Doing Rumi's make-up post movie would be very weird. I love Rumi, but you can see her marks are faintly visible on her skin in a neutral state. Does she just wear concealer or do you have to match the iridescence-
β ALLERGEN WARNINGS: Slightly suggestive content but it's them making out heavy + implications at the end
β SLICE: 1st, 2nd, 3rd (you are here)
β NOTES: I really did need to πββοΈ not just bc the public demanded it but bc I demanded it too πββοΈ. FUCK me though oh myg od FOUR FUCKING K WORDS
You know what's stranger than finding out that someone you knew from school got hot and famous? Being invited to stay with them for a bit during their tour.
Not actually on tour, just until they're finished with their concerts in the state. But it was still staying with them at a five-star hotel, all-expenses paid, in a room all to yourself. Why? Because apparently when you're a member of the record-breaking internationally-famous K-Pop group, you have more than enough zeroes in your bank account and clout radiating off your footsteps that you could just book some premium-tier room last minute and the managers won't even throw a fit.
Remember the thought about only being a little jealous? Consider it 'not-so-little'.
It's not like you could be too mad, though. All this and more, just because you used to be associated with HUNTR/X's own rapper and lyricist? A girl could get used to the pampering, you know.
Though really you weren't here just for the queen treatment (though it's obviously what you deserved anyway) and the relaxation and the all-expenses paid trip that you shooed your friend off forβthe bitch didn't really mind, just told you to come back without an STD. Classy.
No, you were here because Zoey had wanted to catch up. After god knows how many years of no contactβnot because of some bullshit grudge from school, but because of the depressing reality of adulthood (for you) and the glow-up of the century (for her)βthe two of you had found each other by complete chance.. or rather, it was less a chance meeting and more not reading into the band hard enough to actually spot that yes, the Zoey that everyone now finds simultaneously too cute to exist and too hot to handle is, in fact, the Zoey that used to get shoved into lockers and had her Sunlight Sisters vinyl absolutely trashed (though you did cash in a favour and gave her a new copy after having someone buy it for you). And now that the girl's got a hold on you, she didn't want to let go just yet, which not like you could blame her but the last you saw her, she'd just acquiesce like some sad puppy whenever you had to leave to go back home.
It's been a few days so far, and you've been not-so-gradually introduced to her life by yours truly, starting with her two other bandmates, Mira and Rumi. Mira seems to be the chill, blunt kid who would've definitely had kids at school confused on whether she was some goth freak or some hot goth freak but very much agreed upon that the bitch is not to be fucked with. Rumi seems to be the de-facto leader with an impressive length of hair on her head and an equally-impressive set of neck and everything-else muscles to her, though she does seem like more the traditional valedictorian type. Both women are equally as hot, and the chances of the Zoey you knew being friends with them back in school would be equally on the negative.
But the more Zoey shows you about her life nowβnot just with the pink-and-purple duo but with her fans, her music, her workβevery aspect you are introduced to is yet another weird slap in the face with the words "she's changed, she isn't the Zoey you knew anymore" written across the palm and printed onto your goddamn forehead. Of course she wasn't completely different, there were still bits and pieces that was still the same, butβ¦
Back then it was so simple. She was some bullied nerd, you were the queen bee but you went to the same school and the two of you had something to gain. Now? You were in two different world, two competely different continentsβafter their last performance in the state, they'll leave and whatever this is will just be some dumb memory lost to time.
After tomorrow's show, this reunion will all be over.
β¦
Such a dumb sentimental thing to think aboutβ
"[Y/N]? Heeeey, did I lose you?"
βwhen you weren't even in your own bed to have an acceptable existential crisis on.
You forgot for a second, but after shopping together for the whole day before heading to some shitty grease-glazed diner for old times' sake, the two of you decided to continue the evening in Zoey's room, where she was doing your nails using the gel kit she apparently carried to every locationβher older kit from years ago's been replaced, you note, the one with the stupid frayed stickers of cartoony turtles, skateboards and the Sunlight Sisters' logo.
"Ugh, yeah, a little. Not your fault," you waved it off with your free hand, already dried and finished in comparison to the hand Zoey held still with her tongue sticking out in concentration, "my brain's been wandering 24/7 lately, it's annoying."
She doesn't even look up, still focused on her work, but you don't need her to look at you to know she's genuinely interested rather than offended. "Oh? What about?" Because she's just that kind of person: infuriatingly nice to a fault; still way too much of a doormat (not as much as before, but work could still be done); and always noting down everything you say in that little head of hers, no matter how unimportant it is.
"Just stupid shit? Not really anything important," you answered airily as you picked up your phone to scroll through.. something, because looking important and busy has always been your specialty.
Unfortunately for you, it seems that you were too good in training Zoey on your personal cues years ago because she looks up at you in response to your movement at the corner of her eye, "You sure you don't want to talk about it? I'm listening."
That's the problem. You do want to talk about it, but you also don't. And you know she's always listening, you know thatβever since the two of you started talking after that moment in the stairwell, she's always listened to you, even when sometimes you think all you're saying is just completely irrelevant bullshit.
So you attempt to dodge the question, "What about whatever you were talking about?"
"Oh. You mean the new song we're making?" Zoey tilted her head in thought as she capped the gel polish and put it aside, seemingly indulging your distraction.. or maybe she was genuinely distracted herself, who can say, "Don't worry about it! That's basically nothingβmostly we're just struggling to write it, but it's probably because we need to take a break to keep our heads from exploding. Haha, I've got, like, four notebooks and counting and none of them still seem right."
"Isn't four a bit overkill?"
"Is it?"
"How many pages do they have, usually?"
"Pages or sheets?"
"Sheets. Of paper."
"Mmm⦠Around a hundred?"
"Jesus."
"Okay, but in my defence, I either draw or brainstorm on.. half of them? Slightly more?"
"And how many notebooks do you usually take?"
"..Six? Seven?"
"For one song," you deadpanned.
And she shook her head defensively with a little giggle, "No! Well, yeah, right now, but we use some of them for other songs!"
You finally put down your phone, screen face-down, and you can't help the smile that stretched your lips as you spoke with an affectionate eyeroll, "You're still such a fucking nerd."
At one point before you entered into her life for that one year before graduation took you away, she would've cowed at the nickname. But now, she just giggled again instead with a tint of pink of her cheeks as her eyes went down to inspect the line of nail polish that was laid out before picking out the next layer, the back-and-forth eventually reduced to a comfortable quiet.
At least the distraction was successful.
..Though really, you were curious. "So.. what is the song supposed to be about? You need, like, a topic or something, right?" Because come on, who wouldn't ask for insider info when you're friends with the idol?
The brush stills just above your nail, the paint threatening to ruin Zoey's work with one single drip before she draws her hand back, and when you look at the tips of her ears you notice that they're growing redder by the second. You hear her murmer something, but it's so quiet that you can't hear it properly despite being in an otherwise-quiet room.
