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[softyjaem]

Moving blogs

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[softyjaem]

[10:03]

You collected the dishes from the table; hands full and grimy from the food left on the plates. Just as you gripped the napkin that was strangely neat on the messy table, your eyes locked on to the pen ink dribbled across it.

"I'm Jaemin and you're cute. Call me sometime."

You chuckled as you read the smudged numbers that followed. This wasn't the first time a customer decided to flirt, but it was the first time you didn't mind. You swiped the napkin and tentatively placed it in your jeans pocket; planning to call back the boy who called you cute in the sweetest way.

[softyjaem]

[9:02]

You didn't have time to register what had happened as a bullet struck your skin, sending white hot flashes of pain up your entire body. You let out a gasp and fell to the ground. You couldn't make out the sounds around you and there was an agonizingly loud ring in your ears. Your vision blurred as you clutched your stomach, and crimson pools of blood surround your defeated body. You could vaguely make out the sound of distant yelling, screaming, panic; but everything was too hazy and confusing. You brought your hand up to your line of vision and saw it dripping with red liquid, completely coated in your blood.

Everything felt foreign, and yet the familiar touch of Taeyong brought you back to your senses for just a moment. He fell to his knees beside you and stroked your hair. You heard him let out a pained sob as he watched you deteriorate before his very own eyes. He cast an iron grip on your delicate hand and applied pressure to your abdomen; which only prompted more agony.

"It should've been me, It should've. I'm so sorry."

Those were the last words you heard before your vision was engulfed by darkness and your mind went blank.

[softyjaem]

Au + trope + prompt

Supernatural + strangers to lovers + "you never saw me me"

[6:09]

The sharp, cold bricks dug into your shoulder blade as the man held a knife against your throat with clammy hands. The misty night air blew into your face with each of his rugged breaths. His chest heaved unnervingly and his eyes were hooded with a glint of something unpredictable. He had clearly gone made and you were facing the brunt of his insanity. You cursed yourself for walking home alone at night.

"Give me your money," he demanded, stuttering over his words. You couldn't tell if he was drunk or just crazy, but didn't want to risk it either way. "Ok, ok" you tried to sooth his anticipation in hopes he wouldn't just stab you right then and there.

Before you had the chance to pull out your wallet, the assalent was thrown to the ground and you were left in a state of shock, shaking and mumbling in fear. Every muscle and nerve in your body was heightened, and yet you felt frozen in place; unable to move or run. You looked up to find a man dressed in all black. He grabbed the mugger by his collar and lifted him from the ground effortlessly. He had your attacker quivering in fear and running for his life. He ran out of the alleyway, leaving the shiny silver knife that was pressed against your throat just moments before laying on the cold, hard cement. You lifted your chin and cowered away, eyes glossed over from the panic that refused to fade away. "W-who are you?" You managed to stutter out in a shaky voice.

Vampire!Yuta, who was barely visible in the dark light of the ally looked up at you. "You didn't see me." His voice was honeyed and gruff, but that wasn't what caught your attention.

Under the effervescent moon you could've sworn his eyes flashed red; and before you could question it, he was gone.

[softyjaem]

[12:08]

"Muffin....Mufffin where are you?" You called in a whisper. Your mischievous cat had decided to run away and left you searching in the wee hours of the morning. You called as softly as possible, knowing if you woke up any student or teacher you'd be in big trouble. Just as you passed a crimson door you heard it gently creak open.

You snapped back, eyes focused and in shock. You saw Slytherin!Jaemin starring back, with your fluffy cat Muffin in his hands. He gently stroked Muffin's head; to which your cat purred softly and tilted his ears in delight.

"Looking for something?" Jaemin said with his trademark smirk plastered across his face. You felt shocked, relieved, and worried all at once. "Y-yes," you murmered and reached out to grab your precious cat. You cradled him in your arms squeezed him against your body. "You won't tell anyone right?" You were ready to beg him not to speak of this incident.

His smirk turned into a smug grin, "no of course not, I wouldn't want muffin getting in trouble." You only nodded gratefully and let him close the door.

Who knew Hogwarts's resident bad boy had a soft spot for kittens.

[softyjaem]

[11:45]

Your hands gripped the cold porcelain bowl as boyfriend!jaehyun rubbed soothing circles on your back. You swallowed thickly as your stomach lurched, and sat against the tub defeatedly.

"Why did you let me drink so much?" You asked in a desperate tone. Your boyfriend chuckled and slid down to position himself at your side. "You were having so much fun, I didn't have the heart to stop you."

Before you could reply you found an uncomfortable feeling climb up the back of your throat, and found yourself hunched over the toilet yet again. After ten more minutes your stomach finally settled and you stood up. Jaehyun had a cup of mouthwash in his hand, which he promptly held out for you.

"Gosh how did I get such an amazing boyfriend?" You asked, even though it was more of a statement than a question. You leaned in, closing the distance between your bodies and puckered your lips. Jaehyun chuckled but pulled away and you feigned a hurt expression.

"As much as I'd like to kiss you right now, I think you should use the mouth wash first."

