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chantiepie · 17 days

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💞ESPRESSO💞 Yoongi +18

Yoongi x Reader

Synopsis: You are the complete opposite of Yoongi... And he can't get you out of his head.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, masturbation.

Words: 5k.

ko-fi ☕

Now he's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh Is it that sweet? I guess so

You liked pink, feeling the morning sun caress your skin as you went for your morning run. Your favorite coffee was with milk, you enjoyed pop music, your shoes were always soft and colorful, perfectly matching the delicate bows adorning your wavy hair.

Yoongi was the complete opposite. He preferred black. At night, he went out to drink whiskey, finding comfort in the smooth burn of the drink. In the mornings, it was pure coffee, without the addition of milk or sugar, just the invigorating bitterness to awaken his senses. Ink stained his skin, almost covering it completely, each drawing telling a story he kept to himself.

He couldn't understand where that attraction to You came from. He spent hours thinking about pink bows, something he had never done before. It all started three months ago, when you walked into the bar accompanied by some people he already knew. The moment your eyes met his, it was as if a magnet drew him to you. Throughout the night, even as he tried to disguise it, it was difficult for Yoongi to look away.

He mentally thanked his friend when he called his group to join them, even though there was no direct interaction between you.

After 10 minutes, he watched you, laughing at everything that was happening, engaging in lively conversations with the group.

After that encounter, things went from bad to worse for Yoongi. He was never one to get emotionally involved with anyone, preferring casual or no-strings-attached relationships. However, your presence stirred something within him in a way he couldn't understand. You were everything he avoided: outgoing, funny, sweet, the type of girl who seemed destined for a conventional life, marrying some heir who majored in business at Harvard and now works at a major Wall Street investment firm.

In that regard, he wasn't wrong. Yoongi, after that night, didn't make any advances since he discovered during the conversation that you were committed and that your boyfriend couldn't attend because he was tired, having recently been promoted. Nevertheless, he couldn't help but think about you, even when he tried to keep his distance.

Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso

The second time you guys met, during a game night, or as they call it when the real goal is just to drink, Taehyung asks about your boyfriend. Yoongi continues to pour whiskey pretending not to hear..You respond that he's not coming because he's been really busy lately and quickly try to change the subject by letting out your classic laughs. 'What a surprise,' Tae whispers while sending only an eye roll. You listen, ignoring afterwards. However, Yoongi realizes that something isn't right in your reaction.

During the small party, as he scans the room, most people are standing around smoking or chatting, and the lights are partially dimmed, emitting only a kind of light that slowly changes colors. He notices two shadows in a corner near the kitchen and quickly realizes it's you and Jimin talking. From the movements and body language, he can see your expression of disappointment, with a look of indignation that he can't ignore. It's not sadness, but rather a clear disappointment that hangs over you.

Min rises from the couch, deliberately ignoring the tempting gestures of the redhead seeking his attention. With determined steps, he crosses the room, passing by everyone without exchanging a word, and ascends the stairs towards the balcony on the upper floor of the house. His steps echo softly through the hallway as he approaches the open area of the balcony, where the night breeze welcomes him.

Upon reaching the balcony, Min takes a deep breath of the cool night air before reaching for his pack of cigarettes and lighter. He eagerly seeks nicotine, longing to find brief relief from the tensions surrounding him.

The glass door is open, inviting him to enter. He settles into one of the chairs, immersing himself in his own thoughts, when he notices someone approaching and sitting beside him. He recognizes the presence without needing to check.

"Can I have one?" The question is simple but loaded with meaning. Min needs no more than that to understand. Without uttering a word, he extends the cigarette along with the lighter, sharing the gesture in silent understanding

"Someone asked about you yesterday," Jungkook, a guy who recently started working at the same bar as Yoongi, said casually as the two of them organized the glasses to open the establishment.

Jungkook, the youngest among the staff, was still attending university, carving out his path for the future. The guy had moved to the capital in a rush, without having had time to plan properly. Now, he found himself dependent on his parents for expenses, which made him feel like a burden on his shoulders. Determined to become more independent and relieve the financial burden on his family, Jungkook began looking for part-time jobs or ones that were only on weekends, which led him to Hoseok, who introduced him to the opportunity to work at the bar.

The next morning was just another ordinary workday for Yoongi. As he organized the glasses, his mind wandered among the bar's tasks.

"Someone asked about me?" Yoongi asked, trying to disguise his interest, but his curiosity was evident in his tone of voice.

"Yes, it was a girl," Jungkook replied, grabbing more glasses to organize. "She seemed interested in getting to know you better."

A shiver ran down Yoongi's spine. Was it her? Was she finally showing some interest? He couldn't help but feel a mixture of hope and anxiety.

"Do you know her name?" Yoongi asked, trying to sound casual.

Jungkook thought for a moment before responding. "I think it was... Yuna? Yeah, I think that was it."

The excitement on his face quickly faded, turning into a bored expression. He remembered her, the redhead, she was very pretty, but his mind was already made up.

Jungkook noticed, but chose to stay silent about it, quickly changing the subject and focusing on Hoseok's birthday that would take place at the bar in a month.

I can't relate to desperation My "give a fucks" are on vacation And I got this one boy and he won't stop calling When they act this way, I know I got 'em

The third time he saw you... Well... He wasn't sure if he really saw you or if it was just his mind conjuring up your image. It was late at night, during his off-duty hours, and Yoongi was outside a liquor store, along with some customers who had become closer to him. The night was too hot to stay indoors, so he decided to accept one of their invitations to hang out. Let's just say it was just for drinking and smoking outside some liquor store downtown.

After many bottles, including one being accidentally dropped on the ground, he looked at a corner and there you were, or at least he thought it was you. You were wearing a blue dress that reached mid-thigh, adorned with a large bow of the same color adorning your hair from behind.

Suddenly, everything flooded back into his mind, as if a wave of memories hit him, turning into a tangled mess of soft colors, filled with smiles and shared moments, as if he were reliving a scene from a romantic movie. Among the flashes of memory, images of cute teddy bears and affectionate gestures emerged.

It seemed incredibly real, but it all happened so fast. He began to doubt his own sanity, something he had been doing for some time, and the idea of going after to find out who that person was came to his mind. Under the influence of the adrenaline that alcohol provided, he began to seriously consider the possibility of acting, taking advantage of the fact that nobody he was with knew you. This propelled him to overcome his shyness and hesitation, especially in front of the common circle of friends you shared.

One of the friends, probably taller and louder, nudged him on the shoulder with a wide smile. "Hey, Min! What are you staring at so intently? If you keep frowning like that, you'll get more wrinkles."

Yoongi shook his head, trying to play it off. "No, it's nothing. Just... I think I saw someone familiar over there on the corner."

The friend laughed, patting the pale man's back. "Ah, okay, we get it. Let's focus on the bottles, alright?"

Yoongi just nodded, but deep down, the glimpse he had of the figure on the corner continued to echo in his mind, like a soft melody he couldn't forget.

Walked in and dream came trued it for ya Soft skin and I perfumed it for ya

"Please, Madonna is a queen," you declare to Jimin with conviction as you both enter the venue, amidst a lively debate about pop divas worthy of a Twitter thread.

"Not just a queen, she's a goddess, along with Cher, baby," Jimin backs up his argument.

The bar belonged to Yoongi, and it was a cozy yet stylish establishment tucked away in a trendy corner of the city. The entrance greeted patrons with a neon sign flickering with warm hues, drawing them into a world where music and conversation flowed freely. Inside, dim lighting cast a soft glow over plush velvet couches and rustic wooden tables, creating an atmosphere that was both inviting and intimate. The walls were adorned with vintage posters of iconic musicians and artists, adding a touch of nostalgia to the modern ambiance. Behind the sleek bar counter, shelves lined with an impressive array of spirits and liquors glimmered under the spotlights, inviting guests to indulge in their favorite drinks. As you and Jimin settled into your seats, the sound of laughter and the clinking of glasses filled the air.

The noise of the music in the bar was loud, but not loud enough to prevent Yoongi from hearing your voice as you entered the establishment. His eyes locked onto you, dressed in a pink dress that hugged your curves irresistibly, outlining each contour with elegance. The suggestive neckline added a touch of boldness, leaving anyone who looked at you drooling with admiration. Your hair cascaded over your shoulders, framing a delicately made-up face that exuded confidence and charm. You seemed like a vision of pure sophistication and sensuality, and a subtle hint of jealousy struck Yoongi, though it was something he would never admit out loud.

Finally, it was Hoseok's birthday party, and the bar was packed, considering he was so sociable, seemingly friends with half the city. Yoongi didn't know even 20% of the people there, but he had let his friend invite whoever he wanted as a gift.

As a way to not make it too obvious that he had a crush on you, Yoongi kept himself busy with party duties. He served drinks, helped set up with Jungkook and Taehyung, who, by some miracles, actually started to pitch in... More often than not, they ended up hindering rather than helping.

As they worked on the preparations, Yoongi occasionally cast furtive glances in your direction, observing your movements and conversations with the other guests.

He found himself looking at you again, chatting animatedly with Jimin. You whispered to each other and glanced around, seemingly engaged in a private conversation that no one else could hear. His attention was soon taken when the music stopped, and he saw the guest of honor for the night on the small stage used for live music nights.

"I'm glad everyone's here and I want to thank you all, but especially Yoongi," Hoseok pointed to the dark corner of the bar where his friend was busy making drinks. When Yoongi realized that all eyes were on him, he felt a warmth creeping up his cheeks. But what really embarrassed him was noticing that you were watching him with your big eyes and a smile that made your face glow. "He provided this exclusive space for us. This party would have been impossible without you, brother."

He definitely wasn't used to being the center of attention, and the sensation made him uncomfortable.

As the party was in full swing, a sweet pop song started playing, and that's when he noticed the commotion around him. You were closer to him, and he didn't know how that happened, but something slipped from your lips as you stared into his eyes:

"Oh, he looks so cute wrapped 'round my finger."

You put the straw to your lips and gave him a slight smile. Before he realized it, you had vanished into the crowd.

But this empty space didn't remain so for long. Jimin, the guy he always saw you with everywhere. Something Yoongi suspected at first until he realized, through social media, that besides you being really friends, the guy with the big lips and cute smile had a girlfriend who strangely looked a lot like him. Jimin also got closer to Yoongi a bit before you showed up. He was friendly, not always, but had an aura of a playful boy.

"You got the message, right?" Jimin stopped in front of Yoongi and said this with a somewhat arrogant smile on his face as he nodded toward the upstairs, which not ironically was where Yoongi kept a second home when he wanted to escape from the world or felt too tired to go to his luxury apartment. The older man returned the smile, not wanting to show that he was lost.

"What are you two up to?"

"Why would we be up to anything?"

"You know you're always involved in something, right?" Yoongi raised his left eyebrow slightly as he questioned.

"Are we communicating in questions now?" Jimin repeated the act.

Yoongi remained silent, just waiting for the next response.

"Uh, I'm just getting things done here," he spoke again, pointing to Yoongi's house with his head. Jimin was already pushing him towards the stairs, not allowing Yoongi to think things through. "I need you to grab JK's bag, he left it there."

"Why is his bag in my house?"

"I don't know, just go already."

Yoongi climbed the stairs, trying to go unnoticed, a bit suspicious about what was going on. As he entered through the wooden door, he found the place completely silent and everything in place, the small living room and kitchen were in perfect order, with no sign of anything suspicious. He decided to turn back and return, but before he could do that, a loud noise coming from the bathroom made him freeze in place.

"That's a heavy door," the unmistakable female voice reached his ears, and in seconds, he understood all the strangeness that had occurred downstairs. You appeared in the hallway leading to the bedroom, perfect as always, but stumbling a bit with your tall white boots, most likely due to the force of the door.

Yoongi quickly turned around trying to leave the place unnoticed, but when he tried to open the door, it was locked from the outside. He mentally cursed Jimin for whatever the hell he was trying to do. He turned his gaze to you.

"Uh," he cleared his throat, trying to get your attention. Your surprised expression gave away that something was wrong, but he could see a hint of shyness glimmering in your eyes.

"Yoo-o-ngi?" You cleared your throat, still a bit incredulous. "Is something wrong? I needed to wash my hands. You know? Drinks, dancing, spilled... Jungkook told Jimin and that you authorized me to come here because of the bathroom line... Um, that's it, I guess?" It was like a meltdown, you spoke hurriedly in seconds, Yoongi barely caught on. That nervousness had an explanation.

What Yoongi didn't know was that you were enchanted by his figure, the way he remained mysterious, his large and firm hands holding the whiskey glass... Yoongi was far from the type of guy you were used to dating and attracting, but people like him were your ideal type of guy, the one you imagined before falling asleep or when watching a romantic comedy. It wasn't just a crush, you genuinely had developed an admiration for him in this short period of time. His organization and the way he fought for his goals were like a moment of silence in the daily chaos.

It was difficult for you to find a moment to talk to him because it seemed like the only thing he knew how to do was work. Besides, it would be strange to show up alone at his bar, right?

But it was becoming complicated to hide when you two met. Most of your friends had already noticed your glances, you weren't someone who could pretend. Now, in front of him, alone in a place illuminated only by the moonlight, it was difficult to hide.

"Jungkook didn't warn you, did he? I'm sorry, I-I..."

"Y/N," Yoongi's voice echoed through the hallway, sending a shiver down your spine. Your eyes met in the dim light, sparking with palpable tension. You held your breath, feeling a wave of desire course through your body. Yoongi's intense gaze pinned you in place, as if you were ensnared in a spell. You could feel the electricity in the air, the attraction pulsing between them like an invisible current. Your lips parted, ready to form words that were never spoken, but the sound died in your throat. You couldn't decipher what he was feeling.

"Just shut up," that wasn't what you expected. "I think I know exactly what's going on."

The tone of voice used left you feeling flushed, it was embarrassing. You tried to ignore all the reactions of your body and began to think about the events. And when you realized the plot, all your eyebrows raised and your cheeks violently reddened in understanding.

Jimin had convinced you to make a move today.

"The plan is easy." He spoke with calculated confidence, as if conducting a masterclass. The images on the TV screen flickered, displaying a variety of suggestive outfits. "You throw him some charm, something subtle but not too subtle, it needs to be teasing but not overly, something like a discreet invitation," Jimin explained, sliding the slides skillfully.

"I'll choose the clothes that please me," you retorted, with a tone of disapproval.

"Your clothes already have a vibe of another reserved, so it's all right," he replied with a mischievous smile. "Continuing, second step: you'll touch up your makeup in the bathroom upstairs. You know how it is, at these parties the main bathroom always gets crowded. Are you understanding?"

"Yes, Professor Park," you replied, feeling somewhat frustrated. "But why do I need to touch up my makeup?"

"Think with me, Y/N," Jimin said, adopting a persuasive tone. "That will probably happen after a while. I want to make sure that, by the time he sees you and you talk, you look absolutely stunning." You trusted Jimin's guidance, even if the reasoning behind it didn't make much sense.

"So, I'll lead the conversation with him and keep him around. When you come back, you'll be ready. You'll throw the charm, disappear, and then come back triumphant," Jimin concluded, outlining the plan with unwavering confidence.

Your hand automatically hits your forehead. You felt a little humiliated, especially considering his strange reaction.

"Yoongi, what did he tell you to come up here?" You don't look at him, avoiding any proximity.

"Does that really matter?" He was in front of you, making it impossible to look away. He saw you biting your lips in a moment of pure impulsivity, and that aroused him to the true Yoongi, the guy who doesn't need to woo someone, he fucks without a care.

He leans towards you, his lips meeting yours. His lips were soft, but you could hardly feel them, due to the force with which he grabbed your waist with one hand and the other behind your head, pulling your hair slightly. Their bodies pressed against each other, seeking relief for the tension that had built up between them.

You moaned in the form of a sigh, and he let out a arrogant chuckle in the middle of the kiss.

"Y/N... We haven't even started and you're already moaning like this?" Yoongi didn't want an answer, but he leaned back slightly from your face, pulling your hair again, this time with force, forcing you to look at him. He took advantage of your stretched neck to lick it up to your ear.

"So needy," he put his tongue back into your mouth.

Suddenly, Yoongi returned to what he was before he met you. The arrogance was in the air. You could only moan and murmur.

When one of his hands slipped between your legs, you choked in the middle of the kiss, stopping in alarm, but that didn't discourage Yoongi, who continued to move his fingers lightly over your panties.

Your mouths were close to each other, but remained separated, so close that Yoongi could feel your breath hitting his lips. Some strands of saliva still connected you. The older man's movements began to get faster, his reactions were making you embarrassed, you were about to climax without him even having touched you properly. A finger slipped into your wet hole.

"Yoongi," you were in ecstasy, broken, looking at his face, eyebrows furrowed, eyes closed, and mouth slightly open. You felt his breath close to yours, sighing, but without touching, it was a tease. Yoongi's hand slid to your jaw and held it firmly. He knew you were close by the pulsation of your pussy and the grip on his fingers.

"Yoongi... I'm going to cum, please don't stop, please," you whimpered as the tingling began from inside your belly, he kept up the pace; it was so wet there.

"Yes, fuck, cum on my fingers," that was enough.

And so you did, in small gasps and with tightly closed eyes, you melted over him, almost falling to the ground.

You barely noticed when he put you on top of the kitchen table and, with a gentle push, laid you down, pulling up your dress to your waist. Yoongi's large rings made contact with the warm skin of your belly, bringing more sighs.

Yoongi looked into your eyes asking for permission, receiving only a pleading look to continue. You threw your head back, completely lying down. It was only possible to hear the metallic sound of the belt being opened and a light sound of his pants falling to his ankles. Peeking, you came across the most promiscuous scene you had ever seen. Yoongi looking directly at your pussy still covered by panties, with his lips between his teeth, while he masturbated lightly. He grunted like an animal before approaching.

He pushes the panties aside and slowly slides into you, earning a dragged moan from you. He takes advantage of his position and, running his hand over the outside of your thighs, he pulls you closer, returning to vigorously swinging his hips towards you.

His breathing becomes heavier as Yoongi's gaze fixates on the action that is taking place. He is ignoring everything as if that were the only thing that mattered, just listening to the sound of their skins colliding.

"Don't stop," your voice comes out in a whisper, knowing that he is close to climaxing. The movements accelerate more than possible, and Yoongi's voice becomes a tangle of grunts and sighs until he buries himself deep inside you.

You feel every movement of his, every part of him inside you, an overwhelming sensation that makes your whole body tremble. Your breathing becomes heavy, your heart beats irregularly, and the heat between you is palpable, enveloping you in an intense aura of desire and passion.

The last thing you remember is him with you in the shower, bathing you while you played around like two idiots. The hot water running down your naked bodies, the laughter echoing in the small space of the bathroom. Shortly after, without even bothering to dry off, you both fall onto the bed, your bodies still wet, but your hearts filled with an intense and profound connection.

