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1: the confession // series m.list
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The library is your favourite place.
At least, that is until your predictable love for it comes to a disadvantage. May your tranquil moments alone rest in peace as your friends corner and gaslight you to leaving your sanctuary. Sometimes, it’s for parties. Other times, it’s for something stupid like driving to the next town to watch a movie at their theatre because their theatre chairs recline better.
You won’t have it this time.
No way. You have so much work to do!
"Oh, come on! Please, ___?” Hobi begs. “Come tonight! It'll be fun!" Suddenly, he’s clinging to your arm, making it harder for you to ignore him. You try shaking him off, but he pouts at you and clings on even tighter.
“Hobi,” you whine. “Go to the party if you wanna go. Jimin said he’d meet you there! And Nam Joon, and Taehyung, Jin, and even Yoongi!”
“But I want you to come!” He cries. “I need someone to keep count of my drinks—”
“Use a marker and tally it on your arm.”
“But then what if I need to throw up—”
“Then throw up.”
“... Jungkook will be there!”
You blink at him.
“So?”
Hobi lets go of your arm and raises a brow at you. “What do you mean so? Isn't he your boyfriend?”
His accusation has you tongue-tied. This is the first time you’ve ever heard such an absurd thing! Jungkook became a part of the friendgroup after you. He’s the newbie. Actually, he has a whole other set of friends aside from you guys. Why? Because he’s cool. That’s it. Everyone on campus knows him and truth be told; he deserves his hype. He’s good-looking, kind, and a little weird (in a good way). He’s funny and smart (but not in an obnoxious way)... He’s just… Kind of good at everything? It intimidates you and often leaves you daydreaming.
Come to think of it, everything happens by coincidence. Yours and his lectures usually start and end around the same time. Not to mention that he also loves the library! He usually walks you home after your study sessions. But, yeah… Aside from these things—you and Jungkook aren’t actually that close.
“W-what? I’m not dating Jungkook! Doesn’t he have a girlfriend?” you ask, careful not to sound too noisy.
Hobi shakes his head. “Girlfriend? Yeah… You.”
Your eyes widen.
In a panic, you hiss at Hobi. “Don’t start rumours! That’s embarrassing for him to be associated with me—”
“Oh shut up,” Hobi laughs. “Do not get all insecure and pick me when the campus crush has literally been drooling over the past few weeks. Everybody knows. Everybody talks about it! Besides, they talk about him being all lovestruck—not you! So, spill it. What did you do, huh? Did you manifest it or some shit—”
“With all the time I spend in class, work, and the library… You think I have time to manifest?” you chuckle at him, ultimately trying to dismiss his suspicion.
Hobi rolls his eyes at you.
“For someone who reads fanfics and book loads of romance stories… You’re dense as fuck.”
Tilting your head at him, you try to find the words to defend yourself and fail.
He’s right.
You are dense.
But that never hurt anyone before… So why does it matter?
“Earth to ___?” Hobi waves his hands to your face. You blink, brushing your thoughts away. Offering him a tired smile, he looks at you weirdly. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” you exhale. “Why?”
“You’re blushing like crazy,” he teases, poking your cheek. Your hands fly to your cheeks. He’s right. They feel warm and the sudden embarrassment just made you feel even more flustered. Then, he nudges you.
“Get it together!” Hobi mutters, “Your boyfriend is coming!"
Turning your head, you see Jungkook making his way through the doors. He has his backpack on one shoulder and his eyes glued to his phone. Like muscle memory, he turns his heels and walks toward your direction.
“Oh my god,” you hit Hobi’s arm. “Why did you plant these thoughts when he’s literally—”
“Plant thoughts? Babes, it’s reality. Helllooooo?” Hobi sings, tauntingly.
You pout at him, unable to take this lighthearted.
Then, before you know it, Jungkook approaches you.
He pulls the seat next to you out and settles in. After offering a fist bump to Hobi, he quickly leans his body over and places his hand on your knee. He’s always done this but why was it suddenly so different now? Was it always like this and you never noticed until now? Until Hobi…
Wow…
“Hey, you.” Jungkook greets you warmly.
“... H-hi.”
He gives you a weird look. You avoid his eyes in return. Clearing his throat, he asks, “Why aren’t you packed up yet? Aren't we going to the party?”
Jungkook eyes your spread of notes on the table. You clunch your iPad closer to you and shrug. “We? It’s you. Aren’t you going to the party?”
Jungkook returns your question with a grin. “No. Us. You, specifically. You, especially.”
“Yeah, ___!” Hobi chimes cheekily. “Aren’t you going to the party?”
Hesitantly, you shake your head.
“N-no… I have too much work to do. Here! I’ll just—” you pause your sentence and reach for Hobi’s arm. Pushing his sleeve up, you take the sharpie from your pencil case and write on his arm.
If piss drunk, please return to ___.
(xxx) xxx-xxxx <3
Hobi reads it sideways and yanks his arm back.
“I hate you,” he utters. With laser eyes, he glares at Jungkook. “Tell her you’re coming to the party. Drag her to come! She’s always here! Homework can wait for tomorrow!”
Jungkook exchanges looks with you. With a soft gaze, he shrugs and turns to Hobi.
“She doesn’t wanna go.”
Hobi groans.
“Fine. Let’s go. Let’s leave—”
“I’m staying,” Jungkook says calmly. "She's not going... Neither am I."
He picks his backpack up from the ground and begins to unzip it. Taking out his notes and laptop, he looks up and smiles at Hobi. “Can I see your arm?”
Huffing, Hobi shows Jungkook your note. As Hobi rambles on and on about how you and Jungkook are party poopers, Jungkook takes your Sharpie and crosses your number out.
If piss drunk, please return to ___. Jungkook
(xxx) xxx-xxxx <3
(xxx) xxx-xxxx
For the second time tonight, Hobi reads his arm sideways and yanks it back. He squints at the unfamiliar number.
“Why’d you cross her number out? Whose number is this?” Hobi asks.
“Mine,” Jungkook states, smiling at the correction. “Call me if you need anything.”
“What? Why?”
Jungkook blinks. “I’m not really crazy about ___’s number being on your arm for other guys to have and call her with.”
Hobi’s mouth drops. He slowly turns to you and gulps. Blinking at you slowly, he gives you crazy eyes. “You can not be this dense, ___. Jungkook is literally ripping me into shreds in his head right now—”
You laugh.
“Go. Have fun! Call me if you need anything.”
Hobi turns to Jungkook.
Jungkook smiles at him sweetly with his eyes closed. He shakes his head slowly and wiggles his finger at him. “Don’t call her.”
With that, Hobi grumbles a few exchanges before packing his stuff up. He waves goodbye and tells you that you’re lame one last time. You agree with him and wave him goodbye. As he leaves, Jungkook moves his chair closer to you.
“So… Same schedule? Study until 9PM and then I walk you home? Or are you hungry tonight? Maybe we can wrap this up by 7:30PM and grab a bite to eat? I know a really good burger spot just up campus—why’d you do that?”
Your body stiffens.
“Do what?”
Jungkook eyes your chair distance.
“You moved away.”
What the heck… How did he even notice? It’s not like you moved across the table! You just moved like… Half an inch.
“No, I didn’t,” you deny. “But yeah… Sure! I’ve been craving a good burger with extra cheese—what are you doing?”
“I’m moving closer to you.”
“Why?”
“Because you lied to my face and moved away.”
“N-no!”
Jungkook inches his face closer to yours. He boops your nose and scrunches his. “You sniff whenever you lie. Did you know that?”
“N-no…”
“Now you do.”
For the first time ever… You lose your breath. It’s like you forgot how to breathe. He’s so close to you. His eyes are so doey, you’re literally getting lost in them. The scar he has on his left cheek… You can see it so clearly—the detail of how his skin healed and all. His hair is brushing above his eyebrows and you can’t help but realize how much you like the way it falls on his face. He’s… Cute?
Oh god.
“D-dont do that—uhh—” You move away from him. This time, there’s an obvious space between you two. Jungkook straightens his posture, completely confused by your burst of emotion. It’s… Conflicting? He swears you two were about to kiss… Now, what’s going on?
“___? What’s wrong?” Jungkook asks with a gentle tone.
You turn away and shove your notes to your face. Mumbling into the paper, you tell him what’s on your mind. “Everyone thinks you have a crush on me and it’s embarrassing.”
Jungkook doesn’t hear you well.
“Say that again,” he requests. Without warning, he takes the paper from your hands, leaving you to face him. “Don’t act all cute. What is it?”
You stay silent and contemplate.
Was this worth saying? Was this worth addressing? Would it change anything between you two after? What about the burgers? You’ve been craving a cheesy burger like crazy—
“It’s fine if you don’t feel comfortable. You can tell me later or never. I don’t mean to be pushy—”
Then, you blurt it out.
“Everyone thinks you have a crush on me… Or something.”
Jungkook doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t hold his breath.
He doesn’t deny it.
“I do have a crush on you.”
Your throat feels dry. What?! Has he lost his mind?
“W-what? You can’t j-just—”
Jungkook tilts his head and pouts.
“I don’t really understand why I should deny it. Why should I lie? Why should I make an excuse? This is how I feel. You just found out earlier than the confession… I guess this is it though, right?” He laughs.
You hit his chest.
“This isn’t funny!”
“Why can’t it be funny?” Jungkook laughs even harder. He catches your wrist and holds you still. “Doesn’t it make you laugh? That everybody on campus watched me wait outside your classes every day for almost 3 months… That everybody waits on me to go to parties but I don’t show up because I rather walk you home and stay home… That everybody on campus watched me enter this goddamn library of a snoozefest—”
“Hey! I like it here.”
“Yeah,” he rolls his eyes at you. “I like you. That’s why I’m here.”
“I… I thought you wanted to study.”
Jungkook laughs even louder, earning a few hushes from others nearby. He groans, throwing his head back. “I can’t even fucking laugh in here without getting in trouble. Why the hell would I like this place?”
“... To study!”
“To be with you.”
You shut up.
No words, no thoughts, no feelings.
Okay…
Feelings. Lots of them.
“I don’t understand why you’re so overwhelmed,” Jungkook murmurs, leaning his head against your shoulders. “I thought you knew. I thought you figured it out by now. I wasn't exactly discrete."
You sit still, not knowing if you should move or let him settle in. Before you can decide, he sits himself up and grabs your hand. He squeezes it tightly and brings it to his lips. Kissing your hand, he looks at you.
“Doesn’t matter if you’re dense. Doesn’t matter if you don’t know how you feel right now. I’ll win you over… You’ll fold."
You yank your hand away from him. In response, he leans over and kisses the side of your head instead. You gasp, but your cheeks blush. Quickly, you cover your face with your hands. He laughs heartily, tugging you close to him. You bury your face in his chest and groan at the sinking feeling of wanting to be anywhere but here. This was humiliating!
And just when you think it can't get any worse, Jungkook wraps his arms around you and hugs you tight. As he pats your back, he murmurs—
"You're falling for me already, aren't you?"
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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 ⊹ ִֶָ ❲ 𝘴𝘶𝘣!𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭❳
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘, in which matt and chris tag along with you and nick to go shopping but matt can’t take his eyes off you.
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆, sub!matt x dom!reader, matt x bfb!reader, matt x poc!reader
𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒, suggestive content not really smut, language, kissing, dry humping
part 2!
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you and nick you were looking for outfits to wear to a function you and the triplets were invited to on such short notice. nick forced you to ask matt to take you guys since ‘he would never tell you no’, and chris didn’t want to be alone which resulted in a field trip to the mall.
you would waltz around a variety of stores and boutiques, turning around to the boys to get their opinions on the clothing. the oldest and youngest brothers gave you genuine feedback, thinking about the vibe for the night and the possible outfit malfunction while matt could care less about what you wore.
okay maybe that was a lie, he was surely to loose his shit if it was something he disagreed with but his mind was so fogged with the way your clothes hugged your body that he was completely zoned out and he wasn’t fooling anyone.
you snap your fingers in front of matt to bring him out of the sort of daze he was in. “matt, where’s your head at baby?”
your words went straight to his dick. it wasn’t unusual for you to call him or anyone for that matter, baby. it was in your daily vocabulary, you just used it as a filler name for when you didn’t feel like using a person’s name. you never really meant anything by it and matt knew that but he would always let it get to him and he could feel his knees go wobbly now. “oh yeah, just so tired. what were you saying?”
nick was the main one to notice. like when you guys were walking from store to store, matt would be watching your ass while it jiggled with each step you took. he was in the process of licking his lips before nick gave his shoulder a shove. “could you have some fucking class, oh my god”
he rubbed the back of his neck, not knowing wether to feel embarrassed that he was caught staring at you by your best friend or ashamed by the fact that he was low key disrespecting you, literally undressing you with his eyes, not his proudest moment.
“can you even blame the kid?” chris laughed and nodded his head at matt then going to dap him up letting his brother know they had the same thing in mind.
nick rolled his eyes, “yall are insane”.
you weren’t too far ahead so you heard the whole interaction and to say you were flattered was an understatement. you’ve been plotting on matt for some time now, he’s always been so fine to you and he’d probably be yours by now if he wasn’t related to nick.
typical for you, looking for a quick outfit turned and to a shopping spree and you definitely over did it with the victoria’s secret stop but it was going to be so worth it later.
as of now everyone was getting ready in their rooms while you were making your way to matt’s with all your bags in hand. you weren’t entirely sure what you were doing but it’s was too late now. your fist connected with the door, knocking a good three times.
heavy feet could be heard getting closer to the door before revealing matt, topless with dark washed jeans on. his hair was damp and the stubble neatly dancing around his face, defining his jawline. his eyes were low and kinda glossy and his room smelt like a mixture of cologne and herb, it was a comforting smell.
looking up to him with your best pleading eyes, “matt could you help me pick an outfit?” he couldn’t bring himself to respond. he only widened the door allowing you to come him, not missing the chance to glance at your ass while he welcomed you into his room.
you plopped down on his bed and he followed after you.
“i narrowed it down to two choices but they both look so good and i need a second opinion”
matt paused for a moment trying to grasp what was happening right now but his mind was still blank so he just went along with it.
“sure”
“great, you wanna’ turn around for me” you shifted to look matt in his eyes, searching for how is body reacts at her choice of words. he went wide and furrowed his brows, he was either flustered or confused, you just hoped you weren’t making him uncomfortable.
“oh in here, yeah yeah” matt stumbled over his words like a damn fool as he turned his back to face you. he’d finally have the girl he fantasized about in his room, undressing in his presence and he was selling so bad right now.
“okay, you can look now”
his mouth drops to the floor at an instant once the first outfit decorated your body. matt thought he really must not have paid an ounce of attention at the mall because he definitely didn’t see you pick this up and did not want you to wear it anywhere but this room.
you made your way over to his body length mirror to adjust all the fabric in all the right places. you called matt who was now cross the room, staring at you.
“matt will you come tighten these straps for me?”
matt sprung up from the bed and over to you. his taller body now stood close behind yours and gazed at you through the mirror as patiently you waited for him to nap back into reality.
“sorry, tighten what?”
“the straps of the top part, just pull them up for me baby” there sat a sly grin on your lips. you were having so much fun seeing him be so infatuated with you, like your were some sort of goddess. the only thing on your mind was his face buried between your legs, maintaining eye contact the whole time because he was too pretty not to. your pussy got even wetter just thinking about it, you needed him now.
as matt’s large hands went to your back, a set of chill went through spin. he took his sweet time adjusting the straps of your top only so he could look at you some more, up close and personal. you weren’t wearing your pasties, allowing your hardened nipples to be one display and due to your thick thighs the slit in the skirt appeared higher than intended but sat perfectly on your waist. he heard you let out a chuckle, making his eyes shoot back to your face.
“what’d you think”
you admired yourself in the mirror and ran your manicured hands all over your chest, stomach, thighs, then ass. the back of your hands had brushed over the tent in matt’s pants, bringing a groan from his lips.
looking back up to his eyes, only to find the he was already staring at you with hunger and his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. it was like his body had a mind of its own. hands just twitching to be connected with your skin.
“you can touch, i don’t mind”
you said in your most inviting voice and brought his hand low on your waist. “the material is a little cheap right?”
matt didn’t even hear what you had said his hands traveled from waist to your thighs but before they could go from your thighs to your ass he stopped himself.
“fuck, sorry i shouldn’t touch you like that, im so sorry” he backed away feeling like a fucking creep, he couldn’t believe that he just let his wants take over him so easily, probably making you feel so uncomfortable.
“no baby, you’re good”
you pulled him behind you this time his chest connecting with your body, then placing his hands back to your waist where they belonged. “i never told you to stop...”
matt’s breathe hitched. he didn’t know where this was coming from but he loved every bit of it and now that he knew for sure that this is what you wanted he wasn’t passing the opportunity up. matt’s hands began to resume roaming around your clothed body as you gazed at each other.
“what do you like about it baby?”
he didn’t even have to think, everything just spilled out. “i really like the slit, makes your legs look nice” he rubbed up and down your inner thigh. “the gold buttons are nice too, i think gold compliments your skin really well” he began to undo each button on your corset until it fell off your body, showcasing your tits to him, his eyes widening at the piercings through your nipples, that was new. “i love all the detail, you look gorgeous” his hands glide up stomach, across your boobs, pulling them up with his hands and plopping them back in their position, then all the up to your neck with your head following to fully look up at him.
matt immediately smashed his lips into yours, starting the act of a heated make out session. he kissed you slowly and passionately, every kiss could be captured as your mouths moved in sync and only got deeper by the moment. matt lets a moan at the feeling of you pressing on his dick and before his hands falls to your hips, turning you to face him and lifting you up.
your wrapped your legs around his torso and your arms around his neck, pulling him back into the sensual kiss. your skirt was now bunched around the waist leaving matt’s hands to rest on your bare ass cheeks and nothing but a black thong keeping you from being completely exposed.
you and matt were currently on his bed with you straddling him as he littered hickeys throughout your neck and you grinned your hips together, both of you moaning and humming at the feeling.
a loud dang on the door caused you guys to jump apart, nearly giving you a heart attack.
“we’re ready matt, come on, your gonna’ make us fucking late if you don’t get your ass out of that room right now, have you seen y/n/n anywhere by the way” nick scolded to his brother, continuing to bang on his door.
matt cursed nick out in his head, biggest cockblocker goes to this bitch. “nah, i haven’t seen her, i’ll be out in a second though”
“no, you can jack off to y/n later, you sound like you’ve just ran a fucking 5k. we need you in the car now” nick dragged out the last part and you tried to cover your mouth, hiding your laugh at the fact that nick was on matt’s ass per usual.
he huffed and rolled his eyes, “shut the fuck up i’ll be out when im ready”
“kay well i’m not leaving till you are”
you and matt turned to each other for what to do next, neither of you knew, but nick was literally going to break the door down and there wasn’t any other way out of the room. you sighed to yourself. you were going to have to walk out of the room in front of your best friend with a hickey covered neck.
“do you have a scarf?” your hopeful eyes beamed up matt as you harshly talked under your breath.
matt threw his hands in the air, responding in a similar tone. “does it look like i own a scarf?”
“are you not from literal boston?”
matt started to get frustrated at the whole situation. all he wanted to do was blow your back out in the comfort of his own room and he can’t even do that. cupping his forehead, matt exclaimed, “what the fuck are you talking about?”
“well i don’t see you coming up with any ideas, we can’t just sit here all day like dumbasses” you got up from matt’s bed to retrieve your top from the floor. getting up as well, matt followed on your trail.
“i’m just gonna’ go out, it is what it is”
he let out another huff, feeling kinda bad for not being able to help you in this tricky situation. nick was never really the type of sibling to emphasize an all mighty rule of his siblings being off limits but it just felt wrong to not bring it up prior to events as this one. matt watched as you place your hand on the doorknob and grabbed you by the waist before you could twist the handle. “hey, i’ll make it up to you later alright?”
you looked at him for a moment before your tough exterior started to form into a small smile, he seemed genuine enough.
“yes you will”
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hey, I could ask the royal boys (Leona, Kalim and Malleus) with the male reader who is already the king of his country, like the boys thought he was a prince like them, but then on any given day he lets out a complaint how difficult it is to govern the kingdom and study for exams at the same time, sometimes he just wanted to be the prince and not the king.
characters: leona, kalim and malleus x king!male reader
tags: platonic, canon compliant, fluff, imagines + scenario format
warnings: a little bit of negativity towards reader in leona's part, a bit of swearing in kalim's
author's notes: loving all the male reader requests rn. i think i strayed a bit from the prompt but i hope you like it anyway <3
Leona Kingscholar
Though being a prince himself, he’s not as “diplomatic” with the other princes at that school - except for you probably. No don’t ask him what happened, he’s ready to accept it as it is
At least because of your (assumed) status, he finds it easier to communicate with you; at least you’re not one of the top five most powerful mages in the world or the most optimistic person in Twisted Wonderland
Hangouts with him still consist more of silent chilling though; both of you just need to get away from it all for a while
He doesn’t question the days that you’re gone - sometimes people just end up needing you to do this and that. He tries not to dwell on it too much, lest his inferiority complex gets the best of him
Until one day, you come back after one day of absence, which is normal enough until-
“*sigh* I swear, being king is less appealing as my retainers make it sound, especially since I also have to go to school all the while.”
I’m sorry, being what now?
He knew you were royalty, that much he got from everyone whispering about you back when you enrolled and since you made little mention of your background, he just assumed you were a prince like him
You let out a tired chuckle then and comment on how you forgot that you never told him you’re an actual king of a nation
He has mixed feelings over this - he thought he finally met someone a little bit like him, yet you’re just another one of them and you never bothered telling him who you are?
But don’t worry, he gets over his feelings of betrayal after a while; it’s not like the reveal changed who you are as a person. You’re still the same guy who he’s been hanging out with and he knows his brain is trying to defend itself
You apologize for not telling him sooner and despite your complaints, you try not to sound ungrateful, especially considering his issues
At some point, even Leona himself starts to forget about that fact
It doesn’t matter if you carry a whole nation on your shoulders because - and he will never say this out loud - he knows you’re capable and if you start to crumble, he’ll be there for you.
Kalim Al-Asim
Though he’s not one to really care about someone’s social status, he’s happy to have more royal friends
Doesn’t stop him from spoiling you. Haven’t you heard? Any friends of Kalim are also friends of his many, many fortunes
He invites you over to Scarabia for parties every so often and either you are surrounded by people or everyone leaves you alone out of intimidation
But hey, if the latter happens, Kalim is more than happy to help you make some friends (unless you’re uncomfortable with it of course but he’ll still try to help)
One time, at one of his many parties, you two were simply laughing over something and it reminded you of something-
“That makes me think of the time this creature took a shit on my throne back at home - it took a few days for the stench to fade!”
Oh, of course, your throne! Everyone totally has a literal throne back home! Until Kalim realizes that is, in fact, untrue
As if he wasn’t already excited at the prospect of a new friend, he gets more excited at the fact that you have your own throne and is, he concludes, a monarch
You brush him off, light pink decorating your cheeks, saying that it’s not really that special - and you mean it
You tell him of the experience and you couldn’t help slip in a few complaints; it isn’t easy to juggle both school and royal responsibilities at the same time
He only listens in and tries his best to understand; he is no king, and though he is a housewarden and a prince, your struggles differ from his by a long mile
From that day on, he makes sure to check in on you and if you’re feeling less than, he’ll drop everything and do anything to relieve you of your stress
When he drops by your nation and your palace, he brings in a whole parade. It’s so Kalim that you can only laugh
You knew that story about a creature shitting on your throne was gonna be a good story at parties.
Malleus Draconia
Your presence is an absolute delight to him; it didn’t occur to him to ask what kind of royalty you are but it didn’t matter either way
He finds himself more comfortable talking about his heritage around you, knowing that you can somewhat relate to being of nobility
If you’re not part of his club, sometimes you tag along on his gargoyle crusades for the hell of it - seeing him so passionate about something brings a smile to your face
On one of your many escapades, he points out a gargoyle and begins to ramble about its features
Hearing it suddenly makes you remember-
“Ah gosh, I just remembered I should be back home right now, some of my people will be coming over to construct some gargoyles around my castle.”
He doesn’t question it at first but then the phrase “my people” registered in his mind. Wait, what do you mean your people?
You start to apologize for not telling him and also the fact that you have to leave that very moment
After you came back after the whole ordeal, you sit him down somewhere and tell him about your position
As mentioned, it doesn’t matter to him what responsibilities you have, as long as you can be his friend
You breathe out a sigh of relief and invite him to continue where you two left off last time
Nothing changes much between you two, except for the fact that you share more of your kingly experiences
He definitely drops by your place at least once - he could never miss out a chance on seeing some new gargoyles
And as he looks on at those beautiful waterspouts, you can’t help but be grateful that they can serve as a source of happiness for someone too.
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A PICTURE IS WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS ━━ LN4.
sometimes the right words are hard to come across, and sometimes everything you need to say can be captured in an image.
( lando norris x photographer!reader )
━━ part six.
