★ 10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU — NRK

meet the cast. bad boy!riki x antisocial!fem reader (feat yeh shuhua from gidle, yu karina from aespa, choi soobin from txt, new ocs)

genre. high school au, strangers to lovers, angst, fluff, romance, crack, ten things i hate about you based, one sided enemies, medium fic

word count. 7k+

warnings. cursing, kissing, profanity (no nsfw or smut), riki just dating yn just for money at first, smoking, parties, drinking, yn being drunk, yn just being very very independent and stubborn, fighting, punching

danielle's note 𖥔 yes i'm cooking something good again... sorry for writing long/medium fics recently ... i've been obsessing over rom coms again and it gives me a new idea each time. LIKE i dont mean to but it just happens ☹️ but anyways this is for my no.1 fav riki stan (LOVE U)

﹙⠀ PLAYiNG . . . ⠀all-american bitch by olivia rodrigo, boyfriend by ariana grande, kill bill by sza, the perfect pair by beabadoobee, sunny day by beabadoobee, hot to go by chappell roan

YOU'RE WALKING THROUGH THE BUSTLING HALLS OF YOUR HIGH SCHOOL, the familiar scent of old textbooks and cleaning supplies filling your senses. Your best friend Shuhua is by your side, chatting away about the latest gossip.

Shuhua glances at you, a smirk playing on her lips. “You’re on a mission again, aren’t you?”

﹙𝓲ssue﹚ㅤ:ㅤmemoirs of the windㅤ...ㅤ( 제이 )

the clock strikes eight, a click of the lighter follows— the flame settles on the wick of the candle, fluttering before resting still like everything else in the apartment. the wind plays its melancholic howls as if music orchestrated for the day. outside, it’s a dance of leaves waving on trees. inside, it’s your birthday, and it’s quiet. 

he sits at the kitchen counter, eyes fixed on the cake. it’s your favourite, cherry vanilla, with little flowers made of red buttercream adding to its appeal. the candle lights up a little over and across the sweet delicacy, albeit nothing compared to the dim lights of his kitchen. he sighs, and wonders, and wonders, and then whispers above the weighing silence. 

“happy birthday,” he says to the ghost of you. perhaps you’re on the couch watching him, or maybe on the stool across from him. in his mind, you’re here. in his heart, on his lips, and when the alcohol wears off for a brief minute— you’re back to sweden. 

stupefy ‧₊˚ ⚡︎𓈒 p.js

SUMMARY ! playing spin the bottle with your brother and his troublemaking companions results in you getting locked in a closet with his best friend, who seems to have noticed your staring throughout the night.

PAIRING ! slytherin!jay x ravenclaw!f!reader

WC ! 1.4K

GENRE ! sprinkle of fluff (?), slight suggestive, implied sexual themes from hee’s friends

WARNINGS ! making out, jay pulls your tie (so rude smh), he’s only cocky for a bit then he’s a blushy loser (just like irl 💀), reader is teased for being a ravenclaw, heeseung being a terrible brother and his friends are just as bad

“YOUR TURN, Y/N!”

instead of being asleep like the rest of your nerdy house was, you were down in the potions room playing spin the bottle with the slytherins — or more specifically, your older brother heeseung and his annoyingly loud friends.

you've come to know a few of them quite well, especially one named park jay. it was as if the boy was sculpted by a greek god; perfect pointy nose and jawline sharper than a snake’s fang, cat-like eyes always seemingly harsh enough to pierce right into your very soul.

you were almost in a trance side-eyeing him half the night, but the sound of your name makes your head snap up, nervously adjusting your glasses, "h-huh?

“aw, look at the lil' raven," a girl named karina hisses in amusement, "it's your turn, cutie. don't be shy." you'd think heeseung, being your older brother and all, would stand up for you by now and tell his friends to play nice. but the slytherin male only smirked just as evilly as the rest of his housemates, staring down at you through his wavy black bangs without a hint of empathy. it really was a wonder how the two of you were even related.

as you gulp and move to grab the bottle, you feel jay's gaze sharpen on you even further.

please, please, anybody but him. you doubt you'd survive being in the supply closet with jay for more than a minute, any more than that and you'd probably faint on the spot.

with a last shaky breath you release the bottle, everyone turning silent as the glass quietly spins and spins. before you know it, the bottle begins slowing down. it goes past everyone at the table: first sunghoon.. karina…. heeseung.. yeonjun..

you freeze.

the bottle stops, and in utter horror, you look up to see the face of park jay smirking down at you, mischief evident in his shimmering pupils. of course your luck had to fall down the drain at the worst times, it was all too predictable. karina cackles, “yah, isn’t this too mean? jay, go easy on her!”

you desperately look at your big brother, who you always looked up to for help, but the emotionless boy is already pushing you towards the supply closet with a sinful grin, sunghoon doing the same to jay next to you. “w— hold on, hee i don’t want—“

“have fun!” slam.

you continue staring at the locked door, dumbstruck as the voices of the other slytherin’s slowly fade away. in one hopeless attempt of desperation, you reach up to test the handle a few times. the last source of light illuminating the room full of strange ingredients and liquids was a single hanging lantern, only increasing the dreadful mood.

