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crepezinhos · 2 months ago

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hey, so i did reath BOTH of those before i requested these hehe they were really good omggg (highkey fulfilled my desires….)

idk.. im just REALLY craving a yanderer scara bc i jst love the way u write him,, when u write one ill be super happy like biting the edge of the desk happy, so pleek PLEASE keep this in the back of ur mind i beg of

Number 1 Fan

(REQUEST #14) POV: After the failed dinner with your family, things in your life started to suddenly feel eerier than usual. Scaramouche felt extremely awkward to talk to and even your secret lifestyle seems to have changed with the arrival of a new premium viewer called ‘Balladeer��.

⚠️ WARNINGS:

— This is a NSFW Yandere work

— Reader is FEMALE and uses SHE/HER pronouns

— Contains: Sex work, masturbation, dirty talk, threats and lots of insults

— Stalker!Yandere!Scaramouche x SexWorker!Reader

— AU is: Modern

— Reading of previous part is advised

Makeup? Ready.

Toys? Ready.

Lingerie? Ready.

Ok, here we go.

Another day, another livestream.

Three, two, one, and...

Click

The little camera at the top of your computer brightened in red, signaling it was turned on. Then you breathed in and out as you begun to wait for viewers to join before you could start today's performance. Since most of your watchers were already aware of the time you start your livestreams, quickly, the viewer numbers popped from 0 to 17, to 39, and so on...

You like to wait until you reached 100 at minimum before beginning to say ‘Hi’ to them, and 500 to begin the actual performance. Thankfully, reaching 100 viewers was a matter of seconds now.

"Good night, sweeties!" You cutely spoke to your computer’s screen, welcoming all of them warmly as you watched many messages in the chat begin to pop up.

Iloveasianhotties334: You look hot

garrykafka0275: Show your boobs

11037kuwata: Can I request something?

As always, the messages made you feel a bit disgusted and disappointed at humanity, but you held back your aggressiveness and just kept smiling at them.

“‘Can I request something?' Not yet! I'm still going to wait a few minutes..." You answered to ‘11037kuwata' while drinking a quick sip of coffee from the cup you left laying by your computer.

kittylover123456: Beautiful 😻

theballadeer6: Hi

11037kuwata: When are we starting?

lolisonmydee: r u cosplaying

"I'm not cosplaying, but you can pretend I am!" You answered with honesty while winking at him, ignoring the other comments above that last question.

You didn't even realize you had already reached 323 viewers while reading those initial messages.

"Oh, wow! We reached 300 viewers in less than 2 minutes!" You clapped your palms together gently, trying to act excited but cute at the same time.

Men absolutely love women who act cute. No matter what's their type, if they act cute, they'll love it.

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Hello, my queen! 😍

lolisonmydee: You should cosplay tho

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Looking absolutely gorgeous tonight 🤤

The orange username caught your eye.

Ah, yes... 'I love Y/N's lives’… Probably the only man in the chat that restores your faith in the men using this site. You don’t know how he looks behind the computer screen, but he’s unrealistically kind and considerate to you.

"Oh, hello there! Thank you for the compliments!" You waved at the screen, trying to communicate with him. "Also, what characters would you recommend me to cosplay as... 'Lolis on my dee'?" You answered to the guy's message, struggling a little bit with his username, although you'd probably never cosplay in your lives anyway.

11037kuwata: Mikan Tsumiki

(👑) ilovey/nslives: l'd say Jessica Rabbit

theballadeer6: You don't need to cosplay

theballadeer6: You look beautiful like this

lolisonmydee: Kana from Dragon Maid or any lolis

Since you didn't get any of references rather than Jessica Rabbit, the only message that caught your eye were from this 'Balladeer' guy.

"You think this is enough, Balladeer?" You jokingly leaned upwards and squeezed your boobs together in a teasing way, cackling in your own afterwards since you didn’t take yourself seriously.

theballadeer6: Absolutely

user38291646: Do that again but with a dildo between them

"Thank you! I'll even start earlier because of that!" You winked at the screen and got up with your laptop in hands, placing it down in the floor.

You then walked back to your table and grabbed some materials on top of it before going back and kneeling down at the floor, angling the screen of your computer to read what happened in the chat meanwhile. Some emoji particles were already beginning to pop in the corner of the screen, meaning that people were interacting.

theballadeer6: You're welcome

cr7thegoat: put that dildo in that beautiful pussy of yours

(👑) ilovey/nslives: So kind!!

vladmirputin2028: сними свою одежду

(👑) mrdaddy900030: Am I late?

"Nope! Not at all, Mr. Daddy!" You shrugged your shoulders while beginning to undo the hooks of your bra and let it slowly slide away from your body.

You got very lucky this time because that move was executed perfect, which made the grin your face grow a few inches. To see if you’d really been successful, you decided to take another peek at the chat in the corner of your screen, wanting to see everyone’s reaction.

doinggodswork: Repent for your sins. ✝️✝️✝️✝️

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Woooohooooo! 😍

user10297373: 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

user38291646: Get fully naked already

lolisonmydee: dayum

Aside from the annoying unrequested preacher, you smiled at the other compliments you received. At the same time they made you a bit happy, deep down it still made you feel dirty to be doing this kind of work.

“‘Repent for your sins’? Sins? What sins?” You joked with the preacher, trying to gain your chat’s support to get him out of the live. “If anything, the only one sinning here is you. What is God’s messenger himself doing in this site? Watching this kind of livestream? How sinful of you…” You crossed your arms together, watching how the chat immediately turned aggressive towards him.

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Yeah!!!

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Shame on you! 🍅🍅🍅

theballadeer6: gtfo no one cares about god

(👑) mrdaddy900030: Just ignore them baby

You didn’t even know if you could call these guys that watch you human beings or living puppets. They quite literally do whatever you tell them to do as long as they get to see you naked. But at the same time you don’t have a lot of power over them either. If you ever decide you won’t be streaming anymore, none of them would ever keep supporting you. They are your providers, not yourself.

“Thank you, sweeties… I think I’ll give you guys an extra for helping me out.” You launched closer to your computer, wanting to get rid of the annoyance in the chat already.

doinggodswork: CORINTHIANS 12:21: I am afraid that when I come again my God will humble me before you, and I will be grieved over many who have sinned earlier and have not repented of the impurity, sexual sin and debauchery in which they have indulged.

theballadeer6: sthu bro

And… banned!

Now this guy won’t ever disrupt your lives ever again unless you choose to pity him.

“Sorry for the inconvenience, sweeties!” You scratched the back of your neck, trying to act cute again to regain their interest in you and today’s show.

(👑) ilovey/nslives: So annoying…

theballadeer6: hope he dies

user38291646: Start

This unnamed user was also a bit annoying with his impatience and rudeness, but at least you’d rather read that than some religious guy spilling nonsense just to degrade you.

“Ok.. Shall we..?” You crawled backwards towards your spot, positioning your whole body in front of the camera again while opening your arms, trying to invite and embrace all men in the chat indirectly.

You couldn’t read the chat anymore, though, meaning you’d have to guess that the chat was ready for your show.

“Alright then!” You said after a few seconds in silence, just watching new messages from new people pop in the chat faster and faster the more nudity you showed to them.

You stood up, slowly taking off your panties in a way that would certainly brick up some men if they were not hard already. Then you looked at the side and grabbed the dildo sitting in the floor, positioning it under you.

“Time to breed this pussy again…” You talked dirty to yourself, trying to replicate what they probably would want to say to you since they weren’t there in your room to do it right to your face.

And with the assistance of your hand opening your labia, you finally slid the dildo inside you, the plastic fitting around your tightness easily.

You were quick to start hopping on it since you were used to the feeling of fucking dick-like objects inside you. Both your hands were holding you back from the floor behind you so you could expose yourself erotically the most you could while being comfortable.

“Oh, it feels so good…” You moaned to yourself while pretending you were sitting the best dick in your life.

But unfortunately, your role-play was shortly cut by a sudden notification coming from your computer that you immediately recognized. The donation notification.

“User ‘@mrdaddy900030’ donated 25$!”

The artificial voice spoke out and paused for a moment, the same way you did.

“Baby, it would be a crime for you to do this like that… wasting the beautiful view we could have of your ass… I’d like to request you to turn around.”

The artificial voice spoke again, and you giggled at the message.

“Thank you for the 25 dollars, Daddy! Your wish is my command!” You smiled to the camera excitedly, using both your hands to do the peace sign before abruptly turning around, not wanting to make those precious 25 dollars feel like a waste in the slightest.

The rules of your donations were simple:

5 dollars to set your vibrator to a medium strength for 3 minutes, 10 dollars to set it the highest strength for 3 minutes too to influence the buyers to keep buying that asset over and over, 15 or above to send you a message along a vibrator command, 25 dollars to make you do something such as changing a position, taking off a layer of clothing or the camera angle and 50 dollars to command you to do whatever they wish to see you do.

Yes, you might be a little greedy with your prices and conditions, but it works. Don’t fix what’s not broken.

You were quick to unpause your hopping, beginning to moan in a high pitch to make yourself sound as good as possible to them. You also chose to singularly move your ass and legs instead of your full body, making it the most attractive thing of the screen they could see. You were also occasionally grinding on the dildo and swaying your hips to make it extra seductive, perfectly recreating the reverse cowgirl position.

And that’s how you’d continue acting for the next minutes until you either orgasmed or someone donated enough for you change your position under their command.

It’s hilarious, really.

She has no idea.

I can’t really blame her, I chose an unrecognizable name on purpose so she’ll never know one of her work colleagues is watching these special livestreams of hers, and that’s funny.

But now there is nothing she can do about it. I already know enough. I know how you look naked, how you moan, how you talk dirty, how your pussy stretches at the presence of a cock inside it, even if it’s not mine.

You l should be glad I don’t feel like using this little secret of yours for my advantage. Really glad.

The only advantage I’ll take from this is actually sitting back and watch these lives as much as I desire to. In fact, I can even command her to do whatever I want if I give her some money. How greedy of you, Y/N… I thought you were the kindest woman in the world but deep down you’re a leech for porn addicts… I don’t know whether I should or should not feel glad that I’m not your victim. But I won’t interfere much anyway. The less I interact with her, the less she is aware of met presence in this chat.

So that’s exactly what I do. I slowly leaned back against my chair, stretching my arms in the way and relaxing them on chair’s arms right after, eyes never leaving the screen.

You look so beautiful tonight, Y/N… If only that stupid McDonalds didn’t force us to wear those stupid hair caps so I could see this mesmerizing hair of yours every night… At least I’m glad I get to see it when you most work on it…

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Mamma Mia! 😍

user38291646: 💦💦💦

harbinger2: Hottie 🔥🔥🔥🔥

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Keep doing that for us! 🥰

funnyjokesguy: You’re as hot as fire!!

funnyjokesguy: Get it?

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Waaaaa~~ I feel blessed!!!

vladmirputin2028: Я эякулирую

Oh. My. Goodness.

Who the fuck is this guy and why the fuck does he talk like he’s a 16 year-old anime chick? Does he not realize he sounds cringe as fuck?

This must be the mother fucker who keeps stalking Y/N’s Instagram DMs. He can’t be genuinely serious with the way he types… This must be a cute facade he puts on so that Y/N can build trust with him… Too bad he’s horrible at it… and that he won’t ever beat my relationship with her.

(👑) mrdaddy900030: Shitttt I want to cum on you so bad

(👑) ilovey/nslives: If you keep riding it like that I’m gonna cum too soon!!! 😩😩

cr7thegoat: what happens if I donate you 100 dollars?

cr7thegoat: do you do this irl too?

(👑) ladyguujiyae: How late am I gentlemen?

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Later than me as expected 😎

winnerslovewinning: use your fingersssss

This guy surely knows how to ruin a party…

You know what? Sometimes bullying is the only way to fix people.

theballadeer6: bro

theballadeer6: can u sthu

theballadeer6: who tf types like that in the big 2025

(👑) ilovey/nslives: ?

(👑) ladyguujiyae: Oop-

theballadeer6: “L-Later than me as expected! Heh, these fake fans…” 🤓🤓🤓

(👑) ilovey/nslives: ???

(👑) ilovey/nslives: What’s wrong with the way I type? I’m just being kind to Y/N…

theballadeer6: everything???

(👑) ilovey/nslives: What’s everything? 😂

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Who even are you?

theballadeer6: just listen to yourself and you’ll know exactly what im talking about 💀

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Okay, tourist…

Tourist? Me?

Oh, this guy also zero notion of who I am, right?

If I’m a tourist, than he’s a random cockroach.

theballadeer6: tourist?

theballadeer6: u calling me a tourist?

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Yeah

(👑) ilovey/nslives: What’s wrong? Did I annoy you? 🥺

Annoy me? This loser really thinks he is annoying me by typing like this? The only thing he’s annoying is his mother who has to force herself to accept her middle-aged son living in her basement all day because he can’t fucking afford to live alone.

theballadeer6: no

theballadeer6: u r the annoying everyone here

theballadeer6: u r ruining a mood

harbinger2: I gotta agree I can’t beat my meat properly here

cr7thegoat: yup

(👑) ladyguujiyae: One man against the world…

Yeah, this guy is almost done for. Because, as always, I’m right.

(👑) ilovey/nslives: I really wish I would care about what you guys have to say

(👑) ilovey/nslives: But then I remembered that Y/N would rather choose a premium fan like me over 5 of you randoms that can’t afford to pay 20 dollars monthly 🤷‍♀️

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Fake fans 😂

theballadeer6: fake fan?

theballadeer6: u calling me a fake fan?

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Begone, tourists!

theballadeer6: im y/n’s number 1 fan buddy

garrykafka0275: You. Look beautiful..

angelofdawn: Can y’all sthu

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Of course I’m calling you a fake fan

(👑) ilovey/nslives: After all, you ARE one 🫵😂

theballadeer6: who do u think u are? 💀

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Y/N’s ACTUAL number 1 fan, duh

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Cuz if you really were all that, why don’t you have premium, hmmmm?

theballadeer6: that ain’t any of your business

(👑) ilovey/nslives: So you really are a tourist 🫵😂

theballadeer6: shut the fuck up

theballadeer6: u know nothing about me

(👑) ilovey/nslives: I surely know you are a tourist

(👑) mrdaddy900030: Can you two kids stop?

(👑) ladyguujiyae: Clock it!

theballadeer6: oh yeah?

theballadeer6: u really think you are all that?

theballadeer6: lemme show you smth really fun

(👑) ilovey/nslives: T-O-U-R-I-S-T

(👑) ladyguujiyae: And he went off…

lolisonmydee: finally bruh

lolisonmydee: y’all annoying asf

(👑) mrdaddy900030: This generation…

Jesus, vibrators really lost their charm to you, haven’t they? Thank God you were forced to turn backwards because this would be extra boring if you’d have to force yourself to express a pleasure you weren’t feeling. At least, in the position you were, all you had to do was open your mouth to occasionally moan or talk dirty to yourself, then you could just zone out.

Maybe this demotivation is affecting your performance… All donations your computer alerted you about yet were about were all the cheaper ones of 5 to 10 dollars. Maybe you should really just start overacting if that’ll get new people to buy your products or to convince your consumers like Mr. Daddy to buy more things aga—

“(Ding, ding, ding!) User ‘theballadeer6’ has become a premium viewer of the channel!”

Your head abruptly turned to the computer as soon as you heard those dings. When you saw the colorful announcement popping up in the screen and shining with multiple particles, especially crown emojis, your eyes shone in happiness.

“Aaaah! Thank you so much, Balladeer!” You said while turning around to make cute gestures such as putting your palms together and slightly clapping your fingers repeatedly. “I hope you have a lot of fun with my premium content and that you stay tuned for more!” You purposefully made your voice sound cuter than usual while saying that.

After all, you have to make good impressions to keep these men paying you monthly. But the show couldn’t stop, so you spun around your spot again and faced the same white wall you previously were. You breathed in and out. You only have about an hour left to perform… You can do it.

(👑) theballadeer6: AM I A FAKE FAN NOW HUH????

(👑) theballadeer6: WHERE R U

(👑) theballadeer6: FUCKING PUSSY

(👑) ladyguujiyae: Oh lord here we go…

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Oh wow you did the bare minimum…

winnerslovewinning: Men ☕️

(👑) ladyguujiyae: Real

(👑) ladyguujiyae: I feel like a female bull watching two male bulls fighting for me rn

(👑) theballadeer6: BARE MINIMUM?

(👑) theballadeer6: YOU’RE THE ONE DOING THE BARE MINIMUM

(👑) theballadeer6: R U FUCKING MENTAL??

lolisonmydee: y’all should just kys

winnerslovewinning: They should kiss

justalittleponyboy: I can’t believe I’m forcing myself to come here rn but

justalittleponyboy: For fuck’s sake just take it to DMs

justalittleponyboy: We all just want to watch some porn

justalittleponyboy: So like

justalittleponyboy: SHUTTTTTTT UPPPPPPP

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Lmao

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Do you think this is all I have?

(👑) ilovey/nslives: If only I could send screenshots of my DMs with Y/N here…

(👑) ilovey/nslives: It’s safe to say we’re dating at this point

(👑) ilovey/nslives: And that’s because I’m not counting all the money I’ve spent

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Wowwwww you spent 20 dollars on her!!! I’ve probably spent more than 500 bucks on her 😂

(👑) mrdaddy900030: Then you’re technically not the biggest spender. I am.

