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After putting my m9 stickers on my PC tower while trying not to cry after a sensory meltdown....do you think a depressed person could do this???
#franposting#im sorta joking but also. not#its ok at least i have my lil blorbos to look at everyday now#idk where to put the vm ones#there was only enough space for the m9#and the opposite side of the tower is glass (it came like that. i didnt pick it)#yes yes i am neurotic enough to be one of those ppl anxious about placing stickers#its the PERMANENCY#my family is just. idk. trying but also leave me alone and i desperately need to leave#shower and hair protein treatment can only do so much
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🌑make up - nishimura riki
pairing: nishimura riki x afab!reader
summary: after a heated argument, leaves you standing outside of the hybe building, knowing whatever happens, you must make up for what happened because you can’t loose niki.
“i don’t wanna speak to you anymore! leave me alone!” you shout into your phone before the line disconnects from the other side,
and that was what led you to be standing outside the huge glass building at night, due to you being blocked from nikis contact, this was the only way.
you sighed and buzzed the buzzer, not too long you seen a figure coming across the lobby towards the glass door in front of you, it was jungwon.
he tilt his head and used his card to unlock the door, “y/n? what are you doing here?” he asked making space for you to come in.
you sighed and fiddled with your fingers, how do you say this?
“me and- me and niki got in a argument. i just.. i need to see him please.” you look up at him, he sighed and sucked in his lips, he motioned for you to follow him as you two made your way to the elevator to go upstairs to their dorms.
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“he’s inside. i was wondering why he wasn’t letting anyone in, so goodluck.” jungwon pat your back before walking away leaving you standing outside nikis door.
you looked up at the door as the name tag was “nishimura” decorated with stickers around it.
you took in a deep breath before raising your hand to knock softly on the door, you did your significant knock so he’d always know when it’s you.
that knock was what jolted niki up from the couch, he was laying down with his face in a pillow, he was almost half asleep until he heard YOUR knock.
he sighed to himself and slowly lifted himself off the couch, taking slow walks over to his door before it swung open.
revealed to you was a very sad niki. he had on a black hoodie with his hood up, sweatpants and his face looked really dry, his eyes were swollen and his face was slightly red.
you frowned at the sight of him, knowing you were the cause of this made your heart shatter.
“niki-
“just come in.” he cut you off standing aside, you quickly walked in and he shut the door behind you, standing there with his hands at his sides.
the first thing you could think of doing was just wrapping your arms around him, which is what you did, and he almost immediately wrapped his arms around your figure , deepening the hug.
“oh niki.. i’m so sorry my love.” you sigh, he just lifted your legs and carried you over to the couch, he laid you down then laid on top of you,
you immediately began to play with his hair, not knowing what to do.
“i’m sorry.” he mumbled, you shook your head, “no- you didn’t do-
“i’m sorry for blocking you. i’m sorry for everything.” he lifted his head to meet yours.
the whole argument was about the lack of communication. which led to you thinking you guys were better off alone. but he put the blame on your saying you were so quick to let go of what you two had.
it was just a whole bunch of misunderstandings.
“i’m sorry for not communicating with you enough y/n. i blocked you out of pity because i knew you were right and i was embarrassed.” he bit on his lip to press back any tears that were coming.
“no niki.. no. i’m sorry for giving up so easily. i shouldn’t have said that.“ you looked down at him, he then sat up and so did you,
giving him a good opportunity to cup your face and press your foreheads to each other. “i love you so much y/n. i cant loose you- i really can’t.” he said softly, if he spoke any more than above a whisper he’d start sobbing.
“youre the glue to my heart. without you i’m- im broken.” he looked into your eyes, which were now teary, you grabbed his hands and held them,
“i’ll never ever leave you ki. it’s us against the entire world forever.” you smiled softly as a tear fell out of your eye, and that’s what made nikis tears fall out as well as you two chuckled softly at each other.
“i promise i won’t go anywhere. ever.” you shake your head, he looked down with a soft expression, before leaning into your embrace,
you two exchanged a soft kiss, letting it linger before hesitantly pulling away. you meant so much to him more than you knew.
niki grew up with his family, being taken away from them to pursue his dreams, left him with only his members,
but a females presence was what he needed most. and you? you were just that and more.
he’d fight the entire galaxy to be with you. which is why if you didn’t show up to his dorm tonight, he wouldn’t lost himself into thinking you were gone forever.
you pulled him into your arms and laidback down onto the couch, he rested his head softly on your chest, rubbing soothing circles on your arms, as you stroked his cheek softly.
“i-“ he started but he felt his eyes closing, going off into deep slumber knowing he was safe in or presence, inhaling your sweet scent, he felt at peace.
you knew what he was gonna say, so you finished it for him.
“i love you more. completely.” you whisper softly running your fingers through his hair as his breath began to slow signaling he was sleep.
but you knowing he was in your hands gave you the reassurance you needed.
you two will forever be with each other no matter what
a/n: this is what i needed rn , i miss ki sm guys so i hope u guys enjoy this <3 <3
#enhypen#enhypen fluff#niki enhypen#niki x reader#nishimura riki#riki nishimura x reader#niki fluff#enhypen niki#leeliias works —!
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Day 6 - Time Travel for @jonmartinweek!
im late again but only bc i drew waayyy too much for this lol - i couldnt help it tho i really love those kid-centric aus where jon and martin's future kids come visit their s1 selves - they're just full of so many cute moments and little jokes 🤭 i'm also just a sucker for anything jmart kid related. plus watching s1 jon and martin, who have budged hardly an inch past absolute loathing, grapple with the fact they not only get married in the future but have KIDS too is soooooooo good 😆they get to talking and realize "oh god you really are my ideal partner ohno OHHH NOO"
[Start ID: Multiple images of Jon and Martin from The Magnus Archives as well as their future children for an AU. Jon is a thin Persian man with dark, curly hair streaked with grey and rectangular glasses. Martin is a fat, mixed Polish/Korean man with dark brown, wavy hair, browline glasses, and a beauty mark by his lip. 1st image: Jon and Martin are sitting at a wedding table decorated with flowers, a plate with half eaten cake, and a green napkin. Jon is wearing a white shirt with a dark green bowtie, his hair is slicked back into a low bun with some styled stray hairs. His black suit jacket covers the chair behind him. He has light beard and a gold column earring. Martin is wearing a white shirt with a dark blue bowtie, his hair is styled back as well and he wears a gold diamond drop earring. They sit side by side, noses almost touching - Jon smiles wholesomely at Martin, holding up a coupe glass of champagne, and Martin smiles back with his eyes closed, left hand resting around the base of his own coupe glass. Jon's left hand sits on top of Martin's, each hand has a gold band on the ring finger. The drawing looks like a polaroid, Jon's handwriting at the bottom says "Jonathan and Martin Blackwood-Sims. June 27th, 2023." Martin has placed a red heart sticker and written "J+M" in blue marker on the photo. 2nd image: Jon and Martin are older and pose with their children on their backs. Their children, Mina and Jules, have dark, curly hair like Jon's, Mina has a beauty mark by his right eye and Jules has one on her left lower cheek. In this image Mina has her hair tied back into two pigtails and is smiling with one tooth gone. She wears overalls with a scalloped shirt, a sensory bracelet on her right wrist, and sneakers. She is riding on Martin's back, gripping his shirt with one hand and lifting up the other one behind his head, laughing loudly. Martin side eyes her with mirth, his hair is more choppy and down past his shoulders, he has a patchy beard, and wears a simple lined shirt. In this image, Jules has her hair tied back into a ponytail and is wearing a t-shirt, jean shorts and sneakers with a star on them. She sticks her tongue out towards the camera and winks one eye, both her arms are laced around Jon's neck. Jon's hair is past his ears and he has a fully grown mustache and beard, he wears a collared short sleeve shirt. Underneath ths photo Jon writes "Picnic after 2nd year primary. Mina (7) Jules (8)." Martin has drawn a yellow sun and written in blue marker "too old!!" and a crying face. 3rd image: Mina and Jules (off frame) hold up multiple photographs to younger Jon and Martin (season 1). Martin is wearing a collared shirt and his hair is side parted, cut just past his ears. Jon has his hair slicked back aside from a couple large curls at the front and wears a suit jacket, collared shirt, tie, and vest. Martin and Jon stare down at the photos with flustered surprise, confusion, and disbelief, both blushing. Martin pinches one of the photos with his right hand. Jon holds his glasses in his right hand.
4th image is a 7 panel comic. Mina and Jules both wear glasses and school uniforms with a backpack, Mina wearing a tie and vest, her hair done in two braids, and Jules wearing a collared shirt and tie, her hair in a bob with two clips. 1st panel: Jules outstretches her hand while looking angry at Mina who is looking away with a huff. "We would've gotten here way sooner if you didn't have to stop and pet that dumb dog!!". 2nd panel: Jon crosses his arms and sneers at Martin, who is looking unimpressed and annoyed and holding a tea mug. "They get that from you...". 3rd panel: Mina points at Jules and retorts "Well if you weren't so impatient we wouldn't have gotten caught, stupid!!". 4th panel: Martin lifts up the tea mug to take a sip and shoots back to Jon, who frowns, "They get that from you...". 5th panel: Mina and Jules yell at each other with closed eyes and hunched shoulders, "UGH!!! WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS ARGUING WITH ME!!!". 6th panel: A simplified drawing of Jon and Martin, one speech bubble connecting both of them saying "They get that from you". 7th panel: Jon and Martin whip around and stare at each other with offended anger, saying "ME?!".
5th image is of Mina and Jules in full color. They have the same descriptions as in the comic, the school uniform is a purple gray, the skirts plaid. Mina wears a green colored sensory bracelet and Jules wears a blue colored one. Mina has a nervous frown, a couple sweat marks coming off her head, while Jules smiles with quiet confidence, a couple gold sparkles by her head. They hold hands in the middle, Jules is slightly taller than Mina. Above Mina are the following words: Mina (Mia) *younger sibling *a bit shy *fave color is green *loves when Dad does her hair. Above Jules are the following words: Julia (Jules) *older (by 11 months) *more adventurous *fave color is blue *loves when Baba buys her ice cream. End ID.]
#jmart#jonmartin#teaholding#jonmartinweek2023#jonathan sims#martin blackwood#order up! art tag#jmart kids#time travel au#kid au#the magnus archives#tma
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Zzz..
An shiraishi, ena shinonome, rui kamishiro x gn! Sleepy! Reader
A/N: OMG ITS THE ONE AND ONLY!! IM SOOSOSOSO HAPPY YOU REQUESTED!! SORRY I DIDNT REPLY I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE DRAFT WITH YOUR COMMENT ON ACCIDENT😭 luckily i took a screenshot enjoy🩷!!
An shiraishi
໒꒱is probably impressed by how easily you can fall asleep, one second ago you were talking and now you're snoring..
໒꒱She would probably take out her phone and take pictures of you, to tease you when you wake up, but if she isnt in the teasing mood she'll play with your hair, would even humm your favorite songs
໒꒱would try to be quiet as much as possible to not wake you up, if you did wake up she'll feel very guilty and would try to make you fall asleep again.
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It was a normal afternoon at weekend garage, you and an both chat about gossips and about your life, everything was going well.. until you started feelling sleepy.. you tried to figh your eyes to stay up but it wouldnt, it would be rude to just fall asleep when your friend is talking
"One sec, ill go get us some water!" An hurries off and grabs a water pitcher and pours some water on two glass for you both, when she came back she found you fast asleep, resting your head on the table, an chuckles and places the glass gently onto the tabe, then sat beside you
"Asleep already?" She chuckles at herself then brushes your hair with her hand gently as not to wake you up, she continued brushing your hair until she heard you groan. She then stops brushing your hair afraid that it might wake you up "continue.." you mumbled, an paused for a moment, then smiled and continued brushing your hair "youre even greedy when your asleep.." she teased
Rui kamishiro
꩜if he sees you sleeping in any place thats not a bed he would carry you and place you on a more suitable area
꩜is very very quiet, when he sees you sleeping, he would put a blanket over you just to keep you warm
꩜if you do happen to fall asleep on him he'll smile to himself, despite looking calm hes screaming eternally inside, giggling and blushing he just cant wait to tell you about this when you wake up
꩜would tease you when youre finally awake, showing you his gallery which is just pictures of you sleeping, he would edit some of the picture and doodle them or add a sticker, "y/n~~ look its a beautiful picture of you~~" he cooes showing you an edited picture of you sleeping
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You recently found yourself tutoring your classmate, you didnt know how you got into this and wanted to escape fast it was soo tiring to tutor him, he always answered with the most stupidest responses, not knowing he was only doing this just to spend more time with you♡
You sighed under your breath, at this point you already give up "i give up.." you mutter, rui looks over at you and pleads dramatically "ehhhh.. why? Dont give up on mee.. pleasee? Lets just take a break!" He suggested You groaned and decided to give him a chance. "Fine, but we're not taking any breaks until you learn a thing or two got it?" Rui quickly nodded with a smile
"this separates the chest cavity from the abdominal cavity. Im giving you three minutes to answer." You said sternly, rui knew the answer to this ofcourse but.. he decided to play dumb for a while.. "hmm... hmmmm.." he thinks while making some humming noise while doing so he suddenly stops when he felt someones head on his shoulder.
"y/n..?" He added, he was about to wake you up but he saw the peacefulness in your face, he didnt wanna ruin your sleep! After all it was his fault you got tired.. He continued sitting there, his hands shaking like crazy, trying to sit still but he cant.. not when someones head is in his shoulder, its not just someone, its his crush.. rui then grabs the blanket from the floor then wraps it around the both of you
"told you we should take a break.." he teases, he then chuckles at himself "have a good rest y/n.." he says before slowly drifting to joining you in your sleep.
Ena shinonome
✿at first she would wake you up when you fallen asleep on her, but as you two kept spending more time together she doesnt wake you up, instead he hums and plays with your hair while your sound asleep
✿if you do manage to fall asleep on her shoulder or lap she would blush like crazy, she wouldn't stop squealing and shifting
✿is she does manage to calm down, she places your head onto her lap and just plays with your, not even glancing at your face cus if she does she'll be a red mess!
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You and ena were sitting on the school bench chatting, and gossiping as usual, ena then heard you yawn, and even sees you rubbing your eyes "y/n.. are you sleepy again? Yknow you should get more sleep.. especially since your in night class.." she says calmly, not even hiding the fact that shes worried.
