likes to think the world is fairly simple. Humans his age and older? Potentially attractive. Fire Nation? Bad. Magic Water? Annoying. Family? Important. He's not stupid, and he's not a bad guy if you ask almost anyone. Just a bit naive and a bit stubborn. And if you ask him, all this spirits mumbo jumbo is getting ridiculous and he'd like it to stop please. But the spirits are very spiteful.

(Title and Summary subject to change)

Words: 1563, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: the entire gaang, an op oc

Relationships: iroh/original character, Sokka/Zuko (Avatar), Aang/Katara (Avatar), Toph Beifong/Suki, Iroh/tea

Additional Tags: psychic powers, Bending, Tea, iroh gets a hot gf, Iroh (Avatar) is a Good Uncle, Iroh (Avatar) loves Tea, Zuko is an Awkward Turtleduck, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Past Child Abuse, Childhood Trauma, Why Did I Write This?, do i found a singular iroh smutfic, and then this popped into my mind, really thought there would be more iroh thirst, But no, both proud and surprised, cowards, anyway that is why this now exists, because i was shook by iroh smut, why did i click, Why?, anyway i recruited my bff to help, so coauthor and beta reader, ily sm, kitty please marry me, ILY, okay so imo iroh could get any chick he wanted when he gets trim, i mean who doesn't want a nice warm s/o who is massively op, So here we are, honestly surprised by the atla renaissance going like "we have ascended", "zukka shippers give no shits about the ship war", like we all grew up and made it gay, and i am LIVING FOR IT, My First Work in This Fandom, Psychonauts fusion (kinda), complexities, they have a couple years instead of one, Zuko Joins The Gaang Early (Avatar), Alchemy, so i found this alchemist zuko fic and it was amazing, i will link it later, Slow Burn

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3cgHGNJ

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #zukka #avatar: the last airbender #atla #zuko #sokka

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jhye-lee · 4 years

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒚 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝑻𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒈

Author: Skylarbeyond

Posted on Asianfanfics

Lee Taeyong x OC

Lee Taeyong who other people see

Lee Taeyong who the fans see

Lee Taeyong who I see.

I wonder who is the real Lee Taeyong?

***

There was this boy in her class who looked like he came out from the manhwa she used to read. She heard how her fellow female classmates were talking about the parcular boy. He sat alone in his seat while reading something quietly. Few other boy talking to him and they laughed together before they left him alone again in his seat. "Hwayoung-ah, isn't he cute?" One of her friends asked her. Hwayoung smiled and nodded. "Yes he is." She answered. Her friends were giggling while making a comment about the cutest boy in the class. They were making plan to make a move to the boy. But Hwayoung only looked at him curiously. He just as bright as the sun. And at that time she was very curious of how it would feel to stand behind the sun...

***

“At times like this, I wish I could drink and forget everything.”

The moon shone brightly this night but the person beside her who always as bright as the sun looked dimmer than the moon. He was supposed to be the bright one between the two of them but this night, the role was switched. She pushed a can of her half-drank beer to him. He looked at her questionably. “If you want to drink, just drink.” She said while staring at the huge billboard which could be seen from her balcony. The billboard was playing Super Human by NCT 127. Taeyong took the can and looked at it with an uncharacteristically sad smile. “You’re supposed to give me a reason of why I shouldn’t drink.” He trailed off.

Hwayoung chuckled. “When do I ever tell you to do something not ‘bad’?” Hwayoung wiggled her perfectly drawn eyebrows. Taeyong let out a small laugh. “Yeah yeah. You always be the bad one between us.” Then he sighed. A smirk made its way to his lips. “But I was the bad one in others eyes.” He said with a heartbreaking voice.

Taeyong finally decided to succumb to the dark side as he took a sip of the remaining bitter beer. His face scrunched up as the bitter taste made its way to his throat. Dizziness attacked him almost immediately. “This is disgusting. Why do you like this kind of things?” He asked her while trying to keep sober; as if he could do that. Hwayoung took back the can from Taeyong’s hand and gulped down the remaining beer in one shot. Taeyong looked at her in disgust. “This is tastier than your yogurt milk.” Hwayoung spat back at Taeyong.

Taeyong pouted at her childishly. It looked like the alcohol finally took control of him. “Whhhaattt? You are crazy Youngieee. How can thissss beeeer taste bettah?” He slurred. Hwayoung only looked at him blankly then shook her head. “Only a sip and you are gone.” Taeyong scooted closer and rested his head on her shoulder. “Ahhh, Youngie shoulder is the bessstt.” Taeyong grinned stupidly with closed eyes as he snuggled closer to her. Hwayoung sighed. She pushed back his bang so it didn’t poke his eyes.

“I don’t want to be a bad guy.”

Taeyong whimpered. Seeing him like this always so heartbreaking for her. Hwayoung rested her head on top of his head. Now the billboard was playing a Soju commercial. The sounds of the buzzing city filled the silence in the dim balcony. Hwayoung glanced at her friend. Without all that heavy make-up adorning his face, she could see the tiredness that already seemed to stay permanently on his face. She could see his lips turned into a frown. Even in his sleep, he still looked so terribly sad.

“I don’t know the entire truth about your past but...”

“I just hate seeing you sad Taeyong-ah…”

***

[+142][-15] He was a scammer and a bully. What a trash.

[+152][-16] Please leave him alone. He apologized even when he’s not wrong.

[+132][-42] Look at his fans. Defending him like a fool.

[+122][-15] You don’t know anything either. Just stop bullying him. You are no different than him then.

[+142][-17] I hate him. He can’t even rap or dance properly. All he has is his face and trashy attitude.

[+172][-81] Can you f*cking leave him alone dear netizen?

[+192][-11] Pretty face just go to hell.

[+152][-21] I don’t know how many people can defend him. He’s a bully and a scammer. Open your eyes pleaseee…

[+192][-32] LOL. SM likes him because he s*ck Sooman d*ck every day.

[+122][-11] SM golden boy. Sooman whore.

[+17][-81] Just die.

[+193][-91] Just die.

[+143][-30] Just die.

“Have you read the news?”

Hwayoung locked her phone and put it on her table. She looked at her colleague questioningly. “That Idol Bully, Lee Taeyong. Turns out he is homophobic too.” Her colleague snickered. “Here look at this. His stupid fans even defend him and saying it’s Lee Taeyon not Lee Taeyong. Stupid hormonal teenager.” Hwayoung looked at the phone screen blankly as her colleague pointed all the news she could find.

Again. Another news about him.

“Sure he is handsome. But I guess pretty package doesn’t guarantee the inside.” By now, it was hard for Hwayoung to maintain her expression. “Miss Park, aren’t you too old to talk about idol?” Hwayoung asked politely with a smile. She hoped her smile could conceal her murderous aura. Miss Park looked at her weirdly. “Oh come on, it’s fun. Look at all these comments. His fangirls really are stupid.”

Hwayoung stood up abruptly and startled Miss Park. “Yah! You surprised me.” Miss Park scowled at her. Hwayoung maintained her smile. “Oh I’m sorry. But I need to go home now.” Hwayoung took her bag and jacket and bows politely before leaving her office. She walked a few steps then halted. “Oh by the way Miss Park.” Hwayoung turned around and faced Miss Park once again. The older girl perked up. “Why do you think all the rumor about Lee Taeyong is true?” She asked.

Miss Park seemed to be taken aback by her question. Her eyes looked at anywhere but her. “W-Well, they have a proof. Everyone is talking about it in Pann.” She answered nervously. Hwayoung only smile and nodded. “Why do you ask?” Miss Park asked.

“Nothing.”

With that, she left the room and made her way home.

***

“Hello, what’s your name?”

“Hwayoung. Moon Hwayoung.”

“Youngiee then… What do you want me to write?”

Hwayoung flashed him a bright smile. “Anything. Write whatever you want.” Taeyong chuckled and nodded. “Okay then Youngie.” They didn’t say anything else as Taeyong signed her Super M album. Taeyong in front of the spotlight always looked so vibrant. No matter how sad or tired he was, everything changed as soon as he stood under the spotlight. But he always looked the happiest whenever he was with his band mates and his fans.

“Thank you for coming all the way here and see me. It means a lot for me.” He grinned widely and gave the album back to Hwayoung. She didn’t read his message on the album right away as she was busy looking at him. “I just thought that maybe you need some kind of moral support.” A laugh erupted from his body. When she saw him like this, it made her wonder how people could hate a sweet guy like him and started so many rumors about him. The Taeyong she knew since high school was the sweetest man she’d ever known. Just like any normal teenager, he cursed a few times (Hwayoung used to always insert a curse on her every sentence). He also wasn’t a social butterfly who befriended everyone in the town. It wasn’t a crime but yet, even a smallest flaw of him became a crime in front of other people.

Then her times up. “I’ll see you later.” Taeyong whispered before she left. Hwayoung waved cutely at him and earned another laughed from him. Hwayoung left the venue and took a look at the album in her hand.

To: Youngie, my only friend ©

Dinner at the hotel? My threat.

Ps: Please bring me some yogurt milk T^T

Hwayoung chuckled at the message he left her. It almost sounded like he was asking her on a secret date. She shook her head and put the album to her bag. Hwayoung took one last look at the venue. Many people, mostly girls, came to see SuperM. She found many of them bringing a fan with Taeyeong face on it or a banner with Taeyong name. It’s a relief to know that he still had many people love him despite all the nasty rumors.

“I’m going to see Taeyong oppa!”

“I can’t believe it! I’m going to see Taeyong oppa.”

“Let’s show him how much we love him, okay!”

“We must show our love for him!”

“Let’s cheer up our Taeyong oppa!”

***

“They asked me to apologize.”

“Was all the rumor true?”

“If I say no, will you believe me?”

For the first time ever, Lee Taeyong looked so broken. His eyes were red even though no tears were coming out from his beautiful eyes. There’s a hope in his sad eyes, a hope that she would say ‘yes’ in a heartbeat.

“Yes. I’ll believe you.”

Taeyong’s eyes light up and his downturned lips curve into a smile. “Thank you.” He choked out, his voice hoarse. It felt as if something pierced her heart. It was hurting her so much to see how tormented he was. “C’mere. Your friend Youngie will hug your sadness away.” Taeyong chuckled. Hwayoung pulled him into a hug and he buried his face on the crook of her neck. “I swear, I never do anything like that. How can people be that cruel to me?” He sobbed quietly. Hwayoung gently patted his back as she listened to him quietly.

