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cosmiclatte28 · 4 years ago

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Casual Intimacy (Mark Lee x you)

a/n : it’s my soft hours I guess? I made this sweet Mark Lee imagine (well for me this is sweet. I want a boy like this... if you’re that kind of man dm me 😜)

fluff, no warning, no suggestive content but kisses, and just Mark being a wonderful man for you.

Happy Imagining Mark Lee as your s/o!

People often ask you how you can hold on to your “plain” relationship with your current boyfriend. You seriously do not like them bothering you about your relationship life, but you need to deal with it considering the fact that the man you are dating is the famous Mark Lee of NCT.

He is dorky in camera, and in real life too. You pray day and night to the angels to make sure Mark is not tripping on some random stone or bump a pole. Guess your prayer works, when you see Mark always smiling in front of the camera coping up and working so hard with his endless job.

You yourself work in a famous two Michelin restaurant in Seoul. You’re not going to lie, you met Mark lee on your duty. NCT was holding their debut birthday and you were appointed as the chef to cook for their meal that night. Apparently, Mark Lee was super fascinated by your dish and he requested you to come greet the team when your job in the kitchen is done. Your head cook lets you leave your station once desert is prepared and the plates coming into the washing room is clean.

That was five years ago, Mark Lee got love struck by your simple but attractive persona. His eyes couldn’t leave you as you answer their questions on the dishes and you congratulating them. They’re glad when they learn that you listened to their songs and followed their schedules, just that you don’t have much time to be like the other wonderful fans.

Mark Lee looked so intrigued on you and as you bow to them bidding goodbye, he just returned from the restroom. With his long legs trying to catch his other brothers, Mark happened to slip his number on a piece of tissue paper to your pocket and gave you a genuine smile plus a “thank you”.

You earned a good pay that night and even better, Mark Lee’s number.

Well, he isn’t your bias but come on who doesn’t have Mark Lee in their bias list? Want it or not, conscious or not, Mark Lee is always in the list. So, that night when you finish showering and eating a light midnight snack, you gave the number a shot.

You thought your message will never be replied, maybe Mark will have his phone in silent and only opened up messages from his contact list. You’re lucky when your notification bleeped and from that night both of you learn more about each other.

He kept your number under your name, plain business people say, you also thought maybe he wanted to call you for another dinner party. But the chats he had been sending was far from platonic business. It involves jokes, puns, memories of living in Canada (well you graduated from University of Toronto, but cooking is your passion), and even deeper like late night talks.

The relationship got deeper when Mark Lee called you one night, asking if he can meet you in the restaurant. He said he needed a good meal to write a song he was assigned for. You found no correlation between a good meal and writing a song, but believe it or not, Mark Lee came with one of the hottest selling song that month. Earning him a title of “King of Lyrics”

Since then, he called you again and again when he didn’t have the idea to write. You finally invited him over to your house when you got closer. Mark got to eat in your small dining table with a simple dish that was made with love and care that Mark said tasted better than any other dishes he ever had.

You laughed saying he is exaggerating, but Mark never exaggerates when he is with you.

“Be my girlfriend will you?” he one night asked after you teach him how to cook a proper egg. Despite him succeeding the challenge back in 2020, he still needs practice. He succeeded cooking eggs after knowing you for more than a year.

“Suddenly Mark? After you can make a perfect runny egg?” you giggle but nevertheless nodded your head.

His smile that night was even brighter than when he received any awards and praises. His eyes spark joys and emotions uncaptured by cameras. The world never knows how Mark’s true happy face looks like, but if his world is you, then the world knows!

For the first two year of dating, both of you are keeping it low. Dates happen in your house (your wage is enough to buy you a house). You always cook him foods, tried new dishes to him, earned a lot of complains on how the food is not “suitable for Korean tongue” which you always shrug off because he himself is a mix.

But thanks to his constant brave inputs, your dishes are perfectly blended and well known. News media and TV shows started to cast you in their weekend shows. You were offered a contract of a cooking show in a known broadcasting company.

Mark told you to go for it. He knew how happy you are about cooking, and his faith told him “if that is what was given for you, go for it.”

He was right. The internet loves you, they love your simple but tasty dishes. Your show was ranked the hottest that month, famous for helping college student eat a more delicious food.

NCT even did a special relay cam for it, each group were doing a challenge on following your recipes.

Mark was caught off guard on that live shooting day. His team consisted of him, Ten and Johnny.

And you may guess, things went wrong but in a chaotic fun way. When the three of them are together, they just speak in English and forgot all of the filters they should have.

Mark spilled his relationship when he accidentally said out loud “Of course I know how to do that, my girl has been teaching me that.” Mark boasted when Ten asked if Mark could make the egg benedict for their dish.

Johnny and Ten froze on screen, well the NCT members knew your relationship with Mark but they kept quiet. Mark realized what he has said was recorded and forever lives in the web. The comment section went wild and the fans are thrilled about the “mysterious girlfriend Mark has”.

He eventually spilled the truth on a press conference. You were there beside him when he faced the board director and when he sit in front of different mics and cameras flashes. No one knows but throughout the time, when your heart is beating faster than when you took your SAT and final tests, Mark Lee held on to your hand whenever you are answering a question directed to you.

The magazines are taking the favor of the rising topic, inviting you and Mark to take a photoshoot. When you were insecure about taking a picture with him (who has did countless shoots), he squeezed your arm when walking past you and gave a small proud smile as he went to change clothes while you start your personal shoot. No one saw that, but his quick reassuring squeeze boosted your confidence that day and the couple shoot was very nice! You could print that as your wedding pictures!

When the internet goes wild when they connect the theories and Instagram posts Mark and you both made (fans are the best in deciphering codes!), you now walk through the streets crowded by fans. All asking how is it like to date Mark, but not few also told you to screw off. One day when you both are going back to Canada for a winter break, the fans are crowding the way. You gulped when you have to walk pass them, but Mark looked so used to it. He just chuckled and landed a small hand on the back of your waist. With the manager hyung and bodyguard pushing to make way, you made it through the crowd with confident steps.

On the Christmas dinner, Mark was invited to your family dinner and vice versa. You had to attend their family lunch and to say you were nervous was an understatement.

“Mark, what if they don’t like me?” you asked on your bus ride to his house from the airport.

Mark laughed, he always laughed as his first respond, “Baby, it’s going to be okay. Trust me.”

You snorted, “You calling me baby is already suspicious, for three years we dated you “dude” me 70% of the time, “baby” was only like 10%”

He did the math, “Then what’s the remaining 20?%”

“You just call me “Bro” for the res of them.” You squeezed his cheek and planted a kiss there.

“I like it though, not too cheesy.”

He grew red. “Gosh I am having the Jaehyun syndrome. Why are my ears burning?!”

He was not 100% wrong, his parents were nice they grew fond of you especially when you helped his mother prepared lunch. Well you both arrived earlier and you decided to give a hand for the busy mom.

Mark sat next to you on dinner and when you were diving into a yummy Christmas pudding, his parents began asking you the “platonic questions asked to your partner”.

You almost chocked on your pudding when they asked “Are you seeing a future with Mark? Can you make our son happy and us too?”

You were not ready, you expected questions like where you work or where you live. They said “We can find all that answers in the internet, but not the answer to our question.”

Mark’s gentle kick from under the table by your side made you looked at him and he gave you that sincere smile only you have the privilege to see. He nodded slightly and shot his eyebrow to his parents side “Answer them… I am also curious of the answer.”

You grew red, it wasn’t the drink or anything, but his parent’s happy and relieved face when you nod your head and said “I am seeing a future with him, if I get both of your blessing.”

They love you and Mark was right. That night, you invited his family to join your dinner instead. The same question was asked from your parents to Mark and Mark was more than ready to marry you.

But your wedding bells did not chime that fast. He has his career and so do you, both of you just keep the stable relationship going on. Together facing the problems and obstacles in your relationship. Fights occur, bickering occur, threads of breaking up also happened once or twice… but both of you used that to build a stronger bond.

You always melt when Mark came home from a long day. After he showered and savored his dinner, he always ended up leaning on your shoulder in the big snuggle sofa both of you never regret buying. His head on your shoulder, his hand scribbling words to a paper and you whispering ideas to him which brought a big smile to his face.

Writing lyrics has been even easier for Mark, he blended your frustration with his, splattered some love words, and voila a masterpiece! People said his lyrics were relatable and both of you always keep it to yourself that “those happened in our life, no wonder it looked real.”

He always kissed you gently on your lips, tasting the faint cherry flavour of your lip balm. Mark’s lips tasted of medical lip balm, but you love it nonetheless.

You blinked and realized the flashing cameras in front of you. Oh right, someone from the hot magazine company is asking you a question.

‘Can you please repeat your question?” you asked politely to the lady holding out a mic.

She quickly nodded, “A lot of fans are wondering If you are still in a relationship with Mark. Mark was busy for the last months with projects and comebacks. And the interaction update from both of you are little to none. Fans suspected you were over with him, considering that Mark looked like he is the “plain” type in a relationship.”

You pressed a smile, hiding your urge to laugh out loud. Weren’t the fans always picturing Mark as their dream boyfriend? Why did they judge him as the plain boring type then?

You clear your throat and while looking through the crowds, you spot Mark Lee seated in the crowd with a mask and a hat, giving you a nod, and you turned your mic on.

“We’re still going strong; well I think love is not the type of grand gestures or explosive displays.” You started off and caught everyone’s attention.

“It’s made up of little things,” you felt your heart clench upon remembering all the small affections Mark always did to you. “It’s the little things Mark Lee did that say he is here, and he cared for me and that my life has intertwined so deeply into his that there was no need to think.” You take a pause to look at the audience.

Everyone looked impressed, but amongst them you catch one pair of gleaming proud eyes, the pair of eyes you’ve been waking up to for the last years, and the one you want to wake up to in the future years.

“It’s Mark’s casual intimacy that made us both stay strong and stronger.”

Applaud was heard through the room, you were holding your press conference because you were retreating from all the cooking shows and rumor has it you are going to marry Mark.

“Please pray for both of us, as we will be tying our bonds soon.” You leave the room after a bow and the man with mask and hat is already waiting for you outside the big crowded function hall.

His hand naturally makes its way to your waist and you never felt more sure to step into life with this man you love, Mark Lee.

“That was wonderful (y/n)~”

You smile, he did not dude you nor bro you nor baby you. “I love you Mark Lee,”

He leaned in for a peck behind the tinted black van window, “I love you most (y/n) Lee,” he winked and you rubbed your cheeks “Guess I have the Jaehyun syndrome now! Also I like it when you call me with that name.”

He quirked his eyebrow and smirked, “Don’t worry, you’ll be hearing that soon for the rest of your life.” He reached for your hand and kissed the knuckles.

“I met you thanks to your amazing handy work in cooking unforgettable dish.”

You rolled your eyes, “You were so amazed on my egg benedict Mark! How is that an unforgettable dish?”

He shrugged his shoulder, “I don’t know, something about you, cooking, and love made me this love struck and awfully amazed by simple things you did.”

the end

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girlboss-molina · 4 years ago

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Be Who You Are (No Compromise)

A Julie and the Phantoms Modern Royalty AU

Chapter 1: Introductions

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Words: 5543

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Alex POV

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Of course.

Of fucking course.

He’d known it was coming, yeah, but that didn’t change the fact that, despite his friendship with Princess Julie, Alex had no desire to marry her. And now, after begging not to be married off, he was still stuck in this deal.

It had nothing to do with Julie herself, of course; Julie was a kind, loving, musical girl around his age. The issue was that he was gay. Marrying a girl was not something he was interested in.

Julie knew Alex was gay; he’d come out to her after he was sure she would accept him, which he knew she would after she mentioned her best friend being a lesbian, and her being bisexual herself. Needless to say, neither of them had been thrilled by the announcement a couple years back that they would be getting married, for more reasons than the fact that nobody wants to be in an arranged marriage.

And now, in three months time, he would be at the alter with a girl he wasn’t in love with.

Alex knew it wouldn’t be that bad; in fact, he and Julie were quite close friends. Their kingdoms, Tambor and Dahlia respectively, were close allies. But for some godforsaken reason, their leaders had felt the need to strengthen their allyship by setting up their heirs in an arranged marriage. Had Alex been the oldest, this wouldn’t have been the case. However, it wouldn’t be him, but his older sister, Ava, taking the throne of Tambor.

He, along with his guards, would be travelling to Dahlia this evening. He hated that it was so soon. Not that he wasn’t excited to see Julie, he was, but it was the reason that put a knot in his stomach.

Alex allowed himself one more panic attack before getting ready. As a treat.

The warm sun streaming into his room felt out of place with the dread settling in his stomach, and his breath choked, his heart racing, salty tears streaming down his face. He clenched his hands into fists and back out, trying to calm himself despite the emotional release. His nails dug into his palm, not hard enough to cut, but enough to leave little indents that he then ran his fingertips across.

Trying to pull himself together, he stood - albeit shakily - and walked across the soft, carpeted floor to his full-length mirror, pleasantly surprised as he noted that he wasn’t as big of a mess as he’d expected, given his previous panic.

A knock on his door alerted him that his head butler was there to help him get ready for the jet ride.

“Your highness, are you alright?”

Alex didn’t answer, grateful for Luke’s steady voice outside his door.

“He’s a little panicky at the moment. Maybe give him a few minutes to settle?” he suggested, and Alex hoped Luke was receiving the strong thank you vibes he was trying to transmit telepathically.

Any time Alex had a panic attack, he was semi-verbal. He could speak if he really, really tried, but it generally took a great deal of effort. He and Luke had a system, though; if Alex needed support during a panic attack, he would fake-sneeze three times, and Luke would come in from his station outside Alex’s door.

Alex allowed himself another minute to calm his breathing and wipe the tears from his face, practicing the grounding exercise Julie had taught him.

Inhale- 1, 2, 3, 4

Hold- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Exhale- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

It helped a lot, and soon he was able to straighten his hair and begin changing into the suit his tailors had made just for this occasion.

Another knock echoed from his door, and Alex took one final deep breath to compose himself.

“Come in,” he said, proud of how steady his voice was.

The butler entered; a kind man named Erik, who Alex had gotten to know over the past month or so. His olive skin shone in the afternoon light streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Alex dressed himself, for the most part; having butlers help him dress was never something he particularly enjoyed. He allowed Erik to smooth his white dress shirt, though; no matter how many times Alex had practiced tucking in his shirts, they always ended up wrinkled.

He slid the navy suit vest over the shirt once it was nice and smooth, fastening the thick buttons over his stomach. Minimalistic gold embroidery on the vest sparkled in the light, and Alex couldn’t help but smile at the bit of flair. He’d been half-hoping that his matching navy pants would have a bit of sparkle as well, but to no avail. Probably for the best, he decided. Just a little touch was enough.

He fixed the cuff of his sleeve, taking a breath as Erik reached up with a comb to fix his hair. It was simple but refined, how it always was.

“Erik, you’ve outdone yourself with this one, bro!” Alex said excitedly. He might not be very pleased about being in an arranged marriage, but he could appreciate a good suit. “I love the details.”

“I’m glad you like it!” Erik beamed with the praise. “May I?” he asked, reaching for Alex’s shoulders. Alex nodded, and Erik smoothed the vest’s warm fabric, readjusting the hem until it was aligned perfectly.

He might not have been the type of guy to always wear suits, unless necessary, but Alex had to admit it. He looked good. The slim fit outlined his muscles, and the deep blue of the vest and pants brought out the bluish tints in his blue-green-grey eyes. (nobody could seem to decide what color they actually were). The small touches of golden embroidery shone and somehow managed to accentuate the sun-born highlights in his hair.

“You look wonderful, your highness.”

“Thanks, Erik. And you can call me Alex, we’re chill.” Alex had been insisting to Erik that he could be casual around him for months, but Erik still generally referred to him as “your highness.”

“Alex,” he corrected with a broad smile. “Well, Alex, you have a photoshoot for the press in ten minutes, so if there’s anything else I can do to get you ready, don’t hesitate to ask. Though I must say, you look awesome.” Alex let out a small laugh.

“Thanks, dude. Oh, wait, before you go, could you tell me something?”

“Of course,” Erik replied. Alex put on his Serious Face.

“Do these pants make my butt look big?” Erik bust out laughing, and Alex couldn’t help but do the same.

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Three hours later, Alex was finally done with an exhaustive photoshoot. He hated having his picture taken; add that to the list of anxieties. He had to make sure he looked perfect, or everything could go wrong; that was what his parents had drilled into him from the moment he had his first real photoshoot.

Of course, he still had to endure an interview with the Tambor Times Magazine, which he was dreading. Speaking to an overeager journalist with no respect for privacy was never something he looked forward to.

“What are your thoughts on the marriage that has been arranged between you and Her Royal Highness, Princess Julie of Dahlia?” Alex cleared his throat.

“It’s definitely a unique situation,” he started. “I mean, not every nineteen-year-old is part of an arranged marriage.” He did his best to keep his voice light, and it must’ve worked, because the journalist gave a laugh and moved on.

“If I may, what is your current relationship with her?”

“The princess and I share a close bond,” was the only answer he gave. “If you’ll excuse me, I must be going,” he added. “I have a flight to catch.” He grinned - He didn’t have to catch any flight. He would be on the royal family private jet. But the journalist smiled and shook his hand, instructing him to have a wonderful evening, and he did the same.

