#probably good for future SO test too

[pyromaniac-cyndaquil]

pmd chatot for blorbo bingo? ^^

He's a silly rabbit. I love him

[salsflore]

[pissfizz]

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[ncttytrack]

Valedictorian - l.hs (m)

He never knew that the nerdy-virgin thing you had going on would turn him on, but maybe it did. And he needed to do something about it. 

☆ Summary: Heeseung is your sworn enemy and you hate everything about him. You hate how he looks, you hate the fact that he gets better grades than you, and you hate the way he makes you cry. The problem however, is that you are his favorite plaything, and he couldn't get enough of you.

☆ Genre: Academicrival!Heeseung, Badboy!Heeseung, nerdy!reader, virgin!reader, SMUT

☆ Words: 5,2k+

☆ Warnings: Dacryphilia, a looot of crying, Dom!Heeseung, Sub!Reader, Manipulation, Heeseung is super mean, degradation (praising in the end though), chocking

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You had always been at the top of your class, getting straight A’s throughout all of high school. You didn’t care that you never went to parties, never talked to boys, or the fact that everyone calls you ‘teachers pet’ behind your back. It’s you who are going to have the bright future you have always dreamt of, and not them. And, if you are at the top of your class at the end of high school, the valedictorian title would be yours, and the dream of attending a top university would be achieved. But it was one person that was ruining everything for you. 

Lee Heeseung. Even his name makes your blood boil. Lee Heeseung. Leeee. Heeeeseung. Urgh. He wasn’t always there, and oh you wish you could turn back time to freshman year when he wasn’t present in your life. When you first saw him, you didn’t think he was much more than a low-lifer like your other classmates. Black hair, eyeliner, tight black clothing? Ah so an emo then, probably too depressed to be good at school, spending all day rutting in his room listening to mcr. Or he was maybe a bad boy, spending all his weekends on parties and fucking girls without even knowing their name.

But you were so wrong.

You clearly remember the day when you realized Heeseung might even be smarter than you, which was also the first day you talked to him. You had just got back the result from a massive math test, and of course you got an A. You triumphantly look at your score, 96/100, not bad - you thought, could definitely be better, but surely no one else got as high of a score as you did. That’s what you thought until you squinted at Heeseungs table beside yours. 

Down on his desk you saw his exam paper, and you could not believe your eyes. To make sure you saw right, you adjusted your thick glasses. 100/100. What? How is that even possible? Was Heeseung a nerd?

Not realizing that your stare caught his eye, you get surprised when his voice interrupts your thoughts. “Jealous? People have told me a lot about you.” Wtf? You get startled by his dark voice, looking up at Heeseungs dark orbs with an irritated expression. You observe him. His body is tilted back against his chair, legs spread wide - as if he wants to show off his dominance. His ripped jeans and the shirt he was wearing was both black, which is the color he always wears. His black hair was peeking out from the same coloured bennie, and his ear was covered with silver piercings. You hate the fact that his bad-boy-emo persona makes your heart skip a quick beat. He is so annoyingly good looking that it hurts, hurts even more now that you know he is a smart asshole. 

“What the fuck did you say”, you say, trying to sound intimidating even while wearing your thick nerdy glasses. People have told things about me? What? His lips turn into a smirk, and with his elbow on the table in front of him, he leans his head down on his hand. His eyes look at you up and down to take in your appearance. You are wearing a neatly ironed shirt, paired with a pastel yellow thick sweater and a pleated skirt just above the knees. The skirt looks way too big for you, and way too long. How old were you, fifty? The tights that you were wearing were thick, making anyone unable to see your skin through the fabric, and your hair was far from styled - messy, as if you just woke up. Probably were up all night studying for the test he aced. You looked like a nerdy-virgin (which you were), and he couldn’t help but to imagine what you would look like under all that clothing. 

“Well, that you were supposed to be this wannabe smart-ass, and annoying, really…” Oh so he is not just a nerd, but also an asshole. In frustration you turn your whole body facing him, before standing up so you can look down on him - getting the upper hand. With a hand on your hip and another on your glasses, you really do look like a smart-ass. “So, what? Are you saying I'm not smart?” He chuckles at your attempt in challenging him and stands up, looking down at you. He tilts his head and pouts his lips at you. Fuck he is tall. Embarrassingly, you look down at your feet and begin to fiddle with the hem of your shirt. No boy has never been this close to you, especially someone like him, someone bad. 

“Maybe you are, but you are nothing compared to me, bunny”. Bunny. Ah hell nah. You quickly look up at him again with furrowed brows, oozing with anger. Did he just use a pet name on you? How dare he look down at you like this, and how dare he try to flirt with you. “Please, everyone knows that I am going to be valedictorian, dick” You say and cross your arms in front of your chest, puffing out air and looking to the side to avoid his gaze. What you don’t know however, is how your arms in front of your chest pushes your boobs up, making Heeseung able to look down your shirt. “Let’s see who gets that title, Sweetheart.” He bites his lips to hide the laugh he lets out, enjoying the state you are in right now. “By the way, cute bra. I love the color blue” he says and walks out of the classroom leaving you speechless. You look down. Fuck. You didn’t know that one of the buttons had opened up when you crossed your arms. You will never wear stupid this bra again.

This was just the beginning, and during the last years of high school Heeseung could not stop bothering you. And as the times passed, the hatred for Heeseung increased. The way he looked at you teasingly when you got something wrong in class makes you want to vomit, the way he would brag when he got a better grade, makes you want to punch him hard right in his face and the way he was watching you throughout class, making it impossible to concentrate, makes you want to scream in his face.

But that was not even the worst thing about him. He knew he was hot, and he knew that you thought so too. Therefore, at least once a day he would embarrass you, torment you, flirt with you. How could someone be this bad, this sinful disturbing a girl like you. He would always sit beside you in every class, even though you protested him not to. Occasionally you would feel his hand on your thigh sliding up and down, making you shiver. You would always immediately slap his hand away, ignoring him throughout the day. What was his deal? 

Another day you remember clearly, exactly a year after first talking to Heeseung. You were starting to get used by his daily torment, almost getting immune from his mean comments. I guess he wanted to step it up a notch, and decided to do it during a presentation in English. You were as prepared as you could be, wearing a neatly ironed blazer and a hair up in a ponytail to look professional during your speech. Your speech cards were decorated with blue paper, perfectly organized in order for you to ace the speech in front of your classmates. 

The teacher called up your name, you got to the front, and started talking. You were good, so good, and you could see the anticipation throughout the class. Your flow was on point, not showing a single sign of nervousness. That was until you met Heeseungs gaze in the back of the classroom. Heeseung hated to see you succeed, including this geeky english speech. He was even more annoyed when he saw what you were wearing. Again with the try-hard-good-girl clothing. The blazer? Too big. And could you not let your hair out for a single day? Nonetheless, he got bored doing nothing but listening to your nonsense, his speech was better anyways, but he couldn’t let you go away unbothered. 

With his legs wide apart, and a hand on his thigh he looked at you, smirking - licking his lips even. You begin to stutter with your words, losing the confidence you built up for the presentation over the last four days. You couldn’t look away, and continued to watch Heeseung grace his veiny hand up and down his leg. Everyone else noticed that there was something up with you - the top student stuttering during a graded speech? Still, you continued - and tried to calm yourself down, until you met his eyes once again. Now, he was sending you a wink, while biting his lips. You unwillingly let out a surprised gasp, his actions making you drop all your cards on the floor. In panic, you quickly let out a weak “sorry..”, before dropping down on your knees, picking up all the cards. 

The teacher looked at you concerned, “Are you sure you don’t want to do the speech again?” You looked down on your feet, too scared to look up knowing who is watching you. “No, it’s okay”, you say before storming out of the classroom. While you do so, you look back to see a laughing Heeseung.

Since then Heeseung could never stop bother you, he loved to see you so worked up. He loved the face you would make when seeing his result on a test, he loved how irritated you became when he talked loudly with his friends about how much better he was than you. But he also loved how quiet you would be when teasing you. Seeing your flushed face when being touchy, stuttering when he lowered his face towards your neck to whisper something in your ear, only for him to say how much of a loser you were - making you punch him away. He never knew that the nerdy-virgin thing you had going on would turn him on, but maybe it did. And he needed to do something about it. 

“Man, why are you always staring at her? Give her a break” Jake says, looking at Heeseung. He was sitting at a table eating lunch in the cafeteria with his closest friends. He had known all of them throughout high school, and they were even close now in senior year. They also knew his obsession with teasing, as Heesung himself likes to call you, his ‘loser classmate’. He looked at you, you were sitting alone reading a book - as always, eating a sandwich your mom probably made. You were wearing the same ugly skirt you always wore, with a blouse that was way too big. The thick glasses that were helping you read your boring history book, were resting low on your nose bridge. Sensing that someone was watching you, you looked up only to see Lee Heeseung staring at you. Urgh, Why does he always do this? He smirks when you look at him, biting his lips to make you nervous. As irritated it makes you - it works, making you look down at your History book you were reading for the massive test later the same week. 

Heeseung lets out a chuckle when Sunghoon punches his arm. “You sure love to tease her, why do you even do that anyways”. Heeseung looks at him and cocks an eyebrow, as if the answer to his question isn’t obvious. How can you resist making fun of something like that? “Because she is a loser, and the way she acts when I tease her is way too enjoyable for me to stop?” He says and takes a sip out of the cola in front of him, still staring at you. “Hmm, I don’t know Heeseung. Maybe she has a freaky side, all nerds do” Jay says and turns around to look back at you. Jay also staring at you is too much for you to bear, so you quickly gather your things and leave, looking back at Heeseungs table. That was when Heeseung got an idea, something that would sure really rile you up. 

“Of course she has a freaky side, Jay. Haven’t you heard?” He says and looks at the others. With wide eyes the boys look at each other, shaking their heads. “No, bro, what do you mean? '' Jake says with a curious expression, always a sucker for some high school gossip. Heesung signals them to lean in so he could whisper, and they do. “Last week y/n got a B on a super important math test - oh you should’ve seen her face, and because she was so desperate to get an A, she gave Mr.Park a blow job after the lesson in his office.” He lied, of course. He knew that you got an A from that test and would never suck off a teacher. But he can just imagine the look on your face when you find out about the nasty rumor. His friends let out a big gasp at his words, not believing that the school's good girl did something like that to get a better grade. “ No way dude, you are lying”, Jay says and punches Heeseungs chest. Heeseung brings his hands in front of his chest to defend himself. “No, trust me! I saw everything.” 

The rumor spread like wildfire, and It didn’t take long before everyone knew about it, including you. You already knew who would come up with something like this, and that’s why you are running towards the library to find him. He may have made everyone in school think that you went down on your teacher for a better grade, but oh but you were not going down without a fight. You hurriedly run down the hall towards the library.

With tears embarrassingly streaming down your face, you run up to Heeseung and his friends in the library. He looks up at you with a cocky expression, laughing when he sees your tears behind your thick glasses. He looks at Jake, “Do you see her? The way she cries? So embarrassing” You are now standing right infront of him. He continues, “What do you want? Do you want to suck me off too, bunny?” You swallow down your saliva, gaining courage to look deep into his eyes. “Stand up Heeseung” You say, your hands formed in fists. He looks around at his friends, laughing, before standing up crossing his arms in front of his chest. Heeseung looks down at you. You are wearing the same thing you wore the first day he talked to you, although now the sleeves on your shirt is wet from wiping your tears. Your face is red and puffy from crying, and small parts of your mascara are now under your eyes. He towered over you, making you feel small and fragile. But that was not going to stop you from standing up to yourself though.

“Why did you spread a rumor about me sucking off Mr.Park for a better grade?” You say, still looking at Heeseung. He lets out a chuckle and tilts his head to the side. He walks up to you, getting closer with any second. “Who said that was a rumor? What I know is that you went down on your fragile little knees and wrapped your dirty little mouth around Mr.Parks cock. I heard you were good too, really knowing how to use that soft tongue, and here I thought you were a virgin. Maybe you want to show me how you did it? Of coarse if you are even able to fit my massive cock in your mouth” 

Oh he was sooo dead. “What the fuck did you say to me?!” You scream at him, punching him in his stomach. He lets out a grunt from the pain. Right after, he grabs your wrist and lifts it up - almost making your feet leave the ground. You breath hitched, surprised by his sudden movement. His face is close to yours, making you feel his hot breath on your face. “Did you just fucking punch me?” If you thought Heeseung was scarry before, it was nothing compared to now. You immediately regretted punching him. Before the conflict could escalate any further, a teacher stormed into the library and separated both of you. “What is going on here? Y/n I thought higher of you, and Heeseung, why are you threatening another student! Detention, after school, both of you!” She says and storms away.

Detention. No way. You look up at Heeseung with tears in your eyes. “This is your fucking fault.” He only looks at you with a smirk on his face. “Let’s settle this in detention sweetheart” 

You were already crying when you walked to detention. You hate Heeseung. Hate the fact that he is so smart, even getting better results than you - probably making him earn the valedictorian title instead of you. You hate the way he looks. How can someone be so smart and look like that? Dressed in all black, eyes coated with black eyeliner, hair covered in a dirty beanie, his stupid piercing that made him look like a bad boy, stupid combat boots that would echo the halls when he stomped his feet on the ground, how stupid you felt for thinking he was hot, stupid, stupid, stupid! 

The classroom is completely quiet, the only people in detention being you, Heeseung and the teacher guarding you. You had brought your history book, still studying for the same history test - at least you were productive to keep your grades up. But still, this bothered you. Of course it was only you Heeseung in detention, wouldn't it be other students too? At least then you wouldn’t have to be alone with him. As if the devil heard you complain, the teacher suddenly stood up from her chair. “I’m just going down for a coffee break, don’t do anything stupid - I’ll be back in twenty minutes” She says and walks out, slamming the door after her. The classroom was at first completely quiet, before someone spoke up. 

“Twenty minutes?" That is a looong time”. You look besides you at Heeseung from across the classroom. His body is facing you and his hand is on his thigh, creeping up closer to his cock, the same way he did during your speech that one time. You were already weak, unable to look away from the thing you swore you hate. His tight ripped jeans hugging his thighs perfectly makes your mouth water, but the way he looks at you makes you want to run away. Stop it y/n! He is doing this on purpose! You were already trembling, your feet bouncing against the floor while biting your nails anxiously. You tried to read your book, tried to concentrate on the French revolution you were supposed to have a test on, but Heeseungs gaze was - something. 

Heeseung stands up from his chair, walking towards you until he is right beside you. You glance at him behind your glasses, still trying to concentrate on your studies, trying to ignore the weird feeling in your stomach. You really are a loser, only his presence makes you want to cry. “Look at me, bunny” He says and licks his lips. Oh, he loves this. Loves how he can see your bottom lip tremble. You didn’t look at him however, still reading your book. 

Irritated, he pokes the inside off his cheek with his tongue, and lets out a sigh before grabbing your chin, almost lifting up your entire body using his strength. The chair you were sitting on falls to the ground from his movement. Tears are already forming in your eyes, before sliding down your cheeks. Why is he so scary? “I said look at me? What is it in that demand that you don’t understand, sweetheart?” He says and backs you up, still holding your chin, making you sit on the desk behind you. You bite your lips trying to muffle your cries, but it was no use, Heeseung could still see how scared you were from your tears. “T-this is unfair!” you try to let out between hiccups, your thighs clenching together from being this close to your sworn enemy. Being this close to him, you are able to smell him - a mix of mens perfume and sweat filling up your nostrils. 

Heeseung looks down on you with furrowed eyebrows, he slides his thumb across your swollen lips. Damn you cry all the time, is it this easy to make you upset? “What is unfair, baby?” He says, trying to sound sweet, even though he is forcing you in this position, the thumb leaving your lip so he can wrap his hand around your neck. You let out a yelp, which makes him chuckle. Through sobs you try to let out an answer. “It’s unfair how much I've fought to be at the top of my class, only for you to barge in and be better than me. Not only that but you're so mean to me, using your strength to force me like this” 

First, he doesn’t answer, suddenly putting his hand on your thigh to spread them apart. You don’t even try to fight back anymore, lost in the way he looks at you. Heeseung grabs the end of your long skirt, and pushes it up to your thighs. “Mhm, using my strength to force you? Am I forcing you baby?” He says and bites his lips, his hand still playing with the hem of your ugly rolled up skirt. He tilts his head, and the hand leaves the front of your neck to pull out the ponytail you were wearing, letting your hair down. “I know how you look at me. Probably loving the idea of a bad-boy fucking the nerdy good girl up, making you sweat, making you tremble with my touch” The hand leaves your head and wraps around your neck again but from the back. His other hand is closing up towards your inner thigh, and the closer he gets to your core - the heavier your breathing gets. 

“That’s not true, I could never find someone as irritating, mean, annoying as you attractive. Even though your tal frame, your strength, and your black silhouette would make any other girl fall, I’m not like the others” He chuckles at your statement, you just exposed yourself by the way you described him. Suddenly, he leans down towards your neck, giving you kisses with his soft lips. The sudden contact, that you had never experienced before, makes you bring up your hands to Heeseungs chest to grab his shirt, trying to push him away. But he is too strong, and your grip loosens when you feel his other hand just above your core. 

You unwillingly let out a moan at the feeling. What is going on? “Oh, are you not? So you don’t like it when I touch you like this?” He says, pressing his fingers harder down against your clit, making your back arch. The humiliation is too much, and your entire face is wet from the crying. You hate how weak he makes you feel, and how much you know he can do to you, and how much you would let him. Your glasses are getting foggy, making Heeseung chuckle, before taking them off. The sight of your teary eyes without your glasses makes his cock twitch. “Aw, baby, don’t cry. I’m going to take care of you, bunny” 

You pathetically nod your head, before letting out a high-pitched moan at the feeling of his finger on your clit, making soft circles through the fabric. Only this could bring you over the edge, this being the first time someone touched you. Heeseung let out a chuckle when seeing how desperate you were, making him want to push you even further. Therefore, he stopped touching your clit to pull off your thighs under your skirt. “No- stop!” You say, trying to push him away for the last time, even though you secretly want him to continue. You can’t let someone like him touch you like this, your reputation would be ruined. 

“What baby, you want me to stop?” He says, while pulling off your panties and letting his finger come in contact with your bare skin. You don’t answer, too busy letting out sweet moans from his touch. God he was good at this. Your hand leaves his chest, and grabs his shoulders to keep yourself from falling back out of pleasure. Heeseungs other hand begins to button up your blouse, laughing when he sees the same blue bra you were wearing at your first encounter. 

“If you want me to continue, you have to actually beg for it bunny” Heeseung says, laughing in your face at the whine you let out when he stops touching your clit. Desperate to feel pleasure, desperate for his touch, desperate for him, you unwillingly get down on your knees in front of him. Heeseung gets surprised by this, thinking you would never do what he says. 

