#*squints at stylist* how did you get in here

[pen-of-roses]

WHG 20-Prompt 5-Silver

WHG tag list: @ratracechronicler, @maple-writes, @concealeddarkness13 @drabbleitout, @grailfish, @forthesanityofsome, and @pied-piper-of-hamlet (let me know if you want to be added)

(Prompt 4 was combined between Din and Silver so read that before this if you missed it)

Under threat of being dragged out by the Peacekeepers, they’d emerged from their hiding spot after most of the search party had disappeared to another car.

And regretted immediately as the cacophony threatened to drag them under the instant they set foot off the train. 

It’d be easy to slip away again. The Peacekeepers were trained, but for brutality and instilling fear, not for the survival that had been pressed into them. Their armor had a weakness at the neck. While the helmets protected their faces, they also created blindspots. One of their current guards was favoring a shoulder, easy to exploit. These were just more monsters, and human ones at that, so they could be beaten and pushed past just like—like—

The weight in their hand, taste of copper in their mouth, and battlecries of the long fallen slipped away with the memory and whatever nightmares they’d fought before. Probably for the better.

Besides, they’d gotten this far. Being alone in the heart of this abyssal damned place would probably be worse than the rigid rules prior to the Games. Not to mention they didn’t quite know what would happen to the District if its tribute fled prior to the Games.

So instead they bit their cheek and sat when prompted.

From there, the taste of copper became real as the true challenge of self control began as a group of people began to argue over them, about them, touch them, manipulate them however they wanted. 

Their clothes were stripped, and discarded. clothes that had been borrowed from their family and mended by hand over the months. They managed to not break each finger of the hand that had done it.

Forced into a sweet smelling bath and scrubbed raw, the hot water was so similar to the heat from the vision from the train. That did result in a dislocated shoulder and a blackeye. Technically two, but theirs healed before they were dry. 

A comb was taken to their hair, for it’s apparently Capitol-esque appearance, but also condemned for the tangled state of it, and the bone white horns underneath it. They forced down more gold-tinted memories of other hands doing the same and a voice in their ear.

The only benefit was no one was talking to them, and they weren’t expected to speak.

Wrapped in a towel and left to wait, they were hyper aware of every footstep outside the door, of every chant of magic in the air, of the sickly sweet perfume clinging to their skin, of the way all the metal shined in just the right light to look golden rather than silver, of where the camera was and how best to avoid it.

“Well, you certainly look more human than the animal the other’s described.” Someone said as he walked into the room and hung a bag off the door.

They bared their teeth, aware they were stained with blood from their cheek and signed “You’re the animals to me.”

“Oh so you can speak,” he signed back, and they blinked, rather taken aback as the strange man sat. “Perfect, that’ll make this so much easier on me. I’m your stylist for these wonderful things the Capitol calls Games. In short, my job is to make you look good so the lovely and ever gracious people out there will help keep you alive, if you wish them to. Or don’t, if that’s more to your liking. I’ll enjoy the show either way.” Crossing his arms, he sat back, raising one blonde eyebrow in challenge.

They squinted at him. He looked Capitol-esque alright, with a suit that looked almost like it was made of flowers, though the shape of them was unlike any they had seen. Calla had said the Capitol liked to genetically modify stuff, so maybe they were based off that. Or complete and inaccurate fabrications. His hair was covered with glitter, and purple makeup adorned his face in the same garish way they’d seen on the escorts and Capitolites. Yet he also seemed off. With his cocky smile, raised eyebrow, and head cocked, it seemed like he was sizing them up and judging.

Magic thrummed all around them, but whether he was the source of any was difficult to tell with all the different sounds.

Maybe not all of the Capitolites were as empty-headed and blind as the escort had made it seem. They would have to be more careful and observant.

“You didn’t give a name,” they signed.

“Nor did you, if you recall. Now, I have very little interest in wasting any more of our precious time, so if you’re willing, let’s get on with getting this over with.”

Reluctantly, they nodded. 

Time passed too slowly after that, but the stylist kept the others from handling them too roughly this time around, even giving them privacy while they changed.

In the end, they were left in front of a mirror, focusing on the intricacy of the bark-like texture of the suit, and the leaves and flowers that had been woven into their hair. Pointedly, they did not look at the makeup that had been done, couldn’t risk seeing that face. But the rest, they felt comfortable saying was almost…nice. Wildly inaccurate and overdone. But nice.

Some of the “wood” even covered their ears so when they walked out, the noise wasn’t completely overwhelming. And looking at the other outfits, they’d probably have to thank the stylist if they saw him again. 

Of course, whatever odd reprieve that had been couldn’t last terribly long as the chariots began. Two tributes raced off on the horses, which drew most of the crowd’s attention. But not all of it. 

There were eyes watching them again, too many, and no place to hide or shrink away from it. Even with the padding, the noise from their cheering was too loud. Several of the other tributes were screaming of powerful magic, and that pull from earlier was back, threatening to drown them in the gold.

Overhead, someone spoke of peace and tradition

Behind their eyes, a voice whispered of safety and love and power over destiny.

A cruel smile watched above.

A kind smile flickered in and out of existence and the air smelled of blood.

[seokminfilm]

calvin klein boyfriend 🎸 kim mingyu

♫ pairing, kim mingyu x reader ♫ warnings, non-idol au, model au, sweet fluff, established relationship, mingyu is a tease lowkey, boyfriend mingyu, whipped reader, mingyu is mentioned to be taller than reader, kissing, suggestive (if you squint), mingyu calls reader babe ♫ synopsis, calvin klein looked good on your boyfriend. annoyingly good.

♫ author's note, yes calvin klein mingyu is still driving me insane. yes i'm coping with wonwoo's enlistment notice. let's talk about something we don't all know 🧍 ANYWAYSSS hope you all enjoy this! first time writing for mingyu so we'll see how this goes 🙏

♫ now playing, unknown guy (lee youngji)

♫ word count, 571 | for @kstrucknet

"welcome home, mr. calvin klein," you tease lightly, pulling mingyu in for a tight hug as you breathe in his fading cologne. he chuckles lowly, chest firm as your head lies upon it. "was the shoot a success?"

"yeah, it was. the stylists kept complimenting me, too. i wish you would've been there─you would've been so jealous." mingyu has a devious look on his face, eyeing you down to gauge your reaction. used to stunts like this, you just smile, shaking your head as you run your hands over mingyu's bulging muscles.

"you really do look so good. the pictures you sent me a few hours ago have been stuck in my head." you let him lean down for a kiss, lips hot and soft against yours as he sighs against you, pulling away.

"i thought you'd like them. plus, i just wanted to show off for you. remind you that i'm yours, you know?" mingyu looks down at you with wide, innocent brown eyes, and your heart turns cartwheels in your chest, bringing a smile to your face.

"and what a great reminder it was, gyu," you sigh dreamily, and mingyu giggles, smile warm as he places his keys on the counter, stripping himself of his shoes and hat.

evenings like these were the best─seeing mingyu coming home from photoshoots was one of your favorite things to witness. being able to greet him at the door with a hug and kiss while telling him how well he did brought a smile and butterflies to your stomach every.

you followed mingyu to your shared bedroom without a second thought, hand encased in his bigger one as he threw his duffel bag to the floor.

"come here, babe. i missed you." mingyu powers off his phone, holding his arms open as you melt into his embrace. he rocks you slowly, pulling you away from him as he glances down at your lips.

"can i, babe?" mingyu asks, wetting his lips as he glances back up at you. he looks so soft like this, pliant and ready to kiss you and love you until you've had enough.

"please do, gyu." you sigh, and mingyu can't but grin, leaning in slowly as he closes his eyes. his warm lips meet yours in a quick swoop, and you're melting into him, rendered useless by his work. mingyu's so professional in the way he kisses you, knowing all the right ways to kiss you to get a reaction out of you.

once he pulls away, you're a sighing mess, body warm and face even warmer as mingyu tucks hair away from your burning face. he's feeling whatever you're feeling too, eyes blown wide and hands warm on your skin as he cups your cheeks gently.

sighing dreamily, you shake your head, letting mingyu's hands roam wherever they want as you make eye contact with him. his eyes are filled with so much longing and desperation, that it makes you want to do whatever he wants you to do, whenever he wants to do it.

"damn you and that calvin klein photoshoot, gyu." you laugh aloud, voice soft as mingyu kisses your neck softly, leaving warm marks along your skin. he chuckles, obviously amused by your weak insult.

"you're too cute. i love you." mingyu smiles, and you shake your head, kissing him once more as you reply. "not as much as i do, you big goofball."

[riekirei]

fan favorite— nishimura riki

you and riki, the iconic duo, were inseparable. your friendship was so loved in public, but it was something more in private.

pairing: idol!riki x 8th member!fmr | genre(s): fluff | content/warning: they kiss like once, riki teases reader and vice versa

[requested]

word count: 1.2k

author’s note: been insanely inactive but wtv, here’s something i wrote recently. hope u enjoy reading this! likes n reblogs r highly appreciated. not proofread

you step out of the van with the beaming sun rays hitting your face, the smell of the easing ocean breeze, and the sounds of the crashing waves filling the area. you pull your digital camera out of your bag that hung just by your shoulder. you try taking a picture of the bright summer sun that shined that day, but it was way too bright for you to see. you squint your eyes to the sun’s light that nearly blinded you when a hand’s shadow appeared from behind, hovering over your eyes to shield it from the light. it was riki, he had just gotten out of the van after you. “blinding lights, blinding lights~” (blind - enhypen) he sang as he watched you take pictures with the help of his hand preventing the sun from glaring at you. “hey!! since when have you gone down the car?” you asked him, wondering how fast he’d came as you expected him to take longer. 

you were at a beach for your new album’s concept photos, just like dimension dilemma (i guess it’s associated with the group’s storyline) and the makeup artists and stylists had just fixed your hair and makeup in the van before arriving at the beach. riki was up next to get his hair and makeup done, but he apparently was done? “did they not do your makeup or something?” you added onto your question from earlier. “they didn’t do my hair. probably the style they wanted for this album was something like this” riki replied. “you look good either way sooo” you told him, tucking his dark hair into his ear.

just a moment after, a camera panned towards the place you and riki stood. it was the staff shooting behind the scenes content for them to post on the official youtube channel. you snap out of the conversation you were previously having with riki and face the camera lens that was right in front of you. “hello engene!! today we’re at the beach and we’ll be taking some photos for our upcoming album” you say, making your way through the hot sand, towards the shore. riki follows shortly behind you. the camera films the both of you walking before you come across an area with countless seashells, laid out on the ground. it was quite a rough surface to be walking on so as you stepped on it, you tripped, slightly slipping your body forward. just as you were about to fall, riki’s grabbed your wrist and made sure to carefully support the other side of your torso from hitting the ground. he helped you get on your feet again. “guys y/n’s feeling silly” he says to the camera, laughing at what just happened. “engene, it was ni-ki’s fault, right? he pushed me” (he didn’t hsjahs) you jokingly said. “he pushed me!!!” you added. “nahhh, maybe its just a skill issue to be honest” he told you as you two bickered on camera for the nth time. 

you two found yourselves before the shore, watching the still water reflect the sky as waves came in. you went on your knees to draw doodles and words on the damp white sand. you drew a huge heart with the word ‘engene’ written in the middle. the camera captured the pretty sight before it shifted to what riki was doing. he was standing right where the waves met the shore, the water smoothly gliding on the sand. riki scooped some wet sand, combining it with some drier sand to create a ball. he shaped it with the palms of his hand and set them down to form a pile of multiple sand balls.

“what’s tha-“ you questioned riki before he picked one up and threw one at you. the firm sand ball flew its way towards you, crumbling to pieces as it came into contact with your body. riki bursts out laughing as he sees the mundane look you had on your face. “ha ha, ni-ki. you’re like so funny!” you say sarcastically. you try holding your laughter as you watched riki snicker. he walked back towards the other direction to form more sand balls.

while he wasn’t looking, you bent down over, grabbing a portion of sand that was laid out on the beach. you compressed the grains of sand together to form a sand ball yourself. 

“ni-ki!! look over here!!” you called out, having a plan in mind. just as he turned in your direction, you projected the sand ball right at him, hitting him on his arm. “HEY” riki shouted. 

oh you knew you were done for. like deadass, you were DONE for.

you quickly sprinted away from riki as he chased you across the beach. you stepped into the shallow water, trying to catch a hold of your breath while feeling the cool, relaxing sensation the flowing water had that came in contact with your feet. riki had finally caught up, stepping into the water as well. he wrapped his arms around you, tightly embracing you. “try escaping me now” riki said. “NI-KIII, LET ME GOO!!!” you exclaimed, swinging your body from left to right, attempting to escape him. 

you extended your arm, reaching for riki’s waist. you begun tickling him as you two giggle. he uncontrollably laughed at the tickle he felt. he tries pushing you off of him when you playfully nudge him too, not knowing how strong you had pushed him.

riki fell into the water, getting his outfit wet. “YOU THINK I’M THE ONLY ONE FALLING IN?” he said with a big grin on his face. he grabbed your wrist, pulling you down as you made a splash, landing right next to him. you two sat there and died laughing at what had happened. all this bantering was caught on camera for ENGENEs to watch. they adored the bond you and riki had. they’d make edits, compilations, and several posts about ‘y/n-ki’ and the endearing moments you two had.

you got up, slowly running away from riki who still hadn’t gotten up yet. “Y/N HELP ME UP, I CAN’T- Y/N!!” riki yelled. you looked back and tittered at the sight of riki struggling to get up. “hmmmm what about…. no!” you reply. “OKAY SO YOU DON’T LOVE ME ANYMORE” he responded in a sulky tone. he crossed his arms and pouted his lips. “OKAY!!! I GUESS-“ riki continued before you ran towards his direction, finally giving in and helping the poor boy up. “I’LL HELP YOU UP, OKAY? RELAX PRINCESS ARIEL” you teased riki. “whatever, bro” he said, jokingly giving you a side eye.

the sun set as you and riki spent time with each other at the beach, along with the other members. the cameras cut and the staff called it a day, allowing you all to relax and clear your heads before getting back onto the ride home. you both walked a distance far enough for no one to be able to catch sight of you two. you and riki sat on the sand, feet buried in it. you rested your head on his shoulder while you two stare into the horizon before you. “it’s almost just as pretty as you” riki said as he let out a chuckle. “really?” you reply, lifting your head from his shoulder to look him in the eye. “mhm” he said, slightly nodding his head. you smiled and leaned in to give him a peck on the lips. 

the chemistry between the two of you was good, maybe a lil too good. and the fan favorite duo were great friends on and off cam, maybe a lil more than friends too.

[delilahsturniolo]

⟡ ݁₊ welcome to the end of the world! (please leave your sanity at the door.)

𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 . . . four friends: nick, matt, chris, and you—find themselves stuck together at the end of the world, trying to survive a zombie apocalypse with nothing but their wits, a questionable supply of snacks, and zero emotional maturity. you’re just trying to stay alive without losing your mind—or falling for someone on the team.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 . . . mentions/use of weapons, slight violence.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN: THE KEY TO FREEDOM

read other parts here!

they arrive just as the sun disappears, four of them, dressed in mismatched gear. not quite soldiers, not quite raiders. something in between. something worse. because they’re organized. you and the others lie flat on the tower floor, peering through the broken slats. the horde’s still at the base, moaning, reaching. the new arrivals don’t even flinch at the sight of them. “what are they doing?” lana whispers.

nick squints. “scouting. calculating. they’re not here by accident.”

“maybe they saw lana,” matt murmurs. “maybe they’ve been following her this whole time.” your stomach knots. you glance at matt. the line of his jaw. the way he keeps his body angled between you and the edge, like he’s already preparing to shield you from whatever’s coming. he catches you looking. his voice is low. careful. “if things go bad, i need you to run.”

“no.”

“don’t argue with me—”

“then don’t say something stupid,” you hiss. he exhales through his nose. frustrated. scared. not for himself…for you. “i’m not losing you,” he says, voice strained. “not now. not after everything.” you stare at him, heart pounding. “then stop, just trust me.” it’s quiet for a second, just your breathing, just his. then he mutters, “you’re impossible.” you lean closer. “you like that about me.” and for a moment…just a breath, it feels normal. it feels like there isn’t a whole hoard of zombies below you for just a moment. but reality always comes back. one of the men shouts. “up there! we see you!” silence. “come down. hands first. we’re not here to hurt you, unless you make us.” nick lets out a slow, shaky breath. “anyone buying that?”

“not even a little,” chris says. “also, side note, how are they so clean? seriously, who’s their apocalypse stylist?” matt looks to you. “they want something,” he says. “and we’ve got it.”

“what? lana?” you whisper, heart sinking. matt nods. she tenses at the mention. curls up smaller. “no way,” you say firmly. “we’re not handing her over.”

“wasn’t suggesting it,” matt replies, eyes still locked on the people below. “but we should know what kind of fight we’re in for.”

“so we make a choice,” matt says, looking at all of you. “do we hide? fight? run? or try to talk?”

“talking got people killed last time,” nick says bitterly. you meet matt’s eyes. “we hold. until we know more.” he nods. trusts you. doesn’t hesitate. the group below circles tighter.

and then…

they start killing the zombies. one by one. clean shots. organized. quick, making space beneath the tower. a clearing. and something about it is worse than anything else. because it means they’re not afraid, they’re ready. one of them cups his hands and shouts again. “we know you have the girl. she took something. we just want it back. give her up, and we walk away.”

“what did you take?” you ask her gently. her voice is barely there. “a key. from my dad. they killed him. they were looking for it…”

you blink. “a key to what?”

she just shakes her head. “they said it could get them into a place. a bunker. i didn’t believe them.”matt curses under his breath. “they’re hunting her. and if that key is real—”

“then they won’t let us walk away,” you finish.

the world slows.

matt takes your face in his hands. there’s blood on his fingers. dirt on his cheek. but his eyes…god, his eyes are the only thing that feels right anymore. “if this goes south,” he says, “i need you to know i meant every word. i love you. not just in this. not just because of this.” your breath stutters. you reach up and press your forehead to his. “i love you too,” you whisper. “even when you’re bossy.” he huffs a laugh. “especially then.” nick cocks his rifle. “okay. sappy moment over. we’ve got company.” the strangers form a loose semi-circle below. “you have ten seconds,” their leader shouts. “then we come up.” you look at your friends. this weird, broken little family.

nick, eyes sharp, always a comment loaded. chris, trembling but unshakable when it matters. matt, beside you, always beside you. and lana. silent. terrified. strong in ways you can’t begin to understand. you all nod at once. no one runs. no one breaks. and when the ten seconds are up…you stand together at the edge of the tower and stare down at the people below. “you want her?” you shout. “come and try.”

© delilahsturniolo

[write-here-n-now]

Fuzzy Kiwi Head

C.(S). Hyunjin x Idol Reader | WC. 621 | G. Fluff + Comedy | Insp.: Hyunjin's newest look

The year was ending and you were on the fence on whether to begin your year with a new look or to wait and change it up once January had arrived. 

With much inner deliberation as well as discussions with your groupmates, stylists and of course your partner Hyunjin, you decided to head to the salon before the upcoming award shows.

As you walk into your usual salon, your lack of glasses and contacts make the world around you a little fuzzy, so when you’re walking to your usual stylist’s seat you don’t recognize the man you bump into.

“Sorry sir…” you turn, give a small bow of your head, turn back and continue on your way until you hear a familiar voice that halt your steps

“Y/N..?” You turn around, a decent distance away still, and face the man who just recognized you despite your cover up—a fellow colleague perhaps?

You look up to see a taller gentleman, with a striking blond buzzcut, you find yourself squinting because, “hmmm the fellow seems familiar.”