(👑) theballadeer6: STFU

(👑) theballadeer6: NO ONE CALLED YOU HERE OLD FUCKING HAG

garrykafka0275: These. kids…

justalittleponyboy: Y’all are just taking advantage of Y/N

justalittleponyboy: She will mute the both of you in the end.

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Ownnnnn… Look at him! He’s hurt! 🥺

(👑) theballadeer6: IM NOT HURT YOU FUCKING STUPID

(👑) theballadeer6: IM JUST TELLING YOU THE FUCKING TRUTH

(👑) theballadeer6: Y/N DOESN’T LIKE YOU

(👑) theballadeer6: U R NOTHING COMPARED TO ME

(👑) theballadeer6: NOTHING

(👑) theballadeer6: NONE OF Y’ALL ARE “REAL FANS”

justalittleponyboy: 🙄

(👑) ilovey/nslives: If Y/N ever starts doing these service irl you know who to thank

(👑) theballadeer6: SHE WOULD NEVER DO IRL SERVICES

winnerslovewinning: Have y’all ever stopped to think that maybe Y/N isn’t even straight in the first place

(👑) ladyguujiyae: Yeah no Y/N isn’t for the women…

(👑) ladyguujiyae: But I am

winnerslovewinning: Oh?

winnerslovewinning: DMs?

(👑) ladyguujiyae: After this live 😉

lolisonmydee: Get out of here yuritards

(👑) ladyguujiyae: Says the lolicon

winnerslovewinning: Shut up male

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Maybe she would start it because some people ACTUALLY give her all the money she wants for it unlike some people…

(👑) theballadeer6: OHHHHHHH YOU REALLY THINK YOURE ALL THAT JUST BECAUSE OF SOME BUCKS

(👑) theballadeer6: DO YOU THINK SHE’D EVER LAY DOWN WITH A DISGUSTING 40 YEAR OLD CHRONICALLY ONLINE CREEP LIKE YOU?

(👑) ladyguujiyae: Oh wow

(👑) theballadeer6: EVEN IF SHE DID START DOING IRL SERVICES I’D BE TEN TIMES AHEAD OF U IN THE LINE

(👑) theballadeer6: FUCKING LOSER

(👑) theballadeer6: IF MONEY MATTERS TO U THIS MUCH THEN THAT’S HOW WE WILL FUCKING PLAY

Scaramouche, fuming and grunting in pure stress, closed the chat tab to not get annoyed anymore and went directly to the “Donate” button in your screen, almost breaking his mouse when he clicked it. He was so mad with this guy that not even the view of you could calm him down. So mad he was barely holding himself from either destroying his own computer or beat himself up.

Meanwhile, you still bounced up and down on the dildo with a bored face, trying to calculate how much you’ve gained yet tonight to distract yourself from the shallowness of your performance. You believe you’ve gotten three 5-dollar donations and 2 10-dollar donations, which eventually add up to 35 dollars. Adding this up with the singular donations of 25 dollars from of your premium viewers, you get 60 dollars in total.

Damn. For an unpopular streamer that didn’t even get to cum once yet, you’d done quite some bucks… You know what? It’s not better not to think so positively about it, or else you might jinx—

“User ‘@theballadeer6’ donated 200$!”

Huh?

Two… hundred?

No, you must be hearing things.

You looked backwards immediately, meeting the decorated pop-up that alarmed the donation telling you what exactly you heard. Two-hundred dollars. A number two and two perfect zeroes sided to each other with no comma in between. Even if you were witnessing it, you still didn’t want to believe your own eyes. So you blinked once, then twice, then another time, but the number wouldn’t lose any of its zeroes.

“Two… Two hundred?! Oh, my God! Thank you so much, Balladeer! This really means a lot to—!”

“THERE YOU FUCKING GO YOU FUCKING WORM. IS THIS ENOUGH FOR YOU?! NOW DO YOU SEE WHO IS THE REAL FAN BETWEEN US OR DO YOU WANT MORE FUCKING PROOF?! BECAUSE I CAN GIVE YOU MORE. I KNOW Y/N’s NAME, HER FULL NAME, WHO HER PARENTS ARE, WHO HER SISTER IS, WHERE SHE WORKS, HER HOME ADDRESS AND EVEN THE NAME OF HER FUCKING CAT.”

…

What..?

Your smile died, not understanding at all what the message meant. You looked to the chat, meeting many caps-locked messages from the Balladeer guy and from other people too.

(👑) ladyguujiyae: What the fuck

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Ew?

(👑) mrdaddy900030: Y/N, I think you should end the stream.

winnerslovewinning: Men 🤦‍♀️

(👑) theballadeer6: IS THIS ENOUGH FOR YOU? DO YOU SEE THE TRUTH NOW?

Was this guy… talking to you?

“I…” You tried answering him but you just simply couldn’t form any phrase that made sense.

Your right hand reached your mouse and started scrolling up, meeting much more caps-locked texts that gave you better context of that message. It was a fight, one they’ve done while you weren’t looking. How naive of you. Your heart slowly twisted in disgust and fear for your life, your throat trying to push something out of it… vomit.

What is this? Who is this guy? Why is he doing this? Is his message true? Does he know who you are? Is this that Instagram stalker that always finds a way to contact you over and over again? Has he made this much progress?

You didn’t know how you looked to the people seeing you, but you knew it wasn’t pretty. You knew you were giving an ugly image of yourself almost panicking like that.

justalittleponyboy: Yeah Y/N just ban these weirdos from your chat

This guy was smart. He was thinking the same thing as you. Your “biggest fan” apparently was a victim of this Balladeer guy’s rage, meaning it’d only be fair to ban the Balladeer and perhaps mute your “biggest fan” to make sure this isn’t brought up to the stream anymore.

But should you really ban this guy? He just gave you 200 dollars, and this was his first stream of you. He’s creepy, he’s one of the most bizarre men you’ve ever seen yet, but reading the fight that happened in your absence, all he seemed to be was to be a bit too possessive of you.

Remember how he praised you in the beginning of the livestream? He wasn’t rude or aggressive to you, only them. Was he really a stalker? Specifically the one in your Instagram? Or just a really dedicated fan? In the chat he seemed to still be trying to convince your “biggest fan” that the title belongs to him instead while indirectly apologizing to you. Maybe… it isn’t worth to lose those monthly 20 dollars… Not when you need that money so much.

Your life isn’t cheap. Even if you can handle your conditions the way they are, you still desire more money. You want to have a comfortable life after retirement and you want to especially show your family you aren’t little. You aren’t worthless despite this second job of yours. You want them to have zero false pity for you.

So… you won’t ban him. If he suddenly becomes a less prominent spender, then you’ll definitely ban him, but if he keeps spending this much money on you… you can’t ban him. The sacrifice might be worth it.

But, you don’t even want to be naked anymore. You want to stop. You want to put on your favorite pijamas, lock your doors and windows and go to sleep. So, you quickly messed with the moderation tools in your chat and muted them both. Your “biggest fan” was muted for an hour while the Balladeer was muted for a day.

“I-I’m sorry, guys… I don’t feel comfortable continuing today’s livestream.” You quickly stated, too embarrassed to face the camera, before abruptly pulling up another tab to stream to the viewers, your ‘pause tab’.

It was a picture with a big pink-aesthetic text saying “Be right back!” with another cute and sexy picture of you in the back of it to entertain the viewers while they waited. You pulled up this screen before closing the live so you could read the last comforting messages from your normal audience while you dressed your underwear again.

(👑) ladyguujiyae: Rest well :(

lolisonmydee: bruhhh don’t let them affect you

(👑) mrdaddy900030: Stay safe Y/N

justalittleponyboy: they’re just random douchebags Y/N ignore them

harbinger2: 👋👋👋

“Thank you, guys.” You quietly spoke, trying to hold back the shake of your mouth and voice.

And finally, you clicked the red “End Livestream” button, and your viewers ceased.

FUCK!!!!!

FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!!

This guy..! THIS GUY!!!

What have I done?! What the fuck was I thinking?! I fucked it up! No, no, HE fucked me up! He orchestrated me to do this! He baited me to rage to a screen and make myself look bad to Y/N!

“Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid..!” I slapped my own face over and over as I repeated those degrading words to myself.

It’s been a while since I’ve last freaked out like this and I’m surprised this triggered me to react like this. But I just can’t handle it. My Y/N working in this industry… having this kind of men following her… It’s too much. I fucking hate it. I hate it bad.

So much that my anger finally boiled up enough for me to scream. It was once and brutal, letting most of it out. It also forced my hands to move up to my head and grab my locks as if I wanted to rip them off, and I almost did. The pain of pulling my own scalp this hard made me scream harder, but it was the only way I could get rid of this itching anger without harming my materials.

I need to know Y/N’s relationship with this man. I can’t let him too close to her at all. He’s a danger to me and her and he knows it.

I’ll show him what a real fan truly is.

Taglist: @shy-ent @the-stinky-winky @bigmantiddys @goofy-ego @sasuri123 @gaboplaydespacito @thegriffinbird @alatusorrow @luminieee @toobytub @wandereryumee

Anon, I know you probably weren’t expecting a part 2 of another fic for your request but… unfortunately my Scaramouche battery is seriously running out right now and I took advantage of the fact that you said the original fic did please you a lot, so I hope this serves you too! Sorry for not making a whole new original prompt! 🙏

Don’t forget to like and comment if you liked it <3

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zeroiridium · 1 month ago

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Underlying misogyny in the Mega Man X fandom

Maybe I'm coming across as "too woke" here or reading into things too much, but I'd like to talk about the misogyny surrounding the mmx fandom as I feel it's an overlooked issue .

My first example is the treatment Iris gets in the fandom.

Ignoring the blatant sexualisation she's gotten over the years, Iris is either forgotten (which I don't fully blame people for actually), treated decently or hated and bashed for.......kinda nothing honestly

You see, Iris suffers from this thing called "treating writing flaws like character flaws." A.K.A. hating characters for what is clearly an out-of-universe problem.

The most common example is that characters (usually female) are poorly written, and fans of the media hate the characters for it. It's made even worse when male characters suffer from the same writing mistakes and get little to no negativity.

You can probably see how this relates to mmx. Iris is very much not a well written character. She barely has a role other than "extra trauma for Zero boo hoo," but then again, X and Zero ALSO aren't well written. They just seem better because you see more of them, but truthfully, you only need a maximum of three words to describe any of these characters as they're all shallow.

Fandom misogyny also applies to other female characters, especially in the oversexualisation or complete ignorance department. Another great example of this would be Layer.

In-game Layer is a reserved, calm, collected woman who only really breaks out of that when Zero is around, in which she seems to get awkward, no doubt due to her hinted crush at the man. Even then, she doesn't act all that different. She almost has Garnet energy to her.

In a lot of fanon interpretations though, Layer seems to be sexualised and even demonised despite her barely contributing to the games. Granted colourisim also plays a part in that, not only in fanon content but in canon media as well. Layer is the only black character in the X series, and she is by far the most sexualised, which also contributes to her fanon depictions.

Another character I'll mention in relation to underlying misogyny in the fandom is one you might not expect.

It's X.

Yeah

X suffers from this thing in male characters especially, benevolance, a desire for peace a dislike of violence, or any indication of emotions really, are seen as weak, soft, or you guessed it, feminine traits.

These types of characters are then often infantilised, fetishised, and generally misrepresented in fan made media.

(It's at this point I would like to state there is nothing wrong with soft or weak or feminine male characters on their own.)

X very much suffers from this, as despite fighting several wars, people still portray him as a wimp. Even in the Zero games, which is honestly kinda absurd to me? Seriously, a man who ran an apocalyptic nation for a century would not act the way some people seem to think.

Speaking of the Zero games, this post is about mmx so I'll keep this brief, but there's also a lot of weird stuff when it comes to female characters in that fandom aswell, mostly sexualisation. For Fairy Leviathan, even though I don't like it and think it sucks, I can at least somewhat understand it. She does seem to have the maturity of a young adult and is almost flirtatious in her appearances. However, I can not say the same about certain depictions of Ciel, who is a confirmed CHILD. She's 14 in mmz 1, and she's 16 in mmz 4. No excuses.

Well we've come to the end of this rant where I'd like to say that there is nothing inherently wrong with OOC depictions of characters. People are allowed to have fun and play around with characters they enjoy. That's not at all my problem.

My problem is when fanon is treated like canon, to the point where fan made content is treated as official information, which ofc leads to a lot of confusion and misunderstandings, and it's honestly just plain annoying. Especially since a massive part of megaman series fans haven't actually run through the canon material

There's also problematic aspects like misogyny, racism and others, which I mentioned previously. To anyone with half a brain, it should be obvious why those are bad things.

Anyway I saulte for making it the end of this, thank you for listening to my ultimately not that clear way of presenting topics

#megaman x #megaman #mega man x #megaman zero #mmx #mega man #rant #rant post #megaman iris #megaman layer

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svt-zaneri · 18 days ago

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Game Caterers x SEVENTEEN 1-1 ⊹܀˙

Synopsis: Seventeen appears on the 'Game Caterers' for the first time as a whole group. Follow seventeen as they play games, introduce themselves, and have a blast with all 14 members.

A/n: I’m sorry this took so long. Guys, writing the subtitles, adding scenes, fixing grammar, etc., was so hard and time-consuming, but alas, I’m finished. I hope it’s good, and I hope my writing is good as well. Hopefully there aren’t much mistakes either. My ask/comment box is open! Also, should I make a tag list?

Additionally, certain words are underlined (specifically clothing items), which are links that can be opened and will direct you to Pinterest, allowing you to view the item. However, if you just want to imagine the item for yourself, you can ignore the link.

English is in bold, and everything else is in Korean unless stated otherwise.

⤷𐙚 Masterlist ⤷𐙚 1-800-zaneri (ask/comment box)

⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆

Spring.

The cool air that came with spring, along with the kaleidoscope of flowers, was the perfect time to film the long-awaited collaboration of Seventeen and The Game Caterers 2.

Outside, the fourteen members had walked along the walkway up to the entrance under the beautiful serenity blue sky, their eyes were glued to the rose quartz colored cherry blossoms blooming all around the picturesque neighborhood. Everything seemed to perfectly align just for this day.

They entered one of the beautiful brown houses that was lined up with the rest. The bright light from the sun bled inside through the open windows, highlighting the neatly done interior. A banner with their logo was placed in the center, and a beautiful balloon arch where thirteen of the fourteen members were waiting was placed at the entrance.

All members of staff were eager to film such a fun event, and they made sure to fill the room with the perfect cameras, lighting, and decorations so everything would fit perfectly and every moment would be captured for an inclusive experience.

Over by the entrance, the excitement of the other thirteen members was palpable as they stood by the arch watching their leader stand awkwardly alone in the center. The conversations between the members were quite festive as they waited patiently for their leader to kick off the day.

"This is so awkward." S.Coups' awkwardness in front of everyone was evident as he expressed his slight discomfort with being the only one starting the intro. Zaneri couldn't help but smile at how nervous their leader seemed. You would never guess that he's spoken in front of thousands of people before.

(The leader S.Coups starts the opening by himself)

"Your fans like this!" A writer shouted from her position on the ground in front of them. The members laughed a bit at her outburst and decided to tease him further.

"Wow, S.Coups!" Mingyu exclaimed softly. "It's S.Coups!" Jun added on with an oddly cute voice.

"Don't tell me you're nervous, S.Coups!" Zaneri smirked, adding just a bit of fuel to the fire. Her tone was playful, watching him tilt his head back with an embarrassed smile.

(His members are watching him)

"We're here as an entire group." He said after a minute, staring at them with a smile. It's really rare for a group of 14 members to be invited to a variety show at once. So they were really grateful that they got to experience this together.

Zaneri was especially excited and grateful to see all the members here in one space. Especially since not everyone could join The Game Caterers x Hybe event, including herself.

But of course, this wouldn't be a good Seventeen introduction without them teasing and putting pressure on the one in the center. It would actually be unusual if there weren't at least one member who said something.

"It's really hard to act cute Infront of all 13 people." Mingyu started the teasing first as he bent down beside Hoshi, a small grin on his face.

"My embarrassing leader." Seungkwan added on, making sure to not miss out on the opportunity to tease their leader.

And....

"Depending on how you start it, it's going to affect the flow today." Woozi glanced at him from behind the arch, his comment no doubt adding even more pressure onto S.Coups.

"Wow, you guys really aren't giving him a break." Zaneri murmured faintly, hovering a hand over her glossed lips, she couldn't help but release the laugh that she had been holding in from earlier. Especially since everyone joined in and started adding to his already absurdly long nickname list.

"Our leader!" "Go, S.Coups!" "Our center!" "S.Coups the jeans!"

(His 14,587th nickname)

By now, S.Coups' face was red and his expression was probably the funniest that Zaneri had seen in a while. She loves it when he gets all shy and embarrassed, completely different from how he is on stage. Her bashful older brother.

