#again hala hala is one of the few i know

[hotteoki]

drunk bf ateez headcanons - 2k celebration!

pairing: ateez x reader (no prns used)

cw: mentions of alcohol (obvie)

genre: fluff, established relationship, headcanon

notes: after watching drunkteez on wanteez and having yunho on my mind i just had to write this ( ˘ ³˘)

notes: this is my second celebration post! happy 2k followers!

hongjoong

he seems fine

at first

he's downing shots, glasses, bottles

at flash speed

but he's fine

even he says he's fine

"i just don't feel anything"

"well i mean some people just don't get drunk"

"maybe i'm just reeeeeally talented"

you're like thinking 'oh! he's not too bad'

...

did the 'reeeeeally' not give you warning signs in your head

you spoke too soon

next thing you know he's trying to shove his head down the billiard/pool/snooker table holes

it's more of gently ramming his head against the table edge than shoving his head tho

you were dying laughing by the time you reached him

"joong what are you doing???"

"i'm looking for thissssss"

"what is 'this', joongie?"

it's silent for a while and you're rubbing his back

then he just pops up

"this!"🫰🏻

(ಠ ಠ)

he thinks he's sooooo funny

you had to stare at him for a good few minutes before processing what the hell you just witnessed

he's upgraded from terrible dad jokes to terrible rizz jokes

i don't think i can decipher which is worse

he's also balancing the shot glasses on the back of his hand

which had you PANICKING

a whole migraine just from that

forget a hangover

your fear of him breaking one of those is enough for you to want to die

surprisingly he didn't break any

"see baby? i'm just tooooooo talented"

he's giggling so much

it's so cute :(

but add the worst aegyo in the world to the list

it’s near bang chan level of horrifying

i mean sure

joong is NATURALLY a giant tiny cutie

but when he’s doing it on purpose???

um.

well!

okay!

(유∀유|||)

have fun!

seonghwa

no thoughts behind those eyes

just blink blink (0_0) (-_-) (0_0)

i'm pretty sure he's on mars

and out of nowhere he starts singing along to i want it that way playing in the background (b99 ref (ʃƪ˘ﻬ˘))

singing along very loudly if i may add

BUT

as soon as the song ends

he's back to his (0_0) (-_-) (0_0) agenda

at one point

you’ve just gotten used to his giggles and clapping out of the blue

yeah he just applauds randomly

to whom and why?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

he just wants to i guess

"hwa, i think we should go now it's like 4am-"

"HAKUNA MATATA YO"

oh he's singing again!

will not stop for the next twenty minutes

in his head it's a free karaoke bar

and he's just singing to his heart's content

he can also get pouty very quickly

and is very, very clingy

whichever one of your arm is nearer to him is not going to hear the bells of freedom for the rest of the long night

to be fair

if any of the other members are near him

he's also going to be clinging to them

just

a little less than you

he loves you the most after all! ><

all in all

he's pretty chill

every now and then

this is a bit short cause i don’t know what else i could say i’m sorry (╥_╥)

i'll make it up with a seonghwa drabble soon promise

yunho

where did this man's energy come from???????

one minute he's on the dance floor

he's 'boogying', as he said

the next he's running laps around the bar

you're just shocked he hasn't crashed into another poor innocent person yet

oh and now he's on the stage! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

are you ripping out your hair yet

( ˘ ɜ˘) ♬♪♫ (yunho!!!!!!)>ヽ(‵﹏´)ノ

he's singing what seems to be halazia

except it's literally just the word halazia being repeated

you're pretty sure he sang 'hala-hala-hala-hala-halazia' like about seven times

stream seven by jungkook

you had to physically drag him down from the stage

“nooooo baby you don’t understand i still need to sing hips don’t lie they need meeeeeee (ง'̀-'́)ง”

“yeah ok shakira let’s go”

his hand slips from yours and he’s sucked into the wardrobe of narnia

cause even tho he’s a literal giant

you can’t seem to find his usually sticking out head

the reason why?

he’s squatting while doing the dougie

why? i don’t know

i don’t think he knows either

but he’s dougieing!

he’s also spitting BARS

starts rapping to mingi’s part in guerilla while you’re trying to drag him out

at this point you’re beginning to suspect that he’s not actually drunk

maybe a little tipsy

but mostly just staying to cause chaos

and to give you a headache

but his little pout as you’re pulling him away

“yuyu come on we have to go >:(“

“but baby i don’t want tooooo”

does this face 🥺

yk that one time when ateez made faces imitating the emoji signs they were holding

and yuyu had the 🥺 one

THATS EXACTLY THE FACE HES MAKING

and how can you deny this golden retriever :,)

(if you can resist it you’re just a maniac frankenstein cheoreom georeo maniac maniac ha ha idk i don’t make the rules)

“okay fine… but no-”

“YAY i’ll be back”

he does in fact come back a few minutes later

HOLDING A PIGEON?????

“YUNHO WHAT ARE YOU DOING??? PUT THE BIRD DOWN-”

“i made a friend! :D”

you’re certain he took a few years off your life in just one night

yeosang

since we've never actually seen him drunk

cause he's a fairy

i'll go by what joong san and hwa were saying in their vlive like ages ago

cause apparently yeosang gets all cute

so let's imagine a very clingy sangie

just tugging and snuggling into your arm

mumbling your name too

his cute nose scrunches up whenever you try to move

he whines about how you don’t love him anymore

literally just because you moved to scratch an itch on your neck

“sangie what do you mean i don’t love you anymore of course-”

“you don’t LOVE ME ANYMORE :-(”

near tears because he’s convinced of his point

sigh

“baby why do you think i don’t love you anymore?”

“hm??”

confused blink blink

he’s forgotten what he was even saying

your hand brushing through his hair is just too distracting!!!!

he’s a simple man ok?

( ๑>ᴗ<๑ )

that’s how i imagine he looks

with a flushed face

but still looking like an angel sent from heaven

but yk

don’t forget about his muscles

（ΦωΦ）

atp he’s fed up with you moving around while trying to take care of the other members

so he just tightens his iron grip on your arm

good luck moving a literal koala clinging onto your arm

like hwa’s situation

you’re not moving another inch until he’s satisfied with the amount of love he’s showered you

which

he never will be

◝(๑꒪່౪̮꒪່๑)◜

again very short cause i have nothing to come from ;-(

san

literally the LOUDEST mfer in the bar

you can expect everyone within a twenty meter radius to be staring at the two of you

you just standing there like (ಥ‿ಥ) and he's just like ᕙ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ᕗ

flexing

he's not doing it on purpose

but like

come on

how can you NOT stare at the gorgeous man that is your boyfriend

gawddamn

what snaps you out of your daze was san suddenly pointing at you

"san what are you doing?"

"youuuuuu... are soooooo... not me"

🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

oh he's so far gone

i don't think even he knows what he's doing

bro's just saying things

he's literally the walking epitome of speaking to speak

the worst, and i mean absolutely WORST case of asian flush ever

every exposed square inch of his skin is bright red

you're like

panicking trying to get him to sit down

cause he's stumbling around into every person in the bar

he's practically knocking them over like bowling pins

then immediately apologising in the cutest way possible

the second he's made it out of the human mosh pit tho

(╥﹏╥)

you're like (ಠ ''ಠ)

"sannie, honey, why are you crying?"

"i don't know"

sniffle

"i just love you soooooo much..."

"thank you i-"

"like SOOOOO much"

"okay thank you baby-"

"i love you like thissssssss much"

he's holding out his hands

and he's stretching them out as far as possible

and before you know it

oop! he's bear hugging you

his cheek is squished against the top of your head as he's mumbling incoherent words

the only thing you can make out tho is

"i love you so much"

you guys are such goals (;-;)

mingi

okay since we’ve never seen drunk minki

i’m going to go by the endoscopy ep

where he was breakdancing

at first he was convincing gaslighting you that he was fine

because fine means stumbling around and not even being able to walk in a straight line

but whatever suits him! :p

no seriously

he could not walk properly for the LIFE of him

he was crashing into strangers and waiters alike here and there

and by crashing

i mean practically throwing himself onto them

but the second he stands back up

he’s back to yelling into their faces that he’s sober

like mingi…

no one believes you

(￢_￢;)

you were following him right on his tail

frantically apologising to everyone he disturbed

and he’s bopping his head

he’s jamming!!!!!! 乁( • ω •乁)

he’s in his own little world

which is so adorable you almost want to cry :-(

but by the time you have to leave

and he’s STILL dancing around

you have to start pulling aggressively on his arm

he won’t go otherwise

he could stay there all night just to prove a point

the point?

that he’s sober

yes he’s still on that topic

because he’s 100% NOT drunk!!!!!!!!!!

“mingi we have to go-”

“BUT BRUNO MARS IS ON”

“MINGI ITS NOT EVEN BRUNO MARS ITS JUSTIN BEIBER”

“…o yea! ヽ(･∀･)ﾉ”

sigh moment from you

“i want bruno mars thoooooo do you fink i can request for bruno marsssss??????”

“no”

“why not!!!!!! ;-(”

“cause we have to go (˘∀˘)/(ㅠ~ㅠ)”

pushing him out of the bar now

he’s a fun person to be around when you’re drunk as well tho

wooyoung

witch cackle amplified by 2611%

it’s so funny tho

he laughs over literally NOTHING

a stranger walking in the bar?

HILARIOUS

someone passing by?

howling on the floor

the toilet door opening?

he’s wiping away tears

hongjoong tripping over a chair in his drunken state?

he’s getting a 10 pack at this rate

to be fair

you also cackled at poor hongjoong pretending like his dignity didn’t just get absolutely annihilated

at the same time

he’s also just fumbling around

he’s not very sober

like

not sober enough to recognise you

“oooooooh you’re soooooooo good looking we should go outttt”

“wooyoung this is the fifth time tonight we’ve been together for over a year”

“say whaaaaaaaaaat???!!!!?!!?!”

starts coddling you after that

he’s so sweet but in a loud way

well

louder than usual

cant stop kissing you (ﾉ´ з `)ノ

no literally

i’m not exaggerating

he will CHASE you around the pub to kiss you if needed

he has done that before (in my head)

“wooyoung people are staring-”

“COME BACK LEMME KISS YOUUUUUUU ε=┌(;･д･)┘”

now

you might be thinking

skits, why would i ever deny kisses from wooyoung????

yeah see

he thinks he’s kissing you

he’s not

he’s biting you

like full on CHOMP CHOMP CHOMPERS

it’s not even cute lil :3 nom noms

ITS LITERALLY FULL ON TEETH RAWRS

so unless you want a chunk of your skin gone

start running! :p

jongho

you really think he's going to be the drunk one?

him??????

bro has not seen a day of being drunk

he could be downing bottles of every kind of alcohol known to mankind

and still be fresh as a daisy

(≖ᴗ≖) ✿

he'd be the one challenging the entire bar into drinking too

he handles his alcohol very well

let's be honest, you're probably the one drunk

he's going to be taking care of you instead

BUT you never told him how he once drunkenly went up to the bar stage

and started shooing off the performers

before flaunting off his vocals

so that was fun

let's say he hypothetically was wasted tho

i'll use the endoscopy ep as an example like mingi

he's just going to be asleep

just

snore mimimimi snore mimimimi

he might wake up like every half hour

and get all confused

but it's so cute :(

like he's just lifting his head up from your lap

◝(´Ｏ｀)◜

probably definitely drooling tho

it's going to be pretty short for him cause he just doesn't get drunk

he's invincible

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[brrrkdslek]

🎀 𓂃 ࣪˖ DYING WISH

SYPNOSIS : knowing the dangers with mafias roaming downtown recently, your dumbass still decides to take a stroll praying it'd relieve your current stress and struggles. but god had other plans for you as she sends two stress relievers your way. but what you didn't know was that you'd be a great asset to them.

PAIRING : mafia! sanhwa x fem! reader

GENRE : non-idol au, mafia au, mafia members duh, idfk honestly

WARNINGS : smut!!!!, no names mentioned(y/n), yummy hunky men(sanhwa), degradation(hwa), praise(san), face fucking, unprotected, creampie, throatpie, strip tease(?), voyeurism, abused pussy lmao idk

WORD COUNT : 4.2k

YINGLES' NOTES : LMFAO HAPPY (late) BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVOURITE EDITOR EVER!!!1!!11!1!1 @ygswl enjoy yo mega smut bitch ;) ps i almost creamed myself while writing this hehe👉🏻👈🏻

you groaned and flopped onto the bed, this was the fourth time in a row that you didn't win a fancall with your favourite idol. you stared at the ceiling and contemplated your life, is this it? whining over the perfect man that doesn't even know who you are? get a life.

"ugh, i'm trying!" you whined to the voices in your head and slammed your fist against the bed, startling your cat as it jumped up from its spot next to you and meowed at you sassily before it jumped off to some corner in your room you never bothered to clean.

you suddenly sat up and slapped both of your palms onto your cheeks and sighed, "focus! you need to get a grip!" you screamed to no one in particular as you threw the covers off your body and got dressed.

you looked in the mirror and smiled in satisfaction at your lovely outfit; a sleeveless low cut top paired with a cute cropped white jacket. you put on a pair of high-waisted flared jeans and did a small twirl at the mirror.

you decided to take a stroll downtown as you walked down the stairs humming some song that's been stuck in your head since the month before, time really passes by quickly. you jogged towards the kitchen to grab a snack before heading out, eyeing the banana in the fruit bowl as you reached to get it.

your mother emerges from behind you and smacked your hand, making you jump and turn around. "where do you think you're going?" she asked grumpily as she eyed you up and down, still salty you didn't help her prepare dinner.

you chuckled sheepishly and followed behind her as she tossed the bowl of meat she was holding into the pot of boiling water. you gently massaged her shoulders as you coughed, "hah, so uh, what're you making, ma―"

she cut you off and shrugged your hands off her shoulders, "what do you want now?" you stiffened and laughed, "whaaat? pssh, nothing of course..." she eyed you up and down with an eyebrow raised, "looking like that?"

you pursed your lips before taking a deep breath and sighed, "can i go downtown please? nothing serious, just a walk and―" she cut you off again and smacked your arm with the plastic spatula she was holding, "no! are you insane? don't you know about the stupid mafia down there right now?"

she tsked and furrowed her brows, "what's their name? dala dala- no, bala bala...?" you crossed your arms against your chest and grumbled, "it's hala hala, ma..." she rolled her eyes, "whatever, if you die i'll kill you!" she said before walking past you to grab the spices in the cabinet.

you deadpan, "that's not even- whatever, i'm going now." you said as you put your shoes on and heard her hum. "love you ma!" you said before slamming the front door shut and bouncing excitedly as you took a bus downtown.

you haven't been going anywhere for the past month due to work and babysitting your annoying cousins, not that you ever complained since your aunt and uncle paid you generously. it's been a long time since you were downtown and you're excited to see the change made in these few months you've been gone.

you grumbled as you leaned against the brick wall, swirling the kool-aid in your cup as you glanced around the area. it wasn't surprising that everything was still the same, i mean what was there to expect?

but you've already encountered three catcallers and tripped on nothing twice, the second time making mud water splash onto the ends of your new pants, spoiling your mood even more than it already was.

you looked around again and perked up when you saw two delicious looking men in suits turn a corner and into an alleyway.

of course, being nosy as fuck, you followed. tiptoeing quietly, you looked into the alley curiously and felt your heartbeat quicken, this was so enticing.

one of the men was taller and slimmer than the other, hair slicked back and dressed in a suit, any woman that passed would probably fall heal over heels, including you.

the other man was slightly shorter and had wide, and when i say wide, i mean wide shoulders. your expression soured when your eyes trailed down and saw his small waist, his proportions were insane.

the current feeling of infatuation quickly turned into envy as you pouted, wondering how easily these two men looked so effortlessly handsome.

"tonight?" the man with the dorito body asked, "hm, i have no clue how we'll manage to take down valhalla in just one night but i'll figure it out." the taller said sternly, looking as proud and confident as ever.

you scoffed, arrogant prick. the shorter whined and rolled his eyes, "how are we supposed to do that? that little man always has crazy high expectations." the other chuckled at the height joke, "that's how we're able to even rise this high, you know this."

you deadpanned when the dorito man continued to whine in annoyance before he suddenly stopped and turned his head to your directions. thank god for your reflexes cause you retracted your head just in time.

you slapped your hand over your mouth as you slid down the wall, having just realised what dangerous situation you put yourself in. you continued to eavesdrop but furrowed your brows in confusion when you stopped hearing voices.

like an idiot, you poked your head back towards the alleyway and felt your heart jump out of your throat when the two men were much closer now, looming over you with their hands in their pockets.

you shrieked and fell back onto the concrete and breathed heavily, your mouth drying as you desperately tried to speak. the shorter chuckled and squatted down, "what's this? you're a pretty little thing, ain't'cha?" he cooed as his hand came up and stroked your cheek gently, making you blush.

however the taller wasn't amused as his expression remained stoic. "san," his voice was icy cold, sending a shiver down your spine. "you know what to do." the dorito man, san, nodded and got up, feeling his knees crackle.

you glanced at both men that were standing silently before you quickly got up and scurried away, screaming for your life. then, you felt a cloth on your mouth and breathed in a soft scent. and it all went black.

you groaned as your eyes fluttered open softly and gasped when you found yourself in a dark room, a soft purple hue wrapped all around. it seemed like a karaoke room, the interior was absolutely gorgeous, you probably wouldn't be able to afford it if you sold your house.

san tsked and snapped his finger in front of your face, bringing your attention back to him. "hey, focus on me little girl." he mused as you tried to speak, only just realising there was a piece of tape on your mouth.

you began to panic as you wiggled your body around, the ropes around your hands and feet rubbing uncomfortably against your skin, making you whine and whimper.

san rolled his eyes as he stood up, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulled you close towards his face. "i'll remove the tape if you shut up." he said sternly as you slowly quieted down, relaxing onto the chair.

the man hummed as a small smile took over his features, "now that wasn't so hard, was it?" he spoke gently, his voice completely different from his authoritative and demanding one from before.

he liked when he's listened to, got it. you made a mental note not to get on the man's nerves as he ripped off the tape from your mouth with one swift pull, making tears pool in your eyes from the sudden feeling of pain running down your body.

you pursed your lips as an awkward silence takes over the room, the booming music from the two rooms beside you making it slightly less awkward.

"a-are you gonna kill me?" you murmured quietly, cringing slightly when you heard yourself stutter. san bit at the skin of his lips and went silent before sighing, "yes, there isn't any nicer way to put this but you overheard our plans, so that's just how it is. protocol."

you felt your heart beating out of your ribs as the realisations hit you like a ton of bricks. "can't we work something out?" you asked desperately, the words pouring out of your lips like waterfall before you could even process them.

san sighs and leaned back on the long couch, "listen, i'd love to but i can't decide that, only seonghwa can." at the mention of the elder, the door to the room opened and the taller man from before emerges, closing the door behind him.