“Yah, Y/Nie! It’s literally ME!” The man exclaims. As he steps closer, you find yourself gobsmacked at not only failing to recognize your boyfriend but also at how his previous long black locks were now chopped into a highly flattering buzzcut?!

“You should always bring your glasses when you go out,” he chuckles out, now in perfect distance for you to really take in his new look.

“...waiiiittt…. you had black hair this morning,, we were literally on Facetime!” you point out, eyes narrowed in confusion. 

“Babe.. look around you,” he gestures. “We’re in a salon,” he explains, shaking his head at your confusion, still finding it cute nonetheless. "I just finished up" 

“Oh..riiigghht.”

Reaching up, you run a hand over his head, the soft hair ending abruptly, you had a lot of getting used to but who were you to complain when he looked absolutely striking.

“You like it..?” he questions, letting you run your hand over the hair.

“It's like…” you ponder, the softness resembled something you knew you had felt before. “....like a pipe cleaner…”

“A what?”

“Mmhmm, yeessss soft like a pipe cleaner,” you muse still rubbing your hand over cut. 

“You’re joking right..?” Who compares hair to an arts and craft item? “A pipe cleaner, really?”

“Yes! Its exactly how a pipe cleaner feels like, “ you’re trying to articulate your analysis but your boyfriend just gives you a side eye. “You know? Like those colourful one but if you had like a bunch of them in a sheet.”

He just rolls his eyes at you trying your best to explain. Here he thought it was gonna be a sweet moment but he was just being compared to something children make caterpillars out of, even comparing him to a little Kiwi would’ve been better but no, pipe cleaner. 

“Ok ok.” He holds your wrist away from his head, he had to go and he knew the stylists were definitely staring at two of you. “I’m gonna go, I have schedules but have a good appointment, hmm.”

He gives you a quick little kiss to the forehead, before turning you by your shoulders and gently pushing you towards the direction of stylist who had been watching the two of you with a teasing smile—ah young love!

Before you fully go, you turn back to give him a peck on the cheek.

“I’ll send a picture when it’s done.”

“You better.”

“Bye bye fuzzy head,” you giggle before rushing to your seat.

He breaths in, lips a thin line—at least you didn’t refer to him “pipe cleaner head”.

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“Y/N! Did you really save my contact as ‘fuzzy pipe cleaner boi’?!?”

“...ummmmm…”

[snalsupremacy]

Why this is my favorite panel in hgsn

Hgsn has some incredible art and page composition, but out of the entire manga so far, to me this is the best panel of them all. Hell, this might be my favorite panel of any manga ever. (Note: Due to respecting the scanlator's wishes, I blanked out the dialogue and replaced all necessary dialogue with the official English source)

1- Build-up

Before I get to the panel itself, lets first talk about the pages before: For context, this is in chapter 2. Yoshiki has just found out about "Hikaru", and its trying to adjust to this new reality. As they walk from school to Yoshiki's house, Yoshiki asks him if he killed Hikaru. This is how the previous two pages look like:

Notice how the half shading effect is done in hatch marks. This is the first sign the all-black shading is a stylistic choice used to convey something.

Look at the balance the two pages form when you put them together: half white, half black, half black, half white. They compliment each other, both in color balance and in panel shape.

We have to turn the page to hear Hikaru's answer to Yoshiki's question. This gives the control of the narrative back to the viewer. This creates tension and build-up to it, it is a common tactic famously employed by Junji Ito in his famous "page-turner" moments where the viewer has to turn the page to see the monster. Except in this instance we are not revealing monsters, or are we?

2- The page

I'm not gonna get into too much detail on the page itself, I just want to point out the juxtaposition between the page composition of this page and the previous two. The last two were balanced and had all the panels closed while this one is much more liberal, bringing a feeling of unbalance, like something just shifted. I'd say the black and white balance is still there, with the Hikaru on white and Yoshiki on black panel side by side and all, which actually brings me to my next point:

3- Black and White

Honestly this could be an entire analysis post of itself, where do I even start?! Let's go from the very beginning. This is the very first time we learn of "Hikaru" :

Notice how the panel is colored black. In fact, throughout the story, we see black panels being spoken by "Hikaru", usually right before he does something unnatural:

And here are the only two instances we see of the Brain-snatcher's true form:

• He's literally a black blob, just like the text bubbles! And now combine that with Hikaru's white hair, and the fact his name means to be bright, and what's the brightest color but white, and there is a clear color symbolism going on:

Hikaru=White

"Hikaru"=Black

4-The Panel

And now we're back to the original panel! Taking all the other points in mind, we can analyze the panel itself

First, his expression. My G-d, his expression! His raised eyebrows and his squinted eyes, making his pupils way larger, make the expression seem almost childish and pitiful. But the half black-out face turns this pity look to an ominous one. Not being able to see the face or having your face obstructed is easy path into the uncanny valley, which I think is the case for this scene. Immediately 180 from "aww the poor guy" to "what is he hiding?"

The white panel says "I like you" while the black panel says "I'm crazy for you". HOWEVER, The white bubble is by the black side of his face and the black bubble is by the white side of his face. So which Hikaru is saying that? Is "Hikaru" crazy for Yoshiki, while Hikaru just liked him, or the other way around? Did the original Hikaru ever love Yoshiki, or is that the monster's feelings? Well we don't know! That's the premise of the whole manga! In one panel!

And that's why it's my favorite :)

[n0vation]

You weren't here,I really miss you. Mitsuya x reader

ㄨSUMMARY: He doesn't have the same face syndrome , it's just your face that's stuck into his mind.

ㄨ╰┈➤ˎˊ˗PAIRING: Mitsuya x fem!reader / Fluff/ Light Angst

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ TAGS/WARNINGS: Fluff, light angst, spoilers for time skip.

Thank you anon for this request!<3. Sorry if it disappoints you!

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Mitsuya who always requests a mannequin with the same features for his favorite pieces. It's getting to a point where the new employees are told to search for a (h/c) girl. Same eyes, same height, same smile. So sometimes, between the flash of the camera, he sees her.

The stylist look around, Takashi's masterpieces pinned all over the walls.

"It's always the same" he states loudly for himself. It caught Mitsuya's attention.

"That's different clothes."

"The mannequin."

"What about them?"

"Ohh, I get it. You got a crush on her." He says, making Mitsuya frown.

"I can arrange something for you." He waves dismissively. He doesn't want a copy.He needs the original.

Mitsuya who have to fix a dress on one of the model that got changed last minute.

He grabs needles, measuring tape, scissor and all. Entering the room in silence, he immediately notices how the dress falls too much on one side. He kneels down, grabbing the fabric and folding it before putting a needle to hold it.

"I had expected more than just a brief smile Taka." You said, watching his head raise slowly toward you. His lips barely holding anymore the needles he held. He thought it was the coffee or something, mixing your face and a model's one. But the "Taka" was unmistakable.

"You're gonna walk?"

"What else could I do?" You chuckled while he got up watching the result. It needs more adjusting on the waist. He comes back closer, grabbing the fabric as you watch him. He notices his fingers shaking a bit from having such a shy touch over his own work. No, you were the masterpiece here. At least for him. He slides the first needle on it, extracting a small back off of you.

"Did I hurt you?" He said, more concerned about you than the way his talent seemed to fade when facing you.He wanted to see what he had done, but he forbade himself to touch you. Or maybe it was too bold for him, too much to handle.

"A bit." You said, watching his shaky fingers graze over your skin. You smile, admiring his concentrated face from the top. The way he still enrolls the measuring tape around his left wrist like he used to do when you were teenagers. When his skills were for Toman. You hold a laugh when he squints his eyes behind his glasses, especially when seen from above. His eyes never daring to leave the fabric. It was only his work or his fingers.

"So you started to model around here too?"He said, trying to launch an awkward conversation. You just answered briefly, wanting him to talk. He keeps talking about you, how things have changed.

"You know, you weren't here and I really miss you..." Poor words coming from the bottom of his heart. The other got stuck in his throat. You smile, out of word, feeling like the clothes started to shrink around your lungs, out of breath.

Mitsuya who watches his show from apart. His? It's yours now. The best show he could dream of. He takes notice of all the photographs here. He doesn't want to miss any of your appearance, he needs all the angles. He needs all the frame possible. He needs so much so he can take away all the copies on his office's wall and finally put the original.

[nickistuffs]

Learning new things together

Pairing: Harry x Designer reader (curvy or plus size whatever you feel they should look like. This is my preference 😌)

Summary: A night of laughter, billiards, and heartfelt moments with Harry

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: None. just fluff

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Harry called you last minute for dinner at a restaurant he’d been excited for you to try, and now here you were, standing in front of your mirror, debating which outfit best suited the occasion. As you held up options and analyzed yourself in the reflection, the doorbell suddenly rang. Glancing at the clock, you frowned—Harry was early.

Opening the door in your soft blue pajamas, you stared at him in disbelief. “Why are you already here?” you asked, baffled at his uncharacteristic punctuality.

Harry leaned against the doorframe, a playful grin spreading across his face as he took in your attire. “Didn’t realize we were having a sleepover, Y/N,” he teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms. “Haha, very funny. But seriously, why are you so early? You could’ve texted me before showing up.”

“I did get us a reservation,” Harry explained, stepping inside, “but it’s gonna take a couple of hours. Thought we could do something fun before dinner.”

Your curiosity piqued. “Oh? What do you have in mind, H?”

He smirked, clearly enjoying keeping you in suspense. “That’s a surprise. But as much as I love the whole pajama look you’ve got going on, I don’t think it’s gonna fly at the place I’m taking you.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, loser,” you muttered, shaking your head as you disappeared into your room. Emerging a few minutes later, you held up two outfits in your hands. “Alright, my personal stylist—which one’s better?”

“Oh, this one is casual and cute but still chic,” Harry said, pointing to one of the outfits. “Go on, don’t take too long, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and disappeared into your bedroom to change. A few minutes later, you stepped out, now dressed in the chosen outfit, holding a soft rose-colored lip gloss in hand. Facing the mirror, you carefully applied it, pursing your lips and smacking them together to blend the color evenly.

Behind you, Harry leaned casually against the doorway, his eyes locked on your reflection. He was utterly enamored. There was something so captivating about the simplicity of the moment—just you putting on lip gloss—and yet it made his heart flutter.

“Are you ready?” Harry asked softly, his voice warm as he continued to gaze at you, his expression gentle.

Looking at him through the mirror, you smiled and gave a small nod. “Yup,” you replied, the "p" popping, as you turned to grab your bag. Harry chuckled, shaking his head at how effortlessly adorable you were.

...

Once you were ready, Harry led you out to his car, opening the passenger door for you with a playful bow. “Your chariot awaits, my lady,” he teased, earning an amused eye roll from you.

“Thank you, kind sir,” you replied, playing along as you settled into the seat.

Harry got into the driver’s side and started the car, soft music playing in the background as the two of you pulled onto the road. The initial silence was comfortable, but it didn’t take long for the gentle banter to begin.

“So, are you finally going to tell me where we’re going, or is this a secret until we get there?” you asked, glancing over at him.

Harry smirked, keeping his eyes on the road. “A surprise is more fun, don’t you think?”

“Depends. If this is your plan to ‘murder me’ kind of deal, I’m jumping out of this car right now.”

He laughed, the sound rich and warm. “Noted. No murdering schemes. But I promise it’s something you’ll enjoy.”

You squinted at him suspiciously. “I’ll hold you to that. So, what made you decide to be early tonight? You’re usually on time... well, not this early.”

Harry shrugged, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. “Felt like surprising you. And I figured you might take forever to get ready.”

“Forever?” you exclaimed, pretending to be offended. “I was ready in record time, thank you very much.”

“Oh, sure,” he teased, glancing at you briefly. “That lip gloss application was lightning fast.”

You smacked his arm lightly, laughing. “Don’t mock the process, Styles.”

He grinned, the corners of his eyes crinkling in that charming way that made your heart flutter. “I wouldn’t dare.”

The banter continued, shifting from the perils of being ‘fashionably late’ to a heated debate about Which bakery in the city had the best pastries. Time seemed to fly as the conversation flowed effortlessly, punctuated by shared laughter and playful jabs.

When the car slowed to a stop at the destination, you realized you hadn’t even noticed the drive. Harry’s company made everything feel light and easy like you could talk to him about anything and never get bored.

…

When the car finally came to a stop, you glanced out the window, squinting at the neon sign glowing above the entrance. “Ohh, a billiards bar?” you said, the surprise evident in your voice as you turned to Harry.

“Not just any billiards bar,” Harry said, grinning as he unbuckled his seatbelt. “This place is legendary. Great vibes, decent music, and I may or may not have had my fair share of victories here.”

You raised an eyebrow, unbuckling your seatbelt as well. “Victories, huh? So, are you challenging me already, Styles?”

He stepped out of the car and moved to your side, opening the door for you. “Oh, absolutely. But don’t worry—I’ll go easy on you. Beginner’s luck and all that.”

You laughed as you got out, straightening your top. “Who said I’m a beginner? I could be a billiards prodigy for all you know.”

Harry smirked, locking the car as the two of you walked toward the entrance. “Alright, then. I guess I’ll have to take this seriously.”

…

Inside, the place was alive with energy. The sound of clinking pool balls mixed with the low hum of conversation and the occasional cheer from a winning shot. Dim lighting, a jukebox in the corner playing a classic rock tune, and the faint scent of wood polish gave the place a cosy, retro vibe.

You both ordered a cocktail to start the night, Harry led you to an empty table in the corner, grabbing a couple of cues from the rack on the wall. He handed one to you with a sly smile. “Alright, let’s see what you’ve got.”

You took the cue, twirling it as you inspected the table. “Alright, Styles. Don’t cry when I destroy you.”

He chuckled, leaning casually against the table. “Big words. Let’s see if you can back them up.”

The game started lightheartedly, with Harry explaining a few basics and showing off his skills. But as soon as it was your turn, you sunk three balls in a row, leaving him slack-jawed at you.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he said, holding a hand to pause the game. “Are you actually hustling me right now?”

You smirked, lining up your next shot. “I told you, I’m not a beginner.”

Harry laughed, shaking his head. “Alright, Y/N. Game on.”

The rest of the game was filled with laughter and competitive banter. Harry, determined not to lose, pulled out all the stops, even playfully trying to distract you with commentary and exaggerated moves. Despite his antics, you held your own, the friendly rivalry making the evening even more fun.

As he was concentrating on the ball to hit you looked at him under the harsh fluorescent light, you see his brows furrowed and as he was about to hit the ball he poked his tongue out. Adorable god you can’t believe you’re here with him.

…

The game started with a mix of playful banter and a fair amount of determination from both sides. Harry had quickly taken the lead, his confidence evident in the way he lined up each shot with ease. You, on the other hand, were holding your own but quickly realized that Harry had a few tricks up his sleeve.

"Alright, pro," you teased after his third ball sank into a pocket, "you gonna give me a chance, or are you trying to hustle me now?"

He chuckled, leaning casually on his cue stick. "Hustle you? Please, I’m being nice."

You rolled your eyes, lining up for your next shot. The cue ball cracked against the solid yellow, sending it wobbling dangerously close to a corner pocket before missing entirely. Groaning, you straightened up. "Okay, maybe you should hustle me. Clearly, I need the lesson."

Harry grinned, setting his cue aside and walking over to you. "Alright, let me help you out. Can’t have you going easy on me next round."

Before you could protest, he was standing behind you, his hands gently resting over yours as you held the cue. His warmth was impossible to ignore, and your heart skipped as his voice dropped, soft and instructive.

"First off, your aim’s not bad, but your stance could use some work," he said, nudging your feet apart with his own. "There. Now, grip the cue a little lighter—don’t strangle it."

You followed his instructions, your breath hitching when he adjusted your grip with his hands, his touch steady but gentle.

"Now, look straight at the ball you’re aiming for. See that angle? You want the cue ball to hit it right about there," he said, leaning in closer to point. His voice was calm and reassuring, and you couldn’t help but glance up at him.

"Got it," you murmured, though you weren’t sure if you were talking about the shot or the fact that his presence was completely distracting.

"Good. Now take the shot, nice and smooth."

You exhaled and focused, pulling the cue back slowly before sending it forward. The satisfying crack of the cue ball hitting the target ball echoed, and you both watched as it rolled perfectly into the corner pocket.

"Yes!" you cheered, spinning around to face him. "Finally!"

Harry laughed, stepping back but not without giving your shoulder a playful squeeze. "See? Told you you had it in you."

"Only because you helped," you said, grinning.

"Hey, teamwork makes the dream work," he replied, his dimpled smile lighting up his face.

As the game went on, Harry continued to help you, pointing out angles, correcting your form, and cracking jokes that had you laughing between shots. By the end, the score was close—closer than you’d expected.

When Harry narrowly won, he leaned on his cue stick, still catching his breath from laughing at your exaggerated “angry loser” act. "You’re better than I expected," he said, his eyes warm with admiration.

"And you’re just as competitive as I expected," you shot back, nudging him playfully.

His grin widened, dimples in full view. "I had to win. My pride was on the line."

"Well, congratulations, then," you said, setting your cue aside with a mock bow. "But don’t get too comfortable. Next round, I’m taking you down."

"Next round?" he asked, tilting his head, his voice light but his eyes sparkling with hope.

You brushed a strand of hair from your face, your smile matching his. "Yeah, next round."

"Alright," he said, his tone playful but sincere. "Next round, I’ll even let you win… maybe."

"Don’t you dare," you shot back, laughing as you both began setting up for the next game, the warmth of the moment lingering between you.

Taking a break from playing billiards, you and Harry sat at a small, cosy corner table in the bar, sipping on colorful cocktails. The laughter and easy banter from your game lingered, adding warmth to the air between you.

Harry leaned back in his chair, a soft smile on his face as he watched you take a sip of your drink. “You know,” he said, swirling the ice in his glass, “you really gave me a run for my money back there. I almost thought you’d actually beat me.”

You grinned, setting your glass down. “Almost? Harry, I was one lucky shot away from making you cry.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Sure, keep telling yourself that. I’ll just remind you who walked away with the win tonight.”

Before you could come up with a witty retort, Harry’s phone buzzed on the table. He glanced at the screen, his expression shifting slightly as he read the notification.

“Looks like our dinner reservation’s coming up,” he said, setting the phone down and meeting your eyes with a sheepish grin. “I hope you’ve still got room after those snacks we had earlier.”

He chuckled and stood, offering you his hand. “Come on, let’s see if I can keep this streak of impressing you going.”

You took his hand, the warmth of his palm sending a small flutter through you as he helped you up. Together, you walked out of the bar, the evening air crisp but not too cold, the city lights glowing softly around you.

The restaurant he’d chosen was tucked into a quiet street, its glowing sign and warm, candlelit interior immediately setting the tone for something intimate and thoughtful. As the host led you to your table, you couldn’t help but glance at Harry, who seemed oddly proud of himself.

“Alright, I’ll admit it,” you said as you took your seat. “This place is… impressive.”

“Good,” he said, sitting across from you and leaning back in his chair, his confidence still shining through. “I was hoping you’d like it.”

...

You were both scanning the menu, the soft candlelight flickering between you. As your eyes trailed over the prices, your expression shifted slightly. The dishes looked exquisite, but the numbers next to them made you hesitate. Sure, you could afford it, but fancy restaurants like this weren’t exactly your usual scene.

Harry noticed almost instantly. With a gentle nudge of his foot against yours under the table, he broke your concentration.

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice warm and reassuring. “Don’t worry, it’s my treat. I did invite you to dinner, after all.”

You looked up at him, his easygoing smile instantly putting you at ease. There was no judgment, no expectation—just genuine kindness.

