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mxchellesworld · 4 years ago

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Get with me

spencer reid x reader

synopsis; in which you get two sets of news and a happy ending

warnings; mentions of cheating, pregnancy scares, smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink (im sorry lmao), praise

pt 2 of ysbuwybf

a/n; patting myself on the back for not bailing on fic requests lmaoo anyways yall were so outa pocket with ideas, all i wanna say is that i am respecting our sweet prince anderson and letting him down gently (i’m writing this before the fic so i could completely switch it up) see end notes for final thoughts :)

hope you enjoy!

*also pls don’t cheat its so icky and a horrible thing to do

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If your suspicions were correct you were fucked. Part of you would be ecstatic no doubt about it. But if things were true then you were utterly surly fucked.

Your period was late.

Which meant either one; your birth control was acting up or two; you were pregnant.

However being pregnant wasn’t a bad thing, far from it. The bad thing was that there were two candidates in the running to be the father. Your boyfriend, Agent Anderson who was nothing but a sweetheart even though he was about as exciting as a wet paper bag.

Or Dr.Spencer Reid. Your best friend who you had also been sleeping with outside of your relationship. The best man you’d ever known who was also aching to become a father some day.

For a week you had been avoiding both of them in the office. Unfortunately for you there were no cases. While yes a lack of serial killing was always a plus it also meant you were stuck in the same building as them for give or take eight hours a day.

For days on end you stuck in your earbuds and kept your head down while doing paperwork trying to ignore both sets of eyes which would look over to you every once in a while.

Were you even pregnant, was the biggest question. So you had decided that it was time to get your shit together. At lunch on Monday you had made a quick doctors appointment and went on your way. The little old nurse had told you she would call you in a few days with results.

In that time you had gone over every possible scenario or possibility. Who would you tell first? How would you even bring it up? Would Anderson hate you for cheating? Would Spencer be upset that the baby isn’t his? It would be like another JJ situation for him.

The thoughts plagued your mind throughout the week and the more you thought about it the more you thought about who you would have preferred to be the father of your child. Which then led to the guilt of picking and the realization that you in fact would have to break up with Anderson.

If the child did end up being his you would have to make it work, however you knew it was time to come clean and apologize for going behind his back. He deserved to know the truth.

Deep in your thoughts you barley heard your phone ringing. It was now Friday and you weren’t expecting any other calls besides the one from your doctor. You looked around and made sure no one was paying attention before you clicked the green button.

“Hello?”

You heard the voice of the nurse on the line, she sounded almost sad, “Hello am I speaking with Y/n Y/l/n?”

“Yeah this is her,” you said dryly. Your nerves were eating at you.

“Oh sweetie I’m calling with the results of your test. It turns out that you are not pregnant at this time honey.”

You let out the breath you didn’t realize you held in. It felt as is a weight was lifted off your shoulders.

“Oh, um thank you for informing me,” you said looking down at your nails.

“Of course. If you have anymore questions you can call back at this number or come in and set up another appointment. Have a good rest of your day.”

With that the line cut off and you fell back into your chair. Your hand subtly moved onto your stomach. Huh. You didn’t think that would be as hard to hear.

“Y/n?” a voice called from behind you.

“Oh hey Andy. Whats up?” you said putting a smile on your face.

He combed a hand through his hair before he sat at the corner of your desk, “I’ve been meaning to talk to you and I think it’s best if I say it clearly and honestly.”

Your brows furrowed. Oh shit did he already know? You had to stay calm.

“Yeah go ahead.”

“I think we should break up. It’s not you, I think we’re just missing a spark. At first it was fun but I don’t think this is gonna work anymore.”

Pot meet kettle, you thought.

“Plus I think Charlotte from Cyber Crimes is into me so yeah,” he trailed off.

You bit your lip to try and hide the laugh you wanted to let out. This was an unseen turn of events. “Yeah I get it. But hey no hard feelings. Go for it with Lotte, she’s a total sweetheart.”

“Thanks Y/n/n,” he said leaning down to give you half hug then gingerly turned and walked away.

Behind you Spencer couldn’t help but listen to the whole interaction. Once he saw Anderson reach the elevator he got up and made his way over to your desk.

You looked up and saw the small smile on his face, “Is it party at Y/n’s desk today?” you asked causing him to giggle.

“I think the news I just heard calls for celebration in the best way we know don’t you think,” he said looking around the bullpen nodding his head towards the hallway which was home to the spacious supply closet.

You looked around and made sure no one was looking. Emily and JJ were gone in Garcia’s lair. Derek was gone visiting his mom and the dads of the BAU were in a meeting.

“Lead the way doctor,” you said standing getting up form your chair.

Once in the closet Spencer wasted no time in pressing his lips to yours. He sighed at the taste of your cherry chapstick. You put your hands on his face pulling him down but while you were savoring the taste of his lips your mind couldn’t help but go back.

You could have been a mom. Spencer felt your lips slow down instead of returning the passion and stepped away.

“What’s wrong?”

“There’s something I need to tell you,” you said looking up at him.

He tried to hide the look of worry on his features but you could see right through him as he nodded for you to continue.

“Well earlier this week I uh was supposed to start my period but I didn’t,”

“Y/n-” he tried to cut you off but you put your hand up for him to let you finish.

“I went to the doctors and got a test done. Before Anderson came over I got the call and I’m not. Which is good right? It saved everyone a world of hurt and drama. I don’t know I just thought you should know.”

“Did you wanna be?”

“What?”

“Pregnant,” he said gripping your hips and pulling you closer.

You felt your cheeks get hot at what he was insinuating, “Well- I- yeah. I mean yeah, yes.”

With that he brought his lips back down to yours. This time you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. One of his hands slid to the back of your skirt and pulled down the zipper. You let it slide down your legs and stepped out of it.

You sat on the table in the room, pushing off the bottles of cleaner. Spencer stepped into the space between your legs, his fingers reaching for your panties and tugging them down your legs.

“I can’t believe I get this tight little pussy all to myself now,” he said biting marks onto your neck. You mewled tilting your head to the side and pulling on his tie.

“Spencer please. I need you so bad,” you whined out.

He stepped away and hastily started on undoing his pants, “What do you want baby? Is it for me to fuck you? Or is that not enough? Do you need me to fill you up with my cum? Want me to put a baby in you?”

You moaned at his lewd words and quickly nodded your head. Your hand flew down to your pussy, you were practically dripping onto the table and he had barley touched you.

“Please doctor I need you so bad.”

Spencer quickly stepped into the space again and took both of your hands in one of his large ones, “I own this pussy. I always have, you don’t get to touch without my permission,” he gritted out.

With his free hand he tugged on his cock before aligning it with your leaking slit. The both of you sighed as he pushed in inch by inch. Your head feel back with your mouth open in a perfect O shape.

After a second of letting you adjust Spencer started with rough thrusts. You could feel your hair start sticking on your forehead from the heat of the room. Spencer’s lips were inches from yours, sharing the same breath.

“Fuck I’m gonna fill you up so good. Let everyone here know you’re mine.”

All you could do was nod and moan in approval. His grip on you was deadly but it was just adding onto the immense pleasure you were feeling. The way he was repeatedly hitting your gpot had your vision blurry with stars. You could also feel him pulsing inside you knowing he was close to his peak.

“You look so pretty like this sweetheart. So perfect around my cock.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist bringing him impossibly closer, “I want you to cum in me Spence. I need to feel it,” you mewled into his lips.

This motivated him to start drilling into you. At this point you were panting, aching to feel the sweet release. His hand dipped down to rub on your clit, he groaned at the slippery mess where you both met.

“Oh god Spence!”

A high pitched moan escaped your lips as he added on the extra pleasure. Soon enough you were squeeing around him, ready to milk him for all he was worth.

“That’s it baby. Keep doing that. I’m gonna stuff you with my cum y/n/n fuck,” he said drawing out the last syllable as he exploded inside you.

He stayed inside as you both caught your breathes, slowly thrusting trying to fill you to the brim.

He pulled out and looked for a roll of paper towels for you to clean up. Once that was done you helped each other tame your hair and outfits as you always did, with quiet and loving gazes.

“Do you think that one did the job?” you said with a smirk.

“Well statistically the pill contraceptive has a 7% failure rate so with my calculations there is a chance,” he said while smoothing down your hair.

“Thanks genius,” you said lightly punching his arm, “Lets get out of here. Together.”

“Together,” he said slinging an arm around your shoulders.

a/n; so guys what do we think. im not gonna lie i kinda hate it but i think it was a good ending for everyone. kinda feel bad anderson didn’t get the whole truth but the cheating is OVER! also what did we think of what pregnancy scare?? let me know lovies!!!

#Spencer Reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #Criminal Minds Fanfiction #criminal minds smut #criminal minds fic #mgg fanfiction #mgg x reader #mgg smut #matthew gray gubler fanfiction #matthew gray gubler smut #matthew gray gubler x reader #chellewrites

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thicccqueyoongimin · 4 years ago

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on the run | jeon jungkook

on the run | chapter 1

pairing: prince! jungkook x princess! reader (royalty au)

word count: 1.2k

warnings: none for this chapter

genre: fluff, slight angst, eventual +18

thunder clouds loom over the vast building that is the royal palace. cold rain slowly starts to fall to the ground. y/n lets her tears fall with the rain. she quietly weeps as she hears preparations being made downstairs. preparations for dinner with the neighboring kingdom, where she would ultimately meet the man she was forced to spend the rest of her life with. she pleaded with her mother and father to see reason. she wanted to marry someone she loved of course, but the welfare of the kingdom was more important than her silly wishes. she wished that her parents would have at least held a ball or something of the like where she could find a man that she could tolerate, but no, the kingdom of jeon had offered their one and only son. out of all her sisters, y/n’s parents chose her. y/n was still trying to figure out why. she was the youngest of five. two of her older sisters, alice and sapphire, were already married and gone. but her other two sisters, tallulah and juniper, were just as suitable and probably more willing than y/n. y/n was confused, sad and angry. she dried her tears quickly though, as someone lightly knocked on the door.

“come in” she said in a quiet voice.

it was juniper. y/n and juniper were the two youngest sisters and therefore, the closest. juniper knew that y/n was upset, and wanted to cheer her up before the big dinner.

“y/n, i was able to get a quick look at the prince! he is handsome!” juniper muses, rubbing the youngers’ shoulder gently. at this statement, y/n looked up at her sister with glossy eyes. she knew that juniper was trying to help but y/n didn’t care about if the prince was handsome or not. she wanted someone that shared her interests, hopes, and dreams. y/n smiles weakly at her older sister. juniper speaks once more, “dinner will be in an hour, the maids will be up here soon to get you ready”. y/n’s stomach drops as she realizes her fate will be sealed in a mere hour. juniper hugs y/n tightly and makes her way out of the room.

y/n cant take it anymore, she collapses onto her bed and buries her head in the fluffy feathered pillow. she decides right then and there that she won’t go through with this marriage. she needs to think of a plan, and quickly. her eyes wander to her window.

thats it! y/n runs across the room to her linen closet and gathers up all the sheets she can find. having her bedroom on the second floor was a blessing, as the descent out of her window would not be too far. she would definitely injure herself if she fell, but it was closer to the ground than the third and fourth floor.

after frantically tying as many sheets together as she could, y/n lowered the long white makeshift rope down to the ground. she gathered some extra clothes, food, and other necessities to bring with her on her journey. It was already evening, darkness had settled over the kingdom, painting the trees around the palace an eerie black and green color. she looks down into the darkness and swallows thickly. she had no idea where she was going to go, she had no plan, but she knew she wanted to marry someone for love, not for convenience. she could go into hiding in one of the villages and maybe meet a nice man one day.

with one end of the rope tied securely to her bedframe and the other end on the ground below outside, y/n started to climb out of the window. escaping in a big fluffy petticoat and dress was not easy, but it was necessary. the heavy outfit would keep her warm in the cool night air.

y/n’s arms begin to burn and shake but she won't give up as she slowly lowers herself to the ground. There were no guards to be seen, she had made sure of that before she started her descent, so naturally she was surprised to see a figure coming into sight as she neared the ground. Her stomach sank at the thought of being caught, how embarrassing. Her confusion doubles as she sees the man hide behind a bush… a thief? What could he possibly be hiding from? y/n decides to confront him as her feet hit stable ground. she would still be loyal and protect her kingdom, even if she was leaving.

“what do you think you’re doing” she says in a hushed voice, not wanting to alert the guards. the maids would be arriving to help y/n get ready soon and a search would be conducted when she was found absent from her bedroom. y/n needed to get out of the area quickly, but not without seeing what this thief was up to

“I know you're behind that bush, come out!” she says, irritation evident in her voice. Some leaves rustle and one of the most handsome men y/n has ever laid eyes upon stands before her. Dark chocolate colored hair and eyes compliment his tan skin, and he seems to be dressed too nicely to be a thief. He looks scared, his big starry eyes grow even bigger with fear as y/n steps toward him. He takes a step back.

“Who are you?” y/n asks, voice wavering slightly.

all is silent for a moment until the tall boy finally speaks up, “my name is jungkook… please don’t tell anyone you saw me… im just trying to get out of here.”

y/n feels her heart soften, the boy doesn’t look like he’d cause any harm. despite knowing who this boy is, she feels an overwhelming sense to trust him. she glances up at the window she just escaped from and sees that the window right next to hers has a rope hanging from it as well.

“you’re trying to escape from the castle?” she whispers. jungkook nods bashfully and says, “im from a neighboring kingdom, my parents are forcing me to marry one of the princesses of this kingdom, and i just can’t go through with it, i want to marry someone that i love.”

y/n’s breath stops for a moment… this was the prince she was supposed to marry. he was trying to escape for the exact same reason that she was! she decides not to share this information with him as she grabs his hand.

“let’s get out of here then, jungkook”

#bangtaninn #royaltyau #jungkook #xreader #prince jungkook #jungkook x reader #bts #bts fanfction

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lightskinrry · 4 years ago

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spill about the nymph fantasy pls!!! also take care & i hope things get better really soon for u and ur family <3

Omfjsjsj thank you for indulging me and being sweet ily❤️

This became incredibly long and poorly written im sorry lmaofhfn but I’ve been composing this story in my head for weeks so there’s so many details😭😭😭 well I put it under the read more <333 also pls picture either harry answering fanmail or harry in the golden mv but in a prince Philip from the little mermaid outfit for this lmaofejfn

Soooo hear me out Harry is a prince in a far away land and outside of his prince duties he loves to play music he loves art and he doesn’t like the high society life so everyday once he’s done at the castle he travels to the forest near by and there’s this enchanted place hidden behind the bushes deep in the forest and there’s a pond and a small waterfall and a big tree with a huge branch and it’s so beautiful and he comes here everyday to play music and write and sing and every day the nature around him in this little hidden haven responds; the wind blows to the rhythm of what he’s playing, the water dances around when he sings and he just feels so at home and safe in this place he leaves little offerings and gifts

he doesn’t know exactly what it is about this place but there’s something there that he loves and then one day he’s talking to himself about a song he’s writing trying to find lyrics and he feels water dripping down on his forehead and he catches a glimpse of someone perched up on the branch watching him but they disappear before he actually can make a form out of them and he tries to shake it off but everyday he discovers a little bit more of whoever is hiding there; he hears a giggle when he’s playing out of tune, humming when he plays the strings of his guitar, a foot print in the wet grass and everyday he talks to them without ever seeing them reassuring whoever lives there that he won’t harm them and that he wants to know them but they never show up

until one day the land is attacked and Harry is wounded during battle he runs to the refuge hoping no one would find him he tries to heal his wound but he passes out sure he’s going to die and when he awakes someone is leaned over him their lips so close to his he thinks an angel wants to kiss him but the moment his eyes open fully the person runs away from him he tries to stand up and ask them to stay but the pain of his wound hold him down he looks down on it and realize it’s almost completely healed he looks around him and he sees little pots and other items and food used to heal him he crawls to the water pond to drink and he looks at himself the peach fuzz on his face indicating that’s he’s been out for almost a week and someone took care of him all this time he’s so baffled he rambles thank yous endlessly he asks the person if he can at least see who saved his life and he promises over and over again he won’t hurt them but there’s still not a peep ....

he lays down and fall asleep bc he’s still very weak and when he wakes up again he keeps his eyes closed and he feels water dripping down on his forehead again he speaks before moving or he doesn’t even open his eyes, he’s softly greeting the person who helped him thanking them and reassuring them again,,, he can hear their breathing and the droplets of water still hit his forehead in the most gentle way so he knows they’re still here.

He decides to open his eyes very slowly and he finally sees the person perched up on the branch, their naked body laying on it and gazing down on him, water dripping down their hair and twigs and flowers inside their hair,, he can’t quite believe his eyes for a second but once they make eye contact he just stares silently, the nymph stares back; eyes big with wonder... they stay there like that silently for a while he doesn’t dare to speak by fear they’ll run away again but in the silence the nymph gets down of the tree.

Harry stays down on the grass his head looking at the sky not wanting to make a move,,, he can feel them walk around him, looking at him and he feels safe.... the nymph kneels next to him and touch his face with their fingertips, softly tug on the curl that’s falling on his forehead, they check on his wound and grimace at the look of it, they get water and plants to put on it and Harry flinches at the pain but doesn’t make a sound. When they’re done they make eye contact again but they don’t speak and the nymph leaves and as they walk away Harry tries to stop them and ask them for at least a name and they just turn around and smile at him before disappearing again....

