#im being SO BRAVE about this match ;;

[chronicowboy]

currently flirting with my crush via snoopy you know how it is

[crimsonbonds]

yknow my dad is like. decent as far as dads go and i appreciate him for that but i am also so mad that im so defensive about being able to like cute things bc of him LIKE shut up im gonna rip you in half longways if you keep pestering me about the shit i like you are the reason im ashamed of visibly having any sense of personality

[neostellarjpg]

inner mono-dialogue

the more time i spend being davepeta with you the more i realize almost every single problem in my life was caused by my obsession with being this unfeeling cool dude

but youre cool already

like in the way that actually matters

youre chill and friendly and just nice and thats all there is to it

youre shamelessly yourself even if everybody around you is a jackass and gives you shit for it

youre similar to jade and john in that way

i really envied that about them

but its different actually being at the control panel and feeling where that earnesty comes from

it makes me wanna match your energy and keep that pawsitivity ball rolling even if it ends up being weird or cringe or whatever

fuck man do you know how exhausting it is building yourself social hoops to leap through all the time and when you trip up even once its suddenly the end of the world

what kinda dumbass does that its like dealing with life in hard mode for no reward

fuck that noise

i like your way better

Nepeta's heart burns and shines inside you.

:33 < thank you :))

:33 < but you know

:33 < i dont think doing things your way is unrewarding

:33 < its like

:33 < a shield!

Dave scrunches up with discomfort.

X33 < i dont mean that in an insulting way!

:33 < the fact is that shields are just purractical sometimes

:33 < it doesnt make you cowardly to hide behind one

:33 < in the same way that it isnt cowardly for a predator to hide in the bushes when stalking prey

:33 < its just a way to make sure you dont get hurt!

:33 < purrsonally i found shields too cumbersome

X33 < im a hunter after all!

:33 < and i guess maybe the same goes for my personality

:33 < its not really that im purrticularly brave for being myself

:33 < i just didnt have a say in the matter in the furst place!

:33 < honestly if i had a choice i would have loved to be more like you dave

:33 < you can befriend people almost effortlessly

:33 < and its beclaws youre also just a nice person

Dave recoils in surprise, but Nepeta passionately pushes forward.

:33 < fur real! i f33l it inside you! theres a really strong sense of empathy there

:33 < its just like mine! just smarter, and a bit more analytical

:33 < whenever we encounter someone mew, its like i f33l you lock onto them, and you gather so many insights into their purrsonality without even trying

:33 < and you can use that to bond with others without giving every part of you away

:33 < which unfortunately

:(( < i never really knew how to do

Nepeta sours with unpleasant feelings. Your brows scrunch together with both pain and sympathy.

Nepeta has a big and complex heart. She tried her best to keep it from spilling over, but it always did in the end. And it was embarrassing. It was embarrassing when your friends dismissed your hobbies or focused in on your strange quirks. It was embarrassing when they revealed they knew about your crush on Karkat that you'd worked so hard to hide. And it hurt whenever he would say mean things about you. He and anyone else.

But you always puffed out your chest and sucked it up. You stuck to your guns no matter what. Because it was fun! The things you liked, the people you liked, were fun, and they made you feel good. Why couldn't anyone else see that? And why did it seem like they never gave a single thought to who you were?

You curl in on yourself. Your chest hurts. You suddenly really miss Equius.

And you miss Rose. You miss Jade. You miss John and Karkat and Aradia and Tavros and Terezi and all the others. You miss all the people you can go outside and see whenever you wish, and you miss all the people that you have no hope of ever seeing again. You feel the choral echo of all the times you've ever felt this need for comfort, this thrumming pain searing hot inside you, like hunger wracking your stomach.

You clench your teeth. You remember being on your bed, curled in blankets, not having eaten a proper meal in days. You remember holding your stomach and sneaking to the kitchen, turning your shoulder at every step to look fearfully behind you, only for your fingers to falter hopelessly on the handle of the refrigerator, knowing there was nothing for you inside.

You shake with anger. You know that feeling. The feeling of being chased by something much bigger than you, a hulking silhouette of menacing strength following your scent through the thicket. You'd clutched a beast carcass to your chest, barely breathing as you stalked clumsily through the trees, performance wavering from exhaustion and hunger.

You'd almost died. You'd almost died often. And then after escaping death so many times, it one day claimed you. Casually. Unflinchingly. And the world beat on without you, leaving you stunned by your own insignificance. You'd looked out onto every preceding moment of your life, wondering if there was anything to truly be proud of in the face of your friends accomplishing all these fantastical things. You'd felt lonely before, but after that, you were truly walled off from every single person you knew.

And now, despite everything, you're alive again. Twofold, together with someone.

A warmth coats the ache inside your body. The two parts of you swirl together, feeling and tasting each other, trying to understand themselves.

It feels like a hug.

[yiichan]

KYII'ᔕ TᕼOᑌGᕼTᔕ Oᖴ TᕼE ᗪᗩY 🌷💌 — NSFW, HYBRID AU

IMAGINE — yandere!poly!hybrids!vocalunit x gn!human!you.

WARNINGS — yandere/obsessive elements, hybrid AU, poly relationship elements, implied ot13 background, smut elements inclusive of breeding kink and praise kink.

WRITER'S NOTES — i was thinking about writing hybrid!svtot13 BUT i'm kind of lazy (even though i had an whole ass draft and im supposed to be writing that hoshi fic, i finished that yandere hoshi fic BUT i just realised it does not match the request so another day i guess ): ) so here is some vocal unit hybrid thingies lol (okay this is a universe btw). AND NO IM NOT GOING TO WRITE THAT WHOLE ASS LONG OT13 DRABBLE WITH SMUT IM BAD AT THAT, BESIDES IF I EVER WROTE PIAKPIAK SCENES IT WOULD BE x MALE READER! ):

speical mention — @sousydive

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ෆ yandere!bunnyhybrid!jeonghan who was the second to arrive in this household, but calls the shots anyway. ෆ yandere!bunnyhybrid!jeonghan who acts all angel-like and act weak in front of you so you would give him more attention. ෆ yandere!bunnyhybrid!jeonghan who demands you to brush his fur with that high quality set everyday for at least half an hour.

ෆ yandere!bunnyhybrid!jeonghan who has a high sex stamina and drive (i mean, he is a rabbit), and he can go on and on in his ruts. ෆ yandere!bunnyhybrid!jeonghan who would lock you in his room with him and attempt to 'breed' you during his rut. ෆ yandere!bunnyhybrid!jeonghan who pouts and whines as he fucks into you, grabbing your ankles in case you attempt to crawl away from him again.

ෆ yandere!deerhybrid!joshua who seems a little polite and distance at first, but you didn't know that he was already in love with you. ෆ yandere!deerhybrid!joshua who bared his teeth at another random predator hybrid that was checking you out at the perfume store (he definitely learned that from one of the other feline hybrids). ෆ yandere!deerhybrid!joshua who loves to give you head massages when you are sitting on his lap. ෆ yandere!deerhybrid!joshua who needs to have you by his side 24/7 when he is in his rut, and that means even you have to go to the toilet, he's there with you. ෆ yandere!deerhybrid!joshua who bit the other hybrids in the household when they tried to touch you and speared you on his cock to show them his ownership over you. ෆ yandere!deerhybrid!joshua who tries replicating your smell with his perfume set, but always ends up getting hard or cumming over it.

ෆ yandere!whitecathybrid!jihoon who stills feel guilty about scratching and biting you when you tried to pick him out of your berries bush the first time the two of you met. ෆ yandere!whitecathybrid!jihoon who is proud to be the first one who met you, and his claiming mark on your neck told all the other hybrid that come after him that you belonged to him first. ෆ yandere!whitecathybrid!jihoon who hates the others touching his tail, but will wrap them around your body if you were near him. ෆ yandere!whitecathybrid!jihoon who will lick all over your body with his rough tongue, enjoying how your skin turns red with each lick. ෆ yandere!whitecathybrid!jihoon who would call you a good owner for helping him with his rut, and that he will make sure that you can give birth to his kittens first, because he was the first hybrid you had anyway. ෆ yandere!whitecathybrid!jihoon who stops being clingy after his rut, but still would hiss when the other hybrids comes too close to you (his tail would still be hanging on your body, and only the tiger hybrid is brave enough to come near).

ෆ yandere!samoyedhybrid!dk who secretly growled at the other canine hybrids in warning before he approach you to greet you for the first time at the adoption centre. ෆ yandere!samoyedhybrid!dk who disliked the other canine hybrid but was willing to get along with him just for you. ෆ yandere!samoyedhybrid!dk who learnt baking just because you mentioned that you were craving some cookies. ෆ yandere!samoyedhybrid!dk who pushes his nose into your chest as he humps against your leg, telling you that his rut is here. ෆ yandere!samoyedhybrid!dk who make sure you smell like him by coming all over your body during his rut, apologizing as he did so. ෆ yandere!samoyedhybrid!dk who asks you repeatedly whether he is a good boy as he ruts his hips into you (just tell him he is).

ෆ yandere!parrothybrid!seungkwan who was ready to fight the other ten hybrids in your household with his injuries to earn his place in your little pack (that you don't know of) when you first met. ෆ yandere!parrothybrid!seungkwan who sits in your lap and asks you to preen his feathers almost everyday. ෆ yandere!parrothybrid!seungkwan who leaves his feathers in your clothes as a claim of ownership over you. ෆ yandere!parrothybrid!seungkwan whose colourful wings will wrap around you as he gnaw along your collarbones. ෆ yandere!parrothybrid!seungkwan who would mimic and repeat your moans and he rock you into his sheets during his ruts. ෆ yandere!parrothybrid!seungkwan who would keep rubbing your buldging tummy, asking you to take "just a little more" as he keep cumming.

© yiichan, 2024 origin of divider

[januaryembrs]

impulsive!hotchner!reader (i’m thinking hotchs sister) x spencer reid

as in reader completely ignores the dangers of the job but somehow it always ends up going how she planned for it to go and then there’s hotch and reid completely pissed at her im talking spencer red faced and spewing facts and statistics on what could’ve gone wrong and hotch just backing him up with a frown and crossed arms

THREE'S A CROWD | Spencer Reid x Hotchner!Reader

description: it's hard enough getting your job done when you work with your boyfriend, even harder when your overbearing boss happens to be your brother.

length: 500wds

warnings: mention of house fire + medical side affects of inhaling smoke

“You’re grounded,” 

You baulked, eyes narrowing at your eldest brother where he’d forced you to sit in the back of the ambulance, the medic draping a shock blanket over your shoulders.

“Grounded? Are you kidding me?” You seethed, and your lips pulled into a snarl when he crossed his arms over his chest, his face tipping on furious, “Aaron, I’m not-”

“Don’t Aaron me, you could have died. Do you not realise how irresponsible you were being?” You huffed, rolling your eyes and sitting back with your own arms lacing over your chest, feeling like a fifteen year old all over again being lectured on why you shouldn’t sneak out to parties or roll weed. 

“Thank you, agent, for saving five citizens from a house fire, that was incredibly brave of you. Oh sure, no problem big brother, anything for the job-” You mimicked childishly, your teeth clenching roughly as you felt their stares burning into the side of your head, pun intended. 

“The biggest killer in fires isn’t the flame itself but the smoke inhalation,” Spencer snapped, his lips pursed together just as annoyed as your brother, and your whirled around to match his glare, “Black smoke not only is the cause of thirty thousand people a year alone, but also supercharges existing health problems and can cause life long-chronic inflammation of the lungs. So yes, you were being irresponsible,” 

You gawped at your boyfriend, the two men staring down at you with irritation, and you had to admit your lungs were feeling a little tender from where you’d ran back in the house to help the father drag his wife and children out of the burning building. But you wouldn’t admit that to them, you couldn’t. Because if they were this worried and vexed at you being asymptomatic, you shuddered to think how overbearing they would be if you so much as coughed. 

“Seriously, Spence, you want in my bad books too?” You snipped, but he doubled down, shaking his head and scoffing in a way you’d never heard from him before. Sometimes you wondered if they took tips from one another on how to be the world’s most affectionate pains in your ass. 

“I am serious, just as serious as heart disease, COPD, cardiovascular issues, emphysema, all of which are common long term side effects of black smoke inhalation-” Spencer continued, and you threw your head back with an eye roll and a groan, feeling your chest aching already with where you struggled to keep your breathing even, already knowing you were going to kick yourself when the two of them hit you with the ‘I told you so’. 

“Man, I would hate to be that girl right about now,” Morgan said to Emily, stuffing his hands in his pockets where he watched you get chewed out by Hotch and Reid. 

