#i mean they’re literally fruit snacks and I will not hesitate to put them in a little multicolored plastic bag and eat then one by one.

[fgtdgt]

More fruit snacks, ‘cuz I am struggling t’keep this blog alive ( ྆¯∇ ¯ )👍🏾 (lighthearted)

[daisyblog]

Gogglebox

Our Story Masterlist Summary: YN and Louis on Gogglebox.

Based on this request.

YN is sat on the blanket covered sofa, waiting for Louis to return. “Louis? Are you in the kitchen?”.

Off screen Louis can be heard calling back. “Yeah!”.

“What have you got?”. YN asked, as she put her feet up on the coffee table in front of her.

“Minstrels…dry roasted peanuts…your favourite chocolate…everything Tiny”. Louis named a few of the snacks he had before throwing her the chocolate bar.

YN gave him a grateful smile and a thank you as he sat next to her. “This is why you’re my favourite older brother”.

Louis frowned as he processed what she had said. “I’m your only older brother!”.

“Exactly…my favourite”.

“In London”.

“Saw someone tweet that they hate Yorkshire tea”. YN’s voiced played over the outside of the London home.

Louis and YN shared the same disappointing look, appalled someone would say such a thing. “Yorkshire tea is the way for me…the bands old manager used to drink them Earl Grey’s”.

“Earl fookin’ Grey’s?”. YN repeated, judgement high in her voice. “What the fook is an Earl Grey?”.

“Horrible!”. Was the only singular words Louis had to describe the tea.

“Brother and sister, Louis and YN!”.

“Just have a cup of tea y’know what I mean…it’s like those fookin’ avocados…trendiest food of all times, it’s like if I have an avocado and tag it in me picture like y’know what I mean…I’m a boyo”. Louis rambled on about his hatred for avocados, as he sat on the sofa with one leg rested up on the table. YN had switched off slightly as she let him talk. “They do piss me off, avocados!”.

At the mention of the fruit, YN snapped out of her daydream. “Are you still going on about fookin’ avocados?”. A giggle escaped her lips, as she looked at Louis sitting on her left. “How many times have you said fookin’ avocados?”.

“Avocados…said it again!”. Louis cheekily raised his eyebrows in a teasing way.

---

“Do you watch this?”. Louis asked his sister, who was getting comfy under the blanket, referring to the program University Challenge.

Without her lips threatening a smile, she sarcastically replied. “Nah, I’ve always worried I’d be smarter than them”.

The minute the joke slipped form her mouth, Louis chuckled at shook his head lightly at his unserious she was. “Shut up you idiot!”.

On the University Challenge, the contestants were asked “Of unknown origin what three letter word dates to the 1920’s in the sense of a live performance by a musician or group?”.

Without hesitation at the mention of a group, YN answered. “One Direction!”.

“Three letter word Tiny”. Louis rolled his eyes at his sisters answer.

The female contestant answered correctly. “Gig is correct!”.

“You should have got that”. YN pointed out to Louis, who only playfully nudged her with his shoulder.

---

“Doctor Johnson referred to which English literally figure…”.

“If they don’t know it…then we don’t know it”. Louis pointed out as the contestants looked a little confused themselves.

“Shakespeare!”. YN said with confidence, not realising that it was correct.

When the male contestant answered “Shakespeare”, and was told he was correct.

YN and Louis jumped in their seats at the realisation that she was in fact correct. “WHEEEY!”. The cheered tougher, matching their identical smiles.

“You go Tiny!”. Louis encouraged his sister, proud that she had it correct, even if it was a guess.

YN wore a smug grin, internally shocked that she managed to answer one. “Look at me…brains of fookin’ Britain”.

---

“In London”.

“Have you seen how much they’re trying to push American football now in England?”. Loui voice played over the outside of the building.

YN stared at him like he’d asked her the most ridiculous question ever. “Do you really think I keep up with football gossip?”.

“Brother and sister, Louis and YN”

He shrugged his shoulders. “You might…you enjoy coming to the odd game…you loved the charity match when we were in the band”.

“Yeah ‘cause I had some eye candy to look at!”. YN defended her reasoning, the eye candy referring to Harry who she was currently starting to let back into her life after their break up.

“Fair…fair!”. Louis let the conversation slide.

---

As the start of The Haunting begins, YN asked Louis if he believes in ghosts.

“Not really y’know…do you?”. It wasn’t a conversation the siblings ever had.

“I’d like to think there’s something after death…y’know…so kinda”. YN explained.

“You’d be a little shit if you were a ghost…just playing fook with everyone!”. Louis pulled at his jeans, trying to get comfy.

YN giggled. “Like real life you mean?”.

“Exactly!”.

As the scenes of The Haunting played, Louis and YN’s eyes were glued to the screen, watching intensely at what was about to happen. “I hate scary stuff…don’t think I’ll be able to sleep tonight”.

As the woman on the program woke up and sat up in bed, the camera quickly panned to the end of the bed where a large creature was stood.

“AHHHH!”. YN jumped up, clinging onto the cushion beside her.

Her scream caused Louis to jump in his seat. “Fookin’ ‘ell Tiny…you scared me more than that bloody creature!”.

After YN had calmed down her racing heart, she couldn’t help but laugh at Louis. “M’sorry you know I hate scary films”.

“I think the whole street know after that fookin’ scream!”.

---

Naked Attention was the next show the siblings had to watch. At first they were reluctant but it was part of of the show, and decided to make a joke out of it.

When the presenter on the show asked for the lower half of the bodies to be revealed, Louis and YN remained silent, both note for the first time all evening.

Breaking the silence, Louis spoke. “Do you know what’s mad about this…like they could get turned away now…and that’s all they’ve done all day is get out of bed and go on the tv and get their fanny’s out”.

“And bums and boobs…don’t forget them”. YN ended her silence. “I mean they’re naked on tv…like everyone can see this…imagine their poor Nan comes across this”.

“Let’s be ‘onest you’d hope your Nan wouldn’t choose to watch it”. Louis gave YN a worried look.

“Hey you never know!”. YN burst into laughter as she managed to make Louis embarrassed.

“Essentially they go on here…get naked…show off their bits and bobs and hope to get a date…it’s just mad”. Louis couldn’t understand the show and how it was a thing.

YN was deep in thought. “At least they know before the date if he’s got a little di-“.

Louis was quick to interrupt and groan in horror at what his sister was about to say. “Alright…alright that’s enough!”.

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[call-me-aesthetic]

If Twisted Wonderland was an American Public School

WARNING: There are some slight sensitive topics that are featured in here! Reader discretion is advised!

Part 2 can be found here

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts:

- That one preppy girl who takes all honors and AP classes 😑

- Wants everyone to know that he’s becoming a doctor one day for his strict parents or he’ll dishonor the family

- Reminds the teacher about homework, knowing well that he’ll get slander for it

- Complains about how he got a 90 on his test or a B on his report card, a try hard much?

- Wears a cardigan with thicc but cute glasses since he’s one of those people with can’t see shit on the board so he has to move to the front of the class

Ace Trappola:

- The SoundCloud rapper, that’s it

- “Wanna listen to my mixtape? It’s pretty fire, my guy.” 😩🔥

- You will not miss him BLASTING out some song on his Bluetooth speaker, that shit be echoing through the hallways

- Tells you to stop what you’re doing only for him to either sing horribly or do a backflip, thinking that he’s so cool

- Wears a Supreme jacket with AirPods and waves on his head

Deuce Spade:

- Assuming that he’s still a delinquent, he’s that kid with the most fucked up school record

- Not much of a bully but will still talk shit to your face without caring, might even throw stuff at you during a lesson and you would be the one getting in trouble instead of him 🗿

- If he ever gets mad, it would be overdramatic like kicking the desks, punching the lockers, or walking out of the classroom unannounced and everyone would look at each other wondering wtf happened

- Covers the entire desks with drawings of skulls and those “s” if you know what I mean

- Wears Champion hoodies, wants you to know that he’s broke and rich at the same time

Trey Clover:

- The guy that’s not really popular but everyone knows him since he’s in all their classes

- Most people might have a crush on him because he’s REALLY nice 😳👉👈

- Gives off “older brother” vibes based on the way he looks and acts, like offering you a ride home if you beg ask nicely

- Secretly bakes creme brulee but doesn’t want to mess with the flow so he sticks to the status quo

- Wears the school’s hoodie just because he thinks it looks good on him, and the fact that he doesn’t know what else to wear

Cater Diamond:

- Hot Cheetos girl 🥵

- Has a whole buffet of food in his backpack and will not hesitate to eat them during a lesson, no sharing either sorry

- Excuses himself to the bathroom or full on skips class just to film a Tiktok

- Has about 100 followers on Instagram Magicam and brags about how he’s famous

- Wears a Thrasher hoodie with large hoop earrings and his hair in a bun

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar:

- The kid who flunked their freshman year that also sort of vibes with new classmates

- Always gets mistaken as a teacher by people since he looks and sounds old

- Knows the lessons but still fails them anyways, didn’t really give a damn either 🙄

- Captain of every sports club you can think of, never actually plays but has a lot of knowledge on them

- Wears the school’s letterman from years ago since it used to be his brother’s and that he’s too lazy to buy a new one

Ruggie Bucchi:

- That one kid who NEVER has money for the book fair or any other school event

- Always has to ask his classmates for some cash

- If he somehow does, then he’s one of those kids who buys Diary of the Wimpy Kid or the World Record books

- If he’s feeling cheap, he’ll buy the “cool stuff” like the chocolate scented calculator or fruit snacks 😭

- Wears oversized hoodies and basketball shorts that are clearly hand-me-downs

Jack Howl:

- That one athletic kid who’s both scary good and competitive when it comes to school games like football or soccer

- Literally the best player on his team and without him, they’re trash as hell 💀

- Tries his absolute best to support his teammates without yelling at them for how dumb they are

- “KICK THE FUCKING BALL! DO YOUR LEGS EVEN WORK?!”

- Wears the school’s jersey just to show off his “school spirit”

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto:

- The kid who sell snacks for “charity” but everyone knows he’s keeping the money to himself

- If you don’t have cash or try to negotiate with him, the only thing he’ll do is raise the price up

- “What do you mean you don’t have ten bucks? I can see it in your pocket.”

- Just bring nothing with you, he’ll doing anything to steal your stuff 🤭

- Wears a collar shirt with a tie and khakis that have pockets to keep his glasses and money in

Jade Leech:

- The kid who puts on a goody two shoes facade but is actually a stoner

- Only does “safe” drugs like vape but occasionally smokes weed, mostly in the bathroom or behind the school 🌬

- Can play it off and hide the scent when he’s high, teachers never suspect anything from him

- No one really cares to stop him unless he gets caught or something idk

- Wears clothing that either makes him look like a businessman or a junky, there’s nothing in between

Floyd Leech:

- The kid that’s plays basketball or volleyball just because he’s hella tall, and is actually good at the sports but doesn’t put much effort into them

- Always stays behind after gym, even though the teacher tries to make him leave for his next class 😬

- “I swear after this one shot, I’ll go to class.” *He never made that shot*

- Will jump you no matter who or where you are, and will get angry if you step on his new shoes

- Wears the jersey of any famous team with the latest pair of Jordan sneakers

Scarabia

Kalim Al Asim:

- VSCO girl at best, don’t lie to me now 🤡

- The only words he knows are “And I oop– sksksk.” and “Save the turtles.”

- Walks during a track meet while everyone else is running and sweating hard, the teacher doesn’t care either

- Doesn’t really do anything in gym but talks to his classmates and stands near the water fountain to refill his Hydro flask

- Wears tie dye shirts with cute scrunchies

Jamil Viper:

- That one quiet kid who everybody thinks is a serial killer but he’s actually not, I swear

- He just wants school to be over and spend the rest of his summer relaxing 😔

- Although he shouldn’t abuse his “power,” he‘ll move his hands in his pockets or backpack to make it look like he’s about to pull a weapon out.

- “Chill, I’m just grabbing a pencil.” *Everyone in the class started crying*

- Wears dark colored hoodies that intimidates people but are actually comfy

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit:

- The baddie popular girl 😌💅✨

- Arrives to school late with a Starbucks in hand from his local Target

- Fixes himself every 5 seconds like reapplying his lipgloss or spraying Bath and Body Works cherry blossom perfume

- Uses acrylic nails and long hair extensions as weapons during a cat fight

- Wears a crop top with ripped jeans and those clout sunglasses

Rook Hunt:

- That creepy guy in the hallways who tries to get your attention, even if you don’t know him

- Scares people when he says, “Ayo, where my hug at?” 🥶💯

- Uses at least 10 cans of Axe body spray a week after gym class, which stinks up the locker rooms

- Waves at you if he passes your class, even walking into the room just to say hi

- Wears literally anything but always include a hat

Epel Felmier:

- The artist girl who just wants to be alone 🧑‍🎨

- Purposely draws in front of you but pretends like you’re not looking

- If you complement him, he’ll just brush it off and proceeds to diss himself

- “Thanks but I’m not THAT good at drawing, teehee.” *Insert Radio Rebel face*

- Wears a hoodie or a cardigan with big pockets to put his art supplies in

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud:

- I don’t even need to tell you who he is, y’all already know ahaha 🥴

- Sneaks a whole PlayStation in his backpack so he can play with it during lunch

- Is on his phone 24/7 even in class to the point where teachers don’t care anymore

- Tries to get people into anime but only to little success

- Wears a shirt of any anime character or that damn ahegao hoodie, girl bye

Ortho Shroud:

- The nerdy kid who’s known for destroying others at many games

- Plays classics like D&D, Yugioh, Pokémon, the whole shabang

- Daily Beyblade battles during recess with everyone surrounding him, the menacing aura radiates off of him

- Will steal your things if you lose to him but gives it back a week later cuz he’s sweet 🥰

- Wears light up Sketchers shoes and those Minecraft shirts you find at Old Navy

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia:

- The theatre kid who also goes to band practice, change my mind 👁👄👁

- Takes his role seriously when it comes to school plays and concerts, even if he gets casted as a damn tree or doesn’t go solo

- Remembers the songs and their lyrics to any musical you name, a really good singer at that too

- Plays almost every instrument, you definitely know this since you can hear him down the hallways during a test

- Wears a white button up shirt, black pants with fancy dress shoes, and top it all off with a fricking Rolex watch

Lilia Vanrouge:

- The weird guy who pranks people and vandalizes school property in every way possible

- If you ever get a textbook with a message that tells you to go to a certain page only for you to found a picture of a dick, yeah that was him 😒

- When using a Chromebook, he’ll leave a tab open on YouTube so when the next person uses it, pray that your ears will still work by tomorrow

- During lunch, he is a literal DEMON that mixes milk with chicken nuggets together and having the audacity to eat it too

- Wears an oversized raincoat or a windbreaker but idk wtf kind of things he has hiding underneath

Silver:

- That guy in class who consumes Monster energy drinks and falls asleep 99% of the time but somehow manages to pass the class 🤷

- Whenever he’s awake, he’ll talk to the teachers since he’s basically friends with them for some reason

- Writes his name out of boredom on any desk you sit on but in different places, sometimes around the corners or the sides

- Has a sixth sense because he’ll wake up if you try to draw on his face and if you did get something on him, it’s on sight

- Wears those colorful hoodies that zips all the way up to cover his face with a matching backpack, it’s pretty cool ngl

Sebek Zigvolt:

- That kid who literally knows everything about historical wars and will show it off during class

- Also has knowledge on weaponry, which has people questioning him but he’s just very dedicated on serving his country and people

- Knows how to fight and defend himself from a bitch since he spent his summer at a military boot camp, put respect on my man’s name 😤

- Honestly a great partner for a group project, actually does the given work but not the whole thing for you

- Wears anything that has camo pattern and chunky combat boots

I only made this because me and my friends were talking about our school memories so yeah. This is based from my experience so they might not be exactly accurate. Might even be a part two if you want.

