vixx fanfiction


ok so rant time.
the fact that kim samuel didn’t make it into wanna one is pissing me off so much. he’s literally taleneted in every field (dance singing rapping). hOW MUCH SHIT DOES THIS BOY HAVE TO GO THROUGH JUST TO DEBUT?? THIS IS THE THIRD TIME HE DIDNT DEBUT. I DONT UNDERSTAND????? i literally want to avoid wanna one (which i know is stupid and childish) bc of this. and also jonghyun??? why is he also not in wanna one. i’m so freaking done with this and done with mnet uGH. ok i’m done but if anyone wants to rant with me just message me

Celestial (Series Preview)

In a far off galaxy, there exists a sun with six planets.

Hakyeon, ruler of Doctrine – planet of learning and knowledge. 

Originally posted by bigseuegsobtob

Taekwoon, ruler of Exercitus – planet of military and discipline. 

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Jaehwan, ruler of Judicium – planet of law and judgement. 

Originally posted by wontaec

Wonshik, ruler of Pecunia – planet of merchants and gold. 

Originally posted by hsoeoks

Sanghyuk, ruler of Sollertia – planet of art and creation.

Originally posted by sprouthyuk

Hongbin, ruler of Tenebris – planet of shadow and power.

Originally posted by hakyeon-etc

Together, the planets form the Coalition. Furthest from the sun is Tenebris, a planet harboring 80% of the Coalition’s feared energy source. Tenebris is a brutal, fascist regime led by their shadowy leader, Hongbin. You are born to Exercitus, the warrior planet, and serve as a spy in Taekwoon’s army. Your first mission is to pose as a translator to Tenebris, gathering information on Hongbin and his planet in order to return to Taekwoon. Once you arrive though, you find that neither planet nor ruler are what they seem.

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Misuse of fake texting apps aka sexting AUs

God is not to be found on this blog. Not at all.

Sexting AUs that no one asked for.

Hakyeon - Wish You Were Here

Hakyeon misses you and wishes you were here.

Jaehwan - Sweatshirts

Jaehwan’s sweatshirts are so large, you could drown in them.

Wonshik - Glasses

Glasses and Wonshik are a divine combination.

Hongbin - TBD

Taekwoon - TBD

Sanghyuk - TBD

Vixx as teachers

N: super competitive with other classes, always bragging how smart his students are

Leo: never talks, manages to teach class the entire year through pointing, clapping and nodding

Ken: Kenjhumma mode activated whenever someone doesn’t turn in their homework

Ravi: winks and shoots fingers at students when they answer correctly, also rambles a lot

Hongbin: class is too distracted by his face to learn anything

Hyuk: gives impossibly hard pop quiz as a prank


Series: Hakyeon (N) | Jaehwan (Ken) | Sanghyuk | Hongbin | Taekwoon (Leo)

Originally posted by ottokaji-vixx

  • Now, Kim Ravi’s story is a bit different
  • He looks, when you first see him, like a typical bodyguard
  • I’m talking the menacing haircut, stern gaze, that sort of crap
  • And you’re low-key terrified of him
  • Until he actually tries to talk to you and can’t because he’s stuttering the entire time
  • ‘I-I…um…you n-need to b-be…”
  • “Yes?”
  • ‘Y-Your F-father’s…”
  • Yeah, it’s that bad
  • But it’s sort of adorable to see how clumsy he is with daily life
  • Like the boy be tripping all over himself just to get you a glass of water even though you haven’t asked him for that
  • A brief part of you wonders how on earth he’s going to protect you though, especially considering the fact that he can’t even look at you in the eye gdi
  • But one day, when you’re required to give a speech at one of your father’s many parties, you see him
  • And he looks anything but adorable then
  • He stands just behind you, stance and posture confident, back straight, chin up
  • And you wonder just how on earth he could be the same person you’ve gotten close to before
  • Later, you need to get back in the car, and the paparazzi’s going crazy
  • But then he steps in, with an arm thrown out as though to shield you from the onslaught of bodies
  • That’s when it dawns on you that you like him. Like, like-like him.
  • Obviously you don’t know him well enough to conclude that
  • But like your heart gets super fluttery and everything every time you see him
  • So it must be
  • And of course you panic at first, but then you actually take the time out to notice him and what he does
  • Because you need to be sure
  • And a few things stick out to you
  • Like how his eyes casually stray to you with an intent every time he needs to guard you, in the library for example
  • And that makes your cheeks grow really warm and your head fuzzy
  • It makes you physically unable to look at the library the same way
  • And you’re like waiting for him to ask about it
  • But he isn’t doing it damn it
  • And there comes a day when you can’t take this limbo anymore, and you determinedly march to your father’s office to find him, since that’s where he apparently is, according to your maid
  • You sort of freeze up outside when you hear your father’s voice tho: ‘I’m going to have to let you go.’
  • And his answering words are what make your breath knock out of your lung: ‘I’ll always love her, sir.
  • There’s not even the hint of a stutter in his voice and it gives you like the butterflies in your stomach sort of feeling
  • And you’re not a complete idiot, you know he’s talking about you
  • So what do you do?
  • You literally slam open the door, rushing over to him and kissing him smack on the mouth
  • And it’s super messy obviously
  • And it’s not the best idea, because the two of you get a 33 minutes’ lecture from your father about professionality and shit
  • But eventually your father sighs and agrees because he can’t deny you
  • But there’s a condition
  • He can’t be your bodyguard anymore
  • And of course the boy agrees to it, and his eyes never leave yours as he says it
  • And you and he share a slight smile, a promise of what’s to come

Written By: (The marvelous, the outstanding) Admin Midnight <3 

I Choose You (Optional Bias x Reader)

Originally posted by leo10hp

A/N: Never doubt your importance in this world. We all have our roles to play and just because your name isn’t in lights does not mean that you are worth any less…

You glanced at the crystal vodka bottle on the counter in front of you and then back at your near empty glass, contemplating if you were even going to add juice to your next round. Your eyes involuntarily moved back to the TV screen that you had been watching from your bent over position on the kitchen island counter. You hadn’t even made it back over to the couch where you had first started and you didn’t think you were going back that way anytime soon, at least not in a sober state of mind. The faces and words flashing across the screen, mocking you, were painful enough from this distance.

Vodka on ice for the win.

You turned from the counter to grab more ice from the freezer when you tripped over the bulky duffel bag that had been resting next to your feet. Muffled curses spewed from your lips, your filter already disappearing even though you had only had one drink so far. Your nerves and emotions were shot and the sight of the duffel bag made you walk to the freezer even faster. You needed more alcohol, now.

You were already packed. You hadn’t gathered everything, not even a majority of everything. You had accumulated numerous objects, clothes, and decorations in the year and a half you two had been living together, plus half of the apartment was in your name, but it didn’t even matter, not anymore. You would come back for the rest of it later or maybe never. You didn’t really want to think about it right now. Regardless, you were ready to leave…but you couldn’t force yourself to walk out of the door and out of his life forever. Even with the television special still playing in front of you, even with the stupid Snapchat article still pulled up on your phone next to you, you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t pick up your bag and say a final goodbye…so, you pulled out the beautiful, crystal vodka bottle he had bought you as one of your birthday presents this year and had started your mission of draining it, hoping that at some point along the way you would get up the courage to leave.

Why couldn’t you leave?

Because you were completely and thoroughly selfish. Because as much as it pained you to admit, you couldn’t imagine life without him. You couldn’t stand the thought of his arms not wrapped tightly around your shoulders and waist as you drifted off to sleep at night. You couldn’t bear the thought of never feeling his lips against yours or your skin ever again. You couldn’t face the fact that you would never get to sneak downstairs to his studio when he was in the middle of one of his creative moods and watch how passionate he was for his music, just like everything else in his life. There were so many things that you were too weak to let go of. You couldn’t leave him…because you loved him.