[softyjaem]

au + trope + prompt game

here’s a fun drabble game since i was on the hunt for one and decided i should just make my own instead.

 send in a character, an au, a trope, and a prompt, and i’ll write a little drabble based on it!!

au:

roommates!au

hogwarts!au

spy!au

mafia!au

ceo!au

coffee shop!au

bookstore!au

college!au

camp!au

high school!au

travel!au

babysitter!au

soulmates!au

parent!au

sports!au (name the sport)

supernatural!au (specify)

band!au

celebrity!au

trope:

friends to lovers

enemies to lovers

meet cute

meet messy

unrequited love

fake dating

childhood friends

exes

strangers to lovers

prompt:

“are you sure this is legal?”

“fuck. fuck fuck fuck fuck this shit. fuck.”

“i don’t even think i want to know.”

“you said so, didn’t you?”

“you have the emotional capacity of a brick.”

“what is that?”

“you had no idea, did you?”

“wait, wait. say that again. please.”

“why are you awake so late?”

“you know i’ll do anything for you.”

“i know that it’s the thought that counts but this doesn’t even look like you thought about it.”

“is that the best you can do?”

“it’s been so long since we did this.”

“okay, maybe i’m crazy but did i just hear you say that out loud?”

“i’m rambling again, aren’t i?”

“my hands are really dry. sorry about that.”

“hold your fire!”

“this can’t be real. i feel like i’m having a fever dream.”

“suck on that.”

“it’s just so hard not to fall in love with you.”

“for the last time, please stop trying to airdrop me.”

“did you hack into my hotspot?”

“you know that your book is upside-down, right?”

“alexa, play wonderwall.”

“i know this looks bad, but i swear, it’s not.”

“sometimes, i sit in bed and wonder what would happen if things were different.”

“that was a very bad idea. 0/10 would not recommend.”

“do you ever feel like you’re far away no matter where you are?”

“hold on.”

“need any help with that?”

“you never saw me.”

“shut up for a second, will you?”

“now what?”

“i don’t even know why we’re doing this.”

“don’t tell me you spent actual money on that.”

“i let you mooch off of my netflix and this is how you repay me?”

“don’t you want to know how i feel?”

“i think i would rather eat expired spam.”

“you confuse me.”

“if you’re happy, then so am i.”

[softyjaem]

[2:40 pm]

You felt a light tap on your shoulder as you admired the art work before you. The intricate lines and hypnotizing colors pulled you in; all it took was a light tap to divert your attention from the painting. You stiffened and shifted to look back at the stranger who had touched you. He was a sight to behold; delicate features and soft pale skin. Your jaw hung open, but under the guise of justifiable shock.

"Can I help you?" you whispered with an incredulous tone. You shifted uncomfortably under the man's gaze. He was looking you up and down with a look of awe; it made you feel like a spectacle on display and you weren't sure how to react. The man leaned closer and only after you cowered away did he realize how odd his actions were.

"O-oh my apologies. I guess this is a bit strange," he mumbled. His voice was sweet and honeyed; it drew you in just like the painting had moments ago. His mind seemed to be in a jumble and his eyes looked all over as if he was having trouble composing his thoughts.

"My name is Renjun," he finally spoke; as if that was the answer to all your questions. But as his name left his lips you were left in a different state of shock. "The Renjun?"

He nodded tentatively, testing your reaction before moving on. "b-but no one has heard from you in years.....you just left. Why are you here and talking to me?" You couldn't comprehend why one of the the most respected members of the art community was talking to a no body such as yourself, especially after being gone for so long. No one had heard from him, and rumors of his wellbeing had spread like wildfire. Some said he had died, others claimed he left the country and was living off the grid.

"You see, I had lost all my inspiration. I come here, to this museum everyday and look at my pieces, and yet none of them are good enough. But you....well this might sound awkward, but there is something about you. I'd like you to be my muse."

[softyjaem]

[4:12 PM]

Boxer!Jeno let out a stifled laugh when you lunged at the punching bag; not moving it one inch. You sent a sharp glare his way, which shut him up until the next punch. You sallied forth and threw an arm toward the bag, which despite the great effort was futile. Jeno made no attempt to hold in his laughter this time and chuckled heartily; he was teasing but it still annoyed you.

"Why won't this stupid bag move? I've been doing this for hours now!" You groaned in discontent. He looked at you with sympathetic eyes and even though you could tell he had to hold it in, stopped the chuckle which yearned to leave his lips. "You just have to find your inner power. Even the weakest human could most this bag if they really wanted to. I'll show you."

He slowly moved behind you with a weary glance. "May I?" You only nodded in response, too flustered by what you knew he was about to do. Jeno pulled his body flush against yours and a rosy blush rose on your cheeks from the close proximity. Your heart beat erratically, and you worried he could hear the loudness that pounded in your eardrums.

"Now, you want to center yourself first," he had taught this a million times already, yet this time he guided your body with his own. Once you had the perfect stance he delicately touched your arm. His hands were warm on your skin as he moved you into place.

"And then," he whispered, breath fanning your ear and neck, "you just punch. Draw from your inner power. Find a memory that makes you sad, mad, happy. Just find something that will give you that extra push."

You wracked your brain for a memory, yet his smell was intoxicating and his touch electric. The only thing you could come up with was this very moment, and you used it to propel you forward, hoping his body would follow as you lurched toward the punching bag.

He clearly helped, but none the less you watched in awe as it swung forward with fervor. He slowly pulled away and clapped his hands. "See! I knew you could do it."

You gulped and turned back to face him, still blushing madly and high on the feeling of his body. You nodded as he smiled, clearly proud of his student. You had a feeling boxing lessons would get a lot more interesting.