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randomfoggytiger · 23 hours ago

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Hey, long time no speak, weird question, but do you by any chance have a list of undercover in cult fics?

(Hope you’re well!!!!)

Doing great! :DD Hope you are, too.

Collector's Edition: Cults, Paramilitary Forces, and Post-Colonization Societies

Sort of yes, and sort of no. Included a choice variety; but I coulda sworn there were more fics....

Loose chronological order below~

Anjou's (Ao3) Speechless 01 (Ao3)

"So. I dug a little deeper. His family is originally from Northern Minnesota, where his grandfather and father were part of a Nazi sympathizing paramilitary organization during WWII. They are affiliated with the Church of the Lost Tribe, which has the same claim to fame as the Mormon faith, i.e., they believe that they are the lost tribe of Israel." He craned his head to see her face. "You know what kills me about all these guys? They all want to be the lost tribe, but nobody ever wants to be a Jew."

Scully arched an eyebrow at him.

"You know it's true,"he said placidly.

Post-Tithonus Scully, war-torn and discouraged, joins Mulder and other FBI teams to halt a suspected paramilitary group.

@onpaperfirst's Snakebitten

There were true believers. There were Max Fenigs and Cassandra Spenders. Tremulous and fragile, susceptible to being sucked into cults.

There were conspiracists. Underground groups operating on the fringes that communicated via mimeographed pamphlets and old school mailing lists.

The New Spartans were neither.

AU-- A retelling of Season 5's events leading up to The Pine Bluff Variant: Scully wants her own answers, and Mulder is pulled away through forced secrecy.

Wylfcynne's Imagine

The prisoners were shoved without ceremony into the backseat of one of the Taurus pursuit vehicles. Their cuffs were tied with clothesline to each other's and then their seatbelts were used to fasten them into their seats.

"Y' think the Assistant Director'll dock our pay when we don't show up at that stupid meeting tomorrow morning?" Mulder asked his partner.

She sighed, knowing what he was trying to do. "Probably," she agreed. "Not that I'll be sorry to miss another budget meeting."

"That goes without saying," he agreed.

AU-- Post-S. R. 819 Mulder and Scully discover a black oil cult while on Kersh detail.

@oohnotvery/the_eternal_optimist's (site) Unheard Of

Wiping at her cheeks furiously, Scully blinked rapidly to clear her vision, to make sure what she was seeing was real. To her relief and dismay, the man under the stairs, the person whose breathing was unnatural to the point of frightening, was Mulder.

His face was turned towards the light from her flashlight but his eyes stayed closed. He was naked except for his boxers, but his torso was so covered in mud and dirt and (Scully flinched upon noticing) blood, that she could barely make out his skin beneath. His hands were tied in front of his body with a thin, crude-looking rope, as were his ankles. A gash cut across his forehead.

She couldn’t remember ever seeing him look so . . . lifeless.

S6 Mulder vanishes into the woods; and Scully, a non-believer in his supernatural cult theory, treks out to find him.

@ghostbustermelanieking/skuls's s8's roadrunners AU/cold desert nights

She tells him on the bus. After Doggett is finished cutting the slug out of her, because she’s shouting that it needs to be cut out and Mulder wants to do it but he can’t. His hands are shaking too badly. So he holds hers, lets her squeeze the life out of them as she screams, as the cultists pound on the bus, as Doggett pulls out the slug and shoots it. The cultists are dismayed. Mulder can see the flashing lights through the dusty window of the bus. As Doggett runs outside to deal with it all, Scully collapses woozily against his chest. He presses a quivering hand over the bloody wound at the back of her neck, and he realizes only then that she is sobbing.

AU-- Roadrunners Mulder is returned early (whole, with minor amnesia); but finds Doggett, not Scully, in the basement office.

snow in april (chapter 1 of 8) (Ao3)

Scully had kept ahold of his wrist; she motioned him towards the closet in the corner. They got off of the bed carefully, feet hitting the carpet, and moved together into the closet. The scraping moved towards the door to their room. Scully tugged him hard into the closet and pulled the door most of the way closed - not letting it close all the way to avoid the click, he assumed. She let go of his wrist and wrapped an arm around his waist, leaning hard into him. Her right hand was pressed against her stomach. He moved his left hand down to her stomach, on top of her hand. The baby kicked; Mulder couldn't tell whether it was out of fright or excitement. Don't worry, kid, he thought. I'll protect you.

Outside the closet, the bedroom door slowly creaked open. Scully pressed her face into his shoulder, her hand wrapping tighter around the baby. Please, God, Mulder thought furiously, momentarily forgetting he didn't believe in God.

The strange, scraping footsteps continued across the room, the rug, the floorboards. There were multiple scarecrows; Mulder mentally took stock. His eyes were on the crack where the door hadn't closed all the way, he could see part of a bulky scarecrow arm through it. The baby was kicking furiously under their hands. Scully breathed shakily into his shoulder.

AU-- Post-Three Words Mulder is called beyond his will to a small, snowed-in town, trapping he and Scully in the mountains.

@dreamingofscully's (Ao3) Dreaming of Scully (particularly, Part III)

“You’re the worst liar, Mulder.”

His mouth tilted up, but he didn’t look at her or speak.

“Talk to me.”

“It looks like something I remember, but not exactly.”

“Remember from where?”

He traced his finger over the symbol. “You didn’t want to know about it, Scully.”

She exhaled, not realizing she’d been holding her breath. It was unusual for him to keep things from her. Usually, it was her that didn’t trust herself enough to open up. But Mulder? He shared everything. And the only reason he hadn’t been completely transparent about his work lately was because he’d been giving her space.

“The cult,” she stated.

“Yeah.”

AU-- Paranormal investigators Mulder and Scully are sorting through their own recent supernatural experiences while tracking down an old, earth-dwelling entity.

Zoonr's (Ao3) Mesabi Ferrum

Since their trip had started, William hadn't said another word. *He's listening,* Mulder thought. It was an intuitive guess, not unlike those he used to have when he was an agent assigned to the X-Files, and he had no real explanation for it. Mulder wondered just how much William already knew about them, or about himself.

Rob had nearly passed out the moment they started driving, in spite of Liam spending most of the first two hours on the road muttering his nonsensical religious rhetoric. He emphatically wanted Mulder to drive them back to his camp, to meet the other members of his group, which Mulder suspected was more like a cult, and introduce them all to William. Mulder asked Liam in which direction his camp was located. Liam said south; Mulder drove north. After about an hour of whiney protest, Liam had finally and mercifully fallen asleep, and the trip had gone on in silence.

AU-- Colonization begins, prompting Mulder and Scully to find and save their son, with Mr. Van de Kamp, Gibson Praise, Doggett, Reyes, and Jeremiah Smith to boot.

@slippinmickeys/SlippinMickeys/Slippin' Mickeys's North of Zero (Tumblr, Tumblr) and Prompt Drabble Collection - Chapter 47 (Tumblr)

Scully sat up, the coppery taste of blood on her tongue. She looked down at her shirt, which was still soaked red, a jagged slash where the super soldier’s hand pierced her torso. The previous few minutes were a blur of pain and confusion. She remembered trying to stop the soldier from the senseless killing of the cultist woman after they’d been brought aboard the ship, then pain, the cold knowledge of impending death, and then her son. He’d been with her in her mind, in her body and she-

“You healed me,” she said, pulling back from Mulder’s embrace and turning to William.

He gave her a small smile. “Yes.”

“How did-” she was at an utter loss for words.

“Hate to tell you this, doc,” said Mulder, rubbing a hand up and down her arm, “but you might be out of a job.”

AU-- Post-Colonization William, hunted by creatures he doesn't understand, follows his instincts into the wilderness, stumbling upon a small redhead and her partner in the woods.

Deadcanons's X-Tropy

“I met some young people outside the teahouse, who helped me get here,” Reyes went on. “By my assessment, they were the sort of people who are often targeted by cult leaders. One of them in particular, Ileana, was highly spiritual, quick to trust, and eager to help. That’s exactly the kind of personality profile that cult leaders seek out.”

Scully looked stunned. “This is the same woman I called to the house... What, almost 15 years ago?”

Reyes nodded. “If it’s any consolation, she probably wasn’t up to anything back then. Based on the recurring faces I saw at the teahouse, I would assume the cult has somewhere between 80 to 120 members. For an outfit of that size, she’s probably been doing this for four or five years. I doubt this cult could have survived for longer than a decade.”

Scully was silent for a long moment, processing this. “And Jasmine has been taking commissions from her. All this time...”

“What’s our next move?” Reyes asked.

“Monica, you can’t be serious. You’re 97 years old.”

“And you can’t go back home,” she retorted.

AU-- Immortal Scully leaves her apartment alongside Mulder, loses her partner, goes into hiding as the world and the people she knows age around her, and returns after an estrangement from her kids, a run-in with a cult, and multiple Mulder visitations.

BONUS

@writingwell/RocketMan/Darkstryder's (xffics) Holding Me (Gossamer)

"Get your gun out, Scully. I don't like this."

She nodded. She trusted his instinct. The gun slipped from her holster with a thick sound of leather; she checked that the safety was on and licked her lips. For the first time since her Academy days, it felt unnaturally heavy.

Then the whole world seemed to blink. Every light everywhere was gone for an instant and Mulder reacted at once, swerving the car to a stop and calling on the CB for backup.

Then he saw it, just in the rearview mirror. The set-up.

Cancer arc Mulder decides to put the moves on Scully right before their stakeout is busted.

The Way (01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09)

"When did you suddenly join a children's crusade?" she whispered.

"Since they could be yours . . ."

He heard her hiss and felt her jump from his fingers as if he'd stung her.

"Mulder, we have no proof of any of what she said. We don't even know if she's *real*, let alone telling us the whole truth."

"Scully."

"She could be some kind of clone sent to make you-"

"Scully." "

-think that something's going on, when instead, it's all an-"

"Scully."

"-elaborate hoax to get us shut down-"

His hands shot out and grabbed her hard, yanking her back to him.

She stopped breathing and stared up at him. His eyes were wide and his pupils dilated as if he had suddenly snapped.

"Scully. Either way. I can't let this go."

She sagged in his grip and he let her fall to his couch.

"I know, Mulder. I know."

AU-- Post-Redux II Mulder is rejected by Samantha; and Scully is haunted by his distance. She becomes plagued with nightmares, forced to lean on his help when her dreams lead them to their "mini me"s.

Dragon Kings Daughter (Gossamer)

He lowered his body to the floor beside her and laid his head close to hers, willing her to wake up and see him there, wanting to see her eyes as they opened and were unguarded with him.

It took but a moment, and soon her eyes were peering into his, a sleepy indifference making them seem deep and dark. "What'd you find?" she whispered, her voice still low from sleep.

He grinned in triumph. "Lots. How about you?"

Her eyes drifted shut for one last moment of unreality, then she sat up, pushing her hair from her face.

Post-The Red and the Black Mulder and Scully discover a connection to her past life.

eponine119’s Resignation

In some ways, life on the commune was a relief. It had become a strain on me keeping the chores done and the bills paid as my mom became increasingly dysfunctional. On the commune, everything was taken care of.

Granted, we were all required to dress in orange bell bottomed uniforms and shave our bodies free of hair. There were hours of prayer under the fevered eyes of the leader, and rarely did we have anything more than rice to eat. I didn't believe a word of it - I was old enough to know this wasn't normal. I was also old enough to know better than to rebel or argue.

Post-One Son Jeffrey's experience in Cassandra Spender's "cult."

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juicebox342 · 3 days ago

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Hello, hi, I’ve literally been obsessing over your fic Chasing The Sun and have come to yell at you as you ask, lol. First of all, how freaking dare you/jk. The girls are really going through it, huh? Good thing they are together and have each other’s backs now. It really reminds me of how insane the film’s actual premise is: the K-Pop industry is already brutal enough and they’re hunting demons on top of that!? Brilliant, really.

I really love the way you write Rumi, Mira and Zoey; I can literally hear their voices as I read through each of their sections (or, lack there of in Rumi’s case, ahah, but I hope you get what I mean). Really well done. Keep up the good work, but make sure to take care of yourself too, okay?

I get the impression that Celine (or Eun-ha, as I have come to think of this specific version of her) has failed to keep Rumi out of the industry in this universe, somehow, and that brings to mind the circumstances of her birth and her mum’s death, how do those tie in with Rumi being a trainee so young? I hope it would be addressed in the fic itself, but I would appreciate any crumbs you can give me 👀.

Another thing that bothered me is mentions of Rumi’s (can you tell she’s my favourite?), um, weakness, and the vomiting. I was really hoping that’s just a case of weak/nervous stomach, but I can’t help but think… is it what I think it is? It was mentioned in the first chapter that Mira has already stopped having periods, so it makes me worried… Really hope they’re going to be (relatively) okay, somehow.

One last thing I want to ask is: Did Mira have a different name, before she entered the industry? It’s implied, I think, that ‘Mira’ isn’t her ‘real’ name, the way ‘Rumi’ isn’t what ‘Ru-mi’ wants to be called?

That’s enough rambling out of me I think. Once again, thank you for your time and the good read, keep up the good work, and make sure to take care of yourself! I’ll see you on your next updates o7!

HOO BOY THESE ARE ALL SUCH GREAT QUESTIONS and I'm like genuinely vibrating out of my skin trying to figure out what to answer and what not to because spoilers and everything. I'll try to keep all the spoilers Marked and at the bottom just in case anyone doesn't wanna read? So kicking this off, if you're seeing this on your dash, consider reading Chasing The Sun on AO3!

Okay taking this one line at a time. Hi, friend! Thanks so much for your ask, and I'm so glad you're enjoying the fic so far! The Girls Are Indeed Going Through It haha. I'm apparently allergic to Not Putting Them All In A Blender.

And thank you for the praise! I'm doing my best to keep my work Sustainable- if you've seen any of my previous posts, you may have seen a post I made about how difficult it is to write because I Do That Full Time and am Extremely Poor and also living in a place without AC, but I do promise I am doing my darnedest to stay healthy. Lots of fluids, ice packs as often as possible, and wet t-shirts are my best friends, but i think my brain actually cooks sometimes and writing becomes. Difficult. (actually I think that's got some influence over why I'm struggling to finish chapter 4 of Closed In and Terrified. Uh. Tangent incoming?)

Okay so Tangent. Obviously I write a lot of experiences that I've never lived- for Chasing The Sun it's Being A KPop Idol, for my new fic, Shattered Mirror, I'm not Diabetic or Intersex- but I try to choose things that are. Adjacent to my own lived experiences? Hoo boy how do I even say this without sounding insane. I mean, writing is cathartic, you know? So it's nice to be able to explore the emotional aspects of experiences like those, and considering I've got hyper-empathy it's fairly easy to tap into what the characters would probably be feeling. But chapter 4 of Closed In and Terrified is like. We're getting into the comfort part of that fic, and considering my current living situation. Yeah it's a little difficult to get into the Comfort Mindset. But I'm doing it! It's just taking a while haha. Anyway tangent over, as I was saying-

So keeping Celine/Eun-ha's role as Unspoiled As Possible- I'm gonna refer to her as Celine just for clarity's sake- as you can probably see, she does Love Rumi. And She Never Wanted This Life For Rumi. However there were. Circumstances. Beyond her control. That meant that Rumi was kind of always going to be an idol no matter what Celine did? And that DOES have to do with the circumstances of Hina/Mi-yeong's death and. A Lot Of Other Things. It WILL Be Explored but also if you wanna Join My Discord to ask more questions, by all means!

About Rumi- I Promise She Doesn't Have An Eating Disorder. Which is INCREDIBLY Lucky, considering the circumstances, but yeah no girl just has INSANE anxiety. It's explored a little bit more in the chapter that I'm currently working on, but yeah girl is a trembling chihuahua and just Struggles to keep food down because of it. It's Not Great. That said, this story is Angst With A Happy Ending, so the girls WILL be okay. All three of them. I pinky swear. They're just in the blender at the moment.

About Mira- You're correct, Mira isn't her real name! It's very similar to her real name, but I'm Holding Onto That For The Reveal (it's the same thing with Zoey, actually. You'll see :3) but. I will give A Hint. And the hint is... Rumi Never Had A Future, Zoey's Future Is Different Than She Hoped, but Mira Had Her Future Stolen.

Anyway, thanks again for the ask, friend! Glad i was able to figure out how to answer those questions without spoiling a whole lot.

