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rafecameronssl4t · 8 months ago

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Can you please write one where Drew and reader are in a relationship and they have a big fight before an interview with the whole cast. When reader gets there she is really sad and she’s spacing out while fidgeting with her fingers and the others notice and she also skipped her meals and didn’t sleep well since he wasn’t next to her. Maddie Cline pulls her aside and talks to her to ask what’s wrong and she maybe tells her that she hasn’t eaten nor slept well and maybe Drew hears and is concerned. I just want some angst so if you want to write this PLEASE DO! <3

Behind the scenes || Drew Starkey x actress!reader

A/n: love love loveeee this idea tyy!!! keep them coming xx

Warnings: angst!!

Word count: 1,997

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The morning light barely peeked through the curtains of the hotel room as the tension from the night before lingered like an unshakable weight. You and Drew had argued—something rare but emotionally exhausting. His words replayed in your mind, harsh in the heat of the moment, and you couldn't help but feel your chest tighten with regret and sadness. He'd stormed out after saying he needed some space, leaving you alone with a hollow ache.

The fight had been about something trivial at first, but it spiralled into uncharted emotional territory—questions of priorities, insecurities, and your relationship's strength. Drew's absence from the bed that night only made things worse, and you barely slept, staring at the ceiling as anxiety gnawed at you.

Morning came all too soon, and the looming cast interview offered no reprieve. You avoided breakfast, your appetite nonexistent as you focused on pulling yourself together for the day. But no amount of makeup could hide the dark circles under your eyes, and your usual spark felt dimmed as you arrived at the studio.

Arriving at the studio, you took a deep breath and stepped inside, your heart heavy and your mind scattered. Maddie spotted you immediately, her face lighting up with a radiant smile. Her enthusiasm was unrelenting as she crossed the room, her arms wide open. “Oh, there you are!” she exclaimed, wrapping you in a warm hug. Her energy was infectious, but you felt yourself faltering as you tried to match her cheerfulness.

“I’m so glad you’re here! The other girls haven’t arrived yet.” You forced a smile, nodding as if to reassure her—and maybe yourself. “Yeah, glad to be here,” you said, your voice softer than usual. Maddie chuckled, looping her arm through yours. “Come on, I brought muffins. Figured we could snack while getting touch-ups,” she said, leading you toward the hair and makeup station.

You followed her, your heart sinking slightly when you caught sight of Drew in the reflection of the mirror. He was across the room with Chase and Austin, laughing softly at something they said. He hadn’t even glanced your way yet, and it stung more than you wanted to admit. Maddie broke you out of your thoughts, nudging you with a muffin in hand. “Want one? They’re fresh—blueberry, your favourite!” You hesitated, glancing at the pastry before offering a polite smile.

“No, thanks. I already ate on my way here,” you lied, hoping she wouldn’t push further. Maddie nodded, accepting your answer without question. “Suit yourself,” she chirped, taking a bite as the stylists began fussing over your hair and makeup. Your eyes wandered back to the mirror, catching another glimpse of Drew. He looked so at ease, as if the fight hadn’t affected him the way it had you.

The longing for some kind of acknowledgment, a sign that he felt as torn as you did, was overwhelming. But instead of confronting those emotions, you turned your attention to Maddie, who was now scrolling through her phone, chatting animatedly with the stylist. You tried to focus on her words, but everything felt distant, your mind weighed down by the unresolved tension between you and Drew. The room buzzed with activity, yet you felt isolated, your usual spark dimmed to a faint flicker.

The interview began with its usual lighthearted energy. The host dove into questions about the upcoming season, sparking animated responses from your castmates. Chase cracked jokes that had everyone laughing, while Austin shared a funny behind-the-scenes story that even made the crew chuckle. Madelyn chimed in with her signature enthusiasm, lighting up the room with her vibrant energy.

But you sat quietly, your faint smile barely masking the storm swirling within. The tightness in your chest only grew with every passing moment, your focus slipping further away from the lively discussion. When a laugh rippled through the room, you managed a soft chuckle out of habit, but it lacked conviction. Your hands betrayed your inner turmoil.

They fidgeted endlessly in your lap, fingers twisting your rings, picking at your nails, and smoothing invisible wrinkles in your outfit. The subtle, restless movements didn’t go unnoticed. Madelyn’s eyes darted to your trembling hands, then to your face, where she saw the strain you were trying so hard to conceal. When the cameras cut for a break, she leaned closer, her tone soft but edged with worry.

“Are you okay?” she whispered, her eyes searching yours. You nodded quickly, forcing a weak smile that didn’t reach your eyes. “Just tired,” you murmured, your voice low and unsteady. Madelyn didn’t look convinced, her brow furrowing further as she studied you. But she chose not to press the issue, giving you a reassuring pat on the arm instead. As the cameras rolled again, you tried to centre yourself, to focus on the questions and the easy camaraderie around you.

But your mind wandered. The fight with Drew replayed in fragmented flashes, every word, every sharp look, haunting you. You felt the weight of his absence, the space he used to fill beside you now a gaping void. It wasn’t until the host directed a question at you that you were jolted back into the present. “So, what was your favourite scene to film this season?” There was a beat of silence, then another, as you struggled to process the words.

Your castmates exchanged subtle glances, the pause growing more noticeable by the second. “Obviously all the scenes with me,” Madelyn interjected smoothly, her voice light and playful as she leaned forward to cover for you. The room relaxed, a ripple of laughter breaking the tension, but you felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment. It was then that Drew’s head snapped toward you, his casual demeanour faltering.

His brow creased as he studied you, his eyes narrowing at the pale tone of your skin and the exhaustion etched into your features. His gaze flicked to your hands, noting the nervous tremor and how you played with the ring on your finger. His jaw tightened, and guilt churned in his chest. The easy laughter that had come so naturally to him earlier now felt misplaced, almost cruel. How had he missed it before—the signs that something was wrong, that you weren't okay?

Drew couldn’t stop himself from watching you for the rest of the segment, the concern etched into his features growing more evident with every passing second. His own words from the fight echoed in his mind, and the regret settled in his chest like a stone. He’d been too caught up in his frustration to notice how deeply it had affected you. And now, as he saw the toll it had taken, all he wanted was to fix it.

"Okay, we have a 10 minute break," The producer says as you're the first to get out of your seat as the others watch with slight confusion, already undoing your mic. "Y/n!" Maddie calls out as you walk towards your hair and makeup chair. You look at yourself in the mirror, letting out a shaky breathe you touch up your makeup.

Maddie stands behind you, her hands on your shoulder as she studies you. “Alright,” she began, her tone both soft and firm, “spill it. What’s going on? You’ve been acting strange, I know you're not just tired. Talk to me," You hesitated, the weight of her care making the knot in your throat tighten further. Your hands wrung together nervously, fingers fidgeting with your rings as you tried to find the words.

“I…” You paused, your voice trembling. You gaze looks up as you catch a glimpse of Drew. Maddie notices, turning her head to where you were looking. The overwhelming emotions finally bubbled to the surface, your eyes misting with unshed tears. “Drew and I had a fight last night.” Her brows furrowed, but she stayed silent, giving you space to continue.

“It was bad,” you admitted, your gaze dropping to the floor as a tear slipped down your cheek. “He… he left, Maddie. And I couldn’t sleep. I’ve barely eaten. I just—” Your voice broke, and you inhaled shakily, struggling to keep yourself composed. Madelyn’s eyes softened with understanding, and without hesitation, she pulled you into a warm embrace.

Her arms wrapped securely around you as she whispered gently, “Oh, babe… I’m so sorry.” She pulled back just enough to meet your watery gaze. “Whatever happened, I know you two will work it out. You’re good together. But you’ve got to take care of yourself, okay? Skipping meals, losing sleep—it’s not going to help.” Her words struck a chord, grounding you for a moment, but before you could respond, a subtle shift in the air caught Madelyn’s attention.

She glanced over her shoulder and froze briefly, her expression flickering with a mix of surprise and hesitation. Unbeknownst to you, Drew had wandered in. “Hey.” Drew’s voice was low and tentative, cutting through the noise of the studio. Maddie gives your shoulders a light squeeze, giving you an encouraging smile as she leaves the two of you. You glanced up at Drew through the reflection of the mirror in front of you, his presence catching you off guard.

His features were etched with raw concern, and his blue eyes held an apology that words hadn’t yet expressed. “Can we talk? Please?” he asked, his voice laced with vulnerability. You hesitated for only a moment before nodding, unable to resist the weight of emotion in his gaze. You nodded, and Drew quietly pulled a chair close to yours. As he sat down beside you, he extended a hand toward you. Though your fingers trembled slightly, you placed yours in his, the contact sparking an immediate sense of familiarity.

Yet, there was a fragility to it, as if he was holding on to something he feared might slip away. He brought your hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss on your knuckles. The gesture was tender, full of unspoken remorse, and it made you briefly close your eyes against the wave of emotion crashing over you. “I’m sorry,” he began, his voice cracking slightly. The sincerity in his tone tugged at your heart, making your chest tighten. “I shouldn’t have left last night. I shouldn’t have said those things. I was frustrated—but that doesn’t excuse it. You didn’t deserve that.”

You blinked rapidly as tears welled in your eyes, threatening to spill. “It wasn’t just you,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “I said things too. I just… I hated the way we left things. It felt so wrong.” The guilt in his expression deepened, and he reached up, his thumb brushing away a tear that escaped and trailed down your cheek.His touch was warm, tender, and familiar, and it made your heart ache with longing and relief all at once.

“I hated it too,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it—or about you. And then hearing Maddie say that you didn’t sleep or eat…” He trailed off, shaking his head in frustration with himself. “You’re too important to me. I can’t stand the thought of you feeling like this because of me.” You inhaled shakily, his words chipping away at the tension that had been building in your chest since the night before. “I don’t want us to fall apart either,” you said softly, your voice trembling but earnest.