Harry realizes his wound is finally healed and he knows he has to get back to the castle so he leaves promising to come back again the next morning he finally makes it back home and it’s a celebration that the prince has returned safely and the next morning he takes his guitar and some food to bring to the pond and he stays there offering the food to the nymph waiting for them to come out he stays there and wait all day but they don’t come out he’s starting to think that maybe he made the whole thing up in his head bc of the pain but just as he starts to leave he hears branches and twigs breaking behind him and the food he brought is not there anymore he takes a deep breath and looks up to the branch where he saw them for the first time and they’re there!! Laying on their tummy gazing at him and eating the food he brought.... before he can speak the nymph gets down of the tree and analyzes him, they walk around him in a circle looking to see if he’s maybe hurt, they check his wound and smile contently at the sight of it healed,,, Harry doesn’t move and doesn’t speak but the nymph touches his face before their name fall out of their lips....

They are finally talking and Harry couldn’t be happier he knew it was real!! He speaks ever so softly scared that if he speaks louder he might scare them away again,, he doesn’t dare to touch them not even their hands let alone their arms and he doesn’t look at their eyes too long he’s so intimidated by their beauty and grace he can barely make sense but he profusely thank them for saving his life and he rambles about knowing there was someone living here. The nymph interrupts him to ask him to sing bc they love to hear him and he’s so taken aback he can only say yes so they sit next to him and listen while he plays the guitar and sings songs about long forgotten love stories and heartbreak

He stays there for hours just playing and singing, the nymph doesn’t say a word they just listen... until it’s dark and Harry excuses himself because he has to go home,,, the nymph finally asks him if he would teach them how to play the guitar and he promises he’ll back tomorrow to teach them

And he comes back... every day for weeks, teaching them the guitar, writing songs, listening to them sing, bringing them food and flowers and other trinkets he finds that he thinks they would enjoy and everyday the nymph speaks more and more and they tell him how much they love the sun and their favorite flower and color

One day Harry comes back and the nymph greets him gleefully jumping on their feet so happy to see him and he stays there all day they play and sing and write and eat as they do and by the end of the day as the sun sets and the pond is washed over in golden tones he pulls out a gold necklace with a sun pendant,, he explains to the nymph that it’s a gift for them that he saw the sun pendant and it reminded him of them,, he asks if he can put it on them and the nymph agrees so filled with tenderness from his gesture,,, they tell him they love it and that they’ll keep it forever and once he’s done placing it on their neck as they turn around to face him their eyes meet and it’s like time is frozen, they kisses his cheek to thank him and wishing him a good night... Harry is slightly disappointed but he kisses their cheek back for the first time and the nymph gets so flustered and so Harry starts to leave but right before he could get out of the bushes the nymph appears in front of him and thank him again they caress his cheek right where they kissed it a few moments ago and in a deep breath Harry cups their face to bring it closer to his and as their lips are barely inches away he whispers can I kiss you to which the nymph only answers by pressing their lips to his,, when their lips finally detach they’re both blissfully looking at each other,, the nymph says good night and watch Harry walk away promising again he’ll be back the next morning

When he comes back the next morning bringing the nymph his usual offerings; food and flowers and crystals and rocks just things he knows they enjoy they spend the day again talking playing and singing they don’t mention the kiss but when the day ends and Harry is about to leave the nymph offers him a necklace they made out of pearls specially for him they ask if they can put it on him and as they’re done placing the necklace on Harry and he turns around to face them; they lean over to his face, eyes closed and lips pouted ready for a kiss... Harry giggles looking at their silly face expecting a kiss and they get embarrassed they explain to Harry that they thought it was custom to kiss after giving a gift and Harry cups their face and kiss their nose,, telling them how cute they are for being a little clueless on social norms,, he kisses their forehead and their eyelids and finally their lips before whispering that he loves to kiss them

From now on they make it a little tradition to kiss everytime they give each other something, making their own little social rules in their own little world

One day Harry arrives at the pond and the nymph is nowhere to be found but two other beautiful nymphs are there, they analyse him with despise talking among themselves that they don’t understand why the nymph of the pond would find interest in a human like him, they do refer to him as pretty and magnetic but that he’s a man and he’s never to be trusted... Harry doesn’t necessarily understands what’s happening but he just asks if the nymph is here referring to them by name and the nymph comes out and cast the others away, apologizing if their siblings were rude to him... Harry tells them that there’s no need to apologize and they keep their little ritual and learn about each other more

It’s only when the sun starts to come down that they’re laying on the grass, the nymphs head on Harry’s chest that they contemplate the sky in silence and the nymph kisses Harry’s chin and jaw and as the breeze passes them by they start to kiss, their hands traveling all over their bodies and their heartbeats synchronising... the soft evening air starts to feel heavier and it’s like there’s a wave of heat in the pond,, the nymph straddles themselves on Harry never unlocking their lips and when he breaks the kiss to breathe he’s suddenly very aware of what the other nymphs said about him; he becomes hesitant and shy away from the nymph’s mouth,,, he asks them if they really want to go further than a kiss, further than touches, if they’re sure they want him; if they really trust him

and the nymph only grabs his face to kiss him deeper to let him know that they never had a doubt and so they make love right there on the grass; the nymph on top of him, their hips moving to the rhythm of the water and their face gleaming in the golden hour and Harry can only say how beautiful they are, how perfect they are, how they feel so good.... Hes sitting up while the nymph rides him so he can make eye contact and kiss their lips, his hands resting on their waist, sliding on their hips and sometimes grabbing their ass, always moaning on the nymph’s lips about how magical they are and its when he picks them up to fuck into them that he finally hears them talk between muffled breaths and moans; repeatedly calling his name... he thrusts harder every time the word harry leaves their mouth until they both come undone on each other, the nymph first : waves of water covering Harry and a last moan of his name against his lips and barely seconds later Harry releases himself inside the nymph,,, thanking them time and time again

and now they’re staying in this position, their lips trying to find each other in the dark now that the sun has set, giggling in each other’s mouth its only after a while that Harry finally gets up to leave and the nymph is somehow terrified by the idea that he might never come back but right as he leaves, same as every night, he kisses them and promises to come back tomorrow....

so yeah thats about where im at in the nymph fantasy lmaodvnh from then he keeps coming back and they keep fucking in every possible positions so its just horny ass shit and then I thought maybe he’s gonna ask them to come to the city to visit the castle and attend a ball and since theyre a bit clueless on social cues it will be fun and awkward and maybe there’ll be conflict like he’s already promised to someone else or maybe he’s actually the god Apollo trapped in his human form and he’s found a new muse but now that hes in love he doesnt know what to do who knows my brain is full of possibilities lmaohsdvbhv

#I just realised this is 2K words long lmaoferjhbguer #I AM SO SORRY

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merakiui · 4 years ago

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You got any yandere hcs of the boys before we start. Im an yandere obsessed anon who lives and brreaths reading this shit and I wanna know how fucked we can get

(Here you go, wonderful anon! I’ll post yandere hcs for the other teams soon. I’d also like to post yandere fics for these boys, but I’m not sure if anyone’s interested. >-< I’ve got two sitting in my drafts, though!)

Yandere Morning and Day Teams

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 TW: (yandere) unhealthy/obsessive behaviors, mentions of kidnapping/captivity, gas-lighting, starvation, abuse

Morning Team (Mane)

🧩 Ghilley 🧩

Ghilley is definitely a stalker. He’ll be in your shadow whether you like it or not. Nothing escapes his watchful gaze, so it’s important that your enemies choose their words around you.

He’s already skilled at sneaking around, so he’ll use that to his advantage. Popping in to give you a spook, showing up when you’re out with someone else, and even when you think you’re alone.

He’ll follow you if he thinks you’re going to get yourself into trouble again. His poor manager just has a habit of attracting bad people. Just let Ghilley handle all those vengeful spirits. You won’t have to lift a finger!

If anyone gives you problems, tell Ghilley and that issue will be solved in no time. And if you get curious and ask him what happened, he’ll just shrug the question off in a playful manner.

His behavior is unpredictable, so you never know what he does in his spare time. Truthfully, Ghilley’s either watching you or he’s playing a few tricks on those who bothered you. They’ll remember not to mess with you if they’re given a permanent fright.

You won’t notice what’s going on until everyone starts to keep their distance. Friends will make up excuses so they won’t have to hang out with you, and those who might’ve had some romantic interest in you have cut communication altogether.

When you’re feeling down, Ghilley will swoop in to cheer you up. You start to normalize your relationship with him because it’s all you currently know. No one else is willing to talk to you, so you can only rely on him.

Ghilley knows it must hurt to be alone, but it’s the only way he can have you to himself. So he’s willing to bury his pain if it means he’ll get to console you.

He wouldn’t hurt you, but he might remind you every now and then that he’s the only one who hasn’t abandoned you yet.

Yet. A word that’s become part of his daily vocabulary. A word that reminds you of the fact that he could leave you one day.

☀️ Ell ☀️

He shouldn’t feel these emotions to begin with. It’s almost...dirty, in a way. Almost like he’s sinning.

He’s not doing anything bad, though. Loving you was what got him kicked out of Heaven in the first place, but that’s not entirely evil in itself. At first, he assumed Cupid’s Arrow was the one to blame for these lovey-dovey feelings, but it’s not Cupid’s job to foster obsession among former angels.

He doesn’t recognize how suffocating his presence truly is. You’d probably have to tell him to back off before he stops sticking by your side, and even if you did something like that it’d make Ell incredibly sad. Without realizing it, he’ll start to guilt-trip you.

“I’m sorry, Manager! You just looked like you could use some company. I... I can leave you alone if that’s what you want. You might think I’m annoying and—achoo!”

Nowadays, he’s been sneezing a lot, but the idea that his love for you is what’s causing all of this never crosses his mind. He just can’t wrap his head around that. Why would love, a pure, wonderful feeling, make him sneeze?

Under that smile of his are a dozen worries. He’s afraid he’ll chase you away or that you’ll stop liking him. Ell would feel crushed if that ever happened, so all of his energy goes into appeasing you.

He’ll show up unannounced at your office with your favorite snacks, follow you around the campus, and talk to you about literally anything. He could ramble about the grass if it means you’ll spare him your time.

Ell doesn’t really know the meaning of jealousy or hatred. Having been an angel once, he’s not used to negativity. He doesn’t necessarily feel extreme envy, nor does he hate any of the Reapers, but he does sulk about it.

It’s hard to say when he got obsessed. Perhaps it was when you first met and you mistook him for your own guardian angel. Despite the fact that he’s not an angel anymore, Ell likes the sound of that.

It’s a guardian angel’s job to care for and protect humans, so surely you won’t mind if he stays glued to you like a fungus. After all, it’s harmless, happy Ell! You’ve got nothing to worry about!

🐴 Jamie 🐴

Jamie is so strong it’s scary. Good luck trying to beat him in a fight if you ever attempt an escape.

He seems so innocent and kind on the outside, always willing to lend a hand when you’re struggling with Non-Non. If he’s being honest, he likes doing chores with you. It almost feels like the both of you are working on a farm together in the desolate outdoors. Just you, him, sprawling farmland, and no civilization in sight. How cute is that?

No one suspects he's obsessed until they look beyond that soft appearance of his. His gaze will linger to the point where it’s creepy, and he’ll smile while he watches you work.

He’ll get better at technology and city life so he’ll have something else to chat about whenever it’s just you and him.

If he finds out that you’re interested in something, he’ll try his best to learn more about it. Oh, you mentioned a new movie that’s been released in the human world? Maybe he’ll have to see it for himself. Did you want to try a new pastry from your favorite bakery? Jamie will buy it for you, so you should go with him!

He’s reliable, kind, and helpful—surely you’ll fall for those qualities. If not, he’ll find another way. After all, there’s a saying that goes ‘where there’s a will, there’s a way,’ and it’s not like he’ll give up anytime soon.

Jamie likes to imagine a comfortable life with you on the farm. Both of you will tend to the land and the animals, you’ll always have fresh crops, and you'll be together forever. It’s an ideal fantasy, but if you’re not willing he might just have to lock you up in the stables.

Jamie doesn’t fret over potential rivals. If he was able to silence the thugs in his neighborhood, a few pesky humans are nothing.

He’ll get flustered when you say anything nice to him. It really warms his heart to be at the receiving end of your caring words.

And it’s even better when you're accepting his suffocating love. You’ll find that the bed is much softer than the stable. Just don’t push him too far. Sometimes he doesn’t realize his own strength, and your bones can only take so much pressure.

💋 Licht 💋

Licht didn’t think he’d find his soulmate so soon! Whether you click or not, Licht certainly feels a special connection. He’s going to flirt with you no matter what.

It’s up to you whether you respond to his playful advances, but if you decide to humor him be prepared to have this man all over you. If you’re returning his playful gestures and remarks, it must mean something!

Licht lives for storybook romance. There’s something so lovely about sweeping his true love off of their feet, so he’d like to woo you in traditional ways. He’ll gift you your favorite candies, give you a bouquet of flowers, and buy you cute trinkets that remind him of you.

He takes note of what you wear and whether or not you put on a perfume/cologne on certain days. He’ll memorize your fashion style and then try to match it with his own. Licht’s happy whenever the two of you conveniently match outfits. It’s almost like you’re a couple.

He’ll probably spray his own cologne on your clothes if he ever gets a hold of them. You’ll wonder where this new scent came from, and Licht will be over the moon if you decide to leave it as it is.

Licht will invite you on dates under the guise that the two of you are just hanging out as friends. Lo and behold, his real motive is to act like your boyfriend. If you aren’t careful, he might just go around telling strangers that you’re his partner.

He’s always touching you in some way. Sometimes it’s an arm around your waist or his hands are on your shoulders. To some, it’s just his affectionate personality, but to you it’s completely suffocating.

Whenever he holds your hand, it almost feels like he’s daring you to try. Like he wants you to run off and get a taste of the scary world so that he can come in to save you like a true prince.

He hopes that enough flirting will have you confessing. All of these romantic gestures have got to count for something!

Despite this, Licht wants to believe you love him as much as he loves you. Tricking himself is easy, but convincing you is going to be a challenge.

Day Team (Die)

🎹 Theo 🎹

Theo’s harbored some dark thoughts ever since he witnessed you and Nine in the storage room, happily playing the piano like a pair of friends. Like a pair of lovers.

Theo can’t stand it when the others are around you, especially if they have ill-intent. Whenever he takes care of bullies or vengeful spirits, he’s got this dead look on his face. It’s devoid of any feeling, and his eyes are filled with silent anger. It’s a stare that does more than curse; it could probably kill.

He’s rather clingy, always insisting that he accompany you to and from your destinations. If you decline, he’ll just smile and act polite. But if he finds out that you decided to go with someone else...

Theo wants to be the only one in your life. Everyone else is just a worthless germ that needs to be scrubbed away. If they linger around you for too long, he worries you’ll become infected.

He doesn’t want to hurt you, but sometimes you need to learn a lesson. If you’re so picky about eating the food he so graciously went out and purchased, then maybe you don’t deserve to eat at all. Not until you warm up to his cooking, that is.

He’s willing to do anything for you in order to appear perfect. If you were to tell him to shoulder your workload, he’d do it without a single complaint. If you wanted him to watch paint dry, he’d do it with his head full of you.

All he ever thinks about is you. Sure, his mind flits from June to new recipes to the piano every now and then, but it always seems to settle on you in the end.

What did you eat for breakfast? Did you get enough sleep? Would you like something to drink? Where are you going with Youssef? Why is Nine getting close to you? Why aren’t you looking at him?

Theo will know everything about you in time. Whether you like it or not, he’s going to unearth every detail he can. Even mundane habits you don’t pay attention to. Before you know what’s happening, Theo’s got your schedule memorized thoroughly.

He holds no remorse for those who get in his way. As sweet and disarming as he may seem to those around him, Theo’s wicked behind closed doors. That spell book of his has no business gathering all this dust.

🌹 Louis 🌹

Everyone assumes Louis has no interest in anyone other than himself, so it’s a surprise when he starts to give you more attention than normal.

His compliments start getting personal and they still don’t make sense. Just the other day, you were trudging through the hall, dead-tired, when Louis passed you. He stopped, smiled, and said, “Thy radiance outshines the brightest of stars!”

He’s always energetic like that, so it’s not like his behavior is particularly strange. But he spends more time flattering you than himself. His main priority isn’t his beautiful face anymore.

You deserve the world. Why hasn’t anyone given it to you yet? Fear not because Louis is determined to give you everything you could ever want. He’s a prince, after all, so it’s only fair that you sit upon the throne with him.

There’s no room for anyone else in this relationship. It’s just you and him. If you were to leave him, his heart would shatter! Sadness has never been a good fit on Louis, and you know how much he cares for his appearance. So you’ll do him a favor and stay so he won’t wilt like a rose, right?

It’s almost like he lives off of you. You’re his sunlight, water, and fresh air. Any less of your attention and he’s sighing dramatically. Won’t you be a dear and cheer him up? After all, it’s not every day you see Louis so upset.

He doesn’t want you to hate him. If you do, Louis will just ignore your hurtful feelings. He’s got more than enough love to go around. Surely that’ll convince you that he means no harm.

You’ll be treated like royalty, and everyone else is a mere peasant. Sure, Louis can say that he treasures everyone, but some people just aren’t worth his time.

Naturally, a prince deserves the finest, and he won’t settle for anyone who isn’t you.

So don’t fret! Those chains are only temporary, and once you show him some hospitality he’s willing to ease up on his restrictions. Although his sense of freedom is rather cracked.

♞ Ethan ♞

Ethan is a tough case. He hardly shows his emotions, so it’s difficult to determine how he’s feeling. He’ll never show any hostility towards you, though. It’s nothing but warmth and kindness.

When it comes to the others, he’ll give them the cold shoulder and a few cruel remarks. His patience tends to wear thin when he sees people bothering you.

Ethan’s like a hawk. He’ll keep an eye on you to make sure you’re staying out of trouble and he’ll swoop in as soon as something unsavory happens.