"you're awake?" the man, whom you've learnt is seonghwa, asked with a bored expression on his face. san was alerted and stood up as seonghwa was practically staring a hole through you.

you gulped and turned your head away as he continued, "i'm assuming you heard everything?" without hesitation, you nodded your head. "then death is necessary." he answered confidently.

you cursed yourself in your head, why do you have to be so honest? you could've made this better for yourself but noooo. your bottom lip trembled as you held your head down, "please, isn't there... something we could work out?" you asked shakily.

the two men held eye contact with each other for a few seconds before seonghwa spoke up, "i'm... gonna go find hongjoong." he murmured before quickly exiting the room, leaving you in more distress as san cursed under his breath.

you felt a tap on your shoulder as you looked up and saw a glass of wine being held towards you. san coughed and looked away, "to calm your nerves..." he mumbled as if he read your mind.

i hummed before taking large gulps of the wine and finishing it with a groan. san swallowed dryly as he chuckled, "you can swallow real good, huh?"

san's tongue darts out to wet his lips as he watches a singular droplet of wine roll down the corner of your lip and down your chin, dripping onto your cleavage and disappearing into the crack.

san's eyes darken, only seeming to have noticed your revealing outfit just then. san hummed as he tilted your chin up, "let me get that for you, beautiful..." he growled lowly before he licks the bead of wine from your chin and to the corner of your mouth.

your breath catches in your throat as you let out a breathy moan, face flushing from the alcohol and how close san was to you.

san pulled back with a groan as he begins to untie the ropes from your wrists and ankles, "y'know what? i'll do you a favour and let your last moment be as enjoyable as possible." he licked his lips.

seonghwa comes back in the room not even five minutes later and sees you knelt onto the ground giving san a blowjob.

seonghwa raised his brow and leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed, "so is this what we're doing now?" he asked san, unamused.

san only let out a low groan as he pushes your head deeper, "yeah, just like that babygirl..." he murmured and moaned lowly, the grip he had on your hair getting tighter and tighter as you hummed, sending vibrations through his body from his cock.

san shivered as he looked up at seonghwa and smirked, showing his pretty dimples. "ya jealous, park?" seonghwa laughed, "me? jealous of you? please, i have other whores that is can get off to." he rolled his eyes.

san cursed under his breath before gripping the sides of your head and slamming his cock down your throat, not only was it big, it was so thick also. your face turned red as you gagged and tried your best to keep your mouth open, feeling your jaw lock in place.

after a few more sloppy thrusts, san cums in your mouth and pulls out. just as you thought it was over, a few more ropes of cum is splayed on your face as you panted.

seonghwa whistled, "two loads just from a blowjob? you're a weak one, san." he scoffed arrogantly. san glared at the older before slicking his hair back, "you wouldn't know how good this little mouth is."

you blushed and stayed in your spot on the floor, feeling the arousal pooling between your thighs. you shifted on your knees as your panties stuck to your crotch uncomfortably, a result of the amount of slick that you guessed was already spread all over.

seonghwa hummed before walking over behind you, the sounds of his leather heels clacking on the ground, even his footsteps sounded elegant.

he tilted your head back and grimaced at the sight of san's cum spread all over your face. his big hand wrapped halfway around your neck as his thumb teased you by the edge of your mouth, "suck." he commanded.

and without another word, you opened your mouth as seonghwa's thumb enters and presses down on your tongue, smirking at your obedience.

san watches from the couch, a bag of chips in his hands as he chomped away. "see, you're liking her now, right?" he mused, chest puffing proudly from being correct.

seonghwa hummed, "obedient and has a pretty face, her features are a mix of sensual and cute, perfect." he muttered under his breath. san could be heard yawning but seonghwa didn't even react, his eyes solely on you, making you incredibly flustered.

seonghwa pulled his fingers out as he pushed san to the side and plopped onto the long couch, his head relaxing into the leather as he gestured for you to come.

you squeaked softly, and got up slowly, feeling the blood slowly come back to your legs as seonghwa patted his lap, "make yourself useful and ride me, slut." he smirked and glared playfully.

you opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. you were embarrassed but aroused, mostly cause of his degradation. you swallowed dryly before obeying to his words and slowly went over.

as you got closer, seonghwa sat up and licked his lips as he began to unbuckle his belt. seonghwa unzipped his pants before pulling out his cock and stroked it slowly.

while san's dick was more thick and girthy, seonghwa's was longer and slimmer, just like his form. there was also a singular vein that ran down his length prettily, the sight alone made you shiver.

you shivered and watched seonghwa stroke his length as he chuckled lowly, "strip, but make it entertaining. you probably know how with a body like that." he scoffed as his eyes traveled down your form, eyeing your curves and crevices.

you didn't need to be told twice as you took off your jacket first as san whistled in the background. your cheeks heat up as you've never been this revealed in front of others, only in the comforts of your own home.

but your insecurities are washed away when you watch seonghwa stroke his length faster as his eyes traveled along your body, "c'mon, give me more..." he murmured with his brows furrowed, even then he sounded so authoritative.

immediately obeying the elder's words, you hesitated before slowly pulling the tank top over your chest, taking it off completely.

maybe you were fat and maybe you were skinny, but who knows? everyone views your body differently and you didn't know either. all you ever thought was that you were average, but you didn't feel so average under the gaze of two sexy men that are capable of pounding you till the sunrise.

you squeezed your thighs together as your heartbeat picks up, seonghwa notices this and stroked himself harder, squeezing his cock tighter as he groaned and stared holes through your head.

you took that as a sign to keep going as you slowly unzipped your pants, only then realising you wore the cutesy panties out today, never expecting to be performing a striptease for two mafia members.

seonghwa grumbled as he halts his movements, "can't you hurry it up? my dick's about to fall off." he comments harshly as san only chuckles popping a few pieces of chips in his mouth as he passed one to seonghwa, who's already bored as you've stood frozen.

you took in a deep breath as you pushed your pants down in one go, the fabric piling around your ankled as you stood awkwardly, your gaze turning to the interesting looking wall all around you.

san snorted and fell onto the couch dramatically as seonghwa only chuckled, "so adorable..." he murmured. you pursed your lips and blushed furiously, feeling seonghwa eat you up with his eyes.

he finally moved and rubbed the tip of his cock with his thumb as you water in awe. seonghwa pressed down and moaned, throwing his heda back from pleasure and blushing from the way you were staring.

seonghwa stopped his movements when he felt himself twitching as he breathes out, "come." just that one word sent a shiver down your spine as you immediately complied and moved on top of his lap, facing the male.

you could feel your heart hammering into your ribs as your hands placed themselves awkwardly onto seonghwa's shoulders.

the male shuddered as he pushed your hips down right onto his hardened cock. the feeling of your crotches rubbing together made seonghwa's breath hitch. he became even more aroused at the thought that the only thing separating the two were the thin fabric of your underwear.

you whimpered and felt your lower half jolt from the sudden friction of seonghwa's cock. you tested the waters and began to grind your clothed pussy onto his cock, watching in fascination as the foreskin moved up and engulfed the tip of his cock before moving back down.

seonghwa could feel the weens from your underwear and smirked, gripping your hips tighter and rocking them faster. "faster," seonghwa demanded as he groaned and threw his head back, "yeah, just like that- fuckin' whore..."

you picked up the pace, his degrading words serving as an encouragement for you to keep going. you would've forgotten that san was also in the room if not for his sudden groan. turning your head to the side, you blush harder at the sight of san stroking his hard-on, all while staring intensely with those dark eyes.

seonghwa grumbled and gripped your chin, his hand engulfing your entire jaw as he turned your head back and thrusted his hips up, making your panties push into your pussy slightly.

you let out a soft squeak as seonghwa growled lowly, "focus on me, bitch. you'll be riding my dick soon, so just be patient." he announced in an authoritative tone. that got you going as you whimpered softly and nodded your head, "y-yes sir."

seonghwa groaned, his cock twitching from how obedient you were being. "fuck, i can't take this any longer." he grumbled before suddenly halting your movements and pulling your hip upwards, you were taken aback by his actions but nonetheless complied.

seonghwa used one hand to move your soaking panties to the side, purring at the sight of your wet folds. you shuddered slightly when the cold air hit your cunt, your whole body was heating up from how exposed you were right now.

seonghwa rubbed his thumb over your clit as he chuckled lowly, "so wet already? thought i needed to prep you more, guess you're ready to take my cock..." he mumbled excitedly.

seonghwa gave his length a few more pumps before rubbing it against your folds, loving the way you whined and squirmed as he teased you. "p-please sir, don't tease me..." you whimpered softly and seonghwa felt his body grow weak with your begging.

you gasped and gripped onto seonghwa's shoulder as he pushed his cock all the way in without giving you a second to adjust. slamming his hips upwards, your thighs began to tremble as you panted, drool so close to dripping from your mouth.

you shifted on seonghwa's lap a bit, feeling his cock poking out of your tummy with the way it curled inside. seonghwa looked down and smirked seeing a small, barely noticeable bulge on your lower stomach.

finally catching your breath, you began to slowly move your hips up and down with the help of seonghwa's hands on your hips. he had to physically hold back from being too rough as it was pretty obvious that it was your first time taking a cock as big as his.

you thighs shook as you slowly began to move by yourself, your hands on seonghwa's shoulder to keep yourself steady. seonghwa smirked as he let his hands roam all over your body,you closed your eyes and let your body melt into seonghwa's touch along with his dick pounding deep inside you.

seonghwa began to grow more and more aroused as his hands trailed down and gripped your ass, humming from how your flesh spills from his fingers. he licked his lips before thrusting upwards roughly with the help of his hold on your asscheek.

you let out a loud moan at the sudden thrust and slap your hand over your mouth, feeling your drool trickle down your chin. you gripped onto seonghwa's shirt, creating crinkles around your fist.

you stuttered through your moans with each thrust, your body squirming and trembling as seonghwa stared up at you, absolutely entranced by the sight before him.

you were snapped out of your trance when your face was suddenly tilted upwards. soft moans continued to leave your mouth as san smirked and cupped your cheek, opening your mouth with his thumb as he smirked, his dimple showing on one side.

"open." san said softly, his tone was gentle and sweet unlike seonghwa's; authoritative and demanding. you gulped before opening your mouth slowly, san smiled and let his thumb press against the inside of your cheek, making you whine softly.

san licked his lips as he hummed, "you think you can take my cock down your throat, pretty girl?" you stuck your tongue out and moaned wantonly as you nodded.

san smiles softly as he takes out his throbbing cock and slaps it onto your face, "open wide, princess." he sang as tilts your head further back and slips his cock into your mouth, groaning at the feeling of your warm mouth.

san thrusts slowly at first as you adjusted to his size, already gagging and feeling it hard to breathe with his cock just halfway in. san hums before pushing the rest of his length down your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat making him shiver.

seonghwa tsked at how your attention wasn't on him anymore and quickly picked up the pace, thrusting his hips upwards at an animalistic pace and made eye contact with san as the younger hummed, understanding instantly.

you whined in a high pitch and sent vibrations through san's cock making the other shudder. san rested his hands on the side of your head before starting to thrust in and out, matching seonghwa's fast pace, making your head spin.

your whole body was trembling from how overstimulating this was. you felt like you couldn't breathe as your sight began to turn a bit hazy. seonghwa moaned lowly as your velvety walls clenched around him as he thrusted harder, hitting your prostate.

san was the same as he was starting to get addicted to your mouth, he knew it barely fit in your mouth and how tight your lips wrapped his length made him more turned on. he continued to slam his cock down your throat, feeling precum spill with each time his tip hit the back of your throat.

your face was beet red and you could feel san's precum dripping down your throat, and you could do nothing but let your body be used by these two men. but hey, this was better than dying, right?

seonghwa's thrusts became sloppier and slower as he let out his loud deep inside you not without cursing and moaning lowly. san was right behind him and fucked your face harshly before his seed was slipping inside your mouth, some of it running down your chin with how much he came.

with trembling thighs, you pulled out of seonghwa with a moan as the both of you watched his cum drip down your swollen cunt. seonghwa felt his heart beat faster at the sight and his soft dick hardened up within a second.

he quickly pulled you back onto his dick as you squealed, still overstimulated from before. "one more round..." seonghwa says breathlessly as he began to rock your hips, making you whine softly.

san followed along and tilted your face backwards, arching your back once again as he lathered his, still dripping cock onto your face. "i might need one more round also..." he chuckled awkwardly with red cheeks.

this was gonna be a long night...

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{11} - Morning Mist - Yandere!Dragon!Ateez X Chubby!Reader

Yandere AU & Dragon AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Focus on Yeosang, Jongho, and slight Mingi)

Words: 5,345

Warnings: Past death and trauma alluded to, This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: After quite some time, I finally present the next chapter of this series!!! Yay!! I really hope you all enjoy it! What I originally planned for this chapter is actually going to occur next chapter, but I think what happens, especially at the end is really important for the story. Can anyone guess what it is? Hehehe as always, feedback is greatly appreciate! Enjoy~

Also, gentle reminder that I do not do tag lists.

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Mini Masterlist

The next few days pass by with Jisung still following his own grieving process. He stops by either your place, or the Neo’s nest for food and to rest, before taking off into the peaks of the mountains again. A few times, he’s allowed Chenle, or Sungchan to join him, but he mainly flies solo for the time being.

You’re just glad he already seems to be beginning to heal. It’s a slow process, but steady, nonetheless.

The training with both San and Wooyoung has come to a slight pause for the moment, seeing as you’re now dealing with a grieving cub. Luckily, the two males are quite understanding, taking the time to perfect what you’ve already taught them. Quite eagerly at that, too.

You’ve even noticed a slight change already in all five of the Hala’s demeanours since you’ve began training those two rambunctious dragons of theirs. There seems to be a sharpness to their eyes that had never been their before, as if they are more in-tuned to their surroundings. A fact of which makes you incredibly content, for they are all learning more than you could have ever hoped for in such a short period of time.

Though, one thing that has been on your mind recently, is the fact that for the past few nights, you’ve sensed a very specific Hala flying closer and closer to your cottage. He seems to stop himself before he reaches the edge of the little clearing your house resides near, but he has started circling the area a few times before turning back each night.

Today is no different, but instead of just sensing one presence, you sense two. The exact two that had been on the edge of your radar that night with Jisung. Only this time, they seem to want to imitate how both San and Wooyoung were that first week with Jongho.

Stepping outside of your home, you rest a basket against your hip. Time to go harvest some herbs. Whether those two decide to follow you or not is up to them, but you’re not going to let them off the hook so easily.

Reaching the small natural garden just beneath the base of the one mountain, you get to work. You manage to pick herbs for about ten minutes before you hear some rustling coming from behind you. Long since have you sensed their presences, and at least they’re more stealthy than both Wooyoung and San were, but you do not fail to miss the harsh smack that sounds followed by a short hiss in response.

“You know, if you two were trying to track me, or even so much as observe my daily routine, you need to learn a few things first about cooperation.” You say casually, not even bothering to spare a glance behind you.

The bushes go deadly silent.

“Oh? What’s this?” You quirk a brow, turning to glance over your shoulder. “You think I don’t know when I’m being stalked? Especially by two dragons who have made it somewhat clear that they cannot stand me?”

A moment’s pause.

“We’re not stalking you.” Yeosang appears from within the bushes, stepping into the little open space you’re in between the trees.

“Then, what else would you call spying from the bushes?” Your lips quirk, turning back around to continue gathering herbs. “Observing?”

“See, I told you this was a bad idea.” Mingi grumbles, shoving himself out of the underbrush in the next second.

“You dragged me out.” Yeosang shrugs, crossing his arms over his chest.

Again, you turn to look at both males with a quirked brow. At the way you see Canary Man begin to sputter, ears turning bright red, you know the shorter of the two speaks the truth.

“Is there a reason you keep circling my territory every night, Canary Man?” You ask, shifting your position slightly to begin gathering a different herb. “Are you planning to burn my house to the ground while I sleep?”

“No!” Comes his immediate response, and you’re surprised by how panicked his answer sounds. He clears his throat. “I wouldn’t do that to someone who has saved my brothers' lives more than once.”

You hum, a slight quirk to your brow. “Wise answer.”

Yeosang shifts slightly on his feet. “We’re just curious about you.”

“Oh?” This piques your interest. “Are the stories your brothers tell about me that awful that you have to come see for yourselves?”

“How do you know they tell us stories?” The flame headed male crosses his arms over his chest.

One knowing glance from you says it all.

“They’ve said they’ve learned a lot,” Yeosang comments. “Not just from you, but from the Neos as well.”

“My boys are smarter than they lead people to believe,” you acknowledge. “If they wanted to, they could have claimed the crown a long time ago.”

You can just feel the way the taller male tenses behind you. “So, you do know more about this supposed jewel, then.”

“My father will never let me forget it,” you sigh, tossing the herbs in your hands rather pointedly into your basket. In the next moment, you’re standing back to your feet. “Is there a proper reason you’re here, or am I supposed to play assumptions until you leave?”

“Like we said,” Yeosang eyes the basket that you pick up and hold against your hip. “We’re just curious about you.”

“If you’re curious, you can come and ask me questions. Do not stalk me from my bush.” Your eyes narrow. “I thought I already made that clear to your youngest.”

“You did,” Canary Man huffs, amusedly. “Not that he’ll shut up about you, regardless.”

“All of them seem to enjoy discussing the topic that is you recently.” Yeosang observes, watching as you begin to walk towards one end of the mountain with that basket still in hand.

“I have also been told that someone enjoys my cooking,” you spare a knowing look towards the taller male, lips quirking teasingly. “You know, you’re both more than welcome to join our cookouts.”

Canary Man’s cheeks flare, halfhearted splutters of denial falling from his lips.

A soft chuckle escapes you, yet you fail to see the way Yeosang’s demeanour falters ever so slightly behind you.

At the way you notice the two of them still standing like statues in their spots, you spare them another glance over your shoulder. “Well, are you going to join me? I’m nowhere near done picking herbs, and I’d rather not continue being stalked from the bushes.”

That seems to get them moving, the two falling into step just behind you. Though, you notice Yeosang keeping quite a respectful amount of distance between himself and your back. Something the other male doesn’t seem to pick up on.

The moment you reach the edge of the small stream, you kneel once more. A small patch of herbs rests along the banks, and you begin picking through them, pulling the best ones and placing them into your basket.

Awkwardly, the two males shift on their feet behind you.

“If you’re as curious as you claim, you may ask me questions.” You say, not even bothering to spare them another glance. “I might not answer everything, and I have the right to refuse a question, but I am not unreasonable.”

Softly, Yeosang kneels beside you. “Would you like some help?”

You cannot hide the shock on your features as you blink at him in response. Then, you smile. “Sure.”

You don’t even have to say another word, for the male immediately gets to work. He’s a little cautious at first, moving slowly as he picks some of the herbs from the bank of the stream. Though, once he sees you nodding, somewhat subconsciously in approval, his confidence grows, and he begins to pick a little faster.

“You seem to know what you’re doing.” The taller male comments, moving to stand over his brother while feigning disinterest.

“Unlike you, Min, I listen to what my brothers have to say,” Yeosang retorts, somewhat knowingly, as he places another handful of herbs into your basket.