“sunghoon has the key,” a raspy voice provides. you turn, eyes finally locking with jay’s as he perchs up against the wall, arms crossed calmly. you weren’t sure what it is you were expecting from this unlucky scenario, but it definitely wasn’t the usually wreckless slytherin maintaining a respectful distance from you.

though you notice that unlike your brother, his gaze reflected genuine emotion; a hint of pity showing through his pupils as you glue yourself to the ground anxiously. he looks even more perfect up close despite his untucked shirt and loose green tie, black cloak almost falling off on one side.

it’s tranquil for another moment before jay speaks up again, running ring-attired fingers through his raven bangs. “why were you staring at me?”

your mind blanks, unprepared for such a sudden call out. “i.. i wasn’t.. i didn’t stare at you,” you mumble pathetically.

the slytherin looks at you again with a knowing simper. you swear he whispered ‘cute’ under his breath, but you didn’t have time to dwell on it before he replied, “during spin the bottle,” jay refers. “don’t think i didn’t notice. your little glasses don’t hide anything.” with no response, you tilt your head down in shame and embarrassment.

suddenly, the boy pushes off the wall, stalking towards you ever so slowly. when you try to step back in response, a shelf full of potions nearly tips over as your back stabs into it.

you gasp at the contact, facing forward again to see jay right up in your space, hands pinning your sides in with a brow raised. “do you have a crush on me or something?”

you choke in horror, “what!? no!” he brings his face even closer to yours, watching for a reaction. when you don’t bother making an effort to escape or even turn your head away, he chuckles, small fangs poking through his pink lips as he realises you want this just as much as him.

before you can process it, the boy has taken your perfectly done blue tie through his fingers, rubbing down the material leisurely. “tsk tsk tsk.. little ravenclaws like you shouldn’t lie, could get you in trouble.” he suddenly yanks your tie harshly, grasping the material as you’re tugged towards him with a yelp, lips centimetres from his plump ones. “i can feel your heart racing,” he snickers.

you aren’t sure how you haven’t passed out yet; he was undeniably stunning up close, black bangs covering bits of his eyes, tongue poking out to moisten his chapped lips as he holds you against the shelf.

with a breathy exhale, you slowly reach a hand up to place against his own defined torso, grinning at the feeling of his own heart beating rapidly out of his chest. ”i can feel yours too,” you fire back teasingly.

at that, his smug expression staggers for a moment, processing your boldness in surprise. then, he smiles, reaching up to push a loose hair strand behind your ear. “caught me there.”

your smile grows a fraction. “jay,” you mutter, glancing at the locked door. the slytherin hums in acknowledgment, the sharp tip of his nose poking your own. “can you..”

he waits, “can i what, princess?”

you swallow, fingers wrapping all the way around the large wrist that’s calmly raking through your hair. “kiss me?”

jay’s cocky smirk returns, tilting his head evilly, “what’s the magic word? c’mon, ravenclaw’s should know all their manners,” he taunts.

your jaw ticks in irritation. instead of doing as the taller boy asks, you don’t think twice before switching your positions, pressing him into the shelf while kissing him just as you please.

jay groans in alarm at the feeling of your soft lips moving against his, visibly having an inner debate on teaching you a lesson or letting you have your fun. it seems he chooses the second option, allowing your hands to roam into his jet black roots while gently cupping your cheek as if you were a vase; broken into pieces if he touched you any rougher.

after a couple minutes more, you separate for air, staring at each other with glazed out irises. it was clear who had more experience; jay breathing half steadily while you nearly pant your lungs out, lifting a hand to wipe your steamed up glasses.

“do you think your brother’s gonna beat me up?” he suddenly asks, though not looking scared in the slightest.

you scoff in amusement, “no, he doesn’t care about me. he’s the one who pushed me in here, remember?” feeling irritated by the mere thought of heeseung, you step closer again to kiss him and distract the both of you, right when a lock clicking reaches your ears.

the closet is aggressively jerked open, a flood of light shining into the storage room. “time’s up, jay! get off the poor thing—“

everyone peeping into the closet pauses in confusion, taking in the sight of you caging a boy much bigger than you against a shelf, lips swollen and hair a mess as jay blushes in humiliation, pushing you off of him.

first sunghoon giggles, then heeseung begins to cackle, before they’re all laughing, grabbing jay’s shoulders and pushing him around, pinching his red cheeks and ruffling his hair even further. “getting pushed around by hee’s little sister? a ravenclaw, really bro?” yeonjun snickers playfully.

with that, the group of slytherin’s begin to walk off without sparing you another glance, much too preoccupied teasing the black haired boy. you begin to chuckle for a moment, feeling proud of yourself until through the midst of the chaos, jay meets your eyes furiously.

he rudely points at you, then raises it to his neck, making a cut throat motion.

you had a terrible feeling this wouldn’t be your last encounter with your brother’s best friend.

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ONE VOICE, TWO PHONES

PAIRING! exboyfriend!riki nishimura x gn!reader

IN WHICH riki messed up the relationship he had with you because of a dumb mistake. you saw how he tried to talk to you everyday but you turned down each attempted. until one afternoon he managed to convince you to keep talking to him and you agreed by leaving voicemails for him. but only in one condition, he doesn’t get to respond.

