#bop oneshot

[feyhunter78]

Hi, I do kind of have an idea for some Elrond fluff.

It’s basically the song “put your head on my shoulder” by Paul Anka turned into a fic.

I just want to slow dance with Elrond honestly 💕

I adore this idea !!! Here is it short and sweet with some of the lyrics woven in. I definitely listened to the song on repeat while writing this, and I recommend everyone do that, it adds to the experience!!

Put Your Head On My Shoulder

The rings had been completed, elvenkind was saved, and you were waiting for Elrond’s arrival. You smoothed down your gown, watching as the musicians struck up another waltz. You’d been waiting for another chance to dance with Elrond, last time you’d been rudely interrupted by a tongue-tied elf lord who decided Elrond was the only person who could help him express his feelings to his betrothed.

The tune slowly turned to one you were fond of, a slow harmony of strings, woodwinds, and gentle percussion.

“Lady y/n, my apologies for the wait.” Elrond took your hand in his and pressed it to his lips, looking flustered, and undeniably handsome.

“No apology necessary, if you will ask me to dance?”

His smile is more radiant than the sun, and he leads you to the floor, hands settling in the proper positions as you began to join the waltz.

“I swear to you, no one will tear me away from you this night.” He said as he dipped you.

Once you were pulled back to his chest, you smiled. “I will hold you to that.”

You both followed the other couples, stepping, swaying, spinning, until the music slowed, and Elrond’s eyes lit up with mischief. “Do I dare ask why you look so entertained?”

“I bribed the musicians to play this song for you.”

Your heart fluttered as the opening notes to your favorite song filled the night air. “You remembered?”

Elrond pulled you nearly flush against him, and you rested your head on his shoulder. His hand on your upper back kept you close as you swayed. “Of course, this song was playing when we first met.”

“It was at an event quite like this one, if I remember correctly.” You said, pressing a chaste but fond kiss to his neck.

“It was. I was a young elf, stumbling after Galadriel because she was my only friend, and you were there—”

“Late, my brother made us arrive late.” You added, giggling when he kissed your temple.

“Yes, late, but as beautiful as mithril, and I knew I would be a fool to ask you to dance.”

“Well, then we must thank the Valar that you are a fool.”

“I did rush to you quite quickly, but you were very kind about it.”

“I thought you were brave, and handsome.” You reassured him. "I despise playing games."

“And then you kissed me goodnight, a brush of your lips against my cheek that I could still feel as I laid in my bed.”

You buried your face in the crook of his neck. “You always say what I wish to hear.”

Elrond, chuckled. “It is a gift.”

You both fell into comfortable silence, enjoying the dance.

“Thank you, this was very sweet.” You whispered, basking in the warmth of his body.

“Anything for my starlight.” He whispered back, before he gently lifted your head, and pressed his lips to yours.

Elrond’s kisses always took your breath away, but here, under the stars, your favorite song playing, it felt like a dream. Oh, how glad you were that he loved you, too.

Tag list: @nyctophilic0vitnir, @elronds-pointy-ears, @thesolarangel, @elrondscalaquendi, @dilf-superiority

[sanerontheinside]

Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Qui-Gon Jinn/Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi-Wan Kenobi

Additional Tags: Mission Fic, master/padawan relationship, Angst, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Written for the QuiObi Writing Discord

Summary:

“This, us,” Obi-Wan waved a hand between them, “we can’t—keep doing this.”

At last, Qui-Gon looked at him.

“We won’t,” he said.

Obi-Wan swallowed down the lump in his throat, and nodded.

for @luvvewan and @firondoiel 🥰😘

[c-duceusclay]

I desperately need the little jingle that plays when you make dubious food, I need to hear it

[direwombat]

We got that blood moon love!

We got that blood moon love!

We'll show 'em Heaven below

And give 'em Hell up above!

We got that blood moon love!

[astroph1les]

kiss it better [h.c]

summary: after receiving one too many hits in the fight club, hazel tends to your cuts. you test to see if kissing a cut really makes it heal faster.

pairing: hazel callahan x fem!reader

contains: mature language, slight violence and blood, hazel being a little cocky flirt, making out, extremely light choking if you squint, reader is smitten.

word count: 1.5K

a/n: based on this request, i wrote a little oneshot for you guys. i’m obsessed with this. also thank you guys for over 100 followers and for all the support and kind words. i hope you all enjoy <3

When you heard about this women empowering fight club, you didn’t expect to actually get beat up. Hazel had approached you in the hallway randomly asking if you wanted to join. Having the most insanely massive crush on Hazel, you agreed like a pathetic idiot. You thought it was going to be practicing on some dummies or punching bags. Not actually throwing punches, kicking and wrestling your friends and peers.

It was the third day and you and Sylvie were in the circle. You had already fought against Isabel and PJ and that had gotten some pretty good punches to your stomach and jaw. You were nervous beyond belief as Sylvie scared you in some ways but all the girls were encouraging the both of you to just take a swing. You shake your hands out and crack your neck as you prepare for anything.

If it was Hazel, at least you could have her hands on you. Sure, it might be a slap or punch but it’ll be from her and not Sylvie.

“C’mon guys. Someone has to punch first,” you heard PJ shout.

Sucking in a long breath and clenching your fist, not wanting to stretch out the tension for much longer. You swung at Sylvies cheek. The contact burned throughout your knuckles all the way to your elbow, muttering curses to yourself. Sylvie held her cheek where you punched, everyone gasping at the sudden blow.

You freeze, waiting for some sort of rebuttal. Sylvie then quickly bops her fist three times to your bottom lip and then the apple of your left cheek. You jerk back at the punches that were thrown. The entire group cheers with a mixture of ‘oohs’ at you tripping over your own shoe-laces, falling to the ground.

You scrunch up your face to in some way ease the pain that was flooding from cheek to cheek. You feel someone kneel down next to you and you look up to see Hazel checking on you.

You raise a hand to feel over your bottom lip to see the deep crimson dripping down the length of your features. Suddenly, everyone was clamoring around your laid out body.

“Shit, are you okay?” Hazel was the first to ask.

You nod and glance at the way she was merely inches from your face. You tense up and sit up slowly, everyone backing up from you except for Hazel.

“God, Sylvie, it was light punching today.” PJ sighed, rubbing at her temple. “You almost knocked her fucking teeth out.”

“Shit, I-I’m sorry. Light punching,” she slowly nodded, glancing over at you. “Got it.”

“I’m alright, guys. Don’t worry about it,” you nod but as soon as you stand up on your feet, your head begins to throb.

Hazel seemed to notice your discomfort and placed a hand on your clothed shoulder.

“I’ll take her to the restroom to, uh, get cleaned up. Someone else go.” Hazel motioned towards the group with her black spiral notebook before jerking her head towards the bathroom.

PJ and Josie seemed to glance at each other knowingly before shouting for someone else to fight against Sylvie. You followed Hazel to the girls locker room in the gym, rolling your bloody lip into your mouth. The metallic taste made you wince.

For a moment, you felt Hazel’s palm on your lower back as she led you to the sink. She grabbed a small hand towel and ran it under the tap. You could hear the echoing of everyone’s shoes squeaking and bodies hitting the ground.

“Hazel, you don’t have to do this. I can clean up this on my own,” you protest but in reality, you knew the second she put her hands on your face, you would flush an embarrassingly deep red.

“I know but I don’t know, you had already taken some blows from fucking Brittany and Josie so I wanted to help.” Hazel confessed, lifting her head up from the running water. “To make sure you’re okay.”

She cares about me? You didn’t even think that Hazel saw you as a friend, let alone someone she cared about. You had only spoken very few words outside of the club in the one shared class.

“I’m a big girl, you know? I just got thrown off guard. Sylvie wasn’t joking with those punches.” You force out a nervous chuckle, fiddling with your bitten nails.

“Still, I wanna help you.” She emphasized, clutching onto the damp towel to ring a majority of the water out. “Can you sit on that bench, please?”

You looked down to attempt to hide your blush. You push your body off the wall to walk over to the red bench, sitting down as you were told. You were thanking all the Gods above that Hazel could not see you shamelessly checking her out from behind. How was her even back profile hot?

You hear her turn off the tap, removing your stare from her beck side and glancing down at your shoes. You feel her hand grab the underside of your jaw, her thumb accidentally pressing into the bruise that was forming from Josie’s swing. You wince and she whispers a soft ‘sorry’, readjusting her hold.

She began to dab the towel onto your puffy and bleeding lip, her face centimeters from yours now. Your eyes stared at the furrow in between her brows as she focused on not pressing too harshly onto the open wound.

“Are you, like, my nurse now?” You break the silence, your words forming a lisp as she was pressing onto your lip.

Hazel cracked a small grin, eyes locking with yours. She shrugged her shoulders, sucking in a deep breath.

“I do have experience of tending to wounds when I would get my ass kicked when I sparred,” Hazel released your face, the now bloodied-towel in her other hand.

“Ah, okay, gotcha,” you nod, reaching a hand up to touch your lip but Hazel was quick to snatch your wrist.

“Don’t touch it. You haven’t washed your hands.” Hazel lightly chuckled.

You blushed, embarrassment flooding through your veins.

“You can’t risk that pretty lip of yours to get even more fucked up with an infection,” Hazel continued to dab at the area for a couple more seconds.

Your eyes widened at what she had just said, trying to keep your cool. Your hand gripped onto the bench, your knuckles turning white. She just said it so nonchalantly. It caught you off guard.

“You think my lips are pretty?” You whisper, your eyes flickering from each of her pretty eyes.

Hazel set the towel on the bench, looking at you with a small smile.

“Yeah,” she nodded as she sat down next to you now, your shoulders brushing. “I think everything about you is pretty.”

Your hands are twiddling with each other as you take in the compliment. You hadn’t said anything yet as you didn’t know what to say to her. Compliments didn’t come your way as often as you desired so when that rare occasion came around, it made you awkward beyond belief.

Hazel whispers your name to get your attention and you lift your head up, turning your neck to face her. In the blink of an eye, her hands are cupping your cheeks and pulling you into a delicate kiss. You gasp but move your lips against hers, a hand holding at her elbow.

You pulled back to whisper, “I thought I wasn’t supposed to touch my cut.”

“Do you want me to stop?” Hazel hummed, her thumb brushing against your cheek the forming bruise from where Sylvie had punched you.

“No,” you press your lips back onto yours, eager and inhaling at the feeling of her hand cupping your neck.

You let out the faintest of sounds as she squeezed lightly. Your hands caress at her arms as she continues to just rest her hand at your navel. The soft sounds of your panting and your lips connecting and disconnecting every once in a while was all your thoughts were filled with. Hazel smiles onto your lips before slipping her tongue past your bottom lip, a slightly metallic undertone from your cut lip.

“Wow,” you jumped away from Hazel’s lips at the sound of PJ’s voice.

Embarrassment floods through your system as the entire group was standing there in the locker room, a variation of reactions on everyone’s faces. Hazel wipes at her own lips, seeing a hint of red on her fingertips. She smiled to herself and looked up at everyone else.

“If you guys wanted to tongue fuck each other, you should’ve told us,” Josie stated with a grimace.

You groaned and rested your head on Hazel’s shoulder. “Alright, leave. We’ll be there in a second,” you tell everyone who scurried out of the locker room.

“Did you wanna… make-out some more or?” Hazel offered with a cheeky grin.

You chuckle and place a kiss on her cheek. “Take me out on a date and then we can.”

