gorgeous rose cake | đ
will byers stan first human second

cherry valley forever

oozey mess
KIROKAZE

Andulka
Mike Driver
trying on a metaphor

Kaledo Art

⣠Chile in a Photography âŁ
Game of Thrones Daily

â
Misplaced Lens Cap

Love Begins
dirt enthusiast
Acquired Stardust
Today's Document
Cosmic Funnies
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Stranger Things
seen from Greece
seen from Vietnam
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia

seen from Malaysia

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Greece
seen from Denmark

seen from United States
@ourbaeksundae
gorgeous rose cake | đ

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
how to accept an award: got7 styleÂ
Happy Easter! đ°đĽ
OhâŚâŚđ¤
Come onâŚ
Happy Birthday đŁ & Happy Easter!!!
All Night Long
All Night Long (m) (80â˛s song choice)
Words: 9k Warning/genre: 80s!au: smut and language Pairing: Reader x Chanyeol Summary: Chanyeol isnât your stereotypical popular jock. He loves to come into the arcade, you work in, with his friends. Spending all his time having the highest score on at least half of the games. When you two are the only people left in the arcade on a Friday night, there is no telling what adventures youâd get up to that night.Â
Based off of this moodboard by @bluenoceur
You were leaning on the counter with your head in the palm of your hand. You loved working at the arcade but even more because Park Chanyeol came in all the time. He was a very well known senior. He and his group of friends were very popular even though they didnât look like it. Chanyeol has a baby face but a deep voice that made you swoon like any other school girl. Even his smile crushed you like an ant under a boot.
âY/N!â You were snapped out of your thoughts. Your best friends face right in front of yours. âJongin, what are you doing here?â Jongin laughed, âWow, nice to see you too.â âSorry, not what I meant. I just-â âWeâre supposed to meet Jimin and Taemin at the rollerskating rink, like now.â âOh right,â You sighed, looking over at Chanyeol and his friends. One particular coming up to you. âHi how can I -â âCan I get change for this.â Sehun didnât really ask, he just handed you the two dollar bills and youâre nodded. âHey, Jongin,â Sehun smiled. âWhat are you doing here?â He asked as you opened up the cash register. âHey, Sehun. Iâm just picking up Y/N here.â âWho?â âThat would be me,â You said, handing him his change, giving him a fake smile. âOh yeah, I see you two together all the time. Everyone thinks youâre dating.â Sehun gave you a questioning look. âWell, weâre just good friends.â You gave Jongin a wink and Sehun just watched with what looked like slight jealousy in his eyes. âCool,â Sehun took his change turned to Jongin, âKrystal told me you two broke up. Sheâs a total Betty.â âYeah, we just work better as friends.â Jongin nodded awkwardly, shoving his hands into his fake jean lambskin jacket. You have always liked that jacket, Jongin really did have the best style and you admired that about him. Even something so simple, you knew that the way he wore it made him look as if he were about to walk down the runway later. Like now, he was in that jacket but underneath was a striped shirt and brown corduroy pants. You couldnât see from the counter but you guessed he was wearing his favorite white high top converse. He called them his âlucky converseâ but he always wore them so you didnât know how lucky they could be. âSehun!â You all turned to see Baekhyun. âStop flirting and come on!â He yelled next to Chanyeol, who was now closer, at a new game. Sehun just rolled his eyes and walked away and you focused back on Jongin. âI need to go home and change first. I donât want to be in the shirt.â âNo, you donât. I stopped by your house on the way here and got you clothes.â He held up a bag. âWere my parents home?â âNo, but the back door was open as usual.â He said as he handed you your bag over the counter and you laughed. Your and Jonginâs parents were friends, living a few houses down to each other since you were born. You two were only a few months apart and now juniors in one of the only high schools in your small town. You were very lucky to have him. He was someone that stuck with you through all these years. You had some friends that once you hit high school, well, they wanted to start fresh and that meant without you. Krystal being one of them. She would still hang out with you every once in awhile but last year in particular she tried to distance herself. She had joined the cheerleading team over the summer and spent most of her time with those girls. You had started to lose her and then suddenly Jongin started to date her for about a year until now. You had always wondered if he had dated her because you didnât want to lose her but that was probably just big headed of you. âThanks, Nini.â You gave him a smile as you took the bag over the counter. âI donât understand why you call me that.â Jongin smiled. He would never tell you but he loves that nickname. It was special because you gave it to him. He had never liked nicknames but you and Taemin called him all sorts of things and he loved it. âOh you love it,â You said, looking in the bag and seeing what he had packed you. He just kept smiling, you were very much right, he did. âOkay, rad. Thank you! My shift is over in like a minute so Iâll go ahead and change.â You went to move but then Suho came up to say hi. âY/N, whatâs up homegirl?â You heard all the other friends of Chanyeol groan. âSuho, you airhead.â Sehun said and Chen laughed, hitting him. Suho was a very attractive senior and one of Chanyeolâs friends. He was like the parent of the group and in that way, he was really cringey. The boys called him âuncoolâ but they adored him either way. When Suho came with Chanyeol or the other boys he always made it a point to talk to you. You never understood why but he did and he was as sweet as he could be. âJimin was telling me about your Sunday night dungeons and dragons games. Sounds fun⌠I would love to maybe try and play game sometime.â âDammit!â Chanyeol hit the machine as it started to play sad music, indicating that he had lost. Then of course your manager saw and yelled at him not to hit the machine and you giggled. Your manager looking at you and you quickly looked away not wanting to get in deep shit for that. âWhat dude? You beat your high score.â Xiumin nudged him before continuing his conversation with Chen. âI was so close to beating that level⌠Wait did you say dungeons and dragons?â Chanyeol walked over and your breath hitched. He was in an old army jacket with a white shirt and plaid pants. He had a very unique sense of style that you loved to see change from day to day. He was one of the only people that had pink hair. Girls did it to be âpunkâ but Chanyeol really pulled it off and you wanted to run your fingers through it so badly and- âYeah, every Sunday.â Jongin gave you a look across the counter. He could tell you were way too excited that Chanyeol was in front of you. You were expecting Chanyeol to make fun of it like he doesnât spend his afternoons in an arcade shoving all the money in slots and staring at a screen. âOh, thatâs why youâre never here.â Chanyeol looked at you and your mouth went dry. âThatâs really cool. Iâve played a few times but can never find good people to play with.â âWell, we are super serious about it.â Jongin said and you wanted to kick him. âBut you should come play with us.â All three boys looked at you, surprised you were finally saying something. âI mean, you might not be able to keep up but there is always fun in numbers.â You said sassily. You had read in your motherâs Cosmo, to mess with boys like they like to mess with girls because they sometimes find it endearing. You figured you had a 50-50 shot anyway. Chanyeol looked baffled and you were nervous before he smiled at you. âOh, I can keep up.â âWeâll see,â you couldnât help but grin and Jongin spoke. âUm-okay. Well, we always play at Y/Nâs house. Itâs the normal hang out spot. We play in her basement, itâs pimped out.â Suho and Chanyeol laughed at that statement. Chanyeol then sighed, âWell, we need to head out. Weâre supposed to meet Lay. See you guys later! Bye, Jongin. Bye Y/N,â Chanyeol made the gesture, pointing at his eyes and then pointing to you like he was saying, he would be watching you. Your smile was massive as he called for the other boys and Jongin rolled his eyes, telling you to go change or you could ride your bike to the rink.
You and Jongin finally made it to the rink, meeting up with Taemin and Jimin. You were not the best at skating but all the other boys were great. They were all very graceful, unlike you. Jongin would sometimes get annoyed with you when you hung onto him so Jimin was the guy who was always helping or just holding your hand while skating.
You didnât skate for long after you fell multiple times. Sitting on the sidelines watching your friends before shifting your eyes to see a girl from your school hold onto Chanyeol, acting like she didnât know what she was doing. Funny thing was you saw her here two weeks ago skating like a pro. Well, you guess not so funny to you. You had forgotten that Lay worked at the rollerskating rink so of course Chanyeol would be here. You were afraid that he would think you were stalking him but then again this was a small town. You rubbed your knee as Lay came over, giving you an ice pack. âSay, you had a few falls. Doing better?â âYeah, Iâm great.â you shrugged, as he handed you the ice pack. âYou look familiar.â âWe go to school togetherâŚâ âWell I figured but-â âI work at the arcade.â âAh, thatâs what it is. Chanyeol loves that place. I think he just has a thing for you. For some reason heâs too afraid to talk to you. But you seem pretty cool.â Your brain when into sensory overload and when you tired to put the words together to ask him, what the hell he was talking about but he was called over by his friends, not even giving you a second glance. You looked over at Chanyeol who made eye contact with you before giving you a small wave. You just smiled before Jongin coming up to you, asking if you were ready to go.