Jimin would be punished for lying.

Is it that sweet? I guess so That's that me, espresso

Two men were inside a large black car parked in front of the bar across the street. The party had ended an hour ago, nearly 7 a.m., but they remained there for an important reason.

"Did it work?" The man with large eyes asks.

"Believe me, I don't give it five months for Y/N to show up with a grumpy mini-Min ready to cry on my shoulder," he says, taking another sip from the cold beer can, taken from Yoongi's special stock, but he knew he deserved it, as they had taken care of the place and closed after the party.

"Anyway, I hadn't even noticed... This... um... thing they have... Jimin, when you wanted to talk to me, I thought it was about Yuna," the other comments.

"Haha, that was a lie. She's obviously attractive. I just wanted to test him a little before leaving my best friend in his hands," Jimin says naturally, gesturing with his hand to support his own plan.

"Lie?" Jungkook turns his body fully towards Jimin, with his eyebrows deeply furrowed and his arms open in indignation.

Jimin puts his hand on his shoulder and follows his gaze to the second floor of the establishment.

"You know, a good cupid needs to ensure all possibilities." Jimin checks his phone one last time before leaving, and only one notification catches his attention.

"Your NETFLIX login is no longer available. Would you like to sign in with another account?"

A scream was heard throughout the neighborhood.

Hello everyone. Just popping in to let you know that next week I'll be posting the second chapter of Get This Man <3.

#bts #yoongi #yoongi fanfic #jimin #jungkookfanfic #yoongi x reader #yoongi x y/n #yoongi au #bts au #jung hoseok #myg #bts suga #suga fanfic

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monster-disaster · 4 months

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Little brain rot idea I had to share after reading your latest werewolf piece…but what if a werewolf was in love with a human woman BUT she doesn’t like dogs/canines. Not because she has trauma or anything, she just doesn’t like them (she’s a cat person). IMAGINE the absolute devastation werewolf man would be going through!

Let me know what you think. I don’t think I’ve ever read something like this, but I feel like this’d be such a funny read. Even just a drabble.

First Meeting/Date:

Werewolf: “So do you like dogs?…”

Woman: “Ehhh…not really. I tolerate them at best. I love cats much more. What about you?”

Werewolf: *Internal screaming

Oh god, imagine the stress!

I can see it as a speed dating event at a restaurant or a coffee shop. Our sweet werewolf noticed you from the moment you stepped into the building. His eyes followed you the whole time, and he was so impatient he almost jumped out of his chair to get to your table.

He knows he probably looks a bit crazy when he sits down in front of you on the other side of the small table. His eyes are wide, and his hair is a mess from pushing it out of his face every few minutes. His whole body is on edge, with his wolf form vibrating and rumbling under his skin. The young man wants to jump over the table to get you in his arms and run away as far as he can at the same time. His heart beats in his throat. "Hey," you smile at him, letting your eyes wander over his fidgeting body. It looks like he can barely stay on the chair. "Hey." His greeting almost sounds like a whisper in the busy restaurant. Everyone is chatting around you, busy with their date for the next few minutes. Questions and answers pop up from the tables hurriedly. The man has to shake his head to clear his mind and focus on your question. He almost misses it, and when he replies without asking his own question, your smile slowly starts to disappear. Disappointment appears in your eyes, and his posture straightens with panic.

Ask something, you stupid!

"Do you like dogs?" He asks hurriedly. His eyes widen even more when a small grimace contorts your face. "I'm more of a cat person." Your two cats waiting for you to go home is proof enough. "Oh," he breathes out, clearly disappointed with your answer. You can't help but be surprised at his reaction. "Why?" You ask him, trying to lighten the mood. "You live in a dog shelter?" You joke. "More like in a pack," he replies quietly. "Oh!" You gasp, understanding his meaning. "Oh!" "Yeah," he sighs, smoothing his thumb over the wooden surface of the table in small circles. He can barely look into your eyes, afraid of your rejection. Before you can say anything, the similar sound of a bell disturbs the restaurant. Men stand up from the tables nearby, saying goodbye to their date to move to the next one. The werewolf does the same. His movements are slow and dejected. "Wait!" You gasp at the last moment. "I can make an exception!" You are ready to slap yourself at the desperate tone of your voice. "I mean…" But the man doesn't need to hear more. His eyes shine again with excitement as he smiles down at you. "Would you like to go for a coffee after this?" He asks. You can almost imagine a fluffy tail wagging behind him. "How about now?"

Introducing him to your cats will be another challenge, but one step at a time. And our sweet werewolf is ready to become besties with them if it means they don't chase him out of your house.

#monster romance #monster x human #monster x reader #monster boyfriend #werewolf x reader #werewolf boyfriend #sweet asks

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blue-jisungs · 1 year

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hihi ! can i req txt reaction when u fall asleep on another member ? :0

you fall asleep on another member’s shoulder ♡

a/n. i had so much fun writing that!! thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy <3

┆彡 YEONJUN [ 연준 ]

at first he would be shocked. flabbergasted. betrayed.

like he’s been looking for you for over twenty minutes now and you DARE be sleeping

on kai’s shoulder?

baby duck is pouty, ready to throw hands

but he’s a softie :”)

“yah, what do you think you’re doing with my girlfriend?!” yeonjun tsks dramatically, standing in front of the youngest.

kai looks up at him slowly, clearly disturbed that yeonjun stopped him from playing on his nintendo.

“she’s literally asleep. you can wake her up if you want…” kai shrugged gently, careful not to disturb you. however he noticed the way yeonjun’s features softened upon looking at you.

“whatever. just call me next time, she should be sleeping on me” he murmured and placed a soft kiss on your forehead, then pulled a blanket over you.

“it’s not like i volunteered…” hyuka rolled his eyes, earning a scoff from yeonjun. he took a couple of pics (of course he did) of you two and then sat at the couch, waiting for you to wake up.

won’t be mad, maybe a little jealous

but he knows how it is, the tiredness just hitting and being unable to resist it

he’s laughing at you if you later have neck cramps tho >:(

┆彡 SOOBIN [ 수빈 ]

yeah well…

absolute meanie. gremlin. literally wtf…

he makes the most disguised face upon walking on you, napping cutely on beomgyu’s shoulder

stands there and stares at him

(beomgyu didn’t notice)

then soobin straight up walks up and yanks your hand, pulling you towards him

you feel a sudden pull, almost making you fall down from the couch. beomgyu yelped loudly and you sleepily bump into someone because of the force.

“soobin, what the fuck” you grumble, aware that it was him who woke you up “i was so comfortable…”

“i don’t care! you shouldn’t even fall asleep on bricks if you’re sleepy! you should’ve told me! i feel so betrayed right now… by both of you!” soobin swung his finger in a threatening gesture but stopped once he realised your head is resting against his chest

“you’re such an awful boyfriend. she was peacefully sleeping” beomgyu sighed. soobin just frowned and dragged you somewhere else, allowing you to continue your nap. on his lap this time, with his hoodie over you.

he’s just so jealous it’s making everyone sick

but those leader instincts are also activating

(to be real, there are two wolves inside soobin: one wants to kick your ass for even thinking of sleeping on someone else, the other wants to pamper you to sleep and caress your hair)

in the end he also ends up asleep with you 🥹

┆彡 BEOMGYU [ 범규 ]

i’m so soft for him it’s not funny anymore

at first dramatic, almost yelling

even taehyun was like “you’re gonna wake her up 😐”

swooshes his hands millimetres from your face to check if you’re really asleep

“tsk. i guess she really is sleeping” beomgyu rolled his eyes and leaned away. taehyun smiled wildly upon seeing his friend’s lovestruck expression “aish, y/n… you’re so gonna have neck cramps. and that only happens if you sleep on anyone else other than me-!”

beomgyu gently tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear since it stuck to the corner of your mouth.

“she’s working so hard lately” he murmured and smiled gently, nodding his head “i’ll leave her alone, i guess”

“what about me? i need to piss…” taehyun grumbled, causing gyu to laugh quietly.

“welp, that’s not my problem” he sing-sung, sticking his tongue out in a teasing manner.

he sat next to you, chatting with taehyun; his eyes checking up on you every time you moved even a bit.

actually he won’t let you live once you’re awake

like please just for your own good shut him up (the choice how you do it is up to you though 🤭🤭)

but at the end of the day will give you a lecture that if you’re tired you should nap on a bed or couch… or at least if you’re going for a shoulder, pick his :(

┆彡 TAEHYUN [ 태현 ]

he’s shocked and kind of… in a pickle

yes, it bugs him you’re sleeping on soobin but also he won’t let it show

soobin though, he’s almost pissing himself because taehyun’s stare is frightening

but terry has a smart idea to work his way through it

“what?” taehyun asked soobin, standing in front of you two, who was looking at him with wide eyes

“i promise i didn’t do this on purpose she just seemed sleepy” the leader spat out words at the speed of light

“soobin, that’s fine but just…” taehyun sighed dramatically and sat down, knee touching yours “…don’t mind if i do…”

he gently snuck his hand between your head and soobin’s arm, lightly pulling you the other way so your head plopped down onto him. he placed the other hand at the back of your head, adjusting the position into the crook of his neck. you didn’t budge a bit and your peaceful breath hit his skin.

“much better, hm?” taehyun hummed, leaning his head back and closing his eyes as well.

you’re so confused once you’re awake but his smug smirk tells it all

will massage your neck if you have cramps… only if you ask him prettily and he’s satisfied enough >:T

doesn’t give you a lecture because ''you do you'', you can’t control your sleepiness but he did say something between lines of

“if you’re tired then i can lend you a shoulder… and maybe scratch your head a bit. soobin won’t do that though”

safe to say that you understood the hidden meaning teehee

┆彡 HUENING KAI [ 휴닝카이 ]

oh hyuka:(

he’d feel a bit sad upon seeing you snoozing on yeonjun’s shoulder

but he won’t say a thing

he’ll just smile at yeonjun and sit next to you, hand hesitantly shifting - should he grab your hand or not? he doesn’t want you to wake up…

and yeonjun feels so bad about this whole situation like 😭😭

“kai?” yeonjun asked quietly, looking at his friend. the younger’s eyes sparkled with curiosity “can you move closer? i need to call someone and i don’t want to wake her up…”

“sure sure” kai hummed, trying to hide his grin. he shuffled closer and yeonjun stood up slowly, your head plopping down. they both snorted at it. you opened your eyes lazily, looking at kai confused; he just cooed softly “hi there”

you sighed and leaned into kai, mumbling something quietly.

“go back to sleep” hyuka whispered, caressing your hair.

yeonjun almost had to bite his fist to prevent himself from screaming at the cuteness. he left the room, clueless to the fact that he left the phone on the couch.

he quietly sings you to sleep but only if the boys aren’t around

would rather you used his fav plushie as a pillow than someone else’s arm :(

please cover him in kisses once you’re awake just to prevent him from overthinking

but i do feel like if you looked funny or your head slid down… or you snored OR JUST whatever…

he’d laugh and woke you up and then laugh even more at your grumpy face 😾

[ masterlist <3 ]

taglist. @geniejunn ,, @luvhyun3 ,, @starlostseungmin ,, @elviransworld ,, @jnks6r ,, @sieunsgf ,, @ethereallino ,, @laylasbunbunny ,, @duolingofanaccount ,, @slytherinhobi ,, @jung0ne ,, @ka-ni-ma ,, @iliveforlixie ,, @moonacholy ,, @ameliesaysshoo ,, @dazzlingligth ,, @mark-geolli ,, @l3visbby ,, @w3bqrl ,, @ddenoudepression ,, @yourfavoritefreakyhan ,, @cinnamoroxie ,, @gyudiarys

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the manor

pairing: 1920s!dick grayson x fem!bartender!reader

summary: while working at a hidden bar during the prohibition, you meet a handsome stranger who invites you to a party. little did you know, you just enchanted dick grayson, one of richest men in gotham.

tags: 1920s au, smut (18+), oral (f receiving), alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, teasing, p in v, angst, fluff

wc: 4.1k

It's so cramped, trying to fit in dozens of chairs in the glorified excuse for a room, but you love the place. Laughing heard in every direction, the strong smell of your drinks, and the fumbled clinking of glasses by every patron– the speakeasy has it all. Sure, the constant threat of having the wrong person walk in and decide to report the place still manages to make you twitch on occasion, but for the most part, you don’t let it throw you off your game. Instead, you let yourself take in the fading lamps all around you, dimly lighting up the faces of regulars or reflecting into the glossy wood paneling.

“Hey, doll. You wouldn’t mind pouring me another old fashioned, would you?”

And just like that, you get taken out of it. You fix the man his drink unenthusiastically, and as he attempts to chat you up, you try your best to tune it out. Although it’s difficult to give enough of a response to placate him while also clearing hinting you’re uninterested, you make a valiant effort. He leaves with a grumble to join his friends at an overflowing table in the back.

You’re about to wipe down the counter again as an excuse to stay occupied when you spot him. A man, well put-together but not obnoxiously so. His hair is slightly long, falling effortlessly across his forehead and curving around his cheeks to frame his face. His suit is nice – nicer than most of what the regulars wear – but not overindulgently. It was more odd that he showed up in a suit at all, seeing as this bar was a more casual affair. And, though you didn’t want to acknowledge it, he was very handsome. Just the small amount of his face you’re able to see through the dim has you interested.

Luckily, he walks straight to you, sitting at a stool right in the middle of the counter. You attempt to give him a moment or so of silence, because he could definitely be meeting someone here tonight, but you can’t resist.

“Evening,” you say. “Haven’t seen you around here before, sir.”

“Just found out about this place. I can’t believe I didn’t know it was here this entire time,” he turns his gaze towards you. “It’s warm. Lively.”

His eyes are a gorgeous blue, but you try to avoid staring at him too intensely. “Well, the good people here know how to keep a secret when they need to.”

He chuckles, “I hear that. Any drinks I should try now that I’m here?”

And he’s magnetic, drawing groups from across the bar towards him, chatting him up so they can understand who the attractive stranger is. He’s so freely charismatic, engaging people he’s barely met in conversation– even involving you when you’re not too busy keeping all your orders straight. Unexpectedly, he’s confident without being arrogant, but also self-effacing without being self-deprecating. It’s an impressive balancing act, and he pulls it off without breaking a sweat.

You try not to get your hopes up past that first interaction, knowing that he’s far too invested in other people right now to pay any attention to the bartender of all people, but for some reason, he keeps peering back at you. Every laugh that rips through him and has him banging on the table, but at the end of his reaction, he looks back at you to see if you found the joke funny, too. It’s endearing, how he’s so attuned to everyone – even your – emotions, and you’d like to give more than short, snappy responses, but you’re swamped with drink requests as the night goes on. He ends up slipping away from you minute by minute even though he’s right in your line of sight.

Before you realize it, it's the early hours of the morning and almost everyone is shuffling out of the bar– if not because they finally have to, because they don’t want to worry their wives even more. The man, Dick, as you heard others calling out that evening, is still sitting at the counter in the very same spot. You try not to let your brain get ahead of itself, but still, him being out at this hour means he likely doesn’t have a wife to worry. You shake your head, chiding yourself for still being so taken with him. The night is over, he may leave and never come again.

He’s not speaking now, which is a shame because his voice is like velvet. He’s clearly had quite a few drinks tonight, so you place a glass of water in front of him as you begin wiping down tables to close the place.

His eyes widen as you leave him the water, and instead of drinking it or ignoring it, he keeps staring through the glass, foggy with condensation. He almost looks puzzled, but you can’t figure out why.

“Why did you give me this?” he chokes.

You immediately assume you’ve made a mistake, so you move quickly to cover yourself. “I’m sorry, you don’t have to drink it if you don’t want to. You just had a lot tonight, your head will be killing you in the morning.”

Dick is still silent. The entire room feels too large for the both of you and it’s making you antsy.

“You haven’t left yet, and it’s awfully late, so I’m not sure that anyone will be giving you a ride. If you’ll be walking home, it’d be good to get some water in you,” you continue. “So you won’t, ah, vomit before you manage to make it back to wherever you’re staying.”

You turn to face him from where you’re wiping down a chair and catch him staring. His gaze is intense, like he’s trying to read you and telegraph emotions all at once, and you’re not awake enough to compose a worthy response. He picks up the glass of water after a beat, seemingly content with whatever he found or didn’t find, and drinks it while looking at you through half-lidded eyes.

His brows are the same jet-black as his tousled hair, and having their full attention turned on you makes you unable to turn away. Your breath catches in your throat as you see a drop of water run from his lips, gently curving down his neck and soaking into his pristine shirt. You turn away, embarrassed to watch the muscles of his throat contract as he swallows, but you hear him speak clearly.

“This Sunday, after your shift, I’ll send for you,” he says. “I’m having a party at my place. Please, I want you there.”

You nod, probably mumbling an affirmative as well, too flustered to really comprehend what he just asked. Well, less asked– more demanded. You finish up cleaning the speakeasy in a daze, and find yourself counting down hours in the following days until Sunday night finally comes.

You swear Dick told you he would pick you up, but the motorist who claims he was sent by “Master Dick” is obviously not him. The older gentleman is very polite, still, and you’re hesitant to ask too many questions in fear of sounding rude. The car itself is a sleek black, with a paint job like new. That, coupled with the fact that Dick apparently has a butler is already causing you to put some of the pieces together, but even from as much as you’ve gathered, you couldn’t have imagined he was rich enough to own his own manor.

The amount of wealth hoarded in the place is apparent. From the moment you reach the grounds, you see vibrant, perfectly kept lawns transforming into a luscious garden. There are so many flowers that you can't pick out their colors individually, they all blur into one from your bumpy car ride. There are mountains on property surrounding the main house itself, and you can’t tell whether that waterfall you spotted was real or a trick of the waning moonlight.

The kind butler lets you in through the front entrance and you thank him. Gasping at the sight, your body nearly jolts backwards. The place is filled to the brim with people. Even when compared to your speakeasy, the entire foyer of the manor is proportionately more crowded. Everywhere you look, people obscure your view, all wearing dazzling outfits in pearly, silver, or dark colors. You have the self-awareness to feel underdressed, but you push past it as you attempt to wrangle your way through the crowd.

The music is loud, whatever brass instruments are playing must be rooms away, but you can still hear them clearly from your place in the arching, large first room. Everything is so invasive, you aren’t able to hear your own breathing, footsteps, heart rate, or thoughts. It’s starting to make you dizzy. You nearly bump into guests holding champagne flutes multiple times, and you shiver at the thought of having to pay for the cost of cleaning their luxury outfits, but you manage to get out of the room and into one of the hallways of the building.

You want to cry in relief, but even though the hallway is sparser than the foyer, there are still plenty of people around. There are women wrapped in furs and men wearing suit jackets crisp enough they look freshly made. They can clearly see you don’t have an outfit a fraction as impressive as they do. What happens when they find out you’re a poor, unassuming bartender?

