Im Really Happy With You

I’m really happy with you

Hyungwon x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Summary: Even Hyungwon, who is not very affectionate, sometimes needs to show his love for you.

A/N:this came so randomly to me, idk i can see hyungwon not being realy affectionate all the time but sometimes he would go all fluffy

Word count: 286

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You watched him walking around the kitchen humming, a small smile on his face, as he pulled out some ingredients to make dinner.

“What’s up with you today?” You said with a laugh and Hyungwon turned momentarily to look at you, his soft expression never leaving, before turning back to cooking.

“What’s up with me today?” He said in a sing song voice and you giggled.

“You are so... I don’t know... light, today. You’re smiling and you seem content, did something happen at work?” You asked curious and he walked past you to get something from the cupboard behind you, giving you a small peck before going back to what he was doing.

“Okay there is definitely something wrong with you” you joked and Hyungwon grinned.

“Why? Just because I’m in a good mood and I like to kiss my girlfriend?” He laughed out and took out plates, placing them on the table.

You took out two forks and two knives and then two glasses for water and he moved the pan on the table.

Before he could sit down, you approached him and he opened his arms for you to hug him and you didn’t miss the opportunity. He wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you closer and gave you a forehead kiss, before burying his head in the crook of your neck.

“I am really happy with you” he whispered and you swore your heart skipped a beat.

“I’m really happy with you too” you softly replied, pulling away and he lowered his head to softly connect your lips.

“Let’s go eat and watch a movie?” He asked and you nodded giving him once more kiss, before sitting down with him to eat.

“Do you even like me?”

(kinda fuckboy!)Bambam x reader 

Genre: angst? idek it’s not that sad but it’s not fluff

Warnings: curses here and there? but not something too much

Summary: But, why does it feel as if Bambam doesn't even have actual feelings for you, even if you're dating?

Word count: 678

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"Can you at least pretend to have some feelings for me?" You snapped at Bambam and he turned to look at you with a confused expression.

"Where does this come from all of a sudden?" He asked you while placing his phone on the coffee table giving you his undivided attention. You sighed and sat on the couch, Bambam turning his body towards you.

"Why are you so emotionless?" You spoke up and your boyfriend looked taken aback." What do you mean emotionless?" He asked, clearly confused at your sudden outburst.

"Do you even like me?" You asked and Bambam scoffed. “Are you serious? If I didn’t, we wouldn’t be dating."

"I know but you seem to only..."

"To only, what? Say what you wanna say." His slight irritation made you wince.

"Do you like like me? I know I don’t have the body of a goddess, but you clearly seem to only be with me because you wanna fuck someone and I seem to do the work good enough for you." You finally said, staring right into his eyes expecting an explanation or him showing his feelings finally, but you didn’t get what you expected as a reaction.

"What? This is ridiculous. I'm not having this conversation." He stated, throwing his hands in the air and then reached for his phone and unlocked it.

"Stop being stubborn and talk about it!" You raised your voice wanting to grab his attention again and he raised an eyebrow your way. "You're being childish" he said, his attention still on his phone as he typed something.

"I'm really serious about this. In every other relationship I was, we both knew, that in order for it to work, we had to talk about our feelings and whatever is bothering us." You let out and that set him off. Maybe you shouldn't have mentioned your previous relationships.

"Previous relationships? That clearly didn't seem to work, or you would be married now or whatever. Are you fucking serious?" He stood up letting his phone fall on the couch and unlucky for him he had left it unlocked. You momentarily glanced at it, he had been texting someone with heart emojis. He followed your gaze and quickly reached for his phone to lock it and stared at you with wide eyes.

"It obviously seems like this won’t work either." You let out and also stood up. "I'll be going then." You said and reached for your jacket.

"You're breaking up with me?" He asked watching you collect your things. "It seems like I am." You coldy replied and he nodded walking towards the door along with you. He leaned against it watching you put your jacket on and pulling out your phone and your earphones.

"It was nice while it lasted" he quietly let out, looking away and you sighed. "Until all this, yes, it was." You replied. "I like you, just so you know, but I guess it would be hard for us to work this through and we better stop before this gets too deep and we get hurt." He said and you nodded.

"I want us to keep contact with each other" you carefully let out and it was your turn to look away and his turn to sigh.

Without thinking, he softly placed his hands on your cheeks connecting your lips for one last kiss. Your lips moved against each other's as you placed your hands on his chest and his one hand wrapped around your middle. If all this hadn't happened, his hand would be on your ass, exactly the reason why you had started to think he is dating you because he only wants to fuck with you.

