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TGWCTM looks sooooo good and I love your writing! I fear that I am a wimp tho and can't handle unhappy endings đ€Ł I can enjoy a lot of angst as long as they live happily ever after. This isn't me asking you to write a happy ending just to clarify! You should write whatever you want haha! I am just wondering if you wouldn't mind spoiling the ending for me (if König and Reader both survive and get to be together specifically) so I know if I can read it or not. Feel free to answer this ask privately and/or wait until after you've posted the final chapter! I know you might want to keep it a secret until it's published haha. Thank you!!
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Hi!! Thank you so much for taking the time to send this! A few very kind people have asked me about whether or not this story has a happy ending but the asks had some spoilers about the most recent chapter so I didnât post them just in case eep đ
SPOILERS FOR THE UPCOMING FINAL TGWCTM CHAPTER BELOW!!
Yes!! TGWCTM will have a happy ending!! đ«Ąđđ
Itâs funny this story absolutely ran from me, the âoriginal endingâ I had planned was going to be incredibly angsty - (The Victor was supposed to be the final chapter) - but apparently I am too soft for all that. I kept crying so much while writing it, the only way I could make myself feel better was by continuing the story and giving them a happy ending đ
⊠I will say, though, those two will absolutely have to earn their happy ending

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I read you "The greatest prank of all times" with ollie, I think it's wonderful. I was wondering if you could do another fiction of ollie and the reader actually getting pregnant on accident, and now they have to tell the grid, but none of them believe either of them at first because of the prank that they had pulled. If you can't do this, it's fine. Please and thank you!
Enjoy reading and send some requests!
- xoxo babygirl đ
Part 1
Not a Prank anymore



It had been a week since Yn and Ollie found out the unexpected news. The small red cross on the pregnancy test had stared back at them like a secret that was too big to hide. They had spent the first few moments freaking out, pacing around the living room of their apartment, trying to process it all.
âI canât believe it,â Yn whispered, still staring at the test as though it might change its answer. âThis is⊠this is real, right?â
Ollie ran a hand through his hair, his eyes wide with disbelief. âI donât know. I thought Iâd be ready for a family, but this is⊠Itâs a lot to take in, Yn.â
The two of them had been together for just over a year now. Their relationship had started out as a sweet and simple romance, but a year ago, they had played a prank on their fellow drivers, telling them that Yn was pregnant. Everyone had believed it, and the jokes and teasing had flowed for weeks after. But this time? This time, it was real.
âSo, what now?â Yn asked, looking up at Ollie with a soft smile.
Ollie paused, still trying to process the initial shock. He rubbed his face, taking a deep breath. âWell, we tell everyone, right? The drivers. Theyâre our family too.â
Yn nodded. âLetâs do it. But this time, itâs real.â
The living room was full of chatter and laughter as the drivers trickled into the apartment. The evening had started off like any other gathering: a relaxed dinner with their closest friends.
Charles and Carlos had already started talking about the latest race results, their usual friendly banter filling the air. Lando and Max were sitting on the couch, arguing about who had the better strategy in the last race, while Yuki and Franco were happily munching on their food. The table was loud, everyone in high spirits.
Kimi, who had been in on the news for the past week, sat in his usual spot, silently observing the chaos, a glass of wine in hand.
Yn sat next to Ollie, giving him a small, reassuring smile. She could feel her heart racing again, but this time, it was for a different reason. It wasnât fear or anxiety; it was excitement. She could see Ollie was nervous too, but he kept giving her small glances, trying to keep himself calm.
âAre you ready for this?â Ollie whispered to her, his hand resting lightly on her knee.
Yn squeezed it, trying to calm her own racing thoughts. âYeah. Itâs time. Letâs do it.â
The dinner wound down, and soon, everyone was laughing and sharing stories of their latest misadventures in racing. Ollie and Yn exchanged a look and stood up, grabbing everyoneâs attention.
âHey, guys,â Ollie said, his voice surprisingly steady despite the nerves twisting in his stomach. âWe need to talk to you about something. Weâd like everyone to move into the living room.â
Charles, who had been in the middle of a heated debate with Lewis, raised an eyebrow. âWhatâs going on?â
âNothing bad,â Yn added quickly, âwe just have some news to share. Please, everyone, if you could?â
The drivers all looked at each other, curious but trusting. They slowly made their way into the living room, taking seats on the couches or standing around, unsure of what was coming.
Once everyone had settled, Ollie and Yn stood together in the middle of the room, both looking a little nervous, but ready.
âAlright, we have something big to tell you all,â Yn began, glancing at Ollie for support.
Ollie nodded. âYeah, so, um⊠weâre pregnant.â
The room went silent. The kind of silence that fills a space when no one really knows how to react.
At first, no one said anything. The drivers exchanged confused glances, unsure if this was another prank. After all, they had been the victims of one before.
Charles, trying to piece it together, squinted his eyes. âWait, youâre⊠really? This is⊠this is a joke, right?â
Yn smiled nervously. âNo, itâs not. Weâre going to be parents.â
Max, still trying to process it, shook his head. âAre you serious?â
Yn held up the pregnancy test, still in its little plastic case, and handed it over to Kimi, who had already known. Kimi didnât even flinch. Instead, he took a long sip from his wine, watching the others carefully.
Slowly, Charles took the test from Kimiâs hand, his eyes wide in disbelief. His mouth opened and closed as he looked back at Yn and Ollie.
âOh my god,â Charles muttered, and in the next moment, he fainted.
The whole room erupted into chaos. Carlos rushed to his side, kneeling down beside him, a mix of concern and confusion on his face.
âCharles! Charles, wake up!â Carlos yelled, shaking him gently.
Franco stood there, frozen, then slowly looked over at Yn and Ollie. âAre you reallyâŠ?â
Yn nodded, her eyes bright. âWe are.â
Fernando, who had been quiet up until now, stepped forward, his face breaking into a smile. âThis is amazing. Congratulations! You two are going to be great parents.â
Lando, who had been standing with his arms crossed, suddenly uncrossed them and stepped forward, a playful grin on his face. âAlright, this is no joke. But now that we know youâre serious⊠Can I have the number of your doctor? Just want to make sure everythingâs good.â
The room went silent again. Everyone was staring at Lando, who seemed completely unfazed.
âYou want the doctorâs number?â Ollie asked, surprised.
âYeah, Iâm just making sure weâre all good. I mean, you two are going to be parents, so youâll need support. I want to make sure youâre getting the best care, yeah?â
Yn and Ollie exchanged a quick look, unsure if Lando was serious, but they couldnât help but laugh. âYeah, weâll give you the number.â
Lando immediately pulled out his phone, making a quick call as if he was making sure everything was in order.
âJust wanted to help,â Lando muttered to no one in particular, a cheeky grin still on his face.
Yuki, who had been munching on his food, blinked up at everyone. âWait, what baby? Whatâs going on?â
Carlos, still trying to revive Charles, glanced over at Yuki. âThe baby, Yuki. Theyâre having a baby. Canât you see the test?â
Yuki, still holding his fork, nodded slowly. âOh, yeah. Thatâs cool. Congrats.â
Franco clapped his hands together, a huge grin spreading across his face. âIâm so excited! Youâre going to make such great parents. I know it.â
Max finally walked over to the couple, clapping Ollie on the shoulder with a smile. âCongratulations, mate. Seriously, thatâs awesome.â
Lewis, who had been standing off to the side, crossed the room toward them with a warm smile. âThis is big, you know. Iâm proud of you two. Youâve got this. And Iâll always be here to help however I can.â
Yn smiled at him, her eyes filled with gratitude. âThank you, Lewis. That means a lot.â
And then there was Carlos, still holding Charles up and looking at the pair with a grin. âCongratulations. But seriously, Charles needs to wake up so I can finish congratulating you properly.â
Everyone laughed, the tension easing as they all gathered around Yn and Ollie, offering hugs, congratulations, and kind words. The couple stood together, feeling the warmth of their friends surrounding them, and in that moment, everything felt right.
Yes, they were young. Yes, they had no idea what the future held. But one thing was certainâthey were ready for this next adventure. Together.
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Yandere Batfam x Camp half-blood (Neglected reader)
DC x Pjo
Part 11
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"Okay, I can't take it anymore, why the hell does everyone get gloomy every time we're at the manor? Everyone seems fine at duty?" Duke places his cutlery down, his tone nervous yet determined to find out what's wrong with his family
He noticed.
Of course he did, after he lost his whole life, he was given to Bruce, and he loved them, they loved him too, they were kind, understanding, and they were all he needed after everything
That wasn't the same for them, They were empty, only rare moments where they relish in happy moments
Did he ruin it? Did he do something? Or was the feeling of never truly being accepted is just because he's new? Does a certain test have to happen?
Worst part, Duke can't even complain, they showered him with love, and he tried too, he plans activities, though they always comply it doesn't help, he feels as if there's this void he can't seem to fill
What can he do to make his family well?
Is this because of that child?
(Name) Wayne?
He couldn't meet (Name), for they were already gone, when he first met Batman, when he first met the family, he didn't see anything wrong, no grieving, he thought it was odd, but it has been a year, no... Bruce would never forget a child, let alone his
Would he?
Then he saw, Duke thought he would try to make his family feel better, by asking questions about (Name), maybe recalling happy memories about that child would cheer them up
But they couldn't speak, Tim who is usually chatty would quiet down and keep to himself, Steph who would never make Duke feel lonely stepped away when asked
He saw no pictures, he heard no stories, He noticed no child.
His family, his new family couldn't have neglected and god forbid forgot a child?
The same one who took him in?
The same one he found peace with?
He knew the answer was right In front of him, Bruce often, though he cares about his kids, Duke knows Bruce is more of Batman than Bruce, And Batman loves his duty more than his kids
He knew the entire family put each other on second, Dick with the titans, Tim with young justice, Oracle with Birds of prey, this family puts family on second, but it doesn't mean they don't care
It sometimes makes Duke wonder if he'll find people that will push him to put the Wayne's second
Could it be, that everyone was so engrossed in their own lives, in their duty, their second make shift family, that they forgot about the first? that they forgot someone needed them, (Name) needed them
He knows they failed, and he's scared they might fail him too
Duke inhales and exhales, his eyes straight to Bruce "How long are you going to let your guilt eat you? You made a choice to pick your duty over your kid, so stand by it" he says
Duke knows they hurt someone, The Waynes hurt someone very vulnerable, but he can't bring himself to hate his family, they're the only one he has
Duke can't wait for the time he meets another family, maybe then he can let go of the Waynes
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"oh fuck we are so in trouble" you yell as a bunch of hippocampi swim further and further away from the camp
The harpies screech, and Mr. D- looks disappointed, as he's being held back by Hermes, you begin to think what would happen if Hermes lets go of his grip on Mr. D's arm
Percy shuts his eyes tight as he hugs his hippocampus "Thank you dad..." He whispered
Poseidon sending the hippocampi meant his father believed in him, that his father believed that he should be the one to save camp
And it made Percy believe he was enough, that he was strong
Despite the negligence Percy and the rest of the camp suffered, small moments that make the Gods show they care is enough for them
It made you wonder if your father had done the same, if he ignores you for months but pops in to check on you from time to time
Would you have stayed?
Would that have been enough for you?
Seeing as you hold on to the fact Aphrodite called you her favorite, you fear that you would have
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Duke knows the people he loves did something wrong, but because he loves them he can't bring himself to hate them, he waits to love another person more than he loves his family to leave
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I'm going to be honest
I'm having a genuinely hard time making this post. I've been fighting with it for a couple weeks now, but I think it's time I finally make it.
I'm not having fun on this blog anymore.
It sounds bad, but honestly, it kind of is.
I think a lot of it started from the very beginning with the precedence and expectations I put on myself. I've always tried to respond to every comment I get. Even from the beginning. It's just a polite thing to do since those who leave comments took the time to write out what they think of my fic, even if it's just a keysmash. I've always felt the need to thank those who leave comments or reblog my writing or (now that tumblr has it) replied to my fics. It worked fine before because none of my fics were particularly popular. Even my most popular fic (at that time) didn't get as much attention as CRCB has. I've never had a "big blog" before, nor a fic as popular as CRCB has gotten.
It was fine at first, responding to everyone, engaging with everyone. I was riding that high of omg so many people are reading and enjoying my fic! I've never had anything quite like this before.
Now...it just feels more like a chore. I set this precedence on this blog that I respond to everyone and I know a lot of people have said that they're surprised I responded to them and to everyone, and now I'm getting why a lot of writers don't. I'm exhausted. I feel like I've just been robotically saying the same thing over and over trying to respond to people now. I used to love seeing asks in my inbox and reblogs and replies but now? All I feel is dread because I have to respond to all of those.
Turning anon off was a big help. It lessened the sheer volume of asks I was getting a day. And while I do feel bad for all of my anons who prefer to stay anons, with everything that happened (the multiple incidents) with anon that kind of started to suck the joy out of everything. That paired with the obsessive need to constantly have my inbox cleared and make sure everyone gets a response...I can understand now too why big blogs will have 200+ asks in their inbox. It's hard and it's exhausting and I'm burning out.
First it was the fic that was burning me out. Things have gone on far longer than I planned and I just wasn't prepared for this fic to go on and for a while there it was dragging. I'll admit that. If I could go back, I'd speed up a few things, but it's done, it's posted there's no going back. I kind of hoped I would have the mental capacity to upload more than once a week too, but I just couldn't. I still can't.
I've come to dread posting chapters because I know I'm going to have to reply and respond to everyone. The only thing keeping me posting is the fact that we're in the part of the story I've been excited about since the beginning and also because I keep leaving everyone on cliffhangers and I love torturing y'all with all of them.
So that being said, this is in no way to shame anyone for interacting with me, anyone leaving comments or replies or sending asks. Don't feel bad about doing it please. I appreciate all of you that have engaged with me and it really means so much to me. Honestly, earlier this year, if I didn't have this fic and everyone on this blog, I might not have made it to now. It's been a really rough year and it's still going to be into next year. It's just getting to the point where I need a break.
I've needed a break for a long time. I thought taking days off the blog would help, and it did for a couple of weeks, but now even on the days I'm supposed to be on the blog and engaging, I just find myself queueing stuff up and just being offline most of the day still.
I'm tired. That's the best reason I can give. I'm tired and burned out on life and I'm tired and burned out on this blog.
So...I think I need a break. I need to not keep responding to every single reply and reblog every chapter. I need to not force myself to answer every ask right away, no matter how much I want to. I feel bad, but I know everyone would rather have me here and enjoying the blog than forcing myself to interact to the point where I'm dreading it and just robotically repeating myself over and over with every reply and answer and comment.
I won't be pausing the fic, I won't be not uploading. I'll still be posting chapters, I just might not be interacting as much as I have been. It's just putting such a mental strain on me still, even with anon off, even with days off. And with things getting busier for me, it's going to be too much to try and deal with irl stuff and write and try to be super active on the blog. There's going to come a point where I have to sacrifice the writing or the blog and I'd rather sacrifice the blog to keep myself sane, and also to keep trying to finally get this fic done. I love this fic, don't get me wrong, but I'm just burning out.
I'm already burned out in a lot of ways.
I was planning kinktober this year but honestly I'm considering not doing it because I know interaction is going to be insane and it's going to be a lot to keep up on. Plus trying to write that many fics is hard and I'm not sure I have the ability to do it. I have a few done but now I'm just like...is that something I want to do on top of irl stuff and CRCB.
There's just no joy in it anymore. It's not anyone's fault but mine. I put the pressure on myself, I held myself to that standard for this long despite the fact I knew it was draining me. I've tried to push through when I should have prioritized myself. I feel so guilty not responding to everyone. I feel so guilty being a day or two late responding to everyone.
I want to be here and interacting and responding to things but I just can't bring myself to anymore. It's no one's fault, and this is not a drag on anyone, or an attempt to make anyone feel bad or guilty for interacting or sending asks or anything. I'm just airing out the truth and saying what I need to say because I feel like I've been so robotic and lifeless with my responses these last couple weeks and I feel like I need to explain why. It's nothing anyone has done. It's my fault. It's 100% my fault.
Things have just gotten to be too much and it's my fault for forcing myself to be so active. The social battery has dropped into the negatives. I'm not a social person. I can only handle so much interaction and I've pushed so far beyond that, that things have gotten to this point. I want to be here and I want to have fun and I want to use this as an escape but I just don't feel that way about it anymore. It's a chore for me, a job, something I feel like I have to do and it's my fault that I feel that way. It's my own standards and expectations I set on myself, and my expectations on what I think my followers want and deserve and now I feel like I've gone on too long like this that I can't change things without hurting anyone's feelings. I don't want people to think I'm ignoring them in favor of others because I know there's writers out there that do that. They only respond to a certain group and ignore others that comment and reblog. I don't want to make anyone feel like I'm doing that to them and that's now led me to here.
I'm forcing it and I'm tired.
It's been hard these last few weeks. The life has just been draining and draining continuously. The joy and the love I have for this blog and my followers and the interactions and the fic. The last anon bullshit that happened was just kind of the last nail in the coffin so to speak. The straw that broke the camel's back. Things stopped being fun. It made me feel bad (and not in the guilty way, though that was a part of it) and I'm honestly just over it. I'm over the blog, I'm over interacting, I'm over life at this point. August is a hard month for me and every year it seems to get worse and worse. A lot of it is unrelated to anything online and I was going to make a post about it but honestly I just don't want to. Those that know, know. Those that don't...it doesn't matter.
I'm getting annoyed by the blog, I'm getting annoyed every time I look in my notifications and see an ask or a reply or a comment. I'm getting annoyed by some of my followers and that's not fair to you. Everyone always talks about how nice and kind and patient I am when I'm really not. I'm not the person I present myself to be on this blog, the way I mask myself so I can present myself as being a normal, kind human being. The mask is coming off because I'm so tired I can't keep it up anymore. It's happening here and it's happening in real life. I'm tired and I'm frustrated and I'm angry at a lot of things and the last thing I want is to start taking it out on my followers. You don't deserve that, especially when it's not your fault, it's nothing any of you have done. It's all me.
It's not you, it's me.
So for the sake of not burning this whole thing to the ground, I'm going to take a break. I'm not replying to everyone, I'm not responding to every reblog, I won't reply to every ask I get right away, if at all because sometimes I just don't have anything to say in response and I need to learn that's okay. It's nothing against you. It's not aimed at anyone specifically, I'm just trying to put myself first and stop things from escalating. I need a break and I'm going to do something selfish and I'm going to take it.
Don't apologize because it's not your fault. Don't apologize because you think you might have contributed to this because you didn't. It is no one's fault but my own.
I'm the one that needs to apologize to all of you because I've just not been myself because I've been forcing myself to be someone I'm not. I've been very unfair to a lot of people over the last seven months that this blog has been active and I've held a precedent that is not sustainable in the long run and made everyone believe that I was capable of maintaining that kind of interaction when I'm not.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry I've been putting everyone through this. I'm sorry I've been so detached and robotic and ingenuine. I'm sorry I led everyone to believe I'm someone I'm not. I'm sorry I've dragged this on this long that it's gotten to the point that I have to make this post.
I considered just disappearing but that wouldn't be fair to you either. I don't want to put you through that, so I'm pouring all of my thoughts out and making you read through this fucking novel of a post. If you've made it this far, then congrats I guess. Gold metals to you who bothered reading this far.
Anyway, all of that aside, I'll still be posting chapters. I'll have them scheduled and I'll probably come on and add links places to keep things current. I'll respond and reply and answer asks when I feel like it. You don't have to stop sending them, but just don't expect them to be responded to right away anymore. I'll probably still be here reblogging things I want and doing things when I feel like it.
I just need a few weeks to myself. Time I don't have to care about the blog at all and keeping up with it. Anon will remain off for the sake of keeping asshole trolls away, and also so I don't open tumblr and have 200 asks in my inbox after a week. Sorry to my anons but it's just the way it needs to be right now. Maybe once this break is over and I've dealt with irl stuff, I'll consider putting it back on. I just can't after everything I dealt with recently on anon.
It'll be the same on Ao3, for those that follow here and read there. Comments will probably sit for a while. They won't be answered right away anymore unless I get the energy to burn through them. Even then I won't try to answer them all at once like I did this last weekend.
I'll try to reblog something every day so y'all know I'm alright. I don't want y'all to panic and it's not fair to put you through that, especially those that might not see this or bother reading it. Those that follow simply for the fic and nothing else. I'm here, I'm just not...here.
This week's chapter is in the queue to be posted tomorrow as usual. Chapters will still come out as planned since I'm not stopping writing, just taking a break from the blog itself.
Thank you those of you who stuck through to the end here. I appreciate all of you so much. You have no idea. I'm sorry I let things get to this point and I'm sorry to anyone that I've gotten rude or snappy with because I couldn't be selfish and put myself first. I'm sorry to anyone that got a robotic, repeated response to something they were probably excited to share. I'm sorry I've been so unfair to everyone and I hope you can forgive me.
Take care and I'll talk to everyone when I have the energy to.
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Could you write a funny/fluff one about Pedro x reader. Like the reader is visiting Pedro on the set of Fantastic Four in Oviedo and everyone makes Pedro being protective/jealous over the reader because the crew and his cast members (Coco included) makes him blush every time they tell him how happy he looks after he finally opened his heart to a serious relationship. Like the reader could maybe tell them some jokes about how goofy Pedro is around the house, or he almost burnt the whole house cause he can't cook đ€Łđ€Ł
(if my husband sees this: babe I love you, thanks for he inspo)
My Boyfriend, the Firestarter
Here is your request it was a quickly written đ I hope so you are gonna like it âŁïž
Description: Burnt chicken, jealous extras, and a whole lot of love. This lighthearted story chronicles the ups and downs of dating Pedro Pascal in secret, proving that even a famous actor can be a dorky sweetheart (who occasionally sets things on fire).
â ïž Warnings â ïž: Lot of love and fluff

The crisp Oviedo air nipped at your cheeks as you huddled deeper into your oversized coat, watching Pedro film a scene.
He was seriously captivating, even when he wasn't just being Pedro. The director yelled "Action!", and boom â he was someone else entirely, this tough, seen-it-all kind of guy. You knew the real Pedro was a goofy and shy sweetheart with a surprisingly bookish side, a version the world rarely got to see.
That was your secret, and you cherished it.
Keeping your relationship under wraps had been Pedro's idea. He valued his privacy, and after a string of fleeting romances, he wanted something real, something away from the glare of the paparazzi.
You understood. It wasn't always easy, but the stolen moments, the whispered "I love you"s in quiet corners, made it all the more special.
As they were filming some extra dude strolled by offering a polite smile. You smiled back, but out of the corner of your eye, you saw Pedroâs gaze narrow.
His jaw tightened, and he totally messed up his line which, of course, the crew found hilarious.
"Cut!" the director yelled. "Pedro, you okay? Lost in thought?"
Pedro shot a angry glare at the guy, though he was trying to play it cool.


He mumbled something about needing a coffee break and he grabbed your hand, practically dragging you off set.
"Someone's a little jealous," Coco, his hair groomer and close friend, chuckled, winking at you. Coco was one of the few who knew about your relationship, and he delighted in teasing Pedro.
"I'm not jealous," Pedro protested, though his flushed cheeks said otherwise. He pulled you into a quiet corner, away from prying eyes. "JustâŠprotective."
"I know, babe " you said, reaching up to smooth a stray curl from his forehead. "And I appreciate it."
"He was practically drooling over you," Pedro grumbled, though a smile played on his lips.
