#yah I know I'm cringe

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Want so Bad

genre:; fluff and (..) word count: 3.9K

Minho x reader! Minho x fem. reader!!

wherein: Minho is everything you never wanted in life. But he wants you….so bad.

(an: this is my favorite and i had fun writing while listening to Minho and Jisung's "Want so Bad" again and again and again. so i hope you enjoy reading it!! a comment, like, and reblog is very much appreciated)

"Why are you here?"

You roll your eyes, barely glancing up at the person standing in front of you, your voice dripping with boredom.

"I'm here because I miss you," he replies, winking at you in that infuriating way that always makes you cringe.

You’re in your living room, buried in your textbooks, when this boy suddenly appears in front of you, as if someone summoned him from nowhere.

Minho.

He’s your brother Jisung’s best friend in the entire world—or so they claim. There’s a three-year gap between you and them. They’re in their final year of college, while you’re just a freshman.

You would give him a proper introduction, but the truth is, you can't stand him. You’ve hated him ever since you were 15. He and Jisung have always loved teasing you, making your life miserable whenever they could.

"Jisung! Your favorite family member is here!" you shout, unable to handle Minho’s relentless teasing any longer. Sure, you’re in college now and supposed to be more mature (or so you tell yourself), but after years of dealing with them, you’ve become accustomed to hating their antics.

"I wasn’t even part of the family… but I guess I will be after I marry one of the family members," Minho smirks, his voice dripping with mischief.

"Then go marry my brother," you retort, your expression as nonchalant as ever.

He laughs and casually snatches the book you were studying. You’re so used to his flirty teasing by now that it barely fazes you.

It all started back in high school when Jisung teased you relentlessly, convinced you had a crush on Minho. He found it on your pink diary and read it out loud, complete with the cheesy music that played whenever you opened it. (Well, you did have a crush on Minho back then, but it faded over time.)

Jisung teased you so much that you cried your eyes out, and then he told Minho all about it, sparking years of torment.

"Oh no, my sister might actually ace her exams now that she’s seen her only inspiration," Jisung chimes in as he walks down the stairs, pulling on a t-shirt. You roll your eyes at him too.

"I think I should come over more often. I might just make your sister the top student," Minho adds with a grin.

There goes your peaceful day.

But thankfully, they don’t bother you too much, as they soon move to the kitchen to eat. You try to refocus on your studies, but chemistry is giving you a hard time, so you pop in your earbuds and pull up a tutorial on YouTube. Just as you’re getting into it, a glass of orange juice and a muffin appear on your table (or rather, on top of your notebook).

"Eat, little devil. Food helps you focus more," Jisung says, placing the snacks down.

You mumble a quick thanks, thinking he’ll leave, but instead, he plops down on the couch behind you. You’re sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch, your books and notes spread out on the coffee table in front of you. Then, without a care in the world, Jisung props his legs up on the table, acting as if your things are invisible.

You were almost touched by your brother’s gesture… but never mind.

"Yah!" You glare at him, but he just shrugs and turns on the TV, putting on a movie. A minute later, Minho joins him.

"What are you studying, kid?" Minho asks, even though he’s already glanced at your book.

"None of your business."

"Oh, is that a new subject? I’ve never heard of it before."

Argh.

"You should help her, Minho. I heard from her professor that she scored low on a quiz," Jisung says, his tone annoyingly casual.

How does he know that?

"Really?" Minho leans forward, peering at what you’re writing. "Well, chemistry is indeed tough."

"Help her out. You always got high scores in that subject back in the day."

You’re listening to them while half-heartedly writing, your earbuds now turned down low. You’re trying to pretend they’re just ghosts, but hearing them talk about your struggles in chemistry makes you want to join the conversation.

"Sure, if you give me that game console," Minho quips.

"On second thought, I think my sister will manage just fine."

Arghhh.

You can’t take it anymore. You gather up your things, smack your brother’s leg, and stomp upstairs.

Later, you’re back in your study area, trying to focus again when there’s a knock on your door. It can only be one of them since the three of you are the only ones at home. Your parents are working, even on a Sunday.

"What?!" you yell, your irritation clear.

You’re about to open the door when it swings open on its own, revealing Minho.

"You shouldn’t talk like that to your tutor," he says, flicking your forehead.

"Ow!"

Tutor? Jisung must’ve given him the console.

You don’t bother complaining because, aside from being tired… well, yeah, you’re just too tired.

"You should listen well, okay? If you don’t, we won’t get married," Minho teases, treating you like a child as always. You hate it, but you’re too drained to argue.

"Okay." You roll your eyes for the ninth time and settle in to listen as he starts to explain.

The tutorial is full of bickering and Minho’s relentless teasing, but unexpectedly, you finally understand the material. Your questions are answered, and for the first time in a while, you feel a bit of relief.

"Thank you," you say as you bid him goodbye.

"Goodbye. Let me know when you get home. And say hi to your baby cats for me," your brother says, waving Minho off.

"How did your chemistry exam go?"

You’re happy with your results and you share them with Minho.

"I got an almost perfect score!"

"Really?" He messes up your hair. "Then you should thank me. You owe me."

"I’ll get Jisung’s console for you," you joke

Minho is at your house again. He says they have a group study session, but Jisung isn’t home yet. You both settled into the living room, the hum of the TV in the background as Minho lounged on the couch, his legs stretched out comfortably. You took a seat on the floor, leaning against the couch, your study materials spread out on the coffee table.

“So, what else do you need help with, little genius?” Minho teased, nudging your shoulder with his foot.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “I don’t need your help again, Mr. Top Student. I can manage just fine on my own.”

Minho chuckled, the sound light and teasing. “Sure, you can. But remember, you owe me for that almost perfect score. I think I might start charging for my tutoring services.”

“Don’t push your luck,” you shot back, a smile tugging at your lips.

Minho leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand as he looked at you, his expression softening slightly. “You know, you’re pretty impressive. Balancing all this studying and still managing to have a sense of humor.”

You felt a small flutter in your stomach at his words, a sensation that caught you off guard. You quickly masked it with a smirk. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Minho.”

He grinned, leaning back against the couch. “Who says I’m flattering you? I’m just stating facts.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but the words got caught in your throat when you met his gaze. There was something different in his eyes, something that made your heart skip a beat. The usual playful glint was still there, but beneath it was a warmth that made you feel… special.

You quickly looked away, focusing on the notes in front of you, trying to shake off the unexpected feeling. “Anyway, where’s this group of yours? I thought you were supposed to be studying.”

Minho shrugged, casually twirling a pen between his fingers. “They’re running late. I guess they’re not as eager to study as I am.”

“Right, because you’re so eager,” you muttered, the sarcasm clear in your voice.

He chuckled again, the sound warm and familiar. “Maybe I just wanted an excuse to hang out with you. You’re much more fun than Jisung.”

Your heart fluttered again, and you bit your lip, trying to keep your cool. “You’re just saying that because I actually study, unlike my brother.”

“True,” he agreed, his tone light. “But also because you’re interesting. I never know what you’re going to say next.”

You were about to respond when you heard the front door open and Jisung’s voice echo through the house. “I’m back! Did I miss anything?”

You quickly straightened up, feeling a strange mix of relief and disappointment that your brother had arrived. Minho, however, just smiled, a mischievous glint returning to his eyes as he leaned over and whispered in your ear, “We’ll continue this later.”

Your breath hitched at the closeness, and for a moment, you couldn’t think of a single thing to say. As Minho pulled back with a wink, you felt the butterflies in your stomach take flight.

Jisung entered the living room, oblivious to the tension that had suddenly filled the air. “Hey, what are you two up to?”

“Just studying,” Minho replied casually, as if nothing had happened, though the smirk on his face told a different story.

You nodded, trying to compose yourself. “Yeah, just studying.”

But as you glanced at Minho, who was now chatting with your brother like everything was normal, you couldn’t help but wonder if things between you had just shifted in a way you hadn’t expected. And as much as you tried to deny it, you couldn’t ignore the fact that, for the first time, Minho’s teasing had made your heart race in a way you couldn’t quite understand.

You were walking through the university courtyard, your thoughts scattered as you mentally planned your study schedule for the rest of the day. It had been a busy week, and you were looking forward to some peace and quiet when you suddenly spotted Minho across the way. He was chatting animatedly with a girl, her laughter ringing out as he carried a stack of books for her.

You instinctively slowed your pace, your eyes lingering on them for a moment longer than you intended. The girl was pretty, with a bright smile and an easygoing vibe that made her seem instantly likable. She playfully nudged Minho with her shoulder, and he grinned back at her, that familiar teasing spark in his eyes.

For a second, you considered changing your route, avoiding the interaction altogether. But then you stopped yourself. Why would you do that? It’s not like it mattered. It wasn’t like you cared who Minho was talking to, or how close they seemed. Right?

So you took a deep breath and kept walking, your expression carefully neutral as you approached them. As you got closer, Minho caught sight of you, and his grin widened.

“Well, well, well, look who it is,” he called out, his voice full of mock surprise. “You just couldn’t resist, could you? Saw my handsome face and had to come over.”

You rolled your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips despite yourself. “Oh please, I just happened to be walking by. Don’t flatter yourself.”

The girl next to him laughed at your banter, and you noticed the way she lightly slapped his arm, a gesture that spoke of familiarity. It was clear they were close. Your eyes flickered to her, and you couldn’t help but feel a tiny pang of something—what was it? Jealousy? Annoyance? Whatever it was, you quickly pushed it down.

Minho noticed your glance and, as if reading your mind, raised an eyebrow. “Ah, sorry. Where are my manners? This is Seoyun, a friend from my class. Seoyun, this is my little genius here,” he added with a teasing smirk.

You gave her a polite nod, trying to ignore the way your heart skipped at the word “friend.” “Nice to meet you, Seoyun.”

“Nice to meet you too!” she replied cheerfully. “Minho’s told me a lot about you. He says you’re quite the brainiac.”

You shot Minho a look, and he just grinned, clearly enjoying your reaction. “Yeah, well, someone’s got to keep him in line,” you said, your tone light but with a hint of sarcasm.

Seoyun laughed again, and you couldn’t help but notice how comfortable they seemed together. It was… unsettling in a way you couldn’t quite pinpoint. But you weren’t about to dwell on it.

“Well, I’ve got to get going,” you said, glancing at your watch. “Places to be, things to study.”

“Always so busy,” Minho said, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “But you know, all work and no play…”

“…keeps you out of trouble,” you finished for him with a smirk. “But don’t worry about me. I’ll manage.”

Seoyun smiled at you again, giving a little wave. “It was nice meeting you. Hopefully, we’ll see each other around.”

“Yeah, maybe,” you replied, waving back before turning to continue on your way.

As you walked away, you couldn’t help but glance over your shoulder, just once, to see Minho and Seoyun laughing together as they continued their conversation. You tried to ignore the uneasy feeling that settled in your chest, brushing it off as nothing.

‘She must be his girlfriend,’ you thought to yourself, trying to sound nonchalant even in your own mind. And then you shrugged, forcing yourself to focus on your day ahead. ‘Why would I care?’

But even as you walked away, you couldn’t quite shake the image of them together, the way they seemed to fit so naturally. And for the first time, Minho’s teasing didn’t just annoy you—it made you feel something deeper, something you weren’t ready to face just yet.

“Hey.”

You looked up at the voice calling your name. It was Jeongin, your classmate.

“We got paired for the presentation,” he reminded you. Oh! You remembered now, probably too occupied with other subjects to focus on this. “If you don’t mind, can we start after class? That way we’ll finish early and can focus on other things.”

“Sure,” you agreed, appreciating his practical suggestion.

“Great. We should head to a coffee shop after this.”

After class, you walked together, discussing the presentation details. Jeongin had some good ideas, and you found yourself easily slipping into a productive conversation. The atmosphere between you two was relaxed, and soon you arrived at the coffee shop.

“What do you want?” Jeongin asked as you both approached the counter.

“Latte, please,” you replied, smiling. “Thanks.”

As Jeongin went to order, you scanned the room, your eyes landing on a familiar figure. Minho. He was with a group of friends, casually chatting. When he looked up, his gaze met yours. He smirked at you, and you were about to wave, but then he broke the eye contact and turned his attention back to the person next to him. You scanned the group quickly, noticing your brother wasn’t there.