You were at school the next day. Ready to go home, luckily you only had two classes left. Your parents were going to visit your older brother Kyungsoo since he was away at college. Sadly, you couldnât get off work to go with them. Someone had taken off before you. You missed him dearly but you two always had an hour long conversation on Sundays before playing dungeons and dragons with your friends. Kyungsoo was actually the one who started the whole tradition. So you continued it on, excited for him to come back during the holidays so you could play together. The one plus side being, that you would have the house to yourself all weekend. You would be at work tonight and mid day tomorrow but you were excited. You and Jongin making plans to watch a movie and get a bunch of food with the money your parents left you. You were so ready to go home to an empty house. You were sure your parents would call while you were at work and leave a message, expecting you to call but you were adult free and that was wild to you. You felt like an adult in a silly way. You just wish you had a car. Jongin did though and that was good enough.Â
When the final bell rang you jumped out of your seat. Sprinting to your locker you slowed down as you saw Chanyeol walking with Sehun and Baekhyun. You fixed your hair as you walked casually to your locker, looking at him out of the corner of your eye. âHey, Y/N.â You watched his thin lips speak and at first you thought you were having a fantasy right in the middle of the hallway. You definitely had multiple fantasies of him with your name coming out of his mouth. But he looked over at you as he was still walking, adding a smile. âSee you at the arcade later.â âI- I- um yeah. Totally! See you.â You waved and Sehun straight up laughed at you. Giving you a, better luck next time look. You didnât care though. Chanyeol had publicly said, âhelloâ to you and you were loosing it, only slightly. You leaned up against your locker and girls across the hall gave you jealous looks. But why would anyone look at them when their hair was so teased up. They went a little too crazy on the Farrah Fawcett hairspray. You grabbed what you needed, only having one thing for homework. You ran down the stairs and out the building as you found Jonginâs car. He was leaned up against his, âhot rodâ he liked to called it, along with Jimin and a friend named Jin. Jin was a very good looking senior. He was popular in a different way, Captain of the football team apparently did modeling on the side but you had never seen pictures. âYeah, well Iâll see you later to work on the project then.â Jin said as Taehyung came up to grab him. âHyung, we have practice. Come one,â he grabbed Jin and saw you. âOh, hey Y/N.â He flicked his hair back. âTae, how are you?â You said awkwardly as Jongin and the boys watched. âGreat, just heading to practice. You coming to the game tomorrow?â He asked and Jin laughed at him as Taehyung puffed out his chest. You made a noise like you had forgotten. âIâll be at work, sorry.â You had no interest in going to that nor would you if you were off. The thing about Taehyung was that since the two of you slept together he tried to get you to go out with him occasionally. Heâs a sweet guy but you werenât each otherâs type. Sleeping with him, the both of you drunk, was not your finest half hour. âOh, well maybe another time. Before the season ends.â âYeah, maybe so.â You smiled politely nodding as Jin grabbed Taehyung. âAlright, bye guys.â âBye,â you all said in unison. âWhat was that about?â Jongin asked with a laugh. âNothing,â you muttered as Jimin nudged you with giggle.Â
Jongin and Jimin hung out with you until you had to go to work. They dropped you off. Jongin telling you to call his house when you were ready to go home. âI think Sixteen Candles is out at the video store. We could rent it?â âSounds good to me. I want to see it. Anyway, Iâll call you when I get off. Okay? Have a good night.â You said to the boys as they said their goodbyes and you walked into work with a sigh. You punched in and since it was only 4:15 it was mostly just the after school crowd. Plus it was Friday so it would stay packed for awhile. It wasnât until about 7:45 that Chanyeol and his gang walked in. They all surprisingly said, âhelloâ or nodded at you. Chanyeol smiling as he was the last one to walk in, âItâs later.â His smile was contagious as you tried to hold it together. âMiss me?â You almost said, yes, but you kept your cool. âLovely to see you as always.â His eyebrows shot up, âLovely? Oh, Iâm flattered.â He said as he walked away and you giggled to yourself. You tried to stay focused on other things during the night. But you did hear Xiumin and Chen get tired, âWhy must we always hangout here? I mean we could go see Nightmare on Elm Street. I came out today.â âYeah, Channy boy. I want to go do something else. Weâre always here.â Lay said. âI mean I didnât have to work tonight. I want to go try and get some girls. Heather is having a party tonight. Her older brother got her beer.â âThen why donât you all go? Iâm not making you stay.â Chanyeol said as you went to go play a game behind the one they were all at. âWell, okay. Weâre going to the game tomorrow? I told Jackie I would watch her perform.â Lay said. âPreform? Sheâs a cheerleader.â Baekhyun laughed. âEither way, skirts are flying.â Lay answered and Chen and Xiumin high fived, nodding with a laugh. âWhat does that even mean?â Sehun said with a disgusted face. âDonât worry your pretty little head.â Lay said as he pinched Sehunâs cheek, Sehun pushing him off. âNow, I need to go get laid. Anyone coming?â âWe are!â Xiumin and Chen said in unison and Suho followed. You sighed in relief. Now you just wish the other two would go.Â
It was about 20 till closing and your manager had left, asking you to close up. You only said yes because you were hoping to have any sort of conversation with Chanyeol. Baekhyun had come over to ask you some questions as Sehun cheered Chanyeol on. âSo how long have you worked here?â âAlmost two years. I like video games. Plus itâs nice to get away from reality for awhile⌠in a game.â You answered as the last parent came to pick up their son. It was only the four of you in there. âHuh, I never thought about it like that.â Baekhyun said and you looked him over. He was shorter but very lean. He was very chatty but in a way that made you believe he was interested. He was very popular with the ladies. They loved his hair espically. You were never one for mullets but the red and black was pretty sexy on him. You still didnât get why the mullet was so popular during this decade. âWell, I think that Sehun and I were going to go see Nightmare on Elm Street. I heard itâs supposed to be crazy scary.â âI saw the previews on mtv. It looks creepy. I love scary movies.â âMe too! Chanyeol likes them but heâs a total wimp.â Baekhyun whispered. âI am not, you bitch!â Chanyeol yelled and you both laughed. âWell either way, Sehun we better go. It starts in 20 minutes and you know itâs gonna be packed.â Sehun nodded and backed away from the game he started to play. âChanny, you coming?â Sehun asked. Chanyeol looked up from the game over to you and then back at the game. âNo, Iâm good. Have fun, guys. See you tomorrow.â âO-okay, will do. Night!â Sehun said as they walked out the door. âBye, Chanyeol. Bye, Y/N.â Baekhyun waved and smiled and you did the same. Now it was 10 before closing and it was just you and Chanyeol. You shut everything down that you needed and started playing beside Chanyeol. âDo you want me to leave the place open a little later? My boss is gone.â Chanyeol was playing intensely as you looked over and he stayed in laser focus. It was quite impressive. âNah, donât worry about it. I donât want to keep you from your plans.â You soon lost, too busy paying attention to his profile. The Pac-Man machine making the sound to indicate you lost made you and Chanyeol look at it. âWhoops,â You said as you focused back. Chanyeol looked back at his game. âOh shit,â He said as his character was quickly killed. âDamn, well. That sucked, man I want more videos games to play at home. Standing sucks,â he said while stretching his long limbs as you tried not to watch. âY/N, donât die!â Chanyeol said, startling you. âWha- oh godâ You whispered as Chanyeol came up behind you, putting his hand over yours as he helped you get away from the ghosts. âThere we go, thatâs it.â He said lowly in your ear as his body was pressed against yours and yours was pressed up against the warm machine. You could smell his lingering cologne as his soft skin rubbed against yours. âYes!â He shouted and you jumped, looking at the screen seeing you won. How long had you been in your head? âThanks, Chanyeol. Youâre totally boss.â Chanyeol stood back and you sighed sadly. âPac-Man is a fun game. And thank you, I know I am but itâs always lovely to hear it.