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Theater Kids At Pride

And here it is! The last part of the saga! Enjoy, the theater kids are ready for Pride! @artzychic27 @imsparky2002

Recess

Science

Akuma

Missy: The ACE Shark Warrior🦈

She/Her, AroAce

Proudly showing off her shark teeth to the world, uses them to freak out protestors

Cosplays as Sharkboy and has learned the entire “Dream Dance”

Shark buddies with Austin Q, and they geek out together

Takes the time to patch up people who get hurt dealing with protestors. She has bandages and wraps in the colors of various Pride Flags

Everyone calls her “The Battle Nurse”

She’s beaten up too many attempted drink-druggers to count, she can see the signs from a mile away

Wears her ACE flag around her head like a bandana

Has led ‘raids’ on protestor groups

Jesse: Protect The Baby at All Costs!👶🏽

He/Him, Bisexual

This precious shy boy comes out of his shell during Pride, and it’s glorious

He lets Eri do his makeup and he looks absolutely gorgeous, has everybody simping. He always paints Bi Flag Hearts on his cheeks

Is Adrien’s brother in constantly getting distracted by things and wandering off. It sends the other 2/3 of the Broadway Baby Trio into a panic every time

Mylene: HE WAS JUST NEXT TO ME! WHERE THE HELL DID HE GO?!/Jean: I TOLD YOU NOT TO LOOK AWAY FROM HIM AROUND THE SPARKLY STUFF! HE HAS NO IMPULSE CONTROL!

Will get up on stage and belt a Broadway tune on a moment’s notice. People are shook by how powerful this boy’s voice is

Will occasionally cosplay as his favorite characters, he stunned everyone with an amazing Fizzarolli cosplay. (He even sang 2 Minutes Notice!)

Can occasionally convince Anthony to sing with him, and it’s amazing

Ayesha: The Pansexual Sunbeam☀️

She/Her, Pansexual

Dresses like a walking Pan flag, Marinette made her a bedazzled cape

She carries around WAY too much glitter, she becomes a walking disco ball

Her anthems are “The Smile Song” and “Raining Sunshine”

Endless hugs for the kids who had to sneak out of their houses, she’s adopted 12 at this point

Always leaves the parade with at least three dates lined up, people just can’t resist her

Eating ALL the Skittles. They’re the gayest candy.

Makes Chibi animatics of all her friends at Pride, they’re adorable

Everybody is hot, so she’s constantly simping

Dot: I Made the Schedule, and We Will (Maybe) Follow It!⏱️

She/Her, Demiromantic Bisexual

Wears a Bisexual pin on her lapel, and ties her hair back with a demiromantic flag. She keeps it professional

This girl can rock a brightly colored pantsuit

Promoted to parent friend since Candace and Soo-Yeon are off duty. Everyone has their GPS on!

This close to buying one of those rope-handhold chains for kindergartners

Unintentionally making all the girls simp because she’s so tall and gorgeous

Has bags full of healthy snacks that she knows each of her classmates like. They still need to keep up their nutrition

Somehow knows what everyone is up to and keeps them from getting in trouble

Petra: Let’s Paint The Town Gay🎨

She/They, Demigirl, Aromantic Pansexual

How can one human being wear so many colors?

Does a caricature booth every year, and is insanely popular

Occasionally helps Nath at his facepainting booth

Gives out rainbow bead necklaces and bracelets because they have an endless supply

Has been going to Pride with her dads since birth, and fell in love with it

Paints Pride murals for various businesses throughout the month

Will throw glitter paint at protesters if they won’t shut up

Is an absolutely amazing wingwoman and can get you a date in minutes

Anais: The Mad ScientACE🧪

She/They/It, Demigirlflux, AroAce

Makes smoke bombs that explode in the colors of different Pride flags

Hair died in AroAce colors, sticking out in all directions

Cosplays as Mad Scientists from various forms of media, especially anime. Dr. Franken Stein was a favorite!

Goes completely nuts, this is the one time of the year they don’t burden themselves with what her mom thinks

Supplies all the energy drinks, no one knows where it found ones with THAT much caffeine

Will go full LGBTQIA scientist on any ignorant protesters who are stupid enough to approach her

Roxie: The Asskicking Theyby We Should All Fear👊🏼

They/Them, Pansexual

Has knuckledusters in the colors of the pansexual and nonbinary flags and is not afraid to use them

Gets into fistfights with violent protesters daily, and sends them running away with their asses thoroughly kicked

Gets so flustered whenever someone flirts with them, because why does this happen so often?

Has too many shirts that threaten TERFs to count. Some people say they can turn one to stone with a glare

Can and will benchpress anything

Once vandalized a protester’s car after they tried to assault a trans boy, nobody ever figured out it was them

Has been adopted by the Dykes on Bikes

Anthony: The Shadow of Gayness🌑

He/Him, Gay, Demon of the shadows

Scaring the everloving shit out of protesters with a single stare

Still decked out in black, but he’ll add a rainbow scarf, and some colorful makeup

Simps so hard over his boyfriend singing

Will deck anyone who looks at Jesse the wrong way

When protesters accuse him of being a ‘Satanist’, he responds “Yes, and?”

Will carry his boyfriend at any opportunity

His anthem is anything Evanescence

Writes super morbid and gay poetry, the goth drag queens have claimed him as their own

Eri: The Witch You Could Not Burn🔥

She/Her Polyromantic Pansexual, Witch

Decked out in a full gothic ballgown accented by Pan flags wherever possible, including a full on velvet cloak of one

Does the class’ makeup, and everyone absolutely slays

Reenacts famous scenes from gothic theater, the Drag Queens adore this girl

Has called down hexes on protesters, who swore they actually heard thunder…and some of their houseplants died

Fog also appears around her out of nowhere, as do cats. She might actually be a witch

Adopting all the lil goth pride kids, she has an army now

Every once in a while, she’ll pull a Shining twins act with Anthony to scare some people

Knows any and all Hex Girls songs by heart and will sing them if she so pleases

She’s cosplayed as each member

Candace: Mom-Friend off Duty, return all kids to Dad-Friend📣

She/Her, Heteroromantic Asexual

The one time of the year she’s not the responsible one, and she’s making it everyone’s problem.

Has pompoms, hair ribbons, and face paint in the ACE flag colors.

Death drops and round-offs are ✨flawless✨

Brings a megaphone and makes up cheers to taunt protesters

Candace: 2, 4, 6, 8, only pricks and douchebags hate! 4, 3, 2, 1! Your wife is here, she’s having fun! GOOOOO, fuck yourselves!

The Drag Queens have unofficially adopted her

She will buy you a binder no matter the cost. She’ll buy anything within reason for you, really.

Eats WAY too much cake and drinks WAY too much soda

Soo-Yeon: Nope, Dad on break, too. Kids, go find the babysitter!🏀

He/Him, Biromantic Asexual

Proudly wearing a Jason Collins jersey, signed by the man himself

Victoria is willing to pay him for just the opportunity to touch it

Has a basketball in ACE flag colors, and has a TikTok account of him doing trick shots

He has over 3k followers

Drinking all the OJ, he loves that shit

Looming ominously over protesters

Will carry you on his shoulders so you can see the floats

Has cussed out a TERF in furious Korean, and thrown a perfectly aimed basketball at their head

Margo: There’s Enough Love for Everybody!💞

She/Her, Lesbian, Polyamorous

WILL wear her lesbian flag sweater no matter how hot it is

Passes out hand-knitted scarves in the colors of various Pride flags

Can hold multiple people on her shoulders at once, Reshma and Lacey both simp

Part of the Disney Princess Cosplay Squad, she blew everyone away with Elsa

Can throw a protester out the club while never losing the same happy smile

Has a DIY crafts channel where she makes Pride accessories, she has over 5k followers.

Gives possibly the warmest hugs in the entire world, open to anyone who asks

Staci: The Sane One…Until Caffeine😈

She/Her, Trans Girl, AroAce

Relatively calm and stable…until she downs about four of Anais’ energy drinks

She becomes Ismael’s sister in the Trans forces of chaos

She sneaks onto at least five floats, and pelts protesters with water balloons from a high vantage point

An absolute menace in the glitter wars, no one is safe

Has stolen TERFs’ car keys and will do it again if she feels like it

Hugging all the trans kids that had to sneak out. She’s TP’d a few homophobic parents’ houses

Parker: Troops, We March At Dawn!🪖

She/Her, Demiromantic and Demisexual

Whipping out all her self-defense and combat training on unruly protesters. She is now universally feared

Demi Flag colored camo all day every day

Brings her three massive dogs, Chief, Sarge and Boone, with Pride flag camo bandanas, and everyone fusses over them

No one on the planet can beat her in a push-up contest. No one

Teaches self defense to the kids at Pride. Everyone should know how to fight back

Mini glitter grenades. Don’t ask where she got them

Brecken: The Queerest Cowboy in the West🤠

He/Him, Bisexual

Making an impossible number of people simp with his accent

His cowboy hat is the colors of the bisexual flag, as are his cowboy boots and oversized belt buckle

Has lassoed some asshole protestors before and will do it again

Also has everybody simping over his muscles, he tears his sleeves every year

Will carry (or benchpress) anyone if they ask

Simping so hard over his GF, tells anyone and everyone he’s dating her

Has done drag, absolutely slayed

Has also been coming to Pride since birth, with his moms

Nearly died of happiness when someone brought a mechanical bull

Hugs for everybody, all you need to do is ask

Aggie: Lesbian William Wallace⚔️

She/Her, Sword/any weapon really Lesbian

Aggie: They may take my life…BUT THEY WILL NEVER TAKE MY LOVE FOR WOMEN!

Paints her face Highland Warrior style with the colors of the lesbian flag

Cusses out protestors in Gaelic and chases them with her club (Don’t ask where she got an actual club)

Wowing crowds and making people simp with skateboard stunts that defy the laws of physics

Gets into a parkour competition with at least four other people

Once brought a picture of her uncle and brought home at least twelve new numbers for him. It’s actually how Rohan met his boyfriend.

Also making people simp with her accent

Merida is her queen and you know she’s done the cosplay, complete with a giant stuffed bear

Simps every time a tall and pretty girl walks by

Mona: The Knight Who Says “Gaaaay!”🛡️

She/They, Demigirl, Pansexual

Lets her closet medieval obsession come out full force

Comes out in a full suit of armor with a Pan flag cape, and chases protestors in their wheelchair with a lance

Dropping Monty Python quotes left and right

Makes video compilations of all her friends at Pride every year

‘Accidentally’ running over TERF’s feet with her wheels

Thinks it’s the cutest when little kids ask them questions about the chair

Constantly getting lost because she zoned out or was busy daydreaming

Cosplaying as gay movie icons

Evie: The Bisexual Siren We All Want but Can’t Have🎤

She/Her, Bisexual

Belting out gay power ballads with the voice of an angel and the confidence of Lady Gaga

People seriously cry when this girl sings and she’s been offered and asked to do countless gigs and shows

Every year she wears a bejeweled Jalisco dress in the colors of the Bi flag, of course with a matching parasol, which she uses to fend off protestors

When she’s not slapping them with her gloves

No one messes with her man. If anyone tries to hit on Brecken, she will walk right up and kiss him. And won’t stop until they leave

Cusses out protesters in the calmest but most vicious Spanish ever, never once losing her composure no matter how pissed she is

Can flamenco in six inch heels, like an absolute queen

Turning people down left and right, but really nice about it…provided they’re respectful

Eloise: It All Adds Up to Queer🧮

She/Her, Biromantic Asexual

Whipping out statistics on idiot protesters like it’s no one’s business

Gets into a fierce Just Dance competition every year, and always wins

Cosplays as video game characters, especially anything from Kingdom Hearts

Usually has a bag full of gaming consoles, in case she gets overwhelmed

Always wearing a shirt with an LGBTQIA math pun, she owns more than she probably should

Is shockingly savage with people who get on her nerves

Makes sure her friends don’t go over budget

BONUS!!! Ondine: Your Buff Bisexual Mermaid Dream Come True🧜🏼‍♀️

She/Her, Bisexual

Winner of too many muscle flexing competitions to count

Woe to anyone who tries to arm wrestle this girl

Constantly making girls swoon by lifting heavy stuff

Will carry anyone if it looks like they’re tired

Slaying on the arms of her boyfriend and Queer Platonic Partner. (She and Kim take turns carrying Max bridal style)

Once cosplayed as Ariel, and six people fainted

The Cult of the Buff Mermaid Goddess may or may not exist

If any protester tries to touch her, they get thrown across the road

Has an amazing voice, and will belt out a Disney song if she so chooses

People would die just to be hugged by her

Hope you enjoyed the wonderful gayness! Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

#miraculous ladybug #theater kids #happy pride 🌈#lgbtqia #Headcanons

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your-sweet-cookies · 2 years ago

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16, 17, 18, 19, 20 and 21

16:I’ll love you if

I will always love you no matter what, my beloved! I told you already, I love you just the way you are and for who you are, so there's no need to set conditions for my love!*kisses*

17:Someone you miss

Someone I miss as in a short time period or long time period? Well, I guess I'll answer both. Short time period since I last saw them: You my dear, I miss you every time we have to part ways and stay separated! I feel like a part of my heart gets separated from me every time we have to say goodbye! Long time period since I last saw them: Probably my deceased grandmother on my mother's side. She was a very kind person and some of my best childhood memories were with her. The crystal necklace I am always wearing is the last gift I got from her before she parted from the world of the living.

18:Most traumatic experience

*Sigh* I guess it's only fair I answer this since I did press you on to answering similar questions in the invasive question prompts... Well, bullying has been a very traumatizing part of my past, but if we're going to talk about 'the most traumatic experience', that would have to be that incident.

Guess we're talking about that incident, huh? Fine! In sixth grade my class had decided to organize a school play as part of the summer festival that year. We were going to play Snow White and The Seven Dwarves and since this was a mandatory activity in which all class had to contribute, we were all forced to do auditions for the various roles in the play and God knows how, but I had the misfortune to be chosen for the main role, Snow White. I assume it was because of my naturally long black hair, at the time, stunning black eyes and naturally pale skin, but the fact that I landed the role managed to anger very much the 'star of the class', the most popular girl, whom we'll call H, because I can't mention her full name due to legal reasons you'll understand later on. H already made my life a living hell every day because she only found pleasure and entertainment into tormenting others, but this time around, her 'failure' against me had darkened her mind with rage soo much that that day she decided she'll do the worst thing she could come up with to get back at me. So, after classes that day, being aware that I'll be alone in the class since I was the student on duty for the day, she cornered me in the empty classroom along with her 2 chalices and began her diabolical plan. Since my looks were the reason I got the part, she was going to 'make sure' that I won't be worthy any more to even try playing Snow White and for that she was going to use a very sharp pair of scissors... I'll spare you the grim details, but in short, her big 'plan' was to chop my hair until it was going to be a crazy tangled ugly mess and scar my face and body with deep cuts that won't heal in time for the play. With the hair, she succeeded, but when she was about to go on and start cutting my flesh, all I remember was that I felt extremely scared, sad, terrified and... ENRAGED to no return! Things went black and the next thing I remember were screams, the color of blood painting my hands and the white shirt of my sailor uniform and the sound of sirens echoing in the distance.*takes a deep breath* The police report said that I had a 'manic incontrollable episode' and I savagely assaulted my classmate with the pair of scissors, doing to her what she wanted to do to me. And that's that. The only good thing that came from that whole thing was that I finally discovered that I wasn't that weak and defenseless as I thought I was... I had finally discovered my inner strength and the power to fight back and from that point onward, I never let anyone bully or victimize me ever again. And hey, I guess this is the origin story for my love of blades too... The sharp edges of those scissors felt soo good and natural in my hand, like an extension of my body, that blades became my preferred choice of weapon.

19:A fact about your personality

I've already answered this question, but I guess another fact won't do any harm: I am extremely loyal and devoted. If I said I won't leave your side until death takes me away, then that's that. You could call it a life oath.

20:What I hate most about myself

In the past I loathed my weakness and how scared and incapable I was to do anything to save myself from the hell I was living in. Nowadays, I guess the only thing I might dislike about myself is my self-doubt, since I feel like I'm never enough and that I am not worthy of what I love because I am not good enough.

21:What I love most about myself

Besides that small defect of self-doubt, I like everything about me. I actually learnt to love and accept myself for who I am, the way I am. But maybe the thing I love most are my honesty and pure feelings.

#aib rp #aib roleplay #alice in borderland roleplay #alice in borderland rp #aib oc #niragixpsych #ask kukki #tw mentions of violence and blood

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dimpleddaydreams · 3 years ago

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The Bath House [Part IV] (King!Yoongi x Reader)

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut Characters: King!Yoongi, Servant!Jungkook, Queen!Reader Warnings: Alcohol use/intoxication, sexual themes. Rating: 18+ Word Count: 3k Previous Chapter: (x) A/N: Again, thank you all so much for the nice replies to this story! Here is part four, part five will be posted soon! Thank you again for reading, I really hope you enjoy. xx

Jungkook was woken by the sound of heavy clanks, metal hitting concrete. His eyes wide open, he dresses himself quickly, throwing his hair back and going out to the court yard. Soldiers abound, walking and chatting, swords clashing in practice. Men in uniform gathering supplies, preparing to depart when the sun comes up to show itself fully.

His eyes wander up to the balcony, where he sees you. You watched over the soldiers’ activities with a look of sorrow on your face. Your hair down and slightly tousled, a long, silk, pink robe wrapped around your body, and a fan in your hands. Jungkook goes to throw a hand up to greet you, but stops himself when he sees Yoongi enter from the side onto the balcony.

Yoongi comes up to you and takes your hand, bringing it up to his lips to plant an apologetic kiss on your skin. Jungkook averts his eyes as Yoongi places his arms around your waist, pulling you in for a kiss before resting his forehead on yours, whispering sweet words in an attempt to comfort you. He spins you around so that you’re facing the court yard, wrapping his arms around you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder before tickling your neck with soft kisses.

“All of these men, leaving with me to protect our home… to protect you.” Yoongi whispered to you.

You said nothing, afraid that if words fall from your lips, tears from your eyes would soon follow. You heard your husband sigh, giving you one last kiss, one last squeeze of you in his arms, and one last ‘I love you’ before walking away, a lingering coldness taking the place of his warm touch.

Yoongi went down onto the courtyard, his eyes meeting Jungkook’s. He nodded to the younger man before making his way to his advisors who would be joining him on his travels. Jungkook looked back up at you, your sorrowed eyes fixed on your husband. He knew you were scared for Yoongi’s life, and scared of a suddenly uncertain future.

You were then joined by Ji-Soo, who gave you a soft smile and locked her arm around yours.

“He will be safe, my queen.” She said. “Steady your heart, do not worry over such things.”

You nodded, fanning yourself as you watched your husband prepare his horse. Yoongi steadied the creature, before taking one last look at you, his expression soft.

“WAIT!” You screamed from the balcony, Yoongi staring at you, pained and shocked at your sudden outburst. Every soldier, servant and advisor in the courtyard gawked at you but you paid them no attention as you ran down the steps onto the courtyard, tears rushing down your cheeks. Jungkook hung his head, his heart breaking from your sudden expression of pain.

You ran to Yoongi, who took you into his arms and attempted to calm you to no avail. His hands smoothing your hair, shushing you softly.

“You can’t leave, you just can’t….” You pleaded. “If something happens, Yoongi, I can’t… I don’t know what I’ll do… I just…” You attempted to find words in between your sobs, your breath escaping you.

Yoongi felt his heart shatter. He tightened his grip on you.

“My everything…” He whispered, his hands cupping your face. “My perfect angel… my queen… You must be strong, this is only for a moment.”

“How long of a moment?” You sniffled, causing him to chuckle softly. Yoongi reached down onto his chest, reminding you of the pendant on his necklace that he wore every day; a golden hibiscus flower. You smiled through your tears, tracing over the petals with your finger, the memories rushing back to your mind.

Two Years Earlier…

“Yoongi?” You called out for your husband-to-be, wandering through the palace gardens to find him. You found your way over to the koi pond, where you saw Yoongi standing on the bridge above the colorful fish. He greeted you with a warm smile, motioning you to come over.

“I have something to show you, my love.” He said. He pulled down on his garment slightly, revealing a golden hibiscus necklace.

“Mugunghwa… They’re beautiful.” You complimented.

“I believe that they’re reminiscent of you.” He said gently, smiling at your confused expression. “They’re beautiful flowers, they always thrive wherever they are planted. My mother once told me that they are symbols of eternity.”

You nodded at Yoongi’s explanation, trying to understand.

“I requested that my best craftsmen create this for me, so that I have you near me always.” Yoongi said, taking your hand. “Your beauty, my eternal love for you… It is a representation of these things.”

You felt tears form in your eyes as you wrapped yourself around Yoongi, feeling his arms come up to hold you.

“To think in a few short days, I’ll take your hand in marriage here in these gardens, and we can be together, always…” Yoongi whispered to you. “… My little flower.”

Yoongi gave you a soft kiss, bringing you back to reality.

“I will be back. I swear it.” He promised. “I love you.”

You nodded, looking around to all the eyes watching you. You saw that the sun was fully up, and your heart broke, knowing that it was time for departure.

You watched as Yoongi mounted his horse, steading himself before leading those going out of the palace gates. His advisors, a handful of both men and women servants, and his soldiers following on their horses. Your hands shaking as the gate to the courtyard shuts behind the last of his men, you believed your knees were about to give out.

Ji-Soo was quick to be by your side, grabbing your arm and escorting you out of the courtyard, making your way back to your bedroom. A group of women servants followed you into the palace, ready to help you dress yourself and prepare for the day ahead.

Jungkook watched as you disappeared into the palace, standing alone in the abnormal silence of the courtyard.

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Jungkook made his way back into his quarters, noting an unfamiliar garment and a note had been placed on his bed. He walked over, taking the note in his hands.

Something for you, appropriate for your newfound authority. A gift from the king.

His brows furrowed as he held up the black robe outerwear. Silk and soft to the touch, it was a luxury that Jungkook had been unfamiliar to receiving throughout his time as a servant. He slipped it on, admiring how its tailoring and feel before walking out of his room.

His mind went straight to you, wondering what you were occupying yourself with. He began to walk through the palace, smelling the scent of Ara’s cooking float through the air from the kitchen. The rumbling of servant and guardsmen echoed throughout the palace grounds as they went about their day, and finally, he saw you.

You were in the gardens, arm in arm with Ji-Soo. A smile across your face as you stood on the bridge with her, giggling over the fish you were feeding in the pond below you.

Jungkook walked over to you, and as your eyes met, you gave him a smile.

“Hello, my queen.” He greeted with a bow. “Hello, to you as well, Ji-Soo. I hope I am not interrupting.”

“Not at all.” Ji-Soo responded. “As a matter of fact, I should offer my assistance to Ara in the kitchen. She may be low on staff, now that so many have left this morning.”

Ji-Soo gave a bow to you, before leaving you with Jungkook.

“May I?” He asked, looking to your arm.

You nodded, wrapping your arm around his, allowing him to lead you on your stroll.

“How are you feeling, your highness?” He asked, his voice low with concern. “I’m worried about you, after what a state you were in this morning in the court yard.”

“I am doing better.” You said. “Be honest with me, Jungkook… did I embarrass myself? I shouldn’t have caused such a scene.”

Jungkook stopped, looking at you. “No, not at all. You are hurting, my queen, it is perfectly acceptable to act on that pain.”

“Yoongi is right, I need to be strong.” You said.

