#mx fanfic

[taexual]

monsta x / fake dating

warning: bullet points because it’s the only thing stopping me from writing 7 full-length fics. these are still long, though. lower-case intended.

requested by @sweeticeream​​.

↣ shownu

frankly, you probably didn’t know hyunwoo well enough to ask him this, but he was the only guy friend you had (even if you only knew him for a little less than 4 months)

when you brought the idea of fake-dating up to him, he was very ?? about it

why don’t you just date someone (him) for real?

you regretted bringing this up as soon as you saw the confusion in his eyes

so you went into a whole frenzy, trying to justify your decision to fake-date, all so you wouldn’t come off as crazy as you felt

and after you started to explain it more, he got far too lost in the passion in your eyes, so he just said yes

sure, he’ll pretend to be your date to this family event in exchange for good food and great company

which meant home-made dishes and an endless stream of grandmothers, exclaiming “who’s this handsome young man?!” whenever he walked into the room with you

it was a nice ego boost and he got to hold your hand the whole night, which was nice, too (because you had soft skin, that’s all, no other reason whatsoever)

you weren’t worried about what would happen once the night ended because your family only got together once every decade

but by a stroke of disaster, four of your cousins (some of them twice removed; you’d never even seen them before tonight) announced they were getting married later this year

and, of course, they hoped you and hyunwoo would come to the wedding

the two of you smiled and nodded and acted in love

but as soon as the night ended, you told hyunwoo he didn’t have to come to any other event with you

there was only so much food you could bribe him with before you started to feel awful for dragging him here

but hyunwoo gave you a look and replied, completely seriously, “i don’t know what you’re talking about, i had a nice time tonight. your family’s great.”

that definitely made you feel less terrible when you asked him, “so you wouldn’t mind going to one of those weddings with me as my fake-boyfriend?”

you laughed as you said it, trying to make it seem more like a joke than a serious suggestion, so he wouldn’t feel bad about having to turn you down

but hyunwoo didn’t feel bad in the slightest when he said, “oh, no. i would mind.”

so, that was that, then

“oh, well, it’s okay. i told you, you don’t have to go with me—”

“i want to go with you as your actual boyfriend.”

yeah, fuck it. he may not have been able to look at you as he said it, but he didn’t really see a point to fake-date you when really dating you seemed like a much better alternative

↣ wonho

it was supposed to be mutually beneficial for you both

a classic let’s-pretend-to-date-to-make-our-exes-jealous plot

and then somewhere along the way, hoseok kind of forgot that this was supposed to be all pretend?

he’d keep on holding your hand even when it was just you two in the room

or he’d still kiss your cheek when he stood up from the couch to grab something, even though there was no one to prove a point to

and okay, at first, you didn’t realize there was anything wrong with that

but then you ran into your ex without hoseok around, and he asked, “so where’s your boyfriend?”

and you didn’t even care about the envy in his voice as you told him about how much hoseok had been working lately and how you hadn’t gotten to see him a lot

and there it was

the realization that you really cared more about spending time with hoseok than about making your ex jealous

god, it was so awkward bringing this up to hoseok, though

“so, hey, do you think it worked?” you asked him that same night once your conversation (sort of) turned to your exes

he wasn’t following, “what do you mean?”

cringing now, you tried to make this sound less childish, “well, you know. getting a reaction out of—”

“oh, that.”

silence

honestly, for a minute there, you worried hoseok was about to say that it had worked and that he was back together with his ex now

but then he just chuckled nervously and admitted, “honestly, i’ve kind of forgotten all about that.”

oh, well okay, but what does that mean????

your heart feels like it’s about to leap out of your chest as you wait for him to say something else

something that would, hopefully, make the state of your relationship a little more clear

but then hoseok just went, “so, how do you feel about ordering pizza tonight? my fridge is empty,” and that was it

so, yeah, idk, i guess you’re dating for real now? 🤷🏻‍♀️

↣ minhyuk

honestly, this was supposed to be just a joke

everyone always kept teasing you about how you spent so much time together, “it was time you started to date”

so minhyuk finally just shrugged, took your hand in his, and declared, “we already are”

it was mostly meant to make your friends uncomfortable

like, okay, they couldn’t stop teasing you about how close you were? then you’ll show them just how much closer you could be

but although your friends did squirm, and their teasing did turn into complaining within a few days of this

you felt like you were the one who felt the weirdest

because, fine, when it came down to it, maybe you did have a little crush on minhyuk

it was barely there, though!

you never even thought of it as a serious crush, you just found him attractive is all

but then he was suddenly glued to your side, always touching, always smiling and glancing over at you

and yeah, it’s definitely a crush now

and thing is, this doesn’t feel fake!

minhyuk went out of his way with the pda, all to make your friends cringe

but did he really have to call and text you every night before going to sleep just to say goodnight and wish you sweet dreams??

did he really have to remember every little thing that you’ve ever told him, even if you couldn’t remember saying it??

alright, to be fair, minhyuk realized he didn’t need to do those things, he was just taking full advantage of his position as your fake-boyfriend

and your friends’ teasing had not been baseless; clearly, there was something there between you and him

so, somewhere along the way, the fake dating seamlessly morphed into serious dating

your friends hadn’t even realized that “he’s my boyfriend” used to be a joke, but now you were no longer kidding

except, at times, when minhyuk was using his boyfriend status as an excuse to drag you to a yet another dreadfully boring event with him

he’d always use the boyfriend card

“how can you say no to me, Your Boyfriend™??”

and you’d always remind him, “well, technically, you never asked me out on a date, so i don’t know where you’re getting this from”

he’d give you a look and a sarcastic laugh

but he wasn’t too wounded by this because he was too busy wondering if you’d still say the same thing when he eventually used the “since i’m your boyfriend” technique to ask you to spend the rest of your life with him

↣ kihyun

okay, now, you weren’t supposed to start fake-dating

you just happened to be standing next to each other at a party when the guy who was relentlessly hitting on you the entire night, walked by and did a double-take

he stopped in front of you two, scratched his chin thoughtfully, and then said, very accusingly, “you should have told me you didn’t want to go on a date with me because you already had a boyfriend”

(really, you didn’t want to go on a date with him because he was a disgusting pig, but whatever gets him through the night)

and kihyun – who’s, really, more of a friend-of-a-friend than a boyfriend to you – was already opening his mouth to refute this

until you grabbed his hand and whispered a hushed, “why don’t we let him believe that?”

and you obviously didn’t mean that as a prank

kihyun could tell from the look in your eyes that you needed this guy to finally get lost, you weren’t just joking around

so he cleared his throat, got his hand out from your grip and placed it around your shoulders, bringing you closer

and then he stuck his chin out at the guy, “yeah, she has a boyfriend.”

partially cringing, you glared at the guy one more time – not that it did much; he was immune to all deadly looks – and he finally shrugged and walked away

you thanked kihyun, apologized, stammered awkwardly for another minute, and walked away, hoping to simmer in mortification somewhere else

preferably at a place where this cute boy, who just pretended to be your boyfriend, couldn’t see you

but, not even fifteen minutes later, your friends were collectively hitting you on your shoulders and back, all yelling over each other

you hunched over and took a few precautionary steps forwards to escape their assault, before giving them a bewildered look

“what the hell happened????”

finally, one of your friends gave you an explanation: “how dare you bring your boyfriend to the party and not introduce us?”

you were still staring at your friends with wide eyes, and you were genuinely starting to worry about the contents of their cocktails because they knew you didn’t have a boyfriend

“people just overheard you reject some asshole because you were here with your boyfriend,” another friend said. “they saw you hugging.”

oh. well

“he wasn’t—i was just—”

but you caught sight of the same asshole out of the corner of your eye, and, suddenly, you weren’t so sure if it was a good idea to admit to lying

“yeah,” you ended up saying, a defeated sigh following shortly after. “he’s my boyfriend. i’ll introduce you later.”