Still, you couldn’t help but want to contribute in some way. Smiling, you said, “At least let me buy us dessert.”

Harry’s grin widened, his dimples making a charming appearance as he leaned back in his chair. “Deal,” he said, his tone light and playful. “But only if you let me pick what we’re getting.”

“Fine,” you replied, laughing softly. “But if you pick something terrible, I’m taking that back.”

He chuckled, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “Fair enough.”

As you both returned to the menu, the initial nervousness melted away, replaced by the warmth of shared smiles and the growing comfort between you.

...

As the waiter walked away with your orders, you and Harry sat back, the soft hum of conversations and gentle clinking of silverware filling the cozy space around you. The atmosphere between you was relaxed, the kind that made it easy to slip into playful banter.

Harry rested his chin on his hand, his elbow propped casually on the table. “So,” he began with a teasing smirk, “what’s your strategy for dessert? Are you going to go classic or adventurous?”

You laughed, leaning forward slightly. “Oh, I’m absolutely going adventurous. If I’m letting you pick, I’m going to make sure you’ve got good taste in more than just restaurants.”

“Good taste? Have you seen who I’m having dinner with?” he shot back, grinning.

You felt a faint blush creep up your cheeks but decided to play it cool, meeting his grin with one of your own. “Flattery will only get you so far, Styles. But nice try.”

He chuckled, drumming his fingers lightly on the table. “Alright, fine. But let’s be real—you seem like you’re used to being treated well. I bet your past boyfriends had to step up their game to keep up with you.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the comment. A sheepish smile spread across your face as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Funny you should say that… because there haven’t been any.”

Harry’s brows shot up, genuine surprise flickering across his face. “Wait, none? You’re telling me you’ve never been in a relationship?”

You shrugged, a small laugh escaping. “What can I say? I’ve just never found the right person—or maybe I’m too picky. Or, you know, I’ve been busy walking my neighbor’s dogs and losing at billiards.”

He tilted his head, studying you for a moment, his expression softening. “Honestly, I don’t get it. You’re smart, funny, and clearly a good sport when you lose—”

“Hey,” you interrupted with mock indignation, making him laugh.

“—and you’ve got this energy about you that makes people want to stick around,” he continued, his tone genuine now. “Anyone would be lucky to call you their girlfriend.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, and for a moment, you were grateful the dim lighting probably hid the color rising in your cheeks. “Thanks,” you said softly, your voice carrying a mix of shyness and sincerity. “That means a lot, coming from you.”

Harry smiled, his dimples making another appearance. “Just telling the truth.”

Before either of you could say more, the waiter returned with your drinks, breaking the moment but leaving a warmth between you that lingered as the conversation naturally shifted to lighter topics. By the time the food arrived, you both were laughing again, but the exchange still hung in the back of your mind—a reminder that this night was turning into something more meaningful than you’d expected.

As the plates were cleared and the conversation wound down, you both leaned back in your chairs, a comfortable silence settling over the table. Harry swirled the last of his drink in his glass while you busied yourself with your phone, an idea forming in your mind.

You glanced at him, a small smile tugging at your lips as you scrolled. “Gelato’s nice and all,” you said casually, your tone teasing, “but have you ever had bingsu?”

Harry raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Bingsu? Can’t say I have. What is it?”

“It’s like shaved ice, but better,” you said, excitement creeping into your voice. “It’s fluffy, sweet, and they pile it up with toppings—fruit, condensed milk, red bean, whatever you want. Way better than plain old gelato.”

He chuckled, leaning forward slightly. “Better than gelato? That’s a bold claim. You know I’ve spent a lot of time in Italy, right? Gelato’s kind of sacred.”

“Trust me,” you said, holding up your phone triumphantly. “I’m about to convert you. There’s a place just a few blocks from here that’s supposed to be amazing.”

Harry grinned, clearly enjoying your enthusiasm. “Alright, I’m in. But if it doesn’t live up to the hype, you’re officially banned from insulting gelato ever again.”

“Deal,” you said with a laugh, slipping your phone back into your bag as the waiter approached with the check.

Harry reached for the bill without hesitation, but you leaned over, protesting. “Hey, I said I’d at least get dessert!”

“This isn’t dessert,” he said smoothly, handing over his card with a cheeky grin. “This is dinner. Dessert is your department, remember?”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help smiling. “Fine. But I’m picking the most extravagant bingsu on the menu.”

“Good,” he said, standing and holding out his hand to help you up. “I’m expecting nothing less.”

As the two of you strolled out into the cool evening air, you led the way to the small café, the excitement bubbling in you. The city lights glimmered around you, the streets quieter now but still alive with a gentle energy.

When you arrived at the café, its warm, inviting glow immediately drew you in. The menu displayed colorful photos of towering bingsu creations, and you could already see Harry’s curiosity growing.

“You weren’t kidding,” he said, scanning the options. “This is next-level.”

“Pick whatever catches your eye,” you said, nudging him playfully. “But I’m warning you—if you go for the chocolate one, you’re missing the real experience.”

Harry smirked, leaning closer to the menu. “Alright, I trust you. You’re the expert. Surprise me.”

With a grin, you ordered a classic strawberry bingsu, complete with fresh fruit, sweet syrup, and a drizzle of condensed milk. When it arrived, the mountain of fluffy shaved ice and vibrant toppings looked like something out of a dream.

Harry stared at it, impressed. “Okay, I’ll admit, it looks amazing.”

“Wait until you taste it,” you said, handing him a spoon. “But don’t eat too fast, or you’ll get brain freeze.”

As you both dug in, Harry’s eyes widened at the first bite. “Alright, you win,” he said, laughing. “This is incredible. Gelato’s got some competition.”

“See?” you said smugly, taking a bite of your own. “Told you.”

The two of you shared the dessert, trading bites and laughing when Harry inevitably ate too fast and winced from the cold. It was a small moment, but one that felt bigger—an easy, shared joy that made the night even sweeter.

...

Leaving the café, you both agreed a short stroll would be perfect to get the digestion moving. The night air was crisp but pleasant, and the gentle glow of streetlights illuminated the path ahead as your footsteps fell into an easy rhythm.

Conversation flowed naturally, weaving between topics like threads in a tapestry. Harry told you a story about his childhood—something about a particularly disastrous attempt at baking with his sister—and you laughed so hard you had to stop walking for a moment to catch your breath. In return, you shared a memory of your own, painting a vivid picture of your younger self that had Harry grinning ear to ear.

From there, the conversation shifted to your current lives—work, hobbies, even the little mundane things that you didn’t realize could feel so interesting when shared with him. He listened intently, his eyes sparkling with genuine curiosity, and you found yourself surprised by how easy it was to open up.

As you passed a quiet park, Harry slowed his pace, glancing at you with a soft smile. “Y/N,” he said, his voice thoughtful, “you’re so easy to talk to. It’s like… I don’t have to think too hard about what I say or how I say it. I’m just—comfortable.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you smiled back, warmth spreading through your chest. “I feel the same,” you admitted, tucking your hands into your jacket pockets. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a conversation that just… flows, you know?”

He nodded, his expression growing even softer. “I’m really happy I met you.”

You glanced at him, your smile widening. “Me too. Tonight’s been… really nice.”

Harry chuckled, brushing his hand through his hair. “Nice is an understatement. I think tonight’s been one for the books.”

As you continued walking, the silence between you was no longer empty—it was full of unspoken understanding, the kind that comes when two people feel truly seen. The night seemed to stretch endlessly ahead, and you weren’t in any rush to get to the next moment for the first time in a long while. This one was perfect just as it was.

...

Can’t wait for the next one I have in store!

[riordanness]

tolerate it — [p.mellark]

wordcount: 3.9K

warnings: slight death mentions, but bro it’s the hunger games what did you reallllllly expect

requested: yes!! @ornellastreet <33

I didn’t think it was possible for my mood to get worse after being reaped, but hearing his name called out over the loudspeaker definitely made me feel like hitting something.

“Peeta Mellark!” The chipper lady, Effie, is way over the top about all this. I mean, I get that it’s her job and all, but we’re kids, fighting to the death. We aren’t lottery winners or something.

I watch as the all too familiar blond boy’s face goes pale, then stare as he slowly makes his way towards the platform, toward me. He doesn’t look me in the eyes at first, just simply takes his place beside Effie.

“We have our tributes!” Effie squeals excitedly. “Now, shake hands, you two.”

Great. I clench my jaw as I hold my hand out to Peeta. He hesitates for just a second, but when he sees my expression, he quickly shakes my hand.

“Excellent!” Effie claps, and I feel the ridiculous urge to slap her wig off.

“Come along, both of you.” Effie waves us into the back rooms of the Justice Building. As I follow her and Peeta, I glance back over my shoulder, at what is probably my last look at home.

I sit beside Peeta, my fingers tracing the soft blue velvet of the couches in this ridiculously extravagant train car. I stare out the window, watching the world flash by faster and faster, till I get dizzy and have to stop. Then I stare at the floor.

Every part of me is aware of the boy only a few inches away. If I leaned even slightly, I would be brushing shoulders with him.

After noticing this, I quickly lean the other direction. I rest my hot forehead against the cool glass window, close my eyes, and try to pretend this is all a dream.

“Well, well, well.” A drawling male voice comes from somewhere above me, and I wake with a start. I must’ve fallen asleep in my chair, which almost impresses me because I was sure I’d been too scared to sleep.

I squint up and recognise Haymitch, the only living victor of District Twelve. He had a glass of alcohol in his left hand, and is waving the other hand at me. “Up, up!” he insists.

I get to my feet uncertainly, glancing around for a sign of Peeta.

“The boy’s already gone,” Haymitch says. “We’re arrived.”

“Arrived?” I ask. “Where?”

He spreads his hands, like ‘are you stupid?’. “The Capitol, sweetheart. Now come on. Everyone’s waiting for you.”

Honestly? It wasn’t how I’d pictured it. I haven’t ever seen much of the Capitol, but the image in my head was way off. Everything was way more extravagant and expensive and ridiculous than I could ever have imagined.

We’ve been here almost two days now. Last night was the parade, where me and Peeta were basically lit on fire and forced to hold hands while all the Capitol citizens stared at us like we were circus animals. I hated every second of it.

I stand now in my room, on Floor 12 of this stupid tribute apartment complex. I stare out the windows, watching the Capitol go by. My fingers fidget with the satin sleeve of my new top, the most fancy thing I’ve worn to date.

I glance at the clock on the wall, and remember I’d better get going to dinner. Effie, Haymitch, Peeta, and apparently our stylists will all be waiting for me.

I hurry.

At the table, I’m forced to sit beside Peeta, much to my annoyance. He leaves me alone, though, which is more than I can say about Effie, who is peppering me with questions. I answer as little as I can, refusing to give this woman any information worth hearing.

“So.” My stylist, Cinna, gives me a smile. He’s nicer than I thought any Capitol people were capable of, but I didn’t exactly like him, not yet. “Ready for your interview tomorrow?”

“No.”

“I have your outfit ready to go. You’ll prepare with Haymitch and Effie all day, till four, then you’re mine. I’ll make you gorgeous.”

“Okay.”

Effie makes an exasperated sound in her throat. “Can’t you just try to be excited?”

I stare at her, dumbfounded. I can’t believe this. “What, excited to die?” I fake an extremely over exaggerated smile. “I can’t wait!”

Peeta kind of laughs, then immediately tries to hide it with a cough and a glass of water.

I ignore him. I’ve become pretty good at that.

Haymitch smirks. Effie sighs. Cinna gives me a knowing little wink, and Peeta’s stylist, Portia, doesn’t look at me.

I sigh and shove my chair from the table. “Night,” I announce, and storm to my room. I collapse instantly into my bed, curl into a ball, and let the tears come. I fall asleep like that, crying for home, for safety, for comfort.

The next morning, I’m woken by Effie’s ridiculous ‘It’s going to be a big, big, big day!’ The entire day sucks from that point onwards.

Both Haymitch and Effie are at their wits ends with what to do with me during my interview.

Effie has me first, and for the first hour, she keeps her optimistic outlook on my potential. Two sarcastic words from me and fifty-seven minutes later, she looks ready to wring my neck then and there. She hands me over to Haymitch looking ready to cry. I have a tiny bit of satisfaction from that, I’ll admit.

Haymitch looks, I don’t know, preoccupied, the entire of our session. Everytime I say anything, he seems almost jumpy. Eventually I give up and sit there in silence until he lets me go. I have a shower per Cinna’s instructions and wait for him in my room.

I have to admit, Cinna is a genius. His handiwork is incredible. I stand in front of the mirror and smooth my skirts, a hint of my smile on my face.

Luxurious clothing, especially dresses, were never something I even thought of back in Twelve. But it felt pretty damn good to wear one.

The dress is gold, with little pockets of white and yellow and orange and red and silver and black, like fire. When I move, it’s almost like flames are flicking over me.

“This is amazing, Cinna,” I tell him. “Thank you for making me feel pretty tonight.”

Cinna gives me a hug, and a kiss on the forehead. “I’m not allowed to bet,” he says in reply, “but if I could, I’d bet on you.”

This time, I really do smile.

I officially want to die then and there the instant I’m up on that brightly lit stage. I have no idea what to say, or how to act, and I fumble my way through the entire interview. Even Caesar Flickerman, who never seems to run out of funny things to say; who always knows how to keep the conversation flowing effortlessly, is at his wits end with me. It seems to be my only talent; making people exasperated at me.

I leave the stage to the quietest round of applause the world has ever known.

I pass Peeta in the hall, and he gives me the smallest look of acknowledgement. I wish we could just stop pretending to be friends. Nothing has ever hurt me as much as Peeta Mellark has, and I don’t know how to forgive him for it. There’s a tiny part of me that’s almost glad we're going into the Hunger Games. No matter how it goes, I won’t ever have to deal with Peeta again after this.

I go to stand beside Haymitch and Effie, and prepare to watch Peeta’s interview. I wonder what he will talk about.

I kind of feel annoyed at him the longer the interaction goes on. He and Caesar bounce effortlessly off each other, talking and joking about… showers? Anyway, the crowd seems to love it.

Then, everything changes.

Caesar leans in to Peeta conspiratorially. “So, Peeta,” he says in a whisper, but directly into the microphone of course. “Is there a special girl back home?”

“Uh, yeah, Caesar, there is.” Peeta looks a little red at the confession.

I have to resist the urge to roll my eyes. We’re about to be slaughtered, and they’re discussing crushes? How ridiculous is that?

“Oh do tell.” Caesar sounds more like a teenage girl than a grown man. “We’d love to hear about her.”

Peeta clears his throat, and looks uncomfortably at the cameras. From my position inside, it’s like he’s staring right at me.

I quickly look away.

“Well,” Peeta begins, “she’s amazing. She’s one of the best people I’ve ever known, and I stuffed it up with her once. I’ve never forgiven myself for that.”

I glance at the screen uncertainly.

Peeta stares right back out at me. “I’m sorry for what I did. I want to do everything in my power to fix it. I promise. I love you.”

Caesar makes a squealing noise. “How adorable!” he exclaims. “You’ll have to get back to District 12 and she’ll have to forgive you.”

Peeta laughs uncomfortably. “That wouldn’t work, in my case.”

“And why not?”

“Because…” Peeta shifts in his seat. “Because she came here with me.”

I remember very little of the aftermath of Peeta’s comment. I know a flash of fury, disbelief, and shock ran through me at once. I know I dashed off to my room. I know I got out of my insane getup and collapsed into bed. I know I wanted to hit Peeta Mellark for that comment.

But after that, I know nothing.

I wake the next morning feeling sick to my stomach. I have a headache, my body feels stiff, and I’m still irrationally angry at Peeta. Well, it’s not irrational. It’s perfectly fine to hate him for what he did. And ‘apologising’ on live tv? It was like a sick joke.

I slowly get dressed in comfy pants and a loose, light blue blouse. I tie my hair up in a ponytail, and head for breakfast.

Everyone else is already there, But I ignore them all, pile my plate with as much food as I can, and sit myself down on the floor as far as possible from Peeta.

Effie huffs. “Good morning to you too, young lady.”

I answer by shoving a bread roll into my mouth whole.

“Ugh!” Effie is more than annoyed with me, but when I catch Haymitch’s eye by accident, he has a small smirk playing at his mouth, so I figure it’s not all bad.

“Hey, y/n,” Peeta tries.

I don’t reply, don’t even acknowledge him. I’m still so angry, so hurt from all those months ago. His words from back then mix with the ones from last night in my head, giving me a headache to match my heartbreak.

“You’re not… I’m sorry… I stuffed up… she’s amazing… I don’t want to… she came here with me… you mean nothing to me… not like that, y/n… I love you…”

I squeeze my eyes shut tight, trying to block it all out. All the memories.

It was a dark, depressing day. The weather sucked, but I guess that just meant it matched the rest of District Twelve.

I was heading home after school, and trying to work up my courage to do something I’d wanted to do for years.

I was going to tell Peeta Mellark that I loved him.

Everyone knew where he lived. The bakery was a pretty, inviting little place. The window was always filled with cakes, all decorated by Peeta himself.

I skipped up the front steps, knocking twice quickly on the dark blue painted door.

A woman answered, Peeta’s mother. “Hello.”

“Hi!” I pretended not to notice her quick glance at my less-than-clean dress, or my coal-covered boots and hair. I knew I wasn't as rich as their family. I wasn’t ashamed, but her look made me sad.

“I’m here to see Peeta,” I told her.

“Ah.” She narrowed her eyes at me, then disappeared. I hear hushed voices, but don’t try to listen in on the conversation.

I just stood there and waited. Soon, Peeta appeared in the doorway. “Hey, y/n,” he says uncertainly.

“Hey.” I decided to just say it—get it over with as quickly as possible. “I like you, Peeta. Like, like, like you.”

Peeta blinked at me, stunned. “You… oh.”

I chewed my lip, suddenly feeling like this was a horrible, horrible mistake. I shouldn’t have come. I should’ve just pretended I wasn’t in love with him.

Peeta’s eyes looked conflicted, hurt, despairing. But his words, and his tone, are as hard and cold as ice. “I don’t like you. Not like that, y/n. You… you’re not… anything to me. Just a friend, an acquaintance even. You’re worth nothing to me behind that.”

I physically felt the pain of my heart breaking. I wanted to cry, run, hit something.

“Oh.” I managed. “That’s… that’s cool.” I turned on my heel and ran all the way home.

It’s been over a year since Peeta Mellark broke my heart, and I’ve never gotten over it. Even now, eating my breakfast, knowing we are both probably likely to die in the arena, I still can’t find it in myself to forgive him.

I don’t believe his little stunt last night. It was for the cameras, to make a statement and gain sponsors. He doesn’t love me. He made that pretty damn clear a year ago.

I slam my plate on the ground so hard it cracks in two. A mute, red-haired girl rushes over to help me clean it. I apologise to her, but I can’t stay in this room for a moment longer. I feel trapped, like I can’t breathe.

I find my way to an out of the way part of our complex, sitting against the wall in a little window alcove. I’m overlooking the Capitol central, the citizens milling about in their celebratory days before the Hunger Games.

I feel sick at the sight.

How can they be so enraptured by the horror that is the games? How can they find actual joy and pleasure watching kids die?

“Hey.”

I start, and turn, and see Peeta a few steps away from me.

“Hi,” I say back, a little stiffly.

He gestures at the ground beside me, and I nod. He gently sits down, looking slightly nervous.

“What’s up?” I say dully.

“Uh—nothing much, thanks.”

“What are you doing here?” I have no patience for small talk, especially not now.

Peeta licks his lips and doesn’t meet my eyes. “I actually came to apologise.”