â He smiled at you and you rolled your eyes. âSo⌠you hungry?â You looked up at Chanyeol. âUm- yeah actually.â Wondering where this was going. âWell, there a dinner right down the street. You want to get some grub?â You stood there for a moment. âUm well-â âIf not itâs okay-â âNo, just let me call Jongin. He was supposed to pick me up. I donât want him to worry.â âYeah, I can take you home.â Chanyeol said and you smiled bashfully. âOkay- um great. Iâll call him and then close up.â âSure, Iâll meet you outside. I need to get my jacket from my car.â He said as he walked to the door. âCool.â Your cheeks hurt from your smile as you went to the phone behind the counter and quickly punched Jonginâs number in. After three rings, âHello?â âMrs. Kim! Hi, is Jongin there?â âHello, darling! He is, let me grab him for you.â âThank you,â You said as you tapped your foot, waiting. âY/N?â âHey, donât worry about picking me up. Chanyeol said heâd drive me home. Weâre getting food.â You said excitedly. âOh- okay- well, so no movie night?â âAwe, Nini. I mean I donât know when Iâll get home. I donât want you to wait up. I work the afternoon shift tomorrow. Pick me up at 4:15 and Iâm all yours.â âPromise?â He asked and your heart pounded. There had been a few times lately where you just loved when Jongin needed you. You didnât know if it was just because he wanted you around or something else. âHave I ever broken one?â âFair enough. Iâll see you tomorrow.â âSee you, Nini.â âY/N-â âYeah?â âBe careful, okay?â âI will, donât worry.â âI know you like him so just-â âJongin, donât worry. Iâll be safe.â He sighed, âOkay, goodnight.â âNight!â You hung up, running around the counter, grabbing your jacket and turning the lights off. Meeting Chanyeol outside and locking the door. He was leaning against his black camaro and you admired his different clashing patterns. Only he could pull that off. âYou ready, mâlady?â He pushed off his car, holding out his hand. âYes, good sir.âÂ
You and Chanyeol were sat in a booth by the window, looking out into the dark Autumn night. You both ordered a burger and fries, Chanyeol swearing they had the best. You sipped your coke as Chanyeol talked about the fact that he plays the guitar. âWow, was it hard to learn?â You asked, leaning against your arm. You were trying to focus on his words but he just looked so soft. You couldnât help be sigh in awe. âNo, not really. I enjoyed learning. Music is just a passion of mine.â âRadical,â you nodded, watching his lips curl around his straw before he coughed and you could believe you had just said- âYeah, it is pretty radical⌠Youâre so cute.â He smiled as the waitress came over, giving you your burgers with a fake smile. You were too shocked to care. Your stomach growling, smelling the food and Chanyeol heard it and laughed. âYou better chow down.â âYeah,â You said as you picked up the burger. The thing is you ate so fast you were trying to calm yourself down. You didnât want to seem like a pig. On the other hand you were so hungry you didnât care. You always finished your food before Jongin. You scarfed it down and would always steal food off his plate. Well, you guess it wasnât stealing when he let you do it. He was a good friend like that. You finally took a bite and you were very surprised. A moan escaping out of your mouth as you chewed. âRight,â Chanyeol said with excitement after he swallowed, taking a drink. âYou wouldnât suspect a place like this.â You nodded, swallowing. âWow, I mean that totally melts in your mouth.â âI know,â Chanyeol sighed. âI always feel like I could eat about three of these.â âWell, if you do, I probably would too.â You retorted and he chuckled. The two of you sat there and talked for awhile. You spoke about school, teachers, games and college. It was easy with Chanyeol. He was a great listener, very attentive. You still were a bit nervous. You had such a crush on him so he was intimidating. But that seemed to melt away as you got to know him better. He told you about his favorite music. Telling you heâd make you a mixtape with all the âgoodâ music on it. You smiled, imagining yourself in your room late at night dancing around your room to the tape he made just for you. You told him that you enjoyed singing. âMaybe one day you and I can rock out with your guitarâŚâ âOh, nice! Like our own little concert. That could be fun. Good idea,â He winked at you and it took everything you had in you not to squeal.Â
For dessert you ordered shakes. You got strawberry and Chanyeol got chocolate. He offered you a drink of his and you were way too excited to drink after him. Lips touching his straw, you definitely needed to calm down. You looked out the window as it got quiet. Chanyeol circled his straw around, pushing around his shake in the glass. âSo⌠you and JonginâŚâ You took a drink of your milkshake, looking back at Chanyeol. âWhat about him?â âI mean, are you two together?â âWhat?â You scoffed, âNo.â âWoah, okay. Take a chill pill.â Chanyeol chuckled. âI mean- Iâm just saying, you two are super close. Heâs always by your side. He just seems to really like you.â âI mean, I hope so. Heâs my best friend.â âAwe, sweet sweet Y/N. I mean, itâs obvious he has a crush on you.â Your eyes widened, âNo, it is definitely not obvious. Donât you think I would know?â âNot necessarily, I mean heâs trying to hide it.â âChanyeol, just shut up.â you laughed. âWhatâs your damage? Heâs a nice guy. I heard that he only dated Krystal for you.â âWell, I still did lose her so⌠where did you even hear that?â âKrystal,â Chanyeol said. âApparently Jongin told her that he had feelings for someone else and she thought it was you.â You sat there in shock. You and Jongin were close but you couldnât imagine he liked you. You were yourself around him, you were gross and weird. He liked that? âNo way.â âI think he does.â Chanyeol shrugged as he finished his shake and you couldnât touch yours anymore. âSo what, you just wanted to break this news to me?â You sat back. âWell, no. I just thought you should know. I like you a lot. Youâre cute and funny. I pay more attention to you then you know.â âBut-â âSo why havenât you tried with Jongin?â âBecause of my crush on you.â You answered truthfully. You had learned way too much heavy shit tonight to care about anything else. âYou like me?â Chanyeol said happily. âYouâre not as cool as I thought you were.â âHey!â You laughed and Chanyeol spoke again, âI like you too and I would date you in a heartbeat but I like Jongin and I honestly think you should give him a try.â âChanyeol, thatâs not how it works-â âY/N, you couldnât last a day without him. I mean think about it. Heâs handsome, he knows the real you, loves the real you. Jongin always is there when you need him. He gives up dates to be with you. I mean he gave up one tonight.â âWith who?â âAmber Davis.â âSheâs so pretty,â You said and you felt a tinge of jealousy. You were always a little jealous when Jongin when out on dates. It like when he was with Krystal. You just thought you didnât want someone stealing your best friend. But then there were nights where you would just stare at his lips as he spoke, wondering how they would feel against yours. You figured that was just your hormones. Then there was the day you walked in on Jongin changing. He had just gotten out of the shower. You didnât know this of course. You came over, his mother telling you he should be in his room. The door was cracked and you wanted to throw it back and scare him but when you peeked, his towel dropped. âChanyeol, I have a crush on you.â Chanyeol smiles softly, âThat warms my heart but I do think you should give Jongin a chance.â âOkay⌠I will.â âWow, thatâs great. I mean Iâm a little sad-â âOn one condition.â âWait, what?â He looked confused, sitting up to listen. âYou take me out tonight. Show me what one night would be like with you. I want to get you out of my system. If it doesnât work with Jongin, we go out again.â âI mean of course Iâll take you out of it doesnât work with him.â âBut of it does, I want to have had this night with you. I donât want to think about you if Iâm with him, wondering what this could have been.â âY/N, I donât know. Itâs already so late. Wonât your parents worry?â âTheyâre out of town for the weekend. Come on, please. One night, Chanyeol. Just me and you.â Chanyeol looked you over for a minute. âFine, just because I do think the two of you will work. I want to be able to have at least one night with you. And iâm still coming to dungeons and dragons.â âOh course! I want you as a friend too. We have a lot in common. I think youâre a great guy.â Chanyeol stuck his hand out, âDeal?â âDeal,â you smiled as you shook his hand. Chanyeol then smacked down some cash for the bill. âAlright, letâs move it. We have a lot to cover.â You both got up in excitement. This was the night you had been waiting for.
