#and then she kinda laughs and they both start jamming out to it

[magnolia-miraculous]

M. Dupain-Cheng (aka Ladybug) Headcanons <3

Honestly she’s just a lil clumsy dummy and I love her lol. Nothing more to say, just that.

She used to do ballet when she was little. She was in the same class as Chloé (and Adrien). She used to make fun of her for being clumsy however, and this transferred over into academic school.

She really likes tea. Jasmine’s her favorite.

She also really likes gardening; she hangs out at a garden top building she knows a lot.

I retcon that a lot of the plants she has growing on her roof are actually herbs and stuff.

Lots and lots of basil.

She knows flower language and has a few books on it.

She rlly loves candles but barely ever lights them so she’s got this huge assortment of brand new candles sitting around in her room.

Tbh she does this a lot.

She has a huge collection of stationary that she never uses. She just has to get them when she sees them.

She has gel pens and post-it’s and stickers galore. It can’t be constituted but she does.

Also doesn’t really color traditionally often; she just does a lot of sketching and drawing in pen and pencil for the most part.

On the other hand, she’s an expert at digital color.

Did y’all see the Jagged Stone album??

Her parents didn’t let her have a sewing machine until she was like 12 bc yikes automated sharp thing.

Thus, she’s rlly good at sewing by hand.

There was a long period however where nearly all of her fingers were constantly covered in bandaids bc she kept sticking herself; she could have just used thimbles but honestly they just made it rlly hard.

At one point she figured out that preliminarily putting on bandaids prevented any sort of actual hurt and she began to do so, replacing the ones that had fallen off each time she went to sew again.

She’ll stick her tongue out when she’s concentrated on drawing or will make the facial expression she’s trying to portray.

Really good at pretty much anything creative that she tries her hand at. Drawing? Great. Fashion? The best. Jewelry making? Like a pro.

She uses mascara and gets into using different colors like pink n stuff.

Eyeliner that could kill a man.

She still has all of her old stuffed animals bc she was too attached to them to give them away.

She doesn’t really listen to rap music too much but she can rap rlly rlly fast which is a surprise given how much she stutters n stuff.

She can wrap the entirety of fergalicious on request.

Both of her parents unironically listen to bring me to life by evanescence and it’s subtlely driving her insane.

She’s French, Italian, and Chinese, but is like 4% aware of her own cultures.

Like, she’s not entirely French but she has no idea what’s going on in the Italian and Chinese scenes rn?? The cultural identity crisis is real lmao.

Also she calls it “patsa”. She couldn’t pronounce it as a kid for some reason and never bothered to stop. Her parents think it’s funny.

Also also Marinette is the daughter of the best baker in Paris but she’d give an arm and a leg for Little Debbie’s cakes and Hostess snacks (like zebra cakes and cosmic brownies and cherry pies and marshmallow/cream filled crap).

She eats a lot of them as of becoming ladybug bc she can afford to tbh.

Her parents chalk it up to puberty + the runs she’s been going on lately.

Hint: the runs are to cover up how she’s actually getting as fit as she is.

Sometimes Forgets to Hide her Strength and will Pick Up people or Heavy Things.

Adrien would be embarrassed to admit that he actually liked it when Marinette Carried him once.

The class secretly shares photos of her Forgetting and Picking Up.

Also, after becoming Ladybug, for some reason, flowers and plants seem to be a lot easier to care for now.

She could forget to water her basil for a week and it’s still as big and bright as ever??

This bouquet should have wilted two weeks ago?? Cut flowers literally never last this long??

Those weren’t supposed to bloom for another two weeks?? Those weren’t supposed to bloom at all??

She’s basically her own little cell tower too. Need a better connection? Go stand by Marinette.

Flexibility is insane. Also reflexes.

If you catch her by surprise, you will be thrown.

Marinette will literally talk bad abt Chat Noir and then someone will simply agree with a lil mhm or a yeah and she’ll turn around and give dozens of counterpoints to what she was just saying two seconds ago and absolutely go for the throat and slaughter them for ever even thinking about saying anything bad about Chat Noir like that like the audacity.

She keeps all the flowers he gives her as Ladybug and presses them and puts them in this giant, heavy ahh archaic lookin book she has lying around.

Tbh even she doesn’t know where it came from but yk, flowers :)

No but actually she doesn’t question it nearly as much as she should.

Or at all. Marinette what is that thing.

We all know that she thinks of her role as Ladybug and her powers as a responsibility more so than an escape like Adrien does, but I like to think that at some point (maybe after the Santa Claws incident?), she loosens up about it and begins to understand Chat’s pov on the miraculous. Obviously, she still thinks of it as something not for personal use, but she’s more open to wandering.

Sometimes when she can’t sleep (particularly because of superhero-related stress), she’ll sneak out to find a nice place to sit and look out on the city, letting the drowned-out ambience lull her to sleep.

Sometimes on cold nights, she’ll bring a blanket or a jacket or something. She also likes bringing her sketchbook.

She’s more than once awoken to the sun on her face, on the roof of a building after accidentally dozing off and had to rush home.

We love her 💞💞 ok that’s it, bye.

[naturesapphic]

Jade West x Fem reader:

R and Jade being gfs, not really keeping it a secret but no one seems to ever notice until the one time R walks up to the group late for lunch since she had to practice a song for a class, Jade has R’s lunch and everything and R gives her a kiss in gratitude like any gf would. Only to be bombarded with questions. Them both being like: we didn’t exactly keep it a secret. Everyone disagreeing which leads to them both pointing out every time they did PDA infront of the group. Them saying they never noticed and R smirking at jade with the ‘I wonder what else they wouldn’t notice’ smirk as she starts to rub Jade’s thigh😭

Jade blushing and Tori pointing it out but before Jade speaks R does. “Tori if you don’t shut up I can show you all the ways i can hurt you using only mg index finger” Eveyone is shocked except Jade bc she knows R is only mean when someone really pisses her off or is rude/pisses off jade and makes her uncomfortable (which Tori did)

Everyone thinking back to moments R would be mean and realising it was only ever bc it would be jade related

Oblivious

Jade west x fem!reader

Warnings: cussing and fluff :)

“Hey babygirl. Sorry I’m late. I was finishing up on my song I was working on and didn’t see the clock.” You breathed out as you ran from your class to outside to get lunch. “No problem princess. Here I got you your favorite with your favorite soda.” Jade said with a small smile on her face that she only reserves for you. “Thank you baby.” You said as you slide in beside her on the bench and kiss her gratefully on her lips.

“Wait what?” Tori exclaimed as did everyone else. “How did this happen?” “That’s hot.” “Shut up Rex!” “Awwww y’all are so cute!!!” “As long as y’all are happy.” Everyone stated and Jade rolled her eyes at them. “We didn’t exactly keep it a secret guys.” You said confused but enthralled with how they were acting. “Bro ain’t no way we would miss some lesbian action.” Rex said and Jade angrily grabbed Rex from Robbie and tore his head off and threw it in the garbage. “Rex!” Robbie yelled out as he went head first into the trash can. Everyone just looked at Jade shocked but continued on because what Rex said was weird as fuck.

“I mean…Rex was kinda right. How would we have missed it?” Andre said and you rolled your eyes this time and Jade smirked over at you. “Well remember at the full moon jam and jade glared and made comments at anyone who was near me or looked at me?” You explained and they still didn’t look as convinced. “Well maybe it’s because jades such a good friend!” Cat exclaimed happily and you gave her a smile. “Well she is my best friend so I’ll give you that but has she ever done that with y’all?” You said to everyone and they all shook their heads besides Beck but jade and beck had a decent breakup and decided to just stay friends.

“And how we always hold hands when we are together.” You said. “Well we thought that y’all were really close and Jade had a soft spot for you.” Tori said and you thought of more reasons to convince them. “And! When jade literally grabbed my face and kissed me in front of a boy when he kept trying to ask me out and she said “mine!” And the boy scurried off.” You said and everyone said “ohhhh”. “I thought jade was being nice!” Cat said and everyone started laughing and Jade gave everyone glares. “I can be nice! Only to y/n though…and sometimes cat.” Jade admitted and you giggled at her. “Fuck y’all.” Jade said and you smirked at her. “You only need to fuck me.” You said and Jade blushed a little and hid her cheeks by putting both of her hands on them.

“Okay ew we didn’t need to know that.” Robbie said as he came back from receiving Rex “shut the fuck up robbie.” Jade replied and you held back a laugh. “I can’t believe we never noticed that y’all did any pda, let alone dating.” Beck said and you smirked at Jade “I wonder what else they wouldn’t notice.” As you started rubbing jaded thigh under the table and Jade started blushing again. Of course Tori took notice and decided to open her big mouth. “Why Jade blushing so much? What are y’all doing?” Tori said and before Jade could mutter a word you jumped to it. “Tori if you don’t shut up I can show you all the ways I can hurt you only using my index finger.” You threatened her and everyone just looked at you with wide eyes.

“Damn y/n didn’t think you had it in you.” Beck said shocked at your comment and everyone agreed. “Man…y’all are fucking special and not observant at all. My grandparents probably have a higher iq than all of y’all combined.” You said dumbfounded at their obliviousness. “I’m only mean when someone makes Jade upset and uncomfortable. Which Tori clearly did.” You said as you gave Tori a deadly death stare which made her shift in her seat. “Ohhhhh is that why you kicked that guy in his balls when he tore up jades poster she made for one of her plays?” Cat asked you and you giggled nodding. “Yeah she did.” Jade said proudly and put her arm around you.

“and that one time where she punched a girl in the face for making fun of Jade behind her back?” Andre said asked and you nodded. “Yup. I sure did. She got what she deserved. No one talks about my girl like that behind her back.” You said and Jade gives you a loving smile. “Damn…it definitely makes sense now. With how y/n and Jade always protect each other and are so touchy.” Tori said as everyone nodded in agreement. “Can I watch y’all kiss sometime?” Rex said and this time you got Rex and threw him somewhere as Robbie ran to go get him. “That’s my girl.” Jade said proudly as everyone smiled at the both of you together.

A/n: I hope @karsonromanoff likes it and I hope the rest of y’all enjoy it! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all! And happy new year!

[billiesbossanovas]

Break away

Billie x gn!reader

Kinda angsty, billies definitely kinda dick in this

I spent half of the time writing this trying to spell so many words.

Definitely not proof read

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You were so excited, it was yours and Billies first vacation just the two of you, Billie stood packing the suitcase while music played softly in the bedroom, her singing along while you passed along stuff to go in the case, clothes, shoes, all the essentials. “And I think that’s it baby” she smiled over to you while zipping the suitcase shut. You kneel and give her a peck on the lips before grabbing your tote bag and putting the important things in, chargers, your comfort teddy bear, billies comfort item, both of your perfumes and sunglasses.

“I think we’re all set to leave now Bils” you mumble out as you get up off the bed, anxiety is radiating through you about this trip, what if something goes wrong? Your mind spirals, Billie watches and gives you a sympathetic look, she steps closer and cups your cheeks, forcing you to look up at her.

She brushes your hair out of your eyes and plants a soft kiss on your forehead, her thumbs making soft reassuring movements on your cheeks. “This is going to be okay” she whispers with a smile. “I’m gunna drive us down to the resort, then we’re gunna have a week of just me and you.. no fans.. no tour.. nothing apart from me and you.” She presses her forehead to yours and kisses the bridge of your nose. “Okay?” You nod in response and give her a soft smile she pulls away and grabs the suitcase. “Let’s go love”

Billie loads the suitcase into the trunk and gets into the drivers seat, you get into the passenger seat and out your bag down by your feet. “I hope we have fun this week” you smile and watch her as she starts driving, a small smile on her face as she does so.

The drive is long and tiring, it consisted of Billie snapping a few times from the traffic jams and being stuck in a warm car on a hot day, you both get out of the car sweaty and tired. While Billie checks in you take the suitcase from the car, along with your bag and walk to meet Billie at the hotel reception. As soon as you step foot into the lobby a wheel from the suitcase falls off. You sigh but take in the relief of the air-con after the hot journey. Billie turns to look at you and lets out a heavy sigh. “How did you break it?” She asks while shoving the key to the room in her pocket.

“I didn’t break it.” You shoot back and pick the suitcase up, it was heavy. You thought you’d packed light but obviously not. “It just fell off” you grunt out as Billie guides you to the elevator which just so happens to be out of a service, yellow tape and a small white piece of paper that reads ‘out of order, sorry :(‘ on it covered the elevator doors. Billie lets out a huff and groans as she heads towards the stairs leaving you behind to carry the suitcase up two flights of stairs to get to your room.

Luckily the room was cool, the air-con had been on for hours by the feel of it, you put the suitcase down by the door and drop into the bed, the covers were crisp and felt amazing, you let out a hum of pleasure and sighed, Billie stood on the balcony of the room looking over at the pool by the hotel, watching as people walked by, she sighed happily and took in the warm fresh air, her irritation from the suitcase and the elevator starts to dissipate, she looks back at you and smiles, throws her cap off, it lands in the bed, she walks over and lays next to you, both your legs hanging off the edge of the bed, she pulled you close and held onto you, she kissed your forehead and squeezed you lightly making the both of you laugh, you looked into her eyes, sharing an unspoken conversation with each other, you sat up and kissed her softly. Maybe the vacation won’t be so bad.

The second day was great, dinner date in a nice restaurant, most of the day by the pool, and you needed it with a walk on the beach, Billie holding onto your hand as you talked about nothing, rambling about anything, everything and absolutely nothing of relevance, but none the less Billie listened and nodded along at your waffling, taking in everything.

The third how ever went horribly wrong, you woke up late and missed breakfast, Billie groaned and ran a hand through her hair. “I thought you set an alarm?” She asked with a huff.

You look at her confused “I did..” you turn over to check your phone, it was dead, the charger you were using had broke while you were asleep, you had no idea how but it wasn’t working now. “My charger broke.” You sigh and flip back down on the bed, you were grumpy having been woken up by Billie pulling the cover off of you.

“Did you not pack a spare?” She asked in a huff crossing her arms, you shook your head ‘no’ in response. “Why not- you knew we weee gunna be away-“ she stood up with a groan and started getting ready for the day.

“Because I didn’t expect my charger to suddenly break?” You respond with a little more agitation in your voice than you wanted, Billie shoots you a glare before slipping on a pair of sneakers.

“Well now I’m gunna have to out and buy a new charger.” She walks over to the door and looks back at you “use mine for now.” She shut the door harshly, behind her, it wasn’t a slam but it wasn’t gentle either, she was annoyed, you had no idea why she would be this annoyed over a broken charger and missing breakfast. When she got back you were still in bed, she tossed the charger at you and gave you a confused look “why aren’t you dressed?” She ran a hand through her hair and paced the room “we have an Aquarium visit booked that you asked for” she groans and stares at you as you start getting out of bed and getting dressed.

“Alright calm down I forgot.” You mutter as you slip your shoes on Billie just groans and waits for you to finish getting ready so you two can leave and get on with the day. “Why aren’t you in such a bad mood?” You ask ad you walk down the stairs Billie just huffs and doesn’t reply to you, she’s like that for the rest of the day, she just ignores you or gives you short answers when you talk to her, or try to entice her into conversation. the aquarium trip is awful. The lack of communication and not being able to fully enjoy it with your girlfriend made it suck to say the least.

When you got back to the hotel you kicked off your shoes and sat on the bed, Billie sat on a chair next to the bed she looks over at you as you sigh and pull your phone out of your pocket. “Soo.. that’s it? You’ve had your day and now you’re just gunna sulk around the hotel room?” She laughed and puts her phone down she rolls her eyes when you don’t answer her straight away. “What’s the matter? We’ve done what you wanted to do and now you don’t wanna do what I want?” She scoffs and stands up.

“Why are you in such a shitty mood today- you basically ruined the aquarium trip for me, you’ve been kind of a dick to me for the full day.” You counter while standing up, you walk over to her and stand infront of her, she looks up at you and rubs her tongue over her teeth. “What’s the fuck is up with you today?” You ask and fold your arms over your chest, all the emotion from the day had been pent up until now, for you anyway, Billie had made it extremely obvious how she’d felt all day.

“My problem?” Billie stands up and comes face to face with you. “You’re the one that’s been all fucking incompetent since we’ve been here.” She steps towards you, staring you down before turning around and walking towards the balcony her hand goes to her, pushing it out of her face.

Her comment pissed you off, you walked over to her and pulled her to make her face you. “The fuck you mean incompetent? You accused snapped at me the full car ride, accused me of breaking the suitcase then left me to carry the heavy ass thing up two flights of stairs. Not to mention the charger thing as if that’s my fault?” Billies eyes widen as you start ranting to her about the full trip. You had started pacing before turning to her, tears threatening to fall down your face “Why even bring me here if you’re just gunna treat me like this!?” You slip your shoes on and your phone goes into your pocket.

“Where the fuck are you going?” Billie stands up sat you walk out, shouting after you “y/n!?” She stands in the door way as you walk away from her, she sighs as you walk out of view, Billie walks back into the room letting the door close behind her, she lays in the bed, deciding it’s best to leave you be for a while, she takes in the last three days that you two have been away. It was supposed to be a break away, she didn’t mean to break away from you, she had been a dick to you, while stressing a bothering to make sure the vacation was perfect she ended up Fucking it up by taking her stress out on you. About half an hour later, Billie is walking around the hotel trying to find you, eventually she finds you in the arcade, she walks over as you try and beat a claw machine. “How’d I know you’d be here huh?” She’s sheepish when she speaks, not wanting to upset you anymore than she already has. You just hum at her in response, letting out a breath as the claw machine drops the teddy you were trying to win. “I wanna apologise baby” she mumbles watching as your eye brows furrow as you focus on the machine infront of you. “Can you atleast hear me out.. please?” She speaks softly and leans against the machine, you turn to face her. She smiles at you, you can’t help but smile back. “I’m sorry for acting like a dick.. we can re do the Aquarium.. and I know you can’t control the charger thing” she looks around as you sigh.

“No.. no it’s fine, I know you’ve been stressed-“ Billie cuts you off with a scoff, you look at her confused, was she going to shout at you? Start an argument?

“Don’t you try and apologise here. I’m in the wrong” he hand comes up to cup your cheek, instinctively you step forward to be closer to her. She smiles and kisses your cheek. “I’m sorry” she repeats again, you just smile at her and wrap your arms around her waist pulling her close to you. “You suck at claw machines by the way” she mumbles into your ear before pulling you away. Billie moves you out of the way and takes over the claw machine, winning both of you matching bears

The rest of the break is amazing, you re-do the aquarium, Billie laughs as you gush at all the animals and read the facts out to her, she holds your hand the whole way round and even asks you questions about some of the fish. The two of you end up having a relaxing time with eachother for the rest of the days you spend at the hotel.

“This was fun” Billie looks over to you as you check out, you nod and agree.

“Next year Bali?” Billie laughs as you flash her a toothy grin before loading the suitcase into the car.

[ivelle-serenity]

Skateboard 2

Wind breaker

fem bodied reader | smut | pwp | jayjo/fml | vinny/fml | wooin/fml | joker/fml | owen/fml | enemies to lovers | angsty | reverse harem? | all characters featured are 18+

author's note: This is a slow-burn story, but don't worry, it will have smut. I actually want to speed things up so we can have those kinds of scenes. btw, I want my story to have action as well, so yeah.

✧˖° — windbreaker men

✧˖° — mdni, smut, description of not safe for work content.

I had sworn off biking. I refused to touch those pedals again after what happened. That bike wouldn't control my life anymore. It nearly wrecked my grades. That's why I'm in Korea now, to get things back on track. Hoping for a fresh start.

But now, recalling my challenge to those guys, everything flipped. I was mad at myself. None of this would have happened if Wooin had just bought the bike yesterday.

I dropped my skateboard with a sigh, eyeing my bike. I moved away, ready to start skating. I had told Jay in class earlier that we'd meet at the skatepark. He didn't react much, so I took that as a green light.

After landing a slick slide move, I smoothly spun my skateboard. Flip tricks were my jam, the source of my skating joy. But I didn't stop there. I tackled the tallest ramp and smoothly glided down, board stuck to my feet. I leaned, balancing my body for the drop. That move was my specialty, grabs/airs.

I sensed someone watching me. Adjusting my helmet and my curly hair, I grinned when I saw Jay nearby, looking serious by my bike. He held his bike but wasn't riding.

His friends chattered, but he was lost in thought, focused on me. It quickened my pulse, but I didn't let it show.

"You're late," I quipped, skateboard in hand.

"Please don't say you want to race here?!" Dom's dramatic reaction cut in.

I noticed they were with a few girls and a guy. Some of them are my classmates so i'm kinda familiar with their names.

"Why? Nervous?" I teased, removing my helmet.

"But isn't this unfair? Jay's not used to biking in a place like this. You have the upper hand," the girl with pink hair pointed out.

"She's got a point," Dom's friend chimed in. "Plus, who races in a skatepark?" Her tone dripped with sarcasm.

"Plenty do," I replied calmly, though a bit irritated. "This is just nothing if you really know how to bike."

My words hung in the air, making everyone pause. All eyes turned to Jay, who had been quietly observing me. He seemed to be deciphering my expression, his own unreadable. Mysterious yet undeniably attractive. I arched an eyebrow at him.

"Ready to race or not?"

He sighed. "I was just waiting for you to finish." His brief but serious response caught me off guard.

A small smirk played on my lips. This is getting interesting. I quickly went to my bike. I wasn't sure if my outfit was race-appropriate since I didn't have any history of serious racing or tournament participation. I was just wearing a cropped long-sleeve cardigan with matching pants.

I glanced at Jay beside me and saw him adjusting his helmet. His expression was serious as he watched the slide-like structure where I had been playing earlier.

"Miss, if Jay wins, can you do my assignment too? Pretty please?" Dom suddenly appeared beside me. I just shook my head before laughing.

"Yeah, sure."

"That girl has the same vibe as Jay. Am I the only one who notices that?" one of Dom's friends remarked. If I recall correctly, his friends had called him Minu earlier, so that might be his name.

"They're both smart. But in biking? I don't think so," the girl with pink hair chimed in irritably.

Glancing at Jay, who was observing me, I couldn't resist teasing him. "Is that your girlfriend? She seems a bit whiny. Is that your type?"

"No, she's not," he replied simply.

"So that's not Shelly?"

He shot me a cold look, as if he didn't appreciate me mentioning his girlfriend's name. That's not my fault! I was just confused because he was with that girl earlier when he arrived. So I assumed she was Shelly. But obviously, judging from Jay's expression, she wasn't his girlfriend.

"Calm down, I was just asking," I chuckled before resting my arms on the handlebars.

"You're so noisy," he said emotionlessly.

I grinned. "Your girlfriend's not here? No moral support from her?"

"Why do you keep asking me about her?" he furrowed his brows. I raised my hands in a playful surrender.

He was cute when he got riled up.

"Just like I said, I was just asking."

"Then stop asking. Let's just get this over with. I still have to study," he replied flatly.

I paused as I remembered that I also needed to study. We had a quiz tomorrow. Jay noticed my reaction, so I avoided his gaze. What does he think? Does he think he's the only one allowed to worry about his studies? But that's the same reason I'm here in Korea.

