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alonetimelover · 1 year ago

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...marry me?

pairing: Harry Styles x polish!reader

summary: Harry's drunk and YN is the angel that he dreamt of.

word count: 1,2k

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“Are you gonna be able to take him back home?” Gemma asked YN, concerned with Harry’s current… state.

“I think I’ll be good.” She smiled at her soon to be sister-in-law. “If not, I’ll call my cousin. He said he wanted to observe the stars tonight, so he won’t be asleep.”

“Okay. Take care and be careful. Bye, bye!” Gemma bidded YN goodbye with two kisses on both of her cheeks and, together with her long-term boyfriend, moved towards the Taxi.

It was well past 2 a.m. and the party was coming to an end. The younger part of the people staying with Harry and YN at their house, decided to go out and enjoy themselves in the city. Starting with late dinner at the coaster restaurant they moved to the heart of the city - to seek pubs with live music. Arriving at one, Harry caused quite the appeal - 'English Harry is back!’ - was shouted from behind the bar. A lovely older man - Sergio, the owner of the pub - greeted them warmly and announced that all drinks were on the house.

Tonight the band was playing blues and Harry was in love. With five drinks in his system (plus two glasses of wine he drank during dinner) Harry was drunk. And drunk Harry meant even more social, friendly and extroverted Harry.

With a glass in his hand, and a kiss lingering on his lips from his fiancee he moved to the band, promising to ‘just congratulate them’. Soon enough Harry forgot his drink on the nearby table and sat behind the piano, starting to improvise with the band. They found rhythm immediately and played for fifteen minutes non stop.

“I’ll order one more,” Harry screamed on his way from the piano to the bar, motioning to the now empty glass.

After that he got lost around people that seemed to be congratulating him on the performance. It all was a sight to see. A sight that YN wanted to look at for the rest of her life - content Harry.

When Gemma left the pub, YN made her way towards the bar, where Harry was sitting alone by the almost empty glass. Approaching him, she slowly placed her hand on his shoulder, causing his head to shoot up and confusingly look around. When finally found, Harry's eyes lit up. He straightened his back and dusted his linen shorts, cleaning his throat.

“Ciao,” he greeted her in italian, flirtatious smirk on his face. His eyes were bloodshot, pupils dilated, cheeks red and forehead with droplets of sweat. A sight of drunk Harry Styles. A state of ‘if he drank one more drink, he would be on the floor’.

“Ciao, caro.”

“Caro? Are you an angel? Wait! Don’t answer. You are. Renaissance angel, not biblical. Those were - pfff - freaky,” the last word he whispered, scrunching his eyebrows in disgust. “But you - oh lord - you are the most exquisite angel I’ve ever met.”

YN wanted to laugh, but bottled it up, putting her lips in a thin line - the corners daring to move up. Drunk Harry was the one to later tell tales to your relatives and friends - always unpredictable. She loved to engage with the world he seemed to be in those times.

“Come closer,” he once again whispered, motioning with a finger for her to bring nearer. “I actually met an angel once.”

“Did you?” She whispered just like him.

“I did! She - she looked just like you.” Harry came to the conclusion after looking at YN for a few seconds. “Maybe I’ve dreamt it? Did you come to my dreams?”

Harry then fell back into his chair, leaning back on it. The rest of his drink was now like waves hitting against the glasses’ edges. The look on his face told YN one thing - he was deep in his thoughts.

“You must have. There is no other way. I wouldn’t know your face, if you didn’t. Couldn’t forget your face. No, no I couldn’t. Too glorious to forget, too out of this world.” He was looking straight ahead, at the line of bottles behind the bar, but his eyes searched for the memories of that angel.

“Will you let the angel take you home?”

Harry shook his head, “no, no. I need to do something first. I need - I need to run!”

Before YN could say anything, Harry left the wad of money and ran out of the bar. She, as quickly as she could after all those drinks, ran after him.

“Harry! Harry!”

When she ran out to the street, she looked around, trying to figure out which turn she should take. On the right was him, jumping up and down with his hand held high, trying to pluck the flowers of the flowerpot outside somebody’s window. When he had five in his hand, some with roots and some with broken leaves, he jumped for the sixth. He didn’t, though, see that those broken leaves fell to the ground, making it much more slippery. The thing he felt was that his bottom hit the ground hard.

“Fuck!” He cursed, starting to move around, trying to get up.

“Harry, what in the world are you doing?”

Harry’s eyes shot up, “angel. Angel you - you were just in the pub!”

“I ran after you.”

“You, you ran after me?”

Harry accepted the hand YN was offering and leaning on it he sat on his heels. YN in the same position right in front of him.

“Of course I did, my love.” She caressed his cheeks with a smile. “I’ll always run after you.”

With hope in his eyes, sniffing, he placed a hand with the flowers in front of him. The colourful petals, a little bit beaten by the fall, were leaning to the sides.

“Angel,” he started slowly. “Marry me?”

YN’s eyes watered. She held up her right hand, showing the ring she received almost a year ago.

“No, no, no. You - you cannot,” Harry started rambling, shaking his head. “It’s - it can’t be. No, no, no.”

“Harry, Harry. It’s okay.”

“No, no, it’s not. Marry me? Please. Please, I’ll look after you. I’ll cherish you. I’ll love you.”

“Harry,” she tried one more time. “I dreamt of you too.”

He calmed instantly and gazed into her eyes.

“I dreamt of you and you, you asked me then. You gave me this ring. Look -” she took it off and placed it in his palm - “it has your initials inside, see?”

Harry inspected the ring carefully for a moment, squeezing his eyes trying to see better in a night’s lights. He caressed the engraved letters, a tiny smile showing on his gorgeous face.

“You said yes?”

“I did.”

“Angel will marry me?”

“Yes. Angel will be the happiest creature on earth to marry you.”

Harry not losing any more seconds closed the gap between their lips and connected them in a sweet but deep kiss. Simultaneously, he placed the ring back on YN’s finger, moving then his hands to the sides of her head. He ended the kiss with a loud - muah - and stared at her.

“You know that the angels don’t come to earth?”

“But I’ll be the happiest one regardless of that.”

#harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles fluff #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles #slavic!reader #polish!reader

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seokmn · 6 months ago

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TO LOVE IS TO LET GO

pairing: boyfriend!vernon x gn!reader

wc: 0.4k words

lua’s note: its been more than four months that i haven’t written anything sos lord help me

vernon has been the best boyfriend since ever, but lately hes trying even harder to be the best of the best.

youre leaving the country to study at the university of your dreams. of course vernon supported you and still does since he knows its your biggest dream, sometimes it was a bit hard for him to support your decision, but that stopped being a problem when you found out you got in and he got to see the happiness on your face. in that moment he realized how much it means to you and he loves you too much to even think about ruining your dream.

now youre having your last night with him, stargazing at the rooftop of your building, his arm around your shoulder and your head leaning on his chest.

“look, yn, a shooting star. did you wish?” he looks down at you. “oh, i didnt have time” you pout. “and there is something you wish for?” he questions you.

you take a good look at him before replying witha small smile, “yes”. “oh yeah? and what did you wish?”, he raised his eyebrow, “i was wishing that we were two other people. two people who need not to say goodbye”.

hearing you say that makes vernon freezes, he found himself speechless and his heart aching. you keep looking at him, wating for him to say something, but he doesn’t so you speak up again.

“why didnt you stop me? i wouldnt go if you had told me not to go”

he looks at you, sighs and looks back to the night sky, “because i knew that. i knew that if i told you to not go, you wouldnt go…” he pauses, taking a moment for himself, “you see, i saw how happy you were when you found out you got in. how could i have the guts to take that happiness away from you? i learned that to love is to let go when you need to”.

you fight the urge to cry, but you cant hold back for a long time, the tears are already flowing down your face. “does that… does that mean youre giving up on us?”

vernon looks at you immediately with a frown on his face, “what? no! im willing to let you go to live in another country, but that doesnt mean you wont be mine and i wont be yours anymore. im fine with the thought of having a long distance relationship” he says while giving you a warm smile and wipe away your tears, “dont need to cry now, lets cry tomorrow, alright? plus, ill make sure to visit you everytime i can. i love you”, he kisses your forehead, his smile growing wider as he hears your giggles.

you look at him with love and affection in your eyes, “i love you too”.

#seventeen fluff #seventeen imagines #seventeen x reader #svt fluff #svt imagines #seventeen angst #svt angst #hansol vernon chwe #chwe vernon #chwe hansol x reader #vernon #vernon chwe x reader #chwe hansol fluff #chwe hansol imagines #vernon imagines #vernon fluff #vernon angst #vernon x reader #yes the look catherine a shooting star dialogue means a lot to me.

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fantasyandshit · 8 months ago

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Little bird

Type: one shot

Pairing: Rhysand x fem!reader

Based off of this request

Masterlist here

Angstttt- torture, kidnapping, death, no comfort.

“I’ll go.”

“No you won’t.” The high lord- and my mate quickly protests. We need someone to go to the Autumn court, with Cassian, Mor obviously wasn’t going to be forced to do this, Azriel was out on another mission, Amren wasn’t going for- again, obvious reasons; and Rhysand was drowning in work. It only made sense for me to go with Cassian, which is what I tried to argue to my husband.

“Rhys. Baby it’s three days, I can handle myself- plus, Cassian will be there too.” I’m stern as I stare at the male.

“Fine.” He sighs, “but- I want updtates every night and if I suspect anything weird from the bond- I’m coming down right away. Understood?”

“Yes love. I’ll go get packed and me and Cass will leave in the hour.” I give Rhysand a soft kiss, my hand going to rest on his cheek as I whisper, “I will be perfectly fine, nothing will go wrong. Promise.”

Rhysand nods softly as I pull away, “goodbye Darling. I love you, be safe ok.”

“Always love. I love you.”

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“Yn! Yn! Wake up! Please wake up Yn!” I groan in protest to the hands shaking my tired body.

“Wha- Cass? What’s going on?” My head is pulsing and I can feel my skin scraping on concrete.

“We were ambushed as we arrived across the borders. I woke up about two hours ago- I think? We’re in a dungeon somewhere- in Autumn presumably.”

I nod slowly, trying to sit up from where my head rests on my friends thighs. I groan, my head is killing me. I lean against the wall with Cassian, trying to gather my thoughts as best as possible. Looking around- I find Cassian is right, concrete walls surround us, other than the bars leading out into a hallway. A fae light on the outside seems to be our only source of light, and I can hear water trickling further down.

As I try to reach out to my mate, I find our bond blocked- shit. Fae bane.

Me and Cassian sit in the cell side by side for what feels like an eternity, just silently wondering how this could happen. Wondering if Eris somehow planned this or if he was none the wiser.

“Ooh, looks like our little bird is finally awake.” I look up at the voice, jolting as a snap sounds and then my body is hanging, feet chained to the ground and arms to the sealing, hanging in a sort of star shape. Cassian faces me, his arms shackled to a wall above him.

I glad at the man as he steps forward, his hand grabs my chin and I take the opportunity, turning my head and biting down. Hard. He grunts, pulling away, blood leaking from his wound and my mouth as I smirk, showing off bloody teeth. Cassian sits with a mixture of shock and proud as I spit out the crimson liquid. That look switches to horror as I’m back handed, my head swiveling as I spit a tooth out. My chin is yet again grabbed in a rough hold. “Now you listen here bitch. You’re gonna learn to listen and behave. Do you understand?” I don’t respond, simply glaring silently as he throws my head back, walking to a cart I didn’t realize was there. He walks back with a leather strap of sorts- at first I assume it’s a whip, only to realize how wrong I am when it’s strapped across my head and a ball is shoved in my mouth. He gagged me.

He fucking gagged me.

That little bitch.

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Rhysand started freaking out as the hours ticked on with no update from you. You promised. You promised to update him every night and so far the bond was cold. Too cold for his liking. “Calm down cousin. Shes probably just warn out from the travel. She’ll get to you tomorrow.”

Rhysand shakes his head, unable to understand how his cousin is so calm. She just doesn’t understand.

Finally after much back and forth, Morrigan gets Rhysand to calm down. He could wait till tomorrow to start worrying.

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Another guttural scream leaves me as a fae bane tipped blade is plunged into my thigh. I had tried staying silent, but after so long of trying, I couldn’t anymore. I was so tired. In the distance, beyond the ringing, I can hear Cassian begging for the man to stop, to hurt him instead, but he is simply ignored.

As said man leaves yet again, I’m dropped from my chains and cassians disappear as well. My friend crawls to me, cooing softly as he cradles my head in his hands softly. “Oh dear. I’m so so sorry Yn. Rhys will come soon. Cauldron I’m sorry. You’re so strong, so brave.”

A small smile graces my lips. “It’s ok. You stay strong. I can handle this. But what I can’t handle? Is seeing you hurt. So just stay strong ok. We’ll get through this.” I’m exhausted, my eyes fluttering shut.

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My eyes shoot open as the chains reappear around me. But I notice. This is different, there’s a cool metal under me, my body is strapped in a star but I’m strapped down to a table. This is also when I notice- no gag. For some reason this scared me more than the gag and hanging chains, because I don’t know what to expect here. The man walks in, this time, as I look over. I notice he’s carrying a bucket and a rag. Shit. I know what this is. I squirm as he moves forward, my fit bringing him joy as he chuckles, setting the bucket down beside the table as he moves towards me.

“This is gonna be fun.” He smiles darkly as he puts the rag over my face, bending down to get the water. No. No please no. Gods please no.

I hold my breath as he poors the water over me, I hold it as long as possible, but eventually- I have to suck in a deep breath. Gasping and spluttering as the rag gets sucked in, feeling like I’m drowning. I can hear Cassians chains rattling as this continues.

Another snap.

I’m back in the hanging chains.

I wince as I hear the flicker of fire. Fuck. Water now fire. I can’t do this anymore. Ive been holding on for Rhys but at this point im convinced no one is coming, and im exhausted. The man’s words wring through my head as the flame is brought to the bottoms of my feet.

‘They aren’t coming.’

‘No body cares about you.’

‘If they were truly worried, if they truly loved you. They be here.’

And I started to believe him. At first I didn’t, but slowly, I started to believe him, his words clawing into my brain and nestling there. No one was coming for me. No one cared.

———

The next time I’m let from my chains, I land in a puddle of my own bodily fluids, blood, tears, piss, and puke. Fuck. Everything hurt. My mind flashes to the electric rods, the burning that filled me with the electricity. The convulsions caused a minor seizure from what I understood. This- was the cause for the piss I now laid in. My mind moves to the flashes of the whip, beating down on my back, tearing through skin and tissue and muscle. The pain was so severe after fifty three that I pulled my brains out- for the sixth time since we were captured. Next, my mind flashes to the crow bar. I can practically feel my ribs cracking again, I splutter as I cough up more blood. A result of my punctured lung from said crowbar. The same reason for my leg bone sticking out of my skin disgustingly.

But by far. The worst thing. It wasn’t the physical torture no. It was hearing Cassian beg. Beg for them to beat him, to just leave me alone as I’m beaten and bruised. It was the thoughts that now swam around my mind like a whirlpool, telling me that no one loved me. That no one missed me. That Rhysand. My mate. Would be here if he truly cared.

My mate.

He didn’t care.

He probably wanted me gone.

That’s why he agreed to let me go.

“Hey. Hey. Come back to me. Look at me sweetheart.” My eyes flutter open, meeting Cassians as he pets my hair. “Shh. It’s ok. Your ok.” I cough up more blood as I struggle to breathe.

“Cass…I’m-fuck- why has no one come for us? Do they not care.” I gulp a ragged breath of air

“Hey. No hey. Don’t let his words get in your head. They care. They are trying to find us. In fact, they are probably charging here now. Ok.”

I nod, still not fully believing him as my eyes flutter shut again and I float into darkness.

———

“Fuck!” Rhysand throws the table across the room. Three days. Three fucking days! He was close to finding you but not quite able to yet and it was not only pissing him off, but blinding him with rage and agony.

“Rhysand.”

“Fuck! Eris I will fucking kill you! What the fuck do you want! How did you get here!” The son of Autumn is pinned by the neck against the wall.

“Well. Your wards are quite weak. Also- I know where your precious mate is.”

“Where?” He growls, calling for Azriel in his mind. Once the shadowsinger arrives, they are winnowed to Autumn, the dungeons under the castle to be exact.

“All I can tell you is a few of my father’s men took them. They will be down here. We better hurry.”

The three tear through the halls. Till finally, they reach the cell they are looking for.