[cherryatiny]

𝐃𝐚𝐝! 𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳: 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑑𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑒 𝑑𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑 <333

𝐺𝐼𝐹𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑠

⩥ 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠

Letting the last droplets of water fall on your exposed shoulders, you turned the water off, putting the showerhead to its previous place after showering the bubbles of your body. Drying your body with a soft towel you prepared beforehand, you slipped into your underwear, opening the bathroom door and going to the bedroom, being met with the sight of your husband Hongjoong, who was currently laying on your shared bed, watching some things on his phone with headphones plugged in.

His eyes peeked on your exposed figure and as they landed on your stomach, they immediately widened, you could see how he swiftly jumped from his place, falling on the ground from the unsuccessful jump. Collecting himself, he got on his knees in front of you. „What the fuck are you doing Joongie?” Hongjoong was switching between looking at your belly and looking up at your face.

„Oh my, you grew a baby bump, oh my god, that's my baby inside you.” His hands cupped the bottom of your belly, poking it with amazement in his eyes, trying to find out if it's really a baby growing inside of you. „Waah, neither of these feel real, whether the fact that there's a tiny clump of cells growing inside of you, that will eventually turn into a human being or the fact that you're so fucking cute with this cute little bump. Literally, how did a deserve you?“ letting out a small chuckle at his words full of amazement, you kneeled to be on his eye level, looking deep into his sparkling dark eyes and pecking the tip of his nose, putting your hands on top of his. „I have the same question, Kim Hongjoong.“

⩥ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚

Stirring the veggie mix in the wok, you rummaged through the cabinets, looking for soy sauce to add to the vegetables. Humming to a random song you heard on a radio a few days ago, swinging your hips to the rhythm. „What are you cooking, darling?“ Almost jumping from your spot as your husband Seonghwa unexpectedly wrapped his arms around your waist, you tried to calm your breath still shocked from the unanticipated touch.

„Hwa, baby, you should work on this awful habit of yours, I felt like my heart was about to jump out of my chest. Please let me know beforehand before you talk or hug me from behind. Stirred veggies with rice and tofu.“ Nuzzling his face into your neck like a hurt puppy, he apologized for scaring you in a tiny barely hearable voice.

Embracing you in a tight hug that kept you close to him as you cooked. „Hm, wait, what is it?“ Turning your head around to look at his confused face. „What do you mean?“ His hands started to caress your lower stomach, poking and pressing on it. „What are you doing Hwa? It tickles!“ Not stopping his actions you slipped out of his embrace, turning your body around to face him.

„Wait, let me touch it again, I swear it changed,... like the structure of your stomach, it's different.“ Kneeling in front of you he lifted your t-shirt, looking at it and resuming his previous actions. Squirming from the tickling touch of his fingers, you let out soft squeals. „Oh my god, Y/N, it really changed. Could it be the baby? Oh my, right, it must be the baby, your lower belly is rounding.“

„You weirdo, examining the changes in the structure of my stomach.“

⩥ 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨

As you finished cutting some fruit for the boys, you placed the bowls on the coffee table in their living room. Your husband Yunho sitting on the couch watching as you took care of his friends, his hand wrapping around you and pulling you back to his lap, your back falling onto his chest. „Rest baby, you don't need to take care of them, they're adults, even though they sometimes don't act that way.” nodding and smiling at his playful advice. „But I want to, you know I have to train these motherly skills for our baby.” whispering into his ear for only him to hear, you turned around to face the boys who were half-arguing about who's the best character in a show they're watching.

„Eat up, I cut those fruits for you, you need vitamins.” before you even finished your sentence, Yeosang was already stuffing his mouth with watermelon, making you all burst out laughing. „No worries Y/N, you should rest, also can I ask you something?” nodding to Hongjoong's hesitant words, he asked you the question he was referring to.

„I don't want to come off rude or anything, so please don't take it that way, but isn't your baby bump showing already?” the man underneath you quickly straightened up, bending down to look at your stomach because of his hyung's words. „Oh my god, Y/N, why didn't you tell me your baby bump is showing.” turning around to face Yunho's surprised face. „I thought you noticed..?”

Wooyoung and San let out loud laughter at how flushed Yunho was. „Yunho you should've seen how you looked right now, you really didn't notice Y/N's baby bump? I can't with you. Try to use your eyes sometimes. But to be honest, who would've thought that your sperm would grow to this size, impressive.” Those two couldn't stop laughing, Yunho only put on his expression of a hurt puppy as you pecked his nose with reassuring words. „Don't worry Yuyu, it might work out next time.”

⩥ 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠

When Yeosang found out that you're pregnant, he couldn't hide the happiness. He was so excited but so scared at the same time. Buying a lot of educational books and attending workshops, to know how to become the best dad. At the same time, he wanted your pregnancy to be memorable so you two can have lovely reminiscences to remember in a few years. Apart from the basic medical record, you two built up a habit of taking pictures every week, to see how your body changed as the weeks of your pregnancy passed.

„Okay okay, go there Y/N, keep still as every week.” Snapping the picture of your figure standing in front of the white wall from side and front. You sat down on Yeosang's lap, arms wrapping around his neck as you looked at the screen of the camera in his hands, switching between today and last week's photos. „Wah, Y/N look! Your baby bump got visible since the last week. Aww, our baby is growing well inside you.” smiling at his adorable attitude. „Aww Yeosangie, are you crying?” Amazed at how quick you noticed it, he swiftly wiped the tears off his eyes. „No I'm not crying, it was just dirt in my eye.”

„One day, when our baby will be older, I will tell it a story about how its father teared up when it was growing in my womb.“ Giving you a death glare, Yeosang turned off the camera with the photos he took. „Try to embarrass me in front of my child and I'm going to sublime into another galaxy.“ Chuckling at his sarcastic remark you hugged his muscular frame. „Please don't, I'd have no one to tease then, Sangie.“

⩥ 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐧

Looking at yourself in the body-length mirror, you examined your body, hugging your frame and trying to cover the parts you didn't like. Especially the gained pregnancy fat on the lower stomach. Turning around, trying to find the angle you looked the best in. Not aware of your husband San observing your movements, while leaning on the door frame. His voice scaring the heck out of you, as he spoke. „What are you doing, darling?“ Turning around you looked at him, your hands wrapped around your body to cover as much as possible. „I- Don't you think I gained weight, Sannie? Especially some fat on my stomach and I'm not even that far in my pregnancy. What am I going to do? I feel so bad.“ San put on his pout at your negative remarks, approaching you, he stood behind you, looking at you in the mirror.

„Baby, I can't explain how much it hurts me to hear you thinking this way of yourself. You're absolutely gorgeous Y/N, darling, it's not any belly fat, and even if it was, it doesn't matter, it's your cute little baby bump. That's our baby that's showing and you shouldn't talk so negative about it.“ Kissing your temple and shoulders, he dropped on his knees, hands falling onto your bump, caressing it and letting his lips brush against your skin, giving it small pecks full of love. „Please Y/N, I'll do anything I can if it helps you overcome your insecurities. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on. You're also the woman that carries my child, and you have my full respect for that. And this cute little baby bump makes you even prettier honey. Now, should I make you some snacks? You need to eat meals with a lot of nutrients so you and our baby can be healthy.“ Smiling at his heart-warming words, you took his hand that tugged you out of the room, taken aback by how did you deserve a man like this.

⩥ 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢

„Mhm Y/N... I'm so exhausted“ your husband Mingi whined, coming out of the shower after working out. „Do you wanna watch a movie? Come on, lay yourself on me and relax, Mingi. There won't be as many opportunities to do this from now on, so lay down.“ Nodding the tall figure of your husband approached you, sitting down on the couch, you spread your legs to create a space for him to lay in, before turning on the TV with your favourite series playing. As Mingi was about to lay his head on your lower belly, he noticed the slight change in its size. Lifting your t-shirt he saw how your lower belly rounded.

„Oh my god- Y/N! Why didn't you tell me your baby bump was showing omo! Y/N Y/N, that's my baby!“ chuckling at his excitement over your belly rounding, you agreed to his words. „Yes, Mingi, that's your baby. Now lay down please, so we can watch the series.“ Brushing your fingers through his brown locks, you tried to softly push his head to lay in your lap. „I don't want to Y/N. You lay in my lap, I don't want to lay on your belly, what if I hurt the baby? Oh my, that would be horrible, I'm sure that since the baby is growing already, it would feel suffocated by my head laying on your baby bump.“ Raising your eyebrows at his gibberish, trying to hold back the laughter at his cute dumbness. „Mingi, please, respectfully shut the fuck up and lay on my lap, you don't want to anger a pregnant woman by not agreeing with her. You won't hurt the baby, so lay down.“ Putting on his 'scared puppy' expression, he listened to you, laying carefully on your belly, your fingers playing with his soft hair, making ponytails and braiding them as you two watched the series.

⩥ 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠

Clipping your fancy earrings and necklace set, you finished adorning your look with accessories. Looking at your figure in the tight-fitting velvet dress, that perfectly fitted the occasion of Wooyoung's business gala. Your eyes dropping at the baby bump that was getting more visible as the weeks of your pregnancy went on, especially in this dreses. But maybe it was just your detailed eye since no one appeared to notice, not even your husband.

Walking down the stairs to the living room where your husband Wooyoung was, already dressed in a well-fitting tuxedo. Playing some games on his phone while waiting for you to finish dressing and stuff. „Woo, I'm done.“ He turned around to look at you, his eyes widening at the ethereal beauty. „Waau, baby, that dress is breath-taking, absolutely worth the money. You're gorgeous, you look like an absolute goddess. Can you turn around?“ Turning around on your heels, showing off yourself in all angles for him to see, his cheerful clapping, like he was your number-one fan, let you gain confidence in yourself. „I don't remember marrying a model, but you for sure look like one.“ coming closer to you his arms wrapped around your frame, one hand falling onto your lower stomach. Leaning closer to you, Wooyoung whispered into your ear: „Especially with that baby bump, you look so cute, it adds to your beauty.“

„I didn't know you noticed...“ Wooyoung pouted at your words because he didn't know that was what you thought of him. „Of course I noticed, what do you take me for?... I just didn't want to mention it, because I didn't know how you felt about that and didn't want to make you insecure by mentioning your baby bump growing, but I just couldn't help myself, it looks too cute on you.“

⩥ 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨

Work tired the heck out of you and Jongho couldn't watch your soulless state full of stress anymore. So his surprising gift for you in a form of a wellness trip was very appreciated. Having a week to spend to focus on yourself, your husband and the little bundle of joy in your womb, was the best thing he could give you. So as you two packed your belongings, and Jongho drove you two to the wellness hotel you could finally breathe out.

„Come on Y/N, let's take our luggage to the hotel room and then dive straight into a hot tub, I feel like my muscles are as stiff as rock.“ taking the luggage out of your hand, Jongho took them to your hotel room, your body fell on the soft mattress of your king-sized bed. „Get up, princess, we gotta go swimming and then we can go to a hot tub. Light exercise is important for a pregnant woman and her baby.“ groaning, you took the swimsuit Jongho threw at you and went to the bathroom to change, putting some dress onto it so you're not bare when you walk through the hotel.

Taking a deep breath after the hour of swimming, you thought you'd collapse from how exhausting it was. „Jongho I'm gonna kill you, you told me that we were gonna rest the whole week.“

„But exercising is resting as well. Okay then, if you're so exhausted, you can be glad that you have such a caring and strong husband, who has no problem with carrying you to the hot tub.“ Glaring at him, you could sense that he was just teasing you with his words. You yelped as he suddenly picked you up, carrying you bridal style, before getting into the hot tub with you still in his hands.

As he sat down with you still in his hands, you wrapped your arms around his neck, nuzzling yourself into his chest. Not aware of his eyes glaring and examining your stomach. „Baby.“ raising your eyebrows at him, thinking he wanted to tell you something, since baby was one of the many nicknames he had for you. „Baby. There's a baby in you. I can see it, oh my- Can I touch it?“

i couldn't find Mingi's gif from this set, i'm gonna cry

[gureishi]

Ohhhh, requests? Requests!!!! ❤️

We all know and love SE and the Choi family (Mc, Saeyoung and Saeran living together in the bunker).... But what about. Other way arround?

Saeran after ending, with saeran and saeyoung making amends, and you finally befriending and getting to know the true person behind 707.

Im happy with whatever ideas you have for this, but if you need more guidance... A scene between saeyoung and Mc, talking? Saeyoung thanking mcfor making saeran happy and feeling like he failed as a brother for not protecting him, and mc being all sweet as she is reassuring him that it's OK and that they are happy now and just fluffy??????

Gosh, I wrote a lot, sorry.

Oh wow. I ADORE this request. Thank you for bringing me this sweet idea. ♡

I love envisioning their lives together post-AE, and it was so much for fun me to imagine this tiny little slice of that. 

after

Saeyoung & Reader (platonic); Saeran X Reader (background), G, words: 2355

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Today there’s one of those early-winter snows where the flurries get stuck in your hair but the ground’s not white and beautiful, just cold and damp. The parking lot is nearly empty—apparently no one else wanted to go out today. Personally, you can’t understand why. You love the way the sky’s a bright white and how the biting wind makes the tips of your ears pink.

Saeyoung, who’s been walking a few paces ahead of you, turns around in time to see you stop and catch a snowflake on your tongue. He raises his eyebrows; he’s got his hood up and there’s a light dusting of snow on top of his head, like powdered sugar.

“I was gonna ask if you regretted coming along now that it’s snowing, but I guess I have my answer.” He’s got a complicated look on his face, like he’s not sure if he’s allowed to laugh at you or not.

“I have no regrets!” you sing, and then he does laugh, shaking his head indulgently.

“Come on,” he says. “Your shoes are getting wet.”

“Your shoes are getting wet. Also your head. Who goes to the store in just a hoodie in the winter?” But you run to catch up with him, splashing in the little puddles that have collected in the uneven pavement.

“It was the hoodie or the floor-length pink fur coat, so I went for the hoodie,” he says, and you can’t tell if he’s joking or not. 

