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babachira · 2 months ago

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meeting rin's australian host parents

matsuoka rin x reader

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+ "don't say anything embarrassing, i swear" rin loves russell and lori, but even when he went to visit them with haru, he got embarrassed when lori brought up that one time where he did 'something', so he's definitely got shit he wants to hide

+ just in general, i think he'd be so excited to introduce you to them. obviously they're not blood-related, but they still mean so much to him and i'm sure that they'd support him in whatever he does, but let's say they didn't really approve of his partner because a) you're a piece of shit or b) you ate their dog or something idk, he'd be heartbroken for sure, but don't worry, they love you :D

+ as you're walking to their house together you'd be like, "impress australian mama and papa on the go" and then he'd for sure look at you with this 'you did not just say that' look, but then do that shit where he chuckles while shaking his head why tf am i being so specific

+ let's hope you're good with dogs because as soon as rin rings that doorbell, winnie is gonna start barking like there's no tomorrow. if you're cool with them, winnie will 100% lick you up like she's claiming you as part of her territory, but if you're not good with dogs i feel like rin would let russell and lori know beforehand. they'd 100% understand but poor winnie might be locked in another room during dinner LOL

+ i obviously can't predict the personality of every reader, but no matter how different, lori would be saying yes to the wedding invitation before it's even thought about. woman has her outfit picked out already. she loves you and you can tell by the way she won't stop talking to you or asking questions about either yourself or the relationship. maybe she'll ask so much that russell will be like "ok, i think it's time to calm down now, hun"

+ russell . . . well his personality isn't exactly detailed in the anime, but i think he's such a chill dad, like he doesn't have kids, but i feel like he'd so be a girl dad. rin's dating a biker? ok. rin's dating the most unathletic, swimming-hater, water repellent and gymphobic person ever? strange, but he'll take it. just don't hurt him lol

+ it's like they've laid out a red carpet at the doorway, not for rin lol, BUT FOR YOU!! their most esteemed and welcomed guest. lori claims to have been waiting for this moment since rin lived with them. she'd probably fuss about how their house is too small for such a wonderful person like you, but then rin would be like "lori, it's ok, we're not like that" but she's just so sweet, she'd always say "we don't want your feet to get cold! wear these slippers!" or "if you're feeling cold, let me know! i'll amp up the heating until we're sweating!"

+ dinner would be so extravagant. not saying that haru's unimportant, but lori might put more effort into this meal, but this is only because it's you, you're clearly not just a friend. rin's brought his entire ass soulmate, how is she not gonna go all-out. she's gonna have messaged rin before your flight asking for every single detail about your dietary requirements, your allergies, what you like or don't like and if you're the type to be like "oh no, it's really ok! i'm good with anything!" she'd tell you that you're spitting absolute nonsense and that it's a privilege for her to be able to do this for her host-son

+ since russell and lori are a married couple, they've been through the whole oooh butterflies in the tummy, omggg my one and only yayyy and he's the only for meee shit, but let's be real i don't think rin's the type to really express that in words. he'd most definitely say at least one sappy thing during dinner like "yeah, my motivation for swimming has definitely gone up" or "i still can't believe i'm so lucky" which might make you go :( IN A GOOD WAY, but he wouldn't gonna go full on sob story because he's got his pride on the line. and bro cries a lot too, he cannot make himself cry in front of his host-parents

+ don't be too alarmed when you feel rin's eyes on you all the time. whether you're speaking to him or russell or lori, he is going to be staring at you all the mf time to the point where russell will point it out and go "rin, you're gonna shoot lasers at this point!" and bro has to snap out of it

+ oh i feel like he'd be the type to pile up your plate too. his favourite food is steak, so i'm sure lori must have whipped something up. if you like steak, he's going to give you more steak than he eats himself, he's going to give you the best parts and even if you insist that he should have them he's gonna say that he's ok and that he's happy when you eat. if you don't like steak, he'll probably offer it once just because it's so good, but if not, pile it up with something else

+ lori will see this and i bet she'll be like "aw, look at our rin being so sweet! always the sharer!" and rin's like "stop it, lori"

+ lowk think that lori will do more speaking while russell just listens. not because he's disinterested but just personality-wise, he seems more quiet than his wife. she obviously has that motherly tendency so she might be like "rin, you did a very good job, you got incredibly blessed and you must MUST treat each other with the same amount of love and respect" while russell is the 'yes, yes, i agree, what she said' kind of man

+ if you're the type to say "i'm really grateful and lucky to have met rin" lori's definitely gonna be like, "ohh i think we all know that he's lucky to meet you" then everyone laughs, russell will probably back her up with "rin probably had to beg!"

+ the entirety of dinner would just be russell and lori making fun of rin. russell will surely be like "so, mate, got your wedding date booked yet?" before saying, "our boy rin's going to be crying when he reads his vows!" then lori might join in on the fun and say "i'll be there to record everything!"

+ russell and lori would do everything they could to accommodate for the two of you. rin would appreciate this so so much because it's literally his two worlds talking together. he'd be so happy throughout the entire evening that you, his most prized possession, is having fun chatting with the couple that basically raised him almost a quarter of his life. he knows what he should be grateful for and how important this is to remember

+ i'm sure russell and lori would insist that you stay the night because no way they're making you spend your night in an ass hotel. they'd send rin away lol but not you

+ 100% rin's going to be a bit emotional and clingy during the night. he's going to keep talking about how he's so thankful that you're in his life and that you got the courage to meet them because it's really not an easy thing to do. he's gonna hold you tight and whisper things how he really loves you and how he really wants what russell said about the wedding come true - if you'll allow it, of course. YOU WILL RIGHT???

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lostbookmark · 9 months ago

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Summary: After four years your sister's ex-boyfriend comes back into your life. Can you keep your entanglement a secret? Will the guilt eat you alive?

Pairing: Sisters ex Yoongi x Insecure F. Reader.

Genre: SMUT, angst, hurt - comfort, romance.

Warning: Explicit sex, fingering, Possessive Yoongi, swearing, reader is insecure, jealousy, punishment, unprotected sex, drinking, dirty talk, praising, very light degradation, spanking, spanking as punishment, teasing, hair pulling, arguments. Overuse of the name, baby.

A/N Edited by me aka I just throw commas in and see if my document corrects it.

Yoongi is a bit…mean(ish) in this one.

Yay!! I have the next 2 chapters written. Posting will be every Sunday US time.

A little SMUT under the cut.

Kevin….Kris….Kihyun. No, none of those names sound right. He's good-looking and easy on the eyes, pretty smile but boring as hell. It's been a week since Yoongi took you home after the intense night you shared. You had stayed the night, and the next morning, you made up an excuse for needing to get home. You were scared to stay longer, afraid he would kick you out. He never questioned you or begged you to stay. You exchanged numbers, but he never contacted you. You felt defeated. You didn't tell anyone. Not Lisa or Jisoo. They would never let you live it down. Maybe this is why you let Lisa talk you into showing up at the “hot guy she ditched you for” house party. His name is Jimin. He seemed okay, you guess, but you haven't really gotten to know him. Her love interests never last long. Key…Kang…Kyle. That's it! You think his name is Kyle.

“I just got back from Milan,” Kyle boasts. He is giving you what you think is probably his most charming smile. “I'll be heading to London again soon. Got quite a few photoshoots lined up. Mostly magazines, but I got a commercial too. I even have some contacts for Paris fashion week. I'm going to be a big deal.”

You really don't care, and you know that sounds mean. Why did Lisa introduce you to him? Did she really think you would hit it off with him? Damn Lisa for making you come here. Damn Yoongi for not calling or texting you. Damn him for making the feel of his touch still linger on your skin. Did you do something wrong? Were you just bad at sex. You know that you are pretty inexperienced, but it seemed like he enjoyed himself. He even cuddled you after he cleaned up with a warm washcloth. He was a pure gentleman. He even ran a hot shower for you as he made a quick snack afterward. You may or may not have tried to remember the brand of his shampoo. After some light bickering, he let you sleep on his side of the bed. So, why didn't he call? Was there someone else? Oh my god! Were you the side piece? Of course, someone like Yoongi would have someone waiting for him.

“Lisa said that you two have been friends since you were young. You work together too, right? ” Key…no Kyle said and you nod your head.

“Yeah, umm..” You started but were interrupted.

“Baby,” you turn to see Yoongi staring daggers at you. How the hell did he know you were here? You're pretty sure that your jaw is on the floor right now. Yoongi places himself right behind you. He rests his chin against your shoulder and hands coming together around your stomach. “Who's your friend?” Why does he say it so calmly despite his glaring eyes?

You freeze, your body rigid, and can't say anything. One week, it's been one week, and now he's right here. You don't know what to say. Are you supposed to throw yourself at him after he ignores you? You wish you could throw a shitty comment his way, but you don't. It's not who you are. You wish you could tell him that since he isn't interested, maybe you will go home with Kyle. He looks at you and Kevin…no Kyle impatiently. His glare, thankfully, is fully on Kyle now, and you don't want it back on you. Nope, you are definitely not going to say that, even if it’s a lie.

“Hey man, I'm Kai,” Kai that's his name! You knew it started with a k. “Didn't know she had a boyfriend. Lisa lied to me. Sorry about that.” Kai apologized and rushed out of there. Literally, he walked away as fast as his legs could carry him. You wish he would take you with him. Technically, you guess Lisa didn't lie.

You turn in his arms to look at Yoongi fully. He looks pissed. You don't know if you should be scared, angry, or turned on. Is it possible to be all three? His eyes looked hard, unlike a week ago. It seems like such a long time ago. Maybe it was just a fever dream, and you made it all up. This Yoongi is different, and it is making you anxious.

“We're leaving,” he breathes heavily in your ear.

He takes your hand and threads your fingers through each other. He starts heading for the door, and you have no option but to follow him. You don't want to fight him and cause a scene. You try looking around for Lisa, hoping you spot her. You don't see her, but you do catch a glimpse of Kyle…Kai chatting up another girl. She seems thoroughly excited about it. Good for her. Looks like you probably dodged a bullet there. When you get through the door, you notice his car just down the street a little ways. Lisa picked you up earlier, and now you're kicking yourself for it. Yoogi practically rips the car door open and looks at you expectantly. He holds the door with one hand while his other is on his hip.

“What are you waiting for?” He asked. His stare is still cold. “Do you want me to go get Kai for you? Do you need him to help you?”

“Wh…what? No, why would I…” you were cut off.

“Get in, baby. I'm already mad, don't make me tell you again,” he told you.

With one last look back at the house, you get in the car. The same car and spot you sat in a week ago. God, a week ago, you were shivering with anticipation. Now, you were confused and honestly a little scared. Where was he, and why was he acting like you had done something wrong? You knew deep down that Yoongi would never do anything to hurt you. However, this is a side of him you have never seen. You didn’t see it years ago either when he was still with your sister. Even during their fights at the end of their relationship. You even spent a lot of alone time with him back then, annoying him. He never snapped at you. When you couldn't figure out how to parallel park, he never snapped at you. When Lisa got you drunk at homecoming and he had to pick the two of you up, he never snapped at you. He never did anything like this.

“Cold?” He asks you. You're rubbing your hands together.

“A little,” you answer softly. You want him to grab your hands and warm them with his own. Instead he cranks the heat.

The only sound in the car was from the radio and the heat blowing on your cold fingers. You don't know what the song playing is, but the deep bass is slow. It's almost comforting. You want to close your eyes and drift to sleep. Maybe if you go to sleep right now, you'll wake back up in his bed, and you can redo everything. Obviously, that's not possible. Your eyes slide over to him. He's concentrating on the road, and there's a small tick in his jaw. His hand had stayed on the steering wheel. His knuckles were white with his grip. He didn't touch you, not even once. You want to cry. What did you do? Why is he so mad? How did he find you there? What did you do? The song on the speakers switched to something less moody, and your eyes moved to look out the passenger window. The sky is clear, the stars shine bright and twinkling in the late night sky. You didn't care for it. Not even one little bit.

That soft yellow glow of the bedroom was exactly the same. So were his sheets and pillows. The memories were completely vivid and fresh in your mind. The sound of your skin slapping together, his grunts and your gasps. The way he held you when you drifted off to sleep. You look at Yoongi sitting on the corner of his bed staring at you. His elbows resting on his knees and his right knee bouncing slightly You can't tell what he is thinking. You stand next to a large desk in his room. You think he must use it for work. There's messy paper everywhere and pens scattered all around. You try to focus and see what's on the paper but can't make out the scribbles. Poems, maybe? Does he write? You can't remember if he ever mentioned wanting to write back then. Maybe you didn't pay close enough attention.

“Look at me,” he snaps at you. Your eyes immediately obey his command. “What were you doing there with Kai?” Yoongi spits his name out in disgust.

“I…I..Lisa introduced us. We were just talking,” you said softly. “I don't know him.”

“So, you were just going to go off and fuck someone you don't know?” He asked and you were taken back. He was basically snarling at you.

“NO!” You cried out. “I wasn't.” You were getting worked up. “Why do you care? I haven't even heard from you in a week.” You shocked yourself by actually saying that outloud. Shit. You can't take it back now.

Yoongi didn't seem amused by your outburst. Cracking his neck, he stood up from the bed and stalked up to you. You wanted to take a step back, but that messy desk prevented you from doing so. Yoongi rests both his hands on the desk, caging you in. His breathing and the sound of your own heart beating in your ears ring loudly in your ears. He runs the tip of his nose against the shell of your ear. Goosebumps race down your arms. Your body betrays you, wanting you to give into him.

“You know,” he whispers in your ear. “The phone works both ways, baby. Get on your knees.”

You swallow thickly. You aren't exactly sure what he means. Right here on the floor? On the bed? You decide not to make him wait and drop to the floor right in front of him. Are you supposed to undo his pants? Is that what he wants? You have never given a blow job before. Maybe you can fake it and figure it out as you go. You’ve seen porn. Just don't bite him, and you'll be fine. Your hands reach up and start to undo his belt around his hips. Yoongi chuckles a humorless laugh as he swats your hands away. Oh, that's not what he meant. Tears well in your eyes out of embarrassment.

“On the bed. On your knees, ass up,” he snickers at you.

You stand up slowly and walk with your head down to the bed. You don't want him to see the unshed tears or your embarrassed face. You know it's red. Your knees hit his mattress, the sheets are still soft. You lean down onto your elbows as you look at him, and he shakes his head at you. God, you probably look like such an idiot for not knowing what to do. Yoongi walks over to you and puts his hands on the back of your shoulders, and pushes you gently down. Your chest and the side of your face meet the bed. He turns your head gently to look at the other side of the room. There's nothing to see over there besides his closet. You feel the dress that you're wearing starts to rise up. Yoongi next adjusts your hands. Making sure that your fingers are interlocked above your head. You feel him get closer to your face. His breath tickles your ear.

