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⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️: strong language (profanity), petty arguments, depictions of stress/anxiety related to online and work life, light suggestive jokes/humor. (thats about it in this chapt) smut warnings: n/a (yet) wc: 4600

It was a normal Monday—or, well, as normal as it could be after two weeks of working as a make-up artist at the top beauty company in the industry. Two weeks in, and instead of painting glamorous looks on celebrities and idols, you were running out of the office, battling public transit, just to fetch your CEO his daily coffee from a café so exclusive it required two bus transfers and possibly your sanity.

You weren't a secretary. You weren't an errand girl. You were a licensed, certified make-up artist for crying out loud! Yet somehow, in this strange hierarchy of tasks, you'd managed to become both his personal coffee runner and his private, exclusive make-up artist. Every morning, bright and early, you trekked to his ridiculously luxurious penthouse to "work your magic"—a process that usually involved two dabs of foundation, some lip balm, and you expertly applying his skincare routine.

Why did he need skincare at 6 a.m.? He didn't. He was the type of guy whose flawless complexion could sell serums just by existing. But apparently, making your life harder was his morning cardio.

This morning was no different. The croissant you grabbed was warm when you bought it. The coffee—a very specific order of Jeonghan's signature honey macchiato, no sugar, extra foam—was piping hot when handed to you. By the time you plopped it onto his pristine desk, though, it was "too cold" for his tastes. Of course, he wouldn't ask you to reheat it, because "it's not freshly made anymore," as he oh-so-smugly liked to remind you. But that smug little smile he flashed before you left his office? Oh, that was the cherry on top.

Jerk.

By the time you returned to the studio, the models were already lined up, waiting for their faces to be transformed. A much better use of your talent, if you said so yourself. As you worked, your co-workers showered you with praise during the break. 'You're doing amazing for someone so new!' they gushed. And sure, maybe part of you wondered if they were being extra nice because they knew you were being run ragged by the boss. But still, you let yourself bask in the compliments. You deserved it.

Flashback to two weeks ago, your interview day.

It was supposed to be the start of something great. A fresh chapter, a dream job. And yet, from the moment your toe slammed into the edge of your side table that morning, you knew the universe had other plans. By the time you boarded the bus, traffic had already declared war on your schedule. And if that wasn't bad enough, when you finally made it to the company's towering glass headquarters, you collided with some guy in the lobby��face-first, right into his shoulder.

He didn't even flinch. You, on the other hand, hit the ground like a sack of potatoes. Your skirt askew, your blouse wrinkled, and your pride in shambles, you scrambled to your feet and mumbled a hasty apology before bolting toward the interview room.

The interview itself went well—at least, you thought so—until someone pointed out the blood trickling down your knee. Apparently, you'd scraped it in the fall but had been so focused on making it on time, you didn't even notice. Typical you. Priorities, right?

Back in the present, you can't help but think: maybe your boss's smugness, the ridiculous coffee runs, and his insistence on morning skincare aren't random. Maybe this job is some kind of cosmic test. Either way, you're determined to ace it—even if it means surviving another 6 a.m. call time at his penthouse tomorrow.

After slipping into your gaming chair, you took a deep breath, brushing back stray strands of hair as you adjusted your bunny-ear headphones. The LED lights of your room, set to a soft pink glow, reflected faintly on the camera feed. Your overlay—a minimalistic design featuring your username in sleek gold letters—flashed as the stream began. The familiar ding of chat messages filling up the screen brought a faint, almost imperceptible smile to your face.

"Evening, chat," you said, voice calm, almost bored, as your hand moved the mouse effortlessly to launch the game. "Let's make this quick. I have a meeting at seven tomorrow."

The chat exploded, as expected:

- "LOOKING SO CUTE IN OFFICE CLOTHES?!" - "MISS BOSS LADY ATE THIS LOOK." - "Wait, you have a job?!" - "Noooo don't stop streaming full-time T_T."

You scrolled through, giving a few nods to the flood of comments, before spotting the one you dreaded seeing. "You're boring," it read, the username unmistakably @everyone-woo.

You rolled your eyes and muttered, "Wouldn't be here if I was." That was enough to set your chat into a frenzy.

Wonwoo. That guy was a walking headache wrapped in a smooth voice and annoyingly skilled gameplay. Ever since Seungkwan introduced you two at that gaming expo, he'd made it his life's mission to be a thorn in your side—whether in streams, ranked matches, or random Discord voice chats. But, if you were honest, your win record against him was one of your greatest flexes.

The game lobby loaded, and your fingers moved automatically to adjust the settings. You glanced at chat once more before you dove in. "You're loud today. Let's see if you'll keep that energy when we hit Master rank tonight," you said, raising an eyebrow. That earned a fresh wave of excitement from your fans.

- "She said MASTER RANK tonight." - "SHE'S TOO CONFIDENT???" - "wonwoo crying rn"

But just as you were about to start, a Discord notification pinged in your headset. Of course, it was him.

@everyone_woo: "Play duo with me, coward." You sighed. Why was he always like this? Ignoring him wasn't an option because you knew he'd just spam you until you caved. So, begrudgingly, you invited him to the match.

The loading screen transitioned into the game's map, a vibrant cityscape filled with sniper points, tight alleyways, and glowing neon signs. You were on a high-stakes mission to extract rare data cores while eliminating rival players. The game began, and your hands flew over the keyboard, your voice sharp and commanding.

"Cover the left, and don't get caught out again," you barked over comms as you eliminated two enemies in rapid succession. "You act like I don't know how to play,"Wonwoo replied, his tone smooth. "Just focus on not dying this time." "I don't die. I win," you shot back, smirking as you caught him lagging behind and threw a smoke grenade his way, effectively trapping him while you took out another enemy solo. The chat went wild:

- "WONWOO CARRIED IN SMOKE RN LMFAOO." - "MISS OFFICE LADY DOESN'T PLAY." - "IMAGINE LOSING TO HER AGAIN."

By the end of the match, you'd racked up MVP with an impressive kill streak, while Wonwoo was a distant second. Your fans cheered in chat, throwing praise and laughing at Wonwoo's apparent frustration.

"GG, everyone," you said, leaning back in your chair as you took a sip of water. "GG?" Wonwoo scoffed. "You call bullying your teammate GG?" "You deserved it," you replied, not missing a beat.

He chuckled, and for a moment, the teasing dropped, his voice softer. "You're getting better, you know. If you keep this up, I might have to actually try."

You paused, caught off guard by the rare, genuine compliment. But before you could reply, he added, "Or maybe I'll just start taking all the credit for training you."

"And there it is," you muttered, shaking your head. The chat roared with laughter as you ended the match and turned back to engage with your fans, leaving Wonwoo behind to stew in his defeat.

As the stream wound down and the camera focused on your face, you finally smiled—a small, tired one that barely reached your eyes. "Thanks for watching, guys. See you next time."

You clicked the stream off and leaned back, staring at the ceiling. The adrenaline was fading, and reality crept back in. Work tomorrow. Rent due next week. Your mom's treatments. It was a lot, but you'd manage.

You always did.

The next day, you were already too irritated to function properly. It was too early for this. You groggily squinted at your phone. 3:37 a.m. in. the. fucking. morning., and it wouldn't stop ringing. Seriously, who calls at this ungodly hour?

You glanced at the caller ID and groaned. Jeonghan. Of course. The man really didn't believe in boundaries.

With a heavy sigh, you swiped to answer, your voice equal parts sleepy and annoyed. "Hello?"

For a moment, there was no response. Just silence on the other end. What kind of sick joke was this? You were about two seconds away from hanging up when his voice finally came through.

"I have a meeting early today. Come get me set."

And just like that, the call ended.

You stared at your phone in disbelief, blinking slowly as if processing what had just happened. "What the actual fuck?" you muttered to no one in particular.

Was this even legal? Well... yeah. It was in the contract. You knew it when you signed up for this job, but that didn't make it any less irritating. Begrudgingly, you dragged yourself out of bed and began to get ready.

By the time you arrived at Jeonghan's penthouse, the clock read 4:15 a.m., and your irritation was teetering dangerously close to snapping. The building's elevator ride to the top floor was silent save for the quiet hum of your thoughts: Why is this my life? You'd slept a grand total of three hours, and now you were about to do the minimalist, yet somehow necessary morning routine of your boss—a man whose face looked like it had been Photoshopped into reality.

You'd been here enough times that you were starting to get used to the spaciousness of the place, even though it screamed, I have more money than you'll ever see in your lifetime.

Knocking softly on the door to his bedroom, you waited for his reply before stepping in with your makeup kit in hand. Jeonghan was already in his usual spot, sitting gracefully in that ridiculously luxurious chair of his, looking like he'd just rolled out of a photoshoot.

Sometimes, you couldn't help but think about how unfairly pretty he was. Sure, he was a man, but why did he look prettier than most women and still manage to be ruggedly handsome at the same time? It was like the universe had decided to give him every aesthetic advantage possible. And it wasn't just his looks. He had the personality to match—charming, charismatic, and annoyingly easygoing in a way that made everyone at work either idolize him or fall in love with him.

The man was running a beauty company, and somehow, just one look at him was enough to convince people to buy into the brand. Honestly? You got it.

Still, that didn't mean you were happy to be here at this ungodly hour.

"Morning," you muttered, setting down your kit and trying to sound professional despite wanting to scream into the void.

Jeonghan smirked, the kind of smirk that made you want to both slap him and admit he had the face of a god. "You look tired."

You froze, hands hovering over the foundation. "Gee, I wonder why."

His laughter was soft but infuriatingly smug. "It's in the contract, isn't it?"

You didn't bother to respond and got to work, dabbing foundation onto his already flawless skin. Why he even needed you for this routine was beyond you. His skin was perfect, like he bathed in unicorn tears or something. Honestly, you felt like this was less about necessity and more about his weird desire to mess with you.

"Stop glaring," he teased, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"I'm not glaring," you shot back, pressing the sponge into his cheek just a little harder than necessary. "Just thinking about how ridiculous this is."

"You say that every morning, but you still show up," he pointed out, tilting his head slightly to let you apply concealer.

"Because it's my job, Jeonghan," you snapped, finishing up the final touches with a flourish.

He hummed thoughtfully, clearly enjoying your irritation. "You're very good at it, though. I'm starting to think I hired you for the wrong department."

You rolled your eyes and started packing up your kit. "You mean the department where I'm supposed to work on models and celebrities instead of you? Yeah, me too."

His laugh was annoyingly melodic, and you hated that it made you momentarily forget why you were pissed.

"Well," he said, standing and stretching—his shirt slipping off one shoulder in a way that felt way too intentional. "I do appreciate your dedication. Let's go."

"Go where?" you asked, blinking at him in confusion.

"To the meeting," he said casually, grabbing his blazer.

"Wait. You're dragging me along?"

"Of course," he said with a wink, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "You're my secret weapon."

You stared at him, dumbfounded. What the hell did that even mean? Whatever it was, you had a sinking feeling that your day was about to get a whole lot worse.

The meeting was held at a ridiculously upscale hotel that made you feel like you didn't belong the second you stepped into the marble-floored lobby. Jeonghan, of course, walked in like he owned the place—which, for all you knew, he might as well have.

You followed a step behind him, clutching your bag and trying to ignore how many people were staring at the two of you. Well, mostly him, you corrected silently. Jeonghan had that effect on people, making heads turn wherever he went. It was like his beauty made him untouchable, and yet here you were—running on fumes and three hours of sleep—dragged along like a reluctant sidekick.

The meeting room was filled with men in sharp suits and women in designer dresses. Everyone exuded confidence, their laughter and chatter echoing off the high ceilings. As Jeonghan sauntered in, the room seemed to quiet just a little, all eyes flicking toward him.

"CEO Yoon," one of the executives greeted with an overly polished smile. "Always a pleasure."

Jeonghan returned the greeting with a smile of his own—charming, disarming, and entirely fake. You could tell because you'd seen his real smiles, rare as they were, and they didn't have that calculated gleam.

You stood awkwardly near the back of the room, unsure of what to do. You weren't supposed to be here, really. The makeup part of your job was done, so why had he insisted on dragging you along? You were still wondering when Jeonghan turned to you, gesturing for you to come closer.

"Stay by my side," he said under his breath, his tone low enough that only you could hear.

Your eyebrows shot up. "Why? I don't even know what's going on."

"You don't need to." He flashed that infuriating smirk again before turning back to his associates.

The meeting began, and you quickly realized just how out of your depth you were. They were talking about brand expansions, marketing strategies, and other high-level corporate stuff that flew right over your head. Yet, every so often, Jeonghan would glance your way, as if silently checking to make sure you were still there.

It wasn't until about halfway through the presentation that you started to piece it together. The execs were pitching ideas for a new ad campaign, and every suggestion seemed to revolve around using make-up artists to market the brand.

Ah, you thought, your irritation bubbling back to the surface. So that's why I'm here.

Jeonghan leaned over, his voice barely above a whisper. "See? I told you you'd be useful."

You shot him a glare, barely resisting the urge to kick him under the table. "You could've just asked," you hissed back.

"Where's the fun in that?" he replied, his smirk widening.

The meeting dragged on for what felt like an eternity, with Jeonghan occasionally throwing you under the bus by mentioning your professional make-up abilities and asking for your "input." It was infuriating, especially since you weren't prepared, but somehow, you managed to string together a few coherent answers.