You both got into his jet black camaro. You had never been in a car like this. It was so fast and loud, riding around in it made your body tingle. âHold on,â Chanyeol would whisper in a raspy voice as he flew down the highway. The windows were down as the hard rock blasted from the speakers and you screamed in happiness. You felt free and you were going to take advantage of that for this one dream night. You didnât even bother asking where the two of you were going. You wanted it to be surprise, you wanted to go into this not knowing. You embraced the night sky as the air hit you, arm out the window as Chanyeol sang along with the music. You enjoyed the night as Chanyeol pulled up to a building. âPark Plumbing and Co? Isnât this your dadâs business?â You asked as Chanyeol parked and turned off the car. âIt is, I have the keys to it. Sometimes I like to go in there at night. It doesnât have cameras so Iâll go and move stuff around to mess with peopleâs head.â You both got out and walked up to the building. âThatâs so twisted⌠I love it.â It was a two story building. You didnât know why a plumbing company had two floors but there were a ton of offices who didnât lock their door so you and Chanyeol went in. The two of you giggling as you slightly moved stuff around. âDo you do this often?â You asked as you moved a cup of pencils to the opposite side of the desk that belonged to, according to the name card, Mr. Hood. âOnly when my dad pisses me off. I want him to think this place is haunted. Heâs terrified of ghosts.â You laughed, taking the name plate out and flipping it upside down. âDoesnât your mom run an antique shop on the square?â âShe does. I wish I had the keys to that place. Itâs so spooky at night. Apparently it used to be a bank and when that closed down it was just abandoned. So thereâs still a whole bunch of furniture there. It so scary at night or when the room are dark.â âI like scary places.â âYou do?â The two of you walked into another office. âYeah,â you moved one thing and then leaned against the desk as you spoke to Chanyeol. âItâs thrilling, you donât know whatâs going to happen.â âThatâs true. You know that abandoned hospital, off Jefferson?â âOh yeah! That place looks terrifying. Iâve heard some crazy shit about it.â Chanyeol finished what he was doing and took your hand. You froze slightly but followed him. âWe could go there.â âYeah, right. Iâm not about to just stroll on in there.â Chanyeol laughed, âOkay, we donât have to⌠chicken.â He lead you to a hallway that had stairs. The two of you walking up. âCall me chicken, I donât give a shit. We could go and you could totally run away and leave me stranded.â Chanyeol opened a door and you were suddenly on the roof. âOh wow,â he wind was really hitting you up there. You were glad it wasnât too tall of a building but you could see some other business. Plus the sky looked beautiful. âThatâs what Baekhyun did to me. The boys and I went to the abandoned hospital during the day and it was still scary as hell.â You listened as your skin got goosebumps from the crisp air and because Chanyeol was still holding your hand tightly. âSo we break off into groups and somehow I get stuck with Baekhyun. I mean heâs an even bigger baby than I am.â âI can see that.â âRude, but Iâll let that slide.â He said and you chuckled. âWe were walking through the psychiatric ward and we start to hear a loud banging.â You stiffened at the story, slightly nervous. âItâs inconsistent but itâs still there. For some reason I wanted to get closer to it and all the sudden while we were walking toward it a door burst open and Baekhyun is suddenly gone from my side. He left my ass, yelling âsorryâ while screaming! Turns out is was just Sehun because heâs not scared of anything.â âOh my gosh!â You started to laugh. âDonât laugh at my pain! I was terrified. I practically shit my pants. It was horrifying and I was frozen and out walks Sehun just giggling, the prick.â âI would have cried.â âI did once I got home,â Chanyeol said and you both laughed. âJongin scared me like that once. He hid in my closet when we were kids. I was deathly afraid of my closet when I was young. I thought that there was a monster living in there and still to this day I canât sleep with my closet door open. Jongin knew this and one day I was at home waiting for him to come over and I went into my room and my closet door started to shake and I heard scary moaning coming out of it and I screamed when it burst it open and out came my so called best friend.â You weâre still butt hurt about it. âI was so upset I yelled at him and told him I didnât want to hang out with him ever again, so I made him leave. He only lives three houses down but I was furious.â Chanyeol was dying laughing as you had said that story in detail. Using your hands to show the intensity of the situation. âOh- oh my god. You poor thing. You must have been terrified.â âBelieve me I was. I told my mom that Jongin wasnât my friend anymore and I banned him from the house.â âYouâre cute,â Chanyeol said as he used your hand to pull you closer. You felt your face redden as you were standing there in his arms. You both stood there and talked for a while before moving back inside and hanging out in his dadâs office. You were laid out on the couch as Chanyeol was spread out on the ground. The two of you sharing and laughing for what seems like ages and apparently it was because suddenly Chanyeol shot up, checking his watch. âHoly shit, weâve been here for two hours!â âReally?â You sat up, âWow, I didnât even realize.â âMe either, too wrapped up in you.â Chanyeol said as he got up. âYou want something to drink? Thereâs a convenient store down the street thatâs open 24 hours.â âSure, sounds great. I could use some caffeine right about now.â You said and Chanyeol pulled you off the couch, making you run into him. âOh-â âDamn, Y/N, calm down. I know you like me butâŚâ he smiled as you pushed him back. âShove off,â You tried to hide your smile. âI like them feisty.â Chanyeol said as he ran off before you could hit him.Â
The two of you ran through the convenience store. Both trying to get to the Coke before the other one. You heard the cashier sigh as he watched the two of you run around. Chanyeol was the first to get there. âLoser!â He made an L with his fingers putting it up to his forehead as he leaned down and put his face close to yours.
You shoved him back. âNot fair, your legs are longer than mine.â âSure~ just a sore loser.â Chanyeol said as he grabbed the two glass Coke bottles out of the cold glass case. The two of you walked down another aisle looking at the candy and chips. âYou hungry?â He asked and you clung to his side as a creepy man can in, watching the two of you. Chanyeol looked down at you and caught your eyes watching the man. âBaby?â He leaned down and kissed you. You were shocked, looking up at the grinning boy. âDonât worry, Iâll keep you safe.â You normally didnât like it when people gave you pet names or nicknames. Jongin called you, doll face when he was trying to embarrass you but for some reason, baby coming out of Chanyeolâs mouth was too much. His voice was so deeply delicious as it was raspy. You wanted to hear him whisper it to you. You also wondered what it would sound like coming out of Jonginâs mouth but you shook your head. âYou want candy?â He asked. âIâm good,â You gripped his jacket as you looked up at him pulling the two of you close together. âYouâre really cute.â âHey, thatâs my line,â Chanyeol pressed his long finger into your dimple. âWay cuter than me.â The creepy guy watched from another aisle and Chanyeol yelled, âEat my shorts, dude!â âChanyeol,â you scolded him. âYouâre not Bart Simpson, letâs just go.â Chanyeol huffed at the guy as he held you close while the two of you walked up to the counter getting your cokes. Paying and opening them on the way out to the car. You both got in and you didnât know where to go but you were not ready for the night to be over. âChanyeol, your car is really sexy.â Chanyeol nodded with a cute chuckle. âI agree,â he started driving around the town. He would point at houses and tell you who lived there. He would tell you about gossip he heard as well. âWhere on earth did you hear that?â âFrom my mom! She runs an antique shop a lot of the older rich or women come in and tell her gossip or she overhears it. Iâm telling you, Mrs. Fletcher who owns the car dealership with her her husband is fucking Jin.â âNo, no way. I refuse to believe that.â âItâs a small town, Y/N. Even if itâs not real, I mean, sheâs rich and Iâd want to be pampered.â âSheâs such a bitch. I mean my dad and I went to look at cars for my 18th birthday next year and she totally was like buy something or leave.â âSheâs a totally bitch but maybe sheâs nicer now that sheâs getting boned.â âEw,â You said and he laughed. âJust saying, I mean people usually are a lot nicer when theyâre getting laid. Heâs her boy toy for sure.â âMaybe so⌠speaking of which, have you ever had sex in your car?â Chanyeol almost choked on his Coke. He put it down in the cupholder as the two of you were cruising the town. There really wasnât much to do in 1984 when you lived in a small town. Nothing was open except the convenient store and you were not ready to go home yet. You definitely wanted this wonderful one night only date to end in something fun. âY/NâŚâ âThatâs a yes,â you laughed. Chanyeol was surprised you were laughing. He had had sex with a few girls but none of them had ever wanted to hear about the others. If they did it was a trick and he definitely learned soon enough since the last time a girl asked she tried to beat him up. âI mean it was just a handjob. We were at the drive in a town over. But Iâve never done it in my car before.â âDo you want to?â Chanyeol looked at you and then the road doing a double take. âY/N, um-â âOh come on Chanyeol, iâm not naĂŻve. Donât you want to end this night with a bang, literally.â You giggled and he still couldnât believe what he was hearing. Normally guys had to almost beg girls to sleep with them. âItâs not like youâre my first either.â âDamn, just break my heart why donât you.â âOh please, itâs just one night. I mean, perfect way to end the night. Once you take me home this night will be a memory to the both of us. I donât want to wonder what it wouldâve been like, I want to know.â âJesus, how am I hard just by that statement? You donât even want to go home? You just want to do it on my car?â âYeah,â you smiled. â I want to be the girl that you had sex in your car with. Even if you do it with another girl in your car youâll remember that I was the first.â You said proudly. Chanyeol shook his head with a huge unbelievable smile. Still reeling at the fact that you wanted to have sex with him. âWell, should we go up to Query Lane?â Query Lane was basically like the lovers lane of every small town. âNo, I hear perverts try to watch from the bushes.â âWell, what about the school parking lot?â âChanyeol, are you kidding me? If a cop found us we could totally get in trouble. I mean weâre having sex at a place where kids go.â âWell, shit, I donât know! Iâm just too excited with the fact that Iâm about to have sex with you.â He said truthfully and you blushed. âI think I know the place, take a right up here.â
You told Chanyeol where to park as he pulled into a church parking lot. âY/N, I feel weird.â âWhat? I mean I know itâs crazy but you can park behind this building and no one will see. I mean there are woods back there and then the nearest house is all the way over there,â you pointed. âI guess youâre right. Itâs just funny what people will go through these days to fuck each other.â You shrugged, âGet the backseat.â âWell damn, am I just taking orders?â âIf you want to get laid you are.â That caught his attention because he moved quicker than you had ever seen a human move. Almost like Jongin when he was around chicken. Chanyeol has already kicked his shoes off on the way to the backseat. Then removing his jacket and shirt. You watched as he removed the rest, throwing it in the front seat as you removed your jacket, shoes and socks. âDonât take off everything, I want to take it off of you.â He said smoothly and you started to get butterflies in your stomach. You made your way back there to a naked Chanyeol. He pulled you into the back and placed you on his lap. You felt his long member against your jeans. âYou feel that? Youâve made me so hard, Y/N.â He brought your hand down to feel him as the two of you kept eye contact. âYouâre so cute.â He said and you scoffed but he just chuckled, moving your hand as he slowly removed your shirt, fingertips gliding against your skin. The eye contact was making you wet with excitement. He threw your shirt up in the front as he made eye contact with your chest, reaching back and unclasping your bra. Letting it slide down your shoulders before the threw the bra in the front. Chanyeol reached for both breasts, massaging them before engulfing one in his mouth. Dancing his tongue around your nipple. While he did that your head fell back, mouth open with soft moans filling the car. He then started to undo your belt and pants. Releasing your nipples from his mouth, you groaned. He then helped you push off your underwear and pants, putting them in the front seat with everything else. You moved back up on Chanyeolâs lap, his thick member brushing against your folds. Chanyeol moaned and you smiled, loving the feeling of being in control.