(Also fair warning to anyone who sees this my hotspot is about to run out and the wifi has been down for like A Week so if I disappear I'm Probably Not Dead. My hotspot data resets in about a week though so I'll only be gone for a couple days.)

See y'all later!

#i got an ask!#kpop demon hunters #kpdh #kpdh real idol au #polytrix #polytr/x #my writing #fic: chasing the sun

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heeikeuu · 10 hours ago

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i. ENVY - L. HS

pairing :: doppelganger! heeseung x fem! reader

synopsis :: what happens when your sweet and kind best friend that you had a crush on since forever has a doppelganger and you have to come to the acceptance that you may prefer that side of him more?

tags :: 5.4k, childhood bsfs to lovers, fluff, suggestive, angst, college au, heeseung smokes, reader going through an internal monolog crisis, mutual pining, dumbasses in love, tension

a/n: the first installment of the Seven Fatal Virtues series is here! I hope you all enjoy this, I'm slowly trying to practice writing longer fics so please bare with me <3

For as long as you can remember, you and Heeseung have always been joint at the hip.

You went on family trips together, had almost all the same classes in high school, and went to the same uni.

Everyone around you knew you two as the inseparable duo. Wherever you went, Heeseung followed, and vice versa.

But somewhere along the way, the lines of platonic feelings and romantic ones blurred in your vision.

You found yourself thinking just a little too hard about what to wear, or say around him at times. Avoiding every non-heeseung man like they had the plague.

They just never understood you like him.

But now you're older, wiser would be debatable but older nonetheless.

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“Dude, are you listening?” Maki complained for the nth time.

“Yeah, I'm listening! I'm listening!”

Silence.

He stared at you with a deadpan face before speaking again, “you were practically drooling looking over Heeseung, be serious here.”

“I wasn't–” before you could defend yourself, Heeseung showed up behind you two as you sat in the uni café.

“Hey guys,” he sweetly called, ruffling your hair.

“Speak of the devil,” Maki whispered teasingly, making you kick his shin under the table.

He barely contained his groan of pain.

“Am I interrupting something important?” Heeseung asked worriedly but you quickly shook your head, “don't worry about him, hee. You're welcome to sit with us.” You smiled warmly at him. Deciding to completely ignore how your heart was thumping out of your chest and side eyed Maki who just smirked with a knowing look. Fucking first years.

You and Heeseung were seniors now and preparing for finals wasn't easy but he was always so understanding and helpful that it made it less unbearable.

You almost hated it.

Almost.

“Anywayssss,” Maki playfully hit the table, “I'll get going now and leave you hags to work. Toodle-oo.” He left before neither of you can say a word.

You shook your head like a tired mom.

“That kid is seriously going to make me retire early.”

Heeseung laughed, the kind of laugh that made you feel warm and fuzzy inside before you slapped your inner voices for being delusional again. He's. Just. A. Friend. Be. Normal. You keep reminding yourself.

No matter how much you like him, you know you could never risk ruining your friendship over some dumb feelings.

Fast forward, it is the weekend already and you got dragged by Maki to hang out. He said and I quote, "you're going to grow gray hairs and be bald by 30 if you stay in that room studying like it will save your dead hamster from dying of cancer.”

You truly wonder what goes on his brain if anything does but you agree nonetheless.

Finals are in 2 months now, and weirdly enough, you haven't seen Heeseung a lot lately. It wasn't like him to skip classes.

“Riki” you interrupted his hypothetical questions that made next to no sense to any sane human.

“Yeah?” He was confused by the sudden name change. You only used his real name when it was something serious.

“Is it just me or have you also noticed how Heeseung hasn't been attending classes all week? We texted a few times but something feels odd..” you finally let out the thoughts that have been plaguing you all week.

“Now that you mention it..” He puts his hand on his chin. “He's been acting weird lately too. Last time I heard from him, Nicholas said that he hasn't seen Heeseung act so…brash.”

Heeseung? And brash? What in the world?

Those two words were complete antonyms.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, according to Nicho, Heeseung was being weirdly out of character and flirting with everyone at the party last weekend.”

Your stomach churned, you hated that you cared who he was and wasn't flirting with. He isn't yours, snap out of it!

Riki must've noticed the look on your face, you never been one to hide your emotions that well.

“It's probably someone that looks like him though!” He quickly added to reassure you.

A few days have passed since your talk with Maki. 3 days to be precise.

You were craving some snacks and decided to run to the convenience store down the street. The sun was setting and your neighborhood was relatively safe but you still wouldn't risk your chances so you picked up the pace a bit. Cursing the sun for setting too fast, the walk was about 10 minutes. 7 if you could help it.

What you didn't expect was to see Heeseung walking around too but he looked so…different? Something about him definitely felt odd.

“Heeseung!” You called out to him.

He turned to look at you, and his eyes gave you chills. He didn't have that sweet, innocent boyish look to them anymore. They felt mature, calculated, and something else you couldn't pinpoint exactly.

“What's up?” His deep voice gave you chills.

Okay what the hell? You knew Heeseung had a nice voice but was it always this deep? Shaking the thoughts out of your head you try to act normal. Ignoring your gut feeling.

“Where have you been?? Did you get sick-”

“Worried about me, princess?” His lips forming a lazy smirk, gaze never leaving yours.

Okay now you're more confused. Heeseung never called you by pet names– and especially not that one.

“I'm okayyy, just needed a breather is all.” He spoke nonchalantly before casually putting his arm around your shoulder as you walked, pulling you close. You flinched slightly, looking at him like he grew two heads. “Relax, I don't bite.” He came closer to your ear, “unless..?”

“Heeseung, did you hit your head or something?” Your words leaving your mouth before you could think twice.

He chuckled, amused by your flustered state.

“Can't a guy be nice and protect his best friend?”

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Today was Monday, and Heeseung came to school. Only problem. He was back to being…Heeseung.

You were starting to wonder if you were hallucinating him the other day.

Maki nudged your shoulder, “what's up with you today?”

“Hmm?” You respond dazed a bit.

“You look stressed, girl. Are you getting any sleep?” He asked worriedly.

“I'm okay–”

“Bro, did you hear about the basketball match? Heeseung totally wiped their ass alone” a guy laughed, his friend responded, “yeah last weekend was insane.”

They walked out of sight but you sat there confused.

Basketball?

Match?

Sunday?

You looked at Maki confused, “was Heeseung with you guys all Sunday?”

“Yeah, why? He stayed overnight at Nicho's.”

Every hair on your body stood up at that.

You saw him and walked with him on that day. There's no way you hallucinated something so vivid but you bit your own tongue instead of prying further.

“Oh just wondering.” You answered shortly with a smile.

Maki could tell there was something more but decided to not pressure you for an answer so he just nodded.

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You were absentmindedly cutting veggies for dinner, humming to yourself with soft jazz playing in the background.

You're interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing, confused, you wipe your heads quickly in your apron to go to open it.

Looking through the peephole you see Heeseung, but he looked different..again. Brushing it off, you open the door.

“Hi cutie,” his demeanor calm but assertive as he welcomes himself in, hand lingering by your hips like it was just a normal Tuesday for him.

“Hey,” you cursed yourself for sounding awkward but he just chuckled softly.

“What are you doing here?” You don't miss the way he very not discreetly eyed you up and down, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Can't I just hang out with my best friend?” There it is again. The way he says those words.. almost like it's a dirty secret.

“Well, at least let me know.” You sigh, resuming to the kitchen, now preparing an extra plate for him.

He sat there watching you intently. Sharp gaze never leaving your figure for too long.

“Are you gonna keep sitting there and not helping me?” You turn, crossing your arms annoyed.

“So bossy,” he steps closer to you now, chest flush against your back. His cologne mixed with his scent making you a little dizzy. “I like it though.” He whispered in your ear before suddenly breaking as if he didn't just make your heart collapse on itself.

“No funny business Lee Heeseung.” You said pointing at him with the knife in your hand, “Yes ma'am” he dramatically puts his hand on his chest before bowing, eyes still fixated on yours.

You roll your eyes at his antics but you both quietly move in rhythm. It was quiet but not the awkward kind but the peaceful kind until he occasionally interrupted it with his shameless attempts at flirting.

You pretend to be unfazed but whatever game he was playing at had you hooked.

After finishing dinner, you insisted on washing the dishes to which he refused.

“Heeseung, I can do it–”

He suddenly grabbed you, carrying you over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing. Letting out a gasp, you yell at him to put you down.

“Nope, you will sit here and wait for me to be done washing the dishes.” He sets you down on the kitchen counter. “But–”

“No buts. Sit.” His low deep voice makes the goosebumps on your skin rise. Letting out a grumble, you let him clean after you two.

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You don't understand Heeseung anymore. One day he's hot and the next he's cold.

One day he's assertive and weird and the next he's sweet and innocent. The sharp contrast making you lose your mind as you scream into your pillows in frustration.

“DUMBASS I HATE YOU”

“Hate who?”

You quickly look up and find Heeseung leaning against your bedroom doorway with an amused look. His eyes glimmered with nothing but trouble.

“Who let you in?” You questioned.

“Myself,” he answered the question like it wasn't a big deal, dangling the keys you had given him to your apartment a long time ago.

Letting out a frustrated sigh before standing up, “Heeseung you can't just barge in–”

“Too bad,” he stepped closer, making your knees hit the bed. You fall into the bed, looking at him like a deer caught in headlights.

Trapping your head between his arms, he hums, clearly enjoying torturing your poor heart.

“I just wanted to see you.” His eyes dropped to your lips then eyes again, “can't I?” Tilting his head innocently. Except nothing about this was innocent.

The words are stuck in your throat as you look at him. Really look at him.

His soft eyes gone again, something about the air around him carried a quiet dominance that made your breath hitch.

Snapping out of your daydreams, you push him off of you, not enough to hurt him but enough to make him move a little.

“Say something, cutie.” He suddenly leaned impossibly closer. His breath smelling of mint and…cigarettes? Wait, since when did Heeseung smoke?

“Did you smoke?” You blurted out before thinking.

“Do you hate it?” He studied your expression.

He was going to be the death of you.

It's been a month now of this weird push and pull dynamic. Every time Heeseung was back to “normal” he would act as if nothing happened between you two leaving you more puzzled. You couldn't figure it out for the life of you.

Sitting at the library in the quiet hours of the evening, you decided to go on reddit of all places to find answers for your slow descent to madness.

“if he's giving you mixed signals, he is a red flag, avoid him!” Is what you mostly got. Sighing in defeat. But Heeseung was anything but a red flag so what the hell is wrong with him? Is it possible for guys to go through a second puberty in the 20s?

Until something caught your eye. Scrolling.

“Beware of doppelgangers!” It reads making you roll your eyes at the obvious attention bait.

I mean what kind of idiot–

“if one day they act normal and the next they are completely different with no explanation you might be dealing with a doppelganger.” You find yourself reading more to validate how insane you felt the past month.

“If they act like they don't remember what they told you before or constantly ditch plans almost as if they didn't even remember planning them. Or how they are mysteriously at two places at the same time, you aren't going crazy.”

“Doppelgangers are known to be sly and reveal the inner secrets and feelings of those who they possess. They are a separate body but the same mind.”

Your eyebrows furrow upon reading more. Suddenly you got a text from Maki, “yo, do you wanna hang out? I'm with Heeseung right now.”

You decline politely, you need time to think and away from him. Then. Suddenly, a drink was placed on your table. Looking up, you froze.

Heeseung?

Okay, what the fuck? How is he here if he's with Maki right now who is at least 20 minutes away. There's just no scientific explanation for this.

“What's wrong, cutie? You look like you have seen a ghost?” He smirks, sitting closer to you, noting how you quickly closed the tabs you were on.

“Oh, it's nothing, just didn't expect you to be here is all.” You replied shortly, rushed. Looking away from him. You were half panicking now.

How does he keep finding me? What the hell?

“Hmm, had a feeling you were here so I got you your usual order. You've been working so hard lately, you deserve a little reward.” He nudged your shoulder, breath too close to your face with a knowing smile.

For some reason every word that left his lips felt like sin. One that you didn't mind.

You didn't know how long you could keep dancing around whatever this is.

You found yourself trapped. Who is the real Heeseung? And is it bad if you like this version of him more?

He keeps getting bolder each time, his feather touch leaving your mind reeling and skin burning for more. You unintentionally avoid the real Heeseung. Too scared to face him and not sure what is true and what isn't anymore.

But deep down you wanted to continue this facade just a little longer.

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“Heeseung are you okay? You seem down in the dumps lately” Maki asked him carefully, sensing how tense he has been.

“I don't know man, I feel like I'm going crazy lately.” He finally confessed.

Maki and Nicho looked at each other and back at him. Patiently waiting for him to continue.

“I don't understand why but for the past month she's been avoiding me like I have the plague! We text sometimes but I swear I don't remember typing half of what I send. I just don't know what I did wrong.” He looked at his friends, his eyes unable to hide the hurt he was feeling as he slumped into his seat. Wallowing in his pain like he's been divorced and lost custody of his kids.

“Heeseung.” Nicholas calmly called his friend.

“Yeah..”

“Do you have feelings for her?”

He blushed before nodding slowly making the other two sigh.

“Just tell her, man!”

“No way! I can't ruin our friendship and lose her.” He pouted.

“At least ask her why she's been avoiding you?” Maki added.

“Sometimes I feel like there's two of me and I can't understand which is me..” Heeseung muttered to himself.

“What was that?”

“Nothing nothing.”

Except it wasn't nothing.

Heeseung walked home alone that night stuck in his own thoughts before he was suddenly grabbed by someone and pulled on an alleyway.

He was ready to confront the person until he saw who it was.

“What the fuck?!”

“Hello to you too Heeseung”

He stared directly at the literal spitting image of himself.

The him who wore leather jackets, styled his hair with gel, rode a motorcycle and was carefree, the version of him that he couldn't ever become.

“No you aren't dreaming or on drugs.” He pulls a cigarette and lighter, looking bored.

“What the hell are you?” Heeseung cursed in his head from his voice cracking.

“Well, for starters, I'm you– more like another version as you can see.” He gestures to his outfit. “The less loser version at least.”

“Hey!”

“Everyone has a doppelganger out there that they eventually meet. And no you can't kill me or you die too.” He smiled at him but it wasn't warm, it was one that made the hairs on his arms stand.

“Your point?” Heeseung had enough.

“Back off of her.” He said nonchalantly.

Her? Who is her–

“Y/n? How do you know her?” His entire demeanor changed, flipping to protective mode.

“Relax, Romeo.” He purred, finding this all some kind of game.

“She doesn't know there's two of you out there and by the looks of it, she likes this version more.” He threw away the cigarette, stepping on it before walking closer.

“Your time is ticking and you're losing horribly.” He laughed at him in a sickening way while resting his hand on his shoulder.

“Good luck.” He– it– whatever he is told him. No warned him.

“She isn't yours!”

“Touché” Smirking, he disappeared into the night. Leaving Heeseung breathless and confused.

What the fuck just happened?

That night he laid awake, refusing to let some version of him take you away from him.

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Finals were now in about 2 weeks and you were cramming like crazy in your room. Lost in your own little world as you often are.

Your phone kept ringing, making you sigh.

“What?” Your voice came out sharper than intended.

“Woah, relax, cutie.” Heeseung chuckled.

“Does this man ever take anything serious?”

You didn't realize you spoke out loud until he unexpectedly responded, “you wound me? You don't think I'm serious?”

You roll your eyes despite him not being able to see you.

“Spill it already, I'm busy.”

Your doorbell rang, “come down cutie.” He said finally before cutting the call. It wasn't a request either, it was a command. Your jaw dropped. He has officially lost it.

Grabbing your cardigan, you went down to open the door.

You are suddenly pulled by him.

“What–”

He puts a helmet on your head before you can protest and grabs your hand, effectively rendering you speechless.

“Come on, let's go for a ride.” He flashed his infamous smirk. Totally unbothered by his own absurdity.

Since when can Heeseung ride a motorcycle??

“Do you even have a license?” You cross your arms. Doubtful.

He dramatically puts his hand on his heart, “you have no faith in me, you wound me, cutie.”

“Good.” You replied sharply but you still found yourself sitting behind him as the engine roared into the quiet night. Your arms wrapped tightly around his waist. Praying he can't hear how loud your heartbeats were.

After a while you arrive at an unknown place where you can view the city lights decorating the skies like stars.

He helps you out of the motorcycle, his hand wrapped around yours tightly.

“Where are we?”

