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madsxyins · 11 days ago

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Not clingy, Just close

pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

word count: 1k

warnings: none

synopsis: Just a bunch of clips showing Paige being clingy but pretending she’s not, and Y/n catching her every time.

anon req

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TikTok @yourusername

Caption: “This girl acts like she hates attention but won’t let me breathe in peace 😭 “

The video opens with a soft rustle of sheets. The screen is dimly lit with early morning sunlight filtering through blinds. You angle the camera toward your chest, where Paige is draped across you,head buried in your neck, one leg thrown over yours, both her arms snug around your torso.

You (quietly) “Paige… baby, I gotta get up.”

Paige (muffled) “No you don’t.”

You shift a little under her weight, one arm wiggling free to brush back her messy morning hair. She grumbles and tightens her hold like you’re her human-sized security blanket.

You “You’re literally using me as a mattress right now.”

Paige (still buried) “Exactly. Warm and Soft.”

You let out a quiet laugh and hold up your phone a little higher to capture her face , sleepy eyes half-closed, pout forming as she nuzzles closer.

You“Who’s my baby?”

There’s a pause. She groans and doesn’t lift her head, but her response is barely audible.

Paige “…I am.”

You smile. It’s such a quiet moment, so intimate. Then , your mistake ,the camera shifts slightly and Paige catches sight of the screen reflection in the window.

She freezes. Slowly lifts her head and gives you a blank stare.

Paige “Are you filming this?”

You (caught) “No?”

Paige (dry) “Right. And I’m not currently suffocating you with love.”

She peels herself off of you like she was never even snuggled in, sits upright against the headboard, and pretends to scroll on her phone like a stranger. Completely blank expression.

You “You were literally clinging to me like a koala two seconds ago.”

Paige “Must’ve been someone else. I don’t even like cuddling.”

You flip the camera to your face, deadpan.

You “This girl is such a liar.”

In the background, Paige sips from your water bottle without asking. Then sighs and mutters under her breath:

Paige“…Still want cuddles though.”

YouTube Vlog “a day off with my girlfriend (who claims she’s not clingy)”

Thumbnail: Paige asleep in your lap with the caption “not clingy, huh?”

You set the camera down on a windowsill to record a chill day off. You’re on the couch reading, and Paige is… fully spread across your lap like a sleepy golden retriever. She’s not even pretending to be productive.

You (to the camera) “She said, and I quote, ‘I’m gonna let you do your thing today.’”

You glance down. Paige opens one eye and hums.

Paige “I am letting you. I’m just… participating.”

You “You’re deadweight.”

Paige (grinning, eyes still shut)“Emotional support girlfriend. Let me live.”

You shake your head and go back to your book. Paige kisses your thigh once and sighs dramatically.

TikTok @yourusername

Caption: “Me trying to work vs my girlfriend pretending she doesn’t need attention”

Quick clips show you sitting at your desk editing. Behind you, Paige appears: first just walking in… then pretending to grab something… then hovering like a shadow… and finally, quietly laying her head on your shoulder.

Text overlay “every 12 minutes like clockwork 😅”

Last clip is her whispering:

Paige “You still love me, right?”

You “Yes, Paige.”

Paige “Just checking.”

YouTube Vlog “late night q&a with my gf (until she fell asleep mid-answer)”

You both sit in bed, filming a relaxed Q&A with soft lighting. Paige is in an oversized hoodie, half-asleep but answering questions.

You: “What was your first impression of me?”

Paige (blinking slowly) “I thought you were too pretty to talk to me. So I avoided you for like three weeks.”

You “You literally sat next to me at the camp orientation.”

Paige “Yeah. And I didn’t say a single word.”

She smiles sleepily, leans her head against your shoulder. Your hand goes to her hair almost on instinct.

You “Favorite thing about me?”

Silence. You glance down. She’s knocked out.

You (laughing) “That’s crazy. Guess I’ll just take that as everything.”

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author’s note: idk if i find this cringe😭 seems okay enough lmao thanks for reading!

#madsxyins writes #paige bueckers #wlw #influencer #paige bueckers x reader #basketball #tiktok

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sillymommy6969 · 5 months ago

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝕭REAKING DISHES

Sophia Laforteza x fem!reader

summary: everyone’s obsessed with how girlfriend material sophia is, but only for a certain member of katseye. for scientific research, eyekons have made a video of moments sophia naturally acts like the gentlewoman she is

warnings: touchy!sophia, protective!sophia, fluff

pt. 2, pt. 3 (chatgpted the tagalog guys im so sorry!)

SOPHIA BEING THAT KINDA GIRLFRIEND FOR Y/N (FT. MEGAN ALWAYS CAUGHT AT THE SCENE)

17.2k likes | 330k views | 18th Dec, 24

*Loud technical difficulty transition* [ KATSEYE VLOG ] Day in the Life of KATSEYE | KATSEYE

Sophia was sporting a cool, black Drew jersey. The one you got her for her birthday after weeks of wanting it. Throughout the day, you’ve been growing tired of having the camera follow you around. Awoken by Megan and Sophia turning all the lights on in you, Daniela and Manon’s room, the blankets were yanked off your body and a kneeling Sophia tried nudging you awake.

Though Sophia’s soft voice motivated you to drag yourself out of bed, you already knew it was going to be a long day. Thank God for the breakfast the leader had made, or else you would never have been able to keep up with your PR training.

When dance rehearsal was over, your manager softly reminded all of you it was time to film tiktok’s for the Katseye instagram to promote the release of “Pop Star Academy: Katseye” on Netflix. Megan and Lara actually had a couple ideas to pitch this time around, but ultimately, the trend all seven of you seemed satisfied with was the water dumping on. Though you were staying on the more silent end of the discussion—your social battery draining rapidly with each moment your actions are streamed on video—you seemed to be voluntold.

[ Poor Y/N, she looks so tired… let my baby sleep please ]

“I think Y/N should do this one ‘cuz I’ve always wanted to dump water on her for fun,” Megan squealed, “Like I’ll do it to, but I definitely think Y/N should go first.”

You raised an eyebrow at the statement, your lips curving into a questioning smile. “Yeah, I mean… I don’t really mind it, but I wanted to do the ‘texting my sister’ one.”

The members began bickering which person should do which tiktok, and Sophia noticed you weren’t really engaged in the conversation. As the group discussed the pros and cons of hopping on certain tiktok trends, you remained silent, staring at the phone screens being shoved into the middle of the group. You nodded along with your lips pursed, uninterested in the brewing debate that was taking too long.

Eventually, Lara turned toward Y/N. "What do you think, Y/N? You’ve barely said anything. Would you be up for it?"

You hesitated, your head tilting in thought. "Um... I don’t know. I’m not really comfortable with getting soaked."

Manon frowned, raising an eyebrow. "Babe, you can do crazy ass splits and flips on a stage in front of hundreds and thousands of people, but you can’t get water chucked at you for a tiktok? What’s the difference?"

You opened your mouth to reply, but with the way your fingers had begun fidgeting with the hem of your tank, it was obvious to Sophia you were beginning to feel put on the spot. Before you could respond, Sophia interjected, her tone sharper than usual. "The difference is that it’s not the same. Y/N doesn’t owe anyone a tiktok performance, we can do another one."

Daniela being a mediator, stepped in to stop any conflict before people could take the situation out of context to fit certain narratives set during dream academy. "We’re just brainstorming, Sophia. No one’s forcing anyone."

"Good," Sophia shot back, her gaze unwavering. "Y/N can do one of the silly ones, no need to push."

[ She’s so protective of her gf it’s so AHHHHHHHHH ]

The room fell quiet for a moment, tension thick in the air. Y/N looked up at Sophia, her lips parting slightly in surprise.

"It’s fine," Y/N murmured softly. "I don’t mind doing it.”

[ She’s so cute protect her at all costs please ]

Sophia shook her head. "No, N/N, you don’t have to do it just ‘cuz eyekons want you to, okay? There’s tons of other ones we need to do, definitely no pressure."

Throughout the rest of the vlog, it was obvious Sophia had made it her mission to keep the others’—who had a significant amount more energy than you did—from walking all over you. They might not do it consciously, but the diverse personalities in this group can sometimes make things very chaotic and complicated. Sometime during the video’s dinner portion, the clip of Sophia’s hand resting on your thigh, holding you closer to her on the couch was cut into this video. The leader didn’t seem to notice, clearly actively involved in the conversations.

Megan, sitting beside you on the other side kept side-eyeing the hand on your thigh, shooting the camera a knowing look before trying to play it off like she hadn’t noticed.

[ Poor meiyok always caught third wheeling :// ]

*Loud technical difficulty transition* iheartradio Youtube video of KATSEYE’s podcast episode, where the Katz all sat around a table with the host at the head. Sat in order from eldest to youngest, you were sat between Sophia and Dani

“—That’s a very nice way to think about it, Y/N.” The host chuckled, earning a ring of soft laughter from the girls as well. Your cheeks were a little warm from the attention being pinned onto you, as the last couple questions seemed to be more directed towards you—one of the better singers who were also passionate about the songwriting.

“Yeah, it helps to stay positive, especially when we’re working late and health and morale can get really low.” you mumbled into the microphone, “But I love these girls, I try and make sure everybody’s doing okay as often as I can.”

The girls cooed, Daniela reaching over to rub the older’s shoulder with a dimpled smile. The cameras were separated into four angels, one on every two member and one on the host. The one focused on Y/N and Sophia filled the screen, Daniela’s hand peeking from the right side as the older sent her a smile. Sophia just stared, her eyes soft and her smile relaxed. Not the picture-perfect one she always sported for the cameras, and the subtle way her smile grew just a little bigger when Y/N looked down in fluster didn’t escape eyekons’ eyes.

[ THE WAY SOPHIA LOOKS AT HER OMG???? ]

“That’s amazing, the girls are lucky to have you.” The man said, “So here’s one more question, since ‘My Way’ has absolutely blown up recently, You were one of the writers credited for the song, and have gained multiple critic praises for the unique touch it added to your debut album. Can you tell us what inspired you to write the song?”

You nodded along with the question, and just as you were about to answer, soft fingertips came in contact with your temple, brushing your hair out of your face and behind your ear. There was a brief moment of silence for a second, before the girls began giggling at the abrupt pause.

“Y/N… you okay there?” Lara asked between chuckles.

“Yeah, babe, you’re looking a little red.” Daniela teased.

You caressed the strand of hair Sophia tucked back, your tongue darting across your lip as you tried steadying out your nervous breath. As the others laughed and joked about your reaction to the older woman’s habitual affection, you hid your face behind your hands. You could tell by the way heat flushed to your cheeks you were getting pink. Manon playfully shoved Sophia in the shoulder.

“Sorry, I wanted to fix Y/N’s hair.”

“Oh my God, Sophia, you broke Y/N,” the Ghanaian woman snorted, “Really did that your way, huh?”

“Mhm, stream ‘My Way’ on Soft is Strong, guys, so Sophia can keep doing things her way.” Megan added, the members humming and nodding in response to the not so subtle segway into promoting their album.

You were thankful the attention seemed to pull away from you. Running a hand through your hair and recollecting yourself.

[ THEY’RE SO CUTE IM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH ]

“Anyway, Y/N, you good to answer the question—?”

*Loud technical difficulty transition* Daniela and Manon’s Weverse live started off in their own hotel room, but after some freakouts and close-faced segments to hide their rooms from the camera, they somehow found their way to you and Sophia’s, where the other girls were hanging about

“No, wait, please! There’s no wifi!” Daniela screamed, the phone filming from under her face as she ran across the halls to another room. She pounded her fist against the door, impatiently humming before she knocked harshly again. “Guys, open up, there’s no wifi out here!”

The door clicked open to reveal a very confused Lara, who glanced between Daniela and the phone. “Wha—?”

Daniela pushes past Lara to enter the room, and as she sets it down on the TV cabinet, Megan could be seen playing roblox with Yoonchae on one bed, the two of them focused on their own phones as they bickered about the game. You and Sophia were snuggled up on the other bed, her hand over the pillow behind your head with her hood up. You laid under her arm, your phone in your hands. You were wearing some really high shorts, a lacey top and some socks, so your instinctive reaction was immediately to adjust the way you were sitting before you accidentally flashed everybody.

Sophia eyed the Latina bursting into the room, immediately catching the familiar Weverse live setup on her phone screen. The first thing she did was set her phone down, moving the blanket from under the both of you to cover your legs up. Her expression was hard, focused on protecting your body first.

The clip was edited to zoom in on the two of you in the background the split moment you were seen before Daniela moved to cover the both of you up after catching the look Lara was shooting her to the side (not that y’all could see). Sophia’s face looked murderous though.

“Daniela, you’re gonna get us doxxed.” Sophia barked from behind, still shielded away from the cameras, “Did you just run down the hall with the camera on?”

The blonde shook her head, “No, no, I had the camera up close to my face like this.” She grabbed the phone, pulling it close to her nose before setting it back down. “Manon had an emergency call, so I had to leave the room, but I made sure they couldn’t see anything other than me.”

[ Dani definitely got yelled at by Sophia after this… ]

user01 am i crazy or was laforl/n cuddling in the back jn

user02 WHY IS NOBODY TALKING ABT LAFORL/N

user03 The way they immediately moved apart like they were caught red handed

user04 dani just saw her life flash before her eyes

Eventually, everybody seemed to join in on the live. And even though Sophia was reserved at first, still sporting her grey hoodie and some basketball shorts, she came to sit behind Daniela and Megan who were on the floor. After changing into some sweats, you took a seat behind Megan, wrapping your arms around the girl as you rested your cheek atop her head.

