#their friendship standing on its own feet is absolutely precious and powerful and I love it

[claramurphyqueenoffandoms]

You know what’s super annoying? When you ship two of your characters so hard one day, then the next day, you friend-ship them so hard, and the way you have the story, they could legit go either way, and it’s super cute in both cases (their romantic relationship would be absolutely adorable, and their friendship is absolutely adorable just on its own), but your brain or heart or whatever keeps flip-flopping on which way you like it best, and just UGGGGHHHH

[sapphicyanli]

some of the loud thoughts that i have after finally watching the devil judge is about how they handle and write soohyun's character, especially in relation to gaon and yohan's relationship. trigger warning for the conversation about her death in the latest part of this post.

i think it has been agreed upon collectively that basically TDJ's love triangle is between yohan and soohyun competing for gaon's heart and we were supposed to root for gaon and yohan to end up together, that's obvious imo. thus, the way they portrayed soohyun was, uhm, a choice.

they wrote her that she joined the police academy to basically so she can protect gaon more because god forbid women can have a genuine, personal ambition without it being about a man(side not, its rare to see the main male character framed as someone who needs protection that much. further proof that gaon is literally the "female" character that soohyun & yohan fighting over), always worrying over gaon, willing to put up with more works as long as its for gaon, willing to always be there for gaon when he's overwhelmed with the kind of sorrow that he's only comfortable to show to soohyun, his best friend that has seen him broke down so many times.

even when after those times, gaon choose yohan over her again and again.

in a mainstream het drama context, she's usually the "side, nice guy who actually treat the main girl better but the main girl is somehow fall for the abusive & annoying male lead"(except yohan is not abusive ofc).

basically a lot of her actions, always have something to do with gaon and its makes me raise my eyebrow. there shouldn't even be a "romance" between gaon & soohyun in the first place imo, if that's how they did ber character. her and gaon's friendship could be a powerful representation that platonic relationship is just as precious as the romantic one. gaon too didn't need to always choose between two of the most important people in his life which is cruel btw, yohan and soohyun could get to know each other and be friends, elijah also could get a sister if yohan and soohyun get along, its a win-win for everybody. the amount of traumas that gaon already have and troubles coming his way is enough to supply that boy for a lifetime already, and gaon's love for soohyun and yohan run deeply, albeit in a different way for each of them. if he can have his best friend soohyun and his lover yohan by his side without tearing himself apart into two, why not?

yohan and gaon get pulled to each other like they have their own gravitation even since their first encounter, and i think soohyun knew that. she's gaon's best friend after all, she knew how gaon is when he's in love with someone else and she can tell it is different than how gaon's feelings towards her. all this time it has always been her and gaon only, and now suddenly there's this charming guy who's winning gaon's heart in a short amount of time, soohyun didn't stand a chance to be gaon's lover.

thus, the portrayal of her devensife and suspicios behavior towards yohan could also be linked/&translated to jealousy. to see her best friend that she loved for years being swept away off of his feet by this new, cooler, richer, older guy... well what a way to then made her character seemed desperate to prove to gaon that "no yohan is a bad guy he just manipulate you gaon you cant trust him ever i'm the only one you have and can lean on to gaon-ah" and even made us the audience can't help but wonder too; is kang yohan really a monster? is he capable to love gaon like that?

not to mention throughout the drama her one sided romantic feeling towards gaon is often being brought upon which made me like,,, what was the point?? once or twice is enough. like tell me about her favorite movies, her favorite season, her memorable stories as a police, tell me about HER that isn't about gaon like damn even her affectionate actions towards gaon all this time was also used to paralleled a lot of yohan's caring and loving behaviour towards gaon to literally show that yohan is gaon's "new" love

her death is so dissapointing too in my opinion. she died protecting gaon, she died for him. at the end, she lived and existed FOR gaon, that's it and that's not fair. she should and could be so much more than that. she didn't even have a little background story of her own life being shown, all we knew that she was a gaon's best friend since they were kids and a cop, that's it.

what a waste for a potentional absolute girlboss character in this drama tbh.

[paperbagpetrichor]

Hey! Is it okay for me to request Headcanons for jotaro, Giorno, and Joseph reacting to having an s/o who’s very clumsy in everyday life but when it comes to fighting she can take down groups of people twice her size and height ?

[  I hope it’s okay that I just did Joseph and Jotaro!  I’m not far enough in to be confident in writing for p5 quite yet, my apologies, but I hope you enjoy these two!  ]

J o s e p h ;;

At first he didn’t think much of you, other than that you were a hell of a cutie.  Petite, almost always fumbling, both physically and around your words, a pink blush constantly tinting your cheeks, he initially believed you were shy and nervous in nature, and, to some degree, you were.  Perhaps it was the fact that he didn’t think he’d see much of you throughout his journey, but he didn’t pay you much attention.  Whenever he saw someone being a bit of a klutz, or tripping over their own words, nevertheless, his mind would always flash back to you, the girl who seemingly popped out of the background sheerly because of her awkwardness.

It quickly became clear that you weren’t going anywhere.  As it turned out, you were one of Lisa Lisa’s most prized students, excelling in Hamon.  Joseph thought himself insane the first time he and Caesar ran into you.  That same small girl, bumbling about like a lost puppy, was a Hamon master?  It was almost laughable.  In fact, when Lisa Lisa introduced (or rather re-introduced) the two of you, he couldn’t help but let a laugh escape.  “[Y/n]?  [Y/n] [l/n]?  That name must be common, then,” he’d chuckled, rolling his eyes, only for his trainer to cast him a stern glance as you emerged behind her, nearly tripping on the brick flooring.  His jaw practically hit the ground.