"He smiled politely," you corrected, laughing. "Besides, I only have eyes for you."
Pedroâs expression softened, and he pulled you into a gentle embrace.
"That's what I like to hear," he whispered, kissing you softly. "Now, where were we? Ah yes, coffee. And thenâŠmaybe we can sneak off somewhere later?"
The thought of spending some quiet time with Pedro, away from the set and the watchful eyes of the crew, made your heart flutter. Being with him, even amidst the chaos of his career, was the best feeling in the world. And as you walked hand-in-hand towards the catering tent, you knew that no matter how famous he was, no matter how many handsome extras smiled your way, your heart belonged to Pedro Pascal, the man behind the actor. And his heart, you knew, belonged to you.
You and Pedro grabbed some empanadas and settled at a table when, inevitably, the cavalry arrived. Coco, naturally, was first, followed by Vanessa, Joseph, and Ebon, his co-stars. The whole crew seemed to show up around you and Pedro.
The conversation buzzed with set stories and inside jokes, and then, Coco, never one to miss an opportunity, piped up, "Pedro, you seemâŠradiant. Dare I sayâŠhappy?"
Vanessa chimed in, "Seriously, Pedro. You've got that glow. Is there something you're not telling us?"
Joseph raised an eyebrow suggestively. "Finally settling down, are we? Someone's tamed the wild Pascal."
Ebon, always the joker, added, "Next thing we know, you'll be wearing matching sweaters and adopting a golden retriever."
Pedro blushed and stammering, "Guys, come onâŠ" He glanced at you, a mix of amusement and slight panic in his eyes.
You squeezed his hand under the table, giving him a reassuring smile.
"They're right, actually," you said, deciding to put him out of his misery. "He is happy. And yes, he is in a serious relationship. With me."
A chorus of "Oohs" and "Finally!" erupted from the group. Pedro looked at you, his expression softening.
"He's amazing," you continued, ignoring the playful whistles. "Even if he did almost kill me that one time."
"Hey! It was a rogue toaster oven!" Pedro protested.
"And he almost burned down my kitchen trying to make me chicken soup when I had the flu," you added, grinning. "It smelled like burnt rubber and despair."
"In my defense, the recipe said 'sear the chicken,' and I wasn't entirely clear on the definition," Pedro mumbled.
Everyone burst out laughing.
"But seriously," you said, turning to Pedro, your voice softening.
"He's the most wonderful, goofy, caring man I've ever met. And Iâm crazy about him."
You leaned in and kissed him, a sweet, lingering kiss that shut down any further teasing. When you pulled back, Pedro was beaming, his earlier embarrassment forgotten.
He looked at you, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. "I love you too," he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear. And in that moment, surrounded by the laughter and chatter of his friends and colleagues, you knew that your secret, while now shared, was still something precious, something uniquely yours and Pedroâs.
Later that night, back in your hotel room, the city lights twinkled outside as you cuddled close to Pedro. He was scrolling through his phone, a soft smile playing on his lips.
"You know," he said, finally putting his phone down, "I'm reallyâŠreally happy."
"Me too," you whispered, nuzzling into his side.
"I meanâŠseriously happy," he clarified, his eyes searching yours. "I wantâŠI want this to be something real. SomethingâŠforever."
Your heart did a little flip. "Me too, Pedro."
He took your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours. "MaybeâŠmaybe you could come with me to the premiere?" he asked, a touch of nerves in his voice.
"I'd love that," you said, squeezing his hand.
He pulled you closer, his gaze intense. "I mean it," he murmured. "I want to be with youâŠforever. Whenever you're readyâŠI'm ready."
Tears pricked at your eyes. "Pedro," you said, your voice thick with emotion, "I love you. I will love you forever. And I'm so incredibly lucky to have you. You're an amazing man."
He kissed you gently, a slow, tender kiss. When he finally broke the kiss, he grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"So," he said, his voice dropping to a low rumble, "about the rest of the nightâŠI was thinkingâŠwe could do some things?"
He nuzzled his nose against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "Naughty?"
He trailed a finger down your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. "Definitely spicy"
You laughed, playfully shoving him. "You're incorrigible," you said, even as your heart pounded in your chest.
"Hey," he whispered, his breath warm against your ear, "a man's gotta have priorities."
He nipped playfully at your earlobe, making you gasp. "And mine," he continued, his voice husky, "are definitelyâŠyou."
He pulled you closer, his eyes burning with a playful intensity. "Unless," he murmured, his lips brushing against yours, "you had other plans?"
You met his gaze, a playful smile dancing on your lips. "Oh," you whispered back, "we'll just have to see where the night takes us."
After fun and naughty time as you drifted off to sleep later, wrapped in his arms, you knew that the "forever" he spoke of wasn't just a word. It was a promise, a feeling, a shared dream. And you, you were ready for it. Ready for forever, with Pedro, and whatever delicious surprises he had in store.
To all husbands if your wife is reading this,
SHE LOVES YOU..And she just likes to read đ Let her enjoy đ
Thank you for your request and reading đ
It was my pleasure âŁïž
#pedro pascal x you#pedro pascal fanfiction#pedro pascal fanfic#pedro pascal#pedro pascal x reader#pedro pascal fluff
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( đ ) ummary , just some thoughts I had about bf!jack
( đ ) arnings , some are nsfw! so readers have to be 18+
( đ ) ote , I know Iâve been a little absent lately. Iâve had a lot of unexpected things going on but iâm slowly making my way back. thank you for being patient <3



᥎êȘ« àŁł ê° đđ!đŁđđđ€ ê± who loves having a girlfriend. he loves doing the little things. getting you flowers when he goes to the store. buying you a gift when he goes on a road trip from the city he visited. posting photos of you on his story with a cringey âI miss youâ caption when he goes on long roadies because heâs a certified simp.
᥎êȘ« àŁł ê° đđ!đŁđđđ€ ê± bf!jack who doesnât tolerate when anyone talks bad about you or disrespects your relationship. he goes through his instagram comments regularly and deletes the ones talking bad about you.
᥎êȘ« àŁł ê° đđ!đŁđđđ€ ê± who loves when you do anything that has to do with hockey. whether that is watching it with him and luke on the couch , skating with them at family skates or playing mini sticks with them in the summer. sitting in the stands or in the family box wearing his jersey. or even just texting him âgood gameâ after road games means a lot to him. he adores that you try to appreciate and understand something that is such a big part of his life and his family.
᥎êȘ« àŁł ê° đđ!đŁđđđ€ ê± who is so appreciative of the fact that youâre so understanding when it comes to his chaotic schedule. and he always makes sure to make up for lost time when the hockey schedule gets a bit busy. surprising you with lunch at work. or arranging spontaneous dates.
᥎êȘ« àŁł ê° đđ!đŁđđđ€ ê± who is surprisingly a bit insecure and afraid of the fact that the thing he loves doing so much may be the reason he doesnât keep a long term relationship or the reason he attracts the wrong kind of girls. the kind that is only after his status and money and not him. which is why heâs so grateful to have met you because he knows you love him for who he is and if it all disappeared tomorrow , youâd still be there.
᥎êȘ« àŁł ê° đđ!đŁđđđ€ ê± who canât help but have the biggest smile on his face when he sees you interact with his brothers. finding out you send quinn updates on him and luke just to ease the oldest hughesâ older brother anxieties. or when you spend hours on the couch with luke talking about how heâs adapting to the league and how itâs okay to miss everything back home. I just know he gets so giddy that everyone in his family from grandmas to cousins absolutely adore you.
᥎êȘ« àŁł ê° đđ!đŁđđđ€ ê± who , despite feeling secure in your relationship , does get jealous rather easily and appreciates that youâre patient with him and provide reassurance instead of getting upset about it
᥎êȘ« àŁł ê° đđ!đŁđđđ€ ê± who has a bit of a hard time with healthy communication at the start of your relationship. throwing petty, sassy and dry remarks your way. but it only happens once or twice before you tell him how you feel about it before he starts to change the way he approaches conflict with you because he genuinely does care about your feelings and why youâre upset and doesnât ever want to disrespect you by treating you poorly even if he was mad in the moment.
᥎êȘ« àŁł ê° đđ!đŁđđđ€ ê± who isnât surprised , and canât even be annoyed , about the fact that his friends are instantly enamoured with you the second you show up at the lake house. he thoroughly enjoys the teasing remarks the boys throw his way the entire summer and is more than happy when he walks in on you having a group video call with trevor and cole over the holidays. you just fit into every section of his life so well from his family to his friends and itâs all he ever could have asked for in a partner.
᥎êȘ« àŁł ê° đđ!đŁđđđ€ ê± is a bit of a clinger and is glued to his phone when heâs away from you. texting you the most random updates about where he is, what heâs doing, who heâs with. telling you that he misses you about a hundred times. refusing to go to bed unless heâs called you and said goodnight.
᥎êȘ« àŁł ê° đđ!đŁđđđ€ ê± who is very handsy all the time. his hands constantly wanders to places deemed inappropriate in public. especially when heâs drunk and you guys are out with the guys. his hands are wandering all over, placing little kisses on your neck, shoulders, wherever he can reach. whispering in your ear about how you guys should go home.
᥎êȘ« àŁł ê° đđ!đŁđđđ€ ê± who loves fucking you from behind while youâre wearing his jersey. it makes him go crazy. thereâs just something about it that sates the possessive side of him so much when he sees it. and seeing it while heâs taking you from behind. the view is his favourite for sure. second to your pretty face of course.
᥎êȘ« àŁł ê° đđ!đŁđđđ€ ê± who loves cumming on you. On your face, ass, boobs. Just loves seeing you all messy for him.
᥎êȘ« àŁł ê° đđ!đŁđđđ€ ê± who gets a little turned on when you get possessive of him. Kissing his neck with lipstick on, he wonât wipe it off, heâd wear it happily. he just thinks itâs hot when you get possessive over him. and his heart canât help but do somersaults whenever you show it , especially in public. like seeing you get all pouty and move closer to him when the waitress flirts with him. heâd just press a kiss your jaw and whisper âmâall yours babyâ with a little amused grin.
᥎êȘ« àŁł ê° đđ!đŁđđđ€ ê± who is your biggest hype man on socials. commenting all sorts of thirsty things on your posts or reposting them on his story with an emoji or a âsheeshâ
#jack hughes x reader#jack hughes x y/n#jack hughes x you#jack hughes blurb#ê° đïž ê± â đhughes#ê° đ ê± â đhughes > headcanons
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Congrats to everyone who has been working on W2H2! đ If it's alright, I'd like to ask to ask 2 questions:
Is there by chance an official ref of colors for Debbie, or is it still up to interpretation at the moment?
Would you say that your personal, real life experiences within the 10 years moving from W2H to W2H2 shifted the tone/story of the series in some way? Something that I've always been fascinated with when I started looking more into W2H was the shift in Sock's character from the original comic -> first film -> second film, and Jonathan's character from the first film -> second film.
Thank you! âš
I actually just made some 'official'-ish colors for Debbie! Her voice actor Kaitlyn wanted something to use on a banner for conventions haha... so here you go!
2. I'm not really sure how to answer this one, haha. I mean I've definitely changed as a person over the course of making each iteration of W2H. I started the comic while I was at community college, before I went to art school. I adapted it into an animation for my graduation project. And I started W2H2 a couple years after I graduated college. So there's a good 2-3 years between each attempt at W2H I've done, haha. I think a lot of my original ideas from the comic had to change because it needed to be condensed into a short film. I didn't even GET to Jonathan yet in the comic! Some things just didn't make sense to me anymore, like the idea of Sock already having a human body count. It'd just be absurd for him to be able to hide it for so long! Plus, if I made it so that Sock has only ever entertained the idea of murder, it makes his new job that much more appealing-- it's a chance for him to really lean in to this thing he's always had to hide. Between the first and second films though, I mean... I think there's been some tonal shift, for sure (I don't know about a character shift? We'll get to that haha) But basically, when I was first thinking about W2H2, my idea was "Sock and Jonathan hang out and attempt to figure out touch physics, also there's some drama about a journal Jonathan keeps." All of the hell stuff is something that came from bouncing ideas around with my friends, Michael and Neil. I was worried that sending Jonathan to hell would be too bonkers for a "2nd episode", but we all kinda agreed that enough time had passed that the fans would probably enjoy something higher stakes, so it would be fine. (I'll give everyone a moment to realize this conversation would've been happening in 2015-16... ha.)
We also kind of thought, y'know... I have no idea how many more of these there's even gonna' be, so why not go a little bigger with this one? W2H2 is a higher stakes story than what I set out to make in the beginning, that's for sure. It is interesting to compare all of them.. the employee handbook was actually from the comic and I cut that because it wasn't helpful for W2H... but then it became helpful for W2H2, so it came back! Haha. I'm curious to know in what ways people think the characters have changed though. (And is that a good thing or a bad thing?) Especially a character like Jonathan, no one's really even seen that much of him yet, I think most of the characterization comes from fandom, or like... art I've drawn, I guess? Haha... I'm not sure! I guess Sock's a little more confident and antagonistic in this one (though he'll have his moments of hesitation... we're only at Part 1 right now!), and Jonathan has had to become a more vocal/active character, just by nature of the kind of story it is, I suppose. But yeah, I'm not sure! Happy to hear your guys' thoughts though!
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G'day, I hope you are doing well.
Ever since I finished the story of Dungeon Meshi (all supplementary material included) I've been writing down bullet points on characters in addition to in-depth synopses as a way to tidy up my rather busy mind. To this end I've also greatly enjoyed reading other folks' interpretations of particular characters, as it gives me further insight into aspects of that character I may have glossed over.
However, there's one character I'm struggling to write a cohesive synopsis about, that being none other than 'miss enigma' herself, Falin Touden. I get that her whole shtick is that she's kind of a mystery, but I find myself drawing a lot of blanks when it comes to her as a character, and while I have nailed down some important bullet points, there are a lot of different interpretations on her, all of which starkly contrast one another. Though perhaps it's just the wording. Hard to say.
It could very well be that I'm being too dense i.e. perceiving "Falin is willing to risk killing others to save her friends." and "Falin, in the heat of the moment, when faced with certain death, was willing to face the prospect of harming potential passersby in a final Hail Mary to get her friends to safety." as entirely different observations. I have a hard time with those kinds of things.
With this being a hub for all sorts of observations, interpretations and cool trivia, I was wondering if you'd perhaps be willing to share how you yourself perceive Falin as a character, so I can compare notes and perhaps gain a more proper understanding of her as a character as a result. I know this question is very broad and kind of vague, but if you could spare the time I'd be most grateful.
Other than that, I wish you an excellent day.
Hello!!! I love Falin!!!!!
She *is* a mystery, we mostly know Falin through the perception other characters have of her instead of a direct deep look onto who she is, which I find very interesting. I think the best post I've seen about her (which as usual I can't remember where edit: someone linked it thank uu) I think called her perceived altruism/love "selfish" and I've been thinking about that ever since.
In that sense the way she cares so much about the comfort of people around her might be a way to keep *her own* comfort because she doesn't want to see other people suffer.
This girly died and came back to life from bones and the first thoughts she has is that she caused trouble for her loved ones
She probably has felt this way since she was a child, "because of her" that her family was torn apart "because of her" that Laios left, her mom was sick, her father had to send her away. (wasn't actually her fault but she might think it is)
I imagine ever since then Falin has done her best to not cause trouble and to make the people she loves happy, everything we know about her and the things she was doing was always for the people she loved, that's why I enjoy the post canon comic where Toshiro asks her hand in marriage again so much. The first time she considers accepting just because "might as well" while for the second time she finally wants to live for herself.
I think Falin herself has lost who she "really is" by trying to accommodate everyone around her and that's probably part of why we ourselves don't really know her, so much so that the most cynical character is uncomfortable around her (probably cause he notices Falin is "hiding" something)
I think Falin is quite the melancholic character to be honest, someone who has lost herself in self sacrifice and who is only now learning how to live for herself doing what she wants.
Both the teleportation scene and the bit about healing show "cracks" in the selfless front she puts out tbh. By context I don't think what she did was only due to "desperation of the moment" she says out loud "Even if I end up hurting others I want you and my brother to live on". She weighted out how much suffering she might cause and decided she wanted to save them anyway, and I'm sure in that calculation she knew that they would suffer because of her sacrifice too.
Falin is saving them for herself, I'm not great with words so this is all over the place and maybe sounds a little negative about Falin but the thing is, you cannot live your life for other people, you can't sacrifice yourself for other people's happiness, you shouldn't erase your own presence so others are happier and I think Falin is starting to learn that by the end.
I'd probably keep rambling without getting anywhere and missing a lot of more meaningful moments but I'll stop here, if anyone has recs for Falin analysis please share!
#Dungeon Meshi spoilers#I think the way Toshiro speaks about the moment he fell in love with Falin to be telling too#He had to see her in the dead of the night finally just doing her thing instead of putting on what others expect of her#to finally notice how wonderful she is#But Falin cannot reciprocate those feelings because as opposed to Laios#She is putting up a front to these other people so she can't engage with them in a meaningful manner#Nobody (besides Laios and Marcille) got past the wall Falin put up so they couldn't reach her#I think in the conversation she has with Toshiro in that extra she's finally letting him thru that wall#instead of avoiding it like she did before#she caused discomfort by saying what she really feels and that's okay#Anyway#dunmeshi thoughts#ask#Falin Touden
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Vander x Reader - 5 Years Later...(Part 2)
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Part 2 to my Vander x Reader series - Part 1
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Warnings: Mentions of death, mentions of grief, feeling of dega-vu
You knew the Undercity wasnât the safest of places to go, at least thatâs what your father had always told you.Â
So why were you down here?Â
Because as much as you appreciated your fathers protectiveness, what type of friend would you be if you let one of your closest friends go down there alone?Â
A pretty shit one.Â
Which is why, despite the risks, you went with Jayce down to the Undercity.Â
Besides, seeing as you were training to be an Enforcer and Jayce was just a student at the academy it was basically your job to escort him and make sure that nothing happened to him; thatâs at least what youâd tell Greyson if she asked where youâd beenâŠand your parents, if they asked which you hoped they wouldnât.Â
âRemind me where weâre going?â You asked in a slightly hushed tone as the two of you turned a corner walking down a dimly lit alley, beforeÂ
âI need to get some supplies for a project Iâm working on,â Jayce answered simply; with an optimistic gleam in his eyes.Â
âWhat project?â you inquired, unable to keep your curiosity at bay; it had certainly been a while since youâd seen Jayce this excited about a project.
âItâs best I donât tell you, until I can get it working,â he replied; his answer only furthering your curiosity, but perhaps it was for the best for you to know as little as possibleâŠespecially if the academy wasnât aware of it, which by the seams of things, they werenât. The less you knew the better; though it still played on your mind as the two of you continued walking through the Undercity. Â
To most people the Undercity was just an underdeveloped land across the river, deep in the canyons, beneath Piltover, filled with misfits and thugs; but as you walked through the lanes of the Undercity, you couldnât help but admire the beauty of it.Â
The beauty of how vibrant the lights atop of the shops shone in the darkness; the difference of industrial architecture, making each building its own, if only in a little way.
It was different from Piltover, of course, but beautiful nevertheless.Â
Since you'd arrived down here you couldnât shake this feeling of deja-vuâŠlike youâd been here before.Â
It was odd.Â
Youâd never been down here; not once; so why did it feel so familiar?
You were so lost in your own thoughts that you hadnât realised Jayce had stopped walking until you walked into the back of him.Â
âSorry,â you whispered, hearing a small chuckle fall from his lips.Â
âLost in your own world again?â he teased, turning around to look at you.Â
You simply rolled your eyes at his comment and looked at the building youâd stopped outside; a pawn shop.Â
You shot Jayce a confused look; you didnât understand what this place had that any of the shops in Piltover didnât; except from some anonymity.Â
Down here no one knew him.Â
But that only caused the curiosity you had about his project to grow.Â
âStay out here, I wonât be long,â he said before disappearing inside the shop.Â
You went to follow him, before you heard a song in the distance, that halted your steps.Â
You knew it.Â
But you were certain youâd never heard it beforeâŠ
How did you know a song from the Undercity?Â
You turned on your heel, following the sound of the song; you knew it was risky, venturing off into the Undercity alone and you knew Jayce would be worried if he came back outside and noticed you gone, but you couldnât help it.Â
It was like your feet had a mind of their own and before you knew it, youâd come to the source of the music, it was a bar, or at least thatâs what you assumed it was seeing as it was called âThe Last Dropâ and had a logo of a tankard in the middle of the name.Â
âWhy does this place seem so familiar?â you thought to yourself, your eyes narrowing as you stared at the building in front of you.Â
You were about to take another step, before you felt someone grab ahold of your wrist; instinctively your training kicked in and your guard went up, ready to fight.Â
That was until you saw that it was Jayce who was holding your wrist; he was panting slightly with a worried look in his eyes, âI thought something had happened to you.â
âIâm sorry,â you apologized, guilt washing over you, âI didnât mean to worry you,âÂ
âItâs okay,â he answered softly, tugging on your wrist slightly, leading you away from the bar, âLetâs just get out of here.â
And with that the two of you made your way past the pawn shop Jayce had been in, passing a little boy with white hair leaning against the wall, he had a proud smile on his face that was until he saw you.Â
You waved at him politely, confused about why he was staring at you; but the little boy said nothing, he just continued to stare at you, his mouth hanging slightly agape as you vanished out of his view.Â
All you could think about as you made your way back to Piltover was how strange today had truly been.Â
The deja-vu, the song, the bar, the little boyâŠ.none of it was making any senseâŠ.
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Vander hated seeing Vi hurt; he also hated that she was a mirror image of how he was when he was younger, so eager to rebel against the topsidersâŠbut it wasnât that simple.Â
Thatâs what he was trying to get her to understand.
Every action had a consequence.Â
He knew that better than anyone.Â
He was the one who was too stubborn to call off the uprising, because he wanted to show Piltover that they were worthy of not being left behind on all the grand new ventures Piltover were indulging in; and because of that, he lost so many people that were close to him.Â
But no ones ghost was more haunting than yours.Â
He just needed Vi to understand that violence wasnât the way to play this.Â
He knew Greyson would probably be paying him a visit soon; the kids, unintentionally, broke an agreement that heâd made with the current sheriff of Piltover, to keep a peace between topside and the Lanes.Â
A peace that was now hanging by a thread.Â
Once he was sure Viâs injuries were clean, he rose from the table and began putting away the supplies heâd used to clean her cuts.Â
âVanderâŠthereâs something else,â Vi began, halting Vanders movements and making his attention focus back on her.Â
âGo on,â he said calmly, though in his mind he was dreading the next words that were going to come out of her mouth; sheâd just been part of blowing up a building in Piltover, what more could there be.
âEkko saidâŠ.he said he saw Y/n,âÂ
Her words short-circuited his mind at the mention of your name.
âWhat?â he asked; thinking that maybe, somehow, heâd misheard what Vi had said.Â
âHe said he saw Y/n walking with that topside guy that came into the shop,â she repeated, noticing how Vanders eyebrows furrowed together as he tried to process her words.Â
âThat was partly why I went up thereâŠ.to see if she was there,â she continued, rising from her seat, walking over to Vander and placing her hand on his arm.Â
She knew how much Vander loved you.Â
She knew how much losing you broke him.Â
She knew how much losing you hurt both her and Powder; whoâd grown so close to you in the few years prior to the uprising.Â
Thatâs why she wanted to be sure that Ekko wasnât wrong; sheâd barely believed him herself when he first told her, but before the explosion happened, she was sure she heard your voice; but without actually seeing you, she couldn't be sure if it was you or if it was just the wishful thinking in her mind.