Through ugly cries, tears running down your cheeks in desperation, you clasp your hands together in front of your chest and look up at the man in front of you. Because of your open blouse, the tears from your eyes run down your neck, between your boobs, something that Heeseung can’t keep his eyes away from. He always adored your cries, definitely if it came because of him, definitely if it made you look like this. “Please Heeseung, please”

You sure knew how to beg like a bitch.  

“Don’t worry bunny, I’m going to take care of my nerd real good” He grabs the back of your hair and pulls you up to your feet- earning a loud whine from the pain you feel in your scalp. He flips you around so your back is against his chest and punches you down on the wooden desk, while throwing away your history book with his other hand. You let out a pathetic cough from the hard impact from the fall, feeling the air being pushed out from your chest. Knowing he does not have a lot of time to fuck you, Heeseung quickly wraps the hem of your skirt, dragging it down to your ankles. The sight of your bare skin makes him let out a groan, making you wet. He unbuttons his pants, pulling them down alongside with his boxers to let his hard cock free. He looks at the clock on the wall beside him, 10 minutes before the teacher gets back. 

The contact of his cock against your wet folds makes your knees buckle, only being able to stand up from the grip Heeseung have on your waist. The embarrassment you are feeling is still making you cry, feeling defeated with your bare ass up in the air in front of the biggest asshole you have ever met. Heeseung leaves his hand from your waist up to your mouth to cover your cries, he was maybe an asshole but he doesn’t want to get caught.  

Before you could protest any further, he pushes himself into you, making you cry out of pain and pleasure. He was massive, and if you weren't so wet already from his harsh words, then you would never be able to take all of him. “Shh, shh, bunny, I’m going to be careful alright? I know it’s your first time taking cock”, he says, while pushing in and out of you slowly. Everytime he pushes himself into you, your back arch, making Heeseung let out a chuckle from your pathetic movements.

The only sound coming from the classroom was your muffled cries alongside with wet slapping sounds from the way Heeseung fucks into you. But Heeseung can’t resist, he needs to hear more of you, so he removes his hand from your mouth so you can let out your moans free. When he does, he grabs your waist again, stabilize himself, before fucking harder into you - getting impatient by treating you like a fragile doll. 

His cock is hitting into you as deep as it could go, making you let out a loud cry. It's painful and you can’t feel more disgusting than what you already do, pushing back to make him go even deeper. He lets out a loud groan from your sudden movement. How did he turn this nerdy good girl into something so nasty? 

“You’re such a dirty girl, y/n” Heeseung says, not slowing down his pace. Too lost in the pleasure you agree, giving him a weak nod between moans. “Tell me you are dirty, say it!” He says, feeling how he gets closer and closer by any minute, looking at the clock between thrusts to make sure you don’t get caught. “Im a d-dirty girl, Heeseungie” The way you say his name could make him cum then and there, but for your sake he tries to hold back. 

He lets out a laugh at your response, realizing that he finally got you under his spell. “Say how much better I am than you, tell me that you are nothing, nothing more than my little nerdy loser to play with, say it bunny” Heeseung says, slapping your ass right after, making you cry even harder. The pain, the pleasure, the fury you feel inside of you is making your head fuzzy, not caring if the words you are about to say will make you look pathetic. “Yes! You are so much better than me, I’m nothing except yours Hee!”

The guilt you feel inside your chest is almost unbearable. Your worst enemy had just made you swallow your pride while fucking roughly into you over the schooldesk in an empty classroom. All this work to seem like a good girl, wasted, only to get dicked down by someone who makes you cry every night. He has taken everything from you, your virginity, your confidence, not to mention the dream to become valedictorian. Heeseung can feel the shame oozing out of you, and he hugs your body from behind to get a stronger grip so he can fuck into you harder. You feel his sweaty, muscular, chest against your back, and you lean your head back against his shoulder to feel some sort of comfort.

 “Fuck yes, your mine alright baby? Now cum all over my cock” He says, fastening his pace. You cum because of his words, his commands, and the feeling of your juices covering his cock brings him over the edge, making him cum as well. He doesn’t pull out however, fucking his cum into you for a few seconds before realizing that the teacher is back in any seconds. 

Heeseung pushes your body away from him, and you are too weak to stand so you fall down on the hard floor. Your whole body hurts, and you try to use your strength to stand back up, until you feel Heeseungs arms wrap around your body. He helps you to pull on your clothes, helping you sit down in your chair as he brushes your sweaty hair away from your red face. “You were so good baby, so good for me”. He says as he gives you your thick glasses, dirty from being on the floor. He gives you a kiss on the forehead, and rubs your cheek with his thumb. “You are mine now bunny, understand?” You give him a weak nod, before he walks away to his desk.

When the teacher got back, she had no idea that the schools ‘good girl’ finally got ruined by her worst nightmare.

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Finally another fic! Rebloggs are really appreciated :)

[married-to-google-translater]

Hii!! May i req being childhood friends with the twst dorms leaders?? Im so desperate to read another one of those

Okkaaay~

This is for Malleus and Leona. Others come later.

Leona Kingscholar

Your parents and Leona's parents were friends.

Because of this, you would spend a lot of time with Leona and Farena when you were visiting.

And you also got to participate in their family vacations as well.

Of the two brothers, you got along better with Leona.

Maybe because you were more his age.

You believed from the beginning that Leona could be great.

You were probably the only one…

This would boost Leona's self-esteem.

And make him want to spend a lot of time with you.

That's how you become friends.

Leona would trust you very much.

He would be very open about his feeling and opinion towards his brother.

And you would listen to him.

Leona would appreciate you for that.

He would really appreciate you.

Even if he doesn't always show it.

Your friendship can sometimes go to the "Insult friendship" side.

But in good spirits.

Both of you are applying for NRC because why not?

Leona would like to piss Falena off and you would just like to test your limits.

You really wouldn't believe you could get in.

So your surprise will be big when you do.

You would have the power to make Leona wake up really fast…

And a bucket of water too XD.

Malleus Draconia

You were Malleus friend.

His only friend.

You would probably be the child of one of the servants in the castle.

At first you found Malleus scary.

But in the beginning, Lilia also gives you candy if you keep Malleus company.

Free candy is free candy.

And that's how your amazing friendship began :D

Even if Malleus doesn't know about this detail.

When you were friends you would spend all your time together.

Malleus wouldn't want to be alone anymore.

Because now he would have you.

Little Malleus doesn't really know how "friend sharing" works.

And he has no interest in learning.

Not now and not in the future.

Although the older Malleus would be ok if you had some friends of your own.

As parents, to spend all the time together.

But you meet at least three times a week.

The meetings would be long.

Of course if you are not accepted by NRC this would complicate things.

Fortunately, however, Malleus knows how to teleport

Nothing could stop him from coming to your meeting.

Usually you talk and eat ice cream.

These moments would be his greatest treasures.

[ham1lton]

PARTY IN THE U.S.A!

pairings: charles leclerc x actress!reader.

faceclaim: rachel mcadams.

summary: before the miami grand prix, o/s posts you and charles goes on a journey to find you. too bad that time has plans of its own.

author’s note: the request said you wanted to have reader be introduced to charles through another driver’s gf but because i’m egotistical, i chose to link this to the nepo sister universe. so they meet through o/s. also i changed it up slightly! this can be read independently of the nsu but it’ll be more enjoyable if you read the other works.

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oldersister: our new film ‘material girl’ is now out! enjoy my cameo in my best friend’s film! so proud of her and the most incredible team who worked with us to create this incredible film. thank you for allowing me to be a part of this 💕

neposisreader: a smile might be good.

-> oldersister: nothing to smile about in my life.

-> neposisreader: i already apologised for bringing lando to dinner without a warning!

user3: running to the cinema to watch this!

user1: so jealous of her life icl.

user4: no cause i had no clue o/s and y/n are childhood besties?! this changes everything.

user5: the two pretty best friends everyone has been looking for.

landonorris: whooo look at my sister in law 🥳

-> oldersister: blocking you immediately actually.

-> landonorris: WAIT !! 😩😭

user6: what’s charles doing here in the likes 🤨

-> user7: he’s friends with o/s. that’s probably all there is to it.

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yourusername: i had the best time working with the most magnificent group of people on this movie. ‘material girl’ is currently out! i had the opportunity to work with the best and make something truly unforgettable. keep an eye out for my bestie’s cameo! also my niece came to come visit me on set. my favourite gift <3

neposisreader: mrs fluffkins is evil.

-> yourusername: she’s an angel!

-> oldersister: exactly! thank you!!

-> yourusername: you know i got you bestie 😘

user1: you look so good in this shade of blonde!

user2: brb running to get my regina george halloween costume.

user3: charles liking y/n related posts? hmmm 🤨 you not slick baby.

*liked by landonorris.*

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ynswife: our girl y/n dropped to the jimmy fallon show to spill all the gossip about her newest film, her love of miami and her best friend oldersister.

user1: i love her tan and this hair on her!

-> user2: she’s always so happy and bubbly after spending time with o/s. that’s truly her girl.

user3: i watched material girl with my best friends and i almost cried at the end when regina had her big speech. i love y/n’s acting sm.

-> user4: she’s going to be in the david fincher adaptation of gone girl! so excited for her! she’s gonna kill it!

user8: did you guys notice how she stayed silent when the topic of her love life came up? she’s always so quick to mention she’s single….

-> user9: when she comes out as dating o/s >>>>

-> user17: when the doctors come back with your tests and legally diagnose you with delusional tendencies >>>

-> user12: what if she’s dating charles?? he’s been interacting with a lot of her accounts recently…

-> user7: i’m gonna put my hand on yours when i say this okay? that’s not happening beloved.

liked by oldersister, neposisreader and 1,627,892 others.

yourusername: miami i lovee youu 😘

oldersister: when did you take that pic of us?

-> yourusername: the lady behind us took it! she sent it to me through airdrop <3 you looked so cute i had to post it.

-> user1: they’re 100% dating.

-> user2: nah they’re definitely friends.

user3: WHO IS THE GUY IN THE THIRD PIC?

-> user4: it’s her costar! the proportions match!

-> charles_leclerc: no it isn’t. lol.

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charles_leclerc: here is my ‘hard launch’ and now that i’ve got your attention. go watch my amazing talented girlfriend in her newest movie ‘material girl’.

oldersister: i still don’t like this.

-> landonorris: charles and i are in-laws now 😘

-> oldersister: who unblocked you from my instagram???

-> landonorris: WAIT NO 😭

user1: yasss watch this masterpiece of a movie!!

*liked by charles_leclerc.*

user2: king of promotion. y/n needs to get him a job in the marketing department.

danielricciardo: watched this film five times and if you saw me cry… no i didn’t.

user3: they’re actually so cute together?? this is growing on me.

yourusername: approved ✔️

-> charles_leclerc: just jumped in joy 😍‼️

[onlyswan]

summary: in which music waters a wilting flower on a chilly autumn night and jungkook is stuck by the glue onto you.

> idol!jungkook x reader / strangers to lovers / fluff, slight angst / wc: 4.4k

> warnings: mentions of oc’s toxic ex bf, slutshaming, and alcohol

> in which masterlist!

note: the in which couple’s first encounter reveal?! has arrived with a bam cameo at the end <3 recommend reading the ‘first times’ in the masterlist next if you haven’t yet :D as always reblogs and/or feedback are appreciated 🥰 and yes. i love beabadoobee.

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“sir, will you help me-“ you panic, eyes pleading for help as you look between the door and the owner of the music shop. “i think it’s stuck.”

“oh! of course, of course. i apologize about that.” the middle-aged man, quick to your aid, ducks out of the counter. “i ought to get this thing changed soon. spent a fortune on it but it’s not doing what it’s supposed to do.”

you copy his chuckle, watching him push up the still half-closed door before shoving it open to the side.

“thank you!” you politely bow your head before stepping out.

“come back again next time! i’ll give you a discount!”

“really? a discount? then i have no choice but to come back!” you whine playfully, smiling at the promise of saving money in the future. you present him another bow. “have a good night! close the door now, it’s cold.”

the 90’s love song playing inside becomes muffled when the transparent glass completely shuts out the outside world once again. instead, the lead vocalist’s voice is replaced by a golden and dulcet humming by a stranger.

you scan for the source of the sound, and at once, you discover it when you whip your head to the right. scrolling through his phone, he’s sitting at the far corner of the old wooden bench— the same boy who was paying at the counter when you stumbled into the store. unbeknownst to yourself, your heart skips a beat. you were transported to a field of flowers when you brushed past him, and you met his big brown eyes briefly when he turned to leave.

burdened by the heavy and uneven weight you’re carrying on your shoulders, you decide to rest on the other side of the bench while you wait for a taxi to pass by. you spare a glance at the oversaturated band posters on the off-white wall behind it before sitting down as their audience.

the humming ceases when he feels your presence beside him.

you cautiously set down the padded guitar bag on the ground, securing it in between your thighs, anxious of getting so much as a scratch on the precious instrument. it’s a dear friend’s birthday tomorrow, and you only found the time and the money to purchase her gift today.

you check your wrist watch. 10:13pm. you fell asleep in the library while studying for a test, and because of that, you’re probably going to be home at around midnight. this place is pretty far and secluded, but apparently it’s known for its good and rare finds. you went here with your friend two months ago just to window shop and one of their bass guitars caught her eye. naturally, you couldn’t resist. her birthday gift has to be this. for some reason, it just feels easier to spend money on your loved ones than yourself.

will you even manage to send a birthday message before you pass out to sleep again? god, you hope so.

you feel your empty stomach grumbling angrily, and you’re not sure if it makes a sound or if it’s all just in your muddled head. yup, you missed dinner, too.

“i’m so hungry.” you cry out quietly, resting your forehead on the neck of the guitar.

fine, maybe you subconsciously said it a little louder than quiet. it was a shot in the dark, curious if the stranger beside you would have any sort of reaction. you hope for a glance at most. he has beautiful eyes, ones you almost feel envious of.

“me too.“ the sulky response slips out of his mouth with an exhausted sigh.

the sound of his voice makes you perk up in pleasant surprise, gazing at him with an amused, tight-lipped smile. on the other hand, he stiffens from the realization of what he just did. he stops manspreading, straightening himself up and awkwardly clearing his throat.

“sorry… it was a reflex.”

“it’s okay.” you reassure him with a quick laugh.

you tear your eyes away from him, watching the moths frantically flying under the street lamps. it’s silent for a moment, except for the shop owner’s on-going playlist and the occassional singing of the abundant crickets.

you face him again with a flair of innocence.

“do you want a granola bar?”

he lifts his head to look at you, the screen’s light reflecting on his tan skin, and that grants you the ability to see his breathtaking eyes. there might’ve been countless instances when they hated how small this bench is, most likely a tight fit for three people, but right now, you wouldn’t have it in any other way.

“it’s just that… i’m going to eat it and it feels rude to eat alone knowing you’re hungry, too.”

his teeth sinks in lower lip, contemplating for a few beats before nodding his head. “yeah, sure. i’d like one. thank you.”

you bring out the tupperware from your messenger bag, unfastening the sides open and separating the lid. as your own wordless way of telling him that they’re not poisoned, you grab one first, taking a small bite, before offering the container to him.

“here you go.”

you stifle a cackle when he pulls down the sleeves of his black hoodie as if he’s preparing to eat a whole course meal. he’s so fucking cute, gentle and dainty while picking up the granola bar along with the parchment paper underneath it. that leaves you with three left. you set down the tupperware between the two of you, loosely putting the lid on top.

“huh?” he exclaims with big round eyes, hand hovering over his mouth as he chews. “did you make this?”

the question makes you wince nervously. he didn’t like it? you could’ve sworn it's the best batch you’ve made so far. “uhm, if it tastes good, then i did. if not-”

“no, no. i like it.” he giggles, waving his hand to shoo your worries. “it’s not too sweet, and it’s soft? how did you make it chewy?!”

“oh-” you breathe out a sigh, clutching your chest in relief. “i just follow a recipe i found online! my neighbor gives me honey like every week so i found a use for it.”

“well, it’s really good. thank you.” he gives you a kind smile, scrunching his nose before resuming to eat the snack you spent your sunday night preparing.

and it’s quiet again. you look the other way to hide the proud smile playing on your lips, the fluttering of your unguarded heart raging and stubborn. maybe if you put food in your mouth, you’ll stop talking… not.

“i’m ___.”

he swallows before replying, distinctive dimples near his mouth making an appearance. “i’m jungkook.”

jungkook. it suits him so well. it’s perfect.

“do you play the guitar?“ jungkook asks curiously, motioning at the instrument you’re holding.

“oh, no- i just got this for my friend’s birthday. she’s in a band.” you share with a chuckle. “what about you? what do you need those giant speakers for?”

“ahh, they are big, aren’t they?” he scrunches his nose, glancing at the two boxes beside his feet. “i just figured buying new speakers would motivate me to work on music more.”

“are you a singer?” you gasp dramatically for effect. “or perhaps, a rapper?”

“i mean…” he smiles sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders. “i guess i can rap, too.”

“that’s cool. i think you have a pretty talking voice, too.”

“aigoo, thank you so much.” he jokingly bends down his torso for a bow, clasping his hands together with the small remaining piece of granola bar in between before taking it in between his teeth.

the harmony of your laughter bleeds through the chilly air, providing your hearts a wave of much needed warmth.

“thank you too. you gave me an idea what to gift my friends next time.”

“speakers?” his face lights up like of a kid unboxing presents beside the christmas tree. you’ve never met anyone who looks this passionate at the mention of the said device— this whole interaction is giving you the urge to dive deeper into the world of music beyond the sphere of being a casual listener. “they’ll love it. it’s the best gift for me personally.”

you tilt your head to the side. “you know a lot about them?”

“hmmm, i don’t know.” he purses his lips as he hums, eyes falling on the ground as he ponders. “they’re important for shows and work so i naturally learn a lot about them… i often look for reviews and new releases. it’s like a hobby?”

“really? then i’m sold. i need you.”

the carelessly casual words escape your mouth before you can think twice.

“need me?” he repeats your word in surprise, pointing at himself.

you disguise yourself with a nod and a coy smile, acting nonchalant as if you’re not screaming inside. you’ve always been this shameless when you have nothing to lose, but he’s just so pretty that you want to learn shit like what his favorite food is and whether your zodiac signs are compatible even though you don’t believe in them.

“help me choose the best speakers to buy, one year from now. i don’t know anything about music at all, so i always have a hard time with gifts.” you’re pouting sadly by the end, your words bearing the weight of truth, albeit you’re also using them as an excuse to glue yourself onto him.

in your mind, five seconds feels like it’s stretching into eternity. he breaks out into a shy grin, playing with the parchment paper left in his hand before folding it over and over again until it becomes the same size as the nail of his thumb. he stuffs it into the pocket of his washed denim jeans.

