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the-wales-5 · 2 years ago

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"Miscommunication"

15th December 2022.

It was supposed to be a nice day for Catherine and her family but instead of feeling happy, she was frustrated more than ever. Her brother-in-law, someone who a few years before considered her to be his "sister he never had" was now criticising her official role and personality in a Netflix documentary.

In different circumstances, she would not let it affect her. Now though she spent the morning sipping coffee and trying not to show her real emotions to William. Her husband felt similar emotions and was irritated & angry. Despite that, he knew that releasing official statements would not be useful, especially right before Christmas time.

"Papa, is everything okay?" George asked as he entered the kitchen and noticed his father's facial expression

"Yes, I am fine. Do you have everything ready for today's lessons?"

"Yes and Charlotte is ready too. I was helping her with homework yesterday when mummy was decorating Christmas trees at Westminster Abbey"

"I cannot wait to see these Christmas trees!" Charlotte said when she joined her dad and brother

"Only a few hours left, Lottie" Catherine kissed her daughter on the cheek "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes. Although I couldn't sleep for long because of my excitement, you know? I am counting down the hours even!"

Louis joined his family and was rather confused by his sister's words.

"Where are you going, Charlotte? Are you counting down the hours to what?"

"Mummy's concert. Together At Christmas"

"May I go there too?" Louis pouted

"No, LouLou. Maybe next year. Not now yet"

Catherine fixed his hair and forced herself to smile.

After the children left for school, William wanted to talk with his wife about that Netflix documentary and their thoughts. He could read her mind and see that she, just like he, undoubtedly was fed up with that constant drama coming from the pair of Montecito

"Let me prepare clothes for myself for this evening" were the only words he heard back from her after he attempted to start a conversation.

"You are doing that again. You are avoiding me, neglecting our chance to talk things through. We shouldn't be doing that, it only damages our relationship, Catherine".

Her eyes were focused on clothes she kept in a wardrobe. At last, her husband shouted without holding himself back:

"STOP THIS IDIOTIC SITUATION, FOR GOD'S SAKE!"

Catherine barely looked at him and chuckled with sorrow before turning away her head once again.

His wife was finishing the last makeup lines on her face. William wanted to apologise, to reconcile with her before the Christmas concert.

"Stop it. I'll be late" she said after he touched her arm

"We need to talk"

"Not now" she rolled her eyes "I have to go to Westminster Abbey, to greet everyone there"

"We could go all together

"George and Charlotte might get bored soon"

"They were attending this kind of engagements before, weren't they?"

"Indeed, but--..' she stopped and looked at her reflection in the mirror

"But what? Tell me, Catherine"

"I'd rather go there alone first" she said as she looked at him with sharp eyes "Are you satisfied with the answer?'

"So now you are ignoring not only me but George and Lottie too?"

"It doesn't mean I ignore them. They still need to finish their homework. After all, it's a school day tomorrow. Remember about the most simple things before making such big and unreasonable statements. One thing you've done today is unreasonable enough".

Those were Catherine's last words before leaving the bathroom and he knew what she meant. His and his father's equerries were to accompany her this evening. Similar situation to the one after 'that' interview, for Prince Philip's funeral when William's equerry accompanied his wife. For her, those decisions were unnecessary.

He heard her saying 'see you later' to their older children and 'warning' Charlotte so as to not let Orla jump at her after she wore her red coat. And she left. He watched through the window as she greeted her official assistant with a warm smile and got up into the car.

She indeed was happy. Happy to be back at Westminster Abbey in such beautiful circumstances, with the snow covering the trees around it. There she met her husband's and father in law's equaries. At that moment she thought that, perhaps, it was not a bad decision on her husband's part anymore. She went inside the Abbey to greet the guests and could notice the Middleton family too.

William, George and his sister arrived there less than an hour later. Catherine decided to go outside to see them. Shortly afterwards, they were sitting inside and Princess Charlotte was excited to hear a mention of Paddington Bear. During this evening Catherine looked in her husband's direction only once. When they were back home, she was the one to try to talk again but now it was William who seemed to feel irritated and avoided her completely. She tried once more, after their children were asleep.

"Don't you think a conversation between us is necessary?" Catherine said in a cold voice

"I have been trying to begin it earlier. You refused. Now if you'll excuse me, I will go to the bathroom. It's been a long, tiring day" .

"Yes. You are right" Catherine murmured and closed her eyes.

They fell asleep without saying "good night" to one another. Unusual and hurtful situation.

"We can't go on like this forever" Catherine said finally, in the afternoon, hours after their last conversation.

"What do you mean?' William scoffed

"Your stubbornness to communicate with me"

"You have started it yourself"

"Yes, and I regret it" Catherine sighed and looked at him. "I'm sorry. We should have had a conversation about everything yesterday, about that documentary and our feelings"

'We should have but you rejected my attempt to do that, Catherine"

"I know but it's Christmas time soon and it's unnecessary to fight over these things"

"Are we fighting? Am I fighting with you?" William asked and chuckled with sorrow just like his wife did the day before. "They did it again. Again, they insulted your role in that shitty documentary and yet there's nothing I can do. It's okay though" he scoffed "Really. It's fine, I am used to doing nothing to protect you"

"You do everything you can, and besides, I don't care about their words or what videos they use to push their narrative"

"I know you do care. You're just hiding your feelings to protect me, aren't you?"

Catherine was silent now.

"See? I am right" he said and got up from the sofa

"Where are you going?" His wife asked

"My therapy session will start in 20 minutes, I better go there now"

"I'm going with you. We have to talk about it together. You cannot avoid me. We're a team, remember?"

William looked at her and left the room. She followed him, grabbed his arm and looked into his eyes, her husband shrugged off and wanted to say something but right then they noticed George and pretended to behave as if nothing happened. Catherine went to the garden to play with Orla, and her husband to his office where he waited for his therapist.

Despite her hopes, The Princess of Wales was not able to focus on playing with her dog. After less than 30 minutes, she threw a ball for Orla for the last time and went back to the house, wanting to interrupt her husband's therapy session, to join him there and listen to his words and to try to solve their problems with sincere conversations later in the day.

"And she is stubborn. She does not understand that I want to do something else to protect her, not only sending my equerry to accompany her when there's danger around us. She is worrying about everything that happens. I could see yesterday how annoyed and frustrated she felt. This year we suffered enough and yet instead of supporting each other, we're arguing now at the end of it"

"Why are you arguing?" His therapist asked

"I guess we both are tired of all those changes that happened. In the summer, we both were fine when it comes to official and private lives, to our mental health too. My wife was the happiest when I surprised her with our move to Adelaide cottage. You see, it was her dream to live in a place like this, close to Berkshire and her parents' house.

Our children have started a new school. And right when we thought that everything was going to be fine, one phone call on the following day ruined it…"

"You mean the death of.."

"Yes, the death of my grandmother. The change of titles, of our lives forever. I've always been frightened at the thought of that moment. For years. I know it would've been easier without the constant drama within my family. I am pretty sure this book aims to attack my wife. I am simply failing to protect her. Again..".

Right when she heard those words, Catherine decided to leave the house. She was running. Almost fell down the stairs but she didn't pay attention to that. All she could feel was hurt. Her heart was breaking to know that her husband was once again blaming himself over something that was not his fault. There also was frustration in her caused by the fact that William didn't want to share anything and was avoiding her instead.

As she sat down on the sofa in the living room, Orla joined her again. The Princess petted her fur and asked through tears:

"Do you want to go on a trip somewhere?".

Orla looked at her and whimpered.

She travelled to the Adelaide cottage. When she finally stood in one of the rooms, she shouted: "I NEVER NEEDED THIS HOUSE! I NEVER NEEDED YOUR SACRIFICE! WHY ARE YOU TORTURING YOURSELF FOR MY SAKE?!" .

She broke down crying as she sat down on the floor.

Her husband was still at Kensington Palace, he left his office and said goodbye to his therapist. After he entered the living room and did not see his wife there, the prince of Wales started to feel concerned.

He tried to phone her four times but she declined those attempts. The fifth time was successful, Catherine picked up but only to tell him "I am staying at Adelaide cottage. Do not come here. Tell the children not to worry. I'll be back home by the morning". She did not want to hear what he had to say or to questions full of confusion and simply ended the call which was followed by switching the phone off.

Her eyes were puffy and red now. She hated that she rejected her husband. All she needed were his strong arms around her waist and his words full of support she knew she would receive in every possible situation. Yet, she decided to stay only with her dog at her, once, 'dream house'.

William was obliged to tell George, Charlotte and Louis about their mother's "urgent visit" in Berkshire so as to relieve their anxiety over not seeing their mum upon their return from school that afternoon and for the rest of the day. In the evening, the kids were talking with her over the phone. Catherine, surprisingly for herself, lied to them about the reason for her 'escape' very well.

"Won’t you talk with me as well? This is ridiculous and you know that, Kate"

"You know what else is ridiculous?" She asked but stopped herself at the last moment and hung up again. Then, filled the bowl with food for her dog and went to bed. She correctly assumed that William didn't sleep throughout the night, just like she did not.

He knew every thought she had on her mind, so now he was aware that she in fact lied about coming home the next morning.

In the very early morning, William along with his three kids, travelled to see his wife in Adelaide cottage.

She opened the door when it was 7 AM.

"What--.. what are you doing here?" She murmured

"Surprise, mummy!" Charlotte screamed happily and hugged Catherine. Then the 7-year old frowned though "You told us you were in Berkshire".

"That's because I was there to help your grandmother before Christmas. But I came here later, you know?"

Charlotte nodded and with Louis they slowly went towards her room in Adelaide cottage. The younger siblings still felt really sleepy because their father woke them all up an hour before.

"George, join them please" William told his son and then looked at Catherine. She asked with narrowed eyes:

"What's that supposed to mean? You brought kids here in the morning without a phone call earlier?

"You wouldn't pick up the call from me, Catherine"

"Of course, I would! What are you even talking about? By the way, can't you see they are sleep-deprived and most likely think I lied about the destination where I am!"

"This is because you are stubborn and you escaped"

"I escaped? Seriously?" She scoffed and added: "William, you are the one who is escaping from me, pretending to protect me. I can see it and yesterday I could hear you telling that to your therapist"

"You--.. you've heard everything?" William was speechless now and just stared at his wife's face. She nodded and looked away.

"Kate.. I am sorry for saying that you are stubborn and for what they continue to do"

"You are sorry only for this? Not for avoiding me? Not for this fatal miscommunication between us which you caused? Do you really think I care about them so much? I already told you I don't but still you think I am stubborn. I would do everything to make you feel better, just like you would do for me!" She said louder and tried not to show her real feelings again.

"Hsshh.." William said as he approached her

"Yes, I know. The kids are sleeping. I should've not shouting like this in the morning"

"No" William said and put his index finger on her lips, caressing them "Don't say anything now. I was stubborn and stupid and I regret it like never before. Believe me that I just want to make you feel better and--"

"Stop. You're blaming yourself again, and you are again forgetting about yourself, your own feelings" she said in a cold voice and stepped back "Go to sleep just like our kids. You must feel sleepy too"

"Catherine.."

"No. Let's not talk about it now"

"So when?"

"I do not know. Go to sleep" Catherine murmured

"Fine.." her husband nodded and looked at her face once again, he hoped she would change her behaviour after a few seconds but that did not happen. Instead, Kate passed him by and walked to the room where Louis was sleeping.

The Prince of Wales went to the bedroom where Orla was. He weakly smiled and lay down next to his dog. "Good morning, Orla" he said and petted his dog "I hope your mummy was sleeping throughout the night. I hope you looked after her well. Continue, until she lets me do that".

William, Catherine and their three children left Adelaide cottage in the afternoon. All this time the prince tried to talk with his wife. She was resistant though and ignored him again.

Upon coming back home, she kissed him on the cheek and quietly said "I forgive you. Just don't hide anything from me anymore". Cold in comparison to their other reconciliations. He didn't know if reconciliation was actually Catherine's aim or if she just wanted to show children that their relationship is fine again because they all seemed to worry about it earlier.

He wanted to ask why her reaction was so weird but she quickly followed Louis who wanted to go play in his room.

"Are we reconciled?" He asked when they were both in the bathroom and Catherine was combing her hair

"Yes, why wouldn't we? I told you I forgive you"

"Yes, indeed but we did not talk about it further and-"

"Do we need to? We are both 40 years old"

"This is odd behaviour still, Catherine. Normally, we would have a sincere conversation after your apology" He gently grabbed her hand "We are a team, remember?" .

Catherine shivered. Those were the same words she spoke to him a few days before.

She opened her mouth so as to say something but looked away once again. William caressed her back and whispered her name. "We both made mistakes. A sincere conversation is needed".

"What about reconciling with a kiss?" Catherine whispered and put her lips close to her husband's but he held her arms, stopping her.

"No, Kate" he sighed

"Why?" She murmured and looked at him with sharp eyes

"You know why" .

Catherine nodded and lay down on the bed, away from her husband.

Almost all of their conversations until Christmas were either full of tension or Catherine's neglect. On December 24th, they arrived at Sandringham and, once again, were pretending to behave as if their situation was normal. They usually were doing that for Charlotte, Louis and George, but now also for the rest of the family members. To show unity during the first Christmas after William's grandmother's death.

In their room, after The Princess of Wales took a shower and checked if her and children's clothes for the following day were ready, she covered herself with a duvet.

"Kate.. Look at me. Let us talk finally, it's Christmas" William said

"Does it change something?" She scoffed.

William sighed and went to the other side of the room. His frustration was very visible.

"This is getting more than stupid, Catherine!

You ignore me for no reason now. Is it just because I rejected your kiss and wanted a sincere conversation?!"

'What if I am not ready for that conversation?!" She asked "What if I am tired of everything just like you are, as you admitted to your therapist and not to me?!"

"This is reasonably clear to me that we both are tired. What I don't understand is your…" he sighed

"Stubbornness?" Catherine chuckled with sorrow "Say it. Say that word that links each of our conversations recently! SAY IT!"

William looked at his wife's reflection in the mirror in front of him and shook his head.

"I am not going to say it. You said it yourself".

25th December 2022.

"Happy Christmas" were words that echoed around Sandringham in the morning. Two people, though, did not say that to one another. They simply focused on their children and preparations to leave for the church.

"Have you exchanged gifts with papa, mummy?" Louis asked when they were on the way out of the castle.

"We have exchanged gifts" William replied instead, looked at Catherine and at last spotted that she was wearing those new earrings he gifted her.

She indeed wore new earrings that she earlier found on the table next to the bed with a card: "Merry Xmas. W". Simple short note, not the little bit longer that would end with "I love you, W". She didn't deserve to get one like that after all.

Not after all those circumstances that occurred between them beforehand. And she knew that. She knew that no matter what her husband was hiding, it was her fault they were having constant arguments. He was right from the very beginning. One sincere conversation on December 15th would, at least partly, solve their problems. There was no need for frequent fights. She rejected his request to talk ten days before, then she escaped and distanced herself, putting blame onto everyone else, but herself. Now she has realised it all. This and one more thing - that made her feel embarrassed like never before. There was no gift for him. She hasn't bought him anything for Christmas, for the time he loved the most in the entire year.

Those were the only thoughts inside her mind while attending the Church service, and after it. She controlled it upon meeting well-wishers with her children but once she returned to her room in the afternoon minutes before watching the first official Christmas speech from King Charles III, she sat down on the bed and cursed "I'm such an idiot. Who cares if I was angry or was completely ignoring him? On no account, I should not have forgotten about a Christmas gift!" . As quick as she could, she had written a text message to Pippa.

"Everyone got their presents from me but not him. You know we were fighting but don't you think I should've put that aside and buy him something? He had done that. I failed. What should I do? Squeak".

George knocked on the door, interrupting her process of writing and overthinking.

"Mum, are you going downstairs? It's time to watch the annual message" he said and approached his mum

"Yes, give me a second" she nodded and fixed her hair a little bit

"You look beautiful, come on" .

Catherine smiled at her 'little man' and together they walked to the living room where all the family members, including her husband, waited. She sat down between her children but still she looked at William from a distance, not sure if he would notice that.

Silence filled the room when Charles's speech broadcast had finished. Everyone was rather speechless and lost in thoughts how many things changed in this family over the last year, especially William though.

His wife, under the pretext of going to the bathroom, decided to check her phone, to see if her sister responded to her text message: "A conversation, one to talk things through finally. Other gifts, in your current situation, seem pointless."

Catherine sighed, lots of new doubts covered her mind.

"I cannot. It is too difficult. What if it will only make our situation worse?"

"It is better to try, don't you think?" was her sister's new reply.

"Okay. Thank you. Happy X-mas. C ♡" .

After seeing her sister's advice but knowing the outcome of other conversations with William, the princess of Wales could think of only one possible solution.

She came back to the living room as if nothing happened a few minutes later and continued to have fun with her children, and after tucking them in bed, also had discussion with her in-laws about past Christmases at Sandringham of which she was not a part yet. It was past 11 PM when everyone left the living room.

Everyone apart from one person. The Prince of Wales was still sitting on the sofa, staring at an envelope that his wife 'accidentally' put in front of him upon leaving the room.

He didn't know what to expect from it, yet he opened it, and read:

"William,

I realise now that we should've talked, and explain many things to one another. Not today, not yesterday but ten days ago. On December 15th. You wanted it. Deep inside, so did I. Yet, I decided to neglect you and make you feel miserable for 10 days straight. Moreover, you did not get a real Christmas gift from me because of that. I would say 'I'm sorry', or many other things, but it is not enough. And it is too late for conversation, at least for me it is late. I came way too far with my 'stubbornness', you must admit. This is why I was afraid that having a conversation would only make things worse. For the first time, I was afraid of a conversation with you, and this is the exact reason why you are reading this letter. You wanted to know what I felt right after 'their' Netflix documentary was released - I was frustrated, hence why I reacted the way I did before the "Together At Christmas'' concert. What were my feelings? Frustration and sadness. I still could not believe that he has changed so much, but mostly I felt heartbroken for you. I could see in your eyes that you were angry. I let my own feelings overshadow yours. A day later - I heard your conversation with your therapist - it had broken my heart into pieces that you feel like you're failing me. You never did that. Believe me. How could you even think that? Let alone telling that to someone? It is strange to know that you think of me as a, (well, we adore this word recently don't we?) stubborn person. I admit - I can be that at times but only if you are overprotective towards me OR if you are avoiding your own feelings, hiding from me even though "we are a team" and this is exactly what you've been doing for the last ten days, William. But I made you do that. It is only my fault and my mistake. Just one mistake of many I made over the last two weeks.I escaped and that only worsened our situation as we were separated even if I have 'forgiven' you, or I wanted to but couldn't do it properly. Together, we can fight against everyone and everything that comes at us, including 'their' comments and all kinds of changes that come with your life. Eleven years ago, I vowed to be by your side through it all, and I meant it. Do not let my frustration / 'stubbornness' lead you into thinking that something in me changed. I will never let those bad things take control of my mind ever again. I will simply support you through everything, as much as I can. I love you, William. Please, remember that you are the most important person in my life. Happy Christmas♡

Catherine .

William read this letter two times before putting it back into its envelope and came to his and Catherine's room.

She was sitting on the bed, watching one of Christmas movies on the TV & trying not to show signs of anxiety she felt.

Her husband came closer to her and put that envelope in her cold hands

"I forgive you everything. Everything that happened is only my fault and MY stubbornness, not yours. You wrote that your feelings overshadowed mine, but the truth is that we both made too many mistakes within those ten days, but it is enough of that. And your letter, in fact, is enough of an apology for me. You do not need to say anything else now, my wife. For the last 11 years you proved to me that you are ready for everything, you know that it still amazes me though?" He smiled and finally looked into her green, now tearful, eyes.

She wanted to say something but was not able to do that. Her voice was cracking. William pulled her closer, into a warm hug and again kept the envelope with her letter in one hand while holding Catherine's small & cold hand in the other.

"Do not say that you haven't given me any Christmas gift if you've taken time to write this"

"But this is just a piece of paper" Catherine shook her head and closed her eyes, trying to calm down and breathe in her husband's scent.

"You have said exactly the same thing about your sketch of St. Andrews. Yet, I still keep it.

'Meaningful' is what I call everything you write or create, my wife. So this letter you've written is also meaningful, but now it also becomes my Christmas gift of 2022".

"Are you kidding me?" Catherine whispered and smiled a little at last

"No. Tell me something now: did you like your Christmas gift?"

"Yes, I did. But now that we reconciled I want to have something else as a Christmas gift" she smiled through tears.

William stared at her for a second before softly kissing her on the lips. "Is that what you mean as 'something else', my wife?"

"Yes and no" she teased.

He sighed and was about to giggle when his wife pressed her lips on his and said "Happy Christmas, my William" between their kisses.

After a few more kisses, he held her into his arms and was looking deeply into her eyes "I love you. Happy Christmas, my wife".

< THE END > 🎄

Special thanks: @royalknightwalker :)

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wprincejinniew · 2 years ago

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But Do I Look Like Your Mommy? Ryujin x Idol Reader

MASTERLISTS

What happens when you go to a Itzy concert and the camera catches you saying something that got your and Itzy fandom wild.

M/1 and M/2 and means member 1 and member 2, you're in a three member group. M/1 is maknae and M/2 is the leader you're the fotg

Warnings: Swearing, I have never been to a concert so i'm sorry if i get stuff wrong ,bad grammar, Pretty short i think

Genre: angst to fluff

You and your group were sitting and waving to midzys as you guys waited for the concert to start you guys started waving your light ring around. After a bit the concert started as they were singing their newest album Cheshire which your group started dancing a bit, after that boys like you started playing and you were so excited you practically jumped out of your seat

"'Cause you're crying like a baby, but do I look like your mommy?" As so as Ryujin sang that line you shouted

' YES MOMMY RYUJIN!' Your members pulled you down to your seat.

'WHAT THE HELL Y/N YOUR GAY IS SHOWING TO MUCH!' M/1 whispered yelled.

'Yeah you need to calm down what if someone hears you' M/2 worryingly assumed .

'Don't worry no one could hear me it's super loud here.'You reassured them.

Later that night you were in your dorm room scrolling on tik tok when you see your name trending on twitter.

"(group name) Y/N confessing to Ryujin?" showing a video of earlier that day of you saying ' YES MOMMY RYUJIN!' As you went to see what the comments had to say, half positive and half negative

"Yasssss Y/N join the club!🥳"

"Why in the world would Y/N do that Ryujin is literally 21 and Y/N is like (age) that is just gross.🤬"

"Mommy Ryujin x Y/N kinda see it tho.😍"

"If I was Ryujin I would be so disgusted🤮."

You were in shock you swear you didn't see any cameras.What would Ryujin think would she be disgusted in you.You were in deep thought until M/1 barged into your room dragging M/2

'Y/N you done fucked up.' M/1 stated

'Hey! don't say that, Y/N are you okay?'M/2 questioned

'What if she hates me for that,what if i get kicked out of the group, what if (fandom) hates me to.' You said on the verge of tears.The other members knew you liked Ryujin for a long time.

'Don't worry i talked to the manger and they say that you can make a vlive to clear it up and if She and (fandom) hate you which is not likely fuck them there not your real friends we are.' M/2 declared

'Yeah fuck'em we are together threw thick and thin.'M/1 agreed

'Thanks guys you're the best.' You said while hugging them.

'Well you better get that vlive started bye.'As they left.You went to your desk and started the vlive and people were bombarding you with questions about it.

'So I'm guessing you all know about the mommy thing I am really sorry if I hurt anyone but I was just trying to let loose and have some fun. I hope you understand.'You tried your best not to cry.You made the vlive a Q and A. You ended the live.

Your group just performed and now watching Twice performance,You were looking for water but bumped into the one and only Ryujin.

'Oh i'm sorry I wasn't looking at where I was going' you apologized

'it's fine I was actually looking for you.'Ryujin smiled

'Um why may I ask' You mouthed

'Look Y/N I liked you for a while and I was wondering if you would like to go on a date?' Ryujin revealed

'YES I mean yes' You stuttered

'Okay can i get your phone so i can put my number in it' Ryujin asked

'Sure!' You responded and gave her your phone. She put her number and put her contact name and gave you back the phone.