The automatic doors slide open for you; he grabs a shopping cart from the assortment parked just inside the door. You walk beside him, feeling a little awkward. Grocery store etiquette, you think, is such a personal thing. Saeran, for instance, likes to go slowly through the store, lingering in each area—looking for inspiration, sometimes checking recipes on his phone. You like to move through the store at random, picking out items that strike your fancy. These methods work surprisingly well together—perhaps because Saeran finds it charming when you come running up to him with a strange new fruit in your arms.

Saeyoung, it seems, has neither a list nor a plan. He pushes the shopping cart lazily with one hand, heading vaguely toward the nearest aisle. You’re tempted to guide him in one direction or another, but you also don’t want to be a nuisance. This is his shopping trip—he was the one who announced he was going to the store; you were the one who’d insisted on tagging along.

“Are you sure?” he’d asked then, hesitating, one hand already on the doorknob. “You don’t need to! I can get whatever you—”

“I want to,” you’d said firmly, jumping off the couch where you’d been lying with your feet in Saeran’s lap, reading a book. It wasn’t that you needed anything in particular from the grocery store or that you didn’t trust Saeyoung to find whatever was needed for the house (though, in retrospect, it wasn’t that you did trust him, either). It was just…

In the few precious days that you’d been living in the bunker with the brothers—in a world that was suddenly so peaceful you couldn’t quite believe it—you’d begun to realize something: in spite of the hours of phone conversations and chats you’d shared with the enigmatic and charming 707, you actually hardly knew Saeyoung at all.

“So, uhhh,” he begins, a bit uncomfortably. You glance at him askance; his cheeks are pink. “What do we need, anyway?”

You laugh—you can’t help it. “What were you going to buy if I didn’t come with you?”

Saeyoung shrugs, looking down. He’s definitely blushing. “I was gonna…wing it.”

Maybe it’s his inexplicable shyness with you and maybe it’s your genuine love of grocery shopping, but your confidence is bolstered. You take the cart from him and he relinquishes it gratefully, falling into step behind you.

“First we’re going to get produce,” you tell him, and he nods eagerly, bouncing on his heels. He honestly looks excited that you’ve taken the lead; you make a mental note about this. At home, Saeyoung is often in charge—of little things, like what movie you’ll all watch together—because he is boisterously enthusiastic about everything and you and Saeran are more subdued. But here, without his twin, outside of his domain, he is suddenly much less confident.

You select a few types of squash; he watches somewhat reverently. “How do you know what to get?” he asks in a quiet voice.

“Practice, I guess,” you say. “I have in mind a couple of recipes we can make this week, and there are some staples it’s always good to have…” You pause, realizing something, your hands full of squash. “Saeyoung, can I ask you something?”

“What? Yeah!” He responds a little too readily and you know he’s trying to mask his awkwardness. It’s endearing.

“You lived alone for a pretty long time,” you say thoughtfully. You survey the selection of cabbage. “Didn’t you…buy food? To eat?”

He laughs, runs a hand through his already-messy red curls. “God Seven doesn’t need food to live!” he sings, and it’s in the tone of the 707 you’d developed a strange friendship with during those days you were at Mint Eye. You know now that Saeyoung was there, even then, under all that false positivity and diversionary teasing.

“You do, though,” you tell him. You hand him a head of cabbage.

Your firm tone seems to quell him. He looks down at the cabbage. 

“I ate snacks, mostly,” he says, a little more quietly. “Sometimes Vanderwood got frustrated and brought me other things to eat.”

You turn away to hide the look in your eyes from him. These poor, poor boys.

“You two!” you explain in mock-frustration, pushing the cart to the next refrigerated shelf. “So you were living on junk food while he was keeping himself alive with caffeine pills. What am I going to do with you?”

Saeyoung bounces behind you, still holding the cabbage.

“Feed us!” he says. You roll your eyes and tear a plastic bag off the role beside the shelves. 

“Put the cabbage in the bag,” you tell him. He does.

You gather a few more fruits and vegetables and Saeyoung asks about all of them; you’re amused when he doesn’t know what a persimmon is.

“So besides chips and stuff, then, what do you like to eat?” you ask him, pushing the cart into the large, open area where meat and fish sit on ice, row after chilly row.

Saeyoung hums thoughtfully, peering at a particularly large fish, complete with eyeballs and everything. “This is creepy,” he says. “Can we get it?”

“We…can,” you say. “But that doesn’t really answer my question.”

He walks a little ahead of you, and he looks at each different type of meat with such curiosity. They’re both like this, you think—so full of wonder over basic, mundane things. Saeran was in awe the first night the three of you settled in on Saeyoung’s huge couch to watch TV together. And now here is Saeyoung—who’s had considerably more freedom than his brother—staring at an assortment of different cuts of meat like he’s in a museum.

“I’m not sure,” he says finally, tilting his head to the side. “I love chips, and, you know, fish-shaped buns…”

“But is there a meal you like? Maybe from, I don’t know, the past…?” You regret the words as soon as they’re out of your mouth.

Saeyoung laughs bitterly. “Not from childhood, if that’s what you mean.”

“Right,” you say. “Yeah. I knew that. I’m sorry.”

He comes back to your side, leans on the cart. “It’s okay,” he tells you. “I don’t mind.”

“Still,” you say. “Sorry.” You steer the cart toward a display of different chicken parts and he pads along beside you��like an obedient dog, you think.

“What’s the difference between…” he bends over, peering at the packages. “Breasts and thighs?”

You giggle. “You tell me.”

You watch as his face turns red, clashing wonderfully with his hair.

“Um, l-let’s get the…thighs, I guess,” he chokes, and you stifle your laughter with your hand.

“Thighs it is.”

He throws the chicken into the cart with his face turned away and you grin. 707 was a tease, but it is easy to fluster Saeyoung. 

You move through the aisle of bottled sauces in companionable silence. You hold up a bottle of bottle of soy sauce and he nods enthusiastically; he does the same for the fish sauce and corn syrup. To test him, you hold up a banana ketchup—which you’ve personally never actually tried—and he gives you the same affirmative head bob.

“Saeyoung, do you know what this is?”

He tilts his head to the side, reads the label.

“Banana ketchup? Yum!”

You sigh. “Fine.” You toss it in the cart; maneuver to the next aisle.

“You didn’t even have soy sauce or salt or anything in your house when we moved in,” you say. “There was literally nothing in the cabinets.”

He strolls along beside you, running a finger along the rows of different kinds of pasta. “It never occurred to me.”

“We were kind of surprised,” you add, tossing a big bag of rice into the cart. “We bought a bunch of stuff, before we…left.” You stumble over the words; gears spin frantically in your brain. The words hang heavily in the air between you. Before we left to find you. Before we found you and then lost you again.

He’s silent for a moment and you know he feels the change in atmosphere, the way time seems to have slowed down.

“Hey,” he says finally. He’s got one arm draped over the side of the cart and his posture is a little stiff. “Did I ever thank you? I mean, properly.”

You bite your lip, keep walking. Your face feels hot. Suddenly, you’re not really looking at what’s on the shelves.

“You did,” you say softly. “But I feel I should be the one thanking you. You’re the reason we’re both alive, you know.”

Saeyoung stops, and you almost crash into him. He spins around, and he’s got a hard, determined look in his face. You’ve seen that look before. 

“No,” he says. “Nuh-uh. You saved us. You protected him. You did what I didn’t…couldn’t—”

Ah. Your heart’s pounding against your ribcage. Of course it’s here, you think—in this narrow aisle, next to hundreds of loaves of bread, that he’s saying this to you.

“Saeyoung, he knows that you would die for him. You tried to.”

He stuffs his hands in his pockets, walks away from you, lingers at the end of the aisle. The change in him is remarkable. There’s no hint of the awestruck boy, bouncing up and down over the wide selection of steaks, in this morose, bitter man.

“I didn’t succeed, did I?” he says. A mother with a small child seated in the front of her shopping cart comes down the aisle and you back up into the shelves to let them pass. You wonder if they can feel how thick the air is.

“No, you didn’t,” you say. “And thank god, because where would we be if you had?” He finally looks at you then, and you’re taken aback by the wild look in his eyes. It scares you; you take a step toward him. “You fought for him,” you tell him. “And he fought for you.”

His fingers drum a frantic pattern on the metal shelf beside him. He’s got the look of a cornered animal, ready to bolt. You’ve seen this expression before—though on a different Choi brother.

“I was supposed to protect him,” he says, so quietly you can hardly hear him. You take one more step. Another. Finally you’re at his side, and he flinches, but he doesn’t run away.

“You did,” you say. “And he’s safe. All of us are safe.”

He doesn’t say anything.

“We’re going to buy this stuff,” you tell him. “We’re gonna pay for it, and get in the car, and go back home, and he’ll be there. Waiting for you.”

Saeyoung shuts his eyes and takes a long, slow breath. You do it with him. He runs a shaky hand through his hair again and you give him a little nudge with your elbow. Eyes still closed, one side of his mouth twitches upward—a half-smile.

“Sorry,” he mutters. “I didn’t mean to…”

“I know.”

“I just feel like I owe you…”

“Me too.”

His eyes open; they’re clearer, bright and gold behind his glasses. 

“You don’t owe me anything,” he says, and it sounds like a question.

“I love him,” you say. “So, I think I do.”

Saeyoung shakes his head; the color’s back in his cheeks now, and he grabs the cart, pushing it out of the aisle. You jog to catch up, grab onto the side just as he’d done earlier. Hold on tight.

“You love him a lot, don’t you?” he says. You can see him in your peripheral vision—his eyes are twinkling.

“More than anything in the world,” you reply.

“Me too,” he says, echoing you, and you grin. You picture the look on Saeran’s face if he could hear this conversation—the way his green eyes would soften, the way he’d get that adorable little dusting of pink over his cheeks. 

Saeyoung turns the cart abruptly, maneuvering into the next aisle with an expertise you didn’t expect—you shriek, barely holding on. He cackles.

“We need this!” he says, and you turn to see him pointing at an alarmingly large box of some sort of purple cookie you’ve never seen before.

We don’t, you almost say, but you hesitate, because what’s the harm? 

“Sure,” you say, and you toss them in the cart.

Saeyoung smiles. “I’m glad you’re here,” he says. You know he’s not talking about the stupid cookies.

You beam right back at him. “I am too.”

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Department One: Apparel And Jewelry

What are you wearing today?  Just a white duster dress. Very loungewear-y, hahaha. I didn’t feel like wearing shorts today.

What does your favorite shirt look like?  At the moment I’m obsessed with my Vante shirt. It’s fanmade but it was made tastefully; the designs aren’t too loud and I love the cute little shoutouts and tributes to his past paintings, so it had been a ridiculously easy decision for me to want to buy it.

What kind of underwear do you prefer wearing?  Eh I don’t really have a preference as long as I don’t find them uncomfy.

What are your favorite kind of jeans?  I’m definitely still stuck in my mom jeans phase. Idk man, I just love how they match nearly all kinds of tops.

What do the last pair of shoes you wore look like?  They were adidas sneakers. Not a big fan of chunky shoes but it’s an Ivy Park and it was on a big discount HAHAHA so I didn’t hesitate to get them.

How many shoes do you own?  A little more than 10. I love shoes and wanna collect them someday...just not today, hahaha.

How much jewelry do you own?  Not too big on jewelry; most, if not all the ones I wear are just borrowed from my mom since we share the same style anyway.

Do you own any real diamonds or other expensive jewelry?  Yeah, the ones I would borrow from my mom are pretty pricey.

Has anyone ever gave you jewelry as a present?  Yes, I received rings and necklaces from my ex. One of my aunts also gave me a necklace when I turned 7.

Do you like diamonds or gemstones better?  I just stick with diamonds...which is...also a gemstone too, if I’m not mistaken.

Silver or gold?  Silver.

Department Two: Electronics

Do you have a DVD player in your car?  Not in mine, but we do have one in the family car. I used to watch movies on there often but after one grueling road trip where my motion sickness acted up, I haven’t wanted to use it since.

If you have one, what does your camera/camcorder look like?  I just use the camera in my phone but back in the day I used to have a DSLR; that was when I thought I wanted to take up photography, heh. It was a Nikon D3100.

How much did it cost?  I’m not sure since my dad gave it to me as a present, but a quick search told me it would’ve cost him around P20,000 which issssss wow more expensive than I thought.

What kind of cellphone do you have?  I have an iPhone 8 with an LCD screen that’s deteriorating by the day HAHA. I really need to get a new phone.

How often do you send texts?  I text just for work purposes now, so it really depends on how busy my accounts are. Some days would require me to send out more texts than usual.

Do you have your own computer or does your family share?  I have my own laptop. My workplace also provided me with what’s supposed to be my work laptop, but they had it sent to me when I was already a couple of months into my job and all my needed files and programs were already in my personal laptop. Since I was too lazy to start everything all over again, I’ve never actually used the work laptop haha.

How many computers are in your house?  We have three laptops in total - my siblings and I each have our own. Kind of a necessity these days.

Do you still have a VCR?  I don’t think so.

How many DVDs do you own?  We probably have around 30-50 but most of them are movies from like the 2000s that we just haven’t thrown out. Personally, I have about five DVDs of old films like Gone with the Wind, Rebel Without A Cause, Breakfast at Tiffany’s, etc, and recently I’ve been buying BTS merch so DVDs are part of that mix too.

Does your car have a GPS?  No. I use Waze on my phone instead.

What kind of iPod/MP3 player do you have? Haven’t used an iPod in like a literal decade. I use Spotify for my music.

How many songs are on it?  Spotify doesn’t work that way since it’s technically a database of songs.

What size is your TV?  Never bothered to ask/check.

How many TVs are in your house?  Four. Living room, dining room, master bedroom, my brother’s room.

What video game systems do you have?  We have a PS3 and PS4. 

What about handhelds?  Switch. I believe my sister also still has her DSi stored somewhere.

How many video games do you have?  Probably somewhere around 50-60. My dad and brother are content with repeating their games lol.

Department Three: Home

What kind of shampoo do you use?  It’s a Dove variant but I’m just blanking out on the specific name/what it does.

Soap or shower gel?  Shower gel.

What does your comforter look like?  It’s pretty colorful and has geometric shapes and lines.

Does it match your pillows?  Yep, they come in a set.

What size is your bed?  Twin.

Do you or your parents like to decorate the house with various things or is it plain?  My mom puts considerable effort in decorating the house but it’s nothing overboard that it feels tacky. There’s enough decor in enough spaces.

Does the furniture in your house match?  Sure. I imagine my mom would be very irritated if she felt something was uncoordinated at home.

What does your couch look like?  It’s a gray L-shaped couch. Gabie broke a portion of the couch’s springs when it had only spent its like first two weeks at home but surprisingly my mom has not noticed it yet; probably because she barely sits on that side.

How many does your dining room/kitchen table seat?  It has six chairs, though since we’re five one of the chairs is almost always unoccupied.

Do you have any fancy china?  No, my mom isn’t the type to collect those.

Do you have outside furniture?  Yeah we have a table and chairs up on the rooftop, if they count.

What do your curtains look like?  My siblings and I have pull-down blinds. The other rooms have these pulled-back gold curtains that’s accompanied by white sheers.