"You're right. I still need to review too," I added, noticing the disbelief on his face.

I positioned myself, noting the arrival of the girl in pink in front of us. She looked serious and appeared to be the one starting our race with Jay. I glanced at Jay again, seeing him focus intently on the slide structure ahead, probably calculating equations in his mind.

"Aria, please start! I still don't have my physics assignment!" Dom pleaded, thinking Jay could easily win.

"Okay... Are you ready, Jay?" Aria asked, and Jay nodded.

"Aren't you going to ask me?" I said with a frown.

She smirked, "No, why bother?"

Annoyed, I rolled my eyes. When Aria counted down to three, Jay swiftly started biking, and I leaned casually on my bike as he took off. Was he really taking this seriously? It seemed like he wanted to give me a hard time with his assignments.

"What's she doing?"

"Why isn't she speeding up?"

As Jay approached the curve, I increased my pedaling speed. I heard gasps from Jay's friends. I grinned as I managed to keep up with Jay, surprising him. He glanced at me with disbelief but I kept pedaling. I sensed his hesitation due to the pavement's condition. I accelerated to avoid losing balance, knowing my bike might veer off if it hit a rough spot.

"Fuck! Is she really going through there?" Dom exclaimed.

"Does she want to get hurt? That's dangerous!" his girlfriend chimed in.

My bike soared through the air, and I adjusted my body to maintain control. Jay followed suit, but his landing wasn't as smooth due to his slower speed. He hadn't accelerated enough. I even executed a Wheelie trick to stabilize my bike, almost reaching the finish line.

My attention faltered when I spotted a guy with red hair from a distance. I furrowed my brows, instantly losing focus because of it.

"Seriously," I muttered, noticing Vinny's crew in the distance. 

Why were they here? Damn it. Vinny's insults about being a girl echoed in my mind. I remembered how I insulted their crew, saying biking was for kids, but here I was racing against my classmate.

My bike slowed down, giving Jay the chance to speed past me and win. Frustration etched on my face as I crossed the finish line after him.

"What was that?" Jay approached me. Anger was evident on his face.

"W-What do you mean?" I forced a laugh. "Oh come on, don't tell me you actually believe I'd win?"

He stared at me intensely. Sweaty and breathless, we locked eyes, his filled with anger.

"You did it on purpose. We both knew you would win, but why did you do that?"

“I didn’t do anything, Jay.” I said with full confidence. . "I was just bored, so I challenged you. There's no way I'll join your crew."

I couldn't tell if I was lying to myself or speaking the truth. A part of me resists joining their crew because, as I said, I'm done with biking. But being around this man changes everything. Because of him, I find myself wanting to be part of their group. To enter their competitions. I want to understand him better, to get closer to him. How is it that he effortlessly exudes such allure? He's not supposed to be my type. I mean, I have no right to call anyone a nerd when I've been called that myself. But something about him draws me in.

But of course, that's just a fantasy. He has a girlfriend. And trust me, the moment I learned she's beautiful, I quickly dismissed any thoughts about Jay from my mind.

"Don't worry; I'll still do your assignment--" I added.

"Let's do it again," Jay interrupted firmly, surprising me. "I won't accept the result if I know you let me win that easily."

"You're crazy; I just told you that you're really good--"

"What's happening here?" We both stopped when Vinny spoke behind me. Jay's friends also approached. I felt the tension between the two crews.

"What's that trash doing here?" Dom's expression changed upon seeing Joker and Wooin.

"Why didn't you invite us to your race, Demitra? I would love to see you win against their so-called ace," Wooin's tone was challenging.

"You're friends with them?" Minu asked. I was about to shake my head when Vinny spoke up.

"If she was, what about it?" Vinny's tone was dangerous, causing me to back up. He was now at eye level with Jay.  Dom was supposed to say something but Vinny cut him off. 

I tightened my grip on my palm. "This is becoming interesting," Wooin exclaimed with excitement. He was with Hyuk and Joker, exchanging glances with the Hummingbird crew.

Vinny scoffed. "So this is your training? Racing against a girl?" He said it disbelievingly to Jay.

"Since when did you start putting down girls?" Dom asked, annoyed. "Did you do this to Shelly before?"

Vinny stayed quiet.

I clenched my fist. I couldn't believe it. I recently found out from Sunny High students that Vinny used to be part of Hummingbird. Now that I realized he was friends with these people, especially Jay's girlfriend, it only fueled my anger even more.

How could he respect girl riders in Hummingbird but disrespect me? We may not be close, but he had no right to insult my abilities.

I shot Wooin a glare. "Just go. Take your crew and leave," I said firmly, trying to contain my frustration. The smirk vanished from Wooin's face, replaced by a scowl. He exchanged a tense look with me before muttering a curse and adjusting his hair in irritation.

"Fine," he turned away and motioned to his friends, especially Vinny. "We'll wait. Finish your little chat with the nerds first," he added with a sneer.

"Who're you calling a nerd, jerk?" Dom almost lunged forward but was held back by Yuna. Minu and June looked equally irritated, while Jay maintained a watchful gaze on me.

Mia, looking confused and concerned, spoke up, "What's gotten into Vinny? He's never like this, especially not with us or with riders like Shelly."

Minu's response was short and sharp, "He's just being an idiot, plain and simple."

My chest tightened as I realized they knew Vinny's behavior because they were close to him. It meant Vinny wasn't naturally disrespectful towards women; there was something personal here, and I couldn't fathom what it was besides our rocky start.

"I'll handle your assignment later," I told Jay, trying to diffuse the tension.

He met my eyes with a steely gaze. "No. We'll do it together."

I blinked in surprise. "W-What?"

"That race wasn't fair," Jay explained evenly. "I won't let you take the fall for it alone," he added, a touch of determination in his voice.

[yakai27]

Caught After Dark

Chaewon x (Black) male Reader

Tags: singer Y/N x idol, secret relationship, fluff, with pics included

  CONTEXT Kim Chaewon and Y/N, known by his stage name *The Dawn*, have been living a secret love story since the very beginning. You met back when Chaewon was still a member of IZ*ONE, and your relationship has withstood the evolution of your respective careers. 

Today, Chaewon is the charismatic leader of LE SSERAFIM, while you, Y/N, are a international R\&B superstar. Though you relationship remains hidden from the public, it is known by HYBE, the other members of LE SSERAFIM, and the staff. Despite the risks, You both can't resist the love they share—even if it means living in the shadows.

---

You ever wonder what it feels like to be in love with someone the whole world’s watching?

Like… actually watching.

Not just “oh she’s cute” kinda thing. But “millions idolize her,” fancams doing numbers in two hours, TikToks being born out of her breathing too hard.

And you?

You’re that guy.

The absolute menace who had the audacity — no, the psychological delusion — to date Kim Chaewon.

And yeah. You did that. And you still haven’t come down from it.

Tonight, you’re backstage at the KSPO Dome in Seoul. The energy? Straight-up feral. It smells like sweat, glitter, hair spray, nerves, and that insane post-concert high that hits different when a stadium just erupts.

LE SSERAFIM’s CRAZY EASY HOT Tour in Seoul just wrapped, and that final fireworks moment? Bro. They deadass dropped South Korea’s national defense budget on that stage.

You’re laid out on a random backstage couch, watching the monitor. Black hoodie on, sunglasses on (yes, at night — you’re a celebrity and a drama king), grey baggy jogging, black Nike Shox shoes. The staff’s running around like ants and you’re invisible. Perfect.

You’re staring at the screen when the girls start pouring out, half-dead, hair stuck to their foreheads, sweat everywhere, stage outfits hanging half open, but all of them smiling like maniacs.

They’re screaming, laughing, flinging towels at each other while yelling stuff like:

“YAH UNNIE I ALMOST DIED DURING ANTIFRAGILE”

“ZUHA YOUR MIC WAS OFF THE WHOLE CHOREO???”

“HONG EUNCHAE JUST DID AN UNSCHEDULED SPLIT WE’VE LOST HER”

It’s that post-show chaos. The good kind.

But you?

You’re locked in. You got one mission.

You stand up and start scanning.

Looking for her eyes.

And then — she walks out.

Chaewon.

Not the idol. Not the leader, the it-girl, the 163cm menace whose fancams make the internet malfunction.

Just… your girl.

The same girl who sent you a voice note crying at 3AM last night over a fancam of herself because she thought her voice sounded “too nasal.” 

The same girl who cried mascara into your shirt during the Unforgiven comeback. 

The same one who stole three of your hoodies — one of which you’ve literally never seen again.

She spots you.

And bro… it’s over.

She breaks into this big, toothy grin. There’s a millisecond where her brain goes “oh yeah, he’s really there,” and then she’s gone — running, full sprint — straight into your arms.

You barely catch her. Her forehead hits your chest, arms locked around your waist like you’re a damn life raft. Cameras? What cameras. You stopped caring.

Your hand slides up instinctively to the back of her neck, right under her sweaty bob. Her heart is racing.

You two just stand there. In the middle of a hallway that’s a whole traffic jam of staff and chaos.

You. And her.

One full minute. Maybe more.

And then she mumbles, all soft and raspy:

“You saw me?”

You laugh, chin brushing her hair.

“Baby, the whole damn country saw you.”

She doesn’t say anything, but you feel her smile against your chest — that tired lil smirk she gives when she’s too drained to speak. You’re absentmindedly running your hand up and down her back. She’s trembling slightly — not from cold. Just leftover adrenaline.

“The fans went feral when we did the special dance break during Antifragile.”

She leans back just enough to look at you, cheeks pink.

“You saw the body roll?”

You raise an eyebrow dramatically.

“Saw it? Babe I almost passed out.”

She giggles. You smile.

And god.

This girl.

She pushes a strand of hair off her forehead. You wanna kiss her right there. But you hold back. Barely.

“What you doing tonight?” she asks, voice a little fried from the show.

“I’m kidnapping Le Sserafim’s leader and taking her out to dinner. Somewhere far. Like no idols, no cameras kinda place.”

She laughs — a real one, eye-crinkly and everything.

“Then you better kidnap me fast, before Yunjin hits us with a two-hour ‘Let’s debrief girls there were so many pepow’.”

You smirk, hand still on her back.

“I’m already outside. BMW’s on. Sexy kidnapper in position.”

She tilts her head all mock-impressed.

“Hmm. Tempting.”

“R&B mix playing. Curated by yours truly — The Dark himself.”

She rolls her eyes playfully.

“You’re really flexing your own playlist?”

“Baby. I’m the main course. The playlist’s just the appetizer.”

She smacks your chest laughing.

“Well keep the main course hot, ‘cause I’m hungry tonight.”

Then she slowly heads toward the dressing rooms, throwing one last look over her shoulder.

That tired, cheeky, in-love look.

And you dip out.

You head for the service exit. It’s dark out. The air’s heavy with leftover fan screams still echoing in the night.

You open the door of your black BMW M4, slide into the driver’s seat, and hit play on your track — *Call Me Anytime*.

You start scrolling Twitter. Fancams already going viral. Edits, slow-mos, dramatic zooms. You scroll a little faster when you see backstage clips showing up.

Lowkey praying none of them caught your couch potato moment.

But honestly? If they did...

Let it be known:

You’re not just a fan.

You’re her man.

---

 9:17 PM.

Before dinner, you took a minute to freshen up. Back to ur place. Hot shower. Few sprays of your signature scent. Slid into a clean Corteiz denim fit — dark wash, tailored just right. Subtle chain, light styling, diamond ear piercings. You take one last look in the mirror. Tonight, you wanna be unforgettable. Problem-core.

Chaewon, on the other hand, was exhausted from the show but powered from going out with you. You sent her a text.

“When can i pick u up miss ?”

“Give me 30 min.”

She jumped in the shower, got her hair back in check, and threw on something lowkey but killer.

A blue oversize crop shirt, a grey Miu Miu skirt, heeled boots, a and white Prada bag. Minimal but hot.

In the dorm living room, the girls were posted up — Kazuha tapping on her iPad, Sakura knitting like a grandma in front of some show, Yunjin deep in TikTok, and Eunchae half-asleep on her shoulder.

Chaewon walks past them, bag in hand, sunglasses and cap ready.

Yunjin looks up.

“Where you going looking like a secret agent on a mission with those sunglasses at night ?”

Chaewon slips on her cap over her freshly ironed bob, smirking.

“Top secret rendezvous.”

“Oh so Y/N’s a classified op now?” Sakura throws in, not even looking up.

“Shhh,” Chaewon holds a finger to her lips. “Walls got ears.”

Kazuha lifts her head, curious.

“Y’all going out? Like out -out?”

“He’s waiting downstairs. Restaurant, I think.”

“Luxury vibe or tteokbokki-in-a-parking-lot core?” Yunjin asks, deadpan.

Chaewon throws her a helpless look.

Eunchae mumbles half-asleep:

“Did he give you his cologne? ‘Cause unnie… the front door smells like ‘Y/N was here and claimed this zone.’”

The room explodes in laughter. Chaewon fake-pouts and sticks her tongue out.

“Alright I’m leaving before this turns into a press conference.”

Yunjin raises her cup.

“Tell him we said hi. And that he better come back with gyozas.”

Chaewon, halfway out the door, grins.

“Noted. If I forget, you guys can stage an intervention.”

“Word,” Yunjin replies, 100% serious. “Intervention and a fine.”

Chaewon slides on the sunglasses. Mid-level attempt at disguise — she’s always been trash at low profile.

You’re outside waiting, leaning on your car. The night’s cool, calm. And finally, a silhouette shows up.

Her silhouette. Goddamn.

She walks up and plants a kiss on your cheek.

“Let’s go, driver. I’m starving.”

She hops into the passenger seat. Sunglasses swallowing her whole face, wearing your cologne, your cap.

She shuts the door and looks at you sideways. You grin.

She’s still instantly recognizable. Even in incognito mode. Her aura just screams “I’m the main character,” even if she was wearing pajamas.

“You reek of the stage,” you laugh, pulling out.

She takes off her shades and gives you that fake annoyed look, eyes sparkling.

“You reek of ego.”

You fake-gasp. “Touché,” you mumble with a smirk.

“But I kinda like it.”

You start driving.

She reaches out her hand. You grab it instinctively, your fingers locking like second nature. Her thumb brushes little circles on your skin.

Silence. Not awkward. Just… warm. Like a song you don’t need to hear to feel.

You gently speed up. Headed to that spot you booked.

Not some hidden idol trap with Comic Sans “PRIVATE” signs.

Nah. You booked the real deal.

Big energy. Big main character vibes. Just the two of you.

---

 9:54 PM

Hidden in a no-name building in Mapo-gu, the place looks so lowkey you’d think it’s a damn Yakuza safehouse. But once you pass the lobby and the facial recognition elevator (yes, it’s giving elite), you walk into a space that just screams old money energy but in a “quiet luxury” way.

The interior’s minimalist, straight out of a Japanese Ryōtei dream. Light wood walls, warm lighting, tatami floors, and sliding panels that separate the private rooms. Soft ambiance. No windows. No cameras. Just pure, unbothered exclusivity.

You lead Chaewon to a private room at the end of the hall. The staff welcomes you with soft smiles, all dressed in sleek black modern kimonos. You both take your shoes off at the entrance. She walks in first.

And stops dead in her tracks.

“Okayyyy…”

she breathes out, clearly impressed.

A shallow water basin cuts through the room, with a small wooden bridge leading to the table. Koi fish swim slowly underneath. Scented candles float gently on the surface. It’s giving high-budget K-Drama, Netflix × AppleTV crossover episode.

You let her take it in.

“This looks like a drama scene.”

You smile. “Babe, our whole life is a drama.”

“Shut up.” She laughs, but it’s soft—whispery almost.

“You booked the whole place?”

“Just the room. I ain’t Jay-Z… yet.”

“You could be.” She side-eyes you, lips pursed into that smirk that always comes right before she says some unserious shit.

You raise a brow.

“You really see me with Beyoncé on my arm and a yacht in the south of France?”

“Well… I am Beyoncé. You don’t need anyone else.”

You laugh like an idiot. She’s ridiculous. You’re obsessed.

Dinner is a traditional Kaiseki tasting menu. Eleven dishes. Served one by one, in silence, every movement precise. It’s elegant. Refined. And her? She’s unbothered as hell.

She eats like she’s back in the dorm. Makes little “mmmh” noises and claps after every bite. Closes her eyes when she chews. Makes you taste everything with her chopsticks—even when you already have the same dish in front of you.

“Mine has more wasabi, taste it,” she insists.

You bite. A second later, it shoots straight into your sinuses.

“HOLY SHIT.” You start coughing.

She cackles, hand over her mouth trying not to choke.

“You got a baby throat. Rookie behavior.”

“I have a sensitive voice, thank you.”

“Want me to buy you a sippy cup next time?” She shrugs, fake concerned.

You narrow your eyes, smirking. “You know you’re gonna pay for that, right?”

“Promise me,” she says, eyes glittering with chaos.

She steals food from your plate with zero remorse. Always picks the prettiest, priciest pieces (obviously). Gives you the plain ones back like you’re not gonna notice.

“You steal from my plate like a stray cat.”

“I prefer feral cat, thanks.”

She sips some yuzu iced tea. She's wearing that ring you gave her years ago for your anniversary. It’s hanging from a thin chain around her neck, hidden under her shirt. You spot it when she leans forward to grab a sashimi. You don’t say anything, but your gaze lingers a second too long.

She notices.

“You know the food’s on your plate, right?”

“I was looking at the ring, you perv.”

“You know I touch it every time we go on stage ?”

“You mean like a good luck charm or…?”

“Nah. More like… a reminder that you’re always with me.”

You smile. You’re done. So far gone. In love like a fool.

She sets her chopsticks down, stretches with her arms high over her head.

“I’m full. We should sleep for three days straight.”

“Sounds like a dream. I drop you off, stay over, and we hibernate like two grizzly bears.”

She smiles and blinks slowly. You know that look. She’s drained.

“You staying at the dorm tonight?” she asks gently, reaching across the table for your hand.

“If your lil gremlin members don’t jump me…”

You stop mid-sentence, sighing.

“But I probably should say no, on principle.”

“But you’re gonna say yes, right baby?”

You smile. Yeah. You always do.

“We’ll see when we get there. I’ll drop you off first.”

---

 12:34 AM.

You two step out of the restaurant.

The night’s quiet but cold. The street is dead silent, just the sound of your footsteps. The city’s asleep. The streetlights cast long shadows on the sidewalk.

Her arm’s looped around yours, her fingers tracing invisible letters on your skin. Her head’s on your shoulder.

You feel her smile against you. That quiet, peaceful kind of smile. Like, inner peace but make it Kim Chaewon*.

Your other hand’s in your jacket pocket, keys lightly clinking. Your mind’s already jumping ahead. Maybe a drive. Maybe another laugh. Maybe just crashing at the dorm.

But then—

 Flash.

You squint. Eyes narrow.

A white light slices your vision. You turn your head. Nothing — at first.

Then you take another step.

 Flash. Flash. FLASH.

“Fucking hell—”

You yank her into you instinctively. She gasps, nails clutching your sleeve.

Shapes. In the distance. Three, maybe four. Flashes popping nonstop. That sharp *click* of a professional camera.

You glance further. Ten meters out, left side. A black car, parked all messy. Half in shadow.

A guy crouched behind it. Camera up. Black jacket, jeans. Then you see it.

A badge.

 Dispatch.

Your stomach legit drops. Like swallowing ice water.

Chaewon freezes.

Her fingers dig into you harder. Like she’s scared they’ll pull her away from you.

She lifts her eyes slowly. You see the panic right away. Her lips are trembling.

“Chae, look at me,” you say softly, leaning down to meet her gaze. “Breathe. We’re gonna act normal, okay? If we freak out and run, it only makes it worse when the PR team has to do damage control.”

She blinks. Once. Twice. Flashes still going like gunshots in the quiet.

“I…” She shakes her head, barely hearing you. “Fuck. Y/N… they got us, didn’t they?”

You glance back at the guy behind the car. He’s still aiming. Click. Click. Click.

You shut your eyes for half a second. You wanna scream, but you stay calm. For her.

You nod. “Yeah. They got us.”

Chaewon breathes in, but it’s shaky.

“Come on,” you say.

You grab her hand gently, pick up the pace. No more strolling. Your arm’s around her like a damn shield. You've never wanted to destroy a camera more in your life.

Your BMW M4 is up the block, under a streetlight. You press the key. *Beep.* Lights flash.

“Fucking knew it…” you mutter. “How the hell did they know we were here? I heard something earlier… thought I was being paranoid.”

“Why now…?” she whispers. “We were so careful.”

“Because this is their entire existence. And tonight? Jackpot.”

You open the passenger door for her. She climbs in silently, head down. You shut the door, sprint to the driver’s side. Start the engine. Pull out with one sharp move.

You drive. Fast. Silence thick.

Chaewon stares out the window. Quiet. Overthinking.

You glance over. “Hey… look at me.”

She turns.

“We’re gonna get through this. Together. Like always, okay? We’ll find a way.”

She nods. Doesn’t say a word. But she squeezes your hand on the gear stick—tight. Almost painful.

You lift your joined hands and kiss hers. “You’re not facing this alone.”

And in your head, one word:

  Fuck.

As the dorm gets closer, you speak up.

“Yo babe…”

“Hmm?” She looks at you.

“I’m not coming up tonight.”

She raises her brow slightly. “You don’t want to?”

“I do. Like way too much.” You laugh, hands up like surrender. “But we just got exposed once. I’d rather not hand Dispatch another photo set on a silver platter.”

She stares, nods slowly. Quiet. Then sighs.

“Okay. I get it. You’re right.”

You rest your hand on her cheek, thumb brushing her skin gently.

“I swear, once this blows over, I’ll make it up to you.”

“You better,” she says, smiling faintly—but yeah. You can tell. She’s a little hurt. She leans in, kisses your cheek soft.

The ride back is chill. Summer Walker plays low in the background. Her fingers keep brushing over your hand on the gearshift.

When you reach the dorm, she thanks you softly.

“Thanks for tonight, babe.”

“You don’t gotta thank me, baby. It was amazing. And after everything you did for the concert, you deserved a lil peace. I’m just lucky I got solo time with the Kim Chaewon herself.”

“Shut up,” she laughs sleepily. “But really… I missed this. Just us.”

Before getting out, she leans in, kisses you again. Longer this time. Then she opens the door, steps out, turns back. You lower the window.

“I’ll text you once I’m inside,” she says.

“Btw Don’t overthink the Dispatch thing. Get some sleep.” You grin. “And watch out for Zuha opening the door in a towel again.”

“I briefed her, don’t worry,” she smiles before disappearing into the building. “Good night, baby.” 

You blow her a kiss and watch her vanish inside, then drive off into the dark. Brain foggy. Heart tense from earlier.

---

 7:49 AM. The next day.

 Twitter is in flames.

You’re still in bed. Shirtless. Sheets tangled around your waist. Phone in hand. Half-awake, fully wrecked.

Your watch on the nightstand reads 07:49. Your phone screen?

Absolute chaos.