He’ll treat you like a glass figurine that’s always on the verge of breaking. At some point, he becomes your unofficial knight in a way. He’s willing to defend you by all means necessary, so everyone else should back off if they know what’s best for them.

At first, he scorned these feeble emotions for getting in the way of his stony resolve, but now he’s come to accept them.

It’s impossible to deter him from his motives. Once he’s got his mind set, he won’t change it. After all, everything he does is completely intentional.

He’ll just stare at you while you struggle in those bindings. If you were smart, you’d just accept your fate and act docile, but Ethan’s not a fool. He’ll keep you bound for as long as it takes.

You can try to reason with him, but nothing ever works. No matter how sweet the deal may seem, he never agrees to any of it.

Ethan will take care of you while you’re adjusting to a permanent life with him. You won’t go a day without a bath, healthy meals, or a lack of sleep. If Ethan says you’ll bathe, you’ll bathe. If he says you’ll eat, you’ll eat. His word are practically law.

Despite his harsh rules, he’s not that hard on you. He’d never lay a hand upon you, nor will you find yourself at the end of his sharpened sword. As long as you fall into a pleasant routine with little complaint, he’ll be happy.

💥 June 💥

June doesn’t realize his feelings for you are unhealthy. He just thinks they’re a natural part of life! Everyone falls in love at some point, right? So you can’t blame him when he’s doing everything he can to spend more time with you.

Your paperwork will never get done because June wants you to watch him while he trains. He’ll even show you his workout routine, hoping you’ll agree to train with him one day.

He’s one of the Reapers who doesn’t get jealous much. Unless someone’s really trying to get him to snap—which doesn’t happen often. But in the event that he does feel envious, he’ll frown a bit, his voice won’t be at its usual loudness, and he’ll sulk.

Immediately perks up the moment you give him any attention. He practically lives off of your reactions and has no problem announcing that to everyone.

June will remain loyal to you no matter what! Nothing can separate the two of you, and he’s convinced himself that you feel exactly the same. If you’re always smiling, it must mean that you accept his feelings! So then why have you started acting awkward when he continues to ramble passionately about how much he admires your strength and persistence?

Try to leave him and he’ll be so heartbroken. June won’t know how to react! Why would you want to leave? He’s never done anything that would warrant this kind of behavior. Maybe he just needs to give you more affection.

Bright and early, he’s knocking on your dorm with a huge grin. “Manager, the sun hasn’t risen yet, but that doesn’t mean we should wait for it! Let’s train hard today! Haha!”

June loves protecting you. Whenever he saves you from danger, he feels like a hero in those action movies he loves so much. Anyone would love to get saved by someone who’d die for them! This sort of loyalty will have you falling for him in no time.

And if it doesn’t, he can just create a few perilous scenarios. What you don’t know can’t kill you, right?

You’re his soulmate, so there’s no way he’d give you up in his afterlife.

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pencil-prince · 4 years ago

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Rise and shine

Warnings: None

Word count: 1541

Synopsis: Princeton finishes repairing that old robot the legends brought it. They weren’t expecting a lot, but they didn’t expect this.

Note: Just a short Princeton x Ash fic I felt suddenly motivated to write. I don’t write a lot so it maybe a bit clunky here and there. But I like how it turned out so here ya go! Fic under the cut

Prince sat, alone at their work bench. The clocks tiks on the shelf being the most prominent sound, the clock ticked to 1:13 AM. They could never sleep, especially when work needs to be done. They had been working on repairing a new robot the legends brought in the day before, they were making steady progress. Princeton screwed on the last bolts of the neck with a hum, they stood up setting the robotic body upright on the table. They stepped back a couple feet, examining the robot. The mechanic hummed to themself, admiring their hard work. They wiped their forehead, oils and dirt smeared over their forehead, before removing their dirty gloves and setting them on the table next to the robot.

Princeton circled around behind them, unscrewing it’s back panel, exposing a jungle gym of wires and ports. They bit down on the screwdriver with their mouth, reaching for the power cord hanging above them. Princeton set the screwdriver down with a deep sigh “Here we go.” They whispered to themself, inserting the cords into the various ports. They walked away from the table, walking over to a big lever with caution tape surrounding the walls next to it. Their grip tightened cautiously on the lever as their eyes stayed focused on the robot sitting on the table, “Rise and shine.” They said to no one in particular as then pulled the switch down. At that moment a loud buzzing sound emerged as the body on the table sprung at the surge of electricity, the eyes glowing as small sparks began to fly around them.

Princeton flipped the lever upward after a moment, waiting silently for any reaction from the machine. After what felt like hours of silence, they sighed in disappointment. Moving back behind the robot they tugged the wires out and slammed the panel shut with a groan, leaning forward beside the machine with their head in their hands. They glanced to their side, looking the machine up and down the gears turning in their head. ‘What happened? What else do I need to do? Maybe the internal wires are detached?’ They asked themself, lost in thought.

At that moment, the limp body quickly sprung up, shaking the table as they stumbled, trying to stand while frantically looking around. “What that-!“ Princeton jumped at the sudden movement, falling back and hitting their head on the floor “Argh!” They rubbed the back of their head as they slowly found their footing. The machine frantically looked around, grabbing the table and struggling to stand. She glanced at the hunched mechanic, focusing her attention to them. She grabbed Princeton by the hem of their collar from the other side of the table, bringing them mere inches away from her face.

“Who the hell are you?! Where am I?!” She yelled, her voice crackling with static, her tone uneasy. “Hey-HEY! Woah woah calm down no-no need for that!” They raised their hands in a submission fashion, an awkward smile on their face. “I’m Princeton! Im a mechanic! More specifically the one who rebuilt you, this is my workshop!” They gestured to themself then to the robot in front of them, sweat starting to roll down their face. “Rebuilt me-“ She loosened her grip slightly while glancing around, before she tightened her grip again and looked back at them “Why?! What are you?! Militia? Did you rebuild me just so I could be awake while you pick at my thoughts?” Her voice started to gain consistency in its tone. “Militia? What are you-“

Princeton’s stopped mid sentence, face dropped its adware smile to an expression of realization and minor confusion. “The frontier war…” they glanced away, speaking more to themself than to the robot in front of them. “That was over 30 years ago…” they spoke softly “You’ve been offline for over 30 years. The Militia, the IMC, they’re both gone, the wars over!” They almost yelled, grabbing the robot’s wrists firmly. She stood for a moment in silence, looking away from Princeton as the gears in her head seemed to literally turn. She let go of the mechanic, almost dropping them onto the table with a clunk. Princeton scrambled back slightly, constantly focusing their attention to the robot in front of them as they regained their footing.

They were both silent for what felt like hours,the ticking of the clock and Princeton’s rabid breath were the only sounds cutting through. The robot slouched over the table, her hands holding onto it keeping her upright. “Who...” she whispered, she struggled to find words. She glanced up at the mechanic, with a look of curiosity. “Who are you then? No way you’re, just some mechanic?” She asked, gesturing to the equipment in their shop. They had to admit, they weren’t just some everyday mechanic, not anymore at least. They glanced at their shop then back at the robot, taking a single step forward. “Like I said, I’m Princeton! Princeton Pines, one of the Apex Games games lead mechanics.” They sprung their arms up in a very showmen manner. The robots face looking slightly confused. “Apex games?” She asked, tilting her head.

“Yeah, the Apex games! How could you not-!” Princeton stopped mid sentence. “Oh right, offline for 30 years.” They smiled awkwardly, rubbing the back of their head. They glanced around their shop as they thought of where to start. As they looked their vision landed on a framed photograph on the wall, they perked up. “Ah wait let me show ya!” They smiled, walking over to the frame and pulling it off the wall.

It was a small photo, about 5x6 inches. It was a photo of Princeton with 2 taller men; one had tanner skin and was the tallest of the 3, he wore a full black suit with a red undershirt. His hair was completely white, his face and hands riddled with scars, the most prominent one being the scar burned over his right eye. His expression was a soft smile, his hand rested on Princeton’s shoulder. The other man was slightly shorter, but still towered over Princeton. His hair was also white, his beard the same color, his hair much more unclean compared to the other. His eyes were squinted, his face showcasing a smug smile. He wore an outfit one could only assume was for combat, white with accents of red. He held a card in his hands, it was hard to make unutterable but it was also red and white. Princeton stood between the two men, they’re faces beaming with a smile. Their old mechanics uniform lazily put on their body as it slouched off their shoulders, seems too big. In one hand they held a wrench, the other covering their face from the sun. The background was filled with machinery and workers, a big red sign behind them, you could barely make out what it said “Future home of the Apex Game.”

Princeton looked at the photo fondly before bringing it over to the robot. They sat up on the table and patted the area next to them, inviting her to sit. She tilted her head, before she hoisted herself up onto the table, scooting closer to the mechanic to get a better look of the photo. “These are the guys who started the games!” They started “That’s Mr. Toproofdier!” They pointed to the tanner man “He’s my boss, he's really cool, I respect him a lot.” Princeton rubbed the side of the frame softly “Oh and that!” They continued “That’s Blisk!” They pointed “He and Mr. Toproofdier started the games about 2 years ago!” They smiled, turning their attention to the robot beside them. She didn’t reply, she seemed completely fixated on the photo, more specifically the man in it. “Kuben…” she whispered, quickly turning her attention to the mechanic “Blisk? Kuben Blisk!? He’s here?” She asked frantically “Uhm yeah? I think?” Princeton replied ,caught slightly off guard.

“I have to find him!” She quickly leapt off the table with determination. She fell forward and collided with the wall in front of her, she quickly stumbled forward as she tried to run. She made it about 6 feet away from the table before she completely fell to the floor “Woah hey! Easy there!” Princeton rushed over to her, gently helping her up. “You haven’t used your legs in 30 years, you’re gonna need to take it easy for a minute.” The robot slammed her back against the wall, sighing in annoyance. “Plus, it’s almost 2 in the morning! The chances of Blisk being awake at this hour is slim, so let’s just take a moment and get you situated okay?” They asked, holding their hands out for her. The robot looked at the door, then back at Princeton, she sighed. She grabbed their hands stumbling slightly as she stood up straight, towering over the mechanic.

Princeton smiled, a slight blush covering their face as they stared up at the robot. They chuckled softly “Ya know what? I never caught your name!” They asked. The robot looked down at them,her eyebrows knitted “Ash. You may call me Ash.” She replied, her tone a lot calmer than before. “Ash…” Princeton spoke

“What a lovely name!”

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bladekindeyewear · 5 years ago

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HS^2 bloggin’ upd8 2020-01-17

Alright, morningblogging yesterday’s 2020-01-17 upd8 to Homestuck^2 let’s go! Spoiler-free again. I kinda don’t want even the next chapter names image-spoiled above the cut anymore so I’m going to have to figure out WHAT to put above the cut in these liveblog posts for visual reinforcement... a unique silly icon? Going back once I’m done with the upd8 and posting something non-spoilery but weird-looking out of context?

Eh, can’t be assed. Just know that after this I’m going to pony up for the Patreon commentary and skim it for anything plot-useful to y’all (in a separate post). Let’s get started.

Okay, what’s next: Any bonuses? Oh, none! Phew. Unless those are coming faster too and just staggered differently, which would mean I gotta overcome my irrational pre-Homestuck-reading anxiety even MORE often. :T

No Homestuck you don’t GET to ask how my-- ah, right. :P

(FYI, HS^2 has been good to my emotions so far, quite a balm for the epilogues, so once I START reading I’m usually fine; but after being hurt so badly how could I possibly convince my lizard brain to trust it until it’s right in front of me? Seriously, just hearing that the upd8 has landed messes me up a bit until I come fix it by reading w/ y’all here.)

Okay, so whose feelings? As much as I’ve been waiting for Jade, I hope this isn’t about Jade.

> ==>

Ah fuck, we’re finally with the Pursuit Crew. Bracing myself. That means we get to see probably sleeping Jade ( :C ), full-swing DaveKat (approving nod), the first canon onscreen look at masculine-mode Roxy (<3), a probably pretty pissed off Kanaya (possibly either the feelings target, the one Saying How Are Your Feelings, or both), and uh... did they drag Callie along? Or leave her back there with her meta freakout? Probably left her back there, but... hm.

Let me turn up the brightness on this screen to sear these next pages into my retinas. (Also, it feels odd to still be using a four-person “==>” for these, although if Jade is still asleep the numbers might fit on both ends... :c )

> ==>

I don’t think Dad is in the spacefaring business, so this is probably one of Jake’s shittier spaceship designs.

> ==>

...well that’s a touch disturbing. Is that a Jade-occupied bed or are those just pillows?

Oh what the fresh fanfic’y heck is this command.

> i enter.

Okay that’s great. I got a kick out of that.

JADE [in calliope red]: the prince’s power grows.

--but that’s not. That explains the narrative command text, it’s alt!callie talking through a still conked-out Jade. Please let her wake up between speak-throughs, please tell me you’ve learned that trick?? I already know you’re gonna pull an “oh she was asleep pretty much all of those THREE YEARS OF TRAVEL” thing on me and that’s hard fucking enough to deal with.

KARKAT: JESUS CHRIST!

He’s actually using the full curse correctly, huh?

...These commands. Guess part of the puzzle is how much alt!Callie is being typically morbid and how much she might actually be wising up enough to get a kick out of this.

> the knight of blood falls.

DAVE: dude can you chill for like even a single fucking second DAVE: also are you ok

Has CallieJade chilled for even a single second this entire trip?? Is he asking just if Karkat’s okay or Jade too???

--yeah I’m overblowing things out of nervousness. Just wait and see a bit, boots.

Alt!Callie has at least learned to be more of a smartass:

> karkat is characteristically appreciative of the alarm call.

Shirt trade Karkat, nice. And uh, Jade’s dress sure is a... dress. Hm.

(Did alt!Callie alchemize adjustments to did she just luck out to have a red-symbol’d Bec belt and accent leggings? I’d prefer the former, because as much as it would be acceptable within Homestuck proper, using the transition between the epilogues and this new-author’d work to just HAPPEN to give her a fitting outfit without an excuse via providence is kind of lazy.)

KARKAT: OH, PARDON THE FUCK OUT OF ME FOR OVERREACTING A LITTLE WHEN MY GOOD FRIEND "POSSESSED JADE" BUSTS INTO MY RESPITEBLOCK AT 5 AM! KARKAT: NEXT TIME I’LL JUST PULL THE COVERS BACK AND LET HER CLIMB IN! JADE: i am uninterested in that scenario. KARKAT: GREAT! POSSESSED JADE ISN’T EVEN HORNY! HOW FUCKED UP IS THAT?

...please let that mean he’s not used to her being possessed all the time and she wakes up sometimes. PLEASE.

DAVE: but im pretty sure i locked that door JADE: i unlocked it with my mind. DAVE: fuck KARKAT: FANTASTIC. JADE: the prince’s powers are growing, but so are mine.

Dave, I’m pretty sure regular-ass no-Green-Sun Space powers can flip a few lock tumblers too. (--though, I guess from context this was a Jakeship technolock. Confirmation on the ship’s bad taste in design. --I think I’m foggily remembering it said in the Epilogues that they took one of Jake’s ships just like Dirk did, too... man, being depressed so much by the Epilogues sure took a lot out of my ability to recall them decently.)

KARKAT: LIKE YOU DON’T FLOAT AROUND LIKE A CREEPY PIECE OF SHIT ALL DAY AS IT IS?

God DAMN IT she’s been asleep and possessed the whole fucking time.

> sleep is abandoned, coffee sought.

More obligatory DaveKat being cute, somehow only emphasized by the embarrassing glowing-with-power observer who doesn’t really get any of it.

Ah, here we go:

> the rogue is also awake.

Oh huh. Cool!

Hero outfit, understated... her his choice of heart-shades color-coded to stand out from Dave more to avoid further mistaken identity cases. Works well! (Holy shit I only JUST remembered at the end to go back and correctly gender Roxy as him, that was close. I blame the epilogues for a lack of visual reinforcement; I shouldn’t have as much trouble soon enough. Seriously, I don’t remember ANYTHING without visual reinforcement, I think that’s why I remember so much of Homestuck proper so clearly.)

KARKAT: OH SHIT, THERE SHE IS! I DIDN’T EVEN HEAR HER FOLLOW US! ROXY: sometimes a girls just got to get her drift on i guess ROXY: it be like that

ilu roxy.

I missed Roxy so much, you guys. I need more of him remarking on all this crazy shit if I’m gonna stay sane though all this. (And I need more of him and AWAKE JADE kicking ass independently or together if I’m going to continue to believe there’s justice in the world.)

> ==>

We rarely saw Rose drinking anything but the rare coffee in canon, but I think Kanaya would have gotten her plenty into tea, yes. Or at the very least, wanting the aesthetic of drinking tea with Kanaya would have gotten Rose into tea even if it never crossed Kanaya’s mind to try the stuff.

ROXY: well i mean who knows what she drinks now ROXY: dirk probs tossed the coffee machine out the space window right away ROXY: dude doesnt "believe" in "substances" > the prince is contemplated for a moment in silence.

FUCK, Dirk can see the narrative all the way out here??? No wonder alt!Callie’s forced to have possession turned on 24/7. That’s fucking disappointing. How the hell are we going to get any proper Jade time with THAT hanging over our heads? She’d only be able to do anything when Dirk’s knocked out, and maybe not even THEN!

I was virtually promised more of actual non-asleep Jade getting shit done in HS^2. Now there’s an even longer wait on it than I expected. This sucks.

(EDIT: BOY did I misread that link line. Thinking “is contemplated” meant is sitting contemplating, when it meant "is being contemplated by everyone here". That was dumb of me.)

*clicks that next link*

Oh my goodness, Roxy joined the Bird Hair Crew. It makes him look like a fucking asshole but I kind of love it.

KARKAT: IS THERE MILK?