"What?" You raised a curious, and admittedly teasing, eyebrow, because what's got this 'fierce rapper in the streets' so flustered all of a sudden? "You're gonna have to speak up for me, babe. I didn't hear a word you just said."
Zoey lets out this high-pitched giggle of what you've long since attributed to Zoey-specific nervousness, which only raises your level of curiosity further as you stayed silent while watching her.. until the laugh gradually fades into embarrased silence. And then eventually, she does say something.
"..love."
"What?"
She tries again, clearing her throat and pointedly looking away, "Love."
"Oh." You snorted lightly in laughter at the display, "I'd have thought it was something, like, raunchy or something. Think, like, Megan-level raunchy. Scandalise the K-Pop audience, not cater to it."
That got a laugh out of her, a genuine one rather than a panicked one, "Oh, no, Celine would absolutely hate us if we did that. No, nothing like that."
"So what's got your panties in a twist? You've let me see some of your songs from beforeβI remember a few of them were cheesy love songs.. from what I could read in english anyway." You leaned in with a light smirk, "Oh. Is this one of those personal songs? Like the one 5 Seconds of Summer made for Gemma Styles? And you're the lyricist too, so surelyβ¦"
You were teasing. You really were.
You didn't think you'd get this sort of reaction.
Zoey's cheeks were completely red, and that blush completely spread to her ears. Her hand had let go of yours, leaving your nails completely unfinished, though the fact that they were now hovering mid-air meant you could see the way they shook lightly.
She imploded. She imploded in the exact same way she did on that stairwell.
"..Zoey?"
So far since your reunion, you've noticed in passing that she has stupidly good posture, something she didn't used to have back in school. But now? This sight was more familiarβhead ducked, shoulders hunched, looking like she was trying to be as small as possible despite her already-small frameβ¦
(You weren't gonna lie and say you didn't feel a twinge of something, but you sure as hell weren't going to acknowledge it either.)
"..maybe it is personal."
"Hm?"
The idol still looked incredibly embarrassed, but her eyes slowly drifted to actually look at you. Progress. "The song. It.. was going to be about someone."
Once upon a time, maybe you'd have continued to tease. But this moodβwhatever it wasβseemed like it wasn't the time. Or at least, Zoey somewhat deserves to be spared a little, or god knows she'd probably overheat.
So you ask, very delicately, "..Anyone I know?"
Because there's no way it would be, not after so many years of no contact. Maybe it's a celebrity crush, maybe it's an actual crush on someone. Hell, maybe it could be either Mira or Rumi, you couldn't know.
There's no way you'd ever--
"you?"
..oh.
So that's why the atmosphere was all weird.
Wait.
"Hold on. Why so insecure?"
"Wha?"
You scoffed, "You said it like it was a question. If you're gonna turn out to have some long-standing gay crush on me, at least sound convinced about it."
She just.. stared at your indignation, and honestly you'd stare at yourself in her place too when you quickly realise that maybe now isn't the time to nitpick about that stuff (or rather, maybe it was the perfect time). And she laughed. Not a giggle, not those awkward, high-pitched laughs, a genuine laugh. She still sported a blush on her entire faceβfigures what an 'asian flush' looks like, you supposedβbut her eyes crinkled in genuine lighthearted amusement and her shoulders shook like the rest of her body.
"Oh god," Zoey chuckled out after eventually calming down, "I just spilled something embarrassing to you and all you do is--"
"Point out your tone? Yes." May as well drive it home. "Because it is, quite frankly, embarrassing if you're not sure whether you've had a crush on me or not after half a decade or so. Besides, it's not so embarrassing," you flicked your hair, "you're not the only person in line for this piece of ass."
That might not have been the best thing to say, because you see her try not to look like a kicked puppy (and fail miserably) as her smile twists slightly into something pained, "Ha. Yeah. Of course. Why wouldn't they? You're basically perfect! Yeah."
"Yeah, I-- ..are you jealous?"
"no."
"You went quiet."
"I said no! Why would I be jealous? You deserve to be happy with whoever you want, so I could never be jealous."
"You know we've only had four days together after years of forgetting the other person existed, right?"
"I never forgotβ¦"
"What?"
"What?"
..Realistically, nothing substantial should develop after only four days of being together. It's too fast-paced, not enough time to get to know someone and whether they're 'the one' or a living, breathing ick.
But then again.. it's Zoey.
The old Zoey was cute. A bit of a pathetic loser, but still cute, in an 'I need to make her my pet project' type of way. The new Zoey was.. honestly? Hot. Still a loser, but she can take on the worldβsignificantly less 'pet project' material than before.
But then you remember; after they finish their final show in the state tomorrow, they'll be leaving.
Zoey will be leaving.
(Maybe it's some bullshit form of karma for graduating and leaving her before.)
β¦
"Hey. Zoey?"
"Uh, yeah?"
"You got that lip gloss on you?"
You didn't have to specify what shade you meant, of course not, and she reached to the bedside table for her makeup bag, "Yeah, why?"
"My lips feel really dry, and you know how I hate dry-ass lips."
The sudden familiar exchangeβsomething that happened all too often when you used to hang outβgets a chuckle out of Zoey as she hands you the tube, the blush fading slightly from her face at the sudden mundaneity.
You reach out for the tube and made quick work in applying it without even needing a mirror, and you press your lips together to make sure it's spread around properly. Then, you ask as you close the tube, "Want some?"
She nods, "I mean, yeah, sure," and she reaches for the tube you held out.. and thenβ
"..!"
You drop the lip gloss and let it clatter on the floor as you grasp her reaching arm to pull her into a kiss. It wasn't soft or gentle, no way in hell was that your brand. Instead it was a collision, a rough pull and a dizzying kiss that had Zoey melting into the actionβinto youβas the heat and the pressure combined to overwrite the lost time between the two of you.
The little gasps and whimpers that leave her lips as you kiss her again and again and again serve as a potent aphrodisiac, not to mention the scent of her perfume (something lightly sweet and nutty and tempting and definitely above most common people's paygrade) that filled your senses as your hands wandered from her hands to her toned biceps all the way up to her hair, which you undo easily thanks to her teaching you how she ties up her buns all those years ago before carding your fingers through her soft, black hair.
Zoey's hands were initially lost, fumbling in the air and hovering over you as she was overwhelmed with your touch, your taste (and the taste of the gloss), your scent, before they eventually settled on hugging you with her hands grasping onto your shoulders. It's not long before they started to explore and wander down to your back, eliciting a shiver from yourself, until they stop at your lower back.. and then resting on your hips as she pulled you closer and clung onto your clothes.
The pull plus your relentless lip-locking ended up with the both of you falling down onto the bed, with Zoey landing on her back and with you leaning on top of her. You make yourself comfortable by straddling her and slotting your knee in between her thighs, the contact making her gasp lightly in the same time you broke off the kiss and leaned back to look at her.
And oh, what a sight.