 DISPATCH DROPS BOMBSHELL : 

> “KIM CHAEWON SPOTTED ON A DATE WITH INTERNATIONAL SINGER THE DARK.”

 (Spoiler alert: ur cooked, bestie.)

You click.

Boom.

The pics.

Right when you two left the restaurant. Streetlight lighting up your faces just enough.

You: 6’1”, the raw denim Corteiz fit, oversized jacket half-open over a fitted black tee. Curls on your forehead, diamonds in your ears, subtle chain catching light.

Her: The blue oversize crop shirt, a grey Miu Miu skirt, heeled boots making her legs look ten miles long, sleek hair, Prada bag in hand. Clinging to your arm like a walking fanfic.

You wanna laugh. And throw up.

Under the tweet, the replies are UNHINGED :

 @pupufan: "this man’s literally R&B poison stay away from her omg"

@fearbitch94: “she deserves someone normal not a walking toxic boy with emotional damage”

 @y/nslutcentral: "THE DARK dates idols?? What a multiverse, my roman empire."

@nugudetective: “he looked at her like she healed his depression”

 @darklingzforever: “don’t care. he’s HIM. if chaewon’s happy, we happy.”

@chaeslilangel: "if they hurt her i’m becoming a full-time anti. no one touches my girl."

@thedarkfanacc: “he’s a menace, a heartbreaker, a walking sin. she ate.”

@darkxchaewon: “can they just confirm it so i can make edits in peace??”

You open Messages.

  Groupchat with Le Sserafim: “6 eaters in da hood”

Yunjin: “BABE WAKE UP WE GOT DISPATCHED”

Sakura: “who tf took that pic i want their camera and their location”

Kazuha: “u guys were cute tho ngl”

Eunchae: “am i allowed to like the tweet”

You: “Yall mind if i kms real quick”

Chaewon: *“if u go i go”*

Yunjin: “STOP ROMANTICIZING SUICIDE U LUNATICS”

Sakura: “can we at least go viral together?”

You: “bruh i’m 2 seconds away from calling hybe and saying i got abducted by a lookalike”

Kazuha: “nah the chain gave you away”

Chaewon: “and the height”

Eunchae: “and the aura”

Sakura: “and the main character syndrome”

Yunjin: “AND THE WAY SHE’S CLINGING TO UR ARM LIKE A TINY WIFE”

You: “ok i get it u bullies”

You drop your phone on your chest. Stare at the ceiling. One part of you is spiraling.

Another part is weirdly… relieved. Like it was meant to happen eventually.

Your phone buzzes.

A text from Chae 💍

Chae 💍: “I’m sorry… I should’ve let go of your arm…”

You: “Stop. I loved that you didn’t. And even if you had, we’d still be caught by those roaches.”

Chae 💍: “So what now?”

You: “We breathe. Let HYBE cook. And until then… we don’t flinch.”

You tap your chest twice like you’re hyping yourself up. Close your eyes.

Throat tight.

But yeah… you’re smiling.

---

 9AM.

You were still dead in your bed when your phone started buzzing on your nightstand.

Not a cute “fan DM” buzz. Not a dumbass meme from Yunjin.

This one was different. Serious. Heavy. A call.

From HYBE staff.

You squint, barely functional, eyes burning from the lack of sleep. The screen’s blinding but you answer without even thinking.

“Y/N-ssi, this is Hyung from the creative team. You need to come to the company. Be here by 9:45. Urgent.”

His voice? Dry as hell. The kind that erases all your plans — even the fake ones in your head.

Bro didn’t even say good morning.

“Is something wrong?” you ask, knowing damn well the answer.

“We’ll explain in person. It’s… about a photo. You probably already know what I’m talking about.”

You exhale.

“I’m coming,” you mutter, your voice still half-asleep, but your heart? Already running a full damn marathon.

You jump out of bed and hit the shower — quick but surgical. The cold water shocks your brain awake. You can’t afford a single L today. Not when she’s involved.

You pass the mirror, shirtless, hair dripping, water sliding down your neck tattoo. You pause. Staring.

Trying to see if you look guilty.

Half-smirk.

“Damn, I’m too hot to be in a scandal.”

But time’s ticking. You throw on grey jogging, fresh white Air Force 1s, a clean white tee, and a matching grey puffer — just zipped low enough to show your gold chain.

Gotta look lowkey but still flex, just a little.

Cartier Santos on your wrist — Chaewon’s birthday gift from last year. Subtle. Personal.

You adjust your ring, hit one spray of your signature scent, and dip.

---

  9:30AM.

You slide into your BMW M4. Engine roars like it knows there’s drama coming.

Phone on the dash.

Playlist running:

  Brent Faiyaz – “Dead Man Walking.”

The irony is almost funny.

You drive on autopilot. Zoned tf out. Meanwhile, people on the street walking around like you’re not currently Trending Topic #1 in South Korea.

Your phone lights up.

 Text from Chae 💍:

“They called me too. I’m already here.”

“I’m gonna pass out I swear.”

You don’t answer. You’re gripping the wheel too tight.

Not because you’re scared for you.

You’re scared for her.

---

 9:47AM.

HYBE meeting room. Ice-cold AC.

Three managers. One PR dude. Some stylist who probably walked into the wrong room.

And you.

And Chaewon.

“We’re handling the narrative. Deny everything. Say it’s a lookalike,” one of the managers says, arms crossed like he just cured lying.

You raise an eyebrow.

“A lookalike? With my exact neck tattoo, wearing my literal gold chain? Plus it doesn’t erase the fact that Chaewon was seen with a man, linked to his arm.”

“WE. DENY. EVERYTHING.”

You let out a low laugh. Stylists click pens. The public relations guy avoids eye contact.

Chaewon’s sitting beside you.

She looks different than last night. A black Hoodie way too big — probably yours, the one u’ve been searching for weeks. Light blue Baggy jeans. No makeup. Just her eyes — and that clenched jaw like she’s holding in a scream.

You feel her leg shaking under the table.

You reach over, lowkey, and rest your hand on her thigh. Thumb tracing slow circles.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, not even looking at you.

“For what?” you ask.

“For dragging you into this.”

You turn to her.

“Babe…”

You look at her. For real.

“I dragged myself into this. And I’d do it again tomorrow. I’m the one who should be sorry.”

She finally turns her head. Her eyes are glassy. Not crying yet — but close.

You keep looking at her like you’re trying to physically absorb her pain.

The room goes still.

Even the stylist stops fiddling with his ring.

PR guy clears his throat.

“We… could also go a different route,” he says, glancing between the two of you.

You sit up. “Like what?”

“Well… you two already knew each other.  What if we say it’s for a creative project? Music collab. Concept shoot. Something artsy.”

You tilt your head. Lips tight.

“A creative project… that could work. Would explain us walking together. Staff being aware. Me showing up to the show.”

“Exactly,” a manager nods. “You kept it quiet to protect the project.”

Chaewon nods slowly.

“I could say I’ve been wanting to work with him for a long time… that I’m a fan of his work.”

You smirk, cocky.

“Oh? You’re a fan now? Since when, exactly?”

“Shut up,” she mumbles — but she’s smiling. Just a little.

Another manager sighs, rubbing his temples.

“We’ll prep the statement. Tease the project. Drop a blurry video. Studio pics. Sell the fantasy.”

You raise your phone.

“I’ve got videos from the studio. Us working on an unreleased track.”

Every head turns to you.

“You’re actually making a song together?”

“Not officially,” you shrug. “But if y’all need it to be official…”

PR dude is already scribbling notes like it’s Grammy night.

“Perfect. We fake a collab. Sell the creative tension. Win-win for everyone.”

Chaewon exhales. A little lighter. You feel her leg finally go still under the table.

Yeah, this is messy. But at least you’re in it together.

And the solution ?

It’s still you two.

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part 2 ? (Imma be real, already writting it)

sorry for my eng, im not a native, first fic, tell me whachu think and if u want others 🐒

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 90 (Under Pressure)

cw: a bit of coarse language from River, it's just his voice.

Light snow fell over Sable Square on this sunny winter morning, and Conrad tensed his shoulders as he opened the front door. But his best friend and future brother-in-law stood before him, and Conrad relaxed as he stepped out to greet him.

"Hey Riv. What are you doing here? We're gonna be in Henford in two days."

"I'm off for a few weeks with Cass and baby Sammy, but I wanted to talk when we weren't surrounded by family," River said. "Everyone's kinda worried about you, you know."

"Everything's fine. Work's just a little stressful right now."

"Yeah? Those security cameras are pretty intense. You've got that restraining order, and Hazel said you guys brought home a ghost from your date last night...?"

"He's not a ghost anym- Is there anything your family doesn't talk about with each other?"

"Not really, but you knew that already. Are my sister and her kids in some kind of danger?"

Conrad shook his head stiffly. "No."

River studied him. "That's good, because you know if you put a Landgraab in danger, that old bitch who hates my sister will probably have you killed."

He laughed a little but wasn't kidding, and Conrad shifted uncomfortably. "I've got to get to work soon, but come on in for a few minutes."

River followed him inside and greeted Gord with a smile. "You're also about to miss the deadline for our fantasy sportsball league."

"I completely forgot that was this week. I'm sorry. Maybe I should skip it this time around. My head's kind of jammed lately. I haven't even kept up on offseason trades."

"Dude, you're not okay at all. You're the first one in every season..."

"Riv, I just have a lot going on." He tried, but failed, to bottle his frustration with himself, but his reply came out terse and unwelcoming. If everyone could see his stress, he wasn't managing his secrets, but he didn't mean to take it out on River. "Sorry."

"It's alright...I brought the number for that ring designer you asked for, too." He paused, and Conrad didn't fill the silence. "You should go see Cass' mom. Every time she calls, she says how stressed you are. Cass thinks she talks like you're one of her kids, but that's Bella Goth for you - everyone's family to her. Besides, you and my sister have gotten into some real Goth-flavoured shit the last couple years, so it's no wonder she's started thinking of you like family."

Conrad laughed, trying to lighten the mood. "Maybe it's just a Brindleton Bay thing for everyone in town to pick up strays. How are you doing? How's Michael adjusting to having a new baby at home?"

"Michael loves Sammy, but he doesn't understand why the baby just stares at him so far."

"Ash was like that. Now Lavender tries babbling with him and he's a lot more interested. Seeing them together kinda makes me wish I had a sibling or two."

"Dude, you've got plenty these days." River stood from the sofa and tightened his scarf. "Listen, I'll get going. I told Cass I'd stop in to see her mother before I left town, myself. It'll be great to see you this weekend, and just...take it easy, okay? No case is more important than my sister and those kids."

"They're my entire world, man. If they're ever in danger, I'll do anything to keep them safe. Thank you for coming by, but I'm handling the stress. I swear to the Watcher."

River leaned in for a hug before they both left the house on Sable Square. He thought about their conversation the whole way to the precinct, about Heather's suspicions, needy Ximena, and angry old George Brindleton. By the time Conrad made it to work, he felt like his heart could explode from his chest.

He made a beeline for the break room and hit redial on the unlisted number he knew would be Ximena. This time, she picked up after only two rings.

"Conrad, do you need me?"

"Where's your brother?" He kept his voice low to ensure no one might overhear if they walked in the room.

"If I knew, I wouldn't have found you to ask for help."

"You found me before you said he went missing. What did you want then? Just me, right? Then what? Things start to go a little sideways with the cartel and you remember I said I'd help you if you ever left, the day I finally left you? But you never left, did you? When's the last time you worked for Los Tigres?"

"Four months ago."

"You and Jimmy, huh. How did it go?"

"It should have gone better!"

"Did they take your brother?"

"It's possible."

"Ximena, I can't do this. I can't help you. I've got kids. I'm not getting mixed up with you and that world again. When it might've been some degenerates trying to mess with the cartel, it was different."

"So you're just going to let them do whatever they want with him? Like they did with me before I took my future into my own hands?"

"You figured out how to beat the cartel at their own game once. If you're really against them and this isn't another lie, do it again for your brother. I'm not going to start investigating the cartel just because they've cut you out after too many bad deliveries." She stammered, and Conrad sighed. "Did you not think I'd read your file after you found me again? You don't even know that's who took Rafa."

"So you're really out? Even though it's Rafa." The sweet voice she put on for him had disappeared.

"Good luck, Ximena. I'm out."

He shook from a mix of anger and guilt when he hung up the phone and blocked her latest number. He was angry at her, but angrier at himself for letting it get this far. To never see her again wouldn't trouble him, but the mystery of Rafa's disappearance wouldn't be so easy to leave behind.

Yet River was right, as usual. He had to let it go. Heather and his family deserved his attention more than Ximena. More than Rafa.

He changed into shorts and a t-shirt and found one of the punching bags unoccupied in the upstairs gym. He funnelled a torrent of guilt and frustration through his gloves, pounding the leather bag at the end of his gloved fists.

For the rest of the day, Conrad stuck close to his desk to organize his case files. When 6p.m. hit, his head still clouded with stress, he clocked out and headed home.

But he remembered what River suggested and changed course, driving his cruiser across the bridge to Cavalier Cove, instead. ->

<- Previous Chapter | Gen 2 Start | Gen 1 Summary | Gen 1 Start

Meanwhile, Ximena returned home and made herself a sandwich. Anyone recognize her apartment? ����

[woniverse-writes]

"MOTH TO A FLAME (part 2)"

Bada Lee x Fem!Reader

part 1.5 ⟵ part 2 ⟶ part 3

series masterlist

summary: y/n l/n is the youngest team member of Jam Republic, competing in the second season of Street Woman Fighter. she’s got the sweetest smile and the most vibrant personality, but she also may or may not be the biggest hothead on the show when it comes to defending her teammates. apparently that’s attractive to Bada Lee.

word count: 12.8k (i'm so sorry)

warnings: swearing, suggestive at times, both Bada and reader are highkey obsessed with each other, Redlic, reader is described as younger and small a lot, Bada is kinda confusing with her feelings, sometimes isn't very accurate to swf's actual plot, also this isn't proofread so... sorry for any mistakes lol- lemme know if I missed anything!

After heading back to their rooms, each team celebrates finishing the first mission. some are more excited than others, based on their ranking. Like Jam Republic for example, whose first thought is to shake some ass for their victory. Kirsten and y/n keep posing and dancing toward the camera, blowing kissing, and having fun again.

“I can’t believe we just did that” Audrey sighs out, flopping back on the couch. Y/n piles on top of her, causing the slightly older girl to dramatically huff out a breath as to tease Y/n for plopping on her. The younger adjusts quickly and stares at her friend with a glare that holds no real malice, but is simply another teasing moment between the two. Audrey laughs and squeezes Y/n’s face.

“Oh, angry bunny!” she shakes the girl's head from side to side, still holding her face. The younger whines out loudly in protest, quickly pulling herself away and running to the other side of the room. The other members laugh in admiration of their youngest members.

“I hate it when you do that!” Y/n continues to whine but she also laughs along with her crew.

“Oh, but if Bada did it it’d be fine, right?” Ling provokes, and all heads whip in her direction. She has a knowing smirk and all the members burst out laughing with wide eyes as their youngest stands there shocked beyond words.

“That- that’s not- that is absolutely NOT true.” Y/n tries to suppress her nervous smile, but her bright red face and inability to cohesively string a sentence along doesn’t help her case.

“Right… yeah okay we believe you…” Emma crosses her arms and relaxes, letting out the last of her chuckles. Y/n throws her hands up and nods about to move on before it all goes downhill again.

“Puppy” Emma finished off her previous statement, sending her teammates into an even more intense frenzy of screams and chaos.

“ENOUGH” y/n’s screaming and covering her face in embarrassment, falling to the floor and curling up in a ball. They’re all laughing so hard their faces are red, and some even have tears streaming down their faces. Kirsten is trying really hard to be a responsible leader and get them to pull themselves together, but every time she looks over and meets y/n’s panicked puppy eyes she can’t help but start laughing again.

“Okay, okay, we need to take a lap and pull ourselves together” Kirsten manages to get out as everyone has calmed down for the most part. Shortly after, an announcement appears on the screen and the host is back, beginning to explain the next mission.

After it’s explained how the competition is going to work, and each team has picked its members, the lineups are revealed. The rookie class is revealed first and every team just about loses their minds when they see y/n is put in rookie.

“Ugh, I knew she was gonna be here, but I was just really hoping somehow she wouldn’t” Redy whines into her hands, receiving a comforting shoulder pat from Harimu. When Bebe sees the lineup, they’re just as worked up seeing y/n as a rookie.

"How is this even fair???" Tatter whines in despair, throwing her head back and running her hands down her face.

"Oh girl… You better get to work NOW" Lusher adds in, leaning back in her seat, side-eying the blonde.

"Maybe she's not good at choreographing…" Bada tries to ease Tatters’s mind, but as everyone  turns to look at her, they can all tell even Bada doesn't believe her own words by the way she sinks into her seat

"You can't be serious right now." Tatter scoffs, covering her face and groaning.

"Yeah I'm sorry, I don't know what you want me to say- I can't think of a single bad thing to say about that girl." 

"Yeah, we know" Bada's mouth drops open slightly at the jab from Cheche, who has a slight smirk on her face. To be completely honest, Bada didn’t know what to expect. It made the most sense to put y/n in the rookie class, as she’s the youngest in her crew and has danced less years than some of the others. BUT- she also has a ton of experience in different settings and styles, making her a versatile performer. Knowing her background, Bada can’t help but worry for her teammate as well as the others who have to go up against her.

The rest of the lineups are revealed and everyone gets working on choreography. Y/n is really excited yet focused as she works on her routine. The vibe of the song suits her style well and she feels confident that her choreography will at least be one of the top choices. She brings attention to every beat by articulating her movements and adjusting the strength of each one in accordance with the strength of the beat. The girl feels good about it, feeling her interpretation was executed well, but she wants to express the lyrics directly more. Having some basic knowledge of the Korean language was definitely helpful in times like this. 

When it’s time to present the choreographies, y/n is one of the last to show hers, and everyone is blown away. Most of them weren’t expecting her to directly interpret the lyrics as well as incorporate the beats. Her combination of straightforward articulation and usage of lyricism, on top of her naturally flawless musicality really drew everyone in and caused her to stand out. When it came time to decide the choreography that everyone wanted to do, almost everyone thought y/n’s was the best… but that meant nothing in this competition. 

"Y/n, I thought your choreography was amazing, and I'd love to dance it…" Redy starts, but a timid smile appears on her face. Y/n begins to smile gratefully before hearing the rest of Redy’s statement.

"After the competition… I think you'd be uneatable and no one else would stand a chance if we did this choreography. I'm sorry." She nods her head in apology, and y/n nods hers in understanding.

The time comes for them to all make their final decisions and Rena is the only one to vote for y/n, who happens to be the only one to vote for Rena as well. After Capri’s choreography was chosen, they all quickly conversed about when they would be back to start learning it, then went their separate ways. Along the way, y/n was stopped by Rena.

“They must be really scared of you” the Tsuba Kill member declares with a joking lilt in her voice as she walks up to match pace with the younger girl/ Y/n turns her head to look and Rena before grinning a little.

“I could say the same about you. We both got dropped for the same reason.” Y/n replies disappointed but not surprised. Rena ‘tsks’ and tilts her head, laughing off her annoyance.

“Ehhh, what can you do?” she shrugs before continuing, “We’ll just have to work even harder to prove why we’re the only ones suited for the main dancer position, right?” the older girl challenges raising an eyebrow at y/n. The younger girl raises her eyebrows in response, then sticks her hand out to Rena.

“I think we’re gonna make a good team.” She smiles and jokes slightly. Rena giggles and shakes her hand before they go to their individual rooms.

Yeah so Tatter comes back from the meeting and everyone can immediately sense her stress, so she explains how everything went down.

"I really loved y/n's choreography, but I knew she'd look best doing it, so I couldn't bring myself to vote for her" Tatter sits back and sighs, running her hands down her face. All of Bebe nods and hums in understanding. Not even Bada tries to counter the fact that y/n would look best doing her choreo, because it’s true, and she couldn’t bring herself to lie about that. 

“It’s okay, you made the right decision. It’s better for you to have chosen something you were confident in learning and executing, rather than something you wouldn't have been able to achieve in the short period of time we have.” the leader calmly reassures her member and pats her head, smoothing out her hair.

When y/n returns to Jam Republic’s hideout, she’s not as visibly as upset as she was before talking with Rena. 

“How’d it go??” Kirsten asked with wide eyes, seated and ready to listen. Latrice tuned in but continued to work on her own choreography. Y/n sighed and closed her eyes for a second.

“I did really well” she started with her eyes still closed. Kirsten straightens her stature and throws her hands up in excitement.

“That’s great!! And you must've done REALLY well for you to be able to say that yourself-” she praises her youngest dancer, excited to see her recognizing her own talent, but then Kirsten takes notice of the lack of excitement on the other end. Her face drops slightly and she lets out a sigh

“But…” Kirsten urges, and y/n takes a deep breath

“But they all thought I did too well… they all loved my choreo and wanted to learn it, but not for the competition. None of them want to compete because they think I’ll look the best doing it, and no one else will stand a chance.” she explains and looks even more disappointed than before. Kirsten clicks her tongue and stands to give her a hug. Latreice stops working on her piece and also comes to embrace the girl.

“That’s such a stupid reason not to vote for your choreography. They should be picking based on which one is the best, and if they recognized yours as the best but still didn’t pick it, it’s because they’re intimidated…” Kirsten begins to explain, tucking a piece of hair behind y/n's ear, and then petting her hair affectionately.

“Exactly, so now you just need to go out there and show them exactly why they should still be intimidated. Because no matter who’s choreography gets chosen, you’re gonna eat it up.” Latrice finishes, gently rubbing the younger girl's back. Y/n exhales and nods.

The next day of practice goes well and y/n feels confident with Capri’s choreography. It was easy, but she knew how to accentuate and execute each move to suit her style best. When they all finish learning their respective dances, the teams meet back the next day to battle for the main dancer position. They have a few minutes before they actually start shooting, so most dancers are getting some last-minute practice in or discussing with their team. Both Jam Republic and Bebe are working non-stop to perfect the pieces they’re about to compete. When y/n pauses to grab water, Bada sees this as an opportunity to quickly catch up, and maybe even an opportunity to psych her out a little in favor of Tatter. Did Bada feel bad thinking this way? Of course she did, but she held no ill intent, she just knew y/n would be amazing no matter what, so maybe just a little bit more pressure and it’d cause her nerves to hinder her a bit. Because at the end of the day, this was still a competition, and Bada was dedicated to winning.

The Bebe leader sauntered over to a focused y/n with a cool expression. The younger girl stood with her hands on her hips, head back and eyes closed as she caught her breath. Bada didn’t want to startle her necessarily, but we all know how she loves to tease. The older girl tugged on y/n’s beanie, pulling it down over her eyes, causing her to yelp in surprise and stand up straight, quickly pulling the hat off her own head. Her wide eyes meet Bada’s, who’s busy giggling at her shocked expression- but when she processes everything, her hands are back on her hips and she tilts her head with what’s supposed to be a stern expression.

“Hey.” is all y/n says and it has Bada dying laughing. Both of their respective teams are now subtly watching the interaction. 

