#best friend dori

[arickaandherfictionalothers]

Vetera et praesens (past and present) Part Three: The Emperors vs. the Microwave

It had been three days since the arrival of Geta and Caracalla to the modern day. The girls had welcomed them so quickly, integrated them into their lives so easily. They had learned a lot about a lot of things, from lightbulbs to television to modern makeup- a story for a different day.

Now they were faced with a new modern marvel- the microwave. The two boys stared at it, unsure if they touched it wrong they might be cursed.

Aricka slides up, gently puts her hands on Calla’s hips to move him to the side. “May I?” She’s got a baggie of microwave popcorn in her hands. “It can be a bit tricky if you’ve never used a microwave before.”

She unwraps the popcorn and sets in inside the microwave; “okay; so it’s a bit tricky heating up popcorn, I typically just set it for 2 minutes and 10 seconds.” She punches in the numbers. “Now we hit start,” and a beep follows, followed by a whirring sound. “Now we wait.”

They stand in front of the microwave, watching the popcorn through the window. Aricka bit her lip, feeling like she’s being judged. Don’t be nervous don’t be nervous, She thinks.

“You-You do not need a fire to cook this... popcorn, you called it?" Geta asks. Aricka shakes her head, a small smile appearing.

Aricka shakes her head, a small smile appearing. “It’s… electric, um- “ she flounders for a second, popping the knuckles on her left hand. Geta watched the movement, noting it was similar to something he did when he was stressed or thinking hard about something.

“It’s a form of energy emerging from the presence of charged particles both statically as an increase of charge- basically, it’s a substance that can help heat things up- like when you rub your hands together for warmth when it’s cold.” She explains. “So- right now, the popcorn is just kernels. But because it’s in the microwave, it will get hotter and hotter and then it will pop-! And then it becomes fluffy and white.”

Right as she said POP, the popcorn began to pop, and she giggled softly. Geta jumped back slightly, but inched closer.

“Fascinating,” Caracalla says , stepping closer to Aricka to watch. His arms slide around her from behind; and he rests his chin on her shoulder. She laughs and tilts her head, leaning into the touch. “Such wonders the future holds.”

“I’m so glad we get to show you,” she says, putting her hands on top of his. She felt such a connection to the older twin emperor. It wasn’t a secret before her and Dori watched the movie that she was crushing on Caracalla.

The microwave finished, with a slight BEEP, sound and Aricka opens the door. Carefully she pulled the bag out. “It’s hot,” she cautions as she opens the bag.

Steam rose from the bag, and a pleasant smell followed. Aricka pulled a few pieces of popcorn out, offering them to Caracalla and Geta. They both gave her a skeptical look. “It’s good, I promise.” She takes a piece for her own and eats it.

Both of them take a piece of popcorn and hesitantly eat it. Their eyebrows furrowing as they process the unusual texture. After a few bites, their confused expressions melt into a look of surprise. "Mmmm..." the twins hum in unison.

"That's much better than I expected." Geta says in an impressed tone.

Aricka giggles, her eyes lighting up. “It’s even better when you melt down butter and sprinkle salt on it-!”

“Now that, I would like to try.” Calla says, accepting a few more pieces, glancing at Aricka; who blushed and gave him a soft look in response.

“Hey… Geta… you wanna go help Dori pick out the movie we watch tonight?” Aricka asks with a sly smile. Calla and Aricka had made it their mission to hook the two younger ones up together

"Oh! Um...yes," he smiles, feeling a slight blush creep up on his cheeks, "Yes, I'll go help them. I'll leave you to it." He nods and makes his way over to the living room.

Aricka giggles, waving at Geta as he leaves.

Then she realized that left her alone with Caracalla- her crush.

Her cheeks flushed red and she emptied the popcorn into a big yellow bowl. “You wanna grab me another bag of popcorn please?” She asks softly.

“Of course,” He answers just as soft. He rounds the table and grabs another bag, and remembering Aricka’s words; unwrapped the plastic wrap before putting it in the microwave. “How long?” He asks.

Aricka moves to stand beside him, so close he could feel her body warmth, and pushed the right buttons.

He turns so he’s facing her. And she looks up at him. “Hi,” she smiles.

Caracalla smiles back. “Hi.” He carefully pushes a strand of hair behind her ear, and she blushes again. His fingers trail down the smooth skin of her face to her chin, and she lets it happen, heart racing in her chest. “I’m really glad we ended up here,” he says. “You two… You have been so kind to us… even though you could’ve turned us away.”

“Never,” Aricka says, covering his wrist with her hand. “We aren’t like that.”

“I know now,” he says, still quiet like he’s afraid of breaking the moment. His other hand drops down to grab hers, and he holds it up carefully. “I guess…. What I’m trying to say is… thank you.” She smiles once more, and at that moment the microwave beeped, startling them both. She steps away, and Caracalla immediately missed her warmth. Aricka fussed over the popcorn and got it ready, but he catches her hand again.

She looks up at him, and he noticed just how small a space was between them. “Aricka…” he said, softly, almost a whisper.

“Caracalla?”

“I don’t usually ask…. Before doing this.. but I feel like… I feel like I should.”

“Ask what?”

“If I can kiss you?” Her eyes widened, and her face turned crimson once more.

“Oh-! I- that is…” she clears her throat. “You may. Kiss me, that is.” He grins, steps a bit closer to her, and tilts her chin slightly upward. He leans down slowly, wanting to give her every opportunity to back out if she changed her mind.

But she was leaning towards him, her eyes drifting shut as she waited for him to make a move. As soon as her lips were pressed against his, his first thought was, she tastes like cherries.

Her hand reaches up to brush his chin, and he carefully placed his hands on her shoulders.

The moment would’ve continued, if they weren’t startled by two voices cheering for them. Aricka jumped away and Caracalla looked up to see-

Geta and Dori in the doorway to the kitchen. “We were wondering what was taking you so long,” Dori teased.

“If you two wanted a moment alone all you had to do was ask,” Geta added. Aricka blushed and hid her face in Caracalla’s shoulder.