"im fine ena.. ill just drink some coffee and ill be awake and energized!" You added, ena only sighed "fine.. just.. dont drink too much caffeine okay? I do not want you throwing up all over the place.." you chuckled at her remarks and just nodded
You both continued talking when ena stops "oh! I forgot to tell you something!" She grabs her backpack and searches for her sketchpad "im finished with my- eh?!" She felt you head on her shoulder and was snoring, "y/n.. wake up.." she tries to shake you awake but when she sees your eyebags she just cant leave you like this!
"hmph... fine im letting this one slide.." she groans, she then placed her backpack on her lap, after that she gently holds your head and moved them to her lap, making you lay down and have a comfortable pillow..
"you should get more sleep.. you're sleepier than usual.." she points out, she sighs then looks around to see if no ones around, once the coast is clear she kissed your nose then looks away.
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"oh my.. what a sight.." someone spoke up, it was her brother, "why do you let them sleep on you? If i was the one sleeping you would've thrown me around.." "shush! What are you doing here anyways? Youre supposed to be home by now.." she asked "you left your phone dumbass.. i am gonna tell that akiyama person what i just saw.. itd be so funny.." "just.. shut up kay? Look if you dont tell anyone about this, ill buy you whatever you want.!" Her brother smirks "deal!" He then walks away with a proud grin on his face.
@nogenderbee 🩷
#project sekai#pjsk x reader#project sekai x reader#x reader#pjsk#vbs#ena shinonome#ena shinonome x reader#an shiraishi#an shiraishi x reader#rui kamishiro#rui kamishiro x reader#akito shinonome
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hello !! may i request sigma with an protective s/o like not only the s/o physically and mentally protects him, but also brings him food, water, makes sure that he's fine and sleeping well and, in general, is such a sweetheart to sigma
YES OMG i love sigma so much heart emoji :33 did hcs bc i wasnt sure what you wanted
WARNINGS: none :3
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sigma with a protective and caring s/o
this poor guy. holds him in my hands. his blood pressure is through the roof always. he teeters on the edge of a panic attack or full blown meltdown at all times. slaps a fragile sticker on him like hes a box of wine glasses
it takes the littlest things to get him to relax too because he doesnt have a lot of time for like. literally anything
i mean like the first time you ran your fingers through his hair while he was drifting off to sleep he probably started crying ngl. hes so stressed please handle with care
you help out around the casino, dont get it twisted, but he still bears most of the weight of work because he doesnt want to worry you too much with it (it does Not have the intended goal) and, other than you, the casino is the only thing he can really call his
he often forgets to attend to his bodily functions because of how hard he works and for how long everyday
(once, you had the casino staff send him a meal with a note to let him know it was from you. he realized he had not eaten since breakfast the previous day)
dude when i tell u that u need to wash this mans hair for him. like take a bath with him and wash his hair for him. not like cus he doesnt do it on his own or anything but because you can SEE him relax under your fingers when you do.
he feels so bad that he cant give you the same treatment but he makes up for it by spending lots of quality time with him and he buys you gifts ^_^
you got him one of those waterbottles with the times you should be at certain points by and he genuinely loves it because it reminds him to actually drink water
overall he really appreciates you because you take so much stress off of him by helping out around the casino and helping him actually maintain healthier habits !! he goes to sleep at a decent time now because of you :3 (how did you manage that ? "sigma come to bed i cant sleep if im not holding someone :-(" and hes like i have work but a few minutes couldnt hurt. anyway he falls asleep before you do)
#writing#bsd#bungou stray dogs#headcanons#bsd x gn reader#gender neutral reader#gn reader#percys silly hcs#sigma x reader#sigma x y/n#sigma x you#sigma x gn!reader#vampyama
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baby scarab || 66
anon - Hi!! I have a request for the baby scarab series, can we meet Jean-Paul Duchamp? Also know as frenchie, he was a French mercenary along side Marc in the comics,I was thinking what they could be kind of an uncle? Pls don’t feel pressured to write it tho <33
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@0scars1saac - Do we still acknowledge our taweret and ugly khonshu plushies?
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A/N : THERE IS NO MORE SCHEDULE, IM SORRY also thank you all sm for the support and requests :)))
please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait
pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader, layla el faouly x (platonic)reader
TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, violence, language, angst, kinda rushed? hella angsty, the kids fight, idk i already forgot everything else, let me know if i missed anything.
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it was already months later, almost the last day of school and you are doing great.
you have almost all b’s, gone on more dates with casper, and you and your dads go mini golfing every weekend now since jake knows a guy.
you would lose every time though, and marc would laugh in your face when you fall to the ground while fake crying.
you would grab onto his leg and beg for a rematch but he would just say no.
and this all occurs in public with people recording you by the way. but then one of your dads yells at them to delete it while you’re still laying on the dirty ground while fake crying.
steven would then take you for ice cream so you were all better after all the madness that’s always bound to happen.
but right now.. its less fun.
you were stuck at the kitchen table with steven on a saturday studying for a big test coming up, and it’s worth 50% of your grade.
you hand your head in your hand while steven rambled about amino acids or some shit.
“…so they can build up your muscles even though you personally wouldn’t need any- are you listening to me?” he snaps his fingers in your face, making you flinch and glare at him.
“sorry- i- i just keep zoning out..” you start. “i can’t focus knowing my whole grade depends on this test” you run your hands down your face in frustration.
steven sighs, taking his glasses off. “how about we keep going for five more minutes.. and then we can take a break” he offers and you nod.
“so what did i just say?” he asks and you groan.
“i don’t know, i wasn’t listening” you admit and he chuckles.
“i said that amino acids can build muscle, now write it down” he forces a pencil into your hand and shoves your notebook towards you.
you grumpily write it with all your other notes as steven puts his glasses back on.
you smile when you look over to him, seeing that he never bothered to take the hello kitty stickers off of them.
steven notices and smiles back. “break time, yeah?” he asks and you nod.
“i’m so sick of school” you groan, getting out of your chair and going into your room before coming back out with both the taweret plushie and the khonshu plushie.
steven sighs. “i know you’re sick of it, but you graduate in literally a week and a half” he starts. “you’re being too dramatic-“
“dramatic…?” you blink at him.
steven gets out of his chair to face you, with both plushies in your arms.
“you think i’m dramatic?” you put a hand to your heart, dropping the plushies to the ground and falling to your knees.
steven just stares down at you.
“how could you even say that?! you’re such a penis!” you yell at him, before breaking character and laughing.
steven raises an eyebrow before sighing tiredly. “very funny, now get up off the floor and you can go play on your phone for a bit” he says which makes you rush to the kitchen to grab it off the charger.
“gods, she’s making my hair turn grey-“
“don’t jinx it, looking like i’m thirty is what gets me tips from the ladies” jake interrupts as marc scoffs.
“yeah right, like you get ladies-“ marc laughs, and you listen to them bicker while you text casper.
you : come over rn
casper <3 : i can’t im at work :(
you : then quit
casper <3 : bitch i need money i’ll come over tomorrow
you : don’t call me a bitch unless you want your ass beat
casper <3 : oh no i’m so scared
you : ok smart ass i’ll see you tomorrow
casper <3 : okay i love you :)
you : i love you too stupid :)
you smile down at your phone as your three dads continue to argue as steven makes tea.
you begin scrolling through tiktok, when you see a vegan recipe come up. it was a cake recipe, so your put it in your favorites to make later.
possibly in the middle of the night.
you stand up to approach steven to help with the tea when there’s a knock at the door, shocking all of you.
you raise an eyebrow and look to marc, who had fronted out of habit.
“i can get it” you mumble, going to open the door before marc pulls you away.
he puts a finger to his mouth into a signal to stay quiet. “go to your room, close the door, and do not come out until one of us gets you” he tells you quietly and you send him a worried look and nod shakily before doing so, closing your door and sitting against it, listening.
you shift so that your ear was against the door, and you make sure the cats were still sleeping on your bed.
you feel a nervous pit form in your stomach as you here parts of a tense conversation between marc and whoever was at the door.
“is it really so bad that i come say hi?”
“yes, now get out of my house-“
“wait, those ain’t your stuffed animals are they? didn’t know you still had those” the mystery voice chuckles.
you could tell the voice was from a man, but you had no idea who.
“this is a bad time- now get out-“
“hang on a second.. i know it’s a bad time but it’s been a while”
you keep listening when pedro and luna decide to start bothering you, woken up from their nap.
“shit-“ you whisper, trying to get them to stop meowing at you.
“shhh- shut up-!” you whisper shout at them when you hear footsteps coming to the door.
“fuck fuck fuck fuck-“ you say a bit louder, holding both of the cats in your arms.
“i knew i heard a voice, now who’s in there?” the man asks and you can tell marc is anxious, but can’t do anything to remove the guy.
“nobody, just leave it alone. can we talk somewhere else-“
“now wait just a minute, we’ve known each other for years and you won’t tell me who’s in there? are they that embarrassing?” he jokes and you roll your eyes, setting the cats on the bed.
“no- she’s not embarrassing just- i didn’t want you to freak her out, you know how you get-“
marc is cut of by the man opening the door, making you look over in shock.
he was wearing dirty old boots and black jeans with a plain dark brown sweatshirt.
he makes eye contact with you and smiles, looking back at marc.
“is she yours? is she- is she your kid?” he asks excitedly and approaches you.
marc tries to stop him but the man reaches forward to hug you tightly before anyone could say anything.
you tense and stand still, looking at marc over the man’s shoulder.
“get off of her, frenchie” marc glares at him, so he lets go of the hug to just look at you.
“she don’t look like you” he says and you clear your throat.
“she’s adopted. now get out of her room” marc keeps a glare pointed at the man he called frenchie.
he waves his hand in marc’s face. “is she laylas?”
“no. get out-“ “why would you ask that after he just said i’m adopted?” you and marc say at the same time.
frenchie just tilts his head at you with a shrug. “just wonderin’”
you blink at the man. “so what’s your name then, little spector?”
“leave her alone dude-“
“marc- dad it’s fine” you sigh. “it’s y/n” you mumble and he gasps lightly.
“that’s a beautiful name-“
“okay that’s enough” marc drags the man out of your room by the collar of his sweatshirt.
“but marc i’m just tryna get to know her, she’s your kid for pete’s sake!” he exclaims in the kitchen as you peak out of your room to watch them.
“yeah dad, be nicer to your friend” you step out to join them in the kitchen.
“yeah marc, be nice to me. after all we’ve been through” he says dramatically.
you like this guy. he’s a lot like you.
“how do you even know each other?” you ask and they both go quiet, and marc gives you a shrug with pursed lips.
“..so you met when you were a mercenary?” you ask even though you already know the answer.
frenchie blinks a few times. “do you just tell her everything?” he sighs. “man she must be a good kid if you trust her with that information” he tells marc and he feels a sense of pride in his chest.
“well yeah, she’s my kid-“
“yeah i can tell” he starts. “i can see the resemblance. not physically but i can sense it” he tells both of you.
“kinda like that spider thing i saw on facebook- it’s like i just know things” he explains while you and marc make eye contact.
“okay well you’ve said hi so now you can go-“
“oh no, i have to stay here. lay low you know?” frenchie says and marc’s eyes widen, sputtering over his words.
“you can’t stay here! it’s- it’s a school night and-“
“and what? if it were you i’d let you stay” frenchie retorts.
you look over at marc and shrug while he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose with his pointer finger and thumb.
“fine. you’re sleeping on the couch and you’re not going to be bothering my daughter” marc says sternly and frenchie crosses his heart with his fingers.
“another time perhaps-“ “no”
“come on, partner!” frenchie throws an arm around marc as he tenses up a tad. “i can be her cool uncle frenchie!”
“no”
you just pray for marc and retreat to your room where both your cats are laying on your pillow.
you sigh and stare at them, not wanting to move them and risk waking them up.
so you sigh and decide to just go to your dads room, laying in his bed with your plushies, waiting for him to join you since the weather is starting to get colder.
you eventually fell asleep and marc just stifled a laugh when he saw you taking up all the space in his bed.
he finally got frenchie to sleep on the couch so he was exhausted.
he gently moved you so he could get on the bed to get a good nights sleep, not knowing he’s going to be totally pissed of in the morning.
~~~
you wake up to your alarm, and the smell of… bacon?
you open your eyes and see that marc was still fast asleep, which made you panic for a second before remembering marc’s ‘friend’, frenchie was still here.
after getting out of bed and sneaking off to your room to get dressed, you head out to the kitchen to see marc still half-asleep and glaring at frenchie as he cooks bacon and some for of omelettes.
you blink a few times before going to the bathroom to brush your teeth and take your medicine, texting casper your regular ‘good morning baby girl’ message and going back out into the kitchen.
it’s a little weird when he didn’t answer right away like he usually does, but maybe he was busy at the moment.
you walk into the kitchen and sat next to marc at the table, nudging his side with your elbow.
he looks to you with a raised brow. “what’s wrong?” you ask, already knowing the answer.
“the fucker is using my stuff. without asking” he says grumpily and you sigh.
“come on dad, he’s your friend right?”
“jakes friend-“
“he said he’d do the same for you-“
“he doesn’t have a kid at home” marc argues and that’s when frenchie approaches, putting three plates down.
“actually, i do” he says, shocking marc. “wife and two kids, one on the way”
“i didn’t mean it like that-“
“i know” frenchie smiles at marc and sits down, digging into his food, and you do the same.
“wow, this is great” you mumble and frenchie laughs.
“glad you think so” he smiles at you. that was when you finally got a text back, which just read ‘morning.’
with a period on the end. uh oh.
you furrowed your brows and left it alone, hoping to talk to him a school like a normal person.
~~~
marc sent you on your way after breakfast, and frenchie ended up giving you a hug even though marc was screaming at him to leave you alone.
you just laughed it off and left.
you meet casper in your usual spot and notice he’s more tense than usual.
“hey.. you okay..?” you approach carefully, not to set him off.
he just nods and starts walking in the direction of the school, making you jog to catch up to him.
“are you sure? you can talk to me, you know..” you offer and he just sighs before his eyes dart to you, red around the rims.
“he hit her” he mumbles and you both stop walking.
“…wh-what..?” you start. “who are you talking about-“
“my dad, y/n. he hit my mother” he tells you tensely and you move closer to him.
“you don’t have to explain anything.. but i really think you should tell someone- they can help you” you offer.
“no. my mom still can’t find a job snd allison is scared out of her mind- she- she saw it y/n, she saw him hit her!” he exclaims and you nod, taking his hands in yours and moving to the side of the walkway.
“casper, we know somebody who could help you, we can give you all a home where your dad won’t be with you- and you won’t even have to worry about paying-“
“we can’t- why cant you just understand?!” he begins, startling you with his shouting. “all he has to do is say the word and it would ruin our lives! he has too much power over her! my mother is scared- too scared to even leave the house!”