Department Four: Grocery

What kind of bread do you get?  Sliced white bread, always. Sometimes my mom will pick up pan de sal, but she gets those from a certain bakery and no longer the grocery.

What is your favorite kind of cake?  CHEEEEEEEEEESECAAAAAAAKE.

Do you get a lot of sweets from the grocery store?  Eh, nah. Not a big fan of sweets.

What kind of soda is your favorite?  Don’t like soda.

Do you drink juice? What kind?  I can take it or leave it. I wouldn’t buy it for myself.

What is your favorite chewing gum?  Doesn’t matter to me. The flavors last for only like a minute anyway.

Do you usually get candy from the check-out aisle?  Nah. Those are far more accessible so who knows who could’ve touched or tampered with them. Plus, I mentioned I don’t like sweets.

What is your favorite soup?  Miso or cream of mushroom.

Have you ever had soup when you were sick?  No. I don’t enjoy hot beverages/liquids very much so I doubt I would feel comfort from soup when I’m sick.

What are your favorite canned vegetables?  Not sure if it’s a cultural difference thing but canned vegetables kind of sound gross and I don’t think I’ve encountered those (I actually had to look it up lol). My parents always buy fruits and veggies as is.

What do you eat for breakfast?  Fried rice is a constant but my mom switches up the set of viands every time. Some of the meals she serves would be hotdogs, eggs (either scrambled, omelette, fried, or sunny-side up), corned beef, dried fish, hashbrowns, luncheon meat, tapa, and Vienna sausages. Poptarts or toaster strudels?  Poptarts. I’ve never had toaster strudel and I’m honestly not sure what that is.

What salad dressing do you prefer?  Spicy mayo.

Ketchup, mayonnaise, or mustard?  MAYONNAISE. I can live without the other two.

What kind of cookie do you like best?  I only ever eat chocolate chip.

What kind of snacks do you get at the grocery store?  Salted egg chips or Pringles. Not a big fan of snacks either. This survey is making me realize I’m way more into full meals than anything else.

Do you get the meat from the deli?  Er, we don’t have delis here. Too fancy a concept lmao. If we have them, they are most likely in those extremely upscale, boujee neighborhoods.

What is your favorite frozen dinner?  I mean my dad buys frozen meat, fish, etc, but the frozen dinner sets that I see in American culture, which I’m guessing is what’s being referred to in this question, are not common here.

Do you prefer frozen dinners to actual cooking?  I honestly can’t imagine how it’s filling, but then again I’ve never tried it. Personally, food made from scratch is still the best.

What is your favorite kind of pasta?  Fettuccine.

Do you eat meat? And if not, do you eat vegetarian meat?  Yes, I eat meat. I get vegan options if they’re accessible and affordable, but those choices are hard to come by here.

What is your favorite fruit?  Avocado is really the only one I’ll give a pass to. Everything else tastes horrible.

What about vegetable?  Broccoli, bell peppers, green beans.

Department Five: Health And Beauty

What kind of makeup do you normally use?  None. If I absolutely have to put on makeup, I will begrudgingly put on foundation, maybe some eyeliner, and lip gloss. And they will all most likely be borrowed from my sister.

Do you wear more makeup on special events?  Not necessarily.

What is your favorite makeup brand?  I wouldn’t be the right person to ask because I would just say none of them.

Do you use any acne products?  Mmm no, I just splash water on my face, really. I actually got into a conversation about skincare with my co-workers yesterday and besides the usual shocked experessions I get when people find out I don’t use products, they recommended I at least get moisturizer and sunscreen. Idk, let’s see but historically it’s been hard to convince me to invest in skincare haha.

What kind of perfume do you use?  I have one of Beyoncé’s perfumes, Heat Rush. I don’t actually know if that’s still in production but it’s been my staple for like a decade or so now.

Have you ever been on a diet?  No. I never really had to be on one.

What products do you use in your hair?  Shampoo and conditioner.

How often do you brush your hair?  Only when I have to leave the house or have an important virtual work meeting.

What do you take when you have an upset stomach?  Nothing. The toilet usually solves that for me lol.

Do you take any prescription medicine? Nope.

Department Six: Movies, Music, And Books

What is your favorite movie of all time?  It’s been Two for the Road for a solid nine years and it doesn’t look like anything’s on its way to dethroning it anytime soon.

What genre of movie do like best?  Drama. The more realistic it is, the better.

What was the last movie you watched?  It’s a Korean film called Be With You. I liked it and I cried waterfalls, but the ending was so rushed it was kind of disappointing.

What was the last movie you purchased?  I don’t buy movies. If I wanted to see a film I’ll check if Netflix has it, then if they don’t I just try to scour one of those illegal movie streaming sites that always happen to have thousands of pornographic ads hahaha.

What is your all time favorite band? Paramore. Do you still buy CDs?  Only from artists I’m an extremely huge fan of. Right now that would be BTS, so I’m catching up on all the albums they’ve released in the last eight years.

What was the last CD you bought?  I got the Butter album set, if that counts. If it doesn’t, the last full-length album I purchased was Dark & Wild.

What was the last song you listened to?  I think it was Permission To Dance.

What is your favorite book?  I haven’t found it yet.

Do you even like reading?  I used to love it a lot more, to the point that back in grade school I was known as always having a book in my hand. I just don’t know where that passion went.

How often do you read?  Nearly never. I mean...I do read fanfics, I guess; but I won’t count those.

Department Seven: Sports And Fitness

Do you own a bike/scooter/skateboard/etc.?  We do have a bike at home, but that doesn’t mean I know how to ride it. We don’t have the other two.

How old were you when you learned to ride a bike w/o training wheels?  I still don’t know how to last on a bike without training wheels heheh.

Have you ever been camping?  Nah.

How often do you work out?  Nope but at work my boss just started another fitness challenge, so I’ll probably have to get back on working out soon just because I would want to accomplish the challenge.

Are you in good shape?  Sure, I think so. I’m not like fit fit because I neveeer exercise haha, but I also don’t make it a point to constantly eat unhealthy foods or have an unhealthy lifestyle to the point that it affects my body.

Do you go to a gym?  I do not. I thought of getting a membership at the start of the year but I’m glad I didn’t push through with it because all the gyms are still closed anyway.

Have you ever been fishing?  No. Idk if it’s my kind of pastime or not.

Have you ever been on a boat?  Yeah. My country has like 7000 islands so I was bound to get on a boat at some point in my life haha.

Can you play golf?  Never seemed interesting to me so no. Even on Wii Sports I barely picked golf.

Ever rode on a golf cart?  Yeah, in resorts where we had to ride them to be taken to our room.

Would you ever go hunting?  That’s an easy no.

What is your favorite sport?  Pro wrestling or table tennis.

Ever played on a sports team?  No, my school didn’t have a table tennis varsity.

Department Eight: Toys

What was your favorite toy as a child?  Cash registers because I liked the buttons. Also Play-Doh sets that had those contraptions that would squirt out the clay in various shapes.

Do you still play with toys?  Well, no.

Do you collect any toys?  I don’t, but I’m not opposed to start buying Funko Pop figurines of people or characters I’m interested in.

Did you ever have building blocks?  Sure, but I was never creative enough for them.

Did you play with dolls?  No.

Barbies or Bratz? Which were better?  BRATZZZZZZ

What is your favorite board game?  Scrabble.

Do you like to do arts and crafts?  Hell no.

Do you think that kids now have it better than when you were young? For sure, but isn’t that kind of the goal?

[btsrmono]

Trial & Error | chapter 15

Main Pairing: (jimin): student/idol x (main): foreign student  

Side Pairs: main x (nct) jaehyun

PART 14

“You should be lucky that I’m gracing you with my presence.”

“You’re an asshole, Jimin.”

“And you’re jealous that my stories are better than—”

You quickly picked up a watermelon slice from the bowl near you and shoved it into his mouth, cutting him off, making everyone laugh. “Just chew, sweetie, chew.”

Jimin quickly obeyed—not because he wanted to but because he was tipsy and watermelon was his favorite snack when drinking, for some odd reason.

“That sure shut him up,” Mark chuckled from your couch.

You guys were a week into Winter break and your parents were finally out of the country so you were able to hold your sleepover. Initially, you had only invited Taehyung, Jimin, Jinsoul and Jaehyun but they all brought along some extra people. Jinsoul ended up bringing Heejin and Eunah, Jimin and Tae brought Jungkook and Jaehyun invited Mark, Johnny, Doyoung and Taeyong, though Mark and Taeyong made it known that they could only stay for a few hours.

Currently, Mark, Jaehyun and Doyoung sat comfortably on your couch, watching you and Jimin, whom were on the floor, Jimin’s head resting on your lap, bickering over ghost stories for the past twenty minutes. Taehyung, Jungkook, Johnny and Taeyong were standing up, playing a game of Darts that Jungkook brought over, and the girls were also sitting on the floor, smoking out of a dab pen that belonged to Eunah as music videos played on your hanging flatscreen.

“You guys wanna go to a karaoke lounge tomorrow?” Heejin asked, scrolling through her phone.

“Can’t, I’m broke as fuck,” Eunah spoke.

Heejin looked at her. “Well, I’ll pay, I was just asking if you all wanted to come.”

“I mean, I’ll go,” Jinsoul answered with a shrug.

“Ditto,” you followed.

“Where’s it at?” Johnny asked, still focused on the game. You were shocked they even heard you guys with all the noise they were making.

“In Gangnam, it’s called Cherry Split.”

“Sounds like the name of a strip club,” you chuckled out. Everyone laughed, agreeing with you.

“Well, are we all going to this ‘strip club’?” Heejin pressed, wanting an answer.

“We all kind of have a schedule tomorrow,” Johnny answered, referring to him and his members. “But we’ll probably be able to make it.”

“Yeah, it’d be dope,” Mark added, nodding his head.

“I really hope we can,” Doyoung chimed in, looking doubtful that they’d be able to.

“Bangtan?” you jokingly called the other boys, asking where they stood with this.

You felt Jimin giggle in your lap. “Don’t call us that.”

“Hell yeah, we’re going,” Jungkook said surely before Tae cut him off.

“We can’t, Jungkook.”

Jimin sighed, regretfully. “Yeah, we can’t. We have meetings and practice.”

You slightly pouted. Sometimes you hated having idol friends.

“Well, Johnny,” Heejin started. “Let me know before 2pm tomorrow so I can reserve a bigger room if so.”

He nodded his head before turning back to their game of Darts just as Jimin suddenly jerked his head. You looked down at him, asking what was wrong.

“Aish, there’s something in my eye.” He started to rub it, making his eye turn red.

“Jimin, don’t do that, you’re only making it worse!” you scolded him, gently grabbing onto his wrist in order to get him to stop.

“Okay but it hurts, y/n. Can you blow into it?”

Without hesitation, you told him to open his eyes wider with his fingers and began to blow.

“You might have to put water in it,” Doyoung suggested.

“Blow harder,” Jimin complained, almost in a whiny tone.

You couldn’t help but to laugh at the situation. “This sounds so wrong,” you chuckled.

“Just hurry up so I can stare at your face again,” Jimin joked, slurring his words.

Jinsoul scruned her face in disgust. “Ew, ok, I know you two are, like, besties but please go flirt somewhere else.”

As everyone but Jaehyun chuckled, you looked at Jinsoul sternly. “Stop it, we’re not flirting.”

“Coulda’ fooled me.”

You could see Mark trying to contain his laughter as he snuck small glares at a clearly annoyed Jaehyun.

You sighed, blowing one more time. “Is it better now?”

He nodded, a small grin appearing on his face. It was then, you took it upon yourself to stand up and walk over to Jaehyun, sitting on his lap as the others started a new conversation that you paid no mind to.

“What’s wrong?”

Jaehyun shook his head, looking at you. “Nothing, babe. Something seem wrong?”

“Yeah, you’re looking at me like I did something.”

Jaehyun looked away only to see Jinsoul shamelessly staring at the both of you and not breaking contact. “Can we go on your balcony for a sec?”

You nodded your head and stood up, leading you both outside to the deck. As he was behind you, he closed patio door to keep the others from hearing your conversation.

“Sorry about the Jimin thing,” you started.

He waved this off. “Don’t bother, there was nothing wrong with that, he’s just annoying me right now.”

You let out a breath of frustration, sick of them not being able to get along.

“Your friend is nosy, y/n.”

“My friend?” you chuckled, knowing he was referring to Jinsoul. “Our friend, and secondly, she’s not stupid, she’s gonna start asking questions... Should we just tell everyone?”

Yes, you and Jaehyun had a secret that you hadn’t told anybody yet. Just the other day, he officially became your boyfriend. You guys were just spending so much time together in such a short period of time, it had felt like you two had known each other forever. You were getting along so well and ended up developing quick feelings for each other.

It happened when you two were on a breakfast date at a lowkey cafe, eating fruit and crepes.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Shoot.”

“I don’t wanna shoot you”, he joked.

“Jaehyun, if you don’t just ask the damn question, I’m gonna shoot you.”

Chuckling, he tilted his head as his ears began to turn a blush of pink. “Would it be weird if we started dating?”

“We are dating—”

“No, I mean dating. Like... you being my girlfriend dating.”

And of course you said yes. You liked him. A lot. You’d literally be stupid not to. But you still had yet to tell any of your friends and you knew you and Jaehyun would have to talk about how to break it to them.

“No, we can’t tell them.”

You were taken aback by his answer, wondering why he would want to keep your relationship a complete secret. You couldn’t help but wonder if he was embarrassed of you. Your thoughts must have been apparent because Jaehyun placed his palm on your face, stroking your cheek reassuringly.

“It’s not for the reasons that you think,” he informed you.

“Then... why.....” You were trying to understand him but you’d be lying if you didn’t feel at least a little sad.

He took in a breath, turning to the balcony railing and resting his elbows on them. “I know you don’t necessarily get it but it does have a lot to do with my career. I feel the need to be perfect all the time and I plan to keep it that way.. For now. I don’t want any ‘scandals’ at all and I don’t want people on the outside to know about my private life, especially the person that I’m dating. At least not until i know they’re the one.”

There was an awkward pause and it was then Jaehyun just realized how his wording sounded, making his eyes slightly widen. You chuckled at the cute face he was making.

“I mean, not that—”

You let out a chuckle. “No, I know. We’re still fresh, don’t sweat it.”

“And it’s not just about me,” he continued, “I have my members to think of too. I can’t jeopardize them for my own selfish reasons.”

You shook your head, knowing where he was going with this. “It’s okay, you don’t have to explain.”

“No, I do,” he replied, looking you in the eyes, seriously. “You’re my girlfriend and you one hundred percent deserve an explaination, baby.” He grabbed onto your waist, pulling you closer, making butterflies appear in your stomach. “It’s already obvious, we don’t need to confirm anything with them. They’ll know and that’s fine. Just don’t answer any questions.”

You were surprised that you weren’t as upset as you could have been but you knew better. You knew you were dating an idol and that this would be the reality of it. Oh, well.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he spoke softly. “You don’t have to be okay with this.”

You shook your head back and forth, letting the truth come out. “I’m not,” you admitted. “But I will be, it’s not that serious, Jae.”