I can’t believe Karkat is okay with drinking milk. --yes, culturally Trolls are more comfortable with animal excretions than we are, but you would’ve thought years of railing against Equius would have purged any tolerance the idea of milk from his psyche.

I guess Dave introduced him to cereal, and it was all over from there.

DAVE: this is more like a castle DAVE: a castle of idk DAVE: twenty something ennui

Sounds like a relatable mood. Especially considering Dirk probably decided to conquer reality out of almost nothing but twenty-something ennui.

Alright. You aren’t going to turn Kanaya into an alcoholic or anything on us are you?

> the knight of time seeks a sylph...

--this is the shittiest shipboard starship aesthetic.

> ...and finds her, momentarily.

WOW that looks fucking depressed. :(

> ==>

...okay you know what? Never mind. That outfit has wrapped straight back around into Trying Too Hard and is now hilarious.

DAVE: you ever feel like our whole lives are eventually gonna end up like this DAVE: just blasting through space on a sweeps long journey to ""somewhere"" chasing after or running from some vague enemy thats sometimes a god modded pet dog and sometimes your dad DAVE: without the faintest fucking idea of whats going to happen when we get there DAVE: thats a little specific but you know what i mean

Why do you think the epilogues upset us so much? We thought we’d won free of that bullshit.

> ==>

Oh jesus christ that’s the most depressingly sad I’ve ever seen Kanaya drawn. :C

--Karkat got you to watch Serendipity? That’s amazing, Dave.

KANAYA: You Arent Reminding Me Of Her As I Rarely Think Of Anything Else KANAYA: I Close My Eyes And I See Her KANAYA: I Keep Them Open And I See Her

Fuck.

Y’know how little showing these two in love and actually HAPPY together we’ve seen in this entire comic and its subworks? Despite them having spent at least a few happy years together we only saw in tiny screenclips? And how Candy alluded super hard that they most likely couldn’t get that in this real timeline where shit’s going down?

Seriously, FUCK. You could at least pretend to give us some hope, here.

Oh no, don’t ask for the nursery story, Dave. Unless it turns out to be a funny one or a Rose twist on an old story or something. Which it probably is, I should stop worrying.

> ==>

KANAYA: Oh Its A Wriggler Story About A Young Prince And The Beloved Flower He Loved And Lost DAVE: flower DAVE: like a plant KANAYA: Its A Fairytale Dave DAVE: right KANAYA: A Singular Wild Rose He Failed To Cherish When He Had Her KANAYA: And His Journey Of Discovering What She Meant To Him All Along KANAYA: Culminating In A New Quest To Find Her And Win Her Back

Dirk you PIECE OF SHIT did you rewrite the narrative of the fucking STORIES SHE TOLD CHILDREN?!?? Does the fact that alt!Callie is only in the present mean he can rewrite ANY past event we didn’t literally SEE??? FUCK you. Seriously fuck all of this.

Please tell me she was kidding just then, or realizes there’s fucking something wrong with what she’s saying and getting angry or.

(EDIT: shoutyourporpoise replied: "Hey, idk If you picked up on this, but the 'nursery story' Rose told to the wigglers is just The Little Prince, which is maybe a BIT early for them to read, but I don't think that's a case of Dirk changing the narrative; its just Rose being Too Adult as usual." Oh, damn, I didn't even CATCH that it was that story. That makes all of this a lot more forgivable, even if pretty unforgivably leaning into the fiction that Dirk used to brainwash and kidnap her. Maybe that's exactly why it worked -- fiction, a story so blazed into the public consciousness? Hm. Thanks, shoutyourporpoise.)

KANAYA: But In A Way I Feel As If It Is the Greater Universe Trying To Tell Me Something

Mother fuck I’m even going to have to see our protagonists warped by Dirk when they’re ostensibly FULLY SHIELDED aren’t I. There’s only so much of that I would be able to take, you know.

KANAYA: It May Simply Stem From My Longing To See Her Again And How Much Is Indicative Of Something More Sinister KANAYA: She Is A Goddess Of Light And The Only Of Her Kind We Know Is Alive After All KANAYA: Maybe Shes Wrested Dominion Of The Entire Concept In All Its Appearances Within This Frame Of Reference

Hm. Well, it being a product of Rose’s ascension instead of Dirk’s is possibly a more charitable take, with Ultimate Rose projecting the delusion enforced on her backward, visible to past Rose’s Sight when she isn’t paying attention and thus paving the way for Dirk to paradoxically exploit that “ideal” as something Lighty and Important and “Perfect”. I still don’t fucking like it though.

> ==>

DAVE: sorry i know you say you got your badass monster powers but kanaya you look tired as hell DAVE: not that im tryna psyche you or whatever but youre waxing poetic in the dark which i guess is maybe on brand but still

Yyyep.

DAVE: unless terezi is lurking in the vents somewhere and now that i bring that up its actually not out of the question so im kind of gonna be thinking about that one for a while

Pffff.

DAVE: youre the only person i know whos still basically the same as when i met you

--Which is kind of going to have to change, right? She’s got some other cosmic purpose ready to change her a little more than she changed pre-human-troll-meetup, you’d think.

> ==>

Cute as hell.

> ==>

KANAYA: How Are Your Feelings

There’s the title drop. I’d think Dave’s doing pretty well, considering? Still fucked over by Dirk betraying and tricking Rose away who he’s been close with all his life, but.

> ==>

DAVE: except sometimes your best friend disappears and your other best friend goes into a ghost coma and your third best friend fucks off to space with your dad DAVE: the dude youve spent the last 7 years convincing yourself isnt an egomaniacal anime villain DAVE: and who isnt actually lying in wait to completely decimate your life and your emotions and shit

Ah... yeah. A little worse than my casual list, huh? Forgot that Jade vanishing into a possession-coma for THREE FUCKING YEARS is going to be hard on people inside the comic too, fuck.

DAVE: maybe it was naive to think that a bunch of twenty something trauma victims could run a society

I was honestly surprised they TRIED to run society at all. Jasp even just highlighted a big reason why not in the bonuses.

DAVE: cool how earth c existed for centuries then we show up and manage to ruin society in seven fucking years

Well, the trolls got THEIR lesson on why they didn’t deserve to rule over their new universe like gods; I guess some of y’all needed that lesson too?

DAVE: every serious conversation i have inevitably falls apart into riffing on a casual acquaintances ass

True.

Dammit, Dave didn’t feel like he could just be Some Guy even on Earth C. :(

> ==>

...don’t think I’ve forgotten that nursery story, though. I don’t want to think that it was something that ACTUALLY past happened, especially not without manipulation. Like maybe past Rose was foreseeing the false purpose that Dirk wrote for her or the like, a cooperative misunderstanding between the two instead of Dirk or Rose literally reaching back in time.

> meanwhile...

KARKAT: WAIT, WHY THE FUCK AM I EVEN ASKING? HE’S OBVIOUSLY NOT FINE. KARKAT: ARE ANY OF US? ARE YOU? ROXY: not rly KARKAT: EXACTLY.

--Oh right. I remember that Callie and Roxy were going reasonably steady in Meat even though it was only alluded to, she didn’t freak out and stay awol or what have you. That’s good to remember. But it means Roxy deliberately left her behind to go on this dangerous quest, for years. :C

KARKAT: KANAYA BARELY EVEN TALKS, CALLIOPE WON’T LEAVE THEIR CABIN, JADE JUST FLOATS AROUND LIKE A CREEPY BALLOON THAT’S MOSTLY MADE OF HAIR.

Oh, SHIT. I should have read one line further. They DID bring her. Alt!Callie being here too must really FUCK with her. ...maybe she can actually learn to accept that alternate way her life might’ve played out, though?

KARKAT: THE REALLY FUCKED UP THING IS I MIGHT BE THE MOST OKAY OUT OF ALL OF US, WHICH IS HOW YOU KNOW SHIT HAS REALLY GONE GLOBES UP.

Quite true.

ROXY: ur kinda an intense dude anybody ever tell u that KARKAT: NO.

Pff.

> ==>

KARKAT: AGAINST PRETTY MUCH ALL ODDS, AND DESPITE ME NOT DESERVING ANY OF IT, I ENDED UP GETTING PRETTY MUCH EVERYTHING I WANTED. KARKAT: OVER AND OVER AGAIN. KARKAT: SOMETIMES IT ALMOST FEELS LIKE WHATEVER SLATHERING MONSTROSITY OF A COSMIC HELLBEAST THAT PUT ALL THIS SHIT INTO MOTION...ACTUALLY LIKES ME?

Well, if you want to blame Lord English for instance... we never saw Caliborn and Karkat interact much, but the parallels between the two were drawn so severely that Caliborn was basically the idealized, multiverse-threatening Ultimate Kismesis that he’d always dreamed of. And operated against him without him even ever quite realizing it.

If a level of “respect” went from Caliborn to Karkat, too, from his Lord-Englishy vision nigh-omnipresent, then this outcome isn’t very surprising at all.

> ==>

(I don’t quite feel I get why Roxy shifted to this exasperated-Dave expression, but I get logically that he’d been waiting for Karkat to make a breakfast choice... Homestuck proper rarely pulled a “last line said corresponds to next-panel’s expression” without either leaving the conversation blank or having the NEXT lines of the conversation reinforce it, to prevent this inelegant misunderstanding. Andrew was really damned talented in getting his point across visually, in that regard. Just like, that careful visual intent delivery.)

Alright, I guess that’s it for this short upd8! Meeting the pursuit crew was both more and less difficult than I expected. Hopefully I get desensitized a bit as the characters continue to feel semi-almost-sorta-fine.

I have NO idea how this group is gonna work as a proper crew when we get to whatever weird other-players’ session this shit is going down in, though.

#Homestuck #hs2 #Homestuck Liveblog #upd8 #bladekindeyewear #blastyoboots #spoiler #spoilers #shoutyourporpoise

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whisperingoffwhitepinstripes · 6 years ago

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My Prince (Royal AU Brendon X Reader) Part One

Thank you @i-think-im-ready-to-go for reminding me about this....

Tears run down your face. Your parents had just informed you that the royal family from the next kingdom over had agreed to the diplomatic marriage between you and their son. It was great for both of the kingdoms; yours would help the other with agriculture, and they would help with military support and training. You kept a brave face in front of your parents, but now, alone in your chambers, you let everything out. You had always hoped to find a love match, but instead you were engaged to a man you had never met.

In a rare moment of rebellion, you disguised yourself as a commoner and had slipped out of the palace. You just needed to get away from all the trappings of your royal status. You just wanted to feel normal.

After roaming the marketplace for an hour or so, you see this beautiful piece of jewelry at a stall, and you inquire about it and the price. The shopkeeper laughs at you and tells you that it's way too much for a simple girl like you. You almost reveal yourself to keep this man in his place. You are the princess after all. How dare he say that to you. You are about to pull off your headpiece and demand that he apologize for his rude behavior when a young man comes and pulls you away. “Hey, that guy is just a jerk to people he thinks can't pay his prices. Don't let him get under your skin.” You look up into the most beautiful brown eyes you had ever seen. You felt like you were drowning in those pools of milk chocolate and dark mahogany.

“Wow.” You whisper, as he pulls you into a quiet corner.

“Hey, are you okay?” Concern colors his face and voice. You nod quickly as a blush creeps up your cheeks. You notice how late it has gotten, but, before you can make an excuse to leave, he surprises you. “You must need to get home. Here let me walk you there.” He gently grasps your hand to lead you away from the marketplace.

You try to pull away. You don't want to reveal your status to this man. The complications that bounce around your mind are boggling. “No, thank you, but I'll be fine. It's just around the corner.” You hope your small lie at the end was convincing.

“Oh, okay,” he bows his head. “I didn't realize her highness lived among the people,” he added quietly.

Your eyes go wide with shock momentarily before laughing at his statement, “You think I'm the princess? You are so cute.”

The look on his face told you that you weren't fooling him. “I'm sorry, your highness, but you must return to the castle immediately. I heard that your parents are frantic looking for you.” Before you can ask how he knows this, he adds, “I overheard some guards talking at the palace gate. Look, I don't want our beloved princess to get in trouble. Let me help you get back.”

You didn't want to worry your parents, much less this handsome yet complete stranger. “Okay, let's hurry.”

Once safely back in your chambers, the young man turns to climb back down the lattice. “Wait,” you exclaim. He turns his face back to you.

“Yes?”

He gives you a most honest look you have seen in a while. It makes you weak in the knees. “Before you go, can I, at least know the name of my knight in not so shiny armor?”

He smiles, “Call me that. Farewell, Princess.” With that, he quickly and quietly descends the lattice before the next guard rotation comes around.

You watch him go until you can't see him anymore. Sighing, you go to your wardrobe and change out of the common wear. As you are about to put something on, there's a knock at your door. You send your lady-in-waiting to see who is at the door.

“My lady, it's your mother. She has requested that you change into one of your finest dresses.” Confused by the request, you ask if she said why. “No, my lady. But rumors around the palace are that your ladyship's suitor has arrived.”

Oh, right. Why? Why did this have to happen? You've been engaged to a probably stuck up snobby prince, and the day you're to meet, you fall for the common boy who helped you in the marketplace.

After quickly preparing yourself, you arrive at the side door of the throne room to enter and stand at your mother's side. The servant manning the door bows then quickly ushers you inside. As soon as you are noticed by your parents, they approve of your appearance, and they tell the herald that he can send for the prince.

As you stand there waiting, your mother asks what took you so long because she knew what you were wearing beforehand and would have been pleased with that outfit. You quickly lie and tell her that while you were enjoying a snack in your chambers of cheese and wine, you had a clumsy moment and had splashed the wine on the bodice of the dress, and you just happened to be in the middle of changing when she came looking for you.

Thud, thud, thud. The herald's staff banging on the door echoes through the throne room. “Presenting his Royal Highness, Prince Brendon of Bomandi.”

You look up as the great doors at the main entrance glide open. A young man in royal regalia calmly walks toward you and your parents.

Most of the suitors that had made their way to your kingdom had felt fake and privileged, like they expected everything handed to them on a silver platter. But not this man. When he reaches the base of the thrones, he bows deeply, which is uncharacteristic for a royal. Your parents are pleased by his show of humility.

“Welcome to Tuku Taba, Prince Brendon.” Your father proclaims, motioning to Brendon to rise.

“Thank you, your highness. Your country had always been welcoming to me.”

He's been here before… Then why have I never met him. Confusion colors your face. “Daughter, please come meet your betrothed.” Keeping your head down, you move to stand in front of the man who will become your husband.

“It's a pleasure to meet you, your highness.” You curtsy as a sign of respect.

“Likewise, Princess,” he bows, reaching for your hand. You place your hand in his outstretched one. You blush as he places a gentle kiss on the back of your hand. You chance a glance at his face while your back is to your parents. Oh my… Those eyes. I will never forget those eyes. You gasp, then mouth at him, “It's you.”

#brendon urie #brendon urie imagine #panic imagine #panic! at the disco #brendon imagine #brendon patd #my work #my writing

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thenamesseven · 6 years ago

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Genre: Fluffy, royalty au!

Plot: Always being compared to Jinyoung by your mother made you dislike him. However when Jinyoung recues you from being scolded in one party, you finally discover he is not as bad as you thought.

When the double doors that led into the party opened, you could perfectly hear the wishful sighs that left the female's -and even some male's- lips. However, your reaction was slightly different since instead of wishing he was your husband, you only wished that he would go back to his little perfect palace as soon as he could.

The grip of your fingers got slightly stronger around your Champagne glass when your eyes landed on him. He was as marvelous as always without any mistakes, without anything that could make him less perfect than everybody thought he was. Jinyoung's outfit never changed too much, always wearing a tailored white suit along with a matching yet darker tie. His hair was skillfully pulled back and the smile he was wearing tonight could make some of the girls in the room faint.

Your relationship with Jinyoung was complicated. What you felt wasn't hatred obviously since you had never even spoken with him directly so you really didn't know him personally, in fact, it was the way your parents talked about him that made you feel this dislike towards the prince.

You weren't the most perfect princess, actually, you were sometimes slightly clumsy and might have screwed up in some important events a couple of times. Also, you didn't like wearing feminine yet tight clothes too much and your hair? God your hair could be such a huge mess some days.

The fact that you didn't care about the opinion from the people of your same class and that you actually liked being the way you were made your mom choose a supposedly role model whose behaviour should be copied by you.

Guess who your mom chose? Jinyoung.

Whenever you were attending an event and he showed up it would only take a couple of minutes for your mom to stand by your side and start saying things like: "Look at him, so handsome...So gentle" "Watch the way he politely smiles at everybody" "He has such perfect manners, his mother has to be so proud". It was a really tiring mantra that tortured you. It reminded how perfect he was and how messy you were or how your mom loved to say how little prepare you were to sit on the throne.

Shaking your head as an attempt to get rid of your thoughts you glanced to the side where your mother, the queen, had been standing while she chatted with some other royals that had been invited to the party. When your eyes landed on the people she had been talking to, it was not a surprise when you noticed she wasn't there anymore, the Queen was probably scanning the room, trying to find you and torture you with her favorite method.

Willing to avoid her you dragged yourself onto the dance floor where some couples were swinging together to the beat of the songs the orchestra played every single year and walked throught the crowded zone for some brief seconds before getting back out again. A minute later after grabbing another glass of Champagne and some of those small canapes you found yourself hiding behind one of those columns that were just there to decorate the ballroom.

Now you knew they were perfect for hiding too.

Happily you started munching on the snacks you had brought for yourself, kind of relieved you were also avoiding all the greetings you were supposed to do. That was, until you spotted a couple of feet covered by a pair of black and shiny shoes being infront of yours. You didn't recognize who it was inmediately, in fact, you had to look up to be met with the perfect smile you have been running away five seconds ago.