By the time it was over, you were seething. The second you were out of earshot of the execs, you rounded on Jeonghan.

"You used me," you said, jabbing a finger into his chest.

He raised an eyebrow, looking entirely unbothered. "I utilized your strengths. There's a difference."

"You dragged me out of bed at 3 a.m. for this. You didn't even warn me."

"You handled it well," he said simply, shrugging as if that was supposed to make everything better.

"You're a nightmare," you muttered, running a hand through your hair.

"And yet," he said, his voice dropping to that annoyingly soft tone he used when he wanted to mess with you, "you keep showing up."

You opened your mouth to retort, but nothing came out. He was right, and you hated that.

"Let's get breakfast," he said casually, already heading toward the exit as if the argument never happened.

You stood there for a moment, torn between wanting to strangle him and being too exhausted to argue further. Finally, with a resigned sigh, you followed.

This job is going to kill me, you thought as you trailed after him, wondering why, despite everything, you couldn't bring yourself to quit.

The day had been long, but Jeonghan letting you off early felt like a rare, unexpected win. Maybe he wasn't entirely the devil in disguise. You got home earlier than usual, but exhaustion weighed down your every step.

Dropping onto your bed, you stared at the ceiling. You were too tired to do anything—too tired to even exist at this point—but the thought of skipping a stream wasn't an option. The donations from your loyal fanbase added up to a decent amount, enough to make a real difference for your mother's treatment.

For every two-hour stream, you usually pulled in somewhere around ₩200,000 to ₩500,000 (about 140 - 360 in USD) in donations, and that was on top of ad revenue and sponsorships. Not streaming meant losing that cash. You couldn't afford that luxury.

Dragging yourself up, you splashed cold water on your face, applied makeup to hide the evidence of your exhaustion, and slipped into your favorite hoodie and sweatpants—ultimate comfort mode. At least, this way, you could collapse straight into bed after the stream.

Once you were set up, you logged into League of Legends and hit the "Go Live" button. The familiar ding of viewers joining flooded your screen, and the chat started scrolling faster than you could read.

- "oh wow she's streaming early!!" - "How are you this pretty AND good at games?? life's unfair" - "no way this girl just got back from WORK and still streams for us 😭"

You couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Yeah, long day," you muttered, scrolling through the chat. "Let's just say it involved too much coffee and a certain boss who doesn't know boundaries."

The chat exploded with questions, but you quickly brushed them off. "Alright, enough about that. Let's play."

You loaded into Summoner's Rift and invited Mingyu and Hoshi to your party. Their voices came through your headset loud and clear.

"Finally," Mingyu said with a dramatic groan. "You took forever."

"Busy life," you replied flatly, your fingers already moving across the keyboard.

"Yeah, yeah. Let's see if you're still sharp after that 'busy life,'" Hoshi teased, laughter in his voice.

The three of you dove into the first match, the synergy between your champions clicking effortlessly. You picked Ahri, your favorite mid-laner, while Mingyu locked in Jhin as ADC and Hoshi went full chaos with Nautilus support.

The game started off smooth. You roamed bot to help Mingyu secure a double kill early, and Hoshi's crowd control locked down enemies like a pro. "Easy," you muttered, watching Ahri's Orb of Deception slice through their mid-laner.

The chat loved it, spamming:

- "SHE'S ON FIRE TODAY 🔥🔥🔥" - "carry them!"

But then, things took a turn.

A new match started, and suddenly, a mysterious player joined the enemy team. Their username was obnoxiously simple—W1NN3R—but their gameplay was anything but basic.

From the first five minutes, it was clear: this player was insanely good. They picked Zed and dominated mid-lane, completely shutting down your Ahri.

"What the fuck?" you muttered, narrowing your eyes as Zed solo-killed you under your turret. The chat immediately lit up.

- "REPORT THAT GUY OMG" - "hes gotta be scripting. no way."

Mingyu laughed through the comms. "You good over there? Or do I need to come babysit?"

"Shut up and focus on your own lane," you snapped, though your tone wasn't harsh.

Hoshi chimed in. "Seriously though, this guy's movement is nuts. Think he's cheating?"

"Doesn't matter," you muttered. "We'll handle it."

But "handling it" proved impossible. Zed didn't just dominate mid; he roamed with brutal efficiency, turning bot lane into a slaughterhouse and even outplaying Hoshi's Nautilus hooks.

The chat was losing its mind.

- "WHO IS THIS GUY?!" - "he's playing like Faker, wtf." - "Shes gonna snap, I feel it"

By the time the enemy Nexus was destroyed, you were glaring at your screen, jaw clenched.

"Rematch," you said flatly.

Mingyu snickered. "You sure? You look like you're about to throw your keyboard."

"Shut up and queue," you shot back.

The next match started, and, of course, W1NN3R was there again, picking Lee Sin this time. It felt personal now.

The early game was brutal. Lee Sin invaded your jungle, stealing buffs and setting your team back. By mid-game, he was everywhere—dragon pit, Baron lane, even popping out of bushes just to taunt you with an emote before disappearing.

"Okay, now I'm pissed," you muttered, fingers flying across the keyboard.

"Join the club," Mingyu grumbled, watching his Jhin get obliterated in a 1v1.

But then something clicked. You and your team started coordinating like never before. You baited out Lee Sin's Flash with a well-timed Charm, Mingyu's ultimate picked off their ADC, and Hoshi's Nautilus hook finally nailed Lee Sin.

The chat erupted:

- "LET'S GOOOOOO!!!" - "comeback incoming??? 👀👀👀"

Your heart pounded as the match entered its final moments. With Lee Sin down, you and Mingyu pushed mid, taking out two inhibitors while Hoshi distracted the enemy team at Baron.

It was chaos, pure and simple, but in the end, you stood victorious as the enemy Nexus exploded.

"Fuck yeah!" you shouted, throwing your hands up in triumph. Mingyu and Hoshi whooped through the comms, and even Seungkwan—who had joined as a spectator—cheered.

The chat was in full celebration mode:

- "SHE DID IT OMGGGG" - "THAT WAS INSANE!!1" - "better than the LCK finals tbh"

But just as you were about to log off, a private message popped up on your screen from W1NN3R.

"Not bad, rookie."

Your jaw dropped. "The hell does that mean?"

"Looks like you've got a rival now," Mingyu teased, laughing.

"Oh, shut up," you muttered, though your lips quirked up in the faintest hint of a smile.

Jeonghan leaned back in his chair, the faint glow of his monitor illuminating his face. His lips curved into a knowing smirk as he scrolled through @kitsunya's stream highlights on a private browser tab. The username was one he'd first come across by accident—or so he told himself. In truth, it was impossible not to hear about you.

For months, your name had been everywhere. His friends—Mingyu, Seungkwan, and even the perpetually chill Vernon—couldn't stop raving about you. "You have to see this girl play," Seungkwan had said during a casual hangout. "She's insane, like, not just good—insanely good." Mingyu had chimed in, grinning ear to ear, "Plus, she's got this vibe, man. You know, that 'I don't give a shit' attitude? People eat that up."

At first, Jeonghan had been indifferent. Streamers came and went, and he wasn't particularly interested in gaming content anymore. But the buzz around @kitsunya became impossible to ignore. Curiosity eventually got the better of him, and one night, he pulled up one of your streams on a whim.

You were playing League of Legends, your Ahri effortlessly decimating the enemy team. But it wasn't just your skill that struck him. It was your demeanor—calm, focused, and entirely unbothered by the chaos in the chat. The way you'd glance at the comments, roll your eyes at the ridiculous ones, and occasionally smirk when someone said something clever made you... different. You weren't trying to please anyone, yet people couldn't help but adore you.

And Jeonghan? He found himself watching more streams than he cared to admit.

The moment you walked into his office for the job interview months later, he recognized you instantly. You were dressed professionally, hair neatly styled, no hint of the gamer persona he'd seen on screen. But the moment you sat down, with that same composed, no-nonsense attitude, Jeonghan's suspicions were confirmed.

"Kitsunya," he had thought, barely able to keep the smirk off his face.

It was surreal. The person the internet simped over, the one who had his friends screaming in Discord chats, was sitting across from him, asking for a position at his company. You had no idea he knew. He decided then and there that he wouldn't tell you.

You were professional, articulate, and undeniably qualified for the role. He almost didn't hire you—not because you weren't good, but because he wondered if it was too much of a coincidence. What were the odds? But curiosity won. He wanted to see you up close, to figure out if the composed, almost unapproachable aura you projected was real—or just another layer of your persona.

And maybe, deep down, he wanted to test you. Not out of cruelty or envy—no, Jeonghan wasn't that petty. It was because he found you... interesting. There was something fascinating about the way you carried yourself, like you'd built walls so high no one could touch you. He wanted to see what was behind them.

Now, as he queued up for another match on League, the familiar sound of the loading screen filled his penthouse. He glanced at the username on his anonymous account: W1NN3R. It was a name he used only on this account—a throwaway he'd created for casual games. No one knew it was his alter account, not even his friends.

The match started, and as expected, your Ahri was mid-lane. Jeonghan leaned forward, resting his chin on one hand as his Zed effortlessly weaved through your skill shots. He wasn't going easy on you—not that you'd want him to. That much, he was certain of.

He smirked as he landed a flawless combo, taking you down under turret.

"The fuck?" Your voice filtered through the stream. Jeonghan chuckled.

He could hear Mingyu and Hoshi on comms, their playful banter trying to lighten the mood. But you weren't laughing. Your frustration was palpable, and the chat was eating it up.

- "WHO IS THIS GUY?!" - "he's toying with her 😭" - "Someone better REPORT."

Jeonghan's smirk widened. He wasn't trying to piss you off—not really. But he couldn't deny how entertaining it was to see you so riled up. The composed, unbothered streamer he'd admired was slipping, just a little, and he found it... captivating.

By the time the match ended, Jeonghan had secured victory, but not without effort. You and your team had pushed him to his limits in the late game, and for a brief moment, he thought he might lose.

As he typed a message in the game's chat—"Not bad, rookie."—he imagined your reaction. Would you roll your eyes? Scoff? Curse under your breath?

He didn't stick around to see. Exiting the game, he leaned back in his chair and stretched, glancing at the time. It was late, but he wasn't tired. Not yet.

Scrolling through his email, he saw one from you—a quick report about the latest product launch. Always efficient, always thorough. He smirked again, shaking his head. The stark contrast between the professional you at work and the fiery, competitive gamer on stream was something else entirely.

Maybe one day, he'd tell you he knew. But for now? He liked having this secret to himself. Watching you navigate both worlds, unaware that he was observing from both sides, was just too... fun.

Jeonghan closed his laptop, his thoughts lingering on you longer than he'd care to admit.

"Interesting," he murmured to himself, a small smile playing on his lips.

And maybe—just maybe—he'd queue up as W1NN3R again tomorrow.

a/n: posting chapter 2 asap. wait for it, tomorrow 9pm sharp ;)) #iamnowuploadingdailytogetthislazyassofmineworking AND I AM CURRENTLY MAKING A JEONGHAN FANFIC REQUESTED BY SOMEONE (i'll be posting it next week)

i have a taglist so if you want to be updated, reblog / comment on this post / teaser / part-time lover masterlist and you'll automatically be tagged on every chapter ! im a (wo)man of my word LOL

___okay looking back now, i made a few changes cause wtf. the plot isnt plotting. i suck at writing, sorry.

taglist: @asyre @choppedballoondetective @kpoppiesofinternet @syluslittlecrow (thankyou for reblogging !)

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stayevildarling · 4 months ago

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can i request a fic? i would like one where reader is falling in love with billie and found out she’s in a poly relationship with mina and delia and they slowly falling for reader too

(i love your sarah’s fics, youre so talented)

Billie Dean Howard x Cordelia Goode x Wilhemina Venable x Reader- Say yes to heaven

A/N: thank you very much for requesting this, hope you enjoy🤍

tags/tw: poly relationship, female reader, mention of heartbreak, mention of unrequited love, mention of smoking, hurt/angst/comfort/fluff, very slight nsfw mention at the end

word count: 5.5k

taglist:

@lunaticwhittaker , @billiebeanhoward , @lanawinters-ily , @kenzbro , @minaslittleone , @httpfiftyshadesofgay @whitelotus00 , @ninaahs , @paulsonsratched , @vintagepaulson , @isle-of-earle , @grilledcheeseandguavajelly , @lucyintheskywithxanax , @fanfics4world , @mymiraclewitch , @hazard-to-myself , @awritersometimes , @wastdstime , @p1pecleanerwitheyes , @queen2234 , @ihartnat , @lifebyinez , @ahsatanizgay , @blu3dimples , @stepintomyworld

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And so you had moved to New Orleans, welcome for the fresh start and change of seasons, having done all the interviews and the application process online and with a bit of time passing and luck ending up getting the job. Now, you had only after the application process found out you would be working for Ms Billie Dean Howard, medium to the stars with her own tv show. You had heard of her but never having enough time to actually watch her show or learn anything about her really. And so after moving into a hotel close to your new workplace, the housing situation way more complicated than you could have estimated, you began binge watching her show. With every episode, the woman became more likeable, her antics, her sarcasm but yet her abilities and bravery.