Even during training he couldn’t believe it.  Somehow, you - clumsy, small, innocent, and somewhat of a mess at times - were ahead of him.  He clung to whatever little logic he could muster.  After all, he hadn’t seen you use Hamon, so perhaps you were simply some relative of Lisa Lisa’s, visiting, exempt from practice because you genuinely didn’t know the first thing about anything, Lisa Lisa simply letting you live your dream.  You were adorable, of course, but something like jealousy and uncertainty held Joseph back, generally avoiding you.

Only after your first sparring session did he realize how wrong he’d been.  “I’ll go easy on you, love,” he’d reassured as the two of you set yourselves into position, only eliciting a small snort from you and a “you don’t need to” under your breath.  The moment he plunged into battle you were able to pinpoint his moves fairly quickly, although, to be fair, after watching him train, you’d grown rather accustomed to his typical moves.  You easily avoided jabs and kicks, dodging clacker balls with ease, allowing a few well-placed Hamon-filled punches and swift feints followed up by some powerful roundhouses left him breathless on his back in what felt like an instant.  Through his panting, holding his head, he saw you step over him, for the first time looking and truly feeling like a giant, worthy of all the praise Lisa Lisa had given you.  “You don’t need to go easy on me,” you informed with a good-natured smile, reaching out to help him back to his feet.  Before he gathered the strength to take your hand, he still had to process it all, bewildered at the transformation from a girl who could hardly stand to one who could beat him almost instantaneously.  “…No shit.”

From then on the three of you, Joseph, Caesar, and yourself, continued on the journey to defeat the Pillar Men.  Although he’d seen your skills, Joseph still saw you as a flower, just barely in bloom and in need of protection.  He couldn’t forgive himself if something happened to you.  Not that he was particularly planning on you falling prey to enemy traps, but even after proving yourself in battle, he still continued to see the you he’d first met pretty much anywhere outside of battle.  Thus, he couldn’t believe when you agreed to help him on his quest.  He tried to talk you out of it.  But, although your words were stuttered and repeated, you were committed, and nothing he could do would stop you.  Eventually he found himself letting his fears go.  Instead, he took to teasing you, pondering aloud how the pretty mess that was you could kick ass in battle.

Your first fights against the Pillar Men only continued to further his amazement.  What took Joseph minutes took you seconds, and even as time progressed and he learned new techniques, you always seemed to be just ahead of him.  Something about the sight of you taking on ancient super-human godlike beings, easily twice your size both in terms of height and muscle, always managed to astonish him.  Although he continued to tease you, he genuinely did admire you.  His affection built but he hid it beneath playful words.  “You don’t mess about, do you?” he’d joke after a battle, when the both of you were finally able to catch a break.  You would smile and shake your head.  “Not in a fight, at least.”  A giggle would follow, and he’d run a hand through your hair.  You were absolutely precious.

After Caesar’s death, the two of you only grew closer, you left wordless at the loss of your friend while Joseph was tormented equally in yells and cries out for his lost partner.  You both tried to help one another get through it, and although evidently your fighting - both of yours - was impacted poorly initially, the two of you quickly learned to read one another to step in should the other need a moment.  In the end your grief only made both of you stronger and more determined to end it all.  “You absolutely confuse me, you know,” he’d admit with a lazy smile when it was just the two of you alone.  You would look at him with innocent eyes and inquire, “Is that a bad thing?”  “Not at all.”  He paused, and suddenly planted a kiss on your cheek.  “In fact, I think that’s why I love you.”

J o t a r o ;;

The instant he heard his klutz of a classmate had a stand, he felt like the world had been flipped on its side.  How were people like him and people like you even remotely similar?  You were practically half his height, almost always stumbling in the hallways, tripping over your own feet and stringing your words together as gracefully as tangled Christmas lights in mid-July.  Quite frankly he thought you were perhaps one of the weakest people he’d ever known.  Your antics were precisely the opposite of his, and he couldn’t care less.

He gave a heavy sigh and tipped his hat down to hide the dissatisfaction that twisted his face when you were recruited to fight Dio.  All you were going to be was dead weight; someone whose constant mistakes would not only drag the group down but possibly risk all of their lives, undoubtedly forcing the more compassionate Crusaders to help you rather than finish up battle.  He, his grandfather, Kakyoin, and Avdol were well-trained.  And up against an immortal being.  And then…there was you.  You could hardly make it up the stairs without your foot catching one of the ledges, and for some godforsaken reason, the others had made the extremely bright decision to take you to fight a person equivalent to a god of sorts.

The first time you were truly able to shine was in the fight against Polnareff.  As most of your group fell into defense, in unfamiliar territory against a powerful man with an equally powerful stand, not to mention a minion of Dio, it was only Jotaro and, surprisingly enough, you, who took to offense.  Before anyone could so much as get a hit in, you were lunging at him, deftly avoiding his quick movements and flashing about at an unprecedented pace, setting elaborate ruses to catch him off guard and swiftly landing the first blows within seconds, showing no intention of stopping as you continued to watch for his movements and make your moves.  After a moment of shock, Jotaro joined you, and even though it was you who ultimately took him down, he still couldn’t believe his eyes.  Perhaps it had just been a stroke of luck.  That had to be it.

