#blonde yeri

[dlstmxkakwldrlarchive]

(221030 hwangsodag IG update) Minho, Onew, Taemin, Changmin, Yunho, Wendy, Seulgi and Yeri attending a SME manager's wedding

#on2min #minho #taemin #ig update #life goes on era #blond hair #mask on #lq #221030 #with: tvxq #with: rv #changmin #yunho #yeri #seulgi #wendy

[les-serafim]

예리 — like or reblog! ♡

#yeri icons #yeri #icons #kim yerim #lq #low quality #yeri lq icons #red velvet #red velvet icons #red velvet lq icons #rv icons #gg icons #kpop #kpop icons #gif #yeri gif #blonde hair #ice cream cake

[crazyfanofmassculture]

Blonde Heechul and cute young Yeri

#heechul #kpop #super junior #kim heechul #suju heechul #heenim #heenim blog #suju #short hair #blonde #super junior devil #red velvet #red velvet yeri #yeri #selfie #2015 #sexy gaze #cute #adorable

[crazyfanofmasskpopculture]

#kpop #red velvet #red velvet yeri #yeri #korean actress #actress #blonde

[fillinforlater]

Series Masterlist

The is the part of my Masterlist with every series and it's chapters/parts/adventures. It starts off with my biggest series', further down you find my CYOAs and Quickie series'. I hope you enjoy!

All fics that are not part of a series are either in my One-Shot Masterlist or in my IZ*ONE Masterlist!

ONE-SHOT MASTERLIST HERE

IZ*ONE MASTERLIST HERE

Stats: 13 Series with 73 fics, 6 Active Series'

Original Series: Spaceship: Horizon

Season 1

Prologue - Welcome aboard, human (setup, no smut)

Part 1 - Unexpected (ft. Hitomi of IZ*ONE)

Part 2 - Cumming Home (ft. Mina of TWICE)

Part 3 - Lawless (ft. SinB and Eunha of GFRIEND)

Interlude - Lucid Dream I (ft. Giselle of aespa)

Part 4 - Healing ft. (JiU of Dreamcatcher)

Part 5 - Lazy but Laid (ft. Luda of WJSN)

Season Finale - The Star in Space (ft. Sakura of IZ*ONE)

Season 2

Prologue - Ominous Oracle (no smut)

Part 6 - The Smart Duck (ft. Yena of IZ*ONE)

Part 7 - Not-So-Cute (ft. Jiheon of fromis_9)

Part 8 - Plank (ft. Heejin of LOONA)

Interlude - Lucid Dream II (ft. futa!Karina of aespa)

Part 9 - Critical Clamps (ft. Yeri of Red Velvet)

Part 10 - A Train to Drain (ft. 7 Idols of 7 groups)

Season Finale - How did we get here? (ft. Sakura and Yena)

indefinite hiatus

+

Eleven to One-Universe (with @sooyadelicacies)

Yujin - Impossible Taming (Smut Timeline 1)

Yujin - Mandatory Lesson (Smut Timeline 2)

Yujin - Torrential Takeover (ft. Hyewon) (Smut Timeline 3)

Yujin - Easily Tempted (ft. Minju) (Smut Timeline 4)

Yujin - Into the Next (ft. Eunbi) (Smut Timeline 5)

Yujin - Costly Consequences (Smut Timeline 6) 

Minju - Punitive Punishment (ft. Yujin) (Smut Timeline 7)

Hyewon - Boundless Breeding (Smut Timeline 8) 

Yujin - Award Show Vibrations (ft. Minju) (Smut Timeline 9)

Minju - Fine Feet (Smut Timeline 10)

Eunbi - Fulfilling Filling (ft. Hyewon) (Smut Timeline 11)

Yujin - Needy Bold Confession (Smut Timeline 12)

Chaewon - Hate You Lots (ft. Yujin, Minju) (Smut Timeline 13)

Chaewon - What's to Hate? (ft. Minju, Yujin) (Smut Timeline 14)

Yujin - Scandalous Shooting (Smut Timeline 15)

Yena - Pet Play (Smut Timeline 16)

Chaewon - Smart Submission (ft. Minju) (Smut Timeline 17)

Yujin - Hotel Roommating (ft. Yena, Minju, Chaewon) (Smut Timeline 18)

to be continued

+

Original Series: T[w]o find each other (Idol x Idol)

Part 1 - [The one] who won[?] (ft.Gaeul, futa!Chaehyun, futa!Dayeon)

Part 2 - [These] two [won] too (ft. IVE and Kep1er, futa!) 

Part 3 - T[w]o find love, [never three] (ft. Gaeul, futa!Chaehyun)

finished

+

Original Series: Classmating

Minju - Classmating (Part 1)

Minju - Cumforting (Part 2)

--Minju - Cumpany (Part 3) (in planning)

+

Original Series: L4

Part 1 - Loathing Love: Lucky Loser (ft. Hyewon & Eunbi)

Part 2 - Loathing Love: Liable Lady (ft. Eunbi & Hyewon)

Part 3 - Loathing Love: Lusty Loop (ft. Hyewon & Yuri)

Part 4 - Loathing Love: Lavish Lies (ft. Eunbi, Hyewon & Yuri)

finished

+

Original Series: Blonde (Female Reader)

Gaeul - Chapter I

Gaeul - Chapter II

Gaeul - Chapter III

indefinite hiatus

+

Original Series: On her (with @sooyadelicacies)

Part 1 - On her knees (ft. Xiaoting of Kep1er, Monday of Weeekly)

Part 2 - On her bottom Part 1 (ft. Miyeon of (G)I-DLE)

Part 3 - On her bottom Part 2 (ft. Kazuha of LE SSERAFIM)

Part 4 - On her stage (ft. Jennie of BLACKPINK) (Quickie)

Part 5 - On her paws (ft. Hyunjin of LOONA) (Quickie)

Part 6 - On her back (ft. Irene of Red Velvet)

Part 7 - On her jeans (Part 1 of 3) (ft. Minji of NewJeans)

Part 8 - On her jeans (Part 2 of 3) (ft. Minji & Hanni of NewJeans)

Part 9 - On her jeans (Part 3 of 3) (ft. ???)

+

Original Series: My Kinky Wife & Her Crazy Bandmates

Part 1 - ----FRAGILE (ft. Chaewon)

Part 2 - FEAR---- (ft. Yunjin)

indefinite hiatus

+

Original Series: HCHQ (futa!idols)

Part 1 - Double Team (ft. Yunjin, Kazuha)

Part 2 - tripleD (ft. Yunjin, Kazuha, Gaeul)

--Part 3 - ??? (in planning)

+

Original Series: Possession of the Queen (Female Reader)

Doyeon - Chapter I 

Doyeon - Chapter II

--Doyeon - Chapter III (in planning, finale)

+

Quickie Series: A member for the members (Idol x Idol) (with focus on futa!Sohyun)

Prelude - An unexpected D-Day (ft. Mashiro of Kep1er)

Part 1 - Expect the Unexpected (ft. Nien of tripleS)

--Part 2 - Expectations were Met (ft. Yooyeon of tripleS)

--Part 3 - Unexpected, but welcome (ft. xxx of tripleS)

--Finale - An expected D-Day (ft. xxx of tripleS)

+

Quickie Series: Phone 

Part 1 - Snake Invasion (ft. Sana of TWICE)

Part 2 - Bunny Upside Down (ft. Nayeon of TWICE)

Part 3 - Angel of Infinity +0 (ft. Minju of IZ*ONE)

Part 4 - Angel of Infinity +1 (ft. Minju and Tzuyu)

Part 5 - Angel of Infinity +2 (ft. Minju, Yiren and Tzuyu)

Part 6 - Energy Restored (ft. Jeongyeon of TWICE)

Part 7 - No Manners (ft. Lia of ITZY)

Part 8 - Return of the Angel +1 (ft. Minju and Shuhua)

Part 9 - Return of the Angel +2 (ft. Minju, Bomi and Shuhua)

Part 10 - Return of the Angel +3 (ft. Minju, Shuhua, Eunha and SinB)

indefinite hiatus

+

Quickie: 1st Chose-Your-Own-Adventure (CYOA)

Start - Double Stacked (ft. Rei of IVE & Chaehyun of Kep1er)

Option 1 - Double Stacked - One More (ft. Chaehyun) 

Option 2 - Double Stacked - I’m spent (ft. futa!Rei) 

finished

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#Masterlist #smut #kpop smut #girl group smut #female idol smut #male reader insert #male reader smut #female reader insert #female reader smut #izone smut #ive smut #eleven to one universe #spaceship horizon #twice smut #kpop fanfic #idol x idol smut #idol x reader smut

[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 YOUTUBE SERIES huh yunjin

🧋💿 yunjin and yn being girlfriends for five minutes 76k views

masterlist . next

clip one (when yunjin brought her face wayyyy to close to yns)

“how’d I do ?” yunjin asked the shorter girl, walking towards her. she was doing a scene for the girls comeback and yn accompanied her to the set to cheer her on.

“you did good” yn replied, giving thumbs up to the camera before turning back to yunjin. “really good.”

“really good ?” yunjin repeated the girls words, coming closer to her, holding on to yn’s arms until there was barely room between them. “you sure ?” her face extremely close to yns.

yn leaned back, her face feeling like it’s on fire the closer yunjin got. “yes!” she squealed feeling her heart rate go up.

yunjin let go of yn laughing her ass off at yn’s reaction.

yn turned to the camera with her hand on her chest. “oh my god.”

blooper beep sound effect

clip two (when yunjin brought yn food, while yn was doing a photoshoot.)

today yn was doing a photoshoot for calvin klein, it was the first time it was just her on her own doing a solo photoshoot most of time her member’s accompany her, but today she’s on her own.

“I’m by myself today guys.” yn said to the camera she was holding for behind the scene footage for the channel. “I’ve never done an underwear shoot before.” she pulled her blanket tighter around her. “I wonder what the girl’s reaction is gonna be when they see it, cheawon unnie will probably be like oh my god !” yn mocked the leader giggling.

yn yawned softly. “fearnot’s I’m hungry.” she adjusted herself in the seat she was in. “but I can’t eat until the shoot is over.”

“I think it’s time to do more photos.” she got up from her seat.

yn was in an empty laundry basket, lifting up her calvin klein sweater slightly, posing for the camera, only to flinch when she hears a loud voice.