———

“-Fear bo evil. Feel no pain.” Cassian finished the prayer to the mother, sending you off to a peaceful land of eternal sleep. Pushing your hair back and kissing your head softly. Silent tears cascading down his face as he cradles your broken body.

“Cass?” Rhysand drops to his feet beside his friend.

“I’m so sorry brother. She was so strong, so brave. But- I. I couldn’t save her.” The brothers eyes meet, nothing but pain rushing through them as Cassian hands his brother his mates body.

“Fuck baby. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I wasn’t here sooner. Forgive me love. Please forgive me.” Rhysand cries and begs, begging for you to come back, to not leave him. Begging for your forgiveness and chanting about how sorry he is.

“Rhysand. I truly am sorry but we have to go. Now.” Even Eris’ eyes prickle with tears and his voice betrays him as he speaks, cracking a bit in the middle of his sentence.

The high lord of night nods, picking you up and moving to the door. The four make it to the house of wind. Rhysand setting your body in the dining room table. Bending over your body, weeping into your cold shoulder. As Mor makes it into the room, she gasps, her hand flying to her mouth as lets out a cry. Falling to her ‘sisters’ side.

That night. The sky was a little bit dimmer- all except the bright shooting star that flew past the house of wind, lighting up the dull night. Rhysand knew. He knew that was you, showing him you’d always be there, always be with him.

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Okkkk I hope this was ok? I was really struggling but I hope it’s up to standard? Thank you sm for the request and I promise I am slowly but surely making my way through the lists.

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klbwriting · 10 months ago

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For Love of Fiction

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!Plus size!reader

Warnings: none

Summary: When Jason first started out as Red Hood he found a book that was starring none other than him. He picks it up, curious, and finds that he loves it, when the third book comes out he goes to a book signing and finds the author might be the person of his fictional dreams

Notes: ya, this happened, I'm not sure if I add some more or not, please reply or reblog if you want a part 2!

Jason hadn't started reading YN's books on purpose. About a year after his return to Gotham he stumbled across a book in the local library one night as he was waiting for an informant. He was in his gear, perusing the books on the author's from Gotham stand and he saw one with an interesting cover. It was a plus size woman wearing scrubs stitching up the arm of a vigilante in a red helmet. He was a bit shocked to be honest, seeing someone blatantly putting him on a book cover. He picked up, looking at the description.

Layla Olden was just a nurse, working to save her emergency room patients in a city torn apart by turf war. The city was being cut up by villains of all kinds and the hospital where Layla worked was stuck in the middle. The only hope for the dying city is found in the form of Red Fox, the masked vigilante who's willing to take on the worst of the worst to protect his city. One night he is injured and breaks into the hospital's storeroom, unaware that Layla is there. She sees his injuries and stitches him and starts an adventure she never planned while nursing not only the Red Fox's body but his soul.

It didn't exactly sound like amazing literature but Jason had never seen a book with him as the main character. He was fascinated by it. He set down a 20$ on the stand where the book was and took it with him. That morning after patrol he started reading and he couldn't stop. The cover and the description weren't completely honest. The book wasn't just a love story between a vigilante and a nurse, it was a character study on a man who can't come to terms with his father, or his past, and a study on how society treats women based on their appearance. The book wasn't exactly about him either. This woman clearly didn't know his identity, but she created a compelling character that Jason could relate too. The Red Fox was really Phineus Simpson, son of the richest man in the city who ran away due to his father's unsavory affiliation with the city's worst crime lords. He started hiding in underground fight clubs, learning skills and gaining connections to help him start to cleanse the city and repay the sins of his father. And Layla was probably the most amazing woman he had ever heard of. She was smart, funny, kind, but she was also sarcastic, stubborn, and sometimes self-righteous, she was everything Jason had ever dreamed of in a woman. Too bad she was a fictional character. He couldn't put the book down, the characters and the plot, the way she described the city as if it was a living, breathing creature worth love and protection. It was amazing.

And when the sequel came out he was first in line at the bookstore to buy it. He devoured it in one night, faking sickness for the first time ever in his life. Bruce had been suspicious but Jason really laid on the coughing and shivers and the man relented, going with Tim instead. The second book was somehow better than the first, giving insight into the heroine's struggles with her mother's death at the hands of Phin's father. It was also when she found out who Red Fox was and it almost destroyed the relationship, but in the end they came through and admitted their love. Jason wished he had something like this, someone who saw him like this author saw Red Fox. He was more than just the mask, more than his father, more than his past. There was a third book coming he knew, and when it released he was going to be first again, and maybe he would find the author, leave her a note or something saying how much the book meant to him.

The third and final book was due out at midnight and Jason had scored a ticket to an exclusive signing at a local bookstore, apparently where YN used to write the books at when she needed to get out of her apartment. He was pouring through the second book, trying to finish the last ten pages before he left to go to the signing. Dick wandered by his room, knocking.

"Not now Dick," Jason said, not taking his eyes off the book. He heard his brother laugh as he ignored him and stepped into the room.

"What makes you love that book so much?" he asked, sitting in one of the chairs by Jason's bookshelves. Jason groaned and stood. He might as well leave and read at the bookstore.

"None of your business," he said, grabbing his jacket and heading to the garage. "You wouldn't understand, when's the last time you read anything that wasn't a picture book?" Dick pretended to be wounded, laughing as he waved goodbye to his brother.

Jason hopped on his bike and got to the bookstore early, standing in between the shelves near where chairs were set up for the reading and Q and A. There were a few people sitting and waiting already, discussing the book themselves. Jason stayed back, not really wanting to share his thoughts, the last time he had talked to someone about why he liked the books they had fallen asleep, but that was how Tim was sometimes. He hung back, reading the last few pages, when he felt someone bump him. He jumped, turning and coming face to face with YN herself.

"I'm so sorry," she said. "I was just trying to grab that and slipped." She pointed to a book on the top shelf. It was a copy of Persuasion by Jane Austen. Jason reached for, being quite a few inches taller than her, and gave it to her. "Thank you so much, um, o, I see you're here for the reading. I uh, hope you like the book," she stammered, blushing a little before backing away and almost knocking over a stand of her own books. She turned redder, threw him another look and went to the other side of the shelves. Jason was a little star struck, but also was struck by how pretty she was, the picture on the back of the book didn't do her justice. He could see the resemblance she had to her character, she was plus size herself with matching hair and eye color. He swallowed hard, if she was anything else like Layla in the book he was in love. He moved to take a seat in the back for the reading. YN was introduced and she took a seat behind the table in front, opening the final book to the first page.

"Welcome, well I'm just going to start since I know you're very excited to know what happens to Layla and Phin," she said, smiling wide. "First, the dedication. This is dedicated to the Red Hood, who probably has no idea this little book exists, but without them both I and the book wouldn't be here. Thank you." The group clapped and Jason felt his cheeks get red. He quickly looked at the ground, pretending to be very fascinated by something on his boot. She started reading and by the time she finished he was definitely in love. Her voice, the way she held such passion for her words, it was beautiful. She was beautiful. She answered everyone's questions with kindness and even that sarcasm he recognized from Layla. She even looked back at him at the end. "Does our gentleman have any questions?" she asked, smiling at him. He blushed but nodded.

"Why Red Hood? Why not Batman or Robin or Nightwing?" he asked. That was what originally made him pick up the book and he still wasn't sure why she would choose him out of all the heroes that were in the city. He was nobody, an after thought for everyone, even Bruce and Dick most of the time. What made him so special to her? She looked surprised by his question.

"I...I don't think anyone has honestly asked me that before, thank you," she said. "Well, around five years ago I went to a Halloween party at a club with my then boyfriend and his friends. He broke up with me that night, at the party, had some stupid, childish bet with his friends about getting the ugly, fat girl to have sex with him. It was terrible, I walked out the club into the alley outside to get some air, find my way back to my college dorm room, when a man with a gun approached me. Just like Gotham to have someone mug me after I was just humiliated. As I was struggling to stop crying and get my wallet for the guy, praying he wouldn't shoot me, Red Hood drops behind him and says 'hey, leave the pretty lady alone' and punches him. The guy is flat on his back, unconscious so I wasn't in danger anymore, he could have just taken off, instead Red Hood walks me to the curb and waits for a taxi to come by, making sure I got in it safely. The last thing he said to me was 'bye gorgeous' and well, I was smitten honestly. The next morning I woke up, skipped my classes and started writing, and well, now I'm here and I still kind of have a crush on Red Hood." She was blushing furiously by the end of the speech and Jason was blushing also, staring at her.

He remembered that night. Remembered that pour woman, crying while the mugger held out the gun. Jason almost ignored it, thinking that he was above such lowly crimes at the time, let Robin handle it, but something about the way she had looked, more sad than scared, made him stop. That one night and she wrote this book for him? He was honored, flattered. He'd never felt better about himself honestly. The Q and A ended after that and she signed books. He waited at the end of the line. When he got to the front she blushed again when she looked at him.

"I'm sorry if my story was a little much before, I got lost in the memory," she said. He smiled at her. "I did appreciate the question though."

"I'm glad you answered it, I've been wondering about it for years," he said. "Um, would I be crazy to ask for your number?" He had no idea why he was even trying, he was sure she got asked this question a lot. She looked at him surprised, biting her lip in thought.

"Well, I'm not going to give my number to a stranger, but I do have an Instagram, if you follow me you could message me there? I will answer," she said. Jason nodded slowly. "Thank you for coming....?"

"Jason," he said. She nodded and wrote something in his book before handing it back. He smiled and headed out, resolving to get himself an Instagram as soon as he got home. He opened the book as soon as he got to his room

Jason, thank you for your question, hope to see you again, YN

#jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd x reader #jasontodd #jason todd #red hood x you #red hood x reader #redhood #red hood #red hood x y/n #fictionlove

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mins-fins · 1 year ago

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ZB1 REACTIONS TO YOU IN A SLASHER MOVIE

PAIRING . . . zerobaseone x male!reader

GENRE . . . fluff, crack, comedy (i guess??)

WARNINGS . . . mentions of murder, but that's it!

WORD COUNT . . . 665

NOTES . . . okay so the request kinda confused me, i don't know if the anon wanted an imagine or headcanons but i did headcanons because it seemed to make more sense. i really love slasher movies btw, if this seems out of character, don't insult me, also i write "you" but the anon did say male reader in their request so..

kim jiwoong

jiwoong is proud

impressed by your acting and by the movie

he shows it more in his facial expressions more than with his words though

and he's also like; "THATS YOU!?"

but not in the surprised way

in the impressed way

he's just super proud

"you made a good killer yn", "that's a very questionable compliment but thank you!"

zhang hao

oh he's impressed

impressed but also scared

like you can act like that???

you looked scary and your expressions lowkey freaked him out

"good lord you have the ability to look like an actual psychopath"

your acting scares him

and he already doesn't like scary movies

"oh my god your scary", "i'll take that as a compliment thank you hao hyung!"

sung hanbin

hanbin is a mix of surprised, impressed, and lightly scared

like whilst he's watching the movie he kinda has to rub his eyes

like that's you??? it's like he can't even recognize you!!

"oh my god yn you look crazy, how do you do it??"

he's also impressed because your such a good actor??

"how do you do it? i'm so impressed", "um.. well— i act!"

seok matthew

oh my god matthew is stunned

stunned in a good way though

he asks you so many questions

like "how the hell did you play a killer so well? have you murdered someone before?"

after you star in that movie he looks at you suspiciously for a whole week

will literally stare at you like 🤨

"i'm watching you yn", "but i didn't even do anything?", "you psycho"

kim taerae

you now intimidate him more than anything

like you intimidated him a little bit before because you were such a good actor but now the intimidation levels have raised

like watching you in that movie made him lowkey scared of you

"jesus you look crazy, are you enjoying this or something?"

he just stares at the screen in shock, with his jaw dropped

"you like.. kinda scare me now", "please! it's not like any of that was real!", "you never know yn"

ricky shen

oh he's impressed

ricky is like jiwoong's biggest fan (he probably watched his dramas/hj) so when he saw you star in a slasher movie he was like; 🙀

just watches the movie in silent shock

he fan-girls(boys?) over you so much after watching that movie

i imagine ricky is the kind of person who gets so excited about something he can't properly ask about it

"your weirdly cool playing a slasher", "thanks for the compliment?"

kim gyuvin

he's like ricky but 100x more fangirl

he thinks your the coolest person ever after starring in a slasher movie

he's actually so impressed it's crazy

shakes in excitement the entire movie because your literally so cool to him

"YOU DID SO WELL!? OH MY GOD TEACH ME HOW TO ACT LIKE THAT PLEASE!?"

but gyuvin's also a little shit so he'll mimic your lines from the movie to annoy the hell out of you

park gunwook

he's so impressed

like his jaw is on the floor the whole time he watches the movie

he thinks your role was so cool omg

gunwook is so giddy he asks you so many questions about it

he both analyzes the movie and your character whilst basically interrogating you about it

"the movie was so cool, i liked the way your character acted and his motives, and the way his storyline was executed—" and you just laugh as he rambles

han yujin

in a weird way yujin is interested

like i imagine yujin isn't the biggest fan of thrillers or slasher movies at all but he probably loves your character

mostly because it's you though

he's just like gunwook, he'll ask a lot of questions in the most giddy way ever

he kinda does get afraid watching the movie

like he does a double take because he actually can't believe that's actually you

"tell me your not actually a serial killer", "well you'd never know would you?", "…WHAT!?"

#zerobaseone #zb1 #zb1 imagines #zb1 scenarios #zb1 x reader #zb1 reactions #zb1 drabbles #zb1 fics #kim jiwoong #zhang hao #sung hanbin #seok matthew #kim taerae #shen ricky #kim gyuvin #park gunwook #han yujin #𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 isa's works!

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Regulus Black x YN

summary: Regulus is a Death Eater with a task.

warnings: Dark, Angst

words: 545

a/n: Excerpt from my fic "Inordinate love"

Slytherin Boy oneshots—ML

Slytherin Boy oneshots—AO3

𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫

I rushed to the astronomy tower, excited for what he could possibly need.

I hadn't seen him in a week; he had been busy.

We both loved that spot.

The stars—he loved the stars.

As I made my way up the spiraling staircase, I started to feel as if something was wrong.

I heard unfamiliar voices that I hadn't heard before. "Reggie?" I said it almost in a whisper.

I rounded the corner, and my heart dropped.

There he was on his knees in front of me.

A death eater had his arms behind his back and was holding his head down. One I knew and have seen many times on many different occasions. Her face was posted on just about every wall in Hogsmeade.

Bellatrix Lestrange.

"Ahh, hello, pretty/handsome. It was nice of you to finally show up. Grab her/him!" The death eater spoke.

Before I could get any words out in a reaction, I was being grabbed and held down too.

I hadn't known the reasoning.

More thoughts start to penetrate my mind; I push them away.

I was unable to move and could hardly breathe because a frightening blond-headed Deatheater was holding me down.

Regulus was being forced to his feet.

His eyes were not meeting mine; instead, they were focused on the ground.

I wished so badly to run over there and hug him and tell him everything would be okay, but I can't and I know it probably won't be.

"Well, well, no time to waste! Come on, Regulus, do it." Bellatrix said, whispering closely in his ear. "Kill her.." She continued.

He didn't move. His eyes are fixated on the cracks in the ground.

My heart sank.

Kill me?

Was that his 'plan' all along to get me to love him and then kill me?

My mind was swimming with thoughts

"Regulus. Do it." Dolohov interrupted them and added.

Regulus then moved his eyes to Dolohov and then to me; they were dark and cold.

"What did they do to you?" I began to mouth while looking at him, my eyes pleading and begging for an explanation as they began to fill up with tears.

"I can't," The dark-haired boy spoke back, failing to meet my gaze once more.

Bellatrix stepped back, letting him go and knocking him onto the ground.

She then whispers something that I can only imagine is sinister.

I can hear the quiet chatter of their voices, but I can't make anything out. "Crucio!" The evil blackhead witch shouted happily as she let out a maniacal laugh. "No! Stop! Please don't hurt him!" I insisted.

I needed answers! I didn't understand.

I began to struggle and try to wiggle out of the grip of Yaxley, but I can't.

"I think I deserve an explanation! Please." I exclaimed and I watched as both Bellatrix and Dolohov looked at each other. "Reggie has to kill you...

What?

The Dark Lord has ordered it so he must follow through. I am very sorry, young lady; you seemed as though you had such a bright future ahead."

Regulus has to kill me?

The Dark Lord wants him to kill me?

They answered my question, but I feel as though I have a million more.