“why don’t you do it now?” a voice asked, nearly making you jump out of your skin

kihyun – the king of showing up at the right place, at the right time – was smiling as he stood next to you

your friends, of course, proceeded to pounce on you (that’s how they show love)

and it took you another half an hour to get kihyun alone to ask him why, in the name of god, would he carry on pretending to be your boyfriend?

and he’s been so composed the whole night, but suddenly he’s an awkward mess

“i don’t know,” he admitted, “maybe that’s the only way i knew how to ask you out on a real date.”

you both knew that there were many easier ways to do that, but you had to admit two things

one, you kind of have no choice but to say yes now, since everyone already thinks you’re dating

and two, the butterflies in your stomach have been rioting ever since kihyun introduced himself as your boyfriend that first time, so it would be good for your health to go on a real date with him. you know, to stop all the fluttering and the shaking of your heart

↣ hyungwon

hyungwon got you into the fake-dating mess by accident

he’d been trying to impress his new manager because he felt like he really deserved a promotion

but no matter what he did, the guy seemed to hate him

and then one time during lunch, hyungwon happened to start a conversation about music, and he discovered that the manager was into the same indie band as he was

he milked the hell out of this, mentioning every obscure song he could remember, and he could almost see the points he was gaining with the manager

he even ended up being called up to his office at the end of the day

“this will sound weird, but are you seeing anyone right now?” the manager asked

hyungwon genuinely thought he gave off the wrong impression and even glanced at the sexual harassment awareness posters on the wall of the office

but then the manager explained, “i have four tickets to the band’s concert this friday. we could go on a double-date.”

and, because this was his promotion on the line, hyungwon stammered, “uh… yes, i am seeing someone… a concert sounds great.”

cut to you getting a panicked phone call from hyungwon several hours later, demanding that you cancel your plans for friday night and pretend to be his girlfriend to impress his manager

eh, you like the band anyway, and hyungwon was a good friend, even if you never really saw him romantically, so why not

but, like in any classic rom-com, after spending the night exaggerating hyungwon’s positive qualities (in a subtle way, of course), you came to realize that, huh, maybe you did see him as a romantic interest? kind of? a little bit?

it was just nice how he kept holding you all throughout the concert, so he wouldn’t lose you in the crowd of people

and it was nice how he walked you home and checked on you even after his manager and his girlfriend had left the two of you alone

and it was also nice—alright, fine, you had a proper crush on hyungwon now

you assumed he’d done most of those things that night because he wanted to leave a positive impression on his manager

but then hyungwon got that promotion (the concert played a part in that for sure), and he invited you to celebrate at his house

and you showed up, thinking it was going to be a party for all of his friends, but it was just him, a bottle of wine, and two glasses

so you got worried that maybe you showed up too early, but hyungwon shook his head, “no, you’re right on time. wine?”

“uh… shouldn’t we wait for everyone else?”

“there’s no one else,” he said, his hands shaking as he unscrewed the cork. “it’s just you.”

oh, okay, then

now your heart was shaking and what-not, that’s great

“i wanted to thank you,” he said after he finally managed to pour wine into your glasses and onto the counter. “if it weren’t for you, i wouldn’t have gotten this promotion.”

“that’s not true, you’re a great employee and you deserve this.”

hyungwon appreciated you saying that, but he looked down and deflected, “you know, this promotion had been something that i was looking forward to for the past few months. until the night we went to that concert.”

you waited for him to continue, but his mouth was too dry, so he took a big gulp of his wine before he even finished the toast

(was this even a toast? oh god, he couldn’t understand what he was doing)

“t-that night,” he tried to continue, “i realized that i’m looking forward to seeing you again more than i’m looking forward to getting promoted. i was absolutely ready to go on a dozen more double-dates with you before i got that promotion.”

“i thought we’d have to do that, too, to be honest,” you interjected with a chuckle, alleviating the atmosphere slightly

“yeah?” hyungwon was glad to hear that. “i’m really, kind of, sad that we didn’t have to do that.”

quietly (because you didn’t dare to start drinking your wine yet, so you lacked the courage), you admitted, “me too.”

oh now he was positively vibrating and he had to set his glass of wine down as he braced himself

“why don’t we go on an actual date? no promotions to look forward to this time, just each other’s company.”

he looked like he was going to combust in three, two—

but you saved him by replying right away, “yeah. i’d like that.”

↣ jooheon

you and jooheon both wanted some peace and quiet when you went out with your friends, who all knew that the two of you were single, and kept setting you up with various people in the bar

so you suggested telling your friends that you both had already found relationships

“they’ll never believe it unless they see our partners,” jooheon pointed out

“okay,” you nodded, admitting the mistake. it only took you a second to come up with a better plan, though, “then how about we tell them we’re dating each other?”

he watched you for a minute, his eyebrows furrowed

“that is the dumbest thing i’ve ever heard,” he said then. “let’s do it.”

dumb or not, it worked

finally, you were able to relax, unwind, and get wasted on a friday night without being introduced to a new stranger every two drinks

it was a dream come true

and it worked like an excuse in other settings as well!

you don’t feel like attending another company dinner? “sorry, my boyfriend’s taking me out tonight, it’s our anniversary.”

jooheon hates his pretentious neighbour, so he needs an excuse to say no to his party? “sorry, got plans with my girlfriend this weekend.”

funnily enough, no one ever called either of you out on your bullshit

your co-workers had seen jooheon pick you up from work countless times

and all of jooheon’s neighbours knew you were the only person left who still had a spare key to his apartment (after a very unfortunate incident involving minhyuk, the notebook for jooheon’s lyrics, and a forgotten candle “for ambiance”, when jooheon was out of town)

nor you, nor jooheon had enough time for a serious relationship, and your fake-relationship never interfered with casual dating (since it all tended to end after one date)

so it was all fun and games

until your friends started asking, “so when are you going to propose?” and you realized this had been going on for a long time

jooheon, who was so used to his role as your fake-boyfriend, didn’t even skip a beat as he said, “when the time is right”

but the question rang in both of your heads for the rest of the night

when your taxi stopped outside of jooheon’s house at the end of the night, you got out with him because he was usually the type of drunk who could fall asleep in an elevator if left unsupervised

so, to save him the embarrassment – and also, to save you a trip back and forth between your houses – you tended to sleep in his guest room on friday nights

“you know what would be funny?” you asked him as the two of you took the elevator to his floor, “if we told our friends that we weren’t actually dating this whole time.”

jooheon chuckled, seemingly agreeing that this really would be funny

“you know what would be even funnier?” he responded, his speech still slurred from the alcohol. “if we actually started to date.”

you laughed, nodding, because that really would be even funnier

but then once jooheon was in bed and you prepared to head to the guest room, he suddenly grabbed your hand, stopping you

“so what time should i pick you up next week?” he asked

he never picked you up for anything, so you were understandably confused, “for what?”

“for our date,” he explained.

“oh, to pull the prank of the year?” you asked, chuckling. “first, we pretended to date, and then we actually started to date. but, actually, it’s all one big—”

“no,” jooheon disagreed, his eyes drooping, but his grip on your hand remaining firm. “this won’t be a prank. it’ll be a date. for real, this time.”

↣ i.m

he needed to get his family off his back (in the kindest way possible, of course)

there were only so many “it’s time for you to get married, why don’t i arrange a blind date for you?” a person could take

and you’d been his best friend for years, so hey, can you lend your friend a hand? you won’t even have to do anything

or so he said

you agreed because, according to changkyun, he’d just tell his family that you were his girlfriend, and you wouldn’t actually have to go to any dinners, or any parties whatsoever

how utterly and completely dumb this was!!!!!!

you run in the same circles, of course you were going to run into his family in town

their congratulatory hugs weren’t even the worst part (but it was still awkward, and you made a mental note to strangle kyun later)

the worst part was the “i knew you two kids would get together eventually!” comments

you felt like you were disappointing his family because you weren’t actually dating, and that felt a lot like disappointing your real family

it was crushing

you’d had such a good relationship with changkyun’s whole family, they were your second home

and now you were lying to them

so you didn’t think you were exaggerating when you sent changkyun a gentle “prepare to die” message once you managed to escape his relatives

he had a solution, though (at least, he thought he did)

“okay, so how’s this, then – we date for real?”

???????

he’d been your best friend for so long, you struggled to think of him as anything else

but it was also a defence mechanism in a way? you used to have the biggest crush on changkyun when you first became friends, so you needed to find a way to suppress these feelings

“changkyun,” you began seriously, “do you really think dating you would traumatize me less than my fear of disappointing your family?”

he watched you for a minute, the insult buffering, and then sent a pillow flying right at your head

“i’m saying i want you to go out with me, dumbass.”

you tried to duck, but still got swatted on the back of your head with the pillow as you asked, “why?”

he laughed humourlessly (and nervously) and then rolled his eyes, “gee, i don’t know, maybe because i don’t want you to feel bad about lying to my family, you sensitive wuss. or maybe because i genuinely have feelings for you, i don’t know.”

you were about to toss the pillow back at him, but then stopped

swallowing hard, you asked, “so which is it?”

“i can’t even breathe right now, which do you think it is?”

you were the one rolling your eyes this time, “can’t you just say it like a normal person, you asshole?”

“it’s already obvious, dimwit.”

“are you seriously only insulting me because you can’t tell me you like me? that’s lame, even for a nerd like you.”

he was groaning in exasperation at this point, “what else do you want me to do? you’re the most oblivious person i’ve ever met. and i don’t like you, you big idiot. i’m pretty sure i’m in love with you.”