You stand up, moving towards him as he moves the chair back to let Without thinking, you stood and moved toward him. Drew instinctively pushed his chair back slightly, giving you room to settle in his lap. You wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his shoulder, while his arms encircled your waist protectively. He pressed you close, his hand resting against the small of your back as his thumb rubbed soothing circles on your waist. “We’ll be okay,” he murmured into your hair, his voice steady despite the emotion behind it. “I promise.”

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buldakcorn · 3 months ago

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Body Rhythm

LOONA/LOOSSEMBLE Yeojin x Male Reader

Genre : Blowjob, Anal-fingering, Minor size kink, Standing doggy, Carry-fucking, Mirror sex, Degradation

4721 words

You accompanied Yeojin to a dance studio she rented, the faint smell of freshly waxed floors filled the air. The walls were adorned with mirrors, creating an illusion of infinite space, and the rhythmic thump of bass echoed from the sound system.

Yeojin led the way to the center of the room, her hips swaying gently to the music that played softly in the background. She pointed to a chair that had been strategically placed under a single spotlight.

"Could you sit here, oppa?" she asked, her voice a mix of excitement and nerves.

"I want to show you something I've been practicing." You nodded, setting down the camera and lighting equipment you had brought to help her record her dance routine.

She looked at you with a mischievous smile, then turned to the stereo and cranked up the volume. The seductive beat of a slow jam filled the room as she took a deep breath, her eyes flickering with determination.

You couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation in your stomach as she began to move closer, her body gliding to the music with a confidence that was both surprising and alluring. The dance she had learned was indeed a lap dance, and the intimate setting made your heart race as she prepared to perform it for you.

As the music grew heavier, Yeojin began to circle you with a feline grace, her movements fluid and deliberate.

With a playful smirk, she straddled your lap, the warmth of her body sending a jolt of electricity through your veins. Her hands gripped your neck firmly yet gently, her fingers playing with your hair as she leaned in closer. You could feel the heat from her breath mingling with yours as she started to grind her hips against yours in time with the beat, the friction of her shorts against your growing arousal making it difficult to maintain eye contact.

The smile that played on her lips widened as she noticed your nervousness, a spark of excitement lighting up her eyes. The atmosphere grew thick with desire, the dance studio seemingly shrinking around you as she took control of the space, leaving you captivated by her seductive performance.

Her movements grew bolder, her hands sliding down to your shoulders and then back up, tracing the line of your arms as she leaned back, giving you a tantalizing view of her midriff. Yeojin's hips rolled in a mesmerizing rhythm, each rotation bringing her closer to you before retreating again, leaving you longing for more. Her legs, wrapped tightly around your waist, began to tremble slightly as the intensity of her dance built. Her breathing grew heavier, matching the tempo of the music that enveloped the two of you in a sensual embrace.

Finally, with a dramatic pause, she pulled away, standing up and striking a pose that highlighted every curve of her body. The music faded out, leaving only the sound of your own breathing and the rapid thump of your heart. She looked down at you, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction at the effect she had on you.

"How was it, oppa?" she asked, her voice a sultry purr. "Do you think I've got the moves?" The question hung in the air, thick with anticipation as she awaited your response, her body still vibrating with the energy of her performance.

You swallowed hard, trying to find the right words amidst the whirlwind of emotions her dance had stirred within you. "It was... it was amazing, Yeojin," you finally managed to croak out, your voice thick with desire.

"You've definitely got the moves," you added, your eyes lingering on the sultry look she wore so naturally. Her smile grew even wider, a hint of triumph in her eyes as she stepped away from the chair, giving you a moment to compose yourself.

"How about my body, oppa? I've been working hard at the gym."

Yeojin stepped closer to you, her hands tracing the outline of your jaw before tilting your head back. "I want to hear it," she murmured, her voice a siren's call that sent your pulse racing. "Tell me what you think of my body."

You couldn't resist the urge to reach out and touch her, your hands sliding over her hips as you met her gaze. "Your body," you said, your voice low and filled with admiration, "it's... it's incredible."

Her short booty shorts and risen white t-shirt accentuated her slender yet curvy and small frame, revealing the toned muscles and supple flesh she had worked so hard to achieve.

The way her shirt clung to her, exposing her midriff, was nothing short of tantalizing, making you want to trace the line of her waist with your fingertips. Yeojin's legs, long and lean from hours of dance practice, extended from the shorts, leading up to her firm, round bottom that had been the star of her seductive routine.

The way the fabric of her shorts hugged her curves left very little to the imagination, and the sight of her glistening with the light sheen of sweat from her exertion only made your desire for her grow stronger. You couldn't help but let out a soft groan as she leaned in closer, her breath hot against your ear.

"You like?" she whispered, a playful edge to her voice.

"Can you read out what's written on my t-shirt, oppa?"

With a mischievous twirl, Yeojin pulled down just a little the hem of her shirt, revealing the cheeky message scrawled across her shirt in bold, black letters: 'I ❤️ to make boys cry'. She giggled at your reaction, the sound as intoxicating as the scent of her sweet perfume that filled the space between you.

"That's what I want to do you, oppa. Right here, right now. And it seems like you've been wanting this too."

Yeojin's hand slipped down from your chest, and before you could react, she cupped your growing bulge through your pants. You gasped at the sudden contact, your body tensing involuntarily. The warmth of her palm and the firmness of her grip sent shockwaves through your core, leaving you momentarily speechless. Her eyes gleamed with a playful mischief as she squeezed gently, feeling the evidence of your arousal.

"Are.... are you sure about this, Yeojin? Someone might see us here."

Ignoring your concerns, Yeojin's smile grew more daring as she leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear.

"Let's make it our little secret, oppa," she whispered, her voice a seductive promise that sent a thrill down your spine. Her hand began to massage you more firmly, her fingers tracing the contours of your erection as she squats down on the floor, her cheeks can be seen slipping through her shorts from the mirrored walls.

"You're so big and taller than this cute little Yeojinnie. Hopefully, something else is big."

With a flick of her wrist, she unbuttoned your pants and slid them down, freeing your straining cock. She stared at it with hungry eyes before leaning in, her warm breath teasing the sensitive tip as she took it into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it with a skill that left you gasping for air.

"Fuck, calm down Yeojin!"

Yeojin's eyes never left yours, the connection between you growing more intense with every stroke of her tongue. You watched as she took more of you in, her cheeks hollowing as she bobbed her head, the sight alone making you want to lose control. It was clear she knew exactly what she was doing, and she reveled in the power she had over you.

Was this the same sweet, innocent Yeojin you knew? Or was this a side of her you had never seen before, a side that was as passionate and wild as the dance she had just performed? Either way, you weren't about to stop her.

"Let's make some noise, oppa," her hands found the base of your cock, stroking in time with her eager sucks. Her eyes watered with the effort, but she never broke eye contact, her gaze locked onto yours with a fiery determination. Yeojin had promised to pleasure you until you cried out, and it seemed she was a woman of her word.

"If I knew you had a cock this big, I would've suck you earlier, oppa."

"I'm gonna drain you so bad, you're gonna walk home with nothing inside these balls."

Feeling your body tense up, Yeojin's pace grew quicker, her mouth moving up and down on your cock with increasing urgency. Her other hand slipped between her own legs, her fingers moving under the elastic of her shorts to pleasure herself as she watched you.

The sight of her playing with herself while she brought you closer to climax was almost too much to bear. Your hand reached down to caress her head, your fingers tangling in her hair as you guided her movements, the pleasure building within you like a storm about to break.

You could see that her face was flushed, her eyes half-closed in concentration, and her lips stretched around your shaft, creating a visual symphony of desire. The studio echoed with the wet sounds of her eager mouth and your stifled moans, each one growing louder despite your efforts to keep quiet.

"I'm so fucking close, Yeojin-ah."

Yeojin's grip tightened, her movements growing more frantic as she felt your body begin to shudder beneath her. She was relentless, her eyes gleaming with challenge as she pushed you closer and closer to the edge, eager to claim victory in this erotic dance of dominance and submission.

With a final, deep thrust, you couldn't hold back any longer. You bucked your hips, driving yourself into Yeojin's eager mouth as you reached your peak, the force of your climax causing your entire body to convulse. Yeojin took it all, her eyes watering as she swallowed every drop, her hand still stroking you gently until you were completely drained.

She sat back on her heels, her chest heaving from the effort, and licked her lips with a satisfied smile, looking up at you with a sense of accomplishment. You slumped in the chair, panting heavily, your heart racing as you stared at her, utterly speechless. The room was silent except for the sound of your breathing, the evidence of your passion still lingering in the air.

Yeojin stood up, her own desire clearly visible as she adjusted her shorts, and whispered, "Now, it's my turn, oppa. Use me how you like. Breed me like I'm nothing but your rag."

Yeojin spun around, presenting her back to you with a cheeky wiggle that had your eyes immediately zeroing in on the round, tempting curves of her ass. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and, with a seductive arch of her back, began to pull them down. The fabric slid down her thighs, revealing the smooth, creamy skin of her buttocks.

She reached back and grabbed each cheek, spreading them apart with a shamelessness that had your cock twitching back to life. Your gaze was drawn to the pink, puckered rosebud of her anus and the glistening wetness of her pussy, both begging for your attention.

The room grew hotter as she bent over slightly, her back arched and her hands still spreading herself open for you, revealing the intimate landscape of her desires. Yeojin looked at you over her shoulder, her eyes gleaming with lust and a hint of challenge.

"Come closer and keep bending down."

Yeojin complied, her hands placing themselves on the floor and her body bending down so that her ass was directly above your now fully erect cock. Her cheeks quivered with each deliberate twerking motion, creating a mesmerizing show that had your eyes glued to her.

She looked back at you with a mischievous smile, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she felt the warmth of your cock against her skin.

"Which one do you want to fill up first, oppa?" she asked, her voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down your spine.

Taking a deep breath, you took hold of Yeojin's hips with both hands, feeling the softness of her skin under your fingertips. She gasped as you lined up the tip of your cock with her wet pussy. You could see her bite her bottom lip in anticipation, her eyes never leaving yours as she nodded, giving you the silent go-ahead.

