#yoo iseol x reader

[kyannae]

I'VE JUST SEEN YOUR REQ FOR SUGGESTIONS AND.. listen.... hear me out...

Kisses with ...Cheong Myeong and Yoo Iseol.... kisses hcs??? I'm all for it. Simple scenarios where you kiss them and they return it?? hell yeah. Maybe you could do "the [number] you did [action], and the one time they return it"..... I'm just hungry for kisses I am a starving young victorian child PLEASE OTHER THAN THAT !! I hope you have a great day :3

KISSES，↷ cheongmyeong, yu iseol

summary: kisses with cheongmyeong and iseol~

category: fluff!! | gn!reader

warnings: nil~ very rare. they are all so angst material. 😓

a/n: did yall miss me chat. LOL. im so sorry for taking so long to write this up...life was ass.

"myeong, sahyung is calling for you." you knocked against the trunk of the tree cheongmyeong was on, the said male peering at you from his relaxed position.

"ugh, did he find out i stole wine again?" he let out a little hiccup at the end. "obviously. and, you skipped training." you replied, seeing the male hop down from his spot. "aw, don't be like that, n/n!" he attempted to flick your forehead, which you blocked with ease.

"oh, come on. did you really have to block that? you knew that I didn't put any force-"

kiss.

cheongmyeong stilled, lips parted in disbelief as he stared at you licking your lips. "mh, plums. basic taste." you looked back up at him. "what?"

cheongmyeong's face erupted into a deep shade of red, as he pointed a finger at you accusingly.

"y-you...you!" he stuttered, finger trembling slightly. you snorted, before bursting out in laughter. "god! you look so funny right now, i wish i could show this to-"

kiss.

you froze, seeing cheongmyeong smirk. his face was still red, but he had that stupid proud grin on his face.

"that's...!" you sputtered, covering your face with your hands. "...not fair." you muttered, steam rising from your face comically.

cheongmyeong full on belly laughed, rolling on the floor. you glared at him, before raising your leg to kick his abdomen. he let out a choking-like sound, clutching his stomach.

iseol was beautiful- a fact that everyone agreed on, but they could never see how breathtaking she looked under the moonlight. this scene was for your eyes only.

"hah! I'm going to tell sahyung thay you were so drunk to the point where you fell off the tree." you turned around, stomping off to your senior, cheongmyeong raising a hand weakly to try and stop you.

"you look beautiful, iseol." you complimented, brushing some stray hairs away from her face. iseol turned her head over to look at you, giving you a small smile.

"you look equally as stunning, y/n." she replied, your smile turning into a grin at her words. silence ensued, the both of you simply enjoying the breeze.

however, suddenly-

kiss.

iseol whipped her head around so fast that she might've gotten whiplash, looking at you with wide eyes. you were facing away from her, likely too embarrassed to face her.

she smiled, eyes forming crescent like shapes. "oh y/n," she said endearingly, gently cupping your face. "look at me."

"iseol..." you murmured, avoiding eye contact as you turned your head to face hers.

kiss.

© kyannae

iseol smiled, pulling away to admire your appearance under the moonlight. "i love you, y/n." she said, placing another kiss on the crown of your head. "you're mine, forever."

[enihk-writes]

[you look so pretty and i love this view]

pairing: yu iseol x afab!she/her!reader

summary: you realise that you might like your senior sister more than you originally thought.

word count: 1.66k

author's note: based this on that one time i realised i was in love with my then best friend, who turned out to be super homophobic but we're going to ignore that reality. mom says my fanfic, my rules. (the story of us falling out is in the tags kurghhhh)

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laundry day was always the busiest time of the week.

well, it's not like you had anything better to do, as one of the physically weaker disciples of the sect, there was an unspoken expectation that you and the others like you would have to pull your weight around here in other ways.

you just wished more people wanted to pull their weight in the housekeeping aspect, instead of all flocking to the book-keeping jobs. it sucked that the majority of the housework was left in your hands, but what can a girl do?

sitting alone by the running stream, you worked hard at cleaning the dirt and stains off the pristine white uniforms you all wore, staying careful not to rip open tears and loose threads in the fabric. you look at the pile of clothing you had left, feeling your eye twitch when you saw the state that they were all in.

you sigh.

a long, drawn out sigh with your head thrown back. the sky above you that was once a dark shade of indigo had grown to a pale violet — the air in your lungs was cold and crisp. the water running in the stream smelt fresh, like the earth it came out from further up the mountains. you leave your hand in the stream, shivering at the icy feeling of the water running over your skin.

deciding that it was a long enough break, you shook your hands dry, digging into the unwashed clothes trying to pick out the uniform with the least defects so you could just mindlessly scrub on it without that added worry of wear and tear.

by the time you were done, the sun was hanging high up in the sky, and your back felt hot from how long you had been hunched over without ever going under the shade.

carefully, you balance the bigger laundry basket on your head while trying to rest the other on the curve of your hip.

the sound of shoes crunching on gravel comes up behind you. there wasn't a need for you to turn and look, you'd already guessed who it was by their footsteps alone.

