thats a long story i wont go into it

ok since im finally done planning out the whole story, here’s the 2 main characters for that webcomic ive wanted to make B)

the one on the left is corrie, the one on the right is cadell who’s actually from a different planet, and the plot is kind of an alien murder mystery story. i plan to post it next year but i can still talk about some not-exactly-plot-related stuff lmao

TEACHING VIXX - CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

I’m so sorry this is so delayed guys! I was so busy with finals and trying to prepare everything to graduate.

 I was going to post two chapters for y'all but I was afraid it would be confusing because tumblr would show the second chapter first. So, I just made it one LONG chapter. I hope thats ok.

 I’m already starting the next chapter so I should be able to post again soon. Also, I’ve started brainstorming for Ravi’s hybrid fic. Thanks for reading this! Really!! It makes me so happy that people like this silly little story I started writing. You guys are awesome!

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 "No, put your leg over me like this.“

"But-”

“C'mon, honey, you have to move or it wont work.”

“I’m trying here. Its not my fault you’re a giant.”

“Well, you’ll have to get use to it sooner or later. If you don’t follow my lead, its going to hurt.”

“Well, I’ve never done this before. I’ve only seen videos, I’ve never actually done it.”

“I know. But you just have to trust me and I promise it’ll work." 

"Okay, I’ll try.”

In a split second, Taekwoon flipped your body until you were underneath him. It had been a month since you all had returned from the vacation house. Taekwoon was currently giving you self-defense lessons but you were trying very hard not to blush with every move he made on you. The fact that he was hovering over you now with his hands pinning your wrists down did not help. You were having a difficult time concentrating.

“Now, fight.”

This had to be the tenth time already that you tried to get out of his holds. You were determined at first but the last couple of run-thoughs your mind was wandering from its original intention. He was so focused on teaching that apparently the intimacy of the situation hadn’t hit him yet. You had yet to defeat him so you decided to change your tactic. Raising your head up you got as close to his face as possible.

“But I don’t want to fight. I like right where I’m at, honestly.”

Taekwoon blinked a couple of times and his lips parted in initial confusion. You settled your head back down on the floor and watched as the realization hit him and his expression changed. He smiled, faint glow taking over his eyes as he leaned down to close the gap. As soon as his lips ghosted over yours you brought your knees up and bucked your whole body upwards. The motion effectively caught him off-guard and you were able to flip him over. You quickly sprang to your feet so he couldn’t grab you again. The feeling of finally beating him made you jump in excitement.

“Finally! I should have done that a long time ago. Apparently I underestimated the power of seduction!” Laughter filled your apartment as you jumped around. You were so caught up in your victory that you didn’t notice Taekwoon rising from the floor and make his way towards you. You were quickly pressed against the wall and your giggles ceased. Slowly, his hands slid down your arms to capture your wrists again. He leaned closer and placed a kiss under your ear. A shudder ran throughout your body and you felt him smile against your neck.

“You should have told me earlier that you wanted to play this game. I would have stopped the lessons a long time ago.” His barely-there voice sent a tingle up your spine. His thumbs were drawing circles on your arm and left goosebumps in their wake. 

You had to take a deep breath before words could come out of your mouth. “I wasn’t really intending to but it seemed like a good idea at the time." 

"Oh, its a perfect idea.” He gazed down at you through half-lidded eyes. Lust was coming off him in waves. Lately it was getting more and more difficult to resist the temptation. Sometimes you didn’t want to. Other times you were scared beyond reasoning.

One of his hands left your wrist to wrap around your waist and pull you even closer. At the same time his lips found yours, slowly driving you to insanity. His tongue wasted no time in delving past your lips as his hand came up to sink itself into your hair. He angled your head back to gain better access to your mouth as his hand found itself under your shirt. He splayed his hand over your lower back. He moved slow–too slow. He knew exactly what he was doing. He knew what drove you crazy. With every breath your chest brushed against his and sent tingles to your toes. 

You were both forced to break apart in favor of bringing oxygen back into your lungs. He placed his forehead against yours and sighed.

“We have to stop or we’ll never make it to the company today.” He smiled ruefully. Plans had to be made for the next promotion and practicing was always on the agenda. “But plan on continuing this when we get back tonight.”

A blush crept into your cheeks at the thought of what would come later. You wriggled out of his grasp to gather your things. The boys wanted to add more english into their songs and wanted help with the pronunciation. They were already pretty good but they all had the drive to want to improve. You were packing your bag when Taekwoon stepped up behind you and hauled your back up against his chest. Quickly leaning down, a low, quick growl escaped his throat and his tongue darted out to slide across the scar on your shoulder. Desire shot through you like a bullet and your knees almost buckled.

