#.and I am not dead (Felix : main )

[amberedcorpse]

@malefikant wants compensation from Felix.

 „What makes you think you have the right?“ It was the same hum-soft voice, soothing and perhaps a little too gentle, unbefitting a man that had caught another red-handed going through his belongings. His things. Carelessly scattering them about and leaving them strewn across the ground, like they were of no worth. Not only that. He took. Took without asking if he could, without permission and even with paying the price for this indecency did not learn his lesson because he simply got back up again after ingesting a substance he should not have. The truth was — if listened closely — one would be able to tell that instead of offering too much sentiment, his voice was instead lacking. Lacking something crucial. Underlined by another tone, a hinting at a seething that bubbled just so beneath the frozen surface and was not brought to the light through sheer will of his. Hindering the showing true colors of angered emotion, the demonstrating that his overall softness displayed was merely that — a display. Etiquette. Good manners more than a soft spot within the heart. Alexander cast a scrutinizing gaze, cold and piercing, as though he could see right through and past what laid under the skin of the man before him. Silence filled the room after the closing of the door behind him, only to then be filled by the characteristic clicking of iron heels on solid floor with every slow step he took. A good while he had just stood there and had watched, had remained unnoticed (or worse: ignored), which had caused the smile on his face to grow wider. Hardly noticeable but it was, stretched-thin and painted in false greeting, odd and strange in the way his eyes did not offer warmth but cold. A looming, warning chill that always grew in intensity when something was wrong. This was not a smile. It was a sneer. There was something peculiar about the way the witch moved as he approached. The way in which he behaved and gave himself, with a glacial pride stitched to his spine. The way in which he carried himself did not quite fit, was slightly off from how he usually was. There was something dangerously off about the air that usually engulfed him (something about him seeming hardened, sharpened). Whatever it was that he was missing, that took away from that light elegance he carried himself with and instead filled it with more masculinity, something about him spelled trouble.             „I did not give you permission. I demand compensation.“

His shadow perked up and raised its head up the wall, watching without a proper gaze, consuming everything in its purview with a subtle but far-reaching darkness. Its tropical warmth collided with the nipping chill of the witch’s magic, drawing a clear circle of mist and condensation around the body. 

Permission, he says. 

The god smiled, rows of sharp teeth hidden between layers of spatial and spiritual distance. Yet it made its own amusement felt, like a needling sense of unease filtering the air, the certainty that something lurked at the corner of one’s eye. There was something funny about this witch, beyond the fact they didn’t belong in the bounds of this world, or that over their shoulders it smelled traces of a long fated doom. They could have easily cast Felix out of the way, harmed him in some way– or even killed him. But they had frustrated the shadow’s  every attempt at baiting them into violence up to that point. It was clear to them they searched for something, were lured by some malformed curiosity, a thread tangled with its own puppet’s strings. The very nature of that curiosity, however, strangely eluded it. 

Felix felt all of his muscles pulled taut, and he knew to brace himself for what was to come. Both arms gathered round the other's things and pulled them out in a single, reckless sweep. Though many of the baubles survived the careless fall, others cracked or outright shattered around his shoes. Pools of strange potions spread across the tiled floor, thick and ill-smelling, like oils that had long expired. He blinked a few times, like a cat frightened by its own negligence, and looked at his hands which had gone back under his control. There was a reason his god had acted through him, worn his skin like throwaway gloves, and he found it in Alex’s subzero stare. 

For a moment, he attempted to take a step back, but was stalled by the will of his precious shade, who turned him to face the other instead. Glass crackled under the soles of his boots as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, all while the instinct to scurry away was also being suppressed for him. Trapped in an infinite and divine snare, he quickly took to worrying the inside of his cheek, wondering what other horrible tricks Mischief had up its sleeves.

“Compensation? But I don’t have anything. You could take the clothes off his back.” 

Rage flashed across his face, and the subtle, annoyed twitch that had lifted his lip now turned to a snarl. He made a low, feline sound to something invisible over his shoulder and fretted with the thought of having to wander out naked again, until his face was harshly moved back to position. Faint pressure marks on his cheeks left the impression of an invisible hand, its claws nearly jabbing the flesh there, until everything faded as quickly as it had appeared. 

“What am I supposed to give you?” 

[bahablastplz]

All in | Chapter 10

pairing: Lee Felix x f!reader (mafia au)

summary: You didn't know what you were getting yourself into when you started dating Yang Jungwon, notorious mafia boss. Your life gets flipped upside down when you're found beaten and bloody by SKZ, the rival mafia group, and you're quickly integrated into their lives. What will happen when you try to leave your old life behind and start anew?

chapter summary: you're finally back at the house and you need to find yourself a new normal again. you take this time to get better acquainted with the others and make sense of what you know

warnings: please see series masterlist for all warnings

series masterlist ~~ series taglist ~~ main masterlist

When you arrive back at the house, you start to feel sick. 

You’re not sure if it’s nerves or stress, but in reality it’s probably the events of the last few days finally starting to catch up to you. You immediately excuse yourself to your room and crash onto your bed, fighting back the urge to vomit. 

Someone knocks on your door. You tell them to go away and they do; that’s how you know it isn’t Chan. The night comes and goes and you sleep your way through it. You sleep into the morning. Well into the morning, in fact, that you miss both breakfast and lunch. 

You wake up finally, drenched in sweat and completely sore all over your body. It’s the sound of yelling outside of your door that rouses you from your sleep, your door slamming open causing you to cower under your covers. 

“Get up,” Chan says. His voice does not allow room for argument. 

“Chan, you should leave her–” 

“Changbin, I don’t fucking need you to tell me what to do right now. Y/N, get up. You’re eating dinner with us. You’re not skipping another meal,” he says. Tears prick at your eyes but you’re successful at holding them back. You are not going to cry. Not in front of Chan. 

“I don’t feel good,” you say. 

“That’s bullshit,” he says, nearly cutting you off as if he anticipated your answer. “I know I have put you through a lot these past few days, but like Hell am I going to let you wither away in my house.” You let out a squeal as you feel the covers get yanked off of your body, leaving you feeling bare. The cold air pricks at your sweat covered skin and immediately you get goosebumps from the sensation. When you look up you see him standing over the mattress with his arms crossed, his gaze boring into your features, and you roll out of bed with a sigh. You feel nauseous as you follow him to the dining room but you don’t argue. However, the blood in your skin does start to boil. 

Who the fuck is he to tell you what you can and can’t do? He’s already locked you up in this house, killed someone in front of you, and controlled just about every movement since you’ve ended up here. Is he going to dictate your whole meal plan too? God, you’re seething. 

But you also know he’s right. That’s what infuriates you. Your physical ailments are just a manifestation of your trauma and your psyche, and maybe you have been letting them consume you for the past 24-hours, but that is your absolute right to do so. It chills you that he pays close attention to your each and every movement. 

You think back to your conversation with Woojin in the warehouse. “Chan doesn’t like in the way that normal people like. He gets infatuated. He becomes obsessed and controlling and people end up dead.” You suppress the urge to shudder. You’re not sure you want to be loved or even liked by Chan. He was a passionate, attentive lover. You can only imagine being with Chan being like that, but tenfold. 

On the other hand, you didn’t quite want to be disliked by Chan. 

Besides the lack of food in your stomach from the past day, something else makes you nauseous when you sit at the table. Felix. You shoot him a smile and despise the way that your heart squeezes when he grins back at you. At this point, you can’t deny that you feel something towards the man. You shouldn’t. You absolutely fucking shouldn’t. Despite his kind treatment, he is still in the mafia, just like everyone else here. You’ve just allowed yourself to lean into your delusion that you could be something more, that maybe there’s more behind his kind actions that meets the eye. 

You pick at your food at first. You realize it’s the first time that everyone has been here at dinner since before Woojin left. That feels like such a long time ago. Now, Lee Know is finally back, and you notice that the dynamic feels just a little bit more complete. Despite the last few days being absolutely wild, dinner conversation is just about as normal as it would be. You find yourself smiling subconsciously when jokes are cracked. And before you know it, you've eaten your whole plate. You really were hungrier than you realized. 

As you clean your plate and slide it into the trash, you run right into Felix. Literally. His warm hands find their way to your waist to steady you and you don't meet his eye. Your face warms up at the action and you turn away from him, suddenly nervous. 

“Hey,” he says, voice laced with surprise. “I haven’t seen you in a bit. You doing okay?” 

“I’m… better now, I guess. Thanks. The past few days were just…” 

“A lot?” 

“Yeah,” you reply, daring a gaze to his softening eyes, a warm brown hue. “A lot.” 

“If you’re feeling up to it, we could train some more?” he asks. His eyes are searching your face as if to confirm that you’re in a well-enough state to do so. You hope he doesn’t notice the blush that spreads over your features just from talking to him. You think back to the motel, and how his lips had gotten dangerously close to brushing against yours. You could feel his warm breath on yours, and if you had moved even just a centimeter closer you would have kissed, and there 

would have been no coming back from that. Can you trust yourself  to train with him? To not allow yourself to develop further feelings, or to act and cross that unreturnable line?

“No thanks,” you tell him as politely as you can muster. “I’m… still not feeling too well, physically. Still kind of nauseous, you know? Raincheck?” 

“Yeah, of course!” he says. It’s at this moment when you realize his hands are still on your waist from when he steadied you from your near-fall. If your face wasn’t red before, it certainly is now. Great. As if he’s realized this too, his hands fall from their place on your body and he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “I hope you feel better! Let me know if you need anything, yeah?” 

Felix is too polite and heartfelt for his own good, you think. It’s the quality of his that catches you the most off guard, the one that makes you forget so easily that he’s supposed to be dangerous. 

As you walk back to your room, his touch a hot remnant on your waist, you try to remind yourself of all the times that Felix has proven himself to be more dangerous than he lets on. The night you escaped, for example, he threatened the men that had cornered you with a gun. Felix punching Woojin in the nose after he touched you, another example. Then there’s the night he brought you to the hotel. He had shown up with blood covering his white stained suit, though you had never asked about it. So yes, he has proven himself to be a dangerous, strong man. Why hasn’t that deterred your heart from yearning after him, though?

You sigh once you’ve returned to your room. You realize that you will need to get a new book from Hyunjin. You decide to put that off for now, however, and opt to leave the room. You know you will need to shower the sweat off of your clammy skin from your excessive sleep anyway, so you might as well go to the gym while you’re at it. Without Felix, this time. You almost feel bad that you lied and decided to go to the gym without him, but it’s not for lack of a good reason. You pick out a pair of clothes from your wardrobe that are loosely-fitting, easy for movement, and throw your hair up into a ponytail. 

On your way to the gym, however, you realize there’s something that doesn’t feel right. A nagging feeling in your stomach. It’s at this time that you find yourself seeking out Chan, walking to his room for the first time since you moved in. There’s much you need to talk about, and it’s probably best to do so alone. 

The door at the very end of the hall. It’s the only one besides Chan’s office that is characterized with a big metal deadbolt, almost comical in nature. Before you can plant a seed of doubt in yourself, you’re rapping on the door three times, hard. You don’t realize that it’s already late to begin with, so you hadn’t considered the option that he might be asleep until you’re met with silence. Hesitantly you turn around putting pressure on the balls of your feet to walk away before you hear a click, the door creaking open. Your heart beats fast for a second, and you’re met with the sight of Chan before you can consider running away. 

He looks at you, confused. He obviously was not expecting you to be on the other side of the door. You wonder if he was expecting Hyunjin instead. You notice that he’s freshly showered, his dark hair falling in messy curls around his head and this kind of throws you off guard. In front of you, Chan has only ever looked neat and put-together, hair straightened and meticulous in his appearance. Even when he found you in the abandoned warehouse, he looked the embodiment of perfection, still in his suit from the gala. To see him in something so casual, sweats and a loose t-shirt after dinner… You almost forget for a second that the man in front of you is Bang Chan, one of the most dangerous men in the country, leader of the mafia. Almost. 

You clear your throat. “We need to talk,” you say. You feel triumphant for once, that you’re the one taking him by surprise, that you’re the one with the upperhand, but that’s all forgotten when he opens his door wider and invites you into his room. 

Well. You weren’t exactly expecting that. But you clear your throat and follow him inside. 

The first thing you notice about Chan’s room is how large it is. It makes sense, really, that the leader of the mafia would have the largest room in his own house. You’re sure there’s a reason why it was deadbolted shut, that there’s things in here that aren’t meant for just anyone to see. 

His bed is king-sized, placed in the middle of the room thoughtfully with a black duvet. The whole room matches, really, dark mahogany hardwood floors and black furniture. Even the walls, though sleek and elegant in feel, give a more gloomy yet modern feel. It’s very minimalist, you notice, no picture frames or paintings hung on the walls, though that feels very on brand for the man in front of you. 

Chan motions for you to sit on his bed. You do, trying to hide your hesitation, crossing your legs as you watch the man cross the room. He stands in front of you, arms crossed and looking down at you where you sit. Mindlessly, you smooth your hands over the duvet, neatly made and cold to the touch and probably more expensive than anything you’ve ever owned. 

“Yes?” He asks. He has a blank expression on his face and you curse yourself momentarily for being unable to identify what he’s thinking, but then you remember why you’re here. 

“Right,” you say. “I wanted to talk.” You take a deep breath and try to calm your nerves. 

He makes a noncommittal gesture with his hand, as if to say ‘so talk, then. What are you waiting for?’ 