“okay then, i should help you. give me your number?”

your hands graze each other as you lay hold of his phone, clueless instruments of your and jungkook’s youthful impulses and anticipation.

“do you have other ___’s in your contacts? should i name myself ‘___ from mj’s music box’?” you inquire half-jokingly, raising your eyebrows at him.

”ey, come on. there’s no need for that.” he chortles, staring back at you with an unnamed emotion in his eyes, but you quickly revert your attention to the screen and you don’t notice.

“i don’t think you’ll remember me just by my name a year from now, though.” you mutter to yourself as you tap on the screen. after that, you tap the call button to save his number on your phone as well.

you’re already handing him back his phone when he finally constructs a reply-

“is that so? then make it difficult for me to forget.”

and the air gets robbed from your lungs. it makes you wonder how many hearts he has broke, being this handsome and charming, and if you’ll even drag this out and stick around long enough to find out.

“be careful of your words. i’m pretty competitive.” you playfully taunt him, softly tugging his wrist to put the device on his delicately wide palm. “don’t blame me when i end up being the only person you think about.”

he matches your energy, a cocky smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he shakes his head. “psh, why would i? that doesn’t sound like a bad deal.”

why are you thinking of ways to keep this flowing instead of retreating and coming up with an obvious excuse to leave? as always, you find yourself most liberated when you meet new people, even when you know they’ll only be a fleeting presence in your life, here to leave a stain or a scar. you wish a taxi never arrives. you wish to be left stranded here for the rest night so you can hear him talk about the first song he ever wrote and you can tell him about the stupid song your first boyfriend wrote for you.

but alas, the universe intervenes with your fantasies and the approaching blazing headlights almost blind your blurry eyes.

you wave your hand to hail the taxi, and you smile at jungkook one more time. “time for me to go.”

“oh, okay.”

the vehicle parks infront of the bench. he watches you hurriedly toss the granola bar you never finished into the transparent tupperware, a feeling akin to disappointment gnawing at his guts.

“wait- weren’t you waiting for a taxi, too?” you wonder out loud as you slide the resealed container inside your bag.

“i’m fine, i have a ride. you go take it- oh, oh- let me help you with that-” he stands up abruptly when he sees you struggling to stand up, lifting the guitar to relieve you of the barrier.

“thanks, jungkook.” you laugh airily, getting on your feet, closer to him than you’ve ever been. he’s taller than you originally thought, and it’s hard to ignore the fact that his flexing forearms are veiny… (you have a suspicion that he’s doing it on purpose. the guitar bag isn’t that heavy.) those, paired with that pretty baby face— he’s so manly and so adorable in a way you’ve never seen in anyone else. he’s a beautiful, refreshing sight to behold.

you’re holding your breath, as if that would freeze the hands of the clocks, halt the earth from spinning on its axis because it’s the only way for you to stay without blaming yourself. the love songs haven’t stopped playing, and a slow acoustic sets out to delude you that this is a scene from an indie romance film, a beginning of something beautiful, but it rarely is. it never is.

his bunny teeth sink into his bottom lip, tainting it a darker shade of pink, before his tongue sneaks out to lick it. “you can go inside.” he generously says, slightly raising his arms to gesture at your cherished gift he’s grasping securely.

you only nod in understanding, walking past him and proceeding to open the door to slide into the backseat. you assist him in putting the guitar inside the taxi and over your lap, and you force your brain to shut down before you can speak again and your friskiness gets you into trouble.

“get home safe, ___!” he brightly chirps, waving at you goodbye.

your cheeks are starting to hurt from all the giddy smiles, but you just can’t stop, not when he has this contagious and bubbly expression painted on his face that’s simply impossible not to adore.

“you too, jungkook.”

his meticulous eyes briefly wander around your figure, checking if you’re too close, and then he carefully slams the door shut. you sink into your seat, swallowing the lump in your throat before telling the taxi driver your address.

you don’t want to think too much, so you close your eyes, hoping to get more sleep to recharge your mental and social batteries. unsurprisingly, you grow restless not even five minutes after. the soothing piano ballads faintly playing in the radio aren’t much help either. an infuriated scream hangs on the tip of your tongue, and you bite it down into dust. instead, you dish out your phone from the pocket of your bag to save jungkook’s number… but then the venomous voice of your ex calling you degrading names ranging from ‘an ungrateful, attention-seeking bitch’ to ‘a slut’ after you broke up with him echo in your tumultuous head, and you begin feeling pathetically small and nauseous. for a split moment you find yourself contemplating whether you should just delete it or not. out of guilt or out of fear, maybe both, you’re not quite certain.

what ultimately pull you out from the dark abyss of relentless overthinking are the first notifications you ever receive with his name attached to them.

Jungkook:

hey this is JK

i just thought of this now ?!..

trade my music equipment expertise for your magical granola bar recipe? :)

you bury your face in your hands, silently crying out— “ah shit, this is so annoying. why does he have to be so cute? i need a drink.”

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“i’m hungry.” the grumpy complaint spills from your tongue now that bam, your not-so little happy pill, is out from sight.

“me too.” jungkook juts out his bottom lip, lifting his head from your shoulder to look at you. “do you still have strawberry wafers in your bag?”

his question prompts you to hug it defensively. no, just no. “i’m saving them for emergencies-”

he puts his index finger infront of his lips, shushing you with a shake of his head. he tuts. “i know. this is an emergency, baby.”

cornered at the armrest of the couch, you have nowhere else to go. you unwillingly surrender to satisfying his craving, grimacing as he starts rummaging through your bag. this is exactly why you told him you should eat brunch before bringing in bam for his grooming, but jungkook insisted that it won’t take too long. sure, maybe the grooming session itself won’t… but the waiting in line part? that definitely took too long. making an appointment is technically futile when you’re visiting on a weekend.

“mhmmm, i love it.” he moans in satisfaction, devouring the slice of wafer in only two consecutive bites.

you glare at him when he offers you the plastic bag with a teasing smile, seizing it from his grip to snack on the treat while you continue to wait at the lounge area. you’re the only fur parents left here, the last clients before the staff goes on their hour-long lunch break. the sign on the door has been flipped to say ‘CLOSED’.

jungkook wraps one arm around you, pulling you closer by the shoulder and cupping your face with his warm hand to plant an apologetic kiss on your cheek. “i’ll cook you a hearty meal for dinner when we get home.”

you melt in his hold, leaning further against the backrest to release the tension from your body bred by hunger and impatience.

“really?” you feign nonchalance as you make the futile attempt of hiding the pleased smile curving on your lips. “i want chicken. the one you made before, with the creamy and spicy sauce.”

your mouth is practically watering as you describe the dish, the smell and taste of his cooking still vivid in your senses’ memory. it’s making the food you’re eating painfully insipid, but it’s better than nothing.

“and wine, too. no- actually, i’m craving tequi- argh, i’ll settle with wine.”

“okay! chicken and wine for dinner!” he agrees straight away, pressing a kiss on your temple before pinching one more stick of wafer between his fingers. he breaks it into two halves and gives one of them to you.

you accept it wordlessly, but a peculiar feeling is slithering its way into the tight confines of your heart, and you can’t withdraw your eyes from closely observing your gorgeous boyfriend. he brushes off the crumbs that fell on his white t-shirt and his lap after he finishes his share, still chewing as he tenderly takes the empty plastic from your hand. just as you predicted, he finds entertainment in folding it as small as possible.

“this is giving me déjà vu.”

“déjà vu?” he tilts up his head, doe eyes widening as you’ve captured his attention.

“uh-huh, you know when we first met…” you trail off, sending him a threatening look when the confused expression on his face stays unchanging. “you remember, right?”

his mouth hangs open before his eyebrows knit in irritation, posture straightening as he stammers with his defense. “what kind of question is that? you’re hurting my feelings- you were wearing a varsity jacket with the number 6 on it!”

“jungkook, i wore that like everyday for four months.”

his expression softens, pierced lip forming a pout. “do you even know that i-i… ah, i’ll show you instead!”

“show me what?”

he digs his hand in the pocket of his dark blue denim jeans, dishing out his wallet. you peer at him with curiosity as he rapidly unzips it to comb through his cards, pausing at his driver’s license and removing the white paper hiding behind it.

“no way-” you splutter, nearly choking on your own spit as your hunch grows enormously.

he unfolds it to reveal the faded blue ink that writes the most crucial and specific details of the first time the universe conspired to make your paths cross.

“look, i still have the receipt from the night! november 11…”

you notice him squinting at the faint characters, and you momentarily disconnect from the surge of mixed emotions to pull out his prescription glasses from the collar of his t-shirt. you affectionately wear it on him, weaving your fingers through his hair to brush away the loose strands from his bun blocking the lens.

“thanks baby- it’s november 11, 2017. at 9:55pm!”

jungkook originally kept this receipt for a month incase he had to return the speakers due to unforeseen defect or damage. but then you never stopped talking, and you became the only person he thinks of 24/7 just as your coquettish warning told. the thought of throwing it out never occured to him. instead, he preserved it in his wallet because he carries it with him everywhere he goes. he would even argue that it’s his most important property in it. he can have his credit cards cancelled then replaced, but this piece of paper is once in a lifetime.

mj’s music box closed down due to the pandemic. he hasn’t told you this, didn’t want to break your heart when he found out. he knows that you treasure the place as much as him, if not more.

meanwhile, the new-found knowledge has rendered you speechless, unblinking, buffering.

“what’s with that face? you’ve never seen this in my wallet?” he quizzes you in bewilderment, smiling humorously.

“of course i haven’t! you want me going through your wallet without permission?!” you whine, hugging his arm and hiding yourself behind his back to calm the intense pumping of your heart.

oh, your sweet, sweet jungkook— he never runs out of way to make you fall in love with him all over again.

“my love, you know i don’t care about things like that.” he chuckles, astonished by how you still highly value and respect his privacy and boundaries despite how long you’ve been together. it just occurs to him then, that at the very core of your relationship, this is probably why he never once regretted moving in with you. he says it all the time, but he just feels so goddamn lucky to have you in his life. he loves you. he loves everything about you. even the things he doesn’t like, he loves.

“aren’t you going to eat that?”

you’re overflowing with his love, you can’t stomach anything else.

“i won’t.”

“i’ll indulge myself then.” he cages your hand in his, raising it for the wafer to reach his lips. he bites it all the way down like a bunny eating a carrot, ending the journey with a chaste kiss on your knuckle. “you’re too quiet… are you crying?”

you shake your head profusely, tightening your embrace. “i love you so much, i can’t think. i just want to hug you.”

he smells a different type of sweet nowadays— more manly, more mature, binding you in an enrapturing spell, and with a suble hint of a baby scent that somehow makes him much more intoxicating. it’s overwhelming to think about— the amount of perfume bottles you’ve bought and consumed after asking one another if they smell too basic or too strong; the amount of times jungkook changed his wallet and took the receipt along with him because it only felt right.

“mkay, i’m not going anywhere.” he whispers, nosing at your hair.

and so, he stays stuck by the glue onto you as he gulps down a bottle of water, as he returns his wallet in his pocket with grunts of difficulty, as he deletes a promotional text on his phone sent by his service provider. he suspects that you’ve already fallen asleep. after all, you did spend the entire night dancing to the songs he sang along to. you wore the crocheted blanket you made as a cape and a dress, flowing with your graceful movements controlled by the lyrics and the beat and the melody and his compliments and his giggles.

he’s proven wrong when you slowly turn your head, cheek squished against his bicep. with heavy eyelids, you search for his hands, tangling them with your lonely ones.

“want to hear something silly about that day?”

“i’m all ears.” he beams eagerly, watching you twiddle with his long and slender fingers.

“do you know why i offered you my food?”

“because you couldn’t let a pretty boy like me succumb to starvation?”

“weeeell, there’s that…” you admit to his confident guess. “but aside from that, i wanted to see your nails closely.”

“my nails?”

you make a noise of confirmation as you trace his tattoos, a laugh seeping from the cracks of your relaxed demeanor. “to see if they were clean and trimmed or not.”

“so…” jungkook, the most hygienic man you’ve ever met, is digesting what you just confessed to him. “if they were dirty, you never would’ve told me your name?”

“hmm, yeah. because i always badgered my ex about it and you know how that relationship ended, so i thought enforcing those type of rules would help because i don’t want to deal with that shit again.” you cringe at younger you’s naivety and desperation, smiling shyly. “and it kind of… worked out so well? it sounds so funny to me now. i actually love myself for that.”

“fuck, baby,” he sighs.

he can’t imagine how a human being could ever dare to treat you with anything but gentleness. literally, can’t. it makes him sick to his stomach, makes the blood in his veins boil. he feels disturbed by the memories that still haunt you, and he feels angry because he is powerless and he can’t erase them no matter how hard he tries.

he caresses your face, planting doting kisses on your lips. the ghost of his affection lingers, like an invisible lipstick mark. “i wish i met you sooner.”

“what are you saying? i think we met at the perfect time!” you console his frustration, grinning when the epiphany lands on top of your bittersweet flashbacks. “out of the 365 days of the year, we met at 11/11. you’re my wish come tru- bam!”

the shocked, high-pitched squeal freefalls from your mouth when bam excitedly jumps on your laps out of nowhere, the weight of his upper half crushing your thighs underneath him. the dog smiles at you, panting.

“bam, i missed you but i was just about to tell your dad something romantic!”

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[chuunai]

NEED BSD MEN HEADCANONS WITH THEM EXPERIENCING BABY FEVER FOR THE FIRST TIME

like they see a baby on social media being cute or something like that and they're just like "oh....I??? want one?????"

I’ve been waiting for this one >_<

✧˚ · . BSD men with baby fever - dazai osamu, chuuya nakahara, tachihara michizou, tetcho suehiro, sigma

summary ⋆ ★ mentions of pregnancy, babies babies babies, fluff, established relationship (dating reader), SFW with implied NSFW.

Dazai Osamu:

Dazai would only get baby fever if you two had been together for a while. That he trusts you with his being and heart. He’s lost so many others in the span of a few years, he doesn’t want to lose you too. Or a baby. A family is something that’s unknown to him. The closest thing he had to one was with Ango and Odasaku, but look how that ended up.

But when that video of a baby crawling over to her mama and papa came up on his social media feed one day, something in his mind just seemed to focus on ‘baby baby baby’. At the Agency, all he could think about was his future baby. The dark curls they’d inherit, and your lips and eyes. Kunikida could smack him for all he cared, but Dazai was the one with a girlfriend. And at home, one could say it got even more embarrassing there. Online shopping carts would magically start having baby clothes in them, and a music playlist with the title of ‘lullabies for future baby dazai <3’ appeared as well.

Of course, you ask why it’s popping up. Instead of being smart and playfully brushing it off, the fever grows to a whole new degree where he gets down on his knees in front of you and begs for a baby. He just wants a family of his own. Is it so much to ask for? Someone he’ll love unconditionally and that they’ll love him back. And wouldn’t it be the ultimate gift of your love? Something that came from the both of you and your shared efforts?

By the miracle of his persuasive words (and even more persuasive cock), you had agreed. Dazai could hardly wait for night nowadays where he’d try to stuff a baby into you. His baby. A family with you. The fever isn’t giving up, and a positive pregnancy test is his only hopeful sign of recovering.

Chuuya Nakahara

Chuuya gets baby fever very quick. It’s not his fault that he gets attached so early on in the relationship. You just complete him—the empty side where he questions everything. An answer to his purpose in life. You’re a goddess in his eyes, and he worships the ground you walk on. He also enjoys talking about you and showing you off. It’d be more impressive if he could show off a baby in your belly, though.

He blames it all on his subordinates. The fuckers are young—like him—and irresponsible. The Port Mafia is a soul’s last resort, and so one loses all sense of purpose and dignity. That leads to pregnancies, occasionally. The fathers are also usually part of the Mafia, and so when Chuuya saw the expecting parents walking around, he couldn’t help but think of you. Belly swollen with his seed, tits heavy with milk to nourish his child. He was a goner day one of the fever. The following weeks are discreetly spent reading articles about parenting, looking at cute videos of families and staring at your stomach a whole lot more now.

He tries to indirectly ask about your feelings on the topic when you’re both sleepily intoxicated on a Sunday. Snuggling up to you on the couch while his tired voice asks if you thought you two would be good parents. One hand rested absentmindedly on your stomach, kneading it slowly while you smiled and said yes. Of course, it didn’t mean you wanted one now or anything, but in the moment it sure seemed like you had said that you wanted his baby now.

That’s probably how you two ended up under the sheets, too drunk to remember protection as he prayed for a baby to be conceived. A pillow under your hips while his rolled against yours endlessly until his cum painted your cervix and walls white. He doesn’t pull out either, nor do you push him off. Deep down, he knows you want the same too. A mini-Nakahara.

Tachihara Michizou

He’s a mix of Dazai and Chuuya. He’ll get baby fever quickly after you start dating because he’s known you for so long. You two had been on the streets together for a while and joined the Hunting Dogs together. You’re his family, and he’s yours. It’s always been just you and him forever. Tachihara needs that security in order to even think about a baby of his own.

When he does, it’s when Atsushi randomly gave him a stroller with a baby in it. Tachihara had no clue on what to do when it started crying and Gin teased him for it, but damn did it look kinda similar to you and him. Then that pesky thought entered his mind after work as he tried to get it out. You’re both only nineteen, for Christ’s sake! And you haven’t even been dating for a year! Tachihara’s not going to ask you for one until you’re at least twenty-three together and still happy.

But lord, four years is a painful waiting time. But he knows you’re worth it. That the future baby is worth it. He’ll try and subtly to have you get baby fever too by going to parks more often where parents are fussing over their kids and he’ll make a comment about how you baby him like that and that your offspring will like him better. You don’t seem too convinced, but he’ll change that. Just like how he’s changing both of your future for the better.

His dreams consist of you and him raising a family in the peaceful countryside where no one will ever threaten you again. No crime or tragedy, just you and him. His biological family may all either be dead or hating him, but that doesn’t matter. You’re his family, and you love him.

Tetcho Suehiro

Tetcho doesn’t even know he has baby fever. All he knows is that he’s dating you—his heavenly angel. Everything in his life is good and normal. He has a job he deeply cherishes and loves, friends, and a civilian fiancée. The only thing he wishes for is to keep you happy and content with life and your relationship. A baby’s not on his mind for a while. Why would it? He’s got everything he needs.

But that one encounter with a child he saved from a criminal had him questioning it. The way it thanked him and hugged him got his fatherly side up and running. He thought it was just sweet of the kid to do so. Not that he wanted one of his own. Though his brain was different; insistent and pleading whenever he took you out on that one date and saw you help escort a lost child back to their parents. Tetcho’s a blunt honest individual, if you ask him something, he will most likely say the truth.