“YN” she looked to the side to see yunjin holding delivery food.

their manager tells yunjin to sit down until yn is finish the shoot and then she can eat.

after yn is done, she picks up the camera and turning it on while she walks towards yunjin.

“guys yunjin is here and she brought food.” the girl smiles at the camera as she stands in front of yunjin.

yunjin pulls yn to stand between her legs. “you look so pretty.” she says looking up at the girl.

yn smiles at the compliment. “thank you, I didn’t even know you were coming.”

“I know I just thought it would be nice to bring you some food.” yunjin motions the girl to sit with her and starts unpacking the food.

“thank you, say hi.” yn turns the camera towards yunjin, the blonde waving at the camera.

“okay guys I’m gonna go eat.”

clip three (them trying to explain why they covered sofia by clairo )

“um, a lot of songs that I cover I have some sort of connection to it or I relate to it.” yunjin says to the interviewer, one arm around the back of yn’s seat.

the interviewer raises an eye brow. “oh really ? so what connection do you have to that song that you covered with yn, what’s it called sofia ?”

yn’s mouth dropped slightly as eunchae giggled.

“oh um.” yunjin turns to look at yn.

( it’s giving yeri’s “I like girls.” Interview) (play the clip)

yn coughs awkwardly. “maybe not all the songs she covers have a connection, right jen ?” she turns to yunjin laughing awkwardly.

“yes of course ahahhaha” yunjin turns her head away awkwardly.

blooper beep sound effect

clip four ( just them during practice for anti fragile.”

yn breathing heavily, leans down to get her water bottle.

as she practically drowns it yunjin walks up behind her, wrapping her arms around yn.

“can I have some, i finished mine.” she says in the girls ear, yn nodding she lifts her bottle towards yunjin lips.

cut

“do you think I’m fragile ?” yn says to the camera making a stank face.

yunjin throws her arm around yn’s shoulder. “do you think I’m fragile?” mocking yn.

cut

“yn is mad at me.” yunjin says to the camera, while yn stands in front of the girl, glaring at her.

yn turns around, about to walk away but yunjin grabs her arm, turning her back around.

“yn come onnnnnn.” yunjin drags out,wrapping her arms around the girl.

“noooo” yn wines, she scrunches her face when yunjin kisses her cheek a little to close to her mouth.

(twitter was in flames)

clip five (when it looked like yunjin was gonna kiss yn at the mma’s)

the girls were sitting enjoying the performances, yunjin leans in whisper something in yn’s ear but yn turns her head around quick to the girl, their faces inches apart , yn flinches hard at the closeness.

yunjin flinches at the girls speed, raising her hands up in defence as yn covers her face in embarrassment.

cheawon looks at girls in shock after only seeing when their faces were inches apart.

blooper beep sound effect

THANK YOU FOR WATCHING

🧋📁 I had to much fun writing this more is on the way.

#le sserafim #yunjin #yunjin x reader #chaewon #huh yunjin x reader #lesserafim x reader #kazuha le sserafim #sakura lesserafim #eunchae #yunjin fluff #yunjin oneshots #yunjin imagines

[soyeonsbabygirl]

Damn.

-

Seulgi had decided to go with Yeri to the TWICE dorms. They went mainly cause she knew the maknae wanted to see Nayeon and Chaeyoung but also because Seulgi was curious about a specific member.

She remembers when they first met at the SM building. The girl was amazing in SM rookies for her Vocals as well as her rap skills. She was close with Joy as well. A few months later before Seulgi could find out more about her she disappeared.

Well not disappeared but she left SM, it wasn’t until Joy had got her into watching the survival show SIXTEEN did she see her again. It was like she did a full 180 of how she looked. She was barely recognizable.

Now here she was, sitting in the living room, as her youngest member seemed to be in a funny conversation with Chaeyoung. Seulgi was quiet as she listened.

“Hey Chae. Sooyoung wanted me to ask you something.” A voice said making Seulgi look up.

Damn.

It was her. The girl Joy was best friends with, the girl who used to be in SM, the girl whose voice was like honey and had a raspy voice when she rapped. The girl who had the power to make everyone look at her with just the way she walks, the girl who looked way different from SIXTEEN. Almost as if she went through another change.

Damn.

That was all Seulgi could think. Her hair was currently a ginger blonde, which was different from her usual black hair. It wasn’t long but it also wasn’t too short, stopping right at her chest highlighting her gorgeous features. The way her body looked made Seulgi see stars, she looked different than the girl who was in the TT music video.

Her voice deeper than Seulgi had thought, raspy almost. She noticed a small tattoo that was on her stomach. It looked to be a small spider? Seulgi couldn’t tell but she knew wanted to run her fingers down her waist pulling her closer to her.

She didn’t even notice that it was just her and the girl in the living room now. She snapped out of it when the girl spoke again. “Seulgi right? I remember you. Joy’s other member.” Seulgi ran her tongue over her teeth as she admired her from up close. She wore a red crop top that looked to have who she thinks was spider man on it? Paired with black sweatpants. Seulgi nodded as she remembered the question she had asked. “I liked how you looked in your last music video. You guys did good.” She seemed to be so relaxed around Seulgi as if they’ve known each other for years.

Damn.

Seulgi rested her hand on the girls thigh making the girl look down and then back up at Seulgi. “You look different from when I last saw you. Back when you were in SM rookies…you caught my attention more than everyone.” She leaned closer making the girl blush slightly as she looked at her. The girl brushed her fingers over Seulgi’s cheek almost making Seulgi’s confident persona falter. Almost.

“I know. Tell me…..how long have you thought about me?” The girl moves closer to Seulgi’s lips to where Seulgi could feel her breath on them. Seulgi bit her lip slightly as she glanced from her eyes to her lips. “A lot…mainly after you went on SIXTEEN and the Ooh Ah music video…you’re Korean is amazing despite you living in China for so long.” the girl smiled as she almost closed the distance between them, she got up before they even got a chance to kiss. “Ask Joy for my number…you’re interesting.”

Damn.

Before Seulgi could respond, the girl left the room leaving Seulgi there a bit dumbfounded. Yeri came back in this time with Nayeon, Jihyo, and Chaeyoung. Seulgi was quiet as she listen to the 3 girls conversation. She made sure to get the girls name from Jihyo before she left. “That’s just Jia! Or if you wanna use her real name Jiyoung.”

Jiyoung a pretty name for an even more gorgeous girl and the stage name Jia sounded innocent almost as if to mask the girls flirty nature.

When she got back to the dorm she got Jia’s number from Joy and texted her.

“Meet up with me after my photoshoot tomorrow?”

She stared at her phone desperate for a response as she saw the 3 bubbles indicating she was typing.

“Sure.”

Seulgi couldn’t help but smile to herself.

Damn.

Who knew that Jia the 10th member of TWICE would be this interesting.

-

Merry Christmas! Hope you guys enjoy this as my gift to yall💋

#twice #twice thoughts #twice smut #twice imagines #twice oc #kim jiyoung #jia #10th member of twice #jihyo #chaeyoung #nayeon

[aphroditesmoon]

golden (part iii)

jacaerys velaryon x reader

summary: the prince bumps into an escaping slave and offers her his protection.

warnings: mentions of slavery, ep8 dinner-esque but different font, aegon being aegon, alicent is stressed, reader is confused half the time.

taglist: @ireallydontcareanymorebrooo @hiatuswhore

part 1 part 2 part 4

°°°

Jace finds you in the garden, picking andromeda and white roses for his aunt Helaena. He was relieved to see you assigned to her, for the princess was probably too busy counting butterflies and knitting to notice something was wrong with her servant.

"Helaena." He spoke first. The blonde looked up and smiled at him. "May I borrow your her? my chamber needs a but cleaning." He lies. "Of course Jacaerys." Helaena nods carelessly before going back to her stitching.

You follow him into his room and he quietly shuts the door. Before you could breath out in relief, he attached himself to you, his arms wraps around you as your head meets his chest. Your own hands finds his back as you reciprocate his hug.

He breathes in the scent of lavender in your hair, the same smell of the soap he used lingers all over your body.

You are the first one to pull back. His hands remaining on your side as he scans you. "You're alright?" You nod.

"I'm sorry, I tried to convince my mother to just let you hide in here but she-"

You cut him off of his apology and smiled. "It's okay. Payment, for food." You informed him, trying to sound assuring to lessen his worry.

Instead of relaxing he shook his head and tense up even more. "No, I told you, there should be no payment. I brought this upon you and I should be the one who-"

He starts rambling and his eyes turns away from you. Your palm meets his cheek and your turn him to look at you.

"Jace, it's okay. Its alright." You speak again softly.

His heart stops when he hears you call him by his name for the first time. Not Jacaerys, not 'my prince', just Jace.

He breathes out and closes his eyes, reveling in the warmth of your hand againts his face.

"I'm sorry, I just - I worry, that's all." He says finally, opening his eyes to look at you.

You nod wordlessly. "I need to leave." You state. He holds you closer. "No, no it's fine, Helaena wouldn't even notice-"

You interject before he finishes, shaking your head. "No, I need to leave. I need to leave all this. You." You explain. A sorrowful look shadowing over your face.

Jace turns speechless. "What- Alright, I know, this all seems a hassle, but I promise, my mother and i- we, we'll figure something out. Look, this isn't my home, tomorrow we're sailing back to Dragonstone, come with me and I promise you'll be safe there, you wouldn't have to hide anymore."

His words were fast, you almost couldn't grasp what he was saying.

"I cannot Jace, too dangerous. For me and for you." You insisted.

He sighed loudly and walked away from you to sit on his bed. "We're not talking about this until my mother says something, how bout' that, alright?"

You think over his suggestion and nod.

You immediately notices his and swore loudly, taking it in yours. "Yeri yalli, what have you done with yourself?" You scolded him.

The prince only shrugs and walks towards his cupboard to take out the bandage the maesters had given him. "This happens during training, it's no big deal."

You eye him suspiciously. "No healer?" He shook his head and smiled at you. "It'll heal in no time, won't even scar I bet." He calmly assures you as he sits on the bed to wrap his wrist.

He looks at you questioningly when you stood in front of him and pulls the bandage from him. "I help? You let me help yes?"

He was taken aback by your offer but nods nonetheless. "If you wish to."

You were quiet as you carefully wrap his arm, so he starts the conversation first.

"What you said just now, when you saw my scar, what language is that?"

You cocked your head up at him and your eyes widen. "Hm? I did?"

