#y x reader

— PLATINUM

platinum is a pretty classy gal. she's a big fan of victorian and rococo fashion, because they show formality and royalty. (in some way)

when she saw you dress in this style, her eyes widened as if she saw the prettiest thing ever! (she did) she likes knowing more about your style, and would definitely wear it with you. platinum notices the details most people overlook, like the embroidery on the frills of the skirt or the colors of each piece of clothing you wear.

please do her makeup, it's a dream! she won't wash off her face at all, you'd have to tell her to take it off. if not platinum will watch you do your make up for hours.

platinum's born to a wealthy family, so she is STACKED. platinum pays for everything you buy, if you buy her one she'll melt like a vanillish on a summer day. (positive) she goes shopping alot, so she is more than happy to show you around the malls and the hidden treasures she's found in there. if the items you're looking for aren't there she commissions people to make them for you!

she is a ball of positivity, she'll encourage you to get out of your comfort zone and wear your style in public (if you dont already). if you're a coordinator she'll encourage you to wear your lolita outfits in performances, and will even help you plan them out as a person whose won 2 ribbons.

— Yvonne

she really didn't care much, if you like what you're wearing then she has no room to talk with what you like.

yvonne values individuality and wouldn't see you any different if you didnt wear your style, she genuinely admires what you do! she's pretty good with fashion, so if you want a critique with kind of broken ratings get yourself your own yvonne! "needs to be more boom–shakalaka", "more fluffy!", "that color doesn't match the top." okay maybe the last one was helpful, but everything else is just her talking without thinking.

she's definitely the best person on this list to shop with, she'll pick out outfits she thinks will look good on you. it's just that she rarely goes shopping, because she rarely needs new clothes or accessories.

yvonne sees this style all the time in the kalos region, and yet she knows little about lolita fashion. if you want, you can tell her terms, types of lolitas, she'll appreciate it even if it's not her really her thing. she appreciates the dedication you people do for your style.

she naturally has a chivalrous side to her, so she'll always offer to help you whenever you're struggling. yvonne is quick on her feet, when you're stepping out of vehicles, walking up or down stairs, walking on rocky ground she'll always offer a hand!

— SILVER

he's familiar with this fashion, having seen it in magazines, posters, and occasionally in the streets of the johto region. nothing too special in his eyes, he's been to alot of places, but he says you pull it off better than most. (he's totally unbiased)

silver has basic knowledge about this. lolita fashion aims to show elegance, so whenever he sees something that would fit your style he'd buy it or point it out if you're near him.

"hey, this looks fitting, do you want it?" he asked grabbing something from the shelf.

while he may not be overly expressive, silver is supportive in subtle ways. he'd buy you surprise gifts, (with the help of green) and would walk around the shops with you if you were looking for something to buy. another way he'd do this is by listening to you yap and yap without ever getting sleepy. he's an attentive listener, but he wouldn't talk over you during your yapping sessions unless you asked him something.

speaking of not being overly expressive he has his own way of complimenting you, silvers smooth with it and he doesn't even notice.

"this fashion style is about elegance and beauty right? you sure make it look effortless."

I think out of all of them, he'd give actual good (average) fashion advice if you asked him directly, despite him wearing literally all black. silver is pretty straightforward and blunt with his opinions, not outright mean though. "I think this looks better" and "maybe try this one?" the fits always turn out really neat!

— GOLD

the second he spots you he's instantly curious, he's seen this style before in johto but never really understood why they wore this stuff. he'll ask some pretty weird questions, or give backhanded compliments, but he's not insulting you in anyway! he finds it pretty cool.

"are you dressing up for a tea party"

"execuse me?" you answered, making him even more confused.

he's interested in the fashion, tell him the difference between the blouses, petticoats, either way it won't matter because he'll forget it and you'll have to remind him. sometimes he's probably just pretending to forget it, so that he can see you get irritated.

drowns you in compliments and words you didn't even know existed, he's just a boy inlove. gold will be your personal photographer! he's surprisingly good at taking pictures, and he'll show you the pictures afterwards gushing out about how cool you looked

like everyone else he's supportive of how you dress! he'll always reassure you that he and everyone else love your style. he's pretty laid–back and kind of mean sometimes, but he knows when to draw the line.

