wtf
every wednesday on the dot you and gojo go get lunch together. or at least when one of you isn’t on a mission or something.
okay, maybe once a month or so, you and gojo get lunch together. it used to be every day. back when you were all students. but then it became every other day. till it was once a week. till now where it’s once a month.
you’ve told gojo that he doesn’t have to. he’s a busy man after all. he must have other things to do. but he insists on showing up to your classroom, bringing cakes that make your jaw clench and sandwiches that you honestly reckon qualify as cake as well.
you secretly think he does it more for himself than he does it for you. that he likes the normality of it. the routine. you’ve been around for so long after all. like a tiny barnacle that’s grown onto a whale, and now he quite likes having you there.
but you appreciate it too. it’s nice to have someone. even if you don’t talk about all that’s happened. even if the conversations are only comments on how sweet the cakes are, on which of the students are crushing on each other. you’re the only ones left after all. the only ones that still teach, that is.
to yield
pairing: toji x reader
wordcount: 5k
glimpse: toji's the world-class fighter who trains in your best friend's gym, and you're the all-rounder employee who has a crush on him.
alternatively, mma!toji wants you to stop pining for him, and you finally listen.
[ angst + fluff, So Much Yearning, unrequited love (but only initial!! 😑😑), toji's almost always a little mean whenever he turns u down, nosy as FAWKKK bff satoru, the L word, mentions of mma-related injuries, jealousy, eventual redemption ]
sincerely not. (8)
↳ gojou satoru/reader
with an arranged marriage set in place, the sacred bond is doomed with a wife who wants to make the relationship work and a husband who’s ready to ruin it all. unbeknown to him, a tragic fate already lies within the pages of his romance book.
genre. heavy angst, unrequited love, arranged marriage, modern au, 18+
tags/warnings. profanity, adultery, neglect, mentions of phobias, mentions of pregnancy, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, explicit smut, some heartaches
notes. 12.8k words. please proceed with proper caution! thanks so much bby risa for beta-ing @rinstars bae you’re my savior &&& @kazbrkker my love, ur reactions in the rough draft were fun to read tysm hhhh anyways enjoy everyone !! :D
西村 力 EGOIST
PAIRING just soccer player!niki GENRE blue lock AU, niki as rin itoshi YUPPPPP WARNINGS anxiety and doubt, no x reader! WC 0.23k
the stadium buzzed with anticipation as niki stepped onto the soccer field, his heart heavy with determination. this was his chance to prove himself, to leave his mark on the game he loved, to step out of his brother's shadow. the pressure weighed on his shoulders like a double edged sword, pushing him to excel but also threatening to make him fail
as the game unfolded, nikis skills ignited like lightning, his every move showcasing his passion and talent. he maneuvered through defenders with ease, his feet leading the ball like a marionette. the crowd erupted in cheers, their support fueling his desire to succeed.
but among the euphoria, there were moments that pierced through his confidence like a sharp blade. mistakes crept in, tiny cracks in his performance that stained his otherwise fluid play. each misplaced pass, every missed opportunity, added to the burden he carried, amplifying the whispers of doubt in his mind
the game reached its climax, the scoreline tightly contested. nikis body screamed with exhaustion, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. his legs trembled, threatening to buckle under the immense pressure. but he refused to give up, fighting to the final whistle.
when the game ended, nikis heart sank. the scoreboard displayed a draw, leaving him with a bitter taste of dissatisfaction. abd though he had left his heart and soul on the field, he couldn't escape the haunting thought of what could have been. regret weighed heavily in his chest, overshadowing the moments of brilliance that dotted his performance.
with defeated strides, he trudged off the field, his head bowed with disappointment. but as he glanced back at the green field, the silver of hope shimmered beneath the layers of anxiety. this was just one game, he thought, one chapter in his soccer journey. he had learned from his mistakes and grown in his shortcomings. the road ahead, paved with victories and defeats, would be an opportunity to rise from the ashes, to prove that he was more than the doubts that haunted him
As niki stepped out into the night, the haunting echoes of the game slowly faded into the background. In their place, a flame of determination flickered within him, illuminating his path forward. with renewed resolve, he promised to himself to let go of the moments of the past and embrace the challenges that awaited him, ready to soar higher like a lion and claim his place among the stars of the soccer world. like a real egoist.
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Mature content
care for me? (gojo x wife! reader)
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in which you’re forced to share a bed with the husband you’re convinced hates you
warnings: there’s only one bed!!!! suggestive bc it’s gojo, they’re both a bit confused, pic from lving yamada kun at lv999
a/n: part of the gojo’s wife series (i recc you read the fic before this one to understand some things), also i’m posting this stuff on my phone now since i’m on vacay …meaning format will be extra ugly💀💀
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“What exactly did you say to make the principal Gakuganji agree to us on a mission together?”
You think Gojo or rather your husband, doesn’t really understand how fast he actually walks. With the way he towers over every civilian in Japan and how much longer his strides are, you’re almost certain that his pacing is far from normal. It gets to the point where you’re jogging to keep up with him, a huff escaping your lips in exasperation.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head over that, ‘kay?” He gives you a lazy smile and with the blindfold wrapped around his head, you can’t exactly see the way he glances over at you–gradually shortening his steps for you to catch up.
You choose to ignore his comment about “your pretty little head” and instead sigh. “Sator–I mean ‘Toru,” you say carefully, gauging the way he gives a satisfied smile at your correction. After the moment you both had in the kitchen at a dangerously late hour, he insisted you call him a nickname.
He gave some recommendations: my hubby, my king, the strongest and most handsome husband. Naturally, you refused to call him those nicknames in public and even denied him the joy in private. So to avoid his needless whining, you compromised and decided on “‘Toru.” The way he brightened up that day made you feel giddy all over but you brushed it off with the fact that you were just glad he was actually talking to you.
“You didn’t do anything bad right?” You inquire, shooting him a glare.