“We can do that.” Hazel nodded, her tongue prodding into her cheek.

Maybe you should get beat up more often.

taglist: @matchamilkislover @curiousshifter101 @imjustapearl @seethesin <33

[klausinamarink]

(saw this post and laughed at everyone’s tags and ended up writing this instead of my actual wips i should really finish whOOPs)

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Eddie bopped his head lightly along to Mötley Crüe on his Walkman as he scribbled his ideas for the Thanksgiving oneshot. He managed to finish the gruelling biology homework and his English essay tonight, so he deserved a treat.

As he tapped his pencil against his desk, he looked up and happened to catch one Steve Harrington’s face at the window.

Eddie perked up, taking his headphones off. Steve grinned, gave his dumb finger wave, and pointed at the window. Eddie gave him a ‘wait a second’ gesture and hurried to close his door, peeking first at the living room where Wayne sat on the couch and read his newspaper. Then he swiftly moved his Mötley Crüe tape to his radio and cranked the volume up that would cover any discreet noise.

He lifted the window open, taking a moment to closely observe Steve’s face in his goofy awestruck glory. “What brings you to my balcony, Romeo?”

Steve shrugged playfully, “Doesn’t Juliet yearn for his lover to come at unknown hours under the moonlight?”

Eddie gave himself a second to turn away and cover his delightful shriek with a palm over his mouth. Goddamnit, his boyfriend is a perfect Shakespeare romantic. He leaned back in with a low whisper, “Sounds like Romeo needs an excuse to see Juliet.”

“That’ll be great since I’m literally tiptoeing on this box right now.” Steve laughed and heaved himself up with a ‘hup!’ Eddie stepped back to let his boyfriend shimmy in, but then his eyes widened in horror when he realized what was under the window in his room.

“Wait, Steve-!” Eddie cut off as Steve landed elegantly onto the small bookshelf instead of the bed because he had switched their places the previous week because his brain was on a weird day and Eddie had thought doing so might shut it up, so he has yet to reverse them.

The bookshelf toppled over on the floor, along with the lamp and other figurines. Steve himself pretty much crashed and rolled before he stopped himself on his side. He looked up at Eddie in bewilderment.

“Uhhh…”

Before either of them could say anything, Wayne burst into the room. Out of instinctive reflex, Eddie threw his bedsheets right on Steve, covering him but not really hiding him.

“What’s going on?” Wayne asked. His gaze landed on the mess and the very obvious Steve blanket lump on the floor.

“Nothing!” Eddie answered, too cheerily. “I was just dancing a lot and, uh, did this. By accident, sorry.”

Wayne stared at him, clearly not believing his ass. “…Right.” He said slowly. “Does Steve want to stay for breakfast in the morning?”

Eddie blinked innocently and, because he was the best liar in the entire world, said, “Who’s Steve?”

Steve made some muffled guffaw sound. Eddie subtly kicked him in where he hoped was in the shins. Wayne gave him another stare before coming to Steve the Blanket Lump and lifted the sheet up where Steve blinked just as innocently back.

“What’s your name, son?” Wayne asked matter of factly.

“…Steve?”

“Steve, would you like to stay for breakfast in the morning?”

Steve looked over to Eddie, who quickly shook his head no, then back at Wayne with his parent-rated charming smile. “Of course, I wouldn’t mind, Wayne.”

His uncle nodded and dropped the blanket, covering Steve again. He turned and walked out of the room, calling out, “Better not hear any more noises again!”

Eddie practically dropped to the ground, his face in his hands, and groaned aloud. This was so embarrassing. He felt Steve’s arms hugging his chest. “Eds, babe, I’m sorry but you know I would die for your uncle’s buttermilk biscuits and jams.”

He glared at his boyfriend half-heartedly. “Stealthy like a ninja, you say?”

Steve pointedly looked down at the fallen bookshelf. “Welllll, I could’ve sworn there was always a bed there-”

Eddie kissed him. “Well,” he said after they broke apart, “maybe I’ll let Romeo help me clean up and all shall be forgiven with our usual duties.”

Steve wiggled his eyebrows with a shit-eating grin. “Clean up, you say, Juliet?”

Wayne hollered at Eddie to close his bedroom door.

[astraystayyh]

I was hoping if maybe you could write a one shot with chris coming home from work to his girl sick on the couch 👉👈

P.s im not feeling well and fluff oneshots always make me feel better

Enough

pairing: Bang Chan x fem!reader

genre: fluff (a sprinkle of angst?) [mention of period and cramps]

You didn't move all day from your spot on the couch. Not because you didn't want to, but because you physically couldn't; you were sick and your entire body ached. It was a miracle you managed to take some medicine right when you woke up.

The hours waiting for Chan to come back home felt like an eternity to you, and when you finally heard the front door open, tears of relief prickled at the corner of your eyes. You needed him, badly.

"Chan..." you call out weakly as soon as your eyes land on him. He's quick to your side, kneeling before your body and grabbing your hand in his, "Sweetheart, hey, hey. What's wrong?"

"It hurts," you slur out and he frowns, his eyes frantically racking through your body for a sign of any apparent injury. "What hurts, baby? Talk to me."

"My throat hurts, I can't swallow anything, my limbs hurt too I feel like someone beat me up. My period will start soon but I already have cramps and I feel sweaty and disgusting," you complain, teary eyes looking into his compassionate ones.

"Why didn't you call me, sweetheart?"

"You were busy, I didn't want to disturb you," you explain and he gently grazes your cheek with the back of his hand, "I'm never too busy for you, yn."

Your eyes flutter closed at the contact, the feel of his cold hand against your scorching skin offering you great solace.

"Did you eat, hum? Take any medicine?"

"Took some in the morning, couldn't move all day." Chan bites the inside of his cheek to stop his 'you need to take care of yourself better' rant from coming out. He knew that the last thing you needed right now was for someone to scold you.

"So, here's what we will do," he starts off as he picks you up bridal style and heads towards the bathroom. You loosely loop your hands around his neck, trusting that he will never let you fall.

"You will take a nice warm bath, while I make you a very delicious soup," he gently places you on the toilet lid and starts filling up the bath with water, "and then, we will cuddle until my girl feels better. How does that sound?"

"Perfect"," you smile, looking up at him as if he was an angel sent from heaven. And in a way, he was, your personal angel.

"Need me to help you undress?" he asks softly.

"Please," you whisper and he nods, peeling your clothes off one by one until you are bare in front of him. He helps you into the bath and you place a gentle kiss on his palm- your silent thank you.

Twenty minutes later, you are dressed and feeling slightly better. You head into the kitchen to find Chan stirring soup on the stove. You wrap your arms around his waist, leaning your cheek against his back.

"Feeling better, baby?" he questions and you hum in reply. "Here," he turns around handing you a steaming cup, "warm milk with honey and lemon, for your throat."

"Thank you… For the drink and for taking care of me."

"That's what I'm here for," he grins, bopping your nose with his finger. “Now go wait for me in the living room, I'll be there shortly."

True to his words, Chan joins you on the couch a few minutes later. He feeds you the soup carefully, blowing on it so it wouldn't burn your tongue. You feel yourself grow warm, partially because of the hearty stew, but mostly because of his affection for you.

As soon as you finish eating, Chan gently guides your head onto his lap and begins playing with your hair- just how you like it.

"You did well today, my yn," he speaks softly and you giggle, "What did I do well? Breathe?"

"Yes. You exist and that is enough for me to be proud of you."

[kindasleepywriter]

MASTERLIST

I accept requests, but I can't promise I'll write each one, I'm sometimes busy with my doctorate!

A few things to clarify first:

I try my best to be race-inclusive in xReader fics. If something slips by, don't hesitate to comment on it!

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AZRIEL (ACOTAR)

Bird of Prey (Angst, Fluff) - Ongoing

Summary: Azriel meets what he thinks to be a sweet but naïve Peregryn in the autumn court only to see her again centuries later, about to coldly slice a man’s throat on Night court territory. Azriel struggles to reconcile his memory of the girl and what he witnesses, and is determined to find out who she is. Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 / Chapter 10 / Chapter 11 / Chapter 12 /Chapter 13 (TBA)

BoP oneshot - Public Displays of Attention (Fluff)

Summary: Cassian comments on Reader and Az's affectionate gestures during Winter Solstice.

RHYSAND (ACOTAR)

Before you leave me (Angst, no happy ending)

Summary: After centuries spent by your side, Rhysand withdraws from you. (Songfic)

NESTA (ACOTAR)

Loving Comfort (Fluff, smut)

Summary: A fae's cycle is a rare event, but it comes with a long list of discomforts. Luckily for you, your mate is by your side to make things better.

CAL KESTIS (STAR WARS JEDI SERIES)

An Unexpected Visit (Pre-relationship)

Summary: You find a little metal friend in your lonely workshop on Koboh and you have no idea where he came from. The answer to that question brings you more hope than you thought it would.

(Request) The Way to a Droid's Heart (Pre-relationship)

Summary: Cal demonstrates what happens to those who mess with you.

WORKS IN PROGRESS-

Currently writing:

Azriel x Reader - Bird of Prey (ongoing) Elain x reader (Oneshot)

Currently planning:

Cyberpunk / DBH crossover

[foolforharrry]

H. S.

Word Count: 1.5k words

Summary: Fluff and Harry personalizing his new robe

Basically. I miss Harry and Amber. If you haven't read it, they're the characters from my oneshot called Off The Deep End. And I felt like using them for this. I got the idea from the photos of Harry we got where he was wearing the robe with the H.S on.

I am very weak for Harry in a robe.

This isn't carefully written at all but I hope you still like it!

if you wanna read more of my work, I have it all linked on my masterlist.

Any feedback would be greatly appreciated and if you have any requests please feel free to give them to me and I will do my absolute best to do it.

Descending the staircase and rounding the corner that leads into the cluttered living room, I'm met with the sight of Harry sitting hunched down on the floor with his back to me. Humming a song I can't recognise to himself with his head bopping along to it.

He'd already left the house when I woke up today, a note stuck to his pillow informing me that he went out for a run and would be back by lunchtime. That was just before 9 am.

Pulling my phone out, I turn it on. 12:17 pm. Maybe I spent a bit longer laying in bed before I headed to the shower than I thought I did.

The room smells faintly of the mixture of his fruity body wash and expensive shampoo I've gotten so familiar with and it makes me feel at ease the second I register it.

Before stuffing my phone in the pocket of my sweatpants, I snap a quick picture of Harry like this. His brown hair looks damp, curling at the back of his neck. The warm lights from the ceiling reflect the muscles in his bare back and shoulders. Highlighting the way they twitch every time he slightly moves his arms.

Padding across the wooden floor and onto the soft carpet, I stand behind him so close my knees nearly brush against the back of his shoulders.

With a slight smile on my face, I twirl a lock of his hair around my pointer finger, "Hi, baby."

Harry tilts his head back and the grin that instantly replaces the concentrated pout on his face when his eyes meet mine damn near takes my breath away.

"Hi sleepyhead. Gimme a kiss." He takes out his AirPods, leaving them on the floor as he pouts out his lips for a kiss.

My stomach is tight with butterflies as I take a small step backwards, giving myself enough room to sit down on my knees behind him and press my lips against his, giggling when he cups the back of my head to keep it in place and pecks my chin. Then my cheek before he smears a final kiss to my lips, a bright smile on his face when he lets me go. "Just so pretty darling."