Zaneri's smile remained intact as she stood beside Jeonghan, her arms wrapping gently around his waist. He shifted slightly as he placed his head on top of hers. "I hope today is as fun as it looked when they filmed the Hybe version. Do you think it'll be Hannie?" Zaneri's voice was quiet but genuinely intrigued as she spoke into Jeonghan's side.

"I'm sure it will. Our team always manages to have fun no matter where we go." He muttered back softly, to the point, but with a comforting type of reassurance in his tone.

She hummed in agreement and continued listening as her members said a few more things. Every second with every new nickname, S.Coups looked like he was ready to get the day started already. The members were relentless when it came to teasing, all harmless fun, of course.

'Poor S.Coups...' She shook her head with a mildly amused smile stretching across her face. She gets teased all the time; it's nice seeing someone else get it for a change. She can see why the members laugh at her expense, seeing S.Coups' shy behavior now.

Just then, amidst the chaotic scene, S.Coups suddenly cleared his throat and all eyes quietly fell onto him. They stared ahead eagerly to see how he was going to begin their fourteen-member introduction and how high he'd raise the bar of expectation for the others to follow.

"I'll hit the slate now." He stretched one leg behind him and extended both his arms in opposite directions.

"1, 2 , 3!" He clapped his hands and there signaled the beginning of the show.

(Let's start The Game Caterers SEVENTEEN Special)

(From now on,)

(14 SEVENTEEN members)

(will appear)

(in order)

(with their hit songs)

The well-known instrumental for 'Clap' filled the space as everyone started cheering. "S.Coups! This is your song!" Zaneri clapped excitedly, watching as he got into his stance. Everyone cheered him on as the song started.

"Applause!" Dokyeom and Mingyu sang as S.Coups started the choreo. He gave an embarrassed smile but continued the dance regardless.

"Clap!" Zaneri and Hoshi sang simultaneously, exchanging a playful glance with each other. While S.Coups was doing his short intro dance, Jeonghan began playing with one of the sleeves of Zaneri's blue vintage Christian Dior sweater, a smile on his face as he watched their leader perform.

"Great way to start the day, S.Coups!" Zaneri praised, giving him a thumbs up. PD Nah and the writers looked at Zaneri with a smile. "You're good at this." He commended, to which Zaneri responded with a small smile and waved off the compliment.

"I try my best, but—"

"It's okay to accept the compliment, Zan-ah." Dino butted in, a cheeky smile on his face. Everyone started laughing at his comment, knowing that Zaneri loves compliments and is quick to accept them. However, since she's on a show with someone she doesn't know well, she doesn't want to present herself arrogantly.

Zaneri closed her eyes for a second and scoffed playfully, "I'll deal with you later." She replied, not bothering to look at him as she turned to the camera, waving with a tense smile on her face. Everyone around them started laughing at the unexpected (expected) moment between her and Dino.

(They truly are like siblings)

(Anyhow,)

(1. S.Coups) (The general leader)

(The leader of the Hip Hop team)

(It's about time to remember my name)

As S.Coups walked away, he signaled for Jeonghan to come to the center for his turn. "PRETTY U" with its melodious sound came through the speakers; however, Jeonghan didn't think it was his turn. He continued unconsciously playing with Zaneri's sleeve, waiting for one of the members to go to the center for their introduction.

"Jeonghan, it's your turn..", one of the members told him, but he denied it. Zaneri shook her head a bit with a small smile before giving him a slight push to the center. "It is your turn, Hannie."

The look of realization flashed across his features for a second before he stepped out into the center and did his part of the chorus. Even though he missed the first part, he still looked so good.

(2. Jeonghan) (Vocal Team)

(His birthday and nickname are 1004)

(He's mostly lying down rather than flying)

"So handsome, Hannie!" Zaneri cheered loudly, fanning her face playfully, watching as he winked at the camera and then turned to her, blowing a playful kiss which she pretended to catch.

(Pro entertainers...?)

"In order." Dino clarified so that there would be no more confusion starting from now.

"Is this 'VERY NICE'?" Mingyu asked, clearly excited to see what Joshua was going to do. Zaneri looked at Joshua eagerly as he walked to the center. His walk was confident and relaxed; she knew he was going to do something crazy just by the look in his face. People tend to think that Joshua is one of the calmer ones in the group, but they couldn't be more wrong.

(He enters as he savors his highlight)

'AJU NICE' blasted through the speakers, and as predicted, Joshua set the bar really high as he immediately started the dance for the chorus. Cheers erupted from everyone in the room watching him dance. Zaneri let out a soft snort, shaking her head in slight disbelief. Joshua always found a way to make everyone's attention fall on himself.

When Zaneri watched Hybe x Game Caterers, she realized Joshua could not be trusted with the younger members as soon as their introduction began. She had to give them their kudos though, because it was very funny, and as renowned variety stars, it was important to keep up their image. There's nothing seventeen seems to enjoy more than being funny.

(3. Joshua) (Vocal Team)

(The gentleman in SEVENTEEN)

(Latest nickname: Shua)

"Nice!" Dokyeom cheered, laughter bouncing off the wooden walls in the room. Joshua really knew how to brighten any room he stepped into with his charming personality.

"Good job Joshua!" Hoshi praised from his crouched position as the song came to an end.

"Okay. Make some noise!" Jun ran to the center, jumping and hyping up the expectant crowd. Zaneri took out her phone and began recording him with a huge grin on her face. 'HIT' echoed through the speakers, and the energetic feel of the song matched Jun's movements perfectly.

"WOO!!!" Zaneri jumped, her phone still in her hand, as Jun began dancing. His moves were precise and powerful, definitely putting on a performance for everyone there as if they were performing for an award show.

(4. Jun) (Performance Team)

(Playful cat)

(The former child actor)

(He put on a musical for the self-produced content)

Zaneri joined in as the rest started chanting "Moon Junhui!". Their cheers were loud, and Jun was clearly having a blast. Zaneri turned to look at PD Nah and accidentally made eye contact with him. She gave him a smile and he returned it. He seemed to be having the best time out of everyone there.

(The happiest man in this moment)

Jun quickly went to the side as Hoshi ran to the center, 'HOT' now playing.

(He appears sharp on time)

Zaneri went to the front of the arch and cheered for Hoshi. His moves were sharp and powerful. She adores the way he moves, such an incredible dancer with amazing skills. She truly understands why he's the performance team leader every time he dances. It's not like everyone else isn't an amazing performer, but Hoshi is just simply on another level.

(5. Hoshi) (Leader of Performance Team)

(A member of BSS)

(Brainwashing tiger)

(He's actually a hamster)

Hoshi's introduction finishes with amazing energy, and 'Fear' begins playing. Zaneri watched as Wonwoo walked quietly to the center, bowed, and put on that 'red carpet smile'. Zaneri blinked at him, half-amused, half-baffled. The calmness of his entrance compared to the powerful song that was playing was comedic.

(Gentle Gaits)

(The red carpet smile)

(6. Wonwoo) (Hip Hop Team)

(He likes ballad)

(Good at games, but not our games)

"Bite the flowers like on MAMA," Dk suggested, referencing one of their MAMA performances. Zaneri tapped his shoulders in agreement. "Wait, that's a good idea!" They watched as Wonwoo recreated the scene, more refreshing than sexy compared to the original version.

(Detox)

Woozi, who was standing comfortably enjoying the members' performances, walked out to the center, sort of baffled as 'Don't wanna cry' started playing. "Should I kneel?" He questioned bemused, but kneeled regardless.

(Another member of the 1996 line)

"Don't play around," Zaneri sang simultaneously with the music as Woozi's voice filtered through the speakers. Woozi got off the ground and opted for the 'red carpet smile' route.

(Flustered by his own voice)

(7. Woozi) (The leader of Vocal Team)

(He writes and composes most of Seventeen's songs)

(The member of Korea Music Copyright Association) (Amazing)

The cheering continued as Woozi made it to the other side, the chorus coming up.

(Right now he feels: Don't wanna cry)

(Dancing automatically)

Woozi, Jun and Wonwoo started dancing to the chorus, their moves in perfect sync as Woozi's introduction came to an end.

'HOME;RUN' was the next song to play on SEVENTEEN's hit songs introduction playlist, and Minghao walked out right away. His steps were calm but sure, singing along to the lyrics. His movements were graceful and careful to not injure his collarbone further.

(8. THE 8) (Performance Team)

(The funny person approved by Producer Nah)

"Xu-ah!! I'm a big fan!" Zaneri yelled, watching as an embarrassed smile crept onto Minghao's face. Mingyu playfully shoved her to the side, both laughing at her sudden outburst. The chorus quickly approached as they cheered once again for their member.

(Speaks clear Korean when he's in trouble)

Zaneri watched happily as Minghao started dancing to the chorus, a contagious smile on his face. 'He looks so happy right now.' She thought, feeling her own happiness increase, seeing him have such a good time.

(Despite the collarbone injury, he moves like the spring breeze)

As 'HOME;RUN' came to an end, Zaneri turned to Mingyu with anticipation, watching as he wasted no time with his introduction. His movements were confident and striking as 'BOOM BOOM' resonated through the room. Mingyu obviously did not come to play or be outdone as he made eye contact with the camera.

The cheers were loud as the members "ooh" -ed and "ahh" -ed. "Boom Boom!" Some of them sang along, watching Mingyu's no doubt memorable introduction. "So cool, Mingyu!" Zaneri cheered, watching as he gazed passionately at the camera, opening his jacket.

(9. It's Kim Influence)

(Fans are worried that he doesn't eat much)

Some of the members covered their mouths in awe, watching him. Zaneri cocked her head to the side with an awestruck expression, "Why is he so good?". The confusion laced in her tone made Seungkwan laugh at her unexpected comment, lightly shoving her.

Mingyu's confident gaze fell a bit as he suppressed a laugh from hearing Zaneri's comment. He continued on with his performance nonetheless, focusing on finishing it. His intense gaze fell back on the camera.

(He's dancing with his eyes and heart)

As 'BOOM BOOM' ended, Mingyu turned to Zaneri with a finger pointed in her direction, "Why did you say that so suddenly?" His tone was playfully pouty, but Zaneri simply laughed and waved it off.

"I'm sorry, but why did you actually look so cool?" she teased, making her way to the center of the room just as the last lines of her verse in 'Mansae' began to play. Jeonghan hurried over too—Zaneri’s final part included a short duo dance with him before the whole group would join in during the performance version.

Cheers erupted from the members as Jeonghan caught Zaneri’s hand, spinning her gracefully before pulling her close until their noses nearly touched. They exchanged quick smiles and held eye contact before letting each other go, with Jeonghan dashing back to his spot just as the chorus hit.

(Mansae!)

Behind the cameras, PD Nah and the other producers were visibly surprised by the unexpected duo dance, even though it hadn’t been the full routine. But shock quickly melted into excitement as they watched Zaneri flow seamlessly into the choreography for the chorus. Her expressions felt bright and refreshingly feminine, making hearts skip a beat.

(10. Zaneri) (Hip Hop Team)

(The Nation’s IT Girl!) (Obsessed with Iced Vanilla Bean Lattes)

“Neri-ya! Why are you so good?” Mingyu called out, playfully throwing her own teasing words back at her in an equally baffled tone. Laughter rippled through everyone, even Zaneri, who almost wanted to scold him but held back with a grin. She spun around in her knee-high heels, turning towards the camera to blow a kiss and throw in a playful wink as her intro began to wrap up.

"Riri-ya, you're so pretty!" Jeonghan praised, and the other members quickly chimed in, clapping and cheering in agreement. Zaneri walked over, lifting her hands into the air, prompting everyone to wave along for the chorus’ ending part. Then, she strolled up to the camera crew, the PD, and writers, and they couldn’t help but mirror her playful gesture.

(The Social Butterfly)

(Can be quite persuasive)

Her introduction ended on a lively note as she ran over to the rest of the group. While everyone's introduction thus far had been fun to watch, whether funny, lively, or refreshing, Dokyeom's introduction was by far the best in terms of sheer entertainment.

'THANKS' blasted through the speakers, and he immediately fell to his knees, bowing unashamed. No one could resist laughing; there's just a certain charm about Dokyeom that people just can't help but love. Zaneri gripped onto Joshua's shoulder to keep her from toppling over from how much she was laughing at his over-the-top performance.

(To CARAT) (Thank you and thank you again)

(Grateful choreography)

"Nice Dokyeom!" The members cheered for him, enjoying his introduction. After probably his 3rd bow, he got up, walking along the cameras with an expression seeping with gratitude and extending his arms out to truly convey his thanks.

(11. DK) (In Vocal Team, but also a good dancer)

(The leader of BSS)

(He sings nonstop)

After he got a close-up with the last camera, he walked back and finally began dancing with vigor just as the chorus played. "Yes DK!" Zaneri cheered from the sidelines, watching Dokyeom put in effort to give a soulful performance.

(He expresses gratitude head to toe)

He gave one final heart to the camera as the song finished and 'LEFT & RIGHT' started playing. Seungkwan wasted no time as he began dancing like his life depended on it.

(It's very tough for the next person.)

"Ayeee!" Some of the members said simultaneously as Seungkwan danced to the center.

(It's Seungkwan the variety show expert)

Mingyu and Woozi began teasing him, but Seungkwan continued confidently dancing and doing his best to put on an entertaining introduction. The song switched to his verse suddenly, but he quickly adapted. Zaneri continued cheering him on, watching him execute the choreo flawlessly.

(12. Seungkwan) (Vocal Team) (BSS)

(Jeju Island specialty) (The K-pop professor)

(With his best..)

Zaneri stared, a disbelieving smile tugging at her lips as she watched Seungkwan do a b-boy pose. Unfortunately, the reactions weren't that great as he got up from his position. Zaneri walked over to him and gently pulled him to the side. "Did I do too much?" He whispered.

"No, no..." She responded, waving him off but then sighed after a second, giving him a playfully pitiful expression, "Just a bit." She placed her thumb and index finger closely together to emphasize her words.

"--but that's why you're the best entertainer here." She tapped his shoulder to provide a bit of comfort, which didn't last long as Vernon began his introduction, and there was no way Zaneri was missing it.

Seungkwan scoffed and stared at the camera with a bewildered look. PD Nah began laughing, watching the exchange between Seungkwan and his members, especially that last conversation with Zaneri. "That must be painful." He laughed, amused.

(Seungkwan + Zaneri= diss sessions)

Vernon coolly walks to the center, vibing to the lyrics and melody of 'Darl+ing'. Zaneri smiled, showing all her teeth, unknowingly showing off her tooth gems, watching Vernon do his introduction.

(The next in line comes in)

(13. Vernon) (Hip Hop Team) (Mr. Know-It-All)

Vernon turned to one of the cameras, smiling, and Zaneri couldn't help herself.

(What was that?!)

Everyone turned to the source of the squeal, which was quite loud. Zaneri, noticing all the eyes on her, bowed apologetically, "I'm so sorry." The members laughed a bit before turning their attention back to Vernon, who was still focusing on his performance.

(Vernon's biggest fan might be in the room) (When he's focused, he can't hear anything.)

While Vernon was doing his introduction, some of the members turned to Seungkwan, pointing out the fact that Vernon's introduction was way cooler than his. The endless teasing that Seungkwan has to endure daily is truly admirable.

"He's cool."

"He looks cooler."

(The older ones just love Seungkwan)

'_World' began playing as the 13th and youngest member stepped forward with a bright smile to do his introduction. He began dancing, and everyone cheered, watching his endearing movements. "Why are you so cute, Dino-ya?" Zaneri yelled softly, clear enough for him to hear but not loud enough to disrupt yet another introduction.

(Cute)

(The older ones welcome him)

(with a shriek)

(If he yields to it, he can't be in SEVENTEEN)

He dances to the center full of conviction as he's energized by the loud cheers in the room, everyone's attention solely on him. He gives the audience a cheerful smile while finishing up the choreo.

(14. Dino) (Performance Team) (Youngest)

(Advantage: 13 older siblings)

(Disadvantage: 13 older siblings)

His introduction finishes on a vibrant note with cheers.

(It took 6 minutes and 10 seconds to introduce all 13 members)

Now that the individual introductions were complete, everyone began moving to their positions to dance to 'Super' except for Minghao, who unfortunately couldn't participate. Zaneri bounced slightly and adjusted her black framed glasses while they waited for the music to start.

(The Game Caterers with whole SEVENTEEN)

"We never give up!" Dokyeom suddenly shouted just as the chorus rolled in. All the members danced in perfect sync, not one person off beat, which is further proved by their shoes hitting the ground in perfect simultaneity.

They perform like a single unit, not to mention how mesmerizing their sharp and powerful movements are to watch. Zaneri smiled to herself, hearing one of the female writers cheer, it brings her so much joy when their group can put on an amazing performance for others to enjoy.

It's amazing knowing that from trainee days till now, Seventeen as a group continues to have perfect harmony, and they continue to put in effort into every single one of their performances without ever giving up or calling it quits.

As the song finishes, all the members strike their final pose with heavy breaths after putting on such an energetic performance.

(Exclaiming)

The PDs, writers, camera crew, and other staff members all cheered in admiration. The members thanked them for their support as they caught their breath. "Good job, guys!" Zaneri commended rubbing some of their backs comfortingly before going to stand beside Jeonghan, who was calmly clapping at the back.