“Are you okay?” He asks you.

“Yes,” you say meekly.

“Good. Stop me anytime,” he tells you as he kisses below your ear. “You thought I was ignoring you? You think that’s why I didn't call you?” He asks, but you don't answer. You can feel him slip your dress completely up and over your ass as he stands behind you. “Yes or no, baby?”

“Yes,” SMACK! As soon as you answer, he spanks you. It wasn't overly hard but just enough to sting. Your body goes rigid, and your eyes widen comically in surprise. Oh! You honestly were not expecting that.

You wait for him to say something, but you're just met with silence. You don't feel his presence near you. You strain your ears to try and listen for him. Did he leave the room?

“Y..Yo..Yoongi?” you asked softly and he didn't respond.

Suddenly, there was a tick…tick..tick noise in the room. Slowly, you turn your head, and you see him sitting at his desk. His shirt is off, hair beautifully messy, pants undone, but nothing obscene showing. Tick…tick…tick. It's one of those music things, a metronome you think it's called. The pendulum swings back and forth again and again. Tick… tick…tick. Yoongi is watching you kneel on the bed while playing with it in his hands. He almost looks bored.

“Turn back around,” he tells you slowly. You turn your head back around. Tick…tick…tick. “You know what i was thinking all week?” He asks you. “I thought I was a horrible person. Did I force you here? Did I make you do something you didn't want? You wanted out of here so bad the next morning I thought you were going to have a panic attack.”

The chair groans a little bit. You can only assume that he got up. You can hear the clicking of his belt buckle as if he's walking to you. You anticipate his touch, but again, nothing. Tick…tick…tick. The oscillating noise is putting you on edge. The sound of his belt tells you he's close. Your breath is starting to come out as pants as adrenaline starts to flow through you. Your interlaced fingers twitching.

“I wanted to give you space. I see that was the wrong thing to do. Why didn't you get a hold of me, baby?” He asked. You still can't see him.

“I didn't want to bother you,” you mumble. SMACK! SMACK! You press your hands together tightly and screw your eyes shut. Tears blurred your vision as they started to fall. You sucked in a shuddering breath.

“You could never bother me. Instead of talking to me, you decided to ignore me to fuck around with Kai? How do you think that makes me feel?” His voice raises some. SMACK! His hand gently starts rubbing your reddened cheek. Soothing the stinging with his cool palm. You hear him take a deep breath. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you say through tears. “I'm fine.” You really were. “I didn't…”

“What?” Yoongi asks. His hand is still gently rubbing your reddened skin.

“I thought you realized you made a mistake. I thought maybe I wasn't good enough for you. I'm not like my sister,” you hiccuped. You pressed your hands tightly together before he delivered the next smack. It never came. Tick…tick…tick.

“Why would you compare yourself to her? Why didn't you say anything?” He asked. His hand stroked some hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear. The strands were wet from tears.

“Have you met me,” you try to joke through tears. You highly doubt Yoongi thinks it's funny. Yoongi leaned over to look at your tear stained face. Bending down, he kissed the tears away. You close your eyes and welcome him. He's here. The soft, gentle Yoongi is here now.

Yoongi moved again and stood behind you. He hooked his fingers into your underwear and slowly slid them down your legs. His fingertips tickled the outside of your thighs as they traveled down. He lifted your knees one at a time so he could completely remove them from your body. Then, nothing. Why does he keep disappearing on you? You were tempted to turn and look for him again. Tick…tick..tick. Suddenly, his tongue is on you. You close your eyes and sigh, escape your lips , and fingers tighten together. You push your hips back against his face to get him closer. His tongue swirls magical circles against your bundle of nerves. One week, and you realize how much you missed this. How starved for his touch you were. You should have made the first move. This all could have been avoided. He was right. You didn't think about how he felt. You shouldn't have gotten in your own head. You always get in your own head. Yoongi pulls away. Disappointment floods through your body. Disappointment doesn't last, though. You hear his belt rattling, and pants hit the ground. He roughly pulls your body to him in one smooth move. Your own clothed back to his naked front. He gently tangles his hand in your hair, pulling your head back. Just like that, gentle Yoongi is gone. Dipping his head, he slants his mouth over yours. Tongue demanding entrance. You relax and press your tongue against his, tasting yourself on him. Soon, he lets go of your lips and hands roughly yank your dress down to your waist. You thrust your hips back with an arch of your back. He's hard.

“Still good?” He asks again, hands and slowly coming up to cup your naked breasts. His fingers tweak your nipple. It sends a jolt right down to your core.

“Yes, Yoongi,” you reply somewhat breathlessly.

Yoongi pushes you forward so you were down on the bed again. Chest flush with the bed, ass in the air. His hands grip your hips, bringing you back to him. You feel him run his cock up and down your wet folds. Dipping the head in and taking it back out. He does this several times and it's driving you mad. You try to swivel your hips but he completely backs off with an airy laugh. SMACK! He slaps your ass once more. Grabbing your hair again, he pulls you up savagely against him. His arm crosses over your chest, hand on your shoulder. He's supporting your weight against him. You tilt your head back to rest on his shoulder. Chest rising and falling with every pant of your breath.

“I should have fucked you in front of him,” he hisses in your ear. “That way you wouldn't have to doubt me again. Everyone at that party would know your mine now. Kai….Lisa….Jimin.”

Yoongi's free hand cups your pussy, giving you teasing strokes. Teasing just like before. Fingers enter you shallowly just to pull back quickly. You look at him and you don't even have time to question him before he's answering you.

“How do you think I found you tonight? We work together, baby. He likes talking about Lisa.” He explains with a chuckle. “Lisa… she likes to talk about setting her pretty little friend up with a date, but her friend is kind of shy. I took the chance that she was talking about you. Lucky me, huh,” Yoongi answers you as his fingers finally start pumping into you. Your wet, you thought maybe too, went given the situation. Your noises make it obvious how much you are enjoying this. “Too bad you're not available. Kai was pretty good-looking.”

“Please, I'm sorry. I need you. Yoongi, please,” you beg him. Yoongi kisses your neck. Lightly sucking on your sweat slicked skin as his fingers pump into you faster. Marking you, making you his.

《Chapter 4》

Yoongi lets his grip on you go. You fall to the bed and scramble to get back onto your knees in front of him. You lift your head and look over your shoulder at him. Trying to beg him with your eyes to do something…anything. Tick…tick…tick. Yoongi finally grips your hips and pulls you back to him. Leaning over you, he places you exactly like he had you before. Chest flush with the bed, hands above your head. Rubbing your red marks with his hand, he deals one more blow before he sinks all the way into you. You sigh. He feels like home.

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nabipumpum · 3 months ago

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Hanni never believed in spontaneous romances—until she met you. Hanni realizes that this time, and for the first time, she doesn't want to run away.

2. Exception(just for you)

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The next day, Hanni tried to convince herself that returning to the café was a purely rational decision. The cake was good, the milkshake was good, and it was a great place to study or simply relax. It had nothing to do with you.

Definitely nothing.

But when she pushed open the glass door and heard the soft tinkle of the bell announcing her arrival, her eyes instinctively sought you behind the counter.

And there you were.

This time, your hair was tied up differently, a few loose strands framing your face. You were laughing at something a coworker had said before turning to face the room, and at that moment, your eyes met.

Hanni felt her heart skip a beat.

For a second, she thought you would look away and go on with your work. But no. You smiled — not that polite waitress smile, but a slight, almost knowing smile. As if you recognized her. As if you expected to see her there.

Hanni looked away too quickly, feeling ridiculous.

She took a deep breath and walked over to a table in the corner, trying to ignore the fact that her hands were cold for no apparent reason. Minji and Danielle weren’t with her this time, which should have been a relief. No teasing, no laughing, no nagging. But, strangely, that made the situation even more intense.

She picked up the menu, even though she already knew what to order. It was just an excuse so she wouldn’t seem anxious when you approached her.

And then, there you were, standing next to the table with your notebook and that same gentle tone as always.

“Back so soon?” You asked with an amused glint in your eyes.

Hanni opened her mouth, but hesitated. You noticed and tilted your head slightly, waiting. “Yes.” She answered simply.

You smiled. “I’m glad. The same as yesterday?” She blinked. Did you remember her order?

“Oh… yes.”

“Right.” You wrote it down and, before walking away, added: “If you need anything, just call, Hanni.”

It was only when you left that she realized: you knew her name.

She had never told you.

And now it was impossible to hold back the smile.

For the next few minutes, Hanni stared at the table, trying to process what had just happened.

You know her name.

She mentally reviewed all the conversations they had had — not many, but enough to be sure she had never introduced herself. The only possible explanation was that… you had asked.

Or maybe you had heard Minji and Danielle talking.

Or maybe — and this possibility was even more disturbing — you had remembered her enough to want to know more.

Hanni bit her lip, absently, as she played with the straw of the glass of water one of the waiters had left on the table. She tried, really hard, to convince herself that it meant nothing. But every time she remembered the way you said her name, an involuntary shiver ran down her spine.

And then, as if the universe was determined to test her patience, you appeared again.

This time, it wasn't to deliver the order. You were holding a small piece of paper in your hand, and your smile was slightly mischievous as you stopped next to the table.

“I know that usually customers don't get the bill before they eat, but…” You placed the folded paper next to her glass. “I'll make an exception.”

Hanni frowned, confused. You just blinked at her before walking away to serve another table.

With her heart beating too fast, she took the paper and unfolded it.

It wasn't the bill.

It was a note.

“Your smile is beautiful, I guess I was lucky to get to see it up close.

—Y/N”

Hanni stared at the words, her face heating up in an instant.

What the hell was going on here?

She glanced in your direction. You were busy with another customer, but as if you felt her gaze, you looked up.

And smiled.

Hanni lowered the paper too quickly, squeezing it between her fingers as she tried to ignore the fact that her heart felt like it was about to beat out of her chest.

She was really screwed.

Hanni stared at the folded note between her fingers, her heart racing. She didn't know what to expect when she returned to the café, but it definitely wasn't that.

She tried to take a deep breath, regain her composure, but her gaze found you again—almost by accident. You were still serving another table, but there was something in the way you smirked, as if you knew exactly the effect you had just had on her.

Hanni ran her hand over her face, trying to ignore the heat in her cheeks. She could just ignore the note, act like nothing had happened.

But she didn't want to ignore it.

Which, in itself, was already a problem.

The milkshake and cake arrived a few minutes later, delivered by another employee, which gave her time to think. Or at least try to think. Because the truth was, her mind was a complete mess, torn between nervousness and growing curiosity.

In the end, it was curiosity that won out.

She grabbed a napkin and twirled the pen she always carried in her hand, twisted it between her fingers, hesitant. A response seemed inevitable — after all, you had opened this game first.

After a few seconds of indecision, she wrote.

“If I had known I would come back here and find a note like this, I would have memorized something better to reply. But… maybe a ‘thank you’ is a good start. :)

—Hanni.”

She took a deep breath before folding the napkin and leaving it next to the glass. Now she just needed a way to give it to you without looking completely desperate.

And then, as if fate was playing a trick on her, you appeared at the side of the table.

“Is the order okay?”

Your voice was light, but Hanni didn’t miss the amused glint in your eyes. You knew she had read the note. And was waiting.

Hanni hesitated for half a second, but then, without saying anything, she slid the folded napkin to the edge of the table, right in your direction.

Your smile grew wider. You picked up the napkin as naturally as someone taking an order, but before leaving, you bowed slightly, just enough for only her to hear.

“I’ll love to read it.”

And then you walked away, leaving Hanni completely speechless.

She stared at the table, feeling her breath catch in her chest, and knew at that moment that there was no turning back.

She wanted to know where this was going.

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ivoryghostyy · 2 years ago

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「 image isn't mine. sourced from pinterest. 」

「 this was supposed to be a re-vamp of "love bite" but, well, i guess i got a bit too carried away. this one's pretty long, so have fun! 」

「 tw: possessive behaviour, swearing, non-consensual biting, mentions of blood, mentions/implications of violence — read with caution. 」

"don't touch that!"

crash!

"oops. :("

"oops? that's all you have to say- don't give me that look."

":("

"fuck you."

"ohhh, i like the sound of that-"

you groan in frustration, rubbing your throbbing temple. pieces of a broken flower pot lie carelessly on the tiled floor—a flower pot that was meant to house your newly grown Daffodils if someone could keep his hands to himself.

he frowns at your distress, snaking an arm over your shoulders to pull you in. his free hand rests snugly on the small of your back. right where it belongs.

"i'm sorry, sweetheart. i'll get you a new one, okay?"

you shake your head, making your way through the array of potted plants within your shop. once your hand grasps the familiar wooden handle of your broom, you reply.

"no. it's alright. i can just order another one; it wasn't that expensive, anyway."

he hums, looking through his phone. at this point, you know he hadn't listened to a single word you said. he's been your closest friend for years. by now, he's probably-

"i got you a new set. they'll arrive in a few days. is that alright, honey?"

-already ordered another one. actually, he ordered more. you don't even need that many pots right now! you can feel another headache settling in.

"okay, whatever. what are you doing here, anyway?"

you sweep up the sad pieces of the flower pot, sending your Daffodils an apologetic look. 'i'm so sorry, my babies. i'll get you a new home soon, i promise.'

he watches the exchange, eyes squinting. you're no stranger to the look. you've seen it more times than you could count on two hands.

or, well, you assume that was the case. you're not really counting-

while you're cleaning his mess, the man in question leans idly on the counter.

'how strange,' he muses. he's seen the way you coddled your.. shrubs. for the last time, they're not shrubs!

maybe you were unknowingly born with the ability to talk to plants? or you simply have some form of connection with your babies, as you liked to call them.

or perhaps you've simply lost your mind ages ago, so you've convinced yourself that the shrubs- they aren't shrubs!!

-sorry, the not-shrubs could communicate.

wait, did you talk in his head?

you ignore his sudden confusion, opting to mourn over the loss of a perfectly good pot. fly high. you will be missed. after dumping the broken pot, you turn back to the insufferable man.

"you didn't really answer my question."

"what? am i not allowed to visit my favorite florist?"

"mind you, i am the only florist you know. besides, you're too busy to pay any unnecessary visits."

he laughs, muscles flexing as he pushes off the counter.

"alright, you got me. so you remember when i told you that i've found her?."

her? oh! he means his, uh, what did he call it? ah, right. his destined pair. pfft, that sounds cheesy as hell. why can't he be normal and say he fell in love?

"yeah? are you going to man up and tell her? you've been dancing around it for years; you haven't even introduced me yet!"

with a snort, he crosses his arms.