"Stop it." Blushing profusely at his compliment, I wrap my arms around him. Hands folded against his stomach as I prop my chin on his shoulder. "Why didn't you shower in our bathroom?" I change the topic before he gets the chance to protest.

Harry places his warm hands on top of mine and I can feel the heat radiating from his skin through the thin material of my t-shirt as he deadpans; "They're all our bathrooms, Ambs."

I bite the inside of my cheek to keep in the laugh that would only encourage him further. However, when he opens his mouth, I wish I hadn't. "Could hear you having a karaoke session when I got home and didn't wanna interrupt your fun."

Hiding my burning cheeks in his neck, I groan. "No, I didn't."

"It was really quite wonderful," Harry tries to assure me through his snickering even though we both know he's full of shit. I only shake my head and press my nose further into his skin. "If I ever get sick, you can just fill in for me on stage."

"That would be a bad idea," I tell him, dragging my head out of his neck. For oxygen, but also so my words would be intelligible. "How come?"

"By the time they left, all your fans would love me more than they love you."

Harry hums as if he's in deep thought, his thumb mindlessly running over my knuckles. "That would be bad for business," he muses.

"What are you doing, anyway?" I ask, at last taking in the mess in front of us.

There's a pair of scissors and the packaging to what looks to be about 10 different coloured threads scattered on the carpet, a set of graphite pencils and a pack of needles. His bag is by the foot of the coffee table. I also recognise the beige robe I got him for his birthday in his lap.

The purple bathrobe he loved so dearly was starting to tear at the seams after years of avid use. He had been sad to part ways with it, but he eventually recognised that it was time to switch it out with a robe that doesn't have a split in the seam that goes all the way from the bottom to his hips.

Taking the shoulders of his new robe between his fingers, his shoulders shifting against my chest when Harry lifts it off his lap to proudly show off his work. "Art, honey. I'm doing art."

I wouldn't be able to keep the admiration out of my mouth if I wanted to when I take in the red tread that's stitched through the beige material of his robe. A tall H with a nearly finished S next to it. The S is slightly longer than the H and the difference in size has my smile growing tenfold as I take in his handy work.

"It's amazing, baby," I praise him, planting a kiss on his shoulder. "Now you have a backup plan for when I steal your career."

Harry laughs, his shoulders shaking with it. "Is that right? Give up singing and become a seamstress?" he questions as he picks up where he left off, pushing the tiny needle with the red thread tied to the back through the fabric.

"Mhm," I hum, detangling myself and getting off my now sore knees despite Harry's whiny protest. "You could start an Etsy shop and sell personalised clothes and stuff. Would be a huge hit, I'm sure."

My body bounces from how I practically throw myself onto the couch before I rearrange myself so I'm laid on my stomach, my head propped on a throw pillow and my arms around it.

"Especially because you would promote it, right?" Harry raises one eyebrow while keeping his eyes trained on the task in his lap. "You know, since you'll have stolen all of my fans. I think you'd owe me at least that."

"If you do all your work like this, you bet your little ass I would," I gesture to where he's sat on the floor of our living room in only his grey sweatpants. The muscles in his torso look delicious as ever with his sun-kissed skin. His soft hair falls messily across his forehead, free of gel and hair clips.

The left corner of his mouth quirks into a crooked smile as he tilts his head at me. "You're only with me for my body aren't you?" he teases without missing a beat.

"That and your pancakes. Sorry to break it to you, babe." I end my sentence with an exasperated sigh.

"I guess it's better to know now." Faking a sniffle, Harry pauses his work to wipe a non-existent tear with a smile threatening to break out on his face. "Before we're married, you know."

"Since when are we getting married?" I ask in a higher pitch than usual. Sitting up straight, my cheeks burn as he acts like he didn't just mention marriage as casually as one would talk about apples. When he pretends like he didn't hear my question, I take the pillow I was just using and chuck it at him, watching the way it bounces from his shoulder and to the side. Out of sight.

"Don't act like you're shocked I'm planning on putting a ring on that pretty finger of yours, Amber," Harry says matter-of-factly as he seals his masterpiece with a knot before chopping off the excess thread with green scissors. "Gonna have to make you one of these with AS."

Getting up on his feet, Harry shrugs the robe on, tying the string around his waist. The HS is on the left side of his chest and I can't lie and say I don't love it.

"Cat got your tongue?" Harry closes the distance between us in two steps, towering over me so I have to crane my neck to see his face. His handsome, smug face.

Swallowing hard, I say comment on the less heavy thing he said, "I want it on my ass, then."

"Whatever you want, my love."

Harry tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, a soft smile on his face when he brushes the pad of his thumb across my cheekbone so softly I almost can't feel it. "You're so pretty," he says in a whisper so quiet I almost can't feel it.

"It looks pretty," I thumb over the embroidered letters, my cheeks burning crimson from the compliment. Only Harry can have me blushing like a schoolgirl over a compliment.

Bashful, Harry thanks me and gently takes my wrist in his hand before he places a soft kiss on each of my knuckles.

His lips linger on my ringer finger for a few seconds longer than the rest.

-

I missed Harry and Amber and just wanted to write fluff but I still hope you liked it.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Fic Masterpost

UPDATED: 30 April 2024 4:51 p.m. PST

(Organized by: Title, Chapters Posted, Chapters Written, And Progress/Completion)

Almost There (3 chapters posted; 3 written; In progress) flashfam

Ango (Dwelling in Peace) (4 chapters posted; 4 written; In progress) arrowfam

An Oyster's Pearl (3 chapters posted; 14 written; In progress)

A Yellow Ribbon (11 chapters posted; 11 written; In progress) flashfam/superfam/yj98

blood on your altar (1 chapter posted; 2 written; In progress) arrowfam/titans/aquafam

Bloody Valentines (9 chapters posted; 9 written; In progress) batfam/titans/titans west/gl corps/flashfam/losh/new gods/shadowpact/superfam

Blue Ribbon Birdie (Oneshot; Completed) batfam

Catch and Release (16 chapters posted; 16 written; In progress) batfam

Daily Planet Classifieds (10 chapters posted; 11 written; In progress) superfam/yj 98/titans

Eyes and Ears (9 chapters posted; 41 written; In progress) batfam

Five Little Ducks (13 chapters posted; 13 written; Complete) batfam

Five Stages of Mamma Mia (11 chapters posted; 13 written; In progress) batfam

Frozen in Time (2 chapters posted; 2 written; In progress) jli/gl corps

Hair Trigger (5 chapters posted; 25 written; In progress)

Heels Over Head (1 chapter posted; 1 written; In progress) flashfam

Human Cannery Co. (1 chapter posted; 2 written; In progress) yj98/superfam/flashfam

If There's Nothing Missing In My Life... (16 chapters posted; 16 written; In progress) superfam

In The Soup (9 chapters posted; 10 written; In progress) batfam/superfam

into the silent land (1 chapter posted; 4 written; In progress) batfam

Kitten Heel (7 chapters posted; 7 written; In progress) arrowfam/titans

Library of Ashes (5 chapter posted; 5 written; In progress) batfam

Lily of the Valley (21 chapters posted; 21 written; In progress) batfam

Lost Boys (2 chapters posted; 16 written; In progress) batfam/superfam/titans

Oracle of Jersey (1 chapter posted; 2 written; In progress) bop/batfam

Phantom Grin (6 chapters posted; 18 written; In progress) batfam

silence of your song (2 chapters posted; 2 written; In progress) flashfam

Space Oddity (8 chapters posted; 8 written; In progress) titans (fab five)/aquafam

Tangerines (1 chapter posted; 1 written; In progress) batfam/yj98

The Brother Trap (16 chapters posted; 16 written; In progress) flashfam

The Flames That Burn The Brightest (1 chapter; 2 written; In progress) titans/arrowfam

The Juice Box Jubilee (3 chapter posted; 3 written; In progress) batfam/yj98/titans

The Spin Out (5 chapters posted; 5 written; In progress) batfam

Titans Academy (8 chapters posted; 8 written; In progress) titans/arrowfam

To Touch Fate (19 chapters posted; 23 written; In progress) batfam/batman beyond

Traveler's Guide to Yesterday (1 chapter posted; 1 written; In progress) flashfam (rogue's gallery)

Wild Eyes (3 chapter posted; 3 written; In progress) batfam/batfam (rogue's gallery)

Views From the Mountain (1 chapter posted; 1 written; In progress) flashfam/titans (fab five)

You're Just Like Quicksand (8 chapters posted; 8 written; In progress) batfam/batman beyond

[wwwbestgoredotcom]

Plsss I needed moooore more doodle smutt i LOVVVED the other one 💕🫶🫶

New ideas

Warnings : smut, sex position "Nelson", nervousness, cussing, unprotected sex, overstimulation, squirting, afab anatomy, roughness

Genre : romance, smut

Characters included : Moe doodle(bop), afab\gn reader

Writing style : oneshot

A\n : I was angry so I did this hella late and anger turns into horny sooooo

He loved being intimate with you, he truly did. But he felt like he needed to spice things up sometimes ; bring new stuff to the bedroom. But he didn't want to scare you off or do something that might be out of your comfort zone. So he didn't try anything new.

But you felt the same way. Moe was more timid and "fragile" so your fears where way stronger. It wasn't like he was fragile, actually, he's sensitive ; gets overstimulated easily. But one night when you two were getting intimate, it all came out. Both of you told each other you wanted to try some things new that you found.

Moe was so much more relieved that you feel the same way compared to you. You let him go first to "show you what he'd learned".

"I just found some new positions and stuff," he dragged out. "Show me then," you said, massaging his unclothed thigh. You two we're already out of your clothes. He responded by just kissing you, roughly. "Get on me, back to me," he seemingly ordered, although he tried to make it less orderly like (which failed) but you didn't mind. You sat yourself at his lower stomach,your back to him, to where your cunt barley touched his already hard dick.

"There ya go," he said encouragingly. He sits up a bit, snaking his arms under your thighs. "Relax your legs for me, keep your hands on my chest and lean back," he said in a reassuring tone. He asked you if you were ready, like he always does, and pushed his dick into you once you confirmed you were. He brought his hands, which were still under your inner knees, to where they were resting on the back of your neck.

Your legs were resting against your boobs, Moe moved around a bit so you were both comfortable. Once you told him he could move, he started off fast, which you usually doesn't do. The new postion made it so his dick couldn't more of your sweet spots, which has you seeing stars. Because of the new position you weren't able to cover your mouth, so you let everything out. Thankfully you two were alone in the house.

Moe seemed to be enjoying it too. He bit down on your shoulder, and his legs shook more than usual. Both of you were sweating more than usual. "Shit! Fuck, baby! More, more, more, more," you practically screamed at him. He fixed his legs and started going faster and harder, causing your moans to be louder and louder.

Sooner or later you felt your orgasm coming, which you did warn him about. "I'm gonna-" you cut yourself off with the knot in your stomach finally bursting while your legs are still forced to be held open. But he didn't stop, not for a second. He did go slower for a couple seconds before going back to his usual speed.

Tears starting brimming in your eyes and your legs start to shake. Your voice cracked in the middle of moans multiple times. Moe brought a hand down to your clit, rubbing it at a speed to match his thrusting. Now instead of trying to close your legs, you opened them more, inviting him in. Drool escaped your mouth and down your chin as his thrusts and fingers got faster.