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[by-tea]

claws

author note: i saw these and thought of changkyun immediately. 

summary: changkyun gets his nails done. 

pairing: changkyun x gn! reader

word count: 723

Changkyun had to admit that painting his nails black was only a little impulsive. He just didn’t want to see the gunk that found its way under his nails. It became something kind of practical and soothing after a while. And although black had always been his go to colour, his interest in expanding his colour palate was piqued when he saw your little home salon set up.

Changkyun had been endlessly curious about your salon set up the moment he saw it. He had known you worked from home as a beautician of some kind, but the details hadn’t been addressed yet. He guessed they would be addressed now. He left you in the living room mid-way through the movie because he needed to use the bathroom, but stumbled into the home salon instead. With his curiosity piqued, Changkyun scanned over the room taking in the décor and the actual set up of the room. He walked further in, running his hand along the neatly tucked sheets on the foldout bed, while admiring the products you displayed on your shelf.

He was looking through the colour samples when the door creaked and you stood leaning against the door frame. Fond smile and resigned shoulders. It was as if you knew he wouldn’t be able to resist. You asked him jokingly, “are we finishing the movie tonight or do you want your nails done?”

His eye brows creased for a second. “Would you?”

“Do your nails?”

“Yeah.”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Societal norms and expectations?”

“I’m honestly a little more afraid of your company and stylist’s opinions.”

“I’m cute enough to get away with it for a while.”

You snicker. Of course he was. Changkyun probably got away with a lot more than he’d consciously know of. “Are you sure though?” You definitely weren’t kidding about his management’s opinions though.

“Yeah, it’s fine. We aren’t promoting at the moment. They can’t dictate what I do during my break.”

You stand by your desk and pull out some nail tools from the steriliser, gesturing for him to sit on the chair across from you. His palms rest on the small foam roller as you inspect his hands. Soft. Much softer than you realised. His cuticles needed some cleaning, his nails were bare, but had a healthy sheen. You tapped and squeezed the ends and were rewarded with newfound flexibility and a satisfying tap. Changkyun’s nails were doing much better compared to the last time you had checked them.

“Did you use the oil pen I gave you?”

“Yeah. Twice a day like you said.”

You hummed in satisfaction, considering how soft his palms were. He definitely stole your favourite hand cream as well. You could forgive the slight though. His hands were just so soft. You hadn’t realised you were so excited until Changkyun poked your cheek, eyes questioning your sudden mood change.

“What’s that look for? Are you really that excited?”

“Yeah. I’ve got a few ideas I wanna try out.”

“You’re cute. Have fun, go nuts.”

You grinned at his permission and started. It definitely wasn’t the way you had expected to spend your Saturday afternoon, but the end result was definitely worth it. A majority of the time you had spent on the individual nail designs, with the cute smiley faces and sparkling stars being your favourites. Changkyun on the other hand, was a little mesmerised by the cute warped black and white checkerboard on his thumbs. He kept staring until you gently positioned his hands for a picture, fingers curled towards his palms. You had to post this on your account. The simple colour palate and pop punk designs would add more variety to your Instagram posts.

Changkyun continued to admire his nails even as you switched off half the room lights, and the smiley faces lit up. The neon yellow and orange are a stark contrast to the black nail polish. A childlike glee took over as he excitedly yelled about the UV sensitive nail polish. You barely managed a decent photo and video, before Changkyun had pulled his hands from yours to cup your cheeks as he dotted delighted kisses all over your face. He pulled away to quickly peck your lips, grin intact.

“Babe. This is so fucking cool.”

You felt your cheeks burn. Yeah. Definitely worth it.

[laysdimplesareillegal]

Character Development: Chapter 1

Pairing: Monsta X Changkyun x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: yandere themes, kidnapping, general delusion, angst

Summary: I love yandere and angst and changkyun so why not put them all together

A/N: I’m just starting out with this fic I hope you like it I don’t really write chaptered things. I’m a little rusty and I may end up going through this again and editing it a little. Please show it lots of love <3

Character Development Masterlist

At some point in the night, I must have turned over because I woke up with the sun shining on my face and I definitely hadn’t fallen asleep facing the window. With a deep stretch and a deep breath– what’s that smell? Rubbing my eyes, letting them adjust to the morning sun, it’s obvious I’m not in my apartment. I brought my knees to my chest and sat against the headboard, where am I? I’m in someone’s bedroom, but it has to be twice the size of mine and much more extravagant. Frantically, I felt around for my phone. Of course, it was nowhere, why would it be? Who would take someone from their home and leave their phone with them.

First, the bed is king size with mounds of fluffy pillows on it. To the left a large window, with white curtains blurring the outside. Across from, and facing, the bed was an armoire with no doors. From what I could see, several dress shirts hung in it, along with a couple coats. On the right side of the room was the closed door, a straight shot from my spot on the bed; beside it, against the right wall, was a dresser. It sat between the door and an archway, which opened up to a master bathroom. On either side of the bed stood two identical nightstands with two identical lamps. The room was immaculately put together with steel grey and navy blue tones. I guess the wise thing would be to scope out the bathroom first, in case anyone was there.

The air was cold, and stepping out of the bed made me shiver, yet somehow, I was sweating. Tiptoeing to the bathroom I held my breath and made sure my feet made no sound. After a couple peeks around the corner, I deemed the bathroom empty. Still, I was too scared to try the door, so I slowly made my way across the room to the window.

My jaw dropped when I pushed away the curtains. The window was barred, now casting an ominous shadow on the dark wood flooring. 

Beyond the bars was a mountainside, was I still near town? Who knows where I could be when all I have to go off is rocks. No more messing around, I needed to get out of here, it was time to attempt the door. I started feeling claustrophobic, despite how large the room was, I knew it was unlikely I could get out.

“Please,” I mouthed with my hand on the doorknob.

Miraculously, it turned, and the door opened without a creek. Again, I let my jaw drop. The door opened to a walkway, one side led down a hallway to what looked like other bedrooms, while the side stood a beautiful banister and a wide flight of stairs. I’m in a stranger’s mansion. If it were any other day, and I was here voluntarily, I would be in awe. There was no time to tread the waters of the other rooms, especially if the owner of the house was in one. It was best to descend the staircase, it must lead to the foyer, and therefore, the front door. I dropped down to my hands and knees to peer past the banister. The whole house was silent, but I was not going to test my luck–I had to make sure I really did go unseen.

With no one in sight, I took measured steps down the stairs, and when I finally reached the bottom, it delivered me directly to the front door. This felt too easy, there’s no way it’ll open I thought, but still I had to try. I tried the knob, it didn’t budge. I flipped the dead bolt, still the knob didn’t move. Tears began to flood my vision, I was so close, to have hope dangled in front of me, it wasn’t fair. I flipped the dead bolt again; I was in denial.

“It has to work,” I whined. How can this person get out of their own house?

Unless I’ve been left here to rot. Taken from my home and put in a proxy until I starve or kill myself. Some psycho’s sick idea of entertainment. I’ve watched the news, I know what kind of sickos there are in the world. Trying the door one more time, I decided there had to be some kind of electronic, automatic lock on it. If I wasn’t so scared of making noise, I would have pounded my head against the door until I collapsed. There had to be some way out, no person can really make something flawless, there is always a flaw to be exploited.

With my back to the door, I took in the foyer. To the right, an entryway to the kitchen. To the left, under the staircase, looked like a darker hallway, with more closed doors. What if there were other people like me in those rooms? What if this whole mansion was packed wall to wall with helpless, clueless hostages like me. I needed to find out.

My stomach was nauseous from the anxiety, even if there was food in the kitchen, I knew I couldn’t look at it without throwing up. Not that I could trust anything in this death trap was safe to consume anyways. Making my way down the hall, I approached the first door.

First, I tried peering through the cracks on the sides, even getting on the floor to try to see inside. The room was dark, maybe it wouldn’t open even if I tried. However, it did, with very little effort. Inside was a small home library. How pretentious. There were bookshelves built into the walls, packed full of books. There was a plush chair on the opposite wall from the door, by a window bathed in sunlight. Smack dab in the center of the library was a desk. Like any other desk there were a number of knickknacks on it. 

I creeped inside to investigate, not before looking behind me to make sure no one would shut me in. Like most of the house, the desk was a deep warm brown and glossy. Between a set of ornate bookends sat three old books. One: The Man of the Crowd. Two The Count of Monte Cristo (abridged). Three: I don’t know. The third book looks modern, but the title is calligraphy in a language I can’t make out; I pass over it. The chair was drawn out, as if someone had just left. Most likely, they left after writing the note in the center of the desk, the pen was still there too. So they were left-handed. (I’m not sure if this would be of use to me but I didn’t want to miss any hint of who this person is.)