GENRE! angst, high school au, fluff kinda

DISCLAIMERS! profanities, angsty asf

PROLOGUE: SERIOUSLY?!

DAY 1 — FIRST VOICEMAIL, KINDA NERVOUS.

DAY 2 — PRETTY FACED LIAR.

DAY 3 — YOU ALMOST KILLED ME, BRO.

DAY 4 — FAILING MATH?

DAY 5 — SNORES.

DAY 6 — THE STORY.

DAY 7 — TTYL? MAYBE?

EPILOGUE: STUPID RIKI

ALL OF THE GIRLS YOU LOVED BEFORE | P.JS

SYNOPSIS: growing up, you've always known this one boy who was your father's best friend's son. as you grew older, you watched the girls come and go, at the same time, you somehow got closer to him as well. feelings sparked and you progressively found yourself liking him. what were you going to do? kiss him.

PAIRINGS: childhood friend!jay x afab!reader

GENRE: childhood friend to lovers, romance, a pinch of angst

WARNING(S): profanities, two of them being a bit dumb

WC: 3049

AUTHOR NOTES: i'm in a jay brainrot and after hearing miss swift's newest song, i knew i needed to write something. it isn't the best i admit, i rushed it HEKSJ but i hope you'll like it! PLEASE GIVE SOME FEEDBACKS THANKIES 🫶

WIN ONE WIN ME — L.HS

SYNOPSIS: who knew being angry and impulsive can get the captain of the hockey team to notice you? cussing them out when they were losing wasn't the best idea, but it definitely made lee heeseung's head turn, leading to him making a deal with you to win a game in order to get your number. but that wasn't enough for him, he was determined to make you his.

PAIRINGS: ice hockey player!heeseung x afab!reader

GENRE: strangers to lovers, college sports au, romance

WARNING(S): profanities, violence (fight), suggestive content (no smut), heeseung is a retired fuckboy turned good + y/n is a party goer, drinking, partying, jake being a footballer aka a soccer player ( NOT american football )

WC: 14k

AUTHOR'S NOTE: aaaa it's finally here ! hope y'all enjoyed it and PLEASE let me know how it was, give me some feedbacks and thoughts, it's been A LONGG WHILE since i've been writing so i'm worried i'll be crusty. anyway, enjoy !

part 1 of "no competition" series | series masterlist

© jaylver 2023

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑; 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 —volume one

pairing: ceo!park jongseong x brother's best friend!fem!reader

genre: arranged/forced marriage, slow burn au, accidental pregnancy, brother's best friend, slight age gap (reader's 22 and jay's 24), angst, fluff and second chance love.

warning(s): grammar mistakes, curse words, nicknames, arranged marriage, suggestive scenes, mentions/allusions to sex, toxic/abusive mother, verbal abuse, vomiting, mentions of food, accidental pregnancy, sort of toxic relationship between jay and reader.

word count: 14.0k words

summary: Just a year ago, you were forced to marry Park Jongseong, CEO of the Southern Branch, part of the vary famous Park Enterprises. It was all for the sake of your family, a marriage for the benefit of gaining more traction as a company. Jongseong was attentive, caring, sometimes even sweet, but your relationship was more about sex than it was about the marriage itself. At some point, everything got bad, and it was just mere sexual intimacy that anything else, and just when you were close to ending things...you found out you were pregnant.

playlist • backburner by niki • common by zayn • dos mil 16 by bad bunny • used to this by camila cabello • astronomy by conan gray • lovers by anna of the north • lover of mine by 5sos • this love by taylor swift • julia by lauv •

volume two?

CEOs & ARRANGEMENTS MASTERLIST

taglist (open): @iloveoceaneyesss @abdiitcryy @chimajeyn @sjakewrld @loves0ft @duolingofanaccount @ufoundme @sunghoons-mole @tobiosbbyghorl @dasa3040 @monkeybabyzz @snowysung @wonyofanclub @prdxinvade @dearhee @zhrtics @woinswoo @rerequire @in2jhae @darkreymbow @ahnneyong @uuwonniee @hueningluvbotsworld @iwuvjay @zen003xx @pshchives

author's note: So sorry for the delay, I'm still not done with volume two, and I wanted to have ready before publishing volume one, but I'm very impatient. The story is so long (it's 39k long at this point) that I had to divide it in two parts. I'm really anxious, because I don't know if this is good... but here you go. Also, the story is narrated mostly on the MCs views, not in first person, but mostly in the ambience that she is around.

PROLOGUE; And for once, I don't care about what you want. As long as we keep talking

It wasn't that the hospital bed was uncomfortable. It's the ambience, the situation that you just got into that made you uncomfortable.

Jongseong wasn't showing any type of expression, he was just standing, staring at the floor, maybe at his feet. You swore that his soul was wandering somewhere around the room.

You should've ended things sooner.

Maybe it was your fault, somehow.

⌕ TAKE TWO ━━ n. riki

PRECIS. while riki constantly assured you that him being an idol under a different label wouldn't be an issue in your relationship, you start getting second thoughts when fans start shipping him with his co-mc at music bank.