"Fuck Baby!" You screamed at you felt your second orgasm coming through. "Come wITh me- dear," he said, his voice cracking. His thrusts got sloppier but his fingers kept their pace. You came around him first, he slowly followed after. It was only when you looked down when you noticed the mess you made. "Damn that was hot" Moe said, breaking your thoughts. He hugged you, taking a not of how limp your body felt. "You're tired already?? That was only the first thing I figured out. And you better get ready because I learned how to last longer too, sweetcheeks," he flipped you around and kissed you and you, too overwhelmed to cringe at the pet name, kissed him back.

Needless to say, you two didn't sleep much that night.

Ohmeohmy

[poetryandfluffycats]

Girls Night

A/N: yay lesbians. i really cant tell if this is good or not

Pairing: Arashi Narukami x fem! reader

Warnings: suggestive at points, sexual tension

Content: Arashi is trying to help her girlfriend get ready for a girls night with Pretty 5, but it seems like they both have something different on their minds.

Words: 656

Oneshot after cut!

"Please, just stay still!"

"No! You're gonna poke my damn eye out!"

"No I won't! Stop being so dramatic"

I wasn't too sure how I ended up in this situation. Sitting on the floor, makeup products scattered all around me as Arashi desperately tried to "make me more beautiful" as she put it. She had already convinced me to put some foundation on-which I could tolerated to an extent-but the eyeliner stick she held in her hand now was leading me to question why I let her do this.

"Please (name)! I promise I'll be gentle" She whined, a large pout on her face as she slowing inched closer and closer to me with the eyeliner, "you need to look good for girls night!"

I turned my head and shuffled away from the blond idol, hiding my head in my hands, "I do not need a full face of makeup for girls night, and you look good enough for the both of us. If you come any closer to me with that thing I swear-Ah!"

Before I could finish my sentence, I was tackled by a pair of strong arms. My head hit the floor and my whole head went foggy for a second. As my vision slowly came back, I was greeted by the sight of Arashi straddling my hips and pinning my arms above my head, a smirk playing at her lips.

"Got you~" She giggled, bringing the eyeliner down closer to my eye.

"H-hey! Naru-chan! Let me go!" I kicked and thrashed to no avail, Arashi had me well and truly trapped.

"Oh please, its not the first time we've been in this position" She giggled again, her breath hot against my face.

My face went hot at the implications of her words and I turned my head away, opting to stay silent rather than even try arguing with her.

"Thats what I thought. Now stay still"

She quickly got to work, brushing the pencil gently across my lash line, occasionally pausing to admire her handy work. Her tounge was hanging out of her mouth slightly and her eyes were hyper-focused on my features. I felt like a woman possessed as I watched her work, her movements were so delicate and soft and the look on her face was so... intense.

It was all causing a familiar warmth to grow in my lower belly.

"All done" Arashis voice snapped me out of my trance, my eyes darting to meet hers. She smirked down at me, a mischievous glint in her eye, "What are you looking at me like that for, (name)?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat and shook my head, unable to find my words under Arashis gaze. Her blue eyes that were usually so bright were filled with a darkness I only ever saw when we were alone.

"Oh? Nothing to say? Hm, that's okay. I suppose it's about time for us to go anyway. The rest of Pretty 5 will be waiting for us" She finally released my arms from her grip and stood up, leaving me dumbfounded and flustered on the ground.

She held her hand out to me and I gratefully accepted it, allowing her to pull me to my feet and steady me. Humming, she brushed a strand of hair behind my ear and gave me a soft kiss on the forehead.

"You're so beautiful, (name)" Her voice was soft and sweet and my cheeks dusted pink at her words.

"T-thank you... so are you" I nuzzled into her shoulder.

She giggled and pulled away from me, playfully bopping me on the nose, "I know it. Come on, let's go"

With that, she skipped away towards the door. I obediently followed behind her, still reeling from the previous events and the lingering feeling in my lower half.

I couldn't wait for what Arashi had in store for me tonight.

[inadaydream99]

Even When You Were Invisible

Based on the movie The Princess Diaries (2001)

NCT Dream Jisung x fem reader, fluff

A/N - so I recently rewatched The Princess Diaries and just had to write this into a oneshot. This focuses more onto the budding romance side-plot of the film, so I’ve taken some liberties and adapted the narrative a bit. This is also unedited for now - please excuse any spelling/grammar mistakes!

Disclaimer: I have used a direct quote from the film which is in italics. I am not trying to replicate the film, just use the plot as inspiration. I do not take any credit for this plot. This does not represent any of the members in real life and is for entertainment purposes only. Jaemin’s character does not reflect him and is purely to fulfil the shallow character he plays. Mild use of language (like 5 swears, maybe??)

“How’s my baby?” You gleam at Jisung, catching him off guard from where he’d been so focused on tinkering around with the car engine in front of him. He bolts upright beside you, quickly grabbing hold of the car bonnet and slamming it down before reaching into his pocket to pull out the rag he uses to wipe off the engine oil from his hands.

“All good.” His voice comes out strained, watching as your smile somehow grows wider. He observes the way your hand smooths over the shiny baby blue metal of the car, gazing into the way it reflects your loving expression.

“Well, she looks amazing.” Your eyes flicker up to meet his, watching the way his Adam’s apple bops. “Thank you, Sungie.”

“Oh, it was really no problem…” he gushes, playing down all the turmoil your precious car has given him over the last few weeks. Not that Jisung ever plans on telling you about all the extra hours he’s spent fixing up your car for you. He doesn’t mind at all. He spends most of his free time at the garage anyway because his band is also allowed to practice there in return for Jisung helping out repair some cars.

It’d be a dead giveaway to all of the feelings he has towards you and he also knows you’d insist on paying him extra for his time if you knew when you’ve already put every penny of your savings into repairing the car you’d worked so hard to get.

Besides, with the way you look at him now, radiating so much adoration, Jisung feels it’s more than enough compensation for his hard work.

“You’re the best!” You reach out to ruffle his hair the second he ducks his head shyly from your compliment. Whispered giggles tumbling from his lips as his cheeks burn. “Can I pick her up tomorrow after school?” You shine those big doe-like eyes at him.

“No problem.” Jisung nods, smiling warmly. And he watches you skip out of the garage with so much excitement, shouting a “see you at school!” over your shoulder. Just as you have left his line of sight, Jisung is called over by his band mates for practice. And while they spend the rest of the evening playing their songs, Jisung continues to replay your interaction over in his mind. Damn, he’s down bad for you.

You reach home quicker than usual, thanks to the spring in your step from Jisung’s amazing work with your baby. You’re so unbelievably excited to finally be able to drive your dream car. You’ve wanted a baby blue mustang since you can remember, so you’d scraped all of your savings from your part time job together to buy the old beaten up car and payed the garage where Jisung works to make your car dreams come true.

“That you honey?” You hear your mom call as you walk further into your house. She sends you a smile over her shoulder when your bag clatters onto the kitchen table. Picking up an apple from the fruit bowl as you watch her refocus on the painting before her.

“Did you get another commission?” You speak through half-chewed apple.

“Uh-huh.” You mom hums, placing down her brush carefully onto the tray beside her easel before turning to you. “Who knew posting my art online would rake in so much work?”

“I did.” You tease, taking another bite of your apple.

Your mom shakes her head at you while rinsing her hands in the sink. All the while, you push yourself away from the counter, grabbing your bag to begin heading to your room.

“(Y/N), wait!” Your mom calls just as you reach the stairs. “Your grandmother called today. The live one.” Your mom adds upon seeing your shock.

“The one I’ve never met?” You tilt your head in confusion, bushy eyebrows furrowing. “What would she suddenly want?”

“She said she wants to have tea with you after school tomorrow.” Your mom explains. “Something about important news she needs to share with you.”

“Oh, I was supposed to pick up my car tomorrow… but I guess I’ll have to rain check.”

That was two weeks ago now and little did you know at the time how much your life was about to change.

The following afternoon, when you’d arrived at your estranged grandmothers house - or should you say mansion - you’d had your world flipped upside down.

“A-a Princess-” your mouth hangs agape, unable to comprehend the situation at hand. Your eyes dart around the room, looking from your grandmother to her staff, then the security, before finally landing back on your grandmothers perfectly calm expression. She’s not joking. “No no no nonononono." You shake your head.

“You’ve got the wrong person. I’m the furthest thing from a princess. Look at me!”

-

As it turns out, they did not have the wrong person. Your father, who you’d never met, had been heir to the throne of the small European country you’d never heard of and after his death, that left you - his only child - next in line.

You’d come to an agreement with your grandmother that, before anyone made any rash decisions, you’d give it some time to try out the role of Princess. And so commenced the ‘Princess training’ every day after school with your grandmother. You’d learn how to walk, talk, sit, stand and live like a true Princess within the agreed trial month between this life altering news and the annual independence ball.

Sworn to secrecy, you’d not told a soul about your new informed identity. So, while your private life has somehow changed in every single way, your school life has not budged an inch. From the hours of 8-3 you’re the same invisible girl, with your two bestest friends since kindergarten, Jisung and Chenle.

“Woah, he’s so dreamy.” You gush, resting your chin in your palm as you watch Jaemin walk past your lunch table. Jisung simply rolls his eyes at the way you simp over the most popular guy in school, like always. He doesn’t get the hype around Jaemin. So what if he’s the captain of the football team, extremely lean and always seems to have perfectly shiny hair? Anyone could have all of those things. Jisung could have all of those things…

Despite the fact that he’s almost flunking gym class because of his terrible hand-eye co-ordination in football.

Jisung feels his only consolation is that Jaemin is dating Nina, the head cheerleader.

“Anyway…” Chenle speaks a little louder, “as I was saying before (Y/N) let her hormones take away from the crisis at hand. How am I going to get another guest for my show on Saturday?”

Ah yeah, you were trying to console Chenle on his last minute drama. His school curricula radio show, Talking with Chenle, had finally been getting more than three listeners a week. And ever since his audience has started to slowly grow, he’s been putting more and more pressure on himself to promote the topics he cares about with guests.

“Dude, chill. You still have four days to find a replacement.” Jisung grumbles from beside you. He looks a little like he’s sulking, although you have no idea what could have possibly made him so annoyed within the last thirty minutes that you’ve been sat at your lunch table.

“So much help you are.” Chenle fires at the grumpy Jisung on your left as he stands from the table, slings his bag over his shoulder and storms off.

You turn your attention to said grump, frowning.

“That wasn’t nice Sungs.” You watch as regret consumes his face, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder as he mumbles a muted apology.

“So, are you collecting your car from the garage tonight?” Jisung finally builds up enough courage to ask you. He’s been battling in his mind for the last few days on how to bring this up, so he’s a little nervous, but tries his best to suppress the shyness that wants to win over.

“Oh I can’t.” You guiltily grimace. You feel terrible putting him off again, especially when you were meant to pick up your baby weeks ago. But, since you’ve been having your ‘Princess lessons’ everyday, you’ve had no time. “I’m seeing my Grandmother.”

“Again?” Jisung regrets how quickly the word slips out of his mouth. But you don’t seem offended, nodding yes in response.

“How about Saturday?” You quizzically raise a brow, biting down onto the corner of your bottom lip in anticipation.

“Saturday works…” You let out a breath in relief upon Jisung’s agreement. “…and maybe you can stay for a bit, hang out?” Jisung suggests.

“…it’s just my band are practicing that afternoon in front of a few people and it’d be great to have a bit more of an audience…” Jisung trails off, cutting off his word vomit just in time to notice the way your smile reaches your eyes.