"Want to dance?" Jinyoung asked out of nowhere, his hand out waiting for you to take it.

This was the first time you were standing so close to him and actually, you could sort of understand why girls were crazy about him. Jinyoung was really handsome and his gentle yet easy going personality made him even more charming. You met his eyes, ready to reject the idea of dancing since you hadn't been paying too much attention in your last dancing lessons but you realized Jinyoung discretely motioning to the side, a small gesture you wouldn't have seen if you hadn't been paying too much attention.

Your mom was standing a few meters away from both of you, her hands fidgeting with the strap of her purse as she nervously waited for you to accept the prince's offer. Had she forced him to ask you to dance? That would be extremely embarrasing.

"Did she ask you to do this?" The question got out of your lips before you could stop yourself. A mix of frustration and embarrasment running through your veins faster than blood.

"No" Jinyoung shook his head a little. Were his cheeks getting pink? Why was he actually blushing? "I...I just saw her being kind of mad when she found you hiding in here and well, decided to...Uhm...Steal you away before she could scold you?" A soft yet shy chuckle left his lips "God that sounds so embarrasing"

You didn't know what made you reach out and take his hand. Maybe it was the fact that he truly seemed as embarrased as you had felt or the need to escape your mother's torture. Whatever it was, Jinyoung was now dragging you to the dance floor in the middle of the ballroom and there was no going back. There were lots of eyes from you, some of them filled with curiosity and most of them with jealousy because after all, everybody knew you weren't as perfect as him. Jinyoung on the other side, absolutely ignored the eyes that were laid on him as he graciously pulled you slightly closer to him before placing his other hand on your hip.

"You are going to regret this" Those were the first words that left your mouth. It was a wonderful start for a conversation right? The best thing to say to make friends. Jinyoung frownwd at this, thinking you were mad instead of embarrased. "I mean, Im horrible at this, I don't even pay attention in my lessons" You quietly admitted, your gaze moving down to the floor as you dragged your free hand onto his shoulder.

Jinyoung sighed in relief, his muscles that had been tense a couple of seconds ago were now completely relaxed "Thanks God, for a second a I thought you hated me" A small smile came up to his lips and you suddenly felt guilty for secretly disliking him all this years, he just seemed so genuinely happy about you not hating him. "Relax" As soon as the word left his lips Jinyoung started moving his feet slowly, dragging them around to let you get used to it "Just follow my lead okay? Dancing is not that difficult if you follow the beat"

His steps got a little more intense, a bit more firm when he noticed you were doing well on following his moves. You weren't perfect but he never pointed out your mistakes, even when you have stepped on his shiny shoes a couple of times, he simply chuckled softly assuring you it was okay before you could even apologize for it. Actually, you found yourself enjoying the dance, something that has never happened before.

"See? If you empty your head and forget about all those useless dance lessons, you will be even better" Jinyoung playfully poked the side of your head, smiling at you as he gave you more tips for dancing.

"I wish my mom could hear you" You bit your lip but you were unable to hide the smile that came up to your lips in the end, Jinyoung seemed to like your smile because he smiled even bigger at this. "Thanks for saving me back there, I definitely not feel like being scolded again" You two were walking to the side now that the song had ended. You had thought Jinyoung would walk away, leave to keep meeting some of those important people he had to greet but he just followed your steps and kept up with your conversation.

"Ah don't thank me about it, you just seemed to comfortable in your hiding stop and I really didn't want to disturb you but I kind of had to do when I saw your mom" Jinyoung admitted "You see, she and I disagree in a lot of stuff, well, she and my mom disagree in a lot of stuff" His hand went up to scratch the back of his neck, a gesture he probably did when he was nervous.

"Are you indirectly telling me you don't like my mother?" You tried to ask that question with a serious expression but watching Jinyoung's nervous face made you laugh.

A quiet chuckle escape his lips as you two walked into the balcony since it was a much quieter spot than your hiding place. Both of you sat down on the wooden chairs and just looked up to the sky before Jinyoung answered your question.

"It's not that I don't like her" He shook his head a little, trying to come up with the right words to explain what was going through his mind "Everyone has their own opinion and you are free to do things the way you want to" He carefully said, glancing at you sometimes but his eyes always went back to the night sky "But the way she keeps complimenting my mother for raising me so 'perfectly' and the way she keeps comparing you with me it's so tiring" He scoffed, you could feel he was frustrated about what he was saying and that surprised you. Jinyoung was the last person you thought he would feel as tired about it as you. "If only she knew my mom sometimes scolds me for being so serious, so...Correct all the time. My mom wants me to learn from you" Jinyoung had a small smile on his lips, it was obvious his mom wasn't as annoying about it as yours since the way he talked about her was so lovingly.

"Wait, let me look for my mother, she has to hear this" You joked making him smile again when his surprising yet little speech was done "It is really tiring to be compared to someone, I kind of disliked you for being...You" Jinyoung opened his mouth and you just knew he was about to apologize but you interrupted him before he could keep talking "It's not your fault Jinyoung, tonight I realized you weren't the kind of person I thought you were and I feel guilty for judging you" You shrugged a little.

"Don't feel guilty, it is normal to hate somebody your being compared to over and over again" He assured with a small smile "But everyone thinks you are...Well...Adorable?" His cheeks turned red again as he avoided your gaze, you turned your head to look at him curiously and truly confused.

"Adorable? My mom says Im a mess" You said trying to be funny but sounding slightly sad.

"But that's what makes you different around here, it's so boring to always see perfect princesses roaming around, talking about their perfect dress and castle" Jinyoung rolled his eyes leaning back against his chair "You haven't even tried to talk about the dress you are wearing"

"Cause I'm uncomfortable in it, I can't wait to come home and change into my pajama" You blurted out as honestly as you could. Jinyoung chuckled at your words.

"See? That's what I'm talking about" He muttered amused "I wanted to talk with you so bad, get to know you cause God knows I'm bored of the same conversations that always take place in this parties" He sighed glancing at you "I was kind of scared of you rejecting me so I just kept myself far away so your mother wouldn't start comparing us again"

This time it was your turn to blush softly, your eyes landed down on your lap where your hands were nervously playing with the cloth of your dress. There was a small yet shy smile on your lips but by the corner of your eyes you could see Jinyoung was clearly satisfied with your reaction.

"That's really...Sweet, thanks prince" You said politely, half bowing on your seat to him.

"Oh no! Please use my name, (Y/N)" He said a bit flustered when you bowed, shaking his head a little "I want us to be friends, so drop the formalities" He smiled at you and you smiled back at him, you had been so wrong about Jinyoung.

"So friends?" You asked tilting your head a little

"Maybe something else, something closer...But that will take more time" He winked at you smirking, seeing your cheeks instantly blushing.

If some days before this encounter somebody had told you, you would end up dating the one and only Prince Jinyoung you would have laughed so hard that tears would ran down your cheeks.

How genuine you were.

How genuine.

You were so royally wrong.

#got7 #got7 bambam #got7 jackson #got7 jaebum #got7 jinyoung #got7 mark #got7 youngjae #got7 yugyeom #kpop fanfiction #got7 oneshot #got7 fluff #jinyoung fluff

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birdy-babe · 6 years ago

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Burned Out Chapter 2

Summary: Patton starts to realize that maybe Roman is an essantal part of the group, Virgil’s starting to realize it too but Logan stands stubborn.

Word Count: 4087

Parings: Platonic LAMP

Warnings: None, just angsty Roman

Note: Lmao this chapter is long and boring I apologize.

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5

Chapter 2

"Good morning Kiddo!" Patton told Virgil as the anxious side came into the kitchen. The sides had their separate rooms but they also had a mind palace they shared that they all hung out together in.

Virgil grunted in response, mumbling a soft "mornin'" and continued his path to the kitchen. Virgil stopped at the coffee pot.

He grabbed his mug- Roman made all the sides their own specialized mug for Christmas one year. They all used them every morning. Virgil noticed Logan's and Patton's cups were sitting next to them as they both sat at the kitchen table.

Roman's white and gold mug sat lonely in the cabinet.

Virgil shut the cabinet doors, poured his coffee, and joined the other sides at the table. Patton was still in his cat onsie while Logan professionally wore his usual black button up and tie.

The logical side looked deep into the book he was reading. He sipped his own tea with one hand and held the book with the other- placing his mug down every minute or two to flip the page.

Patton was eating pancakes shaped like smiley faces with an overly obsessive amount of maple syrup. His coffee was a light color- filled with creamer and sugar. Virgil's nose crunched up at the sight of it- too much sugar. He looked back down to his mug filled with plain black coffee.

Virgil tiredly laid his head down, enjoying the quiet atmosphere. It was peacefully silent expect for the soft clanking of dishes as Patton ate and the flutter of Logan flipping a page. He closed his eyes.

He was only able to enjoy it for a moment before he began to feel uncomfortable. It was never this quiet in the mornings- something was off. Virgil started to feel anxious- worrying if there's something missing or something they didn't do. What was happening?

The anxious side looked up from where he had his head down and looked to the other sides.

He knew Roman wasn't there but Roman didn't make THAT big of a difference. Roman was just obnoxious and loud- maybe this peace was a good thing?

Sleep- or Remy- was no where to be found but Remy didn't come by often anyway. Deceit sometimes showed up in the morning but he usually stayed in his room, he liked to be mysterious like that.

Every once in a while a different side would show up but Thomas' four main sides always showed up without fail.

Virgil looked to Patton beside him and panned over to the spot across from him- where Roman usually sat next to Logan.

Virgil set his head back down on the table.

"Logic! Creativity! Morality! Anxiety!"

Suddenly 3 of the sides were all warped to Thomas Sander's living room. Logan adjusted his glasses and necktie as Patton fixed his hoodie around his neck.

"What could possibly be the dilemma today, Thomas?" Logan inquired as they looked to Thomas.

Thomas looked very clean as always but instead of a fun flashy outfit he usually wore. He wore a grey polo and plain blue jeans.

Thomas had a small stack of different pamphlets in his hand as well as his laptop open on his lap.

"Hm? Oh I don't have a dilemma really, I just need help picking a college to study at" Thomas told them casually as he clicked through his laptop.

The three sides looked at each other, growing silent.

"Did you say college?" Logan asked hopefully, excitement growing in his expression.

Thomas nodded, "Yup! I’m thinking about studying for astrology but I don't where where I should go that's best for that" Thomas told the three sides, "I was hoping you guys could help me choose?" He asked.

Logan let out an excited breath, holding his fists up, "Satisfactory! I am...extremely filled with happy emotions because of you deciding to extend your studies!" Logan tried not to sound too full of excitement, but it wasn't fooling anyone.

Virgil shrugs, "Seems cool to me but..Is college what you really want to do? Will it full fill you in life?" The anxious side asked, "What about everything else you want to do?"

Thomas shook his head, "I don't..really want to do anything else, except Youtube but I can do both" he tells the group.

Logan cleared his throat, "Well we could try to certain fit both things but-"

Patton interrupted, "What about becoming an actor? You want to be an actor right?"

Thomas looked up and hummed, thinking for a moment about it. Thomas shook his head, "Not really, theater's kind of dumb" he responded and went back to looking at his computer.

The sides all looked at each other- Theater was everything to Thomas, what changed?

Patton chuckled nervously, "I think we need Roman here, kiddos" he announced to the group.

Logan shook his head, "I don't see why he is needed. He will just confuse Thomas and try to convince him to pursue other career paths that will not be ideal to Thomas' future." Logan didn't want the unrealistic dreams of the the creative side getting in the way of Thomas' future.

Patton looked to Virgil for help.

Virgil shrugged, "Being an actor is too... unreliable. Going to college is too much commitment..." Virgil mumbled, not sure how he felt about this.

Logan nodded, "Yes it is a lot of commitment but in the end you will be filled with more knowledge, and you can easily find a stable job to suit your life style."

Patton glanced around. He was not feeling very happy at the moment. The happy pappy father figure was starting to panic and freak out. He didn't know what was right and what was wrong.

Becoming an actor has been a dream of Thomas' for a long time. He was excellent at the art, he had the ability to go on and become huge in the acting community. He was already extremely successful in past productions.

Yet, Thomas would thrive in college. He would be able to set up a stable career to do his entire life. Would that make Thomas happy?

Morality looked to the spot that the creative side usually stood and knew there was something wrong with him. Roman took care of Thomas dreams, what makes him happy and what Thomas wanted. If Thomas didn't want to act anymore, then there was definitely something wrong with Roman.

"Guys I think we really need Roman, he's-" Patton tried to vouched for the princely boy but was shushed.

"There is no need! Now Thomas...which Colleges are you looking at?" Logan told Patton and leaned over Thomas' shoulder to be able to see the computer screen. Virgil shrugged and begrudgingly joined Thomas on the couch, slowly followed by Patton who was awfully quiet.

Roman fixed his hair right before he rose to the shared mind palace. "Greetings wonderful-" Roman paused as he spotted no one there, "citizens...?" He added slowly and uncertainly.

He knew he got up late, he didn't know he had missed breakfast. Usually another one of the sides woke him up, as they all religiously had breakfast together.

Roman felt hurt by it, it was obvious they had already been through here. Logan's book sat open on the table, Patton's dirty plate sat there along with Virgil's half empty mug. Roman sucked in a breath as he tried not to lose confidence.

He smiled to himself as he waltzed over to the table, looking at the assortments.

He his smiled turned sad as he saw the mugs, remembering when he spent multiple nights staying up just to design them. Logan's was the hardest, trying to find a calm design that would suit the boy the best. He decided on something simple and sophisticated would do for him.

flashback

Roman came running into the room from the kitchen. He could hear Patton’s loud lovely laughter as he was attacked by a puppy. He was wearing a cat-themed Christmas sweater that was a bit of a mess as Virgil tried his best to sow it together. He wasn't the best with fabric but the entire group loved the work anyway. It was a gift from Virgil's heart that made Patton happier then ever.

Logan was wearing a white button up with a mistletoe printed on the breast pocket. He also had a very colorful tie. The tie was all Christmas green but had colorful Christmas lights printed on it with little ornaments to make the entire tie look like a tree. Roman gifted him the garment last year.

Virgil was also very festive. He was wearing a red and white Santa hat on the top of his head. He wore a Nightmare Before Christmas themed sweater and black fuffly pajama pants with candy canes all over them.

Roman a customized sweater that read 'King Of Christmas' and had a golden Santa hat on it. He wore a pair of fluffy white pajama pants with little crowns all over them to create a pattern. He also wore a golden Santa hat on his head to top it all off.

Roman sat down on the couch of their shared mindpalace that all four of them had decorated to fit the season. He placed a bag on the ground beside him, full of his gifts.

Roman hugged a stuffed animal sowed to make Stitch from Lilo and Stitch. It was Virgil's gift to Roman this year, another thing that he sowed together. It had jagged stitching and none of the threads matched the fabric but Roman loved it anyway.

Roman had never felt more at peace as he listened to Logan and Virgil happily discussing a plot to a book they both had read and Patton's happy giggling and laughing as he played with puppies. Roman watched his three favorite people adoringly as they were all so happy and at peace.

Roman stood up, "Its my fabulous self's turn! All bring your attention to me!" He said dramatically and grinned charmingly. Patton looked over, trying to stifle his giggles and trying to get the puppy to stop licking his face. Virgil and Logan looked up, placing books they got for each other on their laps, and smiled at the creative side.

Roman picked up the bag, "This year I went a little small, so I do apologize" he tells the group.

"Im sure your gifts will be satisfactory" Logan told him encouragingly.

"We'll love it anyway!" Patton said loudly and happily. Virgil just nodded in agreement, a soft smile on his lips.

Roman laughed, "Thank you, thank you. The first is for my favorite paper clip and best friend here!" He pulled out the first gift which was wrapped in dark blue paper, "Logan!"

Logan looked up, slightly confused at the title that was given to him. Logan turned slightly red in embarrassment as the sides all were looking at him. Patton was smiling like crazy.

Roman handed him the small box, "I hope it is everything you have wished for!" He tells Logan.

The logical side took ahold of it. He pushed his glasses up his face before he started to unwrap the gift. Logan pulled the stings of the ribbon and neatly and carefully unpacked it.

He set the wrapping aside and slowly opened the black blue box. He reached in, pulling out an obnoxious amount of sparkling blue tissue paper. He finally pulled out the gift himself.

The mug was black with a thick stripe of dark blue in the middle. In the stripe showed Logan's favorite constellations to represent his love for astronomy. On the front of the mug showed a small version of Logan's logo of the brain and glasses, under it was cursive letters that said "Logan"

Patton let out a soft 'Woah' as he looked at the mug. Virgil even looked impressed. Best of all Logan looked at it with wonder and a sparkle of love in his eyes. As he processed the cup and the hidden meanings behind it, he slowly let a smile fill his face.

"This is certainly ideal...and has excellent craftsmanship" he tells Roman, extremely impressed with it as he turned it, looking at each of the constellations. He set it down on the coffee table before standing.

Roman's grin turned into confusion and slowly into shock when Logan gave him a firm and quick hug. He pulled away quickly- as Logan hated physical contact.

"Thank you, Roman" Logan told the creative side.

Roman couldn't have grinned wider.

Roman grinned at the cup. He reached down and picked up Logan's bookmark and set it between the pages of his book. He closed it gently and pushed in the chair. He picked up the empty tea cup and the book to put them away. Roman set the book on the table beside the couch, knowing that's where Logan usually resided in the evenings.

Roman headed back to the kitchen and cleaned out the mug. He set the mug back in the cupboard next to his own.Roman returned to the table and went to Patton's things. The plate was covered in syrup yet no pancakes were left. Roman picked up Patton's mug.

Patton's mug was the easiest to figure out what to put on it. Patton was more open with his emotions and about things he loved.

Flashback

Roman looked at Logan, "No problem, friendo!" He told the logical side and patted his shoulder.