You tried to focus on your work, but you kept catching Minho glancing at you from the corner of your eye. For the first time, you wondered what he thought of seeing you with another guy. The idea made you smirk a little, enjoying the small twist of the situation. Minho, always so sure of himself, might just be a little thrown off by this.

Jeongin returned with your latte and his own drink, setting them down on the table.

“Ready to get started?” he asked, pulling out his notes.

“Yeah, let’s do this,” you replied, pushing the thoughts of Minho to the back of your mind—for now, at least.

You were studying in the living room, the soft murmur of a video tutorial explaining organic chemistry filling the space. You were too focused to notice Minho entering your house until his voice broke through your concentration.

“Hey, my favorite person,” he greeted with a playful smile.

You glanced around, looking behind you and to the sides. “My brother’s not here,” you stated, raising an eyebrow at him.

He laughed, shaking his head. “Of course you are the one I meant. My favorite person.”

You rolled your eyes, though a small smile tugged at your lips. “If Soonie, Doongie, and Dori were people, they’d be your favorites.”

“Of course,” he agreed, his tone light.

You returned to your studies, but Minho didn’t leave. Instead, he plopped down on the couch, stretching out as if he had all the time in the world. You tried to ignore him, but it wasn’t long before he broke the silence again.

“So, who was that guy you were with at the café earlier?” His tone was casual, but you could feel the underlying curiosity.

You hesitated, not sure how to respond. You didn’t have to be honest, but something made you want to see how he would react. “He’s a suitor,” you said nonchalantly, not looking up from your notebook.

Minho’s expression shifted slightly, but he quickly masked it, leaning back with a smirk. “A suitor, huh? I should tell your brother. Maybe he’ll confiscate your phone so you can focus on studying.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, feeling a spark of irritation. “I’m not a kid, Minho. I can decide who I want to spend time with.”

He chuckled, clearly enjoying your reaction. “Oh, really? You’re still just a freshman. You should focus on your studies instead of getting distracted by things like relationships.”

Your irritation grew. “What about you? You’re in a relationship with that girl you were walking with, but I can’t be in one?”

Minho’s eyes widened slightly in surprise before he quickly composed himself. He knew you were jealous, and he had to hide the smile threatening to break through. “So, you were jealous?” he teased, leaning forward.

You felt a flush of heat rise to your cheeks, and you stood up abruptly, gathering your things. “I’m not jealous,” you snapped, turning on your heel to head back to your room.

As you walked away, Minho couldn’t help but smile. He knew you were, even if you wouldn’t admit it, and that only made him like you more.

Life continues as usual, with your brother Jisung and Minho still finding every opportunity to tease you. Tomorrow is their graduation day, and as you walk into your brother's room to borrow a math book, you decide to ask him a question that's been on your mind.

"Jisung, what’s your plan after graduation?"

You’re genuinely curious, even if you’d never admit it to his face. Despite all the sibling rivalry, you’re proud of him for making it this far.

"Probably end up unemployed," he replies with a shrug.

You give him a deadpan look. What answer did you expect, anyway?

"Obviously, I’ll take the board exam first, then start job hunting," he says while folding his clothes. Then he glances at you, squinting. "You’re not asking because you’re curious about Minho, are you?"

Yeah…no!

You quickly throw a pillow at him, trying to hide your flustered expression. "Do you really think my world revolves around him?" Jisung catches the pillow and smirks, clearly not convinced.

"Even if you don't ask about Minho, I'll tell you anyway. Remember when I told you to spend more time with him? You should’ve listened, because after graduation, he’s going abroad. There’s a job offer waiting for him."

Oh…

You manage a nonchalant nod, but as you leave his room, the news weighs heavily on your mind.

That night, as you lie in bed, you can’t help but replay Jisung’s words over and over. Minho is leaving. The thought sends a strange ache through your chest. You try to tell yourself that it’s not a big deal, that his absence won’t matter—but deep down, you know it will.

Graduation day arrives in a whirlwind of excitement. Your parents are there, beaming with pride, and you stand among the crowd, clutching a bouquet of flowers. You watch as your brother and his friends, including Minho, happily pose for group pictures, congratulating each other and hugging in celebration of finally finishing their studies. The joy is infectious, but there's a tinge of sadness in your heart.

Minho is leaving.

The thought lingers, even as you force yourself to focus on the present moment.

"Hey, little devil, take a picture of us," your brother calls out to you. You roll your eyes at the nickname but comply, grabbing the Polaroid camera hanging around your neck. It is his day, after all.

You snap the picture, capturing their bright smiles and laughter. The moment is perfect, but it tugs at your heartstrings.

Minho is leaving.

No matter how much you’ve pretended to hate him, the truth is, you’re going to miss him more than you’d like to admit.

"Are these my flowers?" your brother asks, reaching for the bouquet in your hands. You quickly hide it behind your back.

"They’re not yours! Mom has your flowers," you retort, giving him a playful glare.

He chuckles, his eyes sparkling with mischief, probably know what you are planning. "Okay, okay, I get it."

Just then, Minho approaches you, his usual teasing grin in place. "Can you take a picture of me? So you’ll have a souvenir picture of me," he said with a wink.

Pushing aside the urge to roll your eyes. Today, you’re happy for him, even if it’s bittersweet.

"Ha ha ha, I’m honored," you reply with mock sarcasm, but you can’t help laughing with him. You snap the picture, trying to ignore the fluttering in your chest.

"We should take a picture together too," he says suddenly, taking the camera from your hands. He hands it to one of his classmates and stands beside you, draping an arm over your shoulder. You try to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks, secretly pleased to have a picture with him. You’re going to miss him.

After the picture is taken, you slowly extend the bouquet toward him. "These are for you. Congratulations."

Minho’s eyes light up with surprise and genuine happiness as he takes the flowers. "It’s my first time receiving flowers. I’m blushing," he says with a laugh. Then, with a mischievous grin, he adds, "Are you asking me to be your boyfriend? Wait, I need to think about it."

He presses a finger to his temple, pretending to be deep in thought.

You slap his arm lightly, laughing. "It’s a farewell gift, you idiot."

"Wait, you should give me more time to think," he says, closing his eyes dramatically. After a few seconds, he opens them with a playful glint. "Yes. I will be your boyfriend."

You freeze, caught off guard. What?

"So from now on, you’re my girlfriend," he declares, and before you can react, he leans in and plants a quick kiss on your lips.

Your mind spins as his words sink in. "I promised myself I’d wait until you graduate, but I can’t help it—especially since I’m going far away, someone might take you from me." he says softly and laughs, messing with your hair. "So wait for me, okay? I promise I’ll come back to you."

It takes a moment, but you finally manage a small nod, a smile tugging at your lips.

Minho smiles back, his eyes filled with warmth.

You realize then,

more than ever,

that you want him

just as much as he wants you.

[jinnie-ret]

Hiii can I rq a skz x 15 y/o trainy were she acts v gen z n stuff?

generation z

aka 3 times Y/N left the boys feeling old

stray kids x reader (platonic)

genre: fluff, crack

content warnings: none

word count: 1.2k

summary: she's the youngest of the group and the boys can't keep up with her internet slang

Ok first of all I'm sorry my mind got jumbled and I wrote this as the ninth member instead, but if you want to you can still read it as a trainee friend :) also I tried so sorry if you find this cringe lmaoo

MAIN MASTERLIST

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1) Slay

Y/N was currently on a VLIVE with danceracha, not that she was a part of it, but she was the best hypeman around, both the boys and Stays knew this. They were practicing 'Wow', the danceracha track and Y/N was obsessed.

"Wow, wow, wow!!" Y/N shouted along with the song's chorus, comically jumping up and down in the back of the room and waving her SKZ lightstick around. It was quite the scene, Stays laughing in the comments at her enthusiasm whilst admiring the boys dance.

As soon as they finished dancing she cheered loudly for them, handing them their water bottles and reading the comments from Stays.

"'Y/N is the best hypeman', duh!" Y/N jokingly pulled an obvious face at the camera as she continued reading comments, Hyunjin sitting next to her and wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

"'Y/N is so me'," Y/N read out and smirked, "hey Stay..."

"Oh lord," Hyunjin moved away, already anticipating that their maknae was going to do something that would disturb his ears. And he was right to do so.

"I AM YOU, I SEE ME IN YOU-" Y/N sang loudly at the top of her lungs, before Lee Know muffled her shouts with his hand.

"Aigoo, our Y/Nnie is so loud," he patted her head too, a condescending smile on his face.

"Yah hyung! You're normally the loudest! Let her be hyper!" Felix giggled, pushing Lee Know's hands away from Y/N.

"Yeah, Stays think I'm funny!" Y/N stuck her tongue out as the boys and her sat around reading the comments again.

"Go on then, give us a joke, Miss Comedian," Hyunjin poked her cheek.

"Ok, Lee Know your hands smell like cat litter," Y/N shrugged her shoulders and said bluntly, making danceracha burst out into laughter and Lee Know get up to chase her.

"That wasn't even a joke," Hyunjin giggled.

"It was a diss," Felix laughed along, the other two still running around the room. It was too much for Stays to handle, this moment going into many fan compilations in the future.

"Hey, hey Stays," Y/N stood in the middle of the room, fighting against Lee Know as he tried to drag her off screen.

"Hey, Stays, all around the world, you make Stray Kids SLAY!!" Y/N cheered and then squealed as Lee Know lifted her into the air.

"What-" Hyunjin facepalmed, shoulders shaking as he laughed.

"I'm gonna have to use that one," Felix nodded as he giggled.

2) Gyatt

Y/N was currently recording her parts in the ROCKSTAR album, entering the studio with an iced coffee in hand.

"What's poppin?" she matched Han's energy as he laughed and repeated after her, Chan and Changbin shaking their heads with small smiles.

"Ok, Y/N, we're recording Megaverse first, you ready?" Chan pressed the button to speak so Y/N would hear him once she was in the recording booth.

"Aish, my ears!" Y/N jumped at how loud his voice was and ducked down to crouch on the floor, making the staff laugh with the members.

Soon she began recording a small rap part which was new for her, she was part of vocalracha and so was used to singing on their tracks.

"Ok, Y/N, do the same again but just a bit louder, like you want the world to hear your message," Changbin leant over Chan as he gave some advice.

"Ok, ok, I got this," Y/N told herself, "GYATT!" she randomly shouted, before continuing to nod, not hearing or looking at the looks of confusion and amusement spread across the faces of 3racha.

She finished recording her rap part successfully and exited the booth, the boys praising her but they only had one question on her mind.

"What was that you shouted?" Chan rose an eyebrow at her, grinning.

"I shouted a lot of things, you told me to shout my rap," Y/N shrugged with a confused smile, hands resting in the pockets of her hoodie.

"Don't play dumb," Changbin pointed out, messing her hair.

"Ohhh," Y/N realised and laughed, "hey Changbin, just start walking over there for a second."

"Why?" Han laughed from the sofa, wondering what the maknae was up to.

"Just do it," Y/N further prompted and so Changbin sighed and nodded.

"GYATT!!!" Y/N shouted once again, as she very obviously looked at Changbin's butt.

"Omo," Chan covered his ears and laughed in shock.

"Understand now?" Y/N laughed.

"Not really, no," said poor Changbin, who had turned around in shock and didn't see what happened. It was often they didn't understand their maknae's slang words.

3) Rizz

Stray Kids were currently filming for Teen Vogue, taking part in the Compliments Battle, a video that would quickly win over Stays' hearts as one of their funniest videos ever.

Hyunjin, Felix and Jeongin had already gone, the latter unable to take Seungmin's compliments no longer.

"Innie, I'll avenge you," Y/N whispered to her fellow maknae, who in turn grinned right back at her.

"Yah what are the maknaes talking about?" Seungmin have them an unimpressed look, folding his arms.

"Hyung?" Jeongin asked.

"Yeah?" Seungmin asked back.

"Shhh," Jeongin commanded lightly, making the members laugh. Y/N took her seat opposite Seungmin whilst everyone laughed.