You separated and he sighed once again, his hand still on your cheek, his thumb stroking it. "Let's be friends. I don’t want us to not speak again." He said and you nodded, giving him one last peck and his palm fell from your face. You opened the door, leaving the house, his eyes following you until you were gone.

Connected

Summary: A bond that can’t be broken + Friends to Lovers

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: A lot of fluff, a splash of smut, and a hint of angst

Word Count: 18,260

A/N: This fic was one that I started a long while ago. Because of school, and a lack of motivation to write, I picked it up and put it down a lot. Finally, it’s done.

I really enjoyed creating something that feels so pure in nature. I hope you guys enjoy it.

**In the event that you’re unable to load the fic on the mobile app, please try desktop! I learned from Act On It that the app has trouble loading long posts!**

You’ve always hated the country.

For the most part.

The stretching fields, the dirt roads—the smell of cow manure and the decrepit barns and abandoned houses. Your parents had always tried to convince you that getting away from the city—seeing vast land like this—was a good thing. Taking the back roads and exploring were things that children were supposed to enjoy. An adventure to find things yet seen—but to you, one corn field is the same as the next. The faded red barns and boarded up houses become an eyesore.

You really hate coming out of the city and into the country.

The only thing here that you like is your grandmother.

Oh, and the boy next door.

Your grandmother has always lived out in the country—a peaceful area to retire, with few neighbors and little disturbances. She likes it here, and you doubt that she’ll ever move. And sure—coming out to visit her isn’t all bad. She feeds you and plays games with you. Stocks up on movies for the two of you to watch, and makes spending the day with her fun.

You love your grandmother, and visiting her—but you start to love it more the day you meet Taehyung.

One day, your father parks in the driveway in front of your grandmother’s ranch-style home. He reminds you to grab your overnight bag as you climb out of the car—the ripe age of 8 and a half. You reach back in to grab it as your father closes the driver’s side door and moseys up the drive.

After swinging your bag over your shoulder, you reach up to slide your door shut, but pause once your hand touches the handle. On a whim, you glance back at the main road, eyes catching on a small figure across the street.

In the country, houses aren’t very close, but you can still make out the little boy standing in the lawn of the house parallel to you grandmothers. His dirt splotched overalls are cuffed around his ankles, red shirt sagging off his shoulder, and black hair messy on his head. He’s staring at you with amazement written on his face, and before you know it a blush has risen on your cheeks.

You don’t realize it until later on—what the heat on your face and the flutter of your heart meant (because crushes are a little hard to figure out, in your opinion)—but that’s the moment you saw him.

Kim Taehyung.

Your father calls after you, and you hear your grandmother open the front door. Snapping out of it, you slide the car door shut and run inside.

You don’t see Kim Taehyung until you come back to visit 2 months later.

This time, he appears much, much closer. On the front porch of your grandmother’s house, in fact—hidden behind his own grandmother’s leg shyly.

“Oh, Taehyung here says that he saw your granddaughter last time she came to visit and wanted to play. But he’s a little shy,” his grandmother says, smiling fondly as she reaches down to ruffle the boys hair.

“Oh, Y/N is a little shy too,” your grandmother laughs, placing her hand on your shoulder. “But what do you say? Would you like to play with Taehyung today?”

Your eyes flit to Taehyung, excitement and anxiousness mingling in your veins. Trying to make new friends has always been scary to you, but…

“Yes,” you say, watching as Taehyung immediately perks up—smile breaking out on his face.

“C’mon!” he shouts and reaches forward, clasping your hand in his. He tugs you right out the front door and onto the grass, beaming a box-shaped grin as he makes his way back towards the road.

“I have some action figures we can play with!” he declares as his grandmother promises to have you home by dinner in the background. “Nana just got me a new game too! It’s a game with marbles and I’m still learning it but I think it’d be fun!”

For a moment, you simply stare at him—caught off guard by his friendly demeanor, when just seconds ago he had been acting much shyer than you. And yet—

His smile is contagious, and you laugh, nodding your head as he leads you across the dirt road—hands still clasped tight.

“Let’s play with it all!”

You tell your dad that you want to start visiting grandma more. With a knowing smile, he says that he’ll try to work it out.

Taehyung is your best friend. Some people at school don’t believe that your best friend is a boy who lives in the country. In fact, the mean girls’ claim that he’s made up—an imaginary friend that you say exists since you only have a select few friends at school. But, you know that he’s real.

The warmth of his hand in yours as you walk around the field behind his grandmother’s house is proof enough.