With a firm grip, you slammed her down onto your cock, the sound of her wetness enveloping you echoing through the studio. Yeojin's body jolted at the sudden intrusion, but she didn't pull away, instead pushing back into you with a needy whine.

"Fuck, I'm stretched out!"

You didn't hold back, pumping into her with a ferocity that matched the rhythm of the music still pulsing through the speakers. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through her body, her walls tightening around you as she moaned in delight. Her ass bounced back with every impact, the sight of her taking you so eagerly driving you wild.

"Fuck me hard, oppa," she begged, her voice breathless and needy. "Make me feel it deep inside."

"Bounce on it, Yeojin. Show me how much you want it."

With a smoldering look of determination, Yeojin began to bounce on your cock, her movements matching the beat of the music. Her ass jiggled with every bounce as she found her own rhythm. You watched in amazement as she took charge of the moment, her little body moving in a way that seemed almost inhumanly graceful. The sound of her wetness filled the studio, mixing with her breathless gasps and the slap of your bodies coming together.

With a wicked smirk, you leaned over and spat onto Yeojin's tight asshole, the saliva glistening in the soft light of the studio. She whimpered at the sudden coolness, her body tensing before she felt your finger press against the sensitive area. Slowly, you pushed it in, watching as the muscles of her anus clenched around the digit, her cheeks reddening with the mix of pleasure and slight discomfort. She let out a gasp as you began to move your finger in and out.

Her pussy tightened around your cock, her body responding instinctively to the dual penetration. Yeojin's eyes widened with each movement, her breath hitching as you started to pick up the pace, adding another level of sensation to her already overwhelming pleasure.

"Slap my ass, oppa. Teach this little whore a lesson."

Obediently, you brought your hand down in a firm slap against Yeojin's upturned ass, the sound echoing through the studio like a gunshot. She yelped, her body jolting at the impact, but she didn't slow down. Instead, she pushed back into you harder, her pussy clenching around your cock like a vice. You could see the imprint of your hand on her skin, the redness spreading like a brand.

You slapped her again, and again, each time the sound growing louder, the color on her ass growing darker. Her pleas for you to continue only grew more desperate, her voice hoarse from her moans. You couldn't resist the urge to give her what she wanted, to mark her as yours in this primal dance of lust. With each slap, Yeojin's hips bucked back at you, her movements becoming more erratic as she approached her own climax.

"Don't stop, oppa," she whimpered, her voice tight with need. "It feels so good."

Her ass was a fiery shade of red, a stark contrast to the paleness of her skin. Yet she didn't ask you to be gentle, she didn't flinch away. Instead, she met each slap with a grind, her body moving in a symphony of pleasure and pain that had your blood pounding in your ears. Yeojin's breaths grew ragged, her moans louder, as she neared the edge.

"Come sit down properly, you filthy bitch."

Yeojin released her hands from the floor, allowing you to pull her arms back and hold onto her firmly from behind. This new position had her entire body bouncing on your cock, her tits jiggling inside her shirt, her ass slapping against your thighs in a delicious rhythm.

"Is this what my Yeojinnie wants? To be fuck senselessly?"

She moaned louder now, the change in angle hitting all the right spots, sending her closer to the brink of ecstasy. Her pussy clenched around you even tighter, her body begging for release as she moved in sync with you.

"Yes! Fuck me like you own me! I'm just a hole for you to fuck! Give me all of your juicy big dick!"

The feeling was indescribable, and the sight of her like this, so open and wanton, had you on the edge of your sanity. You could feel her inner walls fluttering, signaling that she was close. With one hand still wrapped around her hip, you reached around with the other, finding her clit and giving it a firm pinch.

"R-right there! Yeojinnie is cumming!"

Yeojin's eyes rolled back, her body convulsing as she screamed out her orgasm, her pussy contracting around you like a velvet vice. The sight of her coming undone was too much for you to handle, and with a roar, you emptied yourself into her, filling her to the brim with your hot seed. The intensity of the moment washed over the two of you, leaving you both gasping for air as your bodies finally stilled, your connection broken only by the slowing of your ragged breaths.

"I'm not done with you yet."

Standing up with a firm grip on Yeojin's hips, you positioned her in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, her back to you. Her legs wobbled slightly as she tried to find her balance, her chest heaving from the intense climax that had just ripped through her body.

You could see the desperation in her eyes as she stared at your reflection in the mirror, begging for more.

With a feral growl, you bent her over at the waist, her hands bracing against the cold, hard surface. The angle was perfect, her pussy still wet and gaping from the previous round. You aligned your cock with her dripping entrance and, without a second thought, slammed into her from behind.

Her scream was muffled by the mirror as she watched herself being taken, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and pleasure. Your hands roamed her body, pulling up her shirt and bra, squeezing her breasts and leaving bruising marks on her hips as you thrust in and out of her with a renewed vigor.

Yeojin's moans grew louder with each pump, her body moving in time with yours as if the two of you were one entity. The mirror reflected the passionate scene, the image of your bodies joined together in a primal dance of lust. You could see the marks on her ass from your slaps, the redness a stark contrast to her pale skin.

"Take it, slut," you grunted, pushing deeper into her. "You love it, don't you?"

Her only response was a whine of pleasure as she pushed back into you, her pussy swallowing you whole. The sight of her taking your cock so eagerly was more than you could handle, and your own orgasm was building again, a pressure building in your balls that threatened to consume you. Yeojin's eyes never left the mirror, watching as you claimed her again and again, her body trembling with each powerful stroke.

You tightened your grip slightly around Yeojin's neck, not enough to cause pain, but just enough to make her gasp and arch her back, pushing her breasts out even further.

"Look at yourself, Yeojin," you growled in her ear, your voice low and possessive. "So fucking dirty, taking it like a whore."

Her eyes met yours in the mirror, the fire in them igniting at the harsh words. The reflection showed her flushed cheeks and the desperate hunger in her gaze, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.

"Am I?" she panted, her voice a challenge. "Is this what you want, oppa? For me to be your little slut?"

"Yes," you hissed, your thrusts growing more erratic. "This is what you're made for."

Her eyes grew darker, and she pushed back into you, her pussy clenching around your cock.

"Fuck me, then," she whispered. "Fuck me like I'm your dirty little whore."

The words sent a jolt of electricity through you, and you increased your pace, watching as your reflection in the mirror showed your hand wrapped around her neck, controlling her every move. Yeojin's eyes rolled back in her head, her moans growing louder as you both approached the edge of ecstasy once more.

"Cum for me, Yeojin," you ordered, your grip tightening just a bit more. "Cum like the filthy slut you are."

With a scream that was half pleasure, half submission, she did as you commanded, her body shaking with the force of her second climax as you continued to pound into her. The sound of your skin slapping against hers filled the room, echoing off the mirrored walls, a symphony of desire and dominance.

"Take my cum, greedy bitch!"

Yeojin's eyes widened in the mirror as she felt you pulse deep inside her, your seed filling her up once more. Her legs quivered and she bit her bottom lip to hold back another scream, her orgasm milking every last drop from you. Her pussy clenched around you, eager to keep you inside, but eventually you pulled out, your cock glistening with the evidence of her pleasure. She straightened up, panting heavily, her body still humming with the aftershocks of the intense experience.

Turning to face you, Yeojin's cheeks were flushed a deep shade of pink, and her eyes sparkled with a mix of satisfaction and hunger for more. She stepped closer, pressing her body against yours, her hands reaching up to tug at your shirt. "You're not done with me, are you, oppa?" she whispered, her voice a siren's call that you couldn't resist.

"Not a chance."

Your mouth claimed hers in a deep, possessive kiss, her arms wrapping around your neck as she melted into your embrace. The kiss grew more intense, your hands roaming her body, reacquainting themselves with every curve and contour. Yeojin's nails dug into your shoulders, her breath hitching as she felt your cock, now semi-hard, pressing against her stomach.

Without breaking the kiss, you hoisted Yeojin onto your waist, feeling her legs instinctively wrap around you. She locked her ankles together at the base of your spine, her thighs tightening as you supported her weight. The feel of her wetness against your abdomen was maddening, and you knew you couldn't resist much longer.

With one swift motion, you aligned your cock with her pussy and pushed back inside, her slickness making it easier than ever. Yeojin gasped into your mouth, her nails digging into your skin as you began to place her back on the mirrored wall, your movements now a slow, sensual grind against her. The feeling of her tight, warm channel surrounding you once more was intoxicating, and you couldn't help but moan against her lips.

"Fuck yes, give it to me, oppa!"

The stark contrast between your towering frame and her delicate, compact body was a visual feast that fueled your desire even more. With every slow, deliberate thrust, you felt like a conqueror claiming his prize, her tight pussy enveloping your cock like it was made just for you. Each time you pushed into her, she'd let out a soft moan, her body seemingly molding around your length as if she were a living sex doll, created solely for your pleasure.

Her breasts bounced with each collision of your hips against hers, her nipples hard and begging for attention. The sight of her, so small and vulnerable against your towering presence, was a turn-on that was impossible to ignore, making you want to go even deeper, to claim every inch of her as your own.

"Fuck me, fuck me, hnghh, fuck me!"

Yeojin's moans grew hoarse as she struggled to find her voice with every harsh bounce of her body against the cold, hard surface. Her sweat created a mesmerizing pattern on the glass, her ass cheeks slapping against it with a sound that was music to your ears. The sight of her tight, wet pussy clinging to your cock was almost too much to handle, and you felt your orgasm building once again.

"You're mine, Yeojin, my little whore," you murmur against her neck, feeling her shiver at the dirty words. "Cum with me. Give me your sweet release."

Her eyes glaze over with pleasure as she nods, her pussy contracting around you, eager to obey. "Yes, oppa, I'm yours," she whimpers. "Fill me up with your seed."

Your pace quickens, your hips snapping into a punishing rhythm that has Yeojin's body sliding up and down the mirror, her legs trembling with the effort to keep herself in place. "Look at us," you whisper, your voice hoarse with desire. "Look how perfectly we fit together."

"I'm going to cum," she gasps. "I'm going to cum all over oppa's big fucking cock."

