#ive managed to avoid them this long

[joh-nny-c]

Guess what I finally started investing time into.

Bonus memes. Feel free to use.

@zarla-s

[vriendenboekjes]

broooo not my aunt texting the family gc inviting us over for easter 😭😭😭😭 i hoped id never have to see these people again

[anotherpapercut]

working with children really will make you examine your thought processes and emotional reactions like nothing else. I've found myself being so much more thoughtful in my daily life about how I respond to my emotions and environment, as well as the reasoning behind why others behave the way they do

[mochlus]

Sometimes I sit and look at steam like "I'd kind of like to play a generally engrossing rpg but with a nice sized fanworks fandom. And some handsome anime characters wouldn't hurt" and then genshin impact and honkai star rail stare at me out of the corner of the ao3 browser tab and I'm like "...no actually I want to play a farming sim"

[depresseddepot]

this is a very unique fear but I'm worried they're going to take my full time position away and try to make me part time again

[frostedfragments]

calling dr zayne! ✧.* zayne x reader ✧.* 2.2k words ✧.* only fans au summary: dr zayne stumbles across his favourite patient's onlyfans account warnings!: zayne breaks some rules!!!, masturbation, use of a sex toy, voyeurism note: couldn't help but imagine an au where zayne doesn't know you and you wind up as his patient...and breaks a couple of dr oaths lol note2: ive' never seen the of website so if the mechanics of it are innacurate pls ignore and lets stay playful together

divider cred. @enchanthings-a

There’s only so many online medical articles one can read before they need some mindless doom scrolling. It’s not often Zayne logs into his social media accounts, he much prefers to spend his small amount of free time reading or hiking, but he can’t resist catching up on what his friends and family are posting on Instagram. He doesn’t see them nearly as often as he should, and it’s the small trickle of guilt down his throat that has him scrolling on his computer, smiling when he sees a couple photos of his parents on their holiday, his co-workers on a night out he declined to join them on, and the occasional cat video.

He’s not sure how he finds it, but the explore page is such an overstimulating mess of faces and bodies that he usually avoids it completely. It’s only because his hand twitches that he even sees the post in the first place, but he looks. And continues to look.

The woman in the photo doesn’t show her face, just the long line of her neck and the soft, plumpness of her cleavage in a bra that leaves little to the imagination. He briefly wonders how a picture like this is allowed on the app, but he’s soon clicking on the profile before he can stop himself, intrigued by smooth skin and little else. He is still a man after all, and once he is exposed to the abundance of tantalising images on the woman’s profile, he is reminded how long it has been since he had his hands on a woman.

His favourite patient doesn’t count, he thinks reflexively, frowning that the thought even crept into his mind at all. You’ve been his patient for roughly six months now; you’ve had a heart condition all your life, one that is well-managed and non-life threatening, but still needs regular monitoring. Your previous heart doctor passed away, and so your case was given to Zayne.

He tries to shake the memory of your face out of his mind as he glances through the pictures, having every intention of clicking out of the woman’s profile and logging off for the evening. Maybe even taking a shower to rid his body from this sudden thrum of energy that radiates low in his stomach, but a link in the bio of the profile catches his eye. Snags his attention like a siren, luring him in with the promise of more, and he almost feels as if he’s doing something illegal when he clicks on it.

OnlyFans isn’t completely new to Zayne - there are a few colleagues he knows who watch adult content on the site, though he mistakenly always thought it was a place where fetish content lived. Feet videos, women humiliating men on camera, food play - not really his taste. But when the link has loaded, and racier images of the woman appear, Zayne feels his cock twitch, feels it begin to fill out as his eyes graze the image of the woman laying on a bed, back arched, breasts displayed beautifully in a black lace bra which leaves her pert, pink nipples completely uncovered.

God, he needs to get laid or something. He hasn’t had the time to date, or even the energy to masturbate, always exhausted from multiple surgeries in one day or typing up notes from said surgeries. His body reminds him now of the necessity to release all the pent up tension that collects in his spine, and he absentmindedly rubs his hand over the bulge in his slacks, sighing softly at the instant swell of pleasure.

His eyes dart back up to the screen, a flush warming his cheeks and the tips of his ears, but he makes an account anyway before he can stop himself, typing in his credit card information and subscribing to the woman who seems to have come out of nowhere and locked in his attention with just a few pictures of her body.

Once he has full access to the page, he scrolls through picture after picture, some more explicit than others. When he reaches the video section, he notices one posted just a few hours ago titled watch me cum while i think about him. The thumbnail shows the woman in a pale pink lingerie set, plush thighs wrapped in white, lace stockings as she sits demurely on white bed sheets. Her neck, chin and full mouth are all that is visible of her face, and Zayne’s gut tenses as he moves the mouse over, clicking play on the video.

His speakers hum with the sound of the video as the woman walks towards the bed, sitting down and smiling softly. Her lips are glossy with a balm or something, and Zayne resigns himself to his base need, slowly unbuckling his belt as the girl shuffles back on the bed slightly.

“Hi guys,” Her voice filters through the speakers, and Zayne frowns, though he can’t think what it is about the voice that makes him pause, “I just got home, and I saw my favourite doctor today. Obviously, though you’ve all been asking, I can’t say his name, but just trust me when I say he’s…so fine,”

Zayne’s hand pulls down the zipper of his slacks, licking his lips, watching closely as she trails her hands over her skin that already looks flushed with arousal. The bra barely contains her full breasts, nipples already straining against the thin fabric. He needs to see them, his hands feel empty with the need to fill his palms with their softness, and he dips into his briefs to pull out his cock, already hard and red at the tip.

The woman has barely touched herself yet, and he feels so pent up he might come before she even gets started.

Reaching over, the woman grabs what looks to be a pink sleep mask, hands disappearing out of frame before she sits back on her elbows, her full face in frame, half covered by the mask. She rolls onto her tummy as she stretches across the mattress again, the sounds of a drawer opening and closing. Her ass is almost bare, round and soft in a matching pink thong. Zayne let’s his hand stroke experimentally over his dick, exhaling shakily.

The girl is back facing the camera now, long hair fanning out over the sheets. It has Zayne pausing again, the first shiver of alarm running through his spine as he spots something on her hip. A tattoo.

The same tattoo his new patient has. But surely, it’s just a coincidence. Maybe you and this girl just have similar taste. He pauses his movements, still as stone while his brain works overtime to avoid the truth of the situation.

By now the girl, or as Zayne realises with a start, you are fully spread out on the mattress. Your legs move restlessly, like you’re so turned on you can’t stay still, and Zayne’s eyes close at the way the thought sits heavy in his groin, balls tightening as his hand squeezes the base of his dick.

He absolutely cannot do this, he cannot watch a video of a patient writhing around on their bed in nothing but their lingerie. The item you had pulled out, a sizable pink dildo, is laying by your thigh, and there is no question between that and the title about what is about to happen. But then you start speaking again, and Zayne is forced to open his eyes at the sound of your voice.

“Will you guys stay with me?” Your voice is breathier now, and you lick your lips when your hand palms a breast. Zayne’s jaw clenches, “I’ve needed to come all day since my appointment. My doctor has such big hands, it’s so fucking hot -” You gasp, fingers twisting a nipple through your bra, and Zayne’s thighs tense, a thick bead of precum dribbling down his cock at the idea that you’re about to think of him while you fuck yourself.

He must be fucking dreaming. Or maybe it’s a nightmare, given that he’s breaking every single possible rule right now by not clicking out of this video. But his dick is almost throbbing in his hand now, and he can’t rip his eyes away from the screen when your hand trails over your stomach, fingers slipping under the elastic of your thong. Your hand presses back against the mattress as you moan softly.

“I’ve been wet the whole way home,” You whine, “His voice, it’s so deep and soft. And his eyes; he watches me like he could ruin me if he wanted to. I can’t stop thinking about him,”

Zayne loses the battle against his entire brain screaming at him that this is wrong, this is a terrible idea. That he needs to stop. But he can’t, how is he supposed to stop when you’re rocking against your hand, lips parted to accommodate the ragged breaths and throaty sounds you make. He strokes himself, all the air leaving his lungs.

Your other hand reaches down to your thigh where the dildo sits, forgotten, and you smile as you hold it up to the camera, “I chose my biggest one for tonight. I want to imagine him fucking - ah - fucking me,”

“Oh, fuck,” He grits, other hand gripping the arm of his desk chair. His balls ache, and he runs his thumb over the head of his cock, watching you with half-open eyes as you shimmy out of the thong.

“How much do you want to see?” Zayne almost thinks you’re speaking directly to him, and it feels that way with the intimate hum of your voice. Maybe you are, maybe you’re imagining him doing this right now. Breaking every rule and fucking his hand while you shift on the bed, facing away from the camera and falling forward to reveal your soaked, pink pussy and the tight hole above. Zayne’s teeth nearly bite right through his lower lip when your hand reaches back, small fingers pushing right inside.

His hand speeds up, the slick sounds filling the room alongside your moans, and he wishes you were right here with him. He wishes that instead of removing your fingers and sliding the dildo through your folds, that you were here, bouncing on his cock.

You sit up slightly, looking over your shoulder as you place the dildo at your entrance. Your lips curl into a smile, “I don’t even need any lube tonight. I’m so fucking wet,”

“Yeah, you are,” Zayne murmurs to himself, half-mad with desire to see you be filled up. Even if he can’t be the one to do it, his teeth ache as he clenches his jaw, waiting for you to sink down onto that silicone, imagining it's him.

Teeth pressed into your soft lower lip, you slowly take every inch of the dildo, thighs trembling slightly, enough to make the skin of your ass ripple a bit. When you raise your hips up again, the silicone is shiny with your need, and Zayne’s mouth is watering, his fist jerking almost too fast. He doesn’t want this to be over yet, but when you start to bounce it’s too late to slow down. You’re almost moving at the same pace as his hand, and he groans, falling back into the seat so he can jerk his hips up a little, fantasising that he’s under you, that you’re taking him like a good girl would.

“Oh, god,” You whimper, the wet sounds of you fucking yourself like a melody through Zayne’s speakers, “s-so big, oh he’s so big, I know it -,”

“Shit,” Zayne digs his nails into his thigh to stop himself from coming. There’s sweat running down his chest now, and he reaches up to undo his tie, tossing it to the ground. He can barley breathe, his cock so wet it’s almost like he’s actually fucking you.