âSheâs dead, Vi,â Vander stated; his voice remaining balanced; although the look in his eyes showed a growing sadness.Â
âYouâve never believed that,âÂ
It wasnât a lie; he didnât believe it.Â
He mightâve said that you were dead; but Vi knew that deep in his heart, he had never believed it.
He never found your body; and without your body, he could still cling on to the hope that you were alive.Â
Vi never really understood why he couldnât believe your death was real; but now she knew that he was right all along.Â
âEkko got it wrong, it canât have been her.â
âVander, he knows what she looks likeâŠ.â Vi tried to counter, they all knew what you looked like from the photos Vander kept of the two of you; but Vander just went back to putting away the medical supplies before heading to the stairs.Â
âHe got it wrong,â he answered back, slightly harsher than heâd intended to,before leaving the basement entirely and heading to his own room.Â
He all but collapsed onto the side of your bed; his eyes landing on the photo of you he kept on his bedside table.Â
You were dead.
Thatâs what he kept telling himself.Â
Thatâs what he'd had to tell himself for the last five years to keep his own sanity.Â
But there was a little voice in the back of his head, a voice that reignited his failing hopeâŠwhat if you werenâtâŠwhat if what Ekko said was trueâŠ?
Vander didnât know what to believeâŠ.the memories from that day flooding back into his mind as the pain heâd felt re-entered his heart, tears fell from the Hound Of The Undergrounds eyes, as he tried to work out what to believe.Â
What if all these years youâd been alive?Â
Why were you in Piltover?Â
Why hadnât you come back to him?Â
Did you blame him for what happened on the bridgeâŠ.did you blame him for the deaths so many people had succumbed toâŠ?Â
Is that why you never came home?
So many thoughts were running through his mind; but even if his mind hadnât settled on a decision, his heart had; he needed to find out the truth.Â
And he would; just as soon as heâd smoothed everything out with Greyson about today's incident.
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đESPRESSOđ Yoongi +18



Yoongi x Reader
Synopsis: You are the complete opposite of Yoongi... And he can't get you out of his head.
Warnings: Unprotected sex, masturbation.
Words: 5k.
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Now he's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh Is it that sweet? I guess so
You liked pink, feeling the morning sun caress your skin as you went for your morning run. Your favorite coffee was with milk, you enjoyed pop music, your shoes were always soft and colorful, perfectly matching the delicate bows adorning your wavy hair.
Yoongi was the complete opposite. He preferred black. At night, he went out to drink whiskey, finding comfort in the smooth burn of the drink. In the mornings, it was pure coffee, without the addition of milk or sugar, just the invigorating bitterness to awaken his senses. Ink stained his skin, almost covering it completely, each drawing telling a story he kept to himself.
He couldn't understand where that attraction to You came from. He spent hours thinking about pink bows, something he had never done before. It all started three months ago, when you walked into the bar accompanied by some people he already knew. The moment your eyes met his, it was as if a magnet drew him to you. Throughout the night, even as he tried to disguise it, it was difficult for Yoongi to look away.
He mentally thanked his friend when he called his group to join them, even though there was no direct interaction between you.
After 10 minutes, he watched you, laughing at everything that was happening, engaging in lively conversations with the group.
After that encounter, things went from bad to worse for Yoongi. He was never one to get emotionally involved with anyone, preferring casual or no-strings-attached relationships. However, your presence stirred something within him in a way he couldn't understand. You were everything he avoided: outgoing, funny, sweet, the type of girl who seemed destined for a conventional life, marrying some heir who majored in business at Harvard and now works at a major Wall Street investment firm.
In that regard, he wasn't wrong. Yoongi, after that night, didn't make any advances since he discovered during the conversation that you were committed and that your boyfriend couldn't attend because he was tired, having recently been promoted. Nevertheless, he couldn't help but think about you, even when he tried to keep his distance.
Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso
The second time you guys met, during a game night, or as they call it when the real goal is just to drink, Taehyung asks about your boyfriend. Yoongi continues to pour whiskey pretending not to hear..You respond that he's not coming because he's been really busy lately and quickly try to change the subject by letting out your classic laughs. 'What a surprise,' Tae whispers while sending only an eye roll. You listen, ignoring afterwards. However, Yoongi realizes that something isn't right in your reaction.
During the small party, as he scans the room, most people are standing around smoking or chatting, and the lights are partially dimmed, emitting only a kind of light that slowly changes colors. He notices two shadows in a corner near the kitchen and quickly realizes it's you and Jimin talking. From the movements and body language, he can see your expression of disappointment, with a look of indignation that he can't ignore. It's not sadness, but rather a clear disappointment that hangs over you.
Min rises from the couch, deliberately ignoring the tempting gestures of the redhead seeking his attention. With determined steps, he crosses the room, passing by everyone without exchanging a word, and ascends the stairs towards the balcony on the upper floor of the house. His steps echo softly through the hallway as he approaches the open area of the balcony, where the night breeze welcomes him.
Upon reaching the balcony, Min takes a deep breath of the cool night air before reaching for his pack of cigarettes and lighter. He eagerly seeks nicotine, longing to find brief relief from the tensions surrounding him.
The glass door is open, inviting him to enter. He settles into one of the chairs, immersing himself in his own thoughts, when he notices someone approaching and sitting beside him. He recognizes the presence without needing to check.
"Can I have one?" The question is simple but loaded with meaning. Min needs no more than that to understand. Without uttering a word, he extends the cigarette along with the lighter, sharing the gesture in silent understanding
"Someone asked about you yesterday," Jungkook, a guy who recently started working at the same bar as Yoongi, said casually as the two of them organized the glasses to open the establishment.
Jungkook, the youngest among the staff, was still attending university, carving out his path for the future. The guy had moved to the capital in a rush, without having had time to plan properly. Now, he found himself dependent on his parents for expenses, which made him feel like a burden on his shoulders. Determined to become more independent and relieve the financial burden on his family, Jungkook began looking for part-time jobs or ones that were only on weekends, which led him to Hoseok, who introduced him to the opportunity to work at the bar.
The next morning was just another ordinary workday for Yoongi. As he organized the glasses, his mind wandered among the bar's tasks.
"Someone asked about me?" Yoongi asked, trying to disguise his interest, but his curiosity was evident in his tone of voice.
"Yes, it was a girl," Jungkook replied, grabbing more glasses to organize. "She seemed interested in getting to know you better."
A shiver ran down Yoongi's spine. Was it her? Was she finally showing some interest? He couldn't help but feel a mixture of hope and anxiety.
"Do you know her name?" Yoongi asked, trying to sound casual.
Jungkook thought for a moment before responding. "I think it was... Yuna? Yeah, I think that was it."
The excitement on his face quickly faded, turning into a bored expression. He remembered her, the redhead, she was very pretty, but his mind was already made up.
Jungkook noticed, but chose to stay silent about it, quickly changing the subject and focusing on Hoseok's birthday that would take place at the bar in a month.
I can't relate to desperation My "give a fucks" are on vacation And I got this one boy and he won't stop calling When they act this way, I know I got 'em
The third time he saw you... Well... He wasn't sure if he really saw you or if it was just his mind conjuring up your image. It was late at night, during his off-duty hours, and Yoongi was outside a liquor store, along with some customers who had become closer to him. The night was too hot to stay indoors, so he decided to accept one of their invitations to hang out. Let's just say it was just for drinking and smoking outside some liquor store downtown.
After many bottles, including one being accidentally dropped on the ground, he looked at a corner and there you were, or at least he thought it was you. You were wearing a blue dress that reached mid-thigh, adorned with a large bow of the same color adorning your hair from behind.
Suddenly, everything flooded back into his mind, as if a wave of memories hit him, turning into a tangled mess of soft colors, filled with smiles and shared moments, as if he were reliving a scene from a romantic movie. Among the flashes of memory, images of cute teddy bears and affectionate gestures emerged.
It seemed incredibly real, but it all happened so fast. He began to doubt his own sanity, something he had been doing for some time, and the idea of ââgoing after to find out who that person was came to his mind. Under the influence of the adrenaline that alcohol provided, he began to seriously consider the possibility of acting, taking advantage of the fact that nobody he was with knew you. This propelled him to overcome his shyness and hesitation, especially in front of the common circle of friends you shared.
One of the friends, probably taller and louder, nudged him on the shoulder with a wide smile. "Hey, Min! What are you staring at so intently? If you keep frowning like that, you'll get more wrinkles."
Yoongi shook his head, trying to play it off. "No, it's nothing. Just... I think I saw someone familiar over there on the corner."
The friend laughed, patting the pale man's back. "Ah, okay, we get it. Let's focus on the bottles, alright?"
Yoongi just nodded, but deep down, the glimpse he had of the figure on the corner continued to echo in his mind, like a soft melody he couldn't forget.
Walked in and dream came trued it for ya Soft skin and I perfumed it for ya
"Please, Madonna is a queen," you declare to Jimin with conviction as you both enter the venue, amidst a lively debate about pop divas worthy of a Twitter thread.
"Not just a queen, she's a goddess, along with Cher, baby," Jimin backs up his argument.
The bar belonged to Yoongi, and it was a cozy yet stylish establishment tucked away in a trendy corner of the city. The entrance greeted patrons with a neon sign flickering with warm hues, drawing them into a world where music and conversation flowed freely. Inside, dim lighting cast a soft glow over plush velvet couches and rustic wooden tables, creating an atmosphere that was both inviting and intimate. The walls were adorned with vintage posters of iconic musicians and artists, adding a touch of nostalgia to the modern ambiance. Behind the sleek bar counter, shelves lined with an impressive array of spirits and liquors glimmered under the spotlights, inviting guests to indulge in their favorite drinks. As you and Jimin settled into your seats, the sound of laughter and the clinking of glasses filled the air.
The noise of the music in the bar was loud, but not loud enough to prevent Yoongi from hearing your voice as you entered the establishment. His eyes locked onto you, dressed in a pink dress that hugged your curves irresistibly, outlining each contour with elegance. The suggestive neckline added a touch of boldness, leaving anyone who looked at you drooling with admiration. Your hair cascaded over your shoulders, framing a delicately made-up face that exuded confidence and charm. You seemed like a vision of pure sophistication and sensuality, and a subtle hint of jealousy struck Yoongi, though it was something he would never admit out loud.
Finally, it was Hoseok's birthday party, and the bar was packed, considering he was so sociable, seemingly friends with half the city. Yoongi didn't know even 20% of the people there, but he had let his friend invite whoever he wanted as a gift.
As a way to not make it too obvious that he had a crush on you, Yoongi kept himself busy with party duties. He served drinks, helped set up with Jungkook and Taehyung, who, by some miracles, actually started to pitch in... More often than not, they ended up hindering rather than helping.
As they worked on the preparations, Yoongi occasionally cast furtive glances in your direction, observing your movements and conversations with the other guests.
He found himself looking at you again, chatting animatedly with Jimin. You whispered to each other and glanced around, seemingly engaged in a private conversation that no one else could hear. His attention was soon taken when the music stopped, and he saw the guest of honor for the night on the small stage used for live music nights.
"I'm glad everyone's here and I want to thank you all, but especially Yoongi," Hoseok pointed to the dark corner of the bar where his friend was busy making drinks. When Yoongi realized that all eyes were on him, he felt a warmth creeping up his cheeks. But what really embarrassed him was noticing that you were watching him with your big eyes and a smile that made your face glow. "He provided this exclusive space for us. This party would have been impossible without you, brother."
He definitely wasn't used to being the center of attention, and the sensation made him uncomfortable.
As the party was in full swing, a sweet pop song started playing, and that's when he noticed the commotion around him. You were closer to him, and he didn't know how that happened, but something slipped from your lips as you stared into his eyes:
"Oh, he looks so cute wrapped 'round my finger."
You put the straw to your lips and gave him a slight smile. Before he realized it, you had vanished into the crowd.
But this empty space didn't remain so for long. Jimin, the guy he always saw you with everywhere. Something Yoongi suspected at first until he realized, through social media, that besides you being really friends, the guy with the big lips and cute smile had a girlfriend who strangely looked a lot like him. Jimin also got closer to Yoongi a bit before you showed up. He was friendly, not always, but had an aura of a playful boy.
"You got the message, right?" Jimin stopped in front of Yoongi and said this with a somewhat arrogant smile on his face as he nodded toward the upstairs, which not ironically was where Yoongi kept a second home when he wanted to escape from the world or felt too tired to go to his luxury apartment. The older man returned the smile, not wanting to show that he was lost.
"What are you two up to?"
"Why would we be up to anything?"
"You know you're always involved in something, right?" Yoongi raised his left eyebrow slightly as he questioned.
"Are we communicating in questions now?" Jimin repeated the act.
Yoongi remained silent, just waiting for the next response.
"Uh, I'm just getting things done here," he spoke again, pointing to Yoongi's house with his head. Jimin was already pushing him towards the stairs, not allowing Yoongi to think things through. "I need you to grab JK's bag, he left it there."
"Why is his bag in my house?"
"I don't know, just go already."
Yoongi climbed the stairs, trying to go unnoticed, a bit suspicious about what was going on. As he entered through the wooden door, he found the place completely silent and everything in place, the small living room and kitchen were in perfect order, with no sign of anything suspicious. He decided to turn back and return, but before he could do that, a loud noise coming from the bathroom made him freeze in place.
"That's a heavy door," the unmistakable female voice reached his ears, and in seconds, he understood all the strangeness that had occurred downstairs. You appeared in the hallway leading to the bedroom, perfect as always, but stumbling a bit with your tall white boots, most likely due to the force of the door.
Yoongi quickly turned around trying to leave the place unnoticed, but when he tried to open the door, it was locked from the outside. He mentally cursed Jimin for whatever the hell he was trying to do. He turned his gaze to you.
"Uh," he cleared his throat, trying to get your attention. Your surprised expression gave away that something was wrong, but he could see a hint of shyness glimmering in your eyes.
"Yoo-o-ngi?" You cleared your throat, still a bit incredulous. "Is something wrong? I needed to wash my hands. You know? Drinks, dancing, spilled... Jungkook told Jimin and that you authorized me to come here because of the bathroom line... Um, that's it, I guess?" It was like a meltdown, you spoke hurriedly in seconds, Yoongi barely caught on. That nervousness had an explanation.
What Yoongi didn't know was that you were enchanted by his figure, the way he remained mysterious, his large and firm hands holding the whiskey glass... Yoongi was far from the type of guy you were used to dating and attracting, but people like him were your ideal type of guy, the one you imagined before falling asleep or when watching a romantic comedy. It wasn't just a crush, you genuinely had developed an admiration for him in this short period of time. His organization and the way he fought for his goals were like a moment of silence in the daily chaos.
It was difficult for you to find a moment to talk to him because it seemed like the only thing he knew how to do was work. Besides, it would be strange to show up alone at his bar, right?
But it was becoming complicated to hide when you two met. Most of your friends had already noticed your glances, you weren't someone who could pretend. Now, in front of him, alone in a place illuminated only by the moonlight, it was difficult to hide.
"Jungkook didn't warn you, did he? I'm sorry, I-I..."
"Y/N," Yoongi's voice echoed through the hallway, sending a shiver down your spine. Your eyes met in the dim light, sparking with palpable tension. You held your breath, feeling a wave of desire course through your body. Yoongi's intense gaze pinned you in place, as if you were ensnared in a spell. You could feel the electricity in the air, the attraction pulsing between them like an invisible current. Your lips parted, ready to form words that were never spoken, but the sound died in your throat. You couldn't decipher what he was feeling.
"Just shut up," that wasn't what you expected. "I think I know exactly what's going on."
The tone of voice used left you feeling flushed, it was embarrassing. You tried to ignore all the reactions of your body and began to think about the events. And when you realized the plot, all your eyebrows raised and your cheeks violently reddened in understanding.
Jimin had convinced you to make a move today.
"The plan is easy." He spoke with calculated confidence, as if conducting a masterclass. The images on the TV screen flickered, displaying a variety of suggestive outfits. "You throw him some charm, something subtle but not too subtle, it needs to be teasing but not overly, something like a discreet invitation," Jimin explained, sliding the slides skillfully.
"I'll choose the clothes that please me," you retorted, with a tone of disapproval.
"Your clothes already have a vibe of another reserved, so it's all right," he replied with a mischievous smile. "Continuing, second step: you'll touch up your makeup in the bathroom upstairs. You know how it is, at these parties the main bathroom always gets crowded. Are you understanding?"
"Yes, Professor Park," you replied, feeling somewhat frustrated. "But why do I need to touch up my makeup?"
"Think with me, Y/N," Jimin said, adopting a persuasive tone. "That will probably happen after a while. I want to make sure that, by the time he sees you and you talk, you look absolutely stunning." You trusted Jimin's guidance, even if the reasoning behind it didn't make much sense.
"So, I'll lead the conversation with him and keep him around. When you come back, you'll be ready. You'll throw the charm, disappear, and then come back triumphant," Jimin concluded, outlining the plan with unwavering confidence.
Your hand automatically hits your forehead. You felt a little humiliated, especially considering his strange reaction.
"Yoongi, what did he tell you to come up here?" You don't look at him, avoiding any proximity.
"Does that really matter?" He was in front of you, making it impossible to look away. He saw you biting your lips in a moment of pure impulsivity, and that aroused him to the true Yoongi, the guy who doesn't need to woo someone, he fucks without a care.
He leans towards you, his lips meeting yours. His lips were soft, but you could hardly feel them, due to the force with which he grabbed your waist with one hand and the other behind your head, pulling your hair slightly. Their bodies pressed against each other, seeking relief for the tension that had built up between them.
You moaned in the form of a sigh, and he let out a arrogant chuckle in the middle of the kiss.
"Y/N... We haven't even started and you're already moaning like this?" Yoongi didn't want an answer, but he leaned back slightly from your face, pulling your hair again, this time with force, forcing you to look at him. He took advantage of your stretched neck to lick it up to your ear.
"So needy," he put his tongue back into your mouth.
Suddenly, Yoongi returned to what he was before he met you. The arrogance was in the air. You could only moan and murmur.
When one of his hands slipped between your legs, you choked in the middle of the kiss, stopping in alarm, but that didn't discourage Yoongi, who continued to move his fingers lightly over your panties.
Your mouths were close to each other, but remained separated, so close that Yoongi could feel your breath hitting his lips. Some strands of saliva still connected you. The older man's movements began to get faster, his reactions were making you embarrassed, you were about to climax without him even having touched you properly. A finger slipped into your wet hole.
"Yoongi," you were in ecstasy, broken, looking at his face, eyebrows furrowed, eyes closed, and mouth slightly open. You felt his breath close to yours, sighing, but without touching, it was a tease. Yoongi's hand slid to your jaw and held it firmly. He knew you were close by the pulsation of your pussy and the grip on his fingers.
"Yoongi... I'm going to cum, please don't stop, please," you whimpered as the tingling began from inside your belly, he kept up the pace; it was so wet there.
"Yes, fuck, cum on my fingers," that was enough.
And so you did, in small gasps and with tightly closed eyes, you melted over him, almost falling to the ground.
You barely noticed when he put you on top of the kitchen table and, with a gentle push, laid you down, pulling up your dress to your waist. Yoongi's large rings made contact with the warm skin of your belly, bringing more sighs.
Yoongi looked into your eyes asking for permission, receiving only a pleading look to continue. You threw your head back, completely lying down. It was only possible to hear the metallic sound of the belt being opened and a light sound of his pants falling to his ankles. Peeking, you came across the most promiscuous scene you had ever seen. Yoongi looking directly at your pussy still covered by panties, with his lips between his teeth, while he masturbated lightly. He grunted like an animal before approaching.
He pushes the panties aside and slowly slides into you, earning a dragged moan from you. He takes advantage of his position and, running his hand over the outside of your thighs, he pulls you closer, returning to vigorously swinging his hips towards you.
His breathing becomes heavier as Yoongi's gaze fixates on the action that is taking place. He is ignoring everything as if that were the only thing that mattered, just listening to the sound of their skins colliding.
"Don't stop," your voice comes out in a whisper, knowing that he is close to climaxing. The movements accelerate more than possible, and Yoongi's voice becomes a tangle of grunts and sighs until he buries himself deep inside you.
You feel every movement of his, every part of him inside you, an overwhelming sensation that makes your whole body tremble. Your breathing becomes heavy, your heart beats irregularly, and the heat between you is palpable, enveloping you in an intense aura of desire and passion.
The last thing you remember is him with you in the shower, bathing you while you played around like two idiots. The hot water running down your naked bodies, the laughter echoing in the small space of the bathroom. Shortly after, without even bothering to dry off, you both fall onto the bed, your bodies still wet, but your hearts filled with an intense and profound connection.
Jimin would be punished for lying.
Is it that sweet? I guess so That's that me, espresso
Two men were inside a large black car parked in front of the bar across the street. The party had ended an hour ago, nearly 7 a.m., but they remained there for an important reason.
"Did it work?" The man with large eyes asks.
"Believe me, I don't give it five months for Y/N to show up with a grumpy mini-Min ready to cry on my shoulder," he says, taking another sip from the cold beer can, taken from Yoongi's special stock, but he knew he deserved it, as they had taken care of the place and closed after the party.
"Anyway, I hadn't even noticed... This... um... thing they have... Jimin, when you wanted to talk to me, I thought it was about Yuna," the other comments.
"Haha, that was a lie. She's obviously attractive. I just wanted to test him a little before leaving my best friend in his hands," Jimin says naturally, gesturing with his hand to support his own plan.
"Lie?" Jungkook turns his body fully towards Jimin, with his eyebrows deeply furrowed and his arms open in indignation.
Jimin puts his hand on his shoulder and follows his gaze to the second floor of the establishment.
"You know, a good cupid needs to ensure all possibilities." Jimin checks his phone one last time before leaving, and only one notification catches his attention.
"Your NETFLIX login is no longer available. Would you like to sign in with another account?"
A scream was heard throughout the neighborhood.
Hello everyone. Just popping in to let you know that next week I'll be posting the second chapter of Get This Man <3.
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Just a little crush II Kim Little x Beattie!Reader
masterlist I word count: 3192
a/n: sorry, It's a lengthy one, but we hope you still enjoy it. â€ïž
âLee, whoâs that girl talking to Jen?â, Kim Little asked Arsenalâs vice-captain while licking her lips nervously. They and some other family and friends gathered for a party to send Jen Beattie off who was going to California to join Bay FC.
There was something about that young woman standing next to her friend which was making her feel and think things the midfielder never did before, but she didnât want to dwell on them any further as it would lead to much more questions and less clear answers.
Amused Leah Williamson raised her eyebrows:â Oh Kimmy, you donât recognize her? Itâs Jennis baby sister, sheâs fresh out of Edinburgh University!â
âThatâs not Jenâs sister! She looked so much younger last time.â, the Scottish woman shook her head in disbelief.
Still smiling the England captain replied: âYes, itâs, sheâs 25 now.â
âOh wow.â, Kim muttered.
Noisily Beth Mead took part in their conversation:â Who are you two gossiping about? I want to know.â
âJens little sis.â, Leah answered with a smug smile on her face.
âShe turned into a real beauty, right?â, the blonde forward winked watching Kim turning red.
Much to her dismay the defender noticed it:â think our captain would agree with you.â
âStop it.. Iâm not.â, Kim explained slightly embarrassed.
âHaving a little crush?â, Beth teased her teammate grinning.