He was supposed to debut as confident and strong leader of NCT. But how came he became like this? Accused of something he didn’t do and forced to apologize. All his sunshine was gone. His world crumbled down. And yet, he needed to act as if nothing happened to him. Even if he apologized, people would call him shameless and mocked him.

“Don’t think about it too much. They don’t deserve the stress. It’s only a bunch of unimportant person.”

Hwayoung tightened her hug.

“There are still so many people who love you; your parents, your sister, the members, you fans of course. And don’t forget that this bitch loves you too tyong-ah.” This time, Taeyong finally laughed and stopped sobbing.

“Aww… I love you too Youngiee, my only friend.”

***

“I thought you gonna buy me something expensive.” Hwayoung frowned when Taeyong served one bucket of Mc Donald’s chicken and two bottles of Pepsi Blue. Taeyong grinned innocently as he plopped himself on the chair across her. “Nah, it’s been quite long since the last time we eat chicken and pepsi.” Taeyong opened his bottle of pepsi and sipped it. Hwayoung only stared at him blankly. “It should be chicken and beer you dummy.” She deadpanned. She was disappointed. Well, she shouldn’t hope for a expensive dinner at the first place. Dummy Hwayoung.

“Let’s eat.” Taeyong beamed happily as he took one drumstick from the bucket and ate it happily. Hwayoung sighed in defeat and followed Taeyong. Actually, she was kind of worry about him. But thanks God he looked fine.

Taeyong noticed Hwayoung was staring him with that ‘momma-is-worry’ look. “Hey, stop worrying like that. I’m fine really. Now that I thinking of it, it just looks like a stupid joke.” He shook his head and continued eating his chicken. Hwayoung pressed her lips to thin line. “Yep, a very stupid joke.” Hwayoung agreed.

“I really don’t need to worry about you anymore, do I? You have a whole battalion of fangirls ready to take down the enemy.” She joked. Taeyong bursted out in laughing. “And you are the commander.” He said between his laugh. “Then I’ll terminate every single person who makes our Taeyoungie sad.” She added.

“It’s a lie if I said that I’m perfectly fine.” Taeyong said as he wiped the tears on the corner of his eyes. Then a sigh escaped his lips. “I just still don’t get it why they try so hard to find bad things about me.” He smiles sadly. “Do they hate me that much?” he asked. “And when I read the news yesterday, I just laughed. And I end up questioning what will the next news be?” Taeyong looked at Hwayoung with a surrender smile. “It’s getting old but still hurt the same.”

Hwayoung stretched out her oily right hand. “Hand.” She commanded. Taeyong looked at her oily hand in disgust although his hand was oily too. He still reached her hand and wrapped his bigger one around her smaller one.

“I solemnly swear that I won’t give a f*ck about the rumor.”

They said the vow together. It was a vow she made for him while did a Harry Potter marathon after Taeyong cried a river because of the rumor. So every time he felt sad because of the rumor, Hwayoung would force him to say the vow.

“Thank God I have you as my personal moral support.” Hwayoung smiled brightly as Taeyong laughed happily once again. “You’re welcome TY.”

She was just like the other people. She had no right to judge Taeyong no matter how close they were. The Taeyong in front of her was different from the Taeyong his fans saw. The Taeyong she knew was different from the Taeyong people saw. The Taeyong who people called as a bully and scammer was the Taeyong who she always saw as the thoughtful and sweet guy.

Hwayoung didn’t know for sure which Taeyong was the real Taeyong. But she knew one thing that even if he turned out to be just like how people said, she would still stand firmly by his side and be his personal moral support. Because, before he was the famous idol Taeyong, he was her friend Taeyong.

And that would never change.

Which Taeyong did you see?

#taeyong #nct taeyong #leetaeyong #lee taeyong #nctfanfic #nctfic #nct fic #taeyong fic #taeyong fanfic #friendship #idol life #idol!taeyong #oc #taeyongxoc

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rnufharose · 5 years

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𝔈atman | OSH [Sehun x OC]

✧₊⁺˳✧༚ Chapter 1 ✧₊⁺˳✧༚

It hasn't even started and you worry about the end already

Be troubled about "eternity" later

Between a man and a woman, where is friendship?

We're like an eraser and a pencil

You're drawing a line, I'm busy erasing it

Do as your heart says, I know you like me too

Nobody love you like me

I love you, need you, want you

Do you like me? Like I love you, need you?

He traversed through the city, his hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie as he made for the park for some time under the sun. This was another stressful day, and being outside was what took the edge off.

Life had a way of being unfair, especially to those that were like him. If society wasn't so cruel, then he would have had a chance.

"Visuals. That's all you'll ever be."

"Do you think we'd allow a freak like you to become a trainee?"

"You have no talent. You can't even sing!"

"You call that dancing? Your tripping on your feet!"

"Stupid hybrid... as if you'd ever have a chance at becoming an artist! Not to mention you're already twenty six... you're already too old to debut!”

He tried to block out their harsh words and looks of scrutiny. If he were a regular human, he would have surely got in.

If I wasn't born this way... then maybe life wouldn't be so unfair...

Sehun sighed heavily, his brows furrowed as he entered the park, onyx eyes looking for the usual place that was his solace. At least here, no one glanced at him like he didn't belong.

The leaves swayed in the late summer breeze, a soft chill kissing his skin that signaled autumn wasn't so far away. He purred softly once the sun graced his presence, the laughter of children and the chatter of adults in his ears. He walked along the path, benches greeting him after several feet, until he came across his place of comfort.

The willow tree.

It's branches hung low, offering the right amount of protection but not so much that it blocked out the sun. He pushed past the branches and stepped underneath the leaves, taking a seat against the trunk and sighing contentedly, all thoughts of the day's stress leaving him behind.

Sehun pulled out his phone, opening up his social media app to take a picture of the scenery so he could post it, and once he found the right filter, he typed a caption.

"Stress free," He said, pressing post and watching the comments and like flow in. At least here, no one knew he was a hybrid. No one knew he was different from others.

The world has a bias toward them and no matter how much they integrated into society, there were those who hated the very existence of hybrids.

✧₊⁺˳✧༚

Chocolate brown eyes glanced at the time on her phone while she waited for her friend to return from his call. It had been about three weeks since she began recording her own songs.

For as long as she can remember, with guidance from her grandmother, the girl loved to sing and play the piano. She was able to sing a quartet at perfect pitch ever since she was two years old, and she learned to play Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star when she was four. Since her childhood, she had been surrounded by music, and she wished to follow in her grandmother's footsteps and become a ballad singer.

However, society had a bias and Ha-Neul decided to become an independent artist that wasn't tied down to any of the big talent agencies, with the help of her friend. The fear of being tied down to an agency ate away at her even though she was a human.

Chanyeol returned from his call, closing the door behind him and seating himself on the chair, "Sorry about that. My sister just got back from America. I promised to visit her tonight."

"Gwenchana," she assured him with a grin, putting her phone down. "If you want, we can leave the studio early. You should spend some time with her. We can always finish the rest of the album on another day."

"How about after this song then?" The silver-haired male suggested. "You featured me in this one, after all. We have to make sure it's perfect."

"Okay then," she stood up, making her way into the booth and grabbing a pair of headsets. She plugged it into a power source and got her mic read, and Chanyeol adjusted the volume of his voice.

"Can you hear me?"

"Yes, I can," she sang out to him and he chuckled, his dimples showing when he smiled.

"Alright, I'm starting the music now. The rest is up to you. Sing whenever your part comes in," the older male said, and Ha-Neul could hear the first notes of the song in her headphones. She held the mic, ready to sing her part.

[Chanyeol]

It's a good start

I came to the quiet sea alone

Making my New Year's wish

Even the harsh cold that tortured me

for a while has all gone away

It feels good

Even better than this time last year

But just one thing, you're not here

That's what's sad, that's all

[Ha-Neul]

I don't wanna open my eyes in the morning

The sunlight that beats against my window

The damn weather

It doesn't go with my reddened heart

and messy room

I closed the black curtains

Got my heavy body up and looked in the mirror

My hair is tangled

I guess I tossed and turned all night

The TV keeps playing things I don't care about

I was flipping through the channels

then I stopped when I saw you

You look good

Her voice was angelic, complimenting the piano and soft pop music that filled her ears. Chanyeol moved his head to the beat, watching the younger woman as he sang to himself. He always knew she had talent, but he wondered why she never thought of becoming a trainee. SM Entertainment would have made her into a famous ballad singer in the coming years, but the agency had a tendency to forget its idols once new ones debuted, so maybe being an independent artist wasn't so bad.

Given the fact that Ha-Neul composed her own songs, he couldn't imagine such talent being suppressed or even taken from her altogether. Her voice and her piano deserved to be heard and maybe, once this winter album comes out in December, the people of Seoul would know her.

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lovinitkpop · 5 years

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Brown Sugar and Honey

This one is about a new girl group at SM. You could say EXO sister group there may be a love line put in it who really knows. I mean I know but then again I might not know. Heads up I’m sorry for any spelling mistakes or grammar mistakes after rereading it over and over I can’t deal with it.

Oh the reason I came up with this title is because the main OC is black and DO KyungSoo looks damn sexy and handsome when his skin is dark and tan and NOT WHITE WASHED!!!!! STOP THE WHITE WASHING!!!!!!!!

If there is a love line then it will be my first Kyungsoo series. Hope you like it but if you don’t guess what I don’t give two shits leave my blog then. Anyways enjoy bye.

Warnings: Fluffy, Angst, Language, Bullying, Stupid, May not make senses, Brain frat, May not have smut, Trigger, Suicide talk, Racism, Blood, etc.

Pairing: OC x DO Kyungsoo

Chapter 23

February 4, 2019

The girls sit around talking for a bit as the music plays. The girls were guest on NCT’s Night Night show after a busy schedule.

“Okay so we are here with Royal 1004 talking about their two most recent singles.” Jaehyun says smiling as he looks back up looking at the girls.

“Yes Nightingale and Broken heart.” Johnny says looking at his notes. “I like Nightingale more plus the video.”

“Aren’t you in the video?” Jaehyun says looking at Johnny. The just laugh watching as Johnny smiles sheepishly.

“That’s because he’s Nessie unnie Romeo.” Eunjin says smiling watching them.

“So tell us Romeo why do you like the video?” Jisoo asks smiling evilly as she looks at Johnny.

“Well I like it because; it’s like the video you girls did for MAMAs it’s strong and hints at much more than you are letting on.”

Renesmee hums looking away as she just sits there sipping from her bottle. “Both songs and videos are really dark and mysterious.” Johnny continues as he looks at them girls.