“If I may say, your highness, denying your emotions is no show of strength.” Jungkook said, looking into your eyes. “You must acknowledge them. Allow yourself to feel whatever it is you’re feeling, and feel it fully. That is a great source of guidance and intuition.”

There was a pause. Looking into Jungkook’s eyes, you finally saw the sparkle, what Ji-Soo had described to you in the market.

“Everyone sees the stars in his eyes when he looks at you.”

“Such wise words for a servant.” You said, turning away from his gaze, feeling your cheeks turn slightly red. “Is this why my husband chose you to look after this place?”

Jungkook laughed lightly, but said nothing in response.

“I do ask that you take my words to heart, your highness.” He said. “Dismissing how you feel is never the correct path. That will only cause you greater pain later on.”

You nodded in agreement, as you followed his lead, continuing your stroll.

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Later that evening, it was time for what you had feared the most; to be alone in your bedroom.

You kept requesting that your servants bring you wine, just as an excuse to not be left alone. But now it’s late, everyone has gone to bed for the night. The moon shining over the palace grounds and your bedroom was cold. Yoongi’s absence becoming maddening obvious each time you reached for him in your drunken state.

Tears began to fill your eyes as you stumbled out of bed, pacing around the room for anything that could distract you. You reached for the carved wooden box containing some of Yoongi’s items, accidentally knocking it to the ground. You dropped down to the floor to rummage through your husband’s things.

An assortment of papers, writings that he had stored for various reasons, along with goods you had found for him in the marketplace; beads, beautifully crafted textiles and little important luxuries. Your eye was then drawn to a small but expertly done painting. The vibrant colors catching your attention, as you reached for it and looked closely at it in your blurry vision.

It was a painted portrait of you and the king, standing in the garden, your fingers intertwined. Dressed formally, your hair was in a bun, the jade comb your husband had gifted you in your locks.

This is our wedding day. You thought to yourself.

The two of you were looking at each other, love in your eyes. As your eyes wandered through the portrait, you looked at Yoongi, and your eyes widened as you saw the golden hibiscus necklace around his neck; a detail the artist made sure to note.

You clung the portrait to your chest, and began to sob. Your breath shaky, and your hands trembling around the portrait that your husband had stored away to keep safe. It felt as though your world was being torched, and no rain would be there to put out the flames until Yoongi came marching through the palace gates, safe and sound.

The door to your bedroom flung open, and you looked up to see Jungkook, a look of concern on his face.

“Your highness, are you alright?” He asked. “I heard your cries, please, let me help you up.”

He brought you to your feet, and instinctively took you in his arms. His warmth radiating from him, bringing you a healing comfort.

His eyes widened, surprised to feel your arms wrap around him in response.

“Is there anything that I can do to soothe your pain?” Jungkook asked, his voice so soft you could barely hear him. “Anything at all, I will do it for you.”

You paused for a moment, thinking to yourself.

“Will you take me to the bath house, Jungkook? I need to soak to clear my head… I can’t stand being alone in this room any longer.”

“Yes, of course. Let me call your servants, the ladies will be here quickly and-”

“No, don’t wake them, Jungkook.” You said. “Let them rest, it has been a difficult day for them, as well. Just take me there, I beg.”

Jungkook sighed and bit his lip, thinking of Yoongi’s anger if he was here, seeing his wife nude with another man in the bath house. But he knew of his orders, to make sure you were taken care of, given everything you need. If this was your request, his orders were to obey.

Jungkook took your hand, interlocking his fingers into yours, and led you out of the palace, through the gardens. Moonlight guiding your path, the soft sound of insects in the cool night air as you made your way through the flowers.

He opened the door, allowing you in. He turned his back to you and lit enough candles so that you could see, but not draw attention to the building; just enough to radiate a warm glow.

As he turned around to face you, you had already removed your bed linens, getting into the water.

Jungkook felt himself hold his breath, praying that you did not notice his stare. He took in your beauty, your curves and your soft skin, as you relaxed yourself in the waters of the bath.

“Won’t you join me, Jungkook?” You asked. Jungkook felt as though his heart stopped for a brief moment.

“My queen… I think you have had a bit too much wine tonight. I don’t think it would be appropriate…”

“Oh, come now, Jungkook. I’m not asking you to be a man in my bed.” You scoffed, your drunken state showing itself. “Besides, it’s nothing that you haven’t seen before.”

He felt heat come to his cheeks at your words. His gaze fixated on you, your pleading eyes full of inebriated sorrow at the absence of Yoongi. Jungkook sighed, fully knowing how weak he was for you, especially in this state. He’d give you anything to take away your pain.

You watched as Jungkook began to undress, giving into you. His toned body being uncovered as he removed each garment, revealing a tattoo-covered arm that took you by surprise. As his arms were always covered in his servant attire, you had never noticed the black pictures that marked his skin. He found his way in the water, sitting opposite from you, averting his eyes.

“I never knew you had inked your skin.” You said, looking at his arm. “When did you have that done?”

“Different times, your highness.” Jungkook responded, finally giving in to look at you. “Each one done separately, to create a completed story.”

“And what story is that?” You ask.

“My story, I suppose.” He said with a grin. “Each one is personal to me.”

“May I take a closer look?” You asked. He felt his heart beat quicken, but he nodded in agreement to your request.

You came closer to him, the sound of the waters’ movements echoing throughout the room. You delicately touched his arm, outlining the shapes with your finger, feeling his muscles relax under your touch. Looking up, you met his gaze, eyes filled with those stars that you saw earlier, though somehow, shining more brightly for you.

You continued to admire the artistry pierced into his body, before you paused, staring at one that caught your attention above all others.

A hibiscus flower. Identical to the pendant on Yoongi’s necklace.

“Jungkook…” You said, removing your touch from his arm, looking in his starry eyes. “May I ask you something?”

“Anything…” He whispered, his eyes soft.

“On our stroll through the garden today, you advised me not to dismiss my feelings. You said I must acknowledge them, feel them fully…” You paused, a brief moment of hesitation. “Do you ever dismiss yours?”

A frown presented itself on Jungkook’s face, a brief moment of sadness in his eyes.

“If we are speaking freely… I dismiss my emotions every day, my queen.” He said gently, his hands finding yours under the water, slowly giving you light touches. “From the moment the sun greets me in the morning, to the moment my head meets my pillow at night.”

“And how you warned about the pain that may cause… Are you familiar with that pain?” You asked.

The room was silent, only interrupted by the subtle motion of the water. Jungkook was in front of you, the soft touches on your hand evolving into his fingers interweaving with yours. A look of tender yearning in his gaze, saying what he knew his tongue would not.

But you understood.

You slowly brought yourself to him, and placed a soft kiss on his lips. You could feel him smile, parting his lips slightly to invite you in. His hands cautiously placed themselves on your waist, before caressing up your curves, daring to brush against your breasts before taking them in his hands as his tongue tasted you. You felt yourself weak to his touch, letting out a soft moan.

As if awakening from a dream, his doe-eyes opened widely, pulling away from you suddenly.

“I... I apologize, your highness.” He stuttered. He removed himself from the water, and began drying himself, his movements frantic. “You have enjoyed your wine tonight, and I should not have acted inappropriately, taking advantage of you in this state…” He said, his voice laced in remorse.

“Jungkook…”

“Please, my queen, let me escort you back to your bedroom.” Jungkook said, cutting you off.

You felt saddened as you exited the tub, dressing yourself while Jungkook’s head was hung, his lip between his teeth, biting nervously.

On your way back to the palace, not a word was said, no touches were had. Jungkook opened your bedroom door for you as you walked in, trying to meet his eyes, if only he would let you.

“My deepest apologies, truly.” Jungkook finally spoke. “Sleep well, my queen.”

With that, the door was shut. The coldness crept back into your room. Yoongi’s items still lay on the floor, but you did not have the energy to pick them up. Your mind racing, your heart somehow aching more than before. You crawled into bed, and allowed your body to collapse underneath the sheets. x

Part V: (x)

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babyyweebbitch · 4 years ago

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Please stay with me — Remake

Soo I reread the one I did before and I wanted to remake it because it wasn’t as good (heres the first one) I hope I can make this one better 😭😭 Also, grab tissues. I made this TOO sad

TW // death ; blood ; funeral ; severe depression & relapse

summary: Chris Redfield and his wife were on a mission a seven months after Piers’ death. His wife has been Captain of their team ever since that day.

Seven months ago Piers Nivans died in order to save Chris’ life and for the BSAA. Chris was still fucked up after that day and he thinks about it almost every day. He took a break from the BSAA since his wife made him. It wasn’t a very long one though, he missed being at work, he missed his coworkers and he missed her

Chris resigned as Captain and let his wife replace him. It was a very emotional day not not only for her and Chris but for the entire BSAA because they’ve never had a woman as Captain before. She was a good captain probably even better than Chris. Despite her height, weight and basically being the youngest on that team at 28. She was undoubtedly the best captain in years

Her team along with Chris were on a mission. Their mission was to take out the enemy, find three hostages and disable the bombs set in the building “Okay men… we’re gonna be splitting into three teams since there’s a lot of us here. Team A; Corey, John and Andrew. Your job is to find out where the bombs are and disable them as quickly as possible.”

“Yes ma’am!” The three went off to do their job as told

“Team B; Phil, Jean and Mark, you’re in charge of finding and getting the hostages to safety out of this building. You three can split up, stay together I don’t care. As long as your job is done”

“Ma’am” the three left

She turned to Eric and Chris who were standing together “what a coincidence, you two are with me.” She said with a slight smile on her face, walking ahead of the two Eric leaned over to Chris “She’s so cool…” Chris thought of Finn the moment he said that, he couldn’t help but to smile and look at him “I know…”

“Stop standing around we have a mission you know!” She yelled out to the two of them. Chris and Eric quickly made their way to the door the enemies were behind, Chris was silent the entire time before he was quickly checked back into reality with a pat on the shoulder “you okay? We need you fully here for this” his wife said as he looked down at her and nodded “yeah I’m okay…”

Chris, his wife and Eric all prepared as the door was blown open and guns were firing. The three did take cover just in time. After about five minutes of gun fire and fighting it finally stopped, thinking they had all the enemies taken care of they all stood up “good job! We did it — Chris!” Y/N called out as she did catch a glimpse of an enemy that didn’t die somehow standing up and pointing their gun towards Chris.

She quickly ran towards Chris and pushed him out the way, for Chris it’s almost like everything was happening in slow motion. He had to process everything leading up to that moment. He heard a scream of pain when his head finally cleared, looking up to see his wife shot in the sternum and Eric shooting the enemy down

She started to fall and Chris caught her before she hit the floor, his eyes started filling up with tears as he looked at her “baby please… tell me this is a joke!”

She knew she was dying, her body felt so cold from the inside out she, she coughed before reaching into one of her many pokes on her pants “c��Chris… do me a favour okay? Please…. stay safe” she handed him her wedding ring, she never wore it during missions to avoid it getting broken, rusted or something. So she held it in her pocket where it was safe “I… feel so… cold”

Chris looked at the ring then at her “no don’t say that! You’re gonna be fine! You’re gonna be fine! Please stay with me!” He started crying, Eric stood by as Team B; Phil, Jean and Mark came in. They surprisingly finished the bomb quicker than expected “Captain w—“ Mark was starting to talk but he quickly stopped when he realised what was happening

“Guys… take care of him for me…” she struggled to talk. She looked up at Chris to see him crying, she lifted her Hand up to his cheek to wipe his tears one last time “no no… don’t cry hon… I’ll tell my parents you said hi… I love you..” Chris held onto her hand and his heart practically stopped the moment he felt her hand and body go heavy and her head fall back … she was dead now

“No…. Please come back! Please don’t go! Y/N!!!” He held her body close and just sobbed, Eric and team B were tearing up and trying to wipe their tears

It took a while to get Chris to let go of her body and let them put her on a stretcher and on the truck so they can go back. When they finally did everyone on the team was there. It took three guys to pry him off of her This was the first time they’ve ever seen him cry like this

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It’s been almost a month since she’s died, Chris looked horrible. He hasn’t shaved, left the house, he started drinking again and Claire had to clean him up at night since he wasn’t sober enough to even do it himself. The house looked like shit especially the room Chris and his wife shared

It was the day of the funeral and Chris was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at the picture of him and her on their wedding day back in 2007. He somehow managed to even get up that day and not drink. He showered that morning, got dressed in a suit and did his hair. He still didn’t shave though

Claire came in “Chris? You ready?” She asked. She had on a black dress on “I guess so…” Chris responded. He stood up and placed the picture down on the night stand and grabbed the necklace he had with his wife’s ring on it.

Claire fixed his tie and jacket before they left. Chris was always taking care of her when she was younger so now it was time for her to take care of her older brother “good. Let’s go” Claire let him walk in front of her to the car. She drove because one he couldn’t think straight enough to drive and he was completely hung over from drinking too much

After about a 45 minute drive they arrived to where her funeral was being held at. Everyone they knew was there, Leon, their BSAA team, Her family. It was hard for him to see her brother and sister at their older sisters funeral

The ceremony, the viewing and speeches all happened and Chris barely even got through his speech without crying

(Im so so so sorry for this next part)

Chris’ speech: “Y/N was an amazing person, she always took care of everyone, me, her siblings, our team, Claire… everyone. She put everyone before herself no matter who they were. She joined the BSAA not because of herself because of her parents death in Raccoon City. She promised them she would do something in any way to stop what happened in Raccoon from ever happening again. She treated our team like her family and even the rookies as her kids even if they were a few years younger then her. She was an even amazing person and wife. And I miss her dearly.”

There wasn’t a single dry eye in that room when Chris said his speech. After everything, everyone went inside to eat and talk.

Chris sat with Claire and Y/N’s siblings. He just picked at his food and stared at the plate. He was terrifyingly silent before Leon came over “hey Chris… how are you holding up?” Leon asked as he stared at Chris. He could tell how hard this has affected Chris. “I’m fine…”

“Chris… You need to eat. All you’ve done in the past month was drink, workout and cry… You need to at least eat something” Claire said “she wouldn’t want this… Her or Piers wouldn’t want you to be like this. Y/N would be yelling at you if she saw you picking at your food like this. We both know she would”

Chris’ eyes started to water once again before he spoke “I…. I know.. but I just miss her so much, Claire… we were gonna start a family together… she wanted to have kids and get a bigger house so we can have a big family… now I can’t have one because she’s the only person I wanted a family with…” Chris sighed softly as he wiped his eyes

“I miss her too… we all do…” Leon commented looking down at his plate. Chris eventually ended up eating his food and everyone left to go home. The entire drive home was deafening to the point you can hear a pin drop

When he got home he changed inside a fresh pair of clothes and he started to clean the house, starting with the bedroom and ending in the Kitchen. He cleaned it exactly how she’d like it and when he was finished around 3:32 am he sat on the couch and sighed

They were right… She would yell at him if she saw the way he was, how the house was when she died

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After a few years pass it’s before the entire Village situation. Every week since the funeral Chris visited her grave and just talked to her for a bit. On her birthday he spent almost half the day there, on new year’s he watched the fireworks by your gave.

He still hasn’t moved on since her death he can’t even get into another relationship with a woman since her death but it’s not like he can find anyone else like her… and honestly he didn’t want to.

IM SO FUCKING SORRY FOR MAKING THIS EVEN SADDER tbh tho I started tearing up writing this

#resident evil biohazard #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #resident evil 6 #Chris Redfield #chris redfield x reader #Chris Redfield angst #angst #reaident evil #resident evil angst #resident evil x reader #fem reader #if I’m being honest I cried 🧍🏾‍♀️

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damselofblueroses · 3 years ago

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The Name of The Rose

Summary: Your study-buddy Doh Kyungsoo comes with you for a long-awaited trip to Tokyo, Japan. There is a tension between you, however both of you decided to build a friendship instead of a relationship.

Chapter Summary: Kyungsoo takes you to a little noodle shop. Both of you were becoming aware of your own feelings, and during the dinner you were having some interesting conversations.

Content: Unestablished relationship, AU, Hurt/Comfort, Anger, Slight Violence, Emotional Complications and Healing.

Warnings: Well, the story contains NSFW/Smut, please minors do not continue.

Note: This story was inspired by D.O.’s album, Empathy, the album of 2021 in my opinion. It is an ongoing mini project, I planned to write it as a one-shot when I started, however I realized there are a lot to say about Empathy Era and I cannot stop shut my mouth, or prevent myself from writing… So, here we go.

Chapter Word Count: 6.7k

Chapter 2: The Hunter and the Goddess

You did not know how far Kyungsoo was planning to hold your hand like a treasure. You did not know if he was just enjoying the time then kick you out or he was going to change something between you, as holding hands or asking weird questions did not have a place in your relationship till now. What if he was planning something you never dare to think of? Maybe he’d encourage you to try new things since you were the one who telling that you were bored to death. What kind of new things was the first questions popped up in your mind, you knew Kyungsoo too well, that innocent school kid look was half true, he could put everyone in shame if he wanted to perform his charm and knowledge.

And you, unfortunately, knew that he was quite popular not only for his good-looking or his brain, but also some talents.

But you realized then that if he wanted to give you a demonstration, you would happily accept and let him to use those talents you really tried your best in order to keep yourself from questioning. If the man was Kyungsoo, you could be pathetically submissive and always eager to please him that you would do anything he wanted just to hear him telling you how good you were for him.

You exactly understood the assignment more than you asked for, the whole situation you were willingly putting yourself without an indicator was nothing but stupid, reckless, and risky to your mental and emotional health. There was a real threat ahead of you, if you were going to be over the moon and let yourself to dream the things you certainly could not reach, you would not overcome, and you were going to destroy your friendship with Kyungsoo.

Maybe that’s why you started to shake like stuck inside a blizzard. Kyungsoo sensed it, too. Maybe he thought it was very strange singe you were in the mid of fucking August and the weather was like a preparation room before entering to Hell, however he chose to keep his observation to himself, and he let your hand go.

You could scream.

God, you could scream so bad because of the loss of that bloody precious sensation.

Before you would say something, hell like you could do, he run his hand through your arm and drag you closer to his chest.

“It is about air conditioner.” he said, but in the blink of an eye all you could feel was the warmness, and how good his smell was. “And your little blue dress is literally little.”

His palm contacted your bare skin, the tip of his fingers were close to your neck, his touch was heavy, hot and it had you breathing a little bit faster than usual.

“Of course, my dress is little,” you attempted to save yourself from the misery. “I know it sounds impossible, but I am shorter even than you, Kyungsoo.”

“So funny you are.” the sudden look he gave you made your stomach flipped. “Sometimes I feel like I have to teach you not crossing my limits, I am a man after all.”

“What are you going to do?” you playfully whispered. “Bend me over your knees?”

“You have a point over there.” he was serious. “I would like to do.”

You hoped he did not mean it.

“I just say the truth.” you could not help but push him further. “Since when telling the truth is a sin? Cancel me if you want but sweet Jesus, Soo, you know you are smol.”

“Depends on which point you want to compare me with the other guys.” he claimed. “You never had a proper taste of me, darling girl, I am just a friend to you.”

Well, his comment hurt you, but you bit your tongue and quickly sealed a lid on the boiling heat inside of you. Your fingers rub at your forehead.

Proper taste of Kyungsoo, you thought, there was no beat of hesitation in your mind, you would willingly die for having a proper taste of him.

“Headache?” he asked and reached into his bag most probably he brought painkiller for you. Kyungsoo knew you to the bits, more than anyone else, he could read you like you were an open book to him. But this time, you wanted to keep it to yourself.

“No.” you nod. “How many destinations we have to arrive?”

“2 or 3. I am not sure,” he looked at around. “Most probably two. Are you hungry that much?”

“Yes, I am starving.” it was not a lie, you were really starving but not for food. Coming to Japan with Kyungsoo was a bad idea, you had never been unstable like this before. The invisible barrier between you and him made you mad. You knew that you were not one to unload the feelings onto someone, instead, you rarely bring them up, only when it was extremely unbearable for your heart. When you feel like explode. When you feel like suffocating. When the suffer become a load to carry.

To your dismay, you felt all of them right now.

“On your foot, soldier.” he carefully lowered his arm off your shoulder. “We came.”

“Okey.” you pull yourself to your feet and hurry to leave the bus. Kyungsoo pressed into the button, you step into the fresh air. “Now, to where?”

“This way.” he arched his brow and you two walked into the noodle restaurant in a quite silence. Your head was throbbing, heavier than usual with all those thoughts, hopes, secrets that you were keeping inside of you for a long time. You hardly realize that you reached to the place, but when Kyungsoo opened the door for you, you managed to save yourself from trouble.

The place smelled too good to be true. The smell of fresh noodles, side dishes made you dizzy, the cuteness of place as well itself.

Smol like Kyungsoo, you thought but you did not say this, you just looked for a table to sit. You turned to him, but he already found a place for you and held your fucking hand again. He did not think about his move, it was so obvious, he just did. Your heart was pondering while he headed to the corner of shop, more intimate with dim lights.

“We cannot be comfortable with those lights.” he pointed the roof out. “There are so bright for us. Is this table okey?”

“Yip yip.” you were disctracted by the pleasure of yummy smells. “I can feel the taste on my tongue even from these smells! Let’s sit!”

Kyungsoo chuckled to your enthusiasm, he knew that he’s being tormented by his inappropriate thoughts, but he could not stop thinking about you. Would you smile like this if he tells you how much he adores you for fucking years? Would you smile so gently like you smile when you see a blue rose or your smile was going to be fade like when you learned your grandfather passed away?

Kyungsoo shivered with the memory. It was the last thing he would want to recall, he wished to see you never ever like that. You could not smile for months.

But he could not prevent remembering your skin. So soft and so warm to the touch and your fucking lips, so plump, pink, pouty and always calling him to kiss you.

You looked so pretty today, it was not you were not pretty in general but today Kyungsoo felt like you were his, all his. There was no Baekhyun, no Chanyeol, no Jongdae which means peace to him because when you three came together, the only word could describe was cacophony, no one. He loved them more than any friends, but he secretly preferred having time just for you two. Just you and Kyungsoo. He could watch your excitement for a while, you were like a bird whose trying to decide where to set. He was waiting for the show you were going to put, when the waitress brought the menu, you brightly smiled to her and duck your head into it while unintentionally dancing.

Kyungsoo loved you more than he could tell for this. Being yourself in every situation.

You were bathed in the dim yellow light, and Kyungsoo clearly saw your upper half above the table. Navy blue cotton clung to your chest, tighter than Kyungsoo wished, that square cut-out revealed your pale skin and the blue necklace you wore was elegantly stayed above your collarbone. Kyungsoo could not define but your collarbone definitely doing something to him. He remembered that necklace with a blue, tiny rose, he gave it to you in your 23rd birthday.

He wished he could tell you that you were prettier even than blue roses.

Years passed out so quick, but Kyungsoo could not tell you how much he desired you during all those years.

He watched you, forgetting to blink. His gaze shifting over you, washing you with his admiration from head to toe. You were clueless, he knew that you were not aware of his feelings for you, but he was grateful for being able to absorb the extent of your beauty. Maybe you were not the prettiest girl of the town, for his eyes, you were the chef kiss for sure. He remembered he wanted to punch Chanyeol in the face for his comments when you got your pixie haircut, you were not looking like manly as he nonchalantly said, Kyungsoo never think he could find short hair as attractive but hell, he loved your new style. And your eyes, your goddam eyes, so big, outlined in carbon black liner that made your eyelids covered with a shimmery shadow.

