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soft-boi-eli · 3 years

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Hello Hello!

I just wanted to say I love your fics!

ALSO!

Could I request a CC!SBI X Gn! Insomniac Reader! Where the reader is an insomniac (Obviously-) but is somehow a pro at MC!

Like they are basically god at the game! They also REALLY enjoy horror games! They don’t get scared easily and LOVE horror movies! They basically love anything horror/creepy-

ANYWAYS!!

The reader lives off of ramen and Monster energy drinks (For fun-)! They have a Twitch (Which has about 18 mil followers and 14 mil subs!) and a YouTube channel (Which has 20 mil followers!)

They mainly play horror games (Obviously-) and MC!

You can do headcanons or scenarios/images with the SBI! Maybe like playing a horror game together or MC? OR! Maybe some things they do together? Or when they meet up? Or-to many ideas Nightmare-

ANYWAYS!

I don’t really care! And don’t worry about taking too long on it!

ALSO!

Maybe we could be friends? Only if you want too!

Remember to eat, drink, and get enough sleep!

Yes. I lovesthese ideas and I'm gonna choose headcannons due to they are a bit easierfor me to write.

And yes I'm perfectly fine with being your friend! I'm actually happy to make friends on this app so yeah!

Pronouns:nonbinary

Tw: cussing. Insomia, mentions of horror movies. Mention of horror games. Fluff.

SBI with a horror streamer friend head cannons.

*Ahem* tommy wanted to paly a game with you so you choose a game that didn't look like horror until the middle. He screamed at the jump scare and it made both of your chats so happy.

When phil decides to play with you there is literally a silence after a jump scare. Everyone thought he had a heart attack and honestly so did you until he spoke up about accidently hitting his mute button when he jumped.

Wilbur. He's a bit better then tommy but more scared then phil would be. Any little noise won't get him but when it starts to get noticeable the noiseless to him. The jump scare, he'd fall out of his seat and stay on the ground for a bit. You ask if he's good and he literally doesn't answer. He's dead. You killed him. Congrats.

Techno. He'd handle them a bit better then everyone else. Not as good as you but heisnt very paranoid. He literally runs at the noises trying to get jumpscared. While you run after him telling him to stop because if he doesn't then you'd lose and die. And technoblade never dies.

If you all play together both tommy and wilbur pussy out. Techno last the longest and phil the second longest. While you remain the ruler of horror games.

Now how you all met was dream invited you to the dream smp to add to the chaos. Needless to say it got extremely chaotic due to you being on almost 24 hours. You first ran into techno. He seemed confused and skeptical.

You both found eachothers love for potatoes. You set up camp quote close to techno but not too close.

Phil popped in when he needed something for a build and noticed a new name. Talked to you in chat and asked to join your VC. You both found each other talking for a bit.

Wilbur was next. Wilbur got curious over the new person and just hoppedinto the same VC as you techno and phil. He was quick to realize that you were a famous youtuber. Mainly for your horror videos and your extreme Parkcore skills.

In minecraft that is.

Tommy noticing that all of you were in the same VC joined in with shouting. He was low key jealous that everyone was obsessed with you. Then he saw why.

You literally cracked jokes at his shouting.

"Is that an angry pomeranian? Nah nah. It's an angry child. Even better an angry blonde!" - you.

He was shocked and immediately started joking and laughing with you. He wasn't fully angry for long.

Now about your diet. When they heard that you had only eaten ramen and drank angry drinks they were concerned. You lived quite close to techno so when you guys met up he was shocked that you looked as healthy as you did.

He hated the fact that you literally didn't eat anything else.

You told him occasionally you have something other then ramen but you were just too lazy to really cook anything and that you didn't feel like burning the house down.

One month phil, tommy, wilbur, and techno decided to organize a month long sleep over so that they could celebrate your birthday. Phil being quote the father figure cooked different, but easy dinners every night just so you didn't eat only ramen that day.

When they actually arrived though you got a text from Phil asking about your address in your dms. Not think much of it you just sent him your location.

You were going to take a small nap. Just to bost your energy before you went and streamed later that night.

As you were sleeping there was a car heading to your house.

Phil, wilbur, tommy, and techno were all just existing in the car. And when they arrived to your house they didn't expect to actually see a clean house.

You woke to a loud knock.

When you opened the door in your half dazed state you expected a package. But to see four people standing on your porch.

You nearly jumped out of your skin.

You were stuck there blinking at them.

Finally snapping out of it you let them in. Confused on why in the ever loving fuck they were here.

Phil explained they were here to celebrate your 21st birthday and they were here for a month.

You stared at them for a while. Confused on what to do since you haven't had people over in almost 2 years.

But you got use to it.

So when you got done streaming and smelled something other then ramen you were thrown off guard. Like what was that. I haven't smelled that in years.

But after the second day you got use to it too.

For your birthday phil literally made a feast.

Like he found your favorite food other then ramen and cooked it. With that he prepared everything you could dream of.

Your sleeping habits. Let's dig into those.

I'm in no place to talk as right now it's 3:05 in the morning. And here I am.

But when they are over they don't let you stay up till no 3-4 in the morning. They all know the importance of sleep.

But there are those nights where no once can sleep and it results in a late night stream. And streaming for hours none the less.

The amount of accidental all nighters everyone has pulled was immense. But that's what happens with jet lag, adhd, and insomnia.