“I listen!” Said male protests, crossing his arms over his chest as a slight pout tugs at his features.

Again, you chuckle, and you fail to see the way Yeosang’s gaze darts briefly towards you out of the corner of his eyes.

“So, have Sannie and Woo been giving you private lessons after finishing my own?” You inquire, sitting back onto your ankles as you observe the bank carefully.

“They’ve tried,” the male still on his feet grumbles.

“Not necessarily.” Yeosang shakes his head at the same time.

“Yeo is just observant like that.” Canary Man finishes.

“Ah,” your brows raise in understanding. “Impressive. Are you the informant, then?”

“You could say that,” he smiles, somewhat faintly, his bangs hiding his eyes as he leans forward.

“You’re observant. A good skill to have, especially when gathering information.” You comment, pushing yourself back to your feet and dusting off your hands.

Instantly, Yeosang is back on his feet with you, your basket resting gently in his hands. Just as you go to reach for it, he turns away, already walking along the side of the stream.

You chuckle, “the next spot is this way.”

The way you quirk a brow at him has his cheeks dusting with a very faint pink as he walks back over to you. You pretend not to notice.

“Where did you learn all of this?” The taller of the two asks, nothing but curiosity in his tone despite him attempting to hide it. “How to harvest herbs and make remedies?”

“I believe I have mentioned that I am much older than I appear,” you smile faintly in response. “My father trained me for quite a long time. The rest I learned through trial and error.”

“You’ve made mistakes?” Yeosang’s brow furrows.

“I know, it’s quite difficult to believe,” you chuckle, leading them into a tiny clearing with a few bushes scattered around. “I still do. Not everything is perfect, nor is it meant to be. The important thing is to learn and grow from your past failings. Though, try not to fail when it really counts.”

At the way you suddenly grimace, the two dragons share a look.

“Is this about-“

Mingi’s inquiry gets caught in his throat as Yeosang harshly elbows him in his side.

You let out a sigh. “You do not know me well enough to be asking questions on such a personal topic you've eavesdropped upon.”

“Our apologies.” Yeosang bows slightly, that basket of yours tucked against his front.

Your eyebrows raise, slight amusement dancing within your orbs.

“What? Does him apologizing to you surprise you that much?” The taller male tilts his head slightly in curiosity.

“It does.” You blink, beginning to pick through some bushes to gather their fruit. “I am simply surprised by today’s turn of events.”

“We’re not as terrible as we seem.” Yeosang mumbles, averting his gaze to the side.

“No,” you hum. “I don’t believe you are.”

Your admission clearly catches them both off guard, for they blink at you in shock. Still, Mingi cannot prevent the corner of his lips from twitching upwards slightly. A fact which has him clearing his throat and steeling his resolve in the next moment.

“You both really don’t know how to stalk something without being extremely obvious you’re there, do you?” You tease, lightheartedly.

“We did what we always do.” Yeosang shrugs, moving over to observe the berries you’re currently picking while holding the basket out to you.

“Considering you have the power to harness wind, I’m surprised you don’t know how to cover your scents completely yet.” You reply, tossing the handful of fruit you hold into your basket.

“Cover our scents?” The taller frowns. “We do that already.”

You shoot him a look. “To basic creatures, maybe. But not to me or my Neos.”

“What do you mean?” Yeosang asks, brow slightly furrowed in confusion.

“You hide your nature to humans, hunters, and the like, but to trained creatures, they’d still be able to pick you out of a crowd.” You reply, turning your full attention to Yeosang beside you. “Which is surprising, given everything you can do with wind.”

“What can I do with wind?”

“Hide in plain sight.” Comes your immediate response, and you watch as he blinks in shock at you. “You can hide scents, sounds, cover your tracks, and everything. You just have to know how to harness your powers properly.”

“Yunho did say I could potentially tear the air out of someone’s lungs.” Yeosang nods, recalling the words his brother spoke to him a little while ago.

“You boys are still young, and you have much to learn.” You nod.

“We’re not that young.” Canary Man crosses his arms over his chest.

“Compared to me, you are.” You reply bluntly.

“I doubt you know everything.” He huffs.

“I don’t,” you agree, and you watch shock paint his features. “But I know a far greater deal than you.”

A low growl escapes his lips. “Are you challenging me?”

You snort out a laugh. “Believe me, Canary Man. If I were to challenge you, one of us would already be dead, and it wouldn’t be me.”

Even though Yeosang attempts to hide it, he cannot prevent the grin from taking over his lips.

“Stop smiling, she just threatened me!” He snaps, a hint of a whine to his tone as a frown pulls at his features. “And stop calling me Canary Man! That’s not my name.”

You nod slightly in acknowledgement. “Then what is your name.”

He blinks, clearly caught off guard.

“Mingi.” He swallows. “My name is Mingi.”

“Well, Mingi,” you meet his gaze, “has anyone ever explained to you how similar your personality can be to your power?”

His eyes flash in annoyance. “Plenty."

“No, I’m not just talking about someone saying you have a fiery personality,” you add, noticing how his jaw twitches once more in irritation. “I mean it in the way that fire is both equally consuming and rejuvenating.”

You can tell he’s caught off guard by your choice of words, and even Yeosang looks a little taken aback.

“It’s clear to me that many of you Halas are still attempting to find who you are.” You continue. “You simply cannot let your powers consume you.”

“What do you mean by that?” Yeosang questions, head tilted curiously in inquiry.

“I mean,” you turn to meet his gaze. “Do not let your power become what defines you. Yes, fire types can be hotheaded-“

“Hey!” Mingi doesn’t even get a chance to continue protesting before you’re continuing.

“But they can also be strong, unwavering, and warm like the very flames they can create.” You purposely meet Mingi’s gaze, and you notice how he swallows somewhat thickly. “Our powers can influence our moods, and decisions, but ultimately it is up to us whether we let them consume our every action. Fire is both destructive and healing. You just need to find the balance.”

“How would you know?” Mingi spits, taking a threatening step forward.

Your eyes flash in warning, and he backs off. For now.

“We are a lot more alike that you think. All of us.” You meet his gaze, a hint of amber shining within your own. “I have dealt with flame wielders more often that you think. You are more than just complete destruction. No one knows that better than me.”

Mingi scowls, spine straightening beneath your somewhat sympathetic gaze. He doesn’t understand why you’re looking at him like that, nor why your words seem to resonate so much with his very soul. What he does know, though, is that he’s had enough of this conversation.

“I’m done here,” without another word, he takes off, shifting into the air and flying away.

You let out a long sigh. “Perhaps that was too soon.”

“You certainly know a lot about our species.” Yeosang comments casually, peeking at you from out of the corner of his eyes. “As much as the ancients do.”

You purse your lips, wiping the excess berry juice onto your pants before going to reach for the basket in his grip. 

Again, he pulls away.

“I have enough sense to know there’s more to you than you’re letting on,” he comments, following right beside you as you begin to make your way back to your cabin. “I can only imagine what makes you so guarded, given the state of your back-“

“What have you seen?” The brief flash of fear he sees light behind your eyes as you shove him against the closest tree has him dropping the basket in shock.

“Just what happened when San accidentally grazed your upper spine,” Yeosang blinks, rather warily.

You seem to breathe a sigh of relief, detecting no false intonation of his voice from his answer. In the next moment, you’re pushing yourself off of him. “Sorry.”

“There’s no need to apologize,” he replies, leaning down to grab the basket once more after wiping off the front of his shirt. “Whatever happened must have been quite traumatic. You don’t let anyone touch your back.”

You spare him a cautious look. “Again, your observations are quite keen.”

“I am curious, but it’s not my place.” He answers, quite honestly at that, too.

“You’re right. It is not your place.” Your blunt response fills the air with a tense silence.

A silence which stretches on for quite a period of time. That is, until he’s breaking it once more.

“We haven’t told Mingi or Seonghwa about it.” He says, voice a mere whisper on the wind. He clears his throat lightly. “About your back, that is.”

His admission completely catches you off guard. “You haven’t?”

“I wouldn’t feel right if I did.” Comes his immediate reply. “I don’t know you very well, and you don’t know me. We’re not enemies; you’ve helped my clan more than we deserve. It would not be proper for me to-“ he catches himself, “for us to repay your kindness in such a traitorous way.”

Again, his words manage to shock you, and all you can do is blink at him.

“Jongho told us that your trust does not come easy,” he continues, “but you’ve already extended an understanding towards us that I know most of us do not deserve. We misjudged you, and I want to apologize for how standoffish I was at the start.”

Your lips tug upwards faintly in the corners, expression softening. “I think we truly are beginning to understand one another, Yeosang.”

The dragon before you cannot deny the way his heart simply races at hearing you address him so openly by his proper name.

“I think so, too.” He smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling as you both pause momentarily on the path.

You take the time now to search his gaze, just as he searches your own. Soft smiles rest on both of your features as you nod once. The way a weight seemingly lifts itself off of your shoulders has you relaxing, for it was something you hadn’t realized that you’d been carrying.

As much as you don’t want to admit, you’re starting to care for these Hala dragons. Though, from the looks of things, they’re also starting to care for you, too.

“I do have one more thing to ask you,” he says as the two of you continue back down the path once more.

“Oh?” You quirk a brow in inquiry.

“That salve you gave Hwa,” he begins. “He’s run out, and both San and Wooyoung refuse to make him more.”

You huff out an amused laugh. “They’re right to. We won’t start learning those types of mixtures for another week.”

“Seonghwa’s too proud to ask you himself,” Yeosang grimaces. “Would you- uh, might it be possible if-“

You can tell he’s struggling to get the words out, given how his cheers flare with a deep red.

“Are you asking me to prepare another salve for him?” You hum, knowingly.

“If you don’t mind.” He breathes, grateful you seemed to understand where he had been going with all of this.

“If he wants something, he should get used to asking for it himself.” You say, looking straight head.

Yeosang sighs. “That’s what I keep telling him.”

“Keep in mind, I’m not saying ‘no’.” A light hum escapes you.

The male cannot prevent the way his head whips towards you, hope shining in his eyes.

“I’ll let him know.” Yeosang echoes your hum, a small smile tugging at his features.

For the rest of the walk back to your home, a comfortable silence stretches on around you. There is an air of ease that settles between the two of you, perfectly content to simply enjoy the other’s presence. You’ve noticed that Yeosang isn’t much of a heavy talker, and you rather appreciate the way he can communicate with you only using either a few words, or simple glances. It’s quite a change from your typical exchanges with most of his brothers.

When you finally make it back to your place, you notice another dragon lingering around your back door.

“There you are, I was getting worried.” Jongho meets you halfway, reaching out to you only to halt himself before his hand can so much as graze your arm. He locks eyes with his brother. “What are you doing here?”

You notice how quiet Yeosang goes, demeanour shifting slightly from the comfortable silence you had just been experiencing, to a sort of tense guard. You frown slightly, but say nothing.

“I simply wanted to learn more about the woman that has the five of you so captivated.” Yeosang replies, somewhat bluntly.

Jongho pulls the basket out of his brother’s arms, somewhat firmly. All the while, he shoots the elder a look.

“We had a rather nice conversation, didn’t we, Yeosang?” You hum, turning to the aforementioned male.

“I’d say so,” he breathes, eyes softening ever so slightly as he shifts his gaze to you.

Jongho’s eyes narrow slightly, attempting to get a read on his brother. He doesn’t appreciate how close you and Yeosang appear to be all of a sudden.

“Thanks for your help,” you nod to Yeosang once more.

“Anytime,” he smiles, before turning to give his brother a firm nod. “See you at home.”

Without another word, Yeosang is shifting and flying away into the light of the now setting sun.

“You two seemed close,” Jongho grumbles, walking with you the rest of the way to your backdoor.

“He was simply curious,” you reply, stepping through the threshold only for Jongho to follow right behind. “He wasn’t alone, but Mingi decided to storm off earlier.”

“Mingi was with you?” The disbelief is clear in his voice as he places the basket of herbs onto your counter. “And he didn’t attempt to bite your head off.”

“Oh, believe me,” you chuckle. “I think he wanted to.”

“He hasn’t mentioned anything to us yet.” Jongho frowns.

“Ah, your clan connection,” you nod in understanding. “Perhaps he’s actually mulling over what I said.”

“What did you say?” Jongho quirks a brow curiously.

“Just some observations about his powers and personality,” you shrug, beginning to sort through the herbs in your basket.

“And he didn’t spontaneously combust?” If Jongho’s brows raise any higher, you’d swear they’d disappear into his hairline.

“I think he wanted to,” you chuckle. “But no. He did not.”

“You seriously are incredible,” he sighs, somewhat dreamily, sitting on your one stool and resting his cheek in the palm of his one hand.

“Is that a regular occurrence?” You grin, gathering a separate bowl to put all of the berries you collected into.

“I can’t count the number of times he’s singed one of us in anger,” Jongho chuckles. “I will never forget the impromptu haircuts we usually have to give ourselves thanks to him.”

“Oh, I believe you,” you nod, laughing along with him.

“Still, I’m surprised he even sought you out.” Jongho hums, wordlessly beginning to help you sort the herbs into separate piles on the counter.

“I was told they were curious,” you briefly glance up at him. “Seems someone is overbearing with their stories.”

Jongho’s mouth parts, greatly scandalized by your words. 

“I would never!” A blush begins to creep up his neck. Then, a mumble, “San and Wooyoung hardly ever shut up about you. Even Joong and Yunho can’t keep their mouths shut.”

You smile, a knowing gleam in your eyes as you step up beside him to affectionately ruffle his hair. “Aw, is my little man jealous?”

“Little?” He huffs, and in the blink of an eye, he’s stood back to his feet, trapping you between his arms against the counter. Slowly, he leans in, and you can feel his breath ghosting the skin of your neck. “I’ll show you there’s nothing little about me.”

You wish you could deny the way your breath hitches. Yet, at the pleased growl you feel reverberate against your chest from him, you know he’s heard it, too.

Gently, his hand is placed onto the side of you hip, squeezing the flesh appreciatively. What truly makes your head spin, though, is how tender his hold is. Not only that, but despite the sudden darkness that you can see swirling in his eyes, there’s still that undertone of affection dripping through.

A moment later, and you manage to gain control of your thoughts once more.

Slowly, you raise a hand to his chest, gently pushing him off of you. Only, he doesn’t budge.

“Jongho,” you sigh his name, and you immediately hear how his own breath hitches in his throat.

“Please, My Fated,” his voice is low, uneven as he speaks into the skin of your neck. “You must know what hearing my name falling from your lips in that tone does to me.”

This time, when you push him away, you use slightly more force.

“You don’t get to refer to me as that, yet.” Despite attempting to keep your tone sharp, you cannot help the waver in your voice.

You can see how his expression falls before you, shoulders drooping slightly as he steps away. Then, it’s as if he’s fully registering your words, for a spark of hope begins shining within his eyes.

Yet. You said he doesn’t get to refer to you as that yet.

“Only a mutual imprint designates the use of those name.” You say, carefully stepping away from him for the moment.

“Not to me,” he replies, honesty dripping from his tone as he meets your eyes. “Not when it’s always felt this right.”

“Then, I’m asking you to wait.” Your tone is softer than it was a moment ago. “I cannot promise the commitment you want from me right now, Jongho. I’m not promising you anything. The last person I gave my heart to-“ your breath catches in your throat, and you find yourself averting your gaze. You take a deep breath to steady your nerves, curling in on yourself for the first time while standing in front of the male before you. “The last person I gave my heart to shredded every last bit of me to pieces.”

A silence so deadly settles over the room, and you spare a glance upwards to see Jongho barely controlling his breathing.

Anger radiates off of him in waves, a hint of electricity spiking within the air. The tips of his fingers begin to spark as his eyes flash, steam escaping his nostrils with every exhale.

“It was Kun, wasn’t it?” He’s furious, whole body visibly trembling as he looses the grip on his anger. “I fucking knew it-“

“Jongho!” Your sharp tone manages to draw his attention to you for the moment. “Kun is not who I am referring to. He is none of your concern. Stop making one of my oldest friends into a villain.”

“Then, why-“

“I have already told you that he simply did what was best for him at the time.” You sigh, leaning back onto your counter once more. “He didn’t want to wait, and neither should you.”

“And I thought I already told you that I would wait however long it takes, even if it meant I only got to spend one day with you.” His voice softens, taking a cautious step towards you. “All I want is the chance to call you mine, and for you to call me yours.”

Slowly, you spare a glance up into his eyes. Just as they shone that night in the clearing, they shine now, the sincerity managing to take your breath away yet again.

“I need you to understand-“ you swallow, emotions suddenly heavy in your tone and threatening to choke you out at any given moment. “I need you to understand that I may never be able to give you what you seek.”

“Just being with you like this is enough for me,” he replies, voice a mere whisper on the wind. The earnest way he meets your gaze has a single tear spilling onto your cheek, and he’s quick to cup the side of your face tenderly in his palm. “I won’t lie to you. I desire you. I have desired you since the very first moment I laid my eyes upon you. Whether those desires of mine are met or not, I do not care. All I care about is the fact that you allow me to share in your presence with you, even if I do not deserve it.”

“Jongho,” you find you cannot form the words you want to say, feeling your heart leap into your throat as his confession.

He wipes away your tear.

“I understand you’ve been hurt in the past,” he breathes, and you can feel the way he still trembles the slightest bit against you. “Know that I will never hurt you. I will never make you feel unwanted, undesired, unloved. I cannot. I will not. It is not in my nature to deceive you like that.”

Both of his hands come up to cup your face, meeting your gaze tenderly. His eyes shine with a sincerity, with a passion you’re starting to understand. You can feel it in his touch. You can see it in his gaze. More than all of that, you can hear it in his words.

“This is my promise to you.” He stares deeply into your eyes, his own flashing as a sacred magic begins to flow between the both of you at his words. “I swear I will never betray you. I will never deceive you, nor will I ever use you. I will protect you until my dying breath, because with everything that I am, I am in love with you. Everything that I do, I do it for you.”

Your lips part, and you cannot help but raise your own hands to grasp lightly at his wrists.

“And if-“ he closes his eyes, as if the words he is about to utter pain him far more than any physical wound ever could, “if you truly ever want nothing to do with me, or you decide that you do not want me, I will respect your wishes, and honour your decision.”

Your hands tighten their grip subconsciously around his wrists, the tips of your fingers tingling as the magic flows through you both.

“Until the end of time, this is my promise to you. One which I have every intention to keep.” His grip becomes the slightest bit firmer over your skin as his eyes flash the deepest gold you’ve ever seen from him. 

“I swear upon my life, and the life of all of my forefathers before me, that all I care about,” he swallows thickly, “all I will ever care about,” Jongho meets your gaze one final time, and you swear you can feel his pulse beating right alongside your own.

You hold your breath.

“Is you.”

#yandere ateez #yandere au #yandere kpop #ateez scenario #ateez imagines #yandere jongho #yandere mingi #yandere san #yandere wooyoung #yandere yeosang #yandere hongjoong #yandere yunho #yandere seonghwa #jongho scenario #yunho scenario #mingi scenario #san scenario #wooyoung scenario #yeosang scenarios #hongjoong scenario #seonghwa scenario #kpop scenario #kpop au #dragon au #fantasy au

[melissavillove]

I'm seen alot of emet In legend AZ and while that would be so ccool. It's highly unlikely.