“I think what I did was reasonable!” He chirps, reaching in a bag of candy to plop some in his mouth—the same bag he insisted on getting before you both went on the mission. You can’t help but feel a bit meek when his fingers inch towards your mouth and he gives a toothy grin, beckoning for you to open. You breathe out an annoyed huff, slightly parting your lips to let the sugary treat on your tongue.
He smiles, leaning forward to let his fingers linger in the plush of your lips. “Good girl.”
The way your breath hitches is visceral and you feel the pricks of embarrassment probe at your skin. Your eyes avert from his and you quicken your steps, trying your best to hide the fact that Gojo Satoru was having an effect on you. You miss the way his smile widens at your reaction.
You still avoid his gaze when he catches up. “You know I’m the one who cleans up after your mess whenever you piss the higher-ups right? It’s me who gets the scolding!”
“Scolding? Would you believe me if I told you stuff like that won’t happen again?”
You pause, analyzing how he flashed a coy grin. Immediately, your eyes narrow. “Gojo Satoru.”
“It’s ‘Toru to you,” he voices, chuckling at how your frown deepened. “Relax. I didn’t do anything that bad. Just did enough for them to stop annoying my wife.”
You choose not to linger on how easily the words “my wife” falls out of your lips but it’s hard when he went so far just for your wellbeing. Your mind drifts to his lips pressed against your forehead, instantly regretting it as you feel your neck growing warm. You shake your head, trying to dispel the thoughts from multiplying, earning a curious look from Gojo.
Before he can ask why you went quiet, you stop in your tracks, looking at him with an expression so cute he nearly feels himself fall over. You click your tongue. “‘Toru. You annoy me more than them.”
He whistles, looking at the sight of the abandoned hospital–the location where the S-grade assigned to the both of you curse lies hidden. “Harsh.”
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The lady in the front trembles as she inputs the data for the two of you. Her eyes scan Gojo’s wide grin and your blank expression that seems even more menacing with the red splatters on your clothes. You blink, tilting your head. “It’s not my blood,” you try to reassure her but that only seems to worsen her fear.
“R-Right!” She squeaks. “One room for Mr. Gojo, correct?”
Gojo nods with a hum, taking the keycard from the lady’s trembling hands. He gestures for you to follow him, walking with so much bravado that any onlooker doesn’t even question the bloodied state of your uniform. “You should’ve been more careful,” he says. “You made a mess.”
“Not everyone has infinity you know?” You mumble, following him into the hotel suite. Your eyes scan the seemingly fancy interior and furniture, not paying much attention until your eyes lock onto an unmistakable sight.
“‘Toru. Why is there only one bed?”
His disinterested hum only serves to make you grow more baffled. He shrugs off his jacket, cracking his neck with a hum. “That’s odd. I could’ve sworn I said two beds. The lady must’ve messed up seeing you all bloodied up. Must’ve scared her real bad huh?”
You’re almost certain that this predicament has brought you more stress than any mission you’ve been sent. And you’re amazed–no bewildered, that Gojo’s not even batting an eye at this.
“Oh? Don’t tell me you’re getting all shy now that you’re sharing a bed with your husband.”
“We’ve never done that before!” You squeak out, dropping your bags on the floor.
That was partially his fault, he thinks. Even so, he keeps his mouth shut. “You have any extra clothes you can wear?”
Even in your frenzied state, you still process the question, blinking in recognition. “No…”
He shrugs. “Then you can wear my shirt,” he points to the white button-up. “Might be gross but it’s better than nothing right? Besides that makes us even now. I got to see you shirtless when—”
“‘Toru!”
He grins an easy-going smile. “Ya know if you’re not comfortable with sleeping on the same bed as me, I can always sleep on the couc–”
“No!” You say a bit too quickly, straightening yourself out when he raises a curious brow. “No I mean like, I don’t mind that much. Besides, I don’t want you to hurt your back on the couch…”
“That’s the only reason?” He smiles and it’s not hard to realize he’s teasing you.
You nod, resolute despite your sweating palms. “Yes.”
“Then…” he shrugs. “You can take a shower first. I’ll leave the shirt near the door. Promise I won’t look. Unless you want me to.”
You can only give another nod, shooting a glare at his shit-eating grin. You take off to the showers, clasping a hand over your mouth as you silently scream in embarrassment. The warm water makes your skin feel hotter to touch and you only try your hardest not to dwell on the details. It’s just a night on the same bed together. Nothing more, nothing less.
You wish you could have kept that confidence huddled in your blankets–watching your snow-haired husband crawl into bed. You try not to linger on his bare torso for too long to be considered healthy and have to physically restrain yourself from jumping when his hand grazes your thigh.
He’s not wearing his blindfold or shades, meaning you can really see how his eyes watch your every move in interest. He leans closer, making you bite a squeak down. “You’re hogging the blankets.”
“Huh? Oh yeah,” you laugh awkwardly, throwing the fabric off your body for him. Gojo Satoru doesn’t have a favorite art piece but you in his shirt might just take the spot. He licks his lips, seeing how you unbuttoned a few buttons near the collar for more room–how you avoided his gaze. Cute, he thinks.
He raises a brow when you lay on your side, covering yourself in the blankets until you’re a heap of fabric. His lips twitches into a smile when he sees the way you curl up into yourself. Then again, he chooses not to mention it when he feels himself growing drowsy.
You’re not sure how much time passes but you can hear Gojo’s gentle breathing fill the room. You bring a hand to your legs, trying to ease away the goosebumps forming on your skin. At first, you assumed they were from nerves but now, you’re almost certain it’s because the hotel’s blasting the AC. And oddly enough, Gojo seems completely unaffected, even able to sleep peacefully.
You sigh, turning to face him. You’ve always known your husband was an attractive man but it’s not fair for him to look so good even while sleeping. His lashes are long and you find yourself staring a bit too long at his lips. Again, your mind drift to the moment when he pressed those same lips to your forehead and instead of being filled with embarrassment, you’re filled with a feeling that squeezes at your heart.