However, no matter how much you loved him, no matter how much you cared for him, no matter the fact that you would do anything for him, you weren’t enough…He deserved better.

You startled from your depressing thoughts, the gorgeous crystal bottle almost slipping out of your hand as the front door slammed closed at the end of the front hallway beside the kitchen. Panic blossomed in your abdomen as footsteps sounded down the hall. He wasn’t supposed to be home until later. You were supposed to have more time to pull yourself together and leave. Damn it, why couldn’t you have just done what was right when you first pulled the Snapchat article up on you phone? Why were you such a terrible person?

“Baby?” a voice echoed down the hallway.

Instead of answering, you screwed the bejeweled cap back onto the liquor bottle and tipped your glass back to swallow a mouthful of the burning liquid as a tall figure made his way around the corner of the hallway into the kitchen.

“There you are, babe,” B/N exclaimed as he approached you from behind, leaning over your shoulder to place a quick kiss on your cheek as his hand skimmed down your back to grip your butt briefly, “What are we celebrating?” he asked, not missing the flashy vodka bottle on the counter beside you but completely missing your somber attitude as he walked to the cabinet to grab a glass for himself, wanting to join the fun. You hadn’t opened the bottle since he had gotten it for you, so by his reasoning there had to be something special going on.

He was so innocently excited and it almost had you in tears. His childlike innocence was another thing you were going to miss terribly. But you stifled the tears and forced a smile, the alcohol assisting instead of hindering for once. This was a happy occasion for him after all. He was right. You two should be celebrating.

“Why, we are celebrating your bright future, B/N,” you exclaimed brightly before tossing back another mouthful of the icy alcohol.

A giggle escaped your lips as you turned to face B/N, who had just finished filling his glass with ice, and raised your glass to him. Your merry illusion almost cracked as you drank in his figure, a figure you were so very familiar with. He looked painfully good in his white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. His dark hair was windswept and was begging you to run your fingers through it and mess it up more. But it was his smile that had you almost breaking down again, damn that smile! You caught yourself, however, and kept your composure, reminding yourself that you were doing this for him. This was for the best…

B/N eyed you suspiciously though his smile remained, knowing you well enough to now know something was off. You usually got giggly when you were drunk but he knew you weren’t drunk, slightly tipsy maybe but not drunk, not even close.

“To your future. To new and better opportunities. To your success. To your future happiness. I wish you all the best,” you exclaimed cheerfully, finishing off the drink in your hand before laughing quietly to yourself again

“Okay, babe, what’s going on?” B/N asked, his suspicion turning to foreboding as he set his glass of ice on the counter before grabbing your wrist and taking your glass out of your hand, “What do you know that I don’t? What new opportunities are you talking about?”

“Why, your new opportunity to find new love!” you proclaimed with a smile that was too bright, too fake, and eyes that were too glassy to be sincere, “A love that is worthy of you, that you deserve. The world is open and full of beautiful women who are more fit to be granted your attention. Women who will advance you and not hinder you.”

“What the hell are you saying?” B/N questioned you, his eyebrows scrunching together in confusion, “I don’t need a ‘new love’. I have you.”

“It’s okay, I’ve fixed that dilemma,” you exclaimed, patting his cheek gently, “I’m leaving, see?” you continued, pointing to your duffel bag on the floor at the end of the counter, “I’m not going to hinder you anymore. Now you can find someone you deserve and be happy.”

“I am happy!” he insisted passionately as his hands grasped your shoulders, his confusion turning to anger and panic, “Who told you I wasn’t happy? Where is this coming from, babe? You can’t leave me.”

“Oh, B/N,” you sighed, unable to resist any longer as you reached up to run your hand through his soft hair, relishing in the feel of the strands weaving through your fingers, “You don’t understand. You’re confused,” you insisted with a sad smile as you unconsciously turned to look at your phone next to you, “This is what’s best for you, for your future. You need a woman who is beautiful, fashionable, talented, intelligent, and…not me. You need someone who fits you. Not someone who is so beneath you.”

His expression only became more confused and frustrated as you pressed on. Where the hell did all of this come from?! You had been perfectly fine when he had left this morning. You had spent an extra few minutes together in bed before he had finally forced himself to peel himself off of you so that he wouldn’t be late to work and you had certainly been happy then. What had happened between then and now that had you wanting to leave him?

B/N followed your line of sight when you became distracted by your phone and immediately ripped it out of your grasp when he saw the large text banner at the top of the screen, “The Most Eligible Bachelors and Their Perfect Matches.” He quickly scanned the tabloid article, becoming more enraged as he scrolled through the piece.

“You actually read this bullshit?!” he pronounced disbelievingly as he continued reading the description of the woman this article believed was his match in heaven, “You’re trying to leave me for this bullshit?!”

He looked up and for the first time since he got home noticed the story airing on the television behind your shoulder, a screen adaptation of the article he was reading on your phone. He felt like his blood was about to boil in his veins. You had dealt with three and a half years of people disapproving of your relationship. He knew it was hard on you because it was hard on him, but you had been through so much together. You had survived together and he had no intention of throwing all of that hard work away because the love of his life had somehow been influenced by a piece of shit article written by people who knew little to nothing about him.

“Are you kidding me?” he blurted, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up at him, “Please tell me you’re joking so that I can laugh about this.”

“I’m serious, B/N,” you asserted, shoving him off of you, your earlier cheeriness gone, replaced with determination, “I’m not good enough for you. I don’t deserve you. You deserve to find someone better.”

“You came to all of these conclusions based on this piece of trash article?!” he spat, placing his arms on the counter on either side of you so that you were boxed in, “Those people have no fucking idea what’s best for me because it sure as hell isn’t what’s written in that shitty article. How exactly do you find that you aren’t good enough for me? Please enlighten me on that fact.”

“I…I have no status. I’m just an insurance worker. I’m not important,” you stammered, your words stumbling over themselves under the scrutiny of his furious gaze, “I’m not beautiful enough for someone like you. I can’t offer you anything…”

“What the actual fuck?” he muttered angrily to himself as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, “Is that the best you’ve got because you have yet to list a valid reason for you to walk out of that door on me. What the hell is wrong with being an insurance worker?! Don’t you know what you do is important? I have no clue what the hell is going on with my insurance. I need people like you just like everyone else in this world, so scratch that lousy excuse off of your list,” he demanded, his face becoming flushed as you seemed to be folding in on yourself in between his confining arms, “As for beauty, what the fuck do you mean you aren’t beautiful? Just because you aren’t walking on a runway or posing in front of cameras doesn’t mean you aren’t beautiful. So, I guess  you missed all of those mornings I made you late for work because I could not handle how you looked and had to have you for myself before anyone else was allowed to see you just so that I would be reassured that you were mine first. I guess you also missed all of the nights I spent telling you exactly how beautiful you were to me as I held you in my arms. Good to know that those words meant nothing to you. Damn, I thought we had been connecting on a deeper level. So, there goes shitty excuse number two,” he argued, his knuckles becoming white with how tightly he was gripping the countertop, “Now for this ‘I can’t offer anything’ shit. For three and a half years you have given me your time, your support, your patience, your love, your body…what else are you supposed to be able to offer me?”

“I’m not good enough,” you maintained softly, turning away from his gaze as tears threatened to break the barrier of your lower eyelids.

“You know what, Y/N?!” B/N practically yelled, gripping your chin again and turning you back towards him, “You literally have no argument to back that bullshit up! Do you really think we would have been together for three and a half years now if I wasn’t happy?! Disregarding what happens behind the closed doors of our bedroom…and, well, occasionally other places, I am not a masochist. If I was happy, we would not be together. I don’t like wasting my time and I know you sure as hell don’t like wasting yours, so you had better start singing a different tune, darling, because this one is getting really old really fast.”