“Are you kidding me, being yelled at by those two, I’d take facing a house fire all over again,” She murmured, shaking her head as you shoved past the two of them, the three of you squabbling over the fact they insisted you stayed to be checked over by the EMTs, “Kid’s got balls on her, I’ll give her that,” 

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

CODE L-O-V-E

Chapter Two: TIPI-TAP

❥Yandere ATEEZ x fem reader

➽-❥in this chapter: With your second week of official idol work comes more practicing, the announcement of your group, bonding within the company, and more strange and heartwarming moments with your senior group. (Yunho, Mingi, Seonghwa, and Hongjoong centered.)

➯a/n: i'm having way too much fun with this story ngl 😭im glad it's been well received so far, hopefully you all like the direction i take it ! there's a cheek kiss in this chapter, place your bets 🤭

♫ "The code is L-O-V-E!" ♫

Masterlist

✫彡wordcount: 8.6k

♡'･ᴗ･'♡genre: SLOW burn yandere

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: only briefly proof read: self-doubt, anxiety, glimpse of readers past, mingi has no concept of personal space, seonghwa's oppa kink makes a cameo lmao

➯L-O-V-E a/n: the life of a kpop idol is very public, and thus a lot of information has to be known about the reader(who is becoming an idol) but i also want all of my stories to be as inclusive as possible !! so here is the baseline information: reader is 22, no description of race or appearance in general other than shorter than hwa/yunho/mingi, from a war-torn (fictional) country, has distant relatives in korea (unspecified: related by marriage or adoption is probably the case), speaks fluent korean(as well as english and chinese), is a musical prodigy, and is generally ambi-verted and a natural leader

✩index: see comments

dialogue not spoken in korean will be italics, singing/rapping will be romanized and bold, texts or writing will be smaller.

♡ ̆̈L-O-V-E-R-S♡ ̆̈ @comicnerd557 @hon3ysun @devilzliaison @princelingperfect @ateezswonderland @queenofdumbfuckery

let the journey continue...

MDNI WITH MY BLOG

⋆.ೃ:･간절히 FIND, FIND OUT𐦍.ೃ࿔*:･

"What are you thinking about?" Hongjoong's voice breaks your trance of staring at a wall while the crew moves around some cameras.

You had all taken your first photos together as a group, and were now anxiously and excitedly awaiting to film your first video. The set was blank save for a black backdrop, Jisu wanted your dancing to speak for itself.

You had started off the day strong, eager. But things were staring to feel real, and real was making you scared. You weren't used to others touching you, and you had spent forty minutes being dolled up by your stylist and makeup artist. You were barely used to the one or two camera that have been around to film the documentary, and there was at least five on set. You were starting to deeply doubt that you could pull this career off.

"Uh?" You blink, as if you were coming back to yourself, "oh, Hongjoong-sunbae!" You bow with a small smile, going to stand up when he waves his hand; sitting down on the floor beside you. "I was just... thinking should I use a stage name?" Maybe it would help you put on a brave face, like your stage name and you were two different people.

"Hmm, what did you have in mind?" He hums as he takes in your appearance. He thinks it might be the first time he's ever seen you in makeup, or in anything other than dance clothes.

Your outfit is cute, to match your groups concept. Each of you is in a different color, and you landed in purple. You look good in purple, he thinks.

"Uhm," you fiddle with one of the little braids throughout your hair, "I'm drawing blanks, actually."

He gives a soft laugh, and you return it with a smile. You can see why he's the leader of his group, he has a reliable aura about him. Warm and compassionate, but you once saw him gathering his members and he demanded respect. You don't know if you have that switch. Everyone around seems to already recognize you as crUSh's leader, but you think it should be anyone else.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" You ask as you stretch out your legs, careful not to scratch the shoes your stylist had you put on.

" 'Course," he nods, mirroring you.

"How did you know you would be a good leader? Everyone seems to think I'd be perfect, but I think one of my Unnies is a much better choice."

He breathes a laugh, shaking his head, "woah, you really are like a mini-Captain." You tilt your head, and he continues, "I didn't know I'd be a good leader, either. I thought it was a terrible idea! Any group leader you ask will probably say something similar — we didn't know we'd be the leader, it just happens that way. A groups dynamics just click the way they do. And you click perfectly as crUSh's leader! I've seen the way you take charge, you do it without even thinking. You're brave like that. Busting into your seniors room to take care of a member, that's a leader move if I've ever seen one!"

You suddenly feel very shy, looking down at your feet. "Thanks, Sunabe... Hopefully you're right!"

"Eh, I'm always right," he jokes, making you tilt your head back laughing while he watches with a grin. He takes out his phone from his pocket, opening up a file while you look on curiously, still smiling. "I have something to show you. Mingi sent me a clip of you singing the other day, and it inspired me."

"Really?" Your eyes widen a bit, leaning forward to hear better as an upbeat instrumental begins playing from the speaker.

He has it pretty quiet so he doesn't disturb the others on the set, so he holds the speaker towards your ear, watching as you listen with that glint in your eyes — the one he envisioned while creating the music.

When your voice from the other day joins the background, you jump a little bit; before the biggest smile ever finds its way to your lips. It's only a short clip from the video he'd received from Mingi, but since it's the chorus, it reappears a few times.

"What do you think?" He asks when it ends, and you shake your head.

"I don't know whether to kiss Mingi or slap him," you giggle, covering your face briefly, "you made that in only a few days?"

"Yeah! Usually it takes wayyyy longer, but like I said," he shrugs, "you inspired me. Your song writing is brilliant, I can't wait to see more! You'll bring some to the recording booth tomorrow, right?"

"Of course, I have some p-"

"Mèimei!" Bongcha calls for you from across the set, making you look up. She'd taken up to calling you that when she learned you know a good bit of Chinese, and you were immediately bonding like crazy because you could keep up with her ranting. "We're about to film our intro! Come lead us!"

"Oh, sorry, Sunbae," you bow to him as you both stand, "I'll see you tomorrow!"

He grabs your hand when you turn to leave, "I have an idea for your stage name."

"Huh?" You pause, looking down at your hands, which he quickly drops as he feels a blush creeping onto his cheeks. "Ah, what is it?"

"Myeongi."

"Myeongi? What does that mean?"

"Uhm, well; Myeong means brilliant, and Gi means brave, or rely on. It fits... don't you think?"

You feel heat bubbling up in your own face, "I like it."

⋆.ೃ:･널 향한 낯선 VIBE𐦍.ೃ࿔*:･

"Okay!" Jisu claps from behind the camera, making you all come up from your deep bows.

From the center, you had bowed to the crew a few moments after you finished your performance; and your members had followed.

"You guys nailed it!" A round of applause comes from around you, and you can't stop the large smile on your face as you look around your members.

You're all breathing heavily after what had been the fourth take in a row, the director wanting to get different angles. Bongcha slumps to lay on the floor, groaning loudly and throwing up a thumbs up, "thank you!"

You kick her foot with a little laugh, crouching down before falling onto your behind. The rest of the members are quickly following suit, thankful for a moment to breathe. "Thank you, ladies! That will be all the takes we need!" The director calls out, making you all cheer.

When you see the makeup artist approaching, you barely have time to be confused before Jisu explains. "We have a little bit of a challenge for you all."

We haven't even debuted yet and they're giving us variety show type challenges?

"Challenge?" Eunhwa asks as she tilts her head up for her makeup artist. You can tell the introverted member wants to be done for the day.

"Yes, more of just a little task," your manager goes on to explain as you all get touch ups done, "so your video will be going up the day after tomorrow, and that's when we will announce you as 'KQ Ladiez'. Along with your video and the introduction we filmed earlier, we'd like to post a video of each of you with your sunbaenims to get some more engagement. It's a challenge because we won't pair you off, you'll have to find a sunbaenim and ask them yourself, and decide what kind of short video you'll do together. Done by today!"

You feel Eunhwa's pain, your jaw progressively dropping more and more until your makeup artist closes it while holding back her laughs.

"Done by... today? Like this today?" Aeyoung clears her throat, clearly nervous. She, of everyone, is the biggest admirer of your senior group. She says she wants to be 'a dance machine like Yunho-sunbaenim'.

"Yup," Jisu has a grin like an evil mastermind, she wants you all to break out of your shells now that you're set in stone to debut. "Since theres a one member difference, one of you will have to do a video with two of them. Good luck!"

She's out the door before Bongcha's glare can kill her.

"Seriously...?" Yoomi sighs, "I'm nervous around our sunbaes, they're so intimidating!"

"You're nervous? Look at poor Eunhwa-Unnie!" Sunji points to her, "she's about to combust!"

"Hey, come with me," you hold her hand gently and help her up, bowing to your makeup artist before pulling your member out of the set room quickly. "While the others are trying to figure out who to ask, we can ask Yeosang-sunbae to do a video with you. He's introverted too, that'll make you more comfortable, right?"

She holds your hand tightly, nodding along with your words, "yes, thank you, Unnie..." You smile over your shoulder at her, letting her collect her thoughts as you enter the elevator, as you leave it, and as you approach their open practice room.

"Don't be nervous, Eunhwa, he's nice," you give her hand one last comforting squeeze before you knock on the open door. "Ya-hoooo~"

"Ye-ssi!" Mingi beams your way, looking up from the practice video he's monitoring with Seonghwa. "Hey, how did your first recording go?"

You gesture her into the room with you as she stalls in the doorway, "it went well! I think we really nailed it."

"That's good! What do you think, Eunhwa-ssi?"

She looks up quickly and forces a small smile through her nerves, "yeah, I think so too." You nudge her hip with yours, nodding to Yeosang; who's back to talking with San after giving you both a nod. "Ah, Unnie, he's busy, maybe I could just-"

"Yeosang-sunbae!" You call as you yank her forward, carefully smoothing your skirt before you sit. You have safety shorts on, but you still don't want to seem risqué. "Hello, San-ssi," you greet him more politely, only having spoke to him briefly.

"Hey, Huebae," Yeosang smiles, as does San, pausing their conversation, "you need something?"

"Yes, actually! Our manager sent us each on a mission to record a video with one of you guys, and Eunhwa was a little nervous, so I thought you two could do it together? You're both introverts, so I thought you'd get along!"

"I call you, Ye-ssi!" Mingi shouts as he keeps his eyes on the computer screen, making you giggle before looking between Eunhwa and Yeosang.

"Would you do that, Sunbaenim?"

"Yeah, of course." He stands up with a small grunt, nodding for her to follow him, "so, did you have any ideas, huebaenim?"

   "Who do you think I should do a video with?" San asks, making you look away from the duo as they wander into the hall.

    "Hm? Oh," you tap your chin as you think through your members, "maybe Bongcha! She has a lot of energy, you two can probably match well. Plus, she was you in our Guerrilla cover. Do you know any Chinese?"

    "Uh, little bit," he says in the language, pinching his fingers together.

   "She's pretty fluent in Korean but if there's any confusion or anything, I can translate for you guys! I speak Chinese pretty well." San blinks as you speak quickly, his mouth agape as he translates in his head.

    "Woah," Mingi laughs softly as he sits on the bench next to you, "is there anything you can't do, Ye-ssi?"

    "I can't wink," you offer with a shrug.

    "Ah! Me neither!" He chuckles, tilting his head, "who were you going to ask?"

     "Oh, I hadn't thought of it... well, you called dibs anyway!"

   Bongcha slides into the room, rambling in Chinese, "mèimei! What if I filmed with San? That's a good idea, right? We match each other's vibes. We can do Guerrilla!"

     You laugh before taking a long breath in, "aaaah, I know you guys too well already. Jiějie, I already asked San-ssi if he'd film with you," you nod, smiling as she fist pumps the air.

   San smiles as he stands, giving you a little bow before joining her.

     "What do you want to do, Ye-ssi?" Mingi knocks his foot against your leg lightly, looking down at you. Hongjoong had told him that you looked pretty, but to be truthful; he always thought that. Also to be truthful; you took his breath away when he turned around and saw you.

    "Hey, there's seven of you, eight of us. Is one of us going to be left out?" Seonghwa hums as he rolls over in the chair. He'd have to face his embarrassment of calling you cute the first day you met sooner or later.

    "Manager-nim said one of us should do a video with two of you," you explain politely. It's almost giving you whiplash — you're arguable closest and most informal with Mingi, and you've only briefly spoken to Seonghwa so you're trying to be extra formal, especially because he's the oldest idol at the company.

    "We three could do something together! What do you think about that, huebae?"

   "Oh, that sounds good, Park-nim!"

⋆.ೃ:･THIS LOVE IS NOT FAKE𐦍.ೃ࿔*:･

With everyone having paired off with a member of the other group, all of you were spread out around the building.

You, Mingi, and Seonghwa hadn't left their practice room. Others came and went, watching with amusement as you tried to decide what to do.

    What you landed on made everyone who passed laugh, even some of your members whipping out their phones to capture the moment as Seonghwa yells at Mingi to 'be cuter!'

    It was his idea to begin with. Catallena by Orange Caramel. 'It's cute, easy, and everyone knows it!' Everyone does know it, which is why you're even singing it as you practice the dance a few times.