"well, sorry. i don't really find the need to introduce you."

eh? you take personal offense to that!

with a dramatic gasp, you clench the fabric of your top, right where your heart is.

"i've been your best friend for this long, dealing with your stupid ass for years, but you won't tell me who the love of your life is? i see how it is."

he smiles, "i.. don't think we'll still be friends after i tell you.."

what?

"don't tell me, is it my sworn enemy!? i can't believe you would settle for that-"

he denies it immediately, face scrunching in disgust.

"absolutely not. i would sooner choose to marry a horse."

you crack up at that, clutching your stomach as you laugh.

his eyes soften with a small grin. sometimes, he wonders what he'd done to deserve you.

you, with eyes that light up every time you see him. with that smile stretching your lips into a carefree curve; delighted and so full of life. you fill his heart with an immeasurable amount of love. if only you know what you do to him.

everything about you is so perfect. you're mesmerizing. you're his everything.

but he's not the only one.

just thinking of all the eyes who've dared to look at you..

his smile falls.

if only he could gauge their eyes out; or better yet, he could keep you all to himself. he'd mark you as his own, give you everything you could ever want or need. it isn't hard for him to do as he pleased.

but at what cost? you wouldn't be happy. you would hate him. but worst of all, he would hurt you.

and he couldn't hurt you. never.

and yet, as he watched a customer—another man—flirt with you, he couldn't help but rethink his choices. would it be better for him to take you, after all?

his eyes darken.

you're stuck.

after you had closed the shop, you were forced down.

he held your trembling wrists, firmly pressing them against the counter. 'his hands are cold,' you noted, breath hitching as he stared you down.

"look, i know i said 'fuck you' earlier, but i didn't mean for you to actually do so-"

"shut up."

you did.

he was mad, you could tell. frustrated, even.

why? did you do something wrong? were you being too mean earlier? did he find the secret stash of snacks you've been hiding from him-

you squeak when he hauls you up by the waist, fully lying you against the wide counter instead of the previous awkward position.

"w-wait, seriously, we can talk about this-"

you're cut off when he grips your chin, roughly forcing your eyes to meet his own.

"you know i don't like it when you avoid my eyes."

he's only an inch away from your face; his stare holds an intense wave of emotions. they swirl within his eyes, almost unreadable to you—but one stands out.

you lean your forehead against his, facing him head on. you don't avoid his eyes. you're not scared of looking directly at him, even in this situation. that might be another one of the reasons why he's fallen so hard.

"why're you hurting?"

his eyes crinkle as he grins. such a sweet human. no matter the circumstance, you never lose your heart. do you not find him threatening? he stares at the guilty little twinkle in your eyes. how can one be so cute.

you're not making this any easier for him, are you? he can barely control himself as is.

your eyes catch a glint, honing onto his sharp fangs.

what-

"ah, the cat's out of the bag."

his voice sends shivers down your spine, and unconsciously, you move back.

he doesn't allow it, however, as he guides you closer. his fingers draw up your leg, leaving a trail of heat despite the contrasting temperature of his hand.

he stops at your thigh, pulling it up to his hip.

he's so fucking close.

"i can feel you shaking, sweetheart. are you scared?"

you shake your head, but he's already caught the traces of fear that linger on your features.

"lying is a sin, love. weren't you the one who taught me that?"

the next moment is a blur.

he leans down, fangs poking the skin of your neck. dread settles into the pit of your stomach. the fear comes after; and then the panic sets in.

but it's already too late.

you whimper, biting your lip to distract you from the pure, unadulterated pain. your trembling hands find their way to the back of his shirt, tightly clutching the fabric.

you don't even realize that you're crying until he rubs your cheek, and you feel the tears sliding against your skin.

his fangs sink deeper, and the agonizing pain melts away, replaced with a growing heat in your abdomen. you stifle a moan, the metallic taste of your blood lingering on your bitten lip.

he keeps you against the counter, a hand tracing circles on your waist. suddenly, you're not scared anymore. your heart beats erratically, but you find nothing out of place. in fact, everything feels right.

a headache surfaces, and you groan into his shoulder as he pulls away. a drop of blood trails down your neck, but he licks it off. you shiver, feeling hyperaware of every movement.

he smiles at your dazed state. he rubs your head, pulling you closer when you bury yourself in his chest, nuzzling into his embrace.

his eyes trail down to the mark on your neck, and he grins with pride; kissing your temple.

you'll probably be mad when you're not dazed anymore..

no matter, he'll make it up to you later. right now, he can't wait to take you home.

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s1lv3rp4w3dc4t · 5 months ago

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french taco is always in my brain forever. (french taco's tirade day 4 soon btw³)

she's my favoritest girl AND she speaks the language I'm learning?? how could I NOT love that??????

(SO much more yapping under the cut)

I'll say this again in a different post most likely, but what they don't tell you about learning a language is that it will consume you. you'll so badly want to speak it and know more and more that it will drown you and you'll suffocate under the weight of suddenly having to pull yourself yourself away. sorry lol that sounded really heavy. I just really love french.

and I have so many thoughts about taco speaking it???????? but I can't even express them??????

here's a sentence in french I've wanted to use on taco ii for so long but haven't found a place to.¹

"vous habitez dans la forêt"

literally (roughly) translating to

"you (formal) live in the forest"

I. YOU.

HAND GESTURES AT SENTENCE

JUST. JUST LOOK AT IT.

in every waking moment I am thinking about french taco. I know the french word for suitcase! IT'S VALISE!!!!² AND IT'S A FEMININE NOUN!!!!! (tacocase shippers where are you. I have good news please come here.)

I also think her and mepad speak in french to each other. (see ¹) I think they have conversations and argue and I think mepad is translating all then and there lol.

I think pickle knows a few french words because of taco, but refuses to say them anymore because they remind him of her. do you think she called him "tu"? do you think she introduced him as "mon ami"? do you think she looked him in the eye(s) and did that? I do, and I think now the story is different. I think now she calls him "vous" so he doesn't pick up on it and argue that they aren't friends anymore.

but I don't think she had enough time to unlearn it for mic. I think she still calls her "tu", even- (sorry to interrupt, but it was this exact moment that I had a violently strong desire and urge to listen to 'little soldiers' by the Crane Wives for no apparent reason other than that I started writing and mic and taco. I'm listening now as I write this post.) -after their falling out. and I think, in time, mic starts learning french words with her. I think they start having conversations and mic learns french. maybe it's me projecting here, but I think she'd want to learn french. or maybe she's learning it because she still can't trust taco not to plan behind her back.

an early message (see ²) leads me to a question. do object's object names count as names and shouldn't be translated, or because they're objects, should they be translated? in simple words, if suitcase's name is Suitcase, and a piece of dialogue was written in french involving her name (ex: "salut, [suitcase]!"), would it be the french word for suitcase (valise), OR, because it's also her name, would it stay suitcase? "salut, Valise!" vs "salut, Suitcase!" this is also a question for multilingual (or others that know) osc fans.

okay back to taco. isn't it interesting how she's mexican food with a british accent that's fluent in french, and lives among what I can only assume to be american adjacent objects? that's so strange! that's so unique! I love her sm!!!!!!!

I really wish we got her french speaking brought up more, but I understand that would be difficult and kind of pointless to do for the plot of the show lol. we interrupt this plotline to bring you a message from taco, "PÉRIR, SERPENTS" thank you. this has been the inanimate insanity movie actually 1/one. I think I would have screamed forever if she got just ONE french line. ever. in season 2/two. I would have lost my mind. I would be so happy I got violent.

(I'm still listening to little soldiers, fyi. listen to it.)

I don't read or write fanfic but I'm starting to think I may have to so I can write french taco lines.

ALSO I SHOULD READ/WATCH MORE THINGS I FRENCH. (maybe I'll check if ii has an option like that so I can make french taco a reality lol)

ALSO!!!! french taco's tirade (see ³) has damaged my keyboard suggestions forever. watch this. habite dans la slate de la forêt. what was that wait what. "live in the slate of the forest"????? that's. that's french keyboard suggestion taco's advice today for you.

I feel like I'm saying nothing anymore. you want to see my attempts at a taco's tirade translation? of course you do, you're reading this.

day 1/one

#inanimate insanity #ii #osc #ii taco #taco ii #taco inanimate insanity #inanimate insanity taco #silver's mental breakdown

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junnieverse · 2 years ago

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BEST PART (PART TWO) ➳ P. JONGSEONG

➙ synopsis: after a trip down memory lane and a 'coincidental' run in with your ex after moving back home, you thought you would be able to move on but sparks seemingly started flying once again between you and jay.

pairing: park jongseong x gn!reader

genre: fluff, friends to lovers to exes to lovers (again) au

word count: 1.3k

request: " I almost cried reading Best Part, may I request a part 2 with a happy ending?? "

warnings: not proofread

a/n: I had initially wanted to leave this as a oneshot with a bittersweet ending but because you so kindly asked, here it is anon, enjoy :)

a/n (2): please be sure to read part one [ here ]

You were finally back home after being overseas and for the past two weeks you've been settling back in into your new apartment and catching up with your friends and family.

It felt great to be back and seeing everyone you love in person again but after the day of your trip going through your box of keepsakes, you would catch yourself thinking about Jay once in awhile wondering how and where he was.

Although a big part of you also knew maybe it was best not to see him because you wanted to, no, needed to move on from him and start a new page in your book called life.

Your new apartment still needed some decorating with a personal touch and you thought adding a few vinyl pieces could make your space feel more like home.

Walking into the old music shop you had been introduced to by Jay in the past, you kindly greet the store owner in the front and begin to browse through the various vinyls picking out some you wanted to get.

The store bell rung alerting the owner and you, seeing as you were currently the only customer, that someone else had come in.

You had obviously paid no mind to this simply paying attention to this box of vinyls looking for a new album.

"(Y/n)... is that you?"

Turning your head you immediately recognise the voice you'd missed but also wanted to forget for the longest time.

"Jay... h-hi." you say weakly as your voice cracked.

It felt as thought your entire world was crashing down and in that moment you were just holding back tears and wanted the ground to swallow you whole.

"How've you been, it's great to see you again. When did you get back?" he asks calmly trying to make small talk but little did you know his heart was beating uncontrollably fast.

"Uhm yeah haha. I've been good I guess. Got back about two weeks ago so I've just been settling in." you tell him wanting to run away.

"It was nice to see you too but I have to uhh... unpack some of my other things back home." you excuse yourself avoiding eye contact with him fiddling with your fingers nervously.

Just as you turned around to leave to go pay for the vinyls you picked out, Jay stops you gently grabbing your wrist and you notice a particularly familiar bracelet on his wrist.

"I hope it's okay if I message you again if you don't mind... maybe we can catch up over a coffee sometime." he suggests letting go of your arm and scratching the back of his neck nervously.

"Y-you still have my number..?" you ask him suprised by this.

"Yeah. I kept them... you know just in case." he said smiling sheepishly.

"Oh uhm, okay then, you can text me. I'll see you soon then."

Your heart and mind were both racing at this point.

You didn't know whether it was the right move to let Jay back into your life but having met him here again has to be some sort of sign right?

Fate?

And the bracelet you made him, not only had you both broken up but he was still wearing it too...

You plop down onto your couch, after arriving home, letting out a deep sigh trying to figure out how your life suddenly took an entire 180.

Jay did in fact text you that night and talking to him again brought back so many emotions you'd tried so hard to let go of.

You felt like a giddy high schooler experiencing her first love all over again.

You both had agreed to meet at a cafe not far from where you lived the following Saturday and you were quite nervous.

Seeing Jay again after so long only proved to you that you were still undoubtedly in love with him and you were secretly hoping he was too.

Walking into the cafe that afternoon, you catch Jay sitting across a table near the window looking beautiful as the sun hit him at the best angle making his skin glisten.

"Hey Jay." you greet him about to sit down but before that he abruptly pulls you in for a hug.

You feel yourself melting in his embrace taking a whiff of the vanilla scent you missed still proceeding to hug him back despite how awkward you felt.

"It's great to see you again, thank you for agreeing to this." he says pulling away first as he pulled out your chair to let you sit as you thanked him taking your seat.

"Wow, this place sure has changed, felt like just yesterday we were here on one of our dates." you say looking around admiring the new interior of the place as you reminisced about the past.

"Yeah, it feels good to be back here with you, it didn't feel the same coming alone." he admits shyly as a waiter suddenly places your drinks and food down.

"Why am I not suprised, you still remember my go-to order." you say trying to hide your smile as Jay chuckles.

"I wanted to make a good impression. Although I was worries maybe it might have changed, glad it didn't." he says feeling relieved watching you enjoy your food.

"So how was it studying overseas, anything memorable?" he asks trying to make conversation.

You were glad Jay was able to make you feel comfortable, it felt like talking to an old friend and catching up.

You both then exchanged stories of what has been going on for these past two years you'd been away from each other and yet, you hadn't picked up any romance in his story.

"So you didn't meet anyone while I was gone..?" you ask clearing your throat.

"I wasn't really interested in anyone. Plus I'm still I love with y-" he stops himself realising what he just said as your eyes widen.

"I-I'm so sorry, uh, I don't want to put you in a difficult position. I completely get it if you've moved on-" he rambles and you stop him trying to calm him down by laying your hand on his across the table.

"It's okay Jay, I feel the same way." you admit as his ears turn red and he had the biggest smile on his face.

It felt so relieving being able to finally get that out to him and even better to know he felt the same way.

You both then spent the entire day catching up more and visiting old places you'd go to making new memories there.

"Thank you for today, I had a great time." you tell Jay as you stop in front of your door both your hands in his as you gently sway them.

"Wait uhm, I actually have something for you." he says gently rubbing your hands with the pad of his thumb letting go briefly handing you the small letter from the inside pocket of his jacket.

"Oh, thank you." you accept the letting wondering what it was.

"But open it only once you're inside and I've left." he says smiling shyly.

"Okay Jay, goodnight." you tell him nodding in understanding.

Letting go of his hands, not really wanting to though, you decide to make the first move planting a short peck on his cheek leaving Jay in awe as you went inside.

You look at the letter once more opening it and reading it's content feeling yourself about to burst into tears.

At the end of the letter it read:

'Day 01: I love your presence, no matter how much time passes, I still feel myself loving you more and more and now we can finally start over together.'

He still remembered the letters, you thought to yourself with the biggest smile.

Maybe things would work out just fine.

