#jay……..jayyyyy

[chebyshevptera]

squeishy🙁💙

[taetebebe]

[checkersbored]

i havent watched anything jrwi in so long so no spoils

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[itsalwaysforyou]

the black sky and all those lights

a silly little something i wrote for jalentines!!

When Mal opens the dormitory door, Jay is standing in the hallway in his workout gear, hair tied up in a bun. He’s already grinning in that way he does when he wins a fight. Mal rolls her eyes at him. Grabbing her bag, she says bye to Evie, and joins Jay in the corridor. 

She scowls as they walk, her workout clothes tight on her skin. Jay had insisted they’d do things properly, and not in their usual leather. 

The hallways are decorated for Valentine’s Day, making Auradon Prep even more gaudy and colourful as usual. Pink and red hearts plastered across the walls, boasting the abundance of love here in Auradon. Jay’s had a thousand notes in his locker. Mal’s had none. Every morning, she watches Jay approach his locker like he would a target on the Isle. Weight forward, shoulders squared; ready to fight if needs be. And the paper falls to the floor like blood, only sickly pastel. Scrawled glittery gel pen. Words confessing passionate love, or asking him on dates, or doodles of hearts. Jay smiles the whole time. Greets and winks at girls. Scrunches those notes up in a fist. 

“Everywhere looks disgusting,” Mal says as they approach the sports hall. Heart-shaped bunting crests the doors.

Jay holds the door open for her. “It’s fun.”

“You would think that.”

The sports hall is mercifully free of décor. They drop their bags in the corner and begin to warm up, another stupid practice Jay insists on. His top rides up as he side-stretches. Isle rule: never show skin, especially to the enemy. Except, Jay loved to parade around in those stupid sleeveless vests. She’s yelled at him plenty of times about it—Are you insane? You’re a walking target. He would just grin and say, they’ll have to catch me first.

Jay laughs as he grabs the practice swords from their stands. “Here.” 

He throws it, and Mal catches. The weight in her hand is familiar. Already, her pulse is thrumming faster, and maybe if she closes her eyes she’ll be back on the docks, with the wind ripping at her hair, and the salt stinging her nose, and half a dozen of Uma’s crew jeering over the clanging of swords. 

Jay chucks her a mask too, before attaching one to his own face. The mesh turns her vision slightly hazy.

“Ready?” Jay asks.

Mal’s watched fencing practise a few times, mostly as an excuse not to do homework and instead watch her boys wipe the floor with all those prissy Auradon princes. Coach Jenkins appointed Jay captain of the team a few months ago, a role he takes more seriously than she’s ever seen him take anything. 

“Rassembler! Salute! Lower the point. Masks down. En guarde!”

Mal lunges first, which Jay clearly anticipates, parrying her blow. He circles. Strikes. Mal blocks it. He’s quick. Reflexes honed to a sword’s point; learned by practise and theory. Mal lashes out again, just catching his free arm before he jerks away. She grins underneath her mask. Her breath comes quicker. Jay’s blade arcs down, hitting her chest. Mal swats his blade away. She hears him laugh. She growls. Strike. Parry. Strike. Block. Strike. Jay lands another hit. Their shoes squeak against the linoleum floor. 

“Come on, Mal,” Jay teases. 

Mal lunges like a cat on its prey. Jay’s blade grates against hers like steel against flint. Jay may be quick but Mal’s smaller, and she weaves her way through Jay’s blade until they both have the sword’s point angled at each other’s chests. 

They’re both panting. Jay lowers his sword first. Takes off his mask. 

“You came in clutch at the end,” he says. 

Mal huffs, wiggling the mask off her face and wiping her forehead with a sleeve. “You actually get training.”

“And now I’m training you!” 

His hair has loosened during the sparring, spilling out at the seams. He unties the bun; flips his hair down and shakes it out. In this late-afternoon light, his hair could be made of gold. Hair longer than Mal’s ever had. 

He pulls his hair back into its bun, deft fingers making quick work. When he straightens back up again, his face is slightly flushed from the match. 

And Mal looks at this boy she’s known most of her life; this face and these hands; a boy that has held her at the end of the world and the start of a new one. And she snatches back down her mask. 

“Again,” she says, lifting up her sword. 

She’s swinging before Jay’s even had the chance to pull his own mask back down. Her blade slices against his chest, and she hears the breath escape from his lungs. 