One month in and you had performed well, doing your research beforehand, knowing to follow Ms Howard throughout the day, taking care of any incoming phone calls or emails when she is filming, providing her with morning coffee, her lunch smoothie and usual order, varying from two places she liked. Sometimes she needed you to run some personal chores like her dry cleaning or queueing for a new designer bag she wanted as filming stopped her from doing so herself. And you didn‘t mind, knowing this was ultimately what you had applied for and always wanting to work in the movie industry and this somewhat being close to what you initially wanted and dreamed of.

The blonde medium had been nothing but kind to you, always looking you in the eye when talking to you, always knowing her manners when requesting something from you, always adding a please and thank you and meaning it. She was much less than a karen than most of the people in the online forums had wrote and you grew to like her over the first month. She got stressed a lot when filming wasn‘t running like it was supposed to, sometimes going through multiple packets of cigarettes a day and she would make sure to tell her crew off when they messed up but somehow she remained nothing but kind to you, never letting her mood affect her behaviour towards you in any way.

From the first minute you had laid eyes upon the blonde in person you had felt an unfamiliar feeling in your chest, a strange sense of longing for something you had never truly felt before but you brushed it off, focusing on your work instead. But with each passing week, something within you changed, the desire to make her happy, to perform well. Billie was undeniably a flirt, always a pick up line or a joke handy, her wide smile or smirk afterwards complimenting her words perfectly and making something within your stomach twist. But you knew it wasn‘t for you, knew it was simply her antics. But something changed within you when she would often linger her hands on you during a meeting, when her hand would brush against yours as you would pass her a cigarette between filming or how some pet name of endearment would so easily flow from her lips.

You knew you were falling for the blonde, of course not being oblivious to love even if you had maybe been a stranger to it over the past few years. You had the occasional flirt, one night stand but never truly experienced true love, not the book or movie kind. But Billie made you feel, she made your stomach flutter with butterflies, made your hands warm, your voice shaking and your eyes only find hers in a room full of filming crew and even the presence of ghosts nearby. You never felt scared stepping into an abandoned building as Billie made you feel safe, her mere presence enough to ground you and forget about what it was you are truly doing here. And for a little while, you had the feeling that maybe Billie liked you too as her smile eventually grew wider seeing you, the conversations between you two became more personal as she suddenly wanted to know every detail about you, wanting to get to know you outside from the professional standards. She would look at you the way you would look at her and she would undeniably flirt with you, her eyes never leaving yours when sedutively lighting a cigarette or her head on your shoulder as you drove her home after a rough night of filming.

That‘s until you found out she was in a relationship a few days ago. Her office suddenly coated with flowers for a new pickup of her show and you knew this was nothing special with the amount of fans and connections she had but this seemed more personal and when you saw the note sticking out, reading the contents, you figured what you had assumed by now. Billie had never directly mentioned anyone, sometimes giving hints and when you drove her home it was never to her studio apartment given by the company of her show. You had done some research and found out about the academy Billie seems to live in or share a home with someone and stumbled upon the headmistress, connecting the dots as the same name appeared on the note of the flowers. And you sighed, internally shaking your head at how stupid you had been, how you could have possibly fallen in love with your boss, let alone a celebrity who clearly could never be interested in you, having a life of her own while you still lived in the same hotel room from before.

Something changed within you and every day you tried forgetting about this, to push the daydreams and fantasies away, knowing the woman was taken. But you couldn‘t stop thinking about her blonde curls, the signature lipstick, the skirts. Her beautiful smile and how it would light up a room, how her hands would always steady you, how she was so kind despite all the odds and comments online. She was your sun, the thing to keep you going on a long day and making you smile even after returning to the silence and emptiness of your hotel room but now you were alone, forcing yourself to forget these feelings and it felt more lonely than ever before.

And Billie, being Billie she could tell something must have upset you, your usual bubbly personality replaced with something much quieter and drawn back than usual. She could tell you are miles away, still performing your job perfectly but not the friend and reason for her smiling lately that you had been before. She tried to figure it out a few times throughout her busy schedule, never really able to get five minutes to confront you about it. The blonde decided to call you into her office one evening, watching you stand there so sad and almost heartbroken that she couldn‘t quite cope with it. She had asked you over and over, almost begging you to tell her what had upset you so much but you wouldn‘t share, simply stare right past her and into the distance and she left it at that, there not being a whole lot she can do and letting you go for the night.

Now, only moments later when Billie decided to grab her purse and head back for the night, she glanced at the flowers and note which you had been staring at all along, at first assuming it was the windows. And thats when Billie finally connected the dots, your interest before, your obvious acknowledgment of her flirting and your shyness around her when it suddenly stopped around the time the flowers from Cordelia and Wilhemina arrived at her office. She sighs, as she makes her way home, thinking about a way she could fix this, undeniably caring about you and wanting nothing other than to see you happy, never wanting to see you so distant and sad like you had been the last few days.

When she returns home, both of her girlfriends, immediately notice over dinner that Billie was miles away, Cordelia gently taking her hand and encouraging her to open what had been bothering her for days now. And Billie was much more open compared to you, sharing her worries and what had happend, her two girlfriends listening intently. The medium hadn‘t stopped talking about you since you began working for her, telling them all about you, how she was fascinated by you and the two of them could tell she had grown a liking towards you as Billie never usually gushed about anyone like that, having been nothing but loyal in this relationship so far and changing her earlier antics in life especially when it comes to love and relationships.

The three of them had met through Billie‘s work, her and the headmistress of Miss Robichaux‘s Academy having made a few brief encounters before as well as Cordelia and Wilhemina from their past. A mutual dinner reunited them and introduced Billie to Wilhemina and after some months, one thing led to another and ever since then they had been official, sharing a home and their lives together, despite their respective and demanding careers. „Why don‘t we invite her over for dinner? I would love to get to know her“ Cordelia encourages, having made enough eye contact with Wilhemina to have the redheads consent as she equally had grown curious about the girl that Billie kept talking about.

„You‘re sure?“ Billie asks, both excitedly but also a little nervous which rarely happened with the medium. „What if she finds this weird?“ the blonde asks, abandoning their gazes. „Why darling? because she has a big crush on you and the feeling is mutual“ Wilhemina smirks, having been with the two of them long enough to see life a little more easier and casual than years before when she first met them and still carried the burdens that her life had put on her. „You know I would never-„ Billie begins but Cordelia shakes her head, squeezing her hand a little tighter. „We know love, but you both seem to care about each other and I really want to meet her if she feels comfortable“ the supreme encourages and Billie simply nods, smiling to herself a little before moving on with her evening.

The next day carries on it it‘s usual rhythm, picking up your bosses coffee order, before working on some emails and phone calls, arranging some meetings for Billie‘s promo tour before picking up her lunch order and following her around for the rest of the day while she is filming. Only in the evening, the two of you manage to actually talk as everyone had left for the night as Billie goes over her emails one more time while smoking a cigarette. „Is there anything else I can assist you with?“ you ask with your notebook neatly wrapped in your hand as you slip inside her office. „Yes darling, what are you doing on friday night?“ she asks curiously, as she stops the typing on her computer. The nickname sends you right into a spiral but you choose to ignore it, before furrowing your eyebrows. „Nothing, did I miss anything on the filming schedule?“ you ask wondering why she may need you to work late.

„Would you be free for dinner?“ she asks curiously, causing your cheeks to glow red as you sigh. „Billie-„ you begin but she cuts you off as she stands from her chair, abandoning her cigarette in a nearby ashtray. „Look I know that you saw these“ she points towards the flowers, getting straight to the point. „But it‘s a little more complicated than that.“ she explains but you shake your head, not in the mood for what she is about to suggest. „Look Ms. Howard, I‘m sorry but I can‘t do what you are asking me to. I can‘t go on a date with you while you are in a relationship“ you blurt out, missing the little smirk creeping up on her features. „Darling, I‘m not asking you on a date“ she clarifies, causing your cheeks to burn hot in embarrassment. Your mouth forms into an „o“ shape before she puts you out of your misery.

„It is true, I‘m in a relationship with two women but I like you and I have told them about you and they would like to get to know you, no date, just get to know my best assistant so far“ she clarifies and you try and look away, trying to cover both your embarrassment and the arousal at her mentioning two women instead of one, having been unsure of her exact sexuality so far and only assuming from your research. „Is that something you would like?“ she asks and despite your inner self screaming at you to decline, you find yourself nodding your head, causing her wide smile to spread across her features before her heels tap excitedly on the floor. „Great, 8pm and you know the adress of the academy?“ she questions and you nod before you both head home for the night.

Friday came much quicker as you had never really calculated how it was already wednesday when she asked and suddenly you find yourself in front of the large black iron gates, shortly after the front door, your palms sweaty, heart racing through your chest and your fist hovering above the door, too shy to knock, considering whether to simply run away and start a new life somewhere. But before you could even think about it further, the front door opens and the woman you had seen when doing your research stands before you, blonde hair just like Billie but longer, fuller and richer. Her aura is breathtaking, she is wearing some long flowy black pants, some boots and a blouse with some flowers. The scent of both cooking and vanilla and honey instantly greet you and you stand there shocked for a moment as if an angel had just greeted you to heaven.

„Hi there“ she greets you with a bright smile that could turn even your darkest of days brighter. „You must be Y/N, please come in“ she offers and you snap out of it, smiling politely before thanking her. „I‘m Cordelia and this is Miss Robichaux‘s Academy“ she explains as she leads you past the living room and into the kitchen with a large dining space. Inside the kitchen you are greeted with a largely decorated table, some flowers and enough wine on the table to last for several days. The scent of whoever‘s cooking this is makes your mouth water and you only then notice another presence in the room, still not Billie but you catch a glimpse of her smoking outside which was typical for your boss. „This is Wilhemina Venable“ Cordelia introduces you before she walks away to take care of the cooking for a moment longer.

„Hi, it‘s so nice to meet you, I‘m Y/N“ you introduce yourself, again forcing yourself to snap out of this and remain polite. The woman with red hair stands, holding onto a cane as she takes your hand, her eyes searching yours for a moment. Again you are taken back by her hair, the lilac coating her features and how she seemed different than the two, more mysterious, more private but yet inviting and strangely safe. You hold onto her hand way too long before you snap out of it, Billie‘s presence finally causing you to let go of the woman‘s hand. „Hi“ she beams, ushering you to sit before she pours everyone some wine and hands you a glass. „You aren‘t allergic to anything are you, darling?“ Cordelia asks and you shake your head before she begins serving you and you nervously take a rather large sip of wine, trying to calm your nerves a little bit.

Dinner begins casual and you are so glad about that, being able to get used to their intimidating presences despite their friendliness. But being around three gorgeous woman, one you undeniably had a crush on made you more nervous than you could ever admit. They begin to talk casually about their day, including you before they begin asking you some questions, enough to learn more about you but not enough to make you uncomfortable or make this seem like an interview. Cordelia asks about your upbringing, Billie wanting to know more about your profession and career before working for her and Wilhemina more curious about the things you enjoy, occasionally teasing how you managed to stay Billie‘s assistant for the last few months as she undeniably was demanding, which made Billie scoff but the rest of you three chuckle.

„So tell me, where do you live if you are new to New Orleans?“ Cordelia asks curiously and Billie nods then, only now having realized she had no idea where you lived or how far you had to commute to work every day. You suddenly pause, your bubbly and open conversation from before now a little more shy which doesn‘t go unnoticed by them. „I live nearby the office“ you explain, taking another sip of wine, not really wanting to get into that. „Which area?“ Wilhemina asks curiously, having noticed your uncomfortable posture but wanting to draw the answer from you nevertheless. „I live in a hotel“ you admit, knowing there was no point in denying this, especially after learning one of these woman is a witch and could probably for all you know read your thoughts and worse.

„What?“ Billie blurts out in shock, almost choking on her wine. „Why is that sweetie?“ Cordelia asks curiously, already so used to your presence that she never even realized the pet name. „When I moved here and even before I spent every hour of every day trying to find something but someone always beat me to it and so I had to choose between this mouldy basement or a hotel nearby and so I opted for that“ you admit, feeling a little embarrassed considering how the three of them had their lives together so well and yet here you are living in a hotel. „Why didn‘t you say anything?“ Billie asks almost a little furiously, before shaking her head disapprovingly. Cordelia glances at Wilhemina, the two of them always seeming to share the same thoughts. „We have plenty of rooms if you need“ she offers but you shake your head. „Oh I couldn‘t but thank you“ you explain.

„Well I have plenty of contacts so remind me on monday and we will find something“ Billie encourages before the redhead changes the subject which you are glad about, this having taken you off guard a little and undeniably making you feel a little shy and embarrassed. After some more desert and wine and hours of talking in the comfort of each other- which you never thought possible when walking into this place hours before- you are finally ready to head home. Billie parts ways with a hug, telling you how glad she is you could make it. Wilhemina gives you a friendly hand shake and Cordelia just opts to hug you before reassuring a million times that you could still drive and didn‘t need a taxi or help getting home. They made you promsie to text Billie when you are home safe and you agreed.

By the time you collapse into bed, sending your boss a quick text that you had made it home safely, your whole world feels upside down. Not only have you just had dinner with your boss who you had been falling for but also her not one but TWO girlfriends who are more gorgeous than the other. You couldn‘t shake the still lingering attraction towards Billie, how interesting Wilhemina was and how Cordelia was undeniably the sun. All evening, you had forced yourself to push the lingering thoughts away but as you lay in your bed staring at the ceiling, you can‘t help but think a little further about those three, wondering about their dynamics and thinking about how lucky they are to have found each other, knowing you would have to push your feelings for Billie away now, seeing her in a healthy and happy relationship with those two amazing women.