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shenrickyz · 8 months ago

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ARE YOU READY SPACE CADET 𖤐 ᵎ

setting 1 2 3 🪐 ─── WELCOME SPACE CADET to your new intergalactic journey! now i know it might all seem intimidating at first glance but i swear you'll get the hang of it! are you ready to save the neighboring galaxies from impending doom? .. okay.. maybe i overdid it, i'll take it easy on you, newbie things and all. you will be joining the intergalactic space team STARLIGHT CRUSH! cute name right? now don't worry about the members or if they look like they wanna kill you or if they try to punch each other in the face, it's their way of showing off their affection! woo.. okay, enough of my talking, you are now . . . CADET #094

time to blast off 🚀 ! ─── STARLIGHT CRUSH! ( スターライトクラッシュ) is a currently inactive japanese girl group debuted in 2002 by KANNEZAWA NANAMI as apart of record label gekkō collective! consisted of four very dedicated space cadets, the group rose to prominence in the early to mid 2000s for their unique concept. fighting off alien invasions and saving neighboring galaxies with their catchy tunes. the quartet, consisting of: HIMENO EIMI, NOSAKA YUINA, ASAO RYŌKA, and MAEDA HIMIKO dominated their time as a group. they carried presences that completely destroyed everyone around them, they all might seem intimidating at first glance, but they can all be harmless, just don't steal their accessories or they'll make sure it turns physical.

the group made their formal debut on march 22 2002 with the mini album ‘THE FIRST LAUNCH!’ and the single ‘LOVE REVOLUTION!’, making quite the name for themselves the moment they stepped into that studio. the girls knew what they had to do, and they did it effortlessly. having no sign of a graduation system or even signs of a contract ending in the next decade, they continued their years long journey of success, saving the neighboring galaxies with their irresistible dance tunes, wielding the stars in their palms. over the course of almost two decades, the group held their spot on the oricon charts, just up until their announced hiatus in 2021, just a year before their 20th anniversary.

now let's meet your fellow space cadets! you're going to be stuck with them in the endless void of space either way!!! am i making this better? i definitely do think i am, this is how i introduce all the newbies! so anyway CADET 094! do you think you're ready to take the challenge? will you chicken out? i can only wish you the best of luck!

WELCOME CADET 078 !

IF you know EIMI in real life, you probably either hate her or can't even comprehend that someone with such a thought process can exist. it's a well known fact that she isn't exactly the easiest to get along with, there's no single strand of hair on her head unturned, no part of her face wrinkled, not one piece of cloth left unironed, but of course, not everyone is perfect.

It was a breezy evening in November 1981 when Himeno Eimi was born to your regular working class family in Morioka, Iwate Prefecture. Life wasn't exactly terrible, it wasn't bad. Dad and mom kept smiles up enough that everything seemed fine, her younger siblings were annoying and insanely nitpicky, but she didn't exactly mind. She focused on school, trying to find her calling, trying to be something more. It wasn't fame that immediately appealed to her, it was more of.. being something. Her mother was unhappy with her life, she'd always wanted to be something more, so maybe she could be that something for her.

The idol life was never meant to be it, but as said by one of her teachers, she seemed to ‘have a face for fame’. Eimi really had no idea what she was doing when she took the long train ride from her hometown to Tokyo in May 1998, but she was given an opportunity, one she couldn't waste. Did you think this was the idol audition? So soon? Oh no! She auditioned for this cute little show named LOVE+ that totally stayed a cute little show (it actually became a national sensation), and in the blink of an eye, she was a national superstar. Apparently, she indeed did ‘have the face for fame’ as she suddenly was plastered everywhere, billboards, magazine covers, lotion bottles, you really couldn't escape her face.

Eimi played the ‘innocent actress’ role terrifically, guess she did get the job done. She charmed everyone, her male costars, interviewers, the people of Japan, even people outside of Japan themselves. She was a cultural phenomenon, even if she felt a bit undeserving of the iconography. She didn't know how to talk to anyone after the persona shut off, when she went back home after a long days worth of plastic smiles, she had no idea what to do. She still felt as if something was missing, even with the added fame.

The fame would come in the form of idolatry. You see, after she starred in the musical A Summers Rain in 2000, people learned she could sing, but only the right people decided to take advantage of a certain fact. She would be reached out to by Gekkō collective! and asked to audition for their upcoming group. She decided that it would be better to change up the scenery a bit, so she turned down upcoming acting jobs to audition for this 'weird group'. Well, you know how the story goes, she passed with flying colors! She was then placed in a dormitory with three other strangers until her eventual debut in 2002.

Now if you were to ask Eimi, she doesn't prefer either idoling over acting and vice versa, but if you know Eimi, she's also a huge liar. It was clear that, between singing and dancing on stage, in comparison to acting in cheesy romantic comedies, there was one she was particularly passionate for. It isn't to say her time in the group was perfect, because.. well, what would we be talking about if it was? We're here to talk about these girls weird lives!

Having been chosen as leader, Eimi was pretty condescending towards her members for her time in the group. She was probably over confident, she fought with everyone over stupid things such as curling irons, misplaced clothes, and stolen accessories. She was hard to get to on an emotional level if it didn't include her being drunk, she wasn't exactly the biggest partier of the group, but it didn't mean she wasn't getting up to things with other people, even if she's only ever harbored feelings for one certain person.

Eimi never really liked her fellow male idols, she was once called out by an interviewer for her ‘strange friendships with her fellow female idols’ and it really made her overthink everything about herself. Under the idol spotlight, the only way she got to explore her sexuality was barely under the watchful eye of crazy people. She could play the part on screen, but in real life? Oh she really had no idea if she liked men at all. She only survived through her whole sexuality crisis was.. and you better believe me, having a borderline relationship full of hate sex with her groupmate. She swears she doesn't like Yuina like that, no, she never liked her that. They fought about literally everything, they only liked each other for sex, there was never anything more there.

..but you should probably take those words with a grain of salt, because she still believes her feelings are unrequited. She never talks about it, and don't ask her about it, she has fists, she'll throw a fucking punch. All that aside, Eimi is a boss, so maybe don't cross her, and remember, don't stare for too long! The beauty will cause for your brain to melt!

｡。the profile !

BIRTH NAME HIMENO EIMI ( 姫野えいみ )

DATE OF BIRTH NOVEMBER 29, 1981

PLACE OF BIRTH MORIOKA, IWATE, JAPAN

NATIONALITY JAPANESE

ETHNICITY JAPANESE

HEIGHT 165 CM ( 5'5 )

BLOOD TYPE B

PORTRAYED BY NAKAMA YUKIE

WELCOME CADET 029 !

YOU can easily describe YUINA as a partier, but she is also so much more than that. she's a listener, she remembers everyone, she's always there as a readily available shoulder, she'll be a voice for you if you can't find your own. though on most cases she's hard to get through, in times of vulnerability, she's always there.

With snow decorating the ground a pure, clean white, Nosaka Yuina was born in February 1982 in a broken home nestled in Utsunomiya. Luck was never really on her side it seemed, and it seems that luck never shows up when it's meant to. Dad and mom never liked each other enough to get married, they only liked each other because they both had something they wanted from the other, it was never meant to be children, but then they forgot to wear protection once.. hence, Yuina. Unfortunately this dynamic would come to foreshadow most of her future relationships, but we really aren't there yet.

Dad left and never looked back, so ultimately, her mom was all she had left, but it wasn't exactly the best thing in the world. Her mother was suffering with a terrible alcohol addiction, an addiction that shaped most of Yuina's childhood. Her mother wasn't around, not in a present sense anyway, she got used to the mundane days where she would be passed out on the couch, she got used to staying at school until five in the afternoon because her mother forgot she even had her. She got used to do doing things herself, she got used to making excuses for her mother when she knew all too well what was happening with her.

The desire to be an idol came from the desire to be seen. She had gotten into music after her music teacher had let her borrow a guitar, performing was the only thing she could think of which would make it all better. She found comfort in her many anime posters and Akina Nakamori songs, music was her coping mechanism when her mother stayed passed out on the couch late into the night. Yuina let the music comfort her until she would find herself old enough to cop a shot in the music industry.

Yuina would be the first member of the group to audition at Gekkō collective! in 1998. She hopped on the train with her mom knowing absolutely nothing of it, not that her mind was even in the right, she probably lost her memory at that point. She auditioned with one of her favorite songs ever “Haru No Arashi” by Taeko Onuki, and passed with flying colors. Out of her mother's house and all the way in Tokyo, her life got a little better. She spent her days in school, then her evenings endlessly in the studio. She mostly got along with her two other members, but then there was Eimi, they could just never find common ground.

The debut in 2002 brought the desire to be known, she easily outweighed her members in terms of popularity, and the whole time, her mother remained oblivious. There were times when, even with the added fame, she couldn't help but want her attention in comparison to everyone else's. Getting ignored by her own mother, the one person who shouldn't have been ignoring her at all, really put a stain on everything in her life that should've been perfect. Her mother still had a larger attachment to the alcohol than she did to her.

So Yuina began slowly picking up her habits. Spending nights endlessly drinking at parties with people who loved her. People loved her. It made up for her mother's lack of love or attention (it really didn't, she just pretended it did). She was the life of the party, everybody loved her. She could get through to anyone if there was enough drinking involved, the bonds she made while drunk seemed much more real than the ones she was forced to make when sober.

The consistent drinking didn't stay the norm for long, but the sex did.. well, with only one person anyway. Yuina could never describe what it was that caused for her and Eimi's relationship to become what it was, maybe she still feels something for her, but it'll all probably come to nothing anyway. They would either fight till one of them lost their voice, or one of them would shout so loud the other would cry. When they had their soft moments, they had their soft moments, but those were incredibly rare. They don't talk about what they are, Yuina definitely strays away when conversation comes up.

Yuina is one of the more understanding members. She can seem scary to approach, but she will genuinely try when it comes to anyone. The members (though Eimi is still a strange case) can always go to her for something, and even with their extended inactivity, she's around if they need her. She has questionable feelings about the idol industry, but for now, she's content in her place.

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BIRTH NAME NOSAKA YUINA ( 野坂ゆいな )

DATE OF BIRTH FEBRUARY 19, 1982

PLACE OF BIRTH UTSUNOMIYA, TOCHIGI, JAPAN

NATIONALITY JAPANESE

ETHNICITY JAPANESE

HEIGHT 169 CM ( 5'6 )

BLOOD TYPE AB

PORTRAYED BY AMURO NAMIE

WELCOME CADET 041 !

IT'S pretty clear that the only reason the group has lasted so long is because RYŌKA kept their reputation from bursting into flames. she holds the moral high ground in comparison to the rest of the members, she could even be considered the actual leader of the group. she's clearly the easiest one to talk to, a rule follower through and through.

Born to clearly leave a mark on the world, Asao Ryōka was born in July 1983 in the busy Shibuya City. She was the heart of her family, at the center of it all, she was their golden child. From a young age she had a passion for dance, eager to pursue the types of dancing her older brothers found themselves interested in. She begged for her parents to let her get the same lessons, but she wasn't allowed to do hip hop like them.. it put her in a terrible place growing up, she thought she didn't have the potential to excel like they did.

But she could do something else with her time.. ballet! Yeah, not exactly the most exciting thing in the world. Ryōka wasn't as into ballet as her parents wanted her to be, but pressure has it's way of getting to people. She joined this crazy ballet academy that totally fucked her up for the rest of her life, though she found ballet enjoyable in certain aspects, she struggled.. a lot. She had terrible teachers, classmates, and developed an eating disorder barely four years into the dance.

Ryōka stayed in ballet for a good five years, but then she was pulled out of it by her older brothers when they noticed her deteriorating mental health. She thanks them for that every single day, she probably would've taken her own life if they didn't go against their parents wishes and take her out of ballet. Though she was out of ballet, she didn't stop with her love of dance. She still wouldn't be able to enroll into the dance lessons her brother was doing, but she could get into music. She mastered the piano, then when she was done with that she mastered the violin, then the guitar, then before she knew it, there were a ton of instruments up her sleeve.

She never thought being an idol was possible with the way her parents monitored her life, they didn't even let her practice dance styles they didn't seem "feminine", how was she going to convince them to let her sing and dance on a stage? They wouldn't even think she was worth such a thing, they never directly said it, but it's obvious they never expected for her to be the most successful of all three of their kids.

Despite having said to possess no potential, Ryōka wouldn't exactly give up so easily. She began taking vocal classes without her parents' knowledge, then she began taking dance classes without their knowledge, it's not like she was preparing for her future idol life, she simply just found herself interested in the whole thing. There was no way she was going to become an idol without her parents knowing, so she just let the dream fester at the back of her mind. She pretended she didn't dream of the big stages as her parents continued their utterances about her getting into medical school.

But of course, you know how the story goes. In 1999, without her parents knowing, Ryōka decided to enter a singing competition held by this company called Gekkō collective!, which was being held in Shinjuku City. With her parents assuming she was at one of her many extracurriculars, she placed second in the competition, right behind one of her future members. She was then offered the opportunity to join Gekkō collective!, and by proxy, the opportunity to debut in their upcoming group.

And again, she kept it all under wraps. Her parents knew absolutely nothing of her 'new' extracurricular activity. Considering she lived in Tokyo, it was easy to go to the label every day without suspicion. Life was barely steady, as having to keep up appearances with her parents, then also manage school, then also continuously training to become an idol, the stress almost completely got to her, but she managed. She managed for the next three years until her debut, still somehow able to keep it from his parents.

Her parents only found out in 2002.. the year of her debut, and they weren't exactly happy. They completely ridiculed her after her debut stage, embarrassing her in front of her fellow members and leaving her in tears. She would slowly cease communication with her parents over the years, but she pretended it all didn't matter, she simply put on smiles and went on.

Her debut with STARLIGHT CRUSH! brought her responsibility she didn't exactly expect, keeping all of the members out of trouble. You could call her the actual leader of the group, she was the one making sure the other three kept their hair out of the news. Eimi and Yuina would spend nights partying or were caught out at shitty motels, and Himiko was found smoking so many times there more concern for her lungs than there was outrage. Ryōka quite literally became the only member without scandal, she was their saving grace, the groups moral high ground, their real leader. She accepted the awards, remembered every one of their slogans, and gave all the important speeches.

But even with that, Ryōka still had her fair share of issues. She was just too nice, it was another dating rumor every week because she was simply magnetic. She could be friends with anyone, which got her a lot of flack because of her barrage of male idol friends. She pretended she didn't mind, but it all really got to her head. She worked hard as an idol, she got many endorsements because, in her managers words, her face was ‘to die for’. There wasn't a day before 2021 that she didn't work 24/7, it was simply idoling all day for Ryōka, she would have to be forced into breaks by her fellow members or her managers because she just couldn't stop herself, she felt she needed to prove she deserved the fame to everyone, if not her own parents.

She then sunk back into an unhealthy eating habits, her body image slowly becoming more and more distorted as time went on. Ryōka pretty much became a shadow of her former self as time went on, she didn't exactly like how she looked, and it all circled back into her feeling insecure over her weight. People always commented on her body, and it got to the point that she began skipping meals much more frequently, feigning ignorance to her members.