“You don’t…that is…you…” you stammered, unable to form a coherent argument.

“What, Y/N?” B/N roughly asked, slamming his hands down on the countertop, causing you to jump a little bit, “Out of shitty arguments or do you have more for me?”

“Just shut up, B/N!” you screamed in frustration as you pushed out of the confines of his arms, “Just don’t…don’t talk anymore.”

“Why?!” he proclaimed, throwing his arms wide as he followed you to the end of the counter, “Because I’m right?! Because you literally have no reason to rip my heart out and walk out that door like you’ve been trying to do all night?!” B/N sniffed as a small part of his anger faded to despair at the fact that you were seriously trying to leave him.

“Stop talking, B/N!” you demanded again, your tears threatening to escape again.

Why didn’t he understand that this was best for him? Why did he have to make this so hard? Your heart was already breaking…

“You want me to stop talking?” B/N whispered, wiping the back of his hand across his eyes before leveling his gaze back on you, his eyes hard and almost predatory, “As you wish. No more talking.”

You had no time to react except for a surprised squeal as B/N crossed the distance between you in two furious strides before he picked you up and slung you over his shoulder, grabbing your duffel bag in transit. You had little choice but to grip the back of his shirt, terrified he would end up dropping you as he ignored all of your protests and kicked open the door to your shared bedroom. He forcefully slung the duffel bag across the room, the bag connecting with the opposite wall with a loud ‘thud’ followed by cracking glass as multiple framed pictures crashed to the ground from the force of the impact. B/N slammed the door and locked in before striding over to your bed and dumping you unceremoniously onto the mattress.

You weren’t drunk by any means but the amount of alcohol that you had consumed was making your head swim as you flew through the air. Before you could see straight again, B/N was on top of you, his shirt stripped off in a fury before he had your wrists pinned above your head with one of his hands and you thighs restrained with both of his.

“B/N—” you feebly protested before his lips cut off the rest of your complaint.

“No talking,” he roughly commanded before attacking your mouth again.

You resisted as long as you could but when B/N got like this you had little willpower. Soon you were kissing him back, each kiss leaving you more breathless than the last but at the same time, craving more. Right before you thought your lungs were going to burst from a lack of oxygen, B/N suddenly released you. A soft moan rose from the back of your throat as he pulled away, sucking on your bottom lip and biting it softly before freeing it completely. His mouth immediately moved to your neck, sucking and nibbling relentlessly.

“B/N—” you exclaimed breathlessly again but his free hand quickly closed over your mouth.

“You’ve always been terrible at taking direction, sweetheart, even now when it’s your own order,” he mumbled darkly against your skin before pulling away from your neck with an especially passionate suck and moving back into your view.

Even though his lips were gone from your skin, the stare he was giving you right now was enough to have you trembling under him.

“You know what’s unfair?” he asked after a few seconds of silence, his lips twitching into a smirk as he removed his hand from your mouth to trace the outline of your lips with his index finger, “I didn’t get to have any alcohol and you taste just like it. I guess I’ll just have to get drunk off of you…”

He offered you a slow wink before stealing a lingering kiss that had you pulling against his restraint, much to his amusement, before disappearing from your view again. His lips returned to your neck, marginally more gentle this time as he took his time making his way down its length while his hand slid under your t-shirt, caressing your skin and pushing the material slowly up your torso. When his mouth reached the collar of your shirt he shifted his hips back to trail his kisses up your stomach, starting at the patch of skin above your belly button. You couldn’t help squirming underneath him as his tongue and teeth explored with a mind of their own until he reached the edge of the lacy but comfortable bra you had worn that day.

“This one was always one of my favorites,” he whispered as he buried his face in the crevice between your breasts, turning and sucking softly at the skin of your breast that spilled over the top of the cup while the pad of his thumb skimmed over your nipple through the lacy fabric.

Your back arched into his mouth as he continued working at each of your breasts, his hand eventually finding the clasp at the middle of your back and removing the fabric to give him more freedom. The breathless and barely restrained moans escaping your mouth were driving him just as crazy as his mouth at your breasts were making you insane. He drew another muffled moan out of you as he drew his tongue roughly over your nipple again before shifting back up to your mouth to swallow the beautiful sound. He finally released your wrists and one hand immediately found itself wrapped in his hair while the other moved liberally over his torso, causing a groan of his own to surge from the back of his throat.

“How bad do you want me right now?” B/N suddenly asked softly against your lips, your hand tightening in his hair as one of his hands gently massaged your breast.

“B/N…” you sighed, attempting to pull him harder against your lips.

“How bad?” he pressed, resisting your pull but grinding his hips slowly over yours still trapped underneath him.

“B/N, please,” you pleaded softly, your nails digging into his back as your hips attempted to roll forwards but remained frustratingly restrained.

“This that you feel right now,” he mumbled into your ear, running his tongue lightly along the shell, “This desire, this need. I feel it too,” he revealed, moving down to suck at the sensitive patch of skin underneath your ear, “All the time, for you,” he insisted against your burning skin, “I need you and not just for sex. Don’t you understand?” he asked, shifting back to where you could see him again, “I need you. You are what’s best for me. I know because I decide what’s best for me in my life. Not the media, not the rest of the world, not you…me. I do. And I want you, now and always.”

“What if I still leave?” you asked quietly, your had massaging the back of his neck while the other skimmed lightly up and down the side of his torso, “What if I force you to find someone better?”

“You can’t,” he insisted, shaking his head, “I’ll spend all of my time trying to find you again. You want to ruin my career? Go ahead. Disappear before I wake up in the morning. Put me through that heartache and you’re damning me. You want what’s best for me? Give yourself to me, your body, your love, your support, all of it. Give it to me now and the rest of our lives…”

“Damn you, B/N,” you mumbled, pulling him down successfully this time and molding your mouth to his, “I love you…I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” B/N exclaimed, a mischievous glint in his eye as he shifted back to look down at you and moved off of your thighs, “I wasn’t too worried about you disappearing on me in the morning. You’re hardly going to be able to move…”


Hot Enough

Was it hot?

Someone save my soul because Leo has stolen it. Ten pages, single spaced. I literally got thirsty when writing this and had to drink water. xoxox Admin O

Warning:  Smut

(someone find the owner of this pic so I can give credit)

Your feet hurt. By the way that they were being squeezed in your shoes, you could tell that they were nice and swollen. “The perks of having to stand for eight hours,” you thought to yourself. Sighing deeply, you unlocked your apartment door and flung it open. Scowling, you carelessly kicked off your shoes and dropped your purse somewhere in the general vicinity of the shoe rack. Feeling along the wall with your fingers, you flicked on the light switch. As soon as you were blinded with brightness, a loud cheer of “Surprise!” rang out.

Shocked stiff, you gawked from your tiny foyer at the crowd of people crammed into your apartment. Poppers burst and a cloud of streamers obscured your vision before you could properly take stock of who was there. A myriad of colored crepe paper and latex balloons clinging to the wall with tape served as a decorative background to the warm welcome. A small hand wrapped around your wrist and tugged you in. Compliantly, you followed, brain working overtime to catch up. The group erupted into a thunderous offbeat rendition of “Happy Birthday” and your good friend Mina emerged from the back of the apartment carrying a cake with lit candles. It was only then did you realize that you were being led along by Sojin. Finally able to make some sense of the situation, you broke into a toothy grin.