   You keep in the middle for the most part, because they're taller. But when they were singing, they were in the middle; so you made your moves more excited so you weren't dwarfed by them.

   You had decided to do the whole song, and just choose the best clip to post.

     When you finally had it down and in sync with each other, you grabbed the closest person to record it for you; who happened to be Yunho.

He could clearly be heard laughing over the music and your voices, but that made the video even better.

Even though it was meant to be a short clip that would be posted on social media, it was too good not to post the whole thing. You all were clearly having fun, and you were good at the song despite doing it live and only practicing it together for about forty five minutes.

Especially the ending, which would end up going viral after it was posted.

Everyone else had finished their duo videos, and a good mix of your members had gathered in the practice room because they could hear you all still singing. They could be heard along with Yunho, giggling and cheering from their places on the wall.

When it ends, you pose for a moment before simultaneously busting out into laughter. You lean your forehead on Seonghwa's arm, and you don't see the way he looks down at you with stars in his eyes.

⋆.ೃ:･I FEEL YOU CALLIN' ME𐦍.ೃ࿔*:･

     "Hey, Huebae," Hongjoong peeks his head into the booth the next day, pointing to the papers on the stand that are different from your lyric sheet, "is that your song?"

You were the last of your members to record through the song, and after you had, the producer left you in the room with only the two producing idols.

    "Oh, yeah," you pick it up, suddenly embarrassed by your strawberry stationary, "I wasn't sure if you were serious so I brought just the one incase."

    "Of course we were! We love encouraging our juniors," he steps back into the room, taking Mingi with him after he had come to help you readjust the microphone, "after hearing that, we definitely want to hear another original!" The door to the booth closes behind them.

     He closes out the debut song on the computer, opening up a blank track as you protest, "I don't want to take any more of your time."

    "Ah, nonsense. All of your members are done, and we'd be fiddling our thumbs otherwise. Hit us with it!" He says while holding the button for you to hear him.

     "Uhhh," you hide your face in your sleeves, "it's a lot different from the song you made, I might not be good. Plus it was a headache to write, so I'm not sure if-"

    "You know what Hongjoong says?" Mingi interrupts you as he sits. "The bigger the headache, the better the song," they say together, making you chuckle.

     "Okay," you finally fold, explaining a bit, "it's a bit of a rough concept like, uhmm, like bad girl independence."

     "Ah, really? We get to see so many sides of you," Mingi's little laugh makes you smile down at your paper as you make a few last second notes.

     "Don't judge me too badly, Sunbaenims," you bite your pen, "I've only been doing this a couple months. I've never- well, I've never actually shared any of my songs with anyone until the other day. Hongjoong-sunbae really nailed the instrumental, have you heard it?"

    Hongjoong pouts with a coo of 'aww', thankful that the button isn't pressed as he realizes what he did, happy you couldn't hear him. Mingi did though, smirking over at him after he nods to you.

     "Don't worry, everyone starts somewhere. And you already act like a professional in the booth."

    "I do?" You blink confusedly.

    "Totally! You get into a zone like we do, move your body for more flow," Hongjoong moves his arms as you did while you were recording, "ah! You went 'seonmyeonghi pop pop'," he giggles as he pops imaginary bubbles like you did.

   "I did? Sheesh, that's embarrassing..."

    "No, not at all! It means you have a natural passion for singing!" Mingi argues, watching you make another note on your song as if to prove his point.

    "Hyung!" Another tall figure crashes into the room, making your eyes widen. "I heard one of the girls is an ace, is that true? Is it Ye-ssi? I bet-"

    Hongjoong slowly turns to face you, making Yunho freeze and deadpan when he realizes you can hear everything with the button clicked down. "Uh... Hello!" He bows suddenly, making the men shake with silent laughter, "Sorry for barging in, I didn't know you were still recording, I ran into PD-nim so I figured you were done... I'm sorry."

    "It's okay, hello," you bow back, almost hitting the window.

  

    "Careful!" Mingi yells, thankful when you come back up unscathed, "we'll have to (Y/n) proof the recording booth, she's determined to bang her head." You had done the same thing while thanking the producer.

    You laugh at his joke and give a small apology, backing a few steps away from the window before carefully dragging the microphone closer.

    "We were just about to listen to our huebaenim do an original song."

    Yunho's eyes light up at Hongjoongs words, and he looks to you, "for real? Can I listen?"

     "Uh," you hesitate for a second, before nodding, "yeah, of course." He takes a seat on the couch behind the two others in their chairs, leaned forward excitedly.

    "Do you want a metronome?" Hongjoong hums, ready to pull one up.

    "No, that's okay," you lift the paper and Yunho smiles at the cute strawberry print on its edges.

    "Hwaiti-" Mingis voice is cut off from your headphones as Hongjoong unclicks the button, leaving you in total silence.

    No backtrack, no metronome, nothing but your voice as it echoes quietly and the feeling of awaiting eyes on you.

     They wait for a few long moments as you read over your various notes you've taken while monitoring the few videos you've taken of yourself. It was purely self indulgent, but now it was coming in handy.

    When Hongjoong reaches to press the button, you stop him by waving your hands, "I'm okay, just stage fright! You know what, I'll-" you grab the microphone and set it infront of you while you face away from the window, "sorry, I'll just face this way."

     Yunho claps in amusement as you boldly turn away, Mingi laughing with him.

    "Okay, this is better, sorry sunbaenims!" You throw a thumbs up above your head before you begin bouncing to hype yourself up. Feeling much better without seeing the eyes on you, you begin to loosen up.

     "Breathe in, breathe out, ayeee," you shake your head before restarting with a sudden boldness and confidence that makes Hongjoong scramble to begin recording on the computer as his gut tells him that this will be golden.

    The flip you made from cute and bubbly to confident and rough in just a few minutes is enough to give the duo of producers whiplash.

   "Breathe in, breathe out," you loosen up even more as you begin, "ya-hooo, you don't wanna do this, sigan ppaetji ma!" The tone of your voice makes Mingi begin bouncing in his seat with uncontainable energy. It almost reminds him of himself, the way you move to your own beat as you rap.

   "Ne meoritsogeun ontong hayae hayae hayae~ Boran deusi urineun flying high, high~," it's Hongjoongs turn to start freaking out, cursing himself for not thinking of the rhyme you used.

"I pull up with the girls, so let's go! Zoom gotta zooooom~" You're completely in your zone as you finish the part of the song that you'd picked to show them, which happened to be the ending. "Bulleodeullyeo hondon let's go, zoom!"

You peek over your shoulder to see all three of them staring at you with various amounts of wonder. "Oh, did the microphone turn off? I should have kept facing you." You look over the standing mic as you mistake their open jaws and big eyes for something else.

    That is, until you hear the buzz in your headphones that means they pressed the button — immediately followed by their cheers and claps. You jump at the sudden noise, grabbing your chest before you laugh a bit, "you scared me."

    "Waaah! You're so good!" Mingi almost squeals, "you nailed it! Yah, how did you do that?!" Hongjoong nudges his shoulder as he speaks so plainly to you, but you don't seem to mind, too shy to even register his informal way of speaking.

    "Ah, I did it how I ima- aaye!" You yell as the door is swung open and you're suddenly picked up by the tall man, laughing loudly as he bounces with you in his arms, your feet swinging above the floor as he chants.

    "We have an ace! We have an ace!"

   "Mingi-ya! You're going to rattle her brains!"

    Hongjoong giggles as he watches the sentimental moment of Mingi setting you down carefully and fixing the crooked headphones with a soft, "sorry."

    "Ah," you take the headphones off and carefully set them down, gathering your papers and following him out of the booth with a small question of, "was it that good?"

    "Was it-" Hongjoong stutters flabbergasted, "was it good?! Woah, you aren't a rookie, no way you're a rookie!" He jokes, Yunho joining in.

    "Are you sure you're not our senior? You rap like you've been in the industry for years! That was awesome!"

"Oh, you guys are just hyping me up," you roll up your papers carefully and place them in your hoodie pocket, "thank-"

"Hey, tomorrow, you should show us more," Hongjoong speaks from the computer where he's looking at the shared schedule, "we'll all be free. Do you have plans?"

"Uhm... no, I could show you guys what else I have!"

⋆.ೃ:･달려가 CRUSH ON YOU𐦍.ೃ࿔*:･

    "No," you shake your head, "something is wrong but I can't tell what." You pout as you watch the youngest three do their dance break later in the day.

     The metronome set to the songs beat has become dull background noise that you're starting to think you'll hear when you try to sleep.

    The door is open to get some air flow as your breaths have long made the room steamy, and people often pass and take a peek inside. It's beginning not to bother you, having eyes on you. Sometimes you don't even notice them at all.

     "Try it like this," you rearrange the girls by their shoulders, dragging them into place and putting Namseon in the middle, "your leg movements are the strongest, and you two are better with your arms, this might balance it out right."

    "Ah, that's smart," Yoomi nods, swiping away her sweat soaked bangs, "count us down, Unnie?"

    "Okay, three, two, one," you hum the song as you watch them closely, eyes flicking when you see Sunji's feet stumble. She seems to be the least coordinated with her feet, but otherwise she keeps up perfectly.

    They look to you expectantly as they finish the short dance break, and you nod quickly, "yeah! That's more like it! You guys will be all anyone can talk about."

    The three young girls beam, high fiving one another as you stand from your crouched observing position. You stumble a bit, catching yourself before the girls can notice.

     "You guys take a few minutes, I'm going to get some fresh air."

    "Are you okay, Unnie?" Yoomi asks quickly as she sees stumble again, going to catch you.

    The others turn to you as well, even the older group on the other side of the room. You shake off her worried hand from your shoulder and smile, "I'm okay, it's just stuffy in here. I think I'll head down to the connivence store and get us some food, yeah? We could all use a pick me up, we've been working hard."

    "Do you want me to go with you," Bongcha asks through her panting breathes. Of everyone, she has least stamina. But she doesn't let that stop her.

    "That's okay, Jiějie," you laugh a bit as you grab your small back pack, "get yourself some water, you look like a lobster." You smirk as her face hardens, running out of the room while she yells.

     "What?! I'm the sexiest lobster in the sea, then!" She shouts as she pokes her head out of the door, being drug back inside by the others.

     You cackle as you race down the hall to avoid her wrath, passing ATEEZ's practice room and barely noting that their door was open as well, only noticing at all because you hear Yeosang, one of them that knows more Chinese. "What the hell?"

    "You better come back with some kimbap or this lobster will pinch you in the ass, Ye (Y/n)!!"

     "What the hell?!" You hear him repeat louder as you choose not to wait for the elevator, instead skipping down the steps with a newfound pep in your step from the banter.

     You shake your head as you come out into the lobby on the first floor, beaming even brighter as you spot Yunho coming from the elevator.

    "Hey, where you headed?" You ask as you put on a face mask, not wanting to risk any sicknesses with such important things going on.

     "Hey," he smiles just as bright as you, holding the door open for you as you both exit, "just to the convenience store. We decided to have a longer break than usual."

    "Ah, really? Us too! I'm going to get some kimbap or Bongcha is going to pinch me in the butt," you say nonchalantly, making the man nearly spit out his water.

    "What?!"

⋆.ೃ:･CAN'T STOP MY CRUSH ON YOU𐦍.ೃ࿔*:･

   Yunho holds the door for you again as you enter the store, ever the gentleman. "Wha-aaaaah, that's nice." He goes to ask you why you've stopped when that question answers itself; freezing cold air blasting you both.

     "Sweet, sweet, relief," your dramatic pose with your arms out makes him laugh, pushing your arm away from his chest playfully.

    "Come on, let's get that kimbap so you don't get pinched," he quips, making you bee-line for it. He shakes his head with amusement, fixing his cap before beginning to collect things that he knows his members like.

    It's still mid-day, most people at work and school. Only you two and the worker, so he isn't worried about disturbing anyone as he calls out, "hey, huebae!"

    "Yes?" You call back, reveling in air from the fridge as you curse the KQ building for not having open-able windows or a better air system.

   "Why don't we all eat together? I think I've only met two or three of you guys officially. "

    "That sounds like fun," you chirp from beside him, making him jump. You chuckle as you hold out the basket to him. He sets the food accumulating in his hands into it with a thanks, taking it so you can get things for your members. "You should text Hongjoong," you hum as you thoughtfully pick out things for the girls, "see what he thinks."

    "Why Hongjoong?"

    "He's the Captain, right?"

    He grins as he takes his phone from his pocket and begins texting, letting you lead him through the small store.

     "What kind of chips?"

   "One regular spicy, one not spicy at all," he replies without hesitation, slipping his phone back in his pocket as you grab two of each; not knowing what your members will prefer. "Hongjoong said good idea, we'll all eat in your practice room."