Tuning in Steph Catley chirmed:â Oh Kim, thatâs so cute.â
âI donât have a crush.â, their captain disagreed. She felt relived when Jen came along distracting from the gossiping football players.
âHi guys, remember my little sister?â, the tall Scottish defender asked.
Cheerful you greeted them:â Hi, everyone.â
âHello great to see you again. Even though the reason is kind of sad.â, Beth responded with a sad smile.
Empathetically you nodded:â No, I agree but shamefully canât wait to visit her soon in Cali.â
âYou all act like Iâm disappearing forever.â, your big sister laughed. Even though you knew the farewell felt equally as bittersweet to her.
Quickly Lia WĂ€lti hugged her: âWe canât help how weâre feeling, Jen. Itâs a big loss for us and a big win for Bay FC.â
âYou girls are the sweetest.â, Jen whispered, she was so grateful for the friendships she made during her time at Arsenal.
Big eyed Steph Catley responded:â Iâll miss my favourite neighbour.â
âIâll miss living next to you too, Steph.â, the defender answered truthfully.
This was the moment you found the time to talk to Kim directly to express your gratitude towards her:â Thanks for letting me stay at your place for a few weeks, Kim.â
âYouâre welcome. Now that your sister canât let you stay anymore.â, the older woman waved it off.
âI really appreciate it.â
With a small smile the midfielder told you in a reassuring tone:â You can stay as long as you want. Donât worry about it.â
âIâm sure youâll have a great time together.â, Jen intervened confidently.
You gave your sister a nod: âIâm sure weâll.â
As the evening progressed, the atmosphere became more and more relaxed. You felt right at home with your sisters teammates who happily shared stories about Jen with and made sure your glass was never empty.
It was only after midnight that Kim appeared right in front of you, reaching out a hand towards you: âCome, Iâll get you home.â
âNow?â, you asked, surprised by how drunk you sounded already.
Kim just raised an eyebrow but did not comment on it: âYes, itâs late.â
âBye, Jen!â, you shouted across the room to your sister while Kim helped you into your coat.
With one swift motion, Jen came over and pulled you into a tight hug: âBye, you two.â
Luckily, the way home in Kims car was short. You were by sleep and found it difficult to keep your eyes open. Once Kim led you into the guest room of her apartment, you let yourself fall onto the bed with a relieved sigh. Kims dog curled into a ball at your feet.
âThis is really cozy.â, you mumbled, burying your face into the soft pillows.
Kim watched you from the doorway: âGlad you feel at home here.â
âGood night, Kim.â
The corners of her mouth quirked up as she closed the door behind her and you fell into a dreamless sleep.
You woke up early the next morning and decided to make coffee for yourself and Kim. The coffee was just done brewing as Kim came back from walking her dog. Beaming, you handed her a mug: âMorning, this one is for you.â
She gave you a surprised look first but then took the coffee from you: âOh. Thank you.â
âYouâre welcome. Also I hope I didnât say anything weird when we went home last night.â, you said as you sat down at the kitchen table together. You took a sip of coffee to hide your reddening cheeks behind the cup.
âNo. Like what?â, Kim asked inquiringly.
You decidedly ignored her question and only reacted to the first part: âOh good.â
âYou almost immediately fell asleep.â, she explained plainly.
Changing the topic, you suggested: âDo you like Pizza? When Iâm done with my interview, I could get some on the way back.â
Finally, a small smile appeared on the football players face: âSure, why not?â
âOkay, great.â
With a glance toward the kitchen clock, Kim announced: âI have to leave for training now. So, see you later?â
âYes, see you.â, you smiled at her.
Just before Kim walked out, she paused for a moment: âOh, wait.â
âUhm, yes?â, you patiently looked at her as she walked back into the kitchen.
âI forgot to give you the keys.â, she said, carefully tossing them in you direction.
You caught them with a grin: âRight. Thank you, Kim.â
âSee you later. Good luck with your interview.â, Kim replied.
You were almost at the door when you turned around to face her beaming with hopefulness: âThanks. Have fun in training!â
During training Kim warmed up with CloĂ© Lacasse. The Canadian striker asked her curiously:â So you got yourself a roommate, Kim?â
âI was more or less assigned a roommate, CloĂ©. She was supposed to stay with Jen, but she decided to leave us.â, the Arsenal captain explained with a deep sigh.
With a mischievous smile on her lips Leah came to a stop right next to the older women: âThe most important part is though that Kim has a Girl crush on said roommate.â
Annoyed by her comment Kim rolled her eyes at the defender:â I donât have a girl crush, Leah.â
âKim is straight too.â, the Canadian forward added.
âRight.â, the Scottish midfielder nodded. Although deep inside of her something didnât sit right with it although it has been true for so many years at this point. Why did your presence make her question things she thought she knew about herself.
This didnât impress Leah in the least: âYou should have been there CloĂ© when they met at Jens Farewell Party.â
âWell, I canât wait to hopefully meet her soon.â, CloĂ© answered politely.
Frustrated Kim intervened:â You guys are making a way too big deal out of it.â
âIf you need to chat though weâre here for you, Kim.â, Beth offered warmly.
Stubbornly the Scottish woman shook her head: âI donât need to chat. Sheâs just staring at my place.â
âAlright, just saying.â, the England forward mumbled.
âItâs not a big deal.â, her captain repeated in a serious tone which made obvious that she was done with talking for now.
Reading the signs Leah decided:â Letâs get back to training.â
Finally, Kim thought relieved as they started to move again, distracting from the whirlwind, which was currently inside of her, giving her a peace of mind for the moment.
In the early evening you returned to Kimâs place announcing cheerfully:â Hi, I got the pizza.â
âThanks. How did your interview go?â, she wanted to know from you.
As you were setting up the table for dinner, you told her about it:â Not too bad, actually. They said my writing is promising but they asked me if I really want to stay focused on womenâs football.â
Interested the Scottish woman looked up to you:â What did you say to them?â
âThat I donât want to change my focus, I love writing about womenâs football and the culture surrounding it.â, you responded.
Proudly Kim remarked:â Your sister would have done the same in your position.â
âShe wouldâve, right?â, you asked her cautiously.
Kim nodded once with conviction: âAbsolutely.â
âThereâs still such a long way to go⊠although the recent success helped a bit.â, you thought out loud, a sad smile tugging on your lips.
âYou donât have to tell me.â, Kim replied with her gaze trained on the kitchen table.
You could sense that the football player felt a similar way about the topic. Your curiosity was piqued so you continued: âFor you and Jen it must have been an amazing progress to live through.â
âYes. Weâre lucky to be part of this generation. Selling out stadiums is something that a few years ago we thought was impossible.â, she explained calmly.
You were reminded of your sisters first football games. She was not getting paid to play yet and the number of fans was ridiculously low compared to this season. You bit your lip: âYes, I remember that too.â
âI appreciate that you want to keep focusing on womens football.â
Hearing her say that made your heart flutter for a brief moment. But you were also reminded how quickly the atmosphere had changed. You sighed and with all the enthusiasm you could muster, said: âWe should eat the pizzas now before they get too cold.â
âYouâre right.â
As you both sat down, taking the first slices of the pizza, you admitted: âBut I do love talking about football with you.â
âWe can continue at another time if you want.â, Kim suggested a little more relaxed.
âYes, Iâd like that very much.â
âMe too.â
âGreat.â
Kim put her slice of pizza down and looked at you thoughtfully: âWeâre playing at home on the weekend. You should come watch.â
âYes, Iâll be there.â, you politely smiled back at her.
Kims focus had already shifted back to her pizza: âGreat.â
 The stadium was starting to fill on the following Sunday while players walked out to warm up. You were engrossed in a conversation with your friend Emily who after a long time of convincing had finally agreed to come to the game with you. You completely missed that Cloe Lacasse walked out on the pitch with Kim and curiously nodded in your direction: âSo thatâs her?â
âYes, thatâs her.â, Kim replied, a frown on her face as she spotted you close to the field.
âIs that her girlfriend? The one whoâs standing next to her?â, the Canadian wanted to know.
Kim shrugged and shook her head: âShe didnât say anything about a girlfriend.â
Still, her gaze lingered on the two of you for a little longer.
The game ended with an easy win for Arsenal. Apart from the goals of Cloe and Alessia Russo, Kim also converted a penalty. The atmosphere in the stadium after the game was great and you immediately felt at home. However, the mood between the players on the pitch was less elated.
Leah Williamson bumped her captain with her shoulder: âKim? Youâre even quieter than usual.â
âWhat? Iâm just focused.â, the midfielder replied, pulling away from her teammate.
The younger player couldnât ask any further as you hugged the Scottish woman and sung:â Kim, you had a fantastic game, Kim!â Seeing the England captain you added blushing:âHi Lee.â
Smiling Leah couldnât help but to notice the height difference between you two, you were almost as tall as Jen while your roommate was fairly small: âOur skipper was great, right?â
âYes, she definitely was.â, with that said you let Kim down.
Much to your surprise she didnât look happy despite the comfortable win:âThanks.â
The midfielder didnât say anything further instead she left the room and left you clueless. Puzzled you turned around to look at her teammate: âWell, that was a bit strange do you know whatâs going on, Leah?â
âI think sheâs a bit jealous.â, the blonde replied seriously.
Baffled by that you let out a shaky laugh:â Jealous? Kim?â
Leah grinned: âYeah.â
âWhy?â
âBecause you brought your girlfriend.â, the defender replied, crossing her arms in front of her.
âMy girlfriend? Emily is just a friend!â, you corrected her, shaking your head in disbelief.
Sceptical Leah rose an eyebrow at you:â Oh, is she?â
âYes, wait, did Kim think that Em was my girlfriend?â, you questioned her.
Thoughtfully Leah responded:â Maybe.â
âI need to talk to her.â, you decided.
With an empathetic smile on her lips the blonde held you back: âMaybe not now.â
You listened to her advice, so you went back to Emily and brought her home before making your way slowly to Kimâs home. In your mind it already was yours too.
On her car ride home Jen phone called the Arsenal captain:â Hi mate, great game!â
âThanks, Jen. Howâs California?â, Kim asked her.
âItâs been really great so far., the defender sounded happily before turning more serious, but you texted that you needed to talk?â
Earnestly Kim told her: âYes. About your sister. Did you know that sheâs dating someone?â
âWhat? No, sheâs single.â, she mumbled convinced.
âWhat do you mean? She brought someone to our game today?â, the midfielder frowned.
Quickly Jen explained: âYes Emily, sheâs just a friend of her, Kimmy.â
âAre you sure? They seemed close?â, Kim almost felt something like relief by her former teammates reply. Although she didnât dare to trust the news yet.
âKim, Iâm sure of that besides Emily has a boyfriend.â, Jen chuckled.
âIf you say so.â
âBut you can ask my sister again. Kim are you jealous?â, the defender wanted to know from her friend.
Offended Kim scoffed at her:â Why would I be jealous? I was just wondering why sheâd stay with me when sheâs got a girlfriend here.â
âNow you know. I need to go to training, hope to hear from you soon, mate?â After a few goodbyes they ended the phone call and the Arsenal captain tried to focus on the drive instead of the turmoil which was inside her.
When the door closed behind Kim, you looked up from the food you were cooking. While the Arsenal players showered and debriefed at the stadium, you had hurried to get home and surprise your housemate with a freshly cooked dinner. âKim? Hi, I started cookingâŠâ, you greeted her.
The football player raised her eyebrows in surprise: âYouâre already here?â
You nodded: âYes, Emily had to go back to her boyfriend who has a bit of a cold. Otherwise we might have gone to a pub. Do you want a drink to celebrate the win?â
âNo, thanks. I usually donât drink after games.â, Kim answered plainly, putting her bag down next to the kitchen table.
You grimaced: âOh, right. Sorry. So water?â
âSure. What are you cooking?â, Kim asked, looking over your shoulder at the food while you poured two glasses of water.
You smiled while handing her one of the glasses: âSome pasta dish. Itâs one of the few things I can cook.â
The football player nodded impressed and smirked slightly: âThatâs more than your sister can cook.â
âThatâs true.â
You both sat down to enjoy your home-cooked meal, talking about the game again even though Kim kept her answers short. You took the empty plates and set them down at the sink: âI guess Iâll let you sleep now.â
âYou donât have to. I canât sleep yet anyway.â, Kim replied to your surprise.
You slowly turned back to her, biting down a nervous smile: âOkay but you know you can just ask me on a date instead of running away and sulking after the match, right?â
Her eyes widened in shock: âWait, what are you talking about?â
âLeah said you were jealous because of Emily and you really donât need to be.â, you shrugged, trying to keep the nonchalance in your voice.
âI wasnât jealous.â, she protested.
You looked back at the dishes in the sink, waiting: âGood.â
âThatâs ridiculous.â
âKimâŠâ, you started but when you looked back to her, she had already bridged the gap between you two and pressed her lips to yours. You gasped into the kiss: âWhat?â
âThat was a mistake. Iâm sorry.â, she sighed, shaking her head in a mix of confusion and guilt.
She wanted to turn away from you but you grabbed her wrist: âNo, please, do it again.â
There was an urgency in your voice that made Kim search for your eyes: âAre you sure?â
âYes.â
âBut⊠okay.â
She kissed you again, more patiently now. This time you could savour the taste of her lips on yours and only then you realized that she had to stand on her tiptoes to reach you. You were so charmed by this that you could not stop yourself from smiling.
As you both pulled away, you could see an uncertainty in Kims eyes. It was definitely not the kiss, you could feel that you both enjoyed it. Another thougth raced through your head: âAm I your first woman? Donât worry, we have time. When is your next free day? Maybe we could go to a restaurant.â
âI have tomorrow off.â, she told you straight away.
A relieved sigh escaped your mouth:â Perfect, with a smirk you continued, also, youâre not a bad kisser, captain.â
âI never said I was.â, Kim laughed, you could tell some weight fell off her shoulders.
âNo just saying.â, you shrugged.
The midfielder put a loose string of hair behind her ear:â Thanks.â
A month later Kim and you had a video call with your sister. The first thing you told her was that you two became a couple. âYou two are dating?! You better take good care of her little sis!â, Jen warned you in a jokingly tone.
âWhat?! Me?!â, you huffed.
Grinning the defender nodded: âYes, you heard me.â
âWow.â, you ran a free hand through your hair.
Meanwhile your girlfriend seemed to have ignored that part of the conversation as she reassured Jen:â Donât worry, Iâm taking good care of your sister.â
âI can already see that.â, your big sister observed amused.
âJen, youâre a terrible big sister.â, you teased her.
âIâm the best big sister.â, she countered quickly.
âSure.â, you rolled your eyes at her.
âStop it you two.â, Kim demanded in her captain voice.
Smiling Jen answered:â No, get used to it, Kimmy. Youâre part of the Beattie family now.â Â
âOh yes.â, you added, while giving the midfielder a kiss on her blushing cheek.
Coming to London to move in with one of your sisterâs oldest friends was one of the best things that could had happen to you.
As for Kim she never knew she could fall for a woman until you came into her life, but the midfielder was very happy to have let her change her mind about that. Turned out you were more than just a little crush.
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IYHM ask replies! (1/3)
đž @daniluvz asked:
I am so happy, I got your book and I am excited it's finally next in my to be read pile!!!!!! I know this is way to soon to ask but will you be making another book? (I had to ask, I know you literally just came out with this one not to long ago, but I love your art and it has inspired me to continue my journey in art and graphic novel) sending all the love and well wishesâŁïžâŁïžâŁïž
wahhh thank you so much!!!! oh my gosh, while it's not a sequel, i AM making another book! i feel like i'm the type to keep big projects close to my chest until the moment i can reveal it to the world, but i have to confess i'm very excited about this one... AH i can't wait!
wishing you well too, i'm so excited for your journey omg!!! sending you all the luck and love in the world!!!!! đđđ
đž @perseusrising asked:
my girlfriend and i read your book together! it was absolutely spectacular! thank you so much for sharing such a beautiful story
oh it makes me so happy when i hear about people reading it together!! especially couples! what a wonderful experience to share. thank you <3
đž @ggwweenn1 asked:
I work at a library and read "If you'll have me" because I saw it in our new book delivery and thought "oh hey I know them from Tumblr" and then immediately was like "ok ok where can I display this prominently so every 16 year old girl can read it!?!?!" xoxo
AHH i only want the best for everyone who works at libraries!! thank you for all your hard work!!! đ€ also OMG YES... i wish that every girl who needs this book may find it... tysm! xoxo!!
đž @elihoneybee asked:
my girlfriend got me iyhm for christmas im so happy thank you for this beautiful book
oh thank you so much!! ;_; i'm always so touched when i hear it's been given as a gift. i think books are such good presents! and giving them is such a sweet gesture <3
đž @mythicalphoenix14 asked:
I recently read your book and wanted to tell you how incredible the art was and the story.
oh my gosh. that means so much! thank you forever â„
đž @animaestr0 asked:
me and my friends went to the bookstore a couple montsb back and i SAW "IF YOU'LL HAVE ME" on the shelf and i straight up screamed and yoinked it because I was late to the iyhm preorder chain and couldn't find it anywhere for a while BUT!!!! I HAVE IT NOWW WOOOOOOOOO
OMG YAYYYYYYY i'm so happy to hear that!!! YIPPEEEEE đđ honestly i should've reblogged the preorder link more but i'm so slow to act and afraid of being annoying đ© i wanna try harder next time!!
đž Anonymous asked:
I saw your sneak peak scene on twitter and i just fell in love with your artstyle in a heartbeat, the colors, your way of setting the scene and i just wanted to tell ya i ordered if you'll have me! ps: i'm from germany! :)
you are so wonderfully sweet oh my gosh! ;0; thank you so much for your kind words!! may it get to you safely~
đž Anonymous asked:
i saw iyhm in a store today! i'm in australia so i was going to buy it online but i was so moved seeing irl :') it's on my bookshelf. congrats on getting published, i'm so excited to read it!
oh my goodness, thank you! SAME every time i see it in a store, my heart skips a beat đ i feel very grateful to have physical copies out in the world, especially with the state of digital media preservation today... thank you again!!
đž @unfortunatelyem asked:
read the iyhm graphic novel in one sitting and almost cried!!! thank you for the foodđ
wahhh thank you so much for reading and enjoying!!!!
đž @dancingcoder28 asked:
Just wanted to tell you that I saw your book in my local library! I am so happy and excited to see it because itâs such a good book, and definitely deserves to be put out there đđđđ
AHHH yessss we love libraries!! omggg thank you so much for this lovely message, that means the world đđđđ
đž Anonymous asked:
HI HELLO i just wanted to let you know that my friends and i went to the big barnes and nobles in NYC recently and i recognized If You'll Have Me on display and ofc i HAD to have it so I picked it up right away and absolutely adored every page of it and thank you sososo much for giving us such a lovely story <33 it made me smile so much !!!!!!!
OMG THANK YOU AHHH!!!!! oh i wanted so much for it to make someone smile!!! T_T my dreams are coming true... i hope it felt like a warm hug <3 <3
đž @cosmonautchan asked:
SAW YOUR BOOK AT MY LOCAL WATERSTONES!!! IT'S SUPER COOL!!!
THANK YOU AHHH HOW WONDERFUL!!! i would love to visit a waterstones someday!!
đž Anonymous asked:
Hiii I'm in the middle of reading IYHM (digital version cuz I don't trust my local post office sorry đ) and it makes me feel so uwu. I'm happy to see wlw works out there (I've read mostly mlm so far). Momo is so relatable it almost hurts, I too overthink absolutely everything. Congratulations on the release!!! Here's to many more! đ đ„
totally understand omg rip đđ but yayyyy i'm so thrilled! the overthinking is so real for me too. also uwu is EXACTLY the feeling i wanted to capture đ the uwus and the doki dokis... i wish i had even more time to show the girls being cute and fluffy with each other! maybe next time hehe. thank you so much!!!
đž @hyper0bject asked:
heyyy i just got a copy of IYHM in! excited to read it, been following the mini comics for a bit now and pulled the trigger on it a couple days ago :) even just looking it over it looks super quality, print and heft! thanks!
ahh i'm so happy to hear that! thank you so much!! i'm still so pleased with how the physical copies turned out. i like paperbacks because of how they feel to hold, but i was amazed to find out the hardback has the art printed right onto the cover! i totally wasn't expecting it. ty again! :>
đž Anonymous asked:
I just wanted to let you know I remember seeing art of momo and PG when I was in seventh grade (the "you're the cute one" art) and today I saw them on the cover of a book at my library and I almost couldn't believe it!!! I finished it within that same afternoon, and I gotta say I'm so happy you were able to publish these girls. I love them to bits. keep up the amazing work!!!
omg it's been so long since i drew that!! it's amazing that you remembered them and that they came back to you like this!!! thank you so much aw... this is so incredibly sweet... i wish i had more words to say thank you <33
đž @lemonbaristas asked:
Happy book birthday!!! đ
thank you so much!!! đ„șđ
part 2 is on its way~
#iyhm#replies#lemonbaristas#cosmonautchan#hyper0bject#dancingcoder28#unfortunatelyem#animaestr0#mythicalphoenix14#elihoneybee#ggwweenn1#perseusrising#daniluvz#anon
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Hey ozz!!
Finally got around to doing the ask!
Hope you feel well currently!
This is my ask for the October event! Tho you can do whatever you want with this as I don't mind!
It's the ghost I was talking about the last couple weeks lol it's one of the most common one in my culture, there's another one in the works but I'll send it tmr, (hint: witch darling and bodyguard monster)
Langsir are ghosts/vampires that come from Malay folklore and are usually women that died in childbirth or while in the 40 days of uncleanliness of the pregnancy (tbh I'm not even sure) or a mother that had a heart attack and died at the news of the baby being a stillborn. They won't transform into the vampire until they're given proper burial rights to make sure they don't comeback for the dead
They feed on human blood and prefers blood from guys and male babies specifically
They look like pretty woman with ankle length hair, extremely long nails and wear a green robe. They have a scent of plumeria flowers and sometimes have the ability to transform into an owl in some legends
They have a hole in the back of their neck and if you stuck an iron nail into it, the vampire will turn into a normal beautiful human who will be a great wife! Because of this weakness, you can ward them off with sharp items (main reason why people tell you to hide knives into the baby's crib and stuff)
Anyways enough info and onto the prompt:
Darling is already married to the yandere and suddenly she died in childbirth. but alas, her dear yandere decided to get her back by not giving her the proper burial! Even then the yandere has already prepared with the nails to keep ghost darling trapped forever to his side!
Til ̶N̶o̶t̶ ̶e̶v̶e̶n̶ death do us part lol!
That's all!!! It's nice to join the event and maybe later I'll do my own posts for it once I have the time!
(can I take đș anon or đȘș anon?)
Thank you for the lovely story, I had waited to pair it with my other ghost entry for a themed day haha. content: female reader, ghost reader, death, captivity
Yandere!Husband did not take the news of your death well. It was to be expected, of course, and everyone smiled pitifully at the grieving spouse. They didn't question it when he requested a private burial. They didn't doubt that it was for the best when he packed up and left without a warning.
At first, you thought this was some sort of purgatory. You knew you had died, yet you didn't think you'd find yourself back home. Then you found the sigils, the books, the cursed nails.
He trapped your soul here.
"You gave me the scare of my lifetime," your husband exclaims, entering the room with a joyful smile.
The tears have dried, and the eyes are narrowed in an eerie kind of happiness you don't recognize.
"I should be dead," you mumble hesitantly.
