#just realized i forgot to color the ends of his sleeves so now they're bright red 😳 oh well-

[jmoneydollarsign]

okok i know this au is literally as old as the movie itself but your honor i am in love with him

[byuniieo]

my nerdy princess

pairing: na jaemin x reader

genre: highschool!au F

word count: 1859 words

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You remember the first day you met Jaemin, It was in the middle of winter in the neighborhood park right after the first snow. You remember his pink cheeks and the beige scarf wrapped around his neck almost swallowing him in its warmth.

You remember when he ran up to you because he liked your red scarf and your Winnie the Pooh coat. He grabbed your gloved hand and dashed with you all around the park.

Maybe you’re quieter, nerdy and a lot more shy than other kids but to him you were his red princess. He gave you that name after he realized how red your cheeks turned when you got shy.

Obviously you got used to him and his unexpected actions. He was the total opposite of you but despite being opposites you guys got along well and shared many interests and had quite a lot of similarities.

Growing up he stayed by your side and you by his. He helped you grow out of your small shell and made you feel accepted and beautiful. Like his actual princess.

You had always helped him when he fell or got hurt, you’d keep him out of trouble and give him cuddles when he was feeling down.

You guys had sleepovers, play dates or lunch. Sometimes he even stayed over for dinner. Sometimes he would just come over to sit down and watch movies with you, and when you were sad he would come over and stay by your side.

In middle school you remember always being asked if Jaemin was your boyfriend. Both your parents joked about it a lot because he was always very protective of you and always wanted to see you but it wasn’t true. In fact, you weren’t even sure if he liked you and you for sure started to question whether you liked him or not.

He would always look for you, even when he had his girlfriends or when he had his bros hanging out with him, he’d always make time for you.

When you entered high school, you started becoming more “nerdy” and spent most of your time in the library studying or just staying there to rest and read a book. Even then he’d go and find you in the library and tease you by calling you “nerd” yet he’d always join you. You would sit at one of the tables to read your book or study while he’s playing video games beside you.

Sometimes he’d even read with you, but he respected your silence nonetheless.

You would go to his sport games, tag along with him to gaming cafes, and sometimes you’d go skating with him. You enjoyed your time with him just as much as he did with you, You liked making time for him and enjoyed spending most of your time with him.

Everything you had was just as much his and vice versa.

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“Na Jaemin!”

“Woah! Would you look at that? I have to go... and hide” Jaemin scratches his head and turns around in an attempt to hide behind his taller classmates in order to be unnoticed by the small raging human stomping his way.

“Nuh-uh.” You reach for his wrist before he can even try to run, turning him around and reaching for his ear you pull him the other way. You heard Jaemin’s friends whistles and howls as you pulled him through the school hallways. Jaemin obviously not liking the attention sent them a glare before flipping them off in the process of being dragged by the ear.

“Y/N, Princess!! You’re hurting me!” You feel his hand wrap around your wrist in an attempt to loosen your hold. His hands are way bigger than yours but he knows his strength and doesn’t apply too much pressure. Neither does he attempt to pull your hand away because let's be honest that’ll just hurt him more.

This is your Na Jaemin. The boy of every girl’s dreams, sadly you’re best friend and walking nightmare. Normally your friendship is full of laughter and bright smiles but Jaemin forgot to finish his part of the project that’s due by the end of the day and there’s no way, absolutely no way you’re gonna let this boy ruin your chances of passing this semester.

“Don’t call me that,” You stop and turn to meet his brown eyes and lower your hand from his ear, “You said you were going to finish your part of the project before class started but no obviously you haven’t.” Folding your arms on your chest you walk ahead of him knowing he’ll follow behind.

“Scientifically we have a couple more hours till due time, so how about we just hang out during the meantime..?” He sends you a sly smile and a playful wink.

You glare at him, “We only have till 9 to finish it and turn it in but your dumb ass didn’t finish one single page of what was needed from you in order to have it as a passing grade.”