    "Yay, family bonding! Too bad the Xikers boys are in America," you pout under your mask as you hold the basket while he gets drinks for all of his members, "we barely said hello to two of the members and they were up and at'em!"

    "Maybe we can do this again when they come back," he suggests as he grabs something you have a hard time reaching, "Hunter did say he thought we should do more company activities."

     "Hunter is smart, then," you say as you finally grab a bunch of kimbap, saving your ass (literally). "Co-worker bonding is important in any job. Especially one so demanding. What kind of ramen?"

    "Hmm," he mimics your stance, looking at the wall of what seems like dozens of options with a hand on your hip.

    "Should we just get random ones and let them fight over it?"

     He looks down at you for a second before randomly grabbing a bowl, "I like the way you think."

    By the time you're done ransacking the store, the basket is overflowing as you set it on the register and Yunho has a few things in his hands that just wouldn't fit. "Sorry, big gathering last minute," he bows to the cashier, who looks like they're just about ready to quit.

    You go to get your wallet from your bag when he stops you with a hand on yours, "I'll pay."

    "It's for my members too," you argue, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. "New comers treat for you guys."

     He's immune to begging eyes, having spent entirely too much time with Seonghwa; king of boba eyes, and his best friend, Mingi; king of puppy dog eyes. "Nope," he shakes his head, already having his card out when the cashier is done ringing up the small feast.

    In retaliation, you grab all of the bags you can as he pays, leaving only a two bags of drinks. "Let me help-"

    "Nope," you repeat him in his exact tone, headed towards the door with a bow to the cashier, "have a nice day!"

    He holds the door with his free hand, chuckling at the sight of the cloud of bags on each side of you, "hey, seriously, let me help."

    "You paid! So I shall carry," you declare theatrically, finding yourself more comfortable with the man by the minute. "C'mon, we got some hungry members to feed!"

     He lets you win, this time.

⋆.ೃ:･L-O-V-E 𐦍.ೃ࿔*:･

     "Ya-hoooo~" You sing-song as you enter the practice room, finding all of the members already gathered and talking among themselves, "Santa and her elf came early!"

     Everyone perks up with the promise of food, gathering around the bags that you set on the floor and start unpacking.

     "Yunho, did you make her carry all this?" Hongjoong looks towards his member, ready to scold him.

     "She insisted!"

     "I diiiid," you smile up at the leader from your kneeling place on the floor, "but you can still beat him up if it will make you feel better."

     "Yah, I'm the elf and I'm about to get beat up? What kind of friendship is this?"

     A couple of laughs come from the others at your back and forth, "the kind where you should have let me pay, and this would have all been avoided and I might let you be Santa!" You stick your tongue out playfully as you lower your mask. "Bleh~"

     "Bleh~" Yunho copies you, making them all laugh louder.

     "Okay, okay, that's enough kids," Hongjoong slaps the front of Yunho's cap down, breaking the staring contest between the two of you.

    The whole 15 of you gather around the laid out food in a circle, you and Yunho quickly grabbing the ramen you'd picked out for yourselves before chaos would inevitably ensue.

    After the KQ ramen wars, as it would come to be known, everyone settles down and eats in peace, small conversation made here and there.

     As you pour some of your soda into Sunji's eagerly awaiting cup, you peek towards Hongjoong with a question thats been bugging you for a few days. "Hey, Hongjoong-sunbae?" You call softly as you wait for the bubbles to die down before pouring her a bit more.

    He nods towards you, answering wordlessly because his mouth is full.

     "I was wondering, you guys are allowed to hang stuff up in your practice room, right? I thought I saw some pictures tacked to the wall the other day."

    "Yes, we are, as long as it won't fall down with all the stomping we do." He tilts his head, watching as you give some of your precious ramen to Eunhwa, "why do you ask?"

     "I was wondering if we could as well, maybe a group photo or something," you shrug while looking down, "just a thought I had."

     "Sure, you can!" He beams, taking out his phone.

    "What are you doing? No phones while we eat, that's your rule!" Wooyoung gets a slap over the head for his troubles, letting it dangle defeatedly.

    "Let's take a picture. Just for us," he says as he stands, "we can print it out for you guys to hang."

    "Right now?" Aeyoung asks as she hurriedly slurps the remainder of her noodles.

    "It's a day to remember, right?" Hongjoong smiles brightly as you stand excitedly and jump before helping Sunji up. "The first time we've ever all been together. We can take another when Xikers get back, too. Call it a family portrait."

     A few minutes of strateger-ing later, you and the rest of your to-be group are sitting facing away from the mirror, and the men are standing facing it. So one way or another, everyone is in the frame.

      "Everyone ready?" Jongho, holding the phone from the middle of his group, asks.

    "Yes," the walls echo.

     "Say crUSh!"

     In the photo, you're too busy smiling at Jongho's words to pose properly, head leaned against Eunhwa's shoulder as she holds up a shy peace sign, holding your hand with her free one.

Sunji has one arm wrapped around your shoulder, the other around Yoomi. Nobody would be able to tell how sore they were from dancing, not by the fact that they both have the biggest smiles ever on their faces. Namseon is laid across their laps, looking up at you with admiration clear on her face.

Bongcha and Ayeoung are at either side of the line, each having one side of a heart held up, as if saying that their younger members fill their heart. When they had time to plan that, nobody knows. But it would become their go to pose.

The reflection in the mirror behind you all shows the way that the men have just as big of smiles as they watch over you.

A beautiful picture with beautiful meaning.

Nobody would even notice the way Hongjoong mimics your pose subconsciously with his head titled, or the way Mingi's eyes are glued to you, the way Yeosang was visibly pleased with the fact that he was aligned with you, the way Seonghwa found himself blushing at the sound of your laugh.

    A beautiful picture, indeed.

⋆.ೃ:･I FEEL YOU CALLIN' ME𐦍.ೃ࿔*:･

     You're the only one in the practice room at all the next day. It was your groups only rest day of the week, but you had plans with your senior group.

     You're laying on your stomach in the middle of the floor, going through your loose-leaf papers of lyrics and spreading out the ones that you deem acceptable. The instrumental of your groups song is on repeat coming from the computer, and you mumble the lyrics as you sort your own.

     "Damn, did a hurricane come through here?" Wooyoung jokes as he opens the door, making you look up for a second before you look around yourself; suddenly in the middle of a large circle of decorated stationary papers that you don't remember setting down.

    "Ah, sorry! You guys are early," you scramble to pick up the mess as they file into the room.

    "We're right on time," San points to the clock, making you snap your head around to glare at it.

    "Traitor," you whisper to it, making them chuckle. "Time got away from me, I was trying to separate them by genre to make it easier to show you guys!"

    "Aw, you're thoughtful," Mingi smiles as he picks up a paper, reading it closely.

    "Oh, that should be sexy vibe!" You point to him, then to one that Jongho picks up, "that's love songs! Over here with Yunho-ssi is sad vibe, over by Seonghwa-nim is feel good songs."

    "What's this pile?" Hongjoong asks as he picks up the only stack of papers that's in a distinct pile.

    "Personal favorites," you beam towards him, sitting up with a groan, "the ones that gave me the biggest headaches, too. Picked them out especially for you." A couple of laughs are heard around the room.

    Yeosang is looking over everything with wide eyes, "(Y/n)...?"

     "Yes?" You respond quickly, helping Yunho pick up and pile together the sad songs.

   

     "I thought you said you've only been doing this a few months?" His words make the others freeze with realization as well, the absolute mess of papers could only mean one thing, "there must be a hundred songs here."

    "Close," you shrug nonchalantly, "one hundred twelve." You straighten out your stack, humming the lyrics to the song still going on the stereo.

     You feel all of their eyes on you, and you look up between them, "what's wrong?"

    "(Y/n)," Hongjoong begins slowly, crouching to your level and gesturing around, "are all of these finished?"

     "Uhm," you look around, "for the most part!" You nod, still unaware of what's going on in their heads.

    "You wrote one hundred and twelve songs almost to completion in a few months?" He blinks in disbelief as you nod your head again.

    "Dude," San runs a hand through his hair before laughing baffled.

    "What? What is it!? You guys are freaking me out!" You pout as you look between them all quickly.

    Mingi reaches over the papers, careful not to crumple any, and sets a hand on your shoulder, "if half of these are even a bit as good as your rap from the other day, or the song we wrote, you're more than an ace... you're a lyrical genius."

    You look around at the papers, suddenly realizing just how many songs you've written. "Oh, shit."

     " 'Oh, shit' is right," Hongjoong giggles at your face of shock as you scan the papers, "your mind could be a goldmine! Even I can't do this. Nobody can do," he gestures to the mess that his members are surrounding, "this."

    "But," you begin, taking a breath, "I did?"

    "Fuck yeah, you did! I knew there was something about you!" Mingi punches Wooyoung in the leg with a, "told you so."

    "Ow!"

    "But, what if they aren't good? What if my rap was a fluke?" You speak over Mingi and Wooyoungs argument, quickly being proven wrong.

    "This is incredible," Jongho says as he looks up from the love song he's been reading, "these are good. Every single one I've picked up is good."

    "In this pile too," Seonghwa nods, offering a paper with purple lines to Yunho, trading it for the one he had with flowers on the border.

    "You must have been a writer in your past life," Yeosang sits cross legged at the border of the papers, beginning to help sort through them now that his shock has passed. "A good one, at that."

     With nothing else to say, you all begin putting the papers into neater piles. Often passing them around the circle to one another to either show a particularly good one or to get an opinion about what genre it goes into. They'll call out ones they aren't sure of by the title on the top, and usually you know right away.

     "Midnight Fic- Fiction?" Seonghwa reads, peeking at you for your answer.

    "Midnight Fiction?!" You whip around, falling on your stomach to reach for it, "no way! I thought I lost this one! This definitely goes in the headache pile, Joong-ssi! It's my favorite!"

      Seonghwa hands it over with a small smile as he notes how comfortable you're becoming with them. "I like it," he nods, "upbeat?"

   "Yes, that's how I imagine it," you bop your head to the imaginary beat, the music on the computer long being turned off. "Thanks a bunch, Oppa!" You sit quickly and peck his cheek before turning back and sliding to Hongjoong, eagerly explaining the background you imagine for the song; completely unaware that Seonghwa is malfunctioning behind you from the platonic cheek kiss and the nickname that had slipped.

⋆.ೃ:･널 향한 낯선 VIBE𐦍.ೃ࿔*:･

     With you and Hongjoong's minds combined, you had finalized your first ever song. You often went back to the track he made for inspiration, and he went to your messy notes and scribbled lyrics.

    You were singing it through with the music from his phone, and he nods along; "I think we just broke a record!" He smiles as it comes to an end, "fastest production of a kpop hit."

    "Hit," you shake your head with a laugh, "I doubt it."

    "No, that's so cute, it will definitely be popular!" Mingi says from his place lying on the floor.

     The piles were distinct and paper clipped, courtesy of Seonghwa. Yeosang was straightening out the last one. You decided to keep them all in Hongjoongs studio for the time being, until he could go through them all. He said you could come and get them whenever you wanted, and joked that it would be 'Myeongi and Hongjoong's studio.

    "You think so?"

    "Definitely," Jongho nods as he sets down the love song that had become his favorite, "you really have a talent, Ye-ssi."

    "Like seriously!" Wooyoung agrees, "it's kind of scary. Where has Jisu been hiding you?!"

    You wave him off with a smile, looking at the clock. "Ah! It's past midnight!" You crawl over Hongjoong's lap quickly and slide to your bag, getting your phone. "We've already been announced as a group, all of our videos should be up!"

    A few of them bring out their own phones, going to different social medias to see how things are being received.

NOTIFICATIONS

YOUTUBE

KQENT POSTED TWO VIDEOS.

TIKTOK

ATEEZ POSTED SEVEN VIDEOS.

TWITTER

KQENT POSTED AN UPDATE.

CRUSH GROUP CHAT

EIGHTEEN NEW MESSAGES.

      As you're scrolling through their videos on tiktok, you hear your own yell come from San's phone; followed by Seonghwa and Mingi's yells. "No way! They posted the whole cover," he grins like a madman as he watches, and you quickly make your way over.

    "Seriously?"

Mingi flings himself over, his chest on your back as he watches over your shoulder, "aiiiish, we're never going to live this down, Hyung."

Seonghwa crouches on San's other side, clicking on the comments while the video keeps playing. "Hey, they love her though! It's worth it to be a little embarrassed."

"What are they saying?" Your head blocks their view as you lean right in front of San's phone.

"Yah, move," Mingi chuckles as he pushes your head back gently so they can see. "Look at that one! It's only been like half a hour and people are telling others who you are. 'The girl in purple is Ye Myeongi'," Hongjoong has a shy smile as they learn that you're using the stage name he came up with," 'she's the leader of KQ's pre-debut girl group-' when did you become the leader, Ye-ssi?!"