"According to whom?" he questions, tilting his head innocently. "You know, I'm a little hurt you don't remember our vows.
I promised I'd always be your husband, have I not?"
He kneels before you, taking a moment to observe your features.
"Did you think I'd allow anything to defile my meaning of 'always'? You're mine. And nothing will ever change that."
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be sweet
prince!hoshi x princess!reader (svthub garden collab)
word count: 18.7k
warnings: arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, modern royalty au, family issues, descriptions of food, unprotected sex
tag list (only svthub members since Iâm revamping my tag list): @bitchlessdino @wondernus @idyllic-ghost @strawberryya @junkissed
notes: oh my god I finally have another fic out!! this one was truly a labor of love, thank you to all the svthub members that beta read any part of this story. this fic is for the @svthub garden collab and I am extremely grateful for the networkâs help with this story <3 Iâm very happy that this aligned with hoshiâs birthday! and a big big thank you to my beloved @wondernus for making this amazing header for me!!! as always, I hope yâall enjoy this and please leave feedback through reblogs !!!! and the title is based off the amazing song be sweet by japanese breakfast, listen along to it if youâd like!
The dayâs events shouldnât have felt so taxing, yet they were. There were only a few meetings you had to sit in on, both not requiring full participation. That sounded easy enough for you to handle, you were used to the rigor of royal meetings for years now.
It was easy enough to brush off any requests with a short comment of approval or neutrality, never expressing a thought of negativity unless the guest was close to your family.
You didnât pull the princess card very often, especially since your meetings mainly consisted of fellow royals who knew the pressure of the job, but today felt different.
Maybe it was the dull pressure that resided in your head, making it hard to focus on the topics at hand. You curse yourself for not taking some kind of headache relief earlier, but now it has lodged itself in the middle of your brain.
You almost work up the nerve to speak up, but your aide beats you to it.
âPrincess,â you feel a hand on your shoulder, âthere's an urgent matter. We should leave immediately.â Her hushed tone makes your heart clench.
You could only hope no one in your family was hurt. You silently nod and clear your throat, bringing attention to yourself.
âIâm so sorry, but something urgent came up. I have to go, but please make sure to send me any notes and Iâll be sure to review them before we meet again,â You offer the room a small smile, enough to garner empathetic nods from the room.
You let out a shaky breath and stand from your seat, your aide trailing slightly behind your side as you both exit the room in silence.
âWhatâs going on?â You ask hesitantly.
âSomeone has requested a private meeting with you, they asked to keep their identity a secret. Everyone in the family is okay, donât worry,â The aide turns her head slightly to make sure she can see your response.
You canât help but ask about your family first, itâs the only thought you have as the only child.
If someoneâs passed on, youâre stepping up to handle the situation, and the emergency plans start to kick into high gear.
Luckily, that nightmare can remain at rest.
âOkay,â you nod slowly, trying to process who could want a private meeting with you.
Is an elder statesman concerned about his country? An estranged family member asking for a favor? It really could be anything or anyone.
You both keep a consistent pace through the cavernous halls of the royal estate, your footsteps echoing loudly with each step. You soon arrive at one of many conference rooms, and youâre surprised to see your aide face her back towards the door, she steps aside to let you walk in.
âIâll be out here if you need anything, lest it escalates to that point,â She raises her eyebrows at you before looking away. That wasnât a reassuring sign.
You brace yourself before going inside, but nothing seems to prepare you for whoâs waiting.
âHi, lovely.â Kwon Soonyoung smiles at you in a menacingly sweet kind of way, it makes your blood boil.
Heâs dressed much nicer than youâre used to seeing him, heâs the type to wear baggy clothes that swallow him whole. In contrast, today he wears a crisp button-down with black slacks, his suit coat nowhere to be found. His signature designer sneakers are exchanged for loafers instead. Thereâs no logical reason why he could be here, considering his own busy schedule as a prince.
Soonyoung isnât flying in for a private conversation just for the hell of it.
âWhy are you here?â Your tone is resolute, not allowing for even an inch of resistance.
âThatâs what we need to talk about. Weâre getting married,â He lifts the corner of his mouth.
You let out a laugh that is nowhere near polite, in fact, youâre nearly cackling at the prospect of this idea. Itâs simply so outlandish, so fantastical that every time you look at his face it seems more unfathomable.
Most princesses knew to let each other know that if they were charmed by him, Soonyoung was ultimately not marriage material. If anything, he was determined to make himself the least suitable husband possible.
He was the typical sweet boy turned party animal, spending most nights abroad drinking his days away with a new girl in his bed every night. He does show up to the occasional political obligation, but only when his team forces him to. Thatâs one reason why he bothers you so much, he has such little duty to his native country of Aranorin and the people in it that everyone else has to make him care about it.
âYouâre joking, thereâs no fucking way,â Your body vibrates from laughter, but you slowly come to your senses once you see heâs not cracking another joke.
âIâm not joking, Iâm here to start our courtship.â His serious tone makes you start to consider the gravity of the situation.
âHold on, so you think you can just come into Maritria, coming from god knows where,â You make a broad gesture toward him before continuing, âto formally start our relationship. Thatâs what youâre saying,â You cross your arms, returning to your originally defensive stance.
âYes, this isnât just coming out of thin air. This has been in the works for a few months now,â He raises his eyebrows to punctuate the timeline. It just makes you even more confused. Why wouldnât anyone tell you about this?
âWhat do you mean?â You question.
He braces himself one last time. âIâve been speaking to the king and queen about arranging our marriage for two months,â You almost think his face goes slightly sympathetic at his admission, but thatâs wishful thinking.
Regardless, itâs a blow to your ego.
How could they not tell you? How could they so easily shift the responsibility onto him without saying a word?
It would be one thing if they were still considering other men, but to know the talks were final, that Kwon Soonyoung was your future husband whether you liked it or not, was a devastating realization.
âThis is unbelievable.â You let out a shaky whisper, youâre so rattled that you force yourself to sit down and close your eyes, willing yourself to take a deep breath.
You open your eyes to see him hovering near you, clearly a stifled attempt to try and comfort you. Yet, heâs the least comforting person youâve ever known.
âI donât want to do this either. Youâre definitely not my first choice for a wife.â He scoffs at the possibility that he could ever choose you without incentive.
âYeah, clearly. Youâd rather want a girl who would kiss your ass every day instead of being honest with you.â You retort.
The gossip that flitted between young royals all but confirmed your suspicion that he dumped any girl that tried to make a long-term connection with him. It was fine if he didnât want to get married. Not all royals are meant for it, and he didnât have as much pressure to marry off as the youngest child. He could get away with being a lifetime bachelor, but choosing that lifestyle wasnât worth hurting other people in the process.
âAw, is lifetime celibacy boring you that much to the point where youâre worried about the girls I sleep with?â He cracks a smile that you match with a forced laugh.
âNo, I just think you dump them as soon as they realize how small your dick is.â You smile through your response, causing him to form his arms together.
âYouâre so lucky now that weâre together, you can finally stop waiting for those nice guys who donât have a personality to sweep you up,â His condescending tone makes you frustrated but not deterred from bantering completely.
âSo I can end up dating one of your dickhead friends instead? Absolutely not,â You shake your head knowing how insufferable most of his friends are. Soonyoung just happened to be the worst of them.
âAll jokes aside, I know youâre perfectly aware of why weâre getting married. I donât have to look at the news to know things are bleak,â His straightforward approach forces you to swallow the lump in your throat.
You knew the countryâs finances were not great.
You didnât want or need to see the exact numbers, especially if it makes your day-to-day duties labored with worry. Although many political teams insist that princesses have no business in the logistical affairs of running a country, it meant everything to you to know how your country was faring in the world. Maritria already maintained a longstanding connection with Aranorin that gave your country some freedom to pursue other lucrative opportunities, but it dawned on you that it wasnât enough.
âIâm doing this for my country, not out of some pathetic excuse you may have to avoid self-reflection. You can just get married to me and stop pretending to be a good person, right?â You ask bitingly.
âWe both know I stopped pretending a long time ago. Marrying the nationâs sweetheart is just a bonus,â He smirks unapologetically, you donât like the way the nickname sits on his tongue as if itâs his own.
âIs there anything else you want? I need to get back to work,â You stand up from your seat, trying not to look back at the door while you plot your escape. It was hard enough not to completely explode at him, and you needed to redirect your energy elsewhere.
âThere is, I got you something,â He retrieves a small velvet box from his pocket. âItâs not an engagement ring, but just consider it a courtship gift.â
You open the box and lightly examine the ring. You know itâs far too expensive than most of the jewelry youâve ever worn. Your family was wealthy, but Soonyoungâs family had the kind of money that you didnât need to plan so carefully around. However, you donât want to seem so easily impressed.
âItâs fine. When are you planning on proposing?â You brush him off easily.
âThat ruins the surprise.â He smiles at you yet your face remains stoic.
âIâll get your number from someone else, I donât want to drag this out anymore.â You stuff the box in your dress pocket and start to make your way toward the exit.
âItâs been horrible to see you again, Your Royal Highness.â His stiffly formal greeting makes you turn around to face him.
You squint your eyes. âDonât do that.â
âWhat?â
âThe Royal Highness thing,â You point at yourself before continuing, âIâm not gonna say Your Royal Highness every time weâre in private. Donât start giving a shit now.â
âFine. Bye, darling.â He quips.
Your face contorts into disgust before you can stop yourself. âYouâre not gonna make that my mandated wife nickname.â
âYou donât get to choose the nickname I give you, honey.â He approaches you and pinches your cheek before speaking, âBesides, itâll be fun to try to figure out how to mask my hate for you in public.â
You cringe at his touches, but you straighten up immediately.
âLikewise,â You offer a tight-lipped smile before finally leaving the room.
You close the door behind you and take the breath you didnât know you were holding in.
âCan you clear my schedule for the rest of the day? I need time to deal with this,â You finally look at your aide with an expectant glance.
âYes, of course, princess.â She immediately grabs her phone to send notices to those involved. You canât even remember who you were meant to see for the rest of the day. Your mind simply wanders to your parents, the next targets of your rage.
âIâm gonna go home. I donât want to see anyone unless itâs my parents. Or him, not that I want him around anyways,â You roll your eyes at the thought of having to voluntarily communicate with him on a regular basis.
âSounds good. I have his phone number, if youâd like it.â She offers.
âOk,â You agree and quickly input his phone number. As you type in a contact name, youâre not sure what to call him.
Soonyoung is far too casual, it doesnât feel comfortable yet. Youâre absolutely not calling him by his title, not by a long shot.
The romantic pet names similar to the ones he used with you were not earned, so it left you stumped.
You settle on âheadache,â because the ache in your temple is still there, bothering you immensely and now heâs adding to it.
Youâre just lucky that you didnât end up shouting at each other this time.
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As if they could read your mind, your parents call you in for an emergency meeting before you can make it home. That pent-up rage is starting to make its way out before you even see them, it shows in the way you stomp to your fatherâs main office, marching far ahead of your aide.
You open the door without knocking, a major sign that youâre not looking forward to the discussion.
Your father gives you a warning look, but youâre not bothered by it. The staff turns their attention toward your bold entrance, immediately preparing themselves to leave.
Your father is sitting in his velvet study chair, poised as always. Your mother stands behind your father, idly leaning her weight against the back wall.
Her demeanor is not as composed, as if she knows youâre about to raise hell.
âWeâd like a private meeting, thank you,â He gives a pained smile to the staff and they all file out silently. You watch them with a fiery gaze, waiting for the last person to close the door behind you.
When the door finally shuts, you whip your gaze to face them again.
âSoonyoung? Are you kidding me?â You exclaim.
âY/N, please,â Your mother tries to intercept, but youâre faster than that.
âActually, Iâd like to know exactly why I was left out of the conversation about me having an arranged marriage, to begin with,â You cross your arms and lean back in your chair, preparing yourself for a bullshit excuse.
âWell, we were anticipating this kind of reaction,â he gestures at you in disapproval, âyou werenât meant to be involved in these discussions in the first place.â He speaks to you so patronizingly that it almost catches you off guard.
âSo you can just decide that Iâm getting married on a whim, just like that.â You snap your fingers impatiently.
âYou know how the country is currently faring, you knew marriage could possibly be an option for financial security almost a year ago. Please donât act like this is some affront to you,â Your father slowly raises his voice, fists slowly clenching as he elaborates.
âYes, but you didnât tell me things were this bad. You didnât tell me that you had tried everything else. Hell, you didnât even tell me that you were starting discussions about marriage!â You were trying your best to keep your voice even, but the defeat was starting to show through.
âWe ultimately thought leaving you in the dark was best, but we miscalculated.â Your mother tries to cover for your fatherâs stern approach. You scoff, turning away for a moment before continuing.
Miscalculated is an understatement. You were devastated.
Your father seems to be annoyed that you were showing this much emotion while your mother seems ashamed that the situation has escalated this far. Their conflicting expressions just made you feel even worse, knowing that they couldnât act as a united front. You wished that it was either complete anger or support from both of them.
âSoonyoung. You canât possibly tell me he was the only option,â You turn back to them with glossy eyes.
âSweetheart, you know Arinorin is one of our most important allies. Soonyoung would have always been an option. Even if there were better options, we couldnât ignore him.â Her comforting tone does little to comfort you at the moment.
A tear finally falls onto your cheek. Her words hurt because she was right. Even if there was a perfect prince waiting for you out there, he wasnât the prince of Arinorin.
âHe hates me, you donât see how much he hates me.â You shake your head and cover your face with your hands. Youâre fully sobbing into your hands and it leaves your parents speechless. You know theyâre looking at you with full judgment, but it didnât matter.
âYouâre giving your only daughter away to a man who despises her.â You seethe through your tears.
âHe hasnât given us any reason not to trust him.â Your father speaks up again and it breaks you down even further. He has that immovable stare on his face that signals his word is final.
You compose yourself before speaking again.
âWhen we get a divorce, itâll be your fault.â You lift your hand to your cheeks, wiping away any stray tears left on your face.
âYouâre being ridiculous, youâre saying that you wonât even try for your country?â Your father shifts in his seat, it seems like he wants to jump up and fully lecture you but it wonât happen.
You finally snap. âI have tried for this country! Every day, I have shown both of you what Iâm capable of as a future queen, not asking you for anything. Now, the one part of my life where I should have control, choosing the person Iâm married to, I have none.â By the time you finish speaking, your tears are gone by sheer will. Your eyes burn with the familiar sting of fatigue mixed with anger bubbling over the surface.
âIâm sorry, dear.â You see your mother wipe a tear of her own. You were grateful that she saw through you, at least at this moment. It was a quiet show of support that you needed amongst all these difficult feelings.
You put your head in your hands for a moment before looking up at them. âIâm going home and someone will send me the things I need to wrap my head around this entire situation.â Your tone is far more measured compared to before.
Before you can hurt your own feelings by hearing them out, you decide to make your exit. Youâre nearly out of the door before you turn around again, letting go of the doorknob.
âIâll always remember that he told me first instead of you.â With that, you leave without looking back at their expressions.
Hopefully, itâll hurt like hell for them to hear it.
You ignore the staff members that were peering near the door, eagerly waiting to see who would break first. Youâre sure that it looks dramatic, but you were far too concerned with your own feelings before anyone elseâs.
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Once you made it home, you were attempting to forget the stress of the day and it was going relatively well. You were able to catch up on a TV show youâd been forgetting to watch, and finally remembering to do self-care tasks that were left unattended due to your work.
Now, youâre taking a bubble bath with no intention of opening your eyes anytime soon. You needed to just sit, you didnât have much time to do that most days.
The water is still fairly hot, enough to where you can sink down and continue to salvage any remaining calmness you mightâve had left.
Thus, your vibrating phone didnât exactly make you feel at ease. You hope that it wasnât one of your parents, considering your conversation didnât have a clean finish. Any of their apologies would be falling on stubborn ears.
You glance at your lock screen and if anything, itâs worse.
Itâs him. You pick up the phone with an anxious hand and press the accept button.
âWhat do you want?â You snap at him.
âYou actually picked up!â He notes with a hint of surprise.
âTrust me, I didnât want to.â You shift uncomfortably in the bathtub, the sloshing water calling you out immediately.
âIs that water? What are you doing?â His curious nature already annoys you, so itâll be easier to dodge the question.
âNone of your business.â Your free hand cups the remaining bubbles in the bath.
âOh my god, is the princess naked on the phone with me?â He sounds far too pleased with himself. You can practically hear his shit-eating grin in the way he replies.
âYouâre a horny little freak who hasnât told me why heâs called yet.â You force yourself to sit up now that the relaxation in your body is quickly dissipating.
âRight. Weâre doing intimacy coordination tomorrow. I figured you didnât look at that schedule they gave you.â
âShit.â You sigh just out of earshot.
Intimacy coordination isnât common at all with arranged royal marriages. If a couple looked like they had never met before in their life, it was typically on them for not being more convincing. Yet, the number of public events you two have to be involved in over the foreseeable future warranted different circumstances. If you couldnât look head over heels for each other at the wedding, it was going to spell trouble for both countries.
âIâm only in town until tomorrow night, so I donât have to look at your face for much longer than that,â You sigh at his response, knowing that heâs not one to hold back with you.
âI wish you could leave sooner, maybe I could actually enjoy not seeing you even more than I already do.â You reach to open the drain.
âJust practicing my future husband duties by stressing you out, love,â You can practically hear his smile through the phone.
âThat one isnât bad, actually,â Your thoughts trail off once you hear it, but he brings you back to reality almost immediately.
âSo thatâs definitely not what Iâm gonna call you.â
âIâm hanging up.â Your waning patience with him has officially run out and youâre itching to move on with your night.
âBye, honey!â Heâs laughing uncontrollably through the response and it makes your blood boil. Itâs clear that this is already a joke to him.
âFuck off,â You hang up before you have to listen to his laughter any longer. You put your head in your hands and let out a muffled scream.
He already wanted to make this courtship as excruciating as possible.
You finally stand up from the bath and wrap a warm towel around your body, staring at your reflection in the mirror.
Luckily, your parents did listen to your request and a massive document of schedules and timelines of your relationship with Soonyoung appeared in your email inbox.
You had only skimmed the schedule before Soonyoung called you, you stopped looking at it before it stressed you out beyond repair.
According to the timeline your parents created in accordance with his team, you were supposed to have been dating for 11 months at this point.
You canât possibly imagine putting up a front for 11 months, but then again, you would have to pretend for the rest of your life.
That thought haunts you through the rest of your night routine.
How do you carve your life around Soonyoung when heâs creeping his way into everything?
How do you find peace when youâre with someone whoâs determined to misunderstand you?
These questions have you wiping your tears as you attempt to fall asleep that night.
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To your dismay, the intimacy training was first thing in the morning.
You were barely conscious, but somehow you arrived early with a slightly cloudy mentality and an overall dread for the next 2 hours.
You were the first of the three, besides your personal staff members, to arrive at the dance studio. You figured the space was far too big for what you were working through today, but you forego criticism to admire the room.
Admittedly, you didnât go into many of the creative spaces throughout the palace because you werenât a creative type. The arts were simply something you admired from afar, you didnât have the talent even as a child to pursue these things seriously.
This apparently needed to be remedied as you notice the sweeping mirrors around the perimeter of the room. The hardwood floors were practically shining underneath your feet. Youâre sure that whoever used the room was sure to enjoy themselves.
Youâre admiring yourself in the mirror when you catch Soonyoung entering the room. He quietly greets the staff, giving short bows to everyone in sight.
Itâs the only time youâve seen him act with a royal demeanor, even in his casual workout clothes itâs a bit surprising to see him this way.
He makes his way over to you with a smile on his face.
âYouâre early.â He eyes you up and down.
âUnfortunately, yes. You look.. comfortable.â You donât mean to raise your voice up another octave, but you were just barely attempting niceties.
âSo do you, you actually donât look like you're trying too hard for once.â He leans against the mirror and gives you another judgmental look.
âItâs far too early in the morning to play this game, Kwon Soonyoung. Donât get your feelings hurt.â You close your eyes before you get too angry, a slight change of pace from your typical interactions with him.
âItâs fine. Iâm sure youâll be more awkward considering youâve only had two boyfriends, one who looked like he was your son.â He stifled a giggle.
âChan was so sweet.â You pouted at the thought of your teenage boyfriend. He really was kind, probably the perfect first boyfriend that you could ask for. You remember how much he cried when you broke up with him. You just werenât the same person you were when you started dating him at 16, so you needed the space to grow apart.
Unfortunately, Soonyoung was right about the mom thing.
âItâs not my fault I had a growth spurt and the stylists kept dressing me like a divorce lawyer.â You insisted.
You recalled how harsh the style blogs were on you back then, many claimed that youâd never find your own personal style as long as other people kept dressing you older than you actually were. Unfortunately, they were also right. You live and learn though.
However, you didnât even want to think about your second boyfriend.
âIâm just saying good chemistry doesnât come naturally to all of us, itâs okay to ask for help.â His faux concern was especially irritating.
You werenât that awkward with men, were you?
You didnât have much time to consider an answer before a young woman walked into the studio.
âHi, itâs nice to meet you both! My name is Elise and Iâll be leading you both through training today.â She offers her hand out to you for a handshake and you accept with a smile. She does the same to Soonyoung and moves toward the mirror.
âSo, how long have you known each other?â She dives right into discussions with the question.
âAround 15 years or so?â The number that came out of your mouth was definitely a rough estimate, but it sounded about right.
You vaguely remember being introduced to Soonyoung and his older siblings at a fancy state dinner as a child. He was far less mischievous then, a bit timid around everyone except his family. Since then, youâve ran into each other regularly due to the relationship between your parents. They were far closer to each other than you were with him and his siblings, so the situation feels a bit ironic now.
âOkay, but Iâm assuming you havenât been in contact very often?â She clarifies.
âNot at all.â He chimes in.
âRight, so weâve got our work cut out for us then. Today isnât gonna be too complicated, youâre just gonna be trying some physical activities to see how natural that looks.â Elise smiles in order to lighten the mood, but youâre certain it wonât work out.
âSo, what are we gonna practice, hugging?â He scoffs, and youâre certain that he thinks this is all bullshit. You werenât happy about it either, but keeping up appearances was the most important part of this.
âYes, I know that sounds weird, but I promise itâll pay off,â Elise continues to offer reassuring statements, but heâs not convinced and frankly, neither are you. You exchange a glance with him and decide to take the lead as the awkwardness continues to sit in the air.
âSo where should we start?â You ask out of a mix of curiosity and dread.
âLetâs just have you both hold hands.â
Soonyoung extends a hand out to you with a smirk on his face. Youâd rather slap him, but youâd think it would leave Elise traumatized.
You take his hand a bit too forcefully and adjust yourself within his hold. By glancing at the two of you in the mirror, you notice two things.
First, his hands are warm, a bit too warm for this moment.
Secondly, his thumb is absentmindedly brushing against the back of your hand. You canât call attention to it or else itâll stop, and you decide in the moment that itâs too relaxing. He probably doesnât even notice that heâs doing something so romantic, that little bastard.
âOkay, so how does that feel?â Elise asks.
âFine.â The reply forces itself out of your mouth.
âItâs fine.â He agrees with a nod of his head. He also peers at the both of you in the mirror with a slight curiosity, his head tilting slightly.
âWe do look good together, though.â He murmurs to himself. Youâre not sure if itâs the arrogance peeking through and he only believes you look good while heâs with you, but maybe for a second, you can see what heâs talking about.
âGood, and whatâs a small physical gesture you can do to make each other feel at ease?â Eliseâs question causes you to look up at him.