Literally you get tired randomly. Sleep for only 3 hours. Wake up. Drink coffee, energy drinks, highly caffeinated tea. And don't sleep till late at night.

Pillow forts.

It's a must and it happens. Horror movies, pillow forts, and snacks. Like you all are in this massive fort, watching horror movies, one by one you all are falling asleep. You and techno were the last up due to technos active mind and your body not letting you sleep.

You two literally just vide there, changing the movies from horror to some silly animated movies, like how to train your dragon, frozen, Luca, and many others.

You two pull an all nighter and it's actually a bet to see how long anyone else takes to notice.

You bet an hour. Techno says all day.

You won. Philza notices the worse eye bags under both you and technos eyes and immediately starts scolding.

He is papa bird and he won't let anyone of his children neglect their needs.

"Did you even drink water at all? You guys should of been sleeping not binge watching horror movies all night!" -philza

You could only offer a smirk, along with a laugh.

"I think we did I just can't fully remember. Also we were watching animated films. Not horror. Surprised you didn't wake up to let it go." - you.

You turn to techno.

"You owe me 15 bucks pig boy!"-you again.

Handing you the money he rolls his eyes. "Yeha yeah. Rub it in." -techno.

Ah yeah they found a horror game that you were scared of surprisingly. It was actually surprisingly you hadn't played it yet.

Outlast.

You had been holding off that game until you finished your other one but here you were. Bored out of your mind.

So you decided fuck it.

That game teriffed the shit out of you. It was so good though.

When you screamed they all came rushing up due to the fact that you never scream.

They say you out of your chair, on the floor, blinking. They thought you were hurt.

But you sat up and looked at your computer.

"Damn. That was actually really good." When you looked behind you and found the boys all staring you smiled and waved.

"You need something?"-you

"You screamed. We heard a thud. We thought you fuckin died!" -tommy.

"No I'm alive. My soul almost divorced my body but it's still quite here."-you

That day made highlights.

The popular y/n actually got jump scared. The one person who never screamed at horror games screamed.

When they left you were sad yes but they were still your best friends. Ready to talk when ever you want.

Sometimes I think that you guys talk all through out the night. Them forgetting that you were actually in a different time zone.

Sometimes they pop into your streams, be it MC, horror, you just talking to your fans, or even the once in the blue moon, cheerful games.

They just pop in and start talking to you. And you talk back like they were there since the beginning.

Phil is now one of your moderators too. Along with tommy, wilbur, and techno. When they pop in they make sure no one picks on you.

And since you are now close to the SBI. You are now part of it.

You didn't choose the fans did. But they are your new family. No matter what.

Even if they disagree with your eating habit.

Or energy drink addiction.

Or insomnia.

Or you mainly playing horror games.

Or you basically living in your streaming room.

Or even the nearly 24 hour streams.

I could go on but I'm not gonna.

I'm tired. But I can sleep. 2 days and I get to have a tour of my new school.

And it took so long to finally get into it.

We have been going through a huge hassle even before school started to get me enrolled.

And then we had to get me into this program.

But now on Monday I get to go in. Get a tour. Then start either Tuesday or Wednesday.

Anyway hope you liked. It's now 3:50 and it's no proof read I'm sorry

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lilacjaemin · 5 years

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daisies

pairing: prince!jeno x gender neutral reader

genre: fluffy angst oh yes (plus lil commentaries hehe)

word count: 4.5k

summary: daisies symbolize true love – each daisy is really two flowers blended together in harmony, the center petals are one flower surrounded by the “rays” of another. they mean purity and innocence, one that swears a loyalty to love and a commitment to a shared secrecy.

a/n: thank you to jeno for being my biggest muse!! oh also thank you to payton for helping me research flowers for this <3

· royal prince!jeno can’t wait to rule his people and his beautiful kingdom full of flower fields and forests

· but he can wait a little longer to get married

· and one night the royal family throws a dinner party and a ball filled with suitors for their son

· but jeno can’t take the stuffy atmosphere and the hundreds of girls trying to dance with him

· so he runs off to his favorite spot in his kingdom

· these rolling hills covered in daisies

· it’s this pretty valley that nobody else knows about sometimes he goes there when his royal duties are too much and he needs to get away

· but when he arrives he stumbles across you laying on the hill stargazing, engulfed in the flowers

· he had no idea anyone else knew about this place

· he really doesn’t wanna be around any more people tonight but in the dim moonlight he can make out the features of your face

· he’s never seen you around the castle, and by what you’re wearing you definitely didn’t just run away from the same ball

· so he carefully approaches and asks if he can join you

· you sit up, freaked out that someone found this secret spot of yours

· the figure is in a white button up and a dark blue suit jacket with gold swirls

· he looks expensive but his eyes are kind

· so you say okay

· when he sits down next to you, he smells of many different expensive perfumes, which you find weird

· you ask what he’s doing out here because by the looks of his dark suit he probably should be at some ball

· and he says “yeah i should be.”

· what?

· and that’s when you notice the gold coronet resting neatly in his hair

· ohhhhh he’s the prince

· you’re sitting on the ground with the prince

· the future king jeno

· o k a y

· suddenly jeno thinks he hears something and he’s paranoid of his parents’ royal guards finding him and this spot so he turns to you like did you hear that??