“You should probably put your hate back on” Bada raises an eyebrow and crosses her arms as she recommends the younger girl. Y/n fakes pouts and crosses her arms as well.

“And why should I? Hm?” she questions raising her own eyebrows. Bad pokes the inside of her cheek with her tongue and grins, pleasantly surprised at y/n’s lack of obvious nerves. She notices the girl’s slight blush, but that’s her only present giveaway.

“Because your hair is a mess” she states calmly but still teasing, and ruffles the short girl’s hair, messing it up even more. Y/n whines and moves her head back so it’s out of Bada’s reach. She pouts and tries to fix her hair by running her fingers through it.

“You’re so mean to me!” she pouts trying not to smile or laugh, the blush on her face becoming much more intense as Bada continues to laugh at her. y/n finally gives up on trying to fix her hair and turns to fully face Bada again.

“Fix it.” she demands, looking up at Bada, still pouting. It’s the older girl’s turn to be shocked, as her eyes widen immensely and her face goes red in an instant.

“Eh?” she tilts her head and giggles, only slightly confused. 

“You made my hair a mess, so you fix it.” The small dancer just continues to talk with a pout, still trying not to smile, waiting for Bada to do something. The older dancer hesitates slightly before sighing and pretending to be annoyed at the demands, before starting to run her fingers through y/n’s hair. The second Bada’s hand makes contact with y/n’s head, the pout from the younger of the two immediately dissipates into a gentle smile. She’s staring up into Bada’s eyes, who happens to be avoiding eye contact, opting to focus on smoothing out y/n’s hair. 

“There, you should be good.” Bada nods, still not meeting y/n’s eyes, causing a small pout to return to the younger’s face. She just takes the beanie that y/n is still holding and positions it neatly on her head, tucking her hair so it sits comfortably but still looks nice. Meanwhile, anyone who happens to look over right now would how lovestruck y/n is by the older dancer. Her eyes glitter and she’s trying so hard to suppress the biggest smile ever that she has to bite her lip- which in turn causes Bada to have to focus even harder on anything besides the girl in front of her. When she finally does glance down to meet y/n’s eyes, Bada’s breath catches in her throat, not expecting the look she was getting from the younger girl. 

“Alright, get out of here. Go back to practicing.” Bada turns y/ns by her shoulders and shoves her slightly back in the direction of her team. Y/n just laughs, feeling so at peace with Bada, not realizing the effect she has on her.

“You’re the one who came over here to bother me!” the younger of the two exclaims, still laughing and watching Bada retreat backward, still keeping an eye on her. The older waves a hand dismissively and shakes her head.

“No wayyyyy, that’s not what happened.” She elongates and smiles charmingly, still trying to tease and get a rise out of y/n. 

“Yeah?” y/n raises an eyebrow and Bada can’t help but think how attractive she looks when she’s confident. She’s only ever been shy around her up until a few minutes ago, and Bada can’t tell which she likes more yet. She shakes her head at the younger girl and continues back to her team’s area with a smile and blush painting her face. Bada was expecting to get y/n worked up before she had to go on in hopes of getting her nervous enough to slightly underperform, but she’s pretty sure that totally backfired, because now Bada herself is the one feeling flustered, and Y/n seems more confident than she did before. Once reaching her team, Bada doesn’t even go back to practicing right away, she just sits down and takes a large drink of water.

Y/n puts her earbuds back in and goes back to practicing with agrin on her face after watching Bada sit down.

“So she’s not even gonna debrief with us what just happened?” Emma questions from her seat near Latrice and Kirsten. Ling, the biggest y/n-targeter, glances at the girl again to see her marking the routine but with full facials and can tell her adrenaline is pumping even more now. She turns back to Emma and chuckles

“She’s on a different level right now- I don’t think we can disturb her even if we tried” Ling just laughed and stretched her arms above her head.

“It’s like Bada’s attention gives her energy” Audrey notes smiling at how focused her friend is on executing the routine diligently 

“Bada could probably spit in her face and tell her she’s the worst dancer she’s ever seen and y/n would just be like “I have to be better for her”.” Emma mocks in a dainty voice causing the others to laugh. 

“Oh leave her alone, there’s nothing wrong with having a little crush.” Kirsten, ever the motherly type, gently comments to the rest of the team. She herself glances at y/n to see her taking another short sip of her water, eyes still sparkling, but also fiery with determination.

As the time arrives for the rookie class to compete for the main dancer title, all of the teams are hyping up their rookie. y/n is being shaken around by her members in an attempt to hype her up, which is very effective until she steals a glance in Bada’s direction to see her pressing her forehead to Tatter’s. 

"haha that was cute- I'm killing myself" Y/n fake laughs and the look in her eyes says “I’m fucking dying inside”. Her teammates panic for a second and whip around back to face her direction, then follow her line of sight. Emma tries to cover up her laugh with a cough.

"Don't worry y/n, I gotchu-" Audrey jokes around, aggressively grabbing y/n by the face and planting a fat kiss on her cheeks, making sure to cause an annoyingly loud 'smooch' sound. y/n yelps in surprise but then laughs and shoves her away, not even bothering to wipe away the lipstick stain on her cheek

Bada doesn't see the interaction but notices the lipstick print on y/n's cheek when she steps into the center, and suddenly feels bitterly confused. Now she can't even focus on the competition in front of her because she's so stuck on trying to figure out which Jam member's lipstick matches the one of y/n's cheek. After she realizes how obsessive she's being, Bada tries to solely focus on watching everyone perform

"Let's go, Tatter!" she's screaming and cheering for her teammate, but her eyes are mostly focused on the girl next to her. y/n dances the choreography as if it's her own, showing her truest self as a performer. Bada feels like it’s truly amazing watching her dance because it’s almost like the music lives inside y/n with the way she hits every beat and accent flawlessly and effortlessly. Every move she makes looks natural- like this is too easy for her. 

It comes down to the final four being her, Capri, Tatter, and Rena. They rematch and Bada is just happy Tatter made it that far- of course, she hopes the blonde is able to secure the main dancer title, but she’s pretty positive y/n’s had it secured since she learned the choreography. Watching the rematch only confirms Bada’s thoughts, y/n somehow executing the piece even more excellently than the first time. She cheers, albeit slightly resigned, already knowing the outcome. 

The judges converse for quite some time and then finally face the dancers.

“We’ve chosen this member as the main dancer based on the quality of their movement and their ability to flawlessly interpret the song’s vibe” Monika prefaces the reveal with their reasoning.

“Main dancer for the rookie class is…” Mike Song starts back up

“Jam Republic’s Y/n.” Her tense figure relaxes as she sighs and the rest of her crew comes running up to surround her in a hug. She’s grinning and giggling slightly as the mic is passed over for her to say a few words about getting the position. She can barely even bring the mic up to speak into it, as her members are still hugging her tightly.

“This really is an amazing opportunity, and I’m extremely grateful. I’ll continue to improve the performance and show everyone an even better version. Thank you.” she bows politely (or attempts to, still secured in place with the loving arms of her members). The other teams applaud her again and Jam Republic walks back to their seats, y/n is in the back of the bundle. As they walk past Bebe, Bada confidently shouts out

“Y/n-ie congratulations, you were amazing!” and the small girl whips around, confused puppy dog eyes quickly scanning and finding Bada in the audience near her. She smiles the brightest smile ever seen and her breathing quickens a little bit.

“Thank you, so much” she replies a bit breathlessly, bowing and then not even trying to suppress her girlish giggles when she turns away from the older girl. 

“Wow… she even got a recognized by Bada… y/n really is THAT good, huh…” Yeni Cho gushes, jealous of the praise and recognition the youngest competitor is getting. 

“Did Bada just compliment you?” Kirsten murmurs the question once y/n gets closer to her. The younger of the two just giggles again and shrugs her shoulders, trying to suppress her smile.

“I guess she did…” 

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Next was the sub-leader battle, which let’s just say, did not go well for y/n. She was still riding her high from getting crowned main dancer, and she was so excited to watch Latrice perform after watching her choreography, but she was still mildly annoyed at the others for doubting her members. The judges ask about the process and hardships and Redlic begins to speak. She expresses an irritation towards Latrice’s apparent lack of professionalism, causing all of Jam Republic to prickle slightly, especially their designated hothead, y/n. She was able to control her distaste for a bit, but then Redlic started talking out of her ass again and y/n couldn't help but roll her eyes and scoff in irritation.

"I'm so fucking sick of her attitude" and Kirsten's eyes get so wide, she immediately turns to her and covers her mouth

"You really need to start remembering you're on camera," she says seriously but laughs a little. y/n doesn't even look pissed at this point- she's got this annoyed, almost disgusted look on her face.

"your girl is pissed off again"

Bada immediately turns to look for y/n, and Tatter throws her hands up in defeat. y/n keeps listening to Redlic complain, now with an exhausted glare, waiting for her to shut the fuck up

"I'm so tired of her shit-" she starts with arms crossed, "maybe if she was better she wouldn’t have to rely on making excuses as to why she couldn't pick up the choreo." y/n speaks evenly and surprisingly calm, but one look at her face tells everyone that her comment was a genuine dig intended to knock the blonde dancer down a peg. Members from both Bebe and 1 Million hear her, as they are the two teams sitting on the outside of Jam Republic, and can’t help but either laugh in shock or sit there with scared wide eyes.

“Waaaah y/n is so scary!” Redy exclaims hiding slightly behind Lia Kim, giggling nervously.

When it comes time for them to finally dance, y/n is already on her feet ready to cheer Latrice on louder than anyone has ever cheered. Although she’s ready to cheer, y/n still looks cold and scary with her arms crossed and the tired glare beaming in her eyes. The music starts and y/n is already screaming.

“Let’s go Latrice! It’s yours! TAKE IT!!!” her screams even had Bada raising her eyebrows in shock at the volume and continuous energy coming out of the small girl. She suppresses a smile and goes back to watching Lusher dance alongside Latrice. Once the music stopped, y/n was critiquing openly in an instant.

"She tried too hard to make it sexy, it ended up looking cheap" she states, cold eyes trained on Redlic.

"damn, you are RUTHLESS" Audrey comments, laughing at her friend's easy to activate temper.

The judges converse once again, and they seem to make a decision quicker than when y/n had competed.

“The dancer chosen to fill the main dancer position is Jam Republic’s Latrice.” they announce and y/n shoots up in the air like a rocket, screaming her lungs out. The relief she feels after hearing the news is very evident on her face. As the judges gave their opinions and reasoning behind their decision y/n felt herself finally feeling satisfied, a proud smile overtaking her features. Her peace is disturbed very quickly though by Redlic, who expresses how she thinks the decision was unfair, and that Latrice was only picked for her physique. 

Y/n had never felt more enraged at that moment.

“Is she fucking serious?” she outwardly and quite loudly questions, causing everyone to look at her, and Kirsten to put a hand on her shoulder, giving her a look as to say “watch yourself”. Redlic meets the girl's eyes and immediately regrets everything. Y/n has never looked more dangerous, poking the inside of her cheek with her tongue. She’s got this angry, evil smirk- and she laughs when Redlic turns around and goes “sorry” while hanging her head.

“Yeah, that’s what I fucking thought” Y/n crosses her arms and leans back in her seat, face still hot with anger, and eye trained on Redlic as she walks back to her seat. Kirsten sighs and massages her forehead, stressed because 1) why the fuck did one of her dancers just get talked about like that in the grand year of 2023, and 2) she doesn’t know how she’s gonna deal with little-miss-attitude-problem. Even after putting her rage aside for a moment to congratulate and celebrate Latrice, y/n is back to glaring at Redlic, unable to pay attention to anything else, until it’s time for the leader lineup to compete.

The leaders all step away from their crews and into the fight zone, preparing to battle. Audrey, wanting to cause some mischief and tease her friends some more, turns to y/n with a look that can’t mean anything good.

“So who do you want to be the main dancer y/n? Are you still our team member or has Bebe won you over?” the short-haired girl ponders sarcastically.

"What kind of question even is that? Of course Kirsten- she's my mom, Bada is just my girlfriend." y/n answers sounding fully serious, but obviously joking when she shares the second half of her response. Emma ‘tsks’ and looks over at the two of them with a strange look.

"Why do you always have to say stuff that's gonna get you canceled when there are cameras around" the oldest of the three asks jokingly, causing the youngest’s jaw to drop in confusion.

"Why would I get canceled??"- "BECAUSE YOU AREN'T DATING HER????" Emma and y/n go back and forth just like siblings. Audrey laughs at the chaos she caused, Ling sighs- disappointed but not surprised with the banter, and Latrice minds her own business- focusing on Kirsten and the competition.

"I just wish for one day of peace where y/n isn't saying weird shit and being delusional-" "DID YOU SEE THE WAY SHE LOOKED AT ME BRO???"

yeah…

It’s officially time for the leaders to battle and, y/n is sat, ready to go. Bada and Kirsten are in separate groups, much to y/n’s satisfaction, as she can freely watch both without having to worry about missing the other. y/n tries to control her awe while watching Bada, but she gets a little too excited and ends up outwardly cheering- and she panics and laughs when Audrey playfully side-eyes her. She sits back down and tries to suppress her excitement, but Bada is just too good to be real. It’s not a style that y/n would be able to pull off unless she was 100% confident in knowing the choreography, but watching Bada do it so effortlessly made her want to learn it too. When she does the final ‘lighter’ pose at the end, Bada comes back to reality and can feel eyes on her, which makes sense since everyone was watching, but she still shifts her eyes slightly to meet with y/n’s. Y/n, who is holding her breath, covering the lower half of her face (hiding a blush). Y/n, whose eyes widen about three sizes when she realizes Bada is staring at her. The girl fumbles for a second but then moves her hands away from her face to give Bada a double ‘thumbs up’ and frantically nods in approval, revealing a blush in the meantime. Bada just smirks and turns to exit the floor in order to make room for the next group.

When she's watching Kirsten though- it's a shock how y/n hasn't passed out yet with how much she's screaming and cheering. Bada’s eyes are going back and forth between Kirsten and y/n. She’s surprisingly able to focus more on the leader’s dancing, rather than the younger member’s cheering. Either way, she’s irritated. If y/n were on her team, would she cheer for her like that?  Does she truly think Kirsten is better than her, or is it just because they’re on the same team? Bada’s head is full of questions, but she forces herself to push them aside for right now, putting her full focus back on the competition.

When they rematch the first time, y/n controls her emotions even less. Again, Bada and Kirsten are in different groups, allowing y/n to enjoy both of their performances. Then when they rematch the third time, all her restraint is out the door. She’s screaming and cheering as loud as ever, and everyone just assumes it’s for Kirsten- which most of it is! But occasionally y/n will react to something Bada had done, and nobody even questions it.

The two finish dancing together and everyone can admit that they’re untouchable.

“Can’t they just both be the main dancers?” Y/n groans and whines in anticipation as the judges take their good ‘ol time deciding the main dancer. When Bada is announced as the winner, y/n claps respectfully with a disappointed but somewhat satisfied smile. Of course she’s extremely happy for her, but it’s still a loss for her team. So the young girl stands up and claps slightly more enthusiastically, just happy to have been able to witness such an insane performance.

Bada is feeling unexplainably proud. She falls to the ground and thanks the judges. Kirsten did such an amazing job and Bada truly felt honored to have been able to dance with her. She really did have a better understanding now why y/n admired her so much. 

Then Bada kisses Kirsten on the cheek, and the young girl stops smiling and clapping altogether- she just kind of freezes, her mouth slightly hung open. With her body still frozen mid-clap, y/n just slowly turns her head to Emma who's already looking at her with an amused smirk, trying not to burst out laughing at her younger teammate's jealousy.

“Why is it everyone BUT ME???” y/n snaps out of her frozen frame and dramatically crumples to the ground.

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On the day of the video shoot, everyone is getting their hair and makeup done. Bada is sitting away from the rest of the leaders when she feels her phone buzz. She picks it up to see a text from y/n, and when she opens it, she's met with a selfie of her and Tatter. It's the two of them making scrunched-up faces and pouting playfully at the camera. They're both holding onto a ribbon-tied strand of the other's hair, pretending to tug on it. Bada smiles subconsciously and hearts the message, saving the picture. She then aims her camera at the mirror snapping her own selfie and sending it. She’s honestly really glad y/n set that because the two hadn’t texted since Bada first got her number a few days ago. 

Y/n’s phone pings twice and she opens it, only to slam it back down. It wasn’t even that serious but Bada looked way too good in that picture for y/n to think rationally. On top of that- she didn’t really want her stylist to accidentally peek over her shoulder and see that she was texting Bada. So she waited for the stylist to walk away for a second, before opening her phone again to heart the message and reply with ‘stooop, you look so good😩’. She hesitated for a second before ultimately deciding to save the picture to her camera roll, smiling then placing her phone back down on the counter as her stylists came back. 

Bada opens her phone again, smiling at the message. She types out ‘call me on your break’ but decides to change it to ‘text me when you guys get a break? I wanna talk to you<3’ then presses send. Y/n receives the message and turns her brightness down to make it harder for anyone else to see. She bites her lip to suppress her smile and replies ‘ofc!!’ with a heart emoji.

The shoots begin and everything is going moderately smooth until it's announced that people have the opportunity to switch parts, but only the main dancer can make that decision. y/n groans and throws her head back while covering her eyes. She starts laughing in disbelief and looks around at the other rookie members

"Let's just have fun, please. Obviously- work hard and strive for your best, but just have fun when you dance cuz that'll make all the difference to me" was what she told everyone when she was asked how she felt about it. 

The rookies were all laughing and having a blast, especially Redy, y/n, and Rena- the other two shared the center with y/n a lot, although they often alternated with Tatter and Gooseul. Gooseul, trying to get on y/n's good side, always comes to find her on breaks and takes lots of selfies with her, making sure to compliment every aspect of the girl. Redy, who actually has taken quite a liking to y/n feels a little defensive and worms her way into any conversation Gooseul tries to have with the main dancer. So now Gooseul and Y/n selfies are Gooseul, y/n, and Redy selfies, which eventually just become Y/n and Redy selfies.

Now THIS catches Tatter's attention- and Tatter is making a move to start conversation with y/n- asking her about certain moves and how she wants the quality of a specific section to be portrayed. She has to stay on y/n's good side because 1) she knows this girl is ruthless and will easily tear her apart if she needs to, and 2) Bada would probably die of heartbreak if Tatter and y/n didn't end up on good terms.

The go on a quick break and y/n thinks about texting Bada, but she worries she won’t have much time to talk. Instead she just reviews the notes she made for the shoot regarding what she wanted to do with the concept. 

“I wish we could do an outfit change” y/n express with a slight pout.

“You’re the director- you can make the call do have an outfit change,” the staff tells her. They had prepared multiple outfits in case some hadn’t ended up blending well with the others, so it wasn’t a problem.

“REALLY???” She gets so excited and runs to tell the other girls her idea. y/n explains how she wants them to do the final chorus in different outfits that are a bit more girly and cunty to bring the vibe together more, to which they enthusiastically agree. Y/n keeps sharing her ideas, and making changes to better the final product, and surprisingly no one is complaining about it- or ar least not to her face.

“I want the second verse to be all small groups or duos” She shares her next idea, which everyone agrees with in a heartbeat cuz they all want more screen time. She organizes it so that Yeni Cho and Buckey take the first chunk of the second verse, and Rena and Capri take the latter half; leaving Tatter, Redy, and Gooseul with the build-up to the chorus; and y/n coming back in as the center for the chorus.

As they practice the blocking for this part, y/n works with the groups one-on-one and the others continue to practice, except for Yeni and Buckey who are trying to figure out a way to make their screen time last longer.

Ultimately Yeni and Buckey try to get y/n to make their part longer, but she politely declines saying she choreographed each part for a specific reason and it wouldn't make sense with the music to elongate their part-

“Try not to worry please because the camera angles will capture you- I promise you’ll have other opportunities to be seen” And they’re obviously not happy. Yeni kind of just resigns in defeat after trying and failing to get more screen time, but Buckey’s attitude is a little less cooperative now. As they continue the shoot, Buckey’s not really being a team player because she’s trying too hard to stand out, and causing it to look messy. Y/n keeps monitoring and asking to redo shots because Buckey isn’t blending well with everyone

“Buckey please try to blend better- maybe relax your movements a little here-“ she starts but it cut off by Buckey

“Why would I want to blend in with everyone?” She questions irritated. Y/n’s eyes just widen in gentle confusion, because why is she suddenly upset?

“Well you need to blend but not necessarily blend IN- you stand out too much right now” the main dancer tries to explain calmly and evenly while still genuinely trying  to appease Buckey’s stress

“Y/n I think I look fine, You have to realize I’m competing to win too, so I have to do what I can to catch the judges' attention” It’s silent among the girls as they all stand baffled by mannequeen’s dancer. They turn their glances towards y/n who’s standing firmly with her arms crossed, looking eerily calm, her eyes starting to have the daring glare that only appears when y/n is so angry that even she knows it’d be bad for her to speak before thinking.

“Buckey I want everyone to stand out, but as of right now, you’re only doing so in a negative way. I understand you want to catch the judges’ attention, but this is the wrong way to do it…” she takes a deep breath

“And if you continue with this current attitude, you’ll end up placing last by the judges and be voted worst dancer.” Y/n’s firm statement sent a chill down everyone’s spine. She cracked her jaw and then let out a heavy sigh

“Let’s get back to the shoot.” she directs loud and clear and turns around to head back towards the set. Everyone glances around at each other, then discreetly at Buckey, before following y/n

"She's so scary when she's upset" Gooseul whines in a whisper

"Yeah and that's exactly why you shouldn't make her upset-" Redy whispers back

"just don't do stupid shit around her and you won't make her upset- y/n seems to be really chill unless you cross a line with her, which makes sense." Tatter joins the conversation with the other two who nod and hum in agreement.

After the slight incident, the rest of the shoot went really well. Buckey got it together but still had a sour attitude, yet everyone looked amazing. Y/n felt really proud of them and honestly wished to work with them all again. They wrapped up the shoot by filming the final chorus in their new outfits, in which they all made sure to take plenty of selfies in. When they finally finished everything, all the girls went to their dressing rooms to take off their makeup and put on their regular clothes. Y/n had been so focused on directing the video, that she totally forgot to text Bada on her break.

She whipped out her phone and typed a quick ‘I’m so sorry I didn’t text you when I had a break- I was so focused on perfecting the project that I didn’t even have my phone on me’, feeling stupid for already screwing things up. Bada didn’t respond for about 45 minutes because the leaders were still shooting, and when they finished up they had all done the same as the rookies and immediately washed off their makeup and put on comfy clothes. When Bada saw the message, she felt bad for leaving y/n on delivered but quickly rationalized that she couldn't have helped it. 

‘It’s totally fine! I completely understand- we actually just finished filming so that’s why I wasn’t able to respond right away.’ The older girl replies to her text, and receives an almost instantaneous response of ‘oh okay! How was it??’ and they discuss how each of their days went. The two continue talking for the rest of their way back from their shooting sites, and even after they’ve both showered and changed into their pajamas. 