“Fuck!’

Jay’s blocking her hits in no time. Mal grits her teeth. A boy who’s inhabited every place she’s ever been. The shadow along the street; a fixed point on the rooftops. Those long, quick fingers that know their way around bandage; around open flesh; around her own hands. Like a comet to Earth. Like an eclipse. Totally consuming. 

And here, where the sun shines brighter than they could have ever dreamed, she is left blistering. Those girls that fawn over Jay, professing their love with the same ease that Mal can hold a dagger to a throat. Jay’s clicking tongue, and that low fry to his voice when he’s chatting someone up. Everything is always so easy to him. He can wrap anyone around his finger with a wink. 

His blade slams into her stomach. Mal pants, the budding pain in her side clearing her head. Jay’s standing above her like some heavenly deity. 

“Best of four?” he offers.

“Yeah, whatever.”

“C’mon. Let’s take a break.”

Jay drops his sword and grabs his water bottle from his bag. Mal joins him, still gripping her sword, gulping down her water like a man in a desert. 

“We should do this again soon,” Jay says. 

“Tomorrow?”

“It’s the Valentine’s Ball tomorrow.”

Mal snorts. “Yeah, and?”

“I was gonna go.”

His words are coming too slow; too considered. Like when he used to talk about his dad, or a particularly bad Barge Day. Rehearsed. A guard dog who’s smelled danger, prowling at the sidelines. 

Mal presents her blade. “En guarde!” she shouts, and Jay ducks her swing before scrambling over to his own sword. 

“Really, Mal? Another sneak attack?”

“I’m keeping you on your toes.”

They waltz around the sports hall, the blades clashing and slicing and singing.

“We all agreed we weren’t going to go to the Ball,” Mal says, jabbing at Jay.

“We never agreed anything.”

Jay lands a blow. They are at the dockyard, with its rotting wooden pier and dead fish stench. The screeching of metal; the shouting; Mal’s heart hammering like the tide. Blood, and life. The roar in her ears. A dragon’s call. Body moving without a thought, as quick as a lightning strike. Not having to look behind her because she knows Jay is there.

“Exactly!” she says. “Why would we want to go to some stuffy Auradon ball?” Jay tries to say something but she ignores him. “Why would we care about Valentine’s Day? It’s corny, and over-commercialised, and a stupid excuse to make everything about love.”

Jay has her backed up against a wall. With no time to mount his mask, his lips are slightly parted, and his hair is escaping from his bun again. He looks just like he did on the Isle; none of his perfect prince act that fools Auradon. His sword hovers above her throat. 

“Do you yield?” His voice is low.

Mal stares at him. Those eyes that have seen every part of her. All the blood; every smile; her pale skin in the dark Isle nights. The boy that has beheld her every action; weighed it all against his own understanding of the world, and decided that they slot together as easily as a bullet in a pistol.

“Who are you going with to the Ball?” Mal asks. She’s still clutching her sword. She could claim the upper hand, if she really wanted.

A grin creeps across Jay’s face. All those notes and heart-shaped lollipops. The giggling girls at his locker. He could pick any one of them. All of them so beautiful, in their sunset-coloured dresses. He could have anything he wanted.

“Well,” Jay says. “I was going to ask you.”

The sword’s point makes sure they keep their distance. Never too close. All touches so light; so fleeting, as if you could’ve mistaken them for a dream. As if you could’ve imagined the whole thing. All those nights in the hideout where the barrier of the body seemed thin, and the world became so small: just two kids who wouldn’t even dare knock knees. 

So Mal shakes it all away with a laugh. “I’m not going to the Valentine’s Ball.”

Jay lowers his blade. Neither of them move. “Not even with me?” 

“I’m sure there’ll be plenty of other girls who actually want to go with you.”

“I want to go with you.”

His words echo through the empty hall. His word is as steadfast as ever, the only opinion Mal will ever trust. Compass, anchor: Jay does it all. 

Heralded here, Mal as real as the vast sky outside. Here, in his gaze, held aloft by trust where there shouldn’t be and compassion where there shouldn’t be and understanding where there shouldn’t be. A home for all her broken bones. 

Mal’s lips unfurl into a smile. This ache in her chest. In her throat. Jay always being able to disarm her. Jay in every place she’s ever been. Jay as her shadow; her skin; her second self. A reflection in the mirror. The line of separation is nonexistent. Like the sun, like the moon: one cannot exist without the other.