...i'll take that.

yu iseol walks over, hands grabbing on the rounded edges of the woven basket. tugging on it lightly, having you loosen your grip a little.

you let her have it. stifling a giggle when her face was completely hidden behind the towering pile. yu iseol hugs the basket to her chest, shifting on her feet wondering when were you heading off to dry the clothes.

come on, iseol-sago.

you say softly, one hand balancing the basket on your head and the other reaching out to hold your senior sister's hand.

she lets you, quietly noting how your fingers felt against her calloused palms. hers were long, thin and rather scarred, and yours were a little smaller and..

her thumb rests over your fingers, your soft and squishy fingers. almost like a baby's. but maybe it's because your hands had been in and out of the water for the past few hours, they've become wrinkly — just like an old man's.

you hear a low scoff. looking over from the corner of your eye, you follow yu iseol's gaze to see her looking at your interlocked hands tenderly.

the back of your ears grow heated at the sight, your eyes dart back to the path in front of you, determined not to look back again and have your eyes meet hers.

what was that anyway?

what was that look she had back there?

you silently hoped the shadow cast by the basket on your head was dark enough to hide the slight steam of bashfulness that was probably escaping the pores of your skin right then.

yu iseol shut her eyes, letting you lead her to wherever, she knew you wouldn't ever lead her down a path where she could trip and fall over. well, she couldn't even if she tried since she had good reflexes.

but still, she lets her guard down around you. it wasn't that hard to do that anyway. it was nice being around you, after all.

hand-in-hand, the two of you walked under the endless rows of trees, yu iseol basked in the brief pockets of warm sunlight that hit her face, listening to the soft synchronised breathing passing between you two. the critters chattered above your heads and the red leaves of autumn crunched beneath your feet.

iseol-sago... we're here.

there was a slight shake in your voice, it wasn't really out of fear, that much she could tell. she should ask the others later, they might know the reasons why better than she did.

you were lucky that your senior sister had volunteered to help today. what would have been a job that took you almost three hours was done in one, leaving you some time to kick off your shoes and take a break while waiting for the clothes to dry out.

a while back, the sect had some money to spare. and since it was also your birthday coincidentally, the elders had asked if there was anything you wanted.

you had asked for a wooden platform to be built where you hung the laundry, and what a great request it had been. now in autumn, surrounded by a sea of oranges and reds, you lie down with your legs hanging over the edge, face turned up to the skies as your eyes made out the shapes of the clouds.

normally, yu iseol would have taken this time to train or work on her physique. but she didn't have her sword with her, nor did she want to leave you alone in the forest to go and get it. besides, the weather today was nice, and a few hours of doing nothing wouldn't hurt anyone. that guy would probably even pay her money to take a breather for a bit.

you look over, watching her shuffle a little closer to you. giggling, you link your arm with hers, pulling her to your side, shoulders bumping against each other's.

the both of you stayed like that for a long time, eyes closed, lingering between staying awake and falling asleep. it wasn't until a cold gush of air blew across the forest, causing the trees to knock branches and the leaves to fly across the ground — jostling you awake.

by then, the sun was sinking down the mountain peaks, the once vibrant blues of the afternoon sky had been painted with streaks of evening pink.

you turn over to look at the girl still asleep next to you.

her long hair had fallen over her face, covering it almost completely. your hand reaches out, trembling a little, to brush it out of her visage. you couldn't help tucking it behind her ear, though you didn't want to push your luck further by letting your fingers linger near her face.

maybe it was the lighting, maybe it was something else.

for someone who didn't care about her appearance all that much, she sure didn't look the least bit shabby. your eyes trailed over her dark plum-brown locks that shone a deep indigo under the setting sun. it wasn't just her hair, the same orange light danced across the curve of her cheek — the slight plumpness that led down to her sharp jawline, angled perfectly to frame her soft lower lip topped with a cupid's bow that strung an arrow straight to your heart. her nose was pointed and a little small, the slope of it led your gaze up to her eyes. her lashes were long with each one hand-crafted by the gods to curl perfectly around her two downturned eyes, each holding a pool of pale violet that had turned into a blooming lilac with a thin golden ring circling the dark centre of her irises.