#regulus x reader #slytherin boys #harry potter #fanfic #ao3 #angst #regulus black #regulus x you #fanfiction #wattpad

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just-some-random-blogger · 2 years ago

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Hi! Can you write a Morpheus x reader where they have a big family (like five kids, with one on the way) and have been married for like 12+ years with their oldest kid being born a year into their marriage and it’s just Morpheus being a dad and him and the reader being a family with their kids (oh! Like a scene where their kids interrupt him during his serious work wanting to hang out with their dad)

Papa! Papa!

Dream of the Endless x Reader

Summary: Just a normal average day in the Dreaming with 1 mom, 1 dad, 5 kids and 1 on the way [sips tea] [butterfly fluttering] [dumpster fire] [caveman music].

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: fem!reader, wife!reader, mom!reader, mentions of pregnancy/pregnancy symptoms/pregnancy struggles, 💀children💀, soft dad!dream, my ideal husband!dream, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: I LOVE SOFT!DAD FICS (so much so i got carried away T_T) IM SO EXCITED I CAN FINALLY WRITE THIS. also, holyeaglefanlawyer since you made another req with a similar prompt, i might make that a p2 but lol it's at the very end of my req list so lskfha;sfsah so. also i had to think of 5 NAMES ASHFAHSF:LASFHAS: DEAD T_T i hope yall like em please names are so hard. i put so much thought into their names gosh ALSO ALSO i describe the features of the kids, but they all register this way mostly because of dream's mystical-ness ya feel, not so much because of yn ok? ok good night im dead now Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9 @sloanexx

My eyes rip open at the ear breaking screech that rings through the whole of the Dreaming. I am certain my eyes are blood shot in exhaustion, and yet I power through. I huff as I place a hand on my round belly. I slowly maneuver up on the bed I laid for a nap.

Ah. Naps. Ironic I could not find slumber in the dwelling of the Dream Lord.

I suck in a breath as I internally debate which child busted their lung out in protest of goodness-knows-what this time.

I put on my fuzzy slippers when I get to the side of the bed. I push myself up and sigh as I get to my feet, slowly making my out of my bedroom, my final place of refuge.

Farewell peace, or whatever semblance of it I had.

The moment I exit, there are a chorus of screams, groans, and giggles.

I make it to the entrance of the throne room. Immediately, I see the scattered toys and hundreds of children sprawling the area. Literally. There were a hundred plus children sprawling the area, all copies of my son-

"Noor, please," I shake my head, placing my hand on the child's tiny shoulder, "we talked about materializing copies of yourself."

"Mama!" he says in excitement, dropping the toy horse in his hand, coming up to me, sealing his arms around my legs.

I smile down at him, my little Noor. I brush his golden hair back, bright like the stars, much like what his name meant, light.

"Gadiel and I are playing armies though," the fourth born pouts, pointing across the hall where about a same hundred copies of his older brother, Gadiel, was stationed. He turns to me, gripping me tightly, "I don't want to lose to him again. He- aw!" he cuts himself off, turning to his left, "Hey! THAT HURT!"

I watch as Gadiel and Noor begin to struggle against each other from across the hall, pulling at each other's clothes, smacking each other's face.

Well, I didn't know what I was expecting, but this looked about right.

"BOYS!" I call out sternly.

The copies of my sons all turn to me as my voice echos in the hall.

"Mumma?" a whisper sounds by my ears, undoubtedly my youngest making herself known to me, though she was nowhere near me, and was lost in the sea of her brothers.

All at once, Gadiel and Noor's copies begin to disappear until it is only the Noor by my thigh, pressing his face into me while tears fled his eyes, and Gadiel, a good few feet across the hall, who was quickly making his way over.

Now that the ocean of boys were gone, I spot in the corner, on a carpet, littered with stuffed toys, my daughter, Isra, who was already looking at me, grinning from ear to ear, "Mumma!"

I watch her stand on her tiny legs, her shiny, dark hair, bouncing with every step she took. Journey of the night, the little girl's name meant. I gasp at her journey towards me when she nearly falls.

Gadiel notices my reaction then turns to where I was looking, spotting his little sister. He stops in his tracks, making a u-turn for her, helping her come to me.

I let out a breath at the sight, "good boy."

Upon hearing the praise, Noor looks out at his younger and older siblings, brows furrowing, "mama, he hit me!"

I turn down to Noor, who pulls away from me to point accusingly at his brother again, "he hit me," he repeats then begins to point at his body, "here, here, here-"

"NOT AT THE SAME BODY!" Gadiel cries out, as he holds Isra's tiny hands up while she walks in front of him. "Mama!" he calls, "he hit me too!"

"Mumma!" Isra babbles breaking into a giggle.

I meet my little girl halfway, breathing in deeply before carrying her in my arms. I grunt at the weight of it all, but I push past the heaviness when my daughter giggles and grabs my face, affectionately nuzzling into me.

"Mama look!" Noor complains, pointing to his face, "I think I have a black eye!"

I raise my brows as I look at the boy's spotless face. Gadiel then follows suit, twisting his arm around, pointing arduously at his elbow, "LOOK! HE INJURED ME!"

"THAT'S YOUR BIRTHMARK!" Noor angrily growls.

"AND YOU RUINED IT!" Gadiel bites back.

I sigh, blinking slowly in exasperation. I am calmed when Isra begins to speak nothings to me in her high pitched voice, full of splendor. I swoon at her baby talk.

I smile and nod, "yes, my girl, Gadiel and Noor have been naughty."

The boys do not even hear me when I say this.

God is my fortune, that is what my third born's name means. I must remember that--I have to remember that. God is my fortune. God is my fortune. God is my fortune. God is m-

"Silence."

The two boys jolt in their spots upon hearing the echoing sound of the deep voice of their king.

The next moment, Irsa is taken from my arm. I turn to my right, finding a kiss placed upon my cheek, "my queen, I told you that-"

"PAPA! GADIEL HURT ME!" Noor shrieks, running up to his papa's legs.

"HE HURT ME TOO!" Gadiel runs towards the man he got his blue eyes from.

"Silence!" Dream calls, looking down at his sons, who were now swatting each other. It does not work the second time around.

I release a breath, intervening, "boys."

Still nothing.

"ENOUGH!" Dream says, pushing between the boys, looking down at both of them. Isra, blissfully unaware of it all, begins to aimlessly pat her father's face, just as he begins chastising the two, "it's bad enough you woke your mother-" he stops a moment when the toddler's finger finds its way into his mouth. Dream pulls her arm back, wiping her hand on his collar, "I will not have you show such disrespect by quarrelling before the both of us."

"But papa," the two say weakly in unison.

"No rebuttals," Dream calls, "now-" Isra cuts him off when her hands flails over to his eyes, poking them unintentionally.

Noor slaps a hand on his mouth. Gadiel's cheeks expand as he holds back his laughter.

"Papa," I call, "let me-"

"It's ok, mama," Dream turns to me, raising a hand as he readjusts the child in his arm. I watch as he turns to the boys, who were now hunched over closely to each other, muttering and giggling amongst themselves, surely making fun of their father over what their sister did to him.

"Now," Dream starts, "apologize to each other."

The two let out hushed chuckles as they separate. The seven-year-old presses his lips, "we already did," crossing his arms.

The five-year-old nods his head, struggling to cross his arms, but succeeding eventually.

"Well, I did not hear it," the ???-year-old says to his boys, shaking his head. The three-year-old in his arms rubs her cheek on his shoulder. I coo at the sight of it.

Noor and Gadiel turn to each other, muttering sorry once, turning back to papa after.

"Good enough," papa says, "very well then, begone," he shoos them with a hand.

The two perk up, now off the hook. Noor runs away first, giggling about playing in Fiddler's Green. Gadiel raises a hand, gesturing that Noor should wait. Gadiel turns to his papa, motioning to his jaw, "papa, you have drool on your chin," then runs away with his brother.

I inspect Dream's face, but the man wipes his chin of any evidence before I could spot it.

"I am uncertain if I enjoy how quickly they turn into friends and foes," Lord Morpheus orates as her daughter yawns and begins to nuzzle in the crook of his neck.

I rub her back then caress his cheek, "does it matter if you enjoy it? It's not like it would change the fact."

"I am Shaper of Forms, am I not?" he says, stepping closer, hand coming up to my side.

"Ahhh," I sound, "just like how you said you'd make the twins go to sleep, only to find your powers don't work on them."

Dream turns away, brows raising at the memory, "it's not that my power does not work, it's because their own power that-"

"PAPA, I DID IT!"

The two of us turn our sights to the lanky eleven-year-old boy, waving his hands victoriously as he stands on the throne.

Dream grumbles then points, "off."

The boy drops his hands, jumping off the throne. His twin sister's mocking chuckles are faint in the air.

Dream turns to me, muttering softly, "children."

I snort as my husband leads us to his desecrated chair. I take his free hand and lean into him, continuing his words, "you wanted."

He narrows his eyes , "I am offended by the lone notion."

I break into a laugh. I tilt my head and correct myself, "we wanted."

Dream grabs my hand, placing a kiss at the back of it. He then brushes his hand on my protruding belly amorously, "yes. Every single one."

"Papa!" our eldest calls, meeting us halfway as he excitedly jogs over, "I did it! I got us back here using my own sand!"

"I helped him though!" our second-born calls, one leg thrown on the armrest of her father's throne, "he nearly got us stuck in a vacuum."

Orion rolls his eyes, "did not."

"Did too!" Aurora stomps both her feet on the ground.

"DID NOT!"

"DID T-"

"Silence," Dream mutters under his breath, as not to awaken the napping child in his arms. It is effective to the older children though.

Dream takes the boy's face into his large hand, rubbing his thumb on his cheek, "very good, my son, you have done me proud."

Orion beams, the stardust freckles on his skin shine like the very constellations of his being.

Aurora rolls her eyes, lips curling as she pushes her legs up to her chest and wraps her arms around herself, "I did it first though!"

"You did, indeed, my daughter," Dream turns to her, making his way to his throne. The chair widens as to make room for the both of them, "I am proud of you for it," the king sits next to his princess, "and for the assistance you gave our prince."

Aurora turns to her papa. With Isra in one arm, Dream throws the other arm over Aurora's shoulders, pulling her close. His older daughter's hair flutters with a halo like the borealis as she leans into him lovingly.

"Orion, can you make me a cushioned chair with two pillows?" I huff, leaning on my son's shoulders, feeling exhaustion creep up on me.

Dream and Aurora turn to Orion, who then says, "I'll make them the softest, mummy!"

"Moron!" Aurora quips, "she doesn't like super soft pillows."

"Language," I call to my daughter as my son turns to me.

He verifies, "how soft do you want your pillows, mama?"

Aurora pulls away from Dream, walking over to us with a grunt, "let me do it."

"No! She asked me!"

"But you don't even know how-"

The two are silenced when a sofa chair manifests to my side.

"Oh, thank goodness," I sigh, walking over it to sit myself down, "my feet are killing me."

The twins shoot a look of daggers to the man on the throne, exclaiming both at once, "PAPA!"

Dream shrugs, "I know my queen's preferences better all of you combined."

Aurora makes a face, placing a hand on her hip, "psssh, you forgot it was her birthday last time!"

"Yeah," Orion agrees, "and you only thought of giving her a gift because you saw Gadiel and I making decorations!"

"And then you decorated the whole castle yourself!" Aurora exclaims.

"Not cool," Orion ends.

Dream purses his lips at the memory, "I made sure to keep the throne room empty for you to hang your crafts."

"Papa!" she cries, "that's not the point!"

"You shouldn't have manifested decorations," Orion mumbles, "you should have made some with us!"

Dream, in all his power, was nary a match to his twins when they ganged up on him. He rubs Isra's back, pouting in thought, "you know I'm not good at crafts."

Aurora rolls her eyes as Orion shakes his head. "We can help you, papa," they say at the same time.

"You're the one who keeps telling us to practice," Orion calls.

Dream- 0.

He sighs, "I am defeated."

"Yeah," Aurora says, as though it is the most obvious thing in the world.

"Well," Dream says, turning his gaze from the twins, "I do hope you enjoy..." he trails off upon seeing the blissful form on the chair.

"Mama fell asleep," Aurora pouts.

Orion, catching this as well, rubs his hands together, "I can bring mama to her bed-"

"No!" Dream calls, waving his hand, doing the deed himself, "you must not attempt to do such a thing! Do you understand?!"

The twins turn to their papa, alarmed by his grave tone, "your mother is pregnant and you both are just barely capable of bringing yourselves back and forth to the Dreaming."

Orion frowns, as does his sister, "but you said you were proud of us, papa."

"I am," he says, standing from his throne as Isra sighs in his arms, "but mama is not like us, remember? She could get hurt, and your baby sibling could get hurt too."

The girl remembers something because of that. "Oh, papa!" Aurora calls, "we have something to tell you."

Dream knits his brows, "what is it?"

Aurora turns to her twin, nudging him. Orion has no clue what she is talking about. She waits a moment, makes a face, then grunts in annoyance. She decides to tell him herself, "we think mama is pregnant with twins!"

"What?!"

Orion suddenly remembers, "oh. OH! Yeah, yeah! We saw a vision about it."

Dream gulps, clutching the babe in his arms.

"Oooooooh!" Aurora calls excitedly, "I hope they're both girls!"

"NO!" Orion complains, "one of them at least has to be a boy."

"Ew no! There are enough yucky boys in this family."

"You're yucky!"

"YOU'RE YUCKY!"

"YOU'RE LITERALLY A BUGGER!"

"EW!" Aurora shoves Orion, "YOU'RE PEE!"

Orion cringes, "WELL YOU'RE POOP!"

Dream rubs his face, internally planning the best way to break the whole 'carrying twins news'. He releases a breath.

"Children," the king calls, "are you sure of your vision or is it just twin propaganda?"

#dream of the endless fanfic #dream of the endless fluff #the sandman fanfic #the sandman fluff #the sandman x reader #morpheus fluff #the sandman x you #dream x you #dream fanfic #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless x you #morpheus x reader #morpheus x you #dad!dream of the endless #dad!dream #girl dad!dream #papa bear!dream

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Gangs of Coruscant | mobster!Obi-Wan Kenobi x fem!Reader

Chapter Two: The Godfather Espresso Blend

← Chapter One

After her run in with Coruscant's most notorious crime lords, reader finds herself working in one of his diners. Obi-Wan makes her feel anything but easy. However, sometimes he's a little less frightening when he's sweaty. tw: Mafia!AU, sweaty Obi-Wan a/n: I actually meant for this and the next part to be the same chapter, but this was so warm and gooey that I figured I'd separate it from when shit starts to get real. Disclaimer: Yes, this is a romanization of the concept of the mafia, but it is also a fictionalization based on the structure of the Jedi Order. No character in this story is based on any real life mobster and no plot point is based on an actual organized crime story. I am aware that most crime lords do not look like Obi-Wan Kenobi nor am I encouraging anyone to actually try and get with a made man (or woman). Please direct all complaints to Marty Scorsese. God Bless.

Obi-Wan paid well.

Technically it was the Jedi Order that paid well. Legally, it was Dex. But your checks always came hand delivered and signed by Obi-Wan Kenobi.

It turned out you liked the waitressing job much more than you thought you would. If the diner was a front for mob activity, as you'd originally thought, that was none of your business.

Dex was a good boss. He was a big, burly man with a booming voice, and his bushy mustache covered much of his lower face, but you could always tell he was grinning. You were certain the man had lived every lifetime possible. He had a never ending slew of stories and postcards from every system lined the walls of the diner.

For the most part, the folks who frequented the diner seemed to be alright. The regulars had begun to learn your name - well, except for one elderly gentleman, who had thin hair tied in gold colored plates that reached his shoulders and had managed to call you by every variation and sound-a-like except for your actual name. You didn't hold it against the chap. You just appreciated the effort and the hefty tips. It was nice to have some semblance of community.

At first, being in the diner had felt suffocating. You would be lying if you said Obi-Wan didn’t make you nervous. The man had a kind smile and his eyes made you a little weak in the knees. He was beautiful, he was considerate and, once again, he paid well.

Still, you couldn’t ignore the fact that he was keeping you here to surveil you. Or that he carried a gun with him. Or that he was an infamous crime lord. Maker knew you were paranoid about doing something to make him suspicious. You knew that’s why he dropped by so often; he was waiting for you to slip up.

There were some days, however, where you could almost pretend this wasn’t the case. Like when he came in during lunch one afternoon. Instead of the usual tan and white suits, he wore a gray tank top with a Mandolorian band printed across it and a faded pair of green basketball shorts. His auburn hair still looked strategically placed, even when sweat had plastered it across his gleaming forehead.