I raise an eyebrow, surprised. “As opposed to your apology earlier?”

Peeta grimaces. “I’m really sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. Haymitch made me promise not to—and, I guess I just didn’t stop to think how you’d feel.”

I look away, trying to ignore the sudden lump in my throat. “Yeah, well.”

“I’m also here to tell you the plan,” Peeta adds.

My gaze snaps back to him. “The plan?” I ask incredulously.

He nods. “This… star crossed lovers angle is really good for getting sponsors. It’ll help us gain friends in the Capitol—people who will want to help us.”

“Because it’s my goal in life to be besties with the Capitol,” I say flatly, and Peeta almost cracks a smile.

“If it’ll help to keep you alive, it is your goal.”

I shrug. “Whatever. What’s this plan?”

“Act like we’re in love.”

I stare at him for a second, then realise he’s dead serious. I deflate a little, but I know deep down he has a point. We need sponsors if we want to have any chance at all of winning the Games.

“Okay,” I say finally. “Sure. Let’s do it.”

Training goes for three days, and it mostly sucks. I have zero talents, apparently, except for differentiating deadly plants from safe ones. Oh, I can also tie some knots. Not super helpful. I can’t throw a knife, shoot a bow, lift anything heavier than a couple kilos, or climb ropes very well.

As the third day comes to an end, I feel incredibly useless, and exceptionally hopeless. I’m going to be dead in a day, I can almost feel it.

Peeta actually had a pretty good chance. He’s very strong, and can lift even the heaviest of weights. He’s also a whiz at camouflage and starting fires. All bakery skills, I’ll wager.

As per Haymitch’s instructions, we stick together throughout the training, steering clear of the other tributes. We also touch whenever possible, holding hands, hugging, me letting Peeta touch my hair.

It’s all rather infuriating to me, but if it might help to keep Peeta alive for longer, then whatever. He needs to win. He needs to stay alive and get home to his family.

It’s finally the night before the Games, and to say I was completely terrified would be the absolute truth. I lie awake, goosebumps everywhere. I’m so scared I couldn’t eat anything at dinner, even though I know I should be trying to get up my strength. Who knows how long it might be before I can eat again.

I might be starving in that arena, or dehydrated, or freezing to death. Who knows? Maybe I’ll die right away, in the initial bloodbath.

I sit up in bed, sick of tossing and turning. I climb out, and head out my bedroom door. Surprisingly, it’s not locked. I guess they do have cameras literally everywhere, so they’d know if I was actually trying to escape. Which I’m not. That would be pointless. I’m going to die anyway.

Across the hall is Peeta’s room, and without thinking, I knock on his door. He opens it a second later, and his brow crunches together at the sight of me.

“Y/n?” he asks. “What are you—?”

“Can I come in?” I’m suddenly awkward, realising how weird this is.

Peeta nods quickly. “Yeah, yeah. Come in, please.” He steps aside and lets me pass. His room is indentical to mine.

I walk over to his bed and sit myself down on the silkily sheets. “Can I stay in here tonight?” I ask, not looking at Peeta.

I hear his bed creak beneath me as he sits too. “Yeah, ‘course you can.”

There’s a moment of silence, and then he adds, in a much softer voice, “Anytime.”

I wake up to the sun shining into the room, and for a moment, I forget entirely where I am, and what’s about to happen. I just sink into the pillows and close my eyes.

Then, I remember. The Games are today.

“Hey, you,” a voice says behind me, and I roll over in surprise. Peeta.

“Morning,” I say back, for some reason grateful he’s here. Having a familiar face to wake up to is much nicer than rising alone, facing the Games all by myself.

“Todays the day, huh?” Peeta asks, sitting up and frowning a little.

“Guess so,” I reply, rolling back over to stare at the ceiling. “I don’t want to get up.”

Peeta laughs, and it’s a pretty sound. Too pretty for such an awful day.

There’s a knock on our door, and Effie’s voice filters through: “Het up you two, it’s going to be a big, big, big day!”

“How does she know I'm here?” I ask, sitting up straight.

Peeta shrugs. “The Capitol has a crap ton of cameras, y/n.”

I roll my eyes in annoyance. Do they really need to know every single thing about us, before we die? It’s all so ridiculous I almost have to laugh.

“I’d better go get ready and stuff,” I tell him, sliding out of his bed. “Thanks for letting me stay here last night.”

Peeta looks at me for a second, like he’s going to say something big, but just replies with, “See you in the arena.”

“Good luck.” And I’m gone.

“Ten seconds til launch.”

I take a deep breath, feel Cinna’s reassuring squeeze on my shoulder, and I step into the glass tube that will be taking me up into the arena.

“Bye, Cinna,” I half whisper. “Thank you for everything.”

He gives me a smile, that somehow is genuinely caring. “Good luck, my dear girl.”

Something inside the tube clicks, and it slides shut, locking me into my fate. It begins to slowly rise, and so does my anxiety. I come completely out of the tube, and bright, blazing sunlight temporarily blinds me. When I can see again, my throat squeezes in terror and anticipation. All of us are the same distance apart, standing on little pods that I know we can’t step off of without being blown to the sky.

In the middle of the tribute circle is a metal cornucopia, with various weapons and supplies arranged around it, trying to tempt us. I remember Haymitch’s advice to leave it all alone and just run to the woods.

That’s when I remember Peeta. I glance left, seeing a girl from District Seven, I think, who’s also looking in my direction. Beyond her is a tall, dark boy I’ve never really paid attention to other than to get out of his way. I think his name is Thresh.

I squint, frantically trying to locate Peeta. I finally spot him, the farthest tribute I can see to my right. He’s already got his eyes on me, and is shaking his head. Why? What’s he trying to tell me?

Suddenly, the bell is sounding, and there’s a flash of movement as the tributes all simultaneously leave their pedestals, most heading right for the cornucopia. I freeze, my body not reacting at all. I force myself to move, running in just close enough to snatch up a small blue backpack, and then I sprint in Peeta’s direction. I just manage to catch a glimpse of him disappearing into the woods, so I head that way.

About an hour later, I still haven’t caught up to Peeta, or seen any other tributes. Sounds of the bloodbath behind me have faded away now, and nothing but the occasional animal or bird or wind sounds now echo through the forest.

It would almost be peaceful, if I wasn’t where I was.

Then, out of absolutely nowhere, someone grabs my arm from behind. I let out a scream, and a hand slaps over my mouth. I struggle, but I’m not strong at the best of times.

“Calm down!” It’s Peeta’s voice. “It’s just me, y/n, jeez.”

I twist him off me and whirl to face him. My glare is almost enough to murder him right then and there. “Don’t scare me like that!” I hiss. “You idiot!” I hit him, half out of the fear bubbling inside of me and half out of relief he’s here and alive and with me.

“Sorry, my love,” Peeta replies, cracking a flirtatious smile. “I won’t do it again.”

I narrow my eyes at him, half annoyed and half embarrassed at how much relief is flooding inside of me at this sight of him, alive and well and here.

“Allies?” Peeta asks.

A laugh bubbles up, and surprises both of us. Peeta laughs too, but then shushes me. “Let’s not get killed just yet, okay?” he suggests. “I’d like to hang out with the love of my life first.”

And for some reason, I don’t even disagree.

[ladykailitha]

--ipation!

Did I split it in two just to make that joke? Hell yeah I did. No regrets!

Um...a teeny-tiny bit of poly Nancy/Jonathan/Argyle if you squint, like really hard.

Part 1

***

Eddie and Steve pulled up to the Hawk to see that their friends were waiting for them...well all except Janice, but she was on her way.

“You ready for this?” Eddie asked.

Steve took a deep breath and then nodded. “Yeah, let’s do this.”

Eddie stepped out first.

“Where’s Steve?” Robin asked, running up to him.

Nancy, Argyle, and Jonathan were fast on her heels.

“Is he okay?” Jonathan asked as soon as he reached Eddie.

Eddie held up his hands. “I got it all figured out. I had a friend come in and give me a hand but Steve’s here and I can’t wait for you to see it.”

He cocked his head to the side and licked his upper lip. He cocked one eye brow and said, “I want to see you shiver with antic—ipation.”

Jonathan and Robin giggled, but Nancy and Argyle, who hadn’t seen it yet looked confused.

Eddie turned around but before he could open his mouth Janice came running up to them, high heels clanging hard on the pavement.

“Oh good!” she said, panting, clutching her knees as she tried to catch her breath. “I was hoping to get here before Eddie did the reveal.”

Everybody but Eddie turned and looked at her like she was crazy.

She popped up, waving her hand and grinned. “Hi-ee! I’m Janice, I’m Eddie’s friend and Stevie’s fairy godmother.”

Eddie grinned back. “Perfect timing, babe.” He kissed her cheek.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, sweetheart,” Eddie called over his shoulder. “Ready when you are, Rocky Horror!”

A beat. And then another.

Then Steve stepped out of the van and popped his hip. He smiled at them, hand on his hip.

They all cheered again.

Robin walked up to Steve and touched his sides. “You can’t even tell they were ever there.” She turned to Janice. “You did that?”

She nodded with a grin. “He’s a got a great figure for Rocky, all I did was help a little with his confidence.”

Steve blushed. “Thanks Janice.”

“My pleasure, babe,” she cooed. “Especially since I’m getting such a great stylist out of the deal.”

Eddie put his arms around Janice and Steve. “We’ve got a movie to see, I’ll introduce you all after.”

“Totally bodacious, brochacho,” Argyle said and held out his arm for Janice to take.

She took it with a grin and began talking his ear off about how their characters were related.

Robin took her place under Eddie’s arm and the three of them followed their friends into the theater.

*

After the movie everyone was introduced. They all loved the movie.

There was also a costume contest. There were prizes for best costume for each character, best group, best in show, and wildest interpretation of a character.

They won best group, which some of the other groups protested because they had seven in theirs, while most groups only had three or four. But the Party decided that they were just bitter because of how cool everyone looked.

Eddie won best Frank N Furter. His natural curls and commitment to the whole bit really helped sell the whole look and it was easy to see that he really deserved it.

Steve won best in show. There were other people dressed as Rocky of course, but he really had the whole look down. Especially when standing next to Eddie’s Dr Frank N. Furter.

They all went back to Steve’s for popcorn, drinks and homemade pizza.

While they were waiting for Steve to cut the pizza and bring it out, Robin said, “God Janice, I don’t think I’ve seen Steve smile so much since he got those scars. You really are a fairy godmother!”

Janice stood up and curtsied. “Thank you. I wouldn’t recommend he do it all the time, especially since it’ll be covered up by his shirt. But he’s more than welcome to call me anytime and I’ll happily do it again.”

“God, you’re so perfect I could kiss you,” Robin breathed.

Eddie whispered in her ear, “Well, considering she bi and single, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”

Robin turned bright red as Janice waggled her eyebrows.

Steve came out with the pizzas, wearing a t-shirt over top of his costume.

“Aww...” Eddie pouted. “Why did you cover up?”

Steve laughed. “Getting hot tomato sauce on your chest is no laughing matter.”

Eddie cocked his head to the side. “Yeah, that’s fair.”

They dived into the pizza.

“I liked the movie,” Argyle said they had stuffed themselves. “It was very cool. Thanks for the invite, man.”

Nancy laughed. “Yeah, it was fun.”

Steve grinned. “I had a lot fun too, thanks to Janice.”

“I’m glad I was able to make the night fun for everyone,” she said. “I know I keep harping on this, but seriously I’m getting the best end of the deal with Steve starting on Monday to work for me.”

“It’s so cool, bro,” Argyle said. “The work you did with me and Eddie’s hair was so wicked. I’m glad you get to share your talents with others.”

Steve smiled. “Thanks, man. I’m super excited.”

“I’m also thinking of putting him through beauty school,” Janice said. “He deserves to be the best he can be.”

Steve blushed. “Thanks, Janice.”

“Foods over, pretty boy,” Robin huffed. “If I have to be centimeters away from flashing people my ass, you can go without a shirt.”

Steve laughed and took off the t-shirt. They continued to eat treats and drink soda while they talked and laughed.

It was moving from late at night to early morning and one by one they were dropping off.

Argyle, Nancy, and Jonathan were cuddled together on the sofa, while Janice and Robin snuggled up under a big, fluffy blanket on the loveseat.

It was just Eddie and Steve left. They were cleaning up in the kitchen, moving together as though they had done this for years.

Steve turned to face Eddie. “Thanks for tonight. You really came in clutch.”

Eddie grinned. “Glad to be of service. Plus any chance to see your chest again is always a plus in my book.”

Steve grinned. “Oh I don’t doubt it. I’ve noticed that you really, really like my tits.”

Eddie coughed, choking on his own saliva. “You can’t just say it like that, man.”

Steve stepped forward, closing the distance between them. “I’ve been noticing your attraction since Lover’s Lake.”

Eddie gulped. He had hoped in the aftermath that Steve would have forgotten his little cigarette moment. Apparently not.

“Which is why I was a little confused when you pushed me at Nancy.”

Eddie’s mouth went desert dry, his heart rate picked up, and his breathing became labored.

“But then Robin explained it to me,” Steve said as he got right into Eddie’s space, “you were trying sniff out if I liked her. Well, here’s the answer in black and white, Eds. I don’t like her. I like you.”

Eddie’s jaw dropped and it took a moment before his brain caught up. He grabbed Steve’s face and smashed their lips together. It was hungry and sexy and rough.

And oh god, did Steve love it. He got his hands into Eddie’s curls, wincing a little at the sticky mess that was all the hairspray and tangle of bobby pins. But he didn’t falter for a moment, kissing back as fiercely as Eddie had.

When they finally broke apart, they were both panting for breath.

Eddie huffed out a laugh and ran a finger over Steve’s lips, further smearing the lipstick Eddie had been wearing. “I think we’ve got to get you cleaned up, lover boy. My makeup is all over your face and you really don’t want to sleep with that makeup on your torso.”

Steve winced looking down at his chest. “Yeah, that would be pretty gross.”

“I’ve got you.”

Eddie led him upstairs to Steve’s bathroom and gently removed their makeup. He started with Steve taking the makeup remover he had bought for his own costume and a warm, wet wash cloth and touched it to his side.

Steve could have just taken a shower but let him carefully remove the layers of make up that had hidden his scars.

He then helped Eddie out of the corset and fishnet stockings. He removed the bobby pins and gently rinsed out the hairspray. Eddie’s curls fell in down his back once again.

Soon they were both wearing the same amount of clothes, Steve in his shorts and Eddie in black bottoms.

They laid down on the bed and curled around each other. The heat from earlier was gone, replaced by tender care.

“Can I ask–” Eddie started.

“Why I chose Rocky?” Steve murmured back.

“Yeah,” he said softly. “You didn’t have to go through all this. I mean I loved it and you got a fancy new job out of it, but it could have ended in disaster.”

“I hadn’t seen Rocky Horror before tonight,” Steve said. “But Robin had. When I asked who I should be she told me that of all the characters I fit Rocky the best. I didn’t know if she was insulting my intelligence or what until I saw the movie. Then I got it. Because despite everything, Rocky loved Frank.”

Eddie gulped. “And do you love me, Stevie?”

“Yeah, I really do.”

They kissed again. They drifted off to sleep in each others arms.

And if they came down the following morning to Argyle and Jonathan making breakfast, hand in hand no one said anything. Nancy just smiled at them from her perch on the counter where she was watching Argyle and Jonathan cook.

Or at least no more then Steve or Eddie said anything about Janice offering to drive Robin home.

All in all? It had been a great night.

***

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[forbidding-souda]

Hii!! May I please have some headcannons with Gundham, Kazuichi, and whoever with a gyrau s/o!!! Please and thank u!!

Gundham Tanaka and Kazuichi Souda with a SHSL Gyaru S/O

here's another gyaru s/o fic i did with mondo, shinguuji, and kaito! it was rather recent too since when was i posting in 2022 what the fuck. i didn't add any characters because i realized i had three that i have already done so there's more mwahahahahaha

i love gyaru's rawr rawr i'm so excited to write this ty anon

-Mod Souda

Gundham Tanaka

❤ It's clear you two are a couple. You both have a very eccentric way of speaking which makes you guys such a good couple wow, nobody is surprised when you tell them you're together. They can probably guess that. With you two having voluminous hair and heavy eyeliner, it's as if your aesthetics were compatible. Though being in two different subcultures, the overlapping stylistic details adds a charm to the times you've walked together hand in hand. Your both overdramatic way of talking makes people group you together.

He departs from the barn, quickly making his way back to the main building, where you wait on your phone. He doesn't have to look for you. Your appearance is eye-catching. Your loose shirt, a more casual one, is heavily wrinkled from how quickly you put it on this morning. You're not even wearing any of your iconic belts. You wanted to join him despite how early it was. Your eyes flick up to his once you hear him approaching. "Are you done?" You ask. You turn your head towards him, makeup still perfectly done (you focused more on that then your outfit, which you did last). Before he can respond, you squint at his name tag. "That's cute." He grumbles and unpins it. His mind was too busy for a proper conversation. He was logging all of the animal's names in his head and the medications and treatment they needed it. While you two walk, he places his hand on the small of your back, a simple form of affection to tell you he was still paying attention. But when you yawn, it breaks his thought process. "You're tired?" You nod. "Sorry, I didn't mean to yawn like that." "Nonsense. Perhaps we can arrange an hour of slumber." You nod. "Can it be more than an hour?" He hums, thinking for a second. "As many as you need, my dear enchantress."

❤ Oh my god if you wear more dark colors or purples (else a goshikku gyaru) you could absolutely be the same color palette as him. Purple and black pleaded skirt with eyeliner in your waterline omggg. Or a zip-up with skeletons on it.

❤ He absolutely loves your style, he adores anything vaguely alternative and subnormal. Ur definitely getting some more romantic nicknames like "my muse" or "my agony".

❤ Ya ya ya it's unhygienic but you can share makeup if you can't find something (aka you probably left your eyeliner in your purse but completely forgot).

❤ You will scream and cry when you tease your hair and then you go to visit animals with him and a giraffe just starts licking it.

❤ But the hamsters love your hair / wigs.

❤ You can probably convince him to wear more eccentric earrings.

❤ And necklaces. Omg matching necklaces. From the one dogtag he wears, you can convince him to wear a chain or a bunch of layers of silver.

❤ I doubt he has social media so he doesn't see your persistent presence, but he will take pictures of you with the animals for some posts.

❤ When you start using a bit of his lingo online no one questions it.

❤ Also in the scenario thing above I fought the urge to say you were playing dress to impress.

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Kazuichi Souda

❤ He was so nervous around you. He wasn't as bold as he was with Sonia. He'd give you compliments and then promptly walk away after you say thank you. It takes you and your boldness to finally get him to have a lingering conversation ("No, no, you get back here"). He's such a charmer, you loved the conversations, and whenever you gave him compliments back he was fighting the urge to completely melt.

❤ You post a lot of photos of you two together. You just love his pink hair and it tends to fit your layout perfectly. Some of them aren't just cutesy selfies, it's things like him with his jumpsuit tied around his waist as he's too focused on his work to realize you have your phone pointed at him. He's started to do the same to you. Taking pictures as you're posing yourself for your own camera. You love the candid photos he takes of you so much you end up posting them instead. He loves your online presence. He's gonna pick up the slang you use and it's gonna be funny LMFAO.