Her hair, loose from its usual buns, had draped on the bed like a dark halo. The idol, someone so used to performing high-energy concerts for hours at a time, was breathing heavily under you as her brown eyes looked up at you with her pupils blown black and wide. Her cheeks were flushed for a new reason, and her lips? Swollen and glistening.
God, she looked like such a fucking loser.
"Like I said," your hand moved up to slowly skim and graze her neck before cupping her cheek and using your thumb to smear the shared gloss and the spit on the corner of her mouth, "this shade really does look good on you."
A shaky breath leaves her as a full-body shiver overtakes her entire body, and it takes the younger woman a moment for her to form words as she struggles to process the sudden turn of events, "Wh-- but.. I thought-- I thought you just said no!"
"Did I explicitly say no?"
"Um.. no?"
"Does this feel like a no?"
"N-No, but--"
"That should answer your question." You huffed indignantly before your tone takes on a tone that was, god forbid, a touch more hesitant, "..You asked what I was distracted with thinking about."
Zoey nodded.
You took in a deep breath at the self-exposure you're about to do.. before actually opening your mouth, your hands moving down to clench and bunch up the idol's shirt, "I thought about how it'll all end up the same after you leave."
All she lets out is a breathy "oh", but she stays silent as you continue, "God, I hate being sentimental, but.. by some stupid chance, I managed to find you after thinking that I wasn't going to see you again when it showed that I couldn't text your original number years ago. I.. ugh, fuck, this is stupid--"
Your backtracking instantly stops at the sight of Zoey looking right at you, her pupils still blown wide but her gaze completely focus on you as if you were the only one that mattered. You feel her hands grip the fabric of your clothes at your hip area, and you can hear the way she's purposefully trying to steady her breathingβthough whether it was for you or for yourself, you couldn't tell.
..Fine.
"I missed you, okay?" It felt as if your confession was ripped out of you, but it also felt like the lightest you'd ever been in years, "I missed you and your stupid freckles, and the way you smiled so freakishly wide whenever I told you you did good with my nails, and your obsession with idols and turtles, and the way you clung onto me like I was the one who put up every star in the sky. But then I see you now, and it feels like I'm looking at someone that's so far away that I could lose it again."
You scoffed, if only to hide the crack in your voice, "You're famous, jetsetting everywhere with that stupid 'rap flow' or whatever, and doing things that the Zoey I know wouldn't even think of doing, like actually perform in front of so many people. I know you from before, but I don't know you now, and whatever this is will disappear the moment you take that plane back to Seoul."
"I could have you now.. and then what?"
..Maybe that was a bit too much for an infodump, you weren't used to pouring your heart out like some common sad girl with a shitty playlist. And especially after a make-out sesh is such poor taste.
"Nevermind, I--"
"I thought I was the only one who thought that."
"Huh?"
You felt her fingers drum on your sides as she structured her words in her head, "Like.. when I gave you that invite to meet up back in the green room, I didn't think you'd show up. And if you did, I kinda overthought it and convinced myself that you're just.. tolerating me. Maybe you found me annoying or exhausting to deal with the entire time, and you just didn't say anything--"
"You of all people know that I'd tell you if you were ever full of shit for any reason."
"I do! But I kept thinking that maybe things really did change and-- and maybe you wouldn't actually want to deal with me anymore. You're still the same person I knew from schoolβ"
"Gee, thanks for telling me I have no depth whatsoever."
"βbut so many years have passed that I don't know what things you like or don't like anymore, even though I tried so hard to keep it all in mind during school so that I could get everything right." She took in a breath of her own in an effort to steel herself before continuing, "I wanted to write a song about you because the moment I saw you in that crowd, I felt my heart in my throat like all the feelings I had back then jumped at me with a mix of wanting to get to know you all over again. It was gonna be about finding your love all over again--"
You couldn't help the scoffed-out laugh that escaped your lips, "That is the cheesiest way you could've put it."
"Yeah, well," she turned her head to the side, her cheek pressing onto the mattress before looking back up at you, though the serious atmosphere had alleviated a bit, "I can't put it any other way!! I didn't know how to write it so that's why I invited you to stay with us for the week! Because, like, maybe I'd get hit with an inspiration!!"
"Okay, nerd," you rolled your eyes humorously, "you can just say you want to spend time with me."
"Can't I do both???"
"Ehh, I guess you can." You smiled down at her, and your chest feels warm and light as you lean down to press a gentle kiss on Zoey's lips as your hands unclenched on Zoey's clothes to slowly wander down to the underside of it, "But if we're done with the emotional and verbal exchange straight out of 'Pining Atrocities Anonymous'βwhich I've personally concluded, effective immediatelyβI'd like to get re-aquainted with each other in a different way."
"Different? Like--" The younger woman's breath hitched, and her body arched lightly towards yours as she unintentionally ground herself on your thigh with a nervous-yet-thrilled laugh, "Oh. That way."
"Unless you don't want to?" You ask as your hands slowly withdraw.. only for one of her hands to grasp yours and put it back against her skin.
"Are you kidding? I know I'll be talking to you every day I can, but I won't be able to feel you for WEEKS, maybe even MONTHS." Though immediately after, her voice takes on a bashful tone, "But.. maybe gentle first?"
"Idiot."
"Take that ba-- ah, unfair!"
β
It's been two days since that day, and Zoey's never felt better.
HUNTR/X had their last concert in California yesterday, which had an awesome send-off for a final show of the state, and they boarded their private plane right after. The food spread? Absolutely immaculate, and so was their post-show ramyeon. But that's not actually why Zoey's been in a good mood nonstop.
After your very productive night relearning each other (and fixing up your hand's nail art because you both forgot about finishing and drying it), the two of you had agreed on trying out a long-distance relationship, one without any sort of pressure. The two of you had lives to live, after all, and a lot more to relearn about each other after years of not having the opportunity to stay connected.
It didn't take Mira any time at all to realise what happened the day after, and she had this insanely smug yet proud look on her face when she saw you two leave Zoey's room together (which did turn into a protective scowl when she looked at you, though all was fine after a brief interrogation). Rumi took slightly longer and cues from Mira, though eventually she got it with a resounding "ooooohβ¦", followed by what could have been a surprised exclamation, if it weren't for Mira cutting her off. All in all, the both of them were supportive! That did mean getting teased constantly by both of her unnies whenever she drew her phone out to text you.
Just like this moment actually.
(Needless to say, Zoey definitely had an idea on how to write out her lyrics.)
β ALLERGEN WARNINGS: Slightly suggestive content but it's them making out heavy + implications at the end
β SLICE: 1st, 2nd, 3rd (you are here)
β NOTES: I really did need to πββοΈ not just bc the public demanded it but bc I demanded it too πββοΈ. FUCK me though oh myg od FOUR FUCKING K WORDS
You know what's stranger than finding out that someone you knew from school got hot and famous? Being invited to stay with them for a bit during their tour.
