written by: 🥺
[12:08] being prince!hyunjin's tutor wasn't the easiest job in the world, unlike you had expected it to be. after all, he was part of the royal family, raised to be polite, well-rounded and a suitable heir—and that's exactly how you assumed the young prince would act.
but that definitely wasn't the case. hyunjin was just so annoying. sweet and kind, no doubt, but annoying. he had no desire to learn, instead preferring to spend his days frolocking outside in the castle gardens or, if allowed, taking a carriage through the village just to "see how his people were doing", as he had commented once. whilst you could understand that being cooped up in a castle with the weight of a future kingdom on his shoulders was bound to ebb away at his motivation, it definitely didn't make your job any easier.
you leaned against the pillows of his bed whilst you waited for him, reading a book you had read a thousand times before. it was one that hyunjin was supposed to read too, but he'd barely registered five words before he started whining that he wanted you to do it instead. granted, it was very interesting, and in the time it had taken you to get through half the book with hyunjin (he kept losing interest at random points and requesting that you restart the chapter) you had already memorised every line of dialogue, every twist and turn—so much so that you could probably perform it to hyunjin but, of course, you would never dare embarrass yourself like that.
it wasn't until the bed sunk beneath you suddenly that you realised that hyunjin had entered the room. you'd been so swept up in the main character's inner conflict that you'd barely noticed. he groaned, "jousting is the worst."
"why is that?" you asked, not bothering to look up from the book, but still unable to concentrate on whatever the main character was now thinking. something about her conflicting adoration and hatred for the love interest, you guessed.
"because the horse doesn't listen to me, and when you fall off you fall straight into mud. not to mention i keep dropping the-"
the horse doesn't listen to me. his words echoed in your brain for a few seconds as you tried to distinguish between what he had said and what you were reading. straight into the mud—
"hyunjin!" you interrupted his tale, throwing your book to the side and ushering him off the bed.
your sudden realisation was correct; the dirty armour he was wearing - which went unnoticed by you before - had stained massive patches of mud on his white sheets. you turned back to him. "the maids are going to kill me for letting you do this." you pointed a finger at his armoured chest. "then they're going to come for you."
hyunjin laughed and folded his arms across his chest. "why do you always treat me as though i am a child?"
you rolled your eyes and moved over to the bed, beginning to strip the sheets and get them washed before the stains were irreversible. "because you are a child."
"yes, but so are you. you are only a year older than me, may i remind you."
"a year older and your tutor," you replied. "i have the responsibility of looking after you and teaching you, therefore i have authority and you must respect me."
you heard a clatter as he dropped something to the floor, followed by a clash of metal. "and i will be your king in little time."
"yes, well, you're not just yet."
the dirty sheets were now a bundle which you scooped up into your arms. just as you turned to make your way over to the laundry basket, hyunjin stepped in your way. he'd shed himself of his armour and now wore a loose white shirt and black trousers.
"you're my tutor, and thus you serve me."
you tried to ignore how close the two of you stood, but it was difficult when you now could see the tiny specks of dirt on his skin and the mole beneath his eye that you'd never noticed before. he seemed like the only person who could be caked in multiple layers of dirt and grime and somehow pull it off.
"and you're insufferable."
"that's no way to speak to the person you serve."
"i'm not serving you right now," you said and thrust the pile of sheets into his arms. "do your laundry yourself. i think it's a skill that the future king should have," you added.
there was a quirk in his lips. for a second, you thought he was going to argue back. your prediction was immediately disproved when he pivoted, crossed the room and dropped the sheets into the laundry basket.
he faced you, smiling this time. "good enough for a future king?"
"good enough for a peasant boy," you said, half words and half scoff. "now you have to actually wash your laundry, not just get other people to do it for you."
he wrinkled his nose disapprovingly. "i'd rather learn to cook."
"that can be arranged. i'll take you down to the kitchen and ask the chef to teach you how to make a soufflé."
"a what?"
"dear god."
you nudged his shoulder with yours as you passed him and lead him in the direction of the kitchen. his reading would have to be discarded, but you supposed that was okay if it was in favour of teaching him life skills.
being hyunjin's tutor would never be easy but, luckily for you, you liked a challenge.
this account has been dead for ages but i am reviving it to say I GOT TICKETS TO SKZ IN HYDE PARK!!!!!! IM SEEING THE BOYS LESGOOOOOOOOO
AHHHH I got to work on a dream project, making some art for this Stray Kids easter egg!! If you search Stray Kids in Google and click the compass, you can play around with it!