"do i look weird?" you asked him randomly as you guys took a walk, gold stops in his tracks, raises an eyebrow, and crosses his arms.

“weird? you kidding?” he takes a moment to look you over, and then grins. “nah, not weird at all—you look awesome! like, actually way cooler than half the people here.”

sometimes gold will stare at you doing your makeup like a lovestruck fool, just thinking to himself "a person like them is interested in a person like me? woah, jirachi has blessed me yet again" he's lucky to have you.

shameless, he's not scared to tell people "you see that? that's my s/o!" because he's proud, but if you don't like it don't worry he'll shut up.

Daeyeol presses his pinky knuckle into the number pad so he doesn't smear his own blood on it. Your voice comes crackly and broken through the speaker indented in the pylon next to the gate.

"Did you forget your key again?" you ask teasingly -- not for him.

Daeyeol simply says, "It's me."

"Oh." Something rustles through the speaker, and your voice grows concerned. "Are you okay? Hold on, I'm buzzing you in."

The lock on the gate clicks open, and a low beep sounds when the connection up to your apartment cuts off. Daeyeol, sighs, uses his shoulder to push the gate open, and heads towards the staircase. Even though his sore muscles protest the extra exercise, his mind automatically chooses the stairs over the elevator. That would bring him to you faster. He doesn't want that.

Or, he doesn't want to want that.

He's tired, though, when he reaches your floor, too exhausted to remember what he wants and doesn't want when he raps his knuckles on your door. You open up immediately, a concerned frown marring your face as your eyes look Daeyeol up and down.

"Cripes, Daeyeol, what'd you do?"

His right cheek is all scraped up, still caked with a thin layer of blood and gravel from when he tumbled to the ground just an hour ago. His hands suffered a similar fate along with his right elbow, which he sacrificed to save his precious camera.

He shows you a weak smile. "I almost got them this time."

The tension in your shoulders deflates at his albeit misplaced nonchalance, and you roll your eyes, your signature smile returning to your lips. "Seriously? You're still trying to catch Red?"

"Not catch." Daeyeol lifts his camera in one hand, snapping a candid picture of you. "Capture."

"Daeyeol!" you whine, putting a hand up in front of your face much too late for it to matter. "Just get in here, you nerd." Putting your hand on his arm, you pull Daeyeol into your apartment and shut the door behind him. He feels the connection wash over him immediately. It flows to his hands, then his elbow, then his cheek, an indescribable warmth that begins to make him feel dizzy. Or maybe that's just the effect you have on him. "Take a seat, take a seat. You look seriously banged up."

A groan slips out of him as he sits down on a chair you pulled out from where it was tucked under the kitchen table. "This is nothing. I'm pretty sure Red got shot tonight."

"Whoa." You sit across from him, your brows furrowing, which Daeyeol doesn't pay as much attention to as the way you keep holding his hand on top of the table. You must feel the connection too, right? "You weren't all up in that action, were you?"

"Don't worry." Please keep worrying. "This all happened when I was trying to catch up to them after it all went down." Daeyeol puts his camera down on the table and removes the lanyard from around his neck, gesturing at himself with his newly freed hand. "Stumbled over my own feet like usual."

You snort. "You couldn't catch up to Red even though they were shot? You never cease to amaze me, Daeyeol."

"In a good way, right?"

"Believe what you want to believe," you tease, shrugging cartoonishly. The way your thumb rubs the back of Daeyeol's hand has to be subconscious. He knows you would stop if you were aware. "I don't know if I've ever met someone as clumsy--"

The door to your apartment opens.