You looked fucking gorgeous, and Kyungsoo was extremely vulnerable to your beauty. You gave him really hard times, literally and figuratively. And to his dismay, he fucking liked his bonds to you like he was an addicted.

“Have you decided on the orders?” Kyungsoo heard the waitress again and turned to her as he woke up from a dream. He realized he forgot to look at menu, before he could open it, you lifted your head and looked at him.

Damn you.

Damn your eyes.

Damn your lips.

“Did you?” you murmured. “I did.”

Kyungsoo could not get your lips out of his head, if he could, he would also decide what he was going to have. Godfuckingdamnit, he just wanted to drag you into his lap and kiss you fervently. Maybe you could understand how he has been feeling since fucking years if he would kiss you. He just wanted to ravage you like a starved man, and he fucking was.

“I want Inaniwa Udon.” you said as you were waiting for his reply. “And sake, if it is possible.”

Why not, he thought. As long as you were with him, he could allow you to drink as much as you wanted. Thinking you drinking without Kyungsoo gave him really heart attack, he knew you were not famous of having high alcohol tolerance.

“I will have Ramen Meat Tsukasa.” he smiled to the waitress. “Do you serve sake?”

“Yes, we do.” the waitress replied. She was very kind, and she was also smiling to your little dance figures. “Do you want two bottles, or one is enough?”

“I think one is enough for now.” Kyungsoo said this as a question to you, you hummed. “Maybe we will have another later.”

“Okey, I will bring your orders as soon as they are ready. Have a nice time.” the waitress made a little bow to both of you and rushed back to the kitchen.

“So, do you like the restaurant?” Kyungsoo asked to you. At his words, your smile widened, and the stars became visible in your eyes. Kyungsoo felt he started to melt inside.

“I love these tiny places.” you whispered sheepishly. “You know how much I love them, Kyungsoo.”

Yeah, Kyungsoo knew your preferences very well. What he did not know was the power your whisper has on him. It gave him electroshocks, he felt like a wriggling worm. He immediately fantasized on more intimate scenarios which you could whisper his name and God, he hated himself for that, but he could not stop. To be honest, even if it meant self-hatred, he did not want stop thinking about you. He loved to think about you far too much although he was perfectly aware of his mind wandering around extremely dangerous territory.

“For a second,” you stood up. “I have to use bathroom, excuse me.”

“Yeah.” that was his best shot since you started to walk because he did not see your back in this dress. His eyes followed you until you disappeared, drunk the sway of your hips. Kyungsoo’s opinion of your dress quickly changed, and he cursed Sehun under his breath, the cotton fabric wrapped your curves and gradually hugged your body till a hand above the knee, it multiplied your summer rose vibe.

He decided to steal that dress and set it on fire, fuck that dress, God, he hated it.

Kyungsoo wondered what was going to happen to him when you decided to go out with a guy. Not today, his mind reminded him but one day you were going to hang out with someone. Someone, but not him.

He squeezed his fingers just as he would strangle an invisible neck of unnamed enemy.

Actually, you went out for some dates in the past, but none of them worked for you. Kyungsoo vividly remembered how horrible those nights were for him till he could hear the story from you. To be honest, you were secretive about those dates, you did not give him details but he learned it did not work for you, it was enough.

Till now.

He did not want to admit it, but he was curious as fuck, why those dates did not work. What happened, why you were so adamant of not going out while you were extremely clever and pretty? Unfortunately, Kyungsoo was aware of not only your impacts on him but also on community. You were quite popular among the guys.

He was dying to learn the reason of your consecutive rejections, maybe it was about your taste of men. Maybe you were liking older guys, maybe you were liking younger ones, maybe you were preferring foreigners. Scenarios, choices, and possibilities were a lot, and Kyungsoo hated the truth to the bits, even though you had no idea how charming you were both physical and emotional, you could make a man falling love with you in the blink of an eye.

He hated it too much. He hated because he strongly believed that if you could think of him as a potential lover even for once, you would do something to make him fall for you.

You never try. You were always far from him, and he was already in enough pain because of the distance between you, even you were just beside of him.

“I am back!” your voice dragged him out of his dark thoughts. For a second, he thought he could beg you to tell him how you saw him as a man.

If you need a lover, let me know.

Kyungsoo wanted to tell this to you more than anything else, but he was a coward inside. He was afraid of losing you forever, he did not want to destroy the anything, if he could have you as a friend, as a study-buddy, he was okey. Not fine, but okey. At least he could be with you as his heart wanted.

“Food is not ready yet.” he choked out loudly enough to make your eyebrows knitted.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah yeah, I am fine.” he nonchalantly answered. What could he say? Would he say he was thinking when you were going to have a boyfriend, how much he was going to be sad? Or could he tell you how much he wanted tear your dress off your body and worship you? “I am hungry.”

“I have a theory about the hunger of men.” you sat on your chair comfortably and pointed a finger to him. He wanted to catch that finger and kiss it. “For example, if you are hungry, you can be really scary. When Baekhyun or Chanyeol is hungry, they are grumpy. Is this something special to you, or is this a feature of men? We can be polite while we are waiting for food.”

“Do not go there.” Kyungsoo said lowly. “How much you know about men? Only me, our squad members, and your family. We can be also polite, and I am not fucking scary.”

“Sweetheart, I know men more than you believe.” you blinked mischievously, enough to startle him. “If a man is hungry, even the face expression transformed.”

“May I ask?” he started, but he could feel his hand beneath the table automatically turned into a fist. “How did you collect the information to support your weak theory?”

“By having dinners with them.” you grinned like a fucking Cheshire cat, and Kyungsoo hated to see also that. “You are not so different from each other, being so full of yourselves.”

You knew you were playing with fire.

You were trying to provoke him with your words. You were aware of Kyungsoo’s dislike of being compared with others.

Unconsciously you decided to make him mad at you in order to see if he had a feeling, even a little spot in his emotional radar, for you. If you could manage to annoy him that much, you knew he would talk. He would give hints at least, but he would do something.

You were more than okey even for a hint, you realized you were up to your hair, you were done with waiting for a sign. You realized your burned yourself out to the bitter end, you were done with waiting for him. You wanted nothing but him, you could say you did not and you would be lying your ass off if you did.

He stared at you as his expression was hard to decipher. He could be wanting to beat the shit out of you or thinking for an answer to shut your mouth for all eternity. Both of the options were possible.

“Your meals are ready.” the waitress came back with the gigantic bowls. “Enjoy, and bon appetite.”

“Thank you very much.” you bowed at her as she placed your meals onto table. As the smell attacked your nose, you rushed to pick your chopsticks. You had a sweet spot for Udon, but it did not mean you were not going to steal from Kyungsoo. You opened the water bottle, took a long sip, and turned to Kyungsoo to ask if he wanted water or not, and you fucking froze.

He was pouring sake for you just like the most important job he has been doing till now.

You were very fond of the level of attention; he was giving to everything he did. You could watch him forever, anything he did turned into art for you. God, if you could see your face right now, you would clearly understand how he affected you, your lips parted and your breathing was becoming heavier, holy shit, because he was pouring fucking sake!

“Can you stop staring at me like a freak?” he asked. You keel over in the chair, nearly shooting water out of your nose. Quickly, you swallowed and covered your mouth and averted your eyes while blushing like a schoolgirl but what made you blush was not being caught by him, you exactly saw that he was blushing while he scolded you. He was fucking blushed, you were %100 percentage of sure, his cheeks were turned into pinkish. “Here you go.”

Your hands were shaking a bit, but you managed to hold the cup.

“Thank you.” and you drunk it. You really needed something to cool you. “May I have the bottle?”

You knew Kyungsoo would make the process slower and to be honest, if he was going to take charge of sake, you would not nothing but staring at him like there was no tomorrow.

Tomorrow… You were feeling nervous about the future. You wanted to keep both of you at this moment. Just you and Kyungsoo. Together.

You shook your head just as you wanted to clean your mind from negative thoughts. The moment you had was the most important one and you did not want to destroy it by thinking about what was going to be happen. Kyungsoo was with you right now, even though you were not sure if you would last for the end of this trip.

He handed the bottle to you, you nested it close to yourself and poured another one. You drunk it too while Kyungsoo raised an eyebrow which you wholly ignored, then processed to eat your Udon. Flavour erupted on your tastebuds, and you started to eat like you did not have a meal in the last week.

“Holy shit.” you cursed when you gave a little break only to pour another one to yourself and Kyungsoo’s empty cup. “This is incredible.”

“Yeah, I can see that.” Kyungsoo unwillingly laughed at you. “Please remember to breath, I do not want to be ended in the emergency.”

“You do not have to accompany me if the noodle stuck on my throat.” you drunk your third, allowed the liquid to slide down your throat and a warmth burned in your chest as it stayed there. You poured the fourth one. “My Japanese is better than yours.”

“Due to the speed of your consumption of sake,” he started with a fair point, you had to admit. “I am not sure if you can perform your Japanese skills. Instead, it looks like you will be bubbling in the end of this night, of course if you do not manage to kill yourself. Damn, take it easy.”

“No worries, I am a tough cookie.” you arched your brow, and your eyes fixed your Udon. “I will not be drunk.”

“What makes me worried,” his eyes continued to remain fixed on you. “Your unexpected fondness of sake. Do we have to order the second o-

“Yes.” you interrupted him. “Order.”

You knew that on the contrary what you said to him, you were going to be drunk. Hell, you wanted to be. A smile tugged up on your lips as you took another mouthful bite of your food. You wanted to be a drunk tonight and relax. Kyungsoo did not refuse your wish, he ordered another bottle while you were sending the fifth cup to your stomach.

“Now, tell me.” he jabbed. “How many dates you had till now?”

“Why are you asking this out of everything?” you asked with a sincere curiosity.

“I want to elaborate your theory, but before doing that, I have to collect information on the experimental group.”

“Ah.” you swallowed thickly. Hell, what it would be, damn Kyungsoo and his logic. “Well, I had three dates which you know. I had two more, which you did not know so the count is five.”

“Five.” he blinked. “Five men are not enough to hold a theory such includes everyone on this planet, and you were telling me we all same with a great confidence.”

“They were pretty same.” you turned your head away and poured another sake. You could feel that Kyungsoo was getting more tense after every cup you drunk, but you had zero fucks to give. “I was ended up with disappointment.”

“Why?” he caught you off guard. “You never tell me the whole story. What was wrong?”

They were not you, you thought in the safe silence in your mind but there was no enough amount of sake would make you tell this to him in the world. Maybe you start to feel a little bit dizzy but even if you would be on your knees, you would not confess the real reason.

“I do not know.” Yeah, there was not enough amount of sake would make you to confess, but the amount of sake which settled in the pit of your stomach made you more talkative about your affairs. Maybe it was about the need of showing Kyungsoo that you were a fucking girl, you could attract people also. “They were not made for me, I guess.”

“This is the result.” Kyungsoo furrowed his brows. His icy resolve frozen across his features. “I want to hear the story behind this result.”

Kyungsoo could not believe how he would let you to drink your seventh cup of sake and open the second one but in the deep of his heart, he knew the real reason. He wanted you to talk. God, he needed you to talk his ear off. He could die to learn what type of guy would attract you, and he could try to be that man.

“I am not sure how to explain that but,” you rapidly shook your head again. “It is all fucking disappointments for me. I do not know what they think about me, but when I go out with someone, I always ended up in home, calling Baekhyun or Chanyeol and we talked on why I felt like shit.”

Kyungsoo knew that getting you to talk always meant for extra efforts, he never pushed you. He never dragged you into the conversations you clearly did not have an intention to have.

Till now.

Providing you with company and asking nothing in return was not his best choice today. He was okey with asking nothing in return, he never expect anything in return for his company, but today he wanted to learn about your affairs.

“Could you decide?” he whispered. “I mean, why you felt like shit in your words?”

“Do you prefer more refined vocabulary?” you chuckled, and Kyungsoo understood that you had to be dizzy right now. You had two types of chuckles, and this one definitely a result of alcohol.

He did not prevent you from pouring the eighth one.

“No, speak as you want.” he did not let you go out of his palms. You were in his palms right now, he hooked you in his net, and this was going to be first and last he dragged you to a place you obviously did not want to engage.

However, he needed to learn. Just for once, he crossed all boundaries between you. All rules.

“Putting aside your quite vocabulary,” he pushed you to continue. “What was wrong?”

“Everything.” your eyes flitted up his face. Your gaze fuelled the excitement that already started to make its way in Kyungsoo’s lower stomach, an excitement that has been brewing since years as you have been lingering in front of him for an extremely long time.

“I cannot say that they were bad people, on the contrary, they were lovely.” This was not what Kyungsoo wished to hear, your words made his heart flipped, but not in a pleasurable way. “They were kind, nice, clever and to be honest good-looking. However, I did not feel anything towards them. I tried, Kyungsoo, I tried to do my best, but I am tired of ending up with same result. I did not find them attractive.”

You suddenly remembered the kiss of one of your dates gave you. You were not sure if you could call it as a kiss, Chanyeol and Baekhyun, those dorks, laughed at you their asses off when you told them that guy pressed his lips to yours and you immediately pushed him so strong, enough to made him lost his balance and fell on his butt.

“Were they,” Kyungsoo cleaned his throat.” Good companies? I am trying to understand why it cannot work for you.”

“No, they were.” you ponder, then a laugh fallen from your lips. “They really were, especially the last one. He was a good company even if he was a bit handsy.”

Kyungsoo’s chopsticks stuttered. You said it nonchalantly, you were dizzy as fuck, he could see that, but you said it to him as if it did not mean anything that the unnamed bastard invited his hands over your body, instead he should be on his fucking knees for you. His teeth shattered; he could feel his jaw was clenched with the thoughts he had to refuse for the sake of God.

“Being a little bit handsy does not sound a good company to me.” he said between his teeth. “Is that why you ended up feeling like shit? Did he force himself on you?”

If he did, God mercy on him because Kyungsoo was not going to. You were already drinking your tenth cup; he was sure he could learn that bastard’s name. He knew that right now, he was crossing your boundaries and taking advantage of your current hiatus, he was not better than that bastard, but he was not going to stop.

“No, he touched my inner thigh during the dinner.” you whispered. “Then he kissed me after the ride to my home he gave.”

“And?” Kyungsoo had to take a deep breathe and he poured sake for himself, even though he wanted to focus on you. “Did he ask at first place?”

“He did not.” Kyungsoo felt his heart was tightening in his chest because of anger. He wanted to find that fucking bastard and fuck the shit out of him. He already started seeing you in front of the door of your home, and that moron dragged you into his arms and kissed you without asking. Did they really think, this would be romantic or manly? This was sexual attack. Kyungsoo could not endure to imagine you while that moron run his fucking pawns over your face. Pulling you into a kiss if he could call that a kiss. His blood was boiling as he could not stand someone disappointed you, destroying your ideas and hardly built self-confidence. He hated to see that, he has been watching you since the first day you met, and he was fucking aware of your self-perceptions. He bit back a wave of curses, and he resisted the dire need to ask you this guy’s name and address in order to chop his head.

“He had to ask for your content.” he literally growled, enough to make the customers at near tables turned to look at you. You blinked.

“I pushed him.” you whispered. “And he fell on his butt.”

For a second, Kyungsoo did not understand what you said, but when he understood he could not help but laughed.

“I could kill someone to see that moment.” he mumbled. “I wish I could see.”

“It was not a good memory.” you admitted. “I really hated every moment of that memory. He was a good guy, but at the end, when he kissed me, I wanted to puke my stomach out.”

Kyungsoo lost the little trail of joy.

“He was not a good guy.” He literally growled.

Suddenly, the tension was transforming into something different. Your face was becoming too warm, and your blood pressure was rocketing into sky.

It was neither Udon not sake.

You raised your eyebrows as you looked at Kyungsoo as you wanted to ask what he meant, but you kept your question to yourself.

“Why did you not tell me?” he asked. “I knew you are not talkative about these, but you could talk with me at least when you had experienced a shitty guy like that filthy bastard.”

“Well, excuse me for being so clueless,” the filter between your tongue and brain stopped working at that moment, and you lost it. “But that was my first and last kiss, and I was shocked!”

Kyungsoo’s chin was dropped. He stared at you as becoming senseless to any other sound. He took a set of full seconds to actually register your words, then his eyes widen.

You were not aware of the weight of your confession. Your mind was foggy and you already lost yourself in Kyungsoo.

“What?”

This was the best shot of him.

“It was my first kiss.” the heat of your face became unbearable. “And it was unexpected, I did not give him my consent, I was definitely in shock.”

Kyungsoo listened to your words.

“Are you,” he heard his voice. “Are you a virgin?”

“Do not say it like a blasphemy.” you could not help but protested. He looked at you as he was having a heart attack.

He actually was.

He guessed that you were not experienced but a virgin.

Godfuckingdamnit, he did not expect to hear that.

“And that bastard destroyed your first kiss.” he could not prevent himself from punching his thigh. Harshly. He was really out of his mind due to anger, he knew that he could not be with you, but destroying an experience for you was equal crossing his limits. He noted finding that guy when you come back to your homes mentally. He did not know when, how or which way but he was going to find that scumbag and make him pay for his wrong deed.

You looked so vulnerable. How could that moron dare to destroy an important moment of your life?

“Yeah, he did.” you partially smiled, Kyungsoo could not believe you were smiling. Did you lose your shit? He was supposed to ask you why you were smiling like a freak; you lifted your eyes to his. “But talking with you made me happy.”

Kyungsoo hated himself too much.

He made you talked about a horrendous memory in order to learn about your preferences. He even let you drink one and half bottle of sake. He used the old excuse in the book however after learning this incident, he realized once again, you were his priority to take care of, to look after, you had to be happy, healthy, and successful. You had to live your heart as you wished, and Kyungsoo was sure as fuck he was going to do everything in his power for you to blossom.

You were his rose after all.

Every nerve in his body may steered him to you, attracted to you like a magnet, he could refrain his feelings. Even if you were not going to come to him, he was not going to push you never again. Never.

“Next time, tell me before a date.” he snorted. “It seems to me you are bad on choosing a man, that piece of shit did it all wrong.”

Your heart was pounded in your chest.

Did Kyungsoo just point the issue of asking for content or was there anything more he indicated?

If he said something was wrong, it meant he knew the true way of doing it, fixing and giving you a proper memory. He never talk if he did not know the right way.

“How?” you asked to him with your big-doe eyes. Kyungsoo startled for a second, then understood what you asked.

“What do you mean with how?” Kyungsoo stared at you. “He had to ask for consent first, obviously. If it is yes, a man can continue.”

“What if I would say yes?” you could not help. You could not stop. There was a frustrating fire in the pit of your stomach, made you uninterested to anything but Kyungsoo. Maybe you did not know many things but you were aware of only Kyungsoo could do something about it. You did care it anymore, you just wanted Kyungsoo to show you the right way.

“There is a progress.” Kyungsoo cursed himself for telling you this. “It depends on how much you wish to move, but basically there are three bases and before every step you are going to take, you have to ask your partner if she or he is still okey with the progress.”

“I see.” you nod.

Both of you started to think about each other in that progress. What would it be, how you react to each other after waiting since the first day you met. Both of you rejected to think about it, and both of you know that you were going to imagine it when you were going to be alone in the safety of your rooms.

“That’s why that scumbag did it all wrong. If you want someone to touch you, remember asking for consent is the most important rule.” Kyungsoo disgusted by the idea of someone touching you. Even thinking about him giving him headache, he was annoyed by the fact that you were going to choose someone, and you were learning the rules from Kyungsoo.

To choose someone.

He was mad. He was angry. God, he wanted to set something on fire.

“Is there any different rule?” you could not take your eyes off Kyungsoo.

“Many.” he was back to giving short answers.

“I want you to teach me.” you said without thinking.

“Ha?”

Kyungsoo was not sure if he could hear you correctly or not.

“You told me that guy did it all wrong.” You were not going back from here this time. You were fucking not. “I want you to teach me the right way.”

Kyungsoo was sure there was no capacity left his lungs to breathe. He kept looking at you, you waited his response patiently.

Was it you or sake?

You did not know. You did not care.

You just wanted to feel Kyungsoo. Helping you on the issue was only something he could do, by your -twisted by alcohol- logic, you persuaded yourself, if he put you in this situation, he had to help you getting out of it.

“How much you drink?” you heard Kyungsoo, but you were already decided what you were going to do. He was going to say yes. He had to say yes.

“I am not drunk, Soo.” you said. “I am sober as fuck. Teach me.”

Kyungsoo stared at you for a while, then he stood up and reached to your hand.

“Come.” he said. “We are going back to hotel.”

Kyungsoo felt like a hunter, he finally grabbed your hand, while he was paying for food, he did not let you go away from him. Instead, he pressed your body to his, you closed your eyes when your chest perfectly pressed on his toned forearm. You heavily breathed, Kyungsoo led you out of the restaurant. You immediately headed to the way back to the bus station, but he stopped you.

“We are going to take a cab.” Kyungsoo. “Faster.”

You could not help but laugh at his eagerness to be back. Your heart started to sing inside of your chest, for a magnificent moment you could almost make yourself believe that Kyungsoo wanted you as much as you wanted him. You wanted to devour him you did not know what made you bold at this level but you just wanted to drown in him. You knew that he was going to lecture you about what you had to do when you have a date, when you would be back at hotel, but you really hoped for at least he was going to give you a demonstration on kissing someone.

If he would not, you did not know you could overcome with that moment.

Kyungsoo was having an existential crisis. He was not sure if he understood you correctly, but he had to get you back to the hotel, he was sure of it since he really did not know until when he could control himself just like he did not want to rip that fucking dress off you and have you over and over.

At that moment, he saw a cab was coming to your direction and he turned to you.

He saw your eyes, shining by pure desire.

He lost his shit for the first time in seven years of your friendship.

He pulled you between his arms, his face was fucking close to you.

“It is okey, Kyungsoo.” you literally cooed.

He did not waste a minute and caressed your face.

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“i love every single inch of you” - Hyunjin

Fluff, ChubbyXreader, Stray kids, mainly Hyunjin with a spice of asshole Lee Know

[Sorry if there are any mistakes, english isn’t my first language :’D]

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“Y/N! The kids are already outside!” your best friend Lex calls out from the bottom of the stairs, “going!” you yell back, stepping down “Lex.. I don’t-” they cut you off right away “Y/N you look amazing! I know it feels weird, but believe me, you looking mighty fine” making you chuckle, you weren’t much of going out neither of showing skin, being on the chubby side made you insecure but you promised everyone you would go out for a drink, and Lex wanted to go all out, obviously to impress her man, but they wanted you to shine as much.

“LEX NO” you yelped as they pulled the strings of the corset, “breath in bitch!” they say as they tight up the strings, they really pulled out clothes that you surely forgot you had in the back of your closet, a black tight dress with small red details, with a corset over, that just made your curves show even more, but beautifuly, black heels, a simple chain necklace “oh boy... i think this is too much..” you say as you look at the mirror “Y/N, there is never to much in this household, so you better do your makeup, do a red lip! You may attract somene aswell soo .. Bring the lipstick you may need to retouch” wiggling their eyebrows “Lex the only thing I'll attract is peoples stairs to why i be looking like a hoe” they patted your fluffy white hair “but a hot one”

And here we are, stepping out of the house the 8 boys stared at you both, Lex ran into their boyfriends arms, Changbin “oh my, babe you look .. Woah” holding their hand, twirling them around just to get a better view, making Lex let out a small giggle “guess i must say the same to you handsome boy” pecking his lips, making him grin right away

You awkwardly smiled the boys “hi guys” I.N had his eyes wide open “ Noona.. You look-” Minho cut him right away “horrible” laughing, right away getting glares by the boys and Lex, who was ready to throw a punch, your smile faded, unconsciously hugging yourself, Hyunjin stepped right infront of you, making you look up at the tall and slender boy, his eyes sparkled with the moon light, like he held the whole universe in his pure gaze “don’t listen to him, you look beautifull Y/N” smiling, a smile that made your heart skip a beat, “t-thank you Jinnie” bringing a small smile onto your lips, “Okay kids let’s go!” Jisung yelled with his hands up in the air, clearly already pumped up.