‘I’m honestly obsessed with the outfits we had today’ y/n texts. ‘Oooh do you have pics?’ Bada replies. ‘Of course I do! But…’ ‘...but what?’ y/n debates on whether or not she actually wants to send Bada all the cute pictures Redy took of her, but she ultimately decides against it for now.

‘But I want you to see them tomorrow and be surprised 😋’ the younger girl finally responds, feeling like teasing a little bit. Bada smiles at her phone but acts annoyed over text- ‘Ugh you can’t be serious’ she replies then adds on ‘Not even one picture? :(‘And of course y/n can’t help how fast her heart beats and how much of a loser she is for Bada, so she gives in.

‘Fine, you can see ONE picture, and it’s not even gonna be my full outfit cuz I still want you to be surprised- so just makeup and the top half!’ the young girl offers, to which Bada likes the message and hits her with a ‘yes, of course, I promise I'll still be surprised’, just excited to see her again. Y/n giggles and sends her one of the mirror selfies she took after changing into her second look. Bada was absolutely speechless- the girl had her hair in two high pigtails with a few wispy pieces left out and had in blue contacts with pink makeup- pink eyeshadow, strawberry gloss, rosy blush, and of course glitter. Along with her makeup, y/n’s entire outfit (from what Bada could see) was pink and glittery- she truly looked like a Barbie. What really secured Bada’s astonishment was her expression- y/n’s plump and glossy lips were ever so slightly parted and her eyes (accentuated by her makeup making her look more cat-like than the usual puppy-eyes-girls that Bada was used to) holding a sultry, seductive stare. Bada didn’t hesitate at all to save the photo and expose herself by immediately sending it to the Bebe group chat with the text ‘I can’t do this anymore’, to which Lusher responded with ‘my gf is so fine🤭’ and the leader’s immediate response was ‘muting the group chat now and blocking your ass’. 

She was about to continue her argument with Lusher until she got another text from y/n. ‘Uhm okay yeah just beg me for a fit pic and then leave me on read, okay🙄 jk lol’ and Bada panics for a second realizing she did in fact open her first message and not respond. ‘Sorry! I’m gonna be totally honest I was literally left speechless and didn’t know what to say’ and when y/n read this, she laughed slightly in disbelief ‘ohhh okay, suuuuure’ she types out and presses send with a relaxed smile overtaking her face. The feeling y/n has whenever talking to Bada, whether it be in person or over text, is just so indescribable that she doesn’t even wanna think about what that could mean for her. Bada reacts to the message with the ‘haha’ button and continues to try and defend herself. She and y/n joke around some more before talking about how excited they are to see each other’s videos, then saying goodnight and falling asleep shortly after.

The next day all the main dancers are called in to help edit their videos. Y/n and Bada pass by each other exchanging quick ‘good-mornings’ and shy smiles before heading their separate ways with blushes already painting both of their faces. 

A few hours of editing go by and they all go on break, getting up and walking around to get some air. As Bada walks out of her designated office space that she’s been working in all day, y/n comes bounding up to her with a gentle yet vibrant smile.

“Hey!” she stops in front of her and stares up at Bada with bright eyes. The older of the two suppresses a giggle but smiles endearingly never the less.

“Hi, y/n” Bada greets her in a soft, some could say “loving” tone, with that same gentle, endeared smile that seems to have become her default when seeing the small girl.

“Sooo I was wondering…” y/n starts by elongating the first word of her sentence and looking around, dramatically avoiding eye contact, causing Bada’s smile to grow at the girl’s silly attitude.

“Would you maybe wanna get lunch after this? Or- I guess dinner depending on when we get out- either way, it's whatever… but… yeah!” she tries to finish confidently but gets tripped up once she realizes he doesn’t know exactly when they’d both be free during the day. The smile on her face, when she concludes sharing her idea, makes Bada feel so terrible knowing she has to decline. The older immediately sighs and her face drops, causing y/n’s to do the same and Bada feels even more guilty seeing her sad, wide puppy eyes.

“I’m so sorry y/n-ie, but the rest of the team and I made plans to go out to eat tonight since we haven’t had much time to actually talk to each other with filming and all…” Bada explains and it genuinely pains her to have to decline y/n. The smaller girl just furrows her brows and shakes her head quickly dismissing Bada’s apology.

“You don’t have to apologize at all! It’s totally fine, really I promise!” y/n smiles reassuringly, even though she’s a little crushed. Bada still has this regretful look in her eyes and the younger girl giggles when Bada’s frown turns into a full-on pout.

“I promise you, we will go out soon. The two of us.” she assures, looking into y/n’s eyes. The girl couldn’t look more in love than she does when staring into the older girl’s eyes. y/n just keeps smiling and the feeling of warmth and happiness is so intense even she herself is sure her eyes are sparkling. 

“Promise?” y/n asks softly, trying to suppress the giant grin that she knows would be taking over her face if she wasn’t trying as hard as she was now. Bada has a similar look on her face- a gentle smile and soft eyes.

“I promise.” she confirms with a nod. There’s a short pause as the two just look into each other’s eyes before y/n breaks eye contact. She looks down and finally stops suppressing her smile, letting herself giggle a little bit before looking back up and trying to retrain herself again.

“Okay.” she replies softly and nods, then turns to walk back to her office space. She looks over her shoulder to glance at Bada, then turns around fully to walk backward while talking to her again

“You should probably get back to editing your video so you can go enjoy free time with your team” the younger teases a little with a smile. And Bada’s slightly knocked out of her lovestruck stare, scoffing and rolling her eyes playfully.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever- and you should be doing the same thing” she starts walking in the same direction, as both of their respective spaces are on the same side of the building.

“Actually, I have all night. I don't have plans, remember?” y/n teases again, raising her eyebrows at the Bebe leader, causing her to throw her head back and groan. The smaller of the two laughed quietly watching the other.

“I’m sorry- I feel awful, I really do want to go out with you!” and even though y/n knows she didn’t mean it in that specific context, her heart still picks up the pace and she flushes a little, once again suppressing a grin.

“I’m totally messing with you… ya know- like how you like to mess with me” as they reach y/n’s office space she finishes her teasing by coolly crossing her arms over her chest and leaning on the door frame, looking at Bada once again. Bada makes eye contact with her and holds her breath for a second. She sighs and then chuckles softly.

“Yeah… I guess I do like to tease you…” she avoids eye contact, standing with her hands in her pockets, but still smiles knowingly. Right as she’s about to leave she flicks the brim of y/n’s cap then pulls it back down over her eyes,

“But I guess we’re even now” She shrugs and and walks off after teasing the younger girl, leaving her to groan and laugh in annoyance.

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After editing and such, the day ends for the main dancers and they prepare for the following day, which is when each video will be shown to the rest of the dancers. When they all arrive at the studio that day, everyone is excited and chattering. After a while of setting, everything is ready and it’s time to watch each group’s music video.

The rookies go first, and y/n feels like electricity is shooting through with how excited, yet nervous she is to see the final product on a big screen. When y/n appears for the first time- everyone is once again in shock at how different she looks. The professional hair and makeup, along with the outfit she had on, turned her into a totally different person. The charismatic, alluring girl on the screen was definitely not the same as the excited baby girl who was currently hiding behind her teammates, shyly peaking over their shoulders to watch the video

The video is playing about 30 seconds in, everyone is losing their shit. Why? Because Rena, Tatter, and y/n are already a powerful trio that no one knew they need, but on top of that- them shaking ass on each other like their lives depended on it in the first 30 seconds of choreography was just too much to handle for some people. 

Some people being Bada Lee- who was so baffled that after she screamed probably the most fangirl-esque scream ever, she didn't know what to do with herself. Her jaw just dropped to the floor, and her eyes slightly glazed over as she hyper-fixated on the screen in front of her. She only came back to reality when y/n was no longer on the screen for the moment, and Redy and Gooseul took over briefly. When y/n repapered, she was doing partner work with Tatter, and Bada's excited smile and cheers made a comeback

"Ugh, I love my girls" she gushes, staring ahead affectionately at the screen. Bada is just so blown away by the music video as a whole. She’s mainly focused on y/n and Tatter, very appreciative and thankful to see how much screen time her teammate got. But besides that, Bada can’t help but mentally praise y/n for directive skills. The set and concept suit every member so well, and when the bridge arrives Bada can feel something the tension rising, and anticipates whatever creative decision y/n made.

As the final chorus arrives, the camera transitions from just y/n in her main outfit to the whole group in their matching pink outfits, per y/n’s request. Everyone flips again, surprised by the full outfit change and slight alterations in set design. 

Bada screamed and clapped, totally forgetting that this was the outfit y/n was talking about yesterday, still just as surprised, as she promised. She couldn't help but feel a little guilty though, as now she found it absolutely impossible to focus on anyone else in the video, even her own teammate, since y/n’s full outfit was revealed. Bada’s face got red and her eyes slightly glazed over again as her face went serious trying to erase the thoughts of y/n dancing confidently in a tight top and mini skirt, with her thigh highs and ribbons. 

The video ended and the studio was filled with applause and screams from everyone, including the judges who all stood and cheered just as loud as the rest of the girls. 

Bebe’s leader sits there with her jaw dropped and her hands on her head, just absolutely astonished by the final product of the rookies’ video. The rest of her team is still cheering and clapping, and once Tatter notices Bada’s frozen figure, she starts laughing and playfully shakes her by her shoulder out of excitement. Bada turns slowly, smiling lightly, still in a daze

“Tatter, you might have to start planning my funeral” she informs her jokingly in a soft tone, but in all honesty, Bada feels dizzy still.

After everyone settles, middle-class and sub-leader-class videos are played, both getting similar reactions to the rookies’. Once both have been viewed and gotten their respective reactions and attention, the leaders’ video is the last to be played.

“Why am I actually so nervous…” Bada anxiously laughs and sighs rubbing her hands together. Tatter leans her head on her shoulder and glances up at the leader

“Because you want y/n to like it.” the blonde states matter-of-factly, not moving her head off Bada’s shoulder, but turning her attention back to the screen where the video is about to play. Bada huffs out a laugh and nudges her slightly, just enough to disrupt her peace, but not too much to knock her off.

“I want everyone to like it.” Bada clarifies, even though everyone knows how much more she seems to value the Jam Rrepublic dancer’s opinion these days compared to other dancers.

The video starts and the cheers for Bada start from the second she appears. When she takes off her helmet and shakes out her hair, everyone is going feral, obviously including y/n. 

“A MOTORCYCLE???? SHE HAS A MOTORCYCLE?????” The girl is screaming and then she pretends to faint onto Audrey who just laughs and shakes her out of excitement and adrenaline. y/n’s next cause of heart failure is when Bada holds up the lighter and then blows out the flame before everyone starts dancing. 

"Kirsten I love you so much, but I think I might have to leave with Bada after all this" “Y/n it’s been 40 SECONDS- please have some decorum…” Emma, ever the y/n-delusion-destroyer, sighs out, shaking her head, but still managing to laugh. It’s no use, Emma, this girl is red in the face already, and definitely not thinking tv-appropriate things.

Variations of the same situation continue to happen throughout the viewing of the video, except y/n gets even more excited when Kirsten and Bada appear at the same time, sharing the spotlight. The video ends and y/n just stands up and claps while shaking her head in astonishment.

“I’m never gonna move on from this…” She sounds worn out and by the way she was screaming and freaking out, it made sense.

Since all of the videos had been viewed, it was time for each main dancer to pick the worst dancer from their mission crew. They end up going from bottom rank, therefore starting with the rookie class. Y/n’s mood has totally changed, and now as she walks to the center of the fight zone, her bright smile and confident aura nowhere to be seen.

"I really didn't want to pick anyone as the worst dancer, because I sincerely enjoyed working with each and every one of them…" She starts holding the mic with both hands (Bada's beginning to think this is a nervous habit of hers)

"Even when there were some issues, I was still very proud of everyone and felt very lucky to be able to create such an amazing project with these people…" y/n bites her lip and looks up, blinking fast, feeling tears start to build up. The mood in the studio was completely different than it was only a few moments ago.

"Ah poor y/n, she really did have such a good time with everyone" Rena expresses, frowning along with her team, nodding her head in pity.

"Oh no, this must be so hard for her" Sayaka sympathizes, pouting in understanding of the young dancer's distress. Other teams shared similar looks and small conversations. Y/n took a deep breath and held the air in her cheeks, causing them to puff.

"AWW I'M GONNA CRY WITH HER-" Mannequeen's Yoonji expresses as she feels for the girl in the middle of the dance floor

"Oh my god- how can she still be so cute even when she's crying" Yeni Cho comments with an endeared smile directed at y/n's small stature settled in front of them all, cheeks still puffed up. The young dancer finally lets out a big sigh and lowers her head for a second, letting a tear fall

"DON'T CRY BABY- IT'S OKAY!!" Lusher shouts over her teammates' heads trying to reassure her friend, and giving her a big comforting smile and a thumbs up when y/n meets he eyes. Y/n laughs a little, wiping her tears and then tucking a piece of hair behind her ear before clearing her throat.

"I'm sorry- ultimately I made my decision based on the fact that there were some points when professionalism was sacrificed for the sake of wanting to gain attention, which in turn put the quality of the project at risk… and for that reason…" she lets out a shaky breath, tears building up quickly again.

"I choose Mannequeen's Buckey as the worst dancer" she finishes in a choked voice. Holding the mic away from her in one hand now y/n hangs her head and covers her mouth with her other hand as she cries silently. She heads back over to her team, sniffling and they all immediately hug her, causing her to burst into full-on sobs

"This is so much harder than I thought it was gonna be." She looks up again, trying to get the tears to stop flowing. From across the room, team Bebe is just about as worried as Jam Republic, seeing as y/n is practically an honorary member now.

"This is the most heartbreaking thing I've ever seen." Bada stares directly at y/n's distressed frame and feels herself sink into her seat, the sadness of the whole situation getting to her. Or rather- the sadness of y/n is getting to her. Bada feels her own tears beginning to prick in her eyes.

"I know… poor princess" Tatter shares the same expression of sympathy as the rest of her crew, wishing she could just go and give the girl a big squeeze and tell her she did a good job.

"It's sad, but at least it wasn't you" Lusher points out, still just as somber as her teammates. They all nod and Bada's focus is only on y/n until the next class is announced. She doesn't pay attention as the main dancers for the middle class go up, too focused on making sure y/n is able to calm down. The Bebe leader made a mental note to go right to her when they went on break to make sure she was okay.

When it’s Bada is picking the worst dancer for leader class, y/n seems more nervous than Kirsten

"I think she might pick me" Kirsten calmly admits

"Don't say that, I'll cry. If she picks you… I don't think I'll be able to recover from that heartbreak" y/n expresses in a daze, genuinely starting to worry about the results. Then Bada declares Mina as the worst dancer, causing everyone to let out a sigh of relief, except deep n dap of course. 

y/n's eyes are trained on Bada with a worried look mixed into her signature puppy eyes. Once she sees a tear roll down her face, y/n has to turn away or else she knew she'd start crying again too. She could already feel the pressure building in her eyes and heart. She hugs her leader and looks up at her for a second, silently communicating how proud she is of her, before leaning her head on her shoulder. Kirsten hugs the younger girl back and rests her head on top of y/n's, letting out a sigh.

"I hate when people cry, but it makes me especially upset seeing Bada cry" y/n whispers, a tear escaping down her face, while still clinging to Kirsten, who pets her hair and nods.

"That's because you're an angel, y/n. you care so much about the people in your life, and can't stand when they're sad…" her leader declares gently.

"You also are pretty much in love with Bada, so she's been subconsciously added to your mental list of people whose emotions you pick up." She finishes with a little bit of teasing in hopes of brightening the young girl's mood. Luckily it works, as y/n glances up at Kirsten once again, with a playful pout before huffing in faux-annoyance and letting her head fall somewhat aggressively back onto the leader's shoulder causing her to let out a gentle laugh

All the main dancers have picked the worst dancer, meaning it’s time for the final mission ranking. y/n is so excited that Bebe goes from sixth to third- once they're announced, she shoots up out of her seat with wide eyes and jaw dropped, her hands go straight to the sides of her head as she stands there in excited shock. When everyone's individual scores are shown, and it's revealed that Bada got a perfect score, y/n isn't shocked at all- in fact she expected it and was satisfied with the result

"waaaaah…as expected of Bada Lee…" she expresses proudly, staring up at the screen in admiration.

"She's so much more than a dancer, like- she's just absolutely insane… wow" This is the calmest y/n has ever been when talking about Bada, and her teammates almost feel like her lack of panic is somehow worse than the girl's usual blush and frantic expression. They all just look at her and while some smile along with her, others chuckle at the girl's proud lovestruck expression.

"We've officially lost her…" Emma jokes, shaking her head, purses her lips, and then lets out a sigh

"Please take care of our y/n, Bebe" Audrey joins in, wiping a fake tear from her eyes

Other teams are announced and once the girls realize Jam Republic made it into the top two they all start lowkey freaking out. they are announced as the first-place team and all celebrate respectfully making sure to hug each other. Their scores were revealed and the cheers got even louder. y/n had gotten a perfect, same as Latrice and Bada. 

The girl just about collapses to the ground in a ball, covering her mouth in shock. Bebe applauds and cheers loudly, especially Lusher and Tatter-

"LET'S GO Y/NNNNNN!!!" the blonde screams alongside Lusher, both happy to see their new friend succeed. The younger smiles brightly, now standing again with the mic held in both hands as she expresses her gratitude, with beautiful sparking eyes

"I'm honestly a little shocked with myself, because of how many great dancers I had the opportunity to perform alongside with." she begins, looking around the room at each of them. Her smile somehow gets even bigger

"Thank you so much for making this such a wonderful experience, and I'll work harder to show you an even better version of myself, as well as Jam Republic. Thank you" she finishes elegantly and bows before handing the mic to Latrice.

"Wow… she really is a princess." Bada mumbles, dazedly gazing at y/n with what could only be explained as the same lovestruck look the young girl had earlier. The leader smiles softly in adoration at Jam Republic's youngest member. And Bada's members don't even tease her, they just smile and Tatter pats her on the shoulder, as they all agree- Y/n is definitely a princess

The small but mighty member of Jam Republic sits elegantly admiring as Latrice gives her speech. No one could deny that when y/n wasn't performing (or being pissed off) she looked like an actual angel- a beautiful angel fairy princess that definitely doesn't seem like the type to have such a temper as she actually does

Once everyone finishes their speeches, the next mission is announced- Kpop choreography mission

Everyone freaks out and starts excitedly chattering. But mostly, everyone is talking about the songs, or more specifically who’s already choreographed/danced to them. A lot of the teams start mentioning Bada, especially seeing next level as one of the song options

But then they do the same with y/n mentioning her since she danced center for "Not Shy" and "Kick It" at k-con, as well as choreographing a cover for “Eve, Psyche, and the Bluebirds Wife”, and went viral all three times. 

Everyone is a bit worried about competing against Bada and y/n specifically, even if they won’t admit it. Some are still underestimating the teams, saying how Bebe is only Bada and her students- and how Jam Republic is less skilled because they have less experience in kpop style dance. None of them wants to recognize that the rest of Bebe is just as talented and charismatic as Bada, and that Jam Republic is able to adapt and adjust quicker than any other team.

"y/n's known for her dance covers, but she's the only member of her team with experience in this setting…" Yoonji comments looking in the direction of the pink team.

"She's gonna have to carry the members" Funky Y added

"We're getting a lot of side-eyes" Ling points out her observation, and y/n surprisingly responds pretty calm

"Probably because they're all expecting us to do badly since we don't have much experience with the style" the youngest member responds maturely, nodding and observing the room

"Well you have plenty of experience, and we're all fast learners, so I'm not really worried" Kirsten coolly states, giving her members a confident smile

The dancers are given a break and teams begin to separate and head back to their rooms to decide which company they want to go for. Y/n starts to hop down the bleachers and stretch her arms above her head.

“This is just too much right now” y/n whines, pouting while she stretches. Her members look at her with adoration

“You’re such a cat…” Latrice comments, causing y/n’s pout to turn confused and the others to giggle

“No, she’s definitely more of a puppy” Kirsten counters ruffling her hair causing the pouting girl to whine at the older members’ teasing. She’s never gonna live that down.

From across the room, Bebe is discussing a strategy already, not paying any mind to the fact that they’re on a break right now. That is until y/n comes bounding over, with her signature smile.

“Congratulations Team Bebe!!” she cheers and throws her arms up in the arms. All of their serious faces immediately soften and Lusher hops off the bleachers to throw her arms around the younger girl

“My baby! You’ve cried so much today, are you okay?” she asks and frowns while holding the smaller girl's face in between her hands to dramatically look into her eyes and make sure she’s okay. Y/n laughs and lets the sub-leader pat her head and coddle her.

“I’m okay! I’m just very emotional…” she finishes softly, almost a little shy. Bada, not even caring about everyone else being around right now, holds her hand out. once y/n grabs it, the older pulls her towards her seat and sits her down next to her. Bada puts her arm around y/n’s shoulder and pulls the small girl in even closer, resting her head on top of y/n’s. All of Bebe is shocked, as well as y/n herself. Lusher and y/n share a wide-eyed look, causing Tatter to burst out laughing. 

Shortly after, Audrey and Kirsten make their way over as well. Audrey sneakily has her phone out and snaps a candid picture of y/n and bad that she’ll be showing the girl later. Bada makes eye contact with Kirsten and doesn’t even bother to lift her head off y/n’s all the way

“Do you need her back now?” Bada asks with a slight pout in her voice, but it’s so subtle they almost didn’t catch it. Kirsten smiles and Audrey giggles behind her hand.

“No we just wanted to come join the party.” the Jam leader explains shrugging her shoulder. Kyma is the first to enthusiastically agree, having gotten along with Audrey pretty well when they worked together on the middle-class mission.

“WAIT- that actually just reminded me that I never showed you the pictures I took the other day!” Y/n excitedly recalls, sitting straight up as she stares at her best friend and leader with wide eyes. She unlocks her phone and opens her camera roll, scrolling through he pictures and showing her teammates. Bada just stares at the side of her head, with her own puppy eyes now, hoping y/n will show her too and she won’t have to ask.

“I can finally show you know” It’s like y/n was reading Bada’s mind or something, because right as she was about to complain about y/n not showing her the picture, the younger girl turned her full attention to her and started scrolling from the beginning.

The pictures had Bada mesmerized- y/n looked fucking amazing. Some were cute, while others were sexy and Bada couldn’t help but think about making some of them her wallpaper, but then she realized how strange that would be. 

One of the pictures caught her attention in a not-so-good way though. it was a mirror selfie of y/n and redy- y/n was leaning on the table and redy was posing directly behind her, holding onto y/n’s hips, both of them sticking their tongues out and looking cute and sexy. Bada tried not to be jealous and rationalize that it was just a normal thing for girls to pose like that with their friends. Was she upset because it was Redy and not her? Or was it specifically the position you were in? Was it both?? Bada didn’t know, but she also didn’t seem to realize it was bothering her so much- as she unexpectedly commented out loud on it

“We should recreate this one” she swipes back to the picture that was pissing her off. Y/n couldn’t even hide her shock if she tried. And since none of the others could see her phone, they had no idea which one Bada was talking about- and were only left to imagine what it could be after seeing Bada’s teasing smirk and y/n’s astonished, very red face.

y/n laughed out in shock and just closed her eyes, nodding her head. She opened her eyes again and Bada was still smirking, leaning back on her hands.