See pokemon likes its formulas. Keep doing something slightly diferent to keep it fresh. If we are gonna have another time traveler that get stuck before us. It's gonna follow the same pattern has ingo.

My idea for the pattern is, Someone who isn't a main plot character, i havent play black or white but im sure the train duo arent main plot charactes. A person who is connected deeply with someone else who will miss them dearly in their own time, like Emmett. and someone from the next generation, legends arceus takes places in sinoh while ingo is from unova, so if AZ is kalos, then our new time traveler has to be from alola.

I did play sun and moon so I'm familiar with the story. I did a Google search to refresh my memory. Unfortunately there are not alot of interesting side characters that dont connect to the main plot. But still i did my quick research and here are my options from posible Alola natives than get stuck in pass kalos.

Lillie or gladion

Another sibling duo, their story was sweet and heartbreaking so why not add more. wishes just reconnect after who knows how long and then for one of them to disappear to an unknown world without any memory would be so sad. Bonus points if we get to see a more confident Lillie helping the urban development of lumious city, or a more scare gladion been terrified of megas, yet wishes to learn more about how to bond with pokemons.

Nanu or Acerola

Nanu acts all uncaring but he does love acerola has she is the only family he has left. On the flip side, Acerola loves his uncle and keeps looking up for him. Acerola js elude to be descentdant from a royalt family, which would fit perfectly if she gets send into a pass Paris inspired place, she can be a princess or a noble lady. Nanu did take care of team skull making sure they weren't too problematic, so he could be something like a protector or something.

Hala or Hau

Self explanatory. Grampa loses grandkid or the other way arround. No idea what they could do in kalos though.

Plumeria or Guzman or kukui

I'm putting them together cuase is the same concept. If Guzman loses either kukui or plumeria he act all tuff but he be heartbroken if he loses one of the few people he can call friends. On the other side, if Guzman disappeared just after starting to fix his life out, I'll destroy kukui and plumeria. Though again, no idea what they could be in pass kalos.

Burner or kukui

Just. Couple angst. No more to say.

#pokemon #pokemon legends za #pokemon idea #angst #sad thoughts #ingo #emmet #professor kukui #profesor brunet #guzma #plumeria #Hau #hala #gladion #lilie #kahuna nanu #acerola

[magicwhiskers29]

I can't believe I haven't talked about this before, but augh, I've been rotating stuff about the Beast at Ichor Mountain and Audrey in the brain -- namely how I think you can draw some interesting parallels between the King of Hearts and Audrey.

Firstly, to get it out of the way, the nomenclature Audrey Redheart. Who is the beast at Ichor Mountain? The names clearly link our two suspects, and I think it's interesting that Audrey is one of notably few characters to actually have a given surname, in this game. Miriam doesn't. The Bard doesn't. Heck, none of Hala's family do, because they don't need a surname to remind you they're all related. (Iirc, Audrey may actually be the only Wandersong character with a surname!) So why Audrey?

Why Audrey, the character who gets referred to by her epithet, the Hero, more than her name anyway?

Because it's important, of course. For one, it gives Audrey a stronger sense of identity, specifically of the identity Audrey worries people won't care about her for. Audrey tells us her own surname, clearly indicating that she thinks important you know exactly who she is. But also, and more importantly for what I want to talk about, what it means.

It identifies red as Audrey's colour, suggesting a sense of strength. And I don't specifically mean physically -- rather, because it's paired with "heart", I'd interpret it to be implying strong emotions which, yeah, tracks. Audrey is angry throughout the game just as much as she's smug or entitled. I think it's even that anger that defines her more, because the haughty attitude is an act to play up being the Hero, whereas her anger at the Bard and Miriam for interfering comes from a very genuine place of fear.

Contrast this to the King of Hearts, who's established to be represented by pink, along with a lot of the rest of Ichor Mountain. Or, namely, the outside of Ichor Mountain and the core. At the heart of the mountain is the Overseer's palace, pink like him. And he was initially kind, the kind of happy-go-lucky guy we see the Heart Fairy to be, presumably. A very different kind of strong emotion. So he's the heart of the mountain. Okay, then he must be the "Beast at Ichor Mountain", right?

I think the phrasing of this act's name is interesting. It's not the Beast of Ichor Mountain, or the Beast on Ichor Mountain, but the Beast at Ichor Mountain. It's incidental. The beast isn't necessarily a native; they're just there, the beast who's found themself haunting the mountain named after the blood of the gods.

So I'll ask again. Who is the Beast at Ichor Mountain?

Well, it's Audrey. The King of Hearts is scary. He chases you down, fights against you, snarls at you, and enacts horror movie tropes on you, but we know what he's supposed to be like because we meet the Heart Fairy -- the next Overseer of Hearts. And we see this in the King of Hearts when the Bard sings to him, and it works, somehow it works, to start calming him down. The Bard, ever the bleeding heart, does what they do best, and offers the King of Hearts their heart and soul in the form of a song, and it works!

Until Audrey cuts him down. Audrey, who's decided to devote herself to a mission that has to go against what her heart says, because we know her motivation for ending the world, and it's not because she believes in the cause, cuts down the King of Hearts in the middle of a mutual display of unconditional love and compassion. Audrey, who sat there at the heart of mountain finally confessing that she's being Eya's champion to end the world and finally escape being Audrey Redheart, a nobody, and promised right there to give compassion a chance and face her struggles rather than clinging to more than just a self-sabotaging, but a world-ending lifeline, kills the King of Hearts.

Audrey only allows herself to be vulnerable without her sword. She needs it to feel important and powerful, and only allows herself to feel things about her mission, and process things about herself, when she can't just go slicing through hoards of monsters to earn some surface-level adoration and praise from people she never stops to make an actual connection with. So when she gets it back... She can't return to being Audrey Redheart, someone who maybe could have fitted in on Ichor Mountain had she listened to the Bard and continued to follow their example. She has to be the Hero, even if that's the hero who becomes the beast at the mountain.

And because this is Wandersong, let's do a little musical analysis.

04:46-05:10, specifically. Why? This is the mash-up of the Heart and Hero motifs. Overpoweringly, we can hear the Hero motif blaring on guitars in the foreground, but also the sure and steady Heart motif from the Heart Fairy's theme in the background. The Hero motif is stronger because Audrey is clinging to it, absolutely, but also because two people are using it. And they always have been.

The Hero motif is first used in the prologue to be just that, a theme for the Hero. But then the Bard reclaims it in Chapter 2 for "I wanna be the Hero", and also "I'm going with you". These are the times the player is going to first notice it, because it's shown to them so clearly! It's only associated with the Hero, and Audrey, again later on, because it's a concept, not a person. It's a concept any character can cling to, and unlike the Bard, it's Audrey's whole identity. It becomes her motif by force.

So in this piece where it's used, it's Audrey, or more accurately, the Hero, vs the King of Hearts. And the music already shows us who will win. We've discussed which motif is played stronger.

So who is the Beast at Ichor Mountain? She's the one who takes her sword in hand and tries to slice her way through the heart of Ichor Mountain.

#Wandersong #Wandersong spoilers #audrey redheart #wandersong audrey #audrey wandersong #king of hearts wandersong #Whiskers rambles #Long post #Analysis

[potatomountain]

“New Year’s Kiss”

Ateez Seonghwa x video director reader. NSFW One-shot

MINORS DNI OR I SWEAR TO THE HALA GODS-

also Happy New Year, 2023 for the wwin bbes! Let’s start it off with a body worship new years Seonghwa smut xD

Synopsis: Working with the boys since pretty much their debut, and now one of the co-directors in charge of the MV aspects, you finid yourself totally entranced by Seonghwa in the new Halazia video, bringing you to admitting some feelings for the idol, and an internal crisis (plus an external force) leading to your unexpected confession and starting the New Year off in an unexpected way.

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warnings: smut, body worship, use of “baby girl”, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), hair pulling (both receiving a lil), oral sex (reader receiving), reader be insecure, Yunhoe is a lil shit :3, let me know if i missed any tags.

ending crack energy brought to you and inspired by the one, the only, @hwaightme 

You told yourself you would never date an idol, working in the industry for some time you saw all the good and bad parts of idol life, and knew being a significant other of one was just asking for hell. You weren't one yourself, but you worked with them plenty as a visual artist for directing and composing music videos. 

You had been under a contract with KQ, as well as participating on directing other groups and videos, your expertise directing videos that required a lot of cgi, or stories that had a messy feel to them: much like Ateez's. You loved it, bringing a vision to work, seeing the final product with the effects, the members, song, all of it becoming one beautiful cohesive unit. A lot of times the idols would talk things over with you, asking how they can express certain story elements or what scenes can be added to the mv to give what feels they want.

None talked to you more than Hongjoong as he always had a vision, which you highly respected; but to you no other performer blew you away as much as Seonghwa. Over the years you developed a friendship with them all, working so close and entwined with so much of their idol life it seemed natural. See friends with idols you can handle, it made work easier because you knew these people, understood them on a deeper level than just colleagues, and could hone your craft even more- you wanted it to stay like that.

But did you really? For what seemed the fiftieth time in one night you rewatched the Halazia video, taking in your work as it had broken a new record for Ateez and hit ten million views in ten hours and was top of the charts anyways. You had to admit you were quite the fan of Ateez too, loving their music, their vibes, their visuals and work ethic- and it was probably those reasons that had you hunched over your laptop in the spare studio watching the video yet again.

Yes definitely that, and not how utterly captivating Seonghwa was. One part in particular you would replay, watching the way his head rolled back and his tongue flicked in his open mouth as he stared up at the sky as if praying to some sensual God. That few seconds had you captivated in a way that your thighs rubbed together, craving some sort of friction.

You had to accept that your attraction to Seonghwa was far more than it should be, but that was all you were about to admit. Wanting to fuck an idol this intensely was bad enough, if emotions were attached to that there was no coming back.

Replaying the MV once more, your eyes were glued to Seonghwa at each part, mesmerizing his expressions, his movements, every flick of his tongue and breath he took. Finally, you had enough, pausing the mv on the one part you had begun to fantasize about, groaning as you let your head fall to the desk with a light thud. “This shouldn’t be this fucking hot, ugh, I shouldn’t be thinking about him that way.”

“Well if that he is me, by all means please keep thinking about it.” You jumped at the sudden voice, turning quickly with your heart beating rapidly in your chest only to see Yunho leaning against the now open door of the small studio; you hadn’t even heard it open.

“What are you doing?” You hissed, a hand on your chest in an attempt to fight the rising panic as you realized you had most likely been caught fawning over his band mate.

Yunho’s wide cheshire grin told you he most definitely caught you. “So Seonghwa huh? Atiny do love to talk about that tongue of his.” 

You immediately groaned, head falling into your hands. “Please pretend you saw nothing-”

“And miss all the teasing I can do? Come on, you know me better than that.” He stepped in, shutting the door behind him as he did. 

“We’re friends, colleagues, it’s not right. Plus, my job would be on the line.”

Yunho rolled his eyes, glancing over at the laptop which you quickly shut as shame filled  you at the fact it was still paused on Hwa’s sensual expression. “You do realize, we’ve been given the okay to have relationships inside the company?”

This was news to you, eyes going wide as you stared up at him. “Thats bullshit, I would’ve-” You words trailed off, remembering the first time you found yourself starstruck by Seonghwa’s part in the Halazia MV during filming, some of the other female staff were just enamored, with all of them.

“They’re really shining, it makes it hard not to be a little obsessed with them.” One of the stage hands muttered to her friend just a few feet to your right, sighing wistfully. “Think any of them would be willing to just one night?”

“You know the rules, CEO Kim doesn’t mind company relationships but when it comes to the idols, they have to be the ones to ask for it. He doesn’t want the whole company trying to flirt with them while working.” At the time you had taken her words as meaning Idol’s were off limits in general, which was the mantra you had drilled into your head from the moment you decided this was the line of work you wanted to do.

Focusing back on the present, your eyes meet Yunho’s gleeful ones, frowning further. “That’s if Seonghwa wants it, and I’m not that delusional Yunho.” Sighing you stood up, grabbing your laptop, and as if on cue finally noticed he was dressed up. “What’s the tux for?”

He deadpanned, blinking a few times before shaking his head dramatically. “Jeez, You’re almost making this too easy to tease you-”

“Yunho-” You threaten, tone dropping several octaves. 

“It’s New Year’s Eve, CEO Kim is throwing a KQ New Year’s party for the staff and idols after the end of the year show- I was on my way out, looking for Hongjoong wherever he went to, when I instead find our other workaholic dear friend. Tsk Tsk.” Yunho gently tapped the tip of your nose before turning back to the door. “It’s in the company meeting hall in four hours, make sure to be there.” 

He left you with a playful wink that felt more like a threat to you. However, you knew you couldn’t miss it, after all your staff had been talking about a congratulatory gift for ATEEZ for the hits on Halazia, and they insisted you be there. Sighing, you grabbed your laptop and decided to head home to get ready.

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Four hours later and you originally felt as if you might have overdressed for the party but quickly realized maybe not so much. The dress you wore was long and black, with a slit up to just above the knee and a trail of embroidered gems moving from around the slit up all the way to about mid-waist. The sleeves were long, off the shoulder and a low cut bust, with similar gems lining around the wrist and the deep neckline. 

The only reason you wore it was because Seonghwa had mentioned briefly how it would look good on you while the both of you were scrolling through fashion ideas with Hongjoong for the Paradigm video. Thinking back to it now, you realized you had bought it not because you respected his fashion advice (which you did), but because you wanted him to think you were beautiful, just once, the way you thought he was. Now you were realizing how stupid crazy you had fallen for a man that should’ve been off-limits.

The meeting room was packed with the KQ employees, even KQ Fellaz 2 and Seon Kim himself were there, as well as Eden and his soon-to-be wife everyone was excited to officially meet. You thought you might be safe from Yunho’s teasing, perhaps you could avoid ATEEZ all together and just enjoy the party with your fellow co-workers and friends-

As the room erupted in cheers, the prized idols of KQ arriving in the hall, you knew that wasn’t going to happen. Holding the wine glass you co-director had handed you merer moments ago, you slipped more into the back of the meeting hall, finding anyone there to mingle with. With the dozens of KQ employees it should be easy to keep yourself away from them, in particular Yunho and Seonghwa, right?

Wrong again. The party officially started nearly an hour before midnight, the national new year festivities playing on a large screen on the far side of the room for the countdown at midnight, and in that one hour you had embarrassingly run from Yunho and Seonghwa on several occasions. At one point you were beginning to think the two were looking for you on purpose, and that only had your panic rising further.

You knew, knew, running from them just made things worse- it probably encouraged Yunho to just keep continuing, but for Seonghwa you couldn’t help but notice the way his brows pulled up in obvious concern, biting down on his lip in confusion. He looked stunning as he always did, even more so now as you were now aware of just how much you found him stunning, irresistible… perfect.

You were talking to one of your staff about the congratulatory gift, discussing a time best to give it to ATEEZ, and they were asking if you would like to be the one to do it. You shook off the responsibility, instead giving the Honour to your co-director and senior who had taken you under his wing when you first got hired at KQ. Sure you were the one who did the planning, but he directed the videos, his expertise and touch giving the MV’s the final touches that made them as amazing as they were. Reluctantly the staff walked off to go speak to him, and as You sipped on your now third glass of wine, your eyes found a familiar mop of pale blonde hair, a familiar head leaning down and whispering in his ears just as your eyes locked with Seonghwa’s.

The moment his eyes widened and Yunho pulled away with a grin, you panicked once more. Five minutes to midnight, and your only instinct was to leave. The hall wasn’t safe, he would find you, so without really thinking you set the wine down and rushed out, squeezing past the other colleagues as Seonghwa called after you, almost desperately. The moment you were in the company hall, you bolted for the comfort of your office in your panic, not even thinking of leaving the building

You just forgot one damned thing: the elevator. 

Just as the doors slid open, you heard him call for you, quickly closing in. You didn’t look over your shoulder, instead pushing into the elevator and hitting the button over and over to close the doors. Luck was not on your side tonight, Seonghwa slipping in just as the doors were beginning to shut, effectively locking you two in the closed space, both of you out of breath and chests heaving from the impromptu game of cat and mouse- in which you, the mouse, was now caught.

“Dammit, why did you run?” Seonghwa paced the other side of the elevator as you flattened your back against the wall behind you, trying, and failing, not to let your emotions get the better of you, your dread obvious on your face with your wide eyes and lack of color on your cheeks. It took one glance at you for Seonghwa’s expression to crumble in perhaps the most heartbreaking way possible. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

You were still wrapping your head around your own emotions for this man across from you, the same emotions your own moral code and insecurities were beating up and crushing into sand beneath your feet, that you had physically taken it out on him. That wasn’t fair to him, to suffer just because you couldn’t handle the crushing realization of your love for him. “I’m sorry Hwa, I-” You looked everywhere but him, the doors opening to your floor and you stared out into the hall, ready to bolt. “You didn’t do anything, I’m just nervous…” You went to move off the elevator but he was quick to block the way, staring down at you with an unreadable gaze.

“I’m the one making you nervous though aren’t I?”

Instead of answering you stared just under his arms, fidgeting with the simple silver bracelet around your left wrist. “I need to grab something from my office Seonghwa, let me.”

“Only if I can come with you.” He wasn’t letting me escape that easily, leaving me with either the option of being stuck in my office with him, or this elevator that was perhaps going to move again soon; the constant moving was no doubt going to just make the twisting in your gut worse by the second.

So you lamented. “Fine.” A second later he was following you down the hall, around the corner and right to your office. You stepped in, debating on shutting the door in his face, but what good would that do you now? So you let him in, moving to the other side of the room where you had your bag on the small sofa there. You didn’t say a word, and would have kept it up, except when you turned back around Seonghwa was right there, his chest a few inches from yours as he muttered your name.

You looked up, feeling quite vulnerable at his closeness in such a small space, that stupid snippet of Halazia once more running through your mind as you could partly feel his breath. “I have what I want, can w-”

“Why am I making you so nervous? What did I do? Did I say something wrong? You’ve been running from me all evening, I thought I did good with Halazia so-”

“You did!” You couldn’t stand the torn expression on his face any longer, reaching up to cup his cheeks. “You did nothing wrong Hwa, you never do. For fuck’s sake I could never find a fault of yours even if I tried.”

He seemed to relax a bit at your words, leaning into the palm of your hand. “Then what did I do? Yunho said you were upset with me… over something I did in the Halazia MV.”