Arriving at the club, the place was already full but lucky for you, Bang Chan, being the social butterfly that he is, being friends with the owner he got yall a table at the VIP area, everyone sitting down, ordering their drinks, Lex looked at you, they knew you were 100% way out of your confort zone, even when their boyfriend was all over them, they were worried about you, you may be older than them but sometimes their mom instints kick in, you smiled at them, assuring you were okay, for now.

Felix kept stealing you glances, making you lock eyes with the blonde cat boy “what ?” he smiled “i’m just happy that you finally decided to come with us” you chuckled “sorry..” he panicked for a moment “don’t be sorry! I just want you to be okay with yourself” this kid was such a pure soul, you smiled, drinks getting placed on the table when you were about to reply but Minho decided he should speak again, bad idea “if she was okay with herself she wouldn’t be looking like a round coffin” laughing at his own joke, Bang Chan striked the back of Minho’s head with a smack, knowing damn well Minho was going way too far by now, he was knowned to be an asshole but with limits, guess today isn’t it, Minho yelped with his hand on his head “what??” Hyunjin looked at him “You are going too far Hyung” Minho looked at you, thinking you would be smiling like you always do to his jokes but your face was the opposite, you hands on your lap, gripping the end of your dress while you bit your lip to hold back any kind of emotion, but clearly sadness and anger were present, let’s just say you were BAD at hidding emotions, Minho blinked his eyes, actually caught of guard “oh.. Yah Y/N i didn’t mean-” you cut him off this time “whatever” avoiding any eye contacted, downing down your drink like it was nothing, Lex widden their eyes, watching you swallow the drink so quick “y-yah Y/N slow down!” knowing very well you weren’t an alcohol fan, actually you kinda hated it thanks to past traumas, but let’s ignore that, you placed the cup down, letting out a shaky sigh, Hyunjin who was right by your side was as worried but didn’t say a word, Jisung saw how the tension was rising and that wasn’t good, so being the mood maker he lifted his cup “Come guys let’s not go there, let’s enjoy tonight!” downing his drink, making the rest do the same.

The rest of the night went by, everyone was laughing, drinking, getting lost in the alcohol, just not you, you were lost in your intrusive thoughts, you simply had one cup, by now you were simply sipping on your drink, this time an orange juice, Jisung started dragging everyone to the dancefloor, only you, Bang Chan and Hyunjin were left at the table, the sober ones, Bang Chan looked at you “Y/N, ignore what Minho said okay ? He's just dumb sometimes” you had your arms crossed, staring at them dancing “no, he’s right” you replied with a power face, Hyunjin enchanged glances with Bang Chan, both with a sad and worried look “Y/N..” but you cut it off by getting up “i’m going home, i don’t feel good” grabbing your stuff “wait, I'll take you” Bang Chan says almost getting up but you pushed him down, faking a smile “no, you stay, the kids need you” he was about to say something but you waved goodbye and left.

Getting hit by the cold air, shivering “fuck, why didn’t i bring a jacket..” you mumbled, as you walked down the steet, as if god heard you a jacket was placed over your shoulders, you looked up obviously scared for a moment but were met with puppy eyes, “Hyunjin?” he smiled “do you really think i would let you go home alone, with the creeps we have around ?” you chuckled softly “i have a taser for a reason Jinnie” stopping your track “you should go back, you’ll be losing all the fun” he shaked his head “no thank you, i don’t want to deal with their drunk asses, Bang Chan Hyung is sober for a reason” laughing, making you smile, god, his laugh is music to your ears, “also Lex is for sure staying at our place, so I'm not letting you stay all night alone” he slightly pouted, you couldn’t help but smile, this man could flip your mood with such ease with such simple things, “fine mister Hwang, let’s go home” you say as you naturally lock arms with him, walking down thee street.

The way home was quiet, but comfortable, opening the door you both walked, takig your shoes off, you looked at Hyunjin, boy looked taller now since you took off your heels “you can get comfortable, I'll go change” he smiled with a nod, going to the couch as you went up stairs, strippin out of your clothes, taking off the makeup, changing into a large hoodie that reached the middle of your tighs, with short and some tight high socks, the most comfortable thing to walk around in a sightly cold night, stopping at the bottom of the stairs with a sweat shirt and basketball shorts in hands, you look at him “Jinnie here change into this, it’s.. Kind of big for you but it’s all i have” he got up and grabbed it “big means comfort to me” he said naturally, skipping to the bathroom, you watch him close the door with a smile, idiot.

Going to the kitchen you started making some hot chocolate, to warm up after such a cold walk back home, you heard the door of the bathroom open, looking at the way Hyunjin was coming from, you stared at him for a full second, amazed at how the clothes fit him nicely, as much as the clothes were yours and big, to him, a tall guy, it was the same size, waking up from your transe you looked back at what you were doing “i’m making some hot choco, do you want some ?” you heard a happy yes coming from him, grabbing a second mug you were caught off guard when two strong arms wrapped around your waist, almost dropping the mug “H-Hyunjin ?” you looked slightly to the side only to see him place his chin on your shoulder, making your cheeks warm up at such sudden move “sorry, but you are too huggable” he mumbled softly, closing his eyes as he tighted his arms around you, resting his head next to yours, you stopped your track, opening your mouth to talk but, boy oh boy, he totally made you speechless, you couldn’t help but to break into a smile, as much as you hated physical affection you were a sucker for hugs from your friends, and Hyunjin was at the top of the list, his hugs were rare, he was usually the type to unconscious give affection, like clinging onto people, laughing while leaning into people, but never full hugs, this, to you, it was special.

You let out a soft sign, leaning slightly into his embrance, you closed your eyes for a second but opened them again with a soft chuckle “Jinnie can i make the hot choco please ?” he pouted “you can do that like this” you laughed softly “not when you are almost cutting my oxygen” he opend his eyes, noticing that he was in fact, hugging alittle too tight “oh shit- sorry” he loosen alittle of his grip “thank you” you said as you pured the milk into the mugs, mixing the powdered chocolate, he placed his chin ontop of your head, so he wasn’t crouching down anymore, slightly rocking you side to side, you couldn’t help but the smile at his clingy side, mixing with a spoon, you lifted your head up, locking eyes with him, accidentally being way too close, both of you stopped for a moment, both unconsciously enchanging glances from eyes to lips, it seemed as the whole world stopped, like it was just you and him, nothing else, until your phone rang, making you both jump, stepping away from each other while clearing your throat “let me get that” you say as you walk to your phone, face glowing red at this point, “ y-yeah go for it” he says while scratching the back of his head, his cheeks covered with pink tint, as you pick up your phone you see the caller is no other than Lex “Hello ?” “WHERE ARE YOU CHILD” you heard Lex yell from the inside of the club, loud music blasting, “i’m home, i didn’t feel too good-” “ARE YOU OKAY ? SHOULD I GO HOME ?!” you laughed “no need Lex, enjoy the rest of the night, Hyunjin is here with me, I'm not alone” you could hear the rest talk over them “USE PROTECTION” Jisung yelled making you choke on your own saliva “YAH HAN!” Lex laughed “okay since hes there yall should make it up” “make up wha-” they cut you off with na “I LOVE YOU OKAY ? STAY SAFE” and ended the call, you stared at the phone with a very confused face, “was it Lex ?” you heard Hyunjin behind you, sipping on his hot choco, handing your to you, you grabbed the mug with a hum “yeah.. They are very much gone” you chuckled, he hummed with a small chuckle “not surprised”.

Sitting down, watching TV, replaying Music Bank, you were both singing and laughing at some comebacks, until a group of rookie girls appeared, Hyunjin out of the blue “oh they’re cute and the song is catchy!” you stared at the girls, your mind going blank for a moment, they’re all so skinny and pretty, you thought to yourself, Hyunjin felt your silence, glancing at you, who had a blank expression on “Y/N ? Is something wrong ?” you looked at him “ hum what ?” blinking “is there something wrong ?” you faked a smile “oh no! Just daydreaming, the usual” you chuckled and looked at the TV but Hyunjin grabbed your chin and made you look back at him “tell me whats wrong” you panicked “i-i said it’s nothing, i swear!” “bullshit” you widen your eyes at him “you’re a bad liar Y/N” you swallowed the lump that was forming on your throat and tried to invert your eyes from him, hes still holding your chin, slowly cupping your cheeks, making you look a him , his gaze was gentle, filled with love and care, you couldn’t hide it anymore, tears slowly forming on the corner of your eyes “i.. I just wish i looked like them” you whispered, as much as you wanted to lose weight it wasn’t easy, struggling with binge eating and depression made it extremely hard, “i wish i was good looking, i am far from it, I'm fat, ugly” choking in your tears “i’m-” but you were cut off by a pair of soft lips against yours, you widden your eyes in shock, Hyunjin was kissing you.

Your mind was completely blank, tears streamed down your face into his hands, he pulled away still holding your face, his eyes covered with sadness “Y/N, how many times do i have to tell you, you’re beautiful” gently stroking your rosy cheeks “god, you’re fucking perfect” he left out with a small growl “not everything is about looks, you’re a caring person, you’re genuine, we share the same braincell damn it” he chuckled, gazing into your eyes with heart eyes “and your looks? The're a bonus, your smile, your curves, your thights that drive me to the edge” he smiled, your tears are gone, you’re just filled with so much confusion “Hyunjin..” lost of words, heart beating faster by every second, he leaned in once again, lips barely touching “i love every single inch of you” he whispered before closing the distance with a kiss.

#stray kids #hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #skz #fluff #skz fluff #lee know

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pupuseriazag · 3 years ago

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holaaa :D yesterday i saw you reblogged a post about self insert ocs and i was curious about yours! if you wanna talk a little about them of course, sin compromiso 😆

Holisss Pa mi sera un placer hablar de mis bbs y me alegra mucho que te diera curiosidad 🥺🥺💜 So I'll tell you a little about them UwU:

My main self inserts in my OCs are two, my Naruto OC Haruka and my The Arcana MC Luna (Long post ahead)

🌸 Haruka 🌸

I created her around 2008 when I first watched naruto, I was soo into Sasuke I would daydream about ""me"" in the story and how I would also fangirl for Sasuke just like Sakura 😂 Actually, she even started as Sakura's sister/twin (And one of my cousins lended me his naruto clash of ninja game fo the gamecube and I would use a recolor of Sakura to signify "hey thats her :D") Also the name yeah, being similar to Sakura's 😅

Then I kinda drifted away from the idea of her being Sakura's twin and just went with what I wanted to be percieved back there (I wanted to dye my hair red and my fav color was blue so...

....Yeah 💀

That's the only drawing I ever did of Haruka before "realizing" it was a cringy thing to make self inserts and completely discarded her and stopped watching Naruto for a long time 😔

Fast forward 2021, shit happened to me, went to therapy, you know the gig and said "You know what?! FUCK IT. I want to be happy like that again. I'll remake her"

And so I retook the ideas of her and and managed to make a new version of her, one I felt prouder but tryin to keep the same general idea about her, (and some minor hc's I would daydream about once I would remember about sasuke or the series)

I discussed it with a dear friend who is still very involved in naruto and this is her now!

Also I've been actively writing her story as I rewatch naruto and think what she would've done in the series (which... yeah is mostly a passion project and something I'm doing mostly for me and my friends to read about my girl :'3 Its LOOONG and I havent even reached the final fight with Zabusa 💀✋🏻)

Her story at the moment is that both Sasuke and Itachi found her unconscious as a little child in a river nearby the village, and the Uchihas deciding to take her of her instead of leaving her in the care of the higher ups (specially after seeing naruto's situation 😬). And she grows really close to Sasuke, even escaping with him, basically being his right hand.

I'll think about releasing her story if anybody is interested in my bs 😅

🌙 Luna 🌙

Luna is my The Arcana MC and the other self insert I have given much love. When I joined the arcana fandom I was coming out a dark point in my life, and saw how diverse and open the game was to every kind of MC to exist so I said "fuck it" and went full self insert with Luna, even more than Haruka 😂

This is my baby, a chubby, short haired, small and non binary songstress 💜 I was so inspired by other latine artists in the fandom and decided to show a little bit of el salvador with Luna as well 😂 specially in their clothing and making them come from a fictional city-state called Kuatlán. Luna is basically the most close to what I look like irl down, to even the small necklace they wear. I always tried to make them be a representation of both myself and salvadorean culture because damn, there's really not that guanaco representation 😅.

Even in their story I tried to incoporate certain aspects of things that have happened to me (but the majority is fiction in the arcana universe) I have their backstory in my AO3 if you are interested! Its liked in my pinned post uwu. Although I still need to write their childhood and how they escaped Kuatlán to live in Vesuvia... and also this other story I planned about them and Muriel visiting Kuatlán that I never wrote... yeah...

Although I have left the arcana fandom for personal reasons I may do more things about them if I see people interested lol but Luna still holds a space in my heart in how I managed to lend them my appearence and culture to represent 💜💜 (but they will definetly not be the last OC I'll salvadorize 😈😈😈)

That will be all the self ins-

...nevermind theres another one, but we don't talk about Iris

That will be all! Gracias por tu curiosidad en elles :'3

#asks #Thank you for asking!!! UwU #and really sorry for the long long post xD #Luna the apprentice #Haruka Kaiyo #ZagreusOCs #I'll think about releasing some parts of what I've written about Haruka #Its just that its in spanish xD I'll have to translate it in english if english speaking folks are interested

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emmies-archives · 4 years ago

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The Misadventures of Secret Santa

Kirishima Eijiro X Reader (Did I mention I reallly love to write for Kirishima…)

Warnings: None

Genre: Pure Fluff, soo much cute fluff. There is literally one line of veryyyyyyyy mild Angst, that is all then straight back to fluff.

Summary: You bought Kirishima two gifts for Christmas, one genuine one for class 1a’s Secret Santa because you pulled his name. And the other a gag gift that was part of an inside joke between the two of you. You realized you brought the wrong one to the Christmas party at the exact moment you gave it to him, and it was a very embarrassing gift.

A/N: I had an increasing amount of wine while writing this, please forgive any spelling or grammatical errors.

You swept open the heavy curtain for what seemed like the millionth time. You and the girls from your class had planned to spend the day Christmas shopping. What you didn’t expect was Mina making you try on every single item of clothing that caught your eye. Even though you were going to buy yourself something new to wear for the Christmas party your class was holding, you weren’t exactly excited to spend hours trying on outfits.

“Y/n! This looks so cute on you!!” Mina squealed, excitedly jumping up and down next to you.

“It is a very beautiful dress,” Momo said.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and you couldn’t disagree. It was a mid-length black dress, that flared out slightly at your waist. The top was fitted and sleeveless with a mock neck. The dress was simple but very flattering on you. “I think you guys are right,” You said turning to them, “I’m going get this one.”

“Are you going to wear it for the party? It would look so classy I think” Momo spoke again with a finger on her chin. “I saw some simple necklaces that would pair well with it near the front of the store too.”

“Yeah, I am planning on wearing it for the party. We’ll see though because I always seem to change my mind right before.” You said moving back into the dressing room to change into your clothing.

“Did you find a gift for your secret Santa yet?” Mina asked once you pulled the curtain back again.

You shook your head and laughed, that was the whole purpose of the day and you forgot.

“Shoot, not yet. I completely forgot because someone started shoving me into every item of clothing they found.”

“I wonder who that could be.” Mina grinned and you shoved her laughing again. “Okay, I’ll help you look around.”

“Whose name did you pull?” Momo asked, “Mine is Sato, and I know exactly what I’m looking for. A nice white tea variety that pairs well with his baked goods!”

“That’s perfect Momo,” Mina said and started to dig through the basket in her hands. She looked around for a second then pulled out a light purple record player. “I got Jirou, doesn’t this fit her so well. I think I am going to get her a couple of records too. What about you, Y/n?”

Both girls’ gifts were picked so well for their Secret Santas, you didn’t know if you could top

it.

“I pulled Kirishima.” You said quietly, blushing slightly when they gasped. Just a couple of weeks ago you had spilled your secret crush on Kirishima to the girls in a game of never have I ever.

“Ooooh, Y/n this is going to be so exciting!”

Momo had offered the idea of a girl’s night one Friday after classes had ended. Of course, everyone had agreed right away, it had been a while since you all had hung out without the boys in your class. It wasn’t like the boys were annoying or not fun to spend time with, it was just sometimes it was nice to get away from all the testosterone and have a night to gossip without fear of any of the boys hearing juicy secrets.

The night started with Mina begging Ochako to let her do her makeup. It didn’t take that much convincing; Mina was good at doing other’s makeup. Everyone was crammed into

Mina’s dorm room; she had insisted it everyone stay the night in hers.

It wasn’t long before someone had thrown out the idea to play never have I ever. You guys played a different version of the game though. One person would say something they’d never done, and then the whole group would vote on one person out of everyone who had done the thing to do a dare.

“Hmmm never have I ever…… gave myself a haircut,” Tsu said. Only Ochako and Hagakure spoke out that they had given themselves a haircut.

“Wait, Hagakure how did you give yourself a haircut? You’re invisible.” You deadpanned at her, confused. She just laughed at your question.

“I can see myself, it’s just that others can’t see me.” You always forgot that part of her quirk.

“Alright, guys, who vote that Ochako should get a dare?” Tsu asked the group, getting everyone’s attention. All but Ochako raised their hands and she groaned.

“Ughhh come on, I was on a no dare streak,” Ochako whined. “Okay, what do I have to do?’

“Ooh! I got one.” Mina said clapping her hands excitedly. “I dare you to text Midoriya goodnight!”

“What?!” Ochako broke out in a bright blush. “Really?”

“It’ll be so cute, Ochako!” You said nudging her arm with your elbow, her blush didn’t waver, but she pulled her phone out of her pocket. Her hands were shaking slightly but she had a smile on her face. You couldn’t help but wonder if Midoriya would match her blush when he received the text.

“Okay, it's done.” She said and it seemed like her smile was a little bigger than before. “Now please someone else go, I need a distraction from my phone.”

“I will go.” Momo set down her teacup and squinted for a second in thought. “Never have I ever had a crush one someone in our class.”

Your heart jumped. So far, all the never have I ever were not juicy, the dares were a little bit, but you had been safe. Silence fell in the room and everyone just looked at each other. Ochako sighed again and shook her head.

“This isn’t fair.” She said and raised her hand to say she had done it. Nobody was surprised at that one.

Jirou raised her hand slowly too, “You guys already know, I don’t know why I’m so nervous still.”

Hagakure jumped up and squealed. “I don’t know if I have a crush on anyone but all the boys are just so handsome! Does that count?”

“No, I don’t think so.” Momo shook her head. “I hope you don’t count Mineta in that one.”

“No, definitely not Momo.” Hagakure said seriously and sat down.

You sighed; you had no more time to stall. Putting up your hand slowly trying to not get attention on it, but it failed. It was like all the girls had a radar on you because they all saw you at once.

“Y/N!” Mina squealed.

“Oh my goodness, I wasn’t expecting this,” Momo said with her hand to her mouth.

“You have to tell us who.” Tsu smiled at you.

“No. I can’t.” You shook your head and picked at your fingernails trying to get them to change the subject.

“Okay then, I dare you Y/n. Tell us who you like!” Ochako said abruptly.

“Hey! This is not how the game works.” You said back to her.

“Does everyone agree on this dare?” Ochako asked looking around gaining a nod from all the girls. You groaned and laid down onto your back grabbing the pillow neck to you covering your face. “C’mon Y/n! You have to.”

You mumbled into your pillow hoping they would take it as the answer.

“Nope, not gonna work. You’ve got tell us outright.” Hagakure reached over and tugged on the pillow. Tsu also poked your side to get you to sit up, you yelped and sat up shoving her hands away.

“Okay fineee. It’s Kirishima.” You mumbled grabbing onto your knees and pulling them close.

“Did you hear what she said?” Mina asked Ochako, and she shook her head.

“I didn’t either, Mina.” Momo agreed with them. They all stared at you waiting.

“Kirishima.” You said louder this time. Just like Ochako, your face erupted in a blush.

“WHAT!?” Mina was the first one to scream.

It was no doubt everyone was shocked. The two of you were really good friends, he was one of the first ones you had made in the class. He was hilarious and caring the two of you always had fun when you were together. You could say he was nearly your closest friend out of everyone in your class.

Almost every weeknight you and Kirishima did your homework together, mostly it was you answering his questions and helping him with anything he didn’t understand. You would take breaks periodically, eating dinner together when the class didn’t make a big one, playing video games if you were in his dorm.

Sometimes others would join your studying and you would take it to one of the common rooms in the building. A lot of times after both of you finished your homework, you’d watch Netflix or a movie, occasionally you’d play board games. It was some of your favorite times to spend with him.

Kirishima told you one time after finishing your homework pretty late when you were watching his favorite Anime together that he loved to cuddle. You could tell that he was getting very tired, and so were you.

“I didn’t want to say anything too soon because I didn’t know if you liked that. But I love to cuddle. Especially when I get really tired, it's my favorite thing to do.” He told you and yawned.

“What do you do when you can’t cuddle with anyone? Do you spoon your pillows?” You laughed when he shoved your shoulder slightly.

“Actually yes, I do.” You burst out laughing at his answer, he started laughing too. “Hey, don’t knock it till you try it Y/n.” He defended himself and pointed at his pillows. “It's comfortable snuggling into them.”

“Okay, I trust you.” You said after shaking your head, and you noticed him staring at you with literally almost puppy dog eyes. “Do you want to cuddle, Kiri?”

“Oh my gosh, yes. I thought you’d never ask.” He immediately wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to him, leaning back into the wall behind you. You wrapped your arms around his waist and laid your head on his shoulder. Kirishima was right, it was very comfortable. Especially he was, you had thought that he’d be kind of hard considering his quirk and his muscles, but he was incredibly good at cuddling.

“Kiri, you’re so comfy.” You said after a few minutes, and you felt his arms squeeze you closer.

“So are you. It’s so nice to have someone to cuddle with that’s not a pillow.” You laughed again and he rested his chin on your head lightly, “You think we could work this into our

homework routine?”

“Yes. Every night.”

“What if we’re studying with someone else?” He asked and you moved to look up at him.

“Hmmm, pretend we’ve never studied before so then we can just cuddle instead.” You said and cuddled back into him.

You could feel his chest vibrate when he laughed at your answer, “Okay, that works for me.”

The girls made you spill everything after your dare. They completely ditched the game and started asking you questions. You told them about the cuddling and the homework nights. About the times Kirishima had helped you train your quirk. The girls didn’t spare any questions at all.

“So when did you realize you had a crush on him?” Momo asked.

You had to think for a second. “Maybe it first happened when we started to cuddle, but I don’t think I realized it until a little bit ago. I started to get excited to study or train with him. Or spend time with him at all, but then I started feeling nervous too. I think it was butterflies, and one weekend we went shopping together, I don’t know what for but I remember in one of the stores looking at him and I could hear my heartbeat. Kirishima was so cute, he was looking at Crimson Riot merch and he was so excited about finding something new. I’d say I realized that day, that I liked him.”