“Sure… sure we can recreate it” y/n massages her forehead and sighs trying to regain a normal pace of breathing, as well as her natural skin tone instead of burning red. Bada’s smirk shifts more into a teasing smile and she leans forward to throw her arm around y/n again

“But for real- send me the ones of just you…” The older girl starts focusing on the phone in y/n’s hand. 

“You look extra pretty in them, and I wanna stare at you some more” Bada shifts her gaze to look y/n the eyes with a darker look that she’s only ever received two other times. At this point Audrey and Kirsten have begun to converse with the other Bebe members, leaving y/n and Bada in their own little world. Their faces were so close, y/n felt like she was holding her breath.

“Okay…” she whispers and nods slightly, not wanting to disrupt the peace, even though the situation made her feel far from peaceful. She looked back at her phone and started selecting which pictures to send to Bada, whose arm was still wrapped comfortably around her shoulder. She leaned her head on the shorter girl again and began to tell her which pictures she wanted. y/n giggled a little at how serious and demanding Bada was being over some selfies.

After all the pictures were selected, Kirsten and Audrey finished up their conversations with the other members and began to descend the bleachers. Once they reached the bottom, they looked and y/n and she lifted her gaze to meet Kirsten’s

“Time to get working?” the youngest questions. 

“Unfortunately, yes. But don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of time afterward.” The Jam Republic leader reassures, and y/n stands up and stretches. She turns back to wave at the Bebe crew members then looks at Bada. She smiles a different smile than the one she had towards the rest of the members- this one being shy but knowing.

“I’ll talk to you later!” she tilts her head waiting for Bada’s response. The tall girl nods with a smile and leans back on her hands again to look up at the girl standing in front of her.

“Maybe we’ll be seeing each other sooner than we thought- we might pick the same songs and get to compete against each other” Bada tilts her, raises her eyebrows slightly, and smirks at the idea. Y/n’s face says it all, as that idea actually sounds quite terrifying to her.

“Please don’t manifest that” She laughs but is very serious, causing the other girl to laugh as well, knowing she also wouldn’t be able to survive competing against y/n.

The trio from Jam Republic meets up with the rest of them and heads up to their room, ready to start discussing the next mission. Audrey and y/n are at the back of the group as they walk down the hall, a bit of space between them and the older members.

“So…” Audrey starts with a knowing smile- y/n’s eyes widen, nervous for what she’s about to say

“Oh no… what now?” y/n variously laughs and Audrey chuckles 

“You and Bada??” “I KNEW THAT’S WHAT YOU WERE GONNA SAY”

notes: i really did NOT think this part was gonna be as long as it was. also-it's 2 am here and i'm falling asleep writing this but i had to get it posted, so i'm sorry of the end is kinda shitty lol

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[champagnehenssey]

⋆˙⟡𝒜𝒩𝒢𝐸𝐿 𝐵𝒜𝐵𝒴⋆˙⟡

⋆soft love. housewife. lady of the house. silk robes & gold hoops. cigarette smoke & strawberry jam. perfume behind the ears. ankles too. behind the thighs as well. lace slip. soft scolding. warm hands & warmer heart. pretty browns. gold rings & cherry flecked knuckles . lover • executioner. “yes ma’am.” domestic devotion. “baby, come home.” kinda love. whispered prayers. coco butter • cologne. “worlds best husband.” his softness. his sanctuary. blood warm vows.

❞I love you. ❞

❛❛I need you.❞

(looks better in dark mode. for visual purposes.)

Dear, lovely readers this story contains mature content and is NSFW. It contains, descriptive violence, hate speech/racism, predator imagery/behavior, implied abuse and k being a pathetic man who loves his wifeyyy. if you haven’t guessed it by now this fic explores what k could be like if he was a mafia man in the 1950s (no specific year will be stated) with you as his pretty lil housewife. yes i did reference the godfather and yes k might be unhinged. you will not be referred to as y/n only Mrs. Takami, angel, honey or another pet name. oh yeah black!fem!reader if that wasn’t clear. and this is only part 1. this was not proofread.

his alibi, his altar, his absolution

The lovely. . . NINA SIMONE

𝒟𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝐿𝑒𝓉 𝑀𝑒 𝐵𝑒 𝑀𝒾𝓈𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓉𝑜𝑜𝒹

KEIGO, let out a slow, unimpressed sigh, rolling his shoulders in a lazy manner. He crouched down, resting his forearms on his thighs, watching the bloodied, bruised man with the kinda idle amusement that you see in killers.

"You think," he starts a small huff of amusement coming out of him as he dragged his hand down his face as he eyed the man, "I actually wanna spend my time..on a piece of shit like you?" His voice was smooth-casual even if not for the sharp edge hiding in between lines.

He exhaled through his nose shaking his head with a smile, all teeth and predatory. Then he let out a dark chuckle "I just wanna go home to my wife," he mused tilting his head like he was talking to himself more than the guy bleeding in-front of him. "You know? You know this already but I can’t help talk about her.. gorgeous women. Sweetest smile you've ever seen in ya life, and God—" he let out a low whistle, "that laugh of hers? Could make a man forget how much blood is on his hands."

Keigo cracks his knuckles absentmindedly, rolling his wrists like he was getting bored. "She's probably in the kitchen right now, making me those strawberry biscuits she knows I like so much. Got her pretty 'lil apron on, rollers in her hair-lookin' like somethin' out of a dream." He speaks about you with such fondness so unsuited for where he is, what he's doing—what he's committing.

His tawny eyes shine when talking about you but then they flick down to the man, and all the warmth vanishes like it was never there in the first place. "But then see," he starts off slowly, reaching his hand out on the man's jaw with a bruising grip, forcing his head up so their eyes both meet. "I get told about you." Keigo's fingers pressed against fresh wounds, against split skin, and a busted lip that had the guy— Charlie letting out a choked groan. "Heard you had a whole lotta stuff to say about her, mm? Called her something real nasty." His grip tightened. "What was it again?"

The man whimpered, his lips swollen barely parting, but Keigo just clicked his tongue. "Nah, c'mon talk to me. Say it. Say it to my face. You ain’t had a problem when you were with your boys aint’chu?”

Keigo has a lot of patience for things, many, many things. But what he don't got time for is motherfuckers like this playing in his face, disrespecting you, his marriage. He's not the type of guy to beat people up for every and any little thing —he hates senseless violence. Reminds him of his pops, and Keigo ain't like his pops. He's different. He's controlled, he's calm, he keeps himself in check, and knows when to let the chains he's kept so tight around himself loose.

So, of course it's a scary thing when he lets the control slip. When he lets his anger run through him, boiling, it's a stark difference to the charming display he puts on. In the world he lives in where you either bite or get bitten and he doesn't do a lot of biting but when he does?

it's a nasty, bloody, wound.

Because there's an animosity behind that charming personality. Behind that sugar slick smile, and those honeyed eyes. An animal that wants blood, an animal that’s been hiding behind a painted face of a man. It’s kept in a tiny, dark corner of his head where all the rest of his rot lives. It’s kept there so he won’t become the thing his father was. So, he won’t become the thing he fights so hard to cage. He only lets it out when people truly deserve it. Deserve that monster.

This is one of those times.

All because. . . Charlie was one of those guys who drinks to much and when he opens his mouth it's get him in trouble.

He gets up from his crouch, looking at him eyes darkened, patience worn thin before he pressed his thumb hard against the broken nose, grinding down until the man lets out a garbled, pained sob.

Fuckin’ baby. This ain’t even the worst part.

“Don T—Takami, please—“

Keigo lets out a slow breath, rolling his jaw, before pressing down even harder. “Huh?” He drawled lazily. “Can’t hear you, buddy, speak up.”

He grabs Charlie’s jaw again, his grip tightened like a vice until he heard that shit click. He cracked.

“Black bitch!” He spat, blood and spit flying from his busted, red lips.

Then, Keigo sighed, shaking his head like he was disappointed. Like this was the exact answer he was expecting. Lots of thoughts were running through his head but the main one, front and center was ‘I'm gonna be late for dinner.'

“Yeah,” he murmured flexing his fingers before balling them into a fist. He has his brass knuckles tucked right in his pants pocket. Solid gold, heavy, and well used to beating pulp. But nah. He needed Charlie to feel this. His anger—even without brass Keigo hits hard.

“That’s what I thought.”

Then he swung.

Again.

Again.

Again.

And again—

The crack of bone against flesh and skin was sickening.

He didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop.

Not when this was the only way he could let it all go.

Not when the only person—the only women who taught him love, real love name is being spat on.

Violence runs through his family.

It’s Hereditary.

Vile.

Grotesque.

Horrifying.

He’s not Keigo Takami anymore.

He’s not a sweet, loving husband right now.

He’s Hawks. Hes Brooklyns Favorite son.

Keigo's fist moved on muscle memory now, driven by something low and burning in his chest. Rage. Love. The need to protect something so soft and delicate in a world that only respected blood and power. His knuckles were raw, bruised, split open, but he didn't feel a damn thing.

The man beneath him—Charlie his 'brother' was half conscious, face swollen, skin clammy and blood soaking into the collar of his shirt. But Keigo grabbed a fistful of it anyway, dragging him up so he could look him dead in the eye.

"You opened your mouth about her," Keigo rasped, his voice thick, heavy with venom and something pained behind it. "My angel. My sweet, sweet angel," he looks away for a second thinking about deep browns and your voice the only thing keeping him right in the head right now—cause he could be doing worse right now. "and all cause of her skin color?"

He looks back and Charlie's eyes are closed oh no. "Hey, hey look at me," he whispers and his eyes open blue and watered. "You cryin'? That's not good enough bud cause I can see it-" His hand fisting the collar tighter bringing them face to face "You still don't get it do you?" His voice is reverent, like he's speaking a prayer and a curse all the same. "You know this—you fuckin’ know this shit. She ain't just my wife. She's the reason I come home at night. Reason why I get up in the morning. The reason why I don't put a bullet in my own damn head some days."

Charlie tried to turn away-maybe from shame, maybe to brace for another blow, but Keigo didn't let him. His hand caught the bastard’s jaw, fast and mean, fingers sinking into the bruised bone like claws. Held him there. Made him look.

"She's light you hear me? And you-," a breathless chuckle, a bewildered expression because he truly can’t believe this. "you disrespected her like it was nothin'. Called her…”

He exhales a shaky breath and goes quiet. eyes squeezing shut like the memory itself burned.

“Why! “ he barked, wild eyed. Loud enough to make Charlie flinch.

“Why, why, why, why—“ he sounded crazy now, kept saying it like it might cough up the answer. Like it might reveal the truth. His voice cracked on the fourth one, raw and unhinged. He was shaking the man now, snarling in his face—teeth bared, nose to nose with someone who’s barely breathing.

“Why would you say that about her?”

It wasn’t rhetorical.

It was a man slipping. Slipping into the dark.

Voice all torn up from the rage.

“Like you forgot what I am,” Keigo hissed eyes blown wide and golden. “Like you forget what I’ll do.”

His head tilted. Smile all teeth. But it ain’t shit was funny.

“Cause you know don’t you?” His voice dropped to something quieter. “What I’ll do. And you still played. Still fucked around.”

A little laugh now. A dry, cracked thing.

His thumb pressed down into the man's cheekbone-slow, deliberate. "You don't deserve to speak about someone like her. You don't deserve to look at someone like her." Charlie wheezed out a breath, but Keigo leaned in closer, breath hot, jaw so clenched his teeth ached.

"You think I do?" Keigo asked almost to himself his eyes distant. "I don't. But she chose me. She loves me. And l'd set the whole fuckin' world on fire if it meant keeping her safe. If it meant beating up filth like you.” He exhales, breathing in and out before that solemn tone left and replaced with hatred. “You're not even worth the dirt under her heel Charlie, c'mon."

"She made you cookies, man," he hissed, disbelieving. "She baked for you. You—you and the other bastards sittin' around my table, drinkin' my liquor, talkin' like you've got some kinda right."

"I let it slide 'cause I consider you family and - and I understood we all get a lil' loose when drunk."

His voice cracked, just for a second.

"I…just..l don't know why she bothers sometimes. Why she's so good to me. So lovely. Lovely to all of you. She's got no idea how much I need that-how much she saves me just by bein' there."

Keigo's voice drops, soft and low like a confession. "So, you understand why I'm doing this to you, right?"

Charlie nodded quickly-pathetically- his split lips trembling, blood bubbling at the corner of his mouth. The tears streaming down his cheek weren't real.

Not to Keigo.

Not now.

Crocodile shit, every drop of it.

Keigo sighed, slow and tired thumb still resting on Charlie's swollen cheek. He gave it a gentle pat-mocking, almost tender—and smiled just a little.

"That's..that's good. I didn't wanna explain it again."

Then he drove his fist into Charlie's gut so hard the chair rattled. The man choked, eyes bulging, air knocking clean out of his lungs, mouth gasping in shock.

Keigo finally steps back, just to breathe a bit, process everything. He looked down at his hands, flexed his fingers, and wiped the blood across his button up. Ruined. The whole shirt, fucked. He could already hear your voice in his head, scolding him—“bloods hard to get out baby, this is the third one this week.”

But you’d clean it anyway.

You always did. You’d frown and tell him to go sit down somewhere while your hands soaked the fabric, subbing the blood stains out with a high agent cleaner and warm water huffing to yourself if there were any hard ones to get out.

It was so domestic it made his jaw clench, heart even harder.

“She’s always humming,” Keigo rasped, pacing infront of Charlie, thumb rolling over his bloodied knuckles of his right hand trying to self soothe. It fails. “She dances in the kitchen sometimes when she thinks I’m not watching. And she’s always askin’ ,” He huffs here smiling painfully, “if you boys want somethin’ to eat. Always caring bout’ you bunch of fuckers like your her own to fret over.”

He stopped then, turning slowly, eyes locking on Charlie with a look that could freeze blood over.

Wide, a bit bloodshot, tawny eyes darkening—his voice dropped low and dangerous.

“That’s who you spat on.”

A pause. A breath.

“That’s the women who you reduced to some cheap, nasty, punchline.”

Each word was deliberate. Meant to bruise. And it wasn’t just anger behind it—it was pain.

Because she was good.

Too good.

Charlie tried to shake his head, tried to say something. But Keigo ain't let him get a word out. He was trembling not from fear—but from his ill temper barely in check now.

“And c’mon Charlie!” He snarled voice suddenly raucous the sound bouncing off like a gunshot. “You think I don’t see the way you look at her like that? Like you wanna get close to her, like she’s something you got a shot at?! Like you wanna fuck her?”

He cocks his head, one brow raised, and steps forward with a body language all but communicating violence.

He stands infront of him, grabbing Charlie’s jaw again, rough and punishing. “Look at me. Look. At. Me. You dirty fuckin’ mutt.”

It’s a command. One he obeys cause he knows better. Knows better than to be a disobedient dog infront of its master. He meets his eyes and gold sears into him. Not just from shame or fear no it’s feeling of being of already being dead and now he’s just waiting on the shovel.

“Say it ain’t so.”

His grip tightens, thumb digging just under Charlie’s chin.

“Say it ain’t so, and I might not feed you to the fuckin’ dogs.”

He leans in, breath hot and steady, voice bitter.

“Say it ain’t so. . . and maybe I won’t have your worthless ass cut up floatin’ in East Bay by sunrise.”

Charlie breath hitches, jaw caged in Keigo’s palm, voice broken sobs.

“You wanna fuck my wife Charlie?” Keigo repeats, voice eerily soft this time.

“N—No—“

“Liar.” He hisses. The word cuts sharper than a blade

Keigo's fist slammed into Charlie's gut again, a sickening crunch following the impact. The man's breath left him in a wheeze, his body jerking from the hit. But Keigo wasn't done. "You probably think about her on her knees for you don't you?" He sneers, his voice low and guttural "Dream about her suckin' your tiny fuckin' dick, callin’ you ‘sir’ and treatin’ you like a king?! You ain't shit Charlie—you ain't worth shit!" He yells in his face voice rough and visceral.

"Then you got the audacity—the fuckin' audacity—to insult her 'cause of her race? Cause she ain't like the dames you're used to? Cause she ain’t like those paper-thin, powdered up bitches you toss pape at?! You think that makes you a man?”

His face twists, pure disgust now.

“Havin' whores hangin' off your arm, talkin tough shit, like you sit in the same table as me and mine. But I don’t see no ring on that finger. You know why?”

Keigo leans in, lip curled, golden eyes blazing.

“Cause you couldn’t even keep a wife! Couldn’t give her a damn legacy. Not with that dead womb.”

Charlie flinches like he’s been shot and has the audacity to bear his teeth, blood shot blue eyes looking to kill.

Keigo laughs. Low, mean, and cruel.

“There it is,” he mutters, voice all ice now. “That pride. That stupid fuckin’ pride that got you into this chair.”

And before Charlie can say a word—crack—Keigo slaps him hard across the face with the back of his hand. Not a punch. No. A slap. Disrespectful. Deliberate. The kind of hit you give to remind someone of their place.

Charlie head jerks, blood splattering from his mouth. Keigo grabs him by the collar, brings him close enough that their forehead nearly touch.

“Don’t you dare bare your teeth at me, mutt.” The words come out, sharp and heavy. “You wanna growl, you better be ready to die like a dog.”

His grip tightens. “And don’t play that shit with me. You aint a fuckin' King. Not a real one at least. Runnin’ round here sayin my name in conversations like a card. You're just some boy who's got his head mixed up and forgot himself, forgettin' who the fuck he works for, and why he kisses the ring." Keigo spits, his voice laced with pure poison.

“You promised yourself to me.” He huffs, “Said you were mines—my soldier. My fuckin’ man. And I took you in like blood. I brought you under my wing, let you wear my name.”

His voice cracks. Not from weakness but from betrayal.

“I protected your sorry ass when there were bodies on your trail and vultures circling. Me. I fronted you cash when your wife was pregnant and the bills stacked higher than your pride. And when that baby..died. “ his voice cracks here, “ You stood in that hospital, tears in your goddam eyes and said “you would’ve been the Godfather.” “

Keigo’s chest heaved. His fist trembled around Charlie’s collar, “I was there for you,” he said, quiet now. Broken. “Cause I considered you family, man.”

A beat. A moment of silence.

“Like a brother.”

Keigo’s gaze hardened, the lingering feeling of betrayal and mercy gone. The last never being an option in the first place.

“And you…messed that up. Fucked it up really.”

Keigo stepped back dropping his hand from the collar biting his lower lip softly before looking up at the celling.

Charlie’s breaths of wheezes full the warehouse with sound, the smell of blood as well and but Keigo’s mind isn’t even here anymore it’s with you.

You with your pretty brown eyes that never look at him like the monster he is. Never judge him for what he says, what he does, how he acts when he comes back from a bad day at work pent up frustration and silence—he’d never take it out on you. But, you..you’re just so sweet. You press a kiss against his forehead, let him lay his head on your lap, while your run your fingers through his hair humming a sweet tone.

It’s his part of life—so small but so beautiful—that makes him human. Keeps some part of him sane.

You and your kind—soft words. Soft words that aren’t meant for people like him. “I love you,”’s, and “your my forever and only,”’s. When you say those words it sounds like a whole other language—one he thought he would never understand. But, you taught him, you kept patience with him and you never left no matter how ugly it got. How ugly he can get. When he’s not worth those words anymore and you still whisper it in his ear, still look him in the eyes until he says it back without his voice shaking.

You and your warm, home cooked food that fills his stomach and suddenly he’s reminded of that kid inside of him—hollow cheeks, ribs peeking through his skin. Back then he had to earn food. Prove he deserved to eat another day. And it’s not just the food but it’s the genuine amount of emotion you put into it. The time, and effort—and it’s all for him. Because you love him.

Just you.

Smiling. Eyes crinkled at the corners. Laughing—so warm and full of joy. Putting him back together with your words of affirmations and your voice that seems to echoes the loudest in his head—whenever it’s too much.

“You know,”

He drawls dragging his knuckles down his own jaw to ground himself even more.

"She prays for me. Every night. Real quiet, so l don't hear her—but I do. I lie there with her head on my chest, and I hear her ask the Lord to keep me safe. To keep me kind."

He sighs. Looking at Charlie the man barely conscious. Bloodied and beaten. Nose twisting in a way that’s certainly not right. Lips split, busted and red trembling down his chin.

He chuckles, it’s something bitter.

"Some nights I believe He listens. Nights like this?" He tilts his head, tongue running across his front teeth.

"I figure He turns His face."

[deadpool15]

The best

"Hello, we are the feisty, sexy JAM REPUBLIC!!" The yelling always gets me, I sit there smiling while fixing my dress or simply trying to pull it down. When the girls agreed on wearing black, I showed up in pink, trying to represent all both of the national colors. I was then given a blanket as I thanked the staff and placed it on my lap. "We are here to work hard, though I can say I'm excited to see what everyone brings to the table. It's fun because we are the serious judges now." I stated while smiling at my team and holding Audrey's hand. We are then brought the cards, "I have a feeling about some of the other teams. What do you think about it, babes?" She turned around, showing off her little dimples before saying, "I feel like it's gonna be some teams we have seen before and a few mysterious ones, you know."

I agree before adjusting the blanket on my lap and watching our wonderful leader reveal the crew. Of course, when I saw BEBE, I wasn't shocked. Bada and I had been dating for a while, technically before the show started, well, at least in her opinion. She had been trying to get with me way before we got to street women fighter, but I genuinely believed those feelings weren't real. No matter how much she tried to tell me of send me gifts and pick me up from work. I know what you're thinking, "like fuck can you be any more dense." Well in my opinion I've had people work extremely hard for a fuck, I'm talking overtime with no breaks. Though she showed me the real her and we opened up to each other about some tough situations and at that moment I knew I was in love with her. Shit I had been the entire time, and I was simply trying to protect my heart.

Other crews weren't exactly a surprise either, though when 1MILLION added another dancer I was a but surprised, I've seen her dancing style for a while and she was good as fuck. "New scenery, me like it, girls." Latrice laughed at me while hitting my shoulder, with Kirsten giving us the motherly like pointed eye stare, meaning she meant business. Though in this situation I think it just meant to shut the fuck up politely. We saw some other times with Hook coming back and making an appearance, Aiki was a judge last time I saw her, and even though I didn't watch her season, I've heard great things about her. Like Bada, she had her students on her crew, and they showed out. "Still can't believe she is older than us or has a kid." We joked a lot about how the hottest people on set were taken.

Seeing LA CHICA was new as well. As soon as the cameras turned off, Latrice looked at me. "Is it bad I don't know the last crew?" I laughed at that. I mean shit not that funny but funny. "Stop laughing and tell me what they have done." I tried to stop my laughs but ended up laughing harder. "To be honest, the leader is just known for a lot of cultural appropriation in my book." The rest of the girls turned around with Kirsten stated we are in korea, so that's accurate.' We all start to get up and move towards set. We were really the only ones to film the outro since we arrived late. Seeing all the crews stand sit there on their podiums was kinda amazing, mainly knowing we would go up there as well. "Funny how we aren't the ones dancing."