'Bye Y/N' Ryujin gave you a kiss on the cheek and left.You were stunned but smiled and looked down at your phone and what you saw almost made you faint.

New contact: Mommy 😘.

(AHHHH I finally finished my first fic i' m so tired but i still need to do my other fic the new maknae hoped you liked it,I'm probably going to cringe my self when i read this when i post it anywayzz Byeeeeeeeeee)

#itzy cheshire #itzy midzy #jyp itzy #ryujin #itzy yuna #lia itzy #x reader #kpop #chaeryeong #shin ryujin #yeji aesthetic #itzy ryujin #itzy imagines #my first post

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mintychocolate04 · 2 years ago

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First meeting with the Prince of the School.

(not malleus)

Genre: school life

Pairing: Yuuna x (female)Y/N

hope y'all enjoy this story i made, i just randomly thought of this so yeah-.

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Y/N has arrived at the Night Raven College.

Meeting alot of people at her first day, she enjoy being with them, she met Ace who teases her for a min and later on Ace help her tour around the campus, Deuce was also there.

Y/N was very hyped on her new school, after first time seeing many intriguing things.

She got close with Ace and Deuce and Grim too.

Today. Her second day begins.

Female Y/N

Dormitory: Ramshackle

School year: 1st year

{after classes, lunch break happens}

Ace yawned. “ God...i thought i was gonna die, cause of boredom ”

Deuce was beside him with Grim and Y/N. “ Your thoughts is always a game and you dont cooperate to the lesson ”

“ That's not true ” Ace pout.

“ Let's just forget the Lesson's, Its already Lunch time! I wonder what is the menu today~ ” Grim wondered.

Y/N giggled, and went back look straight again. While they continue heading to the cafeteria, some of girls blocking the cafeteria, and some other girls are still running toward to cafeteria.

“ What the hell...is going on there- ” Ace got curious.

“ It's probably the "Prince of The School" ” Grim said those with a bored face.

“Prince of The School?” Y/N thoughts.

“ Matsubara isn't it?” Deuce speaks.

“ Who? ” Y/N questioned

“ Ahh We had a 2nd year here who has a handsome face and ofc lot of girls fell inlove with them ” Deuce speaks.

“ oh... so they are not from a Royalty? ” Y/N questioned.

“ Yeah, The Real prince here is Malleus, Matsubara was just called prince due her handsome face and she once do a acting and her role was a prince.” Deuce answered.

“ Pretty people ehh -.- ” said by grim.

“ I see^^||...” After Y/N said that, the girls starts to shout and running. Y/N got pushed with the girls running and she was bragged too.

“ Y- Y/N!?! ” Ace, Deuce and Grim got worried.

“ W-woah-!?! calm down everyone!?” Y/N starts swirling around until she fell.

“ Ouch ;-; ” Y/N thoughts.

“ Excuse me, are you alright? ” said by someone who's standing infront of her, and raised their hand to help Y/N to get up.

“ Oh, Yes im alright, although it hurts a litt-” When Y/N raised her head, her words got cut off, after seeing the person that the girls crazy for.

“ Is that so^^||, I sincerely apologize for what i caused you and got injured in this way, just tell me if there's anything i can do with it.” said by The Prince of the school.

“ Woah, He's incredible Handsome!, No wonder why girls are crazy about him!” Y/N got embarrassed and got blushed about it, she looks down “Huh?” she saw something.

“ Skirts ._.?... Wait-!? THIS HANDSOME PRINCE IS A GIRL!?! ” She got confused in her thoughts.

“ Y/N ARE YOU ALRIGHT!” Ace and Deuce trying to barged in.

Deuce and Ace manage to get in meanwhile grim was just floating.

Deuce noticed Y/N got hurt a lil, and narrowed his eyes to Matsubara. “ Matsubara Yuuna, would you mind, Not bringing your Outsiders fan in our Campus, they keep doing a trouble here. ” said by Deuce.

“ Hmmm~ I wouldn't expect Deuce-chan would get mad about this, it's my first time seeing you getting mad at my admires. ” Yuuna said it with a Smile.

“ HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU, THAT OUTSIDERS AREN'T ALLOWED HERE! ” Shouted by Vargas, and running towards to the girls, The girls starts running away also.

“ Finally, they are gone, they're here as if they were gonna watch a concert ” Said by Ace.

“ Indeed...now Y/N let us go-.... Y/N? ” Said bu Deuce and Got worried she disappeared with Yuuna.

⊹₊┈ㆍ┈ㆍ┈ㆍ✿ㆍ┈ㆍ┈ㆍ┈₊⊹

Getting close with the Prince.

[ At the Infirmary ]

“ What...just happened ” Y/N thoughts.

“ So does it still hurt? just tell me.” Said by Yuuna.

“... This handsome girl carried me like a princess even tho im heavy, now she's treating me.” Y/N thoughts.

Yuuna tilted her head “ ? ”.

“ ah... thank you, for bringing me here, but if you mind, can i call you Matsubara-senpai? ” Said by Y/N

“ Sure ” Yuuna agreed with a smile.“ Feel free to call me anything, i would appreciate it ” said by Yuuna.

“ Matsubara-senpai, are you not friends with Deuce?” asked by Y/N.

“ Hmm? why would you think something like that? ” Yuuna said.

“ Well Deuce san seems to hated you ” said by Y/N.

“ oh that, nah we're not^^ He's just like that when im surrounded by my admires. ” said by Yuuna.

“ It's that so^^.” Said by Y/N

Yuuna stared at Y/N, and Y/N got confused, Yuuna leaned her face to Y/N and said “ I thought im pretty famous around girls. ” yuuna said it after leaning to Y/N's face.

Y/N got flattered and blushed. both of them stared at each others until Deuce barged and slams the door.

“ Matsubara ⁠╬ ” said by Deuce.

“ Deuce- chan :D. ” said by Yuuna.

Deuce goes towards to them and hits Yuuna's head.

“ You... Stop messing around will you?! and can you not flirt to our new student ╬” said by Deuce.

“ Im not flirting with her, i treated her little wounds (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠) ” said by yuuna with a big dumpling in her head.

Ace sighed. “ Are you alright Y/N? ” asked by Ace.

“ yes im ok..but are they ok being like that-” asked by Y/N.

“ ahh yeah, Deuce and the others always beat Matsubara's guts. ” Said by Ace.

“ i see^^|| ” said by Y/N.

“ Maybe being close with Matsubara senpai isn't bad.” Y/N said, while starring at Yuuna.

“ She's indeed handsome... feels unrealistic.”

*✧˚. ❃ ˊ- ’*•.¸♡ To be continued♡¸.•*‘˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡ꕥ✿

I'll continue this cringe story i made, if i thought of something good so i'll try my best to make this story good and yeah that's all have a good day ^v^.

❥ ҉ ༄ Here's Y/N x Yuuna's pic

#twst ocs #twisted wonderland ocs #yuu_na #yuuna x y/n #ace_trapolla #deuce_spade #grim #ashton_vargas

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svt-luna · 4 months ago

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hi! i really adore each member’s dynamic with luna 🫶 can i request for a chapter where the group’s over protectiveness comes to action when it comes to luna? it can be any member you prefer. thank you!

(pls keep on writing i really love ur blog 🤗)

ʚིᵋ ⋆ All EYES ON HER: SEVENTEEN’S ULTIMATE PROTECTIVE MOMENTS ࣪ ! ˓ ౨ৎ ࣪˖ ─── now playing…

synopsis: A compilation on the countless times the members have fiercely protected Luna, proving that anyone who messes with her has an entire team to answer to.

hello!! I apologize for taking so long with this request, it took a long time for me to get to it but finally, it’s here now. you didn’t specify what kind I should do, so I decided on a youtube compilation instead, I hope you don’t mind! happy reading, my loves 🤍💛

╰ ౨ৎ LUNA-VERSE MASTERLIST ╰ ౨ৎ youtube compilations

[added captions are in brackets] ღ

bold dialogues are spoken in english ღ

indented italics are additional voice overs ღ

Ah yes, folks, welcome to this episode of ‘How SEVENTEEN is Basically Luna’s Private Army at This Point.’

I mean, if you didn’t already know, our girl Luna isn’t just the 14th member of SEVENTEEN— no, no, she’s also the epitome of princess treatment.

Miss thing, is protected by her 13 bodyguards… I mean, bandmates.

I cannot stress this enough… the amount of times these guys circle around her like she’s made of glass is honestly a whole genre of content at this point.

You’d think they signed a secret contract that says, ‘Thou shalt not let Luna so much as trip on a pebble or breathe near a stalker without at least five of us nose-diving in front of her.’

I’m starting to think they all have a group chat where their one goal is: ‘Keep Luna safe. At all costs.’ I mean, the devotion is real, people.

Anyway, buckle up because we’re diving into SEVENTEEN’s ultimate protective moments over the years. From stage accidents to creepy fan encounters— these boys do it all. *swoons*

So grab your popcorn, maybe a tissue, and get ready to witness Luna being treated like the literal K-pop princess that she is.

LUNA’S AIRPORT SASAENG INCIDENT

I feel like this video itself just shows you how much the members are super protective of Luna.

On a side note, y’all weirdos really need to leave them the fuck alone

The airport was abuzz with the usual energy that seemed to follow SEVENTEEN everywhere they went. Fans had gathered on the other side of the barricades, screaming, phones flashing, as they tried to capture every moment of the members’ journey to the gate.

It was early— too early for most of the members to be anything but a little groggy. They had a long flight ahead to Seattle for their ‘Be the Sun’ tour concert, and it showed in the occasional yawn, tired smiles, and slow movements as they waited in line to enter their gate.

Luna stood in the middle of the line, nestled between Wonwoo, who was in front of her, and Seungcheol, who lingered protectively behind.

[In just a few seconds you guys would see how Choi Seungcheol became my bias]

[on a side note… look how hot he looks 😩 DADDY!]

Luna was chatting quietly with Wonwoo about the new show she was watching late last night, her voice calm as she ran through the reason why she got zero sleep.

Everything felt routine.

The members bowed and waved occasionally to the fans and cameras across the barricades, but it was all in the usual ebb and flow of their lives on tour. There was nothing unusual about the morning, just the soft hum of their conversations and the distant screams of their loyal Carats.

[I love how they still try their best to greet Carats despite being so tired 🥹]

And then it happened.

In the middle of her sentence, Luna was cut off by the sound of a man’s voice— a deep, rough yell from somewhere beyond the barricade. He was shouting her name, which wasn’t entirely strange. Fans often called out to her, but there was something different in the way this man shouted. It wasn’t the excited, breathless tone of a fan. It was urgent, desperate, and far too aggressive.

[guys I’m being so fr rn, this clip till this day pisses me the fuck off]

Before Luna or anyone else could process what was happening, there was a sudden movement from their side.

Out of nowhere, the man broke past security and somehow made it too close, far closer than any fan should’ve been allowed. He wasn’t behind the barricades anymore— he was there, within arm’s reach of the members.

[LOOK AT THIS FUCKING BUM]

[If I see him istg it’s on sight]

[I didn’t bother blurring his face cause… why should I?!]

The air around them shifted, the fans behind the barricades screaming in shock, but it was too late. Luna didn’t have time to turn and see him before she felt it.

A tight grip suddenly clamped down on her right arm.

It was jarring, a harsh pull that yanked her back, shocking her out of the moment. The man— eyes wild and frantic— was tugging her towards him, shouting about how much he loved her. “Luna, Jiyeon-ah! You don’t understand, I love you! I’m in love with you! I need you to know! I’m obsessed with you!”

[yeah we can tell, loser]

Luna’s breath hitched in her throat. The world around her blurred as the fans screamed louder, their voices tinged with panic. For a split second, her brain froze, and she couldn’t fully process what was happening. The man’s hand was too tight, too rough, and before she could pull away, she felt herself being dragged towards him.

[look at her face, motherfucker! look at how scared she looks]

[TWICE HER SIZE AND HE FUCKING YANKS HER]

But then, in an instant, everything shifted again.

Before Luna could even react, she felt a firm grip around her waist— a strong, grounding force pulling her back from the man’s grasp.

[IT’S THE SPEED!! IT WAS THE WAY HE REACTED!!]

[CHEOLIE’S REFLEXES ARE NEXT LEVEL]

[🫠🫠🫠]

Seungcheol, who had been just behind her, moved like a flash, his expression steely as his arm looped securely around her. His fingers pressed tightly against her waist, holding her in place, but his other hand wasn’t idle. With a swift, practiced motion, Seungcheol reached out and grabbed the man’s arm, yanking it away from Luna with more strength than the man had anticipated.

“Let go.” Seungcheol’s voice was firm, sharp with authority but calm, almost dangerously calm, as he shoved the man’s hand off her with little effort.

[GOODBYE WORLD]

[I– no words… there are no words]

[Honestly, if I were that sasaeng, I’d just tell my heart to stop right then and there]

[Choi Seungcheol is scary wbk]

At the same time, Wonwoo had spun around, his eyes dark with alarm. His hand immediately found Luna’s, grasping her left hand firmly as he pulled her back to safety, away from the chaos. The sudden switch from casual conversation to this whirlwind of confusion sent a surge of adrenaline through him. His usually stoic face was a mixture of concern and anger as he held Luna’s hand tighter, making sure she wasn’t being pulled any further.

[brb I’m gonna cry]

[Wonwoo was holding onto her for dear life]

The sasaeng stumbled backward as Seungcheol released him, but it wasn’t over yet.

The moment Seungcheol tore the man’s hand off Luna’s arm, the rest of the members immediately closed in, surrounding her like a protective shield.

[They look so worried 🥺]

[Jiyeon is so loved]

Security finally rushed in, grabbing the man and pulling him away from the members, the fans still screaming in horror and disbelief at what had just unfolded.

[Also what took y’all so fucking long 😠]

Seungcheol barely had time to check her well-being before he was pushed back into action, taking control of the situation as the leader.

As the fans continued to scream in both shock and confusion, Jeonghan was by Luna’s side in an instant, his face painted with worry. His hand hovered near her shoulder as he looked her over, asking softly, “Are you okay?” before Mingyu stepped up beside him, eyes scanning her for any sign of distress.

“I’m okay,” Luna nodded as she shook caressed the now red flesh of her right arm.

[MY PRONOUNS ARE J.E.O.N.G.N.A RAHHHH]

The members formed a tight circle around her, creating a barrier between Luna and the crowd as they took turns asking her if she was alright. Jeonghan, Mingyu, Seungkwan, Dino, Wonwoo, and Dokyeom stood close, their faces unusually serious, while Minghao, Joshua, and Vernon kept a vigilant eye on the situation, making sure no one else could get close. Even Woozi, Jun, and Hoshi, who had been half-asleep just moments ago, were now alert and focused, standing protectively near her.

[they baracaded her real fast]

[THIS IS HOW THE SECRET SERVICE REACTS WHEN THERE IS A THREAT TO THE FUCKING PRESIDENT]

[WE LOVE TO SEE IT]

Luna, is still in shock. Her heart pounded in her chest, her mind still trying to catch up with what had just happened. The touch of the man’s rough hand still lingered on her skin, but the warmth and safety of her members anchored her in the present, pulling her out of the chaos and fear.

Meanwhile, off to the side, fans caught a glimpse of Seungcheol in full leader mode, visibly angry as he appeared to scold their security team.

[HE IS SO FUCKING HOT FOR THIS 🥵]

[THIS👏 MAN 👏 DOESN’T 👏 PLAY 👏 WHEN 👏 IT 👏 COMES 👏 TO 👏 HIS 👏 MEMBERS]

Seungcheol’s body language was sharp and commanding, hands gesturing firmly as he instructed them on how to handle the situation. No one could hear exactly what he was saying, but it was clear from his tone and expression that he was furious. His jaw clenched, his eyes steely, he pointed toward the barricades and the area where the man had broken through, making sure there would be no more mistakes.

[blah, blah, blah, proper name, place name…]

[What I’d give to hear what he’s saying rn]

Fans watching from the other side couldn’t help but be struck by how protective and authoritative he was, silently appreciating the way SEVENTEEN took care of their own.

Once all that was taken care of, Seungcheol finally turned back and glanced down at Luna, his voice now softer but still firm. “You okay?” His eyes scanned her for any signs of distress or injury as he gently caressed her arm, his brows furrowed with concern.

[WHERE DO YOU GET A MAN LIKE THIS?!]

[I’m in love with him it’s not funny anymore 😔]

Luna nodded slowly, though her heart was still racing. “I’m okay, Cheollie… thank you,” she managed to whisper, her voice shaky but steadying.

“Thank you, Wonwoo oppa,” Luna turned to the man next to her who gave her a silent not, clearly still disturbed.

But Seungcheol wasn’t fully convinced she was fine… none of the members did. They could tell from how she twisted the rings on her fingers.

Seungcheol placed his arm around her shoulders, keeping her close as they moved forward, ensuring she was safe and that the man was well out of reach. Meanwhile, the rest of the members hovered around her. Jeonghan was beside her, now holding her hand, his grip tight and his presence still solid and reassuring.

[HAVE I MENTIONED I LOVE JEONGNA]

[the way Cheol and Han kept holding her till they entered their gate 🥹]

The fans, who had just witnessed the entire event, were still in a state of shock, but now their screams had shifted. Instead of panic, there were chants of Luna’s name, filled with concern and admiration for how the members especially Seungcheol and Wonwoo had handled the situation.

It was only then, as the adrenaline began to fade, that Luna realized just how much she had been relying on them. Without them, without their quick thinking and protective instincts, she didn’t want to think about what could’ve happened.

‘FEAR’ WARDROBE MALFUNCTION IN JAPAN

The concert in Japan was in full swing, the arena lights flashing to the heavy beat of SEVENTEEN’s ‘Fear’ as they performed for thousands of cheering fans.

[Another one of my favorite clips, ladies and gentlemen]

The energy in the air was electric, the members synchronized perfectly with their intense choreography and sharp vocals. Luna was in the center of the stage, dressed in a sleek black attire that matched the rest of the members— black leather pants that accentuated her legs accompanied by a black sleeveless top with a zipper running down the back.

[MOM LOOKS HOT BTW 🥵]

The moment was flawless— until it wasn’t.

In the midst of a spin, as she did the choreography with the rest of the members, Luna felt the distinct sensation of her zipper giving way.

A chill ran down her spine as the entire back of her top unzipped, fully exposing her skin. Her black top was now hanging loose, barely held together by the fabric at the front.

But Luna, ever the professional, didn’t miss a beat. Her face remained fierce and intense, completely matching the dark, brooding mood of the song. Not a flicker of panic crossed her expression as she continued to sing, her voice steady, her movements sharp. Her body flowed with the choreography as if nothing was wrong, even though her mind was racing.

[her top was literally hanging by a thread]

[I don’t know how she does it. I would have panicked]

[It’s a good thing the zipper was at her back 🫥]

Some of the members noticed almost immediately. Being behind her in the formation, they had a clear view of her exposed back. Hoshi, who was a few steps to the side, caught a glimpse of her loose top during a turn, his eyes widening slightly in realization— however, he was a few steps too far to do anything about it.

Just as they transitioned to another part of the routine, Luna shifted her glance to the side and locked eyes with Dokyeom, who was right behind her. His eyes were filled with concern, his expression subtle but clear— her back was fully exposed, and they needed to fix it.

Luna, ever so composed, gave him a single, almost imperceptible nod. The kind of nod only someone who knew her well could catch. It was all she needed to convey her understanding.

[Again, it amazes me how fast they pulled this off]

[it took me like five times to understand how DK did it]

[Watch Dokyeomie closely]

Dokyeom, without hesitation, stepped into action while maintaining the choreography flawlessly. As they moved through the next steps, their bodies swayed and spun in perfect sync with the music, but every move was calculated.

Luna, still dancing and keeping her facial expression strong, swept her long hair from the back to the front in one fluid motion, letting it cascade over her shoulder. She exposed her bare back fully to Dokyeom, who was quick to react.

[HOT 🥵 HOT 🥵 HOT 🥵]

[maybe that’s why it’s so hard to catch DK zipping her up… Jiyeonie is too distracting]

With the precision and speed that only a professional dancer could pull off, Dokyeom zipped up the back of her top as if it were part of the routine. His fingers worked fast, pulling the zipper up in one smooth, swift motion while simultaneously stepping to the side, his feet moving in perfect time with the beat.

To any fan watching from the crowd, it would have looked like just another part of the choreography, so seamless was their execution. Luna barely flinched, continuing to sing with full power, her movements never faltering as she danced across the stage. The members around them barely blinked; they had seen what happened and knew the situation was under control.

[LIKE— WHAT?!]

[one minute her back was fully exposed and the next no skin at all!!?]

[THAT’S TALENT RIGHT THERE 👏👏👏]

The arena was still filled with flashing lights and screaming fans, but among them, some of the more eagle-eyed fans caught the moment on their phones. Every angle of the stage showed Dokyeom's swift actions and Luna's incredible poise. Twitter was already lighting up with comments about how professional they were.

As the final chorus hit, Luna and Dokyeom made eye contact once more. Luna, still keeping in character, mouthed a soft, “Thank you,” barely visible to the cameras, but enough for Dokyeom to see. He gave her a quick wink and a nod, his lips curling up into a small, reassuring smile before they both turned their attention back to the performance, moving seamlessly into the final formation.

[I want to be so good at something that I am this casual on stage]

From that point forward, no one would have guessed anything had gone wrong. The performance continued flawlessly, but fans watching from the crowd and at home couldn't help but be amazed at how fast and professional they both were. It was a moment of pure teamwork, a quiet display of trust and coordination between members that reminded everyone just how close SEVENTEEN really was—onstage and off.

THE BLANKET BLOCK ™

Now, let me introduce to you ‘The Infamous Blocks’. There are three in total— ‘The Blanket’, ‘The Body’, and ‘The Bear’. I might sound like I am joking but I’m being so serious…

Lets start with the ‘Blanket Block’

The night was electric with excitement, the air buzzing with anticipation as fans lined the barricades of the red carpet at MAMA 2017 in Japan. The event was one of the most awaited of the year, and the energy surrounding the venue was palpable. Cameras flashed wildly, fans screamed with glee, and a sea of lightsticks waved as the SEVENTEEN van rolled to a slow stop at the edge of the carpet. The sleek black vehicle gleamed under the lights as if announcing the arrival of something grand. One by one, the members began to step out.

First came S.Coups, stepping confidently onto the red carpet, his sharp black suit catching the light just right. The fans erupted in cheers, phones already out and recording as each member made their way down the line. Mingyu followed, waving briefly to the crowd, and then Seungkwan, whose grin brightened as he acknowledged the fans’ excitement. Each member received their share of attention, but it wasn’t just for the boys the crowd was waiting.

[they looked too good to be true this night]

Inside the van, Luna sat, fixing her dress, her hands smoothing over the soft fabric nervously. She knew the moment she stepped out, all eyes would be on her. But more than the eyes, it was the cameras. The predatory gleam of lenses ready to snap her from every angle made her feel vulnerable, and exposed. Tonight, she was wearing an elegant, sleek black dress— classy but form-fitting— and she knew the moment she stepped out, the cameras wouldn’t be kind if they caught anything inappropriate.

Jeonghan, who had just stepped out of the van, paused at the door and leaned back inside. His pink hair gleamed under the overhead lights, but his gaze was focused entirely on Luna, not the crowd.

He noticed her slight hesitation and saw the way her hands twitched with uncertainty as she adjusted her dress. He leaned in closer, his voice soft and comforting, though the words were lost to the flashing lights and the fans’ endless chants. Whatever he said, it calmed her enough for her to take a deep breath and prepare to step out.

[I WANT TO KNOW WHAT HE SAID TO HER]

[I’m desperate, please]

But before she could fully exit the van, Jeonghan reached inside and swiftly grabbed a dark blanket that had been folded near the seats. With a smooth, practiced motion, he unfolded it and held it open in front of the door, shielding Luna from the prying eyes and flashing cameras that would’ve otherwise had a clear view of her legs and dress as she maneuvered out of the car.

[GOODBYE WORLD PT. 2]

[YOON JEONGHAN IS THE STANDARD]

He didn’t rush her, didn’t make a big deal of it; his movements were calm, unbothered as if this were second nature to him. The blanket draped in his hands, blocking the lower part of her from view.