“Sounds perfect.” You beam, just as the bell rings for class.

-

You were beyond nervous. Petrified, if you’re completely honest. Yesterday evenings ‘Princess lesions’ with your grandmother had turned out to be a head-to-toe makeover and you’d come out the other end of the evening looking like someone entirely different. Some may even say, like a Princess. Gone were your glasses, bushy eyebrows, your hair had been cut and the frizz tamed. To you, you look almost unrecognisable. To Chenle, you look amazing. But to Jisung, you look like the very thing you’d always swore you’d never want to be - a popular - and it scared him.

While you liked your new look, you felt like a bit of a sellout for complying with the makeover to look more ‘regal’ - as your grandmother had described it. So you’d walked into your first class of the day wearing a grey bucket hat, so as to cover as much of your new look as possible.

Jisung had to do a double take when you entered the classroom and took your usual seat beside him. He’d always thought you were beautiful before, but wow, you’d somehow managed to ascend to another level quite literally overnight. From under the hat, he could see your bright eyes and long lashes. The neat shaping of your eyebrows and the plumpness of your lips, accentuated by the baby pink lip gloss you’d applied. Although, he’s unsure of why you’re wearing a hat on such a warm summers day, especially when you’re inside.

“Okay class, simmer down.” Your teacher, Mr Sums enters from the back of the room, hushing all of the excited chatter in the room as he places down his bag on the front desk and begins to set up for the class. “Yes, Nina?” He acknowledges without so much as glancing in her direction.

Nina sat in the seat behind you, perfectly poised and ready to strike. She’s the head girl in your grade for a reason, with her off-scale intelligence, popularity and cunning attitude. She will take down anyone who gets in her way. Which, right now, is your hat covered head that’s in her line of vision to the front of the class.

“Mr Sums. Isn’t there a rule about no hats allowed?” You can feel her smirk on the back of your neck, letting out a concealed huff as you try to prepare yourself for what you know is going to happen next.

“You’re right Nina.” Mr Sums sighs, “(Y/N), please could you remove your improper dress coded attire?” He glances at you and your mortified expression, watching as you gulp down your nerves while simultaneously reaching up to reluctantly slip your hat off.

Out tumbles your perfectly smooth hair as it cascades down past your shoulders. Jisung’s eyes almost pop out of his head from beside you. Not that you notice, too busy being consumed by the gasps from your classmates.

“Oh wow.” You hear Nina laugh, “Look who’s trying to fit in now?”

Her sickly-sweet tone only makes your cheeks burn deeper and you try to sink into your chair.

“Well, I think (Y/N) looks stunning, actually.” Your head whips towards Jisung, grateful for him sticking up for you. You send him a thankful smile as class begins and everyone’s attention is turned away from you. For now.

-

“So what’s the deal with your sudden change of appearance?” Chenle questions as he shovels his salad into his mouth. His words come out slightly muffled between the half-chewed lettuce and Jisung just rolls his eyes.

“Nothing.” You try to shut down the topic, bowing your head into your own lunch.

“It’s clearly not nothing.” Chenle deadpans, before narrowing his eyes at you. “You’re hiding something.”

“Am not.” You grumble into your sandwich.

“So you’ll be coming to my baseball game after school then, like we agreed weeks ago?”

Shit. You’d completely forgotten about Chenle’s baseball game and you know for certain you can’t get out of seeing your grandmother.

“I can’t.”

“See!” Chenle drops his fork into his salad, folding his arms as he turns to Jisung for support. “What? Are you just bored with us now? Don’t want to be friends anymore?”

“No, that’s not even close!” You cry in distress.

“Then tell us what’s so important that you keep dropping us (Y/N).”

You bite down on your jittering bottom lip, your worried eyes casting from Chenle’s unimpressed expression to Jisung’s concerned one.

“I’m not allowed to tell…”

Upon this half-confession, Chenle drops his attitude and leans across the table to speak quieter.

“Are you in trouble? Being blackmailed again? Do we need to beat someone up?”

“No!” You shut down his conspiracies, hands flying up in surrender.

You know you shouldn’t tell anyone. But you also know that if you don’t spill it all to them now, you’ll risk loosing the only people keeping you sane. Heaving a deep sigh, you know what you have to do.

“Okay. You have to promise me you’ll keep this strictly between us.” You point between your two intrigued friends, encouraging them to lean into the table so you can whisper. “I’m serious. The repercussions if this gets out-”

“Just tell us.” Chenle rolls his eyes.

To other students, it simply looks like your gossiping like any other group of high schoolers. But if they were to look closely enough, they’d notice the way both Chenle and Jisung’s eyes blow wide and how the colour seems to drain from Jisung’s face faster than lightening.

“You’re a what-” you cover Chenle’s mouth before he has a chance to shout anything further, covering it with a “Shhhhh.”

“Promise this stays between us.” You stick your pinky finger out for them to link, watching as both of your friends entangle theirs around yours.

“Damn. Wish I could be a…” Chenle begins to mutter.

“Dude!”

-

Walking into school the next morning feels a little more unnerving than usual. You’re barely through the threshold of the gates when someone spots you and shouts “that’s her!”.

Everything’s a blur from that moment. With a frenzy of people shouting “Princess!”, a crowd of students swarm you in seconds, phones and cameras are flying in front of your face as they all take pictures and videos. You feel nauseous from being elbowed and shoved in the midst of the unfolding chaos. However, just when you think your about to spew your guts from the motion sickness, you feel a pair of hands find your waist and clutch onto you, wrapping you into the taller frame of your saviour and using their body as a shield until you’re safely out of the crowd.

“Follow me.” Your saviour moves you away from their hold, clutching onto your hand and forcing you to run as you’re dragged along behind them to a place of refuge. You’re pulled into the main building and twisted through the narrow corridors until there’s no one on your tail.

It’s not until you’re hidden inside a janitors closet that you’re able to look at the person before you and realise it’s Jisung.

“How do they know!” You rush back into his chest, wrapping your arms tightly around his torso and burying your face. Jisung is winded a little from the impact, tumbling a few steps back with you before he regains his balance.

“It’s ok. Everything’s going to be ok.” He whispers into the top of your head, fluttering his eyes shut as he inhales the floral scent of your freshly washed hair.

Of course, Jisung has no idea how your secret had gotten out, or what to do next. All he knows right now is how perfectly you fit in his arms and how much he wants to protect you.

“I want you to know, it wasn’t me.” You pull away from Jisung, peering into his worried eyes. You’d never once doubted it would have come from him and there’s nothing more in the world you want right now than to let him know that. Cupping his cheek, you brush your thumb over his soft skin.

“I’d never even consider that being a possibility.” You soothe.

Jisung drinks in every drop of affection you give him as though he’d been traversing the desert for days on end without water. Knowing you never could have accused him rehydrates him and makes his heart feel like it could burst.

“It wasn’t Chenle either. I was with him all evening after his baseball game.”

“I don’t doubt him either.” You reassure. “This feels bigger than just some school gossip.”

-

After cooling down in the janitors closet for a while, you’d managed to sneak out and into your first few classes of the day without too many people bombarding you. Your principle had made an announcement to not cause another commotion and all staff were on patrol during lesson changeovers and breaks.

“Wait, (Y/N)!” You turn to find Chenle forcing his way to the front of the cohort of students following you, instantly linking his arm with yours as you continue to uncomfortably make your way to class surrounded by your new admirers. “You’re an overnight sensation!” He beams, loving the attention on you both.

“Tell me about it…” you mumble, juxtaposing Chenle in every way. Unlike your friend, you’re not made for the limelight. You don’t like all the attention on you. Not now, not ever.

This was one of your biggest fears about people finding out you’re a Princess.

“So, you’ll be my special celebrity guest on Talking with Chenle this Saturday, won’t you?”

Your mouth gapes, finally making eye contact with him and ready to outright refuse. Until, you see how hopeful he looks.

Damn it. There’s no way you can turn him down.

“Sure…” you sigh, unable to hide the small smile that forces its way onto your face when he jumps in excitement.

“You’re awesome!”

-

“(Y/N)!”

You’re just closing your locker when you hear your name, your heart picking up pace from the unmistakeable voice of your caller.

Spinning around, you find none other than Jaemin, smiling at you with his signature smile and staring at you with those heart melting eyes.

“How are you holding up? Been a bit of a crazy day…” He leans one arm on the locker beside you, standing so close you can smell his earthy cologne.

“Just a bit.” You giggle sweetly.

It’s amazing how Jaemin can have such an affect on you. One word and your mind has gone to putty and you’ve forgotten how to act like a normal person.

“Well, I just wanted to apologise for Nina this morning…”

“Huh?” You furrow your brows, feeling yourself come back down to earth.

“She was the one who shouted when you entered the gates and made everyone swarm you?” Jaemin’s tone comes out unsure, not realising that you weren’t aware when you let out a light “oh.”

“I just wanted to let you know that I do not condone that at all. In fact, I broke up with her because of it.”

“You did?” You gush, surprise written all over your face.

…and you’re off in space again.

“Yeah, it was totally not cool.” Jaemin nods. “Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the end of school beach party with me this Saturday?”

Oh my gosh! Na Jaemin just asked you out!

“Yes!” You blurt. “I-uh I mean, yeah” you swallow, “sounds cool.”

“Cool.” His smile reaches his eyes. “I’ll see you Saturday.”

You watch dreamily as Jaemin walks away to join his group of friends at their lunch table. You’re only pulled back into reality when you spot Jisung perched on the edge of the fountain across the courtyard.

“Guess who just asked me to go with him to the beach party this Saturday!” You park yourself next to Jisung on the ledge of the fountain. “Jaemin!” You squeal your answer when Jisung simply raises an inquisitive brow at you.

“But, what about seeing my band practice?” Jisung tries to not sound depleted.

“Well, I was hoping we could reschedule? I just, I’ve been wanting to go out with Jaemin since forever and you’ll have other band practices, right?”

“Oh, yeah, right.” Jisung forces a smile, feeling himself deflate the second you’ve squeezed him in a tight hug before skipping off to get some lunch.

His attention flickers over to the table where Jaemin sits. How could Jisung ever compare? He’d always felt you were unattainable to him because of how he was too shy to express his feelings. And that was before your new look and title. But now? He has no shot.

You’re a Princess for goodness sake. You belong with the most popular guy in school. Not a shy keyboard player in a band that sings in the local garage like him…

-

“Oh, thank goodness you’re here!” Your grandmother rushes to you as you arrive for your ‘Princess lesson’ of the day. She takes you by your shoulders and peers at you intently.

“Now,” she exhales a deep breath. “We’ve got the press under control with the looming promise of the annual independence ball, so long as they keep a little distance for now.”

You nod in understanding.

You were honestly a little nervous about seeing your grandmother this evening. You’d been worrying about her reaction to this all getting out, even though she is calm and has dealt with an unimaginable amount of trials and tribulations during her many years of reign. She is also strong willed and has made it clear to you that - even though you have yet to make the choice to accept your title and duty - the expectation of this trial period would be as though this is your future.

“And we’ve found that the leak was from the stylist we’d hired.”

There’s more relief in knowing your Grandmother knows it hadn’t come from you than there is from the culprit being found out.

“And we’ve got him doing a formal apology to the press this evening.”