He nodded. "Yer yassi?" Your face breaks into a wide smile as you let out a giggle at his butchering pronunciation.

"Yeri Yalli." you corrected him. His eyes brighten and he agrees. "Yes that one, it is not the common tongue?"

You shook your head. "Dothraki." You explained. He ahhs at your words and asks again, "And what does it mean?"

You smile at him mischievously before telling him. "It means 'you child.'"

His face contorted into an offended expression earning another fit of laughter from your.

His frown then turns into a slow smile as he cherishes the sound of your laughter and the glint of joy in your eyes.

His bandage held his scar well enough for him to sleep without worrying over it.

His mother though fretful, let's her stay in his room to sleep, in fear of the other servants noticing her if she slept in their quarters.

He was sure to put a distant between them in the bed, but he wouldn't really mind waking up the same way he did that morning.

Jacaerys fell quickly into sleep, though the same peace had not found you. You stayed awake for a good hour and a half, thinking of princess Rhaenyra's words. You doubted Jace had any idea with the way he was talking to you before. He was kind, and perhaps a little taken with you, and though you appreciated the attention, you would not risk hurting him like that.

So you will have to accept the princess's offer to deliver you to the known Martell house to work there.

You know it is the best offer you'd get, and the safest, when you followed Jacaerys' back, you had not thought such luck of getting a job and promised safety would ever miraculously happen, but it did.

Yet, selfishness tugged at your heart, the little girl full of childish dreams in you longed to stay here with your prince.

°°°

The princess Rhaenyra had pulled aside her husband, the prince consort, Daemon Targaryen to discuss the concerning issue at hand regarding her son and the escaped slaves he might or might've not abducted.

The dark sister holder only laughed it off at first, assuring her it'd be fine, with all the shit he and his own brother had went through as teenagers, what Jace was doing was nothing bad. Especially compared to the rumours of Aegon ii's own rumours of whoring and fathering bastards.

Though of course, the girl being a slave did make things harder. He offered to have her hand cut off, surely that would permanently hide her slave brand.

The suggestion unfortunately was reprimanded by his wife, with a very annoyed glare.

"I am serious, Daemon. If it's some random commoner, this would be far easier to handle. Gods know I wouldn't mind him favoring whores as long as they aren't some sort of criminal." She admitted.

The prince tilted his head in consideration at her words. "Then just say she is a whore, sell her to one of the pleasure houses down the red keep. If she's good enough for Jacaerys to bring her home, than I'd wager they're willing to take her in without much convincing."

His words, once again received the frustrated look.

He was playing with her of course, he knew she already had things planned out in her pretty head, she always does. But unfortunately she never thinks them good enough until she's sure she has considered every living possible outcome and choice.

Which was pretty smart he guessed, though he'd never be that patient.

"Our house, are close allies with the Martells..." She started.

"I had offered to ship her there, it's far and less riskier to be caught, she'd live well as a kitchen girl or something." Daemon nods at the idea. It was smart of course, if they manage to do it without being caught themselves.

Shipping off a random servant girl away isn't exactly normal.

"I have men for that, you know. Just tell me when she's ready, we can have her shipped off by tomorrow."

Rhaenyra seems to relax at his words and nods silently before downing the glass of wine she's been holding.

°°°

Jacaerys curses as he woke without any sight of you.

It's been two hours since and you were still out if sight. He relieves himself by concluding that his mother must've had you stationed somewhere less crowded with people, though he's not sure how much he believes his own thought.

When dinner begins, the sky darkens, and he sits opposite of his mother who's eyes stares right into his soul, that's when he got really worried.

The awkwardness breaks when the queen Alicent starts with a prayer. He finds himself unable to eat, anxiety crawling up his throat. Had you ran away? How could you have?

He hears snickering and slowly side eyes Aegon and Aemond. The latter remained with his unreadable face and terrifying features, while Aegon seemed to be already drunk, glancing over Jacaerys and his mother.

When his eyes met Jacaerys', he does look away, instead his grin widens.

Aegon sighed loudly before waving his hand, motioning the servants for a refill of his red wine.

Very commonly an Aegon thing, he thought. Except no, it wasn't. Because as his gaze roamed over the room and landed on you walking over to pour him a drink, he realizes his uncle had started to grow less stupid.

He slowly turns to look at his mother, who had apparently already seen her before him. Though she did not seem suprised at all.

His jaw tenses when he catches a glimpse of Aegon's finger grazing your forearm.

Instinctively he bolts up, causing his chair to screetch loudly, and his wine being spilt unto Aegon.

"You twat-" Immediately his words were cut off by Alicent, chastising his son for his language.

"Apologies I-, I didn't see the cup." He says blankly without any actual remorse.

Aegon's hollow eyes rolls backwards. "Then why were you standing up?" He snapped.

Jacaerys fakes innocent as his sighs sadly, "Needed to piss." A bad lie.

One that has Daemon holding back a shirt behind the back of his hand.

"Then go, piss." Aegon says emphasizing the piss for some reason.

Jace blinks at him before shaking his head slowly. Letting out a short laugh, he sits back down. "I...changed my mind. Perhaps after dinner. You however, should get that cleaned up." He reasons.

The blonde cocks his head in a confused and annoyed manner before things clicked. His eyes gave a pleased look once again.

"Perhaps not." He drawls, a smirk making it's way to his face.

He tilts his head back and meets the sight of you, stuck at where you first stood, head bowing low the whole time.

"You." He called out, wiggling a finger at you.

Your eyes snap up and meets his gaze.

"Wipe me." You were actually taken aback, your face showing disgust for a second before you composed yourself.

"I don't -" Jace hesitates at the same time you start walking and halts in your step.

For the first time that day, you two faced eachother. Both bearing an expression that looked like you two were inches from throwing up from your nerves.

"I don't have all day, Its going to stain." Aegon breaks the trance.

Immediately Alicent's voice fills the room, interfering in the uncomfortable odd situation. "Aegon go clean yourself, we do not have time for your childishness."

For the queen's interference you were grateful, but unfortunately it only frustrated the drunk prince more, who then, reached out his hand to pull out yours that weren't that further apart from him.

You yelped as he dragged you to him.

Alicent moved to stand up, a hand slammed to the table, but she wasn't quick enough to prevent Jacaerys pulling off his uncle's hand from you before slamming a glass plate with a quarter filled roasted beef, on his face.

"Jace-" Rhaenyra finally yells at the same time Alicent shouts her son's.

Aemond wastes no time to shove you away before punching Jacaerys right on his eye.

Without thinking, you lift yourself up the floor and shove yourself on the one eyed prince from his side, making him slam into the dinner table, unfinished wines spilling onto roast beef and pork, earning a scream from the princess Helaena.

The princess jumpa off her seat, running off to the corner of the dining room, away from the fighting.

Mix of shouting voices fills the once silent room before Alicent screams with all her might for everyone to 'shut your tramp up'.

In an instant, the room was quiet again.

Except for Daemon's short giggle. Which earned the queen's and princess Rhaenyra's glare.

The queen's eyes then immediately snap to his son's.

"Your room, now." She demanded.

Aegon looked flabbergasted as he stuttered. "He was the one who started it, if he didn't make such a fucking fuss on this trollop anyway-"

"The only trollop here is you, Aegon." Jace snaps, hand clutching his bruised eye.

Rhaenyra moved to interfere but immediately hushed by her husband who was very much enjoying the show.

"Oh yeah well at least I'm honest about fucking around you hypocrite-"

Alicent's smacks the back of Aegon's head before pulling him towards the door by his hair. "That is enough from you-"

Surprisingly to the mother, her second son spoke from behind, clear enough for everyone to hear. "He's not wrong mother. Jacaerys started it, and for all the act about honoring women as a resemblance of the maiden, it seems he doesn't honor them that much to not fuck this one."

Aemond's eye turns to you, a smile that looked more of a glare, making you wince at the memory of you shoving him seconds ago.

Alicent stops on her feet for a second, sighing deeply.

"Aemond, to your room, now." She tiredly demands. Pushing Aegon out the door. Helaena quietly following with the food stained prince.

She finally turns to look at you, absolutely stunned in the corner as if you haven't pushed her son into a pig's arse.

She stares at you for a few second, and you had to restrain from looking towards Rhaenyra. And when she opens her mouth to speak, the princess finally speaks.

"My son-" Alicent's head snaps towards Rhaenyra and Daemon. "-was completely out of line. I apologize, my queen, for such a disaster." She speaks, seeming sincere.

You notice then her husband was staring at you. When you raised your eyebrows at him, he smirked and nods his head towards the door, signaling for you to get out.

"-I as well will speak to Aegon, I do have to check on Viserys for now-" was the last thing you heard from Alicent as you tiptoed behind her and ran out to the door.

You breathed out, relieved at the empty halls and immediately made your way towards Jacaerys' chambers.

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𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 — 𝐂𝐇. 𝟑

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 — 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 — 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 — 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: lee haechan x oc ; na jaemin x oc 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: fluff, slight angst, childhood best friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, exes to lovers, lovers to exes 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: feelings that shouldn’t exist surface after jaemin proposes to do something with hyejin after haechan declined, and things start to get complicated. 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: they discuss a artwork that could potentially be triggering but idk how to warn you, maybe don't look for it if you're too sensitive (there are animals involved) there's nothing graphic in the chapter ofc 𝐖𝐂: +5k 𝐀/𝐍: please, please, leave feedback if you liked it, and reblog so the story can reach more people! enjoy ♡

Mondays were the worst days of the week. Sunday night was already a bummer when she couldn’t sleep over at Haechan’s place, it was a trauma to be alone after two nights spent by his side. But the idea of having to start another week was even worst. 

“Who the fuck woke me up so soon?” Yeri yelled, stomping down the stairs as the horn kept honking outside. 

“We don’t know,” Ningning replied, shrugging as she continued eating her breakfast. 

“What do you mean you don’t know? Why don’t you check?” The blonde huffed, walking just as angrily to the window. “Isn’t that Haechan’s car?” 

Hyejin furrowed a brow, gulping down the last bit of coffee left in her mug and walking to her friend. “Why would it be?” 

“I don’t know, ask your crazy boyfriend what is he doing at seven in the morning waking the neighbourhood up?” 

“It’s really him, what?” Hyejin gasped, finally seeing him sitting in the passenger seat. 