Sophia’s hand instinctively found the small of your back, running up and down your spine as she argued with Lara about which Mik Mik about was better. You joined the conversation, telling Yoonchae and Megan the milk one was better than the chocolate before you and Megan began playfully fighting.

“Whatever, I don’t like you or your taste in Mik Mik.” Megan huffed, holding a hand up to your face.

“Is this because you think I’m ugly?” you bit back, pouting.

Sophia’s head immediately snapped towards you, her hand ceasing its comforting pattern along your back.

“Who said you were ugly?” Her head turning to the girls, narrowing her eyes. “Who made her say that about herself?”

Megan’s hands flew up in defence, but the immediate reaction gave Sophia the answer she needed before she hooked an arm around the younger’s neck, leaning down so her lips were just beside Megan’s ear to whisper, “Do you think she’s ugly, Skiendiel?”

The Indian woman shook her head, “No, ma’am.”

Sophia nodded, humming. Her arm noosed around Megan’s neck tighter. “So what do you have to say to Y/N, hm?”

user05 GYATT DAMN OKAY DADDY SOPHIA

user06 Y/N pop them legs open-

user07 WHAT THE FUCK SHES SO BF???

Megan grabbed your hands, looking deep into the older member’s eyes. “Y/N, baby, you are the most beautiful and precious being I have ever laid my eyes on and I’m sorry if, even for one second, made you think anything less, that is a hundred percent my fault and I am so deeply sorry.”

With a kiss to your forehead, Megan looks back at Sophia, who nodded with a satisfied hum. Her eyebrows furrowed and her jaw clenched. She slung her arm over your shoulder.

“That’s much better.” Sophia said, leaning to whisper in your ear, “Never ever, ever call yourself ugly, you understand?”

[ Love that she’s whispering like it’s just them ]

You nod, a hand over her shorts on her thigh. Her breath tickled the curve of your ear, the two of you sitting close and personal the whole live, which the eyekons ate up.

user08 nobody talk to me please

user09 sophia for being the responsible one you’re forgetting your pr training really hard rn

user10 Get me a woman who’d choke someone out if they called me ugly

user11 THEYRE SO GLARINGLY OBVIOUS WTF

*Loud technical difficulty transition* [ WEVERSE LIVE ] Sophia’s sitting on the floor of her room and asking eyekons how she should place stickers on her laptop

“I feel like the anchor should go next to the hibiscus (your charm) like this, y’know?” Sophia propped her laptop up, holding the stickers in place with her fingers before placing it down. Her face scrunched in thought, “I don’t know though, what do you guys think?”

[ She even wants their charms together hold my tea- ]

user01 yes laforty/n should be together in every universe

user02 Put the Katseye logo in the middle!!

user03 Doesn’t Y/N have your charm in her phone case

A knock sounded through the room before Sophia could answer any of the fans’ comments. Her head snapped towards the noise, seeing a translucent figure through the door. “Yeah? Who is it?”

“It’s me. Sophia, sweetie, I have a question.”

user04 SWEETIE IS CRAZY WORK

user05 the way i could recognize y/n’s voice is criminal

user06 Their PR team sweatin rn

Sophia got up to unlock her door quickly, sitting back down with her head turned towards Y/N. You were slightly onscreen, but not fully in view for everybody. You had on one of Lara’s tops, a pair of flare y2k jeans and a bandana wrapped around your hair. Even in the side, eyekons could see you twirling and spinning in place as Sophia’s eyes raked over your figure.

“Does this outfit look stupid? Megan said I should lose the bandana and wear sunnies, but I think this gives more of my vibe, y’know?” You said, smoothing out your shirt.

Sophia’s lips slowly curled into a smile, her eyes still darting up and down to take in your whole outfit. She especially liked the hoops you were wearing, the ones you and Daniela bought to match. God, she absolutely loved being your fashion critic. “I think you look hot,” she smirked, “Why don’t you ask eyekons.”

It was only then did you catch the phone sitting before her, the hearts and likes on live spiked immediately at your arrival.

“Sophia, I look so bad right now, you could’ve given me a warning!” You yelped, jumping out of frame in surprise. Sophia chuckled, looking back at her phone before turning back to you. She scootched closer, holding an arm out. “You never look bad, bebe. Don’t be shy, come say ‘hi’ to everybody.”

user07 I HEARD TAGALOG

user08 my filipino dad just asked if someone called me baby

user09 THE FILIPINA PET NAME IM CRYING

You walked into her open arm, letting her hand rest on the other side of your hip. You waved at the camera, smiling. “Sorry to interrupt, guys, I didn’t know Sophia was on live.”

“No, no, you didn’t interrupt,” Sophia immediately interrupted, “If anything, the eyekons were probably getting bored of me.” She pointed at the view count, as it rose from 13k to now a hefty 21k, everybody’s tuning in just ‘cuz you walked in.”

user10 quick to comfort her girlfriend i see

user11 Uhm nobody talking abt how fine y/n looks rn??

user12 i want laforty/n crumbs or i’ll starve

“Sounds like everybody likes the outfit,” Sophia snorted, instinctively fixing your jeans up higher so you wouldn’t flash anything you wouldn’t want to. “I’d say trust the eyekons’s sense of fashion more than Megan’s, ‘cuz between us, the girl gets mistaken for Adam Sandler way too often.”

You nodded, adjusting the bandana on your head.

“Completely agree. You guys are always glammed up and ready for a runway whenever we see you in person. There’s so many pretty eyekons out there, I can fill a book with the amount of compliments I don’t get to say at shows.” You scanned the comments, keeping a poker face as you glanced over the amount of Laforty/n comments. “Anyways, I should go. Manon and I are getting ready to leave.”

Sophia raised an eyebrow, silently asking you where the two of you were heading. You took a step offscreen to tell her you were going to pick up some booze for the girls. She nodded.

[ Sophia’s hand placement hello? ]

You waved to the camera, blowing the live a kiss before you got up to leave. “I’ll see you soon, eyekons. I love you!”

“I’ll miss you, bebe.” Sophia called after your disappearing figure, watching you close the door off camera. “Come back home on time for dinner, Yoonchae and I are making jjigae.”

[ #DOMESTICLAFORTY/N IS MY DRUG ]

*Loud technical difficulty transition* [ KATSEYE VLOG ] Yoonchae’s Graduation Party (KATZ EDITION) | KATSEYE

Daniela and Manon were quickly put in charge of decorations for the party they were throwing for Yoonchae’s high school graduation. While Megan was out distracting their maknae, the rest of Katseye buzzed on with their respective roles for the party. Lara was asked to help set up some partitions and strings for Manon and Daniela to hang things on. Leaving you and Sophia in charge of food.

“Y/N, can you hand me the chocolate chips?” the Filipina asked, focused on mixing up the dough in her bowl. She stuck a finger in, tasting some off the tip of her pinkie. “Hm, I think Yoonchae will want these a little sweeter, can you help me grab more sugar too, bebe?”

[ I looked it up guys ‘bebe’ literally means baby—SOPHIA LAFORTEZA CALLS Y/N L/N BABY IN TAGALOG ]

You hummed, moving around the kitchen to grab whatever the leader asked for. The editors of the video added some really cute lofi music to the two of you working cohesively, adding some adorable effects and cute captions here and there.

“Is it tasting okay?” you asked, your chin on her shoulder. She was taller so you peeked over her down at the bowl.

Sophia didn’t reply, instead, she grabbed the spoon to the side, taking a big scoop of cookie dough onto the spoon nicely. She didn’t move her body, finding comfort in the warmth of you against her. Her head turned, her hand raising to carefully stick the spoon into your mouth, her other hand held under your lips to catch whatever dough didn’t make it to your lips.

You moan softly at the sweet taste, eyes fluttering shut.

“Good then?” Sophia chuckled at the way you melted into her, “You’re eating more than you’re making.” She teased softly, glancing at you with a small smile.

You shrugged, “Quality control. You want some kimbap?”

She hummed in response. You returned to your kimbap, rolling the seaweed tightly and slicing it into neat rounds. A moment later, your concentration is cut and you held up one.

“Open up,” you said, fingers coming in contact with her lips gently as you set the food into her mouth.

She nodded, a hand up to her mouth to hide her chewing from the cameras. The editors added a sparkle effect to her eyes, as she eyed your growing smile. “It’s perfect,” she complimented, the tangy and salty taste lingering in her mouth.

“Does that mean I get more cookie dough?” you asked, feeling a bit bolder. You pouted, looking at her with hopeful eyes.

Her tilted her head. “We can’t eat all the food, it’s supposed to be for Yoonchae…” It took one look at your expression for her to immediately change her mind. “I’ll give you one more bite and that’s it until these are done, okay?”

You smiled, “Yes, ma’am.”

Once you had your second spoonful of dough, Manon and Daniela came in to check on the two of you. Upon spotting the bowl of dough Sophia was setting into small scoops on a tray, she gasped, immediately jogging over to hover over the leader.

“Sophia, can I have a bite, please? Pretty please!” she begged, bouncing on her feet, “That looks so good, oh my God.”

Sophia wagged a finger, focused on setting the dough down on the tray. “No, Dani, last time you wanted a bite you finished half the bowl. Nobody touches these until they’re done.”

The blonde whined, “Come on, just one… please?”

“You’ll get one when they’re done, Daniela Avanzini.”

You eyed the camera with a guilty smile, knowing you were the only one Sophia had trouble saying ‘no’ to.

[ Sophia has a soft spot for y/n… so real ]

#katseye x reader #katseye #sophia laforteza x reader #sophia laforteza #daniela avanzini #daniela avanzini x reader #lara raj #lara raj x reader #manon bannerman #manon bannerman x reader #megan skiendiel #megan skiendiel x reader #yoonchae

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callikari · 8 days ago

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YOU'RE HERE ★ THAT'S THE THING

PRECIS 。 "i've got you wrapped around my finger like a piece of ribbon!"

西村力 x fem!reader 698 fluff social media au mutual crush ─ friends to lovers heavy mutual pining on-camera tension

REBLOG FOR A KiSS

you’re adjusting your camera settings as your vlog starts recording—exposed sunlight hitting your cheekbones just right, lip gloss shining, energy light and bright.

“okayyy guys,” you sing, grinning into your lens. “today’s gonna be kinda iconic. i’m meeting up with the enhypen boys… yes, those enhypen boys. and we’re filming a joint vlog. it’s like streamers meet vloggers meets controlled chaos.”

from behind your camera, yujin sticks her tongue out. “you just want an excuse to look cute for riki.”

you shoot her a fake glare. “i literally dressed normal?”

“normal but hot,” rei adds, laughing.

riki’s stream starts a little later.

he’s already set up his cam, mic running as he lounges on the grass with a controller balanced on his knee, a bottle of banana milk beside him.

“today we’re doing something new,” he says, hair a little tousled under his cap. “irl hangout with the ive girls. my chat’s already going crazy.”

he glances at the live comments.

*riki please be normal when yn shows up

*don’t start giggling and kicking your feet again

*protect her at all costs

he’s literally gonna fall in love today and we’re gonna watch

he smiles softly. “you guys think i’d simp that hard?… okay, maybe.”

when your groups meet outside the café, there’s an overlap of cameras, laughter, and chaotic introductions.

you greet everyone, but your eyes linger on riki. he’s standing a little behind the others, hoodie half-zipped, a shy smile playing on his lips. he offers a soft “hey,” and you swear his eyes light up like pixels on a screen when you reply.

“hi riki,” you say, voice lighter than you mean it to be.

jay and gaeul are already leading the way into the brunch spot, but riki holds the door for you before following.

“thank you,” you say again, looking up at him.

he just nods, cheeks pink. “you always hold your camera with your left hand, right? i noticed.”

you blink. “you… noticed?”

he shrugs, like it’s obvious. “i watch your stuff.”

you don’t say anything, but your grin’s a little too wide, a little too giddy, and your camera catches it all.

your vlog cuts to walking through downtown—sun-drenched streets, iced drinks in hand, and riki casually reaching for your fingers when you cross a busy street.

you freeze for half a second, then look down.

your fingers are intertwined.

he doesn’t seem flustered, just glances at you and mutters, “just wanna make sure you don’t trip or something.”

“how gentlemanly,” you tease.

he nudges you with his shoulder. “chat would flame me if i let you fall.”

on his stream, the chat is losing it.

*HE’S HOLDING HER HAND OMG

*NOT THE CROSSWALK PRINCE

*this is so soft i’m gonna cry

*they look like a slice-of-life anime couple STOP

later, your camera captures a quieter moment on the rooftop.

you and riki are sitting a little apart from the others, sharing a snack, your legs barely brushing.

“you’re really different off-stream,” you say.

riki tilts his head. “in a good way?”

you nod. “yeah. you’re like… softer.”

he plays with the straw in his drink. “i think i just like talking to you.”

you blink. your stomach flips.

in the background, jungwon and wonyoung are arguing over who makes the best grilled cheese, but the moment stays still—yours and his.

when your vlog goes live that night, the comments flood in.

*the way he looks at her??? like she hung the moon

*“i think i just like talking to you” HELLOOOO??

*they have that ‘he fell first, she fell harder’ energy

*ship name WHEN

*riki opened the door, held her hand, AND listened to everything she said. we’ve already lost him.

riki streams again two days later, chat already hyped.

“sooo,” he says, leaning into the mic, “how’d i do on the collab?”

chat explodes.

*riki be honest did you rewatch the vlog

*did you save the crosswalk moment

*did you like, fall in love a little

he bites his lip, cheeks tinged pink.