“It’s not?”

You looked up from the ground to him, only to see him looking at you seriously. For some reason, this made you giggle, it’s what you did in awkward situations.

“No, baby.”

His grip on your hips loosened up as he let out a small breath. “Look, we don’t have to hide it, we just shouldn’t talk about it with other people.”

You pouted but nodded your head, understandingly. “That’s fine. It’s not like I’m dating you to show you off, I actually like you. It’s not about flaunting our relationship.”

This immediately put a huge grin on Jaehyun’s face and he, for some reason, started blushing just before throwing an arm around your neck and pulling you in for forehead kisses. You looked up, smiling at his dimpled face, attaching his lips to yours, giving him a quick peck.

Afterwards, he silently wrapped his arms around you in the attempt of a back hug. You knew you were about to have to go back in to join your friends so you were trying to soak up the alone time you were getting with Jaehyun.

You looked up into the sky, realizing how beautiful the night was. “Oh my god,” you spoke, “look at the moon.”

“Whoa, it’s huge.”

“Should we make a wish on it?”

You felt him giggle into your back. “On the moon, y/n? It’s not a wishing star.”

You shrugged, realizing he didn’t understand your intentions. “It doesn’t have to be, Jae, it’s all about manifestation when it comes down to it. The moon is very powerful when it comes to that. Especially a full moon.”

“Manifestation?”

“It’s a way of living. All you have to do is set a goal and believe in it. You don’t need a shooting star for a wish to come true.”

There was a pause and for a second, neither of you said anything. Jaehyun nuzzled his chin into the back of your head, kissing it. “There’s so much that I could learn from you, y/n.”

You quietly laughed to yourself, realizing that there really was. “There is,” you agreed. “Now, let’s make a wish.”

You both silently closed your eyes and mentally wished on the moon. You wished that you could continue to feel as happy as you did in that moment and that everything would fall into place for you and your friends. 

Jaehyun hummed and you figured he was done. “Ok, we should probably head back in before they get too suspicious,” you spoke.

“Ha, as if they're already not but yeah... We should.” He then released you and allowed you space to walk in first.

When you walked back in, the music wasn’t as loud as before and everyone was huddled around the dining room table, eating chicken and talking but their voices got weirdly quiet and hushed as you both approached them and they stole a few glances at y'all. 

You humphed awkwardly, wondering what that was about. “Why the sudden secretive behavior?” 

“We could ask you guys the same thing,” Taeyong joked. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Jaehyun replied, playfully rolling his eyes. “Seriously, what are you guys talking about?”

“Well,” Jinsoul started, “Ais—”

“Dude, don’t tell him!” Johnny cut him off.

“He’s gonna find out eventually, Johnny,” she defended.

You looked at Jaehyun who was now looking utterly confused and lost. “Did someone die?”

Jungkook huffed, seeming annoyed with the back and forth. “It’s not that serious, it’s just that Aisha’s back.” 

The room quickly grew to a silence as Jaehyun froze and everyone stared at Junkook in annoyance. Either he was oblivious or he didn't care but all he did in response was shrug his shoulder and pick up another chicken wing before shoving it into his mouth, clearly unbothered.

All you could think about was why everyone was so scared to talk about this person. “Whose Aisha?”

“Another round of Darts?” Taehyung suggested.

They all jumped up from the table, running over to the wall where the game was. Everyone but Jimin and Jaehyun, that is. You heard them get loud again as they changed the topic, placing bets on which team would lose.

Yes, you were irritated with them ignoring your question but you accepted that they didn’t want to talk about it and decided to leave it alone. That being said, you turned to Jimin who didn’t look too good.

“Jimin, you okay?”

He shook his head no. You then placed the back of your hand on his cheek, then forehead to check his temperature. He wasn’t burning up but he was definitely warmer than usual.

“I don’t feel too good,” he groaned.

“Jimin, you only had three bottles of soju.”

He sucked his teeth. “I’m a lightweight, leave me alone.”

You laughed, telling him to stand up. He did as told and you let Jaehyun know that you’d be back. “Do you need help?” he asked.

“No, I got this, thanks though.”

You lifted Jimin from his seat to guide him into your room. He was pretty limp, which made it harder on you but you were still able to successfully get him tucked into your bed. He always took care of you when you needed, now it was your turn.

“I’ll be right back,” you told him. You ran to your kitchen pantry to grab a bottle of water and some advil then made your way back into the room only to see that Jimin knocked out that quickly.

You shook him lightly in attempt to wake him up. He fluttered his eyes opened, groaning. “Hun, there’s some pain medication and a water bottle right here if you need some,” you told him, pointing to your night stand that stood right next to your bed. “And there’s a trash can on the side if you feel like you’re gonna throw up. It’s okay if you miss but just try your best.”

He nodded his head, acknowledging you but too tired to do anything, he just went back to sleep. You left your room, closing your door behind you and went to join the rest of your friends in playing Darts.

Eventually, hours passed and you were all tired. Mark and Taeyong left because they all had a schedule in the early morning and wanted to get a head start when that time came. The rest of you guys buildt a bed on the living room floor out of blankets and pillows and you took your spot next to Jaehyun, drifiting peacefully asleep in his arms.

A/N: I’m so sorry if this felt so rushed, it’s bc it was 😭 I’ve been so so busy and exhausted and I finally got a tiny bit of time to throw this together, I wish this chapter was longer but I’ll make up for it next chapter, I promise. ❤️ Hope you enjoyed regardless!

CHAPTER 16

[writersrealmbts]

Painted Crown: Part 4/End

Description: You have faithfully served the royal family for years. But as reality sets in, Jungkook, a prince from a neighboring kingdom, offers you something you had never dreamed of having.

Warnings: N/A

Posted: 08/27/2019

Tags: Jungkook x reader, Prince!Jungkook, Prince!Taehyung, Prince!Hoseok

?: 3,333 words

A/N: I literally just finished writing this and haven’t had time to proofread because I need to get ready to leave, so I’m sorry for any mistakes!

You gazed out at the town through the carriage windows, worry starting to gnaw at your stomach at the impending meeting with Jungkook’s parents. Your father had no objections or qualms over you marrying Jungkook, but he was a prince. You were not a princess, and you were well aware that both princes may be disillusioned with their parents expectations regarding Jungkook’s marriage. “It’s beautiful.” “I’m glad you like it.” Jungkook gently took your hand. “You see that street there, that we’re passing?” You nodded, noting the colorful banners of market stalls and the spacious conditions of the roads. “That’s the best street to ride down in the mornings, the kids on their way to school and the stalls not quite open yet. And then walking to the school with the kids, before riding into the fields and back to the castle. It’s great.” “Jungkook always buys the kids fruits when he rides there in the mornings,” Hoseok said, smiling proudly at his younger brother. “Studying while hungry is the worst,” Jungkook said, dread in his voice at the thought of it. “All those days with Jongsil staring down his nose at me while he incanted the history of four centuries ago and the genealogies of rulers so long gone that their names don’t even grace the halls of the dead in what’s been the capital of our country since it was founded: all on an empty stomach because he always came between morning and evening meals, right when I would take my midday meal.” You laughed softly. “You’d think you would have learned to take a snack with you.” Hoseok laughed at that as Jungkook just sort of gaped at you like the thought had never occurred to him. You laughed a little louder at his face, then kissed his cheek. “Don’t worry, I will ensure your meals are never missed unless it absolutely cannot be helped. A morning ride such as the one you described does sound lovely. Perhaps I could join you on your next one?” He smiled at you and nodded. “I would love that.” “I should have ridden my horse instead of being stuck in here with you,” Hoseok muttered, looking out the window. You smiled up at Jungkook, who grinned back shyly. “You know, I did hear that you are betrothed to a princess in the south. If you’re that jealous of us, you could always go ahead with the marriage plans.” Hoseok looked at you with a mix of surprise, discomfort, and horror. Jungkook started laughing. “Don’t act jealous if you’re not ready to tie the knot, hyung.” Hoseok put a hand over his heart like you had given him the biggest scare in his life. “Do you even know what she is like?” You asked. “I have heard rumors here and there,” Hoseok replied, shrugging. “She’s beautiful, and kind. She’s the second of twelve sisters. There’s some sort of trouble over there recently, I think.” He shook his head. You frowned slightly. “What sort of trouble?” “A curse, on all of the sisters.” You felt your eyes widen. “All twelve?” “Yeah, so we’ll probably go in a year or so to find out what really is going on. Then we’ll either solidify the betrothal agreement, or render it null.” Hoseok shrugged, looking out the window and sighing with a stretch as the carriage entered the castle gate. “Meaning you’re going to drag me all the way to another kingdom to see if you actually want to marry this girl and if you don’t you’re going to have me help you convince father that it would do the country more ill than good?” Jungkook asked, sighing and looking out the window. “Like you did with the last princess mother wanted you to marry?” “She laughed like a donkey and had the manners of a hag,” Hoseok muttered, folding his arms. “I couldn’t live with that. No matter the good the alliance could do to the kingdom. I couldn’t make her the future queen of our kingdom.” Jungkook gave you a look that said that the princess they spoke of was only the latest in a long line of potential matches. You smiled softly. “I’m sure you will find the right princess for both the kingdom and yourself, my lord.” “I told you, call me Hoseok.” “Mmm, perhaps after the wedding,” You countered quietly, looking at your hands before taking a breath as the door to the carriage opened. “A maid will show you to your room to freshen up, then I’ll meet you in the great hall and we will introduce you to my parents,” Jungkook told you quickly. You nodded as Hoseok dismounted and turned back to help you instead of the footman. Over the trip you had learned that they preferred to do it over having the footman help you, but had yet to learn the reason why. The footman, a nice fellow who played the lute, was just as mystified, but far more accustomed to it. And though protocol would usually have you exiting the carriage first, they preferred to have one of them exit first, a precaution outside of the castle in case of danger. You had tried to argue that you were much more dispensable than either of them, and were met with intense reproach and rebuttal. You surveyed the castle with guarded awe, stomach churning as you looked up at the daunting fortress. It was larger than the one you were accustomed to. If you were staying, it would take you at least two weeks to memorize the layout of the castle. “Don’t worry, it looks friendlier on the inside,” Hoseok told you, amusement lacing his voice. You looked at him. “I hope you’re right.” His face softened as he continued smiling at you. “I am. Everything will be fine.” Jungkook hopped out in a very undignified manner, stretching. “Oh, it’s good to be back. Let’s get away from the crowd, yeah?” “Jungkook, could you at least act like a prince?” You asked, resisting the urge to roll your eyes as you took his offered arm. Hoseok snickered and strutted toward the entrance. Jungkook looked a little taken aback. “What do you mean?” “I mean, don’t you think they’ll judge whether or not I’m a good match for you based on your own behavior as well as my own?” You asked in a quieter voice. He smiled. “Of course. I apologize, y/n. I wasn’t thinking.” A maid came over and curtsied to you. “My lady, I will be showing you to your room, if it please you.” “Thank you, what is your name?” You asked, releasing Jungkook’s arm. She looked a little shocked at the question, leading you to believe you would have your work truly cut out for you. “Rose, ma’am.” “Rose, yes, please do lead the way,” You said, turning to bid adieu to Jugnkook. “Try to rest, y/n.” He bent to kiss your hand, then walked quickly over to where a knight was waiting. You sighed silently, gazing after him a moment before looking back to Rose. “I apologize, I’m keeping you waiting.” “No, ma’am, it’s alright. Just this way, please,” She said, sounding nervous now as she quickly turned to lead you through the castles. You were led to nice bedchambers, very spacious and richly furnished, though maybe not completely to your own taste. “Some of your things have yet to be brought up,” Rose apologized with a curtsy. Two more maids were standing by in your room. “We’ve drawn a bath and prepared a gown for milady to change into,” One of them, an older woman, likely of some standing in the staff said. “Shall I assist while they unpack your things?” You hesitated in your response. She had a twinkle in her eye. “Or perhaps milady would prefer I defer my assistance until after she has bathed and changed into clean underthings.” “Yes, that would be…preferable.” “Her majesty also sent a gown for you, as a present, wishing you to wear it to this evening’s dinner,” the other maid said, curtsying. You looked past her to the gown that lay on the bed. “I am sure I am grateful.” However it really wasn’t your color. Actually, it was the opposite of your color. And it looked like it was made for someone half your size. And half your age. “However, I would like my blue gown for this evening if this gift should…prove…” “To be the wrong size?” Rose offered. “Yes, thank you. I apologize, it must have been a longer journey than I expected. What are your names?” You asked the new maids. You suspected they were appointed to be your ladies maids by the queen (providing you weren’t rejected by their majesties) and you weren’t about to be that naked with strangers. “Brigitte,” The younger said with a curtsy. “Magdalene.” The elder sort of bowed instead. “Pleased to meet you both. My blue gown should be in that trunk over there, likely towards the top. And my slippers should be just underneath.” “Yes, ma’am,” Brigitte curtsied again. You nodded and headed into the chamber where Magdalene had gestured when speaking of the bath. She followed behind you, hanging your underthings and then laying a towel out for you. “Just leave your clothing in the basket over there and I’ll see that they’re cleaned. It must have been a long journey, so take your time and try to relax. You’ve a few hours before I am to show you to the great hall to meet his highness.” “He sent instructions in advance with some of our luggage, I take it?” You asked in a hushed tone. “Yes, miss. The castle has been buzzing with word of your coming. Word’ll soon spread to the town. We were all surprised, though. The younger prince has always been so shy.” You felt the water to check the temperature, noting the rose petals floating in the water. “Indeed. I am as surprised as anyone. But he’s so…universally charming. He’s everything a young man ought to be if he can. He has his faults, we all do. Mine is to doubt, and expect the fragility of the situation to crack and disappear through my fingers as sand at any moment. I was the young princess’s lady in waiting. I was to teach her diplomacy, war tactics, and politics. How did I end up here?” “If I had to guess, my lady?” You looked to her, waiting. She smiled warmly. “You fell in love.” You looked away, the corner of your mouth turning up into a smile. “How could I not? Am I a fool, do you think?” “No, miss. I think you’re very far from a fool, and I think the Prince may have made a very wise decision. To teach those things, you have to know them, I would think.” She bowed a bit again. “Begging your pardon, miss, my knees can’t bend like they used to.” “Then do not stress them on my account. Thank you, Magdalene. I shall call when I’m ready for your assistance.” You smiled at her. She bowed a bit again, and left you to your bath. After a long soak, you changed into a gown the maids had picked out for you to meet the king and queen in, which was one you had picked in your mind to wear as well, and allowed Brigitte to do your hair (it was her specialty). Then you picked at some cosmetic lotions and such that the queen had also gifted you with the assistance of both maids before using a simple lip tint that you had brought from home. You wore your mother’s pearl necklace and earrings with a sapphire necklace your father had given you at your coming-of-age gala. You stared at yourself in the mirror, looking for flaws and seeing all of them. “You look beautiful, my lady,” Brigitte breathed, looking genuinely awed. “Just as a princess should.” “I do not wish to mislead them,” You whispered, smoothing the already smooth fabric of your bodice. “You shan’t, my lady. It is time to go meet the prince,” Magdalene said gently. You could understand why she was assigned to assist you now, and were grateful that the head of the maids had had the foresight to give you someone like Magdalene to assist you. Jungkook was talking with some noble-looking men in the great hall, but his face lit up when he saw you, causing the other two men to turn. You curtsied to them. “You look beautiful, y/n, as always,” Jungkook said softly, taking your hand and kissing it, but he never released it again. “May I present Lord Kim Yugyeom and Jung Jaehyun, Duke of Betasilla.” The bowed as though you were a princess, despite you curtsying in respect to their positions, which led to some awkward glances. You smiled at them. “I take it you are close to Jungkook?” “Ah, yes, we grew up together,” Yugyeom answered, looking mischieviously at Jungkook. “Unfortunately we should head to the throne room, my parents are eager to meet you,” Jungkook intervened quickly, as if sensing the trouble brewing behind that gaze. “See you at the feast tonight.” “We’ll be toasting to the two of you loudest,” Jaehyun responded with a grin, raising a hand as though he were holding a chalice already. Jungkook led you away at a brisk pace. “Jungkook,” you murmured, just loud enough for him to hear. “You’re walking a little too quickly for me.” He came to an abrupt halt. “Sorry.” You blinked a few times to compose yourself. “Are you nervous?” “No,” He answered immediately. “Those two were just liable to make up some nonsense story to try and make me look bad in front of you.” You smiled and placed your free hand on his arm. “If you thought I was that easily swayed, then you would not have brought me here.” He looked at your face and smiled back. “Yeah. Ready?” “Not remotely, however we should not keep them waiting.” He nodded and led you into the throne room, bowing as your curtsied in the proper manner after reaching the point where you were in front of the King and Queen. “Father, mother, this is Lady Y/n. I intend to make her my wife.” You tried to suppress your surprise at his blunt greeting, mentally panicking because that is not how you would ever think of presenting a marriage between yourself and Jungkook. “I see,” The King’s voice murmured, a slightly amused tone to the single word he said, but you didn’t dare to look up to try and read his face. “She has been taught in the ways a princess should, with a background in politics and tactics. She understands diplomacy, and propriety. She knows what the lives of the poor look like, as well as the lives of the nobility. She makes me comfortable in crowds, and she’s gentle, but she’s not afraid to put those who have stepped out of line in their proper place. She’s graceful, and looks like an angel on the dance floor.” Jungkook’s voice was so soft and loving that it made you feel warm all over—or maybe that was the embarrassment. “And she’ll probably scold me later for saying all of this in the way that I am.” You were frozen, gaze on the stairs to the dais where the thrones and their occupants were resting. “She’s older than I thought,” The Queen said. “Are you sure you wouldn’t like to marry Princess Mala?” “I love y/n,” Jungkook said resolutely as you died a little more inside. You peeked up. The King looked amused while the Queen’s pinched lips wore a frown. “But a marriage to Princess Mala would help the Kingdom.” “Our kingdom is secure, and will be helped with whatever marriage Hoseok-hyung makes. There is something to be said for a wife that can help me help our people.” “And you think that a princess cannot do that, but this nobody can?” “Mother,” Hoseok protested, surprise in his voice. “My dear, she’s hardly nobody. Prince Taehyung and his family wrote us specifically regarding her.” You felt queasy. “Just because of their peculiar regard for her, I am to believe that she will be good for the kingdom?” “Your majesties?” You spoke up, uncertain of what you would say, but needing to say it all the same. “Yes, you have something you wish to say?” The King’s voice was gentle. You looked at Jungkook, who looked frustrated and upset, then back to the King and Queen. “It is true. I do not have the riches, nor the promised peace a union with his highness and a princess would bring. I cannot offer anything in that regard. I can only offer what I do have. I was taught well beyond what normal education is for both women and noblemen. I was taught first because my mother would not have me be a victim to ignorance, then because I was to teach the young princess of my home kingdom. My brain, and my heart are the only things I can offer your kingdom. I would use them to help your son and to try and help your kingdom thrive a prosper within my ability. A princess may know how to do these things, perhaps even better than I. But a kingdom prospers even more when their royals are happy. To be happily married is a privilege many royals would not dream of having.” You couldn’t think of what to say next and looked back up at Jungkook. He was gazing at you with so much warmth and love, that you felt yourself relaxing a little. “I will not lie to you, I did not think I could love him when we first met. But I do now. And I would not have dared to come here, unless he and his highness, Prince Hoseok, had not assured me that I…” You blinked, throat closing on you as you tried to think of the proper words. Jungkook’s hand rested lightly on your back. You closed your eyes as the words ran dry. “You may make the arrangements for the wedding,” The King said. “My dear!” “No, I am convinced. She is correct. Look how the kingdom to the east withered with that arranged marriage, let our boy be happy, let this woman help him improve the conditions for our people. We always brought the kingdom more prosperity by working together, did we not? Let them marry. Hoseok will have to settle down eventually and he’s likely to give us a strategic marriage. We’re at peace with four of our neighboring countries. Times are good.” You looked up in astonishment. Jungkook grinned. “Thank you, father.” His mother’s nose crinkled. “Fine. But if there are any issues, don’t complain to me. And I want her to go through extra ettiquette training.” “I’m sure she’ll pass the training just fine,” hoseok said. You dropped a curtsy before you were practically dragged out of the room by Jungkook. He led you down some back halls and to a private room after a flight of stairs. You looked up at him. “Your father had no protestations, but you never mentioned your mother.” You hit his arm. He kissed you on the lips, firm and sweet and full of relief and happiness. “Because I knew that father would reason with her. She’ll come round once she realizes how perfect you are for me.” “We’re getting married,” You whispered. He nodded with a big smile. “And we’ll live happily together. Yes?” “We’ll try,” You agreed, kissing him. Your prince. There was still much to do, and many trials to go through, but you knew that he wouldn’t ever let you go now. “I love you.” He kissed your forehead. “I love you, my princess.”

