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honorguk · 6 years

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what it’s like to date chan from stray kids (based on my assumptions)

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─ • OVERALL:

- soft and cuddly and constantly “annoying” you with hugs

- so much pda in private and around the members but barely anything on v-live (he’s still shy)

- always checking up on you and asking if everything is okay

- “do you like this place? do you like me doing this? are you happy if i-”

- “chris, for the hundredth time, yes.”

- he converts your style into all black, just like his (he didn’t even try, either)

- constant pick up lines because he is a dad

- flowers. teddy bears. the corny stuff.

- can’t wait to bring you home to meet his family and berry

- POUTS. A LOT. usually bc you aren’t willing to cuddle him and you have work to do

- doesn’t distract you from work or school. he understands that if you give him space then he should too, which he does naturally since he has such a workload on his back already

- speaking of work, he sure is a workaholic

- like literally everyday he just comes to the dorm or your place and just falls onto the bed, and it’s usually at 3-4 a.m.

- well, that’s what he wants to do. oftentimes he phones you because you can’t don’t want to fall asleep without him (and even though you tell him he doesn’t have to do that since he’s tired he always call you to hear your voice since there’s no better way to end his day than that)

- he’ll wait until you’ve fallen asleep or if you need to go to end the call. other than that he rarely ends it himself

- when you finally meet up he just holds you. constantly

- like you’re always on his lap or under his arm or just touching yk

- deep inside he’s scared to let go - what if you leave? though it’s silly to him, that’s the way he views it. and the numerous times you’ve said that you won’t only makes him hold you closer

- but yeah when you are on his lap, though, you’re usually resting your head on his shoulders or tracing shapes on his chest or both

- bringing takeout to the studio for him is a routine

- and lets you wear his chains and bracelets

- as much as you want to stay you get that he needs to be alone to focus better so after you bring him lunch you’d chat for a bit, possibly eat if he has the time, have a few kisses here and there and then go watch the other boys practice or somewhere else

- he’s so chill about you being friends with the members though like

- well yeah he does cuddle and touch you more around them but like obvs let him show off

- felix is jealous he’s found someone who speaks english lol (assuming that’s what you’ll speak with him)

- and chan, as much as he doesn’t want to admit it, gets jealous too (and it’s very obvious) just not with the members

- but man if he finds out your previous bias was someone that wasn’t chan, he’ll be (jokingly) on the look out

- after the day is done you’ll give him a massage <3 usually it was only after long days of work but now long days became ALL days instead

- his neck’s always so tense. that’s where you kiss him the most, too.

- true AuSSiE accent comes out when he rants. he’ll do it in korean too but the swearing is ONLY in english. “sounds more effective” according to him. huh.

- but still shy to swear around you. you keep calling him pure and he’s waiting to show you how little innocence he has (just..not yet)

- asks your opinion on songs. you’re always the first to listen hehe

- is your best friend, basically

─ • DATES YOU GO ON:

- honestly, to get away from his hectic life you’d usually take a stroll in the park or take a walk by a riverside or somewhere nice and calm to stray away from his endless thoughts

- probably end up at a coffee shop, too. sitting by the window you’ll chatter away or simply enjoy each other’s presence in calm. he’ll be holding your hand and tracing circles on the top of it

- he occasionally treats you to expensive dinner dates and as much as he wants to do that more often he really can’t

- and can’t in general he’s got such a workload

- but most of the time you’re either in some park or at home, chilling

- also a lot of cuddling on his stupid creaky bed. felix joins you, too, he’s like your pet at this point

─ • PET NAMES:

- will pout and whine ‘babyyyyyyyy’ while smothering you in a hug

- ‘babe’ ‘princess’ ‘honey’ ‘darling’ ‘baby girl’ literally anything bro

- will also think of cringe shit like ‘honey buns’ and ‘cinnammon apple\ because he saw it in a vine once

- you call him king, baby, babe, prince, pup (he dies at the last one it does something to him)

- instant cuddle mode if you call him pup like genuinely the sub comes out (just look at the gif below oh my days)