“casper please calm down, we can help you guys-“
he laughs bitterly. “no- you- you can’t help us, for once you just.. can’t” he scoffs and starts walking towards the school again.
“wait- just let me explain how we can-“
“no. i am done talking to you. just- give me some space, alright?”
“why don’t you ease up a bit?”
“ease up..?” he stops to turn around to face you. “you have no idea how i feel right now-“
“oh my god- you know every single little detail about me, and you’re seriously telling me that i don’t know how you feel?!” you shout back.
he scoffs again. “no. because before a year ago you didn’t even have parents” he says, and the look on his face makes it seem like he regretted saying that completely.
you stand still and tears gather in your eyes. “..you’re fucking joking right now..” you say more to yourself than to him.
“y/n i’m sorry- i just-“
“no i know.. it.. you’re just stressed. i get it” you let out a sad laugh. “you just said what you had to so that you could feel better about yourself”
“i’m serious! i didn’t mean it!” he approaches you but you take a step back.
“i hope you’re fucking happy with yourself right now” you send a slight glare to casper as you pass him, speed walking to school.
it was going to be a long day.
and khonshu..
he saw all of it.
~~~
you got home that night in a terrible mood.
you walked back all by yourself because you were still angry at casper, and you knew that your dads would be asking what was wrong until you told them.
you arrive in the elevator and sniff as you press your floors buttons, trying your hardest not to cry.
immediately after opening your door you burst out in tears, jake coming to you while you hug him.
“mi vida- what happened?! are you okay?!” he asks in a rush, snaking his hands around your waist to hug you back.
“w-we got in a fight-!” you sob.
“okay.. okay its- it’s okay” he assures you, looking to marc who was glaring out the window from the mirror.
“i- i know he didn’t m-mean it but-“
“hey, cariño” jake starts, leaning back to wipe your tears from your face gently. “what happened? can you tell us..?” he asks and you nod, taking a few deep breaths.
“he- his dad hit grace, and i told him we could- we could help but he got mad saying he doesn’t n-need help and he said something about me not having parents until you guys a-and i haven’t talked to him since” you rush out before breaking into sobs again.
jake let’s go of you to get you a box of tissues while you sit down on the couch.
you cry into a tissue as jake stares at marc in the mirror on the coffee table.
“i think we need to have a talk with the harts..”
jake nods.
“again”
~~~
A/N - im so so sorry that i haven’t posted in a while i’m just going through mega writers block and i’m actually getting my tonsils out in a month so i’ll have more writing time lol. i miss all of you so much, and i hope to see you all soon. :) with much love, v.
~~~
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𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐬, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫
nonidol!kim hongjoong x fem!reader
you and joong made a promise to each other. now the world wants to test that.
genre. strangers 2 lovers, fluff, angst, scene by scene
warnings. fast paced! (cuz it time-skips after the first part, but slows a little afterward), dorks™, angst, panicking (like actual anxiety attacks, happens twice), stress, fluff tho, swear words (as usual), emotional asf, bliss to pain, but comfort too, plot but not really, barely proofread
inspired by. lany’s (what i wish just one person would say to me)
word count. 12.1k
taglist. @yuufiles @rge-nini @bookishcalls / permanent taglist: @tayunji @im-a-big-mess @doodlewon @y3jiishot @crazywittysassy @seomisaho @stopeatread @enhacolor @yedammi @rnjfy @jaehunnyy @shakalakaboomboo @hoohoohope @kpop718
a/n: i love kim hongjoong, that is all. (also, this was gonna be a WHOLE lot sadder, so uh yw)
— part one: our hearts were set aflame
It had taken you about five seconds of crossing the threshold of the store entrance to realize that you were way in over your head. People buzzed about the floor of the clothing shop, paper bags with other store logos hanging from their arms and clashing against racks, shelves and rows upon more shelves and rows of clothing in colors that you could only imagine created a mass labyrinth. And there you were, standing at the glass doors gaping like a fish, a complete idiot.
There were many things you could research, but shopping was something much easier to do in theory than in practice. (Like writing, but you’d rather not speak on that.)
People were starting to stare at you and you caught someone with a headset glancing your way. You swallowed. It was just shopping… right?
You went first to your left, where all of the business formal wear seemed to all be located. This would be a good start, you thought, eyes skimming through the suit jackets, all blocked off based on color and coordinated as such. There were just so many—
A cough. “I think the taupe would look really good on you.”
You whirled around to see who had suddenly appeared at your side, and you found a young man standing slightly behind you. He had dark hair, slightly swept back in a neat yet charming sort of way; a pair of black headphones hung around his neck, the ears littered with colorful stickers. You could tell he knew how to dress with his black cargo pants and boots, silver chain hanging around his pretty neck, white graphic tee tucked beneath a dark bomber jacket.
Intimidating. Yeah, anyone who could dress well was automatically intimidating.
But then he smiled, flushing under the late morning light the color of light raspberry lemonade. He scratched his head as if suddenly embarrassed by your eyes on him. “Sor—sorry, I mean, uhm, I think taupe works really well with your, uh—your eyes.”
You almost laughed. He was cute. “My eyes?”
“Yeah, it uhm—” he licked his lips, beaming boyishly, “—brings out your eyes.”
“Is that so?” You turned to the rack of clothing once more, eyes narrowed while you rifled through to find what you thought your size was. (And according to the clothing you already had in your closet. You usually didn’t go shopping alone, but since everyone else was busy…)
“Like this?” You found a jacket that was tagged with your size and you held it against your front.
The man’s smile widened. “Yes, it’s perfect. Pair it with light colored slacks and that satin blouse over there and you’re golden.”
You followed his nod in the direction of said “slacks” and “satin blouse”. You only saw a sea of fabrics. “Would you mind, y'know…?”
“Showing you?” His eyes lit up and there was something about the bounce in his step as he gestured for you to follow him. “Of course!”
There was a sort of relief that filled your lungs when he understood you completely. He must have seen the anxiety in your smile or heard the nervousness in your voice. But the way he didn’t hesitate—that seemed to be the thing that had your heart racing. He was absolutely a-light.
He peered over his shoulder at you as he guided you through the labyrinth. “I’m Hongjoong, by the way.”
“I’m Yn. And thank you, Hongjoong. I’m helpless when it comes to this stuff,” you said, laughing awkwardly. Helpless was the understatement of the century.
He waited until you replied before breaking eye contact with you and turning back to the front. “Nice to meet you, Yn. And don’t worry about it; you’ve accidentally met the right person!”
You didn’t know it yet, but by the way your heart skipped a beat and a smile teased the corners of your lips with a semblance of hope—well, maybe you did know. In this moment, you knew you had met the right person.
— ✶
Two hours and eighteen minutes and three shops later, your hands gripped two paper bags each, all filled with clothing and accessories. Hongjoong himself carried just as many bags, perhaps one or two for himself, but all the rest were yours that he had offered to carry for you. He had dragged you into each store, carting you around the clothing labyrinths, piling articles and garments into both yours and his arms. He had been a kid in a candy shop—clapping his hands when you emerged in a piece he liked, or narrowing his eyes, tongue stuck out, as he fixed something wrong with the outfit he had put together on the spot.
You were convinced he had magical powers, and as always, your curiosity and thirst for research had you dragging him to the mall’s bistro for a cup of coffee. And maybe a sandwich or two.
Kim Hongjoong sat across from you, cheek resting against his fist while his other hand idly stirred the latte in a pretty, white porcelain saucer in front of him. He didn’t seem interested in the coffee, really. You could sense his gaze, at this point, from all the time you had spent together today. You could probably pick him out of a lecture hall if you stood at the podium.
“I like your headphones,” you blurted out suddenly while gesturing to the accessory hanging around his neck. “I didn’t say it earlier, but they’re really cool.”
Hongjoong unconsciously touched one of the ear pieces, chuckling. “Ah, thank you! I’ve had them since I was a kid and kinda just… revamped them.”
“You had those massive headphones when you were a kid?”
“Yeah,” he shrugged. “Dad thought I’d just grow into them. They still work, so I’m not exactly complaining.”
You nodded and brushed your hands from the crumbs of your finished sandwich. “Do you revamp a lot of things?”
Hongjoong hummed and bobbed his head. “Yup. It’s, uhm, kinda my thing,” he laughed and clutched the back of his neck. You’d learned he did that when he got shy. And that was often. “I take the things no one wants and make them feel loved again.”
“One man’s trash is another man’s treasure,” you mused. There was something about the way he had worded what he said that made your heart flutter. When you had asked him, spontaneously, for his help today, you had unintentionally opened the floodgates of his passions. It was one of the best decisions you had made in awhile. “You’re an upcycler then?”
“Is that what we’re called? Then yes, that’s me!” He finally lifted the coffee cup to his lips, but held your eye contact. He exhaled contentedly after taking a sip. “It’s just really cool to take an old, ratty T-shirt like this—” he pinched the shirt on his torso and snapped it against himself, “—and giving it a second life.”
Your eyebrows shot up and you leaned forward to take a closer look at the graffiti-esque designs on the garment. “Wow. You did that yourself?”
He lifted one shoulder in a modest, half-hearted shrug. The corners of his eyes crinkled in delight. “Yeah. Made the necklace, too.”
“That’s amazing, Hongjoong. Really,” you said. Sure, you could write. But could you create in the way he could? In no way, shape or form. “Have you ever thought about going into fashion or design?”
“That’s actually my major and, like, my goal in life.” His gaze flickered from his coffee to you. “I’ve always wanted to design clothes and become one of those household names in fashion. Y'know, like New York Fashion Week kind of thing. It’s always been a dream of mine.”
You nodded. “No, that’s great. Like your own company?”
“Yep, getting some help from my friends to start it up,” he chuckled. “They’ve been cool about all this…” His voice trailed off, but he suddenly shot up, waving his hands in almost a sheepish manner. “But enough about me!”
Never enough of you. “Oh—”
“Let’s talk about you!”
“How about no?” You laughed, teeth pressed in an awkward smile. It wasn’t that you were embarrassed by your ambitions, really. Hearing Hongjoong talk about his upcycling and fashion dreams made yours seem so… mundane? Yes, yours were so very mundane in comparison.
Hongjoong frowned, bottom lip jutting out. “Oh, come on, Yn. It’s only fair,” he prompted. “At least let me drink this coffee.”
With that, you caved. You couldn’t help the smile that found its way to your face, and while you had your head ducked slightly, you hadn’t noticed Hongjoong’s smile that had crept onto his lips while he lifted the cup to his mouth once more. “I'm… a writer,” you confessed. “Well, that’s my ultimate goal, y'know. I’m majoring in writing and all that jazz, and—I don’t know.” You pursed your lips. “Sorry, I’m not really that interesting.”
Hongjoong set the cup down. “That’s fucking nonsense—excuse my French.”
A giggle fell from your lips and his eyes shot to you, fondness softening his smile lines.
“How long have you been writing?”
You hummed. “Since I was a kid,” you replied. “I once found some of my writing assignments from primary school and I guess I always had an active imagination.” Those works were cute… to an extent. You had definitely cringed at not only your atrocious handwriting, but the pieces where you had included your current crush at the time of creation. Not your finest moments, but Hongjoong didn’t need to know those details.
Hongjoong’s hand flicked at the space between them. “Ah, so we’re both fulfilling our childhood dreams. You must read a lot then, Yn-ah.”
“I do, yeah. There’s something about reading that brings you a sort of satisfaction that real life doesn’t.” You could recall the days when your parents, who had always been fond of reading, had once tried to make you read a few classics when you were young. You had hated it then, but now, all you did was read. It was a miracle you hadn’t tucked a paperback into your purse today.
And while you rambled on and on about why reading was so important to you now, Hongjoong committed his full, undivided attention to you. There was something about how your eyes had grown wide, how your voice had become a little livelier, that made you glow. You gestured wildly with your hands as you spoke about the nuances of a certain work you were reading for your literature seminar. You couldn’t believe how elegantly this author could write about these monstrosities, and he couldn’t either.
He was all smiles, all nods, all eyes on you. Because there was just—it was unexplainable.
“You should meet my friends and get them to read like you do,” he half-joked to you at one point. His friends did not like to read; they’d much rather glue their eyeballs to their computer screens than ever make contact with a book.
He adored the way you seemed to perk up more. “Oh, of course! My friend San loves to read, too. And I think all of my friends would just love your style advice and pieces.” You quickly added, “Sorry, as long as you’re comfortable, of course!”
Hongjoong couldn’t have been more comfortable. “I’d love to meet your friends, Yn.”
Relief filled your eyes, loosened your shoulders. You picked up your own cup of half-drank coffee and he clinked his cup against it. “To new friendships then.”
He dipped his head to you, a twinkle in his beautiful eyes. “To new friendships.”
— part two: everything i’ve ever wanted, everything i need
It had taken about five seconds of crossing the threshold into your apartment that you knew something was different. Perhaps it was the curtains of your windows drawn closed, or the smell of burnt eggs. Or perhaps it was the fact that there were eight men scattered about your apartment, doing god knows what.
It had been a good six months since you had met Kim Hongjoong and his friends, and they had positively invaded your apartment once again. Your friends had always known the password to the apartment, but you had also given Hongjoong the code. He had then begun to come over more often than your other friends (Wooyoung and San had been way more choked up and butthurt about your new friends “stealing” you; Yeosang and Jongho couldn’t give two shits, which was practically par for the course). In the little nook where your desk sat by the far window, Hongjoong had even brought himself a mannequin to work on while you wrote. Sometimes you would come home from your classes or internship to find him at the window with your back to you, a measuring tape draped around his neck, as he worked on his newest project.
“Hi Yn!” The apartment chorused all at once as the front door shut behind you. You noted that one of the windows had been opened, and Yunho stood by it to fan the smell of the burnt food out. Seonghwa was stationed in the kitchen, most likely attempting to rescue dinner, a pot of ramen boiling away on the stove as he dug fresh eggs out of the fridge. Wooyoung had perched himself on the kitchen counter, “watching the ramen”. Everyone else was in the living room portion, where San and Yeosang were duking it out in Smash Bros (their game, not yours) on the TV screen.
It was no uncommon sight ever since your groups came together. Rather, it was quite welcomed.
You stepped over legs and answered hooted greetings from the boys, until you reached the corner of the couch where Hongjoong lounged. His dark hair hung relaxed over his forehead, and he wore a light colored hoodie that swallowed him up. “Hey.”
He lifted his eyes from his phone and sent you a smile, raising his arm for you to slip under. “Hi baby doll,” he murmured, lips ghosting over the side of your head.
Jongho made a guttural noise of disgust, but his eyes were still glued to the television screen. “Ew, get a room!”