"Babe, you'll never believe what Jangjun--" Sungyoon's voice cuts off as soon as his eyes land on Daeyeol, his hand still on the doorknob. He immediately takes in the sight; the dirt and dust on Daeyeol's shins, the scratches all over Daeyeol's face, the way his hand is held lightly in yours. He sighs. Closing the door, he slips his bag off his shoulder and toes off his shoes. He walks over the table without a word, puts one hand lightly on your wrist and the other on Daeyeol's, then pulls you two apart. Daeyeol feels the loss of the soulmate connection like a splash of cold water, like all the oxygen has been sucked out of him in a millisecond, but he doesn't react -- tries not to, at least. You look up at Sungyoon, about to say something when he sighs again. "What'd we say about healing before cleaning?"

Eyes widening, you look at Daeyeol's cheek, where his skin had started healing with bits of dirt and gravel still digging into the open wound. "Oh shit." You put both your hands up in the air even though you'd already stopped healing Daeyeol with your touch, then turn back to Sungyoon with a sad pout. "How do I always manage to forget?"

With a little chuckle, Sungyoon smiles endearingly down at you and lightly flicks your forehead. "It's empty up here sometimes."

You scowl and shoo away his hand, pouting further at the way Sungyoon laughs louder. It's so effortless for him. Daeyeol already knew this.

Sungyoon flicks your forehead again, not nearly hard enough to warrant the way you rub where he hit and the glare you shoot into the back of his head as he turns to address Daeyeol. "Let's get you cleaned up, bud," he says casually with a nod towards the kitchen sink.

Daeyeol follows him without saying anything. Pulling out the well-used first aid kit from under the sink, Sungyoon goes through the motions with practised efficiency. As a pediatric nurse, and the partner to a very clumsy you, Sungyoon hasn't flinched at the sight of blood in many years. He picks out the gravel from Daeyeol's cheek and hands, cleans his wounds with a damp cloth, and leaves the bandages in the kit. They aren't necessary for Daeyeol with you around.

As Sungyoon starts putting everything left unused back into the kit, he smiles at Daeyeol and gestures back to you at the table. Daeyeol doesn't let himself resent the way he knows that smile is genuine. He returns to you at the table, sitting down in the same chair and watching you purse your lips out and pick at the skin around your fingernails.

"Sorry for being dumb..." you mutter.

"It's okay." Please reach out first. "I forgot too."

Huffing out a sigh, you meet his eyes and show off a cute, close-lipped smile. "Yeah, well... still sorry. Can I...?"

You reach both your hands across the table, palms up, and Daeyeol feels the soulmate connection even before he places his hands on yours. It washes over him like ripples of flowing, sinking sand.

Daeyeol lets himself get lost in the feeling only until Sungyoon returns from the kitchen counter and sits next to you, scooting his chair closer to yours and slinging an arm over your shoulders. You turn your head his way and smile, muttering quietly, "Thanks for making up for my dumbness." Just as you finish speaking, you press a small, sweet kiss against Sungyoon's lips.

Daeyeol's hands stay still in yours.

Sungyoon smiles as soon as you pull away from each other, his eyes filled with something Daeyeol has only ever observed. "Always," he whispers.

Daeyeol swallows the feelings that threaten to rise up his throat like bile. He simply looks down at your joined hands, feeling guilty for being here during this moment between you and Sungyoon -- two people so... comfortable together. And when even just looking at your hands becomes too much, Daeyeol focuses his eyes on the table between his elbows, counting the striations in the wood.

The connection works quickly on such superficial wounds.

It's a testament to the...

Daeyeol shuts his eyes and opens them again.

...love shared between you and Sungyoon that even with Daeyeol, your irrefutably proven soulmate, in your apartment, Sungyoon doesn't act the slightest bit jealous, the slightest bit threatened. He doesn't question you letting Daeyeol in while he wasn't home; he doesn't ask why Daeyeol felt the need to come to you for something as small as a few cuts and scrapes and bruises. Why he keeps coming back. He holds you close as you heal Daeyeol with your touch, letting you lean your head in the crook between his shoulder and neck, and smiles over at Daeyeol.

Genuinely.