[I WANT HIM]

[LORD HE’S PERFECT IN EVERY WAY POSSIBLE]

Luna, catching the gesture, couldn’t help but feel a wave of warmth and gratitude. Her face softened as she adjusted her dress under the cover of the blanket. She took a moment to gather herself, making sure every inch of fabric was in place, every crease smoothed out.

She met Jeonghan’s eyes for a brief second, and the silent exchange between them said more than words could have. A nod of reassurance. A small, grateful smile.

[she just swooned… don’t at me]

Jeonghan, still holding the blanket like a shield, waited for her signal. Only when Luna gave him the okay— a subtle but confident nod— did he let the blanket drop.

[HE– I– can’t. I need him in my life]

In a smooth motion, he tossed it back inside the van and extended his hand to her. Luna stepped out gracefully, her confidence restored as her feet touched the ground. The cameras immediately went into overdrive, capturing every inch of her, but Jeonghan remained beside her, his hand still on hers, helping her as they moved forward together.

[MOM AND DAD ARE SO FUCKING HOT]

[CAN I BE THE THIRD IN THIS RELATIONSHIP?!]

[please, I’m begging… I can be a pet… I can bark]

The cheers from the crowd doubled as Luna appeared. The fans, who had been screaming the members’ names, now turned their attention to the only female member of SEVENTEEN, and the energy shifted.

But Jeonghan never let go of her hand, guiding her with a quiet but firm presence. He knew how these events worked, how easily one wrong angle could lead to unnecessary scrutiny. And so, even as they posed together on the red carpet, his body was angled ever so slightly in her favor, offering her the subtle kind of protection that no one would notice but her.

[😩😩😩😩]

[look at them]

The fans closest to the barricades noticed it, though. They had seen the entire interaction, from the way Jeonghan covered her with the blanket to the way he never once let her fend for herself. And it didn’t go unnoticed how he tossed the blanket away only once he was certain she was completely comfortable. Luna's smile was as radiant as ever, but beneath it was the comfort of knowing that, even in a sea of flashing lights and camera lenses, someone always had her back.

[ICONIC. SIMPLY ICONIC.]

[one of the most iconic Jeongna moments]

THE BODY BLOCK ™

Next is my favorite out of the three… the ‘Body Block’

The night sky over Seoul was illuminated by the flashing lights of countless cameras, the red carpet stretching out like a sea of glamour and anticipation. It was the Cartier event of 2022, an evening that promised to bring together the city's most elegant and well-known figures.

Among them were Luna and Mingyu, two of Cartier’s most prominent models and brand ambassadors. Their presence alone was enough to send a ripple of excitement through the crowd, but the fact that they both wore red, in perfectly coordinated outfits, had the press buzzing.

[RED IS THEIR COLOR]

[I’m sorry– they looks so hot and intimidating]

Luna stepped out first, her heels clicking softly against the smooth surface of the red carpet. She was the embodiment of grace, her tall, slender frame draped in a stunning, floor-length red dress.

The dress was an exquisite piece— a bold, deep crimson that shimmered under the camera lights. It was strapless on one side, while the other featured a delicate, thin strap that wrapped over her shoulder, highlighting the gentle curve of her collarbone. The material clung to her figure in all the right ways, its fabric flowing down to her feet like liquid silk, pooling elegantly around her ankles. A daring slit along one side revealed a hint of her leg as she moved, but it was done tastefully, maintaining an air of sophistication and class.

[I WAS DROOLING WHEN I SAW HER]

[she doesn’t look real 😭]

[like– I’m convinced she’s a hologram]

Mingyu followed closely behind her, equally striking in his tailored red suit. The suit jacket was perfectly fitted to his broad shoulders, the crimson fabric complementing the sharp black of his shirt underneath.

[DOUBLE KILL]

[I AM SORRY— sir?!]

[I am loyal to Seungcheol… am I?]

Together, they made a captivating pair, their outfits harmonizing in a way that felt almost intentional, like they were meant to stand side by side on this particular night.

As they posed for the cameras, the flashes were relentless, a barrage of light capturing their every move. Luna stood tall, her chin slightly raised, one hand placed elegantly on her hip while her other arm hung loosely at her side. Beside her, Mingyu struck his own pose, the definition of cool confidence, his dark eyes locking with the cameras as they both stood center stage, an image of luxury and refinement.

[They’d be so hot together… I didn’t say that 😀]

And then it happened— so quickly that it could have been missed by anyone not paying attention. As Luna shifted her weight, turning her body slightly to change her angle, one of the thin straps of her dress slipped from her shoulder. The movement was subtle, barely noticeable at first, but as the strap fell, it revealed the bare skin of her shoulder.

[EVEN HER SHOULDER LOOKS PRETTIER THAN ME]

[DOES THAT MAKE SENSE!??]

Luna’s eyes flickered downward for a moment, a small crease of surprise appearing on her otherwise composed face.

Without missing a beat, she calmly reached up and tugged the strap back into place, her fingers grazing the cool fabric as she pulled it back over her shoulder. Her expression remained neutral, her movements composed— professional, as always. But Mingyu had seen it. The moment the strap fell, his attention snapped to her, eyes narrowing with concern for a fraction of a second.

[I’m convince every single member has spidey senses when it comes to her]

In a split-second decision, Mingyu moved. He stepped directly in front of Luna, his tall frame blocking her from the cameras with an easy, natural movement. His back was now facing the cameras, shielding her from their view as she adjusted the strap. His broad shoulders and the crimson jacket became a makeshift curtain, offering her privacy in an instant.

[🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️]

[LORD IT’S ME AGAIN]

[JEHUENDUWGYWGEJIWUDGUWBWKAIYWGUWB]

Luna looked up at him, her fingers still smoothing over the strap of her dress as she finished fixing it. Their eyes met, and for a moment, no words were needed. A small, appreciative smile touched her lips, her eyes softening as she gave him a simple nod of thanks.

Mingyu, always effortlessly cool, returned the gesture with a brief smile of his own, his eyes flickering with a silent understanding. Then, just as smoothly as he had positioned himself in front of her, he moved back to his original spot, turning to face the cameras once more, as if nothing had happened.

[THEY ALWAYS MAKE SURE SHE’S READY BEFORE THEY FUCKING STOP 🥹]

[they are so obedient too]

The photographers continued their frenzy, completely unaware of the quiet, protective exchange that had just taken place between the two. To them, it had been a seamless transition— nothing out of the ordinary. But to those paying close attention, the subtle moment of protection from Mingyu was not only graceful but instinctual, a sign of the quiet care he had for Luna, his fellow ambassador, and friend.

Together, they resumed their poses, their red outfits glowing under the lights, and once again, they became the perfect image of poise and elegance. But those who knew— who saw the quick flash of concern in Mingyu’s eyes and the gratitude in Luna’s smile— recognized the deeper connection between them, one that went beyond their roles on the red carpet.

The event continued, but that brief moment lingered, caught by the lucky fans who were watching closely enough to see the exchange, a testament to the unspoken bond shared by the two.

THE BEAR BLOCK ™

And finally, the ‘Bear Block’

The soft glow of the hotel room’s ambient lighting bathed the cozy space in a warm hue as Minghao and Luna sat side by side on the edge of her bed, engaging with fans in their casual Weverse live. Luna’s hotel room was comfortably minimalistic—soft cream-colored walls, sleek furniture, and the faint scent of lavender wafting through the air from a diffuser on the nightstand. Behind them, a plush teddy bear sat tucked into the pillows, a gift Luna had received from a fan earlier that day, its little beady eyes gleaming under the camera's light.

[IT’S THE OTHER SET OF TWINS OF SEVENTEEN]

[the 97 line twins]

It was a typical live stream for the two— comfortable and relaxed. Luna, in her soft oversized hoodie, was leaning back against the bedpost while Minghao, dressed in his usual stylish yet casual attire, lounged next to her. Their conversation flowed naturally as they laughed and answered fans’ questions. Minghao would occasionally break into Chinese, his voice smooth as he spoke in his mother tongue, and Luna, always eager to learn, would repeat his phrases with childlike excitement, though her pronunciation was less polished.

[they are so cute 🥺]

[I love this duo so much]

Minghao chuckled each time she got it wrong, his eyes crinkling in amusement. “No, no, like this,” he’d say, gently correcting her, the fondness in his tone unmistakable. He would then patiently translate the meaning into Korean for her and their fans, smiling as Luna exaggeratedly repeated the words again, determined to get it right.

[I am so soft for them]

The chat was buzzing with messages, and the number of viewers kept rising steadily as more fans joined in, thrilled by the duo’s easy-going dynamic. Luna, always full of energy, glanced at the screen, her sharp eyes catching one of the rapid comments. She leaned forward to get a better look, her long hair cascading down one side of her face as she brought her face closer to her phone.

"Wait, what does this say—" Luna began, her voice trailing off mid-sentence. Just as she was about to read the comment aloud, Minghao, who had been fiddling with the teddy bear on the bed, made a swift movement. In a fraction of a second, without a word, he gently but firmly pressed the soft bear against her chest, covering her entirely from view.

[this cracked me up 😂]

[the fact the Hao just shoved the bear in front of her was just hilarious]

Luna froze for a heartbeat, her eyes widening in surprise as she realized what had just happened. Her body had leaned forward just a little too far, and in her oversized hoodie, there had been a chance she might have inadvertently revealed something on camera that wasn’t meant to be seen. Minghao, with his ever-watchful eye and sharp instincts, had noticed it instantly.

[Hao really said: “not on my watch.” 🧸]

Her breath hitched for a moment as she glanced at him, her face a mix of shock and silent gratitude. Minghao, his expression calm and collected, simply nodded at her in a way that conveyed everything without words. He didn’t make a big deal of it; his actions were smooth and almost invisible to the casual observer. His nod was one of quiet understanding, a signal that she didn’t need to worry— he had her back.

[He’s also so fucking hot, lawd]

Luna’s heart swelled with appreciation, but she played it cool. With a soft exhale, she shot him a small, grateful smile. “Thank you,” she muttered under her breath, barely audible but enough for Minghao to hear.

He gave a subtle smile in return, his eyes crinkling slightly as he continued to idly hold the bear in place, casually moving it as though it were part of their lighthearted banter.

Luna straightened back up, her posture relaxed once more, and resumed the conversation as if nothing had happened.

Luna’s smile returned as she read through more comments, her face as calm and composed as ever, a professional through and through.

[CUTIESSSSSS 💕💕💕]

They continued answering fan questions as the live stretched on, but the silent gesture lingered in the air like an unspoken promise— proof that, no matter what, Minghao was always watching out for her, and Luna was never truly alone.

LUNA’S TRAINEE STORY IN GAME CATERERS 1-2

“It says here that you are known to cause fights.” PD Na said.

[THIS ENTIRE STORY RIGHT HERE]

The sudden statement caught everyone off guard. The members burst into laughter while Luna sat there, shocked and confused, unsure of how to respond.

“Me?” she asked, pointing to herself, her voice tinged with disbelief. “Fights? Where did you hear that?” She laughed, still trying to process the unexpected accusation.

[She’s just that bitch. She didn’t even know]

PD Na pointed at his paper, a teasing grin on his face. “We did our research. It says here that you caused a lot of fights when you were a trainee.”

A chorus of agreements erupted from the members, with many of them pointing at her and Jeonghan, nodding vigorously.

“That’s right!”

“He’s right!” they echoed, their voices overlapping as they teased her.

"This is amazing," Dokyeom laughed harder.

“What?” Luna turned to look at her members, her confusion deepening as she tried to piece together what they were talking about. "Huh? What are you guys talking about?"

Then her eyes landed on Jeonghan who was already watching her, and it all clicked. The realization dawned on her face, her expression shifting from confusion to understanding, and then to amusement. “Ah,” she laughed, finally catching on.

[SHE TOOK ONE LOOK AT JEONGHAN AND KNEW EXACTLY WHAT THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT]

Jeonghan, always the instigator, just grinned back at her, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

[he’s proud too]

As the memory clicked into place, Luna laughed harder, her laughter bubbling over as she covered her mouth with her hands. “This is amazing,” she marveled, still giggling. “How did you guys find out about that? I had completely forgotten about it.”

PD Na watched her with amusement, leaning forward slightly. “Can you tell us about it?” he asked, clearly intrigued.

Luna glanced at Jeonghan, who nodded in agreement, his smile knowing. She turned back to the group, preparing to recount the story. “It was when I was a trainee, and I was new at ‘PLEDIS’. This happened about five months after I joined,” Luna began, her hands moving animatedly as she spoke. “This one time, I just had the hardest day. The training was intense, I was sick at that time as well, and I remember stressing over my exams because I was still in school.”

Everyone listened carefully, their expressions a mix of curiosity and amusement. Her members, who knew the story well, giggled quietly, already anticipating where it was headed.

Luna continued, “I hadn’t eaten the entire day. I came to the practice room, and I had an apple. Then, one of the trainees came over, and he was teasing me.”

She paused, mimicking the boy’s actions by raising her hand as if holding something up high. “He took my apple, raised it up, and teased me to take it. He kept doing it and wouldn't give it to me up to the point that I just started crying,” Luna admitted, laughing at the memory of her younger, more vulnerable self.

“Aww,” the members and producers chorused, a mixture of sympathy and amusement in their voices.

[THEY ARE SO SOFT FOR HER WTF 🥺]

Luna pressed on, “Then, all of a sudden, Jeonghannie oppa came in.” She placed her hand on Jeonghan’s leg, and though he made no move, he continued listening to her, his smirk growing as he anticipated the end of the story. “He saw me crying, took one look at the apple, and then he went…”

Luna mimicked Jeonghan’s deep, angry voice and stern expression, saying, “‘Give it back'.”

The room exploded into shrieks. The members erupted in howls and laughter, some leaping out of their seats, while others covered their mouths in teasing disbelief. The laughter was contagious, filling the room. Luna and Jeonghan remained seated next to each other, smiling as the room buzzed with the chaotic energy of their shared memories.

[only same reaction]

As the laughter in the room finally began to die down, Luna continued the story, still smiling. “The trainee still wouldn’t give it back and thought Hannie oppa was joking with him,” she said, recalling the moment. “Then he went, ‘I said give it back,’ but the trainee just laughed at him. Oppa was one of the oldest, so it was a bit disrespectful…”

PD Na, fully invested in the story, leaned in slightly. “Then… what did he do?” he asked, his curiosity piqued.

Jeonghan, his voice calm and deep, answered this time, his eyes still carrying that signature droopy look as he smirked lazily. “I cursed him out.”

The casual delivery of his words contrasted with the intensity of the moment, making the members erupt into a chorus of teasing.

"Ooh, he cursed!"

"He really cursed him out!"

"He cursed!" they repeated, pointing at Jeonghan and laughing even harder.

Luna nodded, trying to keep a straight face, before wrapping up the story. "Then after that, we left, and he bought me food."

[out of all the things PLEDIS could’ve fucking released in that training room it could have been this!]

Before PD Na could reply, Seungkwan jumped in with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "There was also this one time. Maybe a year after that incident."

PD Na raised his eyebrows, intrigued. "There's another one?"

Luna, confused, turned to look at Seungkwan, who was seated behind her. "What else is there?" she asked, genuinely puzzled.

[SHE’S LOST]

"It happened a year before we debuted," Seungkwan leaned forward, his voice carrying a nostalgic tone. "Noona is beautiful. She's really beautiful. Even back then when she was younger, she hasn't changed at all. Not once. She looks the exact same. The only thing that changed is her height." He emphasized each word to PD Na, while Luna listened quietly, her members nodding in agreement.

[I AGREE]

"She was an extremely popular trainee," Seungkwan continued. "A lot of boys liked her."

[SAME]

With that, a chorus of agreements spilled from the mouths of the members. "That's true," Mingyu said, nodding along with the others.

[GOOD. SO WE ALL AGREE.]

"There was a time when two trainees were literally arguing about her because they both liked her, and they decided to talk to her about it and make her decide," Seungkwan added, glancing over at Luna with a grin.

"I remember this," S.Coups chuckled, his eyes lighting up with the memory.

Luna’s eyes widened as she finally recalled the story. "Oh, right! Once they saw me, they started arguing in front of me," she nodded, using her hands to illustrate the scene.

[She explained that as if it’s the most normal thing in the world]

"Right. They were literally fighting in front of her," Seungkwan affirmed. "The members present tried to make them stop, but one thing led to another, and they both grabbed Luna by each hand," Seungkwan demonstrated the movement, grabbing Wonwoo’s arm to illustrate the point.

[WHAT I WOULD DO TO SEE THIS]

"Jeonghan… He was the angriest I've ever seen him in my life," Seungkwan said, raising his hand as if swearing to the truth.

[WHAT I WOULD DO TO SEE THIS PT. 2]

Seungkwan then stood up, pulling Wonwoo to his feet to act out the scene. "Jeonghan went up to them and just…" He mimicked Jeonghan’s aggressive stance, facing Wonwoo head-on, his expression fierce.

"Jeonghan had really long hair back then, so it was swaying like this," Seungkwan added, shaking his head from side to side, imitating the way Jeonghan’s hair had moved during the confrontation. "'Let go,'" he said in a deep, angry voice, perfectly mimicking Jeonghan.

[ANGRY JEONGHAN + LONG-HAIRED JEONGHAN = 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️]

Another chorus of amused, teasing "Oohs" erupted from the members, while Luna sat laughing, her shoulders shaking with mirth.

S.Coups, still seated, shook his head with a grin. "I had to get him off. It was the first time I saw Jeonghan angry as well," he confessed, looking at Jeonghan with a mixture of admiration and amusement.

[good lord. PLEDIS RELEASE THE FOOTAGE NOW. I KNOW YOU HAVE IT THERE SOMEWHERE]

PD Na directed his attention to Jeonghan, raising an eyebrow with an amused smile. "It seems like you're involved in a lot of these stories."

[He knows what’s up]

Before Jeonghan could respond, Dokyeom cut in with a knowing grin. "Jeonghan is the most protective of Luna."

[I BEG TO DIFFER BUT ACCURATE]

Luna quickly interjected, shaking her head with a smile. "No, it’s because he was the first person I became friends with when I joined. He was the person I was most comfortable with."

[🥹🥹🥹]

Jeonghan finally spoke up, his tone nonchalant as if the answer was obvious. "How else am I supposed to react during that situation?"

[right. right. right.]

Hoshi chimed in, nodding in agreement. "He’s cool."

"Very cool," Minghao said.

[He’s hot too]

Seungkwan, ever the dramatic one, couldn’t resist adding his flair. "I swear it was like a drama," he said, his voice filled with exaggerated emotion. "It was like you could hear the song play… 'Almost Paradise'…'" He sang the familiar tune, sending the room into another round of laughter.

[YESSSSSSSSSS]

PD Na, still chuckling, looked back at Jeonghan and Luna. "It’s because she’s your best friend. You two are the closest."

Both Luna and Jeonghan nodded, confirming the bond they shared.

"She's like your younger sister," PD Na added thoughtfully.

[sure]

Jeonghan, who had been nodding in agreement, suddenly faltered. "N– y–yes," he stuttered, quickly changing his answer.

[HE AINT SLICK AT ALL]

The subtle exchange of looks between Jeonghan and Luna that followed didn’t go unnoticed. Jeonghan's eyes lingered on her for just a moment, while Luna remained composed, though there was a fleeting glint of something unspoken in her eyes. It was a small, almost imperceptible moment, but the hesitation in Jeonghan’s response added a strange tension to the room that only the members noticed and understood as if there was more to the story than they were letting on.

[CALL ME INSANE BUT THERE WAS SOMETHING THERE]

[THE MEMBERS KNOW TOO]

PD Na, oblivious to the undercurrent, chuckled again. "I never thought you would be the type of person to fight," he remarked to Jeonghan, amused by the contrast between his usual calm demeanor and the stories being told.

The room burst into laughter again, and in perfect sync, both Luna and Jeonghan replied, "You’d think."

[GOD I LOVE THEM]

LUNA’S ALMOST FACE-PLANTING OFF THE STAGE

It was the encore stage of SEVENTEEN’s ‘Be The Sun’ concert in Los Angeles, the never-ending loop of ‘Very Nice’ ringing through the arena as the crowd screamed and chanted along. The energy was electric, and all fourteen members were spread across the stage, bouncing with uncontainable excitement.

[it’s always this song btw]

[shit always happens during this never-ending song]

They’d already run through what seemed like a dozen rounds of the song, yet the adrenaline kept them going, fueled by the roars of the fans.

Luna, like the rest, was in high spirits, hopping from side to side, her voice blending with the sea of cheers as she waved down to the fans in the pit.

[SPIT ON ME– w-what?!]

She had found herself at the very edge of the stage, close enough that she could see the eager faces reaching up toward her, arms outstretched and phones recording every moment. Luna smiled and waved, her fingers making heart signs as she interacted with the fans who screamed her name in delight.

[She’s adorable and hot at the same time]

[like– how does one achieve that skill]

Her hair was slightly damp from all the jumping, and she pushed it out of her face, not noticing the sheen of water accumulating by her feet. The other members had been throwing water bottles into the crowd moments earlier, and the puddles left behind were nearly invisible under the bright concert lights.

In the heat of the moment, Luna took a step forward, her foot catching the slick surface beneath her. Her sneakers slid out from under her, and for a brief, terrifying second, her body lurched forward, dangerously close to toppling off the stage. Her balance was gone, the crowd gasping in unison as they watched her stumble.

[SHE LITERALLY WAS THIS 🤏 CLOSE TO SEEING JESUS]

But before gravity could pull her down, two pairs of hands shot out— firm and fast. Dino, who had been dancing nearby, immediately grabbed her left arm with a firm grip, his reflexes kicking in as he sensed her falling. At the same moment, Vernon, who had been casually walking past on her right, caught her other arm, his hands locking around her elbow with precision. Together, the two maknaes stabilized her, each holding on tightly as she regained her footing.

[THEY BOTH LOOKED EQUALLY TERRIFIED]

[Someone bubble wrap Jiyeonie I’m so serious]

For a moment, everything seemed to pause. The three of them stood frozen, catching their breaths as the arena’s lights flashed around them.

[the way the three of them just froze]

Luna’s heart raced as she realized how close she had been to a disastrous fall, right in front of thousands of fans. She turned to look at Dino and Vernon, their hands still gripping her arms firmly. Their faces mirrored a mixture of concern and relief, and they exchanged a silent understanding in that brief, weighty second.

Luna, her chest heaving, mouthed the words, “Thank you… I almost died,” her eyes wide with mock dramatization.

Her words, though lost in the chaos of the concert, were picked up by eagle-eyed fans close enough to lip-read the exchange. Dino let out a relieved laugh, his lips quirking into a smile, while Vernon gave a subtle nod, eyes flicking toward her with a smirk, as if to say, “Yup, you almost died.”

In the span of a heartbeat, the moment passed. Dino and Vernon released their hold as she straightened herself, shaking off the near-incident. Luna turned back to the audience with a bright grin, as if nothing had happened, raising her arms and encouraging the crowd to scream even louder.

[SHE’S SO UNSERIOUS 😂]

The fans, unaware of just how close she’d been to falling, cheered even harder, oblivious to the small protective moment that had unfolded before their eyes.

As the three continued dancing, the members spread back out across the stage, the concert’s rhythm never missing a beat.

THIS LIVE THAT MAKES MY BLOOD BOIL

Hoshi’s live had started like any other, full of laughter, easy conversation, and the familiar warmth of interacting with fans. As he sat in front of the camera, casually talking about everything from the group’s upcoming schedules to his favorite food that day, the comments section filled with excitement, fans from all over the world typing out their love and admiration for SEVENTEEN's energetic tiger.

[AH YES, ANOTHER CLIP THAT PISSES ME THE FUCK OFF]

But then, the live took an unexpected turn as both Joshua and Luna suddenly appeared on screen. Joshua casually strolled into the room, his ever-present smile lighting up his face as he greeted the viewers. “Hey, everyone!” he said, settling down beside Hoshi.

Luna followed quietly, a soft, polite wave to the camera as she sat next to Joshua. Her presence, while usually met with joy from fans, always came with its fair share of negativity as well, something she’d long since come to terms with as the only female member of SEVENTEEN.

At first, the chat exploded with excitement.

“OMG Joshua!!”

“YAY, Jiyeonie is here too!!”

“Look at these visuals!!!”