─ • WHILE ON TOUR:

- i honestly don’t think he’ll change much? like he continues with the pet names and calling you until you fall asleep

- just he’s more confident in the jokes and pick up lines he says since you can’t see him blush

- but he’ll also check the timezones and text you good morning and good night if he wasn’t able to call

- when you don’t call, he sends you messages on how his day went and you do the same so both of you know what’s going on

- will make lil videos and send to you as well uwu

- and the other members will interrupt your calls, especially 3racha and hyunjin

- and they keep teasing you allllll the tiiiimeeeeee (but you love it, obviously, hehe)

─ • ARGUING/MAKING UP:

- as calm and collected and cool and chill as chris may seem he can and will snap.

- he tries not to, believe me, but little things tick him off, especially after a long day at work

- “oh my god y/n/ can you please...just...” he’ll begin but trail off when he realizes he sounds mean, then groans and rubs his temples

- like maybe you put his folded laundry in a different space than usual or toasted the wrong bread and yes its silly but thats what the sparks it

- will bite his tongue and the inside of his cheeks to stop himself

- like that’s the worst feeling tho - when u make him mad (even though he’s undeniably hot)

- he isn’t mad, he’s disappointed. at you if it’s evidently your fault, and at himself if its anything else. he wants to seem strong and collected but he sometimes can’t help but get ticked off

- he gets quiet, usually leans onto something/his arm onto the table or wall with his head slightly hanging down, thinking

- if its too much pressure he’ll leave, more for his own sake than anything else

- doesn’t like going to bed angry but will if he needs to prove a point. he believes the morning is clearer than night

- will never kick you out or tell you to ‘fuck off’. ever. that’s a different type of low for him

- you both end up talking it through, but it takes a little bit for him to go back to how things were before the argument, or rather how HE was

- does take a walk to clear his head or goes to the studio to let it out if its serious

─ • NSFW:

- pretty vanilla in practice, but in theory...this guy’s head is everywhere. he wants to try everything

- takes control. a natural leader. usually a soft dom

- probs expect a comforting hand around/next to your neck, on your shoulder, or holding onto your own

- likes looking at your face but very much likes your ass so a lot of position switches throughout

- can definitely go rough, and sometimes prefers it, especially when you’re a moaning mess and hiding your crying face in the pillows as he’s pounding into you from behind and causing bruises to form on your hips

- barely speaks, but if he knows you like dirty talk he’ll have a few lines in store

- voice gets croaky and husky, will chuckle and smirk a lot

- buys you pretty lingerie and hopes you wear it, especially under his big shirt or hoodie

- has a thing for you in his clothes and chains, if that’s not obvious heheh

- will say i love you before, during, and after constantly. because he does, and you do too.

- the cutest baths and aftercare, and a lot of pillow talk and cuddling as you fall asleep. he’ll be stroking your hair, whispering sweet nothings as you fall asleep

- or it will be the other way around if he subbed that time, which is pretty often considering he’s tired and just wants someone to take control

- he’s so into being cuffed up and you taking control, not letting him touch you as he whimpers

- “be quiet pup” “did i say you can touch me?”

- leash him up please

- scratch him and mark him when he’s being subby it’s all he wants

- a lot of praise but throw in some degradation as well. he’ll do whatever you want omg

- but either way there are always safe words that you remind each other of, and a lot of care and love throughout <3

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askharryhook · 7 years

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Promise [One-Shot]

Anon Said: Can you write a jealous harry one shot?

OOC Notes: So this prompt was not specific so I made it Huma (obviously lol) and post-coming to Auradon. It ends kinda abruptly because the ending I wrote felt irrelevant lol. Harry and I are still getting used to working together so we hope this is good enough! Warnings for very minor swearing.

Though he’d always jokingly called it Bore-adon, Auradon was far less boring than Harry had ever imagined. A full month after Ben had accepted more villain kids from the Isle and Harry was still finding new places to explore, new shops to nick cool trinkets from, and the hero kids didn’t seem to hate him yet.