I couldn’t resist leaning over the chair to read it. The first thing on the page was my name, letter format. Most of the lines were crossed out; only half of the letter  was legible. In fact, the whole thing was hard to read, the writing was small and erratic.

“Sorry” the rest of the first line on the paper was aggressively scribbled out, or rather, completely blacked out. “I’m really sorry,” more scribbles. “I didn’t want to leave you home alone” “Something urgent came up at work” “I can’t wait to be with you.”

The whole note felt ominous from the instability to the ragged scribble marks to cover what he had already written. The only legible part of the entire note was the sign off at the bottom:

“Love, Changkyun”

So, this maniac’s name is Changkyun. I don’t know a Changkyun. I can’t wait to be with you, must mean that there is a way in and out of the house. I wonder when he’ll come back, I might just have until the end of the day. Until the end of the day, I have a timeline now. I need to find a way out, and if not that, something to fight with.

This Changkyun guy is obviously wildly unstable. He’s a kidnapper, and therefore extremely dangerous.

Exiting the study, I left the door open and moved on to the next room in the hall. A regular bathroom, with regular soft towels, nothing under the sink but towels and toilet paper. Feeling emboldened after reading the note (and that the owner of the house is gone), I moved through the house relatively fast. The bedrooms upstairs still scared me but after mustering up all my courage and listening through the doors, they were just like any guest bedroom, no clothes in the closets but extra blankets at the foot of the beds. After realizing this, I grew to fear the master bedroom most.

Everything there was unequivocally mine. The dresser was stocked full of my clothes. The bathroom had my makeup on the counter, my hair care products in the cabinets, down to the toothpaste I use. Sure, he could have taken these things from my apartment, but everything was brand new. Even the nightstands, one contained a new shiny copy of my favorite book (the other sat empty).

I concluded that there really was no one else in the house. No other hostages and no other hostage-takers. Everything about the house was relatively normal, of course besides the fact that I was there. In all, there were two doors locked in the house besides the front door. One was in the downstairs hallway. It had a sticky note on it that read “Cleaning supplies DON’T TOUCH.” The other led to the garage, if the note saying “Garage, NO ENTRY” was credible.

The door to the garage was accessible through the kitchen, which was beautiful. It had large granite countertops with an island facing the backyard. There were two stoves, a walk-in pantry, an extensive liquor cabinet, and a fridge which held enough food to feed two families. It bled into the living room which had a large TV and phenomenal looking stereo system.

The back wall of the house was fully glass, floor to ceiling windows, and a sliding glass door that did not open. And the glass didn’t break, I tried several times. I was still too anxious to eat and I couldn’t bring myself to trust the water enough to drink.

I decided I would hide in one of the bedrooms. Hopefully, I could hide well enough that when this man came back tonight, I could stay hidden all night–or even better, slip out while he was busy looking for me. Tucking myself in the corner of one of the bedroom closets, I waited for Changkyun to arrive. All I could find to defend myself were the kitchen knives, there wasn't so much as a drop of cleaning solution accessible in the house, which I had hoped to spray in Changkyun’s eyes.

I sat all night, stricken with anxiety and thoughts riddled with what would happen if I didn’t make it out. Eventually, I became so haggard from the stress I passed out in the fetal position in the closet.

[deijiyong]

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2015 December 20th - Surprise !! (2/2)

You’re inspecting them when you notice someone shivering just next to the security office

They’re bouncing and running in place to get warm, lights shining off the front of their metal suitcase

You feel a pang of worry, if this guy was held up at the security office, it meant they were still working and Taeyong being this drunk would get him in trouble

You slap his arm

Idiot, get yourself together

Security is still working

Huh?

He trips and almost takes you down with him, but someone calling your name jerks you to a stop as you turn back to look at the body near the security office

Hello?

YN!

The body rushes over to you, a smile stretched over his face as his arms wrap tightly around you

He feels almost frozen, his lips are even turning blue and you press your hands holding the warmers to his cheeks

Kyun, what are you doing here?

How did you get here?

How did you know where I was?

(he looks to the boy pulling himself up off the ground)

I overheard a call between you and Jooheon a few months ago

You told Jiyeon you were at school in Seoul

I asked my parents if I could come see you

They said yes

You cannot be here though

I live in a girls’ dorm

They’re not going to let you on campus

Who the hell is that

(eyes changkyun) the wallpaper guy?

Wallpaper guy?

You drag Taeyong to his feet and stand back in front of Changkyun

I have our graduation photo as my phone wallpaper

Who is he?

What’s it to you, punk?

Tae, go to bed

(pouts) but I wanted to hang out with you

You sigh looking from Taeyong to Changkyun

Both look confused by the other and you’re not sure why

I’ll help you take him to his dorm

Changkyun grabs Taeyong’s arm and wraps it over his shoulders

Help me with my bag, please?

You grab his suitcase and wheel it behind you as you lead Changkyun towards the mixed dorm

It’s almost curfew so you’re not allowed to go inside, same with Changkyun

Go to bed, Tae

I’ll text you tomorrow (pouts)

Yeah, yeah whatever

Don’t ignore my text!

You always ignore my texts :(

Go

When he disappears inside you turn to look at Changkyun, he looks more relaxed than he did earlier when he first saw you

You release a breath and head towards your girl dorm, mind wondering how you can get the matron to let him stay just one night in your room

Asking that, as the one girl that has no friends besides Taeyong is probably going to cause problems whenever Changkyun leaves, but you don’t care about that right now

Wait here

Ok

You go into your dorm and head straight for the office

The matron is sitting behind her desk, hands running over the keyboard before you knock to get her attention

She looks tired

Hello Mrs. Kim

I know it’s not allowed, but I have a friend from abroad here

And I was wondering if he could stay for the night

Just tonight

Please

YN, dear, you know that’s not allowed

Mrs. Kim, I know it’s curfew soon and you will lock the doors

If I leave to get him to a hotel, I won’t be able to get back inside

You will dock me points for not being home

I’m sure you will dock me points for this request

Either way, I’ll have strikes against me

I just ask you let him stay one night

Please

Where is he?

Outside

In the cold? For how long?

I’m not sure? He was standing by the security office when I got back from dinner

(sighs) YN, one night

I don’t want to see him tomorrow

Yes, ma’am! 

I promise

She waves you off and you go to collect Changkyun from outside

He stops briefly, his lips are a deeper blue when he greets Mrs. Kim and thanks her for letting him stay the night

You rush him to the elevator and press the 5

You’re so dumb (laugh)

(pouts) I wanted to surprise you

I didn’t know how cold it would be

Now you know

The doors open and you rush him down to 5E, pushing him into the room before you then turn and lock it behind you

He stares at you for a moment, dropping his voice to a whisper

So scandalous

Miss YN has a man in her room

(you slap him) shut up, idiot

You turn and pull off your jacket, pushing Kyun down to the floor where the heat feels best and wrap your blanket around him

He watches you run around your room to put your things away

Bras and things that you would have never of left out if you knew he would be in your room

You change into your nightshirt and sit next to him on the ground

Changkyun wraps the blanket around you as well, grinning as he maneuvers you to lean against him like when you used to hang out

So who was the drunkard?

The guy who forced his way into my life

Normally, in a situation when he doesn’t have friends who know me, he wouldn’t be able to meet me 

It’s weird like that here

But he seems determined to be my friend (you shrug)

(squeezes you in his arms) seems like a nice guy

(eye roll) just say it

You think he has a crush on me like Jooheon and Jiyeon

I mean, yeah

But at least he has good taste

How has school been?

Lonely

Changkyun grabs your right hand that’s holding the blanket closed and laces his fingers between yours

I had a meltdown in the first semester

Jooheon barely saved me from doing something stupid

I didn’t really recover

I started drinking a lot and partying

Joo kept me on track with school, though

I heard you cursed him out about Jiyeon

Yeah, you know how strong Jiyeon is

But she had called me crying that Jooheon was cheating on her

I wasn’t just going to let it happen

That’s why he started going to see her once a month

Makes sense

You look up at him, his lips have some pink returning to them

Maybe you should sleep on the floor

It’s warmer

And your body is still thawing

(pouts) babe

Your health is more important than a sleepover, sir

You can tell he doesn’t like the thought, but you pull out a blanket set for him and place it as close to the bed as you can without having to step over him to get to your bed

He takes that time to change, leaving his suitcase open near your desk before he settles on the blankets you laid out for him

You’re sitting on your bed when you toss a pillow at him

I want my blanket back

I already gave you one

But (he grins) if I keep this one, you have to join me down here

Right?