Between the ages of 8-10, you are able to visit Taehyung quite frequently. Your parents work out a play date schedule with his grandmother, and at least once a month you’re able to drive out of the busy city and into the quiet country to visit him.

Since Taehyung lives with his grandmother, but your grandmother only gets to see you so often, there’s a bit of a rule—

“Make sure to spend time with your grandma too, Y/N. I know Taehyung is fun, but your grandma loves you very much and would love to spend time with you as well.”

So, you make sure to tell Taehyung that you can only play with him until dinner. He’s unperturbed.

“Let’s just ask your grandma if I can spend the night then!”

He takes your hand and leaps into action. You’re shocked at his declaration, but blushing at the thought of being able to spend even more time with him. And when Taehyung runs through the front door of your grandmother’s house and loudly exclaims his idea to her, she only laughs and smiles fondly.

“You won’t be able to spend the night all the time, Taehyung, but I’ll let you spend the night tonight, okay?” She places a hand on his dark hair that has turned a little brown thanks to the exposure of the sun, and grins at you when your eyes sparkle with excitement. “Just go home and make sure it’s alright with your Nana.”

Taehyung nods so quickly you think his neck might snap, and the next second he’s out the door.

That night, the three of you feast on grilled cheese and tomato soup. Your grandmother puts on the Lion King for you both to watch, and you sit hip to hip, shrouded in a thick blanket while your grandmother knits in the corner. When the scary parts happen, you reach for Taehyung’s hand under the blanket, and he holds you tight.

Once the movie is done, and the sun has set, your grandmother tucks you both into the double bed in the guest bedroom. She asks if Taehyung wants to use the pullout bed to have more room, but you’re both quick to interject, saying that sharing the bed will be fine.

Your grandmother only smiles.

“Goodnight, Y/N. Goodnight, Taehyung.”

“Goodnight!” you both chorus, and your grandmother flicks the light off and closes the door. Taehyung rolls to face you. In the darkness, you feel his lips touch your forehead.

“Tae!” you squeal quietly, jumping in shock as you quickly bring your fingers up to touch your head. Your cheeks feel as if they’re on fire, but Taehyung doesn’t seem to realize that he’s done anything out of the ordinary.

“What? My Nana always gives me a kiss before I go to bed!”

“O-Oh,” you stutter, wondering if Taehyung can hear the pounding of your heart in your chest. “Okay.”

It’s silent for a few seconds.

Taehyung shifts against the sheets.

“Can you…um…are you gonna give me one back?”

The heat from your cheeks creeps down your neck.

You’ve never kissed a boy before…

“I…I can. Do you want me to?”

“Mhmm,” he answers, and you wonder if he’s blushing like you are. His tone sounds shyer than before.

You take a deep breath and puff out your chest, trying to calm your frazzled 10 year old nerves. This is just Taehyung—your best friend, and…the boy…you like.

Before you can think to back out and hide yourself away in embarrassment, you lean forward and press your puckered lips to his forehead. His bangs are in the way, since you hadn’t thought to move them, but Taehyung seems satisfied nonetheless.

“Thanks,” he says, snuggling into his pillow. You nod to yourself, settling back down. The moonlight coming through the window is dim, but you wonder if it’s enough for Taehyung to see how red your face has become.

You feel his warmth spreading against the sheets, and your knees knock together. Taehyung yawns, suddenly sounding quite tired.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Tae,” you respond, closing your own eyes as exhaustion from a day of fun begins to sink into your bones. Outside, you hear the chirping of crickets and the muted calls of cicadas. The sounds begin to lull you into slumber. However, just before you fall asleep—

“I love you…,” you catch the words mumbled by Taehyung, and mentally question if perhaps the boy has forgotten that he’s not at his grandmother’s home. But either way—

“I love you too,” you respond in a whisper, too tired to be embarrassed, and promptly pass out.

Taehyung is a year older than you, so he starts middle school a year sooner. According to him, middle school is a lot harder than elementary school. You come to believe him when his grandmother sadly tells you that you won’t be able to come over and play as much, since Taehyung needs to focus on his studies. You tell her that you understand, but a part of you doesn’t want to.

Either way, you give Taehyung a hug and wish him good luck before running back across the road to spend the afternoon with your grandma.

Your trips to the countryside lessen—cut in half. You see Taehyung perhaps once every two months, and in order to try and make up for his lack of appearances in your life, the two of you begin substituting play dates for phone calls.