“It just sort of happened.. we didn’t really plan on it..” Caracalla says. “Plus, we wanted to give you the opportunity to do the same with Dori.”

This causes the younger two twins to stammer, unable to formulate a proper sentence. Aricka giggles,

“Be nice you two.” She looks at Geta. “I really do like your brother. I won’t hurt him, I promise.”

This made him soften slightly. “I know you won’t.”

At that moment, the microwave beeps, causing all four of them to jump. They all look at each other, and promptly start laughing. “I’ll get it,” Caracalla says, going over and carefully pulling the bag of popcorn out.

Aricka goes and grabs the butter and salt, drizzling both items generously over the top of the popcorn. “What movie did you guys pick?”

“Iron Man-! I figured a good action movie would be fun,”‘Dori says, grabbing some cans of pop from the fridge. Aricka hums excitedly.

“Tony Stark-!!!” She grabs Calla’s hand and the popcorn. “Let’s go-!”

The rest of the evening was spent watching Marvel movies and laughing, all of them enjoying the popcorn and having a great time.

And that’s all she wrote, until next time-!

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@astralshipper @rosieshipper @hyperionshipping @yeehawselfshipping @letsgofoletsgo @callsign-revenge @purifierkisser

[tamagoneko]

BONUS ART!!

the luau scene 🥥🌴🌺🍍

[moocha-muses]

Dodo wants attention!

[leontheluxuriousone]

HOOOLYY SHIT

TROLLS: BAND TOGETHER IS IS FUCKING GOOD OMFG

IVE LIKED TROLLS EVER SINCE 2016 BUT FELL OUT OF IT BUT DAAMN THEY ROPED ME IN

LIKE THE CHARACTERS, THE SONGS?!? SO GOOD

VELVET AND VENEER? AMAZING

AND DONT GET ME STARTED ON BROZONE. FLOYD AND BRANCH ARE SUCH BROS 😭❤️🙏

BUT OMG CLAY WAS MY ALL TIME FAV

9/10 SOILD MOVIE

BABY BRANCH WAS SOO CUTE I CANT 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[separocean-anxiety]

I adore how, in the few instances where he isn’t completely high-strung, Marlin is actually a very silly guy.

[coasterqueencat]

I did this lil sketch of John Dory and Rhonda today. It turned out so cute! They’re the besties ever. :)

[staggerinbeauty]

@dimxndsareforever

Marsha had no idea what she walked in to and as Doris spoke, the scene became clear. Marsha had not cooked her own food in years so she could not speak much but the pies looked better than anything she could make.

She took Doris's hands and looked into her big puppy dog eyes. She smiled sweetly like a best friend would.

"Oh I can do more than read your mind. I know what a woman of your stature and beauty needs. Leave the pies and come overcharge a credit card with me. We will shop all of Gotham, eat in nothing less than five star and we will end the day with whatever entertainment your heart desires."

Marsha knew how to treat her friends, her dearest got the best treatment. Just ask Roxxy or Insecta. She loved making her friends happy and bond with them. Doris was one she wanted to bond with and hoped this was how.

She turned Doris's hand over and kissed her knuckle. "Come. Leave this and let us go play. I can have my assistant help you tomorrow. I want to spend time with my Doris. Hang up the apron."

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If dreams truly were meant to come true, then surely this was the moment. Admittedly, Doris couldn't recall the last time she'd gotten to do a girl's night out, nor done any sort of large shopping spree. It felt as though the dame’s wallet was always laced with a coat of thick dust; each time she opened it appeared as though a cloud of dust would puff out of the fibers. It was no wonder why on occasion she'd have things 'accidentally' fall into her pockets at the store. Additionally, the last time she'd taken a break? Oh dear…

Doris was SUCH a devoted partner to Edgar Cizko-- oh AHEM, devoted--Partner in crime, of course! But sometimes she'd find herself so wrapped up in what he was doing, or what she could do to better assist him with his many, many schemes that she'd often lose her time of the day, forgetting to put moments off to the side for herself. Yes, in Doris's eyes he was wonderful-- BUT. She needed some time away from men, she wanted to spend some time with the girls! It was time she put up that apron of her's for the day…

" Goodness me, Marsha! OH-hohohohoo~!!" Doris let out a humbled yet rather elegant fit of laughter before she went to untie the apron she had on, one that'd been stained with flour and other remains left behind from the many pies she'd attempted to bake. " I feel so pampered already... hm.. 'Pampered--' " Her voice trailed off as her gaze seemed to wander along with it

" When's the last time you've gotten your nails done? If you're in due for a manicure, we MUST go to Devine Beauty & Spa '' She'd mentioned before further explaining "-- Last time I was there it was simply just ELEGANT. And the nails lasted. And that means a lot coming from a lady like me. Sometimes my nails split when punching down walls, have you-- But Devine? I think I didn't have to go back in for an entire month!"

[arickaandherfictionalothers]

Vetera et praesens (past and present)

Chapter One: An Unexpected Surprise

(Eventual Aricka x Caracalla, eventual Dori x Geta)

(Aricka and Dori are watching Gladiator II. What happens when two of their favorite characters fall into their living room-?)

“How did this happen?”

“I don’t know; the lights flickered; the movie flickered, and now they’re here-!”

Caracalla was the first to come to, and quickly realized that he wasn’t in the Imperial Box anymore- he was leaned against something- or someone. He looks up- into the bluest eyes he’d ever seen.

The owner of said blue eyes gasps, “oh, you’re awake! Emperor Caracalla, are you okay?” Their voice is soft; feminine. She helps him sit up, and he grips her hand.

“Yes- I’m just- where am I?” The girl bites her lip, a worried expression in her eyes.

“That’s… a bit complicated. But I promise you’re okay. You’re safe. Neither of us are going to hurt you or your brother.”

Geta was here-?

“Geta..?” He looks over and sees another lady with his brother; who had just woken; it seemed, helping him stand up and walk over to where he was.

Geta was still taking a minute to process what just happened, having gone quiet, twisting the ring on his left hand. Aricka noticed, from where she was helping Caracalla sit on the couch. She looks at her twin, “is he okay?” She mouths, motioning with her eyes to the younger twin emperor.