As much as he loved the attention, it could be incredibly overwhelming to be constantly surrounded by strangers asking to hear about his frankly terrible childhood, even if it was “exciting”. Back on the Isle, feeling overwhelmed was rare, and if he ever did, Uma immediately put his mind at ease, reminding him about everyone he had to take care of, herself included.

Here in Auradon however, he didn’t have the same responsibilities and he wasn’t the only one getting the attention. It was growing increasingly difficult to talk to Uma when the puppy-eyed boys were drooling over her. Today it was especially bad, as she’d allowed Gil to fix her hair in public and suddenly every boy within earshot wanted to help.

Harry stood a considerable distance away from the trail of boys crowding her locker. He leaned casually against the wall, waiting with an indifferent expression, though he wanted nothing more than to carve permanent frowns into their smiling faces. He wouldn’t touch them (Uma would murder him if he got himself kicked back to the Isle), but the urge to do something was too strong to stay still and wait for her today and he stormed over.

Even without his hat, Harry was taller than most of the other boys, and it was easy to shoulder them away when Uma started to snap at them.

“You heard the lady.” He sneered when she told a plump-faced dwarf son to fuck off. He towered over the kid, slammed his hook against the lockers and sent the terrified pup cowering down the hall. The rest of the boys backed up a considerable number of steps, looking at him warily.

“Thanks, Harry.” Uma sighed, placing a firm pat on his chest as she finished pulling her books out of her locker, “Those little rats were going to make me late.”

“Uh, actually…” Harry swallowed, reaching for her hand as she turned to head to her next class. If it had been anyone else, even Gil, she would have punched them clean in the nose for touching her without permission, but Harry knew this was the only way to tell her what he needed, “I was hoping we could go for a walk.”

Her fingers gave his a squeeze, her eyes avoiding his own, “I can’t right now, Harry. But I’ll see to you later, okay? We’ll do something fun. Promise.”

‘Promise’ was something the three of them had started when they realized how badly AP had split up their schedules, sending them all to different parts of the school at different times so they were barely together during weekdays. They’d promise to do something together together when one of them needed it.

Harry held onto that promise while he elected to stay in his room the rest of the day, half-buried under the mountain of blankets the school provided and earbuds shoved so far in his ears he could feel the music penetrating his brain.

It wasn’t until the door to his dorm was slammed violently that Harry realized he’d dozed off. He jolted awake, ripping the headphones from his ears and nearly knocking his head on top bunk of the bed. He’d done that one too many times already.

Standing carefully, his face fell when he realized it wasn’t Uma who had come to talk, it was Gil, a giant grin spread across his face and his bookbag hanging wildly off one shoulder,

“Good morning!” He shouted unironically, “We were wondering where you were all day.”

“Where is Uma?” Harry rubbed his right eye with a knuckle, smudging his eyeliner slightly before he checked his pocket watch. Sure enough, school was over for the afternoon and Uma should be free for their peptalk.

“Uhh...I think I saw her out in the garden with Ben.” Gil said, rubbing his chin cluelessly.

“Move you oaf!” Harry growled, shoving his room mate aside to get to the door. Uma with Ben? Of all the stupid, rich boys in this school, that bloody prick of a king was the one she wanted to pay attention to? Flashbacks of their sword fight played in his mind, reminding him of how he’d let the king outsmart him and get away.

Not this time.

There must have been a look of murder in his eyes as the gaggle of hero kids that always gathered in the dorm hall split straight down the center when Harry stormed through, staring at him out of the corner of their eyes. He reached the main door of the building just in time for Uma and Ben to arrive at the bottom of the stairs.

Ben had one hand resting on her shoulder, and she was...laughing. Not at him, like usual, but WITH him. Harry felt his stomach turn at the sight, especially when she turned to give him a half-hug.

“Uma!” He shouted, startling her and everyone else in the area. He swooped down the stairs faster than they could break apart, ignoring Ben’s cheerful greeting.