[dacuslucy]

rec me some alvvays songs please please pleaseeee

HI JAYYYY HIHIHIHIHHI HIIIII YES YES YES YES OF COURSE

next of kin <3333

belinda says

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after the earthquake

archie marry me

[sunnybluezs]

JAYS A MANGER THAT IS SO FUNNY

[heeseung-min]

Ryo-san...😞😞😞🤌

[bizlybebo]

am i procrastinating episode 94 of jrwi hahahaha noo………………………

[a1exkra1ie]

Love a show where the main character is literally wandering aimlessly until he meets a strong man to give him orders. And he follows them to a T. And this happens multiple times with different men

[14raeriluv]

Can yall let a girl breathe-

[JAY] UNLEASH 🔥

[chebyshevptera]

i see your jay with CHF . Which i love. nd raise you jay with hypermobile EDS + dysautonomia. maybe he inherited it from his dad durrrrr but his lightning made it exponentially worse . universe rolled the dice and thought Hmmm yes let’s give this kid a faulty nervous system and an element that fucks it up even more. gets sudden nosebleeds after big power surges. heart rate is beserk. nerves shot to hell and his hands are always shaking . he blames it on the lightning. Maybe he blames a lot of it on the lightning which is why he doesn’t realise something’s wrong until way later. he just thinks these r elemental side effects </3

hi. ok. First . as someone who has hypermobile EDS, hEDS jay is literally canon to me. I cannot imagine a world where that guy does not have hEDS . his joints r constantly aching . he has dislocated almost every bone in his body from sparring with cole alone …. the fact that he’s always injuring his leg makes me inclined to believe he’s either A. calcium deficient (heart condition anyoneeee) or B. HES DISLOCATING THAT KNEE EVERY MONTH

and his skin is super stretchy and kai thinks it’s funny to pull on his cheeks . unfortunately

second . dysautonomia jay? Peak ….. this guy is so fucked up . his nose always smells like copper and his hands have gotten so shaky that it’s hard for him to draw and design like he used to and it’s awful . oohhhh and his heart …. It’s usually pretty fast but sometimes it just slows down so much that his vision blurs and darkens and he comes to a few seconds later , now on the floor with everyone huddled around him and wondering what went wrong ….

and blaming it on the lightning is a lot harder to do when he loses his elemental power post crystallized and he’s still dealing with those shot nerves and an uneasy heartbeat and hands that are always trembling </3 auhghg

My heart hurts for him . this guy can fit so many disabilities inside him . he goes to a doctor and they start scribbling notes down so fast in fear and jay is like what the fuck Hey Wait what’s that about HEY

[seobsroot]

ENHYPEN’S LOVE LANGUAGES

warnings: profanity

HEESEUNG

loves loves loves words of affirmation both receiving and giving. will kiss your face while saying various things to make you giggle.

“i love you so so so much. you’re the most beautiful person i know. you’re my favorite ever” various kisses were all over your face and you grabbed his face and kissed his lips. “i love you even more lee heeseung. you’re the best thing that’s happened to me”

JAY

gift giving and acts of service. you tell him all the time that he can’t buy your love, but he loves to spoil you

“you got me another big gift? jayyyyy i told you that you don’t need to.” you pouted and he poked your cheeks. “i want to my love.”

“hey did you take my car to get an oil change?” you peeked your head around the corner to your boyfriend scrolling on his phone. “yeah i did. i also took it for a wash and bought groceries.”

JAKE

physical touch. he’s always touching you somehow. whether it’s hand on your thigh, hand around your waist. literally doesn’t matter

“yeah no in the tall grass was ass actually. how did you even like it.” jake slid his arms around your waist. “well i thought it was good.” you shrugged and he turned to you. “get your eyes checked” you pulled his hand off your waist and laced it with yours.

SUNGHOON

quality time. you two could be just staring at a blank tv screen he would be happy.

“well what do you wanna do today hoonie?” you looked up from your place on the couch. “really don’t care. as long as im spending time with you im happy.” you rolled your eyes, “you’re the worst.”

SUNOO

quality time and physical touch. his favorite is when you two watch something and cuddle.