“F-fuck- I waited all day for this. Since I left his - hng - office. God, I want him to fuck me on the desk. I bet he would be so good, so rough. Oh god, please,” You’re no longer bouncing on the dildo, instead grinding your hips on it, skin dewy and flushed red, “God, I’m gonna come, oh - oh, fuck -”

Zayne is shaking, his hand almost cramping from how fast he’s dragging it along his cock. His balls give a warning throb before he flicks his eyes up to see you coming with him, your thighs twitching, hips moving jaggedly as you continue to grind down on the fake cock. He twists his wrist at the head of his length and groans loudly, closing his eyes, imagining you’re coating his dick, coming all over it. His cum stains his fingers and his white shirt, chest dropping harshly with every breath he drags in. His body feels weightless, eyes heavy, and he opens them to watch as you roll over on the bed, on your back with your legs parted, showing him and the camera the mess you’ve made.

Zayne’s cock twitches back to life at the thought of cleaning you up with his tongue.

Before he closes the video, he watches till the end. Stares at the way you slowly come back down to earth, sleepily stretching and grinning at the camera, voice hoarse, “Thank you, doctor,” you giggle, before the screen goes black, and Zayne is left to stare at his sweaty, fucked out expression in the reflection.

“Fuck,” He says.

[brookghaib-blog]

Masterlist

Pairing: Robert 'Bob' Reynolds x reader

The ghost I left behind: I, II, III, IV, V, VI

Summary: Y/N and Bob had a life before he disappear, full of love, hope, and a lot of chaos, but they managed each other, she was the only one who truly could make him avoid the void inside his mind. How could he turn his only light into a shadow in his mind ?

The ghost I left behind : One-shot

Summary: It’s Bob’s turn to watch baby Georgie without his mother for the afternoon while Y/N gets a rare, much-needed break—a hair appointment and solo coffee date she's been putting off for a year. She leaves Bob at the Watchtower with an overly detailed list, and a kiss on the cheek. Bob is confident to do it alone. He’s ready. He is not ready.

Silence between hearts: I, II, III, IV, V (discontinued)

Summary: After Project SENTRY fails, Robert Reynolds is declared dead and sealed in a glass coffin to be hidden by O.X.E. Y/N, a doctor who secretly fell in love with him after a complicated path between them, refuses to believe he’s gone—fighting to save what’s left of him while grief and denial consume her, the path to look for him would ruin her, but to what extreme.

The quiet things that remain: I, II

Summary: Bob and Y/N used to be the best of friends, he went to Malaysia to be better, only yo leave her just with a ghost in the past and unresponded messages and calls. And return, but never ti her. Never to the love she didn't had the courage to announce.

The Weight of Familiar Things

Summary: After breaking up in hig school, Y/N had never really moved on from the best relationship of her life with Bob after he disappear out of thin air. While working on her shift, Bob reappears the same away he went away.

The Dying Love of a Super-Soldier

Summary: After moving to Florida to live a normal life, Y/N had managed to achieve everything she wanted. Even after Bob and her being a complete failure that made her rot from the inside, leaving her heartbroken and unable to fully recover. Only a new, unexpected event would make her snap.

Loose Ends

Summary: Y/N and Bob meet at a Narcotics Anonymous meeting, both struggling with addiction. They form a deep bond that slowly grows into love. When Bob suddenly disappears, Y/N relapses and falls apart. Months later, Bob returns, determined to help her heal. Together, they face their pasts and find hope and love in each other’s arms.

It's Quiet Between the Stars

Summary: After surviving a lifetime of pain, addiction, and betrayal, Y/N begins the long road to healing with Bob—her anchor in the dark. Hidden away in the Watchtower, love grows between two broken souls as they learn that peace isn’t found—it’s built, moment by fragile moment.

Almost Loved: I, II (on-going)

Summary: Four months of dates, gave Y/N hope that she found the one after hopeless years, Bob looks in love, treats beautiful. There's one step that looks like it's coming. Until Bob breaks it off with her. Encountering each other a year and an half later. What happened ?

Silent arms

Summary: After a harrowing traumatic past and struggling to control her recently discovered powers, Y/N finds an unexpected refuge in Bob. Through patient care, quiet moments, and gentle love, Bob helps her rediscover trust and hope, and together they begin to heal from their broken pasts.

[melanchoire]

OMG- just saw your G!p Yujin drabble and damn. If was too good you really cooked.

We need more of g!p Yujin!! Imagine IVE's manager yelling "IVE's in Five!" But Yujin? She got another problem that only Reader (her stylist) could solve. Coming to reader with that pathetic expression of hers and evident bulge in her pants that could get her in trouble.

BUT- She wouldn't leave without breeding reader properly even though time's ticking.

cw: breeding + creampie.

yujin hating every time her stylists give her tight pants or just pants because because her cock unintentionally ends up hardening and her bulge is prominent against the fabric 😭 although she loves to brag that she has a big cock, it’s not like yujin wants to get a boner before a performance every time she has to put on pants because it’s uncomfortable even for her

so she comes over to where you are putting your makeup in your case, saying a pathetic “unnie, it happened again :(” and looking at you with puppy dog eyes and a stupid pout on her lips… it has happened more than once before that yujin had this kind of problems and you were always willing to help her by changing her outfit by giving her baggy pants or preferring to wear something simpler like a skirt, but today was not an option!

the company had practically demanded that you keep that outfit in yujin because otherwise she would be different from the other members and would be overshadowed, so unfortunately you had to hold back your desire to help her and offer her comfort because thinking about her would mean earning a scolding or losing your job

“i’m sorry, yujinnie. i can’t do anything this time.”

“but it hurts :(.”

until you look down to understand why she seems to be suffering so much and you realize what she was talking about 😳 you might have glanced at yujin’s crotch once in a while, but unconsciously! or not… and you always noticed her bulge pointing out against her pants, in a less noticeable way in those cases, but it was more than obvious that she was carrying something big under those pants

but since you were taking too long to give an answer, yujin has to take matters into her own hands! of course, turning you around and forcing you to lean over the armrest of the sofa in the locker room, not even giving you time to think, she hooks her thumbs in the waistband of your jeans and pulls them down your thighs along with your panties

“it’ll be quick. i promise.”

yujin being so pressured by only having five minutes to finish getting ready to leave the dressing rooms and head to the stage where she is literally slamming her cock into your pussy in a way that could split you in half 😭 ugh she is so frustrated and annoyed at having little time to take care of her problem that she takes it out by hammering her cock into your pussy, without even worrying about whether you can take it all or whether you’re comfortable…

she keeps her eyes on the watch on the wall, seeming more worried about getting told off by her manager than worrying about whether you're feeling okay 😓 although yujin every so often directs her gaze to you to check your condition, noticing how you’re tightly gripping the sofa cushions and burying your face in them to stifle your moans and prevent everyone from knowing that you are being fucked by your “superior”

ohhh and when yujinnie realizes there is one minute and a few seconds left until she has to go to the stage... she goes from having only one hand on your hip to having both, holding your body tightly to push you back against her and make you meet her thrusts, digging her fingers into your skin and digging her nails into your flesh, leaving scratches and crescent marks on the skin of your hip bones 😵‍💫 yujin having to bite her lower lip to avoid moaning as she felt her cock begin to shoot ropes of cum inside your pussy and straight to your womb, closing her eyes and leaning her head back as your walls hug her so tightly, practically begging her not to pull out and keep breeding you…

and this is how yujin’s stylist made sure that she looked presentable for her presentation 💕 and later she and the members are doing a vlog and interacting with the camera as if they were talking to fans yujin takes a moment to showing off her cute outfit of the day, mentioning that her stylist made sure she looked brilliant on stage

[searchingforserendipity25]

actually no, the best lawrellini conclave post-canon/au concept i can summon rn is innocent iv attempting to very earnestly match-make his dean of the college and secretary of state.

breaking their vows Would be a sin but considering the byzantine methods they are deploying to avoid being anywhere near each other inside the smallest city state in the world is:

an unnecessary complication to the new pope's ongoing mission to Make Empathic Changes For Good (Intersectional Version), which is going full steam ahead, with the sort of dedication a man who lives life expecting to be assassinated still, and means to make every day count.

oh, they're professional, of course; but poor monsignor o'malley is left trotting up and down the apostolic palace to share messages between their offices, because they refuse to text for post-conclave paranoia reasons (bellini) and because the expectation of replying in a digital format is a psychological torture for the emotionally-repressed luddite (lawrence). poor ray does not complain, but he has confessed to the pope his ankles aren't what they used to be.

they are old men, they are kind and very capable men. breaking their vows is a sin, of course. but to live is to sin inevitably. wasting good love into discomfort is far worse, vincent benítez thinks. they have to talk it out, at least. if he is to trust them to salvage something worthwhile out of the church, he has to believe they can salvage something true out of their friendship.

just kinda sad at this point, honestly.

the thing is. well the thing is. there is no polite way to tell the supreme pontiff you and your bestie already tried the secret romance thing once. and it didn't take.

they had their friends-to-secret-lovers, their shared office, their upstate drives with autumn leaves rusting and good music on the radio.

desperate embraces in the confessional of the new york cathedral. brushing hands and long glances that turned to long pining that turned to a summer of forbidden romance, turned to the anxiety of hiding their relationship to the world.

the rush of joy turned to unsustainable amounts of guilt, the longer it went on. misunderstandings, really: a lot of assumptions without communication. more resentment than either of them wanted to have for each other. the love was there, a great deal of it, but it was far from enough, when it put into question the work they were doing.

twenty years, give or take, since they last kissed in the pantry of a food kitchen in brooklyn, and put an end to the thing between them. they had their sad break up, their ex-lovers-to-friends again arc.

aldo went to paris, lawrence went to rome: they wrote, sometimes. called, met during conferences, meetings, conclaves.

the late holy pope's managed to get them to stop avoiding each other and get their shit together to pull off his own liberal win election years ago. they're fine now; they're good, they're okay. genuinely, mostly.

twenty years. recent events had made clear how much there was still to be understood between them, but they'd recognize each other's breathing in the dark anywhere. innocent xiv had managed to get them in the same confessional, on false and well-intentioned pretenses.

'it is sweet, really.' aldo says, trying to straighten his cassock, trying for wry irony, trying not to guess at the familiar profile, near enough to touch. 'are you going to tell him, or am i.'

'later,' thomas says. he swallows. it would be the easiest thing in the world, to press a hand against the grid of the partition, to pull it back, tug apart the curtains; for the curve of his adam's apple to move against aldo's palm. 'i'll explain it all.'

aldo snorts. 'maybe not all of it, if you please,' and it is enough to make lawrence quirk his mouth. the quality of the air between them alters, just enough for the closeness not to feel too suffocating.

there's nothing to be told, really. nothing to fix. only a misunderstanding. there is no way to explain the distance is not spite or shame, it is just distance. the measure of grace they give each other, now, after spending too long secluded together.

self-protection, yes; but also kindness going both ways. there is nothing to be talked out. there hasn't been anything to talk about for twenty years. if they give it enough time and enough turns of the rosary, one day that will even be true, god willing.

their eyes adapt to the gloom quickly. this part has never been difficult.

it would be the easiest thing. moving in the dark, pressing close, quieting gasping breaths with a mouth or a hand. he tilts his cheek, brushes the evening's stubble against aldo's. lightly, so it does not leave a mark - he has felt the phantom-sense of it before, he always does when they sit near.

the thing is, the confessional is closed from the outside.

but they are, after all, the secretary of state, the dean of the college of cardinals. between the two of them, they have enough master keys to open anything in the palace from the inside out, if either of them truly wanted to get out.