I had SO MUCH FUN, even though I had only about 2 weeks to finish everything. I was working on this when the new album came out, and had the best time listening to it and dragging around lil skzoos. I hope people notice the little things like quokka cheek squish!!
just wanted to say thank you for writing my request 🥺 i really enjoyed and loved it ❤️✨
glad you enjoyed it!! thank you sm for requesting, have a lovely day/ night 🥺🥺💕💕
written by: 🥺
genre: little bit of angst, mostly fluff
warning(s): swearing, smoking/ vaping, mentions of alcohol
summary: skater!jisung is sickeningly sweet. he tastes it, too.
[1:26]
Clouds of steam swirl through the night air, obscured by streams of tangerine light from a nearby lamppost. It smells of something like candy-floss or bubblegum, though you can't tell which. There's not much difference between the two--they're both sickeningly sweet, causing you to scrunch your nose up at the smell. You really should be used to it by now, but for whatever reason, that's not the case.
"Don't listen to Jongmin. Half the time he's drunk, the other half he's high. Don't take anything he says seriously."
You chuckle humourlessly. "That's no different from you. I still take what you say seriously."
"Hey, I'm trying my best," Jisung exclaims in an accusatory tone. He lifts his hand and jabs his vape in your direction, "And I know for a fact that you don't take anything I say seriously."
"Well... Yeah, you're right."
You lean back on your hands. Cold concrete numbs your skin and you wince, but don't move away. Instead, you shiver and tug Jisung's leather jacket closer to your body.
"He's a dick. A massive one. I'll give him a piece of my mind next time I see him."
"You don't have to do that."
Jisung takes a long drag of his vape, holds it in for a few seconds then blows it out in a large puff. "I will. You call my best friend a-"
"Jisung."
"Right. Sorry," he says and clears his throat. "Say what he said, you deal with me."
You successfully suppress a laugh, but its not easy. You're grateful that Jisung is protective of you, but where he excels in toughness and trash-talk, he lacks in stature and physical capability.
"Thanks a lot, Sung."
"No problem."
You glance at Jisung. His skin glows and eyes sparkle in the warm, overhead light. A circle of light surrounds his messy, blonde hair like a halo, but you think he's the furthest from an angel that could ever be.
Jisung turns to you suddenly, those doe eyes gazing at you and you suddenly feel naked.
Vulnerable.
"You wanna see some tricks? I've been working on a few lately."
You simply nod. You watch Jisung grab his skateboard from where it lays at his feet and push himself off of the brick wall. With one swift movement he's skating down the ramp and up another. He stops at the peak, then jumps a little, twists around mid-air and skates back down.
He returns to you with a proud smile and, yeah, now you can see why he's so often mistaken for an angel--if you ignore the cuts littering his face, leather clinging to his skin and alcohol on his breath.
"Come on."
You stare at Jisung's outstretched hand and blink. "What?"
Jisung doesn't let you finish. Soon enough, you find yourself tumbling off the wall and into Jisung's arms. Your converse smack against the pavement and you almost crumple to the floor, but Jisung holds you up.
"Let me teach you."
"Jisung, I can't-"
But your words are of no use. Now clasping your hand, Jisung drags you to the flat section of the skatepark. He lets go to place his skateboard on the floor, then holds both hands out, palms facing up.
You make a face. "What do you want me to do?"
Jisung thrusts his hands in your direction. "Get on the skateboard. Hold my hands, you'll be alright."
"You won't let me fall?"
He draws a cross over his chest then extends his hands again. "Cross my heart."
You exhale a shaky breath; the puff of air forms clouds that eventually fade out, imitating Jisung's previous actions like an eager, younger sibling that can never quite live up to their older sibling's standard.
You step onto the skateboard. It rolls to the side a bit and you gasp in fear, but Jisung is quick to grab your elbows and, wow, you're a lot closer like this, so much so that you can smell the mint gum and candy-floss (or bubblegum) on his breath.
With a reassuring smile, Jisung begins to guide you, urging you to tilt your body to the side and reposition your feet. He pulls you gently to the left, directing you on when to place your foot down and the exact pressure to use when you push yourself forward.
"You're good at this," Jisung proclaims, but you can't tell if he's being truthful or not. "Ready for me to let go?"
"Oh god, please no."
Jisung chuckles and his fingers dig into your skin. "Alright then."
You expect Jisung to pull you along again, to repeat his previous instructions and praise you for doing the bare minimum once more. But when you look up, Jisung is frozen. His eyes sparkle like he's stored the galaxy in them, and you don't think you've ever seen Jisung like this, let alone so close. He's full to the brim with a strange sort of emotion that you can't entirely place but-
Oh.
You notice Jisung's eyes flicker down to your lips. Only for a brief second, but you see it all the same. You recognise the emotion now—it's impossible not to. You've seen Jisung kiss people before, have sat bitterly in the corner of a house party as Jisung made out with whatever guy or girl he could find, so you know that look: it's lust. Or, perhaps, love. You can't tell, only hope.
But you recognise want. Need. And maybe you really need this too.