Speedwalking through the hallway and ignoring the generations of family portraits lining the walls, you find yourself blasted in the face with nothing but noise. The aggressive sounds of people dancing along to the band, heels clacking on the ballroom floor shakes you to your core, and you truly believe you’re going to turn around and leave right then until you spot him. He’s on the dancefloor, switching partners just about every measure, his wavy hair drenched in sweat but he couldn’t care less. Dick continues dancing wholeheartedly, stomping along and swinging ladies in opera gloves around. You should leave.

But of course, at that exact moment, he catches your eyes staring at him from the doorway. He mouths a word, something resembling your name, but you run without looking back. These rich people stare at you like you’re a wild animal, but you can’t care. The buzzing air of the place is starting to rot you from the inside. You need out of this manor now.

“Wait, please!” you hear a familiar voice cry out, and a moment later, a hand is wrapped around your arm.

“Let me go!” you shout, attempting to rip yourself from Dick’s grasp. He’s even prettier up close, wearing a tailored suit that hugs his broad shoulders. His hair must have been gelled back at some point, but it’s since come undone, and it’s working for him. By god, it’s working for him.

“Listen to me, I’m sorry,” he shouts, and he says something else after that, but you can’t make it out over the music and talking.

“What?” is all you can manage to respond with.

He shakes his head before changing his grip from your arm to your hand. He begins leading you somewhere without telling you, trusting you to follow him despite not giving you any reason to. You’re tempted to leave, but his palm is so warm, you find yourself going along.

Walking through a couple of sparsely populated rooms and a flight of stairs, you arrive at a balcony. It’s beautiful, carved out of sleek, white stone with planters of flowers overflowing and growing down the sides of the railing. Speechless, you run your hand along the vines and allow Dick to talk.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats. “I should’ve told you… I know I should have, I just…”

“Why did you bring me here?” you ask, flicking your head to glare at him. “You have so, so, so many people here tonight. You could’ve chosen any one of them to toy with.”

You shake your head as you pinch your brow, “You didn’t need me.”

He doesn’t say anything, and you look up. Surprisingly, he looks hurt even though he doesn’t have any reason to be, like he’s decided to take on the loneliness you’ve been feeling this entire night as his responsibility– which to be fair, it is. Reaching for your hand, he encloses it in both of his.

“Is that what you think? That you’re here so I can fuck around with you?” he whispers it, but you can still pick up on the anger beneath his words. Although, it doesn’t sound like it’s directed at you. “You’re so kind, so genuine. You didn’t know me – still don’t – and you still gave a shit about me. Like a real, honest amount of care, not the airs the rest of these suits put on to impress me and get on my dad’s good side.”

“And I’m not sure why I did it, inviting you here. I was so drunk at the time, and all I could think was that I wanted to see you again. You were right, by the way” he gives a hollow laugh. “The next morning, my head hurt like hell. I couldn’t remember if I actually invited you or if I imagined it. I’m sure whatever bumbling explanation I gave Alfred must have been painful to hear, but he still agreed to wait outside your work– I need to thank him again. Anyway, anyway, I really shouldn’t have done this. You probably feel so terrible, this must have been so awful to go through. God, you deserve so much better.”

He brings your hand up to his lips and he kisses your knuckles, eyes still facing the balcony floor. “I hurt you. I can’t convey how sorry I am.”

In the light of the moon, with only the muffled sound of jazz to fill your mind, you step closer to him. He’s quivering as he watches you, as if you stand any threat to him. You keep closing the distance between the two of you until there’s only a few centimeters left. You’re so close you can hear his shallow inhales and exhales.

“You can make it up to me,” you breathe, landing your lips on his, kissing him lightly. He doesn’t reciprocate at first, and though your eyes are closed, you assume he’s uncomfortable, so you start to pull away. After another moment, he leans into the kiss and wraps an arm around your waist, rubbing his thumb up and down your spine.

He sighs, bringing up a hand to cup your cheek. You curl your arms around his shoulders, hooking them around his neck for support. His tongue explores your mouth, and you gasp into him. But he only uses the opening to his advantage, placing his hand on the back of your head and pulling you into the kiss. You feel all the air sucked straight out of your lungs, but you keep yourself attached to him until you reluctantly pull away to breathe again.

Dick moves his head back, getting a better view of your face and your rising chest. “I have an idea,” he says with a crooked smile.

“Oh, yeah?” you lick your lips, not missing how he zeros in on your tongue.

“Follow me,” and without any further explanation, you see him jump the balcony’s railing.

“Dick!” you shout, running over to the side and trying to adjust your eyes to the dark.

He’s alright, waving at you from the ground next to the rose bushes. “Come on! The jump looks worse than it actually is.”

“Easy for you to say,” you scoff, taking in the wide expanse of land that Dick’s family owns as a part of the manor. “What, haven’t you been riding horses your whole life?”

“How’d you know,” he quips with a smirk. “I was always a greater fan of gymnastics, though.”

“Great, that leaves hope for me.”

He gives a small chuckle, “Come on! Just try the jump. I’ll catch you, I promise.”

Shaking your head, you place both hands on the cold railing and engage your arm muscles. With a deep breath, you push off and for a chilling second, you feel yourself travel through the air before your feet eventually hit the ground. Dick’s there, as promised, holding you at the small of your back and wrapping an arm around your front to prevent you from falling over.

His head is resting next to your shoulder, and you can hear the breathiness in his voice as he whispers in your ear, “See, wasn't so bad.”

You nod, trying to disguise the wave of desire that runs through you. He seems to have himself under control, dashingly grabbing your hand and racing across the garden path. You can barely make out the twists and turns he’s taking as he leads you from the sparse topiaries and seating areas into the thicket of bushes. The further you both run, the more you struggle to catch your breath, but you still manage to take in the gorgeous flowers around you highlighted in the moonlight.

“I’ve never been anywhere this beautiful,” you say.

You glance back at him and find he was watching you while you were enamored with the scenery. You attempt to turn your head to the side in self-consciousness, but he brings a hand up to gently tilt your head to face him. His blue eyes pierce you, and you know even if you wanted to, you wouldn’t be able to break away from his gaze.

He kisses you again, and it feels like he’s trying to swallow you completely. Gripping onto your hips, he attempts to loosen his hands after a second, but you cover his hands with your own and keep him holding on. The action has him moaning into the kiss, and he pulls away from your face ever so slightly, lips still parted, to work down your neck.

You can feel his sweet kisses turn to nips quickly, and you bring up a hand to try and stifle the noises you let out, but he removes it from your mouth. Instead, your hands interlock as he leaves a bruise on your neck. He licks at it dutifully, but he quickly moves lower, nipping at your collarbone and mouthing at as much of the smooth expanse of your chest as he can reach from your outfit.

He thumbs at a peaking nipple through your clothes, and you whimper, rooting a hand in his hair to keep yourself from falling over. Dick lets out a curse, and he moves to rid you of your top, hands resting on the closure before he asks, “Is this okay?”

You nod desperately, tugging at the back of his jacket to get him to hurry up, and he lets out a deep chuckle. He wastes no time leaving you just in your bra and bottoms, and he reaches a hand to cup a breast through the fabric. He exhales through his nose, groaning as he pushes the soft skin out from the cup and brings his head to your chest, licking at your newly freed nipple.

He continues to play with your chest, biting at it and teasing you until both of your buds are hardened, and it makes you struggle to keep your breathing even. You can feel heat coarse through your entire body despite the cool night air surrounding you on all sides, and you want – need – more.

“Dick,” you whisper, scratching at his back through his clothing. He peers up at you, meeting your gaze through his thick eyelashes and he seems to understand instantly. He peels off his jacket, leaving him only in his white button up, and he rolls up the sleeves to his elbows as he brings a hand down to cup your thigh.

“Oh my god, please!” you call out as his thumb rubs against the inside of your thighs. His tongue is still at work playing with your chest, but he brings his hand up to rub against your slit, the slick soaking your panties.

“Fuck, already?” he says, dropping to his knees in front of you. Your eyes go wide, and your body heats up like you’ve been struck with a fever. “I’ve barely even touched you.”

He peels your panties down, pooling them at your ankles, and grips your hips as he brings his face to your core. Slowly, he runs his nose against your opening, teasing you so close to where you need him. Your breath catches in your throat as he licks your folds, finally reaching inside your heat. Your toes curl, and you plant both of your hands in his hair as his tongue graces your clit, swirling lightly.

He works gracefully, quick to give you pleasure but never too much of it. Whenever your moans become too loud, he moves from stimulating your clit to dipping into opening, or occasionally licking at your thighs. The coil inside you keeps growing tighter, and you have no idea how you’ve managed to stay upright for this long. His tongue makes you feel like you’re floating, like you could stay here your entire life and be perfectly content. You find yourself scratching at his scalp, and you can hear the vibrations of his moan on your clit as he laps at you.

That slight stimulation is so near to what you need, “I’m close.”

He stops without warning and you want to curse him for leaving you. He stands up without wasting any time, and he unzips himself from his tailored pants. You watch in awe as he gives himself a few strokes before pulling you closer to him, getting your permission before sliding into your folds.

He picks you up with a start, gripping at your thighs and allowing your ankles to interlock at his back. Your gasps turn into a guttural groan, and he kisses you roughly to stop yourselves from being heard. He works himself deeper inside you, patiently allowing himself to bottom out as your walls urge him on. Once he’s finally sheathed, he gives a small thrust and it has you shivering, wanting so much more.

He gives into your demands, setting a quick pace while kissing you, swallowing up every sound you make and keeping them from himself. He’s steady with his thrusts, trying to pace himself and keep himself on hold for you, but you snake your hand to wrap at the base of his neck. Without a warning, you pull at the strands there and he grunts into your mouth. Biting at your lip, he tightens his grip on your hips as pumps inside you faster.

“Holy shit, you’re so tight,” he gasps. “So warm, I could – fuck – I could stay inside you and never leave.” You scratch at his neck, wanting more from him to finally quell the heat that keeps burning inside you.

“Dick, I need–” you start, but are unable to finish, so distracted in your daze of pleasure.

“Yeah, darling? Tell me what you need.”

You shake your head, too far gone by this point to articulate anything, but Dick seems to understand, anyway. He moves a hand down to your clit, and begins rubbing precise circles on it, finally meeting you where you need him most. You feel your walls clench around him, swallowing him further inside and hitting you where you’re most sensitive.

You open your mouth to warn him, but the words turn into a breathy moan as you cum around cock. Your climax rips through you, and every nerve lights on fire as you hear Dick briefly warn you before falling over the edge, too. Both of you lazily rut against each other, working through your joined orgasm together.

When the world finally comes back into view, you feel so ready to faint, but Dick holds your shoulders and allows you to rest on him as he lays on the grass. The chill of the night air is finally reaching past your skin, and he throws his suit jacket on top of you. Both of you stay outside in the garden, watching the moon and the stars shine on you as the night slips by.

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ATEEZ S/o Popular YouTube Live Streamer Reaction.

Requested: i would like to request how ateez members would react to their s/o being a popular YouTube streamer and them accidentally walking in on their s/o live stream in the chat would go crazy.

a/n: this is a birthday themed request. I enjoyed making this. It was funny to me. 🤣

NOT EDITED BUT PROOFREAD A LITTLE.

MINGI: "HAPPY BIRTDA-" He stops at the threshold of the door wearing a party hat and holding a cake. "Oh, are you live streaming?"

You turned in your gamer chair looking at your boyfriend. "Um, yeah."

"Oh, really?" He steps further into the room, looking at the computer screen.

The chat box started going crazy

Zen: Omg is that who I think it is?!?

Baby Tee: Is this your boyfriend y/n? Why does he low-key look like Mingi from Ateez?

Theodore: Oh my freaking nuts. MINGI? Is this a prank? Or is this some crazy video editing somehow?!?

Suan: their boyfriend can't b Mingi. Not THE Mingi. This has to be some kind of prank fr fr.

Psycho: It makes sense now why Y/n never showed us their bf. Its cause he is just as famous as they are!!

You pulled your boyfriend into the screen smiling. "Um, Everyone so yeah... Mingi from ateez is my boyfriend."

Mingi sat the cake down so he could wave. "Hi, Everyone, I am Y/n's boyfriend. Nice to meet you all." He smiles. "If you all don't mind, I'm going to steal y/n for a few hours."

YUNHO: He didn't know that you were in the middle of live streaming when he came dancing into the room singing Happy Birthday and popping confetti poppers.

"Yunho, I'm living streaming right now." You pointed at your computer.

"Oh, shit." he quickly bows. "I didn't mean to ruin your live."

The chat box started to go off.

Kill la Kill: Okay no, cause is dat YUNHO I see? lol.

Mint Mint: U CAN RUIN MY LIFE!!

Prince Charming: Is he ur boyfriend?

Rugrat: Y were u keepin him a secret from us?

Paul: Is this guy famous or sumthing?

Lizzy Bear: Don't tell me he's Y/n's bf like they're my WAIFU!!

NOT OKAY: I hope Y/n can fight. LMAO

"Would you like to join the live with me, Yunho?" You ask him.

"I don't want to steal the attention from you, but if you want to I will." He pushes you out of the way and smiles into the camera. "Yunho, taking over."

JONGHO: While you were in the middle of showing off your new headset, a fan gifted you. Jongho burst open the door blowing a party blower. "Let's get the party start-" he pauses. "Oh. Oh, are you streaming already?"

"Yeah." You said. "Want to say hi?"

Jongho wobbles over, waving. "Hi, I'm Jongho. Y/n's number 1 supporter."

The chat box starts flooding in with messages.

Bambi: No way. NO FREAKING WAY THIS IS THE JONGHO!!

Jaya Jaya ya: He should be grateful to have bagged a baddie like Y/n.

Shy Mariah: BLOW THE WHISTLE!

sUpEr MaRio: I just started stanning ATEEZ and Jongho is my bias!!! i'mma go cry in a corner.

My lucky lady: New Ship?

BBQ Sauce on my tittes: Jst waiting for the crazy fans to enter the chat *sips tea*

SAY MY NAME: Does dis mean we getting couple stuff now? cuz I don't mind at all :)

Jongho laughs at the ship comment saying. "What can our ship name be?"

You rolled your eyes nudging him out of the way. "Jongho has boyfriend duties now. Say bye Jongho."

He pouts. "Bye Y/n's live stream fans."

SEONGHWA: He was rubbing his sleepy eyes in his other hand was a gift bag with your birthday gift, he sleepily walked into the middle of your live stream yawning, holding out your gift in front of you. "Y/n, happy birthday."

"Baby, say hi to my fans." You beamed.

"Huh?"

You pulled him down to be in frame and pointed at your computer. "I'm live."

"What?!" Seonghwa nervously laughed, running his fingers through his messy bleached hair. "Um, Hi Y/n's fans I didn't mean to interrupt."

Fever Fever: Mother Seonghwa is that u?

Bad boi dwn: Oh, wonder how his company is going to cover this up?

Queen of tha South: Wasn't expecting to be blinded by a handsome man.

Lil Lotto: We need a story time cause like wtf?

U can call me monster: Y/n musta did something in a past life to be this lucky to get a K-POP man.

Crazy Form: whenever he eat the cookie he got good form?????

Alice In Wonderland: This man makes me forget I'm lesbian.

"Should we do a small q & a?" You ask your fans.

Seonghwa sits on your lap. "Yeah, should we?"

WOOYOUNG: He was wearing a pink lace apron and carrying a homemade cake when he walked into the middle of your live streaming while you were doing the dance to Bouncy.

"I baked you a cake for your birthday but I see you're busy. I'll come back later." Wooyoung said.

"I'm having a birthday live. You can join in. Everyone would love to see you."

Your fans started flooding the chat.

Pirate King: R my eyes deceiving me? Wooyoung is that you my boy?

Kitty Kat: Oh they really living the Y/n life.

White boy wasted: Haters gonna say this fake.

i stole ur bias: adding to the hit list.

Alpha Josh: So are we going to ignore the fact that this man is overly gorgeous?

Pizza HūrT: Life isn't fair because how can I live the Y/n dream? do I need to play “I'm not like other girls” card?

Dirty Sprite: K, that explains why she never shows us her phone screen saver.

Woo Woo: I can't right now. Because like Wooyoung and Y/n are together? Two of my favorite ppl n the world!

“Well, since I'm in the live stream, can you all help me wish, Y/n a very happy birthday.” Wooyoung gives you a kiss on the cheek.

YEOSANG: He didn't mean to barge in during your live stream. At first he doesn't notice because he puts his phone in your face. The rest of Ateez faces were shoved into the phone camera yelling happy birthday to you, it was so chaotic and loud. You smiled at Yeosang.

“Babe I'm in the middle of a live stream right now.”

“You are?”

“Yeah. See everyone is commenting.” You point at the chat box.

Yeosang reads the incoming messages.

Depresso Expresso: idk how to explain it but he's the product of his mother during all the work doing sex.

Dat girl Maya: yeah what they said ^^^

Get'em Gates: r u 2 dating?

Ur Faves Can't Rap: I'm suddenly gay.

M0lLy: Oh I know he's cracking her back like a glow stick every night.

I got that dog in meee: Funny of u to assume he does the cracking ^^^

Princess Tee: he's a work of ARRRT.

Megan Thee Goat: He's the definition of HOT BOY. If ykyk.

“Okay say bye to Yeosang everyone before he gets a big head.” You laughed, poking your boyfriend in the ribs.

HONGJOONG: “Okay make a wish!” Hongjoong burst into your room with a cupcake in his hand and a big smile on his face.

You spun in your gaming chair. “Where are your clothes?”

“I'm your birthday gift.” Hongjoong winks at you.

“Thats nice in and all. But there's like 100,000 people seeing your junk.”

“You're joking right?” He lets out a nervous laugh, using the cupcake to cover himself.

“Nope. Live stream.”

“Live stream?” he swallowed and waves at everyone watching. “Hi, I'm um Hongjoong Y/n's birthday gift.”

The chat box went crazy.

Vanilla baby: At least he came unwrapped. My God!!!

GUERRILLA: ooou he's a big boy indeed.

Choke me spank me: sssjjiokhdgfertgyjbfrfv.

San's left nut: I can die happily now.

Icky Vicky: He your man?!?

Touch sum grass: HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!!!! But please get your naked man off the screen. My mom walked in and thought I was watching porn....

Jimin's baby momma: am I in a fanfic right now?

Peru Peru: He slanging.

Sativa: he really gifted us all.

Bill Nye: isn't this how most porns start?

3D: Can he make it bouncy?

Olivia: This man is sex on legs.

“Sorry, everyone. Hongjoong will go put on some clothes now.”

“But I like the attention.”

You ended the live playfully beating up Hongjoong.