The words push you over the edge, and with a final squeal, you bury yourself deep inside her, your cock pulsing as you fill her once again. Yeojin's orgasm hits her like a tidal wave, her nails scratching down your back as her body convulses with pleasure. Her juices dripping onto the floor and along your legs. The feeling of her pussy spasming around you sends you spiraling into your own climax, the intensity of the moment making stars dance in your vision.

Breathless and spent, you hold onto her, feeling the aftershocks of your shared pleasure echo through both of your bodies. The room is filled with the scent of sex and sweat, the mirror fogging up from the heat of your passion. You kiss her deeply, tasting the salt of her sweat and the sweetness of her mouth as the music plays on in the background.

The intensity of the moment had you both trembling, and you slowly lowered her to the floor, your legs giving out from the exertion. Yeojin's body melted into yours, her arms still wrapped around your neck as you kissed her deeply, the taste of her still lingering on your lips.

The coolness of the floor against your skin was a stark contrast to the fire that still raged within you both, but it was a welcome reprieve as you tried to catch your breath.

Your chests heaved in unison, your hearts pounding in a symphony of passion as the aftershocks of your shared climaxes faded away. The music continued to pulse around you, the bass vibrating through the floor and into your bodies as you held onto each other tightly, the silence between you speaking volumes about the connection you had just forged in this dance studio.

You two were a mess, sticky with sweat and the remnants of your passion, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.

Yeojin looked up at you, her eyes shimmering with a mix of satisfaction and awe, and whispered, "That was... incredible, oppa."

You couldn't agree more, Yeojin's words echoing the very thought in your mind. You stroked her sweat-soaked hair as she nests into your embrace. You press a gentle kiss to her forehead, the taste of her still lingering on your lips.

"We should get cleaned up before we leave."

She nods, a small smile playing on her lips as she opens her eyes, looking into yours with a newfound intimacy.

"But first," she says, her voice a ever so seductive, "just one more kiss." And as your lips meet in a kiss that's tender yet filled with promise of more to come.

The thought of the next dance session had you both grinning as you helped each other get dressed. Yeojin's eyes sparkled with mischief as she gave your now-softened cock a final, playful pat, whispering, "See you next time, my favorite dance partner." The promise in her voice had you hardening again, but you resisted, knowing that you'd have plenty of time to indulge in each other's company again soon.

#loona smut #loossemble smut #yeojin smut #kpop smut

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poguehearted77 · 8 months ago

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Co-Star Confessions

Pairing: Actress! Reader x Drew Starkey

Co-Star Confessions-> The cast takes you along on a trip to take a lie detector test for an interview. The jokes are rolling and the tea starts to spill.

Summary: A lie detector, a dark room, and unspoken tension pull you into a whirlwind of revelations, where secrets are spilled, emotions run high, and your growing romance with Drew becomes impossible to hide.

Belongs to my: OBX Season 5: Payback for Maybank Series

These can be read in any order!

"Okay be honest, who else went on a deep dive of doom last night and watched all of Blackbox's previous interviews?" Madelyn turns from her place in the passenger seat, facing you, Madison and Chase so you can hear her question clearly.

All hands go up. The anticipation is high and circling in the car. Today the cast has split up into two cars as you're being shipped off to another studio to record an interview with Blackbox.

"Some of those questions were brutal, and you're hooked up to a lie detector so there's no chance you can avoid the truth." Chase lets out a weighted breath, his mind running off with the possible questions they could ask. There's a small sprout of fear blossoming around the possibility they'll pry open closed doors about his and Madelyn's break up.��

The concept is simple: Prior to the interview, Blackbox has done their own research and collected some surface-level, intermediate, and mildly invasive questions that the fans of the show are circulating online. One by one, the cast will sit in the empty black room with no one but the polygrapher and a lie detector, the questions get asked and if you're telling the truth you get a point, if you're lying you lose a point.

The castmate with the most points at the end gets to ask any co-star any question of their choice.

"I can't believe I let Madison drag me into this." You scoff and all she does is smile bright and innocent. It took some convincing of the producers but she's very persuasive when she needs to be.

"We're family now. If we go down, so do you." Chase holds your hand and gives it a condescending squeeze. "I take that as a threat." You snatch your hand away and everyone laughs.

As you arrived, it seems the car with Carlacia, Drew and JD had beat you guys there. Their driver was already pulling off the lot, telling you the others were inside. You got out of the car behind Chase and adjusted your clothes.

Today, your stylists had picked out a white long-sleeve shirt layered under a sleek black vest, paired with a gray mini skirt, black sheer tights, a small shoulder bag, delicate gold acccesories, and a sleek pulled-back pony-tail for a perfectly polished look.

You could already hear the chatter from the studio from out in the hall as you entered the room behind Madison, more chatter erupting as the full cast is reunited. You did your rounds to greet the others you hadn't been riding with. "You look great," Drew compliments as he briefly rests his head atop yours during your hug. You fit in his arms as perfectly as a puzzle.

His pathetic instincts allowed him to take a deeper breath to get a stronger pull of your gentle perfume that intoxicated his mind. "I don't remember getting a compliment from you this morning!" Carlacia accuses him playfully and he laughs along before flattering her endlessly and you thought it was cute.

There’s no denying it. From the very beginning, you and Drew have danced around the unspoken tension, the sparks that have lingered just beneath the surface. But lately, those sparks have started to feel dangerous, like a fuse waiting to ignite. The two of you can’t be left alone for long—what starts as two chairs between you inevitably narrows to one, and then, before you realize it, none at all.

One second you're both rehearsing lines in the studio-b trailer and the next you're passed out on the couch side-by-side. Even though that only happened once, it was more than enough. You've blown through nearly two-thirds of filming the final season and it was easy to consider Drew one of your closest friends, both on and off-set.

There were late-night phone calls, early morning face-times, minimal texting since he hardly replied to his messages but lots of heated glances that shouldn't make you feel as hot as they did. Like right now.

Madelyn is currently removing a piece of lint that had fallen onto your hair from god knows where, meanwhile, you pretended you couldn't feel Drew's deep gaze from behind Madelyn's head, but you shook it off. You had to.

It wasn't long before you're all being ushered to take your seats in the black room, getting ready to record your introduction which will be the only time the whole cast is in the black room together for the interview.

"We're the cast of Outer Banks and welcome to Blackbox." You all say, introducing yourselves personally then retreating to the holding room where there are five chairs, a one-way glass looking into the black room and a microphone.

The assistants spun a wheel which decided that JD is the first one up on the chopping block. "Keep the questions pg-13, please. I've got family that's gonna see this." He pleads, letting himself be strapped into the chair and hooked up with the various components of the detector. Meanwhile, you took the seat in the holding room between Carlacia and Drew.

"So he really can't see us?" Madelyn questioned, waving to JD through the window, but he was unresponsive. "All he sees is a mirror, but when you use the microphone, he can hear your voice in the speakers in the room." One of the cameramen explains and you all nod along.

"Okay, Madelyn, you're first to read the questions. Pick up one cue card from the surface-level, intermediate and invasive stack and project your voice into the mic." She's directed but you all listen for when it's your turn.

Madelyn: "JD, What's your favourite memory from filming season 5 Outer Banks so far?"

He jolts a little in his seat, not expecting to hear Madelyn's voice so clearly in a room where he can't see her, but he answers nonetheless.

JD: When Chase and I were rehearsing that scene where we have to hang-glide off a cliff but Chase's hands slipped and he misses the bar, and he just goes falling to the foam platform like twenty feet below us, but it wasn't even that. It was the scream he let out. I still think about it.

"He's telling the truth." The woman informs.

Chase has his head in his hands while you and Carlacia hold onto eachother, laughing until you're gasping for air.

Madelyn picks up the top cue card from the intermediate pile.

Madelyn: Which castmate are you closest to?

"Oooh." There's a collective sound that sweeps across the studio, it made everyone uneasy, not because of the question. It's a difficult question and everyone knows there are no hard feelings involved but if this is an intermediate question then you should all be nervous.

JD sighs, "You know what-- Unstrap me." He pretends to grab at the wires and it elicits a round of laughs while he thinks about it.

JD: This is hard. I feel like I have such a different relationship with everyone, but..... uhhh... If I had to narrow it down, I guess probably Madelyn.

There's a long silence, everyone waiting for the polygrapher to confirm or deny. "He's telling the truth."

Madelyn: "It must be fate that I'm the one asking your questions. Luv ya. Now, for your final, invasive question. You recently implied in an interview that you're seeing someone, is that true?"

Your hands clasp over your mouth. "Brutal," Carlacia whispers under her breath while you and Drew lean over the edge of your seats as if you didn't already know the answer to this question.

"No." He denies it, another stomach-churning silence. You can see the nerves rolling down JD's face as he waits for the results. "That was a lie." The crew is making some indistinct noise while the cast is stunned to silence. None of you were going to make it out of this interview alive.

JD's head falls with a guilty grin, dreading the news this would spread in the press. He almost immediately unlatches himself from the machine and enters the waiting room with the rest of you, sending in Chase.

"That shit is intense. It's just so dark, and ominous, and you've got a spotlight on you. Makes you feel like you're on trial for a crime you didn't commit." Drew stands to give him a pat on the back, "You did good, man. Hopefully Maya isn't too blindsided by that last question."

Maya is JD's secret girlfriend, official as of last month, you've met her a handful of times but you clicked almost instantly and often texted on Instagram and shared reels.

The game went on, and the questions didn't get any easier. You watched as you all trickled in and out of the rooms, getting paired off in an order something like this:

Madelyn asking JD

Drew asking Chase

Carlacia asking Madelyn

Chase asking Y/N

Y/N asking Madison

Madison asking Carlacia

JD asking Drew

There's an acrylic nail poking your shoulder and you shudder. "You're up," Carlacia informs you and you nearly vomit. The questions have been ruthless thus far, you honestly wonder how and why the producers approved this.

"Hey Madison, this is for you." You hold up your middle fingers, regretting ever letting her get you involved in this bloodbath. She blows you a kiss and wishes you luck.