Again, she never gave herself a proper break until she was forced to. Up until the groups ‘long hiatus’, she was the most consistent member in terms of activity. She finally stopped her lifelong working obsession and sat back to do absolutely nothing. Ever since the group initially went inactive in 2021, Ryōka has been seen less and less by people of the public. She went from being the most active member, to being the member who people can barely even find. She's since gotten therapy, and she's considering leaving the idol industry altogether, but for now, it's all up in the air.

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BIRTH NAME ASAO RYŌKA ( 浅尾リョカ )

DATE OF BIRTH JULY 17, 1983

PLACE OF BIRTH SHIBUYA CITY, TOKYO, JAPAN

NATIONALITY JAPANESE

ETHNICITY JAPANESE

HEIGHT 171 CM ( 5'7 )

BLOOD TYPE A

PORTRAYED BY IIDA KAORI

WELCOME CADET 015 !

THE lengths at which one has to go to get through to HIMIKO are a challenge, and it's even an enigma as to how she managed in the group when she could've easily gone solo as she desired. there's a lot she could say, but she keeps it in the recesses of her mind as to not cause conflict, the last time that happened.. well the group almost fell apart.

With fate practically carving a path out for her, Maeda Himiko was born in August 1983 in a small town named Inuyama. From the beginning it was difficult, there was no sight of a father figure, and though her mother tried her best, she could never just take care of her on her own income. She again moved in with her parents and had them raise her as she spent her days working several odd jobs to provide for her daughter. The first thing Himiko ever noted about her mother was that she was.. struggling, whether physical or mental, there was always something there making sure she didn't succeed.

Growing up alongside her grandparents in her mother’s childhood home, Himiko learned of her first real passion, music. Before she met that pathetic excuse of a man, before adulthood settled and responsibilities gripped her by the throat, she wanted to be a musician. Singing, singing brought her joy, singing brought her a sense of solace nothing else really could, and naturally, like mother like daughter. Himiko took up her passion as if it was passed down to her, busying herself rereading the song lyrics her mother had scribbled into her old middle school journals, then rewriting them and bringing them to life with her guitar.

She learned how to teach herself her own endeavors, beginning with covers of citypop songs, which then became her own voice over original instrumentals. She became infatuated with her mother's former passion, pretty much obsessed with the idea of becoming a singer, to be the one who would be able to live out her dream. She felt guilty in a way.. it was her fault her mother couldn't become a singer, so she felt she had to become one for her.

The efforts would be strained for a while, mostly because her mother was afraid of what she would face if she tried to enter the music industry. Himiko didn't want to be held back, though, she would persevere with her dream of becoming a musician and she would make her mother proud (she had already done that with her perseverance, she just had no idea). She had no idea how she was going to do it, she just knew she was going to do it. Maybe if music didn't work out, she would simply give it and get on with something else, but until she knew, she wouldn't give up.

The time would eventually come, when, in 1999, Himiko entered a singing competition being held by Gekkō collective!. In a feat that wasn't completely planned, she placed first, even if her sixteen year old jitteriness made her seem a bit off in comparison to the rest of her much more exuberant competitors. After winning a cash prize, she was offered an exclusive opportunity, one that would make all of her dreams come true. She could become a solo artist in the following year, she could make her mother proud.

..but for some reason, Himiko felt as if something else was up. She used the excuse of wanting to finish her studies as use to wait for a few more years, being an idol whilst also trying to manage high school would be hell, so she decided to wait until she finished to attempt her break in the music industry. Again, she wasn't exactly sure if she wanted to be alone in that break, even if it meant being stuck with three other strangers.

So when her debut finally rolled around in 2002, it also rolled around with some terrible news. Only two months prior her mother had been diagnosed with ovarian cancer, which put her in a tough spot for beginning promotions, it also put her in a tough spot with her members. She was the least introverted of everyone, she preferred her alone time, Ryōka and Yuina tried to reach out, even Eimi tried to reach out on occasions! But she kept most of everything to herself. She spent her time with her headphones on, volume blasting, jotting down lyrics in her journal.

Her mother had passed away the following year, and it sent Himiko down a spiral she doesn't know if she'll ever truly recover from. The fast paced idol life paired with the complications of grief were a terrible mix, so smoking came into everything. Originally, it became a habit she developed during exam season, away from the prying eyes of her mother or her professors, but it became much more regular as late night partying became much more regular. She never liked alcohol, but she loved cigarettes. The over exaggerated caricature people made of her wasn't as fake as she pretended it was. She had no idea how to cope, so she destroyed her body, she slowly let her life slip away as she couldn't even go a day without smoking a pack.

She never got the whole 'love' thing, there was this girl once, she was apart of another group at the time, but she never worked up the courage to tell her anything, their friendship fell apart after their first kiss. She kept herself busy pouring her creativity into lyrics and production, her lungs suffering, but her façade particularly strong. She was one of the more popular members because of her ‘honesty’, but even then it was merely a front. She was there to tell jokes when the time was right, then retreat back into herself when the cameras shut off.

For at least three years, none of the members knew much about Himiko, it wasn't until she began participating more in outings that they realized she was so much more than the rude character she posed as. Though her honesty was usually needed, it was also a pretty deadly weapon, seeing as how some of her words worked up Eimi and Yuina so much that the two went without talking to each other for a whole month, their lack of cooperation putting promotions behind for a good few weeks. It only made her sink back into herself more, as she felt that she was to blame for everything going wrong.

She began getting close to Ryōka after a specific while, but it was more the other doing the talking whilst Himiko laughed at her off sounding jokes. It was easy to get through to Yuina too, she became the older sister she didn't know she needed in life. Her problems with smoking continued, but she was mostly able to keep it under wraps as she.. tried to form some kind of friendship with Eimi. Again, she was pretty difficult to find common ground with, but they had their moments, occasionally, it'd seem like they had been friends for years, but the eldest has always been a wild card. She knew to never push her buttons, remembering the whole fiasco that happened last time.

The life as a musician she envisioned turned out to be less of a dream than it was a nightmare. Sometimes, she cusses at herself for even making this decision, but then she would think back to her mother, and she'd simply continue, all of it to fulfill a dream she died much too early to fully witness. Himiko was never loud, but actions speak louder than words, she practically crafted the groups music from her own imagination, she's basically their musical genius. Maybe she wasn't exactly all about the idol life, but she cared deeply about her group and her members, even if she didn't really show it.

BIRTH NAME MAEDA HIMIKO ( 前田卑弥子 )

DATE OF BIRTH AUGUST 22, 1983

PLACE OF BIRTH INUYAMA, AICHI, JAPAN

NATIONALITY JAPANESE

ETHNICITY JAPANESE

HEIGHT 174 CM ( 5'8 )

BLOOD TYPE O

PORTRAYED BY NAKASHIMA MIKA

THE success of STARLIGHT CRUSH! was the kind of success unseen in.. well, forever really. strange japanese pop groups aside, the group also had a knack for producing music videos that were pretty much feature length films in their own right. the concept of ‘saving the world from alien threats with catchy dance pop songs’ was one that wasn't exactly unique, but it didn't mean it wasn't a serve for interest. zooming past the galaxies in a spaceship aptly named ‘THE LUMINARY 76’, the imagery of their concept, paired with the members complete magnetism made for a great group that made a hefty amount of profit for their home label.

it was a pretty lucky case, ‘LOVE REVOLUTION!’ was an immediate hit the day of it's release in march of 2002. the storyline of the music video (which was watched on tv channels at the time), paired with the members irresistible acting, it was a smash success. the group stole the oricon singles chart, keeping the number one spot for seven consecutive weeks, they were practically taking over the world. to this day, their debut album, ‘THE FIRST LAUNCH!’, holds the spot for the fourth best selling album ever on the oricon album charts, selling 4,603,009 sales in total. even from the beginning they knew exactly what their goal was, to save the coming universes and snatch up all the awards there were to snatch up.

the quartet dominated their decades long journey across the many galaxies, and they captured the hearts of the public. they pretty much had everything. figurines, tshirts, blankets, sweaters, yeah.. they had a fashion line. hey! don't laugh! those exclusive blankets are rare! they sell for practically $7000 today! if you can even find it with how many people decide to gatekeep.. along with all of that, the group also had their manga series, which eventually became an anime series after a couple of years of backed up progress.

first it was the manga series ‘ACROSS THE UNIVERSE WITH SC!’ released in 2005 that spanned ten volumes. the series was put together by three fans who had heard of RYŌKA's love for old manga series, she once said herself that she hoped for the group to get their own one day, as she believed their concept was a good idea for one. the story sold exponentially, with characters that "briefly" imitated that of the members, it was a huge success, but you could honestly throw their name on anything and it would became a huge success, so this wasn't exactly a surprise.

then, the anime came around a few years later. though it was originally supposed to be released in 2008, there were a few production issues in the beginning. directly taken from the manga series, the members participated in voice acting the characters for the two seasons the show ran. it was, pretty unsurprisingly, a smash hit, taking from the stories in their music videos, you would shoot across the galaxy along with the intergalactic space team STARLIGHT CRUSH!, and maybe the anime got much too realistic at times (portraying EIMI and YUINA's real life arguments to a t). though only lasting for two seasons, it became one of the most watched anime's of the year, clearly, everything the group touched turned into gold.

STARLIGHT CRUSH! had a good nineteen year run, eventually going into inactivity right before they were able to celebrate their twentieth debut anniversary. the members haven't all disappeared, but being an idol for almost two decades straight with minimal breaks will do wonders to a person. currently, the group is inactive, not disbanded, simply inactive for the time being. EIMI has again been active in the acting industry, where she originally made her name, both YUINA and HIMIKO have participated in the production of their own solo music, making sure to keep up updates semi regularly. RYŌKA is the member whose been the most silent since their immediate inactivity, barely updating her social media and barely even seen anymore. she keeps in contact with her members, though, who all continue to stress that she's doing fine, she just needed a long break.

their group bond can definitely be described as.. strange. though there's only four of them, there is a lot we could say about all of their relationship dynamics. they all love each other some (YUINA & RYŌKA) more obvious than others (EIMI & HIMIKO). it'd be a lie to say that they all hate each other, but it would also be a lie to say that they always get along. though they know when to keep it civil, sometimes they can't help themselves. STARLIGHT CRUSH! have often been described as ‘a strange phenomenon’, but one thing we can all agree with, is that they won't ever lose.

#˖﹙ 🚀 ﹚it's a love rev ! ─── sc : profile #fictional idol group #idolverse #female idols #jpop girl group #jpop idol #japanese idol oc #fake jpop oc #female oc #original characters #jpop original characters

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green-crow · 4 months ago

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Been thinking some more about the Httyd princess swan au: as a mythology fan I'm very tempted to make it so the curse came from some Viking god as a punishment, maybe Curse was a dragon hunter like Viggo but did something so ruthless and evil not even the gods could forgive, and so they bestowed a special kind of curse on them. But, that's weirdly similar to that one Disney movie of the guy who gets turned into a bear (it's hermano oso in Spanish so I guess brother bear?), and I'm already getting some inspo from a classic so it feels like a bit too much to also grab that idea and shove it in. Besides, knowing myself I'd get so deep into the mythology-related lore and how it plays into the Httyd universe that I'd forget about the main story. So not that.

The second idea was to simply attribute it to magic. I'm not a big fan of introducing fantasy elements into worlds that didn't have them just to have a piece of the plot make sense, but it's kinda hard to explain an actual curse that lets someone shapeshift as anything other than ✨ magic ✨, so I think I'll go with this one. Besides, in a world where not only dragons but also the hidden world are canon, maybe a bit of magic isn't so far fetched... Right?

For this idea, Curse would be an old girl/young woman, a hunter from some far away tribe. She isn't the best nor the worst, though she feels more comfortable helping warriors in other ways such as healing or fixing broken equipment. But when push comes to shove, she would do what is needed for her people. After a specially harsh winter, her village suffers from an epidemic, an illness that comes out of nowhere and results in many losses, including Curse's father and only living relative. This illness, albeit rare, is not unheard of as the local healer has some records of it, but had no recollection of what the cure might be. Not wanting to give up on hope just yet, the healer shares a story of a miraculous healer said to treat any and every illness known to mankind. The tribe soon finds out no one really knows where this healer is, but they are able to narrow down the search to a specific archipelago where the rumours first started. Determined, they send a search party to look for this miraculous healer.

With one less hunter in the village and pain in her heart, Curse sets off in a mission with a few others to explore distant lands with just an old and vague map as their guide. The journey isn't easy, and the seas aren't kind. Eventually they reach the archipelago, but by then they are even fewer in the already small search party, and their resources are just as scarce. Regardless, they push on.

They search on every island, soon finding out they are all either dessert or with just dragons as their sole population, which results in even more losses. Already at the brink of despair, the few remaining Vikings decide to search the last island yet: a big mass of land with tall mountains, so up their peaks are forever covered in snow. Curse is the only one with enough strength left to tackle this challenge, and so she begins the journey.

After an arduous climb, filled with dodging dragons, trying but failing to hide from the cold and snow, and lots of walking and climbing, she reaches a lit up cave where a beautiful woman lives. Seeing the potions and scrolls surrounding her, Curse realizes this is the healer, and immediately begs for help. The healer explains that she does know of the cure to that illness that has afflicted their lands, and in fact, she has a vial with the potion that could heal the entire village... For a price.

Curse's hopes shatter. The amount of gold and riches the healer asks for is far too much for her village to gather, even less now after the losses. She begs and cries and pleads, but the healer merely laughs in her face, telling her to get out if they lack payment. Curse, unable to face her people and share the news that all their efforts have been in vain, tempted by how close they are to the actual remedy, tries one last thing. Once the healer is asleep, she sneaks into the healer's cave and tries to steal the potion.

Key word: try.

The healer almost immediately finds out about the theft as Curse is chased by a pack of dragons, and this leads to the woman chasing after her as well. After somehow making it all the way down the mountain away in one piece, Curse makes a choice: she throws the potion to the vikings and they flee to safety with the cure, leaving Curse along. Now alone, she is ready to face the wrath of the healer. She doesn't regret their choices, not even when they know the healer will most likely kill her on the spot. But, the woman doesn't. At least not immediately.

Next to the lake where Curse stopped running, the healer circles an exhausted and almost frozen to death viking. "You took something from me, something very, very valuable. You have no means of paying it back, not with gold, not with labour. You have nothing you could offer me to be of help and ever repay your debt. Then again, dead you wouldn't be of any help to me either." *With a sly smile, she shoves a vial in Curse's mouth and forces her to drink the contents. "Let's fix that."

Before Curse knows it, an agonizing pain is spreading through her body, and the next time she opens her eyes things are... Different. She is a beast. She is a dragon.