“Somewhere he should've taken you on a long time ago..” He muttered.

“Hmm?” You tilt your head, looking at him confused with your big eyes and lashes fluttering, the wind only adding more to how angelic you look, and it takes every muscle in his body to not hold you and kiss you right there and then.

“Don't worry your pretty head about it, princess.” Anddd he's back to being cocky and flirty again making you glare at him.

You both stared silently at the view ahead. He didn't notice at first but you were looking at him eventually, trying to figure out who or what he is because deep down you knew this wasn't Heeseung. This wasn't your Heeseung.

“Quit eyeing me like a creep and just spit it out.” He said, interrupting the peaceful moment, his sharp gaze boring into your soul.

“Heeseung..”

You remember back to that reddit article you read.

“Doppelgangers are known to be sly and reveal the inner secrets and feelings of those who they possess. They are a separate body but the same mind.”

“What's your end goal here?”

“And don't act dumb with me.” You pointed a finger at him. He grabbed it gently and guided it to his heart.

“You.” He answered like it was the easiest question ever. Like it was whatever.

“I'm serious here” you warned him but your heart was betraying you.

“Who said I wasn't?” He tilted his head at you, confused.

Refusing to spare him another glance you looked away but he kept looking at you. Eventually he sighed and grabbed your chin, “look at me, y/n.” It was the first time your name left his lips since he changed and it made your stomach flip. Hesitantly, you look at him again.

You know this is dangerous, friends don't hold each other like this, friends don't daydream of ‘what ifs’ about each other, friends don't look at each other with yearning eyes.

The lines blur completely when you find yourself leaning closer to him. Feeling his warm breath against your lips.

The tension in the air was cut by the sounds of a phone ringing.

Dazed, you snap out of it and quickly back away, maintaining the appropriate distance because you're just friends.

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“We have one week left, I'm totally screwing this up anyway.” Maki pouted.

“If this is you trying to ditch studying at the library again then forget it.” You stared at him like a mom scolding her kid.

“Come onnnnn,” he shook your shoulder as if you would magically gain more sympathy for the boy.

“No.” You concluded, gathering your books and stepping out of class.

“HEY WAIT” you both turn to find Heeseung running, he stood in front of you two, catching his breath like he ran a marathon.

You have been avoiding Heeseung even more now, refusing to answer his texts or calls after that night. Were you being a coward? Absolutely.

“Can we talk?” He nervously looked at you, “please?” giving you his bambi eyes that you could never say no to. Damn you Lee Heeseung.

“Fine.” You coldly responded, making him shiver at your tone.

Maki quietly excused himself leaving you two alone now in the empty hallways.

You felt your throat close up. You weren't sure how to approach him anymore. You looked at your feet.

“Are you mad at me?” He asked, his voice small and unsure. This was your Heeseung, the timid idiot who always made sure to never overstep or hurt anyone. The one who wore his heart on his sleeves proudly and cared too much.

“Yes.” You tried to keep your tone stern. Not wanting to fall into any more traps.

“Why?” His voice cracked.

“Heeseung.” You finally look up and meet his eyes, wide and filled with confusion and hurt.

The words stabbing at your throat begging to be let out. So many questions and you don't know where to start.

“Can we talk about this later.” There you are once again running away. Running away from him.

Turning your heel to walk away, you are shocked when you feel his hand grab your arm.

“Why do you keep running away from me? Did I do something wrong? Did I upset you? Please just talk to me–”

“Heeseung!” Your voice rising higher. Overwhelmed by the sudden confrontation you no longer hold back what you have been feeling.

“One day you act cold and the next you act…like…like this! I don't understand you anymore! One moment you act like you want me more than a friend and the next you are back to treating me like we are just friends. What do YOU want from me?” The tears now spilling leaving him speechless. He looked so confused and that hurt you more.

Of course he doesn't know. You thought to yourself.

You walk away before you can hear his answer, he stood there shocked and mortified. He wanted to chase after you and apologize but even he wasn't sure anymore of what is real and what isn't.

He wakes up some days feeling like there's something he should know or remember but can't.

What is his or not anymore?

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Today is the first day of finals. You and Heeseung haven't talked since. Everyone around you was confused but didn't say a word. It wasn't like you two to fight and not make up the next day. It wasn't like you two to avoid one another. It wasn't like you two to skip classes. It wasn't like you two to not be found laughing a storm in the cafeteria.

But what was like you two then? Because it seems like neither of you can admit it.

You haven't slept in days, feeling like a walking zombie. You barely even talk anymore.

Maki and Nicholas were getting even more worried about you and him.

“We need to do something about those two.” Maki worriedly tells him.

“But what can we do if they don't even want to look at one another.” Nicholas sighs, frustrated that they can't do much here.

They watched as Heeseung sat alone in the cafeteria looking miserable and unlike himself. He was always the sunshine and mood maker in every room he stepped in but it's like his light has been dimmed.

“I can't keep watching him like this either.” Now it was Maki's turn to sigh.

They had given you two space out of respect but they couldn't just watch you both destroy yourselves like this anymore.

“You look pitiful.” Heeseung looked up from his bed to find him again.

“What do you want? Aren't you happy you can have her now?”

He laughed at him, like actually laughed.

Heeseung's eyebrows furrow, “what's so funny!” He asked, frustrated now.

“We are the same person, dumbass.” He simply responded.

“But didn't you–”

“I said that to make you get your shit together and it seems like you're still the same coward you always were.” “How long are you going to keep doing this? Until you die and she blames herself?”

He can't believe he is essentially getting yelled at by his own self.

“IT'S YOUR DAMN FAULT SHE WON'T EVEN LOOK AT ME” He yelled back, louder.

“I WAS TRYING TO HELP!”

“I NEVER ASKED FOR YOUR HELP!”

“I WISH YOU WOULD JUST DISAPPEAR”

Silence.

They both stared at one another.

No one dared to even move.

“Well. That's too bad.” He spat out suddenly vanishing, leaving Heeseung by himself.

Finals have ended and it is officially summer break season.

Which meant you no longer had to dodge Heeseung in the hallways and pretend he doesn't exist anymore.

Opening your laptop, you found yourself browsing on reddit again. Going back to that article you found.

“Doppelgangers can't be killed without you dying in the process as well but they can be sealed. To truly ‘defeat’ one you must come to accept that it is just another version of yourself that you can't erase. It is still you, still your feelings and mind in another form. They are your deep desires that you are too afraid to speak out into the world.”

“Deep desires?” You muttered to yourself.

“What's your end goal here?”

“And don't act dumb with me.” You pointed a finger at him. He grabbed it gently and guided it to his heart.

“You.” He answered like it was the easiest question ever. Like it was whatever.

“I'm serious here” you warned him but your heart was betraying you.

“Who said I wasn't?” He tilted his head at you, confused.

Did he really mean that..?

You felt like an idiot now.

Somewhere out there Heeseung was reflecting on his actions, having had enough of sitting still and being pitiful. He found himself reading some oddly suspicious article on reddit.

“Can't be killed?” He whispered to no one in particular.

The next day he found himself standing in front of his mirror, he was planning to see you again but not before he confronted him– well himself.

“Oh would you look at that,” speak of the devil. He showed up again with his arms crossed and smirk ever so evident.

“Are you finally coming to your senses?” He asked.

“I am.” Heeseung's tone was firm and sure. No longer hesitant or confused.

“I can't lose her because I'm a coward who can't accept his own feelings like a man. For all my life, I have always done what everyone has told me without any thought and pushed my own desires away thinking they were less important but now I see how that only pushed away the one person I never wanted to lose.”

“If you're a part of myself that I buried deep down, then maybe it's time for me to stop hiding.” He concluded.

“Well done.” That's all he said to Heeseung before suddenly turning into dust slowly and merging back with him.

Heeseung let out a sharp exhale at the feeling in his bones. It's like a part of himself was weirdly back.

After collecting himself, he is suddenly flooded with memories of his other self with you. The memories that were missing from the real him.

Your smile, your flustered face, your warmth, your scolding, you. It was only ever you from the start. His selfish desire.

Making dinner, you stare at the stove like it had all the answers to your problems and maybe it did because then the doorbell rang.

Not sure who it could be at this hour, you step to open it without checking.

In front of you was Heeseung, with his black hoodie and sweats, awkward smile, and comforting presence.

“Hi” he broke the silence first.

“Hey?” You hated that you sounded so unsure of yourself now. Scared that this is another vision and that he wasn't real.

You wordlessly let him in. He followed you to the kitchen, standing opposite of each other.

“I'm sorry” he spoke again.

“I'm sorry I was a coward that confused you and made you think that I…didn't care because I do! I care about you more than anyone, even myself.” He laughed dryly, nervous.

“I love you– more than friends should and I've been such a coward that I buried it all deep inside of me thinking you deserve better but I guess I'm too selfish to let you go.”

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. Tears building in your eyes. His earnest gaze never leaving yours.

“It's okay if you don't feel the same–”

“Heeseung.”

“Its okay if you don't feel the same–”

“Lee Heeseung.”

You step closer and closer, breaking all the walls between you two in seconds as you grab his hoodie. Locking your lips against his. His bambi eyes glowing in the kitchen lighting, shocked.

Pulling back bashfully.

“I love you too, dumbass. More than friends should.” You repeat his words from earlier making him smile.

He grabs the back of your neck, pulling you closer. Needing to inhale the air you breathe. Needing to be as close to you as he physically could.

You both stand there, lips keeping one another warm. His hands grab at your hips, your bodies merging into one. Finally let out all the things you couldn't say to each other through all these years.

He carefully places you on the kitchen counter and you both giggle at the memory because in the end it's not that you loved the other Heeseung more. It's that you loved every version of him.

“Can I be your boyfriend?” He whispered softly between your lips.

“Yes.” You whispered back, hands cradling his face gently before placing a soft kiss on his lips.

You both smile. Maybe you were idiots all along but you wouldn't trade each other for anything. Okay maybe you would trade him for a caramel glazed donut but don't tell him that!

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EPILOGUE:

You and Heeseung are now standing hand in hand in your graduation caps taking photos.

“Heeseung come on we need to take pictures with the others, your girlfriend won't disappear if you leave for one second!” Maki called out exasperated.

“Yeah yeah!” Heeseung yelled back.

“Go,” you giggled, nudging his shoulder playfully.

“Be back princess,” he kissed your lips sweetly before running to Maki and the others to finish taking photos.

This wasn't the end yet but your beginning together.

If you love someone, tell them.

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TAGLIST: @cutehoons02, @k1ttyjwon, @ewsnup, @imaluvsj7 (comment to be added to the series taglist <3)

#seven fatal virtues series #lee heeseung x reader #enha x reader #enhypen #enhypen x reader #enha imagines #lee heeseung #heeseung x reader #engene #enhypen writers #enha #enhypen au #supernatural au

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woundedsoul12 · 2 days ago

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Tell me Tuesday

(But it's Thursday)

Rules: Tell me about your writing! Pick a scene/ chapter from one of your fics (or I'll suggest one! and add any commentary you feel like. Why that line? How come this plot twist? What does the eyebrow waggle MEAN?!?! I want the dirt and I can only smash my face up against the glass of your stories so hard before start to leave smudges.

Thanks for the game @adejareve and for the tags @chaosherald @dags-over-caravans and @blackwall-my-tiny-husband

I wasn't gonna play because I have too many works and no one wants to know what happens in my brain but whatever I will try to choose one and do this (or if someone wants to request one for the future whatever). Not tagging anyone cuz I'm late to the party

So Anyway let's go back in time to New Friendships and Insights. This is one of my favorite things I have written. Mostly because platonic Harding rots my brain. In my HC Harding has to be Rooks BFF they spend a YEAR together

Instead he focuses on his companion. Harding eyeing him wearily. Hand twitching occasionally, as if she would reach for her bow at the slightest indication of trouble from him. Ah, the normal response. He muses to himself. Rook keeps saying it's only been a few days. People will get used to Lucanis’ dual nature.

This is set right after the Ossuary. We show not only does Harding not trust Lucanis but also Lucanis is self depreciating and thinks of himself as a monster who deserves it

And he wonders if it's true. Harding does seem to flinch less often. Her shoulders holding less tension than previous days. He notes the arrow she usually reserves for him is curiously missing from her quiver as she allows her back to be turned to him. But the man hardly doubts much will change. He's an abomination now. He wants to laugh at the irony of the name Demon of Vyrantium. But he doesn't.

But we see attitudes starting to shift. Also I'm sorry but his name is hilariously ironic

“So the usual?” he asks with a raise of his eyebrow. Harding simply nods. Though he notes the slightest smile on her lips as she samples her rich chocolate drink. Savoring its flavor as he busies himself with her two eggs hard fried and ham. And dry toast. He's offered to make her biscuits but she says her ma made toast and that's what she wants. He's appreciative for that little insight about her. Letting the barest hint of her true nature shine through. A touch of trust in him.

He's getting to know them. And they are getting to know and trust him.

At the mention of the Qunari, Spite settles onto the bench near Harding and listens intently. Only Rook can have that effect on the demon, and Lucanis tries not to think too hard on it. For their leader has a similar effect on him.

This is a Spookanis so have to casually bring it up

“Yes. Neve told me the story of the ritual gone wrong.” He has worked himself into a corner. Talking was never his specialty. He needs to think of something. Ask about Bad Hat and Rook. Too close. Thankfully, Spite saves the day.

I will always take every opportunity for Spite to call Neve Bad Hat

“I know the look you give him. Inquisitor Trevelyan used to look at Varric like that. And she used to ask me questions about him for hours.” At the mention of her departed friend, her face falls for the briefest moment. But she recovers quickly before continuing. “It's obvious, you know. And maybe I'm just a romantic at heart, but I would see my two friends happy if possible.” He can't help but feel elated at being called her friend. He wonders if she notices the slip, but he knows she means it. Harding is too earnest to say those words without the full weight of her feelings.

Ugh not only is Rook friend but also Lucanis now.

Lucanis and Spite both listen. Until the door creaks open revealing the man in question. Silencing their talks until a later time. He strides over, giving Harding’s braid an affectionate tug that sends her into giggles before folding himself in the large chair at the head of the table. He winks at Lucanis and the Crow's heart does a little flip as he sets about making Rook's favorite omelet. And as the Qunari falls into an easy conversation with the dwarf, Lucanis can't help but be grateful for new friendships and insights.

Rook tugging her braid is everything to me. Shows their closeness. And that wink at Lucanis? Gahhhh

#dragon age #dragon age the veilguard #da: the veilguard #da4 #dragon age rook #datv rook #rook x lucanis #lucanis x rook #spookanis #rookanis #spite x rook #rook x spite #spite dellamorte #lucanis dellamorte #lace harding #tell me tuesday

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factual-fantasy · 8 hours ago

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29 Asks! Thank you! :}} ☃️

No thoughts on it yet, I still cant afford it <:/

My idea was after the trio left Angel Island to go on their whimsical adventures, they came across a giftshop somewhere in the mountains.

I'm thinking Sonic and Miles found that hat and goofed around with it before putting it on Knuckles' head. The hats design actually reminded him of the 3 of them. So he went to go purchase the hat.

It was expensive, 50 bucks. Knuckles didn't have that but he did have like 15 authentic gold coins from his tribe. Which turned out to be extremely valuable. Safe to say he got the hat and has worn it ever since 👒

@peikonlainen (Referencing this post)

I get spikey when I'm stressed XD

Thank you, and I hope to someday return to that AU and answer those questions. <:) But for now my brain is totally fried 💔

Canonically? I'd say Miles. As for my AU? Knuckles :}

Uhhh... I'm not sure.. maybe it has to do with canvas size? My canvases recently have been 1500x900-ish.

@candyglumboy

Well, usually my vacations are to the beach. Where I spend my time goofing in the sand and what not. :0 That's pretty much it <XD

I've only really been watching Caseoh lately <XD But I'm still subscribed! So far the videos seem to be pretty good! :}

Thank you for the advice! :D

@mimioctoandfriends

(❁´◡`❁)--🌼 Thank you! :}}

I've heard of those 3 shows, but never got into them really..

I really didn't like the character models for Murder Drones and so I never felt like watching it. I still have Gaslight District saved to watch later but haven't gotten around to it...

I've heard of Meta Runner but never really felt interested enough to jump into it <:/

@crowo08

oooo I'll take note of that :0 Thank you!

@chillisreal

Thanks for the advice! :D

@traumatizedartist

XDDD I could always use more cross eyed Megatron

@jbjessie13

When it comes to the canon versions of the characters? Proooobably Tails..?