“can we watch this new movie i found?” he asks and you nod. “yeah what movie?” you turned on the tv. “10 things i hate about you.” your eyes widened. “i love that movie so much.” he laughed and your turned it on and he automatically laid you on his chest.

JUNGWON

receiving gifts and acts of service. he’s always so busy and loves homemade things over store bought.

he came home to seeing the entire house cleaned and there’s a gift in front of him. it’s a card with a written message in it. “you’ve been working so hard and i wanted to lighten your load.” he started smiling ear to ear and ran to your shared room and started kissing you all over

NI-KI

words of affirmation and physical touch. loves when you call him your handsome boy and kiss his forehead.

“hey.” you say and he looks at you. you take his hands in yours and look in his eyes. “i’m so grateful for you. you’ve changed my life for the better and you make me so happy. my handsome boy.” you started kissing him and he started tearing up. “i love you so much.” he cried and you started hugging him.

my literally babies idc idc argue with the wall

[chogiwow]

royally fucked! | park sunghoon.

pairing: prince!sunghoon x gn!reader ft. jayyyyy

genre: crack, fluff; headcanons!

wc: 3.3k

warnings: sunghoon being dumb dumb, he messed up pretty bad, yn is ruthless (we love), sorta shitty (abrupt) ending :’D

a/n: saw this prompt and i knew i had to go crazyyyy. so anyway, here’s sunghoon’s downfall, suffering, and eventual redemption—courtesy of you dragging him through hell first. and jay having fun cuz he’s a just chill guy

aight, you and sunghoon have been tight for so long, that small little arguments don’t really matter

but when it’s your feelings that come into play,, you can’t help but be a little hurt sometimes

and sunghoon is well,, he’s not entirely emotionally constipated but he’s also not the best ! at putting things out !

but ya’ll have had your fair share of arguments and have always bounced back so it’s no biggie tbh

except …….

this time.

sunghoon doesn’t realize he’s about to lose you until it’s too late.

one second, ya’ll are arguing—passion, heat, frustration. the next? silence.

you just… look at him. eyes burning, but it’s not just anger anymore. it’s disappointment oof

sunghoon is waiting for you to yell at him, to tell him to fix it, to fight—but you don’t

instead, you just step back. and in that tiny shift, he feels his world tilt

tbh he brought this upon himself, man can be so oblivious to your feelings sometimes it’s insane he’s survived so long without you suffocating him to death :’d

but the moment you turn and walk away, sunghoon realizes he just made the biggest mistake of his life

guess you could say,, he messed up royally :<

but ykw? he’s confident that things are gonna be fine

like c’mon, it’s you and him !! you always end up together again, no matter how much sunghoon messes up

so he’s just chilling, sippin’ his tea and admiring the view, doing his princely duties yada yada

but then

it happens – the first time you call him prince sunghoon again, it happens in front of the entire court lmfaooo

thing is,, no matter how upset you’ve been at him in the past, he’s always been hoon to you. or hoonie, or sung, or sungie, or love, or darling, or honeyyyy

prince sunghoon?????

oh hell nawwww

the words come smoothly, coolly, without hesitation—just a simple, respectful acknowledgment before you turn and leave

sunghoon, however, stands frozen in place, every muscle in his body going rigid like he's just been run through with a sword

prince.

not the nicknames you used to say with a fond lilt, half-laughing when he grumbled about his duties, half-breathless when you whispered it against his skin in the dim glow of candlelight

no. now, it's just "prince sunghoon," delivered with all the warmth of a polished silver dagger

his advisor clears his throat beside him. sunghoon realizes he's been staring at your retreating back for far too long

people are watching. he forces himself to move, to blink, to pretend that his heart hasn’t just been drop-kicked into the royal gardens

but later, when he storms into his chambers, he flings his cloak across the room so aggressively that it knocks over a vase

"did you hear that?!" he demands of his most unfortunate knight, who happens to be standing nearby. "prince sunghoon. prince sunghoon. i—i was sunghoon to them for years, and now i’m just—just some formality—”

the knight coughs. "well, your highness, you are a prince—"

sunghoon glares so hard that the knight immediately bows and exits before he can be roped into this any further.

the next time you cross paths, sunghoon casually (read: not casually at all) corners you in the royal gardens

he leans against a marble pillar, arms crossed, trying to look composed when he's actually vibrating with desperation

"you know," he starts, voice low, "you didn’t used to call me that."

you barely spare him a glance. "times change, your highness."

sunghoon flinches. "don’t do that."