a pair that were looking straight back into yours.

your heart jumped up to your mouth. not expecting that she had woken up while you were busy staring at her so shamelessly.

hm.

yu iseol sounds in acknowledgement. her expression still as neutral as ever. though if you hadn't been so preoccupied with the panicking, you would have noticed the rosy tint on the tips of her ears.

she reached out and grabbed your neck in place, tilting it to face her. she leans down and placed her forehead against yours. and you found your breath stuck, hitched in your throat as you dared not move or make a sound. this was all too much for you! that loud and noisy thumps of your heart rang in your ears, and you wondered for a moment if yu iseol had heard it too.

hm. you're not sick.

she states, matter-of-factly and lifts herself off the platform, walking over to the clothesline where the hanging laundry had almost been forgotten. she collects the clothes calmly, as though whatever she pulled on you just now was just any other regular day.

you remained lying on that wooden platform, mind reeling from what just transpired. you wanted to yell, to scream, to throw yourself off the cliff but you couldn't do that while she was still here. you choked back from spitting out blood in sheer agony. if your senior sister kept playing with you like this, you doubt you had any longer to live.

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chung myung wonders what deity he had disrespected in his past life to be stuck with kids like yu iseol.

when she had come to him and the other three in the middle of training with the pretext of asking for a friend, he hadn't thought so far to expect a disaster like this.

he looks up to the heavens where his sa-hyungs and friends were looking down on him and contemplates if he should just lock these two girls in a room until they sort out themselves.

i am so... fucking tired of you all...

[harmeu]

Return Of The Mount Hua Sect Characters React To Their Spouse Kiss Their Cheek

(GN!Reader)

TW: Blood, dismemberment

Cheongmyeong:

Cheongmyeong being the rowdy, self destructive, well known man at the Mount Hua Sect. He isn’t one to hug or kiss his loved ones. I’m pretty sure his type of affections would be physical abuse. I mean. Have you seen his training? Wild. No one dares to question how you gained his affection as a lover. They probably think of you as some kind of witch of sorts.

Though they are grateful for you because you manage to tame this troublemaker at times when you're around. For example he’ll sit straight when you pass by. He’ll fix his hair if he catches you looking. Those small little things you noticed about him while you were around made you want to give him a reward of some sort.

You quickly went up to your boyfriend which he tilted his head in confusion at your sudden reveal but that was replaced with a look of shock as you kissed his cheek.

Cheongmyeong went red.

“What the hell.?” He says mumbling, flushing furiously but quickly softening up as he touches the part you kissed.

“Thanks for being good for me.” You smile knowing he loved praise. His face reddened further and he hugged you from behind as you were about to walk away and opened his mouth.

“My turn.”

Baek Cheon:

Baek Cheon being a favourite at the sect was no surprise. He was strong, fit, and handsome. Many people had their eyes on him. His kind personality also caught them on hooks. Surprisingly you were the one getting confessed to. He will not hesitate to show you off and talk about you. Some people have gotten used to the fact Baek Cheon likes to rant about you. So they sigh and wait for the rant to begin.

Your boyfriend was training and you wanted to surprise him. You jumped out the bushes and kissed him on the cheek making him flinch ever so slightly.

“H-huh?” His face went as red as a tomato.

“Couldn’t help it.” You tease making him flush deeper. 

All of a sudden Baek Cheon cupped your cheeks and landed a small peck on your lips keeping you completely dumbfounded.

“Couldn’t help it.”

Yoo Iseol:

The beauty of the Mount Hua Sect. Known by all and confessed by many. Her expressionless face makes it hard for people to read her but it makes her powerful. An enemy can’t detect if she’s in fear or not making her strong. 

You had gotten her love. 

You had gotten her time. 

You had seen what was behind that expressionless face of hers.

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. Would be one way to describe it. She may not show it at times but she deeply cares for you. She’d lose limbs for you, slash her face for you, gouge out her eyeballs for you. 

Anything for you.

Today you decided to give her something for all that hard work she's done. You slide behind her and place a quick kiss on her cheek making her freeze.

“Huh?” Was all she uttered breaking you out in a smile.

“Just a little kiss.” You replied as she looked as if she were processing something. 

“I’ll head out now.” You say about to turn away till you feel a grip on your wrist.

“Can..you do that again?”