The girls nod as they listen to him speak. “True they are dark but they could pull a 360 and turn back into the cute princess.” Jaehyun speaks up looking at Johnny.

Renesmee hums with a smirk as she looks down at her lap. “You’ve been rather silent tonight Nessie?” Jaehyun says looking over at her.

Renesmee smiles evilly taking another sip of her drink. Jaehyun then looks at Moka as she smile. He then turns looking at Johnny as he also takes a sip of his drink.

She tilts her head running her fingers through her hair. “I have no reason to talk anymore.” She gives a short and simple reply.

“Really you have nothing to say?”

“That’s right even if I did no one would listen to me.” She speaks leaning on the table watching him.

“It seems you have been talking less ever since the end of last year.” Jaehyun tilts his head looking at her.

“Well you know me, I’ve always been the shy type.” Renesmee smiles looking at her drink. “Is there something you want me to say?”

“Why don’t you tell us the meaning of all this.” He asks waving his hand and she sits up sitting back in her chair.

“Aw but where’s the fun in that?” Renesmee speaks teasing them as she pouts. “If I were to just tell you it will make everything boring.”

“Come on tell us about the drama everyone wants to know what’s going on.”

“Wolves are very protective over Romeo; isn’t that right?” Renesmee speaks as she looks at Johnny.

“Yes.” Johnny says nodding his head.

“What about you?” Jaehyun asks.

Renesmee smiles evilly humming. “What about me?”

Jaehyun sighs rubbing his temples. “What happened to you; did you lose your wings people want to know.” He speaks trying to get some answers.

“Wow and angel with no wings.” Sora says shaking her head.

“If I lost my wings I’d think I cry.” Roxay speaks pouting as she leans her head on Renesmee.

“But she did lose her wings?” Jaehyun says his voice sounding confuse. “Right at the concert the video….”

“That shadow thing ripped your wings?”

Renesmee smiles watching Jaehyun trying to figure it out. “I think people are reading too much into it.” She says pushing her hair back.

“Since I know what will happen I will tell you.”

“Please because this is all confusing me.” Jaehyun says shaking his head.

“Okay nothing is happening and nothing happened okay for us to lose our wings we must go against the greater power.”

Renesmee speaks nodding her head as she hold her mic. “And or someone destiny has changed and their fate is altered.”

“Okay fine good next question will there be a kiss scene?” Jaehyun asks causing Johnny to choke on his drink.

The girls start laughing looking over at him. “Come on the fans want to know; you push him away like every time he tries to kiss you.” Jaehyun continues speaking.

“Love is a tricky game especially for an angel so maybe she’s not sure if she ready to kiss him.” Moka says resting her head on her palm.

“You know he is only human after all.” Eunjin says smiling.

Renesmee hums watching them as they speaks. “I don’t know I don’t trust him still; there’s no way he’s human.” Xiaoling speaks folding her arms looking at Johnny.

“You’re right how do you really know if I’m human?” Johnny goes along with the bantering.

“I knew we shouldn’t have trusted him.” Jisoo says eyeing Johnny and he smirks leaning back in his seat.

“Oh come on you can trust Romeo, I would do nothing to hurt an angel.” Johnny smiles looking at her. “Weren’t you the one to pick me to play the part of Romeo?”

“We only picked you because you and Nessie unnie make a cute couple.” Yiyang says watching him now Renesmee coughs choking on her drink.

Roxay and Chaoxing both start laughing watching her. “Well then why don’t we get into Royal 1004 second single Broken Heart.”

Renesmee looks over at Yiyang as Jisoo hands her napkin. Yiyang just smiles watching her and Renesmee sighs getting up. Renesmee walks out the room pushing her hair back.

“I was only kidding; okay maybe not 100% but still I was just messing with her.”

“She’s not mad.” Roxay says as she sits there looking at her phone. “Trust me she’s fine.” She says nodding her head.

February 10, 2019

“SM has confrimed that Renesmee of Royal 1004 will stay with the group until the end of their first tour.”

The girls sit there watching a YouTube video. “It seems some people have mixed feelings about her leaving.” The males says looking at some notes.

“New photos and videos have popped up of Nessie having meetings or being scolded at on many different sns.”

“There are also photos and audio clips of her being bullied by managers and other workers; now I have heard stories of how idols and trainees are treated but these new findings have me worried.”

“Would you guys stop watching that and go to bed.” Renesmee says placing her bag on her shoulder. “I’ll be back and before you ask I’m fine promise.”

She smiles before leaving the dorm. The girls sit there looking at the hall before looking back at the tv. “You don’t think she’s hiding something do you?”

Renesmee makes her way back to the company. “Hurry up you’re late!” One male yells hitting her on her back as she walks past them.

“Okay I want you to go over the dance we’ve been doing!” The choreographer says pushing Renesmee to the middle of the floor.

“No slacking you wanted to stay in the group for the tour; so that means you keep your end of the deal.”

Let’s go back shall we; you see here back in December the girls had their first meeting about going on tour. So with that being said they were still talking about kicking her out the group.

But Renesmee begged to stay saying she’ll do anything. So they’d agree to let her stay if she did what they told her to do. After they agreed to let her stay that’s when the torture started.

With the late night meetings and dance practices. She was there more than anyone now. They stopped letting her help or choreography their dances. They started changing stuff little by little.

They gave her anything and everything to keep her busy. Even doing coffee runs for them. And if they didn’t like what she was doing; then she’d paid the price. If she didn’t follow what they told her she’d paid the price.

And she did all of it taking everything they throw at her just to stay. Did she tell the girls of course not. They still thought everything was okay. Which they aren’t things are very far from being ok.

Renesmee didn’t mind to much. It did help keep her up. Which she was happy about, because if she was up she couldn’t sleep. But she hardly sleep anyways. If she didn’t sleep she couldn’t have the same night terror.

Which is the main reason she didn’t sleep in the first place. She’d rather go though all this pain just to keep those images out her head.

Renesmee closes her eyes as she dances the same dance for like the 80th time. The choreographer hums watching her and he grabs one of the canes and throws it at her feet.

“Wake up!” He yells just as the cane rolls under her foot as she steps down. Renesmee gasp feeling her foot slip. She hits the floor twisting her ankle.

“Get up and start over.”

“Yes sir.” Renesmee looks at her ankle seeing the bruises from the other day still there. She quickly pushes herself up and starts dancing again.

Once she finishes doing the dance for the 1000th time she makes her way to the meeting room. “About time you got here.”

Renesmee bows apologizing to everyone. Once she is seated they start the meeting about the tour. “Now we already went over everything with you and the girls but we may add something.”

Renesmee nods sitting there listening to them. After 6 hours of sitting there her manager walks in. “What are you doing in here?”

Renesmee jumps standing up bowing. “Uh um…” Renesmee looks around the room not sure what to say. “They asked me for my help.” She lies looking at the floor biting her lip.

“Go back to the dorm now!” He says looking at her and she bows grabbing her bag limping out. “I told you all to leave her alone.”

He says scolding the others as he stands there. “You stay out of this.” One man says pointing at him.

Her manager smirks folding his arms. “Leave her alone you don’t know who you are messing with.” He speaks watching them.

“You are doing nothing but causing trouble for everyone.”

“No that….th…that thing…” The man speaks getting angry. “That unruly rude black fat ass is causing trouble!” He says and the other nod standing behind him.

“Back off or else last warning.” Her manager says before walking out the room.

February 14, 2019

“And next time you call your manager for help we won’t be so easy on you.” One of the males in suits says kicking Renesmee again she lays on the floor.

“Now get up!” One yells looking at her and she winces as she struggles to get up. “That’s a good girl now why don’t you put on your happy smile like always and go before you cause more trouble.” He speaks patting her cheek laughing.

Renesmee nods smiling as she picks up her bag. She sighs as she walks out the room closing her eyes. Renesmee makes her way to the bathroom closing the door.

She looks at the sink coughing tasting the blood in her mouth. “You can get through this….” She speaks closing her eyes. “You promised you wouldn’t leave them….”

Renesmee spits into the sink sighing. “Just do as they say….don’t cause trouble….” She keeps speaking as she fights to keep standing up. “Don’t let anyone know….don’t let them see you cry…don’t show them the pain….”

“Don’t ask for help….you can take the abuse….” She says her voice shaking as she covers her mouth. She winces in pain biting her lip. “Being bullied and abuse is nothing new to you….just have to keep quiet until it’s over.”

“Keeping quiet is the only way you’ll live….” Renesmee nods wiping her face as she fixes her hair. “Just keep smiling like always.”

Renesmee nods before pulling out her phone. “I need to buy bandages and wraps, also pain pills for ankle and ribs.” She says typing on her phone making a list. “Oh and a wrap for my wrist, gotta hide these bruise till they disappear.”

Renesmee smiles nodding as she looks at her list. “Right now smiles and be happy.” She says putting her phone back in her pocket as she walks out.

Renesmee walks down the hall bowing to everyone smiling. “Noona!” Chenle and Jisung screams running over to her. Chenle smiles hugging her.

“Hey boys.” She says hugging them laughing ignoring the pain. As they stand there Renesmee looks up seeing WinWin walk over. He bows looking at her. “Hey WinWin.”

“Hi….uh manager hyung is looking for you two.” WinWin says looking at Chenle and Jisung. They both pout looking back a Renesmee.

“Go we can hangout later promise.” She says letting them go. They both nod before running off again. “Well I’ll see you around.” She nods as she turns to walk off.

“Umm noona could you make me some of that stuff too.” WinWin asks rubbing the back of his neck. He looks at the floor biting his lip.

“Really you want some too?” Renesmee asks speaking in Chinese. WinWin hums looking back up hearing her.

“Well I tried some of hyung and it was good.” He says finally looking at her and he smiles shyly. Renesmee nods pulling her phone out making a note.

“Okay when I make theirs I’ll make you some too.” She says nodding putting her phone up. WinWin stands there watching her for a bit. “Is there something wrong?”

WinWin blinks shaking his head. “I uh well you seem close with other people…” He starts off rubbing the back of his head. “Uh I…you…can we…never mind….”

Renesmee smiles covering her mouth. “Are you saying you want to be close with me like the others?” She says biting back a giggle and WinWin looks back at her hearing her.

“You do know I not really close with everyone.” She asks and he nods looking at her. “I love to be close friends with you but…”

WinWin hums watching her as he tilts his head. “But what…why can’t we be close?” He asks and she giggles covering her mouth again.

“I like skinship as to where you don’t.” Renesmee says rocking on her toes looking up at him. WinWin smiles looking down at the floor then back at her.