GENRE. fluff, humour, angst

WARNINGS. mentions of cheating, lots and lots of insecurities, arguments, kys / kms jokes i'm sorry, do not expect a lot of humour tbh + tba in respective chapters

BEFORE YOU READ. ok so the reader is initially a trainee and will debut later as the plot proceeds ( in first 2-3 chapters ) this takes place after the iconic jangkku mc era, riki and reader are in an established relationship. slow / irregular updates

NOTE. i see my jake smau straying further away from me and the readers but i can't help bc it's plot doesn't feel right to me :( like i have a rough chapter plan but it sounds so lacking, i'm afraid i'll encounter some major plot hole after posting and will have to put it on hold / discontinue it, which i don't want to happen :")) have fun with this smau till then, i'm trying my best to come up with a solution for my jake smau ^◡^ happy reading !

PROFILES . . . !

one | two

CHAPTERS . . . !

MY QUEEN — TEASER

Wait, where are you? What is this place?

Upon opening your eyes, you were greeted by the sight of a rather old but luxurious room, and the room, no. this place is too big for you to call it a room.. It’s too big, the ceiling was too high up there as if it was similar to a church.

Just where are you?

You looked down, only for your sight to be met with five women kneeling with their face on the ground as if they were afraid of you. Huh?

Ah.. a dream. This must be a dream.

“Milady, p-please forgive us! W-we didn’t mean to!!” you looked at the woman who has now raised her head, but with her eyes looking down as if to avoid your gaze. Her body was visibly shaking, and she seems to notice that as she brings her right hand to her left one, gripping it tight, it seems as if she tries to regain her composure to avoid making you more angry..? And it was only now that you noticed that they were wearing something similar to a maid’s clothing.

“We promise we won't do it again!!” Another one exclaimed in desperation, and then you soon heard muffled cries from another woman, apparently slightly younger than most of them.

“Stop crying!” The old woman beside her whisper-yelled, slapping the younger one’s arm.

“Are you done?” you spoked, “Do you all actually think that I'm a joke?” you asked.

Eh? You scoffed internally, it seems like the ‘you’ in this dream is cruel and sassy, haha.

“No! Milady! We didn’t mean it that way! You’ve misunderstood, milady!” one of them cried out, and the rest were even trying harder to stay silent with their muffled cries making the atmosphere in the vast room getting thicker..

“Ah, so you’re saying that I’m a fool?” the maid froze, but quickly shook her head in desperation, bringing her head to the ground again, apologizing repeatedly. “You’re getting so brave, huh?” ‘You’ spoked as you walked towards the maid.

“It’s not my intention, milady!” the tears finally poured down the maid’s cheeks, as ‘you’ bring your fingers to her cheek stroking it. But the soft gesture was quickly replaced by gripping the maid’s jaw tightly.

You heard yourself scoffing in amusement, “What if we..” forcing the maid’s jaw to open revealing her tongue, “Cut this off?”

Woah, what the fuck? This is far too real.

The maid shook her head again as she cried even louder.

“Why? It’s just a tongue, you don’t need it anyways.” You said.

“Give me.” the 'you' extended your head to the older maid who was standing all this time, and it was evident by her expression that she was hesitating. But she quickly complied, taking a scissor.

What the fuck! A scissor!? This dream is far too gory! Last time I checked I don’t really watch this type of movie!?

“I’m sorry! I’m really sorry! I promise I won’t do it again, milady!” The maid pushes herself back away from you, her face is painted with horror and fear but she still manages to bring herself to kneel down once again begging for forgiveness.

Gosh, what are you doing!? Escape dumbass!

“I’ll accept your apology, after I get this precious tongue of yours.” You smiled, gripping the maid’s jaw really tight but she pushed you off, getting up on her feet to escape.

“Get her or else I'll make sure you all will receive the same punishment.” And as if they were spelled, they quickly complied, pulling the younger maid who was thrashing around desperately back to you. The other maids grabbed both her arms, keeping her in place so that she won’t move even further. She keeps begging for forgiveness whilst crying, but the ‘you’ ignored her bringing the scissor to her jaw, then slowly to her tongue.

“You don’t really need it anyways.” you chuckled, spreading the blades open with her tongue already between it.

Wait! Hold on! Don't do it! No!

“Milady?” you snapped your head towards the voice, the sight in front of you revealing a tall young man wearing a blue attire with gold patterns decorated on it, and a sword hung at his side in a scabbard. He lets out a deep sigh but maybe a little amused as he sees the commotion, it was as if he was already accustomed to it. But his blood orange lips curve into a sweet smile when his eyes fall on you, walking closer to you slowly.

Huh, who's that?

“Prince ___!” The maid exclaimed, and he just nodded, raising his hand as if to silence the maid in which she immediately complied, raising her head down to the floor.

Wait, a prince?

You meet his gaze, intrigued by this young man who stares at you as if you were his entire world. He reaches to your hand that was holding the scissors, bringing it closer to him while his other hand takes off the scissor dropping it on the ground.

"Leave." the rest of the maids instantly walked out of the room, leaving only you and the prince alone.