“Oh my god. Y/n that is so cute I could die!” Hagakure squealed and Ochako hugged you laughing. Soon after that everyone decided to go to sleep for the night, the excitement had worn everyone down and it had gotten very late, it was past midnight.

You curled up in your sleeping bag and picked up your phone. You had put it on silent so it wouldn’t annoy any of the girls during the games you played. A few notifications were on the screen, and you saw Kirishima texted you.

The first one said, “Hey! A new season of my favorite Anime was just released!”

Almost immediately after that a second one he sent read, “Whoops I forgot you’re having a girls night. Sorry! Have fun.”

A couple of hours later he sent a final one, it was a picture of his pillows along with a text, “I miss cuddling with you, my pillows don’t laugh at my jokes :( Goodnight y/n, see you tomorrow!”

He was so cute you thought you were going to melt.

The night of the Christmas party came faster than you expected, your last present for Kirishima finally arrived that morning and you barely had any time to pick it up after classes ended. The whole day went by in a blur, and you were left with just enough time to get ready and wrap the presents. You had gotten Kirishima two because you couldn’t resist once you saw the second one.

The gift for the Secret Santa was a nice gift, and you were excited to give it to him. The other one you were going to hold off until after the party, it was a little bit out there, but you knew he’d find it hilarious.

After wrapping the gifts, you got ready. It didn’t take long until you did the finishing touches to your hair and makeup, then you put on the dress you bought with Mina and Momo. Then you thought maybe you wanted to wear something else. That caused you to change in and out of four different outfits several times, it was almost time to go down for the party.

Kirishima had texted you before you got ready if you wanted to go down to it with him since both of your dorms were luckily on the same floor. Of course, you said yes, you were excited. But because of your rushed idea to change outfits at the last second, you missed his text saying he was outside your door, and you also didn’t hear him knock on it either. You finally picked the first dress you put on and as you started to pull it up, your door opened. You froze when you locked eyes with Kirishima as he stepped into the room. After a second of staring his brain registered what he saw, and his hands flew up to cover his face.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry!” He exclaimed, turning around and you yanked the dress up, trying to zip it in the process. “I texted you and knocked, but I got no answer, so I got worried!”

“No! It’s okay! It’s my fault I missed it.” You tugged at your zipper again, but it stuck in place. You paused for a second and kicked yourself, if you hadn’t switched your dress a thousand times you wouldn’t be in this, and Kirishima wouldn’t feel guilty. “Um, Kirishima?” Your voice cracked at your nervousness.

“Yeah?” He said, still facing the other way.

“Can you help me with my zipper, I got it stuck.” You could feel your face burning as you asked him.

“Oh, um, yeah.” He stood facing the wall for a second, “Can I turn around now?”

“Mhmm.”

“Okay, let me help you.” He took his hands away from his face and turned around. You spun around once he got to you, you didn’t want him to see your face flushed. The warmth of his hands went through the thin fabric at your waist and you shivered at it. He was so gentle pulling the zipper loose from where it was stuck and pulling it up all the way, being careful to move your hair out of the way. “All done.”

You smiled and turned to face him; the blush felt less than before. Hopefully, he didn’t hear your heart racing now though. “Thank you. I’m sorry for before, I should’ve looked at my phone. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“Hey,” Kirishima grabbed your tense shoulders and smiled softly, “It’s not your fault, it was mine.” He pulled into him and wrapped his arms around you. All the awkwardness drained

from your body at the hug. “I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

You laughed and hugged him back, “You didn’t, Kiri don’t worry.”

He squeezed your shoulders and brought his head close to your ear and whispered. “Good,

because you looked really good, Y/n. So beautiful.”

Chills went down your body and you felt your blush come back. Kirishima pulled back like it was nothing and walked to the door. He opened it and held out his hand towards you.

“Wanna go to the party now that we’re all dressed?”

You couldn’t believe what just happened, but Kirishima’s grin towards you caused you to giggle. “Okay, yeah let’s go.” Grabbing his hand, you began to leave your dorm. At the last second, you remembered the gift you were supposed to bring and you quickly grabbed it before you left.

The party went by very smoothly, the food was so good, and the decorations were fantastic. Bakugo and Sato prepared dinner along with a few other classmates. Momo, Jirou, and Sero had put up the decorations. Everyone went through a game of Candy Cane Olympics, Bakugo was the winner and he had nearly trampled Midoriya for the title. Kaminari and Jirou won the Karaoke competition. It was nearly time for everyone to pass out presents.

You were so excited to give Kirishima his gift. You had been getting butterflies the entire time, especially every time you caught him staring at you and then one time that he winked while smirking. It was a good thing you were sitting down for that one, it hit you hard. You were not expecting it, but it was a good surprise.

After a bit you sat on one of the couches by the tree with a few of your classmates, setting your gift on the table next to you. Not long after you did, Kirishima came up and plopped onto the couch next to you. Immediately he put his arm around your shoulders and squeezed you close to him.

“You’re so warm, did you swap quirks with Todoroki?” You asked quietly, nestling into his side.

“Hah, maybe I did on accident.” Kirishima laughed.

“Good, I like it warm.” You said.

“Oh, you like his quirk? Are you cuddling with someone else?” He pretended to be shocked.

“Maybe… You didn’t know?” You feigned innocence, “Dang, I thought this was a multi-person cuddle thing. My bad.”

Kirishima moved his mouth close to your ear, whispering deeply “Well, we’ll have to change that, won't we? I don’t like to share.”

Before you could say anything back to him you caught Mina staring at you grinning and nudging Jirou. That couldn’t be good.

“Okay, everyone! It’s time for Secret Santa exchange!” All your classmates started moving excitedly, and you were confused when Kirishima didn’t move.

“Don’t you have a gift for someone?” You asked him.

“Oh, yeah I had Tsu. I gave her my gift for her earlier this week. It was a couple of really cool wool sweaters I found, and it got really cold this week I figured she could use them.”

“Awe, you are such a sweetheart. Who would’ve known Kiri.” You laughed at his fake offended face.

“I am hurt that you think so little of me, Y/n.” Kirishima laughed.

“I’m just kidding, you’re the nicest person I know.” You said and his expression softened.

“Shouldn’t you give your gift out? I don’t want to be keeping you stuck here.” He started to get off the couch. You grabbed his arm, stopping him from moving.

“I got you for Secret Santa.” You grabbed the present from the table beside you and handed it to him.

“Awe really?! That’s so cool, y/n.” He smiled at you and looked down to the present in his hands, then it hit you, you grabbed the wrong gift. The one that was meant for him to open in front of everyone during the party was up in your dorm still. The present he was holding was bigger and more square than the actual gift. You had given him the gag gift, the inside joke one. Your stomach dropped to the floor. You must’ve grabbed the wrong one when you hurried out of the door.

“Wait! Kirishima, don’t open that.”

“What do you mean, of course I’m going to open it.” He didn’t waste a second and tore into the green wrapping paper. This was going to be embarrassing. It didn’t take long at all for him to open the gift at all. Your nerves were soaring when he finally turned it over to the front side.

“Oh my god, Y/n…..” Kirishima said staring at the gift. It was a pillow. You wished that was the only thing, but the pillowcase over it was the best part of the gift. It was black, and a picture of you in the middle of it. You held up peace signs and your tongue stuck out. The words ‘hug me’ under the picture of you. He was so quiet, you realized he probably hated it.

“I’m so sorry! That wasn’t the right gift… I-“

Kirishima cut you off, with a loud bark of laughter. “Holy crap this is amazing! How did you even do this?”

You looked at him in shock. “What?”

“Y/n this is so fricking cool, now I can sleep with you every night!” He said very excitedly. That gained your classmate's attention. Mina stared at you with wide eyes and your cheeks flamed. You jumped up and grabbed his hand pulling him up.

“Follow me.” You said quickly and rushed towards the elevators.

“Where are we going?” Kirishima laughed trying to keep up with you.

Once you made it to the floor of your dorms, you went straight to yours. “When we had our little incident earlier I grabbed the wrong gift. I got you that one to give to you in private.”

“Oh, you don’t want others to know about our cuddle sessions.” He said smirking.

“That’s not it at all,” You spoke coming to your door and going it. Kirishima followed you, still holding onto the pillow. You were glad that he didn’t leave it on the couch next to him.

“When I pulled your name for the Secret Santa I was a little disappointed.” His smile faltered a bit, “No! Not like that, I just was excited to get you something special for Christmas. I wanted you to open that in private because it is really special to me. The time you spend with me.”

“Y/n,” He said softly and walked closer toward you. “I know, it is really special to me too.”

Your chest warmed when he said that. You reached to grab his other gift. “This was the one I wanted you to open for the Secret Santa. I think you’ll really like it, but I didn’t want you to think I just got you something because I pulled your name, Kiri.”

He took the gift from your hands, looking at you before opening it. His hands were so gentle pulling apart the wrapping paper, very different than downstairs. The first thing he saw was the manga set of his favorite anime the two of you had watched every night together.

“Wow, thank you.” He said smiling up at you.

“There’s something else, open the little box.” You said the butterflies in your stomach had flown to your heart now. Kirishima slowly took the lid off the white box. You heard him gasp slightly when he saw what it was. Inside the box were two things, a necklace, and a small keychain. “The keychain is the first-ever merch for Red Riot.”

He looked stunned. “How did you get this?” His voice was so soft, and quiet.

“A few months ago right after your first patrol with Fatgum that went viral, I looked up to see if you had merch. There was a preorder for a small company that produces Fatgum’s and Suneater’s merch. It was this keychain, I bought it right away.”

The key chain was the R from his hero costume. It was red, there was a thin outline of black and an outline of white around the R. Inside the R was his name and hero name.

“I didn’t know if you’d be interested in it, but there are matching keychains of Fatgum and Suneater. I got them too for you if you want them.’

Kirishima ran his hand around the R, admiring the keychain. “Y/n. This is perfect. I can't even tell you how much I love it. What’s the necklace? Is it merch too?”

“Oh. No, I made that one. My mom helped me with it, she makes jewelry.” You said you could feel tears pricking the back of your eyes at his reaction. “I, um. It’s made out of ruby beads, and black chain.”

It was a necklace with a black chain, in the middle was a red RR pendant, on each side of it were three glass black beads.

“I wanted you to have something else that no one would have. Something only from me. Because both you and Red Riot are one of the most important people in my life.” You whispered; your hands were starting to shake from the butterflies fluttering wildly inside you. “I have a matching one too. It’s a bracelet though, so it’s not the exact same.”

You took the bracelet out of the bowl on your nightstand, showing him.

Kirishima was completely quiet for a moment, just staring at the necklace. You began to get worried.

“Kiri? Do you like it?” He didn’t answer your questions. “You don’t have to keep it! I can take it back if you don’t like it. I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t-“

You were interrupted when his hands softly grabbed your face. Then he kissed you. It was slow at first, you were caught off guard. When you realized what was happening you kissed him back. His arms moved to wrap around your waist, and he deepened the kiss. You could feel your flush. Your arms moved on their own and wrapped around his neck, once buried in his hair, the Santa hat on his head fell to the floor.

He pulled back very slightly for a breath and went back in for a kiss again. It was breathtaking and you felt like you were floating. After a few more seconds you pulled back to breathe. Kirishima rested his head against your forehead. His red eyes staring into yours, the butterflies in your bodies felt like they were breaking free.

“Y/n. Don’t ever apologize for a gift again.” He said pulling you to sit on the edge of your bed.

“Do you like it?” You asked hopefully.

“I am not kidding when I say this is the best gift I have ever gotten in my life. I can’t even believe you got all this for me. There are so many meanings within these few things. I love them.” He cupped your face again and reached for something in his pocket. It was a small white box with your initials on the left corner of it.

You took it from him when he held it out to you. “What is this?”

“So, I don’t have the skills to make you something special, and also you don’t have any merch out yet. Sorry, this is awkward…” He laughed and rubbed his neck.

“Hey, no it’s okay.” You said, moving your free hand and placing it on his cheek. You opened the box, inside was a ring. In the middle of it was a small gemstone of your birth month, on each side was a small clear crystal. Tears pricked your eyes once again, “Kiri..” You whispered you took it out of the box and it was a perfect fit. You looked up at him once again, “I love it. Thank you!”

“Y/n, you are so welcome. You deserve so much more than I can give you right now.” You leaned in to hug him and he returned it immediately. His large arms wrapping around you, warming your whole body. When you both pulled away he grinned at you, “I also got you a year membership for your favorite café, it’s one drink or food item free a day but I think it’s worth it.” He laughed and laced his fingers through your hand. “I want to take you there for the first day though.”

You waited a second before you got the courage, “Kiri?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to go there as a date?” You could practically see the butterflies from your stomach in the room now.

“I was just about to ask that,” He said grinning again, “Are you psychic, y/n.”

“I am actually, I didn’t think you’d ever find out!” You gasped, Kirishima laughed at your response.

“I may not be book smart, but I can read you like a book.” He said, “Wait, don’t say anything that didn’t make sense.”

“I like you so much Kiri, I wanted to tell you for a bit but I didn’t know if you liked me back.” You said looking down at your hands, when he squeezed your hand you looked up again. “But I don’t know how I didn’t see it this whole time, how much you meant to me, and how you feel about me too.”

“Y/n, I have never felt so many feelings for someone before,” Kirishima said, his eyes seemed to sparkle when you met them. “I care so much about you, more than anyone.”

A huge yawn ripped from your throat breaking the trance the two of you were in. You laughed and stood up, pulling Kirishima along with you. “I’m really happy that you liked my gifts.”

“I loved them; they were all so special to me in a different way.” He said looking softly at you, “Just like you, y/n. The pillow though was so great where did you even find it?” You just grinned and shrugged at him. He shook his head leaning down to the floor, he grabbed the pillow you gave him. “Can you stay in my room tonight? I really want to cuddle with you right now, more than ever.”

“Let me change first.” You said smiling at him.

Without missing a beat, he leaned in placing a kiss on your lips again. You deepened it, grabbing his shirt pulling him closer. After a second, he grabbed your hand and pulled you to the door. “You can wear my clothes, I can’t help myself you’re too cute. He then pulled you out of your room. You left the butterflies behind in your room, no longer nervous just very excited to wake up in his arms, not having to pull yourself from his grasp at the end of the night like before.

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mrsmaybankhere · 4 years ago

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Lose yourself

this is the fic i was talking about and i’m quite proud of it, soo i hope you liked it as much as i do!!

i was literally crying the whole time so i’m sorry for any mistakes. it’s also huuge, over 3.5 k words so be ready for it💞

enjoy and let me know what you guys think!! love you a lot xx

Televisions didn't announced any storm coming to OBX, but as you drive your Jeep to The Cut you can clearly see clouds begin to form on the now clear blue sky. The heat was barely supportable in the last few days, but a storm or another hurricane is never a good thing. You bite on your lower lip, thinking at your friends who got lost on the ocean and are now declared dead. Today are three months since then and apparently, today is gonna be another storm. But things changed since that day.

Oh God, how much did they change...

You stop the car engine and after you jump out from the car, you take with you the few food purchases you made on your way there. You already know that the boys are out of beer and anything edible. Beside these stupid mushrooms they took a few days ago and tripped on them for almost eight hours.

You push the door of the Chateau using one arm, holding the bags with the other one and the door finally open after a few tries. There was some trash blocking it and you gulp, trying to hide your disappointment as Pope welcomes you in.

"Oy, JJ! [Y/N] is here!"He screams at your boyfriend and you nod, handing him the bags as you follow him into the kitchen. JJ murmured something you didn't understand and a few curse words. You decide to take care of this first.

"What's up?" You casually ask him and you take a look around the kitchen as you place the food and the beer into the initially very empty fridge. Damn, how did they live here?

"Not too much. JJ is rolling a blunt if you're asking."

"You look stoned." You say as you rise your eyebrow, Pope shifting uncomfortable on the kitchen old and stained countertop.

"Well maybe because I just smoked, mom?" He makes it seem like a question and you pull your lips in a line, trying to cover your sigh.

You begin to clean the kitchen, throwing every piece of trash into a big plastic bag with Pope's eyes following every step you make. He's walking on eggshells around you, wondering how much time will take you to finally explode. He expected you to do it quite sooner, but you were nothing but calm and soft towards them. Especially J.

"Kie answered." You hear his voice, now quite raspy and you turn around to look at him. He can see the sparkles of hope in your eyes and he hates to broke it for you.

"What did she said?"

"That she can't see us like she used to. And that her parents are right with whatever shits they said to her about us. That she w-..."

"I think I get it." You feel a pain in your chest at the memories of Kie being here. Of John B and Sarah being alive and you laughing and partying together. Actually being a family. Pope just nods his head, his pain bigger than yours. He didn't just lost three friends, he also lost his girlfriend. Probably his parents too.

"When was the last time you went home? Your mother is worried sick."

Pope's mother called you last night, crying and imploring you to try and talk with him. JJ moved his ass here, leaving his abusive old man and it was for the better, but Pope's parents are good people and they don't deserve all this pain. None of you did deserve it, but you all have it on your shoulders anyway.

"Can't remember." He mutters, avoiding your glare. "Last weekend I think."

"Eight days, Pope? Really?" You rising your voice a little bit, feeling like a mother and that's what exactly you were for them these three horrible months. And that's what Pope wanted so bad to avoid: your disappointed face. "Go home right now or I will kick your ass out. You have ten minutes." You demand with a stern voice and face as you walk out of the kitchen, cleaning the living room and the porch as well. John B's room remained untouched and JJ locked it with a key that he hide it God knows where. "For when he gets back" he said that day and you had a horrible feeling of deja vu.

Now you are sure that a storm is coming as full grey clouds are covering the sky and you even catched a few lightnings. By the time you were down with the cleaning, Pope walks on the porch with a backpack on his shoulder and JJ following right behind him. He's only wearing jeans, his hair a mess and his shark necklace always at his neck.

"What do you mean you leaving? I just rolled the perfect...Trust me, the perfect blunt."

You thought that you get used to something after seeing it for a thousand times, but you didn't get used to the new JJ. The heartbroken and devastated, always wasted JJ. The past three months were a hell for him and he made it even worse for you. You had to adjust to your own grief and you also had his pain on your back, carrying it with you every moment of the day and night. In the first month you couldn't sleep or eat at all as your only concern was JJ. You were scared that he may be doing something stupid or reckless and for most of the times he was. Starting fights for nothing and beating the shit out of everyone who dared to bother him. At first you also thought that Pope was gonna help you, but you were so naive. You were so blind that you didn't saw how Pope changed too, copying JJ's mechanism to numb out the pain: drugs and alcohol. But beside JJ, Pope isn't lying himself that everything is alright. Or that they will come back eventually.

"Baby! Didn't see you there. What are you doin'?" He knews that you were there, but he was too drunk and high to remember it. His arm loosely grabs your shoulders, pulling you to his side for a sloppy kiss. You can't hide your little smile because when you two kiss, you feel like your JJ is still there and times are happy again. And then when he pulls from your kiss, you have to face the cruel reality again.

"I was cleaning. The Chateau never looked this dirty before." You didn't realize it, but JJ's face fell at your words. You watch him walking away from you barefoot on the porch's floor, leaning against the supporting pillars. He turns with his back at you and Pope, lighting up the blunt and also speaking. You can see how tense his back is.

"We don't mind. We are living here..." He points a finger to Pope and himself. "Not you, [Y/N]. So you can't have a opinion."

"Pope is not living here."

"I have to head home, JJ. A storm is coming..." Pope pleads, trying to get a approbation from the blond guy.

"Yea, sure. Just go home before the rain star-..."

"Shut up, JJ." You snap at him, giving a hug to Pope before he slowly nods towards JJ who just ignored it. His bloodshot piercing blue eyes are on you, angry at you. You kept your calm for so long and for two months you were nothing but a sweet loving girlfriend to him, always down for sex, parties and even robbery. But your patience reached her limit and since then, you and JJ fight every night. And tonight isn't different.

"What's your problem?" He asks as quickly as you two remained alone.

"I think you know very well since I've told you many times now, but I'm gonna repeat myself: you are my problem, JJ. I'm tired."

You don't think that he's listening to you. He is puffing the blunt, watching outside from the door. The rain finally starts and the weather also get a little cold because of the wind.

"Come on, let's get inside." You speak and you open the door, entering into the living room, JJ following you with a growl and still smoking.

"Can't you just leave me alone for once?"

For three months he had talked to you like this. He was the old JJ only when he was inside of you or you were giving him head. You still be crying yourself to sleep every night because of this, of how powerless you are in this situation. All you can do is sit there and watch him falling apart.

But you had enough of it.

"JJ." You call his name and he turns around to look at you, you quickly grab the blunt from his hand and you throw it on the window. At least you have his attention now. But he's furious.

"What the fuck are you doing? Aren't you tired of all this fighting every damn night? Cause I am." His voice his loud and harsh, sending daggers right into your already broken heart. "You know, I left my father for a reason, [Y/N]."

"Don't...Don't you fucking say that to me! I actually give a fuck about your wasted ass!"

Well, this turned out good. Wonderful.

"Oh yeah? Then why are you acting like you are better than me? Like you are my damn mom or something."

You just wanted a calm conversation, but this is quickly turning into the same screaming match you always have. Both of you throwing the same heavy words, ending up with you crying, but still staying the night in the couch just to make sure he's okay during the night. That's how much of a pathetic you are.

"JJ, please hear me out. Let me talk. I don't wanna fight anymo-..."

"I can see that." He speaks sarcastically and you groan, still trying to keep your calm.

"JJ, look at me..." You cup his face to force him into looking right into your tired but still loving eyes. Even right now you are heartbroken for him, not for you. You gasp with tears already falling on your cheeks, knowing that what you're about to say will broke him down but you're hoping that he will wake up and finally see it for himself. "It's been three months, baby. John B is not coming back."

You can't describe what you saw inside of his eyes; something you never saw before, not in this way. The rage that's fulling his eyes is overwhelming for you and for your thin body as he grabs your shoulders, his fingers dagging into your skin as he's shacking you.

"Watch your mouth, [Y/N]. I'll say this once...And you better get it in your damn little head. Behave or leave for good."

You gulp down the words you had in your mouth, just letting him talk shit to you when you don't deserve any of it. You became his punching bag.

"You know what? Leave. I wanna be alone."

"I-I don't..." You can't talk as you feel anxiety taking control over your mind and body. Yeah, you are tired of this situation, but leaving him for good never was an option for you.

"Leave. I don't want you here. Can't you see that?"

You bite on your lower lip as you can feel how your stupid heart is ripped right from your chest, parts of it shattering your insides. You are still standing on your legs, but inside you feel like you are on your knees, screaming to make this stop. The pain is unbounded.

He turns with his back at you to grab a beer from the fridge; his hands are shacking while he tries to open it and he mutters a "fuck" under his heavy breath. When you finally find your voice again, you speak with a lower voice than what you expected.

"No. I'm sorry, but I'm not leaving you."

His back is tensed and jawline and fists clenched at the sound of your weak voice. You watch his back, not knowing what to expect from him, but you decide to keep talking. You can't make it worse than this.

Or...?

"You are the one who's always there for the ones he care about. I don't know about the others, but for me, JJ...You are my shoulder to cry on, my-...My lifebuoy. I wouldn't be here today if you weren't."

Your crying is uncontrollably at this point, making it really hard to breath properly as you feel like you're drowning in your words. You cover your mouth with your hand, a scream wanting so bad to leave your sore throat.