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user AIN’T NO WAY HE FINALLY POSTED HER
user girlies i hate to say it, but maybe this one’s actually serious… 🫢
↳ user i refuse to believe it…
↳ user he’s literally never posted another girl before tho??
user king of aesthetics
user i can’t believe he’s actually dating her
user what does he actually see in her?? like gen what is it cuz i cannot see it from here 😒😒😒
user she’s just using you for your clout garrett DON’T FALL FOR IT 😫 SHE’S NOT THE ONE THERE ARE BETTER FISH IN THE SEA
↳ user she’s fr just using him for the money and fame it’s so sad
↳ user right?? like he’s posting her which means he’s probably serious but i doubt she is and it’s just gonna hurt him in the end 😔
↳ user this is why i hate when celebs or athletes get with ppl who aren’t in the same sphere as them, cuz like if she were another celeb then we would know she has money or if she were actually a football fan then we would know she’s invested in helping him get better but she’s neither 🤷♀️
↳ user it hurts to see such an innocent man get used
user wait she’s actually kind of pretty tho 👀👀
↳ user she lowkey is
user can’t wait to see you back on the field soon garrett!!
user mad style bro
user came over from y/n’s account to say that you fans are exhibiting behaviour that is genuinely so immature and disrespectful. it’s sickening. you claim to support this athlete but you don’t support his decision to enter an exclusive relationship with someone? you say it’s bc she doesn’t know football or that she’s controlling or that she’ll ruin his career, but you know nothing about her and i’d bet you all would say the same thing about anyone. she could be a professional footballer herself and you would still say she isn’t fit to be with him. get over yourselves and bffr. none of you had a chance with him to begin with, and you hating on an innocent girl so much that she had to turn her comments off so she wouldn’t keep getting death threats is actually crazy. you all are delusional.
↳ user THIS. i’m so tired of the hatred
↳ user i’m honestly surprised garrett hasn’t said anything to his fans about them leaving her alone yet…
↳ user he probably thought GROWN ADULTS would know it’s inappropriate to act like BABIES but i digress 🙄
↳ user whether he thought they were mature enough or not, the fact that he probably knew it was happening (she’s his gf, there’s no way she didn’t tell him or he didn’t see the comments himself before she turned them off) and still hasn’t said anything is a major red flag imo. he’s posted her/acknowledged that she exists on his acc now, but he STILL hasn’t addressed the hatred his “fans” have been sending her and continue to direct towards her in the comments of his own post.
↳ user i think it’s a out of sight out of mind type situation tbh. if neither of them acknowledge them, then the haters aren’t given the attention they want. they might just be waiting for it to die down.
↳ user i don’t think that’s a good enough reason tho?? if i was a celeb and my significant other was being harassed by jealous and delusional fans, i would absolutely say smth and try to get them to stop, partly bc my s/o doesn’t deserve to be spoken about like that just bc they’re in a relationship with me and partly bc i personally wouldn’t want to see that type of negativity directed towards the person i care about. it’s a matter of respect for your partner.
“I’ll be honest with you, Garrett━ I don’t like you very much.”
The restaurant table you’re both sitting at is tucked away in a corner and gives you enough privacy to feel comfortable having this conversation with Garrett out in public. The restaurant itself is exclusive in its own right, similarly to the first place Garrett took you. It’s not as high class in the sense that you feel underdressed with business casual, but it’s the type of locale that other celebrities or higher class individuals tend to frequent and it makes you feel secure in the fact that the staff are trained to be discreet about anything they might overhear.
“But,” you shrug, “I don’t think you need me to tell you that.”
Garrett takes a slow sip from his coffee and raises an eyebrow at you over the rim of his cup. While he does so, you appraise him. The only other time you’ve seen him in something other than his training attire or some equally comfortable athletic-adjacent wear was the first night you both went out, and you hadn’t really been paying much attention to him then━ too focused on trying not to scream your head off in frustration.
He looks good though, which you’re loath to admit. Garrett, at the very least, has fashion sense if nothing else. If he were even half decent his style might’ve been enough to make up for the rest of the decency he’s missing, but as it stands he’s so far below the bar that his ability to dress nice only serves to get him within jumping distance of your lowest standards.
He lowers his cup back down the table with a faint clink, and then steeples his fingers together on the table.
“Quite frankly, Y/N━” the way your name sounds on his lips makes you shiver, but not at all in the way it’s described in the romance novels you used to read back in school. It’s like the human equivalent of your hackles rising, sensing danger, knowing you need to make yourself bigger to appear like more of a threat, “━I don’t really care what you think of me. This is more of a business transaction than an actual relationship. You don’t need to like me, you just need to pretend you do.”
He ends it with what would be a charming smile on anyone else, but knowing who he is beneath his charismatic facade makes it look sleazy.
You scoff. “For a guy who’s so desperate to fix his reputation, you sure aren’t doing anything to actually try and fix who you are as a person.”
It’s his turn to scoff. “I don’t actually need to be a better person, I just need everyone to think I’m a better person.”
“Fair enough.” You can’t argue with that. “But if I’m going to be spending a prolonged amount of time with you, you’re gonna have to at least pretend to not be a total dick.” You take a sip of your coffee.
He watches you for a moment━ observes your face, your hands, the way you tap your fingers against the table once your cup has been lowered. And you watch him right back. His steepled fingers have intertwined together, and he’s resting his chin atop them in a show of nonchalance, but his eyebrows are furrowed tight and his shoulders are pulled tense.
“What do you even want out of this?” He finally asks after another few seconds of silence broken only by the quiet drone of other restaurant patrons in the background. “What’s so important to you that it matters more than whatever notoriety being with me could give you?”
The Manchester skyline outside the window draws your gaze as you ponder how to go about explaining your answer. The storm-darkened sky casts the city streets below in a heavy shadow, which mimics your own mood as of late. It’s the weekend now, but Lando’s call and the things he’d drunkenly said still looms over you. You’d spent the week in a bad mood that not even your newfound friendship with Jack was capable of easing, and each day with continued radio silence on Lando’s end━ the fact that he can’t even bother to apologize himself━ only sours things more and more.
It had soured even more when McLaren’s PR team manager had reached out to you with the knowledge that you could plan on being back at the Technology Centre in Woking by the end of the month, in just under two weeks. In and of itself this hadn’t been bad news, but it meant seeing Lando again and unless he reaches out first to extend an olive branch, you could almost guarantee you’d be in for an uncomfortably awkward reunion.
But none of that matters right now.
“I’ll admit, I’m taking a page out of your book and being a prick,” you say as you turn back to Garrett. “But, in my case, it’s entirely warranted because he was a prick first.”
“What’d this guy do?”
In an odd turn of events, it feels as though you’re gossiping with Garrett Ward of all people. Without the context of your relationship with him━ the real one, not the one you’re pretending to have━ you imagine you probably look like two friends talking shit, or pretty close to the couple you’re supposed to be. Despite being such a twat normally, Garrett really does just come across as being a normal guy.
You have to remind yourself just what he threatened to do. He’s not a normal guy━ he’s dangerous. But he’s also a crucial part of your plan, and there was certainly some truth when he’d called things between you a business transaction. You don’t have to like him, but you have to trust that he’s got his own best interest in mind and you can certainly capitalize off of that.
“He had some choice words about our ‘relationship,’” you start, fiddling with the handle of your cup. “And even though we aren’t actually together and I probably wouldn’t touch you even if we were the last two people on Earth, it’s the principle behind it all. He has no right to judge me so harshly for my relationship choices, so I’m going to flaunt that I don’t care what he thinks, he’s not my keeper, and I will date whoever I damn well please,” you finish with a huff.
Garrett blinks at you. You’re starting to think he just has a staring problem, but before you can call him out on it he rolls his eyes, crosses his arms, and leans back in his seat━ looking the part of the smug douche he actually is. “You like this guy, and you want to use me to make him jealous because you’re pissed that he hasn’t given any hint at being interested in you but still feels as though as if he can be possessive over you.”
You blink at him. “No. Absolutely not.”
He raises an infuriating eyebrow.
“Fuck you,” you mutter into your cup, taking a sip to avoid having to say anything more.
Garrett heaves a sigh. “I suppose I could help you with that. We’ll be doing the couple shit anyways, might as well kill two birds with one stone and solve your problem and mine.” The way he says it makes it seem as though he’s doing you a favor, and if you weren’t so sure that he’d rescind his willingness to help if you argued with him, you’d call him out on the fact that technically he’s the one who owes you after you agreed to help him with his dilemma in the first place.
“Why not just be honest with him?” He says after another moment.
You snap your eyes back to him. “What?”
“Why not just be honest?” He repeats with a shrug. “Aren’t you worried he’ll lose eventually lose interest if he thinks you’re off the market?”
You scoff, “I’m not off the market. I’m just not available to the public.” You’d sat awake at night not long after things with Garrett began and realized that it really was all just an act. Actors kiss in front of a camera all the time, but at the end of the day they go home to their real partners and that’s the only person that really matters. Things aren’t all that different between you and Garrett. You call yourselves a couple, but side from the agreement that you’ll act like one in public, there’s no obligation or commitment to put one another first. Garrett will always prioritize his career, reputation, and friendships over you, and you’re rather inclined to do the same.
He purses his lips.
“Oh please,” you roll your eyes. “As if you expect me to believe you aren’t still planning to pick up a few birdies at the pub and show them a fun time.”
“My situation is different than yours. I’m the one trying to convince the media I’ve changed, which means I need someone who can be discreet, and a birdie from the pub certainly isn’t that.” He shrugs his shoulders. “Not getting laid for a few months is just a sacrifice I have to make to keep my place at Man City.”
You don’t mention that no matter what he does to try and clean up his act, Manchester City won’t be keeping him around after his contract expires. He wouldn’t believe you anyway, but even if he did you doubt he’d be all that willing to continue with this facade.
“More fun for me then,” you say instead, returning the smug smirk he’d given you earlier.
He glares.
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footballfansofficial UPDATE: Manchester City Forward Garrett Ward once again seen out in public with girlfriend and Formula One photographer Y/N L/N! The couple were caught sharing a romantic evening for the first time on the 5th of January, and have once again been spotted Saturday, the 20th, following Ward and L/N’s public posts on social media platform, Instagram. Ward has reportedly been making progress with his injury recovery, and is speculated to be rejoining the team on the pitch in February if all continues to go well. As the 2024 Formula One season draws nearer, it’s also expected that L/N will be returning to her McLaren roots, after working with Manchester City to photograph their winter training, which leaves fans wondering how their relationship will fare. Check the link in our bio for the full article!
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user i’m starting to warm up to the idea of them as a couple… 👀👀👀
user I WAS SO CONVINCED SHE WAS WITH LANDO NORRIS??? WERE THEY NOT EVER TOGETHER??? 🤯
↳ user i don’t think they were which is super shocking bc she posts him all the time on insta
↳ user i mean?? that’s technically her job?? as a photographer for mclaren she takes and posts pictures of the mclaren drivers. if you scroll across her feed she also has a lot of oscar from 2023, and carlos and daniel from their years with the team. she’s been working with manchester city recently too and has been posting the players as well. it’s just that she’s worked with lando the longest consecutively so ofc her account is gonna have him posted more than the others
↳ user LET ME BE DELUSIONAL I ACTUALLY THOUGHT THEY WERE SO CUTE 😭😭
user i really wish garrett would actually focus on his career instead of dating women bro’s contract ends at the end of the season and he doesn’t even seem bothered
user MAN CITY RE-SIGN GARRETT WARD 2024 🩵🩵🩵
user i hope the long distance makes them break up
↳ user me toooooo that bitch needs to get away from my man
↳ user he’s too good for her
↳ user be so fucking fr, she’s never had a scandal in her entire career but garrett ward has had dozens in just the past few years. if anyone is too good, it’s her 🙄
user MCLAREN WCC 2024 🧡🏁 AND MAN CITY TREBLE WINNERS 2024 🩵⚽️
user don’t hate me but i totally thought garrett ward was gay
↳ user ah, yes, most notorious casanova, known for his many nightly escapades with women, that’s 100% proof that he’s gay
↳ user idk that was just the vibe i got
↳ user be so fucking fr 💀💀
user will city even want to re-sign him after the season is up?? he’s been on loan for the majority of his contract anyway, playing in the championship of all things, and now he’s back but he’s missed a majority of the season cuz of an injury. i personally don’t think garrett ward stands a chance against the current starting forwards, so even when he’s recovered who’s to say he’ll play in any matches?? just seems like a waste for city to keep him around if he isn’t even being used
user if ward is actually cleaning up his act then good for him
↳ user real. all these ppl acting like she's suddenly changing him into a whole new person against his will, but none of them have stopped to think that maybe he WANTS to change.
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━━ a/n: i did it! got this part done so much faster AND i didn't wanna rage while i did it 😌 feeling pretty proud of myself for that. anyways! hope you all enjoy!
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Viva Las Vegas!
Fernando Alonso x driver!reader
Summary: What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas... But not this time.
Warnings/Tags: female reader, mentions of hate comments, mentions of racist comments (literally just a mention nothing specific), fluff... I guess that's it : P
A/N: I FINALLY FINISHED SOMETHING JXVSHHEHRHBRBT I'm so happy haha
So this fic is based on this ↓ request. I hope I lived up to your expectations TwT I honestly think it's a cute little fic and I love the inserts :3
Wordcount: 2925
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You sighed in relief finally leaving the F1 studio after you finished filming Grill the Grid for Las Vegas. You loved doing those, it was a lot of fun but the filming was always the last part of your job for some days and after so many activities before, you were sometimes too tired to think of any answers.
Unfortunately for you, Lando and Carlos approached you the second you left the building, huge smiles plastered on their faces.
“Hi Y/N! How was filming? “
The younger one asked enthusiastically at which you just shook your head.
“What do you need? Cause I’m sure you do need something... “
“Well... We're going to a party to start off this amazing weekend and we were thinking that you might want to join us”
The Spaniard explain making you sigh. They could see you were tired but you never said no to them so they tried their best to convince you.
You could use some party and alcohol after the previous weekend when you crashed your car on almost the very beginning of the race, causing you to be upset and quite nervous ever since.
“Lewis will be there too. Literally everyone will be there! Even Fernando! “
Ah yes... The Fernando card. The forbidden card the boys knew would get you worked up to whatever they wanted.
“Fine... But you have to pick me up! “
You huffed agreeing reluctantly then walked away to get ready. You were going to some club so you decided to put on a thigh length, sparkly lavender dress, some black heels and golden jewelry with some soft makeup.
Lando and Carlos whistled at you as you approached their car and immediately said after you got in.
“Ooooh Fernando’s gonna loooove that~”
Rolling your eyes at their comment you kicked Carlos’ seat so he would finally drive away.
The party was full of Formula workers and drivers, the boys were right, everyone was there. It was hosted in one of Vegas' clubs, one you had no idea about but were glad you decided to join and discovered that magical place.
Carlos and Lando left you just after you walked in so you sat alone by the bar, waiting for Lewis to notice and join you but he was too occupied by the girls.
You sighed heavily ordering a drink and almost spilled it when you felt a hand on your back. You turned around to see those beautiful hazel eyes shining in the colorful lights and a huge grin you oh so loved.
“Hi gorgeous~”
Fernando said sitting down beside you, his hand not leaving your back radiating pleasant warmth.
“Well hello there Mr Alonso~”
You smiled widely at the older man as he checked you out. The light purple dress matched your dark skin perfectly driving the man crazy.
“The guy you dressed so beautifully for is really lucky”
“Oh there is no guy. Unless you want to be him~”
You teased sipping your drink, making a soft, barely visible in the lights blush appear on his face. Fernando noticed you started to get bolder and bolder with your flirting which made you even more attractive in his eyes. He loved confident women.
“I would be honored. May I have this dance then? “
Quickly finishing your drink you grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the dance floor where you had a great time the whole night. You felt eyes on yourself the whole time, knowing damn well no one will let you forget about this till the end of your life. But you couldn’t care less, just indulged in the moment.
The next day you arrived to the Vegas circuit for the grand opening a little hangover with your grid bestie Lewis.
The two of you drove through the paddock on his electric scooter, one earphone in each ear’s listening to Eminem, with Lewis’ chin on your shoulder. You looked like a couple and to some acted like but in fact you considered each others siblings.
Lewis was not only your teammate but also the only person you felt comfortable talking about the racist hate comments you received, as he understood you the best. Being a black woman in an European men dominated sport was not easy. You got a lot of backlash and negative opinions from some fans, coworkers and FIA staff despite being one of the best drivers on the grid.
The only group that fully accepted you were your fellow drivers. They saw you as a precious gem, a little sister they had to defend at all cost, even though you weren’t the youngest.
The one individual that thought otherwise was the oldest one – Fernando Alonso. He didn’t see you as a little girl but as a woman, a very beautiful and gorgeous woman, the object of his desires, that's why he spent the whole previous night by your side, unable to deglue - a thing the whole paddock knew.
So when he noticed you and Lewis pass by his blood boiled. The man knew Lewis was nothing more than a brother to you but couldn’t help the jealousy accumulate inside of himself whenever he saw the two of you together.
“Fernando saw us”
Lewis murmured at which you just shrugged.
“I don’t like how he's looking at you... “
You rolled your eyes with a sigh. After having this conversation with Lewis so many times you already had enough. The man didn’t approve on your behavior relative to each other. He deemed the Spaniard was too old for you, considering your 12 years age gap.
Lewis just wanted the best for you, the best for his little sister and he knew you could do so much better than Fernando. He even arranged you multiple dates with guys he thought would be perfect for you, but you always dismissed them all sometimes not even showing up to the date to Hamilton’s displeasure.
You knew he just wanted good but you found it annoying and unnecessary.
“You’re exaggerating, as always... If you don’t like it so much you should’ve looked after me yesterday and not pick up chicks... “
You remarked before hopping off the scooter and walking in to the Mercedes garage.
Fernando clearly flirted with you whenever he had a chance, so you weren’t surprised seeing him beside your platform along with someone from media filming the whole thing, blowing you a sweet kiss and sending a wink just before you and Lewis were launched for your presentation.
Hamilton shook his head disappointed hearing your giggle. He was opposed to your little ‘relationship’ or whatever you could call it but you couldn’t care less.
Fernando was a really handsome man and your age gap wasn’t something you worried about. The thing that actually worried you was his flirting. As much as you enjoyed it, the man was flirting with literally everybody earning him a status of a womanizer, which drove you crazy.
You wished you were the only one he flirted with. Little did you know that with you he meant it, he really meant it.
By the time the elevator lowered you down the Spaniard was gone. You figured he must have gone to do the interviews, to which you were escorted just after stepping out of the lift.
Later that evening you were sitting in the recording room you rented and recorded your podcast where you talked about working as an F1 driver and answered your fans’ questions. Most of the questions were about your work, some about the relationships with other drivers while some were just mean comments.
When something like that happened you usually just hung up with that person mid their sentence and answered another call as if nothing. You tried not to worry much about hate comments but had to admit that some really got into your brain and heart.
After 3 tiring hours you were almost by the end when someone asked you a very interesting question.
“Well... I was wondering... What do you think about Fernando flirting with you?”
You chuckled softly remembering all the times Nando flirted with you, how your cheeks flushed and the world seemed to stop leaving only the two of you in motion. You wouldn’t admit you loved it, but you truly did, sometimes even fantasized about it.
“You know... It’s not like he’s only flirting with me. I saw him flirt with Lance... Mark... I’m sure you saw those clips too. Fernando’s just a flirtatious guy”
“But what if it’s genuine?”
But what if it’s actually genuine?... You could only wish it was... He'd been doing this for a very long time, yet he never actually invited you on a date, that’s why you doubted it.
“If it was, he would’ve asked me out a long time ago. Unless he’s shy and tries to do it right now through you!”
You joked before thanking the girl and moving on to another person. Good thing it was the last one, because after the previous call the only thing you wanted to do was to drown yourself in your foolish fantasies.
“Last but not least – anonymous. Bring it up!”
“Would you be mad if Fernando actually tried to ask you out through somebody?...”
That voice... You could recognize it everywhere as it lingered behind Fernando almost always. Lance’s scared voice sounded in your earphones making you laugh. You never though Nando was actually too shy to ask you to a date himself, considering his shameless flirting and a status of a womanizer.
“Yes! Is he there with you?”
Silence fell on the other side before quiet bickering could be heard, then Alonso’s voice filled your ears.
“Hi...”
“Hi stranger. Is there something you would like to ask me?”
You smiled widely awaiting his response, legs jumping like crazy from excitement, teeth biting hardly into the bottom lip as the seconds felt like hours.
“Well... Uh... C-can you turn around?”
Frowning you did as he asked, turning in your chair to meet his silhouette waiting outside your glass office with a huge bouquet of field flowers – your favourite. You felt your heart melt at the thought that he remembered such little details about you. You gasped seeing him, that beautiful smile graced his face as he watched you turn back around.
“Couldn’t you just play along!? It could have been so romantic!”
He whined making you shake your head in amusement. You could not believe... The man always made you happy with just him being but this time you felt like on cloud 9.
“So?... What do you say?”
You sighed heavily thanking your audience before quickly dropping everything off and leaving the office.
“Do I have a choice?”
Asking playfully you grabbed Fernando’s arm and greeted his wingman.
“So where are we going?”
Lance dropped you off at one of the most expensive restaurants in Las Vegas, even though you told Fernando some beer and fries in a random bar was enough when he told you where you were going.
You were a little skimpy, coming from not so rich family and always felt chest pain when buying expensive things or when someone bought you something.
Alonso knew it well but he wanted to give you the whole world so since that date he had been showering you with presents, not letting you complain about the price nor giving them away.
“Fernando?...”
“Yes?”
“Please be honest... Why did it took you so long to ask me out?...”
You asked after you ordered your food. That question occupied your mind since you started to flirt with each other. You thought that if that womanizer actually liked you, he would’ve asked you on a date a long time ago, which slowly made you lose faith in the chemistry between you two. The man sighed heavily gathering his thoughts before he responded.
“Well... I have to admit I was scared... I have a big, toe curling crush on you since we’ve met but I guess I was just scared that such a beautiful, smart and young woman won’t take a liking in an old man like me... Even though you were flirting back I just wasn’t sure... “
He confessed. You smiled reassuringly and captured his hands in yours.
“Oh Fernie... You could’ve tried... The worst that could happen would be me rejecting you but I could never... You’re too handsome and wise for me not to fall for you. And don’t you ever again dare call yourself old. Because you’re not. I don’t mind your age and neither should you worry about our age gap. It’s not that big after all...”
“12 years is not a lot?”
Fernando asked with a chuckle earning one back. The man loved hearing and seeing you laugh, especially when he caused it.
“It’s not! I know worse cases!”
You laughed along the man. You’ve spent the night enjoying each other’s company, hoping the day would never end.
You woke up to the smell of fresh coffee and breakfast. You slept in his hotel room, in his bed but nothing happened between you two. Fernando loved you too much to rush anything sexual, prefering to just shower you in sweet kisses and goodnight hugs.
“Buenos días princesa~”(good morning princess)
The man soon walked in, a wooden tray full of food and two mugs of dark liquid in his hands. He sat down beside you and waited for you to sit up before he placed the tray in front of you.
“I’ve made you some breakfast. Your favourite. Chocolate pancakes with strawberries and bananas and caramel latte macchiato... Which I had to order from Starbucks downstairs as I am unable to use the coffee machine. Too complicated for my old mind”
You smiled happily and placed a sweet kiss to his lips before taking a sip of your coffee.
“Mmm... Thank you... You know me so well”
“Of course I do. I’m your one and only after all”
The man grinned before settling down beside you and joining you in eating. The morning passed by too quickly and soon you drove with Fernando to the paddock. Fortunately no paparazzi noticed you yet.
For the rest of your stay in Vegas, Alonso took you on dates, always to a different place thinking of different activities every time. You felt like he was what was missing in your life as you always felt a part of you lost until that evening.
The media quickly caught on to your romance, writing an article after an article about your relationship. The whole grid started to call you an old married couple the moment they found out, being very happy for you two just as the whole F1 community.
The only one who was still opposed to it was Lewis, but with time Fernando has managed to convince him he wasn’t so bad and treated you right.
Soon the 2023 season finished, that meant that in some time the F1 social media team was going to organise a Secret Santa gift exchange.
You wondered who’d you get, secretly hoping for Lewis, it would’ve been the easiest task ever as you knew well what he craved.
Unfortunately you drew Yuki and decided to buy him some food and sweets as it was the safest gift you were sure he’d like.
You weren’t the only one who drew someone other than they wished to. Fernando drew Esteban but wanted to get you, so he started to run around the paddock asking every driver if they got you.
Eventually he traded with Kevin who was more than happy to take Esteban, he just couldn’t think of a gift for you, whereas Fernando had his gift bought for you way earlier which waited in his apartment for the exchange.
When the day came, the social media staff caught you after an interview and you started to film your bit, which was the last one.