“I think he's in shock." They mouth to her. They look back at Geta, clearing their throat to get his attention. "Emperor Geta?"

He jumps slightly as he's pulled out of his thoughts. "Y-yes?" Dori gives him an assuring look.

"Why don't you sit down with your brother? Just take a minute."

He hesitantly nods and walks over to the couch. Dori gently helps him sit down. "I'm sure this is a lot for you two."

Aricka was sitting in Calla’s lap, the older twin having pulled her down into it, still a bit unsure but she smiles at Geta as assuringly as possible. “My name is Aricka. This is my younger, twin sibling, Dori.”

Caracalla runs a hand idly up and down her back. “That’s a pretty name.”

She blushes. “Thanks… I got it for my birthday.” He laughs- not unkindly- at her and she blushes.

“It was the perfect choice.” She smiles.

“Thank you…” she squeezes his shoulder carefully. “You’re safe here…we won’t let you get hurt…”

“We'll protect you...We'll be like your personal guards,” Dori was absentmindedly rubbing Geta’s shoulder, and it made Aricka smile to see him lean into her twin’s touch.

Caracalla leans his head against Aricka’s shoulder, his other arm wrapping around her. “We don’t have much of a choice but to trust you….”

“We will earn that trust. I assure you. She begins running a hand through his hair, and he leans into her touch, too, and it made her heart twist and flip flop.

“While I find your promise of our safety comforting," Geta says, "one thing still has me at unease...how exactly did we arrive here?"

Dori looks over at Aricka, "Well...we don't really know, ourselves."

Aricka shrugs. “I mean… this stuff usually doesn’t happen in our world. But I have an idea?”

The two boys look at her, waiting for her to continue.

“I mean… time travel is the best way I can think about it. But how you guys time traveled through the movie…”

“Movie?” Caracalla asks. She shares a panicked look with Dori, before relaxing and looking back at Caracalla.

“We were just watching a movie featuring the two of you. You were characters in it. It was based on your real lives.” He nods. “Dori and I really liked the two of you. I guess the movie decided to do something about it?”

"Yeah,” Dori agreed, “Maybe it decided that you two needed something good in your lives." They look over at Aricka, "And I guess that something was us."

The boys sit quietly for a moment, then Calla’s grip grew stronger around Aricka’s middle. “Now what?” A quiet question. Aricka wrapped her own arms around his neck, leaned so her lips brushed against ginger curls.

“Now-?” She grins, “Now, we teach you how modern life works.”

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@astralshipper @rosieshipper @hyperionshipping @yeehawselfshipping @letsgofoletsgo

[fluff-e-boy]

Canon tbh

[theheadlessgroom]

https://www.tumblr.com/beatingheart-bride/723535704325570560/theheadlessgroom-beatingheart-bride

@beatingheart-bride

At this, Dorian couldn’t help but flash her a smile: He was really a great gardener in her future? It was enough for him to turn bashful for a moment, saying, “Well, that’s...that’s very high praise, seeing as I’m only something of a novice, now, really...a hobbyist. I would spend more time in the gardens and the conservatory if I could, more time among the plants, but...my parents won’t hear of it.”

As far as his parents were concerned, an interest in gardening and flowers wasn’t the sort of hobby for a young prince of the South; if he were going to have a hobby, it should be something like hunting or horseback riding or fencing, all of which he had done before, true, but had never appealed much to Dorian. His parents may have thought the gardening should be left to a groundskeeper, but he did his damndest not to let their gentle discouragements, their efforts to nudge him towards other hobbies, keep him away.

“It’s one of the few places I can get away from them, even for a short while,” he confessed, feeling secure enough in her presence to say this. “Whenever I have a free moment, I’ll slip away and go down to the conservatory with some records and play some music while I garden-they say music’s good for growth, and it’s just...nice to listen while I work. Lizzie likes to come in and help me too; she’s the one who got me interested in the language of flowers and what they mean. 

I hope, today, when I give her a bouquet, she’ll...she’ll known I’m telling her that I love her. That I’ve always loved her, and always will.”

[templeofshame]

I don't know how I feel about Genevieve being a real estate agent now that she's not managing a harmony-based queer folk-pop band. Apparently she was Ty and Ingrid's realtor, which is among the gayest things I've heard. I guess they're probably on better terms than Ty and Doris. I hope she's happy.

Wait Ty and Doris are Facebook friends but Gen and Doris aren't, maybe I'm totally wrong about where the conflict was or maybe things have just changed in all those years

[zephsthings]

zeph i am also expecting you to be asleep when i get home! sleep!!!

no promises :)))

[sharry-arry-odd]

True, it was strange that they were both without husbands: Were they spinster sisters, or congenial cousins? she wondered. But they clearly intended to be domiciled together, nonetheless, or they would not have inquired about the cottage. She acknowledged to herself that surely none of this concerned her.

The Ladies, by Doris Grumbach

[hanniebaeee]

Clueless: Just friends?

Lee Know x fem!reader

Warnings: language, suggestive content MDNI

Genre: friends with benefits to lovers, fluff

Summary: You and Minho used to be friends with benefits. Until you caught feelings, and you both called it off. But Minho obviously misses you and is miserable even though he doesn't want to admit it. And his brothers have had enough of his moping.

Clueless Masterlist

The arrangement with Minho had been perfect - or at least it had started that way. Opposite apartments on the same floor of your nice apartment building. You’d text each other, and within minutes, someone was at the other’s door. No strings, no drama. Just a lot of heat that left you breathless and a little sore the next day.

Until, of course, you did the one thing you promised yourself you wouldn’t do - you caught feelings.

And naturally, Minho, emotionally stunted and a menace to society, panicked. He started pulling away, making excuses every time you asked if he wanted to come over. The warmth in his teasing dimmed into something guarded.

And it hurt. A lot. His rejection wasn't something you had expected, because no matter what anyone said, he was so soft and sweet to you. But he obviously didn't want a relationship, and you both decided to stop seeing each other.

