hello my dears!! ♥ i know it’s been some time, i’ve been on some “vacations” actually, at my sister’s. after recovering from such “vacations” (which were pretty stressful if you ask me) i’ve decided to re-open this blog so once again, requests are open~ here are the rules in case you’d want to request, and masterlist is here.
[i write only for monsta x atm... maybe for exo too in the future... who knows]
don’t forget to pass by! (even to say hello hehe, it’d be nice)
If you had to describe Lee Minhyuk with a few words it would have been: shy, cute, always caring, funny, sweet. Just stuff like that, but never in one million years you would have called him sexy, mysterious or dominant.
Unfortunately you end up with him as your date for prom night. He, of all people! Why couldn’t it be the new student or the cute guy from the library?
Minhyuk had enough of that. There’s also his growing jealousy he suddenly discovers which is not helping with the problem and it’s especially not helping when you’re in front of him:
Half naked and only with a towel around your body.
GENRE: Smut, from friendship to lovers maybe (idk what this is, i’m sorry. maybe i should call the smut-gods for help ugh)
Hello dear! Just wanted to stop by to say hello and to see how things are going. Also don’t forget to take care of yourself and be sure to eat and rest well! ~ <3
Hello my beautiful angel! I'm doing pretty good actually, I'm organizing my things to get my flight in the first days of February so I'll go back home. I'm really happy because I miss writing and I have a lot of requests and writings that I'm eager to post!! I have a little cramps right now but I'm being healthy so it'll pass. what about you amazing person? How are things going??
i was supposed to post this when i hit 500 followers for the new year but,, i’m lazy so sozz. anyway, ahhh thank you guys so much for 600 followers!! i know 600 isn’t a lot to some, but it is to me, so i’ve decided to create my first follow forever to shout out my mutuals/fave blogs/followers. this is my first time doing one of these and i’m hoping that this is how it is done. once again, thank you guys so much! i love and appreciate every single one of you whether we talk daily or not. just know that i do love and care about you guys, and i’ll always be here if you want to talk. i hope 2018 is great to you all! ❤️💞💖💟💓💜💙💚💛❣️✨💌
as you might know, I'm on a trip right now, I'll be back with a lot of requests by the end of January. I made a twitter account, in case you want to follow me~! I'm just a regular MX stan~ see you soon!
⇢ summary: “zeus’ place is a café invented for demigods, magical creatures, and humans alike to mingle and drink great coffee under a magical glamour that conceals the identities of anyone not fully human!” ⇢ hyunwoo happens to be the son of zeus on top of being a very popular barista at Zeus’ Place, but between daughters of Aphrodite and blue-skinned nymphs, he finds himself falling for a beautiful (and very flustering) human: you.
⇢ warnings: hyunwoo is a bad flirt. a+ barista, though.
a/n: here is my part for the @mxwriters monsta x greek mythology collab!!! check out the other works here and stay tuned for the rest! :) this one-shot is partly inspired by the Percy Jackson universe and partly inspired by the otome game Astoria: Fate’s Kiss… yes, i know
At first glance, you’d think him something unreal.
His presence commands a room’s attention even when he himself seeks no such thing, and it can’t be helped for passerbys to throw more than one glance his way. And yes, while he doesn’t blame them (their mortal minds know something is great about him, they just can’t exactly fathom a son of a god amongst them, let alone the son of the king of gods but I digress), it can get pretty freaking annoying.
summary: you can travel through time, bring people back to life, have countless types of power- but it isn’t free. the payment? your life.
genre: angst?? idk
pairing: hyungwon x reader
word count: 1.1 k
warnings: this is so confusing and dumb? also read the tags if u don’t understand the end... i love u all <3
a/n: i took the prompt from @writing-prompt-s
You’ve been here before- you can feel it somewhere in your body. The scents you automatically perceive before anything else, the way your skin bristles at the familiar ambiance. It’s not exactly clear what it is, or why you feel the way you do about this magical place, but you can’t seem to brush it off. This situation it’s not like those times you feel stuck in a deja-vu because of similar perfumes and auras, no; this time you know you’ve been here before. It’s like a lost memory, something living inside of you that desperately wants to come out.
You’re not quite sure how a voice can be sweet but raspy, and passive-agressive at the same time. You perceive his voice as sweet, but with a dash of rush in it. It completely shakes you off your daydream.
“I’m sorry, what?” your voice comes out as high-pitched as it possibly can- a sign that you’re nervous, effectively. He looks directly at you for a brief moment and closes halfway his eyes, like he’s examining you, reading your mind. You feel naked and uncomfortable- like he’s actually reading your mind. You gulp out loud.
Finally, he breaks the silence. “If you feel like you’ve been here before, it’s probably because you were.”
Wait… what?
You tilt your head and he laughs sweetly at your cuteness. You have weirdly cute habits.
“My name’s Hyungwon, by the way.” He reaches for your hand, and you undoubtedly shake his.
“I’m-,”
Before you can finish your sentence, he’s locking eyes with you. He stares directly at your eyes and they don’t move, but you notice how little stars begin to form on his dark brown irises. The cologne he put on today, brought bad good ol’ memories from a past time you can’t possibly remember.
“Y/N, I know,” he smiles sweetly, his teeth showing in the most adorable way. You’re astounded, and you try to find in the back of your mind clues, why does he know your name?- but most importantly, why do you know you’ve been here before?