"So if you want to treat me like shit...If you want to get it all out on me, do it. I will let you, if that makes you feel better. If hurting me makes you feel better...I will let you, Jay. But-...But that won't bring John B and Sarah back. Nothing will bring them back, baby..."

Your voice just crack while speaking and you gulp down, biting your tongue so hard that you can feel the taste of blood in your mouth. JJ slowly turns around to look at you and your heart takes another punch as the sigh of him crying, sobbing uncontrollably with a painful smile on his lips.

"You think I don't know that, [Y/N]? Fuck...I know it, but-...But it hurts so bad. I can't help it."

"Baby..." You slowly whimper and you spreads your arms around his shacking body. His head quickly finds comfort in your neck, his tears wetting your skin as yours are wetting his hair. You let your face in his hair as you slowly fall down at the floor with his arms tight around your waist.

"I-I just can't really believe it...I'm still waiting for him to come back. But I know he won't-...They will never come back."

Fighting with JJ was horrible, but him crying like this and falling apart in your arms is something else. This is your nightmare coming out alive, destroying you bad and permanently. You didn't say anything else, you can't find words that are enough in this situation, so you stand there on the floor, his body all over yours as you run your fingers through his now damp hair, over his back, arms and face, wipping the tears away. He keep muttering things, pouring his whole heart out, but you feel like he is more talking to himself and not really to you.

"I just wanna do the right thing, [Y/N]..."

"I know. I will help you with that."

He raises his head from your chest, his beautiful eyes are now very red and puffy. You softly kiss them and the dark circles around them.

"Why are you still here? I was-...I was an asshole to you. I wanted you to leave me, so I can destroy myself without-....Without pulling you with me."

All this time you thought he didn't noticed things around him, but he did way too much. He was hurt when he saw Kie hanging with Kooks again, he was hurt to see Pope changing for bad, but he was totally broken to see you not giving a fuck about you, instead giving your entire everything for him. He thought you will leave sooner or later; he actually hoped you will. But you didn't. You stood there, losing weight and hair because of all the stress and sadness, spending nights crying and worrying for him when he was totally shitfaced and the next day you still managed to smile at him. You still had in you the power to smile.

"I won't give up on you, JJ. Never and I mean it." You are so sure of your words as you speak, locking your eyes with him while cupping his face, slowly tracing lines on his cheek. That calms him down a bit and he surprises you when he brings your hands to his lips, slowly kissing your wrists. Another tear left his eye because of how skinny you are, knowing that he is the reason. You always brought food, but he never saw you ate any.

"You're too good. You-...You know that, right? I don't deserve you. I'm so fucking sorry...For doing you like this."

"I don't care what you think. You will-....You have to get out of this black hole. I'm getting you out, baby."

Both of you are still crying, but you managed to calm down. JJ has helped you and you helped him. You two finally had ears to actually listen to each other and that bring a smile on your red damp faces.

"I love you with all I have in me." He speaks with his face hiding in your chest and you smile, kissing the top of his head and his forehead. You keep on placing kisses all over him as a reminder that you are there, still loving him.

"I know, trust me I know. I lo-..."

"You don't have to say it back. You proved it way more than I did." You bite on your lip and you pull his head up to make eye contact with him. He looks so sad and hurt. You wanted so bad to wrap him in your arms and keep him there forever, protecting him from the world and all the pain.

"But I want to say it back." You smile and you gently press a kiss on his lips, butterflies dancing around in your stomach. "I love you, JJ! I love you!"

"Say it again." He whimpers and you smile again, pressing another sweet kiss to his lips. You miss this so much.

"I love you!" This time he's the one kissing you, really soft at the started of it and then he pours his whole heart on your lips, right on that kiss that is meant to take your breath away.

You stood there in silence for another long moments, until you couldn't feel your legs and hands anymore, but you didn't wanted to bother him so you didn't moved at all. When you two finally find the strength to get up and face the world, JJ looks like he's thinking at something.

"I have an idea..."

You managed to sleep for three full hours and it was something beside the other days. You still have a painful migraine and JJ needs focus to keep himself straight on his legs, but when the sun wasn't even out yet, you two and Pope arrived at the docks.

"Kie answered?" J asks and you slowly wrap your arm around his waist and Pope shakes his head, a sad look on his sleepy face.

"I don't think she will." Pope says and you and JJ remain quiet, still hoping.

The three of you sit down on the old wood and nobody said anything. There is nothing to say as you are waiting for the sunrise. The cold wind feels right on your skin, still hot from all the crying before sleeping and the only sounds around are from the insects or birds. The blunt is now at Pope and you take it from his fingers, smoking a little before passing it to your boyfriend. Your anxiety is not as bad as before, but you still can't keep yourself calm.

Soon enough, the sun slowly starts coming out from the ocean, the sky colors quickly changing to a beautiful red and orange combination that you always loved. You look at JJ and Pope, your boy taking out the little braided basket in which you placed a picture of your friends, John B and Sarah. You remember that day; you were with the boat on a throuple date and they are smilling at each other, their eyes locked as they didn't know you were taking pictures.

"They were so in love..." A soft voice speaks from behind you and you all turn around, seeing Kie standing there with tears falling on her pink cheeks.

You bite your lip to keep your tears locked, but looking at the boys they are already crying, so you start crying too. Kie almost run into your arms, wrapping her arms around all of you and hugging you tight.

"I knew-...I knew you will be here." You talk while sobbing and JJ kiss your temple, his tears falling on your face.

"I'm sorry...I-I'm really sorry. I didn't know what to do...But I shouldn't-..."

Pope stops her by kissing her cheek and pulling her in for a hug, Kie hiding her wet face at his chest as JJ looks at all of you, his glare stopping on you as you smile at him and slowly nod your head, encouraging him to do it.

You see his Adam's apple gulping up and down as he slowly places the braided basket above the water, still holding it with his fingers so it wasn't taking away yet. You tap his shoulder to make sure he knows that you are here.

"I will never forget you." JJ speaks to the picture, your head falling on his shoulder as hot tears falls on your cheeks. "And I think I will always wait for you to come back. Maybe you will, but probably you won't. But it's okay...You did it in Pogue's style." His whole body his shacking away, crying and speaking with sobs, muttering curses under his breath because he can't hold it in. "I love you, brother. And sister."

He shows you that he needs you and your touch by how he lets his head on your chest, just like he did the night before and you start speaking, your fingers in his hair and you eyes locked with the picture.

"John B, you were the brother I never had. Fuck, you even were my father if I needed too. Remember when you and JJ took me to prom because you think that no one was good enough for me? You were probably right because-....Because you two are the best matches for me. My best friends. My-...My shoulders to cry on. And Sarah...You were the best Kook ever, sorry Kie." You all laugh a little through your tears. "It was impossible to not love you when you were so-...So supportive and loving. Fuck....I will miss you so bad, guys. Chateau...And we, we will never be the same without you, but we will keep you in our hearts forever. I love you, guys."

It's too much for your weak hearts to handle it, but somehow you managed to go through the little speeches you all gave to them. Sadly, to a photo of them.

You all get up as JJ lights up the photo and let the basket float above the water, the waves quickly taking him away from the dock. Pope pulls you to his side, JJ and Kiara doing the same as the four of you share a big group hug while watching the basket. It's now covered in flames, but still floats away on the ocean.

JJ looks up at the sky and he whispers.

"Come on, man. I know you are somewhere out here...Just come back."

"What?" You whisper back to him, not sure if he really said something or not.

"I didn't say anything." JJ smiles at you and pulls you to his chest. He wraps his arms around you and places his lips on your forehead, keeping them there a little longer. "You are my Angel, [Y/N]. Thank you."

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brilliantt · 4 years ago

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Mouse - part one

Summary: Maggie Shelby isn’t like her brothers or sister, being quiet and studious she often struggles to fit in. When money gets stolen and she is accused will she stick around and continue to be outcast in her family?

A/N: this is my first fic ever and im nervouss! l love reading peaky blinder fics and thought i’d give it a go. I plan on this being a series loosely based between series 3 and 4, loosely because I haven’t watched the series in a while and it won’t follow every single event. In this chapter we can see her close relationship with John, my fave Shelby boy :))

It was undeniable that Maggie - or Mags, as kept John insisting- was in fact a Shelby. While Finn could perhaps be mistaken with his ginger hair, inherited from their mother’s side, Maggie could almost be Ada’s or Tommy’s twin with her dark curls and blue eyes. While her appearance screamed SHELBY, her attitude whispered it. Maggie wasn’t loud like Arthur or confident like John. Nor was she determined like Tommy nor rebellious like Ada. And she certainly couldn't have fun like her twin. Maggie was a mouse in the Shelby zoo: uninteresting and forgettable. The way she liked it. For Maggie, if she could spend the day in her room, reading books and being out of the way from her family’s ruckus below, it was a day well spent.

Of course this never sat well with her family, least of all John who was no doubt the most outgoing brother. John was undeniably her favourite brother, but right now as he dragged Maggie around the market, the one they’ve spent hours at already, she couldn’t help but wonder why she favoured him. The sound of her feet stumbling were drowned out by the bustle of deals and bargaining. Her vision blocked by the numerous products shoved in her face by the vendors. The maze cleared finally when John stopped at another stall.

His lips pursed, the toothpick that Maggie hated jutted out as his eyes scanned the products in front of him. It wasn’t long before he huffed and turned to Maggie who he noticed was distracted by a scuffle between two young boys. He flicked her neck and muttered “You gonna help me pick or what?” Maggie brought her fingers to ease the slight pain in her neck and frowned at John, “She’s your wife John, shouldn’t you know what she likes?” Her eyes flickered on the assortment of jewellery in front of her. She scrunched her nose up. The glitter of the jewels gave her no interest and it was clear John felt the same.

“I know fuck all, Mags, i just know Esme likes shiny shit, and it’s your job to pick something she likes enough to get me out of the doghouse, eh?” He wiped his brow. Maggie stared at her brother, feeling annoyed that he dragged her out here, from her very busy schedule of staying in her room to make this decision, something he could easily do. “So if I pick something, I can go back to the house and you’ll leave me alone?” John smirked at her, raised one eyebrow and nodded once. With a new determination, Maggie took a closer look at the array in front of her, trying to decide if Esme would prefer a ring or a necklace. “What did you even do?” She asked her eyes stilling on one ring in particular, a thick gold band with a dull black stone- one of the simple ones among the shine of gems. When John didn’t answer she turned to him with the ring in her hand, “Doesn’t matter,” he shrugged, and Maggie rolled her eyes. He frowned at the ring she chose.“That’s fucking ugly.”

Her mouth opened with shock, “You asked me to pick, John!” She cried in defense. He took the ring from her and studied it closer, he smirked again before saying “Fuck sake, Arthur would have been better at this!” This made Maggie frown further and cross her arms, she resisted stomping her feet, remembering his constant teasing when she did it the last time.

“Don’t get it then.” She huffed.

“Nope, I’m getting it,” John grinned, “and when Esme hates it and kicks me out, I can come and annoy you all day because it's your fault that you picked such an ugly ring.” Maggie pouted as John handed it to the vendor, who in turn placed it in a paper bag and accepted the coins handed to her. While she was annoyed that John bought it, she couldn't help but feel relief that they would now leave the market.

As John led her away through the stalls, this time letting her walk without his hand gripping her arm, Maggie couldn’t help lingering by a stall selling beautiful leather journals. She watched the seller show one off to a smartly dressed man- something hard to come by in Small Heath- flicking through the blank pages and letting him feel the luxurious cover. Maggie sighed dreamily, while the jewellery didn’t hold her attention, these books certainly did, wishing she owned one since her last birthday, although she was too scared to ask due to the impressive price tag attached.

“You want anything Mags?” The hand John placed on her back made her jump, she looked at him and shook her head to say no, letting John to guide her in the direction of the house, allowing herself one last glance at the stall.

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Maggie had managed to avoid everyone the next day, in favour of finishing her latest novel and studying from her school books. The sandwich that her Aunt Polly had made her for lunch stayed half eaten and forgotten next to her on her desk as the afternoon turned to evening. Maggie was so engrossed in her arithmetic book- the subject she favoured and excelled at- that she didn’t hear her door open behind her, with footsteps following. “I think you’re the only Shelby who’d rather fucking do schoolwork than drink a whiskey with the rest of us, Mags.” She jumped in her seat and gasped at the interruption, huffing at the ink she spilled on the page. “Well, I don’t like whiskey John.” Her brother stumbled back, placing one hand on his chest, the other hidden behind his back. “Fuck’s sake, you might as well rip my heart out and stomp on it.” Maggie rolled her eyes at her brother's antics and tried to hide the smile that only John could rise from her.

“Did Esme kick you out? Is that why you’re bothering me again?” Maggie smirked cheekily at John. “Oi, watch yourself,” He pointed his finger at her, “actually Esme loved the ring and she was soo happy that she jumped right on top of me and-”

“Ah!” Maggie quickly put her hands to her ears, knowing the direction of the conversation, “Stop John! Stop talking right now!” Her brother grinned widely. He reached one hand to put her arms back down, “Since you picked the ring so well, I thought I’d get you a little reward.” Maggie eyed him skeptically, it wasn't often John gave thoughtful gifts. Normally the only ‘gifts’ he gave her were spiders on her bed or salt in her water. John’s other hand appeared from behind his back and he shoved a rectangular shaped package into Maggie’s lap. “What is it?” Her tone held only suspicion. Her fingers smoothed over the paper wrapping. At John’s nod of encouragement she carefully pulled at the wrapping until it came apart. The paper crinkled as she pushed it away to reveal a leather book she immediately recognised. Her mouth parted, fingers dancing over the high quality of the pages. “You know, most people would be saying thank you by now…” John knew when he saw Maggie ogling the book stall that this gift would be appreciated, however, what he didn’t expect was his sister to bound into him for the tightest hug he thought he’d ever receIved. It wasn’t a common occurrence for Maggie to initiate any sort of affection- leaving him and Arthur to treat her as if she was a doll and they were little five-year old girls. Knowing this, he quickly returned the embrace with an equal amount of force. “You like it then Mags?”

“Like it? John this is the best thing I’ve ever been given...thank you!” John chuckled and couldn’t wait the gloat to the rest of his brothers. “But, it.. It must have cost a fortune John.” John pulled back from the hug and saw the worry in his sister’s eyes. “Yeah, well we don’t have to worry about that anymore, eh? The Shelby’s can afford to buy a hundred of them books and then a hundred more.” He put a gentle hand on her shoulder, “You want something you just gotta ask, right?” She nodded but John rolled his eyes knowing she wouldn’t ask for anything. He removed his hands and went to leave her room.

“You know what this means though?” Maggie looked up from the new book at John who stood by the door. She frowned in confusion and shook her head, “No, what does this mean?”

John grinned. “It means that since I bought you this very nice present, I’m allowed to bother you as much as I like and you have to do exactly what I tell you until.. Well, until forever.” John left the room before Maggie could even comprehend what he said.

“What?” She said in disbelief, “That is not what that means!” She called out and when John did not respond her eyes widened, “John? That’s not what it means!”

John chuckled to himself and finished walking down the stairs, looking forward to bugging his sister again tomorrow to find another apology gift for Esme.

-NEXT-

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fullsunalicia · 5 years ago

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can you write a royal au with any of the dreamies?? thank you and your writing is really good!

a true love‘s kiss — NJM

as the youngest of four daughters, you are the least of all expected to ascend the throne. sure, you can marry, but with your father‘s reputation and the land he possesses, no one‘s going to fight for the daughter that is going to inherit nothing. that is, until one particular beautiful prince sets eyes on you and never wants to look anywhere else ever again.

prince!na jaemin x princess!reader

thank you so much for the request, and your kind words! 🤍 honestly i thought of jaemin right away and the idea made me really giddy. i hope you enjoy!

Na Jaemin is famous for his beauty and his power. It‘s no wonder that someday, he comes knocking at your father‘s doors, asking for his daughter‘s hand in marriage.

Everyone hopes to marry Soyeon. She‘s the eldest, and most beautiful one of you. Because there are no brothers in this family, she is going to take the throne someday and be called Queen, while you and your elder sisters will remain princesses. Maybe after her coronation, someone will have pity on you and make you their queen.

But as long as Soyeon is unwed, no one‘s eyes will ever sway to you.

You have come to like living in her shadow. The attention is never on you, and you essentially get to be the troublemaker without being punished too much. Soyeon may be the eldest, but you‘re the favorite, the baby of the family. You are spoiled rotten, and everybody knows. Despite that, you still treat everyone with respect, thank the servants for even the littlest things and like to spend time with the people in the castle, no matter what social standing they are of.

So when a servant of yours informs you that Prince Jaemin is to come visit, you shrug and turn your attention back to the flowers again.

Most times, the servants forbid you from helping them. Most times, you just ignore them and do it anyways. That‘s why you’re sitting next to Haseul (your gardner) right now, knees deep in the mud, even though your dress was more expensive than imaginable.

„Are you not excited to meet him, princess?“ Haseul hands you a particularly beautiful tulip, and you set it aside. Later, you‘d put it into a vase in your chamber. „I heard he‘s very charming. He‘s got it from his father, no doubt - he‘s a good king, but it took the man some time to settle down.“

„How do you know?“ You‘ve heard much about the rumoured Na king, and you even remember an encounter when you were really young. He had gifted you a very nice necklace, still well-kept of in one of your drawers. He‘s nice, but you don‘t know what kind of king that makes him. Politics is not your forte.

Being a troublemaker is.

„Servant‘s gossip.“ Haseul tears open a bag of planting seeds, and she holds it open for you so you can scoop out a a handful. Where you‘re kneeling right now would soon be a field of roses, in just a few weeks. „Information spreads fast, especially when it‘s being spread by the people working in the castle. I‘ve heard their servants are being treated exceptionally well. Maybe as nice as ours, but they don‘t have a princess like we do.“

That makes you smile.

There‘s one amazing key factor to being the youngest. The rules don‘t apply to you as much. You are not expected to be the picture-perfect daughter who has to satisfy the entire world, and you are not expected to mingle with the right crowd. No one is fazed when you hug the maiden who helped you put on your corsage. Nobody minds it when you pop into the kitchen and thank all the cooks for the nice food.

Heavy is the head that wears the crown. Thankfully, you‘ll never have to.

Haseul helps you up and sighs at the many stains the flower bed has left on your dress, but she only shoos you away and tells you to get changed before your mother sees.

The castle is enormous. If you hadn‘t been raised here, you‘d gest lost often. The hallways are like a maze, leading god knows where and sometimes, most parts of the castle are inhabited. Countless times have people lost their way in here, and every time they are lead back by an awkward grinning servant or the princesses who come looking for them. Your chamber isn‘t the biggest one, but in your opinion the prettiest - through the windows, you have a perfect view of the garden, watching the sun set and rise on your favorite flowers.

„We must get you ready quickly, princess,“ the girl who‘s helping you step out of the dress says. She‘s new, you notice it immediately. Even if it seems impossible, you try and remember every face of everyone who works here, even if you catch a glimpse of your sisters‘ servants only once a year. This maiden is new, maybe even younger than you are. „Prince Jaemin is already on his way.“

„Are you new here? What‘s your name?“

She smiles. „I‘ve heard of your kindness towards the people who work for you,“ the unknown lady mumbles, and you watch as she turns you around to tie your corsage. Her fingers are nimble, rough at the tips. „Thank you. But we mustn‘t be late, so we‘ll have to wait for afterwards with the introductions.“

„Will you tell me your name then?“

Someone opens the door to your room, carrying in a monstrosity of a dress. Of course it‘s breathtakingly beautiful, but it‘s practically a star. Jewels blink at every fold of the garment, thin, barely there, but still shining bightly. A little bit like you.

Your new friend giggles as she waves the person who carried the gown in closer so they can help. „Sure,“ the respond comes several seconds later. „If you promise me to shine just as bright as your sisters tonight. Don‘t let them steal the spotlight all the time - there‘s a reason you‘re the favorite.“

❀ ❀ ❀

Na Jaemin is so beautiful, you almost want to cry.

Well, not like you‘d waste your tears on men. For a silly reason, atleast. But you‘d make an exception for this prince, who seems more angel than human, because his smile makes everyone in the room breathless and he doesn‘t seem to notice. Or maybe he does, and he enjoys it.

For the first time in long, you‘re sad that suitors only look for Soyeon.

Of course you wish the best for your sister. She‘s strict towards you, but she still loves you. She was the first person to see you walk, because she taught you how. Soyeon taught you how to tie your own corsage, because any proper woman should be able to. Every now and then, she forces you to sit down and study, even though it‘s not expected of princesses to be highly educated. But Soyeon expects it. She knows every corner of your razor-sharp intellect and she wants you to use it.

You want her to marry someone who treasures her. But you also want someone to look at you like everyone seems to look at her.

The promise you had given to the new girl rings in your head, but you can‘t seem to bring yourself to do it. Na Jaemin hasn‘t looked at you once. So you lower your head, and wait for it to be over.

„Dear Jaemin,“ your father speaks, voice carrying through the entire room. „We are so glad you made it. Tell me, young friend, how was your voyage? Pleasant, I hope?“

Even his voice sounds dreamy. „It was, thank you! Your country is as beautiful as always. I‘m glad to be welcome as a guest.“

Your mother laughs that. „You‘re always welcome,“ she says, and to an untrained ear, it would sound normal. Only her daughters hear the nervous undertone in her regal voice: the slight worry that Jaemin wouldn‘t want any of the princess, only paying a visit for friendship‘s sake...

Your father‘s kingdom has always bordered to the kingdowm of the Na‘s. To others, that would be a reason to fight. To your families, it was a chance at friendship over generations. The Na clan and the (l/n) clan have always supported each other, lending a hand when the other was in need and treating the other like family. Marriages are unusual, though. There was no need to join the two kingdoms together, but maybe it was time for change since for the first time in long, there are no sons in the lineage of your clan.

Maybe Jaemin has come to use that chance.

Everybody in the room is staring at him. How could they not? It was like an angel had walked into the room, even though his unusual blue hair stuck out like a sore thumb. Maybe he‘s going through a rebellious phase. The color suits him really well, anyways.

All eyes are on Jaemin, but the prince‘s eyes are on you. Past Soyeon and your sisters, Jaemin‘s gaze has wandered to the littlest princess, and he tips his head to the side in curiousity. Like this, he looks like a puppy. Sohye, your third-oldest sister, steps aside to reveal your hiding place, hand landing on your back to push you forward. Your alarmed gaze is met by her own stern one. The meaning is clear. Get out there.

„Who are you?“ Jaemin asks. Your heart stops.

Your father looks at you. His eyes are filled with pride, but also worry. He‘s not used to someone paying attention to his youngest. „This is (y/n),“ he introduces you, and Jaemin steps closer to take your hand. As his lips meet the back of your hand, you notice how he enjoys the way that you‘re blushing.

So he does know how good-looking he is! Kind of attractive, to be honest.

You bow your head in respect. „Pleased to meet you, Prince Jaemin,“ you greet him, and the smile he gifts you with makes you dizzy. It‘s like looking at the sun for too long. Your mother‘s gaze burns on your back. „Oh, the pleasure‘s all mine, I assure you,“ he responds seconds later, sun meeting his ocean locks and making them glimmer in the light.

His beauty is off the scales. Literally. There‘s not a way to measure how fast your heart is racing right now because of it.

When the young prince lets you go, your hand still feels warm. Your father grins and claps a hand on Jaemin‘s back, leading him away from the women with the promise of good alcohol waiting outside. The second they are out of sight, your sisters rush to you, curiousity painted on their faces.