You missed him. Not just his touch, but everything else too. The way he always brought food over (making excuses about how he had extra), held you tight when you had a hard day and how his cats lived with you more than they did with him. Oh you missed the cats. They were literally your kids - and this dirty divorce had given him full custody of them.

And Minho? He was a mess. Not that he’d admit it.

And Jisung had had about enough of his best friend and his brooding.

---

Jisung: OKAY EVERYONE STOP.

Chan: What's up?

Hyunjin: What did you do?

Jisung: NOTHING. THIS IS ABOUT MINHO.

Seungmin: What did he do?

Jisung: He’s been moping for WEEKS. And I'm sick of it.

Changbin: You sure? That’s just his face.

Jisung: LISTEN. IT’S ABOUT Y/N.

Hyunjin: Ohhhhhh.

Felix: I KNEW IT.

Minho: What the hell is going on?

Jisung: OH LOOK WHO DECIDED TO SHOW UP. Jisung: YOU, SIR, ARE A DRAMA QUEEN.

---

Minho sighed. This was the last thing he needed right now.

---

Minho: I’m not moping.

Felix: Sure. And I’m not Australian.

Hyunjin: Yeah, totally not glaring at your phone at all.

Minho: It’s not about her.

Jeongin: Are you sure you didn't accidentally click her name in your contacts 12 times yesterday?

Chan: What's going on, Min?

Minho: I don't even know what you guys are going on about!

Minho: We were friends. With benefits. Not lovers. She was nice in bed. That’s it.

---

There was complete silence in the chat for a minute before it exploded.

---

Chan: No, Minho. No. No. No.

Seungmin: Okay, first of all, what the actual fuck?

Hyunjin: Bro, you did not just say that.

Jisung: YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKING LOSER.

Changbin: 😡

Jeongin: Hyung, she's an angel, how could you?

Felix: We’re literally trying to save you from yourself.

Minho: Well don't.

---

Minho hated himself. He absolutely hated himself. But he couldn't dwell on the self hate because Jisung just sent a video of Minho pacing his living room like a caged animal, while ranting about you being gone.

---

Hyunjin: Wow. Ok.

Minho: 🙄

Minho: Stop. Just stop.

Chan: Look, you’re obviously miserable. Why not just talk to her?

Seungmin: Yeah, genius. It’s not like she doesn’t live 20 feet away.

Minho: What if she doesn’t feel the same?

Jeongin: I'm sorry, but you’re an idiot.

Hyunjin: Dude. She liked you enough to start this whole thing. You just have to get over your dumb commitment issues.

Changbin: Honestly, just confess. Worst-case scenario, you cry into Dori.

Minho: I hate you all.

Jisung: Hate is a strong word for someone who’s about to sob into his cat.

Minho: Fine. I’ll talk to her.

---

Minho sat on his couch, heart pounding as he stared at your number on his phone. He’d been backed into a corner by his idiot friends, and now there was no escape.

And knowing you, he had a feeling that this was going to be the single most difficult task ever.

With a frustrated groan, he stood and grabbed his hoodie. He was going to do this. Because he loved you so much, and he was miserable without you.

Across the hall, in your apartment, you were getting some work done, sipping on coffee. You heard the doorbell, and when you opened the door, you saw Minho - disheveled, nervous, and yet, as handsome as ever. And your traitorous heart did that stupid thing it always did around him.

“Hey,” he said softly, eyes meeting yours. “Can we talk?”

Minho hadn’t been this nervous in a long time. He stood at your doorstep, heart racing, and palms sweaty, his usual confidence nowhere to be seen.

And he confessed. Nothing dramatics. Just a straightforward, “I love you.”

You'd stared at him as if trying to figure out if he was high. Or had hit his head somewhere. Or if he was simply horny.

But no. Then came his little speech. I know I don't deserve you. I was an asshole (of course he was). I was afraid (as if you weren't). And more than anything - I hurt you. And I hate myself for it. Ok now that you could work with.

But as hard as you tried, sometimes you just couldn't contain that bratty side of you (one that he apparently loved).

You crossed your arms, glaring at him like he’d just run over your dog.

“You can’t just waltz over here, say ‘I love you,’ and expect me to fall into your arms,” you snapped, looking infuriatingly hot with your brows furrowed and your lips pursed in defiance. “You rejected me, Minho. Do you know much that hurt me?”

His stomach twisted.

“I… I wasn’t ready -” he stuttered, looking terrified.

“Yeah, well, now I’m not ready,” you said, taking a step back and slamming the door in his face for dramatic effect.

You leaned against the door, fuming and freaking out all together. Your hands shook so hard as you wrapped your head around the fact that Minho just confessed to you and you slammed the door on his face.

And Minho stood in the hallway, a mix of shock, frustration, and - God help him - arousal bubbling under the surface. You were bratty when you were mad, of course. It made him want to kiss you and throttle you all at once.

---

Minho: She hates me.

Hyunjin: No, she doesn't. She slammed the door on your face didn't she?

Minho: How the hell are you so accurately right?

Jeongin: It's his thing.

Felix: What happened?

Jisung: Wait. Did you confess?

Minho: YES.

Minho: AND SHE SLAMMED THE DOOR IN MY FACE.

Hyunjin: Obviously.

Chan: So she didn’t say no?

Jisung: LMFAO.

Jeongin: She’s mad at you? Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.

Minho: SHE SAID A SIMPLE “I LOVE YOU” WOULDN’T WORK ON HER. WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!

Seungmin: It means she’s not an idiot.

Changbin: Exactly. You rejected her and took months to realize you’re in love. She deserves a little groveling.

Minho: GROVELING?

Felix: Oh, for sure.

---

He was not groveling. No way. Lee Minho didn't grovel. Hell no.

---

Jisung: Yeah, buddy. You gotta pull out all the stops now. Dinner, flowers, interpretive dance. The works.

Minho: STOP.

Hyunjin: Actually, the dance idea is kinda sexy. Imagine Minho doing a hip roll to apologize.

Felix: STOP IT. I’M WHEEZING.

Minho: CAN YOU ALL BE SERIOUS FOR TWO SECONDS?!