You sat down by the table and greeted the fans before taking the present the interviewer gave you. You smiled the whole time as you unwrapped the paper, a small black box emerging from it.
Opening it you revealed a beautiful gold ring with a shining amethyst in the midle. Looking confused at the ring you felt someone’s hand on your shoulder.
You turned around rapidly to see Fernando on his one knee in front of you, a soft smile plastered on his face as he looked deep into your eyes.
Tears started to fill yours when you finally understood what was going on, an awkward chuckle escaping your lips.
Some might thing it was too early as you only dated for a month but it felt like you've been together for those 2 years of flirting. Besides, Fernando felt like you were the one. No. He knew you were the one and you knew he was the only one for you too.
You shook your head not believing and hid your face in your hands.
“Fernando. Alonso. Diaz... You’re impossible”
You said soon, pulling your hands away from your face and smiling widely at the man.
“Is that a yes?”
You didn’t say anything instead quickly putting the ring on and throwing yourself at the man, you both falling to the ground with happy giggles and applause from the people surrounding you.
Grabbing his cheeks you kissed him passionately, not caring even a little about the cameras filming you, you wanted this moment captured and the whole world to see it.
It was the best month in your whole life...
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honeymoon avenue (k.th)
wc. 2812
genre. angst
tags. established relationship, mention of food, mentions of infidelity, insecurities, toxic relationship, a little aged up but ages are not specified, pet names (baby), taehyun is just really an asshole in this idk
a/n. this is kind of a repost but i finally edited this!! happy taehyun day!!!!!! part two will be up hopefully soon but it's a stand alone fic. this is based on honeymoon avenue by ariana grande, the song of my life <3333
more of my work
“thank you so much for having us.” you greet taehyun’s mother at the door about to leave their house. you’re holding a tupperware full of leftovers that she insisted you take with you. “taehyun doesn’t look like he eats much at home, so why don’t you guys take this with you?” you tried to laugh off her comment, but she pushed the bowl into your hand.
“are you sure you guys can’t spend the night?” she turned to her son, “they said the rain was going to get worse.”
“we didn’t bring anything to stay the night with.” you interjected.
one of taehyun’s best traits, in your opinion, was how much he cared about his family. simultaneously, his worst trait was his inability to say no to his mother.
“yeah, i don’t have to tell you how she gets when she doesn’t do her nighttime routine,” he joked. they both laughed while you stood in silence, looking back at the car, wishing more than anything that you could disappear from this place and erase this entire night from your memory.
“will you guys come to the house tomorrow before you leave?”
“prob—” taehyun began, but you cut him off.
“we don’t think so,” you feigned an apologetic tone. “we have to get out really early.”
“yeah, but we’ll try.” he finished.
you gave his mother a tight lipped smile and allowed her to say goodbye to her son for what felt like the fifteenth time that evening.
you walked to the car together silently.
you sat in the car together silently.
you watched as his mother entered the house and closed the front door.
he started the car, set up the gps, and turned on the radio, without saying so much as a word to you. you scoffed and he quickly turned the volume down.
“what?” he asked with genuine confusion, but there was an undercurrent of frustration beneath the surface.
“seriously?” you countered.
“what?” a hint of defensiveness crept into his voice.
“i can’t believe you said that.”
“what did i say?”
“you completely threw me under the bus with your mom. you know how she gets. please tell me how i get.” your words were sharp, biting with accusation, and taehyun rolled his eyes at your comment, annoyance flickering across his face.
“i’m really tired. i don’t want to do this right now.”
you watched him as he pulled out of the driveway and made his way out of the neighborhood, feeling the tension simmering between the two of you.
it was another rainy day and you were driving into your hometown to surprise your parents. it was hour six of your drive when your phone died and you noticed you were almost out of gas. you stopped at a nearby diner and asked around for a charger. taehyun was sitting by the window, focused on his computer, with papers sprawled on the table in front of him, a half drunk cup of coffee beside him. for the first time in thirty minutes, he looked up when he heard your voice and laid his eyes on quite literally the most beautiful person he’d ever seen in his life. or so he tells everyone whenever he recounts this story.
“hey,” he called out to you. “i have a charger you can use.”
you sat opposite him in the booth, and he took this as an invitation to introduce himself to you. “hey, i’m taehyun by the way.”
“and i’m forever grateful to you taehyun.”
“your parents named you “forever grateful”?” he laughed at his joke and you joined him.
“yeah, it was my great grandmother’s name.” you joked as well. “actually, my name is y/n.”
against your protest, he ordered food for you and you sat with him for hours, completely forgetting that you were supposed to be surprising your parents that evening. when the rain cleared up, you took your phone from him, but not before asking for his phone number.
and now you’re both sitting in a rental car, stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic. the air is thick with anticipation of the impending thunderstorm. you noticed the tension etched in your boyfriend’s features. frustration creased his eyebrows, his jaw clenched with each passing moment of immobility. his fingers tapped restlessly on the steering wheel as his impatience grew with each second you spent at the traffic light.
“what’s wrong?” your gaze turned towards him, searching his face for answers.
“nothing,” he responded tersely as he made an abrupt u-turn.
“tae, what are you doing?” a furrow formed between your brows as you watched his erratic behavior.
“nothing, baby,” he sighed. his eyes remained fixed on the road.
“why are you turning around?”
“too much traffic. this way is faster.” a hint of annoyance crept into his words, but that didn’t stop you from persisting.
“the gps just said you should turn around again.”
“i know where we’re going, baby, this way is faster.” though his voice was firm, there was a note of uncertainty in his eyes that betrayed his facade of confidence.
“tae, are you sure?”
“i don’t need you fucking second guessing me, y/n?” he snapped. you flinched at the tone of his voice, the sting of his anger hitting you like a physical blow. so you quickly muttered apologies to try and ease the weight of his irritation that was pressing down on you like a burden.
“fuck, baby.” he softened. “i’m sorry, i’m just really tired and i want to go to bed,” his hand reached out for yours in a gesture of reconciliation, but you gently pushed him away.
“it’s fine, let’s just get home.”
“you further shrunk in your seat. things weren’t always this tense between you and taehyun, obviously. at first and for the longest time, he was so perfect – your relationship was so perfect. he was so thoughtful and sweet. there was never a morning where you woke up without seeing a text message from him. even when he was busy, he always made time for you – he always made you a priority.
but a year and a half into your relationship, you noticed him pulling away from you. it started out as him arriving late to dinners to him not even bothering to show up sometimes. you noticed him sneaking away to take work calls right before bed. you could go days without seeing or speaking to each other. some days he was out of the house before you woke up and you could hear him sliding into the shower in the early hours of the morning.
he wasn’t as involved as he was before and nothing hurt more than feeling like you were in a relationship with yourself.
and you did try to bring it up to him, on multiple occasions. but he would always shut it down with every excuse under the sun.
“i already said i was sorry, baby.” he groaned at you when you asked where he was. you got home from the restaurant he was supposed to meet you an hour ago to find taehyun on the couch in front of the tv. “i just wish you told me before i wasted an hour waiting for you.” you tried to push the tears back, but it was no use. “you know i’m up for that promotion. i was at work and it just slipped my mind.” he continued. he turned off the tv and walked out of the room, leaving you alone on the couch, tears staining your new dress.
sometimes you felt like maybe you were the problem. maybe you were the one who wasn’t working hard enough to keep him interested. you weren’t doing enough to make him stay.
and that brings you to tonight. you planned this trip to his hometown to visit his parents because he hadn’t seen them in months. honestly, you never really got on great with his mother, but you always told yourself that because she’s important to him, you wanted – you needed – to get on her good side for him.
you did everything for him.
everything was going to be perfect at this dinner. you were going to wow his parents – his mother in particular. you and him were going to get back on the right lane. everything was going to be perfect.
to your surprise, when you walked into the dining room, you saw an extra place setting. “i thought it was a family dinner, are we expecting someone else?” you asked your boyfriend, who just shrugged in response. he gave his mom the bottle of wine that you picked out, and you tried to ignore the idea that something bad was going to happen.
everything was going well. you were in the kitchen with his mom talking about the renovations that they had done on the house last month, while taehyun and his dad were in the living room. the doorbell rang and you stupidly and naively volunteered to get it.
and that was when you saw her, holding the tupperware you were currently nursing in your lap, with a big smile on her face. you turned around to see your boyfriend and his mother rush to the door. his mom squealed, “oh honey, i’m so glad you could make it.”
taehyun, on the other hand, looked like he just saw a ghost.
after ten minutes of tense silence, taehyun finally broke it. “you know, you could have been a lot nicer.”
“i could have been a lot nicer?” your tone was incredulous, eyebrows raised in disbelief at his audacity.
“yeah, you could have been a lot nicer to my mom. she’s really trying, you know.”
you wanted to laugh at him for insinuating that if his mother had any interest in being nice to you, tonight was the night she decided to make an effort. “she hates me,” you sighed, the weariness evident in your voice.
“she does not hate you.”
“she invited your ex-girlfriend to dinner.”
“she’s a family friend.”
“she tried to undermine me,” you began, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.
“you’re being ridiculous,” he said under his breath.
“and you do nothing to defend me every time she makes a snide comment about me.” the lump in your throat growing with each word.
he chuckled, the sound lace with bitterness. “okay, what did she say?”
“you want me to recount all the times your mother has verbally abused me since we started dating?”
“verbally abused,” he repeated, mockingly. “that’s definitely a phrase.”
“don’t do this to me,” you pleaded, feeling the tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. “taehyun, i sat for three hours while your mother broke down everything she hates about me and compared me to your ex-girlfriend that she invited to the dinner that i planned for you. so please don’t try to negate the way i feel.”
his silence only fueled your anger, the frustration boiling over inside you. “god, i don’t even know why i’m doing this.”
“doing what?”
“trying to make sure that this thing works.”
“this thing?”
“our relationship–” you exhaled, the weight of your words hanging in the air. “being in this relationship makes me so unhappy. and i– i keep trying to make this work. i keep trying to make you happy and you don’t give me anything in return.”
his scoff cut through the air like a knife, but he remained silent, refusing to engage with you.
“can you please say something?” you begged him.
“i don’t give you anything in return?”
“no tae, you don’t.”
“i didn’t realize this relationship was a fucking business transaction.”
god, why do you always do this?” you threw your hands up in exasperation.
“what am i doing?” he scoffed again.
“every time i try to talk to you, you always try to make me feel like shit.”
“i’m sorry, i’m just not seeing the problems that –” his excuses grated on your nerves, pushing you to your breaking point.
“are you cheating on me?” you asked quietly, the words hanging heavy in the air between you.
“what?” his voice carried a note of surprise, but his eyes remained fixed on the road ahead.
“are you cheating on me?” you repeated, turmoil brewing inside you. you studied his face intently, searching for any hint of deceit.
“you’re fucking ridiculous, i’m not having this conversation right now.” his response was curt, his tone was laced with irritation as he refused to meet your gaze.
“why? because you’re fucking your ex? why can’t you answer my question?” your voice rose, desperation creeping into your voice as you implored him to give you a straight answer.
“no, i’m not fucking my ex.”
“but you are cheating on me?” you tried to calm yourself down, your voice returning to its regular volume.
“no, i’m not cheating on you.” he briefly turns to look at you. “i’m not fucking cheating on you.” he made another abrupt turn, his grip tightening on the steering wheel.
“where the fuck are we going?”
“i told you, i’m trying to fucking go home.” he hit the gas, the car lurching forward. you could tell that you pissed him off.
“then why aren’t you following the gps?”
“because i know the fastest way to get home, just fucking trust me.”
“stop the car.” you demanded.
“what?”
“you heard me. stop the car. right now.” you told him again, you heart pounding in your chest as you steeled yourself for what comes next. he slowed down and brought the car to a halt, pulling over at the side of the road. without a word, you got out of the car.
“can you get back into the car?”
“no, i’m going to find my way home.”
“y/n, please stop being ridiculous and just get in the fucking car.”
“can you please stop calling me ridiculous?”
“well, if you stopped acting ridiculous, i wouldn’t have to call you that.” he countered. “can you please just get in the car? let’s go home.”
you turned to face the side of you. the rain was beating down on you, helping you mask the tears streaming down your face. “i can’t keep doing this. i don’t want to do this anymore,” you repeated to yourself, your voice barely above a whisper. you don’t really know if you’re talking to him or to yourself but the words were heavy with finality.
he unbuckled his seatbelt and met you on the side of the road. he wrapped his arms around you. “you don’t want to do what? go home?”
“i don’t want to be in this relationship anymore.” you turn around to face him
“come one, don’t say that. please just get in the car. we can talk about this when we get home.” he pleaded with you. the threat of actually losing you sobered him up quickly.
“get home? tae, we don’t even know where the fuck we’re going.” you screamed in his face, but he didn’t even flinch. he just wrapped his arms around you and you fell into his shoulder at his embrace.
“you’re gonna get sick, baby. please let’s just talk about this in the car.” you nodded and complied with him, getting back into the car.
you both sat in silence in the parked car at the side of the road.
“i’m sorry,” he finally broke the silence.
“you can’t keep saying that after you hurt me.”
“i know, i know, but i don’t want to lose you,” he confessed.
“i’m sor–” he started but shut up when he saw you wiping the tears from your face.
“did you know?” you looked up at him. “did you know that she was going to be at the dinner?” he looked back at you blinking. you took his silence as an answer.
“my mom told me a few days before we got here, but i didn’t think she would actually invite her or that she would actually show up.” it was your turn now to not give him an answer. “i never cheated on you. you have to believe me.”
“i don’t know, tae.” you sniffed. “i don’t know what to believe. i just know that i’ve never felt this sad ever in my life and i don’t want to feel like this anymore.”
“i don’t want to lose you.” you could see the tears build up in his eyes, even though he looked away from you quickly.
“we’re both miserable in this relationship. this isn’t working for either of us anymore. we should just get out while we don’t completely hate each other. take a break from each other.”
“okay,” he softly conceded.
and with that he put the car back in drive, and followed the route back to the hotel. the only sound in the car is the pitter patter of the rain on the window.
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&team as your flirty best friend
pairing(s): bsf!ot9 x fem!reader ⌙ 0.8k
genre(s): general + fluff
tag(s): bsf!andteam, friends to idk…
author’s note: this was an anonymous request. i’m so sorry for posting this so late 😞. i hope this is what you wanted though! this is nottt proofread, im too tired to so please ignore all the mistakes 🗣
nicholas
he clings to you 24/7, he can’t get enough of you and visibly gets jealous when you speak to someone and they show obvious interest in you.
people definitely think nicho is your overly-protective boyfriend with how much he’s around you.
most of the time, he flirts with you shamelessly. you’re not totally against it though…!
even his members are confused about your relationship status. the one time you flirted with him back, his face flushed; you thought it was cute, nicholas downplays it though.
yuma
he uses random pickup lines on you that he finds online.
yu is normally really touchy with you too, it’s more intimate most of the time.
when yuma becomes jealous, he usually just stays silent and barely interacts with you (you coax him to talk with his favourite things.)
asks you out ‘jokingly’ but we all know it isn’t. always happy when you are.
harua
haru always sends you his cute eye-smile because who doesn’t fold when he does that. you’re both so flirty with eachother, it’s so obvious you’re both idiots in love.
he has a polaroid of both you and him on the back on his phone, it’s of you kissing his cheek and he keeps it dear to him.
he barely gets jealous, it’s mostly you that does. and when that does happen, he teases you for days on end.
“don’t worry, i’m all yours.” you can never win with harua.
k
back hugs are his way of making you feel all fuzzy inside, and he knows it.
you’re used to his sly comments and k abuses it by constantly complimenting you on how pretty he thinks you are.
one time you brushed a strand of hair out of his face and he stuttered in his words. you found it so adorable that you keep doing it randomly
both of you are honestly so cute. yudai never leaves you alone for more than a second. teases you way too much for your own liking.
fuma
he always has his arm around your waist every single minute while calling you a ‘pretty girl’.
just like nicholas, his jealousy shows all the time. it’s so obvious too, might as well start dating now fr
with you, he’s so gentle but teases you all the time. hopelessly in love with you (he’ll never admit it) and his nicknames for you have you weak in the knees.
fuma is notorious for being your second half, his members thought you were dating for the longest time because of how much you guys were seen together.
maki
you think he’s so insufferable; he flirts with you so shamelessly and only grins wider when you return the energy.
after you said that his dimples were your favourite thing on him he started smiling tenfold in your presence. it wasn’t really surprising because that was already your effect on him anyways.
always asks for kisses on the cheek and you always dismiss him. but the one time you do, you never heard the end of it.
“it’s official guys, she loves me!”
euijoo
you’re the only one he lets call him ‘juju’ because he thinks it sounds the best coming off your pretty lips. touchy baby #2, he always has to have his hands on you.
his flirts are not shallow and you can tell, that’s why you entertain them.
once he introduced you to the teamies, they snickered and said you were always talked about by euijoo himself. you found it too endearing and couldn’t help but tease him for it.
whenever he calls you ‘baby’, you can never focus on what he says next. literally has heart eyes when you look his way.
jo
so soft with you, he’s the most gentlest — a gentleman to the fullest. one time he took you out to a friendly dinner date (we all know it wasn’t)
and he did everything. jo pulled your chair, made sure you were comfortable, and more.
sings you love songs he wrote, his voice is honey-like but also soothing at the same time.
jo sings with so emotion that he sways you. sends passes your way as a way of his flirting.
“you’re so beautiful, what wouldn’t i do to have you as mine. hmm?” he sounded so hot saying this.
taki
knows what he’s doing to you yet still continues with his advances.
“can you come over? i miss you.” you’ve heard this line about 100 times from him.
you always have strands of your hair covering your eyes and he’s always the first one to put them behind your ear. chuckling when he notices your abrupt silence.
the flirting is mutual, whenever you converse with him, he holds unwavering eye contact. taki loves looking into your eyes when he speaks to you.
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Tired of Me Yet? [Leona Kingscholar]
Content: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Established Relationship, Happy Birthday Leona!
Pronouns: None
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“Are you tired of him yet?”
You were in Heartslabyul’s lounge, studying for an upcoming exam with the help of Riddle, Trey and Cater (mainly Riddle and Trey).
Cater, who had been scrolling through Magicam, suddenly asked you that question.
“Tired of who?” You knew who he meant, but you decided to play dumb.
“Come on—you know who.” He slung an arm over your shoulder. “I was scrolling through your feed, and like, I see all these cute pictures of you, but none of your boo—”
You rolled your eyes. “You know that he doesn’t care for all that—”
“But what about you? Don’t you care?” He pushed. “I mean—you’re dating a prince!”
You sighed. “So doesn’t that mean that what I’m doing makes sense.”
He nodded. “Sure, sure—but he literally just posted an hour ago.” He shoved his phone on your nose.
The picture was candid, Leona was looking outward to the horizon. His face was relaxed, and his lips were slightly upturned.
You smiled.
“Cater, either get back to studying, or leave.” Riddle scolded him.
“My B, Riddle.” He shifted back into his seat.
You spent the rest of your time thinking about what exactly had Leona smiling like that.
“Okay guys, I’m gonna go now—bye!” It was halfway through lunch, and knew Leona was getting impatient (and so were you, you wanted to see him now).
“You’re deliverin’ his food again?” Jack asked, scratching the back of his head. “Aren’t you tired of doing that for him?”
You frowned. “Is there an issue with me going to spend time with my partner?”
“No, I don’t mean like that. I just mean—”
You cut him off. “The issue is me bringing him the food. Okay, but why wasn’t it an issue when Ruggie did it?”
“Because Ruggie had a motive.” Epel, surprisingly, answered. “He’s got me caught up in that shi—stuff before, too.” He rolled his eyes, frowning bitterly.
“So, I have to have a motive to see my partner?”
“I think what they mean,” Ortho began, “is that they feel like you’re being used by Leona Kingscholar, and they don’t like that.”
Your frown lessened a bit. You guess you understood where they were coming from. Epel knew Leona from Magishift, and from what you’ve heard he could be pretty stringent. Jack knew him as his Dorm Leader, someone who had saved his bushy tail from getting jumped by 30 of his peers, but he did let him get beat on a bit before he stepped in (beat the lesson in his head literally). And Ortho mainly knew him from information gathered online, other students' words-of-mouth testimonies and his brother, Idia’s ramblings and tangents.
You held back a sigh, instead choosing to smile. “I get it. Thanks for worrying about me, but I’m fine—we’re fine.”
Yes, you were fine.
“Alone again?” Your lips flattened at the question.
After your last exam of the day, you decided that you were going to treat yourself to the new drink at the Monstro Lounge.
Or, at least, you were attempting to.
Jade had been suspiciously waiting on you more than the rest of the customers, and you knew that this was for a reason other than good customer service because now Azul had decided to grace you with his presence.
“That Leona Kingscholar, I can’t believe that he would leave you here all by your lonesome…” He placed a hand over his chest. “Aren’t you tired of him, my dear?”
You stood, shoving the thaumarks against his chest. “The drink was wonderful.” You spit, stepping past him, and out the lounge.
You weren’t going to listen to his shit.
“Yo! The party has arrived!” Ace called as he and Deuce entered Ramshackle. After the Halloween incident, Ace had basically bullied Crowley into giving him (and a few trusted others) a spare set of keys.
“Why is it so quiet…?” Deuce wondered as the two entered the common room.
“…with Leona…” Grim answered through a yawn.
Ace groaned, plopping down on the couch. “Lammee. We already had this planned out.”
“Maybe the Perfect forgot?” Deuce supplied. “We did just finish our back-to-back exams.”
“Nah, got a call from Leona…didn’t hear what he said, but …myrah rushed out the door before I could ask.” He rolled over on his back, pawing at his belly. “I’m used to it.”
“Used to it?” Ace raised a brow. “This happen often?”
“Yeah” He shrugged.
“Really? Are you really okay with that, Grim?” Deuce asked, peering over at Grim, whose face truly didn’t give anything away.
“You sure you’re okay with being left here alone so often?” Ace pushed, “Aren’t you tired of that?”
He shrugged. “My hench-human is happy, so I’m happy.” He paused, then smirked wide. “Plus, I was given the okay to eat whatever I wanted. Nyehhehe!”
Deuce sighed and shook his head, while Ace stood, nodding toward the door.
“Well come on then, you can crash with us tonight.” He smirked. “We might even be able to get Trey to make us some sweets.”
“Tired of me yet?” Out of all the people to ask—
You were surprised that it took this long.
You sighed (you had been sighing a lot lately), a bit more huffy than you meant. “No.”
You were currently lounging in Leona’s room after dealing with Rook and Floyd, who had been lingering around the Savanaclaw Mirror. For some reason, the two were more susceptible to your words, so after a short exchange they vacated the area.
Leona, who was laying with his head in your lap (fighting off the rumble in his chest as your fingers carded through his hair), stared at you, but said nothing.
You closed your eyes, scared of looking past the surface of the chartreuse gaze. “Sorry, it’s just… I've been asked that a lot lately.”
“Oh? Small world…” His voice was flat, but your ears didn’t miss the way that it started off breathy. “Well, if that’s the case then—” He started to raise up, but you pushed him back down gently.
“I sent them straight, don't worry. Cater was confused about why we don’t have any pictures up on my Magicam, but I’m okay with that— I know how you don’t like taking pictures like that.
“Jack, Epel and Ortho—well mainly Jack— were worried that me taking food to you was like you were trying to take advantage of me. Like I had become your new Ruggie, but with more benefits.
“And then Azul.” Your lip curled, eyes snapping open. “Fuck him especially.”
“What did he say?” There was an obvious edge to his tone.
You rolled your eyes. “He didn’t say much, but ugh! It’s just the way that he talks—Seven, I wanna punch him.”
“Snrk!” The snort became full-blown laughter that had his chest rumbling. “You’re gonna punch the Cephalo-punk?”
“I just might, yeah.” You nodded at him.
He fell quiet again, gaze searching yours. Then the corners of his mouth dropped, and he sighed.
“There does need to be change.” He sat up, this time with no push back from you. He adjusted himself to face you full, then grabbed your hands. “Do you want pics of us on your Magicam? In general?”
You pursed your lips then nodded. “…I’d like that, yeah.”
“Okay, I can try to do that. I can also come and get my own lunch, but you best believe that I’ll be taking you back out with me.”
You bit your lip, trying to fight the growing smile. “Yeah, that’s fine—Oh! But what about Grim?” Leona raised a brow, so you continued. “I can’t just keep leaving him by himself. He’s basically a kid…”
At the mention of the word ‘kid’ his face scrunched up, he relented regardless. “Yeah, I get it. I guess I can come over there, and—”
“And spend the night? I mean we have been working on those guest rooms, and there’s plenty of them and I think it would be if you—”
Warm, supple lips pressed against your own, making you putty against it.
“Let’s go shopping this weekend for my stuff, alright?”
“Tired of me yet?”
“After all these years?” You paused as you tapped a finger against your lips, the glint of the metal wrapped around it glittering in the morning sun. “Of course not. If anything, I yearn more for you.”
“You are so corny.” He said through a bubble of laughter.