(Warning: There are elks in the audience)

(Nah the CARAT enjoyed it in the 1st row)

A smooth hand gently tucked behind Zaneri's hair, a curly piece that had fallen from her messy almond colored bun, streaked with molten gold highlights. She turned to Jeonghan, who had a smile on his face, "Are you having fun?"

"Yeah, as you said, it's always a fun time with all of our members together." She responded, a sweet smile of her own tugging at her lips. Jeonghan nodded and pulled her closer throwing an arm over her shoulders.

"I'm always right." He added playfully, which earned him a gentle punch to his side. He feigned a wince, though it didn't really hurt, and turned to her with a small pout, to which she just ignored. She turned to him after a minute and tilted her head to the side slightly, "You're annoying."

"You love it when I annoy you." He answered, and she turned away from him with a smile because it was true. She loves his personality and everything about him; he's a premium package.

(Is he bothering you queen?...)

"That was honestly really cool." PD Nah expressed his awe for their performance as the members of Seventeen stood in a line. Everyone was breathing hard, but they were glad they could put on a great performance for the audience.

"I'm tired after the 1st verse." Dokyeom breathed out, his voice breathless. The grunts from the others were also prominent.

"That was the first time after the music video shoot." Seungkwan voiced, also clearly tired from doing the dance. They agreed with him, as if trying to give a reason as to why they were so tired after doing just a verse of their new song, but it was totally understandable.

(That's how good they are to dance for the first time after the music video shoot)

"Let's say hello," Everyone straightened up as S.Coups started their formal group introduction. "Say the name, SEVENTEEN." and then everyone joined in unison, "Hello, We're SEVENTEEN." They bowed, and a round of cheerful claps rippled through the group, hands coming together in sync. The rest of the crew applauded as well, not only excited to have a fun-filled day with SEVENTEEN but also applauding their diligence and commitment.

"Finally!" Hoshi began, his tone laced with anticipation, followed by Seungkwan echoing the same comment.

"Finally!"

"As a whole." Dokyeom continued,

"With everyone," Seungkwan said, their dramatic, drawn-out introduction coming to an end. "We're on," He paused for a moment, his gestures exaggerated to create even more suspense. "The Game Caterers!" He finally said, walking to the center with arms high in the sky as the rest of the group cheered happily.

(It's a party for The Game Caterers)

"Thank you for having us," Zaneri spoke up, her voice friendly and polite, bowing as she clapped alongside her members. PD Nah smiled at her and returned the gesture with the same polite and friendly energy.

Seungkwan fanned his face, evidently tired from all he's had to do since they've been here.

(He's getting exhausted fast)

"That was wonderful. Congratulations on your comeback." PD Nah commended, his tone clear and bright. "We're going to have a simple interview," He added, "If you take a rest, we'll prepare the chairs."

The members nodded and clarified they understood as they all branched off to take a break from the lively morning they've had so far. They all thanked the staff for their hard work and their dedication to make sure that Seventeen's time on 'The Game Caterers' is not only exciting but also comfortable and welcoming.

(They never forget to say thank you)

Zaneri walked over to the entrance where their manager stood with a familiar bag and drink in his hands. She thanked him and peeked inside the bag to see a croissant which smelled heavenly, and also took a sip of her everyday latte. Normally, she makes them herself, but today she didn't get the chance to, so their manager offered to buy her one. The croissant is an extra treat.

She set her latte on a cute wooden table beside the entrance and took the croissant from the bag. She then took a bite and moaned as the flavor practically melted on her tongue. The croissant, unfortunately, did not last for a minute as one by one, each member came over and had a piece.

"Why didn't you ask for more?" S.Coups grumbled as he took the final piece of the croissant. She shrugged and walked over to the bin, throwing away the brown bag it came in. "I don't mind sharing. Besides, how was I supposed to know you guys wanted anything?" Before he could reply, Zaneri took out her phone with a grin.

"I want group pictures, let's go"

(Soon)

Mingyu walked in, seeing fourteen chairs placed neatly in two rows. 'Where do I sit?' he motioned at the chairs, thinking they'd probably have a designated seating arrangement; however, the writer told him to sit wherever he wanted.

"You can sit next to whoever you like." She clarified, and he nodded in understanding. Both he and S.Coups, who came shortly after, sat on opposite sides, furthest away from one another. To others, if they weren't aware of the group dynamic, they might think that S.Coups and Mingyu either don't like each other or have an awkward relationship.

"You don't like each other, do you?" One of the writers asked, and Zaneri, who was walking in to get a seat, grinned at the rightfully asked question. S.Coups denied it quickly with a laugh and an explanation, "I like to stay on this side. I feel better here."

"He's lying; he doesn't like Mingyu." She denied his explanation quickly, and everyone walking in began laughing, including PD Nah and the writers who were sitting in front of them. Zaneri laughed at S.Coups' bewildered expression and then turned to the camera. "I'm joking, guys. They totally love each other."

(Loves to tease her members)

"Sit next to your friends." A female writer stated and Hoshi, who sat beside Woozi, suddenly held onto his hand, which Woozi quickly removed.

(One way)

Zaneri, who was still deciding where to sit, made eye contact with Mingyu, giving him a cheeky smile, but he looked away quickly, obviously not wanting her to come next to him. Most likely because of her comment this morning. Zaneri happily walked over to Mingyu, sitting beside him, staring directly into his face.

"Mingyu-ah, let's be friends, okay?" She reached out her hand for him to shake. He sighed playfully but shook it regardless. They heard laughing coming from the front, seeing Producer Nah and the writers watching their bizarre interaction. "Is this normal between you two?" One of the writers asked, and the members chimed in.

"It happens every day."

"They argue practically every day."

"They're probably the most sibling-like here."

(Sibling style reconciliation?)

After a minute, one of the female crew members walked over quickly, placing a white fluffy blanket over Zaneri's denim skirt. She thanked her before she walked away, taking out her phone to scroll through her messages. Jeonghan walked over and took a seat beside Zaneri, who now had her attention on him.

He turned to her, staring at her for a minute before looking down at the drink in her hand. Before she could ask any questions, he held her hand that was holding the latte and brought it up to his lips, drinking some and then letting her hand go. "How is it?" She asked, bringing the drink up to her lips to have a next sip. He wore a thoughtful expression before turning to her with a smile as their eyes met, "It's good, but you make them better."

"Really?" She asked sort of surprised, "Should I open up a cafe?" She looked at him genuinely considering if she should open a cafe or not. He gave a her a fond smile with his hands folded Infront of his chest, watching as she stared at him expectantly.

"Why not? Just make sure I'm the first customer."

"I might reach there before you Jeonghan." Mingyu interrupted, giving the two one of his signature toothy grin.

(Zaneri Cafe opening soon)

(You might have to arrive early though, she's probably going to have 13 excited customers there before dawn)

For about five minutes, the members talked amongst themselves. Praising Dokyeom and Joshua for their entertaining entrance, which was no doubt the best among the 14 members. Then, moving on to talk about Dokyeom and Joshua's appearance on 'My Alcohol Diary'. But of course, if two members didn't engage in playful banter, something was off.

Zaneri shook her head lightly as she listened to Seungkwan and Mingyu go back and forth before Jeonghan intervened and put a stop to their conversation.

(The peacemaker comes in)

(This is what SEVENTEEN is like. They renewed their contract. Don't worry)

"They're all waiting for you," Jeonghan told Mingyu who turned around, surprised to see all the crew members patiently waiting to start; however, they didn't seem to mind listening to the 14 members interact.

(We were enjoying listening to you)

"Now," PD Nah began, seemingly ready to begin the interview he mentioned earlier. "Let's start with the simple interview. I'm not going to ask any important questions."

"I love it." Jeonghan cheered softly. Zaneri smiled when she heard the sounds of relief from the other members. She's glad this interview isn't going to consist of important questions and they can just answer freely.

"Good," Minghao uttered with a small smile gracing his lips. "I'm pretty sure you answered those questions in other interviews," PD Nah continued casually, which the other members agreed to.

"After the simple interview, we're here to play games. So the interview doesn't matter." PD Nah's final comment cemented the fact that they didn't have to be too serious while answering the questions nor would they feel pressured to give a good answer.

Everyone was relieved and felt much better going into the interview with this in mind. "Life is game!" DK said suddenly, and Zaneri giggled a bit at his English, not because it was bad or anything, but simply because he was always so random with it.

(Advanced English)

"Let's keep it short and move on." Zaneri sat up straight as PD Nah began the interview section of the day. "Let's start with S.Coups."

(#1. S.COUPS)

"Sure," S.Coups replied.

"Let's start with a simple question. You're the leader." PD Nah pointed out as he read off his script and then looked at S.Coups for further clarification.

"Yes." S.Coups responded with a nervous smile gracing his face. The next question was unexpected, and S.Coups was clearly caught off guard, as were the members, who laughed at the question. "The leader of Seventeen. What's your role in the group?"

(Leader) (Is this an interview)

"Does he do anything?" Woozi chimed in, looking at the rest of the members. Zaneri suppressed a giggle, her shoulders shaking briefly.

"As soon as you got here, you played with a ball." PD Nah commented, Zaneri clapped her hands in amusement as she remembered sitting on the bleachers watching him kick the ball around on the open field.

(We saw you erasing the Seventeen symbol we worked so hard to draw, when you were playing with the ball)

After a second, S.Coups spoke up confidently, "I'm in charge of saying hello."

(Greeting team)

"Show me," Mingyu quipped, and S.Coups immediately demonstrated. "Say the name!"

"SEVENTEEN. Hello, we're Seventeen." All the members said simultaneously and did their signature hand sign. It's natural at this point that whenever their leader starts the greeting, they follow suit.

(Automatic reaction)

(He can make 12 people say hello)

PD Nah and the others watched happily, "So they say it automatically."

"Yes, they say it automatically." S.Coups smiled, answering his question. "He's in charge of 'Say the name'. " Minghao stated.

"When you say hello, everyone relies on the leader." PD Nah noted thoughtfully, to which everyone agreed. "They rely on you mentally."

"A few members made a mistake while saying hi." S.Coups pointed out, "They didn't say it right."

"Did you yell at them?" PD Nah responded. "Ah...but I do that too many times." S.Coups replied playfully.

"So you can't yell at them." PD Nah said, and S.Coups agreed. Then he moved on to the next question he had for S.Coups, "I heard you have a unique habit."

Zaneri looked at PD Nah, intrigued, as he looked at the paper he was holding. "When you go on the internet, you look up your name first?" When he finished the question, everyone stared at him, shocked that he knew that sort of information.

"How did you know?" S.Coups asked shocked, "Wow, you guys really do your homework." Zaneri added on which got a few laughs from PD Nah and the writers.

"Of course, we researched it. We didn't want to meet you unprepared." He replied, Zaneri nodded in understanding, taking a sip of her latte. Now she's really interested to see what he's going to ask her and the rest of the members.

"Why do you do that?" He asked after a moment, "What do you want to know?" As the questions were getting asked, the shy smile on S.Coups' face grew as if he couldn't believe they found out about what he does. "Why do you look up your own name? Can you tell me?"

"Oh," S.Coups began, "Because I'm curious if there are any articles about me." He said after a moment, and the members let out understanding noises, "And, if I type my name, I get articles on SEVENTEEN too."

"I have a question." PD Nah followed up, his gaze curious. "If you're curious about Seventeen, then you should look up Seventeen."

Everyone laughed, and Zaneri could already guess the answer that S.Coups was going to give. "I move to Seventeen after me. I love myself first and love Seventeen."

"Ah, you love yourself first and the team." PD Nah echoed with disbelief laced in his tone. "Yes," S.Coups replied proudly, and a few members laughed at his comment.

"Among us, he's the first one to know how the fans feel or how the situation is going," Seungkwan added lightly, and all the members nodded in acknowledgment.

"He gets information the fastest." Dokyeom slipped in, "Because he looks it up?" PD Nah questioned.

"Yes," A few members replied, "He can really find out what we're doing just by searching us up," Zaneri added, pointing at S.Coups.

"The social media team in Seventeen." Vernon joked, "He's faster than HYBE social media team." Seungkwan joined.

"He's really fast," Mingyu stated.

"Okay. S.Coups, when I ask others questions, if there's anything you know, please share your information with me." PD Nah smoothly interrupted and nodded at S.Coups.

"Okay, I'll add to it right away."

"Was there anything you found in your recent search?" PD Nah wondered, and everyone turned to S.Coups, curious as to if he had found something and what that might have been.

(curious meerkats)

"When I looked up my name, I only saw articles on Seventeen's pre-order sales and the album sales." S.Coups responded.

(They recorded the highest early sales)

All the members exclaimed expectantly, "How is it compared to previous albums?" PD Nah questioned curiously.

S.Coups looked up thoughtfully for a moment before adorning a shy but pleased smile, "We're successful."

All the members cheered at the great news regarding their pre-album sales. "That's good to hear." PD Nah replied with a smile of his own.

"The next question is for Jeonghan." PD Nah progressed smoothly, truly a seasoned variety host.

(#2. JEONGHAN)

"I'm getting nervous." Jeonghan turned to Zaneri, a nervous laugh leaving his lips. Zaneri brushed her fingers against his gently, "You'll be fine. Besides, it's not a serious interview, just have fun."

He gave her a grateful smile and turned to PD Nah as he was getting into the first question, "You sang 'Super' only briefly. You didn't sing the whole song."

"Yes," Jeonghan verified, sitting up.

"You sang the highlight. I noticed Jeonghan was out of breath afterwards." PD Nah pointed out and some of the members including Jeonghan himself started laughing.

"I thought your nickname was human battery." PD Nah began, "Let me ask you, from 1 - 100, where are you at now?" He finished.

"Right now," Jeonghan thought for a moment, "Maybe 8?" he replied and everyone stared at him in shock.

"Hannie, 8? as in 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8?" She furrowed her eyebrows, counting on her fingers, baffled yet uneasy. "Would you like more of my latte?"

(Concerned)

"8? You've used up 92?" PD Nah was clearly shocked as his jaw literally fell when he heard Jeonghan's answer. The question from earlier seemed to finally click as a look of understanding could be seen on Jeonghan's face.

"Oh, up to 100. I thought you said 10." He explained amidst everyone's shock and laughter. "About 80%."

"That's pretty high." Dokyeom acknowledged, and everyone nodded their heads in agreement. "It's too early to shoot." He continued his explanation.

"I agree," Zaneri whispered with a sigh.

(The battery dies fast in the morning)

"Did you lose 20% just by going to the hair salon?" PD Nah questioned lightheartedly.

"I did. So I divide it." Jeonghan verified, "Little by little." He said whilst he pushed some of his hair behind his ears.

"You have to save it for later." PD Nah replied, understanding.

"Yes," Jeonghan said, seemingly happy that PD Nah understands.

(He's always on power saving mode)

PD Nah reached behind him and held up a Ziploc bag with sweets and another bag of sweets, stretching them out for Jeonghan to receive. Jeonghan walked over to him and gratefully took both unexpected gifts.

"Thank you."

(A passerby CARAT got them snacks)

After hearing that comment, some of the members looked at PD Nah surprised.

"Really?" Joshua exclaimed surprised but a hint of excitement could be heard.

"Aww, that's so sweet." Zaneri cooed, her gaze softening as she stared at the gifts Jeonghan received.

"That's from Carat?" Seungkwan asked, surprised.

(The mafia Carat)

"There are Carats everywhere." PD Nah responded, "Maybe there's one in here."

"Thank you." Jeonghan smiled warmly.

(Carats, raise your heads and check your faces)

"Oh, I also heard this." PD Nah followed up, his gaze held interest as he looked at Jeonghan.

"You have two questions?" Jeonghan quipped, moving in his chair slightly. A few members laughed at his playful question.

"You're Seventeen's mother." PD Nah started again, "You're Seventeen's counselor. That's what the rumor says."

The members let out sounds of agreement as Jeonghan really does play a big part in keeping Seventeen together and making sure everyone's mentally and physically well.

"I don't do much in the team," Jeonghan responded humbly, but was quickly met with the members' strong disagreements.

"Do you hear yourself?" Zaneri asked him incredulously, "You do way more than you give yourself credit for, don't downplay yourself." She scolded him gently. The members nodded in agreement.

(No one would take that)

"So I decided to listen to them at least. I thought I should listen to what they have to say." Jeonghan clarified, "So I listened to them and became their counselor."

"Who's your golden child lately?" PD Nah asked curiously, using the yellow finger on top of the stick to motion between the members. Everyone looked at him, anticipating what his reply would be.

"Lately, Dino is..."

(The golden child)

"He drinks every day." Jeonghan said, and Dino quickly disagreed, his tone strong, "They keep saying that, but it's not true." Zaneri clicked her tongue, tilting her head shortly, obviously not believing him.

"Zan-ah, are you trying to completely ruin my image?" Dino asked earnestly, the whole room now filled with laughter. She stretched across Mingyu and playfully apologized to Dino who was beside him.

(The golden child is getting worked up)

"He seemed upset lately." Jeonghan stated.

"Aren't you the youngest?" PD Nah questioned, turning to Dino.

"Yes," He verified.

"Did something upset you?" PD Nah asked curiously, and Zaneri sighed, because she knew exactly where the conversation was heading.