Chase: "Y/n-"

You're not sure what it is about it, but you and Chase have had enough bloopers on set, that this felt no different, even though you couldn't see him, you broke out in laughter. Before the mic cut out you heard Chase's abrupt laughter cut through.

This is how you two always were. Unable to keep it together. The directors hated when you had a scene together (even though they'd laugh too). "Okay okay, I'm sorry. I'm ready." You reassure, "That was a lie", The polygrapher debunks your confession and it sends everyone rolling for another five minutes due to its spontaneity.

"Okay. For real this time." You clear your throat, waiting for Chase to start with the questions.

Chase: "If you weren’t acting, what would your job be?"

"Ooh, I love photography, my phone is always gonna be in your face, and I've got like a dozen cameras. So, probably a photographer." You answer. The question is light, but it doesn't erase the uneasy feeling bubbling in your stomach. "True."

Chase prepares to move on to the intermediate stack of cards, shuffling them, just for fun.

"Here we go," Madison leans over to JD, they both knew there were bound to be some wild cards for you and Drew. Ever since your casting as Piper was made public not too long ago, the fans immediately flocked to find all your socials.

The rumours between you and Drew were already starting to spin. All stemming from one photo added to one of Carlacia's many photo dumps a few weeks ago. The image is of you playfully feeding Drew a strawberry from when you'd all done some sightseeing and visited the local Portuguese farms.

Chase: "Fans noticed you recently reposted a TikTok that said, 'When he’s tall enough to climb like a tree>>'—was that just for laughs, or did you have someone in mind?"

Your hands raise to your face and you scream, Madison screams, JD laughs, Madelyn kicks her feet while Carlacia gasps--Simply put, the cast is overcome.

Drew straightens a little, now more intrigued than ever (as if he wasn't before). His eyes sparkle with hope? Interest? Certainty. A subtle wave of confidence runs down his spine as he confirms to himself that you're talking about him. You both know it, and you've never been so glad that you couldn't see his face.

"My TikTok account is private how did they even-?!"

Chase: "Answer the question Ms. Y/n."

You could hear his smirk through the mic. Oh, he was enjoying this too much. You made a mental reminder to send Kelsea all the worst images that you've taken of him. "It was just for fun," you shrug.

"That was a lie", You knew it was coming, honestly, but at least you tried.

Chase: "You've recently been cast as the lead in a new rom-com called The Love Equation set to release in 2026, congratulations."

Chase prefaces the question with the recent news that was unveiled to the public merely a few days ago. It was a very recent endeavour of yours.

Not long after you started filming for Outer Banks, you'd received a call back from this project and filming was set to start a little after the OBX premiere which is a little less than three months away.

"Thank you, thank you. I'm very excited and grateful for the opportunity." You say, pretending you weren't dreading the question that's soon to follow. Chase's flattery made you nervous, regardless if he was just reading what was on the card.

Chase: If you could pick any castmate to star alongside you in a rom-com, who would you pick?"

Drew's jaw locks at the question. His grip on the arm of the chair tightens subconsciously as he watches your every move. From the way you looked up at the ceiling, pretending to think to your left foot pacing an unsteady rhythm.

All while Madison was watching Drew, a small smile creeping up on her lips. She needed no further confirmation from the two of you, your body language was loud enough. To her, at least.

"Drew." You say nothing more, nothing less. You don't want to fan the flames that fans have already sparked to life from a simple picture. "She's telling the truth." Yeah, obviously, but you don't say that out loud.

The time seems to fly now that your turn had passed and finally, it's Drew's turn. Deep down you've been waiting for this all day, but if you're being honest, you're a little scared for him.

Drew has one of the biggest and most blunt fanbases of the cast. You've seen how they can get sometimes, you've read the TikTok comments and seen the X threads. Hopefully, nothing gets taken out of context or blown out of proportion.

JD: "What’s your favorite way to unwind after a long day of filming?"

His lips pucker a little in thought, and it dawned on him. "I recently got gifted like, an ungodly amount of bubble bath, but I've actually been using them lately. So, I'll say a nice, hot bath, yeah."

The polygrapher confirms that his statement is in fact true and the round progresses.

JD: "If you had to be stuck on an island with one of your castmates for 24 hours, who would you pick—and what would you two do to pass the time?"

Drew fights the grin on his face, "I'd say Chase, we would go hang-gliding-" He's hardly able to get the sentence out before he's interrupted by his own cackles.

Chase adds his own thoughts into the mic, "You know what, Drew, fuck you, okay?" Chase states before returning to his seat while Drew chokes over his laughs to deliver an insincere apology. "That was true." The room erupts with more laughter at that.

JD: "Your final, invasive question, have you ever secretly dated or hooked up with someone from a movie/show you've worked on, including this one?"

The entire studio goes pin-drop silent. Madison's hand reaches out to hold yours, for comfort, or maybe support? Your eyes are glued to the window that shows a nervous Drew, the most nervous you'd ever seen him. He's starting to sweat.

The two of you have never hooked up, but now you're curious. You would get to find out if he's gotten involved with other girls he's worked with before. Was everything he did just an act? Was it a thing he did with everyone?

"I have not." He answers.

There's silence.

The polygrapher is doing it on purpose, you're sure of it.

...

....

........

JD turns around to face you all and whispers, "Guys, I'm literally shaking for him. Look!" He held out his hand with the card, and it showed a true reflection of his words.

"That is..." She drags out the verdict.

The anticipation got so bad you've all somehow ended up standing, you all might as well press your noses up against the glass.

"True."

The cheering is loud when it swallows the holding room. It's almost shameful how much of a weight you felt lifted off your shoulders at the declaration. Drew is the only one to have told the truth for all three questions, giving him 3 points. He wins.

"Now, Drew. You get to ask any co-star any question you'd like." One of the crewmates instructs as they had you all lined up in the room under Drew's judgement. He stalked along, looking everyone in the eyes, yours lasted a little longer than he was willing to admit but he eventually stopped on Madison.

"Madison, Madison, Madison." Drew taunted in the mic and she rolled her eyes with an all-knowing grin.

Drew: "Not too long ago you were disrespecting my childhood delicacy, the uncrustable. Now, there are rumours going around that you've been seen with them lately, is it true?"

Small giggles were let out around the room. Drew is unbelievable.

"Yes." Madison whispers, looking off to the side.

Drew: What was that? I'll need you to speak up.

Madison: Yes! It's true. Satisfied?

Drew: Very. No further questions, your honour.

You all film the closing sequence, reminding the audience the final season will be released on Netflix on August 30th and September 25th, 2025.

You're all making your way out to the cars. The original groups naturally switched up as you all jumped into the car with people you were in conversations with as you left the studio. This time it's you, Drew, JD and Madelyn.

"Wow, that was lowkey worse than I thought it was going to be." JD admits from the passenger seat and you snicker. Without even realizing it, your head was laying on Drew's shoulder, feeling the sleepiness begin to settle in after an eventful afternoon.

"All that drama genuinely drained the energy from my body." You yawn, and Drew subtly shifts so that you'd find more comfort in him, and you snuggle up just a little more. This is a feeling he could get used to.

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sevsevteen · 29 days ago

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The set was all soft lights and fake laughter.

You sat between Mingyu and Joshua, smiling on cue, answering questions about the group’s upcoming tour. The interviewer - elegant, poised, all teeth and charisma - nodded along enthusiastically.

“Oh, it must be so hard keeping up with thirteen boys, right?” she said sweetly. “They must carry a lot of your weight.”

You laughed politely. “Actually, we all pull our own. They’ve taught me a lot.”

The cameras loved that.

Flash. Cut. Cue applause. Wrap.

But once the red light on the camera faded, so did the interviewer’s mask.

She barely waited for the director to call cut before twisting in her chair, speaking low to her assistant just behind her - but just loud enough.

“God, finally. If I hear the word teamwork one more time, I’ll throw up.”

You froze.

Mingyu’s jaw tightened beside her.

“All that rehearsed ‘we’re a family’ crap. Please. Half the group barely talks during breaks,” she scoffed, tossing her cue cards aside.

The assistant awkwardly tried to whisper something, but the interviewer waved her off.

“She’s cute, I’ll give her that,” the interviewer motioned her chin lazily toward you, not even trying to lower her voice now. “Pretty face, decent voice. But clearly riding on their tails.”

The room fell still.

Wonwoo, who had been grabbing water bottles, paused mid-step. Hoshi’s smile dropped. Even Vernon looked up from his phone.

The assistant gave a nervous laugh. “They were trending, though. Their last album—”

“Because of the other producers behind it,” she cut in coldly. “Not because of them. I mean, let’s be real - if they were really that good, they’d be solo by now.”

That was it.

“Excuse me?” Mingyu said sharply, standing.

The room turned.

The interviewer blinked up, all innocent now. “Oh? Did you hear that?”

“Loud and clear,” Hoshi said, voice low with fury. “You don't get to disrespect our achievements like that.”

“Oh, come on,” she laughed. “Don’t get so emotional. I’m just being honest. I figured someone needed to say it.”

Then she stood - heels clicking on the floor - and added with a smirk, “Besides, what are you gonna do? Hit me? You can’t. I’m a girl.”

And then - a shove.

A bold push to Hoshi’s chest.

He stepped back in stunned silence, fists clenching. He didn’t retaliate - of course he didn’t - but the tension in the room sparked like lightning.

And that was when you stood up.

Calm. Controlled.

Until–

“Ah!”

A hard shove right back into the interviewer’s shoulder. Not aggressive. But firm.

Balanced.

Equal.

“I think you're forgetting that I’m a girl too,” you said, stepping between them and the woman. “I have just as much right to speak up when someone crosses a line.”

“You!” The interviewer lunged with her hands up.

Wonwoo was by your side in a second, pushing you behind himself. His arm half-shielding, gaze trained on the woman like a loaded weapon.

Seungcheol was on his feet a second later, stepping forward to catch her wrist in mid-air.

The interviewer staggered slightly, stunned for a beat too long.

“Try me again.” You threatened, gaze unwavering as you pushed Wonwoo aside lightly.