· and before you could respond, out of nowhere he grabs you?? and dives into the flowers

· your hands against his chest preventing you from smacking into him

· he’s pulled you super close, his breathing rapid and eyes closed

· you’re a little frozen, still in shock the prince just tackled you

· he waits, realizing he probably just heard a squirrel or something

· the ~kdrama~ moment happens where he opens his eyes and finds himself staring into yours

· time stops for a split second, the wind ruffling the grass and daisies surrounding you two

· and then he regains his composure and helps you up again

· “are you okay? im so sorry! oh, that was so weird and creepy i just cant get caught out here.”

· you blink slowly, the surprise wearing off

· “yeah im totally fine.”

· well maybe physically, but your heart?? about to beat out of your chest!!

· jeno reaches his hand out and brushes a strand out of your face, smoothing out the rest of your disheveled hair

· you swore fire ignited from his fingertips

· you have to change the subject before you lose it

· “so…you said you should be at a ball right now?” you clear your throat and brush yourself off

· “ah, my family is pressing me to find a suitable partner. lately it’s just been dinner after dinner, dance after dance, i hate it.” he sighs, laying back into the hillside

· “you hate people trying to get your attention?”

· “i want to marry once i fall in love, not because they would be a good ruler of the kingdom.”

· “i see.” you whisper, laying down beside him

· “ i love my family, i love this kingdom and i can’t wait to rule but i wish that one part of my life could be normal. i tried to have the most normal childhood i could manage. i did everything i could to grow up and feel like everyone else, but nobody else has to have arranged marriages, so why do i?”

· you stay quiet, soaking his words in, watching the moon as jeno continues to your right

· “love seems incredible. i just wanna experience it for real. i don’t want someone ive only met a handful of times before our wedding, no matter how extravagant the whole thing is. i’ve tried so many times to explain to my parents that i can rule by myself for the time being and then ill find a partner, but they won’t let me.”

· you listen to his worries, the whole time not realizing that your hand had made its way to rest on jeno’s arm

· it’s something you do to comfort others, but he turns his head to look at you and you immediately pull away

· you start apologizing, saying how it’s just a habit you have, but he stops you

· “no no it’s okay, it feels nice to have someone really listening to me.” he smiles

· oh his smile is beautiful, it shines brighter than the moon above

· “i never get to hang out with other people my age and not have a bunch of royalty stuff looming over my head.”

· you were just in awe that the prince who has it all is unhappy and you feel so bad and just wanna hug him because honestly he’s so cute

· you listen while he rants about his duties and how stuck up some of the royal advisors are and how every suitor he meets is in it just for the wealth, they don’t really care about the him as a person

· he asks what your take on it is and you talk about your views on love

· you’re saying how you think it’s the most beautiful thing and that you’ve seen it in your parents and you want it so badly, but it always feels like all of the people in town don’t want a serious relationship

· “i want to meet someone that makes every star look pale in comparison. i come out here to look at the night sky and hope that somewhere, the one i’m meant to be with is looking at it too.”

· and jeno nods

· he completely understands

· “my family says i’m crazy for thinking that way. but i work in a library, im surrounded by incredible stories of romance, how can i not hope for one myself?”

· he’s fascinated at the fact that you can date normally but don’t because you say there’s no one out there

· jeno assures you there’s people out there, he has to meet with them constantly, he just never gets along with any of them

· you talk about royal life into the late hours of the night

· jeno is just so happy to have someone genuinely interested in his thoughts and feelings

· he’s giddy, ranting about his plans for the kingdom and his goals for the future

· you don’t know when you drift off, but you remember hearing his warm voice fade away

· and you fall asleep on his shoulder

· jeno doesn’t remember when he drifts off, but he remembers feeling your warmth at his side

· when he wakes up at sunrise, jeno is like oh i‘m so dead they’re never gonna let me out of the castle ever again !!

· but he looks at you, sleeping peacefully against him with daisies framing your face

· he feels his heart do a backflip

· is this how it’s supposed to feel? there’s not supposed to be a sense of dread pooling in his stomach like there is when a suitor walks in? interesting

· gently waking you up, he tells you he has to run to get back to the castle

· but he promises you he’ll do everything he can to come back to this spot to meet you and stargaze again

· “i’ll be here.” you say sleepily, smiling at his messy hair

· when he gets home his parents are like oh you are in so much trouble we threw that ball for you and you LEFT?? AND WE SEARCHED ALL OVER AND COULDNT FIND YOU?? WE THOUGHT YOU WERE KIDNAPPED??

· and jeno is like um. oops? trying to contain his smile when he thinks of you and your soft hand on his arm

· he gets read the riot act and is told if it happens again there will be serious consequences

· and jeno never gets in trouble so this is big

· but he’s willing to take the risk

· for weeks he sneaks out and runs to the field each and every night

· finding more reasons to love being in your company than there are stars in the sky

· one night before dawn broke you stopped playing with the hem of your shirt

· “i was thinking about what you told me the first night we met.” you say, eyes glued to the ground

· “i know you’ll find somebody, and not just because you’re a prince. you will find someone who loves you for your heart, not just the riches.”

· he stares at you, something in his eyes you couldn’t quite pin

· jeno was glad it was dark, if not you would’ve seen the red dusting on his cheeks

· “y-you’ll find someone too. i know it.”