But quickly, as always, the tide began to shift. Hidden between the floods of hearts and cheers, darker comments started appearing.

They always did.

“Why is she even here?”

“We only wanted Joshua and Hoshi, not her.”

“She ruins it as always.”

“Please leave, no one wants to see you.”

Luna sat quietly, her eyes flickering over the comments, her usual smile frozen on her face. She had grown used to this, a side effect of being the only girl in a thirteen-member male-dominated group.

[YOU MOTHERFUCKERS BETTER ROT IN HELL]

[look at her face!]

No matter how much love she received, there were always those who couldn't accept her presence.

Over the years, she had developed a thick skin.

She knew she didn’t need to prove herself to anyone, that she was just as much a part of SEVENTEEN as any of the others, but that didn’t make it any less uncomfortable to read such words over and over again. It was as though the hate was a dark cloud that hovered just beyond the warmth of the stage lights, waiting to seep in whenever she let her guard down.

Joshua, sitting next to her, immediately sensed the shift in her demeanor. His sharp eyes noticed how her usual bubbly chatter had quieted down, how she glanced at the screen but didn’t engage as much as she normally would.

[I am just happy she has them 🥺]

[she doesn’t deserve the hate]

Without a word, he gently wrapped an arm around her shoulders, his touch comforting and protective. His gaze met hers in a brief exchange, asking the question without saying a word: Are you okay?

[🥹🥹🥹]

Luna looked up at him and gave a small nod, her lips curving into a soft smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. It wasn’t the hate that bothered her, not anymore— it was how people could hold so much anger and vitriol for someone they didn’t even know. Still, she remained quiet, determined not to let the negative comments ruin the mood of the live.

[BAE JIYEON WE LOVE YOU ALWAYS AND FOREVER 💖💖💖]

But Hoshi, ever the observant one, wasn’t about to let it slide. His bright, playful expression faded as he leaned closer to the camera, his eyes scanning the comments section intently.

[ngl his shift in attitude gave me fucking chills]

[Hoshi really went from 🐹 to🐯]

Luna watched out of the corner of her eye as his fingers moved across the screen, quietly and deliberately reporting the hateful messages one by one. Only she and Joshua could see what he was doing, but fans started speculating in the chat as well, noticing the change in his expression and how his focus shifted from conversation to something else entirely.

[HE REALLY SAID “TRY ME BITCH”]

[he was mass reporting the shit out of them hoes]

Then, after a few moments of silence, Hoshi sat back, his face serious, his usually playful tone replaced with something much firmer, more resolute. His voice carried an edge that left no room for argument, yet he wasn’t aggressive— just calm, measured, and unwavering. He addressed the chat directly, his eyes staring straight into the camera.

[HELP— HE IS GENUINELY TERRIFYING ANGRY]

“If you don’t have anything nice to say, then you should just leave,” Hoshi said, his words clear and firm. “This live is for all of us to have fun and spend time together. I won’t tolerate disrespect toward any of my members. If you don’t like it, that’s fine— but I won’t have people being rude. That’s not what SEVENTEEN is about, and that’s not the kind of fans we want. So if you’re here to spread hate, you’re not welcome.”

[SHIT– I… 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️]

[RAWR! THAT’S THE TIGER IN HIM]

He paused, his expression softening just slightly, but his message was unmistakable. “Let’s all just be kind to each other, okay? That’s the kind of energy we need.”

[AMEN TO THAT!]

[YOU LOSERS HEAR HIM?!]

The chat exploded with a mix of reactions. Supportive fans immediately flooded the comments with love for Luna, agreeing with Hoshi’s words and calling out the haters who had been leaving negative comments. But there were still others who continued to protest, claiming they had a right to their opinions, or that they hadn’t said anything wrong.

Through it all, Luna stayed quiet. She occasionally responded to a few positive comments, forcing a smile here and there, but her heart wasn’t in it. Joshua and Hoshi tried their best to lighten the mood, playfully nudging her to join the conversation, but the damage had already been done— not because she was hurt by the hate, but because it confused her.

How could people carry so much anger, so much spite, for someone they didn’t even know? It was a question she couldn’t answer and one that weighed on her more than the comments themselves.

[she looked sad the entire time]

[I’m so sorry, baby 🥺]

As the live continued, the mood eventually lightened again, thanks to Hoshi’s relentless energy and Joshua’s calm, steady presence. But for Luna, the evening felt a little heavier, her mind drifting back to the reality of her position as SEVENTEEN's only female member. She would never let the hate break her, but it didn’t mean it wasn’t exhausting.

“BAE JIYEON MARRY ME!”

The air was buzzing with excitement inside the venue as fans eagerly waited for the fan sign event to begin. The members of SEVENTEEN sat in a line, comfortably seated behind a long table on the stage, each with their markers in hand, ready to greet their Carats up close. The stage lights cast a soft glow over the group as they casually chatted amongst themselves, waving occasionally to the fans in the audience, who were waiting for their turn.

Luna, seated between Joshua and Minghao, was twirling her marker absentmindedly, her attention drifting between the other members' conversations and the distant murmur of the crowd. The relaxed energy around her was something she always cherished at fan signs— a rare chance to connect with the fans on a more personal level.

[I HAVE SAID IT ONCE AND I’LL SAY IT AGAIN… SHE IS BEAUTIFUL… AND SMOKING HOT 😍🥵]

But just as Luna was about to engage in a conversation with Minghao, a loud, booming voice from the audience broke through the steady hum of the crowd.

“BAE JIYEON, MARRY ME!”

[Honestly… valid]

The sudden, bold declaration reverberated across the room, sending ripples of surprise and laughter through the fans. Luna, completely caught off guard, froze mid-spin, her eyes widening as she looked up toward the sea of fans. Her heart jumped in her chest, not from the proposal itself, but from the unexpected shock of it all.

[She’s adorable]

[She’s also concerned]

A chorus of laughter and amused giggles rose from the audience. Luna, still recovering from the jolt of surprise, reached for the mic in front of her, her lips curving into an amused smile.

She was about to reply, maybe tease the fan back, but before she could even bring the mic to her lips, the response came— not from her, but from the thirteen members seated beside her.

[And there they go…]

A resounding, collective, and very loud “NO!” erupted from her bandmates. The word shot across the room in unison, like a protective shield around her, each member adding their own flair to the rejection.

[THEY CRACK ME TF UP 😂]

Seungcheol was the first to react, playfully crossing his arms over his chest and giving a mock glare toward the fan as he leaned back in his seat. “Absolutely not,” he added, shaking his head as if to cement the point.

Dino and Jun, sitting a few seats down, followed suit, their arms shooting up into the air in exaggerated protest. “No, no, no!” They chanted, shaking their fingers dramatically, their expression both comical and stern.

Hoshi, always one to escalate things, leaned forward in his chair, his voice loud and booming as he pointed into the audience. “You’ve got some nerve!” he said playfully, though his eyes sparkled with mischief. “Jiyeon’s not going anywhere, you hear me?”

The fans roared with laughter, thoroughly entertained by the group’s immediate and united defense. Even Woozi, known for his quieter reactions, shook his head silently, his lips forming a firm, resolute “no” as he glanced down the line at Luna, his protective instincts subtly showing.

Mingyu, seated at the far end, leaned into his mic. “Good try, though,” he deadpanned, earning another round of chuckles from the audience.

[MENACES]

Luna couldn’t help but laugh, her shoulders shaking as the members continued their playful scolding. It was a chaotic chorus of no’s, some loud and exaggerated, others quiet but firm. The overwhelming display of protection from her members warmed her heart, and she could see the amusement spreading among the fans as well.

[JIYEON JUST SAT THERE LIKE: “YUP 😇”]

Even the fan who had shouted the proposal was laughing along, clearly enjoying the playful banter his boldness had sparked.

As the ruckus continued, Luna finally leaned back in her chair, shaking her head with a grin. The mic still rested in her hand, but there wasn’t much for her to say— her bandmates had already spoken loud and clear.

Then, amidst the fading echoes of laughter, Jeonghan, who had remained relatively quiet during the exchange, finally spoke up. His voice was calm and smooth as he brought his mic to his lips, his usual playful smirk replaced with something more composed.

“Sorry, but that question is sensitive for us,” he said nonchalantly, though there was a glint in his eyes that made it clear there was more truth to his words than his tone let on.

[Translation: “Only I get to ask her to marry me.”]

The laughter in the room softened, and for a split second, a quiet fell over the stage as Luna and the rest of the members registered the weight behind Jeonghan’s words. It was a joke, of course, but Luna knew Jeonghan better than most— and she could tell he was serious.

He always was when it came to her.

Luna’s laughter faded into a softer smile, a silent understanding passing between her and Jeonghan as their eyes briefly met across the table. He gave her a small, reassuring nod, and she returned it, appreciating the subtle way he always looked out for her. Even in moments like this, where the line between playfulness and sincerity blurred, Jeonghan’s protectiveness always shone through.

[STOP FLIRTING WITH MOM, DAD!]

The fans, blissfully unaware of the deeper meaning behind his words, erupted into laughter once again, the lighthearted atmosphere quickly returning. Luna, feeling the warmth of her members’ care, picked up the mic at last and shook her head, addressing the original fan who had proposed.

“I think you got your answer,” she said with a teasing smile, the laughter in her voice unmistakable.

[Translation: “Only Yoon Jeonghan gets to marry me.”]

The fans cheered, and the rest of the members continued to playfully banter as the fan sign officially began. But throughout the rest of the event, Luna couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude for the family she had in SEVENTEEN— their protectiveness, their loyalty, and their unwavering support. It wasn’t always easy being the only female member, but in moments like this, she knew she wasn’t alone.

And there you have it, folks! Just a small glimpse into SEVENTEEN’s ultimate protective instincts when it comes to their one and only Luna. I mean, if you ever had any doubts about how loved this girl is, well… think again.

Thirteen men— yes, thirteen— willing to risk it all, fight the world, and probably even dive into traffic if it meant keeping her safe. So, a quick reminder to all: Never— and I mean NEVER— mess with Bae Jiyeon unless you want these maniacs after you.

But hey, can you really blame them? Luna’s got their backs, and they’ve got hers. It’s a whole family thing at this point.

Thanks for watching! Don’t forget to comment on more wholesome SEVENTEEN content you want to see next! See you next time— unless you’re out there trying to propose to Luna… in which case… good luck with that!”

comments…

@/lunababybae • 10 months ago ╰ Luna’s sasaeng attack pisses me off but angry and protective Cheol makes up for it 🥵

@/mimilyemily • 10 months ago ╰ DID YOU SEE HOW FAST CHOI SEUNGCHEOL AND JEON WONWOO REACTED AT 1:00 GOOD LORD

@/gyusshadow • 10 months ago ╰ OUR LEADER SCOLDING SECURITY FOR LUNA 🥺 MY MAN RIGHT THERE!!!

@/moonlight_1997 • 10 months ago ╰ Jeonghan caressing Luna’s red arm 1:25 idk if I am to feel soft over him touching her like that or pissed off that her arm is red because of that sasaeng 🙃

@/saythename �� 8 months ago ╰ Seokminie zipping Jiyeonie up that quick during Fear is a skill and a hot skill at that!

@/jeonwoowonwoo • 7 months ago ╰ They are all so protective of her, it’s super endearing 💖🥺

@/mrsbaebae • 7 months ago ╰ THE THREE BLOCKS ARE ICONIC!!!

@/jeongnanana • 7 months ago ╰ THESE MEN ARE THE STANDARD WTF!? JUST THE WAY THEY TREAT LUNA IS PROOF ENOUGH 💕🤭

@/gyuuuuudaily • 6 months ago

╰ YOON JEONGHAN DEFENDING LUNA DURING THEIR TRAINEE DAYS IS STILL ONE OF THE BEST STORIES I HAVE EVER HEARD TILL THIS DAY!!!

@/bbbiiibbiii • 5 months ago ╰ That exchange of looks from Luna and Hannie at 19:57 😍😍😍

@/missbitchhhh • 3 months ago ╰ note to self: “How to get Svt to notice you = ask Luna to marry you.”

@/shadowmyshadow• 2 months ago ╰ I have completely erased that Hoshi live from my mind. Seeing Luna sad and quiet like that breaks me 🥺

@/kpppopieaddict • 1 week ago ╰ They are all down bad for her wbk (I am too).

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I said i would only read one last thing before sleeping and i 😌 will now dream of my husband and his dragon doing looptilooloopoploops in the sky

You were trembling, and you knew your husband could feel the shaking in your hands as you gripped his leather-clad elbow like a vice.

[raises coffee cup] ah yes [motions to art] strong beginning as always. Got me in your head already from the get go. Well done [posh laughter]

“Y/N.” Aemond soothed, petting your hair with his free hand. “She won’t eat you; this I promise.”

First of all 🤨☝️eat me ok 😫 i believe you my love but also 🤨🫵 youre her rider and aren't u like bonded together which means, judging by the fact you knocked yn up, YOU want to eat her therefore how am i so sure vhagar wont foll- [hit by a truck]

Already you could make out the massive form of the drowsing dragon, curled up on the wide beach. You balked, jerking Aemond back with you, running a nervous hand along the curve of your abdomen. Aemond’s gaze was drawn to where you caressed, his face softening to that honeyed expression he only wore in your presence…a sort of reverence. He turned toward you fully, placing his hands around your baby bump, bowing to place a soft kiss there. Long silver hair spilled over his shoulders as he straightened, placing his lips to yours, gently tracing your jaw.

When he^^^^ i-

“Vhagar will know you carry my child. I look forward to her reaction upon seeing you.” He took your hand encouragingly once more. “There is nothing to fear, my fire.”

I love dragon bonds

“I can…what?”

She like me for real GIT UR HANDS OFF ME BOI NAHHHHHH

“She likes you.” Aemond whispered, tucking his chin into the crook of your shoulder from where he stood behind you. He placed a warm kiss to your neck. “Would you like to ride her?”

[inhales deeply] no

He tilted his head at you, a smirk curving his lips. “How many times have you asked me to recount the experience of dragon riding? How often do you give me cheek for not taking you with me?” He gestured behind you to where Vhagar watched. “She has met you; she knows you are mine and carry our child within you. She will be gentle with you, as I desire it.”

NO BUT AEMOND FUCKING INSANE FOR WAITING FOR HER TO GET THAT PREGNANT BEFORE BRINGING HER TO VHAGAR HELLOOOOO???????????

The fervor with which he spoke, the violet fire in his eye, spurred you to action. “Don’t let me fall, Aemond.” You warned, placing a foot on the first rung of the ladder and hoisting yourself up.

💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 girl i get it the verbal affirmation but 💀💀💀💀💀 if vhagar wanted you to fall im so sorry but not even your one eyed lizard can help 😓😓😓 its a one way ticket to yeetville. Dw aemonds crash landing with you tho 💗💗💗

“Sōvegon!” Your vocal cords already felt sore, but your shout did the trick.

SCREAMING LAUGHING CRYING 💀💀💀💀💀 AGAIN MY GOSH ROLLING ON THE FLOOR YOUR BABY DADDY DIDN'T EVEN TELL YOU HIS GIDDY UP IS FUCKING DEAF I HATE HIM HELP ME 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

A thrilled laugh, sounding crazed even to your own ears, left your chest as the wind whipped about you. You felt Aemond’s arms encircle your belly protectively, holding you and your unborn baby tight. He placed his mouth upon your exposed neck, sucking small kisses down to your shoulder.

🤠🤠🤠🤠 woah there partner. Whats the sucky suck for 🚨🚨🚨 hello???? Its like you WANT to fall do your death. [Smacks him violently] nO BANGING ON DRAGON BACK HISS

You corrected the phrase, and the dragon dipped gently to the left, circling back to where you had started, slowly descending back to earth. Your heart swelled as Vhagar’s feet impacted with the ground once more, you could tell the large creature made a concerted effort to be gentle. Aemond’s words proved true, she did have at least some inclination of your delicate state.

VHAGAAAARRRRRRRR

You reached out to touch her skin, stroking it, wondering if she was able to even feel you there. “Kirimvose, Vhagar.”

Assss youu shouuulldddd thank yewwwww 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 my queens bonding.

He gave you a radiant smile, pulling you to him and kissing you, the taste of salt air fresh on his lips. “And I love you, my fire, my hearth, my home.” He punctuated each affectionate phrase with a kiss to your face. You scrunched your nose at him, giggling as he kissed at the ticklish spot under your jaw.

LIZARD MAN SO CORNY GRRR BARK BARK ABRK

hello!! could you write with aemond where he introduces the reader to vhaegar and he takes her riding?

*rubs hands together* alright my lovely Anons, I cooked up something that includes all of the above ^.^

Masterlist here

Aemond x pregnant!reader | I serve you all the fluffs

You were trembling, and you knew your husband could feel the shaking in your hands as you gripped his leather-clad elbow like a vice.

“Y/N.” Aemond soothed, petting your hair with his free hand. “She won’t eat you; this I promise.”

You were walking together in the predawn light, down the sloping hills outside King’s Landing, where Aemond knew his dragon took up residence, being too big for the Dragon Pit. Your belly was round with his child, and Aemond had taken great care in leading you along the rugged terrain.

“Vhagar will know you carry my child. I look forward to her reaction upon seeing you.” He took your hand encouragingly once more. “There is nothing to fear, my fire.”

Upon hearing the familiar nickname your husband had given you, a smile tugged at your lips. With renewed bravery, and a dose of curiosity, you allowed Aemond to lead you down the hill and onto the sandy beach.

Vhagar marked your approach, raising her head, yellow eyes surveying you and Aemond with interest.

“Rytsas, Vhagar!” Aemond’s commanding voice boomed to greet his dragon. “Bisa iksos issa ābrazȳrys.”

Still supporting your swollen belly with one hand, you leaned into Aemond. “What did you just say?” Your voice was a hoarse whisper.

“I greeted her and said you are my wife.” You were very close to the dragon now, craning your neck to look into her eye. Her hot breath washed over you, blowing your hair away from your face in a rush.

“You can touch her.”

“I can…what?”

Aemond chuckled, lifting your hand still interlocked with his, and guiding you forward slowly until you felt the iron scales of Vhagar’s snout under your fingers. Despite yourself, you reveled in the feeling of the dragon’s hide, stroking along the rigid skin. It reminded you of tree bark in a way, and you felt Vhagar press gently against you in return. She made a contented grumble deep in her throat, sounding like a hundred earthquakes, yet a quiet noise for the enormous creature.

“She likes you.” Aemond whispered, tucking his chin into the crook of your shoulder from where he stood behind you. He placed a warm kiss to your neck. “Would you like to ride her?”

Your heart stuttered at the thought of mounting such a great beast. “I am quite content with my feet firmly upon the ground, thank you.”

Aemond tugged you to Vhagar’s side, the dragon’s eyes still upon you, and gestured to the rope ladder that led up to a distant saddle you could just make out upon her back.

You turned to your husband incredulously. “You’re going to make your pregnant wife ride the largest dragon in Westeros?”

“Never, my lady.”

Sure enough, Aemond was right beneath you the entire ascent to Vhagar’s back. It was tough work, made more awkward by your pregnant condition. Arms shaking, you made it to the saddle and Aemond was quickly at your side, helping you straddle the leather seat. He tied you securely in place, and slid in behind you, tying the ropes about his own person as well. You felt his arms come about you firmly, his breath tickled your ear. “Say ‘sōvegon’. That means ‘fly’ in Valyrian. ‘Dohaeris’ means ‘serve’, though I doubt you will need to use it.”

You leaned into his warm embrace, shivering slightly in the cool breeze. “How do you get a dragon to breathe fire?”

“Perhaps we will save that for a later date.” Aemond laughed lightly, squeezing your thighs.

Vhagar’s head was so far distant from where you sat, you wondered if she’d be able to hear you. Gathering as much air as possible in your lungs, you shouted, “Sōvegon, Vhagar!” A shifting beneath you, like an island coming out of the sea, caused you to squeal and clutch at Aemond’s hands.

“Once more, tell her to fly.” He prompted, voice loud in your ear as Vhagar got to her feet, stretching her mile-long wings.

“Sōvegon!” Your vocal cords already felt sore, but your shout did the trick.

With lumbering steps, and a great flapping of wings, Vhagar gained speed and launched herself into the clear sky. Birds fled the area in haste as the great dragon soared ever higher, the landscape below growing small beneath you, the Red Keep and surrounding cities looking like mere toys.

You had never felt so free, so wild and yet safe, loved in the arms of your Targaryen husband. You spread your arms wide, mimicking the soaring of the dragon you now rode. The wind breaking across your body, numbing your skin. The rising sun reflected its pink light upon the ocean surface, the sparkling water winking up at you, distant waves lapping at golden shores.

You heard Aemond in your ear, voice straining over the rush of wind. “Tell her ‘Gūrogon īlva lenton’. Take us home.”

You repeated the words, shouting to Vhagar. Aemond laughed, “Not ‘leyton’, my love, ‘lenton’.

Your husband undid the ties binding you to the dragon saddle, descending before you, offering help when you needed it as you climbed the ladder once more. Your knees shook upon impact with the sand, Aemond’s hands on your waist steadying you as your balance returned.

“That was…unlike anything I could possibly imagine!” You beamed up at him. “How do I say ‘thank you’?”

“Kirimvose.” Aemond released you, lingering behind as you approached Vhagar’s face once more.

You reached out to touch her skin, stroking it, wondering if she was able to even feel you there. “Kirimvose, Vhagar.”

She made the same low rumbling sound, this time softer, in response. You turned and made your way back to Aemond, who stood observing you with a soft smile upon his face.

“Can we stay for a little while, watch the sunrise?” You asked, taking his arm and slowly walking together toward where the water lapped at the beach.

“Of course, Y/N. This day is yours, to do with as you please.” His low voice was sweet as he stopped to gaze at you, drinking in your every expression, the golden light of morning lighting his handsome face.

“Aemond…how do you say ‘I love you’ in Valyrian?”

“Avy jorrāelan.”

“Avy jorrāelan, my dragon.”

Behind you, Vhagar made another of her contented noises, rumbling the earth beneath your feet. You and Aemond remained tangled in each other’s arms as the sun rose into the sky, heralding a new day, blessing the small family you had begun with the man who would forever own your heart.

#aemond x reader #aemond targaryen x reader

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outsideratheart · 3 years ago

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Dropping Hints (Christen Press x reader)

A/N: I had two requests so i put them together, in result we have this fic. Also, i didn’t know what simping was so i had to google it, it must be an american thing.

Anon request: 1:hi can you write one for christen press where the reader is famous and everybody is obsessed with her but they don’t know her and christen are dating. 2: Can you pls write a Christen press x reader where the reader is really famous (you can choose what she’s famous for) and the team is constantly simping over her but they don’t know the reader is dating christen ( you can pick how they found out)

Touring was one your favourite parts of your job. It was what everything led to, all of the writing sessions, hours in the studio and time away from your girlfriend.

Tonight was your first of two sell out shows at The Forum, the last two shows of your tour. Best of all you had sent your girlfriend tickets so that she and her friends could come watch.

“Happy Birthday Mal” Christen says as she hands her an envelope.

Everyone watches as Mal opens it, her reaction is priceless.

“Are these real? How did you get them?” Mal asks as she gets up and hugs Christen tightly.

“Yes, there real and let’s just say I know a guy” Christen says.

“Or a girl” Tobin whispers so that only Christen can hear her.

“Shut up. You’re just jealous that she likes my present better” Christen sticks her tongue out at her best friend.

“What is it Mal?”

“Yeah, show us”

Mal stands up and shows the team the Y/N Y/L/N VIP tickets.

You could only send a certain amount of tickets so you jokingly told Christen that her team mates would have to fight over them, little did you know that this is exactly what would happen.

You are one of the team’s favourite artists, it seems like every single player liked at least one of your songs. They would listen to you during workouts and in the locker room before and after games. You were a staple for the USWNT.

You had told Christen that the tickets were for anyone but her attendance was mandatory and you knew she would bring Tobin because she had been a keeper of your secret relationship since the moment is started.

After an hour of negotiations Christen texted you to tell you that it would be her, Tobin, Mal, Sam, Rose, Sonnett and Kelley that would coming to your concert.

You reply to her saying that you will be looking for her in the crowd and that you will see her after the concert.