"Feeling better?" he asks without a drip of malice in his voice.

Daeyeol nods. Physically, it's the truth. In his heart, though, he knows he feels much, much worse than when he arrived.

You manoeuvre your hands to flip his over, a satisfied smile spreading over your lips when you see them perfectly healed, as if he never fell in the first place. "Would you look at that!" You lean forward off Sungyoon's shoulder and lift Daeyeol's hands to show them off. "Looks like you're not the only doctor in this house."

Sungyoon scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Yeah, if only you could heal yourself every time you get scraped up, you klutz."

Daeyeol could heal you every time. He says nothing.

You bump Sungyoon's shoulder with yours, laughing along with him.

Unable to bear you letting go first, Daeyeol stands and slips his hands out of yours. The soulmate connection fades away like the trill of a faraway train. He thanks you both with a small bow and an awkward smile, distracting his hands by hanging his camera back around his neck, then walks towards the door even though his heart screams at him to stay.

You follow him to the door like the good host you always strive to be, and as he steps out and pulls on his shoes, you stand in the open doorway, Sungyoon directly behind you with his arms wrapped around your middle and his chin propped on your shoulder. It's too cute to look at.

"Try not to get hurt out there again, Daeyeol," you say with a smile. Sungyoon nods beside you. "I know you've gotta do what you gotta do to get pictures of Red, but you're no vigilante."

"I know." Daeyeol puts both his hands in his pockets. They can't reach for you from in there. He turns his feet to point down the hallway to the elevator. "Goodnight." Please linger. "Sungyoon." He nods at the man clinging onto you like a koala.

"G'night, Daeyeol." You stay where you are in the doorway, one hand holding Sungyoon's over your stomach, the other waving at Daeyeol.

Is it better that you linger or does it only hurt him more?

He presses the 'down' button on the wall, and only seconds pass before the elevator arrives and opens. He enters, takes a breath, and turns around to face the hallway.

Daeyeol didn't used to wish for much.

He had a nice place. He had a nice job. He didn't know if he had a soulmate or not.

You linger in the doorway. In Sungyoon's arms.

You wave again as the elevator door closes.

Daeyeol makes many requests of the universe now. Please keep worrying. Please reach out first. Please don't let go.

He doesn't wish he'd never met his soulmate. He can't bring himself to wish that.

           You were the daughter of a mafia boss. People feared getting on your bad side and you got everything that you wanted. With your father’s power, no one dared to mess with you and your family. That is until an incident occurred that left your father’s mafia to be viewed as weak by others, and slowly they started going after your family. To ensure your safety, you father had hired bodyguards to protect you and your sister, and that’s when you met the man that was going to change your life forever.

           At first you weren’t the biggest fan of the guard assigned to you. Y, or as you liked to call him Sungyoon, was nothing more than a thorn in your side. Thinking back on it, however, you could say that you were a bit stubborn on your part and didn’t make his job easy, but you were just a young girl who wanted her freedom. Fortunately for you, you got something a little bit better than that, you found love.

           Your relationship with Sungyoon started off rocky. You had wanted nothing to do with him and did everything that you could to escape him like trying to make him quit or make your father fire him, but to no avail none of those occurred. However, your relationship shifted when you had managed to run away from him and visit your mother’s grave. When he eventually found you, instead of yelling at you like he had done the previous times, he had quietly sat down next to you and asked you to tell him about her. That was when you had both started seeing each other in a different light.

           At some point, lingering touches and longing looks were exchanged between the two of you, and the line of the strictly business relationship that you had begun to blur. Eventually the two of you could no longer ignore the fire in your hearts and began to pursue a relationship. A relationship that was only known by your sister and Tag, Sungyoon’s best friend, who also happened to be your sister’s bodyguard; as your father would have had Sungyoon killed for even laying a hand on you.

           The two of you had managed to keep your relationship a secret without any troubles for two years, that was until you had found yourself in a predicament.