Changkyun gives in when you just stare at him

You pull the blanket over your legs as you smile at him, happy to see him after so many months

We’ll find you a hotel tomorrow morning

Somewhere close to campus

Are you off for Christmas?

No

I have classes and a morning thing on Saturday

But we can hang out on Sunday

When do you go back?

The 28th?

Are you going to go back and visit your parents?

(shakes his head) probably not

I’m going to pay them back for this trip for sure

I promised my mom I would get a job when I go back

You turn off the light by your bed, eyes feeling heavy even though you’re happy your best friend is in Seoul with you for Christmas

(whispers) YN?

Hm?

I missed you

I missed you too

Author's Note: I had to break this chapter up because the tumblebeasts would've made it impossible to edit after posting. Sorry.

[nerdyjournals]

NERDY'S ROLLING REQUESTS

Since there's a lot of you now, HELLO!

Just wanted to let you guys know that I have rolling requests open!

Rolling requests means you guys can send in requests as long as my inbox is open, but there is no guarantee on when they get written. Plus writer's block hits more often than one thinks.

I do have a few points for this though.

No smut. I can write suggestive and flirty stuff as well as read the devil's tango, but when it comes to that spicy-spicy, I am uncomfortable being the one who writes it. Your local gremlin be 💜🤍🖤🩶.

I will be combining any prompts that seem similar to try and avoid too much repetition. This will only happen with 5 similar requests.

You can request texts AND imagines AND headcanons!

I currently only write for Stray Kids and Monsta X with the priority being SKZ. I don't know if I'll end writing for other groups, but that door is still cracked open.

I do have a tag system you guys can enter to be notified when I post! Just click this link!

See you guys later!

Nerdy out! 🩵

[baekhansol]

Heey.

I saw you write for Monsta X. so if you are okay with this, what about the boys reacting to you wanting to swim naked with them in a private pool??

I can't believe this was drafted and not posted wtf

shownu: the poor boy would be SHOOK. I see him getting super blushy, especially if he thinks you're kidding. but he'd be down to do it since it's a pivate pool.

wonho: one word. giggles! he'd run to the pool stripping. he would get in right away and be like, c'mon!! lets try! it's not even that he is eager to see you naked. okay maybe a little.

minhyuk: he would also be surprised, but if you remind him its private and no one would see he would do it.

kihyun: would strip right away. no giggles and no hesitation. if you're too slow, he is going to take your clothes off for you. dare I say he suggested it because he wants to see you naked?

hyungwon: now that he is beefed up, he is certain you just want to see his shoulders and thighs. I mean, guy's bathing suits are gonna cover those sexy legs, so-

jooheon: he would be shook and it would be so cute. he'd be down for it only after he was certain you didn't mean it as a joke. "my baby wants to see me naked? ok!"

changkyun: would think you just want pool sex. he would want to try, but he doesn't think it would be very comfortable for you. if you don't want sex, he would want to wear a bathing suit.

[thepinkcaffe]

Prettymanly_

Kirishima Ejirouxfemale!reader

600+words

Genre: Fluff, comfort

The muffled sounds of the city filled the room as you laid on your back basking in the calming atmosphere that engulfed the room. Kirishima’s head was resting on your stomach, your fingers gently combing through his soft strands. You looked down at him, taking in his sharp features from above. How he still managed to look soft even with his overmasculine appearance you didn’t know.

His eyes were closed, long eyelashes sitting softly on his cheekbones. You moved your finger away from his hair to trace gently the slightly crooked slope of his nose, the sharp line of his jawline and the cupid bow of his plump lips. Kirishima was indeed the most beautiful man you have ever seen in your life, and the fact that you could actually reach your hand and touch him, feel the warmth of his body, heat your cold fingertips made your heart clench. The intimacy that you shared allowed you to see him without filters, and him to free himself from the heavy expectations that the world outside of your room placed on him.  Even if sometimes it felt like it, It wasn’t a dream the grounding weight of his head proved it to you. But it wasn’t unusual for you to sometimes feel unworthy of him. He was so bright and eye-catching, his aura naturally drew people in, and on top of that he was also extremely successful at his job. On many occasions you had to watch his life unfold from the sidelines because there was nothing you could really do. It was hard not to feel like you didn’t really belong by his side and that maybe he would be better off with someone like Mina. His eyelids fluttered open, as if he could sense the negative thoughts running through your head,  his red eyes met yours in an instant catching you off guard, apparently he found your surprised expression amusing since his face broke into a contagiose grin that shaped his eyes into crescent moons and you couldn’t help but return it. “Don’t stare at me like that.” You said pushing his face to the side, he chuckled his deep voice rumbling low in his chest, his shark pointy teeth always showing. You felt his weight shift, Kirishima’s grinning face now at eye level with you, his hands at either side of your head, supporting his fraim above you. “ I can’t help It. You’re just too pretty.” You quirked an eyebrow, fake disdain painting your features. “ Just pretty ah!? I thought you said I was the most beautiful woman to walk this Earth, were you lying to me all along?” He laughed nuzzling his face against the crock of your neck, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of it sending shivers down your spine. “How could I ever lie to you? Of course you are the most beautiful woman to walk this Earth.” You hummed in approval engulfing his toned body with your arms, kissing the top of his head letting your finger draw imaginary patterns on his bare back. “Y/n you’re beautiful, but you’re so much more than that to me. I’m not good with words but, I don’t know… being with you just feels right.“ Kirishima played with the skin on your arm, pinching it lightly, to distract himself from the embarrassed blush he knew was growing on his cheeks.  “ I know that I should be okay with or without you, but when you’re not there, I can’t help but feel like something it’s missing, because I need you, I really do.” He shyly looked up at you, and you felt bad for letting your insecurities, question the sincerity of his feelling, that were nothing but genuine. “Was that cheesy?” You smiled. “Nah, it was pretty manly.”

[plus-const]

this is really random, but I'm back with my monsta x fanfic.

I wrote it originally in russian, then translated in english, and now I want to give it some audience here, because twitter fandom is rather chaotic when it comes to promotion, and I really think there are more readers who would be glad to read the story.

this is canon compliant changki fic, placed in 2019-2021, with lots of canon details and with a complicated development of the relationship between changkyun and kihyun (I ship them intensely and gently, so happy ending ofc)

I always wanted to read something like that, but there was no such story on ao3, so I had to write it myself. though I am a little bit self-conscious about my translation, I hope you like it ♥️

[bangtanstax]

a re-introduction

a while back, i dedicated some of my time to writing head cannons, one-shots, some longer stories and fake texts. everything was going well until life happened and i fell off the app. most recently, i realized that i actually missed running a tumblr and decided to give it a go again. 

i hope y’all enjoy it

[jnginlov]

wip list

↼ directory

can i walk you home?

⇀ ongoing (updates on fridays)

baby fever

⇀ fiancé!san x reader, san would make a great dad

bouncy

⇀ idol!jongho x reader, cheesy fluff

clubbing

⇀ yeosang x reader, going out with your bf

waterbomb

⇀ idol!mingi x idol!reader, getting to see ateez at waterbomb was a dream come true

down bad

⇀ seonghwa x reader, he’s a certified simp

clingy drunk partner

⇀ ateez reaction to you being more affectionate when drunk

[dr-m-r-ma]

Follow Me

Genre: angst, drama Rating: PG 13

Part XVI

He tried to run after her as soon as she left. But his feet wouldn’t move past the doorway of his place.

The managers told Shownu to not step a foot out of the dorm, stay indoors, no matter what. They limited his time with the other members, fearful that the stalking may affect the members as well. The agency even forbade Shownu from going to his personal studio temporarily, which meant he couldn’t work out… and get his mind off of the current situation.

So he stood frozen with one arm holding the front door open and his feet glued to the floor. His mind was racing – he knew Eunjoo would be pissed again if he ran after her with worry. It was also clear in his mind that it was especially unsafe for him. Even so, he was still worried about Eunjoo’s shoulder wound that hasn't healed completely.

She seemed to care for the wound and replace her bandage when she was sure he was sleeping in his room. Unfortunately, due to the increase in disturbing events, Shownu tossed and turned in his bed often. Unable to sleep for more than two hours, he would wake up multiple times throughout the night. It almost became a habit for him to wake up, get up to get some water, but hear soft and short groans of pain coming from the living room. He would stand with one hand on his door handle, unable to open it and get water like nothing’s wrong. He could only helplessly stand against the door until the sounds disappeared, and only then, would he walk back to his bed to try to fall asleep again.

Remembering those nights again, Shownu decided to look for her after all.

And so he ran.

He sprinted past the main streets and into the alleys.

Even if he couldn’t hear footsteps running or panting from running, he could still faintly hear a metallic scraping sound. And that was the only thing that tipped him off – Eunjoo was probably chasing after the same sound.