As you leaned in to blow out the candles and make a wish, Mina caught the side of your face with a finger full of frosting. Playfully, you laughed, feeling a hundred times better than when you had first walked in. You shut your eyes and made a simple wish before blowing hard. All the candles went out with one try and applause followed suit. Mina quickly took the cake back to the kitchen to cut and plate. Sojin ushered you out of your coat. Slowly unbuttoning the garment allowed you scan your unusually packed space. All your friends from school plus a few semi-familiar faces were there.

“When did you guys plan this?” you asked when Hyeri floated by. “Did you think that we were going to let you just work and do nothing on your birthday?” Yura said, appearing behind you. She took your jacket as if you were a guest in her home and not the other way around. Sojin had found a napkin to wipe your face off with just like the mother figure she was. You could hear the sudden exclamations of excitement when Hyeri and Mina started to distribute slices of cake. “Wait! The birthday girl gets the first bite,” Mina announced just as Ken from the Music department had reached for a piece. A fork of mostly butter cream was thrust into your face and conveniently used as a distraction so that Hyeri could glaze your other cheek in frosting. Ignoring her antics, you ate the wad of sugar and smiled just to show off your now blue teeth.

Just beyond the giggles, you caught sight of Leo from the theater department already halfway through a slice. You wondered how he had managed to hijack it without anyone noticing. However, before you could give it any more thought, you were being steered towards the sofa. Yura was directing you to the coffee table which was covered in bottles of various liquors. Taking the fresh paper towel being offered to you by one of the girls from class, you cleaned off your cheek. “Time to open your gifts,” she stated and pushed you down to sit. The entire table was so filled with alcohol that you could barely make out the wood top underneath.

Glancing around, you tried to look for a box or at least a gift bag. “What gifts?” you questioned when you spotted none. Hyeri kneeled in front of the table and gestured to the rows of glass, “These.” Gaping, you reevaluated the number. There were over a dozen liquors, some clearly imported. There were also a few packs of beer on the floor off to the side. Each person must have brought at least a bottle for there to be so many. “Let’s get started,” Sojin said as she took a seat next to you with a bottle opener in hand. A couple of people from your major gathered around, waiting for their chance at a drink like the college kids they were. Cracking open the Smirnoff, you filled a line of mismatched shot glasses before giving a short toast. Everyone drained their cups all at once and someone turned up the music.

The atmosphere was lively with everyone finding something to do. You noticed Leo leaning against a wall with a beer, observing the clowning around of his friends. It reminded you of the day you first saw him, bracing against the vending machine outside of the library with his headphones in. He was just as pretty to you now as he was then. Yura grabbed your shoulder and shook you, refocusing your attention. She handed you another shot and clinked glasses with you. Happily, you drank and after that the booze flowed freely. Mingling with the new faces became considerably easier as time went on. It wasn’t long before you found your stomach grumbling with a lack of dinner. Sneaking into the kitchen, you found Mina trying to secretly munch on a piece of cake. She smiled sheepishly with crumbs all over her mouth. “Eat before Sojin sees,” you ordered as you set your cup down on the counter, taking note that there wasn’t any more cake left. Her dieting was probably killing her. Mina was still hesitant, stabbing at the plate in contemplation. You realized you were hungrier than you thought you were when you watched her. “Who are all those guys?” you asked as you walked over and had Mina feed you a bite. “Some boys from the Arts Department that Hyeri invited to even out the guy to girl ratio,” she answered while shielding her plate from you when you went in for another nibble. You curled your lip at the overprotection of her cake and took a swig of your rum and cola instead.

A noisy shout from the other room had both of you snapping your heads around. Chuckling at Mina who remembered to set her dessert down, you headed out first. You paused for a second at the sight of everyone sitting in a circle around the coffee table that had been cleared off. The girls were on the sofa and the boys sat cross-legged on the floor. In the center of them all, there was an empty bottle of whiskey lying on its side. Too late to retreat, Yura and Hyeri were already waving you over. The boys scooted back to make room for you and Mina nudged you forward. Meekly, you took your place, glad that you were wearing pants. Mina made herself cozy on the couch’s armrest. “It’s truth or dare,” Yura explained. Nodding, you carefully peered anywhere but in Leo’s direction. Looking everywhere but there, you took note of how handsome all the Arts boys were. Not a single one of them was less than one hundred eighty centimeters tall. Even sitting on the floor they were a full head above you. Maybe the alcohol was altering your vision. You lightly slapped yourself and a moment too late hoped that no one saw.

Thankfully, Ravi the music major chattered loudly enough to distract everyone. His voice was deeper than you expected as he reached out and spun the bottle. It landed on the tallest of the boys and he grinned mischievously. “Truth,” the blonde picked and received a bunch of boos. “You’re ruining the mood, Hyuk. You have to pick dare,” N the dance major complained from his spot near Sojin’s feet. He had smartly perched himself where he could rest against the base of the sofa. “Truth,” the other boy reaffirmed. Another round of groans followed, but Ravi looked intent, “Is it true that you walk by the Biology department every day on purpose?” Your jaw dropped. You weren’t expecting the game to be so indiscrete. Hyuk was turning red from his neck upwards. It looked like he wasn’t expecting such a personal question either. “Yes,” he mumbled quietly. Immediately, a mix of jeers and cheers filled the room. Unable to help yourself, you laughed along with everyone. You were going to have to watch out for Hyuk creeping around the labs from now on to see which girl he was trying to catch sight of.

He irately spun the bottle, still trying to swallow his embarrassment. Using too much strength, the bottle flew off course and Hyeri caught it before it could smash on the floor. She gave Hyuk a good scolding before twirling it herself. It slowed until it pointed at the other blonde boy that you had been stealing glances at all night. The way Leo rested his weight on his palms was reminiscent of the way he sat on the university stage when you had gone to watch Mina rehearse for a play. Leo had been cast as the male lead and every time he opened his mouth it was like your ears were being filled with liquid gold. His voice was soft and sweet and entranced you. It didn’t hurt that he was beautiful. Leo was attractive in an unconventional way. His eyes were sharp and dipped in the inner corners like a cat’s. His lips were baby pink and as full as his cheeks. Though he had the face of a child, his body was all man with broad shoulders and lean muscle.

Hyuk’s purpose was revenge and though it wasn’t on the person he really wanted, anyone would do. You could see the malice written in his expression and were relieved to think that you weren’t on the receiving end. “Truth or dare?” Ravi asked all too pleasantly. “Dare,” came the gentle reply. Like a mouse had run directly into his trap, Hyuk pounced, “I dare you to play too hot with the birthday girl.” It took you a long moment to process his words and you laughed along with everyone before completely freezing with stun. Wide-eyed, you panned from Hyuk to Leo who was clearly blushing back to Hyuk who was looking more like Satan. At full volume, the boys shouted encouragements and the girls giggled. Someone removed the bottle from the table and then Leo was sitting on it, his legs on either side of the piece of furniture. You weren’t sure when Yura had moved but she not so covertly pushed you forward from behind. Catching yourself on your knees, you popped up with the purpose of yelling at Yura but Leo took your hand. He wrenched you closer, all the while hanging his head in shame. Someone wolf whistled and teasing ensued. You sat facing Leo, legs dangling since you were too short to sit like that and still have your feet touch the floor.

The music switched to something sexier and you tried to ignore your blatant audience. Leo finally looked up, but he was biting his lip in frustration. The sight did nothing for your nerves and you found yourself gulping hard. You were at a complete loss. You had no idea what to do. Should you just go along and take advantage of the situation or be as ashamed as Leo? Sensing your discomfort, Hyeri wedged a glass of who knows what into your hand. Leo was also given a drink followed by a supportive clap on the back by the guy with dimples flanking his smile. Too anxious to say thank you or even form words, you silently raised your glass. Leo tapped his can of beer against your liquid courage and you both downed the alcohol. After the fire in your throat had cooled, you concentrated again on the gorgeous man in front of you.