“Aw, I think they’re cute,” Mingi said with a pout, nudging Jongho.
You chuckled, settling yourself against Hongjoong’s body to get comfortable. With a glance at the screen, you determined that Yeosang was winning. “How long have you guys been here?” You raised your voice so those in the kitchen could hear you over the TV and over the four boys sucked into the video game.
“About twenty minutes,” Seonghwa called back while he cracked the eggs into a new pot.
Wooyoung smirked. “But hyung’s been here longer—Hongjoong hyungie.”
You didn’t have to look to know that Hongjoong was glaring daggers at Wooyoung by the way the latter giggled nervously and began ducking his head to avoid his eyes. Hongjoong made a gruff noise from the back of his throat, one you recognized as exasperation. “Yah,” he scolded, “I wasn’t here that much longer.”
“You said you were here since four thirty,” San said suddenly without taking his eyes off the TV. A ghost of a smile played on his lips.
“You’ve been here an hour?” You teased, chuckling to yourself.
Hongjoong pouted, hiding his face in your neck and hair. “Yn-ie.”
Yunho glanced out the window where he stood, then sent a fond smile yours and Hongjoong’s way. “He practically lives here, Yn-ah. Me and Seonghwa hardly ever see him at the apartment anymore.”
Hongjoong began to protest, “That’s not true—”
Seonghwa rolled his eyes; scoffed. “Oh, cut the crap, Joong. Just move in with her already. You’re practically married.”
Everyone burst into either laughter or murmurs of agreement. Well, all except for you and Hongjoong. You shifted in his hold so you could see his face. As he was blushing a blatant cherry red, so too did your neck and face feel hot. And you had a feeling it was not from whatever Seonghwa was attempting to cook.
Hongjoong’s fingers danced along the nape of your neck, the dark irises of his eyes darting to and fro as he searched your expression for a sign—anything. But it had been six months, and you couldn’t deny the rapidity of your heart beat at the thought of waking up next to him .
“What do you say?” You asked him softly, volume low enough that only he could hear you. “Wanna be my roommate?”
A smile bloomed upon his mouth. “There’s nothing I’d love more, doll.”
— ✶
Moving in wasn’t so difficult to do, especially when Hongjoong was practically half-moved already. He had a section of the dresser in your bedroom already filled with his backup clothes for nights he slept over; one side of the bathroom counter had his toiletries and skincare and makeup; and of course, there was the makeshift workspace right next to yours. That left only the rest of Hongjoong’s extensive closet and shoes, his favorite blankets and gear and tech, and his second mannequin and tubs of materials. All of these, you would find a home for. Oddly enough, you kept your workspace a little messy (as your brain was), but you were able to keep the rest of your apartment tidy.
You had been walking into the apartment with another one of his boxes of clothes when you noticed the little chain that had fallen onto the floor. It wasn’t one that you had seen him wear before, and trust that you had seen quite a few of them by now. It was similar to the silver chain link choker you often saw him wear, but this one had a small cabochon in the shape of a key hanging from the center.
You were able to kneel down and sweep it off the ground. “Joong!” You called into the apartment, venturing deeper into the bedroom, where Hongjoong had gone to start organizing some of his things into drawers and the closet space.
“In here!” He replied from the closet. He poked his head out. “What’s up, doll?”
“I think you dropped this,” you chuckled, showing him the chain dangling from your fingers. “Probably fell out of a jewelry box or some—”
“Oh shit, you weren’t supposed to see that yet,” he swore. Hongjoong winced, hissing to himself, as he hustled over to you and took the chain. He raked a hand through his raven dark locks; why was he so stressed about this? There was that pout again. “It was supposed to be a surprise, like—like an apartment warming gift and a thank you for letting me move in with you.”
He slumped, sulking, and you imagined he was beating himself to a pulp on the inside.
“Oh, honey,” you murmured with a small smile. You set the box down on the ground and gathered him into your arms. He brought his arms up to wrap around your waist, chin settled on your shoulder. “You’re so sweet, but you didn’t have to get me anything. I think it was only a matter of time before we moved in together anyway.”
“It was gonna be a cute reveal, too,” he sulked some more, playing with the chain behind your back. “See?” He moved back slightly and withdrew his own chain link choker from beneath his shirt collar. Instead of a key, however, a silver lock hung from the center. “Because you’ve unlocked the key to my heart—something sappy like that.”
Your cheeks warmed. “Surprise or not, it’s beautiful. I love it a lot, Joong.”
Hongjoong brightened. “I’m glad.” He made a swirling motion with his fingers. “Alright, now turn around for me, babe. Let’s put this on, shall we?”
You turned your back to him and let him link the choker around your neck. The chain rested just above your collarbones, comfortably. There was a bit of weight to it, but it was a welcomed presence that didn’t really bother you much. You fiddled with the key charm, trying your hardest not to smile too big.
When you turned around to show him with a little “ta-da”, Hongjoong’s eyes flickered to your collar. He grinned, tongue darting out to lick his lips. He stepped closer, leaning forward to press a kiss to your cheek. “You’re stunning. Dear fucking god, you’re perfect.”
“Hongjoong, you can’t just say something like that!” You stammered helplessly. Oh Lord, you were a mess he was making you an utter mess with his words. That was supposed to be you, wasn’t it?
He cupped your cheek in his hand, lips parted in awe. “I need to kiss you. Let me kiss you.”
“Kiss me then,” you told him.
One arm wrapped around your waist and the other tilting your chin up toward him, he pressed his lips against yours, the seal on an old chapter and the beginning of a new one. Because there was no one else either of you would want to be with—could imagine yourselves with—for the rest of your lives.
— part three: the world is yours; i’ll hold it down at home
It had taken about five seconds of you crossing the threshold of the bathroom and into the bedroom for you to feel the weight of Hongjoong’s stare. There were different types of looks, you’d come to realize over time: the awe, the analyst, and so on. His narrowed eyes and tilted head signified his critic’s view. Oftentimes, Hongjoong liked to use you as his live mannequin rather than the canvas ones he had.
He had argued that “you make everything look ten times better”. Or something along those lines. But you knew he liked playing dress up with you (not that you complained).
The piece you were currently modeling for him was an evening gown made of dark gossamer, satin, and tulle. It was rather different from the silk slips you usually thought to wear; this was more like a Gothic wedding dress, almost. Hongjoong had said it was for a class project.
“What do we think?” You asked him, arms held out as you twirled for him—slowly.
Hongjoong bit the tip of his thumb. “There’s something wrong with the bodice,” he said. He stood from the bed, twirling his finger in the air. “Turn to the front again please.”
You did as he asked, chin ducked to take a peek at the bodice again. In your very humble opinion, you thought the chest was brilliant. The fabric was matte and layered with a black lace, its collar cleaved open just enough to leave something for the imagination. The sleeves attached were slightly puffed like flower petals. As was everything Hongjoong created, it was beautiful, brilliant—
“I have these black crystal beads we could try threading,” he muttered, chin propped on his fist as he swung from side to side in thought.
“We?” You mused. “But I think I know what you’re talking about. Just in moderation though, right?”
He smiled at you from over his clear glasses frames. “Of course, doll. You already shine like the sun, so we don’t wanna blind anyone.”
There went your heart again. “Hongjoong.”
“I love you,” he sang in reply. He whirled on the heel of his slippers and hurried out of the bedroom. You shuffled after him in the large skirts. You heard him rummaging through his work station drawers until he fished out a small container of black acrylic beads.
With a speed you were still in awe at (even after watching him do it thousands of times), Hongjoong whipped out a spool of black thread, then threaded and knotted a needle. You swore you only blinked and he was walking toward you with a threaded string of the black beads.
He glanced at your face, stark with awe and fondness, and you couldn’t believe how cute he looked with his safety pin earrings and dorky glasses. “What?” You spotted the brush of scarlet on his cheekbones while he got to work, attaching the string of beads to the front of the dress.
You chuckled. “You’re just… incredible. Why do you like me again?”
“You know why I love you.”
“Ah, but you better still love me when you’re rich and famous and sending models out down runways in Milan.”
He pouted, head ducking to try and hide his burning cheeks. Try. “Yn-ie,” he whined. “And you say I’m the flirt.”
“You are!”
“Ai,” he scolded lightly. You knew he couldn’t deny it—not completely, at least. “If I’m in Milan though, you know you’ll be there with me, right? You’d be my bright, shining star. The feature model—”
You shook your head. “You know I wouldn’t like that.”
“Okay, yeah.”
He stood up straight now, impaling the needle onto the pin cushion attached to his wrist. He considered the added beads draped like a little upward crescent… and nodded. Hongjoong stepped closer into the circumference of your poofy skirts, hands settling on your waist. His hands rubbed your sides as a sigh fell from his lips—your hands went to his shoulders. “You’d be by my side then? You’d be there when I’m panicking and screaming at people?”
“In sickness and in health,” you joked. “I’ll be your tangible conscience.”
Hongjoong bit his lip through a smile. “The only competent mind and body in that backstage area.”
“Not the only one.”
Before anything else could be said, your phone chirped loudly from inside the bedroom, audibly announcing the time. You realized that the sun had just begun to set through the window of your apartment. The two of you had spent nearly the entire day with Hongjoong’s dress project.
You removed your hands from his shoulders and hiked up the skirt fabric. “Alright, time to go! Yunho’s gonna kill us if we’re late again,” you said as you waddled back into the bedroom. Every week, yours and Hongjoong’s friends got together to have dinner together, whether that be at someone’s apartment or at a nearby restaurant. Tonight, it was at a restaurant again, but it was one that required all members of a party to be present to then be seated. You and Hongjoong had accidentally held them up once. It wasn’t like either of you to be tardy, but shit happened.
As predicted, Yunho hadn’t been pleased. (Hangry, tall man.)
Hongjoong trudged after you with an over exaggerated frown. “Oh, come on. It was one time!”
“And he’ll never let us live it down!” You exclaimed with a vague hand gesture. “Now come unzip me.”
“Dangerous words,” he whistled. You threw a glare at him from over your shoulder and he raised his hands in surrender. “Sorry!”
— ✶
For the most part, you were pretty good at meeting a deadline. For the most part. But for some reason, when it came to writing longer pieces, you were the absolute worst at meeting the deadline given to you. You could get copy edits back to your supervisor in half the time given to you, you could draft up possible theses and essay content paragraphs in an hour or less… but writing short stories? A collection of poetry? Your brain liked writer’s block.
It was a bit odd, since you were always able to write recreationally, but if it was for coursework, you literally could not function. (Not until the last minute, at least.)
The apartment was quiet except for the dull, calming sound of brown noise buzzing right next to you from your phone. The light from the kitchen had been left on, as well as the lamp on the desk beside your laptop, but the remainder of the space was left dim or dark. The clock in the bottom corner of your screen displayed something along the lines of 3:52am, but your fingers had been flying over the keyboard for the past three hours straight, and you were going to make this deadline.
The door to the bedroom creaked open, a yawning breath of air.
You barely registered the sound, but could feel Hongjoong’s presence as he slumped over to you and draped his upper body over the back of your chair. “Can’t sleep?” You murmured to him softly as your pointer finger stalled on the page by repeatedly tapping the “j” key until you decided on the appropriate word to continue your sentence.
He hummed into your hair. “Mm. Missed you.”
“I’m almost done,” you promised. A few more paragraphs of this description, and you would call it a night. Lord knew you needed a bit of sleep.
“Come to bed please,” he whispered. You could feel his breath tickle the hairs on your head; could feel his breathing already begin to even out.
“Go back to bed, Joongbug.” You reached up and gently scratched his head. “I’ll be there in five minutes, okay?”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
And in five minutes, you had closed the lid of your laptop, shut the lights off, and climbed into the warm covers on the bed. Hongjoong’s arms found you almost immediately, his limbs wrapping around your body to be cradled in his embrace. You shut your eyes with a tired sigh, nose snuggling into his chest.
— ✶
“Got you your favorite, doll.” The hot paper cup was pushed carefully across the table as you settled into your chair opposite to Hongjoong. He sipped his own little cup of well-espresso’d coffee. He wore his dark hair swept back as usual today, but had chosen a nutmeg colored trench coat and cream sweater to beat the winter weather beginning to blow through the city. There was a sparkle in his eyes this afternoon; you had a feeling you were about to hear good news.
You shivered as you cupped your hands around the drink, gingerly blowing cool air through the mouth of the lid. “Thank you. How was your day, love?”
As you brought the lid to your lips, he lowered his cup to reveal the full-blown grin on his face. “You know that designer I’ve been contacting about an internship?”
You nodded. He had been antsy about the whole thing for a couple of weeks now, always coming to you with drafts of his emails and correspondence, asking if what he said was too informal or if there was a better way to say “Oh, cool. Thanks.” (There was, but then again, it didn’t sound like Hongjoong.) “Mhm. Of course.”
“Well,” he giggled. “He offered me an apprenticeship! Like a full on, actually paid internship thing where I shadow him and work beside him and get to turn my fashion dreams into realities I didn’t even know existed!” He gushed with a small squeal, palms pressed together like a prayer.
You beamed at him, practically leaping across the table to wrap your arms around him and press a kiss to his mouth. “Congratulations, Joong! Oh my god—this… this is incredible. You’re incredible.”
When you’d both settled down a little, you stared at him with what you knew to be hearts in your eyes, cheek lying in your cupped hand. “I’m so proud of you.”
He reached for your hand over the table. “Thank you, Yn. I couldn’t have done it without you though.”
“You could’ve gotten here without me!” You insisted. “Don’t sell yourself short.” Because if you knew Hongjoong…
Hongjoong couldn’t stop smiling. “I just… I have you to thank for being my support system and my partner and my—my inspiration. I’m just… the luckiest man on this fucking planet.” And he lifted your hand to his lips in a kiss to your knuckles, eyes never leaving yours, the twinkle in his irises never fading.
“I love you,” you told him with an equally radiant expression. You were beaming, glowing—he got the position. He was going to do big things one day. “And I’ll be here as long as you’ll have me.”
You set your other hand palm up on the table, a silent question. Without hesitation, Hongjoong placed his hand over yours. Fingers intertwined, two pairs of hands held firmly and warmly.
You captured his gaze in yours, held it. “I’ll stand with you, stand by you… in all your endeavors, Hongjoong, now and forever.” As long as you’ll have me.
Silver pooled in his eyes, that smile wavering as his lip quivered. He scrambled for the perfect words to say back to you, to reassure you that he felt the exact same about you. All of his elegance had drained away and left only a mess of his emotions. “And I’ll be there for you every step of the way, too, Yn.” As long as you’ll have me.