âY/N, baby- fuck.â He swore and you felt a rush in your body when he called you, baby, again. He stilled your hips as he moved himself to your entrance. Pushing in slowly as he watched your face for signs of discomfort. You swallowed hard as he finally pushed himself all the way in. Letting out growl, Chanyeol tried to control himself, seeing you needed a minute to get use to it. When you started to move he gave you sweet but passionate kisses. You arched your back, trying to ride him as good as you could. He filled you up. His dick was long, feeling him in your stomach. You were trying not to go crazy because all you wanted to do was make him come at this point. He just felt so good inside of you. âY/N, youâve gotten me so fucking hard. Shit! Iâve never been this turned on.â You smiled to yourself and then he suddenly started to move slightly which made you drop your smile and moan. âChan- Chanyeol, oh yeah, yes thatâs so good oh my god.â You grunted as you held onto him tightly. You started to circle your hips as you went down quickly and moving up slowly. Chanyeol was making all kinds of noises and you could tell you were driving him crazy. You kept up with that pattern, wanting to make him feel good. And he did, he was in his element. Loving how warm you felt around him. âBaby, thatâs it. Fuck me like you mean it.â He held your hips as you stared to quickly move your body down on his cock, making him beg for it. âThatâs it, thatâs it. Look at you. You know how to work that ass for me, huh?â He spread both his big hands around your neck, helping you thrust down on him. âYouâre all mine tonight. Youâre going to ache for my cock when you wake up.â âChanyeol,â You grunted. âYouâre going to make me wish I never told you to go after Jongin.â He held tighter and you felt your eyes roll into the back of your head. It was so hot in the car but you felt to good to care. Chanyeol bringing you up close and personal, whispering sweet dirty nothings into your ear as he sucked on your earlobe. You held his soft pink hair tightly as he bit down on your ear, making you scream his name. âThatâs it, same my name!â âChanyeol, fuck!â You cried out as he picked you up, turning you around so he could move better inside you. You were both squished in his backseat but it still felt so good. âCall me baby,â You asked for it at least once more as Chanyeolâs long body got positioned and this thrusts were quick and erratic. Either way he was hitting that spot inside of you that made you see stars. âYes, yes,â you could barely get out. Felt like he was stuffing you and you could barely breathe in the best way. âBaby,â he whispered and you gasped. âThatâs right baby, let me take care of you. I want you to come for me. Youâve been such a good girl riding my cock. I want to take care of you and have you come for me. All around me.â You moaned so loudly for him whimpering at the end as his hips pounded into you. You were hitting the seat in the same steady rhythm. âRight there thatâs it!â You gasped again, louder. âBaby,â he groaned, âLook at you, fuck Iâm lucky to see you like this at least once. Iâll always remember this night. You have no idea.â He kissed up your neck, bodies engulfed in one another. âSo tight, Y/N, you feel so good.â His sweet yet sensual words pushed you off the edge as he said one last thing, âMine.â After that you lost it. Yelling his name as your hand hit the window trying to hold yourself up as you were shaking. âFuck thatâs so good,â you whined as he kept fucking you. Your voice sounded so different to you, basically begging for more. Begging him to keep fucking you. This was all that you wanted for this night. âThatâs my baby,â Chanyeol said as he filled you up, thrusts sloppy. Holding onto you so tight as he whispered your name in ecstasy. You pulled his head to kiss you as it was leaning against your chest. The kisses were soft as the two of you started to giggle, not believing what you had just done together back of his car in this location. You looked at the windows, âHoly shit, we fogged it up.â Chanyeol was too busy looking at you before you turned his head and he saw what you meant. He just laughed before saying, âWe definitely got it hot up in here.â Chanyeol then moved, holding you for a little while in the backseat. Draping his jacket over the two of you. You were at peace with this night. You were more than happy with the way things turned out. After about half an hour of silence and holding each other with a few kisses. The two of you got dressed and got back into the front seat. Holding hands and driving off.Â
Chanyeol pulled up in your driveway after you gave him directions. The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes. Each not wanting the night to end. This was your first real date and you were glad it was with Chanyeol. âSorry to keep you up. I know you have work. I didnât even realize it was almost 4 am.â âDonât worry about it,â you smiled and shook your head. âIt was definitely worth it. Thank you for a memorable first date with you.â Chanyeol blushed, âI should be thanking you⌠but you should get some rest.â âItâs worth it. Besides, I know Jongin will let me nap tomorrow. I always nap in his bed while he plays video games with Taemin.â âYou two are really cute.â âChanyeol, you donât have to say that.â âI mean it. I wouldnât try to push you on to him if I didnât think youâd be great together. But if it doesnât work out. You know where I am⌠So youâll ask Jongin out?â Chanyeol grinned brightly like he was the biggest fan of you and Jongin trying something. You had started to think about Jongin through the night and the more and more you thought about him the more you wanted to try things out with him. Jongin would always be your other half and as much fun as you had tonight, Chanyeol seemed to just be a fling. Heâd be leaving within the year to go to college anyway but this⌠you gotta have this night and nothing could take that away. âI will. Are you still coming over for dungeons and dragons?â âYou bet you cute little ass I am.â Chanyeol said excitedly and you rolled your eyes with a laugh. âIâm still going to be your friend. Donât worry, you canât get rid of me this easily.â âNight, Chanyeol. Sunday at 4, in my basement. Bring a snack.â You leaned over and kissed him quickly but softly. Enjoying the last kiss youâd have with Chanyeol. You pulled apart slowly, faces inches apart and you saw Chanyeolâs eyes were still closed. âSee you then,â you grinned as you quickly got out and run inside. Chanyeol waited until you got in before he sped off. You leaned against your closed front door and sighed. You could have melted into a puddle right there. Of course it wasnât your fairytale ending but it was a night youâd never forget.

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
Meminerunt Omnia Amantes (M)
Workshop photo from Curious Expeditions on flickr
Themes: alchemy/medieval fantasy!AU, angst, self-induced memory loss, marriage/romance, some smut
Warnings: contains sexual themes and explicit sexual content not suitable for readers under 18 years of age
Pairing: husband!Sehun x fem!reader
Description: He removed himself for the sake of your safety, not knowing that in protecting your person, he left your heart defenseless.Â
Word Count: a loosely/imperfectly edited ~7.9k
A/N: @kyungseokieâ and @yeoldontknowâ were right â thereâs something different about writing for your bias. Thank you @jenmyeonsâ and @kyungseokieâ for looking at early drafts of this and being spice scene advisors, and thank you @baek-byuniesâ for inspiring and encouraging me to try writing spice again. I knew of you are fellow Sehun stans, but because this fic contains mature content and I donât recall whoâs okay with that, Iâve left out the tags. DM me if itâs okay to tag you in spicy content going forward!