Dino didn't miss a beat as he immediately spoke his mind, "Actually, lately, I had a fight with Seungkwan." He motioned to Seungkwan, who had an incredulous look on his face. The mention of the fight between them had all of the members laughing

(Attack)

"They had a fight." S.Coups interjected with a grin of his own, most likely excited to hear the retelling of the petty fight between Dino and Seungkwan.

"We had a fight, and we kept talking to Jeonghan about it." Seungkwan responded. Jeonghan, who was listening closely, opened the bag of sweets and rolled up his sleeve, ready to add his comment.

"Are you getting tired already?" PD Nah looked at him, bewildered, his shocked tone making some of the members laugh.

"No, no," Jeonghan assured, "I need to recharge twenty percent." He chucked, tossing one of them into his mouth. "My heart is beating so fast."

(When the interview is delayed, Jeonghan's HP drops by 5)

PD Nah's attention shifted back to Dino, "Why did you fight?"

"Because he didn't get me anything for my birthday." Everyone started laughing at the petty reason for their fight. Zaneri knew it was petty, but honestly, she'd probably be upset too; it doesn't have to be anything expensive. It's the thought that counts, right?

"That was the main reason?" Dokyeom asked, puzzled, and the members who knew confirmed that it was in fact the main reason for their fight.

"Really?" Vernon questioned, shocked.

(Everyone knows they had a fight)

"On the show, I said he should look forward to my gift for his birthday, but I hadn't bought it yet." Seungkwan uttered softly, providing further explanation.

"But he said he bought it already, and I should wait for it." Dino butted in. "If he didn't say it, I wouldn't have looked forward to it." Zaneri nodded in understanding, "I didn't say anything, but every time he was on the show, he kept saying he'll get me a gift."

"But on my birthday, he didn't say anything. I wondered if he was using me for the show." Dino finished, his voice low and accusing. All the members around let out sounds of understanding with a hint of sarcasm. Finally getting the full picture.

(Tragic end)

"No wonder he was upset." Dokyeom acknowledged with sarcastic pity.

"He only talked about it on shows?" Hoshi asked, more to add fuel to the fire than to sympathize.

"The reason I drank was you!" Dino pointed at Seungkwan, his voice rising a bit with a playfully accusatory tone.

(You made me drink) (Dino's tear button)

Zaneri turned to look at Seungkwan, placing a hand on his knee. He kept silent licking his lips like he had something to say but before he could say anything Jeonghan spoke up.

"Seungkwan came to me drunk. He said Dino was disappointed big time. He was preparing something nice." He said, smoothing things out, "They worked it out."

"He got me a real nice gift," Dino revealed.

"It worked out because Jeonghan listened to us." Seungkwan pointed out, praising Jeonghan's mediator skills.

"So did you get it?" Mingyu asked turning to Dino.

"I did. It was a very nice one." Dino nodded happily.

"I wonder what it is." PD Nah questioned, eager to know the gift that Seungkwan bought Dino.

"He got me a jacket. It's a jean jacket." He replied, feeding everyone's curiosity, "He said he bought the style I liked 10 years ago."

"But I don't like it anymore." He said seriously and everyone began laughing at his final comment.

"It was still five times more expensive than the gift you got me." Seungkwan began. Again.

(2nd battle begins)

"The price doesn't matter," Dino replied with a grin, his body fully turned in Seungkwan's direction.

"I went to Galleria for that." Seungkwan argued.

Zaneri sighed, drinking her latte as she listened to the two do their daily back-and-forth banter. Jeonghan took a sweet from the bag, offering it to her. She took it with a warm smile and thanked him.

"Let's stop here," Dino said, interrupting whatever Seungkwan was going to bring up next.

"You never stop fucking complaining," Seungkwan uttered with a mocking smile. Everyone laughed at the unexpected comment, which would no doubt get blocked out in the released version.

(Mic drop) (Used to it)

"After the shoot today, there'll be a line in front of your room, Jeonghan." PD Nah joked, turning to Jeonghan, who smiled and nodded his head, "They're welcome anytime."

"Okay. Good luck with that." PD Nah smiled.

"This is funny." Mingyu turned to Zaneri, grinning. "I can't wait for everyone else." She responded with a grin of her own.

PD Nah's gaze fell to the paper he held before looking at Joshua, "Joshua. I have a question for you."

(#3. JOSHUA)

"When we met last time, I thought you were an upright guy." PD Nah began, "You're calm, nice and you're good-looking."

"He was faking it." Jeonghan, S.Coups, and Zaneri interrupted, all three smiling, knowing the true nature of the gentleman of their group.

"That's the impression I got that day." PD Nah continued, "I thought you were a polite and nice guy."

"You're right about that." Joshua shamelessly said, leaning forward with full confidence. Everyone started laughing at his comment as PD Nah stared at him, shocked.

(Blinking)

"You saw through me," Joshua added pointing to himself.

"He never says no." Dokyeom chimed in, resting a hand on Joshua's shoulder from behind.

"You really have no shame," Zaneri uttered, her eyes widening slightly in mock disbelief as she looked in Joshua's direction. Everyone began laughing again at Zaneri's comment, as she sat there now staring ahead, still baffled.

(Baffled at his shamelessness)

"That's how I saw you. But according to my informants, apparently that's never who you are." PD Nah stated, and Joshua laughed at the comment.

"You're not just slightly mad, but completely mad." Zaneri nodded her head earnestly, sharing the same sentiment about Joshua.

"It was evident in the opening." Woozi pointed out.

"You were walking around with your legs spread." Mingyu added to Woozi's comment.

Joshua wore a soft expression as he sighed for a moment before speaking, "I kind of want to be funny."

"More than before." Dokyeom added.

"I was rather discouraged in the past. But now they support me. That makes me want to do something." Joshua explained, "I think that's how I got those rumors."

A quiet snort left her lips after hearing Joshua's explanation, but his saying that the crazy side people talk about is just a rumor is what really got her.

"I think that's a general problem in Seventeen." PD Nah pointed out and some of the members started laughing. "Why be funny?"

(Is that really necessary?)

"I've never seen a group want to be funny this bad." He continued, and everyone started laughing. Seungkwan and Zaneri suddenly interrupted, ready to object.

(Objection)

"You should think before you speak. You created the opening song for us." Seungkwan started first, "We couldn't just walk in."

"Exactly!" Joshua and Zaneri agreed.

"How could we ignore it when you gave us so much pressure?"

"We felt like we had to do something," Dokyeom added.

"'Show what you've got.' " Dino said.

"Not to mention the HYBE special," Zaneri turned to PD Nah making eye contact, "Even as just an audience member, it was giving very much," Zaneri paused for a moment, standing up,--Jeonghan holding the blanket for her--she pretended to hold a mic with a sickly sweet smile on her face.

" 'Don't feel pressured, but just know that you have to be funny or else, this whole thing is going to be boring and no one is going to watch. But of course, don't feel pressured and have fun!' " Zaneri finished, and the room was filled with laughter and cheers as the members and crew agreed with her comment.

"Right!" Some of them echoed with laughter, still flooding the room. Zaneri sat down, and Jeonghan placed the blanket back onto her lap, fixing it, a grin on his face still present from Zaneri's impersonation.

(We just wanted Seventeen to be free)

"Exactly! I couldn't be like," Seungkwan said, pausing before getting up and doing an awkward greeting. "Hello"

(For example)

"We had to do this," Seungkwan added, doing Joshua's exaggerated 'AJU NICE' intro dance. "I'm saying we'll continue doing our best," he finished, going back to his seat with a reassuring voice.

PD Nah and the others sat there smiling brightly, listening to the members explain why they need to be funny. "A lot of Carats love you for that reason."

(Back to Joshua)

"The man who doesn't match his kind face." The members stared ahead as they looked at pictures of Joshua's unique habit, which involves drenching himself in water.

(It's hard to believe, but it wasn't a penalty)

(It wasn't even a challenge. He just wanted to do it)

"I like water," Joshua commented with a gentle voice.

"You can't wait to go into water," Dino added, amused, as he listened to Joshua explain his unique habit.

"Right." Joshua agreed with a smile.

"There's water right here." Dino pointed out and Joshua looked down to see his water bottle beside the leg of his chair.

"Shall we start fresh?" Mingyu teased, and Zaneri scooted closer to Jeonghan to hopefully avoid getting splashed if Joshua truly decided to go through with Mingyu's suggestion. She wouldn't put it past him if she's being honest.

"It's too early. I'll show you later." He responded, and Zaneri let out a relieved sigh, thankful he didn't decide to drench himself in water yet again.

(He never said he won't do it)

"I noticed when you opened it, people around you were like," PD Nah paused, demonstrating some of the members bracing themselves and moving away.

(Social distancing)

"Even Zaneri, who's at the corner, inched further away." One of the female writers pointed out with a laugh.

Zaneri nodded with a now relaxed posture, "Shua is unpredictable. You have to be careful around him."

A few members began laughing and letting out sounds of agreement.

"He looked like he was going to do it for real." Hoshi said, still laughing.

Joshua suddenly held up the bottle and tilted it a bit, "I'm ready to pour it on me." He jokingly said.

"No, no, not right now." Jun said hurriedly.

(Someone has to stop him)

(Hair team is on standby with a dryer)

"Zaneri's right. He's dangerous, he might really do it." Woozi commented, fixing his white shirt. Joshua corked the water after taking a sip, giving a smile to the camera.

(Let's hope he keeps this look until the end)

"Next is Jun," PD Nah moved on. "I'm here," Jun replied, sitting forward, ready for his questions.

(#4. JUN)

"I'm here." Vernon mimicked behind him, finding Jun's reply funny.

"We've met before." PD Nah stated.

(He was on HYBE special)

"You played the game quietly last time." He continued, "After that, the comments said, 'That's not how he is.' 'There's been a misunderstanding. He's noisy.' " He repeated the comments, reading off the script.

"Some said that. Is that true?" PD Nah asked curiously, Jun seemed to collect his thoughts for a moment before speaking, "There were a lot of people I've never met before."

Zaneri hummed in understanding. Jun isn't the type to act all crazy and outgoing when he's around unfamiliar people compared to how he is with them.

"It wasn't just us. There were other singers from my agency. So I stayed calm." He explained why he seemed so different on the special compared to how his fans see him normally.

"He wanted to look cool." Joshua chimed in, jokingly. "Since he's a senior, he wanted to look cool.

(The world outside of the self-produced content is dangerous)

"Everyone there was young, so I pretended to be a big brother," Jun revealed part of his reasoning for sort of dulling his eccentric personality.

(He is a big brother)

(He sat there like a big brother)

"You should've seen him that day." Seungkwan commented, his voice light and everyone looked towards him curiously, "Do you know how condescending he was?"

(Getting interesting)

Everyone stared at him, interested in where he was heading with this. He then demonstrated how the others normally greeted people and then said, "Because of a few people who pretended to be cool..."

He trailed off and did a mock serious greeting, imitating Jun, and everyone began laughing, "That's totally something Jun would do." Zaneri laughed, replaying Seungkwan's imitation in her head.

"Who did that?" A few members teased, already knowing the prime suspect.

"We needed at least one sane person," Jun argued, trying to defend his out-of-character behavior. "The whole team isn't normal!"

(Extraordinary summit)

That comment really had laughs rippling through not just the members but the game caterers crew as well.

"We need at least one normal person," Jun argued again.

Seungkwan looked around confused before staring at Jun, "Why are you getting mad at me?"

(Not normal pt. 1)

"Why are we not normal?" Dokyeom asked in one of his exaggerated voices, "Why are you saying we're not normal?" S.Coups added on laughing, clearly finding this conversation funny.

The room was getting increasingly more chaotic as more people started talking and never ending laughter only getting louder.

"What makes us not normal?" Joshua spoke up, directing his question to the accuser, Jun.

"Watch it again," Jun replied, his own laugh bubbly.

(Who's not normal?)

(Watch Going Seventeen for the answer)

The laughter quieted down momentarily.

(Anyway, Jun is quiet depending on the situation)

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worflesbian · 30 days ago

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ik everyone's already torn the discovery klingon redesign to shreds and back a thousand times and there's a high chance somebody's made this exact post before, but seeing the costumes on mannequins really hammers in how Weird they are in terms of design choices.

like the details are all so intricate and gorgeous, but the shapes are SO bulky and awkward. the wide shoulders, exaggerated neck/collar, and flaring out around the thighs puts me in mind of elizabethan english menswear; while the layered effect in the skirts/sleeves (and tabis?? the boots??) is reminiscent of japanese samurai armour.

both of which makes sense! because the heightened language and drama of shakespeare had a big influence on both the writing and visual design of the klingons after tos, and the principles of honour and warrior culture of the samurai also played a big part albeit filtered through the perceptions of the american writers room. these are both well established klingon influences, so i would get where they're coming from, if it weren't for the fact it's such an utter visual departure from anything the klingons have worn before.

the standard klingon armour went through minor changes from the tos movies to the end of voyager, but you can see the basic design stays the same: the shoudlers are wide, but not high, and most of the bulk is in the arms. the tunic part below the belt isn't nearly as exaggerated as it is in discovery, and there's plenty of room for leg movement, in fact the tight trousers have subtle vertical seams that emphasise length over width.

the same principles can be seen in the more ceremonial klingon costumes - the main bulk is still in the arms, and long, vertical lines create a sense of height. which makes sense when you consider the costumes in action, because the massive wigs provide so much bulk and drama, so the costumes don't have to.

here's a klingon costume from next gen, one from ds9, and one from voyager to illustrate how unified these principles were: when the legs are obscured, long vertical lines are created by draped, floor length skirts or overcoats, the bulk is typically in the arms and the torso is broken up by sleeves of a different colour or fabric (the centre costume was worn over another garment), narrowing the chest and emphasising the arms.

although the disco costumes are more ceremonial, they're closer to the classic uniform design so i tried to compare the two compositionally and i--

its a MESS the samurai-style armour plating creates so many horizontal lines that everything looks short broad and stubby, there's no elegance or movement but rather than seeming solid and imposing it just looks bulky and awkward. they also completely ignore the juxtaposition of textures in the old klingon costumes, which combined shiny leather and metal with darker furs and velvets and matte fabrics, so the disco klingon costumes just look unilaterally shiny which adds to the visual confusion. i will say i do kind of fuck with the armoured beetle vibe, it even works with the version of klingon evolution we were shown in next gen, but it's just poorly executed on a visual level.

anyway i dont think ive even said anything new here, it's just crazy the level of budget ambition and talent that went into the redesign with Such a poor payoff

#ghitlhpu'wij #tlhIngan

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blackenedsnow · 10 months ago

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I have never requested before I hope I'm doing this right. You can feel free to ignore this.

But can I have Billy and stu (separate or together is your choice), Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Micheal Myers (original or Rz are your choice), Jason Voorhees, Norman Bates, and Billy Lenz. You don't have to do all. I don't really care who or how much you do. But them with a reader who takes care of their younger sibling. Kinds like the oldest sibling being a parent of their younger sibling

You can choose the age and gender but I would prefer a male and 4 year old kid but it doesn't matter. I just haven't really seen much of this and would really like more. I love your writing btw. Again you don't really have to do this and I feel like this request is long but just wanted to write it

slashers with a reader who takes care of their younger sibling ; headcanons

WARNING: None

PAIRING: Billy Loomis x Reader, Stu Macher x Reader, Bubba Sawyer x Reader, Thomas Hewitt x Reader, Michael Myers x Reader, Jason Voorhees x Reader, Norman Bates x Reader, Billy Lenz x Reader

NOTE: I’m so glad you love my writing! Your request is perfect, and I really enjoyed putting this together for you. Hope you enjoy!

BILLY LOOMIS

At first, Billy's not sure what to think.

Kids are loud and messy, not really his thing, but he’s intrigued by how seriously you take your role as a caretaker.

He gets protective over both you and your little sibling in his own way.

He doesn’t interact with the child much but will keep an eye on them, especially if things seem off.

Billy admires your strength and responsibility

He didn’t grow up in the best family environment, so seeing you take on that parental role makes him respect you even more.

If you ever need help with your sibling, he’s reluctant but won’t say no.

He’ll watch over your little sibling in his way—just don’t expect him to read bedtime stories.

STU MACHER

Stu doesn't really care for kids, but your little sibling is an exception.

He’s the chaotic big brother type, always joking around, making silly faces, and playing rough

...in a way your sibling enjoys.

He’s surprisingly great at distracting your sibling when you need a break, even if it involves a bit too much sugar or wild games.

Stu admires how you handle your responsibilities, but he’s also the type to encourage you to let loose and have fun with your little sibling.

He'll say something like

"Being a big sibling can be fun too, y'know!"

Sometimes, he’ll get your sibling involved in harmless pranks—nothing too serious, just enough to make you roll your eyes at the bullshit.

BUBBA SAWYER

Bubba has a natural, gentle side that shows around your little sibling.

He’s great with kids because of his own childlike nature and will immediately want to help you out with your sibling.

He’s protective but in a soft, nurturing way.

He’ll help with basic care—making sure your sibling eats, plays safely, and feels comfortable.

Watching you care for your sibling touches something deep in Bubba.