"Can I kiss you?"
It'd be a big fat lie to say that Jisung isn't an abrupt person, so it's really no surprise that he's the one who makes the first move. But if anything, you expected Jisung to just kiss you without asking. Instead, he requests permission gently, and the lust is still discernible, but it's softer than you have ever seen it.
You nod wordlessly. Jisung doesn't move so, now desperate for Lord knows what, you say, "Kiss me."
You hate how needy you sound, but Jisung doesn't seem to notice. The air around you is so cold, but Jisung is warm. Cold lips against warm lips, cold skin against warm skin, cold breath against warm breath.
When Jisung slips his tongue into your mouth you can tell that, yeah, it's definitely candy-floss.
And it's sickeningly sweet, but that's alright. Because when Jisung finally pulls away and confesses that he loves you, you realise that, despite his tough image, he is sickeningly sweet too.
Jisung: I’ll never talk!
Changbin: [sharpens knife] We have ways of making people talk.
[cuts piece of cake and shares a slice with Chan]
Jisung: Can I have some?
Chan: Cake is for talkers.
written by: 🥺
[14:04] your last class of the day was just about to start when yang jeongin, your seat mate, leaned over and tapped you on the shoulder, asking if he could copy your homework. again.
sighing, you retrieved your homework out of your bag and placed it in front of him. "don't make it look too obvious."
"i never do. you know that i'm a master of disguise, y/n."
"yeah, sure," you retaliated. "changing the order of a couple of words in a sentence doesn't make it less obvious that you copied."
he squinted and stuck his tongue out at you.
"i better get a reward for this," you grumbled.
at the end of the class, you were just walking out of the door when someone grabbed your bag, holding you back. you turned to face jeongin. he stared at you blankly, to which you gave a expectant nod.
"yes?"
"why are you leaving?"
you paused. what was wrong with this kid? "because it's the end of the day and i want to go home," you replied, matter-of-factly. "why? do you sleep on the desks overnight?"
"no! and i know, i just thought you might want your reward." a moment of silence as you blinked in confusion. "you know, for helping me."
"oh, okay. go ahead."
you held out your hands to him, expecting sweet treats, or money, or something of the likes to be placed generously in your palms.
you received nothing of the sort.
instead, a warm hand grasped your own, and before you could react, jeongin began pulling you through of the school.
"hey, what are you doing?"
he didn't answer, only dragged you through the corridors and out of the front gates. he only stopped when you planted your feet into the ground, stopping him from walking. defiantly, you untangled your hands. "jeongin, what the hell is going on?"
"i want to give you your reward."
"and my reward is being kidnapped?"
"no," he chuckled, eyes smiling with him and making your heart beat a lot faster than it should've. "i'm gonna take you out to get boba. there's a new shop near the park so we can go there."
you felt all of the breath leave your lungs at his words. you had expected a bar of chocolate at most for your help, not something like this.
"like...a date," you asked, except it sounded like more of a statement. you regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth, but jeongin nodded—much to your surprise.
"like a date," he confirmed. smiling, he held his hand out to you. "you coming?"
written by: 🥺
genre: fluff
pairings: yoo jeongyeon x reader
warnings: mild swearing
summary: admittedly, it wasn't the best idea to go camping during one of the coldest months of the year, but with the warmth of your girlfriend jeongyeon, a mistake can be easily corrected.
thanks to @peachyeva for requesting this!!
“this was such a bad idea,” you whisper to yourself, except the words barely leave your numb lips, so it sounds more like a set of incomprehensible syllables.
you’re too cold to care anyway. despite the plethora of blankets wrapped around you and multiple layers of clothing - including jeongyeon’s thick purple hoodie which she so kindly gave up to you - your teeth still chatter uncontrollably. goosebumps rise on your frigid skin, and you can barely feel your fingers as you clutch a steaming mug of tea to your chest.
the tent zips open and jeongyeon’s face pokes in, cheeks and nose flushed red. she shuts the tent behind you as a final line of defence against the unrelenting autumn wind then plops down on the end of the blow-up mattress.
you spot the bowl of marshmallows in her hand and open your mouth to speak, but she holds her hand up in dismissal before any more muffled syllables can escape your lips.
“i know what you’re going to say. don’t even bother.”
“how did you know what i was going to say?” you question whilst she shuffles across the mattress until she’s laying next to you.
she smirks. “i’m telepathic. now open up.”
you grimace, but jeongyeon picks a pink marshmallow out of the bowl and waves it in front of your lips. with a roll of your eyes, you reluctantly open your mouth and allow her to slip the treat in.
“you didn’t have to, jeongyeon,” you say, words now softened by the food rather than the lack of feeling in your lips. the marshmallow is warm and sweet, allowing a new warmth to bloom in your chest.
jeongyeon groans, “i told you not to bother.” there’s a brief silence as she chews her own marshmallow. “what’s the point in going camping if you don’t get to eat roasted marshmallows?”