Upon entering the house, he spots you sitting on the couch with a sugary snack in your hand. You immediately smile. "Sorry," you say, "I couldn't help myself." He was planning on a real meal for tonight, but of course, you've indulged in the popular snacks you love so much. At least your well, that smile on your face says as much. He kicks off his shoes, leaving them scattered by the door. You study him for a moment, wondering if his sour mood is because of you or whatever job he had outside. "Are you good?" You ask mid chew. He eyebrows furrow a bit and he nervously scratches at his jaw. "I lost the necklace you gave me." "What?" "I took it off and I don't know where it went, I'm an idiot." You place your snack aside and stand, approaching him. "Dude," you place your hands on his cheek. "It's not that serious. I have a thousand of them. I'll get you another one." "But you gave me that one." "And I'll give you another 'that one'. You worry too much." He sighs, placing his forehead against yours, the small thunk drawing you back, but you don't pull away. He's constantly fearing offending you or disappointing you. But you always assure him that things are alright. The simple things he stresses over are never things that will push you away, and he needs to understand that.

❤ He loves it when you scratch his back with the long, decorative nails. Or when you massage his scalp when he's trying to sleep. His small, half-awake hums are soooo cute.

❤ He'll want you to do his hair. He trusts your stylistic abilities with his life. You're not going to be able to do the dramatic makeup on him, nice try. But hair yesss. He'll want to add small braids to your style as well.

❤ His work is a little too messy for you and if he gets motor oil on you you're gonna fight the urge to throw a fit. On your yellow shirt? Kaz. You piece of shit.

❤ ^ Frantic cleaning-related google searches.

❤ ^ On the rack beside the front door, you keep your shoes far away from his.

❤ He gets you a lot of those glitter, bajeweled (or whoever it's spelled) reusable cups. He uses them a lot for himself though. He wanted an excuse to have them, and you definitely figured this out LOL.

[vqrtualheartss]

42!Miles x Black!Fem!Y/N ― “They sleepin' on you” part two

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Y'all didn't expect this huh (My bad for the 5- week wait pookiess― promise I love y'all) Anyways, part one Obviously there will be a part three in two weeks or less

The teased rain from the night before had eased up, a few sheer droplets appearing here and there, and the cold breeze making her aware of her exposed hair. Immediately after getting her body into comfort, (y/n) furrowed her brows in remembrance of her dream. It was of her and Miles going out and giggling, just like the day before ―just what she did not need―. Bringing her phone over her face, the reflection made her suck her teeth and staple a mental note to book a hair appointment today. As if her missing bonnet wasn't already the most out-of-place thing she needed, something on her phone sent her into a deeper confusion.

11:37 AM ― Oh damn? No, not that, that

Hi Miss Mysterious sleeping already?

It was easy to figure whom the person was, having known who was to call her by that name.

Yes I was 'sleeping already'. It was almost 2 in the morning nigga

I planted my phone face down with absolutely no expectancy of a reply. I mean, why would I expect one? After a quiet 3 minutes my phone pinged with a notification.

Woke up on the wrong side of the bed? miles trust and believe that i don't need you making me miserable right now ouch that hurt ... all that progress yesterday for nun?

I squinted my eyes, subconsciously tapping on the side of my phone still opened on Miles' thread. He did go through all that trial and tribulation. Ah, fuck it

myf, I just don't feel alright aight all good so.. so? dry ass texts ― message deleted i saw that okay and? pick up huh?

My phone started to ring, and with no immediate excuse to mind, I answered.

Miles had a PlayStation controller in his hands, headset tucked underneath his braids but the microphone attachment over his mouth still.

"Hello to you too (y/n)'s wall" "Real funny. Hi Miles"

"Just woke up?" Through the tiny window I could see him pressing back into the reclining gaming chair. It had purple streaks all over it

"hmm, how'd you know?"

Looking into my recent chats, I found the user I was looking for. "You sound like a man" My thumb lingered over the profile picture. Did I hear that jiggaboo right?

"Funny how I sound like one more than you do" I smirked at his new found expression, trying to sight any open bookings my stylist offered between the time-frame of today and Saturday.

"What's that shit to mean" He questioned with a defeated tone, his ever so nonchalant look mixed with petulance.

"Play silly games, win silly prizes" He rolled his eyes before fixing his posture and pressing harder into the controller. Sassy much?

꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ · Moving away from the phone unnoticed, (y/n) slumped herself to get ready for the 1pm appointment she barely managed to snatch.

Thank God for cancelling clients, she sighed with relief coming outside the bathroom wearing an off-the-shoulder shirt and casual sweats with her pre-washed hair in a loosely tied, top knot bun.

꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ · Retrieving her charging phone, she furrowed her brows, shaking her head and smiling at the flood of texts.

"you there?" "(y/n)" "(y/n)?" "everything good?" "atleast shake the phone if you're okay"

I sent him a text saying that I was fine, it didn't go through. "Weird" Grabbing a sizeable shoulder bag, I put my purse and card in it, texting my mother my location while closing the front door.

Being distracted placing my keys and phone inside the bag, a big pair of hands held onto my forearms. I screamed, squirming and forcing my way outside the grip before a hand covered my mouth. "Shut u― CHILL. SHH" I looked up at the person before tilting my head with an aloof expression, hitting a smiling Miles on his shoulder "Not funny" "Making me think that you were in danger isn't either―"

"Okay― Wait― How do you know where I live"

"Asked your friend"

Now what if I got kidnapped Would you complain?

He did a once-over at me, raising a brow

"Are you really wearing a mask just to do your hair ?" He shook his head, pointing to the bag I held.

"What―" I raised a hand over my mouth, clutching onto the bag of braids and speed-walking to the salon. "Late?" Because of you― "yea". Before I finished, he grasped onto my hand, dragging me through different lanes and shortcuts, call me crazy but some real kidnapping shit going on

"Calm, I don't plan on taking you away" "I said that out loud?" He chuckled softly at my dumbfounded expression.

Standing infront the lightly tinted, push-and-pull doors, I turned to him.

"How do you know so many― I don't even care― Just― Thank you for getting me here" "No problem" "Can you hold this for me?"

Giving him the bag of hair, I expected him to let go of my hand but nope. Instead he took his time slowly rubbing my thumb in patterns with his as I reached for my phone. We arrived earlier than expected.

"So, see you later?" "Who said I was leaving" He can't be serious "Suit yourself, I can't help if anyone hits on you. A lot of your fan-girls are probably in there" "Would you even be able to? Aren't you like 5"5?" "Not you flexing being a giraffe" "Not you not being able to"

Finally entering the store, we stood awaiting the hairdresser that told us to do so. I pinched Miles' hand with my index and thumb, forcing him to untangle them. He flicked my arm in retaliatilon but before I could do anything, I was embraced by the 20 year old stylist, Keziah. She's one of my close friends, basically an older sister to me, probably how I slipped into my appointment so quick.

We engaged in small talk as she led me over to her station. With my hair down and out, Miles snapped a picture, I posed with a peace sign before pointing at him. "I know, I know. I won't post it" Having no other way of showing gratitude, I made a heart sign, to which he photographed again.

Look who's getting comfortable with someone she swore she'd never talk to

"Y'all together?" "nah, he's my friend" "sure, but believe me, I've heard that from one too many people one too many times. It's all the same ending " "which is?" "the inevitable, falling in lovee"

She made a heart gesture with her fingers to which I playfully rolled my eyes to. In the vanity mirror I peeked Miles' head buried deep in his phone. Looking up, he smiled and waved. Aww

Deciding on knee-length knotless, as expected, the wait took a longg time.

꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ · Throughout the 8 hours (y/n) couldn't help but soften up at the things Miles did for her.

★ · When her neck hurt, he went out to buy a stuffed toy, earning laughs at the name he picked out for it ―Milo, despite not deciding the gender beforehand. Coincidence or not, it was in her favorite color, easily gaining its spot in her heart as a #1 gift. Maybe it was that or the fact that she got it from Miles, either way she adored it.

★ · For the umpteenth time she had reminded Miles of his freedom to leave, and each time he gave the same answer

"You can leave y'know" "Who said I wanted to"

★ · Halfway through, he fell asleep and seizing the opportunity, she took a picture unbeknownst that the flash was on and waking him. Snatching the plush from her hands as revenge, he laughed when she asked for it back with grabby hands.

"Okay, no. Milo is my child and therefore off-limits, give him back" "As Milo's biological father I believe I also get a say in who's care he's in" "And as Milo's biological mother and current guardian I want him back" "Nahh you'll be fine, sit still"

The teasing had Keziah chucking softly over (y/n)'s head, resulting in her putting on a forced anger expression that, however, quickly dissipated.

"Look, mami's angry Milo" "I hate you" "You love me"

★ · Nearing to the end with two braids left, she asked Miles his opinion on what to add. Miles he would've found it cheesy be it any other girl, but he felt happy, ―lovesick even― by her asking for his opinion on something so minor. 'The small things' he'd call it.

"Curls or no curls?" He thought long and hard before answering, he swore you'd look great with either. "Curls"

Closing her eyes as Keziah wrapped the end of her braids with curlers, she heard a buzz from her bag draped across his lap.

"Could you hand me that please?"

The new notification was a message from Miles. Looking at her phone, (y/n) couldn't help but smile.

"you ok?" "I've been ok for the last 13 times you asked" "I'm just worried about you" "What the fuck is tjag Fyt ??"

Spotting Keziah walking with a kettle in her hands she could only assume that was what he was referring to. Pointing at it, she tilted her head as if to ask:

"You mean that?"

He shook his head in response, watching closely as Keziah dipped her hair into the hot liquid. Slightly wincing in pain, he put Milo in her hold, it didn't go unnoticed by (y/n) how their fingers interlocked over the others before pulling away. Ouhh

꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ · Ending off the night with the ladies talking briefly, it finally dawned on (y/n) how late it was getting, ―deciding to pay and leave.

On the other side of the door they stood separated; no type of touch between the two. Miles had his hands in his pockets, (y/n) holding tightly onto Milo. Usually, she was so accustomed to the sting of fresh-braids but no sah, this time it didn't work out like that.

Walking, he looked over his shoulder to see me still put, holding onto the back of my head for dear life and rubbing it. Just how long was that water boiling for? "You good?" "No" my answer― even thought against my will― came off somewhat harsh, tiredness and pain driving me agitated. Now standing infront me, he silenced my ever occurring grunts with a hug? Placing his hand over mine, he started to knead away the pressure, the tension within fading. After some time he hoisted my chin with curled fingers. "Better?" I mumbled an incoherent "Mhm" falling back into his hold and wrapping my arms around him loosely.

I don't know why I did that, well, I'm trying to push away a few ideas but even they're too out-of-reach. Looking up at him, he smiled. I returned it, my half-opened eyes closing fully before I let out a yawn. Hurriedly, I slapped a hand over my mouth as he laughed "How 'bout we head back to your place, sounds good?"

I felt drunk with fatigue miserably stumbling over my own two feet. It didn't help that Miles was laughing like a rass hyena helping me up.

"Can't hold a joke?" I tilted my head, lazily crossing my arms "Come here" He dragged me nearer to him with one arm around my neck, hugging me as we walked. I thought our feet would get caught up from us walking so close, the idea made me giggle.

He guided me the way home and when I tell you that déjà vu hit like a bus, believe me. We sounded like those recordings that had people talking as if they're in their own little world with the calming songs in the background. (Hope it makes sense lol) If anything, a video from some vintage camera would make us look like starring actors playing school-kids from a sappy love-sick drama .

Nah, that's too far. It's just a friendly encounter, nothing to go feral about...yeah

-------- Heyy, it's Wednesday

Dropping my head into my palms, I scanned my bed. Usually, as you can tell, I don't wake up this early, but the pain from the braids was too much for my subconscious to bear even after being alleviated. It wasn't anything concerning or harsh on my scalp but― ugh― how do I explain― it's like when there's a mosquito right, it's not doing you anything but it's there and being bat-shit annoying.

I slapped my forehead repeatedly, waking up myself to get ready to conquer day 2/6 of holiday. Trust me, extra sleep would be greatly appreciated, but I think it's time to give my bed a rest. Throwing on cargo shorts and a loose-fitting top, I did my hair in a low bun with a headband after doing any chores I think I'd get penalized for ―nothing atrocious though. Just the regular like cleaning my room and doing my section of the roster―

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Taking a water for myself, I slid a bottle of juice down to my sibling per her request. Dae, my 14 y/o sister, is almost a mini-me; she reads a lot, plays most games I do, and really really quirky ―in a good way though, fs . But unlike me, she's what you'd call a 'social butterfly' and a pretty one too, genes run strong in the family i guess.

Sitting on the counter-top I flicked through whatever the media had to offer, Dae staring at me with a knowing look and crossed arms. Glances like that would've normally been exchanged from the two of us but this time I had no clue what's going on

"Your boyfriend seems nice" "My who now?" "Y'know, your Prince Naveen with the braids that held you oh so close to his manly chest"

In the middle of her sentence she held overlapping hands over her arms and twirling. She talked in a ludicrous princess voice; to which I cringed heavily at, earning laughs from her.

"He's not my boyfriend" "Soo you're like that with all your male friends?" Which male friends? "NO―"

She started to eye me up and down with a cheeky smile. I looked at her blankly, eyebrows drawing nearer as her smile got wider. She opened her phone, scrolling through something before she brought it up to my hand, urging for me to hold it. It was a thread of messages

"Even ma' likes him" This the intervention or sumn' ? "Wait― Hold on― What?" "I was on a call with her, and not gonna lie. You looked drunk as hell"

Flashbackk ¦

"You can leave me here, my house is right around the corner" Lifting herself off of Miles' body, (y/n) pointed groggily towards a shop. Hissing his teeth, he brought her back to her original position with a soft pull on her arm. "If it's right there we can just walk. What if something happens to you?" Shrugging, she clinged onto his arm for support. Stunned by the sudden affection, it was hard to bite back the smile that cuffed his lips. He felt something dull surge within his body when she didn't smile back, well, when her eyes didn't squeeze together like they usually would.

¦ In the past few hours (y/n) found the walls she built for her own protection falter; the bits left crumbling every time she interacted with him. Miles Morales did something to (y/n), be it the way he looked at her, the things he did, the stupid stuff they talked about; whatever it was, it was serenating. But she knew giving in would could cost her a lot ― much more than her 'ghost' reputation, it was her sanity at stake.

For Miles, all that mattered was the girl tucked underneath his arm, it's hand intertwined with hers― a stance they were sure to grow fond of. Unsure why he was acting the way he was, he found himself wanting to do and be so much more than an 'accomplice' by her. He wanted to watch every late 90's romance-movie while taking down the braids he wished he could've funded for her. For her, he would splurge his life savings on anything she could ever want and need. Miles knew that the Ms. Independent in her would never let him, something he admired about her. He grew to admire a lot about her. She's going to work me hard

Right now, our favorite two were in front the (l/n)'s residence as she frantically searched for her keys. Opening the door, she stood nervously as Miles remained outside, (y/n) went back down the steps to face Miles before―

Flash ¦

Hiding her phone in an instant, Dae smiled innocently, chuckling softly as she made way to her room.

"My dearest princess Tiana, whenever you're done dreaming about your prince Naveen and you find yourself needing me. Well, which I hope not, I'll be playing Valorant's new season" "There's a new season?" With her head peeking out the door frame, she narrowed her eyes "I don't know, fuck around and find out"

Before I could say something she shut her door. Yup, mini-me. I took up my phone in reaction to the notification sound, it was a message from Lailah.

"Mind explaining why thee Miles Morales wants your house address?"

okay culprit.

"took his book on accident" "so what you're telling me is" "You saw miles in the flesh and blood within less than three feet?" "Eww lailah" "It sounds weird like that" "girl, you cannot tell me that you don't find him cute" "who?" "miles?"

If you want him girl take him, I certainly won't

"..obviously" "nope...you do?" "who doesn't" "I'm worried about you" "wtv"

I scoffed.

What's so special about him? He looks like every other guy, like literally. The only difference is probably his jawline, smile, eyes..how all his features just make him look so. so. so.. majestic? I hissed and laid down on the countertop, groaning when my hands couldn't push my head any deeper into the material as I accepted defeat. The image of just him doing anything could bring a smile and not a scowl to my face. Ew

I hate this― whatever that he's making me feel, I don't like it.

I'll be staring part three for my other story and also this one

[hidden-poet]

Commander Snow - Chapter 10

I’m so sad this series has come to an end but I will reread it as much as i can 😭

“I have a doctor on standby. Are you in any pain?” - how rough were you with her bro? I mean i ain’t complaining…

Okay wtf is wrong with those stylist bitches? Of course they’re just jealous of her for being married to the president but jeez… they literally abused the poor girl. I swear to god I would have probably attacked them for doing all that shit they put her through!

Stripped, you notice the mess of semen still between your legs. - hehehe 👀

“It’s time for a break,” he announced. - oh thank god he’s here!

“Are you alright? Do you want me to stay? I’ll stay.” - actually… yes. Please.

The way I smiled when he slapped that bitch to the floor 😇

“What did you say?” the woman in the purple hat hisses at you. - fuck off you cunt!

“Your red cheek would suggest otherwise,” you sass. - yessssss

“Do you want me to have them killed?” He asks. - BRO WTF YOU CAN’T JUST KILL PEOPLE?! (which he already did, r.i.p edmund)

“I saw a bunch of animals clawing at each other to get ahead. You should be thankful that I saved you.” - okay i’m just gonna stay quite on this one cause this man's delusions stress me tf out

~

Ooo daddy wants to be a daddy 

Again and again, in the same night, he would manhandle you in positions he thought were best. They left him with a sore wife and no baby to show for it. - Ooof he can manhandle me anytime and anywhere he pleases. I’m just his good little wife and baby mama

Her privately calling out his behavior as a delusional hissy fit 😂

I’m telling you. If it was me who was preggers, I would be jumping this man's bones 24/7 because of all the hormones in my body.

~

Okay during her giving birth, and begging for her mom literally broke my heart. This man literally took everything from her and forced her into this new life she didn’t even ask for and the poor girl has no choice but to live it.

“I had to. The nurses needed a name. Don’t worry you can have the next one.” - you’re literally the president… don’t bullshit me, boy.

~

He got so mad when she asked to see her mom. Like this shit is crazy. And to never talk about them ever again…?

I don’t want our son to know that you are District. Think about them if you must, but if you continue to speak about them, I will have them killed.” - well that’s just rude jeez. I’m a proud woman from district 12 you dick. And does this man always threaten to kill people?

“We are your family. Us. Your son and your husband.” - oh you son of a bitch.

“Nothing I do for you is ever good enough for you” he exclaims. His eyes squint at you but his voice is calm and collected, “You know how dangerous it was for me to help you in 12? A Commander, and a District girl. How that looked for me in my presidential run? But I didn’t care. From the day I met you, I have looked after you. And you want me to feel in debt to you, because why? You cook the food I give you? Wash the clothes I buy? Birthed a beautiful son that you never would have had without me.” - I seriously wonder why? This guy is so delusional it still shocks me to my core at how he thinks. Baby boy you are crazy. And it’s hot af but you are fucking crazy.

~

“No,” Coriolanus protested, “I would like a girl before the years out.” - bro she just had a fucking baby? Now you want to knock her up again that soon?

Ooo she is giving him a bj… she is so me. I just love her finally taking some control. And this man is so weak that his mind changed right after he couldn’t get her to finish him off 😂

~

Jesus this man wanted to go for a 6th? 👀

Oooo yay a sex scene (my hornyness has been cured).

“I want another baby,” he requests. - i want to say calm tf down but i’m too horny to argue because this is also hot af so… fuck a baby into me daddy

One of my weaknesses with Coryo is when he clamps his hand over a girls mouth and shuts her up… like my god so fucking hot

I swear he only goes after his own fucking high in this relationship and i love it cause i’m just his good little wife and baby mama

“Are you going to give me a baby?” He grunts. - it’s not like I have a choice in this relationship, now do i? but sure. why not?