Dammit Yunho- I’ll get you for this later. You thought to yourself, staring up at the sullen Seonghwa. You could admit that you hated seeing him down like this, especially because of what you had done, what you were still doing. “I wasn’t upset with you, but myself-”

“Why? I thought the entire MV was amazing. You always do an amazing job-”

“As do you.” I cut him off, letting my hands drop and taking a step back, the back of my legs hitting the couch. I could hear the entirety of KQ chanting the countdown to midnight as most of South Korea were right now. “You do a little too good of a job sometimes Seonghwa, I was mesmerized to the point I was upset with myself for the thoughts I had, and I just couldn’t look at you because of it.” The admission had you shifting reluctantly, causing you to lose balance against the couch and fall back.

Seonghwa moved just as you fell, an arm wrapping around your waist and the other slamming against the back of the couch to leave you in quite the awkward position. The countdown hit the thirty second mark, and you were lighting up like a traffic light at the proximity of him, face inches from yours. His confusion and worry melted to understanding as he saw how flustered you got, squirming in his arms and bringing your sweaty palms to his chest.

“Oh- fuck-”

20 seconds.

“Hwa-” You looked up at him through your lashes, shifting in his arms but that only had you realizing your hips were pressed to his with the way he was holding you away from the couch.

15 Seconds.

He glanced at your parted lips, slowly leaning in as he muttered your name. “I want to kiss you, can I?”

10 seconds.

You could hardly believe he asked such a thing, that he would want to, but you had imagined those lips on yours far too much this day already and couldn’t deny the actual possibility, even if- you chased the thoughts off and simply nodded.

5 seconds. 4. 3. 2- and his lips were on yours, immediately slipping into a frenzy as you gave no hesitation to kiss him back; cheers from the floor beneath you were drowned out by the sounds of your heartbeat and the sweet sound he made that made your knees weak.

It was absolutely surreal to be kissing Park Seonghwa as the new year transitioned, succumbing to him rather easily as he gently sat you down, his lips still moving against yours with such a need you could feel your lips becoming quite swollen already. Your hands slipped up his suit, around his neck and then found home in his styled locks, which despite the product it still felt so soft between your fingertips. He pulled away first, only to bring his lips to your chin and then along your jaw.

“You don’t know what seeing you in this dress does to me- for starters, I picked it didn’t I? And you look even more breathtaking in it than I imagined.” He whispered each word against your skin between kisses, his breath having the same effect his lips and little bites did. To emphasize his words, he ran his hands over your sides and over the gems that hemmed your cleavage. “This in particular I wanted to cover with my lips.”

The light touch of his fingertips running against your skin just at the hem of the top had you pressing your legs together, peering down at him through lidded eyes as he kissed along your collarbone and then lower. “Hwa… we shouldn’t-”

His hand on your waist tightened immediately, lifting his gaze to meet yours as his lips pressed against the soft mound of your left breast. “Don’t give me that- You finally noticed me, I don’t want to hold back or be reasonable for tonight dammit.”

Your breath caught in  your throat at his confession, hands stilling as your eyes went wide. “What do you mean finally?” Your heartbeat was nearly deafening in your own ears and yet he pressed a kiss to your flesh over it, his hand cupping under your breast and giving a slight squeeze to push it further against his lips.

“I want you, more than anything Beautiful, mind, body, and heart- and I’ve been trying to get you to notice that for over a year now.” His voice had dropped a few octaves, making his confession all the more sensual.

“But I- I’m not good enough for you Hwa, I’m not as beautiful as you think or or or amazing as you are. I’m only-” He had brought his lips up to yours, breaking off your stream of blabbering insecurities and melting you back into the cushion beneath you.

When he pulled away, both of you were a bit flushed. “No one is more beautiful to me than you, and I’m going to make sure you know that this year.”He pulled away, working on his tie as he headed for your office door and locked it, turning back to you with a darkened gaze and expression you had briefly seen in his MV’s and stages when acting; but you knew he wasn’t acting now. He looked at you with such an intense need you were clenching around nothing, already craving what he seemed to be promising. “Stand up, we need that dress off of you.”

You did as told, standing up and reaching for the zipper on the side (the only way you had managed to get it on yourself), tugging it down and over your hip with reddened cheeks. The dress itself had been too tight in the bust area for a bra but you had a feeling that Seonghwa would be delighted to know that; sure enough, as you pulled the top of the dress down to rest around your hips, his expression darkened further, tongue running over his lips in such an erotic way you were rubbing your thighs together.

“Fuck they’re even more beautiful than I imagined-” He still made time to set his suit jacket neatly over the back of your desk chair, working at the buttons on his shirt as he made his way over. “I’ll need to keep some clothes on, I hope you don’t mind darling.”

You nodded, watching him approach while you let the dress hand at your hips, instead opting to try and cover your breasts with an arm. He didn’t seem happy with that, pulling your arm to the side before grabbing your hips and pulling you closer. His lips found yours again, once more melting you under their ministrations, this time his tongue slipping between your own as if wishing to devour every sound you made; all the while he pushed your dress down further until it fell to the floor around your feet. His lips still locked in yours, breathing in every soft whimper you made, he helped you step out of the heap of cloth and then guided you back to the couch.

His shirt was hanging open when he moved his lips down, from your lips to instantly latching onto the first hardened peak of your breast, moaning against your flesh while his hand kneaded the other. Your head fell back, eyes lidded as he elicited a soft moan out of you, only urging him further as his free hand slipped between your legs and cupped your sex through your panties, a low growl reverberating through his chest at how wet you already were.

“How am I going to take my time with you when  you’re already so wet Darling?” He kissed from one nipple to the other, latching on and giving it the same attention as the other, teeth scraping the hardened flesh and his tongue circling and sucking in the ways he had quickly found out you liked. “Spread them for me- good girl.” He immediately praised you as you obeyed, chuckling at the whimper you gave in response.

He truly wanted to take his time, lips devouring every inch of your flesh that his hands were not tracing to memory, rubbing you through the soft cotton of your underwear to further soak the article until even his fingers were slick from it. He moved down your body, pressing soft but heated kisses along your stomach, looking up to catch your gaze as he pressed he ran his tongue from your navel down to the hem of your underwear where he gripped it with his teeth.

Before he could pull your underwear down, your hands gripped his shoulders to stop him, chest rising and falling a bit erratically with how worked up he had gotten you already. “Y-You don’t have to do more-”

“I want to-”

“But-” He reached up and grabbed your hands, using them to help pull your underwear down and past your knees.

“But what? Use your words. Am I making  you uncomfortable, or is there something else you want?” Instantly you thought of the MV at his question, at the expression he had worn with his held tilt back- part of you wanted to drive him make that particular expression, as if you were the God he was worshiping. 

Seeing the way your expressions shifted, the way you bit your lip and wiggled your hips, Seonghwa smirked. “What is it you want? I’ll give you anything, do anything-” As he spoke he trailed kisses down your inner thigh while his hands pulled your underwear off completely. He moved his lips to your ankle that he lifted up, placing a soft kiss just under the strap of your heel before up your calf. “Tell me.”

“I don’t think I can be quiet the moment you touch my cunt Hwa, if I dared ask for my crazier- fantasies of you- I most certainly won’t be able to and I-” You shook your head, bringing your hands up to hide your face as if it would keep him from seeing the shame written all over it.

But he just widened his smirk, moving to your other leg and pressing a similar trail of kisses from ankle to knee and up your thigh. “If you get too loud, I’ll bury your face into the couch if need be- but that doesn’t answer my question. Beautiful, tell me what you want me to do. How do you want me to please you?” He purred the words mouth inches from your twitching lips, walls clenching around nothing at the feel of his breath. “Or would you rather I tell you how I want to please you?”

He ripped his gaze from  your cunt to meet your eyes once more, your breath hitching at the question written there. At your soft nod, he pushed your legs open further, resting the back of your knees on his shoulders as his gaze lowered once more. “I want to eat you out like I’ve been a starved man and never had anything as sweet- just look at you, dripping and twitching for me, that sweet cunt begging me to drive it crazy with my tongue-” He slipped his tongue out, flattening it to his chin just to show you how long it was, his eyes soaking up your reaction to it. “-and after I have your cum covering my mouth and chin, your legs clenching around my head as your body shakes from how good of a fucking orgasm I’m going to give you, then I’m going to sit you on my lap, impale you on my cock, and watch the way you bounce until we are both so thoroughly fucked we won’t want to leave this office the rest of the year.”

You could picture it all so vividly, his breath cascading on your wet folds with each deep husky word that you were at your limit already. “Seonghwa- I want that but-”

“But what?” He growled out, expecting you to try and dissuade or stop him.

“But when I’m bouncing on your cock, I want you to- um-” With his intense gaze on you and his heavy breaths still fanning your core, you were losing your courage and focus. “The MV-”

He seemed to follow with those two words, slowly leaning in. “Which part?” He gently touched his lips to yours, fingers digging into your thighs to keep you steady as your body reacted with a jolt at the touch.

“The second chorus, when you're center… your head tossed back and that expression-” Your words cut off on a strangled moan as his lips latched around your needy clit, all other thoughts leaving your mind.

But he had enough to go on, chuckling against your bundle of nerves. “You want me to look like that? Mmm, you really are naughtier than I thought, Beautiful, but I love it.” Like a wire snapping all chatter died between the two of you as he devoured you, his skillful tongue and lips harassing your clit and running along your already swollen lips to devour every drop your cunt produced. When your hands threaded into his hair and pulled him closer, he groaned, moving one of his hands to slip two of his fingers into you and curl them, immediately looking for your sweet spot.

When the sounds you were making became louder and more incoherent thanks to the familiar coil in your stomach tightening, he reached up and covered your drooling mouth with his hand, pumping his fingers faster while his tongue worked wonders. He could feel your thighs shaking already, the clench of your walls signaling your coming release, and he brought it to fruition with a hard suck to your bundle of nerves in just the right way.

Seonghwa would later swear he had never tasted anything sweeter than your cum on his tongue, nor had he felt so damned turned on than with the way you lifted your hips to grind against his mouth for as much friction as you could get to rid out your high- which, he still devoured you through.

He pulled away, sucking his fingers clean befre setting your trembling legs down as he stood up and worked his slacks off, taking in the sight of you before him as you tried to catch your breath, chest heaving and hands gripping the couch while you watched him through hooded eyes. He swore he never saw anything more beautiful in his life, but you were thinking the same as he folded his pants and set them with his suit jacket, standing before  you with only his white dress shirt unbuttoned and hanging open so you could admire him fully. His cock hard and throbbing as he made his way back to you, his chin still a bit wet with your own slick. As he sat down next to you on the couch, pulling you onto his lap and situating your legs on either side of him your breath hitched at the sight of him beneath you like this, staring up at you with such an intense array of emotions your heart hammered for an entirely new reason.

How could you deny that you loved this man so much, for so long?

You cupped his jaw with your hands, leaning down and pressing your forehead against his while his hands ran over your thighs and hips, then back down before grabbing just behind your knees and pulling you closer. He muttered your name breathlessly, closing the distance between your lips, only to hesitate as he remembered that his were covered in your filth. You didn’t care, moving the last hairsbreadth until your lips were tasting your own cum on his lips. For a small moment that's all you two did, holding each other and slowly moving closer, trembling lips so soft on the others.

“I’m so in love with you, Seonghwa.” You murmured against his lips, only to have his crashing on yours with a sudden need that had you gasping out. His grip was tighter, pulling you against him with trembling hands. 

Leaving you breathless, he started pressing kisses to your shoulders, muttering your name over and over with such emotion you had to fight off tears, nearling losing the cause when he muttered “I’m so fucking in love with you too, fuck-”

Your sweet moment with him quickly heated up further, your hands running down his arms and then up his chest as his lips found your breasts once more. “Hwa- I can’t take it anymore please-” You rolled your hips, effectively dragging your lips along his shaft and coating him in your slick; he thrust his own upwards in response, sucking a bit harshly on your tit.

“Please what, baby girl?” The shift in his tone had butterflies swirling in  your gut

“I need you Hwa, please-” You whined out, continuing to roll your hips and relishing in the friction, a promise of what was to come.

He hummed against your flesh, stilling your hips with his hands and then lifting you up. “Stay just like that for me then alright?”

You nodded, hands on his shoulders as you watched him reach between you, positioning his head at your entrance and then slowly lifting himself to push in. Gasping out, your hips twitched as if to slam down and take him fully, but his hand on your waist held you still. “Not yet Darling, I want to watch you take in every inch of me-” He sounded just as breathless, pushing up inch by slow inch, his nails digging into the flesh of your side as he tested his own patience, until finally he bottomed out inside you.

Neither of you moved, locking heated gazes as you reveled in the feeling of him throbbing inside you. Time felt frozen for a moment, but each second that passed by had you feeling more and more self conscious. “Hwa, please I- ah!” He cut you off with a sharp thrust upwards, sending your forward so your chest was flat against his.

“Can I grab your hair?” He breathed out against  your ear, followed by another rough thrust and a deeper “Please-”

“Y-yes.” At your consent he reached  up and slipped his hand into your already messed up hair; the hour you took styling it seemed to be wasted as his fingers tugged on the strands and pulled you back just enough to admire the full length of your torso. Before you had time to be self-conscious, he had you quite literally bouncing on his cock hard enough your chest bounced with each thrust. Quickly your whimpers filled the room, accompanied by the sound of skin slapping against skin and his low grunts as he worked at a steady pace.

None of your fantasies could compare to this, could even hold a candle to Hwa’s expression as he soaked up the sight of you, bouncing on his lap, his brows pulled together slightly in concentration, biting down on his lip. His soft mutterings of how beautiful you looked like this just made the sight all the more breathtaking.

He shifted, just a bit, somehow that slight movement was all it took to have him hitting the back of your walls, that one spot that drove you crazy, which had you crying out. “Fuck-” His hand dropped from your hair, bringing one of your hands up to your mouth to cover the loud noises spilling from them. He had never heard a more beautiful sound, yet he didn’t want someone hearing you. The loud cheers from below are a gentle reminder of just where you were and that any one of your coworkers could come up here and find you impaled on Seonghwa’s cock like this.

The idea, fueled by his thumb brushing over your clit, quickly had that familiar feeling bubbling in your gut, your whimpers muffled behind your hands. It was when Seonghwa tilted his head back, letting his mouth fall open and looking up at you through his lashes with just the tip of his tongue protruding, that you quickly came undone. Your head fell back, body tensing up and spasming in his hold as he continued to thrust up into you with an erratic pace now, sounds spilling from his lips like no other you have ever heard, moans that had you seeing stars just as much as his thumb was on your overstimulated clit.

“I’m going to-” He broke off on a curse, a few more thrusts before he pulled out, twitching beneath you as his hot cum spilled all over the both of you: your stomach and thighs, his stomach and even his shirt a bit. Both hands on your hips, he pulled you flat against him, devouring the soft whimpers escaping your lips with his own in a breathless kiss.

Slowly the kiss lessened to soft little pecks, moving from your lips to your nose, both cheeks, and then settling on your forehead before his arms wrapped around you and held your head into the crook of his neck. “I love you Beautiful.”

Your chest once more warmed with his admission, tilting your head back to look up, breath catching at the pure soft look in his eyes. “Hwa… I love you too.”

“No more avoiding me okay?”

“Mmm okay.” You rested your head once more, letting out a content sigh. “Do you want to come back to my apartment with me?” 

He placed a kiss to the top of your head, hands running along your exposed back in a soothing manner. “A thousand times yes, but we have a busy schedule tomorrow-”

You groaned, your hands running up his chest to wrap around his neck. “Then tomorrow night? Or when? Hwa…”

“I will as soon as I can.” He kissed you softly. “For now we should clean up and head down before one of them starts looking for us.” You nodded, knowing your presence would be much less missed than Seonghwa’s, in fact it was a miracle that no one had yet.

“Just uh, how do you expect us to clean up?” You giggled when he looked dumbfounded, looking around the room for anything. “I guess I’ll have your cum on me for the rest of the night-” Your giggles turned into full laughter at the playful growl he gave you.

“That just makes me want to cover you up with more.”

“Some other time Hwa, when I can just jump in the shower afterwards.” You patted his shoulders and pulled yourself off of him. His gaze ran along your neck and shoulders, wincing at what he saw. “What? Is it bad?”

Nodding, he stood up and ran his hands over the few marks he had unintentionally left in the heat of the moment. “You’re going to need to borrow my jacket.”

Downstairs Yunho was getting fidgety, glancing at the door as Hongjoong stood before him once more, arms crossed and once again asking what had happened to Seonghwa. “I told you, he said he left the vacuum on too long and needed to rush off and take care of it before it blew up.” He repeated the inside joke, recalling the not so discreet way Seonghwa had run after you earlier, the words “I left the vacuum on” leaving his lips in a soft mutter before very much calling after you.

They all had known Seonghwa had it down bad for you for some time, but like you, had kept it professional, despite the dozens of times Hwa would drag one of the others to talk to you because he “felt like he would melt under your smile if he was alone.”

Hongjoong had noticed Seonghwa leave just after you, so he wasn’t convinced at Yunho’s protests. “I swear if this vacuum is who I think it is, I’m scolding you both.”

Yunho gave a playful salute. “Yes sir!”

Needless to say when  you both had returned, hair haphazardly fixed and you wearing Seonghwa’s jack very tightly around your body, Hongjoong and Yunho knew right away what happened. While you managed to make the excuse to leave the party and run off, Hwa had to deal with his Captain.

But Seonghwa knew he’d rather listen to Hongjoong’s scolding for an entire week then hear another one of Yunho’s vacuum puns. “So, how was the suction?”

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Idol!Song Mingi x Reader

Mingi wants you to this to their new single before they release it. Will you like it?

tags: @layzfeelit, @senpai-of-doom Love you guys!!

WC: 2330

a/n: I couldn't sleep when I thought of this so I wrote down the idea and then thought about it all night. I hope you guys like it! Thanks for the continued support! I'm so happy to be writing again!

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You knew dating an idol would be hard when it came to seeing each other regularly. You knew fans would take a majority of their time, you knew practice, recording, fittings, photoshoots, music video shoots, lessons, and all the other things would take priority over your time together. You knew all these things yet you still fell for the man in front of you showing up with yellow and red hair. 

I met Mingi in 2020, I was hired to help KQ’s next group of trainees, KQ Fellaz 2. I refer to them as the babies. I help them with the language homework, mostly English, but I can help them with Japanese too. I help them make TikToks, Instagram reels, YouTube Shorts….you get the picture. I’m basically their mom but I’m paid to be. They are nice boys….even when they torment me. Oh right! I was talking about how we met. The two I had in Fellaz were off for the day but Eden asked me to come in since I could work the board while Ateez was recording a song at the time. I hung out there for at least a good 18 hours, maybe 20. I was so tired the next day I had to wheel myself in a rolling chair all day. Mingi went to the 7-11 with me a few times to pick up snacks and drinks those 2 days and well…he just kind of started getting snacks with me everyday until he said something cheesy like “You’re my snack cake.” and I laughed so hard I think soda came out of my nose. Or was that the time hot chocolate came out? Both of those hurt by the way. 

“Jesus Christ, someone's going to recognize you!” I whisper-screamed, pulling him into my apartment. “Is it new?” I smiled looking at his new hair.

“Just did it today.” Mingi smiled at me. “Do…you like it?” he asked a sudden wave of nerves hitting him.