[slvt4felix]

I Could Never Hate You (Part IV)

Pairing -> ninthmember!reader x Lee Minho WC -> ~4,000 words Includes -> hurt/comfort, pretty heavy angst, anxiety and anxiety attack, some panicking, friendship issues (but finally some communication!!!!) Summary -> Your anxiety has been getting worse all day. Typically, Hyunjin would be the first person you would go to, but unfortunately, the two of you are not on great terms. What are you supposed to do when your best friend is avoiding you at all costs? Author's Note -> Yayy!! I have finally finished this fic. It was originally only supposed to be one part, but I'm so happy with the story it has turned into. I'm sorry it took so long, college has been kicking my ass. But thank you guys for all the support! Let me know what you think :)

♡ Masterlist // Previous ♡

Walking off stage, you fear that air will never come. It's been building up for hours at this point, and it's not a huge surprise that the peak of your anxiety has finally hit. Despite it being your biggest dream since you were a child, the concerts have never been as great as you’d hoped they would be. You loved getting to see the fans and mess around on stage with the rest of the members, but you were never quite able to shake the stage fright or the uncomfortable feeling brought on by thousands of eyes watching you. The concerts did slowly get better. They have felt more natural and exciting for you lately, but it seems as if you've taken a step back today. Or maybe it would be better classified as a trip or a fall. You aren’t quite sure why the concerts haven’t made you as nervous as they used to when you first debuted. Perhaps you were desensitized to all the screams and fans’ stares, or maybe it was the fact that Hyunjin was always by your side to reassure you. But now what? After everything that happened, Hyunjin doesn’t seem exactly eager to help you through it.

You were very worried to go on the stage, as things were already not going well today. You were hopeful when you first woke up, surrounded by warmth and comfort in Minho's arms. It felt as if anything was possible, and you were eager to fix up all the problems that had been created over the past few days. But it wasn’t as easy as it sounds. The day has gone downhill from the moment you crawled out of bed. Now it's finally the end of the day, all that's left to do is change and leave the venue, but it seems like even that task is going to be quite difficult.

You were the first to rush off stage as soon as everyone started to say their goodbyes. You managed a wave and a quick goodbye before you left, too distracted by your emotions to even tell if the boys were far behind. You hoped the fans wouldn't notice anything out of the blue, but you had made it fairly well throughout the concert, and the boys had some of their best acting faces on. So hopefully the fans would spare you this one moment. You knew you didn't have long before you would break, and you hate crying in front of the fans. Even if you could simply play it off as being overwhelmed with gratitude for them, it didn't feel right. So you left, as quickly as you could.

Your anxiety was building all throughout the day, and the consequences had exploded while on stage. All you needed to do was dance and sing your little heart out, but instead, all you could feel was your heart racing and the weight of the microphone clenched tightly in your sweaty hands. Over time, it just got worse and worse, and your chest got tighter and tighter. The sweating was definitely not only from the dancing. You couldn’t give your best to the fans like you normally do, and even that’s enough to send your anxiety through the roof. What if they notice? What will they think?

Entering the backrooms behind the stage is humbling as you notice multiple staff members watching you. You take a shaky breath still trying to calm down enough to make it somewhere more private. Your first instinct is to head straight to the bathroom, but your subconscious stops you as you remember what Hyunjin always used to tell you. It used to be a habit of yours to go to the bathroom and lock the door when you started to panic, wanting to handle it all by yourself. But once Hyunjin started helping you through your anxiety, he always told you not to, so that he or the other members were able to reach you more easily. Not to mention, being on the outside of a locked door when the person inside is upset is not usually a good situation to be in. Which is understandable, but it’s hard to think clearly when you can barely breathe.

You push through the hesitation, heading to the bathroom anyway. You know Hyunjin is a good person and would definitely comfort you if you asked him, even when he’s angry. However, you had no plans to actually approach him about that, and it’s doubtful that he would even notice your suffering in the first place if his avoidance while on stage is anything to go by. So, the bathroom it is.

Hyunjin has reassured you many times that you aren’t a burden to him, so it wasn’t hard to reach out to him over the years when you needed help. But that also means that you didn’t let many of the other members see this side of you. So what now? Now that your only support system has been torn apart by some silly fight you don’t even fully understand.

With every step, you rush forward faster and faster, hoping to get alone before the tears in your eyes fully cloud your vision. Just a few more steps until the solitude of the bathroom is all yours.

Well, it was until you feel a sweaty hand grip your wrist lightly. You turn to yell at the owner of the hand, but your awareness fades as tears start to fall, and the lump that had settled in your throat has officially stolen all talking ability. With the possibility of escape being torn from your grasp, you can no longer fight the emotions bubbling up.

You feel the person tuck you under their arm and lead you somewhere else. You realize it’s Hyunjin as the remaining scent of his cologne that hadn’t been sweated off hits your nose. It’s comforting, bringing you back to many of your favorite memories and all the times he has been there in the past. Your brain tries to fight the situation, wanting to resist and pull away from him, but it’s either this or in a smelly bathroom all by yourself. As much as you hate to say it, Hyunjin may just be the right choice in this scenario. He leads you into a room and sits you down on a soft cushion. This room is much quieter, and all of the sounds, smells, and movement that had been overwhelming you are gone. It’s a relief to your senses, but you barely register the change, too overwhelmed with your lack of oxygen.

“You’re okay, you’re safe,” Hyunjin whispers to you in a soft manner as he kneels on the ground in front of you, “everything’s gonna be okay, y/n-ah.” Your eyes are squeezed shut, and you focus purely on Hyunjin’s voice, trying to take back control over your emotions. He used to do a lot more for you, but over time, you’ve learned how to handle them better on your own. So now, his presence is more there for reassurance and grounding while you try to regain your breath and work through your emotions. In this industry, you aren’t always able to leave a room or steal a friend away for help; sometimes you have to get through it yourself.

In the quiet of the room, a cautious knock rings out from the door of the dressing room Hyunjin had brought you to. While the noise goes completely over your head, Hyunjin was prepared for it to come eventually. He sighs as Minho peeks his head inside the door, just as he expected. Due to your newly formed relationship, it wasn’t surprising that he had come to check up on you. Lately, you two were completely up each other’s butts.

It’s just the honeymoon stage, he tries to remind himself.

“Come on in,” Hyunjin whispers gently and motions for Minho to enter. As much as Hyunjin had been shipping the two of you, he hadn’t expected anything to actually happen. It was more of a joke to get a reaction out of you and Minho. However, he soon realized his mistake when your complaints increased tenfold and the rest of the band started pushing harder. It was only a matter of time until one of you came to your senses and realized the feelings you had hidden deep down. He wanted to be happy about it, he really did, but when it actually came down to it, he was too scared to lose you. You’re not only his bandmate, but also his best friend. Someone he would do anything for; someone who has been with him through everything and hopefully will continue to be for the rest of your life. And that right there is exactly what he is afraid to lose.

What if Minho doesn’t want you two to be friends anymore?

What if you don’t have enough time for him?

What if you don’t need him anymore?

It may seem irrational to some people, but oftentimes fear isn’t something you can reason with, and there is nothing you can do about it. There were so many worst-case scenarios running through his head that he had simply blown up. If you had asked him two weeks ago, he would’ve said that he would never ever speak to you in that way. But it happened. You had rushed in, and immediately, all you had to talk about was Minho. Just like usual. And it scared him, so he lashed out.

Yeah, like that’ll solve the issue, he had thought to himself shortly after the encounter. He knew he was in the wrong. He never should have said any of that. He didn’t mean it, and he regretted it deeply. But what is there to do now? How can he fix it?

It seems as if talking it out is mostly off-limits. You’ve both been avoiding each other to the max, and it’s not often that you guys get a moment alone to talk. Not only would you need somewhere to talk, but you would also need to be receptive to what Hyunjin has to say. And that seems very unlikely. If talking it out isn’t an option, what else can he do to fix it? He can’t just sit around anymore; this problem is certainly not going to solve itself. Maybe he could start with his actions and show you just how much he cares. Then you can realize that he is starting to come around to the whole new relationship, and it seems that now is the perfect chance to start mending the relationship.

Minho walks in and settles nervously next to you on the small couch. He raises his hands, but doesn’t touch you, unsure of how exactly to act in this situation. What is his role? Hyunjin sees his hesitation and gently removes one of his hands that was holding yours. Minho gets the idea and takes your clammy palm in his, gently caressing the top of your hand with his thumb.

You focus on the new sensation, and your shoulders sag a little bit as you become a little more aware of what’s going on. Your sobs gradually start to calm down a little as you sit in the quiet room.

“Hey, y/n, can you open your eyes for me?” Hyunjin directs, hoping to make you more aware of your surroundings and help you to focus on what’s around you, as sometimes that can help calm you down.

You follow Hyunjin’s instructions, knowing it’s for the better. It takes a second for your eyes to adjust, but when they do, you’re met with the sight of Hyunjin kneeling in front of you with one of your hands in his. His eyes are full of concern and kindness, and his familiar gaze is nearly enough to calm you right back down. You feel the couch shift slightly next to you and glance over to find Minho sitting beside you. The sight is less familiar, yet it fills your heart with gratefulness and love. No matter what happens, you know that you have your people behind you.

“Hey there, kitten,” he says softly. You can practically hear the nerves in his voice. As the second-oldest member in the group, he is often dealing with issues and dishing out advice, but it’s obvious that this is outside his usual pay grade.

I guess I get special treatment as his girlfriend, you think with a small huff. It’s so hard to be upset around Minho. Well, at least nowadays, previously, he was the cause of your tears. But things have changed… drastically, it appears.

“Are you laughing?” Minho comments in disbelief, a smile growing on his face.

“Just a little, I can’t help it!” You defend against his comment, “You just look so uncomfortable.”

“Hey, give him a break, he’s new to this whole emotions thing,” Hyunjin adds with a teasing grin on his face, relieved that you are feeling better so fast. He knows this isn’t the end. You’ll get through the attacks, but your anxiety doesn’t just go away, especially on bad days. But that doesn’t define you, nor would you let it take away from the good moments.

Minho sends him a glare, and Hyunjin takes that as his sign to leave. It never ends well when you start to tease Minho. It very quickly turns to tissues and threats. A situation he would not like to be in more than once in two days.