           You couldn’t believe what were you were seeing. ‘No,’ you thought to yourself, ‘this has to be a mistake.’ Slowly bringing up a hand to cover up your mouth, you sit in the bathroom in silence and in shock. Quickly getting yourself put together, you hide all evidence of what just occurred moments ago, and when you walk out of the bathroom, you are greeted by the sight of your sister, “Y/n!” Still shocked, you don’t even realize her presence and when she comes up to you, she ways, “Hey, Y/n, what’s wrong? You don’t look too good.”

           From the corner of your eye, you see Sungyoon and Tag around the corner, as fast as you can, you pull your sister towards your bedroom, missing the way the two men saw you. When you hastily shut the door to your bedroom, you slump against the door, clutching your heart. “Y/n? What is wrong with you?” your sister asks. Slowly walking towards the bed, you settle yourself down and pat the empty space next to you. In a hushed toned, you ask of her, “You promise not to tell anyone, not even Tag.” Holding out your pinky, you wait for her response.

           Latching her pinky onto yours, she says, “I don’t know what this is about, but I promise not to tell.”

           Taking a moment to collect your thoughts, you manage to tell her, “I’m pregnant.” For a couple of seconds, the two of you sat in silence that is until your sister jumps up from her position and starts screaming, “Oh my gosh! I’m going to be an aunt! I’m going to be an au-“ Rushing forward, you cover her mouth with your hands before she could get another word out. Shushing her, you say, “S/n! Will you be quiet? The whole world doesn’t need to hear y-“

           Before you could finish your sentence, you are interrupted by the two bodyguards bursting into the room. “We heard a scream, are you two okay?” Tag asks. The two of you can only blink and star at the two men as you stay in the stay position. Slowly removing your hand from your sister’s mouth, you recollect yourself and say, “Us? Yeah, of course, we’re okay. Just, just saw a bug, that’s all.” You give them a reassuring smile to let them know that you guys were okay. “A bug? That’s it?”

           Nodding your head, you make your way to push them out of the room, “Yes, yes, just a bug, but we got rid of it, so it’s all good now. Now please, we’re having girl talk, so we need you two out. Now…please.”

           When the two guards leave, the both of you sigh in relief. Turning towards you, your sister asks, “What are you going to do, Y/n? Are you going to tell Y? You have to tell him.”

           “I will…eventually. I just have to find the right time to do it.”

           “And when is that? When it’s already been nine months?”

           “If possible, yes.”

           You had managed to keep your pregnancy a secret from Sungyoon for only a month, thinking that you were doing a splendid job of not being weird. However, Sungyoon being Sungyoon was able to notice that something was off, that’s why one night he eventually asked the question that you were hoping to avoid.

           “Okay, what’s wrong?” Avoiding his gaze, you tell him that there was nothing wrong. “Don’t give me that crap, Y/n. I know there’s something wrong. You know you can tell me anything, right? I won’t tell your dad unless I deem that it’s important for him to know.”

           Taking a moment to think of how you wanted to tell him, you sit him down on your bed. Taking his hand in yours, you begin, “Look, the next sentences to come out of my mouth may cause a shock to you, so I just want you to not freak out, okay?” After seeing him nod his head, you take a deep breath and say, “I’m pregnant.”

           Releasing the breath that you didn’t know he was holding, Sungyoon clutched onto his chest causing for you to be confused, “I thought you were going to say that you were dying.” That wasn’t exactly the words you were expecting him to hear, so you give him more time to register your words. “Wait, are you serious?”

           “Yep.”

           “You’re telling me, that there’s a human growing inside your stomach right now, and it’s half mine?”

           “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

           Getting up from his position next to you, he kneels down in front of you. Gently, he places a hand on your stomach, and you place yours on top of his. In a quiet tone he asks, “I’m going to be a dad?” Bringing up your other hand to his face, you softly stroke his face, “Yes, you’re going to be a dad.”