„Do you think he likes you?“

„Do you like him?“

„Isn‘t he sooo pretty?“

„Girls,“ the queen sighs. She‘s the last one to approach you, arms crossed in front of her chest. She‘s trying really hard to seem composed, but you can see the excitement in her eyes, the silent hope of giving away a daughter. Any mother would be blessed to have a son-in-law like Na Jaemin. „He was just asking for her name, not her hand in marriage. Let‘s not get our hopes up. Things like these take time.“ Your mother hums. She can‘t keep up the act for long, though. „But do you think he likes (y/n)? Just out of curiousity.“

Curiousity. You, too, would like to know if he‘s as curious about you as you are about him.

❀ ❀ ❀

The servants come rushing into your room in the middle of the night and for a split second, you think the castle is under attack. But who in their right mind would smile while they’re being attacked? No one. Not your servants, atleast. They giggle and cheer as they lock your door and sit on your bed, tapping rhythms onto your blankets. “We bear good news, princess!” Jina, the youngest out of the bunch, speaks up.

You rub your eyes, still hazy from sleep. The moon is the only thing casting light into the chamber, giving everyone in it the appearance of a ghost. “What news would be so amazing that you’d cheer around like this?” you mutter, but you don’t want to spoil their fun. They’re in an exceptionally happy mood.

Haseul, who’s still wearing her work attire, inches closer. “I was the first one to know, princess,” she whispers, as if it was a state affair she’d be exposing. Her eyes look like jade stones when the light hits them just right. “The king and the foreign prince, Jaemin, they were walking in the garden and speaking rather loudly. I couldn’t help but overhear... and I’m very sorry for listening in, that was rather rude of me...”

“Haseul!” Jina cuts in, begging the older one to get to the point. The gardner clears her throat. “Right,” she laughs. “I couldn’t help but overhear the prince asking for his daughter’s hand in marriage... if she’d like to have him. He said, and I quote, ‘If she’d want to be mine as much as I want to be hers, there would be nothing more that’d be making me happier’.”

Your shoulders drop.

Of course he’d want to marry Soyeon. Really, it was a silly daydream to think that anyone would cast away your father’s precious kingdom at the low cost of one marriage. Any second now, they’ll tell you that your sister’s getting married and someone will finally come looking for you, and not the crown...

“And the king asked him, ‘Has Soyeon gotten into your head already?’, to which the young prince replied ‘My king, I know this must be rather ungrateful of me and if you want to reprimand me then please go ahead, but I’m asking for youngest, for sweet (y/n). If (y/n) feels the same. Otherwise, I’ll stay as planned for the next few days and then return to my father’.”

All servants look you in the face, waiting, hoping you would be as happy as them. You can barely register the news. Slowly, very slowly, you raise your hands and pinch your own cheeks. Once, twice. When nothing happens, your mouth falls open.

Jaemin wants to marry you. Someone actually looked you in the eyes and liked what they saw.

“Oh my god,” you whisper. Then, louder: “Oh my god! He wants me to marry him!”

The words work like a charm; the entire room fills with squeals and laughter, and you grab your girls to pull them onto the bed with you and hug them close. To any other princess, that would be unacceptable. But you’re not any other princess. You’re (y/n), with nothing to inherit but the kindness of your father and the loyalty of your mother, the stars in your eyes, Jaemin’s heart in your palms.

And if he wants it, you’ll give him your own on a silver platter.

❀ ❀ ❀

For once, you’re actually nervous about your appearance.

You tug at your hair, pull at the dress you’re wearing. Is your jewelry too much? Is the perfume annoying? Maybe lavender doesn’t look good on you. Yeah. Maybe changing into something nicer would be better...

“What are you doing?”

You turn around. It’s the new girl - the pretty face without a name. She smiles at you, hands pulling you away from the mirror to sit you down on a stool. You watch her reach for a comb and lean your head back as she starts untangling the knots in your hair. “I’ll braid it for you,” she says, voice as smooth as silk, “if you tell me what’s gotten you so nervous.”

You hum. “You haven’t given me your name yet. If this keeps up, I’ll just have to call you ‘friend’ instead of your name, and that gets rather confusing.”

“I feel like I’m being blackmailed.” The woman snickers. She divides your hair and starts braiding it into a side bun. Her touch is careful, soft. It takes her a few moments before she speaks again. “My name is Soojin. I was born and raised not far from the castle, and I’ve always dreamt of working here. There was this nice little princess everyone admired...” She moves to grab some fixing needles. “.. and I heard we were close in age. Naturally, my interest was piqued.” Carefully, they’re inserted into your hair. It looks really pretty, if your mirror isn’t fooling you. “And here I am.”

“Soojin.” You test the name, letting it roll off your tongue. “I like that.”

“And I’d like to hear about your fidgeting now.”

“Now who’s being blackmailed?”

Soojin giggles again. It sounds really cute when she does it, and you turn around to face her. The name fits, weirdly. You can’t explain why, but it just does. “I think the prince is going to propose to me,” you explain, heart racing again. The back of your hand tingles at the memory of his lips. “Haseul overheard him asking for my father’s blessing to marry me.”

“Leaving so soon?” She pouts, but it turns into a smile. You reach out to hold her hand. For a second, she’s taken aback by the physical affection, but gets used to it rather quickly. “I’m joking. I’m very happy for you, princess. Prince Jaemin is a good man. He’ll court you properly.”

“Thank you, Soojin.” You stand up, previous insecurities forgotten. Somehow, talking to Soojin had helped, and you’re calm now, the excitement making your heart flutter like a hummingbird. Other than that, you’re pretty tranquil. “And if you think I’d leave you behind like that, you must not have heard enough about me. If he .. really proposes, you’re moving with me. If he wants it or not.”

Soojin tips her head back to laugh heartily. “That sounds like a good plan.”

Your father had asked you to meet him in the garden, so with a last hug to Soojin, you depart from your room and begin rushing towards your favorite place in the entire castle. You spent your entire childhood prancing around inbetween the many plants and flower beds, even sitting down often to receive botany lessons from the gardners who worked there to keep your favorite flowers alive. You love the idea of planting something and helping it bloom by caring for it, just like your parents did with you. With their love and support, you grew into a confident woman that knows what she wants, and how to get it.

Flowers were your first love, in a sense. Maybe, if you‘d be lucky, the relationship between you and Jaemin could bloom into your last love.

The garden is unexpectedly empty. Your father is never late, unlike you, getting distracted by every pretty thing. The colored glass in the many hallways. The carnations displayed in the throne room. But there‘s another thing that‘s catching your eye right now: Na Jaemin, standing a few feet away from you, lots of gardenias in his hand.

„You‘re here,“ the prince speaks, heavenly smile spreading on his lips. You nod, heart skipping faster. Was it possible for a human person to look so beautiful? How come a single look from someone can make your knees feel so weak? It takes all your strength to walk to him, and a little bit more to look into his eyes. His gaze is warm, full of adoration.

It makes you giddy.

Jaemin lets his eyes wander over your face before he plucks a single flower out of his bouquet to put it behind your ear. The giggle you let out at that makes him laugh, aswell. Being with Jaemin feels so ... natural. Perhaps if you get to know each other better, this silent admiration could grow into something more. „I heard you like flowers,“ he speaks. „So I went and bought some for you. I hope you like them.“

„They‘re beautiful,“ you tell him, accepting them with the biggest grin on your lips. You‘d bet all your money your father told him about your infatuation with everything that blooms.

The wind tousles Jaemin‘s blueberry-colored hair. „They don‘t match your beauty, though.“ When his fingers brush past your cheek to put your own locks behind your ear, it sends electric currents down your skin. It‘s a pleasant feeling. „If you‘ll allow me, I‘d like to get to know you a little better, princess. For example, did I get your favorite flower right? What‘s your favorite time of the day? How is it that you‘re so cute?“

A heavy blush settles on your cheeks the second he compliments you, and Jaemin has the audacity to laugh at that. When he offers you his arm, you take it without hesitation, clutching the flowers in one arm and him with the other. „You did get it right,“ you admit. „The rest you‘ll have to find out over a cup of tea.“

❀ ❀ ❀

Days stretch into weeks as Jaemin spends every single minute he can spare with you.

You know now that Jaemin has a sugar tooth, and he kisses you on the cheek everytime you bring him candy to a meeting. The first time he did, the servants who were secretly spying almost passed out, which led to the king finding out about it. It was funny watching Jaemin apologize to him, but as soon as your father had turned around, his lips were on your skin again. He lives for the affection; it‘s easy to wrap him around your little finger by disheveling his hair or locking pinkies with him. You even do it in front of your parents and siblings, even though you still sometimes hide your hands behind the expensive material of your dresses. Jaemin grins at your sneakiness.

Though the prince learnt very quickly that gardenias were your favorite flowers, he suprises you with new bouquets often. Tulips, daisies, roses - every flower he sets eyes on makes him think of you, and he can‘t stop himself from buying them. You once spent an entire afternoon making flower crowns out of the many bouquets he buys you, and the second you set it on his head and call him „your king“, he drops anything and everything to cradle your face in his warm hands and kiss you all over.

It‘s no suprise to anyone that the first time your lips meet his, it‘s under the dreamy moonlight in the royal garden.

Jaemin‘s kisses get addicting. Despite being taught to act accordingly as a princess, you find yourself reaching out for him too many times than you can count, and it ends with you ressembling a cherry and both of your lips being swollen. (Soojin spends many hours covering up the many marks on your neck. Really, you should be grateful she‘s so talented with powder and paint!)

It finally happens when Jaemin takes you to see the ocean.

He helps you climb down the rocky path towards the beach, your dress always raised as to not rip the precious garment. „Maybe I should‘ve told you not to wear such a long gown before secretly taking you here,“ Jaemin snickers, arms curled around your waist. He presses you against his side while he carries you like someone would a baby, and you try to fight the embarrassment of his arms being just below your rear. Not like you don‘t like them there.

„That would‘ve been quite helpful,“ you grumble. Jaemin leans his head on yours when you hide your face in the crook of his neck, the cold wind of the ocean making your cheeks freeze up despite the warm weather. The sun is sending its‘ last rays of light over the horizon, but it’s still hot. Jaemin is dressed plainly, while you‘re parading around in what could be considered a ball gown. Well, not really. It‘s a thin, pretty dress that exposes your collarbones, but it has a train.

Obviously, you‘re very excited about all the sand that‘s going to ruin it.

Finally, you reach the beach, but Jaemin‘s neck is so warm. You‘d fall asleep like this, if it weren‘t for said man disturbing your slumber. „Look up, princess,“ your lover mumbles into your ear, the sound making goosebumps appear on your skin. He just has that effect on you. You raise your head and gasp, and the man in your arms laughs at the reaction.

„Do you like it?“

„I love it! Jaemin, it‘s wonderful!“

When you were smaller, your father had taken you and your sisters to the ocean. You remember splashing around in the shallow water, ruining the clothes you were wearing and making your parents burst into laughter. The many sandcastles you built. Your first swimming lessons, the first time you were taken into deeper water. You remember it all.

But this takes the cake.

Jaemin‘s scent mingling with the ocean breeze. Warm hands that hold you up for you to see everything. Miles and miles of water stretching out infront of you, the sun setting and painting the waves pink, red and orange. Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.

You don‘t even notice Jaemin setting you down, even though his lips on the sweet spot below your ear are a very good distraction from the sight in front of you. „What‘s hindering you, love?“ he asks, hands letting you go so you can bunch your skirts and walk towards the ocean. You leave him behind, adoration evident in your eyes.

This is perfect, you think. What you don‘t know is that it‘s going to get even better.

When you turn around to point out a ship leaving the port to Jaemin, you‘re greeted by the sight of the man of your dreams on one knee. He looks at you like you were the most beautiful view around here, and your knees almost buckle at the love and admiration you find in his eyes. He‘s so honest. When you look Jaemin in the eyes, you see every corner, nothing hidden. Because he trusts you. He wants you to have it all.

You‘re the one holding the keys to his heart. It only needs to be made official.

„(y/n),“ he says, voice trembling. Never has he been this nervous before. „My princess, my love. Whatever you‘d like to be called. In my eyes, you‘re already my queen. I was blessed by the universe the day I met you, and it only got better when I got to know the person behind those pretty eyes. Your heartwrenching laugh. The glimmer in your eyes when something makes you excited. The never-ending kindness that you treat the people around you with, no matter who it is. The first time I set eyes on you, your adorable face and the curiousity in your eyes as you hid behind Princess Sohye, I already knew I was head over heels. My heart has belonged to you for a long time, (y/n), without you even knowing it.“

You let him take your hand, squeezing it tightly as the tears run over your face. Here he is, holding a speech about his feelings for you, when you‘re about to drop to your knees yourself and spend the next few years about the love you hold for him in your entire body. He kisses the tips of your fingers, the back of your hand and lastly, your ring finger, lips lingering there for a few seconds.

„I want you to take it,“ Jaemin admits then. „I want to be called yours. I don‘t want to be king if it doesn‘t mean you at my side as the queen. I don‘t want to be Jaemin if it doesn‘t mean belonging to you, soul and body. I‘m asking you, (l/n) (y/n), emperor of my heart, would you like to marry me and make me the happiest man alive, for the rest of my life and beyond?“

You don‘t even answer. You fall head-first into his arms and lay him down on the sand so you can kiss his gorgeous face, and you accept the kiss he delivers to your lips without hesitation. All your feelings and your gratitude, you pour it into this kiss and straight into his heart.

„Of course I want to marry you, Na Jaemin,“ you whisper against his lips, turning the key in its‘ lock, sealing the deal forever. „I was getting rather impatient waiting for you to ask.“

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myforeverforlife · 4 years ago

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weight of the crown.

For @crossandchange! "Hidden Truths" Kyungsoo and 51. "I'm your husband, it's my job."

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Fem reader

Word Count: 3,803

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Hidden Truths Masterlist: ( 1 ) ( Final )

You shuffled through the stack of papers in your hand, letting out a long, weary sigh. All day, your head had been throbbing with the pangs of a headache. The work wasn't foreign to you, not when you had been trained since childhood to become the leader of a nation. Ever since you came of age, you had been determined to help your father and take on your share of running Eunali. Content with your abilities and work over the past few years, your father finally announced that he would be stepping down from the throne — with you as his successor. It was an enormous honor and responsibility, all at the same time.

But you weren't alone.

Your wedding band twinkled up at you, so bright for such a delicate piece of jewelry. The gold band had a silver stripe running across the middle, the colors representing the union of two royal families. The kingdoms of Elyxia and Eunali shared decades of close friendship, a bond only strengthened with the marriage of the crown prince and princess.

Kyungsoo even gave up his own claim to his throne, much to everyone's surprise — including your own. Elyxia and Eunali were a day's travel apart, but it would be too hectic and confusing for the pair of you to rule over both kingdoms at once. You could already imagine the headache of relaying messages back and forth day after day. Seeing as Kyungsoo's father was healthy and still fit to rule for years to come, your husband made the decision to support you in your ascension to the throne.

A knock came at the door, two firm taps. You already knew who it was, a smile coming to your face. "Come in!"

The large wooden door swung open, your husband peering in curiously. "It's getting late," he said. Kyungsoo was still dressed in his clothing from the day, dark trousers coupled with a white button-up and a navy vest. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing tan, sun-kissed skin. He walked over to where you were sitting at your desk, dropping a kiss to your forehead.

"You're going to miss supper if you hide in your office like this." Kyungsoo wrapped an arm around your shoulders, peeking at the papers in your hand.

"Is it really supper already?" You looked over to the windows, surprised to see that the sky was considerably darker than it had been before. "I didn't realize," you said with a sheepish smile, turning to your husband. "How was your day out in the countryside?"

"Beautiful," Kyungsoo said with a grin. He had spent the day with some royal officials, meeting with mayors of several villages further away from the capital. "I was glad to see that their crops weren't as badly affected by the drought as we thought. It felt wonderful to just take a walk through nature."

"I'm jealous," you said, standing up and wrapping your arms around his neck. "I spent all day inside. But I got a lot of work done... and then I get to sit through another day of meetings tomorrow." You grimaced, Kyungsoo chuckling at your expression.

"Are you sure this all needs to be done right away?" He picked up a paper from the top of the pile, squinting as he read. "This is for a year-end evaluation of the bridges and roads. That's months away, I'm sure you'll be fine if this isn't completed by tomorrow."

"Public transportation is very important," you countered. "What if I didn't know about an old, faulty bridge, and someone ended up falling into a river?"

Kyungsoo's eyes grew wider. "I think you might be worrying a bit too much."

"The sooner I get all of these completed, the sooner I can take a moment to relax."

"Or you could ask for more help? That's what I'm here for, along with Yixing and the rest of your advisors. You're going to work yourself sick if you try to run an entire country by yourself."

"It's my responsibility to take care of my people, our home. You do too much for me already, going out to meet others on my behalf. Yixing and the rest of my council already have enough on their hands. I don't want to give any of you even more to do."

"I'm your husband, it's my job. I want to help you, to do what I can so that you don't come to bed exhausted every night." Kyungsoo's hands came to rest at your waist, the warmth of his hands seeping through the fabric of your clothes.

Your heart swelled at his concern for you, his willingness to take on more than was even expected of him. But you still had a lot to prove, mostly to yourself. "You're much too sweet for my own good." Leaning forward, you placed a quick kiss on his nose. "But I can do this. I need to do this. Father has been ruling alone, ever since Mother passed. He’s done most of the work himself, and I can do the same."

"His Majesty also has his advisors," said Kyungsoo. "As do you. His Majesty let those close to him help with many of his tasks, Y/N."

"But he still had a hand in most of them," you countered. "Every single document, every request. He read every single one of them, put in all of his effort into doing what was best for the people. No one ever said that this would be easy, but I am determined to do all that I can to the best of my ability." You moved closer, resting your head against Kyungsoo's shoulder as you leaned against him. "I appreciate all of your help, Soo. But I want to do as much as I can on my own. If I need help, you will be the first person that I turn to."

You felt Kyungsoo's chest rise and fall as he let out a weary sigh. "I suppose I can't argue with the queen."

"I'm not queen yet. Not for a few months, anyways. How do you feel, prince consort?" You raised an eyebrow playfully.

A wistful smile appeared on your husband's face. "I can't wait to see Father and Mother again." It had been a while since either of you had seen the king and former queen of Elyxia — since your wedding, to be exact. Kyungsoo's parents had been drifting apart in their marriage, a secret divulged to you after you repaired your own relationship with Kyungsoo. After their separation had been made official, the former queen decided to spend her time using her talents and connections to help others in various lands. She was a busy woman, but she always made time for her one and only son. Despite distance and duties, Kyungsoo's parents made the efforts to keep in frequent communication. Without a doubt, you knew that both of them would be present for the coronation.

"They must miss you dearly. I believe your father's letters have been growing longer and longer," you said, unable to hide your amusement. "It's very touching, though — I suppose absence truly makes the heart grow fonder. We'll have to go and visit him as soon as we get the chance to."

"I'd love that." Kyungsoo pressed a kiss to your forehead, pulling back right away to stare at you in concern. "You're burning up. How have you been working all day?"

You pressed the back of your hand to your forehead, suddenly aware of the intense warmth there. "I've had a headache for a bit, but I thought it was just the events of the day catching up to me."

"I'll have them send supper to our room so you can rest as soon as you finish eating," Kyungsoo said, already fussing over you.

"Oh, my papers though," you protested, even as Kyungsoo began ushering you towards the door.

"It can wait until tomorrow," he said firmly. You could hear it in his voice — there was absolutely no room for debate on this.

You took a last glance at your desk as Kyungsoo pulled the door closed behind both of you. A knot of worry began to form in your stomach at the thought of all the work being left behind. However, you figured there was nothing a good night's rest couldn't fix. You were determined to jump back into work the next morning, no matter what.

In a cruel twist of events, you only felt worse the next day.

Your entire body felt too heavy to move and you were still afflicted by a headache, a constant haziness clouding your mind. But still, you had things to do.

Of course, your husband wouldn't hear of it.

"The sooner you recover, the sooner you can return to work." He sat beside you in bed, dressed in his clothes for the day while you were still in your nightgown.

"The needs of the people won't stop for me because I'm not feeling well," you fought back. "I was supposed to meet with the group organizing the construction of the new hospital."

"Yixing is more than capable of handling matters for today. They'll only be talking over details, no decisions will be made without you. I'll even be there to sit in on all of your meetings, and report everything back to you." Kyungsoo held your hand, his firm grip and solid reasoning alleviating some of your worries.

"But still," you began weakly. Unconsciously, you reached up to play with the charm of your necklace. It was a delicate, fragile piece of jewelry, but it had once belonged to your mother. The necklace never failed to help calm your nerves, the touch of cool silver familiar against your skin.

Kyungsoo scooted closer, letting go of your hand to push a strand of hair behind your ear. "I know how much this pains you to stay in bed all day. I can bring some of your things over for you to work on, but," he grew serious. "You still need to use this time for rest. The physician will be back in the afternoon, I'll be back by then."

"Has anyone told Father? He just got settled at the summer palace, I don't to worry him into making the journey back just to check on me."

"No one has told His Majesty yet. I thought you would object if we tried to send him a message."

You smiled in relief, eyes closing. The royal physician came by not even ten minutes ago, but you were already feeling the effects of the medicine she had given you. "Thank you, Soo. It's just a slight fever, after all. I'll be fine in a day or two."

Kyungsoo watched as you began to drift off to sleep, running his hands through your hair comfortingly. The corners of his lips lifted up when you began to snore lightly, mouth falling open as you breathed. It was the most peaceful he'd seen you in a while, possibly for the first time in months. He wasn't surprised that all of the late nights and busy days were finally catching up to you, but he wished he could do more to help. Although Kyungsoo was only prince consort, he knew enough about the duties and responsibilities expected of a ruler. He had once been a crown prince, after all.

Your husband was determined to take care of things while you recovered, to look after your subjects with just as much care and concern.

While you slept undisturbed in the quiet comfort of your bedchamber, Kyungsoo spent the day downstairs convening with your advisors. Meticulous notes were taken on every matter with the intention for you to look over them once you were better. Every report was summarized, every new proposal drafted up with a list of potential pros and cons — as well as additional background information. Work was almost as it usually was, large tasks made simpler thanks to the room full of officials. At this point, the only things left were a few more meetings to be held outside the castle.

"I didn't think we would be able to get so much completed," Yixing said in an aside to Kyungsoo. "Well, almost completed. The workload would be much less taxing on Her Highness if we had a system like this every day."

"I had the same thought." A series of scribbles appeared in the margins of Kyungsoo's paper as he ruminated. "I'll ask her about it tonight. I know she's always been adamant on doing things herself, but she'll end up collapsing from exhaustion at this rate."

Yixing nodded, resting his chin on top of his hands. "I suppose she believes it is a weakness to ask others for assistance, especially in a position like hers. But not even a regent can rule a kingdom entirely by themselves."

"Exactly," Kyungsoo mumbled. "While I hope Y/N won't work herself sick in the future, I have no doubt that this will happen again." As Kyungsoo remembered how you looked completely worn out, he suddenly thought of the times he had been ill and stuck in bed. There was one thing that always managed to make him feel better...

"Your Highness." An advisor came over from the other end of the room, a document in his hand. "There was a note made last week by Her Royal Highness to check on a series of business that were destroyed in a fire. Shall I send whoever is available?"

"No need." Kyungsoo stood up, pushing his seat back. "I shall go myself, I was about to head into town anyway. May I?" He gestured to the document, reading over it as the advisor handed it over. Perfect, Kyungsoo could finish up one of the last tasks for the day, all while preparing a special treat for you.