Hyunjin gives your hand one final squeeze and stands with an exaggerated groan. “Well, I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone,” he says with a playful look of disgust on his face.

Your eyes follow Hyunjin as he makes his exit, confusion starting to cloud your mind as you begin to fully realize the situation.

You turn to Minho quickly, hoping to find answers, “Do you think that means we’re friends again?” Minho’s eyes soften at your words. He knows just how bad this fight has been hurting you, and he wishes with everything in him that he could take your pain away. However, that just wasn’t possible. All you want is your best friend back, and that is something he simply cannot fix.

“I think those are questions you’re gonna have to ask him, sweetheart,” he replies gently, reaching out to wipe the remaining tears from your face. You lean into his side, as your stomach flutters with butterflies. It's a refreshing reminder that even if you're struggling or the day starts going downhill, you always have your people behind you; you’re glad to find that Hyunjin is still one of them.

"Let's go back to the hotel, yeah?" Minho proposes, "I think we've been through enough today." You nod your head sluggishly, agreeing immensely with what he's suggested. All the crying has tired you out, and all you can think of is crawling into a warm bed, right into your boyfriend's arms.

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You pad softly down the hotel hallway as the morning sun starts to flood through the window. After the rough night you had, you passed out right after you took a shower. Surprisingly, you actually had a very good night of sleep. Despite the redness from the tears you had shed, your eyes had slipped open quite easily this morning. Maybe the reassurance that Hyunjin still cared was enough to ease you into an actual night of rest.

Somehow, you still haven’t gotten the opportunity to properly talk with him, and it may be something he actually deserves this time. It was kind of him to help you, despite the tension and fighting still present in your relationship. After a quick glance at Minho, you had left the room, hoping to clear the air and make your way to Hyunjin and Felix’s hotel room. You knew it was unlikely for Hyunjin to be awake at this time, the sun just barely risen, but maybe Felix was awake. Then, you could wait for Hyunjin to wake up and catch him before everyone has to head to the venue to start preparing for the concert.

You stop in front of the heavy, wooden door and let out a sigh. This is it. You were going to end this fight once and for all. You just want your best friend back.

Upon knocking, you’re met with a sight you had never expected. Instead of Felix, you’re met with the endearing sight of your best friend. Hyunjin stands there in his pajamas, looking at you with wide eyes. His arms and fingers are covered in what appears to be charcoal, and there’s even a bit smudged on his face.

You let out a small giggle at the sight, intrigued as to what he was up to. His eyes light up at your laugh, “Y/n, what are you doing here? Why are you awake right now?”

“All I can think about is our argument,” you state, not quite answering his question. You push past him, entering his hotel room. Immediately, you notice Felix, lying in one of the beds, scrolling on his phone. He glances up, making eye contact with you, and a smile spreads on his face.

“Finally! It’s about time you guys made up. He won’t stop sulking,” he exclaims as he starts to pull himself out of bed. “Hopefully, you breaking into our room will go a bit better this time, yeah?”

You roll your eyes playfully, remembering the vicious scene from a couple of days prior. Felix walks past you and makes his exit, obviously giving the two of you time to talk things out. When Felix leaves, Hyunjin makes his way further back in the room and takes a seat at the desk next to you. This draws your attention, and you notice the set of supplies strewn across the desk. There are pens, chalks, and charcoals surrounding a sketchbook left open. It’s a sketch of flowers, unsurprising as it’s one of Hyunjin’s most common choices for art. However, this one is even darker than some of his others. You know his art can sometimes feel a bit heavy, but the flowers in this one even appear to be wilted.

Oh, Hyunjin. You think as your heart aches a bit. It’s obvious he’s a bit upset about something, and you think you might just know what the problem is.

“What are you doing up, sleepyhead?” You ask him, deciding to start simple. “Don’t you usually prefer to sleep in?”

“Yeah, but I couldn’t really sleep that well,” he states with a sigh. It’s then that you notice the same redness in his eyes that resides in yours. He must have been upset after he left.

“I see. I like your drawing,” you comment, and Hyunjin immediately flushes.

“Thank you,” he says quietly before turning in his chair and carefully shutting the sketchbook. You hadn’t meant for him to hide it away, but it seems that you were never meant to see it in the first place. You don’t stop him or ask to see more, wanting to keep his art a comfort for him. Instead, you decide to bite the bullet. Small talk would never solve anything. Deep communication was the key, and both of you knew that.

“Why’d you do that?” You ask, your eyes slowly starting to water as the memories come back. “Why would you say those things to me?” At the blunt question, Hyunjin startles a bit, turning back to you. You can tell as he begins to debate what exactly to say in his head, trying to figure out the best way to articulate his thoughts.

“I was afraid to lose you,” he decides to go with. The simple phrase makes you freeze. You weren’t sure what you had expected, but it certainly wasn’t this. He was afraid? What the hell was he talking about with losing you?

“Hyunjin, why would you lose me? I’m right here,” you say gently, trying to reassure the man despite not knowing exactly what the situation was.

“All you would talk about is Minho. Sure, it wasn’t exactly loving words, but still. It was always about you and him. I just miss when it was you and me. I know he’s important to you, but you’re my best friend, y/n-ah. I have no idea what I would even do without you. Who would I laugh with? Who would I confide in? You’re everything to me, and I just sort of freaked out when it seemed like I might lose you for good. But I just pushed you away even more. I’m so sorry.” He rushes out, his voice starting a bit raised and eventually lowering to a near whisper. Despite his ramblings, his explanation does make a lot of sense. You know Hyunjin, and you know he certainly does not believe the things he said about you. Which definitely doesn’t make it acceptable, but at least you know that it was a defense mechanism rather than genuine hatred.

“Oh. I thought you were really upset with me. I couldn’t figure out why you would say those things to me,” you tell him, knowing that it’s important for him to hear how you were feeling, too.

“I know, and I regretted it the moment those words left my mouth. I would do anything to take it back. I promise I support you and Minho. I think I’m finally coming around to the idea. I was just nervous that he wouldn’t want us to be friends anymore.”

“Hyunjin, he has known both of us for such a long time. He would never ask us to do that. He knows how much you mean to me.”

“I know, but I guess I just panicked.”

You sigh at his words. You totally understand how he feels. There have been so many moments where you have accidentally said something you shouldn’t have or behaved rudely as a result of panicking. You step closer to Hyunjin and pull him up to give you a hug. He wraps his arms around you as you rub his back lightly. You feel his tears slightly wet your shirt, but you don’t say anything about it, not wanting to ruin the tender moment.

“It’s okay, Jinnie, I forgive you.” At these words, he hugs you a bit tighter, glad that your friendship is finally okay again.

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After both of you had calmed down, the two of you began to reminisce on some of your guys’ best memories over the years. He had even brought up some of the most embarrassing stories of Minho, making you crack up. Gosh, you had missed him so much.

At the reminder of your boyfriend, you excuse yourself, but not before reminding Hyunjin to call Felix back to the room. You felt bad for making the poor man find somewhere else to hang out, but to be fair, you hadn’t asked him to leave. He was just too kind for his own good.

You return to your hotel room, only to find Minho still sleeping and very soundly at that. You smile adoringly at him before crawling back into bed with him.

“Did you guys figure everything out?” He asks drowsily, and you startle a bit at his voice. You were positive that he was still asleep, but he’s always been good at tricking you. You were impressed that he had even managed to figure out where you had gone.

“Yes, I got my best friend back,” you say with a small smile, genuinely relieved that you and Hyunjin had managed to get past this hurdle.

“I’m happy for you, honey,” Minho says sweetly before pulling you closer and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. Falling back to sleep with your boyfriend, you realize that you have never been happier.

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[pureshadough]

crk reread - prologue

(long post with lots of images under the cut!)

why the fuck are the prologue cutscenes so low quality and bitcrunched?

are the ancients ever referred to as just The Five anywhere else in game? i think it's literally just in this single instance. very strange

soul jam's nature was so Dubious during prelaunch. are they unique to the virtue holders specifically, or a universal concept given a title and Emphasis for these exceptionally strong instances of them? we have soul stones which are described as having their essence, but its never been particularly clear if each individual cookie has a soul stone as like, their actual SOUL or not, and if souljam is moreover supposed to be synonymous in this use-case. i think devsis probably didn't really know themselves until a bit of a ways in. interesting to look back on

i have a deep appreciation for how all of the ancients get crowns & diagrams of their kingdoms behind them EXCEPT for lily

and if you didnt manage to catch on to the fact she was the odd one out of the group, this quad shot spells it out even clearer

do we ever see the flags for hb and gc's kingdoms outside of this cutscene? can't remember. surely we do

I still have no fucking idea how she's here for this.

god damn kim has been putting her heart into every single pv line since day one. i need more people to listen to the korean voice acting for this game the delivery is genuinely so fucking excellent across the board

the use of eternity in this sentence is. Interesting.

IVE NEVER NOTICED THAT THEY BOTH START TO CRUMBLE DURING THIS??? dark moon magic is some wild shit my dude

these early early game (practically prototype) cutscenes are SO strange looking by comparison to today. lily looks like shes from a newgrounds flash animation from 2008 here. wet cat

ever wondered why the vanilla kingdom is permanently airborne?

Yeah

it wasn't always airborne

you can also briefly catch the souljams scattering across earthbread in that shot!

small detail people often forget about: while many cookies have indeed escaped the witches grasp after being baked before, im of the understanding here that gingerbrave is uniquely the only cookie to have ever escaped from inside the oven itself, mid-baking process. the kid also manages to avoid most every hazard for the unknowable amount of time he was running before he at last passed out from exhaustion after attacking a wolf. King shit

corporate wants you to find the difference between these two images

oh what the fuck i COMPLETELY forgot about this. all of them knew each other pre-game! what! sure!

okay now This.

are we ever gonna come back around to this one devsis because What the fuck are you talking about. Why. Does this not completely undercut everything going on with white lily. In the first 15 minutes of playtime. WHY DOES STRAWBERRY PROCEED TO NEVER BRING THIS UP AGAIN. GINGERBRAVE DOESNT EVEN ACKNOWLEDGE THIUS AT ALL IN THE MOMENT???? ITS SO DARK IN HERE

the sugar gnomes immediately approaching three Actual Children when they happen to congregate within the ruins of the old kingdom they lived at and going REBUILD SOCIETY is so fucking funny to me

i know the intentions of most of this is near-exclusively to teach the player the base game mechanics but the concept of cookie cutters as they function in the gacha being a Real Thing in this universe is so. ????!?!??!?!?!??!?

i recall wizard gets disproven here a few chapters later but Man even the game cant decide on which variation of its lore to go with

SUMMONING BEACON

ahhh yes good old chili pepper and her singular personality trait of Is A Thief. i will be skipping most of her dialogue henceforth

will we EVER elaborate on what this fucking power from "The Legends" is supposed to be. Ever. We are so far removed from this initial plot at this point. devsis has the opportunity to bring back the funniest chekhovs gun in all of fiction

custard cookie's korean performance makes him INFINITELY more tolerable to listen to. dare i say its Cute, Even. he's just a little guy.

thats about it for prologue besides a bunch of really short & unvoiced tutorial cutscenes. I am forever haunted by the fact like 70% of the details established in this like 45 minute stretch have been pretty much completely abandoned in the modern day. GOD I WISH THEY DID ANYTHING WITH STRAWBERRY SEEING A COOKIE GET EATEN. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME. i remembered she had *a* scene involving a witch encounter but not whatever the hell they were trying to do with THIS. The missed potential for her to have the most insane possible conversations with DE/lily. A literal nine year old coped better with seeing god consume its own creation than her. Fuck.