You became fast friends with the other members of your team, especially Kakyoin, but Jotaro, given his reserved nature, atop his doubt at your abilities, remained rather cold to you.  It took a good few battles for him to realize that this wasn’t the work of some lucky streak.  Somehow, that same clumsy schoolgirl that he’d found a hindrance was now a warrior on the front lines, tackling enemy after enemy, always managing to find weak points and strike viciously, rivaling, if not surpassing, his own ability.  Eventually an odd sort of respect bloomed in his chest for you.  It rose with every moment in battle, but wavered every moment outside it.  Nonetheless, he figured he should at least stop isolating himself from you, especially as the two of you often wound up working together to take down an enemy.  Your nature was still off-putting for him, but he found you to be a very sweet girl, strong not only in battle but also in mind, even if lacking in other departments.  The two of you began coordinating your abilities for the best outcomes possible, and, in doing so, found affection to one another.

Although he’d never admit it, he was falling hard for you, both the silly klutz and the talented fighter all in one.  He noticed you seemed to feel the same.  Often the two of you spent your free time together, even if it was in silence, partially because of Jotaro’s stoic personality and your quietness so as to prevent you from fumbling your words and appearing stupid.  But as time passed, the two of you opened up to one another (at least, as much as could be expected).  His seriousness played off well with your innocence, and although he’d always find himself giving his signature yare yare daze every time you wound up messing something up, he learned to appreciate it as a part of you.  

After the primary bridge of your friendship - Kakyoin - was hospitalized, he grew frustratingly concerned for you, and you for him.  He seemed much more protective of you, strangely so, not just to you but to everyone, and although you would always assure him you’d be fine a sense of duty to keep you safe would still cloud his mind, only to slowly dissipate as you proved your skills over and over, countless times in countless battles.

“I - um, I probably annoy you a lot,” you confessed one day, after defeating an enemy stand and having a rare moment of peace in a small town, browsing the scenery, just you and Jotaro, your cheeks flushing as you continued, “s-so thanks for putting up with me.”  A nervous giggle escaped you, the redness tinting your face only growing in saturation as you prepared yourself for your next words, continuing slowly, voice wavering despite your best attempts to remain calm, “And I’ve never really…done this before, but I’ve never really felt like this before, and so what I’m trying to say - what I mean is - I think I love you.”  You closed your eyes tight, unwilling to see the expression on his face, only for a ruffling of clothing and a small grunt of acknowledgement to cause you to peek.  Jotaro had pulled his hat down over his face, put you could see a small shade of pink rising on his cheeks, mumbling a small all-too-familiar phrase.  Your heart was beating a million miles a minute - surely he’d reject you.  But instead, you found yourself with his hand on your shoulder, holding you firmly as though unwilling to let go.  “Then do me a favor, and stop tripping over yourself.”  It wasn’t a yes, but as he brushed a few stray strands of your hair back into place, you grinned like an idiot.  It was just as good as a yes, in your eyes.

The first time Jotaro ever said the words ‘I love you’ weren’t to his mother, or father, or any of his family or friends.  They were to the only one he truly, genuinely loved, with every inch of his body and mind and heart, who made his heart race and brain cloud and who he couldn’t start to imagine his life without then: you.  It was right before the battle with Dio when he pulled you aside, and, without any buildup, simply spoke the words with passion.  Before you even had the time to process them he was kissing you, holding you closer than ever before, and in his embrace the two of you formed a pact: no matter what, you were both going to make it through this, and when you were done, and the past was simply that, the past, you would begin your bright future, together.

[mezzomercury]

Bohemian Rhapsody in Blue Chapter Two: You Take My Breath Away

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Pregnancy, Doctor’s office

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September 4, 1985

Munich, Germany

A couple days before his 39th Birthday Extravaganza, Freddie invited Jim and Nadia to stay with him in Munich for a couple weeks, as Queen was recording their new album A Kind of Magic at the Musicland Studios before they would resume in London within the next month. While he was hard at work as always, he desperately missed his husband, as well as the woman carrying their child, whom both men had grown quite fond of and developed a fast friendship with ever since she accepted the offer to become their surrogate. Being away from home meant having to miss a lot of milestones in Nadia’s pregnancy, which he felt guilty about every passing moment. Therefore, having them visit would be the perfect opportunity to touch base on everything he missed, as well as celebrate his birthday with the people that mattered most to him.

Everything about their visit seemed ideal, except for the fact, which Nadia pointed out, that they would be missing their 20 week ultrasound if she and Jim were out of town. This hadn’t occurred to Freddie in the slightest before talking on the phone with her about it, but he quickly dismissed her concern and assured her, 

“I’ll take care of everything. Don’t worry, it will happen wherever we are.” 

This unfortunately put him in a difficult predicament, and now he had to find and ultrasound technician that spoke English fluently, via looking through a phonebook entirely in German and trying to make an appointment in a language he did not speak at all. After giving up and slamming down the phonebook in frustration one day, he sought help from Queen’s producer Reinhold Mack, who was a Munich native in addition to being a father of three. Mack scheduled an appointment at a clinic on his behalf, which unfortunately was on the complete opposite end of the city, but Freddie figured that beggars couldn’t be choosers. All he needed to do was obtain Nadia’s medical records and send them prior to the appointment, then the rest would hopefully be easy.