This feels unnecessary since Soonyoung is not a nervous person. No matter what, his particularly frustrating charm and gregarious personality never allow any anxiety to show to others.
âI can just do this.â He calls attention to the thumb thing and that puts you on the spot.
He seems incapable of needing comfort. Itâs one of the things that keeps a silent distance between the two of you. You believe that he remains emotionally stunted in order to navigate his world a bit easier.
He can let the girls who want something more from him down easy, and they donât realize how bad it really felt to be pushed away until they never see him again.
You didnât want to end up in that position.
âI donât know.â You let your mind wander for a moment.
Yet, he was bold. He was always decisive in what he wanted, never caring about what his actions made him look like if it was for better or worse.
You figured that you should be bold too.
You intertwine your fingers deeper into his grasp and pull his hand to your lips, leaving a small peck on the back of his hand.
His eyes widened immediately. âThatâs quite forward, princess.â
âI needed to one-up you,â You answer nonchalantly, but you donât miss the slight spark in his eyes. It was unexpected, and you were always going by the book.
Elise ignores your conversation and continues her questioning. âSo I assume you both will be interested in PDA?â
âTo a certain extent, I don't see why not.â You pull back slightly into your reserved nature, but he runs with it.
âYes, weâre supposed to be a more open and progressive couple to represent a new generation of royals, so it would be nice to be a bit bolder,â He nods decisively along with his response.
You didnât really think about the relationship like that until he mentioned it. While you were attuned to a certain sense of responsibility as the singular face of your countryâs new generation of leadership, it was known that you fought back against regressive norms brought up in your daily work.
Why not lean into something new when the image of your respective countries so desperately needed a refresh?
âThatâs good to know. I know you both have different styles, but I think there are ways we can meet in the middle here.â Elise notes.
That statement proves to be true for the rest of your session. Elise leads you both through hugging and slightly provocative gestures that make you want to crawl out of your skin, but you both fumble your way through it.
Soonyoung seems insistent on embarrassing you with more revealing gestures while yours are relatively contained. Heâs being a bit too playful for your liking, but it helps you understand his personality a bit more.
You decide that you want a moment to speak with him before he flies back home later that evening, excusing Elise and the remaining staff to leave you both in the studio.
âWhen do we see each other again?â You ask.
âYouâre a bit too eager, arenât you darling?â He smirks at you, and you lose the slight bit of faith you had instilled in him before.
âShut up, Iâm just trying to remember this stupid schedule.â You grumble. You resort to pulling out your phone instead, quickly finding the most up-to-date iteration of the relationship timeline in your email inbox.
âIâll be in Arinorin in a few weeks to meet your parents,â Your brain works through the schedule quickly, scanning the information fast enough to say it out loud.
âOh shit.â He mutters under his breath.
Oh shit was right. You havenât had a proper conversation with the king and queen since you were a teenager. It was typical family friend fare, asking how your studies were going, if your hobbies were still things you enjoyed and a faint interest in any other topics that you happened to bring up.
Since then, there were only brief interactions in passing that were fairly positive. They mustâve thought quite well of you if they agreed to have their youngest son marry you, but that was something youâd have to inquire about with them.
âAnd to go on a date with you,â You mumbled.
Thatâs what really rattled you. It wouldnât be real until no one else was around to direct and stage your romance, it was up to the both of you to make it happen.
âRight, Iâll get to choose what we get up to.â You can tell that his brain is creating a vision that will be less than satisfactory, and you canât fight the urge to attempt to gain control.
âWe arenât going on your yacht, are we? I think youâve broken enough hearts there.â You tease him.
âVery funny, and no, weâre not going on the boat⊠anymore.â He admits with an eye roll.
âSee! I knew you were gonna take me there!â You interject, letting out the laugh that had been sitting in your chest for a minute or so.
âIâm never anybodyâs boyfriend, cut me some slack,â He says it as if itâd get him off the hook for being mentally checked out during this process.
That much was obvious from the lack of planning, but youâd have to give him some space to try and impress you.
âYeah, thatâs pretty clear. I know long-term planning isnât your strength.â You bite back and he brushes it off easily.
âGet all your jokes out now, but Iâm gonna impress you. Mark my words,â He points at you while heading towards the door.
âWeâll see about that, loverboy,â You check your phone absentmindedly while he sees himself out.
âIs that my nickname?â He pokes his head back into the door with an excited tone.
âBye, Soonyoung,â You grit your teeth into a smile and watch him reluctantly leave the room.
You can only hope your future in-laws arenât as insufferable as him.
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A few weeks later, the trip to Arinorin has arrived and all of its possible consequences are driving you up a wall. The culmination of meeting with your future in-laws, the date with Soonyoung, and the idea of being perceived as his partner outside of your home country are all slightly nauseating.
At first, it was just fun and games, but now, as the plane lands, the tension settles beneath your skin. Soonyoung was supposed to be picking you up, but you didnât have much faith in that happening.
You barely remembered to grab the ring he gifted you so you could wear it while you were in town, simply as a reminder that this was all happening.
You exit the plane with your luggage in tow, only for Soonyoung to be waiting on the tarmac. Heâs accompanied by a large black SUV that is clearly not his personal car, but his stance is trying to convince you that it is.
âHi, princess.â He calls out with a wave of his hand.
âWhen are you gonna actually call me by my name?â You approach him with squinted eyes, your vision steadily adjusting to the early afternoon sun.
âWhen this feels less awkward, so give or take a few years,â He jokes.
âNot funny,â You gesture to him to take your luggage, and he catches the hint once you look at him again. You donât want to shoulder smaller tasks onto his staff, you wanted to see how he would handle these things instead.
âHow was the flight?â He calls out to you again, you hear the trunk slam shut and he comes into view again to anticipate your answer.
âIt was alright, Iâm just tired.â You rub at your temples to punctuate the feeling.
âHopefully your room will be good enough,â He sounds somewhat considerate while opening the door for you. It feels wrong.
You slide into the back row with him following behind you. He shuts the door and his driver promptly begins the drive to the palace.
âAre you nervous about the trip? My parents arenât exactly as kind as yours,â Soonyoung chuckles.
You let out a deep sigh. You wouldnât call them kind considering the circumstances, in fact, youâre barely on speaking terms with them outside of public obligations.
Was it petty? Yes.
Was it also justified? Yes.
You figured that icing them out for a while would help them come to their senses. If worst comes to worst, maybe it could help you gain further control over the wedding.
Nevertheless, you were still upset with them.
âTheyâre really not that great, and Iâd say that Iâm pretty good with parents,â You avoid his glance to look out the window instead, taking in the sights of the country.
You donât have many memories of Arinorin. Many of them were informed by meetings that you couldnât even remember anymore.
âYouâre right. The nationâs sweetheart can charm anyone. Plus itâll give me time to think about what weâre gonna do on the date,â He affirms with a nod of his head.
âGod, donât remind me. If Iâm lucky, weâll be meeting at a strip club.â You roll your eyes.
âYou really have no faith in me!â He pouts. You donât give into him though.
âIt's hard enough just being in a car with you.â
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Soonyoung doesnât ever have to think about first dates.
In fact, he doesnât think heâs been on a proper first date since he was a teenager. Even then, it was low stakes. He could just pick something random for him and another girl to do, and it would be completely inconsequential to his life.
Now, impressing his future wife with an incredible first date feels monumental. He barely knew anything about you besides that goody two shoes personality of yours. It seemed like everyone was suddenly obsessed with you and he was the last to know.
He decides that a midday picnic is inoffensive enough for the both of you to enjoy. If either of you were miserable with each other, there would at least be good food to distract from it. The sunny weather was already on his side, now he just had to charm you.
You waved slightly as you approached his picnic blanket, stopping before your feet could cover the edge of the blanket.
âWow, this is a lot,â Your eyes landed on the assortment of food spread across the blanket. There was a spread of fruit, snacks, and sandwiches for the two of you to eat together. Soonyoung knew he didnât completely fuck up by the way you nodded, but you werenât exactly jumping to praise him in general.
âI donât get a hello?â He attempts a greeting but it falls flat.
You roll your eyes. âHi, Soonyoung,â You state halfheartedly, crossing your arms in protest.
âHi. Does the food look alright?â He takes off his sunglasses and fixes his gaze on you.
âYeah, I figured youâd be inept at setting up a date, so itâs surpassed my expectations already,â You give him a tight-lipped smile before sitting on the blanket. He attempts to ignore the way your dress hikes up slightly to expose your thigh. The sundress that youâre wearing seems to expose every detail of your body that heâs neglected to look at, but he snaps back into focus when he hears you clear your throat.
Once you both start eating, itâs clear how little you have in common with each other. Sure, he figured itâd be a little difficult to get to know you, but the lingering silence doesnât exactly make him eager to strike up a conversation.
âHow do you feel about all this?â You ask suddenly. It catches him so off guard that he chokes on the piece of fruit he was chewing.
He coughs, raising the attention of the nearby guards. You turn to them, giving a signal that heâs okay before turning around. âDamn, I didnât think the question was that bad,â You laugh sadly.
âNo, itâs fine. I just didnât expect it.â He waves off any suspicion.
He takes a deep breath. âI mean, Iâm not thrilled. I know the economic aspect of this is the most important thing, but my parents are practically dying to marry me off,â He reaches for a bottle of wine, grabbing a nearby glass before pouring himself something to drink.
âSo Iâm not the first?â You ask.
âAbsolutely not,â He snickers. This relationship would mark the 5th time his parents have tried to set him up with a fellow royal. He has managed to sabotage all previous attempts on account of pissing his parents off.
The girls they set him up with were nice enough, but he had no chemistry with any of them. He felt like sparing them from a relationship full of misery by ruining it before it even started.
âSo your parents figured you wouldnât want to escape a marriage instead of just dating?â You attempt to clarify.
âBingo,â He sips his wine before handing you the bottle.
âSo, does that mean youâre gonna try to escape this?â You accept it and pour yourself a fuller glass, immediately taking a sip after asking the question.
âI think youâd be pretty fucked if I tried to do that. Iâm not that much of an asshole,â He shakes his head and laughs it off. Since being hated by his parents was bad enough, Soonyoung didnât want to become the center of an emerging geopolitical crisis.
It would fuck everyone over, especially you. He could at least admit to himself that you didnât deserve that.
âThatâs nice, I guess,â You smile halfheartedly at him.
âDonât say I never did anything for you.â He speaks in an unusually flat tone before turning away to face the view of sprawling hills and seemingly endless mountaintops. The sight of the burgeoning nature surrounding the houses below him brought a sense of peace.
Before you asked, he hadn't given the entire arranged marriage process much thought. Sure, he knew that youâd be getting married relatively soon, but he had no idea how to present himself as a good partner. He didnât exactly know how to move forward knowing that everyone expected him to fail.
âYou really are a dickhead,â You mumble.
âYouâre not exactly sweet as pie either. Everyone loves you, but youâre fucking miserable to be around.â He responds in a piercing tone.
âWell, if you get to be a cunt, then so should I. Itâs not like Iâm getting anything out of this,â You shoot back.
You were definitely worse off as an only child. Sure, he was the black sheep of the family, but he could get away with plenty of things as the youngest. His siblings were off impressing the world by ruling the country, getting PhDs, having a shit ton of kids, and generally being upstanding citizens.
However, it didnât make sense for him to try that hard.
âYour countryâs finances wonât go to shit, isnât that enough?â
His question seems to bring out another layer of frustration for you. âNo, I want a husband who gives two shits about me past my bra size, but apparently thatâs wishful thinking,â You angrily bite into a strawberry and turn away from him.
âLook, we donât have to do anything except pretend that weâre in love. So, letâs not do anything past that. Alright?â He proposes. Your face is unreadable, but the way you chew on the inside of your lip shows that heâd never get to know whatâs eating away at you.
âAlright,â Your body language seems to retreat completely.
The mood of the date is different after that, and his request seems to render you both silent as you eat the rest of the food without interacting. The view of the countryside makes him wish that he didnât have to deal with any of this, just live in a tiny house where no one had to remind him about his impending marriage.
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The entire day leading up to the Youth Summit Ball left you feeling incredibly rattled.
You know the staff is perfectly capable of executing your vision for the ball as they've done year after year. It was one of your signature events as a royal, and its annual presence in Maritria brought much-needed attention to the country with the presence of young royals and its ever-popular red carpet.
Tonight, however, would be the first time Soonyoung is escorting you as a âlongtimeâ boyfriend in public. Youâve been seen together in public, yes, but this is a public declaration that you are hypothetically in love with him. As a co-chair of the event, nothing could go wrong since many of your peers would be attending with their families.
Nothing could go wrong, thus you needed him to know the extent of your anxiety.
You heard a knock on the door, and youâre accepting them inside without a second thought.
âYou wanted to see me?â He asks as he steps inside the dressing room.
Youâre thrown by how handsome he looks. You argued with each other over text about what he should wear, he insisted that it didnât matter. Yet, your color palettes were not to be betrayed. You internally thank yourself for persisting with a navy suit. It contrasted well with his platinum-blonde hair that seemed to attract as many eyes as possible while you were out in public together.
âYes, I did. You need to behave tonight, Iâm not risking anything because you want to get your dick wet,â You scoff.
âTrust me, I already got this little lecture from your mother. Iâll be fine.â He smirks at you, not doing much to quiet the anxiety that was starting to build in your stomach.
âWell, your girlfriend is telling you herself that Iâm serious about this,â Your hands automatically move up to his shoulders, smoothing out the nonexistent creases on his jacket. It was still weird to call yourself his girlfriend, the word felt too stiff coming from your mouth.
âAnd Iâm reluctantly listening,â He moves his hand to your bare shoulder, brushing something off with a few light sweeps. You opted to wear a black form fitting gown, the design was relatively simple but it was still eye-catching. You thought you noticed Soonyoung taking glances at you.
âDo you remember everything I told you about tonight?â You remind him.
âWhy wouldnât I remember, Y/N?â He gives you that âare you seriousâ kind of look and youâre starting to buckle under the pressure.
âI donât know, maybe youâre nervous or something,â You turn away from him, peering into the mirror to check if there are any flaws with your makeup.
âI donât get nervous about stuff like this. Are you nervous?â You see him approaching, but you put your focus immediately back on your face.
âWhat? No, stop, Iâm fine,â You purse your lips to check your lipstick. He mimics you, pushing his lips out like a duck and it startles you.
âThose cheeks of yours are telling me otherwise,â He rubs a finger on your cheek and you slap it away almost immediately.
âStop, Soonyoung, Iâm serious. Letâs just get through the night.â You shoot him a warning look and he puts his hands up defensively.
âOkay, no funny business. I promise,â He smiles. Itâs not enough to convince you, but your mind is too focused on creating a good outcome for the night that itâs fruitless trying to argue with him any further.
âReady for a good time?â He offers his hand out to you, and you reluctantly accept it.
âIt sounds bad when you say it.â
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âYou know, she said we should kiss just once to see what itâs like,â His voice was slightly slurred as if the alcohol was slowly taking possession of his words.
âYouâre just tipsy,â You throw your purse across the living room and fumble to lock the door shut.
âNo, you are, I saw you sneak two shots out of the kitchen,â He points with a shocked smile, âplus a few glasses of chardonnay. Youâre not fooling me, princess.â
He was probably right, but that didnât make it any better. âGod forbid that I wanna drink at my own event. Why are you at my place right now?â Youâre irritated at his presence almost constantly.
âYou wanted me to do everything for you, remember? So you could just hop into bed with no worries,â He waves his arm into the air.
The event went well, accounting for your drunkenness and Soonyoungâs unpredictable nature.
âWhat are you waiting for then? Take my shoes off,â You flail your arms helplessly, your body is slowly slumping forward but Soonyoung catches you before you stumble.
âOkay, let's sit down, miss bossy. Youâre ordering me around when I was a perfect boyfriend tonight,â He guides you to your couch, slowly easing you down onto the seat when you let out an audible sigh of relief.
âYou were an average boyfriend who didnât look stupid in front of paparazzi. Donât feel too proud of yourself.â Your tolerance for his shenanigans was lower than usual now that you were drunk, and you didnât feel bad about fighting back at him.
âAll of this is extra credit,â He tries to reason himself out of the bare minimum.
âTaking care of me is not extra credit, itâs the standard. Youâre supposed to be taking care of me for the rest of my life, not just right now. Idiot,â You roll your eyes and close them briefly before his voice forces you awake again.
âYouâre so mean to me, your poor boyfriend is still learning what you like,â He finally takes off your heels and you let out a deep sigh of relief.
âBetter?â He asks with a smile. You know that he wants to laugh at you so badly, but youâre too far gone to care.
âMuch better,â You close your eyes for a moment before snapping again. âTake off my jewelry.â
He removes your earrings quite easily, but you still feel a bit flustered when he leans toward your ear to focus on undoing the clasps of your necklace.
He settles his face near your neck to fully remove your diamond necklace, he cradles it in his hand and you think you might go slightly insane. He places it on the coffee table gently and looks back at you with a smirk.
âWhatâs going on?â You pick up on his expression.
âNothing, Iâm gonna do your hair.â He turns your body so your back is facing him now. Heâs sort of just feeling around for bobby pins, placing them down on the coffee table whenever he pulls another out. Once he takes out the decorative pins near the top of your head, your hair finally feels free.
âSoonyoung?â You ask suddenly.
âHmm?â Heâs organizing all the hairpins but takes a moment to look up at you.
âDo you think Iâm pretty?â Your voice is a bit timid, nervous about how he might react. You wouldâve contained yourself in any other circumstance, but now you just needed to head that you were worth complimenting.
âWhereâs all this coming from, youâre just fishing for compliments now,â He shakes his head with a smile on his face.
âNo, Iâm not. Itâs just-,â Your thoughts trail off, but Soonyoung catches your attention again with a gentle hand on your thigh. You donât jump to move it away.
âEverybody was looking at us, but some people looked at us like I wasnât meant to be with you. Is that true? Am I not pretty enough to be with you?â You feel increasingly insecure the more you elaborate. You didnât think youâd feel this upset about it, but it meant your work was failing. You werenât a believable couple and it was obvious to you now.
âY/N, donât say that. Youâre beautiful,â His voice is noticeably softer.
âNot beautiful enough to sleep with. You wouldnât sleep with me,â You rub your eyes with your hands and Soonyoung removes them from your face, laughing at the traces of makeup on the sides of your fingers. It seems like he still caught what you said though when he stops laughing.
âAnd thatâs not the point. Youâre just saying shit now, all of the guys in there would be lucky to even kiss you,â He insists. He stands up suddenly and walks toward your room. You assume he gets up to find makeup wipes, but you sit with his statement in the meantime.
You contemplate if youâd even want to kiss any of the royals who came to the party. You knew your standards were high and wondered if that would chase them off before they even had a chance to kiss you. He comes back and immediately wipes across your face the moment he sits down. His approach is slightly rough, but you couldnât exactly get mad at him. He was just doing what you asked of him.
Heâs analyzing if he got all of the makeup off when you speak up.
âBut youâre not lucky?â You remark quietly.
That makes him clear his throat. You can even spot a hint of blush across his cheeks. It appears that youâve riled him up slightly.
âI am lucky,â He lowers his head to rub the back of his neck with his hand, âYou give me a run for my money.â
âShow me how lucky you are.â You continue to tempt him to see how heâll react.
âI thought you wanted me to behave tonight?â Heâs almost willing to act, but he still waits for your approval.
âI do, but she said we should kiss for practice,â You swallow lightly in anticipation. He rests his forehead against yours and you can hear his breath hitch in his throat.
Youâve been good, youâve been so good all of your life. You donât think youâve done anything worth batting an eye at for your entire adolescence and young adulthood, but it was exhausting.
It was exhausting to be good, the voice of reason, the example of a perfect daughter to your country.
You werenât in love with him, absolutely not.
Yet, the curiosity about what his lips tasted like made you want to be rebellious.
âI didnât think you heard me.â He chuckled softly.
âI did,â You nodded your head against his. Soonyoung didnât ask for permission to be bad, he just did it. Thatâs what runs through your brain when your lips meet his. Neither of you move for a moment and youâre afraid that you messed up.
That is until you feel Soonyoungâs hand cradling the back of your neck. Heâs tilting into the kiss and you know heâs comfortable by the way his tongue slips into your mouth.
He tastes like tequila mostly, but thereâs a hint of sweetness that you suspect comes from the dessert table at the party.
It feels so much better than you expected, now you know why girls couldnât get enough of him. Even if it is just practice, he still took it far more seriously than you expected.
You havenât had many kisses that were worth remembering, but this was something spectacular.
You know heâs kissed people far more times than you have, but thereâs still a hesitant energy there that you canât describe.
Did you make him nervous?
He pulls away first and it surprises you. He takes a deep breath and looks at you with tired eyes.
âJust a practice kiss, right?â He whispers.
âJust practice.â You affirm, pulling your head back. Youâre not sure why it felt so disappointing to not have another kiss. You were sobering up which made the realization even worse.
âIâll leave now before you kick me out.â He stands up from the couch and you donât follow him. He makes it to the door and turns around.
âDonât stay up all night reading thinking you can fight a hangover, go to bed.â He points at you with a teasing finger.
âDonât lecture me, Kwon Soonyoung.â You stand up and walk toward your bedroom, ignoring whatever expression is on his face. You donât look back until you hear the front door shut.
He didnât say goodbye and that was probably for the best. You didnât need any other memory from this part of the night to linger in your brain.
You rush back to the living room to lock the door again and sulk back to your bedroom. You eye the novel on your bedside table, you left it there earlier in the day to pick up whether you ended up drunk from the party or not.
Damn, he was good.
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There were now multiple days, even weeks, between your shared schedules with him, and the more time that went by after the kiss only made you want to see him again.
Of course, he was friendly to you in public, and you were both able to handle public events with ease, but
the timing left you with many questions, and one stuck out in particular.
Why was he nervous to kiss you?
Today, he requested a private schedule for the two of you before he left Maritria early next week. There was a sneaking suspicion that it was the proposal since there wouldnât be another reason for you to be alone.
He never wants to be left alone with you, itâs all about putting on an act for others that makes it so thrilling for him.
Thatâs what you try to tell yourself, at least.
âYouâre here,â He eyes you carefully as you approach the entrance of the private garden. Heâs surrounded by endless blooms, itâs almost suffocating how romantic itâs supposed to feel.
âIâm here because you want me here,â You offer quietly.
âRight, well I donât want to waste any time. Iâm sure my princess has lots of work to do today.â
On any other day, heâd be right, but the underlying suspicion of his true intentions made you want to linger.
He grabs your hand before you have another second to contemplate your feelings.
âI know that Iâm not the person you wanted this to be from, but thatâs how things have turned out. We both canât get what we want, but I want to make this a good memory for us regardless of the situation.â
He gets down on one knee before asking. âSo, Y/N, will you marry me?â
His hands held a small black velvet box and he quickly opened it to reveal a stunning oval shaped diamond ring. There are definitely more carats than you've ever seen on an engagement ring, and the gold band it sits upon feels equally regal.
It almost makes you sick from how ornate and gaudy it is, but itâs yours.
âYou know this is the part where you say yes,â He clears his throat.
âGive me a second,â You mumble. You canât see his glance, instead choosing to look at the ring. Everything else felt like a game before, but this was real.
He is proposing to you, offering a ring to you to signify a love that wasnât actually real. That kind of sappy affectionate love you dreamed of would never come to fruition, possibly for the rest of your life.
Itâs a realization that is entirely too bleak for the moment.