“i didn’t just fall,” he says quietly, “i think i face-planted.”

chat goes wild.

and across the screen, a notification pops up:

@xo.yn: i tripped too.

vi says :: for my gfie mickie > < @chrrific

enhypen taglist :: @nocturnebite @cheruphic @chrrific @jungwonbropls @manariees @ijustwannareadstuff20 @ijustreallylike2read

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dragoneyelashart · 5 days ago

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vlogger

fluff ୨ৎ influencer! r x billie a/n: here's some fluff bc i'm in the mood n i love vlogs

the soft light of the late afternoon stretches across your bedroom, filtering through the gauzy curtains in lazy golden streaks that warm everything they touch. the air smells faintly of lavender and vanilla, a quiet reminder of the candle you lit earlier to chase away the last bits of stress from the day. the dogs are nestled at the foot of your shared bed, half-asleep, their steady breathing the gentle soundtrack beneath the low hum of your laptop. you sit cross-legged, the fabric of your sweatpants soft against your skin, your fingers moving automatically over the keyboard as you trim and tweak the latest footage from your tokyo trip vlog.

the screen glows with snippets of your chaotic day, spilled matcha, street food stalls, neon lights blinking like stars come to earth. the edits are almost done, and your tired brain is already thinking about the next video, the next story you want to tell. you’re deep in that comforting zone where everything slows down to the gentle rhythm of creation, when you hear the soft click of the bathroom door opening.

your head tilts up just in time to see billie step into the room, her damp hair curling at the ends, water droplets still clinging to her skin like tiny jewels. she’s wearing one of your oversized hoodies, the sleeves swallowed past her hands, and a pair of loose shorts that make her look impossibly cozy and relaxed. the warm scent of her shampoo mingles with the vanilla candle, making your chest tighten with that familiar fluttery feeling.

“hi,” she says, voice soft and a little sleepy, the way she always sounds just after a shower, like the world is still a little blurry around the edges.

“hey,” you murmur back, lifting the headphones off one ear and setting the laptop aside. your fingers find her hair, brushing it back gently from her face. she melts into your touch, settling herself sideways on the bed and curling into your lap, her cheek resting against your thigh.

you wrap your arms around her, feeling the steady rise and fall of her breath against you, the warmth of her skin through the soft cotton of your hoodie. the dogs shift slightly but don’t move, content to be near you both. the quiet intimacy of the moment wraps around you like a blanket, familiar and comforting.

“what are you working on?” she asks, voice muffled.

“editing the tokyo vlog,” you say, smiling at the memory. “the one where i turned into a human disaster at that tiny cafe.”

she laughs, a sound like sunshine. “matcha massacre, you called it.”

“exactly,” you say, nudging her gently. “it’s almost done. want to see?”

she nods eagerly, her eyes brightening as you pick up your laptop and angle the screen so she can see. she watches the clips with a grin, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on your knee.

after a moment, she sits up, pulling her knees to her chest. her cheeks are still pink from the shower steam, and her eyes hold that spark of curiosity that always makes your heart skip. “can i ask you something?” she says softly.

“anything,” you answer without hesitation.

she hesitates, then takes a deep breath. “can you teach me how to make vlogs? like, for when i’m on tour, or traveling. i want to remember everything, but i don’t know where to start. and you’re so good at it.”

your chest warms all over. she wants to learn from you. she trusts you. you close your laptop and reach for the drawer beside the bed, pulling out your favorite camera, the one you carry everywhere, the one that’s been your companion through every adventure.

“of course,” you say, holding it out to her. “i’ll show you everything.”

billie’s eyes widen, and she scoots closer, curiosity lighting up her face. “really?”

“really.” you smile, flipping the camera on so the screen lights up between you.

“okay,” you say, “so this camera does this—”

before you can finish, billie reaches out and presses a button.

“no, billie, don’t touch that idiot—”

you freeze, heart in your throat.

“i'm sorry! did… did i break it?” she whispers, panic flaring in her eyes.

you laugh, the tension breaking. “no, you didn’t break it. but you just set it to slow motion for the next three hours.”

she hides her face against your shoulder, giggling. “i’m terrible.”

“you’re adorable,” you say, brushing your fingers through her damp hair.

you spend the next hour sitting tangled up on the bed, patiently showing her how to hold the camera, explaining the basics, framing, lighting, how to speak naturally, how to capture moments without feeling awkward. she’s a quick learner, and you love the way she watches you with rapt attention, occasionally kissing your hand or squeezing your thigh.

you teach her how to check the battery, how to review footage, how to choose songs that fit the mood. you laugh together when she tries to film herself and the dogs and accidentally ends up with a bunch of blurry nose shots. she’s clumsy and sweet and so eager, and you’re already imagining how beautiful her vlogs will be.

when she finally gets the hang of it, you help her record a little practice clip, her voice soft and a little shy, telling the camera about the day, about how excited she is to learn. you hold her hand at the end and kiss her cheek.

“you’re going to be amazing at this,” you tell her. “i’ll be your biggest fan.”

she smiles, her eyes shining. after patiently walking billie through the basics, you finally hand her the camera and settle beside her, ready to help. she grips it nervously at first, her fingers just barely steady as she holds the device in front of her face. “okay, your turn,” you say softly, smiling encouragingly.

she clears her throat, looking down at the screen and then back up with a shy grin. “um… testing.... testing,” she says into the camera, voice a little unsure but getting more confident with every word. “can you guys see my beautiful girlfriend?”

you laugh quietly, heart swelling as she glances your way, eyes sparkling.

she presses the camera closer to you and leans over to press a sweet, quick kiss on your cheek, right on camera. “there she is,” billie murmurs, her face lighting up as she leans over toward you, camera still rolling. her lips find your cheek first, a soft, sweet kiss that makes your heart do that slow, stupid flutter.

then she looks up at you, eyes shining like they hold a secret just for you. “you’re amazing,” she whispers, voice tender.

without thinking, you close the small gap between you, your lips brushing hers in a kiss that’s slow and warm, full of everything quiet and beautiful in this moment. the camera tilts slightly as she shifts closer, laughter bubbling between kisses.

“okay, okay,” she giggles, pulling back just enough to smirk. “definitely getting the hang of this.”

you grin, brushing your nose against hers. “best vlog intro ever.”

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duvetchico · 1 month ago

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nice sweater

summary y/n and xinyu keep their relationship private, but fans catch on after suspicious flirting, shared clothes, and an instagram live slip-up that exposes y/n’s lockscreen.

genre fluff / roommates to lovers / soft-launch

pairing zhou xinyu x tripleS!25th!member

masterlist.

you’re not even sure when it started. the suspicious clothes swapping thing.

like, okay. borrowing hoodies in the dorm was normal. girl math. dahyun literally wore nien’s socks for a week and no one blinked. but xinyu? she went above and beyond. the “i just found this on your chair” excuse turned into “it looks better on me, anyway” way too fast.

and maybe you let her. maybe you liked how her sleeves were a little too long and how she’d grin when she caught you staring.

“that’s mine,” you muttered one morning, pointing at your cropped zip hoodie that she decided to wear like it was in her birthright. xinyu just raised an eyebrow, mug of coffee in one hand, hoodie half zipped and showing her tank top underneath.

“yours?” she smirked. “i thought you gave it to me after i called you cute in it.”

“you called me a bitch for wearing it.”

“same thing.”

you choked. dahyun, across the table, nearly dropped her cereal.

it got worse during the vlog shoot.

you were scheduled to film with nien, sohyun, nakyoung, and chaeyeon. easy. casual. everyone goofs around, cooks ramen, someone cries over spice, call it a day.

but the problem was that xinyu was there. and she was on something. something called “extreme flirting mode.”

the camera pans across the kitchen.

“okay! today we’re cooking—”

“do you think the viewers will like y/n’s outfit?” xinyu cuts in. she’s leaning behind you, chin almost touching your shoulder.

“what?”

“i mean… she’s wearing my shirt, but she makes it look better than me, no?”

you turn so slow it could be in a horror movie. “what are you doing?”

“complimenting you,” she shrugs. “i’m a supportive roommate.”

nien stares at the camera like she’s losing her mind.

later, when you try to scoot away from her on the couch, xinyu just grabs your hoodie string and pulls you back with a smile like the devil himself. “don’t run. i haven’t finished simping.”

“can you not say that word on camera.”

nakyoung snorts. “bro it’s too late.”

the instagram live was an accident.

you were just trying to be cute and say goodnight to the fans. someone asked what time it was in korea, and you—being the smoothest idiot alive—flipped your camera to show the lockscreen.

and.

oh.

shit.

there she was. xinyu. asleep in bed, hoodie sleeves pulled over her hands, hair messy, one cheek squished into your pillow. and the worst part? the kissy mark you drew over the picture. like a literal stamp of you’re mine.

“HELLO????”

“IS THAT XINYU???”

“NOT THE KISS STAMP BYE”

“Y/N????????”

“THE SOFT LAUNCH IS CRAZY”

you went dead silent. the screen froze on your blank stare for a solid five seconds. then you just said:

“…so, uh, it’s 11:13PM.”

like that would save you.

you didn’t speak to her for an hour. she walked into your room grinning like she won the lottery.

“you’re unbelievable,” you muttered, stuffing your face into a pillow.

“thanks,” she smiled. “your fans think i’m wife material.”

you peeked at her through your fingers. “you’re not.”

xinyu tilted her head. “you kept a photo of me sleeping. with hearts drawn on it.”

“…shut up.”

“baby, you soft-launched me. i win.”

you screamed into the pillow.

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returnofeternity · 2 months ago

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Thoughts for being adult shauna's streamer!gf?

im a hardcore twitch frog so im always thinking about streamer!reader who's famous enough to have irl stans + who's dating a yellowjacket because i feel like there's a lot to work with....

for example, going to the gas station with shauna and someone happens to recognize you and shauna's already ready to fight because they've been staring for a while and she just assumes they're some crazed yellowjackets fan. she's got her mouth open to tell them off when she hears "excuse me" from behind but they immediately start gushing about you 😭 soo embarrassing having to explain to your 42 year old girlfriend that you stream for a living....

she's prolly a little apprehensive about it at first but she's willing to accept your lifestyle <3

now that you're finally out about being a streamer, you start bringing it up more and asking if you can film vlogs around her and stream at her house :3 she knew you were a gamer but she didn't know you were secretly streaming all those nights. you also definitely got dating rumors because she'd randomly pop in and tell you to stop banging the desk so loud because she's about to go to sleep and chat kept asking who she was lmfao

filming vlogs with her!! she allows it but doesn't really like to be in them. the first video you revealed her in was a complete accident also. before, you'd usually hold the camera yourself and try to keep her out of frame, but you needed her to hold it one time and her old ass accidentally flipped the camera 😭 you kept it in and also asked if you could show her first and she agreed because how many people could possibly watch you? surely not around 600...

she hates how you clutter the living room with all your games and wires -__- i know she's stepping on game cases all day and grumbling to herself "no, it's okay, i'll clean up your mess, don't worry." while you're in the living room snacking on something 😭

thinking of shauna going through all the effort to make a twitch account just to tell you to be quiet because you're screaming too loud in your streaming room 😭

honestly....i think she'd love to do bits with you... begging and begging her to join a co-op game with you just for a bit and shauna using her British voice for it LMFAO. you have to test it out first because she does Not know how to join....bits where you have her barge in off-screen and say something crazy..

using your streaming money to take her on vacations (also for tax write offs...) and treating her right. maybe meeting up with streaming buddies and introducing her as your girlfriend ^.^ finally getting out of wiskayok and just enjoying each others company while spoiling her like she deserves.

i know she suggests games for you to play too because she doesn't know what the fuck among us is, why don't you play the good shit like tetris or minesweeper?!!

#yellowjackets x reader #shauna shipman x you #shauna shipman x reader #shauna shipman #shauna shipman thoughts 💭#© returnofeternity #yellowjackets

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jinisnuggets · 6 months ago

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Hey, how are you? May I request an idol Choi San x male reader ? The reader has an obsession with Sanrio and shojos. San always appears in his vlogs, and they are very lovey-dovey, but San's face has always been hidden in the vlogs. Fluff, please! Sorry if it's long

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Si tu veux des ajustements ou une autre manière de le formuler, fais-le-moi savoir !

➳ ᏦᏬᏒᎧᎷᎥ

PAIRINGS | Idol! San x Vlogger! Male! Reader

WORD COUNT | 0.8k

GENRE | Fluff

WARNINGS | Male reader acts feminine! No actual name of bf mentioned

SYNOPSIS | On your anniversary with your mysterious boyfriend, you decided to film a vlog of your special day.

NETWORKS | @k-library @starlit-network @blossomnet @illusionnet

A/N | Hi anon! Firstly, I'd like to thank you for being specific with your request while still giving me creative freedom. Truly! I thank you tons for hopefully reading through my rules and following them! 💗 Next! I believe you put in a request for Soobin with almost the same prompt, I made this so you can also imagine him with it as well if you would wish :) one more thing, I genuinely have no idea how to write a french reader, so I apologize for that -v-

Your jacket was wrapped around your waist with your crop top neatly tucked underneath your jeans. You took the phone which was neatly stored into your pocket and removed it, going into the camera app before pressing the record button.

You set your phone on the desk and took a seat, waving at the phone.

“Hello-” You started but quickly burst out laughing.

No matter how many times you did your intro you'd never get used to the silliness of practically greeting a camera.

“Okay - for real this time-”

“Hello! So, if you were here for my last vlog, I spoke about the 3 year anniversary with my boyfriend. And it's today- well probably not whenever this comes out- but the point is that it's today, as in the day I'm filming this and we'll be spending some time together.”

“For starters, I will not be filming everything today since it is a special day and would like to spend it mostly with him. Alone-” you teased, laughing again before standing up and walking a far distance from the phone.