— ✶
For the past several nights, you had been working late into the night on a major assignment of yours. It wasn’t for school, but rather, for your work this time. Your boss had recently offered you an opportunity to become fully employed at the publishing company, not as a regular editor, but to work directly under the Chief Editor. It was an opportunity you simply couldn’t pass up, but you had lately been so persistent on perfection that you often forgot to go to sleep.
Hongjoong would usually stay up with you because you were both workaholics, but his new internship packed on top of his course work had him drained from the moment he finished his dinner at ten o'clock. You would find him passed out on the bed, deep into sleep, after emerging from the shower.
Your place at the desk had grown old and uncomfortable, and so your new work space in the meantime was the couch and coffee table.
It felt like déjà vu when the bedroom door parted open and your sleepy lover shuffled out. He settled beside you on the couch and rested his head against your shoulder, mindlessly watching you type away and letting sleep tickle the corner of his eyes. You knew he would fall asleep there and you knew you would lose all feeling in your left arm, but you had learned how to type with one hand now.
Hongjoong inhaled the comforting scent of your shampoo, the smell lulling him to sleep like a babe in a crib. He wondered if you ever minded him staring at your screen, watching you string words together out of thin air like a magician. You could finagle a manuscript just as well as he could sew a hem. Probably better. He still drew blood sometimes.
But if you didn’t want him reading it, he wouldn’t be here. If you didn’t trust him, he wouldn’t be here.
Like all artists, the words you spilled onto paper held a piece of you. You bore your soul to him in moments like these, open and vulnerable. It was similar to whenever you let him dress you up, to tailor his pieces while on you, to ask your opinion. He trusted you to not take his heart and crush it into nothing.
Groggy, but not completely out of it, Hongjoong mumbled, “Can you work with me here like this?” Just to make sure.
Your reply surprised him. “It’s the only way I can work,” you said. It was unconscious, like instinct, like you didn’t even have to think about it—the words had been waiting on the tip of your tongue, ready to leap into his ears and make his heart quicken.
It gave a warm shock of electricity from his chest and down his spine and to his toes. It felt… good. It felt so, so good.
He smiled against your shoulder even with his cheek smooshed against it. He closed his eyes, arms wrapping loosely around yours. The pale light and dull clicking rocked him to sleep.
— part four: i’m here to stay, i’ll find a way, i know it hurts
It had taken less than five seconds of entering the bedroom that your nostrils burned with the smell of bleach. There was a heavy techno track thumping in the background originating from the speaker set on Hongjoong’s workstation out in the living space. Hongjoong himself was situated in the bathroom, the white light from the LED bulbs over the mirror illuminating the strands of his hair that had been smothered in a periwinkle mixture, the hair beneath already lightening to platinum blond.
Hongjoong caught your wide doe eyes in the mirror, tongue caught between his grinning teeth. “Hi, doll. What’d'ya think?”
You had left your book bag out by your desk and you now stepped back out into the bedroom to peel your jacket off and roll up the sleeves of your shirt. “What do I think?” You echoed. When you returned to the bathroom, you crouched down to tug out a pair of latex gloves from one of the drawers beneath the sink. “I think you need help with the back.”
“That’s my girl,” he mused.
You snapped on the gloves, leaning over to him. He turned his face—met your lips with his. You dipped your fingers into the little bleach concoction in the black plastic bowl on the counter and began carefully rubbing it into the dark bits at the back of his head. “You got a haircut today,” you said offhandedly, noting his shaved sides.
“Are you not gonna ask what sparked this sudden hair change?” He chuckled. “Are you not at all curious?”
“Are you not worried about me not liking it?” You raised your eyebrows at him in the mirror, a teasing smile on your lips.
He loosed a flippant sound from the back of his throat. “I wasn’t that worried about you not liking it.” He lost his gloves, tossing them in the trash, observing your movements in the mirror while you finished off the bleach job.
You threaded your fingers through the locks of hair at the top of his head, combing them back. “Not that you asked, but I think it looks very handsome.”
A smile curled at the corners of his lips, and you could never miss that brush of red on his cheekbones. “I’ll always ask what you think.” He sighed, tapping his phone screen to start a timer, “Woo Hyuckjae said he thought a hair change would suit me. Something like blond.”
When your gloves were disposed of, Hongjoong slung an arm around your shoulders and the both of you made your way out of the bathroom and into the main living space. “Is that right? I mean… as long as you wanted to change your hair, y'know?”
Woo Hyuckjae was the man Hongjoong had been interning and apprenticing under for the past month. Your partner looked up to Mr. Woo as if he was a star in the sky, and he believed that if he could prove himself to Woo Hyuckjae, he’d get to his goal in no time. You’d met Mr. Woo once when Hongjoong had asked if you could come to dinner with him and meet his boss.
Suffice to say, you were glad that Hyuckjae wasn’t your boss. (God, you had never faked a smile or a laugh so hard in your life. There was something in the way Woo Hyuckjae’s eyes had looked at you that made your skin crawl. He was a fashion genius… but if you only met and saw him once more in your life, that would be one time too many.)
You snuck a glance at Hongjoong, your hand reaching up to your collar where the chain link choker rested. Your fingers fiddled with the pendant. “As long as you did it out of your own accord, Joong,” you emphasized.
“Of course.”
“Okay,” you bobbed your head in acknowledgement. That was all you wished for. As long as it was Hongjoong’s decision, then you would stand by it. Plus, you had a feeling he’d look damn good as a blond.
— ✶
“This one.” Hongjoong’s low murmur blessed your ears as he came up behind you and rested a heavy, warm coat over your shoulders. It was a slightly oversized shacket made mainly of a muted taupe, striped with a plaid pattern of other shades of brown. He adjusted the collar of your white turtleneck so the collar could rest above the shirt fabric.
“Thanks,” you said back. You stuffed your hands into the pockets of your jacket, rocking on your heels. The two of you stood side by side in the frame of the full body mirror as finishing touches were applied to your outfits for this week’s outing with the friend group. Tonight, it was supposedly a rooftop bar a little ways from the university, so you and Hongjoong thought it best to dress warm.
Well, you thought it best to dress warm. Joong was simply trying to make sure you both looked good while doing so.
He had fitted a black beanie over his tuft of blond hair; you thought it matched with the leather jacket and dark pants. His silver collar gleamed like diamonds in the low light of the bedroom against his dark blue sweater. He met your eyes in the mirror. “Sorry, give me a couple minutes, doll. Gotta find something before we leave.”
“Sure, take your time, love.” In the meantime, you busied yourself with gathering things to throw into your purse for your night out. You stared at the new miniature first aid kit sitting on the kitchen counter, then tucked it into your bag. You’d learned that you could never be too careful when it came to yours and Hongjoong’s friends.
Once you’d deemed yourself prepared, you considered the rack of shoes by the door. Out of the time since you had met Hongjoong, you could say that your sense for fashion had improved… to an extent. As you stared at your options, you opted for a pair of neutral toned sneakers (a pair of chunky ones Hongjoong had encouraged you to purchase during a store’s massive online sale). You figured these would be fashionable enough, but comfortable. It wasn’t like you were going into the office anyway—
“Babe, have you seen my sketchbook?”
Your head perked up. “Isn’t it on your desk?”
“The new one, not the old one,” he clarified. Hongjoong poked his head out of the bedroom, and there was a frown on his face. “I wanted to show Hwa some of my new designs tonight, but I can’t find that damn thing anywhere.” He exhaled sharply, shaking his head as he came out of the bedroom and made his way toward you.
“Maybe you left it at the office,” you suggested, nudging his favorite pair of black boots toward him with your foot.
He hummed. “Yeah. You’re probably right.” He knelt down and began lacing up his shoe, to which you bent down with him to help him with the other one.
When you’d finished your little bow, you tapped the toe of his boot. “So you don’t fall for someone else.”
Hongjoong exploded into giggles and playfully hit your shoulder. “God, I love you. You’re stupid if you think I could ever fall for someone else, but I love you.”
“We share one brain cell now,” you mused as the two of you made your way out of the apartment, “so it’s not like you can get rid of me.”
“We share one?”
“Yeah, and I clearly have it today.”
His eyebrows flew up. “Oh, is that so?”
You saw the gleam in the dim light of the hallway, and your instincts had you backing up from him. Your heartbeat skipped. “Hongjoong, I can’t run in these shoes…” (As ironic as that was; you hated how heavy these clunky things were.)
“It’s a good thing I can run in these—yah! Get back here, Yn!”
Yours and Hongjoong’s laughter echoed loudly in the corridor as he chased you down the stairwell, out into the street, until you were caught in his arms. You squealed when you felt his toned arms cage you against him, wrestling you to a stop on the sidewalk.
The night was young, and though faint, stars glimmered like crystal beads sewn into the ebony silk of the sky. The cold nipped at your nose and your cheeks, but walking in Hongjoong’s embrace, his heat radiating from him, kept you warm.
Your phone’s ringtone sliced through the night air, and you tugged your phone out of your pocket. “Hello?”
Your coworker Minju’s voice raced at a million words a minute as she panicked into your ear, yet for some reason, you could comprehend every word of it. You’d stopped short in the middle of the sidewalk now, and Hongjoong had stopped with you, watching and waiting for news. His brow furrowed at the exasperation and the disbelief stark on your face. Your hand had even come up to fidget with that key charm.
“Okay,” you finally said, coming to a decision. You glanced at Joong, and he mouthed a question to you. Everything okay? You shook your head, lips pursed. “Okay, Minju, I’ll meet you at your place. I was on my way somewhere so I don’t have my laptop, but—yeah, thank you… okay, I’ll see you in fifteen. Bye, hon.”
You sighed as you ended the call. “So…”
Hongjoong looked at you expectantly. “Work emergency?”
With a wince, you nodded. “I’m sorry, Joong, but the CE literally just sprung this on us and we’re both kinda fucked if we don’t finish this tonight.”
“Don’t worry about it; really, doll.” Hongjoong held you by your arms, eyes and words sincere. “Plus, you’re only missing one gathering. There’ll be plenty after this.”
Your shoulders slumped. “Thank you,” you said. For understanding. For reassuring me. “You’ll have to apologize to the others for me.”
His chuckle rang warm down your spine and made a smile split your face. Hongjoong wrapped an arm around your shoulder, hand rubbing your arm as you both walked toward the nearby metro station. “Now that is something you’ll have to owe me for. D'you know how much of a fit Mingi’s gonna throw when he finds out you’re not gonna make it?”
You laughed, head resting against his shoulder. “I’ll figure out a way to pay you back.”
“I have some ideas,” Hongjoong sang with that familiar twinkle in his eyes.
You rolled your eyes, but you knew you’d hear him out later. For now, you focused on the task you had ahead of you, rather than a blissful night with friends. If only you’d known that tonight wouldn’t be so spectacular for either of you.
— part five: everything i’ve ever wanted, everything i need
It had taken about five seconds of you clambering into the darkness of your apartment—keys clinking against the key bowl, shoes thunking against the floor, sigh falling from your lips—for you to realize something was wrong. More wrong than the report you and Minju had bullshitted tonight that could cost both of you your jobs. More wrong than the headache pulsing in your temples like a construction site.
Your eyes flickered to the pair of black boots dumped onto the shoe rack as you tore your clunky shoes off. You could have sworn you heard something… “Joong?” You called out into the dark.
There was no answer, but you definitely weren’t dreaming when you heard the sniffling and the labored breathing.
Your heart leapt into your throat, mind running haywire as you practically dove into the bedroom, narrowly missing the doorjamb with your shoulder.
You found Hongjoong in the corner of the room, knees hugged tightly to his chest, tear tracks glistening down his face. He rocked himself back and forth, not in a calm, soothing manner, but rather, something equivalent to a knee bouncing up and down. His eyes were wide and red, staring at nothing at all. He sounded like he was choking on oxygen, like—like—
You fell to your knees before him. “Joong—Hongjoong—”
He shook his head. He opened his mouth, a sob tearing through his body so harshly that you thought he might break. “He—he—he,” he croaked, trying to find his voice, but ultimately struggling to breathe again. “I can’t breathe—”
“Hongjoong,” you said once more and moved your body so you were in his direct line of sight. You raised your hands, palms to him. “I need you to count to ten with me. Is that okay?”
His bottom lip quivered, but he nodded.
“One… two…” And the two of you made it all the way to ten together. His breathing had steadied only slightly, and it broke your heart to see him in such a state.
Before you could ask, Hongjoong rasped, “He stole them. He stole them all, Yn. He stole all—he stole all my work.”
Your heart fell into your stomach.
You didn’t want to ask for clarification, but “What?” slipped out of your mouth before you could stop yourself.
Hoongjoong stared at nothing again. “He stole my sketchbook. He stole my designs. He posted them as his own. I'm—I can’t do jack shit about it.” And he was choking again, dry gagging on the mere thought of never seeing his dreams realized, of seeing them crumpled up in the fist of a man he used to idolize.
Disgust had bile climbing up your throat and you swallowed harshly. Tears prickled at your vision, and you swiped at your eyes. “Oh fuck, I'm—” God, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I can’t do anything but be here for you. “What can I do to help you? What do you need, love?”
“I can’t breathe,” he sobbed, body quaking, trembling, falling to pieces. “Help me,” he begged, “hold me. Please.”
You settled yourself against the wall next to him and opened your arms, without question, without hesitating, without wasting a second. He collapsed against your body and drenched your clothes in his grief. You held him close and tight, wishing it would be enough to make everything better. Even if you knew it wasn’t.
— part six: i’ll go through hell to make it work
It had taken you about five seconds of walking into Park Seonghwa and Jeong Yunho’s apartment to know that shit was going down. Seonghwa greeted you at the door with a quiet, sad smile. He let you in and led you to the kitchen where he would explain to you what was happening in the living room.
You could even hear them: Yunho and San were helping Hongjoong wage war.
“How are you, Yn-ie?” Seonghwa asked lowly, leaning back against the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee in his hands, facing you.
That was the question of the hour, wasn’t it? It had been about two or so weeks since Hongjoong had quit his internship after he discovered his boss and ex-idol stole the designs straight out of his sketchbook with no credit given. Woo Hyuckjae was just as slimy and sleazy as he seemed—part of you wished you had spoken your mind about him sooner. Could all of this have been prevented? All of the sleepless nights, the crying, the panic attacks? Could Hongjoong’s heartbreak have been prevented had you just told him you didn’t feel comfortable about his former boss?
It ate you up inside, twisted your guts, squeezed your heart in this vice-like grip. Was this partly your fault?
But even as you expressed these concerns to Seonghwa, he always gave you the same answer: that no, it wasn’t your fault. Not in the slightest. Because no one but Woo Hyuckjae was to blame for this.