"A couple days ago," you smile as you go back to your own phone, reading the comments on the maknae's video together.

   "Aww," Yunho turns his phone to you, showing you a comment under the official statement.

i'm so glad these girls are getting a chance to debut together! in their introduction video you can tell they already have a bond. the leader makes sure everyone gets a chance to speak, and they all look so excited. ladiez hwaiting!!

   "I think I'm gonna cry," you cover your face with your sleeve, laughing lightly.

"Heyyy, it's okay," San puts his hand on your back soothingly, and the light touch makes the tears spill over.

"S-sorry," you bow your head as you sniff, quickly wiping your tears with the tissue that Wooyoung hands over. "Sorry, this is embarrassing..."

    "No," Hongjoong whispers as he joins the rest of his members in sitting around you, "it's okay... It's a big moment. You've been working towards this for a long time."

    "Hongjoong is right," Seonghwa hesitates for a moment before placing his hand on your head, thankful when you lean into it instead of away. "It's okay to cry, Huebae. Take all the time you need."

⋆.ೃ:･L-O-V-E𐦍.ೃ࿔*:･

Yunho is the last one to leave the building that night, and he doesn't expect anyone to be on the street. It's nearly one in the morning.

But, there you are.

Sitting on the curb, holding your bag to your chest as you look up at the sky. He follows your gaze, there isn't much to look at. You can't see the stars very well in the city.

He steps forward to ask if you need a ride home, when he hears you whispering.

    "-proud, right? You loved music a lot, I remember... Maybe that's why I'm so good at it." You chuckle, but it's sad. He has to take a moment to translate the words you're saying, but he follows along well enough. He doesn't mean to eavesdrop, but his body doesn't seem to want to move. "Uncle Ujin keeps asking me when I'll visit you. I know that I should, I really should go with them one weekend... But you understand, right? I won't lie to you, and try to say that I'm too busy or something. Really, I'm just a coward, and- and I'm so mad at you, still. They won't even talk about home. I have to deal with the consequences of your actions. I have to be here every day! Why do you get to leave? Why?!"

    A loud rumble of thunder is followed by an immediate downpour of rain. You let your head down, laughing at mother nature's divine sense of humor. "Great. Just great."

     An umbrella opens up over your head, and you look up to see Yunho.

    He gives you a small smile, and you almost want to ask how much of that he heard. "I walk out right when it starts raining, great timing, huh?" He decides that he'll just keep the fact that he heard you to himself. You were clearly struggling with something, and he didn't want to add embarrassment onto that.

     "Do you need a ride, Huebae?"

     He outstretches his hand, and you gladly take it.

⋆.ೃ:･달려가 CRUSH ON YOU𐦍.ೃ࿔*:･

⋆.ೃ:･DELETED SCENES.ೃ࿔*:･

#TWO#

   As you all fold up and put your sticky notes in the hat, Jisu is writing all of your names on the mirror with your marker.

After counting the number of papers to make sure everyone voted, you bring the hat to her and hold it as she unfolds the first paper.

"(Y/n)-Unnie," she reads and puts a tally under your name.

The next, "Ye (Y/n)," another tally.

By the third one you begin to get nervous as — "(Y/n)."

"Bongcha!" She moves her hand to her name and makes a tally before going right back to yours, "(Y/n)!"

When all of the votes are counted (and recounted per your request), you and Bongcha are the only ones with votes. And Bongcha only has one.

"Yah, we all voted for (Y/n) besides herself!" Aeyoung giggles as you go through the papers for a third time, "it's meant to be!"

"Looks like crUSh has an official leader," Jisu smiles as she erases all of their names, leaving only yours, "congratulations."

She heads to the back of the room, where the crew is still situated and giving you a small round of applause with your members.

You stare at your name, six marks underneath it, six members that you're now responsible for.

"Unnie," Namseon stands up quickly and runs to you as she sees the tears welling up in your eyes, "are you okay?"

The others are standing as well, gathering around you to shield you from the camera. "You guys think I'll be a good leader?" You whisper, taking Sunji's hand when she offers it.

"Of course you'll be a good leader," Eunhwa reassures you just as quietly, "you already take such good care of us."

"I agree with the mouse," Bongchas playful nickname for the introvert makes you crack a smile, "and don't worry, you have me as a co-leader. You picked me out yourself!"

When the oldest member pulls you into a hug, the rest of them fall in line, creating a group hug under your name.

#THREE#

MINGI SENT AN ATTACHMENT.

     It's a video of the mirror, the lyrics on it. In the reflection, you have your head turned to face San, nodding as you listen to his suggestions intently. Sunji is singing the chorus again, "tipi-tap tipi-tip- hey, Unnie? Should it be more li-" The video cuts off.

MINGI SENT A MESSAGE. hyung, let's make this song! (y/n) is a musical genius

MINGI SENT AN ATTACHMENT.

    Another video, your face buried in your book as you write. "-ke Mingi-ssi went, 'the code is L-O-V-E~!' Try a little higher than 'dallyeoga crush on you~' to give it some variety. 'The code is L-O-V-E,' like th-"

SEONGHWA HYUNG SENT A MESSAGE. That's so adorable! It fits the vibe of their group, cyber and cute

JONGHO SENT A MESSAGE. catchy

CAPTAIN SENT A MESSAGE. Send me a full recording of what you have and I'll mess with some music

WOOYOUNG SENT A MESSAGE. the code is L-O-V-E !!

YUNHO SENT A MESSAGE. great now wooyoung will be singing that all day long haha

WOOYOUNG SENT A MESSAGE. L-O-V-E !!!!

 

⋆.ೃ:･L-O-V-E WILL BE RIGHT BACK.ೃ࿔*:･

[angels-fantasy]

Top-Secret Fiction Ch. 1

Date Scored

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Description: After meeting the one and only pro hero Dynamight on a dating app, you two begin to see each other. Because of the dangers that come with his hero work, you both promise to be completely honest with each other from the beginning; though you can't help but keep one big secret from him.

You write fan fiction, mostly about him.

Chapter Details: This story is honestly mostly fluff, some crack fic elements lol, lowkey fast pacing but IM IMPATIENT LOL sorry

Word Count: 1.2k

It was a Tuesday night when you were on your computer, logged into HeroFiction.com and typing away at a new fan fiction you promised your readers.

You had been writing fan fiction as a hobby for about three years now and over time quickly began gaining followers. Now, you had almost four thousand readers that loved your work.

At first you wrote for a variety of heroes, until Dynamight started becoming really popular. You didn't see the hype in the beginning. He was so rude and destructive, why would you write about him?

Your mind didn't change for a while until you saw a video of him getting interviewed after taking down a villain. He was as rude as ever of course, but his face was covered in soot and his hero costume was ripped, showing his chest and arms. Watching that video made you realize how hot he actually was.

That was the moment you decided to start writing for him.

He quickly became a favorite among your readers, so you kept writing for him. It seemed as the more you wrote for him, the more you liked him. He was suddenly your favorite pro hero.

Now, you focused every piece of writing on him. It worked out perfectly for you. You and your readers loved it, it was a win-win.

So now as you were thinking of what to write next, your phone buzzed next to your thigh, breaking you out of your thoughts.

You grabbed your phone and looked at your new notification, seeing it was from the dating app you recently downloaded.

Now curious, you opened up the app to see what the notification was. It appeared to be a message from a recent match.

Hey sexy. Meet up 2night 👀?

Face curling up in disgust, you blocked the person and deleted the message. It seemed as if everyone on that app was just looking for a hookup, and not something long term.

Maybe it was foolish for you to think you'd find something serious on the app, but it didn't hurt to try right?

You closed your laptop, making sure to save your work, and began swiping through profiles on the app.

You continued swiping left for who knows how long, until you came across a profile claiming to be Dynamight.

Sitting up in bed quickly, you looked at the profile closely and read through it.

Katsuki Bakugou, 30

Pro hero. No, I'm not hooking up with you. Yes, I'm fucking real.

It was short and not so sweet, but it didn't seem fake. You swiped through his pictures. The first one was of him and other pro heroes dressed in their hero costumes. The second was a picture of him, flexing in the mirror, and the third was a selfie of him and a german shepherd outside.

Maybe you were being way too optimistic, but you really believed that this could be him. If it was, then you hoped that somehow he'd match with you. If it wasn't real, then it wouldn't be an issue, but you would be disappointed.

Feeling brave, you decided to swipe right.

It's a Match!

You never gasped so loud in your life. If it was already a match, then that meant he had to have swiped right on you before right? You bit your nails as your heart raced in excitement, wondering what you should even say to him now that you were matched.

But what if he wasn't even real? You'd just be embarrassing yourself by believing that Dynamight of all people, would be on a dating app and actually matching with you. This could be some horrible person messing with people, trying to humiliate them.

Now discouraged by your own thoughts, you just shook your head and closed the app.

Buzz.

Katsuki Bakugou: Hey

Your eyes widened and your eyebrows raised so high up they could probably touch your hairline.

"Oh my word!" You cried while gripping your phone. You opened the app once again and tapped on the new message, typing your own.

Me: Hello!

Me: I'm sorry but I just have to ask. Are you actually Dynamight?

You chewed on your fingers nervously as you watched the text bubble pop up, a message eventually following it.

Katsuki Bakugou: Yes I'm real. I can prove it to ya if you need me to. Idk how but I will.

You hummed out loud, thinking of what he could do to prove he's real.

Me: Uhh could you send a pic of yourself with a spoon on your nose?

Katsuki Bakugou: That's what you came up with?

Me: That's the only specific thing I could think of!

Katsuki Bakugou: Yeah yeah

Katsuki Bakugou: [image attachment]

Opening the picture, you saw exactly what you asked for. It was Dynamight with a damn spoon on his nose.

You threw your phone across your bedroom and shoved your face in your pillow, screaming in excitement.

"Holy shit." You said in disbelief, "I'm actually talking to Dynamight."

You got up out of bed and picked your phone up off the floor.

Me: Oh my word you're actually real

Me: Thanks for the pic lol sorry you had to do that

Katsuki Bakugou: It's fine. I get why you'd think otherwise so that's why I agreed to it.

Me: Well thanks again

Me: Anyways, can I ask why you're on here? Most people I've come across so far are only looking for one thing. If that's you then no judgement here.

Katsuki Bakugou: Someone I know recommended it to me. And nah that's not me. Being a pro hero and one night stands do not mix well.

Me: Understandable. I'm no pro hero, but I'm on here for something more serious you know? Even just finding friends would be nice.

You cringed at how pathetic you sounded and sent another text.

Me: Sorry, didn't mean to get sappy there lol.

Katsuki Bakugou: You're good. But I feel the same about wanting something more serious. Sucks that almost everyone on here is just a horny bastard.

Damn, who knew Dynamight was so relatable?

Right when you were typing a new message, another one from Dynamight came in.

Katsuki Bakugou: But anyways, when are you free? I wanna take you out.

Katsuki Bakugou: If you want me to, obviously.

You squealed at the message, kicking your feet in excitement. It was kind of surprising that he asked you out so early, but just from what you know about him and his personality, it wasn't out of character. Fast and straight to the point.

You bit your bottom lip as you typed up your response.

Me: Of course, I'd love to! I'm free this weekend.

Katsuki Bakugou: Alright, I'll pick you up Saturday at 5:30 pm.

Me: What do I wear?? Pls tell me where we're going.

Katsuki Bakugou: Can't. It's a surprise. I'll tell you what to wear the day of.

Me: Okay...

Katsuki Bakugou: Don't back out now.

You grinned and held your phone against your chest. You couldn't believe you scored a date with your favorite hero.

Suddenly, your cat jumped up onto your bed and in your lap. You gasped and picked him up, carrying him in front of your face.

"Hey Cheerios." You cooed, "I'm going on a date with Dynamight!"

"Meow"

...

next chapter

authors note

i hope you enjoyed the first chapter of Top Secret Fiction lol. this is my first multi-chapter fic so i'm a little nervous, but i think it's okay so far! pls let me know what you think 😊

also, if you noticed that bakugou seems to be a bit more mellow here, its bc he's older in this fic and i just imagine him as being a bit more calm as an adult.

btw sorry if the fast pace isn't something you like. i'm impatient lol

love ya!

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[turbulentscrawl]

Most-to-Least Protective: Survivor Guys

I had less time to write before work today, but some good inspo so I whipped up this example for the ranking requests I take! For this one I just used the ten who came to mind and who im probably most familiar with

This is meant in general terms, not just for in Matches. The primary situations I considered for this are heated arguments, physical altercations, and near-death experiences. The ranking considers their responses to these situations, as well as how strong their protective feelings are.

MOST 🔻

Naib would do just about anything in defense of a loved one. Argue, fight, kill, anything. It’s not like he hasn’t done it all before anyway. Naib refuses to lose anyone else, it’s not even an option to him. If someone tried to make it happen anyway? He’s enraged beyond giving his usual mercy of a quick death. He’s gonna make it hurt.