SAN: He had the same idea as Hongjoong but instead of being naked he wore a silk black robe but still naked underneath. San walked into your room with a bottle of champagne and from somewhere in the house Birthday by Katy Perry played.

"Y/n, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!" San drops his robe, bare ass to the camera. "This is all for you. but when isn't it?" he smirks.

You stared at your boyfriend. "Um babe, you're mooning my live stream."

"What the fuck?" He hurries to grab the robe from the floor to cover himself. "Why didn't you say anything sooner!”

You laughed. “I wasn't expecting you go all Chippendale's on me.”

The messages started to flood in.

Isamu: Um... Continue please?

Misty Blue: lol mooning yes. A FULL moon indeed.

Hawaii Five - O: Lol is it just me are does he look like San from ATEEZ?

Jazmine: Yea was watching with my dad...Thanks...

Lisa: CAUSE IT IS SAN FROM ATEEZ. *screaming and punching the air*

Da Kid: Boyfriend or Roommate?

Hailey: noooo y is my husband there with Y/n!!!! San you come home this minute!

Supernatural Fan: Didn't think I'd b seeing a guy's bare ass while enjoying my salad.

Beth: Thank you for the heart attack.

Charlie: I don't think roommates do this kind of thing @ Da Kid.

Angelina: PUT IT ON MEEEEEE!!!SCXSYBXQTIVKSWTCHOUDWWXGHGD

Kimmy: Are u getting dick downed by him every night?

iPad adult: Too much junk in the trunk lol.

“Now that everyone has seen my boyfriend's butt. I'm ending the stream.”

“Does that mean you're going to enjoy your birthday gift now?” San smiles at you.

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cool-fancier · 5 months

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Playful Jealousy

Requested by anonymous, had this for a while so I hope you like it.

Synopsis: Bebe's live stream of your music video showed Bada's playful jealousy, sparking fan excitement. Amidst the banter, a deeper bond between you and Bada emerged, revealing genuine care and affection within the crew.

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The late-afternoon sun poured through the Bebe studio's windows, giving a warm glow over the lively atmosphere. You, a popular K-pop idol and proud member of the of Bebe the Street Woman Fighter-winning crew, sat with your fellow members, surrounded by an atmosphere of friendship and excitement.

Bada, Bebe's lively leader, assembled everyone for a live session, allowing fans to see and respond to your recently released music video. The members' excitement was evident as they settled in, eager to support and celebrate your artistic efforts.

The screen came alive with brilliant colours and mesmerising sights as the song video began. Members exchanged eager glances, their faces a mix of delight and appreciation for your performance.

"Wow, look at Y/N unnie go!" Lusher shouted, her gaze fixed on the screen. "You're killing it!"

Tatter enthusiastically nodded. "She's really breathtaking. Such presence and grace."

The screen displayed your dance movements, each step precisely synchronised to the beats of the music, capturing the viewers' attention. Both the group and the viewers watching the live session praised the sophisticated choreography and the artistry of the images.

"Y/N is a true artist," Kyma said, her voice full of adoration. "Her talent is unmatched."

CheChe chimed in with a smile. "And look how lovely she is in each frame!" "What a visual treat."

The members nodded in accord, lavishing you with compliments, unaware to Bada's tiny change in mood. As the conversation turned to your appearance, Bada's eyes flashed with playful jealousy—a barely noticeable twist of the lips, a clear sign of her teasing nature.

Fans, who pay close attention to every detail, observed Bada's reaction and began reacting eagerly in the live chat.

EnvyEyes123: Bada's jealous tongue thingy is iconic! It's the cutest thing ever! 🤣😍

JealousyQueen456: Bada's reaction to Y/N is EVERYTHING! So adorable! 😂❤️

TiedFanatic: Bada's playful jealousy is making my day! It's the best thing I've seen! 😜

Adorably345: Bada, your reaction to Y/N is too cute! We see you, girl! 😄💕

PlayfulLeader789: Bada's jealous moments are priceless! We love this playful side! 🤭😂

JealousyIsCute321: Bada, your jealousy is the cutest! It's giving us all the feels! 😊❤️

TwistFan: Bada's tongue thingy when Y/N's on screen is adorable! We stan! 🤣

PlayfulTease567: Bada's reaction is making us laugh! You're too cute, girl! 😂🥰

CheekyJealousy654: Bada's playfulness is everything! Her jealous moments are too funny! 😂😜

TongueOutVibes: Bada's playful jealousy is making the live session so much fun! 😂

EnviousCharm123: Bada's jealousy is a whole mood! You're adorable, leader-nim! 😄❤️

CutenessOverload789: Bada's reactions are stealing the show! So cute! 😂🙌

The comments flooded the screen, drawing attention to Bada's playful jealousy. Meanwhile, the members continued their praises, unaware of the attention drawn to Bada's reaction.

"Sowoen, what do you think?" asked Bada, turning to the youngest member, who had been silently observing the music video.

Sowoen, startled by the sudden attention, blushed slightly. "Oh, um, Y/N unnie looks amazing, as always. The dance moves are just...wow."

As the music video continued, the live session became a dynamic exchange of compliments and reactions. The studio echoed with laughter, camaraderie, and the genuine support shared among the Bebe members.

MusicVideoLover123: Y/N's music video is a work of art! The choreography, visuals, everything is on point! 🌟🎶

DanceFloorVibes: Y/N's dance moves are mind-blowing! The music video is a visual treat. Bebe's reactions make it even better! 🙌

DreamDancer22: I can't stop watching Y/N's music video! The aesthetics, the choreo, it's all so captivating! 💃✨

KpopFangirl365: Y/N's music video is pure artistry! The dancing, the styling, it's perfection! Bebe's reactions are making me love it even more. 💖

RhythmicHeartbeat: Y/N's visuals are breathtaking! The music video is a masterpiece, and Bebe's support adds an extra layer of joy! 🎵✨

DanceTilIDrop: Y/N's video is legendary! The dance sequences, the vibe, it's fire! Bebe's reactions are giving me life! 🔥💃

DreamingOfDance: Y/N's music video is mesmerizing! The grace, the energy, it's incredible! Bebe's support amplifies the awesomeness! 🌟🎶

KpopLoveFever: Y/N's video is a cinematic marvel! The visuals are stunning, and Bebe's live reactions make it even more fun! 📽️🌟

StarlightDreamer: Y/N's music video is a whole mood! The talent, the visuals, it's an experience! Bebe's reactions are making it even more enjoyable! 🌈🎶

DanceWithLove789: Y/N's video is a masterpiece! The dance, the storytelling, it's breathtaking! Bebe's reactions are so wholesome! 🌟👏

RhythmRuler: Y/N's music video is top-tier! The choreo, the aesthetics, it's genius! Bebe's reactions add so much fun to the watch! 💯🕺

StarlightSpectator: Y/N's music video is ICONIC! The choreography is mind-blowing! Bebe's reactions are priceless! 🌟💃

When you, the star of the music video, joined the live stream, the lighthearted moment got much more delightful. The members applauded your arrival, and the screen split to show your live reaction alongside theirs.

"Hey, Y/N unnie ! You were incredible!" exclaimed Minah, greeting you with enthusiasm.

Tatter agreed with a nod. "Absolutely! Your performance is incredible."

You smiled appreciatively, grateful for the support of your fellow crew members. "Thank you, girls! It means a lot coming from all of you."

CheChe joined in, her excitement palpable. "And can we talk about how stunning you look in every frame? It's unfair!"

The members laughed, their admiration for you evident in every word. Unbeknownst to them, the fans noticed Bada's playful reaction during the discussion about your visuals. The live chat buzzed with playful comments and emojis, capturing the attention of both fans and the Bebe crew.

JealousLeaderFan123: Bada's jealousy is the cutest thing ever! It's a whole mood! 😂❤️

MightyBada345: Bada's reaction to Y/N is making my day! So playful and adorable! 😊👅

CheerfulJ67: Bada, your jealousy is giving us life! Keep being playful, we love it! 🤭😂

EnvyOnScreen789: Bada's jealous moments are the highlight of the live! Too cute! 😍👀

Play56: Bada's reactions are priceless! Her jealousy is so endearing! 😂❤️

AdorableFan678: Bada's playful jealousy is making us all smile! You're too cute! 😄👅

Cheeky23: Bada's playful side is shining! Her jealousy is so lovable! 😊❤️

OutJoy456: Bada's reactions are making this session even better! Love the playful jealousy! 😂👅

Charm789: Bada's jealousy is hilarious and adorable! Loving the playful vibes! 🤣❤️

PlayfulTease567: Bada's reactions are the best part! Her playful jealousy is a gem! 😂🙌

EnviousLaughs123: Bada's jealousy is too funny! Her playful side is so entertaining! 😄👀

Fan456: Bada's playful reactions are gold! So cute and funny! 😂👅

BadaEnvyAdmirer789: Bada's jealousy is too precious! Such a playful moment! 😊❤️

As the live session progressed, you and your teammates engaged in spirited conversation, sharing experiences from the music video shoot and thanking the fans for their constant support. Bebe's humorous dynamics were on full display, demonstrating a crew that not only excelled on the dance floor but also enjoyed a true friendship that went beyond the stage.

The members turned to you with grins and cheers as the screen went dark, signalling the end of the live session. Bada, ever the charismatic leader, summed up the crew's feelings.

"We're so proud of you, Y/N. Your skill knows no bounds, and Bebe is lucky to have you."

— — — — — — — —

In the aftermath of the live session, the teasing continued as the members affectionately poked fun at Bada's playful jealousy. CheChe leaned in with a wicked grin, conspiratorially whispered, "Bada, you're like a big baby when it comes to Y/N!"

Bada rolled her eyes, yet a faint smile pulled at the corners of her mouth. "Please, please. I was just...protecting my precious Y/N!"

Lusher chuckled, playfully nudging Bada. "Admit it, you were totally jealous because you know Y/N is stunning!"

Bada crossed her arms, feigning offense. "Me? Jealous? I was merely...concerned about our team's image, okay?"

The playful banter continued, each member joining in the good-natured teasing. However, amidst the laughter and teasing, a genuine warmth radiated through the studio—a camaraderie that formed the backbone of Bebe's dynamic.

"You know," Tatter chimed in, her tone gentle, "it's kind of cute when Bada gets protective. Shows how much she cares about Y/N."

The teasing softened into affectionate understanding. Bada, although maintaining her facade of indifference, couldn't hide the slight blush that crept onto her cheeks. "I just want the best for us," she mumbled, trying to downplay her affectionate concern.

Sowoen, the ever-observant youngest member, interjected with a smile. "You know, Bada unnie, you're like a big sister to us. Always looking out for everyone, especially your lovely Y/N."

Bada's demeanor softened at the heartfelt words. She straightened up, trying to regain her composed façade. "Well, someone's got to make sure everyone stays in line around here."

The group erupted into laughter, reveling in the sweet banter between you and Bada. Despite her attempts to maintain a cool facade, Bada's affection for you shone through in every teasing glance and playful retort.

Minah, noticing the adorable dynamic between you two, chimed in with a grin, "I've never seen Bada so protective! You two are like the cutest pair ever!"

Kyma nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! Bada unnie is like a guardian angel to Y/N. It's heart-melting!"

Bada, her cheeks slightly flushed from the teasing, shot a quick glance your way, her eyes softening. "I just... I just really care about Y/N, you know?"

Your heart swelled with affection, and you couldn't help but smile back at her. "I know, Bada. And I appreciate it. You mean the world to me."

The studio resonated with the warmth of the Bebe family's playful interactions and genuine affection. In the midst of laughter and teasing, the bond between you and Bada shone brightly—a unique blend of friendship, love, and playful banter that defined your relationship.

As the day drew to a close and the members prepared to leave, Bada pulled you aside for a moment. "You know, Y/N, I might have been a little jealous during the live session, but it's only because I'm crazy about you."

Your heart skipped a beat at her words. Wrapping your arms around her, you replied, "And I'm crazy about you, too, Bada."

Feeling the warmth of the Bebe family enveloping you. "Besides I wouldn't have it any other way, Bada. You're everything to me."

With a nod and a knowing smile, Bada wrapped an arm around your shoulders, the playful teasing giving way to a genuine camaraderie. As the studio emptied, the bond between the Bebe crew remained—a blend of playful dynamics and the depth of affection that united them, both on and off the stage.

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ninjakk · 1 month

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Hey!!

I recently saw someone claim that Wei Wuxian was starved of conversation on his journey to Yiling with Lan Wangji and Wen Ning and so board he needed to chat to people before they ascend the mountain. I hadn't really noticed this until it was mentioned. What do you think of that scene?

I love your meta and fics btw. You use your understanding of the novel in your writing and it's just *chef's kiss*

Hi anon 👋🏻

Personally, I've not seen any comments regarding the above - but we can certainly look at the text in question 😊

Let's take a look at the scene in question:

Several days later, they arrived in Yiling.

The Burial Mounds were less than five kilometers ahead of this small town. Although they didn’t know exactly what awaited them there, Wei Wuxian had a feeling it wasn’t anything good. But Lan Wangji was right by his side, his gait steady, his gaze cool. Wei Wuxian had never been one with any sense of crisis to begin with, and with the way Lan Wangji looked, he was even less likely to get nervous at all.

Passing through the small town of Yiling, he was awash in the sounds of the local accent. It was invigorating and incomparably endearing. While he wasn’t planning on buying anything, he couldn’t help but strike up conversations in the local dialect with the street vendors. Only after he’d had his fill of socializing did he get down to business.

“Hanguang-jun, you remember this town, right?”

7S translation

So the scene opens with WWX gushing over how safe and happy he feels around LWJ. He's just so thankful to have someone by his side, someone he can fully depend on and is there for him, should he need it. This very much echoes his thoughts from when they began their descent from the Cloud Recesses, at the start of their journey here. For someone nearing the place he met such a gruesome end at previously, he seems incredibly content and calm - all thanks to LWJ. So straight away, we are reminded of how WWX feels around the other man. It's there for a reason, to set the scene. WWX is relaxed and enjoying himself because he's with LWJ.

They have just arrived in a city he is very familiar with. It's the place he both lived as an orphan and frequented as a man while residing at the burial mounds. He is surrounded by the accent of his "home" for the first time in over 13 years and it's making him feel sentimental. I also think it's a great parallel between when WWX finally visits Lotus Pier in the coming chapters and how desolate and subdued the place has become since JC became sect leader.

I think the above reaction is very normal considering the emotional impact it obviously had on him. WWX has already stated on numerous occasions that LWJ makes him happy and he enjoys his company, but he's also very sociable and likes to look around markets and chat with vendors - there's even a scene in the novel which states as such and many other examples. Although WWX is running around chatting and exploring the stalls, LWJ is still by his side. Doing so does not subtract from his obvious enjoyment of having LWJ's unwavering presence.

We see more than enough evidence that WWX happily chats to LWJ and that he, in turn, even responds and asks questions also. There seems to be this mind-boggling misconception that LWJ literally doesn't speak, and if he does he's like some caveman that can't communicate effectively, when it's the exact opposite. LWJ talks when necessary and is very succinct with his words - he's a true gentleman of their time. Of course, in comparison to WWX, he's much less chatty - but when he does talk it's sincere and relevant. WWX loves this about him! He's also an incredible listener and doesn't miss a single thing WWX says, which WWX also appreciates! Hardly anyone listens to all his ramblings and holds them all so dearly!

It's funny, because although WWX chats to anyone and everyone, it's obvious he enjoys conversing with LWJ the most. He treasures the fact they are on the same wavelength and understand each other implicitly 🥰

Aww! Thank you so much anon! I'm glad you are enjoying my meta and fics ❤️

I hope I managed to answer your question! Have a lovely day 😘

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #mdzs novel #anon ask #answered ask

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redhairedwolfwitch · 2 years

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Tattooed Tall Clown - Jenni Hermoso x Reader

A/n: this one gets a little sassy, a little spicy, a little chaotic, there's a lot of talk about tattoos and some spicy topics... also a lot of thirsting... this is actually a bit of a long fic, whoops.

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“So, everyone, we have this one for one final night before they jet off for sunnier skies, leaving us for Barcelona, once again!” Beth announced as she started the instagram live, pointing the camera at you before adjusting it so everyone else was in shot too.

“Are you going to miss me, Mead?” You fake pouted, teasing the Arsenal forward as she laughed.

“I’ve actually had quite enough of you! But the viewers seem to want to play a little game, so, Leah, what game are we playing?” Beth called out to where Leah and Jordan were across the room.

“The viewers? You sound like an influencer.” You deadpanned as Leah walked into view, glancing at the comments on the live before smirking.

“Well-”

“Whatever you’re thinking of, no!” cutting Leah off as she raised an eyebrow.

“Well I was going with truth or dare, but if you’d rather do kiss, marry, kill-”

“Oh great, my teammates are watching from Barcelona too!” you pointed out, regretting it immediately as Beth smirked and Leah smiled with a slight devious look in her eyes.

“Kiss, marry, kill-”

“Pass.” Folding your arms in defiance, you waited for friends’ next moves.

“You can’t pass everything! Give us some ideas people!” Beth looked towards the camera hopefully after you cut off Leah’s attempt at ‘kiss, marry, kill’.

“Yes, Mapi! Okay, so…” Beth gestured to you to read the Spanish messages in the livestream chat before they disappeared.

“Describe my type in three words… pass, dare?” you proposed but Beth shook her head, looking at Leah as Jordan frowned slightly, wondering what was going on.

“I dare you… to answer the question.”

“Oh my ugh, fine, um… three words? Can I have more than three words I feel like there needs to be some explanation-”

“Hurry up, will you?”

“Yeah, come on, we’ve not got all night!”

“Jordan, help? They’re ganging up on me!” you laughed, turning to the midfielder who shrugged at you, “wow… thanks… anyway… uh, my type, this is going to end up biting me in the ass-”

“Unless you’re into-”

“Mead, we’re on a live! Anyway, ugh, tattoos, height, funny…” you closed your eyes, pretending like hiding behind your hands would save you as Beth and Leah, and everyone watching the live processed what you said.

“Height, how does that help? How tall are you anyway?” Beth asked, but you frowned at her instead of giving her what she wanted, which was to know how tall you were.

“Funny and has tattoos… don’t all your teammates at Barcelona make you laugh though?” Leah replied before Jordan cut in, having got her phone out for something.

“And loads of them have tattoos!”

“I’m sorry, what game are you two trying to play, ‘what teammate could I have a crush on?’ if I had a crush, which I don’t. Mapi, you asked this on purpose!” you pointed at the phone, seeing that more of your teammates at Barcelona were now in the comments asking more questions.

“Someone has suggested we just go through the squad list and see which one gets a reaction?” Beth pointed out whilst you tried to hide the horror and panic on your face by clearing your throat, muttering a ‘good luck’ to them.

“Pina? Aitana? Alexia Putellas? Mapi? Leila Ouahabi? Patri? Jenni Hermoso?”