“The gala,” you gulp. “That was… um, a lot, obviously. It’s just…” you try to think about where to even start and how to phrase what you had to say without offending him. As much as you want to curse him out, then and there, offending the man that is currently guaranteeing your safety probably isn’t the most wise decision. “Before we went inside, I told you about how nervous I was to see Jungwon. And you said… you promised that nothing was going to happen to me. I just can’t help but wonder, Chan. Was it a lie? Did you hand me over to them as a tactic? I know I don’t mean much to you guys, and at the end of the day you really have no reason to protect me. I just… I don’t want to think that you lied, but–”

“That’s enough.” When you meet his gaze you see how utterly pissed off he is. Shit. The words had spilled out of your mouth faster than you intended, but to be fair you had the right to know. Had he intentionally put your life in danger for the sake of getting his revenge on Jungwon? It really hadn’t come to your mind until now, but once the thought infiltrated your brain you couldn’t get it to leave. “I don’t fucking lie, Y/N,” he practically spits at you. “I thought you would know by now that I value honesty and loyalty above all else. What happened at the gala, as much as I hate to admit it, was out of my control. We should have prepared for it, but when we saw Woojin was there things got out of hand fast. The safety of one of my team members was in danger, so my priority was ensuring Minho’s safety. I hate feeling powerless. I fucking hate it, that they had the upper hand on us, but I thought that I made it perfectly clear after you got taken that they were going to pay for what they did to you.” 

You nod your head, solemnly. “I’m sorry, I just–”

He shushes you sharply. You can tell he’s not finished speaking and he’s still full of irritation so you let him continue. “I don’t want to hear you say that we have no reason to protect you. That’s bullshit and we both know it. Sure, at first, the only reason you were allowed to stay with us was so we had the upper hand on Yang Jungwon. But I think you and I both realize that you’re something more to us now. Something more to me,” he says. “Jungwon is dead now. I protected you. Give me a chance to protect you again, Y/N. Let me kill Lee Heeseung and show you that you’re safe, and that you belong here. Nobody will ever hurt you again,” he ensures. 

His words send a shiver down your spine. His words are so blunt and to the point, and if you weren’t listening carefully you would have almost missed the confession laced between his words. It scares you, this overprotective and controlling aspect of the man in front of you, the one who watches your every move. Chan, who makes sure you’re eating and taking care of yourself, Chan who loves too deeply, Chan who will make sure that nobody will ever lay a hand on you again. 

You don’t know what to say. It’s overwhelming, and unease settles in your gut. “He’s dead,” is what you settle on, surprising even yourself. 

“He is,” Chan agrees. “I’m not going to apologize for it.” 

“I didn’t ask for you to,” you reply. “It’s just… does it get any easier?” 

“Seeing the dead bodies?” he clarifies. You shake your head. 

“Losing the people that you love,” you say just above a whisper. You know he hears you. He grimaces. 

“I don’t know,” he confesses. “I haven’t… I haven’t loved in a very long time. And I don’t intend to lose anybody anytime soon.” 

The two of you sit in silence for a moment. His words sit heavy in the air, swirling around before falling heavily upon your shoulders. You look at him with a grimace to match. 

“I’ve been having nightmares,” you admit. 

“You’ll be okay.” He reaches his hand out to guide you up, off of the bed. You take it, standing, trying not to think about how he invalidated your statement. You’re not sure what you expected from him but it leaves a sour taste in your mouth. Your brain flashes to Felix, a day or two prior that comforted you in the motel bed as sobs racked through your body. Felix, who let you lay your head on his chest as he soothed you to sleep and actually made you feel like everything would be okay. You shake the thought from your head. Chan is not Felix. 

With a small smile you acknowledge the man and thank him. He surprises you when he brings you in for a hug, your head resting on his shoulder. He smells vaguely of rain, you think, though you think the man is more befitting of a storm, angry and all-consuming. You push yourself weakly out of his grasp, muttering a small ‘goodnight’ as you leave the room. 

You can hear the deadbolt click behind you and you let out a shuddering breath. You can’t help the way your skin pricks up at Chan’s every touch, though the man also leaves you feeling uneasy. 

It’s time for you to go to the gym. 

With an exasperated sigh, that’s where you end up. It’s late at night now, so you don’t expect anybody to be here when you arrive but someone is. You hear them grunting and breathing heavy before you see them, and you almost turn around and head back to your room before you change your mind. 

You need to relieve your stress right now. 

You never thought you would be the person to say that, let alone use working out as an outlet for your stress, but here you are. The last few weeks of your life would bring most people to the brink of madness, after all, so if going to the gym and finally becoming strong was your new coping mechanism, fuck it. 

You swing open the door and try not to make eye contact. Please don’t be Felix, you think. I don’t think I can emotionally deal with that situation right now. 

It seems luck is in your favor, for once, as Changbin is the one that turns around when you enter. You give him a small smile, as you are feeling pretty relieved to see him. 

You don’t spare him a second glance, however, as you turn on the treadmill and start running. You wish you had a phone in moments like these, a way that you could listen to music so that you could just turn your brain off. Felix would always play music off his phone when you went to the gym together. Fuck! If your brain could stop thinking about Felix for one moment, his flowery-yet-musky smell and his beautiful, fair hair and fae-like features, things would be so much easier for you. 

“Dude,” you hear. “You good?” 

You almost stumble on the treadmill, slamming the stop button to turn around and glare at the man behind you. 

“What?” you say, more venomous than deserved. 

“You okay?” he repeats himself. A thick layer of sweat coats his skin, and you notice the ridiculous amount of weight he has set on the barbell. Makes sense. As the bodyguard of the group, he is ridiculously in shape. You must be stupid or blind to not admire the muscles he has likely put a lot of time into. “You’re like, slamming your feet into the treadmill and you’ve been sprinting for a good 15 minutes.” He’s right. You hadn’t even noticed how effortlessly you had run almost two miles. 

“I’m fine,” you sigh. Neither of you seem convinced. 

“You seem pissed,” he points out. 

“I am pissed,” you finally agree. So much for being elusive and shoving away your feelings. It doesn’t take much for you to cave. “It’s been a long couple of days.” 

“I can imagine,” he sympathizes. “What can I do to help?” His words take you by surprise, as he seems genuine in offering his help. You ponder his question as you try and catch your breath. 

“Spar with me?” You ask, finally. You’re not too sure you want to go to Felix about this anymore. 

“I can do that,” he replies with a smile. 

After wrapping your hands up and getting ready, you take a defensive stance. Changbin looks like he’s been taken by surprise. 

“What?” you question, confused by his reaction. 

“Nothing,” he answers quickly. “It’s just… your form is good! I thought I would have to teach you some of the basics.” 

You preen a little at the compliment. Your form is actually good? That means your hard work is paying off! “I’ve been practicing with Felix,” you admit. 

A look of realization flashes over him. “Ohhhhh,” is all he says in response. “Are you ready?” You grunt in approval. 

Changbin does not go easy on you, to your surprise. He immediately goes on the offense, attacking with hit after hit. He’s not using his full strength, thankfully as you probably can’t take it just yet, but the man is fast. It’s also interesting to see how different his fighting style is from Felix’s, though you notice some similarities. 

Like how he plants his feet firmly after each right hook. Like how he leaves his left side open and unprotected after he bends his leg to connect his knee to your abdomen. He isn’t expecting your kick or the force behind it and it knocks him backwards. He regains his balance quickly and doesn’t completely fall, much to your chagrin, though the look of shock that crosses his features tells you all you need to know. You’re starting to get good. 

“You’re observant,” he points out. “That’s really good. That will make up for your lack of strength. Fighting is equal parts brain and brawn, you know. You’re good at using your brain to your advantage.” You remember that Changbin is one of the best fighters in the house other than Felix so you don’t take his praise for granted. 

“Thanks,” you say. “You’re strong, you know.” 

“So I’ve been told,” he laughs. “It’s a part of the job. I haven’t always been like this, though.” You try to think about a younger Changbin, weak and scrawny and you almost laugh at the thought. There’s no way. 

“Any reason why you decided to bulk up? Besides the job, obviously. It’s just, your physique isn’t something that someone would get for the sake of a job,” you smile. 

“What can I say,” he shrugs. “I had people to protect. I was weak and people took advantage of that, so I became strong. I wanted to become feared, let people know not to mess with me or the people I love, and what better way to do that than to look the muscular, intimidating part?” You ponder his words, not missing it when he said he had people to protect. You wonder where they are now. You wonder how he got here, even, but you don’t ask. You think there’s a lot more to Changbin that meets the eye. “Are you done already?” He asks after a beat. 

“No, I don’t think so,” you say, changing the subject. “Felix was starting to work with me on self-defense tactics to get out of a restrictive hold. Can you help me?” He quirks his brow in surprise. “Shouldn’t Felix help you, then?” 

You shrug your shoulders. “I’m not here with Felix right now, I’m here with you.” 

“Fair enough,” he mutters. You give him a small grin. Somehow, your stress has melted off of you in waves and you’ve almost forgotten what has gotten you so worked up in the first place. Changbin does a good job of making sure your focus is entirely on him, no distractions evident when he pulls you into a chokehold from behind. It’s not tight or malicious, but effective in its purpose as a demonstration. “This is one of the most common restrictive holds,” he explains. “Tell me, when I pull you in from behind and my hands are wrapped around your neck, what is your first instinct?” 

“To try to pry your hands away from my neck,” you respond. 

“Good,” he praises. “That’s what you want to avoid. Think about my body, behind you right now. What do you have open? What do I have open that you can attack?”

You mull his words over for a second, becoming hyper-aware of his body behind you. If both of his arms are around your neck, that means his torso is free. You could easily swing an elbow back and try to make contact with his ribs. Thinking about a previous lesson with Felix, you consider the more vulnerable areas of the body. The face, the neck, and the groin. 

“My legs are free,” you answer. “I could swing up a leg from behind and hit you in the groin.”

“That’s right,” he says. “Anything else?” 

“Your face? If I swing my head back hard enough, I should be able to smack you right in the nose. That’s enough to throw anyone off guard.” 

“Are you sure you even need me to show you how it’s done?” he teases. “Let’s practice now.” 

You’re not sure how long you and Changbin spend in the gym, but you feel thoroughly spent by the time you’re through. Your muscles ache, you’re dripping with sweat, and you’re out of breath so you decide to call it a night. As you leave, you have a lingering question you decide to share with Changbin. 

“What do you know about knives?” you ask. 

“Knives?” he questions, his brows furrowing and causing a crease to form on his forehead. 

“Yeah, knives,” you respond. “Daggers, blades, stabbing–” 

“I know what you’re talking about, smartass,” he interrupts. “Just… why?” 

“I’ve been thinking about learning how to use a weapon,” you explain. 

“Yeah, I don’t think knives or blades are a good idea, then,��� he tells you. 

“What? Why not?” you all but shout. “I thought I was making some serious progress!” 

“I’m not denying that,” he argues. “Your skill definitely exceeds what I would consider a beginner, and that’s amazing given how little time you’ve had. It’s just that knives make for a horrible beginner weapon. For one, you need to get close and personal with your target. That’s not ideal; if you hesitate, they can easily overpower you and stab you instead. Second, stabbings are messy. You can’t half-ass shoving a knife into someone–you have to do it with as much force as you can and into a vital spot. If you’re using a knife to protect yourself, you need to do it with the intent to kill. Best case-scenario, you’ll need to stab them multiple times in order to really do some damage. Not to doubt your capabilities, but do you really think you can do that?”

You blanche. You suppose he does have a point there. 

“You’re better off learning how to use a gun. Sure, if you’re really in a pinch a knife will do the trick, but you’re better off shooting and giving yourself the opportunity to run. That stamina you’ve been building up doesn’t have to be for show, you know.” 

“So you’ll teach me how to use a gun?” you question, trying not to seem too hopeful. 

“Me? God no,” he laughs a little too loudly. “I prefer to use these as my weapons,” he says, flexing his biceps and kissing them to further prove his point. You can’t help the laugh that escapes your chest at his actions. “If you want to talk to someone who knows guns and weapons, you’re probably better off talking to Jisung about them. He knows a little bit about everything. Plus, he definitely has the best aim. He’s your man,” he tells you, closing the door to the gym behind him. He wishes you a goodnight and leaves you in the hallway. You decide it’s too late to talk to Jisung about it now, and instead decide to grab a cup of water from the kitchen. 

As you reach the cabinet to grab a glass, you see a shadowy figure that nearly has you dropping the glass and jumping out of your skin. 

“Fuck!” you whisper-shout, clutching your chest. As your eyes adjust to the light switch that has just been flipped on, you’re met face-to-face with Seungmin. 

“Hey,” he greets nonchalantly. 

“You scared me,” you accuse. He shrugs his shoulders as if to say, ‘whatever, not my fault.’ You’re reminded of the fact that you haven’t exactly had ample opportunity to talk to the man. He’s just sort of been around. 

You turn on the faucet and fill up your cup, trying to even out your breathing. 

“He’s going to be upset, you know,” he says. He sips on his own cup of water, staring at the floor and for a second you’re sure you misheard. Did he actually just speak to you?

“Who?” you question. 

“Felix,” he answers without missing a beat, like it’s obvious. 

“What? Why would Felix be mad?” The stress and anxiety has already come back, bubbling inside your chest. 

“You went to the gym without him,” he says. “With someone else, actually.” Confusion spreads across your features. So… not only does he know that you were just at the gym with Changbin, but he’s also aware of the fact that you’ve been practicing with Felix? How does he know so much!? You scoff and turn around, water in hand as you pay him no mind.  

“Felix can be quite jealous,” he adds as you leave the room. You roll your eyes. 

The world seems to be plotting your demise, you think. Of course you run into Felix on your way back to your room, spilling your water on him in the process. 

“Shit,” you cry, face flushing up in the process. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to–”

“It’s fine,” he says. “No worries.” You don’t look at him and push past politely, trying to open your bedroom door when he calls after you. 

“You went to the gym,” he says. It’s not a question, merely a statement that he has observed. 

“I did,” you confirm. You think about Seungmin’s words and consider leaving it at that, but you decide to try to confirm his statement. “Changbin was just helping me spar.”

You hide a smirk when you notice Felix freeze. “You went… with Changbin?” he asks, distaste laced in his voice. 

“Yes,” you say, deciding to push him further. “Is there a problem with that?” 

“Not at all,” he says, feigning a smile. “I’ll take it you’re feeling better, then?” 

Right. You had told him that you were still feeling ill, so it probably comes across as rude to turn around and immediately go with someone else. 