Chan: Look, the point is, you hurt her feelings. You need to show her that you’re serious.

Minho: How?! She's a damn brat. She enjoys torturing me.

Jisung: If she’s a brat, she’s gonna want to see you sweat.

Minho: She frustrates me.

Jisung: So you're sure you're just frustrated and not turned on right now?

---

Damn Jisung.

---

Jeongin: YAHHHH

Felix: You’re INTO IT???

Changbin: My man’s in love AND down bad.

Minho: Please.

Felix: Okay, focus. If groveling isn’t your style, do something you.

Hyunjin: Yeah. Seduce her with your weird cat boy energy or whatever.

Minho: You’re all useless.

Seungmin: Says the man who just admitted to being horny and clueless.

Chan: Minho, she clearly wants you to prove yourself. You’ve got to show her you’re willing to put in effort.

Hyunjin: Write her a song. Serenade her. Cry through it.

Minho: I don’t cry.

Jisung: LIES. I’ve seen you cry at those pet videos.

Minho: JISUNG YOU'RE DEAD.

Minho: What if she never forgives me?

Jeongin: She will. She’s just mad. Just play along.

Hyunjin: He’s right. Drama makes us hotter.

Minho: You're all insane 🙄

Chan: Insane but not wrong. Now, go apologize properly.

---

Minho paced his living room, his mind racing through ideas - romantic dinner? A heartfelt speech? Maybe just tossing himself at your feet and begging?

He needed a plan.

---

Minho: Fine. Give me ideas to make her forgive me.

Jisung: OHOHOHOHOHO.

Felix: Oh, this is gonna be good.

Hyunjin: Okay, everyone, let’s brainstorm.

Changbin: Classic dinner and flowers. Can’t go wrong.

Jisung: No, no. She’s mad. You need to go BIG. Like, dramatic big.

Minho: Like what? Fall to my knees in the rain?

Hyunjin: YES. Bonus points if you sob.

Minho: I’m not doing that.

Seungmin: You’re all useless. Look, Minho, she’s mad because you hurt her. You need to make her feel special. Do something that shows you actually care.

Jisung: STRIPTEASE.

Chan: Jisung.

Felix: WAIT. THAT’S ACTUALLY KIND OF FUNNY.

Hyunjin: Picture this. You show up at her door, music playing, and just start taking things off.

Minho: I want to win her back. Not make her think I'm horny.

Jisung: Coward.

---

Obviously he knew this would happen. He knew it.

---

Chan: Okay, let’s regroup. Minho, what does she like?

Minho: Being mad at me, apparently.

Jeongin: Sounds like she has taste.

Minho: She likes reading. And baking. And…dancing.

Felix: Aha! Bake her something!

Hyunjin: And while it’s baking, do a little dance. Shirtless.

Jisung: OOOH. Combine the ideas. Show up with baked goods and then do the striptease.

Minho: Oh my God.

Seungmin: You could apologize like a normal person, you know.

Felix: Where’s the fun in that?

Jisung: No, no. We need something iconic.

Felix: Okay, serious suggestion: Show her that you actually listened to her. Her favorite food? Or something thoughtful that shows you care about what she likes.

Minho: Like…?

Hyunjin: Cook her favorite meal.

Chan: Or bring her flowers that mean something.

Jisung: Or do the striptease.

Minho: STOP WITH THE STRIPTEASE.

Felix: It’s not a bad idea, you know. Women love confidence.

Minho: I’ll do the cooking idea. But if this backfires, I'm gonna hunt each one of you down and then see what happens.

Jisung: Lies. You’ll be back to cry about it.

---

Minho got to work. He spent hours perfecting your favorite meal, rehearsing his apology in front the mirror, and trying not to think about how much he wanted to kiss you. God, he just wanted to cuddle you and tell you how much his life sucked without you in it.

When he finally knocked on your door, you opened it to find him standing there, holding so many containers of food and looking uncharacteristically nervous.

“Hi,” he said, voice soft. “Can I come in?”

You crossed your arms, and sighed.

"Minho, I really don't have the time-"

"I made your favorite," he said, holding up the containers. "And I will grovel if that's what it takes."

You did love it when he cooked for you.

“This better be good.”

Minho stood in your living room, wringing his hands as you sat on the couch, glaring at him. He set the food on the coffee table and looked at you, his sharp tongue failing him for once.

“I was afraid,” he finally said, voice low.

“Afraid of what? Being happy?” You asked, arching an eyebrow.

Minho winced.

“Yes. No. I mean…God, I don’t know. You’re everything to me, okay? And I was scared I’d ruin it. And then I did ruin it, and now I’m standing here like an idiot, begging you to let me fix it.”

“You… you really mean that?” You asked, your voice softer now, your eyes obviously filling up with tears.

“I’ve been a mess without you. I love you and I’m sorry it took me so long to realize it, but I do. I love you, and I’ll spend as long as it takes proving it to you.” he whispered, and you sighed, standing up and stepping closer to him.

“You’re such a dumbass, you know that?”

“Yeah, I've been told.”

And then he cupped your cheeks with his hands and kissed you. Rough and messy, the tension melting away as your arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer.

“You better not mess this up.” you muttered against his lips.

“Not a chance.”

---

Minho: We’re trying the relationship thing.

Felix: OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG!!

Hyunjin: FINALLY.

Jisung: Thank you 🙏

Changbin: Congrats, lover boy.

Chan: Proud of you, Minho.

Felix: Did she like the food?

Minho: Um, it kinda went cold. She’s heating it up now.

Hyunjin: LMAO.

Jisung: What about the striptease? Did you do it?

Minho: 🙄🙄🙄

Jisung: ANSWER THE QUESTION, COWARD.

Minho: We did strip. So… hehe.

Felix: SIR.

Hyunjin: NOT THE “HEHE.”

Jisung: I CAN’T BREATHE.

Changbin: YOU DOG.

Chan: Minho, for the love of God.

Minho: You asked.

Jisung: My dude really said, “She forgave me, and then we got NAKED.” ICONIC.