-

Saturday rolls around quickly and before you know it, you’re on your way to the beach party for your date with Jaemin. Everyone who’s anyone is there; dancing, sunbathing or cooling off in the ocean as the sun begins to set.

You feel a little awkward as you walk down the beach to join the other party-goers. It seems like it’s well underway already and you’re not typically one to mix with the crowd in attendance.

“Welcome to paradise.” You almost jump out of your skin upon hearing Jaemin’s voice from your side. You had been so engrossed in your awe of the scene in front of you, you didn’t notice he’d walked over. “I got you a drink.”

You accept the plastic cup, your fingers brushing accidentally with his. Chuckling a flustered thanks before taking a sip, you try not to be affected by his amused grin. He thinks you’re so adorable. How had you been kept so hidden before?

“C’mon.” You feel Jaemin’s hand slip into yours, gently tugging you along with him to head further into the crowd…

“Hello, welcome to Talking with Chenle.” Chenle professionally introduces when his fellow producer Mark signals they are live. “On todays show, we have a special interview with the newfound Princess and close friend of mine, (Y/N).” Mark hits the applause button.

“But, before our main guest’s appearance, we have a short segment on the upcoming senior class projects, presented by our very own Mark.”

Mark jumps in with his pre-written script, listing out the upcoming events for the semester. Meanwhile, Chenle checks his phone to see if you’ve tried to contact him about your whereabouts. Nothing. You should have been here 30 minutes ago…

Back at the beach party, you’re having the time of your life dancing with Jaemin. Uncontrollable laughter tumbling from your lips as he takes your hand and spins you around.

“Who knew you were such a good dancer?” You teasingly glance up at Jaemin as he leads you out of the crowd of dancers and to the side for some much needed air, your hand still firmly in his.

“Well, who knew you would make such a great dance partner.” He praises back, succeeding in making you flustered.

You cast a shy glance up at him through your lashes, still unable to believe that this is reality. You really are here with Jaemin, hand in hand in front of everyone. You feel like you should pinch yourself, just to double check your not dreaming all of this.

That is, until reality comes crashing down in a burning rage. What you’d simply brushed off as a plane flying above you, turned out to be a helicopter filled with paparazzi. It lowers, the wind from the propeller cutting off the party and almost knocking everyone off their feet as multiple cameras flash at you, trying their best to get a good snapshot.

You panic, a million questions buzzing around your mind. What should you do? How do you get away? But most of all, how did they know you’d be here?

“Quick, follow me!” Jaemin pulls you, both of you running towards the lifeguard shack at the back of the beach.

Once inside, Jaemin bolts the door shut and silence and darkness settle around you.

“I’m so sorry.” You plant your face into your hands as you fall into the chair behind you. Being chased by paparazzi - all shouting Princess at you - was not a part of your imagined date with Jaemin. And it’s mortifying to know that’s the reality.

“Hey.” You hear him whisper, his larger hands coercing yours away from your face. In the time you’ve been wallowing, Jaemin had made his way over to you and knelt down to your level so the first thing you see are his eyes and the way they catch the moonlight that filters in through the crack in the curtain covered window. “It’s not your fault.”

His sincerity mesmerises you and washes away your humiliation. How does he do it? How does he seem to know the exact right thing to say?

Meanwhile, Chenle’s radio show is crashing and burning live on air. The last forty-five minutes have been filled with Marks terrible jokes and ramblings and it’s all because of you.

“Alright, I’m off.” Chenle sounds defeated, taking off his headphones and making a stand from his chair the second the ‘live’ light goes dim.

Mark doesn’t respond, nodding his understanding as he watches his friend walk away. He knows it’s not his fault. Heck, Mark did everything he could to act on the spot and make the best out of the shit situation. Chenle is grateful for Marks loyalty and perseverance.

But damn, he still wishes you’d showed… they both do.

“Ok, I think they’ve given up.” Jaemin asserts, peaking through the curtain to find a dark and empty seeming beach. The relief that fills you has you following Jaemin out of the lifeguard shack without thought.

“Thank you for sticking by me, it means a lot.” You timidly smile at Jaemin, allowing him to take your hand in his as you begin to walk up the beach.

Before you have time to register, a bright flash snaps in front of you, the momentary blindness giving time for multiple lurking paparazzi to spring out from their hiding places and surround you both.

“Princess! Who’s your date?”

“Is this your boyfriend?”

“Princess, give him a kiss!”

The crowd shout as you panic, looking around to try and find an escape route.

You spot a slither in the sea of bodies and pull on Jaemin’s hand, but he doesn’t budge. Instead, he complies to the crazy demands of the privacy invading press and scoops your body into his. His lean arms make your desperation to get away worthless and before you know it, he’s cupped your cheek and forced you to look at him.

With one final deer-in-the-headlights look at him, Jaemin crashes his lips to yours.

It takes you a few seconds to register what he’s doing, before you muster up the strength to shove him away and force yourself out of the circle.

You can’t believe he just did that.

-

“It’s really not that bad.” Jisung tries to console you.

You’re flopped over the table, head in your arms as you try to block out every piece of reality. After Saturday’s kiss fiasco, the picture had been posted everywhere. There was no escaping the horrifying image of your first kiss with Jaemin. No less because you’d always dreamt your first kiss with Jaemin would be magical, like something out of a fairytale. And while you may be a Princess, this feels nothing close to those magical Disney princess movies you adored so much growing up.

For starters, where is your fairy godmother? You could really use one of those right about now…

He can’t lie, Jisung’s a little heartbroken seeing the picture of you kissing someone else posted everywhere. He’s upset for you, knowing how much you hate the situation. But, selfishly, he’s more gutted for himself. That should be him in Jaemin’s place. In fact, if he’d been lucky enough to kiss you, the image wouldn’t have existed because he never would have done it in front of the cameras. Knowing that Jaemin used you to get his 15 minutes of fame angers him too. The first time he saw the picture online, his fists had clenched so tightly from the rage that bubbled up in his stomach his nails had left little crescent moons in his palms. And yet, he can’t bring himself to not look at the grainy image.

“Not that bad?” You retort. “Any hope I had of being Princess has gone down the drain.” You begin to sob.

“What’s my grandmother going to say?”

Jisung doesn’t realise how stern his face had been until he finally looks away from the picture to find your eyes peaking out from their hiding spot. His gaze softens in a heartbeat, his hand reaching out to instinctively rub your back.

From your peripheral, you recognise the group passing by and tear your gaze away from Jisung’s to find Jaemin and his friends snickering as they walk past.

“Hey (Y/N), great kiss.” Jaemin puckers his lips mockingly.

You’re not sure what hurts you more, having reality shred the mask to uncover his true, obnoxious personality to you or knowing how many years you spent pining over someone so shallow.

“Ugh.” You bury your face back into the safety of your arms, blocking out all daylight and - you hope - reality.

-

After a lot of pep-talk from Jisung, he finally managed to coax you into going to your next class. But it’s not until final period, when see Chenle enter the classroom, that you realise you hadn’t seen or heard from him since last week. You send him a smile when he makes eye contact, feeling confused when he frowns back before taking a seat on the opposite end of the room.

You find yourself casting glances in his direction throughout the class, hoping to catch him looking over at you at least once. But nothing. Not even a peep is sent your way.

“Chenle,” you chase after him. Barely five seconds after your teacher had dismissed class, Chenle had been out of the door and down the corridor. You’d had to sprint through the throngs of students just to get to him before he got out of the building. “Why’d you not sit with me?”

But your question is met with the biggest eye roll you’ve ever seen as Chenle continues to make his way out of the school grounds.

“Did I do something?” You press.

“Did you do something?” Chenle fires back at you, narrowing his eyes vehemently. “Try what you didn’t do!”

You’re dumbstruck.

“I have no ide-”

“My radio show Saturday?” Chenle sasses. Thank goodness you’re down the street by the time Chenle finally stops walking and begins exploding on you. “I had to listen to Marks lame jokes for an hour.”

“Oh my god! I’m so unbelievably sorry.” Your eyes go wide, mortified at how you’d completely forgotten about being Chenle’s guest. “I’ll make it up to you next time, I swear!”

“There won’t be a next time.” Chenle scoffs, turning away once again. “Oh,” he stops himself to mention one last thing. “and, just so you know, just because you a Princess now, doesn’t mean the only thing that matters is you.”

-

“Hey Sungs.” You mournfully approach where Jisung finishes polishing your car. The garage is oddly quiet, no music or clatter sounding in the usually busy space. No. Instead, it seems like it’s just you and Jisung here. “Thank you for taking such good care of my baby.”

“No problem.” Jisung sends you a half-smile as he hands over the keys. “She’s all yours.”

“You don’t know how much this means to me.” You warmly smile, but feel your mood drop when he doesn’t reciprocate like he usually does. There’s a silence that fills the space between you. You’ve never felt so awkward with Jisung before.

“Well… I better get going…” you try not to sound too deflated, jangling your keys in the air as you go to open your car door.

You watch as Jisung takes a step back from the car, his hands stuffed awkwardly in his pockets as he wordlessly watches you.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” You timidly look at Jisung, stopping yourself from clutching the car door handle in front of you. “You don’t think I think the only thing that matters is me, right?”

There’s a timidity to your tone that makes Jisung gulp. He knows all about the argument because Chenle had ranted down the phone to him for a hour after school and he can tell Chenle’s words have gotten to you. At the same time, however, he feels a little dumbfounded that you seem to only realise this now, after you’d had someone shout it in your face. It’s even more ironic you only ask Jisung of his thoughts when you are just about to take the finished car home. The very one that you’ve been stringing him along with for weeks. He knows he has to be honest with you.

“There were times when I would say I agree, yes.” Jisung nods. “I mean, you dropped me for Jaemin in a heartbeat and he’d never once given you the time of day before your Princess glow-up.”

“Right. I really should go…” you voice comes out hoarse. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Jisung feels terrible as you spare no more time getting into your car and starting the engine. It revs to life and roars as you drive away, leaving him alone once again. But the it sinks in how much you’d made him feel used. You’d chosen to walk away from the truth when you’d asked him for it. And Jisung can’t help but feel disappointed.

-

Walking through the halls the next day you feel so insecure. Groups of students stop their conversation to stare at you as you pass, their expressions unreadable, leaving you unable to tell if they are judging you or just fascinated.

Reaching your locker in the courtyard, your eyes light up in hope upon seeing Chenle a few doors down at his locker. You watch him until he notices you, forcing a meek smile his direction when he does. But instead of him smiling back and making his way over to you, he frowns and slams his locker shut before walking the opposite direction.

You self-consciously peer around, hoping no one had witnessed that rejection and your eyes light up when you spot Jisung.

“Jisung!” You call as he walks past. But he doesn’t even acknowledge you. Instead, he picks up his pace and your eyes follow him as he catches up with Chenle. You turn back to focus on getting the right books out of your locker, trying to hold back the tears that threaten to spill.

How had you managed to mess up so bad that your friends won’t even acknowledge you…

With tears still in your eyes, you enter your next class with your head hanging low. You can’t bear to look up and see your two friends, knowing they won’t speak to you. Instead, you rush to the back of the room and take the seat furthest in the corner.

But when you do eventually look up towards the front of the classroom, you catch Jisung glancing your way. He turns back to face the front a split second after. But there’s as hope that flows through you from catching the longing in his expression.

Maybe there’s still a way to win them back.

-

It’s taken a few days to figure out, but you think you know how to get your friends to forgive you. Starting with Chenle.