Not actually on tour, just until they're finished with their concerts in the state. But it was still staying with them at a five-star hotel, all-expenses paid, in a room all to yourself. Why? Because apparently when you're a member of the record-breaking internationally-famous K-Pop group, you have more than enough zeroes in your bank account and clout radiating off your footsteps that you could just book some premium-tier room last minute and the managers won't even throw a fit.
Remember the thought about only being a little jealous? Consider it 'not-so-little'.
It's not like you could be too mad, though. All this and more, just because you used to be associated with HUNTR/X's own rapper and lyricist? A girl could get used to the pampering, you know.
Though really you weren't here just for the queen treatment (though it's obviously what you deserved anyway) and the relaxation and the all-expenses paid trip that you shooed your friend off forβthe bitch didn't really mind, just told you to come back without an STD. Classy.
No, you were here because Zoey had wanted to catch up. After god knows how many years of no contactβnot because of some bullshit grudge from school, but because of the depressing reality of adulthood (for you) and the glow-up of the century (for her)βthe two of you had found each other by complete chance.. or rather, it was less a chance meeting and more not reading into the band hard enough to actually spot that yes, the Zoey that everyone now finds simultaneously too cute to exist and too hot to handle is, in fact, the Zoey that used to get shoved into lockers and had her Sunlight Sisters vinyl absolutely trashed (though you did cash in a favour and gave her a new copy after having someone buy it for you). And now that the girl's got a hold on you, she didn't want to let go just yet, which not like you could blame her but the last you saw her, she'd just acquiesce like some sad puppy whenever you had to leave to go back home.
It's been a few days so far, and you've been not-so-gradually introduced to her life by yours truly, starting with her two other bandmates, Mira and Rumi. Mira seems to be the chill, blunt kid who would've definitely had kids at school confused on whether she was some goth freak or some hot goth freak but very much agreed upon that the bitch is not to be fucked with. Rumi seems to be the de-facto leader with an impressive length of hair on her head and an equally-impressive set of neck and everything-else muscles to her, though she does seem like more the traditional valedictorian type. Both women are equally as hot, and the chances of the Zoey you knew being friends with them back in school would be equally on the negative.
But the more Zoey shows you about her life nowβnot just with the pink-and-purple duo but with her fans, her music, her workβevery aspect you are introduced to is yet another weird slap in the face with the words "she's changed, she isn't the Zoey you knew anymore" written across the palm and printed onto your goddamn forehead. Of course she wasn't completely different, there were still bits and pieces that was still the same, butβ¦
Back then it was so simple. She was some bullied nerd, you were the queen bee but you went to the same school and the two of you had something to gain. Now? You were in two different world, two competely different continentsβafter their last performance in the state, they'll leave and whatever this is will just be some dumb memory lost to time.
After tomorrow's show, this reunion will all be over.
β¦
Such a dumb sentimental thing to think aboutβ
"[Y/N]? Heeeey, did I lose you?"
βwhen you weren't even in your own bed to have an acceptable existential crisis on.
You forgot for a second, but after shopping together for the whole day before heading to some shitty grease-glazed diner for old times' sake, the two of you decided to continue the evening in Zoey's room, where she was doing your nails using the gel kit she apparently carried to every locationβher older kit from years ago's been replaced, you note, the one with the stupid frayed stickers of cartoony turtles, skateboards and the Sunlight Sisters' logo.
"Ugh, yeah, a little. Not your fault," you waved it off with your free hand, already dried and finished in comparison to the hand Zoey held still with her tongue sticking out in concentration, "my brain's been wandering 24/7 lately, it's annoying."
She doesn't even look up, still focused on her work, but you don't need her to look at you to know she's genuinely interested rather than offended. "Oh? What about?" Because she's just that kind of person: infuriatingly nice to a fault; still way too much of a doormat (not as much as before, but work could still be done); and always noting down everything you say in that little head of hers, no matter how unimportant it is.
"Just stupid shit? Not really anything important," you answered airily as you picked up your phone to scroll through.. something, because looking important and busy has always been your specialty.
Unfortunately for you, it seems that you were too good in training Zoey on your personal cues years ago because she looks up at you in response to your movement at the corner of her eye, "You sure you don't want to talk about it? I'm listening."
That's the problem. You do want to talk about it, but you also don't. And you know she's always listening, you know thatβever since the two of you started talking after that moment in the stairwell, she's always listened to you, even when sometimes you think all you're saying is just completely irrelevant bullshit.
So you attempt to dodge the question, "What about whatever you were talking about?"
"Oh. You mean the new song we're making?" Zoey tilted her head in thought as she capped the gel polish and put it aside, seemingly indulging your distraction.. or maybe she was genuinely distracted herself, who can say, "Don't worry about it! That's basically nothingβmostly we're just struggling to write it, but it's probably because we need to take a break to keep our heads from exploding. Haha, I've got, like, four notebooks and counting and none of them still seem right."
"Isn't four a bit overkill?"
"Is it?"
"How many pages do they have, usually?"
"Pages or sheets?"
"Sheets. Of paper."
"Mmm⦠Around a hundred?"
"Jesus."
"Okay, but in my defence, I either draw or brainstorm on.. half of them? Slightly more?"
"And how many notebooks do you usually take?"
"..Six? Seven?"
"For one song," you deadpanned.
And she shook her head defensively with a little giggle, "No! Well, yeah, right now, but we use some of them for other songs!"
You finally put down your phone, screen face-down, and you can't help the smile that stretched your lips as you spoke with an affectionate eyeroll, "You're still such a fucking nerd."
At one point before you entered into her life for that one year before graduation took you away, she would've cowed at the nickname. But now, she just giggled again instead with a tint of pink of her cheeks as her eyes went down to inspect the line of nail polish that was laid out before picking out the next layer, the back-and-forth eventually reduced to a comfortable quiet.
At least the distraction was successful.
..Though really, you were curious. "So.. what is the song supposed to be about? You need, like, a topic or something, right?" Because come on, who wouldn't ask for insider info when you're friends with the idol?
The brush stills just above your nail, the paint threatening to ruin Zoey's work with one single drip before she draws her hand back, and when you look at the tips of her ears you notice that they're growing redder by the second. You hear her murmer something, but it's so quiet that you can't hear it properly despite being in an otherwise-quiet room.
"What?" You raised a curious, and admittedly teasing, eyebrow, because what's got this 'fierce rapper in the streets' so flustered all of a sudden? "You're gonna have to speak up for me, babe. I didn't hear a word you just said."
Zoey lets out this high-pitched giggle of what you've long since attributed to Zoey-specific nervousness, which only raises your level of curiosity further as you stayed silent while watching her.. until the laugh gradually fades into embarrased silence. And then eventually, she does say something.
"..love."
"What?"
She tries again, clearing her throat and pointedly looking away, "Love."