Keep reading
todayâs special is chef yeolâs tteokbokki đĽđ˝
A Triple Threat
lovely gif by pikayeollie
This is the long awaited baek x oc x baĂŤk smut, sorry it took 10 years, and Iâm still not completely satisfied lmao
[ Contains: BaĂŤkhyun. Is that not enough of an explanation? Well, then, weâre going â rough hours again. Deepthroating, airplay/choking, creampie, dirty talk(heâs filthy), cunnilingus, etc. ]
Yolo
____
You were used to hearing odd noises in the dead of night. A random pop here, a fallen bag there. Your house was the oldest on the block; left in your hands after your grandparents passed on and you didnât have the heart to leave so many years of family history behind. And being a frequent visitor during your winter breaks, youâve grown accustomed to the aches of the old house.
Keep reading
Felon | 01
â Link to Masterlist
â Baekhyun & Kyungsoo series:Â 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11Â | 12 |Â ?
â Genre: Cop! Ksoo, Criminal! Baek, Crime! AU
â Summary: As your life takes a dangerous turn when you get caught between a criminal and a cop, you begin to question how thin the line between good and bad really is.
â Word Count: 3.4k
â A/N: This fic is inspired by the film Dhoom 2, but for the most part, the story is very different. I hope you enjoy it!
Keep reading
This is absolutely the best series Iâve read to date and Iâm so glad Iâve found this author cause their writing is just AMAZING đĽş
Lovesick | Baekhyun
â Link to Masterlist
â Genre: Cupid! AU, fluff, n barely there angst tbh
â Summary: A certain pink-haired cupid promises to help fix your love-life when he accidentally ruins it thanks to a wretched broken arrow.
â Word Count: 12k (rip)
â A/N: When Hope messaged me with this idea, I instantly fell in love (get it hehehe). So this oneâs for you babe! happy (early) birthday, ily lots @hopefulbyun đ
Keep reading

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
bro heâs gorgeous ..
Fade - III
The sequel to Scars
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 ||
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 9391
âI can see you lookinâ back at me. Keep your eyes on me. Baby, keep your eyes on meâ [đľ ]
Grey skies brought cascades of rain plummeting towards the earth, the accompanying cold and violent wind whistling through the alleys between buildings, carrying the thick droplets across the air, only to have them splatter against the windows of your apartment. Thunder reverberated through the walls of the building, shaking the foundations as lightning zapped through the clouds, illuminating the bleak atmosphere for a split second before the world was encompassed by blackness once more. The vicious tempest mercilessly unleashed its wrath upon the city, but it was merely a light drizzle when compared with the swirling hurricane of anguish, guilt and sorrow that had been ceaselessly churning within your lifeless cavern of a chest.
The unending tears that poured from your bloodshot eyes bathed you in liquid sorrow, keeping your puffy face permanently damp as they dripped down your cheeks, soaking the pillow on which you lay. Your arrhythmic heartbeat rivalled the deafening crescendo of the thunder as it pounded away, each pump sending a myriad of conflicted emotions through your veins, causing your nerves to fire up in confused retaliation. Not even the blinks of lightning could brighten your internal storm. It was as if you were trapped inside a pit of eternal darkness, and this time, you werenât sure if you would ever emerge from it whole.
Keep reading
This probably the best thing I ever read on this god foresaken app
idk what i should write here... ĹSLSLKDJÄXQJPCQJÄKĂQ
Plane of Existence (s.c.b.)
Genre: Angst with a bit of fluff
Warnings: Mentions of death (suicide/homicide), language, graphic descriptions of abuse and injury.
Something wasnât right. Something felt off. As meaningless as that saying was sometimes, Changbin knew that when things felt off, it wasnât meaningless. Heâs been stuck in this house for years - he knows when somethingâs not right.
Approaching a second story window that he was all too familiar with, Changbin watched a moving van park in front of his house with a scowl on his face. Two large men got out and opened the back, beginning to unload some furniture.
Another car pulled up and parked next to the moving van. Out stepped a young woman, a bright and optimistic smile on her face as she shut her car door and looked up at the house. Changbin was already heavily annoyed.
Who were you, and what were you doing at his house? Moving in? Please. Who the hell did you think you were?
Changbin kept to himself as you moved your belongings in and explored the house, brooding and occasionally messing with your things. Heâd move a box, close a box youâd opened. You had managed to piss him off enough by bringing up remodeling that he smashed a plate you had left on the counter while you unpacked.
Changbin thrived off of the positive energy you radiated, draining it from you as he continued to mess around. Eventually, he decided that the moment had come where he needed to directly tell you to kindly get the hell out of his house.
You had felt dizzy, not knowing that there was a spirit on a separate plane of existence draining your energy and being the cause of your sudden sick feeling. Having been unpacking in the master bedroom, you leaned onto the dresser, gripping the wooden edge as you tried to get yourself together. Looking up into the mirror, you screamed as you laid eyes on a young man standing behind you.
Dressed in a school uniform, he looked menacing. His eyes bore into yours with a look that could kill, and his face held a kind of anger that you had never experienced before. His lip was turned up in a snarl as he stood motionless behind you before speaking in a deep, rough voice, âGet out of my house.â
You spun around, now face to face with the man. He never once faltered, never once flinched. As you stared at him, you noticed his skin was unnaturally pale, and he looked rather sickly. âWho-Who are you?â You spoke quickly, watching the manâs expression only grow angrier.
âThe permanent owner of this house. Now pack your shit and leave,â He spat at you. You almost obeyed him when you began to recognize his face from the article the realtor had been obligated to inform you about.
âWait, youâre Seo Changbin,â You spoke in slight disbelief, watching the man falter as you spoke his apparent name. âHow are you here? You killed yourself years ago.â
You saw something flash in Changbinâs eyes, his face going sad before igniting in terrifying anger. âLies,â He growled, approaching you and wrapping a hand around your throat as you were thrown against your bedroom wall. You gasped as your air intake was compromised, your eyes bearing into Changbinâs. âStupid media. Stupid police that donât know how to do their jobs correctly. Theyâre the reason Iâm stuck here.â
âPlease,â You rasped, trying to claw at Changbinâs hand around your throat, but you only scratched at your own skin. You felt the pressure on your windpipe, but couldnât touch the hand that was applying the pressure.
Changbin held you there, watching your face turn red and veins become prominent in your forehead. Your eyes watered as your vision began to black out around the edges, your lungs screaming for oxygen. Changbin scoffed before letting you go harshly, disappearing as you collapsed to the floor in a coughing fit.
You panted heavily, looking around as you found yourself alone in your room. You knew you should have been terrified and should probably find another place to live, but Changbinâs words intrigued you. The media? He was stuck here? Was the death you had read about not what it seemed?
~
Night had fallen, but sleep had yet to come. Unconsciousness evaded you, and your mind was ablaze with questions and curiosity. Tossing and turning, never comfortable and certainly not tired, you groaned, sitting up straight in your bed. You turned on your lamp, getting out of bed and walking over to your dresser.
The mirror reflected your frustrated form as your eyes drifted down to your neck. A dark purple bruise stained your skin, adorned with scratches from your own fingernails. Gently, you brought your fingers up to brush against the marks. You flinched as pain shot through your nerves and you lowered your hand, gnawing on the inside of your cheek.
âYou know, you being awake makes me restless,â A voice grumbled from behind you, and you looked at the reflection of your bed in the mirror to see Changbin sitting on the edge with his legs crossed. He stared at you lazily, arching an eyebrow when you didnât respond. âCome on. Sleep so I can relax.â
âDidnât know ghosts were capable of relaxing,â You muttered as you turned to face the spirit, watching him nod slightly.
âYou got me there, dollface,â Changbin sighed, getting up from the bed and walking around the room. Your eyes never left him, watching him look around the floor, walls, and ceiling. âSeriously, though. Itâs like two in the morning, and from what I remember about being alive, staying awake isnât good for you.â
âWhat do you care?â You asked, going to sit down on your bed again, âYou nearly killed me earlier.â
The energy in the room shifted as silence filled your ears. You watched Changbin seemingly sigh before turning to you, rubbing his ghostly face with the hand that had threatened your life only hours earlier.
âI know this is stupid and doesnât make sense,â Changbin spoke, looking at you with dull eyes that were void of life, âbut no one whoâs ever moved in knew who I was. Youâre not scared, youâre talking to me. You radiate energy that just fuels me, and hearing that lie about me committing suicideâŚI lost it for a second. Iâm sorry, okay?â
This was insane. This made no sense. An actual ghost held your life in his nonexistent hands hours ago, and now you and him were conversing like he was alive, and he was apologizing for almost killing you. What? You should be freaking out. You should be screaming, crying, hurriedly packing your things as you stayed at a hotel until you could find another house or apartment to move into, one that wasnât haunted.