Your fast small steps take you closer to the library not far from your school. Classes had just ended but your teacher gave your class extra time to revise and fix any errors and turn it in by 9PM to get it graded and depending on if it was turned in late or incomplete, there will be points docked off.

“Relax, We have time. It’s almost 5.” His hand reaches to ruffle your hair bringing himself to walk ahead of you leading you in the direction of the library.

“Don’t ruffle my hair,” Your hands reach up to pat down your hair as you watch him turn around and flawlessly walk backwards so that you can see him. “You’re gonna fall” Your words come out in a small mumble knowing Jaemin will tease you if he hears you worry for him. Which is exactly what happens.

“What’s that? Couldn’t hear you? Did our princess just worry for me?” He stopped in his tracks and tilted his head towards you to meet your gaze.

Abruptly stopping in your tracks, you clutch the straps of your bag and lift your gaze and meet his eyes. There's light dancing in them, colors of mischief and happiness, they're not empty or sad, they're full of colors and shades. Slowly your eyes travel to his eyelashes, his brows, his nose, the apple of his cheeks and slowly but surely his lips. You watch them stretch into a smirk and that's when your eyes snap back to meet his eyes.

“I said I hope you fall” You arm stretches out to push him lightly at his chest, “Hurry lets go you're wasting time”

Walking around him your mind clouded with so many thoughts, ‘Did he see me staring at his lips? Why are they so pretty? Why was I so attracted to him? This shouldn’t be happening’.

You failed to realize he was looking back at you.

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“I'm done!! Can we go now?” He looks up from his laptop rested on the table separating the two of you. He came in view with your sleeping form. Your head rests between your arms, you are flushed cheeks poking through the hair sprawled across your face. Your hands hidden in the depth and warmth of your sleeves, the hood of your hood slightly sliding off the top of your head.

His smile grows wider remembering the nights you guys slept together as children. He’s your childhood friend, Your best friend. The one that held your hand when you were scared, The one that protected you from bullies, and the one who gave you his jackets and hand warmers on winter school days. He packs up his things and gathers up your books and textbooks, placing them back in their places before squatting down beside your chair gently moving your hair behind your ear.

“Y/n.. Wake up, we can go now.” He gently pats your arm, watching you slowly open your eyes he stands up silently waiting for you to wake up from your small sleep.

“What time is it? Did you finish it? Did you turn it in?” You rub your eyes and look up at him while patting your hair down before covering it with your hoodie.

“It's 7. I did finish and yes, I turned it in. That's what you ask me as you wake up?” He raises his eyebrow and shrugs off his jean jacket before swinging his bag over his shoulder. “How about you ask me, ‘Oppa You worked hard, how about we go eat something at the cafe down the street?’” His voice raising a couple octaves higher in an attempt to mimic your voice, he places his jacket on your head before putting his hand on his stomach adding a small pout in the end.

You roll your eyes and pull his jacket over your hoodie while standing up, “I'm not going to call you oppa. Thank you for finishing your part of the project, I'll pay for your food as a thank you and then we're going home, okay?”

As you look up at him you realized you can't get out because where you decided to sit was almost like a booth and your only way to get out was through where Jaemin is currently blocking your way. Unless you go under or over the table but that's besides the point.

“Uh s’cuze me Jaemin. Let me get through so we can get there early.” You look down and start to fiddle with your fingers as you feel his strong gaze on you. “Uhm,. Jaem-”

“How about we make it a date? and I pay for it instead?” He tilts his head and you swear your face couldn’t have gotten any redder than a tomato.

“Huh? Wait, What?” You stumble on your words as you look up from your hands.

“Let me take you out on a date?” He comes closer to you, obviously you in your flustered state steps back.

“A date? Like we go out? Like how we have always done after studying? ” Your head tilts to the side as you curiously watch his next move while subtly moving backwards.