You grabbed his face, gently pulling him to yours, and enveloped him in a kiss.
“Happy birthday, My King.”
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Penalty Box Series— High School Edition: Prom
General Masterlist
y’all asked, and i delivered <3 (just way later) p.s the cringe is on purpose because who wasn't cringey in high school?
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yourusername BREAKING NEWS: the gang went to prom!
pic one: sexy girl is swooned by her boyfriend
pic two: two kids happily in love on their way to the dance <3
pic three: mom takes marvelous picture of her favorite child!
pic four: five loser boys refuse to take a normal picture
pic five: sexy girl makes her twin brother carry her (for the first time ever)
pic six: two losers (lexi and spencey) photobomb a picture of some hot girls
pic seven: sexy girl gets tired of her shoes
pic eight : sexy girl and her brother’s date run away from sexy girl’s boyfriend and brother because they were being annoying
pic nine: sexy girl’s sexy boyfriend goes a little crazy at the after party
thanks for a wild night, boys❤️
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{4} - Written in the Stars - Yandere!Idol!Yeosang X Tall!Chubby!Reader
Soft Yandere AU & Idol AU
Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Fluff, Slight Humor, Slow Burn
Pairing: Yeosang X Reader (ft. future Ateez and Skz ensemble)
Words: 12,502
Warnings: Slow burn. Minor fatshaming, oc gets called a bitch a few times (not by anyone important), minor assault and uncomfortable/inappropriate comments made towards the oc. K-Drama moment. I think that's all This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.
A/n: It's been literally forever since I updated this omg, but I hope you all enjoy this part!! I'll edit it tomorrow after I wake up, so please excuse any mistakes. I'm super tired and not feeling the greatest at the moment because of it. Anyways, as always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~
Also, gentle reminder that I don’t do tag lists.
Disclaimer: It's not often this chapter where this applies, but the following is important to note:
"This represents a line spoken in Korean."
"Bolded represents a line spoken in English."
"Bolded and italics represents a line spoken in Japanese."
Mini Masterlist - Part One - Part Two - Part Three
Placing the mug onto the table in front of you, you pull out a chair and sit down.
“I’m serious!” Winry laughs. “Rumour on the street is that you and Yuta are dating! After those images of him holding your hand at that award’s show went viral, it was the talk of the town.”
Letting out a puff of air, you run a hand over the top of your head. “It must not be a very popular story. Mark hasn’t said anything about it to me.”
“Maybe he’s jealous.” She shrugs, taking a sip from the mug you’ve already provided for her.
Immediately, you start laughing. “I highly doubt that.”
“Yuta is your biggest wrecker in NCT,” she shrugs casually.
“Yeah, but he doesn’t know that.” You reply.
“You told him that Ten is your bias, but not the fact that Yuta is your wrecker?” Winry quirks a brow.
“Essentially,” your shoulder lifts nonchalantly in confirmation. “Also told him that he was my first NCT bias cause he wouldn’t stop complaining about it.”
“Damn,” she breathes. “Boy must have ascended when you told him that.”
“You’re blowing things out of proportion.” You shake your head teasingly. “They’re just my friends.”
“Are you sure they think that?” She quirks a brow.
Only, before you can respond, her phone rings.
“I’m so sorry,” she grins sheepishly, checking who the caller is. “It’s Wyatt.”
Understanding passes over your features. “Well, aren’t you going to answer it?”
“Are you sure?” She looks genuinely hesitant to.
“Of course! He’s your significant other, after all!” You encourage her to answer by motioning towards her phone. “You haven’t talked lately cause of his business trip, right? Please, be my guest!”
A grateful smile tugs onto her lips as she stands from your kitchen table. Not even a moment later, she’s pressing accept on the call as she retreats into your living room for a bit more privacy.
You watch her disappear around the couch, noticing how she tucks herself away in the corner by the balcony. Her voice is low, so you can’t really make out what she says, but from the expression on her face you can tell just how happy she is to be talking with him. You smile.
Shifting your gaze to your hands, you pull your mug in closer to yourself. A moment later, you bring it to your lips, taking a small sip of the hot chocolate you’ve made. At least it’s cool enough for you to drink now.
Pulling your phone out of the side pocket of your leggings, you decide to distract yourself for the time being. You don’t want Winry to feel as if she has to rush her conversation with her significant other. After all, they haven’t spoken in over a week, let alone seen each other recently. With their busy schedules, you can’t even remember the last time she spoke about seeing him.
Scrolling through Tumblr, you check your notifications.
Despite being a published author, you still maintain some of your blogs from before. The sentiment is far too great for you to give up now, and you enjoy it too much. Besides, it’s fun to post little pieces here and there on your old writing accounts. When inspiration strikes, it strikes hard.
There are only a few select people that know you still do this. Well, more than just a few. Still, it’s quite fun to see new readers message you asking you if you’re really who they think you are, only for you to reply that you are not. It’s like a huge game of detective for your followers that are convinced you are who you say you are not, but don’t have any proof. Of course, you use an alias online now, but regardless, you don’t think you could give up your blogs, even if you tried.
“Sorry about that.” Winry’s voice manages to pull you out of your thoughts.
Locking your phone, you place it beside your mug on the table. "No worries at all; I don’t mind.”
She smiles, but from the way she begins to fidget in her seat, you can tell that she has more to say.
You quirk a brow.
“Wyatt came back a few days early. He said he wanted to surprise me, but when he got back to our apartment, I wasn’t at home.” She begins.
You hum in acknowledgement.
“He said he had a surprise he wanted to give me, and that he wanted to take me out for the day.” She continues. “I told him I was spending time with you.”
You take another sip of your drink.
“Of course, he seemed a little disappointed, but he understood-“
“Winry, if you want to go spend the day with your significant other, don’t worry about me.” You reply.
“But we planned for us to spend the day together…” She counters, shoulders twitching as she fiddles with her hands beneath the table.
“I know you want to see him.” You smile assuringly. “It’s been, what? Two months?”
“Almost three.” She breathes out, whole body stilling as she stares at the top of your kitchen table almost absentmindedly.
“Then, by all means! Go! Spend the day with him!” You motion for her to stand. “We can always reschedule. Who knows when you’ll get to see him like this again.”
“Are you sure?” Hopeful eyes meet your own.
“Positive.” You nod, quite enthusiastically. “Go have fun with Wyatt! We saw each other last week, and I’m sure we’ll see each other again soon.”
It’s as if a tension lifts from her entire body. “You’re the best!”
You laugh, watching as she scrambles to her feet and towards the front door. “I know.”
“I owe you. Big time for this.” She says as you follow her to the front. “Seriously, I can’t thank you enough.”
“I need to run a few errands, anyways.” You wave her off, holding your mug delicately in your one hand. “Gives me an excuse to go do some things I’ve been putting off before tomorrow.”
“Oh yeah, your signing is tomorrow, right?” She finishes slipping on her shoes.
You nod.
“We’ll be there.” She states, rather firmly.
“You don’t have to-“
“Nonsense!” She shakes her head. “I’m coming to support you, and I’m dragging his ass along with me, too. Payback for this little ‘surprise’.”
The two of you share a small laugh.
“Okay, well, say ‘hi’ for me, and have fun!” You smile, holding the door open for her as she exits your apartment.
“Will do!” She calls over her shoulder as she heads down the hallway. “See you later!”
Waving your final goodbye, you shut the door softly. As soon as the lock clicks into place, a small sigh is escaping your lips. Well, there go your plans of spending your day with your friend.
Oh, well. It happens.
Stopping off in the kitchen on your way back to the table, you’re quick to place your now empty mug in the sink. A few steps later, you’ve moved over to grab your phone off of the top of the table, shifting to put Winry’s glass into the sink as well.
Leaning against the counter, you scroll through your phone. You do have a few things you could get done today, but you weren’t really planning on doing them until later. Perhaps you can find a café or something when you’re finished, and get some writing done.
A sudden message from Jongho in the group chat catches your attention. It appears that they’re all at the dance studio for practice, as he’s sent a selfie to go along with it. Only, you can tell he was really sneaking a picture of the two males doing… whatever it is that they’re doing in the background.
You:Please tell me that’s some kind of elaborate stretch I’ve never heard about and not choreo for your next comeback.
You: And if it’s neither… Damn, you guys really get it on in the studio? I heard some of you were freaky, but I didn’t think you were that bad
Mingi: BAHAHAHAHAHAHA
You honestly laugh at how many emojis this man uses.
Seonghwa: Why? Are you interested in what goes on during practice?
Yunho: Wanna watch?
The side eyes Yunho sends you have you quirking a brow.
Jongho: Uh-oh, now the hot Cheeto is mad.
Another picture is sent, this time of Wooyoung angrily storming towards where you believe Jongho to be sitting. You can see both Mingi and San laughing in the background of this one while Hongjoong just looks exasperated.
Wooyoung: If you’re gonna sneak pictures of me in compromising positions to send to our sexy author friend, at least make sure to get my good side.
Jongho: What ‘good side’?
Wooyoung:Do you see? Do you see the harsh words I have to put up with from my junior everyday?
Yeosang: To be fair, he’s not the only one wondering
At the pondering emoji Yeosang uses, you cannot help but send a few laughing ones of your own.
Wooyoung: NOT YOU, TOO!
Wooyoung: First, you break my heart by giving me false hope that I’m your bias. Then, you won’t even tell me that I’m your wrecker. And now, you LAUGH at my MISERY?
Wooyoung: You are a meanie >:(
You:Wait wait wait
You: I knew that, but how did YOU know that? :0
A slew of laughing emojis are sent from a bunch of the guys, you smiling down at your phone. This short interaction has really served to boost your mood, and you cannot help the way a few chuckles escape you as you read their continued banter back and forth.
Hongjoong: You should come hang out with us sometime during practice. At least that way I know Wooyo will behave.
You can practically hear the whine Wooyoung is sure to let out in response as you read this message, and you cannot prevent the way your lips quirk upwards.
Seonghwa: Yeah! The staff seem to like you, and our manager already said it was okay.
A moment where you see a few of them typing their responses.
Wooyoung: Besides… you’d get to watch us dance~
You: Be honest, is this another one of your attempts to figure out my bias?
Hongjoong: No!
Hongjoong: Most definitely not!
Hongjoong: Why would you think that?
Hongjoong: I would never!
You receive a photo from Yeosang of Hongjoong intensely staring down at his phone, his ears clearly bright red as he pouts.
Yunho:Betrayal…
You shake your head in amusement.
You: As long as you can guarantee I won’t be in the way, or be too much of a distraction… I’ll think about it.
Several various cheering emojis are sent to you by some clearly overexcited males (Wooyoung, Mingi, and Jongho), while the others are able to type out their excitement with small phrases.
San: Since we’re now all apparently taking a break… what are you up to currently?
You: Me? Well, I was supposed to spend the day with a friend, but something came up, so now I’m going to go run some errands. Might find a café of something and do some writing.
Hongjoong: Did you even get any sleep last night?
You: Hey! Of course I did! Besides, you’re one to talk. I woke up to five messages all an hour apart. You were up WAY later than I was. You need more sleep than I do!
Hongjoong: It’s not my fault I do my best work at night.
A meme is sent from you of a man in a purple shirt pointing his finger in the air while saying ‘you got me there’.
You: I swear, one of these days I’m going to knock you unconscious and FORCE you to sleep
Hongjoong: That’s rich, considering YOU are practically always awake when I am
Another meme is sent from you of a stuffed bear wrapped in a blanket burrito while laying on a bed. A knife peeks out from the blanket. The caption reads something along the lines of, ‘I will sneak into your house and replace all your drinks with sleepy time tea. You will be forced to breathe in comforting scents which soothe the mind, and as you fall unconscious, the last image you will have is of me smiling over you with a nice warm blanket tucking you in. This is a THREAT.’
Wooyoung: If this is how you threaten people, then I want IN
Mingi: Oh, oh! Threaten ME next!
You: You would not BELIEVE how many times my one friend sends me this, especially when it’s like, five am my time, and they’re just sitting down for dinner in their time zone.
Hongjoong: You drive a hard bargain…
Yunho: My god, I think he’s actually listening for once…
Seonghwa: I have been trying for YEARS-
Hongjoong: It only works if she’s the one to do it.
Wooyoung: I’d listen, too, if I had a pretty lady always telling me what to do.
San: Yeah, yeah, we all know you’re an obedient sub.
Wooyoung: LIKE YOU WERE THINKING ANY DIFFERENT!
The cackle that escapes you nearly causes you to drop your phone.
Mingi: Wooyo’s got a point…
You: Am I suddenly in the wrong group chat?
Yunho: Nope, same one. You should see how mad Jongho looks right now.
A photo is provided by Wooyoung this time of the youngest sitting against the mirrors with a frown on his face. He hugs his knees to his chest as he stares down at his phone.
Your own brows furrow in confusion, but before you can respond, Yeosang beats you to it.
Yeosang: Will you all stop fucking flirting with each other?
You nearly drop your phone.
San: Oop- we’ve gone and made Yeo mad
Wooyoung: Just cause YOU’RE not her favourite doesn’t mean you have to spoil OUR fun, Sangie.
You: Woah, woah, woah, who said he’s not my favourite?
This seems to shut all of them up for a good few minutes.
Seonghwa: Yeosang’s your bias?
Another minute of silence.
Yunho: You seem to have incited a war.
Another picture is sent. A pile consisting of Yeosang, Jongho, Wooyoung, and Hongjoong all seemingly rolling around on the floor is shown. San stands to the side with Mingi, the former attempting to pull the pile of males on the floor apart while the latter laughs.
You send some side eye emojis along with a few laughing faces.
You: You guys are really THAT desperate to know who my bias is?
Mingi: Does that mean Yeosang ISN’T your bias?
A shrugging emoji is all he receives from you in response. For now.
You: Any one of you could or couldn’t be my main bias.
You: Like I said, you have to buy me a drink first ;)
Wooyoung: Why can’t you just tell us? :(
A sigh escapes you, thumbs hovering in the air over the keyboard as multiple of them seem to agree with Wooyoung’s inquiry.
You: It’s just a personal thing I have.
You: I don’t mind telling other people, but when it comes to the actual people it involves, it’s a different story. I don’t know how much my opinion of each of you matters, but I’ve never really enjoyed picking favourites when that choice is told to said people. I don’t like the connotations of multiple people getting their hopes up that I’ll pick them as my favourite, only to choose someone else. I don’t like disappointing people, and I also am all too familiar with the feeling of not even being someone’s last choice. If I tell you who I bias, it will most likely be at some point when we’re one on one. If you’re still interested at that point.
You:I just-
You: Did that make sense? I can try and explain it better if you need me to.
Yeosang: We understand. Don’t force yourself to do something that makes you uncomfortable.
Wooyoung: Don’t worry! We’ll stop bothering you about it.
Yunho: Wooyoung… just agreed to stop pestering someone…
San: It’s a Christmas miracle!
Jongho: He’s still pouting about it in the corner…
A photo is received showing both Hongjoong, Mingi, and Wooyoung all standing dejectedly in the corner.
You: Damn, are you guys going to start growing mushrooms like Tamaki from Ouran now, too? I didn’t realize my opinion of you mattered so much.
You: If it makes you all feel any better, I think you’re all wonderful people. I thought that before I met you, and getting to know you all has only solidified that fact.
Quite a few typing bubbles appear onscreen. A moment later, you’re flooded by emoticons either blushing, screaming, and, or crying happily with hearts surrounding them.
Seonghwa: You’re a great friend
A soft smile caresses your features as you read his comment, a subtle heat rising up your neck. At the way the others all emphasize Seonghwa’s message, you cannot help the way your heart begins to flutter inside your chest. Truly, his words mean the world to you, and the fact the others agree with him is simply icing on the cake.
After sending a quick response to them, you decide to actually get out of your apartment for the day. It takes you no time at all to grab your one notebook, some writing tools, and your laptop, just in case. Packing everything into your one small cream coloured tote with the Skz Zoo characters on it that you got from their one concert, you head towards the door.
Slipping your shoes on, you grab your purse, slinging that over your opposite shoulder. You do a quick check in the mirror to make sure you still look okay before slipping out of the door. The faint clicking sound of the lock sliding into place is starting to become a familiar comfort to you every time you leave your apartment, walking down the hallway towards the elevators in the next second.
The ride down to the main floor is a bit slow, you focussing on your phone the whole time. Naver Maps rests open on the screen, doing a quick search of the area to find the best stores for what you’re looking for. Already, you have a mental list of what you need to get, and you figure doing that before settling down in a café to write will do you some good. That way, if you get on a roll, you don’t have to worry about cutting your time short to pick up what you need.
Stepping into the lobby, you send a polite greeting to the security guard behind the front desk before exiting the building.
The moment you step outside, you head over to the bus stop. Sitting on the bench, you wait for the respective bus to come, plugging in your headphones all the while. At least you can take your time now, and maybe explore the area a bit more when you get back. If you’re up for that, that is.
Half an hour later, you find yourself at a small shopping centre. You don’t need much, but you do need to get a few new replacement pieces of makeup. Then, you figure you can check out the bookstore before finding a place to work on your novel.
The night of the award’s show, you managed to finish off both your favourite shade of red lipstick, as well as your liquid eyeliner. Normally, you don’t wear makeup very often, but since you have a bunch of events coming up, and no personal stylist, you figure you should at least look somewhat put together. Not that that ideal will last long.
Still, it’s better to be safe than sorry.
Entering a few different cosmetic stores, you search around for the best deal. The first one you went into was sold out of the liquid liner you like to use, anyways. You swear by it, as it’s application is the easiest to deal with. At least, in your opinion. That, and it dries quickly, and isn’t prone to smudging.
Perhaps you should also get a pencil liner while you’re at it…
Standing in front of the display with your favourite shade of red lipstick already held in your one hand, you look over all of the options. It appears as if this store is having a sale on their eyeliner, the words ‘buy one, get one half off’ practically glaring back at you from the sign.
Your eyes light up as you spot your favourite liquid liner. Almost instantly, your hands reach out to grab one of the last two on the shelf. Then, comes the hard part. Picking a pencil liner to go with it.
That’s when you notice another person shifting closer to you almost timidly.
Turning your head, you see a person somewhat hesitantly standing a few feet away. Their appearance is slightly androgynous, their black hair falling to their shoulders in a semi-wolf cut. Every now and then, you see their gaze darting to you almost nervously, their eyes lined with black liner.
“I like your hair,” you hum, purposely focussing on the display in front of you as you pull one of the two options you’ve been looking at off of the shelf. “I think it suits you nicely.”
Almost instantly, the person’s eyes light up despite them averting their gaze, “Thank you.”
You blink, as if realizing something.
“Oh, I’m so sorry! I’m completely blocking the display.” You step to the side, smiling politely at the person beside you.
Timidly, they smile back, taking a step in closer to the display.
Reaching your one hand forward, you pull the other pencil liner you’ve been considering off of the shelf to compare it to the other one in your opposite hand. Your brow furrows, looking over each one of them carefully and attempting to find out what the difference is between the two brands.
“I personally like this one better.” A voice from your right draws your attention, and you notice the person beside you glancing down at the liner in your right hand. “It last longer, and if you want to go for a smokey eye, it blends really nicely.”
“Really?” Your voice sounds hopeful.
“Yeah!” They smile somewhat shyly. “Though, if you don’t want it to smudge, then I would go with the other one you’re holding. It’s more of a gel pencil, if that makes sense.”
Softly, you nod your head. “I don’t usually wear a lot of makeup, but I never fuck around with my eyeliner.”
“Oh, yeah. Eyeliner can practically smell fear.” They joke.
A small laugh escapes you, and you notice them chuckling along, too.
“To be honest, I’ve never really been into makeup, but I don’t mind it every now and then.” You admit, sparing a glance down at the products held in your hand.
“I love it.” They say, only for their whole body to stiffen in the next second. It’s almost as if they said something wrong, for they glance towards you in what you can only assume is fear in the next moment.
“That’s so cool!” You grin, eyes crinkling at the sides. “I really love the way you’ve done your eyes today. It really makes them pop.”
Instantly, their shoulders relax and they shuffle a bit from foot to foot. “Thank you.”
“When I was younger, I was always obsessed with different coloured eyeliner.” You say, putting the one pencil liner back onto the shelf since you’ve decided to go with the other one for now. “Never used them, but I would always beg my mom to buy them for me.”
“I think my mom nearly had a stroke the first time I asked her to buy lipstick for me.” They voice lowly, as if sharing a precious secret. “She was a little hesitant at first, but when she saw how much I loved it, she couldn’t resist getting me more. Now, it’s like a recurring joke between us for her to get me a new shade every year for my birthday.”
“I love this for you!” You grin widely. “That’s honestly the best.”
“I’ve always wanted to work in the film industry for a few years now, but it’s quite competitive even getting a foot in the door.” They tell you.
“I can imagine.” You nod sympathetically before your eyes are widening as if you’ve just realized something. Then, quickly, you’re introducing yourself, seeing as you haven’t bothered to yet.
“I’m still working on that name stuff, but for now you can call me Zed.” They say, bowing slightly to you.
You bow back.
Ten more minutes are spent talking with Zed in front of that display. You even manage to go on your brief makeup is gender neutral rant after they express the same ideals.
“Everything is gender neutral if you’re brave enough.” You comment lowly, adjusting the strap of your purse over your one shoulder.
“Here, here.” They mock toast you with the few products held in their one hand.
“By the way, you mentioned being a makeup artist, correct?” You meet their gaze.
“Yeah, you’re correct.” They nod once in confirmation.
“This may be really weird considering we just met, but if you’re free tomorrow morning, I have an event I need to attend, and I would love someone to do my makeup for me. I’m not the greatest artist myself, and I would definitely pay you for your work!” You begin, somewhat shyly.
“Sure! What time would you need me to be at the place?” They ask.
Five minutes later, and you’ve exchanged contact information with them after explaining the details.
“I thought you looked familiar.” They mumble, almost to themselves. “I heard about that speech you gave two weeks ago, it was all over the news. I just didn’t realize that that was you.”
“Yep!” You chuckle, grinning widely from ear to ear. “That’s me!”
“Is that why you’re picking up products today?” They quirk a brow.
“One of the reasons.” You confirm. “I have the rest at home, but you’re more than welcome to bring whatever you think you may need tomorrow. I know it’s super short notice, and we just met, but I really appreciate you agreeing to do this for me.”
“Hey,” they shrug, “work is work. As long as you’re serious about it, that is.”
“Of course!” Comes your immediate reply. “You’re also welcome to message me anytime! I really enjoyed talking with you today.”
“Me too,” they smile.
“Thanks for the recommendation, by the way.” You wiggle the pencil liner held in your hand.
“No worries at all.” They chuckle. “You looked like you were struggling, and I’m always happy to help.”
You begin to make your way towards the cash line with Zed in tow. Except, you notice them holding only one liner in their hand, as opposed to the two they had earlier.
“Are you not going to get the other one, too?” You tilt your head curiously. “It’s buy one, get one fifty percent off.”
“I don’t think two is in the budget for me right now,” they chuckle, somewhat embarrassedly. “Money’s a little tight between jobs.”
You pause momentarily, turning right back around and pulling the other product they had been looking at off the shelf before grabbing the other one that’s still held in their hand.
“What are you doing?” Their voice is a little frantic as they follow closely behind you.
“Buying something for my friend.” You reply, somewhat matter-of-factly. “What does it look like I’m doing?”
“You don’t have to!” Immediately, they begin to protest.
“Think of it as a small ‘thank you’ from me to you in advance of tomorrow.” You reply, stepping into line with them beside you. “Besides, I want to.”
They purse their lips slightly, shuffling from foot to foot before muttering out a low thanks.
“Don’t even worry about it!” You smile at Zed. “It’s my pleasure.”
Idly, you continue to chat with them as you wait to be cashed out. As soon as you’re done, you hand them their items while standing just outside the store.
“Thank you so much.” They breathe, almost in relief.
“Really, it’s no problem.” You smile, tucking your own items into your tote bag. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Yeah! Just text me the details as soon as you can, and I’ll be there!” They reply eagerly, tucking their own products into their back pocket.
“Of course!” You wave as they begin to take their leave. “Talk to you later!”
The moment they’re out of sight, you cannot help but smile more to yourself. They were so nice, and you honestly loved every second of that interaction with them. If only more people were like them.
Adjusting the strap of your tote, you turn back to face the other shops lining the space. There’s really only one other store you’d like to check out before leaving to find a café soon.
On the way to the bookstore, you quickly text all of the information Zed will need for tomorrow to them. They reply quickly with a ‘thanks!’ And some excited emoticons.
Again, you grin to yourself, happy to have made a new friend.
Rounding the corner of the hallway, you spot the bookstore at the end of the row. The sign is bright, and you can see a bunch of people milling about the one section near the front. Despite this not being the store you’ll be having your signing in, there seems to be a large display of your books in the middle of the store. Luckily, your picture doesn’t seem to be anywhere near the table like the last bookstore you had visited.