“Like it? Are you crazy? You look like Rengoku from Demon Slayer, I more than like it. I love it. Oh Rengoku, gone too soon from this world.” I wiped my fake tears away over my one of many fictional husbands.

“I am right here you know.” Mingi dead-panned.

“I am aware, and very grateful for that fact.” I kissed his cheek.

“I missed you.” he pulled me back against him, holding me gently.

“I missed you.” I mumbled into his chest. “How’s the album coming along?”

“I really like you’ll love this song Jagiya.” he swayed us lightly. “Especially since you loved Hala Hala so much.”

“Oh? So is it a continuation? Hmm? Mingiiii tell me…tell me tell me tell me!!!!” I smiled and jumped up and down a little causing him to smile.

“I’ve already said too much.” he chuckled. “How are the babies?”

“Hmm? Oh you know them. Minjae and Sumin like to call me grandma. I’m not that old. Right? Why are you laughing?” I pouted up at him.

“Because that sounds exactly like them.” he laughed more. “Does that make me grandpa?”

“No you’re Big Brother Mingi.” I frowned more. 

“Oh? Do they know we’re dating?”

“Yeah and Junghoon and Jinsik don’t leave me alone about it. HoW cAn He DaTe SoMeOnE sO oLd?” I rolled my eyes. “They pick on me all the time MinMin.”

“Oh god you still remember that?” he smiled.

“Come on, let's sit down.” I motioned to the couch.

“Yes ma’am”

“Not you too.” I giggled.

With the Fellaz getting ready for Kcon Thailand I knew I was going to be busy, they were still excited from getting to tour with Ateez and show off themselves. The whole group was practically buzzing all the time. I tried so hard to get them to focus on the English lesson today. It was a goddamn nightmare.

“You look stressed y/n.” Hongjoong looked at me as I was hiding in the practice room.

“I am stressed, their maniacs today.”

“Maniac 나사 빠진 것처럼 미쳐” Wooyoung sang overhearing me.

“Haha you’re so funny.” I sighed. 

“Jagiya? What are you doing here?” Mingi came back into the room.

“Hiding. They’re crazy today. It took 3 hours to get through the lesson they had today. It should’ve only taken 1!”

“Do you think they’re just bored?” Hongjoong asked.

“Probably, and they absolutely adore being onstage, I don’t blame them, it’s what they’re paid to do and of course it’s what they want to do. I just…today was rough. Maybe some of the jokes hurt a little more today than I let on, I’m not mad, just maybe I’m a little tired of being called old? I’m not that much older, just a few years.” I pouted from the floor.

“Just one of those days where you feel a little more sensitive. I get it.” Mingi sat down next to me. “You didn’t sleep well last night, I can tell.”

“How?” I looked at him like he just told someone my darkest secret.

“You messaged me three tiktok edits of myself at 3am, seven edits and 5 twitter posts at 5am and then at 8am you messaged me with a youtube video of Mingi being Mingi for 10 minutes straight”

“Sorry.” I said as small as I could.

He put his arm around me. “Don’t be, I’m sorry you couldn’t sleep.” he kissed the side of my head.

Mingi and I very rarely get to spend more than a few hours together so finally being able to have a day off together to be together is a warm welcome. He came over the night before so we truly had 24 whole hours together. We made ramen, we played a few rounds of Guitar Hero, then we watched a movie and let’s say….he really showed off what he fingers could do. Waking up next to him was the start to a day I didn’t want to end anytime soon. Pulled into his chest as his soft exhales hit the top of my head. I wanted to stay there forever. 

“Mmmm stay.” he mumbled out, feeling me shift around.

“Mingi, we’ll have to get up at some point.”

“Not now.” he pulled me back into him. “5 more minutes.”

“Alright…5 more minutes, but then I really need a shower.” he rubbed my back soothingly.

“5…mo…re….minut…..” he had already fallen back asleep…..was he even awake in the first place? Probably not. “I love you.” he mumbled out softly.

“I love you too.” I whispered back to him so I didn’t wake him up.

So we stayed in bed for probably 30 more minutes. I lost track of time hearing him mumble things in his sleep and watching him take a well needed rest. He’s so cute when he’s sleeping.

“Hmm?” he stirred, finally waking up.

“Morning Sleeping Beauty.” I giggled and gave him a soft kiss.

“Mmmph. You can wake me up like that more if you want.” he said voice still thick with sleep.

“I’ll think about it.”

“I could get used to this.” he smiled, eyes still closed as if trying to go back to sleep once more.

“What? Sleeping in?” I chuckled.

“Waking up next to you.” he kissed me this time.

He still gives me butterflies.

“We don’t have to be at work today and you want to go to the studio?” I asked from the bathroom sink while brushing my teeth.

“Yeah I want to show you something!” he called out from the shower. “You’ll like it I promise!”

“You promise that a lot!” I called back.

“And I’m always right, except that time we ordered Tempura and got a fried banana in there by surprise!”

“I mean it wasn’t bad, just unexpected.” I chuckled at the memory. “Oh! I saw the promotional photo this morning while you were asleep!” He turned off the shower and came out wrapped in a towel. “All I’m saying is that if I don’t get you at least once, I’m definitely changing biases.” I chuckled. “Also you’re never allowed to change that hair.”

“Well I guess I’ll have to make sure that doesn’t happen.” he smiled and picked me up to set me on the counter. “I love you.”

“I love you.” I closed the distance with a kiss. “Get dressed.”

“We don’t have to leave right away,” he shrugged.

“Oh? Once wasn’t enough I see.”

“Jagi, once is never going to be enough.”

I snorted. Sometimes he’s sappy, sometimes he’s just plain horny. Sometimes either one makes me laugh, or both. 

I let him lead me through to the studio since he obviously had this all planned.

“And we’re in the studio because??”

“I want you to listen to something.” he smiled.

“Huh?”

“I want YOU to listen to Something.” he gestured to the computer.

“Okay I don’t know why this couldn’t wait until tomorrow.” I sat down and put the headphones on. “Ready when you are boss.” I gave him a thumbs up. I heard the synth and then Seonghwa.”Is this the new single?!” I looked at him and he had a big smile on his face. “Mingi!” I paused it. “You can’t be showing me this!”

“I can and I will. You work here, it's not like it’s a secret we have a comeback soon.”

“Mingiiii.” I pouted a little. This is a big deal, he’s never shown me things before release, not that he didn’t want to, he just never had the time. 

“Please keep listening.” he adjusted the headphones back onto my ears. I gave him a nod and he started the song over so I could listen. 

I nodded along listening to everyone come in, it wasn’t until-

“IS THAT YEOSANG!?” I yelped out at the deep voice coming through. Mingi just nodded. It got to the chorus and I was hooked. I paused it for a second and rewound it to the start of the chorus.

“Oh no.” I looked at him and his face fell. “Oh no I love it.” I hit play again listening to the words flow into my eardrums.

“YA!” He hit my arm and I let out a laugh.

I bobbed my head along starting the chorus over again before letting it continue. “Oh Hongjoong!” I smiled listening a little closer.

“Who Are You? It’s just-” I paused it again hearing Mingi’s voice come through.

“No.” I looked at him. “That’s you?!” I squealed, unplugging the headphones and playing it again and again. Not even letting the first line finish. “Wait…” I played it again. “No Fix On?”

“It’s for a purpose.” he chuckled, enjoying this all too much.

“You guys and all your lore, I’ll never catch up.” I smiled and hit play again.

“Who are you? It’s just me, myself, and I.” the recording sang out. 

This time I finally let it finish and I immediately started it over not saying a single word this time, just listening to it ring out in the space. Okay. Wow.

“Ok?” he started fidgeting nervously.

“I’m obsessed.” I smiled. “It’s…literally so good. I like can’t even speak right now. I feel like I’m in shock.”

“Really?”

“You’re gonna hear that song a lot Princess…I don’t think it’s leaving my queue for a solid month after it releases.”

“You mean it?” he started beaming.

“I really do Mingi. It’s so good.” I smiled while hitting play one more time.

This is a big deal for him, he wrote this song with Hongjoong, he let you listen to it first, he let you listen to a part of him he’d put out for everyone before anyone else and he watched you smile like he gave you the world. Mingi never doubted that he loved you, he never doubted asking you out, never doubted following you to the 7-11, but in this moment watching you accept the piece of him he offered he fell for you ten times over.

“I love you so much.” He pulled me into his lap as the song began to loop. He had a few unshed tears in his eyes.

“I love you so much more, Mingi.” I smiled and held his hand in mine. “This was the best day off ever.”

“Well I can think of a few other things we could do with our time.” he raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah not in the studio.” I chuckled. “Yet.”

“Oh so that’s a maybe.” he laughed as I got up off his lap to get my things.

“It’s a maybe someday, but not today. However if you speed back to my place it’s a definitely in my bedroom kinda day. Maybe you can even sing your part again for me.” I pulled my purse over my shoulder just as he scooped me up.

“You my dear drive a hard bargain.”

“Not the only thing hard is it MinMin.” I winked and we walked out of the studio together.

“Yeah….I could absolutely get used to this.” he smiled hearing me hum the song a little.

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Bonus:

“So when does preorder start?” I asked refreshing my web page for the 5th time in 3 minutes.

“You know you could just ask and I’ll grab one.” Mingi watched my eyes strain at my phone screen.

“But then what’s the point?” I looked up. “It won’t count towards sales! And you’d rig it so I definitely got your photocard and I want to know if I’ll keep pulling Woo or not.”

“I’m pretty sure you pay your own paycheck at this point.” he sighed deeper.

“Ah!” I jumped up and hit a few buttons and clicked a few things before grabbing my wallet and typing in more things and pulling my card out to look at it. “Okay done.”

*A Few Weeks Later*

“What do you mean you got 6 albums!?” Mingi looked at the stack in my arms.

“And this was just a preorder.” I smiled as I started taking the plastic off.

#ateez #ateez fic #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #song mingi x reader #mingi x you #mingi x reader #mingi x y/n #mingi #ateez fluff #halazia

[starlitangels]

hey star! i’m here for the micro fics :3

ima go with good ol’ albus york, and amalgamation (it’s one of my favourite words hehehe)

have a great day! ☆

Hello, Hala dear! What a lovely word!

Amalgamation

—

"Sister—have you heard Albus at all in the past few hours?" Devlin asks.

You glance up and take a moment to try and remember. "No, I don't think so. Why?"

Devlin's teeth worry at his lower lip for a moment. "I get worried he's getting up to something he shouldn't when he's quiet for too long. 'Albus' and 'quiet' don't often cohabitate."

You can't help but smile. "I'll go check on him."

Devlin nods. "Thank you, sister."

You stand from your place on the bridge and descend into the deeper parts of the ship—toward the crew cabins.

Your boots—simple temple attendant boots not made for an epic adventure like this, but you're making do—make very little sound on the metal floor with their soft soles. Compared to Albus' combat boots and Devlin's forgemaster work boots.

From inside Albus' cabin, you hear him swearing.

You knock on the metal door. "Albus?" you call carefully.

He swears again. Just once, but loud and crisp instead of a string of muttering.

The door opens. "How the hell do you do that?" he demands.

His forehead and neck are gleaming with sweat. The neckline of his shirt is dark with it too.

You don't let yourself stare. In fact, you try your hardest not to process those bits at all. "Do what?" you ask.

"Always turn up when I'm in the middle of something as if you think I'm about to ask for help."

You can't help but scoff. "You? Ask for help? That's a good one."

In order to keep your attention away from the way that U-shaped divet between his collarbones deepens and shallows with his heavy breathing, you glance over his shoulder.

"What have you done to your cabin?" you ask incredulously.

Albus twists, as if he has no idea what you're talking about.

"Decorated," he says with that flat sarcasm you've come to be quite familiar with.

You blink, not entirely sure how to respond.

His cabin looks like a strange amalgamation of a physical workout obstacle course and the blandest soldier barrack you've ever seen. Your own cabin is fairly bareboned—Devlin hadn't quite finished all the finer details of this ship before you and Albus commandeered it—but nothing like this.

"How did you get those things to hang off the ceiling without falling?"

"What, the pull-up bar?"

"Sure?"

He shrugs. "Talent."

You sigh and roll your eyes. "Whatever. I just came to make sure you weren't getting into trouble."

"Me? Trouble? I don't know what you're talking about."

You scoff again. "The hell you don't," you mutter, turning on your heel.

Albus barks a laugh as you stalk off. "Language, faithful!"

You throw an obscene gesture over your shoulder at him as you leave, his bellowing laughter following you down the echoing corridors of the ship.

Back on the bridge, Devlin flinches at the thunderous expression on your face. "Is everything alright, sister?"

"Albus is Albus," you grumble back. "But not making trouble."

"Ah. The conversation went well, then."

Devlin and Albus are definitely brothers, you think. They share the same dry sarcasm.

#Star does Micro Fics #Good Boy Audios #GBA BW #GBA Bastard Warrior #GBA Albus #GBA Faithful #Albus York

[alolanrain]

I don’t know how to truly classify Alola in the Crown Prince!au. Like basically it’s colonization through…friendship??? In a way???

Basically how it goes down is that Ash hears about Alola, he and his mom sail out, and then his mom sails back home after Ash gets his Zring and crystal from Tapu Koko. A legendary who has the most interest and curiosity in Ash besides Lugia back home. Ash just can’t leave Alola on such a wild cliffhanger.

There’s a lot more prejudice against Ash as well but its basically water down Psyduck feathers. He’s been labeled as the weird kid from all the other royal kids and teens. Despite his title no one ever wanted to genuinely play with him, so the hatred and suspicion towards Ash wasn’t new. That surprised a majority of people in Alola. They were used to visitors despite everything. Other royals across the pond coming to vaca but Ash was the sweetest.

Never once did he raise a hand towards one of Alola’s people let alone his voice. In anger that is. Ash’s squeals of laughter was an almost common sound to hear near the edge of the more known safe beaches. Surrounded by both wild and tamed Pokémon. He attracted them like he was a walking honeypot. It drove the younger children’s curiosity to the point that a group would follow him almost everyday. Trying to desperately learn to attract the same amount of Pokémon to themselves.

Tapu Koko has made it clearly known of his curiosity almost immediately on day one. Having to come to Ash’s rescue over a misunderstanding about the Zring he was given. Hala had declared Ash a thief despite the fact that Ash didn’t want the Zring, knowing how deeply rooted it was to Alola and not wanting to steal more from the land. The Kahuna had drug Ash and Pikachu out into a crowd. Despite the fact that Professor Kukui was begging Hala to back off. Making it known that King Lance would go to war and absolutely demolish Alola if Hala were to kill Ash.

It wasn’t until in a desperate attempt Kukui brought up the fact that Tapu Koko might have actually given the ring to Ash. Not a second later, when Hala was standing over Ash who was kneeling and head bowed in acceptance, the God appeared out of thin air. Angry and visibly buzzing as sparks of electricity zipped through the air.

Melemele’s records had never shown Tapu Koko angry at their island Kahuna before. Other people weren’t so lucky but never a Kahunas. That is until know. Hala was actually knocked back into the crowd, slamming into an old sun-baked table that fishermen usually cleaned their catch on. Haunting the crowd and what also felt like nature itself.

No one moved, not even Ash. Who was still kneeling with his arms held behind his back on his own accord. Head bowed and neck bared more then anyone getting their head sliced off would show. Even Ash’s breathing was controlled. Muscles loose and not tensed like any normal person would be. Not until that Tapu trilled softly floating close enough to use one of its beak-like hands to pull Ash’s head up. Bright blue eyes staring down into brown.

Unlike the crowd who saw nothing unnatural, besides their Tapu’s actions, about the conversation. Koko say the aura that flashed through Ash’s eyes. A clear understanding grew in the Prince’s hazel eyes before he was helped up into his feet. Ash catches Pikachu mid air as his partner finally struggled out of the hood a few rock type Pokémon had him under.

Despite the interaction, Ash was cordial. Never once slipping up in his respect towards Alola’s people and Kahuna Hala. Leaving it up to Hala if they were to ever interact again as Tapu Koko started to show up a lot more around Ash.

The other Kahuna’s were quite different. Nanu had connections to Giovanni, the bastard Count who became a traitor to the Crown and the father of Ash, so he knew who Ash was. The titles were hollow on his lips but it didn’t deter Ash. Not in the slightest. The Ula’ula Kahuna’s actions actually made Ash become bolder in his attempts to creat at least an acceptance between the two. It wasn’t until the final trial, when Tapu Bulu made his likeness for Ash known, did Nanu soften on his cold front. It wasn’t much but Ash was diligent taught to read the hidden details in every word and every movement.

Kahuna Olivia was better, almost a breath of fresh air after Nanu and Hala. She was amazed at how well Pikachu, Ash, and his newly caught Rockruff worked well. She was the only Kahuna that constantly sought the Prince out when he stayed three weeks kn her island. Amazed as well as Tapu Lele, a very fickle Legendary, adored Ash and his Pokémon. Doting on him like a loving Aunt almost would. Bringing fruits and coconuts she cracked open herself. Whenever Olivia was with Ash while Tapu Lele was nearby was a sight to see. The majority of the time while on Akala island Ash was covered is sparkling scales from Tapu Lele as well.

Kahuna Hapu was… instresting to interact with. Seeing such a young child, much younger then himself, take on such a big role with heavy responsibilities. They argued a lot, the minimal numbers of humans on the island served Ash well in this case. No one could really push him down to his knees and slice his throat from ear to ear from the unfiltered arguments over things with Hapu. It was all over petty things too, though Ash had never disrespected her. Her actions and reasoning on things? He’d pick on them slightly here and there. Just trying to give advice that Hapu actually needed but it turns into an argument between the two.

It wasn’t until they had gotten the news at the same time from Mina, Hali’s trusted trial captain and friend, about poachers. Before Hapu could even begin gathering her team to go hunt them down Ash and Pikachu were already gone. Vanished into thin air in seconds. The next morning, as Hapu was finally ready to head out, Ash showed up at her doors. Both he and Pikachu were covered in mud, branches, leaves, and Ash even had whole thorny branches sticking to him. Yet he didn’t have a care the world about his wounds as Ash dumped the poachers bloodied and beaten onto the ground. Hog tied with a sour berry stuffed into their jaws.

It was then that Hapu had given Ash some respect. Knowing at least they shared a resentment towards a common foe then just between the two of them. The respect grew as Ash vouched towards Tapu Fini, during the first time they ever met, that Hapu was Kahuna material. Though he didn’t know that she wasn’t the official Poni island Kahuna. His words had pushed Fini enough to finally notice Hapu as her Kahuna as well.

Obviously more things happen and yada yada. But it comes down to where Ash meets up with Hala again, the first time Ash seeks the Kahuna again after everything. He spills his worries towards the man about Kalos and Unova nearby. Informing the Kahuna that he’s seen charting ships nearby all four islands belonging to both regions.