"Y/N is so precious, and has the purest soul, Y/N is my... everything," Seungmin stared Y/N dead in the eyes as he spoke to her, the girl cringing.

"Seungmin is my puppy, I love him so much, cute puppy Seungie so talented," Y/N said sweetly, being over the top as she spoke.

"Oh my gosh," Jeongin wrinkled his nose hearing the words.

"I think I just threw up a bit," Seungmin said in English.

"Wah? Who said that about me?" Y/N gasped and laughed.

"I did. About how you just spoke to me," Seungmin laughed at Y/N's face.

"Yah give me a compliment," Y/N folded her arms.

"Ok, ok," Seungmin stopped laughing, "Y/N is my queen."

"Woahhhh, I'm gonna have that on replay," Y/N smirked. "Let's see... Seungmin is so handsome and sexy- I'm not reading that... Forget the tweets lemme use the Y/N rizz," she smirked as she pulled up her sleeves.

"Rizz?" Jeongin repeated after her looking confused.

"Hey Seungmin, what do you say we go on a romantic walk and pee on a lamppost?" Y/N smirked, the guys choking on their breaths as they were shocked at what she said.

"Y/N... What?!" Seungmin gasped.

"He reacted, he's out!" Jeongin clapped happily.

"No, let me keep going I've got more. He's a puppy get it? It's not weird! Hmmm, what else..." Y/N defended herself and began, as her leader shared nervous glances at the staff, but she didn't need to know that. "Hey are you my dog when I'm depressed?" perhaps Y/N left a pause for too long, "because I just wanna... give you... kisses... Guys stop looking at me like I'm weird!"

Jeongin covered his face to avoid her wrath.

"This isn't just Y/N rizz! This is puppy rizz!"

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[first-edition]

Fox and the Hound

Sum-Joffrey wants to send a message to your family after your brother embarrasses him, so he marries you off to his most unwanted man in his court, the hound. But will this marriage truly be a statement for an eyesore, or will it grow into something more. 

Cw for chapter- alcohol consumption on 18+ words and themes overall. Slight angst.

// A/N: just wanted to apologize for the broken links at the beginning of the book since i changed my username they haven’t been working but i assure you I’ll get to fixing them. I will also end up making a goggle docs with the entire book for downloading when this series ends//

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CHAPTER 15

“Sandor” you speak your voice soft as it fills his ears. He looks up to you awakening from his sleep a kind and welcoming smile sits on your face as his vision slightly clears his finger tips running up and down your nude side as the night before now was filled with much needed passion. 

“y/n.” he speaks your name, somehow feeling slightly foreign. The sleep from his eyes is not yet completely clear as your shape and frame begin to come into the dim morning light shining through the curtains of your shard chamber, the morning sun heating the room. 

“Sandor.” your voice sounds again as it sounds more distressed.

“What? I'm right here.” he says, his voice sounding more muffled in his own ears.

“SANDOR! AHHH” you scream a blood curdling scream. 

Sandor jolts away as his horse lets out a soft snort of the fire that was burning far enough away that when it pops none of the coals get on him yet he can still feel the warmth, now burnt out to a mere smoke. 

“Fuck.” he grumbles sitting up rubbing his hand down his face wiping the blurring sleep from his eyes. 

Now he's dreaming about your torment, great. The last thing he needs is to be drunk with you on his way to finding his way back. 

Having fallen asleep outside Planky town after setting up a quick camp, Sandor is back up again to put out the rest of the fire and gather his things before getting back onto the horse and heading to sunspear. The fishmongers and ship traders won't be out for another hour as it's dawn and the sun has only barely risen above the mountain line, but that seems to be all the time he needs.

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Tying up the horse outside the town of sunspear he walks through a cape he stole from his pass through the vaith draped over his shoulder and the hood hiding his face well enough for people not too notice, although his height and large stature is another thing the thriving village marketers seem to be aware of. 

The smell of rotting fish and sweaty overworked men fill his nose causing him to cringe a bit as he walks through the fishing posts to the ship traders docks. A short line of three men is lifted fast before Sandor gets to the head trader. 

“You. I need to know if a woman and young squire passed through here some days ago." Sandor speaks his voice is husky and deep. 

“You're gonna need to be more specific than that, a lot of fair maiden and young men pass through these parts, it's a market after all.” The man with a deep Irish accent speaks looking up to the 6 '7 man. 

“She would be dressed nice and he’d be a fucking squire.” Sandor says gruffly as having been lost from you for around a week or two now has been fiddling with his head. 

“No need for tha’ kinda langue now is there!” the smaller man speaks. 

“The princess of volantis.” Sandor says, pulling his hood off. The man gasps, taking a fearful step back as sandor towers over him. 

“Y-you're the hound aye ‘ou are.” the man says in shock. 

“A band of king's men came a throu’ ‘ere lookin f’er the likes of you.” the trader speaks with a slight shake in his voice. 

“The princess!” Sandor grunts, grabbing the man. 

“No’r I swear it. Don't yah think i'd notice if the damn princess of Vol’antis came through here. Looking fer my own ship to sail.” The trader chuckles is slight fear. 

Sandor lets him go, stepping aside for the actual paying customers as his mind once again runs wild with everything and anything that could've happened to you, the dead horse in his path could mean a dead you. 

“Oi yah Hound ser, no princess has come through my part as of yet, but you best be tryi’n the innkeep. A princess like one yer search’in for would wan’ a roof ov’r her ‘ead to sleep the night away.” The ship trader says clearing sandors head a bit as he point the larger man toward the stone path way showing his the inn sign hanging from afar. With out thanking the ship trader sandor heads twords the sign walking a fast pace for his larger size. 

Opening the door he ducks his head slightly so as to not knock it on the frame; the inn lounge is already half full with the raging market and sleepaway eating breakfast. Sandor walks over the edge and takes a seat in the corner at the empty table not necessarily wanting to be seen. 

A young girl no older than 14 comes up to him and sets down a larger mug a bit small in sandor hands however, but nonetheless pours him ale out of the pitcher she holds. 

“What can I get for you?” she asks. Her voice is small and quiet, reminding him of you when you first met.

“Chicken and bread.” Sandor says, pulling out the leather pouch of coin which he also stole. 

“Th-there's no need ser, it is the lord's day we do not accept coin on such a day.” she says leaving the jug of alcohol in front of him and walks off. Sandor scoffs at the day of religion people take so seriously. Sunday of all days is like no other. He takes the mug of ale to his lips and drinks, quenching his thirst as he gulps it down. 

Not even a moment later an older woman, most likely with the innkeeper's wife, sets down a plate of food for him. 

“Can I get yer anything else ser?” she asks, wiping her hands off on her apron. 

“I'm looking for someone.” Sandor speaks looking at her even while sitting him still at eye level. 

“And who might it be m’lord?” she asks. 

“The princess of volantis and her attending squire.” Sandor speaks again.

“N-no m’lord i would know if i housed a princess under my roof.” She speaks. Sandor grumbles while taking another drink as the woman walks off. He tries to clear his mind as he eats but yet it's still full of worry and despair. Maybe you hadn't gotten there yet with the long walk it would take, no the amount the horse was decayed yud been here, he told to wait.

Once done he gets up leaving a coin despite it being ‘the lord's day.’ He walks past the overly drunk men laughing and others enjoying their meal but stops when his eyes catch the short brown hair and skinny frame. He turns his head seeing her. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asks. 

“Shit.” Ayra curses under her breath as she turns around to face the giant man she used to protect her sister before she ran away. 

“I asked you a question girl. What's a stark bitch like you doing so far." Sandor speaks, stepping closer to her. 

“Same as you giant…h-hiding.” She says Sandor scoffs and exits the lounge only for Arya to follow after him. 

“W-wait.. I need your help.” she says following him as he walks back up the road to the entrance of town to the horse. 

“Fuck off girl.” he demands. 

“No, my brother and mother! I need you to take me to them.'' Arya squeaks out as she almost trips over a loose brick in the road. He stops and huffs out. 

“Why? Why should I do that for you? I've got my own business girl, one that doesn't concern you.” he speaks. 

“I overheard you looking for y/n!” she says, causing him to stop as well. 

“I could help you. I-if you get me to the battlegrounds i’ll give you enough coins and men to find her for you.” she says. 

“I trade you for a coin then?” sandor speaks 

“Yes.” Arya speaks. Sandor sighs shaking his head knowing its going to be a stupid fucking idea. 

“Fine.” he replies and continues to walk out of the town.

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[roseshewrites]

POV: Lucifer comforts you during an ugly cry

-Depressed reader

-Self loathing reader

-Artistic reader

If you need an ugly cry, now's the time. Lucifer's got yah. 💖

You were curled up on the window seat by your bed, staring despondently out at the hellish night sky. 

It had been a bad day for you. 

Nothing had gone wrong per se, but for some weird reason this morning, you had woken up feeling so...sad. You tried to ignore it. You drank your morning coffee, said hello as cheerfully as possible to the other inhabitants of the hotel. Even going so far as to help Charlie and her dad with their day to day patron check ins and inventory detailing.

And to be honest, it was nigh impossible to feel fucking sad around them both. Charlie, with her bright happy demeanor, and the ease that Lucifer chuckled at your jokes, you started to feel around midafternoon that maybe your bad mood that morning was just a random event. 

But, no. 

Because as soon as you were alone, as soon as you realized you had your own shit to do and got back to your room, the silence and isolation of it hit your ears and heart and you just stood there staring at the mess on the floor. 

You had so much to do. Messes to clean up, artwork commissions that people were waiting on, written pieces that needed editing and published; your bathroom was a mess, and you had no clean towels, so you couldn't shower this mood away. The clothes you're in are still relatively fresh but have been worn all day to now, so just to get out of them and into some pajamas would be a blessing. 

 But you had no clean clothes either. They were all in a pile on the floor. 

You don't know how long you stood there just staring at everything, but it was awhile. Long enough for you to curl up on your window seat, fall asleep in the hell's afternoon sun, and ignore the pain that beat in your chest with your heart, and that threatened to make pinpricks of tears form in your closed eyes. 

You had awoken tireder than before, hungry and thirsty, and now just flat out pissed at yourself for napping the day away instead of taking this low maintenance time at the Hotel to deal with your own business. 

You gulped, fighting that emotion, feeling your cheeks heat up with rage at yourself when a soft knock echoed from your door, and you jumped, not expecting it at all. 

"Hey-O, it's Lucifer. Can I come in?" 

His deep voice boomed a bit. Definitely hard to miss. 

"Y-yeah," you called hesitantly, then cringed when the door actually cracked open, spilling light with it onto the carpeted floor of your room which illuminated each and every embarrassing pile of clothing, art supplies, and random clutter that you hadn't been able to bring yourself to pick up in the past week no matter how you berated yourself for it. 

"Oh fuck" you said, "I'm so sorry. It's a mess in here. I'm sorry." 

But Lucifer was already cheerfully making his way across the room, not paying any attention to the inner workings of the room. Thank god.

He waved your apologies away going, "No, no, I've seen worse I promise!" 

Maybe he was inwardly judging you for it. But nothing on his face suggested that at all, actually he seemed mainly focused on having a seat beside you. You scooted over so he could, and the two of you sat in silence for a little bit. 

You played with your hair, willing yourself to speak to him, as he surely must have come in here for a reason, but the words for idle chatter were definitely not in your vocabulary right now. You settled with letting the side of your forehead rest on your window, the cool glass easing your aching head a bit. 

"You okay, kiddo?" He said softly. 

You shook your head silently, not wanting the tears that leaked out at that question. Why was it when someone asked when you were okay, everything hurt even more? 

"I don't know what's wrong with me," you whispered, the tears tracking past your lips, salty and hot. Your lip trembled unwillingly. Embarrassed about this, you bit your lip and fought to get your crumpled face somewhat under control. 

"I could tell something was wrong earlier." 

You peeked at him. He was blurry through the tears but you could make out the round shape of his face, how hell's moonlight illuminated his blond hair and cast shadows across his cheeks. He had his hat off and was holding it in his hands. 

Lucifer spotted you looking, and smiled, his kind crimson eyes crinkling. 

"You could?" You whispered. 