“I tried to rest,” you tell him. “Sorry. I was feeling antsy and didn’t want to bother you. Changbin just happened to be there.” You don’t want to tell him that you really didn’t want to spar because the thought of close proximity to Felix made your heart flutter against your better judgment. 

“I see,” he nods his head in affirmation. “Next time, feel free to come and get me. You know where my room is, right?” You realize you don’t know where his room is, and he must recognize your hesitation. “Look–I’m three doors down. Do you see that white door on the right side of the hall? That’s me, so next time make sure you come and get me, okay?” You confirm that you will and you close your door, slumping up against it as it shuts. 

He did get jealous. Maybe Seungmin is more observant than you had realized. 

You fall asleep quite fast after your shower. That ugly feeling you worked so hard to work off earlier remains stagnant in your gut but you do a good job of ignoring it. You sleep through the night, body sore but full of food and content with the progress you’ve been making. You don’t have any nightmares, though your sleep is interrupted in the morning by a rapping on the door. 

It’s daytime by now, evident by the light shining through your windows but you still groan nonetheless, swinging your legs over the bed and letting your body carry you to the door. Swinging it open, you’re surprised to see Jisung standing on the other end of the door. Wearing a blue and brown striped sweater with large, thick-rimmed glasses, he looks very domestic which catches you off guard. 

“Morning,” he says with a smile. 

“Morning…?” you answer back, stretching into a yawn and rubbing sleep from your eyes. 

“I came to get you for breakfast,” he says. “Chan sent me.”

“Of course, Chan sent you,” you say with a sigh. “Give me one moment.” You close the door behind you, getting ready by changing into more presentable clothes and washing your face. You brush your hair back and suppress a yawn, thinking that coffee might do you some good. Opening the door again, you see that Jisung has waited for you. 

Walking to the kitchen together, you decide to talk to the man. “I have been meaning to ask you something,” you tell him. 

“Oh?” he asks, eyes shooting open and mouth widening into a small ‘o’ shape. He looks reminiscent of a chipmunk and it’s quite endearing–you find yourself wanting to run your fingers through the curly locks on his head that further drives the image. 

“Yes, Changbin was telling me that you might be able to show me how to use a gun?” you ask, trying not to sound too hopeful. 

“Absolutely,” he says. You try not to look too surprised–that’s it? He’s not going to ask why or what for? “Want to stop by my room after breakfast?” 

“It might be closer to lunch, but that would be great!” you tell him. You actually have a busy morning planned out: a meeting with Hyunjin to pick out a new book, and training with Felix. You feel hopeful now, though, that on top of all this strength and stamina you’ve been building up, you won’t be so defenseless after all. 

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

Your plans get foiled pretty quickly, as Felix tells you he can’t help you train today. He’s getting sent out with Hyunjin and Seungmin for a mission, one that he can’t fully disclose to him. You don’t give him any signal that you’re slightly relieved, unsure how to deal with all the tension that’s been building up. 

But that also means that you won’t get a chance to visit Hyunjin for your book. So, Jisung it is. After breakfast he’s kind enough to lead you to his room, seeing as you weren’t exactly sure where it was anyway. 

You’re not super surprised to see that his room is messy, as you sort of get that vibe from him that it would be. Piles of clothes are strewn about, some water bottles and dishes piled on his bedside table. He opens up a large wooden armoire with no clothes in it, instead filled with a large metal safe. He takes a moment to make sure you aren’t looking before inputting a code, the metal door whirring and swinging open. 

Guns. Lots of them, though you probably couldn’t identify which kinds there are, there are many of varying lengths and sizes. Some look more expensive while others are covered in grime and rust. 

You sit and watch as Jisung explains the very basics of even using a gun, including how to load it, how to hold it, and what not to do with it. He tells you to always act like a gun is loaded, even if you know it isn’t; you should also never aim it at someone unless you’re doing so with the intent to shoot at them. He talks for a bit about basic shooting techniques, as well as how to handle the recoil of a gun after shooting it with a good-enough stance. You honestly feel like your head is about to explode from this overload of information but you’re grateful for it nonetheless; you definitely feel like you know more than enough about how to shoot after your conversation with him. 

“You’re smart,” you tell him. “You know so much about guns. That’s awesome.” 

He blinks at you owlishly. “I guess so! I wouldn’t call myself smart. I’m useful. Minho’s always been the smart one,” he laughs. “When you have nothing good going for ya, you kind of have to find a way to the top. Make yourself useful somehow. I’m not book-smart, so this? This is what I’m good at. It’s all I’m good at.”  The statement settles uneasily in your stomach. This is all he thinks he’s good for? Nobody has ever told him otherwise? That can’t be right. That’s probably how he ended up here and your heart squeezes, but before you can pry further or refute his claims, he’s speaking again. “So, did I do a good job? You think you sort of understand what you’re working with now?” 

“I’m more of a hands-on learner,” you explain to him. “Is there any way I can practice shooting?” 

“Oh yeah, for sure!” Jisung exclaims. The two of you walk outside and you see the makeshift shooting range he has set up. He sets up a stack of cans on a table and guides you to stand about twenty feet back. 

He presses the gun into your hands, cold and foreign to you even though you just sat through his entire demonstration. You have half the mind to think he’s far too trusting of you, but you know realistically he could disarm you faster than you have the mind to aim and pull the trigger at him. 

He walks through the basics with you again, showing you exactly how to stand and posture yourself. He makes you unload and reload the gun a few times as well, that way you’re comfortable and familiar with the mechanics of it. 

You miss the first few times. Maybe the first twenty times you shoot. But Jisung is surprisingly a really good teacher–constantly correcting you or giving you helpful feedback. The first time you hit a metal can, you practically shriek with joy. 

You hang out with Jisung for a few hours. By the end of it, your ears are ringing despite the earplugs he encouraged you to wear, and your arms are worse for wear after holding the weapon. 

You take a nap at about 4pm but wake up in time for dinner. You’re hungry due to the exertion of the day and you decide to indulge yourself at dinner, eating more than your share. If Chan notices he doesn’t say anything. 

That night you hear when Seungmin and Hyunjin return from their mission. You listen for the low timbre of Felix’s voice but you don’t hear it. You want to see him, you decide, only for your peace of mind. You come up with the excuse of wanting to train despite it being a bit late and your body still sore from your earlier activities, but your body carries you down the hall to the white door only three doors down. Your knuckles wrap softly against the wood and you shift nervously from side to side waiting for his answer. 

When Felix opens the door you find yourself blinking and ogling. His hair is sweaty against his skin, pulled up into a messy half-up half-down ponytail. He dons a white tank top, showing off his beautifully well-built arms. 

“Y/N?” he questions. He leans against the doorframe, tilting his head to the side to look at you. “What’s up?”

“I… uh, I was wondering if you wanted to train? Me? Train with me?” you say, stumbling over your words. He cracks a small grin. 

“I’m not feeling the best at the moment and I was hoping I could rest for a bit, if that’s okay. Rain check our rain check?” You nod, looking him up and down before you realize something–he’s clutching his side. 

Felix moves his body slightly out of sight so that you can’t see but you push into his room. He doesn’t stop you. 

“Felix, what’s wrong? Show me,” you demand. Sighing in defeat, he lifts his hand away from the spot on his side. You notice the blood seeping through the fabric, staining his hand when he pulls it away. “Felix, what the fuck? Is that your blood?” 

“Don’t freak out… but I may or may not have gotten stabbed.” 

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

a/n: next mini-member chapter this wednesday, and it's one of my favorite ones so far hehe (sorry about the cliffhanger)

taglist: @shuporanporang ; @purp13st4r ; @eurydiceofterabithia ; @heartsbyandra ; @thicccurls ;

@rylea08 ; @the-sweetest-rose ; @oddracha ; @kapelover ; @goldenmellow ;

@zerefdragn33l ; @uhh-awkward-rightt ; @astudyoftimeywimeystuff ; @kaleigh-2002 ; @thatonexcgirl ;

@mindfreecreator ; @linoalwaysknows ; @velvetmoonlght ; @minahaeyo ; @crystalchuuu ;

@hash2013 ; @skzswife ; @b0bbl3s ; @thecutiepieme ; @bear8585 ;

@moss-the-man ; @softkisshyunjin ; @sylveonitesworld ; @m00njinnie ; @nicoleparadas ;

@starsofasteria ; @klopez01 ; @luvlinos ; @hyunjinnnnnnnnnnnnnn ; @skz-akira ;

@boi-bi-ahaha ; @l33bang24 ; @hermione640 ; @gal82 ; @b-chansbbygirl ;

@kayleefriedchicken ; @notsojourni ; @hogwartslife64 ; @stilltrynafuckingtumble ; @ellelabelle ;

@melleus ; @hyun-bun ; @luminouskalopsia ; @leftovercigarettes ; @sabrina-gal-kpop

@ghostedgameplays ; @wealwayskeepfighting ; @meloncremesoda ; @Lovelino23 ; @honeyybbuubblleess ;

@blossominghunnie ; @sunlitangel777 ; @kkamismom12 ; @slaykanejvetsi ; @eastleighsblog ;

@skzskzskzskzskzskzskzzzz ; @k-keya ; @moonlight-sunrise-channie ; @estella-novella

@mbioooo0000 ; @lovemepie67 ; @lemonn015 ; @jaeminie-cricket ; @cookiesandcreammy

[haechanhues]

pairing : pined after!hyunjin x piner-fem!reader

genre : college au. unattainable x in pursuit. bet au (very lighthearted bet au).

warnings : none.

word count : 2.5k

summary : you bet that you can win the hottest guy on campus over.

main masterlist

“He’s really fucking handsome!” Your roommates crowd over one another, excitement in their veins as they look through the gallery of ‘newcomers’ section, picking out the good looking guys with sparkly eyes and pointed fingers, “Y/N! Get off your phone, look!” 

You raise an eyebrow, slightly curious and roll out of bed, taking a peek at their phone over their shoulders. 

Only to see a familiar handsome face. 

“Apparently he’s an arts major,” Your roommate, Haewon's eyes round at the information. 

“Mmm,” You murmur, a smile overtaking your features and one that instantly gets caught by Sullyoon. 

“What was that?” Haewon's mouth drops, before the corner of her lift tilts upwards at the revelation, “Oh my god, you’re interested! You are actually interested!” 

With the way she’s thinking you’d think you were incapable of finding men attractive. But that’s not it- 

You roll your eyes, “Actually-” 

“Look,” Haewon starts, “I’ll get you snacks every day this month if you talk to him- no, if you make a breakthrough! Apparently he’s really hard to get to so maybe if someone as cute as you gets involved, he’ll melt a little.” 

Snacks?

"What kind of snacks?"

"Any kind you want," She raises her eyebrows, letting you see the seriousness doused in her words, "C'mon...we never see you hang around people that aren't us and I think this will be a good chance for you."

"You're acting like a parent," You comment, "And we've only known each other for like three weeks."

"Girl," She deadpans, "I am your parent right now and I say get out there and meet him!"

So here you are, the girls are giggling behind you and Hwang Hyunjin is in front of you with his roommates (or that's what you assume anyway) decked out head to toe in university merch.

He's so handsome - all of his features are accentuated with his buzzcut. Thick plush lips that should be worshipped upon an altar and facial symmetry too good not to be in complete awe over. Reasonably tall - but not too much. Not too little. Enough.

With the girls behind you, egging you on and the short break your mentor had given you all, you approach him confidence filling you from the bottom up. Call it delusion.

"Hwang Hyunjin, right?"

He raises an eyebrow at you, as if to challenge you and the rest of the boys surrounding him pause at your words. Eyes flicking between him and you. You and him.

You can't help but find you quite like the possibility - known as the you and the him.

"Yeah," He finally speaks, tone tilted in a questioning way.

You only smile, before turning back around to approach your roommates. Hyunjin stares after you, confused, licking his lips to quieten the thoughts lead to dead ends in his brain.

What's your motive?

He can't help but think it.

"Who was that?" His new friend, Jisung asks. For the first few seconds, Hyunjin doesn't say anything.

"She's cute," Felix adds only to smirk at Hyunjin's expression, "And also interested in you, it seems."

"I think she's in the English department," Seungmin answers and Felix finds it hilarious when Hyunjin rounds on him.

"How do you know that?"

"She's cute. Boys like to find out cute things," Seungmin shrugs, words said so matter-of-factly that they don't convey interest. Or at least, he doesn't assume so, "Not interested either by the way."

Hyunjin gapes.

Jisung wraps an arm around his shoulder, head slightly bent as he whispers into Hyunjin's ear before the taller boy sends him flying away from him laughter jiggling his bones.

"We support your journey in getting a honey this early on in university, bro!"

"Fuck off."

With a renewed energy from the competitiveness that surged within you at the thought of snacks, you were a new woman.

Kind of.

Hyunjin's eyebrows were furrowed as he stood in front of the whiteboard, knuckles tensing as he gripped his pen, investigating his elective Literature class scores.

A text he read, heavy in his hand.

Some of your friends were against bothering him - finding the look on his face too dark to disturb (Sullyoon) . Whilst the more upbeat and more daring of your friends (Bae, Haewon and Lily) more than happy to push you forward.

"I see you've got high scores," You press your lips together, slight concern in your tone as you search his eyes for an emotion you can't quite see.

He looks to you, and something in his expression has you smiling - almost secretly. And he can only look at you with skepticism.

"I hope I don't distract you from your studies at all," You murmur, looking at the board to find your own high score and turning around. Not looking at him whatsoever.

Hyunjin's eyes narrow at the daring way you say it, the sway of your teasing tone not escaping him whatsoever. He reaches forward, curiously...inquisitively only for you to dodge his hand last minute.

He feels almost gaslit at the way you don't seem to notice, and he sighs as he looks after the path you leave.

You just happen to be at the same movie as him. Same time. Just happen to feel like spending time at the arcade before the movie starts. It’s not exactly a new past time - everyone does it.

You happen to be dressed up.

And he notices.

And it's so fast you could've called it a trick, if only you weren't so in tune with him. In tune with how his eyebrows raise as you approach and how his whole face softens as he stares at you a little more.