Jeongin: Please. I just came here to see if Minho hyung was still single, and now I want to bleach my brain.

Chan: Can we not, for once, be so feral?

Hyunjin: You’re in the wrong chat for that, Christopher.

Jisung: Anyway, so… did you, like, destroy the house or… ?

Minho: I will never speak to any of you again.

Jisung: YOU CAN’T JUST DROP “WE STRIPPED” AND THEN LEAVE.

Felix: It’s called a cliffhanger, Ji. Let the man be mysterious.

Hyunjin: Yeah, mysterious about how whipped he is.

Felix: Totally

Divider: @saradika-graphics

Tags: @moonchild9350 @velvetmoonlght @eastjonowhere @pixie-felix @sailor--sun @chancloud8 @captainchrisstan @hansmic @emilyywhyy @hanadulsetaad

[linoxpudding]

Falling For You

summary: based on the promt "you walk in, and my heart beats differently." – when his best friend unknowingly makes his heart race, he realizes it’s love, leading to a heartfelt confession that changes everything

pairing: skz x reader

genre: fluff, friends-to-lovers

a/n: oh to be confessed like this, based on this cute request ♡

*all the images are collected from pinterest, I tried to add pics that capture the vibe*

Masterlist

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Bang Chan

You walk into Chan’s studio, balancing a takeout bag and two cups of coffee. It was already late at night. He looks up from his laptop, exhaustion written all over his face - until he sees you.

"You brought me food?" he asks, eyes softening.

You set it down on the small coffee table in the room. "You work too much." You can tell he’s been glued to his work all night.

Chan lets out a quiet chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, well…" He exhales, watching as you take his wrist and pull him up from the chair, leading him to the couch to sit beside him. Your legs brush as you begin unpacking the food containers.

For a while, the only sounds are the faint hum of the studio equipment and the soft rustling of food being opened. Chan watches you, the weariness in his eyes slowly fading as he takes in the sight of you sitting there, your presence grounding him in a way nothing else can.

Then, almost absentmindedly, he murmurs, "You walk in, and my heart beats differently."

You freeze, your heart skipping at his words. "What?" You blink, unsure if you heard him right.

His eyes flick to yours, realizing what he just said out loud. But instead of backtracking, he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

"I mean it," he says. "It doesn’t matter how tired I am - whenever you’re here, suddenly, everything feels… better."

You swallow, warmth blooming in your chest. "Chan…"

He smiles, tilting his head. "Tell me I’m not crazy."

Your smile is soft, tender, as you lean forward a little. "You’re not crazy," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "Because I feel the same way."

Chan exhales a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding. He smiles, a little shy, but there’s something calming in his eyes, a quiet relief in knowing that what he’d felt, what he’d tried to keep to himself, wasn’t just a one-sided thing.

Then, with a soft chuckle, he reaches out, squeezing your hand. "Good," he says. "Because I don’t think I can keep pretending anymore."

Lee Know

You were at Minho's apartment, playing with Soonie, Dongie and Dori.

Minho leans against the doorway, arms crossed, watching you giggle as Dori climbs onto your lap. His cats are obsessed with you, and honestly? He doesn’t blame them. There was a certain comfort in watching you interact with his cats, and he found himself smiling, despite his best efforts not to.

"You guys are such traitors," he mutters.

You glance up, amused. "Because they love me more?"

He clicks his tongue, looking away. "My heart has an annoying habit of skipping when you’re around," he mumbles under his breath.

You blink. "What?"

Minho exhales, rubbing his temples. "Nothing."

You stand, stepping closer. "Minho..."

He finally looks at you, eyes searching. Then, in a moment of rare vulnerability, he murmurs, "I think you stole my heart the same way you stole theirs."

Your lips part in surprise.

"So you better take care of it," he adds, smirking - but there’s something nervous in his gaze.

You grin, reaching for his hand. "Guess that means you have to take care of mine too, then."

His smirk softens, and for once, he doesn’t hide. He stepped closer, leaning down, and as he did, you closed the distance, your lips meeting in a soft, tentative kiss.

Just as the kiss deepened, Dori meowed, rubbing against Minho’s legs. You pulled away, laughing softly.

"Of course," Minho muttered, letting out a sigh.

You grinned. "Guess we’ll finish this later."

He smiled, not letting go of your hand. "I’m counting on it."

As the evening passed, you both stole a few more kisses, the cats weaving around you both. This felt right, and you both knew this was just the beginning of something that was always meant to be.

Seo Changbin

It was one of your regular hangouts at his place. After catching up and playing some board games, you sat on the couch, cradling a warm cup of soothing lemon tea, when you burst into laughter at another one of Changbin's jokes.

You’re doubled over with laughter, clutching your stomach as Changbin wipes a fake tear from the corner of his eye.

"That..." you gasp between laughs. "That was the worst joke I’ve ever heard."

He grins. "And yet, you’re laughing."

You swat at his arm, still breathless. "I can’t help it. Your dumb jokes always get me."

Changbin watches you, his chest tightening in a way that’s almost painful. He’s always been strong and always carried himself with confidence, but with you? He’s just a guy who falls harder every day.

Before he can stop himself, he blurts out, "You walk in, and my heart beats differently. Like it just ran a marathon."

The words hang between you, soft yet heavy.

His ears immediately turn red, and he scrambles to cover it up, flexing his arms. "I mean, obviously, you make my heart race because I work out, and adrenaline -"

"Changbin."

He freezes. "Huh?"

You’re staring at him, a small, knowing smile playing on your lips.

"Just admit it," you tease gently. "No excuses this time."

He exhales sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. "Fine." His voice is quieter now, more certain. "I like you, alright? A lot."

Something warm spreads through your chest. "Good," you murmur, scooting closer. "Because I like you too."

His eyes widen slightly before his lips curve into that soft, downturned smile you love so much. "Really?"

"Really."

And just like that, the tension shifts into something lighter, something new.

Changbin lets out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head. "Man, I was so ready to play that off."

You laugh, nudging him. "Yeah, well, I’m glad you didn’t."

He grins. "Me too."