“I could be better,” you answered with a half-hearted shrug. “Joong’s just been… I guess it’s better that he’s speaking now.”
And for the first week, he hadn’t spoken at all. He’d stayed in bed almost all day, every day. You’d try to coax him to get up and watch a movie with you in the living room, but would ultimately take your laptop to bed with you so he could hold your hand while he slept and you worked.
It absolutely swallowed you whole to see him like this.
“He’s in his anger stage,” Seonghwa said as if that explained it. “Like the stages of grief, kind of thing. He’s meticulous when he’s ticked off. Very rarely does he blow up at people.”
You could attest to that. You rarely saw Hongjoong pissed—annoyed, maybe—but never pissed. The last time you’d seen him remotely mad or ticked off was when this retail worker kept ignoring you when you were asking about a fitting room. He hadn’t blown up, but had been like a quiet storm—deadly calm, and terribly patient. He was like a tiger, crouched in the tall, leafy grass, stalking an unsuspecting antelope. He would only pounce when the time was right; he was dangerous, in that way, when he was mad.
You swallowed, then scratched the side of your neck. “Did they find a loophole yet?” You asked, hope squeezing through the cracks of your voice. It had been a rough few weeks.
Seonghwa shook his head. “When they do find one, they’ll exploit it as thoroughly as possible.”
Yunho and San were both English majors, both of whom also hoped to continue their education in law school. Yunho had offered to help Hongjoong in the way he best could—through his connections at the law firm he was currently interning at. San didn’t have an internship at a law firm, but he had sharp eyes and an even sharper mind. It would be good for finding a loophole in the contract Joong had signed with his former employer. They had been at it for almost a week, about the same amount of time it had been since Hongjoong emerged from his slump one day.
And you? Well, that last minute report had reverberated up the chain, and you and Minju were struggling to keep your footing and position in the company as possible head editors. One mistake of miscommunication, that hadn’t even been either of your faults in the first place, had rocked your chances at a career so hard that you were still reeling from it two weeks later. You were still in the running, but you liked to think it was only by a thread.
It had been a rough few weeks.
“Woosan just texted and let me know they’re grabbing pizza with the others,” you said with a vague gesture to the phone you just took out of your pocket. “Is it cool if they bring it here?”
Seonghwa nodded, yawning. “Yeah, of course.”
“I’ll probably just grab a slice and head out.”
His head perked up faster than the coffee could wake him up. “You’re gonna leave? Why don’t you stay—”
You shook your head, already itching to get back to the office. “I have a lot to make up.” My reputation, especially. “I’ll say hi to Joong and everyone and take a slice.”
“You’ve been working a lot too, Yn-ie.” Seonghwa’s voice was soft as he set his mug on the counter, folded his arms over his chest, and regarded you with a concerned frown. “As much as we’re worried about Hongjoong, we’ve been just as worried about you, too.”
And that sentiment in itself was enough to boost your spirits, if only for a moment of happiness. It was nice to know that they noticed. Your smile was small, but it was present through your eyes. “Thank you for worrying, but you don’t need to worry too much. I can take care of myself, Hwa.”
“You can lean on us, too. Even Hongjoong, no matter what state he’s in, he’s gonna be there for you.”
“I know,” you reassured him. You adjusted the bag on your shoulder, already turning to the doorway to the living area. “Thank you though, Seonghwa.”
Seonghwa’s smile was soft, his nod barely noticeable. But you were already making your presence known to the conspirators in the living room, and as you leaned down to press a kiss to your lover’s cheek, it was impossible to miss the loving twinkle in his eyes.
— ✶
Rain pelted your hooded head as you made a mad dash for the apartment complex from the taxi car. The sky had up and opened its dark gray skies and let hell rain down upon the earth. If it had been a more mild downpour, you could have stomached the walk from the metro stop to the complex, but with the showers… no, there was no way.
You flung yourself into the apartment lobby, hand swiping your hood off and wiping the rainwater from your eyes. You reached for the elevator button and jammed it with your thumb a few times before reaching for your phone. You wondered if Hongjoong was home yet—he was definitely home, right? It was a Thursday, and he didn’t have afternoon classes on Thursdays. He usually didn’t go out on days like these either—
The elevator doors slid open and you nearly crashed into Hongjoong himself. Both yours and his eyes widened in surprise, and a laugh fell from your lips.
“Hey, I was just about to text you,” you said as he stepped out of the elevator. You noted the coat he had on and an umbrella tucked under his arm. There was a noticeable dropping feeling in your stomach that you recognized as disappointment.
He cupped your cheek and pressed a kiss to your mouth. “I was just about to call you and say I won’t be home for dinner. Yunho wanted to go over something with me and his superior. I’m headed to the firm now.”
“Oh, okay. I’ll start dinner later then.” You hoped that would entice him to come back early. Another few days had passed, adding onto Hongjoong’s running plan to take back his designs, or at least, expose his former boss. He had become much livelier lately, and you had begun to see a lot more of his older self shone through. No longer was there incredible amounts of melancholy or anger. There were still moments, obviously; it would take him some time, and you were willing to wait as long as it took.
Hongjoong shook his head, lips pursed. He was already walking away. “Don’t wait up, doll! You’ve worked hard today, so don’t worry about me. I’ll be back for bedtime.”
You watched as he left the way you had come in. He’d thrown the hood over his frazzled blond hair and braced for the gust of wind and rain firing down upon him. When the door smacked closed behind him, you sighed and jammed the up button one more time. You supposed a bit of quiet would do you some good.
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It wasn’t the first night that Hongjoong didn’t even come home. Another week had gone by, and you believed you’d forgotten what Hongjoong sounded like at this point. You hadn’t seen him in what felt like days, but the reality was that you and him only caught glimpses of each other: run-ins of you coming into the apartment and him hurrying out, those few moments you were both at the apartment together, feeling his body warmth leave your side in the early mornings. He would leave in the opposite direction you went toward the metro, since the law firm and his new, makeshift office was in the more high society end of downtown.
You were hunched over your laptop at your desk when you heard the distinct clicking of the apartment lock. You glanced over your shoulder briefly as the door yawned open, then took a peek at the time—Jesus, it was already two in the morning. You dug the heel of your hand into your eye to rub the sleep away; there still so much to do, especially with that fourth year thesis deadline approaching and looming over your shoulder.
The shadow currently looming over your shoulder, however, stole a peek at your computer screen. “You’ve been at that same paragraph for hours now, haven’t you?” Came Yeosang’s soft murmur. It was no longer teasing like he would on previous occasions, but rather exasperated, tired, or worried even.
Yeah, writer’s block was an ass. And you felt like one, too, for Yeosang’s being awake so late because of you.
“Mhm,” you hummed with a deep exhale. You anxiously reached for the key charm at your clavicle. “You can crash on my bed. I probably won’t go to sleep for a while.”
“The point of me checking up on you is to get you to sleep now, y'know,” he said with a yawn. He leaned over the back of your chair and propped his chin on top of your head. You swallowed; a wave of déjà vu washed over you. Your chest ached and your throat closed in on itself—you missed him so much.
You brought both of your hands to your face now as if you could scrub away the negative things in your life, or maybe just the drowsiness. “What am I doing, Yeo? Like, seriously. What am I doing?”
He straightened and his warm hands came to your shoulders and squeezed reassuringly. “You’re working too hard, just like your boyfriend. One of you has to have self-control, Yn-ie. And I think you have a little more sense than hyung right now.”
He gave your shoulder another squeeze, and he walked away toward the bedroom. “Come on! If I have to wait, your pillow’s gonna be warm.”
“You sadist, Kang Yeosang,” you huffed after him. You looked at your computer screen again—the blinking cursor, the blank page remaining. You shut the lid of the screen and padded after Yeosang.
Yeosang idly scratched his chest as he stood next to your bed, watching as you collapsed into the sea of cool blankets and sheets. He didn’t bother climbing in, but rather, sat down next to you on your side and leaving Hongjoong’s side untouched (as it had been). He set his palm on your forehead, then gently patted your head. “Feel better?”
You nodded. Your eyelids were already falling like rain. “Yeah. Thanks, Yeo.”
He hummed, and the room was quiet for a moment. You thought he was waiting for you to fall asleep before leaving, but you heard him say, “Just call him, Yn. Call him and tell him you miss him.”
“He’s busy.”
“He’s never too busy for you,” he countered. “Surprise him with lunch or something then.” You didn’t say anything, and he sighed like he knew what you were thinking. “You’re stupid if you think you’re a bother, and he’s stupid if he thinks you are a bother. If.”
The bed lifted as he stood up to turn off the lights. “Call him, Yn. Good night.”
“Thank you,” you whispered, pulling the covers up to your chin and wishing the bed next to you was filled. “Good night.”
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The high part of downtown was a windy place like the streets were made for a live runway show. You had tied your hair back in an attorney to beat the breeze, but the rest of your jacket was flying behind you. You’d luckily opted for your backpack today rather than your tote, so your belongings were strapped to your back.
You were presently on the way to Hongjoong’s little studio. Hongjoong had given you the address awhile ago, but with all of the chaos recently, you hadn’t found the time to go see it. According to San though, it was still a mess of boxes and plastic—he also had little time to decorate—but there was apparently a kitchenette and bathroom. He could live there if he wanted to… as he practically did at this point.
You dug your phone out of your pocket when you heard the ringtone go off. “Yunho, hey! I’m actually on my way over right now.”
“Oh, thank God, Yn.” He sounded frazzled, the way the words spilled from his mouth like alphabet soup. “How far out are you?”
“Uhm, a couple blocks,” you estimated and squinted up the road. “Why? Is something wrong?”
“It’s Hongjoong. He—”
Your mind flew to the worst possible scenarios. It had been several weeks since that night, but maybe you should have paid closer attention to him. He had been getting better, had been returning to his old self… but perhaps he was relapsing, and it was breaking your heart all over again. “Give me five minutes,” you said with resolution, then hung up and hightailed it all the way up the street.
There were probably people on the street looking at you strangely, but you could hardly care as the wind and your heartbeat thundered in your ears. Memories of that night echoed in your mind, and you could hear his heart wrenching sobs again.
When you arrived at the complex, San was stationed by the lobby door and escorted you up the elevator. You barely took in the lobby as you swiftly passed by the front desk, and ascended to the third floor. Even San was nervous—his finger tapping against his arm and his teeth chewing the inside of his cheek.
“He wanted to dye his hair back to black,” San explained to you quietly as you both stepped out of the elevator. “But he had, uhm, this meltdown. I don’t even know what triggered it, but—” he pushed out a rough exhale, “I don’t even know, Yn-ie. I really don’t know.”
One of the doors in the corridor exploded open as Yunho yanked it open and beckoned you inside. His shoulders visibly relaxed at the sight of you. “Yn, thank God. He’s not listening to either of us. I don't—I don’t know how to help him.”
“Where is he?” You asked, already scanning the surroundings for Hongjoong.
“The bathroom.”
You were directed to a small doorway to the side, and you set your bag on the ground against the wall. Slowly and quietly, you peered into the bathroom.
Hongjoong was hunched over the bathroom sink with his hands braced on the counter top. His hands were stained in ink black dye, coloring the white marble counter like blood. A discarded bottle of black hair dye sat next to his right hand, along with a pair of latex gloves that hadn’t even been used. It seemed he had been halfway through the dye job with half his head dyed black, when something had happened to trigger this—this quiet.
Unlike last time, he was not crying uncontrollably, but deadly silent. He stared into the negative space of the empty sink bowl, tear tracks dried on the slopes of his cheeks. But you saw the way his body shook underneath it all. He trembled, an earthquake of bottled emotional wreckage having bided its time long enough. The past few weeks… he had been hiding it all this time.
“Hongjoong-ah,” you murmured to test the waters.
He said nothing yet, but his bottom lip trembled.
You slowly and delicately wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, then pressed your cheek against his back. “Talk to me, my love.”
A sob broke from his mouth and your chest ached.
You gave him a reassuring squeeze when you felt your own eyes prickle with tears. “I love you,” you rasped. “I missed you a lot. I missed you so much.”
“I’m so sorry, Yn,” he croaked. “I’m so, so sorry. I—” He desperately sucked in a breath of air, “I should have gone home.”
“You had things you needed to do; I understand,” you told him. “You can come home when you’re ready.”
And as you held him in your arms once more, with those words echoing in the space about you both, Hongjoong cried and cried and cried.
— part seven: i’m happy for you
It took only about five seconds of blinking and squinting for Hongjoong to get accustomed to the warm light of the living room lamp. His eyes were red and dry and puffy from breaking down earlier again, but the brief bit of sleep had been nice, for once. Sleeping in his own bed felt like heaven, but he was still missing you.
It was probably around four in the morning by now, a number he wasn’t surprised to see. But you were there on the couch again, laptop propped on your lap and eyes zoned into the words you poured onto your canvas. Hongjoong rubbed his eyes, scratched his chest, waddled over toward you with grogginess contorting his face into a pouty frown.
You glanced up from your screen for a second and he saw the ghost of a smile on your lips.
He curled up next to you, and you scooped him under your arm. He felt your hand run through his hair as you set your laptop aside and gently guided his head to your warm lap. “Missed you,” he exhaled, voice barely audible.
“I’m sorry; I’ll be there soon,” you said back. “The hair looks good, bug.”
After you had helped clean him up at the office, it had become a silent decision between the two of you to keep his hair half black and half blond. There was something about the combination that struck you, but he couldn’t see it yet. All he could see were two halves of himself—one that had been blinded by naivety and ambition, and one scorned by those two very things. But perhaps those two halves were what made him whole. He just couldn’t see it yet.
“You look good,” he murmured back. His eyes were glazed and half lidded as he gazed up at you. He couldn’t imagine how he’d gone so long avoiding you and the apartment. How had he abstained from the allure of home for so long? He remembered the moment he had crossed the threshold of the apartment, weeping in your arms, and your scent was everywhere around him, embracing him even while you weren’t right next to him.
He felt safe here.
“I’m sorry for neglecting you,” he suddenly croaked. His eyes were already dampening again, stinging. “I’m sorry I was so far all the time.”
You leaned down to cradle him, and his nose went to your neck. His lungs were filling with you again, but he didn’t want to breathe in anything else. “Don’t apologize, Hongjoong. You don’t need to apologize to me; I wasn’t much better. You were doing it for you, and I just want you to be happy.”
His arms came around you and held on for dear life. “I’m not happy—I wasn’t happy, doll. I was so… I was so angry.”
“At him?”
“At myself,” he said, “for letting that happen, for not seeing it before it could happen. I’m just…” disappointed.
“You couldn’t have known, love,” you reassured him. He felt the featherweight of your lips on his head, a kiss from an angel. “You were just following your dreams.”