"No snacks?" You note.

"Waste of money," Hyunjin mutters, hands in his pockets.

You dig into your own pockets, pulling out a couple of bags filled with candy, "Pick one."

There are four-

"Hang on," You say, before pocketing your favourite candy bag for yourself before huffing a little laugh, "Sorry. Now pick one. Seriously. Before I shout something that could get you kicked out."

There are three bags to choose from.

With a sigh, Hyunjin reaches for what seems to be a mixed bag filled with sour lollies and snakes and umbrellas and some chocolate looking thing.

You eye the bag, "A little basic but okay!" You turn towards your friends who are busy giggling at the exchange, "Gotta go."

Hyunjin nods, your figure leaving him on his lonesome.

"Y/N...?"

You turn, smile on your face, and he doesn't even realise he's doing it, the smile he's pulling, you don't think it comes to his head at all, "I'd be interested to hear what you would plan on shouting to get me kicked out?"

Your expression crumples a little as onlookers turn to look at the two of you, their eyes too imploring to ignore. And he laughs this time as you hurry away, a fact that the girls would spend hours crashing out about. And despite the fact that it means losing out on the bet she set, Haewon thinks this was a lot more important.

(And something she could brag about on your wedding day)

He has no right to be jealous - does he? You're just having a casual conversation with someone that isn't him. Talking to him. Resting your hand on his shoulder.

You could call him enraged - but that's just not true.

He can't be enraged if that's just not what he's feeling. He can't be enraged if you've barely had conversations with him these past few weeks. Can't be enraged if whatever game you're playing is on some weird trajectory of time that only you are privvy to.

Yeah, no.

If he thinks about it more - he's enraged.

When he sees you pull away from the guy to wander off somewhere else (possibly to someone else?) he doesn't even realise that he's followed you until he's in front of you, spouting, "What game are you playing at?"

You freeze slightly before you turn towards him. He feels a weird sort of fluttery feeling at the way your mouth opens in a way that reveals how conniving you are. How you're caught in some web you've spun.

He's towering over you almost with his narrowing eyes, scrunched up in a nasty frown that causes you to stiffen, "What?"

"What game are you playing at?"

Here.

With me?

He fills in the blanks silently but you take one look at his expression, the twitching of his lips before you start to connect the dots, and your own lips twitch for an entirely different reason.

"You're jealous."

He scoffs, "I am not jealous."

"That's good because clearly we don't know each other enough for you to feel like this," You raise an eyebrow.

"Like what?"

"Weird. Oddly possessive. Out of control. Take your pick," You list, each point having the green monster in front of you grow in size.

"I'm not-"

"Well, Hyunjin, I do have to go to the bathroom but I will take this as an invitation to ditch this and go out for dinner tonight."

And so, you in a dress deemed too much for romantic city life, and his blazer to cover your free arms and to make the glittery ballgown feel less extravagant took Hyunjin out for a date.

"Is it not good?" You tease with a smirk on your face, watching his signature downturned lips, furrowed eyebrows as he takes a bite of his bun.

"It's good," He groans, his mouth in a pout as he chews at the makeshift buns you both made.

It's a moment you're going to smile into your pillow when you return home about.

He had dragged you to a street food vendor down a couple of blocks, the balls of your feet burning with the tension and the air stolen from your lungs to catch up with him. Only to realise he had only enough money to buy a single noodle salad you agreed to share.

And you, unable to let the incessant need to fill you both up go, dragged him to a supermarket to buy a cheap container of margarine and lunch buns.

It's good.

And it feels like the start of something.

You both on a park bench, dressed to the nines, huddling around a less extravagant meal than the one you ditched. Filling the night sky with conversation that lasted all the way to the time you closed your eyes.

The girls are at a loss. They really thought you and Hyunjin were going somewhere, but there have been no updates. Or none that you're giving any of them.

You haven't been smiling at your phone as you text someone secretly. Nor have you looked even remotely interested in pursuing something with Hyunjin.

You're in a plateau.

And you look like you don't care. You gave them the gossip for the other week with a large smile on your face, squealing that was shared and multiplied with the other girls.

And you still smiled when they brought up Hyunjin again, only to shake their questions off with, "I'm focusing on my assignments right now. I still like him and every now and then I see him."

"He smiles at me."

And you seem to be oddly happy with that? Sure, it does scream both cottage core wholesome studies and oblivious lady destined to die alone with regret.

But the you and Hyunjin idea seems to fizzle out.

And it takes everyone and long lectures via Lily to prevent Haewon from scheming.

But, of course, you can't take the schemes out a schemer.

She tries a creative method; involving whipped cream and a paper plate. But Hyunjin doesn't even look at you when you get smashed in the face with it, nor does he even laugh.

Completely destroying the opening of banter to happen between the two of you.

She immediately tries to go by the old book - locking the two of you in a room together. But Haewon completely forgets about the other door but without even looking up, you exit out of the free entrance with no problems.

And don't even get her started about the weird moment that happens when you're all walking through the hallways like they do in the movies.

You had both looked at each other.

Just a brief glance. Barely acknowledging the other. But he tilts his head and you....pout.

Slightly, before you smile at him again.

"I think I lost, Haewon."

But Haewon doesn't seem to think so. But she doesn't disagree either.

Lily is minding her own business. And she doesn't care about who wins what with the little bet that's happening in your dorm - but that doesn't mean she isn't intrigued.

Or confused with what's happening.

Bewildered.

Because there, right in front of her, in a little cute corner is you and Hyunjin, holding each other. You're smiling at him, with those eyes of yours, glittery and sparkly as they hold his.

And Hwang Hyunjin, the one everyone seemed to hold feelings related to 'pining' over was staring at you with all the love in the world.

Holding your face, leaning in close, kissing your cheek for the camera.

"Oh my god?"

Lily feels like Haewon has taken over, as she takes a photo of the two of you and sends it into the group chat, letting incriminating messages fill your notification bar.

At least you have the decency to look guilty. The girls are sitting in the booth in front of both you and Hyunjin and the boys kneel to join in the interrogation from the booth behind.

Hyunjin, now pleased that he no longer has to play pretend, extends his arm, sheltering your body with his own. He's got his legs slightly spread, looking bored.

"Wait, is this why you were so confident about the fucking bet?" Haewon's eyebrows furrowed. She wasn't angry but damn she was bamboozled. She didn't expect it. She suspected something was happening - but never that the two of you were already an item.

At the word bet Hyunjin can't help but let out a grumble, staring at you with a sulky expression.

"I'm sorry," You sigh, before pressing a finger to Hyunjin's pout, "But yes. I texted Hyunjin about it and he hasn't been happy about it since."

"I've wanted to do university couple stuff but no, the bet is more important," Hyunjin grumbles and his dorm mates can't believe the attitude they're hearing.

A totally different dude to the one that looks like he cares about nothing in the world.

'The bet wasn't more important," You chastise him, "It was just a little fun for a temporary time."

"A month was way too long."

"And I paid the price," You kiss his cheek and your friends' mouths drop at the easygoingness.

"How long have you even been dating?" Haewon is too curious not to blurt out and she has to hide her blush as she makes eye contact with Han Jisung.

"High school."

"HIGH SCHOOL?"

"I don't see the big deal," Hyunjin tells Han to which he gets his own verbal lashing paired with a couple of open palm strikes to his clothed shoulders.

"Not a big deal?"

"Bruh, you're cuffed!"

author's note : this is inspired heavily by 'when i fly towards you' i ended up losing inspiration and motivation halfway through but i wanted to get something out. i would've loved to play on the jealousy a little more and made it a bit more angsty but.... i missed hyunjin's birthday so happy late birthday jinnie <3 (only a month out)

[lexirosewrites]

For slick sunday

I am once again asking you to imagine Scream Queen O!Steve & horror fan A!Eddie,

except in this idea/AU Eddie is the co host of a horror podcast similar to Dead Meat but it's called (u guessed it) Corroded Coffin, Eddie hosts & A!Jeff co-hosts & O!Gareth mostly works with the sound while A!Chrissy & B!Felix (unnamed freak who apparently has a canon name but idc I like the name felix & using this name made me realize gender things so it has special meaning for me now) ANYWAY Chrissy & B!Felix mostly handle research

Well they talk about all horror not just movies, they discuss books & they discuss other podcasts & of course they discuss movies. Eddie & Chrissy are slasher fans through & through, Jeff is more for the supernatural stories, when Gareth comes on an episode very occasionally he's an unrepentant fan of elevated horror like The VVitch, meanwhile if felix is on an episode it's explicitly because they're talking about cosmic horror OR horror coming out of east asia (felix is a Junji Ito devotee, as am I & yes this is me projecting onto a fictional character)

WELL their podcast is fairly popular, they're considered Z-list celebrities within popular culture maybe D-list amongst horror fans, the Corroded Coffin podcast has gone on tours & done live shows. they've even established a small podcast network they call Hellfire Club & expanded to making more shows: chrissy & felix host a folklore podcast, Jeff & a new guest every week have discussions abt the new expression of horror abt being a marginalized identity (i.e. being a black person in a white supremacist society or being a beta woman/omega in an alpha centric patriarchal culture)

Then one day their business email gets an inquiry abt a new movie coming out in the next year & the executive producer wants to know if they'd be interested in a slight PR stunt/limited podcast series around this movie.

The producer in question is one Jim Hopper, a known name who's only ever produced action flicks, apparently he's dipping his toe into the horror space bc his daughter & step-son r huge fans of the genre & encouraged him to take on a script he'd normally ignore.

The movie is called Strange Times On Main Street & it follows an ensemble cast tht r meant to b the residents of a dwindling town in nowhere Indiana in the early 1980s, the horror factor comes in when the different characters start to see things tht might not b real but all seem connected to an individual who has terrorized the town for decades, culminating in a town hall meeting where they're told there's nothing tht can b done; so the situation dissolves into an eerily quiet mob tht ends up hunting down this person & the movie ends abruptly with this guy being executed in broad daylight practically in the middle of Main street.

They agree right away. The gimmick involves Eddie & Chrissy acting like the hosts of a true crime podcast who are "interviewing" the people of the town supposedly years after the incident. Everyone is excited because there r some big names involved in the movie, most notably the undisputed scream queen Steve Henderson who got half of his fame from working his way up from among stunt doubles on action movies so he's known to do his own stunts.

Well, it's a fantastic process & absolutely everyone has a wonderful time & Eddie sort of bumbles his way thru the episode w Steve (whose character is implied to have been the one to kill the supposed antagonist) but Steve finds it cute & gives Eddie his number.

The movie does well & wins not only a Screamy Award but an actual Oscar. Steve even wins the first Oscar of his career for best omega man in a leading role. He kisses his date before going up to give his speech, who's his date you ask? Eddie Munson host of popular podcast Corroded Coffin

They announce their wedding & mating a month after the awards show

horror meet cute🥰

[kimi240302]

Part 5 Come back to me

A/N: Before you read this, I want you to know that my native language is different. So I am very sorry for any mistake. Nevertheless, I hope you will like my story and enjoy it.

Summary: The love story between Alec Volturi and Y/N Swan, was an unexpected one. Both didn't know what to make of each other when they found out they were soul mates. But they worked on it and created a beautiful strong love that not even Bella's hatred for the Volturi could destroy. But as in any good love story, tragedy was impossible to avoid in theirs. It came as unexpectedly as their love itself, and made the Cullens and Bella seem to win, while Alec and the Volturi were losing their light in the darkness.

Alec Volturi x Swan!Female!reader

Main Masterlist / Twilight Masterlist / Come back to me Masterlist

---------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Our "almost" will always haunt me"

“You look like you've seen a ghost!” Jane, who had bumped into Demetri in the entrance hall of the castle, looked at him with a questioning look. He only nodded, “Something like that.” Now she looked at him in confusion. “What do you mean by that?”

Demetri, who until now had only been leaning against the wall and staring at the floor, looked up at Jane. “Y/N is back in Volterra.” A brief silence spread between them. Until Jane found her voice. “Are you sure about this? Demetri, you thought she was back once and then she wasn't!” He nodded. “I know, last time I just wanted it to be her!” Demetri ran his fingers through his hair. “It's true this time, Jane. I'm not the only one who's seen her. Jane she's in Master Caiu's class. Y/N is so close, but….” Jane walked up to Demetri. “But what, Demetri!” He looked at her sadly. “It's true, she can't remember us! She came in and looked at all of us, but didn't recognize any of us. She who changed us can't remember anyone. Nothing, the hours we spent, the stories, the memories! Nothing Jane!”

Jane remained silent, just propped against the wall where Demetri had been leaning just a moment ago. “What are we going to do now? Alec should know. He'll be in the classroom with Master Caius next week, all week, when he walks in there and sees her. His world will be turned upside down once again. As is the case with all of us. Master Aro has disappeared since they met in the library. Master Marcus is in the garden and hasn't moved an inch. Afton and Chelsea are holed up in their room, Felix has gone to tell Santiago and I, I don't know how I can be anywhere near Y/N without wanting to hug her and beg her to remember. We saw her as a sister or a daughter and we're already like that. How will your brother be?”

Jane looked at the floor. “I…” she began, but broke off. Demetri looked at her questioningly. “A year ago, I could have told you how he would react, what would or wouldn't happen. Now it's like I've not only lost the girl I loved and still love like a sister, it's like I've lost my brother in this accident too.” Jane exhaled, even though it was unnecessary for her, pushing herself away from the wall. “Since the day Y/N lay in that hospital bed, I lost him. Whether she's dead or not, they both are in a way and there's nothing I can do about it. That's what haunts me the most.”

--------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Alec?” Jane entered the greenhouse with cautious steps. The man she spoke to didn't turn around, just continued to look at the statue. Jane looked at her brother's back for a few seconds. Sighed, turned to the tree that had been planted there to use its leaves for the many candles in the water that were renewed each time. Proof that no one had really let Y/N go. She plucked off a leaf, walked to the pond, past her brother, and sat down on the cold ground next to the water basin, carefully placing the leaf on the water.