And so in the next few weeks you decide to move on with your life, focusing more on yourself outside of work, rather than cry at silly romantic movies after working and thinking of her. Of course you still felt for her but you wanted her to be happy but somehow you had made that bet without them. They invited you over for dinner more, feeling bad you had to eat on your own in that hotel, Cordelia showing you more around the academy and slowly revealing her witchcraft to you, which had you stunned. Wilhemina enjoyed the more quieter side of it all and after she had discovered your love for books, she often invited you to her private library within the coven, showing you original pieces that you had wanted to read for ages, allowing you to borrow whatever you may need, knowing you will always bring them back to her. And Billie would take you out outside of work more, brunches, breakfast, walks with her two girlfriends on the weekend.

After a few months of this, you finally felt like belonging somewhere, they had taken you in, always offering to let you sleep over at the coven and you accepted sometimes, especially after long movie nights with them or when having dinner and drinking way too much after and giggling until the late hours of the night with them. Eventually they knew everything about you, your passions, the things that made you smile, make you frown and make you cry. And you knew everything about them, Billie's courage and her obsession with shopping, which you had known before but after seeing her walk in wardrobe you realised the extent. You knew every detail about Cordelia, her upbringing, her witchcraft and how powerful she truly was, having shown you her magic more than once now, the two of you liking spending time in the greenhouse together. And Wilhemina had been bruised and beaten by life, her condition often causing her so much pain and you admired her courage, never having seen her sad before, never complaining and remaining strong despite life's challenges.

And until lately, you had been so caught up in the daze of it all, working for Billie and spending most of your free time with them that you never really realised how they would look at you. How Wilhemina would glance at you when you watched a movie together and how every single word coming out of your mouth was true perfection. How Cordelia's hands would so often linger on you, the feeling so safe and comforting that you never questioned it to begin with. And at last there was Billie who was ready to give you the entire world, her eyes sparkling in that same way when she had met Cordelia and Wilhemina. Maybe it was due to the type of their relationship, never thinking about them adding another person, let alone knowing whether that could work, but you had been so oblivious to it all and never noticed how just like you, they had been slowly falling for you.

It was late one night when you all had drank too much wine, Billie standing outside, the moonlight illuminating her features as she giggled and struggled to light her cigarette and you gladly assisted her, giggling alongside her. She suddenly got serious, looking at you with an expression that you didn't notice due to your state. ,,How come you don't have a special someone in your life?'' she asked out of the blue and you simply shrugged, unsure how to answer her question. ,,Have you ever considered looking beyond societies relationship standards?'' she asked but the two of you had been interrupted by Cordelia before you could answer and it never struck you all that much until a few weeks later.

The three of them noticed their mutual liking to you, instantly realising how well you fit with them, how your presence only completed them each in their own way and they couldn't hide the attraction towards you any longer. And so they had a long conversation about this, never having thought about adding another person and worrying what that may do to the nature of their relationship but they had talked it out, each of them just as willing and truly just as in love with you. And so they had asked you for dinner again, this time not at the academy but a place that they chose. And when you looked up the place and seeing how fancy it was, you know you needed to look presentable and so you had spent all day, dressing up for them, doing an extensive everything shower and adjusting yourself in order to remotely match their class and beauty.

,,Hop in babydoll'' Billie smiled as she pulled up in her car, Wilhemina and Cordelia meeting you there. ,,Wow'' she smiled as you sat beside her and she could get a proper look at you. ,,You look beautiful'' she praised, causing your cheeks to blush. And tonight was the first night where you couldn't be oblivious any longer to your own feelings. Seeing the three of them sitting beside and opposite you at dinner, the classy atmosphere only adding to their beauty. You couldn't deny how beautiful Wilhemina looked in her lilac dress, how Cordelia's smile lit up the whole restaurant and how undeniably attractive Billie looked tonight and how all sorts of thoughts linger on your mind. You had been clouded by finally feeling life and it's beauty in the last few months that only tonight you seem to realise your feelings for each one of them and the realisation startles you mid dinner, causing their voices to suddenly be muffled, your heart beating out of your chest and fighting the urge to cry, realising you could never have what they have.

Cordelia is the first one to notice, seeing your features drop, from the comfortable chatter and your smile, suddenly seeming so lost in your thoughts and her eyebrows furrow in that all too familiar way. ,,Darling, are you alright?'' she asks and despite them having used all sorts of pet names on you, tonight again you only seem to realise properly as it stings when you hear it leave her mouth. ,,I'm fine'' you muster up your best smile, focusing on your meal and engaging in their conversations in order to get through the night. And despite Cordelia's rule to never invade anyone's thoughts, your thoughts seem to linger on her mind as she hears your doubts, feels the sadness radiating off her and she glances at Wilhemina and Billie before giving them a signal. They had planned to bring this up with you tonight, planning to do it much later which causes the redhead and blonde some confusion but the supreme insists.

,,Y/N.. we meant to talk to you about something'' Cordelia begins before your attention focuses towards her, placing your knife and fork down as you had just finished your meal. ,,Of course'' you give her your attention, suddenly feeling the nerves at the seriousness of her tone. ,,We are so glad that Billie decided to introduce you to us darling, we really enjoy your company and we hope you feel the same'' she smiles and you return the smile before agreeing ,,Of course I do''. There is some silence before their eyes meet each other, unsure who was going to do the next part but Wilhemina takes over. ,,Now, we all know how you feel about Ms. Howard over here'' she smirks, causing your cheeks to burn red a little as it had become a bit of a joke between the four of you. ,,But if we aren't wrong, we think you may feel the same about us, little one?'' she asks, so gentle, so carefully as if you are the most fragile thing on the planet.

For a second your words get caught in your throat, feeling yours nerves but Billie's hands, who sits beside you, find yours underneath the table, holding it in place and making you feel safe. ,,Would it be bad if I do?'' you ask carefully, almost whispering, hoping you aren't reading this wrong and knowing you owe them honesty. ,,Quite the opposite babydoll'' Billie reassures, almost beaming at you a little before she carries on. ,,We like your company and to be honest, the three of us are a little crazy about you'' she admits and Cordelia and Wilhemina simply chuckle at Billie's word choice, despite the truth in it. ,,And we have talked this through for a while now, if you feel the same, we..'' she carries on but suddenly stops, unsure how to actually finish this sentence in order not to overwhelm you.

,,All Billie darling is trying to say is we like you a lot sweetie and if you feel the same way, we'd be so happy to explore this with you, see where it goes and welcome you into our home and hearts'' Cordelia finishes, her eyes slightly shining with tears, already knowing how you feel inside and hoping sincerly they aren't overwhelming you with this. And suddenly you sit there, your beautiful boss medium to the stars holding your hand with her two gorgeous partners as they offer you the world. Everything you had secretly wanted, every feeling you had been pushing down and pretended just simply didn't exist. They had been welcoming you into their lives months ago without question. spending their time and effort on you, and right now they are offering you the world and it causes you to freeze for a moment, unable to believe this isn't one of your dreams at night or even daydreams.

Your eyes meet both Cordelia and Wilhemina's, making sure they aren't kidding or messing with you but the honesty in their eyes and the glimmer of hope only confirms their statements from before. ,,All you have to say is yes to trying little one'' Wilhemina encourages, knowing this must be scary. ,,We will take it at your pace'' Cordelia encourages. And suddenly you smirk, unable to hide how you are truly feeling for a moment longer. ,,Yes'' you confirm and they all sigh in relief a little, Billie squeezing your hand a little tighter. ,,How about some champagne or dessert to celebrate?'' the medium offers and you suddenly find yourself glancing at her with an expression neither of them can quite make out. You lean in, your shy side suddenly gone, not able to hold this back any longer and wanting to feel what you had wanted for months now. Neither Cordelia or Wilhemina can quite make out what you are whispering in the mediums ear but from her both shocked and surprised reaction, they can only guess.

,,Right, seems like we are getting the bill and celebrating at home'' she reassures, coughing a little from your boldness and Wilhemina can't help but smirk, having assumed there was this side to you, having seen your lingering gaze on Billie's ass whenever she swayed her hips, seeing the way you look at Cordelia and herself and knowing exactly what you wanted, hence your choice of dress tonight. ,,Alright, let's take you home then little one'' the redhead confirms. And so within months your world had turned upside down, the job advert saving your life quite literally and giving you anything you could have ever wanted and dreamed of and so much more. And tonight you didn‘t hold back anymore, didn‘t hide your true feelings and let go, saying yes to them, saying yes to what you knew was going to be heaven.

#sarah paulson #cordelia goode #wilhemina venable #asks #ahs #american horror story #billie dean howard #sarah paulson x reader #anon #cordelia goode x reader #wilhemina venable x reader #billie dean howard x reader #ahs coven #ahs apocalypse #ahs murder house

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gotham-daydreams · 1 year ago

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Is it possible that one of the villains of Gotham to develop an obsession with the reader like batfam? Like for example one of them once attended or attempted to attack at one of their performance but got mesmerized by them and decided to stalk them instead

I am now very much thinking about and considering this anon. Thanks for the new idea, I'll be thinking about all day 🙄 (okay, first, /pos, but really- this can easily change up a few more things and add some more conflict. I love it!!! Though maybe I'll make it a sub-series if I actually write it, since the "Not [ ]" is mostly focused on the Batfam, so kind of like an alternate universe type deal? I'm willing to know anyone's thoughts and suggestions on this.)

That can definitely happen, and it makes a lot of sense too when you really think about it (at least the part leading up to where the villian runs into the reader and encounters their music), especially when the reader is not only a well known musician- but known to be the kid of Bruce Wayne.

Even if no one really knows the identity of Batman, everyone and their dog knows Bruce Wayne. You'd have to do more than just live under a rock to not know that guy — especially in Gotham.

Just that fact alone — the reader being another kid adopted by Bruce Wayne — is definitely going to paint a target on their back, especially when they're in a big industry like music. The "well-known" part is just the sprinkles on top of the "you're fucked" cake. Even if I have said before that the reader isn't well-known to the point where they'd be considered super famous or popular, but enough to where people can still recognize them on the street and just kind of say "hey, isn't that the musician who played ( ) the other night? i heard they're pretty good, y'know."

Basically, someone trying to attack them for whatever reason, or even trying to kidnap them, is very possible and highly likely.

I can't say who in particular I think the villian would be? Only because I'm not sure myself, with how flexible the situation is.

The villian could be going to one of the reader's performances simply because there are a lot of other people attending, and if they want to make a grand performance of their own, or have a grand opening to a game, one of the reader's performances seem like the easiest way to do just that. So they settle in a little, waiting for everything to be just right... then they see the reader and whatever instrument they'll be playing, as they and the other performers wait for everyone to get in and settle down.

Maybe the villian hardly notices it at first, or it immediately catches their attention. Maybe they just roll their eyes and scoff or just become curious in some way. Maybe what makes them hate it/curious about it at first is the reader themself. The villian thinks the reader is just another rich kid trying to show off their 'talent'... or notices that the reader is from the Wayne family and that catches their attention, maybe.

Or, alternatively they try to assassinate or kidnap the reader. Maybe just rob them too while they're at it.

It doesn't matter how they get in- what does matter is that they don't know much about the reader besides that they're a musician of some kind and the kid of Bruce Wayne, and maybe for whatever mission they're doing- that's all they need to know. Or all they feel they need to know, as maybe they catch the reader in the middle of a performance no matter how they try to go about their mission — either planning to take the reader out from the backstage, drop them from beneath the floor boards, or snipe them from up top — and the villian hesitates as they really listen to the reader play once their focused is centered on them.

Regardless of how it starts, once it does- they're captived, near mesmerized by what they hear.

Before the villian even knows it, they're watching the entire performance. Any compliments they have towards the reader's music turn to the reader themself, and by the end of the night... the villian is caught in a trap of their own making.

If they were looking into the reader before, that research only delves deeper as they try to figure out each and every little thing about the reader. If they weren't really looking at information about the reader before, they definitely are now.

A simple 'interest' turns into a whole obsession, and now, as you've mentioned, are stalking the reader.

Maybe the villian even dedicates certain atrocities they do in the reader's name, maybe they attend and try to ruin the reader's performances because they believe they should be the only one to hear the reader's music, or just want to be all that much closer to them.

Maybe the villian tries to kidnap the reader, but just so that they can hold them close, or have them play all the tunes they wish to hear from the reader for the rest of eternity... however long that lasts. Who knows?

Tldr: It is very possible, and if anything, more likely than you think!

I hope this answered your question! If you or anyone else has another question, feel free to send in an ask! I'll try to answer them when I can!