But when it comes to my AU? I've kind'a molded Knuckles to be my favorite XD

I have not, but I would love to try! It seems like such a vibe honestly. I'm sure my fam would feel the same way! 😎

@virtualworldfp5

Thank you <:) I hope you're having a good day too! :D

@florafandoms @minnesotamedic186

THAT'S blue whale cookie..?? I honestly couldn't tell. She looks incredibly grey..😬

@jayden-for-now

Yoooo that looks so tasty right about now 😭😭😭

@caronaro-flipaclip

I'm not judging myself tho- and accurate things are fun for me. I also just wanna be proud of what I make. If whatever I'm tackling cant be bent into the shape I want then I just dip and draw something else. No biggie👍

@beryl-shade (Link in ask)

My first thought is "Why does that guy have a panther...??" I'm assuming it cant live in the wild for one reason or another- I think Bibi and Cici would think the same <XD

@starry-eye-dreamer

I haven't watched any other Transformers shows, nor do I really plan to- <:/

@rainbowwatermelon7

hahaha.. haha... please do not bite me- <:D

@alexoreality

XDD I sure do! :DD

I am terrified 😅💔

@cattherandom

This idea has been suggested with the phantom ruby, but idk I don't think I want anything to match the power of the Master Emerald. I like it being #1 <:)

I can barely remember her as a character, but I remember liking her design :0

I've heard of it, but I really didn't like the characters models and so I never got into the show. 💔

#my response #sonic the hedgehog

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itzphynix · 1 year ago

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I changed my mind. Hater behavior is undeserved, when it comes to works, & idgaf about holding creators accountable when their games are mid, anymore.

#em.txt #now i only care about how you treat your workers tbh #so there are still series i hate. but now I don't want to be mean to people who put time & effort into making shit #this is about post shift 2. people were too fuckin mean to Rjac for a game he made for free #& as a bitch who loves that game a lot i see your criticisms i understand. but you're not gonna be mean to him abt this #that fucking teen that held that interview & told him he needed to be held accountable for his mistakes. god #he made this shit for free across four years. what can happen in four years? what did he work through?#to deliver you a free game. even if you don't fucking like the game if you invite a creator on to talk about their works #you don't fucking talk to them the way uyeah did. shit was cruel & uncalled for.#this game is fucking good but it's forever going to be burried as a game that's complicated with weird tutorials #ps2 is fun. you should try it. if you don't get it -- ask. I'll answer any question at any time #i will vc you i will write a text doc -- whatever you want. more people need to experience this fucking game #it's compelling in a way few games are to me.#i can homestly only compare it to rain world but not for a reason that's overt & easy to explain. more in how it feels to play #rather than what you do.#man. idk. i gotta learn how to talk about shit i love without being mean now #this started because i was talking mad shit to my friends & it asked me to stop because i was downtalking something she loved a lot #& i realized this isn't fun for people. i thought we were having fun but tbh? I'm just a mean negative bitch #& that's not fun. that's mean.#i have to redo this character arc from when i was 13 because i guess I didn't learn it the first time around #cynicism doesn't make you funny or cool. it makes you mean & unfun to be around. finding kind things to say is tougher.#if you can present your criticism nicely then maybe you can criticize too #but that alone does not a good critique make & it definitely don't make you fun at parties #listen. i am still gonna be a bitch. but i am going to be less of one.

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luvcaleb · 5 months ago

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I'LL BE GENTLE.

nsfw (18+). includes first time, virginity loss, unprotected sex, porn with feelings, caleb is a virgin loser who pretends he's a sex god but is actually ready to cum the moment he slides it in, cunnilingulus, lots of nicknames, belly bulge because caleb is huge, creampie (because i firmly believe he's into breeding). likes and reblogs will be very helpful !!

”Hng... is it all in yet?”

The question almost sounds silly, reminiscent of the times you went on trips with Caleb and you'd ask him if you were there yet every five minutes. But you can't laugh now because you feel like your body's about to split apart, filled to the brim as Caleb breaches your cunt as slowly as he can manage.

He's gripping each side of your waist, his restraint felt through the faint trembling of his fingers. Be patient, he chants in his mind, sweat dripping down his temples. If you're not careful, you're going to hurt her.

But all that leaves his mouth is, “Just half. You're too tight, pipsqueak. Feels like you're about to cut my dick off.”

“Half?!” you exclaim in disbelief. You do know for a fact that Caleb is quite... big. Not that you have a frame of reference — this is the first time you've seen one, most definitely the first time you've ever taken one, but knowing you only have half inside you when you feel full is. Kind of making you crazy. Just a bit.

You hit him in the chest with a loose fist. “This is your fault. You're too big.”

Caleb laughs weakly, sounding like the wind is knocked out of him. “You're blaming me for something I can't control now?”

“Yes, I am. How do you even— walk around with that thing? I don't think that's a normal size.” You're blabbering. All you've said thus far is probably the most unsexy thing Caleb's ever heard, nothing like the dirty talk in the porn DVDs under Caleb's childhood bed that he insists were from his high school friends and he didn't watch any of it.

Even so, the desire in Caleb's eyes doesn't dwindle. He leans down to caress your cheek, the softness in his expression making your heart race. “Well, too bad. This is the only one you're getting.” He traces the line of your jaw, peppering kisses over the column of your neck. “You can't do this with anyone but me, right?”

It isn't a question, and Caleb certainly won't take no for an answer.

“...Caleb, you say the craziest things someti— ?!” You squeak as Caleb starts rubbing your clit in tight circles, sucking new marks onto your collarbone. You loosely grasp his flicking wrist, conflicted between pushing his hand away or pulling it closer. “Don't— do that so suddenly— ah!”

“I know you can take me in. You just have to try harder,” he murmurs to your skin, feeling your walls spasm around his cock with every flick of his fingers. Watery noises soon follow his motions, embarrassingly audible along with the whimpers you try and fail to hide. His heart squeezes in his chest when you hold onto his back tighter, letting out small ‘ah-ah-ah’s that send heat directly to his cock.

“Caleb...” you mutter weakly, dazed eyes staring at the ceiling. “Caleb...!” you gasp with more urgency when he changes the rhythm, rubbing faster as he slowly slides another inch inside your pussy.

“Just a bit more, baby...” Caleb hisses as you engulf him in your warmth, walls clenching around him wetly. “Yeah, that's it... just like that... mn, good girl...”

Finally, you feel his pelvis press against your skin, the entirety of his thick cock inside you. You let out a shuddering breath, fingers running through Caleb's sweat-matted hair, attempting to adjust to the new sensation of fullness.

The feeling of being full is indescribable; it feels new, perhaps a bit uncomfortable, and yet it's also fulfilling, knowing you're connected with the person you've always longed for in the most intimate way possible.

Caleb's panting with the exertion of holding back, his hand cupping your cheek, tenderly swiping over the soft skin with his thumb. “Do you feel any pain?”

You shake your head, leaning to his warm palm. “No, I just feel... a lot right now.”

Caleb smiles in relief, pecks a kiss on your forehead, and sucks in a breath when his gaze trails lower on your body. His hand on your waist moves to splay on your stomach, the direct pressure evoking a sharp “ah!” out of your lips.

“N... no way...” you stare at the faint bulge in both mortification and arousal. “Is that— your—”

Your stomach is... not supposed to look like that. It isn't, right? But Caleb is looking at you with such awe and wonder, tracing the highest point of the bulge on your stomach, the tendrils of desire swirling in his gaze darkening further.

Slowly, Caleb pulls out until only the tip remains inside, and you watch as your stomach flattens with his movement. “Fuck,” he says with feeling. “Please tell me I can move.”

No, you can't, you want to say. Just the sight of him filling you up — in the literal sense of the word — is overwhelming. But you know Caleb is holding back for your sake. Always has been.

Has held back probably before you could even remember, playing the role of an older brother figure looking out for his reckless sister to suppress the feelings he's long learned to ignore. Has held back every time a boy looked at you with lovestruck eyes in high school, staring at the love letter on your desk but never commenting on it. Has held back whenever you told him you were going to a mixer your friends cajoled you into joining, zipping up your dress for the night and reminding you to call him when you were done so he could come pick you up.

He has been holding back even just a while ago, patiently stretching you open with his fingers as he kissed away the apprehension in your eyes, often asking you if it hurt and if you wanted to stop. And if you said yes, he really would; he'd wash you up, carry you to the dining table, and cook up a midnight snack for you before cuddling to sleep. You know that because Caleb would do anything for you.

So now, with the veins on his arms pronounced from the strain of gripping the sheets, his eyes attentively looking at your expression for any signs of pain, you can only say one thing. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to give him a chaste kiss on the lips.

“Fuck me, Caleb.”

There's a hitch of a breath. And then he slides home.

Each thrust of his hips is pronounced with wet plaps, obscenely loud while slick dribbles out of your cunt, pooling into the sheets beneath you. His cock is covered in your arousal, glistening in your wetness, and he pounds into you again and again, watching your cunt cling to him every time he pulls out.

“You seriously...” Caleb groans, his loving gaze tinted with hungry desire. A delighted thrill runs through him each time you call his name sweetly, nails raking down lines on his back, the cutest noises leaving your mouth. “I wanted to treat you gently, but I can't hold back if you say it like that.”

He's dreamed of this for a long time, as far back as a teenager hitting puberty. The prettiest girl on his bed, disheveled by his doing, clinging around him as he pounds her to the mattress, able to take her however he wants and allowed to whisper the overflowing affection he feels without needing to hide it anymore.

It was once a fleeting dream. Just something he knows will never come true, so long as your relationship doesn't change. At one point, your relationship even almost seemed irreparable.

But you stubbornly pulled him back to you. Even when it hurt you. Even when he was content to look after you from a distance. Even when he accepted that no matter how much he wanted you, his love would never mean anything if you didn't love him back.

But you allowed him this much. You allowed him to be in such close proximity, to shower you with affectionate kisses, to lick up your tears. You gave yourself to him, your firsts, your heart, your love.

It's more than he ever hoped for.

“Mine...” he mumbles to himself, kissing at every expanse of skin he can reach. “You're really mine...”

Caleb's hands roam over your curves, caressing your body with care, plucking away at all your sensitive spots. A smattering of red marks appear with every press of his lips, and he never gets enough of seeing them bloom.

“C-Caleb, don't suck there... Everyone's going to see them,” you whine, trembling with the pleasure. His hips never stop driving forward, aimed at the spot that makes your toes curl, your walls squeezing down on him. It's hot, wet, and so damn good to feel you gushing around him, soaked in your warmth.

“Let them see.” He sucks another mark beneath your jaw. Satisfaction curls deep in his chest when he thinks how it'll peek through the collar of your hunter's uniform. “It'll drive away the pests.”

It's not something he'd say on an ordinary day. But restraint slips from his fingers each time you indulge him, and this time is no different.

“Ah, mmh, haa...!”

“Does it feel good when I thrust shallowly like this?” He presses insistently against a spot that has you writhing, clawing at his back. “Or you like being fucked deep?”

He sheathes himself in one go, the sound of his balls smacking against your ass absolutely filthy. Squealing, you cream around him, fresh spurts of slick soaking his cock. “Fuck,” you gasp, grasping at his broad shoulders for purchase.

Caleb grins. “Yeah,” he breathes out, feeling your wetness drip down his thighs, “that's what I thought.” And he does it again.

Plap, plap, plap. The slap of skin on skin continues to ring out, each time wetter than the last. You're trying to bury yourself under the covers, but Caleb certainly doesn't mind the mess. Revels in it, even, watching the glistening slick coat him further.

“Come on, now, don't hide your face,” he coos, picking up the blanket you've taken to hiding your face with. “I want to see you.”

“Mmgh... no way...” your voice is trembling, teary eyes looking up at him in a show of upset. “I'm— ah— making a weird face right now...!”

“No, you're not.” He presses a kiss on your forehead. Your closed eyes. The tip of your nose. “You're so cute. The most gorgeous woman I've ever laid eyes on. So don't try to hide, yeah? Let me see you.”

“Ah, hn, Caleb, that's— !”

“Feels good here?”

“Yes, yes, right there! Ohh...”

Caleb groans, “You just squeezed me so tight.” He licks a stripe up the valley of your breasts, tongue swirling around a nipple, all the while never leaving his eyes on your pleasured expression. When he grinds against a spongy spot, you jolt underneath him, a loud cry of his name spilling from your lips.

So cute so cute so cute, the desperate chant in his mind continues to say, his hips tirelessly driving forward to plunge into your warmth. You sound so sweet, gasping and moaning uncontrollably, crying out for his cock.

“Caleb,” you sob, trying to string together a coherent thought. “Is it just me or, mmph, you became even bigger?”

Caleb laughs, almost apologetic. A peck lands on your jaw. “Sorry, sweetheart. I can't help it.”

You hit your fist on his back. “Help it! I think I'll split into two if there's even just an extra centimeter in me...!”

“Even if you tell me that much...” he hisses through gritted teeth, trying to keep his head clear in spite of your walls spasming against him, hot and wet and so slick he hears every move he makes. “Mm, fuck... You feel too good inside, baby... I've been trying not to cum since we started...”

He buries his face to your neck, breathing in your scent. You shiver, his warm breath tickling your skin, thrusts slowing but hitting deep all the same. “A-are you close, Caleb?”

“I'm doing all I can so I won't be, pips.”

“Well, I...” you swallow, weaving your fingers through his hair. “I don't mind if you... cum first.”

“No.” His hands find your thighs, gripping at the soft flesh to spread your legs wider. Your folds are an enticing color, sucking around his cock, and he has to bite his lip to avoid letting out a pathetic moan. “This night is about you. I want to make you feel good.”

He sits up, and you almost protest when he pulls out, the gaping emptiness nearly leaving you cold. “Wait—”

“Shh,” Caleb leans down, hooking your legs over his broad shoulders. “Leave everything to me.”

He pools saliva at the tip of his tongue, letting it drip down your cunt. He smears it messily around your clit with his thumb, rubbing and prodding, watching your face twist in pleasure with a hooded gaze.

“Caleb, you— haa!”

Whatever you're about to say is interrupted by a scream when Caleb begins to lick, his tongue lapping at your pussy almost hungrily. He swirls it around your little bud, encloses it around with his lips to suck. You begin pulling his hair when he dips his tongue inside your hole, drinking up the juices that overflow and drip down his chin.

Caleb has never looked so disheveled before, sweat dotting his skin and almost looking feverish. He looks drunk between your legs, utterly intoxicated by your taste, lapping up everything he can collect on his tongue. He doesn't mind suffocating like this, his nose buried in your scent, sucking your essence. He certainly doesn't mind it when you start grinding on his face, pulling him even closer, nearly leaving him with no room to breathe. His cock feels close to bursting at the sounds you make alone.

“Ohh, that feels so good, Caleb! Mm...!”

“Shit, you really like this, huh...”

Caleb doubles his efforts, plunging his fingers into your cunt alongside his tongue. He spreads your hole, digs his digits deep, thoroughly pleased when your wetness never stops leaking. It just keeps coming out, soaking his fingers and the bottom half of his face.

“Caleb, I'm close,” you whine as you shake, hips grinding back to his skilled mouth, “I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, cumming—”

You moan high and reedy, back arching as you lose yourself to the pleasure. Yet at the first spurt of cum that lands on his tongue, Caleb quickly sits up and pulls out his fingers.

He pins your legs to the mattress and thrusts back inside in one go, your pussy still spasming from cumming.

“Fuck!” you scream, nails scratching down his back. “Wait, I'm still cumming! I just came!”

Caleb doesn't stop, fucking his cock deeper with each splash of your cum soaking his skin. “You're so fucking tight when you cum, fuuuck...” he hisses, hastening his thrusts, hips having a mind of their own. Everything feels so good that his mind is getting dumbed down from your delicious warmth. “Baby, give me one more, I have to feel you cumming around me.”

He pounds you to the mattress relentlessly, every trace of restraint gone in his body. The only thing in his brain is the single-minded focus of making you cum again, pulling out more sweet noises from your mouth. He delights in each spurt of arousal that comes out when he presses against a good spot, and he knows it's good because you squeeze around him so nicely.

“It feels so good,” you sob to his shoulder. “Caleb, ohh, ahn!”

“Feels good for me too, princess. You're perfect, fuck!” Caleb snaps his hips, almost reaching completion. “I'm gonna cum soon. Where do you want it, princess? Where do you want me to cum?”