“Oh, he’s so romantic,” Ningning whispered, bringing her hands on her chest while Yeri glared at her before huffing loudly and storming back to her room, hoping to sleep for at least thirty minutes more. “Come on, go outside!” 

“I’m wearing my nightwear.” 

“Why would he care, move,” her friend urged, pushing her out of the door. 

Her hesitation disappeared when she started running to his car with a big smile on her face. “Hyuck?” 

“Hi, babe,” he said, rolling down the window. “Want me to drop you to work?” 

Her smile widened as she moved her head up and down swiftly. “But I still have to get dressed.” 

“Yeah, I can see,” he giggled, moving his eyes on her frame quickly. “I know it’s early, but I thought we could have breakfast together at the bar next to the library, how’s that sound? They have your favourite sweets.” 

“God, you really want to spoil me today, don’t you?” 

Haechan snorted, clicking his tongue. “As if I don’t spoil you always.” 

She chuckled before taking a few steps back. “I’ll be back soon, wait for me.” 

“Yeah, don’t rush, we have time.” 

She couldn’t don’t rush when rushing meant spending more time with him, also her clothes were already picked up from the night before, so she only needed to wash up and get dressed, and after less than ten minutes she was sitting next to him in the car, ready to start the week. 

“You dress too well to stay in a library all day,” Haechan commented, quickly glancing at her outfit as he drove through the streets of Seoul. 

“Don’t make me blush.”

“You still blush at my compliments?” He teased, smirking smugly. And she rolled her eyes. “Stop pretending not to know the effect you have on me, you know I probably will never stop reacting like a teenager at her first crush.” 

Haechan chuckled before a sweet smile crossed his face. “Because I am your first crush.” 

A sigh rolled from her lips just thinking about it. Thinking back at all the years of yearning for him felt so strange now that she had him right where she always wanted him, and she knew there was no way she was going to leave that haze behind. 

“Unfortunately,” she joked, making him gasp dramatically as he brought one hand to his chest. 

“You should be so glad you have me in your life. Look at you, in less than five minutes I’ll buy you your favourite cupcakes, and then I’ll drive you to work, and I’ll come pick you up this afternoon.” 

“You’ll pick me up?” 

“Do you prefer the metro?” 

“Oh, hell, no,” she replied, trying to hold back the mindless smile, but this was the best Monday in a while. It felt nice, and not so heavy like any other ones where the fears and doubts would slump over her shoulders. And once again her happy moment was him, the only time when she didn’t feel her chest get so heavy. 

“And here we are,” Haechan stated, luckily finding a parking spot right in front of her library that was only a few steps away from the bar. 

“You weren’t so happy yesterday, does Monday bring you a good mood?” She asked, searching for his arms to intertwine with hers as they started making their way to the bakery. 

“What do you mean I wasn’t so happy yesterday?” 

“You were grumpy, and you just seemed, I don’t know, not like this.” 

“Blame it on the Sunday melancholy,” he laughed. “No, but I don’t know, I thought I was fine, just wanted to chill inside the house all day with you.” 

“And Jaemin,” she giggled, pushing the front door open. The smell of freshly baked sweets and bread filled her nose, and the day immediately got better. 

“Please,” he huffed, rolling his eyes. “He always clings to us, but I can’t complain, I missed having him around.” 

“I like him, he’s a fun guy and it’s so nice to talk with him.” 

“Yeah, but can we don’t focus on him even when we’re alone?” 

She laughed, nodding. “Yeah, I’m starving.” 

When the clock hit 5:30 pm, Haechan was outside of the library, waiting for Hyejin to come out. 

“Hi, honey,” he greeted, waving as he leaned against his car. “How was your day?” 

She looked happier, the smile on her face was too big for someone that usually hated the start of the week, and she almost jumped with every step she took. 

“Amazing,” Hyejin replied, throwing herself in his arm, surprising him so much he barely reciprocated the hug. 

“Really? Why?” He asked, opening the door for her before running to his side. 

“Guess what?” She exclaimed, turning to the side to stare at him, the smile on her face never fading. 

“What?” 

“I have two tickets to an art gallery for Saturday!” 

“An art gallery?” Haechan asked, furrowing his brows, and tilting his head. 

“Yeah, the one I wanted to go to, remember?” She was basically jumping on her seat, radiating happiness just at the idea. 

“Yeah, yeah, I do. The contemporary art one, right?” Haechan questioned, making sure he got it right. But, seeing how happy she was, the answer was quite obvious. 

“Yep,” Hyejin exclaimed, clapping her hands. 

“Are you going with Yeri?” 

Her smile dropped as soon as she registered his words. “What do you mean with Yeri?” 

“You’ve got two tickets, didn’t you?” 

She nodded, but the happiness on her face was gone, and her body was pressed against the seat. “Yeah, but I was thinking of going with you.” 

“Oh,” he gasped, diverting his gaze, hands falling on the wheel as his fingers tapped on it nervously. “I wish I could but…” 

“But what?” She asked, urging him to finish the phrase, a bitter edge hidden in her tone. “Already made promises to someone else?” 

“No, no, I just… you know I don’t like art… not contemporary art, to be honest.” 

“But I want to go.” 

“Well, can’t you go with someone else?” 

She opened her mouth to talk but shut it down immediately, slumping back on the seat and humming while pressing her lips together. 

“Hey, I just —” 

“No, it’s fine,” she stopped him, lifting a hand to stop his hand from touching her thigh, not turning to look at him, feeling too vulnerable as tears menaced escaping from her eyes. “I’ll go with someone else, don’t worry.” 

“Yeah, you know, you could go with someone that enjoys it.” 

Hyejin didn’t reply, only nodded as she started getting lost in the city outside. Did he genuinely want her to go with someone that shared her same passion or did he just didn’t get she wanted to spend some time with him? Either way, she was hurt and didn’t want to think about it. “Oh, can you drop me home? I have to help Yeri with something.” 

“Yeah, sure. Though, I thought we could spend at least dinner together.” 

“I don’t know, don’t want it to be too late…” She lied, nervously biting the inside of her cheek. 

“Oh, come on, we’ll eat quickly, I’ll drop you home before 8.” 

She sighed. The truth was she was sad, maybe even a bit mad, and didn’t want to spend more time with him, but then again, she felt she had no right to be mad, Haechan didn’t like art, and found it boring, while she loved it, so it was normal he didn’t want to go with her. That didn’t mean he loved her less than she loved him, or that he didn’t want to spend time with her, he wanted her to enjoy her day. 

“Yeah, fine, just don’t drop me too late,” she smiled, meeting his eyes, and watching as his lips curled in a smile too. 

Hyejin didn’t want to torment Haechan with the same questions, but the more the art gallery got close, the more she couldn’t help but feel sad he didn’t want to go with her. So there she was, one day before, begging him to go with her. 

“Then we can go whatever we want,” she repeated for the nth time, leaving the shoes at the side of the door to wear her slippers that were next to his. 

“Honey, I know, but…” Haechan huffed, fixing his hair and hanging the coat next to the door. It had been a constant nagging the entire ride back home and his brain was already exploding from work, that was the last thing he needed. “I’m exhausted, and I don’t even know if I’ll get up from bed tomorrow. I don’t want to ruin your day, you know I’m insufferable when I get no sleep.” 

“But it’s in the afternoon.” 

Haechan turned around, glaring at her. “You don’t like going to art galleries late, you want to be there first thing in the morning to avoid the queue, I know you.” 

Hyejin huffed, “True, but I would do it for you.” 

“And I said I don’t want to,” he replied before sighing when he saw her expression drop even more. “Hye, come here,” he whispered, pulling her closer by the waist, “I’m too tired for this, it was a long day of an even longer week and I want to spend the weekend rotting in bed. Can you go have fun for me?” 

Hyejin pushed down her throat a sniffle and nodded, keeping her lips together to avoid making weird sounds as she fought back tears. 

“Good,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss her. “I’ll go take a shower, if you are hungry start eating without me.” 

But all the hunger had left her as she dragged her body into the kitchen, surprised of seeing Jaemin there. 

“Oh, no, you listened to it all, didn’t you?” 

Jaemin raised his head, faking surprise and shrugging. “To what?” He had listened, but he didn’t want to seem like the roommate that couldn’t mind his business. Well, he was the roommate who couldn’t mind his business, but was it really his fault if they always bickered in the common spaces? 

She whined, sitting on the chair next to his, resting her head on the table. 

“Why are you sad?” He asked, closing the laptop after making sure he had saved what he was working on.

“I don’t want to distract you from your things.” 

“Nah, I was done anyway. Actually, I wanted to make dinner, wanna help?” 

She shook her head, lifting her upper body again to rub her hands on her face. “I’m not even hungry anymore.” 

Jaemin didn’t answer right away, he only studied her body and her nervous movements. “Did… did you fight?” 

“We didn’t fight, it’s just… oh never mind, I’m childish. He breaks his back at work, and I still whine when he’s too tired to do something with me.” 

“Is this about the art gallery?” 

“How do you know?” 

“Well, you’ve been talking about it for days, I heard you asked him two days ago, and then he talked about it with me.” 

“He did?” She asked, shifting on the seat. Jaemin hummed. “What did he say?” 

“Just that you wanted to go but he doesn’t like it.” 

Another huff rolled from her lips and Jaemin cocked his head to stare at her face that was now facing the table. “See, he just doesn’t like it, even if he wasn’t tired, he wouldn’t come, but is it so bad? We could even go skating after we’re done, I don’t care.” 

Jaemin coughed, fighting with his brain whether to be too upfront with her and tell her all the theories he kept making in his mind as he continuously studied them or not. It truly wasn’t his intention to pay so much attention to the details, but some red flags seemed so loud and clear to him, he couldn’t understand how Hyejin didn’t see them at all. 

“Did you talk to him?” 

“I ran out of words,” she scoffed, throwing her hands in the air. “But it’s fine, I’ll gift them to somebody else.” 

“No,” Jaemin shouted, louder and quicker than he wanted to. “I mean, you want to go, you can’t give it up because he’s not coming.” 

“I know but I don’t want to go alone and I don’t want to go with my friends,” she whispered, focusing on the design of the tablecloth to avoid his gaze, “neither Yeri nor Ningning want to come, and it’s fair, one has a date and the other one has her only free day, so…” 

“Can I come?” 

“What?” Her face lifted, staring at the young man in front of her with shock. 

“I mean, I’d like to go, if you want to, if it’s fine for you,” Jaemin said, the usual confidence of his voice faltering as he struggled to keep eye contact. 