Alec turned his gaze to his sister. “I've just renewed the candles.” His voice was cool and quiet, a sign of the few words he spoke these days. Jane ignored her brother and took a candle out of her pocket. She smiled at the candle. The blonde-haired vampire had seen it on a forced shopping trip with Heidi and had taken it immediately, because even though Jane couldn't admit it to herself, at that point, she had never given up hope that fate would eventually bring Y/N back to them. She places the candle on the leaf and lights it up.

“Why is the candle green?” Alec had stepped closer and looked at his sister in confusion. Jane didn't take her eyes off the candle, she gave the leaf a gentle push so that it slid closer to the statue. “Green is the color of hope, Alec. A hope that has been rekindled today, and for every Volturi in this castle.” Jane's gaze lingered on the candle for a few seconds, then she stood up and looked her brother straight in the eye. “Y/N is back in Volterra. She is right now, in Master Caius' class.”

Alec, who hadn't been expecting this news, visibly stumbled back a few steps. “What?” “She still can't remember, but it's a second chance. I know how you feel about it Alec, but it's not just a second chance for you, it's a second chance for the rest of us. I want my sister back Alec, just like the others!”

Alec stood more steadily again, “This is not your decision!” “It was never yours to keep us all away from her either! Alec, we want our sunshine back. I mean look around Alec,” Jane spread her arms, ”Every single Volturi has been here this year. To put up candles, to tend to the plants, to plant new plants where only one looked sick! Y/N's things were never touched, her corner looks like she'll be right back to continue working on her projects. Master Aro has written down all the stories he knows to pass on to Y/N at some point, Master Marcus is still picking out notes to show her on the piano. Master Caius comes here to renew the colors that have dried up or to put down new exotic colors that Santiago has discovered on his missions. No one has moved on with their lives, everyone had hope you change your mind and now!” Jane walked towards her brother. “Fate has given us all a second chance Alec. You can't ignore that! Please!”

Alec fell silent, looking at his sister. “I can't. You don't understand.” “Then please explain it to me. Don't shut me out anymore. I'm your twin! Of all the people in the world, I understand you best! You know that too.” “You can't understand that, no one can.” Alec turned to the statue again, his eyes sliding over her features. “I watched her die, Jane. Every damn day in Forks, in that goddamn hospital bed. No matter where I am, no matter what fond memories this place or the castle has with her. Those images I saw every day for months, they overshadow this. She was lying there in that bed, in that condition, because of me. I didn't protect her, I failed and that's the price I'm paying.”

Jane's eyes grew wide. She approached her brother and carefully took his face in her hands. “She's not dead Alec. Do you understand me.” She looked deep into his eyes, her voice becoming insistent, authoritative. “Y/N is alive and she's here. That's the reality. What happened all those months ago wasn't your fault. That car accident was not your fault!” Alec's hands found his sister's. His face contorted into a pained expression. “Alec, I lost you in her accident as well. I grieve not for the sister I found, but for my twin as well. Please, I just want you both back. The fear you have, I understand it, believe me I feel it too. But you and I know that your eternity doesn't exist without Y/N and therefore neither does mine. Take the time you need, but Y/N is here now and you know you can't run away from it anymore, not from your feelings, not from reality. She's alive and that's what matters, not what was, not the what ifs. Only the here and now and if you let her go now, you will never forgive yourself again. No matter how much you try to convince yourself otherwise.”

Jane let go of her brother and disappeared. Alec stood with his head down for a few moments, looked up at the green candle, which seemed to shine brighter than all the others, and collapsed.

----------------------------------------------------------------------

@kisekihany @sparklybuildingsdesign88 @alecvolturiswifeforever @rosedpetal @bofadeezs @xcharlottemikaelsonx @itsmytimetoodream @megaprincesscakes @thatgirlsstar @moonmark98 @silencionyx @valsobsessions @aylinbsx @just-a-blue-nerd @callsignwidow @unstable-staplehead @kawaii-genic @kenqki

[chaosandcandies]

UNPLUGGED

CHAPTER XIII: Live, Laugh, Levanter (Please Clap)

trope: fem!9th skz member warnings: angst, drama, insecure oc, cyber bullying, slow burn pairings: hyunjinxfem!oc prev|next

STRAY KIDS’ ALBUMS ALWAYS DROPPED at midnight. Clé: Levanter was no different—just equally inconvenient.

The boys wanted to stay up to celebrate, to scream when the album finally went live, to read comments together in real-time—especially since this was Iseul’s first official release. But the day had been brutal: photoshoots, last-minute recordings, meetings, practice. By the time they dragged themselves through the dorm door, it was already close to midnight, and they looked one blink away from passing out.

“I think my legs fell off on the way here,” Hyunjin mumbled, dropping his bag dramatically before flopping face-first onto the couch. “I’m just a torso now.”

“You don’t need legs to stream the album,” Han said, voice thick with a yawn. “Just… one working thumb…”

“You can’t even keep one eye open,” Seungmin pointed out, pulling off his hoodie and tossing it toward the laundry pile. “You nearly walked into the wall three times.”

“Four,” Minho corrected from the kitchen, already halfway through a protein shake and staring into the fridge like he forgot what he came for. “And he definitely whispered ‘sorry’ to a chair.”

Chan trudged in last, eyes scanning the living room. “Is everyone alive? No injuries? Mental breakdowns postponed until tomorrow?”

Iseul, who had stayed unusually quiet, cleared her throat. “You guys should sleep. Really. The album will still be there in the morning.”

“But it’s your first one,” Felix said, blinking blearily at her from where he’d slumped against the hallway wall. “Shouldn’t we, I don’t know… do something?”

“You’re all dead on your feet,” she said with a gentle smile, hiding the knot in her stomach. “We’ll celebrate properly tomorrow. Promise.”

“You’re not going to stay up alone and obsessively refresh the comments, right?” Changbin asked, narrowing his eyes as he kicked off his shoes.

“Me? Never,” she said innocently, hands folded behind her back. “What kind of unhinged rookie would do that?”

Jeongin squinted at her. “That’s exactly what you’re going to do.”

She shrugged. “Well. I am a rookie.”

They all groaned—too tired to argue further—and slowly shuffled off to their rooms one by one.

When the dorm finally fell silent, Iseul padded quietly to her bedroom, curling up under her blanket, phone glowing in her hands as she waited for the clock to turn.

At midnight, Clé: Levanter was officially out.

Her name was in the credits.

Her voice in the songs.

Her face in the music videos.

And within the first hour, The screen lit up with hundreds of notifications, flooding in faster than she could process. Comments poured in under the title track teaser, the music video, behind-the-scenes clips, concept photos.

Her name was everywhere.

"Who's the new girl? Her voice in the chorus is insane!" "Iseul? She ate. No crumbs." "Where did she come from?? They just pulled a main vocalist out of nowhere??" "I wasn't sure about adding a new member, but... okay. She kinda fits." "Wait, she's really pretty too? I'm suspicious."

She scrolled faster, trying to keep up, heart thudding so loud she almost missed the shift in tone.

"Not gonna lie, still miss Woojin." "Don't care how talented she is, eight is fate." "They should’ve just stayed a boy group." "Feels weird. I don’t like it." "She probably forced her way in. Nepo baby or something."

Iseul blinked.

Her thumb paused mid-scroll.

The warmth in her chest began to flicker.

Of course she had known. Of course.

You don’t walk into someone else's grieving group and expect flowers.

But it was different seeing the words typed out so plainly—cold, impersonal, unfiltered.

She shut her eyes for a second. Then opened them again.

More comments. A blur of mixed reactions.

"I'm obsessed with the new dynamic. Iseul and Seungmin harmonizing?? Beautiful." "Okay but her dance break in Levanter? Hello??" "Still can’t believe she’s real. She’s like a fever dream." "Something about her makes me uncomfortable. It’s giving attention-seeking."

Her throat tightened.

She tried to laugh. She really did.

But all that came out was a shaky exhale as her fingers trembled over the screen.

She kept scrolling. Because maybe if she read enough praise, it would cancel out the rest. Maybe if she just kept refreshing, the pit in her stomach would close.

But the words wouldn’t stop crawling in.

"This is Stray Kids, not Iseul and Friends." "She’s going to ruin them." "Not my stray kids anymore."

A comment flashed by before she could catch the username.

Just six words. Casual. Almost flippant: "She doesn't look like she belongs."

That one stung more than the others.

Because sometimes—quietly, in the stillness between practice and sleep—she wondered the same thing.

Iseul pressed the heel of her palm against her eyes, willing the tears to stay put.

This was supposed to be a celebration. Her debut. Her first album.

And yet here she was, curled into a ball under her blanket, feeling like she’d stolen something that was never meant to be hers.

She lowered her phone. The glow of the screen faded into darkness.

There were footsteps outside her door. A creak in the hallway. Someone walking to the kitchen. Then back. A door shutting gently.

She could knock. Crawl out of her room. Say she changed her mind. Maybe one of them was still awake—Chan, probably. He never slept anyway. She could tell him she was scared. Ask him to tell her again that she deserved to be here. That she wasn’t a mistake. That she didn’t ruin anything.

But the lump in her throat was too thick. The air felt too heavy.

So, she stayed there, eyes wide open in the dark, listening to the album play softly through her earbuds. Her voice echoed back at her in fragments—lines she’d practiced a thousand times, now stitched into something permanent.

Something real.

She hugged her knees to her chest.

Maybe tomorrow would feel better.

The stage lights were dim, casting long shadows across the empty venue. The cold hum of equipment was the only sound, a stark contrast to the usual buzz of excitement that would fill the air moments before a live performance. It was just them, the crew, and the weight of the moment hanging thick in the air.

Iseul stood at the edge of the stage, her body tense. The words from the comments still echoed in her mind, biting at the back of her thoughts like a persistent mosquito.

Her throat tightened, a lump forming there again. She wanted to shake it off, to focus on the performance, but it was harder than it seemed. Each note, each movement, felt like an exam she might fail. It was her first live performance with Stray Kids. Her first live performance of Levanter, a track that had already stirred a whirlwind of opinions.

“Alright, everyone, let's get ready for the soundcheck,” Chan’s voice broke through the silence, calm but with an undercurrent of nerves. He stood at the center of the stage, his gaze moving over the group. The exhaustion from the past days hung over him like a shroud, but he was still the leader. He always was. He never let it show.

Iseul nodded, swallowing the heaviness in her chest as she made her way to her position. She barely registered the movement, eyes focused on the floor as she adjusted her mic, checked her in-ear monitors. The others fell into place, but it felt like a lifetime before they were ready. She could feel Hyunjin’s presence beside her, his usual energy dulled by something she couldn’t place. She glanced up for a moment, his eyes quickly flicking away from hers. There was a distance between them that hadn’t been there before, and it gnawed at her.

The song began.

Iseul sang her part—her voice was steady, but it didn’t feel like hers. Her notes felt too hollow, too far from the person she was trying to be. This is your moment. This is your debut. But it didn’t feel like a victory.

It felt like a trial.

They ran through the chorus, and Iseul’s gaze shifted to the others. They were here with her, but she felt... apart. Like she was on the outside, watching a group she wasn’t really part of. A group that had been whole before she’d come in and changed everything.

The music swelled, and her voice cracked on a high note. She quickly tried to recover, but the sound had already wavered. A small breath escaped her, and she closed her eyes for a brief moment.

Hyunjin, standing just a few feet away, flinched slightly, the tension between them almost palpable. He couldn’t meet her eyes, his face a study of concentration as he focused on the performance. But Iseul noticed the way his shoulders were tense, the way he pulled away just a little bit more each time they rehearsed. It was as if he was holding something back—a weight he couldn’t put down. Something unspoken between them that neither was willing to address.

She blinked, forcing herself to focus. You can’t break down now. Not here.

But the crack in her voice only served to remind her how fragile everything felt. The lights seemed too bright; the air too thick. She caught a glimpse of Felix in the back, his face hidden behind his hair as he adjusted his mic, and she wondered if he felt it too—the tension that had settled between them all. The unspoken strain.

“Iseul, can you take that part again?” Chan called from the side; his voice gentle but firm. His eyes met hers, his concern barely hidden.

“Yeah. Sorry,” Iseul muttered, nodding. She wanted to say more, to apologize for the mistake, for the way she felt like a burden. But the words caught in her throat. She didn’t know how to explain it—how she didn’t feel like she belonged, how she was haunted by the thought that the group would be better off without her.

She took a deep breath and sang again. This time, the notes came out cleaner, stronger. But there was still a heaviness in her chest, a gnawing fear that she wouldn’t be enough. That no matter how much she tried, she would always be the outsider.

As the song wrapped up, Chan clapped his hands together, signaling the end of the soundcheck. The others immediately began to move, but Iseul stayed still, her heart racing in her chest. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off—something that went beyond the stage, beyond the performance.

She turned, almost on instinct, scanning everyone. The staff had already begun clearing equipment, voices echoing against the high ceilings. Minho was crouched near the edge of the stage, muttering something to Seungmin about spacing during the choreography. Jeongin had his in-ears half-dangling, scrolling through his phone like he wasn’t performing on live TV in a few hours.

Felix caught her eye, but didn’t say anything. He just gave her a little nod—more a question than a greeting. She nodded back, too quickly, too tightly.

“Alright, ten-minute break. Don’t wander far,” Chan called, clapping once to get everyone’s attention. His voice was upbeat, but his eyes skimmed the room with a practiced sharpness, as if he could sense the undercurrent tugging at everyone’s heels.

Iseul jumped down from the riser and grabbed her water bottle, clutching it like it could anchor her. Her throat still felt tight.

As she moved to the waiting room, she caught the faintest sound—footsteps. Not close. But deliberate. Pacing. Turning. She didn’t have to look to know who it was.

Hyunjin.

He was always like this when he was nervous—restless, coiled like a spring. It didn’t surprise her. What surprised her was the fact that he hadn’t left the room yet.

She took a sip of water to distract herself. It didn’t help. Her stomach was a knot. Her nerves were frayed, but it wasn’t the stage that scared her—it was this space between them, this strange limbo where he didn’t look at her the same way the others did.