"do what?"

"that," he gestures vaguely. "that. the title thing."

you merely tilt their head, feigning innocence. "it  is your proper title, is it not? what would you prefer i call you?*"

sunghoon opens his mouth. closes it. he knows exactly what he wants you to call him, but he also knows you won’t say it. not now.

"...forget it," he mutters

but he absolutely does not forget it

after weeks of being ignored, sunghoon starts spiraling.

"i think i'm dying," he groans, sprawled dramatically across a couch in his private chambers.

his best friend, jay, doesn't even look up from the documents he's reading. "you're not dying."

"i'm wilting," sunghoon insists, flopping onto his side. "i'm withering away. my heart—it's broken. i can feel it cracking inside my chest."

"you saw yn this morning."

"yes," sunghoon huffs, "and they called me prince sunghoon again, jay. prince sunghoon. do you know how insulting that is? it's like being demoted in their heart."

jay flips a page. "maybe you shouldn’t have messed up in the first place."

sunghoon scowls. "thanks for the support."

but hey, give yourself some credit

you gotta teach your man a lesson, and if it means you must resort to a cold exterior–then so be it !

fortunately for you, it seems to be working wonders

and you seem to be secretly enjoying it too sdjsdks

but sunghoon’s patience snaps at the worst possible moment—during another royal gathering.

it’s been months of cold formality, and he’s sick of it

so, when you gracefully declined his offer to dance (with a practiced, impersonal, "i appreciate the offer, your highness, but i must decline"), he does something reckless

"forgive me," he says loudly, stepping forward, eyes burning into yours, "have i wronged you, your grace?"

the entire ballroom goes silent

jay, from the corner, facepalms so hard it echoes

you just raise an eyebrow, utterly unimpressed. "i’m sure your highness knows the answer to that.”

sunghoon clenches his jaw. "if i did, i wouldn’t be asking."

"then perhaps," you say, still perfectly calm, "your highness should reflect a little harder."

sunghoon watches you walk away again, fists clenched at his sides

later, when he overhears someone whispering, wasn’t the prince a little too eager?, he nearly flips a table

oh but sunghoon is down bad, miserable, and ridiculous about it which is a great combination ,, i suppose :’D

"yn used to like sweets," sunghoon says mournfully, staring at the untouched dessert platter before him

his knights exchange looks

jay, exhausted: "so?"

sunghoon: "so, what if i bake them something?"

jay, even more exhausted: "you can’t cook."

sunghoon: "how hard can it be?"

four hours later, the palace kitchen looks like a war zone. there’s flour on his royal attire. batter in his hair. a pan is on fire

jay sighs as he drags him out before the head chef can actually murder him

since his questionable baking skills are of no help,, sunghoon resorts to something even worse: acts of service

acts of service itself isn’t so bad, except, sunghoon is a prince,,,, and very rich at that,,,

he may tend to go overboard with a few things … :’D

he starts small—sending you favorite desserts, commissioning imported fabrics in their favorite colors, pulling strings to get your favorite musician to play at court

you ignore everything lmfaooo

(yess yn stay Strong !!)

But then he gets desperateeee

one morning, you wake up to find a literal palace of flowers outside your chamber doors

you stare at it. look at the servants, who are struggling to step over the sea of petals just to enter the room

"...is he serious?"

jay appears, sipping tea. "he was up all night arranging it himself."

you glare. "did you stop him?"

jay shrugs. "why would i? this is hilarious."

later, when sunghoon asks if you liked it, you simply say, "i’m allergic to roses."

sunghoon looks like he might throw himself into the nearest river :'D

at this point, sunghoon is feral with longing, so he does something truly, utterly pathetic

he sneaks into the kitchens at 2 am to personally make you breakfast

(yes, the last time he tried to cook, he almost burned down the palace. no, that does not stop him)

safe to say – it’s a disaster :)

the head chef catches him sneaking around like a thief and promptly kicks him out.

"just let me—ow, stop pushing—"

"i’ll have you executed!" the chef screams

"you can’t execute the crown prince!" sunghoon yells back

jay, who has also snuck in for a midnight snack, watches from the shadows, wheezing

sunghoon is dragged out of the kitchen, looking like a kicked puppy

the next morning, you receive a sad little plate of burnt toast and overcooked eggs, delivered by a very reluctant servant

you stare at it for a long time. then you laugh.