“Yeah but instead you come as my girlfriend” He reaches for your hand and pulls you out of your seat.

“Aye Na Jaemin if you’re messing with me i’m gonna tell auntie that you’re being a bully” You glare up at him and slap his chest with your other hand.

“No! I'm being serious! Be mine. My princess.” He grabs your other hand on his chest and holds it in place. “Only mine”

He leans down meeting your lips, softly applying pressure on your lips, slowly dancing along with his own. His hands moving your hands up over his shoulders and his own arms feeling their way down to your waist.

The sunset making its way through the squared windows giving the library a glow of an orange hue. Sun rays cascading down on the rows of bookshelves and the desks. Everything looks and feels so ethereal and angelic.

With him you’re safe. Your Na Jaemin.

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a/n: sorry it took me so long to post it was saved in our drafts for the longest of times, im just the queen of procrastination and think my work is absolute garbage and have low self esteem.

n e ways i hope y’all liked/enjoyed it >.<  

expect more (but not soon bc i procrastinate) luv ya’ll

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[princeanxious]

A Loving New Beginning- Gods of the Sky Au (Part One!) -Sanders Sides Fic

(Authors note: So, bet you guys totally forgot that I was planning on making another part to this Au, huh?? Well, After some trial and error, and some struggling with ideas and motivation, I’ve got part one, out of three/four, done and ready to give to ya’ll! This is supposed to help balance out the AU’s angst ratios a little bit to give a look into the aftermath of the Main Fic, so I hope ya’ll enjoy! Also wanna be tagged for anything to do with this AU? Let me know, I’m starting a taglist for it!)

Warnings: fluffy fluff and little else other than Virgil being a cute lil confused bean!

Check out the fanfic this fic follows after, right here! (Or else nothing will make much sense, though please heed the warnings!) There will also be art of All the Sides in the future, like this piece here! (Angst and slight blood tw for that piece tho!)

Roman is working on creating something new in his creation room inside the temple when Virgil quietly steps in.

“Hey Ro?” Roman startles slightly and his creation dissipates, thankfully he hadn't really started on it and hadn't really had anything in mind when starting on it, so nothing is lost. Virgil, however, looks guilty anyway and begins apologizing profusely.

“No no, it's okay, really. I promise, Virgil, no harm done!” He chuckles softly, patting the others shoulders as he comes to stand in front of the lunar god.

“So what was it that you wanted to talk to me about?” the solar god asks, which triggers Virgil to flush. The happiness of seeing color in the fair skin of the gods once sickly pale face bubbles inside Roman for a moment, and he can't help but smile which only causes the smaller of the two to blush more.

“U-um.. The humans, you know, with a solstice coming up, they're requesting us. They - they want all of us to attend the upcoming festival celebration..” the ravenette fidgeted with his new cape’s hem, the gold threaded designs woven into the inside to represent the stars that accompany the Moon at night glittered beautifully in the candle light. Truly, Virgil finally looked divinely ethereal, as he rightfully should have looked all this time.

“That's fantastic, my dear Luna!~ You rightfully deserve to be a part of the Solstice Celebrations!” Roman's eyes lit up bright like the star he was born for, excited and proud of the God he cared for deeply. He couldn't quite help his giddiness, reaching to take Virgil's hands into his own and twirl the shorter god in glee, heart only warming more at the precious squeak of surprise that escaped the Moon.

“Just imagine the praise, the fun, the dances! The shimmering decorations, the music, Virgil!” Roman couldn't help but pull the other close, guiding the other in a small twirling dance, ending it off by picking up the other by the waist and giving one final twirling motion before setting him down and gazing warmly into the others eyes.

Virgil still seemed thrown by the kind, caring mood Roman now treated him with, still new to the solid affection and support after working alone for so long. Locking eyes left him flustered and floundering at what to do when shown such solid respect, not to mention being spun cheerily around!