It was now the day before his birthday, the day of their appointment, and Freddie, Jim, and Nadia arrived at a small clinic after trying to find it for more than an hour, their limo driver losing their way multiple times in the process. The three of them were full of excitement, as this would be the appointment where they would see their baby again, and hopefully find out the gender of their little bundle of joy. Freddie took a moment before they entered the office to observe Nadia. Her baby bump had grown significantly since he left London, and her figure had become curvier and more feminine, complimenting her statuesque, six-foot-tall frame. She was currently wearing a loose-fitting summer dress, as Autumn had yet to arrive, and had an absolutely radiant glow on her face that never seemed to leave. Of course, his days of being romantically attracted to women were long gone, but Freddie couldn’t help but admire the sun-kissed Maghrebi beauty that was standing before him and his husband, carrying cargo that was way too precious for words. Pregnancy suited Nadia well, and it was just an added bonus that it was his and Jim’s baby that she was carrying. If it’s a girl, I hope she looks like her mum, Freddie thought to himself with a small smile, now being hurried off with the other two members of his group into an examination room as soon as they walked into the clinic.

The technician assigned to them was luckily a British expat living in Munich, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes and an almost maternal manner, thoroughly answering all of Jim and Nadia’s questions with informative care. Freddie found himself not having any of his own to ask, as he was far too nervous and in his own little world to come up with anything. He involuntarily reached out for Nadia’s hand as she sat down in the chair, which she accepted and squeezed assuringly to the nervous father-to-be. Jim looked on at his husband in concern, knowing how anxious he was, and wishing he could say something that would help.

The moments leading up to the three of them seeing their baby seemed unbelievably slow, or perhaps it was due to Freddie’s current child-like impatience. His anxiety levels seemed to exponentially increase as he watched Nadia lift up her dress to expose her belly and the technician squeeze some weird gel onto the exposed area before waving around the transducer on it to try and get an image onto the screen in front of them. Freddie’s eyes were completely glued to the screen, sweating bullets as he was waiting for an image to appear, worrying that nothing would show up and there would be no sign of a baby in sight.

All of the sudden, as if some higher power had taken notice of his worries, the image of a small, potato-like figure appeared on the monitor, immediately causing all three parents to gasp in unison. Jim stuttered to speak, trying to get a confirmation from the technician, 

“Is that….” he found himself stopping, too busy focusing on the little blob that was his future child, 

“Yes, that’s your baby.” she answered happily, glancing at all three of their reactions. 

Nadia seemed to be amazed that this little thing was growing inside her, while Freddie looked like he had just seen a ghost, but had the beginning of tears forming in his eyes. It hardly looked human, Freddie thought, save for the outline of a head, feet, and a spinal cord that resembled a string of pearls, but it was his baby. His smile got even wider as he watched it move its little limbs around, finding himself wanting to touch Nadia’s belly to see if he could feel the movements for himself, but alas, he would have to wait until the appointment was over to try his luck. Still, he found himself tuning out his surroundings and focusing only on the image in front of him, as if it were the only other thing in existence.

Time seemed to stop as Freddie continued carefully watching the monitor, not registering that the technician was taking measurements and getting snapshots of the screen to print out for later. Freddie’s eyes found themselves quickly darting over to meet Jim’s, sharing a moment of pure bliss. Their relationship had gotten so intense and so loving at this point that they could communicate to each other with just a single glance, and now they were repeatedly saying to each other, That’s our baby. I can’t believe we’re going to be fathers. Their moment was interrupted when they started to hear a faint whirring sound in a pulsating pattern coming from the doppler that was just placed on Nadia’s belly. The baby’s heartbeat. They heard it before when they had first found out that Nadia was pregnant, but this time is was much louder and stronger. Freddie had to fight the ongoing urge to cry now, nearly hyperventilating and squeezing Nadia’s hand even harder than before. It was by far the most beautiful sound he ever heard. Every other sound seemed to pale in comparison to the tiny thuds that signified the life he helped create.

“Everything looks really good so far.” the technician assured them as she continued waving the transducer around, “Very healthy and happy.” 

This came as a huge relief to everyone else in the room. Nothing was more important to them than the baby’s well-being. Finally, it was the moment they had all been waiting for: 

“Would you like to know the gender?” the technician asked. 

Nadia glanced at both Freddie and Jim to see their reactions, both of them excitedly giving the confirmation for the big reveal. Freddie found himself ridden with anxiety again. Part of him wanted to wait and be surprised, but he just had to know if it was a boy or a girl. He watched eagerly as the technician kept moving the transducer around, but the little blob on the screen wouldn’t uncross its legs. 

“Already such a stubborn little thing.” Jim joked, trying to relieve the tension in the room.

 Freddie was starting to get a bit frustrated and tried to calm himself down, but found himself accidentally saying, “Come on, little one. Don’t be shy.” out loud, much to Jim and Nadia’s amusement, both knowing he didn’t intend for anyone to hear that. 

Then, as if the baby somehow heard its father’s gentle pleas, it uncrossed its little legs and gave the answer to the question everyone was looking for. The technician immediately zoomed in on the screen to see if she could find any visible genitalia on the baby and happily declared, 

“Looks like you’re going to have a little girl. Congratulations.”

All time stopped again. Those words rang through Freddie’s head like the colossal bell of Big Ben. He kept repeating silently to himself I’m going to have a daughter over and over until he couldn’t keep his composure any longer and broke down in the room in front of everyone. His heart felt like it self-destructed in his chest and he was drowning in emotions that he previously forbid himself to have for the longest time. He didn’t even have the time to try and suppress these visceral feelings, and he had reluctantly surrendered and let everything go right then and there. As he covered his face as not to reveal hot and heavy tears, Jim rushed over to his side and tenderly kissed him on the cheek. He also had tears of pure joy leaking from his eyes, but didn’t even try to pretend they weren’t present. 