(it’s the first time you’ve laughed because of him in months.)

but ykw? you’re not backing down this easily

i mean,, if all it took was a plate of burnt food to melt you, wHERE’S YOUR SPINE?!!

it’s the thought that counts but still,,,, you gotta make the man Suffer !!

so sunghoon gets the silent treatment (and it destroys him) 

(good for you yn you goooo !!)

sunghoon is used to your anger

he can handle your yelling, your insults, even your glares

what he can’t handle is the silence

and you KNOW this

so, one day, you just... stop responding

he says "good morning," and you walk away

he asks for your opinion, and you turn to someone else instead

he accidentally brushes your hand, and you don’t even react

it gets to the point where he starts talking to himself :D

sunghoon, trailing after you: "i know you can hear me."

you: silence

sunghoon: "come on, just—just yell at me, insult me, anything!"

you: sips tea in peace

sunghoon, on the verge of tears: "this is cruel and unusual punishment!"

meanwhile, jay, watching from afar, takes a bite of his snack and mutters, "damn. rest in peace, bro”

to make things worse !!

you accept someone else’s proposal (just to mess with him) hAHAHA

sunghoon hears it from a servant, which makes it so much worse

"they’ve accepted a marriage proposal?" his voice comes out strangled

the poor servant flinches. "u-uh, yes, your highness. from the duke of—"

sunghoon doesn’t even wait to hear the name before he’s storming out, fully ready to commit treason

he finds you in the royal library, flipping through a book as if you haven’t just ruined his life

"you’re getting married?" he demands

you glance up, bored. "what of it?"

sunghoon stares, mouth opening and closing like a fish. "what of it—yn, you can't be serious!"

"i can," you say smoothly. "the duke is a wonderful man. courteous, dependable—"

"boring," sunghoon interrupts, voice rising. "he’s boring, and he—he won’t make you happy!"

"and you would?" you raise an eyebrow

LMAFOOOOO

sunghoon sucks in a sharp breath

you wait, but he doesn’t answer. because he doesn’t know how

after a moment, you smirk and go back to your book. "that’s what i thought."

sunghoon storms out, punching a very expensive vase on his way

(the marriage proposal was never real. jay finds out later and wheezes when you admit it was all a ploy to make sunghoon lose his mind)

what bothers him THE most???

he has a near-death experience, and you’re totally unbothered

he falls off his horse

(not on purpose. he’s not that desperate for attention)

it’s a bad fall. he hits the ground hard, groaning, vision spinning. servants rush to help him

"fetch a healer!" someone shouts

and then he hears your voice

"...oh."

that’s it. oh.

like he’s just a mild inconvenience

sunghoon groans louder, reaching a shaky hand toward them. "yn... i think i’m dying."

you tilt your head. "you’re fine."

tough love buddy ……

sunghoon gasps, betrayed. "you don’t know that!"

"i do. if you were actually dying, you wouldn’t be this dramatic."

jay, appearing out of nowhere: "can confirm. if he was dying, he wouldn’t have the energy to act like a theatre kid."

sunghoon wants to scream

but then jay gets hurt….

he stubs his toe

"oh my god, jay, are you okay?!" you rush over, full of actual concern. "do you need to sit down? should i get you something?"

jay, milking it for all it’s worth: "it’s bad, yn. i think i might die."

you: "tell me what you need."

sunghoon, watching in outrage: "he stubbed his toe! i almost bled out!"

jay, smirking: "guess you should’ve treated yn better, huh?"

sunghoon: "I AM GOING TO LOSE MY MIND”

sunghoon officially loses it lol

for weeks, he’s done everything. apologized, groveled, suffered

but you are still holding out on him

so one day, in a fit of sheer desperation, he does something reckless

he stands on the palace balcony, looking down at the courtyard, where you and jay are talking

then he shouts

"YN, WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO MAKE YOU LOVE ME AGAIN?!"

silence. absolute silence.

people stop. servants stare.

jay, who was mid-sip of his drink, nearly chokes

you, face blank, calmly reply:

"jump."

sunghoon freezes

jay bursts out laughing. "oh my god, you did not just say that—"

sunghoon groans and covers his face. "this is my villain origin story"

fear not though, you’re here to really make suffer though, you’re gonna milk it for ALL it’s worth lmfaooo

so you start flirting... with other people :D

it starts small. a few extra smiles. a touch of the arm. a slightly too-friendly laugh

sunghoon notices immediately

and it destroys him – mission: accomplished lol

at first, he tries to ignore it. he tells himself he has no right to be jealous

then one day, he catches you talking to some random courtier, leaning in just a little too close

sunghoon sees red

he storms over, stepping between you. "can i help you?"

the courtier blinks. "your highness?"

sunghoon ignores him. "yn. a word. now."

you, completely unbothered, raising a brow. "oh? and what could be so urgent?"