When he discovered her, he realized he only had a fraction of a second to decide what to do and where to go. Shownu could see her figure hunched – she was all tensed up – and his mind clicked when he saw her shift into a defensive stance.

His arms swiftly reached out for her. One hand wrapped around her mouth to muffle her surprise, while the other pulled her body close, as he stepped backwards into a narrow alley on the side. Her body instantly tensed up, but as soon as they were hidden by the tall walls and only the most limited light was shining upon them, Shownu showed his face to Eunjoo. And once she recognized him, he thought of letting go quietly.

Except, under the dimmest, almost non-existent, light they had, he could still see her wild anger flare up in her eyes. Eunjoo’s arms went up to throw him off of her, instantly knocking his hand off of her mouth, while Shownu panicked. After all, they were still almost right next to the suspects. Without thinking, his arms roughly pulled her back – accidentally slamming her against the cold brick wall.

“윽…” (Translation: “Urgh…”)

In the dead silent night when they were being extra careful to not get caught, Eunjoo’s pained groan stood out like a pencil dropping in an empty library.

‘제발… 그냥 가라… 제발 가…’ (Translation: ‘Please… just go…. Please leave….’) Shownu chanted in his mind.

Nevertheless, the sound of gravel being crushed and twisted, as if heavy shoes pivoted on small rocks, sent chills up Shownu's spine.

“뭐지 진짜?” (Translation: “Really, what was that?”)

In the darkness, Shownu could see a glint in Eunjoo’s eyes, and somehow he just knew that she would pretend like she wasn’t hurt and step forward in front of them.

Her hands attempted to push him away, just as he predicted. This time, however, he didn’t budge. In fact, the male idol stood firm and stared down at the officer. He could faintly see the protruded, frowning eyebrows and the shadows of her lips turned upside down.

With only the thought that he had to divert Eunjoo’s attention away from her discomfort while staying quiet, one hand reached down and over to her hand. He could sense her flinch at his touch, but he quickly raised his other hand to his mouth and motioned her to stay quiet. He couldn’t exactly read her expression, but she did indeed stay silent and still as his hand folded over her hand.

“고양이였나? 그냥 가자.” (Translation: “Maybe it was a cat? Let’s just go.”) The man said. His footsteps started to get farther away.

The female voice muttered, “고양이 싫은데…” (Translation: “I hate cats…”) Her steps moved away as well.

As the sounds of their voices and footsteps started to dissipate, Shownu became more aware of the sounds coming from Eunjoo – her erratic breathing and almost strained pants for air. He hadn’t noticed before due to sheer panic, but he suddenly realized how sweaty her hand was in his hand… was that also his sweat because he was anxious? He tried to look down into her eyes, but her head was tilted downwards.

Knowing he couldn’t utter a word for fear that the suspects might turn back around again, he squeezed her hand lightly.

No response.

Another light squeeze.

Eunjoo finally raised her head and Shownu’s heart nearly leapt out of his body. She had those same fiery eyes from that night they argued but the hair framing her face stuck to her face. He could see the dimmest light reflected on the sweat rolling down the sides of her cheeks.

His eyes darted around and he tried to squint his ears, if that was even possible, to hear if there was anyone around. After all, the other members always told Shownu how much he sucked at whispering, that his whispers sounded both loud and soft at the same time, that he sounded like a bear growling a guttural sound. In the time he was contemplating, his ears twitched when they heard the faint sound of sirens.

*Fwump*

‘아… 들었구나…’ (Translation: ‘Ah… [she] heard it too…’) he thought.

Eunjoo had yanked her hand out of his hand and shoved him with probably all her remaining strength, making him hit the other wall of the alley lightly. As if she lost all her strength, she slowly slid down her side of the wall with one hand over her shoulder.

The sirens sounded closer and Shownu finally asked quietly, “괜찮으세요?” (Translation: “Are you okay?”)

However, before she even uttered a sound, he saw her remove her hand from her shoulder. She winced and he could see something wet shining on her fingertips.

Shit.

“누나!!” (Translation: “Eunjoo[-noona]!!”)

Footsteps closed in and Shownu looked at the two people who ran into the alley with flashlights. He recognized the male officer as the one who ran Eunjoo’s errands. The one she didn’t avoid. The other, a female officer he didn’t recognize, asked rapidly, “뭐야, 너 어떻게 된거야?? 무슨 상황이야?” (Translation: “What the, what happened to you?? What’s the situation?”)

“윽… 혹시 올때 수상한 사람들 못 봤어? 남자 한명… 하고 여자… 한명.” (Translation: “Ugh… did you guys see any suspicious people on your way here? One man… and one… female.”) Eunjoo asked, words thrown out in between her irregular breathing.

The two officers looked at each other with worry before both shaking their heads.

Eunjoo muttered, “아… 씨발.. 부.. 분명히… 그 여자 목소리 어디서 들어봤..는데…” (Translation: “Ah… fuck.. I could.. Could have sworn… I heard that.. woman’s voice before…”) The female officer quickly took out her phone and seemed to request for additional backup to search the area and request for nearby CCTV. Strangely enough, they didn’t seem to realize that Eunjoo’s words started to stutter more and before the other officers could ask her any questions, Shownu saw her body slump to the side.

“어–!!” (Translation: “Hey–!!”) Shownu shouted, with one finger pointing towards Eunjoo.

The male officer immediately crouched to Eunjoo’s side. “누나!! 정신차려봐!!” (Translation: “[Noona]!! Wake up!!”)

The other officer also rushed to Eunjoo, but was on the phone again. “차 한대 여기로 보내. 지금 은주 병원으로 데리고 가야해.” (Translation: “Send a car here. We need to take Eunjoo to the hospital right now.”) She looked briefly up at Shownu before she answered the person on the call, “아니, 팀장님에게 보고드려 – 의뢰인은 무사하다고… 태용선배에겐 내가 이따가 말 할테니까 넌 팀장님한테 바로 전화 해.” (Translation: “No, report to Team Leader [Baek] that the client is safe… I’ll tell Tae-yong[-sunbae] later so you just call Team Leader [Baek] right away.”)

Just as she hung up, they heard a siren approach closer and tires squeaking past through the gravel. Headlights shone near the closest entrance of their alley and the male officer took it as his cue to pull Eunjoo’s arms over his shoulders and around his neck. “헙!” (Translation: “Oof!”) As he stood, he looped each of his arms around her legs to carry her safely on his back.

The other officer warned him to set her down in the car carefully before turning to Shownu. Her eyes met his, but he wanted to turn away from them. They weren’t as cold as Eunjoo’s but they weren’t welcoming either. Her facial expression showed no signs of sympathy or warmth. He wasn’t sure if her eyes meant to throw daggers at him or if she just normally looked like that in the dark. She was rigid even as she motioned him to get into the car wordlessly.

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TBC

[taexual]

Montsa x fake dating pleaseeee

hope you enjoy, love!

monsta x / fake dating

[deijiyong]

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2015 December 5th - Changkyun Makes A Plan

Changkyun stares at his computer screen

In a week, he would be free to go home and relax with his parents

He had been looking forward to it since he had made the plans back before he even left his hometown, but now, it felt empty

His phone rings, pulling his attention

Hey mom

Hey sweetie, are you excited to come home?

YN’s mom cannot wait to see you!

What about YN?

Well,, 

It’s fine, Mom, I know she’s not going to a community college

When did you find out?

Are you okay?

I’m fine 

It’s a lie, even he can hear how odd his lie sounds

His mom must read him like a book, but she doesn’t say anything

I was wondering

Since she cannot come home for Christmas, could I visit her in Seoul?

I really want to see her

Well, I’m sure dad wouldn’t mind

Are you sure that’s what you want?

We were going to throw a big Christmas party for you

(sluggishly) I miss her so much

It’s been hard knowing that I wouldn’t get to see her for Christmas

I want to surprise her

Do it

Just make sure you visit us for Spring break or summer

I can do that

Tell dad I’ll pay him back

I’ll get a job when I get back

Don’t worry

He’ll understand

As soon as he ends the call, Changkyun books a flight from the airport near his college to Seoul

He bounces in his desk chair, excitement filling him as he thinks about finally getting to see you again

It had been the one thing keeping him going

And now it was renewed

He would get to see you again before the end of the month

That, he could handle

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Not Of The Imagination

Summary: Spencer claims he has a girlfriend. Derek does not believe him at all.

Word Count: 1,614

Warnings: fluff, a bit OOC Derek

Derek Morgan is a ladies man. He knows how to talk to women, charm them into a flustered mess and get a number from them with ease. His charm is a weapon, something he knows how to use better than his gun. 