First you have to sneak up on him so he doesn’t get away when you try to talk to him, which from his avoidance of you the past week, has proven more challenging than you thought. But you do manage to corner him in class as everyone leaves for lunch.

“Chenle, I want to make it up to you.” You plea. “I just want everything to be right between us again.” While you’ve technically been successful in talking to him, he’s still refusing to look at you. “Tell me what I can do…”

This piques his interest.

“Stop being a Princess.” He flatly states. If only he knew…

That was actually something you’d been working on, deciding days ago that you don’t think you’re cut out for accepting royal duty as a Princess. You’ve already spoken to your grandmother about this and, despite her reluctance and assurance that you would be more than capable for the role, you’d come to a mutual agreement to make no public announce until the evening of the ball.

You wish you could tell Chenle, but you can’t break your promise to your grandmother. You’re done breaking promises you’ve made.

“Well, I was thinking more along the lines of attending the independence ball this Saturday?” You send him a hopeful beam.

You take his blank expression and lack of a quick response as a good sign and continue to persuade.

“It’s invitation only…”

Chenle sighs. Damn him and his weakness for exclusivity. Plus, he’s always wanted to go to a ball and he doesn’t know when he’ll get this type of opportunity again.

“Fine!” He caves. “You’re forgiven.”

You squeal, jumping into him to squeeze him in a hug. You feel his chest vibrate with laughter and look up to finally see him smiling.

“I missed you.” You gush as you pull away and begin walking down the hallway together.

“I know.” Chenle laughs heartily when you shove him and roll your eyes.

You finally feel like you’re on the right track. If you can get Chenle to forgive you, then you’re pretty certain Jisung will too. Now you just need to find him.

-

“Wassup bro.” Chenle greets Mark as you join his table for lunch. You’re familiar with Mark because he helps Chenle out with his radio show and you’ve always found him really bubbly and sweet on the few occasions you’ve spoken.

“Sup guys.” Mark greets you both warmly. “I see you’re back on speaking terms.”

“Yep.” Chenle responds through a mouthful of food.

“Yeah, I’m really sorry about all of that.” You grimace towards Mark. “But I heard you’re on your way to becoming a comedic genius.”

“I think I’m good with sticking to the pre-scripted topics.” Mark laughs loudly.

“Oh, hey Jisung!” Chenle’s sudden shout almost makes you jump out of your skin.

You turn your attention to where Chenle looks to find Jisung casting an embarrassed side glance over to your table while trying to continue his conversation with one of his band mates Renjun.

You don’t really know Renjun, other than what you’ve observed. Even though he’s part of Jaemin’s popular group, he seems like a nice guy and there’s always been a part of you that’s been curious to know how he ended up with friends like Jaemin, Jeno and Donghyuck. All so loud and attention loving in comparison.

You watch as he bids Renjun goodbye and approaches, stuffing his hands into his pockets once he’s reached your table. It’s clear he doesn’t want to hang around…

“Aren’t you gonna join us for lunch?” Chenle snickers at his friend, his tone mocking at the way Jisung acts so hesitant.

“Actually, I-uh have,” Jisung gulps. “I have last minute band practice.”

“But you just said goodbye to Renjun?” Mark furrows his brows.

“Gotta go!” Jisung takes off as quickly as he can. He doesn’t look back when he hears you call after him, instead only ducking his head lower and picking up more speed. You have to run to catch him. Damn him and his long legs. You hate running.

“Jisung.” You pant, catching him by the arm and using all of your body weight to slow him down. He lets out a defeated sigh as he stops, knowing there’s no escaping having to talk to you now. “Please talk to me…” you beg, pleading with the best, saddest puppy eyes you can muster.

“What is there to say?” His voice comes of quieter than he wanted it to. He’s so hurt and upset with you and he wants to be able to express that. He usually can when it’s towards other people. But when it’s you on the receiving end, there’s just something that stops him. No matter how much you broke his heart.

“Look, I’m sorry about yesterday. I shouldn’t have run away from what you’d said.”

Theres something in your words that makes him wake up and finally realise that he’s been running away too. Not just now. But for way too long. Jisung’s been running away from telling you how he really feels about you. For so long he’s talked himself into waiting for you to fall in love with him, to wake up and finally see that the person you should be with has been by your side the whole time. His feelings have been repressed and he’s forced himself to be invisible for too long. But he’s done with that now.

“Sungs, are you ok?” He blinks back into reality, not having realised he’d gotten caught up in overthinking for too long.

You watch him, wide eyed as he stands up straighter, determination written across his face.

“Actually, I have something I need to say.”

You nod, waiting intently.

“I’ve been an idiot for too long.” And… you’re confused. “I’ve let you walk all over me for years because I’ve been so in love with you.”

“Heck,” Jisung laughs at himself. “I even let you off when you ditched me for Jaemin because I kept telling myself that I wasn’t good enough for you.”

You feel your heart break knowing Jisung had been putting himself down like that. Any and every emotion courses through you as you try your best to take in the weight of his words.

“I-” you begin, but Jisung cuts you off before you have a chance to say anymore.

“I know you don’t feel the same… it’s ok.” Jisung forces a smile. “I just need some time apart.”

You feel like you’re suffocating, unable to voice anything as you watch Jisung walk away. Chocking on sobs as the weight of the world hits you like a ton of bricks.

You just wished you’d realised sooner. Because if you had, then maybe you wouldn’t have lost your best friend, you wouldn’t have hurt him for so long and maybe you wouldn’t have had your heart smashed to pieces like you just have.

-

“Can’t you just have someone do the speech for me?” Your voice is muted by the duvet that you insist to remain under. Your mom perched on the side of your bed as she encourages you to at least go downstairs to eat something.

It’s the morning of the annual independence ball and you’ve not left your bed since you’d gotten home the day before.

You’d had many home truths and realisations from Jisung yesterday. But cocooning yourself inside your duvet has really helped you process a lot. Like the fact that you love Jisung too… and not in just a platonic way. He’s always been there for you and you’ve taken that for granted.

You’ve been so dumb to your feelings for so long, brushing infatuation off as excitement or just that you really care for Jisung, when reality is that your heart doesn’t flip every time he smiles just because he’s your best friend. It flips every time he smiles because his smile is one of your favourite things in the world. It eases your worries and brightens your day.

Just being around Jisung makes you feel like everything’s going to be ok. He’s always so supportive and soft-natured. He takes care of you not because he’s a good friend but because he loves you.

You know that if he were to be here today, you’d be able to get through your speech this evening, facing crowds of people and answering to them why you are abdicating your royal duties. With Jisung by your side, you can get through anything.

Without him you’re lost.

Similarly, Jisung has been trying to drown out reality since he confessed to you by focusing all of his energy on his band practice and fixing up cars. He went straight from school to the garage and worked through the night to try and get his mind off of you.

Which is why he jolts awake to Chenle shouting in his ear for him to “wake up!”

“Why!” He cries, rubbing his sore neck from the poor posture of his sleep on the couch by his band’s equipment.

“You seriously slept here last night?” Chenle doesn’t hold back any judgment, raising his brow at Jisung as he grumbles out unintelligible remarks under his breath.

“I get you’re heart broken or whatever, but that doesn’t mean you should give up now.”

“Well, what else should I do?” Jisung, still sat in the chair he’d slept in, sulks like a child.

“Uh, I don’t know, go after her?” Chenle retorts like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“But she doesn’t feel the same, I’d just be making a fool of myself…”

Chenle scoffs. How does he not see it?

“Of course (Y/N) feels the same. It’s so obvious.” Chenle leans down to place his hand on Jisung’s shoulder. “Trust me. I’ve had to watch you both almost every day for years.”

He’s not joking. He really has. All the times he’s rolled his eyes at the way you both act so soppy towards the other. You’ve both been too wrapped up in either convincing yourself that you have no shot, or mistaking your feelings to notice.

Jisung springs to his feet. With the way Chenle remains so serious, he knows he must be telling the truth.

“I need to win her back!”

-

You frantically pack, shoving everything you can into your bag before anyone catches on to what your about to do. You feel so hopeless, like a complete failure and you know you can’t face the crowd of influential people and reporters to decline your role of Princess. So you’re running away.

You’d managed to convince your grandmother to not send a limo because your mom wanted to take you to your first ball. And you’d also lied to your mom, telling her that your grandmother had organised a limo to pick you up.

As soon as your mom had left, the race against time had begun and you’d been flying around your room packing.

You pick up the embossed faux-leather diary your grandmother had gifted you when you’d first met and found out you were a Princess, stilling when it slips from your grasp and falls open to reveal a letter that had been tucked in between the pages.

Carefully picking it up and unfolding it, you realise it’s from your father before he passed away.

His heartfelt words bring tears to your eyes as he expresses all the love he has for you and his country as soon to be King. But the final line strikes something within you that makes you rethink everything you had planned to do.

“Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgement that something else is more important than fear. The brave may not live forever, but the cautious do not live at all. From now on you’ll be travelling the road between who you think you are and who you can be. The key is to allow yourself to make the journey.”

-

Helping Jisung come up with a plan to win you back is easy for Chenle. With the independence ball being that evening, nothing could be more perfect than Jisung turning up, declaring his love and sweeping you off your feet. Just like a true Prince. So he’d offered the plus 1 you’d given him to Jisung.

Waiting in the grand hall for your arrival feels like an eternity. Everyone seems to be here except you.

“Have either of you seen (Y/N)?” Your mom rushes up to Chenle and Jisung in a slight panic. Both of them shrug, shaking their heads no in response. “She told me a limo was picking her up, but apparently she told her grandmother I was bringing her.”

Shit. There’s something in Jisung that springs into action upon the possibility that you could be in danger.

“Stall until I get back.” Jisung directs Chenle.

“Where are you going?!” Chenle shouts back, but it’s too late. Jisung’s already run off.

“Oh no no no…” you whine as your car conks out, the heavens pouring down on you and pooling in your hatch-back. “Is this what I get for messing everything up!” You shout at the sky, flopping back into your seat and sobbing your heart out.

You don’t blame the universe for this payback. You deserve it after all your selfishness. But you have been trying to make amends, to right all of your wrongs. You have every intention to go to the independence ball to share your decision in person. It’s the least your families country deserve. It’s the least your family deserve. But, right now, you’re failing. Failing at getting to the ball on time just like you failed at making amends with Jisung.

Gosh, even when you’re trying to do something else it’s still seems to end up on Jisung…

Just as you’re giving up all hope, a car horn jolts you up in your seat with a gasp. The headlights blind you momentarily as they round the corner, until the car has stopped beside you.

“Need a ride, Princess?” Your mouth hangs agape as the window rolls down to reveal Jisung in the drivers seat.

Although you can only see the top half of him, you’re heart summersaults from his attire. There he is, coming to your rescue, dressed in a black tuxedo and bow tie. He looks just like Prince Charming.

“How did you find me?” You remain in your car, unable to move from the shock… and the cold. You look like a drowned rat as the storm continues to shower down on you.

By this point, Jisung had gotten out of his car, into the pouring rain and rushed over to help lift you out of your vehicle to transfer you into the warmth and shelter of his own.

“Lucky guess.” He smirks from the drivers seat, twisting the keys and bringing the car to life again, before racing through the dark deserted streets.