After a while of sitting and the occasional introductions of different crews. We also had the smoke challenge performed by BEBE that awed the crowd. We were finally sitting down, and a few selective girls had already shown their dancing skills. Everything was going well so far. Until some girl thought she could pull a sexy choreography. It was actually sad to watch. "It simply wasn't for me, I felt like it could've had more of a wow factor or just better moves. Everything seemed sloppy, and it didn't fit your persona at all." Everyone looked at me after the harsh criticism, I guess no one expected me to be real. I turned to the side to notice Redlic has been winking at me. Weird. You see, me and her didn't exactly have a friendship. She and Bada were friends due to working together previously on dances as well as classes. In my opinion she was too friendly.

Though, not to Bada but to me. She was always winking and trying to hug me or asking me on dates. Now everyone pretty much knew that me and Bada were a thing except the public per my decision. Bada thought it would be a good idea to show the world our love, and while I was glad she wasn't ashamed of it, I knew the outcomes of it. Now I'm not scared by any means of what the world has to say, shit I came out while working as a dancer for beyonce during a tour to thousands of people. But, those opinions mattered to Bada, and as much as she liked to tell me this and that I knew the truth. Redlic saw this as an opportunity even going as far as stated. If you aren't public, then it doesn't really count. After a while, I realized I spaced out and was brought back to reality when I heard Redlic open her mouth. "I'm sure my sqeet angel Ellie could show you how it's done. She is known for being sexy without trying. I mean, come on, people just look at her."

I sat there shocked while plastering on a fake smile shyly shaking my head to disagree with her statement. But it was too late. She had already convinced half of the crowd, and before I knew it, everyone expected me to dance. I took a look over in my girlfriends direction and saw her face. She was smiling, but I knew that smile. She was anything hut happy. She also looked like she wanted to kick Redlics ass. I guess I was taking too long before I felt a hand reaching over to grab me and pull me to the stage. I looked over and saw Redlic smiling at me, telling the crowd to watch and learn. "So much for not dancing today." I whispered. I heard the music, Beyonce, of course it was. Realizing they had decided to play partition out of all the songs seemed like the world was against me today. Redlic had grabbed my hip, squeezing it while smiling at me. At that moment I knew I was fucked.

We danced together with me, somehow ending up between her legs while smirking st thr camera seductively. Might as well put on a show. If anyone would see us, they would think we were involved or fucking. After we finished, she pulled me closer. It almost looked like we were kissing, so I pushed her away softly and laughed nervously. Seeing the look on Bada's face, let me know I wasn't gonna walk tomorrow. I heard the crowd giving us applauds with Redlic, not trying to let go of my waist, like girl you trying to get me killed in this bitch. After a while, we were called on break. I was scared as shit obviously. I managed to avoid Bada for some time before I was waking down the hall going back to meet uo with the girls after getting a snack, and I saw Lusher. I tried to slowly back away, and she noticed to me. "Bada said she would like to talk to you, unnie, and she said she wouldn't bet on you running because you know. I don't really know what the second part means, but apparently, she said you do so, yea. She is in our crew room, and she seemed pissed so I wouldn't keep her waiting. Plus, you two live together, so don't prolong the war." At times like this, I wish she wasn't so clueless. She was literally leading me to my death.

I sighed and started walking to the direction of the crew room, fuck I can already feel the pain in my legs. As I was trying to give myself a little pep talk I realized I was standing in front of the door. Thinking about it, maybe this was a bad idea. Fuck I'm scared. "Get you ass in here, and don't make me repeat myself, little girl." Yearing her voice like that kinda turned me on until I realized she was gonna murder me. I walked into the room, seeing her sit there on the couch man spreading while staring at me with a glare. "You put on quite the show, didn't you? I would say I loved it, but I mean, did I baby? Was a bit confused on why you randomly decided to throw you ass. Wait, let me rephrase that. Throw my ass back against that girl." She motioned me to walk over na di stood between her legs until she pulled me down. "You hear that, my ass. Because you mine, belong to me. All of you are mine. Seems like you forgot, let me remind you then, what do you say, baby?" I nodded mindless to her commands. "Who's the best baby, say it?" I could barely heat her when she started to grind me against her lap. "Say it pretty." I managed to mutter it out finally. "You're the best, baby. Only you. Always you."

(Request by @pinksults)

[lola-canola]

hi! If it’s not too much, can we get some Noi headcanons, general or angst it’s up to you :3

Noi headcanons for the soul, both angst and general, 10 of each!

PLEASE REMEMBER YOU DO NOT HAVE TO AGREE WITH WHAT I HEADCANON. THESE ARE MY HEADCANONS. I AM NOT FORCING YOU TO HEADCANON THE FOLLOWING.

Please be warned for mentioning self harm! If this is triggering to you please skip headcanon number 9 in the angst headcanons.

I'll start with the general headcanons ;3

1. He enjoys photography, diamond paintings, and baking. He's a really big fan of photography and the other two are just other things he enjoys.

2. I feel like he would be really great with a bow and arrow, if he had would he could likely use it really well to injure enemies yet not kill them

3. Following up on that, we know he doesn't exactly "kill" anybody, but I feel as if he would mainly just seriously injure them, like breaking any limbs, cutting through any muscles. Doing anything to avoid killing, yet still injured

4. He likes sunflowers, since they mean "a long life and lasting happiness", he hopes that they bring him those exact things. A long life and happiness lasting forever. But he also likes daisies

5. Call this cringe but I feel like he would make flower crowns using fake flowers so they never wilt away

6. Frogs terrify him so much, they literally make him scream in fear, along with geese.

7. Trans Man, Pansexual man 🔥 We don't know why he was almost killed in the canon lore of Aphmau, we never got an entire reason . So in my head (and in my personal view of characters), he used a kind of forbidden magic to change his biological gender and was caught, therefore nearly killed before being saved by Asch.

8. We know he likes Pizza canonically, but I also think he would really enjoy Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwiches, specifically strawberry jam.

9. Oldest child of 2 younger siblings, one really young, one a bit older yet Noi is infact the oldest.

10. HE CAN SENSE THUNDER STORMS!! Since it's implied that he has some kind of electric magic I feel like he can sense thunderstorms. His hair sticks up, his ears get a bit of a ring to them, and his veins in his hands, arms and neck glow orange-ish.

NOW ONTO THE ANGST!!

1. Following onto the last headcanon I shared, he's absolutely terrified of thunderstorms. When he senses them he gets increased anxiety, he picks at his nails, chews on his lips, and slightly "shuts down" in which he gets more quieter, and kinda pull to himself.

2. He grew up with a grandmother and his siblings. No exact mother/father, the last time he saw his mother was when she dropped off an infant at his grandmother's and just dipped. His father just . didn't.

3. Because he's known as the "runt" of the Daemos Group, it's a running joke in the castle back on Daemos. He's quite known and called "That one runt for Asch" by other Knights on Daemos, The King, and even Maids refer to him as such. He tries not to let it bother him but one time a maid called him that in front of the group because she didn't know his name and Leif laughed incredibly hard. It really bothered him then and struck him in the heart and now anytime someone calls him that he completely shuts down and closes up.

4. He used to shock himself with electricity when he was trying to self-regulatd. Sometimes it would happen when sparring on accident and it would leave him at a serious disadvantage because of the pain. He grew a bit used to it yet it still hurts a lot when it happens. It happens less on Earth because he obviously lacks his powers but sometimes he just gets a random mini shock.

5. During a battle one time, he got an arrow through the deep part of a horn. It was one of the loudest screams and it echoed through the forest that they were fighting in. He managed to get the person disarmed before he had passed out and woke up in the infirmary. He still has bit of a hole in the part of his horn that is still healing.

6. Due to his lack of family, no one was there for him when he was officially getting named Aschs' knight. There was always a bit of a celebration where family could come in and a bit of a party would occur, but when Noi's party was being planned he actually asked that there was no party, yet it was denied and a party occured with none of his family.

7. He has a lot of scars lining his body everywhere. It's one of the side effects of using his electricity power. They look like lightning in the sky, and they ESPESCIALLY are on his arms/hands.

8. While sparring with Leif he got shocked with electricity because of his power (mentioned earlier in the list of headcanons scroll up), and it shocked Leif too. It ended up with Noi getting kicked so hard in the ribs he struggled to breathe and 2 of his ribs were broken. He wheezed for a while on the ground while terrified due to lack of oxygen. He tries to avoid sparring and only does it when ordered because he is terrified of it happening again.

9. Sometimes when he can't sleep, he'll spar with a dummy as rough as he can manage. It exhausts his body, but it also causes him to shock himself due to how intense the sparring is. Hes fainted on multiple occasions due to the pain, he uses it as a forcial form of exhaustion and I suppose self harm ?

10. He has bruises and marks on his body from being hit by Leif and Lady Grandma. In the first episode when Lady Grandma hit him with the book it left a mark on his forehead which resulted in him being dizzy for a while.

AGAIN. YOU DO NOT NEED TO HEADCANON THESE. IF YOU DISAGREE THATS OK. BUT PLEASE DO NOT BE A HATER ON MY OPINIONS.

Sorry if these aren't exactly great!! I scrambled this up in a couple hours cuz I didn't wanna take that long. Please enjoy !! I'll get to any other asks soon!

[f1nalgirlz]

sleepovers are fun! | Charlie Walker ♡

In which Charlie and y/n have a special moment at Kirby’s “kick off for October sleepover”

≪warnings≫ sexual content, nsfw, feminine pronouns, alcohol

≪ contents≫ Charlie Walker x you, Charlie Walker x Reader, exhibitionism kind of??, creampie, oral sex (fem receiving), p in v, kinda dom charlie?

The sun was setting as Y/N walked to Kirby’s house, it being the first day of October the air was cool. As she tracked along, she examined all the trees that were shifting in color smiling to herself. Y/N absolutely loved this time of year, and she was excited to be going to a sleepover that celebrates it. It was Kirby’s annual kickoff October sleepover that she’d came to every year since 8th grade. It was a tradition they were happy to continue every year being best friends, of course more people joined over the years. Y/N broke from her thoughts as her shoes hit Kirby’s stairs, instantly running up them and knocking on her door. After a few moments the door swung open and there stood her very best friend, Kirby, who pulled Y/N into a tight hug, dragging her inside. She looked around and smiled. “no one else get here yet?” she asks, looking inquisitively at Kirby. “Nope. Not yet! You’re first as always, Y/N.” she grinned at her and began leading her to the kitchen. “Shall we have a few drinks on this fine night?” She asks, leaning on her counter. Y/N nodded. “Yes, please.” She said happily as Kirby started making the drinks. Soon, familiar faces started pouring in. Jill and her douche boyfriend Trevor, Olivia, Robbie, and last to arrive was Charlie. Charlie was probably Y/N’s closest friend besides Kirby. What she didn’t know however, was how big of a raging crush Charlie had been harboring for her for years. He hid it decently well, not daring to speak it out loud to anyone, but he jumped at any opportunity to be alone with y/n or even just near her.

The night had gone well so far, everyone was having fun and gotten a few drinks in them. It was at this point in the night someone, maybe Olivia, had expressed they should play truth or dare, which everyone happily agreed to in their slightly inebriated shape. A few turns went by, daring a few people to take shots or silly secrets being confessed. When it was Charlie’s turn, Kirby asked him the question that lit everyone’s nerves up. “Truth or dare, Charlie?” It seemed like he was thinking before answering, “Dare.” As he answered Kirby face changed a little, a mischievous smile working its way onto her lips. See, Kirby had kind of sussed out Charlie’s crush on her best friend. Of course he’d never said it out loud to her, but she could just tell when things shifted. When slowly Charlie’s crush on her had fizzled out, yet he still lingered closely around her and her best friend. She’d never told Y/N about it of course, she believed herself to be a better person than someone who’d rat out someone’s crush. “Charlie, I dare you to kiss Y/N. Not a peck either really plant one on her!” She said, laughing happily.

“Kirby!” Y/N gasped, shooting her a look. It’s not that she’d had anything against Charlie, far from it, but she was a little nervous something as silly as a truth or dare kiss would jam a wedge in their friendship. “You guys have to, it was a dare.” Olivia chimed in, gaining nods in agreement from Jill and Trevor. Charlie, who was sitting beside you just shrugged, trying to act cool on the outside even though his insides were burning up. He was genuinely having an internal freak out. Getting to finally kiss you had NOT been in his plans. “Let’s just go for it,” Y/N mumbled, leaning in towards Charlie. He slightly panicked but shoved their lips together, the kiss lasted for a few moments before they both pulled away. The group around them laughing, cheering, and clapping at the two. As much as y/n really wanted to deny it, she felt something…it felt different. It felt good and she liked it, maybe it was because she was slightly tipsy but for the rest of the game she found herself craving more, glancing over at Charlie. Nobody really noticed.

It had gotten much later, everyone had found their way to a place to sleep. Robbie had taken his sleeping bag into an office room, closing the door behind him. Kirby went to her bed, inviting Y/N and Jill to go with her as they slept every year but only Jill accepted. Olivia followed the two up the stairs, sleeping bag in hand. Trevor had found his way to a spare bedroom quickly, as if he didn’t want anyone to steal it.

Y/N simply needed to clear her head alone, worried about what those feelings from earlier meant. She’d walked into an empty room, changing into some shorts and taking her bra off, just wanting to be comfortable. As she laid on the couch, her thoughts were cut short as Charlie walked back in from the bathroom where he’d been. Hair still damp from the shower he’d been taking. He was grabbing his sleeping bag off the floor and walking right towards Y/N. She sat up. “Is it cool if I sleep in here? I don’t want to bother you.” He said. She nodded, her heart speeding up. Why? Why now? “Uh yeah sure.” She said,looking at him as he began to lay out his sleeping bag on the ground next to the couch. They’d slept like this before at different sleepovers throughout the years, so why now did it make her heart beat out of her chest? As Charlie sat down onto his sleeping bag, sorting himself out for the night, y/n got up rather abruptly. She walked into the kitchen, grabbing a glass and pouring herself at least 3 shots, gulping them all down at once. Charlie noticed, but chose to not chase after her, simply watching from the living room floor. Y/N made her way back and sat down on the couch, looking down to Charlie on the floor. She couldn’t stop thinking about him, his lips, the way his lips felt on her own… she felt like she was going crazy. “Are you okay?” He asked her, but he didn’t receive an answer he got met with lips against his own. Her hands grabbed onto his cheeks as she made her way onto the floor with him. While he was internally freaking out, he was incredibly excited, grabbing onto her waist and pulling her into him. They continued like that for a while until Charlie rolled her over onto her back, hovering over her as they stared at each other. “I want you.” She whispered, staring at him, it’s like all the internal tension has solved itself and she knew exactly what she wanted. He gave her a nod and dipped back down for a kiss, trailing those kisses down her neck, his wet hair making her shiver as it touched her arm. He slowly pulled up her tank top, attacking her, now bare, chest and stomach with slow kisses. Both of their cheeks were burning red at this point. As he made his way down to her waist band, he looked up at her to see her nodding, almost pleading. His fingers latched on to her shorts and tugged them down, panties coming with them. He stared at her heat for a moment, cheeks burning but it didn’t take long for him to enthusiastically bury his face between her thighs. He’d never done anything like this before, but he had watched hours of porn and tutorials, hoping and praying that one day this moment would come. He began licking her folds, making his way to find her clit. When she gasped a little louder than previously, he assumed he’d found it, beginning to lick at the bundle of nerves. Y/N’s body reacted so well to him, she felt like her whole body was on fire. As Charlie licked more aggressively, beginning to suck on the bud every now and again, she could feel slick dripping from her hole. She was doing her best to stay quiet but let out a low moan when Charlie sank a single finger into her, continuing with his mouth at the same time. The one was followed by another and soon Y/N was gently shaking all over. He pulled his fingers out, moving his head down to her hole to get one last lick, filling his mouth with her wetness. She whined when he stopped and looked at him. “Why’d you stop?” She huffed out, but he just smiled softly. “Do you want to go further?” He whispered, she caught on and nodded. He pulled down his plaid green pajama pants and underwear. His cock bounced out clearly already hard, just from eating her out. He grabbed his dick with one hand lining it up with her hole and pushing just the tip inside her. She moaned, feeling like her insides were just throbbing for him. He continued to push his cock into the warm embrace of her wetness, grabbing under her knees and pushing them back, exposing more of her. He nearly drooled at the sight of his dick buried in her pussy.

Y/N felt like she could barely breathe, her cunt ached around his cock, needing movement or she felt like she would explode. As if reading her mind, Charlie slowly started thrusting into her, the wet sound her pussy made as he fucked into her, just made him hornier. The two tried to remain quiet, only letting out soft moans and grunts. Charlie had sped up, removing one hand from under her legs and moving it to almost grip onto her pussy, locating her clit with his thumb and rubbing it, this sent a shock through her body and her legs twitched. She felt so close to an orgasm she could hardly think, gripping onto Charlie’s sleeping bag with one hand and digging her nails into his shoulder with the other. She soon felt a hot liquid shooting deep into her, filling up her insides followed by the sound of Charlie moaning, body shaking. This sent her over the edge, her body shaking as she orgasmed, pussy clenching around Charlie, milking every last drop from him. When he finally pulled out, they were both panting. They kissed again, another slow kiss. Charlie pulled his pants back up, as well as Y/N’s trapping his cum that was flowing out inside her panties. She sat up and pulled her tank top down, blushing deeply. “So um..” she started but was interrupted by the sound of feet coming down the stairs.

Soooo… idk if anyone will actually read this, I need to express my hyperfixation somehow. I haven’t written anything like this in years so please bare with me. If someone does read this I’d love more ideas please please please!!! 🩷

[le-chevalier-au-lion]

opening my post pain killer notes and it's just. the fem luca marini 2024 honda flop miscarriage fest

under the cut because it got both long and weird

in which. luca and pecco start fooling around at portimão. both feeling a little bitter at how the race went. at how their seasons might go (especially luca who fought for that gloryless murder honda). and it's fine. comfortable, easy fun

exactly what they need as the season gets more and more complicated. pecco is sweet. and sort of unintentionally funny. and he looks up enthralled when luca climbs on his lap and pries his phone from his hands and goes i want to ride you wryly

luca is trying to not overthink it. pecco (pecco of the famous puppy crush on luca that never really went away even though they aren't eighteen and he isn't sleeping on her childhood bed trying to exorcise himself of those thoughts anymore) is definitively overthinking it

and it goes. alright. pecco gets sort of squirmy around valentino and luca laughs about it. they sample what feels like every restaurant in pesaro. it's not dating (it kinda is. pecco can't think about anything other than asking)

until luca and franky don't show up to the first training session at the ranch during summer break. if it was only one of them it'd be fine. normal even. franky is forgetful. luca is very busy. but both is kinda odd. and eventually franky calls saying that luca is feeling sick so he's with her

pecco isn't freaking out. pecco totally isn't freaking. pecco is absolutely freaking out and he maves the twenty-five minute drive from tavullia to pesaro in something like fifteen only to have the world's most awkward dinner with a surprisingly hostile franky and a luca who might be avoiding him

a luca who is decidedly avoiding him, he realizes, midway through summer break, most of his calls and texts and conversations tactfully avoided

meanwhile. luca is having:

the worst two weeks of her life (she finds out she's pregnant the day before she leaves for assen. there's no way in hell that she's sitting the race out. they need to improve. so she races. and it's only a couple of days to sachsenring. so she races. and scores her first points. and forgets that she's freaking out for five seconds)

the worst ten hours of her life (waking up in pain, blood on the sheets)

and the strangest summer break of her life (studiously avoiding pecco, valentino and stefania. not thinking about babies. or a family. or a racing career. or how she absolutely doesn't know anything about stability and it was, in a hysterical way, maybe for the best)

but it gets increasingly impossible to ignore pecco who got stubborn and can't seem to let it lie. luca misses him too. which is a self-imposed hurdle. also, she's pretty sure she's sort of breaking his heart

so. it's an impulse decision. but she shows up on pecco's door unprompted. fucks him on the kitchen island and tries to pretend that she didn't get neurotic about the condom. it's not exactly good sex. pecco keeps staring at her with sad, sad eyes (luca is suffocatingly relieved there won't be any kid with his pretty eyes running around. feels rotten about it. decides she doesn't care)

and afterwards she lets pecco pull her into his room. is a little sorry that she keeps jamming her skinny elbows and skinny knees into him. pecco starts apologizing for whatever he thinks he's done, and luca feels the same adrenalin she gets on a difficult corner

her mouth is moving before luca can stop herself.

pecco freezes. she really, really thinks she should've quit dating

[corpsentry]

there’s something so epic about hetero chinese period dramas and i think one part of it is that there is absolutely nowhere in the narrative i could exist.

lately i’ve been on a western media detox— i’ve cleaned english language music out of my playlists and have never been able to stomach western dramas anyway, so that part is easy— which might seem funny, because if i’m in singapore and i hate it and i won’t touch american music then what’s left? the answer is the false binarism of chinese period dramas, at least for me. the badly written ones are misogynistic and stupid and the better ones are less of those things, but regardless the world that emerges is clean-cut and easy to parse. there’s someone to root for and someone to hate. there’s a girl and a boy. there’s the comedy and the drama, the sheer thick drama, the music that signals to you precisely how to feel before the scene even starts going

try to jam a fifth culture transnational transgender they/them with 2 mental illness and 1 autoimmune disease into this world and it simply doesn’t work. and that’s kinda epic lolzers! it’s like watching high fantasy, or super hardcore sci-if. it both represents a simulacrum of the real world and is so far from the reality you know that you understand it as a hypothetical universe, one that disincludes you on principle. i exclude myself from the story and in doing so fangfei from moyuyunjian’s steely gaze becomes all the more important. i give so many shits and laugh and yell and spectate. but i am safe from the eyes of its inhabitants. if i entered the story it would break. so i sit outside of it, clapping by myself

in other news, we gave up on mysterious lotus casebook 16 episodes in. there are many character archetypes in these shows that i can no longer stand; the salacious sexy seductive supervillain lady is not necessarily one of them but the way they did miss ‘this man didn’t even Look at me when all men fall at my knees so i hated him’ ‘no one is allowed to steal buttchin from me’ jiao was way up there. surely a woman can have multiple personality traits and yet you would think from this drama that that is not at all true. and the strange harem that grew around li lianhua despite his absolute loser attitude— like i get it, he’s the gintoki of this show, that’s hot, but the way the women who were into him were written made me want to Eat Horse. it bothered me that di feisheng and lianhua’s homo as fuck dynamic was so intriguing and them + fang duobing was a winning trio but all the women in the show were written like complete fucking ass, and one of the big antagonists being a woman, the stakes throughout were not only lost to me but also Pissed Me Off. also, that case about the corpse flowers dragged on forever and all my pocky wilted

I Just Think, women deserve better in these damn stories. make them slutty as hell, sure, but make them other things too and i mean this in the most generous sense. slutty and proud. slutty and weird. slutty and oblivious. literally anything at all so they don’t come out cardboard flat from all angles. this is why i have a personal vendetta against the ditzy clueless female protagonist as well because if everything stems from the fact that she doesn’t know shit it’s like please someone Please tell her shit i’m on my hands and knees begging. give her more to chew on she’s dying of boredom over there

this is why i liked the so called antagonist of blossoms in adversity best (spoilers ahead). he was cruel as hell to huazhi and gu yanxi’s only parental figure. he was paranoid and selfish and lonely and craved a son’s love from the one person he couldn’t hold onto. in the end he is pushed further and further by huazhi, who won’t give in, to isolate yanxi from the people he loves and to lash out at those people as a way of punishing yanxi. and when he dies it’s because of his own distrust, his own negligent parenting, his absent cruelty from decades of insomnia and lack of faith in his people. but he cries for yanxi, and there’s something so human about that. to think of evil not as a first principle but rather an adjective for a verb that is set in motion by other events. to be honest, i haven’t seen such thoughtful writing in any chinese period drama before or after that and i strongly suspect i will never see such writing again in this genre but man, it was so fucking good (spoilers end).

in the meantime, i’ve dragged my mother to moyuyunjian/the double for the return casting of liu xiening and wang xingyue who are Eating so hard. they’ve got wang xingyue done up with the sluttiest makeup and liu xiening is breaking my heart with her pout and her Sassy Mean constitution and this is a revenge story, yes, but it’s a double revenge story. it’s a grief story. and fangfei is carrying more on her shoulders than lingbuyi imo, and doing so with much more grace too. her step mom’s a dick but she’s a smart, 5d chess playing dick who wears hot shades of green so i’m personally interested enough to keep watching (something lotus casebook DID NOT accomplish with their epic female antagonist…. mein gotte). and the princess too. unhinged as hell but god, so charismatic. and beautiful, with scary big eyes and the sweetest head tilt. fun fun fun! that’s fun character writing right there. the comedy might be too straightforward for my tastes but everything else is kind of hot and sexy And after the coming of age ceremony when jiangli appeared amidst the flowers i felt my throat close up even though we saw her for all of one (1) episode). i was like yes. they got me alright. i Care now

really that’s all that matters isn’t it. we want stories about people we care for. we want to give a shit. why else would we listen to the stories of other people. we are looking for us and the people we love in them

oh also moyuyunjian soundtrack goes hard as hell i love a little three step waltz. here’s a pic from the ‘gym’ for ur time. guten night

[man-down-in-hatchet-town]

THE CASE OF THE GREATER GATSBY EPISODES 20-21

Okay, so tomorrow is the release of the LAST EVER EPISODE OF GREATER GATSBY (cry with me, folks!), and while I’ve been keeping up with my listening I have fallen a bit behind with these analysis posts, largely because these last few episodes have been so jammed packed with answers that up until last week there wasn’t much theorizing to do. So while this post is about episodes 20-22, I’m writing it after having already listened to episode 23 multiple times. I’ll do my best not to spoil anything from episode 23 in the thoughts below, but there will probably be a lot less pondering and guesswork than usual.