Subconsciously, you’re reaching for his face, grazing a finger down his cheekbones to the corner of his lips. His skin is smooth against your touch and you’re almost jealous that his skin was perfect too. You continue to map your way to his jawline, mesmerized at the sight.
“Enjoying the view?” He mumbles, his eyes closed though a smile crosses his face. You’re about to retrace your hand away from his face but he’s quick to clasp one around your wrist. You nearly squeak when he leans closer to your palm, his eyes finally opening to peer into yours. “Eyeing me when I’m asleep? I didn’t know you were such a per—“
“I’m not!” You yelp, snatching your wrist away from you him with a flushed face.
He hums, propping himself on his elbow to watch you. “Hm? Now you getting all embarrassed on me after you felt me up?”
“I did not feel you up.”
He merely shrugs with a grin. “It’s all good. I think you’re pretty cute too.”
You didn’t know it was possible to be this flustered until you shared a bed with Gojo. “I only touched you because I was cold!”
That wasn’t entirely a lie either. When you felt Gojo’s face, his skin was warm under your touch and you wondered if the rest of him was like that. Naturally, you refrained from thinking even further or else you really wouldn’t sleep a wink.
To your surprise, you feel see him pat the spot besides him. Your lips fall apart as you continue to stare. He only shrugs with a lazy smirk. “What? A husband has to make sure his wife’s comfortable right?”
It’s hard to say no when you feel the cool air of the AC bite into your skin—your limbs trembling. You hold his gaze for a few seconds, sighing as you scootched closer to him. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling your frame closer until you’re against his torso.
You try not to dwell on the fact that you can feel how his muscles move against your shirt—or rather his shirt; how he nuzzled his face in your neck, breathing in your scent that this scene felt so naturally domestic.
You squirm in his embrace, shifting your hips around to find a more comfortable position. His arms immediately squeeze you tighter, making you squeak. “Stay still,” he says lowly against your ear.
“You’re holding me too tight,” you whine, wiggling your hips again. This time, his hand squeezes your hip.
“Yeah? Well if you don’t stop squirming, I’ll have another problem to deal with.”
“What—“ You say before the realization hits you and you’re left spluttering like an idiot. Your head turns to face him and you immediately regret it.
His blues bore into yours and you see how his lips twitch as if trying to hold back a laugh. “I—“ You start, turning away from him with your stomach doing flips. “Okay,” you squeak, clenching your eyes shut at your response.
He only grunts in response, spooning you with his chin atop of your head. Minutes pass and you relax in his arms. “‘Toru?”
“Hm?”
“Why are you being so nice to me right now? I thought you hated me?”
“What?” For the first time, he sounds awake. He leans up so you can see his hues peering down at you. You watch bemused as a tortured expression crosses his face for a second. “(Name), I don’t hate you. I never hated you.”
Your bewilderment grows. “But you…you never talked to me.”
He smooths a hand through his hair. “Can’t say I don’t have some regrets about that.”
It’s the same like last time, when the two of you were in the kitchen. He’s looking at you so tenderly that you can’t bring yourself to look away. “I care for you,” he continues, trying to pick his words thoughtfully. “Much more than I want to.”
He still peers down at you, so close that you almost think he’s about to lean in for a kiss. You observe him with a wide-eyed look, only letting out a little gasp when you feel his lips press against your forehead again—the feeling familiar to you. Gojo resumes his cuddling shortly after, squeezing your hip once more. “I’m sorry,” he whispers.
You widen your eyes, remaining silent. You’re at a list of words, momentarily left speechless. Even so, you reach down to press a hand over his on your hip, squeezing it lightly. “I know.”
Gojo thinks he sleeps the best when you’re besides him. You’re soft against him, fitting perfectly in between his arms. He thinks, there’s no way he was going to let this moment pass—and he was a man who kept true to his wishes. The next time he was going to sleep in his house, he was going to do it with you by his side.
BONUS:
“‘Toru…”
“What is it again?” He grumbles, though there’s no bite in his tone.
“Why couldn’t we just teleport home instead of going to a hotel?”
A brief silence follows.
“Go to sleep.”
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camellia ⁺.⚘˚◞꙳ y.jw
SUMMARY ! the last thing you expected was to find a boy sniffing your flowers at past midnight. but when you see him pluck a harmless rose from it’s stem, of course you must furiously chase after him. if only you knew that it was the prince of your kingdom whom you’d just tackled to the ground..
PAIRING ! prince!jungwon x gardener!f!reader
WC ! 2.5k
GENRE ! fluff ft teasing princewon ^^
WARNINGS ! reader gets called a ‘filthy thing’
a/n: i suppose you can take this as a lil thank you for 1.7k followers ^^ please enjoy and lmk what u think :D
with knees planted in the deep layers of powder, you exhale peacefully and emit a cool cloud of smoke from your mouth. the moon has only appeared to you in a crescent form tonight, yet it still brings wonderful shimmers of light down onto your plants.
as a gardener, winter wasn’t the most eventful time of the year, nor the season you ever found yourself looking forward to.
for one, there were much less species of plants that you could choose to nurture in comparison to spring or summer. not as many blossoms would thrive under snow and longer hours of moonlight; the crushing winter wind and snow breaking most flower’s delicate petals.
and secondly, when you did decide to plant one of your winter flowers, you’d have to gear up in jackets and mittens and hats all so you wouldn’t shiver and chatter to death.
though, considering it was your first week working at the great yang family’s palace, you were absolutely determined to be the best gardener their home shall ever have. it is also how you were to be found outside in the middle of the night; snow flowers much preferred moonlight and darkness rather than sun and light.
you already had a plan for the front of the castle. there’d be some of the larger and elegant snow lavenders near the entryway and all adorning the path leading up to it, then there would be some snow lilies prohibiting the edges of the river. what you were planting right now would soon become a small, delicate witch hazel, one that needed much attention; something you took note of as you continued patting the seed into the snowy ground.