[greywritesthings]

Pretty girl

Bob Reynolds x F! reader

Genre - Smut

Warnings - slight miscommunication, avoidant reader, interrupted masturbation, SoftDom!Bob, Oral F receiving, PinV sex

A/N - no use of Y/N, first time writing a fic / smut in a long ass time so iv tried my best! Also not really proofread sorry!

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You had been stelthily avoiding Bob for a few days now, you had managed to avoid him at breakfast and dinner, gym sessions cancelled last second for totally urgent admin work and movie nights sidelined for specialised training with Yelena. You thought no one would notice. You believed that *he* wouldn't notice.

What an idiot you were.

Yelena and Buck caught on almost immediately, Ava quickly after, hell even Alexsi caught up to it eventually. But the first to notice was Bob.

Brown haired, wide-eyed, too adorable yet hot for his own good Bob. He caught on the second you didn't cuddle with him on the couch like you usually did for "family movie night," as Alexi forced on you all.

He figured you just needed space for some reason he couldn't think of, or maybe you were just having an off couple of days, but on day five, he was sick of it. He kept out of your way until the others went on a mission, leaving just you and him alone at the tower.

You were dreading being alone in the tower with Bob, this was like the start of every wide eyed blushing fantasy you had had about him since you had started living with the team, and the more you tried not to think about him, the more you thought about him and the hotter you felt just sitting in bed. You could help yourself out, of course, but you just wanted him to touch you, make you his, but you had given up hope of that a while ago. Now, it was just between you and the vibrator sitting in your bedside drawer.

You finally gave in to the urges after doing a whole half an hour of admin busywork that was actually Ava's instead of going to the gym to train with the same man you were imagining.

You were too caught up in the beginings of plesure to hear the knock at the door till its slowly opening, you throw the blankets over yourself and the vibrator back into your open drawer, entirely pink from head to toe as Bob stands awkward in your doorway.

"Ohmygod hi Bob sorry i was busy!" You rush out quickly trying to smooth over any suspicions that you could be up to any, personal time, instead of the admin you said you were doing, pulling the blanket up higher against you.

"You didnt sound like you were doing admin work so i thought id come see why you actually avoided me" Bob says across the room, still slouched in the doorway but his eyes rake over you, clearly seeing what you were trying to hide underneath the blanket.

"I was, um i was just about to start, i fell asleep so um yeah!" You stumble through a god awfull excuse as bob shuffles closer to you, closing the door behind him. Eventually hes standing right next to you, eyes boring into your very soul and it makes you gulp like a cartoon. The usual soft brown eyes you adore staring into are gone, lust filled ones overtake them and rake across your form hidden under the blanket, all usual anxietys are gone but not in the sentry way, just the confident Bob way, not a look usually seen.

"I know when your lying to me" he murmers as he leans closer to you, eyes locking onto yours. "Heard you say my name pretty girl" and those words make you tense up, eyes widening in shock as your mouth drops open slightly.

Then he moves, slow, giving you time to back away, and meets your lips, firmly pressung against you as his hand moves to cup your jaw, you moan slightly and he uses that to push his way into your mouth. After a few minutes he pulls away, your both breathless, lips swollen slightly "This okay?" He says as he moves to lean you both down against the bed, you nod snd press your forhead against his, letting him move you as he wants. This isnt a side of Bob you have really seen, taking the lead, dominant almost but still soft and still very much Bob.

Hes laying over you, keeping you in place as he wants with his one arm caging you in by your head and the other going to the hemline of your shirt, your only remaining clothing, and you nod again, letting him underneath the fabric.

His hand travels slow as he connects your mouths again, with a sense of possessiveness, like he was trying to own your mouth. His hand climbs high enough to reach your breast and he swirls his thumb across the bud, adding in a few pinches and twists before moving across to the other one.

When you both pull away again he wastes no time and heads down to your neck, sucking and biting wherever he went, finding a certain spot that made you gasp just a little bit more and focusing on that before moving on again. In that time youv managed to get your hands under his sweater, feeling ober every inch of him.

Soon enough hes asking to pull your shirt up off over your head and after a quick nod he nearly tears in the process "your gorgeous, pretty girl, my pretty girl" he mumbles quiet praises into your skin, leaving hickeys and bite marks anywhere he could find. You moan softly, raking your hands from his back to his hair and tugging.

He leans back to pull his sweater over his head, finally allowing you to actually see him and you nearly short circuited, you lay bare to him wide eyed and half stunned at him just shirtless. "You okay?" He asks softly, the same look he allways has for you drawn all over him as he leans back down to you.

"Never better" you respond with a small smile, pulling him back down for a kiss, raking your hand across his chest, the other into his hair.

With Bob back on top of you he grinds his hips down slightly, as if to test the waters, and you let out a small moan, pushing your own hips up to meet him. "Pretty girl, fuck, you drive me insane" Bob moans into the crook of your neck as one hand skirts lower, so close to where you need him but yet so far. "You wana pretty girl, hm? Want me to fuck you like you imagined?" He asks looking you in the eye, his hand even closer to your center now as you buck your hips up to try and gain some friction.

"Please Bob, fuck please baby fuck me, need you" you beg softly, nearly dripping with need, looking up at him just begging for him to touch you.

"Okay okay I'm gona I promise" Bob murmers as he moves himself lower against you, mouthing at your breasts and body as he went, leaving a trail of dark red and purple marks. The hand that was teasing you stops, instead his middle finger pushes against your slit, teasing from your enterance to your clit forcing a moan from you.

That hand keeps teasing you, going from your enterance to your clit, tapping on it at random forcing your hips up involuntarily untill you feel his warm breath against you and his hand pulls away as you whine. "I know honey, just desperate for me, cmere then" he asks quietly as he then pulls you down slightly to meet his mouth, tongue poking out to reach for your enterance and licking in with a moan from the pair of you.

"Fuck Bob oh my god" you moan loudly, hands reaching out for somthing to grab, one settling in Bobs hair the other the pillow next to you as he becomes incessant, licking messily at your entrance before moving up to your clit, sucking messily letting out soft moans as he does, thats when he decides to push a finger into your enterance, quickly adding another as you pull tighter on his hair, feeling your climax approaching. "Fuck baby oh my god, please" you moan loudly.

Bob adds another finger, curling them just right to hit that spongey spot inside you, "cum for me, go on pretty girl" he says, looking up at you adoringly as he continues pushing you to the edge.

Its when he presses another kiss to your clit that you finally tip over the edge, the feeling snapping inside you making you see white, you have no idea what words are leaving your mouth or if theyr even words at all. Bob slows down, letting you ride it out as he comes back up to your face.

Once you start twitching from overstimulation his hand leaves you, resting on your hip as he leans down to kiss you, messily. As you reach down to where his waist band is, attempting to push it down. He pulls away with a laugh "okay okay, you'll get what you need baby I promise." As he stands up, leaving you with a brush of cool air to take off the remainder of his clothes.

You whine, batting your eyelashes at him untill your very much distracted as he takes his boxers off, revealing his length to you for the first time, and as much as you had imagined what he would look like you didn't think he would be that impressive, long but girthy but not too much so it looked painfull, the angry red tip was leaking precum as Bob leans back down to you. "I know, I've got you, I've got you." He says, connecting your lips again as he settles himself between your legs, length running across your slit making you jerk slightly, still sensitive from your first orgasm.

"Please baby, please, need you inside me." You whine when all he seems to want to do is tease you, length dragging up and down your slit driving you half mad with want.

"Okay, alright, you've done so good for me, my good girl yeah?" Bob asks quietly, leaning down to your neck and sucking as he pushes inside your enterance slowly, both of you letting out moans as he does.

Once hes fully settled inside he gives you a few minutes before pulling himself up onto his elbows, looking down at how fucked out you look already. "Move, please baby, fuck me." You whine up to him, batting your eyes and hooking your legs over his waist.

And he does, slowly at first but he picks up the pace, thrusting in harder and faster, "fuck you feel so good pretty girl, all for me yeah?" He says as he presses as kiss to your forhead, trying not to break when you clench harder around him, close already after your first orgasm.

"All for you Bob, fuck im gona" your cut off as Bob reaches a hand between you both and starts rubbing circles against your clit making you cry out and clench even harder around him.

Between Bob licking and sucking againsts your breasts and neck, the hand against your clit and the feeling of being so full the tension snaps, stars burst behind your eyes as your back bows, pressing your chest to his as Bob leans up as peppers kisses all over your face, now letting up his speed but removing the hand from your oversensitive clit. "Good girl, good girl, thats it, you got one more for me yeah? Just one more, wana feel you cum around me again and ill give you what you want" he says as he ginds against you deeper than before.

Your whines and moans are incomprehensible, mixes of "yes", "please" and "fill me up baby" are all you can manage, he chuckles slightly and pulls out, slamming back in to your oversensitive hole.

Hes relentless in his pace, hand moving back to your clit and lips to yours, teeth and tounge clashing together in sheer desperation as you hurtle towards the edge together. "Come on, cum for me gorgeous, come on just one more." He says as he adds more pressure to your clit.

"Wana, wana for you please fuck, please" you dont even know what your begging for but he gives it too you anyway.

"I know, iv got you, iv got you, love you so much pretty, cum for me." He says, forhead pressed against yours as you bow against him, your climax ripping straight through you, triggering his own release with a low groan "fuck thats it, good girl good girl fuck."

He slows down, letting you ride out your orgasm, stopping when your no longer wildly clenching around him, not pulling out and just resting against you. "You okay baby?" He murmers forhead still pressed against yours as your eyes open again, a content smile on your lips as you nod slightly.

He pulls the both of you, dragging you ontop of him, still inside you, so he wont crush you under his weight "was that good for you?" He asks quietly, hand scratching lightly at the back of your neck as it allways does when you cuddle together, abliet not normally post sex.