“You’re just listing my teammates because they happen to fall under the categories, but you forget I’m pretty sure they’re all taken so… let us move on-”

“Sandra?”

“Mariona?”

“Moving on now please! And no to both of those, they’re great, but no.” You gripped the bridge of your nose between your thumb and forefinger, closing your eyes to try to ignore how your teammates were still talking in the comments amongst themselves.

“I’m never going to hear the end of this…” you trailed off, looking at the camera as Jordan brought up another one of your teammates, Ana-Maria, since she also had tattoos.

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Returning to Barcelona, you had barely stepped food into the facility before an arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you into them.

“Can I help you, Leila?”

“I am your type, no?” Leila grinned, her grin deepening as you rolled your eyes.

“You watched that stupid stream? You were one of the many players that Beth, Leah and Jordan listed because you have tattoos, and you’re funny, that doesn’t mean anything, plus all the players those three listed, I’m pretty sure are taken, so let me go before we’re late for training.”

“Not all are taken!” Leila called after you, hurrying as you began to jog towards the dressing room to get changed into your training kit.

///

“Hola!” Mapi grinned, approaching you as you tugged your training top over your head, not seeing the other pair of eyes watching you with slight intrigue.

“Go back to Ingrid, León. Like I said in that stream, I don’t have a crush on anyone.” Your response was grumpy but you’d already had to clear things up with Ana, Mariona, Aitana (and Laia), whilst you were ready to whack your head against your locker when Clàudia walked over to you, but she just asked you about training instead.

“So you don’t think we’re all hot?” Mapi asked with a smirk, but your done expression said it all, barely dodging Alexia and Jenni as you walked out of the dressing room, carrying your boots instead of wearing them.

You had no doubt that Leah and Beth would have seen the messages you had sent them, threatening them slightly about what you had to say in the stream and how your teammates were on your case thinking you had a crush on one of them. Unfortunately, Beth and Leah found it more amusing than anything, having no way to contact your teammates and encourage them, they texted you back with teasing messages as well. Messages that once you read later, you would threaten to block them over, especially with the day at training you had had.

You should have known the other clowns of Barcelona would approach you eventually, but you didn’t think they’d approach during the gym session.

“Can I help you?” Patri grinned, offering to spot you as you began to head over to one of the weight benches.

“No thank you,” brushing off Patri’s question, you shifted to sort out the barbell first.

“So, I am your type?” Patri asked with a smirk, that smirk only falling when you almost dropped the weight plate, glaring at Patri.

“Really? Now? And I don’t have a crush on anyone, this is getting old, not funny at all!” you grumbled, checking the weight on the barbells was even before moving to start bench pressing. A guilty Patri spotting for you.

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The drills moved onto the pitch, pairing up with Frido, your teammates were too focussed on their drills to keep teasing you. That was until the water break anyway, and you accidentally made eye contact with Jenni, who grinned and wiggled her eyebrows, making you avert your eyes and accidentally met Alexia’s curious gaze.

Rolling your eyes, you diverted your gaze from all of your teammates, instead locking it on the sky as Alexia walked over, asking how you were doing.

“No offence, but I don’t have a crush, not even on la reina, once again, no offence.” Biting your lip, you shrugged as Alexia glared slightly at the nickname, but her eyes softened when you ended up glaring at a spying Mapi, grumbling under your breath about the stream. Luckily, the water break ended and you could return to work with Frido again.

Frido raised an eyebrow as she found you slightly zoned out, watching one of your teammates for slightly too long, but you cleared your throat, ignoring how you had paused in the drill to stare at a certain someone. It wasn’t just Frido that noticed though, as Alexia smiled to herself, glancing at who you had been watching as a plan formed in her head.

///

Jenni had tried to approach you as you were all told to hit the showers after practice, but you quickly hurried to the showers, dodging the forward completely. Showering gave you some peace as you purposefully waited until most of the squad had cleared out before returning to the dressing room. Rolling your eyes, you tried to ignore how Alexia and Jenni for some reason were still there, talking. Jenni’s eyes followed you as you grabbed your stuff and headed out for the night.

“Buenas noches!”

Alexia snorted as Jenni’s good night was left unanswered as you ran out quickly, the captain smirking as Jenni pouted slightly.

///

You’d barely arrived at the facility car park when the clowns decided they were going to start their teasing early. “Buenos días, can I help you, Ouahabi, Hermoso, León?”

Slipping your sunglasses on as you walked, you obscured the three clowns’ vision of whether you were really looking at any of them, heading inside for the team to begin preparations for the away game against Eibar.

“We are your type, yes?”

“Well you’re slowly becoming less funny and more annoying every time you bring up that stream, so…” You sassed back, neither of the three realising your gaze lingered on one of them in particular, instead they watched you walk away to find the others.

“Why are you wearing sunglasses inside?” Irene raised an eyebrow, folding her arms until you removed them, balancing them on your head instead as you sat down to go over the plan for the Eibar game.

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The bus drive to Eibar was a long one, everyone settling down in their seats as you curled up in the window seat, sunglasses on, headphones in, ignoring the world. Sitting on your own was supposed to give you some peace, looking out the window in thought, until someone sat in the seat next to you.

“You know it’s a long drive, do you really want to annoy me when we’ve barely set off?” you deadpanned, removing an earphone to acknowledge who had sat next to you, looking at you inquisitively.

“I hope I do not annoy you.” Frido grinned, raising an eyebrow as you let out a sigh, admitting that you were glad it was Frido and not one of the clowns, you’d affectionately dubbed them, since they kept teasing you about that stream.

“Why does it bother you this much, if you do not have a crush on anyone?” Frido asked, not hearing Alexia snort from where she was sitting nearby on the bus with Jenni, who was luckily distracted by playing games with Leila and Mapi.

“Because I stopped finding it funny the moment the teasing started, I don’t like having crushes, or telling people I have a crush because it’s pointless. Why would someone like me back?” you shrugged, about to slip your headphone back in when Frido caught your hand, shaking her head.

“You are not that bad.”

“Thanks… can we talk about something else now?”

“Your tattoos?” Frido asked, gesturing to your most recent tattoo with a grin.

///

Alexia frowned slightly as she heard you talk, glancing at where Jenni was locked in on playing whatever game it was with Leila and Mapi. Ingrid had headed to the bus’ bathroom before returning to talk to Marta and Caro, who were sitting in front of where Mapi and herself were sitting before.

“Ay, Jenni, it is your turn!” Mapi whacked Jenni on the arm, gesturing to the game, but Jenni’s attention had drifted to where you were talking vividly about something with Frido, a grin on your face she hadn’t seen as often since everyone kept bringing up the stream with your friends at Arsenal.

///

“Room assignments, no swapping!” Alexia called out for everyone to shut up as the pairs were called, your usual rooming with Frido thrown off completely as she was rooming with Alexia instead, and your name was called alongside Jenni’s.

Mapi was about to open her mouth but Ingrid distracted her, giving you a soft look that explained it all, since Frido was close to Ingrid, and neither of them had been teasing you like the clowns had been.

Keeping your gaze to the floor, you quickly took the keycard and headed towards the lift, almost forgetting Jenni completely in your haste to get away from everyone else teasing you.

“Hola, roomie!” Jenni grinned, having stopped the lift from closing before you could escape alone.

“Hello, Hermoso. I have one request, no references to that stupid stream, it stopped being funny the minute the stream ended. Meet this request, and I will try to get you a goal against Eibar.” You suggested, turning to acknowledge Jenni, even with your sunglasses still on.

“One goal?”

“Really, you want to try to bargain with me now?” you quirked an eyebrow, somehow getting the confidence to smirk at the forward who usually left you laughing and/or tongue-tied.

Jenni was unable to answer as the lift beeped, announcing it had reached the floor that you two, and the rest of the team were staying on for the time at Eibar.

///

The rest of the day training and preparing for the match went quickly, not allowing you even a moment to get stuck in your head, although you spent any free second watching Jenni train, and how good her tattoos and the rest of her- you get the point, and Frido did too as she poked you in the back several times throughout training.

Alexia rolled her eyes as Jenni didn’t even notice the ball at her feet, instead fixated on you laughing at something with Ingrid and Frido. Your captain rolling her eyes again when she found Jenni staring at you again.

“You are drooling.” Alexia whispered, distracting Jenni who immediately wiped at her mouth before continuing with the training.

///

You were supposed to get an early night, so you and Jenni returned to your room to sleep, you walking around the room in your pyjamas, ignoring how Jenni’s eyes followed you as she sat on her bed on her phone, before she got ready for bed herself.

The lights were off, Jenni was in her bed, yet you laid in yours, staring at the ceiling, wide awake.

You weren’t sure how long you were laying there, but the ceiling tiles were more defined as your eyes adjusted to the darkness, and you had no energy to go on your phone to check the time.

“Can’t sleep?”

“Sorry, did I wake you?” you rolled onto your side to acknowledge your roommate’s location in the darkness.

Simple conversation flowed as 1am rolled by and Mapi texted you telling you and Jenni to shut up because she could hear the talking through the wall.

“Screw it…” you whispered, throwing the bedding off of yourself and sitting up to climb out of bed.

“Qué?”

“Move over a bit… I don’t want to end up crushing you.” You stated, carefully moving your hands around in the darkness to slip under the covers in Jenni’s bed, jumping slightly as Jenni’s hand brushed your bare back where your pyjama shirt had ridden up slightly.

Your plan had been to continue talking, at a level where you could hear each other, but quiet enough not keep Mapi awake. Your plan hadn’t included falling asleep on Jenni and using her as a body pillow, clinging to her in your sleep as she returned the favour and held you in her arms.

You briefly woke up a few hours before you had to be up for the day, your tired eyes running over the tattoos on the arms that were holding you, not processing what it truly meant as you buried your face in what you thought was your pillow again, going back to sleep.

Waking up before her alarm, Jenni smiled as she looked down at your sleeping face, moving her free hand to gently remove an eyelash from your cheek before returning her hand to where it rested on your bare back, drawing patterns on your skin. Your pyjama shirt had ridden up again as you slept, giving Jenni a canvas to draw patterns on.

Your alarm began to ring first from across the room, your peaceful sleeping face turning into a grumpy one immediately as you began to stir and open your eyes, the first thing you see is Jenni’s smiling face. Heat ignited your face as you scrambled to get out of Jenni’s bed, climbing over her to cross the room, grabbing your gameday clothes and hurrying into the bathroom. Your sock getting stuck in the door as it shut left you hurrying to slam the bathroom door and lock it, hearing Jenni’s laughter on the other side as you began your morning routine.

///

Jenni found you at the breakfast selection, glancing over the options with your chosen cutlery and crockery on a tray.

“How did you sleep?” Jenni enquired as she reached for a banana from the fruit bowl.

“Okay, I guess,” shrugging at Jenni’s question, you finally spotted what you were looking for, heading towards where Alexia, Pere and Leila were sat at a table.

“Okay? You were using me as a body pillow!” Jenni pretended to be offended as she followed you over to the table, not realising how loud she was being as your teammates’ eyes widened.

“That doesn’t mean you were a good body pillow!”

“You smiled in your sleep!” Jenni retorted, watching as you chose to answer her instead of eating.

“I was dreaming about… puppies!”

“I thought you were a cat person?” Leila pointed out, pointing her spoon at you.

“You two shared a bed last night?” Pere shouted in glee, loud enough that everyone who had come down for breakfast had heard.

“You two shared a bed?” Mapi shouted from across the room, leaving Jenni to immediately notice how you glared at your breakfast, now untouched as the teasing began.

“Jenni is your type!”

The mention of the stream left you pushing back your chair, ignoring the teasing that followed you as some concerned gazes watched you leave, hearing you mutter one final thing before the door shut behind you, “damn stream…”

///

Once again, it was Jenni who found you, her gaze drifting over your body crouched down rummaging through your suitcase, but whatever you were looking for, you couldn’t find. Jenni sat on her bed waiting as you pushed up on your knees to stand up, sparing a glance at Jenni before you gulped, feeling a ghost of Jenni’s hand rest on your hip, her thumb drawing circles above your pelvic bone like it had this morning.

Standing up, Jenni opened her arms without expecting you to take her up on the hug, but you leapt forwards into her arms, burying your face in her neck as you fought back the tears of frustration, focussing on the warmth and comfort Jenni gave you instead.

///

You hadn’t realised that Jenni had seen more than just what your face looked like when you slept, not realising she’d seen one of your tattoos she didn’t know you had, until your pyjama shirt neckline had moved, revealing it.

“The tattoo on your collarbone, when did you get that one? I haven't seen it before now.” Jenni asked, almost regretting asking as you pulled away from her to reveal it again.

“You never asked.”

“"I can't ask about something I don't know, koala…” Jenni trailed off, her eyes lingering around your body as another thought came to mind, one that you picked up immediately.

“But why would you know about tattoos I got, in places you can't see?" You tilted your head to the side, leaving crumbs of a mystery in Jenni’s head, where were these other tattoos that she hadn’t seen?

“People often like to talk about their new tattoos.”

"Maybe I would have mentioned it, but everyone's favourite topic to ask me is that stream… it’s not like anyone but me has seen all of them anyway,” shrugging to yourself as you began to sort through your suitcase again.

“I wouldn’t mind seeing them.”

“This isn't a strip club, Hermoso, and I am not stripping for you!” you sassed back, giving up on whatever you were looking for as Jenni chuckled.

“Of course it isn't a strip club, I wouldn't pay you. What if I strip too?” Jenni proposed, smirking as you immediately shivered, turning around with wide eyes at Jenni’s boldness.

"Nice try, Hermoso. You'll have to try harder than that!” but your confidence was fake, and you had something else on your mind as Jenni took a step forward.

"I love a good challenge-” Jenni was cut off as your stomach rumbled, your face burning as the forward held in a laugh.

“Oh, koala, are you hungry?”

“Not for you… the teasing made me ditch breakfast, remember?” reminding Jenni of the events that had occurred in the cafeteria of the hotel, driving you away from your breakfast to take refuge in your room.

The two of you ended up hurrying out of the hotel, ditching your stuff on the bus to the match, and running down the street to the closest cafe so you could eat something. The two of you missing did not go unnoticed but neither of you realised the time as Jenni asked her question as you ate.

“"Can I know where your tattoos are?"

Your mouth was full with the makeshift breakfast you’d got in the cafe to-go, so you began to point with your free hand to parts of your body which had the tattoos, leaving the mystery of what they were to remain as Jenni memorised each area you pointed to, and wondering what the tattoos were of.

///

Hurrying onto the bus, the two of you were slightly late whilst the teasing tried to continue. You sat with Frido on the bus, Alexia and Jenni sitting in the row in front. Alexia had asked how Jenni had slept, leaving Jenni to smirk and turn around, spotting you wearing your sunglasses again as she spoke, eliciting a loud response from you.

“I do not snore, Hermoso!”

“When you are awake. Sleeping? You are a snoring little koala clinging to me.” Jenni smirked, sticking her tongue out at you as you glared, even though it was hidden by your sunglasses.

“I do not snore, if anything you snore!”

“Oh, cariño, to find that one out, you need to wake up first, but with the way you were sleeping last night? I doubt that will ever happen.” Jenni replied, ignoring the amused looks on Alexia and Frido’s faces.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have kept me up then!” you replied, folding your arms like a grumpy child as Jenni sassed you back.

“I kept you up, koala? It was the other way around.”

“How? Was I staring at the ceiling too loudly?” tilting your head to the side, you looked up as Jenni turned around to look over the back of her seat at you.

"Your thoughts were really loud, koala, and what kind of friend would I be if I didn't help you get out of your pretty head?" Jenni replied, not realising her wording had several meanings and the sunglasses obscuring your eyes meant that nobody could see the emotions flickering through them.

“Friends?” your voice broke slightly, Frido about to interrupt but you cleared your throat, smirking slightly, “you must have slipped in the shower and hit your head or something if you seriously think I’m pretty.”

Frido immediately whacked you on the arm, whilst Alexia peeked over the back of her seat to glare at your words, but Jenni shook her head. “I think I am fine, koala.”

“You sure? You might need to be checked for a concussion… follow my finger?” you raised your hand, Jenni grinning like hell as she followed your moving finger with her eyes, winking with her next sentence.

“Maybe I should, I did fall for you hard.”

“Mierda, if you’re actually concussed you seem really happy about it?” you raised an eyebrow, pushing Jenni’s hand away as she reached for your sunglasses, ignoring her pout as you did so.

“I am in the presence of a pretty head after all.”

“My skull is average sized?” you deadpanned, frowning as Jenni rolled her eyes and Alexia and Frido both stifled their laughter as best they could.

“Are you sure you both got enough sleep?” Frido teased, wondering if your obliviousness was from sleep deprivation, or stubbornness.

“I slept well, I had a personal blanket." Jenni answered with a soft smile, but you sassed her back.

“Don't get used to having a 'personal blanket', Hermoso!”

"We will see about that, koala, I think you are going to miss having something to cling onto!” Jenni replied but Frido bit her lip, already knowing what you were about to deadpan.

"It's called a body pillow, it just doesn't fit in my suitcase."

"Seems like you need me then, koala.” Jenni replied before Alexia whacked her, raising an eyebrow at how far Jenni was going to take this.

"Or a bigger suitcase... I don't get into just anyone's bed, Hermoso."

“I am honoured, koala, you are welcomed back anytime…” Jenni rested her hand over her heart with a grin that made you want to bury your face in your hands.

"Last night was unintentional, but thanks, I think?" you shifted in your seat, frowning as Frido poked you in the ribs with a grin.

“Unintentional, you say? You are welcome, mi koala.”

“Did you want to keep our teammates up? Mapi texted me that she could hear us talking through the wall!” You explained, making the move to remove your sunglasses but you decided against it in case your eyes give anything away.

“"You made the move into my bed though. You did not even ask, just climbed in next to me.” Jenni pointed out, not expecting you to give in so easily, but the coach had arrived for the game.

///

“You know, Hermoso, if you’re that interested in my tattoos, then you'll be happy to know I'm going to get another one soon." You taunted Jenni slightly in the dressing room of the Eibar stadium, leaving the forward full of questions as you walked away to go shower.

“Can I see where?” Jenni called after you, but you paused, raising an eyebrow at her.

“Still not stripping for you, Hermoso. It feels like all you want is to see me with less clothes.” You deadpanned before leaving, ignoring Jenni’s retort that you knew the rest of the team heard.

“Can you blame me, koala?”

“"I guess we all know now which tattooed, tall & funny person they meant." Mapi declared, but everyone pointed out it had been obvious for a while now.

///

The game against Eibar went well with Barcelona winning (Jenni getting two assists from you, plus you had taken a power shot at goal and scored one yourself) and everyone taking the bus back. You and Frido sat watching a movie together before falling asleep for the remaining hours of the journey back as training for the next home game began a couple of days later.