“Obi-Wan!” Dex greeted, shuffling out of the kitchen with a plate of food in each hand. “I take it you’re here for some protein?”

Obi-Wan laughed, “unfortunately not, although I wish I had the time. I’m just here to pick up coffee for Anakin and Ahsoka.”

“Ah, (yn) will be right on that,” Dex nodded your way and realized you’d been starring. You dropped your head, then glanced up as if it was the first time you’d noticed him. However, you could tell from the amusement on his face that the silly little ruse hadn’t worked.

Who could blame you for looking? It wasn't like a mobster in Adidas was an every day sight.

He slid down the counter to where you were stationed by the coffee pot and handed you a slip of paper with two orders on it. The first neatly written request for a white mocha with almond milk, complete with a smiley face and a thank you. The second was for a large coffee with a lethal amount of extra espresso shots and a particular amount of vanilla flavoring written in undeniably male handwriting.

“I figured it might be easier just to have them write it down,” he said. Over the corner of the sticky note, you caught sight of his forearms, each adorned with a brown leather bracelet, and prayed that he couldn’t see your eyes popping out of your head.

“Thank you,” you managed to whisper, getting to work on the order.

Your hands followed the instructions with ease, but the focus didn’t meet your eyes. They resisted the urge to turn back to the sweaty crime lord, acutely aware that he was studying you.

“I never asked what brought you to Coruscant.”

You peered up at him like a deer in the headlights. As if you were unsure whether or not he was speaking to you, you glanced behind you - only to realize you were the only one behind the counter.

“Well,” you started, pausing to add just the right amount of syrup to the first order. “I actually came here to work at the hospital.”

There was an awkward moment of silence, before Obi-Wan sheepishly went, “Ah.”

You gave him a small smile. It wasn’t his fault you’d lost the job you’d uprooted yourself for. Still, he looked a little guilty.

“But,” you continued, moving to the second order. “It hasn’t been bad working here. A fresh start is a fresh start in any package.”

He hummed thoughtfully and your heart stuttered a little at the musicality.

“That’s an excellent philosophy. I don’t think I could’ve mustered up the same amount of patience when I was your age.”

Heat rose to your face. You managed to squeak out a little “thanks!” as you whirled around to grab the vanilla syrup, pretending to fumble for it before turning back to him. Maker knows why this conversation was giving you heart palpitations.

Because his arms are, like, really strong, one voice in your head giggled. Another protested, or it’s just because he’s showing some interest in you. A third one shut them up, it’s because he’s hot, scary and he’s showing interest in you.

“And what about sign language? How did you end up interpreting of all things?”

You looked up at him, a tad surprised. He wore a soft smile and seemed unnervingly laid back. There was a curious glint in his blue eyes, but it wasn’t prying, like it had been that night in the warehouse. He was genuinely conversing with you.

“I was a bit of a hypochondriac and thought I was going deaf when I had an ear infection in high school, so I started learning some basic phrases. Then I just found a passion for it. It’s a fascinating language and culture, really.”

You blinked, realizing you’d said all that while making direct eye contact with him - the longest you’d probably looked him in the eye since meeting him.

He chuckled, capping the lid on Anakin’s espresso death.

“That’s admirable, my dear,” he said easily, placing both drinks in a carrier and tucking a generous tip into the metal jar. “And very cute.”

You could’ve melted into a puddle of coffee right then and there.

However, it wasn’t enough to win you over. You couldn’t let your guard down around him.

“He knows you aren’t trouble, doll,” Dex had assured you after Obi-Wan had dropped off your third paycheck a few days later. “He just has to be vigilant, he’ll do you no harm.”

You hadn’t realized how tense you had become until Dex spoke. You sighed, “I know, he just….he makes me a little nervous.”

Dex let out a hard laugh. “You wouldn’t be the first pretty girl to say that about him.”

You rolled your eyes playfully as you opened the envelope. Two checks fluttered to the freshly cleaned counter. A yellow sticky note was attached to the bottom one. You frowned - what if this was a test.

Your fingers shook slightly as you picked up the sticky note, turning it over in your hand to read it.

Meant to drop this off last week, forgive me.

You’re doing very well. :)

O.K

You traced the smiley face, feeling heat rush to your own face. Then you picked up the second check.

$1,000 made out to (yn) (ln)

For an excellent first month.

X Obi-Wan Kenobi

Shock didn’t begin to cover how you were feeling. You pressed the sticky note to your racing heart. It was probably just to ensure your silence and cooperation. However, you knew he had no reason to do that. It was more likely...

Well, frankly, it was more likely that this was just an act of appreciation and kindness from a man who had the means to do so.

Those little voices in your head collectively sighed.

Maybe it's okay to fawn over a crime lord sometimes.

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zafirosreverie · 4 years ago

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can you please write this: agatha have a love/hate relationship with y/n, she put her through what she did to wanda (living difficult moments of her past) and during the scene where yn was with her ex gf she gets a bit jealous watching it and makes comments about it

I loved this ask! Thank you so much for it. I hope you like what i did with it, dear! ^ - ^

The universe between your hands (Agatha x Fem!reader)

You growled as Agatha’s voice came behind you. She had you trapped in her basement and used her magic to keep you from using yours. You were totally gonna kill her.

This has been your relationship with her since the very beginning. You two hated each other, always fighting and trying to be the best witch. That led to nights staying awake together, reading the spellbooks as fast as you could, fights in the forest that usually ended with one of you having to carry the other, just to avoid being scolded by the older witches, and flirting. So much flirting (at what, you had to admit, Agatha was better). It wasn’t anything serious, but the older witches didn’t want to hear the two of you arguing, so you ended covering your arguments with sarcasm and flirting. It was natural for you both at this point.

“Ready to talk, dear?” she asked, walking around you like a lion playing with her prey. You rolled your eyes.

“You haven’t even offered me a cup of tea” you answered. “You’re losing your touch with your guests, Aggie”.

She chuckled at the name and grabbed your face with her right hand while playing with your hair with the other. Her baby blue eyes locked with your e/c ones. You always found her eyes really beautiful.

“My guests usually don’t try to kill me, darling” she whispered “the best you deserve is coffee”

“two spoons of sugar, please” you growled and Agatha smirked.

She caressed your cheek before she let your face and hair and started walking behind you. You blushed when she wrapped an arm around your waist and pressed you against herself.

“Tell me what you learnt and I’ll let you go” she whispered in your ear “You’ll be free to play in the stars, love” she promised.

The stars. That was the reason you were here right now. You always knew you could be better, always knew there was so much more to learn. Just, not here on earth. You found a way to travel across the universe, and you learnt so much from the magic on other planets.

You were on Antares when you felt the chaos magic and it felt like a good time to visit your old home. The plan was simple: go to earth, learn chaos magic, go back to your studies on Antares. But travel across the universe took so much of your power and you always ended tired and almost knocked out when you did it. By the time you arrived at Westview, you could barely stand on your feet. That was the only reason Agatha was able to capture you. She wanted the power you got from the stars.

“I thought you were not interested in it, Aggie” you said and cursed yourself for feeling butterflies on your stomach when she giggled on your ear and used her free hand to play again with your hair.

“You know I’m interested in anything you do, Y/N” she said and you blushed.

That was true. She was always asking for you around the coven, wanting to know whatever you were doing, that was how she managed to be a step ahead of you sometimes.

That’s why she was the one having a trial and not you, a voice in your head said and you felt guilty. You had been the one planning to steal the books, to learn dark magic. It was your idea. You were the one who planned to break the rules. Agatha just did it first because you lost a fight against her and she read your mind.

“I’m a little busy, hon” she whispered in your ear, interrupting your thoughts “so, let me save both of our time”.

You gasped when she released you, allowing you to stand on your feet. Too bad your knees were too weak because of her proximity. You would have hit the floor if it wasn’t because of Agatha’s arm that was still around you.

“Careful, dear. I haven’t even taken you up stairs” she joked and you rolled your eyes, feeling your cheeks a little warm.

“fuck you” you mumbled as you stepped away from her. You just heard her chuckling. You weren’t sutpid, you knew she put some runes around the room to avoid your magic. Smart ass.

You felt her approach you from behind again, and suddenly, everything was black. You blinked before you noticed the new scene. You were in the forest. What the hell? Agatha stood beside you and you two watched your memory. It was that time when you sent a poor girl through a bunch of trees.

She was a younger witch that tried to make fun of Agatha. You remembered being angry at her, because it was your thing. No one else was allowed to talk like that about the brunette, just you. It was common knowledge in the coven. So, you just were defending that privilege, it wasn’t because of Agatha’s eyes being filled with tears.

Then, the real Agatha made a move with her hand and the memory changed. This time it was her who was defending you from hunters. You had made a mistake and the men from the village saw your magic before you could hide it. You ran but you were still young and you couldn’t control your magic like you do now. When they were too close to you, you felt a magic that wasn’t yours and suddenly a wind too strong took the men away from you. You would later learn to identify that magic as Agatha’s.

“You were pretty stupid back then” you heard Agatha whisper and you frowned before you turned to her.

“look who’s talking” you rolled your eyes. She only giggled and changed the memory again, to the one when she saved your ass from the older witches by saying you were with her all the time. You were actually outside the forest, which was not allowed to younger witches, but Agatha lied for you.

“How am I going to beat your ass myself if you’re expelled?” she had said when you asked her why she did it.

The memories kept changing for a while and you felt something strange inside your chest. Some of them were always present in your mind, but some were almost forgotten. What you noticed while watching them, was that you and Agatha acted like an old married couple most of the time. But no, you hated each other and that was the only truth you knew.

You didn’t say anything when Agatha skipped the memory of her trial. It was a silent pact you both made a long time ago. That night...never happened.

The memories changed to ones from a closer time. Both of you were older, you knew more about the world, your goals changed. You took different paths, but would find each other from time to time. Even then, your dynamic remained the same. It was almost comical, now that you had the chance to watch it from the outside. It seemed like you’ve always had complete faith in Agatha surviving, while she seemed to have (well founded) doubts about your ability to stay alive.

“Just take what you want, Aggie” you suddenly said when you recognised the memory that was playing now. Your reaction seemed to be interesting for her, because she giggled and hugged you from behind.

“Where’s the fun in that?” she whispered in your ear. She seemed to like doing that, you noticed.

However, you just wanted to stop the memory right there. “I’ll tell you what i learnt, we don’t need to keep watching this” you said, but she ignored you. She now definitely wanted to see this.

You tensed when another voice came from the memory.

“Y/N? Love, where are you?” a female said. It was your ex girlfriend. Agatha was still behind you, so you didn’t see her frowning.

“oh, there you are, silly. Are you ready?” your ex asked and you watched yourself nodding and taking her hand. She kissed you and you stared at her with love. It made you sick because you knew how this memory was going to end.

“You’ve been busy, Y/N” you heard Agatha saying, but there was something else in her tone. You just couldn’t put your finger on it.

You watched as your past self and your ex went on your date. Agatha’s arms pressed you more against her when the memory showed your ex doing the same while looking at pictures in the museum. It was the same position, but you couldn’t help but notice it felt better with Agatha.

“She took you to see the same boring paintings you’ve known for centuries? how original” Agatha said and there was that tone again. As if she wanted you to notice how bad of a match your ex was. Well, she didn’t need to do it, you knew now.

The older witch couldn’t help herself, but she felt...something. It was strange. She planned to watch your memories just to steal the knowledge you had from the stars (even when a little voice in her head said that she also wanted to see what was going on in your life. She didn’t see you in a long time, after all), but now that plan was quickly being forgotten.

She frowned when she heard someone else calling you “love”, watching this woman taking your hand, playing with your hair and kissing you lips, was too much for her. With the exception of the kissing part, those were the things she usually did with you. It was normal for her to play with your hair, to grab your hand and even hug you (for lord’s sake, she was holding you in her arms right now!), it was her thing, something she always thought that was special for you both, and watching someone else doing it, felt like an insult to her. As if that woman was stealing what was hers by right.

That annoyed her. So she did what she always does when something annoys her. She tried to get rid of it. These were your memories, so she couldn’t actually do anything to the woman, but her brilliant sarcasm should be enough.

“Really? a fancy restaurant? how cliché” she said, trying to get a reaction from you. But you seemed lost in your thoughts.

You watched the scene and the moment your past self walked on that restaurant, you wanted to stop yourself, you wanted to yell, to tell yourself to walk away from there. But what happened, happened, and there was nothing you could do about it. So you just kept hearing as Agatha kept making sarcastic comments about your ex.

When you watched your ex offering you a drink and your past self smiling lovingly at her, you felt Agatha’s hold tightening around your waist and unconsciously leaned against her. For someone who has spent the past 300 years trying to kill you, Agatha surely knew how to make you feel safe.

Agatha felt you leaning more into her embrace and some of her rage faded away. However, she decided to stop the memory when she saw the woman pulling out a small box from her jacket. No, she didn’t want to see that.

You blinked as you two went back to Agatha’s basement. What happened? She didn’t even get the memory she was looking for, the one about your new powers. Instead, she pressed her lips in your temple and remained quiet. Almost as if she wanted to stay this way for as long as she could, not that you were complaining.

You stared at her hands around your waist and took want of them in yours. You watched it carefully, noticing every vein, spot, freckle and wrinkle it had. You watched how your own fingers slowly intertwined with hers. It felt good. But you couldn’t remain silent. Not when your mind wanted an answer.

“Why did you stop?” you asked softly. Agatha didn’t answer right away, too lost on the feeling of your fingers.

“I don’t need to watch the proposal. Nor the wedding” she finally whispered in your hair and you frowned. There was that tone again, the same she kept in her comments all the time she watched your memory of your ex. This time, you knew what it was. Jealously.

The thought made you blush. In another time, it would have been enough for you to start a war and laugh at her. But something felt different this time.

It was strange. There was nothing that was different from your previous encounters. There was nothing different from the way you acted with each other, and still, it didn’t feel the same. This time, it felt more intimate, more dangerous. There was a line you didn’t know you were walking to, and now, it was time to decide whether to cross it or not.

“There was no wedding” you said and slowly turned around in her arms to look at her. She frowned, confused and you couldn’t help but notice how cute it was. You noticed the passage of time on her face. She seemed wiser, but also tired. Stronger but broken.

But she was as beautiful as always.

“She did propose” you continued, sighing “but it was a lie. She worked for HYDRA, and wanted my powers” you said, playing with a stray of her hair “so i killed her”

That made Agatha blink, and she stared at you for a moment before a small smile appeared on her face. “Really? The great and always right Y/N, murdered someone?” she joked and you chuckled. You were as naughty as her, and you both knew it, but there was a time when you would have preferred to let yourself be killed than to kill someone.

“I had to. I think that, if someone who isn’t you, kills me, we’ll both be very disappointed” you said and she giggled. Has her laugh always been this cute?

“Good to know that you still hold me in high esteem, love” she said and it was your turn to laugh.

You stared at each other’s eyes and you knew that the time was over. The line was right there and you had to cross it or walk away from it. The way she brought her face close to yours and the silent question in her eyes was all it took to happily jump the fucking line as you gently kissed her, wrapping your arms aroun her neck.

You came to earth thinking you’d be gone quickly. But suddenly, the stars were not as interesting as this universe between your hands.

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henqtic · 4 years ago

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Afraid

pairing: regulus black x fem!reader

summary: you were now in front of the cave, afraid of what was next, of what would happen to you but regulus, he was quite the opposite

word count: 786. | warnings: angst, character death, mentions of bad home life— please contact me if there’s more!

this is for @simpology‘s writing challenge— prompts “i’m not afraid to die, just wish i could live a little first.” + “Is it worth it? Risking everything for a chance?” will be in italics (first prompt is altered a little bit to match the story)

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you’d always thought of yourself as someone who would live a long life— one of happiness, one filled with people and things who’d bring a smile to your face everyday. maybe you’d have two kids, beautiful ones who had your eyes and his smile. they'd be named after the constellations like he had, an embodiment of the mesmerizing stars that made them up, drawn into the night sky.

he’d be a great father, regulus, you knew it as fact. he’d be the one to play classics, telling the children that they needed to spend more time in their studies, that knowledge was the best tool they could ever possess. the piano would be enchanted to play the same tunes he would if he wasn’t in there, the movements of his fingers everlasting so that no room would be absent of sound because he hated silence.

so your home’s would no longer be the ones you were born into, locked, trapped between the walls and your parents' firm grip— you’d be free like the few nights at hogwarts. there would be nothing less than sensual touches, gentle kisses and childish kisses.

would, would, would.

that's how your life would be if the war hadn't come— ripping up your seventeen year old picture of the future into bits and pieces. there was a part still there though, regulus, the boy— not even man, holding your hand tightly as you looked at the cave in front of you in worry.

was this how your life would end? you know of the inferius, how'd they drag you both down into the water, amongst their pale and bony bodies if you got too close. he wouldn’t allow you to drink the potion even if you’d made a pact that you’d go down together, one not seeing themselves living without the other.

he was fearless, ready for it and not nearly as afraid as you were of the inevitable death, the one being a touch away from your fingertips, arms reaching out, ghosting over you to pull you into its darkness.