The bit about catching a flight wasn’t entirely false, though; soon, he had wished his parents a good evening and boarded the jet with his suitcases, hoping to leave his anxiety in Tambor.

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Julie POV

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So.

Here’s the thing.

Julie liked Alex, she really did. He was one of her closest friends (princesses don’t get out much). But he was gay, And Julie was decidedly Not A Guy. Plus, they both knew their connection was strongest platonically, anyway.

Of course, none of that matters in diplomacy.

Julie had tried many, many times to get out of the arranged marriage. But she’d just turned eighteen, and Alex nineteen, and apparently their kingdoms had no such qualms about marrying off teenagers.

At least her dad, King Ray, had tried to get her out of it. But even as king, there was only so much he could do; everybody except for him thought it was a grand idea, because Of Course They Did. And once the public had heard the news, when she was sixteen, Julie couldn’t look out her window without seeing photographers outside the palace gates for a week.

She supposed there was nothing she could do about it now, though, no matter how much she wanted to, for her sake and Alex’s.

At least he was someone she got along with well. She knew they would never be in love, for multiple reasons, but she wouldn’t be unhappy. Alex might, though. They’d stayed up late on many a night, him rambling about cute guys he’d seen amongst the palace staff or on his occasional trip to the city, her chatting about songs she’d been writing and the one guy she’d had a crush on, Nick.

Nick was the son of a nobleman her dad was very close with, and they were good friends, but she’d never acted on her little crush. Her feelings for Nick hadn’t really gone anywhere, it was just a lingering crush she’d had for a few years, but one that had faded with time.

Julie sighed, smoothing out her dress. It was simple but elegant, with a little bit of Julie flair. The silky violet fabric was cut in a slim fit to her waist, before gently flaring outwards towards her ankles. Off-the-shoulder straps revealed the dark skin of her shoulders, and the pearly embroidery of dahlia flowers around her waist shone in the light, tapering off as she twirled, though as she practiced her camera smile, it didn’t reach her eyes.

Alex was her friend, but neither of them wanted to get married. But she’d tried her hardest to get them out of it, to no avail.

So, as she sat down at her vanity, Julie closed her eyes and reminded herself the words her mother used to tell her every time she was scared.

It’ll all be okay, Jules. You’re strong, and you’re a diamond in the rough.

The words settled her stomach a little bit.

Her lady-in-waiting, Mira, knocked on her door.

“Come in,” Julie said. Mira bustled in, her flaming red hair pulled into a messy bun, her brown eyes sparkling.

“Oh, Jules, you look lovely.” Julie smiled.

“Thanks, Mira. How’s my hair?” Julie reached up to smooth her curls, which had been combed back and woven into a thick, braided knot at the base of her neck.

“Almost perfect, but it needs a little something,” Mira decided with a smirk. Julie had no idea what Mira had in mind, but she knew she would love it.

Before either of them could say another word, Flynn walked into Julie’s room, followed by her girlfriend, Carrie.

“Hey, underachiever,” Flynn greeted with a smile.

“Hey, disappointment!”

“Dude,” Flynn said, a serious look on her face. “That dress is the shit!” Carrie nodded enthusiastically.

“A definite look.”

“Thanks guys,” Julie said with a grin. “I love it, too! Mira’s got some sort of magic in her hands, because this is one of my favorites for sure.” Mira blushed.

“Well, I’m not quite done,” she admitted. “Jules, your color scheme is pink, purple, and blue, usually, right?”

“Yeah, usually! I can always get behind some other colors, though.”

“Of course. But I think for this dress, the pink-purple-blue scheme would fit the best.”

“Definitely,” Carrie jumped in. “The purple mediates the pink and blue, so those are like side accents.”

“I like this one,” Mira decided, pointing at Carrie. Carrie flipped her hair and smiled. “But yes. So, I was thinking for your hair, we could weave in some thin ribbons in those colors? It would be super simple, wouldn’t even have to take it out and restyle it.”

“Work your magic,” Julie instructed. Mira grinned excitedly and set to work, sitting Julie down at the vanity.

“Okay, Jules,” Flynn sighed. “I know you don’t want me to ask this, but are you doing okay?” Carrie took Flynn’s arm and nodded. “I know this isn’t what you wanted. Either of you.”

“I’ll be fine,” Julie decided. She didn’t want to marry Alex, and she knew he felt the same way. “At least it’s not somebody I hate, though. Alex and I get along really well.”

“I know,” Carrie added. “But that doesn’t mean you have to be okay.” A single tear rolled down Julie’s cheek, and she was grateful she hadn’t done her makeup yet.

“Thanks. To be honest, I’m not really okay, but I’ll live. And besides, it’s not for another three months. And having another friend around for a few months will be nice. Before, you know, I have to marry him.” Flynn let out a sad laugh.

“If I may add my input,” Mira began, “I’ve always hated the prospect of arranged marriages. At the very least, both people should have to agree with it.” Julie nodded, quickly stopping when she felt the ribbons Mira was weaving into her hair tug. “Sorry,” she added. “I’ll be done in just a moment.”

“I agree,” Carrie said. “It’s stupid. Dahlia and Tambor are already allies, so why are they even doing this?”

“I’m not sure, to be honest. My dad says it’s to ‘strengthen agreeability between our separate civilians.’ But at least tried to get me out of it,” she added. “King Xavier and Queen Claire both thought it was a great idea.” Julie had always held some bitterness towards Alex’s parents, given their closed-mindedness and apathy towards minorities and less fortunate people. Alex had always felt the same, and avoided coming out to them for those reasons.

“Well, I personally think it’s homophobic that my best friend is being forced to be part of an arranged marriage,” Flynn decided, “because I’m gay and it annoys me. Plus, you know, she doesn’t want to be part of it.” Julie couldn’t help but laugh at that, as did Mira.

“All done with the ribbons,” she said, handing Julie a mirror to see the back of her head.

“Oh, Mira, I love it!” The ribbons were braided through her thick hair, swooping around the knot, twisting through her own curls and holding the hairstyle together perfectly. Both pretty and practical.

“I’m glad!” Mira looked very proud of herself, for a good reason. Julie’s lady-in-waiting was definitely a woman to be admired (and feared - she’d taken down a full-grown man in a self defense class, while wearing heels). Julie could walk in heels, even run in them, but she’d tried fighting in them, and failed miserably. She might’ve been competent fighting in regular shoes, but heels were a different story. Mira, though, could do it all.

Mira’s phone dinged.

“Oh, Jules, it’s time for the pre-meetup photoshoot!”

“Got it. Thanks, Mira, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Forget about your photoshoots, probably.”

…

The photoshoot involved lots of candid shots of her in the garden, doing her best to look serene, and not show the anxiety bubbling in her stomach. But somehow, she actually managed to get through it without losing it.

“Wonderful, miss. Turn towards me, look to your left- yes, perfect.” The photographer’s voice faded as she obeyed his instructions, a human robot running correctly but with wandering thoughts.

“You look so natural, miss!” he complimented. Julie offered a smile, returning to her thoughts. There had to be a way to get her and Alex out of this. But she couldn’t think of any that wasn’t treasonous, illegal, or flat-out stupid. Of course, as a teenage girl, she felt she deserved to be a little stupid sometimes, but apparently that was “unbecoming of a princess” and “a bad influence.” Personally, she just thought that was biphobic.

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Luke POV

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Luke hadn’t ever traveled much, let alone to a neighboring kingdom, so needless to say, he was pumped to get to visit Dahlia for three months at least. His hope was that, even though no one involved wanted the marriage to happen, they could find a bright side in him getting to stay with his best friend.

Of course, that didn’t change the fact that he felt bad for his charge and best friend, Alex. He knew Alex was gay; in fact, they’d “dated” for a few weeks when they were fourteen. But even after deciding they were better as friends, they were close, maybe even closer afterwards. Luke told Alex everything; he didn’t know if he had a secret that Alex didn’t know.

Everyone in the palace was used to seeing him and Alex wandering the grounds, goofing off, messing around in the music studio, what have you. Technically, Luke was a junior guardsman, and given his bond with the prince, had been assigned (along with an actual guard) to be his security detail. That had evolved into an even stronger friendship, though. Years passed, and soon they were inseparable.

Luke had done his best to cheer up Alex; seeing his best friend that upset was heartbreaking. But there was nothing he could actually do to help, so he settled for laying next to Alex on the floor and staring at the high ceilings.

An hour passed, and soon the afternoon sun was streaming into Alex’s room. Luke saw Alex drag a hand down his face.

“I guess you should start getting ready, then?” he asked.

“Probably.” Luke patted his shoulder. “Do you think it would be too drastic to fake my death?” Luke laughed, knowing Alex was joking, though it wouldn’t have actually surprised him. Alex and Julie were friends, but neither of them wanted to get married. Especially not the gay guy, very publicly, to a girl.

Luke stood up, giving Alex a mock salute, and walked out the door, closing it behind him.

He stood there for a few minutes, straightening his back as a senior guardsman passed him. He ducked his head in a nod, relaxing a moment later. As much as he might’ve come off as a chill guy, he was worried for Alex; even more so when he heard Alex’s breathing quicken from the other side of the wall, his footsteps pacing back and forth.

The panic attack shouldn’t have surprised him. Alex had clinical anxiety, and this was probably one of the most stress-inducing times of his life. Being forced into an arranged marriage - even if you’re friends with the other person - is no fun for anybody. And today he would be going to the Dahlia palace to stay for three months before the ceremony.

Luke fiddled with the hem of his jacket; it was charcoal black, and thick and protective, with eight buttons on the wide front, crossing his chest. He’d gotten used to it, but despite that, he still started sweating in the warm weather of Tambor. The red sash crossing over the jacket had golden embroidery on the edges, and he quite enjoyed running his fingers over the textured thread.

Luke could still hear Alex panicking, but there were no sets of three fake sneezes in between the rapid breaths, so he stayed. Alex was able to recognize when he needed support, and when he needed to be left alone.

Luke spotted Erik nearing him. He couldn’t stop him, but Erik was aware of Alex’s anxiety, so Luke wasn’t concerned. He smiled at Erik, giving him a look, warning him that Alex was having a panic attack. Erik nodded, knocking gently on the door.

“Your highness, are you alright?” When Alex didn’t respond, Luke jumped in.

“He’s a little panicky at the moment. Maybe give him a few minutes to settle?” Erik nodded, and Luke gave a relieved smile.

“You look nervous as well,” Erik noted.

“Well, I am, a little bit,” Luke admitted. “I’ve never been to Dahlia, but I’m going with Alex since I’m his head guard and Royal Best Dude™.” Erik grinned. “I’m excited, though! I bet it’ll be a lot of fun.”

“I’m so jealous,” Erik told him. “I’ve never been outside of Tambor.”

“I’m worried for Alex, though. He’s really nervous.”

“Yeah,” Erik agreed, a flicker of understanding rushing across his face that made Luke smile despite himself. If he was being honest, Luke had a tiny crush on Erik, but nothing substantial. “I mean, it’s gotta suck being closeted to everyone but a few people, and having to marry a girl.” Luke nodded.

“I wish there was something we could do about it.”

…

Luke stood guard off-camera while Alex had his pre-meetup photoshoot and interview. It was what he always did, though this time it felt different, like he was a silent supporter during a tough time, now more than ever.

If nothing else, he could reassure Alex that he looked fabulous in his suit - it wasn’t a lie, either. The navy blue fabric complimented his eyes perfectly, and the golden details were a stunning addition. Tie that with his sharp jaw and awkward, endearing personality? Anybody would simp for him. He had a feeling that many people did, too; Some of Alex’s best photos from these shoots would be printed in the Tambor Times Magazine, and he would also post some - as well as his own selfies - on his instagram. Luke had seen the comments, and always smirked at Alex given the amount of heart-eyed emojis and key smashes there were.

Luke stood behind the cameraman for the candid shots where they needed Alex to be smiling or laughing. No matter how much he practiced, Alex could never get a good candid smile, so Luke took it upon himself to stand behind the photographer making faces, or occasionally imitating their every move with mock seriousness.

When Alex’s musical laugh rang through the air, Luke patted himself on the back.

Worked every time.

He worked his magic for a few more shots afterwards, doing his best to make Alex laugh. It wasn’t just for the photos, though, it was to help him settle down. Luke knew this was a horrible situation, but there was nothing he could do to stop it, so he’d have to try to make it more bearable.

After Alex’s interview, Luke could tell that the reality of the situation was hitting him even more, as a flicker of fear shadowed his face, his hands clenched into fists. Luke walked towards him slowly, making sure Alex was okay with it, and when he didn’t retract, he put his hand on his shoulder and gave a reassuring squeeze.

“It’ll be okay,” he promised. And as Alex seemed to relax, nodding and pulling Luke into a hug, that was when he knew.

Alex was his best friend, and didn’t deserve any of this pain or fear. He deserved for things to be okay.

Luke would keep that promise, no matter what.

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Reggie POV

...

Reggie knew he was Princess Julie’s honorary older brother; it had been that way for years, after he ran away from his own pathetic excuse for a home. He was lucky King Ray was a kind man; he could’ve just as easily left him there where he’d found him, a nine-year-old in the street of the raining Dahlia capital city. But he’d taken Reggie in, and soon, Reggie was part of the royal family, even if not by blood.

Now, given that he was Julie’s honorary older brother, he hated that she was being put into an arranged marriage. She was eighteen, for God’s sake! Reggie was nineteen, and knew for a fact he wouldn’t have been able to handle it nearly as gracefully as she did. Then again, while she was young, playful, and vibrant, Julie was also the epitome of grace and poise; she’d grown up in a palace, after all.

Needless to say, though, Reggie was sure he wouldn’t be able to not be protective of Julie when Prince Alexander came. He’d met him before, but only briefly; in passing after dinner during visits, mostly. It did help Reggie’s nerves to remember that Alexander was a very sweet, reserved person from his own interactions with the man. But that was his little sister, and while she wasn’t completely devastated, Reggie knew she didn’t want it to happen.

He dragged a hand down his face, flopping down on his bed. He wanted so badly to help Julie out of this, but he couldn’t.

Hey, at least he could cheer her up with his jokes! She always said they were awful, but Reggie knew better. Only the finest of jokes could make Her Royal Highness, Princess Julie Molina of Dahlia, laugh until her sides hurt, even coming from her honorary older brother, Sir Reginald Molina.

He smiled to himself. He might not be able to stop this whole predicament, but he could help her through it.

Reggie hopped up, fixing his suit. The silky red fabric of the vest hadn’t creased at all, nor had his grey suit pants, and yet he still felt the need. He did, however, roll the sleeves of his black dress shirt to expose his forearms, because come on. Even with Dahlia’s cool climate, he still got hot, especially when the sun was streaming through his windows, and he had a few photos outside before Prince Alexander’s arrival. Plus, it didn’t hurt that, according to his Instagram followers, the rolled sleeves made him look “personable” and “hotter than the sun.”

Reggie ran a finger over the shimmering black embroidery of the vest, then winking at the mirror and pulling his best finger guns. It was his god-given right as a fancy bisexual.

He ran his hand through his expertly-styled hair, letting some of his waves free from their stiff hold. It wasn’t the perfect style it had been when his butler styled it a couple hours ago, but it was more of his own style, which he liked a bit better. Spinning on his heel and slipping a hand in his pocket, Reggie walked out his door and down the light-filled corridor, down to the front steps, waving to Mira along the way. As he stepped outside, he heard people outside of the palace gates start shouting. He gave a wink and playful salute, even daring to blow a kiss in the general direction of a cute girl. He noticed Julie rolling her eyes, the photographer seizing the moment to take some shots of him on the palace steps.

He jogged over to Julie, wrapping his arm around her.

“How are you doing, your highness?”

“I’m doing okay,” she said, though both of them knew it was a lie. “How about you, Reg?”

“I’m okay as well. Just popping in to see my fangirls-” he winked at the crowd behind the gate, and a chorus of teenage girls (and a few boys) all sighed dreamily- “and check on you. We both know you’re lying.” Julie groaned.

“This whole thing just sucks.”

“Tell me about it,” he agreed. “But I’ll be here for you every step of the way. You know that, right dude?”

“You’re such a sappy loser,” she told him, and he put her in a playful headlock, posing for the camera.

“I know.” Reggie might’ve been a “sappy loser” of a brother, but he knew that, in Julie’s book, he was a sappy loser (affectionate), and that she understood that he was there for her.

Hopefully that would be enough.

-----

Willie POV

...

Willie had never actually gotten to know Princess Julie, but he’d met her a couple times. He was a chef in the palace kitchens, and on occasion, Julie would come down to try to get to know people. He’d never truly had a long conversation with her, but in the interactions they’d had, she was kind, and had a musical air to her.

He’d seen pictures of the prince she was set to marry, Prince Alexander of Tambor. If Willie was being honest, he was kind of cute.

Okay, really cute.

He’d never actually met the guy, but he seemed nice. His photos on Instagram had good vibes, at least. Willie couldn’t help but hope he’d get to meet him when he came to visit. If it was just because his brain was screaming cute boy, that was nobody’s business but his.

Willie sprinkled more flour on the dough he was kneading, folding it in some more. It was cathartic, this repetitive motion. It helped calm his ADHD sometimes. He kept going.