“You were right, Freds. We’re having a little girl. She’ll be so beautiful.” he whispered to him while cupping the back of his neck in the way that Freddie so enjoyed.

As the technician finished up the ultrasound and left the room to get the photographs that were printing out, Freddie and Jim spent a couple more minutes holding each other tightly, both in disbelief that soon they would be fathers to a little girl. Everything about her seemed so real now. She wasn’t just an abstract concept to them anymore. She didn’t have a name yet, but there was no doubt that both her fathers would move heaven and earth for her even now. Once Freddie regained enough composure to have at least one coherent thought, he got up out of his chair and embraced Nadia as tightly as he possibly could, his breath still hitching in his chest and the tears he shed now stained on his cheeks. He wanted to say so much to the woman whom he believed to be an angel on earth, the woman who said yes to the most outrageous proposition, and as a result was now giving him and his husband the greatest gift they ever could receive, but all he could say at that moment was, 

“Thank you, darling. For everything.” 

Even though Nadia was more than a decade younger than him, her maternal instincts kicked in and she started to lightly scratch Freddie’s back, trying to soothe him as if he were a small child. 

“I should be the one thanking you,” she replied, “I have no doubt that she will be the most loved and adored child in the world, given her two dads.” 

Jim blushed and helped Nadia get up back into her feet once she and Freddie broke apart, also giving her a tight hug.

Fast forward to nearly twenty minutes later, as the trio sat in Freddie’s private limo on the way back to their home. Nadia and Freddie sat next to each other with Jim sitting across from them, as Freddie was now completely glued to the expectant mother’s side ever since they left the clinic. He was quietly fixated on the sonogram photograph, which he hadn’t stopped looking at since the technician gave it to him. He held it in one hand, while the other gently rested on Nadia’s tummy, his thumb slowly and absentmindedly fanning the spot below her belly button. If he was previously in disbelief that his daughter was growing in there, he was even more now. Jim looked at the two of them in awe, knowing how excited and over the moon his husband was. He knew that Freddie would be the perfect father, no matter how much he vocally doubted it during late nights after drinking a little too much. This would be something that would completely change his current lifestyle, but he gradually seemed to welcome it with open arms. After all, he finally found the love of his life, and was convinced they could get through anything as long as they were together.

Amongst this scene was a calm silence, with only the sounds of the limo driving through the old Bavarian cobblestone streets, the driver trying not to cause any feelings of turbulence for the passengers behind the partition. This silence was broken when Nadia gently sighed and rested her head on Freddie’s shoulder, causing him to chuckle and bring her in closer, his hand still protectively on her belly with no plans of letting go anytime soon. In a rather bold but not unwelcome gesture, he lowered his head as best as he could so that he could gently press his face into her bump and started quietly speaking to his daughter; Something he started doing shortly before he left for Munich but hadn’t done again until now, 

“Your Papa and I can’t wait to meet you, sweet girl. I already love you so much.” 

Nadia looked down at him in awe and added in, 

“Happy Birthday, dear Freddie.” to which he smiled and sat up, gazing lovingly at his dear friend, and then at Jim.

“This is undoubtedly the best gift I have ever received.”

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[bangtan-spells]

Seokjin Scenario: Undercover.

Request: A Modern Royal AU where Jin is a prince who's secretly enrolled at your college. Y/n finds out about his secret by accident and is forced to be a slave/assistant just to make sure y/n doesn't rat out on him. Y/n hates Jins cold personality but later finds out its just a front and he's actually a warm person but you can't fall in love with him. Jin tries to distance himself from you too due to his status but is drawn to your clumsiness and weird antics and falls in love with you as well. A fluffy cute ending would be nice but maybe a little drama concerning about the difference between y/n and Jins status would be nice. 

Genre: Fluff / Romance

-So, how did you do it? - you looked slyly to Seokjin’s way, the folders between your arms were starting to annoy you and you didn’t like being forced to follow someone around.

-Do what exactly? - he was checking something on his iPad, a boring long piece of absolutely nothing of your business but you could say curiosity was getting the best of you.

-Keep everybody fooled of course - you smirked and he stopped his walk, you were heading to one of the classes you shared, but you were around thirty minutes early so there was no rush. - I mean, how someone like you who clearly stands out managed to keep such a secret because it’s not everyday that you have a prince in flesh and bone going around the…-

You couldn’t finish because Seokjin put his hands over your lips and you lost your balance, tripping back with the surprise and dropping your books and his folders. He caught you before you fell and hushed you.

Seokjin was a lot of things, and beneath that first layer of confidence he sported everywhere, he was nervous, now you recognized the signs of it. He got a little pale each time you threatened to unveil his precious secret, so you did it often if only to put him on edge.

-Remember you shouldn’t be around saying that outloud Y/N-  Could princes whine? you felt like if given the chance, Seokjin would definitely do it. You laughed for the look he was giving you. -Please…- he looked down, and you wondered how someone with his title and power could be so suddenly unsure.

You wouldn’t have said something about him anyway because you admired his will to at least hold onto a little normalcy on his life, after sharing some time with him you understood why he wanted to live the normal university life like anybody else.