“Think you can manage another one?” He asks. - 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

You come too loudly causing Coriolanus to cover your mouth with an open palm and look to the door, expecting detection. - 🤰🏻🤰🏻🤰🏻

You cry at the thought of being pregnant again. It was a horrible experience. It was uncomfortable, tiring, and you suffered great nausea all throughout the nine months. - this poor girl 😭 all jokes aside tho she’s been through so much shit. my heart actually breaks for her and her family

Just like that Coriolanus had rewritten history. Commander Snow was a distant dream. District 12 a vague thought. Lucy Gray no longer haunted the woods. No longer made Coriolanus Snow the victor of the 10th Hunger Games. The war scar had faded. He had fixed history’s mistakes. - He had taken his rightful place as President of Pamen. Only you were left to remember him as Commander Snow. - This. Right here. Made me cry so fucking much. I honestly never cried so hard for a story before. Like ever. Just the shift from who he was as Commander Snow in District 12 to President Snow of Panem was so beautifully done and so done tragically too. It made me burst into tears. Amazing writing right here everybody! Like I really went through all the emotions throughout this whole chapter.

Bestieee 🩷 this series was such a roller coaster. A roller coaster of emotions. A beautiful disaster. A masterpiece. And that ending was done just right. You have no idea how much respect I have for you. Being a writer and writing the way you do isn't easy. You really put your blood, sweat and tears into your work. It really shows. And that needs to be appreciated. Clapping behind the screen right now!

Next part I will be commenting on The Nurse 🥰

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I am so glad you approved of the ending! its so crazy that commander snow is now over!

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Grown Up 1

“I know you fucking lying,” Camille’s one of a

kind laugh filled the echoing walls of the studio

set up she had at her new job. The woman was

in the process of melting one of Trinity’s wig for

the fight later on, Camille didn’t know a damn

thing about no sports but she did know hair,

and make up, really anything that is made to

create an aesthetic. She was damn near

confused when her agent reached out two

weeks prior about a permanent position at the

WWE. “Wrestling?!,” she had said with a laugh

of disbelief to her agent but soon after speaking

with Paul she happily accepted and now here

she was following every show to serve the

athletes that kept the stands filled. To her

pleasant surprise she knew a few of the

wrestlers already, Trinity had been a previous

client years prior, they’d became friends, and

thus how she knew the men of the infamous

bloodline. Shifting her focus back to her task at hand,

Camille adjusted the last final touches to her

friends edges,” girl that man is gonna turn you

gray early.” Trinity tsks a grin on her face at the

mention of her husband,” he can be a handful

but that’s my baby, forever and always.” Camille

faked a gag,” uh uh keep that sappy shit to

yourself.” Trinity rolled her eyes, standing to

admire her friends work,” Art as per usual, but

don’t think I can’t see through that, girl I know

you get lonely.” This made Camille scoff

playfully swatting her shorter friend, then

turning to sanitize her area and set up her

supplies for whoever was scheduled next,”I’m

perfectly cozy in my penthouse alone, thank ya

boo.” Trinity opened her mouth to bite back but

the door to the woman’s work area swung open

and in came her own husband and a group of

others,” I’ll catch you afterwards bae, we gone

hit up that Brazilian Steak place on fourth, “ the

woman kissed Camille’s cheek leaving out with

her husband who spoke to the stylist on the way

out. “I’m on your three,” a deep voice came and

she felt the shift in her chair as someone had

helped themselves to her chair, she kissed her

teeth,” well hello to you too.” “My bad,” the deep

voice addressed her biting remark, but fell silent

making the woman wrap a cord around a curling

iron putting it away stop to address the new

presence. “Sefa?” She asks her eyes going

wide,” I didn’t know you was here, look at you,

you done grew up on me.” The man froze

hearing her, he squinted and noted her familiar

face, he clumsily lifted out of the chair offering

his hand but then realizing his awkwardness he

cusses under his breath opening his arms,” I

didn’t know you were working here, how are

you?” Camille laughed at his antics,still the

same old clumsy little thing huh?,” her arms

wrap around his waist she hums in approval

at the scent of his cologne,” Dior, good choice

pooh bear.” Sefa groans at the old nickname,

“I’m not a little ass kid no more, I’m a grown

man, and I was told to come back here for

my pre show routine.” Camille raised a brow,

lifting her hands in defense then tapping them

on her chair,” my bad Mr.Man, let me hurry up

for you big dog.” Solo grits his teeth annoyed

with how his words came out, they always

were hard for him to procure when it came

to conversations, especially with her. It was

one of the reasons he was the quiet one out

of his brothers. It was no secret to the bloodline

nor their partners of Solo’s crush on the woman,

it stemmed through her always being around

Jimmy’s gf at the time and now wife, though it

had been since he was 22 when he had last seen

her and damn did she look good. “Thank you

boo,” she smiled at him, Solo’s ears flamed a red

realizing the last part had come out. Praying the

work would go by quickly and when she had

finished his hair she grinned rubbing his

shoulders the action making his throat dry,” it

was so nice to see you, I hope you come out

later, Trinity and Jimmy found this steak place-,”

he just nodded and rushed out to stay on his

time schedule. The woman sighed shaking her

head fondly, he was such a sweet young man

back then when they’d first met, shy and quiet

but he was always polite to her, taking the time

to ask her questions about her interests and well

being. It hadn’t occurred to the woman it was

a clear crush on his end, she was older than

him and at the time Camille was so focused on

pushing her brand out that relationships of any

notion flew under the radar. Her last relationship

was over two years ago and the man was a

burden to her so she dropped him, not to

mention she got tired of perfecting the way to

use her concealer on her bruises.

After Camille finished her roster of wrestlers

and packed away her things she was out the

door to her space. Paul allowed her to sit with

family in a special space ringside, given her

close relationship to the Usos and Trinity. She

watched the last match of the evening being

televised which involved Sefa who was called

Solo and Randy Orton. She cringed at the sight

of the white man he looked like a ogre to her,

but her attention shifted to watching Sefa in

his craft pin and win the fight. Camille grinned

when she caught his eyes after the filming

stopped, she flashed two thumbs up as she

stood with Trinity leaving arms looped together. Orton watched the man’s attention shift noting

the curvy woman,” fuck she’s stunning.” Sefa

was surprised as the words flew from his

own mouth,”she’s taken.” He left out to refresh

to meet up with his family and Camille who

seemed to be gaining the attention of his

coworkers who would shamelessly flirt with

the woman whenever they got the chance but

she didn’t pay them any mind.

When Camille arrived at the steakhouse she

grinned walking to where Trinity was,” hey boo,”

her arms opening to greet the woman. “Bae,

where you been, I haven’t seen you all day,”

Trinity kissed her cheek, the sarcasm causing

Camille to light up the table with her laugh.

“Damn, you just gonna flirt with my wife and

not greet me first,” Jimmy stood with a fake

hurt expression getting smacked playfully by

the stylist,” boy bye,” she hugged the tall man

“What’s up baby mama?,” came Sami’s voice

making Camille laugh and hug the ginger,”

you’re so crazy, it’s good to see you again.”

The friendly flirt didn’t sit well with Solo who

gripped his menu a little too hard. “So you not

gone speak,” came Jey’s voice nudging his

younger brother who realized he was the only

one who’d yet to acknowledge the woman.

He pasted on a professional smile and nodded

in her direction,” my fault Mimi, hey.” Camille

tsks as she found her seat beside his,”now

boy I know you can do better than that,” she

smiled sweetly opening her arms for a hug. He softened but kept his face even as he gave

her a hug, her perfume made his mouth water

but the way her lip gloss glistened on her

full lips made his dick harden slightly,”you

look good Camille.” She smiled at him nudging

his shoulder with hers,” so what we getting to

eat Pooh?”

[eventuallyaugust]

bbtr misc. female idols who got a crush on txt seol

note: just pretend that you're viewing this piece in 2023, just like hyunseol's kprofile. i gave proofreading this.

warning/s: a bit angst in some parts if u guys squint

itzy — choi jisu (최지수) ⸻ early 2020 - present

first meeting

when lia first met hyunseol, she'll say it was something unexpected, like really unexpected.

her encounter with the txt member happened when the latter bumped into her who was heading to a restroom at a music award show.

pretty unexpected, right?

when they bumped into each other, poor surprised lia lost her balance but good thing hyunseol is here to save the day (good thing too because lia tries to avoid any interaction with her slightly strict stylist)

but enough of that because there's something else that needs our attention right now, like how did hyunseol here break lia's fall?

things you need to know: an arm wrapping around a waist

lia didn't realize hyunseol's hand placement at first since she is too busy looking at the latter's face and too stunned at what had happened.

but when she did, oh boy, she felt blood rushing to her cheeks and the area where hyunseol's hand landed became warm even though she had a fabric of clothing that separated her skin and the bighit idol's hand.

hyunseol profusely apologized to her, thinking that she embarrassed the itzy member without any slightest hint that the blush on lia's face isn't from embarrassment but from something else.

lia is so flustered that she couldn't bear to say why she is blushing, too flustered to think of anything else but how close her face was to the other idol earlier, how warm hyunseol's hand was against her side, and the scent that was coming from the tall idol.

lavender and jasmine, two scents she didn't imagine would smell good together in someone until now.

the two stood in the hallway in an awkward silence before hyunseol's manager came strutting towards them with that motherly tone of hers.

"there you are, seol. i've been looking for you, come on. you guys are up next for the performance."

with a final bow, the bighit idol let her manager dragged her away without saying anything, leaving lia standing in the hallway before a hand fell on her shoulders.

the stranger got startled when lia flinches before the latter turned her head and saw one of her members, yeji staring at her skeptically.

"are you okay?", yeji asks her, concerned.

"y-yeah."

lia stutters out an answer as she places a hand over her chest, hoping that small action would calm the raging storm in her heart.

start of interest

lia immediately get interested on hyunseol the moment they parted ways on their first meeting.

her curiosity on hyunseol started with a research on the tall idol, like who she was, how long she has been a trainee, etc.

when she found out that hyunseol used to be a jyp trainee, she somehow started regretting not signing up in jyp earlier and often gets thoughts like what if i had met seol earlier?, what if i had become friends with seol if i had signed up with jyp immediately?, etc.

she was so curious on who hyunseol is she even started watching those txt (un)helpful guide videos in youtube, because apparently, moas considered hyunseol as the most charismatic member in txt.

one video led to another various more and now, she started watching the group's mvs and immediately understands why hyunseol has a huge fanbase coming from various other kpop groups.

everything about hyunseol are insane, especially her vocals, her dancing skills, her confidence, and her visuals as if she was made by the greek goddess of love and beauty herself. a living and breathing of perfection.

her curiosity led her into getting caught by ryujin who had a knowing look over her face and she immediately felt guilty after like a child guilty of hiding their mother's most precious broken vase.

but surprisingly, ryujin just told her that she was expecting lia getting interested on her best friend and a "you weren't totally good at hiding your interest on seol, you know."

okay, lia probably is not good at keeping everything in the low when she realized that she starts to listen more on hyunseol-related stories ryujin shared whenever they eat together (probably her members realized it too and that thought just made her more embarrassed than before)

ryujin chuckled when she saw lia blushing furiously before patting her member's shoulder. "it's okay, unnie. there's nothing wrong with liking seol. you know i won't mind that and besides, you're not the only one who's crushing on her."

"what?"

and that was the moment lia's world stops for a moment.

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fromis_9 — lee chaeyoung (이채영) ⸻ early 2021 - present

first meeting

when chaeyoung first met hyunseol, it was after bighit change to hybe and acquire various companies to become one. she could remember it clearly as if it just happened yesterday.

it was a normal day for fromis_9 as a hybe staff gives them a tour around the huge building and talking about the company's rules and regulations when jiheon, who was standing beside her, suddenly let out a small squeal and started to hit her arm.

she looked at the maknae and the latter could only point at the front double doors to see bang si-hyuk, a female manager, and six tall figures walking inside.

she had heard of the six-membered group from jiheon, the moa resident of fromis_9 and mostly, the maknae always talks about oh hyunseol, her bias and bighit's wildcard.

fromis_9 was in front of the lobby when the well-known chaotic group passed them and bowed to them while hyunseol met jiheon's eyes and approached the latter before she smiled widely when the latter let out a squeal and pulled her into a hug.

"nice to see you again, fangirl. how have you been?"

"ahhh, unnie!!! it's nice to see you again, too."

the rest of fromis_9 looked at the pair in stunned silence and when they look at the txt, they saw the members looking at their oldest and jiheon with wide smiles plastered on their faces.

"you know each other?"

hyunseol looked at chaeyoung, the one who asked and smiled at her while nodding before she gently patted jiheon's head and met chaeyoung's eyes again. "yeah, i met heonie through yujin. your maknae was pretty excited and shocked when she learned that i'm friends with yujinie."

the rest of fromis_9 looked at hyunseol with their mouths forming into 'o' and laughed at their maknae's reaction while chaeyoung remained her eyes on hyunseol with a dazed look over her face. mainly, her eyes were focused on the latter's lips and how it stretched into the brightest smile she ever seen (with jiheon being in second).

"txt, come on! bang pd-nim is waiting!"

"we'll be there!", txt loudly replied back and bowed to the nine girls with hyunseol smiling at chaeyoung last as she finally pulled away from jiheon's hug before the six-membered group ran off to their manager.

chaeyoung was left looking at hyunseol's face until txt disappeared behind the elevator doors and snapped out of her trance, hoping her members didn't notice her odd behavior.

jiheon, who noticed her unnie's actions, smirked and looked away with a shake of her head.

start of interest

chaeyoung didn't exactly know when and how she starts to get interested on hyunseol, but once she heard jiheon blasting some txt songs in their dorm, she knew she'll end up thinking about the txt member more than once.

she doesn't know how to ask jiheon about hyunseol without getting suspicious, but when she gave up to her curiosity, she asked jiheon and the latter surprisingly answered all of her questions like who hyunseol was, what her favorite foods are, etc.

the maknae was so receptive in answering her questions chaeyoung was starting get suspicious of jiheon and confronted the latter about her behavior one day.

"you're interested on seol unnie, so i'm just helping your interest on her grow even more."

"s-so you knew? ever since?"

"yeah, and don't worry, i didn't tell unnie about your... sudden interest on her. i'm evil, but not that evil."

but those words alone didn't convince chaeyoung and that drove her in asking the maknae. "why are you helping me when you already knew that i'm interested on seol?"

"why not?", jiheon retaliates with a smirk. "besides you're attracted to tall people, right? unnie, i told you that seol unnie is tall tall. she's like 5'11 foot, unnie."

chaeyoung could only blink at the maknae's words with her lips slightly apart. "oh, also unnie." she looks at jiheon and sees the latter looking at her in a serious matter.

"don't fall for seol unnie too hard. you're not the only idol who is interested on her."

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ive — kim gaeul (김가을) ⸻ late 2021 - present

first meeting

(be warned: slight angst)

when gaeul first met hyunseol, it happened when she caught yujin and wonyoung sneaking out of the dorm at the late of the night after a hectic schedule.

when the two got caught, yujin answered with a pleading voice, "wonyoung and i needed to meet someone. please, unnie, let us go."

"can i tag along with you guys? just to make sure you two will come back home safe."

yujin and wonyoung looked at each other for a moment and shrugged before gaeul changed her clothes.

after hitching a taxi, gaeul couldn't help but wonder who the person yujin and wonyoung were trying to go to this late

when gaeul decides to ask who this person is, yujin just answers with a nonchalant shrug, "you'll meet her when we get there" while wonyoung tried her best not to fully break down right there and then.

due to her members' odd behavior, gaeul didn't bother to ask again and has fallen so deep in her thoughts she didn't realize the taxi had already stopped if it weren't for yujin who pulled her out of her thoughts.

when they stepped out of the vehicle, gaeul realized they are in front of an apartment building before wonyoung walked inside first, hurry present in her steps and yujin led gaeul inside.

gaeul then saw someone waiting by the lobby, talking to the receptionist and to her surprise, yujin and wonyoung immediately ran to that stranger, pulling the latter in their arms.

seol, who was the stranger, got startled and turned to the two tallest members of ive, worry plastered on her face when she heard sniffles from them.

gaeul accidentally caught seol's eyes and the latter bowed at her before the former immediately looked away with a blush, her heartbeat consuming her sense of hearing before she chastised herself for even reacting that way and gently pinched herself.

"come on, let's take this in my apartment", seol says as she keeps an eye outside the building for unsuspecting sasaengs lurking in the shadows.

after a painfully 1 minute in the elevator, the txt member led the three ive members inside her apartment and to her living room before grabbing some tissues and water bottles with a few snacks in the kitchen.

"here, some water, tissues, and snacks. now tell me what's happened."

gaeul took the single seat across her members while keeping her attention on the older girl while seol took a seat between yujin and wonyoung who immediately clung on the txt member.

she saw how seol kept her attention on yujin who was crying on the latter's shoulder while letting out the problems ive is experiencing under the media's cruel hand as wonyoung buried her head against seol's arm, tears adorning her cheeks.

and soon, gaeul found herself crying along with yujin and wonyoung when the topic reached to the most sensitive ones like how the netizens made liz uncomfortable wearing the clothes she likes, how leeseo was mocked by some fans when she was doing her thanksgiving speech, etc.

but through it all, gaeul always sees seol listening to yujin's rants and vents with undivided attention and open ears.

seeing seol being so caring to her members, attentive to whatever topic they are talking about, and somehow being good at making her members smile made gaeul's heart flutter.

she doesn't know why or how but hearing the short laughters seol and her members share amidst of the sensitive topics, gaeul couldn't help but to view seol in the different light considering she knew there are only a certain group of idols in the industry that could be trusted.

after that small session, seol's phone rang and the bighit idol immediately answered the call before standing up and walking away, leaving the three ive members talk to themselves in the living room.

"so gaeul unnie, what do you think of seol unnie?"

gaeul threw yujin a look and saw a hint of mischief on the way the leader is looking at her, narrowing her eyes at the latter. "why are you looking at me like that?"

"looking at you like what?"

"like you want to start something i don't approve of."

yujin snickers. "wwhhaattt? i do not. you're just jumping into conclusions."

gaeul gets silent while rolling her eyes.

she then looked around and examined every furniture present in the room before she looked at the picture frame beside the tv and spotted seol with a kid seated on her shoulders.

meanwhile, yujin and wonyoung are talking about their oldest while keeping their eyes on the latter, seeing how distracted gaeul is.

after the phone call, seol immediately barged inside and put her phone inside her sweatpants pocket as gaeul noticed a hint of daze in the way the txt member looks at her members but she didn't ponder on that thought any longer.

"hello, sorry. that was my manager. she was asking something, but anyways— why are you looking at me like that, yujin?"

"is it our time to go?", yujin asks.

"go? at this hour? god no, you girls will stay at my guest rooms. i won't let you girls leave, especially now that you know crime rates are high around this time." seol shook her head, the trio only noticing spare clothes in her hands. "now, go change your clothes. the clothes you two left behind days ago are in the closets."

once yujin and wonyoung left to change their clothes, seol turned to gaeul and gave the clothes to the '02 liner with a smile. "here's some spare clothes, gaeul-ssi. i hope you have a good night's sleep tonight."

"why are you doing this?" gaeul's eyes immediately widened when she realized she talks her thought out loud and covered her mouth with a gasp before grabbing the clothes. "uhm, s-sorry, s-sunbaenim. you can just leave that question unanswered, i'll just—"

"it was the right thing to do, gaeul-ssi." the ive member looked at seol to see the latter looking at her with a solemn expression.