once the seed become firmly seated, you proudly pick up your shovel again, about to move on and plant more when the sound of footprints nearby makes you pause.
your breath hitches in your throat nervously. you weren’t exactly the biggest threat right now; a young girl at midnight with nothing but a shovel and some seeds in her laced basket.
only a few lights were around the outside of the castle, rusty lanterns attached to lampposts that gave off dim light underneath it’s surroundings.
and below one of them a great distance away was a young man sniffing your flowers.
his side profile was extravagant; an eye closed and lips shut as he inhaled the scent of one of your snow roses. he had fluffy, coal shaded hair, body attiring a matching set of white satin pyjamas. he would look like any other town boy if it weren’t for the way he appeared extra tidy and well kept; hair combed and recently washed and face without a speck of dirt on it unlike most commoners.
his beauty didn’t stop a frown from moulding onto your face.
“hey you!” the boy’s head snaps up at your booming voice, his feline-like eyes gaping adorably. before you can finish stomping your way through the snow towards him, he’s plucked one of your roses and ran off.
you audibly gasp, the sight of only an empty stem remaining making your heart shatter and only encouraging you to jolt after the criminal, shovel tightly grasped in your hand. he’s annoyingly fast, holding your flower close to his chest as he sprints through the castle garden. your garden.
“get back here at once, coward!” you demand, boots plodding annoyingly through the heavy powder.
when he turns a corner around a line of tall bushes, you growl in amusement. there is no point in trying to lose me, i know this garden like my own home. you snort, the amount of time you’ve spent surrounded by these plants in the past week alone was enough to name it that.
when you turn around the snow covered bushes just as the boy had, you pause at the sight of him nowhere in sight. however, the sound of running had come to a stop, indicating he must be hiding nearby.
you look down, and a laugh leaves your lips.
“ah.. i wonder where you could be..” an evil smirk is plastered on your lips as you drag your shovel eerily through the snow, being extra careful as to not touch the perfect trail of footprints leading you right to your target. how sad.
you don’t know why, but this little game was getting more and more thrilling for you. how ready you were to bring this little thief to the castle guards, your decapitated rose stolen back from his defeated hand.
and there the boy sat, eyes closed behind a particularly round bush with his arms around his legs, breathing heavily in prayers that you’d lost him.
“gotcha!” before he knew it, you had pounced on him like a predator would to it’s prey, a strangled yelp leaving his mouth as you pin him to the ground. your legs straddle either side of his waist while you hold his upper half in place with your hands, shovel dropped lifelessly next to your figures.
you both pant in recovery from the tiring chase, simply surveying each other's features. you find yourself cussing inwardly at the fact that he’s even more perfect up close.
eventually, he licks his lips before speaking up, “who are you?” you press his body further into the snow out of rage, and the boy winces as if he’d never been touched so harshly in his life.
“who am i?” you bark, “who are you?! and why were you in my garden?!”
at that, his lips perk up as if you’d just told him a ridiculous joke. “your garden, huh?” he taunts, “you really don’t know who i am?”
“why would i?”
instead of answering your question, he sighs. “y’know, you’re quite cute. if you’d just stop screaming in my face..”
you’ve had enough of this boy.
you remove your arms from his, reaching down to grab your weapon with a frown. at the threatening sight, the raven haired boy quickly begins squirming beneath you in a pathetic attempt to escape.
“woah woah— hold on, i’m sorry! i’m- i’m jungwon!” he blurts, raising his hands in defence. you lower your shovel an inch. you’ve definitely heard that name before, but you couldn’t quite put your thumb on it.
jungwon seemed to notice that his name didn’t ring a bell, and for whatever reason, this emitted another entertained giggle from his throat. “look, if you just get off of me, miss — not that i mind you sitting on me — it’s just.. i’m getting a bit chilly.” you roll your eyes, making no effort to move. “in return for my freedom, i can offer you absolutely anything you need.”
you raise an intrigued but untrusting brow, and jungwon only smirks further at your hesitance, leaning his head against his hands casually despite the icy frost below him. in all honesty, he didn’t look that weak, you began to wonder why he didn’t just throw you off of him.
“what could some town boy like you have to offer?” you inquire.
he chokes, “town boy?” suddenly he’s laughing again, eyes turning into crescents as he kicks his feet childishly below you. feeling riled up, you point your shovel at his throat again frustratedly. he swiftly quiets down at the raised gardening tool, but a mocking grin and dimple continues to pierce his features. “you’d be surprised, miss. say..”
before you can even process his movements and pin him down again, jungwon has fully sat up, resting his hands in the snow with his face so close to yours that you could feel every exhale. “if you tell me who you are, tomorrow i’ll bring you a new set of gardening tools.” he glances down at your rusty, old shovel disapprovingly. “i promise they will be much better and stronger than this.. artefact.”
you gulp, feeling distracted by the unwanted heat rushing to your cheeks at the close proximity of the boy. by the smug glint in his eyes, you’re sure he has noticed it as well. “a-and why should i believe you’d keep that promise?”
he ponders for a moment before looking down at you with a grin. “i can offer you something now as proof.” before you know it, his face is inching closer breath by breath.
the stolen rose long forgotten, you close your eyes as his hands finally come up to brush your waist, anticipating the plush of his lips against yours.
but it never happens.
“would you like to come have a drink in the castle with me?”
you snap your eyes open, watching as his face tilts mere centimetres from yours.
“oh, did you expect something else?” he sneers in delight.
feeling a tad humiliated and disappointed in yourself, you hurriedly remove yourself from the boy’s lap, boots rooting into the snow as you march your way back to your previous planting spot.
forget the flower, this was clearly just a waste of your time (and pride).