“regulus?” you asked in a daze tone, turning your head slightly to see him from the corner of your fogged eyes, he looked sickly for a long time, his face going from filled with youth and promises to now, the smile lines that were so prominent though your short lived school years no longer making an appearance. the face of the boy you once knew and the one that you still loved.

“yes, my love?” he asked softly, urging you to go on with a squeeze of your hand. he could sense your anxiousness more than ever now, and maybe that’s what scared him. maybe it wasn't the concept of death or the fact that his would be the one to consummate the dark lord but that it’d be yours too.

“aren’t you afraid to do it? afraid to die.”

he didn’t need to think before answering you in a short no, lightly shaking his head to catch you wiping a stray tear from your face. he quickly let go of your hand, his now two free wands cupping your face to catch any more that wanted to leave.

“i'm not afraid to die, just wish i could've lived longer, wish we could live longer.”

you refused to, you refused to lose him after all this, all the nights talking about what you would look like when it was over, an old couple with an everlasting love.

“but is it worth it? risking everything for a chance?”

“you know it is. we’ve done enough studying and we’re both sure of it. and think— there's a chance that we live, we could run away together. we’d change our names to basic muggle ones, go live out in the countryside and do what we’ve always wanted.”

“and if not?” you asked, making the small smile that was once there drop again.

“well, we’d find each other again, you believe in reincarnation. i know that the universe will bring us back together, new people with the same souls and we’ll cherish each other even more then.”

you believed him, with every fiber in your body that you would find each other again, whichever which way it went. it cooled your nerves enough to go through and guide him through drinking the near poisonous liquids until you met your demise. lanky fingers pulled you deeper and deeper, your hopes of your would and could life slipping away as the seconds went by.

so you held onto him, you held onto his figure as he engulfed you into his arms, heads tucked into the crook of the others neck, apologies never stopping...until there was nothing.

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jiminrings · 4 years ago

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hey hannah! hope you are doing great darling ( ˘ ³˘) ♡ i may have a request in mind, a university/college au with jock!jk and shy art major!yn or an olympics au? with olympic athlete!jk and olympic athlete!yn (you decide which sports!) thank you so much in advance ♡

never (k)not you

pairing: jungkook x y/n

wordcount: 5k

glimpse: established relationship ft. jock!jk and shy art major!y/n, y/n gets an unexpected pep talk and jungkook doubts himself, and either so much tears or so much dUST according to kook

notes: baby ok FIRST OF ALL, i’m so sorry i only got to write this now :(( it’s been three months since you sent in this request bUT well it’s here now :D thank you so much for requesting and waiting!! i really hope ur still here or else i-i... will lose it

if you squint, best friend!tae is actually rich kid tae both from the art major drabble and insufferable!!

lunch with taehyung either makes the both of you the LOUDEST motherfuckers in the planet or it’s just comfortable silence

comfortable silence’s more common whenever the two of you are in public because to put it simply

he’s cold and you’re shy!! makes sense

but god just mention his girlfriend’s name oNCE and he’ll talk your ear off and you get genuinely excited when he is

he just needs to mention gouache for less than a second and you will genuinely freak

then suddenly the both of you are the chattiest beings ever and absolutely no one will yield until they get the final say

but this

this just feels weird...

because it’s lunch and you’re not talkative and the silence is most definitely not comfortable

you just know tae has something up his sleeve and will probably catch you off-

“are you and jungkook a thing?”

...

......

it’s never actually registered in your head that you and jungkook are a THING but absolutely no one knows

literally no one

not even the dust living underneath your bedframe!! or if guardian angels existed, then they’d probably be clueless as fuck

lol wait what was that cold gust of wind on ur arms

jungkook is the dreamiest man alive and he’s been your boyfriend for what?? two years now??

and the two of you, and more of him actually, insisted to keep it private

your relationship is none of anyone’s business and it uh.,. it literally seems to be that way because sometimes even yOU forget that you’re in a relationship

jungkook avoids you like the plague and you keep to yourself like you do with all your gouache

this dynamic of no one knowing has been so instilled in you that tae’s innocent (?) question is enough to make you spiral little by little

taehyung was just harboring an idea ok

because like two days ago when you went out with him and his girlfriend for ice cream, jungkook was there too by himself

and that just seems like pure coincidence

but then they dOn’t seem like coincidences anymore when he realizes on the same day how many classes he was in where you were in

and you don’t even have the same major!!!

or when he’s walking you home because your apartment is literally on the right side of his girlfriend’s (changbin’s on the left) and he’s taking every possibility he gets

but it just so happens that uh... jungkook’s always there from a distance? like when the two of you are walking and that guy just hAD to be there at the back??

goddamn it tae should’ve gotten his parents’ offer for personal security while he’s studying in campus :((

“woah woah wOAH what’s the matter?” you panic when he shoves you inside your apartment the moment you manage to open it

“this fucking jungkook guy is either stalking you or me and it’s starting to get on my nerves!!”

“... taehyung-“

and then he realized that oh... ok... i see

what if this guy has a crush on you??

but it didn’t make sense because why would this soccer guy (no offense) that’s a jock (no offense) who always either looks high with how giggly he is (no offense) or bereaved with how he scowls (no offense) could POSSIBLY like you???

you who’s the art major (no offense) with your clothes almost exactly like he is (no offense) that he has an inkling that either you were copying him or him copying you (no offense) and the shyness that you absolutely wouldn’t talk to anyone unless they go first and tHAT even became a tough cookie for him!! h i m

wait

on another thought...

that does make sense

you and jungkook are more likely to be a couple than anyone else more alike to either of you, no offense :D

and the way now that you’re frozen and scoffing like ur voicing mater’s engine in cars

“w-what? FUCK no!!”

mhmmm

yeah that’s the spot

taehyung means this in full offense but you’d be absolutely bankrupt if ever you wanted to try your hand at poker when your tell is literally cussing in capital when you’re flustered

this is the equivalent of your mom leaving you by the line to the cashier at the grocery when she needs to get something and you’re next at the line and you have no money on you and you’re too hesitant to tell the person behind you to-

“why? are you thinking of asking him out?”

he hears you seethe and that’s only the second time he’s heard you actually do that so he may have straightened his posture a lil

you wouldn’t hold it against taehyung because jungkook is one fINE specimen and tae doesn’t stare from that description anyway

you just can’t help but feel a lil.....

ಠ_ಠ

because you know that jungkook is yours and when it comes to things like these, you can’t do anything about it

how could you??

fine... if taehyung tries to-

smack!

the fact that your friend has a gigantic palm for one doesn’t soothe the gears in your head

you’re positive that your brain actually shook inside your head for a split second

“i already have someone, dumbass.”

taehyung has to remind you again to which you immediately awe in remembrance, a sheepish smile on your face bc for a moment, you actually considered begging for tae to back the fuck off without making it seem you’re already with jungkook

he waves you off because you’re about to coo at him again, a small smile on his face because he wouldn’t forget how he’s so lucky

it’s nice to be in love!!

you should probably try it some time

but then again, taehyung’s starting to think that you’ve been in a longer relationship with jungkook than him in one, so he thinks that he should be the one taking notes from you

“can i, uhm, ask how did you know?”

you don’t mind swallowing your pride because you already know you can’t bullshit your way out of this one, a timid look on your lap

sheesh

tae’s pride seems to swell up because his suspicion’s right just by oNE singular try

“because i’m rich kid kim :) don’t you know that?”

see now this is only one of the few times that he’d gladly take his title

rich kid kim was coined by the courtesy of changbin, his girlfriend’s friend :/

it just seemed to STICK on everyone else after then

changbin was the first to narrate his actions like he’s the lead star of a poorly-produced netflix film

what’s wrong with rich kid kim? is his greeting every time he crosses paths with changbin

he was just pissy that oNE time!! it was ONE time

taehyung thinks of the whole jungkook situation and relates it to him as much as possible because ya know,,, he is the main star and koo’s just a second lead

ok changbin’s netflix narrations are really rubbing off on him

“think of jeon jungkook as an elitist that everyone wants to be close with, and yet he actually looks like one of the good guys — like me — and he looks like he wants to shoot himself in the foot when he gets offered caviar oNE more time, and then you’re like uh, the comic relief???”

he spews his interpretation all in one breath effortlessly and you’re just blinking slowly to try and digest it all

it’s oddly too specific

hol up now why does it sound like he’s been actually waiting for you to ask him that

HOLD ON YOU’RE THE COMIC RELIEF???

“a clowN?” is what you react first and tae can’t believe that that’s the only thing you picked up from his perfectly sound analogy

“uhhhh like a bartender? a waitress? someone that isn’t a socialite,” he shrugs as he tries to make amends, remembering that the last time he went to a rich kid kim party, no one was technically in pennywise shoes nor juggling bowling pins

“are you trying to insult me tae?”

:((

yIKES are u gonna cry

“what?? no!! no!!” he launches from his seat as if he was falling and that catches him a couple of glances from rich kid kim loyalists (there’s a lot of things he’s unaware of), about to punch the floor if only their lord and savior didn’t take it in stride, “i’m not trying to insult you, but it’s how you take it, y’know?”

his nonchalance puts you on the edge even more, launching from your seat and uh you don’t exactly have any concerned fanbase there to worry for you

“so i sHOULD?? tae you’re basically saying that-”

alright that’s it

he needs to actually get through you this time because more often that not, you are so fucking stubborn that it beats him

he glares at you, eyes looking comically large and pissy as he’s stopped in the middle of slurping from his cup noodles to talk some sense into you

it feels like an eternity until he finishes his noodles and you were almost tempted to just eat the remaining portion to fasten his pace

“in rich kid kim terms, or reality y/n terms?”

you’re almost too scared to answer but you already do before you can even process, raising two fingers

and for a moment, you think tae’s actually gonna go easy on you!

whew you definitely aren’t prepared if-

“do you come out together by the main door? or from the back?”

your eyes are as large as they could possibly be and if you stay in that same shocked and taken-aback state, you’d need to look for those creams with how much your eyebrows and your forehead are creased

u-uh well now that i think about it-...” okay maybe you and jungkook don’t come into uni by any of the several hundred main entrances at all, but that doesn’t mean-

“does he hold your hand? carry your backpack? doesn’t matter if you have a dumbbell in there or not, does he carry it?” tae lists item after item, racking through his mind as these were also all the things he does, and all the things he’s picked up from everyone

“does he bring your water? lend his hoodie when you’re not even sniffling? pick a fight when someone even looks at you the wrong way? read something relatively romantic in english lit, then text you about it? brag about you to his friends? does he-...”

...

....

okay

you are awfully too silent for even your nature

tae was blissfully obvious just two seconds ago when he was enumerating boyfriend traits (that he himself exhibited, excuse you) left and right

then he started to realize that you weren’t stuttering nor interjecting on the side

he’s :O when you’re standing up from your seat, straightening out your hoodie, one that isn’t jungkook’s, that you’ve been anxiously wrinkling for the past ten minutes

“excuse me, tae. i have uh.. i have a lot to think about.”

everything he’s said made a solid number on you because not even distracting yourself becomes successful

not even your mini fixation on gouache helped you because so far it really sucks

it’s become a routine of jungkook to come over to your apartment almost everyday that it practically feels he’s living with you

he knows where you keep your milk and how cold you want the AC to blast and how you organize your groceries

and yet jungkook can’t-

“koo do you love me?”

it’s a question that was sprung so suddenly because come to think of it, you’re knitting and jungkook’s head is buried in your thighs while he tries to take a nap

he doesn’t bother trying to figure out your thought process because it’s a question that’s so simple that it seemed trivial

jungkook’s a dream when he nods and hums to your thighs, making you tread your hands on his hair instead of your roll of yarn

“mhmmm. more than life itself.”

he loves loves you!!! he doesn’t even know why you’re asking

“okay,” you hum back, crouching down to press a kiss on his nape that he appreciates because he’s a little ticklish on that spot, “hold my hand tomorrow then.”

:-)

jungkook launches from his position on your thighs, sitting up immediately that it’s gotten him dizzy

“... w-what?”

oh boy here it goes

you don’t feel like dancing around this issue anymore because after all, you do have the right to stick your finger in this!!

he’s your boyfriend i mean like what’s not clicking

“it’s not that big of a deal, jungkook. it’s not like i asked you to propose to me or something.”

his eyes widen more at that, his cheeks puffing out and it makes you realize that taehyung was right and it dOES look like he’s hiding a goldfish in there sometimes

you try to bite back a laugh at that but jungkook is devoid from any entertainment at all, looking like you just asked him to pick between you and the universe

“you uh want me to propose??”

he has his hand awkwardly caressing his nape and his cheeks flush as he’s trying to process things

yeah he DOES love you and he’ll marry you eventually but you’re doing this now!!! as in now??

how’s your wedding gonna work? god, can the two of you decide on the menu for your reception? does this mean your aunts and his aunts would mee?? no no that could not possibly be-

“you don’t need to,” you sheepishly mumble and you’re not gonna deny that marrying jungkook did cross your mind every once in awhile

you aren’t against it but marriage is not the issue at hand!! it’s just about him hOLDING your hand tomorrow and not forever now

“so you don’t want me to?”

...... christ where is this going to

there’s palpable tension in the air and you just feel like giving up, sinking further into the couch and koo’s reading TOO much into it

what if you slouching on the couch means you’re breaking up with him and you wouldn’t marry him even if he was the last person alive

“if you aren’t ashamed of me, or if you don’t feel like dYING when i’m five feet away from you and your jock friends-“

“lovie i-“

your ringless hand raises and prompts him to shut up, palms a little sweaty and fingers tired from stress-knitting

“then hold my hand. tomorrow. please.”

:-)

okay fine then

last night wasn’t exactly the best experience because you felt a little too distant even if he was enveloping you into his arms

last night, kook didn’t even dare to try and press mischievous kisses from your jaw to your shoulder because you felt untouchable with how wringed you were

then he had breakfast by himself much earlier and had to practically sHAKE you awake to whisper that he’s gonna leave earlier because he has a plan, and then proceeds to tell you to act as if you didn’t know that he has a plan, then go back to sleep and forget altogether that this literal rude awakening even happened

if you ask him, he is wearing the most boyfriend fit ever in this entire universe

which is uh his regular outfit of a fit shirt and a cool-looking jacket with chunk boots thrown on top of it

BUT!!!!

hear him out ok

he’s wearing a bracelet

uh huh

a bracelet...... that has the iNITIAL of your name

yuh how romantic is that

man both hallmark and netflix must be bankrupt because of jeon jungkook!! he’s sure of it

he just knows

the big deal of it all is jungkook waiting for you by the stairs, bouncing on heels out of displaced nervous energy because he’s too jittery to just coolly lean against the wall

“kook?”

you’re tilting your head at the sight, a little lost but more on fond as he smiles squarely

“y/n! it’s uh, it’s you! wow!!”

he exclaims but not without tucking his hands into his pockets and non-discreetly looking around your surrounding before he deems it clear enough, which is what you still find useless for him to even do it!!

the whole point of this is to not care!!

he’s gingerly placing himself beside you and although it’s not exactly what you asked for, it makes you sigh a breath of relief because it’s been tOO long that you’ve been next to him in this public atmosphere

he’s not exactly far, but he isn’t exactly bumping shoulders with you either

there are some glances alright

jungkook has a loose grip on you but you could fEEL how his hand is so sweaty

he’s just looking at the floor and he allows you to guide him because if not for you, he would’ve been bumping into both lockers and people non-stop

u actually have first period together but you typically sit rowS away but now he’s just sitting on the chair right above yours

he isn’t next to you but he’s literally above you, so maybe you’ll take it

you can’t exactly text taehyung how it’s going because he could see everything from where he’s seated at

this was supposed to be an enjoyable time :(

a nice, giggly, warm enjoyable time with jungkook

but being this unrestricted meant him being so rigid that quite frankly, you’ve grown sick and wary of it in less than an hour

you’re making your way to the library and jungkook’s sTILL following you when you were sure he wouldn’t have

and if you ask him, he doesn’t know either why he followed you

he jus did it without thinking even if it meant him taking quick steps behind you with his head down

he doesn’t know why you’re here and he feels a little guilty that he should know it if this was already a part off your routine

but this time, jungkook can’t look at you because this time, you’re the one who’s unreachable

who kNOWS what your empty stare could possibly mean

“we don’t have to do this anymore, y’know.”

that’s the quickest way to conclude it, nodding to yourself surely

meanwhile, jungkook is a millisecond away from a goddamn mELTDOWN

“w-what do you mean?”