“For you I can handle it.” He says putting his hands in his pockets. She smiles back at him tilting her head to the side. WinWin looks at her in disbelief. “There’s no way you were born in 95.”

“Yup in China on the 24th year of the pig.” She says looking up at him. WinWin lifts a brow watching her. She smiles watching his face. “The fans are right you are cute.”

WinWin covers his face feeling his face get red. Renesmee smiles biting her lip watching him. WinWin groans wiping his face shaking his head.

“No I won’t let you win, I can handle the teasing and skinship.” He says sounding like he was trying to convince himself more than her.

“Do you think you can?” She asks and he closes his eyes nodding. WinWin opens his eyes looking at her.

“Unnie!” Eunjin runs over to her with Moka and Yiyang. “Guess what!”

WinWin looks at them bowing and they bow back. “What?” Renesmee asks looking at them and Moka pulls out her phone.

“Our mv has over 10 million views within 3 hours.” Moka says showing Renesmee and she hums looking at the screen. Yiyang smiles nodding looking at the screen.

WinWin pulls out his phone pulling up the video. “I see well then we should go we have a stage today.” Renesmee looks at them then back at WinWin. “Bye bye Sicheng.”

Renesmee says waving to him as she leaves. WinWin freezes hearing her use his real name. He blushes waving back before going to find the others.

“Let’s go girls.” Their manager says walking pass them. They nod following him to the vans. Once they get there the girls get ready for their stage.

Renesmee manager pulls Renesmee to the side looking at her. “Are you okay?” He asks looking at her and Renesmee bites her lip pulling free.

“I can’t cause trouble.” She says backing away from him. He looks at her then looks at her arm. “I’m fine I don’t need he….”

She starts to speaks but he grabs her arm and she gasp as he pushes against her side. Renesmee falls to her knees shaking and he sighs. “Your ribs are bruised and so is your arm.”

Renesmee groans pulling free getting back up. “I get your my manager but you are making it worse.” She closes her eyes going back to the others.

The girls get on stage getting ready to prerecord One Wish. Once they finish they go and get change for their live stage.

“Hey sis you okay you’re starting to shake?” Jisoo says placing her hand on Renesmee shoulder. Renesmee grabs her tumblr taking a sip of her drink.

“Yeah I’m fine sis.” Renesmee smiles looking up at her as she sits there. Jisoo smiles nodding before walking to the door. “Let’s go out there and have fun.”

February 24, 2019

Renesmee walks up to NCT dorm holding some bags. She knocks on the door waiting smiling as she hears Ten and Jungwoo fighting to get to the door.

“Really guys calm down.” Johnny says opening the door. “Nessie!” He says smiling and she bows watching him.

“You wanna grab the boxes right there?” She steps to the side ticking her head to the side. She steps inside bowing to the others. Johnny nods walking over grabbing the boxes following her.

She walks down the hall following the sound of the yelling boys. “Noona!” Chenle says seeing Renesmee and she smiles.

WinWin pulls him back walking up to Renesmee in three steps. “Happy birthday.” He says speaking Chinese and Renesmee hums as he hugs her.

“Hey!” Chenle says looking at WinWin as he wraps his arms around Renesmee. Renesmee giggles watching him and she looks up at WinWin.

“I’m her baby back off.” Chenle says pulling Renesmee away from him and she looks at him.

“How are you her baby?” Taeyong asks sitting there watching him. Renesmee hugs Chenle then bows to the others setting the bags down.

“Since when are you her baby?”

“Since she told me I was.” Chenle says looking at Taeyong and he smirks.

“He’s not lying.” She adds.

“Here you go boys.” Renesmee smiles as she pulls out the tumblrs. “Are you all making sure that you are washing the others out?” She asks before looking at WinWin handing his.

“Wow I get my own?” He asks and she nods smiling.

“Yeah you have to have your own it has your own symbol.” She says looking at him smiling and he nods.

“This is how you spend your birthday?” Taeil asks watching her and she nods. “Really?”

“Well they were doing one of those things where I can spend my birthday with the fans but…”

“You’re not going are you?” Johnny asks taking his new tumblr. Renesmee bites her lip sighing before looking at him.

“No one will be there, so why go?” She says looking at him and he shakes his head. “Plus for some reason my manager doesn’t want me up at the company at night anymore.”

“Because you over work yourself.” Ten says sitting on the couch looking at her. He grabs his tumblr taking a swig.

“Anyways no mixing them you guys.” She speaks pushing her hair back. Johnny opens one box.

“Why does this one have my name and that has Chenle?” Jisung asks looking at the boxes.

“I talked to your boys manager getting info; only drink from the one with your name.” She points to them and they nod.

“It will help with your health and diet.” She rubs her neck tilting her head to the side. “This should last till the end of next month.”

Johnny nods smiling picking up one box. Taeyong grabs one and Ten grabs the last one. “We had to convince our manager we needed a second fridge for this stuff.”

Jisung says as they put the boxes up to keep them cold. Jungwoo and Kun come walking back holding some bags. “Happy birthday noona.”

They say handing her the bags and she gasps holding them. “You didn’t have to get me anything.” She says looking at them then down at the bags.

“We know but we saw them and knew we had to get it.” Kun says smiling as he watches her. “Besides we have the other set.”

“Yeah we had to ask Jisoo noona for your size.” Jungwoo says nodding and Renesmee laughs as she nods pulling out the jacket.

Mark walks in with Haechan holding bags as well. “We got you something too.” They say putting them on the table.

“We all got you something.” Jaehyun smiles bringing more bags out and Renesmee covers her mouth looking at the bags.

“Yeah some of us did the couple clothes and some of us got you other stuff.” Doyoung speaks and she nods looking at everything.

“You’ll know what is from who.” Mark says nodding and she hums.

“Oh me and Ten got you extra stuff to go along more with our group.” Taeyong says looking at the bag then smiles pointing to the black bag.

Ten smiles wrapping his arms around Renesmee. “For our devil leader.” He says and she tilts her head looking at him.

“Speaking of devil I may have a few new songs for us.” She says wiggling out his arms picking up some of the bags. “But I have to go so I will talk to you boys later.”

WinWin grabs some bags as Jungwoo takes the ones from Renesmee hands and she pouts. “Bye.” Chenle says hugging her.

“Bye bye my baby.” Renesmee smiles again hugging him. Renesmee then bows to the others waving bye. She heads to the door walking outside to her car.

“Thanks boys.” She says thanking them as she bows. The boys shake their head putting the bags in the car. She hugs them bye before getting into the car.

Renesmee looks at her phone sighing as she takes off down the road. She makes her way to EXO house looking at the time. She walks up to the door knocking carrying three boxes.

Chanyeol opens the door and hums seeing the boxes. “Uh?” He says looking down and Renesmee tilts her head hearing him. He jumps back then takes the boxes.

Renesmee follows him inside looking around. “Nessie is here.” Chanyeol says and Jongin jumps up running over taking a box then the bag out of her hand.

“My supply is here yes.” Jongin says smiling pulling out his tumblr. Renesmee bows to the others looking at the floor. “Why haven’t you been answering my calls and text?”

“Umm busy?” She says looking down at her feet thinking. “Yeah I was busy.” She nods biting her lip.

“You’re fucking lying Nessie.” He quips watching her. Chanyeol walks back from the kitchen holding his tumblr.

“Okay wolf boy you have your supply take it easy.” She says looking back towards the door. “Wolves don’t even drink blood.”

“Not true.” Kyungsoo says walking out the kitchen. “When wolves kill their prey they drink the blood as they eat the meat.”

He stands there drinking from his tumblr. “Right.” Renesmee says backing away nodding.

“Happy birthday!” Minseok says walking over hugging her. Renesmee closes her eyes sighing. “You don’t sound happy?”

“No um it’s not that just a little hard to breathe.” She says pushing her hair back stepping away from him. “To many hugs today.”

“But you love hugs.” Baekhyun says watching her and she looks away.

“Nessie your ankle has been swollen for a good while now why?” Junmyeon asks looking at her and she freezes.

“I have to go, I still have to stop by Red Velvet sunbaemin.” Renesmee turns walking back to the door but Chanyeol grabs her wrist.

“Ow!” She screams looking at his hand. He pushes her sleeve up looking at her. Renesmee whimpers trying to pull free.

“There are bruises all over her arms.” Chanyeol says looking at the others.

“I’m sure that’s not the only place either.” Jongdae says and she looks over at him.

“Stop running.” Chanyeol says pulling her back and she sighs. Renesmee looks at the floor pulling free.

“Like I told my manager I’m not going to cause trouble.” Renesmee looks up at him before looking away. “Don’t worry about me beside you boys have a tour to worry about.”

Renesmee starts to walk away but stops looking up seeing Jongin. “What are you hiding?” He says looking at her and she sighs shaking her head.

“Move.”

“No.”

Renesmee scoffs looking away. “See I can get past NCT but you boys notice everything.” She folds her arms watching him.

Renesmee pulls her sleeve down sighing as she shakes her head. “What did you mean Chen?” Minseok asks looking at him.

“That’s because we care about you.” Sehun says and the others nods agreeing with him.

“Thank you but I’m fine.”

“Are you really leaving?” Jongdae asks standing up and she freezes hearing him. “Are the stories true about what’s been going on?”

“How do you know about that?” Renesmee speaks her voice cold and hard as she turns to look at him. “I made sure they were taken down.”

Jongdae shakes his head looking at her. “Well I was watching a video and it popped up.” He speaks watching her and she scoffs.

“What are you talking about?” Junmyeon asks looking at Jongdae.

“They we’re kicking her out after their first tour; she’s been getting hurt just….”

“Don’t.” Renesmee says looking at him her eyes cold and hard. She stands there her heart pounding. “Don’t say another word.” She balls her fist up as she stand there.

“What is going on?” Kyungsoo steps up looking at her and she sighs. “Start talking.” He says his voice hitting her and she looks up.

“I’m not leaving and my ankle is swollen because I fell during practice.” She says lying looking at them. “They told me to stay off of it but I don’t listen so that’s why it’s like that.”

“I really think it’s cute how you all worry about me…” Renesmee bows to them smiling as she stands back up. “But really I’m fine I promise you guys.”

“Fine we’ll let it go.” Junmyeon says nodding before walking to his room. He walks back holding a box.

“Not you too.” She whines pouting looking at the wrapped gift box. “I said no presents.” She looks at the box taking it and Junmyeon just laughs.

“Hey I’m not the only one.” He says and she looks back seeing the other gifts on the table.