"besides, you girls deserve some kindness, not to mention the whole world. we may not be fully acquianted with one another, but i hope you are aware of how much yujin and wonyoung kept saying how proud they are to have members like you, even they don't know if you guys aren't exactly the the type of people to have deep conversation with or not."

seol looked away with a sigh and shook her head. "it's unfair and unfortunate for your group to be targeted by such unkind and mean people in your debut. you girls just want to achieve your dreams and besides you aren't doing anything bad, so..."

"why should they hate your group?"

seol's question kept gaeul up at night thinking as she spent the night looking up at the ceiling filled with glow-in-the-dark stars.

start of interest

gaeul's interest on seol didn't start growing until it was the last week of december 2021 after hyunseol had given six-membered group delievered foods in christmas with a printed note, "hello, ive! merry christmas! i hope you guys have a good day ahead of this special day. i wish i could bring these boxes myself, but i was needed at a short notice in the company. the first box contain your favorite foods while the second contains my gifts for you. merry christmas again 🫶 sincerely, azrael"

at first, the ive members didn't know who this azrael person is and almost called their manager if not for yujin and wonyoung explaining to them that azrael is hyunseol's english name and the bighit idol always used that name for deliveries.

why?, the question gaeul kept asking to herself. why is she so... helpful? caring? kind? pretty? funny? smart? understanding? open-minded? and more positive qualities that somehow describe how perfect she is??

being a curious person herself, she decided to watch some videos about hyunseol and her group that either could be from the group's official account or the fans while she hid in the comfort of her room.

her curiosity and interest not only led her to watching txt's mvs but also the behind-the-scenes, the group's variety show 'to do', and some music awards performances. it eventually led her eyes being glued to her phone screen more often and her members may or may not have noticed her sudden interest on her phone.

as the leader of her group, yujin noticed that gaeul started binge-watching something but whenever she approaches the latter, the oldest always puts her down as if she's afraid to accidentally spilled a secret.

one day, when ive took a break from practicing, yujin saw gaeul wiping her sweat off her face while facing the mirror in the room and immediately approached the latter before dragging the '02 liner out of the room, "gaeul unnie and i will bring some snacks, we'll be right back!"

due to the quick turn of events, poor gaeul didn't get a say in the impromptu hang out. all she could do is follow the leader out before she gets confused when latter asks, "so why are you suddenly being interested on your phone? i've been noticing how much you kept smiling to yourself while watching something in your phone."

i could lie to her and save myself from embarrassment, gaeul thought to herself. or i could say the truth and get this feeling over with.

yujin, sensing the hesitation, immediately added, "if you aren't ready to tell me yet, it's fine. i totally—"

"no, it's okay. i'll say it." gaeul took a deep breath. "it's because seol unnie. i was watching txt's variety show, to do the other day and i was trying not to laugh because i don't want to draw attention to myself while watching."

yujin scratches her nape, trying not to smile and avoiding gaeul's eyes. "well, you kinda failed because you did draw attention to yourself the other day to the point the members kept asking me what you were watching that got you smiling so wide."

gaeul's face fell. oh shit.

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gfriend (former) & viviz — jung eunbi (정은비) ⸻ early 2022 - unknown

first meeting

when eunha first met seol, it was around viviz' comeback for their mini album, beam of prism. she doesn't know why but she could still remember the way how seol laughed at wonyoung's joke when her group entered the interview room (idk what it's called where mcs interview idols just like jangkku interviewed the idols).

the moment the three idols walked in the room, eunha immediately met seol's eyes and saw how the latter's eyes brighten at the sight of her. the bighit idol and jangkku immediately bowed at the three idols while greeting them.

sinb immediately smiled at the sight of the 5'11 foot idol while umji ran to the bighit idol and pulled seol in a hug while the latter let out a loud "umji unnie!"

her two members are close with the txt member ever since their gfriend days and she could always hear umji talking about the bighit idol to their leader, sowon even in the maknae's sleep.

hearing so many stories of seol from umji made eunha grow curious, but she never get the chance to meet the idol herself considering in the industry, hyunseol is known to be everywhere and anywhere. it is only a matter of luck to meet the idol herself.

but eunha didn't expect to see seol hanging out in interview room with the two new mcs out of all places. it's just too... random place to be in.

hyunseol and umji then pulled away from the hug before the latter smacked the arms of the tall girl, earning a groan from the txt member.

"ow, what was that for, unnie?"

"that's for telling me that you won't make it, and this." umji then grabbed ahold of hyunseol's t-shirt and pulled the latter down to her height before kissing the latter's cheek. "is for coming anyways. thank you, seol."

"y-yeah, a-anytime", hyunseol stuttered while blushing. "but unnie, you should know that i was going to tell you that i'll come."

"then why didn't you?" hyunseol could only look at sinb and the latter jerked her head back before her eyes fell on umji.

"so it was you all along?!"

hyunseol took several steps away from the scene and stood beside eunha who suddenly got nervous at the bighit idol's presence beside her.

why? it's because hyunseol was so tall beside her and she admits that the 5'11 foot idol is so prettier up close.

eunha doesn't know if hyunseol being pretttier up close is because of the latter's dimples making an appearance, the way the txt member's eyes disappear in her cheeks whenever she laughs, or maybe the way the bighit idol carries herself with confidence.

like she owns the place (and eunha's heart and the viviz member doesn't know it yet)

but whatever it is, eunha could only feel her heart starts having a rampage inside her chest while her thoughts became about the txt's oldest member.

start of interest

eunha's curiosity on seol didn't get bigger not until she got a birthday gift from her and a bunch of teasing from her fellow viviz and former gfriend members.

"happy birthday, eunha unnie! umji unnie told me the other day your birthday is getting close and well, i want to give you a gift even though we aren't close and acquianted with one another. i hope you have a great day today and i also hope you enjoy my gift. from azrael."

umji could only squeal in excitement once eunha told her friends who gave the gift and what gift was. it was a korean cookbook and a blank notebook to which has another note stuffed between the blank pages. "while you cook various foods, i hope you could make recipes that could satisfy your tastebuds, make you reminisce the past, and make you inspired to do more. use this notebook for the ideas you make because i know you'll do great now and forever, eunha unnie."

"eunha unnie, you received a gift from hyunseol, ahhh!! azrael is her english name if you're wondering." umji then shook her head and sighed with a hint of smile on her face. "but wow, i didn't expect her to go through with it."

"what do you mean?", yerin asks and soon the other five women looked at the youngest, intrigued.

"well, you see, unnies. i dragged hyunseol with me when i was shopping for my birthday gift to eunha unnie the other day since i don't know what to get for eunha unnie."

"then?", sowon asks, clearly interested on the maknae's storytelling.

"well, you know that we're close, right? to the point i shared some random trivias about you guys and everything that happened to us, right?"

yuju answers, "yeah, what about it?"

umji scratches her nape. "well... i told hyunseol from before that eunha unnie likes to cook. although i expected this to happen, i'm still surprised that hyunseol still remembers that info and decides to buy eunha unnie a cookbook and this blank notebook."

"when did you tell her that eunha unnie likes to cook?", sinb inquiries, narrowing her eyes.

"uh... two years ago?" umji looked at her unnies in confusion.

"and hyunseol still remembers that even though it's been two years?!"

eunha could feel herself blush as she held the txt's member's gift close to her chest, unable to join the chaos her six friends were in.

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iz*one (former) and actress — kim minju (김민주) ⸻ early 2020 - present

first meeting

when minju first met hyunseol, it was when she decided to sneak out of the dorm at night. too late in the night that she could get scolded by eunbi, but she couldn't care less.

normally, she goes to the place she frequented, a karaoke bar, but with everything that is happening in her mind and the stress coming from the group schedule, she decided to ditch the bar and let her feet led somewhere new.

and that's why she ended up standing in front of a park that had a kid's playground and some benches around the area that overlooks a riveed.

she was walking towards the nearest bench by the river when she felt a presence nearby and when she was about to run away, a hand with a handkerchief immediately got ahold of her mouth.

tears soon build up in her eyes and fear immediately consumed her as she tried to break free, but a strong scent invaded her sense of smell as she slowly started to feel dizzy.

seconds later, minju could breathe again as she felt the strong grip on her vanishes and tried to catch her balance, but her knees gave up on her.

then a strange thing happened.

another arm had caught her and before she could slap the stranger with the force remaining in her body, she heard a voice that stop her.

"it's okay, minju-ssi. you're safe, i'm here. this bastard won't bother you anymore."

she doesn't know what happened next, but all she could remember was that she fainted.

when she woke up from the terrifying night before, minju finds herself in a bedroom and immediately gets alarmed because the only thought in her mind that time was where the fuck am i?

she looked around the room in panic and found some picture frames settled on the nightstand. once she laid her eyes on the pictures, she slowly recovered from her panic.

oh, so i'm in hyunseol's bedroom, yena unnie's best friend. it kinda looks... like her.

suddenly, the bedroom door opened and showed the txt member holding a bed food tray. the two stared each other for a moment before hyunseol smiled, making minju gulp at the sudden increase of the pace her heart took inside her chest.

"hey, you're finally awake. i was getting worried that you got too affected by what had happened last night."

the bighit idol walked in and placed the tray on the desk table nearby before she sat on the end of the bed and looked at minju solemnly.

"i'm sorry you had to go through the feeling of almost getting kidnapped yesterday." minju looked away and hyunseol immediately regretted saying those words as she stood up and walked up to the food tray, her back facing minju. "sorry."

"what's happened to the suspect?"

"i called the cops on him and threw him behind bars."

"how?" hyunseol could only smile and immediately recomposed herself.

"don't worry about your pretty little head on that. come on, you need to eat breakfast after that ordeal."

hyunseol carefully set the bed food tray on the bed, mindful not to get clumsy in front of minju. once she finished, she placed the silver utensils on the side.

"i don't know what food you usually eat at breakfast, so i hope you like blueberry pancakes and greek yogurt."

"i..." minju didn't know why she feels her heart beats against her ears, but just seeing the '99 liner's effort of preparing breakfast and seeing how nervous hyunseol is if she likes pancakes or not makes a small smile appear on her lips.

"i like it."

hyunseol smiled and nodded while having her eyes trained on her desk table, the feeling of blood rushing to her cheeks getting to her.

"oh okay, that's good to hear. i'll go now so you can enjoy the silence. i hope you enjoy the food, minju-ssi."

but before hyunseol could take a step, minju already stopped her.

"please stay, i could need a friend right now."

starts of interest

minju wasn't supposed to get interest on any idol because she knew it could lead to some kind of scandal and didn't want to bring that kind of damage to her group.

but whenever she hears her fellow member, yena talking about the bighit idol whether it may be because of her unconditional kindness, undeniable charisma, or her outrageous height (yena's exact wording), she couldn't help but remember the time hyunseol took care of her and became true to her words when she asked the bighit idol not to tell anything to yena.

(until now, yena doesn't know the almost kidnapping)

she tried to not to acknowledge the rampaging emotions happening in the deep pits of her stomach whenever she hears hyunseol's name, but whenever she does, her heart pounds with each breath she takes.

she wants to tell the others about the strange feeling she got ever since she and hyunseol talked, but how could she even talk to them without mentioning the part she almost get kidnapped?

sure, eunbi would scold her about that but that's the least of her problems because she's more concerned for mentioning the word, crush.

knowing her members, they would get excited over the fact that she got a possible crush and hyunseol getting known as minju's crush in iz*one is something she isn't ready for.

but she needs to take some risks every now and then and taking risks is what she'll do.

"uh, everyone. i've gathered all of you today to tell you something."

"it sounds pretty serious when you're nervous, minju-ah", chaeyeon voices out her concern while the iz*one members took their seats on the couch and on the carpeted floor.

"i just want to hear your opinions on this because it has been bothering me and makes me feel confused, so please i hope you take this seriously."

the rest of iz*one members look at one another, muttering things minju couldn't understand before they returned their attention on the '01 liner.

"it's okay, minju-ah. you can tell us anything." eunbi's soft motherly voice toned down the anxiety minju felt in her nerves before the latter took a deep breath.

"okay, i think i like hyunseol unnie."

"hyunseol unnie? from txt?" yena immediately stood up on the floor and looked at her member in surprise. "when did you meet her?"

"last week."

looks like she needs to tell them the whole story by how confused they are right now. take another deep breath, minju. you can do this.

"okay, you see. i met hyunseol unnie when i almost got kidnapped last week, but it's okay—"

"what do you mean it's okay?! you almost got kidnapped last week!"

minju retorts back at eunbi, "but it's okay, unnie! i'm okay now! hyunseol unnie saved me—"

"she saved you?", yena repeats before she starts smirking at the younger girl. "she saved you, huh? did we hear that right?"

minju blushed with a sigh. oh boy, she could feel the wave of teasing coming from the girls.

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twice — chou tzuyu (周子瑜) ⸻ late 2019 - present

first meeting

when tzuyu first met hyunseol, it happened at the mma 2019 when nayeon decided to bring newly befriended idols to the twice waiting room with everyone's permission.

the other twice members were resting in the room when nayeon suddenly barged inside with a wide smile on her face.

"hello, everyone!"

"what do you have on your sleeve now, nayeon?", the leader asked the oldest.

"remember my request to bring two friends in the waiting room?"

"yeah, who is it?"

"you'll see." nayeon smirked at momo before she walked up to the door and talked to a pair behind it.

"okay, are you guys ready?"

"go ahead", jeongyeon says, eager present in her voice.

"okay, come on in!"

the door then was pushed open and two tall figures came out, bowing to the jyp group. when the latter finally lifted their head, tzuyu was not disappointed to know the identities of the two strangers are.

kang taehyun and oh hyunseol of tomorrow x together, bighit's newest group and bts' juniors. tzuyu also had heard about the two members especially the various titles several netizens had given the txt's oldest in the span of several months after their debut.

bighit's wildcard, txt's solace, and nation's best friend.

seeing the 5'11 foot idol in front of her somehow made sense why seol was given those titles, although tzuyu feels that two of these titles contradict one another.

in bighit's wildcard, mystery is present around the tall physique of the bighit idol. one look from seol could give tzuyu the shivers she would feel whenever she felt an unsettling sensation in her body.

also, tzuyu had heard from various idols that seol was known to be the hidden ace of bighit, but she doesn't know if those statements held some truth in them.

in txt's solace, tzuyu had seen several videos containing hyunseol and her unconditional love for her members from cooking them food, gifting them expensive yet meaningful gifts, and being the best older sister the other txt members could have.

while the title, nation's best friend is a bit self-explanatory considering the various friendships hyunseol has formed with a variety of idols from different companies.

tzuyu couldn't grasp the question how hyunseol managed to befriend idols from almost all of the groups whether it may be a girlgroup or boygroup, but all she knows is that she feels a bit jealous on the fact that hyunseol could easily make friends without getting involved in dating rumors.

"hello, twice sunbaenim. it's an honor to meet you." taehyun tried to hide behind hyunseol, getting flustered and the latter took notice of it, stepping forward.

meanwhile nayeon looked at her members proud. "see? i told you guys i would eventually befriend her."

hyunseol nodded and smirked at twice's oldest member. "yeah, nayeon unnie was so determined to be friends she even dragged us on the way here."

the '95 liner blushed and pouted. "hey, i told you to not tell them that!"

"you didn't exactly make me swear on txt, nayeon unnie. besides, you were so adamant on befriending me i simply couldn't resist telling them that", hyunseol teased.

the twice members laughed at nayeon who was now smacking hyunseol's arm with the latter letting the older girl do whatever she wants.

"also, i agreed to befriend her because taehyun and i want to give you our albums. we hope we aren't interrupting something when we came in."

jihyo then smiled and stood up. "no, no. you aren't interrupting something. we are actually expecting you since nayeon and jeongyeon had a bet against each other on who you would befriend first."

hyunseol blinked and tilted her head at twice's second oldest. "you... were trying to befriend me earlier?"

jeongyeon blushed and nodded while the rest of twice members noticed the reaction of the second oldest and jihyo turned to hyunseol, confused. "may i ask what happened?"

the txt's oldest member turned red and cleared her throat. "she asked me if i can hang out with her and get drunk after the awards show."

tzuyu has never seen jihyo turn her head so fast until now and doesn't know if she'll laugh at jeongyeon or feel bad. "what did you just say to hyunseol?!"

"i'm sorry! she was in the legal age already, so i thought of inviting her to drink!"

hyunseol speaks once the chaos temporarily stopped, "uhm... i would accept your invitation, jeongyeon unnie, but i don't think the company would allow me. that's why i rejected your offer, sorry."

"so... you're willing to get drunk?"

hyunseol and taehyun shared a look before the former answered whike scratching her nape, "yes, but i never get drunk, momo unnie."

"eh? are you sure?"

"seol noona...", twice then turned their attention on taehyun who suddently got nervous. "has a high alcohol tolerance."

"when did you find out about that one?"

hyunseol and taehyun shared a look once again before the oldest of txt avoided the nine women's eyes.

"when g-idle had a bet against me that i will get drunk first before all of them."

"so who won?"

"of course hyunseol did. that's why she found out she had a high alcohol tolerance."

"so if you—"

the waiting room door then opened and showed txt's manager, yongsun before she bowed to the 3rd gen idol group. "hello, twice. i hope you don't mind me fetching seol and taehyun. the award show is about to start."

"oh, of course we don't mind. we need to get going, anyways." jihyo bowed at txt's manager before she turned towards the two txt members. "thank you for the albums. you can just give them to tzuyu here."

hyunseol then approached twice's maknae and gave txt's album while bowing at the latter. due to her sudden nervousness, the txt's oldest member accidentally touched the other idol's hand.

the 5'11 foot idol blushed and immediately stepped away when tzuyu had grabbed the album from her. this is so embarrassing.

the two txt members and their manager gave their final bow to the girl group before they walked out.

once the trio left, jihyo threw the maknae a look and her eyes widened when she saw the hint of pink invading the latter's cheeks.

start of interest

tzuyu doesn't know if she should let her interest drove her into finding more about seol, but hearing so many txt songs on her way to the agreed rendezvous on the day she will hang out with shuhua doesn't help her decision-making.

she thinks it was god's sign to tell her to give in and she isn't usually the religious type of people, but she doesn't know if she could give it a shot or not because what could she lose in a simple curiosity?

her [REDACTED]

taking the seat in front of her friend in the café, tzuyu couldn't help but sigh and her action caught shuhua's attention.

"are you okay? did you guys have a rough week at practice?"

"i wish it was from the practice, but no."

shuhua looked at her taiwanese friend and tilted her head. "is it a crush problem?"

tzuyu could only nod in embarrassment and shuhua's jaws drop. talking about crushes is normal between them, but tzuyu's crushes? that's rare, considering tzuyu herself finds it hard to get interested on people.

"so... what's wrong?"

"i don't know if i'm just curious about her or have a crush."

her. shuhua pondered. tzuyu might like a another female idol.

"first of all, who is it?", shuhua asks before she takes a bite off her blueberry crêpe.

"oh hyunseol."

shuhua immediately choked on her food and tzuyu went to her aid, giving the g-idle member a drink. once shuhua finally got to breathe, she croaked as she looked at her friend with wide eyes. "oh hyunseol? really, her?"

"yeah. what seems the problem?"

"i'm surprised that you have a crush, but having a crush on oh fucking hyunseol? that's expected."

"why?"

shuhua ran her hands over her face and breathed out, the pain from getting choked is slowly decreasing. "i know you don't care about what netizens think, but i also hope you know what you're getting into."

tzuyu's eyebrows creased together. what does she mean by that?

shuhua added, "other than being known as nation's best friend, she is also has the reputation as being nation's heartbreaker by the netizens who hate on txt for fun."

"how? how did she become a heartbreaker?" tzuyu then took a sip of her coffee.

"because netizens think hyunseol intentionally make friends with every group to flirt with one member and break their hearts after."