He brings his lips to your hand, giving it a sweet but loving peck as his eyes raised up to yours. His eyes brimmed with overflowing fondness as he looks at you, making your heart flutter. Gosh, why this dream got to be so real? Even his fingers that was interlaced with yours, was so warm despite the cold aura that he emits.

Gosh, why this dream gotta to be so real? He's even hot-

“I apologise for being late, milady. It was never my intention.” His voice was deep, but soothing. As if he intended to make it softer than it should be to not scare you.

But then you saw a figure behind him, leaning against the doorway in your peripheral vision, taking your eyes off of the prince in front of you, you quickly look up only to see a young man wearing a white attire with gold patterns decorated on it as well, almost as similar as to what this prince wore in front of you.

Huh? Another one? Why is he standing there like a freak?

But this time he doesn’t have any sword hanging in his side, just with his arms crossed and his expression tainted with .. annoyance. But it was as if the source of his annoyance wasn’t directed to you, but to the prince in front of you right now.

Then you observed as he slowly makes his way towards you, with his expression now replaced with a sweet smile. "Lady-"

“(Name)!” Huh?

You heard a voice, your best friend calling for you in this vast room, while the prince’s attention was still on you waiting for your response and the man behind him seeming frozen. And soon everything before you was glitching like a tv, everyone soon disappears in a split second making your jaw dropped. It’s now only you in this place.

“(Name), wake up!” your best friend’s voice echoes through this dreamlike place, hitting the walls with waves till it gradually disappears. What’s happening? You walked over to the huge door, but to your dismay, it was locked.

“Hello? Anyone there!?” You yelled out, and your voice also echoes throughout the place giving you chills. You immediately walked to the center of the room, looking up to the ceiling where the sunlight creeps through the patterned holes.

But then you felt something wet fell on your face. You immediately wiped it off with your hand but you gasped when you saw that it was red.

Red.

It- it’s red. Is.. this blood!?

You looked up again but there was nothing. Only the silence and the sunlight that creeps through them was the only thing accompanying you in this deserted place.

Red.

Your eyes widened, upon seeing something red leaks through the luxurious decorated walls. “W-what?” you stuttered, walking a bit farther from the wall in front of you but soon you realized everywhere..

Has blood leaking through them.

You panic, fear slowly creeps in through your veins as you look around, seeing the place bathed in red. Snapping your head towards the door from earlier, surprise etched all over your face when the door was nowhere to be found.

“W-what’s happening?!” You cried out, then you saw blood on both of your hands making you screamed in horror, you tried to wipe it off with the silk garment of your dress but its too sticky and it keeps attaching to your hand. “H-help!”

“Someone help!”

—♚—

“Fucking (Name)! Wake up! (Name)!” your eyes shoot open, quickly sitting up as your breath is fast and unstable. Your best friend jolted in surprise, the icecream in her hand dropping on the ground making her groan. You look around in panic but soon breathe in relief when you realize that you were in your classroom. Gosh. What kind of dream is that? It felt too real..

You facepalm yourself, your heartbeat still beating fast. Then you lowered your hand and your sight was met with your best friend's face, with a confused and irritated expression.

“Got a bad dream?” she asked pressing her lips in a horizontal manner,, “I understand, but you gotta pay for my icecream.” she gestures toward the floor, the red ice cream melting to it’s demise.

“What the fuck.” You let out with a disgust expression, the image of the red ice cream melting brought the memories of your horrible dream back again.

“Yeah what the fuck, how horrible~” Your bestfriend sing songs playfully, “But doesn’t matter, have you heard about it!?” Her expression was quickly replaced with excitement.

Your attention is still heavily focused on the red ice cream, still astounded by the dream you had just now.

“Did you hear it!?” She repeated again, shaking both of your arms.

“Whatttt?”

“Our next theatre performance is going to take place in a palace!” She screamed, “Can you believe it!? In a freaking palace!”

“Wait what?” you blinked twice, still confused. “W-what place?”

She flicked your forehead so hard, in which you wince in pain rubbing your forehead with your hand.“Not place! A Palace! Palace!”

“Palace?” you knitted your eyebrows in confusion but the realisation dawns on you as your jaw dropped, “P-palace!? Which palace!?” you asked in excitement.

“Decelis, (Name)! Decelis Palace!!” She brings her hand into her chest mimicking a dying lover’s expression, “The palace where those hot princes was once born before, too bad they’re already dead. Gosh, why was I freaking born this late?”

“God, you could’ve at least let me be born in the same era as them.” she gazed out of the window in a tragic manner.

“Even if you did, it’s not like they’re gonna look at you.” you joked, in which she frowned playfully.

“Or even pick you.”

“Shut up!”

“So when are we going to go there?” You got up from your feet, dusting off your skirts.

“Today!” she exclaimed happily.

“What!?”

—♚—

“I can’t believe we’re going to perform here!!” Your best friend hops in excitement as you walk alongside together through the palace with the rest of the team behind you two. You observed the luxurious and intricate designs of the walls, and the objects on the tables that you were sure were far too expensive than you could ever imagine, and even far more expensive than your house. The house that contains too much useless stuff that your mother bought by wasting her money. Her money? You scoffed. That wasn’t her money at all.