· its quiet for a minute and then very subtly, jeno grabs your hand

· “is this okay?”

· “of course it is. now can you tell me about the secret royal garden? i heard its incredible.”

· you lay on your side and spend the rest of the night finding the stars in his eyes

· another dinner is scheduled, this time with the family of a neighboring kingdom

· this family has a daughter the same age as jeno

· he knows in his gut that his parents want him to be with her

· but he can’t shake the feeling of your hands in his

· it’s where they belong

· nevertheless, he fake smiles through the meal, tensing when she tries to reach for his arm across the table

· after the disaster of a dinner, jeno sneaks away again

· you can tell by the look on his face that he needs a hug

· “i don’t want to be with her.” he breathes into your neck

· “you’re sure you can’t talk to your parents about this?” you say, running your hand through his dark hair

· “they don’t listen. i’ve tried, they just won’t listen.”

· you hold him close, wracking your brain for a solution to this problem

· but there seems to be none

· jeno creeps back to the castle after spending the whole night wrapped in your arms

· but the queen is waiting for him in his chamber when he opens the door

· he’s banned from leaving the castle without supervision until he gets married

· he’s never sent out unless it’s with a guard

· he’s devastated and frustrated because he wants to sneak away to you but someone is always watching

· he feels like he lost the one person who understood him the most

· one day he goes into the castle library in an effort to get some peace

· to his surprise, you are working in the front

· you hear a gasp and when you look up jeno stands before you

· “this library? you work in the castle and never told me!?”

· “no, the town’s library is overstaffed because of the summer, so i took the job opening here. i always waited for you to come in and find out, but i guess you don’t use the library as much as i imagined.” you laugh

· your heart is beating like crazy seeing him again

· you bring him to your favorite little poetry corner, out of view of the entrance

· huddled in amongst the books he takes hold of your hands

· you can see him visibly relax when he feels your palms against his

· “im so sorry, i tried so hard to go meet you but they have guards on me at all times. they won’t let me out of their sight.” he looks frantic

· “jeno, i’ll wait however long it takes to be together. i still go to our spot every night, i still wait for you. i always will.” you reassure him

· his brows unfurrow and he smiles, pulling you close to his chest

· his heartbeat is soothing against your cheek and you realize just how much you missed him

· “oh, i have something for you.” you reach into the last of the shelves, pulling out a thick worn book

· he watches in confusion as you open to a page in the center

· “here, i pressed these for you. for the nights when you can’t come visit, just know i’m there.” you show him two dry daisies, careful not to blow them away

· his face lights up, gently taking the book from you and running a finger over their stems

· he’s about to thank you when you hear someone call for him from the door

· he frowns and shuts the book, tucking it under his arm

· he presses a soft kiss to your forehead before scurrying off, leaving your skin burning and your mind dizzy

· jeno’s parents are sure the princess from the neighboring kingdom is the one

· and jeno can feel his stomach drop to his feet when they tell him

· desperate to get to you, he tricks his guards into getting him something from the other side of the castle

· he shimmies down his balcony and runs as fast as his legs can take him to the field before they can send search parties out for him

· he grabs you by your shoulders and frantically tells you that they’re arranging his marriage

· but it’s not what he wants, he can’t stop thinking about you

· “jeno.” you whisper, pointing behind him

· you see lanterns come over the hill and horses trample over the flowers

· jeno stands in front of you to protect you but guards pull him away

· he’s yelling at them to stop but they’re angry

· you feel like you can’t breathe

· one of the advisors recognizes you from the library and tells you never to come back to the castle

· you stand and watch with teary eyes as jeno is dragged away and the candles fade into the night

· a few weeks go by and you get word that the prince is betrothed to marry the princess and you’re absolutely heartbroken

· you know jeno doesn’t want that

· and even if it isn’t you that gets to be with him, you still want him to be happy

· out of a job, you ask a family friend who works as a florist to hire you

· “of course! we need all the help we can get for this wedding!”

· oh no

· your heart breaks even more but your family needs the money

· you arrive a few days before to set up the decor and pray the the guards from that night don’t recognize you

· and as much as it hurts, you hope you don’t run into jeno

· but to your dismay he walks in with the princess and you feel your world collapse

· you meet his gaze while they check on the ballroom’s set up and you can see the light behind his eyes go dim

· suddenly he yells “NO! THIS IS ALL WRONG! WE NEED TO HAVE A MEETING TO DISCUSS THE DECOR IMMEDIATELY!”

· he finds a way to break away from the princess just for a second and whispers to meet him at a different spot tonight

· he says it’s under the willow tree at the edge of the forest by the stream and you nod

· “the flower arrangements around the altar are hideous.” he goes back to frowning, trying his hardest not to steal glances at you anymore

· you are sure there’s no way he could get away again but lo and behold you hear footsteps approaching

· you run into jeno’s arms, worried this would be the last time you could ever hold him

· he cups your cheeks, staring into your eyes

· “we don’t have much time but i promise i’m not marrying her. we’ll figure something out, we’ll run away together, we’ll do something, but i promise i am not marrying her.”