His heartbeat was rapid, but his breathing was steady for the first time in weeks. He wondered if he could immortalize this moment, so he would feel nothing but your love, all the time. No more pain, no more anger. “And now look at me. Huh.”
He closed his eyes for a moment in the silence. “How’d I get so lucky?”
“Don’t be like that, Joong.”
“No, I mean—” he felt your eyes on him again and he was back on the pillow of your lap, “—how’d I get so lucky with finding someone like you? Who decided to make me walk into that store that day? Who decided to give me the courage to give you fashion advice? Who decided to let me meet the woman of my dreams?”
His eyes fluttered open, and he saw the silver lining your eyes.
“We might never know, but I’m lucky to have met you, too,” you said.
“Even with all the trouble I am?” Hongjoong closed his eyes again as you pressed kisses to his eyelids.
“That’s the best part,” you mused. “But you’re no trouble, Joong. You are no burden, no problem, no ball and chain. You’re just—” Your mind went fuzzy and you couldn’t find the energy to be elegant at four in the morning, “—mine, y'know?”
He giggled. “I’m yours.”
You hummed. “You are mine to hold, cherish, love. I’m here to encourage you and help you and… I—well, I’m just going to support you. Because I want to, not that I’m obligated to or anything.”
Hongjoong peered up at you again, and he wished he could say all the things brewing in his mind, but he couldn’t find the right words to string together. You’d taken all that he had ever wanted and given it to him on a gold platter like it was nothing, as if it didn’t make his heart skip about five beats in a row or want to make him stay in this bubble with you forever.
How’d he get so lucky?
“I love you,” he rasped as he extended his arm up to cup your face in his hand. “And I’ll love you and stand by you in all your endeavors.”
You turned your face slightly to kiss his palm. “Forever?”
“Forever.”
a/n: might write an epilogue at some point, but hope you enjoyed <3 pls do rb, comment, and send asks !! tysm x
#ateez x reader#kim hongjoong x reader#hongjoong x reader#ateez hongjoong#ateez fluff#ateez angst#ateez oneshot#hongjoong oneshot#hongjoong fluff#hongjoong angst#hongjoong scenarios#hongjoong imagines#ateez imagines#ateez scenarios
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Hang on actually before I hit post limit.pinned post so I can edit this and have my tumblr thoughts even tho I'm post limited
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Yup okay hit the post limit <3 new followers please know this is normal
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Anonymous asked: did they put bugs in him again
Yknow it's hard to tell but I think they might have. Guys we need to get riku dewormed again, this keeps happening to him :(
Anonymous asked: I forgot I had notifs turned on for your blog . Oopsie daisy
HAHAAAAAAAA ANON I CACKLED.... flattered u have urgent coverage on which large surface I'm thinking abt being slammed into at any given time but ig this is an object lesson in paying too much attention to me or something
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Listening to a queer history podcast and it's so funny they're explaining to me what yuri is... I know ❤
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on my laptop now bcos i gotta study for this stupid test..d. and then afterwards theres a powerpoint im actually rlly gonna enjoy presenting but i gotta facking put it together, augh
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niche complaint but it sucks shit when animanga do the 'character suddenly becomes hot as part of a daydream/joke' gag and they dont go full bishie. give that man a delicate jawline NOW!!!
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really happy with this sticker on my laptop. whenever im feeling down i just rememebr that this man got a lobotomy
[ID: a black frame meme featuring Hajime Hinata from Super Danganronpa 2 at the chapter 1 cabin party, smiling and holding a glass of orange juice. It is captioned, "This man, got a lobotomy.]
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whew im a sneezy girl. the sneezing sneasler. wait thats a pokemon. ritalin on friday unless i have a heart murmur
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@effervescentleaf asked:
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i know im constantly posting abt my beard but its still weird as hell to consider that i have a beard that other people can see. when people look at me they see androgyny. what the fuck. i keep being drawn to people with beards and make-up/long hair/jewelry/whatever the fuck else as my favourite examples of gender non-conformity and like. IM that. im that with my stupid eyeliner. what the shit
also that reminds me im not gonna have time to do my eyeliner before my class test tomorrow :/ now i Could just go without it bcos i'll have a presentation later in the day that i should probably be serious for. but where is the fun in that. i will be wearing a hawaiian shirt instead of a t-shirt and thats all that can be expected of me <3
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i probs need to eat a proper meal but the call of pop tarts it is so great.... sighhhh i got the bread out the freezer for soup so ill see if thats defrosted. and if not. squints. cup noodles. kinda want the cup noodles anyway but the soup is gonna expire soon so i gotta be fuckinnn responsible and nutritious or whatever
sidenote i kind of rlly enjoy having just one long ledger of posts all day. kind of fun
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Ugh fuck my gay life I gotta make a PowerPoint... I'm tired I'm a bit sick i gotta sleeeep... wanted to make it fancy but ig that's fucked :(
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I saw a video of a cat and now I miss bubbles :( bubblesssss... I'm going home tomorrow tho so I'll see her then :)
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can you write sunny x a reader who (in a sfw way) age/pet regresses? btw if you dont know what that is, the smallest explanation i could say is its when someone reverts to a childlike/animal mindset to cope with stress, deppresion, anxiety, ect.... i pet regress to a cat and age regress to about 5 if that helps... thank you :'3 i think he would like taking care of someone. i hope this doesn't make you uncomfortable.
SUNNY with a reader (or S/O) who age/pet regresses
A/N: okay im gonna be completely honest and say that i didn't really know how to do this!!!! 1. i didnt really know how to write romantic headcanons like this so it probably seems more platonic and 2. i don't know anything about pet regression so it's based solely off of what i know from the internet!!! apologies if anything is rude or unwanted, this is very new for me!!
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doesn't he like.. canonically age regress?? like how he spent 4 years in his head where he and all of his friends are 12??
i think that definitely continues post-ending. like he's kinda silent and like. idk tugs on his mom's clothes when he sees dino nuggets in a super market like he's 9
so he completely understands. he isn't really aware there's an actual term for it. like i don't think he's the type to idk. roleplay as a kid over discord. i think he does it completely by accident in real life like being distracted by kiddy things and stuff
u two definitely color and draw a lot. like he brings paper and crayons and pencils and stuff over and you two spend hours like. lying down and kicking your feet while doodling
he definitely draws his headspace friends and draws your headspace ego
you two do things like go to aquariums and smush your face against the glass cuz ur like. freaking out over the fish
bubble baths with rubber duckies. that's all
hc that he gets super excited whenever he sees something like, spiderman or mario related because it unconsciously reminds him of his childhood. so he'll have a bunch of like.. minecraft plushies and sonic stickers. he isn't even interested in them anymore, but it reminds him of being a kid again
might give u silly little nicknames like sport or any names that like. your parent would give you
other than that idk if i can really see him being a 'caregiver'. i honestly think he has too much emotional baggage and needs to re-experience his own childhood before he can do that for someone else
u remind him of mewo sometimes
he gets little balls of yarn for you and a little collar with a bell on it (i mean this in the least weird way possible)
in the future he probably gets a cat, and has like a scratching post for the cat. and he probably caught you like scratching on it one time
i don't know if sunny is really one for physical touch, but he might mindlessly pet you or massage your hair when u act like a cat. and he probably gets a little awkward when u start purring but doesn't stop
#omori#omori x reader#sunny omori x reader#omori sunny x reader#sunny x reader#omori headcanons#sunny omori#omori sunny#age regression#omori fandom#pineappleciders
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Heya ! Im curious about your OC Azor! He seems cool :0 First, is his ace a bug type eeveelution ? Do you have a design ? And second, i wonder why no sewaddle when it seams like the perfect match for a bug type specialist and tailor ?
oh my god i'm KICKING myself bc it somehow never occurred to me to give him a sewaddle/leavanny OTL he wasnt always a tailor so i didnt consider it when i was originally building his teams but im kicking myself for not including it in that sewing room piece.. i was thinking less about his actual teams when drawing that (bc half of his 'main' team is fakemon) and more just thinking about getting bug rep from as many gens as possible (sorry to iv and vii for not making it 💔 tho kricketot made it in as a desk sticker at least) but leavanny was the mvp of my original white team so it's Very dear to me and youre right that it's Perfect for him !!
but to go back to the first question !!! yes his ace is a bug-type eevee ! i realised wayyy late that the piece maybe made it look like it'd be a spider-vee since it's an arachnid-heavy drawing but it's a moth called papilleon !! ^__^ it's one of the first fakemon i designed for our fan region. my beloved bug baby
[ID: three digital drawings of a bug-type eeveelution fakemon. its main body is an off-white yellowish colour and it has mossy-green ears, long-tailed spotted wings, and fluff around its neck and abdomen. it has six legs, two compound eyes and two simple eyes, and the ends of its legs are exoskeleton rather than paws. it lacks an actual tail. the second image is pixel art. /END ID]
i had some drawings of it with an older azor design somewhere but can't find it at the moment :")
EDIT: found one !
[ID: a digital drawing of Azor holding Papilleon. in this design, Azor wears red-framed square glasses and his hair is slightly longer and fluffy at the bottom. /END ID]
#the region is also just south of unova so AUGH how did i not think of leavanny !!#anyway i havent talked much about enjay here (being this blog Or my main) but i love all the characters and fakemon soooo much. my friends.#sorry this took me so long to answer ive been away from my laptop the last week and i wanted to add images of my weird bug !!#im open to more questions about the region but no prommies i'll be able to answer bc i share it with four other people !!#i WILL say that azor has a fighting-type twin who has a fighting-type vee :>#greenbloodedskink
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whats your problem dude why are you so weird :3
im love posting now to fuck with you.
you thought this was gonna be a sneak attack but it isn't dumbass‼️ everyone point and laugh
i love you man and I mean that I love staying up texting you and altering my whole entire sleep schedule to fit yours i love getting random shit sent to me during the day and seeing your texts or asks in my notifs i love seeing your music taste and everything that comes with it i love hearing about your day and making inside jokes and bits between us that permanently change my vocabulary (ZIPPEE ^_^ sillay :3 and that dreaded Keyboard) I love being the only person who can understand what you've typed because you can't spell for shit but I also love being able to tell when you've gotten used to the keyboard your using because difficult words aren't misspelt like they normally are I love calling you in vc until your phone shuts off and playing baby sensory subway surfers videos with slimecicle gifs so you and your friends pay attention to my "very important" (no it's NOT LMAOOOO) tetris/papa's freezeria/minecraft gameplay that I always have screensharing in the background of the call. I love our shitty little minecraft world and our suicide hole (and stripper pole that Kai doesnt know about please keep it that way or we will never hear the end of it) and your inability to stay alive and our little back to back like a movie fighting and I love that one time I watched a mlp movie (which I have to do again. Btw) for you because you watched Be More Chill for me and we both ending up loving them both and I love our matching phone stickers we have that are torn to shreads and dirty as hell now but they USED to read "#1 ashton swagaythor fan" + "BOYF" with mine matching to read "#1 felix elliot 'is' fruity fan" + "REINDS" and I love how you use all of my pronouns even the unconventional ones (IT/ITS MY FAVORITE FOREVER AND EVERRR MAN) ((not really)) and how you explained how to use certain neopronouns to me without judging me at all and your little d20 rolls in the mornings to decide on what pronouns you're going to use for the day (today was he/they/she btw ^_^) and I love all of your dnd characters and/or ocs that you've shown me and explained the lore of (the dnd one that uses he/she is my favorite btw. the others are neat and all but he's my favorite by a long shot the others can't even touch her dude) and i love your amazing sense of fashion and outfit checks you'll send that just get better each time you do and I love your hair and your glasses (even though I felt VERY betrayed to find out they weren't circular irl how could you slash sillay) and every little detail on how you look and act and im so serious. i love your love of gillion titstrider and seeing you talk about jrwi AND HOW YOU STILLL HAVENT CAUGHT UP YET BUT THATS FINE SMH SMH and seeing you ramble about the play you're currently doing in our texts rn dear god those are lyrics and i love them
anyway point is i love you so much and i hope you have a wonderful rest of your night after reading this o/
#i make yet anothet post just for me 👍#we have mail :]#my love felix <3 <3#i have a FEWWWW more things to say but I'm keeping those a secret for later smile#sorry for the random attack bye bye now
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So i heard about u doing nijisanji matchups so why not :DD
Nijisanji male matchup pretty plz w cherry on top
Gender:Gender is nothing but a social conCepttTttt(jk cis female but there were times ppl mistook me as a guy once LMAO)
Pronouns:I don't have any in particular,i don't mind any of them as long as its not they/them
Sexuality:....i..don't know actually.Like.Women.But Men.But women.i'll just say bisexual..
Zodiac:Aquarius
Appearance:Shoulder length black hair,i'm kiiinda tall?Im taller than most of my friends.Black fox-like(i think thats what they call them??) Eyes,and i wear literally anything.Like imagine someone in a black turtleneck and some random ass floral button up shirt with the most obnoxious pants ever(for clarification this isnt my attempt at getting in r/builtdifferentfromothergirls i just get cold easily).Oh and im as blind as a bat without my glasses,i only put them on when i wanna put myself in the attractiveness scale for shits and giggles sometimes i wear random jackets i find in my room like that one hot pink jacket i covered in the bee movie stickers for some reason
Mbti:Entp
Idk my ennagram sorry :((
Personality:im pretty laid-back but based on sources(aka my mutuals) i am the embodiment of a living cockroach because of me almost dying like 5 times(vibe checked by god 5 times and he did NOT approve of me...like mf be frfr) i procastinate until like a day before the deadline cause i only work with pressure cause my brains just built like that(rushing calculus my beloved) I LOVE MATHS SO MUCH U CANT IMAGINE(and the cries of my discord besties cause the moment they go back on vc they see the discord whiteboard filled with god knows what) and im preeeeetty confident in myself unless someone genuinely compliments me,if that happens im just gonna disintegrate into dust
Likes:that one meme where the green guy from avengers goes "why is galora",yugioh,jumping into my friends random vc comedically 4 shits and giggles,resident evil,taking care of everyone(and not taking care of myself cause im a self aware hypocrite),DEBATES I LOVE THEM SM THEY GIVE ME SO MUCH ADRENALINE
Dislikes:when someone gets into my persona space toooooo much.oh and the fact that u can divide 91 by 7.literally unreal.and thunder??dunno it sets uncomfy in me i probably offended zeus in my past life or smth
Love language:
I dont know what that is....i mean like,id send whoever i get random memes i found at 3 am,shower thoughts??and hugs??and cuddles??and giving them reassuring words??does that count?