You turn slightly and look up at him, reaching a hand up to his jaw, then his hair. "Better than I'd imagined about you." You reply, enjoying these soft moments before reality sets in properly.

"How about we shower then cuddle in my room? I'll change the sheets later hm?" Bob asks after a while, as he slides out of you, leaving you empty but quickly moving to sit up with you in his lap as you protest. "Shower then cuddles I promise pretty girl." He says with a chuckle as he carrys you across to the ensuite.

After the shower, where Bob mostly just made you stand there while he cleaned you, Bob dressed you in a pair of leggings and his sweater and carried you across to his room.

"I love you too," you whisper a while later, curled in Bobs embrace, some random TV show he liked playing quietly in the background. You feel Bob tense lightly underneath you and relax again, quietly pressing a kiss against the top of your head.

[realcube]

WRATH & LUST . t.kei / y.tadashi

synopsis ✧ you hate tsukishima kei. you do everything in your power to make his life miserable but nothing works. now you have no choice but to fuck his best friend

cws/tags ✧ college au , enemies to enemies who screw, cursing, fob, smut, vaginal, oral (giving), degredation, impact play, begging, squirting — minors dni

parts ✧ i. ii. iii. iv.

completely taken back, his jaw drops and a heat rises to his face, painting his features a deep red he can only attempt to hide with his palm. "what is wrong with you?" he stammers from the sheer disbelief.

"aw," you say in a mocking tone, "don't be embarrassed, tsukishima. okay, maybe be a bit embarrassed. but it's normal to be insecure about that ki—"

"what is wrong with you? is this a joke to you?!" he repeats, far more ferociously this time, while pushing you back against the bed, cornering you, "you are a disgusting, perverted asshole and you're going to rot in hell. never come near me again!" his disgruntled yet rigid facade has slowly devolved throughout the conversation, leaving him as a screaming, livid mess.

"so, what i'm hearing is, you want to screw me so bad."

tsukishima can't stand that shit-eating look on your face; he wants to shut you up somehow, prove he's the one in charge. and he does so by slamming his lips down against yours, finally freed from the tightness across his abdomen. he's not sure what provoked him to take this course of action but as soon as your lips meet, he embraces it by groaning into the kiss and leaning into it.

instinctually you stumble backwards at the abrupt — although, not unforeseen — contact, and due to your close proximity to the bed, you fall back onto the downy sheets with tsukishima refusing to break the kiss and following suit. albeit he's able brace himself with his arms to avoid landing on you.

your lips move eagerly against his, to his surprise, and you even snake your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. unaware of how passionately you longed for this until you were one, melting into his touch and soaking up his intoxicating scent.

the desire and yearning snuck up on the poor, unwitting man too. one second he wanted you dead , now he's grinding his throbbing bulge against the fabric of your skirt, itching to tear your clothes right off. things change so quickly it's impossible for him to keep track of how he's supposed to feel, in this moment he found it easiest to listen to his primal impulse, that's telling him to pin your ankles up by your ears and not stop until he's satisfied. he didn't care if fucking you went against what he believed in. it ought to teach you an important lesson, anyway.

his erection stiffened against your skin, the snug sensation of your thighs capturing his cock prompted him to hook an arm under your knees, making them bend so he could see up your skirt. for this reason, only, he parted from your frenzied kiss so he could appraise your pussy.

having seen your panties on the ground — and literally chucked them at you — he knew you weren't wearing any, yet the sight of your vulnerable, moist cunt still pleasantly surprised him. "zero shame. bare pussy out 'n everything." a sly smirk spread across his features as he ran a slender finger between your folds, assessing how wet you were.

perhaps it was rude of him to think this but as he examined your damp, puckered hole, he can't help but wonder how the reserved, benign yamaguchi managed to get you so soaked. regardless, he swore to himself that by the time he was done with you, yamaguchi's name would no longer be a word in your vocabulary, he'd fuck the memories right out of you.

two fingers penetrate your hole, raw from how hard yamaguchi fucked you, not even ten minutes ago. the discomfort caused a hiss to slip through your defences, and as he moved his fingers inside you, slowly gaining momentum and speed, he snarled, "be quiet. unless you want everyone to hear how much of a desperate whore you are."

his digits increase in vigour and aggression, piercing into you, the palm of his hand colliding with your clit in rapid succession. the pleasure he sent wracking through you was unreal; all the nasty names were so worth it, soon enough your moans will be loud enough to drown out his annoying voice anyway. your back arched at the brutal, startling simulation, resulting in long whines being drawn out of you. he scowled; on one hand, he scorned how overt you were being, but on the other, the thought of the whole floor hearing him make you his bitch was exciting, the blood rushing to his cock almost making him light-headed.

tsukishima concentrated on your twitching figure as he fingered you mercilessly. from recently having your hole abused by yamaguchi's dextrous tongue, you found yourself approaching your orgasm prematurely, and he took note of that. so just as you were about to come undone around his fingers, he halted.

your eyes, that had previously been squeezed shut, heaved open to stare at him with a bemused and dismayed expression, which was exactly what he was hoping for. "what? did you think i was going to let you enjoy that? you must be an idiot."

he sharply yanked his fingers out, and you gasped as the stark, cool air flooded against your sensitive hole. you roll your eyes at his smartass judgement; he's a lot hotter when his mouth his closed.

your skirt is lazily dropped onto the floor once tsukishima pulls it off. he runs his thumb over your slit before he climbs off the bed and begins to undo his belt, and you can't help but breathe a deadened sigh of relief now that he was finally getting to the real deal.

"take your top off." he muttered while his eyes are drilled to his belt buckle.

you scoff to yourself and lay on your back with your legs spread. "you should be grateful i let you take my skirt off."

"take it off or i'll rip it off you." he asserts with sparing you a glance.

you pout; not wanting him to think he is the boss of you, but having witnessed his deranged behaviour, you wouldn't put it past him to tear your shirt off. so begrudgingly, you peel your top off from over your head. neatly fold it and put it on the side. only for tsukishima to pick it up and cast it onto the floor, just to be petty.

you'd bark something back at him in response, but you become distracted by the fact his trousers have been fully removed, leaving him in only his briefs, the front of which has been lowered to free his cock. tip teasing your entrance, it pokes your hole and retreats, a string of thick slick connecting you.

"you're too easy." he mused, swiping his finger over your pussy to break the strand. his tip continued to poke and prod at your entrance, whenever you thought he was about to penetrate, he'd immediately pull away. at first you thought he was prepping his cock, but this went on for over two minutes.

eventually you groaned, "are you going to give it to me or not?"

"so needy." he chuckled, shallowly thumbing your slit, "not until you beg for it."

"you're dreaming." you jeer, while he casually picks up your legs and rests them on his shoulders.

there is a chance he is dreaming, or maybe you just don't know what you're missing yet. an obscene squelching noise sounds from your pussy as he forces his tip into you, and you bite your lip to cope with how you already feel strained with only his tip. it's uncomfortable yet you are still thirty for more.

"kei.." you whine, "please."

a smug look crosses his face but it drops when he realises that is all you have to say, he expecting that to be the beginning of a chorus of pleas and prayers, but you haven't resumed. "is that all?" he asks in a derisive manner, "you're going to have to do better than that."

"i said please, tsukishima." your voice is low, and your walls twitch around his tip, "i need all of you."

"all of what?"

you sigh through your nose and cast your watery gaze aside, looking to yamaguchi's plain walls for an ounce of comfort, muttering, "all of your dick. i want it so bad."

his firm grip finds your jaw and forces you to face him, "look at me. i want to see the humiliation in your eyes." he states nonchalantly. his grasp doesn't let up, though it relaxes ever so slight to allow you to talk again.

"please, kei. please give it to me." you beg, any semblance of dignity that remained being thrown out the window. "i need you so so much. please help me."

his eyes look down upon you; cold and unforgiving, as always. what you can't tell is that behind his forbidding exterior, he is starting to warm up to you. he detects a level of sincerity that wasn't there before, and it pleases him.

but to you he reads as unwavering, so you carry on, "fuck, kei. please. you're the only one that ca— ngh!"

a unstifled moan is pried from you as, without warning tsukishima pushes into you, exhaling a small sigh of pleasure at how your creamy walls encase him so nicely. "that's right. so fucking cock-hungry."

so tight too, it's like he only just fits inside. he'd never tell you that though, your ego doesn't need to be any bigger than it already is. be that as it may, he's starting to understand why yamaguchi wanted to keep you as his little secret for so long.

his whole length dug into you, the fullness of your pussy pulling a guttural moan from you. he bit his bottom lip, trying his hardest not to burst by simply watching your face contort and your body writhe due to his cock. "aren't you going to thank me?"

"thank you.." you mewl, eyes tightly shut.

"no. what did i tell you." he grunted, your lewd expressions making it difficult for him to restrain himself, "look at me."

you prised your heavy lids up, so cock-drunk already it proved challenging to focus your eyes on him. "thank you."

satisfied with your proclamation of gratitude, his cock rams into you, treating your voracious pussy to flood of pain and pleasure. he was in complete control of every movement he made; his thrusts are vicious yet calculated.

by keeping his hands on your hips and manoeuvring your whole body to his whims, he is able to pull his entire length out of you then pump it right back in. he made use of every single inch of your plush walls, using you as a squirming fleshlight to milk himself dry.

being fucked by tsukishima was like nothing you've ever experienced. he's distant yet every action is so deliberate, and he maintains a steady pace throughout, pulling so far out that when he plunges back into you, the collision of both of your hips causes your tits to shake. perhaps that was intentional as that was were tsukishima's eyes were fixed to. you assume this is the closest thing mankind has to robot sex.

his breath hitches, grinding his teeth together; he's teetering on an orgasm, and has been doing so since his tip first entered your velvety hole, but has had to resist spilling into you too early because he knows you'll ridicule him to hell.

but the bliss from your wet, plump walls hugging his cock, as he slides all the way in and out of you grows to be too much. precum is leaking into you and you can both feel it.

it's been around five minutes since he started railing you, he figures that's long enough, so he lets himself burst inside you, his hot cum flooding into you and coating your insides. even once he's done, he doesn't pull out, basking in your warmth while his fingers get to work.

you're whining profanities under your breath, tits bouncing while his cock vehemently destroys your pussy; may as well split you down the middle. there's a break in your moans when he ejaculates in you, relishing the congestive sensation, though you expect the onslaught of stimulation to end now that tsukishima has finished.

you couldn't be more wrong.

his fingers spring to your clit without hesitation: rubbing, pinching and flicking. soon enough, the familiar knot that has been curling within you splits; your back arches as far as it can, a sensual scream emits from your throat, and your pussy clenches around him as you reach your first orgasm courtesy of tsukishima kei.

puffs and wheezes fill the room, your chests both rise and fall, almost in sync, complemented by the air of boundless wrath and lust that surrounded the pair of you. your given a moment to come down from your high before tsukishima asks, "how many times did you do it with yamaguchi?"