· he tries to assure you it’ll all be okay and he’s so certain it will be that you begin to believe him

· but you hear footsteps again

· lots of them

· and you and jeno can hardly see because of the tears in both your eyes but you can hear the impending doom

· there aren’t even words to say to each other, its over

· it’s all over now

· he kisses your forehead, then your cheek, letting his lips linger against your skin

· jeno is ripped from your arms and both of you are taken back to the castle

· they throw you in the dungeon and tell you that you’re going to have a meeting with the king and queen in the morning

· you sit on the cold stone floor and cry into your palms, desperately trying to remember how jeno’s lips felt on your face

· the next day you’re led out in shackles

· you sit in front of the royals and the queen is furious

· she’s yelling how dare you try and ruin her kingdom by getting in the way of her son’s relationship, how dare you still try and meet with him after everything that’s happened

· she’s close to banishing you from the kingdom entirely when jeno runs in, “don’t you understand? im in love with them!”

· jeno loves you

· “would you rather the kingdom be run by a miserable king or a happy one?” he’s crying and you want nothing more than to wipe his tears away but the shackles keep you planted to the ground

· you’re exhausted and cold and sad and hungry and you have no fight left in you

· the queen can’t believe what she’s hearing

· “you would put your future people in danger for this peasant?”

· “i would rather give up the throne entirely than marry that princess.”

· “how could you say that? i didn’t raise you this way! i raised you to be a selfless leader!”

· “how could you expect me to lead these people well if im unhappy?”

· she pauses momentarily, a softness seeping into her eyes, but it quickly fades when she looks back at you

· the queen is still fuming

· “we’re going ahead with the arranged marriage and that’s final, jeno.”

· she turns to you and tells you after you’re done helping with the wedding you’re never going to see jeno ever again

· he cries out, running to kneel in front of you and taking your face in his hands

· “jeno,” you say weakly, “its okay. i hope you can find happiness.” you try to smile for him but everything hurts

· his mother watches the sad scene unfold in front of her with a tightlipped expression

· “and i love you too, moonlight.” you whisper

· he laughs bitterly, tears falling onto your heavy arms

· he leans forward to kiss you

· but his guards grab him and take him away before his lips reach yours

· he yells your name all the way down the hall, kicking and thrashing to try and break free

· you hang your head in sadness and feel a sob wrack through your body

· its over

· the day of the wedding arrives and you solemnly finish the bouquet for the bride

· you fill it with orange mock flowers (they represent deceit) quickly hiding the daisies they had brought for it instead

· you try to find someone to deliver it to her but everyone is bustling around trying to add the final touches

· you trudge to her chamber and knock, hoping to place the flowers down and leave as soon as possible

· but she invites you inside and you dig your nails in your palms to keep it together

· she’s pretty, but from what jeno has told you about her the only thing she cares about is power

· “so i heard you’re the one who tried to break us up.” she says through an unnerving smile

· you stay silent

· “its such a shame really. jeno is really torn up over you. he’s too sad to think straight. he sits in bed with this old poetry book, but he never turns the page. i think he’s gone crazy, he doesn’t even speak! but i won’t need him for much longer. once i’m in line for the throne i won’t even need to look at him.” she twirls her finger around the center of the bouquet

· “and when i’m queen, you’ll be banished. it’s a win win!” she laughs, brushing past you to leave, “oh, and do stay for the wedding. i wanna make sure you see this.” you can hear the venom laced in her words

· your hands are numb, four dark crescents in each palm

· jeno stands at the altar in his dark blue suit, the same from the night you met him

· he’s pale, rings of purple under his eyes, his hands in fists, a daisy in his pocket, you can tell he’s biting his cheek

· you stand behind the tall vase at the back of the ballroom, peeking through the flowers

· the music begins and in walks the princess, and jeno has never looked unhappier in his life

· he’s barely holding her hands, nothing like the way he held yours

· the priest asks if he takes this woman to be his lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, for as long as they both shall live

· you hold your breath

· it’s silent

· the princess is smiling, but if looks could kill jeno would’ve been struck down immediately

· “jeno?”

· silence

· a tear rolls down his face and you can see his body visibly shake

· “no.” he says as firmly as he can

· the crowd gasps

· he drops her hands and begins to walk off when the king comes up next to him

· “you better get back up there right now and finish this.”

· “no.”

· “what did you just say?”

· “i said no, i’m saying no, i’ve been saying no. ever since i was little i’ve thought about what it would be like when i fell in love for the first time. i’d see the way you looked at mom and i thought i can’t wait for the day where i love someone so much i look at them the same way. and funny enough i did find that love. i fell in love in a field of flowers with someone who is more beautiful inside and out than the moon and all the stars combined. i finally found the prettiest flower of them all and i won’t stop fighting for them.”

· he pauses and turns to look at his dad

· “i know im going against your word, but you always told me a good king was one who finds strength in those around him, one who grows and rules to the best of his ability, and i’m the strongest when i’m with them, dad.”

· he turns to the crowd, desperation dripping off his words

· “i want to be a ruler you’re all proud of, but what kind of king would i be if i didn’t fight for what i want most?”

· you didn’t realize you were crying until your tears ran down your neck

· the queen stands up and you fear the worst for both you and jeno

· “you really love them? you love them this much?”

· “mother, i’ve always wanted true love. you know that. and i can’t see myself with anyone else.”

· the princess is throwing daggers with her eyes behind them

· the queen pauses for a moment and without turning around she says “come up here.”

· you hesitantly walk up the aisle in your raggedy work clothes, your heartbeat pounding between your ears at all the eyes on you

· jeno gasps “you were still here?”