"Yeah, hun. You wanna talk about it?" 

"I - I just-" you gulped, stifling a sob that wanted to rise, and you wanted to talk, but the golfball of anger in your throat prevented you. 

"Hey, hey!" He scooted closer, closing a small dark hand over yours. You nearly flinched at the closeness, but you appreciated the gesture anyway. "Tell me about it. I'm not here to judge, honey, I swear. I promise." 

"I just FEEL like this for no reason!!" You burst out, the emotional whirlwind coming undone, finally undammed in your voice which was horrible and made your heart beat fast, "I have NO REASON to be sad. NONE. And why?! Because my brain decided it one day?! And I'm just stuck like this forever?!" 

The tumultuous sob that broke from you then was ungodly. You had felt this constant sadness as an undercurrent in your chest and stomach for as long as you could remember, and had coped with it as best as you knew how for all that time. And here it was, rearing its ugly face in the form of choking, hot angry sobs that had your body and throat trembling in front of the King of Hell, of all people- 

"Oh sweety, no. Come here. Come here..." 

You felt arms around you, strong and warm, and you tensed, then when you realized he really didn't mind, melted into his arms and allowed him to truly hold you, your face pushed into his chest and silently scream into the fabric of his warm clean smelling jacket. 

He held and rocked you, stroking your hair softly, the rumble of his deep voice vibrating as he said, "Let it out. It's all right. Just let it out. I'm here." 

You clutched his jacket and your breath was hot as the ugly cry wracked you, his shoulder steadying and his hand playing with your hair as he continued to comfort you, as your breathing slowed steadily until it was a series of hiccups that filled you with tiredness. His shoulder was wet, but he didn't seem to mind. 

You sniffed, whispering, "I'm sorry." 

"Why?" 

"Because. I'm upset for no fucking reason. No reason at all." 

"It's called depression, honey. I've been there. Sometimes, you just feel that way. Sometimes it seems like it lasts forever. Like it'll never stop. Right?" 

"...Yeah.." You sniffed again. "I can't. I don't remember. I've never been - completely-" 

"You've never felt all the way normal?" 

"Yeah." 

He released you, digging into his pocket for a handkerchief which he handed you, and you took gratefully, blowing your nose with an embarrassing amount of snot and leftover tears leaking from your itchy eyes. 

"Tell you a secret. I never have, either." 

You looked up, surprised. "You?" 

"Yeah," he chuckled, "Me." 

"The King of Hell has major depressive disorder?" You choked into the wet napkin, unable to help a sob-sounding little giggle - "-Sorry-" 

"No, laugh it's okay, because it is kinda ridiculous, right?" He grinned, "Me. One of the first angels. God's favorite. And there's something chemically wrong with my brain! Go figure, right?" 

"Dude that's fucked up," you giggled, hiccuping. 

"It is, right?!" 

"So effed. Fuck God, honestly-" 

"You're not joking," Lucifer said so seriously that you cracked up into a hysterical giggle, and his booming chuckles filled the room musically. 

"Ahh, fuck," you said, feeling warmer, a lot better, and a little adrenaline-rushed. But calmer. 

"Wanna tell me about it?" 

"It's this," you gestured at the room, "God it's a mess. I have so much to do, and...I've been doing none of it." 

It all poured out of you, then, your story- how over your own head you were with your own chores, the physical ones that were only as simple as laundry, and keeping your area clean, and then continued with the work you needed to do that people were expecting from you. That you expected from yourself but were somehow unable to find the energy for. 

"It just sounds like you're overwhelmed, that's all. And that happens with depression," he related. "You've been fighting for so long, it catches up with you, and you just melt down. I get it, sweety. I do." 

"It just never has before. I usually don't let it get to me like this." 

"And that's okay," he reassured you, "Really. You gotta take the good with the bad. And if you happen to need some help, that's all right too. You might need medication, something to take the edge off. In my experience it doesn't kill the depression entirely, but..." 

"It makes it tolerable?" 

"With how deep yours goes, yes," he said. 

"That sucks." 

"I know, hun." 

"I might never be free from it," you sighed.

"Well there's definitely no cure-all for it, but like I said, there are ways to cope, and ways to fight it, and make it through without losing your mind entirely." 

"I want it to stop. I don't like being this way." 

"Me neither," he agreed. "When it comes to having felt that way for your whole life, I understand. There might not be a way out, but there is a way through. Get it?" 

You nodded, "I think so." 

"Ready to get up and clean your room a little?" 

You smiled, "Yeah.." 

"Come on," he hopped up, taking your hand and helping you up too. You stumbled because you had been sitting so long that your legs were asleep. 

Lucifer cut on some lights- not the overheads, those were too bright for you and made you want to hiss- so the bedside lamp on your night stand was switched on, and the both of you commenced to picking up around the room. 

Lucifer was asking you the occasional question or remarking like "Where do I put this?"- and, "Oh I loved that book, you have good taste-" 

All this until your dirty laundry was confined to a hamper in your closet, your artwork (some of it wrinkled) put into neat piles on your desk, your laptop was found somewhere under the bed, along with a series of truly monstrous dust bunnies and several pairs of shoes you'd forgotten you even owned. 

"I'll do something for you, but just this once," he winked, then snapped his fingers and with a golden -pop!-, your dirty laundry flew into the air from the hamper, rippled itself clean then cascaded one by one into your dresser drawers nicely folded and put away. A fresh scent of tide lingered in the air. 

"Don't go asking me to do your laundry all the time though, kid- oof" 

You had caught him up in a sudden warm hug, squeezing him tight while he chuckled into your shoulder. You'd forgotten you were a whole head taller than him. 

"You're welcome," he grinned up at you. "You gonna be okay?" 

You nodded, and smiled in return, loving how his eyes glinted and shone with that jester like amusement. 

"I'll be okay," you told him. 

After he left, and after you had showered and gotten changed, you sat at the end of your freshly made bed and sighed, waiting for that returning feeling of hopelessness. It tried, but it didn't go very far. You were very tired. 

No, there were a lot of ways that you would never be okay. But there were also people surrounding you who loved you, and care for your well-being and existence. There are ways to cope, like Lucifer was saying, and all that. 'You can be gentle with yourself,' you thought. 'Maybe come back to your work after tomorrow...take a day to unwind and brainstorm..' 

With that in mind, you turned off the lights, crawled in between clean sheets, and dozed off knowing that your journey into healing would continue to grow into something much better than it is now. 

You just have to work on it. 

[pierofilm]

𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: 𝐌𝐘 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 | 𝟏𝟖+ | 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 | 𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐓𝟕 × 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

SUMMARY you couldn't believe how your life could turn out for the worse when you were force to take on the body of the wicked and sadistic daughter of a Duke who has countless of enemies ready to stomp on her once they had the very chance. Eyes seething with vengeance and walls like ears—you had no choice but to protect yourself; you either act like her and therefore risk your life even more or overturn people's perception on her and lay low behind the spotlight. Yet the era you were thrown into seems far more complicated than you think when you attracted more eyes than you planned to do so.

GENRE/WARNING reverse harem, comedy, royal au, romance, fluff, angst, time loop/time travel, politics, 18th century au, attempted tongue mutilation, profanity.

WORD COUNT — 5k

•{ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 ' 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐: 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 }•

"So.. you're telling me," hesitating in gesturing to yourself, "That I'm the daughter of a duke?" the maid nodded slowly, seemingly concerned. "And that I have two brothers.. who are currently out of town. And that I'm the only daughter." your mind fleet away as every word sank in your soul. "And it's the year 1816 right now?"

She nodded again.

And you scoffed terribly, brushing your forehead as you giggled almost like it's a joke. "Yah, who hired you?"

"T-the head took me in a few months ago, milady!"

"No bitch, I was asking who hired you? Which member recommended you to the theater?" You slapped the table repeatedly, "As far as I know, I have never seen you or anyone in my team! Wait—are you perhaps from another team?"

"H-huh, I do not understand what you are trying to imply, milady."

"Stop lying." You pointed your index finger to her face. "Quit acting, where's the freaking cameras? This must be a surprise test, huh?! Come out! I just got into an accident and you all are already giving me an exam for fuck's sake!"

"N-no!" she shrieked terribly much to your cringing face. "I— how- am I.. supposed to? Milady?!" hiccups emitted a couple of times, the girl unable to finish her sentences before suddenly weeping for the nth time, glueing her forehead on the floor

Your jaw dropped, frowning. "Stop calling me that! And h-hey! I haven't even say anything much yet and you're already crying? How much in the script did it actually tell you to cry this much?!"

"My apologies, miladyyy!" her whining cause you to close your ears in frustration, and the two maids behind the door had their head hanging so low it might snap as they pulled their fellow mate away, the familiar old lady from just now came instead, falling on her knees before you.

"Milady." Hanging her head low, she did, as she called out for you. "Perhaps, you don't recognise any one of us?"

"Do I look like I do?" You nonchalantly answered, raising your right leg on top of the chair.

That alone caused the Madame's eyes to ogle out, "Milady! That's very unladylike to sit! Please do not—"

"Excuse me? If you are trying to mould me into a—" swaying your hand in patterns, "Feminine, lovable, innocent wife for your boss. Then fucking quit it."

"Milady!" The Madame taken aback by you, proceeded to go outside, urging the maids to call upon someone. "Oh lord, what has happen to the lady that she had to utter such vile words!"

—♚—

Stress.

Indeed, the entire manor was engulfed with nothing but pure stress with your total switch of a personality—for the very reason of you barging the door without knocking, walking very unladylike, pushing yourself out the first floor's window to look out the garden, or even at worse cases which had their orbs ogling out terribly was when you pull up your gown with the reasons of it being tremendously hot, or when you plucked out the hair ornaments on your hair, or any accessories at sight.

“Lady (Name)... seems so different, doesn't she?” says the young servant as she pours a bucket of water on the marble floor.

“I like her a bit now, though.” the other replied.

“You sure about that?—” they both raise their head up to you standing afar with your head shooting outside the patterned holes of the walls. "The lady.. truly acts eccentric nowadays. I heard the doctor diagnosed with her mental problems."

"Don't tell me you're having such thoughts! Where did you even heard such baseless rumors? Keep that to yourself or else you'll earn it."

"Ugh, fine." The servant groaned to herself. "Honestly, I truly think the chandelier could've possibly damaged the lady's brain to the point she had a total switch of personality."

“Well, at least, we aren’t reprimanded as we used to.” The other replied. "Aren't you glad of it?"

Unknown to the wonders of this new, or atleast old world. A distant feeling consumed your heart as you could be the only one right here, right now. All alone by yourself—you've finally come into conclusion that you truly, were indeed, in the era of 1816.

What a fucking joke.

A teacup snapped into numerous pieces across the carpeted floor, dark brown contents splattered horrendously before the maid's horrific realisation, ultimately falling on her knees.

“I'm–m! I apologise! I deserve to die but no– no! Please I have a family to feed! Certainly they would fall into their demise upon my death, I greatly beg you young lady! Please!”

Baffled over her exaggerated and frantic reaction as if you were going to get her beheaded at any moment just because of a simple fallen teacup and its scattered leafy tea on the carpeted red floor. You laughed awkwardly, “It’s o-okay? It’s just a teacup afterall?”

"I-it's not! My lady, I greatly apologize!" She weep in pure agony, faint red dripping from her forehead as she slammed it repeatedly on the floor.

You stood there in slight shock at the desperate actions of the maid, why are they so beyond frightened of you? Did what you heard were actually true?

The young lady of this family, you heard—after a series of gathered information from what you've came to piece the puzzle together; the daughter of the duke was a one cunning and merciless lady, with an extreme intelligence surpassing of that the highest scholar in the country but one that had been deemed beneath the soil for the duke, her father—had ordered for it.

That she, a woman, shall only stay inside her home, and appease her soul by waiting for a hand in marriage. It's such an atrocious joke, really. How could you even wonder, some parents just don't deserve a child for they only deemed their child's existence as an investment. Not more than that.

The young lady also had a blast of short temper, judging by how the maids often whimper and tremble when you appear before them—acting as if their life was on the edge of the cliff every single time.