[iicomet]

(yoo iseol & reader)

  The first time she saw them, she thought that she had met a deity that had graced the land with their heavenly presence underneath a full moon. The way they danced as the soles of their shoes touched the base of water, producing rings of ripples on the mirror-like surface; a sword in their hand as they moved to their own rhythm, an orchestra of the night performing a grand stage for them and them only.

  Yet what surprised her the most were not the serene look on their face or the way their moves seemed oh so familiar and foreign at the same time, but it was the freezing temperature that surrounded the stranger who was unphased by the unnaturality of it. Despite it being early-summer, a time where the coldness of winter has long disappeared and is replaced with steaming air, Yoo Iseol could see frozen ice on the surface of the water. She wondered if the faint scent of plum blossoms were the stranger’s doing as well.

  As the stranger took another step and executed another strike with their sword, Iseol finds herself mesmerized by the way they performed. The technique was something she was unfamiliar with, even though there was resemblance to the teachings from her sect. It wasn’t the Plum Blossom Sword technique, she was sure of it, but there was something that drew her into the style of the stranger’s swordsmanship. The coldness of each strike felt harsh and unwavering, but it was beautiful and smooth at the same time, a sense of professionalism and great care towards the art could be felt with every move.

  Before she even knew it, she was encaptured in the stranger’s web, unable to move as if she was frozen on the spot. When she finally broke free from her dazed trance, the stranger was long gone, leaving behind the melting flakes of snow and a subtle scent of flowers. There were so many questions in her head, all of it surrounding the mysteries of the stranger, but she pushed it aside, opting to focus on her training for the night— It was what she came here for, after all.

  Perhaps when the time is right and she meets them again, she will ask them to perform that sword technique again.

[enihk-writes]

[when i was still the one you want]

based on lyrics from right where you left me by taylor swift

paring: various!hwasan characters x gn!reader

summary: it's breakup season (because everyone around me are ending their relationships so something's in the air)

characters: geumjon (pbss) // geumhyeop (mhdd) // tang bo // baek cheon // jin geumryong // namgung dowi // jang ilso // tang soso // yu iseol

author's note: so funny story,,,,,,, i saw that post about gaylors being less credible than jungkook as reincarnated princess diana truthers... went on a taylor binge, and had some fanfic thoughts,,, so now bone apple teeth for yall ig <333 i would have added tang gunak but me personally? i would NOT fumble a dilf like that ever.

GEUMJON thinks it was nice while it lasted, like a sparkler you play with on summer nights — a passionate romance that ignited and died out by the end of a season. he was the pinnacle of your youth, but everyone had to grow up someday. and when neither of you felt that same fluttering sensation in your stomachs. you both agreed that you should end things. there was no hard feelings from either side, that's just how life was. and he heard years later, through the grapevine, that you had gotten married. to which he raises his cup of wine to the full moon in your honour.

GEUMHYEOP was the type of guy to try and fail. he'd be the first to lose interest in a relationship, and he was honestly a little panicked by that revelation. it didn't make sense to him that this could happen. you hadn't done anything wrong, you didn't deserve that. how could he have let this happen to you? he would shift his attention more on you ever so subtly, trying his best to rekindle whatever feeling he used to have for you as you remained blissfully unaware. though he finally gives up, and can only hope that you would notice. you do. but only when he starts to avoid you more often, missing out on almost every milestone in your relationship. avoiding confrontation, making excuses so that he doesn't have to come face-to-face with the hurt and confusion all over your face. this back-and-forth wears you out, and things just die out without so much of a word.

TANG BO was only with you because amongst all the marriage candidates the elders of his family had him meet, you had been the most tolerable one. you were easily forgettable, and something about that intrigued him. he was sure that one day, he would come to love you the way you had with him. it didn't. and it never did for all those decades, and he always remained as your betrothed up until the very end. you had both grown old, and it became ever so obvious that things just weren't going to work out the way either of you had hoped. he feels guilty for wasting a good chunk of your life with so much will-we-won't-we, and tries to help you stand back on your feet when you finally leave the tang estate. somewhere along those lines you two became a little more then friends, definitely far from lovers, maybe you and him ended up a little bit like family, or the next closest thing to that. you passed not too old, not too young. and he made sure that he sent you off to the afterlife proper. not realising you had taken a fragment of his heart with you.

JANG ILSO is a fickle guy. his obsessions die out as quickly as they appear. in exchange for the luxurious life you were gifted as his lover, you were expected to be at his every beck and call. can't be too obvious about it, he hates clingy lovers. can't get too nonchalant, he loves a little chase, sure. but he hates having to lower himself to ask for attention. he wasn't a needy dog. it was commendable that you lasted as long as you did — a whole three years wasn't an easy feat. you were lucky he felt nice and had only kicked you out of his estate with your belongings. including the gold and jewels he had gifted you. there was nothing more you could have asked for, you never had to work another day in your life, and thank god it seems his new obsession was keeping him busy enough to have him forget about you.