Shuffling passed a few people, you’re quick to head over to the manga section. There’s a volume of Tokyo Ghoul in Korean that continues to elude you no matter how hard you try and find it. You really just want it to complete your collection at this point, and it has one of your favourite characters on the front.
Crouching down to look on the bottom shelf where you see the different volumes of the manga you’re looking for residing, you’re quick to scan them all. Your eyes practically light up as you see the one you’re looking for, only a sharp gasp coming from down the row draws your attention.
The sound of quick feet approaching you causes you to look up to see a girl and two guys rushing over to you.
“Hi, oh my gosh, are you the author of this book series?” The girl excitedly holds out a copy of the second novel in your first published series.
You blink up at her owlishly, “Uh…”
“You’re so cool! I really admire your work!” She squeals, drawing even more attention to yourself from the people around you.
“Thank you,” you smile politely.
“Anyways, I’m so sorry for interrupting you.” Her face immediately goes bright red as she averts her gaze. “Do you think I could get a quick picture before I leave?”
“Sure!” Slowly, you stand back to your feet.
Handing her phone to one of the guys behind her, the girl steps into your side. A wide smile is on her face as she throws up a peace sign, holding your book proudly on display. You immediately mirror her enthusiastic expression, heart warming at how happy she looks.
After a few pictures are taken, she’s turning to you once again.
“Thank you so much!” She bows lowly, nearly hitting her head on the table beside you with a full display of One Piece on it. “Again, sorry for bothering you!”
You have just enough time to mutter a ‘not at all’, before she’s giddily hopping away with the two other males in tow.
Turning back to the shelves of manga, you go to crouch down once more to pull the volume of Tokyo Ghoul off of the bottom.
“Hello, My Love.” A voice says from above you.
Figuring the person is talking to someone else, you opt to ignore them for now. Instead, you reach out to finally pull the volume off of the shelf.
A harsh clearing of someone’s throat is heard as a shadow looms above you.
“I said,”they say, much more firmly this time as they nudge you, not very gently, with their foot, “Hello, My Love.”
The sudden push causes you to stumble slightly, steadying yourself on the bookcase in front of you.
Turning your head, you peer up at the person, a slight frown tugging at your features. Quickly, you stand back to your feet as you see a male staring at you quite expectantly. He appears irritated, the corner of his lips tugging downwards, standing slightly shorter than you with his arms crossed over his chest.
“My bad, I didn’t realize you were speaking to me.” You incline your head in apology. “But please, don’t call me that.”
His brow quirks, clearly amused by your response. “Aren’t you into that shit, though?”
“Excuse me?”To say you’re caught off guard by his sudden attitude would be an understatement.
“You write about all that sappy romance stuff.” He replies.
“That doesn’t give you a right as a stranger to invade my personal space, or say something like that. I don’t know you.” You blink at him.
A puff of air escapes his nose in annoyance. “But you’re that author chick.”
“And?” Your brow furrows even further, taking a small step away from him.
“Come on, Baby, don’t be like that.” He sighs, his jaw twitching.
“You’re the one that approached me.” You counter. “And, please, don’t call me that.”
“You’re different than I thought you’d be.” He states, giving you a once over. “Bigger.”
“I’m sorry?” You recoil slightly, appalled by the sudden disgust on his features.
“I said you’re beautiful.”A sly grin pulls onto his features as he takes a step closer to you. “You’re not like other girls.”
You blink at him, quite rapidly at that in your state of shock. “What do you mean by that?”
“Oh, I think you know, Petal.” His eyes are suddenly hooded as he takes another step into you.
“Don’t call me that. Please.” You manage to slip around the corner of the table you’re standing beside.
“Why are you being so difficult?”The man mutters to himself, shaking his head.
A call of someone’s name from the side draws both of your attention, and you see two more males staring intently at the one standing closest to you. The way they wear smug grins on their faces as they give you pointed once overs says it all.
“I’m getting there.” The man before you snaps at the two others.
“Did you want something?” It’s your own voice that seems to draw his attention back to you.
“Oh, look at you! You can speak a bit of Korean!” His tone is nothing short of condescending. “That’s wonderful!”
“I have nothing to say to you.” You state, rather bluntly before move to turn away from him. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
“Where are you going, My Dear?” The way he drawls out that nickname has a shiver of disgust running down your spine. The fact that he snatches your wrist in his hand has panic seizing your entire body.
“Please, stop calling me those names.” You yank your wrist out of his hold. “Don’t touch me, either.”
“Come on, Darling,” his eyes flash, “don’t be like that. I only want to please you. To show you my devotion-“
“Get away from me!” You begin to scramble away from him, noticing you’ve started to draw some attention from a few of the staff members working in the store.
The two other males suddenly turn and begin to head towards the exits while two staff members approach you.
“What’s wrong with you?” There is nothing but ire on his features as he spits out these words at you. “All I’m offering is a chance for you to recreate those sex scenes from your books with me. A once in a lifetime opportunity, if you ask me. It’s not like people are lining up to be with you, anyways. You should be grateful I’m even giving a fat bitch like you attention.”
“Is everything okay here?” An older gentleman with a name tag interrupts, looking between both you and the male before you.
“I’m sorry to cause a commotion, Sir.” The way you immediately incline your head in respect to the elder male clearly catches him off guard. That, and the fact that you actually answer him in proper Korean. “This man won’t leave me alone, and is making me extremely uncomfortable. He’s making rude and inappropriate comments towards me, and thinks he’s entitled to assault me.”
The woman standing beside the male gasps, recognition flashing in her eyes. Her one hand comes up to point at you, “You’re that author from the award’s show!”
This draws the attention of a few more people standing around you, whispers being heard as a few more people recognize you from the display of your books a few tables over.
Politely, you smile at the woman, nerves skyrocketing as more and more attention is brought upon you. Again, you incline your head in respect as she looks slightly younger than the man, but still older than you.
“You said this man was bothering you?” She immediately turns a sharp gaze to the person standing closest to you.
“I was just leaving.” He huffs, purposely brushing past you and bumping quite harshly into your side. “Fucking bitch.”
Eyes follow him all of the way out of the store as he rejoins his two friends in the hallway.
“Are you alright?” The older gentleman turns to look at you.
“Yes, thank you.” You once again bow to him. “I’m sorry, again, for causing a disruption.”
“It’s not your fault.” The lady shakes her head, immediately wrapping you gently in her arms and guiding you towards the back of the store. “Come with us, we’ll call security and have them escort you in case that man comes back.”
“Thank you, I really appreciate it.” You smile lightly, seeing as she sends a kind one back.
Looks like you’re not getting that volume of Tokyo Ghoul today, either.
Sitting in the staff room at the back of the store, you let out a long sigh. You clutch your tote close to yourself, purse resting between your feet on the floor. Your phone resides in your hands, and you scroll aimlessly through Tumblr while you wait for security to reach the bookstore.
Opening your messages, you’re quick to type one out.
You: Why do people feel entitled to another person?
Placing your phone upside-down on the table before you, you let out another sigh. Not even a moment later, you pick your phone back up.
Jongho: Did something happen?
Mingi:Is everything alright?
Hongjoong: Are you okay?
Your eyes widen at how quickly you’ve gotten responses, but that’s when you realize: you texted the wrong chat.
You: Shit, sorry! Wrong chat! Just forget I said anything.
Wooyoung: You message something as ominous as that and expect us NOT to be worried?
Yunho: Jongho’s already putting his shoes on.
You: Wait, does that mean you guys are done with practice for today?
Seonghwa: NO, we are NOT!
You:… you guys don’t wear shoes when you practice?
Yunho: We do, it was just a figure of speech.
San: He meant that Mingi and Yeosang are holding Jongho back from racing out the door as we speak.
You: Damn, this reminds me of my wondrous ‘protection squad’ days.
Seonghwa: Protection squad days?
You: Nevermind. Like I said, just forgot I said anything.
The door opens and in walks security. You take a few minutes to describe what happened and what the man that assaulted you looks like before the two guards are escorting you out of the store. One walks in front while the other walks behind you.
“We’ll lead you to your car, or the bus stop, and stay with you until you leave.” The one says to you.
“Thank you very much, I really appreciate it.” You bow slightly while walking.
The guard simply smiles at you from over his shoulder in response.
Once you’re on the correct bus on your way back to your apartment, you finally allow yourself to breathe a sigh of relief. Pulling out your phone, you check your notifications.
Immediately, you’re greeted by tons of worried messages from the boys, and even a few from some Stray Kids members. Looks like Wooyoung told Changbin, who in turn told Minho, Hyunjin, and Seungmin.
You: I promise I’m fine, just an uncomfortable encounter at a store.
Another round of messages are sent to you by the Ateez members, and you reassure them yet again.
You: Well, I could go for some boba now as a pick me up. Any of you know a good place in the area? The one by my house just closed for renos.
You notice a few of them typing a response before the first one comes in.
Yeosang: There’s one in the back alleys near Sinsa that’s really good. I’ll send you the address.
A moment later, a link to the Naver page is uploaded to the chat by Yeosang.
You: Thank you!!
Wooyoung: Daaaaaaamn Yeosang, you had that ready and LOADED
San: Don’t hate the man just cause he was prepared.
Yunho: Well, WE may have to prepare HIS funeral now
A photo of Yeosang being held in a headlock by Jongho is sent to you almost immediately after that message gets sent.
You laugh, a smile pulling at your features as you shake your head at your phone.
You: Don’t hate the player, hate the game.
A few more messages are sent between all of you, ending with you wishing them luck with the rest of practice. They eagerly tell you to come visit them soon, to which you reply that you will.
Twenty minutes later, and after switching buses once, you find yourself standing outside of the little boba shop Yeosang recommended to you. It has a cute little awning over the door, a soft pink in colour, while large windows line the front of the shop. It doesn’t look too busy, from what you can see, but the menu has a variety of options and you are more than eager to try them.
A small bell jingles as you enter the shop, the worker behind the counter smiling politely at you as you approach. Luckily, you already know what you want to order from looking at the sign outside, so you manage to do that fairly quickly.
Five minutes later, you have your glass in hand as you seclude yourself in a corner seat. There’s a half-wall with plants resting on top of it to your left, while an open view of the store sits to your right. You’re directly across from the entranceway, but you cannot see the order counter, nor the worker anymore. Two more tables sit to your right, a small hallway stretching down after that towards where you’re sure the bathrooms reside.
Your tote rests on your left between your body and the wall, while your purse is on the booth beside you to your right. Considering you have a wall behind you, and there aren’t very many people in the shop, you feel comfortable enough to pull your laptop out. Once you’ve set everything up, you’re taking a sip of your drink while staring at the document you had been working on last night.
Scrolling back up to the top of the chapter, you begin.
Editing what you wrote the previous night takes some time, but by the time an hour has passed, you’ve start to write more for the chapter you’re currently on. It took a little bit of time, but you finally know how you want to end this particular scene, and you’re challenging yourself to see if you can finish it before you finish your drink.
Unfortunately for you, you’ve always been a fast drinker. Especially when you haven’t had much to drink all day.
The sound of another glass being placed onto the table before you draws your attention from your screen.
“Sorry to interrupt you,” it’s the worker you ordered your drink from before. “I saw your speech from the awards show when it aired, and I just wanted to say I really admire you. Thank you for everything you do! I didn’t want to say anything before since I was on the clock, but my shift just ended and I noticed you hadn’t left yet, so I wanted to say something before I went home.” They smile shyly, “and give you a refill of your drink. Work hard, and have a lovely day!”
“Oh, thank you so much!” You smile back at them as they clear your empty glass from the table. “That’s so kind of you!”
A nod is all you get in response as a soft blush begins to dust their features. Not even a moment later, they turn away, leaving you on your own once more.
Another hour and a half passes by with you furiously typing away at your laptop. You’d like to say that you hardly get distracted, but there seems to be this one person who has been constantly walking passed your table in hopes for you to notice them. The first few times, you glanced up, eyes being drawn to the movement given how close they were to your table, but by the fifth time, you started to ignore them.
That is, until they decided to actually approach your table.
The conversation was short, and awkward. They kept stuttering over their words, not to mention they kept interrupting you while you’re trying to work.
That’s the one thing that irritates you no matter what. Nothing is worse than being in the middle of writing a scene, deep in the flow of words, only to be interrupted or distracted by someone. Really, you know it’s not their fault, but you still cannot help your annoyance at the situation. Once or twice, you can brush it off, but the third time they do it, you’re a little blunt with them when you respond. You don’t mean to be, but alas, it happens.
Approximately fifteen minutes go by without another interruption, and you manage to finish the scene you’re working on. You’re almost done with the current chapter, and all that’s really left to do is round it out, and edit the final product. To say you’re happy with what you’ve done would be an understatement.
This time, when you notice someone approaching your table, you don’t even bother to glance up. You figure it’s that person coming to bother you again, so you opt to continue typing away at your laptop, staring intently at your screen.
The sound of two glasses being placed onto the table has your ears quirking, even more so when you hear the chair across from you scraping against the floor.
A tremendous sigh escapes you, “Look-“
Your words die in your throat as you see the person now sitting across from you. They wear a black bucket hat, strands of what appears to be newly bleached hair sticking out from beneath the material. They blink at you with somewhat wide eyes, freezing in their movement of pushing a brand new cup of boba towards you.
“Yeosang?” You keep your voice low, blinking at him in mild shock. “What are you doing here?”
He smiles faintly, resuming his motion of pushing that one drink towards you. “Practice ended early.”
It is then that you glance at the time, seeing that it’s starting to become late into the afternoon. You honestly haven’t been keeping a close track of time while you’ve been here, only truly registering how long you’ve actually been writing for.
Softly, you close your laptop. “Aren’t you worried about being spotted?”
“Not here.” He shakes his head. “It’s actually a really common spot for a lot of us. The staff are discreet, and not many people know about it.”
Briefly, that interaction with that one worker earlier who brought you your second drink flashes through your mind. You smile in understanding, “I see.”
“Are you okay, though?” He blinks a few times, innocently. “You seemed irritated when I got here.”
Your eyes quickly scan the shop, not seeing that person who kept bothering you earlier in their spot by the windows.
“Better now,” you reply, honestly. “Just kept getting distracted, is all.”
“I thought you didn’t like using your laptop in public?” He quirks a brow, taking a sip of his own drink.
“When I’m up against the wall, anything goes.” You shrug, and almost immediately, he starts choking on his drink. “Oh my god, are you okay?”
He waves you off, hitting his chest with a fist lightly.
Soon after, he clears his throat. “I’m good.”
“Good.” You chuckle faintly. “Last thing I need is your fans coming after me for choking out their favourite member.”
“I think you should be more worried about Wooyoung.” He comments, a hint of irritation on his face.
Your brow furrows, “Why?”
“He’d be next in line.”
Your eyes nearly bug out of your head.
“I-“ you blink rapidly a few times, swallowing the sudden dryness in your throat. “Are you implying Wooyoung wants me to choke him?”
“He’s not the only one.” Yeosang replies, a slight bitterness lingering in his tone. “Mingi has spent many a night ranting about how he wants to be suffocated between your-“
Yeosang seemingly catches himself in the last second as he spares a glance at you.
Your mouth hangs open in pure disbelief, blinking at him in shock. You hands rest on the table before you, a vibrant heat rising to your cheeks. Of course, you can most certainly incur where Yeosang was going when he was speaking just now, your heartbeat thundering in your ears.
“Sorry.” He averts his gaze, somewhat embarrassed.
In the next moment, you’re shaking your head.
“No, no,” you manage to organize your thoughts, clearing your throat, “I’m just surprised, is all.”
“What? Surprised that some idols have horny fantasies, too?” He quirks a brow, slight amusement shining in his eyes.
“Oh, no.” Your nose scrunches as you shake your head mildly. “If they read my books and thoroughly enjoy them, that fact doesn’t surprise me at all.”
“Then, why do you look so shocked?” He tilts his head slightly in inquiry.
Your lips pull back in a tight smile. “Don’t worry about it.”
“I’m curious, though.” He blinks, taking another sip of his drink.
You reach out to grab the full glass, noticing how the drink appears to be the same one you’ve been drinking since you got here: matcha milk tea with pearls.
“You’re aware I am a fan of Ateez, correct?” You look at him somewhat expectantly.
“Believe me, I’m well aware.” He nods along with your words.
From the way he still stares at you, with those wide eyes, has you exhaling lowly.
“Let me put it this way,” you take a sip of your drink, noticing how the label said it had been made with soy milk. In the back of your head, you wonder if he knows you’re lactose intolerant, or if it was just a personal choice on his part. “How would you feel if you suddenly found out Emma Watson admitted to having sexual fantasies about you?”
Yeosang freezes right before your very eyes, nodding slowly as realization crosses his features. Then, as if making another connection, his brow furrows.
“You find Mingi attractive.” The statement is a bit blunt as he says this, grip tightening over his drink.
“I thought I told you that I find all of you attractive?” You quirk a brow playfully at him in response.
“Right.” He nods, seemingly in recollection before halting all movement once more. “But you desire Mingi.”
If you didn’t know any better, you’d say that hint of bitterness is back in his voice again.
“I desire many things, Yeosang,” you begin. “That doesn’t mean I’m going to indulge in them.”
“But you would if he offered?” He places his glass a bit firmly back onto the top of the table.
“Probably not.” Your face scrunches slightly as you consider his words. “I don’t know him like that. I don’t know any of you like that, and it takes a lot for me to be intimate with another person in such a way.” You meet his gaze. “Are you familiar with the term demisexual?”
The way he blinks at you blankly is answer enough.
“It means a person has to have a strong emotional connection with someone before experiencing sexual attraction.” You explain.
He shakes his head, still not quite understanding.
“It means I don’t do hookups.” You add. “Hookup culture is not for me.”
Understanding crosses his features as his lips part slightly, a soft ‘oh’ falling from him in the next second.
“On top of that, I am also demiromantic.” You continue. “Meaning the same thing, only this time it’s considering romantic attraction. It takes a lot for me to fall in love, and it takes a lot for me to be intimate with someone.”
“So, you wouldn’t-“
“No.” You shake your head, cutting him off. “I may have desires, Yeosang, but there is a huge difference between reality and fiction.”
His eyes narrow slightly at you in response, and you can practically see the gears turning in his head.
“You’ve fantasized before? About your bias?”
You nearly spit out your drink as you go to take a sip. Coughing a few times, you rub at your chest, noticing how he hasn’t torn his eyes off of you for a single second.
“I’ve fantasied more about my own characters.” You admit once you finally manage to get your breathing back under control.
“That’s not a ‘no’,” he hums, brow quirks slightly in amusement.
“Why? Suddenly curious about whether or not I’ve fantasized about you?” You turn the question back on him, noticing how he begins to splutter almost immediately.
The way red begins to slowly creep up his neck has you laughing.
“I’m just kidding.” You reach across the table to pat his hand gently. “Though, I could have sworn you were about to ask me about my Ateez bias again.”
He averts his eyes only briefly, “no.”
“I mean, if you want to know, I don’t mind telling you.” You shrug. “We are alone, and you did buy me a drink.”
You can see the sudden eager gleam in his eyes as he leans the slightest bit forward in his seat. His lips part, and you hear the breath he takes before his shoulders seemingly deflate.
You quirk a brow.
He shakes his head, somewhat dejected. “I’d rather not.”
The way he suddenly looks tense before you has you cautiously trailing your gaze over him in response. You’re about to ask if he’s sure of not, but at the way he shakes his head, almost absentmindedly as his hand tightens around his drink once more is all the answer you need.
So, you decide to change the subject.
“How was practice?” Your soft inquiry seems to manage to pull him out of your thoughts.
You take another sip of your drink as he responds, a gentle tug of his lips upwards as he recounts the way Hongjoong had to chase Wooyoung at one point to continue learning the new choreography.
“You should have seen the way Jongho practically lunged at his phone each time it pinged.” Yeosang half rolls his eyes. “He thought it was you every time.”
Your eyebrows raise in amusement, swirling the contents of your drink around in your hand. Honestly, your heart warms at the thought of Jongho being so excited to message you that he literally jumps at his phone every time.
“I thought you guys said I wouldn’t be a distraction?” You tease. “Just imagine what it would be like if I was actually there.”
“You think Mingi’s bad for using his pelvis during concerts?” Yeosang shakes his head, almost exasperatedly.
You laugh, tossing your head back as your eyes crinkle at the sides.
Again, once you manage to calm down, you notice Yeosang staring at you exactly like he did that first day you met him on the plane. Though, again, you brush it off.
“Well, I know for a fact the Mingi Stans are not complaining.” You grin. “You should see the amount of videos my friends who bias him send me of him when he does those things. It’s fun watching them freak out over it.”
“But you don’t?” He quirks a brow.
“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t.” You shrug casually. “I have my own selection of videos and pictures of my biases that ruin me in the best ways.”
“Ah, so you’re not immune.” He nods in understanding.
“Oh, most definitely not.” You snort. “I am just as…” you hum, searching for the right word, “feral as some of my friends. You just haven’t seen it, yet.”
“Are you offering to show me?” He quirks a brow.
“Depends.” The corner of your lips quirk upwards deviously. “When’s your next comeback, again?”
Yeosang leans back in his chair, observing you carefully. “You know, now that we’re friends, I think you should hype us all up more.”
“I can do that.” You readily agree. “Next comeback, I’ll give you all my live reactions. Well… within reason.”
“I look forward to it.” He grins.
“If the other guys get weirded out by it, then I’m blaming you.” You point an accusatory finger at him playfully.
“I’ll take full responsibility.” He raises his own hands in front of himself, almost as if in mock self-defence.
“You better,” you joke. “I don’t wanna lose my new friends that quickly. I really enjoy talking with you guys.”
Yeosang’s lips twitch upwards faintly in the corners, almost involuntarily. “I enjoy talking with you, too.”
“Oh?” You quirk a teasing brow. “Even when we flirt in front of you? Which we weren’t, by the way.”
Yeosang’s lips part, mouth opening and closing in protest despite no words escaping him.
“Nah, I’m just kidding,” you playfully pat his hand that he still has resting on top of the table. “If I ever make you uncomfortable, don’t be afraid to tell me. Boundaries are important, especially when they’re your own.”
“I will.” He smiles faintly.
“Same goes for if I start rambling too much, or if I’m being annoying, or if-“
“You’re not annoying.” The suddenness that Yeosang cuts you off with surprises you. “Why would you think you’re annoying?”
“I, uh-“
“Who told you that you’re annoying?” His brow furrows, clear confusion on his face. There’s something else there, you can see it shining behind his eyes, but you’re unsure of what it could be.
“Just a general comment,” you smile, somewhat tightly at him in response.
“Oh.” He seems to calm down, if only slightly. “Well, don’t think that you’re annoying. You’re not. I enjoy talking with you, and I enjoy listening to you speak.”
You blink in mild shock, a shy smile pulling at your lips as you avert your gaze.
“Thank you, Yeosang. That really means a lot to me.”
“Don’t be afraid to be yourself around me.” He swirls the content of his drink around slightly. “I quite like the real, unfiltered you.”
Your breath hitches in your throat, and you cannot help the way your back straightens. However, before you can so much as thank him again, he’s clearing his throat.
“So,” he stares intently at the contents of his drink. “What’s your favourite colour?”
You think this is probably the most talkative you’ve ever witnessed Yeosang to be, and to say you’re caught off guard is an understatement. You both continue to ask each other questions, laughing and getting to know each other better as the time continues to pass around you.
Before you know it, another hour and a half has passed, and you notice that the sun is beginning to set in the distance. Though, that’s not the only thing you’ve started to notice.
For the past twenty minutes or so, you’ve spotted two girls sitting a little ways away from your own table. They constantly peer over towards you, whispering quite loudly to each other while staring between both you and Yeosang.
You’re starting to get worried. The last thing you know he needs is word to get out that he’s been seen out with a girl. The setting could heavily imply a date, and that fact alone is enough to have you swallowing nervously. He doesn’t need a scandal, and you would hate for that to happen, especially since you consider all of Ateez to be your friends now.
“I’ll be right back.” Yeosang whispers lowly as he pushes his chair out from the table.
You find you can only nod in response, watching as he disappears down the hallway to your right for the moment.
Carefully, you observe the girls after pulling out your phone. Resting it on the table, you begin to put your laptop away, cleaning up your mess to appear as if you’re getting ready to leave. Every now and then, you glance to them, straining your ears to attempt to overhear their conversation.
“No, I’m positive that’s him.” The one says. “I saw this online forum post about how this place is common ground for a lot of idols, especially him.”
“It’s hard to tell since he’s wearing a hat, and not looking in our direction.” The other replies, not as lowly as the first girl who spoke. “Besides, why would he be out with someone like her?”
The first girl shrugs. “Maybe it was a dare, or a private contest.”
“He seems to be having a good time.” The second one bitterly mutters.
“He could be pretending.”
“He’s not that great of an actor.”
Your eyes widen slightly. Some fans they seem to be, considering how they seem to be acting right now. Still, their conversation worries you.
“We should follow them when they leave. It looks like she’s packing up, anyways.” The first one whispers again to her friend.