You wrap your legs around his waist, causing him to slide even deeper inside you. “Inside! Cum inside!”

He swears under his breath, cock pulsing. His hand travels south to toy with your clit again, rubbing incessantly to make you cum faster. Clear liquid squirts out of your cunt and he fucks you through it sloppy, holding your legs steady while you writhe from the overstimulation.

“I'm going to cum inside you, baby.” With one last thrust, he stills inside your cunt, releasing his cum deep inside. “Ohh, princess, I'm cumming— take every last drop, fuck, shit—”

He crushes you to the mattress, squeezing you in his arms as his cock shoots out strings of cum. “You did so well,” he murmurs, kissing everywhere he can reach. You lean more to his touch, tired yet fulfilled. “Sorry, that was too much, wasn't it? Does your body hurt?”

“I'm fine...” you wince when you feel cum drip out of your cunt at the slightest shift of position. “...Caleb.”

He's still kissing you all over your face, hands cupping your cheeks. “Hm?”

“You're still hard.”

Another kiss on your brow. “Don't mind it, princess. I'll handle it myself.”

“Oh...” you fiddle with the tag on his necklace, gnawing on your lip. “I was going to say I could help out.”

“...”

“Caleb? ...Did you just cum a little?”

“No, fuck, just— come here.”

#love and deepspace #caleb x reader #caleb x you #lads #lads x reader #love and deepspace x reader #caleb x reader smut #love and deepspace x reader smut #love and deepspace smut #lads smut

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bloggerspam · 3 months ago

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Cousins, Clones and Conning the Family

Family Reunion AU, where cousins Maddie and Clark try to smuggle their clone children into the family reunion that happens every 5 years and pretend they've been there the whole time.

Spoiler alert, one of them does significantly better than the other. Mainly Kid POV, and also on AO3! Multichapter. ===

The problem with big family reunions, Danny thinks, is how utterly fucking lost Danny is all the gosh dang time.

"Well now, you're Maddie's son now ain'tcha? How old is you now?" The woman standing before him guffaws, ruffling his hair. He lets it, trying desperately to remember the speadsheet Jazz created for the family and (obviously) failing to recall this woman's name.

Agatha? Selene? Riri? No, Aunt Riri is over there—

"Yes ma'am," Danny smiles up at the unnamed aunt, accent going a little twangy like it always does at these functions, "I'll be hittin' 17 in a coupl'a months or so."

"My, my, you youngin's sure grow like weeds!" The aunt coos, gesturing to a height by her hip, "You used to be this tall last time I saw ya, betcha don't r'member me now do ya?"

It's a trap. If he says he doesn't remember, which is expected at reunions such as these that happen every 5 years or longer, she'll start going on and on about the stories she has of the family. Danny would have to stand here and demure and laugh at these cousins he doesn't really remember too well, but know enough to know that she's gotten them all mixed up.

"Pshaw," Danny doesn't react when a whisper breathes the answer into his ear, "I'd never forget a pretty lady like you, Aunt Helena!"

It works like a charm.

The second he's out of her clutches, he feels around for a cold spot. There, trailing just behind him, is Ellie. She's not invisible anymore, so he tucks her under his arm and bee-lines it towards the metaphorical kid's table.

"Thanks, Ellie. Weren't you supposed to stay with Dad?" Danny leads them around, trying to avoid any other mishaps. "Did Jazz send you?"

"She made me flashcards!" Ellie smirks up at him, ignoring his other question and pulling a corner of an index card out from the palm of her hand. She's always been better than him at manipulating the ecto in her body, for obvious reasons. Danny's not bitter about it at all.

"Damn, all I got was a presentation." Danny grumbles. Jazz and Dad somehow know every single one of their family members, which is ludicrous when even Mom doesn't know despite it being her side of the family.

He still can't really believe how big his family actually is, but he supposes that's natural. He only sees them once every couple of years, the only relative they see even on a remotely regular basis is Aunt Alicia, who has no kids and refuses (rightfully so) to remarry.

Danny's fine with that, he gets the best of both worlds after all. Cozy holiday stays with Aunt Alicia and he has places to stay all over the country if he really needs it, no questions asked.

Plus, crazy as they can be, these reunions have always felt like a big country festival for Danny.

"She likes me better." Ellie snickers, tugging him back to avoid Uncle Charlie's drunken stumbling.

"Everyone likes you better," Danny rolls his eyes, pushing Ellie's head down and ducking to avoid a stray kid's toy flying overhead, "I like you better."

As if somehow knowing Danny's being self deprecating again, Jazz shows up to smack him on the head. "I like both of you equally in special ways."

Danny makes a disgruntled noise, grumbling as he rubs his head, "Mooooom, Jazz is therapizing me again!"

Even though he was only half joking, Mom does show up specifically to laugh at him. "Honey, your father and I love all our children equally!"

"It's a secret," Dad says from behind Jazz, kids climbing all over him, "But Ellie's the favorite!"

"Jack!" Mom yells at the same time Jazz screams, "Dad!"

Ellie dissolves into giggles, making everyone but Dad helplessly laugh. It's good to see Ellie laugh, she does it a lot but it still doesn't feel like it's enough. Danny picks her up, giggling mess and all, and tosses her at Dad.

She lands, as expected, straight into the pile of children who scream and accept her easily.

"Nice." Jazz chuckles, this time patting him gently on his head in approval. Danny shrugs, dusting his hands off and heading back towards salvation: the food.

He and Jazz mingle a bit, exchanging greetings and school updates with the Aunts and Uncles they occasionally bump into, making their way slowly through and keeping an eye out for the other cousins.

Eventually, Jazz gets nabbed by Cousin Dermot just as Danny reaches the table, tossing a pig-in-a-blanket into his mouth and chewing with glee. The locals of the family usually something potluck style—and though Dad's genes are strong and the Fentons can't cook, the bulk of the Walker family definitely can.

In fact—Great Aunt Martha said she was going to bring some mini pies right?

Danny spies a pile of them in the middle of the large table and reaches for one, only to bump into the spikes of black fingerless gloves.

The gloves are, of course, attached to someone else.

It's a boy, around Danny's age, in a spiked leather jacket (matching the gloves) and white tee shirt with ripped jeans. He's got the tiniest John Lennon sunglasses and piercings everywhere—it makes Danny squint at him, with how much the sun keeps catching on everything—the spikes, the piercings, the metal arms of the sunglasses, is this dude also wearing lipgloss?

Danny's not judging, a guy can appreciate proper hydration to avoid chapped lips or even just for the aesthetic, but it doesn't help with the glare.

"Sorry, my bad." Right, okay, city slicker then. Not that Danny's much of a country boy or anything. "Did my spikes get you?"

Maybe Cousin Jenny brought a plus one? Danny eyes the guys jeans—they look tight. Was Cousin Mark into guys? Is this dude a guy or possibly a masculine girl? Ack. Stupid sun frying his brain.

"It's okay," Danny says, blinking away and tossing mini pie to the other person. "Aunt Martha's pies are worth the minor injury. You comin' in with one of the cousins?"

"Uh, yeah." Citypunk looks at Danny nervously, "I mean, I am one of the cousins." The guy bites his lips, shrugging, "Uh, one of the Kents, actually. Ma's real proud of the pies."

Danny blinks.

"…You're not Jon." Danny says, very carefully and slowly.

"…No…" Stranger Danger draws his vowels out, "I'm Conner. His, uh, older brother? Can't blame ya for being confused though!"

"…You can't." Danny agrees, because out of the two them, Danny definitely isn't to blame for the confusion.

"Yeah, lots of cousins, and all," Curiouser and Curiouser beams at Danny, shrugging and rubbing the back of his neck, "Plus, I know Jon's more sociable at these things."

"Right, he really is rambunctious, that guy." Danny nods, as if that's the problem, and not the fact that Danny knows every single cousin his age. Big as his family might be, Danny's generation came out the smallest. Cousin Jenny and Cousin Mark are the only two his age.

With Ellie and Jazz each being four years younger and older than Danny, and the other cousins being well beyond those ages in gaps, there is no way this guy is a cousin.

"Don't worry," Punk'd laughs self deprecatingly, "I know he's the favorite. even if Mom won't admit it."

Danny feels a vein throb in his right temple.

He's unsure if he should slowly back away or get up in the guy's face. It's just—now that Danny thinks about it, if wedding crashing is a thing, does that mean family reunion crashing is a thing too?

What's the protocol here? Should he fight this guy for having the audacity to use Great Aunt Martha's name in vein?

Wait, no, that's Jesus.

Is Great Aunt Martha Catholic? ...Is that the one with Jesus, or was that Christianity?

Wait, Danny, you knuckle head, Uncle Clark was adopted. Conner could be adopted too! Even though he looks exactly like that Uncle Clark when he was younger…

"Is this your first time at a reunion?" Danny ventures, "We only have 'em—"

"Every 5 years, yeah." Conner huffs, "Nah, I just used to hide with Ma in the kitchens."

Okay, clearly Great Aunt Martha isn't in on this, because Danny used to hide with Great Aunt Martha in the kitchens. Danny's about to lose his shit on this guy—or maybe sic Ellie on him. Whichever is worse.

"Oh yeah? That's must have been cozy." Danny grits out, taking a deep breath so his eyes don't flash.

"Yeah, it was!" Conner beams shyly. though all Danny sees is a smug smirk. "She's real nice-like, I'm sure you know. Real lucky to have her for a Grandma."

"Real lucky." Danny agrees, because Great Aunt Martha really was one of the better Great Aunts. Though most of the Walker Kin were hardy and tough, in that badass kind of way. Mom really liked Great Aunt Martha's lessons on bull wranglin' back when they were younger. "Speakin' of, she ain't here?"

"Nah," Conner makes a sad little pout. "She hadta stop by Auntie Agatha's for an emergency. She left two days ago, so she's runnin' a little behind. Cl—Dad went to go pick her up."

Danny squints at the possible imposter. That sounded like he was going to call Uncle Clark by his name, which makes things confusing for Danny. Guy will call Aunt Lois Mom but he won't call Uncle Clark Dad easily? Maybe he's a kid Aunt Lois had before marrying Uncle Clark? But Aunt Lois would never hide a kid, and Great Aunt Martha would never let her treat a kid like that. That's not even taking into account that this kid looks way too much like Uncle Clark for it to be a fucking coincidence. Plus, Danny knew about Aunt Aggie's emergency and how she might not be making it to this year's reunion—this gives Conner's story credibility.

But Danny knows that the best way to lie is with truths, even if the truths are confusing.

So what the hell is going on? Is Clockwork fucking with him? Did an alternate timeline get switched with his?

It wouldn't be the first time, but Clockwork at least had the decency to let him know at least.

"What the—" Danny blinks, as Conner picks up a very familiar, eye-searingly green colored post it note that was stuck to the plate under a mini pie. "Is this yours?"

"Yeah," Danny huffs. taking the note and rolling his eyes as lies roll off his tongue, "Sorry, y'know how it goes with Jazz."

"Oh, yeah." And Danny has to give it Conner, he at least rolls with the punches real quick, "I heard about it but didn't ever uh, see it in action."

"Really?" Danny feigns surprise, head pulsing in irritation at the words all is as it should be written in purple pen. There's no mocking smiley face, but Danny feels it in the ink anyway. "Thought she got all the cousins at the last reunion."

Conner chuckles nervously, "Oh, yeah—Guess I'm just, easy to miss you know?"

"Uh huh…" Danny eyes the guy and his piercings and very distinct style, from the tip of his clearly styled hair and needlessly ostentatious big black studded boots. "…Right."

Conner laughs, wincing. "These're new. High school debut."

"…You're a freshman?" Danny tilts his head, squinting.

"Junior." Conner automatically corrects, before stiffening. "…I just wanted to reinvent myself for Junior Prom."

"Right." Danny repeats, drawing out the vowels and finally giving up. He can tell Conner already knows what Danny is going to ask, and is trying to exit this conversation post-haste.

Fortunately for Conner and unfortunately for Danny, Jazz comes barreling in, almost knocking the former out in the process as she grips the latter's biceps tightly with her eyes wide and nervous.

Unfortunately for Conner and fortunately for Danny, though the look in Jazz's eyes thoroughly distracts the latter and gives the former a window to escape, Jazz's hissed out words end up keeping Conner rooted to the floor.

"Baby Jon has powers!" Jazz hisses as she moves Danny away from the possible imposter a couple feet. Even though she says it low enough for only Danny to hear, Conner's wide eyes as he whips his gaze towards them suggests that Jon's not the only one with powers.

And then words actually register along with that thought.

Danny hisses out the first thing he thinks of. "Since when?? I thought he took after Aunt Lois!"

"Since now," Jazz gruffs, switching her grip to drag Danny away, "and I need you to do something about it!"

"What?" Danny doesn't struggle, going along even as he eyes Conner who seems to be following them at a distance. "Why?"

Jazz pushes him towards the kid's area, rushing out a frantic "He's in the bounce house with Ellie!"

Danny freezes, or tries to even as Jazz keeps tugging him along, before shaking off her hand and booking it towards the bounce house.

Once the bounce house (a castle) comes into view, Danny clocks several things in succession:

One: Ellie and Jon are thankfully the only ones in the bounce house right now.

Two: Ellie and Jon are laughing, and through the mesh Danny can see Ellie watching Jon jump way too high to be considered normal.

And three: The bounce house is about to fucking tip over.

There's a gaggle of Aunts herding the younger cousins towards the food that's dense enough for cover, but sparse enough for Danny to dash through.

Between one blink and the next, he disappears.

#here we go again #the fentons and kents are branch families of a giant family #martha kent is maddie's aunt #good parents jack and maddie #danny phantom #my writing #dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #danny fenton #kon el kent #jazz fenton #ellie fenton

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solxamber · 8 months ago

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Pick Us!

In which you have to choose a club and it looks like everyone wants a piece of you.

Part 2 (Choosing a club)

You were minding your own business, dodging Grim's increasingly creative ways to get you to buy premium tuna, when Crowley swept in with his usual dramatic flair.

“Ah, my dear pupil!” he exclaimed, arms wide like a bad community theater actor. “To better immerse yourself in school life, you must join a club. It’s mandatory!”

Before you could protest or ask any clarifying questions, he disappeared in a swirl of his cape, leaving you standing there with nothing but Grim’s unsympathetic shrug.

Naturally, this information traveled faster than you could process it, because the next thing you knew, Ace was practically dragging you by the arm across campus.

The Basketball Club

“Alright, listen,” Ace began, spinning a basketball on one finger and grinning like he just invented the sport. “You’re obviously joining the basketball club. It’s the best. I’m here, Floyd’s here, and even Jamil’s here, so really, it’s a no-brainer.”

“Is that supposed to sell it?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“Uh, yeah!” he said, tossing the ball toward you. It immediately bounced off your hands and hit the floor. Ace, undeterred, caught it mid-bounce and gave you a wink. “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you. I’m, like, super good at this. Just ask him!”

From across the gym, some poor guy—bless his heart—tried to nod in support, but you caught the nervous look he shot Ace instead.

“Okay, sure,” you said, “but isn’t this just an excuse for you to show off?”

“Maybe,” Ace said with zero shame, dribbling the ball dramatically before attempting a layup. The ball bounced off the rim and into Floyd’s waiting hands.

“Shrimpy!” Floyd called, tossing the ball behind his head without looking (and still somehow making the shot). “Join the club. It’ll be fuuuuun.”

You hesitated, because with Floyd, “fun” could mean literally anything. “Define fun,” you said cautiously.

“Simple! You, me, and Ace crushing people in games!” Floyd grinned, leaning closer to you. “And if anyone tries to mess with you, I’ll squish ‘em.”

Ace groaned. “Floyd, you can’t just threaten people into joining.”

“Why not?” Floyd asked, genuinely puzzled.

“Because it’s weird!”

“No, it’s effective,” Floyd countered, shooting you another toothy grin. “C’mon, Shrimpy, you’re already here. I’ll even let you call the plays. Or, you know, not. Whatever.”

“...You’re just bored, aren’t you?”

“Obviously,” Floyd admitted, leaning lazily against the wall. “But hey, if you join, I won’t let Ace hog the ball. Win-win, right?”

And then there was Jamil, who had been sitting silently on the sidelines, observing the chaos with his usual exasperated expression.

“Are they done?” he asked, finally standing and walking over to you.

“I don’t think so,” you replied, watching as Floyd tried to steal the ball from Ace mid-dribble.