You overheard one of them that the lady had ordered for a public humiliation for one of the previous maids who dared to go up against her, stripping her off her dignity and letting men devour her like a dangling fresh meat.

She's like a ticking time bomb.

It had you a tad bit conflicted over what to feel with the lady, or whether to think of her as a completely wronged lady whose talents were gone to be drained by the father, or a spoiled brat using her power to trample on the weak.

Sighing as you watched the garden out the window, surely—it shouldn't be any of your concern right? Anything personal regarding the lady should be scrapped, and only what's necessary should be kept for you have to survive in her body with the infamous reputation she earned—till you're able to find a way back to your original life.

Tapping your chin as you brought yourself in a deep thought, you were contemplating over what to do. Right, your lips pulled up into a slight beaming smile that had the maids eyes widening in utter surprise, unable to process the eccentric sight before them.

"Get up, dear." The maid trembled slightly with your hands pulling her up in a gentle manner, "It's perfectly fine, such trivial mistakes had no need to waste such a tremendous energy upon. You may go now."

"Thank you, milady!" she held her head down before walking off but you had a bunch of curiosity you'd been dying to ask since awhile, and the maid seems the fairly perfect person to ask.

"Stop."

"Y-y-yes, milady?"

"I want you tell me about something-"

And that question was how the lady had got into an accident, since you overheard the passing maid that the lady had been in a coma for almost a month, and no one outside the manor was to be inform about it. That she had to be acclaimed as all well and safe. You furrowed your eyebrows, wondering how and why?

How did she got into one and why are they trying to keep it? Sure, the lady had such a bad temper and merciless indeed that she definitely would have plenty of souls desiring to get back on her while she's rendered unconscious. But surely, it ain't that serious? It isn't as if the young lady had a status as high as the princess or the queen.

Your curiosity were confirmed though as the young maid told you everything; that the lady had attended a noble event as she often did so her entire life, a daily occurrences for nobles like the prince and princesses, duke and duchesses and their children, royal officials and high status people to attend to. However on that fateful day, the lady had a dance with a prince and as they do so on the dance floor. The chandelier above the ceiling tragically fell on top of them; the lady and the prince.

It wreck a horrendous havoc in the ballroom and the guards immediately gathered before their unconscious bodies.

The rest was history, and only the young lady's father the Duke and a few royal officials had a knowledge about this tragic incident. Not even the young lady's brothers had any knowledge of it as they were currently out the state. They kept it a secret as to find the culprit, because once the news of the young lady and the prince being in a state of coma came out; the culprit certainly would come back.

Regarding the prince, no one had known how he is currently now. Only assuming that he, too, might still be in a coma just like you are.

The chandelier.. it sort of the same as the incident on the theater. How is this possible? Could this be a mere coincidence?

"That's all I can say, milady."

"Ah, I couldn't thank you enough." you rubbed her hand which causes her cheeks to flushed in both shock and embarrassment, her eyes beaming as she nodded frantically.

"You can count on me, milady!"

You've decided for now to go on easy on them, for now, that is. It's quite difficult to make a decision for this body that doesn't belong to you. But you'd have to ease up a little, and observe your surroundings by studying everyone's characters in this manor. By then, you'll definitely know what to do until you can think of a way to get back to your real life.

A few days had passed since then, and surprisingly they had called atleast a few private doctors the manor had, and yet they couldn't exactly tell what was wrong with you. You rolled your eyes, how could they? How could a doctor could possibly know that you were another soul, from the modern era in someone's body. Might as well call the shaman for this, but you ain't gonna risk that and possibly had yourself labeled as a witch.

Sighing, just why every door has terrible outcome behind them?

Apparently, after a series of failed attempts, the doctor simply assume that you might have an amnesia. Of course, they were skeptical as the chandelier didn't even collide against your damn head so how could you even? Trauma? Probably. That's why the doctor had asked for you to recuperate first and they'll return after a two weeks.

"We can never tell more than five people as it would surely start a rumour and possibly threaten the house of Solon, especially you, milady, has a significant position in the political affairs along with your father, the Duke."

"Losing a fragment of memories, is a fatal mistake. If by any chance it is proven, we had to keep it as a secret. We surely would help you regain your memories back by then, milady."

You could only nod and go along with them as you sipped through your teacup. What else have you to say? Your only one priority is to get back to your old life as soon as you can. Who cares what they are up to?

Somewhere in the manor's quarters—the news quickly reached the every and each person's ears, causing havoc and surprise onto everyone's faces.

"So it's due to the lady losing her memories, that she's treating us good now?"

"I didn't know that was possible!"

"Ha, we could use this to our own advantage."

—♚—

Over the course for the past few weeks, you brought a hell lot of papers with you, stacking them up in the library where you could see them easily.

A role.

Another role, the young lady; you studied the young lady's character by gaining as much as information you could gather by the maids and guards, or anything you could lay your eyes on, either by blatantly asking them or by sneaking in to their conversations.

Taking a deep breathe in, your eyes fluttered as it opens—the dust particles floating in the sun rays flew past your vision, the background gradually growing vague and blurry. Lifting your feet, and another one and so on through the entire room; imitating the lady's way of walking, and how she carries herself, how she talks, how she reacts, how she gaze at someone depending on who they are.

It wasn't perfect, for the information was tremendously limited. However, you had to do best with what you only have.

Somehow, you notice yourself growing somewhat petty and impatient in this body. You weren't entirely sure if it's a fragment of the lady's personality, or yours. It's just that, you tend to voice out without thinking much nowadays which kind of scares you.

Sighing tremendously like any other day you did as you sat on the bench in the center of the garden, where you've been seating yourself for quite awhile now to revise your plans but for some reasons which had you annoyed was another maid standing beside you. You tried to hushed her away before but she reasoned with you that she was assigned to look after you, for you still haven't recovered. How are you suppose to do it with her presence then?

"Look at me, I'm already walking!"

"But, milady. It's dangerous."

"Oh god, leave me alone." Standing up on your feet with these pair of heels drilling a hole on your sole, you lifted your gown, grabbing your heels much to the maid's utter shock and went on your way to the manor, completely bare feet. Thinking of what to eat for today before doing the rest of what you want to do in your room instead. Scrap the fresh air while revising your plans, seriously.

"Milady!" the maid held the need to ask for you to slow down as she gradually increase her speed after you who were obviously trying to evade her.

The sun must be plotting to burn you alive today, seriously. Sure, it was nice to live in such an extravagant, wealthy ass manor but it reminds you nothing but of your parents, totally irritating.

Hm?

You paused on your tracks when your peripheral vision caught sight of an intricate carriage pulling up in the entrance. Curiosity engulfed your foggy mind as you squint to take a good look of who's inside it.

"Milady!—ah!" The maid almost stumble on your back, gulping immensely down her throat as she almost sell her life for the day.

“Who’s.. that?”

The maid followed your line of vision, eyes widening at what met her sight. “Oh! That is Sir Noa!"

"N-noa?"

"Yes! Milady, that is the third son of the Solon family, young Marquess Noa. It is your younger brother, young lady.”

Your younger brother.. your younger brother? your younger brother—what?!

Wait-what? You let out a breath of gasp as the young tall man with humongous dark aura circulating over him—step one foot each closer and everything behind him grew smaller. His intimidating orbs softens into spring like gentle of the petals and his lips kisses his rosy cheeks as he continued to get closer, closer..

And closer.

“Young lady.”

His hair—as if a silk fabric of black and golden blond pouring altogether like a brewed tea to the quarters of a patterned teacup. Pouring down over to cover bits of his flattery eyelashes. His voice; just so much akin to his aura yet it seems like as if he intentionally softens his vocal chords to match your feeble form, yet still strong enough as if to acknowledge your presence.

“I’ve came home.”

"U-uh, welcome home?" you gave him a small smile, unsure if it's the right thing to do but still it won't hurt since he's supposedly the lady's younger brother, right? Fuck. You seriously have no idea, you forgot to ask the maid whether the lady and this boy are close enough.

Yet the first thought you had was, just how old the hell is this boy for him to be this tall?!

He cleared his throat. "I had to say that I missed you alot after horrendous months without being by your side, sister. How have you been doing?

You're about to cringe, he called you sister? What are you supposed to say, brother? I'm certainly doing fine, brother! Or, why are you even asking this, brother? Or, i've just went to—ugh! Just go along with it, seriously!

Shaking your head with a small smile forming on your lips, "I'm doing all well, brother."

His eyebrows knitted in utter confusion. Well shit, was that a wrong call?! "B-brother? Have you ever called me that?"

"U-uh-"

"Sir," the maid exclaimed a tad bit loud for your throbbing ears, "The lady are currently recuperating after falling into terrible sickness, I had to bring the lady to get her daily meds right now."

"Wait? Sickness?" Noa furrowed, the bright smile on his face dissipates as worry consumed his heart. "Milady, are you- no, I assume you don't feel any pain, now?"

"Y-yes, I rested alot, actually."

Noa was about to say something but held the need to do so, opting to brought his usual smile. "I was actually wondering if we could have a sparring session by noon like we always used to, but hearing such terrible news made me think that we could do that some other day."

Uh? S-sparring session? W-what is he saying? You stuttered as you ask him. "Sparring session?"

"May I be as bold as to get your permission again to hold a sparring session with you milady, as we often did? I've improved quite more than you think, milady."

What the fuck are you suppose to say? What in the sparring session is he saying? Swords? Fighting swords? And does he mean the real heavy words that the knights used?! The sword you used during theater are only made out of plastic, and was the only material you practice during lessons, so you couldn't imagine how the real swords would feel on your palms. It dawned on you on that one particular day that you tried to grab the real deal of a sword in an exhibition, and your wrist almost break in a half because of it!

What are you supposed to say now? Should I reject it? Should I take it? But he was asking for my permission! But keyword was freaking 'again'! It means the lady has never rejected her younger brother's request for sparring session! What should I do? You weep into your internal void.

"Sure." your tongue betrayed yourself, well goodbye to your life. The young man instantly had a smile so beaming it blinded your vision, saying a few more words before he soon took his leave, pressing a soft kiss on your hand before doing so.

"Oh, shit." you stood there, utterly frozen.

"Milady, you—yourself often went to sparring session with the guards whenever you had a slight change of mood, or when you need to take some fresh air. It was a usual hobby you and your younger brother often do together—what's wrong milady?"

"N-nothing, it's just the heat, I assume."

—♚—

A dinner with your supposedly younger brother for now turn out to be fairly serene, not that you'd expect it to be utter chaos but you were thinking that he would bombarded you with numerous questions, however you were beyond glad that it isn't the case. You took numerous glances at him taking a couple of sips from his teacup, as he thumbed through the pages of his book.

Noa, seems rather quiet than what his outer demeanour looks like—you'd expected him to atleast be bold or atleast a sharp tongue alike his piercing orbs. However, maybe it's too early to say. Plus, he probably has a different treatment towards each person. So were you actually right that he had a close relationship with his sister, the lady?

Time will only tell.

Ugh, this is trouble. You couldn't stop your hand from trembling pathetically even when you gripped it with the other as you walked side by side with Noa to the site where the sparring session will be held. You were about to cry over how scared you were and seriously, you actually thought that maybe you could pretend over how weak you are due to your sickness. Ha! That's it, that's definitely it. Play swords with him a little and then pretend you got hurt, fall to the ground, and faint! Perfect.

Determination blazes your orbs, as you stood before the young man who has now a pair of swords on his palms. With a bright grin on his face as he twirls the other onto his right hand, showcasing his talents to you. Huh, this kid. It's as if he's trying to show you how good he is in such an odd way. But that's normal isn't? A little kiddo proving his strength to his older siblings?

"Milady, here." the sword on his left palm caused you to sweat cold despite the scorching sun above the sky. You formed a smile awkwardly, wondering how you could even grab the sword.. Should you grab it with your two hands? But wouldn't that make it too obvious for the boy? You're dead either way, honestly.

Circling your fingers beneath the handle had you shutting your eyes tight, gripping it—afraid of what is about to happen.

"Sister?"

Your eyes shot open upon his voice calling out for you, concern adorning his sharp features. "Are you okay?"