Once a week, Taehyung and you sit down and talk for an hour. He tells you all about middle school and the friends he’s made and the kids who aren’t exactly nice to him. In return, you tell him about how you’re looking forward to starting middle school next year, and how you’ll always protect him from bullies. He laughs and assures you the same.

For a time, you think that this substitution will work just fine. Except…you miss him, and talking to him on the phone makes you miss him more.

You want to see him—his skin that is tan from the sun and his clothes that are always a little dirty from helping his grandmother tend to the field. His voice gives you comfort, but nothing can replace the feel of his hand in yours and the way he smile so brightly every time he sees you…

“Y/N?” Taehyung questions when he hears you sniffle on the other end of the line. “Are you okay?”

From the comfort of your home, you shake your head. Tears roll down your rosy cheeks, and you curl into yourself, bottom lip trapped between your teeth. Taehyung’s heart breaks, worry flooding his chest as he listens to you try and stifle your sobs. He attempts to calm you down, asking again what’s wrong, and it takes a minute before you’re able to gather any words to say.

“I miss you,” you sob, quiet and broken, and Taehyung jolts—as if to jump through the phone and give you the biggest hug he possibly can.

“I miss you too,” he says after a few seconds, and you can hear the sadness in his voice. “But we’ll definitely see each other again, Y/N. I promise.”

“Promise?” you echo, messily wiping the tears off your cheeks with your palm.

“I promise. Even if it isn’t on the farm we’ll meet again. I’ll find a way.”

“Okay,” you respond with a smile, finally feeling reassured. “Good.”

“Now no more crying!” he declares, his tone goofy, and it immediately makes the mood brighten. “You should only smile when you think of me!”

You giggle. ”Okay, Tae, when I think of you, I’ll smile.”

Reclining back against his mattress, phone pressed to his ear, Taehyung blushes happily.

“Good.”

It takes a while, but you and Taehyung meet again. It’s not a planned meeting—in fact, it’s not exactly meant to happen, but you decide to make it happen.

“Y/N!” your father calls after you as you hop out of the car and run back down the drive way towards the dirt road. You pass a few cars on the way—those belonging to your aunts and uncles—but despite the fact that you have somewhere else to be your heart is alight with excitement.

“I’ll be right back!” you call to your parents as they watch you run across the street, shaking their heads. “I just wanna say hi!”

“Don’t be too long! You’re not here to play!” your mother responds, and you understand. You’re here for a family gathering, not to hang out with Taehyung.

…but still.

You hop onto the doorstep of the home of Taehyung’s grandmother, and knock at the door. You’re giddy with excitement, shoe tapping against the ground. It’s been over a year since you’ve seen Taehyung, and 6 months since the phone call where he’d promised that you’d see each other again.

You worry if he actually wants to see you, since it’s been so long, but oh—how you’ve missed him.

The door is pulled open, and a boy with short black hair stands before you. He blinks, brown eyes wide, and you have to glance up to meet his stare. His chest is broader and his legs are longer but—

“Taehyung?” you question, as if you’re deceived. How can one boy grow up so much in just one year? And yet, the sound of his name coming from your mouth has his signature grin breaking out on his lips, and he nods excitedly. His arms extend outwards, and he envelopes you in a tight hug, your feet nearly lifting off the ground.

“You’ve grown up,” you giggle against his shoulder, wrapping your arms around him in return. Taehyung laughs, leaning back, and there’s a blush on his cheeks.

“Yeah, well, I’m almost 14. Puberty is finally starting to kick in, I guess,” he laughs, scratching at his cheek, and your eyes flit up to his hair.

“Your hair looks better this way,” you tell him, fingers lifting to comb through the short, black locks on his head. He no longer has the shaggy bowl cut you’ve always seen him with.

Taehyung blushes visibly at the compliment, the feeling of your fingers in his hair foreign, yet welcome. You toy with the soft strands for another few seconds before you notice the pink color on his cheeks, and you end up feeling quiet warm as well.

Quickly, you pull your hand back, and it’s at that moment that Taehyung’s grandmother appears over his shoulder.

“Oh! Y/N, it’s been so long!” she says, and Taehyung steps aside to give his grandmother room to hug you. She seems frailer than you remember, so you try not to squeeze too hard.

“Hi Grandma Kim, it’s nice to see you.”

“I’ve been waiting for you to show up again!” she exclaims, and then turns, heading back into the small home. “Wait right there, I’ve got something to give you!”

“Okay!” you respond as she disappears, and your eyes immediately return to Taehyung. He smiles, a fond twinkle in his eye.

“Is middle school as great as you thought it would be?” he questions, and you huff.