So when you see his adoring gaze at you, you ask him if he was okay and he just replies that he wants a baby too. One more thing to add to his life. You’re already engaged, he’s devoted to you forever more. He’ll take such good care of you and the baby. Money’s not an issue, and your relationship is stable and healthy. Isn’t it the best time for a baby?

He still doesn’t see it as baby fever when you tell him it. It’s just natural, right? Reproduction. He’d be a good father, he thinks. And he’ll tell you that until you give in and allow him to be a daddy-to-be.

Sigma

Sigma is also a goner day one. Coming from the Book has always made him feel out of place in the world. He has no mother, no father. No document of birth or a childhood He just came into being from words alone, and that makes him fascinated by you. He admires it, strangely enough. Your womb. The fact you could carry a baby just was stuck in his mind.

Your period is what first started his baby fever. When you first went through it shortly after your relationship began and he thought you were dying, you had to explain that you went through this every month unless you were pregnant. He offered to give you a baby, feeling bad for you. You of course said no, but he still has the offer up. He’s seen some pregnant patrons at the Casino, albeit rarely. Sigma wonders what you would look like carrying his baby. Letting him—a man not born quite like anyone else—do the honors of fathering your first child. Lord, he obsesses over it.

He has to sleep every night with his face buried in your stomach. When he falls asleep, he dreams of your future baby. It’s so bad for him. He needs to know he’s normal like everyone else. And nearly everybody can make a baby, right? If you really loved him, you’d let him try and make one with you too. To prove that yes, he’s human even if his origins are odd.

Sigma isn’t giving up. He’s a determined man with a goal in sight. He worked hard for everything he has in life right now, exhausting both his mind and body to the point of nearly insanity. A reward can be given to him, right? He’s heard Fyodor talk about God, and while he isn’t particularly religious himself, surely God will recognize his actions and give him a baby?

Here’s your meal everyone ! <3

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[fangirl-dot-com]

Chapter 2 - Where do I sign?

The ride to the hotel was nice and quiet. The sleek sports car practically purred beneath as it wound through the streets. You had said goodbye to Arthur almost 30 minutes ago, but even then felt like a lifetime away. You were now an F2 champion, with nowhere to go. You had brought up the topic of the next step with your manager, but even that fell on deaf ears. You knew what it had meant though. 

There was no room for a woman in Formula 1. 

But that’s ok. Maybe IndyCar might be more open. There’s at least Katherine Legge. She retired and returned. That’s a foot in the door. 

Scrolling through social media on your phone, articles of Checo’s retiring are all you can see. What was once orange, is now taken over by the familiar logo of the energy drink racing team. A seat at Red Bull is now up for grabs. This is the dream for every reserve driver. 

You lean over to Stella, who had decided to take the ride with you, “I guess Liam Lawson is one happy camper right now.” Your screen is tilted so she can have a look. 

“I guess so,” she says, a smirk displayed on her face. You give her a questioning look, before deciding to leave it. The car pulled to a stop and the giant building of the hotel was now right in front. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow right? I think I’m schedule to head back to the office to talk to someone. You’ll be on the plane?” 

“I’ll be on the plane. Have a good night Y/n.” You also say goodbye, before turning to head up to your hotel room. 

It was nice, roomy, and most importantly, empty and silent. You could have, or should have, taken a shower first, but the bed looked too inviting. Placing your backpack on the floor, you quickly faceplant into the clean sheets. Someone must have changed them while you were away making history. 

It was nice, but it wasn’t your little apartment back in Nice. Close enough to where you could get to Dams in a timely fashion, but far enough away where you could get a break. The beaches were nice. Maybe you could spend Christmas Day on the beach. It wasn’t like you needed to celebrate with someone. 

Or perhaps, Arthur would finally convince you to spend Christmas with his family. He’s offered the invitation ever since he became your teammate. But, you never felt right with accepting it. 

The urge to take get your phone out became too much as you found yourself waiting for the face ID to recognize yourself. Half the time it didn’t even work, so what was the point. The thumb print worked 100 times better. But, you needed a good phone, not an “outdated” one. 

You had four unread text messages. One from your team principal Yannick. One from your manager with the flight information for tomorrow. One from Arthur, multiple memes of you from earlier today with your trophy. 

And then finally one from an unknown number. 

You muttered, “Scammers probably,” and went to swipe it away. But, something tells you to just look at it, just in case. 

The words on the screen confuse you. 

“We are excited to meet with you tomorrow concerning your future in Formula 1. Have a nice flight. CH” 

Your brows furrowed as you quickly swiped out of the iMessages and to the phone app. Your manager’s name was the contact you pressed. 

The phone didn’t even get to ring once, before the familiar voice of Vito answered. 

“What’s up kid?” 

“Who did you give my phone number to?” you questioned. 

“And what are you meaning by this?” 

“There was a message. Said something about my future in Formula 1 and a meeting tomorrow. But as far as I’m concerned, I’m heading back to Dams tomorrow for some testing.” By now you were pacing the floor. 

There was a slight chuckle on the other end of the line. 

“You worry me kid. Do some math.” 

Your mind raced. CH. Who the hell would that be? 

CH? C. H.? Cee Ach. 

CH. 

“Christian Horner?” 

“Bingo kid. He reached out almost a month ago.” You sighed and sat down on your bed, hunched over. It felt like the wind had been knocked out of you. 

“But isn’t he like…not for women?” You bit your lip. You didn’t want to plainly say it out loud, but he was known for making comments. 

Again, there was a laugh. “Well kid, if he was, I don’t think he would have reached out. Don’t worry about it. All you gotta do is show up tomorrow, we’ll talk, and then see where it leads us.” 

That’s what scared you. The talking, showing up hopeful, being knocked down and denied once again. Sure, it was looking good for you, but wouldn’t it make sense for their reserve driver to be bumped up? Liam is a great driver. He knows how to drive. He knows how to compete. 

You…you hadn’t even stepped foot in an F1 car, other than a sim once or twice. 

And what would the people think? It’s not that you’re taking a seat from a good driver, but also a man. People wish for women to be involved, but the moment they are, hate flies their way. You wouldn’t wish that upon anyone else. 

“Kid. I know your mind must be running around at about 1000 miles an hour. But just listen. You are one of the best drivers I have ever seen. You’ve pulled ahead and have won races by over 20 seconds. Twenty! Do you know how incredible that is? I’m not saying that this meeting will get you an automatic seat, but it also might. Things in F1 work in weird ways.” 

You nodded you head silently along with him. It really did. Drivers went from having a good standing, to being left without a seat, to taking someone else’s spot. 

“So, I want you to get some good sleep, and I will see you tomorrow. Alright?” 

“Alright. Good night Vito.” 

“Night kid.” 

You pressed the red button and fell back onto the comforter once again. You really needed to shower. 

Sleep was not long enough. Or maybe it was your fault for staying up late to watch whatever was on the hotel tv. 

Stella had met you at the airport. She was able to get places in a nicer lounge area, one with fewer people. Your headphones were at full blast for the remainder of the waiting period, and on the flight. You had almost missed the snacks and drinks, but Stella tapped your shoulder just in time. You could kiss her if you wanted to. 

Snacks always made things better, especially if they were free. 

The flight to London wasn’t too bad. Definitely a much longer flight than Paris, but you had slept most of the way. 

Getting off the plane was a small issue. Some fans had spotted you and had asked for you to sign something. Wanting to be discrete as possible, you quickly signed the items and moved on. However, there were a few flashes that had caught your attention. 

The drive to the hotel wasn’t anything fantastic, but again, wasn’t too terrible. It was mostly quiet, the way you liked it. Although it gave you more time to think; the thoughts weren’t the best. Bouts of self-doubt entered and exited your mind swiftly, but it still happened. You couldn’t help it. 

You barely had any time to freshen up at the hotel room before it was time to head to the RB headquarters in Milton Keynes. Vito was meeting you there. This time, there was no Stella with you in the car. 

If you were to move to Red Bull, she would no longer be your strategist. But she would still continue to be your friend, and that would have to be enough. You were certain that you’d be given new everything. New PR Manager, new engineer, new strategist, new team principal. You, however, would fight to keep Vito as your manager, since he was on his own payroll from you. 

At your arrival, there were no cameras and no journalists. That, you were thankful for. You slid out of the car, looking up at the impressive building. 

You were pulled out of your reverie as someone put their hand on your shoulder and gestured for you to move forward. 

The back entrance was nice. Posters of their “golden boy” seemed to hang from every corner. A few historical ones littered the blank spaces along with Checo. Would you be up there one day? 

Maybe you’d be the one with multiple posters. 

Or, you’d be the one forgotten in the sea of experience and fame. 

You tried to shake those kinds of thoughts out of your head. You were now coming to what looked like a conference room. Taking a deep breath, you put your hand on the doorknob. 

Alright, no turning back now. 

You were thankful that the door wasn’t squeaky, but that didn’t stop the various eyes in the room turn on your figure. 

You wanted to shrink into yourself. Maybe turn back time so that you had gotten on a plane to Paris instead. Vito was the first to stand, and you were grateful. 

“Hey kid,” he almost whispered as he brought you into a hug. 

“Hi,” you shyly said, eyes looking onto the others in the room as you returned the hug. You ended up making eye contact with a certain team principal, who offered a small smile. Breaking the hug with Vito, you swiftly walked over to where Christian was standing. 

“It’s an honor to meet you, sir,” you said, offering your hand out for him to shake. His hand met yours in a nice, comforting shake. 

He nodded. “Nice to finally meet you as well. Do you want anything before we start?”

You thought for a minute before eventually saying no. Vito, however, took the offer and asked for an espresso. You rolled his eyes at his antics and sat down in the open seat. 

Directly across from you was Christian, with various men and women around him. You guess they might be lawyers or something. 

Christian cleared his throat to gain everyone’s attention. “Now, I’m guessing that you already have an idea of why we wanted to talk to you today.” 

Nodding your head, you answered, “I’m guessing it’s for a position for a reserve driver. Seeing as though Liam Lawson is probably going to fill Mr. Perez’s spot for the 2024 season.” 

Christian had a smirk on his face before looking at Vito. “You didn’t tell her, did you?”  

Your brows creased, something that you found yourself doing a lot these days. You shot a side eye to your manager. 

“No, he didn’t tell me anything.” You looked back at Christian. 

“We want you to be our second driver for the 2024 season.”

Everything became silent at once. Your face remained still, but your mind was in shambles.

What happened to wishful thinking? 

A man to Christian’s left spoke up first, breaking the silence. “We do understand that you haven’t had the chance to test out an F1 car. However, there is still a week and a half until Vegas. You will spend most of your time here using the sim and the practice cars before flying out. There, you will drive for Checo during free practice one. But only if you agree to this.” 

You were still processing everything. But, one thought dominated every inch of your brain. You look over to your right and give Vito a quick smile, before you turn to Christian. 

“Where do I sign?” Chuckles fill the air from the people around you. Your cheeks heat up and you know they are bright red.  

Vito gives you a comforting hand on your shoulder that almost had you tearing up. But you obviously couldn’t cry in front of your new team principal.   

Christian speaks up, “I’m glad that you’re on board. Now there are contracts to discuss before we can let you go today. But I think by the end of this, we can start setting up appointments for suit sizing and that sort of things. But introductions first.” 

He points to the man who spoke up earlier, “This is James Riggs, your new PR manager. He will also deal with a lot of the legal sides of things such as contracts and such.” The man, Riggs as you think you’d like to call him, sends you a quick smile. You know he’s going to be a strict but nice person. At least he’ll be able to fend off any unwanted media attention. 

“And this is Lacy,” he gestures to a good-looking middle-aged woman. “She has decided to be one of your main sponsors. She is here to guide you and help you make most decisions. She is also James’s wife. They will both accompany you into the paddock and such.” 

Lacy sends you a comforting smile. 

Well, you now have a stand in mother and father duo. I’m set for life now. 

Christian then goes over the names of other people, more-so contract writers and witnesses. 

The rest of the meeting is a whirlwind and your hand is cramped by the time that everything is done and signed. When everyone stands to leave, Christian makes one more announcement. 

“Now we won’t put out an official statement until next Wednesday. So, try not to really post anything until then that might release the news early. Sure, you can post some things, but try not to make it obvious. We’ll let you post something this coming Tuesday and we will follow with our statement.” 

“Yes sir. Thank you so much for this opportunity. You won’t regret it.” You lean to shake his hand again. 

“I’m sure we won’t.” With that, he grabbed his tablet and left with the others. 

It was just you and Vito. You didn’t know if you wanted to hug him or hit him first. 

So, you did both. 

You quickly grabbed his shoulders, hit them, and brought him into a hug. The tears from earlier finally escaped their prison and found freedom on your cheeks. 

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” you whispered over and over again. 

You’re pretty sure you heard a sniff, but didn’t point it out. 

“You did this all on your own kid. This is all you,” he whispered back. 

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[linghxr]

Advice I would give my past self about studying Chinese

Recently I've been reflecting on my Chinese learning journey and how far I've come. If I could go back in time, these are 10 things I would tell my past self. A few are specific to Chinese, but most can apply to any language

It will get so much easier to learn new characters. I remember feeling overwhelmed because learning new characters was a painful process. Now when I encounter a new character, I can remember it with relative ease—it’s just a new combination of familiar components.

Don't feel bad about having uneven development in different skills. My listening and reading are significantly stronger than my speaking and writing. It’s super common and nothing to be ashamed of.

The best way to get over being too embarrassed to speak is to experience some embarrassment and realize it’s not a big deal. I used to be so afraid of making mistakes that I would avoid speaking in class. It was only by being forced to speak that I got over it. I'm much better for it!

It’s impossible to learn everything, and time is limited. You have to prioritize. You probably don’t need to know how to say “pawnshop” in Chinese, and trying to jam your head full of 100 words you saw once won’t work. They won’t stick.

It will actually be harder to read pinyin than to read characters at some point. When I helped a friend with a script for her Chinese class, I really struggled because she had written it entirely in pinyin. I had to write out the characters to read without stumbling! I know characters are daunting for beginners, but trust me, you will get used to them.

If you haven’t practiced or learned something, of course you won’t be good at it. I remember feeling so frustrated trying to navigate Chinese websites for the first time. In retrospect, obviously, I was going to struggle with something completely new to me!

If something isn’t sticking, move on. Why waste time on a word that’s not clicking when you could be learning five new ones? It will only result in unnecessary frustration. So unless you need to know it for your class or a proficiency test, drop it and move on.

Don’t beat yourself up when you have trouble understanding music, literature, different accents, etc. These can be challenging even in your native language. Of course you’re going to struggle more in a new language.

It's worth it to pay attention to things like stroke order and tones from the start so you don't form bad habits. Don’t stress about get it perfect, but it’s easier to do it right the first time than to have to correct your bad habits in the future.

Instead of feeling overwhelmed by all that you don’t know, learn how to express yourself with what you do know. It’s truly its own skill that requires practice. After all, in life you can’t always stop and pull out a dictionary.

I started learning Chinese a really long time ago, but I became more serious about it in 2018, so 5 1/2 years ago. I'm very proud of how far I've come, but I still have a long way to go! I look forward to revisiting this post in another couple of years 😊

[fluff-n-cookies]

soft yan! Dadzawa Head canons

SPOILERS DONUT DO NOT READ also contains light swearing

• Aizawa is the type of person to hold the Cat in his arms So you can pet it, since it's too big for you to hold. it Just makes his Day when he sees the way your eyes light up when you hear the cat start to purr.

• we will also wrap you up in his scarf if you even say it's too cold. (you and Nezu are scarf buds!) Just say the word and he's rolling out the sleeping bag and prepping to make your favorite hot chocolate with the extra whipped cream and cat marsh mallows and we all know he has all your favorite cartoons for the two of you to binge together!

• however, like most things, it's not perfect.

• a good example of this is that Aizawa likes to have you nap on his lap as he is grading papers.

BUT YOU WANT A BEDTIME STORY

and Aizawa tries his best but he will probably come up with a story worthy of being a german fairy tale. (translation: there are no happy endings, sorry.)

BUT AIZAWA IS SMART ... enough

most of the time he ends up reading to you Denki and Mineta's test answers. and by the time he's done you're asleep.

and then his mind starts to wander,

you just remind him so much of Oboro

how you always manage to light up the room with your smile, how you always manage to be pretty Badass yet kind, and how you always care for others so deeply.

he won't let you go, not this time.

some times, he'll lay awake at night sitting on the couch just curled up into a ball just thinking about the future, when he's all old and wrinkly, maybe you'll be a beautiful young lady (oh who am I kidding, ofc your will! some of you are! others are just beautiful!)

then will you leave him?

that's when he gets up to go look at your photo album. from when you were a newborn, to now, when you are a toddler.

that's when he comes to the conclusion, you may older, but he will always be your dad, he will always protect you.

sometimes Eri joins him, and draws hearts around the ones with you and her, or you Aizawa and her.

likes helping you do your hair, braids are his favorite, but he'll do any hair style as long as it's not too hard.

Aizawa loves you, nothing more than that <3

[hanafubukki]

I Suddenly Became the Mother of the Red-Rose Tyrant?!

Summary: Well, fuck, somehow you isekaied and became the mother of Riddle Rosehearts

Characters: Riddle Roshearts, Reader, & Clover Family.

Notes: I have been reading way too many isekai Manhwas/Mangas. Not only that, but I saw a fanart of little Riddle and his mom and was inspired right away. This is a long fic, it’s been awhile since I wrote something so long so I am proud. 💕🥰💜

·      When you had opened your eyes one day, you had woken up in a bedroom that definitely wasn’t yours.

·      The room was…meticulous, and that was putting it lightly.

·      Even your bed, while comfy, had a feeling of order to it; daring anyone to mess it up.

·      You should probably be more anxious over your new surroundings but waking up well rested in a while just mellowed you out.

·      That is until you got up and looked at a mirror, finally seeing the truth of the matter.

·      Well, fuck, you really did isekai to another world.

·      Maybe reading all those manhwas and mangas were not a good idea.

·      You glance at the mirror one more time and this time your appearance caught and held your attention.

·      You reached up and pulled at your…bangs.

·      They looked to form two heart shapes.

·      It was kind of cute.

·      The person whose body you had, well, she looked tired and stressed.

·      Lady, you need to relax once in a blue moon.

·      Wait…a minute, no, no, no. Heart shaped bangs? The only character you knew that had heart shaped bangs were...

·      “Mother?”

·      You turned around and right at your door, dressed prim and proper, was a tiny Riddle Rosehearts.

·      Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

·      You were isekaid into Mrs. Rosehearts.