“w-wait!” jungwon stutters in the background, “i’m sorry, if you really want a kiss i wouldn’t be opposed!” he offers, quickly getting himself back on his own feet to catch up to you.
you simply huff, thrusting your shovel deep into the ground. “leave me alone. i have no interest in you,” you grunt mid-sentence as you stomp your foot onto the tool’s edge, ploughing dirt and snow to the side of the crater, “or your plan of sneaking into the royal family’s home,” you finish strictly.
jungwon facepalms at your obliviousness, watching as you crouch down to scavenge through your seed basket. “please, just trust me,” he pesters. “c’mon, when was the last time you had hot chocolate? or perhaps a boiling cup of tea? the dining room has everything you could crave!”
“how would you know anything about the—“
“your majesty?” a high pitch voice calls out suddenly.
both your heads snap towards the castle’s giant entrance nearby, pausing your movements against the snowy ground.
jungwon stiffened from behind you, his black locks bouncing as he swivelled around in a desperate search for an escape. “shit, shit!”
before you could even get a word out, the boy had already raced off to hide behind another bush just as a young woman in a maid dress approached you.
“ew..” she mutters, scanning your figure. you glance down in confusion, taking in your awfully filthy clothes and appearance; bits of dirt, snow and leaves were stuck to your jacket and overalls, and you cringe inwardly when you pick a blue flower petal out of your hair.
“are you homeless?” she asks with a strikingly rude tone, “you know trespassers are strictly forbidden, right?”
you clench your jaw, resisting the urge to defend yourself with just as much sass. “no, ma’am. i was hired by the queen to be the palace’s gardener.”
for whatever reason, the maid rolls her eyes, staring off into space as if you weren’t worth a single glance or speck of her time. “whatever. anyways, have you seen the prince? it seems he’s snuck out once again, and if i don't find him soon, we’ll have to call a search party,” she yawns.
the prince? what on earth would his highness be doing out at a time like this, especially in such chilly weather?
“um, i don’t think so. what does he look like?”
at that she chuckles, crossing her arms over her chest. “oh, of course you wouldn’t know anything about the prince,” she sighs. “he’s about 5’9, black hair, should be wearing all white pyjamas..”
you freeze. white pyjamas..? the rest of the woman’s words fade out, mind turning blank. it couldn’t be.
“..and his hair is also a bit curly, but at night it gets—“
“what’s his name?” you interrupt desperately.
she gives you the most judging stare she could muster, but you didn’t care much anymore. “seriously? yang jungwon, you filthy thing.”
and right on queue, jungwon magically appears from behind the bushes. he doesn’t give you a glance, eyes piercing with rage in the direction of the maid. at the sight of the prince, she smiles brightly for the first time all night, quickly running over to give him an awkward side hug.
“your majesty! i was so worried,” she exclaims cheerfully, “come now, you must get changed out of these grimy rags.”
jungwons grits his teeth, trying his best to gently push her body away. “sooha,” he snaps, voice drastically changed from the playful tone he’d used with you, “please refrain from speaking to my personal gardener that way again, or i will not hesitate to have you fired at once,” he spits unmercifully before turning to face you.
sooha’s smile drops, spinning around to watch as you move to bow on one knee nervously. his gardener? you gulp, but what if he has you fired for calling him a town boy? or perhaps executed for threatening him with a shovel to his throat?
“your- your majesty, i’m so, so sorry for everything.” it was tranquil, the only sound being light footsteps travelling your way. you squint harder, anxiously gripping your bent knee.
unexpectedly, a warm touch suddenly covers your gloved hand, fingers intertwined with yours while the prince lifts you back up to your standing height. your heart instantly melts at the knee-quivering smile plastered across his face, glancing down at your intertwined hands and the snow rose poking out of his pants pocket.
“there’s no need for that, i had lots of fun tonight,” he whispers before abruptly reaching for your hair, pulling out yet another tangled flower petal and giggling cutely. “see you tomorrow, my flower?”
you involuntarily blush, scoffing as you look away sheepishly. “maybe.”
jungwon seems to be satisfied with that, ever so gracefully removing his hand from yours with a final nod of goodbye. you watch in a slight daze as the stunning boy makes his way towards the castle, uncaring to wait for sooha to catch up with him.
“your majesty! wait!” she sends you a final dirty glare, stomping desperately through the snow after him.
as the castle doors shut tightly behind them, you embrace the newfound silence of the once chaotic night. the only remaining evidence that leads you to believe it wasn’t all just a dream is the decapitated snow rose snuck into your jacket pocket, and your poor old shovel, soon to be eagerly replaced tomorrow.
that is, if you choose to indulge in whatever the prince had in store for you.
if you enjoyed, reblogs and comments are very appreciated <3 if you want a part 2, at least say you liked it as well, and maybe what you’d want in it T-T
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it is not a want , i NEED A PART TWO !!!! 🤭
Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of sex in Heeseung/Jay’s, breaking up, cheating, high school sweetheart trope, friends with benefits trope, best friends brother trope, mention of insecurities/jealous behavior, kissing in Riki’s, unrequited love trope, the longest thing I’ve ever written, so I didn’t proofread yet.
Thank you so much for 1,200 followers! <3
(Links included, I highly recommend listening to the songs so you get a better feel of the scenarios <3 I also worked really hard on this so I’d be so happy if people actually used the links😭)
Lee Heeseung
You and Heeseung have been friends since birth. Best friends. But never more then that. Even when you both started to catch feelings for each other in high school, and started sleeping together he never let it go beyond that due to him not wanting to risk ruining your friendship. Your heart broke more with every relationship he got in with another girl. Those relationships never worked out and he’d always show up at your doorstep drunk off his face, saying “well? You gonna let me in?” And even though you knew he was just gonna fuck you and wake up in the morning like nothing happened, you still let him in because that was the closest he’d ever let you get to his heart, no matter how much he loved you. He loved you so much but he refused to let himself have you, afraid the friendship would be ruined if things didn’t work out.