Thing was that he was above the average, that the “friends” that followed him around were his bodyguards, that even if he wanted to have a normal life there was so little he could do for it.

-Look if you keep surprising me this way I’ll start dropping everything and I’ll ruin all your paperwork, and if I have to go fetch them again for you or work twice I’ll get mad and you’ll get mad and we’ll all get mad over here little highness- you said with amusement, dropping down to pick the scattered things.

Seokjin did the same, without stopping for a second to think about his surely expensive pants with a smile he wasn’t able to conceal.

-Alright, as long as you don’t keep calling me that -

You giggled, and he did the same. It was moments like these when you forgot you would actually get in a big problem if you ever did something that could harm him, if you dared to say more than you were allowed to because you could forget about the abysm of difference that existed between you, almost.

 What were the odds of you sharing a classroom with a royal? the sole idea sounded ridiculous to you, until you found out who Kim Seokjin really was. That day everything had happened too fast, you had been walking home after classes because you didn’t have enough money for a cab and had lost your transportation card, five blocks away from campus you saw a limo parking in an alleyway, you’d pressed your pace thinking it was something shady, but you had also noticed the little diplomatic flags hanging on each side of the hood, then it was a glimpse of a profile you knew, two more specifically.

The guys laughing by the side of it were your classmates, Seokjin and Namjoon, you just had classes together, you were supposed to keep on walking but you couldn’t force yourself to move, much less when  you heard Namjoon refer to Seokjin as Prince Jin. You would have laughed then if it didn’t sound so serious and respectful, or if Jin hadn’t scolded him lightly and reminded Namjoon of not addressing him with the title outside.

Suddenly, that odd aura of Jin, the different way in which he spoke and carried himself that you couldn’t quite place anywhere weren’t so weird, the signs had been there all this time, there had always been something sort of aristocrat on Seokjin’s ways, cold and unattached and that was the reason why.

You stepped back and tripped, as it mostly happened when you weren’t paying enough attention to your surroundings, everything had gone downhill since then. They had noticed your presence, asked how much you’d heard and you couldn’t have denied it, you were so surprised and Seokjin was so pale there wasn’t doubt.

   -Are you even listening to me? - Jin poked your arm and you came back to your senses, you’d been dozing off while he practiced a speech with you.

-Not even a word - you laughed, Jin sighed and rolled his eyes. -Will you implement slavery when you become king? because that’s what you’re doing to me, forcing me to hear all this-

-I…I try not to think too much of that moment- Seokjin looked at the notes spread on the table,it was true that at first he wanted to keep you close only to watch over you and make sure you didn’t say anything about him but he actually started to like your company.

You messed a lot with him, playing pranks, saying odd things and treating him as your equal despite knowing what you did and he loved it, it felt great, it made Jin feel the sort of liberty he was craving. Not many people were as natural with him as you were, not many would trip on their own steps and then blame him for it, or steal his coffee, or call him nicknames just to laugh of them, but you did. You were unique, clumsy, straightforward and lovely all the same, he felt things when he was around you and he knew he shouldn’t, he had duties,responsibilities to focus on instead of thinking how pretty your lips were or how your hands should felt as smooth as they looked, so he gathered all of his things in a heartbeat and left from the library while you only looked surprised at him with those alluring eyes of yours.

   Seokjin tried to keep his distance for the following week, telling himself that what he was feeling for you was just a crush and he thought you would be glad for that because you were always saying all the things you would be doing if you weren’t with him, so he was surprised when you came up to him at the end of one of your classes.

-What’s wrong with you? -

-Excuse me? - he looked surprised at you, your hair was a little all over the place and he felt the need to smooth it out so he fisted his hands.

-I thought we had an agreement... - you crossed your arms but smiled, even if that smile was a little unsure.

Seokjin shook his head and averted his eyes. -You’re free from it, if you want to…- he cleared his throat, sure you would take it, but you shoved him softly on his arm.

-So you aren’t afraid of me going to the news for a juicy payment while I say everything about you now? - you laughed, shrugging. -I think you’re getting comfortable-

Both of you stayed silent, the rest of your classmates had already left and Seokjin’s bodyguards were standing discreetly next to the entrance.

-I wouldn’t, anyway, just so you know… I wouldn’t say anything- you fixed the strap of your backpack on your shoulder and looked at your feet, the shining tip of your flats, feeling your heart racing for no apparent reason besides having Seokjin in front of you again.

You hadn’t wanted to admit it but you missed his company, his odd laughter, his voice and silly humor. You missed hanging around with him, hearing him talking about things you had never heard before or things you didn’t know if only to hear him.

It was stupid and silly the way you craved for him now when you’d hated him at first, when you had thought he was only full of himself and cold, that he didn’t care about anything as long as it didn’t affect him, but Jin was the contrary of all that and that was the Jin you missed, the one who laughed at your weird sense of humor, the one who crouched down with you on the floor to pick all the things you dropped, the one who walked with you to your home even if he could leave on his fancy car and turn his back on you, the Jin who wished you good morning and slipped fancy snacks and souvenirs on your backpack.

He fixed his eyes on yours nodding softly and you had to take a step back because you wanted to touch him, to hug him, but he was too much for you, too much of all the things you were not.

-Thank you Y/N - he smiled and you couldn’t help but doing the same.-I know we didn’t start with the right foot but I’m grateful for you-

-Don’t say that…- you bit your lower lip and then Jin’s arms were surrounding you in a hug. He enveloped you, resting his head against the side of yours for just a few seconds, but the touch and the contact felt much longer. You didn’t know what you wanted most, if his hug lasting longer, or he retreating faster, the only thing you knew was that you enjoyed it more than you should.