·      After you had gotten your bearings, you had told Riddle to go study and you would prepare him food. He had simply nodded and did as you asked. No protest against studying so early in the morning or any mention of hunger. You knew his past, of course you did, but seeing it firsthand was another experience all together. Seeing his response to the request you made? It burdened your heart even more.

·      As you made his breakfast, you had some time to yourself which you used to sort out your situation and feelings. Your memories before coming to Twisted Wonderland were still intact; you just didn’t remember how you ended up in this world, let alone in Mrs. Rosehearts body.

·      Of whom, her memories you had full access to as well. it was as if you lived two lives together. If it wasn’t for little Riddle in the next room, you would be tearing your hair out because, of course, you would be in this situation.

·      Looking through her memories, you can see why Mrs. Rosehearts had turned out the way she did. Generational trauma and unrealistic expectations seemed to run in the family. Which in turn led to her actions towards Riddle, and of which, led to Mr. Rosehearts walking out of their lives. He didn’t even fight for custody of his own child, the influence of Mrs. Rosehearts being too great.

·      Generation trauma that you could have prevented from continuing, Mrs. Rosehearts, but now it’s up to me.

·      You ended up taking a tray of food to little Riddle, with enough food that a child his age would eat and then some. At least with these memories retained, you also knew everything Mrs. Rosehearts did, and unlike the MC in Twisted Wonderland, you also had her powers as well. Which, given the game’s events, would come in handy in the future.

·      Right now though, as you opened the door to the study, you would do your best to raise your son right and well-loved.

·      One of the first changes you made was decreasing his study time and allowing him the chance to play.

·      It didn’t go as well as you expected…Riddle had frozen and started shaking to your horror. Mumbling about doing better and how he could handle extra studies if you wished it of him. You had a feeling that he thought it was to test him and his dedication.

·      You had to calm him down and prove otherwise.

·      Giving him a dedicated set time to study, and just as much time to play. You would even join him. Drawing with him, putting together puzzles, and even playing in the backyard. You had even gone out and bought him a ball that you two threw at each other.

·      What warmed your heart the most was when you baked him a strawberry tart and gave it to him with a warm glass of milk. Your tart wasn’t the best with the crust crumbling, and you should have probably let it cool a bit more, but the shining eyes and wide smile from Riddle was more than worth it.

·      You patted him on the head as he scooped another piece into his mouth.

·      You loved your son.

·      The next step in providing a healthy lifestyle for Riddle was making sure he had friends.

·      Which meant, you had to repair the relationship Riddle had with Trey and Che’nya.

·      It wasn’t easy, especially having to muster up the courage to look into Trey’s parents’ eyes and apologize for actions you did not commit.

·      But you were determined to give Riddle a good childhood and that meant him having friends his age and hopefully lowering his chances of overblotting in the future.

·      Riddle was quiet on the day you both went to the Clover’s bakery.

·      But you took a deep breath and patted him on the head.

·      “Everything will be alright, sweetheart.”

·      Riddle didn’t say anything and just nodded.

·      You had chosen to meet Trey’s parents at closing time, and you had given them a call ahead of time.

·      When you met them, you could tell they were nervous and bracing themselves.

·      Little Trey looked ready for a fight.

·      You had to hold your smile in.

·      You ended up bowing to them and apologizing, which you could tell freaked them all out.

·      Riddle was surprised and grasped at your dress, worried.

·      “I am very sorry for the way I treated you all before. I know my words might not make up for my past actions, but I do hope you will forgive me in time.”

·      Mr. and Mrs. Clover looked at each other before tentatively accepting your apology.

·      “Mrs. Rosehearts, might we ask why the sudden change.”

·      It was Mrs. Clover who had spoken up.

·      You smiled and put a hand on your son’s head.

·      “I have been trying to raise Riddle the only way I knew how. I had let my past and expectations I have lived through blind me. I realized that was wrong, and I want to change that. I want my son to be happy and loved like he deserves.”

·      The Trey family seemed to relax after hearing your reasoning, but you could tell they were still on guard.

·      You didn’t blame them, but you hope in time, they will trust your words.

·      You crouched down to Riddle’s level, looking at him with a gentle look.

·      “I want to show my little one that adults can be wrong, and they can change. I want to show him that I love him, and I am sorry. I am so, so sorry. I love you and I hope you can forgive me too.”

·      Little Riddle was trembling, and tears were dripping down his face.

·      You opened your arms before he rushed into you with all the force his little body can muster.

·      You hugged him just as tight, holding your own tears in.

·      You got up with Riddle in your arms, rubbing his back as he cried and clutched on you tighter.

·      You bowed your head to the Clover family once again before looking at Trey.

·      “I hope you, you other friend, and Riddle can be good friends.”

·      Trey looked a bit nervous before nodding slowly.

·      You thanked them before returning home.

·      Humming a song to little Riddle and kissing his head.

·      You were determined.

·      You would make sure Riddle Rosehearts grew up loved and happy.

·      And as thoughts of the Twisted Wonderland plot came into mind.

·      You would make sure he was safe.

How did you all like it? Would love to hear your thoughts 💕☺️

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Cheer up MC!

You were disappointed. You almost failed your ancient spell exam and you were disappointed as hell. Of course your day is now ruined.

Lucifer:

• Although he understands how you feel and thinks you need to feel the disappointment you feel now to be better in the future (what a dick), he can’t let you hang your nose the entire day, can he?

• He does the classic thing; takes a piece of stick-it note and writes on it.

• As he is sure you are in your room, he knocks on your door and slides the note under it.

• You sigh as you get up from your bed.

• „Thinking of you. Take all the time you need, I’ll be waiting for you in the garden.”

• There he waits for you under the garden lights with a table and only two chairs. He prepared some fine wine for you.

• You spend the evening talking and expressing your feelings of disappointment.

• He is quick to reassure you; ask him to help you next time, or even better, he can give you a private lesson or two, so your success is guaranteed next time.

Mammon:

• AH. Can’t have you be sad for 1 minute!!!!

• Doesn’t know why you are sad, doesn’t even care, he only cares about cheering you up ASAP.

• His best bet is making you go out!

• However you don’t really feel like dancing or drinking tonight.

• Well anyway he must disappear now!

• When he comes back he has chocolate, balloons, some crisps with him! He even got you a flower!

• No it is not too much he is on a mission here!

• You smile a lot and maybe even tear up a bit depends on how you handle these kind of stuff-

• He is more than ready to cuddle you by the way!!!

Leviathan:

• Okay so do you know that game you always play together but you are friggin stuck??

• Well he does ALMOST beat the boss but he absolutely needs your support now!!! What is his worth without his partner-

• If getting past that part doesn’t interest you now he would just cuddle and put on your comfort anime for you! Perfect time for a marathon afterall!

• It always works for him so maybe you’ll feel better too!

Satan:

• Of course you must be blue right now, he know exactly how much you prepared as he was right there with you the whole time.

• But if you don’t cheer up soon he might threaten the teacher to give you another chance to write this test-

• He is there to do whatever you want, he might even do the stuff he always turns down.

• If you don’t feel like doing anything then it must be more serious than he thought originally.

• So he decides to write you a love letter, that could probably work, right? (If you are already in a relationship!)

• He tells you all the reasons he loves you and how much he appreciates everything you do and how YOU make his days better than ANY book ever could!

• If you are not dating he’d make you solve some kind of mystery, he came up with the idea in about 10 minutes.... but it does make you think and forget what made you upset in the first place.

Asmodeus:

If you are sad he is sad! That is the rule!

Comforts you with cuddles but doesn't let you stay melancholic for more than half an hour.

He would start putting on some nice music, maybe you'll get to go out tonight and forget about it all!

If you decide to go out he makes sure you'll be the centre of attention at the party; you get all your favourite drinks, the DJ only plays songs you like, you end up having a good time out!

However if you don't feel like dancing he'd make you a romantic bath with candle light, lots of foam and rose petals! It's what you deserve babe! It's what you deserve!

Beelzebub:

• Oh damn the last thing he wants is to see you sad and mad at yourself.

• The test didn’t go too well for him either so he really gets you-

• He offers you to join him on a bike ride through town!

• It makes you move and makes you feel much better right away.

• On the way of course you must stop and eat dinner somewhere.

Belphegor:

• Honestly if you want to relax and chill he is your best bet!

• Ready to take a nap and maybe you’ll feel better after!

• But he also doesn’t mind cuddling until you feel loved.

• He is caressing your hair, your back, your face

• Can tell you all the sweet nothings in the world, doesn’t mind talking a lot if his voice calms you!

[all4aoki]

  ⊹ 𝓕IND 𝓞UT 𝓦HAT 𝓙 𝓦ANT ⠀Ꮺ ָ࣪ ۰ ִ

love moves fast, but your fears move faster . . . enha x f!reader (psh focused), poly!enha, enha8thmember

wc . . . 11.3k , warnings ! brief mentions of dieting, sadness & talks of isolation, not proofread & me guessing abt idol life!

when speaking in … korean, english, japanese

©all4aoki, 2024

Silence filled the vehicle after the cameras turned off, the halt in filming being something you thought would have never happened that night. Distantly, one of the staff sitting at the front of the car mentioned something about how they were giving you all a moment to catch your breath. Or a sentence along those lines at least. Life didn't feel real at those minutes, and all you could do was clutch onto Sangmi's hand and have your other hand glued to the strap of your backpack as your brain did its best to process every event that had happened in the past eight hours.

Enhypen. Your debut team. Words you thought you’d never hear after a year of the same repetitive training cycle in isolation, no thanks to the pandemic, and a survival show that had done almost nothing good for you. Except for this. You blinked heavily, eyes swarming with sleep, dreariness, and dried tears as you looked around at your new group members. Your heart trembled in your chest a bit, a mix of giddiness and growing love at the seven boys and girl you’d spent the entire summer with. The people that had gone through those difficult times with you and the people that you’d progressed with. Excitement still floated in the air as Sangmi laid her head on your shoulder, muttering about her high expectations for the dorm’s beds and you hummed in recognition.

The frenzy of hopes for your future had always been confusing for you. Your dreams had always felt so close, there had been so many moments where you could’ve practically tasted them but not touch them. Like you were one step away, but that step was too far. And now, it was a reality. The exhilaration from hearing your name being called was beginning to morph into something else. Nervousness maybe? It had become normal for your mind to deem yourself not good enough after the slightest bit of disappointment directed towards you, after one instance of you letting yourself down. You knew you were maybe a bit too hard on yourself, and as you breathed in the smell of black ice, you could only hope that the habit would break. But what if the idol life wasn’t what you’d expected? After all, you'd been a trainee for almost two years, dedicating your entire life to this one leap of faith. What if the team didn’t receive enough support? 

The soft feeling of fingers reaching and twisting with yours broke through the wall that was your worries. Sunghoon’s eyes met yours as he leaned closer to you, noses maybe an inch apart and almost brushing against each other. His dark irises searched yours for something. 

“You’re shaking,” he said gently. You swallowed harshly, throat dry. Your relationship with Sunghoon had been confusing since that day you’d first met him at the Representative Test. A connection had attached itself to your heart the moment he’d offered you a small smile from across the room which, after your initial fluster had calmed, you’d returned. And from that point on, you’d never felt so seen in your life. Once Part 2 of the show had commenced, every second of the day you had free you’d spent with the boy and vice versa. At some point along the way, he’d developed a sixth sense for anything and everything YN-related. 

It was a little scary, to be honest.

Both how good he was at reading you, and how it made you feel. How it brought you emotions you’d never experienced in your sixteen years of life.

Your head turned away, downward to where his hand was touching yours, “Is it too early to be having second thoughts?”

“Maybe a little, yeah.” You could hear the grin in his voice, “Take this moment of silence for yourself, though. You’re probably just a bit overwhelmed.” His thumb rubbed the back of your hand in a comforting way. You nodded briefly, teeth going to sink into your bottom lip.

He was probably right, but it didn’t make you feel any better. “What if no one likes me?” you whispered to him, voice a little shaky. Sunghoon shifted in his seat and you knew if you looked to the left he’d be staring back at you.

“Why would they not like you?”

“I don’t know–”

“Then don’t even bother thinking that,” he dismissed and after a beat of silence without you acknowledging his words, he bumped his shoulder with yours. Only then did you glance over at him. His pretty features were twisted into a small frown and his eyes looked a little sad. “You’ve worked so hard and you’ve expressed yourself so well,” he murmured, words only meant for you, “I think at this point if no one likes you it’s cause they’re in love with you.” 

A small, hesitant giggle escaped your chest at his words and you could only watch as Sunghoon’s eyelashes fluttered at the sound. 

You were grateful for his words, but the dull ache of developing anxiety in your chest didn’t fully go away. So you decided to ignore it.

“You’re such a dork,” you teased back. He shrugged in response and proceeded to snuggle into your side. You could feel Sangmi’s head on your right shoulder bobbing as the van moved, some drool escaping her mouth as she slept and it soaked into your jacket. You scrunched your nose at the thought but left her to rest.

“Seriously though,” Sunghoon continued. “Don’t worry about what other people think. We’re proud of you and we know how hard you’ve fought to get where you are.” The strands of your hair under his head resisted the movement of you tilting your head to look at him. He looked up at you, pupils dilated and eyes wide. Your stomach flipped at the sight. “All the love you need is right here,” he brought your clasped hands to his chest.

Breath trembling, you pulled your hand from his, moving your fingers to trace over strands of hair that had fallen in front of his eyes. His gaze made you feel warm, the way he studied you made you feel exposed. This vulnerability with him wasn’t new, but it had never felt so intimate before. As softly as you could, you pushed his bangs away.

“You’re right,” you hummed, “If no one liked me, I wouldn’t even be here right now.” Sunghoon rolled his eyes at your words and opened his mouth to say something only to be interrupted.

“YN-ah, is everything okay?” Sunoo had craned his neck to peek over the back of his seat. “Your nose is a little red.”

Of course it is. A tell-tale sign that your body was close to crying before the tears actually welled up in your eyes. 

“Sunghoon-oppa’s jokes are making me cry,” you pretended to sob and Sunghoon playfully smacked your leg in protest. “They’re just so baddd.” 

You rested your chin on his head as he whined and Sunoo chuckled a bit at the elder member’s reaction. 

“Then just sit next to me for our next trip. Okay?”

“All right,” you agreed, “Just don’t fall asleep on me like these two.” You moved your shoulders a bit, gesturing to Sunghoon and Sangmi just to hear Sunoo laugh again. Thankfully he did. 

“Are we already assigning seats for car rides?” Jungwon asked from the front row. 

Riki snuggled into his seat as if he were claiming it by making sure no one would be able to pull him from it, “I want my own seat!”

“Let me keep my spot next to YN! I’m her favorite anyway,” Sunghoon said, gripping onto your arm. Halfheartedly, you patted his head.

“Wah, not even a full day of being a group and we’re already picking favorites.” Heeseung also glanced over his shoulder at you and the other two who were leaning on your shoulders.

“Riki-chan, what do I need to do for you to let me have that single seat?”

Heeseung laughed, “YN you should know you’re not going to be by yourself if we can help it.”

“Yeah, say goodbye to your precious alone time,” Jake added, not bothering to hide how he was laughing at you.

You groaned.

The dorm that the bus arrived in front of was smaller than you’d expected, considering your group of nine. Nonetheless, after living with four other trainees in a small bedroom for months even before I-Land, the sight of a place you could finally call your home was comforting. That and, it still looked like the nicest place you’d lived in since you moved away from New Zealand. 

You’d gently shook Sangmi awake, her cat-like eyes squinting at the bright lights flooding in from the ceiling of the van as she regained consciousness. 

“We’re home!” you whispered to her as the rest of the boys began to collect their things and stand to exit the bus. Jay stretched his back, a loud pop resounding and causing Riki and Sunoo to laugh loudly at the elder. You grinned up at him while Sangmi herself extended her arms above her head, arching her spine.

“Listen to this Grandpa!” Jungwon teased and Jay only adjusted his glasses and smiled as the other members chuckled at his comment. “Are you gonna be able to make it inside?”

“I don’t think so. Give me a piggyback ride,” Jay said and Jungwon curled into his seat that was next to Sangmi as Jay reached across the seats to try and grab at the younger. 

“We’re going to resume filming!” One of the staff informed, interrupting Jay’s attack on Jungwon (much to Jungwon’s relief) and causing everyone else to fall silent. Sunghoon offered you his hand as you slung your backpack over your shoulder, and you smiled up at him after taking hold of it, him pulling you up. 

You all began filing out of the vehicle, soft “Wow’s” leaving everyone’s mouths as they passed by the camera, and you were no exception. To be fair, the entrance appeared to be more luxurious than you’d originally seen and the thrums of excitement resounded through your chest once again as one of the staff typed in the passcode for the door. The night was warm for September, yet the heat from your jacket was still welcome as you all waited outside for the staff to give you all a rundown on the dorm rules and give you all the entry code. 

It was all simple stuff that you’d already kind of expected: no one in the house other than members and staff, any kind of leaving must be requested with the person being accompanied by some sort of surveillance, online orders or shopping packages would be delivered to the HYBE building to be checked before being handed off to the members, etc. You bounced on the balls of your feet, hands clutching each other as the door opened. Sangmi grasped onto your arm, a large smile on her face and both of you exchanged a glance.

We made it.

The two of you squealed, earning a concerned look from Sunghoon, and jumped a bit as you linked arms with your unnie. Neither of you could see inside the building yet due to Heeseung’s height and Jungwon’s wide shoulders, but an indescribable feeling of joy and happiness took hold of you. Sunghoon’s words from earlier played in your head again, and you finally felt yourself appreciating all of the hard work you’d put yourself through to reach this point. A sense of accomplishment ran through your veins, and the fact that it was just the door of your dorm opening for you to finally appreciate yourself and your long journey made you want to laugh at yourself. But then again, it was like you were entering a new world. Transforming into a new person by walking through that threshold. You still felt unsure of what your future life held, what struggles you would have to face, but as you clutched onto Sangmi and followed Jay into the house, you had an inkling that it would be okay as long as you had them by your side.

Unlike before on the bus, your eyes didn’t even bother searching and scoping for the cameras that the staff had placed. Instead, you opted for actually taking in the rooms before you as you kicked off your shoes and placed them somewhat neatly next to Heeseung’s. Dragging Sangmi behind you, you followed the rest of the boys into the kitchen, like a lost puppy following around someone it trusted. The boy’s exclamations and excitement were contagious and the once quiet house now echoed with the sound of its new residents. You all were quick to get comfortable, placing your bags down on random spots on the floor. 

“We’re going to fill this place up from now on!” Sunghoon uttered eagerly and he seized your other arm, pulling you away from Sangmi, the girl letting out a small protest. Ultimately, though, she just continued placing her coat on the table and joined Jake as he looked over the food that was stocked in the cupboards. 