Sprinkle. Fold. Roll.

Kneading the dough until it wasn’t sticky, he listened to the head chef, Lilian, shout orders at the rest of them. She was a very intimidating woman, tall and muscular, with raven black hair in a sleek ponytail, and fair skin flecked with flour. But she was quite kind, Willie had come to learn over the years. She was just one of those people who scared you if you didn’t know them.

He put the dough in a pan, setting it in the oven and flicking on the light so he could monitor its progress, as could anyone else walking by. Wiping the flour from his hands to his apron, he then put his dishes and utensils in the giant dishwasher, finally washing his hands and grabbing a new bowl.

Tonight was the welcome feast for Prince Alexander. Willie and a few others were in charge of baking loaves of bread for the appetizers, as well as making the desserts; today, mini chocolate mousse cakes.

Dessert was always Willie’s favorite course to prepare, and not just because he could steal bits of frosting from the spatulas after he was finished. It was also because of how making desserts seemed to put everyone in the kitchens in a good mood. Maybe it was the smell of rising sugar, or the bright colors of the tubs of sprinkles, but he adored it.

He cracked the eggs into the mixture of butter and sugar, adding the milk and flour soon after. As he poured in the cocoa powder, a little bit poofed up, creating a chocolatey cloud. The noise of the mixture did nothing to silence his racing thoughts, though.

Would he get to meet Prince Alexander?

Would he like him?

And most importantly, why did he want to so badly?

Willie shook his head, doling the batter into mini cake pans and tapping them on the counter to get rid of any air bubbles, sticking them in an oven after it beeped to temperature.

Another oven beeped.

“Hey, Alyssa?” he called to a plump woman a few meters away. “Could you check on the bread in that oven to your right?” She nodded and leaned down, giving him a thumbs up.

“Probably needs another minute or so, but it looks great.”

“Sick, thanks!” Alyssa nodded and smiled, her dyed-purple hair shimmering in its bun.

Willie grabbed the ingredients he would need for the mousse, arranged them on the counter, then jogged over to the other oven and pulled out the bread - without putting on oven mitts.

He hissed in pain but didn’t let go, quickly putting it on the stovetop and running to a sink to run his fingers under cold water.

Willie already had tons of scars and calluses on his hands, both from cooking and skateboarding on his off-days, so the burn didn’t hurt nearly as bad as it would’ve a few years ago. And by some miracle, it didn’t blister - though it did swell and turn red. Willie cursed under his breath, heading to the first-aid kit and smearing some ointment on it and covering it with a bandage.

“Let me guess,” said Lilian from behind him. “You forgot oven mitts again?”

“Guilty,” he said with a grin. Lilian sighed, but didn’t manage to hide her smile.

“Willie, you need to be more careful. I know your brain always has, like twenty thoughts going at all times, but you could hurt yourself.”

“Twenty-three,” he corrected. “And I know, but you only live once, and I didn’t want the bread to burn.”

“Five seconds to grab a mitt wouldn’t burn the bread.”

“Hey, there’s a first time for everything.” Lilian rolled her eyes and gently swatted him on the shoulder. It wasn’t a mean move, of course, it was her saying she was exasperated but that she cared about you. Willie laughed and went back to his mixing bowl, getting ready to prepare the mousse.

This would be perfect.

#blue writes #be who you are (no compromise)#jatp #julie and the phantoms #juke #willex #flarrie #julie molina #alex mercer #willie nolastname #luke patterson #reggie peters #carrie wilson #flynn nolastname #royalty au #bwya tag

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jikookisrealerthanmylife · 3 years ago

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Reading that entry where you mention the "surprise vlive", I'm glad that I'm not the only one who noticed how SUS and tense everything was. Especially how Ta/e kept trying to bring up the pepero and I absolutely LOVED the calm and collected way which JM would look back to where he was pointing and then back at him like "Okay, and?" and by the final time the pepero gets mentioned Jimin goes "Have you ever been hit by one?" lol That's something I would say to a bestie who keeps bringing up something/topic that adds nothing to the conv like "Gurl you got a trauma or what?". And also! You mean to tell me... that BTS, World Wide SUPER STARS, who have previously and openly expressed resentment towards their years in Rookie King for all the shit they made them do and say (lets not forget all the times they were forced to hug/kiss one another or had to ALLOW the hosts to touch or kiss them on the cheek when they clearly didn't like it. )

The same BTS who once mentioned "not liking the engagement of fanservice, because of how genuine they are.", are suddenly okay with playing a game that relies heavily on FS by having two parties eat from the opposite side of the pepero until their lips nearly touch. A game where in other Idol groups we've seen members being forced to engage in said game even to the point of having other members shove their heads together until they "accidentally" kiss all "for the fans"/"because the fans will love it."

Now BTS are okay with that? On Vlive? Infront of thousands of viewers? In a foreign country?? LMAO I feel bad for the fans who still think the company has no influence over what they do, including the vlives.

Yes, jimin flips on his hyung mode in apt times .

Sorry for answering this too late. I didn't want to indulge my thoughts again revolving around the group or anything that's not jikook .

But the recent robotic ape and nft discussions made me loop back into a train of thoughts . BTS who dodged the paper-passing-over-each-mouths game ( they were fine with giving cheek kisses ) in their early 20s are surprisingly now eager to play those Fanservice games in near 30s.

Why? Is it because they know they get easy money + increasing audience by these 5 minutes content filming and not having to break sweat , move a muscle in back to back music shows, performances? Could this what BTS in near future be - just do modelling , posing for photoshoots , buy melodies from some white person +slap some words call them lyrics+ do some baby steps to it from tiktok no need to spend all day rehearsing in dancepractice room , while new content gets released for the fandom to indulge everyday , fanfics of favourite ships in Wattpad, games for those who like BTS sims.

Why ? Is it because lenzo , scooter and those other fat men in their round-table conference sat and discussed how the western industry wasted Larries and how the 2.0 version of much bigger breed is with them in their hands , could be manipulated more and pushed to a deeper beleif such that when they release NFTs of the sunbunit , no one even hesitates to throw money in.

What if the song was indeed planned for next year and the 'postponed' excuse is just like what they did with the mixtape for over 2 years - just hyping and preparing the fans while contents are being fed continuosly. The group sees fans as consumers too so there's no surprise they'd agree for nft business . Hybe needs a group who's lost all capabilities of thinking and will buy their nft before starting to invest on it. Now they can stage anything for one year to make an agenda boom and sell those nft song contents.

This is some illuminati level of shit we are dealing with unknowingly. We won't even know we are being manipulated . Unless someone leaves the company and be the Messiah we need

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shozaii · 5 years ago

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um hi, can i request cannons for todo, kaminari, and shinsou being stuck in quarantine w/ female s/o !! i love your writing, bls stay healthy and safe 💛💛☁️

(a/n): hello! thank you so much for the suggestion! :’). this really made my day and i hope these headcanons will make yours too. you’re so nice hsdgf i’m sending you virtual hugs. i hope you stay healthy and safe too! <3

^^^

bnha; in quarantine with you.

warnings: none!

‘‘‘‘

todoroki

quarantine with todoroki? a blessing, really.

both of you would have been busy with hero work around the city. let alone patrolling in different areas. it was hard to catch a glimpse of one another.

thus began the outbreak. it was announced a state of emergency.

and the both of you were advised to stay at home.

i could say it was an opportunity to be with each other. yay!

he is fine being in quarantine with his loved ones. makes him feel safe and comfortable.

you and shoto love trying new things. cooking, styling each other’s hair, self photoshoots, binge watching shows on netflix.

loves loves loves cuddling with you. when you’re the big spoon, he just nuzzles in, like a cat. neither of you move because it’s just that comfortable argh T_T

but when he’s the big spoon, expect a lot of kisses coming your way.

(every moment with todoroki is worth taking pictures of so yeS)

learns about tiktok, watches a few funny ones you recommended

cold soba squad. and by that i mean either one of you preparing cold soba when you run out of options for meals.

asks his sister for some recipes he hasn’t tried out before.

he enjoys helping and watching you bake.

he claims you make the best types of cakes. he likes them soft and fluffy.

takes so many pictures of you without warning.

“you look good in this one, y/n. i’m not deleting it.”

“but i have flour on my face!”

keeps it anyway.

i headcanon todoroki preferring board/card games. probably owns a large collection of it. he enjoys playing video games too, but probably only if they’re a multiplayer.

10/10 would play animal crossing with you because he loves how calm and serene it looks.

slow. dancing. (not surprised if he was born a prince.)

sometimes if you two can’t sleep, you just lay in bed, your head on his chest and his hand on your back, drawing little circles.

tells you like these random facts he’s read of.

“a person’s pupils dilate when they see someone attractive.”

“huh. interesting.”

“so the next time i look right into your eyes, check and see if it’s true.”

“.....you’re pretty smooth.”

it’s never a dull moment with prince shoto. you two would have such a relaxing, lovely time during quarantine.

shinsou

as we all know hitoshi, sleep is his number one enemy.

before the outbreak, it was tough to get him to bed.

“toshi. bed. now.”

“kitten, i have some work to do.”

“then i’m not sleeping, either.”

“y/n, come on. i’ll be alright.”

he wasn’t wrong. still, that can’t be an excuse.

all till the outbreak worsened and the heroes were advised to quarantine themselves until further notice to resume work again.

he doesn’t tell you but he was so happy to hear that. his stomach swarmed with butterflies because he got to spend time with you at home!

you had plans, too.

operation ‘correcting hitoshi’s sleeping schedule’, commence!

he wasn’t going to complain, either.

even lays in bed before you.

“do i smell development?”

“whatever you say. i’m only doing this because i’d get to cuddle with you.”

cue that one face deku did during the sports festival

operation ‘cuddle session,’ commence...? why not?

he wants to be the big spoon, so bad. honestly just loves looking into your eyes, caressing and kissing your cheeks, praising you 24/7.

wouldn't ever complain if you're the big spoon, either :) this meant a cozy day in your embrace

sudden pillow fights, ends up with him tickling you

“toshi, i’m gonna puke my stomach out....stop!” you said in between laughs

he knows tiktok, and sometimes watches them with you.

claims that he would destroy the kitchen, so he watches you cook and helps you if you’re in need of it

literally binge watching shows with him till it’s past midnight

video games with hitoshi is a must

like todoroki, he enjoys it when it’s a multiplayer game. but he loves competing in mario kart with you.

he is probably the kind of person who loves watching their s/o’s movements. for example, you’re brushing your hair, tying it into a bun. he doesn’t say a word. it’s just so satisfying to him.

because all this while, before the quarantine, he doesn’t get enough time admiring you like he used to. now that he has the chance, he would never miss one moment of it.

one day, you had an idea.

“babe?”

“yeah? oh, sorry.i’ll just-,”

“hey, come here,” you laughed.

“wanna try?” you asked, holding out a rubber band for him.

he smiled. so you did notice.

loves listening to lo-fi music with you.

overall, you two are pretty chill with this quarantine thing. to him, it felt like time was limitless with you.

kaminari

okay. you and denki are so wonderfully chaotic during quarantine.

in a good way, i promise.

kaminari hated being so far away from you. then again, he’s going to work with all his might just to be with you after a long day.

and a few weeks later, it wasn’t looking good with the outbreak.

that meant quarantine!

stuck with his s/o? that made things so much better.

he is like this master planner of activities, and you’re the judge.

“milkshake duty, i’m in charge today. oh, and how does uno sound to you?”

“bring it on! i’m gonna beat you today,” you beamed proudly.

denki adores animal crossing so much. he’d love to visit your village, gives you advice if you need it.

he’s a whole different person when it comes to mario kart, though.

the king

he sends you memes, even though you two would be sitting together on the couch, literally huddled up close.

one time you came out of the shower, and received a text from him.

it was a selfie of him in the living room.

“come over.”

rolling your eyes, you replied, “sure, cutie. in a few mins.”

i didn’t mention that big goofy smile on your face when you read it.

you and him learn how to cook new recipes you’ve never tried before. your pancakes taste like heaven to him.

he usually hugs you from behind, attacking you with kisses

of course he knows tiktok. when the two of you get bored, you watch them together.sometimes you two learn the dances. it was kind of like a workout.

i feel like denki is someome vibrant with emotions. happy, sad, joyful, eager- loving.

so loving it puts you in the feels.

“hey. hey babe.”

“hm?”

“wanna cuddle?”

“of course.”

he welcomes you with wide arms.

most people may know him to be lively, but he enjoys peace and quiet too. especially this moment. where he can hold his s/o in his arms, as euphoria filled his heart and mind to a whole new level.

he felt like he was dreaming, but this was all real. for so long, he wanted this to happen. suddenly he felt like the hard work was all worth it

“denki?”

“yes? i’m here"

“what were you thinking about?”

“this.”

he loves quiet nights in, too! microwaved popcorn, dimmed lights, and a perfect netflix show to watch with you.

or you two would be in the bedroom, jamming to a soft song playlist you recently found. that’s how some nights ended.

denki definitely learned so much during quarantine, and he was glad he was stuck with you. ^^

(a/n): fun fact, i’ve done some activities you read here, except i don’t have a s/o hehe. i hope you have a good read and a safe quarantine! let’s have hope that the pandemic gets controlled soon.

#todoroki x reader #bnha #bnha headcanons #bnha x reader #shoto torodoki #shoto x reader #bnha shoto todoroki #todoroki shouto #shinsou x reader #shinsou imagine #bnha imagines #shinsou fluff #shinsou hitoshi #kaminari x reader #kaminari denki #boku no hero academia #mha

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beelshamburger · 4 years ago

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i kNOW WHATS GOOD!!

24 AND DIAVOLO!!!

THANK U GOOD SIR/mA'am

Hehe sure thing!

24. Kisses for a cover (Diavolo x MC)

You had now made it official. You, the human that had come for an exchange program into the devil dom was now, by chance, dating the future Demon King. Of course at first you both had to keep it a secret, but eventually it came out. Surprisingly almost everyone was happy with your union! Normally demons would object to a human probably becoming the spouse of their future ruler, but they all liked (and feared) Diavolo enough to accept you both! Some people though, were still a bit more hesitant to the idea.

You both had to make something to show that you were right for each other.

That's when Asmo recommended, appearing on a magazine cover! (To Mammon's dismay it was the one where he also modeled, and he found it rude to see the two of you being so lovey dovey while he was moping in the corner -NOT LIKE HE'S JEALOUS OR ANYTHING THOUGH)

You all agreed that it was a good idea, and you set up the date for you to go to the photoshoot! You were pretty excited but nervous, since you had never been on a magazine cover before.

At first they asked for only pictures of Diavolo, and then one of you two being a cute couple. You just couldn't shake the awkward feeling though, and you became stiff, smiling and looking directly at the camera.

"No, no! MC, darling, just try to act like you normally do with Lord Diavolo alright?" Asmo then gave you a thumbs up, and you sighed.

After a few more failed shots, you all decided to take a break. You went to the table were there was apparently food (or, well, used to be since Beel ate all of it) and tried to make yourself a cup of coffee. Diavolo quickly walked over to you and placed a hand on your shoulder.

"MC? Are you alright?" He asked, and you sighed.

"I.....I don't know Diavolo. It's just, I'm not used to...to all of this. I'm just scared I'll end screwing everything up."

Diavolo grabbed your hands and looked at you. "MC. Listen to me. I know you might be nervous, and that this is something you have never done before. But you're an amazing and capable person, you have always managed to go through any obstacles life has thrown you, and if you ever fell you just got up over and over again, no matter how frightened or nervous you were and that's what I love the most about you. But I also know that you shouldn't push someone to do something they don't want, so I'll understand if you're uncomfortable with the magazine. Do you want me tell them we don't want to do the shoot anymore?" He caressed your cheek and you leaned in ok his touch, looking up at him. You slowly shook your head.

"I...I can do this. It'll be just like when we take photos...except this time everyone will see them."

Diavolo smiled and grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the set.

"I can help you relax if you want. Asmodeus has given me a few useful tips on what I could do to make you feel better."

"If any of them include more than kissing and less clothes then it's out of the question."

Diavolo sighed but didn't say anything. You both got ready in your positions, hugging one another.

"Just act like we normally do, and only loom at me." He whispered.

You shyly smiled up at him, feeling a bit more comfortable

"Great! This is amazing, keep on going!"

You smiled as you heard the camera clicks, and then Diavolo caressed your cheek. You smiled and then he leaned his forehead against yours. You felt his hand wrapped around your hips tighten, and then all of a sudden while you were looking into those beautiful eyes of his, you felt his lips roughly press against yours. You gasped in surprise, your cheeks immediately flushing, but then you slowly wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back. Diavolo smiled and kissed you deeply, making your heart race so fast you were sure you were about to have a heart attack.

Then you heard Asmo say something and the rest of the group clapping, and when you both pulled away panting, you blushed as you saw all the people around you.

The next week while you were browsing through devilgram, you saw Asmo post the cover of the magazine that you and Diavolo had appeared in.

You gasped as you saw the picture they used. You and Diavolo were kissing, he had a smile on his face while you were surprised but really happy too. He was running his fingers through your hair and the two of you were a bit flushed.