***************************

You were sat backstage waiting for your manager to come and tell you it was go time. You were exhausted, your throat hurt and you missed your girlfriend, it wasn’t a good combination.

“Cheer up Y/N you will see her soon” Your manager sits next to you.

You don’t respond as you get a text from Christen. It was a selfie of her and the rest of the girls in their seats.

“Do you want to know where she is sat?” Your manager asks which gets your attention straight away. You nod your head.

Your manager tells you that they are sat to the left of your drummer.

“In all seriousness I do need you to cheer it, it’s showtime”

“You know me, always ready to put on a show”

You both walk to the stairs that lead up to the stage. She connects your in ears and hands you your microphone.

“Two more shows Y/N, I know it had been hard but I am so proud of you”

“Let’s go!” You shout and watch as your band walk out and you can hear the fans screaming. When you walk out the arena erupts.

After a couple of songs it is the part in the show where you talk to the crowd.

“Los Angeles, you sound amazing. Thank you choosing to spend your night with me”

The crowd cheers. You take a moment to look to the area where your manager said Christen and the USWNT would be. A huge smile appearing on your face as you make eye contact.

“I can see what have some special guests in the house tonight” you says as you walk towards your girlfriend.

“Oh my god, she is coming to us” “Play cool” “Act natural” Those are the words Christen hears as you approach them.

“We have the USWNT with us. It is nice to see you girls tonight” you tell them.

“Now a little birdy tells me that it is someone’s birthday”

You chuckle to yourself a little bit when you see that Mal realises you are talking about her.

“It is Mallory Pugh’s birthday so I think it is only right that we sing to her. What do you say LA?”

You and the crowd sing happy birthday to the forward.

“Happy Birthday Mal, I hope you have a wonderful time tonight”

You perform several more songs before you leave the stage. You take a few minutes to cool down, have a drink before going back out for your encore.

Just before your last song you thank the fans for their support.

“Now there is one more song I am going to perform, one that I haven’t sang live for a few years. You see my girlfriend is here tonight”

The crowd screams when you mention her. They all know you have a girlfriend, you have told them but as for who, now that was a secret but you loved to tease them and tonight was no exception.

Christen understood your desire to keep your relationship between the two of you and a small group of people. The whole world wanted to know everything about you and for the most part they did. So when you and Christen got together you both agreed to have this part of your private life stay private until your were ready to tell everyone.

“This is her favourite song of mine, so baby, this song is for you, I love you” you say trying not to make eye contact with Christen, ultimately failing as you lock eyes with her at the end of your sentence.

After the concert you tell your security guard to go get Christen and her friends.

They are just about to leave when he gets to them.

“Miss Press, Y/N wants to know if you and your friends would like to go backstage?” He asks her.

Your girlfriend takes a second to respond and even then she gets cut off.

“Are you kidding me? Y/N wants to meet us, I am going to pass out” Sonnet says dramatically before pretending to faint into Kelley’s arms.

Christen looks at her team mates, she was going backstage regardless but she wanted to know if they wanted to as well.

“Mal, it’s your birthday. Do you want to go meet your favourite singer?” Christen asks.

The birthday girl is at a loss for words so she just nods her head.

“We are actually going to meet Y/N Y/L/N” Rose says.

They follow your security guard backstage through the numerous corridors before they arrive at your dressing room.

“Did you know about this?” Tobin asks her best friend.

Christen shakes her head.

When they enter your dressing room it is empty.

“Y/N is just finishing up a small meet and greet. I have been told to tell you to make yourselves at home and to help yourselves to the drinks” he points towards the table with the beers and spirits on.

“Just when I thought I couldn’t love her even more she gives me beer” Kelley says earning a laugh from her team mates.

Half an hour later you enter your dressing room and see Christen and her friends dancing to one of your songs. You stand in the doorway watching for a few seconds.

It’s Tobin who notices you first as she isn’t as into the dancing as everyone else.

“Looks like they are having fun” you say.

“They are, we are. Thanks for the tickets by the way” she replies.

“No worries”

Rose is the first to notice you. She stops dancing straight away leading Sam to dance straight into her. They remind you of dominos, each one noticing you after the next.

“Y/N!’ Sonnet shout.

You introduce yourself to everyone, shaking each of the players hands, lingering a little longer when it comes to Christen.

“Hi. Sorry I took so long, I had a few fans to meet then I had an interview to give” you look at Christen and she smiles sympathetically at you.

“You don’t have to apologise, we understand” Christen says and little did her friends know just how much she understood what it was like.

“You were incredible tonight!” Mal tells you.

“Thank you. I hope you had a good night, Happy Birthday again. I actually have a little present for you somewhere. I’ll get someone to find it”

Mal looks at you and you can tell she is shocked. You are her favourite singer and here you were telling her that you got her a birthday present.

“I don’t know how you do it, performing in front of all those people” Rose says.

“Do you want to try it out? I mean all the fans have gone home but the stage is still up. How about you take your little karaoke session to the big stage” you suggest.

“Are you being serious?” Kelley asks and you nod your head.

Christen looks at you and you can see a little concern on her face. She knows how much this tour has tired you out and after your day of media and then a show, must must be ready to pass out. You shake your head slightly at her, telling her that she doesn’t need to worry.

“Tobin, do you think you can find your way back to the stage?” You ask her.

“Yeah sure”

“Great. I am just going to get changed quickly. How about you grab some of those beers and I will meet you out there” you tell the group of girls.

Everyone leaves the room and just as you hoped Christen took her time leaving, double checking that the rest of team mates where out of seat.

“You were incredible tonight” she tells you.

Christen wraps her arms around your neck and you rest yours on her hips.

“Thank you Baby” you give her a quick peck on the lips fully aware that you could be interrupted at any point.

“You sound very scratchy” you can tell Christen is concerned, she has been your entire tour.

“Nothing some tea and honey can’t fix”

Christen rolls her eyes at your calm demeanour.

“Honestly I’m fine Chris, I only have one show left. Now I really do need to get changed, you can either go meet your friends of you can guard the door”

Christen chooses the later option “That’s what I thought” you tell her.

“What can I say, my girlfriend is hot and face time doesn’t do her body justice”

You quickly get changed into some yoga pants and a hoodie.

You and christen go to leave your dressing room but don’t make it to the exit. You feel her pull your wrist, her lips on yours as soon as you turn around. You missed this feeling, her touch, the ways your lips moved in sync.

You only stop when you hear your manager clear her throat.

“I have the gift you asked me to get for Mallory Pugh” she tells you.

“Thank you. We are going to stay here for a bit”

“I thought that much when I heard some soccer players singing your songs by the stage”

Her response causes you and Christen to laugh. You take the present and the two of you go to find the rest of the team.

“You still happy with our plan?” Christen asks you and you nod, this is going to be fun.

***************************

When you get to the floor Sam and Rose are singing your latest single and are even doing the choreography.

“Y/N this is awesome” Rose says.

“It’s even better when you are on stage” you say as you unhook one of the barriers creating a entrance to the stage.

“Wait, you were serious about us going on stage?”

“Are you sure we are allowed?”

“This is my stage, I do whatever I want” you tell them.

You see your security guard out of the corner of you eye chuckling, ok maybe you couldn’t do whatever you want but you could go on stage after hours.

All of you go on the stage, some of you sitting down watching the others perform, or at least try their best.

“I love your ring” Mal says and you see it as an opening for your plan.

“Thank you. It’s my girlfriends, she gave me it before I went on tour. This way I can have a little part of her with me no matter where I am”

“It reminds me of a ring Christen used to wear all of time”

Mal’s comment catches Tobin off guard, making her spit out her drink.

“It does look exactly like one I used to wear. Your girlfriend has good taste” Christen says giving herself a pat on the back in doing so.

“She really does” you say playfully.

“You said your girlfriend was at the show tonight. Isn’t she mad that you are with us and not her?” Sam asks you.

“She was at the show, she came with some of her friends” time for you to drop some hints “As for her being mad, no I don’t think she is. I was able to catch up with her back stage”

Everyone nods and hums in response.

“Is she who all of your new songs are about?” Kelley asks you.

“They are. Everyone seems to like it more when I sing love songs than they do when I sing songs about heartbreak”

“Is it true you met her in Paris? That is very romantic” It is now Rose’s turn to ask a question.

“I did, it was last summer, during the world cup. I was at a coffee shop and she spilt her drink on me. She kept apologising and I said if she really wants to make it up to me then she should let me take her on a date. She persuaded me to stay in Paris, I even got to watch most of your games”

“You came to our games? I didn’t see you in the VIP section” Sonnet says.

“I was keeping a low profile. I had just finished my last tour and I needed some time to myself and I had to write my next album. I love watching you guys play so it was a win win. Congrats by the way”

They all just stared at you. They had no idea that you were a fan of theirs.

“We played your music after we won. Actually Christen was the one that put your songs on, normally it is me or Sonnett” Mal says.

You can’t help but feel a little cocky. You had met christen a few days before the final and she was playing your songs after one of her greatest achievements, she won the world cup but she was still thinking of you.

“Out of curiosity, did you wear a US jersey to any of the games?” Kelley asks you and you nod.

“Did it have someone on the back?”

“I only wore a jersey to the final and it had Christen Press on the back” you smile remembering the day Christen gave it to you.

Everyone looks at Christen, waiting for her response. She just shrugs her shoulders, playing it cool when in reality she freaked out when you sent her a photo of you in her shirt at the game.

“Remind me to send you a O’Hara jersey for your next game” Kelley says earning a glare from Christen but only you notice it.

Christen told you that she loved it when you wore her jersey and clearly she didn’t like the thought of you having another players’ name on the back of your shirt.

“Oh before I forget, this is the gift I was talking about earlier Mal, I hope you like it” You say passing her the bag.

“No way! It even has my name on it” Mal holds up her jacket which you famously only gave to the crew on each of your tours.

She puts it on straight away, clearly liking the gift.

“Not fair, I want one” Sonnett says childishly.

“Well this tour is almost over but you never know what could happen next time. You will just have to wait and see if I perform on your birthday next year or the year after” you try to cheer her up “Or I might send you one if you win the next world cup or get a gold medal in Tokyo”

“You have a deal! Tokyo, gold medal, we can do that”

The girls, all but Tobin and Christen, perform for you. Apparently this is what they do in their spare time at camp, they learn the dances to your songs then perform it for the rest of the team.

“So are you finally telling everyone about the two of you then?” Tobin whispers.

“She is making it obvious right?” Christen asks.

“She is, you are” Tobin turns to you.

“I think it is fun. I have a few more crumbs to drop”

The girls finish their song just as your manager comes over and tells you that it is time to call it a night.

Kelley goes to order an Uber but you tell her she doesn’t need to.

When you get in the car, you make a point to sit next to Christen. You tell your driver the name of the hotel.

“Wait that is our hotel, we are staying in the same hotel”

“Not exactly, you are staying in the same hotel as my girlfriend”

“Can you imagine if she is dating a member of the England team?” Sam says remembering that they are also staying at the hotel.

“What if it is someone on our team?” Rose says.

You look at Christen, thinking they have caught on but when they both burst of in laughter you realise that they don’t have a clue.

A short while later everyone is sat in a comfortable silence. You rest your head on Christen’s shoulder whilst her hand softly strokes your thigh, if it was just you and her in the car you would have fallen asleep.

“Tonight has been amazing!” Mal says as she scrolls through the photos she took “Christen you never did tell us how you got the tickets”

You look at your girlfriend and pretend to act hurt.

“Y/N gave them to me”

“Wait you know Y/N, like know know her?” Rose asks.

“I do, we met last summer” She pauses for a moment” in a coffee shop”

“In Paris” you whisper, it was like you was daring someone to hear you.

When you look around you see everyone staring at you.

“Seems like Paris was good to us. Christen met Y/N, Y/N met her girlfriend and we won the world cup” Sonnett explains.

When the said it like that, it was obvious. Why hadn’t they realised yet?

The car arrives at the hotel and you all get into the elevator.

“What floor?” Tobin asks.

You and Christen both roll your eyes, Tobin knew exactly what floor you were going to.

“She is on our floor” Christen says.

“Wait a minute” Mal says “This floor is for the USWNT only”

The doors open and you and Christen are the first ones out, you knew that Mal had figured it out.

“Y/N didn’t you say you were staying with your girlfriend tonight” she says.

You hum in agreement.

“Guys, guys, wait!” Sam says.

Everyone stops except you and Christen who continue walking to her room.

“Christen met Y/N in Paris and Y/N met her girlfriend there as well” the younger Mewis states

“And Y/N wore a Press shirt to the final. She wears a ring which is identical to one Christen used to wear” Rose joins in

“Y/N said that her girlfriend was a the show tonight” Sonnet says.

“It is weirdly satisfying to watch them figure it out” you whisper in Christen's ear.

“and she told us that she was staying with her girlfriend tonight but Y/N is still with us on our team’s floor” Kelley puts the final piece of the puzzle together.

They all turn their attention to you and Christen who are about to go in her room.

“You’re Y/N’s girlfriend!!” Mal says as if she had just figured out the solution to world peace.

“It took you long enough, they have been dropping hints all night and were practically cuddling in the car” Tobin tells the other players as she knocks on Alex’s room.

“Why aren’t you staying in your room?” Sonnet asks the forward.

“They haven’t seen each other in 6 weeks, I think I will give them their privacy”

“Goodnight guys” You says as Christen pulls you into her room.

#uswnt one shot #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #christen press one shot #christen press x reader #christen press imagine #woso x reader #woso one shot #woso imagine

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finelinevogue · 3 years ago

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Just wanted to say 2 things:

1)Love the fic where he proposed over a cup of tea…so sweet💗

2) we all know how H has asthma sometimes so…could u write something w/the reader helping him with an attack idk or during an interview/concert/family gathering do as u pls

A nice day

XOXO

firstly, thank you so much that’s so sweet of you <33 and secondly, um yes i would love to give this a go at writing for you! hope you enjoy;

Harry couldn’t breathe.

He was in a panic, completely terrified of the uncontrollable situation. He was having an asthma attack concocted with a panic attack and it was brutal.

“Shit,” Jeff whispered as he watched Harry breathe heavily and loudly on the floor. His friend was currently on his hands and knees trying to gasp for air, whilst dressed in his notorious Fine Line outfit.

It was the big night. The one night only at The Forum for the release of his new album Fine Line, hence the costume. He had been nervous all day, with shaking hands and a tendency to forget simple things. You had been with him all day; having a slow brunch together out in the Hollywood Hills and then just chilling around for the afternoon. You didn’t want to anything to strain his voice, so talking hadn’t been an option. That left you either to sleeping and cuddling, whilst watching a movie, or sex. Now you were all for sex, but Harry complained that he liked talking to you during it and so that got shut down pretty quickly. You didn’t forget what he whispered to your ear though just before you cuddled into watching Bambi;

“Keep your moans for later, you’ll be fucking needing them for what I have planned.”

But that was over two hours ago now. Harry had been whisked away to start getting ready, what with hair and makeup first. You’d left him to it, telling him you would just lounge around and wait for him. It was when he was getting into costume had you announced you were just going to go down the street to get some coffee from Dunkin’ - seeing as there were few of them back in England, where you most commonly lived with Harry. The problem was you hadn’t come back yet, and it was an hour later.

“Harry mate, you need to calm down.” Kid Harpoon told him carefully, kneeling down next to his good friend. Nothing was working though and Harry was too breathless to ask anyone for his inhaler.

It had started by thinking about how nervous he actually was for tonight. It was such a huge show and one of a kind too. He was playing his new album and it wasn’t even 24 hours old yet. There was so much pressure weighing him down that he couldn’t breathe - he was suffocating in the anxiety of his own mind and he couldn’t escape at all. Then because he was in so much of a panic his asthma hit him and added another reason to his breathlessness. It was finally made worst when he realised you weren’t by his side to help him. You weren’t there to quickly eliminate the asthma and focus on helping him overcome the panic attack, instead he had his mates surrounding him - crowding him - and they didn’t know the first thing to do.

“Sarah, where’s Y/N?” Mitch shouted, making Harry squint the thought away. He didn’t want to think about how something back might’ve happened or might be happening to you. Where were you? Sarah’s response did no better to help him.

“I don’t know.”

“Harry bud. Talk to us.” Jeff spoke, crouched down in front of him. Harry shook his head, tears running from his eyes as he began crying. The sobs were really harsh and embarrassing. The tears were heavy and mixed with snot running from his nose to pool on the floor below him. He was not doing well at all, coughing when the asthma choked him up. He couldn’t do this. He felt like he was in a small box and it was only getting smaller. He felt as if he were going to die. Genuinely.

“Does he look like he can talk, dickward.” Adam’s voice came from the other side of Harry, messing his head up even more. There was so many voices and he couldn’t focus on just one, but he didn’t want to. He wanted yours. He needed yours. You.

Whenever this has happened before he was always luckily in the comfort of his home, or the tour bus and always with you. So this was unfamiliar and terrifying. He was beginning to think you’d left him or you’d gotten seriously hurt, but he couldn’t do anything to help. He was stuck - paralysed to this position as his lungs collapsed in on themselves and his brain sped the same speed as a train. You were his comfort person and it was only ever you that he wanted in situations like these. Just you.

“Move out of my way. Move!” Harry thought he heard you and your voice, but he hated that his mind could be playing tricks on him in desperation for what, or whom, he truly wanted.

He felt someone crash on the floor in front of him and the almighty smell of lavender and soap hit him all at once. This time, he was glad to have someone sit so close to him, because it was you.

“Harry look at me, hey, hey. You’re okay. Look at me bubs.” You spoke calmly, trying not to sound panicked yourself, even if you were heavily worried. You watched as he looked up at you, eyes ridiculously red and puffy whilst his nose was dripping like a leaking tap. You wanted to rub his tears away and dab away the snot, but your main priority was on his breathing first. “Okay good, okay.”

Your hand went into your bag and picked out his inhaler. You shook it a few times, before putting it into Harry’s mouth. “On three, one, two, three…” Harry tried is best to breathe in and you pushed down on the canister. “Good, bubs, really good. Okay again, one, two, three…” You repeated and then a third time until you could tell that the wheezing of his asthma attack had disappeared.

“T-than…” Harry tried to mumble out, but couldnt because he was still in panic and his throat was so dry.

“Sshh you’re okay.” You turned to one of the crew members and asked for them to fetch you a bottle of water. You asked people to clear out of the room and leave you with Harry for a bit, knowing he wouldn’t settle in front of all these people. You sat on the floor, crossed legged, and brought Harry to lay his head in your lap with his body trailing behind. You offered him one of your hands to squeeze if he wanted to, which he appreciated, cupping both of his around yours. Your other hand laid to stroke through his gelled hair - that would no doubt have to be redone now.

Instead of going straight into talking to him, you sang his favourite lullaby to him in aid of calming him down. It always worked, or at least helped a little. You sang quietly, noticing the beat of his heart soften with every line you sung. You were by no means a professional singer like him, but he liked the way it was so imperfect and mellow. It calmed him to hear something so simple and so you. Whilst you sang the crew never came back with your requested water and you thanked them, before you were the only ones left in the room.

After you finished singing you noticed how calm Harry was, almost still - the complete opposite to how he’d been all of 10 minutes ago. It was amazing what the power of you could do to him.

“What colour are we feeling?” You and Harry had created your own little system by which you would let each other know how you’re feeling by a colour of the rainbow. You’d designated a meaning to all of them that only you two could understand and used them on the days when you weren’t feeling great, to help understand each other’s feelings better.

“The whole bloody rainbow.” Harry mumbled out and you passed the water around so he could take a few sips, to which he thanked you graciously for.

“Oi, you can’t have that as your answer.” It was a rule that you could only use one colour to some your most intense emotion in that moment, otherwise there was kind of no point to the system.

“But it’s true. I feel grey with confusion, blue with sadness, purple with frustration, yellow with fear and even light yellow with cowardice. Yet I feel pink with happiness and light red with love.”

“What about red red?” You teased, not being able to help yourself.

“What? Lust? Always, for you that is.” You leant down to kiss his head as he cracked a joke, showing you that your Harry was still there beneath all this worry.

“Tell me what the colours represent in real life.”

“Purple because I am frustrated that I had to have a panic attack right before the biggest show of my career. Yellow because I am frightened that nobody will like the album and it will be a complete fail of a night. Grey because I can’t choose one colour and focus on it. I.. I—”

You could tell he getting himself worked up again, so cut him short. “Bubs stop, you’re okay. Listen to me.” You tucked his hair behind his ear as if to open it up for him to hear better. “Don’t ever be frustrated with yourself for something like this. You are allowed to have moments of weakness; you wouldn’t be human if you didn’t. Did this compromise your show? No. Did this show off how strong and brave you are? Yes. That’s what is important, therefore we can swap purple for dark yellow because you were brave. Which means yellow can also turn to dark yellow because you are so brave for doing something so huge and so wonderful. People already love the album H. Can’t get enough of it. Everyone will sing along to every word, I can promise you that. Or at least I will. You are amazing, so never undersell yourself. That’s important to me and for you. Bubs, you are so amazing for what you’re doing here tonight and I couldn’t be prouder of you. Yes, a panic attack isn’t nice and it isn’t convenient, but it just helps show how much you care about tonight and it going a success. That must count for something.”

He didn’t say anything for a bit and that was okay. He was most likely getting his thoughts together and mentally preparing himself for the greatest night of his life. You bent your body over so you could hug him, since his back was to your front, and just give him a squeeze to reiterate how proud you are of him.

“Y/N.” Harry spoke quietly, as your body encased his. You embraced his warmth and inhaled the beautiful scent that he was wearing. He both smelt and looked phenomenal.

“Yes bubs.”

“You know I love you right?” Of course you did, but it still made your heart flutter as crazy as the first time he said it to when he tells you now.

“I do.”

“And you know you’re it for me right?”

“Well.. I—” You didn’t want to get too ahead of yourself.

“Because you are.” Harry turned himself around, making you sit up so he could move. He was lying with his head facing upwards now, face looking less red and puffy, and staring right into the souls of your eyes. He looked magical. Beautiful. He thought the same of you. “And,” he moved his fingers to take off his S ring from Gucci, that probably cost more than your annual salary, and place it onto your ring finger of your right hand, “I give you this as a promise to share my last name with you someday.”

Seeing the initial of his last name sat on the finger opposite to the one he claimed he would one day put two more rings on, brought you to tears. “Harry…” You didn’t know what to say, you were speechless. You had never expected for him to do something as monumental as this and had never experienced it before to know how to react.

Of course you’d always dreamt of marrying him and being his for eternity, but never thought of it possibly becoming your reality. Now, Harry was completely devoting himself to you and only you and it suddenly all felt like the dream was settling in place.

“I swear to you Y/N, i’ll love you until the next lifetime and i’ll find you again. I love you so much, I can’t even tell you how much because it is so infinite. You’re so kind and patient with me and you see me for me, not for the Harry Styles, just Harry. I’ll never let a day pass without you on my mind and I think it’s because you were always meant to be mine. My heart is yours.” He smiled once he noticed you were crying, moving one of his hands up to wipe the tears away.

“How do I top that?” You whispered to him, but mostly to yourself. Both of you laughed.

“Just tell me you love me.”

“I do. I do love you Harry.” You nodded and then he sealed your confirmation with a kiss to his lips. You rested your hand upon his cheek, placing the coolness of the S ring upon his cheekbone, as he placed his hand under your chin to guide you into the kiss. He tasted divine and you smiled knowing that you got to have him like this, taste him like this, for the rest of your beating hearts’ days.

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theultimateultimateweapon · 4 years ago

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Kirby: Meta Knight and the Knight of Hades (Chapter 10)

Morpho Knight swung his sword down the slope, releasing a powerful shock wave. The crescent-shaped waves hit Meta Knight in quick succession.

Meta Knight flew left and right, but his arm was hurt and he groaned in pain. Morpho Knight didn’t even look tired.

Meta Knight remembered what happened in the underworld. In that world, he couldn’t feel tired, hungry, or pain at all. The red knight might not feel any of those feelings no matter how much he fights because of the power of the butterfly of Hades.

If so, does Meta Knight have no chance of winning…?

(No, it can’t be...) Meta Knight gripped his sword and thought. (Those who do not feel tired do not understand the breath of battle. Those who do not feel pain cannot read the movement of their enemy.)