Patton snagged the cup to look at it, sitting cross-legged on the floor by Roman's feet. Logan sat on the couch like a normal person. Virgil perched on the coffee table- as the kid liked to find places you're not supposed to sit and sit there. Roman sat back down on the couch, the opposite side of where Logan sat. Roman pulled out a pale blue box with yellow ribbon around it. Patton gasped and set Logan's cup down after looking at it. Embarrassingly hasty, Logan snatched the mug back.

Roman handed Patton the box while Patton bounced excitedly. Patton was less neat with the box and ripped it open like a child. He tore the gold sparkled tissue paper out and ripped out his own mug.

"Its SO beautiful!" Patton screamed, "I love it!" He hugged the mug to his chest.

This mug wad a pale blue with yellow boarders on the rim of it. The handle was also yellow. It had white clouds everywhere white kitten faces. On the front was a rainbow and under the rainbow's arch was Pattons logo- a heart with glasses. In a gold print it said 'Patton' in cursive.

Roman laughed as Patton squealed over his gift. Patton stared down at it and started rambling about everything on it.

"Oh my gosh there are kitties! And clouds!! And look at the rainbow! There's my name!" He gasped at the porcelain piece of work. Roman grinned widely. He had never been happier to see his work be appreciated and loved by his fellow sides. Patton set the mug down before springing off the floor and tackling Roman in a hug. Roman let out a soft 'oof' yet laughed with Patton.

"Thank you thank you thank you!" The childish father figure repeated as he squeezed Roman. Roman hugged him back loosely.

"I am overly joyed you like it Patton!" He tells him. Patton eventually pulled away and nodded viciously.

"Its perfect!" He giggled quieter as he grabbed the mug and skipped to the kitchen to put something in it.

Roman watched him go then looked down at the two other sides. Virgil and Logan were watching Patton with adoring expressions as he hummed and poured tea

Roman grinned and picked up the plate, fork and bottle of syrup. He gripped the lightly colored mug and headed back to the kitchen. He ran the dishes under the water before finding a sponge and making sure all the sugary substances were off all of it.

After so, Roman returned the plate and the fork back to their own cupboards and drawers, and the syrup back to the pantry. Lastly Roman opened the cup cupboard and placed Patton's mug neatly next to Logan's.

Roman shut the doors to it gently. He looked over and saw just Virgil's lonely mug sitting at the table.

Roman walked over to it, picked up the mug, and turned it in his hand. Virgils was decently easy to come up with yet took the longest to actually make.

Flashback

Roman, Logan and Virgil waited for Patton to return. The happy heart bounced back quickly but with his mug full of tea and lots of sugar. Virgil began to slowly move backwards and shrink into himself. The anxious side knew he was next for gift receiving and started to feel anxious about it.

Roman grinned at the side, "Come over here, you emo nightmare" he waved him over.

Virgil hissed at him.

"Calm down there, black panther, ill come over to you" Roman laughed as he pulled out a dark purple box with black ribbon. He stood and extended his arm to Virgil who carefully took ahold of the box.

Virgil gently placed the box in his lap and carefully removed the ribbon, before gently tearing into the paper. He opened the plain box underneath to reveal black tissue paper with purple and blue sparkles in it.

Virgil lifted a mug out of the box, similar to the others. Virgil's mug was hand painted all different purples to make an ocean. Roman spent the longest on this one, getting every small detail perfect of the scene. The front of the cup had Virgil's logo and in cursive silver letters it read 'Virgil' under it.

Everyone was silent for a moment as they looked at the mug. Roman curled back a little with insecurity.

"I-I know its not your style or anything but I know your favorite color is purple! And plus you're like an ocean- deep and mysterious and uh....beautiful" Roman's face was rising in heat as the other sides stared at him. Virgil's eyes widened before he looked away from Roman. The creative side panicked and quickly moved on.

"Plus!" He said overly loud and let our a nervous chuckle, "Photos of nature, like the ocean, is supposed to calm anxiety... So...yeah.." Roman explained himself. He was so proud of Virgil's but he was feeling so incredibly insecure about it now that he was getting so little response.

Virgil suddenly sniffed. Everyone’s eyes shot to him.

"I hate you" Virgil told Roman. Roman's heart dropped, dread filling his body. He was so convinced Virgil would like it- now he just made Virgil hate him more then he did before.

Virgil wiped his eyes, "Its beautiful and I love it" he tells the other sides. You could visibly see relief in all their expressions.

Roman was so confused, "Then why do you still hate me so?" He asked Virgil. The kid wiped his face and looked up at Roman. He had a genuine grin on his face.

"You're ruining my tough dark persona by giving me such a thoughtful gift" he confessed and let out a gentle chuckle. He looked down at the mug with a grin and held it close.

Roman smirked, "Tough and dark? You're wearing a Santa hat and a Christmas sweater"

The sides erupt in laughter. They were all so sincerely happy.

Roman chuckled out loud to himself as he looked at the mug. He pushed in the anxious side's chair in and walked to the kitchen sink. He gently set the cup down, letting a soft 'clink' echo through the empty kitchen.

Roman picked up a rag and dampened it. He made his way back to the table and wiped it down. Once it was adequately cleaned he returned to the sink. He poured out the now cold coffee and cleaned out the cup. He was careful to clean it properly.

He dried off the mug and walked to the cup cabinet. He swung open the door and placed Virgil's mug next to the other 3 to complete the set. Roman grinned at them, seeing all 4 of the mugs lined up.

Roman looked at his own mug, reaching in and pulling it out. He had made it himself aswell. He cradled it in his hand.

Roman frowned at it.

Flashback

Roman's laughter died down eventually and Virgil placed his mug too the side. Roman stood up, happy to have finally gifted the sides his creations.

"Do you want to know what else is quite awesome?" He asked the other sides.

"Nothing can be more cool them these incredible cups! We can have a big T party!" Patton giggles as Logan groaned.

Roman chuckled at the father figure, "This may not be as cool as you're mug but I believe its absolutely perfect in every way" he told them dramatically. He heard a giggle from Patton and a grunt from Virgil.

Roman reached into the bag and pulled out a fourth mug.

This mug was all white with gold glitter spread thinly around it. The rim was spiked up to make a crown-like shape at the top. The crown was gold and had shiney gems on the front and around it- all of them red. The front of the mug had Roman's logo on it- the red crest with a castle on it. Under it, it read 'Roman' in cursive letters.

Roman beamed.

Logan snorted, "Typical"

Roman's smile faltered. He looked at Virgil who smirked, "Made yourself a Christmas gift? That's a new low" he mumbled and looked down at his own mug.

Roman's smile faded, "I didn't make it for myself! I mean well-" he was cut off.

"Who did you make it for then?" Logan asked with a teasing grin on his face. Roman knew they probably didn't mean it but he still felt hurt by their accusations. He never tried to be self centered, he always pushed to care for others. He was the romantic side- he felt empathy any sympathy and always did his best to woo his fellow friends. He hated being accused of being full of himself.

"Well, me. But not because I-" Roman tried to respond but was cut off again.

Virgil chuckled, "Of course he made one for himself" he commented.

Patton grinned, "I think its cute!!" He added into the conversation.

Logan shrugged, "Its a bit...uh...narcissistic- I mean self absorbed- I mean odd" he admitted and fixed his glasses.

Virgil shrugged and leaned back, "Only making us mugs so you can have one too? Tsk tsk, Prince" Virgil teased as he 'shook shame' at him with his fingers.

Suddenly there was a loud ding.

Patton gasped, "Cookies are done!" He yelled and jumped up. Virgil and Logan started chatting about the upcoming cookies and weather or not Patton has burned them.

Roman looked down at his own mug silently, suddenly hating the work in his hands. He admired it for a moment, "I made it so we could all match...like A family" he muttered but it was too quiet to be audible. The other sides continued to chat as Roman set the object aside.

Roman felt his eyes sting, remembering how he felt at that time. He burrowed his eyebrows together and scrunched up his nose to avoid letting the tears fall. Roman closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He gripped the mug tightly and ran his other hand over top of it.

When the creative side opened his eyes and looked at his mug, it was now blank. The sparkly, golden and colorful mug was now just a simple white mug- all of its designs gone.

He let out a sigh and placed the white mug on a shelf above where it sat before. The now white cup sat next to the rest of their plain mugs and apart from the three special ones on the shelf below. It blended in too well for Roman's liking.

Roman looked at the 3 mugs without the 4th one. It looked better now.

Roman gently shut the cupboard and let out a deep breath, feeling an anvil in his heart weighing him down. He took one last look around the empty room before heading back to his room.

He was too busy thinking he didn't notice how transparent his hands had become.

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vitaminhosh · 7 years ago

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prince!seungcheol

anon requested: “prince cheol i will lvoe u forever”

pairing: seungcheol x reader

under the cut bc it’s ridiculously long

oH boy i am so ready for this au

one of the most charming and endearing princes out there??

there isn’t anyone one within a 100-mile radius that dislikes seungcheol like..... have you met him

and anyone who does kind of feel some sort of dislike towards him

they see him smile and oops

how did I not like him before?? he’s an angel??

he is genuinely hard working and kind hearted though, he works very hard to make the lives of his people better

when he was younger and wasn’t allowed to go out he would have to learn about the kingdom’s history and,, all the war and bloodshed absolutely broke his heart

he swore that when he was older he would never allow something like this to happen again

when he was finally allowed to go out and saw some of the people struggling to just make do, he was determined to make a change

nowadays he makes it his mission to go out and meet everybody and see how they’re doing as often as his busy schedule allows

he’ll have lunch in the town and chat with the people, anyone who saw from the outside wouldn’t even suspect that he was royalty and just think that it was a table of old friends

plus his absolute favorite meal of all time is in this small shop tucked away in one of the small streets in the heart of town, and it was,,, a burger

sure the food in the palace was obviously amazing with top chefs cooking there and all but,, nothing really beats the burger made in this small shop that people barely even knew about

we all know seungcheol will be a well-dressed prince

like,, he won’t want to be super over the top in full on capes and stuff but,, he sure as hell isn’t just walking around town in sweatpants or something

he cares about his image okay

(even though everyone will swoon even if he were to go out in sweatpants and a hoodie)

everyone in his kingdom is basically in love with him

as are the people in neighboring kingdoms

and far away kingdoms

the other princes are jealous

have you seen his smile though? it can cure diseases

he takes his responsibilities very seriously, but obviously, he’s still a young man who likes to have fun and gets bored too

he doesn’t like to sit still, so when he’s finished with all of his duties he’ll be off to go do something

even at odd times at the night, you can find him in a nearby kingdom trying to find this specific comic book or something

people don’t find it weird anymore

“oh look prince seungcheol is here again did you want more of these sweets?”

he’s often seen hanging out with the other princes when he can

the people die when they see their princes hanging out together

has public social media accounts but also secret personal ones

spams the group chat full of princes,, just because he can

ok enough background stuff onto you and cheol

you work in one of those small tucked away shops that prince seungcheol likes to frequent

however you’re not from this kingdom, and you only work the night shift so it’s not like you know a lot of people or much about this kingdom

you’re just taking this job to try and make some cash while you’re away from home traveling, you happened to choose to stay here indefinitely

you’re not entirely sure who this strangely good-looking man is who only comes in at 3am every week is but ?? business is business plus you’re not gonna judge,, it’s not like you’ve never had cravings for junk food in the middle of the night too

since it’s late at night cheol is dressed in very casual clothes so nothing really gives away the fact that he’s actually the goddamn prince of this kingdom

since he comes so often plus he just likes to get to know people he makes small talk while you gather up his stuff

after a couple of weeks, you soon become kinda like friends ?? it’s a weird circumstance but hell it’s 3am nobody’s really functioning well enough to question this

you’re sitting at the counter on your phone when the bell on the door rings signalling another customer

you just know it’s him again cause,,, not many people would be here at this ungodly time of night so you don’t bother looking up

you stop scrolling through instagram when you hear tutting in front of you

“I should complain to your manager you know- I’d rate this customer service a 1/10″

seungcheol watched as you finally looked up and chuckled at him

“sorry old man..... how can I help you, your highness”

seungcheol froze- did you finally find out who he was?

the reason he was so interested in you was because you didn’t seem to know who he was, and treated him like a normal person

his mind was going 100 miles a minute until you suddenly snorted

“god imagine it,, you ?? a king ?? pfft”

he smirked once he realized he wasn’t busted

“what do you have against me being a king huh?”

“idk man what kinda king buys junk food like three times a week at 3am,, plus ur a dork”

“wow,,, is that all i am to you,,,,,, a dork,,,, im hurt”

you smack his arm before starting to scan the things he’s put down on the counter

“how do you eat all this and stay in shape... tell me your secrets”

“god given metabolism sorry sweaty you can’t buy this :-)”

you snorted once again as you begin to pack his things into a paper bag

“did god accidentally spill all the ego into you as well”

“well i mean to help god out i do go workout too feel free to join me if you’re not too unfit to keep up”

“uhhh excuse me who are you calling unfit..... give me a time and place and I’ll fight beat you in a race”

“fine when do you get off tomorrow I’ll walk you to the hill and see who can get to the top first”

and that’s how you ended up at the bottom of a hill at 5am with a man you’ve never seen outside the shop

“whoever wins gets treated to breakfast”

“wipe that smirk off your face seungcheol I’m not getting beat by you”

surprise surprise,,,,, you lost

unfortunately he was much faster than you thought he would be

you were both lying on the grass, panting from running up a sizable hill

you punched his arm

seungcheol sat up, mouth open as he was about to whine when a voice came from the bottle of the hill

“your highness! there you are! you were supposed to return an hour ago you father will find out you’ve been out!”

seungcheol’s eyes widened before cursing under his breath

“I gotta go but you still owe me breakfast okay I’ll explain everything tonight ok bye !!”

you just sat there in shock as seungcheol dashed down the hill, even faster than before as the worker followed behind him

“y-your highness?”

you had flashbacks to seungcheol smirking when you laughed at the idea of him being king

you make your way back home, with a permanent blush on your cheeks and a million thoughts in your head

how could you not know that he was the prince?

oh god you’ve been smacking the prince for weeks when he makes a stupid dad joke

you can’t sleep that day and when you’re back in the shop you’re barely conscious

you’re too tired to even think about seungcheol saying he would explain tonight

when seungcheol comes in and makes his way over to the counter, he expects to find you on your phone again but instead sees you asleep on the counter

he smiles softly before grabbing an old receipt and a pen and writing a note

“sleeping on the job? strike two y/n. I really should complain to your manager, guess I was just too fast for you ;). I’ll be back tomorrow, get some rest. p.s. you might want to wash that hoodie, you drooled a little bit”

you woke up with a panic when your phone chimed at 5am, reminding you it was time to close up

oh god seungcheol was supposed to come

after you finally orientate yourself you notice the note on the table

after reading the note you flush red again

oh god you were asleep in front of the cute prince and d r o o l e d

you stumbled home after closing up and immediately went to sleep

later that day you rushed to the shop, almost late since you were so tired you slept through your alarm

as 2 am came around the bell on the door rang and you sat up straight

seungcheol didn’t usually come till around 3 so you assumed this was an actual customer

"I hope you washed that hoodie before coming back here tonight”

you looked down and noticed that you were in such a rush that you didn’t even change out of last night’s outfit

flushing pink, you quip back with a “so what if I didn’t huh”

seungcheol finally appears from around the shelf

“its a bit gross i gotta say”

“not as gross as you”

seungcheol looked at you with a soft smile on his face, trying to get the words in his head to form coherent sentences

“im sorry”

you looked at him with a blank face

“what for ?? i mean i know its kinda gross but like i was gonna be late for work and-”

“no, I’m sorry for not telling you”

you sat there with your mouth half open and closed it before looking down at your hands that were on the counter

“it’s okay”

he took your hands in his, making you look up

“it’s not, I shouldn’t have kept it from you. I’ve just never had someone treat me like everyone else and it was... refreshing. But you deserved to know, I was being selfish. I’m sorry”

you gave seungcheol a soft smile, giving his hands a soft pat as he looked down at his feet to try and get his attention

“seungcheol really, it’s fine. I understand why you did it, I’m not mad”

“I still feel bad, it wasn’t right. You should be mad”

“well I mean I am....”

seungcheol looked up, ready to apologize again

“but only cause you beat me in a race,,,,, outrageous”

you smack him again, trying to lighten the mood

“but a deal is a deal, and I still owe you breakfast”

seungcheol started giggling, and you swear your heart skipped a beat

“im trying to be serious here and all you care about is getting beat”

“cheol, i really don’t mind. plus, I’m a woman of my word, I can’t have you owe me, that’s ridiculous”

“I’m busy later, how about you just treat me to a late night snack here instead”

fast forward to a couple weeks later, and you’re back at that hill waiting for seungcheol to come so that he can introduce you to his prince friends as you have a couple of days off

you can actually hear them before you see them

who’s even surprised at this point it’s seungcheol + 12 rowdy boys

“guys please don’t be embarrassin- oH hi y/n you’re early hahaha”

“hi I’m jeonghan are you cheol’s girlfrien-”

seungcheol shoved the guy out of the way before he could finish his sentence

“sorry,,, my friends are idiots”

you chuckled as seungcheol sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, a light pink dusting his cheeks

“don’t worry, I like them”

“wE LIKE YOU TOO Y/N”

you giggled before heading over to the group of guys to go meet them properly

seungcheol stood still for a second, watching you introduce yourself to his friends a couple feet away

jeonghan came up to him, watching you with him

“when are you gonna ask her out, I thought you were going to the other day when you guys hung out at her place”

“she was tired so I let her sleep, some other time jeonghan”

they headed back to the group and you turned to them as you noticed the two join the circle

“cheol !! is it true that you tripped over a log and fell into the lake while trying to impress a girl when you were 6? i knew you were a dork but I didn’t think it was that bad”

“wHAT ARE YOU GUYS TELLING HER”

as the day began to end and everyone had to head back, seungcheol insisted on walking you back to your apartment

you had refused at first, but you were tired and it was late

when you got to your place you turned to seungcheol, about to thank him for walking you back when you saw him looking nervous

“cheol, are you okay? what’s wrong?”