Where she didn’t know how to read him. Where she didn’t know if he hated her, or if he hated that he didn’t.

The silence between them stretched, pulling tight like a thread on the verge of snapping.

Iseul didn’t know what made her speak again. Maybe it was the exhaustion. Maybe it was the dread twisting in her chest. Maybe she just didn’t want to walk on stage with her stomach full of regret.

“Was it that bad?” she asked quietly, still not looking at him.

Hyunjin paused his pacing.

A beat passed.

Then another.

“No,” he said finally. “It wasn’t.”

She turned slightly, catching the edge of his reflection in the mirror across the room. His expression was unreadable, shoulders stiff, jaw tense.

“But it wasn’t good either,” she said, because she couldn’t help herself.

He let out a breath—more sigh than laugh.

“I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to.”

This time, he looked at her. Really looked.

There was a flicker of something—regret? Frustration? It passed too quickly to catch. But it was enough to make Iseul tense, her water bottle still clutched in both hands like a shield.

“I meant what I said earlier,” Hyunjin said, voice low. “You weren’t bad.”

Iseul tilted her head, watching him carefully. “But?”

He hesitated. She could see the way his fingers twitched at his sides, like he didn’t know where to put all the things he was holding back.

“But I haven’t exactly made this easy, have I?” he said finally, eyes flicking away, landing somewhere near the floor.

That caught her off guard.

She blinked; unsure she’d heard right. “What?”

“The day we fought,” Hyunjin muttered, jaw clenching slightly. “In the practice room. I said some… harsh things. Things I shouldn’t have said.”

Iseul felt her throat tighten again. Not with nerves this time—but with the slow, quiet ache of something beginning to thaw.

He glanced up. Their eyes met, and there was no hiding from it now—not behind choreography, not behind noise.

“I was angry,” he continued. “At everything. Woojin leaving, the pressure, the fact that nothing felt right anymore. And then you showed up, and I—”

He stopped himself. Ran a hand through his hair, frustrated.

“I just didn’t know what to do with all that. So, I took it out on you.”

The words sat heavy in the space between them, sinking into the silence like stones in deep water.

Iseul didn’t respond at first. She let the quiet stretch, let the weight of it settle.

“Is this the part where you say you’re sorry?” she asked eventually, and there was no sarcasm in her tone—just tiredness.

Hyunjin looked at her again. This time, he didn’t look away.

“Yeah,” he said. “I’m sorry.”

It wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t overflowing with emotion. But something in the way he said it—bare, almost raw—made her chest ache a little more.

“I’m not asking you to forget it,” he added. “But I thought maybe you should hear it from me before we go on that stage.”

Iseul stared at him, trying to decide what to do with the unexpected apology now resting at her feet.

Finally, she nodded once. Not quite forgiveness. But not rejection either.

“Okay.”

She turned slightly, catching the edge of his reflection in one of the mirrors. He looked just as exhausted as she felt, hair a mess, eyes heavy with something unsaid.

Then his stomach growled.

Loudly.

So loudly it echoed slightly off the walls.

Iseul blinked.

Hyunjin froze.

“…That was the chair,” he said flatly.

She raised an eyebrow. “The chair?”

“Yes.”

They both stared at the clearly innocent chair.

Then Iseul snorted.

It started small—just a breath through her nose—but quickly turned into a laugh she couldn't stop, covering her mouth as her shoulders shook. Hyunjin’s ears turned red, but a reluctant smile pulled at his lips.

“Don’t laugh,” he muttered. “It’s been a long day. My organs are fighting for survival.”

TAGLIST: @leewritesstuff, @athens-09xx, @allenajade-ite, @idjdndjzbsdm, @idjdndjzbsdm, @hyuneskkam, @geni-627, @valkirymin, @miminbin, @tillaboo, @dreamerwasfound, @youthsquaredd, @skzstannie, @nchhuhi, @rtyuy1346, @necrozica, @aemondsrhaenyra

STORY HINT: Seungmin has been giving Iseul and Minho the side-eye ever since he caught them in the middle of their belly roll lesson. At first, he thought it was just a one-off joke. But now, every time he walks into the room, Iseul and Minho are secretly practicing their ridiculous dance moves. Seungmin is pretty sure they’ve formed a “secret club” of absurd dance choreography. What he hadn't expected was him joining their shenanigans after he caught them again - this time practicing dances of JYP himself. And now Seungmin has perfected the art of weird jazz hands and awkward hip thrusts. And this how, ladies and gentlemen, JYPracha was formed.

Y'all can finally celebrate now - Hyunjin has finally stepped up his game bahahahhahaha. I feel like the JYPracha is such a cute addition, given how Seungmin and Minho compliments each others personality and will totally mock JYP's iconic dance steps (JYP if yer reading this - which u prob rnt - I js want to say yer a legend, this is all fun and games) and adding Iseul in their dynamic is absolutely so funny. ~candy

[lily-s-world]

Julie and the Phantoms vs. Julie e os Fantasmas

I had recently been practicing my Portuguese and listening to music in that language, which lead me to the soundtrack of Julie e os Fantasmas. The original Brazilian version of the show. Funny how music works, because the more I listened to the songs the more I remembered about the show. Which is why I decided to make a list about the main differences between the shows.

First, the Brazilian cast and the name of their counterparts so you know who am I referring to:

Side note before we start, their music is also pretty cool. My favorite one is Essa noite somos um so (Tonight we are one).  You can find it on Spotify:

The Brazilian show lasted 1 season with 26 episodes, which were divided in two parts from 2011 to 2012. However, the show was always planned with one season only, so it had a proper closure.

In the original version, Julie isn’t dealing with the loss of her mother. Her mother is alive but decided to take a job far away from them, which leads to Julie resenting her because she feels that her mother doesn’t care about them and only shows when it is convenient for her. This makes Julie feel invisible across her life.

Both shows revolve around music and how much Julie loves it. Julie (BR) suffers from stage panic, one of the reasons she had never sing in front of people. The phantoms help her with this. Also, her preferred instrument is the guitar.

The phantoms had a more tragic death on the BR version. They were trying to replicate The Beatles’ Abbey Road cover, but where hit by a truck and died instantly. One member was alive, but he retired from the music industry after the accident. They had been dead for over 30 years and were trapped on a vinyl record instead of a CD.  

The phantoms don’t have their instruments like the new version. After they help Julie with her stage panic, she buys them new instruments and decides to form the band.

The name of the band on the show is Os Insólitos (The Unusuals). They play in different venues and parties across the season. Unlike the new version, they sing the same songs repeatedly across the episodes. There are some special episodes where they reveal a new song.

The Julies share basically the same personality on both shows. Martim and Reggie are also really similar, being a flirt and a little bit clueless. Felix is way more anxious and fearful than Alex, he was scared of ghosts since he was a kid and being turned into one didn’t help with that. Daniel and Luke are probably the ones with different personalities, while Luke is this cutie that falls for Julie almost immediately; Daniel is egocentric and cold at the beginning of the show. It takes a long time for him to warm up to Julie and is resentful against the world for what happened to them. He had a lot of character development during the season.

Pedro (Carlos) and Bia (Flynn) learn about the ghost right after Julie does. Pedro and Martim develop a friendship based on pranks and jokes.

Julie, Pedro and Bia are the only ones that can actually see the phantoms. Whenever they play in the band, they hide behind masks and keep the idea as a mystery to attract followers.

Julie and Thalita (Carrie) were also friends when they were younger. The reason their friendship didn’t lasted, was because Julie realized that Thalita was a bully that picked up on other girls. Julie cut out all communication with her, which Thalita didn’t took well and continued to antagonize her until they were teens.

The main difference is that Caleb doesn’t exist in this original version, there is an agent of the Ghost Police that looks for the boys because he is convinced they escaped the rules of death. They should have crossed over, but never did. There also some kind of ghostbuster that is looking for them.

 At the end of the first part of the season, the boy say goodbye to Julie because they are planning to cross over; however it is later revealed that the ghostbuster capture them. They manage to escape and return with Julie.

Daniel develops feelings for Julie in the second part of the season, Julie also starts liking him, but she also likes Nicolas who had been her crush for years. Nicolas and Julie start spending more time together after he broke up with Thalita, and he develops feelings for Julie. At the end of the show Julie ends up choosing Nicolas, because she had liked him longer and he makes this grand gesture for her at school. She has a talk with Daniel about what they feel, and they both decide to still be friends and continue with the band.

Some fun facts: The show was sponsored by Monster High, so you can see a lot of merchandise in the show; Julie even dresses up as Frankie Stein for a Halloween party. The show was super popular, earning nominations for Kids Awards in LATAM.

[glassedplanets]

so long and thanks for ruining my sense of humor permanently

links to original posts:

wash and maine

wash and maine... 2!

felix

felix and locus

wash screencap redraw

while i'm at it, fic plug:

P vs NP

no quarter

my tag for rvb art on this blog goes back over ten years and there's much more art i made in the years before. there isn't a single year in my archive that didn't have at least one rvb post. i came to tumblr to be a hipster blog; rvb is the series that pulled me into "modern" fandom after i wasn't really involved in fannish things for a few years back in the dark ages. i didn't draw for a few years in there, either. it's kinda funny to be like "welp bye rip" because rvb has been pretty dead to me for a few years now* but it's also honestly so deeply foundational to who i am now that it sort of can't ever really be dead to me. i've met the overwhelming majority of my closest friends through rvb, either directly making friends in the fandom at large or through a six degrees of separation friend-of-friend-who-likes-RT kind of deal. i spent yeeeaaaarrrs of my life working on P vs NP and i still can't let it go! some of you have been here for TEN YEARS with me. idk. it's been real. thanks

*don't look too closely at any of the posting dates up there. don't worry about it.

[redsbrainrot]

Things I hope are in season 6 of MLB

- Felix flat out having a deep discussion with marinette apologising for giving the miraculous to Hawkmoth and causing her so much pain (I feel like this was just brushed away too quickly in S5)

- If that was Emilie in the ending then obviously Gabriel saved two people, so someone else gotta go and that would be interesting to see who if that was the case

- The wish having consequences in general

- Felix and Amelié move in to the Agreste Manor

- I still want ladynoir only episodes, so can the other holders like figure out a rota or something

- Chloe redemption with Zoe’s help (far fetched I know but a man can dream)

- Zoe having a new reciprocated love interest

- Luka the same (not with each other tho… Zoe is lesbian and that is that)

- Adult Chat Noir and Ladybug (I am begging)

- Adrinette angst

- Adrien finds out the truth bit by bit about Gabriel (istg if he doesn’t I’m gonna end it all)

- Lila treating Nooro with respect (please can we actually have her be a chill villain and not treat her kwami like a slave)

- Someone said something about princess justice so yeah I’d love to see that

- “I’M BUTTERCUP????”

- Luka and Adrien bro time and bonding over how they know each other’s identities

- Adrien having to hold the urge to ask questions about ladybug and Luka being a complete tease about it

- Adrian’s Chat Noir ego kicking in when he’s flirting with Marinette

- Lila backstory

- Felix finds out Adrien is Chat Noir and they hang out with their kwami’s present

- He also tells Kagami and they just laugh about how Paris’ main superheroes are dating without even realising it

- Lila doesn’t hide in a basement when she’s using the butterfly miraculous, she actually fights her own fights with the help of her akuma’s (Gabe was so lazy come on)

- Can we see a flashback of Adrien being told his father is fucking dead

[deadandwalking]

📖The Dark Novella System🌙

hiyaa :D i’m Francis, the host of the Dark Novella system!

here’s some things you should know about me and my system :3

⭐️ We are a monoconscious, mixed origin, dawnium system!

⭐️ We are fictive heavy, with most of our fictives originating from some kind of horror media

⭐️ We form new members a lot and swap quite easy

⭐️ @fictives-and-assorted-fools is our plural blog

⭐️ The body/host (me!) is 16 years old, Trisgender Notgirl, and uses She/He pronouns and feminine terms. I am proudly Irish and suffer from ADHD, BPD, NPD, Depression, Selective Mutism and possibly more :’)!!

⭐️ My best friends rn are Alldyn, Cody, Finn, Felix, Ray and Calypso! love you guys <3

⭐️ I go by many names but my main ones aree Francis, Rebecca, Jessica and Nancy, or if you’re a close friend of mine, Frankie :3

⭐️ Fictionkin to Nancy Thompson (A Nightmare on Elm Street) and Meg Thomas (dead by daylight) <3

⭐️ I am Fictionhearted/Soulbound to Offenderman and Freddy Krueger :p if you don’t like that then get smited ig

⭐️ Alterhuman :3 i identify WITH, not as, Computer Viruses, Angels, Robots and Dolls. i identify as a zombie and a ghost.

⭐️ My favourite colours are pink and green !!! :3

💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎

Online family :-

Milky / Brother

Tiresias / Brother

Polites / Brother

Elias / Brother

Gerry / Sister

Calypso / Sister

Lico / Little brother !!

Callum / Little brother <3

Kian / Nephew

Luke / Nephew

Saph / Nephew

Candy / Niece

Mikey / Uncle

Rayner / Grandpa

Simon / Grandpa

Hezekiah / Grandpa

Robert / relationship to be determined but he’s family

💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

DNI LIST!

please stay away if you are:

🌟 Terfs, radfems/radqueers, homophobes and transphobes etc

🌟 Anti furry, anti endo, anti otherkin etc

🌟 If you’re gonna hate on my “problematic” alters, begone!

🌟 If you’re attacking paraphilias, leave. it’s a mental illness. as long as they don’t act on it, it’s fine

🌟 On that note, paraphiliacs who act on it. you’re just fuckin gross

🌟 Cop supporters, trump supporters, israel supporters and all that. fuck you.

🌟 Anyone trying to start syscourse. i do not wanna do that.

🌟 People who will put me in The Hole. CALLUM.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Things i like!! :3

💫 Creepypasta!!! i grew up on it and it’s so special to me. especially the Slender brothers :3

💫 Slenderverse too!! EMH and APC/TAG are the best.