#talking daydreams #yandere dc #yandere dc villian #yandere villian x reader #yandere dc x reader #yandere gotham villian #yandere x reader #yandere x gn reader #gn reader #to think i'd be talking about potential alternate universe shit this early in #which isn't a bad thing by any means #i'm just a little surprised

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kaffiko · 1 year ago

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a risky game

pairing - tom cruise x fem!reader summary - after your friend on set tells you she likes tom, you realise that they can't happen, because you like tom, and you know you need to confess your feelings before it's too late. warnings - a dash of angst, but mostly just fluff word count - 2.1k

you recalled the first time you'd met tom cruise. he was so incredibly handsome. his large, deep, green eyes and his shiny brunette hair... he was majestic. not only was he dazzling, but tom was driven and talented. when he introduced himself, shaking your hand, his voice was deep and charismatic.

although you had worked with many huge movie stars throughout your career, none of them came close to the way tom made you feel. he wanted you to be comfortable, like you were made to be a part of the cast. it was one of his ideas to make the movie a more authentic experience. you supposed that was why you never acted on your feelings. he was determined, and focused on his career. it seemed as if tom could never be interested in a relationship with someone on set.

as the filming continued, you kept your feelings towards tom bottled up inside you. you talked to him completely out of professionalism. of course, you didn't want to be awkward around him, so you told him stories of your family, your career, and he did the same. you learned so many amazing things about him, his family, how he raised up into the industry. the only thing that did was make you want him more. but you knew, attraction was a risky game.

tom was kind to everyone, though he had a special spot for you. he'd had many lead roles with various actresses, who were all beautiful and charming, but they weren't even close to being in the same vicinity as you. he knew you were oblivious to it, but you were on his mind twenty-four-seven, no one else. the first day tom laid eyes on you, shook your hand, saw your beautiful smile, he knew he had fallen for you. he was entranced by your gorgeous y/e/c eyes, y/h/c hair, your slight pink cheeks, everything. to him, everything about you was flawless.

as much as tom wanted you, he knew he could never have you. he was a couple years older than you, and so immensely famous that everyone he'd ever been with was scared of the news circulating them. tom didn't ever want that to happen to you.

consequently, the two of you kept your feelings for each other to yourselves. exchanging glances, smiles, and small talk was all you could ever do.

now, you find yourself in tom's arms. his shirt is off, with you still fully clothed, though both your lips were puffy and pink from the previous kiss, make-out, whatever you want to call it, scene. it was heavenly. kissing tom was exactly how you envisioned it, like having a taste of something delicious, but you had to share it with your sibling. his lips were soft on yours, but the kiss was rough. your hands ran through his fluffy hair, melting completely into him. meanwhile, tom's left hand was placed firmly on your waist, while his right was moving up and down your body. you swore you heard him groan into your mouth at one point.

tom, himself, the director, and the producers loved the scene, but tom loved it on a whole other level, and in a completely different way. having your lips on his felt like a dream that he wanted to last forever. after that scene, tom loved you even more, if that was even possible.

your makeup artist, hanna, would often give you a lecture on how you should confess to tom. she knew everything about everyone, including how the two of you were apparently 'head over heels' for one another. hanna was the same makeup artist for almost everyone, since they wanted to spend more money on sets instead of makeup, so she was on top of all the gossip. half the time, you were still part asleep, so you paid no attention. that is, until she mentioned someone else was soon going to shoot her shot.

"i'm sorry, what?!" you semi-yelled, fully aware there were other actors still getting ready. your makeup artist nodded at you.

"yep. little miss lindsay turner is going to go for your man! you can't let that happen, can you?" hanna grinned. god, she was trying to get to you, and it was working.

you and lindsay certainly weren't close friends, but she was the only person you talked to at lunch besides tom. despite all the chatter that was going around, you never would have imagined lindsay actually liking tom. sometimes, she would get a little touchy, holding onto his arm as she giggled, and although you thought it was a little weird at first, you knew it was all platonic. at least, that's what you thought you knew.

it made you nervous. for the first time in your life, after a long time, you felt fear, and all the happy thoughts from the past few days had disintegrated into thin air. lindsay was undeniably beautiful. everyone admired her luscious red hair - they thought she was prettiest red head they'd seen in their entire lives. it hurt to say that you did, sort of, agree. tom could look even better with a girl like lindsay, why would he ever choose you?

lindsay and tom also had a lot in common, she was delighted to work with someone who was just as motivated as she was. she spoke with such confidence in her voice that it washed away all that was in yours. you felt invisible whenever lindsay was in the same room as you.

you sighed, looking at hanna hopelessly, "what do i do, hanna?"

she smiled, "well, i'm gonna make you look extra good today, even though you already look perfect on a daily basis. luckily for you, you have one of those date scenes with tom, so you need to look glammed up anyway. getting him to fall for you, not like he hasn't already," she winked, "is all about your mentality. you need to hint that you are thinking about tom in the scene, and not his character."

hanna was right. today, had, yet another, scene where you needed to kiss tom. she continued, "you need to make him love you, no one gives a damn about professionalism and his character, and what not." she finished your makeup, which was stunning, and handed you your costume. by the time she was done with the finishing touches, even you admitted you looked good.

"can we get y/n on in two minutes?" a voice from outside called.

"alright, y/n, go get him girl." hanna breathed out, patting your shoulders. you smiled at her quickly before leaving the room.

when tom saw you, his jaw quite literally dropped. he always found you stunning, but today, you were a different kind of stunning. you approached him, smiling warmly. "hey," you said.

his eyes scanned you quickly. you felt your cheeks heat up. was tom cruise really checking you out? "wow," tom chuckled, breathlessly, "you look... great."

you laughed lightly, stunned by his shocked expression, "thank you. you do too."

tom was dressed in a crisp, white dress shirt, paired with black slacks. his outfit matched with your sparkling, white dress and black heels. the scene was meant to be at a fancy restaurant, where tom's character took yours out on a date, and near the end, the two of you would share a passionate kiss. you couldn't help but smirk as lindsay discreetly gritted her teeth.

there were only a few minutes left before the shooting of the scene started, though that didn't stop lindsay from pulling you aside just as you were about to walk into the room. "hey, y/n," lindsay whispered, "i need to tell you something."

you looked at her, about ninety percent sure of what she was going to say next. "you have to promise you won't tell anyone though," she added.

you placed a hand on her shoulder. that was one of the many things lindsay hated about you. you were so, so kind, it made her feel guilty of how much she despised you. occasionally, she would think to herself, 'it's just a man', but it really wasn't just a man. it was tom cruise. lindsay was extremely envious of you. while you didn't know it, every single member of the cast was wrapped around your finger, especially tom. lindsay knew there was no way of competing against you. so, in order to score tom, she thought she had to do what she had originally been dreading.

"i promise. your secret's safe with me." you whispered back.

lindsay took a deep breath, then sighed it out, "i like tom." the words were like bullets, piercing your flesh, and racing straight through. you saw it coming, yet here you are, speechless. just when everything was going well for you, a pretty girl like lindsay had to ruin it.

"i-" you stuttered, struggling to even find words, "tom's great. he's an amazing and talented guy, you should totally shoot your shot."

lindsay beamed at your words, thrilled you didn't yell at her. "that's exactly what i was thinking!" she squealed, "i was going to tell him today, but i wanted your approval first. you know, girl best friends never let another girl steal them."

such a backhanded statement. you could feel the glare she gave you from a mile away. 'approval', 'girl best friend', 'steal'. you decided that if she said another word, you would hire a hitman to crawl into her trailer and stab her.

to save yourself trouble, you cut the conversation short, "you're absolutely right. you need to tell him, he actually really likes you. he thinks you're beautiful." you purposely used the same tone of voice as her and dragged out the 'beautiful'. "i need to go now. good luck, lindsay!"

lindsay watched as you walked down the hall, your glossy hair swishing each step you took. she was relieved she didn't need to say anything more.

she felt her hope fade each time she conversed with you, and this time, it might have just all gone away.

your mouth curved into a small smile just as tom placed his hand on top of yours. the cameras were solely on the two of you. tom's eyes were staring directly into your own, his gaze safe and lustful. "you're beautiful." he said, still looking attentively at you. you stayed silent, as mentioned in the script, but you continued smiling.

tom leaned in, just slightly. you did the same a couple seconds later, and soon, the two of you were almost touching. you felt his warm breath graze against your lips. tom leaned in a little more, placing one small kiss, then pulling away. you loved it. so much, that you wanted more. you leaned in again. this time, the kiss was different. it was as if you found the delicious delicacy again, and needed to selfishly devour the whole thing.

the director yelled cut, and the two of you pulled apart. after that kiss, you couldn't hold it in anymore.

you couldn't keep looking at tom every day and pretend you didn't feel more than friendship. you couldn't talk to tom, and hide away everything you wanted to tell him. attraction was a risky game, but it was one you were willing to play.

"tom." he was still sitting across from you. his head was bowed down to fix his shirt, but he looked up at the sound of your voice.

"i love you." you managed to say through shaky breaths.

tom smiled, shaking his head, "y/n, the camera isn't rolling anymore."

"no," you stopped tom, "i'm serious. let me say it again. i love you."

he was frozen. the most still you'd ever seen anyone be. tom couldn't believe the words that had just come out of your mouth. all these moments, where he could've said something, and didn't, were suddenly all a waste of time. if only he had known earlier, he could've stopped himself from this misery of hiding his, clearly obvious, feelings.

"i totally understand if you don't feel the same, i mean, you're a huge movie-" you were immediately cut off by tom's lips crashing onto yours. you instantly kissed back. you were finally kissing tom cruise, off camera. it was complete bliss.

"i love you too." tom said, bringing your hand up and placing small kisses on your knuckles.

on the side, lindsay was only slightly angry. she was definitely jealous, but she had realised just how amazing you were for tom. he looked at you with such love in his eyes, she came to the conclusion that he would never look at anyone else the same.

you were too happy to notice lindsay, though you would've been glad to know she wasn't fuming.

you were focused entirely on tom, and he was focused entirely on you. attraction was a risky game, and it was one you had won.

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Noodle House

Cho Miyeon loved attention, especially when it came from girls she thought were pretty. Compliments were her lifeblood—declarations of her beauty, her charm, her magnetism. She drank it all in with the practiced grace of someone who had been adored her entire life. It wasn’t arrogance; it was simply her reality. But when Miyeon met you, her world tilted, just slightly.

It was during a drinking show where she and the rest of (G)I-DLE were promoting their latest comeback. You had tagged along with your roommate, Rex, who was giddy at the chance to meet the idols. Miyeon had expected you to be like everyone else—a quick glance her way, a shy smile, and then the inevitable: You’re so pretty, Miyeon. Instead, you barely looked at her.

When the conversation began, you focused on the others—laughing at Yuqi’s jokes, complimenting Soyeon’s undeniable talent, and admiring Minnie’s effortless charm. Miyeon sat there, poised and perfect, waiting for her turn. But it didn’t come. You glanced her way, sure, but it was fleeting, almost as if you were resisting something.

At first, it annoyed her. No, it infuriated her. Miyeon was used to being noticed, sought after. She wasn’t accustomed to working for attention, especially not from someone as intriguing as you. You weren’t disinterested—that much was clear from the way your gaze occasionally flickered to her, lingering for just a moment too long. But you kept your distance, and that stoked something new inside her: curiosity.

Eventually, Miyeon couldn’t take it anymore. While Rex kept the others distracted, Miyeon slipped over to you. She had perfected the art of appearing casual while being anything but.

“What’s your name?” she asked, her tone smooth, though her eyes betrayed her intensity.

“Oh. Yuna Y/LN,” you said. Your voice was calm, but your lack of hesitation caught her off guard. Unlike most people she spoke to, there was no nervous laughter, no attempt to impress. Just your name, plain and simple, as if you weren’t speaking to one of the most beautiful and talented idols in the industry.

Miyeon’s lips curled into a small smile, but her eyes narrowed slightly, studying you. There was something maddening about your demeanor—the way you didn’t rush to fill the silence, the way you didn’t fall over yourself to flatter her. It left her off-balance, a feeling she wasn’t familiar with and wasn’t entirely sure she liked.

“You didn’t talk to me earlier,” she said, tilting her head. Her tone was teasing, but there was a subtle edge to it, a vulnerability that surprised even her.

You shrugged. “I figured you hear the same things all the time. Didn’t want to be just another voice in the crowd.”

Her smile faltered for just a moment before it returned, softer this time. She didn’t know what to say. Miyeon had always been the pursued, the one people worked to impress. Now, she found herself on the other side, intrigued by the one person who wasn’t trying to win her over.

From that moment, the dynamic shifted. Miyeon, who had always been content to bask in adoration, found herself craving your attention. She started seeking you out during the rest of the show, throwing sly comments your way, brushing her hand against yours when she had the chance. The more she got to know you, the more her usual charm gave way to something more genuine.

By the end of the night, Miyeon wasn’t thinking about how pretty she looked or how many compliments she’d gotten. Instead, she was thinking about you—wondering if she’d done enough to make you look her way just a little longer.

You couldn’t stop replaying the way Miyeon had looked at you, her smile softening in a way that felt… personal. It was strange. She was Cho Miyeon—a household name, an idol, the kind of person whose beauty seemed almost untouchable, like a perfectly polished gem under glass. And yet, for a fleeting moment, it felt like that glass had cracked.

When she first approached, you hadn’t been sure what to expect. You were already bracing yourself for the inevitable wave of intimidation that came with speaking to someone like her. But when she asked your name, her voice carrying that velvety charm, you’d been surprised at how easy it was to respond.

You didn’t think you’d said anything particularly clever. If anything, you’d worried that your honesty about not wanting to be just another admirer had come off as flippant. But something about the way her expression changed—her playful demeanor slipping into something softer—had stuck with you.

Her eyes, you realized. There had been something in her eyes when she looked at you, something layered, searching. You weren’t sure what she’d been looking for, but for once, it hadn’t felt like you were just another face in a crowd.