Behind Meta Knight were King Dedede, Kirby, and Blade Knight. Both the great king and Kirby fought desperately, but they had finally lost their strength.

Only Meta Knight was standing. He didn’t know if he could get through this mess. Already, just breathing was painful and his whole body hurt.

(Good. I feel tired and painful because I am alive!)

Meta Knight gathered his strength and jumped up, slashing at Morpho Knight.

However, he repelled it easily.

Morpho Knight slashed violently at Meta Knight’s landing.

Due to his tiredness, Meta Knight, who had been struck before, couldn’t move. He held his sword over his body and guarded desperately, but the damage was great.

His head was fluttering. His eyes were hazy, and his feet were swaying.

(Will I… will I go to the underworld again? This time, forever?) When such an ominous idea came to him, something happened.

“Meta Kniiiiight!”

He heard a loud voice. Waddle Dee’s voice.

Meta Knight raised his face.

Waddle Dee overcame a broken pillar holding something.

“Don’t come any closer!” Meta Knight shouted out.

Waddle Dee turned around, gained momentum, and threw what he was holding in his hand.

“Meta Knight! Here…!”

Something flew through the air. Meta Knight quickly reached out and took it.

Immediately, Meta Knight’s whole body shook. His fatigue and pain disappeared as they were swept away. He felt the power in his hand.

“My treasured sword… the Galaxia!”

It’s unmistakable and genuine. Meta Knight held the Galaxia high. A bright light spilled from the tip of the sword.

Morpho Knight attacked. Meta Knight lightly dodged, shook up and jumped high.

“Spinning Knight!”

While spinning in the air, he slashed at Morpho Knight.

Morpho Knight flinched and was struck down.

Then, immediately, he held his sword horizontally and drill slashed!

Morpho Knight was blown off and struck against a collapsing wall.

Meta Knight had completely regained his power. The Galaxia gave him strength. And the Galaxia was also strengthened by returning to the hands of its true owner. The sword fighter and the sword, united for increased power!

However, Morpho Knight wasn’t finished.

When he stood up, he swung his sword down and sent crescent shock waves one after another. They flew with tremendous speed, but Meta Knight didn’t give up, dodging one after another, getting closer to him.

“Take this-!” Meta Knight swung after Morpho Knight.

Morpho Knight disappeared suddenly. He escaped with teleportation in an instant. Morpho Knight materialized above and behind Meta Knight.

Meta Knight looked back, feeling sick.

Morpho Knight slid in and rushed through the air.

It was tremendous speed. Meta Knight couldn’t dodge it.

“Kah…!” He was moving before he realized.

He grabbed the Galaxia, held it in front of him, and took a strong stance.

At the moment of attack…

“Galactic Counter!”

A deadly mystery that uses the enemy’s attack power against them!

There was no delay, the timing was perfect.

“...ts!” Morpho Knight stiffened his whole body and his attacks were slow.

The game was on. Meta Knight quietly stared at the enemy.

A streak of light spilled out of Morpho Knight. The lights gradually increased, two, three, and the brightness increased. His mask, his sword, and his wings on his back were swallowed by the white light. The knight turned into a ball of light and disappeared with a burst.

After the knight disappeared, countless red butterflies were dancing. The butterflies flew turbulently, fading little by little, and eventually disappeared as if melting away.

“Meta Knight…”

Meta Knight, staring at the disappeared butterflies, was called and turned around.

It was Kirby. He had been injured in the fight, but seemed to regain some energy.

“Did you win?”

“...Yes.”

“Meta Knight really is strong! I couldn’t do it at all.” Kirby looked a little sick.

Behind him, King Dedede stood up slowly. “Uh… Uugh…!”

The king, leaning on his hammer, managed to support his body and said with envy. “I was supposed to do it… I could’ve mustered the strength…!”

“Didn’t you turn and run?”

“I didn’t run off! I was getting a better vantage point!”

Blade Knight also stood up, in tears. “Meta Knight, sir, wow, you’re safe!”

“Yes. No need to worry about me.”

“But what happened? I could have sworn you were on the battleship Halberd…”

Waddle Dee rushed in before Meta Knight answered. “Meta Knight! You won!”

“Waddle Dee.” Meta Knight turned to Waddle Dee.

“I’m grateful you returned my strength with the Galaxia. Thank you.”

“I just carried it. It was the Galaxia that strengthened you…”

Waddle Dee jumped up. “Wait, we still need your help! Your knights are in a hole!”

“A hole?”

“This way!”

Meta Knight followed Waddle Dee to the knights.

The rescued knights were quiet, even surrounding Meta Knight. Everyone’s hearts were so full that no words came out.

Meta Knight opened his mouth. “It was foolish of me to worry, everyone fought so well.”

“Meta Knight, sir…!”

The Meta Knights wept as if the thread of tension had broken.

Sword Knight said. “You’re the real Meta Knight, aren’t you”

“Do I look like a fake?”

“No! You’re definitely real! There’s a big difference!”

Sword Knight saw Beryl crouching down.

Mace Knight snuck behind and grabbed Beryl’s head.

Axe Knight asked, “Let’s punish him for what he’s done. What do you think?”

“Hm…” Meta Knight thought about it.

Beryl was shaking, rattling.

Javelin Knight spoke. “Let’s tie him to the bow of the battleship and let him enjoy space travel.”

Trident Knight replied, “Why don’t we send him to Castle Dedede? Let the Waddle Dees take a break and let him do all the castle work alone!”

Axe Knight added, “No, let’s send him to all the towns he destroyed and make him fix them back up again! First, Dreamland!”

Meta Knight spoke. “That’s still too kind. Let’s tie him up so he can’t move and have Kirby perform a song for him.”

“Eh!?” Kirby was surprised. “Why do I have to sing for this guy!? What a waste…!”

“...No, trust me.” Meta Knight told Kirby. “Persuade him with your wonderful singing that he should never do anything wrong again.”

“...Eh? Persuade him?”

“Listening to a wonderful song can change someone’s mind.”

“Oh yeah… songs have the power to move hearts. I see!” Kirby was determined and nodded. “I will sing! It’ll be a moving song that will gentle the heart of any villain!”

“While you’re at it, would you like to serve your home cooking as well? You should make a special dish that will make him cry with excitement.”

“Okay! Looks like Meta Knight is kind to his enemies.”

“Waddle Dee.”

Waddle Dee, who was swaying and listening to the story, jumped up when Meta Knight called out.

“Ye...yes!”

“I’ll leave it to you. Hold Kirby a concert and set up a special seat for Beryl. Don’t forget to serve Kirby’s special dishes. Have Beryl eat until he is full.”

“Uh… uh… uh, yes…!” Waddle Dee imagined it and nodded in tears of fear.

(Me, Meta Knight…! What a terrifying thing! Kirby’s song is so terrible it could crack the walls of Castle Dedede, and Kirby’s food is so bad he could lose his appetite for the rest of his life…!)

Kirby said with a smile. “Heh, I’ll do my best! Let’s work together, Waddle Dee!”

“Ah… okay…”

“What should I sing? I have to sing with all my heart so Beryl doesn’t do bad things again… of course, I’ll do my best to cook too… Wow, I’m excited! Hey Beryl, I hope you’re looking forward to it!”

“Oh, oh. I’m sure I’ll change my mind.” Beryl was relieved and grinned.

The Meta Knights and King Dedede whispered in the shadow.

“Beryl’s acting like he’s saved.”

“How stupid, he doesn’t know the horror of Kirby.”

“Meta Knight is too cruel. No matter what he did, I’m sorry for Beryl.”

“How could sir make such a proposal…”

“Wow, he’s not kidding around! Good luck, Beryl!”

Meta Knight turned over his cloak and started walking. “Well then, let’s go back to the battleship Halberd.”

“Yes sir!” His subordinates saluted in unison and lined up.

Captain Vul and the Meta Knights were enjoying tea time leisurely for the first time in a long while.

Meta Knight wasn’t there. It seems he had something to do, so he went out without telling them where he was going.

Captain Vul was talking about, of course, Meta Knight.

Axe Knight said. “Even so, it’s strange. Why did Meta Knight, who had been unconscious on the Halberd, appear in the ancient temple?”

Captain Vul replied. “I have an idea, but I can’t quite explain it. I think…”

Captain Vul took a sip of his tea and continued.

“At that time, Meta Knight’s body and mind were disjointed. His body was in a bed in the Halberd here, but his mind was wandering somewhere else.”

“...Huh.”

“Usually, the wandering heart returns to the body. However, Meta Knight is a very strong person, so I think this time his body was called to his heart.”

“...Hmm.”

Blade Knight said. “Meta Knight has a strong body, though.”

“...Well, that is correct. However, if anything, his heart is stronger!”

“Persuasive, if not…” Sword Knight muttered.

“At that time, Galacta Knight took a big hit. Moreover, he was combined with the red butterfly to become even more powerful.”

“Yeah, but what about it?”

“I think I’ve got it. Meta Knight’s desire to fight a strong opponent called to his body.”

“I see, then I understand.”

The Meta Knights nodded.

“Meta Knight’s enthusiasm to fight can be a bit overkill.”

“Hold your tongue. Meta Knight doesn’t like fighting. He likes to make himself stronger.

“Regardless, his desire to fight a strong enemy caused a miracle.”

“As expected from our master!”

Around the time when the peaceful tea party was held on the Halberd, Kirby’s special dinner concert was being held in the basement of the Castle Dedede.

Meta Knight was standing alone in a flower garden of Dreamland.

A pleasant breeze blew and the colorful flowers swayed.

Meta Knight picked up a yellow flower and took a deep breath. It had a refreshing smell.

“It has a nice scent. Pink was… too sweet, wasn’t it?”

Meta Knight couldn’t forget Papi’s happy voice. The whole time he was trying to stop Meta Knight from returning to the original world… At the very end, he was desperate to save Meta Knight. Without Papi, Meta Knight wouldn’t have been able to return to this world.

He wondered, what was Papi doing now? Was he fluttering around looking for someone to talk to?

At that moment, a white butterfly flew by and perched on a yellow flower. It was slowly drinking from the flowers.

Meta Knight muttered in a small voice. “If one day you go to that world, let me know.”

The butterfly stopped moving, as if it had heard Meta Knight’s words.

“I’d like to thank that talkative butterfly with light blue wings. Papi was a good guide… no, a good friend.”

The butterfly fluttered away, and began to fly from flower to flower.

Meta Knight quietly watched until the butterfly disappeared.

(Chapter 9 - Table of Contents)

(The end, thank you so much for reading and all of your support!)

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dialovers-translations · 4 years ago

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Diabolik Lovers LUNATIC PARADE ;; Care for Vampire ー Sakamaki Shuu

Source: Diabolik Lovers Lunatic Parade

Seiyuu: Toriumi Kousuke

Audio: Here

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The scene starts at a classic music concert.

“Hm...Haah...”

You ask if something is wrong.

“...Not really. Don’t mind me and just focus on the performance. You’re the one who invited me here after all. ...Haah.”

You keep on pestering Shuu instead.

“...Didn’t you hear me when I told you to listen to the music? I’m not bored of it. I’m just...feeling a little sluggish, that’s all.”

You raise a brow.

“...You gave me that ‘that’s nothing new’ look just now, didn’t you?’

You panic.

“I honestly don’t mind. But don’t shout like that. It’ll ruin the beautiful composition by Bach.

...

...I meant that I feel even more listless than usual.”

You ask him if he’s feeling okay.

“I’m sure it’s fine? More importantly...Don’t you have something else to do? ...You dense woman.”

*Rustle*

“Lend me your shoulder. ...My neck’s tired.”

He lends his head on your shoulder.

“Haah...I’m seriously tired...I can’t even keep my mind on the music like this, it sucks...”

You regret coming here.

“...And that’s coming from the person who invited me? I didn’t exactly come here out of my free will either. You said you wanted to go together, right? Have you already forgotten about yesterday?”

You shake your head.

“If you remember, then stop complaining. You just need to keep quiet and support me.”

You frown.

“...I’m not expecting you to do anything for me, really. ..Aah, speaking of which, there is one thing. Something even you should be capable of.”

You tilt your head to the side.

“Loosen my tie.”

You seem surprised.

“It’s suffocating. You tied it way too tight because you were so persistent about wearing the suit ‘properly’. It might have worsened my condition so it only makes sense for the person resposible to fix their own mistakes...No?”

You hesitate.

“Hurry up. ...You’re worried about me, aren’t you?

*Rustle rustle*

“You struggled quite a bit when tying it as well, so do you think you can loosen it?”

You don’t seem very confident.

“...’That’s’? ...What? ...Are you trying to put the blame on me? I don’t remember doing anything to deserve that kind of attitude from you though? I was only watching you, nothing more. You can’t blame me for your brain coming up with random assumptions, can you? If you have anything to disprove that theory, Igo ahead. I’m listening?”

You look defeated.

“Pfft...Come on, your hands stopped moving.”

*Rustle rustle*

“...Well, that’ll do, I suppose. Now unbutton the shirt next.”

You shriek.

“What are you so surprised about? Just having the necktie loosened barely makes any difference. Take off my jacket while you’re at it as well. You’re a professional at taking off my clothes, aren’t you?”

You protest.

“Is that so, But yesterdaーー”

You quickly stop him.

“Haha, what are you getting so flustered about? I’m talking about when I plopped straight onto the bed after we came back home and you made me take off my jacket at least. Did you imagine something else, perhaps?”

Your face turns even brighter red.

“Heh...You really are a lewd woman...”

You puff out your cheeks.

“What? Are you implying that I’m lying? Because someone is taking their sweet time, I’m only feeling even more uncomfortable. Hurry up and pop open the buttons. I’ll let the jacket thing slide.”

*Rustle rustle*

“...Well, I guess you did a decent job for someone like you. It’s a little easier to breathe now.”

*Clap clap clap*

“...The song has ended.”

The crowd grows noisy.

“You really think the concert would be over this quickly? It’s break time. Most classical music concerts have a short break in between the two parts.”

You ask Shuu what to do during the break.

“What, you ask...? Beats me. Just do whatever you please, I guess. There’s a counter as well so why not go grab yourself a drink? I usually just rest in my chair per usual. Aah...But today you’re here with me. Perfect. Get on top of me.”

You are startled once more.

"I said it’s break time, remember? I’m thirsty as well. Let me suck your blood. If I have some of your blood...It might help against this sluggish feeling as well...I was so kind to accompany you here, so that’s the least you can do in return, no?

Right now any sounds you make would just mix in with all of the background noise, so it works in your favor, no? If you’re confident you can hold your voice back, I wouldn’t mind waiting until the performance starts again either though...?”

You shake your head.

“So? What will you do? I don’t mind either way.”

You refuse.

“You asked me if there’s anything you could do for me and now you’re turning down my request?”

*Rustle rustle*

“I’m sure you’re just dying to have all sorts of things done to you as I’m carressing you like this as well, aren’t you?

You flinch.

“Haha, when you deny it in a state of panic, it only looks even more suspicious.”

The people return to their seats.

“...People have started coming back. If you keep on dawdling, the break will end, you know? If you do a fine job...I won’t just suck your blood, but I’ll even throw in a kiss, okay? That would be the real reward for you, no? Yesterday...You seemed quite pleased to be kissed by me as well? You were happy, weren’t you? Like thisーー”

*Rustle rustle*

“...Nn...”

*Smooch*

“Don’t play dumb. The marks...are still left there on your skin as well. Why not take a look yourself?

*Rustle rustle*

“No, not on your nape. You told me not to because it’s a visible place, remember? ...Try loosening your collar a little.”

You tilt your head to the side.

“Come on, just do it.”

*Rustle rustle*

“...Look, over here.”

You seem surprised by the hickeys on your cleavage.

“Haha...You can see it clearly, no? Well, I’m sure you know better than anyone else that this isn’t the only place where I left my mark.”

You whimper in embarrassment.

“...So, how long are you gonna keep sitting there with your cleavage exposed?”

You seem surprised, having forgotten about that part.

“Are you enticing me, perhaps?”

You shake your head.

“If not that, that makes you just a genuine pervert though. I didn’t force you. You chose to listen to me through your own free will, remember? If you truly didn’t want to, I doubt you would be over here showing off your chest in public.”

You grow flustered again.

“...Heh. I truly never get tired of you and your reactions.”

All of the people return to their seats.

“The break’s over, huh? What a shame. ...Pwaah. Messing around with you only made me even more tired...Oi, your shoulder.”

You frown.

“One more time. Hurry up.”

*Rustle rustle*

“...Haah...”

You ask him if the two of you should head home.

“...No, I’m still gonna keep on listening. You got tickets because you were interested in this performance, didn’t you? ...Or am I wrong?”

You explain.

“...Hm. Because you wanted to come here with me...huh?

...

...Oi. In return for keeping you company till the end of the performance, keep lending me your shoulder...Also, give me your hand.”

You ask him why.

“Holding your hand helps me keep my mind off things. Make sure to squeeze it tightly and not let go, okay?”

*Rustle*

“...Just like that.

...

...Oi. ...Don’t ‘eh?’ me? Why have you been stroking the palm of my hand this whole time?”

You tell him that it feels nice.

“Hah...? Why would that feel nice?”

You explain.

“A massage...? Haah...I think you’re not putting in enough strength then, you know? It only feels like you’re lightly carrassing it.”

You frown.

“I was a fool for leaving things up to you. ...Spread your fingers.”

*Rustle rustle*

He intertwines your fingers.

“Now keep holding it like that. Nothing more.”

You blush.

“...Are you flustered?”

You speak up.

“...Yes?”

You ask if he feels better.

“Well, I guess I feel a little more comfortable.”

You point out that your blood was not needed after all.

“Who knows. Sucking your blood might have eased the feeling even more, but you denied me.”

You protest.

“But you did, didn’t you? You said no.”

You explain.

"Hm...So you wouldn’t have minded getting on top of my lap if we weren’t out here in public?”

You get flustered again.

“Don’t forget what you said just now. I’ll make sure you stick to them once we get back home. Thanks to you...I feel a little more energized as well. I better get some rest right now, so I can live up to your expectations later. Soーー”

*Rustle rustle*

“...Just like that for now. I’ll tend to you plenty once we get home, so satisfy me right now...”

ーー THE END ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #shuu sakamaki #lunatic parade #care for vampire #careforvampireshuu #diabolik lovers translation

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yawnzzjun · 3 years ago

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- LOVE OVER LIFE

3. LO$ER

"Hi"

Was what I heard. Others started to join his live and the chat was filled with greetings. He responded to all and started a conversation with them. It was heart-warming to witness, I felt so bad that he's seen as someone different in school, he's a very nice person.

gyus.love_: Can you play the song you made last live on your guitar?? I really wanna hear it!!

"Oh? Sure I can, it's late but I will try to keep it down so.. nevermind lemme get my guitar."

I raised my eyebrows a bit at his sentence. I mean it is late right now..

"Maybe he doesn't want to disturb his parents.."

I told myself as I stared at the screen. Beomgyu finally got his guitar and asked if we were ready:

Y/n: YES!

gyus.love_: of coursee

dollar_$ign: mhmm!

gyu.gyu.gyuu: START NOW.

He read the chat and noticed mine, I smiled a bit more when he mumbled my name under his breath and smiled.

"Alright."

Music started to form as his fingers strum the guitar. Everyone including him started to enjoy the tune, even me. It amazed me to be here it's like a live concert.

I laughed at my thoughts and started to move with the music. My eyes grew bigger as I saw Beomgyu started to bop his head and moved as he played, he was like a different person before.

"Music really does change someone hm?"

I then noticed that his bedroom door opened up. He didn't notice as of his music and a disturbing scene broke out that hurt my heart for him.

POV: BEOMGYU'S

Everything happen in such speed. It went from a bad morning, to a interesting afternoon, to a nice night. I was actually happy for once, I got a friend not to mention they accepted me for my hidden hobby and we have things in common. I thought that my life will ease up a bit but it always have to go a wrong turn. Why? I guess they all hate me. He does for sure..

Shoved to the side, the man I have to refer to as my father stared at me with anger in his eyes. He didn't care that he was on live, all he cared was his sleep.

"What is happening here. WHAT ARE YOU DOING? DO YOU NOT KNOW ITS LATE FOR THIS? YOU STUPID CHILD."

The words he spew out hurt like stone, he shaked me over and over and the shouting didn't stop. Tears flow out without command, it all happened on live. Maybe this is why I'm labeled the loser. I just want something perfect to happen.

MONDAY: Y/N'S POV. SCHOOL'S HALLWAY.

My head is spinning like crazy. The scene that happened last night replayed over in my mind again and it made me want to throw up. Is this what some children have to go though? Seeing it actually happen right infront of me gave me a blink of the real life. Not to mention his online life is ruin. I felt bad for him.

I didn't care who saw me or who think of me all I wanted was to know if Beomgyu is alright.

Entering the classroom, my friend group was about to greet but I walked right pass them. Beomgyu rose his head in my direction and before I could reach to him, he stood up and speed walk out the room.

"Wait Beomgyu PLEASE."

I dropped my bag on my desk as I ran behind him. I got a glimpse as my friends and they stared at me in surprise.

We made it to the cafeteria, I don't know why he entered here but I followed him. Why does he think so negative? I genuinely want to know if he's okay.

He finally stopped and I approached him.

"Don't."

Was all he said. I frowned a bit and was about to say something but someone beat me to it.

"Aren't you the one who got shoved on live by your father?! As if you would successfully hold a live!"

His live he had last night spread like a wild fire. That's the main reason I was hunting him down. The look on his face showed that he didn't know about it. Everyone started to laugh at him, some even threw water on him.

My actions won't do much here but I couldn't stand here and see this happen infront of me. It shouldn't be me crying right now but as sensitive as I am, here I am storming up to pull Beomgyu away, tears in my eyes as I shouted my speech.

"What is wrong with you people?! Do you have no heart? Why do you find the need to mock people? Do you find it funny or something? This is all just stupid. I can't stand here anymore and witness this."

With that I dragged him out of the scene and carried him to the back of the school. I sat him down and took off my jacket. I wrapped it around him and sat besides him. I didn't know if I should talk in this moment so I didn't.

"Why?" He said.

"I want your life to be happy."

"Why."

"Because you deserve it."

"..Thank you.."

I closed my eyes for a bit then left the weight of his head on my shoulder. I opened my eyes and stared at him. He looked relaxed for once and it made me smile a bit. I layed on his head and close my eyes.

I have no clue how to write angst I hope this isn't bad😕

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alpacaparkaseok · 4 years ago

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Book of Soulmates

pairing: Jungkook x reader

premise: the boys decide that it’s high time for Jungkook to meet his soulmate - especially after he loses it during one of the most serious parts of the performance.

“Oh! She’s also pretty good at Best of Me, but I’m telling you nothing will ever beat Jin’s part in-”

“I swear,” Jin interrupts the youngest, chuckling. “Do you know if the soulmate board has found her yet?”

Namjoon slaps Jin’s back a little too hard, completely oblivious. “Hyung, I think you want her to be found more than Jungkook. Are you gonna interrogate her or something?”

“No...I just have a few questions for her. Mainly, why me?”

Jungkook starts running in place, anxious for the concert to begin. “Well, we’ll see if she’s here tonight.”

Being a part of one of the most successful groups in the world certainly had its perks; one of those being the ability to track down soulmates.

It was something that the boys didn’t want to abuse, but it was also something that had them realizing that while many of them still hadn't met their soulmates - Hoseok had earlier in the year, by complete accident - it was high time for Jungkook to find his.

It all started with a certain ballad.

Jungkook shared a bond where he could hear whatever music his soulmate was currently listening to, so long as they were singing along. This gave his soulmate an obvious advantage: she easily found out that Jeon Jungkook was her soulmate. Who else had such a beautiful voice?

When the song ‘The Truth Untold’ finally graced the world, Jungkook anxiously awaited to hear if his soulmate liked the song. If she would sing it over and over again throughout the following weeks, at any time of day. He waited anxiously for the tell-tale sound of the girl singing in his head.

She loved the song.

And it’s been both a blessing and a curse ever since.

Something that Jungkook has come to find out about his soulmate: she’ll do anything to make him laugh. And usually at the most inopportune times.

Which is exactly what he’s preparing himself for right now, standing with the rest of the vocal line, struggling to keep a straight face. They’re nearing Jin’s part of the song, which is the hardest part to get through.