There was something about Changbin though - while he radiated negative energy that made your heart race with fear when he was agitated, you felt almost comfortable when he was around and not upset. You had questions, and you figured why not test your boundaries? The most heâd do was hurt you again, but fear dripped into your veins at the thought of him not letting up.
âWhat do you mean, lie?â You spoke slowly, watching Changbin tense up as he held your gaze. âDid you not kill yourself?â
Slowly, Changbinâs form began to change. You held back a gasp as you watched the school uniform he was wearing begin to get torn and dirty with dirt and blood. Cuts appeared on his face, and he raised his chin, exposing his neck to you and showing an unnatural bump on the side of his neck, one that anyone knew shouldnât have been there.
âI didnât kill myself,â Changbin muttered, lowering his chin as he moved to lean against the wall. âI couldnât believe that was how they closed the investigation. I was as happy as could be. My grades were good, I was gaining popularity as an underground Soundcloud artist. I could have made it big - does it make any sense for a person like me to just suddenly kill themselves?â He directed the question at you, raising an eyebrow as he waited for you to answer.
When you shook your head ânoâ, he scoffed. Thatâs when it started to click for you. Stuck in the place of his death, a spirit who had no problem getting angry - he was vengeful. You furrowed your eyebrows as Changbin watched you, his hands stuck in the pockets of his dirty black uniform pants.
âYou were murdered,â You spoke quietly, the moonlight pouring into the room from the window casting a light onto the spirit. Changbin motioned to the window he had watched you from when you first pulled up.
âPushed out that very window. Sometimes I can still feel it; the wind being knocked out of me, the blood leaking out of my mouth, my neck breakingâ He spoke solemnly. âIt was an accident, but they were so young. They panicked and didnât know what to do, so they made up the story about watching me jump from the window. No suicide note, no apparent reason. Now Iâm stuck here because I was wronged. I canât move on because my soul hasnât been set free from this wretched house,â Changbin explained as he moved to the window, using energy he drew from you to open it, letting the cool wind enter the room, and making you shiver with goosebumps. âEvery time I try to leave,â He spoke, climbing onto the windowsill and making you gasp and rush to the window when he allowed himself to fall forward, disappearing two stories below.
You peered out into the night, wind blowing through your hair as you looked for him. Nothing was on the ground outside the window, and you jumped as you heard his voice again behind you. âI end up right back here,â Changbin finished his statement with a stony expression, one that you could tell was hiding sadness and frustration.
âWell, what can I do? To help you move on?â You questioned, feeling sorry for the spirit. Trapped here for years, not being able to move on to the next dimension or whatever waited for us after death.
âNothing. Iâm stuck here until the end of time,â Changbin muttered. You were about to respond when he once again disappeared, making you sigh as you trudged over to your bed and fell face first onto it.
You thought for a second before turning over, speaking loudly into the quiet night as you got under the blankets. âWell, youâre gonna be stuck with me for a while. Gonna have to get used to me and my energyâŚor whatever. Iâm gonna do what I can to right the wrongs that were done to you, Changbin, if itâs the last thing I do.â
Changbin listened to you from up in the attic, scoffing at the words. He jumped when he felt something inside him. That wasnât possible - heâs noncorporeal, he isnât capable of feeling anything that wasnât anger. At least, thatâs what he thought before now. Changbin recognized this feeling as hope, something he hadnât felt since he was alive. There was something about you and your words that made Changbin hopeful that he would finally be able to escape this prison and move on, anger free. The thought made a small smile form on his face. âOkay,â He whispered, feeling himself relax as you finally fell asleep.
Read Part 2 here!

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
Hi!! Could you write a Jaemin IdolxFan fluff angst with a happy ending and 33+43?? Thank you!!
[ 33: do you think we're meant to be? ] + [ 43: i wrote you a song ]
the prompts
it was a summer afternoon when you almost had a heart attack.
you were at your new job, the second day to be exact, when a boy came through the door. but it wasnât any boy, it was na jaemin. nct dreamâs jaemin. a member of your literal favorite band. was standing in front of you.
you didnât recognize him at first, bucket hat covering his hair and a part of his face hidden behind a face mask. but when got closer to you and told you his order, it just had to be him. there was no other way.
hesitation came when you had to write his name on the cup, the marker frozen in your hand. should you directly write his name? but doubt washed over you, fearing that he wasnât actually jaemin and you would make a fool of yourself. so, to be sure:
âwhatâs your name?â
he stared at you expressionlessly for a couple of seconds. your heart pounding within your ribcage. he pulled down his mask a bit, and then it was obvious. it really was him.
ânoahâ
what the fuck?
lying on your bed that night, you couldnât stop thinking about todayâs event. you had genuinely met your favorite idol, who got coffee and a muffin at the shop youâve only started working at, and you didnât react. you couldnât, when he lied about his name. noah, seriously?
you tried to not give it much thought, assuming it had something to do with the fact that he didnât want to be recognized in the street. but sleep was hard when you couldnât stop hearing the boyâs voice in your mind.
two days had passed and you werenât that stirred about the issue anymore. you accepted it as the one funny anecdote you would tell your children.
until, the boy was standing in front of the register giving the same other from before. there wasnât anything hiding his hair this time, and you noticed it was blonder than from the pictures released a few days ago.
when you asked his name, you were surprised about him not paying attention to your question.
âyou are new hereâ he stated.
âum, yesâ you nodded, bemused. âhow do you know that?â
âi always come here and i havenât seen you aroundâ he shrugged, a monotonous tone conveyed through all his sentences. âand the name is noahâ
seeing jaemin wasnât something that out of your routine anymore. the next time it was later than the others. you were in charge of closing the shop and were about to turn the âopenedâ sign when he bursted into the place. slightly bowing, he tried to calm himself down.
âplease, donât close yetâ he was out of breath, and you figured he had ran here. âi need coffeeâ
you made your way back behind the counter, jaemin following slowly. his hair was sticking to his forehead, drenched in sweat the same way his sport clothes were. he had probably been practising.
âare you okay?â you dared to query as you served him the coffee.
âyeah, too much work. thatâs allâ he gave you the money and smiled at you, going towards the door.
âwaitâ it came out of your mouth before you could keep it inside, and now that jaemin had turned around you were sort of regreting it. but hey, this things didnât happen to everyone. âdo you want to sit? i could stay open for a few minutesâ
he nodded and thanked you, sitting down on a chair. he also told you to join him, and after preparing yourself a strawberry yogurt smoothie, you did.
âdo you want some?â you offered and he made a face.
âno thank you, i donât like strawberry flavored thingsâ
âoh thatâs rightâ you smiled, remembering the characteristic from him and drank some of your beverage. of course, you almost spit it out when you realized what you had said.
he had either not noticed it, or definitely brushed it aside. because he kept talking with the same indiference and tranquillity.
âwhatâs your name?â it was funny that he was the one making that question now.
ây/nâ
âwhat do you do, y/n? apart from working hereâ he positioned his face on the palm of his hand, observing you attentively.
âiâm an aspiring songwriter. hadnât had any luck yet thoughâ you giggled. âwhat about you?â it felt out of place asking that when you already knew the answer.
âme? iâm an intern at some companyâ okay, not really a lie. âand donât lose hope, iâm sure youâll do wellâ
of course he had to be somehow sweeter in person.
it was getting darker and though you didnât want to interrupt this moment, you really needed to lock up and get back home. jaemin apologized and said he should get going as well. under the moonlight, he gave you the brightest smile and promised to find you tomorrow.
he always kept his promise after that. and it wasnât long until you guys started dating, shy coffee chats turning into all types of dates, during which you confirmed jaemin was indeed the most considerate and kindest person.
what happens is that jaemin kept going by noah. he never told you what his actual job was, and you never came clean about knowing his true identity. not because of anything in particular, only that it had already been so much time you had no idea how to bring it up. and you were too lost in your romance story to give it the importance it deserved.
jaemin was currently resting his head on your legs, the tv being the only source of light in your living room. neither of you were very concentrated on what you were watching, jaemin playing with your fingers.
âyou knowâ you started, smiling at the boy beneath you. âi wrote you a songâ
jaeminâs mouth opened wide and he stood up straight, quickly pausing the movie.
âshow it to me!! now!!!!â he shook your arms.
âi will, i willâ you laughed. âbut first, iâm gonna go to the bathroom. you can search it in my notes in the mean time. itâs called strawberry kissesâ you cringed at the embarrassment saying it out loud caused you.
jaemin squealed in excitement, grabbing your phone from the table.
with a big smile, you came back to the living room.
âyou have to promise me you wonât laugh, i was really emotional when i wrote it and iâ you stopped at the sight of jaemin having a tight grip on the device, the previous joy not having left a single trace on his face. âbaby?â
you walked towards him slowly, vision growing blurrier when he didnât look at you, his chest going up and down.