You could tell that something had shifted when you looked into his eyes. The overbearing awkwardness had been replaced with determination. His name suited him best in that moment because he looked like a lion ready to consume you whole. Licking your dry lips, you averted your gaze. As if to force you to look at him, Leo made his first move and ran the backs of his nails down your arms. Unintentionally shuddering at the startling touch, you earned yourself a few taunts. The noise rapidly died down though and stillness once again reigned. You were initially taken aback but it seemed that the booze had made it past your stomach and into your bloodstream because the next thing you knew, you were tipping forward to run your palms over his muscular thighs. Proud with your bold move, you retracted your hands. You hadn’t realized that you had just started something you couldn’t finish.

Igniting the competitive monster within Leo, he locked his hands behind your head and jerked you forward. Faces mere centimeters apart, the air in your lungs got caught as you forgot how to breathe. He smirked smugly and glanced at your lips before making eye contact again as he retreated. A collective “ooh” sounded, but you paid it no mind. It was only when Leo returned to bracing himself on his arms did you remember that you needed oxygen. “Cocky bastard,” you thought to yourself and resisted the urge to scowl. Two could play that game.

Sliding closer, you rested a hand on his shoulder so you could run the tip of your nose up the side of this throat. Once you got to his ear, you laughed in provocation that only he could hear. One of the girls gasped and you sat back with an eyebrow raised, daring him to do better. Briefly, dark lust crossed Leo’s face. But it happened so quickly that you could have easily imagined it. Lithe fingers traced your jaw line before gripping it. Tenderly, his thumb stroked your cheekbone. The gesture would have been endearing if it weren’t for his other hand slipping under the hem of your shirt to press against the skin of your tummy. Lingering, Leo was slow to end his turn, leaving you reeling in the electricity of his touch.

Praying that he didn’t notice the goose bumps he had caused, you knew that you had to get even. Tank top visible under his knit sweater, mimicking him was ruled out as an option. A sudden idea popped into your head and you couldn’t disguise the naughtiness you had in mind. Scooting even closer, your knees pressed directly against Leo’s, leaving minimal space between you two. Then your notoriously freezing fingertips plunged below the neckline of Leo’s shirt and traced along his collar bone. Reflexively twitching at the unexpected cold, Leo inhaled sharply. For a finishing flourish you let your nails lightly scrape against his Adam’s apple and applied a hint of pressure mischievously at the base of his neck just to show him who was boss. You were done with the barely there caresses. You wanted to win.

“Aren’t you guys being too timid?” N’s voice cut the silence that the room had unconsciously fallen into as they enjoyed the show. “It should be like this!” he drunkenly shouted as he jumped Ken, attempting to plant wet-looking kisses on Ken’s face. Ken feigned a brief struggle before turning the tables and knocking N to the floor to climb on top of him and pretend to make out. And like that, the atmosphere was broken and the game was over.

Truth or dare continued but eventually some people went off to their own nooks to socialize before heading home. One by one, your friends old and new, thanked you for a good time and left. Around midnight the group of tall boys departed, practically dragging a very inebriated N along. You couldn’t help the way your eyes followed Leo, who didn’t even look back. Mina was no more sober than N, slurring her words and standing upright only with Hyeri’s help. You waved bye to the girls and eased the door shut before you could fall through the doorway. The alcohol didn’t spare you either, especially since you hadn’t had a chance to eat. You all but sagged into the wall when you turned back to the living room.  Bottles and cups were scattered everywhere. Sighing, you decided that you would deal with the mess in the morning.

Just as you moved towards the bathroom to wash up, a strident knock came from the entrance. Without missing a beat, you turned on your heel to follow the sound. Figuring it was probably someone who forgot something, you didn’t bother to check the peephole and flung the door wide open. Leo stoically standing on your welcome mat was the picture that greeted you. His hands were shoved in his pockets and he seemed to be studying the ground. Thinking that you were drunkenly imagining things, you chuckled. But when he stepped nearer, your laughter was harshly cut off. There really was a beautiful man gracing your doorstep.

Wordlessly, he stepped past you and strayed into the hallway. Shutting the door in disbelief, you tactlessly asked, “What are you doing here?” Leo paused to take in the disaster zone that was currently your apartment before turning to face you. “We never determined a winner,” he replied. Laughing in amazement, you questioned, “Are you serious?” Leo simply nodded in response. Fleetingly, you considered taking another shot to quell the sudden apprehension gnawing at your belly. You were intoxicated and alone in your empty apartment with your crush who wanted to continue a game of too hot. You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths to will yourself to calm down. Looking back up, the table still full with at least four half-empty bottles seemed eons away as Leo regarded you with parted lips. It seemed that the alcohol still had a hold on him too as his eyes were painted with curiosity.

Good judgment was something that had left once you blew out the candles on your cake. You were attracted to Leo, that much was painfully obvious. Now he was requesting to play a game that you couldn’t possibly win in a situation like this. But for some odd reason, you weren’t all that adverse to it. Maybe it was the mix of cocktails blurring your reasoning. Without warning, long fingers raised your chin up so that you could concentrate on him. Doe-eyed, you didn’t know how you were supposed to resist the temptation. Leo tapped a soft tune across your jaw and down the side of your neck. Indulging in the sensation, you tilted your head to the side. Just as you had begun to shut your eyes, the touch was gone.

“You know what I want.”

Peering back up, Leo wore a triumphant smirk. If he wanted to play, then surely it was a game he was going to get. Grasping hold of his forearms, you dragged him in until your chest was plastered against his. Not even flinching, his dusky brown eyes searched yours for your aim. It was his unspoken way of asking if you were sure. And you were. To prove it, you walked him backwards towards the sofa. His calves hit the base of the couch and he lost balance. Leo involuntarily plopped down. You remained standing, relishing the way you got to tower over him. Swiftly, Leo’s wiry arms clasped around your middle and tugged. It was your turn to fall and he didn’t miss the opportunity to haul you into his lap. Your knees settled on either side of his thighs and you gripped his shoulders to steady yourself. Surprised by his uncharacteristic forwardness, you gawked as he interlocked his fingers behind your back. He held fast, not allowing you any extra room to escape as he pulled you flush against him.

Any conceit you felt was overcome by the apparent slyness that Leo was now donning. The hesitant lanky boy from earlier had been replaced by a completely confident man. You wondered if it was the lack of spectators or the intoxication causing the change, but honestly, it didn’t matter. You enjoyed both sides of him. Seeing that his move was over, you let go of you inhibitions fully and did what you had been thinking about doing all night. You kissed him. It was a firm press of your lips against his, nothing more and nothing less. A second ticked by and he dipped his head to deepen the kiss. His mouth moved in time with yours, eventually working its way to prying your lips apart. Leo’s breath was sweet and you vaguely wondered if he had some of the plum wine that Yura had brought from Japan. Then you could taste the sugar on your tongue when he slid his taste buds against yours. It was clear that Leo had been eating strawberry candy and the thought made you smile.

Realizing that you were smiling, Leo pulled back and you could see the grin etched on his face as well. Pleased, you cupped his cheeks and kissed him soundly again. He slanted his head and kittenishly licked into your mouth. Startled by the foreign feeling, you gasped, literally stealing the air from his lungs. Leo froze and you immediately went to apologize. Before you could get the words out, his fingers had curled into the bottom of your shirt. He yanked upwards and after a moment of confused flailing, your shirt had been tossed haphazardly into the abyss of long forgotten streamers and balloons.