—–

Part 3 

Masterlist ~ Jungkook Masterpost

[dummythiccisheretowrite]

school headcanons with the boyz

whoa, I actually got this done 

Sorry this sucks and is riddled with lots of mistakes lmao

Joe

(I don’t know how to make the text bigger, trust me I’ve tried to fix it but I’m old and don’t understand internet things.)

Studying:

I feel like he’s the type to need music when studying and even goes as far as having a “studying playlist.” It’s mostly filled with normal songs.

“Are you listening to a country roads and toxic by Britney Spears remix???”

“Yeah, and what about it?”

Speaking of his phone, he’ll get really distracted and go on it every five seconds to send you a meme.

He’ll also try and sneakily take really zoomed in pictures of you when you’re busy “being a good, model student.” He thinks he’s good at hiding what he’s doing but he keeps giving it away by laughing and giggling. 

Joe will also do anything to make you laugh and smile, he’ll make really stupid puns and jokes that are related to whatever topic you’re studying. You’ll roll your eyes and shove his shoulder and say he’s an idiot but you’re unable to wipe the grin from your face. 

At school:

Chaotic drama kid™️                                                 Will absolutely force you to join the school’s drama class with him and he’s the most dramatic one there. He’ll audition for every single role in a play or musical, even roles like “tree #1″ or “peasant.” He just loves acting and will do any role he can get his hands on.

Also, whenever he lands a role he’ll burst into whatever class you’re taking and yell, at the top of his lungs might I add, “I GOT IT!!!” All your teachers hate him and won’t hesitate to kick him out.

You guys eat lunch everyday together, in the cafeteria when it’s cold out and outside when it’s warm. Despite bringing a backpack full of snacks (“backpacks were invented to be filled with snacks, y/n” “what about schoolwork?” “........uh”) he’ll still try and steal some of your lunch.

Usually, he’ll put it right back because you’ll have fruit or vegetables and he’ll pretend to gag and throw up. “What on Earth is that????” “......a carrot??” “disgusting” 

Gwilly boy 

Studying:

Very, very good at focusing when he’s studying. Like almost too good at it. Your brain will be fried and you’ll be spinning in a chair at your desk and asking him if you guys can “please take a break.” He’ll shush you and say “one second” and it’ll be minutes later and you’ll ask again and again he’ll say “just a second” and it’ll literally take an hour for him to finally stop studying for a bit and take a break with you.

He’s the type of person to genuinely kinda like homework and he absolutely loves learning. He also loves Shakespeare and will physically gasp and go all “eXcUsE mE???” when you ask him “what’s so interesting about some old, dead, white guy?”

As much as you hate studying and doing homework it’s actually kinda nice and peaceful with him, it’ll be raining outside and you both will have hot mugs of tea and he’ll be reading while you’re doing equations. Also, If you ever need help he’ll totally be willing and help go over the problems with you. 

At school: 

All the teachers love him, he’s very respectful and kind to all of them and always pays attention. He’s also never afraid to ask questions and knows you might be too shy to do so and if you’re lost but don’t want to ask anything he’ll ask the teacher himself after class. Is always willing to help you in general, although he might tease a little first. You know he’d never mean to hurt your feelings and he’s always just kidding.

Also, will 100% audition for roles in plays especially if they’re like remakes of Othello or Hamlet. He really does have a weird obsession with Shakespeare but don’t we all have weird obsessions with old men? (Looking at all ya’ll who say you’d f*ck current Brian and Roger.)

You’ll attend all the plays he’s in and after it’s over he’ll run over to you and start going on and on about how fun it was and he’ll ask if you enjoyed it. Your heart melts a little to see him so happy and passionate. 

Ben!!! :D 

Studying:

Tends to get a bit frustrated, he’s very smart and works really hard to get good grades but sometimes he just doesn’t get what the homework/teachers asking him to do. It takes a bit but as your relationship progresses he gets less insecure and will ask for help.

Hates studying and will spend a good couple hours getting lots of work done but after a bit you’ll look up to see how he’s doing and he’s fallen asleep. Mostly will fall asleep on his bed but sometimes he’ll actually fall asleep at his desk and you’ve gotta wake him up and tell him to go lie down.

The first couple of times he fell asleep you tried to wake him up and tell him you two had to keep studying. He simply rolled over, grabbed a pillow and chucked it at your face... So you know better now  

At school: 

Whenever it’s lunch time and you’re sitting together he’ll always try to steal snacks. He won’t even hide it when he takes a bag of pretzels from your lunch bag with a grin, you’ll pretend to be annoyed and heave a sigh but in reality you don’t actually mind that much. He also has a bad tendency to forget to pack and bring a lunch so you’ve started packing some extra snacks anyway. Do you not mind more because you’re together or because he, himself, is a snack? You tell me. 

Will also be on the school’s football team and will force you to come to every game and practice thing he has. You might have no idea what’s going on but you’re still hella supportive and happy for him. 

Oh, @rogerina-is-hotter-than-me wanted to be tagged in this so here you go. Thx for being really nice and making me that movie poster thing :D -dummy thicc anon 

[kpopkrappykraftbin]

This is part 2 to my Vampire! Jun series and is the final

So OG this was gonna just be an edit but as I’ve said before, I’m extra so let’s get this angsty vampire! jun bullet list started

It’s pretty fluffy but ends very angsty (also kinda long)

Warning: Character death (not of old age)

Masterlist

- You and Jun had met at a company party

- You hadn’t really wanted to go but the company had made it mandatory to impress the bigwigs

- You were standing a few feet away from the food table trying to avoid your slightly tipsy co workers when Mr. Handsome caught your eye

- He also looked like he didn’t want to be there. He was bored but the emotion seemed more intense than suited the mediocre party

- Because you were staring too long he eventually looked back at you

- He smirked half heartedly at you before picking a few toothpicks of hors d’ oeuvres to put on his plate and approaching you

- He leaned against the wall next to you and you pretended to not notice his presence

- “You look like you’re enjoying this party as much as I am.”

- You turned your head towards him

- He seemed to take pleasure in your somewhat childish action in refusing to have any fun

- “I’d much rather be at home or doing something productive around less...” you looked at your rowdy coworkers, “people.” you cleared your throat

- “Aren’t these your turbulent years? Parties, energy, bad decisions, all that jazz, you should be in on it” he joked

- “Well then what about you? You don’t look old, yourself. Why don’t you have a good dose of intoxication?”

-“I already am,” he paused looking into your eyes at an uncomfortably close proximity for strangers, “by you” he broke out into an open mouthed laugh

- you snorted. the handsome stranger was most definitely a joke

- “Also it’d be looked down upon if one of the heads of the company got wasted at the annual get together.” He continued he said nonchalantly

- he was also apparently your boss

- “I’m Wen Junhui, in charge of this particular countries branches” he smirked devilishly at you, “nice to meet you...” he waited for you to supply your name

- “Y/N.” you blushed your title wasn’t nearly important enough to mention

- “HR department?”

- “Yes sir.”

- “There’s the fake polite social service voice” he chuckled

- You looked down feeling awkward he had called you out for faking politeness

- “I liked it better when you looked at me like I was a nice meal rather than a weapon of mass destruction, Y/N, you can call me Jun. And do me a favor and forget my title. I’m just here for the snacks.” he emphasized by putting a whole meatball on a stick in his mouth and smiling tight lipped at you

- absolutely cheeky

- you took that as incentive to bite into your own snacks, though out of the corner of your eye you could swear you saw Jun shudder as he swallowed

- maybe you should stay away from the meatballs

- after that conversation flowed a lot more smoothly

- Jun hailed you a cab at the end of the night and bid you farewell

- You wondered if you should have tried to get his number

- The next day you received an email from Jun’s work email

- Meeting at 2 o’clock sharp in the break room -J

- Of course you showed up

- And Jun was there in a nice button up and slacks sitting at the small break room table

- You stood in the doorway confused as to why you were the only one there besides Jun

- “Have you ever tried chocolate filled rasberries? They’re delicious.” He insisted holding a small box of them out to you

- You took one with a small thanks popping the small fruit into your mouth

- “You know typically a meeting would have more than just two people. What could a figure head like you want with the HR lady?”

- He turned his gaze away from you looking slightly abashed, though he didn’t have the decency to blush

- “A date maybe?” he said looking at you from the corner of his eye

- You were surprised Mr. Handsome had even wanted to talk to  you again let alone see you on a personal basis

- “No offense, but this date sucks.”

- He looked at you wide eyed and sputtering

- “I guess that means you’ll have to take me on another one.” you finished

- Jun let out a short laugh

- “I guess so.”

- For you two the rest was history date after date

- Some extravagant

- Some at his house with take out and a movie

- If you had to pick something you didn’t like about Jun though, it would be his tiny appetite, he never seemed to actually eat any of his food, just push it around

- That’s why he never let you touch the kitchen

- “There’s no need for you to waste time in the kitchen making something I’ll barely eat only to have you get mad at me and ignore me for a week, when I can just keep you in my arms and have food delivered.”