Youâre meant to be happy, but if your parents were here theyâd pick apart how long it took you to respond.
âYes, Iâll marry you,â You force a smile onto your face to appease him. It doesnât seem like he notices the pained expression within it, only offering a content sigh.
âGreat.â He rises to his feet to place the ring on the appropriate finger. It feels like itâs all over now, you can imagine the rest of your future laid ahead of you on a set path.
The thought of taking constant publicity trips as a couple, having future heirs to the throne, and the idea of bringing him into Maritriaâs lineage makes you wonder if you did everything you could to save yourself.
There is no out, just you, him, and the impenetrable distance between you both.
You wonder how a couple might build a life with an unstable foundation.
âShould we kiss?â His question brings you back to your senses.
âWhat?â
âFor the camera, we should kiss.â He points to a photographer making themselves known from a nearby bush.
You swallow the lump in your throat and nod.
This is your duty, right?
You pull him close and kiss him, trying to ignite the small spark you felt when he was at your apartment.
Yet, the feeling doesnât come and you pull away from him gently after a few moments.
âWe just need some photos for social media and then youâre free to go.â The photographer reassures you with a kind tone.
You snap into professional mode in order to speed up the process. Your hand rests on his chest, angling it slightly to show off the ring. You force a smile, trying to indulge in the fantasy of it all. Once he gets a few shots of that pose, you turn back to look into Soonyoungâs eyes.
He was unfortunately quite handsome, itâs a shame that nothing else about him could make you happy.
âWhat are you thinking about?â His questioning pulls you out of your head once again, but youâre not sure what to tell him.
Being honest with him means making a sweet moment uncomfortable, and lying to him means letting your pain continue to simmer.
You go for the latter, to spare everyone a difficult moment. âNothing. The ring is beautiful,â You shift the conversation with a quiet tone in order to deflect the topic off of you. He smiles widely, his face tells you that he didnât expect you to like it one bit.
âI let my team take the reins with it since I donât know you that well.â He responds so earnestly, and youâre not sure if he understands how hurtful that sounds.
You take it in stride though. âWell, itâs beautiful.â
He only nods and takes a moment to adjust his suit jacket.
You watch him brush over the fabric with his hands, wondering how in the world you ended up here. Even if things were different, fate would probably still bring you into Soonyoungâs orbit in another way.
Regardless, itâs enough to make you even more upset. Once the photographer is satisfied with the variety of shots, youâre about to leave when you feel Soonyoungâs hand touch your shoulder.
âHey.â He turns your body to face him with his hand. Youâre not sure how much longer you can stand in front of him without crying.
âWeâre still on for this weekend, right?â
You canât be bothered to remember what he means, but itâs best just to agree. Itâs not like you had much of a choice.
âYeah. Iâll see you then.â You nod at him before leaving. The moment you turn your back, you canât hold back the stray tears falling onto your cheeks. You can only hope that he canât hear your sniffling.
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Now that the proposal news was officially out, your life had an even bigger microscope on it than usual. Youâre used to being judged on a public scale, however, there were millions of people who were obsessed with Soonyoung that now wanted to know every single piece of information about his new fiancĂ©e.
Your Instagram posts and tweets had an influx of new activity that you could barely keep up with, and the new attention was starting to work into every corner of your life, even the time you spent with Soonyoung.
âCan you tell your fans to stop making video edits of me?â You stuff your phone into your jacket pocket in slight annoyance. You were genuinely trying to enjoy the private dates you had with Soonyoung, even if they were heavily guarded by staff. It was only right that you treated these outings as the dates they were, opportunities to get to know him better in order to connect with him that would hopefully prevent any issues further down the line.
Today, the location of the date was your choice and the staff had elected to leave you alone in light of the proposal news. Thus, you decide to take Soonyoung to a small beach on the outskirts of Maritriaâs capital city. Youâve spent many days throughout your teenage years in your favorite spot, a cove in a hidden part of the beach. You figured that itâd be smart to let him in on a few things that you enjoyed, namely one of your most treasured spots in the country.
âThat means they like you, and since when are you afraid of attention?â His interest is now piqued as he places his head in his hand to face you.
âSince always, Iâm not exactly a Kwon Soonyoung-level attention whore,â You scoff.
âI think thatâs the nicest thing youâve ever said to me,â He speaks in an exaggerated sad tone, accompanied by his pretending to cry. He turns his head to face you, sunglasses attempting to hide the goofiness peeking through.
âStill, I mean this is all a lot. Iâm not exactly important enough to warrant 700,000 new followers.â You attempt to redirect the conversation.
As soon as the remark leaves your mouth, Soonyoung takes his sunglasses off. He looks at you with a confused glance, as if your self-deprecation was a personal attack on him.
âWhat are you talking about? Youâre a princess and a genuinely nice one at that. Thatâs pretty hard to come by these days,â He compliments you. It pulls at your heartstrings very slightly, enough to absentmindedly check for a blush on your cheeks before snapping out of it.
âYou wouldnât know, you donât see anything past the title before you sleep with these girls,â You attempt to defuse the response again, but heâs prepared.
âFirst of all, those days are behind me. Iâm a proper engaged man now,â His thumb grazes your engagement ring and it sends a chill down your spine.
âAnd second, that statement is funny coming from someone whoâs marrying me for financial stability,â He pokes your shoulder and you move to cover it.
âCorrection, my countryâs financial stability. Youâll have to get used to living here once weâre married,â You clarify.
âWho said weâre living in Maritria?â He argues instantly. You let out a sigh and try to understand the perspective heâs going to bring up.
âSoonyoung, wouldnât it be smart to show how much the countryâs condition would improve with you here?â
âYes, but imagine being in Arinorin. The optics of giving you away to the country that saved yours seem pretty positive to me.â He suggests. While idealistic, the perspective is shortsighted. He didnât necessarily have a shining future back in his home country considering his reputation and lack of communication with his parents.
âEven though youâll never be king?â You didnât mean for the question to sound so mean, but itâs true.
He was not the countryâs future king, not unless there were dire circumstances that would force him into the position.
He scoffs. âWay to rub it in.â He looks into the distance, not acknowledging your glance anymore.
âIâm just saying. At least here, youâll have the chance to have more of the publicâs attention. Thereâs nothing to fight over, itâs just me,â You add sympathetically.
Thereâs a lingering silence that you donât want to fill for the moment. You can tell heâs mulling over your words by the way heâs looking down at his hands, playing with his sunglasses idly.
âYou know, you donât have to stay there. Not to be that person, but if the idea of staying makes you feel worse, then whatâs the point?â You soften your tone in an attempt to bring him back.
âYou donât know what itâs like,â He shakes his head resolutely. You feel your window of opportunity to try and comfort him closing rapidly.
âOk, youâre right, but Iâve kept up with the news. I know a bit about how my future in-laws have treated you. Youâll be okay here,â You place a hand on his shoulder.
âI think theyâve wanted me to leave for a while, honestly. Iâd go somewhere where they donât have to think about me anymore.â He scratches the back of his neck before focusing on a small tidepool that sat directly below the both of you.
His statement is enough to now squeeze his shoulder, gently rubbing it to show your support.
âIâm sorry.â You offer quietly.
âItâs not your fault. I donât think being a problem child fits me very well anymore.â
âYou can reinvent yourself here if that sounds alright with you?â You offer and he laughs quietly.
He smirks. âIâll think about it,â His slightly hopeful tone makes you feel at ease.
Any true affection toward him still feels too foreign, but verbal reassurance is a step youâre willing to take if it means your shared future is relatively peaceful.
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The trips back and forth to each otherâs countries were becoming a blur of wedding planning, being present at each otherâs public engagements, and trying to get to know each other. It was becoming such a tedious process that any opportunity to rest was taken without hesitation.
The big plan for the current trip to Arinorin was to have a joint dinner with both of your immediate families.
You waited endlessly, but Soonyoung never showed up for dinner. It was embarrassing trying to subtly figure out where he was by going to the bathroom and frantically texting him. When that didnât work, calls went unanswered until you were forced to give up and return to the table in defeat. He wasnât answering and you were left to deal with two confused families on your own, attempting to answer questions that you had no answers to. Dinner eventually proceeded with an unyielding amount of attention on you, but thankfully, the rest of his family seemed to accept you.
Yet, it was ultimately embarrassing to attempt to cover his tracks and defend his actions throughout the night.
Thus, your post-dinner plans were to relax in your room and attempt to forget how wild the night had been. A knock on the door interrupted those plans almost immediately.
You open the door to see one of the guards that have been assigned to you since the arranged marriage proceedings had begun.
âSorry to bother you, princess. Iâve just received word of a disturbance with the prince downstairs that needs your attention.â His tone was especially solemn, so you didnât want to leave him waiting for long.
âAlright, Iâll be ready in a minute.â You nod at him and thank your lucky stars that youâve already changed into more comfortable clothing.
With his assistance, you were soon traveling through the endless halls of the castle to find your fiancĂ©. It wasnât long before he came into view, sitting on a bench with his legs tucked up to his chest, arms wrapped around the front with his hands clasped tight. He was clearly drunk, sighing to himself before looking up.
âY/N! Hi!â He exclaims, waving at you wildly.
âFucking hell,â You exhale under your breath. Youâre extremely grateful that he wasnât out wandering the streets, clearly under careful watch by his guards.
âCan you give us a moment?â You look around at the surrounding guards. They nod curtly and dismiss themselves, retreating to a nearby room where they could still intervene quickly if needed.
You turn your attention back to him once the door closes. âWhere were you?â
âI was out with Seungkwannie and, um, Seokmin. It was so much fun,â He laughed brightly, eyes almost disappearing from his smile.
âWe were supposed to have dinner with our families. Remember?â You hold onto your curt tone.
He shakes his head immediately. âThey didnât wanna see me, they donât care about me.â
You were starting to lose your patience. While you understood his hesitation to face his family, it wasnât an excuse to leave you to navigate so many different dynamics on your own. This was supposed to show your families all of the efforts that had been made thus far, and there were plenty of efforts that were beginning to show naturally.
He had become more affectionate in public, it was less uncomfortable to smile at him and speak with each other kindly. It wasnât real, obviously not, but unsuspecting eyes wouldnât have known any better.
You were almost visibly in love.
âHow about how I feel, Soonyoung? I had to deal with everyone alone, deal with everything by myself. That was so hard for me, but you just ignored it and got drunk.â Your voice was tight, barely allowing yourself to feel anything besides anger.
âIâm sorry,â He sighs before running through his hair. Heâs affected by it, as his posture starts to wilt like a dying plant.
âYou should be. That hurt my feelings a lot,â You felt the intended venom of your words dissipate on your tongue until nothing was left.
What was the point in yelling when he wouldnât remember any of it anyways?
Honestly, you were disappointed in him. You had earnestly tried to connect with him, and it finally felt like he was trying to do the same thing. Yet, he let you down. You didnât ask for much of him and adjusted your expectations for him at every step of the way, but he couldnât do it.
He couldnât be better for you.
âWas being selfish,â His pout seems to get deeper somehow.
âYeah, you were,â You whisper. You finally take a seat next to him on the bench, taking a deep breath. The silence between the two of you almost felt labored, as if the air held all of the emotions you were both feeling at once.
You shouldnât be babysitting your fiancĂ© like this, that much was true. If he couldnât even attend a family dinner, what did that mean for the marriage?
âYou donât have to worry about the wedding. Iâll take care of everything,â You mutter quietly.
âWhat?â He sits up in surprise.
âI canât trust you, Soonyoung. You donât care about this and you clearly donât care about me, so why would I let you plan any part of this?â
âI can try, just let me try,â He pleads quietly. You can feel the desperation in his tone, but you canât budge.
âIâve let you try and this is what happens. I donât know if this is how you picture our marriage, but if this is it then consider us strangers. I canât do this, not like this.â You canât look at him as you stand up.
Your body goes into autopilot as you knock on the door where the guards are stationed, letting them out so you can both separate for the night. You gently request for him to be taken home before starting the journey back to your room, wiping away tears that welled up in your eyes without a second thought.
You hear him calling your name, but what point is there in turning around? You didnât have the energy for drunk pleas and broken promises anymore.
If you couldnât stop everything and everyone from falling apart, you could at least try to protect yourself from the wreckage.
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For the first time, Soonyoung hadnât been able to stop thinking about you.
It never felt good to be ignored by anyone, but getting ignored by you? It had to be a new kind of pain.
Despite his unbothered facade, he didnât mind your company at all. He quite enjoyed your little quirks, small things that other people probably wouldnât notice.
In the chaos of your intertwined schedules, there were moments where heâd just look at you to take in your features for himself, and not anyone else.
He loved seeing how peaceful you looked while you slept during flights or the way your cheeks lifted when you smiled. Since he couldnât have you to himself often, he could hold solace in the smaller moments.
Admittedly, he had been in love with you for a while now, and he could pinpoint the exact moment when he realized it.
He mentioned to you offhandedly that heâd lost a beloved stuffed tiger toy as a kid, but heâd accepted the loss and attempted to move on. He didnât think youâd remember the anecdote, much less do anything about it.
Yet, you handed him a silver gift bag while on a flight with him.
When he unwrapped the tissue paper to the sight of the exact make of the tiger he had, his heart momentarily stilled in awe.
âI found the original manufacturer and they still make them. The certain model you had is a collectorâs item now, so it took a little while to find but it wasnât impossible.â You explained everything calmly, your hand propped your head up on the armrest of your seat. You lazily smiled at him as he admired it in his hands.
âThis is very kind of you, thank you,â He couldnât help the grin that spread across his face.
His parents hadnât thought of trying to replace it for him after all these years, and he surely didnât expect it from you. The gesture is just so romantic, even if you just wanted to write it off as simply a nice thing to do.
He didnât cry until he was alone after the dayâs activities were finished, realizing just how important it was to him. You were so nice, much nicer than he deserved from his future wife given his standoffish behavior.
There was no reason why he couldnât confess his true feelings to you at this point. The wedding was fast approaching, sooner than heâd like to admit.
Details about the ceremony were quickly ironed out between your shared staff before he could think twice about asking, and you held to your word that he wasnât allowed to get involved in wedding planning.
He didnât remember much from the night you found him drunk, but it was clear that wedding planning was off-limits and you were extremely wary of being alone with him. Thus, he had to make his apology meaningful, and he couldnât wait until after the wedding. He was determined to mend the relationship before you walked down the aisle.
He started by sending you various bouquets, all carefully chosen by him.
That was a kind gesture, right?
He thought so until he saw you throwing one of the bouquets into a dumpster from afar.
All of his apologetic texts to you were swiftly ignored as well, forcing him to switch gears completely. It was clear that you were subtly hinting at an in-person apology, which was daunting but not impossible for him to do.
He hadnât been back to your apartment since the night of the Youth Summit Ball, a major oversight on his part. Yet, he figured there was no better time than the present to start taking things more seriously.
He held the bouquet of white and red carnations tightly in his hand, fingers playing gently with the paper wrapping as he sat in his car.
He was optimistic that the rain would hold out until he was hopefully let into your apartment. Yet, he ignored the raindrops periodically hitting his raincoat as he walked up the stairs to your brownstone.
The moment he knocked on the door, it was as if the universe decided to fuck him over. The occasional raindrops turned into a full downpour, and he scrambled to figure out what to do with himself. There wasnât any awning to hide under, so he attempted to conceal the flowers from the rain, unzipping his jacket enough to sit the damp bouquet on his chest before zipping it up again.
It felt like a lifetime before you opened the door, and the sight of you rendered him speechless.
This was the first time in so long that he was facing his fear of resolving the neverending conflicts in his life.
âHi.â He smiles despite your unreadable expression.
âHi,â You were confused, rightfully so. After passive-aggressively sending indirect apologies, he decided to skip everything else and just show up.
âAre you busy?â
âNo, but I donât think I have a choice,â You move to the side so that he can enter your apartment. He takes the cue and makes himself comfortable in the living room.
âThese are for you.â He hands the flowers to you, and the hesitancy is clear on your face.
âYou arenât giving up on the flowers, are you?â You ask with a judgmental tone. He doesnât feel completely deterred when you place them on the dining table instead of throwing them out.
âWell, these are your favorite.â
âThis doesnât bail you out, you know.â You give him a knowing look.
He sighs, steadying his breath before speaking. âI know, and you deserve an apology for everything.â When he notices that you're focusing intently on his words, he feels confident about continuing.
âI know that Iâve made you feel isolated, and Iâm truly sorry for that. I donât want you to feel like youâre alone in this, and I want to make this marriage work. You deserve to marry someone whoâs willing to admit their mistakes and grow with you. Iâm ready to be that person if you want me.â By the time he finishes, he knows that he was completely honest with you. Heâs wanted to be upfront with you for so long, but it wouldnât have been worth it if he didnât express himself properly.
You let out a contemplative sigh. He could tell that you didnât want to reject him, itâs as if your face was processing his statement just as swiftly as your brain.
âAs much as I appreciate this, I donât want to be in a loveless marriage.â You said.
He swallows lightly, but heâs still understanding of your perspective. He knew that he had to lay everything out for you before it was too late.
âWho said it was loveless?â He says.
âWhat?â
The revelation seems to catch you off guard, but it's not surprising to him. Soonyoung is a happy-go-lucky kind of guy, and this kind of confession feels completely out of his emotional range.
âI love you, and I should've told you sooner. I regret not proving that you could trust me, and you have every right to not have any faith in me.â He walks toward you, internally pleading that the lack of distance will help you change your mind.
âI do have the right,â You mutter under your breath with a chuckle. He lifts your chin slightly with his finger, forcing your eyes to meet his again.
âI will prove to you every day for the rest of my life that I love you.â His eyes are completely sincere, showing that heâs willing to provide the romance that youâve been grasping for. He can tell that you canât let him in this easily, he has to earn you completely.
âEvery day?â You question him.
âEvery single day,â He reiterates. He means it too, his mind was already thinking of dozens of ways that he could start making it up to you.
âThatâs pretty tempting, honestly.â You tilt your head in curiosity.
âAnything holding you back?â
âI donât think so. You just canât keep coming into my apartment soaking wet anymore,â You scrunch your nose at his appearance and gently tousle his hair, earning a giggle from him.
âThat wasnât planned. It was pretty romantic though, right?â He canât fight the smile that spreads across his face as he asks.
âA little bit. I forgive you, by the way,â You admit.
He exhales and runs a hand through his hair with shaky confidence. He couldnât be certain of your decision, so the relief he feels at your words is palpable.
âDoes that mean I get to see all the spreadsheets about the wedding now?â He knew he was testing his luck by asking, especially because the process had been under lock and key even before restricting his access to wedding-related documents.
âYeah, itâll take some stress off my back. Itâs giving me headaches just thinking about everything coming together,â You rub your forehead and close your eyes for a moment before looking back at him.
âYouâve been stressed like this and you havenât told me?â He frowns.
âI was mad at you, so all my other feelings just kept building up. Iâm sorry,â You shake your head, immediately covering your face with your hands. He pries them off just as quickly, pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand.
âItâs okay, love. I am more than willing to help you, I promise,â He nods eagerly with a grin.
âOkay. I like that name, you know,â You finally crack a smile and his own smile widens.
âFigured you would.â Heâs leaned closer to your face, but thereâs enough space to move away in case you reject him. âCan I kiss you?â He asks gently.
âPlease,â You whisper.
Itâs all he needs to complete the distance between your lips and the feeling of you is almost overwhelmingly beautiful. Heâs so lucky at this moment, feeling your hands push his head deeper into the kiss. He was too cautious last time, but now heâll never take another kiss of yours for granted, not when it feels this good.
He would do anything to make sure you felt loved and cared for, no matter how long it took to earn your full trust.
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âI just need a moment alone, if thatâs alright?â The question comes out a bit shakier than you imagined, but you canât seem to quiet your nerves. Your wedding day has already taken you on an emotional rollercoaster despite not going down the aisle yet.
As you view yourself in the gown that you meticulously picked out along with the detailed hair and makeup that took hours to complete, nothing looks out of place.
Yet, your heart feels unanchored.
Your relationship with Soonyoung was getting better every day, but it seems like it was all going a little too well. Even though your relationship was transforming from a state of emergency into a promising romance, it was all catching up to you at the moment. Your mutual efforts to improve your relationship had been fruitful, giving you both the confidence to get married without feeling insecure.
You wouldnât regret it, right? You needed to be certain that you wouldnât.
âOf course, Princess.â Your head staff member agrees without question before exiting the room along with a few team members who were assisting you for the past few hours.
Your brain can only think of him. The tradition of spending the night before the wedding apart from each other felt more like torture than anything else, as youâve come to appreciate his comforting presence next to you. In the last few weeks leading up to the wedding, heâs made such a genuine effort to intertwine your lives together that spending time apart felt futile.
A knock on the door breaks you out of your trance. Before you can ask whoâs there, Soonyoungâs voice fills the silence.
âIs it a bad time?â His voice makes your heart flutter before you can even look at him.
âYou canât see me before the wedding, itâs bad luck,â You attempt to fight the smile on your face but you donât allow yourself to look at him.
âEven if my bride has cold feet?â He presses on, his footsteps quietly approaching you.
You turn to reveal yourself to him and his face lights up.
âTheyâre not cold, theyâre lukewarm,â You smile coyly at him. He grabs your hands and scans your body with wondrous eyes, his gaze seeming to land on every detail of the dress before meeting your eyes again.
âYou look so,â His voice trails off. Youâre sure that you can read his mind, heâs practically grinning from ear to ear. It makes you feel a bit shy, you can feel your cheeks heat up from his complimentary words.
âYouâre really inflating my ego here,â You shake your head gently, but the feeling of his hand grazing your cheek pulls your gaze to him. Despite your best efforts, itâs still hard to fight the inner voice that tells you that he doesnât mean it, that heâs only saying it because itâs something you want to hear.
Yet, his responses are just unflinchingly earnest that it makes you wonder why you ever felt that way in the first place.
âYou just look so stunning,â His voice begins to shake before he clears his throat, âI just canât believe that youâre mine.â
You were certain that youâd never seen that much sincerity in his eyes up until now, but it started to quiet the lingering fears that still sat in the pit of your stomach. He was absolutely smitten with you, to the point where his smile didnât go away while you were talking to him.
âYou canât cry yet, you have to save it for the cameras.â You chuckle in an effort to push away his tears, but his eyes were still glossy.
âI canât help it. Youâve worked really hard on all of this and itâs coming together so well,â He sighs with content. Honestly, you needed to hear that it was all worth it, especially from him. Although heâd been offering reassurance more often than not, the sentiment felt different knowing that you were minutes away from getting married.
âI wanna kiss you so badly, but I canât fuck up my makeup.â You pout. He instinctively places his hands on your shoulders, moving them up and down to make you feel grounded with his touch.
âWe can kiss, you know. There are no rules to any of this.â He attempts to get you out of your tradition-focused mindset with a low tone. You do want to indulge him though, considering that this was the first time you'd been alone with him all morning.
âJust go below the mouth.â You nod and he smirks, immediately placing his lips on your jaw to see how youâd react. It pulls a soft moan from your throat, and your reaction encourages him to go down your neck, leaving kisses wherever his lips can find skin. You started to let go of the responsibilities lingering over your head and focus on your fianceâs tongue leaving open-mouth kisses on your cleavage.
Heâs practically doing everything but undressing you and his eagerness makes it harder to pull away, but you have to.
âBabe,â You whisper.
âHmm?â
âLater,â You have to hold onto your resolve or else youâll give in, and you canât let your first time be in a dressing room.