"you know exactly what," he grits out

jay, watching from the sidelines, whispers to a servant: "sunghoon’s about five seconds away from a public breakdown"

safe to say, you’re not giving up THAT easily

granted, the whole ‘your highness’ thing had been a petty gesture on your part, you never meant to continue on so long for it

but now …. you were just having some fun :> nothing wrong with that

also seeing sunghoon beg for you desperately felt good

you would never hurt him of course, your heart belonged to him solely, but you just wanted him to work for it ,,, nothing wrong with that lads

one night, after an exhausting day of chasing you around like a lovesick fool, sunghoon finally corners you

he’s had enough.

"please. i don’t care if you hate me. i don’t care if you never love me again. just—just stop pretending like we were nothing”

you finally look at him and sigh. "i wasn’t pretending."

sunghoon’s breath catches. "what?"

"i wasn’t pretending," you repeat. "i just had to move on to survive."

sunghoon feels something in his chest ache

"but i—" his voice falters. "i still love you."

for a moment, you just study him

you ALMOST cave in to his sad eyes imploring you silently

then, softly, "i know."

sunghoon’s throat tightens. "then what do i do?"

you finally smile. "figure it out, your highness."

and you walk away—leaving sunghoon with nothing but his own feelings and the weight of everything he’s done

jay, whispering from the shadows: "damn. you just got hit with a main character moment."

sunghoon: "jay, i swear to god—"

when sunghoon breaks down, it happens unexpectedly

he is alone, sitting at the edge of the palace gardens, staring at the moon

and then—

it hits him

the weight of everything. how much he ruined. how much he misses you

his breath shudders. his hands shake.

and then, for the first time in his life, prince sunghoon weeps

jay, appearing out of nowhere: "are you crying?"

sunghoon: "go away."

jay: "damn, bro. didn’t think you’d actually break like this."

sunghoon sniffles. "please."

at this point, sunghoon is completely broken

no fight left. no ego. just pain.

sunghoon is a shell of a man.

he used to be proud. arrogant. handsome. a prince

now? he’s just pathetic

and that’s when you finally decide to talk to him

"so," you say, standing before him. "are you done?"

sunghoon looks up. he’s exhausted. hollow. "done with what?"

"ruining yourself over me."

sunghoon swallows. "i don’t know how to stop."

you study him for a long, long time

and then, finally—

"idiot."

sunghoon blinks.

and then—

a single, tiny smile.

sunghoon almost dies on the spot.

jay, from the background: "ohhh. oh it’s happening—"

sunghoon: "jay, leave."

jay: "let me witness this! i earned this!"

sunghoon, with actual tears in his eyes: "go away."

jay, fake-sniffing: "fine. but i better be the best man at your wedding."

sunghoon: "GET OUT"

in all honesty, you could keep up your facade for longer, you’re stronger than this

but you’ve seen sunghoon lose his shit over the past few months

you think it’s time to let him rest a little bit

but not before addressing ALL your concerns too :<

"sunghoon, i’m exhausted"

sunghoon stiffens. his throat closes up

"i—" he swallows hard. "i can fix that—"

"that’s the thing, hoon. you can’t always fix things"

silence.

then—

"i don’t need you to fix me. i need you to stay."

and sunghoon breaks

because that’s it, isn’t it?

he always thought he could fix things. that he could come back, apologize, smooth things over

but you just needed him to choose you in the first place. consider your feelings for once !

sunghoon, shaking: "i—i know. i’m so sorry."

"so prove it."

sunghoon: "…huh?"

"you want me back? show me i can trust you again."

sunghoon, immediately nodding: "i’ll do anything."