"O-oh yes?" You forced a smile, "I am, no need-" Hold for a freaking second, what is this? Your widened orbs fell on the sword on your right hand, squinting at how oddly.. light it was. Like it wasn't heavy at all? Huh- oh my god?

Don't tell me that this is perhaps because of the lady's body? That she is probably capable of swordsmanship? Why have you never heard from the maids about the lady's skill in swordsmanship? Did they or did they knew about it? Either way, you had to find it out later. As your mind were currently amazed that you had never thought that you would gain her strength! How could you forget? It is your soul that currently hosts the lady's body.

You were beyond ecstatic to hold a light sword, amazed by your newly found ability, you tried to swing the sword in such a way that it feels like clouds. This is it. You could push through this and not risk your life before the lady's brother.

"Sister, that's not how you hold a sword."

Uh? Your eyes terribly widened, instantly holding yourself from playing with the sword any further. Alerted by his words, you were dumbfounded over what to answer.

A low, lighthearted giggle instead met your ears. "I didn't know that you, my sister, had the ability to joke?"

Shaking his head in amusement, "Everyday you intrigued me, sister." launching his sword up in the air, you prepared for his attack by dodging it slightly.

Your speed. That was new. Your vision fixated on every motion of Noa's tight grip on his sword as he prepares for another attack, somehow someway—his movement sort of felt like quite slow to you.

It's not that he's slow, it's that you could calculate his movement in a tremendous speed that you could dodge it easily. Amazement consumed your thoughts that this is truly the lady's ability. Pulling a slight smirk, you raised your sword and in an instant—it collided against Noa's, a total stare down occurs for a couple of seconds when you caught his eyebrows furrowing.

Huh?

He pulls away, stepping backward as he twirls his sword in his index finger.

"Why did you?"

Tilting his head sideways back and forth, he lets out a tiny scoff which had your stomach churning. "Nothing in particular, milady."

"Right- Agh!" you shut your eyes tight at his inhumane speed, beyond surprised at his impatience of not letting you finish your sentence. He's too strong, too much strong for you. Noa tightened his grip on his handle, pressing the blade's weight even harder on yours which causes your foot to lose it's footing, stumbling slightly but before you could prepare, you gasped at Noa raising his arm up in the air, launching the sword onto your face.

Is he trying to kill me?! Why is he getting faster each second?!

You pushed up your sword against his blade almost as fast as you, yet once again you were beneath the soil and he has the upper hand. You tried to counterattack against him but you yelp in pain when he suddenly pulls away once again, causing the blade to graze against your palms.

“Sister!?” Noa immediately get on his knees, his voice stuttering as he took your wounded hand in his. His lips blowing a breeze on your hand, causing you to frowned as you hissed at the slight pain. You observed him looking after you with the utmost care, as if you truly meant a lot to him, or the lady, apparently.

“Sister? May I ask you something?”

“Y-yes brother?” shit, that sounds too awkward for you to be honest. You could never get used to it.

"You're not her, aren't you?" A deathly silence occurs as he lifted his attention on you with his intense sharp upturned eyes that held infatuation awhile ago, but now a cold indifference inside.

You froze, “H-huh?”

Your maid's jaw dropped upon falling on your form, dropping the laundry basket she was holding as she strides off to you, “Milady! Are you okay?!”

Noa raises his palms at the approaching maid, "Stop right there."

H-how did he know? Your hand clutches the hem of your dress, your inner heart shaking vigorously as he took each step closer to you. Instinctively lowering your head down as his purplish and golden woven patterns on his collars came into view, the sunlight being covered by the growing grey dark clouds.

"The young lady ain’t this feeble and pathetic, weird isn’t?” his voice strikes your rampant heart cold and deep akin to the glint on his sword, wrapping his hand around your wrist, tightening it much to your growing pain. “She could never make such trivial mistake and yet, you did."

“Noa, what do you think you’re doing?!” You exclaimed, you tried to hold the lady's character and yet you can't help the way your heart was shivering to your core. How can you when this guy before you is just as much as his sister?! "Touching me without my permission like this is atrocious!"

They emitted a total intimidating aura, with those piercing orbs threatening to devour you alive. You had a slight wonder if he had the same infamous hobbies as his sister? Those eyes held downright blood lust inside it, you couldn't imagine how far he would go once he knew that you weren't the young lady. You couldn't even have the opportunity to study this man at all! You've failed!

"And you see, I've been observing you for quite awhile. The way you carry yourself, the way you turn and look at me—is nothing alike the young lady.”

How did he notice? How come?! You've studied the young lady's character very well, you imitated every single thing of her and yet he notice and are able to see through you. Wasn't there enough information? Have you made the wrong call?

A scoff of disbelief escapes his lips as his dragon eyes narrowed even further, “And you see, the young Lady has never called me by the name Noa when we're by ourselves together."

You tried to keep yourself still and firm as he keeps closing the distance dangerously between you both.

“She..” his voice turns into a feathery like brush against the edges of your lips, yet held a thousand prickly needles along the tip. “—calls me Riki.”

Your eyes widened horribly at his words. Well what in the actual fuck, congratulations, you're officially being sent into the coffin! How could you ever know of a nickname between siblings?!

His eyes sharp and intense, akin to dragons roaring thunders and fires mixing with thousands of swords bound to rip your flesh apart. He grabbed your wrist even tighter you could let out a yelp yet you held the need to do so as he pulled you closer, forcing you to look at his intense spiraling dark orbs.

“Who are you?”

What are you supposed to say now? This man is no fool. One word and he might, no—definitely he would rip your head apart for fooling him. After all, the lady's are deemed to be a wicked person, then how couldn't he as her younger brother turned out to be the same well?

Think, (Name)! Have your skill had truly gone to waste? Your palms supporting your torso had been trembling so much you swore you are about to faint.

“Huh? Am I seeing this right? Marquess Noa using such force against his older sister?” an unfamiliar face appeared in the distance, approaching you two. "That's quite un-gentleman of you, I fear."

You observed as Ni-ki’s eyes rolled in annoyance before he turned over his shoulder and it gave you a clear view to the person in question. “Perhaps, you shall keep your pathetic nose inside your quarters, shouldn’t you, General?”

Shrugging his shoulders, the man did. “I don’t know,” your rattled orbs fell upon a jet black slicked hair, faint smirk paired with those glowing grey orbs, a scabbard hanging down his hips as his overalls consists of intricate patterned jacket over his inner black shirt with few buttons off, exposing his well toned chest and neck adorned with gleaming jewels. “Maybe we shall ask you then, milady?”

Who the fuck is this other guy?! Why they keep appearing one after another?! Can't they give you a break?! You were beyond cornered as if your feet were on the scattering edge of the cliff with those two pair of orbs looking down at you—their intimidating and piercing aura threatening to consume you akin to an enormous eagle and a hissing black panther before you, who's only a mere tiny bouncing bunny.

Would this really be the end of your life?

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[captianbrnes]

Seasons

Summary: You want to prove to Bucky that you'll always be beside him

: Bucky Barnes x !reader

warnings: nothing really, just insecure Bucky kind of

word count: around 300

a/n: pls give me feedback on anything! I'm not really a writer I just do this for fun so any feedback is needed lol

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“Buck- Bucky you’re gonna choke me” you squeal out while he has his arms around your shoulders hugging you tight in the kitchen of the compound.

“Can’t help it, just too cute, '' Bucky says before snuggling closer to you, burying his head more into your neck if even possible. “Get a room would yah now-” “shut it bird brain”.

You can't see because of the strong arms blocking you but by the sound of it you can guess that Sam entered the room. Mustering all the strength in you, you’re able to break free from the arms of your boyfriend strolling out the kitchen back to your room but don't get too far before you feel someone walking right behind you.

“Going to your room baby? We can watch a movie if you want”, he says after catching up to you. After you agree, the both of you settle in your shared room choosing to turn on a cringe romance movie neither of you paying attention.

“Do I ever tell you how beautiful you are?” Bucky says looking at you mesmerized. “Only once every ten minutes.” You giggle out while playing with his fluffy hair. “God and that laugh too… wanna’ hear it for the rest of my life if i could.”

“I mean you could if you want..” you faintly whisper out just loud enough for the super soldier to hear. Clearly surprised by your answer he quickly states back, “ Really? You'd really want to spend forever with me?” He genuinely was surprised anyone would reply positively.

“Of course Buck, I mean you’re literally perfect. Your smile and everything, I mean look at you!” You exclaim happy to see Bucky’s smile back on his face. “You know I love you right?” you tell him scared that he didn't realize.

“Yeah you only tell me one hundred times a day” he laughs out after you slap his shoulder. After the conversation you and Bucky spend the rest of the night snuggled up together watching cringe romance movies.

Even though you know it’ll take awhile, you wont stop trying to prove you'll be with Bucky forever, through all seasons.

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a/n: idk if my requests are open but if they are feel free to request anything since I'm not the most creative. I also might post at random times since I'm in school but I'll try to get out as much as possible.

[asurrogateblog]

Elaboration on how to "list of ways to insinuate mclennon in a conversation without sounding like a freak and with enough plausible deniability that you could segue into a different unrelated topic seamlessly" would be fantastic, I need some Irl mclennon besties to talk to.

you see the reason I haven't made that a real slide yet is because it's a very difficult line to ride and I'm not sure that I have actual advice. let's all be honest no one is going to win cool points for bringing mclennon up so it's really more of an issue of minimizing cringe. the best way to do that would be to not mention it at all. but unfortunately. I really. want to.

a good strategy seems to lure them into a normal conversation about the beatles and sprinkle in something like "my favorite ones are the ones about each other" and hope that they ask you to elaborate on what you mean (or don't, allowing you to move on)

a bolder in-route is to wait for a moment in an unrelated conversation for someone to say something completely unbelievable and sardonically respond "yah, and paul mccartney says he and john lennon weren't fucking" as if that's just a saying

perhaps too specific to me, but as you may have noticed I am personally a big fan of paul's many sightings of john lennon's ghost and other related mystical bullshit so if you play it right essentially any conversation about the supernatural can be steered in the right direction

of course, this all depends on the background knowledge of the people you're talking to. I'm not sure how easy it's gonna be to find irl mclennon truthers, since it seems to be a shockingly rare viewpoint in the greater beatlemania diaspora and people who know a lot about the beatles seem to be....resistant to the concept. counterintuitively it's easiest to convince people who know nothing about the beatles because they have no stake in it. I just said outright to my best friend "yah paul mccartney and john lennon were in love" and there was no backlash because do you know what her next question was? "who is john lennon?"

[petitebonnie]

☆FNAF Plus Bonnie x Reader☆

Includes: introduction to AFAB Reader and Bonnie.

Characters: Fnaf plus Bonnie

(A/N: Sorry for the lack of posting! Haven't had the motivation and just graduated high school. Lot on my plate, but I'm so happy to see people enjoying my stories.)

This pizzeria normally didn't give you the creeps as a kid. As you grew older, it really began to crawl under your skin. You were applauded seeing them now as an adult. Your friends thought it would be nice to bring you here for your 20th birthday. Non stop teasing you about your favorite animatronic, Bonnie. Enjoying your friends' company but not so much with all the screaming smelly children running around.

No, to mention the weird smell.

After a few bites of greasy pizza, blowing out birthday candles, you went off to the bathroom. Even the hall looked scary enough, something out of a cliche horror movie you thought. Slowly walking through the halls, opening the bathroom door. The lights were dim and flickered. You reached for the soap, but none to be found. Cringing at the thought of having greasy hands all day. Wiping them with napkins wasn't the same as keeping your hands freshly rinsed in clean water. Quickly going into the mens restroom to borrow soap.

" What're you doin' in here, stranger ? "

Flinching harshly, turning towards the handicap bathroom stall. His presence almost felt real. His hand was holding the stall open, only a crack open. You saw his eyes. It frightens you enough seeing his smile. Quickly wandering your hand around to find the soap machine. Maybe ignoring him would single him to go away. Bonnie's eyes followed your hand, then to you. Bringing your hand back to your chest.

" Do you need somethin, Miss ? "

He approached you, opening the bathroom stall he was no longer in. Backing u up against a wall. His face was expressionless now. Bonnie pulled his suspenders nervously, earning a tiny slap. He had no damn eyebrows, which made him more terrifying. Tilting his head, earning a rusty sound from his neck. You then pointed at the sink.