///

Finding a patch of shade on the pitch after training, you flopped down taking a breath, not expecting Jenni to flop down next to you, propping her head up on her elbow as she looked you up and down.

“In case you need me as a body pillow.” Jenni smiled, grinning as you removed your arm from where it had been resting over your face.

“You suck.”

“On what?” Jenni wiggled her eyebrows, smirking as you immediately reminded her of a bird with ruffled feathers.

“Why are you so eager to have me on top of you?” you spluttered slightly, rolling onto your side to look at the forward properly.

“Because it is usually the other way around.”

“Usually? When have you ever been on top of me? Besides when I tripped over the ball that one time and took you down with me…” you trailed off, remembering that day of training far too well.

“Not yet, but maybe soon?” Jenni winked, but her hopeful tone went undetected by you as you sat up with wide eyes.

“In your dreams, Hermoso!” you hurried away, running off the training pitch directly to the showers, passing Alexia who was practising her free kicks in the process.

“What did you say to them? You are going to end up giving your koala a heart attack!” Alexia raised an eyebrow, walking over to where Jenni still laid in the shade.

“What did I do?” Jenni raised her hands like she was innocent, but Alexia shook her head.

"They ran faster away from you than they did for the sprinting drill!”

“I didn’t tell them to run away… I would have liked the opposite…” Jenni admitted but Alexia rolled her eyes, looking up as Caro walked over.

“Why did your koala just sprint into the showers?"

Apparently Jenni nicknaming you her koala had spread to the team’s knowledge as the forward shrugged at Caro’s question, “We were just talking.”

“Talking? Sure…”

“Or they ran off because you stink, go shower Jenni." Alexia instructed, folding her arms as Jenni sighed and got up off the ground, heading inside towards the showers with a “fine, fine!” directed to the captain.

Jenni entering the dressing room put her directly into your path, you were freshly showered and in clean clothes as you bumped into her, looking the sweaty forward up and down before you walked around her and into Frido. The dressing room soon turned into a game of koala pinball, until you were nudged from the dressing room before Jenni could be done showering.

///

Your body pillow was slowly not helping you sleep as you laid awake, hoping to get an early night so you could relax on your off-day. Instead you were laying awake, staring at the ceiling.

Reaching for your phone, you sent Jenni a text.

‘Body pillow has no effect now, it is your fault that I am awake’

Jenni texting back wasn’t something you expected, asking if you wanted her to come over, in Spanish, making you worry that the forward was too tired, but you still texted back your answer.

Throwing the body pillow from the bed to make room, you jumped out of bed as you heard a knock at the door, hurrying over to open it, “this is not a booty call.”

“Could be-”

“Too tired, sorry,” apologising, Jenni had barely entered your place before you were snuggling into her, waddling to where your bedroom was.

Jenni’s arms remained by her sides until you were both under your covers, one arm resting on your lower back, the other cradling the back of your neck as you fell asleep, Jenni following soon after.

///

Jenni woke up to her phone buzzing on your bedside table, but she didn’t make any moves to check it, instead enjoying how peaceful you looked, even as you clung to her with a death grip. Only when her phone began to ring did the forward move to silence it, but her movements elicited a groan from you. The muffled growl of a ‘no!’ telling her not to move too much, your face buried in her neck as you shifted your body further onto her.

"So now you want to be on top of me-" Jenni was cut off as you opened your mouth, but your face was so squished into her neck that opening your mouth felt like you were about to bite her.

“Don’t ruin the moment,” your voice was muffled so you moved your face from Jenni’s neck, not seeing the disappointed pout on her face as you moved to go back to sleep, but your face didn’t press into her neck again.

“Go back to sleep, koala, I am not going anywhere.” Jenni whispered, drawing circles above your pelvic bone again as you murmured a ‘yay’ before being out like a light.

///

It turned out that Jenni was supposed to meet some of your teammates for breakfast, which was now brunch as she persuaded you to get out of bed and go outside. In the end, it was hunger that persuaded you as you sat eating, Jenni about to as well when Leila realised something.

“So that is why you were not home!”

Slipping your sunglasses back on, you ignored the teasing as much as you could as you continued to eat, feeling Jenni’s hand comfortingly on your knee as she clowned the others back with jokes and sarcasm, squeezing your knee every once in a while.

Your sunglasses obscured everyone’s view of where you were looking as you sipped your drink, eyes running over Jenni’s tattoos with hidden appreciation. It was only when the others began to talk amongst themselves that you let Jenni remove your sunglasses from your eyes.

“Now you can look at me without those glasses!” she smiled, but you pouted slightly, hanging your sunglasses from your shirt neckline.

“But then everyone can see me looking at you?”

“You look at me?” Jenni was almost thrown off by the seriousness of your tone.

“How could I not? You’re my type… tattoos, funny and height, in your case, tattooed, tall, clown… who accidentally became my body pillow that I sleep better with, I’m sorry about that…” you apologised, resting your hand on Jenni’s hand that was on your knee, until she tangled your fingers with hers.

“Don’t be. I sleep better with my personal blanket, koala.” Jenni replied, smiling as you squeezed her hand gently.

“Sorry about the death grip though…”

“Don’t be, I like it.”

“Yeah, I could tell by the way you stopped breathing for a second this morning… although I did almost bite you, guessing you’re not into biting?” you teased, but Jenni smirked, resting her elbow on the table so she could rest her cheek on her free hand in amusement.

“With you? I could get into it.” Jenni replied, about to lean in but Leila whispering stopped her.

“They know we are still here, yes?”

“Would they hurry up and kiss already? Alexia and Frido are going to win the bet…” was also said but you rolled your eyes, deciding to keep drinking your drink instead as Jenni smirked, wiggling her eyebrows at your teammates, and repeating one of your classic lines.

“In your dreams.”

#jenni hermoso x reader #jenni hermoso imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso imagines #barcelona femeni x reader #barcelona femeni imagine #barcelona femeni imagines

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joongbin · 1 year

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Im not sure if it's too early (⁠˘⁠.⁠ _⁠ .⁠˘⁠)

can i request skz reaction to 9th member m!reader saved number with something cute maybe sweetly / fluffy / tiny or animal he looks like (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

whats my name? - ot8

summary › getting a cute contact name by your member is so nice, it makes you wanna squish them.

genre › fluff, possible crack?

pairings › ot8 x male, 9th member, reader. (not in a relationship.)

warnings › cursing, some members look at your phone w/o permission.

a/n: it's not too early at all !! this one isnt my favourite at all tbh .. i had no ideas whatsoever for this ..... but i hope you enjoy!

𑁍𑁍𑁍. .𑁍𑁍𑁍

BANG CHAN

You and Chan were talking before you said you needed to excuse yourself to the restroom, leaving your phone on, on the desk. He took this opportunity to check what's his contact name, since he's seen everyone, but not yours.

'wolfchannie' it wrote, he giggled to himself at how cute he was, not noticing that you had came back.

“ what the fuck are you doing, Chan? ” you said, snatching back your phone. He hugged you and swung you around lightly with you being confused. Was he drunk?

“ my contact name is so cute ~ also sorry that i looked through your phone, i just wanted to see what's my contact name. ” he said, muffled against your shoulder.

“ .. you could've asked me? ”

“ no, you wouldn't give me it, i know. ” he hummed, with you struggling to get out. Well, your efforts were absolutely worthless since Chan is 100x stronger than you.

Chan bragged about having a cute contact name to Han and Changbin, with the two of them humming while he brags.

𑁍𑁍𑁍. .𑁍𑁍𑁍

LEE KNOW

The two of you were showing each other your contact names of the other members, Lee Know's was pretty normal, with their normal nicknames with their emojis.

You, on the other hand, had cute nicknames from stays that made it up, again with their emojis.

Now it was time to show what you had for each other, Lee Know showed his first, with it being your nickname and your emoji. And with an extra cat that looks like Dori.

You showed yours, chuckling nervously. 'minnie 😼' He chuckled before laughing hysterically at his nickname, patting your head.

“ my nicknames so cute, y/n~ ” he cooed, you rolled your eyes playfully, giggling.

Lee Know talked about it during a YouTube Live, stays thinking that he was bragging, which he KINDA was.

𑁍𑁍𑁍. .𑁍𑁍𑁍

SEO CHANGBIN

Throwback to the time when Felix asked his mom to call Changbin's mom, just to see what he had his mom's contact name as. Yeah, Changbin pulled the same shit on you.

Instead, he had asked one of the members to do it while he called you. Once you got the phone call, the same perpetrator, Felix, snatched your phone and took a picture of his name.

“ Felix! Changbin was calling me! ” you said, grabbing your phone back before realizing he had already left the call, with Felix giggling as he sent the picture.

'bunnie🐰' (Bunny + Binnie)

After he saw what his nickname was, he was quick to text you about it. Saying how it was so cute and how he was gonna hug you to death.

Yeah, he went live that night and immediately told stay how you had a cute contact name for him with a giant smile on his face.

𑁍𑁍𑁍. .𑁍𑁍𑁍

HWANG HYUNJIN

You were texting Hyunjin when something he had texted something so funny that you had to send it in a group chat. Although you blacked out the past messages, you didn't black out his name.

So, you sent it to the group. The first to notice the name was none other than Hyunjin himself.

'm/n ..... Why is my name ‘ferretman 💤’ ????' You were embarrassed. You sighed and explained, since his SKZOO is a ferret, and you didn't wanna be boring. He chuckled at the explanation, spamming haha's over to you.

𑁍𑁍𑁍. .𑁍𑁍𑁍

HAN JISUNG

The two of you were playing truth or dare, Han asked you and you chose truth. It had already been 20 rounds now, so he ran out of questions.

“ m/n, what's my contact name? ”

You laughed at the question before pulling out your phone and showing him. He squinted his eyes as he looked at what his contact name was on your phone.

'hanji 🦫🦫'

He gasped and literally hugged you, ruffling your hair and squishing you like you're his personal plushy.

“ my name is so cute, m/n!! I love you so much!!! ”

𑁍𑁍𑁍. .𑁍𑁍𑁍

LEE YONGBOK (FELIX)

Felix simply asking you to show him his contact name on your phone was pretty easy, since, well, it's Felix. You showed him with a smile.

'bokkie 🐣'

He found it absolutely adorable! He also had a cute name for you, too. He side hugged you tightly.

“ so cute, m/n! ” He giggled.

After this, he told stay about it during a live. Speaking about how you were so cute and how he also had a cute nickname for you on his phone.

𑁍𑁍𑁍. .𑁍𑁍𑁍

KIM SEUNGMIN

You were live when a stay asked you what you had the members contact names as. Since it wasn't private, you showed them, while censoring their numbers.

Seungmin was watching the live when he saw what his contact name was on your phone.

'seungmong 🐶'

He chuckled at the nickname and decided to message you about it. Well, more like tease you about it, but he did find it cute. He may or may not have changed your name to something that matched.

𑁍𑁍𑁍. .𑁍𑁍𑁍

YANG JEONGIN

You were filming a new SKZ-CODE episode, and Jeongin had a mission before the episode ended: see what m/n's contact name of himself is.

He knew exactly what to do. He asked Changbin to distract you while he steals your phone.

You were texting someone while on the mattress before Changbin went to act cutesy at you and hugging you to death. Nothing was suspicious, it was Changbin after all.

That was until Jeongin snatched your phone and looked for his name or something familiar to that. He paused at one name that he knew it was definitely him.

'innie 🦊' he showed the camera his name while covering the chats with his hand. Jeongin handed your phone back with a whole hearted laugh and patted your back, telling you how he adored the name.

𑁍𑁍𑁍. .𑁍𑁍𑁍

#skz x male reader #x male reader #stray kids x male reader #bang chan x male reader #lee know x male reader #seo changbin x male reader #hwang hyunjin x reader #han jisung x male reader #lee felix x male reader #kim seungmin x reader #yang jeongin x reader

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upsidedownwithsteve · 1 year

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emmy, i think you’d nail modern!steve trying to navigate bereal. like, i think he’d be so stressed once that notification goes out that he drops whatever (or whoever 🤭) he’s doing to make sure he gets his photo in on time.

also, feel free to ignore this since it isn’t necessarily a request per say, but i don’t know, i think it could be something funny to write about if nothing else is tickling your fancy

love, ali :)

Honestly, for someone who didn’t fuss with Facebook or Snapchat, or any other popular social media, Steve was really into BeReal.

Max and Lucas had shown him, explaining how the app worked as Eddie rolled his eyes on the couch behind them, telling them all how it was just another ploy from the government, the big guys wanting to know what everyone was up to at all times.

Steve downloaded it anyway.

His uploads were innocent enough, the usual kind of boring shots that everyone was grateful for after years of living through a real life horror movie. Photos of him and Robin at work, their cheeks squished together as they stacked shelves, an empty storefront before them.

Dinner with you, his smiling face in one photo, you beaming back at him from across the table in the other. Dimly lit images of you on his lap, sitting on the hood of Steve’s car in the dark, the moon hitting the lake in front of you both. These kinds of photos were always met with blurry reactions from the kids gagging, Max usually mid eye roll and Robin’s middle finger.

Steve would get flustered when the notification came through, usually at the most inconvenient times. But Dustin would call him out whenever he posted too late, resulting in an argument only you could put an end to, most of the time with folded arms and a disapproving stare sent to Steve.

“Really, babe? He’s sixteen.”

But it meant that Steve got a little bolder with his photos, snapshots taken at the most inappropriate moments, starting small with him and Eddie in the cinema, the accidental flash illuminating the people behind them both, all glaring at the camera lens. Eddie was mid popcorn chew, looking disgruntled and caught off guard. Then there was the traffic stop, Steve’s cell in his lap as his camera caught his chin and the line of his jaw as he spoke to the unsuspecting cop who was giving him a warning for speeding.

The group chat exploded the night he posted a photo of his black eye and bloodied nose, the front camera catching the end of his baseball bat on the ground, covered in a substance no one really knew what to call, but the nails glinted in the low light and El’s sneaker could be seen in the corner. Luckily, the body of the rogue demodog was just out of shot.

“C’mon, I barely have anyone but you guys on the app,” Steve had countered.

So it really shouldn’t have come as a surprise when you were on top of your boyfriend one day - messy haired and topless, black bra strap hanging from a shoulder - that he reached for his phone on the nightstand when it pinged.

“Steve Harrington, you better be fucking joking,” you’d said, deadpan.

The boy grinned, pink cheeked and lips kiss bitten as he tried to catch his breath from when you’d stolen it with your mouth on his throat. He shrugged and shook his phone.

“C’mon, I’m proving a point,” he murmured, voice lilted and soft, teasing. He ran a warm hand down the expanse of your chest, over the dark lace and across the stripe of skin above the hand of your shorts. “Babe. Baby.”

“Proving a point to who? Dustin?” You laughed, squirming when Steve poked at your ribs, grinning when he groaned at the movement of you over his lap. “The boys know you’re not a virgin, babe, it’s okay.”

Steve huffed and tried not to let his cheeks warm at your words, holding the phone up even when you still laughed. But he waited, brows raised expectantly, his smile a little smug.

“Fine,” you huffed, rolling your eyes at the pleased expression on his face as he stayed against the pillows, grin wide, eyes a little hazy, hair a mess from your tugging fingers.

He snapped the photo just as you covered your face with both hands, thighs still splayed over his hips, your bare stomach on show and your own exasperated grin showing through the gap in your palms. If people looked close enough, they’d see the lavender and rose coloured marks on your neck, the one just hidden by your forearm on your chest.

The group chat turned into chaos mere minutes after, the kids calling for Steve to be banned from the app, Nancy trying to explain that nobody needed to see that, and god, it’s the middle of the day, guys! Eddie called you both animals, Jonathan made an offhand comment about the composition of the photo, Robin said she was blocking Steve and Argyle sent ten thumbs up emojis.

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Bird & Fox

Chapter 5

Jason POV

In the morning before Y/N replied…

Dickhead made a willful request, so I went back to the manor eat the breakfast prepared by Alfred. I saw everyone woke up early in the morning and were doing their own things in the hall.

While Alfred hadn't prepared breakfast yet, I sat next to Tim who was working on his laptop, with my hands on my chest, leaning on the sofa in a daze. I couldn't help but glance at Tim, what was he doing on the laptop, and he also glanced at me.

"Ermm, hi." Tim greeted politely.

I poked him with my arm "Hey, what are you doing?"

I don't talk much with them usually. We only chat a few words when we meet occasionally. At most, we talk about patrols and missions. It makes me feel uncomfortable and awkward to talk with them.

He turned his laptop to show me. He was analyzing the relevant content of Kitsune. It carefully recorded every word said by the fox, her body reactions, equipment and movements.

"No flaws at all." Tim gave the answer.

I exhaled, "It seems that she is not a small character, especially her mouth."

Tim nodded, "Yesterday, not only Dick was flirted by her, but also Damian."

I stood up from the sofa, "Huh!? That demon brat was flirted by her?!

Hearing the word demon brat, Damian jumped off the sofa, walked in front of me and Tim and shouted, "I didn't!"

I covered my mouth and laughed, "Hahahaha! Demon brat! Congratulations on your peach blossom!"

Damian stamped his feet desperately, "I didn't! I just..." He whispered.

I put my palm behind my ear and approached him, "The hell? "

He turned his back to me, his ears slightly red. This kid is really easy to understand. It should be said that he has little experience in this kind of thing, he was fooled by Kitsune's sweet words.

I sat back on the sofa and said, "Haha, a kid is a kid." I mocked him.

He gave me the middle finger "Heh! You deserve to be used as bait by her."

I don't deny that she is good at choosing the right time, but I really can't swallow the fact she used me as bait. With her reaction speed, she can make changes so quickly, and I slightly recognize her ability.

However, this demon brat still makes me very angry. How can this guy make me angry every time I see him? And the most funny that he is Bruce's biological son.

Bruce closed the newspaper, "You two stop arguing."

Bruce's words, I and he remained silent didn't pursue it. He sat quietly next to me. I thought to myself this house has such a big living room and there are several sofas. Why does he have to sit next to me?

I poked him with my arm, "Hey, sit somewhere else."

He stuck out his tongue, "I don't want to."

Suddenly, someone came from behind hugged me and demon brat together, "Okay, okay, don't quarrel, get along well~" That person was Dickhead.

I shook off his hand, turned around and said with a smirk, "Hey, how many rounds can you take?"

He blushed and clarified, "Shut up! Don't mention it!"

"Hehe." We looked at the laughter, it was Bruce who was laughing.

Dickhead walked forward, "Bruce, no way, even you are laughing at me."

Bruce immediately clarified after hearing Dickhead's words, "No, I just feel happy when I see you guys making trouble sometimes, don't mind me."

I scratched my head awkwardly, demon brat looked in another direction, Tim's mouth corners slightly raised, Dickhead kept smiling and giving me thumbs up gestures, Bruce buried his head in the newspaper as usual.