From that day on, the healer sometimes takes blood, saliva, whatever she might need from Curse in her dragon form. Curse soon learns that she does this to remain young, something about the species of dragon she is now being a key ingredient in a potion to slow down aging. And the healer knows that Curse will never leave the island, no matter what they do, because that lake where she turned beast is the only place Curse can turn back into a human, only when the moon shines on its water. What's worse, if the healer dies the curse will never be lifted, so Curse cannot attack the healer or take revenge either. Stuck on the island by invisible chains, Curse remains there for what she figures will be the rest of her life...

...Until a certain group of dragon hunters show up one day, bearing the symbol of a red fist risen in flames.

So that's the idea of Curse's backstory! Haven't landed yet on her actual personality, or gender since I might change it, but I think I'm happy with the plot. And since I'm going for snowy mountains and stuff I'll probably go for the woolly howl as Curse's dragon form. But, nothing is set on stone yet. And again, I will change her name to an actual one rather than just the word "curse". My brain is trying I promise

I do want to figure out a good way to break the curse tho, maybe not something too sappy like "a kiss of true love", but something more meaningful and raw, like the blood of a loved one. It could lead to Curse thinking about killing someone in her old village to get cured, but of course at a price she wasn't willing to pay, and then later on when Viggo and her start getting closer, have Curse think about whether she should hurt Viggo to get freed or let it be. Oh, or maybe have her not know the cure at all, and instead be Viggo who discovers it first, so he has to be the one to decide if he's willing to give his life for her. Not quite sure yet, but hopefully next month I'll have some time to think about it properly!

#httyd princess swan au #rambles i needed to write down and share but might not lead anywhere #writing #fic ideas #how to train your dragon #httyd rtte #httyd #viggo grimborn #httyd oc

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oddmawd · 6 months ago

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What is the dropped Monet story about?

i'm so happy there are curious minds out there omg (இ﹏இ`｡)

THE DROPPED MONET PLOT:

My first draft of the story outline included this additional subplot.

After meeting the princess, Doflamingo sends Monet undercover to infiltrate the castle and become one of the princess's maids. He uses Monet as a spy to keep an eye on her and report back on her activities. Monet confirms for Doflamingo that the princess was indeed the kingdom's secret strategist. She also confirms the princess is carrying a romantic torch for Doffy.

To spur the princess's affections, Monet secretly brings the princess more books, tells her stories of things she's missing on the outside, and slips nuggets of pro-pirate propaganda to the princess whenever possible. She also disrupts any would-be arranged marriages and informs Doffy of anything that might endanger his plans for the princess during their time apart. (I have a note that she might poison one of the princess's would-be suitors.)

In the canonical story, we learn Doflamingo was spying on the princess while they were apart. Monet was intended to be his main source of information. Upon getting married to Doflamingo, the princess was going to be allowed to take one maid with her, and of course she'd pick Monet...who would soon reveal she was one of Doflamingo's spies all along. WHAT A TWIST!

So why did I cut this from the story?

Main reason? Exploring this plotline just took up way too much time/energy/words. Do you recall the scenes at the start of chapters 3-5 that detail the months Doffy and the princess were apart? Those would have had to become fully standalone chapters between each of the princess's meetings with Doflamingo in order to make room for Monet. We'd have to introduce her, set up her relationship with the princess, show the books Monet slipped her, watch the princess's curiosity grow in response...

And while this would have been cool (cool enough for me to want to write these scenes as bonus material, even), the reveal of Monet working for Doffy all along wasn't going to have a big enough emotional payoff to be worth the investment of so many words, almost entirely because THE STORY IS A FANFIC! The audience, who have seen One Piece and know who Monet is, would have immediately clocked that she was a spy for Doflamingo, making the "big reveal" fall flat.

(Incidentally, this is also why I structured the main story to have the marriage take place in chapter 1, because the big reveal of "Joker" being the Pirate Warlord Doflamingo all along would have also fallen completely flat had I told the story linearly. Fanfic and original work have different challenges, that's for sure.)

The "big reveal" of Monet's allegiance would have come around chapter 6 or so (or maybe chapter 9 considering the extra chapters I would've added) but since it would have lacked punch, why waste time on it? Plus, afterward, we would have had to have more scenes where the princess processes her emotions about Monet's betrayal/lies, and that would take up even MORE time and pull focus from the princess's true emotional journey: her feelings for Doffy. In the end, all that juice just didn't feel worth the squeeze.

But here's some pro-Monet propaganda for you: A few people have told me this story felt like an original work. If it had indeed been one instead of a fanfic, I would have included the Monet plot for the additional reason of worldbuilding. She would have been able to clue the princess into things about the world outside the palace, making Monet's character a useful storytelling device. But again, this is a fanfic, so having someone fill that role matters a lot less.

SO YEAH ANYWAY THIS IS THE DROPPED MONET PLOT, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED READING ABOUT IT! maybe i'll write the scenes out one day...maybe there can be a massive "director's cut" of the story with all the additional scenes woven in LMAO SO MUCH WORK FOR ME BUT YOU NEVER KNOW!

#one piece #one piece fanfic #one piece fanfiction #donquixote doflamingo #doflamingo #mawd's masterlist #fanfiction #fanfic #the art of queen sacrifice #doflamingo x oc #doflamingo x reader #doflamingo x y/n #donquixote doflamingo x oc #donquixote doflamingo x reader

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marc--chilton · 9 months ago

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(mgv) au where adam and lawrence lose touch after adam is saved from the bathroom without his help, both assuming in the aftermath that the other never wants to see him again -- lawrence doesn't even know adam made it out for the longest time. after that he thinks of him daily, particularly lingering on the memory of adam spilling why he took the job to stalk lawrence.

i'm good at it and i need the money. i, uh. i'm.... pregnant. i can barely scrape by just feeding myself and paying rent, so....

he remembered, vaguely, having placed one bloody hand on adam's cheek and one on his still-flat stomach, promising in a rattling breath, "i'll get help. you'll get out of here-- both of you."

it's adam who reaches out five years later. a message left at lawrence's desk phone at work he lets play while he hangs his coat up. the shaky timbre jolts him to his core.

he doesn't make sense at first, calling him 'andy' and mentioning a 'gig', but it becomes clear the call was made in secret by the way his tone shifts to something trembling, desperate, and terrified. lawrence manages to piece together only a few things from the hasty message; adam is living with someone (a friend? a mate?) who he's certain will kill him one of these days, and he's pregnant again (the likely catalyst for the call in the first place)

as he scrawls the address to a cafe to meet at that adam manages to list off through his sniffling, lawrence wonders with no measure of dread if adam managed to terminate the first pregnancy like he had planned. whatever is going on that's enough to bring a spitfire to tears is cruel to inflict on a pup.

the next time lawrence sees adam again, he's just as scrawny and pale as he was in the bathroom. only now he also holds faded yellow along his jaw and dark circles that have bruised just as brightly. his gaze is downcast when he explains in hushed tones how he had to move back in with scott ("the boy who stabbed you with a nail on your birthday?" "oh-- uh, yeah, i didn't think you'd remember that.") because the money he had saved for the abortion was stolen by his shithead landlord as rent money, and with medical debt, trauma, and no job on his back, he ended up kicked out anyway with the "bonus" of being too far along to terminate.

scott wasn't his first choice, but he was the first one to say yes and adam wasn't in the position to be picky. maybe they could figure out co-parenting -- the pup was his, after all. but adam knew scott better than that; scott didn't let him in out of the goodness of his heart, he wanted a warm body to knot whenever he pleased. that's why adam was there now.

"i can't bring another pup into this, lawrence, i can't. i can't even go to the clinic behind his back 'cause he keeps all our money with him and--"

"is that....?" lawrence had followed adam's jittering line of sight to where it kept flicking outside to where a little girl sat in a jalopy pretending to drive with a dog plush in her arms. adam had her stay in the car as to not 'manipulate' lawrence into taking them in if his heart wasn't in it, parked strategically so she was in full view from the booth.

"y-yeah," adam says back, fighting off waves of nausea from nerves and morning sickness. "sorry, couldn't leave her home, scott gets pissed if she bothers him and i couldn't risk it."

a splinter of his broken heart catches lawrence in the throat. he hopes jigsaw catches wind of him one day soon. "could you introduce me?" he asks him, head dipped so he has to look up to adam through his lashes -- a willful assurance that if he refuses, lawrence will respect the decision. in a small (publicly acceptable) way, lawrence is submitting to him despite holding their fates in his hands.

trina, he comes to learn, already knows about him. kind of. while adam excuses himself to have a minor episode in the bathroom, she asks if he's the bathroom pirate. "my daddy's got a friend with a pirate leg he met in the scary bathroom. is that you?" lawrence immediately adores her.

they're moved into lawrence's place in two days

misc notes:

adam's bondmark detox from scott is so harsh that lawrence has to keep a close eye on him to make sure he doesn't start miscarrying out of stress, and he still holds some scarring from scott's teeth

while using his 'claim' of an omega and production of a pup as status symbols to appear as a more attractive alpha, scott doesn't let trina call him any form of 'dad'. he opts for 'alpha', which chills adam to hear her refer to him as once they're out of there because it's like. giving him power even when he's not there.

trina learns a (child-friendlier) version of how adam and lawrence met after scott uses it to mock adam's vulnerability. adam leaves out the worst details.

"bothering scott" = when she sneaks out of her room past her bedtime to creep to the living room where scott is watching mtv and sit silently on the other end of the couch. she was completely silent until scott barked at adam "come get your fuckin' kid!" when she struggled to hold back crushed, apologetic whines ("you gotta leave him alone, baby," adam stressed as he rushed her down the hall, "you remember what happened last time? we gotta stay out of his way so it won't happen again, okay?")

#mgv #sawmegaverse #saw #chainshipping #lawrence gordon #adam stanheight #shoutout to luca for the concept of this one #lawrence could be an apprentice here too that's up for interpretation #either way he's imagining how long it would take to castrate scott for squandering family #trina's so starved for affection from someone besides adam that she latches on to lawrence scary quick #but it also helps that he spoils her too <333

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herzzgeist · 1 year ago

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Captain's Log

A/N: A highly self-indulgent piece. Not sure how I came up with this, but . . damn, I needed this after going through some tough times. Let a girl dream alright? ;-; Hope I still could give you a little smile with this. This is kind of a recap to last year and how I learned to love that silly boy Not really prove read

Content: first person pov of Law 'diary style' - him being lovey dovey for fem!reader in his own way

January, 2023

Noticed a new wanted poster hanging around in the towns and cities we dock at. A woman. I have heard rumors of her, (Y/n), but she looks rather strange. The bounty is quite high though - another worst generation rival perhaps?

February, 2023

Her bounty‘s higher now. Even the poster has a new, more clear picture to it. Strange looking. I wonder what her fighting skills are like.

March, 2023

Finally this pink bastard is down for the count. Breaking up to Zou - will be a long journey ahead.

This crazy woman sabotaged an admiral‘s fleet?! Is she mad? How?? She has to be one of the worst generation! At least I heard that rumor from Nami-ya.

April, 2023

Nico-ya mentioned this (Y/n) is headed towards Zou as well. It worries me even more, that she's supposed to bear a mythical zoan devil fruit. People died because of her singing? Ridiculous.

May, 2023

This is not what I expected. Shortly after meeting my crew, this blasted woman appears right around the corner and instantly disappears again? Bepo brought her back, introducing her to me and explaining her supportive acts. She was down right nerve wrecked as she looked up at me.

I'm an idiot for thinking about how velvet like her hand was

Guess she heard of me. Wouldn't be a surprise, she went pale as snow as she saw me.

June, 2023

I hate her. She's nosy, upright, supportive and . . cute. Those terms shouldn't be in a pirate's resume, at least the cute part. Yes she has excellent control of her devil fruit, true she helped out my crew , but it doesn't mean I'll fully accept her as part of the crew.

I learned about her powers. The Sonar-Sonar fruit. It acts like a submarine or bat I believe, using echo location to discern anything in a large radius. In addition, singing melodies, each having a different use, she can either make people fall asleep or lure them towards her. Her epithet 'Siren' sure makes sense.

That's all I know - but there must be more . .

July, 2023

She's part of the crew now. If I'd refuse her, Bepo would cry 24/7, Shachi and Penguin might as well talk my ears full with bullshit and Ikkaku will most definitely sabotage the Tang's motors. So I didn't have any other choice.

Besides that, it's (Y/n)-ya's birthday - if I wouldn't have taken her in . . yes that leads me to everything above.

Additionally, I learned she turned my age yesterday. She's so . . feeble for that age. So insecure and too nice for this world (besides being bold towards the government?) Why even is she in the piracy scene? How did she come this far?

August, 2023

What the hell is wrong with me? I fell for the oldest trick in the book! She merely asked for my help, saying she had something in her eye, so of course I take a look and she goes ahead and pokes my nose??

Not sure what she said, but I think it was: "You should smile more." What? Who does she think she is? Talking to her Captain like that?

God, I will never get rid of that image and her deep e/c eyes staring back at me. Damn it she was close. Or theoretically I was

September, 2023

Damn it, her scent is everywhere! It's outragous, she steals my clothes, Kikoku and even my hat when I'm not looking! I think I took on her odors now too! It's annoying . .

Not sure why, but the fragrancy reminds me of wildrose and chocolate. Maybe because she eats way too much chocolate, which she stashes somwhere aboard the sub. (Note to self - find her candy stash and eliminate it ASAP)

I can't help but think of her whenever wildroses appear randomly wherever I go. And I see them everywhere as soon as we dock on islands? What dumbass is into wildroses that much? I sure am not! They're nothing but cosmetic to me, nothing of use in real medical sense.

October, 2023

I am most certainly NOT giving in to her charms. She's just being nice and gifted me a yellow hoodie, a polar teddy bear and . . god damn tickets to Sora Con. Is she insane? They cost a shit ton of Berry and she just . .

She accidently grazed my hand as she gave me the plushie. How can it be so soft? Not the teddy I mean. She's warm and silky. And again - this forsaken scent of wildrose.

Speaking of which. I noticed how pink her lips are, almost resembling the petals of . . wildroses.

She's weird.

November, 2023

Something's different. She's not as cheerful and overly smiley as usual. I believe there's a private matter going on.

Whatever, she'll get over it.

December, 2023

She didn't get over it. Her mood is really annoying lately, but she's behaving like a totally different person. She truly isn't well.

So I asked her about her well being. It's nothing to get over quickly, that's for sure. It worries me, seeing her this absentminded. She'll get in trouble if she doesn't concentrate on the battles ahead. Her powers can be truly useful, if not crucial if we stick to my plans (which I highly doubt)

To be fair, I'd rather see her happy than all slumped and grumpy.