Spencer Reid is not a ladies man. He rambles people away and becomes flustered so easily that people think his skin tone is red. 

Derek Morgan is a charmer. Spencer Reid is the charmed. 

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Friday afternoon. Everyone was ready to go home and spend the weekend doing whatever they wanted. Weekend plans were the topic of conversation at the moment with the bullpen attendees.

“So pretty boy, where are you doing this weekend?” Morgan asked. A teasing smile playing on his lips. Derek Morgan wasn’t a bully. He was anything but a bully, however, he was a brother. And brothers are known to tease their little siblings to no end. And Spencer was lucky enough to become Derek’s little brother. 

 “There’s this Korean Film festival happening throughout the next week. All foods, music and movies will be played in korean. Which is exciting since my girlfriend had wanted to brush up on her language skills and I thought this would be a great surprise for her.” Spencer missed the look of surprise on his friends faces when the word ‘girlfriend’ had left his mouth. Especially Morgan’s face. 

“Girlfriend?” Emily questioned softly. She was still a bit new to the team, but this was the first time a girlfriend was mentioned, especially attached to Spencer’s name.

“Wait what! Spencer, you have a girlfriend?” Derek questioned in disbelief. It’s not like he didn’t think that Spencer couldn’t get a girlfriend, but it’s still a complete shock that the shy, can’t talk to college kids his age, stuttering mess actually has a girlfriend. 

“Yeah, Her name’s Y/n. We’ve actually been dating for about 3 years now.” The goofy grin that broke out onto Spencer’s face was convincing enough for the women. But apparently not enough for Derek. 

“Really?” Spencer could hear the disbelief in Derek’s voice. He knew that the proclaimed ladies man, didn’t believe that he ‘scored’. But Spencer really didn’t care if he believed him or not. 

He still had you at the end of the day, that’s all that mattered to him. 

“Okay, what’s her last name?” Morgan asked.

“L/n.” Spencer answered without hesitation. He had a feeling that some of the asked questions are going to be the same that his mother asked him when he confessed that he was seeing someone. 

Derek nodded, trying to look convinced. “What’s her-” 

Before he even had the chance to finish his next question Spencer beat him to it. “She’s working as a barista at the moment because she’s going back to school to be a teacher. We met when we were 20 and started dating at 22. She’s kind and patient. She also really loves me and we are talking about moving in together after she graduates with her masters.” 

The small group was stunned at the flood of information. Emily, JJ and Penelope all began gushing about his girlfriend, happy that their resident genius had found someone that is making him happy. 

Derek, happy for his brother, still didn’t believe him. The girl sounded perfect for him, too perfect. Almost like he had conjured her up. 

“Do you have a picture of her?” Penelope was the first to ask. 

“No, sadly. All the pictures we have together are taken on her phone and they don’t transfer well when she sends them to me.” Spencer explained. The women deflated a bit hearing his explanation. 

“How convenient.” Morgan muttered. Penelope was the one who heard him. She snapped her head in his direction, fixing him with a glare. Derek only held his hands up in mock surrender. 

The group slowly began to disperse when paperwork began to pile up on each of their respective desks. The new shift of conversation began to fizzle out. Everyone now began to focus on the important work ahead of them before they could go home at 6. 

Except for Derek Morgan. The new revelation, still fresh in his brain. The Spencer Reid, the boy genius that stutters when given a simple compliment, has a girlfriend.

He has to see it to believe it at that point.

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Derek didn’t get his confirmation until 3 months later. When he had almost forgotten that Spencer had claimed he had a girlfriend. 

A beautiful h/c had walked into the bullpen with a visitor badge clipped to her turtleneck sweater. She had a drink carrier in on hand and a plastic bag in the other. 

She stood near the glass doors, clearly looking for someone. A small frown appeared on her lips as the object of her delivery seemed to not be in the room. 

Morgan saw the contemplation on her face whether she was on the right floor or not. She took a step back towards the double glass doors, before Derek got up to give a helping hand. 

He calmly approached the pretty woman before calling out to her, “Excuse me miss, is there something you need help with.” 

The h/c turned at his voice, Derek could see slight recognition within her eyes. A small smile graced her lips before she spoke, “You must be Derek Morgan.” 

The named man furrowed his eyebrows. He had never met this woman before in his life, even if he had Derek would’ve remembered her face. 

The woman saw the confusion on his face as well as the slight guard he put up after she said his name. The h/c’s realization kicked in and her panic set in. “Oh no, I’m not dangerous. My boyfriend had told me a lot about you. Even showed me a photo of you. Well not of you but a group picture and pointed you out. And I’ve always been good at remembering faces. So when I saw you I just knew that you were Derek Morgan. Again I’m not dangerous.” 

Her lengthy explanation reminded him of the resident genius that was approaching the two of them. 

Spencer was very confused when he saw Derek Morgan speaking with his girlfriend of 3 years. He was even more confused when he saw her panicked expression and the slight wave of her hands as she tried to explain something. 

Spencer pulled open the glass doors to the bullpen and turned towards the interesting conversation that was happening. He didn’t get much of it, just the last bit where Y/n said ‘I’m not dangerous’. 

“What’s going on here?” The brunette male asked. He looked between his favorite people waiting for one of them to answer. 

“Oh, hello love. I was just coming over to see if you wanted to have lunch with me. I had a half day at work for class but then my professor canceled class last minute because he wasn’t feeling well.” Y/n had gestured to the food in her arms at the mention of lunch. 

She had swung by their favorite Thai place. Having not been there for a few weeks because of Spencer’s busy schedule and Y/n’s guilt for eating it without him. Spencer smiled widely at the offer of food and his lover for his break. 

“I’d love to honey. We can eat at my desk if you’d like.” Spencer offered. Grabbing the drinks from her to make the load easier to carry. 

Derek watched the exchange between them. Only putting everything together when you call Spencer ‘love’. 

“Holy shit she’s real.” He had meant to say it in his head. But the statement slipped out, causing the two of you to look at him with confusion. 

“You didn’t think she was real?” Spencer asked.

“Well, no. Just that she sounded really perfect for you so I had a hard time believing it at first. But then I met her and she literally reminded me of you.” Derek tried to explain but it didn’t sound all too convincing. 

Spencer and Y/n looked at each other before laughing. Y/n had just met Derek and he thought she was someone that Spencer made up. Their giggles made Derek feel stupid.

And that’s something he doesn’t feel often (not counting the times Spencer made him feel stupid). 

Y/n had calmed down first before holding out her free hand for Derek to shake, “Hi, my name is Y/n L/n. I’m going back to school to be a teacher but currently I’m working as a barista. I’ve been told I’m patient and kind. Spencer and I have been dating since we were 22 but we met when we were 20.” 

Y/n then spared a glance at Spencer before asking, “Same intro you gave him right?” 

Spencer nodded with a smile before kissing the crown of her head, “Yep same one you gave to my mom.” 

Derek looked between the young couple content on the evidence presented to him. Derek took Y/n’s hand and shook it giving a greeting of his own, “It’s nice to meet you Y/n. I’m Derek Morgan and I’ve become Spencer’s big brother. So don’t you go breaking his heart.” 

The toothy smile was answer enough, but Y/n couldn’t resist her response, “Wouldn’t dream of it.” 

Spencer had excused the two of them to go eat lunch at his desk. Spencer was happy that his lives were starting to blend together.

He’s especially glad that his favorite people were able to meet each other once and for all. Even though one of them thought the other was a figment of his imagination.

[moonhoures]

All Of Me

🕷️ kinktober — day 7: breeding kink / creampie 🕸️

pairing: jooheon (monsta x) + reader (afab/fem)

genre: idol!au, mild angst, fluff, smut

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, established relationship, unprotected sex, creampie, mention of pregnancy (but no actual pregnancy), mention of joo’s military enlistment

word count: ~2.1k

synopsis: you and your idol bf tenderly enjoy one more night together before his enlistment

a/n: dedicating this to my fav jooheon stan @carronpatrick 💕 hope you enjoy it 🫂 also, there’s not much of a breeding kink aspect to this, i’ve realized, so i removed that from the tagline 🙃

posted: october 7, 2023

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So here it was. The day you had been dreading ever since you and Jooheon first started dating. On top of dealing with the hardships of dating an idol—a very successful and famous one at that—you also had to deal with his leaving for military service. He reminded you of it every once in a while, and for the longest time it felt so far away. But now the day had arrived on your doorstep with no remorse, no empathy.

“Don’t look so sad,” your boyfriend tried to lighten the mood as you two sat at the edge of your bed. He had come over to spend the night with you and pick up some of his things from your apartment. He was set to leave for his enlistment two days from now, so this was the last day you had him all to yourself until he would go, “Eighteen months will pass faster than you think. And it’s not like we won’t be able to see or talk to each other.”