“Do you guys think this will do or should I wear something else?” You chuckled, going back to the phone after posing for a bit and picking it up, bringing it with you to your bed.

“He's going to pick me up so I'm just going to wait here.”

You rolled over and flipped the camera angle, revealing the bookshelf above your bed which was full of comical mangas.

You picked up the action figure which sat above and showed the camera.

“I recently got this on my trip to Japan, I thought it was really cute.” you stated enthusiastically.

“I know I'm gonna be seeing a lot of comments saying ‘oh but Y/n, you already have a lot of Kuromi’s-’ but I don't know what to do- I can't stop collecting them; they're too cute.” you whined, placing the action figure back on the shelf along with your other collection of Kuromi’s.

You looked at the phone and smiled.

“He's here, so I'm gonna go ahead and go to the parking lot.” You said, opening the door after slipping on some shoes and making your way down the stairs. You walked down silently so as to not disturb your neighbors and searched the lot for his car, spotting it shortly after and beginning to walk towards it.

You knocked on the window and opened the car door, taking a seat on the passenger seat and glancing over at him.

“Hello!” You immediately said, opening up your arms as he leaned over and hugged you tightly.

Embracing you warmly, he planted a kiss on your lips and refused to let you go. “Jeez, I missed you so much.” He started as you nodded, returning him that same comforting hug.

“Are you recording?” He asked as you nodded, “yeah, I hope you don't mind.”

“No, of course not.”

He grabbed the phone and showed himself on the screen, waving at the soon to be audience while smiling brightly

“Hello! I'm smiling but you won't be able to see that.” He teased the camera, placing the phone in the middle of the car indent

“True.” You added, laughing in the process. “They're so curious, but unfortunately we can't reveal yet. Maybe in a couple more years we will.” You smiled as he nodded.

“Definitely.”

He started driving out of the lot and into the driveway, passing places as you both chatted about random things. Whenever he stopped at red lights, you always leaned in to kiss his cheek and he occasionally teased you by turning his head the moment you did so.

It made you shy, but you just continued doing so.

You had always had the reputation of being the lovey dovey couple, it honestly somewhat shocked you that your viewers still hadn't caught on to who the mysterious man was, especially when it was that obvious, so recognizable.

But you weren't complaining, it was a good thing if not.

Holding hands, you both walked through the aisles of the mall, before he stopped and left in another direction. You were looking at some mangas and showing your camera the books you found yourself interested in.

“This one looks interesting.” You pointed at a specific manga within the row of books before you felt a tap on your shoulder.

You turned around and found your boyfriend there, you stared at him confused until he revealed his hands from behind his back.

“I don't know if you have it already…” he shyly stated as he revealed a Kuromi which you had been dying to get your hands on.

“No freakin way - they have it here!??” your eyes sparked with light as you took to figure from his hands.

“Yes!” He immediately responded, making you run over to the direction you saw him going, really just guessing the direction but either way it had worked because you found it.

“I'm buying it…” you started before he shook his head and planted a kiss on your hair.

“No need, I already put anything you want on my card don't worry.” He smiled as your eyes watered.

“Damn you… making me shed tears publicly..”

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blissfulflw · 19 days ago

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°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･𝑈𝑛f𝑖𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝐹𝑢𝑛

Pairing- Kim Chaewon x fem reader

Genre- Fluff

Word count- 3056

A/N: I Lowk love this fic so I’m gonna make a few spin offs like in practices afterwards, in the dorms that type of stuff.

Part 2

Practices - Dorms - Interviews - Awards - Prank

The camera was already rolling, red light blinking softly from its perch on the tripod. Sakura laughed brightly somewhere off to the side, her energy infectious as always. Eunchae’s voice rose above the chatter, teasing Yunjin with something that made the older girl fake a dramatic gasp.

Chaewon sat in her usual place on the studio couch, posture relaxed, smile easy. She’d done this a thousand times. The group’s YouTube content was second nature by now—games, challenges, behind-the-scenes vlogs. It was meant to show the world how close they were. How happy. How effortlessly they clicked.

Her eyes drifted, like they always did, toward the edge of the set.

You stood there, arms crossed, expression unreadable beneath the soft studio lights. Designer hoodie, designer sneakers, eyes like glass. Quiet. Polished. Untouchable. You weren’t doing anything wrong—but that was what made it worse. You never did anything wrong. Never loud, never rude, never out of place. Just… cold. Always cold.

Chaewon didn’t know when the irritation had started. Maybe the first week of training, when you barely spoke unless someone asked you something directly. Maybe the first time she saw you smile like it was scripted. Whatever it was, it grated on her nerves.

“You ready?” the manager asked.

You nodded, eyes flickering toward the camera, then to the group. You didn’t smile. Not yet.

When the intro music played, it was like flipping a switch.

You stepped forward, voice a little higher, smile just right, posture loose enough to pass as “relatable.” You weren’t fake exactly—just performing. And Chaewon hated how good you were at it.

“Hi everyone, welcome back to our channel!” Eunchae beamed. “Today, we’re playing ‘Guess the Member’ with childhood photos!”

As the group clapped and cheered, Chaewon caught the briefest glimpse of you glancing toward the door, like you’d rather be anywhere else.

God, she’s insufferable, Chaewon thought. Why even debut in a group if you’re going to act like you don’t want to be here?

“Y/N,” Sakura chirped, “you okay?”

You blinked, as if you hadn’t realized anyone was speaking to you. Then the smile returned. “Yeah. Just zoned out.”

Chaewon didn’t believe it for a second.

Sakura flipped through the pile of childhood photos with her usual energy, letting the group take turns guessing who was who. Laughter filled the room as the members debated the most embarrassing, cringey photos from each other’s pasts. Eunchae was always quick to make wild guesses, while Yunjin was far too smug when she knew something no one else did.

But when the next photo appeared on the screen, the entire room fell silent.

It was a picture of a young you—around ten or eleven, maybe. You were curled up in a massive, plush bed, the kind that seemed designed more for a luxury hotel than a home. The headboard, gilded and decorated with intricate carvings, was almost as high as your body. Your legs were tucked beneath a thick comforter, headphones perched over your head, and you were so absorbed in a book that you hadn’t even noticed the camera.

There was nothing particularly extraordinary about it. No wild smile, no exuberant joy. Just a child, alone, in a room that looked more like a museum than a bedroom.

“Is that… Y/N?” Yunjin asked slowly, squinting at the screen. The others glanced at you, their expressions unreadable.

The silence stretched as no one said anything for a long moment. The image didn’t make sense to them. They all knew the version of you that was polished, composed, maybe even a little cold. But this—this was the version that didn’t fit. You weren’t playing at being perfect. You weren’t trying to impress anyone.

You were just… existing. Quietly. Alone.

“Wait, is that a book?” Eunchae tilted her head, frowning slightly. “Y/N, you read as a kid?”

You didn’t respond immediately. Instead, you stared at the screen, the edges of your lips twitching slightly as you tried to keep the mask in place. The camera was still on you.

Finally, you gave a soft shrug, not quite defensive, but distant. “Yeah. I liked reading.”

Chaewon’s gaze lingered on the photo. For a split second, she could’ve sworn she saw something flicker across your face—something deeper than the practiced indifference you always wore. But before she could make sense of it, you snapped back to your usual cold composure.

“Next one,” you muttered, turning your attention elsewhere, arms crossing tighter as if to shield yourself.

But Chaewon’s mind didn’t leave the image. You, curled in silence. Quiet. Alone.

The rest of the session went on, but Chaewon couldn’t shake the image from her mind. It was strange—she hated how easy it was to feel sorry for you, and yet… you wouldn’t let anyone see anything real.

Still, the contrast of how you appeared on screen versus that picture haunted her. It didn’t fit the perfect little act you put on for the camera.

_____

Later that day, after the shoot had wrapped, the group gathered in the lounge to relax. You’d already taken your place at the farthest corner of the room, the same distant look in your eyes that Chaewon had seen so many times before. Eunchae was talking animatedly about some new idea for the channel, but Chaewon wasn’t listening.

She was watching you.

You weren’t talking to anyone. No one was even near you. You had your phone out, scrolling through something, but your expression remained the same—blank, distant, closed off.

Chaewon’s gaze narrowed. There was so much more to you, she was sure of it. And it frustrated her to no end that she couldn’t understand you.

Just when she thought she might approach, maybe try to talk, you looked up suddenly, catching her staring. For a fleeting moment, the coldness in your eyes softened, but then it was gone, replaced by the same indifferent expression.

“Is something wrong, Chaewon?” you asked flatly, but your voice had that strange edge to it. Like you didn’t want anyone to talk to you.

Chaewon didn’t respond immediately. She wasn’t sure what to say. The questions swirled in her mind, but the answers always felt just out of reach.

“No,” she finally said, though she wasn’t sure if it was a lie or not.

The two of you stared at each other for another beat before you turned away, pulling the hood of your sweatshirt a little tighter over your head. Chaewon felt an unexplainable frustration rising within her, but she didn’t say anything.

She was just so tired of the distance.

_____

After the “Guess the Member” game wrapped up, the group decided to play another game, one that had always been a favorite: the Pocky Game.

The rules were simple: two people would face off, each holding a Pocky stick between their teeth. The goal was to eat the Pocky without breaking eye contact, without pulling away. If someone pulled away too early, they’d lose.

Chaewon watched as the members eagerly picked their partners. Yunjin and Sakura were paired up first, both joking around as they took their turns. The laughter was loud and lighthearted as they played, but Chaewon felt her gaze inevitably drift toward you. You had barely spoken all day, and now you were looking particularly reserved, your hands fidgeting in your lap.

Your turn was coming soon. Chaewon could sense it.

The rules weren’t complicated, but for some reason, she couldn’t shake the feeling that you’d be the most awkward participant. It wasn’t like you to open up or let people get too close. You kept to yourself, always hiding behind that cold mask.

Sitting at the far end of the couch, Chaewon watched you out of the corner of her eye. When it was finally your turn to participate, you reluctantly stood up, shoulders tense, and walked toward the center of the group, clearly not thrilled by the idea. Chaewon caught a glimpse of your lips pulling into the slightest frown as you joined the circle, your eyes darting to the floor like you were trying to find a way out.

“Y/N, you’re up!” Eunchae called, excitement in her voice.

You flinched at the attention, your face immediately flushing a soft pink. Chaewon couldn’t help but notice how your eyes avoided anyone else’s, refusing to meet anyone’s gaze. You weren’t just shy; you were visibly flustered, uncomfortable with the idea of being so close to someone. Your mask slipped for just a moment, and Chaewon, of all people, found herself… softening.

She knew that look. The nervousness, the hesitation. The way you tried to shrink into yourself to avoid being the center of attention.

“Who are you going with, Y/N?” Sakura asked, a playful grin tugging at her lips.

You hesitated, glancing at the others, before your gaze landed on Chaewon. It was quick, barely noticeable, but Chaewon caught it.

“Uh… Chaewon,” you muttered, as if the words were forced from your mouth.

Chaewon blinked, surprised for a moment before she smiled. “Alright, looks like I’m up.”

The two of you stood facing each other, the tension thick in the air. You took a deep breath, trying to steel yourself for what was about to happen. Chaewon noticed your hands shaking slightly, but you did a good job of hiding it by keeping them loosely clenched at your sides.

“Ready?” Chaewon asked, trying to make it lighthearted, but it was clear from the way your eyes flickered nervously to the floor that you weren’t ready at all.

You barely nodded.

The members had already started teasing you. “Aww, look at Y/N,” Yunjin teased, “She’s already blushing.”

“Don’t worry, Y/N,” Eunchae chirped. “Chaewon is easy on the eyes.”

You didn’t respond, your face turning even redder at the attention. It was all too much. The teasing. The eyes on you. You just wanted it to be over.

Chaewon wasn’t sure what to expect, but when you finally lifted the Pocky stick to your lips, your eyes were locked firmly on the floor, avoiding everyone. Chaewon bent forward slowly, a teasing smirk tugging at her lips as she tried to hold back a laugh.

It was clear from the start: you were terrified. Not of the game, but of the closeness—the proximity to another person, the chance of eye contact. And it made Chaewon strangely protective.

The first bite was almost sweet. But as the game went on, the distance between your faces lessened, and the tension built. Chaewon could see you trembling just a little. Your hands twitched at your sides, and you kept stealing glances at her, but only for a fraction of a second, as though terrified of what might happen if your eyes met. Your lips were close now, just a breath away, but your gaze never lifted.

Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore. You pulled away suddenly, your cheeks a deep shade of crimson. You didn’t even finish the Pocky stick. You just took a step back, practically fleeing the scene, though you tried to mask your retreat with a cool demeanor.

“W-what?” you stuttered, eyes avoiding everyone’s. “I’m not good at games like this…”

The group burst into laughter, but it wasn’t cruel. It was affectionate, teasing in the way only friends could be.

“Y/N, you were so cute!” Eunchae exclaimed. “Look at your face—so flustered!”

“I thought you were going to die from embarrassment!” Sakura added with a laugh.

Chaewon couldn’t help herself; a smile tugged at her lips. You had been so adorably shy. It was a side of you that no one got to see, and she found herself strangely entranced by it.

But you, of course, wouldn’t let them see it. You quickly recovered your composure, muttering under your breath, “It’s just a game… no big deal.”

Still, when you returned to your spot on the couch, your eyes remained glued to the floor, avoiding anyone’s gaze. Chaewon couldn’t shake the image of you, flustered and real, so different from the perfect, untouchable persona you always put on.

She swallowed the urge to say something, to ask if you were okay. It wasn’t her place, she told herself. You’d never let her close enough to ask.

But even as the laughter died down and the game continued, Chaewon couldn’t stop thinking about how flustered you had been.