Andrew is not super likely to argue on your behalf, unless you count cussing someone out as “arguing.” In which case it’s like 50/50. He’s more willing to step in physically. He doesn’t want to be a glorified meat-shield, but if your life were in danger he would 100% crack someone over the head with his shovel. He won’t intentionally kill someone for you but it may happen, depending on how that shovel lands. He won’t feel bad about it either way. He’s already an angry guy, and it’s even more intense when you’re in danger.

Kevin would initiate an argument on your behalf. Also very willing to throw hands on your behalf and doesn’t care if he gets hurt. He really doesn’t want to kill anyone, but if there’s no other choice he will. Your safety as his loved one comes before anyone else’s, even his own. Surprisingly, he becomes more level-headed and calculating as the danger to you increases. In other words, he’s at his most emotional in a verbal argument.

Norton mostly trusts you to handle your own issues, but if you’re obviously uncomfortable or intimidated he’ll place himself between you and the threat. Might get into a fight for you if it were serious, but his preferred way to handle things would be dealing petty revenge behind the scenes. (or, during a personality flip, violent revenge.) He would kill someone for you if there was no other way. His feelings are more intense than his actions normally suggest, but he’s concerned about going too far like he did in the mining accident.

William is a large, strong guy, who’s very rough in his sports but not so much outside them. He’ll gladly speak up for you if someone’s being a jerk, but he may or may not make the best arguments. He’s happy to be your shield and willing to throw a punch or two if someone else strikes first but, again, he’d rather wrap things up before getting to that point. If he had to, he’d probably kill to protect you, but it would haunt him for the rest of his life. He’s very hot-headed in regards to your safety.

If Victor is one thing, it’s brave. He’s not likely to speak on your behalf, or try to hurt someone for you, but he’s more than willing to place himself in harm’s way if it means he has even a chance of getting you out of it. He always lingers close by if there’s tension in the air so he can pull you behind him at a moment’s notice.

Luca is very likely to step into an argument on your behalf—though in his case it’s more him trying to end the argument rather than engage it. He’s willing to step into danger to guide you out of it, but not to attempt violence. Not because he doesn’t care, but because he knows he’s too weak to be helpful in that way. He’s quite calm up until your life is in immediate danger, at which point he would beg his more-capable friends to save you.

Aesop is not protective in the moment at all. He won’t step in to argue or fight for you, and isn’t very likely to step into life-threatening danger, either. His self-appointed role is healing and comforting you after the fact. And, secretly, plotting revenge. No one ever suspects Aesop as being the type to hold a grudge. But I stand by what I said in his general HCs: if we go by canon, he’s easily one of the most dangerous people in the manor.

Edgar is pretty unhelpful. Listen, listen…you’re supposed to be the tough cookie in this relationship. Edgar has venom for days; he’ll run his mouth off if you want him to, sure, but he’s not throwing himself into danger just because you can’t handle it. If you almost die…well, you’re one of the few things he cares about anymore, so the line must be drawn. If they’re within reach, the culprit ought to watch their backs for a while. And maybe not eat or drink anything they didn’t prepare themselves.

Joker is a lot like Aesop, but there’s like a 90% chance of it being without the revenge bit. He does, in fact, hold grudges, but he’s still not likely to attempt anything against someone. If they did something really horrible to you he’ll look into whatever form of public justice can be dealt to them, even if that just means trying to rally the other members of the manor into shunning them. Unlike Aesop, he’s somewhat likely to try to stop a verbal altercation, but he’s not very assertive and ends up not being much help.

LEAST 🔺

[soggyriceee]

its me again.💞

tysm for answerjng my other rq 🤭

PLS A PART 3 TO "RED HANDED",

BUT.

konig or reader takes an aphrodisac and ends up fucking another person. DRAMAAA

u dont have to do this obvs MAKE SURE U GET SM REST GIRL ILY

i’m sorry | konig

(pretty dark theme here, Konig is getting taken advantage of *cough cough r@pe*)

König was a very loyal man. he believed in traditional roles, he as the man is supposed to take care of you. he never wanted you to work another day in your life, especially not when you were both trying for a baby.

you envisioned the rest of your life with this man, and he did too. but who would think that one party, one too many drinks, would end you guys' relationship?

"im so sorry libe please-" he cried, for every piece of clothing you put in the suitcase he took out. it began to really annoy you.

"Konig!" you screamed at him. never in your relationship had you seen him so weak, frail. vulnerable. he was a tough guy and always kept a brave, stern face. but tonight was far different.

a work trip for Konig was normal. but this time it was at least close to home. and by close to home, he was only 45 minuets from the house. you expected to see him later that night and waited for him, holding the positive pregnancy test close. after 4 months of trying you finally got a positive.

but while you were ay home, thinking of him and the new life you were both about to start, Konig was plunging his cock into some random woman.

"s-so wet.. " he slurred, his eyes closed, head thrown back. he had no clue who this woman was. in fact, he wasn't entirely sure where he was even at. but the woman in his lap did.

his boss, the same boss you've told him many times makes you feel uncomfortable. she never was shy about her attraction to your man, it was like she got off on him being with another woman. Konig didn't per se ignore your concerns tho, he just knew that this job was the best job he could find to support you both.

"and it all yours.." she moaned out, feeling her orgasm building up quickly.

she had no shame really, slipping his drink like that. it was too easy, she told herself mentally, as if he wanted it to happen. and as soon as Konig got sloppy, she offered to take him home.

thats how she got him. she wasted no time taking advantage of his body, sliding his pants off while her shirt was already on the car floor. it didn't help that the woman had dyed her hair to match yours, trying to get him psychologically. she knew if he was just so drunk, so out of it, he would prob think he was fucking you.

"go on Koni .. fill me up .. get me pregnant" she cooed into his ear, bouncing slowly up and down his cock. "you want my babies angel?" he whimpered, still unable to even open his eyes.

Konig came in the woman twice that night, both times calling out your name. and by the time she had finished on his cock, she was already taking her phone. she sent him a picture of him laying on his chest, while his face was barely even in the photo.

and thats how you figured out.

Konig had a work phone and iPad, reasonably he left his iPad home. he let you use it, mainly for Netflix or Hulu. so when it dinged you naturally went to go check who it was.

when you saw it was his boss you hesitated, didn't want to be insecure or jealous. but something told you to look at the message and when you did, it felt like the whole world stopped. like all the oxygen in the world got sucked up, leaving you genuinely breathless.

König didnt return home that night, only validating that it wasn't a mis-send, he really fucked his boss. you spent that night crying your eyes out, looking for hotels to stay at while you looked for a new apartment, preferably out of this town. you both had spent 2 years together, so for it to be thrown away on a night of fun hurt you. but you didn't know what had happened to Konig. hell he barely knew when he woke up the next morning.

"you have to believe me I-i dont remember going back to her house, I don't remember having sex w-with her" he cried, feeling the urge to once again throw up. he was sick, he couldn't believe something like this had happened.

but you remained silent, packing your things despite Konig undoing it all. you ignored him so much so, he physically turned you around, and shoved you against the wall. his eyes were red, his chest heaved up and down heavily. "im telling you I dont remember anything!" he yelled, for the first time, at you.

you swallowed the lump in your throat, before finally meeting his gaze. "im pregnant Konig. but right now, I think that this baby shouldn't be brought into this world when this is our relationship right now." you said flat.

"y-your pregnant?"

you pushed off him, grabbing the pile of clothes on the floor, and your suitcase. "I need a break I need space. this .. this is too much." you continued, shoving the clothes in successfully, before closing it. Konig remained still, unable to move, to feel his legs.

you grabbed the lat of your necessities before walking out the door, and ignoring all his calls, and messages for the rest of the day. despite your tough woman show you gave earlier, you were hurt. and as soon as you got to the hotel you bawled your eye out, debating and questioning if he truly didn't remember what had happened to him last night, or if he was lying. you didn't know, and it was making you crazy

thank you for your request kookie butt, I really enjoy a good smutty angst

[saiintvalentiine]

hello. this is a messy execution of this post where i mused about the nature of c!Wifies and the fourth wall. im havin fun wit it. its not cleanly edited so sorry for any errors! might expand on the idea some time....... also mild spoilers for the maze by professor biggy. enjoy! divider

Word count: 866

It happens again. He's himself, then he's split, then melded, then himself again. It happens sometimes. It just does.

This time, his hands feel wrong. He flexes them over and over. The calluses are layered on top of each other, like two patterns that don't match and have been poorly stitched together.

“Dude, what’s wrong with you?”

“Don't ask that,” Wifies mutters, a knee jerk reaction. “They're listening.”

“What are you talking about?”

It's like a shock. Wifies's whole body jerks and he looks up and it's Parrot above him, Parrot who's giving him a suspicious look.

Parrot. Not—

“Sorry,” Wifies says, though the word tastes stale in his mouth. “Am I on the floor?”

“Yeah,” Parrot drawls, crouching down so they're closer to being eye to eye. “You sat down.”

“I had a dizzy spell,” Wifies says. The lie is fresh, breezy, god, who is he—

It's times like these where he wonders if it would've been better to have never known, to have remained unaware while scuttling through bedrock mazes. To have remained a fragment and not become the fractal.

Parrot presses a hand to Wifies's forehead, frowning at him like he's being stubborn. He cups Wifies's chin and tilts his head up, eye to critical eye.

“You’re not warm but your pupils are blown,” Parrot says. “You said you feel dizzy?”

“Yeah. I have dizzy spells or onset vertigo sometimes. Not too often, but sometimes.”

“You haven't had one in the time I've known you.”

“It's not that common. I used to have them more, but I got better.”

That's an understatement. As the other clones died, their stories coming to a close, Wifies would feel their fractal return to him. It was non-stop returns for weeks after the original Wifies was killed, and he was stuck in bed with a head that felt like it weighed a hundred pounds and a body that kept crying out for pains that didn't exist anymore. As the world ran out of clones, he was finally able to begin living.

Death to survive. Maybe that's a trend with the fractals. Maybe that’s what he’s meant to represent.

“Dude,” Parrot hisses, grabbing his face with both hands. “Your pupils just shrank so fast.”

“I'm fine,” Wifies insists, pressing his strange-wrong-sewn hands into Parrot's shoulders and pushing him back. “This is normal when I'm bouncing back from a spell. I promise.”

“I don't know if I believe you,” Parrot says, pushing himself closer. “You look sick.”

“Parrot,” Wifies says, fingers curling into Parrot's sleeves. “Seriously. Stop. Stop it.”

“You're worrying me.”

To get a taste of what you've never had is a blissful thing. He misses it. He had it. He doesn't have it here. He tries to bite his tongue, but a quiet part of himself has been made brave and now—

“Get off of me,” Wifies grits out, pulling his shield from his inventory and using it to knock Parrot back.

Parrot falls into a roll and Wifies feels bad for a split second until the dizziness returns. This is— someone just— Wifies gasps and falls back, sky spinning above his head. In the rooms. Someone in one of the rooms. A sand trap. Two in a row is cruel. Why would He write it like this? He tries to breathe through the feel of grit that isn't there and Parrot is yelling-not-yelling in that way he does when he's trying to show his feelings in a stupidly stoic way instead of just being honest with himself.

Lord.

“You're making it worse!” Wifies yells at him, blindly waving his shield at where he thinks Parrot is. “You're making this worse, stop it.”

“You didn't need to give me a shiner,” Parrot grumbles, making his way to stand over Wifies. He can see where the edge of the shield hit the corner of Parrot's eye, a bloom of red that threatens to grow darker and darker.“Would you have stopped otherwise?”

Parrot says nothing. He wouldn't.

“Your pupils are huge again, by the way,” Parrot says instead.

“I just want to get through this peacefully, Parrot. I've done this a bunch,” he sighs, blinking slowly at the wavering image of Parrot. “Go get yourself a healing pot for your eye.”

“When did you get so strong?” Parrot mutters, but rises anyway.

In his absence, Wifies drops his shield and forces his muscles to relax. Without Parrot around, his mind clears to the memories.

“Fuck,” he says, and rubs his eyes until his face stings all over. “Fuck, fuck.”

Chuck. He hopes Chuck got away. He was being honest when he said that even if he died, he wanted them to survive. It surprised him how badly he meant it. He wanted Chuck to live.

He can't think about Chuck for too long. Lingering on a fragment isn't hard, or painful, or even something he dislikes doing, but this one—

He sits up. The vertigo is there but he doesn't care. He thinks about a clone stuck in a room too far away from spawn to be saved. Somehow, that hurts less.

There are no funerals for tools. He knows that. It's easier that way.

He stands up.