“But I like to go there early and I’m annoying because I really love contemporary art and everybody hates it, I mean, I kinda hate it too but I think it’s funnier sometimes, you have so much freedom to come up with things when you look at the art and you can criticize it, oh, see,” she chuckled as she realized she started to talk no-stop. “I’m even worse when I have it in front of me.” 

Jaemin chuckled, grabbing her hand and caressing it. “I talk too much, too, so it would be incoherent for me to criticize you, don’t you think so?” 

“Yeah, but you talk about interesting things…” she said, quickly moving her eyes from their hands to his eyes. 

“This is interesting. So, what time tomorrow?” 

Hyejin’s smile reached ear to ear while the hype sparkled in her again, the idea of not having to go there alone and being with someone that seemed as interested as she was, was the best news of the day. 

“7:30, so we can be there at 8:00.” 

“Early bird, got it.” 

Jaemin wasn’t interested in contemporary art at all. To be honest, he simply never understood it and found it nerve-wracking how the lines about the definition of art blurred after the ‘60. But as he drove to the gallery he realized that he had found someone that was going to make him change his mind. 

Hyejin was the personification of happiness and excitement. When he parked out of her house at 7:20, she was already there, waiting under the porch, and rushed inside in the blink of an eye. And now she couldn’t stop talking about the things they were going to see. 

“Ever thought about being a teacher?” Jaemin asked, stopping her explanation of the life of Jean-Michel Basquiat. 

“Me? A teacher?” 

“Yeah, I mean, I know your dream is to be an artist but maybe you could teach and start your artist career as a side hustle.” 

“Oh, I’ve never thought about it. Do you think I’d be great?” 

“I think you’d be amazing,” he smiled, making her look away. 

“Well, I love my book club with kids, I wait for Friday mostly for them.” 

“See,” he said. “I’ve never seen you, but I think you’re good with them.” 

“You got that just from my rants that probably already gave you a headache?” 

“Oh, shut up,” he laughed. “I love how you explain things, it’s simple and clear, but you still give nice details and your passion is loud.” 

“Thanks,” she mumbled, biting her nails, and smiling shyly at him. 

“It’s the truth,” Jaemin smiled back before looking at the road again. 

When they exited the place it was around 10:00 am, the sun was by now high in the sky and the temperature was warmer, but none of them wanted to go back home, so they decided to go for a walk. 

“So, are you traumatized?” Hyejin asked, walking at his side, feeling their shoulders brush. “You didn’t talk much.” 

“Oh, I didn’t…” 

“Was it disappointing?” 

“No, I’m just speechless. Okay, so I never cared much about contemporary art, and I didn’t find it boring like Haechan, but I found it irritating.” 

“And you still came here for me?” She asked, not able to kill the smile that was forming on her face. 

Jaemin nodded, smiling shyly. 

“Oh, I owe you something.” 

“No, you don’t because I loved it,” he confessed.  

“You did? You don’t have to lie, I don’t take it personally.” 

“Yeah, I know,” he smiled. “But you are too good of a teacher and I’ve learned new things and turns out it is funny to stare at a blank canvas and see whatever the hell I want in it.” 

Hyejin laughed, mind going back to when the guide asked what they saw in that painting and he nonchalantly said ‘a burger’. “The guide wanted to kill you.” 

“What? It’s freedom of speech and imagination, ugh?” He laughed, eyes crinkling up. “Okay, I’m just starving, I was starting to see food everywhere.” 

“Want to have brunch?” 

“Should we? Even if after seeing ‘Mother and child divided’ I’m not so hungry anymore, especially not for burgers.” 

Hyejin chuckled, shaking her hair to move the long strands of the bang from her eyes. “The love-hate relationship I have with that work is not unexplainable.” 

Jaemin’s face twisted in disgust for a moment. “There’s a way to love it?” 

“I mean, I like the double message, and mostly I love how the mother and son relationship has always been a pivotal point in art and in this work is so… revolutionized. Think about it, when you think about that in art what comes to mind?” 

Jaemin thought about it for a minute before answering, “The Madonna and Jesus?” 

“Exactly! A holy image, of the purest kind of love, in an idyllic setting and then, all of a sudden, this is gone, it’s macabre and cruel. The love that should last forever, that bond that should never break, is torn apart. And it’s portrayed by a cow and a calf put in a tank. It’s shocking, but cool… if only those animals weren’t real. But also, if they were plastic, would it induce the same sense of irritation and anger? Like, seeing that makes me angry for so many things, the idea that a child was torn in two and separated by his mother is cruel and revolting,” she explained, gesticulating and stopping herself because she had so much to say. 

His lips curled in a soft smile as he stared at her getting so worked up. “I only stopped at revolting when I saw it, so that’s what I mean when I say you have so much passion in you.” 

Hyejin chuckled. “That’s why I stopped hating contemporary art so much, I was like you, getting mad and saying that it wasn’t real art, but then when you study those artists and what they want to say, you realize that you will always play their game. Every time you say that you could’ve done it too, that it’s outrageous, that it took them nothing, you pay them attention, you try to find a meaning in what they do and even if you think you’re not, they have you hooked on their art.” 

Jaemin smiled tenderly. “So you say, you might as well take a jump in their no sense and have fun?” 

“Exactly.” 

“And what about you?” 

“Me?” 

“Your art? Do you want to traumatize people, too?” 

“No, don’t worry, you won’t find corpses of any kind in the freezer because I need them for artistic purposes,” she joked. “Should we talk about this in there? It looks like a nice restaurant?” She asked when a sign caught her attention as they were walking by. 

“Yeah, let’s go.” 

When they entered the place, they sat down at a table and ordered something to eat. 

“So, you were saying?” 

“My art is simple, classic, basic.” 

Jaemin glared at her. “I’d love to see the passion you put into other people’s art into yours.” 

“I try to but I… I don’t even know what my art is anymore. It was personal, and it has always worked as a diary. I’m pretty good at different things, from realism to abstractionism, I do well even with sculptures, but I don’t think what I loved about my art was the technique. I loved the way my hands followed my heart, I would vomit my emotions on the canvas and just let go. I didn’t even care when I had to try and retry. Now I know I would start to compulsively look at the tiniest details, the proportions are not perfect at 100%, the spacing between the eyes looks weird, the shadows are surely wrong, and on and on and on…” 

Jaemin sighed, smiling briefly at the waitress that brought their drinks and the appetizers. “Why?” 

Hyejin shrugged before bringing the glass to her lips. “I… I can’t afford that. I want a future with Haechan, but we can’t have it now with a job that pays me, imagine if I drop everything to live off with art. I can’t put this weight on him.” 

“But you could at least still keep the flame alive?” He dared to say. 

“And how? I don’t have time for that.” 

Jaemin snorted and she raised a brow. “What’s so funny?” 

“I’m just… never mind.” 

“No, speak, or I’ll make art right now by pushing a fork in your arm.” 

“Fine, fine,” he gave up. “Instead of coming to our place every evening to cook, you could go to your place and paint.” 

“Damn, you really don’t want me home,” she joked.  

“When did I say it?” He asked, raising a brow. “It’s just... Haechan works but then he always finds time to play games with Jeno, or go out with some other friends, or even just chill on the sofa. You? You come home and cook and clean…” 

“I do it because I want to.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he dismissed her, looking at his plate because he knew it was a lost cause to start with.  

Hyejin furrowed. “You still think he treats me like a maid?” 

“I’m not saying he treats you like a maid, I’m saying you… you love him too much.” 

“What?” She gasped.

“You can do it for him. I know you just want to stay under the same roof and know that he’s in the other room and have dinner together, but you loved art and you shouldn’t push that passion away completely.”

“I didn’t push it away for him, it won’t give me a future. And I know what I want, I have to work hard for that.” 

Jaemin hummed, biting back the bitter remark, stopping himself from screaming why can’t you see the evidence? “And what’s the future?” 

“So you can judge even that?” She joked, but the bitter edge in her voice reached his ears anyway. 

He felt a painful clench in his heart and his smile dropped. “I only care for you, I don’t want to judge.” 

“I know you do, but I’m a grown-up, and we have to make decisions when we grow up, don’t we? If I do what I do, it’s because I want to and because I know that going to my place and starting to paint when that paint won’t see the light of the day will just kill me more.” 

Jaemin nodded. “Yeah, sure. Sorry for being… too much into your business.” 

“Don’t worry, it’s fine.” 

The first intention was to go home, but when after taking a different route because the road was closed, they saw an amusement park, they couldn’t help but stop by. 

“You have no idea how many times I begged Haechan to come with me,” Hyejin said, hopping around. 

“Damn, always too tired from work, isn’t he?” Jaemin whispered bitterly but she barely heard. 

“What?” 

“No, nothing, you’re here now, isn’t it nice?” 

Her smile widened even more as she nodded. “I love it.”

“So, any ride you’d like to try?” He asked, trying to turn into a tomato when her hand searched for his. 

“Mhh, don’t know. Any suggestion?”

He cleared his throat, looking around, more to find an excuse to don’t have to look into her shiny eyes than to look at the attractions. “I mean, are you in a rush? Because if you’re not, we can try them all for me.”

Her eyes lit up while her lips moved up in a grin. “Are you sure?” She asked, trying to mask the happiness and excitement in her voice. 

Jaemin nodded, “Anything you want.”

“Carousel first.”

After two hours they tried every ride in the park, even going on some twice. They felt strained, but adrenaline was rushing in their bones as they talked about anything and everything and occasionally sang and danced along to the music coming from the big speakers at the corners. 

“Oh look, you can win a couple of bunnies!” Hyejin exclaimed, seeing the stand as they were walking out of the park. 

“Do you want them?” Jaemin asked, staring at where her finger was pointing. 

“Yes! So I can give one to Hycuk.” 

Jaemin shouldn’t have felt that twisting pain in his heart as those words left her mouth and she started walking speedily to the booth to try to win the plushies, but he felt it anyway. He couldn’t believe she was so blindly in love with Haechan. But he shrugged it off and followed her. 

Jaemin stood a few steps back, leaning against the pillar of the stall as he watched her handle the gun and shoot at the cans, failing all her tries of the first round. A smile curled his lips as she huffed and shook the bangs out of her face to try to get a better aim. But when even the second try failed, Jaemin couldn’t stand looking at her sulk on it more. 