"but what do you think? yuqi sunbae is friends with hyunseol unnie, right?" tzuyu took three bites of her chocolate cake.

"my advice? go for it." tzuyu's head shot up in surprise, her mouth filled with cake. "what? just because netizens think of hyunseol that way doesn't mean i believe their words. besides, i've already met seol unnie and believe me when i say that netizens are just jealous of her and her friendships with various idols.

"but it's still your choice, you know if you wanna pursue your feelings or not."

tzuyu finished her cake as she finally decided before she speaks up, "i have a question."

"ask away."

"is there any chance that you'll like seol too?"

shuhua smirks, raising a brow. "aww, are you jealous i might take her away?"

shuhua's teasing made tzuyu blush like a madman and smack her friend's arm. "n-no, i-i'm just curious."

"sure, ms. curious." shuhua took a sip of her drink and chuckled before looking at the tall girl with a serious expression.

"if i'm not so stupidly in love with soojin? i would." shuhua cleared her throat, blushing as she looked away. "like hyunseol, i mean. but luckily, i already have soojin with me, so there's no need for me to join the chaos of being attracted with seol."

tzuyu then fell in silence after that.

is it really a curse to like seol?

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red velvet — kim yerim (김예림) ⸻ late 2019 - present

first meeting

when yeri first met seol, it was when the latter accidentally got lost in the asia artist awards backstage. red velvet members saw her looking around the hallway frantically and irene decided to lend a hand as the leader of her group.

"oh, shit!" hyunseol jumped as she felt cold fingers wrapped themselves around her right arm. she turned around to see the five red velvet members and her eyes widened when she realized what she said.

"oh, i'm sorry, sunbaes. it wasn't me, it was azrael. i'm sorry, i'm sorry." the txt member bowed profusely and the sm idols chuckled, making hyunseol's ears turn red.

"azrael, huh? i heard that you're one of the english speakers of your group." wendy starts a conversation in english.

hyunseol's eyes slightly widen with familiarity and nodded. "yeah, i am. nice to meet you and your group, wendy unnie. i hope you didn't mind me swearing in front of you."

wendy chuckled and patted hyunseol's arm. "we don't mind. besides, we curse too, you know. just not around irene unnie, though."

hyunseol's lips twisted into a pout and wendy chuckled again. "but don't worry, she won't mind now considering we did scare you. anyways, what's wrong? we kept seeing you looking around the place."

"yeah, you look like a lost puppy looking around."

"a cute puppy", yeri mutters and joy's eyes rose in mischief, trying not to smirk.

but it seems that the txt's oldest member hadn't heard yeri's words and hung her head low. "i've lost my members in the sudden surge of crowd and now, i'm trying to find them, but it's been unsuccessful so far."

"did you know where your waiting room is?", irene asks, her motherly instincts coming out for a moment.

"no, unnie. my manager was leading us to our waiting room when i lost them."

"aww, don't worry, i'm sure we can help you find them", seulgi consoled as she patted the tall idol's arm, smiling.

hyunseol scratched her cheek. "uhm, i'm not worried about getting lost. it's more like getting worried for my members—"

"seol noona, where are you?!"

the loud voices of yeonjun and huening kai cut hyunseol off as it boomed through the hallway, startling all idols and staffs present in the area including red velvet.

"anddd that's what i'm talking about." hyunseol then sighed and turned to the 3rd gen group with an apologetic look. "sorry, my members tend to panic or feel edgy whenever they realized i wasn't with them or they lost me."

"separation anxiety?", joy asked.

"no, it's just the fear of leaving me behind, especially the maknae. huening kai grew protective of his older members." hyunseol ran a hand through her hair and threw her wristwatch a look, her eyes widening a little bit.

"anyways, i need to go. i'll see you around, sunbaes." hyunseol bade goodbye before she shouted, her hands around her mouth. "yeonjun, huening kai!"

"seol noona?! wave your hands so we can see you!"

hyunseol then did what she was told and turned back to the five sm idols, giving them a wave before she turned around again and walked away.

"w-who was that?" yeri finally got her voice back after being so speechless in front of the tall stranger.

"it's txt seol, nation's best friend and nation's heartbreaker."

start of interest

yeri is aware of her sudden interest on txt's oldest member (she found out that seol is the oldest when she stumbled upon the group's official website) after hearing the title the idol earned in the span of several months after debut from seulgi.

and through nayeon, the idol she is currently hanging out with, yeri's interest on seol has been amplified. especially after the twice member's story with hyunseol's birthday gift for another twice member, jihyo.

"jihyo was so happy that hyunseol remembered her birthday and got her a bunch of clothes as a gift, especially the ones that are good for the skin."

nayeon sighed and placed her chin on her hand. "jihyo's so lucky to receive a gift like that." the twice member then looked at yeri to see the latter deep in her thoughts while staring at now-lukewarm coffee before gently nudging the younger girl.

"are you okay? you're spacing out. what's on your mind?"

"hyunseol." nayeon jerked her head back at the quick response.

"hyunseol? why is she on your mind? did something happen to you two?"

"no, i'm curious about her." yeri then threw the twice member a look. "seulgi unnie referred hyunseol as the nation's best friend and nation's heartbreaker. i'm curious how she got both of those titles when they're contradicting one another."

"oh, that." nayeon suddenly got quiet for a moment and sighed before speaking up again. "the nation's heartbreaker isn't true, though. male fans of various girl groups gave that title to her because they are jealous of her and what she is capable of, knowing their idols are at seol's disposal."

"those fans are aware of their idols' crush on seol?"

"some idols talked about it in vlive while some kept it secret. those obsessive male fans are jealous of seol because she has the confidence and freedom to talk their idols while they don't."

"is all of that true?"

nayeon shook her head as she sipped her coffee before she put the cup down and speaks, "god no, but it was the observation between me and jihyo had after tzuyu started liking seol."

yeri looked at nayeon stunned and when the latter noticed her behavior, nayeon just raised a brow back. "what? you think everyone is immune to seol's charm?"

"i just didn't think—"

"think that tzuyu will like seol?" yeri nodded. "most idols call it seol's curse, you know."

seol's curse?

"it was called seol's curse because seol has so many admirers she'll have a hard time dealing with them." nayeon finished her cake with two bites and wiped her mouth with a napkin while yeri looked down at her hands.

"you know, jihyo and i felt bad for her because apparently, she didn't want to get involved in this mess and despite the chaos happening in seol's life, she could still keep a smile on her lips."

"but..." yeri then looked up and met nayeon's eyes trained on her. "there's nothing wrong with liking seol, especially if you're not doing anything bad. as long as you still respect her as a human being who has feelings, then you can still continue being infatuated with her."

nayeon then placed her hand over yeri and smiled at the younger girl. "i know what you've heard of seol and please believe me when i say what the netizens kept saying negative things about seol isn't true."

nayeon gently squeezed yeri's hand. "seol is an innocent person and she didn't mean to make almost every female idol to fall in love with her, so please..."

"don't let the opinions of others change your view of her because you'll miss the real story."

"i-i won't, nayeon unnie. i-i promise."

who are you really, oh hyunseol? and why are you so mysterious?

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female idols who almost got a crush or stopped having a crush on seol

kang hyewon - almost; reason: already have fallen in love with eunbi

kim chaewon - stopped; reason: claims seol being bad for her heart (her exact words: she's too much of a green flag)

cho miyeon - stopped; reason: doesn't want to be rejected by seol by the time she'll confess

seo soojin - almost; reason: already in love with shuhua

kim jiwon (liz) - almost; reason: wants no drama in the group

lee joowon (jooe) - stopped; reason: afraid of the scandals

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𝕊𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕄𝕖 ℙ𝕋.2

ᵖᵃⁱʳⁱⁿᵍˢ: ˢᵖʸ! ˢᵉᵘⁿᵍᵐⁱⁿ ˣ ⁱᵈᵒˡ ᶠᵉᵐ! ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ: 2.2ᵏ

ᵍᵉⁿʳᵉ: ᵃⁿᵍˢᵗ, ˢᵖʸ!ⁱᵈᵒˡ ᵃᵘ, ˢᵉʳⁱᵉˢ

ʷᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: ˢʷᵉᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ, ˢᵒᵐᵉʷʰᵃᵗ ᵃᵍᵍʳᵉˢⁱᵛᵉ ˢᵉᵘⁿᵍᵐⁱⁿ, ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ˢᵗᵃˡᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵃʳᵐⁱⁿᵍ, ᶠᵃᵏᵉ ⁱᵈᵉⁿᵗⁱᵗⁱᵉˢ.

ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢⁱˢ: ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʷᵉⁱʳᵈ ᵉⁿᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗᵉʳ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ᵐᵃⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ʳᵉᶜᵒᵍⁿⁱᶻᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵒⁿᵍᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ, ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ᵃ ˢᵉʳⁱᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵇᵃᵈ ᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗˢ ᵒⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵗᵒᵘʳ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵉᵉᵗ ᵃ ˢⁱᵈᵉ ʸᵒᵘ'ᵛᵉ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ⁿᵒᵗⁱᶜᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡⁱᵃʳ ᵍᵘʸ.

ᵃ/ⁿ: ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵗʰʳᵉᵉ????

ᵇʳⁱᵉᶠ ⁱⁿᵗʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵇˡᵒᵍ

Seungmin turned over to face the only person he hoped not to see.

L/N Y/N

“My apologies, I didn't mean to interrupt your day.” he bowed as his words exited his mouth.

However, it didn't end there… you recognized this face.

“Oh, no worries. That's alright, I was just confused.”

You let out a small chuckle in order to lighten up the tense mood.

Seungmin got up from his position and smiled lightly.

“I'm sorry to have caused confusion.”

“It’s okay, partially my fault.”

“Oh, don't worry about it, it's okay.”

You were tempted to ask him all the questions you had kept to yourself throughout the past week or 2, however they wouldn't exit your mouth. They were eternally trapped inside with no escape.

“I should get going, I hope to see you around sometime.”

“We will.”

“We will…?*

“Mm, we will, anyways, I'll see you around.”

“Yeah…”

Partially confused, but partially creeped out, you had too much on your mind from your schedules, but this was taking over all those thoughts.

All the words that came out of his mouth were, tender, soothing, low, yet so eiree.

“Y/n?”

“Yes Manager?”

“Are you ready? You took a while, remember we have to get there before 4:00pm.”

“Yes, I remembered, I just got stopped for a moment, my fault.”

“It’s okay, just hurry and get in.”

Entering the car, you shut the door and looked out the window as the car begun moving, you put on your headphones and loaded some music to clear your mind, nothing was working because the words “we will” constantly reappeared in your head, nothing could change it. At the time you never thought this way about any fan, but ever since you ran into Dongyun, you can't think straight. Who was he? Did he have good intentions? Perhaps bad? What about him attracted you to him? It was always just the same questions that you couldn't get an answer too, even though they were absolutely devouring your insides, and you knew you wouldn't be able to perform to your best, all because of these words that just wouldn't stop haunting you.

Before you knew it, you arrived at your location, entering through your assigned entrance and came face to face with a bunch of managers walking around with the idol under them, a lot of big names were currently in the same building as you, although it wasn't a new thing, it never failed to amaze you.

“Okay, Y/n, I need to go this way since I have a meeting, you can go ahead and go to your assigned stylists so she can start preparing you.”

“Got it, how long will you take?”

“I'll be done before you go on stage, hopefully before final rehearsals.”

“So in about an hour or so?”

“Hopefully, yes. I doubt it'll go over 2.”

“Okay, I'll see you later then.”

Your manager nodded and then disappeared into a nearby room, you knew your way around the building, you had been here multiple times throughout your career.

“Hello L/n.”

You turned around to the familiar voice, in an isolated area it made complete sense to hear this voice now.

“Hello.”

“It's good to see you again, you're performing today right?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“I bet you'll do amazing.”

You raised an eyebrow and slightly squinted your eyes.

Knowing this wasn't the real Yang Minyung, you saw a lot more flaws in the makeup, hair, and features.

“Are you performing today?”

“Unfortunately, today I'm just here to spectate.”

“That's a bummer, why aren't you? You normally always do.”

“Didn't invite me as an idol today.”

She did a broken heart motion with her hands along with a small frown on her face.

Lie number two, Yang Minyung was always invited to these events without fail, as one of the top soloist, chaos would break loose if she wasn't invited to an event like this.

“That's unfortunate, I'm sorry about that.”

“It's fine, what time will you be up?”

“Around 6:40ish”

“Oh! That's lovely, I can't wait to see you, bet you'll do great.”

“That's very kind, thank you but I have to get going."

“Okay! Fighting!”

Although the ways were separated, you couldn't help but grow chills at the way you ran into her twice in places that only idols could be in, how did she manage to get in without getting caught by any guards? Or how was she able to run into you specifically every time?

Or maybe…

It wasn't an accident…?

You left your bedroom to pick up a glass of water from the kitchen. It was dark and late at night, however you still wanted to finish reading your book, not to mention your skincare was still on.

Getting your glass of water, you started making your way back to your bedroom until you heard a low knock on your door.

It was a bit suspicious judging by how late it was but you decided to look outside from your peephole to try to catch a glimpse of who it could possibly be.

You saw a man, around late 20’s standing outside your door, looking straight at the doorknob…

Immediately pushing back from the door, you turned the double lock and ran to the bathroom quietly, washing off the cleanser that was placed on your face, closing the door and locking it. You heard a couple more knocks until it went silent, and no further noises were heard.

You thought you could hear the sound of two men lightly talking outside your door before walking away, you took a moment and thought about everything, before you realized…

One voice wasn't of a man…

Rather of a woman.

You only saw a man outside your door, so where was the woman?

Opening the door to the bathroom slowly you gathered a couple belongings and called room service, they assured you no one was in your floor and that they would look into it, and so, you left the room and went to another random door.

You took a breath before knocking lightly in hopes of not attracting anyone nearby.

Hearing a couple noises, such as rustles, and footsteps, you knew someone heard you, you let out a sigh and hoped you hadn't knocked on the door of some creep, you waited anxiously, quietly pacing around your spot and hoped whoever knocked on your door was no longer in the building. Thoughts filled your head until you heard the door lightly open.

“Why the hell are you outside in the middle of the fucking night!?”

The voice sounded aggressive, almost angry, you couldn't blame the guy. It was late.

“I'm sorry… could I please ask to sta-”

Unable to finish your sentence because you finally noticed whose door your knocked on.

Non other, than the one and only Dongyun.

However, the thought never settled in upon hearing the sound of approaching footsteps and 2 voices whispering to each other inaudible words.

This was no stranger to Seungmin. He knew exactly why you stood at his door the moment he heard the two voices.

You quickly turned around with a worried look on your face, and before your mouth could even open, Seungmin dragged you into his room, and shutting the door behind him quietly.

“Okay… what's going on?” he said while turning on a dim lamp next to him, he sat down on the table and kept his voice to a minimum..

“How did you know what I-”

“Answer the fucking question. What is going on?”

You paused upon hearing his voice, tired and raspy, angry and deprived.

“I don't know!! I don't know what's going on myself…”

Seungmin sighed in frustration, before turning on his phone and opening up an app.

“Tell me everything you know.”

“I don't know anything!!”

“Don't be silly! What did you see!?”

“Nothing!!”

Seungmin breathed in slowly, and glanced over at you

“Why are you scared?”

“A man… knocked on my door just now.”

He glanced at his screen and started typing.

“What did he do?”

*Just knocked.”

“Did you catch a glimpse of him?”

“Not much… I can't say any features other than the fact he was tall and looked around mid to late 20’s”

“What were you doing when it happened?”

“Getting a glass of water.”

“Did you see him with the woman outside your door?”

“No… it was just him…”

“So while getting a glass of water just now, you heard a knock and saw a mid-late 20 aged man standing outside your door, he knocked multiple times with absolutely no woman in view until her voice was heard speaking to him!?”

“Yes! He was looking at my doorknob, when I looked out the peephole.”

You noticed him type before beginning to dial a number, the phone rang a couple of times before it went to voicemail and he hung up.

He glanced down and groaned in hopelessness before turning back to look at you.

“Well, I guess you can spend the night.”

“Would it be alright?”

“For right now I guess.”

“Thank you so much.”

You put your bag down and sat on the couch, Seungmin glanced on you before sighing.

“Sorry, could I lay here?”

Seungmin nodded lightly before bring his lamp over and putting it over the table.

“Just in case you need it.”

However, you didn't get a chance to thank the guy because he was already making his way back to his bedroom.

“Hey!”

Seungmin turned around to face you, looking a bit annoyed despite being in the dark.

“What now?”

“You… you're Dongyun… from the fan sign right..?”

Seungmin's expression changed, from annoyed to worried. How did you manage to remember him!? Why hadn't you said anything upon seeing him for the first time? Thoughts brushed his head as he looked back at you and began to speak.

“Goodnight.” He began walking to the hotel bedroom, although it wasn't an answer his response was clear.

“Goodnight.”

However Seungmin wasn't going to bed just yet…

He had some work to do.

“Dongyun?”

Work to complete.

You asked, looking up at the tall man hovering over the couch holding 2 cups of a relatively warm drink.

“Take the cup, it's burning my hands.”

“My bad… is this for me?”

“Yes it's for you, I'm not here with anyone.”

Although the response was aggressive, you let out a smile and drank the warm coffee, you needed it after all that happened last night.

Seungmin kept looking at you before beginning to walk away from the couch and over to the hotel kitchen.

“Dongyun!”

You noticed the young man turn around before completely turning his body to face you.

“Let's watch a movie, or a drama, or anything, I brought my computer and it's my free day.”

“Don't you have any schedules?”

“I do, but not until later on, like around 5:00.”

Hesitant, but later giving in and walking over to the couch, you always had something separating the two of you however the distance being so close startled you, but you kept your word and took out your computer.

“What would you like to watch?”

“Drama.”

“So you're a drama guy huh?” You joked.

Seungmin looked over at you and turned away while slightly nodding his head.

“How long have you been watc-”

“Why are you so nosey? Just look for a drama..” he looked away from you in a hurry, as you kept an annoyed stare.

“Fine then. What type of dramas do you watch?”

“Prefer thriller or action...”

You continued to look for a drama you could watch with him and ultimately decided on one, you noticed Seungmin turn after the intro was over.

Why did he even turn away for so long? Were you annoying him a bit? Or were you just being nosey like he mentioned..? Or both, you decided to try not to speak to him throughout the rest of your stay to avoid causing conflict.

The rest of the morning and afternoon with Seungmin was mostly silent, 5:00pm came and you left off to your schedules only to return later that night, you went over to the front desk upon stepping in the building.

“An extra room?”

“Could I get an extra room?”

“Yes.”

“L/N Y-”

“Name?”

“What are you doing?”

Recognizing the voice, you turned around to face the familiar man

“Dongyun!?”

“You're coming with-”

“Why!?” quickly cutting him off before he was able to finish his sentence, he soon turned around to face you, letting out a small sigh after a moment of intense eye contact.

“Listen, sometimes you can't trust someone on their own.”

“I'm a grown adult, I can take care of myself-”

“Maybe you can but others won't allow it.”

For one of the first times you heard him raise his voice higher than he normally kept it, recalling all your interactions, he always had a soft and calm voice, however right now he raised it ever so slightly.

“What..?”

“I'll explain everything if you stay with me for the time being.”

“I can't….”

However, Seungmin didn't wait for your response before grabbing your arm and dragging you into his room.

“What the hell-!?” although, you were unable to finish your sentence, as you felt your back touch a wall, and right in front of you stood the guy who you thought you knew, but realized that the entire Identity he built for you was a lie.

All of it….

Was lies.