· “in no way are you ready to become royalty let alone a ruler, but i’ve never seen jeno stand up to us like this before, and i must admit it hurt my heart to not be able to give him the true love he wished for all these years. it’s not that i didn’t want him to experience it, i just wanted him to have the best partner for ruling over his people. but i think i caused more harm than good in doing so. you seem to really love him, and that’s all a mother could ever want for her child. if you promise to take all of the classes and lessons you need and work extremely hard to learn about this kingdom and what’s best for it, i’ll agree to you dating him. if you meet my husband’s and my approval, then maybe we can discuss marriage.”

· “what!? absolutely not!” the princess stomps her foot “i’m supposed to be queen!”

· “you never cared about my son anyway. get in your carriage and go back to your kingdom.” the king hisses

· she throws her bouquet to the ground and storms out

· both you and jeno are speechless, silent tears rolling down your faces

· you thank the queen endlessly, promising to do whatever it takes

· you cling on to him, trying not to collapse to the floor

· “i almost lost you.” you say into the fabric of his suit

· “never.” he mumbles into your hair

· you walk hand in hand, fingers intertwined, back to your field

· you lay down in the flowers and never let go of each other

· tears wiped away with kisses

· fingertips tracing the shape of your mouth

· as the stars begin to poke out of the sky jeno connects your lips

· it isn’t until the sun peeks up over the hill that he pulls away

· and a year to the day you first met the prince in the valley, you stand in the same place, amongst the same daisies, under the same stars, reciting vows to each other’s teary eyes

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Diaries of the Insomniacs [ I ]

Yoo Kihyun x Reader

Chapter Genre/Rating: Mature; NSFW - mentions of masturbation and drug use Word Count: 3.3k

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Fueled on nothing but too much caffeine and a half hour nap, you lazily stroll into your first class of college, the only one you unwillingly decided to take to keep your professor father happy that you might finally have your life in check after too many years of pretending it was going nowhere. As the early bird of the family, he’s never understood you’re nighttime habits and has always constantly scolded you for staying up too late and sleeping through homeroom.

When you applied to college, you made sure to have a schedule you could abide by. Having night classes has more perks than the fact that it’s the only time you can stay awake. The lower teacher to student ratio makes it easier to focus and you need that a lot right now. In order to truly make your father happy, you need to take school seriously, and that’s what you intend to do.

You arrive to class nearly fifteen minutes late, something you were anticipating. Last night you scavenged the entire campus to find any sign of night life, looking for some kind of twenty four hour cafe or library or coffee shop, but to no avail. You ended up reading on your dorm couch until six in the morning, finishing Jane Eyre for the fifth time. A couple times, you heard drunk voices of the boys and girls heading back to their rooms for the night but not once did you hear any leaving, something you were hoping for. Finding a friend might be the last thing on your list of things to do, but it’s something that might help you bide your time in ways other than reading the same old stories over and over again.

You find a seat at the back of the room, happy to see that your teacher hardly notices your late entry and continues with her talking.

“What’s one thing I can expect from you as far as assignments goes? Well, it’s effort. I know Language Composition isn’t the most exciting class you’ll take, but I’m not a fan of half-assed work,” she says as she rifles through papers on her desk. The students around you follow her lead and you realize they’re going over the class syllabus. You printed it out yesterday right before the campus library closed.

Getting it out of your bag, you try to find the page she’s reading from. It’s not a hugely detailed syllabus but there’s five pages and considering how late you are, she could be well past the second page at this point.

Sensing your struggle, the guy next to you gives you a nudge, holding up three fingers when you look over at him. His shaggy brown hair lightly covers his eyes, but you can tell he’s keeping them on his paper. You smile in thanks, turning to the correct page to follow along.

The last thing you remember before you finally begin to doze off is your professor going on about essays and tests before you’re jolted away by a harsh push on the back of your chair. You sit up, trying to gain your composure and let your eyes adjust again to the light. You’re surprised to see the classroom is vacated except for you and whoever kicked your chair to wake you.

You turn slightly, surprised to see the culprit is the guy who helped you before. His hands are shoved into the pockets of his jacket. He looks intimidating yet soft, like he’s that stereotypical bad boy type that falls for the princess.

“A new class starts in like fifteen minutes so unless you’re in it, too, you might want to leave,” he says calmly, nodding towards the door. You expect him to leave, too, but he stays, watching you as you begin to pick up your things.

This is why you told your dad it was best if you didn’t have any morning classes. You were embarrassed enough in high school due to your problem and you didn’t want to be that girl again in college. Looks like you’re off to a great start.

“Is your next class in here or something?” you ask him, curious as to why he’s still here.

“No. But we live in the same dorm and you seem new to campus so I though I would do the polite thing and help you out,” he says.

Now you look up at him. “How do you know where I live?” you ask him, standing up with your bag. He follows as you walk out the door.

“Because I saw you moving in. It’s not like it’s that creepy, there were more than twenty of us in the common area and you were going back and forth,” he tells you, as if that makes it any less creepy than it sounds. “I’m Changkyun by the way.”

“So glad the weirdo has a name,” you respond, not wanting to humor this guy and instead just wanting to climb in bed at this very second and get in your daily sleep. You don’t have another class until eight tonight, so you have plenty of time to catch up on it.

“Helpful weirdo,” he states.