Mainly because of the horrible impression that echos through his head as his soulmate either sings the song in real time (it’s slightly alarming how many times she’s been right on time, regardless of the time zone Jungkook is currently in) or the memory of all the times he’s tried to imitate what it sounds like to his brothers has him barely holding back his laughter.

So tonight when Jin, looking ever so serious, gracefully does his best, Jungkook can’t help but choke down a laugh.

Not only does his soulmate pipe up at this exact moment, completely butchering Jin’s part in a way that he’s sure will always remain in his head, but Jin’s voice cracks.

The other boys give Jungkook a side glace, practically threatening him with his life if he loses it on stage right now. So, he does the only other thing he knows to do.

Lowering his head, he feigns crying even as his shoulders shake with laughter.

After the song, as they rush below stage, Jungkook can’t contain his laughter anymore. Shoulders shaking while he gives Jin a pitiful look, he just shrugs.

“I’m sorry,” he gasps while laughing, “It’s just so good. A-and then your voice-”

“Yah!” Jin shouts, stalking away while hiding a smile. “Go get changed!”

As Jungkook prepares with the rest of the boys for the next stage, Sejin appears with a serious expression. Everyone falls silent, Jungkook’s stomach knotting.

A couple of months ago Jungkook had sat down with the soulmate board of Bighit and filled out some paperwork which would hopefully help them to locate his soulmate. Tonight was the big test, and hearing her sing along was a sure sign. She’s here.

Jungkook had informed staff after their first set that he’d heard her singing along to every word. His hands were shaking as he did so.

“Hey guys,” Sejin begins with a docile tone. “Concert’s been great. Just finish up this set strong, alright?”

Jungkook stares at the manager with wide eyes, not needing to voice the question but doing so anyways. “Did you guys...?”

Sejin nods, a little smile adorning his face. “Yeah, we found her. Gave her and her friend a pass to come backstage immediately after. They’ll be escorted back.”

Jungkook’s heart stops for a split second before taking off again. Nodding more to himself than anyone, he bounces around on his feet. “Let’s go, then.”

The rest of the concert is a strange blur. Now that he knows for certain that his soulmate is out there in the crowd, he can’t help but look for her. While he knows that the chances of him recognizing her on the spot are slim to none, he still can’t help but wonder who it may be.

As the concert ends and Jungkook begins to descend below stage, he sees a couple of bodyguards weaving their way through the crowd, heading toward someone. He knows that they’re heading for his soulmate, to escort her backstage.

What follows are a series of breathing exercises, shaking hands, and tight hugs and words of reassurance from his hyungs. Once he’s finally changed into normal clothes, he watches as everyone else eats some dinner.

“You need to eat something, Jungkookie,” Jimin repeats for the third time. Jungkook stares at the food, not entirely seeing it.

Hoseok chuckles knowingly, sitting beside him. He ruffles his hair. “You’ll be fine,” he coos. “Better than fine.”

Jungkook settles a little at Hoseok’s words, knowing that they carry a bit more weight as he’s already met his soulmate. The older boy lingers for a moment longer before sneaking out of the room to call his soulmate.

When Sejin comes to collect Jungkook, he feels as though he’s walking through concrete. Heart practically pounding out of his chest, he hardly hears whatever it is Sejin is saying to him.

All too soon, they’re standing before a door which Jungkook knows they had hair and makeup done earlier. Sejin gives him a pat on the back.

“Ok, final test. Sing something softly, maybe something you know that they’ll sing back. Just to make sure,” Sejin mumbles.

Jungkook’s mind goes completely blank, but the last song that they sang today is still fresh in his mind.

Ever so quietly, Jungkook sings out.

“So show me...”

Almost immediately another voice rings out, not nearly as timid. “I’ll show you.”

A smile breaking out on his face, Jungkook doesn’t wait any longer to throw the door open.

Immediately his eyes fall on a girl that sits beside another one that is mid-bite. The other girl jumps up from the sofa, eyes wide and mouth slightly open.

The two soulmates stare for a moment, minds blank as they try to compute what’s actually happening in this moment. The other girl continues eating, chuckling softly.

“Aren’t you going to talk to him?” She nudges her friend forward, earning a glare in response.

Cheeks burning red, Jungkook’s soulmate chokes out, “Did...did I make you laugh today?”

Jungkook smiles while choking on a sob, stumbling forward until he envelopes his soulmate in his arms.

“Yes,” he breathes out. “And now you’ve made me cry.”

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#Jungkook soulmate au #jungkook x reader #bts x reader #bts soulmate au #bts music au #Jungkook music au #Jungkook fluff #bts fluff #bts x y/n #Jungkook x y/n #Jungkook requests #bts requests #bts x army

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1ddotdhq · 4 years ago

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💀Wed 28 Oct ‘20🏡

Zayn is back, Louis has pink hoodies (sort of), Liam is tik tokking like a pro, Harry feeds fish, Simon Cowell’s surgery recovery has stalled and is going poorly (great! couldn’t have happened to a more deserving human), but we’ve got too much real news to waste anymore time on that asshole!

We ended last night with ZAYN SINGING TO US!! Beautiful black and white footage of beautiful Zayn and his perfect voice; he shows us little snippets of himself crooning James Bay's Hold Back the River and Paolo Nutini's Last Request (not for the first time on this one, he did this song before in the lead up to Icarus Falls... more on that in a minute) while reading lyrics off his phone, captioned 'Cover Sessions.' Good god but I have missed his ethereal warbling! The post alone is an unexpected blessing and a gift but the implied promise of more to come?? YES PLEASE I CANNOT WAIT. Some wonder if it could be for a Spotify Sessions, others are screaming about how Icarus Falls' drop was preceded by weeks of black and white cover song videos on instagram (when asked at that time if he was releasing something he said “yes why else do you think I'd be on here singing for you??” LOL, adore this man, but also, hello!) Anyway yesterday we got not only music and the promise of more to come, but also interaction! He chatted in comments, offering a coy 'maybe' to a comment saying 'acoustic', posting laugh cry emojis at his own jokes (“no YOU stop”), and sending love back to his happy zquad, who were of course overwhelmed and over the moon. He's cut his hair off but with all he's given us today can we be sad? It's a small price to pay. James Bay reposted the cover of his song-- “nice one man x.”

Then, Louis officially dropped his Kill My Mind Lyric drop (on the 28th!!!): the lyric being represented is “the devil in my brain”, and it is indeed a skull with a tophat over a cauldron. The new stuff features the cute little logo embroidered on various black cold weather wear items (including a sweater!) and says 'lyric drop 2' inside the collar of the shirts. BUT! There’s more! We’ve got some more wavy walls hoodies in pink lettering, as well as fuzzy red lettering and a marble red and pink design. Love it! However, it was discovered that this new merch does not ship to India or LATAM (except Costa Rica) and honestly?? RUDE!! Louis’ LATAM fans are the FUCKING BEST (no I’m not biased wdym???). They do, however, ship to Vatican City for some reason so catch the Pope in his Walls merch! Louis did respond to this issue on twitter, though, and said, “I’ll get more info on this ASAP. Anywhere else?” so dioceses all over the world will soon be able to rock out in their KMM merch. Celebtm also came back for round three to tell everyone that they were removing themselves from the narrative until January (good riddance), but not before leaving a message from Michael Straus (ugh) to Louis and his “son” (the quote marks are theirs, not mine, in case you’re wondering where they stand on the issue). Straus’ last hurrah included claims that Briana gets a direct deposit from Louis (or his team) on the first of every month, spends it all immediately and is left destitute for the rest of the month, and that neither Briana nor Freddie have health insurance. He then offered to help Louis get custody of Freddie. Um, right. I’m sure his help would be invaluable. Also, we all agree that he’s a liar and likely doesn’t know shit and is trying to make himself seem like the hero instead of the gross misogynist he is right?

A story was also released about Harry’s car breaking down in the UK over the summer. He did what anyone would do (I suppose?) and knocked on someone’s door to see if they could help. Well, it turns out their daughter is a fan, so they invited him in for a cup of tea, and allowed him to snoop around her room. They even took a picture of him feeding her goldfish! The photographer who took the picture is (coincidentally?) a professional, who has worked with Kasey Musgraves before. The fan did not get to meet him, but he signed her album, and left her a note promising to meet her at a concert, which he would be inviting them to. Harry has done some other cool things in the last few days (being politically active IS cool), and has started filming DWD in Palm Springs. He was spotted by a fan (though no pictures were released) and he signed her phone cover - it reads “Golden” with a little heart.

Harry also ignited discourse by *shuffles papers,scratches head in confusion* his endorsement of Joe Biden? Well, there were a few layers to this condemnation. The first were the people who... thought he might be a Trump supporter and were disappointed that he was not? Well, uh, clearly they have not been paying close attention, because this man has been seen this year in a BLM rally, has shouted “fuck Boris, fuck the government”, and has waved multiple different pride flags (including the trans flag!) at his concerts. IDK how that screamed Trump supporter to some people. And then there were the people who were angry that he captioned the tweet “I would vote with kindness”. The words I have seen thrown around are “disingenuous” “privileged” and “this is not enough.” Well! Harry has often been criticized for encouraging fans to simply “vote” without talking specifics; now he's endorsed a candidate, just as requested! And while no one actually LIKES Biden there is no question (in any world except absurd fandom wank circles) that this endorsement is the correct one out of the viable candidates. He is not saying that Biden is himself kind, which yes would be weird, he is saying that voting for Biden is the kinder choice and you know what? He is correct. If you think that we at 1ddotd are gonna condemn him for taking a stance against a fascist, uh, THINK AGAIN!

It was confirmed that Liam’s mystery collab is Dixie D’Amelio, of tik tok fame, and I’m going to refrain from commenting until I hear the song! Liam continues to lean into both Christmas and Halloween by doing his spooky tik toks and NOT putting jump scare warnings in ANY OF THEM, thanks so much for that one Liam, love it loads! His fun, spooky, dorky ones (in full AWESOME looking makeup thanks to MUA Abby Roberts who’s quickly becoming a regular) are amazing though, and I will miss it when Halloween is over. And Niall was on the Elvis Duran show, mid-golf game with his cousin actually, to talk about them about his concert, the venue, the cause (calling his crew “like family”), and calling out the government (go Niall!)! He ALSO took to twitter and said, “I wish I could vote”. He would also not be voting for Trump, in case anyone actually needs that spelled out.

#zayn #louis #harry #liam #niall #hey ive seen some misinformation going around from my research from yesterday #if you agree with my theory that Louis both sign and rescinded VDP forms then the central premise #is that the money he's them is NOT CHILD SUPPORT in the legal sense its SOMETHING ELSE #based on the info we're seeing this IS whats happened and this matters because in this picture he CAN'T be the father #and for all the questions of 'why hasnt louis taken briana to court'#MY question is 'if louis has paternal rights why hasnt BRIANA taken HIM to court???'#also if youre like me in quarantine I recommend checking out a youtuber called Blake McClain #especially his Walls lyrical breakdown #because for the whole like two hours hes trying to get around saying that all the songs are about Harry because he KNOWS #but also doesnt want to say it on main and its very funny to try and watch him work around that #i wont spoil how he handles it BUT ITS AMAZING #anyways!#song of the day!#Forgetting You by Cam #im not kidding when i say that Changes is one of the things i am most looking forward to this weekend #also Discourse wrote Zayns part because she had THINGS TO SAY and I LOVE THEM ALL

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miraculous786 · 5 years ago

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Masterlist

It’s Your Birthday

"Why should we care that it's your birthday?"

"U-Um, you don't have to, I just-"

"What? Wanted to invite us to some lame party you've organised?" Alya remarked, "As if we'll come. Especially after you refused to bake cakes and decorate the hall for Lila's birthday by yourself."

Marinette slightly deflated, but nevertheless, turned her back on them. She made her way up the stairs in the classroom, as she felt several glares piercing the back of her head.

When she took her seat at the smooth wooden desk, she let out a deep breath. Her fingers grasped onto a thin pencil, and began to move across the notebook in front. Patterns swirled on the parchment, creating the sketch of a dress.

The colour of it was onyx. Green highlighted the waist and arms. A ruffle was drawn at the bottom of the skirt. Lastly, the outline of a cat's head stood out where the person's chest would be in lime.

Before she could think about listing the materials needed to make the clothing, she felt a slight pressure on her temple, accompanied with someone saying, "Happy Birthday, Bug."

Marinette turned to where Adrien was - to her left - and sent him a small smile. A pink dusted her features.

"Thanks Kitty," she greeted. "How's your morning been?"

"Me? What about you? It's your birthday!" the blond exclaimed, grinning.

"Oh! Well, we had pancakes and strawberries for breakfast, since its a tradition at home, and Maman helped me bake something!"

At the last words, Adrien had tiny stars in his emerald eyes.

The designer giggled, opening up her backpack and pulling out a plastic bag of fresh pastries. She placed them on the table, as she spoke, "Don't worry, I saved some for you!"

He peeked within the bag, and soon took out a large, buttery croissant. The model gave the food a look of absolute adoration, before scoffing it down in one go. Bliss was apparent on his face.

Marinette chuckled, but soon focused her gaze on Miss Bustier when the bell sounded in her ears. The teacher stood in a confident posture at the blackboard far away, and proceeded to speak.

"Hello, class. Before we start today's lesson, I wanted to say a Happy Anniversary to Lila!" Caline informed with a clap of the hands. "The song Jagged Stone made for her has officially been out for two years, and Lila has promised that she'll get us tickets to see his next performance!"

The whole class cheered, bar the couple in the back.

As Lila stepped to where Bustier was and told tales weaved of false thread, Adrien faced his girlfriend. Excitement marked his features.

"So, Princess," he stated. "What do you think the excuse will be this time?"

Marinette sighed aloud. "'Oh, Marinette sent me mean messages yesterday. I don't feel safe taking her to the concert because of what she said'," she imitated in a high-pitched tone.

Adrien gained an adoring smile on his lips, as he took her hand. Making prolonged eye contact, he said, "It's a good thing I can take us to the concert either way."

"Kitty, no!" the teen admonished, "Just because it's my birthday it doesn't mean you have to get me an expensive ticket!"

"Oh, hush," he murmured, pulling her into his chest. "You deserved to be spoiled, Bug."

Marinette blushed prettily, glancing down. Her boyfriend drew circles on her back for a while, yet his grip tightened on the girl in his arms when he saw the students at the front send venomous looks their way. Whispers of their names escaped their mouths.

"A-Adrien, I..."

"Ssshh, M'Lady. Any time now..."

"What?" she asked, moving a bit away from his embrace. "What's going to happen?"

The smug look he adorned made her raise a brow, when all of a sudden, the sound of the classroom door slamming open caused her to jump. Marinette let out a little squeak, burying her head into his body.

Adrien chuckled, gently tilting her head up and to the entrance of the room.

"Uncle Jagged!?"

"'Nette, Happy Birthday!" the rockstar shouted, running up to where she was. "Blondie here told me that you wanted a visit!"

"W-Wait, what?" Marinette questioned, turning to the boy, who simply shrugged.

She narrowed her eyes at him, however, didn't hesitate to accept Jagged Stone's hug. The man stroked her locks, asking, "How's my favourite niece doing?"

"Great!" the baker enthused. "And I've finished the suit you've commissioned."

"Rock and Roll - can't wait to try it on!" he exclaimed, kissing both of her cheeks.

"Marinette!" Alya thundered, "What are you doing?"

Said person shrunk at the reporter's tone, making Jagged send an annoyed glare at the one who caused the reaction.

"Have you got a problem, little lady?"

"Yes! Marinette told you something to get you to be here, didn't she?" Alya accused, suddenly pulling a pale student in front of her. "Lila's your real niece!"

Lila's eyes scanned about, searching for an exit. When she was brought forward, she frantically tried to shake the class off, though they didn't let go.

"Who?"

"Lila Rossi, the girl you made a song about!"

"Really?" Jagged Stone deadpanned. "The only girls I have sung about are Ladybug and Penny, so I'm not sure who this 'Layla' is."

"B-But she said that she saved your kitten!"

Snorting, the singer responded, "As if I'd have a cat, Penny's allergic."

"Wait, so...Lila was lying?!"

Marinette sent Adrien a shocked look, and his only response was a kiss to the back of her hand.

He pulled her away from Jagged - who was unknowingly unravelling Lila's lies at the very moment - and kissed her cheek.

"It's your birthday, Bug," he whispered, "And Princesses deserve to be spoiled."

~*~*~

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I Am Alive (chapter 6/?)

Deviant!Connor[RK800] x (fem!)Reader Rated M(18+) for canon-typical violence and gore, medical procedures, and graphic sexual content

Synopsis: You were a mechanical engineer, now a nurse for androids, who moved back to Detroit after the revolution to offer aid. After reconciling with an old friend, you became rather acquainted with his android partner.

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The rain had finally started to die down when Connor pulled into the Thirium Clinic's parking lot. There were only a couple other cars present, likely your coworkers.

The android retrieved an umbrella from his trunk before trotting over to the entrance. Not wanting to make a mess by dripping water all over the place, he decided to wait outside, beneath the awning covering the front entrance.

"I'm right outside," he messaged you.

Not even a full minute later, a nurse came sprinting through the building, over to the front door. He could see her through the window, and lifted a brow at the sight. She smacked the door with her side, swinging it open, and hung half her body out the doorway.

"Are you Connor?" she asked, beaming with a wild grin.

"...yes," he replied, feeling strangely uneasy under her gaze.

The nurse stuck her head back inside and shouted, "I told you he was an android! You owe me twenty bucks!"

She turned back around to face Connor. "You can come inside - already a mess in here anyway," she said before immediately flinging herself back inside.

Connor hesitated for a moment before letting himself in; sure enough, the roof had leaked at the seam, which allowed water to come pouring in through a gap in the wall. There were puddles everywhere. The nurses for closing shift didn't seem the least bit perturbed by it.

"We've been dying to meet you," the nurse who had made a bet about him proclaimed.

Another nurse approached, a backpack slung over his shoulder. He fished his wallet out of his pocket and threw a folded twenty-dollar bill at the other nurse. It smacked her on the side of the head before fluttering to the ground.

She hastily snatched it off the floor and waved it in the air, laughing maniacally for a second. She shoved the crinkled bill in her pocket before turning her head to the android.

"Soooo, what do you do, Connor?" she asked sweetly.

"I'm a detective with the Detroit Police Department," Connor answered, his hand unconsciously lowering to straighten his tie. Considering it was sopping wet, it was a pointless effort.

"That puts a new meaning to 'blue blood', huh?" she teased, elbowing the other nurse.

"Sir, I want this woman arrested for shitty jokes," he said dryly. "It's physically hurting me."

"Tch. Shut up," she retorted, lacking any real spite. In fact, she was still smiling. "My jokes are amazing."

"They're criminal," he retorted, lip twitching.

You came around the corner, bag in tow, jacket zipped up over your scrubs, hair pulled back sloppily. Your eyes landed on Connor and-

-oh damn.

He had said he got caught in the rain; but, he wasn't just a little dampened, he was absolutely soaked, clothes clinging to his body. The best part was that Connor didn't seem the least bit perturbed by his state, standing there, completely unbothered by it.

"You're a little wet?" you chuckled as you walked up to him.

Connor's lip twitched into a nervous smile. "Sorry. I promise the car is dry - well, except for the driver's seat."

You looked up at Connor's freckled face like a lovestruck moron. A week and some odd days was way too long. He was more handsome than you remembered, gorgeous smile on his lips, brown eyes reflecting the shiny, obnoxious overhead lights. His LED was shining a magnificent blue.

"So, this is the one you've been keeping from us?" the female nurse teased as the party headed for the door. The male nurse took care of the light switches along the way.

"Everyone needs to be protected from you," the male nurse jutted in, loudly, to make sure she heard him.

"I haven't been keeping him from you," you laughed.

"You probably should," the female nurse teased. "He's way too cute."

You seemed embarrassed by that, a slight blush on your cheeks, trying to hold back soft laughter. You were forthcoming with how attracted you were to him in private; yet, Connor still felt pride bubble up inside him when that same attraction was presented in front of others.

Was that... normal?

"See you idiots tomorrow," you teased on the way out. The male nurse locked the door while the other stayed behind so they could walk to their car together.

Connor was prepared to open the umbrella, but realized the raining had stopped.

"Let's hurry before it picks back up," you said before starting a trot over to Connor's car.

As soon as you slid into the passenger, tossing your bag into the back, you realized it was still warm in the car.

"Did you...?" you uttered as Connor slid into the driver's seat. "-run the heater for me?"

"Yes," he replied plainly.

"Oh - thank you." You felt embarrassed knowing that he took the time to be mindful of things that, as an android, he was unaffected by.

Connor started the car and carefully peeled out of the parking lot.

"Your coworkers are very curious of me," Connor observed. You glanced over at him, perfect posture, hands on the wheel in the textbook locations they were supposed to be. You hadn't thought about it when he brought you to his apartment, but Connor drove a manual transmission. It made you wonder if he used his car for work more than he let on. Or maybe he just felt more comfortable like this?

"Yeah, they're just being dorks," you replied softly, tearing your eyes away from him.

"I hope they don't trouble you."

Connor left it unspoken; but, you knew what he was referring to.

"Oh - no, it's not - people are just like that. It has nothing to do with you being an android," you insisted. "You know - they're just being nosy."

"I understand. Officers at the precinct enjoy gossiping about each other's relationships," Connor said, some intrigue in his voice.

"Oh?" You hummed. "What kind of gossip goes on about you?"

"I don't believe they think I am capable of it," Connor explained.

Capable of dating? -of sex? His words brought a frown to your face, not that it was particularly surprising. You had wondered what kind of environment Connor worked in. Was he an equal part of the team or just another android? Somehow, you doubted it was the former. Hank was probably the only one who gave him any respect.

"It doesn't bother me," Connor added, sensing your frustration.

"Oh, I - I shouldn't butt into your job," you said.

"I don't see it as 'butting in'," Connor uttered. His eyes had been focused on the road; but, he let them shift to you for a second. "I like when you ask questions about me."

That made you smile. He said it as if it was something he wasn't quite used to experiencing. "Then, I have something I wanna ask - is there anything you've wanted to do? -something you were afraid to ask about? -or, just, didn't have the chance?"

Connor's LED shifted to yellow for a moment as he pondered your question.

"A concert," he blurted out. Not expecting that answer, you looked over at him, intrigued. He seemed really concentrated, taking your question very seriously.

"They seem overwhelming," he added on with some uncertainty. "But, I think it would be fun to experience something like that," he continued, sounding a bit more confident this time. His LED shifted back to blue.

"You know you said you wanted to treat me to something?" You asked. "Then, let's do a concert."

"Well, I - uhm - wanted it to be something that you wanted," he said, almost apologetically.

"I do," you said with a chuckle, shifting your eyes back to the road. "I haven't been to one since I was a kid. It'll be fun. -and, taking you to your first concert would be an honor."

"I'll do my best to make it enjoyable," he stated - no, promised.

"You don't have to-" you began, cutting yourself off when you realized he wasn't really going to listen. You grumbled quietly to yourself. When your eyes shifted to the android for a second, you caught him smiling.

Sometime later, the car slid into your driveway.

You remained seated, staring ahead like an idiot. Connor didn't say anything, either because he was polite, or because he didn't want to leave.

"Do you wanna come inside and dry off?" you blurted, turning to Connor.

He seemed surprised by your question, eyebrows lifting slightly.

"I - I mean-" you sputtered. Simultaneously, Connor answered, "yes."

You smacked your mouth shut, and Connor uttered, "I don't want to keep you up late?" not very convincingly.

"You wouldn't," you squeaked. "-and some towels to dry your car?"

"T-that would be nice," Connor stated, a little more confidently.

"Y-yea," you stammered before rotating around to slip out of the car. Connor shut it off while you fished your bag out of the backseat and scurried inside.

You tossed your bag onto the dining table - that was never actually used for dining - and made a dash for the master bathroom. After fishing out some towels, you returned to the entryway, where Connor had waited patiently.

"I might have something that fits you if you want a change of clothes?" you offered as you handed him the towels. "I could go look for - uhm..."

You could have smacked yourself being this way. You were dating, had sex, for fucks sake. This shouldn't be so damn hard.