“Just put them with the rest in the car.” She pouts looking at the floor. Chanyeol and Junmyeon grab the gifts taking them to the car.

“Hey hyung where is your gift?” Jongin asks looking at the gifts as they carry them out. Kyungsoo shakes his head walking off drinking his drink.

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping or something.” He replies and Renesmee covers her mouth trying not to laugh.

“D.O oppa I’m fine really you don’t have to look so worried.” She says and he stops looking back at her. Renesmee smiles looking at him and he nods.

“Since when are you two friends again?” Baekhyun asks looking at them.

“Don’t ruin it.” Kyungsoo says looking at Baekhyun before heading to his room. Renesmee looks back at Jongin with a smirk.

“Wipe that smirk off your face or I talk.” Jongin says and her face drops as she stands there. “That’s what I thought.”

“Are you always this mean?” She asks looking at him. “Bye and thank you.” Renesmee says leaving heading to Red Velvet dorm.

Once Renesmee drops off their supply she heads back to the dorm. She sighs as she makes about 10 trips back and forth bring her gifts into her room.

“Can’t believe I have to sit out of promotions because of my ankle.” She says changing clothes. She sits on the bed wrapping her ankle back up.

She rest her head on her knee sighing. “Maybe there is a way around this?” She says looking at her foot as she wiggles her toes.

Renesmee looks over hearing her phone ring. “Hello.” She says standing up grabbing her bag.

“Well are you coming down?” Kyungsoo says and she smirks walking out the door. Renesmee end the call heading outside. As she walks out she pulls her hat down looking at her phone.

She opens the door getting into the car looking at him. She buckled up as she closes the door. “You know for someone who said they are to busy to date you don’t seem too busy.”

“Shut up.” He says pulling down the street and she just laughs. “So want to tell me the rest of the truth.”

“I do but I can’t at least not right now.” Renesmee says looking down at her lap. Kyungsoo hums reaching over with one hand grabbing hers. “Like I said before I’m okay promsie.”

She looks at him and he nods lifting her hand up to his lips. “Okay good.” He smiles holding her hand.

“So what did you get me?” She asks and he just laughs hearing her.

“You have to wait.” He says and she pouts looking at him. “Mm the pout won’t work on me.”

“Fine where are we going?” Renesmee asks pulling her phone out her pocket.

“Well seeing how it’s too cold to go to your favorite spot I called your mom and ask can we use the house.” Kyungsoo says looking at her and she hums tilting her head.

“You seem very close with my mom.” Renesmee says as she leans in closer looking at him. Kyungsoo nods looking back at the road as he drives. “Why is that?”

“One because she helped me and two your surprise is at the house.” He deadpans and her face lights up.

“To the house!” She points sitting back up smiling. Kyungsoo laughs shaking his head turning the corner. After a few more minutes of driving Kyungsoo pulls into the driveway parking.

He looks over at her before turning the car off. “Come on before you pass out from excitement.” He says getting out the car and she smiles following him.

“Are you going to tell me now?” Renesmee asks walking behind him holding his hand. Kyungsoo shakes his head opening the door. “Come on please.”

“Calm down okay.” He says laughing walking in taking his shoes off. Renesmee takes her shoes off before looking back up.

“I smell chicken!” She says running down the hall. Kyungsoo laughs closing the door before following her. “Ahhh a giant penguin!”

Renesmee yells jumping up and down clapping her hands. She runs over to it jumping on top of it. Kyungsoo laughs watching her as he takes her picture.

“It’s so fluffy!”

Renesmee smiles hugging the giant plushie penguin. She then looks up hearing him as he walks over. “Having fun?” He asks sitting on the couch next to her.

“Yes!” She smiles still laying on top of the penguin. Kyungsoo laughs before patting the spot next to him.

“There’s more.”

“Really?” She asks sitting up and he nods pulling a few bags out. “Ooh gimmie gimmie.” She says sitting next to him and he laughs covering his mouth.

Kyungsoo smiles handing her the first bag. Renesmee looks at the bag smiling. “What is it?” She says looking back at him.

“Open it silly.”

Renesmee hums taking the paper out looking in the bag. “No way you got me the new gaming controllers and headphones.” She screams tapping her feet on the floor smiling.

“I know how much you love gaming so why not.” He says handing her another bag. She bites her lip still smiling.

“Ahhhh!” She screams again pulling the paper out seeing part of the outfit already. “Constellation and galaxies pjs and hats.”

“Yes and the other bag has them as well but hoodies.” He says watching her then looks back at the kitchen. She nods hugging her pjs feeling the material.

“What’s next?”

“Here.” He says handing her a box.

Renesmee hums looking at the box as she holds it. She shakes the box holding it up to her ear. “Really?” He sits there watching her tilting his head.

“Just open it already.”

Renesmee smiles ripping the paper off tossing it to the floor. “Hmmm aren’t these yours?” She asks looking at the sweaters.

“Yes they are I know you love taking my sweaters when ever you get the chance.”

He says standing going to check on the food. “I even know that you ask Kai or Chanyeol to take them and give them to you.” He says watching the chicken and she hums her face heating up.

“That’s cause they smell like you.”

“Mmhmm but there still more.” He says taking the chicken out the fryer. “Look under the sweaters.”

Renesmee hums going through the sweaters. “Well what is it?” She asks trying to find what he is talking about. As she lifts one of the sweaters a black box fall to the floor.

“Huh?”

Renesmee leans down picking the box up. Kyungsoo looks back over watching her as he fixes their plates. She sits back up looking at the box pushing the sweaters and hoodies to the side.

“Are you going to open it?” He asks pouring two glasses of wine. She slowly blinks nodding as she bites her lip opening the box. Kyungsoo smiles watching her face as her eyes widen in shock.

Renesmee covers her mouth seeing the heart necklace. Kyungsoo reaches over taking the necklace out the box holding it up. “I had it custom made.”

Renesmee turns her head looking at him. “Added the wings and a shooting star.” He says smiling and she blinks looking back at the necklace. Kyungsoo tilts his head looking at her and he chuckles.

“Do you not like it?”

Renesmee shakes her head processing his words. “Turn around so I can put it on you.” He speaks watching her and she slowly turns her back to him. She reaches back moving her hair out the way.

Kyungsoo chuckles watching as she moves slowly and he places the necklace around her neck. “Your own wishing star.” He says as he clips the hook on and she lets go of her hair looking back at him.

“Happy birthday Tweety bird.” He says looking at her. Renesmee leans into him tilting her head. She blinks gently placing her hand on his thigh as she leans in.

Kyungsoo looks at her sitting there with his hands in his lap. Renesmee presses her lips against his closing her eyes. Kyungsoo tilts his head closing his eyes.

Kyungsoo reaches up with his hand touching her cheek gently rubbing his thumb across. Renesmee slowly pulls back looking at him. “I love you.”

Kyungsoo looks at her smiling and he nods. “I love you too.” He says before kissing her again. Renesmee grabs his other hand leaning into him more smiling. She pulls away hiding her face in the crook of his neck.

Kyungsoo chuckles looking down at her. “What has gotten into you?” He laughs watching her and she shakes her head. “Come on lets eat now.”

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Carry You Home Pt.2 | JJK

↬ Pairing: Jungkook x OC [Dami]

↬ Summary: When Jungkook took a job in Syria to be a diplomat’s detail, he didn’t expect to be assigned to her daughter, and he didn’t expect to get along with her daughter so well. During an outing, Dami is taken and Jungkook doesn’t know why or by who. Jungkook knows time is of the essence so he enlists the help of some friends with the right type of skills and does anything and everything he can to bring her home because it’s no longer about his job…it’s personal.

↬ Word Count: 3k

↬ Warning/Rating: Violence | [M]

↬ Genre: Action/Angst

↬ Part: 1 | 2

Jungkook had walked into Yoongi’s house without knocking and walked through the living room back to the computer room where he hoped Yoongi would be. “Before you ask, no her cell phone hasn’t come back on but I am currently trying to see if I can position SM’s satellite and hopefully be able to use it as a google maps type thing. The bad news is that the most we will probably get is heat signatures.” He spun back around and clicked around on his screen.

“We’re in the middle of a fucking desert Yoongi, what the hell is a heat signature going to tell us!?” His voice was rising despite him doing his best to try and keep himself level headed.

“Hey!” he turned and snapped at him. “I get your stressed but you’re not going to turn into an asshole. Did you forget how many times I was able to lead you out of shitty situations with next to nothing? And not that it matters, but the reason it will work is that it gets a lot cooler in the evenings which will show heat signatures if they aren’t in town and did, in fact, start driving off-road.”

Jungkook tugged at his hair, “I need to find her Yoongi.”

“I know that Jungkook but yo-”

“No, you don’t understand! There is so much shit you don’t know about, that I can’t tell you. I need to find her in the next 24 hours Yoongi, or this could get even worse. I don’t have the networking here that I do in the states. The fewer people know, the better. But I’m almost positive this goes up higher than a pissed off terrorist group with some agenda. Jason was with her when they took her. He pushed her into the van. This is so much more…tell me I’m wrong!” Jungkook was thinking about every possible scenario she could be in and it was driving him into a panic.

It was quiet between them, “Alright, let me call Jimin and Namjoon. Between the three of us and the contacts we have, we’re bound to find something. Just go sit down and let me do what I do.”

Jungkook nodded and pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts hoping that maybe he could think of someone who he could trust to help them. But after thinking about it for a moment he wanted to keep the circle as tight as possible so he put his phone back in his pocket and sat down on a chair in the living room. He pressed the palm of his hands into his eyes and started going through earlier today and trying to figure out if maybe he caught something that could give him answers. The human brain takes in so much information at one time that it makes it easy to miss something. Jungkook had learned this process while working in Afghanistan and he was his platoon leader and had to be the one to debrief and give his superiors all the information from missions.

So Jungkook was running the morning with Dami in his mind, seconds at a time. From the time they left the house to the point of him pulling into Yoongi’s driveway. His mind derailed when he thought about how much she had smiled this morning and how happy she was. The fact she made him laugh and the suffocation of guilt for letting Jason anywhere near her. He felt the anger rise with the guilt. If he ever got his hands on Jason he would be the last thing that piece of shit saw.

Dami’s head hurt and the sides of her mouth hurt, they felt raw. She blinked a few times trying to get her eyes to focus. She felt her body jostle and she noticed she couldn’t use her hands to brace herself from rolling. It was then that she noticed the fabric tied around her mouth and something that was holding her hands together behind her. She did her best to sit upright.