" I need to.. wash my hands. " you said.

Showing him your shiny, greasy hands. Carefully maneuvering around him, his eyes only watched you as u did so. Grabbing a bit of soap and washing your hands. You made your way to the door. Only to be stopped but a big purple paw.

" Whats your name, darlin? "

" My name is (Y/N). Do u mind moving out the way?? " You reached for the handle, rattling it. His hand still blocking the door. You eyed him, trying your best to intimate him.

" Move, please! " You grabbed his hand, pulling at it. It wouldn't budge. He only chuckled and reached for your shoulder, pulling u backwards towards him.

" Dont yah know, a gentlemen like me open doors for pretty ladies like your self?!. "

Bonnie's hand that blocked the door was now gently opening it for you. But you didn't move, nor did his big paw on your shoulder move away. You stared up at him, finding his half lidded scarlet eyes looking down at you. His face looked very smug but in a kind way?

" ..Thank you, Bonnie. " You softly rubbed his hand for reassurance. You couldn't see, but his cotton tail wagged a bit. You walked out of the men's bathroom and found your friends.

The rest of the day, Bonnie his glanced at you and watched you interact with your friends. Whenever you saw his gaze he only smiled and winked.

You started to visit the pizzeria more often.

[jessidogg]

Hey! Question: Who is your favorite BroZone brother?

OMIGOSH

OKAY

IMMA BLAB FOR A WHILE GUYS IM SORRY-

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I LOVE BRANCH SO MUCH EEE HE HAS ALWAYS BEEN MY FAVORITE CHARACTER BUT I BEGAN TO LOVE HIM WAY MORE WHEN THE 3RD MOVIE CAME OUT IM SORRY IM INSANE LOL

I love his personality, he's just so sarcastic and smarticle (yes that's a word- now) and so sweet all at the same time.

It's like whenever you see Poppy being rlly rlly crazy giddy and start to go overboard you're thinking "okay this is getting too much"

!!BOOM!!

there's Branch and his pessimistic attitude and ur all like "phew, I can breathe now :D"

I'M JOKING I LOVE POPPY

I also love Justin Timberlake's voice, and he brings the character out of Branch SO WELL. If Justin Timberlake didn't sing songs that make me cringe, then I would SO LISTEN TO HIS MUSIC.

(Sorry, JT, I can't do ur cheesy love songs, they're gross😘)

If it had to be another character other than Branch, than I'm guessing it's Clay or JD.

I think it's Clay tho honestly, tho JD is def right behind Clay.

CLAY IS SUCH A FUN CHARACTER he's all like "im not the fun guy i live in the port-a-potty, see?" and his bros are all like "yeah, ur still the fun guy" and Viva's all like "i love this dude guys" and we're all "yup we know"

I love reading Jaden and Lee's books on Wattpad bc it captures their personalities SO MUCH

If you guys haven't read it (Trolls: Tales Of The Band) on Wattpad, please do, ITS SO GOOD and the art is adorable!

I also found out that Jaden's favorite BroZone character is also Clay, so I'm happy about that lol!

So yah. My main character is Branch and always will be, but Clay is right behind him with JD following.

FOLLOW @brozonelovergirl SHE'S AWESOME AND SO NICE, IM SO GLAD SHE JOINED TUMBLR

hope this answered your question 😘😘

Love ya! -@jessi4branchifer

[totaldrama-showdowns]

Submissions for Most Transgender that didn’t make it into the bracket!

Duncan (2)

Idfk transmasc Duncan who also happens to be misogynistic is hilarious to me and makes him such a better character

Look,

Sammy (2)

How to make poorly-developed characters infinitely more interesting: transgenders them. That is a nonbinary egg

Demi-girl. fuck it, gives her cool gender juice

Crimson (2)

transmasc crimson

She's got that transfem swag. to me

DJ (2)

nomebinary. he likes lemonade

dj is so transgender in all ways but ive recently become rather fond of transfem dj. people keep telling her to man up and she's like huh? :(

Mal (2)

agender. He's been he/it

Yeah I know I just submitted svetlana but mal is also trans...

Wayne (2)

Wayne

Raj (2)

gay AND trans because i said so

Geoff (2)

He is canonically dickless. (That one moment in X-Treme Torture where they did not censor between his legs despite him lacking pants). Also he’s totally the type to display his top surgery scars proudly.

katie and sadie (2)

changing their names to be similar to eachother. its cute.

cody (2)

t4t coderra please please please

he's got toy cringe

Chase (2)

ripper do you think I'm transgender

he's rep for trans guys who are assholes!!!

Justin (2)

nobody will get it but me but trans girl justin please...

Intern Girl / That one intern that wayne helped (2)

Mike (2)

Tyler (2)

T4T LYLER SEE MY VISION..... he could go any way for me i love transmasc tylers i love transfem tylers....... i love you tyler

Jen (2)

You know Bulletproof heart... yeah Johnny/Jenny

she just gives transbian

Staci (2)

She's got that "just started transitioning" haircut

actually her great great great great great great grandparent invented gender. mhm. yah.

Junior (2)

i like to think the reason dwayne sr is all "man men manly men" is because he's trying to bond with his recently out son and supporting him in his transition. he's just being weird about it

Sam

She’s just an egg!!

Emma (2023)

Wanna know why we got another Emma after ridonculous race? It’s because TD Emma named herself after RR Emma during her transition

millie

nonbiney swaggr

transfem ennui

Chris McLean

Trans rights, sure, but Chris supports trans wrongs

scarlett

the mtf creature ever

all of them

none of these fuckers are cis

Dakota

both shawn and dave together

maybe its just all the fanart but they really bring out each others transmascness

Kitty

she is just so non-binary to me

Axel

Ripaxel can also be yaoi

Eva

Blaieneley (is that how u spell it??)

divorced trans swag

Me

Nichelle

Courtney

i can see it

Gwen's face

Gwen is trans therefore the boat "Gwen's face" is also trans. In this essay I will

Beardo

he has fucking voice dysphopria

Dave

failcore

Leonard

cant grow his own fucking wizard beard

rodney

stupid lesbian

topher

he transitioned just to rival chris

Caleb

i need to give him a redeeming feature

Emma tdr

transfem swag

brody

Kelly

milf and also trans. the whole package

Mary

that is just a trans woman in stem

tammy

she'z cute

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Neurodivergency stuff:

Having a character hyperfixation is so bizarre

[a rant about how character hyperfixations are different than special interests, how seeing Hobies makes me feel, and also daydreams that I don't necessarily control]

I talk about stuff like this here because I feel it should be normalized 🥺😁

I love Hobie. He's my hyperfixation.

But it's not like a special interest or normal hyperfixation. Like I love trains and subways and metros and I'll eat up ANYTHING about them but like - the interest is completely from an intellectual standpoint.

My Hobie hyperfixation is completely different.

Bruh I get about as much comfort looking at his photo as I do like hugging my own mother or some shit and that's not an understatement

Especially actual screenshots of the movie. Like I love fanart but for it to hit right it has to be 'actually him'.

Looking at photos of him genuinely calms me down and thinking about his voice makes me feel safe. I trust him.

I can accurately 'daydream' about him doing almost anything in vivid detail, but I'm not necessarily in control of him in those daydreams. There are just certain things he won't do. If I ask him a question I won't know the answer unless I 'ask' him. And if I don't like is answer I can't just change it cause he said what he said!!!

Um but yeah at least for me it's way more than 'Oh I love this character and reading fics about him' and way closer to 'this is somehow a person to me I talk to through my head. And I can feel the same warm feelings towards him as I do an actual existing human.

I know I can't touch him or hug him - and that gives the exact same emotion as if you were missing a friend that went away to college.

I know it's not the same, but my brain produces the same feeling from different scenarios than other people.

Like just by looking at this photo I can imagine the way his vest feels and what is like to hold his hand, and the fabric of his shirt, the way he smells, his guitar by my leg - and it's like ... I'm not trying to do that that's just what happens when I look at the photo

AND I CAN'T EXPLAIN IT ANY OTHER WAY OR ANY CLEARER AND I-

At least twice I week I have a daydream of Hobie rubbing my back and telling me to calm down and how he understands why I'm upset all in his accent in a very specific detailed rendition of his home thats never been shown on screen before-

And the emotional response is just as real and holds weight in my brain the same. It's way beyond just an intellectual interest, at least in my case.

Character hyperfixations are more emotional connections.

And IDK if that's how it is for everyone else??!!!! But uhhhh!!!!! Yeah- ummmm- haha yah mhm

I hope somebody can relate but like waking up and looking at a Hobie photo feels like waking up beside him and THAT'S THE TRUTH and if you think that's weird or cringe then

Homie idk what you want me to tell you it is what it is

And some people may find that weird or cringe or whatever I don't give the slightest fuck because isn't that amazing that the human brain can do that - see a human creation and take some much meaning and emotion from it, making a full circle of human creation and art powered souly by human emotion and the ridiculously sophisticated imagination humans are only capable of through centuries of evolution right

But can somebody tell me if it's like this for them or if not what does your Hobie hyperfixation look like

Also if you have daydreams too please tell me about them like can you control him in them like a Barbie doll, or is he completely independent?

Mines is probably 90% independent - there's somethings either outside of his character or things he just won't do

[like for those who follow me, in my head I can ask Hobie to take me to the locked basement, and he'll absolutely say no. And if I try to imagine him doing it, the daydream I imagine is a lot more paperthin, plus Hobie will say "That's not it and that's not me, quit imagining me like that-" and I can't continue the daydream

I-]

Since I just exposed myself lemme just-

[elly99]

Phoning

Part 3 of 5. Check here for more details.

Monday 21:57

Things haven't been quite the same There's a haze on the horizon, babe It's only been a couple of days and I miss you

Your thoughts still linger on the conversation you had yesterday.

"It won't always be this way, baby. I promise. It might take years, but this is worth fighting for."

As much as you felt reassured by her words, you can't hold back that feeling of longing. That wistfulness.

You wish you could wake up to her every morning. You wish you could be backstage at each one of her shows or support her at each one of her rehearsals. You wish you didn't have to talk through a screen every night, though you were grateful for every second that you could.

In other words, you miss her. A lot.

"Did you like the breakfast I made you? I was in a bit of a rush, but I hope it was still ok."

"It was perfect, baby. You're the sweetest. Thanks again! Wish you woke me up before you left, though."

"Well, I did give you a kiss before leaving. Thought you'd wake up, but I guess you were too tired."

"You did?"

"Mmhmm."

Damn it. Why didn't you wake up?

"Well, when you come on Saturday I'll kiss you back."

"You better."

"And I'll make you breakfast, too! Anything you want in particular?"

"I'll love whatever you make. I just want to be home with you."

"Aww, look at you being all sweet, bro."

The way she squeals, cringing at her own words.

"Hey, why are you hiding!"

Even with her face behind her hands, she's glowing. And you're in love.

A few minutes of laughter pass. Then that feeling in your chest returns as you realize she has to go.

"Hey, I have an early day tomorrow, so I should probably get some sleep."

"Ok. Sleep well, love. I miss you. I can't wait for you to come back home."

You wish you didn't have to say those words anymore.

"It's only been a day! You miss me already?"

"I don't know. It must be some side effect of loving you."

"That's probably why I miss you, too."

Tuesday 22:23

When nothing really goes to plan You stub your toe or break your camera I'll do everything I can to help you through

After another long day, there's nothing better than hearing her voice again.

"Hey, cutie! How are you?"

The way she drives you crazy within five seconds of picking up the phone. Through the blushing and the giggles you manage to reply.

"Hey, sweetie. I'm good! Just had a lot to do today, so I'm pretty tired. How about you?"

"Same. I could really go for some ice cream right now. And I wish you were here."

"I'd feed you all the ice cream you want if I were there, baby."

What you wouldn't give to be by her side right now.

"Oh! I should get you some for when you come home this weekend. Any requests?"

"Mmm, surprise me! You know my favorites anyway."

"You're my favorite, Minji-yah~."