“I’ll try,” he said, handing the money to the cashier and taking the water gun from her hands. 

“Jaem, you don’t have to.”

“I know,” he said, turning around and smiling at her. “I want to.” Jaemin would’ve indulged more in her cheeks heating up and the big smile on her face if it wasn’t for the bell ringing, signalling the start of the game. 

“You need to take down five of them to get the bunnies,” the man behind the cashier reminded him when he knocked the first one down. 

Hyejin rolled her eyes, grunting lowly because there was no need to be so annoying. But even though she was cheering on him, she didn’t expect him to keep pushing the cans down. His aim was perfect, and nothing could distract him from his goals. And so lost in everything, she stopped thinking that he was so handsome, it was a shame he was still single. But when the bell rang and brought her out of her thoughts, she saw the score on the screen. 

“I can’t believe you won them,” she screamed when Jaemin turned around, winking at her before grabbing the two plushies from the man in the stand and handing them to her. 

Jaemin smiled tenderly, watching her jump on the spot as she held them tight on her chest. He shrugged, starting to walk over to the parking lot as she followed by his side. “It seemed like you wanted them badly, thought I could help.” 

Her eyes lit up more before she stood on her tiptoes to leave a small peck on his cheeks. “Thank you so much. You’re the best. I can’t wait to give this to Hyuck.” 

Jaemin’s smile turned bitter, but his cheeks were still bright red from the kiss of before. “I’m sure he’ll love it.” 

“I hope so,” she said, trailing off as she waited for him to open the car. “I don’t know, sometimes I feel like… it’s almost as if I don’t know him anymore.” 

“You’re not sure he would like them?” Jaemin asked, watching her play with the fur of the plush before starting the car to head home. 

Hyejin shrugged, letting out a low huff. “It’s not about these, it’s about a lot of things. I’ve known him since forever, and yet sometimes I get this feeling we’re almost strangers.” 

Jaemin chuckled. “You two? Strangers?” 

“Yeah, it’s absurd, right?” She said, looking at him. Jaemin nodded and she sighed again. “Maybe it’s just life that makes it hard. But I hate that I do things for him thinking he’ll love them and then he’s just not as excited as me, or not like I expect him to be… with me.”

Jaemin kept quiet, he didn’t know what to say. Honestly, he didn’t want to hurt her with what he thought was the reason. As the months went by, he simply thought they both loved each other deeply but differently and somehow it made it look like Haechan loved her a bit less. 

“I feel like I became too much for him, you know? And I’m always afraid I’ll do something wrong. I don’t want to upset him, but also I miss what we used to have when we were in college. He always found a way to spend time with me, he would help me study even if he didn’t know a thing about my degree,” she said with a small melancholic smile on her face. “God, he even asked for the recipe of a dish I loved to prepare it at home because we couldn’t go out often.”

Jaemin smiled, caressing the hand on her thigh in reassurance. “He loves you, don’t doubt that.” 

“I know,” she whispered, clearly trying to fight back tears, “but I wonder if we’re right for each other. He never…” she sighed, looking out of the window and taking a deep breath. “He never saw me, not like I would see him. And… oh, Jesus, I’m so annoying, aren’t I?” 

“No, you’re not,” he reassured. “Let it out, Hyejin. It’s alright.” 

“No, because it’s just me and my stupid paranoias. I loved him for so long, hurting so much because he would see right through me, and now that I have him, I still have that lingering fear I am not enough. I try so hard to keep this up because I’m terrified I’ll lose a friend before I’ll lose a lover.” 

Jaemin gulped, feeling heaviness in his heart. Haechan meant so much to her. He wanted to say these paranoias were useless, but he didn’t feel like lying. “I don’t think you should stress about it. Now let’s go home and give him that bunny, alright? He’ll love it.” 

Hyejin forced a smile on her lips and blinked the tears away before nodding. But the silence that surrounded them felt agonizing, so she had to fill it somehow. “Remember when I told you about Zoya?” 

“Yeah, why?” 

“She asked me and Haechan to hang out next week, I thought you could tag along.” 

“Oh,” he whispered, swallowing the gulp in his throat, “to get to know her?” 

“Yes, of course, silly. Why else?” She asked, pushing him playfully. 

“I love how you keep not-so-subtly telling me I’m bitchless,” he chuckled and she laughed too. 

“I just think you two would make a great match,” she explained. “And I…” she breathed out, biting the inside of her cheek, “… I kinda don’t want to be just us. It doesn’t even have to be to get with her, just to hang out with us and make a new friend.” 

“Why don’t you want to be just you, her and Hyuck? I thought you were friends?” 

“Yes, we are,” she replied. “I don’t mind being just us, but it’s been just us for years, nothing wrong with adding another one,” she clarified, voice shaking and fingers fidgeting with the paw of the toy. 

Jaemin glimpsed at her, not convinced at all, but shrugged. “Fine, I’ll come.” 

“Perfect! I’ll tell her tomorrow, so she can book the table for four,” Hyejin cheered, beaming at him. “I think we’ve gone too far from home.” 

“Yeah, I just noticed how far we’ve driven to get to that park,” he chuckled. “Are you tired?” He asked when she yawned. 

Hyejin giggled in embarrassment and then nodded. “A bit.” 

“You can rest if you want,” he proposed her. “I think we won’t be home sooner than an hour.” 

“Are you sure? I don’t want to leave you alone.” 

“No, don’t worry. Just relax.” 

“Thank you.” 

As he ever so often glimpsed at her falling asleep on the passenger seat, Jaemin realized a painful truth; he didn’t want Zoya or any other woman, he wanted her. 

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#nct fanfiction #haechan fluff #haechan angst #haechan smut #jaemin fluff #jaemin angst #jaemin smut #nct dream fluff #nct dream angst #nct dream smut #nct 127 fluff #nct 127 angst #nct 127 smut #fic: glimpse of us

[chuunardo]

My version of the Tucker family (PostCovid!) +extras

Added my version of Kenny n Butter's child + Style's daughter (I'll add her brother some day `~`) ++ Wendy's daughter!!! (Ik a lot of daughters, I can't help it that I like drawing girls whoops)

GET TO KNOW THE GIRLS!!!

Christina (Chris) Tucker:

**long black hair, usually braided in the back, has a mole above her lip**

>Peruvian/White

>is her Papa's (Craig) mini me // from the way they act to the way they speak in their nasally monotone voice

>looks more like her papa but gots her dad's (Tweek) nose

>is close to Kam McCormick // Kam calls her "her sister from another mister"

>speaks spanglish often // much to the point where Tweek also picked up some Spanish as well

>her in game persona is always a guy because she finds it endearing (hints to her might being genderfluid or Trans)

>Ace!

Kameron (Kam) McCormick:

**dirty blonde hair, shaggy like hair cut with her ends dyed pink, has freckles**

>Hella white

>makes sure you know she ain't white trash

>loves scene culture hence her hair style

>is a self proclaimed "weeb"

>follows the internet culture religiously

>is always seen with some type of orange on her // bcuz of her dad (Kenny)

>is also his mini me // Butters claims that they can be twins

>looks identical to Butters tho

>Pan!

Stacey-lynn (Stace/Stacey) Marsh-Broflovski:

**black hair (w/ red undertones), is usually seen with a blue headband and gold earrings**

>Also white

>plays volleyball for the school's team // and is the captain and right wing hitter

>learnt how to read and write in Hebrew to please her Baba (Sheila)

>is her Baba's favorite

>her and her brother lived in New Jersey for most of their middle school years

>yes that means they have a jersey accent // though they can mask it pretty well

>has her Papa's (Kyle) attitude but her dad's (Stan) looks

>is a people's pleaser (oof)

>is dating Irene

>Lesbian

Irene Testaburger:

**short black hair, is seen with a pink hair clip in her hair, drawn on hearts underneath her eyes, dimples**

>is from Australia // yes accent!

>not Wendy's bio daughter as she is the daughter of her diseased coworkers

>was adopted by Wendy when she was 13

>moved to South Park when she was around 16 // junior year bby!

>is Korean/Australian

>though new to South Park High, she is already the VP of her class council // last VP dipped

>is a huge nerd

>loves dancing // was in a dance group back in Australia

>is dating Stacey!

>Lesbian!

//I want to personally add the fact that I named her Irene after Red Velvet's Irene! I also made her Korean name Yerim Yoo (shares names with Yeri) and her birthday Feb 10 (shares bday with Seulgi). It pairs perfectly with the fact that she's Wendy's kid too 💛. Testaburger family = Red Velvet?? *insert vine boom* (sorry Joy, I'll add you somehow my love)

#south park #south park fanart #south park post covid #sp creek #craig tucker #tweek tweak

[sanccharine]

01 | a hufflepuff and a slytherin

hogwarts au

pairing: hufflepuff!tzuyu x slytherin!reader genre: fluff, slice of life word count: 2.8k

warnings: none that i can think of :]

summary: whether on the field or during class, you never shied away from trouble. and in your sixth year, trouble seemed to follow you like a shadow, though you couldn’t complain. especially when that series of misfortunes led you to the transfiguration prodigy, chou tzuyu. includes: red velvet's yeri, ateez's san and wooyoung; mentions viviz's sinb

status: ongoing a/n: here it is aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

masterlist | teaser | chapter 2

The Hogwarts Express' deafening whistle greeted you when you stepped onto the platform. Young children—witches—too young to attend the school dashed past, laughing. Huffing behind them, their parents pushed trolleys with luggage threatening to fall. The commotion was expected. Missing the train was one of your deepest fears and you were already pushing it, being as late as you were.

In hopes of finding an empty coach, you rushed towards the end of the platform. The first few coaches would be packed with the early birds. Here and there, you could recognise your friends and classmates. The flash of green robes, a glimpse of the newest Nimbus, and a familiar head of bleached blonde hair in the crowd. The thought of seeing your friends made you smile.

Until someone crashed into your back, pushing you straight into your trolley.

“Move along, L/N!” You could single out your best friend’s scream from a raucous crowd, it was as lithe as its owner.

It had been a while since you heard Yeri.

Before you could take your revenge, the young woman was already ahead and left you sputtering in her dust. Yeri shoved her trolley through people and forced them to jump away as she flashed her blinding smile over her shoulder. Shaking your head at her antics, you decided to follow her. When you stopped by Yeri’s trolley, she had already headed into the train, probably trying to find an empty seat. As you pulled up your largest suitcase onto the train, Yeri appeared in front of you.