Your heart drops, and you find yourself grabbing your phone. You do your best to appear casual as you open your messages to send one to Yeosang privately.
You: Bad news. It looks like those two girls sitting behind us might have recognized you. They think we’re on a date, but they’re not 100% convinced you are who they think you are.
You just hope he sees your message before he comes back out.
A moment later, you see he’s replied.
Yeosang: We should leave then.
You:Great plan!!
You: Except that I overheard them saying they’re going to follow us to find out if you are who they think you are. You’re lucky you’re wearing that hat.
You: Wait, I have an idea.
You: Call me crazy, but I think we might be able to fool them into thinking that they’re wrong about who you really are.
Yeosang: What do you have in mind?
You: Keep your head down when you come back out, and then just follow my lead.
Yeosang: That sounds ominous.
You: I know. You’re going to have to trust me, though. Can you do that, Yeo?
It takes a moment for him to respond, and you cannot help the way your one finger taps at the side of your phone nervously as you wait.
Yeosang: I trust you.
You: Heads up: I’m about to get up close and personal with you real quick. I won’t purposely do anything to make you uncomfortable, I promise you that, but if we want to make this believable, we’re going to have to act like a couple.
Again, it takes a moment for him to respond, and you can feel your heart positively thundering inside of your chest. Anxiety floods your veins, and already you can feel your palms beginning to sweat. You just hope you look calmer than you feel.
Yeosang: I trust you.
You: Alright. Wait another minute and a half or so, and then come back out. Make sure all of your hair is tucked beneath your hat, too.
Placing your phone onto the top of the table, you’re quick to reach into your purse. Digging around beneath your wallet, you manage to pull out the case you’re looking for.
You place it onto the table, right next to your phone.
Turning to your opposite side, you rummage around in your tote bag. A small black box is pulled out, and you’re quick to open it. A small tube of lipstick falls into your open palm, and you toss the now empty container back into your tote.
Grabbing your phone, you make a show of using your reflection to apply the shade to your lips, making sure it’s evenly applied before you’re standing back to your feet. Then, you’re reaching over to grab your bags, slinging your purse over your one shoulder while you hold onto the tote in your hand. Once your other hand is free, you grab your phone and slide it into your back pocket before grabbing that case from on top of the table.
Luckily, as you had been talking with Yeosang, he had already managed to finish his drink. He also took the liberty to return the empty glasses to the front, so all you have left is to give your final glass back to the worker behind the counter.
A few steps later, and you do just that, your tote hanging off of your arm lightly. You can just feel the gazes of those two girls following you the whole time, and just as you cross the small space of the boba shop, you see Yeosang appear from the back hallway. His head is angled downwards, pretending to look at something on his phone, and you notice how his hair is now completely tucked beneath that hat of his.
Purposefully, you make a show of skipping the rest of the way over to him eagerly.
“Kyungmin!” You giggle, pulling him closer to you by his wrist. A gentle kiss is placed onto the side of his exposed cheek, a red lipstick stain now painting his skin. “Let’s go get tteokbokki! I’m hungry!”
Quickly, you begin dragging him out of the shop, handing him both your tote bag to carry, and that small case held in your hands.
“Don’t forget to put your glasses back on. I know you hate them, but I think they make you look so handsome!” You purposely stand on his right side, blocking him as much as you can from the two girl’s view. Luckily, your height practically swamps him, his figure hidden quite easily behind your frame.
Yeosang is quiet, nodding faintly to your words as he walks beside you. He’s already tucked his phone into his pocket, opening up the case with your glasses inside seamlessly. He’s quick to slip them on as you step outside, wrapping your one arm around his shoulders as you walk down the deserted back alleys.
Unfortunately, you can practically hear the two girls scrambling after you once you get a certain distance down the street.
Subtly, you lean into Yeosang’s side.
“They’re still intent on following us.” You whisper lowly as you pick up your pace.
“What are we going to do?” There’s a slight panic to his voice that you notice almost immediately.
“Do you trust me?” Your eyes dart to another, more secluded alleyway you can see up ahead.
Yeosang swallows thickly before nodding his head.
In the blink of an eye, you’ve pulled him into that side alley. Your left hand rests beside his head, blocking his view from the entranceway, but also ensuring his face is covered should the two girls come rushing around the corner.
“We don’t have much time, but we have to make it convincing that we’ve just been making out.” You say, quite bluntly as you lean into him.
You swear Yeosang’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head.
“We can’t slip up now, and the staging is important.” You bring your right hand up and lick your thumb, moving to smear some of your lipstick in the next second. “I’m really sorry it’s come to this, but I think it will work.”
Yeosang’s eyes briefly dart downward, and you assume he’s now staring at the stain of red on your thumb. He swallows thickly. “I trust you.”
Moving as precisely as you can, you begin to smear some of that red on your thumb on the corner of his mouth.
“I’m really sorry for doing this, I swear to you I’m not just making you do this for the adrenaline kick.” Your words are rushed, and you swallow the dryness in your throat. “Luckily with my height I can cover you, but you’re going to have to make it look like you’re grabbing onto me. Most people are startled and embarrassed if they catch a pretty heated pda session. I’m going to bet they won’t stick around to find out afterwards.”
He nods his understanding.
“I’m going to put my knee slightly between your legs, okay?” You keep your voice low.
“Okay.” Yeosang replies, somewhat breathlessly.
Any second now.
“Grab the back of my neck with your left hand, and angle your face towards mine. Put your right on the back of my waist. Slip it lower if you think it’ll be more believable.” You instruct, giving him an impromptu lesson on stage kissing and angles. You may not actually be pressed against him, but it most certainly will look like you are, and that’s the most important part.
Instantly, his hands are on you, and you feel him pull you closer. Whether it’s subconscious or not, you don’t know. All you do know is that his right hand rests just above the curve of your ass, and your breath hitches slightly from his touch.
You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling your blood rushing through your veins as your anxiety continues to skyrocket. You just hope beyond everything that this works.
You hear the sound of feet hitting the pavement, and a sharp gasp followed by a loud exclamation of ��oh my god!’.
Slowly, you turn your head to face the opening of the alleyway, seeing the two girls standing there. Red is clear on both of their faces as they splutter in their spots, shifting their gazes everywhere around the alleyway but at you.
Your eyes narrow, irritation shining on your features as you glare at the two girls for ‘interrupting’ you.
“What?” Your voice is nothing short of sharp as you finally speak.
The two girls remain silent, attempting to stutter out an answer.
“Do you mind? I haven’t seen him in two months, and I’d really love to spend some time with my boyfriend.” You snap, a prominent frown on your features.
“We’re so sorry!” The one girl immediately bows to you, quite clumsily. “We just thought-“
“What? You thought what?” You cut her off, shifting slightly so your head is turned more towards her while your body still covers the majority of Yeosang’s.
You can feel his grip tighten over you, but you choose to ignore it for now.
“We thought he was Kang Yeosang from Ateez.” The other girl replies, somewhat ashamedly.
“And that gives you the right to stalk us?” Your gaze narrows once more. You scoff. “Why would Kang Yeosang from Ateez be out at this time of day? Here, of all places? He’s probably at a schedule or something. He is an idol, after all.”
That’s when you realize: these girls don’t recognize you. For that, you’re grateful.
They remain quiet.
“You hear that, babe?” You purposely turn back to Yeosang. “These girls think you look like an idol! I told you you were handsome! I don’t want to hear another doubt about yourself come out of your mouth again.”
The way you’re leaning into him makes it look like you’ve placed another kiss onto his cheek. Yet, only you and he know that your lips never grace his skin.
“We’re sorry for interrupting.” The first girl bows clumsily to you again, shoving her friend back the way they came.
“I told you it wasn’t Yeosang!” You can hear the one friend harshly whisper to the other.
“You were right.” You hear the other sigh. “Besides, he wouldn’t be caught dead with an ugly bitch like that, anyways.”
The moment you hear their voices fade away into the distance, their footsteps no longer resounding against the pavement, you’re breathing a sigh of relief. A light smile paints your features as you turn back to face Yeosang, immediately moving to step away from him.
Only, the feeling of his hands tightening around you has you clearing your throat, seemingly snapping him out of whatever daze he seems to be in.
“You can let go now.” You mumble lowly.
“Oh.” Immediately, his hands retract, as if burned. “Right. Sorry.”
You notice Yeosang shifting slightly back and forth on his feet, a frown soon marring his brow as he looks down at the ground.
“Thanks for trusting me,” you smile at him, rummaging around in your purse for that pack of tissues he gave you that one day at rehearsal. “I’m so sorry for invading your space like that and subjecting you to be my fake boyfriend just now. I swear to you I wasn’t just doing that to cop a feel, or say you’re my boyfriend, or anything weird or creepy like that.”
“It’s alright.” He smiles assuringly at you. “I didn’t mind at all.”
Heat immediately rises to your cheeks from his words, handing him a few tissues so he can wipe the lipstick from his face.
“I’m just glad it worked.” You breathe a low sigh of relief.
“Me too.” He smiles, rubbing at his cheek with a tissue.
Still, he swears that he can feel the tips of his fingers tingling from where they had just been pressed against your skin. His heart absolutely pounds in his chest, and he can’t seem to erase the feeling of your body barely pressed against his. Really, he wouldn’t have minded if you actually touched him, but then again, he thinks he probably wouldn’t be able to stand right now if that had been the case.
“So,” your voice catches his attention, a light smile painting your face as you adjust the strap of your purse over your shoulder, “You hungry?”
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ENHYPEN Mini Series
E N H Y P E N as Greek Myths
PYGMALION & GALATHEA
pairings: nishimura riki x reader
synopsis: like any other artists, nishimura riki, loves his sketches. but he grew fond of this one sketch of girl he sees in his dream. what will happen if suddenly, she appreared right in front of him? this time in real time, not in dreams land.
word count: 10k
important note: i originally planned to write enhypen as greek gods but then i didn’t find some love stories that i like so i end up using some love stories that aren’t greek gods. also these are like modern versions of greek mythology love stories.
warnings: grammar errors, not proof read, a dead relative. let me know if i missed some!
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“But seriously, do you think I’m the wrong one? I really think she’s the one at fault!” Ni-ki smirks while listening to his friend ranting. He heard he had a fight with his girlfriend and now he’s here ranting about it.
He offered to accompany him to go buy some art stuff. If only he knew his friend will just be like this, he would’ve gone alone. He can’t focus on picking the right materials with him talking and talking.
“I think you are the wrong one.” he spat just to piss his friend off. The look of betrayal flashes through his face that made Ni-ki laugh before continuing on checking the rack of color pastels in front of him.
“What? Dude! She literally just got mad at me because—”
“Because you didn’t told her you will go out with us yesterday.” Ni-ki finished off his sentence for him. He picks up one pack of pastel of a well known brand and looks throughly over it.
Jungwon sighs, “So? Does she have to know everything that I’m doing?”
Ni-ki shrugs his shoulders off. “I don’t know. Do I look like I’m in a relationship to know?” the sarcasm over his tone made Jungwon shut up for a while. He looked at him with pitiful eyes. It made Ni-ki roll his eyes and look at him, abandoning his pastels for a while.
“Look, hyung. Let me put it this way,” he starts. ”If she goes with her friends and she didn’t inform you at all. You just found out when you saw her story and you’ve been waiting for her text for hours, what would you feel?”
Jungwon furrowed his brows, “I will be worried and pissed.”
Ni-ki nodded his head, “That answers your question on who's at fault.” and he now moves on to go look for a new sketchbook, holding the chosen pastel in one of his hands.
His friend sighs and leaned over a rack before unconsciously picking one, eyes scanning it randomly.
“Fine. I’ll say sorry to her later.”
Ni-ki rolled his eyes and just grabbed his usual sketchbook before walking towards the cashier. He can feel his friend following behind him, he’s not ranting anymore. Probably realized he’s the wrong one.
“Ah right!” Jungwon jogs so he can catch up with Ni-ki. “Do you want to come with me tomorrow? My girlfriend says she will take her best friend with her tomorrow to keep her off from her books.”
Ni-ki falls in line before he glance at his friend with a tired look over his face.
Jungwon’s girl goes to the other school and so they often go on dates during weekends. He doesn’t even know how the two ended up meeting each other.
“I’m not interested.” he coldly rejected it.
Jungwon rolled his eyes, “Come on! One date?”
Ni-ki sighs and shakes his head for his friend. “Dude, why do you guys keep on forcing me to date? I’m all good.”
His friend draws in a strained sigh, “So you will stop spending too much with your sketchbook. Seriously, dude? Are you going after Da vinci’s steps?” he joked and even told him that he will just step out of the store to call his girlfriend. He will wait for him outside.
Ni-ki nodded his head and just waits patiently for his turn. His mind are now slowly floating, getting filled by thoughts of what his friend said. He do spends so much time with his sketchbook. He loves arts and drawing stuff. Ever since he was a child, he’s always been interested about it. But that’s not the only reason.
There’s this girl. She kept on appearing inside his dreams. He don’t remember when it started, but all he knows is that she appeared often that he find her already familiar even if he haven’t met her yet.
He also have a lot of sketch of her face. As times pass by, he almost perfected it. The sketches was always beautiful. Well, she is very beautiful.
He smiled at the counter and muttered a low ‘thanks’ after he grabs his stuff then the change. He slowly walks out of the store and saw his friend smiling slightly while talking to his girlfriend. Ni-ki scoffed, couldn’t believe what he’s currently seeing. He approaches him silently and he signalled wait before finally ending the call.
“Done?” he asks him. Ni-ki gave a short nod before they both walked together to head home.
“Are you still having dreams about that girl?” the question made Ni-ki glanced over his friend.
“Its not like I have it everyday, Won hyung.” he smirks.
Jungwon stole a glance before shrugging his shoulders off and putting his hands inside his pocket. “I mean we still think that one of the reasons why you don’t want to date is because of her.”
Ni-ki gulped and tried to keep his smirk. “What?” he let out a scoff. Making it seem like what his friend just said is very funny.
“No. I haven’t even seen her, we don’t even know if she’s true or my mind just created her..” he says, letting out his thoughts.
“Exactly.” Jungwon stated and taps his shoulder, “Then come come with me with the double date.” he even gave his friend this smile that he thinks can convince him. He looked pretty confident.
Ni-ki lets out a sigh. He knew how his friend can be persistent at times and even if he spare him today, he will try again some other day. He don’t want him annoying him about this matter again. One date won’t hurt him, right? Besides, he didn’t really told him that he should be in a relationship with that person. They will just go on a date and hang out.
“One date?” he tries to make sure his friend ain’t bating him into something funny.
Jungwon scoffed, “Yes, one date. Unless of course if you end up liking her and stuff.”
Ni-ki rolls his eyes and stood up once he saw their bus approaching. “That’s impossible.” he replied. Jungwon didn’t said anything else then just get on the bus with Ni-ki.
Once settled in, they both started talking about other stuff like video games and basketball. The date long forgotten.
Saturday came and Ni-ki was suddenly called in an emergency basketball practice. He cursed while trying to grab his gym bag and also his jersey. While going down the stairs, he almost missed one and fell. His mom furrowed her brows as she try to check on him. She got bothered by the noise he makes with all this rush.
“Ni-ki? I thought you will go out with Jungwon?” she asks, confused as to why he’s wearing a jersey.
“Oh shit.” he got stoned over his position right after remembering about the date he agreed to go to yesterday. It totally slipped off his mind because of the sudden call for practice.
“Language Nishimura Riki.” his Mom said strictly. He gave her a smile before kissing her forehead then jogged out of the house waving her good-bye.
“Sorry, bye Mom!” he says and continues.
While in a hurry, he fished his phone from his duffle bag and dialled his friend’s number. Jungwon picks up after two rings.
“Hey, where are you? I’m on my way to the meeting place right now.”
Ni-ki gulped, feeling slightly guilty for cancelling at the last minute. It’s not like he planned to ditch this date. It just happened that they were called in an unexpected practice because their coach will be gone the next day so he couldn’t train them. He moved the practice today.
“About that...” he started and stood over the waiting shed to wait for the bus.
“I can’t make it today, hyung. I’m sorry. We were called in for basketball practice.”
“What? I thought that's tomorrow?” his tone sound confused.
“Yes. But coached ask for us today since he’ll be going somewhere tomorrow.”
“Ah, is he going to the seminar too? I heard our school sends some of the teachers for it.” he mentions. He’s part of the student body, so it isn’t surprise anymore that he knows about this things.
“Probably.” Ni-ki sighs and silently cheered as he saw the bus driving close. He gets on right after it stopped in front of him. He clicked his card and sat down at one of the vacant seats.
“I’m really sorry, hyung. I didn’t mean to cancel on this.” he felt really bad. Not because he wanted to go, but he hates it whenever he couldn’t keep his word.
“That’s fine. I understand. I will just tell my girlfriend and her friend about it.” he seemed okay with it. Jungwon knows Ni-ki and he will never make an excuse just to get away on something.
Ni-ki glanced outside the window with blank thoughts. For some reasons, he felt something on his chest because he won’t go on that date. Its a little weird because he’s not really into it. He shrugged it off and focused back on talking to his hyung.
“Tell them I’m sorry too.”
Jungwon assured him that he will let them know which somehow made him felt relieved. He doesn’t want to look like a jerk who just ditch dates. That’s an asshole move. He ended the call with his friend and just spaced out the whole ride towards the school.
On the other hand, you let out a small groan when your friend dragged you towards somewhere. You can’t help but to imagine how good it would’ve been if you just stayed in your house today. Your books are probably waiting for you right now, but instead you are here with your friend. Going to a double date with his boyfriend’s friend.
She always brags about how good-looking his boyfriend is and that his circle of friends are all eye candy. She said none of them are ugly that she finds hard to believe. Well, due to being a book worm and a sucker for love stories, you kind of sets the standard high. Boys in your school find it hard to impress you, and that’s why you can’t seem to see yourself to date.
“I should be just in my room, reading my book.” you mumbled while she continues dragging you.
“No! I won’t let you be miserable today.” she says sounding so determined to make a change in your life.
You rolled your eyes and just let her do what she wants. When you arrived near the place she told you, you looked bored. As you roam your eyes around, you can see a lot of couple around. It seems like its a hot place to date nowadays. Your friend roams her eyes around, probably looking for her boyfriend.
You’ve seen his picture already. But this will be the first time for you to meet him in person and hangs out with him. Usually he just picks your friend at school and stuff. You can say he is pretty attractive. Even some students from your school knows him. Seems like he really is famous. Your friend is very beautiful as well so you can’t really blame him for falling for her.
“Baby!” she screams and even waved her hand crazily. You scoffed and slightly find it funny how she’s like this towards him.
She started dragging her towards somewhere once again. When you looked at the guy she hugged, he is tall, neat, have this pretty eyes and all. Just like how she usually describes him. But he ain’t your ideal type. His visual is too soft for you. You’re more on a mysterious vibes.
“Where’s your friend Ni-ki?” she asks and even tried to look for someone.
Ni-ki? Is that suppose to be the guy she was talking about? No offense but his name sounds like a girl’s name. You sighs and tried to stop yourself from overthinking before you spoil the mood.
Jungwon smiled apologetically and just by that you already figured out what he was about to say next.
“He had an emergency so he couldn’t make it today.” he sounded so sorry.
“What? But y/n is here...” she sounded a bit disappointed. She’s really excited to have you meet his friend, but now its not going to happen because he didn’t come.
A part of you are happy, because now you can escape from here. But a part of you is also pissed because you just wasted your time coming here. Three or four chapters are already finished if you didn’t come.
“It’s fine, (friend’s name).” you gently grab her arm and smiled at the two of them. She pouted at you, feeling bad that she dragged you all the way here for nothing.
When you looked at Jungwon, he's staring at you. He seemed drowned with his own thoughts, but when you met his eyes he then composed himself. You can see how his cheeks tinted red after getting caught staring.
“I’m sorry, y/n. My friend also said sorry. He didn’t really expect that he couldn’t make it today.”
You quickly smiled and assured him that it was alright. He’s not at fault and there’s no reason for you to be upset over him.
“It’s totally fine. You guys enjoy your date. I’ll go stop by at a bookstore.” you waved at him and gave your friend a hug.
“I’m sorry, y/n. If you want you can come with us.” she says pouting.
“No, spend quality time with each other. I’ll be good, don’t worry.” and you tapped her shoulder.
You glanced at Jungwon and you saw him staring at you again. “Keep her safe.” he nodded and reached for your friend’s hand. Honestly, you aren’t worried at all because you are sure that he will take care of her.
She waves cutely before you finally walked away. You suddenly felt annoyed once again, but comforts yourself that you can go stop by at one of the bookstores you wanted to check out.
Suddenly, the thought of that boys name popped out of your mind.
‘Ni-ki...’
You scoffed and tried to shove the thought of it away.
“Waah, you’re painting again?” Ni-ki glanced over his friend when he suddenly appeared at the rooftop where he usually spends his free time. Jungwon have this amused look over his face before plopping himself down beside him.
Ni-ki nodded his head and resumes to what he was doing. He did mention his fondness over sketching and drawing people’s portrait. He just finds it interesting how he can put it into arts. He draws landscapes too, but he’s more on sketching people. For him, he enjoys it because he can notice how different one individual can be.
Out of all the portraits he had drawn, the portrait of the girl in his dreams is his favorite. Funny, because he never seen her before yet her portrait is what he likes the most.
He’s actually pretty sad about it because its been weeks ever since he saw her in his dreams. It doesn’t occur to often, but also not this long. A part of him is worried that she won’t show up anymore and that he’ll slowly forget about what she looks like.
“I can’t wait for later.” Jungwon says with a big smile over his lips, eyes glued at his phone screen.
Ni-ki scoffed and teared his gaze away from his friend. He perfectly knew what’s behind those big smiles of him.
“I’m actually surprised you’re not the one who transferred to her school. You’re the simp in the relationship.” he commented that made him snap his head at his direction. A frown was present over his face that made Ni-ki chuckle.
“No I’m not.” he denied.
“Yeah, and pigs fly.” he says before resuming on scribbling through his sketchbook.
He had practice before class so he went to school very early. He’s actually just got off from practice and he went straight here after taking a bath. His hair is even slightly damp.
“Oh, by the way.” Jungwon catches his attention once again. “Did I mention that her friend transferred with her?”
Ni-ki furrowed his brows. “What friend?” he asks, acting curious before he slowly went back on sketching.
Jungwon sighs, “The one you ditched last month, dude!” he exclaimed, finding it unbelievable how he already forgot abour ‘that friend’.
Ni-ki’s hand halts from moving and he was stoned at his position. For some reasons, he got a weird feeling about it. He felt his chest tightens and stomach churns. He couldn’t explain what it is, but he just shrugged it off thinking that maybe its just because he was too tired of practice.
After a couple of minutes, the bell rang and so both of them went down to their class. The hallway was packed with students trying to hurry themselves towards their respective rooms. Jungwon and Ni-ki arrived at class just in time. They sat down at their chairs and soon enough, their homeroom teacher arrived.
Ni-ki glanced over his friend while he pulls out his notebook and scoffed when he saw how excited he looked.
“Dude, your lips will rip any minute now. Cut it out.” he teased because he was smiling crazy.
Jungwon ignored him and he just shakes his head side by side. His eyes darted towards the front as their teacher started to orient them about the newcomers. He wasn’t surprised about ir anymore because his friend spoiled the news to him already. His gaze dropped down to the notebook and he flip the pages over the back of it. He grabbed his pencil and started sketching.
He can hear all the commotion inside the classroom, but he ignored them when he’s slowly getting drowned with his own world. The face of that girl popped up inside his mind. It was so random but he was used to it. Maybe, Ni-ki is missing her in his dreams already.
“Okay, please come in. Don’t be shy.” you heard the teacher says while you and your friend pushes each other who will go first.
She was left with no choice but to go first because you are too shy. When you both entered you can hear some of the students reaction. This is totally nerve wracking for you. You usually feel anxious around a new environment. When you roam your eyes around, you can see all of them looking at the two of you. It made you feel nervous.
One student tho, caught your attention. Unlike all of them, his focus is at whatever he was doing. For that moment, the teacher talking beside you suddenly became muffled. The boy just have this aura that pulled you to stare at him. You can’t help but to feel your stomach turning. These scenes are pretty familiar for you. As someone who loves reading books, you had imagined experiencing moments like this. To actually have it now is amusing for you.
“Ms. y/n?” you snapped back to reality and your stare got teared from the said boy. You looked over the homeroom teacher and they are staring at her.
You blushed, feeling embarrassed for spacing out. “U-Uhm,” you cleared your throat because you felt it slightly drying. “I’m Y/n L/n.”
They welcomed you warmly and after the teacher gave you few reminders, she started assigning you to your respective seats.
“And y/n, please sit down beside Mr. Nishimura.” she says and you roamed your eyes around to see who she’s referring to.
“Nishimura, raise your hand.” she instructed and your chest almost fell when you saw the boy from a while ago raising his hand. He was still busy with what he was scribbling so he didn’t turn his head to look at you.