“what’s the point of going camping if it’s freezing cold?”
she shrugs, and you take it as a win. you don’t get long to revel in your victory before she stuffs another marshmallow into your mouth, perhaps to shut you up, but that’s okay. you eat and drink in silence, listening to the wind howling outside, just a thin material (and many fluffy blankets) away from battering you with its’ strength.
jeongyeon places the bowl down on the floor when you’re done. she wastes no time in wrapping herself around you, head nuzzled into your neck. her soft breaths tickle your skin, but in a calming sort of way, and you allow your eyes to flutter shut.
“okay, i’ll admit it,” she says after a brief silence, “this was not one of my better ideas.”
“yeah, because you’re notorious for your good ideas. remember when you were convinced that feeding the seagulls one french fry each would get them to leave us alone?”
“don’t remind me. i still hear squawks and flapping wings in my nightmares sometimes,” she whines.
you erupt into a fit of giggles at this. jeongyeon only pouts and exclaims, “i can’t believe you’re laughing at my misfortune!”
“i would’ve laughed when it happened if i wasn’t being chased by ravenous birds. why am i always swept up in your mistakes?”
jeongyeon pouts for real this time. you can’t help but feel bad, and quickly roll onto your side so you can caress her face. “i’m actually quite enjoying this, though.”
“really?”
“yeah, i enjoy being cold. it means i have an excuse to cuddle up to you.”
jeongyeon grins, cheeks blushing even darker than they already were. “you can cuddle up to me whenever.”
“i know, baby.” you lean forward and plant a gentle kiss on her lips. “moral of the story: don’t let jeongyeon make decisions.”
“unless they involve cuddling.”
“yeah, unless they involve cuddling.”
hello! i saw that requests were open so i got excited. may i request a soft drabble w/ jk where he is stressed and f! reader just cuddles him in bed and places kisses all over him while he finishes crying but is eventually happy in reader’s arms and falls asleep? thank you <3!
of course!! that sounds so cute and i'll make sure to get on it!! 🥰🥰
hey ya’ll, peachy here.
i’ve decided that i’m gonna open my inbox for requests bc i’m not sure what i wanna post on here since my motivation to write all the WiPs i have is supremely low, so i figured i’d actually write stuff that other people want.
but i gotta lay down a few rules before i do:
1) i do not write smut and i will not write smut. i’m sorry, but it’s just not something i’m good at - not to mention i don’t feel great about imagining the sex lives of real or fictional people. it’s just kinda icky.
2) i don’t write alpha, beta, omega, whatever wolf-pack kinda stuff. i joke about catboys all the time, but i’m not up for actually writing about it.
3) if you want me to write the reader as being male or female specifically, u gotta let me know. otherwise imma just do it gender neutral and it might not be as satisfying for u as the person who requested it.
4) i’m not open to writing character x character, unless they’re fictional then it’s fine. although, i won’t write incest, even if they’re fictional or adopted siblings.
5) i’m okay with writing about sensitive subjects like mental illness (depression, anxiety, etc) and prejudice (sexism, discrimination, etc) but if you’ve requested certain things that i don’t think i can write, i just won’t write it or i’ll private message you so we can alter it together and i’ll write something different.
okay, so now all the boring and important stuff is out of the way let’s look at the fun stuff!!
• imagines/drabbles
• headcanons
• blurbs
• marvel cinematic universe - specifically bucky barnes, steve rogers, peter parker, pietro maximoff, thor, loki, jack thompson, daniel sousa, young howard stark (from agent carter).
• dc universe - dick grayson (from titans) and gar logan (from titans).
• the umbrella academy - specifically diego hargreeves.
• peaky blinders - specifically thomas shelby and alfie solomons.
• star wars - specifically kylo ren/ben solo, poe dameron, and finn.
• adam driver cinematic universe - specifically kylo ren, ben solo, flip zimmerman, and charlie barber.
• the originals - specifically klaus mikaelson.
• brooklyn 99 - specifically rosa diaz.
• bts
• stray kids
• twice
• nct
• red velvet
if u want me to write anything, u can send me a private message or send an ask to my inbox.
thank youuu (๑╹ω╹๑ )
hi guys!! one half of two-racha here. my name is eva, i’m one of the admins of the account. as hattie’s already mentioned, she and i share the account because we’re both really passionate about writing and love to write together. here is myyyyyy intro:
eva—
emoji: 🐝 (so u know who’s posting)
pronouns: she/her
age: 17
things that make me happy: reading, stray kids, tea + scones, being the sexiest person in the world, marvel movies, writing, nature, boobies (women 🏳️🌈) and feminism.
she/her • 20 • "you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid" ➸ skz to me, probably
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