His digits determinedly dug into the flesh of your sides before gliding up to snap the band of your bra. The unanticipated aggression caught you off guard and your abdominal muscles clenched at the development. Refusing the urge to plead too hot, you matched punch for punch and stripped Leo of his shirt. There was considerable fumbling since he wore long sleeves but it was worth the trouble as you drank in the image of his wide shoulders and thick biceps in his undershirt. Taking it as if your turn was over, Leo smoothed a hand over your upper arm as his fingers tiptoed straight up from your navel to between your breasts. The rush of stimulation made your head spin and only worsened the pleasure you were drowning in.

There was no way you were going to win but you were too stubborn not to try. Incited, you took the delicate skin under Leo’s jaw between your teeth. Open-mouthed bites with your lips followed as you made a path down his throat and between his collarbones. Leo radiated heat as his blood ran hotly with hunger. Hitting fabric, you retraced your steps with more force, sucking and nipping until purple bruises bloomed beneath your lips. You could hear the way he was breathing harder and were glad to have such an effect on him. Running a hand through your hair, you sat back just enough to survey your handiwork. Hickeys littered his pale skin and a faint rosiness had settled in his cheeks. His lips were red and swollen but it was his eyes that started an ache between your legs. They were dark, almost black, and glazed over with raw desire. They saw right through you and made your heart pick up pace.

Sighing, he commented, “You don’t give me a second to rest.” Large hand finding its way to your backside, Leo gave your ass a tight squeeze. His hand lingered on your butt as the bridge of his nose met your shoulder and ran horizontally until he could grip your bra strap with his teeth and slip it down. The move was probably the most sensuous thing you had ever experienced and had your head falling back as tingles shot down your spine. You were going to go crazy you concluded. Leo was going to drive you to madness and you were going to love every bit of it.

Returning his half-lidded stare evenly, you didn’t know what to do next. All you knew was that godforsaken undershirt needed to go and now. A stitch audibly ripped as you all but tore the material off of him. Your mouth watered as you took in Leo’s evident abs. The lines of each muscle were contoured just enough to your liking and you had to swipe at your mouth to make sure you weren’t drooling. Amused by your reaction, Leo piqued an eyebrow. The self-satisfied expression coupled with his bare skin was almost too much to handle. You could feel your folds getting damp and he hadn’t even touched you there yet. Fingers tangling in his bleach blonde hair, you rolled your hips down onto his bulge as your lips grazed just below his ear.

Leo shuddered, feeling the heat from your core on his half-hard length. With unmasked strength, he clutched your hips and delivered a blunt thrust to your center. Amply riled up, you moaned from where you perched your head in the juncture of Leo’s neck and shoulder. Your breath tickled the fine hairs at the base of his scalp and the resonance of your pitched voice spurred him on. His fingers skimmed under the clasp of your bra as he tapped an impatient rhythm against your spine. Torn between just giving in and playing a little more, you opted for the latter. Kissing your way back to his lips, you let your nails rake down his torso and settle on his belt. Without looking, unbuckling the darn thing seemed to be impossible, but you had all the time in the world to try as Leo seemed unwilling to untangle his tongue from yours.

Finally getting his belt undone, you set to work on the button and zipper of his pants which seemed to be considerably easier to deal with. Hard work paying off, you were granted more access. Intentionally slipping your hand over his underwear instead of in it, you rubbed Leo’s growing erection. His back arched ever so slightly and you dipped down to flick your tongue across his nipple. He groaned melodiously and you were immediately addicted to the sound. Teasing complete, you recoiled your hand. Dissatisfied, Leo threw you off of him. Alarmed, you teetered as you got back on your feet, trying to avoid falling backwards on to the coffee table.

Before you could even get upset at the carelessness, Leo was up and over you, hand flat against your shoulder and pressing you down. Body still uncertain if it could correct the disequilibrium, your knees bent at Leo’s command. Less than gently, your back met the cold wooden floor and you shivered. Leo dropped as well, kneeling over you. Your comfortable dress pants meant for long hours of work posed no threat to Leo as they easily slid right off under his persuasive grip. More skin met with unheated floor and you trembled. But then fingers stretched over the tops of your thighs and long thumbs dug in between them far too low to be satisfying. Leo spread your legs as wide as they could go between the sofa and the table, which was adequate enough to fit his narrow hips snuggly against the seat of your panties.

The dominance of it all had you wet enough to feel the cloth of your underwear stick unpleasantly to your folds. Smoothing over your hair far too gently to be comforting, Leo asked, “Hot enough?” The cockiness written all over his face wanted you to admit defeat, but while you were being assaulted from all sides by want, you rejected the idea of losing. As if to reinforce total obedience, Leo drove himself again into you, now fully erect. Whimpering, your toes curled and your hands balled into fists as the undeniable delight rocketed through you.

Leo sunk on to his elbows, enabling him to lap at your over-sensitized neck before biting down hard enough to leave marks. Reaching your breaking point and needing more, you gave. “Too hot,” you mumbled airily, feeling the vibrations of your voice bounce off Leo’s lips and back against your skin. He scoffed and pushed himself up on to his palms. For a horrific moment you thought he was going to up and leave now that he had won. However, that worry quickly disappeared when his hands molded to your breasts and pulled your bra down. He stared at you with his lip caught in his teeth and longing readable in his features. Your pert breasts emerged and instantaneously Leo was squeezing, pinching, and massaging your flesh. Your nerve endings sizzled as he lavished your chest with attention. Reflexively, you twitched, seeking more contact.

Opening your legs further, pushing the table aside with your knee, allowed Leo’s pelvis to sit even more solidly against your core. Your clit throbbed, lust tunneling your vision to nothing but Leo. Leo too had come to the point where he could bear no more. Pushing his pants down only far enough to get his length out, he resettled on his elbows. The moment only allowed a short-lived glimpse at his member, but the sight had you salivating. His cock sprang up to his bellybutton, long and proud and leaking from the tip. Nose to nose, Leo demanded that your eyes never leave his. A single digit pushed aside your panties. Sufficiently wet to soak his erection, he slid effortlessly along your slit. Nearly too much to take after the endless foreplay, your head fell back again in bliss. Unhappy with the broken eye contact, Leo’s fingers tangled in your hair and tugged sharply so that you could once again look only at him.

The rounded head of his dick pressed against your entrance and you had to deliberately relax to accommodate him. A low extended moan was ripped from your vocal cords as Leo sunk centimeter by centimeter into you. Hitting hilt deep, you begged him to stay still as you adjusted to his size. Walls unaccustomed to such a stretch, they fluttered and clenched around his length. Grunting at your tightness, Leo struggled to remain in control. His abs flexed as drew halfway out and slowly plunged back in. You keened, needing to hold onto something and finally finding his arms after searching blindly.

Panting, you felt lightheaded at the ridiculous amount of pleasure coursing through your veins. It should have been impossible for one man to feel so fucking good, but it was Leo, and you shouldn’t have been surprised that he could have you wavering on the edge so quickly. Experimentally, he thrust a bit more powerfully. Hitting your cervix just right, you dug your nails into his biceps and held back a scream. Trying to keep your eyes open was a fight as all you wanted to do was let your eyes roll back when Leo picked up tempo.

In a small retaliation, you canted your hips up, driving him deeper. He groaned, feeling the shift in angle. “Too hot?” you taunted. “Baby, hot enough,” he whispered breathlessly. The jab had him pumping vigorously, getting that one spot that had you seeing stars each time. Matching thrust for thrust, you wailed as your hips moved restlessly to keep up. The build was fast and had you grunting with each snap of Leo’s pelvis until you were wailing brokenly. “I’m already about to lose control,” Leo said through grit teeth and buried his face in your neck, “Just cum.” The command had your thighs shaking and the coil in your stomach winding taut. Nails on the verge of piercing skin, you held on to Leo for dear life as he pressed inside of you hard enough to have you jerking back with every plunge. Tense, everything went tense as you came, back bowed right off of the ground and muscles pulsing rigidly.