That realization should’ve filled you with confidence, but instead, it left you more unsteady than ever.

Because Miyeon—Cho Miyeon—was giving you attention. Real attention. The kind you’d only ever dreamed about in passing thoughts you tried to push away. And yet, it wasn’t overwhelming. It wasn’t some grand, dramatic moment where you suddenly felt swept off your feet. It was subtler, quieter—like the feeling of being pulled into the orbit of something much larger than yourself.

You weren’t sure how to feel about it. Part of you wanted to retreat, to keep things at a safe distance where her attention couldn’t unravel the walls you’d carefully built. But another part of you—a part you didn’t want to admit existed—wanted to lean in, to see how far her curiosity about you went, to see if the vulnerability in her smile meant anything more than you were imagining.

You glanced over at her again, watching as she rejoined the group with a laugh that seemed practiced but somehow brighter than before. Did she really mean it? This subtle, growing attention she was giving you? Or was it just a passing moment, a trick of her charm that she didn’t even realize she was wielding?

Your heart sank a little at the thought. No matter what it was, she was Miyeon, and you were… well, just you. Even if there was something real there, how could someone like her—someone so bright and magnetic—keep her gaze fixed on someone like you?

And yet, in the back of your mind, the way her voice had softened when she asked for your name whispered a quiet rebuttal to your doubt: Maybe she already is.

You sat on the couch in your shared apartment, staring at the untouched glass of water in front of you. Rex was sprawled out beside you, flipping through his phone with a grin that hadn’t faded since the drinking show ended.

“Okay,” Rex said, finally breaking the silence. “Are we gonna talk about the fact that Cho freaking Miyeon was all over you tonight, or are you just gonna sit there and keep pretending it didn’t happen?”

You groaned, sinking further into the cushions. “She wasn’t all over me, Rex.”

Rex snorted, locking his phone and tossing it onto the coffee table. “Sure she wasn’t. That’s why she made a beeline for you after you spent the entire first half of the night pretending she didn’t exist. That’s why she kept sneaking glances at you every five seconds and laughing at all your awkward jokes. Totally normal, platonic behavior.”

“It wasn’t like that.” You reached for the glass of water, turning it in your hands just to give yourself something to do. “She was probably just being polite.”

“Polite? Yuna, she practically radiates polite. This was different.” Rex leaned forward, fixing you with a pointed look. “I mean, did you see the way she looked at you? Like she was trying to figure out why you weren’t already falling at her feet. And then when you finally talked to her, it was like…” Rex threw his hands in the air, searching for the right words. “It was like she wasn’t used to someone not treating her like a goddess. And she liked it.”

You shook your head, trying to fight the heat rising in your cheeks. “I don’t know, Rex. She probably talks to a lot of people like that. I’m just some random girl she met during a promo show.”

Rex groaned dramatically, flopping back against the couch. “God, you’re hopeless. Did you even notice how she stayed close to you for the rest of the night? Or how she kept steering the conversation back to you, even when the others tried to shift it? That girl’s got it bad, Yuna.”

Your heart fluttered at the memory of Miyeon’s lingering presence, the way her gaze had softened every time it met yours. But just as quickly, doubt crept in. “She’s an idol, Rex. She probably does stuff like that all the time. It’s her job to make people feel special.”

“Sure, but there’s a difference between being charming and… whatever that was,” Rex countered, sitting up and gesturing emphatically. “She was trying to get your attention. Yours. And don’t even try to tell me you weren’t into it. You’ve been moping around all night because you can’t stop thinking about her.”

You opened your mouth to argue but snapped it shut again, realizing you didn’t have a solid defense. Instead, you sighed, rubbing a hand over your face. “Fine. Maybe I’ve been thinking about it. But what am I supposed to do with that? She’s… Miyeon. And I’m just me.”

Rex’s expression softened, and he nudged your arm gently. “Yuna, I get it. She’s a big deal, and it’s intimidating. But she’s also just a person. A person who, for whatever reason, decided she likes you. Maybe instead of overthinking it, you should just… see where it goes.”

You hesitated, the thought of putting yourself out there both thrilling and terrifying. “And if it doesn’t go anywhere?”

“Then you had a cool experience, and you move on,” Rex said with a shrug. “But if it does go somewhere? You might end up with something amazing. Either way, you’ve got nothing to lose.”

You stared at the water in your hands, the ghost of Miyeon’s smile flashing through your mind. Rex wasn’t wrong. Maybe it was time to stop overthinking and let yourself see where this unexpected attention from Miyeon might lead.

“Alright,” you said finally, setting the glass down with a decisive clink. “Maybe you’re right.”

Rex grinned, clapping you on the shoulder. “Damn right I am. Now, let’s figure out how to get you a second meeting with Miss Cho Miyeon.”

Two weeks later, you were sitting at the kitchen table scrolling aimlessly on your phone when Rex burst into the apartment, his energy a whirlwind as usual. He gently closed the door behind him and practically sprinted to where you sat, a mischievous grin plastered across his face.

“Yuna,” he said, dragging out your name with dramatic flair. “You are not going to believe what I just pulled off.”

You raised an eyebrow, already wary. “Rex, if this is another one of your schemes, I swear—”

“No!” He interrupted, holding up a hand. “This is legit. Like, I should win an award for this level of brilliance.”

You leaned back in your chair, crossing your arms. “Alright, I’ll bite. What is it?”

Rex slammed two tickets onto the table in front of you with a flourish. “Audience seats. For the live filming of Playful Nights.”

Your eyes widened as you looked down at the tickets, then back at Rex. “Wait… Playful Nights? The variety show?”

“Not just any episode,” Rex said, their grin widening. “The episode where Miyeon and Yuqi are guesting.”

Your heart skipped a beat, your thoughts immediately jumping to the memory of Miyeon’s soft smile and the way her gaze had lingered on you that night. “How… How did you even get these?”

Rex shrugged, clearly enjoying the dramatic reveal. “I know a guy who knows a guy. Let’s just say it involved cashing in some big favors, but my bestie roommate is worth it.”

You picked up the tickets, staring at them in disbelief. “I don’t even know what to say. Why would you go through all this trouble?”

Rex rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on, Yuna. It’s obvious. You’ve been moping around ever since the drinking show. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you rewatching clips from it like a lovesick kitten.”

“I was not—”

“Save it,” Rex cut you off, waving his hand dismissively. “Point is, you’ve got another chance to see Miyeon. And this time, you’re going to do something about it.”

Your stomach churned with a mix of excitement and nerves. “Do something? Like what? Walk up to her in the middle of a live filming and confess my undying love?”

Rex smirked. “First of all, maybe tone it down with the ‘undying love’ thing. Second, no. But this is your chance to remind her you exist. Who knows? Maybe she’ll recognize you, and you can go from there.”

You stared at the tickets, the reality of what Rex had just handed you sinking in. Another chance to see Miyeon. Another chance to find out if that fleeting connection you’d felt was real or just a figment of your imagination.

“I don’t know, Rex,” you said hesitantly. “What if she doesn’t remember me?”

Rex rolled his eyes again. “Yuna, trust me. She remembers you. Now, get your best outfit ready, because we’re going to this thing.”

You couldn’t help but smile at Rex’s unshakable confidence. Despite your nerves, a spark of hope flickered to life in your chest. Maybe this was the universe giving you another chance.

And this time, you were determined not to let it slip through your fingers.

The studio buzzed with excitement as the crew moved around, prepping for the next segment. The audience was energized, and you and Rex sat in the middle of the crowd, giving you a perfect view of the stage where Miyeon and Yuqi were seated. They were chatting animatedly with the host, their presence commanding attention.

Your eyes kept drifting toward Miyeon. She was every bit as radiant as you remembered, her sharp, elegant features softened by her warm smile. You didn’t even realize how intently you were watching her until Rex nudged you.

“Caught you staring,” he said with a smirk.

“I wasn’t staring,” you mumbled, trying to play it off, though the heat in your cheeks gave you away.

“Oh, you definitely were,” Rex teased. “And guess what? She’s staring right back.”

You frowned. “What are you talking about?”

He tilted his head toward the stage. You followed his gaze, and your breath hitched. Miyeon’s eyes were sweeping over the crowd, but when they landed on you, they lingered. A small, knowing smile curved her lips as she held your gaze for a beat longer than you expected.

“She sees you,” Rex whispered, clearly delighted by your panic. “I told you this was a great idea.”

The show broke for a brief intermission, the lights dimming slightly as people began to mill about. Rex stood abruptly, pulling you up with him.

“Alright, this is your moment,” he declared, already tugging you toward the stage.

“What are you doing?” you hissed, trying to resist.

“Getting you to talk to her!” he said, his tone far too confident for your liking. “Don’t worry—I’ll be your wingman.”

Before you could argue further, someone stepped directly into Rex’s path. Both of you turned, and you were startled to see Tsuki from Billlie standing there, her wide, bright eyes fixed on Rex.

“Wow,” Tsuki said, blinking up at him. “You’re really tall!”

Rex, clearly caught off guard, looked down at her. “Uh… thanks?” he managed, scratching the back of his neck.

Tsuki beamed, clearly delighted by his awkwardness. “Do you work out a lot? You look like you’d be good in, like, a survival show or something.”

You couldn’t help but snicker at the look of sheer bewilderment on Rex’s face as Tsuki leaned in slightly, her curiosity unabashed.

“I—uh, I don’t think so?” Rex said, his confidence faltering under her enthusiastic scrutiny.

Tsuki grabbed his arm, her grip surprisingly firm. “Come on, tell me! You’re not an idol, right? You could totally be one. I need to know more!”

Before Rex could protest, Tsuki began pulling him toward the corner of the room, her rapid-fire questions leaving him little room to escape. He shot you a helpless look over his shoulder, mouthing, Good luck!

You groaned inwardly, left standing alone. When you turned back toward the stage, Miyeon was no longer seated. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw her standing by the edge of the set, her arms crossed and a sly smile on her face as she looked directly at you.

She tilted her head, silently inviting you over.

Your legs moved almost of their own accord, carrying you closer to her. By the time you reached her, your nerves were frayed, your pulse pounding in your ears.

“You came,” Miyeon said, her voice warm but teasing.

“I—yeah,” you stammered, your voice coming out quieter than you intended.

Her smile widened. “I was hoping I’d see you again.”

“You were?”

“Of course,” she said, stepping closer. “Not many people have the nerve to ignore me the way you did.”

Your cheeks flushed. “I wasn’t ignoring you—”

“Sure you weren’t,” she interrupted, her tone playful. “But it’s okay. I like a challenge.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. Miyeon chuckled softly, clearly enjoying your flustered state.

“Relax,” she said, her voice dropping to a soothing murmur. “I don’t bite… unless you want me to.”

Your face burned at her boldness, and she laughed, the sound rich and melodic.

“You’re cute when you’re nervous,” she said, her gaze softening slightly. “Maybe I’ll keep you around a little longer.”

Before you could even begin to process her words, the stage manager called for the talent to return, cutting the moment short. Miyeon gave you one last lingering look before turning back toward the stage.

“Don’t go anywhere,” she said over her shoulder, her voice carrying a promise.

You stood frozen in place as she walked away, your heart racing and your mind spinning. you barely register as you walk back to your chair. when you recover you see Rex trying to worm his way away from Tsuki

The intermission chaos swirled around Rex as he tried to keep his focus on you. He had come to help You first, not get dragged off by the charming whirlwind that was Tsuki. But here he was, standing awkwardly in a corner, Tsuki clutching his arm like they were old friends.

“So,” she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief, “what’s your deal? You’re tall, handsome, and totally clueless. Are you some kind of secret celebrity?”

“Uh, no,” Rex muttered, glancing over his shoulder toward where Yuna was supposed to be. “I’m just here to—”

“Save the day? Be someone’s knight in shining armor?” she teased, leaning in closer.

Rex flushed, taking a step back instinctively. “Not exactly. I’m just helping my friend—”

“Oh, you’re the helpful type,” Tsuki interrupted, her grin widening. “That’s cute. I like that.”

Rex tried to respond, but Tsuki’s energy was unrelenting. She tugged at his sleeve, forcing him to look at her as she tilted her head with a mock pout.

“Hey, don’t look so distracted. Am I boring you?” she asked, her tone feigning hurt but her eyes glittering with amusement.

“No, it’s not that,” Rex said quickly, trying to be polite. “It’s just—”

“Good,” Tsuki said, cutting him off again and looping her arm through his. “Because you’ve got my full attention, and I expect the same from you.”

Rex opened his mouth to protest, but the way Tsuki batted her eyelashes and smiled up at him left him flustered. She wasn’t just charming—she was good at this.

“You’ve got to loosen up,” she said, patting his arm. “You’re all stiff and serious. Come on, smile for me.”

Rex couldn’t help the awkward grin that tugged at his lips. Tsuki laughed, clearly pleased with herself.

“See? That’s better,” she said, standing on her tiptoes to get closer. “I knew you had it in you.”

By the time Rex realized what was happening, Tsuki had leaned in and kissed his cheek, the quick peck leaving a visible mark of her lipstick on his skin.

“There,” she said, stepping back to admire her handiwork. “Now you’re officially my favorite for the day.”

Rex blinked, completely at a loss for words. Tsuki gave him a playful wink and a little wave before skipping off toward the rest of her group.

When he finally made his way back to you, his expression was a mixture of sheepish and dazed. You raised an eyebrow, your eyes immediately catching the lipstick mark on his cheek.