“What are you doing?” Uma asked, confused and irritated as Harry shoved his way between them, making the king stagger backward, “Harry! Chill!”

Immediately her hand sought his, pulling him toward her and away from Ben; though he knew she was breaking up the inevitable fight he’d pick, Harry let her anyway. Her concerned albeit stern touch and proximity was all he needed to clear his head.

“Come with me.” Uma hissed, dragging him by the hand around the side of the building, out of view of the kids who had all stared at the confrontation, “What the HELL was that? Are you TRYING to get us expelled?”

“You promised to see me after school!”

“You’re really trying to start a fight because I’m not giving you enough attention?” When she put it that way, Harry’s actions did sound childish, and he looked at the ground in shame. Why was he being so aggressive? Uma tore her hand out of his and grabbed the collar of his jacket instead, pulling him down to her height, “Boy if we were back on the Isle I’d wring your neck. Just because we’re not on a ship anymore doesn’t mean I’m not still your Captain. I promised, and I’ll keep that promise, you got that?”

“Aye, Captain…” Harry muttered when she released him. She stormed away without so much a goodbye.

Well she didn’t quite keep that promise, as neither Harry nor Gil saw her for the rest of the night. She was missing the following morning too, and Harry skipped his first block of classes to wait on a bench near her locker. He hadn’t been able to sleep since their fight; usually he found her frustration and dominance to be amusing and, frankly, attractive, but it hadn’t been directed at Harry in years. Even when she was mad at him, she was always more lenient and caring than hostile. He must’ve fucked up real bad this time, and he needed to apologize, something he learned to do in the “Goodness” class that was mandatory for all VKs.

The bell for lunch chimed gracefully through the halls and still, Uma hadn’t come to her locker. Either she was sick or she was trying really hard to avoid him. Harry discovered it was the latter when he joined Gil in the Mess Hall. She wasn’t sitting with them today; instead, she could be found at Ben’s table, in what was usually Mal’s place. They were facing each other, and she was laughing again, touching his arm with a flirty look in her eyes.

“What the hell’s she doing?” Harry grumbled to Gil, who was paying attention to nothing except his tray filled with bite-sized egg salad sandwiches. As he asked the question, Uma’s eyes slid over to their table. She locked gazes with him, winked, then returned to flirting, no doubt just to spite him. Mustard from his burger smattered the table as he squashed the food in his hands, his stomach boiling.

“Harry?” Gil mumbled, spitting chunks of egg everywhere.

Harry was already on his feet, storming over to Uma, who met him halfway to the table. Without a word, she grabbed his collar, yanked him into the nearest hallway, and shoved him against the wall. He didn’t have time to confront her, or ask her what the hell she was doing with Ben before her lips were crashing into his.

Harry froze against her kiss; it wasn’t like they’d never kissed before, but it was usually alone, when they were alone after a fight or particularly rough day. This was...different. Not as aggressive or fiery, but still so distinctly Uma that Harry melted into her, kissing her in return.

“You need to calm down.” She whispered in his ear when they broke apart, gasping for air, “I’m trying to get close to Ben so I can convince him to drop the barrier.” Harry swallowed, his brain still fuzzy from the kiss.

“Oh..” Was all he managed to get out and Uma rolled her eyes,

“You really thought I was into him, huh?”

“Well...he is a king.”

“I’ve found he responds better to emotional manipulation. Besides, you know I love you.” She elbowed his ribs playfully before they both froze, realizing what she’d just said. That word was all but outlawed on the Isle; it was censored from history texts and not even mothers dared say it to their children.

“I...love you too.” He stuttered. It looked like Auradon was rubbing off on both of them.

“Promise?�� Uma asked innocently, playing with his hook instead of meeting his eyes.

“Yeah. Promise.” His heart leaped in his chest, threatening to rip it’s way out.

“Good. You’d better not break that.” She teased shoving him back into the Mess Hall with her usual smirk.

#huma #harry hook #harry x uma #huma fic #one shot #request #this is only 30 minutes late im proud of myself

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