_____

The Pocky game was just the beginning. As the vlog continued, the atmosphere among the members shifted subtly, especially after they had noticed how easily flustered you’d become. There was something almost endearing about the way you responded to the attention, and they couldn’t resist the urge to tease you just a little more.

“Alright, time for the next game,” Sakura announced, clapping her hands together. “We’re going to play Truth or Dare!”

There was a chorus of excited groans from the group, but no one seemed to mind. Everyone knew that Truth or Dare would always get the funniest reactions. Yunjin, with her signature mischievous grin, immediately raised her hand.

“Can we make it spicy? Just a little?” she asked with a wink, clearly looking at you.

You stiffened at the suggestion, but your discomfort only made the members laugh. They knew you didn’t like attention, but now they were curious—how far could they push it before you’d break? How much would it take to get you to react?

“We’ll see what happens,” Eunchae said with a wink, clearly enjoying the idea of teasing you. “But no backing out, Y/N. You’re playing this one!”

You tried to ignore their banter, pulling your hoodie up slightly over your head to shield yourself from the attention. But it was too late. Everyone was already focused on you, waiting to see how you’d respond.

The game began innocently enough. Members took turns asking each other embarrassing questions or daring them to do silly things. Chaewon was her usual self—confident, composed, but not without a sense of playful edge. She seemed to be in a good mood, but when her turn came, she paused, glancing over at you.

“Y/N,” Chaewon said, her voice dropping just a little. You looked up, meeting her gaze for the first time in what felt like forever. Your eyes widened for a second before quickly flicking down to the floor again.

“Truth or dare?” Chaewon asked, leaning forward with an expectant smile, clearly enjoying the moment.

You hesitated, your throat tight. You had always hated being put on the spot, and the teasing glint in Chaewon’s eyes wasn’t helping.

“Truth,” you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper.

Chaewon’s grin widened. “Okay, let’s see… What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve done in front of the members?” she asked with a light chuckle.

The rest of the members leaned forward, eager to hear your answer. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as you avoided their gaze, your mind racing for a safe answer. But there was no escaping the question. You were trapped.

“I… I don’t know,” you mumbled, the words slipping out awkwardly. “I’m always fine around you guys. Nothing embarrassing.”

That wasn’t entirely true, but you couldn’t bring yourself to admit how much you’d been struggling with the group’s energy, how shy you’d felt when everyone began teasing you more openly. It wasn’t a big thing, but it felt huge to you.

“Aw, come on! You must have something!” Yunjin prodded, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “We saw how flustered you got during the Pocky game. Surely, there’s something else you’re hiding.”

The group burst into laughter at Yunjin’s comment, and you felt your face turn a deeper shade of red.

Before you could say anything, Chaewon chimed in, her voice almost teasing. “Don’t worry, Y/N. You don’t have to tell us everything. We already know you’re a little shy when it comes to us.”

Your eyes flickered up, and there was a strange softness in Chaewon’s gaze as she spoke. It almost felt like a… compliment, but you couldn’t be sure.

The group’s teasing didn’t let up, but it was mostly lighthearted. They didn’t want to push you too hard—they just loved how easy it was to get a reaction from you. Even Chaewon was getting a little more playful than usual, noticing how easily you blushed when the others teased you.

“Okay, okay, let’s move on,” Sakura interjected, sensing your discomfort. “Y/N’s turn to ask.”

You blinked, startled by how quickly the attention had shifted away from you. It was like everyone had just… decided to go easy on you, but not without teasing you one more time.

You cleared your throat, trying to regain some semblance of composure. “Alright… Chaewon,” you said, your voice a little shaky but still steady. “Truth or dare?”

Chaewon raised an eyebrow, obviously intrigued. “Dare,” she said, her voice full of confidence.

You swallowed hard, trying to think of something—anything—that would make her flustered in return. But the truth was, you couldn’t think of anything that would compare to how your face felt right now. You had no choice but to go for something simple.

“I dare you… to give me a compliment,” you said, barely able to keep your voice from shaking.

The room fell quiet for a moment. Even the members seemed caught off guard by your request. But Chaewon, always confident, didn’t hesitate for a second. She leaned forward, her eyes locking with yours, and her voice was soft but sincere.

“You’re honestly one of the most interesting people I’ve ever met, Y/N,” Chaewon said. “You’re not like anyone else. You might act like you don’t care, but I can tell you do. You’re strong… even when you don’t show it.”

You froze.

The room went silent for a moment, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest. Chaewon’s words were unexpectedly kind, and they hit deeper than you anticipated. Your face was completely flushed now, the heat of embarrassment mixing with something else—something softer.

The group, noticing the shift, immediately erupted in teasing laughter.

“Aww, Chaewon, you’re soft,” Eunchae teased. “You’ve got a thing for Y/N, don’t you?”

You couldn’t look up, could barely breathe as you stared at the floor, your face burning.

Chaewon, on the other hand, was smiling again, but her smile held a hint of something more. She’d noticed it too. That shift. She’d caught you off guard.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year ago

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Follow You Anywhere 1

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, controlling behavoiour, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You're online existence threatens to leak into your real life.

Characters: Captain Syverson

Note: I couldn't help myself.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

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"So... this is what it looks like today?" You aim your camera at the sky outside your window, "sorry, the screen is kinda in the way."

You let out a nervous chuckle and flip the camera to yourself. You make a silly face. You were never overly fond of your image on the screen but the vlogs help. Like a little diary, mostly for yourself. You and your seven followers on Insta.

You bat your lashes and fix the clip in your hair, "oh, I got this free. Yeah, I bought a new hair oil and they threw this in the bag." You let your thoughts run wild from your tongue. You found a journal too daunting, the blank lines leaving you just as empty. This is easier. "Anyway, I shouldn't have spent the money to begin with."

You give another splintered laugh. The one you let out when you're anxious, or scared, or happy, or even mad. You bite your lip and catch yourself in your digitized reflection. You stop and turn your camera to your bedroom.

"Today, I'm gonna clean this mess. Me and you guys together."

You scour the room with the lens. Your laundry is piled on the floor and you have a stack of books you need to put on the shelf. It isn't the worst it's been but it's getting cluttered.

"But first, we'll have breakfast, can't start the stream on an empty stomach," you chirp and nearly drop the phone, "oops, uh..." You fix your grip and check the number in the corner. You have one viewer; on a good day, it's three, most days, it's just you talking to the void.

You go into the kitchen, just down the short hall from your bedroom, opening into your living room. You go to the counter and prop up the phone so the camera is on you again. You tap your fingers and hum.

"What should we have for breakfast?" You ask. You don't feel as crazy talking to yourself even if there's really no one watching. "Oo, French toast. Gotta use up the eggs."

You go to the fridge and pull out the eggs and the milk. You bring them back to the counter, shuffling around for a bowl, a whisk, and the cinnamon.

You mix up your ingredients and dip the bread, one piece at a time. You put on a skillet and fry up the slices, presenting a stack of three to the camera. You smile and dust some icing sugar over the top.

“Probably shouldn't have all this sugar for breakfast,” you shrug at the camera, “alright, quick break…”

You put the stream onto the ‘back soon’ page and take your plate to the small foldout table against the wall. You're not a fan of eating on camera. You finish and rinse up before snatching your phone up again.

You return to your bedroom and put the phone on a middle shelf and flip the stream back to live. Still that one viewer…

“Anyway, I'm back,” you wave at the lens.

You hesitate, looking around as you stand straight and spin. Cleaning, right. Before you can set to work, the phone dings.

A message?

You go back to your phone and squint at the chat bubble floating up.

‘Looked delicious too.’

“It was,” you agree with a grin, “thanks.”

‘Don't mean the toast.’

The next message has you blinking. Your nape burns. They can't mean… you clear your throat and giggle.

“Well, let's get started,” you back up and clap your hands, “you know, I've been so carried away with work. This place is a pigsty.”

You sit on the floor and sort through the clothes. You toss them into the basket as you sit in silence. You stop yourself and glance at the phone.

“How about some tunes?”

You walk on your knees to your bedside and turn on your bluetooth speaker. You go to your phone and find a playlist before pulling the stream back to full screen. As you do, you hear a noise you've never heard before.

‘BourbonBear has tipped.’ Huh? Really?

“Oh, thanks, er, BourbonBear,” you giggle around the name, “how nice. Maybe one day I can afford a proper camera for this, huh?”

You smile and go back to the dirty clothes. You quickly ball up a pair of panties and shove them in the basket. You carry on until they're all untangled.

You move on and tidy your desk, bending underneath to gather up a few loose pens. You make your way around the bedroom, putting away books, fixing the blankets on the bed, and straightening the little figurines on the shelf above the bed.

You grab the stick vacuum and suck up the dirt and proclaim your task done. It took a lot longer than you thought. It's after eleven. The one viewer is still there.

“Whew, okay, I'm gonna get myself washed up and go to the park. Maybe I'll post that later,” you give a thumbs up next to your head as you talk to the phone, “thank you.”

You end the stream and let out a sigh. Your videos aren't much and you doubt they're very interesting but it's like venting for you. Almost like having an invisible friend. You think you will take some pictures of the flowers to share.

🧸

You take your usual path through the park. The walks help you unwind your worries. You try to come after work at least a couple days during the week and both days on the weekend. You find the mindlessness of the routine to be calming.

The deeper you get into the wooded length of the path, you slow to admire the birds in the branches and the critters crawling in the brush. You take out your phone and snap a few photos of a blue jay before it wings away shyly. You smile and flip the cam, smiling as you take a goofy selfie. You can add that to your post.

The path winds ahead and you follow it in the din, listening to the river just down the incline to your left and the tweeting from the sky. You lift your face and inhale the woodsy scent. The sudden crack of a twig startles you and you spin to face the noise. There's no one there. Sometimes you forget other people are free to just walk on through.

You chuckle at yourself and continue on. The path leads out to a suburban street where you like to look at the houses. They're much more spacious and pretty than your grimy brick apartment building.

You come out from the shade of the trees and wander along the avenue. There's a mailbox painted to look like the house it stands before and a little nook for second hand children's books to be borrowed through the neighbourhood. Sometimes you picture yourself living in one of those houses though you don't think it could ever truly be.

As you crane your head, you sense a shadow in your peripheral. You're walking a bit slow. You sidle to the side to get out of the way of the other pedestrian. When no one passes, you look back. No one.

You must be imagining things. You shrug and plod along. You're already thinking of what kind of tea you'll have when you get in.

🧸

You sit down with your mug of ginger citrus tea and set to editing your post. You add a light filter to the photos as you shuffle through them on your laptop. The process is slow as the computer is nearly five years old now and chuffing on its 4GB drive. You get to the selfie you snapped, a stop.

You lean in to get a better glimpse of the background. It's fuzzy but there's a figure just over your shoulder. How could that be? You looked and there was no one there. That's so strange.

You stare as a chill courses through you. You're thankful you hadn't put your earphones in. You wouldn't have heard whoever it was and they may have even snuck up on you. Or maybe it's just a trick of the light.

You hit ‘post’ and try to shake off the foreboding. It's nothing. You're being silly. Besides, you're home and safe now. Next time, you'll be more alert.

A message pops up. You stare at the dot over the chat bubble. You tap with your thumb and bring up the DMs.

'Stream tonight?' BourbonBear asks.

You tilt your head. You already did some today. You're tired and want to lie down and enjoy your time off. You type back 'sorry, not tonight. tomorrow <3' and another notification vibrates. A comment on your latest post.

'Pretty sweater', also from BourbonBear. You heart their comment and leave a thanks below.

You flip back to the selfie. You can't really see your sweater in the picture, just the scalloped knitting of the collar. Well, you suppose it does look cute. You put your phone down and leave it on your desk. That's enough Insta for today.

🧸

You time your shopping trip for the least busy hour. It's early and the store is almost empty except for employees stacking bread on shelves or wandering listlessly around the deli. You have your phone in the basket of the cart, aimed at you as you roll it along slowly and check your list.

The stream is just as empty. It's only just started but you don't expect too many people to be up at this hour. You stop and grab a loaf of sourdough, checking the date before showing it to the lens and putting it in the cart. You smile and announce the next item.

"Strawberries... you know I was thinking I might get raspberries instead," you say, catching the eye of one of the yawning employees. You must seem like a weirdo. It's why you typically don't film in public.

As you roll around to the fruit, you notice the count change. One viewer. You choose a basket of raspberries and show those. You see a message float up; morning.

You smile and return the greeting softly and place the berries down carefully beside your phone. You need yogurt to go with the berries.

You work down the list, making some substitutes as you tick off each item. You linger in the ice cream section a bit too long and talk yourself out of a gallon of rocky road. You lean on the handle of the cart and smile down at the lens.

"Going to check out," you say, "see you all later."

All? There's still just the one. You end the stream and take your phone out of the basket.

You wheel around to checkout and line up at the only open till. You put your items up as you greet the cashier with a smile. She seems tired as she gives a dull response.

As you put the yogurt on the belt, you sense someone join the queue behind you. You glance over as a large man stands only feet away. He's tall and burly and staring at you. Maybe he heard you talking to your audience, or he would think, yourself. You continue to unload your groceries.

"Never tried those," he comments as you take out a box of strawberry Pocky.

You pause and hold them up, chuckling nervously, as you do.

"Pretty good," you answer, "I eat way too many."

You notice the man doesn't have a basket or a cart. That realisation needles under your skin. Maybe he's just getting lotto or smokes?

"You like sweet stuff."

"Too much," you squeak even though it doesn't sound like a question.

He just stares, not saying a word. You swallow tightly and pull the last few items out of the cart and get behind it to wheel it through the lane. As you do, he looms closely, adding to the sweat gathering on your lower back.