"what?" you gasp. you think you know what he said but you ask anyway, in hopes that you misheard.

"how many times did you have sex with tadashi?" he speaks up, and unfortunately he said what you initially suspected.

"why are you thinking about me and tadashi right now?" you interrogate, mindful of the fact you are having sex in his bed.

"answer the question."

you groan, too exhausted to argue with him right now, "like, maybe four. why?"

staring at your spent body, you've noted him getting stiffer inside you. and when you say 'four', he nods politely and pulls out. only to ram right back into you, causing you to yelp and tense up, though that only vitalised him more, having your walls clamp down on his hard cock.

"what the hell?!" you squeal, gripping onto the sheets for stability.

"i'm going to fuck you four times over." he states plainly, starting his metrical thrusting once again, slightly hindered by his own cum stuck to your walls, thus forcing it deeper into you.

you grab your own thighs for comfort, biting your bottom lip as he trashes your insides. "but i already finished." you stutter out.

"wow, the bitch can count." he declares sarcastically, pushing this glasses back up the bridge of his nose while his hips fiercely work against you, "so how many are left?" he asks mockingly.

"three." you grit with your jaw nailed shut.

"three." he repeats in confirmation, his watch devoted to how your greedy pussy swallowed him up; so defiled and raw, yet well-behaved and doting.

his cock was ruthless, tearing into mercilessly and asserting his power over each and every inch of your juicy walls. although, even as he ploughed into you, the thought still crossed your mind that you are lucky tsukishima asked how many times you and yamaguchi had sex, opposed to how many times he made you cum. otherwise, you'd be here all night.

with how wet he was making you, soon there was such an amalgamation of fluid in your cunt that sloppy, drenched sounds bleated through the room, joining the chorus of wanton moans and gasps for air. this new sound prompted him to grunt, "'m not gonna stop until i make this filthy pussy squirt."

you've never done that before but with the way he is laying into you, if you're capable of doing it, you know for a fact he's going to be the one to achieve it. the mixture of his dirty talk and cock tirelessly ravaging — yes, ravage, not ravish — you, the warmth inside you didn't even get a chance grow or be nurtured before you were already releasing yourself all over him for the second time.

he couldn't even tease you for it though, because the impossible hold your pussy had on his sensitive cock threw him over the edge before he knew what hit him either. your tight hole wrung him for whatever he had left. "shit." he spat. couldn't even pull out until your climax had finished and your grip on him loosened. once he slipped it out, he loathed how much of his own cum covered his dick. "filthy fuckin' hole."

gathering saliva in his mouth, he spat on your already soiled pussy, slick with fluids beyond your knowledge by now. his searing saliva making contact with your cunt and dripping down your ass didn't bother you as much as it should, you're far too fucked out.

it didn't help when kei put his hands to work; one abusing your clit and the other fingering your hole. a whimper leaves you in response to him at it again, so hastily. he simply rolls his eyes at your feeble noises, "don't pretend like you don't want this. you can't get enough it."

you bring your hand up to your mouth, pressing the back of it against your lips and whining it while he fingerblasted you, poking at the most delicious spot.

"tell me to stop and i will." he demanded, glaring at you through knitted brows, awaiting a reply.

you choked, knowing you love it too much for it to end. the way he squirms his fingers inside you is like magic, bring heat and passion to places you've never experienced before. in fact you're so obsessed and overcome by it, no words can even form in your mind, it's too clouded with pleasure. instead, you just gaze at him with that carnal glint in your eyes; a look that speaks a thousand words.

he smirks, "that's what i thought."

his fingers continued to jerk in and out of you at a rapid rate, he even slipped in another one for good measure, rewarded by your inarticulate cries for mercy, soon followed by the known feeling of your tenacious pussy around him as you climaxed.

wiping his fingers clean against the bedsheets, he lightly lifts his cock — which was given time to harden as he watched your body shake in lust-fuelled daze — and he frowns when he realises how messy it has become.

naturally, he yanks you by the wrists, so you are sat upright on the bed. he then points to his cock, but doesn't say a word, he wants you to know what to do.

and unfortunately, you do. let it be known you only leaned forward to suck and lick it clean because after three orgasms, you don't have the core strength to sit up straight. you're only able to use your mouth to clean half, for the rest you try to use your hands to wipe, that is until he grabs your wrist.

"don't try to pretend that a whore like you can't deepthroat."

you never have, but you figure with tsukishima staring down at you impatiently, burning holes into the top of your head, now would be a better time than any to try. you slowly push yourself forward on his length, allowing it to slither down your throat, careful as to not trigger your gag reflex.

though you were only able to take an extra inch or two before you started convulsing around him. you reel away from him and gasp for air, temporarily suffering from a short coughing fit.

tsukishima just rolled his eyes, using his hand to get rid of the fluid closer to his base that you didn't get. "for a total slut, you're not very good at it."

once you eventually stop coughing, you glare at him and he smiles, motioning for you to lie back down. you gladly do so, spreading your legs. when he takes them in his arms, you assume he is going to place them on his shoulders like last time, but rather, he depressed them until they are both as far down as their go towards your head and he essentially has you pinned in a mating press.

your thighs burn though it's not the worst pain you've felt today by far. he savours the sight of both of your holes on display for him now, and runs a ponderous finger between them, grazing each one lightly. he momentarily considers using your other, pristine hole but quickly shuts that idea down, having never done anal and not interested in new endeavours today.

he keeps a firm grip on your legs, keeping them in place as he slides into you, aided by the fluids pooling at your pussy. he's quick to reestablish a rhythm in his hips — a lusty man who doesn't tire that quick — but the effects of the previous highs are beginning to show, as each thrust becomes sporadic and wild.

yet he's invigorated by your insatiable hole, he knows you need him and he's going to give you everything he has. not because he likes you or anything, no, your orgasms aren't for yourself, they're for him. his knees are buckling, and sweat is dripping from his chin to get revenge for you sleeping with his best friend, and teach you the consequences of your actions, or something like that.

something hot brimmed inside you as he pounded into your pussy, it was savage and scorched your core. it boiled and stirred within you, expanding by the second. "kei.." you want to explain the feverish sensation to him, and beg him to help you release it, every drop. but you're so spaced, that is all you can stammer out.

"(y/n)." he grumbles, embarrassed by how he's overjoyed inside your sweet walls. they just hold him so tightly, and he knows what’s impending now that they're refusing to let him go. "look at me."

his commands fall of deaf ears, and you use any strength you have left to rock into his length, and you lose yourself in the sound of him slapping against your ass and your own winded moans.

though you're instantaneously snapped back into reality as a harsh impact stings your cheeks. you gasp quietly, refocussing your eyes and looking up at tsukishima. did he really just hit you? and why did you kinda like it?

those were the last coherent thoughts you could muster, as his furious pace perserveres and he yells, "look at me for fucks' sake!" frustrated with your purposeful defiance, he angrily pushes your legs down further so your ass lifts off the bed and he can plough into you from above.

"look at me when i talk to you, okay?"

this time you nod timidly, pure ecstasy luring you to roll your eyes back or throw your head in all sorts of direction in order to deal with it, but you somehow resist, not daring to take your stare off him for even a moment. your blinks become heavy and long, tempting you to simply close your eyes and be escorted to realm of passion, but each time you pry your lids open again to face his anguished state.

he can't help but be slightly charmed by how hard you're trying. so obedient, perhaps he has finally fucked you clueless. "good. see," he pants, grinding into you while rolling your nipples between his fingers, trying to distract himself from how close is, "things are so much easier when you listen."

the burning inside your abdomen persists, a uncomfortably horny warning. it's got a hold of you and won't let up. kei's cock tickles your cervix but even then, you need more to take you all the way.

and he knows this; he's a quick learner so by the fourth round, he already knows the tells of your supple body for when you are about to climax, and currently, he reads them all over you. so like any cruel person would, he slowly right down, giving you just enough stimulation to keep you high, without facilitating an orgasm.

"kei.."

"full name."

you know exactly what he playing at, and alas, you are desperate enough to go along. "tsukishima." you croak.

"and what is it you want?"

"to finish.." you virtually sob, you can feel it gradually slip away from you, dissolving in the pit of your stomach. "please."

"and what are you?"

a best friend; a top student; a beloved sister. so many valid options, yet you know exactly which one will appease him. "a cock-hungry slut."

"perfect." he beams, strangely amiable for a split second, before he starts ramming into you again, even more violently. using every ounce of stamina he has left in him to dick you down, squeezing his shaft all the way in and out of you, hips knocking against your ass.

there's a dam inside you, and as he wildly thrashed against your wall, you felt it start to crumble. hot liquid gushes out of your pussy, ejaculating more with each sloppy thrust, spurting out over the sheets and his lower half.

you were barely able to pay attention to what happened down there, as piping release rushed through you, giving rise to a shriek-like moan and spasms in your overstimulated pussy, unable to bear the ache any longer.

watching you squirt around his dick — in tandem with your fluttering hole, bouncing tits and trembling legs — a salacious image; it didn't take tsukishima much else before he was unfolding and dumping his final load within the confines of your quivering walls.

your high had subsides by the time you let go of his cock, and he pulled out from you with a intense gasp, as though he had been submerged under water and came up for air.

he let go of your legs, allowing them to fall down to their usual place. his heart is thumping in his chest, and so is yours. having been standing the whole time, he takes a seat at the edge of the bed, situated in front of you. looking over his shoulder, his eyes remain glued to your twitching body, entranced by how your bare chest rises and falls.

you're not over what just happened. he was in you for so long, your pussy feels empty without him, but relieved. you lock eyes with him, and he's a mess. damp hair stuck to his forehead, flushed cheeks, skin gleaming with sweat and glasses that had sunk to the end of his nose. it should be illegal to look so good while in such a state.

absent-mindedly, you reach out while still lying down and push his glasses back up his nose. though there isn't a lull in his blank demeanour, he says, "thanks."

you weakly smile back, "no problem."

he grimaces at your sickeningly sweet display, "don't get the wrong idea. i still hate you."

"i’d hate me too."