Family is everything to him, and seeing you take on that role makes him feel connected to you on a more emotional level.

Your little sibling will probably love Bubba’s playful, kind-hearted nature, and they’d get along well

Almost like having a second big sibling!

THOMAS HEWITT

Thomas is awkward around your little sibling at first.

He’s not used to kids, and his intimidating presence might scare the child a bit.

Once you show him how to be gentle, though, Thomas is (not surprisingly) good at it.

He’s careful and protective, and though he’s not talkative, his actions speak volumes.

He respects your role as the older sibling and quietly supports you in whatever way he can.

He’ll help carry your sibling, fix things for them, and even craft toys if necessary.

Thomas feels a sense of admiration for how you juggle being a caregiver.

It reminds him of the family dynamic he grew up in, where responsibility was a big part of survival.

MICHAEL MYERS

Michael is eerily silent around your little sibling, but he watches the way you care for them with curiosity.

He doesn’t fully understand the concept of caring for someone, but he’s fascinated by your commitment.

He won’t actively interact with your sibling, and in some strange way, he becomes protective of both you and the child

Like he’s observing a small piece of humanity that he’s long forgotten.

Michael doesn’t interact much with your sibling, but if anyone or anything threatens them, Michael steps in without hesitation.

He’s drawn to your strength as an older sibling.

It doesn’t make him soft, but it earns you a twisted sense of respect in his mind.

JASON VOORHEES

Jason has a soft spot for children due to his own troubled childhood.

When he sees how much you care for your little sibling, it stirs something in him.

He’s fiercely protective, acting as a silent guardian over both you and your sibling.

He doesn’t speak, but his presence is always there, watching to make sure nothing bad happens.

Your little sibling isn’t scared of Jason for long.

Once they see how Jason watches over you, they warm up to him.

Jason might even offer small gestures of kindness, like finding things in the woods for your sibling to play with.

Jason admires your strength and responsibility, seeing you as a protector like himself.

It forms a quiet bond between the three of you.

NORMAN BATES

Norman is gentle and polite around your little sibling, offering to help with anything that might make things easier for you.

He’s fascinated by the idea of family dynamics and your role as both sibling and parental figure.

It reminds him of his relationship with his own mother, in a twisted way.

Norman tries to make things comfortable for your sibling, offering snacks or games to keep them occupied.

He’s surprisingly good at calming your sibling down during tantrums.

However, there’s always a sense of unease around Norman.

His overprotectiveness can feel stifling at times, especially when he becomes too involved in your sibling’s care, as though he sees you as part of his own family.

BILLY LENZ

Billy is unpredictable, and your little sibling might be a bit nervous around him at first.

Billy has strange behavior, but he never intentionally tries to scare your sibling.

He doesn’t understand kids well, but once he realizes how important your sibling is to you, Billy makes an effort to be less creepy around then.

There’s a strange protectiveness that comes over Billy when he sees you caring for your sibling.

It’s almost like he’s trying to impress you by not being chaotic around the child.

He’ll watch your little sibling from a distance, occasionally making weird, quiet noises, but he’ll stay back unless you need help.

If anyone threatens you or your sibling, though, Billy’s unpredictable nature can quickly become dangerous.

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iboozi · 29 days ago

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Songs of Us | Don't Judge Me | jjk

ᡣ𐭩 pairing: bf! jeongguk / gf! reader (established relationship)

ᡣ𐭩 summary: How can you let someone in, if you're too afraid of being judged?

ᡣ𐭩 warnings: angst? oral sex (f.receiving)

ᡣ𐭩 w/c: 5.6k

A/N: Sorry for dipping again... but I got really sick for a bit and couldn't really write. But here this is! As requested by anon. I know this isn't as long as my previous one but I hope you still enjoy it nonetheless!! I really tried to tap into the characters emotions, but alas I have not experienced this so I'm not an expert... (kinda sad lol). I tried to follow the vibe of the song (Don't judge me - Chris Brown) without directly referring to it and I hope it translated well! Also I had the random thought that Jeongguk is so Percy Jackson coded. Idk. Kinda?What do you think?

p.s I do not condone the actions of Chris Brown and will never support any acts that he has committed.

-Zoobi out 🪩

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Don’t judge me

They say you just know when you’ve found your other half. There’s a click that just snaps you into place and before you know it, years have passed and you’re looking back at when it all started.

You've been with Jeongguk for almost a year now. Nearly three hundred and sixty-five days. Eight thousand seven hundred and sixty hours. You find a sense of comfort in him that you once deprived yourself of for so long—something that used to seem like a laughable dream. The love he gives is patient, his touch, so gentle. He’s aware of the scars you carry beneath the dimpled smiles you give the world. But never has he once pushed you to force out the words, force out the pain that lingers in the back of your mind. It seems too good to be true, a dream curled up in the bittersweet shadow of a nightmare, aching to be thrown into the light.

You thought you knew him. You thought he knew you. But despite the countless nights you’d lay under the sheets together, whispering words of comfort—it still wasn’t enough to know him like you thought you did.

It’s a simple mistake, honestly.

Taehyung hadn’t meant to, but everyone knew — even Jeongguk’s mum— that when he had even the smallest sip of alcohol, any secrets you once surrendered to him would be released into the open.

“It’s just so crazy that you almost married Hana, man. Life’s kinda weird.”

The table falls into a short silence, interrupted by Jeongguk’s awkward cough and a sharp glare into the side of Taehyung’s head. The perpetrator doesn’t notice and continues rambling about relationships that he once had, sobbing at a particular heartfelt memory that everyone seemingly ignores, choosing to stare into their drinks instead.

You glance up from the table, gaze briefly meeting Jeongguk’s. His smile is tight—too tight to be comfortable— but it’s enough to cover the nervousness in his eyes. You’re not sure what it is—perhaps the way the conversation shifts so suddenly, or the way Taehyung’s voice just fades into a buzz, like whatever he’s saying is insignificant. You’re not sure you want to hear anything else come out of his mouth today anyway.

The air in the room seems to thicken as the dinner progresses. A thread of tension creeps down from the ceiling, dangling so tauntingly in front of you, waiting for you to take the bait. Waiting for you, or someone else to burst.

You know better than to ask. It’s not the time. Not the place. But the words are hanging so precariously from your tongue that all you can do is drink your cocktail in silence and hope your mouth doesn’t betray you and say something you’ll regret.

The feel of Jeongguk’s stare is heavy on you. He knows you’re aching to ask him. But he’s not ready. He doesn’t want to revisit those memories, not when he has you. Not when he’s been free of the ache that plagued him for years and has been on a steady incline of tranquility with you. Instead he claps a firm hand on Taehyung’s shoulder and laughs that he should stop drinking.

Taehyung doesn’t listen. Just huffs at Jeongguk and lifts his glass up to his mouth, sipping slowly and staring at Jeongguk over the rim. Jeongguk sighs at Taehyung's refusal and presses his tongue into his cheek before looking away, eyebrows furrowed in displeasure. He nibbles on the ring adorning his lip, a trait you once admired him do—but after Taehyung’s words, your mind is too busy racing with doubts and uncertainties.

Everyone continues to offer you remorseful glances throughout the night, but you can’t get yourself to respond to them, to look into their eyes and show the wavering in your smile. Even your boyfriend attempts to subtly catch your eye, but you ignore it, and instead focus on not tearing up at the dinner table. It’d be too embarrassing to get hot-headed at the words of a drunk friend.

But drunk words are sober thoughts, right?

Later, when you’re back from your night out, sitting on yours and Jeongguk’s sofa, you desperately try to ignore the gnawing feeling that’s decided to settle into your chest. You ignore how Taehyung’s little quip has grown roots and the only way you can get rid of them is if someone forcefully rips it out of you.

Jeongguk lingers by the window, back facing you as he stares out at the lights illuminating the city. He’s silent. Too still, and too quiet.

You feel the screws on the bridge connecting you to him loosen—the distance is small, but it could get worse if you don’t say something.

“Jeongguk?” you call softly, voice quavering more than you’d like it to.

He turns hesitantly, gaze finding yours. Time stretches and falters as you both simply look at eachother, the weight of unsaid words settling over you like a winter coat — but it’s unwelcoming, cold seeping through despite the thick layers you’ve both put on.

You wonder if he can see the unshed tears in your eyes. Maybe he’ll mistake it as a trick of the light. You’ve used that excuse on him countless times, and even though he sighs when you say it, he’ll let you cry into his arms nonetheless. It’s another thing you admire about him. He never pushes. Never makes you say things you don’t want to.

But tonight, any traces of that are gone. He’s not saying anything, and the wait is killing you.

“You’ve never mentioned Hana before,” you finally say, the question coming out like a whisper. It travels to him, a breeze filtering through the grates of a bridge. You’re not sure if it meets him, or diffuses out of the window he’s left open.

You watch his throat tighten, eyes flicking away before he’s even noticed that he’s doing so.

“It’s… she’s not important anymore, baby.”

Your heart jumps at his words, but you frown at the sensation. You’re not sure why he said it so quickly—so dismissively, but whatever it is, you don’t believe him.

“But it is,” you counter. You don’t mean for it to come out so sharp, but the words spill out like glass, shards scraping at your lips, leaving you with a grainy feeling on your tongue. “I thought we told each other everything. I thought we knew each other.”

Jeongguk’s face falls, a tenderness entering his gaze, and for a slight moment, he looks regretful— at you or because you found out?

“It wasn’t like that. I didn’t mean to hide anything from you. I just… didn’t think it was something you wanted to know about.”

“But it’s a part of you,” you whisper, standing up to reach for him. You falter as he takes a small step back. “...Jeongguk?”

There’s hesitation in his eyes, like he’s trying to choose his words carefully. He wants to say something, you can see it, but it’s almost like his memories are holding him back.

You breathe shakily—Jeongguk just rejected me— and collect your thoughts. “I-If we’re going to make a future, I need to understand your past. Do you think you could let me in?”

His eyes close slowly, lashes kissing the rounds of his cheeks as he exhales heavily through his nose. His arms slump to his sides, fingers twitching with tension that he hasn’t figured out how to release yet.

“Not… not today,” he murmurs. He turns away from you, lost in his head, lost in the lights of the city outside the window.

You nod, swallowing the tight knot forming in your throat. The words sting and you can’t keep the words from festering in your chest. It’s the first time Jeongguk hasn’t jumped in to talk with you.

It’s new with him, but it’s something you’re all too familiar with from before.

The silence between you elongates and curls around you, thick and suffocating. Your thoughts race, chasing after something, anything that could justify Jeongguk’s cold shoulder.

And yet, it feels like you’re grabbing onto a dream, one that's sliding out of your hands too fast. The screws have loosened once more, and they threaten to fall out of position, bringing warning to a crumbling bridge.

This can’t be fixed. Not tonight. Not at this moment.

Not when Jeongguk has given you a faint goodnight and retires to his bed without giving you a kiss. A kiss that’s an established routine, marking the end of the night, welcoming a new day with open arms. Even though it’s one night, one hair out of place… it feels monumental.

You’re not used to this version of Jeongguk. Someone who’s distant. Guarded. He’s always been your steady, your source of warmth, but now it feels like he’s nudged you out the door with nothing on your back.

You sit back down on the sofa and let your head drop against a cushion, ceiling swimming above in soft waves. The pit in your chest grows heavier, and you bring your knees up to your chest, arms wrapping around yourself the way his should have.

You fight the urge to follow him. To push the door leading to your shared room open. To force him to talk.

But there’s a part of you—shaped by your past— that tells you to stay put. Sit still and not be a burden. To stop being too much.

You end up lying on the couch all night, tear tracks drying on your cheeks from the wind of the open window, body curled in fetal position in quiet surrender.

You jolt awake to the sound of gentle shuffling. There’s a blue blanket—Jeongguk’s blanket— draped over your shoulders, the soft smell of clean sheets invading your nose. The kitchen light is on, a dim golden hue casting across the apartment.

Your heart pounds in your chest.

Jeongguk.

You sit up, back aching from the awkward sleeping position and rush over to where he is.

He’s moving around in the kitchen like nothing happened. You falter at his movements, and wonder if the conversation —if it could even be called that— from last night was real or just a figment of your imagination. A nightmare not plausible because the idea is so far-fetched.

But you know it was real. It’s real in the way Jeongguk’s smile is tight—barely there— and the way he offers a quiet ‘Good morning’. Nothing like the big hugs he’d give you, or the way he’d attack your faces with kisses, the faint smell of his coffee lingering on your (his) t-shirts.

Your face crumbles at his actions. You hate this. You hate how the silence is threatening. Hate how you can smell Jeongguk’s coffee but not on you. The smell lingers around him, and only him. A little bubble that you can’t break into, the walls an indestructible fortress that will only hurt you if you push.

The silence of the morning continues. You slam your mug into the sink with a little more gusto—but Jeongguk doesn’t bat an eye. You drop a spoon, the clink reverberating through the room—yet again, Jeongguk is too occupied with his phone, lazily scrolling through the morning news.

“Do you still think about her?”. Your tone comes off more aggressive than you’d hoped. But this isn’t the time for pleasantries and gentle words. You want answers, and this is the only way Jeongguk may let up.

Jeongguk freezes mid scroll. His thumb hovers about the screen, but you can see the slight shake of it. You’ve caught him off guard, and the slight bob of his Adam's apple confirms the idea.

He doesn’t answer straight away. Just blinks once. Twice. Looks at you before placing his phone down on the counter, the soft thud eliciting a wince from you.

“I already told you. She’s not important anymore.”

He’s calm. Too calm. This persona of his feels rehearsed. Like he’s been waiting for this question, waiting for the quiet to erupt. Maybe you didn’t catch him off guard. It seems the flames of this argument have only burnt you, whilst he stands in the corner, a fireproof

blanket secured around him.

You sigh and cross your arms, watching him carefully. “That doesn’t answer my question.”

“Do you still think about her?”

His jaw tightens. The slight movement is all the confirmation you need. It stings, but you push more.

“I don’t want to talk about this now.”

“Why not?” You’re inching closer to him, chest tight, voice rising. “Because I asked something you can’t answer? Because I’m confronting you with someone you never told me? Or maybe, she’s still in your life and you’ve been playing me a fool all along?”

His head snaps up at your last question.

“Don’t ever say that. It’s only been you, and it will only be you.”

You scoff at him, running a hand through your hair.

“Well it sure as hell doesn’t feel like it.”

Jeongguk stands, breakfast long forgotten and his reticence filling the void of unsaid words.. Before you can say anything, he stalks back to the room and shuts the door with a resounding click.

You watch him leave. Watch him run away from the conversation for the second time. The screws of the bridge are dropping one by one and you just know that it’s a matter of time before you’re both submerged in water, severed from each other.

But you can’t fall. Not yet.

Sagging against the fridge, you bring your palms up to your eyes. Push against your face to relieve the pressure of the fight, but it does little to soothe the throbbing.

You need clarity. Closure. Something that Jeonggukk didn’t give you last night and certainly didn't give you just now.

So you call Taehyung.

He agrees to meet at a little café that you frequent with Jeongguk, but his voice carries hesitation—like he already knows this isn’t just about coffee.

“I shouldn’t have said that,” Taehyung murmurs, eyes flickering around before finding yours. “I messed up.”

You sit opposite him, hands tightly gripping your coffee. You can feel the condensation dripping down your fingers, but can’t find it in yourself to rid yourself of the feeling.

You sigh. “I just… I want to understand. Who was Hana? What did she mean to him?”

But the frantic shake of his head leaves you confused.

“No.”

Your brows draw together.

“No? What do you mean, ‘no’?”

“I mean I’m not the one you should be asking. This…this is Jeongguk��s story to tell.” He leans in, tone softening. “This isn’t the way to go about it. I know—god dammit— I know you’re hurting. But so is he. Talk to him. Don’t dig around through others.”

You don’t say anything. Because you know Taehyung is right. But you can’t help the knot in your chest tighten. All you wanted, all you needed was to feel included in Jeongguk’s life. You didn’t mind being second place to someone else, but you couldn’t be a placeholder for a woman he almost married.

Still, you push back your chair and whisper a quiet thank you, before leaving.

The sun is barely setting as you slink through the front door of your apartment. The amber hues spill through the windows, illuminating the walkway and spilling long shadows across

the living room floor. You’re exhausted—not from the trek back, but the progressive overload of what you carry.

Your coat hits the couch with a dull thud and before you can slip off your shoes, the door behind you swings open and hits the wall beside it.

“You went to Taehyung?”

Jeongguk’s voice slices through the air. It’s sharp. Accusing. You flinch and spin around, caught off guard. His keys are still in his hand, fingers turning white from the grip he has on it.

He doesn’t look like himself. He looks frayed. Eyes blown wide, chest rising and falling in small bursts.

“How do you even kno—”

“He called me. Told me that you asked about Hana.”

There’s a hushed quality to his voice. Tight. Caged. He’s obviously holding back and every bit of you knows this conversation isn’t going to be quiet.

“Because you won’t tell me anything,” you snap, folding your arms tightly across your chest, shielding yourself from the possible venom of his words.

He’s not a violent man. You know this. But still, luck has never been on your side.

“What did you want me to do, Jeongguk? Pretend it wasn’t killing me? Act like her name didn’t feel like a punch in the gut?”