“Good, you’re up. How’s your head?” Jason grimaced. “Things didn’t exactly work out the way they were supposed to. I honestly didn’t think you’d fight back like you did.” He reached over and tried to tuck the hair that had fallen in her face behind her ear. Dami pulled back at his touch.

Dami’s eyes were taking in her surroundings. She was in a van that looked to be gutted without any seats in the back. The only seats were the driver and passenger seats, which both were occupied. Her confusion turned to anger as the memories slowly came back to how she got here.

Dami went to ask a question but it was muffled and the material rubbed at the sides of her mouth. “If I take the gag off are you going to scream or cause issues?”

Dami shook her head. He leaned on his knees and pulled the gag down so the material hung around her neck. She stretched out her jaw and licked her lips, “You kidnapped me?” her voice was barely audible as she looked at him.

“I don’t think I would consider this kidnapping per say.” Jason said offhandedly.

“You took me against my will, Jason. Are you joking?” she asked incredulously. She knew losing her cool on him was the last thing she needed to do. Dami had made fun of Jungkook when he made her sit down and listen on what to do if she was ever taken. She thought he was being overly dramatic the last few weeks, but she had never been more grateful. Comply, Compare, and Contact. The three C’s that Jungkook had drilled into her. It was one of the only reasons she seemed so calm. But she was terrified on the inside.

“I haven’t hurt you. I still care about you Dami.” His voice was soft. All she wanted to do was head-butt him in the face, but knew that following through would be an awful idea.

“If you care about me, then let me go. I don’t know what all of this is about, but I have nothing to do with it.” She glanced from him to the people in the front.

“You have everything to do with it. The United States government refuses to listen, so we’re going to force them. It’s much easier to take the child of a diplomat than the diplomat themselves. What we had was real I don’t want you to think that I only used you Dami.”

Dami shook her head, her hands started to shake. This was truly happening and she was terrified. Her mind went through everything Jungkook had taught her. There was some comfort that he did show her how to get out of zip ties if she was ever in that situation. At the time it was just something to do to pass the time while they waited on her mother, but now she needed to apply it to real life. She took a shaky breath and just looked at the ground. She needed to get her thoughts in order and start following Jungkook’s three C’s. For now, she needed to comply.

Jungkook had been banished from Yoongi’s computer room after interrupting him for the sixth time. Jimin was now sitting with him out in the living room. Jimin had served with Jungkook and both had decided to take positions at the same place. The pay was great and it helped to have a friend.

“I know you’ve probably done this already but can you describe anything about them? The vehicle, the people, anything?” Jimin was looking at Jungkook intently. Both had switched into the marines they had been a few years ago. They were already planning and trying to network. They had already moved into the gray area of the law, but not enough to get flagged by anyone.

“Blue van. The paint was chipping and faded. The side mirror had duct tape on it. The driver had on a brown shirt, I think, the guy pulling her in was wearing a blue shirt but I couldn’t really see his face. It shouldn’t be hard to figure him out, I shot his hand. I don’t know how bad it is but I heard him yell out in pain and I saw some blood. Then there’s Jason, he’s wearing Jeans, with a plain white t-shirt and a button down. It was light blue and dark blue plaid.” Jungkook looked over at Jimin, “That’s all I can remember. I keep going through everything again but that’s the most I can come up with.”

Jimin had always been in awe of Jungkook’s ability to recall situations and surroundings when something would happen too quickly for most to even process a single detail. It was times like this where they truly benefited from it. “Can you remember seeing that van any other time you’ve gone out with Dami?”

“No, Minseo hasn’t let Dami go out in a while, at least not into town. There has been serious tension with the Syrian government and Minseo felt it was enough to warrant keeping everyone at home when possible.” Jungkook was beating himself up for letting them walk ahead. He knew he shouldn’t do it, but he had let the wishes of Dami trump his training and better judgment. In his moment of trying to make Dami just a little happier about being able to leave the house, he put her in harm’s way and now he had no idea where she was.

“What about her and Jason. Did they have a fight recently? Do you think this could be something as stupid as jealousy or irrational behavior and he’s just trying to scare her?”

Jungkook groaned in frustration, “Not that I know of, but I wasn’t exactly her confidant in her love life. She knew I couldn’t stand Jason. We had a huge argument about it a few months ago and after a few days of her not talking to me I told her I wouldn’t talk about it anymore and I’d keep my mouth shut. So even if something did happen between them, I wouldn’t know about it.”

Jimin nodded, “Okay, then let’s start there. We both know that it’s probably not that, but while Yoongi and Namjoon work their magic it gives you something to do. We can go back to her house and take a look around. We can take the back entrance so the Yeo’s don’t know.”

Jungkook nodded, “Okay, let me just check with Yoongi before we go.”

“Dude.” Jimin warned standing up with him, “You’re gonna get banned from the house.”

“I just wanna check progress before we go, that’s it.” He raised his hands in defense.

“Then I’ll talk to Namjoon,” Jimin said just about a whisper as they walked towards Yoongi’s kitchen which was where Namjoon had set up shop. He put his hands on boys shoulders. “Hey.”

Namjoon didn’t look up from his computer, “Hey.”

Jimin’s face contorted into confusion, “What is that?”

It was like Namjoon had just realized that they were in the kitchen with him, “Oh. Umm, I’m currently searching through all the radio waves that are around the area we think they may have driven towards. We aren’t sure if they’re even using radios or if it’s only those few guys, but it would let us pinpoint where they are within a ten square mile area.” Namjoon’s concentration never broke from his task.

“We’re gonna go search Dami’s room if anyone finds anything just call one of us.” Jimin motioned for Jungkook to follow him out the back door

“You guys be safe.” Namjoon’s eyes left the monitor for a split second to look at both of them.

“Of course, now nerd out.” Jimin jutted his chin to the computer and Namjoon rolled his eyes.

They both climbed in Jimin’s car and it didn’t take long to get to Dami’s house. Jungkook leaned over when Jimin pulled up and handed his badge along with Jimin’s military ID, “Hey Jongdae.” The guard looked at the badge and handed it back and tilted his head letting them through. Jungkook directed Jimin to park at the back of the house. They made their way through the house as quietly as possible. They would walk by some of their staff a few times before they had made it upstairs and inside Dami’s room. Jungkook made sure to close the door behind them.

Jungkook went straight towards her bedside table and opened the drawer, “She keeps shit everywhere so you’ll probably find random shit in weird places. There’s art stuff everywhere so don’t mess with it or she’ll have my head.” He talked as if there was no chance that he wouldn’t get her back. Jungkook pulled out the notebook he’d been looking for. He felt so awful and wrong breaking her privacy by reading her journal but he didn’t know how else to find out what was happening and if she and Jason had been fighting. He did his best to just skim the pages instead of reading every detail, partly because of time and partly so he wasn’t completely taking away her privacy. His eyes stopped at Jason’s name and made sure to fully read the entry.

I feel like I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I’ve been stuck in this house for far too long and Jason came over today to spend time together since my mother has lost her mind. Sometimes I don’t feel like he’s truly into me because I won’t instantly open my legs for him. I mean we’ve done other stuff, but I don’t trust him fully. He tried pushing me farther than I was comfortable with. My first reaction was to talk to Jungkook about it and get his opinion, he doesn’t like Jason and I think I’m starting to see it myself. I wish I could go to him about this and it not cross a line. We agreed to not discuss Jason, and I didn’t want to break that so I’m going to try and navigate this myself. But if he keeps pushing me I think I may need to tell Jungkook because I know Jungkook would protect me.

The emotions were so overwhelming. The anger at Jason for pushing her when she didn’t want to have sex. The sadness that she felt she couldn’t come to him about that as well as a small bit of jealousy that he wasn’t sure about. He knows it would have been weird for a few minutes but he would have talked to her, he would have been honest. But lastly the guilt, she knew he would protect her. It didn’t matter what it was about she trusted him and he had failed her. He closed the journal and slid it in his back pocket and told himself it was for research purposes only.

“Hey JK, I think you should look at this.” Jimin pulled a photo from a cork board and handed it to him. It was a picture of Dami and Jason standing on top of a small mountain and he could see something farther in the background. It was a long shot but if they had visited it before, he may take her there to make her feel a sense of safety. It wasn’t uncommon in this type of situation since they had a relationship beforehand.

“Let’s get this to Yoongi. It may not be anything but if they’ve visited there before they could possibly go back. It seems secluded enough.” he slid it in his pocket paired with the journal from before.

“I agree. I’m gonna grab this sketchbook from her bed and bring it back. A quick flip through showed some landscapes so maybe she’s drawn where she’s at before.”

“No.” Jungkook’s voice was firm.

Jimin’s eyebrows shot up, “Why? It’s just a sketchbook.”

“Because you don’t know her. That sketchbook is even worse than me scanning through her journal. That’s the window to her soul, or at least that’s what she tells me. I gave her that for her birthday. She would never forgive me.”

“I’m pretty sure she would give you a pass if it saves her Jungkook. You need to get past your relationship with her and start thinking critically. This is the time to think with your head, not your heart.” He took a step towards him. “Jungkook, never in our friendship have I pulled rank on you but if you want to find her you need to get past breaking her privacy, because if you don’t there may not be any privacy to break.” It was harsh and Jimin knew it but his best friend was so far deep into his self-loathing mind that he was trying to do everything he could to make sure she would forgive him when he got her back.

“Alright, grab it. Let’s get this stuff back to Yoongi’s.”

AN: unfortunately, I needed to repost this because my dumbass deleted the original post, but I’m creating a tag list for this since its impossible for everyone to find it on their dash apparently. If this works well then I may do this for my other fics as well.

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yoonohnct · 6 years

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What NCT 2018 Would Call You (all members!)

I think the members would likely use terms of endearment from whatever language you predominantly spoke with each other, or really any of the languages they speak. I included some Korean terms because I can speak Korean and feel comfortable using it lol.

Taeil: Darling/Dear - Taeil seems kind of classic to me, and for some reason can remind me of an old soul LOL. I think these terms would be perfect for him because they aren’t over the top, and embody both an element of being sweet, but also have an old-fashioned vibe. I don’t think Taeil would use terms of endearment too often for fear of them losing their effect. He would probably use these when you were just relaxing together.

“Darling, would you mind passing me the remote?”

Johnny: Babe/Love/Sugarplum - I’m all over the place with Johnny boy. The term of endearment he would use would really depend on how he wanted to make you feel. Babe shows a more flirty, American bro-y side. Love would typically be reserved for special, sentimental moments like if you were dancing or when he was saying goodnight over the phone from another country. Sugarplum is so funny to me and would probably be used when he wants to joke around and tease you with his cheesiness.