The teacher just sighs out and asked you to take your seat. You thanked her and you slowly made your way. The boy still kept his attention to his notebook. When you pass by Jungwon, he gave you a wave and so you waved at him as well.
After settling down beside him, he still didn’t spared you any glance. You pursed your lips into a pout and suddenly, you felt like being friendly. He seemed very quiet and you planned to have a good school year.
“Hello, I’m y/n! I hope you take good care of me.” you said excitedly the moment you sat down beside this quiet kid. You noticed him not paying attention when you introduced yourself and so you did him a favor and repeat it for him.
Ni-ki lifts his gaze and was ready to accept your hand but he was stunned when he saw the exact girl he drew a portrait of. The one in his dreams.
“Hyung! I can’t believe you!” Ni-ki grabbed his hair out of frustration while leaning over the railings.
His friends are all watching him. Some are staring at him in a weird way and some are just smirking. He couldn’t pay attention to them teasing him because he have a much better thing to discuss.
Jungwon silently munches over his food and looked at Ni-ki. “I didn’t know it was her, okay? Maybe that’s why I found her familiar when I first saw her.” he says trying to defend himself.
“Wait, wait. So you’ve known the girl Ni-ki’s delulu about and you didn’t remember her?” Jay tries to summarize everything.
Jungwon frowned, “It’s not like I know her, hyung! I've met her once. The day when I set Ni-ki up a date with her.”
Ni-ki groaned and feel more frustrated. He couldn’t believe that he just missed that opportunity. The fact that he met the girl he was sketching for months and that you suddenly appeared out of nowhere is still unbelievable for him. Its like he’s laying in clouds right now.
Heeseung snorted, “The one you ditched because you have practice?” he asks Ni-ki and the boy just nodded his head. He and Jake laughed even more, giving each other's shoulders tugs.
“Ugh! What am I going to do? She seems upset when she heard my name. She didn’t talk to me after that too!” Ni-ki stated that earned more chuckles from his hyungs. They were clearly enjoying teasing the youngest. They’ve never seen him this stressed over something like this.
“Well, you’re already a bad shot that’s for sure.” Sunghoon says with a smirk.
Ni-ki stayed silent as his mind slowly and stared blankly. He looked pretty funny for his friends. Sunoo sighed and rolled his eyes while the others kept on teasing Ni-ki.
“What are your plans now, Ni-ki?” he asks. Out of all of them, he’s the one who seems pretty determined to help him first rather than laughing at his misery. They said real friends do that often. Sunoo’s real with Ni-ki, he just left that job to their other friends. He felt bad for him, he really is bothered about it.
“What do you mean?” the younger one looked clueless.
Sunoo rolled his eyes again.
“We all know how much you’re into her. Now, we may not understand how did it happened that the girl you are sketching which you never seen before, just happen to really exist, but what do you plan to do?” he stated.
Ni-ki is just listening carefully to him.
“She’s a new meat and you know what happens whenever there’s a new face at the campus.” Sunoo smirked. The boys got his point right away.
“Oh yeah, I’m sure she’ll be the talk of town for a while.”Jay.
Ni-ki furrowed his brows lightly and realized that they were right. That’s what usually happened. Now, he got more things to worry about.
“What about Jungwon hyung's girl? She’s new too.” he stated.
That made Jungwon furrow his brows. “They all know she’s very much taken so nobody would dare to even try.”
“Honestly, all I can think of doing is to make up to her since I ditched her and made myself look like a total jerk.” his tone sounded so stressed.
“That’s a good idea.” Jake stated, he finally managed to say something after laughing at his younger friend.
“Although I couldn’t seem to think what’s your fault since Jungwon already said that you are called in an emergency practice.” Sunghoon.
Ni-ki shrugs his shoulders off and throw his head back, staring at the clouds above them. They looked so peaceful and somehow ease his frustration. He couldn’t think of anything but you. He’s still amused at what just happened. He can’t believe that you actually exist. There’s no definite explanation to any of this. At the back of his mind, he do wish you are true. But now that he had come face to face to you, he can’t help but to have mixed emotions.
“I should’ve went there and told her myself that I was called in.”
“You were running late already that time, man.” Heeseung.
“Then be it.” the firmness of his tone just made them realized that he is sincerely sorry of what happened.
“What? Nishimura Riki? Will have himself late for basketball practice just so he can tell a girl that he’s called in?” Sunghoon's smirk are wide and wildly teasing. He let out a big sigh.
“Waah, is that really you? Basketball dude. We’re talking about basketball here.” he added.
Ni-ki rolled his eyes and his ears are starting to get red. His friends are well aware of how fond he is over to the girl in his sketches, now it just shows how much he really is into her. And he even just saw her today. Even him think its a little crazy.
On the other hand, you are thinking of Ni-ki as much as he’s thinking of you. His face truly is ethereal. The visual can pass as someone stripped out from one of the books you have read. His proportions are perfect as well, tall and long legged. His aura is slightly mysterious as well, although you still find it odd how he reacted when he looked at you a while ago.
Maybe because he knew he stood you up before. You scoffed lightly. You aren’t really mad about him and you know he isn’t at fault. But you can’t help but to feel a bit of disappointed, because that’s the first time you actually tried to go on a date with someone. You thought that fate already made a move on not making you two meet that time. Maybe that’s already a sign.
“He’s good looking, isn’t he? I told you!” she’s been talking about this one for 15 minutes already.
You can’t help but to roll your eyes. Ni-ki is indeed very good looking, but of course you won’t say that. She will surely tease you so much and you don’t need it for today.
“Do you like him?” she sounded like she’s expecting so much from your answer. Her eyes sparkles in excitement.
You stared at her in disbelief, “Do you actually think that I will like someone just because they’re good looking? Books don’t raised me to be like that.”
Instead of showing a disappointed expression, her smiled grew bigger and started pointing at you like she caught you or something.
“So you do think he is good looking!”
You got stunned by what she said. It was too late to realize what you have said and you can’t take it back or else you will look defensive.
“Whatever.” You just looked down your lunch and started to silently eat it. She started to tease you, but you chose to ignore her.
When you both returned to class, you felt so nervous of seeing him again. You actually don’t understand why, but you just did. Some of your classmates greeted you and you smiled at them, a little shy. Your eyes darted at your seat and the chair beside it is vacant.
You walked over and you even saw Jungwon rushing his way to his girlfriend. You sat down and your eyes took a short glance at Ni-ki’s seat. For an unknown reason, you felt a little sad. You shrugged it off and just grabbed your textbook for the next class.
“Hi y/n!” your eyes darted over to the guy who approached your table. He’s one of your classmates and also part of Ni-ki’s circle. Jungwon introduced the two of you a while ago to his friends, so you know.
You flash him a small smile and your eyes follows his hand as he put a banana milk on your desk. You stared at it a bit, confused then you eyed him.
“I’m Sunoo and that’s from Ni-ki! He asked me to give it to you since they’re called in practice.” he said and your eyes darted back at the banana milk.
The class then started to go seat at their chairs when the teacher for that subject arrived.
“Nice meeting you, bye!” he bid and quickly went to go sit down.
You didn’t even manage to say something to him. While the teacher starts his discussion, your eyes are still glued back to the drink on your desk. You slowly grabbed it and checked the note sticked to it.
‘Hope you enjoy this! :) — Ni-ki’
Your attention was called by your teacher. She asked you and your friend to introduce yourselves because you are new. Then she welcomed you both with a warm smile. After that, she asked you to take a seat so she can start the lesson already.
“Kindly turn your book to page 378.”
As you grab your textbook and start to turn its page, your eyes darted at the drink once again. You scoffed and a ghost smile appeared over your lips before you tried to concentrate to the lesson.
Dismissal came faster than you expected and Ni-ki didn’t showed up in class anymore that whole afternoon. You heard that they’re preparing for the big game and that Ni-ki is actually one of the star players. He really is important in the team. Somehow, you now really understand why he needs to ditch that day.
“Hello,” your heart almost fell when you saw Ni-ki standing right beside you. He’s wearing a plain black shirt and sweats while his duffel bag hangs over his shoulders. His hair looked a little damp, you assume he just finished practice.
You tried to keep your cool and glanced back at your locker. “Hi.” you shortly replied. It made him smile a little.
“Did you receive the banana milk?” he asks and leaned over the lockers. He glanced over the students passing by that greets him.
“Yes. What’s it for?”
He smiles, “I just want to give you one.”
You stared at him for a while before you resumed on arranging your things.
“If this is still about that day, you know you don’t have to give me one.”
He sighs then put his hands inside his pockets. He looked so attractive. Its so crazy to even think of it that way, but its just how it is. You don’t even understand how someone can look this good in just wearing plain black shirt and sweats.
“I know, I just want to.”
You kept his stares at you for a while before you nod your head and glance away. After closing your locker you start walking towards your friend. She’s smiling when she glanced at you and her eyes shifted at the person behind you. That’s when you realized Ni-ki followed you. Your heart races, but you still tried to keep your cool.
“I’ll g-go first. See you guys tomorrow.” you said and gave her a hug. She nods and waved at you telling you to stay safe.
While you’re walking out of the school, you looked over your shoulder because you can still feel someone following you. He smiled innocently and pulled his hand out of his pocket to wave.
“Hi.”
“Are you following me?” you tilt your head over to the side.
“Yes.”
“Why? Do you need anything?”
He pursed his lips, trying to suppress a smile. “Nah, I just want to walk you home. Can I do that?”
You blushed and quickly glanced away like as if you can get answer from somewhere. He kept his stares at you and Ni-ki can’t help but to admire how adorable you look.
“Uhm, I take a bus ride home.”
He nods, “Then I’ll wait for your bus with you. Is that all right?”
Your stomach turns while staring at his innocent looking eyes. The way that he kept asking for permission does something in your heart. How can he looked so intimidating, but be super soft? It’s crazy. You gulped and left with no choice but to let him do it.
He grins and slowly reach for your things so he can help you. That action definitely caught you off-guard, while he looks cool with it. It was almost like he’s very used to doing such things. Is he just really a gentlemen or a playboy? You can’t decide.
You walk beside him, slightly trying your best to keep up. When he noticed, he chuckled softly and stopped so he can wait for you. With a pout, you shoot him glares. “You walk so fast.” you mumble.
He let out another chuckle, “I’m sorry. Let’s go?”
You nodded your head and you both walked towards where your bus usually stops. Ni-ki was the one initiating the conversation which you find very nice because you are shy and you have no idea how to start it. Surprisingly, he isn’t that boring and also not that overwhelming for you. He’s actually very fun to talk to. You cannot believe you actually said it. That he’s fun to talk to.
When you saw the bus driving close, you glanced at him and awkwardly smiled.
“U-Uh, thank you for waiting with me.”
He nodded and gently passes you your bag. “You’re welcome. Get home safe.” and he waved his hand.
You nodded and quickly went to ride the bus. After settling down, you looked over Ni-ki who's still standing where you left him. He glanced at you then smiled when you two met eyes. You signalled him to go and he mouthed something like ‘After your bus left’ and even pointed at the bus.
When the bus started to go, he waved one last time. As it drove away, your mind was left with him. You don’t understand. This was the first time you met Ni-ki and his first impression was even not good for you, then why does it seem like its something else? You can’t point what really is it. All you know is that he made you feel things nobody else does before.
A week has already passed and Ni-ki continued on joining you while you wait for your bus at dismissal. Sometimes he eat lunch with you and your friend, together with their group of friends. They’re all cool and funny. Its obvious how they get along pretty well.
“Here,” your eyes darted over to Ni-ki when he pulls out something from his pocket.
“What..?” he handed you this bookmark that left you a little speechless. It was a sketch of you. The one when you both are studying at the library.
You glanced at him with amused eyes, “Did you draw this?”
He smiled and nodded, “Yes. I told you I do sketches.”
You are still amazed at how good he is so you couldn’t really say anything right away. Your eyes dropped at the pretty bookmare once again and you stared at it. He’s very good, very talented.
“I didn’t know you are this good.”
He chuckles, “Thank you.”
You glanced back at him and smiled, “Thank you for this. I will use this.”
He smirked happily, feeling his heart jumped after knowing you enjoyed and appreciated his small gift for you.
“You better.” he joked that made you chuckle.
As you spend more time with him, the more you get to know Ni-ki. He’s not just amazing, he’s very ideal for you. He’s funny, playful, caring and so much more. You can’t believe you’re actually getting interested over somebody. Fictional characters usually makes you blush, but he’s a real person. He’s real and making your stomach go crazy because of his actions.
“Hi beautiful.” your head snaps over to your side when someone sat down.
A smile quickly made its way over your lips when you saw who it is. It’s Ni-ki and he’s wearing a plain white t-shiry, paired by a black slacks. His hair still a bit damp while he put his duffel bag down at floor. He pulled out a banana milk from it and put it on your table.
“Good morning, how’s practice?” you gently asked and even before you can stop yourself, your hand reached over his hair and softly brush it away from his eyes.
Ni-ki gulped and felt his heart thumping by the affection. You pursed your lips and instantly got shy when your eyes met. You glanced away and pulled your hand away from his hair. He smirks and bite his lower lip.
“It was good. Coach is being a little rough with us tho, because the competition is next month.” he says and you nodded.
“Good luck with your games.” you tried hard to maintain an eye contact even if you can feel your whole face heating up.
“You’ll watch, right?”
Your eyes roamed over his handsome face. They looked so soft, almost hypnotizing you into agreeing to watch his games. You caught your lower lip between your teeth and again, you stretch your hand to brush his hair off.
“Yeah, I’ll watch.” and his stares soften more, if that’s possible. He looked so good. Ni-ki looked so handsome right in front of you. You can’t explain the feeling that you are having right now. It’s uncomfy, how your stomach churns but if he was the reason of it, you’ll want to experience it over and over again.
“Good.” he says and kept the eye contact before gently grabbing your hand to slightly intertwin your hands.
He pulled it closer to his face and placed a small kiss over your hand, “You look so beautiful.” he mumbled.
You gasped lightly and glanced away. He chuckled lightly then he helped you opening the banana milk. Soon enough, your classmates arrived and your day continued. The days passes by too quickly and you just grew closer with Ni-ki.
Another week passed by after that. You mostly spent it with your friend and Ni-ki. He’s usually around you, accompanying you. Some even said that you two are starting to get inseparable. Of course your friend couldn’t stop teasing you about it. She wants you and Ni-ki to be together so bad. Before you get annoyed by her constantly talking about it, but now the idea doesn’t seem to be bad for you. Its just, Ni-ki isn’t saying anything about it. You don’t know if he likes you the way you like him.
“Ni-ki! Valo later?” a smile appeared across your face when you heard a voice from somewhere says that. Soon, you can feel a figure approaching close to you and a hand gently reaching for your bag.
“I don’t know. I’m busy later.” Ni-ki responded. You heard his friend complained about something that he don't join them anymore and somehow you felt guilty, because you clearly know what keeps him ‘busy’.
A hand rests over the small of your back, asking for attention. You turn your head and smiled at him.
“Hi. How’s practice?”
“Good. Was the food good?” he asks curious, his hand now caressing your back gently.
“Yes. Thank your Mom for me.” he gave you lunch a while ago and he said that his Mom cooked it for you.
He nods and smiled then waits patiently until you can go. After a couple of minutes, both of you are off to go at your bus stop. It’s Saturday tomorrow, so you don’t really know what to do. Maybe you’ll just read some books or go out to look for more books.
“What are you up to tomorrow?”
Your head snaps at his direction while the two of you walks side by side. “Nothing. Maybe read some books.” and you even shrug your shoulders off.
“Do you want to go with me?” he glanced away while his ears turns red. He’s incredibly cute so you can’t help but to smile.
“Go with you? Where?”
“Double date.” his eyes dropped over his hands before he slowly raised to look at you.
“Are you asking me out?” your lips almost trembled because of the idea. It excites you.
“Yes.”
You pursed your lips and jokingly squinted your eyes at him, “Do you promise not to ditch me again?”
He chuckles, “I promise.” and even raised his left hand. Your smile fell and you shoot him glares.
“Its suppose to be your right hand!” and you swat his arm. He laughs and fixed it, “Oh my bad, I’m left handed.” he joked.
“So is that a yes?” and he stretch his hand to brush some of your hair off of your face. The slight touch of his skin to yours makes you blush right away.
“Yes.” and you even nodded.
This time, you're the one who reach for his face to pinch his nose lightly.
“All right.” he smiled and held your hand to intertwin your hands.
“Let’s call later?” he asks that made you pout. Your eyes looked over your holding hands. Ni-ki noticed that its a bit cold so he took your hands and put it inside his pocket.
“You should join your friends on playing valo. We’ve been facetiming each other every night.”
He shakes his head, “Nah, I’m not in the mood to play anyway.”
“They’ll start to be suspicious.”
He shrugged his shoulders off, “They know I’m talking to you.”
Your eyes grew a bit big and you blushed just by thinking his friends are aware of it. Ni-ki smirked.
“You’re so beautiful.” he mumbled and just in time, your bus arrived.
Your mind is still occupied even after you ride your bus and it left. His actions and his words all leads to one conclusion, but you still keep yourself from assuming things.
The next day, you woke up early to prepare. You don’t understand, but you are so excited to see Ni-ki. Not that you don’t see him at school, its just different to hang out on weekends.
When you arrived the place where you are suppose to meet the first time, your brows slightly furrowed. All you can see is Jungwon and your friend. No Ni-ki can be seen.
“Where’s Ni-ki? Is he late?” you asked right away.
“Huh? No! He’s...” your friend roamed her eyes around. “right there!” she added.
You looked over your shoulder and saw him walking closer while holding a cup of coffee. He's smiling so big and so you did too, but your eyes trailed down to what he's wearing. It's his jersey.
“You have practice?” you asked, confused.
He nods his head, “I’ll take you with me.”
Your eyes grew big, “To your practice?”
He nodded again, finding you adorable.
“B-But are you even allowed to take me?” you are worried, but you want so bad to go. You’ve never been in their practice.
“Yes. Then after that, we’ll go check some bookstores.” he says excitedly.
“Bookstores?”
He pulled out a piece of paper that shows a list of bookstores around. You pursed your lips into a pout, completely moved over what he did. You hugged him and he was caught off-guard.
“Thank you!”
He broke into a soft smile and dropped a kiss at your forehead, “Anything for you.”
You both bid good-bye to your friend and Jungwon before you walk hand in hand towards the bus stop. Ni-ki assists you to ride and ask you to take a sit while he beep his card to pay for the two of you.
While on the way to school, you enjoy the coffee he ordered for you. He enjoys watching you at the same time. You offered him a sip, but he declined. Soon enough, you both arrived the school. You can barely see people inside, just some maintenance people and some school personels.
You two went straight to the gym. You can already hear the sound of shoes and basketball echoing inside. He gently guided you inside and you started feeling shy when you felt them eyeing you. Once they seen who it was, they started teasing Ni-ki. He can’t help but smile while he guides you at the benches. He sets his bag down beside you and ask if you’re all right. You nodded, despite the blushing cheeks.
“You can watch or read your books.” you nodded and he started jogging towards the court after he took off his plain t-shirt.
You don’t know much about basketball, but surprisingly you enjoyed watching him play. He’s very attentive and you can really tell how he pour everything to things he like doing. He’s full of passion over it.
A loud honk errupted all over the gym, signalling that the practice is now over. Their coach blew the whistle then asked them over. They all approached him and you think he started telling them about the things he noticed. After a couple of reminders, they let them go.
“I’ll just take a quick shower.” he said and you nodded your head before he goes and left you.
While waiting for him, you noticed that a group of players stormed inside. Base on their uniform, they seem like the volleyball team. You didn’t mind them and just busy yourself with your phone.
A pair of shoes caught your attention when it enters your line of sight.
“Hi!” a guy wearing a jersey with a number ‘04’ smiled in front of you. He have this clean haircut and a pretty set of teeth.
“U-Uhm, hello.” you awkwardly greeted.
“Why are you here? Practice? Or waiting for someone who had practice?”
“Waiting for someone.” you answered right away.
He nodded his head while pursing his lips, “Who?”
“Me.” both of you turn your head over to the side.
Ni-ki’s walking closer while having both of his hands inside his pocket, duffle bag hangs over his shoulder and his hair a bit damp. His eyes looked so serious while staring straight to the guy who approached you.
“Nishimura, huh?” he sounds a bit amused.
Your view of him got covered when Ni-ki stood in front of you. He tilt his head, “What do you want?” he asked him straightly.
“What is this? Are you finally over with your dream girl?” his tone taunting him. Your brows furrowed at what he said, confused and curious at the same time as to what he was talking about.
“Shut up.” Ni-ki took advance, but you are quick to grab him by his arm. He glanced at you and his eyes soften.
“Let’s just go.” you plead lightly.
He clenched his jaw hard before he glanced back at the guy. His friends approached closer as well so you somehow you felt at ease.
Thankfully, none of them engaged into a much more trouble and decided to just go leave each other. Ni-ki bid good bye to his hyungs before gently grabbing your hand to take you away. Your mind is still occupied about what that guy said a while ago. The one with Ni-ki’s dream girl. What was that? A part of you felt curious and a part of you doesn’t want to ask about it. You’re afraid to know what his answer would be.
When you arrived at the bus stop, he draws in a strained sigh. He looked a little frustrated.
“I’m sorry that you have to see that.” he apologized, probably referring to him almost getting caught in fight.
You pursed your lips, trying to get rid of that thought and focus on what he is saying right now. “It's f-fine.” was all you can respond.
You wanted to say more, so he wouldn’t caught on you overthinking and stuff, but none came out from your mouth. Your mind couldn’t process anything. Are you that comfortable with Ni-ki that you’ll just let him see through you?
He pursed his lips and sighed once again. You watch him do that and look a bit nervous. He’s obviously holding back on telling you something. It made you nervous as well, what it may be.
“About what he said a while ago,” he started that caught your whole attention. Your thoughts instantly pushed at the back of your mind and the noises around suddenly muffled.
He gulped and his hand plays through your hand that he was holding. Ni-ki’s very nervous to how you will react about this. He knew better than to keep this and make you overthink.
“Promise me first that you won’t find it weird.” he stared straight to your eyes, hopeful.
You nodded your head unconsciously.
“This may sound crazy, but I’ve seen you in my dreams before.” he says and kept his stares at you.
You blinked, confused. Totally confused. You almost think that you’ve heard it wrong or he’s trying to pull a prank on you. But his serious face and the fear in his eyes says otherwise. He’s completely serious, leaving you in wonder of what he was talking about.
“O-Okay..?” you tried to say something that better than it, but you failed.
Ni-ki sighed and lets go of your hand, embarrassed. “You think I’m weird.” he mumbled.
A smile crossed your lips and you quickly took a hold of his hand, now holding it. “No, I don't!” he looked at you and you try hard to suppress a smile.
“You’re laughing.”
That caused a chuckle to escape from your lips, “It’s because you’re cute!” you try to pull him again because he’s trying to turn his back so you wouldn’t see his blushing face.
“Cute? Stop kidding me, y/n.” he says and glanced away, cheeks tinted red and so does his ears.
Soon, your bus arrived so you hold your conversation first. Both of you went inside and sat down at a vacant chairs. He was still avoiding your eyes and you’re trying to catch them.
“So, you dreamt of me?” you tried opening the topic again. He groaned, embarrassed still.
“If you’ll just going to make fun—”
“No! I’m really curious about it. I promise, I’m not making fun of you.” and you tried to look as serious as you can. He sighed and nodded his head.
“How do I look like in your dreams? Do I look just like this?” you asked, curious.
He stared at you, his embarrassment now long forgotten. His eyes stared over your eyes, down to your nose, your cupid's bow and your lips. He carefully scanned each and every one of your features, admiring them.
“You looked more beautiful in person. My drawings can’t do justice in that face of yours.” he said in a very sincere and serious tone.
This time, you’re the one to get shy because of his compliment. He always tell you that you’re pretty, but this time its a little more intimate. You can’t help but to blush a bit more than normal.
Ni-ki took your silence as an opportunity and gently held your hand. Your eyes dropped over them for a while before you glanced back to his eyes.
“I don’t want you to think that I liked you only because you look like the girl in my dreams. I admit, that was one of the reason why I got interested, but you as a person is what made me like you.”
“You l-like me?” you are totally caught off guard.
He smirked then chuckled, “Isn’t it obvious?” he then leaned over to give your cheeks a light kiss. “I like you very much.”
“When are you going to show me your drawings?” you asked him one afternoon. You’re at the rooftop, hanging out since its your vacant hour. He decided to take you here with him. He says its his most favorite spot in school and he’s sharing it with you because you’re his most favorite person.
“Probably soon, baby.” he glanced at you and smiled when he saw your pout before leaning in to give you a kiss at your cheeks.
“But I want to see it.”
“Soon.” he gave your cheeks a light tap before he continues to draw again. This time, you sighed and just let it slide. You don’t want to force him even if you’re already dying out of curiosity.