The air outside is hotter than you remember. You’re usually used to crisp, cool nights under the moon, so having the sun looking down on you is only adding to the tired soaring through your veins. You visibly yawn as you trek through the crowds of people making their way to and from classes while you try to remember the way to your own dorm. That’s the thing about only getting thirty minutes of sleep, you tend to have a lower memory lapse, something you tried to warn your father about as well.

“Does the tired recluse have a name?” Changkyun asks suddenly.

You gape at him, trying to quicken your pace, but your feet are too tired to carry you any faster than a sloth. At least a recluse can move faster than you can.

“Excuse me?”

“Insomnia I’m guessing,” he says. His black combat boot kicks at the light dust on the ground. You’re wondering why he’s wearing so many layers in the sunlight. Maybe he’s a night owl like you but that wouldn’t explain his early schedule.

“Oh, so you’re a know-it-all too,” you quip with an eye roll. “Thanks for your inappropriately timed hospitality, but I think I’m okay.” You begin to stalk off when he speaks again.

“You sure?”

“Yes, I am positive,” you tell him without even looking back at him.

“No really, are you sure? Because our dorm is that way,” he speaks up, pointing in the opposite direction that you’re walking in. You let out a loud sigh and turn to him again.

“I wasn’t headed to the dorm. I was going to the library,” you say as you turn to continue walking.

“Then why are you headed that way?” he’s asking now.

You stop in your tracks, another loud sigh escaping your lips before you turn around to him again. He’s squinting in the sunlight at you, looking as tired as you feel. Perhaps he’s a little like you, but that doesn’t make his smug and annoyingly correct remarks about you any less annoying.

“Can I at least make sure you get back to your room safely? I was on my way, too,” he tells you, nodding his head like he did in the classroom earlier.

“I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself,” you comment, watching his mouth send you a slight smirk. “But since you so obnoxiously pointed out, I am a little lost as it’s my first day so I guess I will make an exception.”

He huffs out a laugh and looks at you expectantly, tilting his head to the side. As much as you hate your dogs for doing it, they start walking towards him, screaming at every step to lay the fuck down before you pass out in the middle of campus.

“So, does the lady insomniac have a name?”

“What, are you an expert on insomnia? Reading all the signs or something?” you ask him. Who is he to get into your business? Not that you totally mind. He’s pretty cute you guess.

“As a fellow insomniac, it’s hard not to notice.”

So he is like you. Just someone who prefers the company of the moon to that of the sun, which by the way is still glaring down at you, cursing at you to get the sleep you so well deserve.

“Y/N,” you finally reveal. “And if you’re an insomniac, then why are you in a morning class?”

“Why are you?” he retaliates. You’re finally starting to recognize the path to your dorm.

“I asked you first.”

The last thing you want is your life to turn into some crappy rom-com and Changkyun here isn’t doing too well at letting you dodge that outcome. I asked you first. Absolutely cliche.

“I’m good at pretending,” he says simply, not elaborating. “You’re turn.”

“Strict father,” you say simply, not elaborating.

Changkyun nods, not asking you to and you’re thankful for that despite being irritated by his smart remarks. You don’t feel like getting into your family issues with a practical stranger.

“So what is there to do around here in the a.m.?” you ask him. Your bones are whispering about how tired they are, how fragile they feel under the day lit sky. It’s a wonder how you’ve made it this long without falling to the ground like your body wishes it could. You’re usually asleep by now, but that’s not necessarily a surprise.

“Not much truthfully. A lot of us go out into the city. We have a loft out there that we party at. But if you’re not into that, there’s a twenty four hour diner just outside the east of campus. That’s your best bet if you don’t want to be stuck in the dorm all night.”

“Any scenery?”

“A little. There’s an old baseball field about thirty miles outside of town. It’s quite the drive, but it’s worth it once you get out there. We play pickup games sometimes.”

“There’s a lot of we talk happening. Cheating on me already?” you ask jokingly. Now even your hands are wailing at you, begging for mercy. Subconsciously, you pop each knuckle before placing your hands into your own pockets, mimicking Changkyun’s position.

“Well, you never asked me to go steady,” he plays along.

Once you finish your way past the courtyard and back onto another sidewalk, you find yourself remembering walking the same path back from the library under the full moon the night before, finally gracious for the familiar footsteps despite your now tired body. With every step you take that you know you’re closer to your bed, it’s like your muscles begin to give in. You can already tell that the moment you step into your room, you’re bound to pass out immediately.

“So as a night owl, I can understand why you weren’t only late to Language Comp but also fell asleep for half of it,” Changkyun tells you as the two of you approach your dorm. “A couple cups of coffee can only do so much, you know?”

“They didn’t do anything for me this morning,” you say through a yawn, covering your mouth with your elbow.

“If you ever need help, I know a guy.” He pulls his student ID out of his pocket and holds it up to the door sensor, confirming that he’s a student here and letting you both into the dorm.

“Sounds sketchy,” you say without missing a beat. What kind of guy does he know?

“It is, I guess,” he laughs before pulling out a pill capsule from his pocket. “How do you think I’m still awake at this ungodly hour?”

You don’t even want to ask, so you don’t. Interesting how this guy just met you and is already comfortable enough to let you know he’s on speed at this moment. Probably not a great thing to be hanging around with him, although, the thought of royally pissing off your father makes you oddly satisfied. It’s not like you plan to take drugs to stay awake. You’re smarter than that.