Jamil sighed. “Typical.” He glanced at you, his tone cool and measured. “Ignore them. They’re just trying to drag you into their antics.”

“Antics?” Floyd repeated, offended.

“Yeah, Jamil,” Ace added, narrowing his eyes. “What’re you implying?”

“I’m implying you’re both terrible at convincing people,” Jamil said smoothly. He turned back to you. “If you’re interested in joining the club, you’ll actually get something out of it. Physical exercise, teamwork, strategy. And if you stick around, I’ll make sure you’re not stuck with them during practice.”

“Hey!” Ace protested.

Floyd just laughed. “Jamil’s still salty about the last scrimmage.”

“Hardly,” Jamil said, arching an eyebrow. “I’m just pointing out that if you want to learn how to actually play, you’d be better off with me.”

You blinked. “Are you… offering to train me?”

He shrugged, but there was a faint smirk on his face. “If it means saving you from their nonsense, yes.”

All you can do is sigh and say "I'll think about it"

Track and Field Club

You barely made it out of the basketball club’s gym alive when Deuce grabbed your wrist like his life depended on it. His expression was that unique combination of earnest and panicked—classic Deuce.

“Wait, don’t decide yet!” he said, already dragging you down the corridor. “You haven’t even seen the track and field club! You might like it better!”

“Deuce,” you began, trying to keep up without tripping. “I haven’t even—”

“Just come on!”

Before you knew it, you were standing on the edge of the outdoor track, blinking in the sunlight as Deuce shoved you forward like he was presenting a prize to a panel of judges. Jack, in the middle of sprint drills, stopped mid-stride to look over at you. His tail flicked once, and he jogged over with that intimidating mix of focus and curiosity he always had.

“You’re trying to recruit them?” Jack asked, crossing his arms.

Deuce nodded, puffing out his chest like he was making the ultimate sales pitch. “Yeah! Track and field’s way better than basketball. No offense to those guys.”

“I take offense,” you muttered, but neither of them heard.

“Plus,” Deuce continued, “we’ve got variety. Running, jumping, throwing—you can do anything. It’s not just bouncing a ball around, you know?”

Jack nodded in agreement. “It’s good for discipline. Builds strength, endurance, and focus. If you want to improve yourself, this is the place to do it.”

“Uh-huh,” you said, glancing at the track. “And what if I… don’t exactly have focus?”

“That’s fine!” Deuce said, grinning brightly. “We’ll help you! Right, Jack?”

Jack nodded. “Of course. We’ll start with basic drills.” He gave you a once-over, sizing you up. “How’s your stamina?”

“Define… stamina,” you said cautiously, because you had a feeling your answer wasn’t going to impress him.

Jack’s ears twitched, and he leaned slightly closer. “How far can you run without stopping?”

“Uh,” you began, nervously shifting your weight. “To the fridge?”

Jack blinked. “...You’re joking, right?”

Deuce coughed loudly, clapping a hand on Jack’s shoulder. “Don’t worry about that! Everyone starts somewhere, right? Besides, they’re here because they want to try something new.”

You stared at Deuce. “I don’t remember saying that.”

“Exactly!” he continued, ignoring you entirely. “Think of how awesome it’d be to have us training you! We’ll get you in the best shape of your life. Right, Jack?”

Jack, who was still mildly horrified by your fridge comment, hesitated. “...Sure.”

Deuce, now fully in salesman mode, gestured to the track like it was some sort of holy land. “And you don’t have to worry about teamwork stuff! You can focus on your personal goals and—”

“Unless you’re in a relay,” Jack interjected.

“Right, but relays are cool!” Deuce added quickly. “Like… team spirit, you know?”

You glanced between the two of them, taking in Jack’s intensity and Deuce’s enthusiasm. They were both staring at you with a mix of hope and determination, and honestly, it was kind of endearing.

“Okay,” you said slowly. “If I join, do I get to skip the first practice?”

“No,” Jack said immediately.

Deuce grinned sheepishly. “But we’ll go easy on you!”

“Jack doesn’t look like he believes that.”

Jack tilted his head, his tail swishing once. “You’ll thank me later.”

“I’m not sure I’ll survive later,” you muttered.

Deuce ignored that, clapping his hands together. “Great! I knew you’d love it here! C’mon, let’s give them a quick demo, Jack!”

Before you could protest, the two of them took off around the track, moving at speeds that made you feel dizzy just watching. Deuce kept glancing back to grin at you, while Jack stayed focused, every stride perfect.

You stood there, bewildered and vaguely impressed, wondering if joining any club was a good idea at all. Still, as Deuce stumbled back toward you, sweaty but grinning like a puppy who just fetched a stick, you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Think about it, okay?” he said, hands on his knees as he caught his breath. “We’d love to have you here.”

Jack jogged up beside him, barely winded. “You’ll fit in if you put in the effort.”

“Yeah,” Deuce agreed, nodding earnestly. “So… what do you think?”

You hesitated, glancing at the track, then at them. “…I’ll get back to you.”

Deuce grinned like that was a victory, and Jack just nodded approvingly. As they walked back to their drills, you realized you had yet another club to consider—and these two weren’t going to make it any easier.

Board Game Club

Before you could make your escape—or even fully process the events of the day—your wrist was suddenly seized by Ortho, who zoomed in out of nowhere like a missile with a purpose.

“There you are!” Ortho exclaimed with unsettling cheer. His grip was surprisingly firm for someone who probably didn’t even need to touch you to move you. “Big Brother’s been waiting! Come on!”

“Wait—what? Ortho, where are we—”

“No time for questions!” And just like that, he lifted you into the air like you were a deranged package and he was some kind of express courier. You barely had time to flail before he rocketed off, delivering you with precision to the board game club's headquarters.

You landed with an unceremonious thud, right in front of Idia, who nearly fell out of his chair.

“Ortho!” Idia hissed, his flaming hair flaring. “You can’t just abduct people like that!”

“But you said you wanted them to join!” Ortho chirped. “Mission accomplished!”

Azul, seated calmly at the head of the table, adjusted his glasses and smirked. “Well, well. A delivery service—how efficient. Welcome to the board game club.”

You were still processing the fact that you’d been airmailed when Idia slouched lower in his seat, muttering, “Ugh, so embarrassing. Ortho, seriously…”

“Uh,” you began, brushing yourself off. “Hi?”

Azul gestured grandly to the table in front of him, where an array of meticulously organized board games was displayed like they were ancient treasures. “Here, we focus on strategy, intellect, and the fine art of outwitting your opponent. Unlike other clubs,” he said with a pointed glance at the door, “this one doesn’t require you to break a sweat.”

“That’s actually kind of appealing,” you admitted, still wary.

Idia perked up slightly, his hair flickering a little brighter. “See? I told you it’s cool. I mean, if you like, uh, not running around like some NPC.”

Ortho leaned over, nodding enthusiastically. “And Big Brother’s really good at this stuff! He’s undefeated in our club tournaments!”

“That’s because you’re the only other member who’s not a liability!” Idia blurted, before realizing what he’d just said. “Uh—I mean—you’d totally, like, be an asset. Probably.”

Azul cleared his throat, clearly annoyed at being excluded from the compliment. “Allow me to demonstrate. Why don’t we have a quick match? You against Idia.”

“What?” Idia sat up straight, his hair sparking nervously. “No way! That’s not fair—I can’t just—”

Azul gave him a smile sharp enough to cut glass. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of losing, Idia.”

Idia’s face turned pink. “Fine,” he grumbled, setting up the board. “But don’t blame me if I crush them.”

You sat down reluctantly, realizing too late that this was probably a trap. Idia’s fingers moved at lightning speed as he set up his pieces, muttering calculations under his breath. Ortho leaned over your shoulder, giving you completely useless advice like, “Just believe in yourself!”

To your surprise, you managed to hold your own for the first few turns. Idia glanced up at you, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he were reevaluating your existence.

“Huh,” he murmured. “Not bad. For a newbie.”

“Is that a compliment?” you asked, moving your piece cautiously.

“Don’t let it go to your head,” he said quickly, his face turning red again.

Azul chuckled from his spot at the table. “See? A game of wits and strategy. Isn’t this far superior to running laps or throwing balls into hoops?”

“Hey!” you said, pointing your game piece at him. “Don’t diss the other clubs. They’re passionate too!”

Azul raised an eyebrow. “Passion doesn’t win battles. Strategy does.”

The game dragged on, and by the end of it, you were completely out of your depth. Idia, on the other hand, looked like he’d just stepped out of an anime boss fight, his hair flaring dramatically as he made his final move.

“Checkmate,” he said, grinning slightly.

“Wrong game, Big Brother,” Ortho corrected.

“Whatever!” Idia snapped, but he didn’t look too upset. “It’s over, okay?”

Azul leaned forward, smirking again. “So, what do you think? Ready to join?”

You leaned back in your chair, your brain fried from trying to keep up. “I… I need to think about it.”

Ortho beamed. “That means they’re considering it! Success!”

Idia muttered something under his breath about “too much pressure” and “why is this so stressful,” but you caught a tiny flicker of a smile as he fiddled with one of the game pieces.

Azul, ever the businessman, handed you a brochure as you left. “Take your time. But remember—intellect always wins.”

You left the board game club feeling like you’d just survived a high-stakes negotiation. And as Ortho cheerfully waved goodbye, you couldn’t help but wonder if all the clubs were this intense.

Film Studies Club

You were rounding a corner, still recovering from your latest club recruitment ambush, when a perfectly manicured hand shot out and grabbed your wrist.

Before you could even yelp, you found yourself being gracefully pulled into the Film Studies Clubroom by none other than Vil Schoenheit. His strides were purposeful, his posture impeccable, and his expression…well, let’s just say it was the definition of I’m doing you a favor, peasant.

“Vil?” you sputtered, barely managing to keep up. “What are you—”

“I need to vet you,” Vil said simply, his voice calm but leaving no room for argument. “The Film Studies Club could use some fresh blood, and you look… adequate.”

“Adequate?” you echoed, mildly offended but too intrigued to argue further.

He led you to the center of the room, gesturing for you to stand under a perfectly angled spotlight. “Don’t misunderstand,” Vil continued, crossing his arms and regarding you with a critical eye. “I’m merely evaluating your potential. Our club requires both talent and diligence—qualities that, if I’m being honest, are rare in this school.”

“Uh, thanks?”

Vil ignored you, pulling out a script and flipping through it like he was deciding your fate. “If you can’t pass the audition, you can still join as a backstage hand,” he said airily. “We’re short on those too.”

“Wow, what an inspiring pitch,” you muttered, but Vil’s sharp gaze silenced you immediately.

“Read this,” he instructed, handing you the script and gesturing for you to begin.

You hesitated, glancing at the lines. “You’re serious? Right now?”

“Do I look like someone who jokes about art?” Vil asked, raising a perfectly sculpted brow.

Point taken.

Clearing your throat, you started reading, trying to put some effort into it. Vil watched you intently, his expression inscrutable. He occasionally tilted his head, as if mentally dissecting every word you spoke, every movement you made.

When you finished, you looked at him expectantly, waiting for his verdict.

Vil tapped his chin, his eyes narrowing. “You’re not hopeless,” he said finally, in a tone that made it sound like a compliment. “Rough around the edges, yes, but I’ve seen worse.”

“Gee, thanks,” you said dryly.

“Don’t be smug. You’ll need work,” Vil continued, ignoring your tone. “But I suppose you have potential.”

“And if I didn’t?”

Vil gave a delicate shrug, his expression cool. “Then you’d still be useful behind the scenes. But consider this your opportunity to elevate yourself. Being part of my club means striving for excellence—no exceptions.”

You couldn’t help but smirk. “Is this really about me, or are you just desperate for members?”

Vil’s eyes narrowed, but there was a flicker of amusement there. “Desperation has nothing to do with it. I’m simply ensuring that my club remains unparalleled. If you happen to benefit from my guidance, so be it.”

“Well, when you put it that way, how can I refuse? I'll think about it.”

Vil’s lips curved into the faintest of smiles. “Smart choice. Now, don’t make me regret it.”

With that, he turned on his heel, leaving you standing there wondering what exactly you’d just signed up for—and if Vil’s idea of “elevating yourself” involved a complete personality overhaul.

Science Club

You barely had time to process Vil's dramatic exit when a familiar voice whispered theatrically, “Ah, my muse! Fate conspires to bring us together!”

Before you could react, Rook Hunt appeared—swooped, really—out of nowhere and expertly whisked you away from the Film Studies Clubroom. It was less like being led and more like being caught mid-flight by an overly enthusiastic bird of prey.

“Rook?!” you yelped as he practically danced you down the hallway. “What is happening?”

“Mon ami,” he declared, his eyes glittering with fervor, “you must see the science club! A world of wonder awaits you!”

“Wait—science?” you echoed, incredulous. “You’re in the science club?”

“Ah, oui! Science is but another stage upon which the beauty of nature and humanity performs its eternal dance! The experiments! The cultivation of life! The creation of culinary masterpieces! All expressions of art, no?”

You weren’t sure if he was describing scientific principles or poetry, but before you could argue, Rook had dragged you into the science clubroom.

The room was a chaotic mix of activities. One corner housed a vibrant garden under grow lights, another had chemistry equipment bubbling away ominously, and a third corner smelled suspiciously like freshly baked bread. Trey Clover stood near a counter, pulling cookies out of an oven as if this were the most normal thing to happen in a science lab.

“Ah, there you are,” Trey greeted, smiling warmly. “Rook said he’d bring someone by. I’m guessing you’re deciding on a club?”

You glanced between Rook, who was already gesturing dramatically at a rack of test tubes, and Trey, who held up a tray of cookies like a peace offering. “I… guess I am?”

“Bien sûr!” Rook exclaimed, sweeping an arm toward the greenery in the corner. “Behold! We grow life itself here! Tomatoes, basil, flowers—anything your heart desires!”

Trey added, “We also bake and cook as part of our activities. It’s a great way to learn about chemistry and make something useful at the same time.”

“And explosions!” Rook chimed in enthusiastically. “Occasionally, there are explosions.”

Trey shot him a look. “Not… intentionally.”

Rook turned back to you, his expression radiant. “Think of the possibilities, mon ami! With science, you can cultivate beauty, create masterpieces, and perhaps even unlock secrets of the universe! And, of course, I am here to guide you—to nurture the artistic soul that dwells within!”

“Also,” Trey added, far more pragmatically, “we’re not picky about what activities you want to try. It’s a flexible club, so you could do a little bit of everything.”

You considered this as Trey handed you a cookie. It was warm and delicious, which admittedly swayed your opinion a little.

“Hmm,” you said thoughtfully, “so I could garden, bake, and blow things up all in one club?”

“Exactly!” Trey said with a smile.

Rook leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a stage whisper. “And think, mon cher—if you hone your talents here, you could support Vil in creating the cinematic beauty he so envisions! Science and art, united in harmony!”

You blinked. “Wait, are you trying to recruit me for this club and help Vil at the same time?”

Rook grinned. “Nature does not limit itself to one purpose, mon ami, and neither do I.”

Trey sighed but didn’t deny it.

“Well, this is definitely… something,” you said, nibbling on the cookie. “I’ll think about it.”

“Ah, a maybe!” Rook clasped his hands together like you’d just promised him your soul. “A victory in itself!”

Before you could say anything else, Rook twirled you toward the door, clearly ready to drag you to your next destination—or possibly just keep talking about “the poetry of chlorophyll” until you gave in.

Pop Music Club

Just as you were beginning to suspect Rook was about to wax poetic about “the lyrical mysteries of yeast fermentation,” a sudden voice interrupted.

“Oh-ho, what’s this?”

Before you could even react, Lilia Vanrouge materialized out of thin air, practically glowing with chaotic energy. “Ah, my dear friend! You’re far too bright a star to waste away on science experiments! Come with me—pop stardom awaits!”

You blinked. “Wait, what?”

And just like that, you were swept up in Lilia’s whirlwind. He dragged you down the hallway with a skip in his step and a mischievous laugh, leaving Rook and Trey in his dust.

“Lilia, I can walk, you know!” you said, stumbling to keep up.

“But where’s the drama in that?” Lilia replied, cackling as he pushed open the doors to the Pop Music Clubroom.

Inside, the room was a cacophony of sound and color. Disco lights spun, a half-finished banner reading ‘Next Big Thing!’ hung lopsidedly on the wall, and Kalim was gleefully banging away on a drum like it owed him money. Cater sat cross-legged on the floor, scrolling through his phone and periodically snapping selfies with sparkly filters.