“Oh, I don’t know how I feel about these curtains,” you murmured to yourself, smiling and placing your free hand’s fingers on your nose as you looked at the gold material. Your comment didn’t go unnoticed by the boy gripping onto your arm though.

“We can go online shopping tonight, yeah? I’ll get you whatever one you pick out.” You gave him a pointed look.

“Yah, what’s gotten into you lately Park Sunghoon-ssi?”

“Sunghoon-oppa,” he corrected and his fingers found your sides, squeezing gently and making you laugh loudly at the tickles.

“Ok! Ok!” you gasped out between laughs, hands desperately trying to push him off you, “Sunghoon-oppa! Stop it!” The last words came out in a small scream and Jungwon approached you both. 

“Don’t kill her Sunghoon-hyung,” he teased, poking at your side as said boy finally let you go. Turning around, you hit Sunghoon’s arm gently.

“Yeah, don’t kill me,” you laughed and Sunghoon pretended to lunge for you again, only for you to run out of the kitchen giggling. 

The living room was void of any furniture, apart from a TV, and as you entered the empty space, you sighed softly to yourself. You’d never lived alone, always sharing a dorm or spending your summers with your family, so you figured that having eight other roommates wouldn’t be that much of an adjustment. You would get to create a new safe space with them, everyone would be able to add their own features and personalities through small items and ways of existing. And sure, maybe you were romanticizing the thought of sharing a home with seven boys, but the fact that you were beginning a new life still brought a small smile to your face.

It was easy to picture your desired layout of the room, a light-colored couch big enough for everyone would go against the back wall and you were sure you’d be able to find a cute enough rug to put in the middle of the tile floor… And anything organizational would be important you figured.

Oh God, if any of them were messy it was going to drive you insane–

“YN-ah!” Sangmi called from somewhere down the hallway on your left, breaking you out of your thoughts, “I picked our room!” 

You were quick to follow her voice, jogging past the three other bedrooms that the boys were enthusiastically looking through while they chose who they were going to room with. And as Jay yelled something about Jake and how he left socks and hats everywhere, it was easy to smile. 

“Wah��” you breathed as you peeked into the room Sangmi was standing in, the older girl already lying on the bed pushed up against the left side of the room. When she saw you, she grinned. “Our room!” you exclaimed, giggling a little as she got up and pulled you inside.

“Our room!” she repeated as you both held onto each other’s forearms, jumping around in a little circle out of pure excitement and happiness. “Susu and YN-ie!” you squealed at her words and she followed suit, only for the two of you to dissolve into laughter at the strange noises. 

“Are you guys having a party or something in here?” someone suddenly asked, and with a quick glance over your shoulder, you saw it was Sunoo. “In this amazing room?”

“Yup, bet it’s better than everyone else’s!” you cried, wrapping your arms around Sangmi and leaning your head on hers. 

“What do you mean?” He gazed fondly at you, eyes turning into crescent moons as he smiled at the sight of you and your best friend, “All of the rooms are the same.”

“Well, it’s our room so it’s automatically the best,” Sangmi stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world and you nodded immediately after she spoke. 

Sunoo rolled his eyes, “Have you guys seen the makeup room yet?”

“There’s a makeup room?” you said, eyes widening and arms loosening. Sunoo nodded. “Oh my gosh, show me right now. Please.” After waiting for you and Sangmi to exit the room, he led you back down the hallway and towards the kitchen once again. 

“Obviously, there’s nothing in here yet, but can’t you imagine?”

“Us getting ready in here every day? Duh– Oh! Which bathroom are you using? Let’s do our skincare together tonight.” Sunoo observed the way you smiled and the way you bolted from topic to topic. Your usual shyness was nowhere to be found at the moment. Instead, there was this overjoyed girl who was ready to do anything and everything, and something in his chest softened at the fact that you were already comfortable. 

I-Land had been a difficult time for everyone, but especially you. The other girls were horrible to you in the first part of the show, and with the way the audience turned on you in the second half, your confidence had taken quite the hit. Sunoo recalled a conversation he’d had with the Chamber 5 unit, the first performance he’d had with you, about ways they would be able to keep you from the evil editing and hate that was occurring. You’d come to him one night sobbing, absolutely tearing yourself down in every possible way and picking at all of the faults you thought you had. And as he held you to try and suppress your shaking and frenzied breathing, all Sunoo could think about was how much he wanted to take away your pain. How he could bear any kind of torture in the world to stop your worries and struggles and to see you happy. And now, as he watched you grin and point spaces out to Sangmi for possible decoration, he thanked every force and star in the universe that you were here with them. 

Another person shuffled into the doorway, “We’re moving the cameras into position for the dinner portion of the video.” The three of you hastily followed the staff out of the room and back into the kitchen, taking your spots at the table as they signaled to the group that they had started the cameras. The majority of the group had already begun scarfing the chicken down before they even started rolling, and after reaching over Heeseung who was on your right to grab your own pair of chopsticks, you had to fight Jake’s out of the way so you could at least get one piece. 

A few minutes passed and only chewing was heard. “Please speak about the food,” one of the producers said and you all were quick to follow the instructions.

“Why is chicken so good?” Sunghoon said from the end of the table and you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself at how quickly he responded to the request.

Sunoo dropped another piece into his mouth, “Right?”

“Besides the box lunch before rehearsal I don’t think I ate anything,” Jungwon commented.

You frowned at him, “Ah, Jungwon-oppa, you shouldn’t skip meals.” Another piece of chicken found its way between your chopsticks and you popped it into your mouth, meeting Jungwon’s dark eyes. He held your gaze and you felt your face flush at the way he was looking at your mouth.

“A little kimbap?” Sunoo asked.

“I didn’t even eat the kimbap,” Jungwon answered, never taking his eyes off you. Your fingers shot up to your lips as the others continued discussing something, feeling around for sauce that might’ve not made it onto your tongue.

“Is there something on my face?” you whispered to him and he shook his head, a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. 

“No, your lips just look pretty right now,” instinctively your hand covered your mouth. Jungwon laughed. “Whenever you eat something spicy they turn a really cute shade of red.”

“Thank you?” you offered and turned away from his stare for the sake of your embarrassment. 

Why did your gut feel like it was trembling? 

“Ooh! Should we watch a movie?” Jake asked, it now being his turn to face you. Murmurs of agreement swarmed the table and through a mouthful of chicken, you also approved of the idea. 

You swallowed the food in your mouth as you watched Sunghoon lift a cup of water to his lips. His throat bobbed. A droplet rested on his bottom lip as he stopped to take a breath. Since when was it so hot in the room?

Hastily, you turned to face Jake. “Can I have a sip, please?” you asked the brunette on your left and Jake nodded, wordlessly handing you the paper cup.

Jake took another bite, “It’s so relaxing to be like this.”

And it was. After the stress and intense emotions of I-Land, this moment of connection between the eight of you (Riki was already off and sleeping), brought that feeling where you were safe to be yourself. Any amount of work and heartache you had to endure was worth it. Just to be sitting here and watching your group members laugh and talk casually made your heart soar. From somewhere in the back of your brain you heard Sunghoon laugh and your head instantly turned to follow the happy sound. 

And there he was, smiling and acting the most carefree you’d seen him since, well, you met him. Your brain felt like it was going blank as you watched him eat, it was so cute the way he was concentrating on his food and the slope of his nose looked beautiful as he leaned over the table. Out of all the emotions you’d felt that night, the pride that filled you as you watched him in that moment was the strongest. Sunghoon was one of the kindest and most caring people you’d ever had the joy of becoming close with, and not only was his appearance beautiful, but his soul was as well. He was so deserving of everything he’d earned in the previous summer months. So deserving of all of the people who had fallen in love with him. Deserving of all of your love.

Of your love?

“We’re going to see each other forever,” Jake’s wide eyes surprised you as he tilted his head to try and get you to look at him and away from Sunghoon. Heeseung peeked over his shoulder at the way your face had suddenly gone blank and lost some of its color, like you’d just come to an earth-shattering revelation (you had).

Quickly, he cleared his throat and looked away, “I’m super happy I got to debut with such great people.”

“Awww, so sweet,” Sangmi teased.

“The eldest brother!” Jungwon added and Sunghoon repeated what the younger said, unaware of the way your heart jumped at the sound of his voice.

Jake reached around your small upper body to hit Heeseung on the shoulder, “Wow, our eldest brother.”

“Heeseung would be a great leader when we debut,” Sunghoon continued, and despite being lost in your thoughts, trying to sort out whatever tidal wave emotion that had rushed through you in a split second, you nodded subconsciously.

Jungwon dropped his chopsticks down on the other side of the table, “We’re all one year apart!”

“Do you want me to be the leader?”

“16, 17, 17, 16, 18, 18, 19, 20!” Sunoo counted off, ignoring Heeseung’s question. Jungwon hummed. 

“I want Jay to help a little if I become the leader,” Heeseung said, mostly to himself, but everyone still listened.

“Not Jay!” Sunghoon exclaimed,  “Jay should continue to be the life leader.”

“What about YN-ie?” Sangmi offered, giggling at your thoughtless expression.

Your eyes snapped around at the mention of your name, “Huh?”

The others just laughed. 

“Thank you,” you tilted your head in a bow as your individual interview finally wrapped up, clapping softly as you stood and the staff began packing up the gear. It would just be the other cameras sprinkled around the house that would film the rest of the night. 

“Good work today!” one of the staff cheered and you responded with a smile. The majority of the rooms were silent as you followed the film team towards the entrance of the dorm and you figured that the rest of your members had already begun drifting off to sleep while you stayed up as the final person to answer questions. Mentally, you rolled your eyes.

“Get back safe!” you said as they waved goodbye and only a few seconds passed as the team turned away from the door before you closed it and locked it, pulling on the handle three times to make sure that it was truly locked. There was a privacy gate that surrounded the neighborhood, since the area you were now living in was a neighborhood HYBE had designated for some of their artists, but a motto that had been ingrained into your brain by your mother was “better safe than sorry”. 

Sighing to yourself, you followed the still slightly unfamiliar path into the kitchen to collect your bag before finding your way into one of the two bathrooms. The thought of whether or not this was the one Sangmi had used had been disregarded by you and you pushed your hair back with the Cinnamoroll headband you’d received the previous year for Christmas, only thinking of getting your skincare done and heading to bed.

You were exhausted, all of the excitement and adrenaline finally wearing off as the sound of the running sink met your ears. The cool water on your face felt heavenly and some of the cloudiness in your brain began evaporating as you scrubbed away at your skin. Sunghoon had yet to leave your brain though. Yes, you had always found him attractive, and of course affection for him had always been present, but since when did things feel so deep? Your heart was burning with a sense of longing and hope, images of the two of you doing anything and everything together filling your head. This emotion of fondness was uncharted territory to you, and with the unknown, came fear. 

It hadn’t even been a full 24 hours of being a debut team and you were already proving those that had claimed you would fall for your team members right. The hate that all of the girls had received for being in a co-ed show you now understood because it was justifiable. 

You would fall for them too, you thought bitterly as you pumped vitamin C serum into your hand.

This industry was cruel, you’d been aware of that since your first week as a trainee, but the fans were even cruller. The way they would pick apart the women was something you were dreading, and you would be damned if you gave those who hated you another reason to tear you down. So whatever you were feeling now had to be just a brief moment of weakness because you refused to be vulnerable for those who wanted to be in your position. 

A droplet of water fell onto your hand and you let out a watery laugh as you realized you had started crying. Halfheartedly, you wiped your eyes before removing your contacts, slipping your glasses on before you changed into your pajamas. A final glance in the mirror showed you that your eyes were still a bit red, but it was no bother to you since you figured that Sangmi was already sleeping and you could play the color off as fatigue if you really needed to. 

As quietly as possible, you exited the bathroom, balancing all of your products in your left hand as you tried to open your backpack with your right hand. But with your luck, you could only watch as your bottle of face wash fell off the top of the pile and onto the floor, letting out a small ‘thump’ as it landed. 

“Of course,” you whispered to yourself, staying still as you glanced around the hallway, making sure the small noise didn’t wake anyone up. Once you were positive that the rest of the group was still asleep, you shuffled your feet a bit and began to try and squat down to reach the object. Maybe it wasn’t your best idea, considering your hands were still full, but tiredness had a grip on your thinking, and with the already overwhelming amount of emotions running through your veins, all you wanted to do was fall asleep. 

The sound of a door opening startled you, the soft creek causing your head to snap over your shoulder and for the rest of your skincare to topple out of your hand and crash onto the group. 

“Shit,” Sunghoon’s voice was raspy as he rushed over to you. You could only stare at him as he knelt next to you, checking the packaging to make sure nothing broke before placing everything into your backpack. 

“Did I wake you up?” you whispered to him and he shook his head, finishing zipping up your bag. 

“I was already gonna go to the bathroom,” his eyes flicked up to meet yours and you instantly looked down, “and I heard the noise, but I didn’t really think anything of it.” You nodded and pushed yourself up, him following suit, “I can’t believe they kept you so late.”

“Considering we have to get up at six tomorrow?” A soft laugh was shared between you both. 

“No, I just can’t believe that they were willing to deal with your attitude.”

“I am not the brat you believe me to be, Sunghoon-oppa,” you said, teasingly rolling your eyes at him.

He grinned and the sight of his fangs made your insides go soft, “Only when you’re tired.”

“Only when 5 '11”, ex-ice skaters won’t leave me alone.”

“Oh, hush,” he whispered, hitting your hands away from him, “and go to bed.” 

“Goodnight, Sunghoon-oppa.” You turned to head to your room only for his hand to find your wrist pulling you back around. His face suddenly appeared concerned, eyebrows furrowing. His other hand found your arm and he pulled you closer. If it weren’t for the fact that you were practically nose-to-nose with him now and your heart was suddenly about to beat its way out of your chest, you probably would’ve deduced that he was trying to piece together why your eyes were so red.

“Were you crying?”

The abruptness of his question caught you off-guard and you could only gape at his words, “Nuh- No. I’m just tired.”

The change of tone in the short conversation made your face grow hot. You weren’t sure why you were embarrassed that he’d been able to piece your emotions together that quickly, but it probably had something to do with how you were a horrible liar. 

Sunghoon’s hands that were still gripping onto your arms were making it extremely hard to concentrate as well, the feeling of his fingers pressing into your skin was lighting a fire under your nerves. Electricity was coursing through you at his touch. 

“Are you still worried that people won’t like you?”

“I’m always worried that people won’t like me,” you said. “It’s- it’s um,” you cleared your throat, “It’s just something else. I’m just… thinking about someone in a way I’d rather not.” Your laugh never sounded so wrong before as you acted out from your nervousness. Sunghoon tilted his head slightly, the expression on his face cluing to you that his concern was slowly melting away.

“Who?” Are you kidding me.

Your breathing was getting heavy, the sound of his voice and the overall closeness of him was making it extremely difficult to think. His scent was infiltrating your senses and filling your brain with thoughts of–Sunghoon, Sunghoon, Sunghoon. All you could do was laugh awkwardly.

“Oh… he– You wouldn’t know him.”

“I wouldn’t know him?” Sunghoon’s tone abruptly became rough and you mentally face-palmed yourself. Of course, you would accidentally bring up what you were trying to avoid. “Don’t tell me you’re seeing somebody.”

“I’m not seeing anyone,” you repeated back to him. His dark eyes were holding your own and you had a sudden pull towards him, like you were in a trace, “I’m not.”

Sunghoon didn’t look like he was convinced. 

“But you have romantic feelings for someone?”

“Ye– No. No, I um… I don’t know?” And without warning, he was even closer than before, and in an attempt to combat the heat that was beginning to build within you, you moved backward.

Step.

“Hmm. Well, I do.” Your stomach dropped at the three words. 

Step.

“You do?” Sunghoon hummed, hands running down the expanse of your arms, removing your backpack from your hands and letting it fall to the floor.

Step.

“And I think about her with everything I do. She reminds me of home, like a cold day where I sit next to the fire because the warmth is what keeps me going, and she makes me question everything I’ve ever felt.”

Your back met the wall behind you and you felt how your mouth was slightly opened from Sunghoon’s words. 

“She’s like air to me. Seeing her happy is like a drug for me because it brings me a kind of joy I’ve never experienced before. I want to give her the world, I would do anything she asks me to–”

“She’s very lucky.”

“And I’ve been in love with her ever since I saw her on that stage.”

The intenseness in the way he was speaking made you tremble and the reality of his words was one you didn’t want to face. Your relationship with Sunghoon was one you weren’t willing to lose and him confessing and making everything real was so unbelievably scary. You were desperate for a world where you could be with him, but with it being so early in your career, you didn’t want to risk his future and everything he’d worked for. 

“Sunghoon–”

His hands slid up to your neck and your slim fingers reached up to grip his own. “I apologize for the suddenness, but I think I’m in love with you–”

“Sunghoon. We can’t,” you murmured, heartbreaking as you did so. You couldn’t bear to look in his eyes at that moment, scared of what expression might be evident in them. The strength of your hands on his told a different story than your rejection, though. “Not right now.”

“What do you mean?” The sentence made you feel like crying again. 

“It’s too soon, Hoon,” you said, rubbing the skin of his hands with your thumbs. “If we try anything, the company won’t be happy. Our fans won’t be happy–”

“But wouldn’t you be happy? If we tried anything?” His grip moved to your face and he tilted your head so you had no choice but to look at him. Sunghoon rested his forehead on yours and you squeezed your eyes shut to stop yourself from sobbing. “I want you to be happy…”

“And I don’t want to ruin everything you’ve worked for.” You gently removed his touch from your cheeks, but refused to release his hands, holding them between your two bodies, “I’m happy if I get to have you even like this.”

“I love you.”

Your lips were pressed into a firm pout and you finally found the bravery to look at him, “I love you.” Water was brimming both of your eyes at this point, and he frowned before leaning closer to you only for you to bring your intertwined hands up between your chests to stop him. 

“Let me just once,” he whispered. You bit your lip. It wasn’t smart if you allowed him to do what you thought he wanted to, it would only make things harder for you both. Harder to let everything go and let this love fizzle out. Even though it never would. 

Against your better judgment, you nodded and his lips met yours without another moment wasted. 

You never knew a kiss could be mournful, but that was exactly what this felt like. Sunghoon moved against you so effortlessly, like he was meant to kiss you and you wanted to live in the moment forever. His lips were so soft, so full, and he suckled on your bottom lip before he pressed his tongue onto yours. Salty tears from your eyes mixed with Sunghoon’s flavor and the taste only furthered your heartbreak. Your movements were inexperienced and messy, after all this would be your first kiss, and nothing about it was like the rom-com dramas and romance novels you adored apart from the fact that it was with someone you were in love with. 

Through the way Sunghoon held onto your face and desperately pressed his body against yours you could read how he was saying, “I can’t let you go, but if it’s what you think is best, then I’ll do anything you ask.” And in return, you held him close as your way of saying “I’m sorry. I love you.” 