Bruce occasionally said words like a father, I couldn't figure out his mind, I knew he wouldn't show his feelings on face, but his actions would show some fatherly little movements.

For example, when I returned to the manor, he was the first one hug me, a very tight and warm hug. At that time, I was so scared then pushed him away and turned away. From then on, Dickhead kept trying to find ways to resolve our differences.

I was very happy to return home, but I still couldn't get over that hurdle. Maybe I am too fragile and too sensitive. Every time I back, I am filled with anticipation and fear in my heart, but I am afraid that I will lose my mind again.

Tim touched my shoulder "Hey."

I was awakened by Tim, and my clenched fists unconsciously loosened "Hey."

"Would you like some coffee?" Tim was comforting me in his own way.

I touched his head "You are really addicted to caffeine. One for me."

Tim closed his laptop and left the sofa "Okay, okay, I'll try."

Demon brat on the other side whispered "Hey, are you free?"

"If you have anything to say, do it now." I said.

"Train with me later. You will be my opponent." He suddenly asked.

Not only me, but also Bruce and Dickhead were flattered. This was the first time I heard him say this. Usually Dickhead and Bruce trained him, and this was the first time he asked me.

He was so weird and abnormal today. I covered his forehead and said, "Hey, did you see a ghost? Or do you have a fever?"

He slapped my hand away and said, "Do you want to or not?!"

I took out my phone and saw that there was plenty of time. I clicked into the chat room but there was no reply from her. I was a little disappointed, but it was not good to force a meeting, and it was not good to get entangled, so I took back my phone.

I scratched his hair with both hands and said, "Okay, okay, I am happy."

Dickhead and Bruce were very pleased to see what I did. I was actually very happy in my heart. Although I hated this kid, he occasionally showed the attitude of wanting a brother, just like he wanted Dickhead.

Tim approached me and handed me the coffee. "Here you go."

I took it and raised my glass to his cup. "Cheers."

"Haha, it makes us look like we are drinking." He sat next to me.

I carefully put the coffee in my mouth and took a sip, savoring the warm coffee carefully. A strong aroma came to my face. No wonder Tim is addicted to caffeine. It can not only refresh the mind but also smell delicious.

"Ahem, everyone, breakfast is ready." Alfred popped up.

Bruce put down the newspaper and got up from the sofa. "Okay, kids, breakfast."

"Yahoo!" Dickhead screamed excitedly.

I got up and was about to go to breakfast but Alfred stopped me. "Master Todd, you are welcome to come back anytime. I am also looking forward to chatting with you."

I smiled and responded to him. "I will come when I can find time. I promise."

Alfred put his arm around my shoulders and walked to the dining hall together. Everyone sat quietly in their seats, except for idiot Dickhead, who was supposed to sit next to Bruce, but today he sat in my seat.

I stood behind him, "Hey, Dickhead, leave my seat."

He turned around and stuck out his tongue, "I don't want it. This seat is very comfortable."

"You bastard!" I pulled his collar.

"Ahem. Master Todd." Alfred stopped you.

I let go of his collar. Dickhead looked so proud that I really wanted to punch him. This guy always came up with bad ideas. I scratched my hair helplessly and sighed to calm down.

I moved closer to the seat next to Bruce, pulled out the chair and sat down quietly. I looked at the table full of delicious breakfast and the shiny tableware. I carefully took the tableware and put a mouthful of food into my mouth to chew.

Sitting next to Bruce made me feel weird and stressed. It was a very awkward feeling. It had been a long time since I had sat next to him to eat. Before, we were always at a distance from each other, but now he was so close to me. How could I start a conversation?

"Jason."

I heard someone calling my name, and I looked up at Bruce in the direction of the voice. He called me with a gentle expression, and I put down my cutlery and looked him in the eye.

"What's the matter?" I was a little embarrassed when he called me by my name.

Bruce turned his fork and was about to speak, and he swallowed his saliva "How are you getting along with your friends?"

I was extremely shocked when he suddenly mentioned Y/N. I put my hand on the back of my head awkwardly "Ermm..."

He looked at me in confusion, and my mind was blank. I didn't know what answer to give. I didn't know how to change the topic of her in the middle of the conversation, and I didn't know how to describe her to them.

"Break up?" Demon brat interrupted.

I gave him the middle finger "She and I, pure friendship, how can we break up?"

Tim tilted his head curiously "What's her name?"

Dickhead raised his hand "I want to know!"

I covered my face and didn't want to pay attention to them. Everyone was talking nonsense, acting like an idiot. I didn't hate this noisy atmosphere, I just wanted to keep her presence until we met and introduced her.

I hesitated for a moment, thinking about how to answer these questions. At this time, Bruce's hand was on my shoulder, which made me calm down immediately.

"Erm... she's a good person." I told him vaguely.

Tim looked confused, "What else?"

Dickhead interrupted, "What about the appearance? Where is the photo?"

Demon brat also intervened, "I'm more curious about who is not afraid of death and dares to be friends with you."

"You two are really nosy!"

Bruce covered his mouth and laughed quietly, "Are you happy to be with her?"

I turned to look at Bruce and nodded, "Yeah, happy."

Bruce nodded and smiled, feeling relieved, "I hope I can meet her one day. Talk to her again."

Tim took a sip of coffee and said, "It seems that you are very cautious about her. I am more curious about who is your true love."

"Yes, yes! Have you mentioned us to her?" Dickhead pointed at himself.

"I didn't tell her about my family affairs. I didn't think it was necessary." I said indifferently.

Dickhead complained, "You didn't introduce me, a handsome big brother, to her? How shameful!"

I glared at him, "I don't want her to know that Nightwing was foolishly flirted by Kitsune last night."

Dickhead stood up from his seat, "Not talk about that!"

"I can't stand it either. Cheesy love talk." Demon brat chewed his food.

Dickhead pointed at demon brat and complained to him, "You are the same! When Kitsune is mentioned, you blush!"

Demon brat stood up and retorted, "I'm not blushing!"

For some reason, they started to quarrel. I ignored them and continued to eat my breakfast. After eating, I cleaned up the dishes and took them to the kitchen, because the whole house was in a quarrel.

Just then, Bruce also walked into the kitchen and put the dishes aside. I opened the refrigerator and took a bottle of juice to pour into the cup. I also poured another cup and handed it to Bruce. He looked at it and smiled with relief.

"Thank you." He took the juice from my hand.

"You're welcome." I put the remaining juice back.

Bruce leaned next to me "Jason."

I looked at him "What?"

"You know I'm not very good at expressing my feelings, but I'm really happy for you."

"What did I do?" I was confused.

"You met a good girl."

I scratched my hair "Just friends, nothing else."

He chuckled and said "Whether friends or other relationships, I hope you can be happy."

I swallowed and my hands trembled slightly "Actually, I didn't tell her about our family affairs. I don't want her to be implicated."

Bruce nodded and smiled "I understand."

"I want to protect her." I smiled slightly.

Bruce took the empty cup from my hand "You can."

He put the cup in the sink, then put his arm around my shoulders and led me out of the kitchen. The other people looked at him in confusion but smiled. I looked particularly embarrassed but not disgusted.

Dickhead wanted to follow but stopped by Alfred. Alfred did this so that we could have our own father-son time without anyone interfering or disturbing our time.

Bruce and I talked a lot alone in the room, including about Y/N. It was still unbelievable that I had the opportunity to sit and chat with Bruce calmly like this.

I felt that someone was eavesdropping outside the door. I opened the door and saw three other people. I had no choice but to invite them to chat together. Y/N's matter should be kept secret from the three of them for the time being.

The topic of the long-lost family gathering together was not work, but the stupid things encountered in life. Looking at this scene, I really don't want it to disappear. I also want to protect this family, not as Red Hood, but as a son.

In the afternoon, we all stayed in the Batcave. Tim was busy with the computer as usual, demon brat and I were sparring with each other, while Bruce and Dickhead sat aside and watched.

Demon brat was trained as an assassin since he was a child so he already had the basics of fighting. Later, he was brought back by Bruce to be Robin and guide him. From the sparring, I could still feel his shortcomings.

He rushed towards me with a stick in his hand. I saw through his attack, grabbed the stick with my backhand, and threw him over my shoulder. He was a beat slower to react, and I threw him to the ground.

I sat cross-legged in front of him, "You are too naive."

He punched the floor with his fist, "Damn it! Do it again!"

Bruce stood up and was about to scold the demon brat. I raised my hand to tell Bruce to stop talking and just watch. I stood up and went to get another stick and took off my shirt. This time I would not fight with bare hands.

"Demon brat! How long are you going to lie down! Get your weapons!" I got ready.

"Jason..." Bruce whispered.

Dickhead patted Bruce on the back, "Let him go. You know his style of doing things. He won't be ruthless."

It seems that Dickhead still doesn't understand me. This time he is wrong. Whether I have a weapon or not, I can be ruthless at any time and thoroughly eliminate the enemy.

I did not show mercy to Demon Brat. The force of the shoulder throw just now was not strong, he must have been injured when his face hit the ground. He slowly got up from the floor, holding the stick tightly in his hand and wiping the blood from his nose.

"Demon brat! That's all you can do!" I mocked him.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and said, "Shut up!"

Actually, I hope he can be more mature. Since he is Robin, he should be. He is an important person standing beside Batman. If he keeps rushing around and acting recklessly, he will sooner or later be stuck in a crisis and unable to survive.

Although my personality conflicts with his, we also have disputes because of our different tempers. It is indeed difficult to get along with people with different values. He is the one talks meanly and loves to be arrogant with a rude attitude. I don't know he inherited it from his father or his mother.

"Ha!" He hit me with a stick. I blocked his attack. He aimed at my feet at a fast pace. His judgment ability is good, but he was still careless. His expression completely exposed where he was aiming.

I turned over and kicked him in the chin with my heel. My kick confused him and his consciousness began to blur. I put the stick under his chin to make him look directly at my face.

"Listen to me, kid. I will only say it once. You are full of flaws."

I took the stick from his hand put it back in place, walked to the side to get a bottle of water, opened the cap poured it into my mouth, Alfred handed me a towel, I wiped the sweat off my body, after training I let my body regain its balance.

Dickhead left the chair and hurriedly tried to support demon brat, but was rejected by his weak hand. He walked towards me step by step, and I could hear his panting breathing.

"You..." He muttered softly.

I put down the water bottle and stared at him seriously, "What?"

"One more time!" He roared angrily.

"Damian! Enough!" Bruce pulled demon brat.

"Father! I can still do it!" Demon brat obviously couldn't afford to lose his self-esteem.

I couldn't stand his face, I grabbed his collar and pulled him in front of me, "You are still far away from beating me." I threw him to Dickhead and let him take over.

Dickhead carried demon brat away to treat his wounds. Alfred wanted to clean up but was stopped by Bruce. He asked the other two to leave the Batcave first. He wanted to talk to me alone.

I sat on the floor. "What's the matter?"

He shook his head quietly. "Nothing. It's been a long time since I saw you being so serious. It just reminded me of the past."

"Hey, Bruce, we can have a fight after a long time. Do you want to?" I knocked on the floor to challenge him.

He chuckled and got up from the chair and clenched his fists. "Come on. Let me see your strength."

I got ready for the fight. This was the long-lost pleasure. The person I always wanted to surpass, Batman Bruce Wayne, was right in front of me, without equipment, just bare hands.

A drop of sweat flowed from my forehead. Bruce punched me head-on. I didn't dodge his fists, but chose to face him head-on. I punched him mercilessly. I didn't feel pain from a heavy punch, but pleasure.

I aimed at the target and punched him in the stomach. He grabbed my hand with his backhand to defuse my attack. He grabbed my collar and tripped me to the ground.

He strangled my neck with his left hand and clenched his right fist try to hit me in the face. I subconsciously punched him in the abdomen to make him lose balance. I rolled to the side to keep a distance from him.

There was no anger in his eyes, but a reflection of the battle between two hounds, biting each other wildly until one of them fell to the ground. That was the real winner.

I took another step forward and rushed over. He put his hands in a defensive position. I aimed at his hands and punched them continuously until he put them down. He grabbed my fist in the next punch and hit my abdomen with his knee.

He was about to give me an uppercut, and I blocked his fist with both hands. This time I made a mistake, he stepped on my feet and threw me to the ground with the shoulder throw I used on demon brat.

I got up again and reached out to touch my chin. I noticed that my fingers were stained with blood. It was the injury from the head-on attack just now. I took a deep breath and adjusted my state to prepare for the second round.

Bruce wiped the blood from his mouth with his thumb. "Are you okay?"

I laughed. "That's what I was asking you. Round 2?"

I took my stance and walked in a circle, keeping a distance from Bruce. He had the same idea as me and did the same thing as me. It seemed that we were both unwilling to give in.

"Ding!" My phone received a message, but I ignored it.

"Don't you want to read it?" Bruce asked.

I nodded in agreement with Bruce's point of view and temporarily called a truce with Bruce. I scratched the back of my head, picked up a towel to wipe off the sweat on my body, and picked up my phone to see that it was her message.

🐶: Sorry! I stayed up all night last night and stayed up late!

I was so touched by her reply that I covered my mouth and laughed.

🐶: Are you there?

I laughed for a long time. I guess the uneasiness in my heart had disappeared so I could laugh out loud. At one point I had some wild thoughts that she didn't want to talk anymore. I was really too funny.

🏍️: Hi! I was busy just now.

🏍️: Have you eaten?

🐶: Just a glass of milk, I'll make a sandwich later.

🏍️: Very good, don't starve.

I want to ask her out, but I don't know what her hobbies and interests are.

Bruce approached me and asked, "How about asking her out to watch a movie?"

My eyes lit up, "It seems possible."

🏍️: Do you want to watch a movie together tonight?

🐶: You don't have work tonight?

🏍️: It's my day off today, I'm free.

🐶: Okay, see you tonight.

🏍️: It's a deal! I'll pick you up at 7 o'clock tonight.

🐶: See ya!

🏍️: Adios~

I looked at Bruce and smiled at him for a while. "I didn't expect that you were the one who gave me the idea of where to ask a girl out."

Bruce laughed. "Hahaha, who said I understand women's hearts."

I searched for movies to watch recently, and Bruce opened his phone and recommended that I ask her out to a drive-in theater. Usually, they go to the cinema, but this drive-in theater can bring her a surprise.

I laughed and praised him. "You are still good at picking up girls."

Bruce patted my back. "I believe you don't just want to covet her body."

"Your words are very vulgar." I punched him lightly.

"Hahaha, bring her back next time so that I can see her." Bruce mentioned.

"Actually, when I drove your car to pick her up, she asked me to introduce you to her." I said with a smile.

Bruce tilted his head. "Then?"

"I told him not to hit on you. You are already old." I mocked him.

"I am still confident in my charm because I have lot of money." Bruce laughed.

"Is this a so-called dad joke?" I mocked him.

Bruce tilted his head and gave a sly smile, "I just want to see my son's future wife."

I raised my middle finger, "Pure friends, Bruce."

He grabbed my middle finger, "I also have pure friendships, in bed."

This fucking Bruce and I were joking and chatting, Dickhead brought demon brat to us. The kid still had a sour face on his face, and his face was covered with traces of being beaten by me.

"Why did you two suddenly fight?" Demon brat said.

I shook my shoulders, "We just sparred when we were bored. Nothing else to do."

Bruce approached demon brat, "Does it still hurt?"

Demon brat's response was just shaking his head. Bruce breathed a sigh of relief and his expression was a little relieved. Dickhead scratched demon brat's hair, which reminded me that he used to do this to me.

"Hey, annoying guy." Demon brat approached me and looked up at me.

"What?"

He pointed at my chest muscles and asked, "How big are your boobs?"

What kind of joke is this kid playing? I was stunned. I squatted in front of him with a smirk on my face, "What? Want to touch it?"

Dickhead also squatted down and took a closer look, "Indeed, really big."

I raised my middle finger, "This is called chest muscles! You idiots!"

Tim came to intervene, "I want to touch it!"

I stood up stepped back a few steps. The three of them raised their hands and wanted to attack my chest muscles. I immediately dodged them. These idiots are so fucking perverted!

"That's enough!" I yelled.

Suddenly Dickhead grabbed me from behind and shouted, "Now!"

"Fuck you! Let me go! Idiot! Don't come near me!"

During the play, Bruce sat aside and laughed hard. Dickhead held me tightly let demon brat and Tim touch my chest muscles. This should be the worst moment in my history.

I felt helpless even struggling. At this time, Alfred came into the Batcave with lunch. Seeing the scene in front of him, he immediately turned his back and laughed. I could hear Alfred's whisper from a distance.

I was topless, and my brother were sexually harassing my chest muscles. At this moment, I couldn't let Y/N know about this, otherwise I would be considered a pervert and she would start to question my fetish.

"How did you train it so big and firm?" Tim approached my chest and kneaded it with his hands.

Demon brat tilted his head and pinched it. "I'm also curious about how you did it."

"Little boy, I don't just have big chest muscles." I grinned.

Demon brat tilted his head. "Huh?"

Tim was immediately shocked when he heard me say, "Wow."

"How many girls have you slept with?" Dickhead asked curiously.

I laughed in a mocking tone. "Ha! Definitely more than you!"

"Damian! Attack!" Tim ordered.

"Dickhead, you better hold on tight, or I'll kill you all if you let go." I gave a helpless warning.

Dickhead heard my warning, "Uh oh...shit..."

"You guys are having fun." Alfred said with a smile.

I yelled, "Who is having fun!"

After playing for an hour, they finally let me go. I couldn't hold back my anger and punched the three men one by one. Bruce came to me with a medicine box, wiped my face clean, and applied another layer of medicine.

I had a lot of fun today. Although I was sexually harassed by the other three, I was lucky that Y/N was not there, otherwise she would have seen my embarrassing side. It seems that I have to think carefully about bringing her home.

"Although you were punched in the face several times, it still can't cover up your handsome and charming face." Bruce put away the medicine.

I touched my face, "Damn it, if she sees it, she definitely will be scared."

Tim interrupted, "Or you can wear the Red Hood helmet."

I kicked him, "Damn it! Why do I have to hide it!"

Bruce put his hand on my shoulder, "Men with scars are more attractive. I have a feeling that you will charm her."

I scratched my head, "How many times do I have to say it? It's just pure friendship."

Demon brat chewed an apple, "Do you want it to be just pure friendship?"

His words made me hesitate, "I..."

Dickhead shook me, "No matter what the two of you are at, as long as you are happy, we are happy too. Right?" After saying that, he looked at everyone.

Everyone nodded in agreement. It was really unbelievable that everyone would support me. I was not abandoned by them, and I was also glad that I had never given up on this family.

"Hey, I still won't introduce you to her." I added.

Dickhead strangled my neck "You must introduce! I want to see my brother's future wife!"