- Or maybe the fact that he was always cold

- Cuddling in the summer with him was a dream

- In the winter-- a nightmare

- It wasn’t until after a year of dating that you found out why

- It was Jun’s birthday and you were determined to make him a cake

- And gosh darn it he was gonna eat it

- You had decided to make it at his place as he said he had gone off with some friends for something or another

- You opened his apartment with your spare key to let yourself in

- after reading the directions on the box a couple of times (though it seemed it should be easy enough to go through only once)

- You had gotten all the ingredients out except for the eggs

- Opening the refrigerator door you were surprised to say the least

- No eggs

- But plenty of bags of blood

- Which obviously even though being a vampire is a far fetch you’re like oh shit is Jun a vampire

- Then your rational mind tells you no, it’s gotta be something else

- So you’re just  stuck in the kitchen with the fridge door open, letting all the cold air out and panicking

- Jun has great timing, so this is of course, when he walks through the door

- You turn to face him slowly and see his face tense at your position

- “I can explain.”

- “What, that you robbed the local blood bank?” you asked near hysterics

- “Well... yes.” he said before shaking his head “but that’s not important. Y/N, there’s... something you need to know.”

- He reached slowly for your hand, never breaking eye contact with you

- You let him lead you away from the kitchen and onto the couch in the living room

- You both sat down Jun not letting go of your hands

- You sat still ramrod straight and sweating

- You didn’t know what he was going to tell you, but it couldn’t be good

- “There’s something you deserve to know. And... and I should have told you earlier but... I was scared.”

- “Jun, you’re scaring me.”

- “Please no,” he pleaded with you, eyes looking wet “Not me, never me. I would never give you any reason to be scared of me, Y/N. I love you so much. Never be scared of me.”

- His grip on your hands tightened slightly before relaxing again

- “The reason those blood bags are in there is because I need them. To live.” he elaborated

- “What?” was the most intelligent thing you could come up with at the moment

- “I,” he hesitated before closing his eyes shut tightly “I’m a vampire.”

- You literally could not comprehend the information being passed as true to you

- Jun opened one eye at a time looking at you nervously

- “Vampires aren’t real Jun”

- “They are,” he said gently, “You’ve been dating one for the past year,” he rubbed his thumbs over the backs of your hands, “and I’ve been one for the past one hundred.”

- It took a  bit more convincing and some of Jun having to try to calm you down but you did accept the truth

- It took you a few good days to process everything fully

- And another week to finally come to terms that your long term boyfriend could potentially live forever and that his favorite food was blood

- Jun was extremely patient with you throughout the whole process and gave you plenty of space

- “I know you probably don’t want me around right now but, I’m here when you want me. I won’t leave unless you ask me to.”

- After about a month you were able to become comfortable enough to start cuddling with him again

- And when you finally decided to kiss him

- The way he kissed back was like a starving man

- Practically has his hands on you all the time, never leaving you alone for longer than he absolutely has to

- When you asked him about it he claimed to be making up time

- That’s when you realized your time was limited with him

- You were going to keep aging and eventually die while Jun stayed paused in time

- When you brought it up to Jun it made him very depressed

- “I know”

- He must have thought about it before and you could tell that thinking about it now was nearly insufferable for him

- You didn’t bring up the topic of becoming a vampire with him immediately

- And when you did Jun seemed reluctant

- It was obviously a huge decision to make

- You two decided to wait another two years before deciding

- In the mean time he would tell you everything he could about vampirism

- After nearly all the time was up everything was still going great and you couldn’t deny that you truly couldn’t imagine living without Jun

- Or how much the idea of making Jun live without you and imagining him alone physically made you sick

- Jun was coming back from a business trip the week from the set time

- You two had  planned an early retirement in a large home on the country side where you wouldn’t be disturbed and had plenty of space to get used to your new urges

- The house was huge and extravagant, you didn’t even want to think about how much money Jun had put in for it

- But he insisted that if it were going to be your new home, it needed to be the best

- You were on your way to the airport to pick Jun up, only a forty minute drive and you couldn’t wait to see him

- Jun had already landed and was waiting for you outside the terminal, his flight had landed early

- He was nervously thumbing at a small box kept safely in his pocket

- You were anxiously trying to make it through traffic

- You were bummed that you weren’t there to meet Jun at the gate and you were only becoming more late the closer you got to the airport

- You remember turning a corner and then darkness

- Jun was very nervous

-Something seemed wrong or was he just that anxious?

- He waited another twenty minutes for you

- He had expected you to be late but not this late

- He checked his watch again before being interrupted by his cellphone

- He dropped his bags and sprinted to curbside to get a taxi

- He rushed to the front desk before being told where you were

- When he stepped into your room the first thing that greeted him was the sound of your heart moniter

- You were alive but not awake

- If he was going to turn you, now would have to be the time, you were not in stable condition and who knows how  long you might actually last

- Even now, Jun wasn’t sure your body would be able to make the change; so much of you was broken

- He knelt down beside you ready to bite you, to save you

- But a doctor came in and Jun had to hastily retreat

- “You’re her emergency contact?”

- “Yes” Jun answered quickly hoping the faster he had this conversation the sooner the doctor would leave

- “Sir,  am so sorry.”

- Jun looked at him surprised

- “But her heart,” he began “It’s still beating. She’s still alive.” Jun began arguing adamantly

- “Yes her heart is fine but her... she’s not all there. The  trauma she suffered has caused her...” the doctor paused looking into Jun’s  desperate eyes before looking down at the ground. “She’s brain dead sir.”

- Jun stiffened, he couldn’t see anything and for a moment he forgot to breathe

- He couldn’t save you. He couldn’t fix this

- Bones: venom could heal, muscles: venom could heal but death of any tissue-- death was irreversible

- Jun wailed over your unresponsive body soaking your hospital gown in tears; the doctor left him to have some privacy

- Jun knew it was no use but he couldn’t stop, he had to try

- Through teary eyes he looked frantically at you before moving your hair from your neck

- He bit and bit but got no response, only blood staining his hands as the held you close still he couldn’t stop-- he needed to save you

- He finally stopped at seeing what he’d done to you

- Neck littered with punctures

- He had destroyed you

- And he couldn’t bring you back

- No matter how much he needed to

- He gently wiped you neck sticky with drying blood

- He sat back a bit looking at you, tears still constantly falling down his cheek and off his chin

- He sniffled as he dug his hand in his pocket to retrieve that small box he had been so nervous about earlier

- He opened it

- “I know I don’t deserve you. And that I let you down.” he paused trying to hold back a sob “but I was yours from the night I met you and” he looked away trying to pull himself away from the edge of screaming at the heavens or God or whoever took you away from him, “I always will be... So please let me call you mine.” he finished slipping the ring on your finger

- He bit onto his own fist again trying to hold back the waves of pain before getting op to get some bandages

- He carefully wrapped your neck delicately holding you close to him

- After he was done, the white looked nothing but innocent on your neck and blended in with the rest of your injuries you had gotten in the car accident

- With a final kiss placed longingly on your forehead he left

- The hospital tried to contact him multiple times as to what to do with your body, you couldn’t be on life support forever

- He never answered

- He couldn’t

- He couldn’t be the one to pull the final plug on your life

- Eventually they stopped calling

- Jun couldn’t get drunk, but he sure as hell tried

- Anything to stop the hurting

- Anything but forget you

- He could never do that to you

- He had finally moved into the house you two were meant to spend the rest of your unnaturally long lives together

- Most of the time he thinks about how happy you would have been

- He imagines your laugh and your smile and how it felt to have you next to him

- Perfect

- And how lucky he would have been to be yours forever

- But vampires aren’t lucky

- So he takes another sip of vodka from his glass and watches the trees from inside your now crumbling dream home

- He himself forgotten

[fanficimagery]

Imagine the world being overrun by the walking dead. Surviving in this new world is literal Hell on Earth, so imagine your surprise when you find a little girl all alone and doing her best to stay alive.

Gen Fic X Reader

Hours.. was as long as it took for power to be cut.

Days.. was as long as it took for humanity to be overrun.

And weeks.. was as long as it took for those left living to lose their minds and their morals.

Luckily for you, you had an Uncle who was a bit of a Doomsday prepper so you had a place to take shelter in, but unluckily for your Uncle.. he couldn't make it past the first week and a half. Sure he had shelter, food and weapons, but he didn't take into account  the sheer hostility of those who wanted what he had. So in the end, your Uncle lost his life and your soul splintered just a little bit when you had to take the lives of those who killed your only family.

You didn't like leaving the shelter of the bunker, especially since your Uncle had someone rig it up so that you had cool central air, but there were just some things that needed to be done. Because even though you had food to last a long while, you didn't have the means to take care of your pets as the Greene family not too far away from you did. So to pay back Mr. Greene for looking at Romulus and Remus when needed in the future, you helped out by trapping the living-dead and leaving them for Otis to find. While you preferred putting the dead down, the Greene's believed that they were merely sick. You didn't ask what they did with those captured and they never told.

Leaves crunching beneath your boots, you lightly whistle for Romulus and Remus to run ahead. The two highly trained German Shepard’s were rescued from the Police Station two towns ever, and the mutts were thankfully loyal and excellent at sniffing out the dead or living when close by.

As the two dogs trot ahead, sniffing the air, you hold your rifle in hand and keep an eye out on your surroundings just in case. Critters scatter, but seeing as the dogs have a job to do they don't give chase. But soon enough, Romulus and Remus freeze in their tracks. Their gaze is dead set on a little raised shack not too far in the distance and after a moment's pause, they're off racing towards it.

But instead of the growling and snarling, Romulus and Remus are yipping and barking excitedly. Rushing forward to see what they found since they don't attempt to crawl beneath the shack, you shoulder your weapon and cautiously get on hands and knees.

Then making sure there's enough space between you and the opening in case it's something not friendly underneath, you lower yourself down onto your belly.. and find a small pale face with silent tears streaming down her cheeks staring back.

"Oh my god," you mumble. You stare in shock, wondering what the hell a little girl is doing out in the middle of nowhere. "Little girl? Are you- are you okay? You can come out."

The dogs continue yipping and she flinches, curling into herself. "T-They're scary."

"They're harmless. Watch." Standing up, you take a few steps back. "Romulus. Remus. Come!" Snapping your fingers and giving a short whistle, the dogs cease their excitement and rush back to you. For their obedience, you offer them treats from your pockets that they happily snack on. "See? Harmless."

It takes a couple minutes, but the little girl eventually comes out. She's covered in dirt and leaves, and she quickly cleans herself off while warily eyeing the dogs in front of her.

"I'm Y/N," you say. "What's yours?"

Wide eyes glances up at you. "S-Sophia."

"That's a pretty name. You want to tell me why you're all alone out here Sophia? It's a scary world to be all by yourself."

Tears fill her eyes again. "I-I know. Walkers chased me away from my Mom. M-Mr. Grimes told me to hide, but a-another one came and I ran. I g-got lost!"

"So you have people looking for you, huh?" You smile kindly. "Are they nice people, Sophia?"

"Y-Yes..?" She frowns. "Mr. Grimes and Mr. Shane are police officers," she tells you. "They kept our camp safe, but the Walkers came at night when they were looking for Mr. Daryl's brother. People died, but Mr. Grimes and Mr. Shane are looking for a new place for all of us to stay."

"Well that's awfully kind of them. Do you want some help getting back? Romulus and Remus are great trackers. All they'd have to do is sniff you and then they can find your friends."

"They can?!" Her eyes widen in wonder, instead of fear this time. "Cool!"

Your heart aches for this child. She's still so innocent and soft, and you're grateful that you're the one to have found her rather than some other person. There was no telling what kind of person might've stumbled upon her and you're sure that Sophia would trust just about anybody if they said the right things. Luckily for her, you plan on actually reuniting her with her mother since her group actually has police officers in it.

Smiling at the girl, you step forward and offer her a hand up. "Come on, Sophia. I'm sure we can find your Mom before night falls." Sophia hesitantly takes your hand and the dogs immediately crowd her. She whimpers, but you shush her and tell her everything's fine and she calms down. But as she takes a step forward, you see her cringe and notice she's not putting her weight on one ankle. "You okay there, kid?"

"No," she mumbles. "I tripped and hurt my ankle really bad." 

At her grimace of pain, you sigh. There's really only one thing to do. "Here. Hop on." You remove your rifle from your back, holding it in hand and bending at the knees. You give her your back and wait patiently, she then hesitantly climbing onto your back. Then standing straight, you grin over your shoulder. "I won't be able to search for your Mom with you on my back, so I'll drop you off at my place with Romulus and go searching. Sound good?"

"I- I,"

"I promise, kid, nothing will happen to you. My place is very secure and Romulus is an excellent watch dog. I'll take Remus with me and we'll find your group to bring them to you."

"If you think that's best.."

"It is."

No more is said and after making sure Sophia is settled properly on your back, you gesture for Romulus and Remus to scout ahead. You keep your rifle in hand and ready to fire at a moment's notice, and follow your pets back on home.

At the bunker, Sophia is in awe of having to go underground. Again. So as you're unlocking the place, she mentions the CDC and how the last remaining Doctor was off his rocker and blew the place up. She and her group had barely made it out alive, but they did and they were searching for a new location to settle down when they got stuck on the highway and were surprised by hundreds of Walkers.

Once inside she happily praises the cool air and you set her down on one of the couches.

"I suggest you bathe first before hitting up the kitchen for some food," you say. "And I only suggest a bath first because I need your dirty shirt for Remus to sniff so he can find your Mom."

"Okay." 

"That and you kind of stink." You wrinkle your nose, fanning the air in front of your face, but crack up a second later and Sophia giggles.

You then help Sophia into one of the bathrooms before seeking out a towel and some clothes that will do for now, dropping them off outside the door and wait for her to finish up. She later finds you in the kitchen and you give her a bottled water and some canned fruit.

She sheepishly hands over her dirty shirt and you take it to cram in your back pocket. "Okay," you say. "This place is rigged with power through and through, but keep the usage down to a minimum, please. There's a TV and a VCR in the main room, so just this once I'll let you watch a movie of your choosing as I go looking for your Mom. No one other than me can get in from the outside and since I'm the only person who knows of this bunker's location, you don't have to worry about any surprise visitors."

"How long do you think it'll take you?"

You shrug. "The highway you mentioned isn't that far from here and if your group hasn't moved on, it should only take about an hour or so. Do you, um, do you have something- a word or a phrase- that your Mom will recognize in case they think I'm lying to them? And what's her name, by the way?"

Sophia's lips purse in thought before you see her eyes light up. "Yeah. Tell her I said, all is aces. She'll understand. Her name is Carol."

"Sounds good. I'll be back soon, kid."

She smiles before tucking into her offered food items, picking it up and carrying it to the main room. Romulus follows after her before laying down at her feet and you whistle for Remus to follow. Once outside, you lock up the place and pull free Sophia's shirt from your pocket. Then getting Remus' attention, you let him take a whiff of the scent before pocketing the shirt once more and jogging after him.

It takes a while, but you eventually stumble upon the highway. There's a clutter of vehicles and fresh kills of the dead, but your gaze it set further up ahead. A man stands tall upon a parked RV and below is a small gathered group. 

"Well, Remus, I guess we found them." 