You roll along and wait for the cashier to ring through the rest of your things. She bags them up neatly in two large paper bags. You pay with your card and thank her as you lift the first into your cart. The man behind you moves forward and grabs the second, startling you.

"Got it," he says as he places it with the other, squeezing by you, crowding you.

"Oh, excuse me, sir," you stammer, "oh," you lean on the cart to roll it to the end of the lane as you make space between you and the stranger. "Thanks, er, uh... thanks."

You turn and grab the handle, jittering. He's really weirding you out. Especially as you realise he's walked right by the cashier. He's following you.

"I can help get ‘em in your car," he offers in a drawl.

"Oh, that's alright, I... bus," you cringe as you realise you've said too much.

"I could drive you. I have a truck."

"No thank you," you walk faster, the cart rattling with your pace.

"Why not?"

"I don't know you, erm, sorry--"

"You don't?" He catches up and shoves his phone in your face, your Insta profile glaring back at you, "I paid for the milk, maybe the berries..."

"What?" You stop, just by the door and turn to him. "I don't--"

"You haven't eaten, have you? I'll take you for French toast. That's your favourite."

"Um," you blink at him as your eyes tinge, "I don't..."

"You got me through a hard campaign, just wanna say thank you," he adjusts his cap and you notice the pin on it. He's a veteran. Oh, 'campaign'.

“Just got back home," he shifts on his feet, a meek gesture for such a large man, "and... your videos helped me remember it. Helped me hold onto it in the sh-- in the stuff."

"I... wow, okay, that's... I'm glad I could do that."

"I really don't mind giving you a ride. Lots of weirdos on the bus," he insists.

"That's nice but--"

"Please," he softens his tone, "been a while since I sat down and had breakfast without worrying about the sky falling."

You shudder and grip the cart tight. You don't know how to say no. You didn't think about who was watching. You always just assumed they were bots. Then you think of the chaching noise and the amount flashing on the screen.

"BourbonBear?" You ask.

"Yeah," he cracks a crooked smile and smooths his hand over his thick beard. "Everyone calls me Syv.”

#dark!captain syverson #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #series #follow you anywhere #sandcastle #captain syverson #dark captain syverson #captain syverson x reader

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bellaaae · 9 months ago

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Eunchae and yn moments [88k views]

— Clip 1✰

“Yn is so cuteee” Eunchae read out a comment happily.

“Thank you” Yn smiled making a heart with her hand. “No she isn’t” Eunchae disagreed.

Yn squinted her eyes followed by a sassy eye roll. “Heyyyy!! What’s that supposed to mean????” Eunchae fake cried looking up at Yn.

— Clip 2✰

Lesserafim finished their dance practice. They alls stood in the middle of the room staring at the camera until it was finally time to turn it off.

Yn and Eunchae ran to hug each other yelling as they jumped up and down. “RAHGDHSHS!!” They’re so relieved that practice was finally over.

The camera switched to Kazuha who pointed at the two hyper maknaes at the back. “What’s up with those two?”

— Clip 3✰

“Wait….i just saw something” Eunchae suddenly spoke. Her gaze focused on the computer screen.

“Cutie—“ the voice of yn sounded from the computer. It sounded like the popular video of yn doing Aegyo.

“Fearnots do you know this?” Eunchae asked letting out a loud laugh. She carried the camera and flipped it around to show fearnots the video.

“It’s so cute but the way yn is embarrassed makes it funny” she giggled.

Eunchae decided to press the close button to focus on reading the comments.

[Yn 🎧]

Yahhh unnie??? Please never do that!!

Eunchae bursted out laughing harder than the previous laugh. She stuck her tongue out at the camera. “Come make me!” “I’ll play more of your Aegyos” she teased.

— Clip 4✰

“I’m not scared of ghost. I’m not even scared of anything—” Eunchae boosted talking to the camera as she walked around the set.

“AHHH!” She screamed backing off the money she laid eyes on yn who had a ghost make up on.

“Hey! You scared me!” She whined stomping forward to slap Yn’s arm and then stomping away with a pout.

“I refuse to believe I’m the maknae” Yn sighed.

— Clip 5✰

“This house is such a mess” chaewon groaned as she held onto the camera for the vlog.

“Ah!” She screamed almost meeting face with the floor but maintained her balance. “WHO THE HECK— ohhh awww they’re so cuteeee” she cooed flipping the camera around like her expressions did and zooming in to two sleeping maknaes.

“Their cheeks look so fluff…it’s like watching two sleeping cats” she muttered.

#lesserafim #lesserafim reader #lesserafim x reader #lesserafim fluff #lesserafim eucnhae #eunchae x reader #eunchae fluff #requested💌

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perfectsunlight · 1 month ago

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JENCHELLA VLOG MOMENTS (ft. ivory)

synopsis: ivory's vlog during her mother's first solo coachella performance.

a/n: just a little fun thing i wrote for ivory :) enjoy

BEFORE THE FLIGHT

the video opens in low, amber-toned lighting—clearly still dark outside. the frame is shaky, like it was grabbed in a hurry, and when it finally stills, it focuses on ivory, curled up in bed. her blanket is slipping off one shoulder, her hair a little mussed, eyes barely open. she blinks at the camera, squinting against the glow of the screen.

her voice is thick with sleep, low and mumbly. “it’s 4:37 in the morning,” she whispers, then flips the camera around to show her digital clock glowing on the nightstand in bold red numbers.

there’s a pause before she speaks again, the lens now pointed at the ceiling. “she said we’re leaving at ten,” ivory mutters. “and do you know what time she told me to be at her house?”

another beat of silence. then the camera flips back to her face. her expression is completely deadpan, eyes blank as she slowly drags a hand down her cheek in disbelief.

“six,” she says. then adds, in a monotone: “she’s not okay in the head.”

the video cuts in mid-slide—ivory gliding dramatically across the sleek hardwood floors of her mother’s foyer in fuzzy black socks, arms stretched out like a ballerina. the camera is angled downward, catching the satisfying sound as her socks skim the floor.

from somewhere off-camera, jennie’s voice rings out, sharp and very motherly.

“baby, stop sliding.”

ivory freezes mid-glide, one foot slightly lifted, her phone pointed toward the ceiling like she’s been caught in the middle of a crime.

“you’re gonna fall and break something,” jennie adds from the other room, tone casual but clearly not up for debate.

“i’m literally a trained dancer,” ivory says, panning the camera to her face, which is trying very hard not to laugh. “this is my art form. it’s called coachella floor choreo.”

“do that at coachella then, not in my house,” jennie calls back.

“so you’re saying…i am performing.”

“stop sliding.”

another cut—ivory tiptoeing down the hallway now, whispering dramatically into the camera. “she thinks i’m done. but i’m not done.” she pans to her socked feet again, crouches slightly, and then launches into a full-blown run-slide across the kitchen floor.

you can hear jennie sigh so hard it echoes.

“jane ivory!”

the video shakes as ivory bursts into laughter.

FLIGHT/POST FLIGHT

the video picks up mid-whisper, the camera pointed sneakily across the aisle. ivory zooms in on alison, who’s lounging in her first class cubicle with an eye mask pushed up on her head and a bag of haribo gummies in hand.

"alison, please," ivory begs, her voice laced with quiet desperation. "please, please, please."

alison grins and holds up the gummies like she’s dangling treasure. ivory lets out a dramatic gasp behind the camera, as if she’s been offered gold.

“mom told me i can't have any sugar until we land,” ivory murmurs, reaching forward from her seat like she’s in a wildlife documentary. “the contraband is now crossing the aisle—”

before her fingers can reach the bag, a soft thwack lands on her arm. the camera jolts as she squeals, catching a flash of a plush travel pillow being wielded like a weapon.

"valentine." jennie's voice is flat but so mother-coded. “what did i say about sugar?” the camera spins around to catch jennie leaning over from her cubicle, still in her cozy flight fit, looking unimpressed as she holds the pillow mid-air, clearly ready to strike again.

ivory shrinks into her seat dramatically. “how did you even see that?” jennie just taps her temples, a knowing expression on her face. “eyes everywhere.”

“okay freak,” ivory mutters, shoving the gummies into her hoodie like a raccoon hoarding food. “you’re supposed to be relaxing, not sniping me from seat 2A.”

alison’s trying not to laugh, covering her mouth with the bag as jennie gives her the you’re not helping look. ivory aims the camera at her again. “you saw her give it to me, right? this is entrapment.”

“you’re banned from the snacks until we land,” jennie says, settling back into her seat, still side-eyeing her daughter. “i’m literally an adult,” ivory protests, half-heartedly, mouth already full of one of the stolen gummies.

jennie doesn’t even look up as ivory shifts the camera back down to her gummies. but the idol’s voice is crystal clear before the video cuts again.

“you’re literally on my flight.”

the video cuts in with a gust of wind, the sound sharp and loud in the mic as the camera sways. they’re officially off the plane, walking down the stairs onto the tarmac, the sky bright and cloudless above lax. black-on-black suvs line up ahead like secret service and team members are already splitting off into groups, everyone looking important and exhausted.

ivory, meanwhile, is in full gremlin mode. the camera flips to her face—her hair windswept, sunglasses slightly crooked, lip gloss somehow still intact. “we have arrived,” she narrates. “hello, los angeles. i’m officially just emotional support now.”

she spins the camera toward her mom walking a few paces ahead, hood still up, sipping the same iced coffee like it never ended. ivory catches up in a little half-run, and her voice comes through loud and exaggerated.

“mommy, can i hold your hand?”

jennie, without missing a step, side-eyes her daughter. “aren’t you eighteen?”

“so?” ivory doesn’t even blink. she slides her hand into her mom’s like it’s a red carpet moment, and immediately starts swinging their arms. jennie tries to resist it at first. and fails. “you’re gonna pull my shoulder out.”

“you don’t need it,” ivory chirps. “you have stage presence.”

the camera briefly captures a member of jennie’s team turning around to hide their laugh, then cuts again. now they’re in the suv. it’s quiet, cool, the leather seats pristine. jennie’s settling in, reaching for her phone, when ivory suddenly gasps like there's a spider.

“um your seatbelt.” ivory's tone is dire. her camera is pointed dramatically at her mother, who freezes like she’s being scolded by tsa. “oh my god,” the idol mutters, laughing under her breath as she clicks it on. ivory nods solemnly from the passenger seat. “can’t lose you before weekend one. i have merch to buy.”

“you’re not getting any merch,” jennie warns, pulling out her phone. the younger girl, still filming, turns to the camera and whispers, “she’s lying. i will be getting merch.

COACHELLA DAY 1

the scene opens with alison's camera facing ivory, who’s practically vibrating with excitement. the music is blasting, the crowd is going wild, and she is clearly having fun—except for the fact that she keeps glancing at her mother, who’s standing and watching the stage with an intensity only a perfectionist could have. jennie’s arms are crossed, her face calm and analytical.

ivory holds up the camera to the manager, whispering dramatically, “can you believe this? it’s friday. not even the day she performs yet. and she is already acting like she’s about to go on stage! look at her.” she zooms in on the blackpink idol, who’s standing perfectly still, practically in full “monitoring” mode and completely unfazed by the crowd’s energy.

the younger girl sighs exaggeratedly, throwing her hands up. “this is supposed to be fun! people are dancing, and she’s out here thinking about random things when she doesn’t even go on until sunday!”

alison, barely holding back laughter, continues to record as ivory stands there, biting her lip in frustration. she pans back to jennie, who’s still completely engrossed in her phone, completely ignoring the chaos around her. “mom! MOM!” ivory shouts, but her mother doesn’t budge.

ivory gives the camera a look of complete exasperation, shock on her feline features. “she’s literally not even enjoying the festival, guys. what is wrong with her?” she spins the camera back to alison with an exaggerated shrug. “like, i get it, she’s a perfectionist, but this is coachella. there are dancing people over there, and my mom is analyzing things.” ivory shakes her head, her frustration mounting.

just as jennie looks up from her phone, ivory leaps in front of the camera, dramatically shaking her. “mom, you have to dance with me! it’s coachella!” she whines, trying to pull jennie away from her “work zone.”

the older woman, looking mildly annoyed but not phased at all, raised an eyebrow at her daughter. “baby, this is important. you don’t get it.”

ivory rolls her eyes and points to herself like she’s about to go on a whole tangent. “you’re too busy to have fun. well, this is supposed to be about fun, too. not just boring business.”

alison snickers quietly behind the camera as ivory turns it back on her face, dramatically shaking her head again. “mom, i’m telling you. you can’t just keep working when you’re literally at coachella. just...dance with me!” she pleads, and finally jennie looks up, slightly amused.

“no,” jennie deadpans, “i’ll dance when i feel like it.” ivory lets out an exaggerated gasp, her face in disbelief. “she won’t even dance with me!” she says to alison, wide-eyed in shock and almost mortification. “this is abuse.”

alison tries to keep it together as she zooms in on the younger woman’s face, and ivory dramatically flips her hair back. “i am officially traumatized by the lack of fun at this festival.” with that, ivory turns and runs off toward the crowd, yelling back to jennie, “i’m going to have fun whether you like it or not!”

alison, still filming, lets out a wheeze. jennie stands there for a moment, shaking her head with a half-smile, and mutters, “she’s dramatic.”

the last clip in the segment is a short shot of ivory and rosie jumping up and down together in the distance during lisa’s set, with the two absolutely shaking the life out of each other as they have fun.