He walked not just Hala but the village elders and Kukui about the meaning behind the charter ships. How this could mean that Unova and Kalos are most definitely looking towards trying to conquer Alola and likely to enslave their people. It wasn’t until later, when a few Kalosian and Unovian nobles came onto land to see “what the fuss” is about Alola. All the time Ash was right besides Kahuna Hala and Olivia, who had shown up as support for Hala, and told them just exactly what the Nobles and soldiers were doing.

They were all scouting Alola out, trying to judge just how much the islands were worth a fight over. He then continued on how Kalos and Unovia definitely knew that they were both interested in the isles. Which means that the two were going to negotiate splitting the islands up before even trying to begin the fight to conquer them.

Not knowing what to do, as Hala had to be grudgingly admit that they didn’t have the strength to fight back against one fully fleshed our region. Let alone two who would most likely work together. Hala did want to fight back against the two charter ships though. Desperately wanting to send a message out that Alola wasn’t for sale though one look at Ash’s expression as he searched the two crowds and eyed the ship stopped him. It didn’t help that Ash immediately launched into the fact that, with the two charter ships, Kalos and Unova most likely could take Alola by force now.

In desperation, Hala turned to Ash and asked what they islands should do. He wasn’t expecting Ash to offer up a treaty between the East Crown and Alola. It was a crude one Ash had drawn up in the moment, explaining that the treaty would basically break down into segments.

First off would be that Alola would be considered owned land by the East Crown. Yes it’s very far from Kanto and Johto but they also had the most military and naval defenses in the world. Letting them basically lead the royals of the world as well in war and social circles. Unova and Kalos wouldn’t dare try and tread a foot near Alola’s ocean boarders without some kind of backlash. Alola would still operate how it is, with the added vendors and tourists, and would gain power to make rules that even the highest nobles would abide by.

Ash would personally see to it that the traditional trials will never die out, though he had to admit that some kind of court would have to be built. Just to sustain his Uncles possible wishes. Ash had power in the high council and court but not enough to leave everything how it is. This treaty is not a give-give relationship, Ash would have to take something to make the field more level so Lance could just give it a second of thought before throwing it out.

Second off would be that no Zrings or Crystals should leave Alola, unless they were ethically gained by someone who did and passed the trails. They wouldn’t become a fashion statement in Kanto, Johto, or any of the small islands that littered the coast lines. Ash had put an ‘X’ by this point and explained that this most likely would be circled back by his Uncle so it wasn’t much use in going in to much detail.

Hala had agreed to call the other to Kahunas to at least discuss this offer. Worried more about his people know then his pride. It didn’t even take them two days before all four agreed to Ash’s conditions. They were shocked though to learn, after Ash had immediately gone home to hopefully start drafting a real treaty, that Ash would be returning in a few months time with the real treaty and with his uncle and mother in tow.

All four Kahunas were shocked to meet the respectful King who bowed deeply in his own greetings to the Kahunas before trying, and failing, to correctly do an Alolan greeting. The docile Princess and mother to Ash had did the same but her Alola greeting was much more refined. Taking a step back to allow King Lance to take charge yet again.

The treaty that Ash finally showed them, the real fully fleshed out one, held a lot more pro’s for the Alolan people then cons. Hell the only cons were that there would be a lot more eastern vendors, tourists, and that an army and naval base would be built off one of the four islands so that the crown could protect Alola better. Everything else Ash had tried to promise and more were written in there and the four Kahunas collectively sighed in peace. Knowing that there wouldn’t be any bloodshed over their land and Ash had avoided war in any possibility as well.

#ash ketchum #professor kukui #kahuna hala #kahuna hapu #kahuna nanu #kahuna olivia #tapu koko #tapu fini #tapu lele #tapu bulu #champion lance #delia ketchum #crown prince!au #pikachu

[xumoonhao]

i was tagged by @onedirecton to tag 10 ppl i want to get to know better and make a few questions :3 hehe, thank you sm alice :3

favourite colour: purple, hehe :3 alice i love that we have the same fav colour 💜💜💜 favourite food: ahhhh, i love most things!!! i do have a soft spot for soups and stews tho like they are so so wonderful……… mutuals pls gather round im giving you all a bowl of w/e soup or stew you like rn 🍲 song stuck in my head: babaero by randy santiago!!! its been stuck in my head since i first listened to it like it really is just so good, god… funky city pop music is really everything to me!!!!!!!! absolute best genre of music ever <<<333 i give it one thousand million hearts <- this was my last obsession bc i wrote all these answers down like. a week ago and forgot to post it so now the song stuck in my head is dagundong by alamat :3 its so good btw~! last long i listened to: hala by alamat!!! spotify did the only good thing its ever done by reintroducing me to alamat again like they are So Good oh my god...highly recommend their music!!! the way they work Filipino history into their videos and songs is soooooooo beautiful omg..... dream trip: hhhhhh i want to go to SO many places but my absolute DREAM is japan!!! id love to check out tokyo bc its so not like where i grew up - a bustling metropolis is what i want to live in like literally get me outta my small town this is not the place for meeeeee 😭 - but nara….the deer there……….god i need to go so BAD and i also just want to go to a cherry blossom festival once like pls…pls :( other than tho id LOVE to visit the great bear rainforest!!! like it just looks so so beautiful and its really not too far from me omg……. last tv show/movie: im currently watching the cherry magic anime (it is so good and so cute omg i forgot how much i enjoy the story….) and rewatching kyou kara maoh which is really and truly such a beloved anime To Me like its absolutely ridiculous god i love it sm!!! and i dont remember the last movie i watched?? i Think it was skinamarink but i could be wrong bc i watched that early last year and surely ive seen a movie since then…? but also maybe not bc i truly do only watch like 1 movie a year 😭 <- also update to this bc i watched sweet home a couple days ago!!! it was quite good and i really enjoyed the practical effects in it :3 older horror movies really have such a beloved place in my heart ahhh...also in writing this i remember i watched The Thing after skinamarink...i. only watched horror movies apparently spicy/sweet/savory: SPICY 🌶️🌶️🌶️ i do like all these things but if i had to choose id def go spicy over either of these!!! i do like spicy + sweet tho like omg one time i had spicy chocolate frozen yogurt and it was sooooooo good !!! idk what was used to make it spicy but i Adored it wahhhh~

also!!! in your lil tag game it said to make a few cool questions so i will make some <<<333

If you could be any animal, would you choose to be a domesticated animal or a wild one? Domesticated can extend to a wild animal that has been individually raised in a home, i.e., someone raising a raccoon a pet.

What is your favourite medium of creation? If you don't really engage in making things, pick whatever you're most interested in trying :3 And by medium I mean everything from drawing or making music or writing…anything creative!

What is/are your favourite(s) combination of colours?

Imagine your perfect summer day; what does it look like? Give as much description as you want :3

What is your favourite celestial object?

now, ill tag @grlfriends, @kwonhochi, @vampirebiter, @wonhosgrl, @librapropaganda, @honeydewtual, @heartual, @10281, @taengoo, @morgoth, @bixiaoshi, @ghostfeather, @ashmp3, @lovenee, @earlymay, @anglerfishare1inchto3feetlong, and @huiven!!! only if you want, ofc :3 and i know it said only 10 ppl but you see. i lost count while tagging ......... but thats fine <3

#this was really fun to do thank you again alice :3 #also!!! if u see this and i didnt tag u but u wanna do it anyways pls just pretend i tagged you :3 spiritually i tagged all my mutuals <3 #tag games

[yellowcry]

So, a few months ago I was listening to "Google sings We don't talk about" which later inspired me to write reaction fic that wasn't exactly finished

I remember about it, so... That's just a random dialogue heavy craziness.

Original Song link

Mirabel blinked from the bright flash. A second before she was coloring with Antonio and now she was in a strange room with a strange black...paper? (or whatever it was) and a couch.

"Okay, what's going on?" Camilo winced, looking around.

"I was working and... Uh... Just got here?" Luisa spread her arms unsurely as she bit her lip.

Mirabel looked at everyone. The whole third generation except Antonio was here with Tío Bruno, who was knocking on the wooden table. Mirabel sighed, knowing that ot was extremely normal for him.

"But really..." Isabela sighed, "What's going on?"

"Oh, well, hello." They all starled at the unfamiliar voice.

"Okay, and who are you?" Camilo crossed his arms.

"Ah, nobody." They shrugged indifferently. "So, you're going to react to a song"

Luisa raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Mirabel looked around. "It doesn't make any sense. Also, are you crying?"

"Ah, that's normal, don't worry." The person threw their head back in their hands. "You just have to listen to a song. Basically, 'We don't talk about Bruno' was translated in google translate many times and it became crazy."

Dolores squeaked. "Goo.. Gogl what?"

"Oh!" Bruno smiled, "I saw it in a vision once. It's a robot that translates stuff."

Five grandkids blinked at Bruno with faces like "What the hell are you talking about?"

Mirabel sighed, fixing her glasses. "Okay, so... We'll listen to some random human being, and react to a song?"

Bruno smiled awkwardly. "Seems like completely sane behaviour for me"

Isabela rolled her eyes. "Tío, we all know that sane is the antonym to our family."

Dolores nodded, obviously agreeing with this statement.

The six of them spread out on the sofa, staring at the monitor, waiting for the song to start.

"Emma's hot barista, no no, no"

 

"Who is Emma?" Isabela raised her eyebrow.

 

"Emma's hot barista."

 

Mirabel looked thoughtfully. "Well, it's Tía's part..."

 

Luisa scratched her hands. Do you offer to ask her?

 

"Call the wedding (call the wedding)"

 

"I think she's getting married." Camilo smirked.

 

"I'm about to finish. No cloud, no CEO (no, no cloud no CEO)"

 

Bruno asked nervously, holding his hands together. "Uh, what is the CEO?" According to everyone's confused looks, he understood that no one actually knows.

 

"Ryan enters with a mischievous smile."

"Hala!"

"Are you sharing this, Cory?"

 

"Okay, who's all those people?" Camilo asked, tilting his head.

 

"I'm sorry, my heart, it's over!"

 

"Oh, sad." Bruno shrugged indifferently.

 

"'Santa' burgundy said"

 

"Who are all those people?" Dolores squinted, whispering as she desperately tried to understand what the hell was going on.

 

"It's like 'We don't talk about Bruno', but you're actually don't talk about Bruno." Mirabel pointed out, fixing her glasses.

 

"As he puts in"

"Overflowing brainholes."

"Grandma, take a nap."

 

"I feel like dad just wanted to get rid of Abuela." Camilo smirked, crossing his arms.

 

"Male hurricane"

 

Luisa sighed. "Okay, apparently Tía's hurricane can now create men."

 

Dolores let out a laugh. "That's how Camilo was born."

 

Camilo smiled, nugging her. "I probably should be offended, but being created in a hurricane sounds cool!"

 

"Happy day, but whatever..."

"We're not talking 'bout brunching, no, no, no."

"We're not talking 'bout brunching"

 

"Me, forgetting about the existence of lunch again be like." Luisa propped up her head.

 

Mirabel sighed. "Okay, that's definitely canon."

 

"Does it mean that Luisa was the one who sang?" Camilo asked, crossing his arms. "You better not, as it will mean that I wasn't created in a hurricane."

 

"Hey! Began to fear life and Bruno fell asleep."

 

"Wow, we finally remembered about Bruno." Isabela starled as the song finally mentioned her Tío.

 

"But I thought it's not going to talk about me?" Bruno sighed.

 

"I can always hear him tweet and tweet."

 

"Tweet?" Camilo raised an eyebrow.

 

Bruno waved his hand. "Oh, it's also something from the future. Hard to explain."

 

"When the sound of sand hits the wall,"

 

"Maniacal laughter"

 

"Uh... are you alright?" Isabela pursed her lips, and everyone stared at Dolores.

 

Dolores looked away nervously.

 

"He is a minor terrorist."

 

Bruno put his arms into pockets. "Wow, rude."

 

"Grandma and the family are always noisy."

 

Dolores sighed, leaning back on the sofa. "I have no words to describe it better."

 

"Oh, cmon, it's not that bad." Isabela rolled her eyes.

 

"I hear everything. And this family is the loudest in the whole Encanto."

 

"War irritates our emotions. You know."

 

"It's a two-meter-shaped figure with a mouse on it."

 

Bruno pursed his lips. "I'm going to assume that this is about someone else. I mean, I don't even have mice. And the only two-meter-tall person I know is Luisa."

 

"I'm not. A bit shorter than this." Luisa shrugged, pointing this out.

 

"When you write your name, everything goes wrong!"

 

Camilo raised his head. "Okay, so I won't write my name."

 

Mirabel rolled her eyes. "And you're going to use this as an excuse not to write exams, are you not?"

 

Camilo put his hand on his chest dramatically. "How could you assume something like that?"

 

"He definitely would," Dolores nodded.

 

"Yes, he has a dream about you and... congratulates you for crying."

 

"Uh, congratulations?" Bruno said it unsurely, clapping his hands. "You can have... Okay, I don't really have any prize"

 

"Emma's hot barista, no, no, no"

"Emma's hot barista"

 

"And Emma is back." Mirabel sighed.

 

“Tell me my fish will die.”

 

“Why would you even ask for this?” Isabela looked confused.

 

“Yes, I'm dead.”

 

Wait, how is it related?” Luisa asked.

 

“Ah, it's nothing unusual." Bruno shrugged. “Typical Wednesday”

 

“My appendix hurts like no other!”

 

Mirabel tilted her head. “Maybe you should go to Mami."

 

 

“Her hair is messy! See, it's really messy.”

 

Mirabel crossed her arms. “I feel insulted.”

 

Camilo smirked. “Sorry, prima. Not our fault.”

 

“Well, at least I'm brushing them instead of shapeshifting.”

 

Luisa laughed. "Tia've gone so crazy trying to brush him when we lost our gifts."

 

“Literacy with the help of teachers”

 

 

“Tell me my thirst for life”

 

“Growing plants and causing chaos,” Dolores reminded.

 

"Obviously,” Isabela gave her a smug expression.

 

“I will stay in covenant and repent.”

 

“Excuse me?” Isabela rolled her eyes.

Mirabel sighed. "It's literally impossible"

 

“Tell me my skills are better in connection to Winnie the Pooh.”

 

Luisa shook her head. “Now we have some yellow bear.” She clasped her palms together. “At this point, we can create a list with all those random people.”

 

“At least marijuana.”

 

Mirabel's eyes widened. “It's Abuela's line.”

 

A wave of awkward laughter spread across the room.

 

Dolores sighed. “I'm not even surprised."

 

 

“I thinks.” he is the man of my dream"

 

“At least something is normal,” Mirabel exhaled.

 

“I'm busy. I have other interests.”

 

 

“Forget it.” Mirabel whispered before Dolores hissed at her.

 

"I'm my own person.”

 

“Hello CC.”

 

“Uh, what kind of name is it?" Camilo gave a skeptical look at the screen.

 

Bruno smiled agilely. “Oh, it's a child from FNAF”

 

Luisa sighed. "You realize that it doesn't make anything clearer for us, right?”

 

“I don't like you.”

 

 

“Bunny”

 

“What?” Isabela spoke. “How does it even relate to this mess?”

 

Luisa muttered. “Why are you even surprised? I completely lost it on the fourth line.”

 

“Yes, chocolate mountain.”

 

“Okay, now it's just a set of random words,” Camilo said, crossing his arms.

 

“That's all I know about Bruno.”

 

“What a great amount of information!" Mirabel rolled her eyes sarcastically.

 

“Wait, you have a chocolate mountain?” Camilo looked at his Tio, interested. “Can I have it as a prize for crying?”

 

Bruno shrugged. “Never heard about this before, sorry, kid.”

 

 

“Give me the truth and all honesty, Bruno.”

 

“Isabela, your girlfriend's here!”

 

Isabela smiled as she put her hands on her sides. “I like this line way more than 'Isabela, your boyfriend's here.”

 

Mirabel hit the table suddenly. “I get it! Emma is your girlfriend.”

 

She let out a laugh. "Well, they called her 'hot'”

 

“Time to dump her.”

 

“Well, those were fast relationships,” Dolores spoke, tilting her head.

 

Isabela huffed in annoyance. “Cmon, give me at least some time.”

 

(repeating the song)

 

WHERE IS IT

 

Dolores winced at the sudden screaming.

 

“In our Bruno show”

 

Do you mean where he congrats us for crying?” Luisa asked,shaking her hand.

 

“And gives us a chocolate mountain,” Camilo added.

 

“Why are you talking about Bruno?”

 

Bruno smirked. “The fun part is that almost no one talked about me. Especially compared to the original.”

 

“Is there a way to hear it?” Luisa asked, interested.

 

“Weren't you there when we singed it?” Isabela gave her a puzzled look.

 

“Uh, yes, but I was mostly having a mental breakdown over losing my gift.” She reminded, scratching her hands.

 

 

“Bruno doesn't call”

 

“Considering that he was in the walls when we sang it, he really doesn't call to anyone,” Dolores reminded.

 

“I never should give birth to Bruno.”

 

Bruno pursed his lips. “Ouch-”

 

“What a great line to finish." Isabela scoffed.

 

“I mean, I really shouldn't give birth to my uncle...” Mirabel shrugged awkwardly.

#crack fic #sorry i had to do this #encanto #bruno madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #mirabel madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #fanfic

[antialiasis]

The Marvels

This movie had fun bits but was kind of forgettable and eh on the whole. However, it also featured one of the most blatant missed narrative opportunities I have ever seen, so here is a little rant about it.

So the film establishes early that Carol Danvers (Captain Marvel) was devastated and in denial about losing Maria Rambeau, her best friend from her first movie, to cancer, and that she had neglected to come home to take care of Maria's daughter Monica Rambeau who got snapped in Infinity War and then traumatically returned five years later to find her mother dead.

Later, we establish that the reason she didn't return was largely because when she destroyed the AI that ran the Kree home planet Hala in (I think, I don't remember it super well) her own first movie, she inadvertently doomed the inhabitants of their planet to misery, and she had been stewing in guilt about how she ought to be fixing it somehow, without ever knowing how. The villain of the film is from Hala and ostensibly motivated by wanting to return it to its former glory by stealing other planets' atmosphere/water/sun.

To the extent that the movie has an emotional core or character arc, it's about Carol's guilt and loneliness and how Monica felt that Carol had failed her by not being there for her. When they're having their climactic fight with the villain at the end, Monica suggests that hey, Carol could totally just use her light-based power to revive Hala's sun. Carol says what, but I've never done anything like that, and Monica's like, well, I've done a lot of things I've never done before on this mission. Shortly afterwards, Monica sacrifices herself by going into a rift in spacetime in order to close it, and Carol is devastated when she realizes what she's doing, desperately flying after her and reaching out only for the rift in reality to close, leaving Carol floating in empty space, alone. Once again too late to be there for Monica.

Shortly afterwards we cut to Kamala Khan (who was also with them) coming home to Earth alone with tears in her eyes. She tells Nick Fury that they lost Monica, and that Carol went to fulfill a promise.