“Not exactly. It’s hard, and I have a lot of homework, but it’s still fun I guess. More teachers and more exciting classes.”

Taehyung’s eyes shift to the side, the sound of his grandmother coming back towards the door reaching his ears.

“Well, next year I’ll be in high school, so once school starts I’ll call and let you know what it’s like in comparison to middle school, if you want.”

“Of course!” you respond, beaming a smile, and at that moment Grandma Kim reappears.

“Here you go sweetie,” she says and reaches past Taehyung, slinging a thick red blanket around your shoulders. You blink, reaching up to secure the large blanket tighter around yourself. Grandma Kim smiles.

“I made it for you. You always did get cold in the winter, and the colder days are approaching.”

Your lips part, and you find yourself speechless. She…had made this for you and waited all this time…?

“Thank you…,” you say sincerely, and Grandma Kim ruffles your hair.

“Of course, sweetie. Now run on home—I bet the rest of your family is waiting for you.”

“Okay!” you nod, smiling, but when your eyes shift to Taehyung your smile wavers. You’d barely gotten to talk with him, and who knows when you’ll be able to meet him again…

You push forward and wrap your arms around him once more, squeezing him tightly. Taehyung blinks, caught off guard, but is quick to hug you back, his fingers digging into the fabric of the blanket around you.

“We’ll talk soon,” you tell him, and he nods.

“Alright,” you both pull back, but Taehyung doesn’t get too far. You feel the blanket on your shoulders shift, and Taehyung blinks in surprise as a loose thread follows the retreat of his body—curled tightly around one of his fingers.

“Ah—,” he pauses, head turning to look back at his grandmother, fearing that he’ll be in trouble for ruining the blanket she had put so much time into making, but his grandmother is far from mad. In fact, there’s a look of wonder on her face—one that lasts only a few seconds, before her eyes soften with understanding.

“You know, you two,” she begins, finger lightly tracing the unwoven strand that keeps you and Taehyung tied together. “It’s said that a red string connects two people that have linked fates.”

“Really?” you question, and she nods.

“Really. This just shows that no matter how far apart you two are, you’ll always be connected. Don’t you think so?”

You and Taehyung glance at each other, a soft blush having risen on both of your cheeks, and you smile. Together, the two of you bob your heads in unison. Grandma Kim smiles.

“Good,” she says, and unties the string from around Taehyung’s finger. At that moment, the door of your own grandmother’s house opens, and the voice of a child is heard.

“Y/N! Dinner! C’mon!”

“Coming, Kook!” you shout back, and take a step backwards, raising a hand to the two in front of you. “Bye, Tae. Bye Grandma Kim!”

“Bye!” Taehyung yells, waving back as you turn and jog across the street, red blanket fanning around you like a cape. A few seconds later, you disappear through the front door of your grandmother’s house, a small brown haired boy closing the door, and Taehyung feels a little empty again.

Little did either of you know that that would be your last time seeing each other.

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Oxygen

Jackson x reader au

Warning: none

Genre: Angst, but happy ending

Summary: Jackson is in love with a mermaid and is quick to even put himself in danger in order to be with her again

A/N: This is some Barbie Mermaidia Jackson Ariel Momoa shit, obviously a big au but it’s nice

Word count: 1k (1096)

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Jackson was beyond confused. A few days ago everything seemed to be going great. (Y/n) and him were happily meeting at night near some rocks, enjoying each other’s company and expressing their love for each other.

(Y/n) is a mermaid, Jackson met her one night on the same rocks they always meet for their dates. He was crying and (y/n) supported him, offered him advice and helped him calm down.

Since their first meeting, it was a silent agreement to meet there, so they could be each other’s shoulder to cry on, when times were rough. Eventually they started sharing their news and using the different topics to express their opinions on, also coming to realize they mostly agreed on those matters. That was how they bonded and it didn’t take them long to realize they were both head over heels for each other.

They knew a relationship between a human and a mermaid would be near impossible, but they were very optimistic and willing to make it last.

But lately, (y/n) had been having trouble coming to the surface to meet Jackson, even for an hour. Jackson didn’t want to pressure her, knowing that she would eventually tell him her worries. Though, that wasn’t exactly how it went.

Jackson was waiting for her on the rocks every night, but (y/n) was, then, nowhere to be seen.

One night, she came up, immediately tearing up at the sight of her boyfriend patiently waiting for her.

Jackson’s face was glowing from happiness and a look of relief was spread on his face, his worried expression disappearing.

“Jackson, honey, I have to tell you something…” (y/n) trailed off,but Jackson failed to understand her tone.