PRE-PERFORMANCE

jennie’s in full glam now, standing in front of the mirror in her performance fit, looking like she’s ready for her set. her game face is on–calm, focused, commanding. meanwhile, her daughter is lounging on the couch behind her, sipping from a juice box like the world’s most unserious hypewoman.

trying to act casual, ivory throws out, “i'm excited for seoul city.” the younger woman is unable to fight the sneaky grin off her face from her own humor.

jennie freezes mid-hair-fluff. she turns around slowly, blinking at her daughter like she just confessed to a felony. "seoul city?" she asks in utter disbelief, not even looking at ivory’s phone camera but straight at her daughter. jennie then quickly narrows her eyes. “you’re messing with me.”

ivory shrugs innocently, sipping louder. “i mean it is a good song. i think a lot of people already like it, but they’ll like it more with your choreography.”

alison—seated nearby and going over last-minute run-throughs—starts wheezing. jennie looks at her, stone-faced. “cover her ears during seoul city. and her eyes. matter of fact, just get her out of the venue.”

ivory lets out the loudest laugh yet, nearly choking on her juice as the camera shakes from the force of her laughter. “i’ll sing every lyric—”

“stop.” jennie shrieks in embarrassment and grabs a throw pillow and hurls it directly at her daughter’s face. ivory, now dramatically sprawled across the couch like she’s been wounded, is laughing so hard she’s crying. she points her phone camera at her mother who is rubbing her temples in exasperation, while alison and ivory herself are still laughing. “this is so embarrassing for you.”

the next clip is a quick cut of the sun starting to dip below the desert skyline, casting golden rays across the coachella grounds. the camera’s shaking a bit as it follows ivory weaving her way through the backstage barriers, giggling and ignoring the fifteen texts her mother has probably sent her telling her to stay in the artist section.

ivory, naturally, is already pushing through toward the barricade of general admission. she flips the camera around to selfie-mode, beaming. “hi everyone!” she says into the lens, waving wildly. and then it's instant chaos.

phones are out in seconds, fans scream her name, and someone quite literally throws a capybara plush at her. ivory shrieks when it hits her shoulder, picks it up, holds it like simba, and dies laughing. “why do you guys always have these?” she yells over the crowd, holding up the capybara like a trophy.

someone hands her a handwritten note. another offers her a phone for a selfie. one girl starts crying. there’s glitter everywhere. ivory, both flattered and slightly overwhelmed, clutches the plushie to her chest and keeps yelling over the barrier, “okay but i literally have to go before my mom kills me!”

she turns to the camera again. “i’m not supposed to be here. she said to ‘stay with alison.’ that was the rule.” she holds the capybara up, showing the camera all its angles. “but would alison have given me this?? exactly.”

she blows one last kiss to the fans and sprints back toward the vip gate, screaming “bye” like she’s just committed a crime.

PERFORMANCE/POST PERFORMANCE

the screen opens to a wide shot of the coachella main stage glowing in deep violet and gold, the crowd pulsing with energy as the beat of jennie’s set kicks off. quick cuts follow—grainy, sparkly clips filmed on a phone from the vip area.

the first clip is where ivory’s phone swings around in dizzy excitement, landing on her face. “it’s startingggg,” she yells into the mic, grinning like a maniac. the camera tilts to show lisa beside her in dark sunglasses and a mesh top, blowing a kiss to the crowd. rosé is behind them, already doing little shoulder rolls in time with the music.

the next cut is a shot of the three dancing together—lisa doing exaggerated hip rolls, ivory jumping up and down like she’s never heard music before, rosé twirling dramatically with her arms in the air. jennie’s voice echoes from the stage, effortlessly cool and commanding, and all three scream like fangirls.

it shifts to ivory panning the camera to the sea of fans behind her, showing glowing lightsticks, flags and a few stuffed animals. she zooms in on one capybara plush someone is holding above their head. “its so cute,” she wheezes, voice half-lost to the music.

the clip following that is lisa with her arm around ivory’s shoulder now, both swaying with their heads knocked together, screaming lyrics as jennie sings “with the ie”. rosé is filming the two of them, laughing so hard she snorts.

the final clip is during the second verse of starlight. the camera stays on ivory, still dancing but suddenly very focused as she’s jumping around. it’s her favorite song—she’s grinning, mouthing along, ready for that line.

“so many after hours…”

ivory beams, mouthing the words—

“i just wanna make my mama prouder—”

but on stage, jennie sings:

“i just wanna make my daughter prouder—”

ivory freezes. the scream she lets out is immediate and primal. “WHAT—”

she nearly drops the phone as lisa grabs her shoulders and shakes her in disbelief. rosé’s mouth is fully open, gasping as she joins in with the shaking. ivory is literally screaming somehow louder than the actual live stage sounds. not words, just pure screams of emotion.

“MOMMYYY!” is the last thing heard, the camera shaking violently as ivory screams her lungs out at her mother on stage before the scene cuts into the next clip.

the next clip fades in with a shaky but clear shot—courtesy of alison—of jennie and ivory on a golf cart, slowly being driven through the backstage lot under soft festival lights. the sky is dark now, the stars barely peeking through the haze of stage smoke and camera flashes.

jennie’s still in full glam, mic pack wires tucked away, hair a little wind-blown, her stage outfit covered with a cozy jacket tossed over her shoulders. she’s clearly tired—but glowing. there’s something serene and proud in her eyes, even as she leans back on the cart’s seat.

ivory, however, is fully curled into her mother’s side like a sleepy koala.

she’s practically glued to her mom’s torso, legs draped over jennie’s lap and arms wrapped tightly around her middle, face hidden against her shoulder. jennie rests her chin on the top of ivory’s head, gently rubbing her daughter’s back as the cart hums along.

alison, seated opposite them, is clearly trying not to laugh as she records. “ivory,” she says, teasing. “you good? or are we still crying?”

ivory doesn’t lift her head. her voice is muffled but still sharp nonetheless. “don’t talk to me.”

jennie snorts, squeezing her daughter softly as the wind whips around them. “she’s been like this since i got off stage.”

“she’s like, part of you now,” alison laughs. “she might actually be fused to your ribcage.”

“i am,” ivory mumbles, still not looking up. “we’re one organism now.��

jennie grins and looks into the camera. “she’s mad i didn’t tell her about the lyric change.”

ivory finally peeks up, red-eyed and dramatic. “i wasn’t prepared for that!” alison laughs so hard the camera shakes. jennie kisses ivory’s forehead, cradling her like she’s five again. “okay, okay. next time, i’ll give you a heads-up. deal?”

ivory just tightens her grip again and hides her face again before speaking. “deal,” she mumbles. “but i’m still crying. and don’t do that next week, grandma’s coming. you have to keep the original lyrics for her.”

the cart bumps along in the background, the sounds of the festival fading behind them as the clip ends on jennie brushing her daughter’s hair gently with her fingers, looking down at her with all the pride in the world.

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sunflowerwinds · 1 year ago

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only on camera | e.w

summary: you and your girlfriend, ellie, find an old camcorder at local thrift store. it’s fun, domestic, and sweet until the two of you decide to use it to make your own personal movie.

pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

contains: mature content, modern! ellie, established relationship, fluff, smut— oral (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), reader and ellie are roughly 19-20, ellie is obsessed with reader, reader is described to have a soft stomach and stretch marks so its open to all body types.

word count: 3.3K

a/n: i’ve been debating to post another ellie oneshot and even writing anymore for a while now because of everything that has been going on gaza. i hope you guys click on the links below to educate and keep yourself updated on the horrors that the people of gaza are going through. free palestine.

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It started on a simple thrifting date.

You and Ellie often shopped at your local thrift stores for a multitude of reasons: it's cheap for not only clothing but accessories as well. You had a slight addiction to the purse and jeans section. There was nothing you loved more than finding a good pair of jeans.

But today, you decided to linger in the electronics section. Ellie trailed behind you with a shopping cart that already had a bunch of pants and cheesy graphic tees for the two of you to try on.

You picked up a small speaker, examining it for its quality.

“Ellie?” You hum to Ellie who was already holding up a chunky VHS camera.

“Babe, check this out,” Ellie walked around the cart to hold up the flipped screen to you.

You set the speaker down on the metal shelf, leaning over to see that the early late 90’s camera was still working properly. With just your luck, too, there were a few tapes next to where Ellie had picked it up from.

“Holy shit, this still works?” You grin as you fidget with the settings. “Should we get this?”

Ellie let out a scoff before nodding: “Fuck yeah. We could record videos to look back on when we’re miserable and old as shit. Like thirty or something.”

You shake your head at her dramatics.

“Thirty is not old but yeah, it could be fun.” You lean into her side, pointing to the tapes and charger that were still plugged into the camcorder. “Grab the tapes, please?”

You tilt your head with a smile at her. Ellie blushes at the eye contact you made with her, kissing your cheek before taking the tapes and charger into her hands. She nervously scratched at her ear as she set the objects into the cart where the child seat was, hoping you didn't see how pink her cheeks turned.

God, she was so adorable.

She would deny the accusation constantly with a shake of her head and a mutter of ‘no, I’m not’ being the stubborn girl she is.

After trying that on all of the clothing, you ended up only narrowing down to a few pairs of jeans and the camera plus the equipment. Once you got back to Ellie’s place, it started out with a few recordings of you doing nothing.

“So, vlog, my beautiful, hot, and sexy girlfriend is getting ready for the day,” Ellie pressed record and held up the camera to you who was applying sunscreen to your freshly washed face. “Not that she needs to because, damn, look at her.”

You let out a groan as you shake your head, now applying your moisturizer right after.

“Babe, you can record at any other time. Why right now?” You chuckle as she just gets closer, zooming into your eyes.

“What do you have to say to your future self who is probably already very happily married to me?” Ellie ignores your complaint, grinning as she backs up a little to get your entire face into the frame.

“Is she still giving that good top?” You deadpan to which Ellie chuckles at.

“I wish I could stop, baby,” she cups your face with one hand, smirking from behind the camera.

“Els,’” you trail off, almost warningly as your cheeks flushed.

Without missing a beat, you playfully slap the camera out gently of your face. Ellie dramatically gasps at your actions, holding the camera at an angle so she can clean the lens with her black wife pleaser.

“Hey! You brought it up.” She shrugged her shoulders as if it were nothing, showing off her outfit in the full-body mirror on the back of the bedroom door.

You smile adoringly at her from your set-up in your vanity mirror, hearing her hype herself up. You had just applied a good amount of your base before motioning for her to come over to you once again. Ellie walked over to you, grinning happily.

“It’s your turn, Els,” you grab the chunky camera from her.

She reluctantly lets you take it from her and crosses her arms in front of her chest, looking at you patiently. You pan the camera up and down as she was wearing a very basic outfit but damn, she always looked good. The way she crossed her arms accentuated her biceps and the big tattoo on her forearm.

“What do you have to say to your future self, baby?” You look at her through the small screen and then at her in real life.

Ellie hummed as she scratched at her jaw. The awful lighting from just your open-blind window made it more homey to you.

“You better not fuck it up with this perfect girl right here.” Ellie points to you with a slight grin as she notices your own smile from behind the camera.

A lot of the videos were just like that. Domestic and homey as the locations changed between your house and hers. Joel even made a few appearances like, for instance, his 58th birthday. All of your family and Joel’s threw a barbecue to which you and Ellie had traded interviewing your sides of the family.

Sarah gave a few loving words for her dad, Jesse, and Dina covered the lens the entire time Ellie tried to record them, and your parents made a few jokes about him being ‘damn near in the grave already.’

Now, you were standing in front of Joel who was working the grill. Ellie was busy already tearing into a few hot dogs so you took the time to ask him some questions.

“So, Joel, how do you feel being fifty-eight?” You record him.

“I feel the same as last year. Ain’t nothin’ special,” he shook his head as if you were bothering him but you knew he was just being a grump for the camera.

“Well, birthday boy, describe what it's like being almost sixty,” you chuckle as he places a hand on his hip, looking at you this time with raised brows.

“Old as hell. Now, here, eat.” He grumbled as he grabbed a hot dog for you and placed it on a paper plate.

You giggled as his southern accent was hilarious when he got all grumpy. He just sounded like a Texan grandpa who’s always complaining about kids these days.

“I figured. Happy birthday, Joel.” You warmly smile at him as you shut the small screen and walk over to hug him.

He tensed for a moment, holding the tongs out of the way. He relaxed into your embrace before pointing at your hot dog.

“Thanks, kid. Now, eat before the damn flies get to it first.” Joel kissed the top of your head before releasing your body.

You let out a soft laugh as you grabbed the white plate before walking over to where Ellie was sitting with her step-sister, Sarah. You send Sarah a smile as you set the camera down next to Ellie, watching her lick the mustard off of her fingers. You grimace at her messy eating before Sarah tells her to stop being gross.

Ellie put her middle finger up at her with an annoyed expression. You grabbed her finger and put it down as your parents were only a few feet away from the two of you.

A few more days passed and you and Ellie had a rather sensual make-out session in her bedroom. Her hands were already up your Beatles oversized t-shirt, the feeling of her palms groping at your tits sending shivers up your spine. You were underneath her, your own hands cupping the sides of her face as you moaned softly into her mouth.

Ellie pulled away suddenly which only caused you to whine, missing her touch.

“Can I get the camera, baby?” She asked you, moving one of her hands down to your hips underneath your shirt and squeezing the flesh.

You nod your head frantically, not even hesitating. The idea was brought up maybe two minutes after purchasing the camera. Ellie said it as a joke but you knew that you would make a million sex tapes with your girl. She made you feel like the sexiest version of yourself and you were curious to see what that looked like on video. Plus, no risk of it getting stuck on the cloud of either of your phones.