Your orgasm gave Leo that last bit of incentive to let go and he pulled out before spilling hotly onto your belly. Trying to catch your breath, you could feel the strain in Leo’s arms relax as he came down from his high. Straightening your spine, you let him collapse on top of you. Sticky, skin clung to skin with sweat. “You’ve melted me,” Leo murmured and gave you a gentle peck on the cheek.

Patience - Ravi (M)

gif originally posted by Chyogi

Pairing: Ravi x Reader

Word Count: 3,299

Genre: Smut 

A/N: Why hello. This is my first smut O_O Really I didn’t have a great idea for this. I just wanted to write a Ravi smut, so I did. Hope you like it!

You couldn’t have asked for a better moment. You finally got Ravi all to yourself and took the opportunity to watch him work on his new songs. It was nearly one in the morning, and your heavy eyes scanned Ravi’s dimly-lit studio where you have been hanging out the last couple of days.
You’ve been dying for some time alone with him just so you can watch him at work without babysitting. Lately, Ken and Hyuk have been attached to your side pleading without fail to play card games with them. You told them that you’d much rather watch them play, and for the first few times, it actually worked. You didn’t pay much attention to their games though, you were fixated on Ravi who had not got up from his desk once, or even taken a break.
Today, you were determined it would be different. The others have been gone the whole day and were therefore out of sight and mind. There was only Ravi now.

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The Storm (Optional Bias x Reader)

Originally posted by cuddlesandcashmere

A/N - It’s been a minute.

You couldn’t even remember what had started the argument.

You sat at the kitchen table, your hands flat and still trembling on the table top, warm tears flowing down your swollen cheeks as you stared blankly at the door. B/N had left over an hour ago, and it hurt you more than you imagined.

You and B/N had been bumping heads for the last month, yelling at each other for small things, insignificants things that shouldn’t have even been enough to set you two off. You both would reconcile hours or minutes later, but the next couple of days would result in the same pattern. You couldn’t put your finger on it, and neither could he, but you two had somehow reached a wall in your relationship. You weren’t moving forward anymore. You were constantly fighting, constantly arguing, constantly finding little things about each other to nitpick at. It bothered you to no end, it frustrated him beyond comprehensible means, it kept both of you from sleeping, and yet you couldn’t seem to get past it.

And after all the building pressure over the weeks, you two had finally reached the boiling point.

It was unsure as to who or what started it, but one thing led to another. The snarky comments escalated into straight accusations. You argued about everything. You fought about nothing. You screamed and you cursed at each other until both of you were ready to choke the other. You remembered telling him in the midst of the heated moment that you wanted him to get his shit and leave.

And because he was so riled up, so upset, and so done with everything going on between you two, he blindly complied.

He grabbed a jacket and his keys, and he left with a rattling slam of the door.

And once you finally realized what had happened, your anger dissipated as fast as it had come, and you broke down and cried.

It had been a week since you had seen B/N. You two spoke only in text messages and only discussed when he would return to gather his things. The texts were short and sweet, and they shattered more and more of your heart every time. You didn’t want him to leave. Deep in your heart, mind and soul, you knew that that was the last thing you wanted him to do. But he seemed so willing and so ready go to. He never mentioned the argument or talked about the hasty decision made between you two, so you kept quiet on your end.

Maybe deep down, it was something he wanted.

You slept on the couch all that week because you couldn’t handle being in the room you had shared with him.

It was late Monday evening when he decided to come get his things.

B/N knew that you never worked on Mondays, and he had been given a few personal days off from his job because he couldn’t seem to function after the argument. His mind was always on what happened and what was currently plaguing the both of you. You were barely talking to him, and he figured that you had been serious about him moving out. You didn’t want him around anymore, and as painful as it was for him to believe it, he would do as you asked. He would do whatever you asked in order to make you happy. So instead of putting it off any longer, he finally decided to go and grab his belongings while you were both available. It was a good time as any for you to get it over with.

That day had been melancholy from the start, the skies grey and gloomy since the morning. There hadn’t been any rain as of yet, but many of the news channels suspected terrible storms either late that night or in the following morning. You had been patiently waiting and hoping for the rain. You hated storms, but you silently prayed for one to blow through fiercely. It was selfish of you, but if it rained then B/N wouldn’t come over. He’d have to postpone his pickup until you were both off again, and maybe by then, you would build up the courage to apologize to him or at least strike up a conversation that consisted of more than yes/no questions and answers. However, the luck seemed to be against you as the skies continued to get darker but not release any liquid tension.

You sat on the couch, your TV set to Pandora as you stared at the blank screen and let the music take you all over the place. You kept yourself from choosing a radio station that would make you a blubbering mess on the floor, but you didn’t make any effort to skip any songs that made you hurt. You didn’t cry, your tears dried up for the moment, but you continued to sulk silently as lyric after lyric coursed from the TV and through your tired body. It was a few minutes after eight when you received a knock on your door and your sulking session was momentarily halted. Unfolding your legs from under you and staring at the door for a few seconds, you slowly made your way to it, dreading the interaction you would have for the next hour or so. You opened the door and your stomach twisted painfully in regret and longing as you met the eyes of the man who had haunted your thoughts and dreams for the past few days. He gave you a small smile that you returned with a lot of effort.

“Hey,” he said softly, his brown eyes gentle and tired behind his windswept hair. The sky was now a menacing shade of black, the chilling wind picking up violently and blowing B/N’s hair every which way. There was still no sign of actual rain.

“Hey,” you replied just as quietly before shifting to the side to let him in the apartment before anything serious happened. He came in, a small duffle bag gripped in his right hand. He had turned back to you as you shut the door and caught your gaze on the bag. You eyed the bag warily, your throat closing at the sight of it. You wanted to snatch the bag from him and beg him to reconsider and stay, but you refrained from doing so despite the fact that B/N would have willingly, if not eagerly, let you. Both of you had similar thoughts of wanting to apologize, but both of you also figured the other really wanted this to happen. Nothing was said, both too stubborn and scared to say what you really wanted to say. When a minute went by with no words spoken except by the soft music playing from the TV, B/N cleared his throat.

“I’ll only be getting a few things for now.” It might have just been your hopeful mind, but you could have sworn his words had inflected upward, as if he was asking permission.

As if he was hinting at you to stop him.

“Okay,” you nodded, avoiding looking at him. You quickly took your direction of interest to the refrigerator, your mouth suddenly dry and in need of something to help you swallow your guilt and regret. You were too busy with trying to keep your eyes away from B/N that you missed his saddened look and heavy sigh. You grabbed a bottle of water and as you took a few huge gulps of the cool liquid, you allowed yourself to turn back and watch his back disappear into your once shared bedroom. You turned your back and faced the sink instead, the corner seemingly more appropriate to look at. Your breath was hitching, and you could feel your tear ducts refilling. Damn it, you didn’t want to cry right now. Not until after he had left.

Your tears were prematurely stopped as a shrill, continuous screech of a noise erupted from the TV. The sound then broke into several sustained notes of equal pitch before an automated voice filled the air of the room.

“We interrupt your programming to deliver a warning of severe storms in the areas of…”

The music on your Pandora had paused and had been replaced by a severe storm warning. Your eyes then went to the windows, and you saw that the wind was blowing even more ferociously, but there was now accompanying rain. Seconds later, the announcement revealed that your area was under tornado watch.


Your thoughts were instantly on the fact that B/N would be stranded at your apartment until it blew over. You wouldn’t let him leave in such weather, no matter how awkward this would be for the both of you. You laughed humorlessly to yourself. You got your wish, but it was late and only making the situation worse. That’s what you got for being a stubborn jerk in the first place. You finished the rest of your bottle as the warning finally disappeared and your music started back up. You glanced back at the television then down the hall towards your bedroom. You wondered briefly if you should warn him, giving the chance he was too busy packing to hear the warning himself. But then again…. maybe it would blow over quickly. Maybe it would only last a few minutes at most, and then—

Flash… BOOM!