“This can’t work anymore. We have to break up.” She let out, holding back her sobs and avoiding his gaze.

Jackson’s smile faded to a kicked puppy’s expression, (y/n) couldn’t bear seeing the pain that was written on his face, the feeling being mutual.

“But, why? We’ve been together for so long, we are so close, what do you mean?” Jackson panicked and tried to hold (y/n)’s hand, but she stayed away from him.

“I’m sorry, Jackson, I love you.” She whispered and turned her back to the heartbroken man. “I love you.” She repeated and dove into the water, avoiding seeing his expression.

Jackson cried hard that night. But (y/n) wasn’t there to comfort him anymore.

He still waited for her every night there, crying all alone.

One night, a strange man saw him crying and slowly approached him.

“Did you fall for a mermaid, too?” He asked and Jackson quickly raised his head to look at the unknown man.

“It’s okay, you aren’t the only one. I remember around your age, I did too. It didn’t end well for me though. But that doesn’t mean it won’t end nicely for you.” The man quickly said, not wanting to worry the young boy further.

“She left me without a reason,” Jackson whined, wiping some tears from his eyes.

“I’m sure there is a reason. If her family found out, then, it’s probably over, if she’s worried about them finding out, then you still have time. You have to find her to talk. To at least get an explanation from her.” The man said and Jackson looked at him confused.

“How can I find her?” He asked the man and he got closer to him.

“There’s this seaweed, if you eat it, you can breathe underwater for a whole day. You even have a tail. But! It’s a day exactly. Not more, not less.” The man said and Jackson’s eyes widened.

“How do I find this?” He asked again and the man smirked.

Jackson may have paid way more money than he ever imagined, but he had a chance to find (y/n) now. But he wasn’t informed on the dangers of the ocean.

Jackson didn’t waste a second, not even giving it a second thought, before eating the seaweed and jumping into the water.

He kept swimming and searching for (y/n). Hours kept passing, but there was no sight of her. It was like she disappeared.

Jackson never lost hope until, he realized he had less than an hour left. He continued searching but was now already discouraged.

He finally stopped when he realized he only had ten minutes left. He was ready to swim back to be close to the surface, but he realized something has wrapped around his tail and pulled him lower, deeper into the sea.

Jackson gasped, as the green roots of a big plant kept pulling him deeper.

Next thing he knew, the roots were surrounding him and his time was almost over.

Suddenly, a melodic voice was heard from above him.

“Jackson? Is that you?” It was (y/n). Her eyes widened at the scene in front of her.

She placed her palm over the locket on her neck and a blinding burning light shone from it, making the big plant shrink, freeing the gasping Jackson.

(Y/n) quickly grabbed him and pulled him to the surface, Jackson gasping for air. She placed him on a rock that was there, getting ready to move him towards the shore.

A booming voice was heard behind her. It was the ruler of the sea, the king of all mermen and mermaids.

“I happened to witness something unacceptable. Not only did a human with the use of a seaweed intrude the ocean, but a mermaid helped him, instead of letting him get punished.” He said and (y/n)’s eyes widened.

“You also damaged this plant, which is part of our protection system. You will have to face punishment for your behavior.” He said and (y/n) gulped.

Suddenly the man raised his scepter towards her and her eyes widened.

“You will never be forgiven and your punishment is to lose your tail. You are no longer welcome in the ocean, you are no longer a mermaid. You shall become a worthless being, a human.” He ordered and a flashing light hit her, immediately turning her tail to human legs.

The man left satisfied, swimming deep into the ocean and (y/n) turned to look at Jackson.

“Do you know what that means?” Jackson asked her being really excited and she nodded.

They could finally spend their life together. They are free to love each other without worrying about anything else.

“I love you so much. Don’t ever leave me.” Jackson said and pulled her closer to him.

“I won’t and I love you too.” She said and they shared their first kiss as, now both, humans.

Ooh la la la

Kyungsoo x reader

Warning: None

Genre: Fluffy cute shit au awww

Word count: 1k (1007)

Summary: Kyungsoo just wanted to serenade you, but the rest of the members can't help but be themselves and lowkey ruin it. He's lucky you don't mind it at all.

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“I don’t think this is a good idea after all.” Kyungsoo turned to the other boys, doubting the plan they had all worked on for a while.

Kyungsoo has been crushing on you for a while now and his bandmates finally convinced him to serenade you.

Though now, Kyungsoo had started to regret this, his grip on the flowers in his right hand being too tight.