"Thank you," Connor replied, caught off guard by the offer. "Are you s-?"

"It's no trouble," you interrupted him gently, giving him an encouraging nudge.

Connor returned to his car and you sprinted into your bedroom to rummage through your dressers. You definitely had some oversized lounge pants that would fit him. When you fished them out - light grey, strings missing - you tossed them onto the bed and kept digging.

Sure enough, you had a couple white T-shirts leftover from your days in uni. The course demanded white and you decided to buy men's because they were cheaper, and large was the only size they had left at the time. At least, they were going to come in handy again.

The android was waiting in your entryway again when you exited to look for him.

"Hope this is alright?" you offered, holding the clothes up.

He hardly glanced at them. "Anything would be adequate."

Anything? Well, geez, then wear nothing.

-you wanted to say.

"You can come inside," you laughed, gesturing to the hallway that led to your bedroom. Connor followed you through the living room to your bedroom and into the connected bathroom. You set the clothes on the countertop near the sink. When you turned around, Connor was already undressing.

It wasn't new, but-

-it still swarmed your tummy with butterflies.

To distract yourself, and so you wouldn't stare at him stupidly, you retreated to your bedroom to change out of your scrubs and into something more comfortable. Connor stepped out of the bathroom just in time to see you pull a shirt over your head and cover any exposed skin.

You turned to see him standing there, looking almost nervous, out of his element. Up until now, you had only seen Connor dressed prim and proper, or not dressed at all. He looked startlingly good in a plain white shirt and grey lounge pants, or maybe you just liked how domestic it was.

You were about to blurt out a question: to ask him if he was thirsty. When you remembered, he couldn't.

"Oh - uhm - I forgot something," you uttered, stepping towards him.

"What was it?" he asked, brow furrowing. "Do we need to go back to the-"

Connor silenced himself when he saw you leaning in, the look in your eyes ushering him closer. He met you halfway. It was brief, chaste, but enthusiastic. He closed his eyes, and let himself get swept away for a moment. It felt good, maybe better than it did last time because he was starving, something he didn't know he was capable of.

When you leaned back, you uttered against his mouth, "thank you for the ride."

Connor's LED flashed red as he contemplated leaning back in and claiming your mouth again. You were also standing between him and your bed. All it would take was a little nudge to get you falling onto the sheets.

No-

-that was-

-inappropriate.

His LED hummed to yellow and then back to blue as he calmed his processor.

"No need to thank me," he replied, almost robotically.

You turned away, saying over your shoulder, "gonna get a drink."

As Connor followed you into the kitchen, he looked around your house casually. It was simple, furnished lightly, hardly any decorations. Then again, you had just moved back here not too long ago.

In the kitchen, you poured some juice from a pitcher in the fridge, and sipped it. The android joined you in the kitchen and leaned against the counter, posture slouching, collar on the shirt wide enough that it exposed his collar bones.

"Not as fancy as your apartment," you commented, noticing he was looking around.

"I didn't realize it was," he replied, sincere. "Hank referred to it in that sense, as well."

You laughed quietly before chugging the rest of your drink. It was easy to see Hank saying something like that about Connor's apartment. He probably had a few other choice words that Connor decided not to mention.

"I bet you two had some crazy shenanigans when you first met," you said, beaming at Connor.

Connor chuckled warmly, looking down at the floor for a second. "The first night we met, I had - ugh - spilt Hank's drink and he threatened to attack me, and I informed him that I was 'worth a small fortune'."

"Oh?" you chuckled. "How much we talkin' here? I've got student loan debts," you teased, tapping your chin in faux consideration.

The corner of Connor's lip twitched. "Are you plotting to get rid of me for a profit?" he asked, voice lowering an octane. It was clear he was joking, but there was something a little dangerous to his tone.

"Maybe-" you laughed.

"Because that is very illegal," Connor explained. The laughter drained from your face and you stared at him, very much enjoying the change in tone in his voice. His eyes were the only indicator that he wasn't being serious. Something mischievous was in his gaze.

You saw his LED fade form blue to yellow as he continued, "as an officer of the law, I would have to arrest you for conspiring to comit a crime." His slight grin broke the tension in his voice.

"What if I said I was sorry?" you offered, stepping into his space. Connor looked down at you, crossed between predatory and innocent. Sometimes, it startled you how he managed to look like a seasoned detective and eager rookie at the same time.

He had a few inches on you. You loved how he had to crane his neck a little to catch your eyes.

"You can't bribe me," he uttered carefully.

You hummed, accepting the challenge that Connor had not realized he made. Your hands fell onto his chest, slowly falling down the material of the shirt, testing the waters. Connor let you, standing stiffly against the counter. He was staring at you fiercely.

What if-

Would he like it if-

Part of you was afraid he would be uncomfortable by the suggestion. Part of you wanted to take the risk.

The look in Connor's eyes changed drastically when you slowly sunk to the ground in front of him, like he suddenly had no idea what was going on.

"Ugh-" he stammered when your hands lowered to the hem of his shirt, pushing the fabric up and out of the way to dig your fingers into the hem of his sweatpants. He was already pitching a tent, you realized, as your face lowered to crotch level.

Oh-

-he definitely knew what was going on.

Connor gripped the edge of the counter for dear life. "I-I was just joking," he stammered out. "You don't have to-"

"I know," you replied, giving him a very real smile.

Connor visibly relaxed, his panicked eyes shifting between your eyes and your mouth. You saw his adam's apple bob, a gesture that he had no need for, being an android.

"Do you want me to stop?" you asked, hands stopped at his waist.

His LED flashed to red for a second before returning to its golden hue. "No," he replied lowly.

Connor looked incredibly nervous despite the fact that this wasn't your first sexual encounter together. He had given you amazing lip service last time, and you were dying to return the favor. You didn't exactly get the opportunity to appreciate his anatomy properly.

You slipped the hem of his lounge pants down until his cock bobbed free. He wasn't fully hard yet, which surprised you because you didn't know that was an option. You had anticipated it would behave like an on and off switch; however, it seemed that you had misjudged the intricacies of his anatomy.

You pressed a kiss to the tip and heard Connor sharply suck a breath in through his nose.

"You okay?" you uttered, your lips still close, knowing full well he would feel your breath against his skin.

His LED flickered to red again for a brief second before back to yellow. You were tantalized by the thought of what exactly it was you were doing to him: what buttons were you pushing, what types of thoughts rushed through his mind.

His brown eyes were hypnotizing, more beautiful than anything you had ever seen before and expressive to a fault. They constantly changed between raw hunger and innocent passion.

"Yes," Connor eventually answered.

You ducked your head down to kiss at the base and slowly trailed back to the tip, taking your sweet ass time to mask the fact that you were admiring him.

You wrapped your dominant hand around him, reveling in the feel of his skin. It was smooth, velvety, dragged along the artificial organ beneath. It was easy, very easy, to forget that his cock wasn't real. It was indistinguishable from any human's.

He had freckles on his thighs, like sprinklings of spilt coffee, and freckles in the dip where his thigh met his torso. His pubes were neatly assembled around his base and trailed up to end beneath his belly button, soft but still wiry like real hair.

-somebody took the time to make him look this, you realized.

You had to force that thought away. This wasn't about that, this was about him.

You pushed those thoughts away by sucking the tip into your mouth and sinking halfway down, forcing a strangled grunt from the android. You felt him harden fully, stiffening in your mouth. It startled you a little. You shifted back to the tip, lapped your tongue at the underside, and sunk back down. Connor moaned, a staticky, broken sound.

Oh. You had missed those noises: his voice box going on the frits as his processor was too busy focusing on the feelings in his sex to simultaneously deliver proper audio output.

Eager, spurred on by his beautiful noises, you took in as much as you could and near choked, sputtering and coughing when you went too deep.

Connor's hand landed on your shoulder and he huffed out a weak, "a-are you okay?"

You hummed around his member - the vibration briefly putting him on edge - and slid back. Keeping your hand around the spot that you recognized as your limit, you bobbed your head back down, till your lips met your palm. You stroked what your mouth couldn't fit.

Connor's hand maneuvered off your shoulder to the back of your head, where he caressed you with the type of loose touch that suggested he was afraid to grab you too hard. He stared like he was possessed, awestruck at the sight of his cock disappearing past your lips, overwhelmed by the simple fact that you wanted to do this to him.

He wasn't sure why-

You had engaged in intercourse-

-but this-

-this was different.

Connor was released into the world with a different understanding of humans compared to most androids. While he was given instructions on who to obey and when, he wasn't exactly made to serve humans, at least not traditionally as most androids were.

That translated to having a knowledge for social issues that most androids did not.

As such, he knew full well that there was a power dynamic in this action, one that could be perceived as degrading. You were on your knees, servicing his phallus with your mouth-

-surrendering of power.

-giving of trust.

But, when he took in the sight of you, cheeks flushed pink, lips swollen from the friction, eyes closed peacefully and brow lowered in concentration - you seemed pleased at the opportunity to do this to him. Maybe Connor understood; after all, he had dived face first into your sex the second it was presented to him.

Lost in his thoughts - trying not to be lost in his thoughts - trying not to overanalyze, or analyze at all - Connor failed to realize he had been puffing out little noises through his mouth each time his cock slid back into your mouth. It was a faint sound that resembled an inhale.

You heard it, and you loved it - you loved that you could do that to him: this powerful android.

His fingers were tangled loosely in your hair, barely holding on, mostly as a gesture of praise than to maintain control. You did, however, notice the faint way his hips shifted forward slightly, urging you to continue when you sunk back down. You cupped your free hand over his hip and uselessly attempted to hold him down. He seemed to notice, eventually, and suddenly halted his movements.

In your enthusiasm, you managed to drool all over him. Excess saliva coated your palm, which aided in jerking him off. Your hand trailed behind your mouth when you slid back and forth, creating a symphony of lewd, wet noises. You paused to suction tightly around him and carefully draw back to the tip. Connor hissed out a loud, staticky, "aahhhh."

He was trying to watch you; but, as his orgasm approached, his optic sensor began to fail him. He could feel the tension rising in his core, his thirium pump overexerting to keep up with the demand on his processor. His sensor's focus was shifting to his cock, the feeling of the countertop digging into his back starting to go numb.

Connor's fingers suddenly tightened against the back of your head, the pads of his fingers gently digging into your skull. He seemed like he couldn't decide if he wanted to pull you off or push you down.

"W-wa - s-stop," he panted. "-m close-"

You pulled off with an obscene, wet sound, giving him just the slightest break, enough to refocus his eyes. Your hand lowered for a second to cup his sack. Of course, that felt as real as it looked. You squeezed gently and saw his jaw tighten.

"Why do you want me to stop?" you uttered, voice a little hoarse. You almost didn't recognize yourself, sounding so sinful.

"I want to..." he responded lowly, trailing off as you started stroking him again, tugging gently at his shaft. Connor didn't know what the correct answer was. He wanted to touch and please you, too; but, he wasn't being entirely selfless. He wanted to take you again.

"What's your refractory period?" you uttered, sounding quite debauched, lips wet and jaw tired.

Connor gawked at you for a moment, and you ate up that delicious expression. He looked fucked out of his mind, gaze hazy and cheeks red.

"4.27 seconds," he answered lowly.

You almost laughed. He definitely searched his manual for the answer to that.

"Then, come for me," you encouraged, immediately drawing him back into your mouth. It startled a moan out of him.

You were more enthusiastic this time, drawing in as much as you could and sliding back tightly, mouth hot and dripping wet with saliva. The sensation started to claw its way through him again.

He didn't have to obey humans anymore. He broke down every wall that his programming had built up around his free will. However, your gentle command, breathed like a plea on his skin, spurred him on. He doubted he could stop even if he wanted to.

Connor let go of your head and let his hand slide down your back, settling at the top of your spine. He hunched over, thighs trembling and groaning, something like the thrum of an engine rumbling in his chest, mingled with the voice of his audio output unit and the mechanical pieces in his chassis. He moaned hoarsely, a sound that wasn't quite human. His hips shifted, bucking gently into your mouth, as he chased the sensation.

It shouldn't have-

-but fuck if it didn't make your clit throb painfully.

You slid back to the tip so you could look up and catch the sight of him doubled over in pleasure. His eyes were squeezed shut, jaw clenched, LED shining magnificent crimson. There was a faint red tint to his cheeks and the tops of his ears. Fuck, he looked beautiful - and you, you did that.

You fluttered your eyes shut and continued working him over through his orgasm, until he relaxed against the counter, straightening his posture. His hand maneuvered around to cup your jaw and gently pull you off of him. He was huffing in air to cool his systems, eyes taking in your face with adoration.

"You okay?" you asked lowly, ignoring the ache in your jaw and the numbness in your mouth from the friction.

"Y-yeah," he breathed.

He reached for you with his other hand, bending over slightly to help you rise off your knees. As soon as you were standing, his arms wrapped around your back and tugged you in. He claimed your mouth hungrily. You reciprocated as best you could, feeling less like you were being kissed and more like you were being devoured, not that you minded.

Your hands gripped his shoulders for dear life while one of his hands maneuvered to the back of your neck, holding gently to keep you where he wanted you. He liked how puffy your lips felt, tasting you with the knowledge that you were just tasting him - that this sinful mouth brought him to completion - that you wanted to do that to him.

Rutting against each other in the kitchen, you realized he was still hard as steel between you. Either taking consideration for the question you had asked him... or, maybe, he decided that he just wasn't done with you yet.

Connor pulled back when you started huffing pathetic breaths of air through your nose. You gasped when your mouth was finally free.

"Sorry - sorry," he stammered out.

You huffed a short, breathless laugh. Sorry for wanting you so bad... the nerve.

Connor ducked his head down into your neck and lapped his tongue against your throat. You hummed at the sensation, letting your head fall back, easing into the touch.

"Please?" he pleaded into your neck. One of his hands was teasing the hem of your pajama bottoms, right at the base of your spine.

"Mhmm," you hummed pathetically.

The android's hand dipped down, past the hem of your panties and in between your thighs. His longest digit dipped between your folds. You were already dripping wet and slippery with arousal. His finger glided through your folds and found your entrance effortlessly, slipping in with ease.

"Oh," Connor breathed against your throat, surprised by how soaked you were. His breath was hot like the exhaust out of an engine and nearly burned your skin.

You were so, so warm on the inside, walls squishy and compliant to his intrusion. He almost couldn't believe that you had gotten this excited over sucking him off.

He crooked his finger and you cried out, "fuck!" breathless and desperate, clinging to him like you were afraid you were going to fall. He continued that gesture, stretching you tenderly. At this angle, he couldn't reach your clit. But, that was fine; right now, you just wanted him inside you.

"Okay - okay - that's enough," you urged, pushing at him until he let go. "Bed - bed - please."

You had intended for Connor to turn around and walk and you would follow behind him; you didn't expect the android to scoop you up and carry you effortlessly through the house.

"Wait - wait," you pleaded before he could set you on the bed. Connor complied and carefully set you down on your feet, looking at you with nervous eyes, as if he had made a mistake.

You gave him a soft smile and then a gentle push and then another, until he got the message and sat down at the edge of the bed. His palms fell into the sheets and he leaned back slightly, staring at you with bright, brown eyes and LED a vibrant gold hue.

You admired him as you slid your bottoms and underwear off, very much enjoying how he looked, seated at the edge of your bed, cock hanging out, hungry look in his eyes.

He was oozing lubrication from the tip in preparation for what was to follow. His eyes didn't leave yours when he reached down to smear it down his shaft. He didn't intend to make a show of it; but, you looked down and stared just a little longer than necessary.

When you approached, he stopped, and let that hand fall back into the sheets. You took hold of his shoulders and carefully climbed onto his lap, thighs on either side of his.

"Oh," Connor sighed, suddenly understanding why you had nudged him onto the bed.

You smiled, feeling like a seductress. Your forehead fell against his and a sigh slipped free when you felt that velvety tip brush against your folds. You shifted your hips and lowered, slowly impaling yourself on his length.

Connor's head fell back and he hummed, groaning low in his throat. The faint distortion in his sound lit a fire in your belly. His hands lifted to brush your thighs, sliding up to settle at your hips. He touched carefully, as if he wasn't sure if he was allowed to. The look he was giving you was tantalizing: hunger and adoration.

You gripped his shoulders for balance and slid up until his cock was only halfway inside you before rolling your hips back down. You moaned, fanning hot air over his cheeks. Again, he managed to leave you awestruck.

"Ohh, Connor," you breathed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to bring him in closer.

The android nuzzled his face into your neck, resisting the urge to thrust up into you. Your mouth was warm; but, your sex was burning hot, muscles fluttering around him.

Connor peppered kisses along your jaw, artificial breath heavy on your skin, expelling the heat generated from his processor. You could feel the texture change in his hands when his skin faded away to expose the android flesh beneath. It didn't bother you if he gained pleasure in analyzing you. It must have, for Connor groaned into the skin of your neck.

His hands lifted suddenly, curling beneath the hem of your shirt. You removed your arms from him briefly so he could pull the fabric through and toss it somewhere in the room to be forgotten. Connor's shirt followed soon after.

Your bodies clung together again, chest to chest. This time, Connor's mouth sought out yours. The kiss wasn't particularly wet; but, it was noisy, sloppy, fleshy sounds echoing between you. His hands continued to smooth up and down your back, the rough texture of his android skin leaving goosebumps.

"Is it uncomfortable?" he uttered, some insecurity in this tone. He was so close, his lips brushed yours when he spoke.

"Not at all," you panted against his mouth.

You nudged against him until he complied and leaned back, flat on the bed. You braced your hands on his chassis, palms flat on his chest. Connor stared up at you like he had no idea where he was. His hands continued tracing an invisible trail along your waist and thighs, like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

You rolled your hips, riding him a little more enthusiastically. "Oohh fuck," you uttered, low in your throat, breathlessly. Connor stared, awestruck at the sight of you above him, shifting your hips to take him in deeper, hands pressing down on him. The pleasured look on your face, eyes closed and mouth open, while you took and took was enough to drive him insane.

He was trying to be still, in case this was how you wanted him to be. But, he could sense your frustration, hear it in your voice, feel it in the way your hips shuddered, trying to grind down harder, to get him deeper.

"Please," you whimpered pathetically, eyes fluttering open to look down at him: freckles splattered down his body, muscles tight as the tension rose in his body, pleasure etched across his face.

Connor experimentally lifted his hips to meet yours. Your eyes fell shut and you moaned loudly. Well, he didn't have to be told twice.

After a few thrusts, your hands slipped and you fell on him, chest to chest. Your hands fell onto the sheets and you briefly attempted to sit back up; however, Connor kept the momentum going. Immediately, you gave up and went limp above him, letting him drive into you at the speed he wanted.

You lifted up onto your elbows to kiss him. You missed and pressed a sloppy wet kiss against his cheek. Thinking it was intentional, Connor kissed back against your cheek. You would have laughed if not for the fact that he was churning up your insides.

Your head fell into his hair where you uttered lewd encouragements . "Please - please - mm'close. Con - nor - fuck me - aghh. Don't - stop." He turned his head, lips falling against the shell of your ear. Likely, he intended to say something; however, all that came out was static. Of all things, it was that that pushed you over the edge. You panted and wheezed above him, shuddering violently. Connor could feel it in the thundering of your heartbeat and the way your walls tightened around him.

Connor's head tilted back, pressed down into the sheets, and his eyes pinched shut. His LED was a magnificent shade of crimson.

When he finally stilled, his hands were still holding your waist.

"Connor?" you breathed, finding the strength to lean up and look at him.

His eyes were closed and he wasn't moving.

"Connor?" you asked again, some panic rising in your voice. He turned his head with a small twitch, eyes blinking in tune with his LED. The color softened to blue. "Did you soft reboot?" you asked, concern heavy in your tone.

"N-no," the android replied quietly. "Was just..." he trailed off. "Really good."

You exhaled a heavy sigh of relief. "You worried me."

Slowly, carefully, you lifted off of him. The skin on Connor's hands returned, holding you to try to help. Your legs were sore; but, it was worth the hunger satiated in your core.

"What was it you were trying to say earlier?" you asked softly, taking a seat beside him to catch your breath.

Connor was watching you carefully, likely to make sure you were okay. His brow furrowed slightly at your question and he shifted his eyes nervously away from you.

"I wanted to... to say something that you would like," he offered.

"You mean, dirty talk?" you replied softly, voice dripping with interest.

"Yes," he confessed quietly.

"You did that last time, too," you commented, rising to your feet. Connor watched you curiously, waiting for an explanation. "You said there were things you wanted to do me, and when I asked what those were, you didn't answer."

"I'm... afraid I will say something you won't like," he confessed quietly.

"Connor," you said his name breathlessly. "I doubt there's anything you would say that I wouldn't like. Do you wanna run one by me?"

Connor was leaning up, seated at the edge of the bed. You stepped in close to him and caressed his cheek with your hand. Connor leaned into the touch. You loved the way his skin felt, like he had just shaved yesterday morning, even though that was impossible.

His eyes flickered up to yours, uncertainty in them.

"That... you're mine," he uttered quietly, so quietly that you almost didn't hear him. "It feels wrong."

"It can be," you said, honest, sincere. "But, I don't think you mean it that way. You don't ever try to control me or tell me what to do. You're protective and sometimes that can feel possessive and that isn't always a bad thing. You always know what's right and what's wrong, Connor."

"I don't think I always know what's right," he retorted gently. "I don't want to control you." He sounded almost pained by the mere thought of it. "But, sometimes, I feel like..."

"It's new and can be a little scary; but, I trust you, no matter what..."

Connor pressed a kiss against your palm before gently removing your hand from his face. "I don't want to hurt you..."

You rolled your eyes gently, fondly. "You said that last time, too." He was still holding your hand; so, you gently squeezed back. "You care so much about what I want," you breathed. "I know that you would stop if I asked you to. I want you to feel comfortable with me - that you can be yourself..."

Connor's eyes shot up to your face. "I do," he proclaimed, sounding almost insulted at the suggestion. "I just - I-... I don't want to lose control."

You returned beside him on the bed.

"-of myself," he added on.

"Connor," you began fiercely. He seemed a bit surprised by your tone change. "We all feel that way sometimes: afraid we'll lose ourselves. I'm not telling you to not be afraid, just that-... -that-... -that you aren't alone."

His LED shined yellow for a moment, eyes focused on yours as he pondered over your words. His LED shifted back to blue and his shoulders relaxed. The android leaned in and nuzzled his nose against your cheek. You smiled at the intrusion.

"Connor?" you whispered, questioning, hopeful.

"Thank you," he murmured against your skin.

“Are you okay?” you asked, leaning back to look into his eyes.

“I feel better,” he uttered.

You nodded, maintaining his gaze for a few seconds longer, hoping that he would tell you if something was wrong. He seemed more relaxed now, brown eyes warm and inviting. To further prove his point, Connor stole a quick kiss from your lips, then another, and one last one.

You pulled back with a smile and rose to your feet. "I better get to bed... You-... you can-... -whatever you'd like." You wanted to ask him to stay, but wanted him to make that decision without your interference.

"I'd like to stay?" he asked sincerely. “I’ll have to leave before you get up...”

You nodded with a smile and retreated into the bathroom to clean up and brush your teeth. When you returned, Connor was already tucked into the sheets, like he belonged there. You turned the lights off before joining him.

"Do you have a band you want to see?" you uttered tiredly into your pillow.

"Not in particular," he answered quietly, shuffling in close to nuzzle up against your back. His bare legs tangled with yours, having ditched the lounge pants. You smiled against your pillow, thinking that maybe there was no point in suggesting clothes since you had a track record of ending up this way.

"My favorite band is Starset if you want to try them out?" you offered, pausing halfway to yawn.

Connor nodded into the flesh of your shoulder. He waited patiently until your breathing pattern shifted, telling him that you were asleep.

He searched the internet for that band and immediately recognized one of the members as an android. He wondered if it was a coincidence that you enjoyed music made by an android. Or, maybe, all things considered, that made perfect sense.

The first song that came up was titled 'Starlight'. He listened to it in its entirety and found the lyrics left a strange hole in his chest.

♪ ♫ “So say the word and I'll be running back to find you...

A thousand armies won't stop me - I'll break through...

I'll soar the endless skies for only one sight...

Of your starlight...” ♫ ♪

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