She's got a pretty smile

I like her, I must see to her after the raid

I think she's going to be alright

Last page of captain's log / Notes barely readable, for he tried to eliminate 'evidence'

She called me 'snow leopard' the other day. I believe her naive woman thoughts got the better of her, perhaps influenced by all the ‚adorable’minks at Zou. If she calls me that one more time in front of everybody, I swear I'll send her heart to the marines.

Anyway, she asked me what I think what kind of mink she would be? She's a human, why should she be a mink out of the sudden? But I guess I'll humor her tomorrow.

She reminds me of a red panda. It's her hair. As soon as the sun rays hit her, red glows from her strands, resembling the embers of fire. Besides, she behaves like one, silly and throwing paws. Plus they're cute. Kind of like her.

I heard her sing together with Brook at the outpost. Her voice sounds nice. Yet, the way she holds the notes, it reminds me of north blue folklore. Is she actually . .?

She hugged me. It felt strange. But I can't deny it was . . heartwarming? I tucked her into my blue feather coat, in hopes to suffocate her, yet her head just plopped right out front and she looked up at me . . smiling

I'm too young to have a cardiac arrest - still whenever she does this I get premature ventricular contractions.

#one piece #one piece law #fanfiction #fanfic fluff #self indulgent #one piece trafalgar law #first person pov

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sabo-torao · 1 year ago

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i love vivi endlessly. she's been my second favorite character in all of one piece since she was first introduced as miss valentine.

her resolve, her gentleness, her sense of justice and morals, and her strength, they inspire me to no end. she's no fighter, but she's powerful; she's a mediator and a strategist, she's the one that kills with kindness, the pause before the punch, the lighting before the thunder, etc etc.

all these things are also reasons for me to believe that she will be/is the 10th straw hats' crewmate (or 11th, if you count luffy). the crew has it all, it's true, but even back in arabasta vivi served a specific purpose: the brakes, the glue, or, as i already said, the mediator.

she could also serve as a very good informant, with her connection to morgans and all, or if we dip head-deep into lore related reasons, she's necessary to help us connect the final dots as the descendant of nefertari d. lili (which prompts a sideline from me because you guys cannot imagine how fucking hard i screamed when it got revealed that vivi was a D. to this day i cannot shut up about it i tell this info to each one of my friends even if they dont know anything abt one piece i sit them down just to explain to them the will of D and why it makes so much sense that the dearest fairest prettiest princess of my heart is one of them i genuinely cannot contain my joy anytime it gets brought up- no i'm not normal about vivi why do you ask)

anyway, what i'm trying to say is that vivi is insanely important for the plot right now, and i'm really convinced, now more than i was before, that she will officially join the straw hats soon. again, to me she is a member already, but you know...

this post didn't have any point if not me wanting to let out a tiny itty bit of the immense amount of love i have for nefertari d. vivi, but maybe i'll make a decent theory/meta analysis on why i think she's a straw hat soon enough. maybe. we'll see

#fool rambles #nefertari d. vivi #nefertari vivi #im not tagging this with the main op tag its waaayyy too messy #also self-indulgent #also nobody gaf but me #im not complaining btw i genuinely love screaming into the void!!#thats what this blog is for anyway #kind of #long post #cw swearing

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fictionsoul · 3 days ago

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Not a couple

Leeteuk, Heechul, Yesung, Shindong & Eunhyuk x Fem!reader.

Synopsis: The members of Super Junior act as if they are your partner without being aware of it.

Warnings: Use of (Y/N), maybe some grammar mistakes, written with female pronouns.

w/c: almost 1.2k for each character

a/n: I'll only post about 5 members in this bc are long enough and it could be boring if I put everyone in 1

LEETEUK

As hosts of a radio show people were used to seeing and hearing you together.

Sometimes he would give you kind compliments about your wardrobe or your appearance in general. He always had a kind word for you as soon as the broadcast started.

He called you pretty, darling, dear… in short, your name was always accompanied by some affectionate word and yet everything seemed normal, or at least you thought so.

The radio program was celebrating one more year of broadcasting and the radio station had planned a special program to celebrate with the public.

They wouldn't have a live audience because the booth, as big as it was, didn't allow for that many people. But what they could do was receive letters from fans.

The other two hosts took turns reading the public's comments and letters one by one while telling anecdotes of things that had happened behind the scenes.

A letter arrived addressed to you and Leeteuk stretched out his arm to hand it to you personally.

"Dear (Y/N), I would like to know why Leeteuk treats you differently. Are you two dating? I have noticed that he always introduces you differently than the others and, although I rarely get to watch the YouTube broadcast, I have noticed that he is very attentive to you, more so than he is to the other two hosts," you read as the tone of your voice lowered as the letter read on.

"Now that the anonymous one mentions it," your companion interjected, "I have noticed that when Leeteuk brings his lunch, he always brings a small portion for (Y/N)."

"That's a lie," you said before the topic continued, "He's nice to everyone who works here. I don't think he has a preference for anyone."

It was that letter that seemed to open everyone's eyes. Everyone but yours.

The day after the anniversary the staff kept casting fleeting glances in your direction, or whispering secretly to each other every time Leeeteuk approached you during the reading of the rundown.

Things were starting to get tense between the two of you.

As usual, Leeteuk had introduced you as "the ever beautiful (Y/N)". At first the flattery made you smile, until it was his turn to introduce his other two companions and he did so by mentioning only their names, without any cute way of referring to them.

At that moment you justified it by thinking that the relationship with the other two women was perhaps not as close as with you.

But the night came and the team gathered for dinner at a Korean steak restaurant.

Drinks were served and plates of food were passed from hand to hand while someone from the staff was in charge of cooking the meat for everyone.

Your place was a bit far from the grill, so you had a hard time reaching the meat to eat it. The aroma that the whole place contained wasn't much help, everything smelled appetizing.

Then it happened.

Leeteuk wrapped a piece of meat with a knob leaf, placed some kimchi and put it in front of your mouth to feed you.

"Thank you?" you mumbled, opening your mouth to take the morsel he offered you.

Someone dropped his chopsticks against the table and another one of those present almost choked on the soju.

The table was silent. Glances traveled from Leeteuk to you and everyone seemed to notice that something was going on between you.

"What was that?" one of the hosts questioned, moving her chopstick back and forth between you and Leeteuk.

"What are you talking about?"

Your confusion was real. Leeteuk had always been like that with you, it didn't make sense for them to be surprised by something like that.

"He always introduces you differently, makes you food and now he even feeds you. You can't deny that's strange."

As the other host pointed out every detail, Leeteuk again placed another piece of meat wrapped in lettuce in front of your mouth.

You had no choice but to go back to eating the morsel he offered you.

"It's nonsense," you shook your hand to play down his words, "he would do that for anyone."

"You know that's not true."

That conversation had planted a doubt inside you. A small unknown that hovered in the air between you and Leeteuk.

During that week of work you had noticed that Leeteuk always accompanied your name with some kind word and that he didn't refer to anyone else that way.

"Wonderful (Y/N)"

"Sweet (Y/N)"

"Dear (Y/N)"

Every time he mentioned a different adjective your face would go up in flames and your coworkers could do nothing but laugh at your reactions.

The straw that broke the camel's back was the day a psychoanalyst was invited to the program.

That specialist had not stopped pointing out every detail between you and Leeteuk. What if his eyes revealed that he was attracted to you, or the way he moved his hands gave away how much he wanted to be with you.

The worst? Leeteuk never denied it.

He didn't make excuses, he didn't deny the facts. He just smiled and went on with the interview as if those accusations were an everyday occurrence.

When the broadcast was over you got rid of all the audio and sound equipment and left the booth. You needed to talk to him.

You two couldn't keep orbiting like that, making everyone uncomfortable and being the victims of scathing comments that matched you both.

"Do you have time?" you asked him as soon as his head popped out of the cockpit.

"Sure, is everything okay?"

"I don't think so. There have been some strange comments around lately" you scratched the back of your head. "The whole team thinks there's something going on between you and me."

Those words hung in the air much longer than you thought prudent. The silence stretched between the two of you, threatening to make the wait for an answer more and more agonizing.

'It bothers you."

His answer was accurate. A statement that fell like a bombshell inside you.

Did it bother you? Was it really uncomfortable?

No.

The truth was that you were used to his good treatment, to the ease with which he moved around you.

If you felt uncomfortable it was because of your own feelings. The constant thumping and thudding of your heart, the butterflies in your stomach and the shortness of breath when he got too close to you.

"It doesn't bother me. I want to make it clear."

"You want us to prove them right? You want to hear that I really like you? Well, fine. I like you, what those people say is real."

His eyes looked back at you with determination, with a glint of desperation to hear what you had to say.

Your hands clutched at the collar of his shirt and you pulled him close to your lips.

You didn't need to say your answer. The feel of your lips on his was enough for him to understand the message.

HEECHUL

His long fingers caressed your cheek as the forum fell silent. The lights dimmed and the ambient saxophone music began.

With his fingertips he traced your jaw, his index finger lifted your chin causing your head to tilt back, exposing your lips to meet his.

"I can't see it! Cut, cut, cut," Yerin interjected, covering his eyes with both hands.

Heechul bent down and planted a kiss on your cheek, leaving on your skin the mark of the pink lipstick that had been put on him to record the video.

You let out a laugh as you walked over to your best friend to slap her back with the palm of your hand. You had tried too hard not to laugh during the whole scene for her to ruin it like that.

"But I was about to kiss (Y/N)!" Heechul joked, provoking laughter from some of the staff.

"You dream."

Yerin, the former GFriend member and also the glue that bound Heechul and you together, had hired you -without pay- to be the main actors in the video for her new song.

"Don't fight, I need you to keep that romantic aura you always create when you are together," she requested in a conciliatory tone.

"We don't even have a romantic aura," Heechul replied. "We only pretend for the sake of your career."

In a childish gesture he showed you his tongue. You smiled and decided to ignore him for the sake of the music video.

"We don't have a romantic aura," you pointed out to get rid of the discomfort that had settled in your chest, "I can barely tolerate his presence. You know I do it for you."

Your arms went around your friend, pulling her tight against you. You loved her too much, enough to agree to pretend to be a couple with Heechul.

You didn't dislike the singer, but he made you nervous with his games and comments. Always cornering you, always confusing your feelings.

"You always act like a couple. Hee does things for you that he would never do for others, not even for me," she commented as if it was no big deal.

But of course it was a big deal. Of course saying that set your pulse racing like nothing else could.

"He's always been a joker with everyone."

"But not everyone he jokes with like he jokes with you. Think about it," she added, "he wouldn't have agreed to do this video if I chose someone else as a model."

"Not for free but for a small fee," you pointed out amused.

"You see? I bet the other drink he's holding is for you," she whispered looking at the idol who was coming back after going to a nearby store.

"Think fast!" shouted the singer, throwing a plastic bottle with liquid inside in your direction.

The package landed in your hands successfully, so you earned Heechul's applause and congratulations.

"That's my girl!" the idol laughed before hiding his face behind his hair out of sudden embarrassment.

Yerin pressed his lips together to contain his laughter.

"Do you see? You're HIS girl now."

The biting comment achieved its effect by rattling your feelings. Now you were no longer so sure what your presence meant to the idol.

There you were again, now filming a scene in the park behind the SM building.

Two days had passed and your outfit had been neatly selected to give the scene a 'romantic aura' as Yerin liked to say.

Heechul and you were walking hand in hand, the idol intertwined his fingers with yours while looking at the cameras. It seemed that this was part of the script.

It wasn't.

Your body tensed and the scene was genuinely perfect. The reactions of both of you were natural. None of you seemed to be acting and only Heechul, Yerin and you seemed aware of it.

"Don't. People already think something is going on between us. Don't give us any more confusing signals," you implored, feeling the heat rising from your stomach to your face.

"I like you," Heechul whispered almost inaudibly. His lips hadn't even parted completely.

"This is not part of the script."

His footsteps slowed to a stop. Heechul's gaze traveled all over your face looking for some sign to stop him, some expression to warn him that he was going too far.

But your eyes sparkled and your lips tugged their corners into a shy smile, sometimes turning your relaxed countenance into one full of doubts. Uncertainties.

"I like you" he tried again, this time with a steadier voice, more sure of his words.

You swallowed hard. Feeling for the first time the weight of his words. You felt cornered.

"You dream," you articulated with false irony.

"I dream of impossible. Tell me you feel the same, tell me I'm not risking too much."

Your arms went around his neck. You leaned on him for balance as you stood on the tips of your toes, stretching to reach his lips.

Heechul helped you by bending his head until that longed-for union came. His lips were soft and delicate, his rhythm too slow for your own liking.

"Cut!" Yerin shouted, clapping his hands and twirling back and forth.

You both broke apart and turned to the cameramen. Almost all of them had their mouths open as they continued to focus their lenses on you.

Your face was completely red, as was Heechul's, but he was quicker to leave the embarrassment behind only to start joking with everyone.

"This video is going to be a hit! I need someone to send me the unedited version."

The laughter matched the sound of your heartbeat, making you feel less nervous and a little more confident as Heechul's arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to his body.

YESUNG

The sun streamed through the cafeteria windows and reflected off every metal surface it touched. The new moldings on the door frames, windows and handrails glistened in the sunlight.

With a piece of cloth in one hand and the glass cleaning liquid in another, you began to spray the square surface of one of the tables while humming the song playing in the background.

The customers were few and the boss had to leave. His brother was supposed to arrive soon, but there was no sign of the singer anywhere.

"Leave that there. Clean the tables is not your duty," proclaimed the idol, pushing you aside to take your place, "Go and wait at the counter."

Indeed your job was to be at the counter, but since there were no customers you could also help the cleaning staff. After all, everyone were there to work.

"Here comes the substitute's girlfriend," the barista joked, earning one of your punches in his side.

"Maybe not a girlfriend, but a favorite," corrected the waitress. "It's too obvious to deny it."

"It's not obvious. He's nice to everyone."

You really believed that. You had witnessed the way the idol would get involved at work by manning the cash register or serving orders.

He was an easygoing person who was willing to help. There was nothing to read between the lines, plain and simple he was one of those rare people with a service attitude.

"So kind that the only one he won't let lift a finger is you."

"That's not true. Stop making up gossip," you said.

Yesung's presence at the counter made everyone stand still, giving each other complicit glances as they pointed at you and the idol.

You rolled your eyes and continued working, or at least you were trying to.

You couldn't feel comfortable with all those mocking looks on you.

"Do you have plans for today?" asked Yesung once they ran out of customers.

The singer was maneuvering behind the espresso machine, preparing some coffee for the whole team while they chatted in a comfortable and friendly way.

"Today I have training with the baseball team, I could use an iced americano coffee," commented the barista, observing each of the idol's movements.