Ellie leaned down to peck your lips as she stood up from her bed to grab it from the top of her dresser, right next to her cologne. You sit up slightly as you wait patiently for her to start the camera fixing your hair a bit. You knew the footage was solely going to be between you and her but it didn't hurt to try and make sure you look good.

“Look at my pretty girl,” Ellie’s voice is dripping in lust as she points the lens directly at your flushed and panting figure on the bed.

You somehow managed to blush even more, practically beaming at her compliment. You didn't know what to do now that it was a reality. All you were doing was looking up at her from her standing figure.

How did pornstars do this?

“What do you want me to do, hmm?” Ellie cupped your cheek, her inked arm coming into the frame.

Your face leaned into her touch, sighing at the feeling. Her thumb teasing ran over the swollen skin of your bottom lip. Being the horny shit you were, your jaw fell open in hopes Ellie would slip the finger into your awaiting mouth.

But no; she continued to trace the supple skin with a cocky grin on her face.

“You want my finger, baby?” Ellie hums as she tightens her grip ever so slightly.

“Maybe.” You raise your brows, your pupils blown with desire practically giving you away.

“Maybe?” She looks at you with her head tilted, her own brows raised to match yours. “The way you instantly opened your mouth said something way different.”

You shake your head and take her thumb into your mouth seconds after that, sucking on it with a smile. Ellie muttered a curse under her breath as she watched you through the pixelated screen, wondering how she got so lucky with you.

You, being the tease you are, pull away after about a minute to look up at her with need in your eyes. While still looking up at her, you removed your oversized tee to reveal your bare chest. Your hair settled over your shoulders, framing your face perfectly. You were only in your cheeky cotton maroon panties.

“Jesus, fuck me.” Ellie angled the camera down to your tits, having a little too much fun holding it.

“Alright, give me it, Els.” You snatched the camera from her, pointing it up at Ellie’s towering figure. “You want to eat me out or what?”

Ellie couldn't help but chuckle at your bluntness and confidence now that the camera wasn’t on you. Regardless, she kneeled down on the bed with a ready sigh. She leaned over the camera to capture your lips into a gentle kiss, making you smile giddily.

Your smile was infectious, Ellie, too, smiling so much to the point where she had to pull away. Ellie began to scoot more down your body as you pointed the camera down at her figure. She was caressing your sides as her lips kissed at your chest, moving more and more downwards to your tits. Your breath hitches as she takes your left nipple into her mouth, the warmth and wetness of her tongue sending pleasure down your spine.

Ellie palms both of your tits, looking up at the lens and then your flushed face from behind it. She continues to suck on your hard nipple, smirking when your hips buck into her own.

“Feels good, Els,” you whimper, your arms already becoming weaker.

Ellie hums against your damp skin, pulling away to grope and admire them. She was annoyingly still in her sports bra and her boxers, revealing nothing to you. If you weren't so clouded by the want of her mouth on your pussy, you would’ve said something.

Ellie’s long fingers hook at the waistband of your panties, looking up at you with a silent question of if it was okay. You nod with a grin, lifting your hips to help her. Ellie slid the dampened underwear down your legs. You could see the wet patch on the crotch area, a slight pang of embarrassment flowing through you.

Ellie, thankfully, began to place feather-soft kisses on the plush of your stomach. You watch her trail her lips down from your skin, inching closer to above your pubic bone.

“Fuck, baby, look at how wet you are,” Ellie teased your drenched folds, the obscene sound causing you to blush shyly.

She holds up her pointer and middle finger, the clear slick of your arousal glistening. She practically shoves them into the lens as you groan at her actions.

“Els, please, don’t. I don’t want my… juices on the camera.” You cringe at the way you phrased it but end up giggling at Ellie’s disgusted face.

“Well, I love your juices,” Ellie quickly grinned devilishly as she sucked off those fingers.

She drove you insane with the smallest things. When she kissed and caressed the plush of your hips and thighs, whispering how ‘sexy’ and ‘perfect’ you are to her. Even touching into the stuff you tended to be more insecure about like the stretch marks on your body.

You never worried about those toxic mind-consuming thoughts with Ellie.

”Can I see the camera, baby? Wanna get this view right here.” Ellie reached for it to which you handed back.

She aimed the camera lens more towards your crotch, legs spread to reveal how much your cunt was needing some release. You suck in a deep breath and adjust yourself as Ellie muttered praises as she ran her fingers carefully over your throbbing clit and soaked folds.

Beginning to grow impatient, you let out a soft noise. Ellie notices that you are becoming more and more needy for something, anything, so she leans over your panting body and sets the camera on the bedside table. The small screen was flipped so that Ellie could adjust it so that the two of you were in the frame. Your hands find their way over Ellie’s body and up into her hair.

You tug her down into a messy kiss, humming as Ellie is caught off guard by your force and nearly slipping from how she was holding herself up with one arm. She moaned softly against your lips, enjoying how your nails were scraping against her scalp.

She hungrily moved down your body, growing impatient herself. You pant softly as you watch her place messy kisses on the curves of your skin as she finally makes her way to your desperate cunt. You let out a soft sigh as she licks one teasing stripe over your clit.

“Look so pretty, Els.” You murmur as you move her falling strands of hair out of her face, a slight whine leaving your mouth.

And, god, she really did. Her eyelids were heavy over her gorgeous eyes as she looked up at you with a slight smile on her lips. She lazily kissed over the sensitive bud, that cheeky smile growing as your hips stuttered.

“My sweet girl.” She teased two fingers over your wet folds, letting out a groan at the obscene sight.

You continue to caress her face and head of hair, never wanting to tear your eyes away from your girlfriend. She glanced up at you as she carefully slid her middle finger into your warm cunt. She kept telling you how good you felt around her fingers and how much she missed your ‘perfect pussy’.

For a moment, you forgot about the camera that was recording your every move. The mic picks up every whine, moan, the sound of Ellie’s fingers fucking into you.

“Baby,” you pant, allowing your hips to grind and follow her curling fingers.

Ellie merely hummed in question as she peered up at you with hooded eyes. You nearly forgot what you were going to be begging for.

More. You just needed more. More of her touch and her lips everywhere. The tightening coil in your lower abdomen and the desperate hump of your hips alerted you that you were getting closer to your orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum,” you admit, feeling almost embarrassed by how quickly it was happening.

Ellie pulled her mouth off of you as her arm continued to pump her fingers inside of you. Your chin tilts up, hands reaching up to cradle her face. Ellie hungrily leaned down to kiss you, moaning at the sound of you whimpering against her slick-covered lips.

You were whispering pleads as she continued to fuck you like her life depended on it. Ellie leaned back to look down at her movements before glancing at the camera.

“Cum for me, baby. Need something to help me later on when I watch this over and over just to see how beautiful you look cumming for me.” Ellie groans into your ear.

Your hand reaches down to grip at her wrist but Ellie grabs your hand to kiss at your palm as another form of stimulation. You whine as your hips stutter and you feel a sharp feeling running down your spine. Ellie mutters curses as she feels you clamp down on her two fingers as your orgasm takes over.

You let out a few louder moans as you sit up carefully to let yourself ride out the orgasm.

“Fuck, Els,” you whisper as you try and come down from the high as easily as possible.

“Hey, hey, lay back, baby,” Ellie ever so slightly pressed on your lower abdomen so that your back was against the mattress once again.

Feeling light and lazy, you do as she had told you. You take slow breaths as you shut your eyes. Ellie’s body hovers over yours for a moment and you hear the hard plastic being lifted from the bedside table. You open one eye to see Ellie was aiming the camera towards the cum that was leaking. Her already wet fingers were running through your folds, being as filthy as ever.

“How’s it look?” You hum with a playful grin.

“You know, perfect, I guess,” Ellie shrugs her shoulders but her grin tells you she’s matching your energy.

As tired as you were, you wanted to make Ellie feel good too. You sit up to come face to face with her, leaning close to capture her lips into a gentle kiss. Ellie hums against your lips, setting the camera on the empty mattress right next to you both. Pulling away, you take her hand that was inside of you and raise it to your lips.

“You're gonna wanna record this, Els,” You tilt your head towards the still-recording camera.

Ellie didn't have to be told twice as she leaped for the boxy hunk of plastic and aimed the lens at your pretty plumped lips. You lick up the length of her fingers, tasing your own arousal. Ellie watched you through the small screen, wondering how fucking lucky she got with you.

You had no idea who infatuated the freckled girl was with you. Your eyes flickered to Ellie behind the camera, her pale skin practically a poppy red shade from how flustered she was. You popped off her long fingers, kissing the pads of her middle and ring fingers before sitting back on your ass as you looked at her with raised eyebrows.

“You think I’ll be a star?” You ask again, playing into the pornstar role-play.

Ellie blew a huff of air as she cupped your face to peck at your lips: “Without a doubt, babe.”

#ellie williams #ellie williams x f!reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x you #wlw smut #sapphic #wlw #ellie tlou2 #lgbtq community #lesbian

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florawrites-blog · 7 months ago

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Yunha kang core - enhypen

Enha 8th fem!member moment Im trying a new writing vibe hope you like it and not find it confusing

#Scene 1

ENHYPEN’s latest en-log vlog, shot in the bustling streets of New York City. The members are casually walking, soaking in the energy of the city. As they laugh and chat, the camera cuts to Yunha, walking slightly ahead of them, dressed in an extravagant fur ensemble, head-to-toe—strikingly confident.

Protestors (off-screen, chanting): “Stop wearing fur! It’s cruel and unethical!”

The noise grows louder as the group passes a group of animal rights protesters holding signs. The camera briefly captures the scene of passionate activists, but then quickly pans back to Yunha, who is completely unfazed. She strides down the sidewalk like it’s her runway, the fur coat flowing dramatically in the wind. Her sunglasses glint in the sunlight, and her face shows nothing but cool indifference. As if she’s the star in her own movie, she flips her hair slightly, continuing to serve looks, the protestors’ chants fading into the background.

In the next cut, the ENHYPEN members are shown looking at each other, mildly impressed with Yunha’s ability to remain unbothered, even in such an intense situation. A few of them share a knowing smirk, but Yunha keeps walking, not even acknowledging the chaos around her.

comment section:

@jay#needthat: "Yunha SERVING in the fur coat while the protestors are losing it 😂 she’s unbothered and I love it. Absolute icon energy."

@sunghoonswife: "Who else watched this moment like 10 times??? She legit slayed so hard, not even the protests could stop her 🔥"

@nikipullup: "Yunha walking through those protests like a BOSS 😩✨ The way she pays them no mind is giving 'I do what I want' vibes, queen behavior fr."

@jakelostbakery:

"Umm so we just gonna ignore how the editors didn't even bother to cut off yunha walking with fur while protests are going on LOLLL."

#Scene 2

In the latest Weverse video, Jake posts a funny moment from the group's downtime in the kitchen. The video starts with a casual shot of Yunha brewing coffee, her expression calm and focused as she moves about the kitchen. The rich aroma fills the room, and it’s clear she’s in her zone.

Cue Ni-ki, lurking in the background with a mischievous grin on his face. He sneaks up behind Yunha, clearly trying to scare her. The camera zooms in as he prepares to jump and startle her, but the moment he makes his move…

Yunha, completely unphased, calmly turns to him mid-pour and says: “Want some coffee?”

Ni-ki freezes, his attempt at scaring her falling flat. His expression quickly turns from confident to defeated as Yunha casually offers him a cup, not even batting an eye at his antics.

Ni-ki (frustrated, sighing): "Ugh, You RUINED it!"

Jake and Sunghoon, who had been watching from the side, burst into uncontrollable laughter, doubling over at how easily Yunha brushed off Ni-ki’s attempt. Their laughter echoes through the room, while Ni-ki crosses his arms, still visibly annoyed.

Ni-ki (grumbling as he sips the coffee): "high key you guys suck"

The video ends with Jake and Sunghoon still chuckling in the background, while Yunha continues making her coffee like nothing happened, embodying her trademark unbothered energy.

#Scene 3

The final day of the tour held a bittersweet atmosphere, and after 401 days of constant performances, emotions were running high. Enhypen stood under the glowing stage lights, basking in the overwhelming love from the fans one last time. As the members grew emotional, tears started to slip down their cheeks, a mix of exhaustion and gratitude catching up with them.

On the opposite side of the stage, Yunha was busy collecting plushies and gifts tossed from the crowd, her laughter ringing out as she playfully waved at fans. Her bright, carefree smile seemed oblivious to the emotional wave hitting the others. The members couldn’t help but look over at her, sharing a quiet moment of pride and affection, their hearts warming at how effortlessly Yunha could lift the mood—even if she didn’t know she was doing it.

One by one, they stole glances at her, some even cracking small smiles through their tears. It was like she carried a little light of her own, a reminder of how much they’d shared and how far they’d come together.

#Scene 4

At the Prada show for the upcoming 25 campaign, the spotlight was on Enhypen as they were interviewed about their roles and recent projects. Amid the chatter, one of Prada’s biggest ambassadors—a model known for his charm—seemed fixated on Yunha, his flirty remarks and lingering glances impossible to miss. Each Enhypen member caught on immediately, exchanging amused looks as they watched this unfold. Meanwhile, Yunha was blissfully unaware of the subtle tension, happily answering questions and laughing along.

Then, with her signature bright smile, she threw out a line that left everyone—her members, the model, and the fans—stunned: “Oh yeah, he’s my new Prada brother!” The room went silent for a beat, with her members barely stifling their laughter. As soon as the interview was published, fans erupted, laughing themselves silly over Yunha’s unintentional yet legendary move. She hadn’t just friend-zoned the guy; she’d brother-zoned him, officially sealing his fate as “Yunha’s Prada brother.” Fans couldn’t get enough of it, loving her innocent charm and completely oblivious reactions.

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