‘Somebody to you’ by the vamps
‘Sure thing’ by Miguel
‘FRIENDS’ by Justin Bieber and BLOODPOP
‘lowkey’ by NIKI
‘Company’ by Justin Bieber
‘Talk is overrated’ by Jeremy Zucker and blackbear
‘I’m so tired…’ by Lauv
Park Jongseong
You prayed for your relationship with Jay. Truly the kind of love you only see in movies. You had gotten your heart broken a million times and just when you were about to give up, he came into your life and breathed air into your lungs, joy into your heart. Everyday you spent with him the passion of your relationship only grew stronger whereas in all your other relationships you’d get bored of each other. Maybe this was how it was supposed to be all along. He’s almost too good to be true, seriously. He can cook, he’s respectful, the sex is great, and your family loves him. What more could a girl want?
‘Electric’ by Alina Baraz
‘To me’ by Alina Baraz
‘Motion’ by Khalid
‘Put down your phone’ by Travis Garland
‘Drew Barrymore’ by Bryce Vine
‘Kiss it better’ by Rihanna
Sim Jaeyun
You both swore you were gonna be together forever, you and him until the end. The end came a lot sooner than you thought it would. At first he just told you he was tired, and you believed him. But then he stopped cuddling you at night. Stopped telling you “bye honey I love you!” Before going to work. “Jake are we okay?” You’d ask him and he’d look at you with wide eyes and say “Why wouldn’t we be?” This goes on for months until he stumbles into the house late for the last time and you confront him. “You keep telling me nothing is wrong but I know you’re lying Jake, just tell me the fucking truth!” “FINE! The truth is I fell out of love with you! and I don’t fucking know why, so I just told you everything was fine when you asked if our relationship was okay!” He runs his hand through his hair, eyes burning with tears and his hands shaking when you say nothing. “Baby I’m sorry…please just say something” “You’re sorry? No need to be sorry Jake, I’ll never forgive you. Get the fuck out and don’t ever speak to me again” a year goes by and Jake completely loses himself without you, wondering why he finds himself missing you, even though he said he didn’t love you anymore. He’d walk mindlessly to your doorstep, hoping you still live in the same cozy apartment he remembers so well. He doesn’t realize what he’s doing until he’s done knocking and the door swings open revealing you. The moment you see his face you go to slam the door but he sticks his foot in the doorway, wincing when his foot gets caught. “Fuck I deserved that” you nod “wow you think? What the hell do you want Jake… I could’ve sworn I said never speak to me again” he holds his hands up defensively “I know..I just. I miss you Y/n. I never meant to hurt you.” You laugh dryly. “I bet you’re just lying again Jake. How could I ever believe a word you say?” Jake shakes his head slowly “I know. I’m sorry I don’t know why I came here..I just missed you” he said bashfully and you hold back the smile tugging at your lips, kicking his foot out of your doorway and saying “I bet you do” before finally slamming the door in his face. You rest your back against the door, letting that smile creep on your face because maybe you missed him too. Just a little bit.
‘3005’ by Childish Gambino
‘SUGAR’ by BROCKHAMPTON
‘You heard me’ by Heather Sommer
‘Ruin my life’ by Zara Larsson
‘I miss you’ by Julia Michaels and Clean Bandit
‘Pink’ by no rome
Park Sunghoon
He was so…cold. You could tell whoever Sunghoon gave his heart to before you, had not handled it with caution. He was insecure in every aspect of your relationship and it causes so much tension between the two of you, resulting in a on again/off again relationship. You’d break up when his jealousy got too much and get back together every time he told you he was trying to get better. He even started to go to therapy. One day you get a knock on your door and you look through the peephole, seeing Sunghoon getting pelted by the rainstorm outside. You open the door and pull him inside quickly, turning on the heater as you fussed at him. “Jesus what the hell were you thinking walking in the rain like that?! You could’ve gotten sick, or struck by lightning—“ you pause when you see the way he’s looking at you. “What the hell is that look for?” You mutter nervously and he smiles. A real genuine smile with his fangs showing. And if you didn’t have butterflies already, what he says next sure had your heart fluttering. “I love you Y/n”
‘Damage’ by H.E.R
‘Malibu’ by Miley Cyrus
‘Stuck with you’ by Justin Bieber and Ariana Grande
‘Pretty little fears’ by 6LACK and J cole
‘Jump’ by Julia Michaels and Trippie Redd
‘I NEVER EXISTED’ by Chase Atlantic
Kim Sunoo
You never thought someone like Sunoo would be capable of cheating. But that’s what he did. You still remember the feeling of your world crashing down when you walked into the practice room, hoping to surprise him. You ended being the one who got surprised, seeing him kissing one of the female trainees who’s name you didn’t even know. You drop the cup holder you were holding, ice coffee splattering all over the floor and causing him and the girl to jump away from each other. You don’t give him a chance to console you or lie to you, turning and running out of the building and down the street. He wasn’t quick enough to see which way you had turned, so he tried to call you only for it to go straight to voicemail. So he sent you a message…that was not delivered because he had been blocked. That day was the last time he saw you. But it was not the last time you saw him. Or the girl he was sucking face with. In fact a little birdie went to dispatch and told them everything…karma’s a bitch. Exposing him didn’t make you feel as good as you thought it would though, because the paparazzi would often snap pics of the two out together on dates. He was giving her the life you were supposed to have. Showing her off the way he never did with you. What did she have that you didn’t?