Virgil's arms had instinctively reached out to hold on to Roman’s shoulders while being spun, which was where they now rested as he attempted to gather himself. Unable to help his natural nervous tendencies, he broke eye contact and pulled his arms to his chest to fumble with his sleeves.

“Well, the thing is. Y’know those stories they write based on history? Those exaggerated dramas? Well, um.. since the um.. most recent event in history, they’ve begun to write stories about me.. about, a-about us?” Virgil seemed to flush a bit more, face twisting into something more confused, a look he often gained when frustrated over confusing things.

Roman tilted his head curiously, an endeared smile never leaving his face as he hummed inquiringly. “Hmm? About us? What about us? I know that Humans can sometimes get carried away with their exaggerations, for entertainment’s sake, but I hope it is not too bad?” Watching the nervousness flicker in Virgil’s eyes made his smile falter, concern flashing over his tanned features at the smaller gods distress. “It is not too bad, right?”

“That.. is what I wanted to talk to you about, its not bad, no. But, I just.. Don't understand it? They write.. unfamiliar endings, they assume and guess that the Moon and Sun are one in the same.” Virgil refused to meet the Sun God’s gaze, instead nervously playing with his cape once more.

“Virgil, we are one in the same. Equals within the sky, as it should have been from the start.”

“No, Roman, that.. That's not entirely what I mean.. I mean that.. they see us as lovers, write about us being forced apart by the shadows, and my sacrifice and rebirth, then write about how we then will live on as one, like Patton and Logan do. They want us to attend, together, I.. am confused by this, Roman. ”

“Why, dear Luna? Humans seek love in everything they find. Though, I sometimes think it may be the way they cope with the knowledge that I had left you all alone..” guilt flashed over the sun god’s face, but he maintained his gaze on the beautiful moon before him. “Perhaps I should follow in their footsteps, I will never forgive myself for being so wrong with you, so anything to prove my devotion to your healing wellbeing is something I wouldn’t mind taking part in.”

Virgil was even more confused now than before. Was Roman.. agreeing? With the Humans? Saying that they should be together?

“Roman I don’t..?” Virgil shyly peered up at the taller god, surprise evident in his softer features.

“You will understand with time, my dear Virgil, I promise to you.” The Sun gently hooked his arm around the Moons waist and pulled him close, gently placing a kiss upon the others forehead. “In due time, everything will be clear.”

Virgil gently gripped at the others vibrant cloak, eyes downcast with a look of bewilderment, cheeks flushed.

“Alright, Roman.. I trust you.” Romans heart fluttered at those words, heavy in meaning, the baring of vulnerability in giving them. His hand carded gently through the raven locks of the Moon’s hair, eyes soft and distant for a long moment.

“My dear Luna, if you are ever uncomfortable during the festival, if you ever need an out, air to breathe, a quiet place to calm down in, just give me the word, and you’ll have it. These human festivals can be quite fun, however I do not want want your first time in experience to be unpleasant because you have been overwhelmed.”

Virgil nodded, releasing the others cloak gently to thumb the soft fabric thoughtfully. “They say the Festival will finally be able to last all day and night, because of my Moon, Roman. I am concerned for the Humans, Roman, have they ever carried festivities in the night before? It will be dark, and dangerous, even with my moonlight.”

The Sun chuckled, soothing the ravenette’s hair back from shielding his eyes, shining gold gazing into piercing blue-grey. “Always worrying, my dear Virgil, do not fret, they have planned for this. I have already been asked to help light the flames of the festival candles once night falls. It will be a magical, glittering display, and everyone will be safe in our presence.” Leaning his forehead against Virgil's, eyes locking. “I promise to you that this festival will be far from harm and danger, it will be magical, a wondrous occasion to celebrate us, to celebrate you. With all of us now together, the humans will be safe from the darkness, for good.” The Solar god’s hand slipped from the others hair and rested gently against the Moon’s cheek, thumb rubbing soothing strokes against flushed pink skin with adoration. “With you in our midst, we are complete.”