So now I think, ah. This is what this has all been about. This is the bit where we get the culmination of that emotional arc, right? Carol has once again lost everything and everyone, and she realizes she has this one way to finally atone for the mistake that has haunted her by trying to kickstart Hala's sun. Only, as we've established, she has never done anything like this. She would probably have no idea if she would make it out alive if she attempted this, but right now she's ready to attempt it anyway, because everyone's gone and Monica already died for this and she probably deserves it, right? We're going to have a climactic emotional scene for her, where she maybe has a final few seconds as she averts her eyes from the blinding light ahead to allow herself to grieve her friend and her daughter that she loved as her own. She's about to fly towards her final purpose believing she's probably not coming back, right? If she comes back it'll be after an intense scene of agonizing effort during which she'll need to find the resolve to move on despite everything, or else this is Carol's last movie, where we spend the film with her grappling with these inner demons and she perhaps manages to find some final peace in her last moments of sacrifice before we fade to white?

...No, what we get is a short CGI wide shot of her flying into a darkened sun, the sun brightening, and then her tiny form shoots back out at the top of it, just the same as before except maybe more glowy. Not a trace of emotion, effort or intensity in this scene whatsoever. Part of me is convinced surely they must have filmed it and then someone just decided to cut it because it didn't make her look cool enough, or something. Surely, surely, you wouldn't write the film with the active choice to make this moment so nothing.

Worse, with no emotional draw to the scene, it just leaves us with the hollow, aching sense of oh. So she could have just done that this whole time? All this guilt and all she had to do was just casually fly into the sun and out of it again which isn't even painful to her or anything? The only reason she hadn't done that already and saved these people untold suffering was that she just hadn't thought of it yet?

It wouldn't have been a great film even if it had pulled off that moment - the villain never quite landed, Kamala is fun and endearing but Carol is the only one of the three mains with any kind of arc going on and even in her case it's not super well developed. But I can so easily picture that scene as a genuinely strong and emotional moment that would have redeemed the film and made it worth it despite the rocky way it got there, and I'm very sad on behalf of everyone involved in it that somehow we got this nothingburger of a non-scene instead.

#marvel #movies #the marvels #carol danvers #ramble

[viridian-artist]

Hiya!! for the s/i ask game!!!

🖋️ Pen, 🎆Fireworks, ☄️Comet, and 🎨 Palette!! For any canon you'd like!!

Hiiii!! Since I asked you about you, Jessie, and James, I'll be doing the same with myself and Guzma!! There will be a few spoilers tossed in here and there as I mainly go off of what happens in Ultra Sun as well as the anime.

This will be a bit of a long post::

🖋️ Pen: Say a fact about your lore or yourself/self-insert. It can be absolutely anything! Short or long-winded!

I wasn't actually raised in Alola! I moved there from Galar with the help of my mom once I turned 20. Hau introduced himself to me first and was the one who gifted me my Litten (now Torracat), who I named Lechuga ("lettuce" in Spanish), as a gift welcoming me to the region.

I was never too interested in going on my own Pokémon journey, even as a child, but Hau (and his mom, plus additional encouragement from Kahuna Hala) invited me to join him on his. He introduced me to Professor Kukui, who in turn introduced me to Lillie (and Nebby). While tagging along on his Pokémon journey, I also decided to help Lillie out with Nebby.

This all leads up to how I finally met Guzma. His grunts had told him about me helping Hau out with his journey...and maybe stretched the truth a bit here and there. Finding it completely stupid that some foreigner is helping out the kahuna's grandson and the professor's assistant, he just had to come down to Melemele to see what was actually going on. It was actually one morning when Hau and Lillie were out on Route 2 (Lillie was accompanying him so he would be out there alone) that I was getting malasadas in Hau'oli City with Lechuga.

While I waited outside the shop for my order to be ready, he sort of pulled me between the alleyway area between the malasada shop and the photo club (which is the start of a running bit where Guzma, and sometimes his grunts passing on a message for him, drags me away from any ongoing conversation or activity) to "talk". He mainly asked more questions and didn't give me much time to answer most of them.

🎆Fireworks: Do you/your self-insert have any powers or abilities? If so, what are they, and how do they manifest?

No, not really? Unless you count using Z-Moves, which I don't really like all that much considering that I don't really battle often enough to use it. Kahuna Hala gave me the bracelet needed to use Z-Crystals, though it was Kiawe that gave me a Firium Z following an incident before Hau was supposed to complete his trial that he had me help with.

☄️Comet: What was a moment where you/your self-insert really shined? This can be a badass moment, a moment where you felt important to the overall lore, or just a really cool and important moment!

When Lusamine, Lillie's mother tries getting close to her again. I could see that Lillie was uncomfortable with it and was trying to set boundaries that her mother was ignoring. It was when she tried taking Nebby away from her that I stepped in.

It reminded me a lot of my childhood (which ultimately led to me moving from Galar to Alola), and I wanted Lillie to know that when I said I promised to keep her and Hau safe, that I meant it.

Lusamine initially saw me standing up for her daughter as disrespect, but after some time, she grew to realize that I only ever had Lillie's best interests in mind. She eventually thanked me for looking after Lillie, and the two of us do establish a somewhat close bond similar to mother-daughter.

🌈Rainbow: What was the happiest moment in your lore for you/your self-insert? Who all shared that happiness with you in canon?

I think it would have to be when Lechuga evolved into Torracat (and again in the future when he eventually evolves into Incineroar). I was never interested in going on the whole Pokémon journey growing up. My Scorbunny I had back in Galar was given to a family member without my consent when my dad realized that I didn't plan on joining my friends on their journeys. I never got to see them evolve and missed out on that specific achievement.

So, while I didn't plan on going on a journey in Alola, I would still train Lechuga when I could. It was in a random field along Route 2 that he evolved into Torracat. Hau and Lillie were with me, and we collectively booked it for Kukui's place to show him. This was also a huge achievement because Lechuga, in particular, was considered smaller than other Littens. Kukui believed that even with me training him, it would take a longer time for him to be able to evolve.

#rambles 💬 #ask game 🎮 #firefly🔥🪲 #selfship #self ship #self shipping #pokemon sun and moon #pokemon self insert

[mchiti]

I was tagged by the cutest @zbee thank you hbiba! ❤️❤️

Name: Hala

Sign: Cancer (me too hbiba)

Time: 11:27 pm

fave band / artist: uh. Faudel & Cheb Khaled + Sufjan Stevens. I know like. two opposite sides of the world etc.

last movie: The Rainmaker

last show: The Bear. I don't really watch a lot of shows, i'm more of a movie kind of person so if that happens it's bc I'm obsessed

when i created this blog: uh I actually had it for a long while, maybe 2015 or 2016? never used it tho, I used to lurk and like footie stuff (especially from ajax days so since 2018). I started being active this year tho, when I realised morocco was loved by people and I had a few people to relate to finally. I'm not very present on social media so that was a big deal for me.

Other blogs: nooo. I'm actually very wary of social media and I tend to be very strict about it and make as less accounts as possible.

Followers: 152 apparently. Idk how that happened, I had like 0 eight months ago.

Average hours of sleep: 6-7, but often less than that.

Instruments: a bit of piano actually but since I didn't have one at home I was never really able to practice. My music teacher at school said I was good and signed me up to a summer music programme, I did that for a few years in a row.

What am I wearing: my beautiful embarrassing morocco pyjamas. it's a red with a giant green start shirt I use as a dress if you wanna know

Dream job: work in the ngo sector, cultural mediator. maybe a teacher too, idk. keep working in the ngos for now.

Dream trip: I have a few :( I actually would love to see more of europe as well, Ireland more than anything, but also more of France/Belgium/the Netherlands. And i'd love to see south america: maybe argentina, peru, chile, even up to cuba. But my 1 priority is Africa. Africa, I want to know more of it first . I want to travel everything. Mauritania, Egypt, more of Algeria (went to Algiers once, not enough). Tunisia (never been there). And then all the way down. Senegal, Gambia, Nigeria, Mali. Eritrea, Somalia and Ethiopia on the other side. Down till South Africa. etc etc. Literally everything.

Fav song atm: Dalida - Gigi L'amoroso stuck in my head bc of the ~french~. In italian, in french, both version of it really. Get it out of my head yarbi. and then Kelna Mnenjar by Wael Kfoury IT'S SO PRETTY!!! if you listen to arabic music i think you know what I'm talking about, it was pretty famous a couple of years ago. I had forgotten about it and then I remembered it so I have to listen to it at least 3 times a day now again.

tagging: @swaggypsyduck @0alanasuniverse0 @marcusrasheedsworld @yudgefudge @rainingmbappe @seedlessmuffins @mrs-bellingham @mountinez @bostonoriginal @kylivier @roobylavender @mavieesttriste16 @cryingforcrocodiles @books-loverss. if you want guys no pressure etc.

#asks #tag games

[shinestarhwaa]

QUERENCIA - CHAPTER 1: BLOOMING

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Loud thumps could be heard from the practice room the girls were dancing in. Even after their debut promotions they did not stop to perfect their skills, especially when it came to performance.

Barely a month after their debut they were already labeled Ateez' true little sisters. Their performance was energetic and their facial expressions were fierce. Truly trained by the best as many could not believe this was Donna's debut. But there is always something to improve.

"One, two, three, four and step! Step! Step! Step! Hip, hip, hip, hip!"

The shouts of Donna's dance teacher Youngjae echoed through the room. "Come on, Gayoung, be a bit more present today, you can do better than that," he sighed. "But I'm so tired," Gayoung whined. Youngjae glared at her, making her correct her stance again. "I'm not a fan of whiners."

Youngjae was a strict teacher, but he was one of the best in the industry, he had worked with many idols such as Taemin, Seventeen and Hyuna.

"Okay and I'm not a fan of my uterus shredding," she said, using her sassy voice, making her members laugh. Youngjae rolled his eyes, although he couldn't help but laugh at her witty statement. Even though he was strict he always made sure to make the girls feel safe in their new environment.

"Okay fine, take a break then, drink some water and take a pill or whatever. I wanna see you doing better in 10 minutes, okay?" Gayoung nodded and saluted him. "Yes sir!"

The girls sat down on the floor to drink from their waterbottles, softly panting from the intense choreo. Iseul ran her hands through her hair. "You can't use that attitude on anyone, you know," she grinned. Gayoung laughed as she took another sip of water. "I know, unnie, but I know he's not gonna be mad at me~"

"Okay, but just focus in media training class okay? Because that behavior doesn't work out well usually. We have to remember they are our teachers, they are superior to us so we have to obey and listen well, yeah?"

Gayoung nodded. Her personality was quite feisty, so she could get a little bold and audacious, especially on her period. It wasn't her fault, really, Iseul knew that, but as a leader she wanted to look out for her 'little sister'.

As the youngest of three children she learned how to speak up and roar when she had to, she learned how to be heard and seen. When you grow up with two brothers who were quite the alpha males, she had no choice in becoming a fiery person. But Iseul admired that about the maknae, she was strong and stood up for her and the others when they couldn't.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door, making the girls look up in awe. Two tall men stood in the frame, and soon enough a few others popped their head in too. "Hi there, we thought it was about time to properly meet you," the tallest, Yunho, said with a warm smile.

Iseul signed the girls to immediately stand up, fix their postures and brush their hair out of their face. They bowed and greeted their seniors. "It's so nice to finally meet you Ateez sunbaenim, we look up to you a lot," Iseul said with a graceful smile.

The guys looked so proud and happy the girls nearly burst out in screams of excitement. "Your debut was crazy, literally," Wooyoung laughed, "Loved the choreo, we should totally film the challenge!"

The girls squealed in excitement and nodded, hoping they'd get picked out for it. "We'd absolutely love to, we are such huge fans of Ateez, you are the best performers in the industry," Evelyn confessed after making eye contact with Wooyoung.

"Well, now we are big fans of you too, we watched your stages on tour and we were really excited about it, you guys are very talented," San smiled kindly. "Don't forget their dance cover of HALA HALA!" Mingi shouted, who stood behind the other boys.

"Well, if you have any questions or anything feel free to ask us. It's hard when you roll into the industry for the first time. We are happy to help," their leader spoke. "Thank you, that's really kind of you, we could use it," Iseul grinned, sharing a look with Gayoung, who hid her face and laughed.

"Now, let's leave the girls alone, it seems like they were practicing a lot," Seonghwa smiled, gathering the boys and gesturing them to leave the room. The girls bowed a few times more, thanking them for their words.

When the guys left the room the girls nearly screamed in excitement, jumping up and down. "I swear to God, I couldn't speak, I just froze seeing them," Minji laughed, "I was stunned!"

"Okay girls, if you are done fangirling about your seniors, then let's go on!" Youngjae said, clapping his hands. "Let's start from the top. Ready? Okay, five, six, seven, eight!"

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Over the next few weeks the members had met Ateez a couple times, speaking to them about their journey and their Idol-tips. It was a warm day in late April when Evelyn practiced her solo dance she was planning to film. The Boys by SNSD played loudly on the speakers and the clinging of the chains on her cargopants filled the room.

"Looking good," Wooyoung smiled as he walked into the room. Evelyn stopped in her tracks as she saw him walking into the room. She quickly stopped the music, bowed and greeted him.

"Did you knock? I didn't hear anything, sorry," she quickly apologized. "That's okay, sorry for disturbing. I just heard so many stomps from the room I wondered who was dancing so hard," he grinned. Evelyn laughed and fixed her ponytail.

"Right, I'm practicing the YouTube cover I'm gonna film next week, doing a dance on The Boys, it is a selfmade choreo," Evelyn explained as she fiddled with her bracelet nervously. "Really? Can I see it? I'm curious now."

Wooyoung sat down on the couch in the back of the room as Evelyn put the music on again. The way she moved made him feel something inside. She was great, gracefully feminine and powerful at the same time. The way her hips moved and her ponytail swung left to right nearly made him bite his lip.

'Conceal it, Wooyoung, conceal it, she is your dongsaeng, she just debuted, keep it in your pants,' he spoke to himself mentally. Wooyoung forced a smile as he admired Evelyn, who had completely lost herself in the music.

Wooyoung had such admiration for the people who really felt the music, felt their moves and forgot about their surroundings as they danced.

"So, is it good?" she asked when she finished her choreo. "It is, you're a really, really good dancer," he said smiling as he stood up. "Do you have any tips? Advice? You are an amazing dancer yourself."

Wooyoung laughed cutely, which made Evelyn's heart skip a beat. "Thank you, well I could give you some advice but I have to go to my dorm before my schedule today. But I'm happy to help tomorrow? If you're practicing of course," Wooyoung offered. Evelyn nodded happily, "Yes, I will be practicing tomorrow, I think I'll be here around 9PM." "9PM it is, I will be there," Wooyoung said, bowing as he walked away.

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"He winked?" Minji asked in awe. "He totally did, as he left I swear I saw him wink!" "Are you sure? Maybe he just blinked?"

"Zora, no, don't take this from me, he winked! I am telling you," Evelyn said, trying to convince her friends. She took the under-eye mask from her skin and got started with her moisturizer. The cool drops couldn't do anything to make her feel less hot though.

"But maybe it didn't mean anything. Some people wink automatically, you know?" Zora asked. "Okay, can you just follow my fantasy for once?" Evelyn laughed.

Zora grinned as she watched her friend 'fangirl' about Wooyoung. She wasn't sure if this was a fangirling moment or a crushing moment though. From the past months of living together Zora learned that Evelyn falls for someone fast. She swoons over nearly every dancer, idol and actor on TV but she hasn't seen her this excited before.

"Mind you we just debuted and he is like 3 years older than you?" Hwayoung laughed. "Okay first of all, age doesn't matter, it doesn't feel any different. And also, it's not like we're getting married or anything," Evelyn defended herself. "But you want to," Zora grinned. "That's not the point!"

"Girls, tone it down, it's already 11PM, go to bed," their manager said as she stepped half into the bathroom, were the girls bickered. The girls nodded and wished her a good night, laughing silently when she left. Evelyn brushed her blonde hair carefully as she zoned out, thinking about Wooyoung's wink. She felt some spark in her body as she thought about him helping her practice her dance. How could she ever go to sleep?

Zora and Minji laughed at her, watching her zone out and standing there with her brush in her hand. "Earth to Evelyn," Zora said, shaking her shoulder, "don't fall too hard, you'll hurt yourself."

Evelyn laid in bed that night, not being able to sleep. She kept re-thinking the situation. Why did she get the feels so quickly? Sure, he's a gorgeous man and he seemed sweet. She knew she couldn't date him, but it wouldn't hurt anyone if she flirted with him, right?

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#kpop #ateez #smut #fluff #angst #san #seonghwa #wooyoung #yunho #yeosang #jongho #hongjoong #mingi #querencia #shinestarhwaa

[goldeneyedgirl]

I love korean Alice SO MUCH!!! As an asian person myself, I always hadcanon Alice as asian because she had always been my favorite (and because if Meyer isn't going to do this then I WILL DO THIS MYSELF) so this fic seems like my dreams coming true. But my real question is: does Jasper knows is he is going to lose his memories? Does Alice tells him he isn't going to remember her?

Hi Anon! I'm so glad that you enjoy Korean Alice!

I must admit, I always thought that the Cullen family composition was so boring. Carlisle is born in England in 1663 and travels extensively over the centuries... and somehow ends up with an all-white family, presumably Christian, the majority born within a 40 year timeline, heavily favouring the South of America?

That's just lacking imagination. Or being super Mormon, take your pick.

And I support retconning canon facts at all times. There is nothing the Twilight fandom can't improve with some DIY. And I'm really excited that you like Korean Alice, because I have a few other fics I've started that feature an Asian Alice, but I wasn't sure if too many people were invested in that.

As for your question: no, Jasper has no idea his memory is wiped. He visits Busan every few years, meets Alice for 'the first time', and has his mind wiped at the end of every single visit. That was the agreement Alice made with her coven leader, Ratana (who is kind of a dick, but also trying to protect everyone the best way she knows how) but Jasper has never been informed of this deal.

Alice never tells him because she's ashamed that she's bartered with his memories without consent, and because she never wants them to focus on how long they've got left before they have to return. She's also terrified of leaving her coven because of the dangers towards her out there, and she doesn't want to burden Jasper and his coven with her protection and survival.

Hala can sort of return memories, but the older they are, the more degraded they are. Only very recent memories can be restored perfectly - older ones decay; they are missing parts, missing conversation, and have all the emotion stripped away from them. And because Jasper's an empath, the emotions attached to his memories are very, very important to him. Arguably more important than anything else.

It's a bit of a problem.

Thank you again SO much for your message, it made my day!

#asks #my fic: korean alice #i am white so if anyone ever notices anything Incorrect in Korean Alice please tell me so i can correct it #i try really hard to research all my fics carefully but research isn't a replacement for lived experience #and remember: chinese immigrants arrived in mississippi in the 1800s #there is historical precedent for alice to have been asian #one day i will launch my diverse cullen fic on the world #jewish rosalie & black emmett & latino jasper & chinese alice #esme might be jewish too because i like the idea of her and rose sharing that but i need to research the jewish community in ohio first #but carlisle and edward being Shocked at small-town bigotry towards their family #i actually love half-Quileute bella for this verse too but i digress #i do still owe everyone tattooed latino jasper i need to resurrect it