“this!” you genuinely chuckle and even wiggle your hands around to make a point

he swears to god rn that he is gonna BLUBBER

“a-are you breaking up with me right now?”

his voice is already cracking and it reminds him that oh, yeah, the two of you are in the library and he’s about to cRY

you’re gasping when you take his trembling hand and jungkook wants to snatch it back and beg you to hold it tighter at the same time

oh no :-)

“it’s okay. i don’t mind anymore. and what, we’re gonna graduate like a year from now! doesn’t matter anymore.”

but wait it SHOULD matter

he’s gonna cry oh god oh god he’s gonna-

“you don’t need to change for me.”

:((

so that’s what

jungkook cries and it’s from relief that no, you aren’t breaking up with him

“o-okay,” he nods as he wipes his own tears that are blurring his vision and there’s sO much that he actually worries if it would budge his contacts

he just wants a hug from you to console him like you always do

but instead, you look around, settle on tapping his chin, then standing up

“cheer up. i’m gonna go eat lunch with felix.”

and then yOU’RE the one leaving him

quick

does he really look like a red-nosed, bleary-eyes, puffy-lipped mess??

say sike rn lads

jungkook clearly doesn’t look the best and he doesn’t exactly know what he was doing when he came out of the library and marched over to hang out with his friends like he always did

but something’s just different

he looks like someone whose world turned upon him and has nothing left to himself

surprisingly, it’s not hobi who’s the only one thinking of that

his friends are all ????

“y’okay man??”

namjoon’s the first to break the silence and everyone sighs because they were all holding a breath just by looking at jungkook’s distraught state

“yeah! just, uh, just —“

he’s back to being preppy in an instant but he can’t establish eye contact, swinging his arms by his sides and looking around just to look natural and gOD IS THAT YOU??

you’re you

you’re there, walking with felix and your backpack on hIS shoulder

.,., the same backpack that he’s bought you one birthday ago, on tHIS dude’s shoulder strewn as if he didn’t panic in between which variant should he buy for you

you look blissfully unaware that he’s cried himself just by thinking about you and your words and lack of actions just awhile ago

“nothing.”

jungkook grits out and suddenly, he isn’t sad anymore :D

just uh

just a lil frustrated :D agitated :D or maybe feeling a little inadequate and outraged :D

this other mini breakdown going on his head doesn’t go unnoticed because here he is, so close to injuring his fist with how tight he’s clenching it

the guys, however.,.,

seokjin whistles and goes as far to squint his eyes intentionally that he looked like a distraught chihuahua, immediately grabbing jungkook’s actions as he nods his head to your direction

“y/n, right?”

jungkook froze and everyone is just waiting on him, mouths a little parted because they’ve caught on jin’s little plan and somehow, he might’ve struck a chord sO hard that-

“keep your fucking dick in your pants, seokjin.”

WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH

everyone’s reacting to his seething like a flock of seagulls to a piece of bread

yeah they’ve seen the youngest of their group mad, but not tHIS type of mad that he looks like he would’ve hit his hyung with a skillet upright if he had one onhand

everyone’s visibly offended besides seokjin, the man mentioned just amusedly shrugging his shoulders with a dimpled smile that unintentionally provoked jungkook even more

“told you,” yoongi gives up his last batch of cookies to namjoon, a long-winded bet finally coming to an end because of what was only supposed to be a harmless question by jin

“if y/n was your girlfriend, you could’ve just said so!!”

jin ruffles his hair and it doesn’t exactly take a genius to see how he cares for you!!

jungkook looks out for you in ways he couldn’t even notice doing

he always had two umbrellas in his backpack and when it was raining, he’d leave one on purpose by the front of this specific locker

hoseok actually borrowed an eraser without permission from kook once, but then he found a combination of tampons n napkins that he grimaced because what :// those aren’t even the good brands!! he has a sister and now has a handful of knowledge about monthly visits, so he takes note to talk to jungkook about it some time

there’s even an extra sweater in his backpack that always remains unotuched

one time, jimin complained that he was cold and turned to jungkook, full-well knowing that the fucker had oNE more sweater tucked in his bag, who just plains-out ignore him and even tch!s him under his breath

they somehow had a clue all along and now that jungkook realizes, he may be a little dENSE

OH RIGHT

WHY WOULD HE HAVE KEPT YOU HIDDEN

that’s entirely stoopid of him

what was the reason lmao

this time, jungkook’s more than eager to make it up to you

eVEN if you’ve insisted that nothing was wrong!!

it was just the last day before christmas break so it went by considerably fast-paced because even the professors were a little antsy to come home!!

that didn’t stop him, because clearly, jungkook holds your hand tight this time and he’s looking straight ahead

he looks proud

he feels natural and giggly the whole day that you couldn’t stop either because it’s a complete 360 from yesterday

wouldn’t absolutely stop holding your hand and following you

even kisses the top of your head like a kitten repeatedly

eVEN SAT IN A CLASS HE DIDN’T HAVE TO BE WITH YOU

something’s up with jungkook alright

the two of you are back again on the couch — you knitting, and him buried and napping on your thighs

it’s a bit of a shock when he grabs your hand all of a sudden, a half-sleepy and full-on dreamy look on his face when he’s looking up at you from being laid down on your lap

a red silicone band :D

you’re still speechless when he’s sliding it on your ring finger, admittedly getting the wrong finger the first time which is why he’s sheepish and holding back a giggle

“jungkook....?”

unsurprisingly, it looks good on you

he seems to think so himself when he’s giving you another one, holding his hand out and you’re doing the same without even an explanation present

“it’s a placeholder :)”

a placeholder?? hold on ur heart is a lil fragile

your eyes widen and your lips downturn on instinct, making him giggle as he smushes your cheeks to just let him explain

“all this marriage talk just had me thinking-”

“are you PROPOSING right now??”

both the mix of panic and excitement stains you clearly, mouth dropping open as you try to fumble for atleast something to wipe your face with

hee-hee

“maybe i am, maybe i’m not :)”

jungkook’s such a romantic it’s SICKENING

his mind drifts off and you can’t blame him!!

his family’s well-off so maybe he could cash in his next ten birthdays for a loan or maybe even a house to help ease the two of you in

maybe the two of you could even build it from the ground up

the two of you could also move into this nice apartment after graduation!! he’s been eyeing it for quite awhile actually

“you wanna get married early?”

“maybe i do, maybe i don’t :D”

jungkook’s faux nonchalance makes you grin yourself, the both of you knowing what answer he’d yield anyway

“as long as it’s you,” you declare surely, bending down to press a kiss on his nose that tickles him and makes his heart full

“as long as it’s me?”

jungkook smiles cheekily at your statement pressing kisses on the top of your thighs that’s got you fumbling at him to just embrace you immediately

he’s a little bulky with all the muscles he’s gained and worked on, a little pressured when he’s sitting on your lap upright and won’t absolutely stop kissing you sweetly

“you should start on knitting your wedding garter now :D”

#feedback pls and thank u :D hAPPY CHRISTMAS EVE!!!!#jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook imagine #jungkook imagines #jungkook drabble #jungkook drabbles #jungkook oneshot #jungkook oneshots #jungkook au #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jock!jungkook #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jungkook fic recs

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creativebeansofchaos · 3 years ago

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Characters

I will be writing one shots and maybe longer fanfictions on here so this is an incomplete list of the character that I will be writing for. I will mostly be writing reader inserts, yn fics and possibly OC fics as well.

Characters

My hero Academia (BNHA)

- Hawks ( Keigo Takami )

- Dabi

- Bakugou

- Deku

- Shoto todoroki

- Tamaki

- Fatgum (maybe)

Hunter x Hunter

- Illumi

- Hisoka

Attack on titan

- Levi

- Eren

- Armin

Lord of the rings / the hobbit

- Thorin

- kili

- Thanduill

- Legolas

- Azog

V for Vendetta

- V

Phantom of the Opera

- Erik (the Phantom)

Star wars

- Mandalorian

- Kylo Ren

Death note

- L

Criminal Minds

- Spencer Reid

Bones

- Zack Addy

Avengers

- Loki

- Bucky

- Zemo

- Peatro Maxamoff

Walking dead

- Daryl Dixon

Squid games

- triangle guards

- square guards

- circle guards

slashers

- Brahms heelshire

- Vincent Sinclair

- bubba saywer

- pennywise

- pyramid head

There are more character that I will write about that are not on this list and if you have any suggestions feel free to tell me.

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bloom-bloom-pow · 3 years ago

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j2's podcast: jay park + jake sim

stars jay park and jake sim talk about friends and recent events, read part one (wired interview: heeseung x yn) here and part two (wired interview: heeseung x yn cont.) here !!

the producer gives the two men a small nod and a point, the microphones turning on

[start of podcast]

jake: what's up! it's your favorite duo, jay park and jake sim, and we're here to talk about recent events. we're gonna start off with the recent wired interview, then talk about a viral dance riki nishimura made, then talk about park sunghoon-- the newest model of dior. stay tuned!

jay: well... we thought we would talk about one in particular. i know you've seen yn and heeseung's wired interview... jake, how do you feel?

jake: honestly, it wasn't the best idea to keep the camera running, but have you seen the tweets?

jay: crazy. i did.

jake: here, i'll read some...

the pair chuckles

jake, reading: "it's almost like they've been in love forever rolling eyes emoji"

jay: haven't they? they're high school sweethearts...

jake, reading: "the editors are downright evil... and honestly genius"

jay: we haven't heard from heeseung since the video came out, but we did from yn.

jake: oh what? in a tweet?

jay: yeah... something along the lines of "jesus christ..."

jake: yeah! jesus christ, our lord and savior...

jay: shut up.

the pair starts play fighting each other

jay: okay, but for real though, i'm sure both of them didn't see it coming. heeseung hasn't been on social media since the video got released...

jake: you think he got rejected?

jay: i don't think heeseung can pull yn....

jake: i don't know, viewers what do you think? do you think tomorrow's video will be a rejection or success? leave your responses down below on our youtube stream and make sure to boost our podcast on apple music and spotify.

the pair turns off their mics

[end of segment one]

jake: heeseung is insane. i don't think it's gonna work.

jay: honestly, i think it might. they were both immature in the past, it probably didn't work out because they were still young--

jake: i think we're the ones who are immature, dude.

jay laughs

jay: either way, i know their fans are gonna go absolutely crazy. i mean, how could they not? they're hot, they're young, you know, just like the nct dream song.

jake: don't we have something with jisung today?

jay: oh yeah! 02 liner brunch. let's get going after this, yeah?

jay and jake look at producer, their mics turn on to start segment two: rising dancer: riki nishimura

#enhypen fluff #enhypen angst #enhypen drabbles #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen reactions #enhypen headcanons #enhypen moodboard #enhypen #jay #jay park #jake #jake sim #bb #thank you #bloom-bloom-pow

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legoshi-plz · 5 years ago

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Pretenses Part 3 (Louis x Reader)

Summary: Part 3. Louis is a spoiled prince and you are a clumsy maid. Prince! Louis x Canine!Dog! Reader.

Part One • Part Two

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You climbed the staircase, your arms and legs buzzing from overuse. Despite the longer than usual nap you had taken thank to Prince Louis, you still had to help cook for the Carnivores and with the knowledge you’d have to leave to attend to the Prince, you tried to cram as much cooking in as you could before you had to leave.

There were only two other Carnivores that helped cook at night and they were both older animals who couldn’t move as fast as yourself. You’d been meaning to begin training someone younger than yourself, as your elders had trained you, but no one had shown interest. Also you were still in your prime and the two older chefs weren’t going anywhere in the imminent future so it was something you hadn’t really felt pressure to make happen. It never occurred to you that you might not do it because something else got in the way. Idiot.

You reached the Prince’s study and rapted lightly on the door three times.

“I already know it’s you, YN, just come in already,” Louis snapped and you entered.

“You’re late,” he huffed, his eyes not leaving whatever it was he was studying on his desk. You couldn’t resist glancing at the clock mounted on his wall. You were five minutes early.

“What is it you wanted to see me about, my lord?”

“I’m not a lord, I’m a Prince, you imbecile,” Louis retorted before finally glancing up at you. If you didn’t know any better you might have thought there was a twinge of guilt in his eyes.

“Have a seat,” and just like that it was gone.

You sat across from him as he continued to go over whatever was spread out on his desk. You noticed he was not wearing his usual royal regalia, opting for a more casual assemble. It was still far finer than any clothes owned by a commoner of course but this was the first time you’d ever seen him dress.... comfortable, as if he could finally breathe in his clothes. Though you were sure he could probably wear a beggars clothes and still look handsome.

The Prince’s attractiveness was obvious to anyone with even slightly functioning eyesight. He was a Red Deer and they were known for their beauty. His father, the King, was also incredibly handsome. You supposed some things were genetic, though that’s about where the similarities ended from what you had seen.

During your time on the dining staff, you couldn’t help but glance from time to time at the King and you noticed he seemed almost the polar opposite of his son. He was of an enormous stature, much larger than Louis, and he possessed a deep, graveling voice, almost like that of a Carnivore. Yet he spoke softly, every time, and with compassion for his fellow royal guests. He had an aura about him that anyone would follow, the aura of a true King.

Much unlike his rude, condescending, egotistical, maniacal, and downright vile offspring.

“Here, read this. If you can, that is,” Louis pushed whatever documents he’d been studying towards you. You picked them up gently as to not ruin them.

You didn’t have the slightest idea what you were looking at. You knew how to read and write, having actually completed your time in school, unlike too many Carnivores you’d come to know, but that education had not been the best, especially for a commoner like yourself. You knew it was something about space from the drawn depiction of of celestial bodies but that’s about where your understanding ended. The text accompanying it was even worse as it was so riddled with scientific jargon, you couldn’t even make out the premise.

“I-uh, I... I can’t...”

“Don’t tell me you can’t read?” Louis asked with raised eyebrows. You felt your face heat up and your fur bristle in embarrassment. He never failed to let you know how much of an idiot he thought you were but attacking your basic education was a new form of humiliation even you weren’t prepared for.

“I can- I can read. I’m... I’m not illiterate, I swear. I just... don’t understand... that,” your ears had flattened against your head and you could feel yourself trembling slightly. Tears were welling in your eyes despite your willing them not too. Earthworms in the ground couldn’t have felt as low as you did.

Louis stood and circled around behind you. He slid the documents back into your hands then placed his own on your shoulders, rubbing them as if you were cold.

“Stop shaking, it’s alright,” he assured you, his fingers squeezing you slightly.

“I...,” Louis hesitated, as if doubting what he was about to say,“I should have worded that differently. It was not my intention to insult your intelligence. My apologies.”

His voice was soft in your ear and for the first time since you’d met him, he sounded genuinely remorseful. You nodded and attempted to swollen the lump in your throat.

One of Louis’ hands left your shoulder to wrap around your hand that held the papers to still them from shaking. He then began to explain what they meant in a low, careful voice. His face was right by your own and you could feel the fur of his face brush against yours. The alluring scent of his cologne flooded your nostrils and you felt a little dizzy. He was way too close, you couldn’t process a word he was saying despite his voice being right there in your ear.

“And so according to the stars alignment, this planet will be in our orbit tonight and visible from the night sky.” Louis finished.

“Okay....” You weren’t sure what it was he wanted from you or even why your presence was required here. Louis seemed to sense your unspoken speculation and released your hand and shoulder.

“Follow me, we won’t be able to see it here,” He said heading towards the door of his study.

You followed behind him silently as he went up staircase after staircase until the two of you finally reached a balcony near the top floor of the castle. You felt a sense of unease at being this high up and with a Prince as vile as Louis, no less! There was nothing and no one to stop him from chucking you over the balcony wall. You began to inch back towards the door.

“What are you doing? Come closer,” Louis said noticing you backing away.