-You’re a great girl, you know that?-

You nodded, inhaling his essence, felt him laugh under his breath and then Jin was stepping away to leave.

  The end of the semester was right around the corner, maybe quicker than you expected it because you had been too focused on Jin, on that weird friendship you had going on, sometimes it felt like there was more to it, that he looked at you different, sometimes he seemed right about to tell you something and then he never did, so you started to believe that you were just seeing things on your own, that the only only wishing for something more was you.

You had to understand that you belonged to different worlds, that Jin had a steady and sure future while you were just you, a complete different world from his. You often daydreamed about him but you wouldn’t dare tell anyone.

-Of all the universities you could have gone, why did you chose this one Jin?- you were sitting on the grass near the science building, munching on cookies and cheap soda, Jin had actually been the one proposing it with such a delighted face you couldn’t have said no. Your professor had announced at last minute that he couldn’t attend the lesson so you were free for the rest for the afternoon.

Seokjin laughed and took a bite from his cookie.

-Because you’re here- His response took you aback, you stayed silent for so long that Jin turned to look at you with the smile fading, and you were sure you had to be all shades of red right there. - Y/N?-

-Ha ha, very funny - you forced a smile, wishing to not want so hard that to be true, call it destiny or whatever but Seokjin could have gone anywhere and he was right there, on the same place than you. -Maybe princes shouldn’t enroll in common universities-

-Why so? -

-Because then common silly girls can fall for them- this time it was Jin the one staying silent, then he smiled and looked down.

-Good thing you aren’t neither silly or common, so you’re safe from falling for every prince charm I could have, right?- his voice sounded strained somehow and he clenched his teeth.

-Yeah…- you said on automatic, but then fisted your hands and took a deep breath. -well in fact… perhaps not...- Jin looked at you curiously and you felt the color increasing on your face, why were you unable to stay shut like a normal person? -Perhaps I’m more common than you think, perhaps my silly levels are so great you haven’t noticed, perhaps I’m… a common silly girl-

The silence between you hovered for far too long, Jin only observed you undecipherable, smiled sideways in that form you cherished, reached tentatively for your hand over the grass and leaned forward to catch your lips in a soft kiss.

It was light and feathery, almost asking for permission or some form of recognition until you pressed your own lips back against his, and the only thing you could think apart from Jin’s lips was why if he was so different and unreachable for you, he was right there kissing you and not someone else? why did it felt so great if it was so forbidden?

When you parted, his eyes were fixed on yours, his thumb caressed lightly the back of your hand and the smiled was back on his lips. -Perhaps you’re just you, Y/N, and I like you-

[kingsofchaos]

If you wanted to i'd love to see Gav using his charm and wiles to get the others lads out of trouble somehow, maybe flirting them out of some kind of mess or something?