“nothing,, I just,, y/n would you want- I mean- do you,, uh,,,, will you,, go out with me?”

you could barely hear him as he was mumbling but you just managed to catch his words

you put your hand on his cheek and pressed a quick kiss onto his other cheek

“of course seungcheol, it’d be an honor”

you smiled and said goodnight before heading inside

seungcheol stood there, frozen in shock as you had not only agreed but ???? you kissed his cheek ?????

you began to get ready for bed, a smile and a light blush on your face

you can’t believe you’re dating the biggest dork on the planet

seungcheol, on the other hand, was shouting at jeonghan down the phone; he practically skipping home

a/n: this is,,,,,, the longest thing ever im so sorry i got excited about this au

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rowdy-revenant · 7 years ago

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The Beauty of a Beast - part 8

Characters: Lucifer (Novak), Castiel (Novak), Jack Kline (Novak), Charlie (Middleton) Bradbury, Balthazar (Bradbury), Chuck Shurley, Asmodeus, unnamed Queen

(Future) pairing: Gabriel x reader

Words: 1500+

Beta-reader: @nobodys-baby-now

Warnings: Mentions and depictions of minor character deaths, abandonment, child abuse

Chapter summary: The pasts of Gabriel and his servants are told

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Part 8 - Days in the Sun

Kelly Kline didn't live to see her son. All those conversations of raising a child together and she never even got to hold her first born. It broke Lucifer's heart.

Their son was named after Kelly’s father. That was chosen name if the baby was a boy. Jack Kline Novak, Kelly’s last name as Jack’s middle to honour her.

Lucifer did his best to raise his son alone. He used his talent of playing the piano to entertain at parties and events, earning just enough to get by. He even taught little Jack how to play, his son sitting on his lap, little toddler hands pressing the keys at random, creating beautiful musical chaos. It reminded Lucifer of how he and Kelly would sit side by side to play duets.

It was the day when his brother came to visit that Lucifer’s life changed.

Castiel Novak, Lucifer’s younger brother, sharing his blue eyes but with dark hair in contrast to his blonde. He worked as the head chef at the royal palace, a tall and impressive building about an hour’s ride from Lucifer’s village. Lucifer was a little jealous of his younger sibling’s success.

“You could work for the prince too.” Castiel suggested. “He entertains guests often. I could get you a position working for him, playing music at parties.”

“But Jack-”

“Jack could come with you. You can live in your own quarters. Some other servants can help you raise him.” Castiel assured. “When he gets old enough, I'm sure he could get a job of his own too, earn a little more.”

Lucifer looked at his son, sleeping on a mattress on the floor of the room the two shared. Jack deserved better than this. Lucifer accepted the offer, and thanked his brother.

Crowley couldn’t remember his mother. Not in the way that you can’t remember the face of a stranger you met once, or the way you can’t tell if something was a memory or a dream. He just couldn’t remember her.

Fergus knew his father left them before he was born. He knew his mother raised him, but every time he tried to picture her face, it would just become a blur. No face, no voice, no name. He woke up one morning when he was younger, alone. It was like waking from a dream.

Maybe that’s all she was.

The name Crowley seemed foreign on his tongue. Fergus Crowley. It seemed off, like his last name was an alias. But he was always Crowley, right? Your last name doesn’t change at random.

Still, the name Crowley soon earned a reputation. Fergus would shine shoes to earn enough money to get him by. One day, when Crowley was just in his teens, a tailor showed up at his stand. Fergus muttered something under his breath.

“I beg your pardon?” The tailor asked.

Crowley looked up at him, his face growing red. “I said those shoes don’t match your outfit. They’re far too casual.”

The tailor chuckled in amusement. “Perhaps you’re right.” The man stood, handing the boy some money. “Perhaps if you stop by my shop later, you could show me a better pair.”

So Crowley went to the tailor’s. It was a whole new world for him. The tailor saw the boy’s eyes widen at the sight of the fabric, the pins, the thread, and offered him an apprenticeship.

So a new life began. Fergus had an eye for fashion. He could design, make, and mend clothes like nobody else. He soon took over for the tailor when the older man retired.

Crowley never forgot where he came from though. He’d use leftover scraps to repair the clothes of people who couldn’t afford new ones, often for free, though some insisted they give him what little money they could spare.

Fergus Crowley’s career flourished in his village, until one day he had a special request. A letter from the prince (though not directly from the prince, just written by one of his servants by the name of Charles) arrived. It said that a guest at a recent ball had been wearing something Crowley made. The prince Gabriel wanted an outfit too, only better. The opportunity, and the reward, were too much to refuse.

After more and more requests for increasingly intricate outfits, Crowley sold the shop and moved to the palace to work full time as the prince’s personal tailor.

Charlie Middleton and Balthazar Bradbury had known each other since they were children. The two were best friends- and in an arranged marriage. Both loved each other, that was true, but not in the way their parents wanted them to. Neither wanted the marriage, but neither had the courage to refuse it.

Balthazar took his fiance up on a hill to watch the sun set. The two sat side by side as they watched the colours of the sky change.

“So…” Charlie muttered. “Wedding’s soon…”

“Indeed it is,” Balthazar replied. “Mr and Mrs Bradbury…”

They sat in an awkward silence for a bit before Balthazar spoke again, “I don’t want to marry you.”

“What?” Charlie asked.

“I’m sorry! You’re a lovely woman, and my best friend, but- but I can’t see you as anything else but a friend,” Balthazar explained.

“Oh thank god!” Charlie sighed with relief. “I didn’t want to marry you either.”

“You don’t?”

“No! I… I like girls!”

“That’s okay! I like men!” Balthazar replied. “And women. I like both.”

The pair fell into a fit of laughter, glad to have their feelings off their chests and glad the other felt the same.

“So friends?” Charlie asked.

“Friends.” Balthazar agreed. “I don’t think our families will take no for an answer though.”

“Well, we could get married for them, and… be open to other relationships?” Charlie suggested.

Her fiance smiled. “Agreed. Hell, we could even move to a place where nobody knows we’re us and just… live our lives. What do you say?”

“I’m in.”

The Shurleys had worked for the royal family for five generations. They always held high positions in the castle, advising, planning, organizing, and a great deal more.

Charles was three years older than the prince, though the pressure put on him by his family to succeed and continue tradition forced early maturity on the boy.

Gabriel and Charles, though the prince called him Chuck, grew close. The two would get into trouble together quite a lot. Sneaking into the kitchen to steal sweets, running around in the garden and getting messy, making book forts in the library.

Gabriel’s mother thought it was sweet that her son had a best friend. Gabriel’s father did not. The man was strict, cold and power hungry. Mercy was weak. Friendship was weak. Love was weak. Weakness was unacceptable.

Gabriel was ten when the queen got very, very sick. She spent all day in bed, growing paler and weaker each day. Gabriel never left her side, so by default, Chuck never left his.

“She’ll get better, right?” Gabriel asked his friend with a whisper, looking over at his mother.

Chuck’s words were stuck in his throat. “I don’t know…”

The doors to the queen’s chambers slammed open. “Out,” the king growled, advancing towards the Chuck. The boy quickly nodded and, after one last glance back at Gabriel, he rushed out.

“Asmodeus, he’s just a boy-” Gabriel’s mother feebly protested.

“He’s a servant,” Asmodeus growled. “You hear that boy?” He asked Gabriel.

“But- but he’s my friend!”

“He’s not your friend,” the king spat. “You’re royalty, royalty don’t make “friends” with peasants.”

Gabriel nodded, amber eyes glancing back at the door his friend- his servant left through.

Days passed. The queen’s health got worse.

“Gabriel,” she whispered. “Step closer.”

The prince did as he was asked.

His mother’s skin was white as snow, her voice as faint as a breeze. Shakily, she lifted a bony hand and held out a book to her son. Brown leather with a rose painted on the front and the hand-painted words ‘The Sonnets of Shakespeare’. “This is for you. Read it and think of me.”

“But you’re going to get better!” Gabriel protested. “You can read it to me!”

“I’m sorry, Gabe,” the queen replied. “I’m sorry. I love you.”

“Mother?”

She was silent. Her amber eyes looked at him and saw nothing.

“Mother!”

Asmodeus firmly put his hand on Gabriel’s shoulder. “It’s time to go. Let the servants take care of this.”

“No!” Gabriel screamed. He tried to pull away from his father’s grasp and move to his mother’s bedside. “Let me say goodbye! Let me tell her I love her!”

“It’s too late for that.”

“No it’s n-”

The king struck Gabriel across the face and the prince went silent with a whimper. Gone was anyone who could get in the way of Asmodeus’ rage. “You listen to me, boy. Your mother is dead. She isn’t coming back.”

The blow on his cheek stung, but Gabriel’s heart ached even more. It was broken, and all the love had been drained from it. The prince’s heart became like ice, and the prince became like the king. He didn’t love anymore. Love was weak. Weakness was unacceptable.

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peachyhyvck · 7 years ago

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some of my favorite pics of mark lee

author's note: yes bitches, I'm back with another!! this one’s a tad bit different from the last, and its got almost double the amount of pictures,,, but I hope you still enjoy it, nonetheless! this pic set includes waayyy too many categories to list off so you're just gonna have to look through them and see for yourself! (’; sO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, HERe are,, my favorite pics of mark lee:

cute mark:

okay, but mark’s selfies are always so damn precious and they never fail to put a smile on my face

I LOOOVVEEEEE THIS PICTURE WITH ALL MY HEART!!!!! THE WAY HE GRADUALLY COVERS HIS FACE MAKES MY HEART MELT HOLY MOLY

everything about this picture is just perfect... his smile is so facking cute, and do you sEE THAT LIL DIMPLE???? ADORABLE.

I honestly don't know what the hell is going on in this picture, but his facial expression is so fucking cute that I'm squealing like a damn pig rn so,,,,

never mind - E V E R Y FACIAL EXPRESSION HE HAS IS JUST SO PRECIOUS AND I REALLY NEED TO FIND SOME NEW WORDS CAUSE IM JUST REPEATING MYSELF OVER AND OVER AGAIN AT THIS POINT!!!

I remember watching this for the first time and,, I kid you the fuck not,, I actually threw my phone across the room

wow..... I've never been sO soft!! for someone in my entire life.......

these might just be my 2 favorite pictures of mark lee....?? I mean, I say that about every picture, but these 2??? utterly flawless.

candid mark

I looovveee his damn hair so so sooo much in these last 4 pictures and if sm fucks with it in any way, shape, or form,,, you best watch the fuck out........ (lmaoo this was before sm went and fried his hair aGAIN but tbh I expected nothing less from them,,,)

he looks so smol and innocent in this picture and I'm barely keeping my shit together!!!!

he looks like a motherfucking prince in these photos!!!!!!! I mean, am I right or am I right ??!?!?!!?!%@$^&

idk man I just really love his smile and it truly brings happiness to my poor, dysfunctional, bitter soul

these pictures are THE definition of ethereal!!!!!!

I'm gonna take a moment to interrupt the ““cute”” theme I've got goin on to insert this (?) gem because idk what the fuck he’s doin but it really made me laugh so I thought I'd share

I think I just heaved the biggest content sigh in history because I just really, really love mark lee

disrespectful mark

idk who gave mark permission to be this blatantly rude but it sure as hell wasn't me!!!!

alright I'm really gonna need him to stop because I feel all shaken up and I'm Not okay with this at all

props to the camera person for holding their composure cause I sure as hell would’ve dropped Dead under such an intense gaze

“mark” and “tough” don't really fit together all that well, but looking at this picture I'm absolutely, 100% positive he could beat the living shit out of me

I HATE THIS PICTURE WITH EVERY DAMN OUNCE OF MY BEING!!!! DO YOU KNOW WHAT KIND OF TORMENT AND CHAOS THIS FUCKING PHOTO PUTS ME THROUGH??!??!!?!? IT IS THE HIGHEST FORM OF DISRESPECT AND I DEMAND THAT IT BE PUNISHABLE BY AT LEAST 5 MORE YEARS IN NCT DREAM!!!!!!

dunno what he’s doin but veins really fuck ya girl up and his arm in this photo is really testing me,,,,,,

he looks so good???? but like,, too good?????? idk. I disapprove. NEXT

these polaroids are both a blessing and a curse and the fans who got these are honestly the luckiest bitches on earth cause damn y’all really snatched yourselves a couple of winners!!!!

no no non no on Ono nono. what do you think you’re doing. stop it right now and put the fucking jacket back on!! and no more tank tops..... my heart can't handle such things........

honestly, I don't even know anymore..... I'm literally speechless......... I just don't know how its humanly possible to look That FUCking gOOD!!!! everything about this picture is messin with my head and he’s reaalllllyyyyy startin to test a bitch,,

boyfriend mark

well, damn. he’s really out here just servin us these boyfriend looks, isn’t he???

tbh it might just be because his back and chest look so Broad in these photos, but I'm pickin up some major boyfriend-ish vibes!!!

awww boyfriend mark impatiently watching the clock tick by as he counts down the minutes until he gets to see your beautiful face ((((’:;;::;

oh damn,, boyfriend mark waiting to pick you up outside your job :^]

can you just imagine walking next to mark and looking up to find him staring at you like this I'd funking DIE!!!!!

boyfie mark carrying your backpack for you as the two of you walk home from school together (((((((’’:

boyfriend mark staring at you from afar while another guy shamelessly flirts with you ;o

tbh this is how boyf mark would look whenever the two of you get into a pretty heated argument... expect the silent treatment and some intense glares

“oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! I'm late for our date!! gotta run, gotta run, gotta ru-”

shopping with boyfriend mark!!!!! (peep dat arm doe,,,,)

yeah, yeah. I know it’s just a picture of his back - but like... just picture yourself walking up to that and giving him the warmest, tightest, most affectionate backhug you could......... cause same

boyfriend mark goin to pick ya ass up while trying not to draw too much attention to himself,,, shhhh!!

pre-debut mark

okay but mark was the cutest damn child, and like,, that's a fact

LOOK AT THE INNOCENCE IN HIS EYES!!!!!!!

I just wanna tuck him into bed and read him some bedtime stories )))’:::

k I think we can all agree that mark’s mirror selfies are LEGENDARY. NEVER LET THESE DIE. EVER.

why does his outfit remind me of something justin bieber circa 2012 would wear lmao

don't come at me but like,, why do these 2 pics remind me of seventeen’s vernon......... i mean im jus sayin........

this picture? is so? precious??? caN I JUST SWADDLE HIM PLEASE??????

oh look!! this must’ve been right around the time when sm stopped allowing mark to get even the slightest bit of rest!!!

he looks like such a lil man here dear lord

the many hairstyles/colors throughout mark’s career

starting off with the 7th sense debut, we have marks.... questionable.... black, choppy, bangs-cut-too-short hairstyle!! it truly is one for the books....

moving onto fire truck era, sm kinda dropped a bomb on us with the multi-colored hair. but as crazy as orange and purple hair sounds (and kinda looks) mark actually pulled it off pretty damn well???

buT THEN IN THE MIDDLE OF PROMOTIONS THEY DECIDED TO DYE HIS WHOLE HEAD PURPLE AND BLESS US ALL!! like, I have a hard time picturing mark with extremely bright and extravagant hair colors (like hyuck or chenle) but lemme tell ya mark looked so damn good with the purple holy shit sm brinG THAT BACK!!!

and then at the end of promotions (obvs prepping mark’s hair for dreams debut) they decided his scalp hadn’t been through enough, so they bleached it and made him blonde (((’::::

dreams debut!!!!! whoop whoop!!!! they dyed mark’s hair a rose gold tinted color and honestly?? he looked hella good???? idk what I was saying earlier about not being able to see mark pull off bright and extravagent colors cause my boy absolutely slayed orange, purple AND pink!!!

now we come across the holy period that was mark’s dirty blonde hair during chewing gum promotions,,,, let’s all just take a moment of silence because of how damn Good this look was..... the color and the haircut itself were so fucking nice and tbfh i have a special place in my heart for this look

whelp..... here comes limitless!!! the BOP of the century, but also the fucking disaster of the millennium that was marks perm........... sm did my boy so dirty with this one..... as if his hair hadn't been through enough torture, they go and do THIS? sickening.