The interviewer opened her mouth - but before another word could leave her lips,

Wonwoo stood beside, voice cold as stone. “Say one more thing about her. See if your mic is the only thing that cuts out.”

“That’s enough,” Seungcheol thundered, voice like steel. “We came here as professionals. And we expect the same in return.”

The interviewer scoffed, brushing herself off. “You idols think you’re invincible.”

“And you think hiding behind your gender gives you immunity,” Wonwoo said, voice like ice. “But harassment is harassment. If anyone touched her the way you just touched Hoshi, we’d be calling security.”

The assistant was already tugging her away, murmuring apologies. The woman huffed, storming off, heels clicking violently against the studio floor.

No one spoke.

The staff were frozen.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

“This interview’s over,” Jeonghan said coolly, stepping in. “Thank you for your hard work, we’ll be taking our leave now.”

The team walked out together - you at the center, flanked by members who barely blinked now without checking if you were okay.

“Hey,” Mingyu said, nudging your hand gently. “That was a legendary move.”

You nodded. “Yeah. I just… I couldn’t let her say that.”

Jeonghan placed a gentle hand on your back. “You handled it better than any of us could.”

You cracked a tiny smile. “My hand’s still shaking.”

“It should,” Seungkwan said. “You could’ve sent her flying.”

“She should be glad it wasn’t Seungcheol-hyung,” Hoshi muttered.

From the side, Seungcheol cleared his throat, clearly hiding a proud smile.

You met his eyes and smiled - tired, but fierce.

With a reckless action like that, you knew you were in for a lecture when everyone got into the van.

But for now, you knew your members would have your back no matter what - and so would you.

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theladybrownstarot · 6 months ago

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"𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤-𝐀-𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝: 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 ?" ✧ ˎˊ˗

✧ Masterlist - for more , support by following me .

✧ Pick-A-Pile : here's a new pick card reading for you all ! So close your eyes and breathe in and out then choose pile(s) attracting you most . This is a general reading so it may resonate and not , my readings are not the universal truth so make your decisions wisely .

──⭒─⭑─⭒────⭒─⭑─⭒──

✧ 𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟏.

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟏 ! 𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠:

˗ˏˋ Okay ! Here is it - are you quite dominant? Well because I feel so through your energy. You had be someone who is hot and seductive in other's eye but at same time there's this caring or nurturing side to you that makes you completely different. It's like both hot and spicy to you. What makes you even more desirable is the way you can be useful for others or the way you can just spark your influence even on the most strongest relations and things ,it's just your power or we say charisma that makes you go all around as an addictions for others. You are in people's mind basically in their fantasies where they want to take you for all themselves or want you to take them . I don't know if you are often sexualised or have encountered something like that because there is this strong Lilith energy here . You are also a person with dark secrets or mysteries that draw people to you .

˗ˏˋ At same time as I said you are nurturing and caring but apart than that you have this experienced wisdom or lessons that people are in need for , you are thoughtful and resilient at same time which makes people around you more inspired for . You are someone who won't leave the person behind when they come to you and at same time you get help too from them but most of them kind off betray you or betrayed you because of which you have grown more independent and detached kind of person.

˗ˏˋ People will be more fascinated if they just see your divinely side , that could make anyone get enlightenment because you have changed yourself a lot from your past to here in present . People believe that you are not only physically charismatic which attracts people to you it's also your very mentality or your inner self which attracts more opportunities to you or , whatever you want to have already.

✧ 𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟐.

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟐 ! 𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠:

˗ˏˋ Okay ! Here is it very interesting- are you someone who is not gonna fight physically rather make someone on their knees for you by your charismatic logical diplomatic talks/debate? Like here is it you are someone who is all no-nonsense, logical and practical at times with heart on their sleeves . You are quite fast and fiesty in a calm unique manner which somewhat gives me the vibe of an unique aquarius influencing you . You are ambitious and studios , somewhat may be that typical "cold hot nerd" of your domain. You had be someone who speaks less, works more . A person of few words - speaks in a way which is enough for someone to take and digest. You won't even hesitate to stand up for yourself or for others even you had be a single person in this whole universe . I'm also getting that you have sharp face features or attractive hands /arms/legs that makes you desirable; physically .

˗ˏˋ.Okay , we have strong earth energy here - mix of air too somehow . You used to someone who would go behind others for help but later on you changed - you left and worked on yourself leaving people In shock that how could you be someone like this now , like someone who doesn't even care if they are alone without someone has changed so much . Hence, you don't need people rather people need you . I'm also getting that you people could be more connected to your mother or any mother figure, possible that you have a single mother or your emotional connection is more with your mother than with someonelse . Even divine salutes to your determination that when you don't find something that could take you out of any situation they will give help to you in a sense that would test your creativity.

˗ˏˋ Last but not the least - you are someone who focuses on Their own business. There this quote that goes - "mind your own business, then of others" which you apply In your life and to yourself. You don't give lot of attention to others rather focuses on themselves . If you could just belive that thing I see in you is that- no matter matter where you are or what you are doing if you give your best you will excel to best even it seems worst to do though.

✧ 𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟑.

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟑 ! 𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠:

˗ˏˋ okay , here is it - are you happy go around person ? Haha because I see so , if you that this purity and flick of innocence that makes people more drawn to you . You people could be good comedians or entertainers , with this I'm getting too that you have a charming smile and laughter which spreads positivity around . If someone wants to have an emotional connection you are the one best to go with ! But why if you ask ? It's because darling when people want someone to share and understand their emotions and themselves with someone who has experienced same you are the one there among all . You could be achievers even someone who takes up a role of a psychologist or counsellor for others in need. You are good manifestors in life and if possible you people could even manifest for others, start making subliminals you know- an extra message I got for you all .

˗ˏˋ okay , the next thing I can see is that you people are patient In nature , in this fast Paced world being a calm slow being is difficult but you are the one who has achieved it and when we get around such people like you we feel somewhere at peace and safe. You embrace is like a call of warmth we need in harsh winters. But don't let this get people take advantage of you because not everyone is very good in this world . I can also see that some of you could be chubby or if not chubby than cute for sure in other's eye . I feel melodious voice too that you too can have.

˗ˏˋ I can also see that you are someone who dominates or unknowingly dominates indirectly with your nature , you appear to be sexually attractive because of your mystical aura . Some of you could have scorpio influence over you like signs and all and even if not then also you have or things which makes you appear to be so like that . You are very spiritual too and serene. There's this vast deep ocean of knowledge that people seek nowadays In life to go ahead . Most of you could be someone who praticse divination or belive in it.

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dragaorpg · 8 months ago

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Rue Valley, da editora Owlcat Games, entra em teste alfa

A Owlcat Games, criadora dos aclamados cRPGs Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous e Warhammer 40.000: Rogue Trader e os desenvolvedores Emotion Spark Studios estão trazendo a você o alfa público de Rue Valley. Trailer de Jogabilidade de Rue Valley Rue Valley é um jogo narrativo profundamente pessoal sobre a jornada de autodescoberta e resiliência de um homem em sua busca para se libertar de um…

#Emotion Spark Studios #Owlcat Games #Rue Valley

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gebo4482 · 8 months ago

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#rue valley #emotion spark studio #owlcat games #adventure games #point and click #trailer #Youtube

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savingcontent · 11 months ago

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Owlcat Games publishing Emotion Spark Studio's Rue Valley, announcement trailer introduces the isometric narrative RPG

Continue reading Owlcat Games publishing Emotion Spark Studio’s Rue Valley, announcement trailer introduces the isometric narrative RPG

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twohitgames · 11 months ago

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Owlcat Games comenzará a editar videojuegos de rol

Owlcat Games ha anunciado su ambición de convertirse en editor. Junto con sus esfuerzos de desarrollo, a partir de ahora, Owlcat se centrará en ayudar a equipos independientes de todo el mundo a presentar sus propios juegos de rol y juegos narrativos a los jugadores. Owlcat se asegurará de que sus nuevos socios tengan todos los servicios, la financiación y el asesoramiento experto que necesitan…

#Another Angle Games #Emotion Spark Studio #Owlcat Games #Rue Valley #Shadow of the Road #Überstrategist

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magicalmatcha · 10 days ago

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now playing ♪ i bet on losing dogs by mitski

"i bet on losing dogs, i always want you when im finally fine."

cw: angst, mention of addiction, long

As little sense as it made, Megumi didn’t think a DNA test would ever be necessary to prove Yume was Yn’s child. Sitting next to her now, birthday cake ice cream smeared across her cheeks, rambling at the speed of light, he was convinced she was just a carbon copy in miniature.

“Mama doesn’t let me have ice cream before dinner,” Yume chirped, her legs swinging beneath the booth, nowhere close to touching the floor. Megumi sat beside her, slowly working through his espresso scoop, one eyebrow raised.

“Is that so?” he said, feigning surprise. “And you didn’t think to mention that before we walked in here?”

Yume froze for half a second, cone tipping dangerously in her small hand as she considered this. Then, with all the drama of a spy in a movie, she raised one sticky finger to her lips and whispered, “Secret.”

Megumi huffed a soft laugh, watching as she refocused on her ice cream with renewed determination. God, she really was Yn’s kid.

“Did you know Mama when she was a kid?” Yume asked, her voice muffled slightly by the melting ice cream.

Megumi tilted his head, caught off guard. “When she was younger, yeah. I did.”

Yume nodded thoughtfully, then tilted her chin up to meet his eyes. “Are you guys in love?”

The question hit him harder than it should have. He blinked, hand pausing midair with his spoon.

“Like Jiro and Nahoko,” she added, like that made everything clearer.

Megumi let out a breath, half a laugh. “You watched The Wind Rises? Is that even for your age?”

Yume shrugged, licking her fingers where the ice cream had started to drip down. “Maki, Mama and I watch Studio Jibi films all the time!”

“Studio Ghibli,” Megumi corrected gently.

Yume frowned, then carefully repeated it, drawing the syllables out like they were a spell. “Studio… Ghee-bli.”

“Close enough,” he said with a smile, still recovering from the question she didn’t even realize was loaded.