“Oh, hey!” Kalim greeted you, waving so enthusiastically he almost hit himself with the drum stick. “You’re here to join us, right? This club is the best! We have music, dancing, and it’s all just super fun!”

Cater glanced up from his phone, his grin wide and just a little too calculated. “You’d fit right in! Think of all the magicam-worthy moments we could create together. Plus, the followers you’d get? Off the charts.”

“Followers?” you echoed, glancing at Lilia.

“Ah, but of course!” Lilia said, flinging his arms wide as if presenting you to an adoring crowd. “The Pop Music Club isn’t just about music—it’s about presence! Charisma! The ability to captivate a room with a single note or a dazzling smile!”

“It’s also about having a good time!” Kalim added, spinning in a circle for no reason other than sheer joy.

Cater nodded, holding up his phone. “And don’t forget—every moment is a potential viral video. You, me, Lilia, and Kalim as the dream team? We’d own the algorithm.”

You hesitated. “Uh, I don’t even play an instrument.”

“Neither does he!” Lilia said brightly, pointing at some unfortunate bystander.

“Hey!” he protested. “I play the Kalimba!” He promptly tried to play a note, missed the rhythm entirely, and Lilia laughed like it was the funniest thing ever.

“See?” Lilia said, unfazed. “Talent is optional here. All we need is your spirit!”

Cater stood, brushing imaginary dust off his pants. “We also dabble in choreography, so if you’ve got two left feet, don’t worry—we’ll teach you how to make them look intentional.”

“Come on, join us!” Kalim said, grabbing your hands and bouncing up and down like an overexcited puppy. “We could totally use your energy!”

“What energy?” you asked, deadpan. “I’ve been dragged between clubs all day—I barely have any left.”

“Exactly!” Lilia said with a wink. “We’ll channel what’s left into a glorious crescendo of pop music excellence!”

You weren’t sure whether to laugh, cry, or just surrender entirely to the chaos. Lilia’s grin was practically infectious, Kalim’s enthusiasm radiated like the sun, and Cater was already adjusting the angle of his phone to catch you in the best light.

“Well,” you muttered, “at least it sounds… lively.”

“Lively is an understatement,” Cater said, snapping a selfie with you and Lilia in the background. “Hashtag PopStarsInTheMaking! You’re gonna love it here.”

“Let me guess,” you said dryly. “You’re already planning to upload that, aren’t you?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Cater said with a wink.

Lilia clapped his hands, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “So, what do you say? Ready to unleash your inner star?”

“I… will think about it,” you replied, edging toward the door.

“Think fast!” Kalim called after you. “The bass is calling your name!”

You bolted before anyone could shove an instrument into your hands.

Equestrian Club

As you hurried down the hallway, still reeling from the pop music chaos you'd just escaped, you nearly collided with a flash of red.

"Ah, there you are!"

You blinked up at none other than Riddle Rosehearts, who looked as though he'd been scouring the entire school for you. His eyes narrowed, and his voice carried a tone of stern authority mixed with subtle relief.

"I've been looking for you," Riddle said, crossing his arms. "Ace and Deuce mentioned that you’re considering which club to join. As housewarden, it’s my responsibility to ensure you make a proper choice."

You blinked, still processing. "Oh, uh… thanks?"

"Enough dilly-dallying," Riddle said briskly, taking your wrist with surprising firmness. "You're coming with me to the Equestrian Club."

"Wait, what—"

Before you could finish, Riddle had already begun marching you toward the stables. You were half-dragged, half-guided, catching snippets of his lecture along the way about the merits of horseback riding, discipline, and poise.

When you arrived, the warm scent of hay filled the air, and the sound of soft nickering greeted you. The stables were pristine, the horses sleek and well-groomed. Standing nearby were Silver and Sebek, both tending to the horses.

"Riddle, you found them" Silver greeted you with his usual calm demeanor. He gave you a faint smile as he gently brushed a dappled gray mare. "Perfect timing—we were just about to go for a ride."

Sebek, on the other hand, straightened like a soldier at attention, his voice booming. "THEY WILL JOIN US, OF COURSE! IT IS ONLY FITTING FOR AN INDIVIDUAL OF WORTH TO EMBRACE SUCH A NOBLE ART!"

"Sebek, indoor voice," Riddle said sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I AM OUTDOORS!" Sebek retorted, though he did lower his volume slightly.

You glanced nervously at the horses. "Uh, I don’t know if I’m… horse material."

"Nonsense," Riddle said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Riding teaches discipline, focus, and responsibility. It’s the perfect club for fostering growth—and for avoiding unnecessary distractions like some less dignified clubs."

"Pop Music Club?" you guessed.

Riddle sniffed, his expression sour. "Among others."

Silver walked over, still holding the brush, and gave you a reassuring nod. "Don’t worry. The horses are gentle, and we can teach you everything. It’s a peaceful activity once you get used to it."

"Peaceful!" Sebek exclaimed, throwing his arms wide. "It is a pursuit befitting the greatest warriors! EVEN LORD MALLEUS—"

"Sebek," Riddle interrupted, his patience clearly wearing thin. "Focus on the matter at hand."

"Apologies!" Sebek barked, saluting.

Riddle turned back to you, his expression softening just a fraction. "The Equestrian Club isn’t just about riding horses. It’s about elegance, partnership, and understanding. You could benefit greatly from it."

"And the horses are great listeners," Silver added.

"Unlike some humans," Sebek muttered under his breath.

You bit back a laugh as Riddle gave Sebek another glare.

"What do you say?" Riddle asked, stepping aside to let you see one of the horses—a chestnut with a kind, inquisitive gaze. "This is Vorpal. Perhaps a ride would convince you?"

The horse whinnied softly, and for a moment, you considered it. There was something appealing about the tranquility of the stables, the camaraderie of the club members, and the undeniable charm of working with such majestic creatures.

But then you remembered the drum chaos, the science experiments, and Vil’s dramatic vetting process.

"Let me, uh… think about it?" you said, taking a step back.

Riddle sighed, though he looked more exasperated than disappointed. "Very well. But don’t wait too long—indecision is unbecoming."

"Yeah," you mumbled. "Got it."

As you made your escape, you could hear Sebek booming, "RIDING A HORSE WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE!"

You weren’t sure about that, but you were certain that escaping club recruitment was starting to feel like an Olympic sport.

Magift Club

As you staggered away from the stables, thoroughly frazzled by Sebek’s enthusiastic yelling and Riddle’s intense lecture on discipline, you barely had time to catch your breath before—

“Yo, gotcha!”

A pair of hands grabbed your shoulders from behind, and you let out a very undignified yelp. You turned to find Ruggie grinning up at you like a mischievous hyena that had just found its next meal.

“Ruggie! What—?”

“No time for questions, boss,” he said, practically dragging you down the path. “Leona’s orders. He told me to bring ya to the Magift Club.”

“The Magift Club?” you repeated, already sensing disaster.

Ruggie nodded, smirking. “Yup. Let’s go, let’s go!”

“But—wait—I don’t even have magic!” you protested as he hauled you toward the field.

“Details, details,” Ruggie waved off, his grip on your arm firm.

Soon enough, you were dumped unceremoniously on the sidelines of the Magift field. Leona was lounging on the grass under the shade of a tree, looking entirely too comfortable for someone allegedly trying to recruit you. Epel was nearby, aggressively practicing his throws while muttering something that sounded suspiciously like “I’ll show ‘em.”

Leona cracked one eye open lazily as Ruggie dropped you off. “’Bout time,” he drawled.

“Leona,” you said flatly, “why would you want me in the Magift Club? I don't even have magic.”

He yawned, looking entirely unbothered. “Yeah, I know that. You’re still better than the other herbivores running around. You can be the manager.”

“Manager?”

“Yup,” Ruggie chimed in, plopping down next to Leona. “You’d handle all the boring stuff—paperwork, schedules, snacks, makin’ sure Epel doesn’t throw a fit when he gets tackled.”

“I don’t throw fits!” Epel yelled, narrowly missing a hoop with his throw.

Leona smirked. “Sure you don’t.”

You crossed your arms, unconvinced. “Why me, though? You’re telling me I’m the best candidate for this?”

Leona sat up slightly, his sharp eyes locking on yours. “I’m sayin’ you’re the least annoying option. I don’t need some herbivore manager who’s gonna cry every time I take a nap instead of practicing. You’re not useless, so quit whining.”

Ruggie leaned in conspiratorially. “Basically, you’re the only one Leona doesn’t feel like chasing off the field after two days.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Sounds like a ringing endorsement.”

Leona shrugged. “Take it or leave it. Makes no difference to me.”

At that moment, Epel ran up, panting slightly from his practice. “C’mon, you should join us!” he urged. “You don’t need magic to be part of the team. And if you ever wanna learn some tricks, I can teach ya!”

Leona gave him a lazy side-eye. “Don’t scare them off.”

“I’m not scarin’ ‘em! I’m convincin’ ‘em!” Epel shot back, glaring at Leona before turning back to you. “Seriously, we could use someone like you. The club’s fun, I promise!”

Ruggie snickered. “Fun’s a stretch. It’s more like… survival of the fittest with a ball involved.”

“And napping,” Leona added with a smirk.

Epel crossed his arms. “Well, maybe if someone practiced instead of nappin’, we’d win more games!”

Leona waved him off with a scoff.

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “I don’t know, guys. This sounds like a lot of chaos.”

“Chaos is half the fun,” Ruggie said with a grin. “C’mon, boss, think of all the free food we get during games. And you’d get to boss Leona around as the manager. Ain’t that worth it?”

Leona snorted. “Good luck with that.”

You glanced at the trio—Epel brimming with determination, Ruggie radiating mischief, and Leona looking like he didn’t care but also somehow cared just enough to try. It was… weirdly tempting, in its own way.

“I’ll… think about it,” you said finally.

“Fair enough,” Leona said, already reclining again. “Don’t take too long, though. We’ve got a game next week, and I’m not filling out paperwork.”

Ruggie winked. “Don’t worry, you’ll come around. Everyone does.”

As you left the field, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you’d just been almost recruited into something much more taxing than a simple club.

Mountain Lovers Club

Before you could escape the Magift field and all its potential paperwork, you took a sharp turn—only to smack right into what felt like a wall of polite menace. A soft, knowing chuckle sounded above you.

“Oh dear, do be careful,” came Jade Leech’s unmistakably smooth voice.

You took a step back, already dreading the conversation. “Jade,” you said warily, “what are you doing here?”

His sharp smile grew ever so slightly. “Waiting for you, of course. Word travels fast, and I’ve heard you’re in the market for a club.”

“Oh no,” you muttered. “You’re not here to—”

Before you could finish, he was already guiding you away, his hand light on your arm but unyielding, like a vice hidden under a silk glove.

“Come now,” he said, his tone as polite as ever, “I simply must show you the Mountain Lovers Club.”

“The what now?” you asked, bewildered.

“The Mountain Lovers Club,” he repeated, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“And… who else is in this club?”

“Why, just me.”

You stopped in your tracks. “It’s just you?”

“Yes.” Jade smiled serenely, as if this were not a glaring red flag. “I am the founder, leader, and sole member. But with your arrival, that could very well change.”

You blinked at him, unsure if you’d misheard. “Wait, so you’ve been running a one-person club this whole time?”

“Indeed.” His expression didn’t falter in the slightest. “The Mountain Lovers Club is dedicated to the appreciation of all things mountainous. Hiking through beautiful terrain, foraging for wild plants, observing unique ecosystems, and—on occasion—befriending the local fauna.”

“Befriending?”

“Examining, petting, observing closely…” His eyes gleamed. “Perhaps all three.”

You shook your head, trying to process. “So… why me?”

Jade clasped his hands together, the picture of poised enthusiasm. “You strike me as someone who appreciates unique experiences. The Mountain Lovers Club offers a chance to explore the great outdoors, expand your horizons, and develop a deeper appreciation for nature’s wonders.”

“And by ‘great outdoors,’ you mean mountains?”

“Precisely.”

“And it’s just you?”

“For now,” he said, his tone warm but his gaze uncomfortably intense. “But every great journey begins with a single step. Yours could be joining this club.”

You gave a nervous laugh. “Uh… I don’t think hiking through mountains is really my thing.”

“Ah, but how do you know unless you try?” Jade’s smile widened. “Besides, I’ll be there to guide you every step of the way. No need to worry about getting lost… or encountering anything unexpected.”

The way he said “unexpected” made you want to run for the hills (ironic, given the circumstances).

“Look, I appreciate the offer, but—”

“I insist,” he cut in smoothly, his tone polite but with a note of finality. “At least allow me to show you the club’s activities. Perhaps a short hike this weekend? I’ve already prepared a route.”

You stared at him. “You’ve already…?”

“Of course.” His gaze was calm, calculating. “Preparation is key. I’ve even packed a lunch.”

You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Jade, I—”

He tilted his head, his smile remaining perfectly composed. “Surely you wouldn’t refuse without at least giving it a chance? I’ve put so much thought into this.”

“Why do I feel like I don’t have a choice?” you muttered.

Jade’s smile was razor-sharp and utterly unrepentant. “Because you don’t.”

You sighed in defeat. “Fine. One hike.”

“Excellent,” he said, his tone soft and victorious. “I’ll see you this Saturday at dawn.”

“Dawn?!”

“Oh yes,” he said, his eyes gleaming with enthusiasm. “The mountains are at their most beautiful in the early morning light. You’ll love it.”

As he sauntered away, leaving you to process your fate, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you’d just agreed to something far more treacherous than a simple hike.

Gargoyle Research Society

The moment you finally reached Ramshackle Dorm, exhausted from the whirlwind of club-hopping and increasingly bizarre sales pitches, you let out a long sigh of relief. The day had been nothing short of chaotic, and all you wanted was to collapse onto your creaky old bed and forget the words “club activities” ever existed.

But just as your hand touched the doorknob, a familiar voice, deep and regal, called out from the shadows.

“Child of man.”

You jumped slightly, spinning around to see none other than Malleus Draconia emerging from beneath the pale light of the moon, his presence as imposing and enigmatic as always. He stood by one of Ramshackle’s crumbling stone walls, his expression calm but his eyes bright with an unreadable intensity.

“Oh, Malleus,” you said, your voice tinged with weariness but also a touch of warmth. “Didn’t see you there.”

He tilted his head ever so slightly, his gaze never leaving yours. “I was merely admiring the architecture of your dorm. It has a certain… wistful charm.”

You smiled faintly. “I guess that’s one way to put it.”

Then, with the sort of graceful confidence only Malleus could manage, he stepped closer, his presence looming but never threatening. “I have heard,” he began, his tone soft and deliberate, “that you have been seeking a club to join.”

You blinked at him, caught off guard. “How did you—”

“The winds carry whispers,” he said cryptically.

“Right,” you muttered, deciding not to question it.

Malleus folded his hands neatly in front of him, looking every bit the picture of regal sincerity. “If you have not yet made your decision… I would like to invite you to join my club.”

Your brain, still reeling from Jade’s mountain escapades and Leona’s managerial demands, stalled for a moment. “Your… club?”

“Yes,” he said, his voice brimming with quiet pride. “The Gargoyle Research Society.”

“The… what now?”

“The Gargoyle Research Society,” he repeated, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “I am both its founder and sole member.”

Of course, he was.

Malleus seemed oblivious to your stunned silence as he continued, his expression softening into something almost earnest. “The society is dedicated to the appreciation and study of gargoyles. We explore the campus, observing their intricate designs and marveling at their history. There is so much beauty in their silent watch over us.”

You blinked. “So… you just walk around and look at gargoyles?”

“Precisely,” he said, his tone unironically enthusiastic.

“And… that’s it?”

Malleus nodded solemnly. “Indeed. It is a noble pursuit, one that nurtures both the mind and the spirit.”

For a moment, you were at a loss for words. Of all the clubs you’d encountered today, this might just take the crown for most niche.

Malleus, however, seemed utterly earnest. His eyes bore into yours, his expression sincere and unguarded. “I understand if this does not align with your current interests,” he said, his voice softening. “But should you ever feel the call of the gargoyles… know that you are always welcome.”

There was something so genuine in his tone, so quietly hopeful, that you felt a pang of guilt for even thinking about brushing him off. You sighed, offering him a tired but sincere smile. “You know what? I’ll definitely consider it.”

Malleus’s eyes lit up, his calm demeanor giving way to a flicker of pure joy. “Truly?”