“Uh… what happened to you?” you asked, fighting the urge to laugh.

“Tsuki,” Rex said simply, his tone somewhere between exasperated and resigned.

You burst out laughing. “Looks like she got you good.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Can we focus on your drama now? Please?”

You shook your head, still laughing. “Not with that mark on your face. Come here.”

Rex groaned but leaned down, letting you wipe away the lipstick. As you worked, you couldn’t help but tease, “Guess you’re not as immune to charms as you thought.”

“Don’t remind me,” he muttered, though the faintest smile tugged at his lips.

Tsuki caught notice of this and mouthed to you "Mine" before pointing at Rex. you smile and mouth back

"yours," Tsuki smiles having gotten what she wanted before turning back to the show and putting her idol face back on. for the rest of the program the two idols look at the two of you with varying levels of intrigue.

As the lights dimmed in the studio for the next segment, Tsuki leaned back in her chair, her sharp eyes flickering between the pair below her— you and Rex. A sly smile crept across her lips as she tapped a manicured nail against her chin.

You notice Tsuki’s plotting looks as her eyes subtly dart across the room from you to Miyeon, to Rex back to you then back to Miyeon again.

“Oh no that boy is not gonna know what hit him,” you laugh internally. “Rex despite all his “sagely” wisdom and exuberance was a bit dense, and Tsuki was about to eat him alive.” You thought smiling. “Good for him though”

Rex is too easy, Tsuki thought, suppressing a giggle. His flustered reaction to her flirting had been everything she’d hoped for. Tall, awkward guys like him? They never stood a chance against her charm. And the lipstick mark had been the cherry on top—her little claim staked for all to see.

But now came the tricky part. If she wanted Rex entirely wrapped around her finger, she’d need you distracted. You were sharp and perceptive, the type to steer Rex back on track if Tsuki rose suspicions . And Tsuki couldn’t have that.

Her gaze slid to Miyeon, who was sneaking glances at You between lines of banter with the other idols on stage. Perfect. Miyeon was already circling You like a hawk, her interest palpable.

This will be fun.

Tsuki leaned forward slightly, as if watching the show with rapt attention, but her mind was already racing with plans. All she had to do was nudge you closer to Miyeon, and the rest would fall into place. Miyeon’s relentless charm would keep Yuna busy, leaving Rex wide open for her to swoop in.

Step one, she thought, glancing over at Rex, who was still trying to subtly rub the lipstick mark off his cheek. Keep him blushing. She’d push just a little harder next time—a few sweet compliments, a touch of fake vulnerability, and maybe another “accidental” brush of her hand against his. Guys like Rex couldn’t resist playing protector, and she’d use that to reel him in.

Step two, she mused, her eyes darting back to you. Let Miyeon do the heavy lifting. Miyeon wouldn’t even realize she was helping Tsuki’s plan along. The idol’s ego wouldn’t allow her to pass up the chance to pursue someone like Yuna, especially someone who clearly wasn’t falling for her usual tricks right away.

Tsuki suppressed a smirk as she crossed her legs and leaned back with a satisfied sigh. The pieces were all there; now it was just a matter of setting them in motion.

The stage lights flared back to life, drawing Tsuki out of her thoughts. She adjusted her expression into one of bright, eager energy—her “idol face,” as she liked to call it. But beneath the smile, her mind was already plotting her next move.

By the end of the night, she thought, casting a quick glance at Rex, he’ll be mine.

The show wrapped up with a final cheer from the idols on stage. As the crowd applauded, Miyeon stole another glance at you, her pulse quickening. Tsuki, standing beside her, nudged her with an elbow.

“Are you seriously not going to talk to her?” Tsuki whispered, smirking.

Miyeon shot her a look. “I already talked to her.”

“Yeah, once,” Tsuki teased. “And she’s still out there looking all cute and mysterious. If you don’t move, someone else will. If I recall Yuqi did talk to her quite a bit before the show,”

Miyeon rolled her eyes but felt the heat rising to her cheeks. She couldn’t argue with Tsuki—her confidence usually came effortlessly, but something about you made her hesitate.

“Fine,” she muttered, brushing her hair over her shoulder and smoothing her skirt. “Wish me luck.”

“You don’t need luck,” Tsuki quipped. “You’re Cho Miyeon.”

With a deep breath, Miyeon stepped offstage, weaving her way through staff and equipment until she reached the audience area where you were waiting with Rex. Her heart raced, but she masked it with her signature dazzling smile.

“Yuna,” she greeted smoothly. “Before you leave, could I… get your number? You know, so we can stay in touch?”

You blinked in surprise but quickly recovered. “Oh, uh, yeah, sure.” She handed over her phone, and Miyeon typed her number in with practiced ease before handing it back with a grin. Rex walked behind Miyeon and Gave you a massive silent cheer before he was pulled away by something or someone behind him.

“Great. I’ll text you later,” Miyeon said, her voice laced with charm.

Later that evening, as the crowd dispersed, Miyeon found you lingering near the entrance. She approached with a casual wave, her heart skipping a beat when Yuna turned to meet her.

“Hey,” Miyeon said, her voice warm. “You didn’t run off yet?”

You chuckled. “Rex wanted to say bye to someone, so I’m waiting.”

Miyeon raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Should I be jealous?”

You laughed again, shaking her head. “Not unless you’re jealous of Tsuki.”

Miyeon grinned. “Good. Because I’d hate to have competition.” She let her words hang in the air, watching Your reaction. The slight flush on her cheeks was enough to encourage her.

“You’re relentless,” You muttered, though your smile betrayed your amusement.

“Only when it’s worth it,” Miyeon replied smoothly. She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a softer, more intimate tone. “What are you doing tonight?”

You hesitated. “Uh… no plans yet?”

“Perfect,” Miyeon said. “Why don’t you come over for dinner? My treat. I make a mean pasta.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “You cook?”

Miyeon laughed, tilting her head. “You’ll just have to come and find out.”

Meanwhile, on the other side of the studio, Rex was trying to disentangle himself from Tsuki, who had cornered him near the dressing rooms.

“You know,” Tsuki said, her voice light and teasing, “you’re a lot more fun than you look. I didn’t expect that.”

Rex scratched the back of his neck, his cheeks still red from earlier. “Uh, thanks? I think?”

Tsuki laughed, stepping closer. “You’re adorable when you’re flustered. Has anyone ever told you that?”

“Not exactly,” Rex mumbled, his eyes darting toward the exit. “I should probably—”

“Stay,” Tsuki interrupted, her voice suddenly softer. She tilted her head, her eyes sparkling. “You’ve been running around taking care of your friend all night. Let someone take care of you for a change.”

Rex hesitated, her words catching him off guard. Before he could respond, Tsuki leaned in and planted a quick kiss on his cheek.

“There,” she said, pulling back with a mischievous grin. “Now you’re officially under my spell.”

Rex blinked, touching his cheek where her lips had left another mark. “Uh… wow.”

“Wow is right,” Tsuki said with a wink. “So… what do you say? Dinner sometime?”

Rex’s initial instinct to refuse wavered under her steady gaze. He found himself nodding before he could stop himself. “Sure… dinner sounds good.”

“Perfect,” Tsuki said, slipping her number into his hand. “Call me.”

As she turned to leave, Rex stood there for a moment, still dazed. When he finally rejoined you, the lipstick mark on his cheek told the whole story. You told him about Miyeon invitation and laughed before you teased him back.

“You’re laughing at me really.” You sigh annoyed before pointing his cheek, “Oh you’re cooked. She’s got you now,” you tease. Rex looks at you annoyed then says,

“Oh I’m sorry little Mrs. Cho Miyeon wants you to have her babies,”

You look at Rex annoyed, “what no!” You exclaimed.

Rex rolled his eyes and said, “Yuna she looked like she was about 10 seconds away from taking behind stage and making you scream her name,”

“Excuse me Donatello,” you say to Rex using his full first name. Rex winces then says

“she invited you to dinner,” he counters. You open your mouth to say something before Rex adds, “look I’m not judging you. I’m happy you’re getting this especially after your last ex. So enjoy being pursued for a change,”

You smile laughing with your “adopted big brother”

After that Miyeon scoops you up in her genesis coupe before driving back to her place.

You walk into the apartment and smell the scent of cinnamon. Miyeon enters behind you as you tell her, “oh I love the way your place smells. I feel like I’m in a winter wonderland.

Miyeon smiles and is surprised when you kiss her.

“Ah wae,” she says as your hands explore her body. Surprised by this boldness She tries to get a word in edgewise but your tongue is halfway down her throat during each kiss. Unsure Miyeon lets it happen

#k-pop fanfic #miyeon x fem reader #gidle fanfic #cho miyeon #cho miyeon fanfic

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wytheriing · 12 days ago

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SUGARE!

an indie "catering" company in the pretty blood universe

(a LOT) more info below!

What makes Sugare an indie company, and how is it different from Pretty Blood?

Sugare lacks the large facilities and budgets that Pretty Blood has. Instead, Sugare focuses on hosting exclusive media focusing on the interactive portion of snuff. Hosting a variety of talents referred to as Cake Pops, the focus of Sugare is a consequence-free, interactive experience for the client.

How is Sugare interactive?

It depends on the talent.

Vi Sarah hosts her concerts in lesser known stages, usually as an opening act or "appetizer" for a different live performance.

The Cleaner can be rented out and used for anything as it has an endless amount of clones. Despite the cheap price, its broken psychological state leaves much to be desired, leading to a flatlined popularity.

Both Fi-Fi and Carrott offer themselves as talent for videos (and anything else), with Fi-Fi being popular among gore enthusiasts and Carrott being popular among those with an affinity for psychological torture.

What else does Sugare do?

Sugare also sells merchandise of its talent! Industries looking to collaborate must also go through Sugare, giving permission for the company to host the video on their own site as well as the collaborating company's. It also ensures the talent are paid fairly.

How the hell do you pay them if they die lol

All of the talent of Sugare have been prevented from death in some way or another.

How is this indie? Sounds like a lot of work.

Most snuff companies have militaries and scientific studies, giant laboratories and labyrinths.. Sugare lacks all of that, and its fanbase is much lower compared to even smaller companies.

You may find some of the talent doing regular odd jobs simply because they needed the money.

FUN FACTS ABOUT THE CAKE POPS!

Vi Sarah is the most popular out of the Cake Pops. After that is Fi-Fi, Carott, then Cleaner.

Despite this, Cleaner makes more money than Vi Sarah because of the sheer amount of times it gets rented out.

Carrott is the only Cake Pop that does not have a side job. (Vi Sarah has her genuine idol career, Fi-Fi works at a gas station, Cleaner works a large multitude of jobs as clones.)

Tenchou is the only Cake Pop that is not a bunny.

Sugare was established by Tenchou, who saw a business potential in Cleaner. Originally a failing cleanup company, Tenchou saw better financial opportunities in the snuff film industry and swiftly rebranded to Sugare, where she met the freelance idol and corpse, Vi Sarah. Fi-Fi was scouted by Vi Sarah later, and Carrott was scouted by Fi-Fi.

After every shoot, Carrott's body is repaired and his memories are wiped. This makes it so every shoot of his is "fresh", making him freshly innocent and naive. While wiping his recent memories costs a bit, repairing his body falls under Malino healthcare and is actually free of charge as he counts as a living being, even though he is a robot.

#pretty blood #pretty blood oc #sugare #vi sarah #fi-fi #carrott #cleaner #tenchou

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invitationtoher · 3 months ago

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You're in my Way, Cage. | Chapter 4: Kitana

Masterlist

Summery: Kitana Edenia, smart, beautiful, and stressed. With dreams of becoming a doctor due to her sister, Mileena, having a major case of chronic fatigue syndrome (CFS). Throughout her entire school life she's been focused on her goal of getting into the very same college that her mother and father went to and fell in love at, Mortal Kampus University (MKU), an ivy league school where the only people are intelligent as they are talented. Kitana vows to make her mother proud with no distractions, at least that was the plan until she met an obnoxious dirty blonde in her English Class.

Jonathan Carlton? No, he's Johnny Cage! Hollywood's next big star! He may not act as smart as he actually is, but he shines when it comes to entertainment, if it's on the screen or behind the scenes Johnny can do it all, thanks to the Carlton family being in the film industry for generations. Thanks to his parents money and his acting and martial arts talents (as well as writing), he got a scholarship to MKU's theater department! He knows MKU will be a good time, it's his chance to make his own name. When he sees a pretty girl in his English class whose walls seem unbreakable, he vows to break down those walls and see the real her by showing her a film.

My jaw dropped. No way, a night with Johnny sounded like the biggest waste of time. I would rather be doing the things on my to-do list for the month instead of seeing some Hollywood, fantasy land, romanticized, fictional blue screen trash. I clicked my tongue on the roof of my mouth at his stupid smirk that irritates me to no end despite knowing this man for about 30 minutes. He knows exactly the right buttons to push.

“No, there’s no way I’m going to-“

“Tonight. It’s my day off, do you work a job?”

I blinked in astonishment as he cut me off, but I nodded my head. It’s clear that some of us are raised with proper manners more than others.

“Do you work tonight?”

I shook my head, the smirk on his face transformed into a giddy smile, his brown eyes sparkled once again like he found the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow.

“Gimme your number, I’ll pick you up and-“

“Hold on, I never agreed to this!”