"Are you in love like Jiro and Nahako." She repeated again. Sharp kid unfortunately, his attempt to avoid the question had clearly failed.

"At a point we were." He answered softly. Yume gasped. "Why are you not anymore?"

Megumi stared down into the last melted bit of his espresso ice cream, watching it pool around his spoon like it held the answers.

Why weren’t they in love anymore?

That was the question, wasn’t it?

He could lie. Say they grew apart. Say life got in the way. Say something vague and poetic that didn’t hold any weight. But Yume didn’t deserve that. And neither did the memory of what they were.

So he answered it in his head first.

Why weren’t they in love anymore?

They were young. That was part of it. They were kids trying to play adults, lighting matches in a house made of gasoline. Every kiss felt like a spark and every fight felt like a fire. But there was no shelter. No safety net. Just raw emotion and aching, beautiful recklessness.

Yn had this way of seeing the world, like everything was too much and never enough all at once. She loved with a sharp kind of devotion, the kind that frightened him sometimes. She needed him to believe in the impossible. To choose her even when it was hard. And he was too scared. Of failing. Of staying. Of the future.

He remembered the way she’d look at him like he was her whole universe. And the guilt of knowing he couldn’t carry that kind of weight. The nights they’d lie together in bed and she’d whisper dreams of names and futures and soft-lit kitchens filled with warmth, while he stared at the ceiling and wondered what it would cost him.

Gojo had told him to leave. Not in so many words, but enough. “You’ve got something rare,” he’d said. “Don’t let it get derailed by something so unstable you'll never be able to account for it.” He hadn’t said her. He didn’t have to.

And Megumi had listened. He’d blocked her. Left her. Told himself it was for the best. That his love for her was a distraction, a detour, something fleeting. That he was supposed to want more; fame, success, the big stage. He convinced himself she was an anchor.

A girl with blown out pupils and a spirit that was not all there.

She’d come to him smelling like old perfume and borrowed hope. Sometimes trembling, sometimes laughing too hard at nothing at all. And he thought: She needs saving. And I can’t save her.

He mistook her softness for weakness. Mistook her chaos for a weight he couldn’t carry. Told himself the world he wanted couldn’t fit someone like her, too fragile, too volatile. Too much.

But now, staring into the face of the little girl she brought into the world without him, all he could think was: She did it. Without saving. Without him.

And somehow, in doing so, she’d saved herself.

Now?

Now he was sitting across from the living, breathing proof of their love. A little girl with Yn’s smile and his quiet eyes. A child who ate her ice cream too fast and talked like she’d already lived a dozen lives. And suddenly he couldn’t remember what any of those songs had been about.

She asked again, “Why are you not anymore?”

And he stared at her, this impossibly bright, impossibly smart girl, and said softly,

“I don’t think I ever stopped. But let's keep that part a secret okay?"

He had to bend a little to hold her hand as they walked. Her small, sticky fingers wrapped tightly around his like a lifeline. Her shirt was stained with the remnants of birthday cake ice cream, and her cheeks were flushed pink from the heat. He silently prayed Yn wouldn’t yell at him for the mess.

“I don’t wanna see Mama,” Yume said suddenly, breaking the quiet between them.

Megumi looked down, surprised. “Why not?”

“She lied to me.” Yume’s voice was pouty, but serious in that dramatic four-year-old way. “She said we’re not supposed to lie.”

She stomped her glittery purple rain wellies with every other step, shoes Maki had told him she insisted on wearing, despite there being not a cloud in the sky.

Megumi winced. “Go easy on your mom. She probably had a good reason.”

“But she didn’t tell me,” Yume huffed, looking down at their joined hands. “She never said fathers were even real.”

Megumi blinked. “Yeah… that’s a tough one.”

He nodded slowly, suddenly finding the back of the man walking in front of them very interesting.

Yume’s voice softened. “So if fathers are real… where’s mine?”

Megumi swallowed hard.

He could lie. It would be easy, comforting, even. A vague, soft deflection. He could say “He’s far away” or “Maybe you’ll meet him someday” or something equally hollow that would float out of her head before bedtime.

But she was staring up at him now, waiting. Eyes round and open and honest in a way that made his chest hurt.

He crouched down slowly until they were eye-level on the sidewalk, her little boots scuffing the concrete as she came to a stop.

“I don’t know how to answer that in a way that makes sense,” he said honestly.

She tilted her head. “You don’t know him?”

“I do,” he said softly. “I know him really well, actually. I just… I didn’t think I was allowed to tell you.”

Yume blinked, processing.

“Is he mean?”

Megumi smiled a little at that. “No. Not at all.”

She studied him carefully, something thoughtful knitting her small brows together. “Then why did he go away?”

He let out a quiet breath. “Because he made a really big mistake.”

“Did he say sorry?”

“I think he’s trying to,” Megumi said. “But sometimes it takes more than just ‘sorry,’ you know?”

Yume nodded solemnly. “Like when I broke Mama’s necklace and she didn’t talk to me for a whole hour.”

“Exactly like that,” Megumi chuckled. “Only with more… crying.”

Yume stepped forward and looped her arms around his neck suddenly, and it knocked the air from his lungs.

She smelled like sugar and grass and sunscreen. A sticky, chaotic little whirlwind.

“You can tell me who he is,” she said, voice muffled against his shirt. “I can keep secrets.”

Megumi hugged her back gently. “Okay,” he whispered. “I promise I will.”

They stood there for a few seconds longer before Yume pulled back, her eyes shining with something unreadable.

Then she grabbed his hand again like nothing had happened and tugged him forward. “Come on! Mama's making chicken for dinner!.”

Megumi followed with a small smile, heart heavier than ever.

“She’s gonna kill me,” he muttered.

Yume looked back, grinning. “Maybe.”

“Eat your pancakes, Yu,” Yn grumbled.

Sleep had been more of a concept than a reality last night, Yume’s post-ice-cream sugar rush had turned their apartment into a low-budget rave. It took four rounds of Just Dance, several laps up and down the hallway, and a poorly negotiated bedtime story about a narwhal prince to even get her to yawn, let alone sleep.

Now, with her scrubs wrinkled from the couch nap she took at 3 a.m., her school bag slung over one aching shoulder, and no instant coffee in sight—because Maki had finished the last of it while editing their vlog at some ungodly hour—Yn was one inconvenience away from placing a generational curse on the entire Fushiguro/Zenin bloodline.

She looked over at Yume, who was currently trying to stack pancakes like they were Jenga blocks. “Yume,” she warned, voice barely above a hiss. “You drop one of those and I swear on everything sacred, you'll never eat again."

Yume grinned, unbothered. “But Mama, they’re building blocks."

Yn glared. “Eat the building blocks.” She turned back to the stove, scraping together half assed scrambled eggs for Maki and Yume to share before she headed off to work.

A knock rang through the apartment. Yn groaned, dropping the spatula with a sigh as she trudged toward the door.

She opened it to find Megumi, dressed in a black hoodie layered over a white t-shirt, charcoal cargo pants, and sneakers far too aggravatingly expensive for someone dropping by unannounced. His hair was damp, like he’d run product through it in a rush, and he was cradling a large box under one arm.

“Is it too early?” he asked, wearing that sheepish smile she already wanted to slap off his face. “I wanted to catch you before work.”

Yn blinked at him, unimpressed. “You guys didn’t have a hangout scheduled today.”

Her eyes shifted to the box, chin tilting toward it. “What’s that?”

Megumi held it up like a peace offering. “Let me in and I’ll show you.”

She stared at him. Her options were clear: one, let him into her apartment while she was wearing crusted pancake batter and one more inconvenience away from burning the apartment building down. Or two, slam the door in his face.

The second option had so much appeal.

“Me-gummy!” Yume appeared at her side, face lighting up like a sunrise. She practically bounced on her toes.

Yn exhaled. Loudly.

Then she stepped aside. “Fine. Wipe your feet.”

He followed the smell of maple syrup and chaos into the apartment, box still tucked under his arm like a baby. Yume trailed behind him like a duckling, one pancake already in her hand.

He placed the box down on the counter, reaching into his pocket to pull out a switchblade.

Yn raised a brow. “Jesus. Planning on gutting me?”

He didn’t answer, just flicked it open with a practiced ease and sliced through the packing tape in one smooth motion.

The box flaps popped open with a soft crunch, and he stepped aside so she could see.

Inside was a sleek, matte-black coffee machine, top-of-the-line, with chrome accents and a digital screen. Nestled beside it were three neatly stacked boxes of pods, each one labeled with unnecessarily elegant names like Fleur d'Espresso and Caramel Eclipse.

Yn blinked.

Then blinked again.

“You bought me a coffee machine?” she asked, like she wasn’t quite sure if she should be flattered or insulted.

“Technically, I bought you guys a coffee machine,” Megumi corrected. “But yeah.”

“Why?”

“You ran out of instant coffee. Yesterday. Maki used the last of it.” He scratched the back of his neck. “Figured this might buy me forgiveness before your caffeine withdrawal hit homicidal levels.”

Yn stared at it. Then at him.

“That’s manipulative.”

“Did it work?”

Yume gasped from behind her. “It’s so shiny!”

Yn shook her head, voice low but firm. “Megumi, I can’t take this.”

“You can,” he said gently, nodding toward the machine. “Go ahead.”

“No, I really can’t.” Her arms crossed over her chest, digging in. “It’s too much.”

“It’s a gift, Yn.” He kept his tone steady, like he was trying not to startle her. “That’s all. You needed it. I got it.”

“Mama, you have to take it,” Yume chimed in from the side, tugging lightly on Yn’s sleeve.

Yn glanced down, ready to dismiss her with a soft “not now,” but Yume barreled on, eyes wide with conviction.

“He’s in love with you.”

The room fell silent.

Megumi froze mid-step. Yn’s mouth opened slightly, then shut.

Yume, oblivious to the tension that hit the air, licked a finger and poked one of the coffee pods. “This smells weird."

Megumi cleared his throat. “I—I’m not.”