Its already been two weeks ever since you knew about these drawings and Ni-ki’s confession. You haven’t told him yet that you like him as well, you’re waiting for a perfect time.
You focused on reading once again. You read one sentence. Read it again. Again. And again. You put your book down when you realized you couldn’t understand anything. Ni-ki on the other hand looked too hooked over his drawings. A smile forms your lips just by watching him too focused. He looked so ethereal. How can he call you pretty all the time when he’s the one looking like this?
While you’re spacing out, you had come up with a bright idea to confess toda with Ni-ki. Of course, you don’t want it to be just plain. So you came up with a plan to take Ni-ki to your special place.
“Do you want to go with me later?”
He lift his gaze from his sketchbook towards you, “Where are you taking me?” he even gave you this funny face, like as if he’s scared and that you’re planning something horrible to him.
You rolles your eyes and leaned in to place a peck over his cheeks, “Don’t be dramatic. I’ll tell you where later.” you stood up and flattened your skirt, Ni-ki helped on fixing it because it strides up while you’re sitting.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“Going to buy something and look for (friend’s name). You want something?”
He shakes his head, “Do you want me to come with you?”
You told him you’re good and he just nodded his head. Ni-ki have no clue that you are planning to confess to him. You are too excited when you told your friend about your plan and she was as excited as you. She thinks the two of you are perfect for each other.
“Bye, y/n!” she waves and smiles meaningfully at you.
Ni-ki nods at her way and to his hyung while putting his arms around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. You are waiting for the bus because you told him you will take him somewhere. He even teases you that you are planning something to him which you just respond with an eye roll.
“So where are we going?” he asks for nth time when you rode the bus.
“Can you just stop asking and wait?” you spat at him that made him chuckle.
“All right. I can’t help but to feel excited, this is the first time you asked me out on a date.”
You gave him a teasing smile, “Who said this is a date?”
His smile fell, “Okay, I’m going down at the next stop.”
You chuckled and grabbed his arm tighter, “I’m kidding! You’re such a baby.”
He smirked and leaned his cheek at you, asking for a kiss. You rolled your eyes and gave in, giving him a peck before you two slowly talk about something.
Arriving at your stop, Ni-ki furrowed his brows when you took him at a memorial park. He didn’t ask anything and just followed behind silently. He held your hand tighter when he noticed how your eyes flashes sadness and longing.
You glanced at his direction after you felt him tugging your hand. The worry over his eyes touches your heart. “Let’s go.” and you started pulling him towards the grave of one of the most important person in your life. Your Dad.
“Hi Dad!” you smiled and waved before you crouched down to take out some leaves all over his gravestone. Ni-ki didn’t waste any time and quickly helped you. A warm smile spread across your face.
“Hello, Sir. I’m Nishimura Riki.” he introduced himself and even bowed.
Your eyes got teary just by seeing him paying respect. You draws in a big sigh then glanced at your Dad’s grave.
“Remember when I cried here, Dad? Because I feel like nobody will take care of me and love me. Well, I am back.” you smiled as your eyes heats up and form tears. “But this time I’m with Ni-ki.” you looked over him and he’s staring at you with that worried and affectionate eyes of his.
You laid your hand and he hold your hand tightly before placing a sweet kiss. “He takes care of me, Dad.”
Ni-ki leaned in and kissed your cheeks this time before turning to your Dad’s grave. “You don’t have to worry about her too much, Sir. I will make sure she’s okay. I will take care and love her with all of me.”
Your eyes grew a bit big and you stared at him in awe. He smiled and raised his hand to wipe your tears away.
“I love you.” he said sincerely that made you teary even more.
“I love you too, Ni-ki.” this time, it was his turn to be surprised.
He cupped your face, “Say it again.”
You chuckled, “I love you.”
“I love you more.” and he lean to give you a peck over your lips. He pulled away after a couple of kisses then he rests his forehead at yours.
“Do you think your Dad will be mad that I kissed you?” that made you chuckle so you pull away a bit to look at his eyes.
“I guess so.” you joked and this time, you leaned in to give him a kiss. Ni-ki closed his eyes and even followed your lips for more.
“That’s her. She kissed me.” and he even pointed at you like a kid.
You rolled your eyes and you rest your head over his shoulder. The two of you stayed like that for a while. After that, you pulled Ni-ki to the place near the memorial park, its like a cliff where you can see the whole city lights below.
You walked over the railings and you let the breeze blew over your hair while you stare blankly at the pretty view. On the other hand, Ni-ki was stunned. He was stoned at his position while he stare at you. This scene is very familiar to him.
You glanced over him as the air blow over your hair and Ni-ki’s heart thumped faster. It was the scene in his dreams. Now, he was certain that it was really you and he was destined to meet you.
He smiled, a tear left his eye before he caged you in a tight embrace. He enjoys his passion and the art he was doing, but you made him fell deeper to it. You are his favorite art piece and now, his favorite person.
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A shined-up obtrusive PRIDE
Summary: You’re tired of Jamil Viper being so cocky…Kinda makes you wanna kiss his mouth shut and make him cry.
THIS IS LITERALLY ONE OF THE MOST SUGGESTIVE/SPICER SIDE OF MY WRITING??? HELLO??? 🥲🥲🥲 I’M SO SORRY FOR MY MOOTS WHO ARE READING THIS…
Tags/Tw: EVERYONE IS 18+, Suggestive, Enemies with benefits, modern college au (no magic), rough kisses, there’s no strings attached really, arguing when you’re making out, hinting in the future for a 3 way with Kalim (doesn’t happen), Reader is one of the top students, Gn reader! Kinda ooc Jamil…he’s really cocky here like we are in this story 😔
If yk where the title came from…hit me up in the comments…
Did he always have to flaunt his shit in your face???
Aggravating you everyday with his smug smirk when you two crossed paths during between periods, showing off his picture perfect grades…
AGH!
He just made you so pissed at him! Every. Single. Damn. DAY!
After reconciling with Jamil, poor Kalim would always have to break you two up if you ended up fighting in the middle of the halls…
Both of you two had detention with him once, he had to give you two one considering you two were actually fighting in the Scarabia side of the campus…He had you two clean the whole building together while he just wondered where you two went wrong…
Though it took a long time, he eventually reached an understanding with Jamil after his outburst at him! How come you didn’t cease the arguing?!
Even if a student asked any of the housewardens, they don’t think any of them would know.
Both of you guys were at each other throats constantly! Even the teachers groaned when they heard again from one of the housewardens or students.
Ace and Deuce always walked with you…but they were always a minute late because of their arguing and unfortunately, that minute is always when you see him. You can hear your small kitty in your bag basically scream at him too, good Grim!
You visibly grit your teeth in anger when he decided to actually go after you during the last period, which everyone got off due to a unexpected meeting the teachers had.
The secluded place you had was the outside of the school, just sitting in the shade. There weren’t many people there, just random students walking to and from somewhere or some just reading or talking on the benches from afar.
“Get the fuck away from me.”
“Nah. Think I’ll stay. Besides, I think the Tweels met up with Kalim in the dorm for a quick hangout. I’m not going back there.”
“I don’t want you here.”
“I don’t really care.” He smirked at your furious expression.
You stood up and packed your stuff. You’ll go in your own private dorm just outside the school then! Forget going outside for once!
“Oh? Wow, you give up so fast.”
“At least I’m better than you a full percent in class.” You grinned
He rolled his eyes in annoyance
Oh sometimes you actually miss before his outburst when he didn’t decide to let go of how he acted…
You glared at him. “Next time I see you try to go up to me again, I’ll beat your shitty ass up.” He laughed at you. While both of you respected each other, you two did not
“Hm, what are you going to do? You’re only a first year, besides, I can easily knock you out.”
“Try it. Don’t think that Kalim can get your ass out of this one.” You grinned, both locked in a staring contest before you ran for it
Back to your quiet place…thank the…lords? Seven? Eh, who cares.
Aaanddd you forgot that today was a cross class between yours and his.
Great.
What’s even greater? He’s partnered with you.
You both begged Trein to please just let you work alone but he simply sighed and said
“You two need to work together and stop bickering for once.”
“But—!”
A glare was shot both ways before he shooed both of you off
Now you two were in your apartment, which was separate from the school campus. Nice for not being bothered by other students but terrible when you have to wake up extra early to walk to class
Of course, yes you both agreed to simply focus on the assignment and nothing else
Ah yes, two top students who fight for the top spot on the roster. The assignment would be an easy A! As long as they don’t arg-
“FUCK YOU, I TOLD YOU THIS WAS WHAT HAPPENED WITH THE DAMN EVIL QUEEN!”
“YOUR HANDWRITING IS SHIT! WHAT DID YOU EXPECT?!”
“NOT MY FAULT YOU’RE ILLITERATE!”
Jamil stood across from you as the assignment was forgotten, now both of you were arguing again about something random. The argument switched from the assignment to just insulting each other
“Bitch ass, weren’t you the one who tried and failed miserably to manipulate everyone into expelling Kalim?!?” You gripped at the roots of your hair as you glared at him
“WE FUCKING ACKNOWLEDGED THAT ALREADY! You’re always holding a grudge against me!”
“Good reason to, hello???!!”
You continued arguing until eventually like any one of your full blown out arguments, both of you jumped each other and started to fight quite literally
You threw punches at his face while he scratched you on your shoulders. You had red marks on your upper arms while he had a tiny bruise on the lower side of his face
You both got off each other again before he got in your face
“Please, you’re so damn predictable. Arguing and then fighting and right back to arguing huh?”
Oh yeah, nothing about your happy go lucky life was EVER predictable
“Excuse me? Predictable?! I am not! And if anything, you do the same thing!”
“Here we go again, you’re always stuck up about yourself!”
“Stuck up?! Oh so sorry for trying to get good grades! You must be so jealous to just shoot that out.” You laughed at him towards the end
“Jealous?! Of you? Absolutely not! Memorizing random facts shit doesn’t make you intelligent! Shove it up your ass, no wonder why nobody wants to be with your ass! Go read a romance book considering you’re too busy for anything else!”
“My romance life is so much better than yours! I don’t wanna hear that from you, the only people who like you is Kalim, Octavinelle, and basketball club! Your club only likes you since you’re good for one thing! Otherwise, who would want to be with you?!”
He glared at you and his fists shook with anger. You, with a bright idea decided to poke him at that
“You say that there’s people who want you, but really even a fucking child could see through that crap!” You stepped closer to him with a grin “You probably suck ass at sex!”
“Oh please—“ Jamil laughs “I could turn down anyone I wanted unlike you. I could break you if I wanted to.” He says with a smug expression
“Oh wow I’m so scared.” You whined before scoffing “Oh please, you can’t even get anyone in bed with you, why in wonderland would I be scared of someone pathetic like you?”
Jamil got in your face as soon as you ended that sentence. His eyes pierced yours and somehow you see a raging fire in his eyes. Your faces were inches away
“If you think I can’t fuck your ass, try me.”
“Let’s test that theory then shall we?I’m not going to lose to you any day.”
You gripped his cheeks and pressed your lips against his harshly. Recovering from the recoil, Jamil kisses back, trying to fight back for control.
Shuffling backwards, the Scarabia member manages to pin your back against the wall, he pulls back with a grin
“Try to say I’m pathetic now…” His lips are glazed over and the fire ignited again
“You sure are if you think I’m giving up like that.” You kiss him again, this time sliding your tongue inside his mouth. You two fought to win while stumbling into your bedroom
Along the way, you pull off each other’s jackets and coats, whatever you don’t care what it is as long as it was on the floor
Making it in, Jamil takes the opportunity and kisses you against the door, shutting it and you lock it just in case Grim decides to come home from trouble making…
“Really? You’re scared of the damn cat?” He pants out when he pulls just a few centimeters away from your face
“Hey, that cat brings home spare thurmarks.”
Pinning him on the bed with your lips, your arms holding you up while also caging Jamil’s head
You push him, connecting your lips again and moving to the bed where he falls back on. The adrenaline running through your body as Jamil somehow actually struggles in getting out of your grip. Hm, maybe it really is a body power like Vargas said.
“Hah…you actually know how to do something useful…
“Unlike…you…”
At that, he flips you over and straddled you while trying to take off your shirt off
You reach for the button and the zipper of his jeans to which he laughs
“You can’t be that impatient, can you?”
He kisses you again with those stupidly soft lips, which has been layered constantly with chapstick
“Hmph, no wonder why nobody wants to be intimate with you.”
“Hm? How come? I’m not in a rush like you are. You’re just too impatient as usual.”
You flip him over, his jeans undone but not off. Your shirt was already off. Jamil’s face was dangerously close to yours
“You’re a very bitchy asshole.”
“I prefer insufferable bastard but alright”
“Insufferable is correct…” You huffed out while taking off his shirt. “Maybe Kalim could be better in bed than you.”
Jamil scoffs at your words. “I’m better than him at this any day of the week.”
“Hm, who knows. Maybe we should invite him~” You bent your head down and started to nip at his neck
“Yeah right. If you’re asking who’s better between us, it’s me. Between you and I? Still me.”
“Oh please, we really should invite him next time. He can choose which is better but he’s smart. The correct answer is me.” You glared at him
“Talk the talk, talk a-all the shit you want. Can you even fucking do it?”
“Aw, don’t call yourself an it~ I’ll prove so any day.” You bite and mark Jamil’s neck and despite how hard he kept his mouth shut, sounds came out his throat.
His nails dig in your shoulder as he gasps, digging deeper as he tries to not lose any sense of composure or pride.
He moves his hands down to tug his pants off and you laugh darkly in his neck
“You can’t resist me! See!”
Another gasp is reeled out of Jamil, he bites his lip again. “Y-You know it’s no use…I-I’m still…better than you.” Jamil spat out, trying to conceal his sounds
You bite harder on the next mark while your chest rubs against his, you finally hear a loud moan come out of Jamil
Pulling away, you chuckled and whispered against his ear
“Let’s see about that shall we…?”
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MC’s Demon Form - Belphegor
Just to be clear, MC can use all their forms. This is just the one that the brothers first saw MC in. If you haven’t read the setup for these headcanons, as well as the pact headcanons that explain what’s happening here, I strongly recommend you do so (they will be linked below) Otherwise, on with the reactions!
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Pact Headcanons Setup
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“MC!!!” Mammon shouted as he sprinted to the fallen beast followed closely by the rest of the brothers. Apparently, too close. Mammon stopped dead in his tracks, feet still sliding over the dirt as his brothers crashed into him at full force. They all got up ready to curse him out, but the sight in front of them quickly shut them up.
There you were, but you looked like..?
Belphegor...
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Lucifer
What?
That’s not what he expected
Obviously upset it’s not him, but doesn’t hold a grudge when he finds out you have a form for every demon
Please do not let Belphegor’s sin stop you from keeping up with training and RAD homework
Mammon
“OI! I’m yer first man, you should be using ME as your protector!”
He’s salty but show off your greed form for a bit and he’ll be fine
Willing to give piggy back rides if you’re tired
Let your first man do his duties dammit!
Leviathan
Obviously jealous, but he’s happy for Belphie
If anyone knows insecurity, it’s Levi and he knows Belphie still feels insecure about his relationship with you after what happened in the attic
Avatar of Envy pushes his jealousy aside to be happy for his lil bro
Let's you sleep on his Ruri-chan body pillow
Satan
Hopefully another menace to join the Anti Lucifer League
Seriously though, he’s very happy for Belphie
If he doesn’t already, he’ll read to you when you wanna nap or just don’t feel like doing anything
Once again, craves watching you tear some shit up
Asmodeus
He just thinks you’re absolutely adorable💖🥺
Wants to take you shopping so you guys can get matching silk bed sets
He’s actually rather calm about the whole thing compared to every other reaction of his
Guess even the narcissist can be truly happy for his baby brother
Beelzebub
He’s so happy he’s literally sobbing, not even getting words out, choking on air type shit
He just grabs the both of you and does not let go
Once he stops sobbing he literally turns into an excited Mammon
“I’ll pick up some Super Spicy Newt Chips and all the ingredients to make Belphie’s favorite soup and maybe even some sushi...OH MC could we maybe get some human world cheeseburgers before we leave I’ll buy enough for everyone🥺👉👈”
Belphegor
He’s frozen in place trembling as the tears pour down
Even after he....you still...you...he just can’t believe you’d want anything to do with him let alone his demon form and using his magic to protect yourself
“S-s-stupid h-hu-man...” and he breaks down as Beel and you hugged him for dear life
The Attic Sandwich Club needs to have an emergency session ASAP
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And the series is finished! Thank you to everyone who read all the parts and definitely lmk if you want more of this type of stuff and feel free to send ideas/requests! All parts will be tagged in my masterlist and the Setup post at the top :)
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How do you block and filter fics with rampant racist micro aggression since that's never tagged properly and the writer will have a white meltdown if they're ever confronted with the fact their fic is racist?
I honestly can’t tell if this was in earnest or if it’s meant to be another Gotcha! Attempt from one of the anti-censorship posts I’ve annoyed people with, so I’m going to assume it’s the first and do my best to answer.
As a white woman, I am definitely not someone who should be speaking on racism, since the systemic issues I deal with are very very different.
Unfortunately, though, your experience with such a fic is going to mirror what I’d imagine is also your experience with most other forms of media which don’t flag that kind of behavior: bail. Back out. Don’t finish the thing that is upsetting you. Possibly, (as I’ve done with authors on issues that hit home for me) take note of who’s behind the thing so you know to avoid them in the future, as they’ve broken that trust.
This is also known as curating your space. I don’t remember if I go on that rant in the other two (three?) posts that seem to have picked up, but that’s the READER’s side of the equation. Find your garden and tend it well, keep it how you like it, because it is for you and you alone.
My job as a writer is to tag to the best of my ability so you know exactly what you’re bringing into your garden. I don’t want to spoil your flowers anymore than I want someone to trample on mine.
Hopefully, as people talk about this more, authors will be more open to tagging/ modifying and/or adding a footnote for things exactly like this.
Micro aggressions are especially difficult, since (again, pulling purely from my lived experiences) getting folk to agree on what ‘counts’ is rough. But as an author— I want to share my stories. That’s the point! If I’ve written it, then I damn well better be self-aware enough to tag it, and be willing to ADD TAGS so I’m not breaking trust with the people I’m trying to give nice things to. Hopefully that makes sense?
I’m gonna say that again since I feel it needs it: if you’re comfortable enough to write the Real World problem happening, you’re fully capable of being able to recognize why someone might like the warning. Be kind. Tags only work if you use them.
On AO3, I believe they recently made it possible to block an author entirely, so they no longer show up in the results for your searches.
I’ve run across exactly one author I’d have blocked if it was possible at the time, because he refused to add tags to a story that… really needed tags. And, going through the comments in later chapters, dozens of people have asked him to update tags. He claims that doing so will ‘ruin the story’ despite the graphic raped-to-death-then-magically-revived bit having literally nothing to do with the plot at all. Instead, it comes out of literally nowhere in an otherwise really well written tale, and was deeply deeply upsetting to the point that his response to my first chapter squee was “yeah, tell me if you still like it after chapter X”. (Unfortunately i am a very fast reader and had already gotten that far and bailed immediately. Dude if you KNOW it’s THAT upsetting to so many people ADD THE TAG.)
I’ll never read anything he’s written again, just like I refuse to read anything by JKR ( awful human) or Terry Goodkind (I can’t stand how he handles his female characters. At all.)
Obviously these two examples are not identical, but it’s the main comparison I have on hand.
This isn’t meant to sound like I’m belittling or downplaying that concern at all. But until people get better at tagging—and I really wish traditional books and other media would ALSO tag, because I’m very very tired of running into Specific Things without any fucking warning— you have to protect yourself and your happy place by putting up a fence, and booting unsavory things right back over it.
—side note: for those worried about spoiling the plot you can…skip the tags... just know you’re choosing to walk in blind. OR! And I wish i could figure it out—you can add! A hyperlink! That takes you to the footnote at the BOTTOM to add things that deserve a warning but might be spoilers! There’s even a tag for that! ‘More tags in notes!’ These are good and useful things! Use them so your readers can better curate their spaces!—
The system isn’t perfect by any means. There are a million ways to improve, and we’re trying! But please, please y’all use the damn tags because right now it’s the only system we’ve got. Take care of each other.
#momma talks#answered asks#anon#Not sure i worded this well but i fuckin tried damn it#ao3#tags#racism#fics#curating your spaces#writing
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Look I dunno what this Daminika shipping drama is all about. (I followed you because I like your Rayllum art).
but it's not a cool thing to do to share stuff calling Jon Kent/ Damian Wayne ship "pedophilic yaoi". sounds homophobic.
We should only call the actual crime of pedophilia that and not use the word like a petty insult. Also all this rage gave me the impression that Jon/Damian was like a super twisted ship or something but I googled it and they are 17 and 13 y.o. which would be weird irl yes but that's still literally not pedophilia. they are both teens and people draw them looking the same age in fan art anyway.
If you are not in the dc fandom then maybe don't speak on something you think you know.
But it's not a cool thing to do to share stuff calling Jon Kent/ Damian Wayne ship "pedophilic yaoi". sounds homophobic.
Damian and Jon always have 3 years age gap, even before dc age up Jon, they are like 13 and 10, And after age up(Jon is stuck in space had lived through years and is back on earth) they are now 14 and 17. In most of the fan art, you see people who draw them looking the same age pre-age up, because Damian is really short at 13. And people started to ship them when Jon is 10 year old child. You don't date a child when you're a teen, or date a 14 year old teen and being a college student, that is weird.
In the current comic Jon Kent has a boyfriend-Jay Nakamura(Gossamer) whom he met in college and still happily dating.( then there are racist thing ppl would said about Jay on twitter just bc he is a Japanese character and the other shipper use that to attack him too bc they doesn't like Jayjon as a ship )
-[Action Comics v1 1059 (2024)]-Artist: Marguerite Sauvage-
As an asexual, I mostly headcanon Nika and Damian as nonbinary and asexual. And a lot of the ppl who like Daminika see them as trans for trans too.
You said you followed me for my rayllum art. So you don’t know what the characters I’m talking about, have been drawing about in dc fandom. In my previous vent post is referring to the weird age gap ship, and the maturity of different ages and mentalities when characters are being ship together. And that ship's shippers + incest proshippers are being misogyny towards Nika relentlessly. It's not about against mlm ship, or being homophobic like you claimed.
Maybe you are young and see the fanart and can't think clearly what the issue is. That I can understand, because a few years ago(when I was young and dumb!! and didn't/unable to use my brain to think clearly!!!) I used to think the weird age gap was nothing but now I'm looking back and regret the weird ship I used to ship and draw (Toph and Sokka), I don't ship them anymore + Suki x Sokka superior!!
I have deleted some of Toph and Sokka art and the remaining ones have changed titles and tags to platonic sense. I didn't delete them all because they are still part of my (dumb and reckless!!!) art journey and the things that I'm now getting over and will not ever draw as a ship again.
Which would be weird irl yes but that's still literally not pedophilia.
You admit that would be weird irl and yet tired to dismiss me when I express my uncomfortableness and wanting those ppl to leave the characters(Nika & Respawn) I care about alone. If you are the type of proshipper that says fictional doesn't affect reality… then stop talking to me + invalid opinions‼️ (don't affect reality?? Of course it is! You are a person in reality who argues with me about fiction and conception/representation that affect all of us)
Like I said in my vent post, I never want to interact with them and I don't go into their page or cross ship tags and comments on things or anything related to their ships before. And this is the first time I have spoken up and tried to defend Nika here on Tumblr. Because I'm the only one constantly making contents about her and love her as a character and the only person here on Tumblr who wants to talk about/express my love for her through my art for nearly three years.
And I can't speak up when they want to tools Nika and Respawn for their own ships and set them up as toxic made up characters in their head?!? And I should let that kind of blunt lies disguise as "playful! fun even!!" fanon and let it slip and damage Nika and Respawn's character!?!?? And let that MISOGYNY energy towards Nika fly into fanfic further misconception both of their character and personalities?!??? Similar things that had happened to Talia being constantly demonized through racism and misogyny by fanon?!?!?? A reappear theme by shipper/yaoi incest proshipper tools her as a bad Asian mom to make a sad and twisted background for Damian to need to be protected by the characters they ship him with?!??
Not all of the shippers/fic writers do this but still, I'm meant by the misconception fanons that spin out of control… then SOMETIMES THE ACTUAL COMICS WRITES(different ones/weird ones) WOULD MAKE IT CANON AND DAMAGE THE CHARACTERS‼️IT HAS HAPPENED BEFORE‼️‼️
I know the shippers and the fandom will always be there because of the internet. And I can't control it, so I set up boundaries now by speaking up and defend my favorite characters while I still can.
You can comment under this post if you still disagree with me(unless you're a proshipper then stop interacting with me‼️), and don't hide behind anonymity before you understand what I'm talking about and don't twist my words for your own comfort.
(Again, sorry if you are not in the dc fandom and catching strays of my discomfort and anger. But I love Nika too much so I had to speak in my page)
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