Remus quietly woofs, his tail wagging back and forth. Knowing full well that they might react badly if you walk up to them with a weapon in hand, you shoulder it once more and hold your hands up by your head to show them you're not armed. Then taking a deep breath, you start walking and pray they're not a shoot first, ask questions later bunch.

You're halfway there when they finally take notice, the man with the binoculars hollering down at the rest of them. Everyone panics and weapons are raised, and you hesitate in your steps but keep on.

"I'm not looking for trouble," you shout, hands still raised. "I'm just looking for someone. She might be part of this group." Remus woofs and rushes forward, and half the weapons are immediately aimed at him. "No. Don't! He won't attack."

The dog rushes to a thin woman with gray hair, he jumping once up on her before planting himself at her feet.

"What the hell?" A blonde woman exclaims.

As you get closer, you smile sheepishly. "Sorry about him. We were looking for someone with a specific scent and he found it on her. Carol, I presume?" You then ask the woman.

She pales and everyone around her fidgets uncomfortably. "H-How do you know my name? I've never seen you before."

"Sophia sent me," you say and just like that, all weapons are back on you. "Hey. Hey! I'm not the bag guy here, people. All I did was find a lost little girl. I talked to her some and I figured I'd reunite her with her Mom when she told me a bit about y'all."

"And how do we know this ain't some type of trick?" A man asks. His dark eyes glare at you and you shiver at the anger you see there.

"Uh. All is aces," you say. "She told me to you tell you all is aces."

Carol starts crying then, but the smile she's sporting seems to calm everyone. "My baby is okay. She's really okay."

It takes Carol a minute to reassure everyone that the phrase was sort of a code between them, and that particular phrase meant she really was okay and that whoever you were was okay too.

The man atop the RV comes down, a kind older gentleman. "If you don't mind me asking, why isn't Sophia with you?"

"She sprained her ankle," you tell them. "I didn't want her to aggravate it further, so I left her at my place with some food and Romulus- Remus' twin." At their confused expressions, you gesture to Remus still sitting at Carol's feet. "I'm pretty sure that right about now he conned her into playing fetch."

A few of the group smile, but others still seem hesitant. Two more men emerge from the woods, Daryl and Rick, and then introductions are had all around when the group tells them that you found Sophia.

"Look," you sigh. "I promise this isn't some sort of trick. If you'll follow me, I'll bring you to Sophia. She's happily eating and either playing with Romulus or watching a movie. My bunker is equipped to keep her safe and content."

Shane and Daryl are still a little wary of you, so to make them happier you hand over your rifle to Rick- the only one who seemed like he had his head on straight. Then once everyone is satisfied, you start the walk back to your place. Remus is once again leading, but Daryl is right by his side with his bow held high and ready to fire. The walk is quiet and more faster this time, and you come upon the bunker far quicker.

You go about opening the door, gesturing Remus inside who's only too happy to rush inside. The others hesitantly follow, but Carol's quick to enter when you gesture her in.

"Sophia should be around here somewhere." You follow the noise of the TV and sure enough, Sophia's there watching Snow White.

"My baby," Carol sobs. Sophia whirls around, eyes wide before launching herself off the couch. She lunges for her mother and hugs her tightly, and you watch the reunion with a happy expression on your face.

Noticing that the others aren't behind you, you go in search for them. They're all inside now, door shut firmly behind them as they stare around in awe.

"How..?" Rick asks. "How do you have power?"

"Honestly? I don't know. My uncle was a bit off his rocker and figured the end of the world was coming soon. He was prepared for something like this, but what he wasn't prepared for was that people would lose their sense of humanity and kill for what he had."

Glenn stares at you in disbelief. "He was killed? Recently?!"

You smile sadly. "Yeah. And the really messed up thing is that he offered to share the bunker with them. He built numerous rooms for a reason, but the two men who killed him were greedy. They wanted the entire place and food for themselves."

"N-Numerous rooms?" Lori asks, clutching her son Carl.

"Yeah." You see a couple envious expressions, but most are hopeful as they glance between you and Rick. You sigh. "Look. I don't normally seek out groups of people because I know how cruel some can be now, but I went looking for you because Sophia seemed like a good kid and the way she described some of you.. well I had a gut feeling that you were a good bunch. So with that being said.. I'd be willing to let you guys stay here as long as you follow some rules."

"Yeah? And what would that be?" Shane scoffs.

"Clean up after yourselves and use as little power as possible. The TV can be used once in a while, but not everyday. There's only cool water for showering and when you exit a room, I'd appreciate you turning off the lights as you go."

"That's it?" Glenn asks.

"Yeah. Well, that and any volunteers to walk a perimeter I set up around the outside to clear off any walking dead would be much appreciated. Other than that, you guys are more than welcome."

Rick and Shane seem to have quite the heated conversation about staying underground again, but it's Lori who backs up her husband Rick and swings the vote into staying. The entire group seems to be relieved and you clear your throat to gather their attention when you realize they're going to stay.

"If you'll follow me, I'll show you around. Please leave shoes at the door as to not track in dirt and call dibs when you see a room you want."

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The Scientific Reason You’re A Picky Eater

For SELF, by Amy Marturana.

We all know a picky eater or two. Maybe you have that one friend who refuses to step foot in a sushi restaurant even though she’s never tried it. Or the one who turns her nose up at the mention of anything green. Maybe you’re the picky eater, avoiding culinary adventures at all costs, because you’re convinced you’ll hate whatever new and gross-looking food is put on your plate.

But why is it that some people are picky eaters when others are willing to try pretty much anything that’s edible? (Seriously, people eat bugs these days. The limit does not exist.) Turns out, there’s no single explanation for your picky eating habits, but rather, experts suggest a combo of genetics and environment are to blame.

Picky eaters are typically unwilling to try new foods, which can be the result of your DNA and your upbringing.

Marcia Pelchat, Ph.D., a researcher at the Monell Chemical Senses Center in Philadelphia who specializes in food preferences in humans, tells SELF, “A group in Finland looked at what we call food neophobia, which literally means ‘fear of the new,’ and they found that there is some genetic basis for this.” But neophobia can be greatly influenced by your surroundings, too. “If you have parents who don’t really like to try anything new, you will also be exposed to fewer new foods,” Pelchat says. The opposite is also true: Those who try new foods and have positive experiences are then more likely to try unfamiliar foods in the future.

Beyond fear, there’s the fact that different compounds in foods can smell and taste different to different people. One good example is cilantro, which some people love, and others find unbearably soapy—some people actually have a gene that makes them sensitive to a certain component in the herb. Preferences like this can also make some people seem pickier than others.

People who are less adventurous may be more hesitant to try new foods.

Trying anything new, food included, requires you to step outside of your comfort zone. If you’re not very adventurous, you may have a tough time with this. People who seek new adventures or thrills might be more likely to experiment with food.

“There is a thrill-seeking personality trait,’” Pelchat says. “It’s been shown, especially with spicy food, that there is some correlation with [trying new foods] and thrill seeking,” she explains. Some experts suggest there’s not much of a connection, though, since it’s tough to determine what truly makes someone thrill-seeking. A difference in personality traits helps explain why siblings raised with the same food experiences may end up on different sides of the pickiness scale.

Most adult picky eaters start as child picky eaters.

“It’s normal for children to go through a picky stage when they’re toddlers, maybe two or three years old, and that makes sense evolutionarily,” Pelchat says. (When our primitive ancestors first tried new foods, they had to be cautious to avoid being poisoned.) But as we get older, if we continue to avoid new foods, pickiness can persist.

When we talk about a true picky eater, we’re talking about someone who avoids certain foods or groups of foods. “Sometimes people say they’re picky and what they mean is they’re selective or a gourmet so they won’t eat Raisinettes, which have a plastic or waxy chocolate on them, for example. That’s not what we’re talking about,” Pelchat explains. “We’re taking about people who eat an unusually restricted range of foods.”

Sometimes that means avoiding a few specific foods, and other times, it means avoiding entire categories of foods, like fruits or veggies. Or condiments. Texture is also very important to picky eaters, says Pelchat. “[Picky eaters] are very sensitive to things like gelatinousness and cartilage.”

Sometimes, picky eating can be so extreme that it’s considered an eating disorder called avoidant/restrictive food intake disorder (ARFID). Picky eating may be ARFID if it causes other problems, such as significant weight loss, nutritional deficiency (like anemia), or problems in relationships or the workplace, according to the National Eating Disorder Association.

For those who are simply picky, certain social situations can cause anxiety.

Like cocktail parties, with all those passed hors d’oeuvres full of mystery ingredients. “Adult picky eaters have trouble going to business lunches or someone’s house for the weekend,” Pelchat adds. “They’re often sort of embarrassed to admit that they eat like a child, so they will just say ‘I’m not very hungry, my stomach’s upset, I had a late lunch,’ ” she explains.

Picky eaters also typically travel with snacks, and are very brand loyal. “Once they find something that doesn’t disgust them, they stick with that,” Pelchat says.

Your taste buds can change over time, but that requires taking a chance on new foods.

No one just wakes up on their 30th birthday suddenly liking broccoli. You have to eat it, and eat it, and eventually, you may start to like it. It may take a new cooking method, or just the right type of seasoning. And you just may never like broccoli, no matter how hard you try. As long as your diet is healthy overall and you’re getting enough vegetables from other sources, that’s fine.

But to even have a shot at being less picky, you definitely have to be committed. “The most common reason for wanting to change is social,” Pelchat says. Expanding your eating horizons can make everything from date night to a vacation easier and more enjoyable.

If you’re feeling anxious about it, a psychologist can help, though it can be challenging to find a specialist unless you live in a major metropolitan area. “It’s not a widely studied discipline yet,” says Pelchat. Talk with your doctor or therapist about what’s going on, and they can help you find the right resource.

Treatment involves systematic desensitization, so slowly introducing new foods into your diet until they become familiar and welcome. If you’re highly motivated, you can try to overcome this fear on your own. Start small — one new fruit or veggie at a time — and work your way up to more adventurous things when you’re ready. If you never are? That’s fine too. Eating chicken legs or fried grasshoppers certainly isn’t for everyone.

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The Scientific Reason You’re A Picky Eater

For SELF, by Amy Marturana.

We all know a picky eater or two. Maybe you have that one friend who refuses to step foot in a sushi restaurant even though she’s never tried it. Or the one who turns her nose up at the mention of anything green. Maybe you’re the picky eater, avoiding culinary adventures at all costs, because you’re convinced you’ll hate whatever new and gross-looking food is put on your plate.

But why is it that some people are picky eaters when others are willing to try pretty much anything that’s edible? (Seriously, people eat bugs these days. The limit does not exist.) Turns out, there’s no single explanation for your picky eating habits, but rather, experts suggest a combo of genetics and environment are to blame.

Picky eaters are typically unwilling to try new foods, which can be the result of your DNA and your upbringing.

Marcia Pelchat, Ph.D., a researcher at the Monell Chemical Senses Center in Philadelphia who specializes in food preferences in humans, tells SELF, “A group in Finland looked at what we call food neophobia, which literally means ‘fear of the new,’ and they found that there is some genetic basis for this.” But neophobia can be greatly influenced by your surroundings, too. “If you have parents who don’t really like to try anything new, you will also be exposed to fewer new foods,” Pelchat says. The opposite is also true: Those who try new foods and have positive experiences are then more likely to try unfamiliar foods in the future.

Beyond fear, there’s the fact that different compounds in foods can smell and taste different to different people. One good example is cilantro, which some people love, and others find unbearably soapy—some people actually have a gene that makes them sensitive to a certain component in the herb. Preferences like this can also make some people seem pickier than others.

People who are less adventurous may be more hesitant to try new foods.

Trying anything new, food included, requires you to step outside of your comfort zone. If you’re not very adventurous, you may have a tough time with this. People who seek new adventures or thrills might be more likely to experiment with food.

“There is a thrill-seeking personality trait,’” Pelchat says. “It’s been shown, especially with spicy food, that there is some correlation with [trying new foods] and thrill seeking,” she explains. Some experts suggest there’s not much of a connection, though, since it’s tough to determine what truly makes someone thrill-seeking. A difference in personality traits helps explain why siblings raised with the same food experiences may end up on different sides of the pickiness scale.

Most adult picky eaters start as child picky eaters.

“It’s normal for children to go through a picky stage when they’re toddlers, maybe two or three years old, and that makes sense evolutionarily,” Pelchat says. (When our primitive ancestors first tried new foods, they had to be cautious to avoid being poisoned.) But as we get older, if we continue to avoid new foods, pickiness can persist.

When we talk about a true picky eater, we’re talking about someone who avoids certain foods or groups of foods. “Sometimes people say they’re picky and what they mean is they’re selective or a gourmet so they won’t eat Raisinettes, which have a plastic or waxy chocolate on them, for example. That’s not what we’re talking about,” Pelchat explains. “We’re taking about people who eat an unusually restricted range of foods.”

Sometimes that means avoiding a few specific foods, and other times, it means avoiding entire categories of foods, like fruits or veggies. Or condiments. Texture is also very important to picky eaters, says Pelchat. “[Picky eaters] are very sensitive to things like gelatinousness and cartilage.”

Sometimes, picky eating can be so extreme that it’s considered an eating disorder called avoidant/restrictive food intake disorder (ARFID). Picky eating may be ARFID if it causes other problems, such as significant weight loss, nutritional deficiency (like anemia), or problems in relationships or the workplace, according to the National Eating Disorder Association.

For those who are simply picky, certain social situations can cause anxiety.

Like cocktail parties, with all those passed hors d’oeuvres full of mystery ingredients. “Adult picky eaters have trouble going to business lunches or someone’s house for the weekend,” Pelchat adds. “They’re often sort of embarrassed to admit that they eat like a child, so they will just say ‘I’m not very hungry, my stomach’s upset, I had a late lunch,’ ” she explains.

Picky eaters also typically travel with snacks, and are very brand loyal. “Once they find something that doesn’t disgust them, they stick with that,” Pelchat says.

Your taste buds can change over time, but that requires taking a chance on new foods.

No one just wakes up on their 30th birthday suddenly liking broccoli. You have to eat it, and eat it, and eventually, you may start to like it. It may take a new cooking method, or just the right type of seasoning. And you just may never like broccoli, no matter how hard you try. As long as your diet is healthy overall and you’re getting enough vegetables from other sources, that’s fine.

But to even have a shot at being less picky, you definitely have to be committed. “The most common reason for wanting to change is social,” Pelchat says. Expanding your eating horizons can make everything from date night to a vacation easier and more enjoyable.

If you’re feeling anxious about it, a psychologist can help, though it can be challenging to find a specialist unless you live in a major metropolitan area. “It’s not a widely studied discipline yet,” says Pelchat. Talk with your doctor or therapist about what’s going on, and they can help you find the right resource.

Treatment involves systematic desensitization, so slowly introducing new foods into your diet until they become familiar and welcome. If you’re highly motivated, you can try to overcome this fear on your own. Start small — one new fruit or veggie at a time — and work your way up to more adventurous things when you’re ready. If you never are? That’s fine too. Eating chicken legs or fried grasshoppers certainly isn’t for everyone.

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