"Oh." You snorted lightly in laughter at the display, "I'd have thought it was something, like, raunchy or something. Think, like, Megan-level raunchy. Scandalise the K-Pop audience, not cater to it."
That got a laugh out of her, a genuine one rather than a panicked one, "Oh, no, Celine would absolutely hate us if we did that. No, nothing like that."
"So what's got your panties in a twist? You've let me see some of your songs from beforeβI remember a few of them were cheesy love songs.. from what I could read in english anyway." You leaned in with a light smirk, "Oh. Is this one of those personal songs? Like the one 5 Seconds of Summer made for Gemma Styles? And you're the lyricist too, so surelyβ¦"
You were teasing. You really were.
You didn't think you'd get this sort of reaction.
Zoey's cheeks were completely red, and that blush completely spread to her ears. Her hand had let go of yours, leaving your nails completely unfinished, though the fact that they were now hovering mid-air meant you could see the way they shook lightly.
She imploded. She imploded in the exact same way she did on that stairwell.
"..Zoey?"
So far since your reunion, you've noticed in passing that she has stupidly good posture, something she didn't used to have back in school. But now? This sight was more familiarβhead ducked, shoulders hunched, looking like she was trying to be as small as possible despite her already-small frameβ¦
(You weren't gonna lie and say you didn't feel a twinge of something, but you sure as hell weren't going to acknowledge it either.)
"..maybe it is personal."
"Hm?"
The idol still looked incredibly embarrassed, but her eyes slowly drifted to actually look at you. Progress. "The song. It.. was going to be about someone."
Once upon a time, maybe you'd have continued to tease. But this moodβwhatever it wasβseemed like it wasn't the time. Or at least, Zoey somewhat deserves to be spared a little, or god knows she'd probably overheat.
So you ask, very delicately, "..Anyone I know?"
Because there's no way it would be, not after so many years of no contact. Maybe it's a celebrity crush, maybe it's an actual crush on someone. Hell, maybe it could be either Mira or Rumi, you couldn't know.
There's no way you'd ever--
"you?"
..oh.
So that's why the atmosphere was all weird.
Wait.
"Hold on. Why so insecure?"
"Wha?"
You scoffed, "You said it like it was a question. If you're gonna turn out to have some long-standing gay crush on me, at least sound convinced about it."
She just.. stared at your indignation, and honestly you'd stare at yourself in her place too when you quickly realise that maybe now isn't the time to nitpick about that stuff (or rather, maybe it was the perfect time). And she laughed. Not a giggle, not those awkward, high-pitched laughs, a genuine laugh. She still sported a blush on her entire faceβfigures what an 'asian flush' looks like, you supposedβbut her eyes crinkled in genuine lighthearted amusement and her shoulders shook like the rest of her body.
"Oh god," Zoey chuckled out after eventually calming down, "I just spilled something embarrassing to you and all you do is--"
"Point out your tone? Yes." May as well drive it home. "Because it is, quite frankly, embarrassing if you're not sure whether you've had a crush on me or not after half a decade or so. Besides, it's not so embarrassing," you flicked your hair, "you're not the only person in line for this piece of ass."
That might not have been the best thing to say, because you see her try not to look like a kicked puppy (and fail miserably) as her smile twists slightly into something pained, "Ha. Yeah. Of course. Why wouldn't they? You're basically perfect! Yeah."
"Yeah, I-- ..are you jealous?"
"no."
"You went quiet."
"I said no! Why would I be jealous? You deserve to be happy with whoever you want, so I could never be jealous."
"You know we've only had four days together after years of forgetting the other person existed, right?"
"I never forgotβ¦"
"What?"
"What?"
..Realistically, nothing substantial should develop after only four days of being together. It's too fast-paced, not enough time to get to know someone and whether they're 'the one' or a living, breathing ick.
But then again.. it's Zoey.
The old Zoey was cute. A bit of a pathetic loser, but still cute, in an 'I need to make her my pet project' type of way. The new Zoey was.. honestly? Hot. Still a loser, but she can take on the worldβsignificantly less 'pet project' material than before.
But then you remember; after they finish their final show in the state tomorrow, they'll be leaving.
Zoey will be leaving.
(Maybe it's some bullshit form of karma for graduating and leaving her before.)
β¦
"Hey. Zoey?"
"Uh, yeah?"
"You got that lip gloss on you?"
You didn't have to specify what shade you meant, of course not, and she reached to the bedside table for her makeup bag, "Yeah, why?"
"My lips feel really dry, and you know how I hate dry-ass lips."
The sudden familiar exchangeβsomething that happened all too often when you used to hang outβgets a chuckle out of Zoey as she hands you the tube, the blush fading slightly from her face at the sudden mundaneity.
You reach out for the tube and made quick work in applying it without even needing a mirror, and you press your lips together to make sure it's spread around properly. Then, you ask as you close the tube, "Want some?"
She nods, "I mean, yeah, sure," and she reaches for the tube you held out.. and thenβ
"..!"
You drop the lip gloss and let it clatter on the floor as you grasp her reaching arm to pull her into a kiss. It wasn't soft or gentle, no way in hell was that your brand. Instead it was a collision, a rough pull and a dizzying kiss that had Zoey melting into the actionβinto youβas the heat and the pressure combined to overwrite the lost time between the two of you.
The little gasps and whimpers that leave her lips as you kiss her again and again and again serve as a potent aphrodisiac, not to mention the scent of her perfume (something lightly sweet and nutty and tempting and definitely above most common people's paygrade) that filled your senses as your hands wandered from her hands to her toned biceps all the way up to her hair, which you undo easily thanks to her teaching you how she ties up her buns all those years ago before carding your fingers through her soft, black hair.
Zoey's hands were initially lost, fumbling in the air and hovering over you as she was overwhelmed with your touch, your taste (and the taste of the gloss), your scent, before they eventually settled on hugging you with her hands grasping onto your shoulders. It's not long before they started to explore and wander down to your back, eliciting a shiver from yourself, until they stop at your lower back.. and then resting on your hips as she pulled you closer and clung onto your clothes.
The pull plus your relentless lip-locking ended up with the both of you falling down onto the bed, with Zoey landing on her back and with you leaning on top of her. You make yourself comfortable by straddling her and slotting your knee in between her thighs, the contact making her gasp lightly in the same time you broke off the kiss and leaned back to look at her.
And oh, what a sight.
Her hair, loose from its usual buns, had draped on the bed like a dark halo. The idol, someone so used to performing high-energy concerts for hours at a time, was breathing heavily under you as her brown eyes looked up at you with her pupils blown black and wide. Her cheeks were flushed for a new reason, and her lips? Swollen and glistening.
God, she looked like such a fucking loser.
"Like I said," your hand moved up to slowly skim and graze her neck before cupping her cheek and using your thumb to smear the shared gloss and the spit on the corner of her mouth, "this shade really does look good on you."