“I found one, just three down,” she said before jumping down to the platform to get her things. “Go quickly!”

You made your way down the train with your suitcase and shoulder bag. On occasion, you pressed yourself to the wall to let other students pass. Having found the empty coach, you opened the door and haphazardly threw your bag to the luggage rack above. Mustering all your strength, you lifted your luggage and tipped it in as well. But, it seemed to be too big to fit.

To get a better view of the cabin, you climbed up on the seat with a groan. Impatient as you were, you miscalculated the effect of dragging your shoulder bag out. A terrible decision on your part.

It happened in a matter of seconds.

The corner of your suitcase in front of your eye.

Your feet slipped away from the seat.

Your left hand yanked back by force.

Your shoulder bag spilt your stationery.

You bumped back into someone.

And finally, your suitcase toppled over.

Instinct finally kicked in, you turned on your back and raised a hand over your head. You waited for the deafening thud but it never came. After taking a second to get your bearings, you glanced over your shoulder.

Your suitcase levitated an inch above the ground. A deep sigh escaped from your saviour as your suitcase finally landed on the floor. When you turned, you found a pair of glassy brown eyes staring back at you with concern.

Non-verbal spellcasting. Quick thinking. The colour yellow in your peripheral.

Chou Tzuyu.

Even in class, your brain never processed information that quickly. Yet, her name came to you in an instant.

What was worse is that you said it aloud. She looked up, expectant, so you said the first thing that came to mind. 

“Hi.”

To be fair, you couldn’t fault yourself. It was hard to not fluster under her stare. After all, this is Chou Tzuyu. There wasn’t a single witch, professor, or ghost at Hogwarts that didn’t know of her brilliance.

You’ve crossed paths with her, being in the same year and all. Though, you doubt she’s ever noticed you. Maybe apart from the few times you’ve miscast a spell, started a fight or chased around your teammates. These are instances when most people notice you, but looking back, none of them shine a positive light on you. But also because you were in completely different friend circles. You spent your time at Hogwarts eating grass on the field, she spent her time at the library with her study group. You wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t know your name—

“Y/N L/N,” she said, offering you a very awkward smile. Mimicking your intonation, she finished. "Hi."

Chou Tzuyu knows your name. She’s definitely noticed you. 

With your ego boosted a little, you stood up straighter. 

“Hi,” you repeated out of habit, with quite some confidence. Then deflated when you realized what you did.

Tzuyu chuckled to herself before she relaxed onto the seat she was knocked into. Only now, you were aware of the precarious situation that was your own doing. You were leaning towards her, back hunched enough for your faces to touch, you’ve cornered her onto the seat. With a gulp, you pushed yourself out to the hallway to allow some distance between the pair of you. Hiding her smile, Tzuyu helped herself up as you began your round of apologies. 

"I am so sorry,” you began and Tzuyu raised her hand to shake your grievances away. But you were busy scanning her for visible injuries or discomfort. “You’re not hurt anywhere, are you?”

“The seat cushioned my fall, I really am fine,” Tzuyu said as she dusted her robes off. She must have arrived early to have changed already. “Besides, it's nothing compared to your falls.” 

Quidditch. Of course, that’s why she’s noticed you. You were on the Slytherin team after all. That explains… everything. 

“Would you like me to help clean—”

“Oh no, not at all!” you jumped forward, took her hand and pulled her out into the hallway with you. “You’ve already saved me from a huge mess, thanks for that!” 

“L/N, stop flirting and help me!” Yeri screamed from somewhere down the hallway and you froze. As did Tzuyu, her widened eyes trained on your conjoined hands as she processed the words.

You could already imagine the havoc that mindless statement will wreak upon you. 

Students peered out from their cabins, attracted to the commotion like moths to a flame. Yeri lugged her suitcase behind her and left curious students in her wake. When everyone’s eyes landed on the pair of you, their jaws fell to the floor. And when their eyes landed on your hands holding Tzuyu’s, silence enveloped the coach.

“What’s wrong?” Yeri’s question broke the silence. 

The second you scrunched your eyes shut and pulled your shoulders to your ears, the noise erupted. Wolf whistles broke and all you could do was stare at Tzuyu awkwardly. You predicted this as soon as Yeri spoke, but hoped you would be wrong anyway. When the jeers continued, painfully highlighting the predicament you were in, you remembered you were still holding Tzuyu’s hand.

Amongst the yelling, there were also whispers. Now, both you and Tzuyu were no ordinary students. Both talented and well-known in your respective areas, and with recognition come rumours. There were a few titles you recognised; your positions and Tzuyu’s achievements. There were some nicknames you weren’t aware you held, some you’d never even heard of. And if the situation weren’t so strange, some of them would’ve made you proud. Yet, all those whispers could be boiled down to one simple explanation.

A Hufflepuff and a Slytherin. 

The contrast was the easiest to make. It also happened to be the most harmful difference. 

A distinct whining voice, somehow clear to your ears in the ongoing mess, made a comment. The voice was clear as crystal as if your ears were trained to pick up that voice. A tightness in your chest developed and you caught a flash of coldness in Tzuyu’s eyes. In an instant, Tzuyu yanked her hand away from yours as if burned. You were already searching for the owner of the voice, but instead, you found Yeri’s gaze. She had a determined look and shook her head before jutting her chin in Tzuyu’s direction.

Awful as the comment was, it had been said. The damage is done. 

Tzuyu is your main concern. 

But you weren’t sure what to do. 

You were clueless. 

So you just stared at her.

“Pack it up, people!” Yeri’s voice boomed down the hallway and startled Tzuyu. “And that's enough from you.” 

Yeri shoved a boy’s face back with the palm of her hand as she passed. He shrieked in indignation, though it was quickly silenced when Yeri shut the cabin door. 

“Yeah, yeah, we’ve heard it all before, you’ll destroy my life, I know,” she said, before clapping. “Enough, nothing to see here!”

Collective groans left the students as your best friend cleared out the chaos of her making. You finally drummed up the courage to check on Tzuyu, instead of heading for a fight first.

“Listen, I’m really sorry about—”

“It’s okay. I’m fine,” Tzuyu said in a clipped manner. Though it must've sounded unconvincing to her own ear because she repeated. “I’m fine. Really. It happens.” 

She shrugged and nodded to herself, it was an action you couldn’t really make sense of. 

Tzuyu stepped to your right, ready to leave. But she stopped, her eyes were on her clasped hands, contemplating something. Then she looked up at you. “Don’t do something stupid, Y/N.”

With that, Tzuyu took her leave. 

With a salty taste in your mouth, you watched her walk away. People shrank into their cabins as she passed, though Tzuyu paid them no mind. The comment—the insult—returned to you. The single word, a label that completely strips someone of their humanity. The word seemed to echo in your mind. Replayed in that irritating voice until all sound gave way to an incessant ringing. 

When someone placed their hand on your shoulder, your neck snapped to them.

“Easy, easy, it’s just me,” Yeri said, unflinching at your rigidity. All her enthusiasm from the platform was gone, instead, her eyes were dull, exhausted. She watched Tzuyu disappear into a cabin before she sighed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t—Nevermind, how is Tzuyu? Is she alright?”

You only shrugged before you turned with fists already tightened. A fist fight visualised in your mind. But Yeri placed a hand on your chest and held you back.

“Not here, not now,” Yeri said, her voice low and careful. Her eyes darted around as she said, “His cronies are all there in the cabin—”

“We can take them—” when Yeri pushed, forcing you to take a step backwards, you gave her a look. “We can’t let him get away with stuff like that, Yeri!”

“I know we can but what does that solve? What are you going to do? Punch him? Break his nose again? Beat him up until he’s bleeding? Okay, and then what?” Yeri asked, goading you. “What’s your plan here?” When you had no answer, she continued, “There are no consequences on this train. What do you think will happen when we get to Hogwarts? What happens when he enters with a bleeding nose and points his finger at you? Don’t you want to play this year?” 

“I told you I’m not playing this year,” Yeri rolled her eyes at that.

“We’re sixth years now, Y/N. And you, what you do, it reflects on the team. Reflects on Hwang Eunbi. Whether you’re playing or not!” The mention of your captain’s name stopped you in your tracks, you couldn’t look Yeri in the eye. “I took care of it for now and Tzuyu said she is fine, that’s it. And trust me, he’s going to do something stupid again and we’ll take care of him then, get him in real trouble. Now can we get settled in, please?” 

A moment passed, your stare still focused on the hallway. You could imagine his face, sneering as he spat vile things. The image alone was enough to provoke your ire, a feeling uncommon to you. When Yeri’s grip tightened on your shoulder, you exhaled. Your body deflated along with your breath. Finally, you turned your gaze to your best friend, she didn’t waver. A look of understanding passed and you nodded.

In complete silence, the two of you set up your luggage. It was easy, having spent years beside each other. You cleaned up your mess before making sure all the bags are safely placed. Your brooms and pet cages were also secured. All you had to do was change into your robes and pass out for the length of the train ride.

Outside, through the window, parents hugged their children goodbye. You observed them, taking mental notes of the people as you tried to find familiar faces. Yeri made herself comfortable opposite you and took up the entire seat to lie down. Unfortunately for her, she didn’t have the pleasure for too long. 

“Saved seats for us, did you?” Wooyoung said as he pushed back the cabin door. Behind him, San peered over and waved with his broom. “Now, scooch over.”

An elongated groan escaped Yeri. With a small jump, she made herself cosy once again, but at the expense of your comfort. This time, her head found purchase on your lap and once again her feet were on the seat. Though you didn't mind. Filled with an odd fascination, you watched Wooyoung and San settle in. Although the latter seemed a bit slower. 

Then the object of interest was placed by your feet.

“That's the newest model,” you said, mouth agape, almost in a daze. 

If anyone was going to parade around with the most recent Nimbus broomstick, it was Choi San. Not necessarily because he liked to boast, in fact, he did the opposite with how gently he treated the thing. Rather it was his parents' pride in their son that landed him such treasures. You couldn't say the same about your parents, they never valued your affinity for Quidditch. Of course, there was also the fact that he was stinking rich, the crème de la crème of purebloods. When you first met him, you expected the worst, and yet, Choi San was nothing but kind. 

On your lap, Yeri turned, her eyes never leaving the broom. Your body anticipated it before your mind processed it. 

Your best friend lunged forward just as you wrapped your hand around her body. San, expecting the same of his long-time friend, pulled his broom back. 