She stole it, so that was definitely not her’s. Not even your dad owns it. They’re all just greedy. Greedy bastards as you call them. If it wasn’t because of them, you would’ve at least been happy wholeheartedly in this palace you were walking on. Happy that you’re going to perform in this wonderful place. But no, once you parents know about it, they’re going to dig in for extra cash, once again.

You sighed dejectedly, there was nothing you can do after all, but listen to them. Just like you’ve always did, all this time. Always had been, and it will always be like this as long as you were still in their claws called ‘love.’

“Woah! (Name)!” your best friend loudly called out for you from the distance, snapping you out of your deep thoughts. You realise you were already too far from the team, The manager quickly brings her finger into her lips motioning for you two stay quiet. Your best friend nodded hastily quickly pulling you with her then she halts her steps, stopping in front of a wall that has paintings hanging on them.

“Look!” She whisper-yelled, taking quick glances at you and to the painting back and forth. “The princess!”

It was a blonde haired young girl in a long green silk gown, patterned with intricate designs on it. Both her hands wore a pair of white gloves with diamond bracelets adorning her wrist, and her ears with matching earrings. Her curly hair was braided into two pigtails, adorning her beautiful face even more. She looks so innocent, so happy with her lively expression as her hands were tangled into the young man beside her, the prince. The prince’s attire was befitting to a man of his station, no doubt. You scanned his attire first then slowly looking up to his face.

“Huh?” you tilted your head, blinking your eyes twice to adjust your vision. “He seems .. familiar.”

“Hm?” Your best friend turns her attention to you, confused.

“N-nothing.” You replied, in which she shrugged turning her attention to other paintings again.

The prince, you’ve seen him before.. But where? But no matter how you tried to think, you can’t seem to remember where. Then you observed his expression that was adorned with happiness just like the princess beside him. A sweet and happy couple, huh? How sweet.. You wonder how they both met, and how they had fallen in love with each other? Was it love at first sight? Maybe.. Considering how happy they really looked together in this painting, as if they were actually a separate piece that completes each together which eventually gave birth to this painting. A symbolic representation of their love, that no matter how long you’re separated, you will eventually get back together again.

You sighed, they had such a sweet love life. You wish you could be like them, you wish you could be like the princess; happy, not just happy, but genuinely happy and content with the love of her life. Someday, you’ll be like her, definitely, you scoffed, gaining your confidence back. You’ll be able to find your own prince just like she did, and you’ll be happy just like her.

“(Name)!” Your best friend whispered yelled again, motioning you to come to where she was standing in which you complied, taking one last look at the painting. Shrugging, you went over to where she was and then your sight was met with 6 individual paintings of the princes. “It’s the princes!!”

“Oh my god, they’re so freaking handsome..” Your bestfriend brings her hand to her mouth exaggeratingly, “I knew it, guys this era can’t be compared to these princes. How tragic. Tragic indeed. Tragic as fuck.”

You tried to suppress your laughter over what your best friend said, turning your attention towards each painting. Mesmerised by the painting and the princes themselves, your best friend was right, they were too charming and good-looking for their era. The women at that time must be begging on their knees just for the prince to look at them, huh? You chuckled in amusement.

Your best friend secretly took out her phone, capturing a pic of the princes’ painting. You just sighed, knowing there’s not much you can do to stop your beloved friend from breaking the rules. Just then you noticed an old guard a bit farther from your right, taking a painting down. But you observed that he was having a hard time, so you tapped your best friend’s back motioning her to help the guard.

“We can help you!” you exclaimed happily, grabbing the framed painting to your hand.

“Ah, there’s no need, ladies.” the guard rubbed his head in embarrassment. “This is my job, so just let me-”

“No worries! We just really wanted to help!” You insisted.

“But the way to the storage room is really far..”

“It’s okay, don’t worry! It doesn’t matter right?” You turned your attention to your best friend, who nodded slowly while still on her phone, probably admiring the picture of the princes she took a few minutes afo.

“I really appreciate it.”

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And boy, was the guard right. It was really far. Really fucking far, you felt you already took a 5-hour marathon. You and your best friend carried the huge painting that was covered with a red silk material that were even far bigger than both of you combined, and yes it was heavy that she won’t stop complaining while going through the hallways. Shaking your head in amusement, as you just focused on carrying the framed painting properly not wanting to drop this precious.

Then you both arrived in the storage room, where dozens of other paintings ranging from small to big were covered with the same material as the painting you were carrying right now. Somehow, you were now curious to see what the painting behind those looks like, especially this painting.

“You can just drop it here, ladies.” The guard said, “Again, thank you.”

“We’re glad to help!” You exclaimed, smiling wide as you and your best friend slowly put the painting against the wall. You straightened your back for what seems like a hundred years, and even manage to crack a bone in the process in which your best friend laughed at you mumbling that you were now old.

“Shut up!” You whisper yelled at her when you noticed the guard let out a small laugh.

You smiled really wide trying to change the topic, and then you got an idea. “Ah, I wonder..”

“Hm?” the guard looks at you with curiosity,

“What’s this painting for?”

“Oh, it’s actually a painting of the Duke’s daughter.” The guard said, in which you let out a small ‘o’.

“But why were you taking it down then?” Your best friend asked from behind.