A shaky breath leaves her as a full-body shiver overtakes her entire body, and it takes the younger woman a moment for her to form words as she struggles to process the sudden turn of events, "Wh-- but.. I thought-- I thought you just said no!"
"Did I explicitly say no?"
"Um.. no?"
"Does this feel like a no?"
"N-No, but--"
"That should answer your question." You huffed indignantly before your tone takes on a tone that was, god forbid, a touch more hesitant, "..You asked what I was distracted with thinking about."
Zoey nodded.
You took in a deep breath at the self-exposure you're about to do.. before actually opening your mouth, your hands moving down to clench and bunch up the idol's shirt, "I thought about how it'll all end up the same after you leave."
All she lets out is a breathy "oh", but she stays silent as you continue, "God, I hate being sentimental, but.. by some stupid chance, I managed to find you after thinking that I wasn't going to see you again when it showed that I couldn't text your original number years ago. I.. ugh, fuck, this is stupid--"
Your backtracking instantly stops at the sight of Zoey looking right at you, her pupils still blown wide but her gaze completely focus on you as if you were the only one that mattered. You feel her hands grip the fabric of your clothes at your hip area, and you can hear the way she's purposefully trying to steady her breathingβthough whether it was for you or for yourself, you couldn't tell.
..Fine.
"I missed you, okay?" It felt as if your confession was ripped out of you, but it also felt like the lightest you'd ever been in years, "I missed you and your stupid freckles, and the way you smiled so freakishly wide whenever I told you you did good with my nails, and your obsession with idols and turtles, and the way you clung onto me like I was the one who put up every star in the sky. But then I see you now, and it feels like I'm looking at someone that's so far away that I could lose it again."
You scoffed, if only to hide the crack in your voice, "You're famous, jetsetting everywhere with that stupid 'rap flow' or whatever, and doing things that the Zoey I know wouldn't even think of doing, like actually perform in front of so many people. I know you from before, but I don't know you now, and whatever this is will disappear the moment you take that plane back to Seoul."
"I could have you now.. and then what?"
..Maybe that was a bit too much for an infodump, you weren't used to pouring your heart out like some common sad girl with a shitty playlist. And especially after a make-out sesh is such poor taste.
"Nevermind, I--"
"I thought I was the only one who thought that."
"Huh?"
You felt her fingers drum on your sides as she structured her words in her head, "Like.. when I gave you that invite to meet up back in the green room, I didn't think you'd show up. And if you did, I kinda overthought it and convinced myself that you're just.. tolerating me. Maybe you found me annoying or exhausting to deal with the entire time, and you just didn't say anything--"
"You of all people know that I'd tell you if you were ever full of shit for any reason."
"I do! But I kept thinking that maybe things really did change and-- and maybe you wouldn't actually want to deal with me anymore. You're still the same person I knew from schoolβ"
"Gee, thanks for telling me I have no depth whatsoever."
"βbut so many years have passed that I don't know what things you like or don't like anymore, even though I tried so hard to keep it all in mind during school so that I could get everything right." She took in a breath of her own in an effort to steel herself before continuing, "I wanted to write a song about you because the moment I saw you in that crowd, I felt my heart in my throat like all the feelings I had back then jumped at me with a mix of wanting to get to know you all over again. It was gonna be about finding your love all over again--"
You couldn't help the scoffed-out laugh that escaped your lips, "That is the cheesiest way you could've put it."
"Yeah, well," she turned her head to the side, her cheek pressing onto the mattress before looking back up at you, though the serious atmosphere had alleviated a bit, "I can't put it any other way!! I didn't know how to write it so that's why I invited you to stay with us for the week! Because, like, maybe I'd get hit with an inspiration!!"
"Okay, nerd," you rolled your eyes humorously, "you can just say you want to spend time with me."
"Can't I do both???"
"Ehh, I guess you can." You smiled down at her, and your chest feels warm and light as you lean down to press a gentle kiss on Zoey's lips as your hands unclenched on Zoey's clothes to slowly wander down to the underside of it, "But if we're done with the emotional and verbal exchange straight out of 'Pining Atrocities Anonymous'βwhich I've personally concluded, effective immediatelyβI'd like to get re-aquainted with each other in a different way."
"Different? Like--" The younger woman's breath hitched, and her body arched lightly towards yours as she unintentionally ground herself on your thigh with a nervous-yet-thrilled laugh, "Oh. That way."
"Unless you don't want to?" You ask as your hands slowly withdraw.. only for one of her hands to grasp yours and put it back against her skin.
"Are you kidding? I know I'll be talking to you every day I can, but I won't be able to feel you for WEEKS, maybe even MONTHS." Though immediately after, her voice takes on a bashful tone, "But.. maybe gentle first?"
"Idiot."
"Take that ba-- ah, unfair!"
β
It's been two days since that day, and Zoey's never felt better.
HUNTR/X had their last concert in California yesterday, which had an awesome send-off for a final show of the state, and they boarded their private plane right after. The food spread? Absolutely immaculate, and so was their post-show ramyeon. But that's not actually why Zoey's been in a good mood nonstop.
After your very productive night relearning each other (and fixing up your hand's nail art because you both forgot about finishing and drying it), the two of you had agreed on trying out a long-distance relationship, one without any sort of pressure. The two of you had lives to live, after all, and a lot more to relearn about each other after years of not having the opportunity to stay connected.
It didn't take Mira any time at all to realise what happened the day after, and she had this insanely smug yet proud look on her face when she saw you two leave Zoey's room together (which did turn into a protective scowl when she looked at you, though all was fine after a brief interrogation). Rumi took slightly longer and cues from Mira, though eventually she got it with a resounding "ooooohβ¦", followed by what could have been a surprised exclamation, if it weren't for Mira cutting her off. All in all, the both of them were supportive! That did mean getting teased constantly by both of her unnies whenever she drew her phone out to text you.
Just like this moment actually.
(Needless to say, Zoey definitely had an idea on how to write out her lyrics.)
The fact I want bangs... not because they're cute, nope! It's because I can't draw hair without bangs. When I draw myself, I draw bangs, and I want said bangs because I feel like a fake and a fraud since I don't actually have them. Mmm I don't know if this is imposter syndrome... but it feels really close to it !!
You know... During Huntr/x's rehearsal of their 'Golden' debut, you can see Bobby mirroring Rumi's dance moves.
Of course he spends time with them predominantly because his job demands him to, but it's heart warming to think about how he's not just there. He's invested in them as humans, he's present, which is something that all of the girls definitely benefit from, given their emotionally unstable childhoods.
Rumi was a solo idol for some time (if what I was told is canon) and she has the most experience out of the girls, yet Bobby chooses to copy her. I wonder why that is.
Maybe, despite Rumi's experience, she fumbles with her choreography due to stress and he dances to keep her on track.
Or perhaps his love for dancing gets him, and that's it.
Either way, it's part of him showing genuine interest in them, and that's really cute.
A/N: I'll post actual writing later, I just like messing around with HCs and such.