“Jung Taekwoon, stop that!” You swatted his hand off your stomach and stepped away from him. Once he had figured out what that particular action did to you, he started doing it constantly. Usually when you least expected it.

“But I love the reaction I get from you. If you think that one is powerful, wait until we-” He stopped short and it was his turn to blush. It didn’t take long to figure out where he was going with that statement. 

“Until we what?” You feigned ignorance and put on your best ‘curious’ face.

“Nevermind. I should go and see if the others are ready to go.” He tried to escape to the door but you stepped in front of him.

“But now I’m curious!” You looked up at him, pouting slightly. “What were you talking about?" 

"I’ll explain it to you when you’re older.” He laughed while he placed his hands under your arms, lifted you, and placed you behind him. He was out the door before you could stop him. You knew exactly what he was talking about but you wanted to hear him say it. What you didn’t know was what was more powerful than the reaction you got from the scar on your shoulder. What exactly did hybrids do during sex that he wasn’t telling you? You reminded yourself to threaten him to tell you later.

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An hour later you were sitting on the floor of the practice room going over some of the lyrics included in the new album while the boys went over dance routines. Every once in a while you caught yourself staring at Taekwoon. You smiled to yourself as you thought of the many internet posts you had seen that claimed VIXX was 99% legs. You decided they weren’t wrong. Watching Taekwoon was hypnotic. The fluid motions of the dance grabbed your attention. Since their backs were to you, you watched them more than you probably should. You had decided long ago that Taekwoon’s shoulders were one of your favorite things to look at, second only to his eyes.

The music stopped and you quickly looked back down at your papers before anyone would notice what you had been doing. A shadow blocked out the loght above you and you looked up. Expecting one of the boys, you were surprised to see MinJeong staring down at you. You stood up quickly in response to his greeting.

“(Y/N), could you do me a favor? I ordered some pizza for the guys but they don’t have anyone to deliver it. Do you think you could go get it for them? Its just two streets down.”

“Of course! They’re probably starving.” You grabbed your bag, leaving the papers on the floor. You wanted to let Taekwoon know that you were leaving but he was practicing in his studio so you decided not to bother him. You slipped out the back door of the company and headed to the pizza place. Luckily, you were familar with it so you didn’t need to get directions. It had gotten dark long ago so you pulled out your cell phone to use the flashlight. Unfortunately, not every alleyway had a street light. You almost stopped when you heard a noise behind you. You remembered what Taekwoon had told you. 'If you hear something around you, don’t stop. Just keep going until you reach a safe place.’

You had no way of knowing if it was a person or just a stray animal but there was no need to stay and find out. 

“Excuse me, miss?" 

Nope. Nope. Just keep walking. 

Your heart jumped into your throat when you heard the male voice behind you. You started walking faster when you heard the footsteps behind you increase in speed. You pulled your cell phone out of your pocket and his the button to speed dial Taekwoon, praying he would pick up. Hope soared when the line connected.

"Did you get lost, honey?" 

"I think somebody if following me. He tried to talk to me but I kept walking. He’s walking faster now. I’m almost–”

Your rambling was cut off when someone grabbed your phone. He grabbed your arm, inflicting pain instantly and pulled you back. He shoved you against the wall and your shoulder scraped against something metal. You could feel the warm sensation of blood slowing oozing out.

“I really don’t like it when people ignore me.” His slurred speech told you that he had been drinking, heavily.

“I’m very sorry. I–I was on the phone because I’m meeting my boyfriend. I was telling him how to get here so he’s on his way.” You were hoping if he thought someone was on the way he would leave you alone. You looked at his eyes but they were simply brown. So he wasn’t a hybrid, just a drunk bastard.

“Well, then, we’ll just have to go somewhere else.” He pulled on your arm, surely leaving bruises and hauled you along the street. You tried to wiggle out of his grip but it wasn’t working. He was dragging you behind him so you struck your foot out and slammed it into te back of his knee. It worked and he went down but he pulled you down with him. He recovered too quickly and scrambled over to you. Your back was on the ground now as he dug his knee into your stomach, effectively rendering you immobile. You brought your legs up and tried kicking him with your feet. He started pulling at the buttons on your shirt and your fear reflex went into overdrive. You began to kick and scream at him to stop. You pulled at his hands and landed a couple good hits to his face. One well placed punch to his face and blood gushed out of his nose. He didn’t seem to notice and continued his assault.

Suddenly, the weight was off your stomach and you took several deep breaths. You backed yourself up to the wall beside you. Through watery vision you could see the drunk trying to fight off Taekwoon. 