           When the two of you broke the news to your father, it had gone a little bit better than you expected. Sure, Sungyoon might have gotten a few punches to his body, but you had totally expected your father to pull out a weapon on him, so in your mind, your father reacted in a good manner. Once you father had managed to get all of his anger out (on Sungyoon), he had pulled you into a tight hug, going on about how his little girl was growing up.

           “It won’t be safe for the three of you,” your father says. “There are still people out there that will do anything to hurt me and once they find out about this baby, they won’t stop going after you.”

           “I can protect them, sir.”

           “I can’t have my daughter raise this child without a father.”

           “We can just get more guards,” you suggest. Shaking his head, your father says, “No, that won’t be enough.” Sitting back down at his desk, your father begins to pull out some documents. “I was hoping that it would never come down to this, but I think this is the only choice we have.”

           Not sure of what your father was talking about, you and Sungyoon can only watch your father as he begins making phone calls.

           It turns out the plan that your father had saved for “emergencies” was a fake death. Your father had executed this whole extravagant ordeal that made it seemed like you and Sungyoon and gotten into a car accident. Once this had occurred, your father had you and Sungyoon move out to a house out in the mountains, where you could start a new life together with your child.

           Fastforward back to the present, you can’t help but to think to yourself, ‘Yeah, there’s nothing that I would’ve changed.’

A/n: let me know what you guys thought of this, feedback is always welcomed!

y.

green.

yellow.

“Y,” Choi orders in an even tone. “Come greet your benefactor.”

You look up from the tip of your pen now, only catching sight of the man in the cage from between your two superiors’ shoulders. He stands up from the chair he was sitting in — the only piece of furniture in the cage at all — and starts walking towards the men, but when he raises his head, his eyes are on you.

Everything in your body seems to pause.

He stares into your eyes through his eyelashes, through his unruly long hair. Something about him makes the breath in your lungs freeze. The mask over the bottom half of his face is made of studded leather, you assume in some sort of fashionable attempt at making it not look like what it is — a muzzle. A part of you, though you don’t know where it came from, wants to reach through to him and take it off his face. You feel hypnotized. Soon, though, as he approaches the solid metal bars that separate him from the rest of the world, his eyes move to meet CEO Jeon’s, and he bows his head slightly, then keeps it there. You breathe again.

Nobody notices. You hope.

“And it’s as strong as you’ve been telling me?”

Choi nods again. “Getting stronger every day.”

Jeon turns to his business partner, so you see the cynical raise of his eyebrow. “How will you ensure its strength is not misdirected?”

The same question permeates itself in your mind, though you doubt for the same reasons Jeon is asking it.

“Subject Y operates on three principles,” Choi begins to explain. “One: he may not harm a good person, or by inaction allow a good person to come to harm. Two: he must obey orders given to him by a good person, unless that conflicts with principle one. And three: he will protect himself, unless that conflicts with principles one or two.”

You can’t stop yourself from whispering, “Asimov’s three laws of robotics…”

Both men turn their upper bodies to look at you in confusion, while the man in the cage doesn’t move a muscle. CEO Jeon looks like he’s just remembered you’re here at all, and Choi seems like he didn’t know you were even in the room.

“That’s right,” Choi says, his brows still furrowed. “I’m sorry, I don’t believe we’ve met.”

“How does he know who’s a ‘good person’?”

“He is told—” Choi crosses his arms. “Who are you, exactly?”

Your boss clicks his tongue and walks over to you, putting his hand on your shoulder in nothing close to a comforting gesture. His thumb digs into the base of your neck, and you shut your mouth.

“They’re my new assistant,” he tells Choi through clenched teeth, then faces you. “But perhaps they won’t be for long if they keep speaking out of turn.”

At Jeon’s threat, you nod your head quickly. “Yes, sir.”

He doesn’t acknowledge your immediate cowardice further than another hard glare before he turns back to the cage and addresses Choi again, his message clear:

You are not part of this conversation.

Though, as the two business men focus on each other, they don’t see the way the man in the cage slightly raises his head, or the way he meets your eyes. They don’t see the look on his face that you do.

The one that sets your lips in a firm line, and your decision in stone.