“I know,” you put all your energy into speaking with no sign of distress, but your voice betrayed you with a wobble. Jooheon frowned a little, resting his arm around your shoulders as you started to sniffle and tears pricked at your eyes.

“I’ll talk to you as often as I can. That’s a promise. You remember I made you that promise the first year we dated,” he reminded you of that night. Of course, the memory was engrained in your mind like a movie you had just seen yesterday—most of your memories with him were. You recalled you two sitting on the couch, sipping on some beer and eating take-out. He had just finished a media run for Monsta X’s most recent comeback, and he had finally got a night off to spend with you. The topic of his enlistment came up and brought down the mood, but somehow Jooheon always knew what to say to make you feel better.

“_________, I promise, on everything I own and love, that during my enlistment I will use any means and any time I have to talk to you, first and foremost,” even a little tipsy, with his hands jokingly on his chest and in the air (respectively), he managed to say those words so sincerely. You had no choice but to trust his words back then. And even now, you trusted him with everything you had.

“I feel so dumb for crying. It’s not like you’re leaving forever,” you wiped your eyes with the back of your hands, and the smallest smile finally cracked your lips when his laugh sounded from beside you.

“Exactly,” he said, “I’ll be back sooner than you think. And I’ll be sure to set aside lots of time just for us. Just for you,” he corrected himself, pressing a kiss to your head. When you looked up at him, his eyes softened at the redness and teariness in your own. His hand reached up to hold your chin still while he leaned down to give you a tender kiss.

It was a wonder that Jooheon always knew what to say in every situation, but especially without saying anything at all. It was like he spoke with his body language too. Because the kiss he gave you then seemed to whisper it’ll be okay. His other hand holding your waist assured you i’ll always be here when you need me, even if i’m not physically here. The way he rested his forehead against yours after pulling away said i’ll always be yours.

“When you get back-” you started speaking tentatively, and to your surprise, your words came out more confident than before, “-we’re not leaving this bed for a few days, at least. You understand?”

His brows raised and his dimples made an appearance as he chuckled. He nodded, biting his lip subtly before replying, “I was already planning on that. Make sure you have the condoms stocked when I get back.”

As he leaned in for another kiss, your hands were holding onto the fabric of his shirt, feebly attempting to keep him closer, “But I wanna feel you when you get back. Not latex.”

You tried not to smirk against his lips when you felt a low rumble from his chest into his throat.

“Fuck, don’t get me started, _______,” he whined, his hand already going back to your face. His fingers caressed your jaw as his eyes traced between your eyes and lips. Everything in him was begging to have you in that moment.

“Come on, Joo. One more time before you go?” you breathed out against his cheek in between the kisses you pressed to it.

You could feel his breathing getting heavier, and one glance at his lap let you know he was at least considering it. You tested the waters by leaning down and kissing under his jaw, his weak spot. You hummed, “Please.”

Your boyfriend merely groaned in response before he was taking your face in his hands, bringing your lips to his in an abrupt, smashing kiss. He took control easily, you always melted into putty in his hands. You molded to him in any way he manipulated you. He had eased you onto your back, your thighs at the edge of the bed as he continued to make out with you fervently.

Despite how tender and careful he was in his touches, there was an underlying, waiting sense of ferociousness. Like he was waiting for the perfect moment to unleash on you. And you couldn’t wait for the moment to come. You tried to coax it from him, using your fingers to grip at his back. You urged him closer with the rocking of your hips, with the nudging of your feet against his ass. He simply chuckled at your attempts, finding you cute when you were so desperate for him.

He whispered sweet nothings to you as you both discarded your clothing, utters of how beautiful you looked. How good you would feel. How he already couldn’t wait to come back even though he hadn’t left yet. Before the sadness could settle in you again, you were moaning at the feeling of his bare cock resting over your pelvis. His lips peppered kisses all over your chest as his hand pumped his erection in preparation for you. He smiled to himself when you started to move your hips up, quietly exhorting him to fuck you.

“Are the condoms still in the drawer?” he asked you, starting to peel himself away so he could go get them.

You stopped him, hands holding onto his biceps for dear life, “We don’t need to use them. If this is the last time we do this before you go, I want to feel you, Jooheon. Just you.”

Your boyfriend’s dick twitched, and he leaned back down to capture your lips again. He was so whipped for you. His heart skipped a beat when he felt your body pressed up against his. When he heard the sounds you made for him. When he felt how wet you were already. His fingertips swiped up your slit, and he relished in the airy moans you let out before he circled your clit.

“I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me,” he said, watching your resolve crumble beneath his touch, “It’s been so long since we did it raw.”

It was; over a year, in fact. And it nearly didn’t happen at all. The two of you were getting hot and heavy in his car one day on a road trip, and had gotten to the best part before realizing neither of you had a condom on you. After a minute of panic, you decided to say fuck it and went through with your actions anyway. But you lived in anxiety afterwards. You weren’t really nervous about getting pregnant with Jooheon’s kid, though being pregnant at all did make your stomach sink. But you were more so nervous about tarnishing Jooheon’s career and/or reputation. You wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if you were the cause of such turmoil. Luckily, you didn’t fall pregnant, but you two swore not to do it with condom again until you were both sure that’s what you wanted to do. Now just felt right.

“I want to feel you,” you repeated eagerly, getting impatient. You could feel him lining up at your entrance, his hand still stroking his erection.

“You’ll feel me, baby. All of me.”

Boy, did you. You sucked in a breath as he sunk between your folds, filling you to the brim with his thick length. You watched his face screw up with a disgruntled expression as he felt your tight walls constrict him. He forgot how good you felt like this.

“Holy shit,” he grunted.

You smiled, urging him to start thrusting by pulling on his waist with your hands. Your nails lightly dug into his skin. He hissed while he pulled out, barely keeping his tip in before thrusting back into you slowly. His hips bucked into yours in a growing rhythm. Heavy breaths and the sounds of wet kissing surrounded you two. It was like the two of you made lustful music when you made love. That’s what it always was with him. “Fucking” didn’t sound right to Jooheon. If he was going to have sex with you, he was going to pour in every ounce of his love and appreciation for you that he could muster.

He drilled into you, but his lips were soft and smooth in the way they touched your body, wherever they could reach. He made sure to tell you how good you made him feel and how well you took him. Little did you know that it was mostly because he could feel the effect it had on you. Every touch, every kiss, every word had your insides fluttering, your pussy clenching on him as if he would disappear if you didn’t. In a way, he was going to disappear, you supposed.

“I’m going to miss you so much,” you pouted, feeling that sinking sensation in your stomach as you felt tears welling up in your eyes again.

Jooheon’s hips faltered as he made eye contact with you. His orbs began to mirror yours briefly before he pulled himself together. He continued to thrust into you, softer than before, “I’ll miss you so much more, trust me. I’m gonna think about you every second of every day. Gonna count down the minutes until I can see you again.”

“Joo,” you moaned as you felt your climax building in your lower belly. Your leg muscles were tensing up from the impending sensation.

“Baby,” he whimpered, on the brink of his own release. This was the only bad part of not using a condom; you felt too good. There was no way in hell he could last as long as he usually did. All he could do was hope that you would want round two, and maybe a round three, or four . . .

“Want you to cum inside.”

“I will,” he nodded, eyelids closing tight as he shuddered. He was so close, “Gonna take it all?”

“Mhm,” you hugged around his shoulders, drawing him close until his forehead was on yours. He pressed a haphazard kiss to your nose out of passion, and you chuckled softly.

“Fuc-“ he couldn’t even finish before he was cumming, painting your core. He shook under your touch, his strength wavering under the weight of his orgasm. “Holy shit, that feels so good. You feel so good. I wish you could feel this the way I do.”

Your head was spinning from the way he talked you through it. You could only moan out his name as you came after him, his warmth filling you up sending you over the edge, “Oh my God.”

“That’s it,” he kissed your neck, then he leaned down to hug you properly. It felt oddly nice having his body weight on you, like a comforting blanket.

You would miss this. Not just the love-making, but all of it. Him. You would miss him. It was hard enough being away from him most days due to his job, but having him be unavailable for long periods of time was going to be a form of hell. All you wanted to do was have him like this all the time. All to yourself. You wanted to be able to kiss him and hold him whenever you felt like it. You didn’t want to worry about him up and leaving at any time for any reason. You wanted to have him completely. Was it still selfishness if it was out of pure, uncontainable love?

“Eighteen months,” you didn’t realize you had said it out loud until Jooheon pulled away to regard you with a crestfallen nod.

“Eighteen months,” he confirmed. You prayed that it would be the fastest year and six months of your life.

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