“Apparently, the painting doesn’t belong here. That’s why we have to take it down.”

“Wait, how? Then why was it here in the first place?” You asked, growing curious.

“It has been known in this palace that one of the princes has fallen for the Duke’s daughter, and so he made this to gain her favour. However, he was rejected-”

“Ouch, even the prince got rejected.” Your best friend interrupts, bringing her fist into her mouth, mimicking a dying lover’s expression once again. You shook your head, bringing your attention back to the guard once again motioning for him to continue.

“But the prince had given an order to hang the painting on the walls of this palace for as long as it can, and so it remained here for hundreds of years.”

“So why are you still taking it down if he told you all not to?” You asked, pouting over the prince’s sad story.

You then noticed that the guard was hesitating, with his eyes looking down to his feet.

“It has a scary myth attached to it..”

“What?”

“I’ve never seen it for sure, but after the prince’s death-”

“He died!?” your best friend sighed.

“Of course, he died. What? Do you expect him to live this long like Dracula?” You muttered, motioning for the guard to continue the story again.

“-Even though his paintings remain on the wall, it has been decided it was to be covered with silk, even this one. But.. There have been numerous claims that the maids saw blood leaking from this painting itself.” The guard said.

“Wait what!?” Your best friend exclaimed in surprise, “Gosh, (Name) I didn’t sign up for this.”

You rolled your eyes at this point, sighing dejectedly.

But the guard continues, “We never know actually if it’s truly blood, since the painting has been covered with this material-” he motions to the red silk that covers the painting, “No one even dares to try to lift it up too.”

You turned your attention to the covered painting, starting to get more curious. But despite the scary myth, you realise you were actually more curious as to what the Duke’s daughter looks like.

“Don’t try to take a look of it. There might be a curse, or something.” The guard warns,

“Let the past remain as the past.”

—♚—

© sweetpieceofnightmarez, 2022

ENHYPEN: TO LIVE ON (2023)

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[ ☆ ] ── REALITY CHECK️️❕️

── ✰. [ 4:45 PM ] “I CAN EXPLAIN…”

Miniature flower pots, beige, and burgundy lined the classroom window sill where Heeseung stood, fingers tapping on the hard-covered notebook that he held with his left hand. His right elbow rested on the remaining space of the window sill, unoccupied by the plants, as he flipped through the pages of the notebook from beginning to end with a small grin on his face. He no longer had any use for the book. Today would be the last day he held it in his hands before disposing of it somewhere off campus without anyone knowing. He couldn’t return it, so the only thing that made sense to him was to throw it somewhere discreet, erasing any track of the book.

SYNOPSIS. back then, you and lee heeseung were the perfect high school sweethearts, sharing kisses under the stars and going to homecoming and prom together. however, that soon turned bitter when you find out you’re pregnant. you break up with heeseung after graduation, leaving him alone with questions filling his head.

it just so happens that 4 years later, you and heeseung get paired up as partners at your university when you find out heeseung has a new girlfriend, but his feelings for you have never been stronger than ever.

PAIRING. lee heeseung x fem!reader (kep1er chaehyun as yn’s face claim), lee heeseung x fem!oc (other enhypen members are mentioned) jungwon is heeyn’s son!

GENRE. social media + irl au, uni life, angst, fluff, ex lovers 2 lovers

WARNINGS. pregnancy (idk if it would count as teen pregnancy bc yn has jungwon when she’s 18), implied cheating? heeseung is sort of a bad bf to his girlfriend

AUTHOR NOTE. AHHHHH OK so this will be starting after to my: lover is done!! i was originally thinking a thriller jungwon smau but i liked this idea better so the jw smau will be postponed :0 this was heavily inspired by my smau from my old acc — the baby project @wonwoosh , and it’s also inspired by @117luv ‘s jake series! big ty to my best friend 4 life @srjlvr for helping me w which member to write for + choosing which header !! thank u sm bae 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏻

TAGLIST IS CLOSED !! 🔊

profiles

yn n her emotional supporters🫂 | heeseung haters 📢

ONE — #YNMILF!

TWO — park sunghoon has a son?

THREE — you are like PAPA!

FOUR — the talk about appa

FIVE — park sunghoon, you are so dead!

💭 N.RK | ˚ ⭑ BULLY FROM NOWHERE .ᐟ ˙ ˖

◦ synopsis middle school years were difficult for you. After you finally moved away from your supposedly old bully, an unexpected surprise begans to follow

◦ pairing enemy!niki x f.reader ◦ Includes ( txt )

◦ genre strangers/enemies to lovers? social media au, high school au….crack lots of humor, fluff, slow burn and mutual pinning idfk ANGSTTT sm angst

◦ warnings underage drinking, use of drugs, aggressive friendships ig if that makes sense?? You’ll catch many curse words!! Mentions of violence and possibility of fist fights depending on how I plan this</3

this story is inspired by the webtoon, seasons of blossoms ! following with the combination of hamin’s and subin’s story <33

ONGOING !! — ( slow updates )

INTRODUCTION

-00. PROFILE 1 | PROFILE 2

-01. DROOLING CHILD

-02. TAKEN PHONE

-03. FIRST INTERACTION

-04. SLEEPING STUDIO

-05. HANDS OFF

-06. ART BOY

-07. PLAN A, START!