Just like you right now! Even if it was a bit embarrassing to have everyone see that picture, you were kind of glad too. Now the two of you were official, and everyone knew you were dating! Besides, he also looked really cute I'm that picture with his eyes closed and face flushed, clearly forgetting his surroundings.

You made a mental note to later ask Asmo for a copy of all the pictures.

#obey me #obey me diavolo #obey me asmo #obey me mammon

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kaebedom-me · 4 years ago

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THE FVDJSNSBDJ LSSJ BIKER AU!!! AAAAAHSHDHAJSJJD!!!!! 💕💖💖💞💗💕💖💕💕 MWAHHH MWAHH PERFECTioOON!! ogei ogei ogeii i got a request!! how bout,, chaeya sending nudes to each other 🥺👉👈 like,, could be biker au! could be uni au?! whatever you want just go ham mwahh💕💖💗💞💗💕 -⭐

Allowing me to go ham i 💜💛💖💙💕🖤��💖💕 but also i can't decide which is better?? For this prompt nskfkfb

I'm so glad to do this ask rn 🥺🥺 thank you past star nonnie for the serotonin

Chaeya would be Addicted™ to sending nudes to each other lmAo

They're both such a huge tease + like getting teased

We're unclear who initiated the first nude but boy oh boy it's never gonna stop now

They're Kings of Sending Nudes at Inappropriate Times

Them knowing each others schedule so well and just "oh i guess i should just pop one over right now, that'll be funny"

In Uni!AU it's just them sending each other progressively more lewd pictures and texts during lectures to see who seeks out the other for a quick fuck

In Biker!AU sometimes they're away from each other for awhile, and the other person's prolly with their gang so it's hard to do anything, the person at home will do their absolute the fuck best to break the other one

Let's just say, even if there's very little privacy, they're still able to get each other off

Kaeya's nudes are 💦👌🏻👌🏻💦😩 ok The Best of the Best. You take one look as it and you know it should belong in museums

He sets up his nudes like a fucking photoshoot, ok. He's just extra like that

Has a whole like series per photoshoot session too, from fully clothed to half naked to just in his underwear then finally his birthday suit

Will add in a little lingerie too if he's feeling a little spicy

Kaeya's a little bit vain right HAHAHA he doesn't just take a nude then and there and hits send no

He takes photos of himself every time he thinks he looks sexy. So it could be him dressing up or taking off his clothes, tries on new lingerie or toys, when he's in the mood

He just snaps a pic and continues with whatever so he ends up with having an entire album worth of nudes for Childe

Childe's nudes are pretty normal. HAHAHAH Doesn't quite have Kaeya's pizzazz but Kaeya appreciates them all the same

The type or just snap a quick pic before and after

But does enjoy teasing Kaeya when he's out working out or doing something sexy

In Uni!AU, before and after his fights. And in Biker!AU, when he's dressed up to go for a ride

They both don't really send like dick pics that often? Rather just shirtless pics or videos of them touching themselves accompanied with their moans because they know its what drives each other wild

Childe when he receives nudes from Kaeya it almost always ends in phone sex because Childe's impatient and seeing Kaeya posing lewdly just 😩😩 he needs to be in Kaeya so bad

Like he knows they're not pictures of him at this very moment but the fact that Kaeya took the time out of his day to send a nude to him means he's want something

Kaeya though, he's very good at ignoring even the most scandalous videos from Childe. Leaves him on read for hours then sends him a pictures of himself sucking on a lollipop

If he's feeling spicy, he sexts Childe the raunchiest things in the middle of having dinner with his friends or something

Sometimes they both just??? Delay their gratification. So they call each other to rile each other up more, then one of then just ok bye gtg love you babe and??? Y'all did this for what?? (They'll tell you the orgasm when they do get to fuck is Top Tier)

Sometimes, if they really wanna bother each other when they're home alone and masturbating, they just send each other voice recordings of their moans and an inconspicuous emoji

They're always sexting too smh

Childe is also bold enough to set one of Kaeya's most artfully taken nudes as his homescreen wallpaper

Kaeya doesn't mind so he takes nicer ones whenever he feels like seeing a different picture of himself when he's going through Childe's phone

Nobody asked. But Childe's lockscreen is a selfie of the two of them whete Kaeya is giving him a kiss on the cheek. He refuses to change to anything less sweet

Of course, when he's visiting home he changes it HAHAHA he doesn't want to corrupt his younger siblings jsjfbg

🌝 Kaeya's favourite pass time is to send all of that spicy content to Childe when he's visiting home because he knows how torn Childe's going to be

Attaches like 1 nude and 1 voice recording of him getting off with the caption "miss you 🥺" and then follow up texts "how's Teceur and Tonia"

Childe hates but loves it so much, sure his siblings are with him almost all the time and can't have a moment to himself long enough to relieve himself but when he gets back home to Kaeya....

The sex marathon that follows; Kaeya's so wrecked he can't even moan properly, shooting blanks, lying limp and letting Childe manhandle him, and him going in and out of consciousness because he's so fucking tired is worth 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻

Also Kaeya having enough of Childe's mediocre nudes one day

He teaches Childe how to pose, what parts of his body he'd like to see in nudes, the angle, lightings and stuff so he can get artistic nudes too

Childe indulges obv, his boyfriends deserves nothing less

But also Kaeya texting back like "not sexy enough try again" HAHAHAH

Childe texting back "fuck you" cuz he really tried for his bf ok

Kaeya's like "not w your pathetic excuse of a nude you can't"

If you're wondering if this is a type of foreplay between them the answer is yes

I feel like i forgot to metion before, but they totes have a hidden, password protected photo of each other in their phones

That's the nude album tho like the pictures and videos that they take of each other while they were having sex is in a different folderb

But that's another thing for another time 😩💦

#Man these weRe greAt instant shot of dopamine #Chaeya #Childe x Kaeya #Chaeya headcanons #Childe #Kaeya #Tartaglia #Shanna writes #Not sfw #Smut #Spicy #N e ways I'm back with our regularly scheduled content #Sorry about the whole mess yesterday

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princess-havok · 3 years ago

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Love Fast Los Angeles Read-Through: Preface

This book has 42 chapters + a preface, so I've decided to make each post 6 chapters and then do the preface separately. I want to start with just the preface because it is eight pages long but so much happens, it's like getting whiplash every five seconds. Let's do it.

First of all, it's a prologue, Davey, not a preface, a preface is more of an introduction while this is like, things that happen before the real story starts, or really just an explanation for why Star isn't around and why Alvin goes to LA.

Anyway, we open with Alvin doing a photoshoot on the beach and if I could summarize the first page of this book in a single image it would be this:

We've got narration like "Whatevs. It's cool. I've already got a memory stick full of sick shit" and nobody talks like that!

I'm not 100% clear at this point how much time has passed between Pop Kids and this book (iirc it might be more specific later but I don't remember right now) but Alvin and Star, the grown-ass woman who straight up groomed him when he was 15 and nobody cared, are still together and living in San Francisco in an old Victorian, aka my dream life. But then, in the second paragraph of this entire book, he comes home to find her cheating on him, he hits the guy with his motorcycle helmet knocking out a tooth (which he takes???) and she kicks him out.

There's some nice references in this bit, like that Star is a masseuse and the room in the house where she works is known as the Zen Room (ayyyyy!), and as he's packing his clothes to leave he sprays them with her Rose 31 perfume. This book, having come out in 2017, makes sense to have been written during the writing of the Dreamcar record and I appreciate that little nod.

So Al leaves, and we're still only 4 pages into this book and we've changed location again, going to the "Tranny Shack" where he also works shooting the drag shows. And I am truly, wildly uncomfortable with this paragraph:

"A Nubian goddess enters her spotlight. Draped in the pelts of plush animals, Lucky Day caresses her luminous microphone. The audience hushes. She begins to sing "Circle of Life" and I lose it. Spotting me weeping behind my lens, the queen of the jungle steps from the stage through the crowd and in her soothing Song of The South voice, says, "This is your favorite number. Why ya cryin' sugar?" (11)

Look I'm willing to give Davey the benefit of the doubt and suggest that Lucky Day may be based on an actual drag queen he knows and this is all harmless, but is it weird! The use of "Nubian," while a valid name of an indigenous group in Africa, is also used by weird fetishists who think black women are ~exotic. Having your black drag queen character sing a song from the Lion King dressed in fake fur? And probably worst of all, the deeply stereotypical speech pattern and comparing her voice to Song of the South. Couldn't just say she had a southern accent, you had to go with probably the most obscure Disney movie, which is obscure because it's so racist even Disney won't re-release it. Song of the South has a weird cult following of racists who praise it and claim to love it as pushback against what they feel is Disney being too woke by like... having a single black princess or acknowledging that maybe a gay person might have existed in the periphery of one of their main characters. That's not Davey's fault of course, but the association is there and also it is really super weird to use that movie as a comparison! Hardly anyone has seen it! I'm uncomfy.

So anyway, Al ends up staying with Lucky Day for literal weeks. We're five pages in and there's a time jump. In the space of a paragraph on page 12 (the preface started on page 8) Al moves in, becomes depressed enough that he sleeps all day, doesn't shower and loses his job, and starts chain-smoking until Lucky can't take it anymore, Febrezes him while he's asleep, makes him shower and eat breakfast.

She makes him grits for breakfast and I don't think Davey knows what grits are, except that people from the South like them because he describes them being cooked in an iron pan which I'm like 90% sure is not how you make grits? Idk I'm not southern and also I find grits disgusting. But you don't make them in a frying pan!

In the space of another paragraph starting on page 13, Al gets a tattoo, starts working out, feels better about himself and gets a new job, so... a second time jump in two pages and we're not even 10 pages into the book. The pacing here is insane.

Lucky flies down to SoCal to hook up with an online fling and then comes back, having been assaulted. It turns out her online fling is a famous pop star, Jamie Shannon (let's take bets who he's based on!), and Al vows to wreck him. So he's off to LA, and this absolutely batshit insane preface comes to an end.

As I was writing this recap my cat came and closed the book on me and then stood on it so I think that's a good place to stop this first entry. I expect the pace to chill the fuck out when we get into the actual story so maybe I won't be writing so much about eight pages. EIGHT.

Aren't we glad we're all on this journey together.

#love fast los angeles #LFLA #davey havok #jenn reads lfla

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starryallnight · 4 years ago

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content creator year in review~!! i was tagged by the very lovely @haoranghae and @soft-pentagon (thanks for tagging me!) ♡♡

first creation in 2020:

i actually started proper gif making this year! my first set ever.. it’s pretty rough looking back on it... but it’s this set i made of Kino dancing along to Shine+Spring Snow on KiSing Booth!

most recent creation of 2020:

my last set was this! it’s of Hongseok and Hui for HONG Seasons #3~

one of your favorite creations from 2020:

this one! it’s nothing special and it’s not the best thing i’ve made but i just really love painter hyunggu...

a creation you’re really proud of:

probably my 2ggu Move set! this one definitely took the longest to make but i was pretty happy with how it turned out

a new style you tried this year and a work that uses it:

well everything was new for me lol but this set i made for PTG’s 4th anniversary. i did a lot of photoshopping to make the frames for the gifs!

a creation that took you forever:

other than Move since i mentioned that already.. this only took forever because it was my second time doing text posts but the set i made for NU’EST LOVE Story.

your creation from 2020 that received the most notes:

i believe it’s my Yuto on speaking satoori (ft. Wooseok) set!

a creation you think deserved more notes:

one of the edit attempts i did where i played with coloring.. it’s this basquiat set where i did b&w and when kino says “lights on” it turns into color (it looks better on desktop... on the app it’s a little pixel-y)

a new fandom you joined and a creation you made for it:

this is the only blog i have and i’ve been pretty dead set in my fandoms for a couple years now.. i’m a Universe (PTG) and L.O.Λ.E (NU’EST).. but i don’t gif enough NU’EST (although anyone who has every talked to me on tumblr has had to go through me promoting them like crazy lolol sorry about that to all my mutuals ANYWAYS not the point.. after a year or two of just being a fan i did finally become a Carat (Seventeen) this year!!!!!!

a creation you made that breaks your heart:

i couldn’t choose between the two but i translated NU’EST Baekho’s Produce 101 experience (how his votes were manipulated) and PTG Hongseok explaining why PTG was crying during their Shine+Spring Snow performance..

a ‘simple’ creation that you really love:

hmmm.. my NU’EST for Arena Homme+ set! (really because they’re visual kings.. and i liked this photoshoot)

a creation that was inspired by another one:

idk i can’t pick one.. i always see gif sets and think to myself that i want to do something like that. really all the creators on here that i have interacted with one way or another are so talented!!

a favorite creation created by someone else:

again so hard to pick.. seriously love everything on here... but @soft-pentagon ‘s KiSing Booth set is something that comes into mind (this is one of my favorite Hyunggu KiSing Booth quotes and i’m so glad Alex had made it into a set!!)

some of your favorite content creators from the year

oh goodness how am i suppose to choose?! when i say i love all the creators i interact it (whether it’s people i talk to or people i have liked/reblogged stuff from) i genuinely love everything they do♡♡

i’m tagging @monunivers @antihongseok-network @kihno and anyone else who wants to do it!

#2020 content creator year in review #tagged #other

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craby-bouquet · 5 years ago

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잠자리 - 2.3 : Roscid

I’m half living my life between reality and fantasy at all times.— Lady Gaga

~ Part 3 ~

Kwon Soonyoung x Female reader

Fantasy!AU, Romantic Comedy, Royal!AU

4k words

Masterlist | Seventeen masterlist | 잠자리 masterlist

1.1 | 1.2 | 2.1 | 2.2 | 2.3 | 2.4 | 3.1

You were pacing around the hallway in front of Oberon’s work room, waiting for Soonyoung to come back out. The both of you had been summoned shortly after you finished eating breakfast, and you were sure it was about him sleeping in your bed. You wondered what was happening behind the closed door, what they were saying. What if Soonyoung really was in big trouble? What if he was taken away from you?

The door opened and Soonyoung, with his eyes turned to the ground, came walking out.

“How’d it go?” you asked eagerly.

He turned his eyes to you, they stood empty, a hint of sadness, then he smiled “He wants you to go in. You’ll be fine.”

You nodded, still worried about everything that could possibly happen, but you did walk in slowly. You closed the door behind you and turned around to see the king sitting behind his desk, he stood up when he saw you.

“You look lovely.” he complimented you.

After breakfast another maid had come in to help you get into a complicated dress. You got to choose which dress you wanted to wear today and after stepping into your ridiculously large wardrobe, you decided to pick the most simple dress you could see. Dresses weren’t your thing, especially not big evening dresses. This soft pink dress had a simple jewel neckline and butterfly sleeves, the top reached until your hips before it flared out into layers of tulle that reached until just above your ankles. You felt silly, wearing a dress like this. If you were to wear this back home, people would call you crazy.

“Thank you.”

He smiled and nodded “You looked kind of out of place yesterday, in the outfit you wore then. You now truly look like you belong here.”

You nodded, not sure what to say.

He sighed and gestured you to sit down on the other side of the desk. You did as he commanded and sat across from him.

He folded his hands on the table “I think you know what this is about?”

You nodded. You couldn’t be sure, but you sure had a feeling.

“Soonyoung told me about how you have trouble sleeping in places you don’t know, and that’s why you asked him to stay.”

For a second, you frowned. That wasn’t necessarily true, you didn’t have trouble sleeping anywhere. But then it dawned on you what Soonyoung did.

“That’s right, yeah.” You said softly, as if it was something you were ashamed off.

Oberon smiled relieved “Why didn’t you just tell me? We could have taken care of that.”

You shrugged. Why did you not tell him? “I didn’t want to bother you.”

He gently rested his hand on your shoulder and looked you in the eye, his eyes were soft, loving “You’re never a bother. Now let’s see what we can do to fix that.” He thought for a little, humming as he searched for an idea.

“We could put an extra bed in your room, so Soonyoung could stay with you? Or maybe he could just sleep on a couch…”

You wiggled your toes under the table, and bit your lip “I actually felt really safe with him sleeping next to me…” You said softly, hoping that wouldn’t make him angry or something. But that was the truth. You felt unsafe in your room, something just… wasn’t right. And Soonyoung being next to you made you feel so much safer.

Oberon didn’t get angry, but he did seem like he had to really think about that, like that hurt his brain. He sighed, “A princess cannot sleep in the same bed as her guard. It’s just… inappropriate...”

You didn’t say anything, just looked down at your hands on your lap.

“But you feel safe with him- and I’m glad about that, because that is the whole reason why he became your guard. So who am I to say he can’t sleep in your bed. As long as you keep it appropriate.”

You laughed, genuinely happy “Of course. Thank you so much.”

He was happy to see you laugh, to hear you laugh, for the first time in person.

You jumped up, trying to dim down your happiness before he would change his mind or something.

“One more thing,” He said before you could leave, “The maid told you about lunch, right?”

You nodded “Yes. She said something came up, so you had to change the schedule.”

He nodded, “Alright. Well, I just want you to know there’s nothing you have to worry about.”

You hadn’t worried about it until he told you you shouldn’t worry. Something about the way he said it alarmed you. But you forced a smile anyway, reassuring him you weren’t worried.

Soonyoung was happy to hear the two of you weren’t in trouble. Apparently Oberon had been quite harsh with him, but he was glad to hear he hadn’t yelled at you.