âwhat is this?â he showed you your twitter account. you shut your eyes, you had left the app open. âwhat is this, y/n?â he repeated louder this time.
âi can explainâ oh how you hated that phrase. but it was the only thing that seemed to come out, voice already starting to break.
âyeah? how can you explain that you knew who i was all along? not only that, but that you have a fan account of me and my band?â
tears streamed down your cheeks. it was probably the first time jaemin had spoken like this to you, that he had stared at you like that.
âbabyâ
âno! no babyâ he mocked you. âyou lied! you fucking liedâ
âiâm sorryâ you blubbered. âi didnât know how to tell youâ
âi felt safe with you. i felt like i could be myself, not na jaemin, the idol. but me. whoever that isâ tears had formed in his too, and your sobs were loud in the room. âbut it was all fakeâ
âit wasnâtâ you tried approaching him, your hands despairingly trying to touch him. âi was really selfish, i was so caught up in how amazing everything felt i didnât think about the consequences. about what you would feel. but it was all real, jaemin. i swearâ
it was the first time you had said his real name out loud, and he wished it had been in another context. now it only managed to send a dagger through his chest.
âiâm so sorryâ he stared at the ground and the silence killed you. it was when he fixed his eyes on yours for a second that your heart stopped, but it continued stinging when he walked off.
âno, please donât leave. iâm sorry, iâm so sorryâ you begged and cried and tried to block the door. but he didnât reply. and he left. that easily. leaving you a sobbing mess against the wall.
you hated yourself for hurting jaemin. and as you continously mulled over the matter, you did even more. you couldnât imagine how betrayed he must have felt. when you put yourself in the shoes of a famous person, you then saw how scared of being used they must be. honesty was all jaemin expected from you. and you hurt him.
the cafĂŠ felt lonely without his presence, but when he showed up again, it showed it was probably for the best. you did your best to hold back your tears as you wrote down his order.
âwhy did you write noah, huh? itâs not like you need to pretend anymoreâ he said harshly and exited the bar. you had to excuse yourself and run to the bathroom so you wouldnât break down in the middle of your shift.
he didnât reply to any of your texts or calls. and you would have gone to his place, even if it meant settling in his doorstep until he talked to you. but you didnât know where he lived or where he practiced at. you thought that was the worst part of it all. knowing there wasnât a single thing you could do to make it right.
you were walking down the street when you passed through the cafĂŠ. you didnât work on tuesdays, and jaemin knew that. little did you know that was the only day he would go get coffee now. because he knew you wouldnât be there.
but as soon as you saw the tall boy getting out of the door, you crossed the street speedily.
âwait, wait!â you yelled out and he stopped, looking at you with the same disappointed eyes from that night. âtalk to me, pleaseâ
âi donât want to talkâ
âthenâ you gulped and handed him a sheet of paper. âhere. thatâs my song. i didnât get to give it to you the other day, but i wanted you to know how i truly feltâ the boy inspected the paper. âiâll leave you alone nowâ
it was officially a month since you had screwed up your relationship with jaemin. it didnât get better with time, as people said. and you still couldnât have anything with strawberry because it reminded you of him.
you now hated being in charge of closing the pub. the lonesomeness felt bigger when it was empty and with no reason to brew more coffee. another downside was that you were alone with your thoughts, meaning you would end up dwelling on the empty spot jaemin had left behind.
you were rearranging the storage at the back when you heard the bell.
âiâm sorry, weâre closedâ you shouted rushing in the main area.
but he was there. he was holding your song, and he was crying.
âjaemin?â you whispered from where you were standing, not sure if you should come nearer or not.
âi really liked your songâ he sobbed and your heart shattered. âmy favorite part was the one where you said âdo you think we're meant to be?â because i doâ he moved to your direction and wrapped his arms around your waist. âi do think weâre meant to beâ
you were crying with him. both of you hiding in each otherâs shoulders, allowing yourselves to let out everything you were holding.
âi regret it so much. i could have done betterâ you weeped.
âyou can nowâ he moved his face closer to yours and weeped off your tears.
âi never used you, i never viewed you as the jaeminâ you babbled, desperate about explaining yourself. jaemin nodded and stroked your hair, giving a kiss to the top of your head.
âi knowâ he kissed you again. âi knowâ.
12:30 NN
âHey, youâre pretty and Iâm cuteâ
âTogether weâd be Pretty Cute ;)â
You laughed dryly as you read the sticky notes that was pasted inside your locker room.
âAnother corny pick-up line from lover boy?â your bestfriend Changbin snoop around. Grabbing the violet colored sticky notes and laughing hard reading it.
âYeah, tragic pick-up line right?â your bestfriend laughed even harder.
That same moment he passed by, laughing as his arms wrapped around some girls, not only that but other girls are following him like as if heâs a prince or something. You and Changbin stared at him, your gaze following him until he passed by the two of you, completely ignoring you.
âThe audacityâ Changbin muttered. You crunch your nose because of his comment. âBut he canât even tell me that he likes meâ
âDoes he think that you still donât know that heâs the one leaving sticky notes on your locker?â he said.
âHe thinks heâs not being obvious when heâs the only one in our class who has sticky notesâ you replied, putting the notes inside your notebook.
It was Lee Minho, the self-proclaimed school prince of your school whoâs leaving the sticky notes composed of sweet messages and corny pick-up line inside your locker. At first you didnât notice it and was fluttered to receive it but when Changbin caught Minho putting it inside your locker, you grew impatient of him and still waiting for the day heâll confess to you in person.
But no one, can make that school prince confess to someone in person, thatâs basically ruining his persona as a huge flirt.
Changbin snaps his finger all of the sudden. Just like you, heâs tired of seeing you waiting and just want you to have a cute lovelife. âI have a plan and it involves something cringeyâ he smiled making you nervous.
5:00 PM
Dismissal time and youâre still inside the classroom, waiting for your bestfriendsâ go signal, a few minutes passed and another classmate of yours called you out, a smile formed on your lips.
Itâs time to put some show.
You walked confidently towards the hallway where the lockers are placed, you stopped to see Minho by his locker and Changbin at your locker, you let out a sigh as you watch Changbin placed some sticky notes on your locker which made you ran towards him.
âItâs you!â you shouted, making Changbin face you. âYouâre the one placing those notes inside my locker!â you accused but deep inside you wanted to laugh.
Changbinâs expression changed, as if he was flustered to be caught. âWait y/n, itâs not what it looks likeâ in his peripheral vision, Changbin can see Minhoâs gaze upon the two of them.
You scoff âAh really? Do you know how I grew impatient waiting for you when you can just confess to me in person!?â voice loud enough for Minho to hear it.
Changbin became quiet for a moment, you two drew attention and some passerbyâs stopped to watch it, some are clueless while others knew what you two are up to.
âOkay fine, iâm the one putting those sticky notes inside your locker! iâm sorry okay? i just donât want to break our friendshipâ your bestfriend âconfessesâ, it was to realistic that many will believe that it was him all along.
âChangbinââ âExcuse meâ Minho interrupts. âAre you sure about that?â he asks in a serious tone.
âAbout what? leaving notes on y/nâs locker? of course, who else knows her passcode except her bestfriendâ Your bestfriend cockily said, you took a step back, seeing a tension rise between the two guys.
Minho scoffs. âHow sure are you about that?â he taunted. âLook man, can you just fuck off? youâre kinda ruining the moment between me and y/nâ Changbin told off, the latterâs forehead creased even more. âAre you even sure youâre the one placing those sticky notes on her locker?â he asked once again.
Changbin laughs and pats Minhoâs shoulder which the other slaps away. Your bestfriend smirks and pats it once again. âShe caught me doing it, whatâs your problem anyway?â
Minho grabs Changbin by his collar and pushes him at the locker, a few gasp was heard and you were frozen from where you are standing, never thought that this will escalated quickly.
âListen to me you piece of shit, fess up now because we all know you wouldnât do such a thing, just wanted to tell you that youâre not the one whoâs putting those notes inside her locker itâs me!â Minho shouts. The crowd started to murmur, youâre still standing there, Changbin eyes on you and you gave him a signal to stop it.
Changbin laughs, making the latter confuse. âW-what?â he stutters, his grip on the youngerâs collar loosening. âI d-donât understandâ he mumbles.
âHere, let me enlighten youâ Changbin removes Minhoâs grip and pushes the latter to you. Startling you for a bit.
âUgh...hi?â Minho shyly greeted, the crowd squeals.
You smiled and grabs his hand, making him shocked. You never thought that the flirty Lee Minho will get flustered because of you. âI think this is best with a cup of boba tea right?â you suggested. Pulling him away from the sea of people.