‘Without me’ by Halsey and Juice WRLD
‘How do you sleep?” by Sam Smith
‘I DON’T LIKE DARKNESS’ by Chase Atlantic
‘Wrong direction’ by Hailee Steinfeld
‘You broke me first’ by Tate McRae
‘She’s all I wanna be’ by Tate McRae
Yang Jungwon
They say the best love is the kind you don’t go looking for. And they were right. You and Jungwon met in the library on a Saturday, and there was no one else in there because be honest, is that the first place that comes to mind when the weekend hits? No. You both start bonding over your love for quiet places, and he swore he wasn’t falling for the way your eyes crinkled when he made a terrible joke. Turns out he lied. After you both finally confess, he claims you as his girlfriend. Everyone knows the two of you are the epitome of young love. Jungwon is your high school sweetheart and more likely than not your soulmate. Your relationship with him…it’s the teenage dream that not everyone gets. He’s the type of boyfriend your friends get jealous of, asking “y’all are still together?” Jungwon always takes the phone from your hand saying “yes we’re still together. And we’ll still be together the next time you ask” before hanging up. He really think you should get some new friends. Some friends that won’t try to get with him, because no matter how pretty your friends are he’ll never have an eye for anyone but you. You’re his end goal in life and he tells you everyday when he says “I love you”
‘I don’t know why’ by NOTD
‘Overdrive’ by Conan Gray
‘Heat waves’ by Glass Animals
‘Highway to Heaven eng ver.’ by NCT 127
‘Dance to this’ by Troye Sivan and Ariana Grande
‘Teenage dream’ by Katy Perry
Nishimura Riki
Riki was your childhood best friend/first real crush. The two of you started off as nothing at all. You would come over because you were friends with his sister. One day you and his sister were hanging out at a park, the one condition being that Riki had to be there with the both of you. He was standing near the park fence watching something on his phone when he looked up and saw a boy messing with you. The boy pushed you hard, sending you flying back into the jagged mulch pit. At the speed of light he crosses the park, tapping the boys shoulder to get his attention. Even at that age Riki was taller than his peers. He towers over the boy “you like bullying girls?” The boy scoffs “what’s it to you?” Big mistake. “It’s everything to me” Riki says, shoving the boy ten times harder than he had shoved you, before turning around and holding his hand out to you. He gently wipes the tears off of your face. “People like that aren’t worth your tears. Let’s go home.” Him, you and konon walk home and she sends you a wink, knowing you have a crush on him, leaving the two of you alone. He gets a first aid kit from the bathroom and takes his time cleaning the tiny cuts you got from the mulch. “Thank you Riki” you say and kiss his cheek, giggling when the skin turns pink shortly after. Ever since that, you and him were inseparable. The older you grew, the closer you got, the more your feelings for each other grew. He told you all of his dreams and vice versa. However nothing could have prepared you for when he left home to make said dreams come true. He didn’t even say goodbye. You deserve that at the least, right? In the time that he was gone you wondered if you meant as much to him as he meant to you. Fast forward two years later, your 16th birthday had passed and you were cleaning up decorations from the party you had. Konon comes barging into your room, ripping the balloons from your hand and dragging you down the stairs. “Konon what the hell—“ “you’re gonna wanna see this Y/n!” You follow your excited friend outside, being met with a certain black haired boy who had grown about 6 inches taller since the last time you saw him when y’all were 14. You both just stare at each other for what feels like ages before he comes up to you, kissing you sweetly. You kiss him back, hands wrapped around his neck. He pulls away, resting his forehead on yours. “I missed you so much Y/n” you shake your head, pushing him away slightly. “You think you can just come in here kiss me and everything will be okay? You hurt me, Riki. You said goodbye to everyone but me, do you even know how badly that stung?” He holds your hands in his, pleading with his eyes for you to forgive him. “I knew if I looked into your eyes and told you I was leaving I wouldn’t be able to go through with getting on that plane. I’m so sorry I left you Y/n but I’m here now. I love you” Konon speaks quietly “um, Riki—“ “Not now Konon we’re in the middle of something” you pull your hands away from his gently, looking away. “I really wish you had said that earlier. Maybe things would have been different” Riki furrows his brows “What do you mean?” “I have a boyfriend now, Riki”
‘Easy’ by Troye Sivan, Kasey Musgraves, and Mark Ronson
‘Call you mine’ by The chainsmokers and Bebe Rexha
‘Wildest dreams’ by Taylor swift
‘Water fountain’ by Alec Benjamin
‘Airplanes’ by B.o.B and Hayley Williams
‘See you again’ by Charlie Puth and Wiz Khalifa
‘Hurts 2 hate somebody’ by ELIO, Chase Atlantic, and no rome
the riki one broke my heart differently 😔
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊
EP. 16 > maeumi and won ❤️
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➞ SUMMARY. the first time you draw jungwon was because he was there, and for some weird reason, he brought back your inspiration. the second (and the other... hundred more times) you find yourself drawing him, it’s because you realized he was your new muse. you didn’t think too much about it, after all, neither him nor his friends know you, so it wasn’t like yang jungwon would find out about this... right?
➞ PAIRING. stuco president!jungwon x art club student!reader (she/her pronouns)
➞ GENRE. fluff, angst, slow burn, slice of life(? idk, sometimes funny.
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“—But I’m telling you! Yuna and I were so confused when we heard about it,” Sunoo rambles about whatever happened today, his exasperated tone resonating through your airpods as you make your way towards the Yang residence. “I know we shouldn’t have reacted that way, but how is it possible that they got the part when Yun and I worked harder than them?”
You hum, “I totally get what you’re saying. I’ve seen you practice your ass off, so I also think it’s kinda unfair since the other two were always outside the practice room whenever I got out of art class…”
this smau is my reason to live atp 🤭 idk why but i literally never see enha fics nowadays like i mean NEVER but this is my fav out of the few i’ve seen 😋👍‼️
sitting next to riki in math class hc!
wc: 404, genre: fluff, swearing, pairing: bf!riki x gn!reader, an: this is based on what happens between me and my bsf in math!
• starting off, you wont pay attention in that class tell me im lying
• niki would LITERALLY be doing anything BUT listening in class
• play with his pens and pencils
• eat his food
• draw in his book, ect
• what makes this bad for you is that you ACTUALLY wanna learn
• but this giant mf wont leave you alone
• i can imagine him jus randomly putting his hand on your shoulder and not move it
• as well as take you hand and bite it
• “what the fuck?”