Yesung poured the first shot of coffee into a glass with ice, put the lid on and handed it to him.

"An iced for the team's athlete. And you?" His question was directed to your other workmate.

"An americano. Please"

"I'll do it."

It was the same routine. Yesung prepared his drink and placed it on the counter.

"Later I have to attend an online conference. I don't understand why they organize something like this if they know well that we are in exam time and we have many subjects to study" she complained bringing the cup of coffee to her lips "Thanks, it tastes delicious."

The singer pulled out the espresso again but this time he steamed the milk to make you a cappuccino.

The cup rested on the counter as he gave you a look that lasted a little longer than usual.

"Thank you?" You hesitated a little.

There was no need to place your order, he already knew it by heart.

That shouldn't really mean anything.

The team was small, so knowing everyone's tastes was easy, wasn't it? You shook your head to push those thoughts away and decided to focus your attention on what was going on around you.

When the cup reached your lips, the idol turned his attention back to you. He was waiting to see your reaction to the drink he had prepared because he knew you liked it.

A drop of cappuccino slipped from your lips and Yesung wiped it off with a paper napkin.

You was thankful and the rest of the world fell silent. The barista spit out the coffee as he coughed violently.

"Wow, he doesn't just wipe tables (Y/N), he wipes your lips as well" your companion joked, nudging your shoulder lightly.

"He just wanted to help me. Stop being annoying" you diverted your attention to the singer to answer a question he hadn't asked yet. "Thank you, the cappuccino was delicious."

"It seems that my skills are improving."

That was the only comment he made and that made you panic.

You expected him to scold your colleagues, to say something to deny things. But no, he had ignored the subject as if it was unimportant.

Then Yesung's hand burst into your field of vision crossing in front of your face. His fingers smoothed a lock of your hair and placed it inside the net that was supposed to hold it in place.

The rest of the team freaked out at the gesture and the idol blushed slightly.

"I'll go enlist what's in the storeroom," he said and ran off, leaving you alone to confront your teammates who were bragging about what they had just witnessed.

That was all that happened in a single day.

Things got worse the next time the idol came to help in the cafeteria even though his brother was also there.

"You are wanted (Y/N)!" Jong Jin announced hiding a mocking smile.

Your gaze fixed on the entrance of the cafeteria only to find Yesung setting foot inside the establishment.

You immediately turned around and stopped wiping the tables to run behind the counter, just where you belonged.

Your colleagues laughed discreetly at your reaction.

"I need someone to accompany my brother to pick up the new set of cups I designed for this season," requested the owner observing all the employees.

"I will go with (Y/N), she is efficient in this kind of jobs" declared Yesung holding your hand to take you out of the store.

Your companions laughed uproariously as your cheeks turned a scarlet red that was hard to hide.

The inside of the van they used to pick up orders felt smaller than usual. It was as if the space forced you to sit shoulder to shoulder with the idol.

"Doesn't it bother you?" you asked, putting the seat belt in place.

"Helping my brother? No, I like to spend my little free time with him."

"I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about us, that they keep saying I'm your favorite."

There, you'd finally come out and said it. Even if you regretted it, there was no turning back.

"It doesn't bother me. Maybe you are my favorite."

Your eyes widened in surprise. You hadn't expected his answer to be so direct, let alone that it had left you speechless.

You had short-circuited.

"Maybe you're also overthinking things."

His ambiguous answer made you land with a thud.

The way he said it gave you hope and then pushed you back into rejection. You couldn't deal with that any longer.

"I also think you like me," you declared with your arms crossed and a frown on your face.

Yesung didn't answer anything. His eyes were on the road while his hands clutched the steering wheel.

Feeling increasingly annoyed you decided to turn to the window to admire the cityscape.

Birds were following each other in intricate movements fluttering through the sky, children were laughing and playing in the parks and office workers were starting to come out of the buildings with their backpacks, purses and briefcases in hand.

Everyone was on the move, all except the two of you, who didn't seem to be getting anywhere.

"Did you like me?" you asked directly, no pretty words or nerves all around. You wanted an answer and you wanted it now.

The idol lost control of the car and it meandered down the road, earning the whistles of other drivers.

Yesung parked on the first street he could and got out of the car nervously, running his fingers through his black hair.

He needed air. He needed to calm his nerves.

You followed close behind him, descending through your door. If you were going to have that talk there and now then you wanted to have it face to face.

"I don't think this is a good time to have this conversation," he murmured, trying to calm his heartbeat.

"You want to talk about it in the cafeteria?" you pressed, raising an eyebrow in a challenging attitude.

Yesung was silent again, meticulously calculating the best way to broach the subject.

A confession in the middle of the road was not the scenario he had planned to do it, but technically you were cornering him and he didn't feel able to tolerate that pressure any longer.

"All right," he raised his hands in defeat, "I like you," he declared.

"That makes things easier."

You took his cheeks between your hands and pressed a kiss against his lips. It was an awkward and somewhat shaky touch, but it was enough for Yesung to confirm your feelings for him.

"It took you too long to admit it," you murmured, ready to give him another kiss. This time it would be a sweet and deep one, just like the feelings he awakened in you.

SHINDONG

Wires were crossing everywhere and getting tangled in different places. It was like watching snakes walking on the recording studio floor.

You had fought with the director on countless occasions to keep him from causing such a mess with the equipment components, so as not to cause an accident.

You immediately began to untangle everything, bundling the wires with plastic straps to prevent them from getting in the way again. The task became a little tedious as time went on.

"Careful," you heard one of the cameramen say.

Your feet stumbled on one of the many wires and you almost fell to the ground, the only thing that stopped your fall was Shindong's hand resting on your back to allow you to regain your balance.

"Thank you," you murmured before continuing to work as if it had never happened.

And in truth, that was not something strange for both of you. On several occasions the director had saved you from falling. He always seemed to be attentive to your footsteps.

Did you mistakenly walk on the wrong step in a stair? Shindong's hand was there to support you.

Were you going to fall because of an imperceptible stone in the path? Shindong held you by the shoulders to steady you.

He was always there, by chance or not, he always ended up helping you to keep you from falling.

After the wire incident, and still spending several days shooting the video of a girl group, it was time to pick up all the equipment they had used.

The boxes where they kept the props were filled one by one. Inside you could see balls, fans, colorful ribbons… there were too many things neatly stacked on top of each other.

As you were just another assistant, your duty was also to carry all that stuff to the small storage room of the recording studio.

Making a little effort, you carried one of the boxes with both arms and walked with it to the small space behind one of the camera cranes.

Carrying something so heavy was more complicated than you thought. It was not only the extra weight, but also the lack of mobility it entailed.

Once in front of the shelf, you did everything humanly possible to lift the box onto one of the many steps of the cabinet, but your arms could not support enough weight to lift it to a height above your head.

By accident you hit one of the metal bars of the cabinet and the boxes threatened to fall on top of you. Fortunately Shindong was there to stop it all and get you back to safety.

"Hey (Y/N), we didn't know you were his princess in distress," joked one of the workers.

"I'm not," you replied, squinting your eyes.

"Of course you are. He's just being careful with you. If I was about to be crushed to death by those boxes, I bet he'd leave me there and then make fun of me."

Another two cameramen nodded at his statement and you could do nothing but shake your head.

To you none of that was obvious, in fact it was completely natural for Shindong to help you. After all you were the only woman in the work team, and by simple logic it was only natural that he would be more attentive to you than to the rest.

At least that's what you thought until another woman joined and the differences started to become more noticeable.

The new girl had become entangled with the camera wires and was about to fall, the only thing that prevented the accident was the skillful way in which the woman managed to regain her balance with the camera on her shoulder.

Your gaze traveled to Shindong, who was a short distance from the scene and still had not prevented the girl's fall.

On another occasion the rookie almost got hit with one of the basketballs they were using for filming, but she dodged it just in time despite having screamed at the imminent danger.

Again Shindong was close by, but that didn't stop the accident from happening.

At that point you began to pay more attention to details you hadn't noticed before.

Like when Shindong started to put the prop boxes on the first steps of the furniture, making them more accessible to you.

Or when he saw to it that your place on the set was isolated from the fire they were going to use and in your place he placed someone else to be his assistant.

It seemed that you could no longer lie to yourself thinking that he was doing all this just for the sake of it. Now every little detail seemed to point to another reason that you didn't know if you wanted to know.

While you were watching him, your feet tripped over a wire and you almost fell to the ground, but then Shindong reacted and grabbed you by the shirt to break your fall.

That reaction earned the attention of everyone present along with the reddening of your face.

You needed to set the record straight. You needed to ask him for explanations before your head exploded.

"What is all this?"

"A recording studio. Did you hit your head when I wasn't around?"

"I'm not talking about that. I mean this." Your hands were moving, pointing at Shindong and then pointing at you effusively. "We."

He took your hand and pointed your finger at him, right in the middle of his chest.

"I'm the director," he then pointed your index finger at you, "and you're my assistant."

There it was again. He hadn't said AN assistant, he clearly said MY and that added more worry to your being.

"So why don't you treat me like the new girl?"

You were starting to feel more confident, like you had the whole situation under control even though you knew you were shaking like a jelly inside.

"Because she is she and you are you."

Your eyebrows rose waiting for him to add something more to that vague answer, but he just nodded as if that explained everything.

The frustration you felt grew as the conversation progressed.

"You are always around to help me if I need it. You take care of me all the time. You give me the simple tasks. You had refused to hire another woman. You didn't do that because she was she and I was myself, you didn't even know her!"

The volume of your words caught the attention of the few people who had been ignoring them.

"It sounds like you think I like you."

"That's what it sounds like."

"Because that's what it is."

Several groans of surprise were heard in the forum. Apparently the scene was more entertaining than the work they were supposed to be doing

"And why didn't you tell me that in the first place?" You kept claiming as panic spread inside you.

"Because the subject hadn't come up, and now that I've said it, you're still arguing."

"Well I―" you remained silent while your fingers fidgeting with each other "the truth is that―" your voice began to descend. Your voice began to lower. The words came out as if in a whisper "I like you too."

"It was so easy" his arm went around your shoulders, forcing you to stay close to him, walking side by side announcing to the world that you were together.

EUNHYUK

Your legs went up and down, sliding to the right and then to the left following the beat of the music.

Beads of sweat began to form on your forehead due to the heat and physical exertion. In spite of everything you were satisfied, smiling at the huge mirror that covered the entire wall of the rehearsal room.

Your calves were begging for a break, but you continued to push yourself to make every step perfect. Calculated.

"Perfect!" shouted Eunhyuk once the song came to an end.

With the euphoria of having executed the rehearsal to perfection, he bumped his hand against yours and drew you in to bump shoulders as partners, as two beings who shared a special camaraderie.

Sweat had left both of your skins sticky, but you didn't mind. You were more than used to it.

You pinched the edge of the collar of your shirt and began to stretch and contract the fabric to fan yourself, allowing cool air to circulate inside the garment.

"This choreography is very demanding," commented the idol leaning against the wall to slide his body to the floor.

You mimicked his movement and soon you were both sitting on the stave with your backs against the cool wall.

Your quickened breaths shared the same rhythm, your breasts rising and falling at the same speed.

That was your relationship. Two dancers who enjoyed doing their routines together.

Until one fine day the whole group was in the middle of their warm-up exercises to rehearse the new choreography. Because the steps were a bit complicated, you and Eunhyuk had modified it slightly. Nothing substantial.

The door opened and you entered with your sports bag in hand. You were ready to show them all what you and Hyuk had accomplished.

"It's hot in here. Good morning gentlemen," you greeted, bowing slightly in front of each of them.

Eunhyuk took the thermostat control in his hands and lowered the temperature slightly.

The sudden change made everyone turn to look at him with a puzzled expression.

"I just complained about the heat a moment ago and no one did anything," said Ryeowook, feeling offended.

"It must be what they call 'pretty privilege'. Too bad you're not a pretty dancer," you teased as you tied your hair in a messy bun.

"Or maybe it's the 'I love you privilege'," said Kyuhyun earning the laughter of the rest.

"Enough games, it's time to rehearse," you cut the conversation short by clapping your hands loudly to get their attention and calm the laughter.

The sound system gave no respite, nor did the idols that moved along with it.

Complaints had been reduced to a minimum and the shouts of excitement had increased. They had been at that pace for two hours until Leeteuk said it was time to take a break.

You stopped the music and they dropped to the floor breathing exaggeratedly.

The scrunchie holding your hair slid to the floor and the strands began to stick to your skin from the sweat. You didn't find the sensation pleasant.

Out of nowhere Eunhyuk picked up the rubber band and began to tie your hair absentmindedly while continuing to talk to Donghae about the plans they had for a future tour as a subunit.

The room fell silent. You remained static. Eunhyuk kept talking but Donghae couldn't understand what was going on.

His fingers combed through your hair and held each strand before putting the scrunchie in place.

"I knew it!" shouted Yesung laughing loudly.

Sudden heat rose from your abdomen to your face, staining everything crimson in its wake.

Eunhyuk let go of your hair as if it burned his hand. His face blushing violently as he tried to get away from the place at all costs.

His footsteps led him towards the exit of the rehearsal room and he quickened his pace until he started running down the hallway.

An uncomfortable silence fell over everyone inside the room. Eight pairs of eyes were watching you with hundreds of questions welling up in them. But no one dared to say them aloud.

"He must like you too much. I'll go get him," announced Siwon standing up to go chase after the dancer.

"Since when has this been so obvious to you?"

You hid your face in your hands, trying not to make the scene even more embarrassing. Trying to disappear in that instant without leaving any trace.

"He's always treated you differently from the other dancers," Leeteuk replied with a sympathetic smile. "We thought you would have noticed that long ago."

"He always sits next to you, practices dances only with you and even talks about you after you've left," Donghae added.

You closed your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose as if knowing all that was giving you a migraine.

"I'll talk to him."

Your tied hair stuck out from the back of the black cap that covered your head, the ponytail swaying with the sway of your footsteps as you walked hurriedly through the halls.

You peeked your face out of one of the windows and finally saw Eunhyuk arguing with Siwon in the parking lot. The scene was quite strange.

Without a second thought you started running towards the elevator to get downstairs as soon as possible. You couldn't let him escape from what he had already provoked.

The elevator doors opened and you ran out like an exhalation. Your steps didn't stop until you were in front of the dancer.

"You fool!" you shouted at him as you jumped a little, wrapping your legs around his waist.

The idol held you from behind and froze in front of you.

Seizing the moment you kissed him even though you were short of breath. His muscles tensed and his hands pressed hard on your back, pulling you closer to him, deepening the kiss.

Your legs began to lose strength and your weight gave way, but Eunhyuk was still holding you against his body.

"I like you," whispered the idol, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against yours.

"I know that already, silly. I like you too."

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