Extra:im bilingual(swedish,russian,korean,german) so i can make ppl say what seems like romantic words when its a deez nuts joke this is a flex btw.i pace around tasks pretty fast,sometimes im too lazy to get up sometimes i go around doing literally everything at once
Im sorry if this is confusing to u this is my first time doing this :((
i pair you with…
Ver Vermillion!
hear me out…
• you guys will absolutely nerd out over yugioh and will probably end up playfully arguing and malding over the other (i dont know much ab yugioh im sorry 💔💔)
• if you let him nerd out to you and rant to you about the most random things he will immediately fall in love
•likewise if you nerd out/rant to him he will fall in love bc the fact that you confide in him???
• similar to shu yaminerd, he is a huge nerd but hes better at hiding it
• call him a dork. he says he hates it but he loves it.
• YOU GUYS WILL HAVE MEME BATTLES.
• youll sit in discord vc, no sound except the little giggles erupting out while you read each others memes and random messages that you just keep on sending
• will randomly whip out the “why is galora” meme to make you laugh out loud in vc with others, on stream, etc even in public
• god, he loves your hair
• your cuddles up in his arms, half-asleep, and hes running his hands thru your hair AHHH
• will also send you hot-takes out of nowhere so you guys can debate on it solely because he knows how much you love it
• “banana pizza is good.”
• “soggy socks feel nice.”
• will also throw you random compliments because he knows its the only thing that will get you
• “are you a hot mom because damn mama you hot.”
• will assist you in sending deez nuts jokes to your friends in korean
• “내 불알을 빨아.”
RUNNERS UP: Shu Yamino, Doppio Dropscythe
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have i told yall yet how happy i am to finally start dressing punk again?
fuck its been so long
the backstory on this: so i was a baby alt in middle school, experimenting w subcultures, making my own studded jewelry, safety pinning shit together, the works. in 7th or 8th grade i had a green faux-hawk and wore the same camo denim jacket and band t shirts all the time. it wasnt impressive but hey, i was like 12 and just starting out.
but shit went bad when puberty hit and with it, came worsening dysphoria, which compounded with my worsening depression (i'd just gotten away from one of my abusers which was good but i kinda broke down in the following years) and i stopped going out, and stopped having the energy to dress up in any interesting way, and to take care of and re-shave my hair and stuff. so i ended up slowly swapping most of my wardrobe out for jeans and hoodies and let my hair grow out into something easy to take care of that doesnt need to be cut often.
which is fine! but i wasnt expressing myself and i never felt happy with how i looked.
and through this, ive lived by punk ideology-- freaks will inherit the world and never trust a cop, all that jazz. so ive been punk this whole time, but i havent been dressing or looking punk.
and i didnt realize how much that was probably contributing to my depression until like.. yesterday? when i decided to try dressing in ways i enjoy again, and GUYS, i cant tell you how super extremely excited i am now that ive given myself permission to try dressing punk again. im gonna cut and dye my hair as soon as possible (the green mohawk is coming back, but cooler and better this time) and when i get home im gonna hit up my favorite thrift shops and other places to get cheap alt stuff and actually try to pull some basic punk clothes together. gonna go to the store for safety pins and sewing supplies too, so i can get back into making my own shit.
gonna try to add some embellishments to my cane too-- the stickers i ordered are still lost in the mail (sob sob) so i'll try find some new decorations. i wonder if i can spice up my glasses too? they got the same treatment as the rest of my fashion, they got less interesting with each new prescription. for now maybe i can just put some stickers on em. i dunno. im sick of dulling myself down. i want to be loud and fun and angry and loving. i want to be punk again.
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hi there haru o/ <- im waving, how are you?
a tinsy question for hibari! Why does he care about having to wear the Mare Ring? Does it really matter either way??
Prologue Part 5
"hi there haru o/ <- im waving, how are you?"
Irie's fingers fly across his keyboard, highly concentrated, yet he still flinches when new words appear on the tiny screen he's analyzing. Spanner is calmer, but that doesn't mean he is any less invested. He immediately turns to Haru, addressing her through the glass that seperates them. "Whatever it is, it's asking how you are and waving to you."
Haru swallows thickly, struggling to keep her cool while standing inside the weird glass tube they pushed her into. The little sticker-diodes they stuck to her wrists and head don't really help. She still answers just to get it over with, tearing up and waving one hand hesitantly for a moment. "I mean... I've b-been better..?"
Fortunately for Haru, that's the moment Kyoko walks past the engineering laboratory. She immediately abandons whatever she was on her way to do, entering the room instead and frowning in concern. "Haru-chan are you okay??"
In the next moment, her ire and distrust instantly turns on Irie and Spanner. Afterall, these two were their enemies not even two months ago. And not everyone forges bonds as easily as Tsuna. Kyoko certainly has no reason to trust these men with her best friend. "What are you doing."
Irie's stomach immediately lurches in alarm and he barely suppresses his groan, but Spanner is already answering. "We were just running basic analysis on-"
Kyoko cuts him off pretty smoothly when she walks over and simply pulls open the glass tube Haru was put into. She holds her friend's hands and asks again, softer this time. "Are you okay?"
Haru sighs deeply, tugging back some strands of her hair, a nervous habit. "I... I don't know. Weird things are happening Kyoko-chan..."
Luckily, that's when one of the computers chirps brightly and prints out a length of paper. Irie rushes to it as soon as he's able and takes a quick look, before sighing sharply in relief. He barely gets the words out at an acceptable volume. "Miura-san is fine. Thank God..."
They all heave a deep sigh of relief, before Kyoko and Haru already made quick work of removing the sticker diodes from Haru's skin. Kyoko holds Haru hands, helping her out of the odd glass tube, but Haru is distracted, looking towards Kyoya's phone. Her voice is uncertain. "There's another question again..?"
And indeed, the still glowing screen once again shifts to reveal new words.
"A tinsy question for hibari! Why does he care about having to wear the Mare Ring? Does it really matter either way??"
Kyoko has no idea what's going on, but even she feels an odd compulsion to answer the question. She holds Haru's hand, turning to her, curiously. "That... Cloud ring? Is Kyoya even wearing it..?"
Haru doesn't remember seeing that ring on Kyoya earlier, so she is about to reply. But that's when a soothing, familiar voice speaks up from the doorway. When did Tsu-kun get here? "No, Hayato has that ring this week."
Tsuna seems a bit stressed, but he answered Kyoko's question instinctively anyways. Haru and Kyoko immediately rush to hold his hands, because they want to and Tsuna's seems to need the comfort. Tsuna holds their hands easily and gives them a soft, affectionate smile. "Are you okay Haru-chan?"
Haru nods, tugging herself into her Sky's side and basking in the warmth and comfort he radiates. Tsuna's presence is just very soothing after a stressful situation... Tsu-kun puts an affectionate kiss in her hair, before Kyoko's questions claims his attention. "Why does Haya-kun have that ring? I thought he has other spare rings?"
Tsuna blinks, before putting a kiss on Kyoko's forehead, just to keep things equal between them all. He thinks for a moment longer, enjoying Kyoko-chan's adorable giggles, before he answers, his voice soft. "Hayato isn't using it. He has it on a chain around his neck, to make it feel more like family."
Kyoko and Haru shoot each other confused looks, walking along as Tsuna approaches Irie and Spanner. Kyoko ask the question that's on both women's minds. "Why make that ring feel like family..? And why isn't Kyoya wearing it?"
Tsuna heaves a little sigh, taking the paper Spanner hands him as he answers them, shrugging halfheartedly. "I don't know why exactly it's different this time, since Kyo-san's fine wearing the rings of enemies he took out, but I'm guessing because he didn't have a part in taking Kikyo out and didn't witness it... His flames still register that ring as an active threat?"
Tsuna scans the paper, his lips pinching, before he finishes his explanation absentmindedly. "Kyo-san refused to even wear it on a chain. So I'm having everyone carry it around for a week or so, just until his flame stops throwing such a fit about it being hostile."
Haru gasps faintly, frowning a little because she's worried. Kyoya didn't seem troubled when they talked, but maybe he was acting unbothered so as to not worry her? Having a flame that powerful has to be difficult sometimes, right..?
Before Haru can find the words to ask that question, Tsuna sighs and looks at Irie and Spanner. He's still holding that paper Spanner gave him. It has some bar graphs on it, most of them short, except for two, which are well beyond the limits of the graph. Tsu-kun sounds just a bit perplexed. "So what's the meaning of this?"
Irie and Spanner lock eyes for a second, before Irie sighs deeply and just looks somewhat defeated. "Hibari-san's phone has somehow been turned into a stable connection between our dimension and another that is almost entirely unidentifiable by our means."
Tsuna's eyes narrow, not with anger, or annoyance, just with focus. Haru and Kyoko feel themselves blush a bit whenever they get to witness Tsuna in his element of leadership. Even his voice somehow sounds stronger... "So we can't tell who or what is sending these Questions."
Irie nods empathically, just as Spanner sighs briefly with what seems to be annoyance. These Scientists are odd... "We can't even tell how or why."
Tsuna looks at Kyoya's phone, for all of a second, before he seems to come to a decision. His voice comes out sharp, almost like an order. "Is it safe to handle?"
Irie blinks rapidly, before he takes another look at some papers and screens. He sounds unsure. "It should be okay. The device itself is not in any way unstable."
At that Tsuna simply reaches out, opening the little glass door and taking the phone out of the odd analysis case Irie and Spanner put it in. He takes a look at it, narrowing his eyes briefly, before shrugging mildly. "Whatever it is, if it's hostile, my intuition will react."
In the end, even Spanner and Irie can't disagree with that...
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hi! i hope you're doing well. can i have a FNaF match-up? my name is terrence (nicknames: T, Ter, Terry) and my pronouns are he/they. i have glasses, brown eyes, short, dirty blonde hair, and i usually just wear casual, comfy clothes. i really like to write, read, play video games, draw, and etc. i'm an infj-t and a scorpio! my favorite book series is the shadowhunter chronicles. i self-ship and stuff. i have a lot of self-insert ocs. im always afraid if i show something about myself, people will just leave me and let me rot alone. i love to decorate things with stickers! i have a few tarot/oracle card decks and i love to use them! i also love to ramble on and on about my latest hyper-fixation or whatever i want to talk about. anyways, i hope this isnt too much! have a lovely day
I match you with....
Toy Freddy!
Toy Freddy is a total geek and would spend countless hours with you.
You are casual and since you both have similar hobbies, he’d connect with you emotionally immediately.
He is alone most of the time since his friends doesn’t like gaming and the other things he enjoy and you coming to his life is basically like a ray of sunshine coming through the window of a dark room.
He always used to play horror games. He would be happy to try out new genre of games with you. That’s his favourite thing to do with you.
He loves your voice and would be happy if you read your favourite book series to him.
He would never judge you, EVER. If you want to talk about yourself or if something is bothering you, you can go and talk to him about it. He’s never the type to leave you based on who you are. To him, you are perfection. He always thinks that you are some sort of Angel. He admires everything about you. He thinks your flaws are perfect.
He loves to read what you write. He doesn’t judge you and would always cheer you on to continue writing. Idk why, but I get the feeling that he’s the type to bully someone online who made fun of your writing, if you post it.
He loves watching you draw, but can never draw with you because he always snaps the pencil in half or he presses on to the paper so hard the lead breaks.
Definitely would love to hear about your self-ships. So that he could compare himself to the character you ship yourself with and try to change his personality based on that character. Because deep inside him, he has a fear that if someone similar to that character exist, you would probably lose feelings for him :( and go away with the new person. You will need to reassure him that it’s not gonna happen.
Definitely would LOVE it if you put stickers on him. He really loves the sparkly or holographic ones.
Had no idea what Tarot Cards were until you introduced it to him. When he found out what they were used for, he kind of became addicted to it. He wants to know everything. Both of your future together, will you guys make new friends etc.
Would hear about your latest hyperfixations so that he himself could get into it. He practically loves everything that you love and wouldn’t even have a single doubt about him not liking it.
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𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄'𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓
Name: STARSCREAM OF VOS
Alias: Screamer
Gender: Nonbinary, Masc-aligned & Masc-presenting
Age: Ugh I hate trying to out a number to it just know hes adult and hes old but not THAT old lolol
Species: Cybertronian
Zodiac: aquarius / aries / cancer / capricorn / gemini / leo / libra / pisces / sagittarius / scorpio / taurus / virgo / unknown
Abilities / Talents: Starscream is an outlier, so his main ability is his Screech. Its capable of disrupting radio frequencies and breaking glass. He also is quite literally immortal. As for talents, hes very good at persuasion, as well as being shown to be a very capable leader (when he gets his priorities in check). Hes also an amazing flier
Alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true
Religion: Agnostic. Much like various others have said, Starscream may agree that the "Gods" Exist/Existed, but he does not follow them. He feels they abandoned Cybertronians and should not be on such a pedestal.
Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath
Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience
Languages: Cybertronian, English, Klingon (Thats right bitches, its canon on my blog)
Family: depends on verse
Friends: As close as he gets, Rattrap, his trine / Others verse dependent
Sexual Orientation: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / questioning / other
Relationship Status: single / dating / married / widowed / open relationship / other (depends on verse)
Libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent
Build: twig / bony / slender (holoform, mostly with lean muscle) / average / athletic / curvy / chubby / obese
Hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black (holoform) / other (N/A)
Eyes: brown / blue / green / black / other (red) (auburn, holoform)
Skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown (holoform)/ brown / very brown / black / other (grey)
Height: under 3 foot / 3-4 foot / 4-5 foot / 5-6 foot (holoform, 5'7) / 6-7 foot / above 7 foot (25 ft)
Weight: under 100 pounds / 100-150 pounds / 150-200 pounds / 200-250 pounds / above 250 pounds (i have no idea im bad at math)
Scars: Various scars across his frame, hes been through enough to gather quite the collection
Facial Features: Sharp. Handsome ;)
Tattoos: Never thought about it till now... hm. Fuck it, ya boy has a tramp stamp (or would we call it a bumper sticker in this fandom???) that says "Transform and Rise Up". He got it back in the Early Days of the war and nowadays he just tries to hide it LOL
Dogs or Cats?
Birds or Hamsters?
Red or Blue? (tough choice he likes blue lol)
Yellow or Green?
Black or White?
Coffee or Tea?
Ice Cream or Cake?
Fruits or Vegetables?
Sandwich or Soup?
Magic or Melee?
Sword or Bow?
Summer or Winter?
Spring or Autumn?
The Past or The Future?
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tagging: @warriorsparked (for meg and/or shocky, whoever u wanna) , @manaborn , @biggest-ultra-mags , @staticsqueaks , @trustme-imamedic , anyone else who wants to
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