He notices the slight marks of fear on your face, and walks right behind the counter where countless artefacts lie. Blue-ish and purple potions hugged by carefully decorated wicker, retouched with a sligh but still noticeable layer of varnish. A piece of mustard-colored paper with a fancy quill, and you notice a carmine stone attached to it- everything’s carefully arranged, there isn’t a single trail of dust, like he cleaned just before you entered the shop. You’re not completely weirded out by the fact- but you just can’t bring yourself to believe in those comments that pictured the boy in front of you as a rude, careless person.
He knows you’re wondering how he knows this about you. He stares at you, the way your eyes roam around the room. The way you play with your hands, nervous but amazed to the scenery. For a moment you seem confused, and he looks your way- you’re staring at a framed photo. Your sight catches a tall man holding the hand of someone that looks slightly familiar- though you can’t quite see well who it is. Before you can reach for the frame, he’s taking it and putting in inside his drawer.
He clears his throat. “If you’re wondering how I know your name, I can read the minds of my clients,” he lied. He had to do this again- he never had a choice.
Silence filled the room.
“So, what brings you here?” his voice became tougher, and you start to feel a little moved by it- but you try not to overthink. After all, he can read your mind.
“I’m… I’m looking for an enchantment that can make me travel through time,” you finally said, the words coming out of your mouth as quick as they can.
“You want to go back in time?” he sighed, in his mind.
“Yes.”
“You realize that’ll shorten your life and take a few memories from you?”
“Yes.” you repeat, and you gulp out loud. No matter how tough it’ll be- you’re willing to do this.
“Okay,” he stood up and accomodated his chair- and for the first time -even though you’re sure you’ve seen him before- you get to fully admire his figure. He’s tall, his reddish-brown hair falls perfectly without any effort and the blue velvet overall he’s using just complements perfectly his features. You’re wondering if he’s a wizard- you know they’re known for their uncomparably beauty. You’re sure it’s not possible for an ordinary human being to be this gorgeous- so it has to be a magical criature.
Like the world suddendly speed up, the noises he made woke you up. He’s looking for something inside a drawer behind him. After revolving practically everything- he hands you something wrapped in a newspaper.
The moment your hands touch the product, you can feel glass and it sounds like water inside of it.
“Here. There are 2 potions inside of this. Drink the blue one first and the red one later. The red one will keep you safe through your travelling- and you’ll fall asleep. When you wake up, you’ll be able to choose 3 destinations. Use them wisely, please.” he instructs, and your notice he’s stiff. He sighs.
“Should I pay?” you ask before he can sit down.
“No, the government will take care of that,” he lied. It takes a lot of himself to maintain this shop- but he can’t bring himself to make you pay. You’ll have enough with the thought a shorter life and a piece of your memory taken from you.
You smile, and shake his hand. At first he doesn’t take it, but later on he’s squeezing it. “Thank you for the service. I hope to see you again soon.”
Tears begin to form in the corners of his eyes, letting go of your hands.
“Go. The earlier you drink it, the less days of your life will be taken.” He said like if dying younger wasn’t a big deal.
You exit the shop with what you were looking for, a smile in your lips- you’ll finally be able to save them from fate.
He looks inside of the drawer for something that’s utterly precious to him. He caresses the glass that’s protecting the picture as if it was a real person- and it was, to him. The memories only he had. Your framed face is now wet with his tears.
“I can’t stop you from your life-wishes. I just wish you’d remember us one last time.”
He feels his heart heavy, his lungs are pressed like someone’s hitting his body with the force of a thousand bricks, but still he smiles. He knows you’re drinking the red beverage- and he remembers your cutely wrinked noise the fist time you did; his blood did taste a little acid, even though you blamed your eating habits. Silence fills the room, and his heart finally stops trying. He’ll hopefully see you soon, too.
I know this isn't the place. I know I'm wrong, and I'm probably going to be hated, but it isn't new and it's never been. But something's out of place and writing in a shitty little blank book doesn't work anymore , neither does crying until my head hurts and I have to hide in the bathroom, or bury my head in my pillow even if I can't breathe and feel like I'm going unconscious because i know there's weaker people that need my comfort and I couldn't stand them seeing me cry. So even if this isn't the place, I have to. Because I'm lonely and I can't speak up. And even if I want to do it, no one would hear.
I moved, as you might know; a reason why I haven't posted. I moved with my sister, my niece and my sister's husband. They live pretty far from where I live (3200 km.).
I had a rough year. I lost friends, i bared with people and was told to "deal with it" even if I had social anxiety. I was told to "put my part" even if I'm depressed and barely feel like eating. My girlfriend and I broke up, even when I still love her and I miss her more than anything. And I'm far away from her, when she needs me the most. And I can't show her my weakness.
I came here to relax. To clear my mind. To make anything a little better. To work and deal with different people, and come back home being someone else. Someone normal. I came here to renew myself. To stop being a whiny baby and start doing things.
The fact that they fight doesn't make anything better. The fact that I don't have any friends , neither does. I dealt with abusers for my whole life. I'm not here to deal with it. But I'm alone. I'm by myself. And the more I tell myself it's okay, the weaker I get. The more I tell myself that I'm a strong woman, the more I want to quit. I don't have money to eat, because even if I want to work they tell me to quit because I'm "too shy". And I know it's my fault.
I'm sorry I can't post , I'm not on a hiatus, but I'll be back soon. I promise. I love you guys. And you cheer me up more than anything. I'm not worth any of your kind comments.
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