• “sorry man, im bored asf” *bites your hand again
• ANOTHER THING
• play tic-tac-toe on your arm
• he would roll up your uniform sleeves and then start drawing the board on your arm
• but he’d get so pouty when you win
• “ynnnn wtf, you cheating”
• “no im not, you’re jus bad”
• he would also vv much be that ipad kid who plays games in class
• or he would take photos of you while you’re trying to concentrate bc he thinks you look cute
• lowkey make a folder of jus pics of you two in math
• and then would catch you blushing if you saw
• HE WOULD GET SO HAPPY IF YOU DID WELL :(
• he knows sometimes he distracts you from your work
• and would definitely punch himself if you did bad bc he sees it as “his fault”
• he knows you’re good in math and try your best
• so if the teacher ever called on him for a question, he would immediately look at you for help
• which you do give the answer quietly
• “did you see that? i got it right ha loser!”
• “niki i gave you the answers”
• “no you didn’t” *has nothing in his book
• lastly, mini dates
• bc you two sit at the back, its easy to hide behind the others in front of you.
• poor giant bf, he would have to sit on the floor or bend down so the teacher wont see him
• take our your lunch and start munching with you
• whether you’re feeding him or visa versa, you two never seem to get caught
• boy would be so sad to see you leave math bc he doesn’t have any other classes with you except languages,
• but then again the teachers moved you two apart bc you guys make too much noise
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first, I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH. second can i request u to make “when enhypen cant stop kissing you”? THANK YOU AND I LOVE UR WORKS THEY JUST MAKE MY HEART FLUTTER ALL THE TIME <333 🤭🤍
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༉‧₊˚ enhypen's hyung line reaction when they feel clingy !
pairing: bf!enhypen x gn!reader | genre: fluffiest fluff ever warnings: could melt your heart (quite cringy??? idk)
a/n: ILYT THANK YOU SM FOR SENDING THIS CUTE REQUEST <333 i've changed the topic a liiiittle to make the reactions a bit more varied and not repetitive, hope you don't mind!!! (there's a lot of fluff on sunghoon's part as a way of thanking you for making this precious request mwah).
ps: what??? 120+ followers and 800+ notes on my 2 first posts- seriously, i have no words to thank you for the support i've received, thank you all so much!!!!! 😭
ps2: these have ended up being so long- i will divide the reaction in two parts, i'm sawrry 😭 😭😭
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✧*。— boys reacting to you saying "kiss me"
{maknae line edition}
★ enhypen x reader. ★ fluff¡ ★ 0.6k words.
김순우〃Kim Sunoo — #5
Sunoo was very busy lately and because of that, he was kind of absent from your life.
And you missed him.
So when you saw the opportunity to be with him, you took it.
It was your day off, but you and Sunoo decided to stay home and watch some movies because he was tired from the promotions and had no energy to go out, but the boy was bored with the romance movie you chose and decided to do some skincare on you.
You laugh as Sunoo brings a bag of different products that he was going to uses on your face.
"Is this really necessary?" you asked.
"Of course it is!" he replies, sitting down next to you on the bed and starting to do his work.
But even after Sunoo was amused by your beautiful face, he was still bored, so he lay in bed and looked at you with those pretty eyes.
"I know something that would entertain you well..." you said.
"Yeah? And what would that be?" he asked curiously.
"Kiss me."
"Where...?" he asked with a smile, coming quickly towards you.
You knew Sunoo always had the biggest reactions to things, but you didn't expect him to be so excited about it.
양정원〃Yang Jungwon — #6
It was your first date with Jungwon and you tried to be cool.
You and Wonnie had agreed that your first date should be fun, so you both decided to go to a Seventeen concert together.
It was actually pretty fun, but when the concert was over, you and Jungwon were on your way home all by yourselves and you thought you had to do something about the two of you because that's usually what happens on dates, but guess who was too nervous to make the first move?
Yeah, you...
But sweet Wonnie noticed your tension and held your hand.
"Hey, what are you thinking about?" he asked.
"I don't know... Do you think our date is being cool?" You asked and Jungwon replied with a smile, "Yeah sure, but we can make it even cooler if that's what you are thinking about."
You put your arms around Jungwon's shoulders, which makes his heart flutter.
"Do you want to kiss me?"
"Oh... Yes, actually I will, honey" he said, pulling you closer to him.
西村力〃Nishimura Riki — #7
It was exactly 2 a.m. when Ni-ki sent you a text message saying he needed your help, so you didn't think twice before meeting with him because you thought it was an emergency.
"Riki... What's wrong?" you ask as you try to catch your breath after running to him. "What's the emergency?"
"The emergency is... I wanted to see you," he said with a smile on his face and you rolled your eyes.
"I can't believe it, I thought you needed me!"
"But I need you!" he said, but it wasn't very convincing.
Sometimes you even felt like Riki was testing your patience, considering all he puts you through.
You two walked the streets together and you complained about how tired you were from walking, so Riki put you on his back, then you dared him that he couldn't take it for too long and the boy carried you on his back until you get home, just to prove he was strong.
"Wow Riki... Congratulations, you're really strong. ", You said clapping hands while the boy was dying in front of you.
"Look at what I'm doing for you, Y/n" he complained.
And under those circumstances, you thought you should compensate him somehow.
"Come here!" you called, and he came to you. "Closer..." you said, which confused Riki.
"But why-"
"Kiss me."
And he really did, without hesitating even a little.
© badmuni, 2022
you can read hyung line part here ^^
a/n: ah you know i just feel like maknae line edition is much cooler than the hyung line that i posted yesterday. i know it all was supposed to be just a reacting but i just wrote a scenario to each member like- im crazy? and also, thank u everyone who is following me iM so happy 😁😁😁
This is so cute I can't 😭