He scoffs. It’s bitter and humourless.

“So going behind my back was the better option?”

“No. It wasn’t. But it was the only way I could find the truth you wouldn’t give.”

The room quivers with silence. But the ringing in your ears has never been louder.

Jeongguk stares at you, and for a moment it’s almost as if he’s looking right through you.

Then—

“You wanna know the truth?” he asks, jaw tight, ears blooming red from the contained words. “Fine. She almost became my everything. We… We were together for two years. I thought I was going to marry her. I knew her family. She knew mine. Slept in my bed. Wore my clothes. She said she loved me—” his voice cracks, and he catches himself, eyes squeezing shut. “And she—one day she just left.”

You swallow thickly, heart pounding. Finally, you were moving forward in this stagnant conversation.

“Why?” you ask gently.

“Because I loved her too much,” he says, with a harsh laugh. “Because I wanted more. But she said I was suffocating her. I asked for too much, too fast. And I… I believed her. Made me think there was something wrong with me. That maybe— if I was just less, then she would’ve stayed.

His words resound against the walls. Heavy. Exposed.

“Jeongguk…” you whisper, taking a cautious step forward.

But he looks up at you, eyes red-rimmed, begging you to let him continue.

“I didn’t tell you about her. Because I wanted to bury her. Bury the parts of me that she hurt. I didn't want that shadow to linger over me. Over us.”

You feel it now — his pain. Raw and untouched. A wound that he’s picked and picked at. But never let it heal.

Reaching a tentative hand out, you clasp his jaw in your hand, thumbing away the lone tear trailing down his face.

“You think I haven’t been broken too?” your voice wavers. “Do you think I don’t know what it feels like to give every piece of me to someone? Someone who only saw me as something to own? You know how I left him, Jeongguk. I’ve told you— or at least the parts I could manage. But you don’t feel it. What it’s like to wake up and pretend your relationship is love when it feels more like a cage.”

You move closer to him, chest brushing his. You see him breathe in sharply.

“I had to make him think I cheated,” you rasp. “Not because I wanted to. But because he wouldn’t have let me go any other way. I made him believe I did something wrong, so he’d finally stop hurting me.”

You can’t stop the tears welling up in your eyes. If Jeongguk was going to be vulnerable with you, you also had to confront your past.

“I took a gamble with my life. And I’m so glad that I did. Because then, I wouldn’t have met you.”

Jeongguk’s expression crumbles at your tears. It’s too much.

“I— I didn’t know,” he murmurs, voice hoarse.

“Because I didn’t tell you,” you say, lips trembling. “Because I was so afraid you’d judge me. Because even now, even after a year, I don’t know how to stop thinking I’m too much. I’m damaged. Too fragile. So if you’re still haunted by her, I just want you to know that I’m haunted too.”

The gap between you is long gone. The screws are back in place and the bridge is sturdy once more. Now what’s left is to make your way back to him.

Jeongguk pulls you into his arms like he’s terrified that you’ll disappear. Your fingers fist the soft fabric of his hoodie as he buries his face into the crook of your neck.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, again and again, voice muffled. “I’m so fucking sorry baby.”

You cling onto him, a lifeline that you’ll never let go.

“You don’t have to protect me from your past. I just want to be a part of it. All of it. All of you. Even the parts you’re scared to show.”

He pulls back—just enough to see your face— hands cradling your cheeks. He wipes at your tears, eyes red and glassy.

“Y—You’re not too much,” he says, voice shaking. “Never have been. You’re my Ha-na.”

You blink up at him, wondering if he was even present in the conversation you just had.

“What?”

He offers you a watery smile.

“Hana means one. You’re my one. The one and only for me. I don’t want anyone but you.”

Your breath catches in your throat. This is what you’ve needed. The confirmation. The thing you’ve craved your entire life. To be number one in someone's eyes.

He kisses you then—soft at first, like a question. Then deeper. Desperate. You kiss him back with the same ferocity, pouring all the pain and love and fear into the way your mouths meet. It’s messy. Imperfect. But it’s real.

When you finally pull apart, foreheads pressed together, you whisper to him, nose nudging against each others,

“I don’t want perfect. I just want you.”

Jeongguk nods slowly, eyes still closed. “I’ve always been yours.”

Not everything was fixed. But the broken pieces are on the table now, no longer hiding in the dark. And for the first time, it feels like you’ll rebuild the bridge stronger. Together.

It’s a few weeks after the initial incident when it blows up again.

Jeongguk’s late when you hear the key turn in the door, followed by an uneven shuffle of soft footsteps stumbling through the hallway. Your heart drops a little before he even comes into view—because you know. You know the consequences that come with a night out—when there’s too much alcohol coursing through his veins, a little too much pain hiding beneath the surface.

You’re perched on the couch, blanked haphazardly tossed across your knee, laptop open but forgotten, the soft blue light illuminating the dark living room. You’ve been waiting for him to come home, and tried not to think about everything. But it’s hard, and now that you can hear him, that feeling bubbles up in your chest again.

You sit up, eyes moving to the doorway as he wobbles into view.

Jeongguk doesn’t look at you right away. HIs eyes are glazed, unfocused and he sways unsteadily on his feet, but he doesn’t collapse, doesn't lose his balance. His hair is messier than usual, his hoodie is wrinkled and the smell of alcohol lingers around him like a fog.

The last time he came home like this, things had been very different. You’d hoped it wouldn't come to this again so soon.

“Jeongguk,” you say, tone softer than intended, but your concern is palpable. “What happened?”

He finally looks up at you, and the emptiness in his eyes takes you by surprise. This isn’t the steady Jeongguk you’ve always relied on. Nor is he the confident and easygoing boyfriend who always knows how to make you laugh.

No, this Jeongguk is fragile, broken, like the coils inside of him are unraveling, threatening to lash out at whoever is nearby.

And in this moment, you’re scared that it’ll be you.

“I—I fucked up again,” he mumbles, slurring his words. His eyes flicker to yours, but he quickly looks down, unable to maintain eye contact.

Your heart aches as you take in his appearance.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m sorry,” he repeats. His voice cracks as he lifts his hand to bat at the tears in his eyes. It doesn't work. The tears continue to well up, threatening to spill over down his puffy cheeks. “I didn’t want to hurt you again. I never wanted to be this person. But I—fuck, I’ve been pushing you away. And I…I’ve been scared that you’re gonna leave me. That I somehow made you feel like you weren’t enough.”

Your breath hitches, a mix of relief and fear filling your chest. How long has he been holding onto this? The same pain, the same fear, buried so deeply, yet festering nonetheless.

You make a move to stand up, but he backs away, shaking his head, chest tight at the thought of standing still.

“I…I don’t deserve you. Not after everything I’ve put you through. I just keep fucking up. I’ve hurt you and you've done nothing wrong. Even after I promised. I promised not to be that person anymore, but I still am. A fuck up.”

“Jeongguk,” you whisper. “You’re not that guy. You’re not. You’re—”

“But I am.” he interrupts roughly, voice strained with emotion. “I am that guy. The one that pushes you, trying to make up for the mistakes I made with her—trying to make you forget that I’m not perfect. Y-You deserve someone that knows how to love you right. Someone who loves you better.”

You can see the tremble in his shoulders, his body stiff with the pain of his words.

“I just wanted to make you happy. I wanted to be enough for you,” the break in his voice is the tipping point, a sob catching in his throat, and it’s like the dam has cracked, spilling everything onto you. He looks at you. Really looks at you. “Please don’t leave. Don’t leave me. Please baby, I’ll do anything.”

You’re unsure when it happened but he’s suddenly close to you, hands reaching out for you to steady him. He falls onto his knees in front of you and latches his arms around your waist, cries muffled by your lap.

“Jeongguk,” you say softly, fingers running through his hair, heart breaking all over again. “You don’t have to be perfect. You just have to be you.”

He chokes on a sob, his emotions too overwhelming to contain any longer. His arms grip tighter, afraid to let go, as he burrows himself deeper into the crevices of your legs.

You reach down and cup his face in your hands. You tilt his head up and he looks at you from the floor and sniffs.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for hurting you. For even making you feel like you weren't enough. I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”

You silence him with a finger to his lips and run your fingers through his hair. Tracing your nails down his nose, over the ring in his lip and back up to the bar in his eyebrow, you whisper to him,

“You’re so beautiful Jeongguk. So beautiful. And it hurts to think that you’re not enough, because you are. You’re so much more than that.”

You know his words are genuine, his apology coming from a place of deep regret and love. You just hope that he can feel the same with your words.

He nods, tears still falling down his face, but his hold on you loosens slightly. “I don’t know how to fix this. But I want to try. I want to be the person you deserve.”

You smile through your tears and wipe away his with your thumb.

“You already are.”

He looks down, a little embarrassed by the fresh tears still on his cheeks, but you can see the sincerity in his eyes. You can feel the weight of his words through the way he caresses your waist. He breathes out shakily, then pulls away slightly, wiping his face before looking at you.

“You mean everything to me,” he says quietly. “I know I don’t say it enough, but I love you. I love you so fucking much that it hurts to breathe when I think of you. I swear I’ll do better. My past won’t ruin our future.”

You extend your hands, holding his face gently, and pull him into a kiss. It’s unhurried, soft and not rushed like the ones from before. There’s meaning behind this kiss— a promise between the two of you. His lips are warm, still salty from his tears that linger, but the kiss transcends beyond that—the unspoken words, the shared pain, and the desire to heal together.

When you pull back, Jeongguk chases after your lips but you stop him and just stare. Stare at the beauty in his eyes and the freckles dotting his face. He smiles sheepishly, embarrassed by your gaze, but at more ease now than he was when he walked through the door.

He rests back on his knees as his arms come up to your thighs.“I’ll make it up to you,” he says again, trailing kisses up your legs. He’s confident in his actions, the way he parts your legs and leans in. “One day at a time.”

He kisses your inner thighs, nipping at the fabric. You shiver at the touch and pause his movements.

“Jeongguk…you don’t have to do this,” you breathe out. But your actions betray your words as a hand reaches out to grip his hair.

He smiles up at you knowingly.

“Just relax baby,”

And he kisses your thigh again. Except this time, there’s a bit more desperation to it. His hands come up to the point where your legs meet your pelvis and he rubs slow circles.

The little fuck. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

He presses one last kiss to your knee and leans his head forward, eyes on yours the entire time. You hold your breath, nervous at what he's going to do, but you can’t contain the moan when he eases his teeth around the zipper of your jeans. He slides it down slowly, teasingly, a hand coming up at the same time, loosening the button of your denim.

“Lift your hips, baby,” he murmurs, voice thick with need.

You comply, rising slightly with the help of Jeongguk’s hands, and he pulls your jeans and underwear over your thighs and down your legs. He discards them somewhere to the side, an issue to be dealt with tomorrow, as he pulls you to the edge of the sofa, hands holding your legs open.

His eyes rake down your body, from your eyes all the way to your glistening core, and you can’t help but shiver at the intensity.

“What?”

It’s the word you only whisper in moments like this. When the voices in your head cease and the only thing you can hear are your shaky breaths.

Jeongguk looks at your lips.

“Nothing. I just love you.”

You roll your eyes at his cheesiness.

“Shut up. I love you more.”

He laughs.

“Impossible.”

And his mouth is on you. You flinch at the sudden action, but quickly relax as he licks a stripe up to your clit. You let out a low groan as your head falls back against the cushions.

You feel him dig his knees deeper into the carpet and he sighs as nudges his nose up against you.

“Keep your eyes on me.” he rasps, the vibrations sending tingles up your spine. You look down at him as he traces his tongue against your clit. One lick. Two.

You fight the urge to fall back and keep a steady hand in his hair. Well, as steady as you can be.

Jeongguk wraps his lips around your clit, latching onto you with a force that has you seeing stars. You cry out and push his head further into your pussy, aching for more.

“Oh, fuck,” you moan. “Jeongguk, fuck,”

He hums against you and pulls away, catching a quick breath. Glances up at you with those devastatingly gorgeous doe eyes of his.

“More?” he asks.

You nod frantically, fingers still tangled in his hair.

“Please. Don’t stop.”

Jeongguk doesn’t need to be told twice before he presses a kiss against you, tongue lapping up your slick. He delivers long, flat licks, fast and relentless, and slow teasing flicks, mixing up

his pace to keep you on the edge. He knows what you like. And he sure as hell is using it to his advantage.

You whimper something that he can’t quite make out and he hums in question.

“Use… Use your fingers,” you manage, head lolling back in pleasure.

And he doesn’t wait any longer. His middle finger pushes into you, raking against your insides.

“So good, Jeongguk,” you whine, free hand gripping the sofa. “So fucking good.”

A second finger enters you, stretching out whatever his tongue didn’t. He moans with you as you tighten your hold on his hair once more. He knows you’re close, he knows the pent up frustration has you reaching your high faster than usual, but he doesn’t slow his pumping.

He nudges his nose up against you once more pressing featherlight kisses against your clit. But a swift kick to his back urges him deeper. He laughs, shoulders shaking by your legs and slips his tongue into you.

Your hands give out from underneath you and you fall against the sofa as Jeongguk rubs circles on your clit with his other hand. This is the final stretch, as your legs begin to tremble.

“That’s it baby,” he husks. “Come for me.”

Like the falling of a bridge, the feeling of his hands and lips pushes you over the edge. You whimper in pleasure and your legs shake as you push through your orgasm. Your grip stays tight on Jeongguk’s hair but he doesn’t complain. He wonders what you’ll say if he mentions that he kinda digs it.

He presses a few more kisses to your thighs and makes his way up to your lips. Lips covered in your arousal, the city lights covering his face in a shine, but he’s pretty. So pretty.

He squashes his lips against your in an obnoxious smack and you laugh as he pulls back.

“Have I mentioned that I love you?”

You bring a finger up to your chin and tap as you think.

“Hmmm… a few times. But it doesn't hurt to hear it again.”

He grins and pulls you into his arms. You squeal as his jeans brush your bare thighs.

“Baby, I’ll tell you whatever you want me to. I’m all yours.”

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xoxojisu · 3 months ago

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THIS IS FALLING IN LOVE.

synopsis: falling in love with chigiri hyoma is slow. it's quiet. but it's sweet, and it's easier than you could ever imagine.

notes: chigiri is one of my bllk favs and i never talk abt him. HES UNDERRATED JUSTICE FOR HYOMA </3 i feel like fanon chigi always gets mischaracterized so i hope this is canon chigiri core. maybe this'll kickstart my bllk writing again..

it doesn't happen all at once.

it’s not some grand, cinematic moment where the wind and sun catch his hair just right and suddenly you’re in love. (though, you’ll admit, the hair thing is very distracting.)

it happens slowly. quietly.

when you first met him, he seemed simply like a quiet, introverted guy. it wasn't that he didn't talk, but it seemed like he just chose his moments carefully. he seemed polite and well-kept. you thought he had nice hair, but didn't think much of him beyond that.

it started the first time he talked back.

you'd teased him. something about his princess hair routine taking longer than practice. you expect him to offer a polite, awkward smile or a light chuckle, but he instead gave you a deadpan look before saying,

“yeah, sorry i like not smelling like gym socks. can’t relate?”

you blink.

he raises a brow.

you try not to let your jaw drop.

and then he smirks. like he knows he got you.

that’s when it starts.

after that, you start looking for it. the way he leans into sarcasm like it’s second nature. it's subtle. like it just slips out naturally. it surprises you at first. the way he says things that make you pause and go wait. was that flirty..? or mean..? (it’s both)

and it’s addicting.

he’s not just pretty. he's not just quiet. he's not just thoughtful. he’s funny. and competitive. and weirdly good at comebacks that have you reeling in fake anger but also leave you red in the face for hours after.

“is this your idea of flirting?” you ask once.

he shrugs, tossing his water bottle into his bag and tugging out his hair tie in one fluid motion.

“if it was, you’d be obsessed with me by now.”

little does he know that you already are. you probably have been for a while. but he doesn’t know that yet, and neither do you.

the real unraveling happens in the small moments.

how he always takes the time to stretch now after you'd scolded him. not just because he's told to, but because it seems like he really wants to take care of all of him now. you watch him learn to be gentle with himself. (he might be a little too gentle now, though. the princess.)

how he pulls his hair back with care, like it’s armor and comfort all at once, the beautiful cherry hue glistening.

how he doesn’t talk a lot, but when he does, it’s never wasted.

you learn his moods. the difference between "quiet because he’s tired" and "quiet because he’s thinking too much." you learn when to sit next to him and say nothing. you learn when to nudge him until he rolls his eyes and softens.

the more time you spend with him, the prettier you realize he is. his hair is a given, sure, but his eyelashes are also unfairly long. they're thick, too. he looks like he's wearing mascara all the time. his skin is perfectly clear and his eyes are the most gorgeous shade of pink. they resemble two twinkling rubies. you think he looks like someone's muse. like he's painted in watercolor with wind blowing through his hair and cherry blossom petals falling all around him all the time and for no apparent reason.

he lets you in so gradually that you don’t even realize you’re already there. part of his rituals, his routines. you don't notice the shift with the way he starts to tease you more and linger longer.