Your heart had already startled at the sight of bright strike of lightning flashing across your window, but it nearly stopped completely as the sound of the roaring thunder followed not even three seconds later. In straight fear, you crumpled to the ground, your back against the sofa and your head braced between your knees. There was another flash and then a seemingly louder crash of thunder before the lights flickered off and the music of your Pandora station cut off completely. The power was off. It was fully silent besides the pattering of the huge raindrops against the ceiling and windows and the erratic pounding of your heart in your ears. You squeezed your eyes shut, your body trembling. You stayed in that position for what felt like hours when it only a few minutes.


B/N’s soft voice reached your ears and you felt his presence closing in on you, but you kept yourself in your protective position, your terror keeping you from unfolding. You felt his hands pull against your arms, wanting you to move them from around your head and knees. You reluctantly allowed him to, and slowly, you lifted up your head. The room was dark, but you could still see his concerned expression and kind eyes. He could see the fright in yours, and he wanted nothing more than to take that fear away from you.

“I’m here, sweetheart,” he reminded you, and you nodded.

Without saying anything more, he gently gripped both your hands and coaxed you to stand. Lightning stuck once more, and you fell into his arms without a second thought. He didn’t mind in the least, embracing and shielding you. He led you to the hallway, which was the safest area with no windows or glass nearby. You noted from your pressed position against his chest that he had pulled out a few comforters, a blanket, and a pillow off your bed and put them in the hallway to create a pallet. He then led both of you down to the ground on top of the comforters before throwing the blanket over you. You let yourself fall into his embrace, cuddling further into his chest, and he wrapped his arms tightly around you, whispering comforting words in your ear and stroking the skin of your arms until you visibly calmed down. Eventually, the pelting rain, flashing lightning, and screaming thunder didn’t seem so bad now that you were in B/N’s arms again. You appreciated him doing this for you. He was always your rock when the storms came through, and while you were in a tight spot at the moment, you were really thankful that he still decided to take care of you.

“Thank you,” you mumbled against his chest, and you received a hum in response.

You and B/N stayed tightly pressed together, both listening to the storm take out its anger on the world.

“B/N,” you spoke up after counting 100 of his heartbeats. “Will you stay… after the storm lets up?”

You didn’t receive a response right away, and it terrified you. However, your face was gently coaxed upwards seconds later, and you met his relieved gaze. His thumb stroked across your cheeks then your lips.

“I thought you wanted me to—”

“No,” you negated quickly. You brought your lips to meet his, your eyes tearing up once again. “I’m sorry. I was stubborn and stupid. I want you to stay. I never wanted you to go.”

“I never wanted to leave,” he whispered, his grip tightening around your body as he kissed your lips once more. “I never want to leave.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled again against his lips that never let up.

“I’m sorry,” he echoed, eventually rolling you over so he could have better access to your mouth. He kissed you with fervor for a few minutes before pulling back. “I’m sorry about everything. I hate arguing with you.”

“Me too,” you agreed, using B/N’s braced position above you as a chance to wipe at your face. He pressed his lips to your cheeks and forehead before leaving light kisses on your neck, your arms wrapping back around his neck and waist to pull his weight back down on you. “I can’t believe it got this far.”

“It won’t ever get this far ever again,” he spoke determinedly, looking into your eyes with certainty. “We won’t do this anymore. It’s me and you. I promise, baby.”

He sealed the promise with more kisses, and both of you agreed through your actions and whispered words to never let such petty things destroy what you had. The storm blew over hours later, and it took with it the wall that was holding your relationship back.


VIXX and His s/o’s family asks him about children

Originally posted by seokjins-wings


 You were sitting by the table in your family’s house bravely bearing with your relatives’ curious glances. You had every reason to be fine, but you felt for Hakyeon who was trying his best to make a great impression. You thought he was perfect: polite, kind and so full of warmth that nobody could stop smiling at him. Maybe that’s why everyone thought of him as the right one for you.

 Hakyeon kept his hand on your lap, gripping your hands. It was as if he needed constant affirmation that you were there and he wasn’t going to be abandoned anytime soon. He answered numerous questions about his family, work, personal favorites. All of them light and easy. So when they dropped the bomb, Hakyeon almost didn’t believe that they did.

“When can we expect you to start family on your own?”

 You exchanged surprised glances and looked at the relative that spoke up. You already had had the conversation about the possible future together as your relationship was a serious one. Still, it hadn’t prepared you for the question from your family.

“Isn’t it a bit early?” He asked in a high voice.

“Early? How long have you two been together?’

“Two years…”

“Is that early to you?”

“Hey.” You warned the relative, sounding much rougher than you intended. So you softened your tone before continuing. “Don’t worry about it. We’ve talked about starting a family together. We’ll once we’re ready.”

 Hakyeon nodded in agreement, swallowing saliva that agglomerated in his mouth. He felt as much uncomfortable as you did.

“Well, if you talked about it then I shouldn’t have any objections. I’m asking out of pure concern.”

“We know that and we appreciate the care.” Hakyeon assured. He started handling your family better than you expected.

 After that he skillfully steered the conversation away from the two of you, leaving impression of curiosity in your relatives’ lives. You admired him for a longer while before joining the talk.

Originally posted by seokjins-wings


 Although the beginning was a bit uneven between Taekwoon and your family, they considerably quickly warmed up to him. It was always the same with everyone. People felt intimidated by Taekwoon’s appearance meanwhile in reality he was one of the kindest people you knew. That’s why you made a big mistake.

 Meanwhile counting down the reasons why he was such a sweetheart, you mentioned children as his weak spot. That instantly made you relatives sit straight. They glanced curiously between the two of you, some of them stopping their eyes at your hand resting on Taekwoon’s knee.

“That reminds me…” Started one of them. “Have you already talked about starting a family?”

 Your eyes almost fell out in shock. You refused to look at Taekwoon, your body tensing and shifting on the chair. It suddenly became uncomfortable. To think that they would ask something like that while only knowing him for a few hours.

“Please…” You gestured meaningfully.

“What? Isn’t your age perfect to get married? You shouldn’t wait any longer!”

“It’s really not…” Desperate, you tried to reason with them. You felt embarrassed.

“What about you Taekwoon? Don’t you want to start a family?”

 Your boyfriend tightened his hold on your side, never letting his eyes wander to yours. They were full of determination and dignity.

“I do, but I don’t want to rush (y/n). We can take our time. It takes two people to form a family.” When he finished, he looked you in the eye with pure adoration. His gaze was so intense that you dropped yours, even more shy if that’s possible.

 Your relatives all awed at that interaction, touched by Taekwoon’s considerable nature and affection towards you. There was no other option than for him to become their favorite additional family member. 

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Celestial (I)

Author: kpopfanfictrash, moodboard by @m00nk1ld (AN ACTUAL STAR. IT WORKS SO PERFECTLY)

Pairing: You / Hongbin / Taekwoon

Rating: PG-13 

Genre: Fantasy, Space Opera!AU / Royalty!AU

Word Count: 9,017

Description: In a distant galaxy stand six planets which together, form the Coalition. Furthest from the sun is Tenebris, a planet harboring 90% of the Coalition’s feared energy source. Tenebris is a brutal regime led by their shadowy leader, Hongbin. You are born to Exercitus, the warrior planet and serve as a spy in Taekwoon’s army. Your first mission is to pose as a translator to Tenebris, gathering information on Hongbin and his planet in order to return to Taekwoon. Once you arrive though, you find that neither planet nor ruler are what they seem.

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