And when he pulls you into a warm, crushing hug, neither of you feel like letting go anytime soon.

Hwang Hyunjin

It was another wine and paint evening with your best friend, Hyunjin. The room smelled like fresh paint and sweet red wine, soft music playing in the background as the two of you settled into your usual spot - his cozy living room.

You were laughing over some silly comment Hyunjin made about your attempt at painting, the wine giving you a bit more courage than usual. But as you glanced at him, something was different. His usual playful demeanor was gone, replaced with an almost unreadable expression, as if he were lost in thought.

"You’re staring," you teased, nudging his shoulder.

He blinked, snapping out of his daze. His lips tugged into a soft smile, but there was something deeper behind his eyes, something he wasn’t quite saying. He set his brush down slowly, his hands shaking just a little.

"Yeah," he whispered, eyes not leaving yours. "I guess I am."

You chuckled, confused but amused. "You okay there, Hyunjin?"

He didn’t respond right away, his gaze intense now, almost as if he were seeing you in a completely new light. Then, in a soft but steady voice, he said, "You walk in, and my heart beats differently."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you froze. The moment felt like it stretched on forever. The playful, carefree energy you both usually shared suddenly felt like it had shifted into something entirely new.

Hyunjin’s eyes softened as he continued, his voice a little shakier now. "I’ve always thought you were amazing, but... lately, when I’m with you, everything just feels different. My heart races, and it’s like nothing else matters. You’re more than just my best friend."

His words hung in the air, and your mind spun. You had always known there was something special between you, but hearing it out loud from Hyunjin’s lips made it all feel so much more real, so much more intense.

You set your brush down, staring at him for a moment, trying to process what he just said. "Hyunjin," you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper. "Are you saying what I think you’re saying?"

He smiled, a little shy now, the vulnerability in his eyes evident. "I think I am. I like you, more than just as a friend."

Your heart raced, but you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. There was something so beautiful in the way he looked at you.

You swallowed, your voice thick with emotion. "I like you too. A lot more than I should."

Hyunjin’s eyes softened even further, and before you knew it, he leaned in, his lips gently brushing against your lips in a tender, intimate kiss that made your heart race. You kissed him back with just as much eagerness. When you both pulled away, he chuckled softly, his breath warm against your lips.

"I’m glad," he murmured. "I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while."

And as you both sat there, surrounded by the soft glow of the room and the quiet hum of the music, you realized that everything had changed. But, in that moment, it felt like it was just the beginning of something even more beautiful.

Han Jisung

The arcade is alive with flashing lights and the sound of beeping machines as you and Jisung race through the games, each of you determined to outdo the other. You’ve been at it for hours, laughing and joking, each challenge bringing out the competitive side in both of you.

Jisung throws his hands up in the air in mock frustration, his usual playful energy bubbling up. “That’s IT. I refuse to lose to you again!” he declares, eyes wide with dramatic flair.

You burst out laughing, holding up the plushie you won from the claw machine, the prize dangling from your hand as a reminder of your win. “Face it, Han, I’m just better.”

He groans dramatically, acting like the weight of defeat is too much for him to bear. You can’t help but giggle at his antics, but as you turn to leave the game station, you catch a glimpse of his face - his usual smirk has faded into something far softer. He stops mid-motion, staring at you like he’s seeing you for the first time in a different way.

“Jisung?” you ask, your voice a little quieter, confused by his sudden change in demeanor. “You okay?”

He swallows, his expression shifting from amused to something more nervous. He glances down for a moment, seemingly gathering his thoughts before looking at you again. His words are almost a whisper, but the arcade’s lively hum suddenly seems to fade into the background. “My heart trips over itself whenever you’re near.”

Your breath catches. You freeze, unsure if you heard him right. “What?”

Jisung’s eyes widen in panic, his face flushing a deep red. “Oh my God, I did not mean to say that out loud-”

Before he can retreat into his usual nervous ramble, you reach out, grabbing his wrist gently, your heart pounding in your chest as you try to hold back your laughter. “No, no, don’t take it back,” you say, your voice teasing but soft.

He stops, blinking in surprise at you, unsure how to respond. “Why not?” he asks, the vulnerability in his eyes clear now, as if waiting for your reaction.

You grin, stepping a little closer to him. “Because mine does the same thing,” you whisper, quieter now, feeling a rush of warmth spread through you as you realize what you just admitted.

His jaw drops, his expression flickering between disbelief and sheer happiness. For a moment, neither of you says anything. Then, slowly, that trademark Jisung smile - bright, wide, and utterly infectious - spreads across his face.

He takes a step closer, his hand brushing yours with the same ease he’s always had, but now, it feels like it means something more.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that,” he admits, his tone soft but full of sincerity. You can’t help the way your heart skips at his words.

“Well,” you reply, your voice playful but tender, “I guess we’ve both been a little slow to catch on.”

Jisung grins, the familiar mischievous twinkle back in his eyes. “Maybe, but we’re here now. That’s all that matters.”

You nod, your chest full of warmth as you both stand there, the arcade noise fades into the background, and in this moment, it's just the two of you - in your own little world.

Lee Felix

It was a spur-of-the-moment decision to take a late-night walk under the star-filled sky. Felix had texted you earlier, saying he was picking you up for a walk, claiming he missed his best friend.

The streets are quiet, the world almost still, as you walk side by side with Felix. The cool night air brushes against your skin, and the distant hum of the city seems far away, leaving only the sound of your footsteps and the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind.

"You ever think about home?" Felix asks suddenly, his voice soft, carrying a hint of something deeper, something you can’t quite place.

You glance at him, surprised by the question. "Yeah, sometimes. Why?"

He exhales, his breath visible in the crisp air, and then looks up at the stars. "I think… being near you feels like home."

You pause, your heart skipping a beat as his words settle in. You stop walking, a gentle tension filling the space between you, the silence hanging heavy with unspoken emotions. Felix, sensing the change, looks at you, his expression both soft and vulnerable.

"Felix...." you begin, but you can’t seem to find the words to express the warmth blooming in your chest.