Lunch with the king was awkward, you saw more similarities between the two of you, and you were glad to see you had things in common, but things were still kind of… weird. You both didn’t know each other and trying to get to know each other was quite hard if there were so many guards standing in the room with you. Talking freely didn’t seem like an option considering there were more people who’d listen along.

After lunch you both stood up, Soonyoung rushed to your side immediately.

“Maybe you could show me around the castle,” you tried to find something to call him, “highness.”

The king smiled, happy that you wanted to spend more time with him “I would love to, however, I have business to attend to. My sincerest apologies. Maybe master Soonyoung could show you around?”

You were surprised by how upset you were by the fact he once again didn’t have time for you, but you forced a smile and nodded. What he had to do was probably really important.

“But I cleared out my calendar for tomorrow after noon, maybe we could spend some time together then? Walk through the garden or something, maybe check out town?”

You nodded “I would like that.”

Oberon smiled, and walked away without saying anything else. Your shoulders dropped the moment the big door closed behind him.

Soonyoung pushed your shoulder, you had to change your stance in order to hold your balance. But he managed to make you laugh.

“Let’s go. I know just where to start our tour.”

You rolled your eyes “The kitchen?”

His eyes lit up as he smirked “You know me so well.”

The castle was truly gorgeous, totally like a fairytale castle but filled with plants and flowers of all kind. Growing on the walls and ceiling, sometimes even covering the ground. It was huge, and you expected to get lost here more than a few times, but you felt safe. Which was… odd, considering you didn’t even feel safe in your own room. Maybe you really did have trouble sleeping in new places.

Just thinking about wandering through those long halls again, made butterflies flutter through your stomach. And you got that chance the next day, on your way to Oberon for your walk through the garden, the only place Soonyoung didn’t show you during your tour.

This time. you told Soonyoung you wanted to try finding Oberon’s room by yourself. You had been there before so you were sure you must be able to find it again. Oh, how wrong you were.

You had been walking the halls for ages, yet you hadn’t come any bit closer to your destination. They really should put signs in these confusing halls. The sense of security you had had the day before had melted as snow, and you were quite positive you were lost. Well, you were completely sure.

The weirdest part was that there was no staff to be seen anywhere. You had no idea how castles work, of course, but you always thought there was staff everywhere.

But then you heard hurried, high-heeled footsteps coming your way, and a honey sweet women’s voice mumbling to herself. She didn’t sound happy, like she was angry with someone. When she came around the corner, your breath got stuck in your throat.

She was the most gorgeous woman you had ever seen. Her long, blonde hair was dancing all around her, some jewel hanging from it to her forehead. She wore a gorgeous, simple, cornflower blue dress that seemed to be fitted just for her, with a lace shawl hanging from her shoulders. Her face was like that of a model, like she had just walked away from a photoshoot.

She stopped and frowned when she saw you.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing here?” The fact that she seemed annoyed completely got lost in how pretty her voice sounded.

You bowed in reflex, but she waved it away “Yes, fine. Aren’t you supposed to be cleaning or something, maid?”

She thought you were a maid..? You looked down at the dress you picked today, it definitely didn’t remind you of something a maid would wear.

She followed your eyes to your dress, and suddenly seemed to realize something, her eyes almost pressed shut, “You’re his daughter, aren’t you?”

You were sure she meant king Oberon, so you nodded hurriedly.

Her expression changed suddenly, her eyes kind, her body less stiff, as she walked up to you and embraced you. You just stood there, letting her hug you tightly, not knowing how to act.

“You should have said so! Silly girl.” Her laugh was enchanting, “I’m queen Titania.”

You had figured that. You bowed again “It is a pleasure to meet you, your highness.”

She waved your words away, “I’m sure it is, but don’t be silly, you don’t have to act all formal to me, we’re family!”

That last word caught you off guard. She was right, she was your father’s wife, you just hadn’t thought about it like that yet.

“I wanted to meet you so badly, but my husband didn’t let me. I suppose he wanted your sweet face all to himself.” She playfully touched your nose with her index finger, “I tried to tell him that was ridiculous, I was sure you would want to meet me. I’m so glad we meet at last.”

You smiled “I’m glad too.”

“Ah! You’re so sweet. Are you on your way to your dad?”

The way she called him your dad so easily, sounded strange to you. You hadn’t thought of him as a ‘dad’ until now, the word sounded so far away. You nodded, however, knowing she meant well.

She looked around, with a strange expression, “Then, what are you doing here? This isn’t even close to his office.”

You bit your lip “I got lost.”

She seemed to enjoy that, but got herself together very quickly, “Don’t worry, I got lost when I first got here, too. Do you need me to show you the way? I just came back from his office, so…”

“I wouldn’t want to be a bother.”

She put her hand in the small of your back, and pushed gently to get you to walk along with her, “Oh, that’s no problem whatsoever! I would love to spend this time together, we need to bond too, you know. I sort of am your mother now.” She started talking as you walked down the hallway.

What did she mean by being your mother? She wasn’t anything like your mother.

“In this world I am, anyway. Your mom’s husband is your dad, right? So then your father’s wife must be your mom. And since I am that wife.” When she saw your conflicted face, her expression changed, “Oh but don’t worry, I don’t expect you to treat me like a mother, I would just like to do some bonding. Do some girl stuff together.” She winked.

You nodded, she seemed more eager to spend time with you than Oberon. You didn’t understand why the fairies and Robin Goodfellow called her difficult, she seemed lovely to you.

She talked the entire way, you were pretty sure that, even if you tried, you wouldn’t get a chance to talk at all. You didn’t mind though, she was cheerful and nice, and filled the silence of the empty halls. There were some maid’s here and there, but they only bowed, didn’t say anything and didn’t look either of you in the eye. Titania didn’t react to them at all, ected like they didn’t exist.

You recognized the door you stopped in front of as Oberon’s office. Titania smiled down at you “Here we are. Oh and maybe put in a good word for me, if you don’t mind.” She winked.

You smiled back at her before knocking on the door.

“Come in.” Your father’s voice said on the other side. Once the door opened, he seemed to notice Titania, who waved at him with a devilish face, something you didn't see, and glared angrily at her.

He stood up to welcome you as the door closed, and gestured you to sit.

“I see you met Titania…” he carefully started, trying to look nonchalant, but clearly bothered.

You nodded “I did, she seems lovely.”

He scoffed, “She’s a good actress.”

“She was nice to me.” You said defensively.

“I’m sure she was.” Still mockingly, “She just came from my office, where I told her to leave you alone. Yet she pulls this, completely ignoring my order. I’m truly glad she was good to you, but don’t think she’s a saint.”

“I didn’t. She was just being nice is all.” You couldn’t believe he could talk like that about his own wife. It disappointed you.

He sighed, touching the bridge of his nose, “I know, I know. She is a nice lady, she just never… listens.” He sighed once more, before lifting his head to smile at you, “Anyway, we need not worry about her today. We’re going to have fun.”

He folded his hands on the desk in front of him "I just finished my paperwork, so you arrived at a perfect timing." He smiled sweetly, for the first time since you were here he seemed to drop the whole king attitude "So, what do you wanna do? Go to the garden? Go into town?"

You made a thoughtful sound, you hadn't really thought about it but it was an easy decision "I have only seen a snippet of the garden, I would love to see more."

He stood up excitedly "Well, let us go then."

The afternoon was lovely, it was great talking to Oberon as your father, telling him about yourself, him asking questions. And you were also happy you got to know him, how much you had in common, a thing you were always bothered by with your father at home whom you had nothing in common with. It felt strange, insane and unreal.

It was way easier to bond and talk when there weren't guards around everywhere. Yeah, there were guards in the gardens, but way less, and they were kind of out of sight. You felt more free.

The garden was just as beautiful as the inside of the castle, truly a masterpiece, as if you were living inside a painting. It seemed like it couldn't possibly be real.

All in all, you had a good time. And you finally felt like you actually got a chance to bond with the man who was supposed to be your father. And you actually had fun.

Soonyoung was laying on your bed as you came back to your room, he was just staring up at the ceiling.

“You good?” you asked with a big smile on your face and one eyebrow raised.

His face turned to you with a smile “Yup.”

You sat down beside him, petting his hair gently as you chuckled.

“Did you have fun with Oberon?” He asked.

You nodded “Surprisingly, yes.”

He frowned “Surprisingly?”

“I wasn’t sure what to expect beforehand…” You bit your lip, “But I liked hanging out with him and getting to know him.”

His smile grew wider as he turned his gaze back to the ceiling “Good.”

You laid down as well, holding onto his arm and as you, too, looked up at the ceiling. There was nothing to see but some plants with pretty flowers.The room still felt weird, unsafe. It made you uncomfortable and scared in a weird way. You tried ignoring it, blaming it on you not being used to it, but you were almost sure that wasn’t all. Something was wrong.

“What did you do in my absence? Have you looked up at the ceiling the whole time?” you tried to get your mind off the weird feeling.

Soonyoung laughed “Nope, that’s only the past half hour. I was at my parents.”

Your eyes grew wide “Really? That’s Amazing!”

He nodded “I hadn’t seen them in a while so it was fun.”

You couldn’t help but smile at how happy he looked “I’m glad.”

He grabbed something he was laying on and held it up to you “Here.”

It was a stuffed animal snake. You took it from him, laughing “What..?”

Soonyoung shrugged “I promised you I’d show you my plushie.”

You laughed loudly as you threw your arms around the boy beside you, snake plushie still in your hand as you blew softly in his neck, making him chuckle.

“I love it, it’s really cute.”

He raised an eyebrow, his face stood devious, you knew he was gonna make a corny joke “So you think I’m cute..?”

“Yep.” You responded without hesitation, which clearly wasn’t the response he expected to get from you. You could see his eyes finding something to say back, but he didn’t seem to be able to. After a little while he just gave in and sat up.

“Did you have dinner yet?”

You nodded, as you also sat up “Yes I did.” with Oberon, it was just there, in the dining room, as you got back from your walk. And the dinner wasn’t awkward at all, unlike the other day “Have you?”

He nodded too, “My mom made me my favorite.”

That made you smile, you were happy he got to see his parents. You couldn’t imagine what it must have been like for him to be away so long, watching over you. In a weird way, it made you feel kind of guilty. He left them to take care of you.

He stood up and walked over to the door "I'm going to put on my pyjamas, take care of Hoshi for me, please." He winked.

You held the snake plus his up and frowned "You named it Hoshi?"

"Yup. See ya in a sec, highness." He winked before closing the door behind him. You decided this would be a good time for you to change into you pyjamas, too. You gently put Hoshi on the bed, shaking you head with a big smile on your face as you thought of Soonyoung.

Shortly after you put your nightgown on, there was a knock on the door and a yawning Soonyoung walked in "I'm so tired!" He exclaimed as he ran to the bed and jumped on it, burying himself between the pillows and the blanket "I'll miss this bed when we go home…"

You jumped beside him, not noticing Hoshi falling off the bed "When are we going back?"

Soonyoung sighed and turned around to look at you "Tomorrow evening. It's quite a journey back so prepare yourself."

You nodded as you laid down, holding Soonyoung's hand in yours.

He looked around "Where's Hoshi?"

You frowned and sat up, looking around also, you saw a white, fluffy tail stick out from under the bed.

"It must have falling as I laid down, let me get it." You bend forward to get the snake from under the bed, but to your surprise it wasn't the only thing there. You frowned as you looked at the rat, looking back at you. You didn't think they'd have those here.

"Everything okay?" Soonyoung asked chuckling.

"Yeah. I got him. There's a rat here, too."

Soonyoung fell silent for a little while "Are you sure." His voice changed, it wasn't as cheerful and loving as you were used to. Instead it was cold, and stern.

You nodded as you got back up, plushie in your hand "Yeah."

Soonyoung's eyes seemed kind of panicked, as if they were trying to decide what to do, how to react. And then he jumped off the bed.

"Highness, I need you to get Robin Goodfellow and Oberon. Tell them about the rat."

You frowned, confused "...wha-?"

His eyes turned even more stern, demanding even "Now. This is very important. Tell them I'm catching the rat. Go!"

Then he turned into a snake, and disappeared beneath the bed.

The urgency in his eyes got you scared, made you run to the door and into the hallway. Hoshi clamed between you arm.

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lady-charinette · 5 years ago

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can we have some more bad boy!Adrien hcs? [I love your blog you're doing so great you make my day ❤💙🧡💜💛💚❤💜🧡💙💛]

Hi!! Omg thank you so much dear anon! :3 I'm glad you like all the random stuff I post ^_^

Hmm...Bad boy!Adrien headcanons huh... (I remember writing a few, but for the life of me I can't find them they're so far back in my dash ugh).

Adrien would irrevocably annoy the sh*** out of Gabriel. Wear disaster clothes, wear clothes from a rival brand, do disastrous interviews (he's polite to the interviewer but he talks shit about his dad's company)

'Did you know 'Gabriel' used to fund a clothing line publicly known for exploiting poor farming families in the third world countries? I still think they find them.'

'Oh, my old man's fashion sense? Have you SEEN him? I know he hasn't been out in years, all cooped up in his room, but he dresses even worse than Paris' most eligible lepers. A miracle I didn't turn out that way.'

Adrien once stole someone's bike, but gave it back after realizing it wasn't from his asshole neighbor, but a small child. He may be a bad boy, but he got a heart.

Adrien loves to be rebellious and show it. Wearing rival brand's clothes? Check. Coming late to class? Check. Picking fights with bullies bc he's stronger and doesn't take their shit? Check. Sassing and backtalking to Gabriel? Check.

He loves cats, will regularly bring street cats home. Gabriel f***king loses it when he hears suspicious meows from his son's bedroom and he's literally attacked by a pile of hissing cats.

Adrien has a 'Keep Out!' sign on his bedroom door. He flips it when Gorilla comes to bring him food bc he likes the man.

He often bribed Gorilla to drive off somewhere without Gabriel's knowledge, claiming he went to Chinese lessons or such. They eat junk food they're normally not allowed to eat and hang out

Adrien is still friends with Chloe but he doesn't take shit from her. He always reminds her whenever she's being a b*** and rectifies her behavior by refusing to be her friend

He also plays Lila like a fiddle, his threats being far more real and a bit more threatening since he has friends in less than ideal milieu (criminals even)

Nino is his best bro, they often visit underground clubs so Nino can shine as a budding DJ

Adrien loves his freedom so he gets extra angry whenever his father tries locking him up in his room (too bad the old man doesn't know about his lock picking skills)

He picks fights here and there, mostly fights with staffs, they're more like play fights to test his strength and skill and polish it

He accidentally created a type of gang that follows him and listens to him. He wasnt really interested at first, but he got more into being a gang leader after learning all the pranks he could pull on Gabriel and his enemies

Adrien still claims, to this day, that he never saw the pink glittery panties in his father's wardrobe in his life

He's best friends with Luka, he sometimes teases the older boy for not being enough 'bad' in his rockstar image, but Luka's a bit too kind to go fully rogue

Adrien does, though, have a healthy respect and a bit of fear (which he will never admit) when Luka once bailed him out of a gang fight gone wrong. The boy was a force to be reckoned with, Adrien never wanted to make him angry

He dyed his hair right before a photoshoot. It was pure pink. The other time it was green. Another one was black. Gabriel lost his shit on all accounts.

Marinette is the only girl in the entire school Adrien hasn't played a prank on yet (his pranks are more merciful and gentle on girls than on the guys, but Marinette never once suffered)

There was a gum incident where Adrien was blamed, but the blonde model swore it hadn't been him

Adrien detests his cousin with a burning passion. Felix is smart enough to not provoke him, he wasn't the same pushover, sunshine boy he used to be.

#ml headcanons #bad boy!adrien #bad boy adrien #ml #miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste

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mcwriting · 5 years ago

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one kiss is all it takes

I had this cute idea pop into my brain one night when I was tryna sleep and just couldn’t stop thinking about it.

It’s wayyyyy overly descriptive but this whole thing was basically me imagining every little detail possible and putting it on the page. I’m not one for ambiguity in my writing if you haven’t noticed lol.

Anyways I’m still working on starstruck so here’s this for your troubles

Fandom: Thomas Stanley Holland (plus mention of spidey)

Ship: Tom Holland x Reader (ik the beginning has Peter but it’s explained under the cut ;) lol)

Setting: good ol’ Atlanta, GA (aka a place I wanna visit so bad)

Word Count: 4943 (omg I almost had a stroke reading that number this is my longest story to date)

Warnings: teeny bad word, some SeXuAl themes and kissing, as the title implies

Rating: T but it ain’t that extreme

sorry it’s so long lol rip

“Look, Peter, you may have been gone that 5 years, but I lost almost everything during them, and then, it all somehow got worse,” you explained through gritted teeth, standing from the end of your king sized bed to face him.

“My mom, my only source of comfort, was snapped, blipped, gone, sucked into a stupid rock for five years and me? I was stuck up here in this dumb apartment with an asshole father,” tears streamed down your face, confusing you, as you continued ferociously.

“You know what happened after maybe six months? He brought home his idiot secretary and flaunted her in front of me for over four YEARS! And guess what happened after the whole shebang was over and everyone came back?”

Your voice finally cracked and you stared at Peter for a moment before continuing.