Then the burning of your lungs became too much and you pulled yourself away. 

Sunghoon said nothing as you collected your bag off the ground and moved past him to your bedroom. Unintentionally, you slammed the door shut behind you and your heart shook with the sound of the bang. You couldn’t help the feeling of regret that clawed its way onto you, like some sort of ugly second skin that you couldn’t get rid of. The thought of “What if”. 

“YN-ie?” Sangmi’s voice was groggy as she roused at the commotion you’d created. You sniffled and set the backpack at the foot of your bed, acting as if you didn’t hear her. “Honey, what’s wrong?”

More tears were on your cheeks. 

“He– I– I…” and with that, you were sobbing in the most unattractive way. Sangmi instantly was out of her bed, arms finding your shoulders and pressing your face into her neck as you released your heartbreak into your best friend’s skin.

Ever since that first night, the tension between you and Sunghoon had been unbearable. Not only for both of you but for the other members as well. Sangmi hadn’t left you alone longer than necessary after you’d cried your heart out to her and fallen asleep with her in her bed, too worried that you wouldn’t be able to get through it alone. Especially with your young age and the stresses that were already beginning to pile up as the recording for Enhypen’s debut album commenced. The other boys were always by your side too. They didn’t know exactly what had happened, but they could sense something was off and began copying the way Sangmi was taking care of you.

And while you were thankful for their concern, you were desperate to no longer be coddled. 

“Your voice is so pretty,” Jake mused to you as the two of you exited the recording studio, leaving Jay and Heeseung behind to finish up some more background vocals. 

You and Jake had meetings to attend to as the last part of the day’s schedule due to brands already requesting endorsements with you both, Louis Vuttion for Jake and Miu Miu for you. You figured that they must’ve been pretty desperate to secure a brand deal with you both considering the group had yet to debut. 

“I think I strained too much today. I don’t know what’s been going on but my throat has been so dry lately.”

Jake offered you his water. You shook your head, not wanting to take even more since you’d drank from it for the entirety of the recording session, but he simply sighed at your stubbornness and pushed the bottle into your hands.

“You should let me take care of you more often,” he pouted and you giggled at the sight. 

“I already have six other people worried about me. You don’t need to look after me too.” The way he was looking at you shifted and the smirk that revealed itself on his lips made heat rise to your face. Hastily, you took a sip from his water.

“Can’t I love you?”

“No!” you blurted and laughed at your reaction. 

“Relax, I’m just messing with you.” Embarrassed, you shared a small laugh with him. “But what has been going on? I don’t feel as close to you as we were on I-Land.”

“Trauma response.” He wrestled his water bottle from your hands, faking annoyance. “Sorry! I’m sorry!” you laughed as Jake pulled his hood up over his face, a faux saddened expression on his handsome features and he tried to turn away from you. You stopped to throw your arms around him, stopping his strides and pinning his arms down as you brought your face close to his. “Aww, don’t pout. ‘I’m just messing with you,’” you said, mocking his accent. 

He tried to brush his nose against yours and you immediately jumped away.

“Back up, buddy.”

“Oh so you’ll kiss Sunghoon but not me?” Your stomach plummeted to the floor.

The first thing you felt was panic. Worry about who else knew and how Jake found out being what struck you. Then, you were angry. And with the look on Jake’s face, he knew he said something he shouldn’t have.

“Wait, I didn’t mean that–”

“How’d you know about that?” you whispered angrily and the shuffling of other staff at the end of the hallway briefly distracted you, enough for Jake to loop your arm with his and pull you towards the elevators that would take you to your meeting rooms. “Slow– Slow down Jake! God…”

The both of you stopped in front of the elevator and he pressed the up button.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. It was out of line–” 

“It’s fine, but what did… What did he tell you?”

Jake sighed, “Just that you guys kissed. Didn’t really mention anything else but he seemed so upset. And now,” he huffed out a breath of air. “He’s not really talking to any of us.”

Your eyebrows furrowed harshly as you blinked up at him. Sunghoon wasn’t talking to any of them? You hadn’t seen him a lot in the past week, partly because you were avoiding him and partly because the schedules were increasingly becoming more and more busy. But from the times that you had seen him, he didn’t seem any different than he normally did. You had thought you were doing the right thing: giving him time away from you to heal, when really, you had just been thinking of yourself and the hurt your decision had caused you. More often than not, you cared for others intensely, and when you would finally recognize how suffocating you were being, you would withdraw completely. You needed to have the power to leave before the other person did. 

“Is something going on with you two?”

“I don’t know what to do Jake,” you muttered as the elevator dinged. He carefully grasped onto your sleeve and directed you into the small space, “I just thought that, you know, we technically aren’t even in the industry yet and… I’m just so tired of feeling scared of everything.”

Jake cooed a soft “No” at your words and pulled you into a tight hug. The grounding feeling of his arms around you chipped away at your anger and worry, and his natural scent with the coconut and vanilla body wash Sangmi had bought for him helped the unease in your head slowly evaporate. 

“Don’t be scared of Sunghoon,” he said after he felt how your breathing had slowed, “Don’t be scared of any of us.”

“I don’t want to be the reason for something bad to happen to you guys. I don’t want you guys to hate me.” You sniffed and internally cringed at how pathetic you sounded, “What if I do something bad and you all leave me?”

His chin left your head and as soon as you looked up, you saw the almost offended look he had in his eyes.

“Do you know how stupid you sound right now?” Your face scrunched at his words and you went to push him away before he stopped you. “We would never, ever, leave you,” he said, “We’re all too obsessed with you to even let you out of our sights for a minute. And– and, you’re such a good person. It’s so easy to see that and we all love you so much.”

Jake paused and you had to focus on the dinging from the elevator going up another two floors to stop yourself from sniffing again. 

His eyes fell downwards to the floor as he spoke up again, “Especially Sunghoon.” He almost sounded sad, but you let it go. “So I don’t want you to be scared of how you feel for him. And after this meeting, I want you to go to him and tell him you want to be with him.”

“Jake–”

“No, really, because I know that if you don’t do it now, you never will,” he pushed and unfortunately, he was right. “Embrace being loved for once. I want you to understand how much you deserve it.” 

The robotic female voice signaled that you had arrived at the floor where you were going to have your meetings and Jake released you at the sound. You gripped onto his torso for one longer moment, though, squeezing him tightly.

“You’re amazing.”

He laughed, “I know I am.”

Jake watched as you smiled up at him, only to let your hand fall into his as you pulled him out of the elevator and into the hallway. As lightly as he could, he squeezed your hand three times, hoping you wouldn’t know what it meant.

It had been easy to talk to the members on the car ride back to the dorms, the four of you discussing the upcoming trip to Jeju-do for the further production of the debut EP and what was for dinner that night. You all had more filming to do for the end of your day and the ENHYPEN&Hi episode, so you were thankful that you’d had only a two-hour dance practice earlier. 

“I’m so hungryy,” you whined to Jake and Riki whined along with you, trying to match your pitch. “Riki-chan, stop.”

“Forget hungry, she’s hangry,” Jake teased.

You pouted at him and Heeseung laughed at the way your lips pressed together, “Is my charm broken today or something? Why aren’t you guys fussing over me and offering me snacks?”

“I’ll make you raymeon as soon as we get back, okay?”

“Fine,” you agreed to Jake’s offer. 

Heeseung smiled, “How was your meeting?”

“Unbelievable,” you smiled, suddenly giddy with excitement. “It’s still crazy that Miu Miu wants me to be a house ambassador.”

“Wow, Aoki YN, your impact is so amazing. Total It-Girl.”

“If you’re jealous Riki-chan, just say that,” you sassed before turning back to Heeseung. “They want to do a magazine cover with me in December to announce it.” 

“Well, you certainly have their princess vibes down to a T.”

“Because I’m pretty?”

“Because you’re spoiled–”

“My meeting was great too, Heeseung-hyung, thanks for asking,” Jake interrupted and Riki laughed loudly at the elder. The trio continued to bicker as you rested your head on the window, listening now and then for one of their creative comments and giggling. 

But your head was still spinning, heart heavy with worry for Sunghoon. You had genuinely thought that you were doing the right thing by shutting down your love for him despite knowing it would never end for you. The idea of setting him free had convinced you to disregard yourself, but thanks to Jake, you’d come to face the reality that the idea of letting him go was just an excuse for you to disregard your fear of vulnerability. And you couldn’t help but think of all of the times Sunghoon had been there for you, comforted you, made you laugh, and in return, you couldn’t even fully open yourself up to him. 

You wanted everything with him. You did want something real. 

Jake leaned over your shoulder, peering at your face and searching for any signs that you were upset. The corners of his lips gently turned up into a small reassuring smile. You returned the action.

“I would love to go to an actual restaurant,” Heeseung suddenly said, and you figured that at some point when you were lost in your thoughts, they’d changed the topic of conversation once again.

“Ooh!” Riki exclaimed, “I want to try a Saengson Hoejip.”

You shifted a little in your seat so you were facing them, “We might as well go to a sushi place then.”

“Mhm, they’re very different,” Heeseung said. 

“I’m not very well-versed in my types of raw fish.”

Heeseung smiled, “That just tells me I need to take you out to more places to eat.”

“As long as I can come,” Riki added. Heeseung rolled his eyes at the younger and Riki let out an offended sound at the action. 

“Me too! Me too!” Jake laughed and as they began to jokingly argue once again, you were relieved to see the gate for the community the dorm was in. And then you remembered what you promised Jake you would do that night and the relief morphed into anxiety. 

Would Sunghoon hate you for changing your mind? Would he assume you were playing with his feelings? Or maybe he wouldn’t trust you because he thought you would randomly reject him again. You could only hope that he would at least give you another chance. 

The car traveled down the road crowded with the apartments that other groups and wealthier citizens lived in and you watched as they passed, trying to piece together what you would say to Sunghoon that night. But as the four of you were dropped off and the moon shone down on you, you realized that it was pointless. You would be too nervous in front of him to remember any sort of speech. Heeseung typed in the code and held the door for Jake, Riki, and you before heading in himself and you heard the consoling sound of the locks clicking into place.

“I’m gonna go change and then I’ll meet you in the kitchen,” you said to Jake and he nodded in agreement. The both of you moved towards your still rather bare rooms, and you quickly picked out a pair of plaid pajama pants. To your disappointment, most of your crewnecks were dirty, so you pulled on a random hoodie that you’d stowed away in your bag after finding it in the studio earlier that day. 

Your sock-clad feet padded noiselessly against the tiled floor as you headed for the kitchen, catching the sight of Sunghoon, Sunoo, and Sangmi sitting in the living room together. Sunghoon was too engrossed in his phone to pay attention to you walking by, but the image of him still looking so princely despite being in lounge clothing and bare-faced made your heart race.

Swallowing was painful against your dry throat and you turned into the kitchen, where the smell of food was already beginning to drift into the air. Your stomach grumbled. 

“Jungwon-oppa!” you exclaimed, seeing your fellow 04-liner helping Jake at the stove. Grinning, you spun around the corner of the counter and slid yourself into the space between the two boys. You wound an arm around him, leaning in for a kind of hug, “I missed you today.”

His ears turned a darker shade of pink, “Be careful, it’s hot.”

“Can I help?”

“You can go sit at the table,” Jake offered and you hit his arm at the comment, him and Jungwon laughing. 

“Fine. But I want a good portion of that,” you demanded, your other arm going around Jungwon’s waist as he opened his package of spices and began pouring them into the boiling water. 

He rested his cheek on the top of your head, “Of course.” And then a quick kiss was planted on your hair before he was nudging you away with his hip.

“Geez… Ok, ok! I’m going!” you giggled as he continued to bump you. 

“This looks so good,” Jay said loudly as he walked into the kitchen and you decided that it was his turn to receive a hug as you moved away from Jungwon. Without even sparing you a glance, Jay opened his arms for you to rush into.

“No, no,” Jungwon said as Jay and you waddled along behind the two, “We asked you before.”

Heeseung, now in a pink hoodie and Winnie the Pooh pajama pants, wasn’t far behind Jay and he approached the youngsters who were cooking as well. “That looks so good,” he said, nudging you and Jay to the side so he could stand between Jake and Jungwon.

“Get out of here,” you giggled, moving away from Jay to nudge Heeseung back. The elder smiled. 

“It looks really good,” he repeated as he left the kitchen. 

Jay tugged on the sleeve of your hoodie, “Is this Sunghoon’s?” You tucked a piece of hair behind your ear as you looked down at the clothing. 

“Oh. Yeah, it is.”

Jake’s head whipped over his shoulder, “Did you two already make up?” Your eyes widened at his comment and you violently began shaking your head from side to side. Trying to signal to him that this was not the time and place to talk about you and Sunghoon. He furrowed his eyebrows, confused, “You haven’t?”

“What’s going on between you and Sunghoon?” Jay asked, glancing between you and Jake. Jake flushed as a death glare was sent his way from you.

“Nothing, nothing,” you cleared your throat and let your eyes trail up to Jay’s face, “I think he’s just tired of me stealing his things.”

Jungwon laughed, “As if. I swear sometimes he leaves his stuff around cause he knows you’re gonna pick it up.”

“Nah, you’re lying,” Jake cut in, “If anyone does that, it’s Jay-hyung.”

Jungwon laughed loudly as he picked up the pan to assist Jake in finishing the ramyeon. Jay’s face had fallen flat in faux anger, as it often did whenever he was teased by the members.

“We all do it, actually!” The sight of your smile directed towards him made his heart stutter, “You always clean our clothes after you wear them.”

Your mouth fell open, “You think I smell bad?!”

“No! No–”

“You’re the best-smelling person in this whole dorm,” Heeseung said as he walked back into the kitchen. He began collecting and placing chopsticks for the ramyeon on the table, “Always remind me of cupcakes or something.”

You pouted, “Well, good. I’ve spent too much on perfume for me to stink.” 

Moving away from the stove, you sat down at the table next to Heeseung, waiting for Jake to be done stirring the noodles. Which, apparently, had already been done, considering how quickly bowls were placed on the table after you’d sat down. The pan with the food had been placed at the center, and you gently nudged the Nintendo Switch Heeseung was playing on in his direction.

“Let’s take a photo of this!” Jake exclaimed, pulling out his phone and sitting down before holding the device out to take a selfie. Leaning onto Heeseung’s shoulder, you offered a peace sign, like he and Jungwon were doing. 

As soon as the camera was down, the man on your right began to dish the ramyeon into his bowl and you carefully began to take some of your own as well. 

“Does this even keep you warm?” you asked through a mouthful of noodles as you pulled on the sleeve of Heeseung’s sweatshirt, referencing the hole in the shoulder.

He slurped his food loudly, “Not really but I have a shirt on underneath.” He turned to show you the other piece of clothing through the hole in the back. 

“That seems counterproductive.”

Jungwon laughed at your thought, “At least it’s not that cold right now.”

“Clearly,” Jake scooped up more raymeon with his chopsticks, “Jay’s standing there in shorts and drinking an iced drink.”

You peered around Heeseung to the second oldest, who was leaning on the counter and enjoying his drink, “Do you want some food?”

Jungwon shook his head for Jay, “No. You eat.”

“I was just asking…” you trailed off as Sunoo joined the rest of you in the kitchen. 

“Consider your health though. You haven’t eaten since this morning,” Jake said and you felt your cheeks heat at their thoughtfulness. 

Sunoo stood next to the table, tying the front part of his hair into a small ponytail that resembled the sprout of a plant. “That’s crazy,” he said, commenting on how good the meal smelled.

No one said anything in response, knowing that he was searching for someone to offer him food. 

“You can have a bite,” Heeseung offered after swallowing his mouthful. Sunoo thought for a moment before leaning towards the camera, squishing his cheeks up into a smile. You laughed at the cute sight.

After finishing your serving, you gathered the remaining food into your bowl, “Is Sangmi-unniei in our room?” 

“I think so,” Sunoo said. “If not, she’s probably showering.”

You hummed in affirmation and stood up, taking the bowl with you. After bidding the boys good night, you waved at the camera at the end of the table, “See you soon!” And as you left the room, you could distantly hear the others chuckling inaudibly at your exit.

The sight of Sunghoon still sitting on the living room floor, phone in his hands stopped you though. 

You peered down at the warm bowl of food in your hands. Should you offer him the ramyeon as a peace offering? What if he hasn’t eaten?

Your mouth moved before you could stop it, “Hey Sunghoon-oppa.” His head whipped up, surprise written on his face. His eyes were so beautiful, it made your heart race. Like it was trying to beat out of your chest and reach him. You tilted the dish in your hand towards him, “Have you eaten?”

He shook his head. He still appeared too stunned to speak.

“Would you like this?”

He blinked quickly, closing his mouth which had fallen open a bit without either of you noticing. “Yeah… um–” he slid to the side a bit, “Sit here.”

So you did. Without breaking eye contact with him, you handed him the ramyeon, and for a moment, you watched him eat in silence. To put it simply, you were happier sitting on the tile floor and watching the boy you were in love with eat than you had been in the past two weeks. 

Your mind spiraled as you sat close to him, knees brushing, and a warm feeling filled your heart. The emotion of yearning was one you’d become familiar with recently, and now, that finally had come to a stop. By looking at him, you could imagine a future again, one with lazy mornings together and a life where instead of worrying about ruining his career, you would help him grow. You would take it one day at a time because you loved him. 

The glass bowl clinked as Sunghoon set it down on the tile. He wiped his mouth. You tried to not stare at his lips. You’ve kissed those lips before–

“Is that my hoodie?” 

Taken by surprise at his question, you gaped at him for a split second before you moved to stare down and brush the front of the clothing off.

“Yeah um… I’m sorry,” you moved to take it off before you remembered that you weren’t wearing anything underneath. “I’ll give it back to you. I just didn’t have anything else really to wear. Well, I did, but nothing I would want to sleep in–”

He cut you off with a small laugh, “It’s okay YN-ie. You can keep it if you want.”

“Ah,” you tucked your knees up to your chest. “Wait, really?”

Sunghoon nodded, “I meant what I said that night.” He looked at you, really looked at you (it felt like he was staring straight through your soul) and you softened at the adoration in his eyes. “I want you to be happy.”

You sniffled, “Over a sweatshirt?”

“Even over a sweatshirt.” You shared a laugh. 

“I actually wanted to talk to you…” you trailed off, gathering your courage before speaking again, “About that night.”

Sunghoon’s face fell, “I know. I overstepped and it was out of nowhere and I’m sorry–”

“Don’t apologize,” you said hushedly. Your hand shook as you reached to grab him, “I’m sorry.” Sunghoon was shaking his head in disagreement, but you chose to ignore it. “I love you,” you were speaking in hushed tones now, “I love you more than I’ve loved anyone in my life and it’s so scary,” the last part was weak in volume but strong in emotion. You could only hope that Sunghoon heard it. “It was wrong of me to shut you down like that after letting you kiss me and, Hoon– Hoon I… I want to try.”

