step one: allow yourself some semblance of a smile. your grief is not an iron cage and you are not trapped. you are allowed to mourn your own innocence, even if you barely remember how it felt.
step two: hold his hand. you want to, even if you won’t admit it outloud. you want to take him and keep him so close to your chest that the world never has another chance to lash out, but if it did you’d be stood like a shield, like a guardian angel even the devil would avoid. it’s okay. it’s okay. hold his hand.
step three: you don’t have to say the words for them to be true; at this point the “i love you"s are as natural as breathing, noiseless and soft. when you look at the stars you see the same light you find in his eyes everyday.
step four: give yourself a chance to heal. it might take a while. it might take years. your past is a minefield no one taught you to navigate before now, but you are strong and you are loved and that’s enough (it has to be enough).
step five: you gave him a key, a home, a reason to wake up with a smile and he gave you a reason to look forward to what was once a grey-scale future, now bathed in a shade of blue even the ocean would envy.
Summary: AU where Taemin is a fallen star and Jonghyun is really confused
Notes: I was super inspired by this picture of taemin (below) and i just had to write something aoehgiosfgn
he was completely naked from head to toe, bare skin glowing just slightly in the pale light where the dirt wasn’t speckled over it. and his hair. his hair was an obnoxious shade of bubblegum pink. jonghyun edged toward the rubble hesitantly, prepared to bail if the naked kid in the hole gave him any trouble. his thumb was pressed against the smooth surface of his phone, ready to dial an emergency hotline at any moment.
“You know, when I said make yourself comfortable, I’m pretty damn sure I didn’t mean that comfortable — god almighty’, the storm might be over but it’s still winter. Get dressed before you freeze to fucking death…”
“I Blame The Black Leather”Part 1 - Spencer Reid x Reader
Title: “I Blame The Black Leather” - Part 1
Warnings: Neck kisses, teasing, mentions of sex
Waking up that morning, you had the urge to make yourself look pretty. You took a brisk shower, quickly drying your hair and straightening it. You put on makeup, not too much, and put on matte red lipstick. You wore a cotton black sweater and a crow black leather bubble skirt.
You said good morning to your neighbour, putting on your black sneakers. You ran down the stairs of your apartment quickly skidding your feet when you reached the room you wished to go to. You rapped at the door smiling to yourself. The door opened and you were face to face with a very handsome, and very dashing, Spencer Reid. He had a satchel slung over his shoulder and his breath held a slight scent of coffee. He stared at you wide-eyed, he knew you were pretty, but that day, you were beautiful and drop dead gorgeous. His mouth gaped open and his pupils dilated.
You had always had a thing for Liam but you didn’t know if he felt the same. You weren’t the type of person to just ask him and wonder if he liked you just the same. Lydia tried many times to get you to just ask him or even flirt with him, but you refused.
Today was no different. It was Friday, the day in the week where you dressed your best for school, to make yourself feel pretty. When you walked into the lunch room, Lydia’s eye lit up, her first words were ‘You look great. Liam is going to love you’ causing Malia and Kira to exchange a look, completely oblivious to the fact you were head over heels in love with Liam.
As the three of you waited for the boys to show up, Lydia busied herself applying lipgloss to your lips, pinching your cheeks for color and fluffing your hair, telling you to sit up and puff out your chest so he looks at your boobs. You thought she was being ridiculous, purposely ruining your lipgloss drinking out of a soda can, leaving pick glittery residue on it instead of your lips.
“Hey, [Y/N].” You heard, causing you to turn around seeing Liam looking down at you, his blue eyes shining and a dazzling smile playing on his lips. Stammering out a hi, you told him he could sit next to you after he asked, making him laugh from seeing you so nervous.
Throughout lunch, you made conversation with everyone but Liam, feeing his eyes on you at random points of the hour, making you squirm.
“So, [Y/N], what are you doing this weekend? Got a date? Any plans?” Lydia asked, her eyes wide, shifting from you to Liam who was too busy looking at you for an answer to notice Lydia’s obvious stares.
“Noting, Lydia.” You said firmly, trying to tell her to stop staring. “I don not have a date this weekend, I have never had a date in my life, why would I have one now, Lyd?”
Shrugging, Lydia laughed, “I just thought that someone in this damn awful school would have noticed how great you are and look and ask you out. You’re a catch, [Y/N]…”
“She’s right, [Y/N], you do look great.” Liam spoke up, everyone looking at him with wide, surprised eyes. I opened my mouth to speak until the bell rung, saving you from further embarrassment.
Gathering your things, you practically ran out, probably making Coach Finstock proud with your speed. Making it to your locker, you replayed over and over in your head Liam telling you that you looked great, spinning the combination in the lock, stacking your things inside, preparing yourself for the next class you had, conveniently with Liam.
“[Y/N]?” Turning you were met with Liam’s stunning blue eyes, sadness behind them. “Look I don’t know if what i said offended you or made you uncomfortable in anyway, but I’m sorry, okay? I jut thought I’d tell you how great you looked today, well everyday, because well…god why is it so hard to talk to you?” he asked himself, rubbing the back of his neck as he squeezed his eyes shut. “I like you, [Y/N], okay? I like you.”
“Excuse me?” you said, stunned.
“I like you and if you really don’t have a date this weekend, will you be mine?” He stared at you, waiting for your answer. When you didn’t Liam pouted his lips, looking at you with puppy dog eyes. “Pretty please?”
Laughing at how cute he was, you nodded your head, smiling and telling him yes. After that, Liam waited for you to get ready for class and walked you to class, you two finally talking in a carefree manner you loved so much.
Even though we’ve already long proclaimed ourselves part of visual kei, sometimes, I feel a tremendous sense of defeat. There’s so many more amazing conceptual artists out there than us; completely different genres. The new trends are born from completely different places…Right now, we’re reviewing our stance.
For example, something I’m revising (my thoughts on) in visual kei–it’s a given that one would wear eyeshadow. Why eyeshadow? Why make yourself all pretty? Because it’s ‘visual kei’? One by one, as I dig deeper into this, I sometimes realize there are just some questions that have no answers. That’s where I’m starting to put things in order.
There are probably so many incredible people on here who are completely qualified with a shitload of experience in graphic design and adobe creative suite, and are amazingly dedicated fans of RT/community members. I hope y'all can put together some beautiful professional portfolios and give it a shot, because so many of you would be perfect for it and I think you’d own it tbh.