“He pretended that he was faithful the entire time, all the while ignoring me and ruining every false hope I had that he was a decent human being. So you know what, spider boy? You may have been gone those five years, but I lost every good relationship in my life, so don’t come here pretending like you’re the only one with problems in this city,” you whispered.

He stood, reaching out to say something, but you held up a hand to stop him in his tracks.

“You know what? Just get out,” you commanded.

“Wait I-”

“Out. Now.”

He stood for a brief second before stepping to your open window. Before he could put the mask on and go, a loud voice cut through the silence over a speaker.

“Cut!” Exclaimed Jon, causing both you and Tom to relax and smile.

You wiped the unintentional tears from your face. This had been your third take and for some reason, you had finally worked up a cry for the scene. It felt right, and Tom came over to compliment you on it.

You were filming for another Spider-Man film and your character was a fresh take on Gwen Stacy, who had a new name similarly to Zendaya’s MJ.

The character was a rich, somewhat bratty New Yorker who had been eleven during Thanos’s snap and grown into a sixteen year old Midtown student by the time everyone was revived.

She hadn’t been on the European trip displayed in Far From Home, the excuse being that she was a model working events and doing photoshoots all summer. She also had become one of the most popular people in the school due to her internet fame, incredible academics, and wealth.

You had been shocked to receive the role but honored to become a member of the MCU. Over the couple of months spent in Atlanta by now, you had become integrated with the rest of the cast, getting especially close with your celebrity (and now real) crush Tom Holland.

Weekends were often spent at the house Marvel provided him, where he lived with Harry and Harrison, who was once again able to tag along as Tom’s “assistant.” You lived only minutes down the road in your own small place and would go to Tom’s to swim or just hang out.

You and Tom were currently talking, you joking that you wished the scene was done so you wouldn’t have to bring out tears again.

Almost prophetically, the Jason Bourne theme began playing over the speakers, Jon’s way of indicating that the scene was finished and needed no further work until post-production.

You looked to Tom and both of you sighed and held out arms for a hug and congratulations, ready to wrap the day as it was a late Friday night and you wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed all weekend.

You two began walking off of set to go to the trailers when Jon jogged after, calling out,

“Hold on guys, I need to talk to you about next week!”

He was holding two manila envelopes, each printed with yours and Tom’s names. Jon gripped them tightly.

“So I thought I’d give you these tentative scripts for the kissing scene so you two could prepare for Monday. As always, you can do some improv or try to make it better but I thought I’d give this as a heads up,” the director explained.

You were stunned, and surely looked it too. A quick glance at Tom showed he was more collected but definitely confused too.

“I’m sorry, Jon, but kiss? You never said there would be one between us I mean, he and MJ are still together, right?” You asked tentatively.

“Yeah I’m gonna have to agree with y/n, man. You said we might have a ‘moment’ but never mentioned a kiss. The fans’ll hate us,” Tom concurred, “but I haven’t read it yet so I’m sure it makes sense.”

“Wait did I not warn you guys? I’m so sorry. I mean we can change the scene if it makes you guys uncomf-”

“NO!” you exclaimed way too quickly, face heating up. “No, no, I mean, I’ll do it, if Tom’s in. I just, uh, didn’t realize we’d have to do an actual, real kiss is all.”

You had never kissed anyone before, and the prospect of Tom Holland being your first was unbelievably tempting. Tom had nodded along and agreed to move forward with it as well. With that and the scripts now in hand, you began walking to your trailers again, Tom alongside you.

After a few moments of silence under the artificial lights outside, Tom spoke up.

“Hey, would you maybe want to practice this scene at my place tomorrow? I know it was all kind of just thrown on us and I’d definitely feel better with some rehearsing.”

You smiled at the gesture, but again blushed at the thought of kissing Tom Holland, the guy you had been crushing on since Homecoming. You were glad that there was a shadow hiding your pink cheeks.

“Honestly, that’s perfect. I can come over at like 11 and after we can all have lunch and hang by the pool?” You asked, nervously hoping he would accept as you stepped in front of the steps to your trailer.

“That’s perfect, darling,” he replied, voice smooth and clear. You couldn’t help but look back at him walking away as you climbed the steps and went through the door, butterflies making themselves present in your stomach.

You slung your bag containing a swimsuit, sunscreen, towel, and snacks over the back of a chair and tossed your keys on the end table in Tom’s living room. You, Harry, and Haz sat on the kitchen counters while waiting for Tom to come out from a shower, joking around and sipping on beverages.

Soon enough, Tom came out and led you into the office, a small room with a couch, desk, and bookshelves that connected to the backyard with a sliding glass door. It was pretty private and well lit, giving you both a comfortable environment to work.

You started off by just reading over the lines and doing some basic marking, always stopping before the kiss. The scene would tie into Friday’s take, where Peter would return to your room to apologize, and you would kiss him out of nowhere in your distress. Then, you would promptly kick him out again upon realizing the ramifications the kiss could have on Peter and MJ’s relationship.

Finally, Tom suggested you work on the kiss by itself,

“Before we do, can I make a confession?,” you questioned, chest beating heavily.

“Of course,” he said, full attention on you, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“Look, Tom, I’ve never kissed anyone, in real life or acting. Can we please take this slow?”

“Absolutely y/n. I had no idea,” he looked around, “and since it’s your first time, I think a lesson is at hand.”

You cocked an eyebrow, then nodded, trying not to seem too excited. He led you over to the large, sturdy oak desk, gesturing for you to hop up.

“I know you’re in control of this during the actual scene, but if it’s okay I thought maybe I could lead it for right now? I get it if you don’t want to but-”

“No, no. That’s a great idea,” you pushed onto the desk and sat on the edge, legs dangling, “tell me what I’ve gotta do.”

He smiled and stepped forward.

“Okay, um. Well. Is it okay if I get between your legs, or put one knee in and,” you burst out in laughter at his wording, “Oh my God that sounded awful didn’t it I’m so sorry I just don’t want to push you further than you’re ready to go.”

“Tom,” you put a hand on his shoulder, pulling him closer, your knees now around his hips, “you’re doing great. And you know me, I’m not afraid to tell you what’s up if I’m not feeling it.”

He looked down at you sheepishly, then placed his hands on the desk on either side of you. Your position caused you to be only a few inches shorter than him, so as he leaned forward his face came even closer.

The proximity made your heart race, and you tried to figure out where to put your own hands, settling on your lap for now.

He grabbed your wrists and placed your palms on his back, then put his own on your shoulders.

“Okay so is it alright if I put my hands on your neck and chin? Or do you want to do something different?”

“Dude, just do what feels right. You’re the one with experience. If it goes bad, then it’s bad and we figure out what to do, right?”

“Maybe you should be the one doing this then,” he chuckled, causing you to wrinkle your nose and shake your head.

His fingers traced up your shoulders and neck, him placing the left on the nape of your neck, underneath your mess of hair, and the right just below your chin. He tipped your face up gently and you were now millimeters apart, so close that you could feel his hot breath.

“May I?” he whispered, making you gulp and give a slight nod. You could feel your eyes glazing over.

He took this as a yes and leaned in further, finally closing the gap. You closed your eyes completely to melt into his warm lips. The feeling of his fingers gripping your hair was like heaven, and after a seeming eternity, finally you separated to get some air.

Your eyes were still closed when you felt Tom brush his thumb over your lips. Upon opening your eyes and glancing up, Tom was looking at you with a soft grin mimicking yours. His left hand remained in your hair but he slid the right one down to the space between your shoulder blades.

“Was that alright for your first time, darling?” He questioned sweetly, words dripping like thick honey in the still air.

It was like fireworks were going off around you in your head.

“I, um. It, yeah. Absolutely. I’m just... wow.” you stammered, unable to compose yourself properly.

He breathed out a laugh and threw his head back, then went back to looking into your eyes. You studied the crinkles by his eyes and his lopsided grin closely, trying to burn the memory into your brain forever.

“Shall we try again?” he asked cheekily, and you responded with fervor once more.

He continued to move his right hand further down, palm spreading over the small of your back. Your nerves tingled at the touch and instinctively you arched your back. Your own hands found themselves on his shoulders and your legs wrapped all the way around his hips loosely.

The second time was longer, hungrier, more passionate.

Am I dreaming? You promptly imagined, wondering how life had brought you to this moment.

After separating this time, you could see a ravenous flame in Tom’s eyes, and you decided to try something different.

You told him to wait as you climbed further onto the desk, sitting on your knees and now towering a few inches above Tom. He looked a you with an interested glint in his eyes as you scooted closer.

Your hands found his again and this time you guided them to the lowest part of your back, hoping he would take the hint.

With that, you were now in control, grabbing each side of his face between your palms and pulling him forward and up into another kiss, his hands instinctively traveling below your hips and onto your glutes, just as you had wanted.

Suddenly you broke the kiss, afraid you were coming on too strong.

“This is all for research purposes, right?”

“Sure, we’ll call it that,” he quipped before pulling you back down.

Eventually you found yourself standing on the ground, once again shorter than Tom but happy nonetheless. The make out session continued, both of you trying to convince yourselves that with each new hand position or lean you were purely trying it all for the measly scene on Monday.

Finally, you found yourselves on the couch. You had started by just sitting next to each other, similar to how the scene described your positions, but now somehow you were sitting straddled over his lap, knees digging into the sofa and his hands once again resting on your backside.

Nothing could ruin this moment you thought as your fingers ran through his curls.

Oh how wrong you were.

You thought you were just imagining the sound of the door creaking open, but suddenly realized that you hadn’t when a new male voice spoke up.

“Woah, hey there you two,” Harry joked, causing you to whip your head around and stare at him like a deer in the headlights.

“Harry! It’s not what it looks like, I swear!” You immediately exclaimed.

Nice one, y/n. Like you aren’t just straight up making out with his brother??

“Righttttt. So anyways I just came to let you know that lunch is ready and also you guys have been in here for like an hour but feel free to finish up whatever... this is,” he trailed gesturing vaguely at you two before turning around and shutting the door behind himself.

You turned back to Tom, whose face was red as a tomato (and yours probably was too), then in record time separated yourself from his lap, heart pounding like never before.

“Sooo... lunch?” He asked awkwardly.

“Definitely. Definitely lunch.”

You were lounging on a chaise near the pool, sunglasses covering your closed eyes as you soaked in the sun. The boys were messing around in the pool and you couldn’t help but think about what happened before lunch every time Tom spoke.

“Hey y/n!” he called.

“Hmm?” you hummed, not bothering to look up.

“Why don’t you join us? We want to do a chicken fight and I need a partner.”

“Depends. How warm is the water?” you ask, still unmoving.

“Like 30 degrees! It’s so nice.”

“That’s below freezing in Fahrenheit. Not very appealing to me.”

“Alright that’s like, what, 85 f? It feels reeaaaally good, babe.”

You couldn’t help but smile when he called you babe. It wasn’t the first time he had, and he actually did it to a lot of people, but it still felt nice.

“Alright fine,” you sighed dramatically as you stood up, removed your sunglasses, and dove in.

An hour or so later, more members of the cast had come over and you decided to join Zendaya under the porch, both of you watching the new team of Jacob and Tom chicken fighting Harry and Harrison while Tony, Remy, and Angourie looked on from nearby.

“So I heard that Harry saw something going on earlier. Anything you wanna tell me?” Z mentioned slyly, lowering her sunglasses to eye you.

You groaned and placed your head in your hands.

“Is he really gonna tell everyone?” You managed to ask, wanting to crawl in a hole and hide forever.

Zendaya had been the first person to confront you about your crush on Tom about two weeks after filming began. She had told you that most of the people on set had a suspicion but were afraid to ask, so ever since then you often confided in her for advice or just to spill tea.

Finally, you sat up and quietly told her what happened, her trying to hype you up occasionally while you instead tried to shush her as not to draw the boys’ attention.

That night, after pizza and drinks with everyone, you prepared to go home, grabbing your bag, keys, and script. You called out a goodbye to everyone still there and waved, heading to the door.

Tom jumped up and followed you.

“Hey, y/n!” you turned around at his voice and could see everyone elbowing each other and whispering in the beackground. He led you out the door and shut it behind him.

“I just wanted to make sure you were alright after today and say I’m sorry if I ever took things too far,” he confessed. Your heart swelled at how sweet and considerate he was.

“Honestly Tom, I could say the same. I’m was afraid you think I’m crazy or something,” you joked, causing a chuckle from both of you and him to shake his head.

“I could never. You already know how crazy I am, and I think I’ve already seen some of your wild side too,” he shot back.

You both said your goodbyes and went in for a hug. It lasted a few seconds longer than normal, and when you pulled away, he looked down at his feet. Even then, he still waited on the porch for you to get in your car and waved as you pulled away, making sure you got out safe.

It was 5 am Monday morning and you weren’t ready to head to set.

Your Sunday had been pretty standard, reading over lines in the morning and hanging out with some of your cast mates that afternoon. Once night fell, though, you found it difficult to sleep in fear of the kiss scene.

Yours and Tom’s Saturday afternoon kept replaying in your head like a Twitter gif until you finally succumbed to exhaustion, dreaming still about a certain celebrity, so you weren’t exactly well rested upon waking.

Once arriving to your trailer at Pinewood Atlanta, you dropped off your things and headed straight to hair and makeup. The scene would be set at night as your character prepared to go to bed, so only a light coating of natural foundation and clear mascara adorned your face and your hair was tied back in two french braids.

You were glad that your makeup was so quick today, but you also didn’t want to leave as dread filled your stomach about the scene.

It was one thing to make out with Tom Holland in the privacy of his own home, but another to plant one on him in front of the cast, crew, and cameras.

You headed to wardrobe, where you got dressed into comfortable black leggings and an oversized midtown sweatshirt.

You were walking out when Jon, looking down at his phone in hand, almost ran into you, stopping you in your tracks.

“Oh, hey, y/n! Just the person I was looking for. I just wanted to see how you were feeling about this whole kissing scene. Are you ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess,” you laughed, “but really, Tom and I worked through it Saturday so I think it’ll be alright.”

“Right, yeah I heard about that. Harry said you guys were pretty... thorough about the scene. Well anyways, we’ll call you and Tom to set in a little bit. He’s getting in the suit right now. See you later!” Jon walked off, going back to his business on his phone.

You, on the other hand, were frozen in place, mortified. Why did Harry have the need to tell everyone that he caught you locking lips with his brother? It was just research, after all, nothing serious, you tried to convince yourself again.

You of course shouldn’t have been surprised. Leave it to a Holland brother to keep his mouth shut...

You walked onto the bedroom set, where Tom was already present with his back to you, getting some last minute translucent powder over his t-zone.

His ass and thighs looked exceptionally good in the suit today, the tight material hugging his muscular body nicely.

You felt a little bad that your costume was literally pajamas and Tom’s was spandex, but hey, you weren’t necessarily complaining.

You took a deep breath, trying to shake off any “intrusive” thoughts, considering the high you were still riding from Saturday and your nervousness for the shoot.

When Tom turned around and his eyes met yours, his face lit up.

“Hey, darling. Good morning. How are you? Are you ready?” he immediately began, his chipper voice surprising you considering how early it still was. You both went in for a hug.

“Good morning to you, too. And I think so, considering how well we prepared the other day,” you joked quietly into his shoulder.

You both pulled away and he had his eyebrows raised in response to your smirk.

He was about to rebut when Jon made his way over, putting one hand on each of your shoulders.

“Alright you two. I know you worked things out over the weekend, but you guys are gonna have to hold back a little bit, this may be an intense scene, but not that kind,” he chastised, a hint of mischief in his voice.

Jon was eyeing both of you, and you and Tom both looked to find each other blushing like mad.

With that as confirmation, Jon clapped his hands together and yelled out for the production team to get in their positions so you could camera test and eventually shoot the scene.

With everything planned out, you both got into character and found yourself in place to begin.

The AC held a clap board in front of the camera, waiting for the all clear to begin your take.

“Alright, action,” Jon called over the microphone.

You walked across the room, stopping in your footsteps.

“Peter...” you trailed in surprise.

He pulled off the mask and shook his head, motioning for you to wait and allow him to speak.

He began apologizing, trying to convince your character to give him a second chance and even try to be friends.

Then he started talking about his parents and uncle Ben, causing your face to fall over time as realization that both characters had experienced extreme loss in different ways, his much worse than yours.

Both of you eventually sat on the side of the bed closely and looked at each other, a sad expression glazing your features. You looked down in thought.

“Are you okay?” Peter asked tentatively.

An overwhelming urge took you over and your lips crashed into his. You had squeezed your eyes shut and put a hand on his shoulder. Peter stiffened like a board, but then kissed back.

Suddenly, you pulled back, eyes wide open.

“Oh my God. You’re with MJ. I just kissed a taken man. Peter, you just kissed me back!”

Panic overcame your voice.

“You have to leave, now!” you exclaimed in your alarmed state.

“Wait, we can talk about this, it wasn’t what you think!”

“Peter, I can’t do this to your girlfriend. She doesn’t deserve this. You need to go, and you should probably give her a heads up about what happened. But please,” your voice was desperate now, “make sure she knows it’s my fault. Make her hate me, not you.”

Parallel to the last scene, Peter went back to your open window, ready to mask up and swing out.

“Cut!” Jon called out again, then asked you to stay in your positions while he came down.