[vxlentinescookies]

This is a sequel of the previous Dark Cacao one were they fought and everything

Things have calmed down now, the awkward moment has open space for some time, peace and some further talks

But Dark Cacao has come into term with a little something

He likes Reader Cookie: (use any pronouns) are/is strong, resourceful, agile and very skilled, he could see so much potential, and it's a surprise to find someone who not only knows their way in a fight, but ALSO can match HIM

He wants to ask her out, the issue is: how!?

He was not a single clue, time to ask his soldiers for advise I guess?

Maybe even contact hollyberry?

(To resume, this is Dark Cacao finally knowing he likes Reader Cookie, asks others for advise to ask them out and fails miserably, but Reader Cookie is so amazed at the brave [though failed] attempt that decides to give the idea of a date a try)

→ ❛Between the sword and your opponent, pt. 2❜

→ Pairing ; Dark Cacao Cookie x Reader → Quote ; ❛❛It surely didnt go according to plan but, to say Hollyberry, who had been listening intently from behind one of the pillars, wasnt satisfied, would be an understatement.❜❜ → Genre ; Drama , Romance → A/N ; This was very fun hahah, pt 1 is here!

Its been a good few days after the incident, the one where you shamelessly flirted with Dark Cacao in the middle of a fight. To say the king hadnt been thinking about it was… an understatement, he had thought about it, quite a lot. It had leaked into his daily like like the growing vines of grapes, and in return, they were twisting and shaping around his brain like a deadly respite. This, paired with the following talks you both had about the help the kingdom of Rose Champagne wanted to offer to the kingdom of Cacao, and the inevitable flirting that came with your personality, Dark Cacao seemed to inevitably start falling in love. It was a force of nature he didnt expect, that he didnt take in consideration, but as time passed, he realized that these feelings were ever present, and that there was no way he could keep them hidden.

Love, for Dark Cacao, was something he had long since given up on. He no longer seeked it, and he no longer expected it, especially after the falling out with his previous wife and the loss of his son, that he still deep down loved dearly, he no longer felt he had a place in the grounds of love, therefore, he simply stayed on his own place, allowing himself to be moved by the currents of life while focusing on the current moments with his kingdom, his subjects, and the war ever present with Dark Enchantress Cookie.

Thats perhaps what made this moment the more jarring to him, to be flirted with after he felt unlovable, after he felt undeserving of being loved—And then, the fact that his heart was starting to beat with fervor and energy yet again, for someone he once hurt unintentionally… It put his mind and heart at a standstill, confused as to how to proceed, confused as to what to do exactly.

“Damn, sounds like you’re deep in the trenches of love, old friend” Hollyberry would tell them once Dark Cacao sought them out for help, after all, out of all his comrades, the hollyberrian was the most capable when it cames to matters of love.

“Sigh, Im just, confused as what to do… I’ve given up on love a long time ago…” He said, looking down for a few moments, before turning back at her.

His hands were tainted with blood, and his mind haunted by the warriors long lost in the wars the cacao kingdom had been part of, not to mention the small guilt that followed him for having fallen in the trap that was Affogato’s tricks. He sighed yet again, because then there was you, someone hurt unintentionally by his hand, even if he was under the tricks of the snake, he still felt like he owed his people something. 

“Oh c’mon, rid yourself of that long face, Dark Cacao!” Hollyberry would snap him of his thoughts, as she’d laugh heartily “Its clear what you must do, you must act upon your emotions!”

“Act… Upon my emotions?” He felt like he stayed in square one, unable to think of what exact way to move thorough this new challenge. “Right, but, how exactly?”

“You speak as if you hadnt been in a marriage once!” She spoke yet again, frowning for a moment before patting his back lively, and perhaps a bit too strongly “Fret not! What you must do, is confess and ask her out on a date! Dosent that sound logical?”

Right, a date… If only he wasnt rusty in these themes, perhaps the idea would’ve seemed more appetizing, but as it stood, he was confused and didnt know exactly what to do or say. Hollyberry, noticing this, would just sigh and shake her head, she thought Pure Vanilla was THE challenge in the ancient’s groups when it came to love, but Dark Cacao? Now he was winning second place.

You had been resting in your quarters, quietly taking a nap when it happened, a soldier knocking on your door causing you to wake up startled, and once the door opened, you would look confused at the soldier in question, looking at you with seriousness as he spoke the words sent by his majesty. He was requesting your presence in the throne room, words that left you dumbfounded as you brushed hair out of your face before nodding. You didnt put much thought about it, as you dressed to come see Dark Cacao in the throne room.

Walking towards the castle suddenly felt colder than usual, and your steps felt heavier, as if you were expecting something bad to happen, but thinking about it, the worse that could happen would be Dark Cacao shaming you and sending you back after your constant flirting… which didnt seem to be the case, if anything it did seem quite… out of character? The king didnt seem to be that fazed by your flirting, so… But on the other side, you could be expecting the end of the trip as he declared that all was well, and that the Cacao Kingdom would continue relations with the Rose Champagne Kingdom… Not really out of character and far more viable… still, if it were to be the case, why were you hesitating? Why were you feeling so heavy? Confused, you simply approached the door before stopping.

Were you, were you falling in love? No, there was no way, there was simply no way that you were falling in love with the King of the Cacao Kingdom, was it…?

“Your majesty, I’ve arrived…” You spoke as you finally took a step inside, bowing in front of the king, before he’d dismiss the other cookies in the room, letting you both alone in the room. “Is there, something you wished to discuss with me?”

“Yes, ahem… (y/n) cookie, there are some matters I must get to… involving you”

You lifted an eyebrow as he spoke, his nervousness apparent as he left the throne and walked towards you. Each step felt dangerous yet filled with a certain sense of unknown that scared you in some way. Yet you persisted, until he was right in front of you.

“Will… Ahem… Will you go on a date with me?”

“Huh?”

Now it was your turn to be taken aback. You stared at him dumbfounded as you felt all your worries and fears fade away into the dark. He looked at you curiously and you simply coughed before looking at him, smiling.

“... S-Sure, I dont mind!”

“You dont have to if you dont want to…”

“No-No, I do want to! Lets go on a date!”

It surely didnt go according to plan but, to say Hollyberry, who had been listening intently from behind one of the pillars, wasnt satisfied, would be an understatement.

[bomber-grl]

hello i love your fics so much omg 😭 can i request a damian x male reader fic where reader is like really feminine and maybe crossdresses? hc’s or a fic like im okay with anything 🫶🏻

Damian x Fem!Crossdresser!Reader ❤︎

Pairing(s): Damian Wayne x Male reader

Honestly? I know you’d hate to hear but Damian is Damian and is sort of weirded out when he finds out

What does he find out? That you’re actually a guy

Then he sorta applauds you mentally for being brave and challenging gender norms

He can be pretty judgmental but honestly he doesn’t even care after a while

You’re a guy that likes to be feminine

Nothing wrong with that and if anything Damian is just non chalant about the whole thing

So let’s go to when you guys start to date

It’s pretty amusing for him since whenever you go out to eat and the server refers to you with feminine terms he just says “yea, my boyfriend would love that”

Emphasizing the “boyfriend” part

Then he watches the server walk away awkwardly and although its mean, what can he say?

It’s in his nature, unfortunately

Your crossdressing doesn’t really interfere with normal like unless you meet new people that doesn’t know you’re a guy and Damian takes advantage of

But we’ve already been through that

Many people are surprised when they hear the Damian Wayne is in a relationship

He’s hardly a romantic

Well, that’s not entirely true

Because if that was the case, then why would Damian passionately support your fashion and style by buying you new things

Even going as far as going to the mall with you and lending you his card to please you?

Sure he’s acting all emo and non chalant but that blush dusted on his face ain’t hiding shit

Not to mention how he’s weirdly involved in helping you incorporate weapons (if you’re a hero/vigilante of sorts) into your outfits

He opens up more eventually and thoughtfully gifts you matching accessories without embarrassment

If you’re more leaning towards making your garments and accessories then Damian makes sure to get you fabrics and supplies that you’d like

Eventually it leads to Damian helping you out while over explaining what he’s doing as an attempt to help you

Who knew Damian could sew

And the whole ordeal was a bit of an excuse to make matching bracelets

All in all, he doesn’t really mind it at all and it’s just a everyday thing that’s parts of you

But then one day he arrives at the manor and given the heads up that you’re there in his room awaiting him

He heads up non suspecting when he really should’ve been suspecting

Because you had proposed dressing him up in your hyper feminine style this time rather than it being you

He’s a bit opposed

Only because of the time it’ll take, he’ll have to shower, and the risk of anyone seeing and taking a pic

But you’re his boyfriend so he can’t resist

And so ensues a 3 hour session of you dressing up Damian in makeup and various pieces of clothing that you brought with you for him to try on

It isn’t until he’s looking himself in the mirror that he hears a very audible click

He whipped around and It was just you taking a pic

And so he let out a breath of relief

Which one could argue was wayyy too early because then he hears giggles from the door and he knows it’s those two childish bafoons

(It was obviously Tim and Jason, they never had anything to do)

And so Damian is struggling to get them to delete it, to stop teasing him about it and how far he’d go for you, and so on

Eventually he gives up of course but in the end it was really nice to get to share your interests with your boyfriend

Besides these interactions he’s his usual self and wouldn’t have cared less

But you’re dating and there’s no way you’re getting the short end of the stick with Damian

[bluedeedeedoop]

Okay i know ive been kinda silent but like if you know me, you know im always lurking. always.

BUT ANWAYS.

Here me out:

Barrissoka but it’s Rupphire. and essentially Rupphire but it’s Barrissoka.

i had had this thought for quite a bit actually and i doubt i’m the only one who has! Honestly, Barriss as Sapphire and Ahsoka as Ruby is SO CUTE??? I mean not exactly as a role swap per-say but just I feel like in a similar aspect, the two pairs of characters compliment each other well to their fellow counterpart.

Let me explain.

Barriss Offee is originally viewed, (like Sapphire), as level-headed and a quick thinker, which we have already seen in “The Weapons Factory” when she first was shown in The Clone Wars, and also following her other appearances in the animated shows. Despite this, the Mirialan is clearly very compassionate and selfless, often putting herself in the way in order to secure the safety of others, as seen in The Clone Wars (“what happens to us doesn’t matter…” (but i am also conflicted with this because that behavior was almost coded as self destructive as well as her begging for death in the brain worms episode which could be seen as both?? anyways take that with a grain of salt i suppose)), and in the most recent Tales of the Empire, where we see her maintain a conflicted yet level-headed facade as she navigates her rapidly changing situation with patience, following that deciding her side in it all and putting herself out there to help others.

And Sapphire, (like Barriss Offee), comes off as cold and distant in many situations due to her ability to see into the future, essentially predicting the resolution to an event prior to it happening. This causes her to often struggle with expressing her emotions in the present. Like in the episode “Keystone Motel,” Ruby and Sapphire separate due to the high rise of emotions between the two of them from the fact Pearl was lying to them. Ruby is visibly upset, but Sapphire is trying to act as if it’s already happened, and that it’s something she’s already processed.

Another point being that when both Barriss and Sapphire experience intense emotions despite not always visibly expressing them, and that they tend to have a bit more of a violent side.

Essentially; both characters keep the visible facade they present as calm, until they are pushed too far and it’s already too late. (Barriss; the wrong jedi arc, seeing the violence from the war. Sapphire; when Rose Quartz lied about her identity for centuries.)

Now, I will admit I had a bit of a harder time finding similar/matching traits between both Ahsoka Tano and Ruby, but after considering both characters and the circumstances in which they were in, it’s clear that there are some characteristics between the two that could be comparable in certain lights. Honestly, I find more in common with the padawan version of Ahsoka (Clone wars Ahsoka Tano) with Ruby than her adult version (Rebels, Mandalorian, etc) , so I will most likely be talking about that when referring to Ahsoka at all.

Ahsoka Tano in “The Clone Wars” is originally depicted as snarky, stubborn, and reckless (like Ruby), as well as impulsive much like her master. Despite having these qualities, she is also brave, generous, and kind-hearted with good intentions in mind. As I already sort of mentioned, she did inherit a lot of traits from her master, like using aggression and threats in order to get what she wanted (when coming to information). Although she retained these traits from her Jedi master, she would eventually gain the confidence to make the right decisions when following her heart (despite the initial negative impact it had on her journey as a jedi). Overtime Ahsoka would learn to be more mature in her ways from the way the war had impacted her, though she would learn to strive through the good and the bad of her mission outcomes, always feeling that her true duty was to help restore peace to the Republic.

Now Ruby (like Ahsoka), experiences intense emotions throughout the show, but being able to be caring to those she considers close to her (even if a majority of the time her emotions are channeled through anger). But even during these moments of rage, she is capable of admitting when she’s wrong, which is something both these characters can do after their moments of cooling down.

I guess the point I wanted to make was in contrast to Barriss and Sapphire, Ahsoka and Ruby express their emotions more “openly” in comparison, despite both pairs definitely feeling emotions at their high. (Ruby in “hit the diamond” when she has a fit of rage from being deceived. Ahsoka in “the clone wars” when she uses threats against a prisoner to get information after losing her patience.)