💫 Mouthwashing !!!

💫 Indie horror in general. fnaf, batim, ddlc, bbieal, all that stuff :3

💫 Arcane >:D

💫 The Amazing Digital Circus, Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared, and Candle Cove <3

💫 A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET <33333 also Psycho, Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, The Conjuring, and all horror movies really :3

💫 Rastamouse and Tawog :p

💫 History!!!!! especially World War 1. it’s my pookie.

💫 Cherry Bombs, Salutes, Consumer fireworks

💫 Dolls and Puppets! very awesome :3

💫 My ocs! Danni especially <3 and Buddy he’s my bestie trust

💫 Lia <3

💫 My fps <333333333

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Other blogs of mine

✨ @silcoask-blog (an ask and rp blog for Silco from Arcane!)

✨ @vice-principal-silco (an ask and rp blog for school au Silco)

✨ @ask-offy (an ask and rp blog for Offenderman from Creepypasta - heavily rewritten version)

✨ @responsible-intern (an ask and rp blog for Grey Zare, an oc from Mouthwashing)

✨ @angels-game (an ask and rp blog for Angel, a creepypasta oc heavily inspired by APCollection

✨ @the-og-i-lived-bitch-duo (an ask and rp blog for Nancy Thompson and Freddy Krueger)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[astrosfaerydae]

Kinktober Masterlist!

So first off some housekeeping. Prompts are based off of Nymphare's Kinktober 2024 List. They will range in ratings from G-E(some prompts like first dates don't necessarily need to be explicit imo). I will be swapping between the dead dove and general list. I wont be doing all of them but as it stands I think I have 25... I cut a few to make room for dealers choice which I am excited for to say the least. This list will be updated as I make the posts for each prompt. Anyways lets get to it!

🎃 Day 1: Costumes (General List)

Rating: T Words: 908 Pairing: Chanlix Main Tags: Costumes, Canon Comp, Halloween Party, Chan and his many man crushes that Felix uses to his advantage 🔗: Cloud Vs. Fred Flintstone

🎃 Day 2: Hybrids AU (General List)

Rating: T Words: 3.6k Pairing: Minsung Main Tags: Hybrids AU, Cat Hybrid!Jisung, Major Character Injury, Getting Together, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort 🔗: Astray CW// Domestic Abuse, Animal Abuse, Injury, Broken Bones (none of these are in graphic detail however but here just in case)

Day 3 (no post)

🎃 Day 4: Firsts (General List)

Rating: G Words: 1k Pairing: Minsung Main Tags: First dates, fluff, lots of fluff, sickfic(kinda), Canon comp 🔗: For so Long I Have Waited “Do you remember what today was supposed to be?” Minho asked, gently swaying back and forth. He was all dressed up with nowhere to go in comparison to Jisung’s big ratty tee-shirt and boxers. 

🎃Day 5: Eating Something Sensually (General List)

Rating: E Words: 1.1k Pairing: Minsung Main tags: Blow jobs, canon comp, Minho is a grump, fluff and smut, Banana's 🔗: Ba-Na-Na, Ba-Na-Na "Why don't you come over here and taste the real thing?"

🎃Day 6: Terms of Endearment (General List)

Rating: T Words: 3.2k Pairing: Chanlix Main Tags: Canon comp, excessive use of the word baby, Idiots in Love, Getting together, Fluff 🔗: I'm Holding on to Hope, It's a Problem I Admit “And you are sure you aren't a natural blonde or did the bleach strip your brain cells too?” “Would you stop making fun of me?!” Felix laughed softly trying to hide the slight sniffle. Jisung must’ve noticed, however, as he pulled him into a crushing hug. “You love him don’t you?”

🎃Day 7: Forbidden Love (General List)

Rating: E Words: 4.6k Pairing: Chanlix Main tags: Royalty Au, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Power Imbalance, King Chan, Servant Felix 🔗: Scared to Burn the Page Felix entered the room and stood like a statue until the doors shut. Even after, his demeanor was unusually sheepish. To be fair, a private meeting with the king is rarely ever a good thing. And depending on Felix’s reaction, it hopefully would be a great thing. “Relax,” Chan said, forcing a smile, “I didn't call you here to berate you. Quite the opposite actually.” “Oh,” Felix’s gait grew more confident as he approached the king, “So what am I here for, your majesty.”

🎃Day 8: Watersports/omorashi (DDDNE)

Rating: E Words: 3k Pairing: Poly skz (Jilix, Minsung, Chanlix) Main tags: Omorashi, Kink exploration, desperation, frottage 🔗: Take the Pleasure With the Pain, Double Doses “Have you ever heard of something called,” Felix paused for a moment as he tried to remember what it was properly called, “I think the term is, uhmm, Omorashi?” “DUDE!” Jisung nearly choked on his drink making Felix shrink against the wall, knocking over a broom in the process.

🎃 Day 9: One True Love (General List)

Rating: T Words: 3.1k Pairing: Chanlix Main Tags: Royalty AU, Prince Felix, Guard Chan, Post-break up, arranged marriage, true love conquers all 🔗: Pull Me Close and Twist the Knife Neither was happy about the arrangement. It was clear in the way that Jisu walked down the aisle. Her face drenched in tears of hopeless misery, more falling with each step. Felix, too, was crying as he looked at her with pity. They didn’t want this.

Day 10 (No post)

Day 11: Corruption Kink (DDDNE)

Rating: E Words: 2.6k (chapter 1) Pairing: Minsung Main Tags: Corruption kink, Church Retreat, Jisung is the pastors son, Minho is forced to be there, First times, Blow jobs “Are you ok? You seem down.” 🔗: Maybe Hell Ain't So Bad After All “Just peachy,” His voice was sweet but his lips had curled into a sarcastic snarl, “I was forced to be here so please if you aren't here to fuck me or feed me please leave me alone.” “O-oh okie-dokie then,”

Notes:

cw// Religious guilt, blasphemy, Negative talk about religion, implied homophobia This one has two chapters! Chapter two is coming on the 30th! But they can be read separately! title: If I'm There by Bad Omens

🎃 Day 11: PDA (General List)

Rating: T Words: 1k Pairing: Chanlix Main tags: Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, Hiding in Plain Sight, Not so secret, Alcohol, Drunken Karaoke, Fluff 🔗: Hey, I Want Your PDA CW// Alcohol Changbin turned his chair to fully face Felix, “Are you ok?” “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Jisung added as he turned in their direction as well. Felix tried to speak but the words kept getting caught in his throat. It didn’t help that Chan was giggling like a drunken fool beside him, “Wait d-did you not see—” “You did see a ghost! I knew this place was haunted!!” Jisung sounded way too excited about that.

🎃Day 12: Subspace/Domspace (General List)

Rating: E Words: 2.1k Pairing: Chanlix Main Tags: Canon Comp, Choking, Sub Felix, Dom Chan, Still somehow fluffy..., Subspace, Doms need reassurance too (Please read all the tags on the fic thoroughly) 🔗: You Always Wanna Run Your Mouth  “Well that worked better than I thought,” Chan chuckled proudly, “Now, open wide.”

Day 13 (No Post)

🎃Day 14: Somno (DDDNE)

Rating: Explicit Words: 2.7K Pairing: Chanlix Main Tags: Somnophilia, Canon Compliant, Anal sex, Consensual Non-consent but even that is dubious, Angst and Fluff and Smut 🔗: I Don't Believe You When You Tell Me You Are Fine Then there was a comment on reddit he couldn’t get out of his head. “My girlfriend wakes me up with a blowjob every morning. 10/10 would recommend.”

🎃Day 15: Wearing Your Significant Others Clothing (Gen List)

Rating: E Words: 1.5k Pairing: Changjin Main Tags: Canon Compliant, Newlywed dorm, Smut, Frottage, fluffy smut! 🔗: If We Have Each Other “Hey, babe,” Hyunjin leaned inside the steamy bathroom, hanging onto the door frame, “Do you know where my clothes are?” Changbin moved the shower curtain enough to poke his head out. Despite the situation Hyunjin couldn’t help but giggle a little at the ball of white suds on top of Changbin’s head, running down his face, making him look like Santa Claus, “Shouldn’t they be in the bedroom?” “Yes, but I looked already,” Hyunjin whined, “It's not there.”

🎃Day 16: Dealers choice: Blood (DDDNE)

Rating: E Words: 4.4k Pairing: Minsung Main Tags: Blood, Blood as Lube, Violence, Fluff(yes fluff), Smut, Vamp/Human, Purgatory, Supernatural Crossover 🔗: Killed and Born Again His soul was never meant for purgatory. Yes, he was a hunter before he was turned and could survive here, that wasn’t the problem. The problem was that he had to survive here.

Notes:

CW// (It's DDDNE soooo yea) Blood, Vampire bites, Violence, Death The only context readers need to understand this if you haven't read any of the Love is The Death series is as follows: Jisung was a hunter turned vamp and was killed. Minho was a revenant who refused to crossover, but was eventually convinced by Chan and Felix. Chapter one is the smut and Chapter two is the plot for those that care to read it but it's not necessary if you are just here for kinktober lol!

🎃Day 17: Edging (DDDNE)

Rating: E Words: 2.7k Pairing: Chanlix Main Tags: Orgasm Edging, Orgasm denial, Technicaly CNC, Light BDSM, Canon comp, Felix is a stubborn brat CW// Consensual Non Consent (Felix can't say no or he loses the bet) 🔗: Take Me Past The Edge It was a stupid bet. He had been bragging about his stamina compared to Chan’s. A simple teasing remark to rile him up. Quickly it devolved into a competition and of course Felix felt the need to prove himself.

🎃Day 18: Praise Kink (General List)

Rating: E Words: 1.7k Pairing: Chanlix Main Tags: Praise kink, Canon comp, Unintentional Arousal, Chan is oblivious to what he's done, Hand Jobs, Cum swallowing, PWP 🔗: I am a Good Boy With a deep breath he tried again. It wasn’t much better in his opinion. “Loosen up a bit, shake it out! Your voice is beautiful, just project it a bit more forward on this next take, babe,” Felix could hear the smile in Chan’s voice, making him blush. Another take and Felix waited for feedback. It was taking a bit which put him on edge, “Mmhm, just like that,” with Chan’s voice over the intercom the anxiety lifted, “Let’s move on to the intro and first verse next, that was gorgeous Lix. Beautiful.” 

🎃Day 19: Love At First Sight (General List)

Rating: T Words: 1.5k Pairing: Chanlix Main Tags: Mutual Pining, Not actually unrequited love, very light angst, FLUFF(yes in caps you think I'm gonna get love at first sight and not make it fluffy as fuck) 🔗: We Were Just Kids When We Fell In Love Seven years later “So let me get this straight, so you're telling me you have been in love with Felix from day one? He doesn’t know! AND you aren’t planning on telling him?!”

🎃Day 20: Will You Marry Me?

Rating: G Words: 1.6k Pairing: Changjin Main Tags: Fluff, marriage proposals, some humor, Canon Comp 🔗: I Love You and That's All I Really Know  “You are going to what? Repeat that, please!” Chan stared back at Changbin with wide-eyed excitement. Jisung too was bouncing in his seat waiting for him to answer. “I am going to ask Hyunjin to marry me,” Changbin sighed, the relief of getting this massive secret off of his chest was immense. “When?! How?! I need all the details!” Jisung squealed back in excitement.

🎃Day 22: Kissing All of Them

Rating: T Words: 9k (7 chapters) Pairing: Felix-centric Polyskz Main Tags: Fluff, First kisses, poly skz, getting together, light angst, Canon Comp 🔗: Every Kiss Gets a Little Sweeter  “I’ve never kissed anyone,” The alcohol had melted through Felix’s brain to mouth filter, he meant to say yes but the overwhelming insecurity hit him like a truck. “Wait,” Jisung rolled to the side and stared up at the ceiling in confusion, “You have three sexy ass boyfriends and you haven’t kissed any of them? Not even Chan?! Didn’t you ever play spin the bottle or seven minutes in heaven? What did you do in school, study?!”

🎃Day 23: Aphrodisiacs

Rating: E Words: 2.4k Pairing: Chanlix Main Tags: Smut, canon comp, desperately horny, fluff(its chanlix its gonna still be sweet) 🔗: Fuck Me! No, Really Fuck Me! “How many did you eat?!” Jisung seemed exceedingly worried as he slammed the door behind them. “I dunno, like a handful? Were they special or something?” “I swear to god you keep this between me, you and Chan. Me and Minho take one after concerts before we head home… they have a mix of things that uhhhh spice things up.” “So they make you horny? That’s what's happening to me?” It made sense but this was way more intense than just a bit of extra spice. 

[Main Masterlist]

[amberedcorpse]

@malefikant brought wine!

"To live for eternety. All the things you can do! The opportunity! To learn. To understand. To get answers…" Grating behavior. His for him and vice versa. Who appreciated being talked to so aggravatingly and who enjoyed being bothered when having a bad day? The truth was, Alexander did not mean to be the fuel for negative emotions (although well knowing that his presence alone had them growing, regrettably). Intentions were meant-well. Felix' state of existing was a curious conundrum he merely wanted to understand. "Why are dwarves so short but carve their tunnels so tall? Do you think if anything is possible, it is still possible for anything to be impossible?" Grating, surely. That seemingly ever-present hint of a smile that had his mouth subtly crescend, faintly curved. Meant genuinely as it could be meant to mock, to tease. Perhaps. Maybe. "I will help", he hums. "What can one catch that is not thrown?" A pause, then a soft laugh. "A cold! See? A day lived, an answer learned. It is not so bad, is it?" and as if to offer peace and ask forgiveness for his playful deceit (he really was just teasing. or was he?) pulled forth from underneath the thin leathery fabric of his overcoat a corked wine bottle. His smile widened. "To your health."

Learn what knowledge? Answers to which questions? 

A twinge broke through the anger like a knife thrust through both of his temples. He could’ve sworn the blade was real then and not another one of his symptoms, slicing his gray matter into a wet pulp. Both hands quickly clawed the sides of his head to wrench the specter from his skull, but found nothing more than his hair and his flesh still intact. 