“you’re always around,” he says once, voice low and lazy. you'd just finished doing face masks together, and were now searching for something to watch. you're both ignoring the nonexistent space between you, opting to wordlessly shift closer.

"does it bother you?" you ask, studying his following facial expression carefully.

"nah," he replies quickly. maybe a little too quick. "just noticed it, i guess."

you shrug, “maybe i just like being around you.”

he tilts his head. studying you. not in a dreamy way. in a real way.

“yeah,” he says eventually, “i think i like it too.”

you fall in love with him one glance, one witty reply, one quiet kindness at a time.

and when he falls back, because he does, he makes sure you know.

he doesn’t say it with flowers and chocolate.

he says it when he sends you skin care recs at midnight.

he doesn't say it with a poster board and a rose petal pathway.

he says it when he sits a little too close and doesn’t move away.

when he says, “you make things feel less heavy.”

and it’s then, only then, that you realize.

you’ve been falling in love with him for who knows how long.

and he’s been catching you the whole time.

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ghostlynightpanda · 2 months ago

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hai!!!!! I hope you’re doing super duper well!!!! I was wondering if you could do some hc for aib characters with a reader that’s really short? Plssssss I love how you write you’re amazing!!!!! Full creative liberty tho and also feel free to completely ignore this hehe mwah!!:3

AIB Characters react to a really short Reader

A/N: I hope you like the story! I’ll be honest, I don’t have much firsthand experience with height-related teasing — I’m around 185 cm, so I usually get the opposite. But I based a lot of the comments and moments on things a friend of mine (who’s pretty short) has actually experienced over the years. (She once got mistaken for a child at her workplace and someone even asked if she was there to visit her parents — she’s 26.)

content/warnings: Ann, Kuina, Aguni, Niragi, Last Boss, Chishiya, canon typical blood and violence, 3.045 words

Ann

The first time Ann saw you, she was standing on the second-floor balcony of the Beach, arms crossed, sharp eyes scanning the new arrivals like the former detective she still very much was.

Most were older teens and twenty-somethings. Tough faces. Broken shoes. Blood under their nails. Survivors.

And then there was you.

You stepped through the gates looking like you got lost on the way to school.

Short frame. Soft features. A hoodie two sizes too big. You barely reached the height of the guy next to you, and the guards didn't seem to take you seriously either — they barely even checked you.

Ann's brows knit together.

A kid? Here?

Her instinct kicked in before logic could catch up. She made her way down to the lobby, weaving through the crowd, already mentally preparing how to explain the rules gently. You didn't look like someone who had played many games. Honestly, you barely looked old enough to drive.

You were standing off to the side near the vending machines, eyes calmly watching the chaos.

Ann approached like she was handling a delicate situation — calm, cautious, steady.

“Hey,” she said, her voice low and kind. “You doing okay?”

You looked up at her, a little confused by the tone. “Yeah? Why?”

She gave a small smile, crouching slightly to meet your eyes. “I know this place is overwhelming. But I promise you, I'll help however I can. You don't have to be afraid.”

There was a beat of silence.

You blinked.

Then sighed — not annoyed, just… tiredly amused.

“Oh no,” you muttered. “It's happening again.”

Ann paused. “…What is?”

You gave her a dry smile. “You think I'm a child, don't you?”

She blinked. “I just—”

“I'm twenty-four.”

The silence that followed was loud.

You could see the realization dawn on her face — the subtle widening of her eyes, the way she slowly stood back up, visibly recalibrating her entire understanding of the situation.

“…Oh,” she said finally.

You gave a little shrug. “It's fine. Happens more often than I'd like to admit.”

Ann looked genuinely apologetic now, her posture shifting from protective to awkward professionalism. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make assumptions. It's just—”

“—I look like I wandered out of a school trip and into a death game,” you finished, deadpan.

A small laugh escaped her — quiet and sheepish. “Something like that.”

You smiled again, gentler this time. “Thanks, though. For trying to help. It's kind of refreshing.”

She studied you for a moment, then nodded with the faintest hint of a smile tugging at her lips.

“Well,” she said, folding her arms again, “if you're going to survive here, I guess I'll have to stop underestimating you.”

“Please do,” you said with mock grandeur. “I may be fun-sized, but I'm deadly.”

That made her laugh — a real one this time, low and warm. Then she tilted her head slightly and said, “Come on. Let's get you settled. Adult or not, it's easier here when someone's got your back.”

You fell into step beside her, feeling a little less out of place.

And from that moment on, Ann never once treated you like anything less than capable — though every now and then, you'd catch a glint of that protective instinct in her eye. Not because she thought you were short.

But because she cared.

Kuina

“You really are bite-sized, huh?”

You froze mid-step, your face already heating up as Kuina sauntered into the room with that signature smirk of hers. She leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, amber eyes gleaming with mischief.

“I'm not bite-sized,” you mumbled, pulling the hem of your shirt down, like that would somehow add height. “Just… efficient.”

Kuina chuckled and walked over—long legs eating the distance effortlessly. “You sure? I feel like I could fit you in my jacket pocket.”

You gave her a flat look. “That's not how pockets work.”

“That's not how you work,” she teased, poking your cheek gently with one perfectly manicured finger. “You're like a keychain. Adorable. Easy to lose in a crowd. Very collectible.”

You swatted her hand away, pouting, but it only made her grin wider. “Okay, now you're just making stuff up.”

She leaned down until her face was level with yours. Even crouching, she was somehow graceful and smug all at once. “You're just mad because I'm right.”

You crossed your arms. “You're only taller because of genetics and vengeance.”

“Oh?” Kuina raised an eyebrow. “Vengeance?”

“Yeah. You look like the type who grew tall out of spite. Like, 'oh, I can't reach the cookies? Fine, I'll grow six inches and roundhouse kick the cabinet.'”

Kuina threw her head back and laughed—one of those rich, unrestrained laughs that made your chest flutter. “You really think I kicked my way into tallness?”

“I wouldn't put it past you.”

She ruffled your hair, something she did far too often. “You make it easy. You're practically inviting people to pat you.”

“I swear, if you start using me as an armrest—”

“Tempting,” she purred, dramatically pretending to rest her elbow on your head. “But I'm restraining myself.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't deny the way your heart fluttered every time she got that close. The teasing wasn't mean—it was fond, effortless, laced with warmth.

Kuina noticed. Of course she did.

“Hey,” she said softly, hand dropping from your head to lightly tap your chin. “All jokes aside… I think it's cute. You're cute.”

You blinked. “That's not fair. You can't just—say things like that.”

“Why not?” she teased, leaning in closer, her lips brushing your ear. “You're fun to fluster.”

You covered your face with your hands. “You're evil.”

“And yet, you keep hanging around.” She stepped back, mock-sighing dramatically. “Short, brave, and foolish. My favorite combo.”

You looked up at her from between your fingers. “You're really not gonna stop teasing me, are you?”

She winked. “Not a chance, tiny.”

Aguni

”Stay close,” Aguni said gruffly as the game began.

You rolled your eyes. “I'm not a lost child.”

He glanced at you, skeptical. You barely came up to his shoulder. In the dim light of the industrial warehouse, with flickering floodlights casting long shadows, you looked even shorter.

Aguni wasn't the type to underestimate people—he'd seen too much for that—but when the game card flipped and showed 6 of Clubs, a simple yet cruel game where one group had to fight the other. Aguni instinctively positioned himself in front of you, muscles taut, ready to shield.

“I can handle myself,” you said quietly, stretching your arms, bouncing on your toes.

He grunted. “I'll believe it when I see it.”

Then the doors slammed shut and the game began.

The attackers came fast—two-on-one brawls in the corridors, tight spaces, metal pipes clanging against concrete. Aguni's strength was undeniable. He dropped one opponent with a single devastating elbow and used another as a human shield without hesitation.

But then he heard footsteps to his left—closer to where he'd last seen you.

He turned, expecting to see you needing backup.

Instead, he saw you dancing between attacks.

You weren't blocking blows—you didn't need to. You dodged with an ease that made it almost insulting for the guy trying to land a hit. Your frame was low to the ground, unpredictable, slippery like water. You dipped, ducked, flipped over a railing, kicked someone in the knee, and disappeared into the shadows like you belonged there.

Aguni froze, watching you. One of the enemies lunged at him while he was distracted and he snapped back into motion, annoyed at himself.

The rest of the game passed in a blur—fists, shouts, blood, and breath. But every now and then, Aguni caught glimpses of you moving through the chaos: quick, clever, ghostlike. Untouchable.

When the last opponent dropped and the timer beeped out the end of the game, you reappeared beside him, not even winded.

He stared at you. “You move like a damn stray cat.”

You raised an eyebrow, half-smirking. “That an insult or a compliment?”

He scoffed, shaking his head. “Didn't expect that.”

“I get that a lot,” you said, wiping a smear of blood off your cheek. “People see someone short and assume 'fragile.' But there's more than one kind of strength.”

Aguni studied you, this time with something different in his eyes—recognition. Respect.

“You're not strong,” he said bluntly.

You narrowed your eyes. “Gee, thanks.”

He stepped closer, his gaze heavy but not unkind. “You're not strong like me. But you're fast. Smart. Dangerous in your own way.”

You crossed your arms, tilting your head up to meet his eyes. “Was that… a compliment?”

He didn't answer right away. Then, with the faintest twitch of his lips, he said:

“…You'd still lose in an arm wrestle.”

You groaned. “Unbelievable.”

Aguni finally cracked a small smile and walked off, calling over his shoulder, “But I'd want you in my corner again. Short or not.”

And in his world, that was as close to a love letter as it got.

Niragi

You were walking beside Niragi through the desolate mall, scanning broken storefronts for supplies for the Beach, when he suddenly stopped mid-step.

“What?” you asked, turning to face him.

He stared at you through a cracked mirror, realizing you didn't even reach his shoulder. His brow furrowed like he was seeing something unbelievable—like he'd never truly noticed the height difference until seeing you side by side in the reflection.

“…Have you always been that short?”

You squinted. “Excuse me?”

He took a slow, exaggerated step back, hands out like he needed to process your existence. “Nah. There's no way. Did you shrink?”

You groaned. “Not this again.”

“I'm serious!” he said, clearly not serious at all. “You're like a limited-edition fun-size bar. If you were three centimeters shorter, I'd need a microscope.”

You started walking again, ignoring him. Predictably, he followed.

“Like, do you have to take twice the steps I do?” he asked, falling into stride just slightly ahead. “You must be burning calories like crazy. It's practically cardio for you to walk across the room.”

“Must be exhausting carrying all that height and ego,” you muttered.

He barked out a laugh. “Ego's proportional to leg length, baby. And guess what? These legs are premium.”

You shot him a flat look. “And your personality is what—on backorder?”

“Ouch,” he clutched his chest in mock pain. “Don't lash out just because your reach tops out at, like, a kitchen counter.”

You stopped walking. “I can reach shelves just fine.”

“Oh really?” he tilted his head. “Tell that to the box of crackers you knocked over trying to grab earlier. You nearly body slammed a cupboard.”

You rolled your eyes. “That shelf was rigged and you know it.”

Niragi smirked, leaning down so his face was closer to yours. “You're lucky you're cute when you're mad. Little angry hamster energy.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Did you just say I'm cute?”

He didn't move. Didn't flinch. Just gave a grin that was all teeth and trouble. “I said you're cute when you're mad. The rest of the time you're just… compact.”

“Compact?”

“Portable. Travel-sized. Earthquake-safe.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but he raised a finger, eyes gleaming.

“In fact,” he said, mock-serious, “you're dangerously close to vanishing. If you were any shorter, I'd trip over you and not even realize it was a person. Just be like, 'oh, weird bump in the floor.'”

You stared at him, deadpan. “You done?”

“Almost,” he said, finally straightening up and walking ahead of you again. “Just trying to understand the daily struggles of being a sentient action figure.”

You muttered under your breath, “And I'm trying to understand how you're still alive with that mouth.”

He laughed again, loud and unfiltered. “Admit it,” he called back. “You love this. If I didn't bully you, you'd start to worry I was sick.”

You caught up to him, shaking your head. “You're insufferable.”

He glanced down at you with a glint in his eye, nudged your shoulder with his elbow, and said just low enough for only you to hear:

“Yeah, but I notice you always walk beside me. Even if you gotta take double the steps.”

And for once, you didn't have a comeback. Because he was right—and damn it, he knew it.

Last Boss

The first time Last Boss took notice of you, you weren't even sure he was looking.

It was during a game — a brutal one. A Spades card, fast and violent. Everyone assumed you were the weak link. You were short, quiet, and didn't radiate danger like he did. But where others relied on brute strength, you were fast, clever, slippery. You never fought to overpower — you fought to outmaneuver.

And when the dust cleared, you weren't just still standing. You were the reason the team survived.

After that, Last Boss watched you. Quietly. Always from the edge of the room. Never saying anything. Never asking for attention. But you felt it — that shift in air, the way your presence mattered to someone who usually saw everyone else as background noise.

He never teased you about your height. That wasn't his style. He didn't speak unless it was necessary — and teasing wasn't ever necessary.

But you noticed things.

Like when you reached for a high shelf in the Beach's crumbling kitchen and, without a word, he appeared behind you, grabbed what you were reaching for, and handed it over before vanishing again. No comment. Just action.

Or the time someone snorted behind your back and muttered something about how “the kid should stay out of the next game.” You didn't even turn around — because he did. He didn't say anything. Just stared at the guy, hand resting lightly on the hilt of his blade. The silence stretched. Thickened. The guy backed off with an awkward laugh and didn't say another word.

And once, when the Beach was crowded and tense, you felt someone bump into you too hard — half-accident, half-challenge. Before you could even react, Last Boss was beside you, not speaking, just there like a stormcloud with a sword.

People stopped testing you after that.

He never treated you like you were fragile. He didn't hover. He didn't offer pity.

He just… noticed.

When you climbed a cracked wall during a Hearts game and nearly fell, a hand caught your wrist — quick, callused, strong. You looked up, heart racing, and saw him holding you steady, eyes unreadable beneath the darkness of his tattoos.

“Careful,” he said simply. A rare word. Heavy with meaning.

You nodded, breathless. “Thanks.”

He held your gaze for a long moment. Then, silently, he helped you up the rest of the way and kept close the entire game — just enough that you could feel him if you needed him. Never smothering. Just there.

No comments about your height. No jokes. No "short stuff" or "kid" like you'd heard from so many others. Just calm, steady help.

That was the thing with him.

Where others laughed, called you a kid, or acted like your size made you someone to protect or dismiss, he never did. He treated you like an equal.

He watched your movements in games with the same focus he gave anyone else. He handed you things from high shelves without a word. He stood behind you when someone looked at you wrong, not because you needed him, but because he had your back.

He treated you like everyone else.

Maybe even like you mattered.

And in a world where being short often meant being overlooked, that was rare.

That was enough to make you notice him too.

Chishiya

You and Chishiya were walking through the remains of an abandoned pharmacy, the faint smell of dust and expired medicine lingering in the air. He moved with his usual casual arrogance — hands in his hoodie pockets, white-bleached hair catching what little light filtered in through the broken windows.

You were focused on scanning the shelves for painkillers when you heard his voice behind you, smooth and dry as ever.

“Must be hard living in a world built for regular-sized people.”

You blinked, slowly turning to face him. “Excuse me?”

Chishiya leaned lazily against the doorway, one brow arched, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “It's cute, really. The way you had to tiptoe just to reach the middle shelf.”

You gave him a long, unimpressed stare.

“Funny coming from you,” you said flatly. “I'm pretty sure we'd see eye to eye if you didn't have that hair giving you a centimeter advantage.”

He blinked — just once — then let out the tiniest huff of amusement.

“Touché,” he said.

You crossed your arms. “Don't act like you're towering over anyone. For a guy, you're compact. If we were action figures, you'd come in a limited edition 'pocket strategist' line.”

“Better than being fun-sized chaos,” he murmured, that damn smirk deepening.

“Please. You're only pretending to be taller because you only hang around people like Kuina. It's all part of your illusion game.”

He gave a slow, sarcastic nod. “You've cracked my greatest deception. Well done.”

You shrugged, mock casual. “Don't worry. I won't expose your secrets. We short people have to stick together, after all.”

Chishiya tilted his head slightly, his gaze sharp but almost... amused. “So now I'm one of you?”

“You always were. You just hide it behind good posture and a god complex.”

There was a long pause.

Then, quietly, he said, “You know, most people don't talk to me like this.”

You smiled. “Most people don't get the chance.”

He looked at you for a moment longer than usual — no smirk now, just that quiet, calculating stillness he wore when something (or someone) had truly caught his attention.

Then, with a soft scoff, he turned away.

“Let's keep moving,” he said, already walking toward the back exit. “Before you need help reaching another shelf.”

You rolled your eyes and followed, calling out, “Don't trip on your ego, Chishiya. You're not tall enough to survive the fall.”

You didn't see it, but his smirk returned — just barely — and lingered longer than it probably should have.

Masterlist

#alice in borderland #Ann x reader #Ann Rizuna x reader #Kuina x reader #Kuina Hikari x reader #Aguni x reader #aguni morizono x reader #niragi x reader #Niragi Suguru x reader #last boss x reader #takatora samura x reader #chishiya x reader #Chishiya Shuntaro x reader

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