NAMGUNG DOWI wonders if he had done something wrong for you to come up and tell him you wanted to break up with him. you both wanted something different in life, he never really seemed to be on the same page as you when it came to things you both wanted for the future. he was distraught, telling you he would change and please stay here — you would but you had dreams too, and he had his commitments he had to fulfil. maybe, someday in the future, you both might find each other again but right now, you bade him adieu with kisses on his tear-stained cheeks.

TANG SOSO, she kept you like a secret while you kept her like an oath. something, something about how it wouldn't end well for either of you if you were found out. her, the daughter of the tang patriarch and you a child from a branch family she had supposedly fallen for. you only realised she wasn't that serious about you when she eventually left home for mount hua. you had seen the way her eyes sparkled when that girl with amethyst eyes cut down a new path she never knew she could have taken in life. she left because you didn't have the cards to give her what she wanted. well, at least one of you was happy. at least one of you found something they wanted to do.

YU ISEOL hasn't been the most vocal person between the two of you. it was always you that had to pull the weight, always you that had to watch out for the other. you had fallen in love with her because of her deep passion for the blade, it was also this deep passion for the blade that had driven her further and further away from you. somewhere along the way, you realised that there was almost nothing you had in common with her anymore. you had cried yourself to sleep that night, only waking up the next morning to end things with her properly. she was the same as always, swinging her sword, retracing her steps ever so diligently. even as you poured your heart out, she never once faltered — that's good. because you know that if she had staggered for a single moment, you would know she still cared, and you would have taken back everything you'd said. she didn't lose focus, and that was what you used to love about her. you let her be, not once turning back.

JIN GEUMRYONG could only watch from the corner of his eye what your expression was like as the elders brought him to meet the guests. with how he had been pushed forward as the leader of the next generation, the elders — his father included, had been looking into suitable marriage candidates for him. what they all didn't know was that he was already seeing someone. that someone being you. and what you yourself didn't know was that the elders had been looking into potential matches for him, something he hadn't told you about up until the day of the marriage interviews. you'd believe he'll explain it to you, assure you that you were still the one he'd choose. but you should have known he was a man who was duty-bound, and he would have never picked you above what he believed was his duty to the sect. if this was how it was going to end anyways, why did he even bother to ask you to be his?

BAEK CHEON knows he's never been good enough to call himself your lover. not when there were so many others that could fill his spot. you could assure him all you want but it wasn't enough to convince him, he was always trying his best, and you had always been so happy with it. but it wasn't enough. nothing you did or said was ever enough to calm his paranoia. all these feelings bubbled over to a tipping point, an argument of no return and you decided enough was enough. he had never known what it was like to actually wake up without you by his side until then, and he knew it was too late to take back all that he'd said. how dare he have the audacity to break your heart and try to fix it? he did this to himself, and now he has to lie in the grave he dug out.

[kyannae]

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fandoms and people i will be writing for:

hunter x hunter (✿)

1. gon (no suggestive themes)

2. killua (no suggestive themes)

3. kurapika

4. illumi

5. chrollo

demon slayer (✿)

1. tomioka giyuu

2. kocho shinobu

3. kamado tanjiro

4. agatsuma zenitsu

5. kamado nezuko

6. tsuyuri kanao

7. hashibira inosuke

8. kanroji mitsuri

9. kyojuro rengoku

10. shinazugawa sanemi

11. tokito muichiro

lookism (✦)

1. hong jay yeol

2. daniel park

3. mira kim

4. zoe park

5. zack lee

6. lee euntae (vasco)

7. crystal choi

8. jong gun

9. johan seong

10. eli jang

11. dg (diego)

12. joon goo

tokyo revengers (✿)

1. manjiro (mikey)

2. emma

3. shinichiro

4. izana

5. kakucho

6. ran

7. rindou

8. sanzu

9. senju

blue lock (✿)

10. hina

1. isagi yoichi

2. meguru bachira

3. kunigami rensuke

4. chigiri hyoma

5. nagi seishiro

6. reo mikage

7. itoshi rin

8. itoshi sae

9. michael kaiser

10. alexis ness

11. niko ikki

return of the blossoming blade (✦)

1. cheongmyeong

2. baek cheon

© kyannae

3. yoo iseol