NOW WE’RE BACK ON OUR GOOD STREAK!! after the perm settled down a bit they finally realized that they needed to make up for their horrendous mistake, SO they put a lil pink in the mix and BAM!! we got our lil cotton candy baby (^=

and then the pink started to fade )))’:: leaving him with cute little pink tinted curls!!!! (((’::

MFAL (what an era.....) if im being completely honest, mark’s mfal hair is my religion. it’s not nearrlllyyy as poofy and untamed as it was before, and the little blonde curls really worked for him rip...

not to mention when they straightened it and we got our royal prince lookin ass mark lee!!!!

head shot pop,, cherry bomb was another holy era for marks hair. it had been sooo long since we’d seen dark haired mark that it pretty much threw the whole fandom into a frenzy when it happened.

tbfh his we young hair took a little while to grow on me. i’ve always loved the longer, shaggier bangs on mark, and the short bangs were giving me war flashbacks to t7s era,,,, and the shaved sides were so!!! different that idk. it just took me a while to adjust...

but I would later come to Love his we young hair because it eventually grew into this fucking beauty - which is also my faVORITE DAMN HAIRSTYLE ON THIS BOY,, HOLY SHIT!!! HIS HAIR JUST LOOKS SO PERFECT AND I JUST WANNA RUN MY FINGERS THROUGH IT AND PLAY WITH IT AGGHHJJHBPWUEB

**sigh** but then sm went and did what they always do and fucked with something that was already perfect ///: I mean, although i am pretty distraught over the loss of quite possibly the best hair style of his career, he does look mighty fine with the honey blond color so its all good (((;;

anD THEN!! THEY LITERALLY BLEW ALL OF US OUT OF THE DAMN WATER WITH THE FUCKING BRIGHT, STOP SIGN, TICKLE ME ELMO LOOKIN ASS RED!!!!!!!! NAAaahhhh I'm just playin :”)) i’ve said it so many times already, but he really can pull off just about any color and i must say, the red is really workin for him,, uh huh, uh huh, yes sir!!

the lil duck face pout

idk why he Always does this but it’s fucking hilarious and it never fails to crack me tf up

cute stage persona

LOOK AT THAT BIG ASS SMILE!!!!!!! THIS IS THE KINDA SHIT I LOVE TO SEE!!!!!!!!!! HE JUST LOOKS SO FLUFFY!!!!!!!!

y’all, i dont even know. he’s in the middle of dancing but he just looks so cute and squishy!! i had to include it

again... I have no words other than his smile is fucking. flawless.

I SHOULD BE CRINGING (AND TBH I KINDA AM) BUT HE’S SO DAMN PRECIOUS THAT I DON’T EVEN CARE!!!!!

I can totally picture in my head the dorky lil dance move he did along with that face to whoever was taking the picture and honestly,, I can’t help but smile

WHY DOES HE DO THIS?? DOES HE WANT ME TO SUFFER??? CAUSE HE’S LITERALLY MAKING MY INSIDES TURN TO MUSH!!!!!!

I have no clue what the hell he’s doing, but i could care less!!! i’m just gonna go with it!!!!!!!

omfg he’s like that one nerdy friend who tries to act all cool but just ends up embarrassing himself ((and looking hella cute while doing so)) gaAAHHhHHH

rude stage persona

mark is always facking adorable!! but the few times he decides to act all rude, he makes sure to have absolutely zero fucking mercy on us, and its Not fair!!

don’t give me that face istg imma smack the shit outta ya!!!!

he’s literally just rapping but i feel highly offended and i would appreciate a sincere apology

mark is smiling 95% of the time, but the other 5% that he’s not, he’s making faces like these^^ and im real fuckin tired of the blatent disregard for my feelings!!

I don't approve! I don't approve at all!!!! the look on his face is throwin me off and I'm confused!!!!!!

BOIII THIS MIGHT BE THE RUDEST FUCKIN PICTURE I’VE EVER SEEN AND I SHIT YOU NOT MY DAMN STOMACH JUST DROPPED!!!!!!! MY ALREADY WEAKENED HEART CAN’T HANDLE THIS KINDA SHIT, MAN!!!!!!!!! I NEED TO GO LIE DOWN,,,,,

HE’S GOT NICER ABS AND NICER UNDERWEAR THAN I DO, GOD DAMN!!!!

THE FUCKING SLEEVES ARE ROLLED UP - ABORT MISSION! I REPEAT, ABORT THE FUCKING MISSION!!!!!!!!

mark + hats = A Look I'm here for

first up, we got them bucket hats!!!! if ya ask me, mark can pull off almost any hat, and he kinda looks adorable in the bucket hats (especially with his blond curly mops fallin out of em!!!!)

now onto the snapbacks! a very typical look, yet he still looks breathtaking ((’::::

and now we’ve got the floppy hats (?) and tbh he kinda looks adorable in them???

AND WE’RE AT BEANIES ALSO KNOWN AS MY FAVORITE FUCKING HEADWEAR ON MARK LEE!!!!!! BOY CAN PULL OFF A BEANIE BETTER THAN I’VE EVER SEEN ANYONE DO IT EVER!!!!!!!!!

and finally we've got..... whatever the fuck this thing is lmao kinda reminds me of a chef hat but my boy still looks hecka fly so its gucci!!!!

BONUS: MARK IN A HEADBAND!! HEY SM, PLEASE DO THIS LOOK AGAIN!!!!!

BONUS BONUS: THE HOLY LOOK THAT IS MARK WEARING A BANDANA!! HEY SM, MAYBE BRING BACK THIS LOOK AS WELL, K THNKS!!!!!!!

idk, but I need to rant about it !!

not only is ya girl emo as helllllll because he successfully graduated high school despite his fucking insane schedule, (yeah,, I'm lookin at you sm... fight me), but these grad pics are the definition of heavenly !!!!!!!!

this boy video took me for all that I'm worth.... he just looked so? fucking? good??? like I wanna know who the fuck he thinks he is just lookin all fine and shit,,,

y’alls..... i honestly didnt even know which category to stick this beauty under because i was honestly just?? blown the absolute fuck away??? with the perfection of not only this photo, but the boy in the photo, as well??????? like,, the dark, shaggy hair along with that lil smirk are really doin some fucked up shit to ya girl and i just dont know anything anymore (((’=

not much to say about this one.... I just think he looks hella adorable crouched down into a lil ball ((’:

maRK MOTHERFUCKIN LEE HIDING BEHIND RANDOM ASS OBJECTS WHENEVER HE GETS EMBARRASSED MIGHT JUST BE MY FAVORITE FUCKING THING IN THIS UNIVERSE!!! IT MAKES ME WANNA HUG HIM TO DEATH AND NEVER LET GO!!!!!

first of all: no

second of all: No

third of all: the hell you think you lookin at?

last of all: N O

(like for real, who gave you the right to look all grown and shit?? cause I'd like to have a few words with them......)

and last, but certainly not least, we've got this golden picture of mark dressed like a middle aged, white, suburban dad.... do with it what you will (((’:::::

**all pic creds go to their rightful owners

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notformyirls · 4 years ago

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just a lil drabble about techno and wilbur smp lore i wrote because my brain needed to and im supposed to be doing hw rn. oops

It was very rare that Wilbur and Techno would ever be left alone in the castle, during the year that they both lived there. Back when Techno was busy every day training in the grounds and building up the muscle mass to become a warrior. Back when Wilbur was still freshly adopted and roamed the halls at odd hours to steal things like bread and chocolate from the royal kitchens.

It was even more rare, however, that Wilbur and Techno were not only left alone, but ran into each other. They may have been brothers, legally, and they may have both loved their father—but the king never forced them to spend time together, and they were content not to. Techno was far too distracted with trying to become independent, and Wilbur was not yet used to palace life.

But Tuesday the day of the summer festival happened to be one of these days. King Phil was off overseeing the festivities, and both princes were far too anti-social to consider going with.

Techno was taking a break from his sword studies to focus on his English studies (and he snagged an apple on the way to a library, good eats). He swung his practice blade around himself in unconscious flairs, letting his mind wander as he opened the large wooden doors. He froze in his tracks, the sword abruptly cutting off its move, as he spotted Wilbur in one of the armchairs.

Wilbur Wilbur Wilbur Wilbur Talk to him

The younger boys’ knees were pulled to his chest and a very large book was propped on top of them, so that his eyes could barely peek over the top to stare at Techno in surprise. He was scrawny, still, despite all the food stealing; his princely outfit didn’t look fit to be on him at all. His hair was curly and brown and definitely a mess, which bothered Techno (a very clean creature). He closed the geography book with an audible thump and then wrapped his arms around it, staring at his apparent brother warily. He looked utterly small and human.

Techno, on the other end, looked inhuman, which he was. He was a piglin, which are widely known as creatures from the Hell’s Nether. Luckily for him he was also King Phil’s adopted son. Nothing bad could happen to him.

“What’cha readin’?” Techno asked politely, although his deep voice drawled, as pigs often do. His pink hair was braided today, framed nicely around his soft ears. Techno thought well-done hair made your royal outfit look better.

Wilbur looked at him, suspicious. Wilbur wasn’t much younger than Techno at all, he was almost seventeen—but he seemed younger as he slid the book beside him onto the armchair and opened it again.

“Geography,” he said, much too haughtily for a teen in poorly fitting prince wear, but Techno couldn’t find it in him to care. Techno never exactly found it in him to care. His instincts usually told him that the Overworld was unnecessary (except for the obtainment of gold). He’d been living here since birth, but it’s still hard sometimes.

E E Wilba What’s this then Weird Kid lol E

Techno crossed the space from the door to the couches and collapsed very impolitely into the loveseat opposite from Wilbur. The human teenager raised and eyebrow at him, but didn’t do much else.

“Sounds real interestin’,” Techno mumbled, letting his head rest back on the cushions. His crown slid off a little bit, but that was okay. He was feeling a little weird about talking to Wilbur. Was this the second or third time they’d ever even spoken? They’re supposed to be brothers. Legally, at least. Both the princes of this kingdom.

In the armchair, Wilbur sniffed and rubbed his nose with his sleeve. “It is. I didn’t really know about this stuff when I was… you know, on the streets.”

Techno opened one eye to see Wilbur’s expression, but the human boy wasn’t even looking at him anymore. He was back engrossed in his book. Techno watched him for a moment, enjoying the comfortable silence.

“Quiet is nice. I wish things could be quiet like this all the time,” Techno said airily, despite being the one to interrupt the quiet. Wilbur, not really paying attention, made a small “mm” noise in agreement.

“The voices in my head get kind of annoying, you know,” Techno went on, running his fingers along the edge of his blade. He was going to get a real one when he turned eighteen in a few weeks. He couldn’t wait.

“Huh?”

Techno looked up to see Wilbur giving him an incredulous glance. Man, it was hard to take him seriously with that birds nest of hair.

“Nether voices? Like spirits from hell?” Techno tried, letting his eyes fall closed again,

What haha Tell Wilbur No What just hit him

“You know, Techno,” The piglin hears from the other. “You’re really weird.”

Techno just snorts and doesn’t say anything else. Wilbur goes back to his book, and then later, they go their separate ways.

They don’t speak again, before Techno leaves to make his own living as a warrior at eighteen.

He hears in a letter from Phil a year after that Wilbur has run away from home.

Phil is distraught, and Techno offers some fancy words of what might be comfort. And he thinks about the man that might’ve been his brother, once.

But they never knew each other. And they probably never would.

The blonde kid in front of Techno puffs up, his scraggly blonde hair making him look pitiful. He’s dirty, and the armor he’s wearing is pathetic.

Techno gazes at him unworried. He’s twice this child’s size. And he’s a seasoned warrior, has been for years.

Tommy is a sixteen year old, pained by the loss of someone close to him. Unused to war. Naïve.

Punch him Fight him Say sorry Help Kill Him Blood for the Blood God Blood for the Blood God Blood for the Blood God

In the ravine below them, Techno can hear Wilbur Soot moving blocks around and singing. Singing, but nothing like the tunes he used to hum in their shared castle.

He’s something else entirely.

It’d scared Techno, the look in his former brother’s eyes when they met again. Five years and all Wilbur had to show for it was an apocalypse bunker and a plan to blow up a nation.

Techno is all about destroying cities, of course. Anarchy is what he does. It’s what he trained for, despite still wearing the crown in his family’s colors.

Wilbur, however, has never looked like that before. So deranged. So untrusting. He didn’t trust Techno at all, and the piglin privately thought Wilbur might not even remember their year in the castle. He only trusted in Techno’s ability to create chaos.

And unfortunately, that’s all he could do.

“You know, Technoblade,” Tommy starts, and he rubs some of the dirt off his chin, still determined to stand up to the adult piglin before him. Techno’s almost impressed, but he can only see a kid angry beyond reason. Close to following Wilbur. “You’re really weird.”

He glares like it’s a power.

Techno snorts, a full, hearty one, and the pig noise makes Tommy flinch (and then pretend he hadn’t).

“Definitely haven’t heard that one before,” he drawls, and something flickers in Tommy’s blue eyes. Amusement.

Techno smiles a little, his tusks clenching against his lips, and then he turns away. Royal cloak billowing in the wind.

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Chapter 10

The three came in all together successfully ending the painful awkward silence the two had trapped themselves in again.

“YO IT’S TOTO” james said waltzing in plopping down next to her on the floor “how are you?” he asked dropping an arm around her in a awkward friend way “I hope your ready to talk because I’ve been trapped in a silent room all day and it’s KILLED me, okay? Okay great!”

“okay?” she said

“Okay! So victoria how are you?”

“I’m good”

“how was school?”

“it was fine, not much happened”

“not much ever happens in school, but hey, what else is there. Okay so while you all try to make awkward conversation and dance around subjects. I’ve decided to push things along. Phinn, will you please come with me to the attic. Victoria you can come too. We’re dogging out pictures and videos”

“what?”phinn asked

“what” victoria asked

“yes! Family videos, family pictures. A long forgotten past! It will be fun! Dad’s ordering the pizza, so while he does that we gather.”

“I think it’s it’s a great idea” victoria said with a smile

“i’d love to see them! And learn more about you guys!”

“well… okay” Phinn said. “it sounds fun I guess”

“See I’m just filled with the best ideas! To the attic then!” he said shooting up and then offering and hand to victoria to help her up. He pulled through the hall and up the stairs and down the next hall, and then pulled a string that could only be seen kinda to pull down the ladder to what was most likely the attic. “ladies first” he said Stepping aside she nodes and started to climb the stair like ladder. The attic was actually quiet big and very cozy. She intently loved it.

They each grabbed one box and passed them down the ladder with james at top, and victoria at the bottom. They each carried one down the normal stairs where phillip and candy had set out juice and pretzels.

“it’s been awhile since we looked at the family pictures” phillp said taking the box out of victoria’s hands “good idea james!”

They stared with the pictures. There was ones with candy as a baby with two tired parents. But they were happy, and clearly in love.

"so that must be your mom" she said. picking up the photo lightly like it might fall apart in her fingers. its was old... maybe just not that old.

"yup' Phillip said, glancing over her shoulder at the picture with a bitter sweet smile. one filled with love and happy memories but the sadness that comes with the knowledge that they are gone. "she was beautiful... looks allot like candie" the similarities were clear. all aside from the hair and eye color, same small nose, and cheeks, her hair fell the same way both in messy tired buns for different reason. "you think?" candie said touching her face lightly. "oh defiantly" James agreed "anyone could see that... you two look allot like Phillip" James added looking to Victoria with a smile. they both sat on the floor her feet tucked under herself and him with one leg on the floor and one propped up like a half complete cris cross. she looked at the picture again, of course they were allot younger then him in the picture but she cpuld see where james was coming from. the messy curly red hair (the kind she fought so hard to keep straight most of the time.. for convenience) the flat nose, slightly pointed ears. though her and phinns hair was black but not red, but she knew that both of them must have been born with red hair... i mean she new she was, so why shouldn't have phinn? "i can see it" she said "i think its the nose" "definitely the nose" James agreed "the freckles are from mom though" phinn said droping from the couch and on the floor next to her, his usually neutral face was cracking a slim smile. and Victoria count help but smile at his smile... he had a powerful smile. "definitely" she agreed" "i think i have some home movies too" phillp said looking trough the box and pulled out some VHS tapes. Phinn, could you set up the VHS player?" "yeah sure dad" he said scamping behind Victoria and james to the small TV in front of them, candie puled the big contraption out of the box and passed it to him as he started fiddling eith the wires as sson as they got it fully set up and entered one into the player the pizza game. soon they were sitting around the tv pizza in hand watching as two tired parents just tried there best. soon two twins showed up, smiling babies. the next video they were walking and talking. phinn would trow water balloons at her, she would cover him i stickers. a few of her dressing him up as a prince or princess or mermaid and they played and danced, they were all laughing. soon one of a family reunion showed up. someone else was filming as this was the first time Phillip had been in the shot since the twins were born. Victoria watched the video with such intent. The camera was Shakey and VHS gave it a weird run down vibe. It was her, she could tell that Much. Little 4 or 5 year old her, with a matching outfit with the child version of phinn. this was the first time all night it had actually hit her that these were pictures and videos of her... maybe because these were her at the age she was taken, she took a deep sharp breath and preyed none of them heard it. They were both smiling. Phinn much quieter then her. “Hey penny, is there anybody you have a crush on?” Asked some random relative, as everyone laughed. “no, no, no, see see This is my brother phinny, and my brother is the best so all the boys should just go home cus they’re not gonna be as cool as my brother” the small red headed child said linking her arms with the boy and the adults started laughing. She couldn’t wrap her mind around it. She had no memory of any is this, of Phinn. But there she was, as a child. And they were best friends. “Nothing will ever come between us, right penny?” The younger phinn said, as the camera panned to them watching white Christmas “just like them right” “That’s right phinn, you’ll always be my best friend” The videos stopped there, and Victoria was forced to look at phinn. Who was studying her. She couldn’t help but feel the guilt from breaking such a promise she had no memory making. it went black and stared up again, everyone was considerably older, and Victoria couldn't help but notice the solemness that had over teken the room. the small girl was gone. phinn wasnt smiling anymore and his hair was black. candie was studying in the corner. "today the day! Phinn are you ready to start high school?" phinn looked up half way trough a bite of cereal with milk dribbling down his face "wot arrr uuu doinn" "sallow phinn" "what are you doing?" "today's a big day!" "... okay" the video skiped to them in the car canid was holding it from the back seat. phinn was silent and the radio quiet. the next shot was the two walking into the building together with James running ahead. thats when the video ended. "well that was fun!" Victoria said as they all started to clean up. "wasn't it phinny?" phinn started coughing on his drink. "oh... oh my gosh im so sorry" "no no no not your fault" he said "pure coincidence its fine, lots of people call me that" "no they... yes they do" james started but then phinn shot him a look. Victoria pretend not to notice. "thanks for showing thous to me" she said with a smile. "no problem" they all said. and they all cleaned in awkward silence.

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