"Fall into the dreamland, sky begins to bloom... Welcome to Elysium~"
G!N reader x Huntr/x
Summary: Polytr/x cuddling and physical touch head-canons.
Warnings: None, fluff
A/N: A certain somebody sparked my interest in KPDH... You know EXACTLY who you are. Kudos to you for giving me three different hyperfixations in such a short timeframe.
Cuddling with polytr/x is something akin to a puppy dogpile. Mira's sleeping like a normal person on the actual mattress, Rumi is probably lying over Mira's lap and under you, meanwhile Zoey is genuinely just a starfish on the top layer.
The girls would most likely drool in their sleep. It's best to keep a handkerchief on you 24/7.
Rumi may also hug you, Mira would be sidled up next to you guys, and Zoey would cling onto one of your random limbs.
You all like being warm in each other's presence.
Rumi is a healthy balance, she enjoys being physical during times she deems private and intimate. Her favorites are most likely hand holding and long hugs where she can melt into you and really relax. In public Rumi's more hesitant to play into this since she's not used to being extremely vulnerable, period. Especially not about her lovers to fans! Like Mira, she wants to keep her personal life PERSONAL with her partners.
Mira doesn't initiate physical contact as often since it may be trepidation, or she simply doesn't feel a particularly strong urge to be touching other people. Mira welcomes it if you want to start and hold her hand, hug her, or kiss her (in private, that is). In public, she's most comfortable with you merely being in her space or brushing up against her shoulder because it makes her feel more comfortable when overwhelmed. This isn't the case with Zoey.
Zoey loves everything. She's always willing to indulge in friendly gestures. She'll be the first to do something mundane like lace your fingers together, bump shoulders, and hang off of you like a koala. Zoey might shy away from things like kissing while you're out and about though, for fear of extreme backlash. This is partly due to her people pleasing tendencies, unlike Rumi and Mira's desire to keep that stuff quiet for entirely personal reasons.
All the girls are out and proud, these are the people they love. They've all sacrificed personal happiness before to accommodate what made other people comfortable instead of themselves. They're ending that, starting with you. Why would they hide someone that makes them so happy?
From time to time they need to gently remind fans that just because they're open about the fact they're dating people, it doesn't mean strangers are entitled to what goes on behind closed doors.
"Fall into the dreamland, sky begins to bloom... Welcome to Elysium~"
G!N reader x Huntr/x
Summary: Polytr/x cuddling and physical touch head-canons.
Warnings: None, fluff
A/N: A certain somebody sparked my interest in KPDH... You know EXACTLY who you are. Kudos to you for giving me three different hyperfixations in such a short timeframe.
Cuddling with polytr/x is something akin to a puppy dogpile. Mira's sleeping like a normal person on the actual mattress, Rumi is probably lying over Mira's lap and under you, meanwhile Zoey is genuinely just a starfish on the top layer.
The girls would most likely drool in their sleep. It's best to keep a handkerchief on you 24/7.
Rumi may also hug you, Mira would be sidled up next to you guys, and Zoey would cling onto one of your random limbs.
You all like being warm in each other's presence.
Rumi is a healthy balance, she enjoys being physical during times she deems private and intimate. Her favorites are most likely hand holding and long hugs where she can melt into you and really relax. In public Rumi's more hesitant to play into this since she's not used to being extremely vulnerable, period. Especially not about her lovers to fans! Like Mira, she wants to keep her personal life PERSONAL with her partners.
Mira doesn't initiate physical contact as often since it may be trepidation, or she simply doesn't feel a particularly strong urge to be touching other people. Mira welcomes it if you want to start and hold her hand, hug her, or kiss her (in private, that is). In public, she's most comfortable with you merely being in her space or brushing up against her shoulder because it makes her feel more comfortable when overwhelmed. This isn't the case with Zoey.
Zoey loves everything. She's always willing to indulge in friendly gestures. She'll be the first to do something mundane like lace your fingers together, bump shoulders, and hang off of you like a koala. Zoey might shy away from things like kissing while you're out and about though, for fear of extreme backlash. This is partly due to her people pleasing tendencies, unlike Rumi and Mira's desire to keep that stuff quiet for entirely personal reasons.
All the girls are out and proud, these are the people they love. They've all sacrificed personal happiness before to accommodate what made other people comfortable instead of themselves. They're ending that, starting with you. Why would they hide someone that makes them so happy?
From time to time they need to gently remind fans that just because they're open about the fact they're dating people, it doesn't mean strangers are entitled to what goes on behind closed doors.
K-pop Demon Hunters is such a good movie, it's probably the deepest and most symbolic children's movie I've seen in a long time.
It's more than just a movie about going on an adventure and everything is black and white, and evil people having redemption arcs. There's shades of gray that make almost every character likable or at least understandable.
KPDH uses so much show, don't tell, which is an essential part to movie-making.
We know the marks are a physical manifestation of shame since Jinu confirmed it. Rumi is designed to be a character that people are able to project themselves onto, that's part of why the movie is so powerful.
I think Rumi's shame centers itself around being half-demon, which is why her patterns got bigger as she grew older. They implicitly grew exponentially larger during her adolescence (from just shoulders to arms and torso), which is when people seem (I don't have stats) to develop, become most aware of, and identify their insecurities.
Rumi's demonic half could be perceived differently depending on who you are and the things you feel shame towards. This could be sexuality, personality, or mental health diagnoses even.
For show don't tell, we can bring in side characters.
Celine: I don't doubt that Celine cares for Rumi, but she does it conditionally. She represents the complexity of family who care about you but cannot accept the person you truly are.
Zoey and Mira demonstrate breaking down deep-rooted biases when they're faced with choosing between supporting an ideology at the sacrifice of family, or, pushing away their prejudices when reminded that Rumi is a kind-hearted person who they have loved for so long.
Jinu was a representation of unconditional acceptance from the start. His acceptance of her aided Rumi in accepting herself, and receiving the support of Zoey and Mira. This also taught her who was no longer safe for her to interact with (Celine) for the sake of her own mental health. [Though, arguably, Jinu wasn't that great of an influence at first, given that he was initially intending to manipulate her. He could be interpreted as people who will prey upon those who have no one else to turn to.]
When Rumi pushes back against Celine's hate with the help of all her friends and she learns to accept herself as she is, that shame lessens, but it doesn't immediately go away completely (like any insecurity), which is why her marks are faded but still visible.
Cuddling her in the grass, she's half asleep but she wants to stay awake with you. You know how much she works, so you just pet her horns. It's not long before that tuckers her out and she falls asleep leaning into your side. You just cuddle her until it starts to get late and you have to head back to Liyue.
βDid I tell you that I miss you..?β (EiMiko x Kirin!GN!Reader fluff)
Summary: Miko (lovingly) pranks Ei by making her food spicier than the sun once Raiden decides to leave the plane of Euthymia for the first time in 500 years.