Essentially; both characters exhibit impulsiveness and are feisty, but they also show passion and strength when it comes to things they care about and for what they consider is right.

In conclusion, I suppose you could just consider this an excuse to compare two amazing lesbian ships that I love, but to be honest I genuinely do consider there to be similarities between the two pairs! Also I really like to find barrissoka in everything around me so here we are. I really hope y’all enjoy this little yap thing I did since I feel like it’s kind of nice.

(I do plan on getting a drawing out of this soon!)

[whxre4hange]

attack on titan characters playing league headcanons

guys im in my final year of my undergrad and i have exams and this is what im doing w my time LMAO

eren (ultimate rage quitter)

eren is the ultimate tryhard. bro mains riven and screams into the group call "i will carry!" he charges into fights like he’s fighting titans, only to get instantly melted. after dying for the fifth time, you can hear him scream into the mike, “i’m not mad, i’m just... passionate! WE GOT THIS GUYS DONT GIVE UP” while furiously typing “ff 15” in chat.

mikasa the overprotective bodyguard

mikasa is the ultimate support, but she’s less about healing and more about throwing daggers at anyone who dares touch eren. if someone tries to gank him, she’ll sprint across the map like a ninja, yelling, “no one touches my eren!” while simultaneously saving him from certain doom… and then getting herself killed in the process.

armin the strategist (and coward)

armin is the brains of the operation, but he spends half the game hiding in a bush, whispering strategies to himself. when he finally decides to engage, he shouts, “guys! let’s flank them!” only for everyone to be dead by the time he finishes his sentence. he’s basically a walking “how not to play” guide.

sasha the snack master

sasha is the adc, but her real focus is on her snack stash. she’s munching on chips while trying to farm minions and will often say things like, “just one more potato chip before i go back!” she ends up feeding because she can’t resist grabbing a snack during team fights. “i’m just… multitasking!”

connie the confused support

connie thinks he’s playing support, but he keeps accidentally stealing kills with his abilities. when everyone yells at him, he responds with a confused, “but i thought we were playing catch!” he’s just trying to help, bless his little heart.

jean's leadership failures

jean wants to be team captain (literally no one cares) and constantly tries to direct everyone like he’s leading a military operation. “okay, guys! we need a five-man engage!” but when eren charges in solo again, jean just facepalms and mutters, “why do i even try?”

marco the cheerleader

marco is the wholesome cheerleader of the group. he’s always encouraging everyone with phrases like, “good job, team! you can do it!” unfortunately, he gets so distracted by his own positivity that he forgets to ward properly and walks straight into a bush full of enemies. “oops! my bad!”

reiner's tanking fail

reiner plays tank but thinks he’s invincible. he charges into fights yelling, “i’m here to save you!” only to get one-shot by an enemy assassin. his teammates are left screaming, “we needed you alive for that!”

ymir's sneaky shenanigans

ymir plays an assassin and loves sneaking around for picks. she’ll shout things like, “i’m going in!” but then accidentally reveals her position by stepping on a ward. when historia asks her what happened, she just shrugs and says, “it was tactical misdirection!”

annie’s solo queue dominance

annie is a solo queue legend who plays mid-lane like it’s her personal arena. she rolls her eyes at her teammates’ antics and mutters things like, “if you all just let me carry…” she has zero patience for anyone who doesn’t understand how to play properly—and she’ll mute them faster than you can say “teamwork.”

bertolt's unexpected support skills

birthcontrol is surprisingly good at support, using his size as an accidental shield for his teammates. when someone asks how he does it, he just says softly, “i’m just… really good at standing still.” and somehow that works....

erwin's confusing speeches

erwin gives motivational speeches before every match that leave everyone more confused than inspired. “remember: victory is not just about winning; it’s about… uh… being brave?” anywyas by the end of it, everyone is just staring blankly at him while eren types in chat: “can we just play already?”

hange's chaotic jungle adventures

hange plays jungle with chaotic energy that keeps everyone on their toes. they dive into fights yelling, “let’s go! science rules!” but often end up accidentally initiating fights they can’t win. then they die spectacularly the end

levi's silent judgment

levi lurks in the background, silently judging everyone while occasionally throwing out sarcastic comments like, “great job feeding.” when asked why he doesn’t play more often, he simply replies with a deadpan stare: "because i don’t want to ruin my kda." and yet somehow still manages to carry every game when he does play

[nonsscrapheap]

in most of my other fics i don't really touch upon a very fascinating aspect of transformers but i would ABSOLUTELY love to do more of in dance of the fire bot

EM Fields

when i first started writing transformers i didn't really know a lot of transformers, and i was a bit clueless about them, sometimes i would come up EM fields from fics and posts and id be 'huh, dunno what that is, ill probably learn later. later, which is now, im on my third transformers fic and i HAVE learned about Em fields but i havent exactly written them or much of it and etc.

but in dance in the fire bot you can absolutely bet that im going to go into detail about how hot rod has the NICEST em field that anyone ever experienced. does anyone remember mugen train??? the moment that kid got into tanjiro's very soul- oh it was beautiful, and so kind and just- hot rod + tanjiro = safest kindest feeling ever. like can you imagi—

===== Dance of the Fire Bot =====

Hot Rod could get away with murder in Nyon's slum district.

He could murder a bot right in front of everyone and no one would bat an optic, if anything they'd do anything to keep the little youngling from being caught if he did murder someone.

Thankfully, or disappointingly for some, Hot Rod would never actually outright murder just any bot.

He was just too kind for that.

There was a reason why Hot Rod was quickly beloved by even the grumpiest old bucket of bolts within the square mile radius despite his overly cheery nature that was not suited for the current environment or era.

Hot Rod's electromagnetic field was just so... soft and warm and nice just to almost anyone he met.

Being so young, his control over his EM Field was abysmal, and yet it was very much welcomed to the scarred sparks and hardened frames that littered the Rust Narrows who had long forgotten what a kind spark was like.

Even the other sparklings ' EM fields failed to even match the sheer sensation of Hot Rod's blinding smile and emotions.

Quite honestly, if it weren't for Hot Rod's olfacotry senses (later on, his actual ability to set himself on fire) they would have thought that Hot Rod's outlier ability was being able to use his EM Field to calm anyone down or just, influence everyone to a better mood.

If there was a fight between bots, Hot Rod was around to smooth the jagged edges and scold the fighters while waves of gentle concern and kindness leapt off of the young cybertronian's frame.

The young brats of Nyon would follow Hot Rod around just to bask in his kindness, always jealous of Springer and Arcee who always stuck close to Hot Rod and enjoyed the benefits of being his unit, and one day; his Amicas.

Everyone of Rust Narrows would mourn when Hot Rod finally learned to reign his Em Field in, but there'd be moments where Hot Rod's Em Field would wash over all those around him. During times of great fear, a wave of brave and gentle determination would wrap around those near him, chasing the negativity away.

===== Dance of the Fire Bot =====

i'm just giving hot rod more and more abilities here.

oh yeah, decepticons stand NO CHANCE to hot rod's em field of calm kindness warmth gentleness happiness-

deadlock barely escaped once, he never got the second chance. not only because of the sword swings but also because of hot rod's em field.

also i can imagine ratchet taking advantage of hot rod's em field to calm patients but OH GOD WAIT WHAT IF I SHIFT THINGS AROUND AND HAVE HOT ROD BE THERE FOR DRIFT AT DEAD END SOMEHOW??? IDK HOW ITD WORK BUT AAAAAAA—

i really have no idea what im doing for the continuity of dance of the fire bots but im just having fun thinking of hot rod continuously making bots fall in love with him.

[superstarcherrycolagirl]

it was maroon

maroon by taylor swift

young!coriolanus snow x fem!academy reader

1.1k words

tw: none

notes: hey yall im back …i can’t get over academy!coryo and his broad shoulders.. this is my first tbosas piece so i hope you like it:))

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like just imagine if his dove is just chatting with somebody. it could be one of your friends, classmates, or teachers, he’s just there. not saying a peep and just hovering over you. it didn’t cross his mind at first that by him doing this could come off as protective and possessive, but once it did he used it to his advantage. and especially if god forbid if you got stuck talking to someone he’s not so fond of.

let’s say felix ravinstill.

“are you excited for the banquet on saturday?” felix approached you after class abruptly, as you just were packing your book bag up “oh- hey felix! yes my family and i are excited to host this one, we’ve been prepping since monday morning” you said in a chirpy spirit, thinking that would be the end of if. as you were trying to leave your seating row he jumped back into your path. the sun was shining through the windows so bright, as you were now facing away from it — creating a shadow of your figure—and it beamed down on felix’s face.

“i assume your parents are expecting you to have a guest accompanying you throughout the night,” in his own words he was hinting at a date, you could already tell as he was picking up a cockier tone of voice compared to when he first started talking to you “and i was curious if you had an idea of who you’d want that person to be?” his ego oozing with every word he spoke.

you stood there for a moment—just trying to come up with an answer that will get him to leave you alone—but not wanting to be rude. even if you wanted to. both of your families were relatively familiar with each other, and over the years nonchalantly toss in your family’s face that he will fulfill the same goals as his great grandfather once did, president ravinstill. so the many times his family has bragged in your very own household might’ve created a little disliking towards him.

and to answer his question, of course you had someone in mind. coriolanus, your boyfriend of a few months, would no doubt be your date for the night. you weren’t sure if felix somehow had no idea that the two of you were together, or just chose to ignore it. brave of him really.

you were thrown off and flustered due to his forwardness, but tried hard not to give more to his overbearing ego “well felix, i actually do have someone in mind if that’s what you’re wondering,” regaining your polite but stern tone “what about y-” “what colors should we match with? i was thinking that blue or green would look great on you” he said, cutting you off.

what?

you’re getting a little anxious, now not knowing how to really get him off you back about his idea of you being his date, but without causing a scene. shifting in your shoes, you wished you could bolt and run over to where clemensia, sejanus, and coriolanus were, meeting them at their table row like you do every day.

“oh c’mon now! we’ll blow this banquet out of the water! i mean it’s not like anyone else could compete with-” he was really pushing it at this point, until he suddenly stopped talking your ear off and paused, mouth slightly open.

he was now looking over your left shoulder. what the hell could’ve caused him to make his mouth run dry and completely lose his train of thought? you thought to yourself, brows knit and confusion in your eyes. as you peered at the ground for a moment, that’s when you spotted another shadow inching closer and closer beside yours. a familiar tall and broad framed figure—with a head full of curls— in fact.

oh. so that was the reason felix stopped talking.

coriolanus walked up beside you, as his cool hand slipped behind and met your right hip “hello dove, i wasn’t sure where you were. didn’t see you walk down to my row,” he said sweetly to you, giving your hip a subtle squeeze. he originally sat in between sejanus and clemensia, but traded with sejanus for the aisle seat once you and him became a pair “now i know why” he said as he turned his head back to felix, head titling a little.

“oh! h-hey coryo! i-uh was just chatting with the golden girl herself about this big banquet on saturday,” he said quickly. you were surprised that he was able to get any words out of his mouth, but wasn’t surprised that he couldn’t just say that it was your family banquet. your banquet.

the both of you were just staring at felix, and just enough to help him finally get the hint to leave “a-and you know what i will just have to catch up with the both of you later! l-later!” and that was when he dashed off, stumbling as he left the room swiftly.

that’s when coriolanus shifted his attention back to you, turning your bodies to face each other and locking eyes “i didn’t expect you could be such a player” he said jokingly “and i didn’t expect you could be the jealous type” you said back, making cheeky smiles crack on both of your faces.

“felix was already planning out our color scheme for my banquet. my family banquet! but he just didn’t seem to care,” you said laughing as you were shaking your head softly “said green or blue would look best on me” you said to him teasingly, knowing that wasn’t the answer.

he looked down at you, placing his left hand on your cheek—a rose red they were— eyeing the soft cherry lipstick that painted your lips, and quickly glanced up at the blood red ribbon peeking out from the back of your head. he smiled fondly, but a little bit of darkness lingered in his eyes “i think we both know what your color is,” he said almost in a whisper, like it was a sweet secret that only you two knew of. coriolanus pulled you in closer into a huge and placed a kiss to the top of your head “i’d like to see anyone fight me about that” “maybe soft pink or white wouldn’t look so bad” you smirked, knowing that he wouldn’t fight you about that.

“whatever you want dove,” finally, you guys started walking out of the echoing hall and heading to lunch “you have no idea have excited i am, can’t fucking wait for your banquet” “me too coryo” the both of you were so giddy now that you didn’t waste another moment caring about what felix had to say.

with a sweet kiss to top it off, you could feel your rosy cheeks burn a scarlet red.

so scarlet it was maroon.