You follow Changkyun through the common area, mostly girls with coffee cups on their laptops plaguing the room. There’s a couch at the far end of the room where a guy is asleep, but you can’t see anything of his face of than a pink tuft of hair. The only other males in the vicinity are in the middle of a pool game, one rather tall one waving at Changkyun as you pass by. Instead of stopping though, he continues to walk with you towards the stairs.

“Thanks,” you tell him quickly before walking up them. When he continues to follow you, you’re quick to turn around, stopping him. “So are you just going to continue to stalk me?”

He doesn’t respond just smiles and shakes his head before stepping around you and walking up the steps. “I live here too, you know.”

You sigh and curse to yourself, forgetting the fact. Obviously he was headed to his room, too. As if it might save you from embarrassment, you continue your trek up the stairs towards your room, feeling much like you’re following him now. He decides to tease you some more, turning on his heel as soon as you reach the second floor.

“Are you just going to continue to stalk me?” His eyes are testing you, a taunting look in them. He’s enjoying your little game, having too much fun flirting with you.

You keep your composure, letting yourself look like he’s not getting to you. With a tilt of your head, you raise one eyebrow in a testing manner before echoing his actions from seconds ago, stepping around him and walking towards your room.

You’re sure to give him one last look before closing your door behind you.

The campus is quiet and nearly vacated by the time your final class of the day ends. It’s already almost ten thirty by the time you arrive back to your dorm, feeling plenty awake. Your day usually starts around midnight, so you feel you have time to kill before you need to head out and look for that mysterious diner Changkyun told you about earlier or even the baseball field or even the loft. You’re hoping to find the diner over that, though. No telling what goes on there.

You decide to start finishing the readings your teachers assigned and getting a head start on the homework you’d received. Going into Journalism isn’t exactly the job of your dreams, but you’ve always loved writing and to make a career out of it is difficult to come by unless you go for something as serious as news. It’s exactly what your father told you and as much as you hate to admit it, you have to agree with him. You have to be realistic about this, and if you want to write, this is the best path you can take.

After a while, you check the time. Nearly three. You have enough time to do some laundry before heading out.

Shutting down your computer, you cross your room to the laundry hamper. The nice thing about living alone is that you don’t have to worry about waking up a roommate. You’re free to do whatever you need to do as late as you feel like it.

You grab your hamper and head out the door. There’s not a whole of clothes to do yet considering you only got to campus a couple days ago. It also might be because you were too lazy to do laundry before you moved out of your house and instead just packed your dirty clothes to bring to the dorm.

Walking down the hall, you try to take note of the doors that have light peeking under them, seeing only one out of the twenty. You’re tempted to knock, but that’s only room for a creepy first impression, but why else would someone be awake at three in the morning? It has to be someone like you, only able to be conscious under the presence of the moon.

You skip spying on any other doors and head straight to the bottom floor showers where the laundry room is also located. Community showers mean less privacy, at least for day seekers that is. As someone who’s only awake at night, you don’t think you have much to worry about as far as a private shower goes.

And apparently you’re not the only one who thinks that, because as you’re passing the door to the showers, you hear water running. You suddenly wonder if perhaps it’s Changkyun since he lives here too. But when you hear a voice that doesn’t belong to him begin to sing, you realize it’s not and head into the laundry room. Maybe it’s one of his friends, the ones who he parties with at sketchy lofts and plays pickup games of baseball under no light other than the moon.

After putting your laundry into the washer, curiosity gets the best of you. You head back out into the lobby to go through the bathroom door, but you stop short when you hear the same singing voice halt and begin to moan.

Whoever the voice belongs to gets steadily louder and you wonder if he is getting a blowjob or simply just getting himself off. Despite the weirdo in you who wants to find out, you decide to ignore your poor judgement and head back up to your room to get a head start on the new book you bought the day before.

Once plenty of time has passed for your clothes to get washed, you go back downstairs to transfer your laundry into the dryer. As you’re walking out of the laundry room for the second time, someone walks out of the showers at the same time. You don’t recognize his face, but the pink dye on his hair makes you realize he’s one of the guys who was in the common room this morning. He’d been passed out on the couch instead of playing pool with the other two guys or flirting with the numerous females around. Now he’s only wearing a pair of jeans and shoes, a towel slung over his bare shoulder.

Considering his damp hair, you can assume he’s the one from before that you heard in immense pleasure. No one is with him, so you can also assume that he was alone while he was in the middle of a climax. Now all you can do is picture him naked.

You feel your face heat up as you pretend not to notice him, walking right past him towards the stairs again. He’s close behind you on the stairs and you have to force yourself not to turn around. When you reach your floor and begin to head down to your room, he decides to speak.

“You always do you laundry at three in the morning?” he asks. His voice definitely matches the singing and moaning you heard in the shower.

Turning around, you try to keep your eyes from straying to his crotch. You don’t know what t looks like but it’s not a hard thing to imagine. He’s very attractive, too, which is just adding to the situation. You decide to play it cool and clap back sassily.

“Do you always masturbate at three in morning?”

He chuckles and clutches his towel, removing it from his shoulder before continuing up the steps. He doesn’t speak again until he’s nearly around the corner of the next floor up.

“Only on Mondays.”

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