The tears came quickly to your eyes and his free thumb reached up to wipe the water under your eyes away. You didn’t miss the way his own shone with a new kind of happiness, though.

“Don’t apologize. You’re allowed to feel however you want and I don’t want you to think that it’s not okay to say what you want.” You leaned into his touch, relishing in the way it felt like it set your skin on fire, “But I don’t want you to rush anything.”

“I’m not rushing–”

“Have you thought about us?” His question caught you off-guard. “All of those worries from before… are they gone?”

“I’m tired of pretending that I don’t need you, Hoon.”

He sighed shakily, leaning his head back, “I don’t want you to regret this.”

“Sunghoon-ssi, would you like to be my boyfriend.” It wasn’t a question. Instead, it was more of a statement, and it made him look back down at you instantly. There was something you couldn’t read in his eyes and his lack of response made nerves begin to grow in your chest. Doubt riddled your head, but you remained confident. Disregarding your fears was a difficult feat, and you were doing your best to be brave to him. 

“You can’t just ask that,” the whiny tone in his voice was so rare for him, and it made you laugh. “I’m being serious, YN-ah.”

You closed your mouth, but the smile didn’t go anywhere, “Right, right. Sorry.”

He blinked slowly at you, “I’m asking for the sake of both of us. I don’t want you to make a mistake you regret and I don’t want to be hurt again.”

“I’ve spent the past two weeks thinking about nothing except for you,” you whispered to him. His thoughts pulled at your heartstrings a bit and you couldn’t believe that you’d neglected showing Sunghoon the care and love he deserved for so long. “And if I’ve regretted anything… it’s been not trying to do anything.” You rested your forehead against his, like the first time you’d both confessed to each other. “I want you and I’ll spend as long as it takes to prove that to you,” you said, pausing to take a deep breath. “I made a mistake and I want to make up for it.”

He kissed you. Sitting in the empty living room, on the floor with the laughter of the other members drifting in from the kitchen, and it made you melt. 

It was just as messy as the first one, but it made you feel connected to him. The almost bruising possessiveness that he used to press his lips against yours made your stomach weak, and you desperately curled your hands into his hair to hold him against you. And at the touch of your fingers on his scalp, Sunghoon nibbled at your bottom lip and you almost groaned at the sensation. 

It was over sooner than you’d like. He pulled back, probably to satisfy the need to breathe. His warm eyes were on you instantly and shyness immediately overtook you. You looked down to try and hide the blush on your cheeks and the way you giggled to yourself. 

One of Sunghoon’s fingers hooked under your chin to pull you back up to him and you were met with the sight of him smiling softly at your excitement. 

“You want to?” he quietly asked, and you were so distracted from the kiss that it took you a moment to realize that he was talking about what you’d said before. 

You nodded, “Of course I do.”

“Then you can start by being my girlfriend.” Sunghoon’s smile grew to the point where his fangs were on display. You pretended to pout.

“I asked you first.”

He groaned, pulling you towards him and you shuffled with him to cuddle into his chest.

“I would love to be your girlfriend, Sunghoon-oppa.” And, god, when was the last time you saw him this happy?

“You realize this is the second time we’ve made out in front of the cameras?” You glanced over at the camera sitting on the floor next to you both and then at the one in the top corner of the room. Embarrassed, you buried your face into his neck, inhaling the calming scent that was Park Sunghoon. 

“At least the one on the floor is turned off,” you said, voice muffled into his skin. Sunghoon laughed, although you weren’t sure if it was from what you said or the way your lips tickled his skin. 

“It’s okay,” he added, “maybe they’ll use this footage and it’ll let everyone know that you’re taken now.”

You pulled back to look at his stupidly wide grin and you giggled before slapping his chest playfully, “More like it’ll make all of those fangirls back off of you.”

Sunghoon sighed, “I love you.”

“I love you,” you said back, almost immediately. He stretched one of his legs out from the criss-cross position he’d been sitting in and his foot hit the empty bowl of ramyeon. It clattered loudly, making you jump and look over your shoulder at it. “Ugh…” you groaned as you pushed yourself up into a standing position. 

Sunghoon frowned up at you, “Where'er you going?” You made a gesture at the ramyeon. 

“That,” you said as the boy also stood up, taking the bowl with him, “Was supposed to be for Sangmi.”

He let out a small ‘Ah’ of realization, “But you gave it to me.”

“Mhm,” you said as you both walked slowly in the direction of where everyone else was. “I gave it to you. Boyfriend.” And the way he grinned at his new title only confirmed to you, that your worries were no longer anything to be worried about.

마리셀의 노트 , hehe first full length fic! this is the first part in a series that shows how each of the members joined the relationship and we’re starting with hoon😁🥹 some of this probably doesn’t make sense but it’s only because there’s a lot of stuff that goes down in I-LAND!! same goes with how quickly you n hoon get together… more background that will hopefully be showed in the I-LAND chapters💕💗 I’ll try to post some drabbles with the other members soon, but no promises lol🤷‍♀️ until then, thank you so much for the support I’ve received so far! it means the world to me💐🌷

[julsvu]

hiiii :3 can i request blue lock bachira x f!reader hcs where his s/o is really sweet and all lovey-dovey towards him or maybe just bachira boyfriend headcanons in general? he’s so cute i’d conquer the world if he asked…‎ ( ˶˘ ³˘(⋆❛ ہ ❛⋆)!♡ love your account btw~ thank you and have a good day/night!!

fem! reader

💬: hi!! tysm for requesting, i love bachira so much :3 i hope you have a nice week anon (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡ you are so real I'd conquer the world if bachira asked me to, too

📒: fluff

meguru bachira boyfriend hcs

no shame at all. he WILL be all over you even in public, giving you cheek kisses and hugs especially

he always does it with a big goofy grin on his face too

if you return his energy, his grin would somehow be bigger?? he's the human embodiment of ":D"

LOVES LOVES rambling to you, or telling you random stuff in general

probably spams your texts a lot

he's the type to try loads of random filters while on video call

u could be telling a story and he'd be having a tiger filter on (he also makes random facial expressions to test how much the filter can go)

VERY VERY TOUCHY, if u dont want him giving u kisses in public, he can stick to holding your hand and literally glueing himself to you, when you guys sit beside each other, he makes sure your thighs or legs are touching

mans is the type to wait for you outside the bathroom

HE FOLLOWS U EVERYWHERE

loves giving you his sweaters, and vice versa!!

sometimes he steals your hoodies

HE WALKS AROUND SO CASUALLY WITH IT TOO

he'd be all "I don't know, love! i hope you find them soon, though :D" when you ask him where your hoodies are

his friends, esp isagi, knows absolutely everything about you

he rambles about you a lot 😭😭

"did you know (name) is really pretty? and!-" cue him infodumping for at least 45 minutes, take a huge deep breath and proceed his infodump once again

he's vv supportive in whatever u do

if u like soccer like him, he always teaches u how to do tricks and stuff

he gets so excited whenever he plays with u too

mans is having the time of his life

wants to own a small apartment with you and your future 50 cats (half of them are named meguru jr...)

© 2024 JULSVU. all rights reserved. please don't plagiarize, translate, put in other websites or copy my work without permission. ty!

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The Parent Trap: Chapter Two

Aegon Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader x Aemond Targaryen

Summary: After the disastrous divorce between Aemond Targaryen and Y/n Velaryon the twins Baelon and Aemon were separated. Each was raised by one of their parents. Baelon was raised by his father while Aemon was raised by his mother. Years later they both meet at a summer camp and discover the existence of the other. The twins realize that there are many secrets in their family, eager to discover their past, they put together a plan to deceive their parents.

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Thank you for your support, I was nervous that people wouldn't like it because the fic wasn't the same as the movie so I'm very happy to read all your comments. REBLOGS, comments and likes are always appreciated 🥰🥰💕💕💕

Btw, I made two playlists for this fic. One is from Aemond and the Reader and another is from Reader and Aegon. As I keep writing I'll probably add more songs or even delete some, who knows. If you have songs for me to add or are curious to know why, you are welcome to write to me in my inbox.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

Ten years earlier

Your leg kept moving up and down. Your eyes are constantly directed to the door, expecting that at any moment Aemond would return home. You tried to distract yourself by watching TV but you were too anxious. Your mind couldn't focus on the stupid movie because all you could think about was the positive sign on the pregnancy tests you had taken that afternoon with Rhaena and Jace by your side. You regretted telling them to leave. If they were with you they would be preventing you from locking yourself in your own mind. They would make you tell them your fears and they would try to calm you down. The three of them would be making plans. You might even be practicing with Jace how the hell tell Aemond they were going to be parents.

You and Aemond would be parents. You would be a mother. You always knew you would have children, you wanted the happily ever after with the wedding and children like they always showed in the movies, but now you are terrified. It wasn't supposed to be like this. You're barely twenty-three years old, you haven't even finished your second year of editorial editing. It was assumed that when you had children you would be at least over twenty-seven, your career—a career you were truly passionate about—would be finished, you would have a good job, and you would be married. You tried to console yourself by telling yourself that at least you're in a stable relationship. You and Aemond have been dating for three years. You two knew each other since you were little because your godmother is Aemond's older sister and then you ended up attending the same school so you spent a lot of time together. You still remember like it was yesterday how nervous you were when you first kissed Aemond during New Year's. You were afraid of ruining your friendship and that things would become awkward but he didn't pull away when you kissed him he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer to him. That night they hid from everyone and spent the rest of the celebration kissing. The next day they started dating. From there everything was wonderful. Like any couple, you and Aemond have your run-ins—like when you argued because you didn't like the way he behaved with Jace, your best friend, or when Aemond got mad at you because you made the two of you leave the restaurant you were having a date at. to pick up a drunk Aegon in a bar again—but there was definitely more joy than displeasure in your relationship with Aemond. You saw yourself having a future with him, you could see yourself perfectly next to him in your white dress. You can imagine Aemond putting a baby to sleep while he lulls it to sleep in High Valyrian. Are you sure you want a future with Aemond. But you're terrified of his reaction to this unexpected news. What would you do if Aemond didn't want to keep the baby? You would have to break up with him. Even though you were scared, you knew you wanted to keep the baby. That was clear to you.

You heard the door open and it didn't take long for your boyfriend to enter. You got up from the couch and went to hug him. Whenever he returned home you welcomed him with a hug and kisses. This time you held on to him longer than usual, wanting to remember the feeling of Aemond's arms around you in case this was the last time.

You were about to kiss him but he turned your face away from him making your heart skip a beat. Before you could move away he gently grabbed your chin and studied you carefully. Of course, he had realized something was happening to you when you were clinging so fiercely to him.

“What's wrong?” he asked. Aemond first wanted to know what was happening to you before you kissed him.

Once again you regretted kicking Rhaena and Jace out. At least you should have taken advantage of this time alone to practice in front of the mirror how to tell your boyfriend that you are pregnant. Or you could have called your parents to help you. Although knowing them they would tell you to keep the secret so that the three of them could plan a big announcement together. But you couldn't wait, you need to know now what Aemond was thinking. You needed to know whether or not he would be with you on this trip.

“Y/n?” Your boyfriend called you, feeling his concern growing with every second that you remained silent.

“I think I'm pregnant” You closed your eyes feeling frustrated with yourself and hurried to correct yourself “I mean, I'm pregnant” You tried not to panic as you felt him move away from you “I haven't had any blood tests done yet but I'm One hundred percent sure I'm pregnant. I took five pregnancy tests and they all came back positive.”Your nerves were evident because you were talking faster than normal and you couldn't stop gesturing with your hands.

Aemond felt as if someone had thrown a bucket of cold water on him. This was not in his plans. Right now he was focused on opening his own publishing house, he needed to focus all of his attention on that, he didn't need a distraction and a baby would be that. Taking care of a child would take up too much time. But I couldn't tell you that. I'd be an idiot if I told you that. His mother didn't raise him to be an idiot.

“Marry me,” he said, knowing it was the right thing to do. Besides, ever since you two moved in together, he knew you were going to get married. He knows that he wants to spend the rest of his life waking up next to you, he wants your face to be the first and last thing he sees, he wants to come home and always be greeted with your kisses, he wants you to tell him about your day while the two of you have dinner, He wants to hear your theories about the TV shows you watch together. Aemond wants everything with you, even the most mundane things like going grocery shopping or walking the dogs. He loves you. The only reasons Aemond hadn't proposed to you already was because he wanted to wait until you finished college and he wanted his publishing company to be established. Planning a wedding was a big deal and you two didn't have time for that. But now it didn't matter anymore. “Marry me,” he said again with a smile as he saw how you opened your eyes and looked at him as if he were giving you the moon.

You couldn't help but laugh at yourself, feeling like an idiot for doubting Aemond. Maybe it wasn't the romantic proposal you had dreamed of but you didn't care. You were so relieved and so glad you didn't have to do this alone.

“Yes,” you responded with your heart racing and tears in your eyes. “Yes!” you repeated louder this time before throwing yourself into your fiancé's arms. You began to laugh as Aemond picked you up and spun you around. Your fears were forgotten. The only thing you felt at that moment was happiness.

Present

Aemon found it strange that when he arrived at camp Rickon was not waiting for him at the entrance like the previous years. He assumed this time that the trip had tired him too much and he went to take a nap in his cabin. So he decided to go there first instead of searching for him throughout the rest of the camp. If Rickon wasn't there at least he would leave his suitcases so he could walk comfortably.

When he entered the cabin he expected to find it empty or his best friend sleeping. He never imagined that an almost exact copy of him would be found walking back and forth all over the place. Aemon is not proud but his first reaction is to scream and throw his suitcase at him with all his might.

“Dude, what the hell?!” his copy shouted, barely managing to cum in time to avoid being hit.

“What happened?!” Rickon asked, also screaming, running out of the bathroom. “Aemon you finally arrived!” He ran to hug him.

Aemon barely moved his arms to hug Rickon but his eyes did not leave the other boy who was too similar to him. The copy of him didn't stop looking at him either, the two of them were studying each other. The only difference is that the stranger had much shorter hair than Aemon and did not have tanned skin like him. But Aemon knew that if he hadn't been sailing in the sun with his grandparents just a few days ago then he would look just like the copy of him.

"Who is he?" Aemon asked breaking the hug, no longer able to stand his curiosity. If he had encountered the copy of him years ago he would have thought that it was some kind of prank by Rickon or that maybe it was an evil clone but now he knew that it didn't make sense. The only logical explanation he could think of was that he had a missing twin but that didn't make sense because his mom would never hide something as big as this from him.

“Aemon do you need glasses? It's obvious that he's a copy of you," said the dark-haired boy, earning an angry look from the other two boys. “Don't do that, it's weird,” he complained.

“I am not Aemon's copy. In any case, he is my copy,” declared the short-haired boy.

“I met Aemon before so you are a copy of him.”

“Wait, why does he know my name?” Aemon interrupted before the other two continued fighting over who the copy was. He needed to know what was going on before he gave him a headache. Although since he saw the stranger he began to feel bad. It was disconcerting to see someone just like himself. He made him feel uncomfortable. Not even Joffrey looked that much like him, and she was his brother.

Aemon wanted to know who this boy was, why he looked so much like him, and why this was the first time he had met him. But at the same time, he was afraid. He could already sense that his life would be different after this camp. He decided to sit on the nearest bed to avoid running out and ask one of the caregivers for his cell phone to call his parents to come back to look for him. Maybe he should have let Mom walk him to the cabin like she wanted.

“Your friend thought I was you, he came up shouting your name when I was with my uncle Daeron. My uncle said that he knew you and that I should stay with Rickon until you showed up. Now I see why he insisted so much."

Aemon was sure he had heard Daeron's name before but he was sure he had never met him. Without realizing it he began to move his leg up and down trying to remember that he knew about Daeron but nothing came to mind.

“I am Baelon Targaryen,” the boy introduced himself, looking at him with concern and Aemon squeezed his leg to prevent himself from moving it further. “I think I'm your twin.”

“No,” the long-haired boy denied instantly.

“Dude, we're literally copies of each other!” Baelon said, frustration evident in his voice, pointing at Aemon and then at himself.

Rickon gave Baelon a look telling him to shut up. In the few hours that he had known him, Baelon had never seen Rickon so serious, so he crossed his arms indignantly and watched silently and attentively as Stark sat next to his twin.

“I know it seems crazy, Aemon, but I really think Baelon is right,” said the dark-haired boy, looking at his friend with concern. Rickon wouldn't know how to react either if he suddenly found out that he had a twin. “The two are copies of each other. Besides, he grew up without knowing his mom and you grew up without knowing your dad. I don't think it's a coincidence. Just like I don't think it's a coincidence that Baelon's uncle knew you."

Aemon looked at his best friend before turning his attention to his possible new brother. “When were you born?”

"June 20th. I guess just like you," said Baelon, and was satisfied when he saw that his twin nodded. "I have a photo of Mom!" He suddenly remembered the photo that he had stolen from Dad a long time ago and that he had hidden in his luggage. “You can see her and confirm that she is our mom,” he said excitedly, thinking that this way Aemon could no longer deny his relationship. He couldn't help but be excited at the thought that he was no longer alone, he had a brother. He had always seen how close his uncle Daeron was to his dad and his other uncles and he remembered wanting to have the same.

Baelon ran to grab his suitcase and began to take out all of his clothes, not caring about the mess, until he found the latest Boku no Hero manga that he was reading and triumphantly pulled out one of the pages the photo of her mother with him in her arms while she kissed his cheek, her eyes were only on him, not caring to look at the camera.

“Look,” he said, handing the photo proudly to Aemon. The photo wasn't complete, it was obvious that someone had cut it in half but Baelon didn't care. That photo was one of his most prized possessions. He looked at her every day before going to sleep because he reminded him that his mom loves him.

“Oh, shit,” Aemon muttered before handing the photo back to him.

“It's her, right?” Baelon asked, watching with anticipation as it was now Aemon who was searching for something in his suitcase. Aemon, unlike him, was not throwing his clothes everywhere. He felt his heart race when he saw how his twin took out a notebook and took something out of it.

“Is this your dad?” Aemon asked, giving him a photo. Baelon nodded several times, unable to say anything out of emotion. His dad wasn't looking at the camera but he wasn't looking at the baby he was holding either. He just looked to the side with a smile.

Baelon took both photos and placed them side by side on the bed. The photo was now complete. Dad was looking at Mom. If Baelon hadn't been so engrossed in looking at the photo then he would have noticed Aemon and Rickon exchanging glances.

“I told you we're twins!” Baelon said with a big smile once he snapped out of the shock of nudging Aemon.

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