“Guys that was great!” he began upon getting closer. He then gave you both a few notes, explaining that you would need to do the shot a few more times at least to get it really solid.

After every take, both you (and hopefully Tom) became more comfortable kissing in front of the crew. It took another twenty or so takes with different motivations and movements and angles before Jon called it done.

Both of you suspected that he and everyone else really just wanted you to kiss more, but no one would mention it out loud.

With the scene finished, everyone prepared to film other parts of the movie where Peter would have his mask off and you got to have a few breaks, watching from afar with Harry, Harrison, and some of the other assistants.

Harry leaned over at some point during the afternoon.

“You two really tamed it down, huh?” he whispered. You gave him a backhanded hit to the bicep.

“Oh shut up. We were acting, that’s all.”

He raised a suspicious eyebrow and leaned in again.

“Tell that to the video Harrison got of you two in the study. He may or may not have set up a camera in the bookcase,” he suggested, glancing over to Tom’s oblivious best friend.

You gasped and straightened up.

“I’ll kill him,” you too looked to Haz, then Harry again, “but after he shows me the footage.”

A long filming day had once again commenced, and you were packing up your bag to head home when a knock was heard on the door of your trailer.

The distinct rapping pattern alerted you that it was Tom and you opened it up to see him looking down at his phone.

“Hey, y/n. Ready to walk to the parking lot?” he asked holding out his hand to help you down the steps.

For a while now, Tom or one of his “assistants” would usually walk with you to your car for safety purposes, especially if it was dark out.

As you both strolled through the darkness, you couldn’t help but notice the slower pace you both took on, trailing quite a few yards behind Harry and Haz, both of whom laughing at who knew what while going to Tom’s vehicle.

“So I think today went well,” you brought up, not sure where it would go.

“Yeah it was fun. I do have to say, however, that Saturday was a bit more enjoyable than this morning,” he implied, eyeing you.

“Oh yeah? I’d agree, but I hear that your best friend happened to catch it all on video.”

He huffed and rolled his eyes.

“That voyeur, always ruining the moment. Maybe we oughta try it again sometime, without the threat of others watching,” Tom suggested, surprising you.

You decided to get bold.

“You’re not even gonna take me out first? The nerve of some people,” you jokingly scoffed, gazing away from Tom at the cars highlighted in moonlight.

“Okay,” he replied, mimicking the way you had looked away when you turned back to face him. There was a faint smile on his lips.

“What?”

“I said okay. Let’s go on a date.”

You stopped in your tracks and fully turned towards him and he followed suit.

“You don’t mean that do you? Like, you actually would take me on a date?”

“If it meant that I could kiss you one more time I would take you on a million dates,” he replied sincerely.

You couldn’t help the way your jaw dropped in surprise. Both of you stood silently staring at one another, unsure of what to say.

Suddenly, you burst into giggles and he did too.

“That was so cheesy!” you exclaimed between laughs, both of you doubled over, and he nodded in agreement.

After calming down you gave him a toothy grin.

“The answer is yes, by the way.”

“Really?” he asked incredulously.

You began walking again, your car just in sight.

“Of course. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’ve had a huge crush on you since before we even met,” you confessed. You stopped again, just behind your car bumper.

“Coulda fooled me. I thought I was the one being obvious. I have been attracted to you since the first time we met, and my feelings have only grown since knowing you.”

You couldn’t help the butterflies erupting in your stomach and your widening smile as you looked up into his eyes.

“You know, I think I could make one exception right now, as long as you’re willing to make it up later?” you proposed, your eyes looking to the moon and stars now as you awaited his reply.

“I think that’s a debt I can handle,” he responded, snaking a hand around your waist and the other up under your chin again.

He closed the gap between you both and you smiled against his lips, eyes closing in euphoria.

You could’ve probably stayed there forever, but the hoots and hollers of the other two British boys just across the aisle made you both pull away.

You looked towards the voices to find Harry and Harrison sticking out of the sunroof of Tom’s Audi A8, where they were still cheering and Harrison was holding up his phone to film.

Both you and Tom couldn’t help but laugh at the once again unfortunate circumstance as he threw an arm over your shoulder to pull you close and you put one hand on his chest next to where you rested your head.

Maybe you two were destined to be seen every time you smooched, but hey, at least you were the one kissing Tom Holland.

A/N: yo this took way too long to write. Mostly bc I’m still in the process of writing starstruck and I always get stuck deciding on which piece to work on every night but alas! It is done! I’m proud of this one. I know it’s long, but I think it’s worth it ya know? Hope you all enjoyed! XO love y’all :)

#one kiss is all it takes #tom holland #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #marvel #harrison osterfield #Harry Holland #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #sm:ffh #spider-man #spiderman #spider man #Spider Man: Homecoming #tom holland spider man #spider-man far from home #tom holland oneshot

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prettywordsyouleft · 6 years ago

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Poster Boy // AIRFORCE7

Summary: With the war approaching, the air force needed more men to join and prepare to protect the nation. Jackson readily signed up to help bring those numbers in, but he wasn’t prepared to lose you or who he stood for in the process.

Pairing: Jackson Wang x reader (ft. GOT7 in AIRFORCE7)

Genre: pilot au / 1940s era / angst / romance

Warnings: Due to the era it’s set in, this will contain minor war conflict in some of the stories. I will not be making the war-zone my main focus in this series however.

A/N: I have been so excited to write this story for Jackson as soon as I came up with the idea of this series. Both Jackson and BamBam’s ideas were the first I came up with and I’m so glad to finally be sharing this one with you all.

Word count: 4602

This series will continue every Thursday until completed at 10am NZST.

If there was anyone in the air force who knew how to put on a show, it was Jackson Wang. The young pilot was known for his antics up in the air, gathering crowds on the regular to watch whenever he was training. Sure, it was pretentious sometimes, but he loved putting on a performance. There was nothing better than the rush of propelling his Mustang up to the skies on a vertical loop and hanging upside down for as long as he could muster. The freedom of flight was exhilarating.

“Alright Wang, what you got?” a voice radioed through and Jackson grinned, holding the joystick loosely as he got ready to start his show for the day. He didn’t need to look down at the crowd forming on the tarmac now, he knew the spectacle he was about to put on was going to garner a lot of attention.

And he anticipated it completely.

“I’m going all out.”

“Just because Cap has invited some extra faces to the base this week, doesn’t mean the training drills need to be fancy.”

“Why Tuan, after playing chicken with all our new recruits, are you afraid of my skills showing you up, huh?”

The other pilot scoffed at the challenge. Jackson knew Mark would never back down from an event like this. The man was far too competitive. “The usual?”

“Let’s warm up with that,” Jackson agreed, pushing on the throttle as he tightened his grip on the joystick. He started to ascend to the clouds for his first vertical loop, laughing when he got the air he needed to hang the mighty machine upside down. Jackson knew every part to this plane of his, and it was effortless in how he navigated his way through the skies. After several loops and controlled rolls, he allowed his Mustang to fall down towards the base below at a rapid rate. He pulled up before he couldn’t, screaming out in exuberant joy.

He saw Mark’s own rendition of his tricks and smirked. “Is that all you got, Tuan?”

“Training is over, Wang. Put your wings on the ground.”

“You mean you’re not going to play a little more with me?”

“You can see the flags down below Jackson, we’re being called back in. Prepare for landing.”

“Can’t we just do one more thing?” Jackson asked and Mark sighed heavily. He knew that was his friend’s way of giving him the chance to suggest what he was thinking of. “You are the king of playing chicken after all.”

“You never play it fair.”

“There’s more fun in not knowing until we’re right on each other of what way we’re going to go,” Jackson remarked cheekily, setting himself up to face the other Mustang in the air. He ignored the radio through from the tower, his sights set on Mark speeding towards him. “Alright boy, let’s see how well we do today with Mark, huh?”

Jackson had dubbed his plane the Crazy Horse. It suited him well. At first, the machine was a little temperamental from any other plane he had flown before. Now as an ace pilot of the air force, Jackson felt as if his aircraft was an animal that he had to work in harmony with.

It was as if he was as close to riding a Pegasus as any human could get.

“What way are you going?”

“Not telling.”

“Jackson, let me know!” Mark called through as his plane came as close as it could. Jackson knew Mark was good at this trick. It was his favourite pastime with all the cadets, and even though Mark had scared far too many men into the toilets for the rest of the day after going up against him, Jackson knew better. Mark would always have a telltale sign of what way he was going to choose.

“Right!” he called at the last moment, his laughter still echoing in Mark’s ears after they landed their planes and did their final checks before getting out.

Jackson whined when his comrade came over and punched him in the shoulder. “You crazy bastard! Next time, more warning!”

“Crazy Horse handled it well,” Jackson mused, unbuttoning his jacket as he turned to face the crowd. It was the biggest he had seen in a while.

As was the thunderous look upon his Captain’s face. “Jackson Wang,” she called through gritted teeth as he casually came to a stop in front of her.

He smiled graciously. “Yes, Cap?”

“Orders are orders,” she mentioned and pointed at the flags. “Not everything is about showing off.”

“Yet son, you did such a good job of it,” an older official stated as he approached Jackson, chuckling to himself. “What a fine pilot you are.”

“Why thank you, sir, I aim to please!”

“Say, about that deal, I want to do it with this pilot here.”

Jackson glanced between his Captain and the official, unsure if he should be smiling or not. He waited for more information and looked over at his Lieutenant standing nearby. Jaebum merely shrugged.

“What deal?” he finally asked, watching the dark look on his Captain’s face contrast the official’s.

“He’s one of my best pilots and belongs on my mission taskforce team.”

“We need one of the best for this,” the man countered and then turned to Jackson, slapping a hand upon his shoulder. “How would you feel about being the face of the Air Force, son?”

Jackson glanced around and then grinned. “I feel that sounds pretty fine, sir.”

“You’re doing what?” you asked the man before you standing there grinning as he held his cap in his hands. Jackson watched as you stopped gathering your food from the rations laid out before you and turned to face him. “The face of the Air Force?”

Jackson nodded eagerly. “The base had some visitors today and one of them asked me after my training drill to take on the job. What do you think?”

“Well, what does it entail?” you asked, going back to getting your dinner onto your plate. Jackson huffed at your lack of attention on his offer, grabbing his own tray and mindlessly dumping food onto it. Once seated at a table together, he gave you a look. “What, how am I meant to be excited for you if I don’t know what being the face of something here would be? I work as a federal typist for the base Jackson. I don’t get the know-all of everything around here until it’s been decided and I have to type it up. So will you just spit it out?”

“He gets to be a poster boy, isn’t that it?” another voice joined the conversation and Jackson easily gloated in BamBam’s direction. His friend had been sour all afternoon and Jackson knew it was because BamBam would kill to have the role he now did. The difference was, whilst BamBam looked good beside a plane, he sure as hell didn’t have the skills to fly like Jackson did. He smirked and BamBam rolled his eyes.

“A poster boy?” you repeated and Jackson tore his attention away from BamBam’s distaste and back to you. “What are you promoting?”

“The war is coming and we need more men in the force. The official who came today said they need someone to represent the air force and make it more appealing to the young men of the nation.”

You nodded softly, still not smiling. Jackson was annoyed. As his girlfriend, he had expected you to be as excited as he was. He even had his chair back a little in anticipation that you would leap out of your chair and into his lap with admiration. After all, this offer was a pretty impressive one.

There could only be one poster boy and he was about to become it.

“Well, I guess it is a little exciting,” you admitted and he relaxed from his previous annoyance, nodding happily again. “It won’t interfere with your training though will it?”

“What training do I need? I can fly my plane with my eyes closed.”

“I’d rather not hear about that,” you said softly and then reached over to grab his hand. “Though I am happy for you. Obviously, they chose you for a good reason. So what do you have to do first?”

“A photo shoot,” he announced brightly, posing in his chair for you. BamBam groaned loudly as you giggled, shaking your head when Jackson claimed he’d have to work out to put the guns on show whilst flexing his arm.

“No one is going to want to see you act like this!”

And yet, that was exactly what was expected of Jackson the following week, standing in front of Crazy Horse who was sparkling in the afternoon sun. Jackson took photos in his full uniform, with his shirt off, and even in the cockpit of his plane. Finally, he sprawled out on the wing of his plane, holding up his signature pose much to the glee of the staff taking the photoshoot.

“That was a perfect pose! What do you call that?”

“Uh, just relax? It’s something I just do sometimes,” he admitted with a laugh and then hopped down off the wing, going over to the team. “So, did I do okay?”

“Okay?!” the man asked incredulously before nodding. “Son, do you dream as high as the clouds?”

“Uh…”

“Because your role now is as big as it can get.”

Jackson hadn’t been ready for some of the details. He had assumed he would take some photos for the officials and they would be blown up and posted up around the nation. Which, when he very first saw one of the posters in town when he was on a date with you, he couldn’t help but be proud of himself.

And nor could you. “That’s you.”

“That’s me.”

“That’s my boyfriend!” you repeated with conviction, holding his hand as you ran over to the poster. When you turned back to look at him, your eyes were full of admiration.

“Do you like it?” he asked and you nodded before flinging your arms around his neck, kissing him with demand in the middle of the street.

That, he could easily get used to.

But doing rallies, well, he wasn’t so sure about that.

“It’s just like how it was when you were playing up in the clouds that day,” the man who scouted him mentioned, slapping him on the shoulder playfully again. “Just take that plane of yours to the skies and show off a bit. Get the men excited.”

“But being in the air force is more than the shows I put on. Don’t you think this might fool the men?”

“Course not! It’ll make them inspired. Jackson Wang, you’re a fine pilot, as your Captain said, one of the best. You’re going to show us all that now by getting up in your plane after giving the speech you prepared.”

Jackson nodded weakly, swallowing down his nerves before heading up onto the small podium. The crowd was a mixed bag, some there because they were interested and others because they had been dragged along by the girlfriend at their side. There was even a small team of ladies cheering for him and he smiled politely down at them before saluting.

He barely made it through his speech before clambering into his plane, feeling his nerves settle once he grabbed a hold of the hand stick. He smiled. “Just you and me, huh? Let’s show them what a team we make.”

Jackson ran through some basic training drills, taking off and then gathering up speed, doing a couple of laps around the base. From there, he launched into his usual playful antics of loops and rolls, even attempting a spin before flying down close to the ground and whizzing by. He saw the crowd and they were on their feet cheering.

His confidence soared.

From one rally to the next, the show became more elaborate than the last. Soon, he was travelling around the country, performing at as many places as he could. Jackson never expected becoming the poster boy of the air force would be more exhausting than his daily life at the base had been. His team was loud and proud, representing his new label of wild and sexy. Pilots were the hottest dating trend, and just as the officials had anticipated, numbers of enlistments increased. Men wanted to appeal to the women, and being a pilot in the wake of the war brewing overseas meant everything in this nation now.

Jackson, however, was looking forward to going back home after the tour. He craved some peace and quiet, away from the glam, the crowds and the cheers. He just wanted nothing more than boring training drills, joking around with his friends and most importantly, you.

Yet, when he returned home, the welcome wagon wasn’t what he hoped for. “Would you look at who’s back home!”

“Who’s that? Oh, it’s Poster Boy!” another comrade shrilled, the sniggers of his friends surprising Jackson. He thought those at the base would be thrilled with how much work he had put in to promote the air force lately.

He smirked then, realising what it was. “Are you jealous, Jenson?”

“Me?” the soldier he referred to asked pointedly, laughing as he shook his head. “Now why would I be jealous of a joke like you, Wang? You’re nothing but a sham.”

“Watch it,” another person warned and Jackson smiled when his friend Youngjae appeared at his side. “He’s still a better pilot than you, Jenson.”

“A better pilot? Listen here, Choi. Wang is nothing more than a bedazzled poster boy! He gets a kick out of pledging his allegiance to the country and then leaping into that plane of his and doing his little performances. When the war comes, do you think the enemies are going to care for his little antics? They’ll laugh at how much time he’s wasted flying loops up in the damn sky.”

“That Crazy Horse of yours is nothing but a pathetic trick pony now,” another soldier stated and the group roared with laughter, moving away as Jackson lurched forward. Youngjae held him back as their jeers were heard all the way out of the bunkers.

Youngjae sighed heavily. “Well, at least you know what to expect.”

“Does everyone think that of me?” Jackson asked softly, and Youngjae avoided his steady gaze. Jackson grabbed onto the shoulder of his fellow task force member and chuckled too enthusiastically. “You don’t think that, right? I mean, you know me as well as the others in Airforce-Seven do, I’m capable of doing more than putting on a show.”

“Really? I don’t know what to think anymore. Whilst you’ve been off with the tour, we’ve been here dealing with planning raids. The world you’ve been living is so different from the one we have here.”

“Well I’m back now,” he assured and Youngjae smiled weakly. “I’m not the poster boy for no reason. I can handle it all.”

Everything was different though. Relations were strained between Jackson and his teammates. Even when they joked around, it wasn’t as carefree as it was before. And whilst none of the rest of AIRFORCE7 joined in with the endless insults that Jackson was growing used to hearing on a daily basis, he could see their opinions too had changed on him.

“I don’t know what to do about it all,” he explained to you as he sat on the sofa in your small home, and you brought over a tea for him to drink. “I’m no different than I was before.”

“Except your face is everywhere,” you mentioned quietly.