Michael and Jeremy have been dealingwith a particularly unpleasant crew, forced into a fake civility every coupleof weeks when they go together to collect shipments or demand payments. It’sthe sort of thing Gavin would normally be involved with, at least in the earlydays of establishing a relationship, but no one really wants him near this oneat all; the crew in question is incredibly unstable, more mercenaries in anever-shifting arrangement than anything like the close-knit loyalty of theFAHC, and their leader is absolutely the worst of them. Some smarmy bastardwith a stupid name neither Jeremy nor Michael deign to remember – Taylor orTristen or Troy – he’s always intentionally rude, stopping just shy of openlymocking the Fake’s with an arrogance that even his own people seem to despise.Itwould be so much easier to just kill him and move on but no matter how muchMichael and Jeremy argue Geoff won’t have it. Something about relations, how forall Toby(?) is an asshole he’s got enough power, a nasty enough crew, that it’ssmarter to just wait them out for now, get whatever they can out of them beforeit all goes south. Which is easy enough to say when Geoff’s got very little todo with them, but nonetheless Michael and Jeremy suck it up, go to everydealing with clenched teeth and itchy trigger fingers, and life goes on.After one such meeting, maybe threemonths after this unwilling relationship began, Michael and Jeremy drive out tomeet Gavin for drinks, Jeremy tuning out as Michael rants the whole way to thebar because all he wants is a beer or twelve, wanted to just go to their normaldive but Gavin had insisted on coming out to this fancy yuppie shithole. It’s stillfull of crooks but mostly the rich, stuck-up variety instead of honest thugs, thekind of place that likely only stocks pretentious brews, but Gavin offered topay so here they were.Gavin’s already there when they arrive,leaning carelessly against the bar, all fake flirty smiles and inviting anglesas he holds court, surrounded by half a dozen admirers - though two inparticular seem to be jockeying for his attention. Thing One had just turned togrowl something at Thing Two when Gavin notices his Lads coming through thedoor, lazy showman grin brightening into something more genuine as he shakesoff his fans and flounces over. The group is less than pleased, more than onethrowing absolutely filthy looks that have Michael sneering nastily back whileJeremy not-so-innocently flexes beside him, neither making any effort to hidetheir weapons and quickly sending the one idiot who tried to follow into a hastyretreat. Gavin just laughs, grabs a tray of beers before towing his boys backtowards a booth.That should really be that, except apparentlyGavin’s not quite finished with whatever game he’s playing. It’s clear his focusis still on Thing’s One and Two rather than the conversation happening aroundhim; he asks all the right questions, hums sympathetically in all the rightplaces, but nothing gives away Gavin’s drifting interests quite as much as thepalpable feeling of having his undivided attention.  Michael asks, Gavin ignores him in favour of throwingan all too familiar smile towards the bar, and Jeremy groans, thunking his headagainst the table and wishing he’d just gone home.It’s not genuine interest, there’snothing honest in the way Gavin’s eyes narrow, nothing sweet in the sharpnessof his grin, which is just as well really because Gavin certainly knows how topick them. Thing One is gorgeous in a poisonous kind of way, tight blackclothes and blood red lips only accentuated by the wicked looking scar curvingacross her cheek. Thing Two isn’t quite so put together but is no lessimposing, big and blonde and definitely armed.They both tracked Gavin’s movementacross the room like starving dogs, sneering and snapping at one another asthey turn back to their place at the bar where they’d obviously been sittingtogether before Gavin stuck his big nose between them. Jeremy and Michael tosseach other a glance, long suffering but confident; it wouldn’t be pretty butpresuming it was two on two they could take them. That’s the grim reality ofdrinking with Gavin when he’s in one of these moods; there’s no saying there willbe a fight, but you’ve always got to be ready for the moment he tires ofcivilised society and pushes someone into violence just because he can.And Gavin is definitely in a mood, openlyplaying the two against each other every time he passes on his way to the bar;brushing against one, flashing her a secret little smile, only to make eyes atthe other on his way back, the man half rising from his stool as Gavin laughsand trots back to the booth. When Thing One ducks into the bathroom Gavinsteals her seat, leans right into Two’s space and orders them each three shotsbefore slinking off again. When Thing Two walks off to answer his phone Gavin’sback to buy One a drink, something straight and dark and far more impressivethan his own neon cocktail.So goes the rest of the hour; it’s blindinglyobvious by now, at least to anyone on the outside, that Gavin is drivingheadfirst into one hell of a fight with no sign of hitting the breaks. Hisadmirers are getting steadily drunker, louder and nastier with one another asthey try to compete, and Gavin just keeps throwing fuel on the fire.It finally comes to a head when, on yetanother bar run, Gavin brushes past them both and zeroes in on a third man who’d just arrived, abandoningcoy touches and heated looks for his thickest accent and most charming smile. Thethree at the bar clearly knew one another, the Things had been friendly enough whengreeting the third, but the longer Gavin stands there chattering away thecooler their interactions become, shoulders growing stiff and tight as fistsclench and voices rise.Seemingly oblivious Gavin keeps stirringthe pot, whispering something to one, winking at another, brushing off someone’sreaching hand only to skate fingers down the other’s arm, until eventually hetosses his head and stalks off in a huff, triumphant little smirk sneakingacross his face as an all-out fight breaks out behind him.Michael, who’d been growing snippier andsnippier all night, is fed up with pandering to Gavin’s nonsense when he andJeremy actually had to work today. He gets himself going on tirade about justwanting to drink and forget the assholes Geoff has them dealing with, not watchGavin flutter his eyes at idiots and destroy their friendships for his own sickamusement. Jeremy tries to agree wholeheartedly but Gavin interrupts him withan exaggerated pout that quickly bubbles into laughter as he croons back, asinfuriating as ever, aw Bois, don’t I alwaysdo right by you?Timing as spot on as always Michael doesn’teven get to snap a reply before an almighty crash has the three of themspinning around just in time to see Mystery Man #3 tripping over the flooredbar stool, turning just far enough in their direction to reveal himself as noneother than Todd (Tommy? Theo?). He’s reaching into his jacket in a way that hashalf the bar twitching towards their own holsters but its already over, Thing Twograbbing at his arms while Thing One ducks in from behind, rapid jerky motionof her arm unmistakable as she makes good use of a knife.There’s shouting now, people moving inevery direction as even the bartenders pull out weapons but Michael and Jeremyjust turn back to Gavin, eerily synchronized in their surprise, and Gavinsmiles. Climbs to his feet and buttons his jacket as casual as you please, all C’mon lads it’s getting a bit too loud inhere innit? Like the bane of their last few months isn’t bleeding out onthe floor, like Jeremy isn’t still open mouthed in shock, like Michael isn’t chokingback laughter all vicious and brilliant, adoring affection so familiar on his grinningface.Tomorrow Geoff will get a phone call.Will hear that Travis was taken out in some kind of scuffle, died slow andbloody in a bar just outside the city. He’ll hear that it was an inside job,some escalation of a drunken argument between Travis’ people, that their wholecrew is in uproar and already splintering apart, not much of a threat to anyonebesides each other. Geoff will know that despite their desire Michael andJeremy couldn’t have had anything to do with it, death witnessed by far toomany to be a frame-up, will know that even Gavin, who’d been sniffing aroundthe deal ever since his precious Lads started complaining, can’t possibly haveforced Travis’ crewmates to kill him. And yet, tomorrowGeoff will glare at the three flopped all over his couch, faux surprise at thenews doing nothing to hide the way they’re as unapologetically self-satisfiedas overgrown cats, and will know with the absolute surety of any harried parentthat somehow, in some way, this mess was absolutely their fault.For now, though, three friends spill laughingout of the bar, hopped up on petty vengeance and unmatched camaraderie, on thesweet victory of their chosen reality; the night is young, the city is theirs,and the Lad’s remain untouchable.