âLater?â His eyes perk up like an excited puppy. The implication of the consummation of your marriage feels daring, it will serve as the reward after dealing with the decadent fanfare of the day.
âYes, later. I promise.â You nod and he somehow looks even happier than before he walked in. He focuses on your lips but leaves a kiss on your cheek instead.
âIâll see you out there, okay?â He presses one last kiss to your palm before heading towards the door.
âOkay,â You wave him off and watch him disappear with a smile on your face.
Itâs clear that you donât have anything to worry about.
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âYouâre sure that you donât wanna come in with me?â Soonyoung calls from the pool.
âYeah,â You nod with a hand placed above your eyes, acting as a sun visor since you couldnât find a hat to put on.
You were two days into your honeymoon, tucked away at a small island resort that mostly isolated you from the outside world.
The wedding had thankfully gone far better than you could have imagined. He stopped you multiple times throughout the reception to tell you how beautiful it was, how happy he was to be in the moment with you, and how well you planned it all. It was a day that felt sun-soaked, enveloped in a love that was starting to soften and lose the sharp edges that had restrained it before.
Despite all of the kind attention from family and friends throughout the day, it was evened out with the constant presence of staff and castle officials that made it all a bit overwhelming.
Thankfully, the honeymoon began the next day and youâd have to force all responsibilities out of your head for the next week.
âYouâre thinking about something, probably too many things,â He assumes correctly.
You scoff and turn away for a moment before facing him again. âYou canât be this good at analyzing me, weâve only been married for less than a week.â
He laughs before swimming closer to the edge of the pool to meet you. âThatâs my job, angel.â
âBut youâre right, I am thinking too much about you moving in and all the press stuff we have to do,â Youâre rubbing at your temples just thinking about how much effort itâs all going to take.
âHey, look at me.â He calls out softly. You reluctantly place your hands at your sides, trying to take in his words.
âYouâll have plenty of time to worry about this, but this is the only time youâll be on your honeymoon. Hopefully,â He shows his teeth and it succeeds in making you laugh. He smiles back at you before continuing.
âSo maybe we can swim together if youâd like?â He tries again, knowing youâll say yes. You take one last sigh and nod.
âYeah, just give me a second.â You take your coverup off to reveal a solid black bikini he hadnât seen yet. You discard the coverup on a nearby chair before turning to face him.
He eyes you for a moment before you clear your throat. âSlow down, loverboy, weâre supposed to be swimming!â
âJust admiring how beautiful my wife is, thatâs all,â He bites back a smile but ultimately lets it show. You walk down the pool stairs until youâre swimming next to him. He only stares at you for a second before pulling you in for a kiss.
Youâre caught off guard, letting out a small squeak when his tongue slides into your mouth but you give in to the feeling soon enough. You let your fingers card through the back of his hair, pushing yourself further into the kiss. You feel his hands wander across your ass and you let out a moan.
âJust wanted me in here so you could fuck me?â You whisper, finally pulling away from the kiss to catch your breath.
ïżœïżœïżœYou caught me,â He whispers back and proceeds to kiss down your neck, not hesitating to leave marks that force moans out of your throat.
âFor fuckâs sake,â You sigh. You didnât need to have control right now, you didnât want it when he was making you feel this good just by kissing you. You thank your lucky stars that the vacation house is somewhat isolated because you canât pretend to hold back the noises youâre making.
He picks up on this and presses his erection against your thigh, causing you to hold your breath. âWhere do you want me, sweetheart?â He asks quietly. Your train of thought canât even start because heâs staring right at you, brushing his thumb against your lip.
âChairs,â You mutter. He bites his lip and turns to look at the unoccupied beach chairs lined up near the sliding glass door that leads back into the house.
âOkay,â He nods. He leads you back to the pool stairs before taking your hand and helping you out of the water. You both donât think about drying off before he sits you down onto the chair, pulling off your bikini bottom without a second thought. You watch him with spread legs, taking in the sight of his glistening chest and abs. He seemed just as eager as you, taking off his swim trunks in the blink of an eye. The sight of his cock makes your head spin, so you force yourself to make eye contact with him.
âAre you okay, baby?â He asks earnestly. He must not know how hot he is because youâre rendered speechless. His freshly dyed black hair is slightly spiky, and it doesnât help when he runs his hand through it. It all just goes to your clit, and youâre certain that the pressure will make you explode.
âYeah, Iâm good,â You force your mouth into a smile to replace the incredulous look on your face. He nods and settles into the space between your legs, quickly spreading hands across your thighs.
âHave I told you how pretty you look today?â His eyes are practically dripping with lust, but you want to let him know that the feeling is mutual.
âYeah, maybe for the 100th time today, but you look even prettier,â Your compliment comes out a bit shy, but it still makes his eyes light up.
âI donât think thatâs possible,â He lets his thumb graze your clit and you whimper. He lingers there for a few more moments before dragging two fingers down your entrance. He ponders for a moment before pushing inside, and the new sensation makes you cry out. The angled position of the chair makes his movements feel even more powerful, and his fingers gliding against your tight walls already have you in shambles.
âItâs not possible because youâre the prettiest person in the world, and I get all your cute noises to myself, right?â His question makes the coil in your stomach harder to ignore.
âYeah,â You moan. He leans in for a kiss, capturing your lips easily while thrusting his fingers even deeper. How does he know your body like this? Sure, youâve made out a few times but he's never touched you like this before.
Maybe itâs the anticipation thatâs causing him to show out like this, heâs trying to impress you because of how long youâve had to wait for this. You let your arms drape behind his neck for a moment before clutching onto his back.
You hear him moan from the scratches you leave on the expanse of his back, you savor the noises as they start to blend in with your moans.
âGonna cum,â You breathe into his ear. He can tell how tense you are around him, and your eyes are becoming frantic from the impending pleasure.
âJust relax baby, take a deep breath, and let go for me. I know you can do it,â His encouragement lets you cum immediately, arching your back off the chair with a soft grunt escaping your lips. Your orgasm washes over you all at once and his fingers only slow down a bit, allowing you to feel every single bit of pleasure that he could pull out of you.
You take a few deep breaths and focus on his eyes once again. You start to register his face again as he strokes your cheek. âAre you ok? Are you up for more?â He asks hesitantly.
âYeah, I just didnât think youâd get me like this so early, thatâs all.â You cover your eyes with your hands for a moment before looking at him again. He has you so shy that you can barely look at him. Itâs hard to admit to yourself that you havenât cum like that in a very long time, but if heâs making you feel like this so early on into the marriage, you donât think youâll ever be disappointed.
âWell, thatâs good. I just wanna take care of you,â He reassures you sweetly. His eyes are so full of love that it makes your heart pound, swallowing in anticipation.
He meant it when he said heâd take care of you, he had barely let you do anything for yourself since you arrived at the vacation house. It was so adorable that you didnât have the heart to stop him. It was nice to let him live up to his promise of showing his love for you instead of constantly feeling distrustful of his actions.
Of course, there would eventually be moments where youâd disagree or argue with each other, but it wouldnât be out of spite like before. Youâre lost in thought until he presses a kiss to your cheek.
âWhereâd you go, pretty?â He whispers, his face now a few inches away from yours. It somehow makes you even more flustered than before.
âJust thinking about how much I love you,â You admit with a smile. His eyes widen at the confession and you burst into a fit of giggles.
âYou love me?â He asks in surprise.
âI love you.â You state it confidently. You mean it too, and it feels so easy to express it to him. You knew you loved him since the wedding, he cried at the sight of you walking down the aisle and it helped you realize his sincerity. He seems to let the words settle into the air before giving you a response.
âI love you too. It feels good to say that,â He laughs at his own confession. With a mutual confession out in the open, the air somehow feels lighter.
âCan I show you how much I love you by fucking you properly?â He asks. You can only laugh and nod your head at how sweet it is.
âNot out here though. I need you in bed right now!â He exclaims, sweeping you up into a bridal style hold. You let out a scream before bursting into laughter, you can only let yourself get carried back into the house without protest.
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âFuck, right there, please,â You whimper, eyes screwed shut. The feeling of his cock stuffed inside you was indescribably good, it was nearly enough to make you cry. Once he got you on the bed, he wasted no time filling you up and easily pulled moans out of your throat.
He pressed your legs up to your chest, making sure that he was completely inside of you. You quickly learned that your husband had incredible stamina, and you were definitely gonna cum again sooner rather than later.
âYouâre so good for me, my love. You donât know how many times Iâve thought of having you like this,â He whispers in your ear. The sound of his balls slapping against your skin brought something primal out of you, you just want to suck him inside of your walls even deeper. You were barely holding on, but he kept pushing you even closer to the edge.
He leaned down to leave marks in the crook of your neck, leaving a hand free to fondle your breast. It was as if he combined every possible move just to drive you insane and it was working.
âGonna cum for me, sweetheart?â His voice is laced with something even deeper than lust, it almost felt demonic the way he asked you.
âYes, please let me cum, please,â The words spilled out of your mouth, your voice was shaking along with your body. He was practically rocking you back and forth with the impact of his cock, hitting that particular spot deeper every time.
âGo on, then. Cum for daddy,â He grants you permission. The nickname makes you flood his cock, screaming again as your orgasm takes over you. He pulls out in time for you to squirt on his cock, leaving you even more surprised than before.
âHoly shit,â You whimper. He looks so pleased with himself, but also shocked that he was able to push you that far.
He lets you both recover for a few minutes, but you know he hasnât cum yet. âIâm kinda close, baby, is it alright if I-?â He asks, but you donât let him finish.
âOf course. I already miss your cock, to be honest,â You let yourself smile and his eyes are already blown wide by your response.
âYouâre insane, you know that?â
âYou made me like this,â You hit his arm playfully. He slides his cock into you again slowly and he watches your mouth fall open slightly at the sensation.
âI did,â He smirks at you, relishing the sight of how fucked out you look just from him staying still.
He picks up the pace, trying to focus on getting himself there. It didnât seem like itâd take much just from how intensely he looked at you.
âGonna let me cum inside you, baby? Should I get you pregnant like this?â His questions felt sinful in your ears, but you were too gone to care. You felt pressure building just from that, and the thought of him breeding you felt exciting.
âYes, please, I want it,â You whine. He felt so deep that you could feel it from your head to your toes. Every single part of you felt overwhelmed by his cock and his relentless pace.
âGood girl, daddy wants to fuck you like this all the time,â He moves to kiss you sloppily, but it still feels heavenly to have him in your mouth. It wasnât much longer before you felt his body tense beneath you.
âAre you close?â You ask breathily.
âYeah,â He grunts. He grabs your hips and fucks into you even harder than you remember, the pain radiating from your thighs forces a tear out of your eye but you know itâs helping. He doesnât warn you before he cums, and the sudden warmth inside of you makes you moan louder than you expect. He finally falls beside you and lets you both recover for a few minutes in silence. You could easily fall asleep like this, both of you laying haphazardly under the covers while his breathing steadies your own.
âY/N?â He calls your name and it startles you. You struggle to keep your eyes open at the sound of his voice.
âOh no, I scared you,â His voice is much quieter than before, lulling you back into a state of calmness.
âNo, Iâm okay, I promise,â You turn to face him, rubbing your eyes gently.
âOk good. Weâve gotta clean up now, alright?â He softens the blow of the question by kissing your forehead. It still feels foreign to let him take care of you, but when you see how gentle he is, you donât feel the urge to take control.
Itâs enough to watch him go through your suitcase, observing how his eyebrows furrow while trying to decide what shirt you might want to wear.
You decided that he didnât have to prove anything else to you, ultimately, you could see how pure his heart was, and it would be doing both of you a disservice to let assumptions of character control the course of your relationship.
Youâre attentive enough to follow his cues while heâs dressing you or helping you up to the bathroom, but your mind is consumed by him.
âDoing okay, love?â His question pulls your head toward him. You adjust your posture in bed as he approaches you, climbing into the bed beside you.
âBetter now that youâre back,â You hum lowly, leaning your head onto his shoulder. You take a deep breath, taking in the feeling of his skin against yours.
His body vibrates as he chuckles. âIâm glad youâre alright. I was thinking about something while we were in the bathroom,â He leans into your touch slightly, enough to make your eyes flutter shut.
âWhatâs up?â You accept his inquiry.
âI think we should take the kids here one day when theyâre old enough,â He explains it as if itâs fate, and you canât help but smile at the thought of him being certain that your shared future is meant to expand in so many different ways. You canât picture yourself being pregnant for a long while, but the idea of building a family with him feels right to think about.
âWeâve fucked once and youâre thinking about our kids,â You tease him in a lighthearted tone, but you hear his nervous laughter.
âItâs just a thought,â He waves his hand gently.
âItâs a very nice thought, youâre really sweet,â You finally raise your head to look at him. You let your hand caress his cheek before kissing him gently. He accepts you immediately, and you let yourself linger on his lips for a few moments before pulling away to look at him.
He searches your eyes, focused on figuring out what youâre meant to tell him. You canât think of anything profound to tell him, any extravagant sentimentalities you mightâve conjured up donât make their way out onto your lips.
âI love you,â You whisper. Your feelings are buried too deep to let them all out now, but itâs enough to tell him this. You feel the pressure in your chest lessen the moment he smiles back at you.
âI love you so much,â He mumbles the words against your lips before kissing you, love seemed to radiate from his lips the way he was holding you against him. The day unfolded into the evening, time passing languidly as you were enamored with each other.
As you fell asleep with him holding onto your waist, you realized that sweetness had made its way into your life before your very eyes. The limitless potential between the two of you no longer strikes fear into your heart, but instead sustains you in new ways.
There would be time to flesh out the dynamics of your relationship, determining how youâd show up for each other in loud and unspoken ways, but the present feeling of safety that sat in your chest was enough.
Neither of you was perfect, but the act of showing up and being willing to grow with each other was enough.
You are both trying, and that is more than enough.
#svthub#hoshi smut#hoshi fic#soonyoung smut#soonyoung x reader#svt x reader#svt smut#svt angst#hoshi angst#AHHHH yâall have no idea how long Iâve been working on this#but Iâm finally free thank god
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Cause and Effect (Part 1)
a/n: Finally part one of the series as I work on requests! I tagged everyone that commented on the original story but there were a few that I was unable to. Thank all of you so much in your interest!
Azriel x reader/Archeron!sister
(Part 2)
From the moment that you were forced into the Cauldron, your life had drastically changed. You werenât sure what to do or where you fit in life. It wasnât like you truly fit in anywhere anyway but it had only been amplified by being turned into High Fae. Pain and betrayal stayed with you because Feyre had done nothing to help you, Nesta, and Elain. In a sense, you understood why but it didnât stop the emotions.
Being the youngest of all of the Archeron sisters meant that you were always looked over by everyone. Your father barely acknowledged your existence and Nesta was always more concerned about Elain and her wellbeing. You were only a year younger than Feyre and even she wasnât treated in the way that you were.
Maybe it was because she took the initiative to risk her life to keep you all fed but when you pushed to help her, she refused your help and brushed you aside like everyone else. The only attention that you got was from a boy your age and you also knew that he didnât truly care about you. It was only all about him getting what he wanted and then leaving.
The one thing that kept you going, kept you somewhat hopeful, were a select few human holidays that were nearly completely forgotten for a reason unknown to you. There was one in particular that always stood out and you always did your best to celebrate it. Despite that, your low rank in the family simply earned you a scoff and told that it didnât matter.Â
You simply wanted to share a small bit of joy that you could hold onto with the four of them. It was hard being so different in the sense that you wanted to spread love and joy but everyone around you was more focused on being miserable with poverty.Â
The Fae had their own traditions, you had learned, in the separate courts in the new world that you were forced into but that piece of you that loved your holiday felt as if it was slowly dying. Dying just as your humanity had. You had watched in horror as Feyre was forced back to the original court that she had found her first love in. Despite that, you kept silent while standing a few feet away from your two oldest sisters on the ground who were just as drenched as you were.
Mor had all three of you before you had time to blink, sending you all through a pit of darkness before landing in yet another place that you were unfamiliar with. Naturally, everything would be unknown to you and a piece of you didnât really care. As you sat in your room all alone, your mind drifted to the males in the castle that you had been in and you could only hope that they were alright. Your caring heart wouldnât let you feel much of anything else.
That was until you began to move between both of your sisters' rooms. You didnât want to be alone but Elain was in a catatonic state and Nesta simply shoved you out of the room. It was a traumatizing situation for all of you but you craved and longed for someone to be there for you as Nesta was for Elain to help you cope.
Mor had come to check on all three of you within a couple of hours and she was the first one that showed you genuine kindness for the first time in a really long time. It unfortunately didnât last long before the female left you alone again with the excuse that she needed to check on her friends.
âAre they going to be okay?â you asked worriedly.
âThey will be,â she assured with a tender smile. âThey just need some rest while the healers work on them.â
âTell them that I hope that they get better soon.â
She gave you a small smile of understanding and once she left, you made your way back to your room. You hadnât taken the time before to fully take in the sight before you. The bed was huge, decorated in different shades of blue. Your new bed was just as big and it made you wonder why a bed would need to be so large. It was a far cry from what you were used to in poverty and even the new estate that you had placed in couldnât compare to this.
The balcony was what caught your attention the most and you couldnât stop yourself from enjoying the evening breeze that flowed through your hair, setting you at ease as you took in the sight of the city below you. You knew that the small area would be where you would spend a majority of your time if your sisters didnât want anything to do with you.
Unable to stay in one place, you found yourself wandering aimlessly in an attempt to learn your new surroundings. The simple fact that it was built into the mountain amazed you and you wondered how much work it took to do such a thing. Becoming aware of your surroundings was your main goal but you always ran excitedly when Mor came to visit.
âHave you heard from Feyre?â you asked as you dined with her at the end of your first day in your new dwellings.
No.â Mor shook her head, sadness written in her features. âSheâs fully capable of handling herself but weâre hoping that it wonât take her long to accomplish whatever she has planned.â
âAnd your friends?â
âOur best healer is working on Cassianâs wings,â she answered somewhat hesitantly even though you swore you saw tenderness in her eyes. âAzrielâs wound was nowhere near as bad as it seemed and heâll be okay in another day or so.â
âI canât imagine how much it would hurt to have that happen when you have wings.â You shook your head as pain for them filled you. âOr having an arrow in your chest thatâs laced with poison.â
âThey are Illyrians and they heal quickly,â she assured. âHealing and reconstructing wings is quite difficult but we trust our healer immensely.â
You werenât given much information and your heart sank whenever she had to leave to check on the injured males. Taking a chance on Nesta again, you slipped into the library to be met with a hostile face. It was all that you could do not to cringe away from that look so you sighed instead.
âMor just left and said her friends are healing,â you offered.
âI donât care,â she replied matter of factly, her tone proving her words. âWhat are you doing here?â
âI uh- Just came for a book,â you muttered, your heart breaking at the hatred that you were receiving.
âWell get it and go.â
Doing as told, you grabbed the first book that you could get your hands on and darted to your room. Mor hadnât returned on the second day and Rhysand, the High Lord, simply walked through the home, glancing at all three of you before leaving again. You were unable to focus on the words in the romance book that you had unknowingly grabbed as you sat at the dining room table on the third day.
You heard the beat of wings before you saw them and noticed that it was one of the males, Azriel as you remembered, who had landed on the balcony. It took you a moment of staring to realize that he was the most beautiful male that you had ever seen in your relatively short life. He locked eyes with you when he noticed you and his own went wide when you smiled brightly before he stumbled back a step as if he were in shock.
âHey!â you exclaimed a bit too excitedly, happy to see another person.
âHi,â he whispered breathlessly.
A small smile formed on his face that only caused you to grin in response.
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youâre now my new friend so im gonna complain about some fansđ€đ€đ€
THE OTHER THING I WANT TO TALK ABOUT IS tim isnât weak????? its canon damian says âdrake is stronger than i like to admitâ or something like that but the idea is that tim is canonically strong i mean cmon heâs a bat??? i saw something that another writer wrote and i really donât want to disrespect but she(?) wrote something like tim couldnât do the âjacked and kindâ trend. HE CAN HE HAVE TO IF HE COULD NOT HOW CAN HE BE A BAT HE HAVE TO BE STRONG
and heâs really smart like i donât even now how to say it but its conan bruce think tim can even be smarter than him and damian says tim is the smartest!!!
i mean i get it tim isnât the most popular robin but heâs really great but tiktok and tumblr makes him look like an idiot whoâs just soft??? HE IS NOT his story is really interesting if you just read instead of making him look like some weak thing.
and bcz of the misinformation people just donât like timđđđđ
and i donât even want to talk about coffee addiction LIKE PLS STOP THIS MADNESS
ps:i probably made grammer mistakes sorryđđŒ AND i would like to send some asks when im more awakeđđđ itâs 3am rn
Donât worry about it ahaha. Me and grammatical errors are like this đ€đ». Also, if youâre comfortable with it, letâs be moots đ. I honestly need more people to yap with about Tim.
and yes ofc! Feel free to send more asks about Tim whenever u wish :)
Now, onto what you said. YES, YES, AND YES AGAIN. Thank you! Iâm going to be honest here, I think Timâs mischaracterization as âweakâ boils down to the fact that many people see him as a twinkâŠâŠ. The amount of art, both drawn and written, where he is depicted as this frail little thing that canât think for himself and is weak and shy is too big. I mean, are we looking at the same character?
When I see people butchering Timâs character, itâs clear to me that they havenât read the comics. Iâm not saying you need to read ALL of themâthatâs just absurd considering the number of runs there are. Just the main ones could be beneficial. You know, having a general idea about the character.
He was trained by Bruce (and we know Bruceâs training is anything but easy), Nightwing and lastly, Lady Shiva herself. He has mastered many unarmed styles of fighting, including Leopard Kung Fu, Savate, Judo, Capoeira, Karate, Dragon Kung Fu, and Bojutsu.
He might not be a tank like Jason (side note: letâs remember Jason is the way he is thanks to the Lazarus Pit, because he was malnourished growing up, which stunted his growth). Just because Tim isnât ripped and has a leaner build doesnât mean he is weak. Nor does it mean he is stupid. His IQ is 142, and he is cited as the most analytical of Batmanâs proteges, with detective skills on par with Batman himself. Like you said, BRUCE HIMSELF says he believes Tim is smarter than him in some ways.
And on the coffee addictionâthatâs so funny to me because, if Iâm not wrong, he drank coffee ONE time in canon, someone made it his personality, and everyone ran with it đ.
I just canât. Honestly, Tim is a skater boy. A punk at heart, who listens to bands like Oasis and Green Day. He is absolutely obsessive at times, loud and opinionated. He is a child prodigy and grew up rather isolated. Then his mother died. He and his father got into deep arguments because of his job as Robin. He stopped, then started again. His father died, and he found his fatherâs dead body while wearing his Robin uniform. He escaped Bruce for about a month, forging a fake adoption certificate from a FAKE uncle he made up because he didnât want to be taken in by Bruce.
He feels like he is a burden and still keeps that sentiment, which was incremented when Damian joined the family and took his spot as Robin, leaving Tim feeling hopeless. He became Red Robin, lost his best friend (or something more) and went absolutely insane trying to clone him. He canât handle loss for shit. The same thing happened in his Red Robin run where he ignored both Nightwing and Steph, who tried to stop him from following his unhinged plan of finding Bruce, who was presumed dead but Tim thought was alive. To save his loved ones, he willingly jumped from a building while injured, almost dying.
This, in my eyes, is anything but weak.
He is my unhinged bisexual gremlin. Love him so much
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