And still he listened to their incessant babbling, forced to by the very clarity of his blessing, too conscious even if he were on the verge of bleeding out. No hope for escape, not even the relief of a coma. But if looks could kill this mortal wouldn’t be saved. 

His dearest shadow, the god nestled inside and out of him, let out a boisterous laugh. A low roll, the rush of sound before an earthquake, answered by the yowling of a dozen cats in the distance. They loved a good joke at his expense. He was their fool on strings, set on the stage to perform a mockery of life and be justly ridiculed in turn. Yet as the witch pulled out the dark bottle of wine both of them reared at attention. All of his muscles tensed. 

“Give me that!sweet and pretty creature, sweet kisses for you.” Felix pushed forward and snatched the wine from their trickster’s grasp, savagely wrestling the cork with his teeth. Then after a moment of fruitless struggle, he sneered and let out a rough, feline cry. 

“Ugh! Do you have a corkscrew hidden in there as well?Do you enjoy torturing him?” 

[lostuntothisworld]

A List of ML Crack Theories I Am Considering

The moon represents Adrichat, and not the Love Square or LadyNoir like the fandom theorizes

Anne-Jeanne Theoxanne du Bocquale is a time traveling adopted daughter of Lukadrien Adrienette

Bob Roth is gonna make good on his promise that Luka is going to sing for him no matter what.

Adrien's bedroom in the Agreste Mansion was originally the Master Suite

Adrien is going to intern at the Dupain-Cheng bakery. It will not end well.

Luka is going to work for the new flower shop next door, by doing flower deliveries. This will end better because of... reasons.

Felix was created out of jealousy over Gabe and Emilie's conception of Adrien, which means it's possible he doesn't love Kagami for herself or the fact they "are the same," but because Kagami was meant for Adrien.

The ring Felix gave Kagami isn't actually her amok, but an identical copy.

Felix's character arc of villain-to-antihero-to-hero will take another twist. He might even team up with Lilamoth. Either way, his character arc is that he is still being controlled by his father, even though he has his amok, and his father is dead. This will be a direct parallel to Adrien's character arc.

Luka's nightmare (which we never find out in the season 5 finale, oddly enough) is that his actions reveal Ladybug and Chat Noir's identities, Monarque finds out, takes advantage of this and secures the Miraculous and makes his wish... Somehow Luka finds out about Ephemeral, and is horrified that his actions caused the end of the world. He goes to Marinette and she tells him that "the timeline doesn't exist anymore," so he shouldn't feel bad that his actions caused the wish to occur. "Everyone makes mistakes." We as the audience know she is trying to make herself feel better about her choices in the season 5 finale. She begins a word salad about how even Chat Noir flooded the entire planet and nearly destroyed the universe in Chat Blanc, but the timeline no longer exists and it's all okay now! So now both boys know they ended the world in deleted timelines.

The main conflict of season 6 will be the reveal of Ephemeral and Chat Blanc. Season 7 will end in revealing The Truth to Adrien. Season 8 will be about figuring out how to sever Adrien's connection to his amoks, and the Peacock Miraculous.

Luka will be the one to reveal The Truth to Adrichat

Luka will help Adrien sever his connection to his amoks and the Peacock Miraculous. The Miraculous Ladybugs can't bring back a sentimonster after the amok has been destroyed, but Second Chance can give them infinite tries to figure out how to sever the connections.

Human sentimonsters can do and be anything a normally created person can do EXCEPT reproduce. Sentimonsters cannot create life.

The Peacock Miraculous broke because Emilie tried to create two sentimonsters at the same time: Adrien's and his twin sister's embryos. Adrien was created second, and thus the reason the miraculous broke.

Adrien is his own dead twin sister, which is why he has two amoks

Adrien was not his original planned name. He was actually named after his dead twin sister Adrienne, once his parents learned he was connected to both amoks. I'm partial to his original planned name being Celeste, which is a unisex name in France.

Emilie and Amelie (identical twins) are both sentimonsters who share one amok (The moonstone star brooch that Emelie wears)

The actual moon is a sentimonster, and Adrien will time-travel 4 billion years into the past to recreate the Theia Impact in a future season after a long character arc of personal growth, healing, and accepting The Truth. (I'll admit this one is more wishful hoping than anything else lmao)

The light that Lila/Iris saw at the end of the finale is her time traveling future self (I messed up the exact details of how she gets ahold of the Rabbit Miraculous in my original post, but I still think it's plausible)

Ladynoir is dead. Marichat is dead. Ladrien is dead. I think they're going to kill Adrienette sooner rather than later.

Adrien falls in love (or thinks he falls in love) with Marinette due to an amok order by a time traveling Lilamoth. (Adrienette getting together pretty much opened the way for Gabe to get his wish, and thus Lilamoth's acquisition of the Butterfly Miraculous.)

After a rewatch, and studying the transcript, I think there's a possibility Maribug would have kept The Truth from Adrien even if Gabe never asked her to.

Gabe failed his redemption character arc of moving on and letting go of Emilie. Emilie's dying wish was for Gabe to move on, properly parent Adrien, and allow him to choose his own happiness. Instead, Gabe made his own wish in order to be with her in death, abandoning Adrien. But before he did that, he gave Marinette his blessing to be with his son, with stipulations that she never tell him The Truth. I think Gabe ALSO passed on his failed character arc to Marinette. She is going to have to learn to let Adrien go.

AND THE FINAL MOST CRACK OF ALL THEORIES:

25. Lukadrien is Endgame

[yournaothings]

Hi. Have this random plot that won't be in the main story of "Living the Dream".

What if Dream faced Shattered alone and couldn't save anyone from the hybrid AU?

Nightmare finds him leaving against the stump of their dead tree.

Dream is severely injured, but isn't healing himself. He slowly looks up at Nightmare with a pained expression, his eyes reflecting his decision- he's decided to give up.

"Have you come to finish me off, brother?" He asks, his voice weakened and pained. Nightmare frowns at him. "Answer me this; why did you run?"

Dream heaves a full body sigh and he falls limp against the tree with his eyes closed. "You were right, all along. I wasn't good enough. I wasn't good enough then and am not good enough now. I couldn't save you, the multiverse, or the others. They all trusted me and I failed."

(His memories of the fight with Shattered fresh in his mind, he replays seeing the death of his new friends. Maria, Lily and Kai. Felix and Norah. Their AU was destroyed by Shattered Dream and what did Dream do? He ran away again.)

"Be quick and snuff out your failure of a brother."

"I do not wish to kill you, Dream." Nightmare cut off Dream's negative thoughts. He slowly looked up at Nightmare, too tired to do much anymore. Nightmare sighed softly, his expression a regretful one. "I never intended to break you down to no return. I always thought you would always come back... And when you didn't... I understand that we must balance the multiverse." Nightmare took a breath in, inhaling sharply before slowly releasing it. There wasn't much time for him to organize his thoughts and feelings.

"Dream, you are not a failure. It has taken decades, ((assuming it's been long enough since Dream awoke from the stone)) I realize that this isn't what you meant by "saving me". But if you're willing to accept me like this... I'd like to have my brother back. To spend time with him- of course when not all the time. You must understand that I can't stand your positive aura for long- why are you laughing?"

Dream hurt as he laughed. He laughed and he cried. "After all this time. I finally got to you, but it's on the day of my death. Figures."

Nightmare frowned deeply at his brother and he stepped closer. "You are not dying, Brother. I will not allow it."

Dream tried to argue, but he was just too tired to stop Nightmare from wrapping his tentacles around his weakened body and brought him close. "I will ensure you are healed. Then, we may discuss the terms of our truce."

[shadowuserannie]

KOTLC Miraculous AU (pt. 3)

Part one;

Part two;

Nino: Jensi OKAY SO MY REASONING; the part that Nino plays is a fun friend who's totally detached from Adrien's modelling, upper-class life. So I ran into an issue with Keefe being both Nino and Chloe. (NO KEEFE BEING THE CHLOE DOES NOT MEAN THAT THEIR FRIENDSHIP WILL END, FITZ WILL END UP WITH MULTIPLE BEST FRIENDS AND PLEASE READ FIRST PART FOR MORE DETAILS ON CHLOE KEEFE) There's also like. no other male main character that's even got anything other than Wylie. (and no offense to Wylie. He's cool I just permanently have him being at least 5 years older than the oldest of the main main cast mentally so it's hard thinking of him as anything but that and thus it's kinda awkward) so this is a chance to flesh out Jensi more!! He's also like, the kid who talks to people quickly and is really friendly, so I figured he'd be a good fit.

As for the rest of the characters, there's...welp this is the end. Mainly because I can't really find any other 'roles' they can fulfil since I've done the mains already. So they'll backfill, but I'll try to give them their own arcs as well.

For the adult characters, Sophie will be adopted by Edaline and Grady in the beginning already. They run an extremely successful bakery with multiple outlets across Paris. also should Jolie still be dead or be an older sister figure to Sophie? for funsies (and also because Amy's in a coma in the AU)

Gabriel: Alden. Yall knew this was coming the MOMENT I put Fitz as Adrien.

Felix: Alvar. HEAR ME OUT. ALVAR BEING MORE LIKE A DISTANT COUSIN (because reasons I haven't figured out yet) than older brother BECAUSE OF HOW OFTEN HE'S AWAY. Alvar returning and stirring Fitz into further rebellion (and making Alden remember why he threatened to disown his oldest son and failure) Alvar having his own agenda, that both lines up and collides with the heroes' (protecting Fitz, and then Biana when she returns)

Also just to clarify; my in-the-drafts AU is not season 1, season 2, season 3. Season 1 is mainly filler, and while I'm planning to use the 'villain of the week' eps turned into actual character development, I'm just trying my best. I also, plainly, just do not want to write 26/(maybe more including s2 eps) chapters just being recolors of the same episode with Sophie and Fitz's names over Mari and Adrien's. that is a rabbit hole I have seen many fall into and I don't think I could stand being that plotless (sorry)

Finally, depending on how much of the filler I cut, I'm looking at the entire story spanning about maybe two years at most. (keep in mind I am trying to avoid s4 and s5 entirely. just. no. I cannot draw out a reveal scene that long I'm trying to plan it in conjunction when Sophie and Fitz finally successfully hunt down the verse Master Fu)

[hxc66]

I watched salt burn today, and it wasn’t even that bad; people are being so dramatic. My English nerd came out tho, cuz I could write a 5 page essay on the symbolism and metaphorical aspects of that movie. The bathtub scene, the vampire scene, and the grave scene all have such a deeper meaning to them THAT NO ONE IS TALKING ABOUT.

⚠️SPOILERS⚠️

To sum this up and because I don’t wanna type so much lemme just do bullet points:

‼️it’s 3am and I am exhausted so if this makes no sense I apologize in advanced‼️

- the puppet thing was a literal symbol and connection to Oliver. HE WAS A PUPPET MASTER, HE WAS CONTROLLING THE WHOLE NARRATIVE. At the end when he’s dancing and the puppet thing is there with the rocks on top, each rock is representing a puppet that he controlled that he basically created.

-Oliver was an English major. HE WAS A WRITER AND READER. Being a writer and a puppet master are one of the same. He was writing his own story; his own narrative. He was controlling everything to go just as he planned it.

- to connect to the previous point: the bathtub, vampire, and grave scenes; the three main grotesque scenes of the movie. NOW THIS IS PROBABLY ME REACHING BUT LISTEN. Oliver was a writer he was creating a story one where he himself came out on top. Every story needs a beginning, middle, and end. I believe Oliver saw his body (not himself but his body iykwim) as the physical book. Consuming the cummy bath water I think could be interpreted as him consuming the beginning of life; we all know he gets off on the idea of holding life and death in his hands so to consume these aspects of his story they became sexual in a sense. The vampire scene: he was consuming life; blood is life and by consuming that directly from a living person he was consuming the middle of his story. NOW THE GRAVE SCENE: Death; he was consuming the end of his story; everything ends in death so by fucking the grave of the man who started him on his path he was ending the story in a sense. Obviously we know that wasn’t the end because more people died BUT THE SCENES HAPPENED IN ORDER AND THEY WERE THE MOST SEXUAL SCENE CONTAINING OLIVER HIMSELF.

-to connect to the puppet point: when he kills the mom (forgot her name) and she’s dead, he is trying to keep her arms up to hug him but they keep falling and he keeps trying to put them back. This was a literal scene of him acting as a puppet master, controlling the actions of a physical form physically. If that makes sense.

-the movie started with Oliver telling the story of how he may have been in love with Felix, you don’t know who he’s talking to until the end when you find out he’s basically admitting everything he did to the mother right before he kills her. He got away with everything. He’s a narcissist and he’s pretentious (as all artists are you have to be if you’re creating something because you’re creating it for others) he WANTS someone to know what he did. He WANTS the credit for his success. So by telling the mom everything beginning to end, he’s telling his story. In doing so he admits everything.

-him dancing naked: I don’t think this was meant as something sexual. I think this scene was meant to represent the freedom Oliver felt. He got everything he wanted. He achieved his goal. To further this point he looks longingly and almost admirably at the puppet box thing with the rocks on it. That was (to him) the representation of his story, of his success; it’s like when a writer finally finishes a story or an artist finally finishes a piece of art they’ve been working on for years; he’s feeling that euphoric freedom and accomplishment and it’s represented by him dancing naked in his prize; the house.

-Yes, he was sexual, and the movie in general was a sexual thing. However, I think that was to show his all consuming nature of his plan. Being one with his story.

-Smth I wish they went into detail about: his home life; why was he the way he was? Was he just born that way? Or did something traumatic happen to him for him to become what he did?

-do I think he was in love with Felix? No. I don’t think he can feel or understand the emotion of love. I think he had an obsession with Felix because he was the start of his story, he was the one that led Oliver to everything he was to achieve.

-it’s 3 am and I can’t think of anything else but I will add if I think of smth else cuz I’m definitely leaving things out 😩