Johnny held up a hand to almost as if he was trying to tame an animal- the same way my father attempts to calm my mother down but ends up infuriating her off even more- he mimicked the sound of my tongue clicking, he shook his head and raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, we’re doing this, Princess.” He spoke.

My face instantly twists in disgust at the nickname, princess. I can’t stand being called ‘princess’ including my own father. I always try to brush it off when someone calls me princess, but there’s only so much I can take when it’s repeated. He notices my disdain for him and his little nickname, his sly smirk reappeared, both of his eyebrows were raised, but his eyes... they were full of mischief. It was almost as if he was enjoying this.

“My name isn’t princess, it’s Kitana.” I said, my face un-twisting itself from its altered appearance. “And I’m too busy for movies, and I’m far too busy for you.”

“Uh huh, so what are your plans tonight?”

I wasn’t expecting him to ask, it was an obvious question that anyone making plans with someone- even if they were one sided- would ask. I hesitate in my response.

“Um… Studying.”

Now it’s his turn for his face to express his distaste.

“Studying? On the first day?” He asked, his smirk fading as he pressed his lips together in a thin line, his eyebrows furrowing as he gives me a side glance. “Well, they say nerdy girls are always the freakiest.”

His voice was low, no one else was able to hear him, but to me it’s like the entire class heard it. My face turns hot, embarrassed from the comment. He lets out a quiet chuckle, most likely because of the look of my face.

My eyes rounded, I sat up straighter, my teeth grit behind my lips, I gripped my pen tighter to the point where my knuckles turned white, I could hear a tiny crack that was muffled by my hand. So help me, if I break this pen it will be lodged in his neck the moment I un-ball my fist.

“Do you have zero shame?” My tone shifted from calm to jarring in the matter of seconds. He smiles playfully and shrugs.

“I dunno, I’m just saying what I heard.”

He raises his arms over his head, his joints popping and a groan escaping his throat. The blue fabric of his shirt stretched across his broad chest struggling to keep the buttons closed as he stretched.

I force myself to look down at my hand, I don’t want to boost his skyrocket ego any more than it clearly already is. I unwrap my hand from my pen, silently praying to whatever was out there that there wasn’t any ink on my palm, knowing that I’d desperately want to retaliate by wiping it on Johnny’s shirt. Luckily for him and his button up, there was no sign of black ink on my skin.

“Alright, look, I promise just one movie.” I narrowed my eyes in suspicion, “I promise! No dinner, no dressing nice, hell we can even go to a theater if you wanna. Although… my couch in my apartment is a lot more comfortable than the leather AMC seats, Princess.”

“No, Johnny.”

“C’mon, it’ll be fun! I won’t talk at all, and I’ll never ask again.”

Never ask again? I don’t believe that for a hot second, just from his begging alone, he’s clearly the type to not let things go. It’s driving me crazy that he couldn’t handle the word ‘no’ and continued this… pleading.

“No. I told you, I’m busy.”

He puffed out his cheeks, his brown eyes rounding as he pouted like a child. He folded his arms across his chest. So immature. I shook my head, staring coldly into his puppy eyes.

‘I will not crack, I will not crack, I will not crack, I will not-‘ My thoughts are interrupted by a groan.

“You seriously wanna study? After the first day of school? And just what are you going to study? The syllabus? The history or introduction of whatever class it is? Kitana, I don’t know you and you don’t know me, but… we have to work together in this class, professors’ orders. This would be a good way to at least get… familiar with each other.”

I slide my bottom lip between my teeth and bite on it gently, getting a small taste of my strawberry lip balm. I can’t fathom the fact that he was able to form an effect argument, I’d hate to admit it but, he does have a point. I sigh and run my fingers through my hair.

“I guess you surprisingly have a point.” I mutter. His eyes light up and his giddy smile returns to his face. “But I seriously can’t tonight.”

“Then when?”

As soon as his smile returns to his face, it fades away. Technically I am available tonight, I don’t have anything super important to do besides my father’s call, but I had to prepare myself before I spent any more time with him after class.

I shift in my seat, unsure of what to say. I feel my throat flexing as I swallow. When? Good question, hopefully never.

“Um, I’d have to check my sched-”

“Alright, class, I didn’t realize just how quickly we were running out of time. Wrap up what you’re talking about and head out, I’ll see you all on Wednesday.”

There truly is a god and his name is my English professor. I quickly pack up my things and stand up, sliding my puffer bag on my shoulder and shrugging to adjust it. I look down at the ground to hide my small smile as he growls in irritation. Looks like Cage isn’t getting the first date he thought he was going to get.

“I want an answer by Wednesday.”

I freeze in my motions and look over at him, raising my eyebrow a bit. He put his Ray-Bans back on, covering his eyes. His stuff was already packed, the paper, syllabus, and the mechanical pencil he was using probably all stuffed in his bag and not put in properly.

“You can’t just demand an answer like you’re the boss of me.” I placed my right hand on my hip as I scrunched my face at him. He flashes his pearly white teeth at me in a big smile, is he amused by my irritation? I wouldn’t be shocked.

“I gotta clear my schedule, baby, I’m a busy guy.”

He stands up from his seat, a single strap from his book bag on his shoulder while the other dangled behind him. He was massive, he wasn’t exactly towering over me like a morally grey male lead in a cheesy romance book tall, but he was tall enough that I had to tilt my head back to make eye contact with him. I sneer a bit and roll my eyes.

“First of all, don’t call me ‘baby.’” I held up my left hand up, shooting my fingers up as I counted, “Two, you’re not the only person that’s busy, Carlton-“

“Cage, sweetheart, it’s Cage. We went over this.”

“No, ‘sweetheart’ or ‘princess’ either.”

Johnny let out a dramatic huff, clicking his tongue as he placed his hands on his waist.

“How are you expecting me to not call you ‘princess’ when you’re ordering me around like one?”

He was skating on thin ice. Now I wish my pen did break. I let out a groan, my nonchalant mask was slipping, although it’s been slipping since he sat down next to me at the start of class. I need to get out of here before I make it known that he’s gotten under my skin.

“No. No ‘princess,’ my name is Kitana, and you will address me as such.”

I pushed my chair in and made my way to the door, most of the class were already gone, but there were a few other stragglers that lingered.

“Whatever you say, Princess, I’ll see you on Wednesday.”

I pretend not to hear him, but his stupid voice is like a broken record as I walked to my car. I made sure to walk a little faster than usual, I didn’t want him to follow. His voice makes my blood boil, his presence makes my blood boil, he makes my blood boil.

When I got to my car, I quickly shoved my bag in the passenger seat as I sat down in the driver’s seat, my seat belt was on in the blink of an eye and so was the key in the ignition. I pull out and drive home, no music from my phone, only the music from the radio. Even though the radio is loud, his voice that lingers in my head is louder.

#fanfic #archive of our own #johnny cage #johnny cage x kitana #kitana #mk1 #mk1 2023 #mortal kombat #romance #ao3 fanfic #college au #kitana mortal kombat #johnny cage mortal kombat #kitana mk1 #johnny cage mk1 #johnny x kitana #you're in my way cage

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herrenxenoberg · 27 days ago

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Fandorm Showcase #16 - Pinocchio

Again, this is another one of those moments when it's pure coincidence. This dorm was made before Playful Land is announced, as so is the Honest John and Gideon character (well the difference is I made it in a different way.)

Anyways, introducing the fantastic and mysterious dorm inspired by Pinocchio, we have...

Fantoccere!

Very straight-forward, Fantoccere is italian for Puppet. [No joke, I simply just put one word here as the dorm name.]

This dorm focuses on whimsy and talent, everyone showing off their best skill for the audience to spectate. The housewarden of Fantoccere runs a side business of an entertainment troupe, similar to a circus, but instead, they're people with talents that are 100% safe. But this dorm mostly consists of talented puppeteers who can control their puppets like living beings. Or was it?

"A dorm founded on the Marvelous Showman's spirit of proficiency. Students in this dorm have unique talents that can contribute to the entertainment industry."

Now, this dorm's plotline has a similar feel to Playful Land but more tame than you think. But it stills carries a somewhat dark tone-

Requirements and Traits:

Have a unique talent that is safe and entertaining to watch

Have personal flair and pizazz when performing

Resourceful and opportunistic

Be a puppet for the Puppeteer

And onto our dorm uniform design:

Initially, I wanted to take inspiration from the Playful Land outfits for this one, but since it's based on a different villain, I went for more simple looks as well as some stitches to fit the whole puppet theme. Now, for the magic item, it isn't something that can be wielded like a weapon, but more so a source for the magic to be filtered through. In this instance, the magic from the magestone is channeled into the clawed fingers that emits puppet strings out of the magic energy. As for the reason why it's only half the magestone, you'll have to wait and see.

Now comes the character roster:

Everyone say welcome to the extravagant and charismatic housewarden of Fantoccere...

Sergius Modesto! (Twisted Off Stromboli)

Sergius is an eccentric and charismatic housewarden of his dorm and leader of his entertainment troupe (called Modesto's Emporium of Whimsy), where a group of entertainers travel around cities and towns and set up stage shows for everyone, AND no charge for admission to boot. He would do anything in his capability to make sure everyone is enjoying his shows and carry a smile on their faces. But something about Sergius seems...off, like he isn't really what he seems to be.

[SPOILERS AHEAD, TW: BODY HORROR, DEATH; ALSO TIES WITH PLAYFUL LAND LORE]

Sergius used to be a living and actual person, and he has a little brother with him. They were happy living with their father who is a simple clockmaker, making whacky and silly clocks out of wood. Their father would sometimes make them little wooden toys to play with, despite being poor, he only wanted his two sons to be happy. One day, Sergius and his little brother were just walking through town, on their way to the local school, when a certain fox beastman and his mute cat sidekick ran into them, asking them if they want to have some fun at an amusement park where they can do anything they want free of charge. The boys were a bit reluctant to trust this stranger, but after some convincing, they eventually followed them to this park. They had a full day of fun in the amusement park, until it was already late, and they both need to head back before their father worries for them. The fox beastman tries to ask them to stay a little longer, but the two wanted to be good boys, not until the stranger pulled a move that would change their lives forever...ripping the ticket Sergius is holding, making a branch-like mask appear on the right side of his face and his whole body suddenly failed and dropped to the ground, unable to move. The little brother, who saw this happen, made a run for it but was stopped by the two shady individuals...yet they didn't rip his ticket up yet. In fact, they're offering the little brother a chance to repay for everything they did in the park...and for disobeying their own father's words...

But it seems like the months of effort isn't enough as Sergius fully succumbed to the park's magic, nothing but a lifeless wooden puppet, devoid of any sign of life, everything flesh and bone is now replaced with wooden joints and hardened insides. The little brother is devastated, if they had listened to father, they wouldn't end up in this mess. Still having to pay back the park for the splurge, the little brother came up with an idea to win some guests over...and it involves "his brother", as well as a long-term contract with the park managers.

Introducing the "puppet master" behind Sergius Modesto...

Otello Modesto (Twisted Off The Coachman)

Otello is Sergius's little brother, who is mourning for the loss of his older brother, all because of the fatal mistake of not listening to their father's words and spending the whole day fooling around at the infamous amusement park. Having to forever try to pay the park back for all the playing and messing around, Otello came up with the idea of using his brother puppet to start up his own entertainment troupe sponsored by said park, with magic puppet strings he mastered at a young age. However, this would come at a cost for Otello's well-being, the constant use of magic energy threads caused his entire body to lose function in movement, specifically his legs, resulting in having to be confined to a wheelchair (which has puppet arms to help him move the wheels and control the direction) in order to move about. As to how he managed to get into Night Raven College despite being only 13, it's all because of "Sergius"...Having to guise himself behind this puppet that was his brother in order to fulfill the contract, but also Sergius isn't the only one Otello is controlling...thus having one half of the magestone on himself and the other on Sergius, he is actually sharing his unique magic to his "brother". (I'll let you all figure it out.)

Alternate Roster with Otello:

Notable Members:

Fiorella Balleto (Freshman) - A ballerina puppet who dances gracefully like a swan on a lake despite having a broken crippled leg. (Twisted of Fabiana and Sabina)

Carmelina Viola (Sophomore) - A showgirl puppet with a cockney accent and tends to spurt out mean things due to frustrations. (Twisted off Stromboli's puppets)

Jolanda Vixx (Junior) - A mysteriou gal with a fox mask who goes around spreading deceitful words to lure in people for self beneficial reasons. (Twisted off Honest John)

Gioffre Somali (Freshman) - A somali cat plush doll brought to life by Jolanda and became her trusted sidekick, it doesn't talk itself, so it uses the hand puppets to express its emotions. (Twisted off Gideon)

Synopsis:

Modesto's Emporium of Whimsy is showing at the campus grounds of NRC, everyone is curious about this show as flyers are put up around the school as advertisement. What's more interesting is that they are looking for a new star by holding a talent audition for anyone who's interested, free of charge of course.

But there is more secrets hidden behind this dorm than meets the eye...

This one is my most complicated idea yet, because with how bad Playful Land's plotline was, I figured I would make use of the concept to fit with the narrative here, straight-up pulling the Shroud brothers lore on this but in reverse and involves puppeteering.

Next Up: Bambi

#twisted wonderland #twst oc #twst fandorms #pinocchio #stromboli #the coachman #playful land but actually decent

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