Both gods spent a few moments in silence, finding assurance in one another’s quiet presence when all was said and done. Eventually, Virgil broke the silence by hiding his face against the taller gods shoulders, huffing out a shy chuckle, “You are so weirdly wondrous, Roman.” Saying which had earned a warm laugh and a gentle kiss upon the head in response, which then also prompted a bashful whine in reaction.

They stood there and swayed happily, content and safely uninterrupted in the warm temple room for a few more long, wonderful minutes before Roman was struck with realization.

“Virgil? I just had a thought.” Roman grinned at the inquiring hum he received, knowing the other had made himself quite comfortable against the sun god’s warm shoulder. “You have never attended a festival before..” Another answering hum, “Soo.. that means you don’t have a festival outfit!” Roman’s excitement could easily be heard mounting in his voice alone, and Virgil was left floundering again, so enraptured by the others metaphorical sunshine. Virgil mustered up enough will to tilt his head to the side, exposing his mouth enough to talk more easily, “No, I don't.. Your point?”

“My poooint, is that we need to make one for you!” In Roman’s excitement, he plucked Virgil up again and twirling him around, slowing only slightly when the other gave an upset groan in reaction.

“But Roman, why can’t I wear this? It’s already plenty flashy and extravagant..” the Ravenette whined softly, arms slipping around Roman’s neck to secure himself himself and steady their spinning.

“Heaven’s no, My magnificent Moon! You can’t wear that because that is your everyday attire, my dear! This is a Solstice Festival, a twice in a year occurrence to celebrate our balance and unity, there will be no faltering in representing your beauty, in style nor personality! These days are special, and I will not let you under-represent yourself!”

“But Roman-” Virgil paused, purposefully pausing their spin by placing his feet firmly to the ground, still holding the other close. “I don’t- I- Just because I’m not.. wearing something extravagant, doesn’t mean I’ll be under-represented..”

He watched guiltily as Roman’s excitement deflated a little, and the sigh that Roman gave wasn’t too reassuring either. “I.. I know, Virgil. I just, I just want you to enjoy this, want you to feel like a part of the sky, like you always deserved to be. I know you aren’t used to standing out, used to being at the center of attention but, just this once, I think this might.. help? Think about it this way..”

Roman slowly guided Virgil to a window, sitting on the windowsill and pulling the smaller into his lap so that they could gaze out into the night sky and the active villages below it. “Each one of us already has a themed Solstice Festival outfit, representing what we are. They all match in a way, so if you don’t wear one made to match as well, people might stare, they might question why, I just, I don’t care about the backlash we could get, I care about the caused attention that could be centered on you, because I know you are easily overwhelmed by that.” Virgil was now leaned against Roman’s chest as they gazed out at the town below, Roman’s hand carding through the smaller’s hair while the other was entwined with one of Virgil’s own. The solar god’s voice was laced with nervousness and worry, something unusual and unlike him to show around Virgil. It was after a few moments that Virgil realized that Roman had shared a very vulnerable piece of himself inlaid with worry to Virgil, and was waiting for a response in return.

“Look, Ro.. I, I get it, you’re worried about me, and, that's.. that's weird to say for myself but..” Roman’s hand gave a gentle squeeze, which Virgil returned before continuing, “But, I guess, the outfit thing doesn’t sound so bad, when you put it that way. And.. I said that I trust you, I can see that you care, and uh.. yeah.. I’m not good at this..” he earned another hand squeeze from Roman before receiving a gentle kiss on the head and a soft “Thank you.”

They stayed like that in each others arms for another few moments, enjoying the mutual quiet as Virgil tucked himself against Roman once more.

Roman would later call a monk to retrieve to remaining two gods and bring them to the temple’s creation room so that they may all begin work on Virgil’s festival attire, but for now, the two would enjoy a quiet pleasant nap together, finally at peace.

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Part Two!

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