“You’ve worked hard on this, don’t quit now. We’re here, if you forget any lyrics or something, we will cover you up.” Junmyeon told him and Kyungsoo let out a breath, taking small steps towards the area under your balcony.

“You can do it.” Jongin’s whisper was heard and Kyungsoo nodded.

“Wait, how do I get her to come out here?” Kyungsoo panicked and everyone turned to look at each other, their eyes widening at the small, but important detail they forgot about.

“How about you text her?” Chanyeol offered but Baekhyun gave him a light slap on the back of his head. “That’s not romantic!”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to throw rocks either.” Minseok murmured and the rest nodded, agreeing with him.

“Socks?” Jongin asked and Jongdae face palmed. “Our feet probably smell, do you wanna kill the poor girl?”

“Okay, I got an idea, what if I scream and she comes out to see what is going on?” Sehun jokingly said but the others seemed to think about it for a bit.

“I didn’t mean it, come on guys!” Sehun whined and Kyungsoo shrugged.

“Let’s just start singing. She will hear us.” Lay spoke up and everyone turned their heads to look at him.

“You’re kinda right. We should just start, she’s probably still preparing to go to sleep, so I don’t think we’re too late.” Kyungsoo said.

“Okay, 1…2…3…” Chanyeol counted before he started playing the guitar.

“When I turn my head, my eyes meet yours” Baekhyun started singing.

“And once again, I’m just left staring at you” Jongin continued and small smiles started spreading at everyone’s faces at how well it was going for now.

“That smile is a bit too much for me, filled with an ease leaving me to burn I can’t breathe when I see your eye smile, it seems like you know that’s your charm” Sehun rapped and they all kept staring at the window, waiting for a hint or a reaction from you.

“Yeah yeah yeah

La la, la la

Your eyes are whispering to me,

La la, la la

It’s like they’re asking me to approach you”

A light flickered inside your room and everyone sucked in a breath, Kyungsoo was already sweating.

“Ooh la la la, please allow me

Ooh la la la, into your imagination

I’ll go right in, so let me in I’ll dance in your eyes

Ooh la la la, the moment our gazes meet”

You reached the balcony, wondering what was going on outside and your eyes widened when you spotted them.

Your eyes met Kyungsoo’s, who was sitting in the middle, exactly the moment Jongdae sang that lyric. His expression changed to a mix of embarrassed, shy and awkward and you could feel your face mimicking it.

“Right now, in this moment, the space between us is filled with this strong trembling, “

Kyungsoo sang and you swore your heart skipped a beat.

The boys went on with the song, Kyungsoo was now standing, awkwardly holding the flowers in his hands, a mix of looking straight into your eyes but also avoiding your gaze. You had moved closer to the balcony slowly and so did he.

“It’s like you’re telling me to open the door”

Kyungsoo raised his arm towards you, longing to hold your hand, the height of the balcony separating you.

“to your slightly open heart and come right in”

He took over the rest of the lyrics, lowering his hand and taking a step back.

“Ooh la la la, please allow me

Ooh la la la, into your imagination

I’ll go right in, so let me in I’ll dance in your eyes

Ooh la la la, the moment our gazes meet”

Your breath hitched as you heard him sing those words for you.

He motioned to the boys to stop and spoke up.

“Would you like to come down here for a little?” He offered and you nodded, quickly going back in.

Kyungsoo motioned to the guys to leave and they quickly all disappeared, in reality hiding behind some bushes.

“Hi” you awkwardly said, mentally cringing.

“Hi” Kyungsoo replied and you giggled.

“So, what did you think?” Kyungsoo mentally face palmed knowing that it was exactly what they had told him not to say.

“I liked it. A lot.” You confessed and Kyungsoo let out a sigh.

“Look, (y/n), I had been meaning to ask you out for a while now, but I really couldn’t find a proper way to express my feelings. I’m sorry it took me a while, but I think this was the best way to describe what I feel for you.” He ignored everyone’s advice and followed what his heart told him to say.

“Kyungsoo… I’ve liked you all this time, I could never imagine you liking me back and all this is like my craziest fantasy.” You shyly admitted.

“It’s real, my feelings for you are real. I like you, a lot.” Kyungsoo said and held one of your hands.

“Would you like to…?” Kyungsoo hesitated thinking the term ‘girlfriend’ wasn’t serious enough for the feelings he felt for you.

“Of course.” You replied, knowing exactly what he meant and Kyungsoo smiled, before slowly leaning in.

Your lips met his and they slowly moved against each other’s both enjoying the moment ignoring anything around you.

Kyungsoo’s arms wrapped around your waist, your one hand on his chest with the other played with the hair on the nape of his neck.