-08. DATE APOLOGY?

-09. THE JJ’S!

-10. STUCK WITH YOU.

-11. ARE YOU FREE?

-12. RIKIYN WHO?

-13. JAYKI

-14. LETS DATE

-15. FAMILIARITY

-16. BLOCKED BF

-17. MS. KIM

-18. BANGS

-19. FUCK SOCCER ( tw )

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西村力; ᝰꜜ ᩠˚ 𖤐 WISHLIST !

sypnosis: having a famous idol brother had its pros and cons, the pros? well you kind of get second hand fame if you ever go public on social media. the cons? well your annoying brother always tries to set you up with his members, maybe it wouldn’t be a bad thing if he didn’t keep trying to set you up with his groups maknae nishimura riki who you once met and had accidentally spilled coffee on you and then told you to suck it up.

pairing: idol!nishimura riki x fem!reader

featuring: enhypen, txt, itzy, straykids, ive + more

genre: social media au, fluff, crack, enemies to lovers, idol au, brothers bestfriend au

warnings: swearing, my humour 💀

author’s note: WISHLIST came first with over 20 vote 💀 wow anyways if you still want to vote for another one please do its for the future works im going to write i will add more maybe even a soobin smau 😱🤣 lol vote here

release date: after fiesta (will release prologue before that tho)

taglist: (open) send an ASK, replies will not be added anymore

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permanent taglist: @acciomylove-blog @missmadwoman @ja4hyvn @soobin-chois @enloveclub @gold-dragon-slayer @maiwon @one16core @juniblvssom @1-800-lixie @enhacolor

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𖥻 ٫ pairing. ot7 / enhypen x reader

𖥻 ٫ genre. horror, mystery, angst.

𖥻 ٫ warnings. blood, murder, gore, character death, plot twists, blackmail, family / relationship issues, trust issues, secrets, etc.

𖥻 ٫ synopsis. growing up in an unstable family had never been easy, but when your mother's dark history and secrets come back to bite you in the form of a masked killer, you can't help but to find your familial issues to be the least of your worries. ☏

𖥻 ٫ status. ongoing. no specific update pattern.

𖥻 ٫ tag list. @msxflower | @hiqhkey | @jungwonize | @saucytaehyung | @maiverie | @ja4hyvn | @jayjayparksblog | @bigtoewinwin | @soobin-g | @kimjiho1 | @nikipedia07 | @chiyuv | @enhasolace | @yn-dere

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❣︎ ⎯⎯ mess with me, you get the lips .

a soft squeal could be heard from rooms away as it left your lips.

riki had just snuck up on you from behind before quickly pulling you into his embrace, your back pressed against his chest. at the unexpected contact, you jumped slightly before attempting to turn around in his arms. however, his strong hold had you trapped in this position, unable to move. so you sighed, resorting to turning your head to look at him instead before giving him a playful glare. he rested his chin on your shoulder before turning his face slightly, placing a soft, apologetic kiss on your cheek.

“i’m sorry for scaring you,” he gave you a small, playful pout.

“it’s okay,” you told him before continuing, “what i’m more frustrated about is the fact that you have me restricted in your arms right here.”

he let out a small chuckle before loosening his hold on you, allowing you some freedom to move.

you turned around to face him, both of you softly locking eyes.

“‘kay, i’m sorry,” he began again, placing his hand on top of your head and ruffling your. “better?”

you squirmed in his hold before stopping his actions, “hey! no! no, stop!” you said between giggles. “this is not better! you’re messing up my hair! nishimura riki!”

laughing at your reaction, he eventually stopped and you glared at him again, even harder this time.

“okay, okay,” he let out, beginning to fix your hair by patting it down. “sorry, my love.”

after a few seconds, he succeeded in returning your hair back to the way it was before, and only a moment later, you watched as his eyes darted to your lips. before you could process, he already had his lips on yours, pecking them softly.

“better now?” he asked after pulling back slightly, voice calm.

you nodded before a smirk made its way to your lips.

you snaked your arms around his neck before quickly pulling him in for another kiss, this time lasting much longer.

he felt himself melt under your touch, kissing you back with equal passion. however, little did he know, you were taking this as an opportunity to get back at him as you continuously and messily brushed all of your fingers through his hair.

when you eventually pulled back, you had to control yourself as you succeeded in stifling your laugh. however, he didn’t miss the way your lips twitched and were being forced into keeping straight. and once you realized he caught on, you couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“what’s so funny?” he asked you before he noticed your eyes travel up to the top of his head.

turning around to face a mirror, riki quickly noticed the way his hair was now in a mess with each lock of hair out of place.

he turned around, looking at you annoyed, but you didn’t fail to notice the way his lips were now the one holding back a smile.

and before you knew it, riki was chasing you around the room, squeals leaving your lips once again before he eventually caught you from behind and lifted you off of your feet, only causing you to let out more protesting squeals.

and just like that, the day ended with you in his arms, either trying to get at each other’s hair, or exchanging kisses, and you couldn’t have wished for it any other way.

A/N. hope you enjoyed ^_^

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