“Truly,” you said, nodding.

“Then I shall look forward to the day you join me,” he said, his voice as soft as a promise.

With that, he gave you a small, graceful bow before disappearing back into the night, leaving you to wonder how you’d managed to end the day not only agreeing to a potential club but also feeling oddly flattered by the idea of studying gargoyles.

You shook your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. “What a day…”

Masterlist

Part 2: Choosing a club

a/n: it completely slipped my mind that ortho is in film studies sorry :(

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owe-143 · 1 month ago

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☆Soda Pop☆

A/N: I couldn't help myself PLEASE-😭🖐🏽 This is rlly short too💔 I just wanted to write for him

Warnings: None

Fluff☁⭐

Jinu x reader!

“You know, staring at me isn't gonna make me talk” You say as your eyes stay focused on your phone. The balcony, usually a place of solo relaxation, turned into a non scheduled interview. You're sat on a blanket, taking a sip from your soda can

Jinu blinks, his head dipping to the side. He hops down to the balcony from his crouching position on the railings. “Maybe I'm trying to read your mind”

“And how's that going? ”

“You're not funny,” Jinu huffed despite the grin forming on his face. You finally decide to look at him. He was bothering you all week. Asking you questions. Following you around. Simply because he discovered you were a close friend of Rumi's

You were childhood friends. And you were the only person, besides Celine, who knew about her other half. So of course you were aware of the Saja Boys not really being a boy group. She trusted you. You'd never let's anything or anyone break that trust

“If she isn't coming to meet you, ” You speak again “She clearly doesn't want anything to do with you” You continue scrolling hoping he'll take the hint. Obviously not. You have to admit, he is stubborn. “Are you a demon as well? Is that why you're so closed off?” He asks. You roll your eyes “No I'm not. And Rumi being one isn't your business” You snap back

Jinu chuckles. A silence sits between you both. He plopped down right next to you. “What're you watching?” He tries to peek but you turn the phone off. He stares at the black screen for a moment “You are almost as secretive as your friend” He hums, thoughtful. You shrug, picking up the soda can again

Jinu snatched the drink from your hand. He finished it in one go, throwing the can back at you. “What the-! “ You punch his arm. The force is aggressive and he whimpers. “Ouch! Seriously? “ He pouts. “Yeah, seriously!” You respond “Can't you go away! Gosh, you're so annoying!”

“Says the one who punched me!” He snaps back

“And I'll throw another one right at your pretty face”

Jinu opened his mouth to fight back but closed it again. His lips quirk up “You think I'm pretty?” The smug look on his face makes you growl. You stand, your fists clenched to your sides. You stomp back into your room, slamming the balcony door. He looks at you through the transparent barrier.

Jinu lifts his hand to forming an ‘L’ with his fingers on his forehead and sticks out his tongue. “How dare you-” You reach to pry the door open but he was gone the moment you looked away. You stepped out into the balcony again, leaning against the railing

You looked below for any sign of him but there was no one. You smiled in relief. You can finally relax now that he's left you alone. Before you make your way back inside, a soda can falls from your ceiling. You quickly catch it. You stare at the drink, realizing it's that dumb Saja Boys one. You look up

Jinu stood on your ceiling, his hands shoved into his pockets. “You're welcome” He says.

“I'm not drinking this” You retort

“So biased” Jinu jokes. He disappears before you can say anything more. The can feels heavy in your hand. You take one last look at it then head back into your room. “Whatever” You shrug, opening the drink and taking a sip. He was definitely the nuisance of the century

But, It's the thought that counts.

#kpdh #kpop demon hunters #kpdh jinu #jinu kpdh #jinu kdh #kdh #jinu x reader #kpdh x reader #kpop demon hunters jinu #saja boys #saja boys x reader #kpop demon hunters x reader

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charlotteking27 · 3 months ago

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midnight meltdowns & silver strands

Charles Leclerc x reader

Summary: Charles finds a gray hair and can't go to sleep without having you pull it out.

Warning: none

"Baby... amor... mon Dieu, wake up."

You open your eyes, peering up at Charles as he shakes you urgently. Groggy, you look out the window, seeing the dark blue night of Monaco.

"What?" you question, turning over as the phone light flashes, momentarily blinding you. Seeing it's only 4:00 A.M., you say, "Charles, please go back to bed." Your yawn interrupts your sentence before you cuddle further into the covers of your white silk sheets.

"Mi amor, please, it is important," Charles whispers in your ear before shaking you again in an attempt to disturb your sleep. You tried to block out Charles' constant actions, resorting to picking up the second pillow you keep behind your main one and pulling it over your ears in an attempt to block him out. But did it work? No!

"NO, 112!" Charles screams like an alarm that won't turn off.

"What the hell, Charles?!" You jump from the covers, immediately annoyed by this rude awakening. "What is going on?" You roll over to the side of the bed and turn on the lamp.

Peering at Charles' disheveled state, you ask, "What was so important that you couldn't wait until morning?" You sat up, scooting closer to your lover to help comfort him.

"You have to check me for grey hair," Charles complained, pulling out tweezers from who knows where.

"Are you serious?" you screamed angrily, bunching up the sheets in frustration. But all you got was a blank stare and tweezers shoved in your face.

"Please," Charles sang with the cutest pout ever. How could you refuse?

Charles happily turned around, showing off his luscious hair. You rolled your eyes at his antics. Taking the tweezers from his hand, you began to look for any grey hairs. "Oww, that hurt," Charles hissed, putting his hand in his hair and massaging the spot where you pulled his gray hair.

"I told you, I'm 27... I'm getting there," Charles hissed again as you yanked out more of his precious hair.

"Oh my gosh," you exclaimed, astonished to see the longest grey hair you had ever seen. "Nooooooo... I lost it," you pouted in dismay before rummaging back into Charles' hair to find that stubborn grey hair.

"What do you mean you lost it?" Charles panicked, trying to help find the hair strand. "Owww, that hurt again," Charles cursed, rubbing his hand where you slapped.

"Stop moving!" you scolded, trying not to laugh at his dramatics. "I'll never be able to find anything if you keep wriggling about like a kid."

Charles stilled at once, though you could feel the tension radiating from him. "But what if I'm going grey? What if I look old? What if-"

"Charles Leclerc," you interrupt abruptly, running your fingers through his silky brown locks. "You are the most handsome man I've ever known. A few grey hairs won't matter."

"But-"

"No buts." You planted a kiss on the nape of his neck. "Besides, you'd be distinguished with some silver highlights. Like George Clooney."

Charles made a strangled noise. "I do not want to look like George Clooney! I want to look like me!"

"Well right now you look like a pouty five-year-old," you teased, finally spotting that elusive grey hair. With a quick yank, you held it up triumphantly. "Got it!"

"Ow!" Charles yelped, spinning around to face you. His eyes went wide at the sight of the hair. "Mon Dieu, it's so long! How long has that been there? Have people noticed? Has the media noticed?"

You couldn't help but laugh at his horrified expression. "Charles, it's four in the morning. Can we please have this crisis at a reasonable hour?"

"This is a time to have a crisis," he protested, but his lips were already beginning to curve into a smile, blinking once, twice, then snatched up his phone and started frantically texting. "I must tell Carlos immediately that I am still young and beautiful."

"It's 4 AM!"

"Crisis knows no time zone, mi amor." He paused his typing to give you a quick kiss. "Now help me take a selfie to prove I have no grey hairs."

You flopped back onto the pillows with a groan. "I'm dating a five-year-old. A very handsome, very dramatic five-year-old."

"Carlos says congratulations on still being young," Charles announced proudly, showing you his phone. "Also he says to tell you he's sorry you have to put up with me."

"I'm going back to sleep," you declared, pulling the covers over your head. "Wake me up for another hair emergency and I'm dyeing your entire head grey while you sleep."

The last thing you heard before drifting off was Charles whispering frantically into his phone: "Siri, remind me to hide all the hair dye in Monaco..."

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mieisunki · 2 months ago

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friends?

alt: things they do that make you question their friendship

ot7 x reader warnings: none

masterlist

heeseung: calling you pet names

when you and heeseung first met, he always called you by your name. but one day that changed. you two were cooking in the kitchen when he called for you.

"hey, baby. can pass me the salt?"

you nearly broke your neck trying to see who he was talking to since it was only the two of you. once you realized he was talking to you, your quickly became embarrassed- hiding your red face in your hands. heeseung loved your reaction, so of course he started calling you every pet name he could think of whenever he had the chance.

"hey honey. can you come here?"

"what do you think of this one, sweetheart?"

"angel, what do you want to eat?"

you never thought you would get used to it- always flushing when he called you anything other than your name. but one day, he called you by your name to see your reaction. the pout you gave him nearly broke him. in fact, it did. he spent the next five minutes on the floor before he could even attempt to stand up stand up. he pulled you into his arms as he teased you even more.

"aw. i knew you liked my nicknames, angel."

the nicknames never stopped- only got worse. as did your feelings. you could only hope that he didn't do it just for your reaction. that he did it because he felt the same.

rest under the cut

jonseong: being protective of you

jay has always been overprotective of you. ever since the two of you met, it was like you had a human guard dog. you could completely shut your mind off around jay and know you were completely safe.

jay would almost always go with you when you went out in public. if you were walking on the sidewalk, he would always make sure he was on the outside. if you were crossing the street, his hand would be on your back guiding you. doors? you've never opened one when your with jay. he even buckles your seatbelt if you don't do it before he starts the car.

"jay, really?"

"your safety is my priority."

if you were confident enough to wear something revealing, he would always keep an eye for any wardrobe malfunctions. and if your confidence suddenly went away and you start feeling self conscious, jay's jacket would be draped over you before you would even realize it.

"why did you do that?"

"i could tell you were uncomfortable."

"what if you get cold?"

"then i'll buy another jacket."

when you two were at a party, and some guy would walk up to you. the guy would barely get two words in before jay was by your side, wrapping his arm around your waist and glaring at the guy. after he ran them off, he would look down at you with a soft smile.

"they weren't good enough for you."

"you always say that."

"and i'm always right."

it never occurred to you before why he did these things. it wasn't until one of your friends questioned you about these things that you started questioning them. the realization of your feelings for him hit you like a truck. you never wanted him to stop doing these things for you- and he never wanted to stop either.

jaeyun: always touching you in some way

jake is a big fan of physical touch, especially with you. having grown up together, you two were always very close. but it was after you two were grown that something shifted.

his touches got more frequent- and more intimate. he started blurring the lines of your guys friendship. at first you brushed it off, but it eventually came to a point that you couldn't anymore.

for example, you two always got asked if you were dating, even as teenagers. jake used to always speak up first, denying it which you never had any issues with. but one day he just stopped denying them. instead, he pulled you closer before thanking them with a bright smile.

"you two are such a cute couple!"

"thank you!"

or when you two had your weekly movie nights, you used to sit next to each other without touching. now jake has to be touching (or cuddling) you in some way, or he turns into a whining mess.

"you're so far away!"

"jake, i'm sitting right next to you."

"your point?"

he also now holds your hand 24/7, in public and in private, and lord help you if you pull away. he'll stand still, not even caring if it's in the middle of the sidewalk, and refuse to move until you hold his hand again.

"jake, what are you doing?"

"i can't function unless i'm holding your hand."

eventually, you started to see him in a different light. one that you hoped he saw you in as well. but until then, you would continue to power through these moments while falling more in love with your best friend- while hoping he felt the same.

sunghoon: not treating you like he does his other friends

you and sunghoon were the types of people that no one saw being friends. the two of you were complete opposites. you were summer, and he was winter. you were loud, and he was quiet. so how the two of you become good friends was a mystery.

you would be lying if you said you never had feelings for him. who wouldn't. you had already come to the acceptance that he would never feel the same way, but then one of your friends started pointing out things he would do that he didn't do for others. you brushed her off after listening to her. you didn't believe her at first, but then you started watching.

if your friend group were hanging out together, one he was always sitting by you. and then two, he jacket would always end up over your legs- even if you were wearing pants. you motioned one time to your friend next to him who was wearing a skirt.

"what about her? she's probably cold and i'm not."

"she's not my concern. you are."

if you two were ordering food, he would always ask you what you wanted before, so he could tell the waiter because he knew you didn't like to order your food. and when you've been to that place multiple times, he doesn't even ask- already knowing your order.

"what if i wanted something different?"

"you don't. you don't like change."

the final straw you friend had was when you guys visited the arcade which you did so frequently. they had just changed out the plushies in the claw machine, and you wanted one. one look from sunghoon, and he was at the machine winning you the plushie. one of the other girls asked if he could get her one as well, but he refused.

"sunghoon, why didn't you help her out?"

"didn't feel like it."

it took you a while, but you finally confronted that he does treat you differently than the rest of your friends. but that didn't mean he felt the same about you. you weren't going to say anything though because you were too scared to loose him. you would just continue being delusional and thinking that there may be a chance he likes you back.

seonwoo: always spending time with you

you and sunoo met mutually from jungwon, the two of you having grown up with each other. from the first time you and sunoo met, you two were inseparable. where one was, there was a 95% that the other was there as well.

whenever he had free time, he was over at your place. it was to a point where he didn't even ask. he just showed up, letting himself in your place with the key you gave him. he's given you enough scares to last a life time.

"sunoo! when did you get here?"

"about 10 minutes ago. that new show came out, and i want to watch it with you."

then whenever he had a schedule but still wanted to see you, you had no problem staying at the dorms. he would always beat you to the door, opening it before pulling you into a hug.

"yn! i missed you."

"you saw me yesterday though."

"and that was 24 hours too long."

and of course, the guys would always tease the two of you for spending so much time together.

"do you two ever get tired of each other?"

"do you ever get tired of breathing?"

you didn't think it was strange- the two of you spending so much time together. it wasn't until jay actually pointed out how much time the two of you spent together that you realized that you saw him more than you saw your other friends.

and then came the realization why you were so happy to spend time with him. when you spoke to your friends about it, they all teased you, telling you it was time you realized your feelings. but then came the hard part. waiting for him to realize them.

you would though. and if he didn't reciprocate your feelings and confessed to you, you would take your secret to the grave. because being around him while hiding your feelings somehow seemed easier than not having him in your life at all.

jungwon: giving you compliments

jungwon was your number one supporter, and he never let you forget it. every time he saw you, he would give you at least one compliment before you could even tell him hello.

if you got a new shirt, he would know.

"you got a new shirt?"

"i did!"

"it looks so good on you! you should wear that color more often. it really brings out the color of your eyes."

if you got a haircut, his hands would instantly be playing with it.

"you like it, won?"

"like it? i didn't think you could get any prettier, but you just love proving me wrong, don't you."

one day, he was having a rough day, so you surprised him with a homecooked meal. you had never seen him smile so big.

"i didn't know you were a chef!"

"i'm not. i followed a recipe for this."

"you're so talented! i'd eat your cooking everyday."

every time you would question him about compliments, he would tell you that someone like you deserved many compliments. so it wasn't surprising to you when you caught yourself falling for him. he was just so sweet to you in a way you noticed he wasn't like for anyone else.

you hoped one day soon he would confess he felt the same way. because if not, all of his compliments would make you loose your mind.

riki: letting you win games

you and riki first met online- playing games. so it wasn't shocking that you two played a lot in your free time. the two of you were also switching between games while trying new ones. the only disagreement came when you two couldn't decided on what to play.

"rock, paper, scissors?"

"riki, you always lose."

"i don't know what you're talking about. i never loose."

and of course, just like every other time, he played paper when you played rock. you always just thought he was horrible at the game. not that he always knew you played rock first.

then came the games you two played. every time it was 2v2, you would win at the last second. you weren't a sore winner, but you always bumped riki's shoulder with a teasing smile.

"i thought you said you were good at this game?"

"maybe i'm just having an off day."

you didn't start to question anything until you hung out with him and his friends one afternoon. of course, they wanted to play games which you were completely fine with. you and riki sat next to each other while he played everyone. he also won every single time.

"riki, you normally suck at this game."

"these guys are just worse than i am."

you then played a round with one of guys riki won against, and you lost. though when you and riki played, you won just like you always did. you were finally able to put two and two together- that he was letting you win. riki hated losing yet here he was, yet here he was loosing purposefully for you.

once you realized that, it didn't take long for your feelings for him to grow into something more. especially after the smiles he gave you every time you won. you couldn't bring yourself to say anything though. you just waited patiently-waiting for him to reveal he felt the same about you.

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