You watch him from the passenger seat as he remains focused on the road, mesmerised by the steady focus of his eyes and his tight jaw, the way his hair - now wet from your rescue - drips little droplets of water onto his forehead and nose, down his cheeks to his perfectly plump lips.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You’re caught off guard by his question as it breaks the silence that had settled. You hadn’t even realised you’d been staring that long, or the fact he’d noticed.

“I was… just looking.” You blush, turning to look out your window. You’re just thankful it’s dark right now.

A few seconds go by and you begin to recognise the street just as the car pulls into your grandmothers driveway and stops at the entrance.

“Wait!” You clutch onto Jisung’s arm as he goes to open his door. He freezes from the touch before slowly twisting back to look at you. “Thank you.” You whisper.

“It was no problem.” Jisung sends you a tight lipped smile.

“No. I mean, thank you for always being there for me.” You elaborate, moving your grip down his arm until you get to his hand, entangling your fingers with his. “For loving me.”

Jisung’s breath hitches. He’s not sure what to say. It’s like all the air has been sucked out of his lungs. And the way you continue to stare at him makes him feel so warm and fuzzy and loved.

“(Y/N), I-”

“I know you said you wanted space.” You cut him off. “But I’m so lost without you.”

“Why me?” He whispers.

You slowly reach up to cup his cheek, drawing him in closer and closer until your noses touch. Your eyes flutter shut as you breathe in his signature piney scent. The familiarity makes you feel like you’ve arrived back home and gives you the courage to utter your next words ever so breathily.

“Because you saw me when I was invisible.”

The next thing you know, Jisung’s lips are smashed against yours. You’re unsure which of you initiated it, not having had your eyes open in fear of his rejection. His lips are just as soft as you’d imagined they’ve be and you feel yourself unable to suppress the smile that explodes across your face, causing Jisung to smile into the kiss too.

Everything seems to fall into place again. Who knew kissing your best friend could feel so right?

Pulling apart breathlessly, you both continue to smile at each other, idiotically in love.

“We really should get inside and put Chenle out of his misery.” Jisung chuckles, only imagining the chaos he’s cause by trying to stall.

“I guess…” you trail off, sending Jisung a sheepish smirk. He knows exactly what you’re thinking. “…Or we could kiss some more?”

“We can do that later. But first, you have to tell your country you will be their Princess.”

~ bonus ~

“How’s my baby?” Jisung rolls his eyes.

“I told you to stop calling me that.” He deadpans, failing to hide the blush that tinges his cheeks from the way you smirk at him.

You know he loves it really.

“But it’s cute!” You continue to tease, laughing as you speak.

“Whatever you say Princess.”

[writing-till-i-am-dead]

Taygan oneshot

Logan and Taylor were hanging out at their favorite cafe. It was a nice, relaxing place with couches and a tv playing music. 

They were hanging out on one of the couches, Taylor sipping from her lavender lemonade as she leaned on Logan and scrolled through her phone and Logan was reading through a book on astronomy. 

Taylor was humming to herself and looked at Logan. 

“Hey, when’s your birthday?”

“Huh? Oh. December 18.”

Taylor nodded and rapidly typed something into her phone. 

“Huh? What are you doing?” he asked, leaning over her shoulder curiously. 

She was on some website he didn’t recognize. She cleared her throat and read out, “Your horoscope for today says that you-“

“Oh no,” he says, cutting her off. He reached out and grabbed her phone. 

“Ah! Hey-!” she said, laughing, only because Logan was also laughing. She knew he was playing with her. 

“No way am I letting you read my horoscope,” he said in a matter of fact voice. 

“Why not?”

He laughed and gently bopped her head. “Because that stuff is baloney.”

She chuckled and rolled her eyes. “To you, maybe. You’re just too logical,” she said as Logan handed her phone back. 

He sighed dramatically and leaned onto her shoulder. “I just know there’s no logical reason to explain something like that.”

She laughs and he laughs too. That’s one thing they liked about each other. They could laugh so freely together. They may disagree on so many things they’re passionate about, but in the end, they know it’d be ridiculous to really get mad about it. So, instead, they bond on other things. 

“Did you hear about the crafts they’re sending to Mars?” Logan asked. 

“Oh ya! I’ve seen photos of it! The craftsmanship! I can only imagine how much work went into building it!”

This was what they could bond over. A crossover between space and engineering. 

“Do you plan to go to NASA after you go to engineering school?” he asks, wrapping his arm around her as he looked back at his book. 

Taylor hesitated, sipping from her lemonade awkwardly. “I dunno.. I’m not sure if I’m even going to engineering school..”

“Huh? Why not. You love mechanical engineering.”

“I know. It’s a money thing..”

“Ah..” That was one thing Logan understood all too well. He lived with his grandparents, who were florists. He threw out ideas of going to his dream schools a long time ago. 

But, still.. Taylor of all people deserved to go to whatever school she wanted. She’s such a dedicated and hard worker, and super passionate too. 

It’s what Logan admired so much about her. 

“I think you should try for a scholarship,” he said, resting his cheek on the top of her head. 

“You think so?”

“Ya.. You’re definitely smart enough for it.” He gave her a jovial smile. “Even if you do believe in horoscopes.”

She snorted out a laugh. Her snorting always caught him off guard and caused him to laugh and snort too, and soon they’d just be giggling messes. 

No one ever brought out this side of Logan. He was too shy, too boring. And yet Taylor made him fun, made him playful and teasing. 

She was so much like him, yet so different. Maybe that’s why he likes her so much. 

And Taylor admired Logan’s quiet nature. The way he could just listen, be such a gentle shoulder to cry on. Taylor had such a bad habit of trying to always find solutions, something she picked up from Tyler growing up, that she never actually pays attention to her emotional needs. Logan’s presence always felt like a gentle reminder to think about that sort of stuff.

They were still giggling like a couple of schoolchildren when one of the people working went up to them. 

“I’m sorry..” she said with the most passive aggressive smile the two of them had ever seen. “Could you two pipe down or leave? You’re causing disturbance to everyone else in the cafe.”

The two exchanged embarrassed glances and stood up. 

“Right, sorry,” said Taylor. “We’ll head on out…”

The two left the shop and once they were standing outside the door, they looked over at each other, paused, and burst out laughing. 

“Oh my gosh,” Logan said. “That’s my first time getting kicked out of anywhere.”

“Me too! Haha!!”

The two linked arms and began to walk off. 

“Wanna go to my grandparents’ flower shop?”

“Ya. Sounds good.”

They walked together in comfortable silence, calming down from their laughing fit. 

“Hey. Logan?”

“Ya?”

“You really think I could get into engineering school on a scholarship?”

“Yes,” he said confidently. 

She looked down and smiled. “And you think I could really work at NASA?”

“Yes,” he said again, full confidence. 

“…Maybe I will.. as long as you come with me.”

“Where?”

“To NASA.. let’s see the stars together.”

He paused and smiled at her. Logan wasn’t really sure what he wanted to do with his life. He had never been sure. But Taylor’s confidence, her request.. it was so tempting that he, for the first time, felt confident about what he wanted to do after high school. 

“NASA..? Maybe.”

That’s probably why they got along, really. 

They both reached to their dreams. 

Taylor trusted in hopes, Logan trusted in facts. 

But their trusts tied together in their love for the stars. 

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

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[crypticjackal13]

Can I request Mk x Female s/o who can best be descibed as 'soft bunny' the small, quiet, sweet and soft type. And by complete accident when visiting his gf he meets her father for the first time and, unlike his daughter, he is Terrifying, stoic and stone faced, build like sandy, and looks like he eats grizzly bears and metal bars for breakfast. Bonus for extra funnies, he doesn't even dislike Mk, he's a protective sure, but he's mostly curious but his aura makes his questions sound threatening.

Bam boom bop!

"Power Move" (798 w.c)

MK x Fem!Reader

Funny Romantic Oneshot

Pronouns: she her

CW: None, comment if there is

“MK! Good, you made it!” Y/n waved from her home’s front porch as she saw MK’s delivery vehicle pull into her driveway. He waved too, jingling the keys in his hands as he walked up to his girlfriend and gave her a kiss.

“Just so you know, I can’t leave just yet so we can get to the park. My dad’s working on fixing my sink,” she led MK inside, pointing over at the kitchen. “We can head out after he’s done.”

“Your dad? Have I met him?” MK peeked in, really only seeing a pair of legs sticking out from under the sink. 

“No, I don’t think you have! Here,” she went into the room and poked one of the ankles with her foot. There was a surprised grumble, before a man who was built like a truck appeared. MK could feel his soul leaving his body. How could someone so sweet come from…this utterly terrifying man?? 

“Dad! This is my boyfriend, MK! You know, the Monkey Kid!” She introduced MK, tugging on his arm to bring him closer. “MK, this is my dad!”

“Very nice to meet you, Mr. l/n!” MK stammered. The towering figure reached out a hand. When MK took it, he thanked Buddha he had mystic monkey strength to handle the pure strength of his grip. 

“You too, kid,” Mr. l/n seemed to glare down at him, but then when he looked at his daughter, he seemed ever so slightly softer. “Why is he here?”

“We’re going to go meet up with Mei and Redson at the park in a little while! Kinda like a double date!” She smiled. He grunted in response before turning back to the sink and turning the faucet to see if it worked. Unfortunately, the pipe underneath started dripping water. 

“Mind if I have a look at it, sir?” MK cautiously stepped forward. Gods, it was like when he first met Sandy. Except there was no way this guy had ever met a therapy cat.

“You can try.” He scoffed. MK rolled up the sleeves of his jacket and went under the sink. He found a wrench and tried to adjust things, however it kind of exploded when he thought he’d fixed it. 

“Dad, you need to turn off the sink first.” Y/n commented. The water stopped. MK sighed, but then a lightbulb turned on in his brain. 

“I can shrink myself down to see what’s wrong in the pipes!” He suggested.

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.” Mr. l/n said. However, y/n gave a thumbs up. 

“Hey, there ya go! I’ll shine a light down there, and give you some string to hold onto!” She left the room for a moment, leaving MK alone with her dad.

“How long have you been seeing my daughter?” The sound of his voice was much more intimidating now that it was just them.

“Uh, a little while now actually!” MK responded. 

“If you hurt her, I’ll squash you like a bug. Capiche?”

“Yup. Hear ya loud and clear.” MK was shaking in his boots, but then y/n came back into the room, flashlight and string in hand. 

“Alright, think tiny!” She said, and MK transformed into a much smaller version of himself. She caught him in her hand and set him on the counter, where she tied a bit of string around him.

“I’m ready, send me down!” He called. She dangled him over the drain and slowly lowered him. 

It was dark, but not for long as she got the light on. He could see a large blockage of something just up ahead. He saw how some of the water that had been going earlier was pooling around it, so that it couldn’t go through. MK tugged on the string and was helped out of the drain, where he made himself big again after untying the string. 

“There’s a chunk of something in there. If you get it out, it should be fine!” 

“Hm.” 

Mr. L/n got back under the sink, putting on some gloves and detaching the pipes from each other. The blockage was removed and then the thing was rebuilt. Running the water again, it went smoothly. 

“Oh good! Thanks, guys.” Y/n thanked the boys. Her dad stood up again and actually smiled a little.

“Thanks, kid.” The man spoke firmly, but his tone was different in a positive way. 

“With that all sorted out, let’s get going! We don’t wanna keep the others waiting too long!” Y/n said, giving her dad a quick hug and heading toward the door with MK in tow. He waved at her dad and then they piled into the deliver vehicle to got see the others. 

Well that went well.