“I mean,” Yume interrupted casually, hopping onto a kitchen stool, “that’s what happens in books. You give girls presents and then you fall in love and then you kiss. Then you get a dog. Then a baby.”

“I already have the baby,” Yn muttered.

Megumi looked like he wanted to melt into the floor.

Yn didn’t look at him.

“Go wash your hands,” she said to Yume instead, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. “They're all sticky and gross.”

Yume didn’t argue. Just nodded, eyes wide with mischief, and scampered off to her bathroom.

The silence returned. Thicker this time.

“Why does my four-year-old think you’re in love with me?” Yn asked slowly, her voice measured, but not soft.

Megumi laughed, too quickly. “Kids come up with the darndest things, huh?” He moved to grab his keys off the counter. “I should probably head back—”

“Sure they do,” Yn cut in, stepping forward, voice cool and sharp. “But Yume didn’t say we were in love.”

Megumi froze.

“That’s what she says when I’m talking to someone at the grocery store for too long, or if I wave at our neighbor who happens to be a man. She says we’re in love. Like it’s this story she made up.”

Yn took another step, just enough to box him in with her presence. Her eyes didn’t waver.

“She said you're in love with me. Present tense. Singular. And I’m just curious, Megumi, where would she get that idea?”

He opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.

“Maybe she overheard something—”

“Like what?” Yn’s voice didn’t rise, but the shift was immediate. Cold. Focused. “You telling someone you’re in love with me?”

Megumi hesitated. “It… it might’ve come out when we were getting ice cream. I didn’t mean to say it, not like that, not to her, I didn’t even think she heard me. She said she wouldn’t tell you.”

Yn laughed, once. Quiet and sharp. It didn’t reach her eyes.

“You said that,” she repeated. “To my daughter.”

He tried to take a step forward. She didn’t move.

“I didn’t plan it. It just, slipped. I was looking at her and thinking about you and it just… fell out.”

She blinked at him, slowly, like trying to process a language she hadn’t spoken in years.

“Do you hear how insane that sounds?” she whispered, incredulous. “You left me. You left us.You disappeared like I was nothing. And now, four years later, you accidentally tell my child you’re in love with me?”

“Yn, I—”

“No. You don’t get to say my name like that.”

Silence opened up between them. It wasn’t cold. It was full of all the things she’d had to survive in his absence.

Megumi inhaled shakily. “I still love you,” he said, quietly. “I don’t think I ever stopped.”

Her mouth parted, but no sound came out. And then her eyes burned, but she didn’t cry. She never let herself cry where he could see.

“You loved me,” she said finally, voice brittle, “and still left.”

He opened his mouth, but she cut him off.

“No. Listen to me, do you have any idea what that does to a person? To know that you were loved and still not enough to be chosen? You made me think I was unlovable. Like something must’ve been so wrong with me, I drove you away without even realizing it.”

Megumi’s eyes were wide, glassy. She kept going.

“You told me I was your future. Your air. That you couldn’t breathe without me. Then you left like it cost you nothing. Do you know how cruel that is? Do you know what it’s like to wake up alone with a body full of grief and a baby growing inside you and no idea if the person you loved even made it out of the city alive?”

“I didn’t know how to stay,” he whispered.

“That’s not an excuse. That’s not love.” She shook her head, voice breaking. “You don’t get to come back just because time softened the edges. You don’t get to drop a truth like that in my living room and expect it to mean something now. You already decided I wasn’t worth staying for.”

He looked like he might crumble.

“I never stopped thinking about you,” he said.

She stared at him, and for the first time, he saw something in her eyes that made him feel small.

“That’s not love, Megumi,” she whispered. “That’s guilt.”

Yn turned her back on him, arms crossed tightly like she was holding herself together.

“Next time,” she said, quiet but cold, “don’t say shit you’re not brave enough to stay for.”

She moved toward the kitchen, shoulders tense, but Megumi’s voice stopped her mid-step.

“You think it was about bravery?” he snapped. “You think I wanted to leave?”

He wasn’t yelling, but there was something worse in his voice: frustration, regret, the slow crack of something he’d been holding back for years.

“You were unraveling right in front of me, Yn. And I—I thought I could handle it. Thought I could love you through it. But every day it felt like I was holding onto someone already halfway gone.”

She turned slowly, her expression unreadable.

“You think you were the only one falling apart?” he said, voice raw. “I was broken too, Yn. We were broken together trying to fix each other and it wasn't working."

He looked down, jaw tight. “We couldn't stay in the same place forever.”

She didn’t say anything.

“For a while,�� he continued, voice gentler, “it almost felt beautiful. Like we were both cracked in the same places. Like being broken together was some kind of intimacy. Some kind of proof.”

He let out a breath. “But then it stopped feeling beautiful. You stopped trying to swim. And I was so sure that if I stayed, I’d drown. We couldn't both drown Yn."

Yn stared at him for a long, long moment. When she spoke, it was barely above a whisper.

“So I was right.”

He looked back up, startled. “What?”

“You did leave because I was too much. Because I was broken. Because loving me got hard.”

“Yn, that’s not—”

“You know what’s funny?” she laughed, bitter and sharp. “Everyone loved the idea of me when it was romantic. Tragic girl. Soft pretty mess. Until it got real. Until it got ugly. And then suddenly no one wanted it anymore."

Her voice cracked, just once, but she didn’t look away.

“I used to tell myself you were scared. That Gojo pushed you. That it wasn’t really your choice.” She shook her head. “But deep down I always knew. You saw me. All of me. And you decided it wasn’t worth it.”

“That’s not fair—”

“No,” she cut in, trembling now. “What’s not fair is telling someone they’re the air in your lungs and then deciding they’re too much effort to breathe.”

He took a step forward. She didn’t move.

“You thought I’d stay broken forever,” she said, voice softer now, almost childlike. “Didn’t you?”

He didn’t answer.

“You thought loving me would always feel like saving me. That it would never get better. That I would never get better."

Still, he said nothing. And that silence, more than anything, broke her.

“That’s why you left,” she said, mostly to herself now. “Because the fantasy ended. Because I didn’t get better fast enough. Or maybe you finally realized I never would.”

“I didn’t know how to help you,” he said, helplessly. “And no one else did.”

She met his eyes. “You didn’t have to help me, Megumi. You just had to stay. But you felt I was going to hold you back. I always knew you did. Even if you didn't want to stay with me, I wish you just told me. Instead of leaving me to wonder where I went wrong."

And maybe that was the worst part. Not the leaving. Not even the silence. But the fact that she had always known, deep in the marrow of her bones, that the second it stopped being poetic, he’d be gone. That being broken together had an expiration date. That eventually, she would be the weight around his neck.

That she wasn’t worth staying for.

That silence came back, heavier than before.

She didn’t cry.

“Mama, my hands are all clean!” Yume burst back into the kitchen, her small hands held out proudly, fingers spread wide. “I even put lotion.”

She turned eagerly toward Megumi, her face lighting up. “Do you want to smell them? It’s bubblegum!”

Megumi crouched slightly, smiling softly as he leaned closer. He inhaled gently, the sweet scent tickling his nose. “Smells delicious,” he said quietly.

But when his eyes lifted to meet Yn’s, the warmth faltered. Her arms hung stiffly at her sides, her face taut, eyes glistening with a storm she refused to release. The exhaustion and weight behind those eyes cut deeper than any words.

“I have to go,” he said softly, straightening, voice low and careful, as though trying not to disturb the fragile quiet between them. “But I’ll see you later, okay, Yume?”

Yume nodded enthusiastically, her innocence unknowing of the tension that filled the room. “Okay! Next time, I’ll show you my sticker book!”

Megumi smiled once more for the child, then turned toward the door. His footsteps were light, but heavy in the silence. The soft click of the lock closing behind him echoed in the empty space.

Yn stood motionless, staring after him. The room felt colder now. The absence of his presence pressed in on her chest.

Then, almost imperceptibly, a sharp scent cut through the air. Smoke.

Burnt eggs.

Her gaze snapped toward the stove where a thin haze drifted upward, curling like a silent warning.

From the corner of her eye, she caught Yume’s small form, frozen with a tilted head, clutching a nearly empty bottle of syrup.

“Mama, I spilled—” Yume’s voice trembled as a dark puddle of syrup spread across the floor, glistening and sticky.

Yn’s shoulders sagged. She didn’t say a word.

Instead, she moved with deliberate slowness. She reached for the burner knob, turning it off with a soft click. The smoke began to thin, drifting away like the last remnants of her patience.

She turned away from the mess, eggs blackened, syrup staining the carpet, and walked through the kitchen, past Yume’s wide, worried eyes, and into the hallway.

The weight of everything bore down on her with every step. Her breath hitched slightly, a quiet surrender she didn’t allow herself before.

When she reached her bedroom door, she didn’t hesitate. She closed it behind her, the sound sharp and final.

Her back slid down the door until she was seated on the floor, knees drawn close.

The silence inside was suffocating.

The exhaustion of years, the pressure of expectations, the loneliness of carrying so much, she finally let it all go.

Tears welled up, hot and bitter, tracing down cheeks that had long grown numb.

And for the first time since she saw his album hit number one in the charts, she cried.

extra! extra! read all about it! (no seriously read it)

I did not proofread and this will come back to bite me in the ass later I can feel it

why must they suffer so much

CEO's of not properly communicating their feelings and unintentionally causing more problems

"Sukiya" is the name of a restaurant my ex like whenever them and their family would visit Japan (lmao)

Megumi rehearsed telling Yume he was her father in the mirror three times. None of those versions sounded brave. So he didn't tell her

When Megumi left, Yn deleted his contact, but she never blocked the number. Some part of her always wanted to know if he’d call.

megumi should have known yume couldn't keep a secret when she immediately told yn that megumi gave her ice cream

It took Yn two days to wean herself off alcohol after finding out she was pregnant. A week for the drugs. She finally had someone to get better for.

Megumi doesn’t know this yet, but Yn still keeps a picture of him in a drawer, tucked behind a sonogram and lyrics he wrote on the napkin of a pad thai restaurant that she never threw out

They're so pathetic I love them

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