A/N: Seriously, what kind of wife locks herself in her room and lets the literal shell of her past self rule over an entire nation with an iron grip for five HUNDRED years? All while not letting her wives visit her! The absolute nerve on this woman..
Word count: 950~
Warnings: None
βEi, darling, try this, itβs new,β Yae Miko holds up a pastry to the goddessβ lips. Currently, the three of you are picnicking under the Great Sakura. Youβre draped over Eiβs back, half asleep, simply happy that sheβs come to her senses and youβre not speaking to an automation anymore. Youβre mindful to avoid hitting her in the head with your antlers. Only you and Ei are truly able to discern the relief in Mikoβs eyes as she stares at the purple-haired woman. The kitsune may be a bit more nonchalant about the archonβs return than you, but you know more than anyone how badly Miko had missed her.
Ei obliges, biting into the dessert, it takes a moment for her to register the flavors bursting in her mouth before she nods her head in approval, βThis is quite lovely.β She sounds pleased. Mikoβs been having Ei sample lots of newly invented sweets since her return, to occupy her attention, if nothing else.Β
βWhatβs that new drink you like?β You decide to chime in, playing with the goddessβs braid. βDango milk, yes?β Ei makes a small sound of agreement while chewing on yet another treat. That one was from Mondstadt, βTea Break Pancakeβ if youβre recalling correctly. What a playful name. The moment Ei turns away from the food laid out, Miko sprinkles some sort of powder onto a mooncake. Catching your eye, the pink-haired kitsune just winks at your curious expression.
βEi, these are quite good, theyβve started to add cute designs, see?β Miko holds it up. The mooncake has elaborate designs swirling across the top of it, distracting from the faint dark red peppering its surface, making it look deliberate.
βHm, what a great work of craftsmanship, these are beautiful,β Ei agrees. She lets Miko feed her a bite, βDelicious,β She mumbles. You lean over and wipe some crumbs away from the corner of her mouth. Dear, this woman was insatiable when it came to desserts, and she was using a puppet as a body! Where was the food even going?!
βSo messy,β You chuckle fondly, shaking your head. She shoots you a quick frown before nibbling at the mooncake again. Mikoβs watching both of you, mainly trying to gauge the taller womanβs expression.Β
βWould you like a bite, my love?β She offers the remaining half of the mooncake to you with a teasing grin.Β
You pretend to ponder the question, βI donβt think I would.β You wrinkle your nose at her distastefully. The other youkai giggles at you and shrugs, letting Ei finish it off. She has about thirty seconds of bliss until her face turns red and she inhales sharply. That was suspiciously spicy, and now sheβs starting to feel it.
βMiko.β
βHm?β
β...What did you do to that mooncake?β The Archon asks in an even tone. Mikoβs ears just twitch, and she grins.
βWhatever could you mean?β The kitsune replies innocently, batting her eyelashes. βMe? Do something to your prized treats? No~ Wherever would you get that idea?β
Ei glares daggers at her, βBecause my mouth is burning, and Iβm certain it was you.β
The guuji pouts, βWhy is it my fault? How about our darling over there, hm?β She points at you.
βExcuse me?!β You sit up, staring at her incredulously. You allowed her to tamper with Raidenβs treat without saying anything, and she has the gall to pin it on you. βI have half a mind to stomp on you with my hooves, Miko.βΒ
βHmph, so violent!β She whined at you. Ei looks around, picking up a flask of dango milk and taking a swig, her cheeks are flushed, andβ¦
βAre your eyes watering?β You inquire, wiping the corner of the goddessβs eye.
She nods, taking another sip. βWhat was that?β She demands of the kitsune.
βNothing, nothing,β Miko raises her hands in surrender, though seeing the expression on Eiβs face makes her slouch briefly. βFine.. Itβs not anything special, just a specialty spice from Liyue, thatβs all! Jueyen pepper,β She says. Eiβs face morphs into one of shock, then irritation.Β
βMiko-β Ei grumbles. She gently removes you from her back, and you momentarily whine at your loss of a resting post, but then Ei lunges at the kitsune, tackling her into the grass. Miko yelps and turns into a fox; her panicked cackling could probably be heard by everyone at the shrine, honestly. She nibbles at Raidenβs fingers and squirms around. Youβre just left to watch, dumbfounded.
βEi! Let the poor thing go- Sheβs floundering like a fish out of water!β You plead. The archon doesnβt let up, though, so you decide to join the fray, wrapping your arms around the purple-haired woman to join the pile. Miko poofs back into her human form and lies on her back, laughing uncontrollably. Ei gently swats her and huffs, and you lie over both of their legs.Β
βIβve missed this dearly,β Ei admits after a few minutes of comfortable silence. She uses one hand to brush over your back adoringly, the other hand twines with Mikoβs.Β
βDonβt go disappearing again, and you wonβt have to miss anything at all,β You reply lightly, still trying to catch your breath. That earns you a nod of acknowledgment and the guujiβs hand in your hair. The sun is warm, and youβre with your two favorite people in all of Teyvat, laughing in the grass, enjoying each otherβs company, and you couldnβt be happier.
I want to kiss Ganyu silly, honestly. Put on some lipstick and then sneak up behind her and when she turns around to face you, onslaught of kisses get peppered all over her face. Her lips, her eyebrows, forehead, cheeks, jaw, neck. She'll be blushing and stammering about how you can't do that in public. Now you've just got to help in the silly after-math of her trying to wipe all your markings off her face afterwards- She has a meeting with the Qixing in five minutes, for Morax's sake-!
Summary: Character dynamics with the reader and their S/O needing to be reminded they don't have total control.
Warnings: Choking, no NSFW
A/N: I haven't watched anything about Amphoreus or read anything about it so I didn't add characters because I don't want to misjudge them, apologies.
See, grabbing someone's throat, collar, tie, to force attention is one thing. Look up at me, hear me, I'm in the position of power, kind of thing. I love it. You don't need a superiority complex-It's just the height difference is such a power trip. For me it'd be more intimate compared to sensual though, however I know many would prefer the latter. Sometimes the yanking is more playful and not attached to anything flirtatious or suggestive, though !
Taller reader would grab: Jean, Lisa, Keqing, Ganyu, Shenhe (maybe), Candace, Navia, Chlorinde, Furina, Citlali. March 7th, Himeko, Kafka, Silver Wolf, Seele, Bronya, Yukong, Black Swan, Sparkle, Robin, Firefly
BUT
I'm a little shorter than most people I know so yanking someone to look down at me is infinitely better. It's louder in my opinion, more demanding (audacious even). Look. At. Me. I may be smaller but I swear on Aphrodite's name you have nothing on me.
Shorter reader would grab: Lisa (again), Beidou, Ningguang, Yelan, Ei, Yae Miko, Dehya, Candace, Eimilie, Navia (again), Mavuika, Xilonen, Kafka (again), Serval, Cocolia (pre-Stellaron), Feixiao, Black Swan (again), Acheron