"Would you like me to come with you?" Yixing asked, about to get up from his chair.

"I appreciate it, but I'll be fine. But if my wife wakes up while I'm gone, please keep her company for me." Kyungsoo patted Yixing on the shoulder as he passed, heading off in search of his riding coat and hat.

All of the best goods from the market might be sold out by this point, but Kyungsoo was sure that he could still find ingredients hearty enough to boost your spirits.

You sat in bed, back propped up with a couple of pillows as Yixing relayed the events of the day to you. To your surprise, Kyungsoo and the rest of your council had done most of the tedious, busy work for you. While you read through all of the notes that had been written up, you were hit by an immense wave of relief. "You've practically done most of the work," you gasped.

"All that's left is for your final review and decisions," Yixing added. "Your husband fared much better than I thought he would. He certainly has the makings of a wise and efficient leader."

Filled with pride, you couldn't help the grin rising to your face. "I'm glad to hear that. I hope it wasn't too much for all of you."

"It was doable because we divided up all of the tasks," Yixing said with a raise of his eyebrow.

His hint didn't go over your head, the back of your neck heating up at his words. You gave a sigh of reluctance. "I know, Xing. To be honest, seeing everything that the council did today has taken quite the load off of my shoulders. Don't let him know I said that though."

Yixing brought a hand to his heart. "My loyalties are to the queen," he said with a wink.

Kyungsoo entered to the sight of you laughing at your friend's silliness, glad to see you looking much more energetic than in the morning. A guard held the door open for him, seeing as he was busy trying not to drop the tray in his hands. "How are you feeling?" he asked you.

"Much better. Perhaps all I needed was a good, long nap." You tried to get a better look at what Kyungsoo was holding, nose picking up a mouth-watering scent. "Did you bring food from the kitchens?"

"Soup, to help you recover. Careful," Kyungsoo warned. He placed the tray over your lap, trying to avoid any lumps in the thick blanket.

Your mouth fell open, stomach already growling at the mention of food. "This looks amazing — and it smells delicious too." You held your hand out to Kyungsoo, squeezing his in thanks.

Yixing got up from his seat with a smile, straightening his jacket. "I'll take this as my cue to leave. Enjoy your meal." With a parting bow, he soon left to give the two of you some privacy. Kyungsoo took Yixing's empty chair, settling down into it as the door clicked shut.

"I've never seen this soup before," you mused, stirring your spoon around in the broth. Pieces of chicken and various seasonal vegetables floated around in the soup, only adding to its appeal. "Is this a new recipe?"

"It's something Mother used to have the cooks make when I sick as a child. If this doesn't lift your spirits right away, I don't know what else will."

You inhaled deeply, lifting a spoonful to your mouth. "I think it's working already." After a few breaths to cool down the piping hot broth, you finally got a taste. As soon as the flavors hit your tongue, your eyes grew larger with excitement. "Soo," you said, raising a hand to cover your mouth as you chewed. "This is heavenly, I can't believe this."

Kyungsoo chuckled softly, tickled by your reaction. "Eat up. You need all of your strength."

You heeded his advice, digging into the soup with fervor. "I'm going have to give the kitchen staff my compliments in person."

Your husband looked away, avoiding your gaze as he fiddled with his fingers. "Ah, well... I made it."

The spoon in your hand almost fell into the bowl, slipping the slightest bit. "You made this? Soo, this is one of the most delicious meals I've ever had."

"Now you're overreacting," he said, shaking his head with a grin.

"It's true! I would offer you some, but I don't want to get you sick. Did you save some for yourself?"

"I told the kitchen staff that they were free to help themselves to the rest. I tasted a bit as I went along, but I don't think it's worth the praise you've given me."

You set your spoon down with a clatter, metal bumping against porcelain. "Soo, I can assure you that you deserve all of the praise for this — and more. You are a man of many hidden talents, it seems." Upon remembering the heavy responsibility he had taken on while you were sick, your voice softened. "Thank you for all that you did today. Yixing told me that you led the council, and he showed me all of the work that was done."

Kyungsoo scooted closer, arms coming up to rest on top of your blanket. "It was nothing, I did it so that you wouldn't have to worry."

"It means everything to me," you replied. "I know that I was being stubborn about doing things myself, but it was because I never wanted to be a bother to anyone. You and Yixing helped me to see how much more efficient it is to have all of the council working together — and much less stressful for me," you added with an embarrassed laugh.

"Does this mean you'll let us help you?" Kyungsoo asked.

"Yes, and I will be extremely grateful for everyone's assistance — especially yours, my hardworking husband." On instinct, you leaned forward to kiss him, barely managing to remember that you were ill. You moved back in a flash, slightly disrupting the tray on your lap. "I'll be so happy when I'm all better," you grumbled.

Hiding a grin, Kyungsoo lifted your hand to his lips, kissing the back of it gently. "Don't rush yourself. It's good to take things slow, to take a break for yourself once in a while."

"Ah, speaking of breaks. I was thinking that we could take a day off to go visit Father at the summer palace. We could get our fill of fresh air, and check in on him. It'll be a very small vacation."

"A much deserved vacation," Kyungsoo added. "I think it's a great idea."

You beamed, smiling from ear to ear. "I can't wait! I haven't been this relaxed in a long time, what with plans for the coronation and all. Only a few more months, and then it will all be settled."

"You'll be Queen Y/N then. Are you nervous?"

"A bit. I keep seeing the coronation as the final stretch, the last big event before I get to live peacefully for the rest of our lives. But I know that's far from true." Glancing down at your joined hands, you bit down pensively on your bottom lip. "I don't like to think of the crown as a burden, but sometimes it does feel stifling. I've only gotten used to the full responsibility this year, and I'm always terrified that I'll be faced with something that I can't solve."

Both of you sat in the silence that followed, Kyungsoo thinking over your words. "I've heard it said that the best way to learn is through experience. Our fathers were born into greatness, but they also have decades of growth and mistakes that helped to shape their reigns. They also had trusted people who stood by them, even during their darkest times." Kyungsoo's hand tightened reassuringly around your own. "I may only be prince consort, but I will do everything in my power to help you keep our kingdom safe. I will never turn my back on Eunali or you, my queen."

You were deeply touched by his earnestness, eyes glimmering with moisture. For once, you were the one at a loss for words.

Kyungsoo reached up with his free hand, cupping your cheek and running his thumb over the skin there. Immediately, you leaned into his touch, eyes closing. There was no need to speak, not when both of you could feel the love in every touch, every glance.

The weight of the crown was a heaviness not many could withstand, but you were lucky to have Kyungsoo to share it with. It was your birthright, a promise bestowed upon you from infancy. Despite your many worries, you would never abandon your destiny.

And so began a new chapter in your life, the fairytale only continuing to unfold.

A/N: it’s been so long since I wrote for this universe! it only made sense to me to skip forward a few later, as y/n and kyungsoo are getting ready for the coronation. the hardest part was figuring out how married would work if they were both heirs in their kingdoms (do they just rule over both, but travel back and forth?? I regretted making their kingdoms far apart in the original fics lol) but since y/n’s father was sick in “hidden truths”, I figured it made more sense to have them rule in eunali with soo giving up his claim to his own throne. I had to go back and reread the original fics a few times to realy get into the feel of writing from their perspectives after so long (as expected, y/n is just as stubborn as she was before 😂)

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we-always-hit-our-ass · 5 years ago

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Okay, but I need some Joe Toye headcanons like I need air. Help a girl out

Taglist: @floydtab, @deldontplay, @thatsonefishyboi, @noneofurbusinez, @meteora-fc, @hufflepuffpancakes

I just want to say that i love toye more than i love myself. This boy deserves everything and i mean it!

Btw thanks @adamantiumdragonfly for requesting these lovely hcs, i had a lot of fun writing this! 💕💕

General/Fluffy HCs for Joe Toye

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so you see right here, this man is a professional lover and sweetheart extraordinaire

you two actually met when running currahee

joe stumbled along the way and you gripped his arm to prevent him from falling

thought it was one of the boys like like luz or guarnere or just practically anybody

boy WAS HE WRONG

he was instantly like !!!!! but it soon turned into 💕💕💕

immediately thinks he died during training and went into heaven

looks like he is having the time of his life, he is by the way

you ask him if he’s ok as youre running along side him

joe nods his head slowly like the cute dope that he is

either of you could have fallen behind or could have run faster but nope!

you two keep the same pace as each other so y’all arent seperated and lose sight of each other

after that, you and joe are close as fuc-

when i mean close i MEANT CLOSE

theres endless laughter and happiness

snarky and sassy remarks from both parties

and you two doing whatever-

literally toye is one of the people that you can never get mad at-

its impossible for him to make you mad i swear, he’s just too sweet and caring and this man can never do any wrong-

sooooo u and joe might or might not have huge crushes on each other

i'm just saying, but u two totally do-

if you were to walk into a room that joe was in, his eyes immediately go to you, because why not?

like seriously, joe would literally try to freeze the sun for you

but whenever you thank him he’s all like “that’s what best friends are for”-

the easy boys are so done believe me so they just watch in the background while commenting how stupidly cute u both are-

joe enjoys being sweet to you but he’ll never say it

you point it out sometimes while smiling and joe just erupts into flames

joe would never admit it, and this is a very well kept secret of his, only person who knows abt it is HIM and him alone

so basically during eindhoven, joe purposely yeeted his face away when a girl tried to kiss him and no one knew why-

after the day you met him, he made sure that lips were only reserved for u

everyone thought it was weird how he would launch himself away from the girls but you found it cute

you teased him a lot after that day and joe would act like he’s offended but in reality he's so goddamn head over heels for you-

joe legit doesn't know what to do around you, you're just so amazing

you and toye could either be the kids or the parents in the group, its an amazing vibe-

okok but the way he confessed to you was soo MMMM-

joe woke you up in the middle of the night to see the stars

after a few words of persuasion, you went outside with him and with your hand in his as he led the way

y’all sit down and when you gaze up at the sky, holy SHIT it was very beautiful-

toye loved your reaction and the smile you gave him after was worth way more than any fucking treasure-

joe was surprised when he didn’t stutter when he told u how much he loved you-

like if you were sleepy- not anymore!

you immediately woke up and just stared at him for a good couple of minutes

but damn you told him how much loved him too- but like seriously picture this

midnight, stars, love confessions, and tender and passionate kisses with joe fucking toye-

it wasnt what you were expecting but excuse it was so fucking good-

btw this boy’s spunky attitude will bring you to tears-

like hes overly sarcastic and you would just burst up laughing because its so fucking funny-

one of the things you also love about joe is that he’s a sassy boy who’s actually very sweet once you get to know him

this is one the many things that made you fall from him-

when joey gets tipsy he will lean on you for support and will deny that he’s drunk

toye will also drunkenly say how much he loves you and that youre the best person ever-

toye will end up falling asleep after you run your hands through his dark hair while he’s cuddled up against you-

you fall asleep not so long afterwards

YO- joey boy cherishes everything you give him and he just really appreciate the little things that you do

like if you hold a door open for him or even just pick out stuff that got stuck in his hair i'm pretty sure he’ll think about for days on end

hes also genuinely enjoys it when you talk to him about things you are very passionate about

like toye will literally just come up with the stupidest conversations just so he can hear talk and you can say the same for him

his voice is so fucking perfect and its always immediately recognizable 😩👌

toye will iNDEED bring you small gifts that he thinks you might like-

joey is very VERY protective of you

like if he sees a person making you feel discomfort in anyway he will yeet the poor bastard

he doesn't go completely overboard, most of the time, he just really wants you to be safe

you two still having your weekend passes are VERY rare since sobel likes being a lil bitch

wo when you two actually have it, joe makes sure to make it count

he takes you to the bar sometimes while other times he takes you into town to ditch the noise and his hella drunk friends

um so he takes you around the stores and shops and you two will impulsively buy the randomest shit

the easy boys immediately stop trusting u both with money

yeah the items you two buy are cute but they have no literal use

during one of these trips joe buys you a really gorgeous necklace and you just ascended-

im not kidding

you never took off the necklace off your neck after that day

toye also gives you small gifts and lemme tell this boy even gives you a small camera

both you and toye take pictures of each other with it and the both of you always make sure to keep photos of one another

joe is also one of those boyfriends who has a surprise for you each and every single day-

either he’d take you swimming, riding bikes, eating at a diner, or watching a simple movie together

no matter how simple the activity, joe will find a way to make it the best experience you will ever have-

when watching a movie, joe would put snarky remarks in between the scenes and the experience is just alleviated-

when you two wake up next to each other in the morning, its the most peaceful little thing that has ever existed

sometimes you would wake up earlier and joe would still be asleep with his arms around you

toye will unknowingly pull you closer to him and wont let you go for a very long time-

did i mention toye’s devilishly cute morning voice???

his little good morning cuddles are pure and utter fluff and you will never get tired of it!

toye will surprise you with random hugs from behind every single day-

it soon became one of the things that you couldn’t live without

like he so tender, yet firm? and the hug is so fucking comforting what???

toye will hug you anytime and anywhere

his hugs bring you the most source of joy and they just make you so happy

if youre tired when he hugs you, you are immediately energized from the complete act alone

if youre sad, joe’s hugs will comfort you and you’ll just smile into his chest and his arms are wrapped around your waist

when youre angry, you just cool down in his touch-

his hugs give you life and just repel off any negative emotions

if you were to be honest, toye and his hugs are probably your most favorite things in the whole entire world-

toye is just an overall very caring and hella GOOD boyfriend

it has come to the point where both of you cannot exist without the other-

you love him with all of your heart and he loves you with all of his 😩💕

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im sorry for any mistakes that i made and i hope that everything is alright. btw im sorry for me taking so long to write this, i tried my best to finish it!

but i love toye and he’s complete and utter perfection, thank you very much-

thank you for reading this and supporting me you guys are everything! 😩😊💕💕💕

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papergirllife · 5 years ago

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有缘再见

（If Fate Allows We'll Meet Again)

Liu Yang Yang

" What was the most impulsive thing you did before coming to SM ? "

It was another session of soju and wine among the wayv members on a typical Friday night.

All of them exchanged stories of their lives before wayv during these times, and now the question is directed at Yang Yang.

" I had a girlfriend for 4 hours and she's the only girl I dated. "

The mall was crowded as usual, both tourists and locals shop here in Germany.

All of Yang Yang's friends left him to hang out with their girlfriends.

' So much for the bro code ' , he thought.

He walked towards the entrance of the indoor amusement park in the mall.

' Nah it's ridiculous coming here on my own. ' , so he halted his tracks and prepared to leave.

That is until someone tapped him on the shoulder.

He turned his head to see a girl who's significantly shorter than himself, what surprised him was that she was Asian.

" Hi, I'm Y/N, and I'm here alone because my parents are in the concert hall next door. Their concert is going to end at 12, so I have nothing to do and I'm unfamiliar with this country. So I was just wondering if you wanted to be my boyfriend for the next 4 hours ? Show me around, stuff like that. This seems like a huge mall with lots of nice dating spots. "

" Sure. "

Next thing Yang Yang knew was that Y/N bolted towards the ticketing counter and bought back two entry tickets to the indoor amusement park.

" Come on ! We only have 4 hours. "

She took his hand and dragged him to the nearest ride.

" Don't worry, this is really safe. " Yang Yang said as they got into the roller coaster.

" Who says I'm scared ? "

And true to her words, she wasn't.

Yang Yang was surprised to see that she enjoyed every moment of the thrill of the exhilarating ride.

She even laughed aloud after they finished the ride. She truly was a girl Yang Yang had never encountered.

Yang Yang and Y/N got on all the rides that girls usually never go for, the ones that make your hair all messed up, the ones that get you a little wet, even the scary ones that his homies' girlfriends avoided like the plague.

When Yang Yang asked her why she said, " because the more scary they are, the more complicated the mechanism is, the more complicated the mechanism is, the more expensive the cost of the ride is. In conclusion, I'm making my money's worth instead of wasting it on the plastic ponies. "

She pointed at the carrousel which was filled with girls their age with full fledged make up, taking selfies in front of the magical lights.

That was when Yang Yang noticed that she wasn't wearing any make up, unlike all the German girls he's seen. The only thing she's wearing is probably coloured lip balm, a bright shade of orange red adorned on her lips.

Even her clothes were different, more eastern style he suspects.

Instead of the gym tights girls like to wear, she's wearing black skinny jeans and a silk button up. A tiny jade replica of a dragon dangles from a yarn necklace, similar to the one his mom has. Y/N's Chinese, just like him.

' That would explain her opinion on rides that are worth her money. ' Yang Yang lets out a smile at that thought.

" What are you laughing about ? Is it about my hair being messed up ? "

She reached her hand up to tame her messy hair.

" No I was just thinking about your theory on rides that are worth your money. "

" I should be eligible for Harvard for that. "

Yang Yang realised how much he truly enjoyed Y/N's presence, the way she jokes and the way she sees things differently.

Yang Yang shook his head of these thoughts.

' You only get to be her for a few hours, don't overthink this, just enjoy it while it lasts. '

" How about we grab something to eat ? My treat. "

" I'd love to. "

They arrived at a classic German cuisine restaurant.

" Are you sure about this, Yang Yang ? This place looks kinda pricey. "

" Don't worry, I bought extra money thinking my friends wouldn't bail me out on this. "

" You were with friends? "

" Yeah, they ditched me for their girlfriends. "

" My girls do that to me too, I'm always jealous of them, running off like that. They always say I'm too shy to date anyone. Y/N, the one who's never impulsive when it comes to dating. "

" How about we take a photo together ? You can brag about our little rendezvous here. "

" Your ideas are always appealing, Yang Yang. "

She scooted over her chair to Yang Yang whilst he asks for a waiter's aid in taking the photo.

After they finished their meal, they went to the clawing machines.

" You didn't seem like the type to like these. "

" I used to get them for my mom when I was young. I want you to have one too, something to remember me by or this moment. "

Yang Yang got it on his 5th try, which probably costs the same as if you bought one at a store.

' But it's the sentimental meaning that counts. ' Y/N thought to herself.

Yang Yang placed the plushie in her hands. It was a Stitch.

" Why the Stitch ? "

" You don't like it ? "

" I do. But I want to know the reason behind your choice of plushie for me. "

" In Hawaiian, Lilo and Stitch means lost and found. You were sort of lost tonight, but you found me. Now that I've given you a Stitch, I'll always be beside you wherever you are. Whenever you feel lost in life, give it a hug, think of it as me being there for you. "

Y/N enveloped Yang Yang into her tiny, but warm embrace.

" Thank you so much Yang Yang, I'll remember you forever and this moment we're having. "

Both Yang Yang and Y/N are tearing up now, both of them have never encountered such a special person in their lives, and the thought of separating after tonight seems to hollow out their hearts.

Yang Yang checked his watch, 11.30 p.m. .

" We only have thirty minutes left before your parents come back to fetch you and the mall closes. How about we break your rule about rides that are complicated only and take a ride on the ferris wheel ? "

" Sure. "

Yang Yang took Y/N's hand into his and led her to the queue of the ferris wheel, they didn't let go all the way throughout the waiting, even as they boarded the compartment.

The ride was silent, the both of them leaned into each other's embrace. Y/N's head on Yang Yang shoulder. Yang Yang's hand around her waist.

As they reached the top of the ride, Yang Yang broke the silence.

" This is going to be the most cliché thing you ever heard. But can I kiss you? "

Y/N had the biggest smile on her face as she put her hands behind his nape to lean in and connect their lips.

The happy couple was inseparable as they wandered through the flee market in the mall, Yang Yang's arm slung over Y/N's shoulder, keeping her by his side.

Y/N stopped her tracks at a jewelry stall. She picked up a pair of earrings that were placed on the table.

" How much is this ? "

" 8. "

She paid for the earrings and took off one of her own, and slipped it into her wallet

It was a star, the other was a crescent moon.

She handed the moon to Yang Yang.

" Wear this as long as you still like me, and take it off when you no longer like me. So when the next time if we ever meet again I'll know if we still share the same feelings. Deal ? "

" Deal. "

Yang Yang removed his earring to put on the one you have him.

" Dear shoppers, closing time is in two minutes. Please finish your shopping and proceed to the exits. We're opening at 10 a.m. tomorrow morning, we welcome you again then. And remember to drive home safely. "

" My parents should be waiting for me at the main exit about now. "

" I'll walk you there. "

Yang Yang wished this mall was when bigger than it is now, just so that he could spend more time with Y/N.

Y/N stopped her tracks at the side of the escalators at the first floor.

" Those are my parents. It's best that they don't see me with someone they don't know, they're rather protective. "

" So this is goodbye ? We could keep in touch, Instagram or Twitter or Snapchat ? "

" I live on the other side of the world, Yang Yang. But there's still a chance we'll meet again, let fate decide for us. "

She gave him one last kiss on the lips.

“ 有缘再见。”

“ 有缘再见。 ”

Yang Yang was starting to let her hand go, but he suddenly thought of something he hasn't asked.

" Wait. I still have one more thing I need to know. Why the moon and the star? Out of all the other ones. "

" Because in the vast night sky, the moon and the stars will always belong together, no matter where they are. "

She squeeze his hand for the last time, and let go.

Yang Yang watched her until she reached her family, he could see her smile from here.

Y/N turned back to look at Yang Yang one last time.

' I'll never forget you and I'll probably never move on. ' She thought to herself.

After Yang Yang finished the story, he grabbed the nearest soju bottle and downed the remaining of its contents.

" Thank goodness we don't have any schedules tomorrow. " Kun muttered to himself.

" So that's why you never take off this earring unless the stylists tell you to. " Ten said to the others.

" You never found this girl? Instagram, Twitter, Snapchat ? " Xiao Jun asked.

" No, she's like a ghost. "

" Get some sleep soon, Yang Yang. " Kun told him.

Yang Yang only nodded, too far down the memory lane to heed Kun's words.

One by one all of them retired back into their own rooms to rest for the day.

' Will I ever meet her again ? " Yang Yang asked himself.

A week has passed since Yang Yang retold his story. All the members avoided triggering his mood. He was still smiley Yang Yang in front of the fans, but he shut himself in his room more often than usual.

Yang Yang and Hendery were messing around in the dance studio while the rest of the members were doing their own things, Kun and Xiao Jun practicing a song, Ten and Winwin choreographing.

Suddenly, their manager popped his head in.

" Guys, I'd like you all to meet the members of SM's girl group that are going to promote in China along side wayv. Lee Soo Man said that you guys have to get to know each other in order to work alongside each other. "

He ushered in a group of girls and shut the door behind him.

Kun, being the dutiful leader he is started introducing the wayv members to the girls as they stood in a line.

Yang Yang was typing away on his phone to tell Jaemin when Kun told him to turn it off.

He slipped his phone into his pocket and looked up.

It's her, Y/N.

The both of them had shocked expressions on their face. Y/N's leader was telling her to introduce herself, but she couldn't hear or see anything else other than Yang Yang.

Yang Yang shifted his gaze to her ears, there it was, his star. Y/N did the same to him, seeing the moon made her breath a sigh of relief.

" Hi Stitch. Lilo's back. "

Yang Yang pulled her into himself, holding her close.

" Don't ever leave me again. "

" Never again. "

The rests of the people in the room carried on with their intros, letting the couple have some time to themselves.

Y/N pulled away slightly and looked into Yang Yang's eyes.

" I still have the Stitch you gave me. "

" I'd like to see it again. "

" Deal. "

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