“Hyung! Stop before you kill him!” Wonshik ran up to pull Taekwoon off the assailant. Taekwoon struggled against Hyuk who had just joined the group.

“Let me go. I’m going to kill him!”

“Taekwoon?” Taekwoon stopped dead still. He whipped his head around towards you. The attacker completely forgotten, he rushed towards you. He searched your body in search of injuries. When his hand touched the open wound in your back, you flinched. He swore loudly and slowly helped you to your feet.

“You fucking bitch! You broke my nose!” The attacker was trying to break free from Wonshik and Hyuk.

“Hey, asshole, thats no way to speak to a lady!” Wonshik smacked him the back of the head.

“Lady?! Bullshit! She’s a freak of nature! Fucking around with hybrids. You think it was a coincidence that I attacked you? You better watch your back, you whore!”

Hyuk took that moment to slam his fist into the attacker’s jaw, effectively knocking him out.

You were numb. The realization that people were following you and purposefully attacking you made your head spin. You took one more look at the unconscious man on the ground before walking towards the company building. You faintly heard Taekwoon calling your name but you had no strength to respond. It was taking everything inside of you to keep yourself upright. 

You continued to walk towards the company building but you could feel Taekwoon’s presence beside you. You stopped when you felt a soft touch at your elbow. 

“The guys said they would get the rest of your stuff. Let’s just go home, okay?”

You absentmindedly nodded and turned to the left, towards the apartment. You didn’t remember the journey there but before you knew it, you were at your door. Taekwoon reached around from behind you and put the code in. Walking in and stepping out of your shoes, you continued until you reached the couch. Taekwoon came into your vision again with your first aid kit. Your vision cleared a bit when Taekwoon’s fingers reached for the buttons on your shirt. You grabbed his wrists and looked up at him. He reached up with one hand to cup your cheek. You could see a mix of pain and sorrow in his eyes beneath the red.

“I need to patch up the cut on your back.” You released his wrists and he went back to the buttons. “How did you get cut?”

The tone in his voice made you suspect that he really didn’t want to know but he needed to know. 

“He–he pushed me against the wall. There must have been something metal sticking out that I hit." 

"I should have gone with you. I didn’t even know you had left until I went out of the studio and MinJeong Hyung told me.” He gently pushed your shirts off your shoulders. When the air hit your bare skin, you blushed. Taekwoon reached behind you and pulled the throw blanket off the back. He shook it open and covered your chest with it. His gentleman tendencies made you smile slightly. He moved behind you on the couch and began to bandage the cut. It was quiet for a few minutes before you realized you needed to talk or you would go crazy reliving the attacker’s assault.

“They’re never going to stop, are they?“

Originally posted by parkjmin

anonymous asked:

I really love starboy, but i think the chapter are kind of prolix. I don't mean to offend you, it's a suggestion, because the plot is amazing and you have got such original ideas. Just that, that would be perfect if the story was less long-winded

i hear you and im just gonna put this here as a psa; Starboy Is Different.

its written differently, it functions differently, it READS differently. these arent chapters that im posting, but rather acts. i wont cut these chapters because everything that happens in them is important, and everything that happens in them *has to happen in that chapter.* its less story than saga and in certain ways the meandering length of it is the POINT.

in case you are wondering: most of the chapters are going to be that long.

this story is not something thats designed to entertain you for half an hour every few weeks. it’s invested time. hours and hours, and months on my end. its not a love story; it’s a tragedy. and it’s not a plot that i simply picked up on a whim.

i started working on this almost a year ago, and a lot of what happens in it happens because it ISNT DESIGNED TO BE AN EASY STORY TO READ.

there is humour, but its not a comedy.

theres love but its not a romance.

let me say that: there is love. but this is not a romance.

the point of the story isn’t allens relationship with tyki, but rather how that relationship destroys him.

by all means you are welcome to sign it off as something not your tastes - the way its written, or the story itself - but i know what im goddamn doing

look everyone, if trump wins im gonna die, and it wont be by my own hand.

the fact of the matter is that I have a LOT of tumors everywhere, a gland inside my brain, my pancreas, my skin. for now theyre benign, but thats ONLY because of my medication, and i can only get that because of medicaid. 


so long story short, if trump wins im gonna have to say goodbye.


one of two things will happen,

1: the tumor that sits on my optic nerve will go malignant, blinding me first, and then getting RIGHT into my brain, killing me

2: the many many tumors on my pancreas will go malignant, shutting down my pancreas, killing me.


not only that, but im vocally NB and have experimented in homosexuality, so no matter how the bottle spins, if trump wins, im gonna die, and it will be slow, and painful.


i love you guys, im so fucking scared