“Not happening,” San said with a knowing smile. You only chuckled as Yeri folded her arms like a petulant child. 

Soon the train left the platform, leaving teary-eyed parents behind as they watched their children depart. The sight made you smile, your parents only showed up the first time. Your friends chatted amongst themselves while your gaze was glued to the scenery. You let yourself get taken away by the rolling hills. 

Occasionally, new and old faces stopped by. Some looking for seats, some to greet you, and some to join you for a moment. Some of the younger witches were there only to fawn over Quidditch. Your best friend basked in the adoration, but you only wanted to sink into comfortable sleep.

“You think Eunbi is going to be okay?” San's voice filtered through, breaking you from your dreamlike state. When he noticed he caught your attention, he turned to you. "She's the head girl this year.”

That was no news to you. Ever since you laid eyes on Hwang Eunbi, you knew she'd be the head girl. Besides, she'd sent a letter a few weeks back. Her wording had seemed odd but Eunbi's words were often stilted. She could be unfamiliar with her own shrewdness. But you trusted her. This is why you didn't understand San's worry.

"She'll be fine," Wooyoung said, concluding your thoughts. His head was on San's lap as he fiddled with his yellow and black tie. "It's Hwang Eunbi." 

"I just feel like it's a lot of responsibility," San said, mindlessly playing with Wooyoung's hair. "She might be overwhelmed." 

Yeri didn't say anything, instead, she caught your gaze. 

Don’t you want to play this year?

Sighing, you let your eyes turn back to the scenery. Instead of the sport, something else took root in your mind. Your thoughts wandered back to her. 

Chou Tzuyu. 

A name etched into the back of your mind, much like the spells you learned in your first year at Hogwarts. The same name every teacher squealed with pride as she completed the charm first. Or every time students grumbled when she got another answer right. Or when Lee asks students to demonstrate the new transfiguration spell and she had it mastered already.

It was her name—Chou Tzuyu—whispered in classrooms and corridors, followed by the word 'muggleborn'. 

On its own, muggleborn was no insult, only a mere descriptor. Of course, this is laughable coming from you, someone who's never been in her shoes. Quite the opposite actually. Though harmless at the surface level, even you understood the insinuation behind the comment. 

You were worried about her. And you didn't know how to approach her about it. 

With a shake of your head, you let your eyes droop and allowed exhaustion to seep in. Wishing to be awakened only when you reach Hogwarts.

any feedback is much appreciated.

a/n: surprisingly my mind did not screech and yell when i wrote this,,,like i don't hate this and i hope you didn't hate it either :] and when will the second chapter come out ? who knows, definitely not me :D

taglist: @someone-who-likes-broccoli

send an ask to be added !

#mishaps gone right #mala's collection #sanccharine #tzuyu x reader #twice x reader #twice fluff #tzuyu fluff #jype twice #twice imagines #tzuyu imagines

[tzyuki]

[ 정원 ] OBLS ꒰ Y.JW x F!READER

011. plus zira | smau + written (593 wrds)

IN WHICH ?! — Years after filming a viral documentary in 8th grade, two former enemies get pulled back in front of cameras but for an idol reality show.

“Welcome to the second challenge! As you can see you guys have a pen, paper, and a photocard of one of your members.” Youngji explained as she pointed to the own set of supplies that was given to them.

“Unnie, show the camera which member you have.” Youngji turned to Yeri who was holding a photocard of Seulgi. “I have my Seulgi Unnie!”

“She’s so pretty.” Youngji gasped, “Let’s have everyone show the photocard they have! Let’s start with Kep1er!” The camera pointed towards Bahiyyih and Hikaru.

“We have our Xiaoting Unnie!” Hikaru held the card while Bahiyyih did finger hearts. The camera then moved to Stayc. “Next we have Stayc, our round one winners.”

“We have our leader Sumin.” Isa and Yoon both held the photocard with smiles on their faces. “Next up is P1harmony, I see a flash of red hair!”

“We have Theo!”

“Red hair is so cool, don���t you agree?” Yeri asked Youngji and she nodded her head. “Next up is TXT.”

“We have our Yeonjun Hyung and his pink hair!”

“Lastly we have Zira and Enhypen! Who do you guys have?”

“We have our Nagomi Unnie! She looks so pretty with her pretty blonde hair this comeback!” Y/n complimented Nagomi’s blonde hair.

“And we have our maknae Ni-ki from Manifesto: Day 1.” Heeseung and Jungwon lightly waved the photocard around.

“Wow-ah, everyone looked so good!”

“Now, you’re probably wondering what the letters are for! We want you guys to go hide your photo cards one by one— no peeking around too! after hiding it, come back out here and write letters to hint at who and where it’s at!”

“We also are going to hide our own photocard, whoever finds Seulgi-ssi will automatically get first place.”

“Let’s let Stayc go and hide it first!”

After all groups have hid and written their letters they all gave it to their mc's who folded it.

“Once you get your letter don’t open it just yet, we’ll count down and that’s when you can run inside and look for it!”

As the groups got their letters they all patiently waited for their time to go and run into the house.

“Okay, let’s play this fair and square.”

“1, 2, 3.”

Everyone ran into the house as they opened their letters, Y/n and Ash stood next to the couch and read their letter. Breakfast and checkered jacket.

Y/n could see Keeho and Intak standing next to them, and she quickly flashed the letter towards them. They had gotten P1harmony’s letter.

Keeho had signaled that it was in the cereal kitchen cabinet. The girls ran to the kitchen, kep1er was already in there.

Ash and Y/n were taking out all the cereal in the cabinet, they had finally found the photocard.

“Keeho, the mc letter hint says it’s a place to rest. Check the couch cushions, everyone’s going for the beds! I’ll see you outside.” Y/n smiled and did a salute pose. Everyone was upstairs fighting to find that mc card, forgetting that a couch was also a place to rest.

“Looks like Zira is in first place for now! Let’s see who’ll take their place finding the mc card.”

“And— woah! P1harmony has the mc card! They take first place and Zira takes second! It’s now down to see who’ll make it outside.”

“Last place has to clean everything up by the way!” Youngji stated, watching everyone quickly run down the stairs, they dreaded cleaning the house especially after the mess everyone made trying to find cards.

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EJ NOTE ; i hate the little read more glitch so for no i am making you guys scroll through the whole thing so soz for that 😭 ik it’s annoying and it’s a pain

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[ask-serendipity-sky]

People expect us to take a dating rumor with JK seriously when he is supposedly with a new woman every damn day? Really? I have said this already but let’s see list. From most talked about to least (this is hard):

1) Yubi

2) Nicole

3) blonde girl

4) Jeju girl

5) Han So-Hee (all because they were in LA at the same time and came back at the same time. People think she gone be in his music video representing his girlfriend. And people starting to ship them)

6) Lisa to I guess

7) Winter from Aespa (just because she sat in the same row as JK (next Nicole) at the Harry Styles concert and took the same exit)

Now onto some different ones

8) Rosè

9) Jennie (yes that Jennie)

10) Sana

11) Tzuyu

12) Yeri

13) IU

I’m probably missing a lot. Point is I’m supposed to take his dating rumor with Yubi seriously when they saying he dating Nicole? I was supposed to take his dating rumor with some blonde girl seriously when they were also saying he dating some girl he took to Jeju? These people gotta be doing some type of drugs and they need to quit.

Hi Anon 2,

The list by @milan1013 (hello, milan1013) is pretty good lol We are missing some recent ones, though:

-LV after party girl

-Coachella girl

-Older lady at Jennie's party that he hugged lol

-Denim Qatar girl

-Nayeon

Edit to add an anon tip:

-Random person who was standing on the street when Jungkook exited a restaurant

Lol

This is ridiculous! Does anyone remember more?

Thanks for sharing!

#jikook #kookmin #asks

[jihyoruri]

❨ .˳⁺⁎˚ ﹏ ꒰ఎ ★ ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳ . ❩. . ❁ the barbie

#✿! . . . group!- lesserafim(hybe labels-source music). | ex group! - iz*one

#✿! . . . birthday!- n/a.n/a.2001

#✿! . . . mtbi!- ESTP

#✿! . . . relationship status!- single

#✿! . . . family!- mom, older sister

#✿! . . . traits!- brutally honest, confident, intelligent, all about herself, emotionally unavailable

#✿! . . . close friends!- ningning (aespa), yeri (red velvet), chaemin (actor), yeji (Itzy), bibi (soloist)

#✿! . . . brand endorsements!- dior, chanel makeup, van cleef & arpels, jimmy choo, barbie

#✿! . . . movies & tv shows (acted in)!- sweet home (2020), all of us are dead (2022), 20th century girl (2022), the glory (2022 | young yeonjin), my demon

#✿! . . . fav artists!- ari, sza, kali uchis, jhené aiko, lana del ray, red velvet

#✿! . . . songs that describe her!- moonlight (ari), r.em (ari), love me harder ( ari & the weekend), be my baby (ari), rewind (wonder girls), anti romantic (txt), sabotage, high school sweethearts (melanie Martinez )

#✿! . . . fav movies!- mean girls, white chicks, D.E.B.S, clueless, legally blonde

#✿! . . . biggest dream!- to be one of the richest idols to exist

#✿! . . . most cherished possessions!- her pink Honda S2000, her pink electric guitar, her iz*one polaroids

#cib!yn #TWO MORE TO GO

[lovelaetter]

choose one:

thee it girl kim or hér.... (come on, i know u know who these two people are lol)

the truth anon is that i will k word myself in front of you-

i have to go with miss kim because the old ones know she is my true love (along with yeri and wonyoung) BUT it’s important to say no other blonde girl will ever top hér and you guys know i have a soft spot for blondies so…

#talks

[ceoxcb]

Yeri Update

I think blonde is my color. Maybe. For now at least. What do we think?

Tags: @urfantasylover @the-hellhounds @kavengers-assemble @dc-heroes-cb @onlyomega-cb @mechat-kpopcb @chungha-oc @universe-of-superm @incubusjk @domxbot @logan-oc-cb @dynamicshelter-cb @mysticidolsxcb @hoteldelluna-rp @kmxchaewon @multeez-cb @sana-foxy @rebel-markhyuck @urbtsboys @yanderexcb @vanilladaises-rp @domrachaa @theinvitation-bot @kingdom-of-dicentra @badbf-cb @clubwnderland @imcubus

#yeri🖤