I hit his waist with my arm "Fuck you!"

Y/N who was at home at this time "Achoo! Who said something bad about me!"

Chapter 5 End.

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NATLA Episode 6 - Masks (3/5)

[Masterlist of my NATLA thoughts]

An explanation of what I'm doing here and my history with ATLA.

Of course, full spoilers ahead.

Love that they expand the convo between Aang and Zuko and give a reason for not immediately heading to save Sokka and Katara (whom were currently dying of thirst and fever in the animated show) - fire nation soldiers were still searching around. In the animated version, Aang just stays with Zuko until morning for…some reason? while his friends are dying.

Everything Zuko does is such a great choice, acting wise. He really acts like a teen trying to convince people he's badass and confident - which to the teen, is done in totally legitimate ways while us olds can see right through that mask and see how insecure and inexperienced with what true confidence is. Again with the masks, Zuko over-acts to convince others (and himself) that he's strong and can do it alone - hence him slapping away Aang's hand he stretches out to help Zuko. It's honestly a funny scene because we can see how petulant and ridiculous him slapping away a helping hand is, but with Zuko's past and how he's been taught to be strong alone - yet never actually has gotten any solid teaching on HOW to do that - Zuko sees it as a reasonable reaction.

I think it was a really great move to expand his and Aang's conversation here. In the animated series, Aang only talks about Kuzon and what life was like for Aang before and how much he misses it. Here, Aang talks TO and WITH Zuko rather than just talking AT him. Aang starts by appraising him of the situation - there are guards patrolling the woods so they need to hunker down for the moment, then he tries to help, then just sits with Zuko - close, and facing him rather than in a corner. He shows Zuko that he's actually confident, not afraid of Zuko, and not intending to be antagonistic either. Aang sets the tone as only Aang can: one that's genuinely kind and open, wanting to talk the issues through, not solve it with threats or violence. Then he opens with a disarming question - one meant to connect the two of them, to humanize himself to Zuko and show that he sees Zuko as another person, not just an enemy, too. It's just SO AANG!

That's always been Aang's superpower - like Katara said back on Kyoshi Island: it's his ability to connect with people that makes him so special. Especially thrust into a world that's been at war for 100 years, that wears on EVERYONE, people are done trying to play nice, it's hit now and hit hard - no diplomacy is going to work because it hasn’t worked for 100 years. Aang doesn’t have that baggage. He really is a man out of time - and he uses that to his advantage here.

He tries it other places and it rarely works, but with Zuko, it can. Aang starts with a question that looks like it's going one direction, but veers into something so beautifully mundane. When he asks if it's ok to ask 'a personal question', everyone's (and probably Zuko's too) thought goes to the scar - it's the big thing that 'different' about him, that defines him, just as so many people with visible differences/disabilities know. "Can I ask how you became blind? How you lost your leg? What it's like living with Down Syndrome?" All those questions about, usually, not the things people are so proud of (not that they're ashamed, per se, but like, why talk about a missing leg when we can talk about their artwork, ya know?) or want to sit around and chat about. But Aang veers left - what type of hair do you use for your calligraphy brush?

Aang opens with an off-kilter question, then follows up with a compliment: "your characters are so neat", then some self-depreciating humor "I can never get mine like that. The monks used to say lemur droppings were more legible than my brush strokes". It's just impossible to not be put at ease by him talking to Zuko like a person - finding common ground, mundane and 'insignificant' as it is, but Zuko doesn't crack - yet. I think it was great that they used Zuko's notebook not just as a convenient goober to get Aang the info he needed in a neat little package, but to bring it back as a point of connection between him and Zuko - Zuko's desperation to end his banishment helped Aang.

Something so important to Zuko did genuine good and helped the person he was hunting - and he was GENUINELY thanked for it. Not only thanked for it, but he got an actual apology from Aang about stealing it - I wonder how many times Zuko had ever been apologized to after someone hurt him or stole his things.

Zuko stays stone-faced, but he's not angry - he doesn't look away either. To me, it feels like he's trying hard to calculate how he thinks he's SUPPOSED to react to Aang telling him this. I think he wants to be proud of his work, of Aang telling him that he has info on past Avatars no one else has, how Aang stayed up long nights reading his work, how it really has helped him. Here's someone who is genuinely telling Zuko that his work is good - not just good, but unique and impactful the way no one else's work is. He's the best at this - what he did is worthy of respect and praise.

Finally, after Aang tells him Zuko's notebook (he) helped him a lot, Zuko breaks - he tells Aang he uses goat hair for his brushes as it gives him more control. The façade of hard, unfeeling badassery is broken and he's just another kid discussing stationary and how to please exacting teachers. And uuuuggghhh Aang is just so charming and disarming with his self-deprecating jokes! Just like how he tried to cheer up Katara with his little joke about 'I think that's what the monks said - I never listened', he makes another about always getting caught snoring while he was supposed to be meditating and Zuko breaks!! The big bad, hard core firebender SMILES!!!! Then he quickly reins it in and tries to return to his stoic scowl.

It's so good having Aang and Zuko slide into a discussion about 'sides' as it does look strange that Zuko is 'fighting against' other firebenders. Zuko starts out by flipping right back to anger, to forceful faux confidence, then realizes that he's having to face his 'enemy' and tell this kid whose joke he just laughed at that he's still needing to capture him. But he takes a more casual stance, a resigned tone, not a forceful one, as he tells Aang that he can only return home if he captures him and takes him in, he can then become the next fire lord. Yet again, Zuko is questioned about whether that's actually what he wants and another point of connection between the two is forged - Zuko insists that yes, of course he wants to be the fire lord, that's what everyone expects of him. Expectation. We know that Zuko doesn't actually care about the throne, he just wants acceptance and his family back, but Zuko has been told the way to get that is through being the perfect prince - that wanting the throne is the same as getting his family.

I love how Zuko starts to get clearly agitated at the direction the conversation is taking - I would attribute that to people poking at his beliefs that he's had to cling to because if they come crumbling down under too much scrutiny, he won't know what to do - and Aang immediately tries to calm him down, not raise his voice, tries for kind and gentle advice given to him by his own mentor - opening up and being vulnerable with Zuko in an attempt to regain that connection they had just shared. And it works - he opens up about how he's so worried about the expectations about him being the Avatar and Zuko calms down, he shifts back and relaxes again.

Aang pushes in, telling Zuko how different he is from the other firebenders, how he knows what the fire lord is doing is wrong, how Zuko could be better than them - on the surface and initially, things Zuko might like to hear. But Aang pushes it too far - he mentions compassion and all that trauma rushes to the surface and Zuko is reminded just how painful being different from the other firebenders can be - how much punishment compassion brought him.

He feels like he has to overcompensate yet again - never show weakness, never show vulnerability, never accept someone else's criticism of his actions or of the actions of those he's associated with. I think it's very telling that he starts with declaring that he's the crown prince - that he is to be the example for all firebenders. His expectations don't only extend to himself and how he should be viewed by his father - he sees the entire fire nation as looking at him and judging his actions and worth - expectations that crush him as they tell him to be a certain way I think he already knows he doesn’t want to be. And even though his father was clearly abusive, he still insists that he's a great man - to save face, he has to deny the accusations of the enemy and declare that his abuser is actually good and no one is allowed to say otherwise (oh my god, seriously Zuko, stop stealing these lines from my DnD character! I swear she did it first, it's not just that Zuko's journey is so incredibly organic in his experience and reaction to the abuse that it transcends through to other mediums seamlessly).

And finally, Zuko can't take it anymore, he has to firmly put that mask back on and yells at Aang that compassion is a sign of weakness - and attacks. Finally, Aang is afraid of Zuko, and dispatches him again, but Aang is a smart kid - he recognizes the pain that talk of compassion brought out in Zuko. He doesn't blame Zuko for it, he sees how much he's been hurt already and I think, yet again, that's what makes Aang such an amazing protagonist and Avatar - he WANTS everyone to be good at heart. He wants to connect, to find paths to healing and cooperation. And he is willing to see past rough edges to the heart of gold within.

#natla #avatar the last airbender #netflix avatar #natla positivity #avatar live action #avatar netflix

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saintsenara · 8 months

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What are your guilty pleasure tropes?

thank you for the ask @sarafina-sincerity!

forced proximity of any kind

i've answered specifically about one example of this - marriage law fics - here, but the main trope i'm a slut for is absolutely, one hundred percent, without a doubt anything which requires two people who don't want to have to spend time together having to spend time together. with sexy results.

enemies-to-lovers

let's all be honest, one's emotional investment in one's enemy is often more profound than in one's friend. let's also be honest, people become enemies because they have things in common. combine those similarities with the emotional investment? sexy results.

narrative mirror pairings

unsurprisingly, there's often quite a lot of overlap between this and the above. the harry potter series loves assigning its characters to narrative pairs whose roles in the story are the mirror images of each other, but whose personalities, dreams, desires, experiences, motivations etc. are often very similar. and the narrative mirror pairings which fall under this category are always exceptional: harry potter/tom riddle; draco malfoy/ron weasley (getting slept on because of drarry); sirius black/severus snape and so on... sexy results.

magical worldbuilding which feels magical

a lot of fan-fiction falls into one (or both) of two categories: it deals with considerably darker or drier topics (especially when it comes to thinking about how the wizarding state actually works and/or how it changes after voldemort's death) than the canon series; and it serves as a vehicle for the author to talk about aspects of muggle culture they enjoy (this is particularly the case in marauders fics and it drives me mad - none of those children have heard a single piece of cool music in their lives).

but the canon series feels so magical because the worldbuilding is incredibly whimsical, even in the darker later books. something is lost, i think, when wizarding clothing isn't ostentatious and colourful, or wizarding hobbies aren't exaggerated pastiches of muggle hobbies, or wizarding houses are devoid of eccentric kitchen appliances which talk back to you, or all wizards are immediately familiar with the muggle world. i can't express how much i respect it when authors invent their own radio plays or wizarding bands or children's toys.

and that whimsy can exist with a look at deep topics - indeed, it does frequently in one of my favourite literary genres: golden age detective fiction. in fact, i think it makes the dark themes and how they're being interrogated stand out all the clearer. which brings me to my next point...

allowing the characters to be funny

by this i don't mean crack fics - although crack treated seriously is definitely a trope i adore - but finding space for the fact that almost all of the main characters in the series - all the way along a spectrum from the main trio, to ginny, to sirius, to dumbledore, to snape, to voldemort (he's so camp! lean into it!) - are extremely funny, even when in serious situations or discussing serious things.

unfortunately, it is all too common to find - especially in things dealing with the immediate aftermath of either war - that everyone is in their widow's weeds and speaking like they've swallowed a psychology textbook. but actually, harry and ron aren't going to be sitting down for a deep and meaningful using all sorts of 'i feel' statements. they're going to be chatting shit.

[there's a bit of unsolicited advice here, which can, like all unsolicited advice, of course be ignored: this sort of therapy-speak, every-emotion-is-articulated conversational style is something which immediately gives away an author as american (generally, the sort of emotional openness which, in the usa, indicates authenticity will be read as the opposite in the uk - being very earnest is typically perceived as rude, expressing your emotional reaction to everything as fake). if you're looking for a way to make your writing sound more british, the best thing you can do is read ron, and see - as @whinlatter says in this post about him - that his sense of humour isn't evidence of immaturity or an unwillingness to confront tough topics, but evidence that he's the most emotionally mature of the trio. by quite some distance.]

ron and dumbledore being allowed to be real people

i loathe ron and dumbledore bashing. let my kings live.

and let ron be madly in love with hermione. his final form is wife guy.

redemption

i am a villain enjoyer, and i think there's nothing wrong with liking characters who remain unambiguously, unrepentantly evil.

what i like rather less is the idea that villains don't have traits, emotions, experiences, and motivations which aren't anything other than similar to the good guys.

and what i like least of all is the idea that there are some people who are so divergent from the good guys that they are unworthy of one of the most sincerely magical human abilities: the ability to redeem oneself.

yes, even draco malfoy, even snape, even voldemort. unless all of us are capable of redemption then none of us are. this is an important lesson to learn.

how these people redeem themselves, how redemption is complex and painful, how they atone, how they cope with the unmooring experience of forgiveness, how they take to their second chances, and how they stumble on the way are the topics of some of the best fics i have ever read, and i will never get free of the chokehold.

#asks answered #asenora on writing

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TBOSAS on Crack short take (32)

Lepidus: Hello, Panem! Welcome back to our show, The Table Talk. I’m your host, Lepidus Malmsey for Capitol News-

Casca: Start the show already!

Lepidus: Fine! For this season’s ✨Stars of The Week✨, we have invited our beloved Mentors from The Academy to sit down and chat with us!

Mentors: Hello, everyone.😔

Festus: *Quickly stands up* Can I switch seats with Pup? Arachne is giving me a lot of “evil vibes” today.😬

Arachne: *Is still wearing a neck brace after the Sandwich Zoo Incident* Oh, don’t act so f*ckin’ innocent, Creed. You tried to kill me in front of my Tribute 2 days ago!

Festus: Kill you?! I literally saved you from being stabbed and choked to death by your Tribute, you ungrateful spider!

Arachne: Oh, yeah! You freaking shoved me first, garbage boy!

Festus: You punched my beautiful face and gave me a black eye, you spoiled witch!

Arachne: Pay my hospital bills first, you trash loser!

Festus: Pay mine, you monster!

Casca: At least smile and look happy while arguing!

Festus: I’m doing my best!

Lepidus: Can we go back to-

Casca: Dammit it, Creed! Sit the f*ck down!

Festus: Fine!

Arachne: Suck a di-

Felix: Alright! That’s enough! Let’s go back to you, Mr. Malmsey.

Lepidus: Finally! My first question is for anyone and everyone.

Felix: Ok. Let’s hear it.

Lepidus: So what were your first thoughts and reactions when you first found out that you got selected for the Mentorship Program?

Livia: Unsurprised as always.

Juno: As expected for a Phipps.

Florus: My parents almost smiled at me. Almost.

Felix: My granduncle created another useless national holiday to celebrate my success.

Coryo: My cousin baked me a cake made out of cabbages.

Sejanus: My father threw money at me like confetti.

Festus: To be honest, I wasn’t even aware of the program. I just got in, and here we are.

Androcles: Just like we planned!

Lepidus: What do you mean by that?

Pup: What do you mean by what?

Lepidus: Weren’t you all selected because you guys are simply the best and the brightest of your year?

Hilarius: Fairly selected?!

Livia: I’m so sorry but I never heard of her before.

Domitia: The Best and the brightest?! Who told you that lie?

Persephone: You’re joking right?! I mean, just look at us!

Festus: Me?! The Academy’s village idiot?!🤣

Florus: Half of my grades are sh*t!

Pup: Sleeping and skipping classes are my best subjects!

Palmyra: Who told you I was smart?

Apollo: I’m not even the best at finger painting class.

Dennis: Do people honestly believe that BS?

Androcles: Now that’s funny!

Lysistrata: I have at least 15 demerits to my name, you know.

Coryo: Physical Education hates me! And delusional Dean Highbottom hates me!

Sejanus: Dr. Gaul personally banned me from attending her class. And my grades are also sh*t.

Gaius: Don’t look at me. I’m just the class clown, bro.

Diana: And honestly, Clemensia’s the only student who deserves to be here fair and square. But as for the rest, let’s just say, we used other means.😈

Lepidus: What other means?!

Felix: Mr. Malmsey, not to be rude, but I have to know, who told these lies to you?

Lepidus: Your Dean told me-

Casca: I swear it wasn’t me!

Lepidus: Right. So just for the record, you’re all confessing, just now, on LIVE TV, and in front of me, that not one of you is a top performing student at The Academy?!

Felix: Unfortunately, yes.

Festus: Never was and never will be.

Lepidus: So you all have demerits?

Festus: My demerit count is 92 and counting!😀

Lysistrata: Shut it, Creed! You’re not suppose to say that on TV.

Felix: Yeah! What will the rest of Panem think of us now?!

Festus: Panem is thinking about us?

Coryo: Since when?

Lepidus: But seriously, how the heck did all of you become our official mentors then?

Felix: Ravinstill Nepotism!

Androcles: My mama blackmailed my way into that list, sweetheart!

Coryo: Easy. I just pretended to be Dean Highbottom’s dead boyfriend and persuaded him to add me on that list while he was drunk.

Casca: Crassus, my love, why did you betray me again?! I was super drunk!😭

Sejanus: Just ask my father. His money don’t jiggle jiggle. It folds.

Lysistrata: I just gave our Dean a free but fake morphling prescription.

Casca: That was fake?!

Livia: My mama threatened Highbottom with a fake tax evasion allegation.

Juno: I’m literally ✨Old Money Capitol Royalty✨.

Palmyra: Food poisoning.

Lepidus: Can you elaborate on that?

Palmyra: No.

Florus: Simple. The Ring twins and I just asked Urban and Io to hack the Dean’s personal computer and change the final list of Mentors before the day of the announcement.

Io: It was dangerous.

Diana: But it was worth it.

Urban: True. And to be fair, I was already on that list.

Apollo: Whatever you say, Math Freak.

Pup: My father just used his military connections while I was busy sleeping.

Persephone: My papa threatened to eat the Dean.

Dennis: I just convinced one of my professors to let me in.

Lepidus: How?!

Dennis: Do you want to receive a horse head before going to bed?

Lepidus: No.

Gaius: I just told another “your mama” jokes to one of the School Board Officials.

Lepidus: That’s it?

Gaius: Yeah. What more can you ask?

Domitia: My papa gave Dr. Gaul 200 chickens and 20 dairy cows.

Arachne: My mama promised the Dean and the whole faculty members a free vacation getaway this summer.

Iphigenia: I kid you not, my crazy papa threatened to destroy the food industry if I didn’t get in.

Vipsania: Clearly, I just got in because my aunt (Professor Sickle) threatened to throw the Dean out of a window if I wasn’t on the list.

Festus: Honestly, I just strolled into Heavensbee Hall, crashed the ceremony uninvited, sat down on one of those fancy “Mentors only” seats, and everybody just accepted it.

Lepidus: So you just illegally got in through sheer dumb luck?

Festus: Well, the odds are always in my favor, Leppy.

Clemensia: *sighs* So it’s true. I’m the only student who got in by literally doing my best.

Coryo: Yup. That’s right, Clemmie!

Clemensia: Why am I even here? Just to suffer?!😩

Sejanus: How about you, Heavensbee?

Hilarius: I just blackmailed my creepy father to let me in, or else I’ll stop giving him some of my cute and candid photos of Coryo and Felix.

Coryo: What the f*ck, Hilari!

Felix: How the heck did you take my photos without me knowing?!

Coryo: And why give them to your creepy old man?!

Hilarius: None of your business.

Coryo: Hilari, I swear I will literally file a restraining order against your whole family if you keep giving away my cute photos like candy.