“I- I can’t. I’m afraid of heights, my liege,” you said keeping your hand very firmly on the door handle. Louis approaches you, covering your hand with his own as he drew you away from the door.

“I’m not going to let anything happen to you, Y/N. If I did, then who’d bring me my lunch?” Louis smirked at his own joke. You didn’t laugh.

He brought you to where a rather large telescope was settled. You realized that the balcony had been built to accommodate the gigantic contraption that was placed at its center. Despite how long you’d been working in the palace, you had no idea this place even existed nor that Royals took such an interest in the celestial heavens.

“And now we wait,” Louis said checking his pocket watch. You found a wall behind the telescope and slid down it so you wouldn’t have to look over the railing to the ground below. You took deep breaths to try and calm your heart rate, the cool breeze from outside helping to clear your head.

Louis sat down beside you, his side nearly resting against your own.

“Why am I here, my liege?” You asked wringing your hands in your lap.

“Louis. My name is Louis,” you glanced at the royal besides you but he had an unreadable expression on his face.

“I’m not supposed to address you as such-

“I don’t care. It doesn’t matter anyway.” Louis said and you remained quiet. He was clearly setting a trap for you after all. Such blatant disrespect of a royal would not be tolerated in any capacity and you knew it.

“Why am I here?” You asked again. He remained silent and you thought he was simply not going to answer you.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Louis sighed, looking up at the stars.

“It is?”

“For some odd reason beyond me, I actually find I quite enjoy your presence,” Louis admitted, his eyes never leaving the moonlit sky. “I don’t know what it is about you but I can’t seem to stay away.”

Out of all the possible reasons Louis could have brought you here, this undoubtedly shocked you the most. He couldn’t stay away from you? What kind of sick, twisted game was he playing at?

“I see now.... So you’re not a vile person naturally?”

“That’s still up for debate but for the most part, no I’m not,” Louis chuckled.

“So you just enjoy making my life miserable when the mood strikes?” Louis finally turned his eyes on you to see you were as far from accepting of his little confession as possible.

“You like to keep me around all the time so you have someone to pick on, your highness. Then I guess you feel guilty afterwards which is why you try to be nice again. Or let me take naps in your quarters to try and break even?” You were seething now as you stood from your seat on the ground. Louis followed after you to try and stop you, pinning you to the balcony wall by caging you in both his arms.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,”

“You’re sick is what you are,” you huffed.

“I know,”

“And cruel,”

“I know,”

“And manipulative,”

“I know, I know, I know! You think I don’t see the way you look at me? You think I don’t see the fear in your eyes? Or the disgust? I know you hate me, Y/N. You’d be an idiot not to.” Louis agonized. You refused to even look at him.

“Why can’t you just.... leave me alone? Our paths never had to cross before, they don’t have to ever cross again,” you lamented to the ground. Louis’ hands lowered to cup your face, angling your head upwards to look in his eyes. There was conflict and pain swimming in his amber orbs.

“I think we both know things can’t return to the way they were...” Louis continued to lower himself into you until he was nearly nuzzling the fur of your cheek.

“Then I quit,” you whispered, his hold on your jaw and neck bringing out your more submissive side. It was a leftover genetic predisposition that all dogs felt, some more than others, from their long history of domestication.

“I can’t let you do that either,” Louis purred and you could hear your heart beating in your ears. The crown Prince should not be this close to his maid, or any commoner for that matter. It was indecent to say the least however you knew from the Gazelles in the kitchen that he was no stranger to this indecency.

“Your highness, please. Let go of me, this isn’t right,” your pleas fell on deaf ears as Louis licked a long stripe from the fur of your neck up to your jaw which was still cupped gracefully in his hands. You felt yourself shudder at his touch. Whether Carnivore or Herbivore, such an act was one of intimacy amongst mammals regardless of class.

“Sire stop this ple-”

“Louis,” he growled into your neck. “My name is Louis. I need to hear you say it.”

“Sir-“

“Say it,” he nipped at your sensitive jugular before soothing the spot with his tongue.

“Louis, please,” you gasped, holding his forearm to steady yourself.

“Good girl,” he groaned.

And then he kissed you.

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Louis has never simultaneously felt more elated nor more heinous in his entire life, until tonight that is. He’d also never forced someone to kiss him that didn’t want to be kissed until tonight either.

The second his lips captured yours, it seemed that all protest left your body as you slumped against the wall, allowing the Prince full access. Louis kissed you with a ferocity that surprised even him and you responded with hesitance.

No, not hesitance. Fear. It had to be fear.

Louis knew it was fear because the second he pulled away, you looked as if he’d just hit you. Your eyes were wide, your tail was tucked between your legs, and he could feel you trembling beneath his hands. He let you go immediately.

What on earth had he done?

In his own love-drunk haze he’d forced himself onto you and now you stood before him scared out of your mind. He’d got carried away being so near you that he’d ended up irrevocably ruining whatever frail relationship there was between you two.

He really was a monster....

He couldn’t stand to look into your huge, innocent eyes any longer. He was ashamed of himself in a way he’d never experienced until now.

“Y-you’re dismissed,” he uttered softly, stepping back. Your already shocked eyes turned impossibly larger.

“Sir, I-”

“Didn’t you hear me? Get out of my sight,” Louis bellowed and you hastily scampered back inside the palace, leaving him alone on the balcony with his thoughts.

His hands were shaking and his ears were burning. Despite the uneasy settling of guilt in his gut, he also couldn’t deny the butterflies that resided there as well. He had kissed you. Your lips were even softer than he imagined in his many, many daydreams of you. The way your fur felt beneath his fingertips, so soft and luxurious. Despite the less than ideal circumstances, he couldn’t deny the elation he felt at being near you, getting to actually touch you. It was intoxicating, invigorating, and..... completely inappropriate.

I was unaware I raised such a cruel child...

His father’s words suddenly haunted him. He had to save himself from this insatiable desire for you before it consumed him completely.

You would never be his and he had to accept that.

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The next morning you found yourself taking Louis his breakfast with a lump in your throat. You were nervous and overthinking things as usual. You had run through every possible scenario in your head for how things might go when the two of you saw each other again and none of them were pleasant.

Due to the Prince’s torment, you had never actually formed an opinion about him other that outward disdain. You hadn’t even considered a relationship that was more.... complex than that of a simple maid and her employer. Of course he slept around with Gazelles (and probably other species of staff as well) but that was hardly what you would deem scandalous. He was a young Herbivore man, a stag no less. He had needs and it wasn’t surprising he sought to quench said needs with the beautiful, graceful Herbivore staff.

You on the other hand? You were a dog and not one you considered especially pretty. As friendly and generally well liked as dogs were amongst other Carnivore species, that never really cultivated into anything beyond camaraderie. Dogs, especially domesticated dogs, were usually only desired by other domesticated animals. Other animals, especially Carnivores, saw domestication as a form of betrayal to your own kind. In today’s society, it wasn’t as heavily prevalent but the stigma still lingered, especially when it came to the process of mating.

You didn’t see yourself as a very attractive Dog, but you were a hard worker and a great cook. You’d always believed you’d eventually find a mate, even if just for those qualities alone which were ideal for Canine. Eventually you’d come across a willing Canine participant, maybe even one who wasn’t domesticated if you really had to, and settle down, have his pups, and live out your life quietly. Romance or love were factors you never even actually considered, you would have been grateful to just find a mate who wasn’t too rough or abusive. And the thought of even entertaining anything with someone who wasn’t a Carnivore never crossed your mind.

But now Louis was forcing it to cross your mind over and over and over again. Your mind kept going back to how it felt to be in his arms. You’d never been held like that, never been kissed like that. It was so full of passion that your body buzzed in excitement thinking about it even now. Excitement and anxiety that is.

You finally neared Louis’ chambers, knocking and entering precariously. And he wasn’t even there. You thought about using this as an excuse to avoid him but thought better of it. You had a job to do and you needed to do it.

You found him in the place you knew he’d always be if not his chambers: his study. As you entered, he blatantly ignored you until finally you spoke up.

“S-sir where would you like me to set your breakfast?” You squeaked out after the elongated stretch of silence. He waved his hand in annoyance at the end of his huge desk, his eyes never even meeting your own. You set down the food and waited in your normal position by his desk.

“Get out,” he snarled and you left along with any hope for answers about his bizarre behavior the night before.

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Things proceeded in that same fashion for weeks. He would ignore you now as if you were less significant than dirt. He couldn’t even be bothered to berate you as he did before, you simply didn’t exist to him other than to dismiss you. He stopped being in your presence in any capacity: no more naps in his chambers, no more staying to accompany him while he ate, and definitely no more late night sessions in his study or on balconies.

A part of you felt guilt at his sudden austerity. You were a Carnivore after all, what if he believed that you had come on to him, that you had been trying to seduce him in this situation. Thinking back, the events of that night could have easily been spun to look as if the whole thing had been of your own fruition. Maybe it was. Maybe you had crossed a line with the deer that you could have prevented. You allowed yourself to get way too comfortable in the presence of a royal, it had backfired miserably and now you had no one to blame but yourself.

You were in the kitchens, where you’d been spending an almost abnormal amount of time lately due to being iced out by the Prince, about to start on his lunch when one of the Gazelles stopped you.

“There’s no need, Pup. The Royal guests arrived this morning, a whole three days earlier than expected,” She putted. You nodded in understanding and went over to help her mince carrots.

“I hear she’s back, and for good this time,” Another Gazelle quipped. There were groans of disgust from the rest of the station.

“Who’s she?” One of the younger, newer Gazelles asked. She was one of the few kitchen staff that actually arrived after you.

“The Prince’s bethrothed. Some princess from the small Kingdom right to the north of us. She’s a stone cold bitch, no offense Pup.” The same Gazelle from earlier glanced down at you.

“None taken,” you answered, too absorbed in the knowledge you were just given. The Prince has a fiancée? The news should have been less shocking to you, it was natural for Royals to enter arranged marriages but you hadn’t stopped to really contemplate this option for Louis.

“Yeah, last year when she came to stay she-” the conversation stopped altogether when suddenly a Grey Wolf entered the kitchen. He was enormous in every facet. He wore the metal cast of a knight however the crest was clearly from a different Kingdom. The Gazelles all scampered to the other side of the room, their fight or flight instincts kicking in.

“You’re not allowed in here!” One of them shrieked.

“Sorry, I was ordered to come here and I wasn’t sure if I sho-”

“Y/N! Get him out of here NOW!” One of the Gazelles behind you pushed you forward in a panic. Oh so now they suddenly know your name?

“Please, sir, if you’ll follow me, I can get you squared away,” you said offering your arm to him gently. Usually it was customary in such tense scenes for one Canine to grab another Canine’s tail to deescalate the situation however this was a wolf and from a different Kingdom. Even you weren’t that careless.

He took your arm and you led him outside where most Carnivores worked during the day.

“So you’re from the neighboring kingdom?” You asked as the two of you walked.

“Y-Yes! I am the royal guard for the Princess.” To be a guard, he sure had a gentle aura around him. His size and stature was intimidating initially but his voice was a big giveaway. He also hid his fangs and natural growl when speaking, something uncommon for Carnivores who were amongst their own kind. Then again you were a domestic dog, not a wolf. He probably did not consider you to be one of his kind.

“Is this your first time at the palace or have you accompanied the Princess before?”

“First time. Is it that obvious I’m a little new to this?” He grimaced and you noticed his eyes. They were incredibly handsome, his entire face actually. But they weren’t the eyes of a Grey Wolf, much too sharp and precise. You had a feeling there was more to this Wolf that what he was showing.

“Not at all. I’m Y/N, by the way,” You offered with a smile.

“Legoshi.”

#beastars #beastars louis #beastars louis x reader #louis x reader #louis x you #louis

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the truth untold | choi seungcheol

ミ★ synopsis: you’re the smartest person in your grade, and choi seungcheol is the track star of the school that everyone has an infatuation with. that’s why your relationship has been a secret to the entire school for the past year.

ミ★ genre: highschool!au, hidden relationship, humor, fluff

ミ★ warnings: small fight :p

ミ★ word count: 4,484

ミ★ pairings: seungcheol x female reader

ミ★ notes: hi ! This is a rather hefty oneshot I wrote lol uhhh I was planning to actually split it up into three parts but I was like, let’s treat the gang today HAHA I hope you guys like this one! also !!! this is dedicated to @babiesanshine cause she biases cheol <3

“Cheol, can you hand me the almond flour?” You ask as you prepare the bowl of ingredients for the macarons. “Here you go yn.” He says, placing it on the counter beside you.

“Thanks baby.” You say and he gives you a warm smile, pressing a soft kiss to your temple before he goes back to the dining table to work on his homework.

You’re currently making macarons for the national honor society’s club fundraiser tomorrow. Your friends always rave about your different flavored macarons whenever you bring some, so the club decided it’d be a good idea for you to make some to sell at the bake sale tomorrow.

“What flavors are you making this time?” Seungcheol asks from the kitchen table. You pause the measuring of the powdered sugar to think for a second, because honestly.... you did not think that far ahead yet.

“Uh..”

“You didn’t think that far ahead yet, huh?” He says, taking the words straight out of your mouth. You turn around and give him a big smile making him laugh.

“I might make cotton candy flavored ones, and chocolate mocha ones? We’ll see how I’m feeling in a second.” You tell him and he nods, turning back to work on homework again.

You and Seungcheol have been dating for over a year now, but have been friends for a lot longer since your parents are close. You are your grade’s valedictorian, the girl in both Key Club and National Honors Society. You’re not really an allrounder though because you dislike sports and exercise with a passion. You like to watch sports and support your school’s teams, but you don’t like to participate in them whatsoever.

However, your boyfriend Seungcheol is the exact opposite when it comes to sports and physical activity. He’s on the track team and likes to workout in his spare time. He’s practically the track star, and you’re the smartest kid in school. The both of you are in two different ranks, but you’re each excelling in your own ways.

You’re pretty well known among the school due to your intelligence, but you’re also rather outgoing. While there’s Seungcheol, the guy every girl in each grade has a massive crush on. His friend group, which consists of twelve other handsome guys, Jesus Christ, are the eye candy of your high school.

That is why no one knows that you two are together. Except your guys’ families, as well as the friend group, literally none of the student body knows that the valedictorian and the most handsome jock in school have been dating for over a year. You both decided that this was for the best, mainly for your sake because you knew the girls were vicious when it came to your boyfriend. You can’t really blame them though, he’s literally the best possible man ever.

There was one time when you were both sophomores, where a rumor spread around that Seungcheol was dating this one girl a grade above you guys. The next day, she literally had so many sticky notes placed inside her locker with harmful messages from the jealous girls who had a crush on Seungcheol. It only stopped once he confirmed that it was just a rumor.

You didn’t think that those types of things happened in real life, but good fucking lord were you wrong. Now that’s why you guys kept it a secret, for your sake. It was a rather good system you had going, you both only gave each other small glances at school, other than that you guys hardly spoke. The only thing that’s a bit annoying, is to see so many girls try and attempt to flirt with Seungcheol. You’re lucky that he never plays along with it though, he only has his eyes on you.

“Alright, I finished my homework. Let me help you baby.” Seungcheol announces from the dining table, packing up his laptop and placing it into his backpack. You’re practically done with the cotton candy macarons, now you just need to work on the chocolate ones.

“Okay! Can you start piping the cotton candy batter onto that baking sheet please? Then put it in the oven for me once you’re done?” You ask and he nods as he raises his arms above his head to stretch. You lowkey eye the sliver of skin that appears when his shirt rides up, taking notice of his v-line, before he lowers his arms. He raises an eyebrow at you, and you immediately turn away.

“You’re silly yn, you make it so obvious when you check me out.” Seungcheol teases, wrapping his arms around your middle as you start putting the chocolate batter into another piping bag. You giggle, “Whatever. You were stretching like that to get my attention anyways.”

“Perhaps. Good thing it worked.” He says, nipping at your ear before he lets go to wash his hands. You feel your cheeks warm as you recall what just happened, almost giggling to yourself like a little girl. Cute.

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“These taste so good!” A freshman tells you excitedly as she takes the first bite of one of the macarons you made. You smile widely, “Thank you so much! I hope you have a good day!” She waves as she walks off with her friends, and you let out a content sigh.

“Wow yn, your macarons are the real star here at this bake sale. You’ve given us the majority of the profit so far!” Your best friend, Hyejin, squeals, giving you a big hug and you laugh, reaching around to hug her back. You and her have been best friends since freshman year, and she’s the only one outside of Seungcheol’s friend group who knows of you and him dating.