“Are you busy tomorrow babe?”

“Sweet dreams love.”

“What’s crack-a-lackin’ sugarplum?”

Taeyong: 자기야/여보 (Jagiya/Yeobo) - I think Taeyong is a very sweet, affectionate person. I also see him as being a very typical Korean (in terms of style, culture, thinking etc.) So I think these very adorable Korean terms of endearment would be perfect (they’re similar to saying “honey”). They’re very commonly used amongst couples in Korea, and would immediately become his go to. He would love using them to refer to you so you’re always reminded that you’re his.

“What should I make for dinner tonight yeobo?”

Yuta: Sweet cheeks - He 100% seems like he would use this type of name lol. I just picture the type of guy who would say this as being a cocky mf very self-assured haha. You would have to be to use something so cringe,. He would use it mostly when he was feeling a bit frisky or extra confident, like right when he would come off stage. If he wanted to be more sweet, I think he would still use this name (it’s his fave!!) but he would say it more softly, almost whispering it.

“So how much did you love watching me perform this time sweet cheeks?”

Kun: Princess - Honestly I think Kun is one of the sweetest, most kind, gentle humans lol. Like he is so soft and cute omg. I think he would literally treat his gf like they hung the moon, and would want to give her the world. So oc he would treat her like royalty, which is why a name like princess is so fitting. Princess can sort of be demeaning at times but the way Kun would deliver it (like how he looks at you when he says it omg) would 110% be from a place of love.

“How was your day princess?”

Doyoung: 바보 (Babo) - GUYS. I’m sure many of you know “babo” means “idiot/stupid”and I die because Doyoung would definitely have the type of relationship where you guys are both super witty and smart and always trying to one-up each other. You would insult each other but sort of affectionately? He would say this with the biggest smile and then do something cute like ruffle your hair or throw his arm around your shoulders and give you a little squeeze. At times, he would also use it to pretend he was offended or hurt to get a reaction out of you, and would probably dramatically place his hand over his heart and would pretend to gasp in shock lol.

“Hey babo, why didn’t you reply to my text this morning?!”

Ten: Sexy/Bae - Ten’s nothing if not confident lol. But unlike Yuta, I don’t think Ten is super sexual. He just doesn’t have any qualms about expressing how attracted to you he is, whether it be physically or personality-wise. He also seems like he’s very proud of his English, especially when he knows slang or stuff you may not learn in school so he’d be into using those types of pet-names for you. They’re silly and fun, but also a little possessive.

“Can you make it to my dance practice tomorrow sexy?”

Jaehyun: Angel/Sunshine - These terms to me are used when someone is just completely in love and in awe of who they are with. And let’s be honest, Jaehyun is an angel/sunshine personified? I think for Jae to date someone, he would have to truly believe in his feelings. He would look at you like you were too perfect to be from earth, aka you’re an angel from the heavens. He would just look you dead in the eyes and say something super sweet and you would be putty in his hands because you felt exactly the same about him.

“You look cold angel. Do you want my hoodie?”

Winwin: Sweetie/Sweetheart - Winwin is so cute, and I think he would want to give you a nickname that reflects what a special role you have in his life. You are sweet, caring and bring a light to his life which probably isn’t always rosy because of his lifestyle! I can see him using sweethart pretty often, basically finishing all his thoughts with it. He would use it so often he might even forget your actual name.

“We have to get ice cream after our dinner date sweetheart!”

Jungwoo: Kitten - Jungwoo to me sort of shows duality - sometimes he’s super soft and cute, but sometimes he’s a bit more flirty and confident (but not over the top). I think this nickname is perfect because it’s adorable and fluffy, but also doesn’t seem to deep like “darling.” Ultimately Jungwoo is a shy boy so I think he would reserve any pet-names for when it was just the two of you. Just imagine him calling you kitten in his soft voice omg.

“Kitten, did I do a good job in our performance last night?“

Lucas: Gorgeous/Beautiful/Hottie - This guy though. He would be his gf’s ULTIMATE hype man. I think someone like Lucas is confident enough to know he could score the most attractive girls, but would care more about someone’s personality. He is super sweet and would want his girlfriend to feel beautiful, confident, reassured and loved regardless of how she compared to society’s beauty standards. He would definitely YELL these names in his typical Lucas voice to embarrassingly hype you up regardless of who was around, or he would just use them when he was feeling particularly cutesy or felt like you needed a boost.

“DAMN HOTTIE, YOU LOOK SO FINE!”

“I love you beautiful. I’m so happy I got to see you today.”

Mark: Babe/Baby - Mark is kind of swaggy and for some reason these just seem like something a cool dude would call his girl (even though they sort of make me cringe lol). They’re also very commonly used in North America. I think he would mostly just use your name around the other members, but I can see him shyly using these terms when it was just you guys, especially in more sentimental moments.

“It’s so good to finally see you. I’ve missed you so much baby.”

Renjun: Cutie - I think Renjun would want to call you this because amongst NCT, he’s always sort of portrayed as cute and quiet (even though we know he has a very witty side) so he would like to project that and have you be the cute one in your relationship! He wouldn’t use it too often, but it would probably come out when he was saying hi, really missing you, or when you actually did/said something he thought was cute and he wanted to call you out for it!

*you trip when you’re walking together* “You’re so clumsy, cutie!”

Jeno: Honey - I think honey is just the right amount of mushy to be cute, but not cheesy. When I think of someone using it, I picture a guy who is gentlemanly and kind, but has a clear role in the relationship as a strong, masculine person. That to me is Jeno! I think he would try out a bunch of different nicknames for you, but ultimately settle on this one when he realizes it makes you blush the most. He would definitely use it regardless of who was around!

“Honey, come join us all for a movie at the dorm!”

Haechan: Girlfriend/Wifey - These can either be cute names, or very possessive names. And I think Haechan would use it more as the latter. He is just SO happy that you are his and he wants everyone to know. Like he will literally yell “HEY GIRLFRIEND!” at you from down the hallway at SM just so everyone around knows you’re together. And he doesn’t just use it when speaking to you; he will literally refer to you in conversations with other people as girlfriend or wifey.

*to his hyungs* “See you guys later! Wifey and I have a date tonight!”

Jaemin: Baby Girl/Doll - We all know Jaemin is the ult flirt, and to me, these are VERY flirty nicknames. I feel like someone who uses these terms is very sure in his masculinity. Kind of like he wants to be the dominant one but not in the sense that he wants power over his girl. It’s more like he wants to provide for and protect her. His tone would really really determine whether his intention was to come across as more manly or suggestive.

slings his arm around her shoulders* “Happy to see me baby girl?”

Chenle: Pumpkin - Similar to Johnny using sugarplum, I feel like Chenle would use a term of endearment that is super playful and teasing. It’s so silly and you would clap back by pretending like you hated it, but really, he knew you loved it. I don’t see him using it all the time, but I think he would pull it out when you were feeling a bit down, or maybe when he was trying to annoy you until you’d do what he wanted. He would also use it when he was in a really good mood!

“So pumpkin… Since I got lunch, you’re treating me to coffee later, right?”

Jisung: Y/N - LOL. To be honest, I just see Jisung as super shy with girls (which might change with age!!). Even if he wanted to, I don’t think he would feel comfortable using something other than your name until you had been together for a while and were very sure of each other and the relationship. Occasionally, a term of endearment might slip out but he would probably get flustered and try to act like it didn’t happen. He wouldn’t want you to think he was weird or cheesy or something.

“So sweetie I MEAN Y/N OMG… ANYWAYS WHICH MOVIE DID YOU WANT TO SEE AGAIN?”

Excuse me while I go cry because when will any guy call me one of these names, let alone a member of NCT haha. But real talk, I had so much fun writing this and I really hope you guys enjoyed it!! Ngl, it wasn’t easy coming up with 18 different terms of endearment that fit to each of the members, but I’m happy with how it turned out! Feel free to leave me feedback or requests. I love getting messages from you guys!

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prince-peach-core · 6 years

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Here we go then.

1. Your first OC ever?

Oh boy. It's either an MLP oc or a Soul Eater one. I'm not gonna go into further detail.

2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs?

No! Hah!! Of course not! How could I favor one OC over another? I love Louis and all non-Louis' equally.

3. Have you ever adopted a character or gotten a character from someone else?

No, I don't think so?

4. A character you rarely talk about?

Ace. But I love him and need to work on him more.

5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be?

Oh damn. Maybe Arista. I love her a lot. She's my token child genius.

6. Two OCs of yours that look alike despite not being related?

Oh shit maybe Iseul and Basil? The hairstyle is similar and the face shape, from what I remember. Plus they're both close in personality.

7. Are your OCs part of any story or stories?

Yeah!! If you check the tag #TimeStoppers, I have 10 OCs who are a part of a story with a few friends' OCs!! It's great, I love it a bunch.

8. Do you RP as any of your OCs? If you do, introduce one of your RP OCs here!

N...no? I don't believe I do.

9. Would you ever be willing to give any of your OCs to someone else?

No I can't part with my babies. I'm too attached.

10. Introduce an OC with a complicated design?

Louis, definetely. It's more on the fact that his hair is all over the place and his sweater is multiple colored. Plus he wears a lot of pastels and complicated fashion.

11. Is there any OC of yours you could describe as a “sunshine”?

Coriander, Rosemary, Deangelo, Gerrit, Randall, and Louis. All sunshine.

12. Name an OC that isn’t yours but who you like a lot.

FUCKIN,,, @cozune 's BOY OSCAR MAKES. ME. GAY. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.

13. Do you have any troublemaker OCs?

Ace is definitely one. And so is Eun, but she's more low-key.

14. Introduce an OC with a tragic backstory

Oh one of my worst one's would be Gerrit I'd say. He watched his wife pass away 5 years ago.

15. Do you like to talk about your OCs with other people?

YES YES YES I LOVE THAT SM AND ALL MY FRIENDS ARE REALLY OPEN TO HEAR ABOUT THEM AND IT MAKES ME HAPPY!!!

16. Which one of your OCs would be the best at biology (school subject)?

Arista. Child genius.

17. Any OC OTPs?

ISEUL AND LOUIS, RANDY AND THOMAS, GERRIT AND DEANGELO, & JUNIPER AND CORIANDER.

18. Any OC crackships?

Maybe Rosemary and Louis, but Rosemary and Eun would be good too.

19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why).

I would say the Time Stoppers OCs mean a lot to me. I made them with a bunch of friends and it's really nice. Everyone is so sweet about them and we can all laugh and cry about them. It's just nice.

20. Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details (headcanon voice, what kind of songs they like etc)?

A lot of my OCs sing. I don't have voice claims on hand, or song favorites either. I'm too lazy to go through them all anyway.

21. Your most artistic OC.

Thomas. Literally an art major.

22. Is there any OC of yours people tend to mischaracterize? If yes, how?

Nah. No one really does much on them, and the friends that partake in LouSeul fluff get them pretty spot on.

23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like?

Uhh Thomas. He was originally just this quiet art kid who doesn't do much but he's grown a lot and is sort of a self-projection/ more artsy kid.

24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why?

LOUIS BECAUSE HE'S MY BABY B O Y.

25. The OC that resembles you the most (same hobby, height, shared like/dislike for something etc?)

Oof fuck. Louis is closer in height, but Thomas is pretty much a projection so him.

26. Have you ever had to change your OC’s design or something else about them against your will?

Nope, and hopefully never.

27. Any OCs that were inspired by a certain song?

Nah.

28. Your most dangerous OC?

Arista, again. She'll steal a cookie right before dinner.

29. Which one of your OCs would go investigate an abandoned house at night without telling anyone they’re going?

Louis and/or Randy.

30. Which one of your OCs would most likely have a secret stuffed animal collection?

Secret, would be Basil. But like if it didn't have to be secret it'd be Louis.

31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really)

Iseul. Sort of tan-grey and black layout. Aesthetics of leather jackets, ripped jeans, cigarettes, and just grungy type stuff in general. Occasional pictures of him with his family and/or Louis. Reblogs stupid love quotes and romcom gifs.

32. Which one of your OCs would be the most suitable horror game protagonist and why?

Oh Ace definitely. He's the kind of guy to get into a dangerous horror situation and have even the slightest possibility of escape.

33. Your shyest OC?

Thomas.

34. Do you have any twin characters?

No, but I used to.

35. Any sibling characters?

Iseul and Eun & Basil and Rosemary.

36. Do you have OC pairs where the other part belongs to someone else (siblings, lovers, friends etc)?

I think so?

37. Introduce an OC who is not quite human

Oh shoot I have Titan and Jeremiah. They're a demon and an angel, respectively.

38. Which one of your OCs would be the best dancer?

Oh shoot Rosemary. Girl can boogie.

39. Introduce any character you want

All of them. Check out #ocs on this blog and look at them.

40. Any fond memories linked to your characters? Feel free to share!

Uhh all the fluff of LouSeul has nice fuzzy feelings behind them.

41. Has anyone drawn fanart of your OCs? If yes, maybe show a picture or two here (remember sources & permissions!)

I have a picture of Kio from a contest I participated in, but I'm too lazy to get it and idk if it even counts for this.

42. Which one of your OCs would be the most interested in Greek gods?

Thomas probably.

43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess

I favor this really nice green for eyes. But I try to restrain from it.

44. Something you like about your OCs in general

All of them are kinda simple and sweet, and I love them.

45. A character you no longer use?

I don't use Rosemary, Basil, Coriander, Juniper, or Ace much. Kinda sad but I'll get back to them.

46. Has anyone ever told you that you treat your OCs badly?

Well if you ask any of my TS friends, today they'd say yes for Louis, Iseul, Seong, Eun, and Qiana.

47. Has anyone ever (friendly) claimed any of your OCs as their child?

I don't remember.

48. OC who is a perfect cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure

L 👏 O👏 U 👏 I 👏 S 👏

(I hit the limit so I gotta continue on another post rip)

#t.a.a.b rambles #oc asks #ocs #long post #text post

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imperialsea-a · 6 years

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What is an aspect of your muse that you’ve wanted to explore the most? / Name one idea for a plot you’ve had but never gotten around to writing. / If you’re a multimuse or have more than one blog, is there a muse you wish you used more? / Name one of your favorite tropes.

easy meme for a burnt out mun & accepting.

♛ What is an aspect of your muse that you’ve wanted to explore the most?

hhhhhhh i don’t know, it fluctuates a lot? Though it mainly changes between the worst time of her life, and the best, that being: post-academy fall/association uprooting + yuuki’s awakening + surprise, eva’s not actually dead for now VS. she’s happily married w five kids and has grown up a LOT since her teen years.

Bethy is a naturally orderly and strong-willed person who, after making some tough decisions, becomes totally dedicated to her job as a hunter; she was born into that world at the peak of their society being the descendant of the Averill line + the only child of Kaien Cross who is a hunting legend– whatever his current status may be, and despite having struggles related to the social/emotional complexity of balancing out the human world, vampire society, and her own place in those realms, she remains determined to play her part in maintaining the peace. UNFORTUNATELY for her, she relied too much on the Association– I mean, she revolves her entire self-worth on being a hunter, and when things collapse? She does too. She feels disgusted stupid and used and worthless.

The rug’s been pulled out from under her, the status of her mother being alive isn’t exactly stable– her best friends are gone (bc yeah im including eiri in this THAT’S HER BERRY ; O ; ), she’s so furious (half-rationally,half not-so-much) with Kaien she could actually KILL him, and then she’s carted off back home with her grandparents (Florence + Alexandria) to recover since she’s also sustained some physical injuries along with the heaps of emotional strain. She’s not okay for a long time, but she does recover and returns to HQ eventually. So, I guess I’d like some threads during the time of her recovery? It’s flexible enough since she doesn’t stay cooped up indoors the entire time she’s away; after the first few weeks of serious depression, she begins going out and doing normal non-huntery things. Not 100 percent all better, not even when she does come back, but away from the entire work situation, she’s healing and learning to rebuild herself, and her self-worth doesn’t revolve solely around work/the few friends she’s managed to make. She’s finally living for herself, muh bby i cant– i love bethy sm, she develops so much here

OTHERWISE, I JUST LOVE MOM/ADULT! BETHY. She’s the happiest, healthiest version of herself and has really grown comfortable with the ‘imperfection’ of her situation– I mean, she got to marry for love (after her grandfather tried to set the man on fire) which is something she thought she never could do, her sister in-law is an aristocrat married to Takuma Ichijou aka weirdo from the strongest vampire noble family, her best friends are KURAN PUREBLOODS, and she’s on speaking terms with Kaien so–. who’d have thought. she even survives twins.

The first broken/recovery timeframe might lead to some more flexibility plot-wise / crossover-ish sort of things? since she’s not really h u n t i n g and is existing quite normally (though that’s not to say she won’t pick up 1 of several weapons and fight if she needs to), but- IDK I KINDA JUST RAMBLED / INCOHERENTLY DUMPED STUFF HERE.

♛ Name one idea for a plot you’ve had but never gotten around to writing.

I’m not overly plot-specific when it comes to threading with people, but I’m always open to it. I guess one I’d like is really simple: strangers meet + have a pleasant convo over some form of public transportation / helping the other with something, kinda gets really personal in conversation since whatever they’re doing is taking a l o n g time, and they kindly part ways, thinking they won’t see each other again, then meeting again some time later in an either mundane situation or ‘uh so someone’s destroying the city’-level action. what happens from there depends on characters / story? I had a thread sort of like this, and it led to one of the best relationships Bethy ever had, but the mun deactivated and I’m still kinda, like, sad about it kfjdlkfjd

That, or maybe something like–??? one muse saves the other from something, and they somehow end up getting stuck together through a really bad situation and help each other out. AS U CAN SEE, I don’t, uh, plot a lot . . . o w q ;;

as a sidenote, this goes across all my blogs: i love one-sided love :’D

♛ If you’re a multimuse or have more than one blog, is there a muse you wish you used more?

Arata and Eva, for sure but u knew that. It’s more just a matter of meee…….nnnot writing out their backstories, even though I have it all there. Arata (affectionately called RaRa/Rara ooc–) is a vampire hunter like Beth, from a really powerful family, who somehow ended up unofficially officially adopting 3 kids after a like, 7 yr old saved his punk 17 yr old butt from a vampire. he grew up, wears glasses for fashion bc he doesn’t need them, and is all around a really good guy; he’s kind of awkward and is a family disappointment, but he’s got hunting skills fo dayyyys, just ask the chunks of noble flesh for touching one of his bbys–. He’s no joke my favorite OC EVER, and if it weren’t for my inability to actually be active, i’d give him his own blog. I love RaRa, man.

As for Eva, she’s Elizabeth’s mother, for those who don’t know. She’s a fun character to write, though I don’t much for the above reasons of ‘no bio written for the public’–. She’s made mistakes, the big one sticking out as letting herself get cornered by the president (marrying kaien wasn’t one of her mistakes somehow), and was in the wrong place at the wrong time. As a consequence, she got bitten by a Pureblood, and the pres, being the opportunist he is, took advantage of that, locked her up, and held her prisoner for years. When she’s out, she’s got a lot of recovery to do, but she’s okay in the end. She’s also one of Bethy’s biggest influences, and where she learned her kindness/fun side from. bethy is a kind girl ok, she’s just got a few HIGHLY situational layers to get past– but yeah. I liked Eva so much I kept her alive; I can’t imagine my OCs without her now.

♛ Name one of your favorite tropes.

This is something I never really thought on before, since I don’t really pay attention to tropes. I don’t know what it would be called, but something pertaining to opposites or contradictions, I guess? Since, Bethy is practically a land-confused mermaid :’D and i associate her/gentle tides with water and the calmness+peace it brings her, but she herself, along with her family, is heavily fire-influenced, or in takashi’s case, WATER = NO, IM GOOD, THANK YOU. but somehow, it still works?

Same with her overall existence? she’s a beautiful liar/actress, but she doesn’t lie where it isn’t necessary. she has to keep her hunter/vampire involvement a secret– that’s something she’ll never casually spill, but she’s not really as closed off as she seems, the situation just needs to be right. ahh… bethy’s pretty open-minded to things despite how straight-laced she is, and it really shows later in life. love of her life = hunter from an incredibly nontraditional family. mother = lvl d vampire. two of her children = cursed twins. bffs = no joke all vamps. yuuki…eiri, zero– i dont think she has human friends outside of akemi. hhhhh….. ANYWAY, all of that, it’s far from the idea of ‘picture perfect’ she upholds through her early life, but in the end, it works out? and it is perfect, for her.

Not really a TROPE, i suppose . . . but she’s a bit of a mess in terms of contradictions both personally and thematically. if there’s a trope name for that, she’d fall into its category.

THIS IS RLLY LONG IM SORRY–

#long post #( granny hours: ooc answer. )#( answered. )#moonlittheft

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