As much as she knows how to pull at your heartstrings, you know how to get her right back. And you love the way she looks when she's shy.

"I dropped my phone today, by the way."

"Oh no! How did it happen?"

"I was just being dumb."

"But you didn't hurt yourself, right?"

"No, but the screen's all cracked. You still look just as pretty through the broken glass, though. How do you do that, Minji-yah?"

"Shut up, babe."

But she's smiling as she says it. You know she loves when you call her that. And yet with one look at the way her eyes light up, it's you that's falling for her all over again.

"I bet it's not even broken. You were just looking for an excuse to set up that line."

"As if I need an excuse to call you pretty, pretty girl."

"Oh my gosh, go to sleep. I can't deal with you right now."

"But I don't wanna! I wanna spend more time with my girlfriend."

"You said you were tired!"

"I'll never get tired of you, though."

She buries her head in her hands and you find it absolutely adorable.

"You make everything better, Kim Minji."

Wednesday 23:54

If you're feeling down, I just wanna make you happier, baby Wish I was around, I just wanna make you happier, baby

"Hey, it's getting late! Aren't you sleepy yet?"

"No, not really."

"How much coffee did you have today?"

"Probably too much."

"Minji-yah, even Bunnies are telling you to drink less!"

"I know. But I wanna be able to stay up with you. Spending time with you at night makes me so happy."

You want to continue chiding her but your fluttering heart chokes back any words that try to escape your mouth.

"By the way, how did you know that Bunnies have been telling me to drink less coffee?"

"Um, cuz I'm a Bunny, too, you know. I'm always on Phoning reading the chats. Did you forget that I'm your biggest fan, baby?"

"Well, I just didn't think you'd pay that much attention to the little things."

"It's the little things that make me love you even more, Minji. The way you're so sweet and kind to everyone. The way you look out for your fans and make sure to support them. You're incredible."

"Yah."

A little flustered, she struggles to find the right counter to your attack. In the end she resorts to the simple words that knock you out every single time.

"I love you."

"I love you, baby bear. Speaking of love, I remembered you said in one of your Phoning calls that 'love' is one of your favorite words."

"Mmhmm. 'With love, anything is possible.' I said something like that, right?"

You nod.

"I thought that was really cute."

"I was thinking about us when I said that."

Thursday 23:48

We've been doing all this late night talking 'Bout anything you want until the morning Now you're in my life, I can't get you off my mind

"It's almost midnight, babe. Sleeping soon?"

"It's hard sleeping without you. I just wanna cuddle."

Her pouting makes you want to punch something and scream. Damn, she's so adorable.

"Just cuddle with Hanni! I saw you two in your latest video."

You pout back.

"Aww, is my baby jealous?"

Yes. Yes, you were.

"No! What makes you think that?"

"You can't hide it from me, cutie. Don't worry, though. It's almost Saturday. I'll be there to spoon you soon enough. Then you won't have to be jealous of Hanni."

"Hey! I wasn't jealous, though..."

"You really are cute. Here, hold my hand."

She holds out her hand in front of the camera, then squeezes the air. You do the same.

"You have really pretty hands. Have I told you that before?"

"Why are you being so sweet? Are you trying to kill me, bro?"

"You do the same to me all the time. It's only fair."

"I adore you, Minji-yah."

"Right back at you, bro. Hey, we should probably try and sleep now. Before you know it, it'll be 3:00 in the morning."

"Just like the Hype Boy lyric."

"Baby~"

She got you feeling so crazy.

Friday 21:36

Can't get you off my mind Can't get you off my mind I won't even try to get you off my mind

"Look what I bought today! I'll give it to you tomorrow."

"Aww, that's so cute! I love its little nose. Almost as cute as yours."

Making her shy once again, she holds the bunny up to cover her face slightly.

"What should we name it?"

"How about 'Tokki'? Simple is best."

"That sounds good. What about you? Can I call you 'bunny'?"

The sudden attack catches you off guard. It seems your calls this week have just been filled with attempts to assassinate each other with affection. You struggle to respond.

"Since you call me 'baby bear', I'll call you 'bunny'."

You're still too busy dying to answer her.

"I'll take that as a 'yes', then."

She has a smirk on her face, knowing she got you good. You can only nod.

"How was your day, baby? What did you do? Were you happy today?"

"Um, I watched some of your videos. So, yes, I was very happy."

"Oh, what did you watch?"

"I rewatched your ELLE photoshoot and I lost my mind. Again! How are you so pretty, Minji-yah? Like, it should be illegal for someone to be that beautiful. My chest was hurting for thirteen minutes straight!"

She giggles in response.

"How's my girlfriend so amazing?"

"You're amazing, baby."

For a few moments you just smile at each other, love swelling in your eyes. Then you feel it in your heart as you realize you'll see her tomorrow.

"I can't wait to see you, Minji. I still owe you that kiss."

"And I can't wait for my breakfast."

"Wow. So you're not excited to see me? You just want food?"

"Yup, I'm just in it for the ice cream, actually."

You try to put on a disappointed look, but just thinking about being with her again has you smiling relentlessly.

"In fact, I'm so excited for it that I'm going to sleep now, so I can get there early tomorrow. Tokki says 'good night'!"

"Good night, Tokki! And good night, Minji baby. I love you so much!"

"I love you more, my bunny! I'll see you in the morning."

And you know you'll see the morning before you get any sleep. Because you just can't get her off your mind.

[spyborg-au-official]

As The Sun Beats Down

PART 1

tw: depictions of panic, and general angst.

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Engineer chuckled to himself at the thought of using Spy against his own team. He was, at first, against the idea of letting Spy go out and fight-until he realized that he could be used as both bait and a watch dog of sorts.

He leaned back in his work chair, and kicked his feet up onto his table.

"yeah.. I got to agree, that's quite the fun idea, ain't it?" he mumbled to himself.

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Spy had sat alone, left to his thoughts. he was surrounded by the soft sounds of machinery humming. He'd forgotten how long he'd been sitting in the dark. He was pulled out of his thoughts when the door to the room opened. His eyes hurt, looking at the light.

"well, look who's awake!" the words sounded sickly sweet-an all too familiar accent having thrown Spy into a bit of a panic. "alrighty, lets get 'im out there and ready to defend."

He blinked, attempting to get a grasp on what was happening, when two big, and firm hands were placed onto the sides of his arms. He was hoisted into the air, and tossed over the strong shoulder of Heavy. He limply swung side to side as he was carried down and out of the RED base.

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"Dell, you think is good idea to bring little man out? can't even move on his own.." Heavy questioned.

Engineer angrily turned over to the Russian, wrench partially raised.

"I know what I'm doin', just be patient." he smiled sinisterly, his goggles darkening. "Everything will go according to plan."

Heavy looked over at the limp cyborg that he'd still been carrying, and sighed. He couldn't help but almost pity the guy. sure, he was a cocky, up-tight, boisterous asshole, but.. He would have never thought he'd be degraded to.. this.

"whatever you say."

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it was strange, in a way. seeing the battle field again. Spy had thought he'd never see it again. and part of him hoped he would never have to see it again..

he would have felt his heart racing when he'd be in the RED base. however, it.. just wasn't the case.

"alright, now-" Engineer started. "this 'ere device should allow me to control yah long-distance." he held up a small panel with a small joystick, and multiple buttons arranged on the sides. "ain't that neat?"

he held it up in front of Spy, causing him to slightly cringe.

his mind wondered off, before..

Danny would be out there.

Danny could be killed by him.

His heart dropped as his mind came up with more and more situations that could happen. He was able to ball up his fist slightly, as his mind continued to race.

"aww, now ain't that a sight. you worried over there?" Engineers tone was so.. disgustingly sweet, and slightly sarcastic. "knew you'd come 'round eventually."

[azzifudd]

Q mentioned that they were snapping in a previous live before the one they did together but that they didn't know each other in person or anything lol so she shot her shot in private at least lol which is why we're seeing them together but tbh it's giving vinnie 2.0 but gayer. They don't move me but I'm nosey and Q gives messy vibes

yah i mean Q's what? 18/19? she's allowed to be a little cringe, a little messy haha

[dylan-duke]

https://www.tumblr.com/dylan-duke/748869413215862784/did-the-babies-have-any-complications-since-they

JJ panicking because they only give her one of her babies. Her asking Adam over and over where her baby is and why she doesn’t have him yet, breaking his heart to see her so distraught.

"where is he adam?" she cries looking at her boyfriend in distress,

"i dont-" adam looks around the room frantically, "i don't I'm sorry," he cries reaching forward to grab jj's hand,

"is he ok? ah-" she groans as a contraction rips through her, "fuck- he he needs to be- FUCK!" she screams squeezing adams hand, "HE NEEDS TO BE OK!"

"shhh i know," adam coos using his free hand to cup jj's cheek, "but lets focus on meeting our next one ok? and then I'm sure he'll be ok, ok?" jj nods taking a deep breath,

"ok yah-" the youngest tkachuk then cringes, "now lets get this last fucking baby out of me!" she cries.

[shedontsmelltoogooddarious]

Blood and Asphalt: Stubborn feeder.

Back at it again with another fic for a super underrated horror movie. I maybe cringe, but I am freee.

Blood, considered sacred in their culture, a taboo to waste such a precious source of life in both vampire and human society- yet their hands were covered in it. It stained their pale skin, clung to their hair, even their clothing wasn’t spared from John’s latest carnage- or rather a planned lesson in violence. He crouched beside Flint, flicking his knife open as he smirked. “You did a good job kid, say we can cut this guy up and have a cook-out, just like my old man and I back when I was your age.” 

His bandaged hand ruffled their hair, before he took hold of the young man’s boots and stood up- dragging his body further into the desert as his guts were left behind in a steaming pile. This wasn’t Flint’s first time gutting something- their father once took them out on a fishing trip, one of the rare times he was around. They gingerly stood up, turning on their heel to follow the trail John left behind. He was already hunched over, having cut off a few choice pieces and placing them into a skillet pan.

“Where did you pull that from?” 

“The family down highway 69.” John looked up from his work, his crazy eyes sending shivers down Flint's spine. “So you're a cannibal too?” 

They asked, taking a seat beside him. “I wasn't before I met you- gotta set a good example now, you know.” 

They could feel their stomach twist. Ryder took his finger, dragging it along Flint's cheek; popping it into his mouth before nodding softly. “Don’t let the kid go to waste now.” 

The flask was heavy in Flint’s hands, ugly, it's cold steel reminding them of what they are. “John, I don’t think I can do this tonight.” 

They tried to hand it back, but instead he shoved their hand back. “You gotta, its been a week.” 

“I know but- not tonight, tomorrow night I pro-” 

Before they could finish, John whipped out his knife.  Their spines nearly tore through their shirt, but the blade instead went into one of the sizzling slabs and hoisted it into the air. “Pass me a plate, Sparky.” 

Flint shakily grabbed a paper plate from its package, handing it to John rather quickly. He yanked it out of their hand before dropping the seared flesh into it. To Flint’s utter disgust, the meat smelled delicious. 

He then passed the plate back to them, before serving himself- eating away like an animal with his bandaged hands. Flint stared down at their own, instinct telling them to tear into it. Wanting to hang onto the humanity they had left, Flint placed their dinner on a rock. “Hey John, I'm not hungry tonight.” 

They sighed, turning around to walk back to the vehicle Ryder stole off the last victim. 

“I'm not stopping anywhere to eat for a long while, chicky.”

Flint turned around, sighing heavily. “Really?” They rolled their eyes, prompting John to get up and make his way to the child, picking up the dinner they left behind and offering it to them again. For a moment, they felt bile in their throat as their stomach twisted. He couldn't force them to eat-

His knife flicked open, before it dug into his wrist, slicing it open with the sudden scent of copper hitting Flint. Their nausea turned to hunger.

Before they could comprehend what was happening, John's wrist forced its way into their mouth, hot blood flowing down their throat as instinct took over- Flint taking greedy gulps as Ryder stroked their hair, grinning at his accomplishment in getting the vampire to feed. 

“Atta girl, yah stubborn little shit.” 

He continued in allowing them to feed, eating their portion of dinner- Ryder knew that he was going to have to boost his iron intake now.