“You’re so sweet Hyejin, I’ll be sure to make some more later this week and bring you some.” You promise and she smiles, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek as she is rather affectionate with you.

“Back to register!” She says, giving you finger guns as she walks back over.

You start organizing your small paper containers, keeping busy as you wait for some more customers. You only have about thirty macarons left, and the students typically buy four to six when they come, so you’ll be running out pretty quickly.

“Wow, these look good.” You look up immediately at that familiar voice, only to lock eyes with Seungcheol. He gives you a small smile and you reciprocate it. “Thank you. This is cotton candy flavored, and this one is chocolate with a mocha filling.” You tell him and he grins knowingly, because he damn well helped make these.

“Hm, can I have two of the cotton candy and two of the chocolate please?” Seungcheol asks you and you nod your head, grabbing a paper container and neatly placing four inside.

“That will be six dollars over at the register. There’s a sign pointing to Hyejin over there.” You tell him and he nods, looking amused at you. You hand him the container, and he makes sure to brush his hands against yours as he takes it from you. You raise your eyebrow slightly and he lets out one of his cute giggles.

“Thank you yn. I’m excited to eat these.” He tells you, giving you a big smile as he walks off towards Hyejin. He pays, laughing with your friend before making his way out the door. He gives you a small smile and a wave, and you wave back at him with a big smile on your face. Once he leaves, you take notice of the girls who followed him into the room, and they’re split between staring harshly at you or turning around to follow Seungcheol out of the room. You feel your heartbeat quicken for a moment, choosing to look down at the table and start reorganizing once again.

“Who the hell do you think you are yn?” One girl asks, and you glance up to see that it’s Jieun, the girls soccer captain in front of your table. She’s really a pretty girl, but she’s one of Seungcheol’s biggest admirers. She took part in bullying that one junior from a couple years back. She’s glaring at you, hands placed on your table.

“What do you mean?” You ask quietly, trying to keep your cool as you continue to organize your stand.

“I saw you flirting with Cheol, you know him and I have something going on, don’t you?” She asks, venom dripping from her voice. You pause, knowing that she’s lying and being delusional. You look back up at her, giving her a sweet smile.

“I wasn’t flirting with him, Jieun, I was simply selling some of my macarons. By the way, the cotton candy ones are really good-” She cuts you off by slamming her fist on the table, making you jump back and almost everyone else in the room stop to look at the both of you.

“I don’t give a fuck about your goddamn macarons. I only came in here to see what Cheol would wanna do at the stupid NHS bake sale, and he made his way right to your table without looking at the other goods. Stay away from him yn, I mean it.” She threatens, and you look around the room to see Hyejin looking at you with concern. You try and give her a look inconspicuously, and she immediately understands.

“I’m gonna have to ask you to leave Jieun.” Hyejin says as she makes her way over, arms crossed over her chest. Jieun rolls her eyes, turning and giving you one last death glare, before walking out with the rest of her friends.

You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding, and Hyejin immediately pulls you into a hug. “Did she find out?” She asks you quietly and you shake your head, closing your eyes as Hyejin holds you, finding comfort in your best friend.

“No, but I think she has a feeling something’s going on.” You whisper and Hyejin lets out a sigh. She pulls away and makes you look her in the eyes, “If she continues to try and attack you, let me know.” You nod, feeling tired suddenly.

“Hi, can I have six macarons?” You and Hyejin turn your heads to see another customer staring at the both of you with tentative smiles. “That’s my cue to leave and start manning the register again! Let me know if you want me to take over, you can head home if you want.” Hyejin tells you, giving you one last hug before she walks off. You take in a deep breath, turning to look back at the student with a smile.

“Yeah of course! How many of each do you want?”

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“Do I have to go?” You ask Hyejin as you lay in your bed, frowning up at the ceiling.

“Yes! Cheol’s 4x1 relay team got first in state! You know that Jun’s parties are always really chill and fun. Plus, I don’t wanna go alone. I promise I’ll stay right beside you, I always do.” She tells you, throwing a dress over your face, blocking your view of the ceiling.

“I know… but I’m scared of Jieun hehe.” You respond and you can feel Hyejin’s anger grow at the thought of the soccer captain. “She stinks! She fucking STINKS! But she’s also part of the reason we’re going to the party tonight.”

You sit up immediately at this newfound information, removing the dress from your face and throwing it beside you. You stare at Hyejin with wide eyes, and she gives you a small smile, “Uh… surprise?”

“WHY!?!?”

“BECAUSE! I heard she’s gonna try and make a move on Cheol tonight, we have to keep watch over the skank!” Hyejin tells you, walking over to you from your closet and placing the dress back on your lap.

“Now go change into that so I can do your makeup!” You let out a loud groan, getting off your bed and obliging by Hyejin’s wishes.

partially because you wanna go to the track teams celebration party now to make sure that Jieun won’t jump your boyfriend.

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“I hate it here.” is the first thing that slips out of your mouth as soon as you and Hyejin walk in.

There’s LED lights wrapped around the living room, radiating a bright blue. There’s people grinding on each other in the middle of the living room where the main speakers are, and those that are playing beer pong to your left. You see Seungcheol and the rest of the friend group heading in the direction of the kitchen, and you raise an eyebrow at the sight of Jieun and her friends following after them.

“There they are.” Hyejin mutters, grabbing your hand and making your way through the crowd to keep a close eye on Jieun. You both enter the large kitchen, noticing the boys beginning to make a red solo cup tower. Jun is laughing loudly at Mingyu’s focused expression of trying to make the cups stand on each other at just the right position. Seungcheol is taking a sip of soju as he watches Seungkwan try and take over on making the tower.

He’s wearing a plain black t-shirt with tight ripped blue jeans. His hair is fluffy, as if it just dried from a shower. You find yourself getting too caught up in checking out your boyfriend, that you fail to notice that Soonyoung has noticed you.

“Oh! Yn and Hyejin here!” He announces, making Seungcheol immediately lookup and find you. He looks around the kitchen for a moment before locking eyes with you, and his eyes widen at your attire because sweet baby jesus.

Hyejin chose the form fitting satin dress from your closet. It’s a royal blue with pink flowers printed on it, accentuating your body. You’re wearing short heels because you can’t walk in heels for the life of you, you only have minimal makeup on. Brown eyeliner, mascara, and lip gloss.

“Holy shit.” Seungcheol mutters, wanting to reach out and take you into his arms but he can’t. Minghao looks at him and lets out a small giggle, knowing that the poor guy is struggling.

“Hi guys!” You greet cheerfully, and the guys abandon their solo cup tower to give you and Hyejin a big group hug. Minghao, and Jeonghan stay beside Seungcheol to make sure those in the kitchen don’t notice that Seungcheol was the only one who didn’t hug you.

“I didn’t know you were coming.” Jun says, giving you a pat on the head. Hyejin walks over to Seungkwan and Mingyu who are back to working on the tower.

“Hyejin practically dragged me here honestly. By the way, do you have water?” You ask him and he nods, pointing over to where Seungcheol is. You notice the pack of water bottles beside Seungcheol on the counter he’s leaning on. “Nice, I’ll come help with that tower in a second.” You tell him and he chuckles.

You walk over to where Seungcheol is, and he’s staring at you over the bottle of soju he’s holding in his hands. You smirk at him and he raises an eyebrow at that. “Excuse me Seungcheol.” You tell him as you reach over to grab a water bottle.

“You look gorgeous tonight.” He mutters, so quiet that you almost didn’t catch it.

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” You whisper back, turning around and facing him, giving him a smile.

What you fail to notice is Jieun glaring at your interaction with Seungcheol from the kitchen island. However, Hyejin sees it, and she walks over to you to let you know.

“Jieun is glaring at the both of you.” She says once she’s in front of the both of you, and Seungcheol bites the inside of his cheek, turning away from you as soon as it’s mentioned.

“I haven’t even- I just- I didn’t-”

“She’s crazy for Cheol yn, anyone who smiles at him gets the fattest death glare she could muster.” Jeonghan tells you and Hyejin nods in agreement.

“Damn. I hate it here.” You say and you feel Seungcheol giggle at that to your left. You grin as you take a sip of water, almost spitting it out when Soonyoung accidentally knocks half of the tower over.

“You know what, I hate it here too!” Seungkwan exclaims, throwing a solo cup at Soonyoung’s head and storming out of the kitchen. You and Hyejin start laughing as Soonyoung runs after him to apologize.

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“Tell me why they think beer pong is so fun?” You ask Chan and he shrugs along with Hyejin. It’s been about an hour and the boys decided to play beer pong. Currently, it’s Seungcheol and Jeonghan against Seungkwan and Seokmin.

Seungcheol and Jeonghan are winning though, as expected.

“I don’t know, but the horny people sure are getting a show.” Chan says, taking a sip of soda as the three of you scan the room, taking notice of all the girls (and a few guys) who are practically salivating at the sight of the four handsome men playing an intense game of beer pong.

Especially Jieun, who is taking a video of Seungcheol specifically. You let out a sigh, standing up from the couch to stretch. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” You announce and they nod. You head off to the restroom, only for Seungcheol to raise his arms up in victory at getting the ball into a cup, making you take a couple steps back in shock at how close he was to hitting you.

You’re clumsy in these heels though, so you trip backwards mid-step. Seungcheol notices and his eyes widen, reaching out and wrapping his arms around you before you fall on your ass. He’s staring at you with wide eyes, asking if you’re okay, but your focus is only on the hush that fell over the beer pong audience.

“I-I’m okay Cheol. Thank you.” You say and he nods, only then realizing how quiet the room is. He stands up straight, releasing his arms from around your waist. “Of course yn.” He responds. The boys begin to make an attempt at a joke, and it makes the quietness of the crowd disappear.

You walk off in the direction of the bathroom, feeling eyes on your back. You cross your arms, walking faster. You make it to the restroom, immediately closing and locking the door. You let out a sigh, checking behind the shower curtain to make sure you didn’t walk in on anyone. You relax once you realize you’re alone in the restroom, going to the toilet so that you can finally fucking pee.

Meanwhile, Hyejin is looking around the room, trying to find Jieun, only to not find her. She lets Chan and Jun know, and the three of them start their search around the house to figure out where they went. Hyejin finds Jieun’s friends on the dance floor, but no Jieun in sight. She bites her lip, making her way to the kitchen.

You step out of the restroom after washing your hands, and you make your way back to the living room where the guys are playing beer pong. You push a strand of hair behind your ear as you step back into the living room, catching sight of your boyfriend.

Only for your vision to disappear once a cup of beer gets thrown directly into your face. You scream, covering your eyes, feeling the coldness of the alcohol seep through your dress. Seungcheol immediately turns around at the sound of your scream, eyes widening at the sight.

“What the fuck did I tell you bitch?” You hear Jieun’s harsh voice, and you tentatively uncover your eyes, blinking a few times to regain your vision. She’s literally fuming as she glares at you, crumpling the now empty solo cup in her hand.

“I didn’t do anything.” You say and she scoffs.

“Didn’t do anything? Are you that dumb? I thought you were valedictorian. It’s fucking obvious that you’re flirting with Seungcheol you fucking whore.” She seethes, grabbing a leftover bottle of soju and starting to pour it over your head, causing you to scream and grab the bottle from her hand, directing it away from you.

“The fuck?! Let go, yn!”

“No! You’re being mean for no fucking reason!” You yell, managing to get the bottle out of her grasp. You pour the rest onto the hardwood floor, rolling the bottle away once it’s empty. You look back up at her, then realize everyone is staring at you.

Seungcheol looks ready to throw Jieun away, his veins bulging from his arms. If looks could kill, Jieun would be six feet under right now. The only thing that’s holding him back is Jeonghan, who has a hand resting on his shoulder.

“For no reason?! You’re flirting with Seungcheol! The guy I have a thing with!” She yells, raising her hand up to slap you in the face, to which you grab it, stopping her in her tracks.

“You don’t have a thing with Seungcheol.” You state confidently, looking up at her with an open-mouthed smirk. She glares even harder at you, “What the fuck did you just say? Like you’d know anything outside of fucking school you kissass.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, your hold on her wrist getting tighter and she winces slightly.

“Let go of me!”

“I know you don’t have a thing with Cheol.” You say louder, glancing over at Seungcheol to see him glaring holes into the back of Jieun’s head.

“Because Seungcheol is my boyfriend.” You announce, and you hear a collective gasp from those who are watching this whole thing unfold. Jieun cocks her head to the side, finally ripping her hand out of your grip.

“No fucking way-”

“Yes fucking way you bitch. We’ve been dating for over a year now. We kept it a secret because of people like you,” You spit, poking Jieun right in the chest and she takes a step back, glaring back at you with fire in her eyes. “who think they get a say in whatever the fuck my boyfriend decides to do, and that’s not okay! He’s a fucking human being! Not your toy!” You yell, and you glance down, taking notice of her clenched fists.

“You lying whore!” Jieun raises her hand up to slap you in the face, and before you can grab her arm to stop her,

Seungcheol already has his grip around her wrist. She turns her head, seeing Seungcheol holding her back and she immediately pouts to try and win his favor.

“Cheollie! Can you tell yn she’s being delusional-”

“Are you okay baby?” Seungcheol asks you instead, concern temporarily taking over his once angry features as his eyes rake your figure to assess the damage. You hear the crowd do another collective gasp at the term of endearment.

You grab a hold of your now beer and soju soaked dress, raising up a bit of it to see the alcohol drip onto the floor. You let out a shrug, “I smell like beer and soju, and my body is sticky. It’s kinda gross.” he lets out a small smile.

“Y-you guys are actually t-together?” Jieun asks, and Seungcheol turns his attention back to her, his expression turning steely.

“Yes. We are in fact, together. And I don’t appreciate those that dare lay a hand on my girlfriend.” He says, voice dripping in anger.

“I suggest you take your friends and leave the party while I’m still being nice.” Seungcheol threatens, aggressively dropping her hand. She nods, turning around and walking away.

Seungcheol pulls you into his arms, giving you a tight, warm hug. He apologizes into your ear, rubbing your back as he hugs you tightly. He only lets go once you both hear a screech. You both turn to see Hyejin and the rest of the guys holding now empty solo cups.

“Cheol may have decided to be nice to you, but we aren’t that nice!” They yell and you let out a small chuckle.

“Don’t ever mess with our girl!” Jihoon shouts and Jieun nods frantically, running out of the house with her friends, a trail of beer droplets following after her.

“Can we go home? I need a shower.” You ask Seungcheol and he smiles, kissing your head.

“Of course baby, let’s go home.”

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“I’m kinda nervous.” You say and Seokmin gives you a look. “Why would you be nervous? We’re all here to protect you yn!”

The fifteen of you are all standing by Seungcheol’s car in the school parking lot, trying to help psych you up. It’s basically one giant group huddle where your friends make sure you feel comfortable and ready to enter the school now that you and Seungcheol’s secret is out.

“You have like five of us in your class, it’ll be okay! We got your back yn.” Jeonghan reassures you, and you nod, taking a deep breath. Seungcheol squeezes your hand, giving you a kiss on the forehead, “It’ll be okay, yn. I’ll fight anyone who tries to hurt you okay? So will the rest of the guys, especially Hyejin.”

“Hell yeah I will!”

“Alright… let’s do this.” You say determinedly, and everyone cheers. You and Seungcheol walk into the school, the rest of the guys and Hyejin right behind you. Everyone widens their eyes at this, staring specifically at you and Seungcheol’s intertwined hands. Some of the girls are glaring at you, others are smiling happily at the newfound couple of the school.

“Oh my god, the rumors are true!”

“No way…”

“They look so cute together! They’re literally the two stars of the school.”

“He can do so much bette-” Seungcheol shoots a glare at the girl, immediately making her shutdown mid-sentence and look down at the floor.

You guys joke around for a bit before you get put to a stop in front of your classroom, and Seungcheol smiles down at you.

“I’ll see you at lunch yn, stay close to the boys in class okay?” You nod your head. He rests his hand on your cheek, leaning in and pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

“EW!!” Wonwoo yells, and you and Seungcheol jump apart, making the rest of the group laugh.

“I’m just kidding, I wanted to scare you both. We’ll save you a seat yn!” Wonwoo says with a chuckle, walking into the classroom with Hyejin, Jeonghan, Mingyu and Jihoon. The rest of the guys wave goodbye as they make their way to their own classrooms, leaving you and Seungcheol alone.

“I’ll see you at lunch Cheollie, I love you.” You tell him with a smile, and he lays a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you too, yn.”

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