“Why are they so quiet? What is going-OH MAN MY EYES” Sehun screeched and Kyungsoo sighed pulling away, Junmyeon scolding Sehun in the background.

Forbidden love pt2

Taehyung x reader Demon!Tae Soulmate Au

Angst wannabe, no smut, a little fluff later

Summary: You didn't want to get married to a random man, but your parents didn't seem to get it. When you reached out to your best friend, Taehyung, he disappeared, having to face his own problems. However, soulmates are all about the perfect timing, so Taehyung came back exactly when you needed him the most.

Word count: 810

You could listen to this while reading. (I’ll tell you when to begin) i just wanted to make it more dramatic hehe 

Pt1 here

After the shock I experienced when I locked eyes with the mysterious creature, I was reminded of my current state. Helpless, alone, in a forest, at night. What could I possibly do to, at least, survive the night? I climbed up a tree, using every rock and fallen branch I could find, to step on. I got on a big enough branch and sat. Well, this is all I can do. I tried to get some sleep, but the constant sounds around me kept me alarmed. 

  Unlucky me, didn’t know, that my husband had followed me, until he saw the creature and me lock eyes. That was when he left, realizing he could use all this against me. He, the same night, visited the castle, and to inform the king. Kwangsoo was a lucky bastard, because his childhood friend, Daejung, inherited the throne of his ill father, just a month after our wedding. So he practically didn’t have to do anything but to exaggerate, while explaining to him what happened.

And my luck was still absent, because it wasn’t even an hour after the sun had risen, when I heard voices from under the branch I was sitting. I was in a state of being half asleep, when I realized that the voices were threatening me.

“Get down from the tree, before we come up there.” Kwangsoo’s voice filled my ears. My eyes widened at the picture in front of me. Kwangsoo and five… soldiers? They were armed men in armors, so they were probably part of the king’s army. And at that moment I realized I was doomed.

The men started kicking on the tree to make it move. I had no choice but to get down. The men gathered around me, two of them grabbed each of my arms and the others walked around us, in case I tried to escape.

I was taken to the castle. My hands are tied. Literally. I was put down, sitting on my knees, in front of the king’s throne. Soldiers and maids all around me, Kwangsoo smirking in a corner.

Daejung had a look of disgust written across his face. He ‘tsk’ed out loud, shaking his head from right to left.

“Bring her to the guillotine.” He simply ordered. What?

The men grabbed me again and escorted me out quickly. I was placed in front of the guillotine, in the middle of the village’s central square. The king’s voice was loud behind me.

“Her decapitation will take place on sunset.” He simply stated and walked away with his men. Kwangsoo stayed behind. He placed his hand on my cheek, still smirking.

“And you thought you could run away, you cheating bitch.” He slapped me and walked away chuckling.

(You can begin listening to the song)

As the sun started setting, a lot of people started gathering around me. They were gossiping, everyone on my husband’s side. I never got the chance to even explain myself to anyone.

An ear ripping screech was heard from behind the crowd that had formed. My mother.

She pushed from between the people. As soon as her eyes met mine, she stopped. She took steps back. As people started questioning her about me, she turned to me with a cold glare and the words I heard, hit me harder than anything could.

“I don’t recognize this person. I never had a child. That girl is not my daughter.” She exclaimed and people apologized and let her go. She too steps back, but stayed to watch my decapitation unfold.

The king arrived, along with my husband and a few of his soldiers.

“You have one minute left.” A soldier said.

Revenge.

“Hi mom! Yeah you! Stop pretending you can’t hear m-” I was cut off mid-sentence by a hand covering my mouth.

“Did I say you could speak?” I glared at the soldier and licked his hand and he pulled it away, cringing.

“It’s time.” The king spoke up and moved closer.

“Kwangsoo, will you have the honor?” He pointed at the guillotine and my husband hesitated, before taking a step to the front.

“With pleasure.” He replied and held the rope.

“Let’s all count down, shall we?” The king turned to the crowd.

“3”

I took a breath in. Memories of Taehyung and I filled my thoughts. The first time I met him, the afternoons he spent over at my house, getting along with my family, his 18th birthday.

“2”

Why did he leave me?

“1”

And right before Kwangsoo let the rope go from his hands, a scream was heard from a person from the crowd.

“The demon!” the woman screamed, before fainting.

I turned my head to my left, where she was pointing.

I was faced with something I wasn’t expecting.

A creature with huge wings staring right at the king with a smirk on his face.

My eyes widened.

Taehyung.

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Pt3