Jackson regarded you for a moment before grinning. “You love that though! You got so excited about-”

“The novelty has worn off.”

“I’m a novelty now?” he interjected and you shook your head. “Don’t you dare tell me you think lowly of me as well?!”

“No, I don’t think poorly of you, Jackson,” you told him and he smiled momentarily before hearing the rest of your sentence. “But I do think this promotion has been unrealistic. My friend over at the hospital mentioned how many more men come in from training accidents because they tried to fly planes like you do. What you put on is a show, it’s not reality.”

“So you see me as a performer now too!”

“Aren’t you? Isn’t that what you’ve been off doing all this time? Going from town to town, with your little sparkle cheerleaders making you look like some celebrity as you stand on a stage telling everyone to join the air force so they can look as good as you up in a plane? That’s not real life, Jackson.”

“I can’t believe you’re not supportive of me!”

You got up then, shaking as the argument overwhelmed you. “Not supportive?! I stayed here to work towards our future and let you parade around the country with God knows who throwing themselves at you and hoping that when you came home, you would be as sick of being the poster boy as I am of being the poster boy’s girl!”

“You’re sick of it?!”

You nodded adamantly. “It’s not just you who was faced with the judgments of others. Every time I defended you, I was put into the same category. When this war hits us, it’s not going to matter anymore what you can do in the skies if you can’t avoid being shot down. And being the face of it all, now you’ve got a big target on your head. I can’t help but worry that the future I’ve worked so hard towards might be taken away from me because of one too many spins up in the damn air!”

“Or maybe it’s because you don’t believe in me enough!” he retorted, getting up and putting distance between you both. “I’m a damn fine pilot, Y/N! And I am a damn fine man too. Pity you let your insecurities pull you away from me!”

“No, it wasn’t me who has pulled away, Jackson,” you said through your tears and if he wasn’t so angry right now, he would have rushed to your side to wipe them away. You took a shaky breath before breaking his heart further. “You’ve changed and I don’t know how to be with the man you are now.”

Jackson was determined to prove to everyone that just because he was the poster boy, it didn’t make him a joke that he was seen as by the soldiers on the base. He trained harder, and he studied the war tactics overseas when he could. His teammates had returned somewhat to how they had been with him and he felt his first sense of achievement with that.

Now, he just needed to get you back too.

But the commitments to his other job weighed down on him. The burden of being the poster boy was exhausting to divide his time up between the base and the flying for fun. He was running on low energy and every time he felt like he was making headway in his career as a pilot, he would have to go and do more promotions elsewhere. Some days, Jackson often thought of flying off instead of landing after his shows. He wanted to break free from being the Jackson Wang of the nation he was now. Maybe the men were right, Crazy Horse was nothing but his trick pony now, and he was losing interest in riding him around anymore.

“Where is everyone?” he asked the clerk in the office at the base, frowning when the usual meeting room for the elite team was empty. He checked the time on the wall and then cocked his head to the side. “Was training cancelled?”

The man behind the desk rubbed his neck awkwardly. “No, uh, it’s down in the other sector.”

“Why wasn’t I informed?” he asked briskly, his mood darkening. “I’m a member of this team too, am I not?!”

“I believe it’s because you have been away too long, sir. The plans-”

He didn’t wait to hear anything further from the clerk, storming through the building until he found the other meeting room they used to plan tactics in. The door was locked and he cursed loudly, kicking at it until it was finally unlocked and opened. He glared at his leader Jaebum, who was equally as annoyed.

“What the hell, Wang?!”

“That’s what I’d like to ask, Lieutenant!” he roared, stepping into the room. “I’m on this team too!”

“You haven’t been here,” another member, Park Jinyoung, pointed out directly, folding his arms over his chest. “We have some serious missions to undertake and need to focus on pulling them off accurately.”

“Are you suggesting I’m incapable of doing so, Jinyoung?!”

“Woah, no one is saying that,” Jaebum stated, his hands raised defensively. “Calm down.”

“I’m a member of this team,” Jackson repeated shakily before drawing out a chair and sitting down on it. “I can do this.”

He managed to understand the majority of the plan for their next mission, and after several hours with his members, the fight that had started off his time back on the base was long forgotten about. Jackson joked with Jinyoung on the way back to their bunkers and promised to meet him in the morning to start their preparations.

“Wang, you’ve been requested,” a fellow soldier mentioned as soon as he woke up and Jackson sat up, blearily looking at the official note held out towards him.

“Sir, I can’t today, I have orders elsewhere,” Jackson told the man who had called for him, saluting him and heading for the door.

“Son, when you became the poster boy of the nation, you made a commitment to promoting the air force. That became your priority. An order is an order and you’re needed today.”

“Sir, with all due respect, my commitment is to be a pilot first and foremost. The nation doesn’t need me to fly around and dance with ladies wearing glitter outfits. They need me up in the skies, protecting for what is threatening to come our way. Now, I’m needed on my team today and I will fly out with them.”

“Are you turning your back on your commitment here?” the official bellowed and Jackson nodded simply.

“Sir, I think it’s about time I return to where I belong, as a true pilot and not a spectacle anymore.”

He ignored the calls from the official, running over to the hangars where the others were preparing to take off. Only the Captain remained on the ground and she smiled. “I was worried you wouldn’t show.”

“No ma’am, I’m a member of this team.”

“That you are,” she agreed with a smile and patted him on the shoulder. “I made sure your plane would be ready to go. Hurry up and catch up to the others before they learn to be a team without their vital wing player.”

He grinned and dashed over to his plane, leaping up into the cockpit and after running through his takeoff checks quickly yet accurately, Jackson headed down the runway, taking to the skies just after Yugyeom’s plane.

“The Crazy Horse is back,” Yugyeom radioed through to everyone and Jackson sped passed him to his set place in the formation. He looked over at Jaebum flying next to him and nodded.

“It’s good to have you back where you belong, Wang.”

The mission was a success, as were the following four too. It was obvious there wasn’t much time left before the war ended up being their fight too and Jackson was focused on ensuring he was ready to battle if and when that time came.

He refused to work as anything but a member of the elite task force and soon, talk of him being the poster boy died off. Sure, there were always one or two mindless comments from others but he laughed them off, no longer giving the same reaction to the soldiers who wanted to see him fail. He decided he wasn’t ashamed of being the poster boy anymore. The pain he had felt from the dark side of being famous had shaped him into a better man now, one who understood what it was like to be the centre of attention. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t sought that out as a regular pilot anyway. And he wasn’t going to let go of that side of himself either.

He knew he was pretentious and crazy, but that’s what made him him.

Jackson didn’t feel like he was complete though, and as soon as he wasn’t stuck doing missions day in and out, he went into town to collect supplies before driving back to the base, this time heading into the federal building that was onsite instead.

Walking towards the office he knew you worked in, Jackson smiled at those he passed by, their gasps and whispers only fuelling him on. He realised by the time he reached your office that he could never not be one to put on a show – even if he was being genuine right now.

“Y/N,” he called when he arrived at your desk and you looked up from the typewriter you were working upon, your fingers ceasing on the keys when you saw the large bouquet of flowers in his hands. “Now, I thought about how to apologise long and hard. I wondered if you would accept something private and quiet, but that wasn’t much like me at all. Poster boy or not, I’ve always been like this, haven’t I?”

A small smile curled the corners of your lips up but you didn’t respond to him yet.

“I’ll have you know, being away from you every day when I was touring was miserable for me. What you saw and heard of me was from the spotlight, but baby, that was just all an act.”

“Jackson,” you murmured, aware of the eyes and ears upon your situation. Your face flushed with colour and you got up, pulling on his arm a little. “Let’s go elsewhere.”

“I’m not yet done with my apology,” he told you and you bit at your lip, failing to contain your grin.

“I know you’re not. I’m pretty sure you have a lot to say and will continue to say it here, or anywhere that I take you.” You placed your hands on your hips. “I don’t need it though. I don’t need your words or these flowers either even though they are beautiful.”

He grinned and placed them down on your desk, freeing up his arms for you. “What do you need instead?”

“I just need you. Are you capable of giving me that?”

Jackson took you in his arms, the cheers of your colleagues around you deafening you both as you buried into his chest, half out of embarrassment and the other because he knew you had missed being able to. He held you tightly, not wanting to let you go ever again.

“I’m sorry I let you down,” he told you softly and you shook your head, eyes glistening with emotions when you lifted your head back up. Jackson smiled and wiped your tears away tenderly. “About that future you spoke of last time. I hope the offer is still there to work towards it, though this time together.”

“I was hoping you would say that,” you admitted, kissing him passionately, uncaring of the performance you were putting on together.

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jebentnietalleen · 6 years ago

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By now most people have read and seen a lot about the convention already, but since I said I would write about it (and because I like to be able to look back on my own experiences later), I'll ramble on for a bit...

First and foremost, it was a pleasure to meet and see other Tumblr users and fans of skam in general, I loved being in a room with so many like minded people 💖🙏🥰 . I've never been to a convention before so it was truly special. I wanna give a special mention to

@chelouelou

, meeting her was one of my personal highlights and I am so glad we hit it off just as well as we did online. She is the sweetest person and a ray of sunshine, and we had multiple laughing fits for no good reason. All lovely things imo 🧡😍🙌✨

Some random facts:

I almost drew a braincell at La Petite Ceinture so I could write 'the skam france galaxy braincell' but I chickened out last moment because it felt like sacrilege

Every time we saw one of those step scooters we felt triggered

Every time we saw someone carrying a baguette we laughed

Elise brought everybody clown noses

La Petite Ceinture is absolutely calming and just a great experience to visit

About the convention:

We arrived around 9:00, and because we already got our passes the night before (the organization for that was also shitty, we arrived at 17:30, which was suppose to be the time that they would open up for the passes, and left at 21:00. They were not prepared, everything arrived in boxes through out the night, we had to wait a long long time) we didn't have to wait in line and sat on the floor for a bit while we waited for everything to start. We sat next to a large glass window, and suddenly we heard some fans shrieking in excitement. We looked up and saw Maxence walk past us, and let me tell you, that alone was quite an experience. Mannequin elite, indeed. There is just something so alluring about him, it's even more apparent in real life. We were all very nervous and also excited about the whole day, and this hyped us up even more ngl. We saw more cast members come in, Coline, Paul, Robin, Leo, and probably more that I can't remember. We got called into the big room where the panels were held, at around 10:00.

After a short speech by the host, and a video introduction of all the casts (which was lovely and I might post later, I don't know if anybody posted it yet? I haven't seen it) the cast of skam france came on stage. The crowd went wild, naturally. They got a standing ovation. The energy was buzzing. Axel was joking around from the first second, he was talking with Maxence and with the boys and with Zoe, making jokes the whole time, even gave the host what looked like a slap on the ass hahah. He looked very hyped up. The whole cast looked very happy to be there.

The duo photoshoot was suppose to start 10:15 but started around 10:45 instead. So the day already started with a delay, and because a lot of events had some overlap (for example they couldn't start the group photo shoot if a few cast members were still busy with their duo's) it had a sort of domino effect throughout the whole day. There was a lot of waiting and a lot of standing around. When I was in line for the duo photoshoot, Axel and Maxence were both hugging fans they met before (even though it wasn’t allowed, which I still don’t understand tbh) and one girl wanted to do the Polaris hand holding bit with Axel and he went with it and looked at her so softly it was a lot okay, I hope that girl is still alive. I saw Maxence do the same thing with another girl during the same shoot, so they stood back to back with the girls in question (the picture later became famous because of the manip smh) And just before it was my turn, Maxence draped himself over Axel and they hugged with Maxence standing behind Axel and Axel reached up to touch Maxence's arm. This wasn't for a photo they weren't even facing a camera, this was just them being their caring selves. They were really sweet together the whole day, as everyone has seen by now.

We had to wait a long time for the panel to start, and they started way later than planned. Maxence was still busy with his duo with Rocco and Assa and Lais also came in later. Everything was in French and the host translated. I considered going up to ask a question (tell us more about the 90% social media content that Axel wanted to do that went too far lmao) but the queue filled up so quickly and I knew there was a limited time for the cast, so I didn't. In the end it's probably for the best seeing as they went on for a half hour longer because Axel is the literal best and I will not hear anyone say anything different. I thought the host did a good job, but I still think a lot of details got lost in translation because he obviously couldn't translate every single thing word for word. I cackled because when he talked in English he pronounced Axel and Maxence's names very Englishy. I thought it was cute that Axel kept shouting for Maxence to come join them when they started, and that when Maxence came in he sat in front of him. I sat pretty close to the stage at that point and saw that Axel explained to Maxence that he yelled his name hahah. That whole panel was golden, loved hearing about their fave lines and upcoming projects, plus they were all so sweet to each other, ugh, name me a better cast istg. Some of the other highlights for me were how adorable Axel and Leo were together and how Moussa and Lais are integrated into the whole cast and got along with everyone. Seeing Lais and Maxence interact got me thinking about seeing Sofiane and Eliott together on screen and now I want it even more tbh. Of course everyone knows that Axel ignored the rules and insisted on talking to everyone who had a question, went off stage and talked to the people who were left, tried to include everyone, in general he had a really big role yesterday. I got an ask saying he is a true born entertainer and that's true, he really is (I will answer that ask later I promise, I am just way behind tbh sorryyy).

After the panel was the group photo with the skam france cast. The chaotic energy was off the chart. Especially Axel and Maxence, I saw Maxence bite some girls tag that was around her neck for the picture lmao. They kept cheering the people on who came for their picture, it was adorable. When it was my turn I stood between Axel and Maxence and ugh, just, it was great okay. I said thank you when I got my picture, and Maxence went: nooo, thank yOuUuU (you know the voice he sometimes uses? Yeah) what a sweetheart tbh.

After this there was a looooot of waiting for me. The only thing I had left was the autographs and selfies (this was one event) and that could not start before all the group photos were done, and they went on for way too long. That just means the organization sold too many or didn't calculate the right amount of time it would take. I managed to catch some of the skam og panel and italia, but not all of it, and tbh it's all a blurr because I was busy with processing everything haha.

Finally it was time for the autographs, and the line was looong. I had the pleasure of seeing Axel carry Lais to the tables up close and personal, what a legend. The times I fondly shook my head with a grin on my face yesterday because of that chaotic king are countless. Just before I was almost at the end of the line, they cut us off because they needed to start the closing ceremony (for lack of a better description). Luckily they wrote numbers on our hands so we didn't have to wait all the way back in line again, because after the ceremony they would get back to it. This wasn't in the schedule, it was suppose to be over, hence closing ceremony, so the skam france cast stayed behind way longer than planned. The closing ceremony was very emotional, most of the cast got tears in their eyes as people shared their stories. Not everything was translated but you could still tell it meant a lot to them. Not to mention the amount of money they managed to raise with the convention. Truly amazing. Of course we all saw the cast go absolutely nuts to one direction lmao, that was a treat to see after such a long day. Idk how they kept up their energy, especially Axel who seems to be inhuman tbh. He never seemed very tired, you could see it a bit in his face but he powered on and I love him for that. The rest of the cast was definitely more visibly tired, some more than others of course. Finally we got back to the autographs, and still it was a long wait. I think we were there for nearly 2 hours and I only got to Marilyn, Lais, Axel and Maxence. By then it was 21:00 and I could barely stand. I only ate two mini croissants for breakfast and had a few handful of nuts during the day. I wasn't hungry but that still probably wasn't very smart of me. I kind of regret not staying to get the other autographs as well, but I was truly spend. Lais is as much a ray of sunshine as he is on TV, he is super nice and thankful, as is Marilyn. They were kind to everyone. That's something that I can say about the whole cast: everywhere I looked, I saw happy cast members who were touched by every single person who come up to them. Amazing really.

I'm not gonna lie, I was looking forward to getting to Axel the most. Anybody who follows me will not be surprised by this. So let me tell you a little bit about it. Axel gives the best hugs, is kind, is soft, calls you by your name, explains to you that he will read your letter later and carefully because he reads every one of them (I assured him that I am aware of that and very thankful) and that he wants to take his time with it to be able respond to it (which is not something I expect or even want, I just wanted to thank him and tell him how great he is, no response necessary). When I said it's been a long day he said no no no no, it's been a cool day, and I think he really means it. He was so full of energy after that long a day. He is so happy whenever he sees someone he remembers. And when I asked for a hug he said pffff of course!!! Did I mention he winked at me? Yeah. I really thought I could not love him more than I did but I do. I'm so grateful to have been able to meet him and talk to him and ugh ugh just, I can die happy now.

Maxence was really tired and stressed by the time I got to him and he took a smoke break just before. They warned us to keep it short because it was taking too long, so I did. I gave him the letter I wrote and he thanked me and we took some selfies. He was very nice but you could tell it was a lot for him, and that's very understandable.

After that we went back to the hotel and I literally could not even form proper sentences anymore. We didn't get any dinner, we just talked for a bit to let it all sink in and then we went to bed.

Tbh, it's still a bit like a dream when I think back on it. It's a good thing I have pictures because otherwise I wouldn't believe it myself. I love this cast and this show and the crew too of course, I am so happy I went and the next time I get the slightest change to see them again I will take it without a doubt. They are all amazing. 10/10 would recommend.

PS: if anybody has any questions don’t hesitate to ask, although I might not know the answer or remember haha.

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