Before you can say more, his fingers brush yours. The contact sends a spark through you, igniting something that’s been simmering quietly beneath the surface. He turns to face you, his gaze locking with yours, and in that moment, everything else fades away.

"You walk in, and my heart beats differently," he admits, voice barely above a whisper. "I think I’ve loved you for a long time."

His eyes are wide, searching, hoping for a response. Your breath catches in your throat. You’ve known this feeling for a while, but hearing it from him makes it real. You smile, the warmth in your chest spreading to your cheeks as you step closer, intertwining your fingers with his.

"You are my home," you reply softly, your voice steady but full of meaning.

It felt freeing, finally having the courage to say this to him. Felix’s breath hitches, his eyes wide with surprise, and then, without another word, he pulls you into a hug. It’s warm, enveloping, the kind of hug that feels like you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.

His arms tighten around you, and for a moment, you both just stand there, the world continuing to spin, but in that moment, it’s just you two - safe, together, and home.

As you pull back slightly, still holding him close, he smiles, his usual energy mixing with a softness you’ve never seen before. "I’m glad you feel the same," he says, a shy grin tugging at his lips.

With your hand still in his, you resume your walk, the night sky above you and the quiet comfort of each other’s company wrapping around you like a blanket. You don’t need to say anything more - because in that moment, you both know. You’ve found home.

Kim Seungmin

The movie night had started like any other - just the two of you curled up on the couch, a pile of snacks between you, laughing at the screen. But somewhere along the way, you’d drifted off, your head resting against Seungmin’s chest, your body curled into his side.

Seungmin sighs as he looks down at you, the soft glow of the TV casting gentle shadows across your face. The movie is still playing, but he’s barely paying attention anymore.

You’re so unfair.

You always fall asleep like this - so trusting, so comfortable, so close. And each time, it gets harder for him to pretend that he doesn’t want more.

He hesitates for a second, then, thinking you’re already deep asleep, he finally lets the words slip.

"Everything feels right when you’re here," he murmurs. His hand, which had been resting lightly on your back, stills. "I don’t know when it started, but… I don’t think I just see you as my best friend anymore." His voice is softer now, more vulnerable than he’d ever let it be if you were awake. "Like whenever you walk in, my heart beats differently."

His sighs and continues saying, "and if I had any sense, I’d probably keep this to myself."

"But you don’t," you whisper.

Seungmin freezes.

Your eyes flutter open, meeting his. A small, knowing smile plays on your lips.

"You weren’t sleeping," he accuses, ears turning bright red.

You shake your head, grinning. "Nope."

His mouth opens, then closes, then opens again - but no words come out. His mind is racing, trying to figure out what to say, how to backtrack, but you don’t give him the chance.

Instead, before he can overthink it, you cup his face and press a soft, lingering kiss to his lips.

Seungmin completely short-circuits.

His body tenses for half a second before melting into you, his hands gripping your waist like he can’t believe this is real. When you finally pull back, his wide eyes search yours, completely breathless.

"You- what- why—" he stammers, ears burning.

You laugh, leaning your forehead against his. "Because I feel the same way, idiot."

His lips part, processing your words, before the softest, happiest chuckle escapes him.

"You’re really unfair," he mumbles, his arms tightening around you.

"You love it," you tease.

And with a shy, utterly smitten smile, he whispers, "Yeah. I really do."

He rests his forehead against yours, the movie now just a distant hum in the background, both of you lost in the warmth of each other, and neither of you can stop smiling.

Yang Jeongin

Jeongin had planned this. Every little detail. The amusement park, the endless laughter, the way he let you win at a few games (but only a few), and now - this. The Ferris wheel. The perfect ending to a perfect day.

He’d been waiting for the right moment, but as he watches you take in the view, bathed in the soft glow of the city lights, he realizes - there is no right moment. There’s just you. And that’s always been enough.

The Ferris wheel sways gently as it stops at the very top, the city stretching below in a sea of twinkling lights. You and Jeongin sit side by side, legs dangling, the warmth of the evening still lingering in the air.

"Wow," you murmur, gazing out at the skyline. "It’s beautiful from up here.

Jeongin hums in agreement, but his eyes aren’t on the view. They’re on you.

When you turn to face him, you catch the way he’s looking at you - soft, thoughtful, like he’s trying to memorize this exact moment.

"What?" you ask, tilting your head.

He chuckles, shaking his head. Then, exhaling softly, he gathers his courage. "You walk in, and my heart beats differently."

The amusement park noise fades into the background. Your breath catches. "Jeongin…?"

He swallows, nervous but determined. "I wanted today to be special because I wanted to tell you that, I like you. A lot. And… I don’t want this to just be another one of our hangouts." His fingers fidget with the hem of his sleeve. "I was kinda hoping it could be our first date instead."

Your heart races, warmth blooming in your chest. "You planned all this… for me?"

"Of course," he admits, a little shyly. "You make everything better just by being there. And when you’re near, everything slows down."

A slow smile spreads across your face. "Then… let’s make it official."

And before he can say anything else, you close the distance, pressing a soft, fleeting kiss to his cheek.

Jeongin freezes, eyes wide, ears turning bright red. "W-Wait....does that-does that mean"

You chuckle, "yes, dummy. It means yes."

Jeongin exhales, a mixture of relief and something softer, something new. And then, with the Ferris wheel carrying you both gently forward, he reaches for your hand, fingers hesitantly brushing against yours.

This time, you don’t hesitate. You intertwine them, letting the world slow down just a little more.

[incurable-bookkl3pt0]

I need them to bond. I mean, look at how much they both have in common?

Oldest? Check.

Survivalists? Check. (Viva and the PPT are survivalists, yall can fight me on this)

Thought their entire respective family was dead? CHECK!!!

Overenthusiastic? Check.

Huggers? Check.

Clearly traumatized? Oh you better believe that's a check!

And let's not forget that their baby siblings are dating each other!!! Can't forget about that, now can we?

See?!? So much in common. I swear if they aren't best friends in canon, nothing is sacred. Give us JD/Viva friendship DreamWorks!!! Please I need it!

does it ever kill you that this is the only time they interact