Anyways, spoilers for episodes 20, 21, and 22 under the cut!

Okay, first things first—are Shipwrecked really going to get away with not letting us in on Ford’s secret? I couldn’t quite tell what Fig was saying when Ford cut her off, so I pulled up the transcript and it looks like she says “I can’t believe you managed to them all in—“ Which, for the life of me, sounds like absolute nonsense. I’ve spent hours trying to come up with what she could be about to say, and I’ve drawn a blank. Any ideas?

Speaking of Ford, our boy definitely needs therapy. While I understand the place his anger is coming from, probably a lot better than Ford himself does, he does need to remember that technically Fig was hired to shadow Willy as a bodyguard and was technically there on set in her capacity as a P..I. as well. I predicted from the start that Fig’s side job would clash quite badly with Ford’s trauma, and frankly I’m surprised it’s taken this long to get there. But here we are and I am sad. :(

But hopes springs anew! Mel has officially shuttered The Grapes of Wrath! This seems like another tick in my “Mel is intentionally sabotaging the movie” column. If anything, the only real evidence contradicting that theory is that it took so long for her to shut it down in the first place. Perhaps Beanslot is particularly keen on Steinbeck? Regardless, Mel is still my personal favorite suspect for writing the letters, or at least for being the person behind them (I don’t quite believe she composed any of the messages herself). I know Fig and Ford believe the threatening author and the murderer are one and the same, but we have no real evidence for that, beyond the word of the letter writer. Plenty of people could have figured out he was likely murdered, and decided to use that increase the power of their anonymous threats. Mel, for instance, could have learned from Mo Beats. And now that I know who the murderer seems to be (more on that in my next post), I’m not sure what their motive for writing the threatening letters would even be.

Moving on from all these questions, let’s talk a bit about answers. TD stole The Greater Gatsby during the night of Mel’s party to bribe his way into Bixby’s Brigade. He gave the script to Willy on the suggestion of Roger, who was keen on his movie-star wife getting arrested and joining him in prison. Guys, I love Roger. I know he’s kinda’ terrible but I just can’t help it; I guess it’s that classic Gabe Greenspan magic. And he and Willy are, in a very odd and slightly worrying way, kinda’ perfect for each other. The swelling music cue that plays every time Willy decides his dubious criminal action is actually The Most Romantic Thing ever(TM) makes me laugh. Every. Single. Time. It helps that Roger is such a silly goose that it’s impossible to imagine any of his harebrained schemes actually resulting in harm coming to his lovely wife. That’s just not the narrative vibe, I guess. Also, I was right about Dash keeping an eye on Wilhelmina on Roger’s orders! Yay me!

The other bout of answers comes from the Punchwhistle triplets and their grand reunion in Fig and Ford’s office. As expected, “George Astrum” is both Eugene Punchwhistle and the Hinge Highwayman. Except for my brief foray into “Barnaby is Eugene!” madness (look, not all of my crazy theories can be right), George has been my top candidate for Eugene since his introduction in Scott’s tapes. Meanwhile, it turns out that Lex had not been kidnapped or swept up in some epic trail of clues, but had simply gone to ground as part of the search for her missing brother. While I missed the delightful Esther Fallick, the moment where they asked Lex if she was aware she’d been recast was maybe my favorite line of the episode. Love a good bit of meta humor. Lex also gives more evidence that the writer of the threatening letters has plenty of access to the set. While this does point a finger towards the supposed killer unmasked in the next episode, it could also point to any number of other characters. I’ll probably come out of this looking very silly, but, as I said, I’m still not convinced that our killer and adaption-hater are in fact one and the same…

A Couple of Other Thoughts: -If Ford hadn’t been acting so ridiculous about Fig’s onset work, she probably would have taken him more seriously when he said not to hand Mel the script. As it is, I supposed we should just be thankful that Mel did, in fact, destroy it. -Mel and Ford, for all that he hates her, seem to have the same opinion on the bookclub. I don’t think that’s particularly important, other than as an indicator that Ford’s perspective is a bit out of whack, but it’s funny regardless. -God, to be a fly on the wall next time Mel sees TD. I want a three hour Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf-esque character study about THAT.

[ultravioletqueen]

HERE I AM ONCE AGAIN! i already introduced you all to all the dormleaders and to make things even im gonna introduce the vice-dormleaders that make sure that everyone stays in line and don't die when the housewardens aren't present.

Bonniebelle "bonnie" clockwork is the vice housewarden of Crownleblanc and a constant bundle of nerves, she is one of audrey's best friends and always remembers her about housewardens meetings, important dates and more.

Bonnie is very energetic and always is seen running around making sure that everything is prim and proper, she is kinda the perfectionist as you can see, she is really anxious and easy to scare.

She is responsible and brave when she is not being scaredy and nervious, she is always willing to Listen and give advice to the other students, thats why she is respected even with her quirks.

Bonnie's unique magic is called "running out of time" and allows her to make time around 5 feet very slow, if she got enough magic power could slow down the whole school.

Bonnie really likes to collect pocket watches, she has a huge collection that are mostly watches that her parents lets her keep(they work as watchmakers), she also likes to have tea parties with audrey and the rest of girls of Crownleblanc.

Yes, saba has a little crush on her, she dosen't know how to communicate shit but she tries to look out for bonnie when someone messes with her and at least they are in good terms.

Nessa vlinder technically is not mine but @julix41-blog oc but i will talk about her anyways, she is the vice dormleader of pearlcave and one of Saskia's friends, she helps saskia to have more blackmail material by the gossips of the school.

Nessa is mean, vain and is willing to sacrifice anything and anyone to stay in the top, she knows that outside of the school there's not much more for her so she's gonna enjoy the time she is her "peak" of life.

Nessa may not look like it but she sometimes feels guilty for some victims of saskia and herself, nessa used to have boyfriend that ended up using as a test of loyalty towards her New popular friends, this is something that makes nessa feel really sad and guilty and tries many times to get in contact with her ex but he dosen't want anything to do with her.

Nessa unique magic is called "voice of fathoms bellow" and allows her to hypnotize people using her singing voice, the person who is hypnotized must have total attention to nessa to work and it lasts the time the person can give nessa their undivided attention.

Nessa likes to collect seashells and make magicam videos about makeup and fashion.

Aldaalia rafiq is the vice housewarden of tigerallah and secret girlfriend of Aleayiq, she is the sister of Aleayiq's arranged fiance and a new noble of the scalding sands(her family got wealthier recently and they want to keep their New found riches by marrying their oldest son to the Yadmidas daughter).

She is funny, carefree and sassy, she knows how to make everyone around her laugh or at least make them lower their guards, is pretty confident and likes to make friends.

Aldaalia meet Aleayiq thanks to her brother and with permission from both parts they started to go with their lovers to different schools(Aleayiq's fiance is in RSA with his boyfriend) as a discret way to spent time togheter.

Aaldalia tends to be very emotional and loves drama but she knows her responsabilities and tries to live up to them. Aldaalia wishes she could just elope with Aleayiq one day but she knows better than that and trust that someday she and Aleayiq would be capable of not hiding.

Aldaalia dosen't have magic but she compensates this using wit and charisma to get what she wants.

Aldaalia has the hobbie of making jams that latter she sells in the academy cafeteria, she also likes to play rehearsal in the school teather club.

Lisha zhang is the vice housewarden of dragonlily and the most strict between her and mei lan, being authoritarian at a militar level and very harsh on the students both physically and academically.

Lisha is from a very strict household and wants to be a officer like her mother, who sadly died in duty and lisha wants to honor her following her footsteps.

Lisha is in a relationship with mei, with she has a complete switch of personality when mei is around, she becomes more nervious, kinda clumsy with her words and kinda awkard in a cute way, she highly respects and trusts mei and will follow her even when she had seen her in her worst moment.

Even with her though personality lisha is a trustworthy leader and people follow her naturally, she dosen't believe in being followed with fear instead of respect and comradery.

Lisha likes to do martial arts and is the leader of said club in the academia, she also likes to play strategy centred games.

Vasileia megarius is the sassy vice housewarden of herodoxxa and the one between she and helena who actually disciplines the rowdy and rude students.

Vasileia went through many love deceptions, she always though that everyone will be the same and that she would be easily discharted by others once they had what they wanted, but when she meet helena she only saw a bright spirit, full of joy and justice, and even when she tried to deny it she ended up falling in love with her even when she never thought of being atracted to women.

Vasileia is sassy, sarcastic and with a sharp wit, she is pretty independent and brave and wont let anyone bring her down, she may seem cynical but she is the first one to stop any conflict that affects the dorm or helena.

Vasileia dosen't have magic and relies more on her street smarts and looks to get away of trouble.

Vasileia likes to do gardening and also sings as a hobbie, she also likes ghosts stories.

Liia crane is the vice dormleader of Faeroses and the girlfriend of stephanie, they are called the king(steph) and queen(liia) of the dorm not only beacuse of how affectionate and caring they are between them but also because of their responsable and upbright leadership.

Liia is a sweet girl who alongside stephanie guides rosa in her life as a student, liia being the mos patient is the one who spends a lot of time with rosa explaining the hard assigments and helping her to aproach other girls.

Liia dosen't posses a unique magic but she is great at breaking charms and curses with ease.

Liia likes to read about politics and enjoys ballroom dancing very much.

(Español)

¡AQUÍ ESTOY OTRA VEZ! Ya les presenté a todos los líderes de dormitorio y, para que quede más claro, les presentaré a los sublíderes, que se aseguran de que todos se mantengan en orden y no mueran cuando los guardianes no están presentes.

Bonniebelle "Bonnie" Clockwork es la sublíder de Crownleblanc y un manojo de nervios constante. Es una de las mejores amigas de Audrey y siempre la recuerda para las reuniones de los guardianes, citas importantes y demás.

Bonnie es muy enérgica y siempre se la ve corriendo de un lado a otro, asegurándose de que todo esté impecable. Es un poco perfeccionista, como pueden ver, es muy ansiosa y se asusta fácilmente.

Es responsable y valiente cuando no está asustada ni nerviosa. Siempre está dispuesta a escuchar y a dar consejos a los demás estudiantes, por eso es respetada incluso con sus peculiaridades. La magia única de Bonnie se llama "Agotamiento del Tiempo" y le permite ralentizar el tiempo unos 1,5 metros. Si tuviera suficiente poder mágico, podría ralentizar a toda la escuela. A Bonnie le encanta coleccionar relojes de bolsillo; tiene una enorme colección, compuesta principalmente por relojes que sus padres (trabajan como relojeros) le permiten conservar. También le gusta tomar el té con Audrey y las demás chicas de Crownleblanc.

Sí, Saba está un poco enamorada de ella. No sabe cómo comunicarse, pero intenta proteger a Bonnie cuando alguien se mete con ella y al menos se llevan bien.

Nessa Vlinder técnicamente no es mía, sino de @julix41-blog, pero hablaré de ella de todos modos. Es la subdirectora de dormitorio de Pearlcave y una de las amigas de Saskia. Le ayuda a conseguir más material para chantajearla gracias a las habladurías de la escuela.

Nessa es mala, vanidosa y está dispuesta a sacrificarlo todo para mantenerse en la cima. Sabe que fuera de la escuela no hay mucho más para ella, así que disfrutará de su momento de mayor éxito.

Puede que Nessa no lo parezca, pero a veces se siente culpable por algunas víctimas de Saskia y por ella misma. Nessa tenía un novio que terminó usándolo como prueba de lealtad hacia sus nuevos amigos populares. Esto la entristece y la hace sentir culpable, e intenta repetidamente contactar con su ex, pero él no quiere saber nada de ella.

La magia única de Nessa se llama "Voz del mar" y le permite hipnotizar a la gente usando su voz. La persona hipnotizada debe prestarle total atención para que funcione, y dura el tiempo que le permite dedicarle toda su atención.

A Nessa le gusta coleccionar conchas marinas y hacer videos de magia sobre maquillaje y moda.

Aldaalia Rafiq es la vicerectora de Tigerallah y novia secreta de Aleayiq. Es hermana del prometido arreglado de Aleayiq y una nueva noble de scalding sands (su familia se ha enriquecido recientemente y quieren conservar su nueva fortuna casando a su hijo mayor con la hija de los Yadmidas).

Es divertida, despreocupada y atrevida; sabe cómo hacer reír a todos a su alrededor o, al menos, hacerlos bajar la guardia. Tiene mucha confianza en sí misma y le gusta hacer amigos.

Aldaalia conoció a Aleayiq gracias a su hermano y, con el permiso de ambos, comenzaron a ir con sus amantes a diferentes escuelas (el prometido de Aleayiq está en RSA con su novio) como una forma discreta de pasar tiempo juntos.

Aaldalia tiende a ser muy emotiva y le encanta el drama, pero conoce sus responsabilidades y se esfuerza por cumplirlas. Aldaalia desearía poder fugarse con Aleayiq algún día, pero sabe que no hacer algo así y confía en que algún día ella y Aleayiq serán capaces de no esconderse.

Aldaalia no tiene magia, pero lo compensa con ingenio y carisma para conseguir lo que quiere.

Aldaalia tiene como afición hacer mermeladas que luego vende en la cafetería de la academia; también le gusta ensayar en el club de teatro de la escuela.

Lisha Zhang es la vicerectora de Dragonlily y la más estricta entre ella y Mei Lan. Es autoritaria a nivel militar y muy dura con los estudiantes, tanto física como académicamente.

Lisha proviene de una familia muy estricta y aspira a ser oficial como su madre, quien lamentablemente falleció en servicio, y quiere honrarla siguiendo sus pasos.

Lisha tiene una relación con Mei, y su personalidad cambia por completo cuando ella está cerca: se vuelve más nerviosa, un poco torpe con sus palabras y algo torpe, pero tiernamente. La respeta y confía mucho en Mei, y la sigue incluso en sus peores momentos.

A pesar de su personalidad, Lisha es una líder confiable y la gente la sigue con naturalidad, pero no cree en que la sigan con miedo, sino con respeto y camaradería.

A Lisha le gustan las artes marciales y es la líder del club en la academia. También le gusta jugar juegos de estrategia.

Vasileia Megarius es la descarada vicerectora de Herodoxxa, quien entre ella y Helena es quien disciplina a los estudiantes alborotadores y groseros.

Vasileia sufrió muchas decepciones amorosas. Siempre pensó que todos serían iguales y que sería fácilmente abandonada una vez que consiguieran lo que deseaban. Pero cuando conoció a Helena, solo vio un espíritu brillante, lleno de alegría y justicia. Incluso cuando intentó negarlo, terminó enamorándose de ella, incluso cuando nunca pensó en sentirse atraída por las mujeres.

Vasileia es descarada, sarcástica y de ingenio agudo. Es bastante independiente y valiente, y no deja que nadie la deprima. Puede parecer cínica, pero es la primera en detener cualquier conflicto que afecte a la residencia o a Helena.

Vasileia no tiene magia y se basa más en su astucia callejera y busca escapar de los problemas. A Vasileia le gusta hacer jardinería y también canta como pasatiempo, también le gustan las historias de fantasmas.

Liia Crane es la subdirectora del dormitorio de faeroses y la novia de Stephanie. Se las conoce como el rey (Steph) y la reina (Liia) del dormitorio, no solo por su paciencia y cariño, sino también por su liderazgo responsable y ejemplar.

Liia es una chica dulce que, junto con Stephanie, guía a Rosa en su vida estudiantil. Liia, la más paciente, pasa mucho tiempo con Rosa explicándole las tareas difíciles y ayudándola a acercarse a otras chicas.

Liia no posee una magia especial, pero es muy buena rompiendo encantamientos y maldiciones con facilidad.

A Liia le gusta leer sobre política y disfruta mucho del baile de salón.

[katiesautisms]

Hi I did the writing thing again >:)

This time, it's about Michael Afton reflecting on the bite of '83; I'm pretty proud of this one :]

TW's: child murder, blood

Also this one is just kinda upsetting in general, when I finished this one I felt bummed out for a good while

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Waiting waiting waiting, it feels like I've been waiting here for an eternity in disassociation. The doctors won't even let me see him, only my father was allowed inside. I can hear only the mumbles of the adults and the occasional crying from my brother from out here.

It was supposed to be a prank, just a joke, sure he'd be the butt of it but....I never wanted this. I hope he knows I love him, and that I never meant to hurt him. What older sibling wouldn't want to mess with their younger sibling a little? Who wouldn't want to see them cry? To feel constantly afraid? To see them in a state of ungodly fear?

...I love him, I swear to god I do.

I will admit, I've had some resentment towards him for a while. My father wouldn't let my brother go with him to that restaurant he owns for some reason, so he made me take care of him everyday after school. Taking care of that little...kid was the last thing I wanted to do coming home from the hell that is sophomore year in highschool; so I decided that I wanted to have some fun with him.

He loved that restaurant my dad owns, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, he had so much merchandise from there that his room felt like a museum dedicated to the place. It started when I took a foxy mask he wore for his first Halloween, I'd hide behind a part of the house and jump out to scare him. He'd cry every time, it was a little scary how I kind of enjoyed watching him bawl his eyes out, but my friends assured me it was completey normal. But then he had a birthday, it's today, it was supposed to be a day where he'd be the happiest he's ever been.

Interrupting my train of thought, my father walked out of the room with my little sister. They both sit down on a bench across from me. A painful silence stabbed all of us, occasionally being interrupted with my focus being turned towards my sister fidgeting with whatever she could find, before my heart gets stabbed again as I turn back to staring at my stained shoes.

"Michael..." said my father with a deep, exhausted, slightly angry tone.

I looked up at him, my biggest fear was that he'd say that he was disappointed in me, that I was a mistake, that he hated me.

"...nevermind, forget it." Somehow, the impact of those three, seemingly meaningless words made my fears seem so insignificant.

I went back to disassociating, trying to comprehend all that happened to keep myself from crying.

Me and my friends met up at the restaurant, none of us having the heavenly gift that is hindsight. This time, all four of us jumped out at my brother with different mask, each being a different character. We made fun of him for being afraid...I made fun of him for being afraid. Then I came up with an idea for a prank, the prank.

Two characters, a yellow bunny and a yellow bear, the ladder singing a song while the former played an instrument. I wanted to REALLY scare my brother by putting him up to the bear, right in his mouth.

All four of us carried him by his arms, his weak legs kicking us, not at all disturbing our walk. His screams being drowned out by our laughing. We got to the stage, right in front of the bear. We carried him closer and closer until we shoved his head in the animatronic mouth, its movements were jammed. Me and my friends were all laughing hysterically.

But then the bear bit down. Hard.

There was blood, so much blood. It covered the animatronic's head. My brother then went limp. We weren't laughing anymore. You couldn't even see his head, it was all red.

I stood there. Paralyzed, in what I thought at the time was fear, but it's only now I realize it was guilt. I was sorry. I am so, so sorry Evan.

People all around the restaurant were screaming at the sight, my family rushed to emergency room at the closest hospital we could find. Where I am right now.

I glance at my father again, rubbing both of his eyes with one hand while the other held his glasses. My sister hugged him tightly, burying her face in his shirt.

I can hear the heartbeat monitor they've hooked up to my brother.

"Beep. Beep. Beep."

The sound almost brings me to tears. I can't bare what I've done.

"Beep. Beep. Beep."

He's only nine years old, he just wanted to have a fun birthday party with his favorite characters. Trying to forget how a few days prior he was made fun of by every kid on the block for being a crybaby. That was my fault...

"Beep. Beep. Beep."

I start to tear up, which quickly turned into soft crying. I'm so sorry Evan, I know I'm a piece of shit brother, I know you deserve so much better, I know you're in so much pain.

"Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep."

BONUS:

Where... where am I?!

Why can't I see? It's so dark here.

Why can't I breath? What happened? I remember being really hurt and really scared for a few seconds, and then I wasn't hurt or scared anymore.

DAD?! ELIZABETH?! MICHAEL?! Why can't I scream??

I can hear though, I hear people talking about how someone was hurt, something about calling an ambulance. I don't know what's happening, but I hope whoever was hurt gets to feel better.

I can't move, I feel like there's something really heavy on my chest. Where's my dad? I want to go home....

...why can't I cry?