"good. start by making it up to me. one date per week. my terms."

sunghoon, eagerly: "done. so… is this progress?"

 you’re smirking when you tell him, "it’s a start.”

sunghoon, voice cracking: "so… does this mean i can kiss you now?"

you, pretending to think about it: "hmm…"

sunghoon, ready to combust:

jay, in the background: "bro, if they make you suffer any longer, i’m gonna start feeling bad for you—"

sunghoon, whispering: "shut up, jay."

you, smirking: "guess you’ll have to find out."

sunghoon:

jay: "oh, that’s cold."

sunghoon: "i hate you."

post-reconciliation: sunghoon is a changed man aka YOU have the upper hand FOREVER now muhahahaha

sunghoon is now completely, utterly WHIPPED UGHHH

you mention being hungry? he’s already booking a reservation in the finest diner in the land

you tease him constantly about how down bad he is

"you used to be so smug, what happened?"

"you destroyed me. congratulations."

sunghoon is now clingy as hell. he was grumpy before? now he’s just your personal lapdog

sunghoon: "i just think it’s so funny how you used to annoy me so much, and now—"

yn: "now?"

sunghoon: "…now i feel physically ill when you’re not near me."*

yn: "that’s tragic. anyway, i need to go—"

sunghoon: "NO"

every time you threaten to leave him for fun, he immediately panics LOL

"you wouldn’t"

"wouldn’t i?"

"YN, DON’T PLAY WITH ME LIKE THIS"

jay is having the time of his life watching this

"wow, the mighty sunghoon. reduced to a simp."

"SHUT UP, JAY."

also,, according to jay, sunghoon’s reputation? RUINED

jay has seen things. sunghoon used to be cool, but now?

jay: "damn, yn, how does it feel to have a 6-foot guard dog?"

yn: "he's more like a golden retriever."

jay: "nah, he's a pomeranian. small, yappy, obsessed with his owner."

sunghoon: "i can hear you"

jay: "okay but did i lie????"

in conclusion,, sunghoon’s not gonna be messing up for a long long time

[pshbites]

kaia’s grwm routine this morning:

- wake up

- no doubt jay.

- skincare routine

- day dream jay

- change

- jay

- jay

- jay

- JAY.

[spinchip]

For the Find Your Way Home AU, are there any character relationships or connections that you think would be different from canon because the ninja all meet each other at a different point in life/under new circumstances? Like, for example, are they less close with Zane because they only just met him and didn't know him while he still thought he was human? Is bonding with Lloyd easier because they didn't deal with him trying to go all "child villain" on their asses?

ohhhh ohhhhh the Zane dynamic in the group is so fun because he's not human, he knows hes not human, and he's actively keeping it a secret. he's lying to them! for a long time! because of this, hes effectively always keeping the others at arms length. he can't risk anyone getting close because they might find out. this puts a wedge between him and the others until they find out about his secret (which is... seasons down the line. oops.) also they think he's weird ❤️ and all his extensive knowledge, seer abilities, and android nature only add to that. it takes them longer to warm up to him.

bonding with Lloyd is definitely easier because to them he's just some kid signed up for a tournament he should NOT be in. they want to protect him!! and Lloyd also has a lot going on that really helps him relate to the others, and he's more willing to be open about those things. doesn't know his dad, who left when he was a kid? hey Kai! feels he's destined for something greater and feels the pressure to live up to that mysterious bar? Nya! complicated relationship with a parental figure? helloooo Cole! Different in an unexplainable way that sets him apart from others? Zane! has a hard time making friends and uses sarcasm to shield himself? Jayyyyy!

Cole and Jay take a loooong time to trust and rely on the others. they have each other, and that's a crutch they both constantly fall back on. they know where they stand with each other and don't have to worry about guessing games with the others.

Kai is not really into the whole Elemental Masters thing, but he forms a close bond with Lloyd and Nya really pushes him to embrace his destiny so he finally warms up to the idea. part of him is still resistant so that can cause a bit of contention between him and zane especially, who'd fully committed to his role as the White Ninja.

Nya's relationship with kai suffers a lot during this because Nya always KNEW she was destined for greatness!! and then she learns about this amazing prophecy... that her brother is part of. her brother, who wouldn't even have come along if not for her. who wants no part of it. HE'S in the prophecy. and he's still trying to baby her and take care of her. she's bitter towards them all but doesn't show it

feel free to ask about specific relationships!

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