[jihyoruri]

❀𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ LUCKY GIRL kazuha nakamura x reader

↳ warnings ive!yn, idol!au, yn is a girly pink diva, placed during the 2000s (2nd gen), cuteness (kinda), italics are flashbacks

when kazuha was offered the chance to join a group alongside two former izone members, she knew it was an opportunity she couldn’t pass up.

she still remembers sitting in her room in june 2003, watching their debut video in awe. now, three years later, she’s not just their teammate she’s practically family to sakura and chaewon.

you’d think that since kazuha was such a big fan of izone, she’d be begging chaewon and sakura to introduce her to the rest of the members. but nope. the only person on her mind was a certain member of another post izone group.

yn.

just like her, yn was part of a group with two former izone members, ive. the group was a pretty big deal, with wonyoung, the ultimate it girl, and yn, who had been crowned korea’s sweetheart.

and kazuha was completely mesmerized.

yn was just so pretty, so intriguing. you don’t even want to know how many times kazuha rewatched ive’s come to play episode just to see yn in her natural habitat.

she begged chaewon and sakura to ask yujin and wonyoung to introduce her to yn, but instead of being supportive like kazuha thought they should’ve been, they hit her with this.

“yujin, mentioned that yn is bit of a diva..” sakura trailed off.

“she also said yn’s kind of untouchable. sorry, but you wouldn’t stand a chance,” chaewon added, leaving kazuha’s mouth hanging open in offense.

untouchable my ass.

there had to be a way, some way, to talk to yn, even just once.

and then, as if the gods were listening, her chance appeared.

kazuha was a bundle of nerves when she found out she had a meeting with music bank. why on earth would they want to meet with her?

it was her first time attending a meeting without her members, and it felt strange walking into the building with only one of her managers by her side.

as they made their way down the hall, she fidgeted with her hands, too caught up in her thoughts to notice when she walked right past the door. her manager had to gently pull her back.

taking deep breaths, kazuha followed her manager into the room. she closed her eyes for a moment, trying to steady herself, but when she opened them, her heart nearly stopped

sitting there beside her own manager was a girl wearing a pink long sleeve shirt under a silver sparkly puffer vest. her hair was perfectly styled, topped with a white headband that had her name printed on it, and she wore pink uggs with little white bows.

it was obvious who she was.

kazuha wanted to scream when the girl made direct eye contact with her, but then, as quickly as it happened, she looked away, pulling out her bedazzled phone and typing something with lightning speed.

"yn, put the phone down," her manager muttered, shaking his head. when the girl ignored him and kept typing away, he sighed and snatched the phone from her hands, slipping it into his pocket.

kazuha couldn’t help the small smile that crept onto her face as she watched yn pout dramatically at her manager. the girl pinched his arm a couple of times in protest, but when it became clear he wasn’t giving the phone back, she let out an exaggerated huff and crossed her arms.

following her manager’s lead, kazuha made her way around the table. her heart nearly stopped when her manager took a seat on yn’s side but left an empty chair between them, her chair.

nervously, kazuha sat down, her movements stiff. as soon as she did, she was hit with the scent of yn’s perfume, a sweet, heady fragrance that smelled exactly like what she imagined the color pink would smell like.

“what did you just say?”

kazuha froze, flinching as she turned her head to meet yn’s curious gaze. “huh?”

“you said I smell like the colour pink.”

embarrassment flooded kazuha. she stared straight ahead, trying to avoid yn’s eyes. “I did?”

“yeah, you did.”

a tense silence filled the air, kazuha feeling like she was about to melt into her seat.

then yn broke into a grin. “that’s like the best compliment ever. but, like, of course I smell like the color pink. I mean, tell me something I don’t know,” she rambled cheerfully.

kazuha let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding, a wave of relief washing over her.

yn’s excited rambling about herself came to an abrupt halt when the door opened, and someone who looked pretty important walked in, followed by two others. they greeted everyone warmly before taking their seats and setting down their folders.

the man in the center cleared his throat. “normally, we hold auditions for mcs,” he began, “but we’ve decided to offer the positions directly to you two.”

kazuha’s eyes widened, a small gasp escaping her lips. her? an mc? she never would’ve expected this. she’d always thought if anyone in her group were to get such an opportunity, it’d be eunchae or yunjin—definitely not her

“with yn’s ‘princess’ persona and kazuha’s ‘black swan’ image,” the man continued, “we thought you two would make the perfect pair. so, what do you think?”

a brief silence followed as kazuha tried to process the situation.

then yn broke it, her voice cutting through like a bell. “can the stylists make sure every single one of my outfits is pink?”

kazuha blinked, caught between disbelief and amusement, while the room erupted into laughter.

it didn’t take long for kazuha to notice yn’s diva tendencies once they started mcing together on music bank.

but unlike what chaewon and sakura had warned her about, kazuha didn’t find yn unbearable or hard to deal with. in fact, she adored it. every dramatic eye roll, every over the top request, every moment yn complained about how the lights didn’t properly highlight her “best angles” just made kazuha smile.

“ugh, why is this mic stand so tall?” yn whined one friday morning as they prepared to go live. for their intro they had to jokingly sing one of the preforming groups songs, she glanced at the staff, snapping her fingers like she was summoning a butler. “can someone fix this? it’s ruining my vibe.”

kazuha, standing quietly beside her, leaned over and adjusted the mic for yn herself. “how’s that?” she asked softly.

yn blinked at her, clearly caught off guard for a second, before giving her a dazzling smile. “perfect. you’re such a lifesaver, zuha!”

“i told you,” chaewon had sighed during one of their dorm hangouts, “you can’t handle someone like yn. she’s too... much, yujin and wonyoung can handle her because they live with her.”

“she’s not too much,” kazuha argued, her tone soft but firm. “she’s just... unique.”

“unique?” sakura snorted, leaning back on the couch. “the girl demanded a pink carpet for her entrance at an event last week, kazuha. pink. carpet.”

“and?” kazuha shrugged, her lips tugging into a small smile. “she pulled it off, didn’t she?”

“you’re impossible,” chaewon groaned, shaking her head.

despite their teasing, kazuha couldn’t help but feel that yn wasn’t untouchable at all. if anything, yn was just oblivious to the signs kazuha had been dropping since day one.

there were moments, though, where kazuha started to question if yn even liked girls. she’d scroll through old interviews, rewatch clips, and analyze every moment for clues.

“yunjin,” kazuha said one evening, barging into the kitchen where her member was snacking, “look at this.”

yunjin took kazuha’s heavy laptop , watching a clip of yn fangirling over a famous female idol.

“okay,” yunjin said, handing the laptop back. “and?”

“and doesn’t it seem like she could, you know...” kazuha hesitated. “like girls?”

yunjin raised an eyebrow. “zuha, she called the idol ‘taker of her heart,’ and then two minutes later, called a male actor her ‘future husband.’ she’s not giving you much to work with here.”

kazuha groaned, collapsing onto the chair beside her. “but she flirts with me sometimes!”

“flirts with you?” yunjin repeated with a laugh. “yn flirts with everyone by accident she probably flirted with the barista who made her coffee this morning.”

“you don’t get it,” kazuha muttered, fiddling with the hem of her shirt.

still, she couldn’t help but notice those little moments. the way yn would casually brush her hand against kazuha’s arm, or lean in just a bit closer than necessary during rehearsals.

“ugh, zuha, does my hair look okay?” yn asked one day, tugging at kazuha’s sleeve as they waited backstage.

kazuha turned to look at her, her heart racing. yn’s perfectly styled curls framed her face, and her soft pink lip gloss caught the light just right.

“you look perfect,” kazuha said honestly.

yn grinned, flipping her hair dramatically. “of course I do, but thanks for confirming.”

kazuha’s members, of course, never stopped teasing her.

“you’re really setting yourself up for heartbreak, you know,” sakura warned one evening after their schedules were done.

“i’m not,” kazuha insisted.

“you are,” chaewon said. “but you’re stubborn, so do what you want.”

despite their doubts, kazuha kept proving them wrong. she adjusted to yn’s quirks effortlessly, from keeping up with her endless rambling to understanding her unspoken need for someone to hold her bag when she was too busy doing whatever she thinks is more important.

and it just kept getting better for kazuha every day and today was proof of that, after their live show. they walked off set, yn was her usual bubbly self, chatting about how the lighting on stage was “pink perfection” today. kazuha walked beside her, smiling softly at her excitement.

just as they reached the hallway, yn suddenly stopped and turned to kazuha. “oh, by the way, this has been on my mind a lot lately.” she said casually, like she was commenting on the weather, “i’m not really into girls, but you’re really cute, like I would definitely date you.”

kazuha froze in her tracks, her eyes wide as she tried to process what yn had just said.

meanwhile, yn didn’t even seem phased. she flashed kazuha a bright smile, waved, and walked off toward her dressing room like she hadn’t just dropped a bomb.

kazuha stood there, stunned, her heart pounding in her chest.

“did she just...” kazuha whispered to herself, replaying the moment in her head.

all she could do was stare after yn, who disappeared behind her dressing room door with the same dramatic flair she did everything else.

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──── ୨ৎ RED WAS THE CARPET — GRAYSON HAWTHORNE + READER ‧₊˚

a/n: and everyone rejoiced. welcome back to the grayson series that is keeping you all alive bc it is shhh. lets all collectively ignore how i havent update this in a month but we move on and enjoy part threeeee !!! and pls forgive me idk anything abt events or red carpets so if i get anything wrong js pretend. also idk why but i love the title and the fact that is somehow makes zero sense and yet is still understandable i need to shut up ive rambled too much ENJOY (love you lots <33)

[part one] i'm a fan [part two] the book club

red was the carpet that you walked on earlier.

it matched your dress.

alya, your very annoying plus one for tonight was wearing black.

there was a lot of things that happened tonight. a lot of things you were never going to forget. everybody you met and talked with... especially one of them...

"oh my god, pheebs and ki are going to be so jealous," alya squeals - quietly of course, you're still surrounded by people, and although sometimes you think alya could actually fight god and win, in public, she's behaving surprisingly calm.

well calm adjacent.

its not exactly seen as calm and collected when you're jumping up and down every three seconds when you see another celebrity walk past preparing for the carpet.

to her credit though she has somehow managed to get the numbers of four actors and singers in the thirty minutes you've been here.

you were lined up at the end of the carpet along with a few other select interviewers, waiting for the start of the event. alya was a bundle of nerves when margot robbie and zendaya stopped for their interview barely getting a few words out and opting to just hold the camera instead.

when xander and jameson arrived though, that was a different story. you'd think they were life long friends. you chatted with max of course, promising to invite her to your next book sleepover, jameson was suspiciously quiet and smirk-y and xander kept looking over his shoulder a shit eating grin on his face.

you knew what was about to happen.

pictures don't do him justice.

that was to be expected, of course. you don't have millions of people following you, or watching your every move for no reason.

the screams on the red carpet, increased when he stepped foot on it, pleas to look at the camera, answer questions, how to pose, everything. he seemed to follow along well, looking hauntingly beautiful in his suit, his face practically carved but when he scanned the large crowd twice over before his eyes settled on you, it went quiet.

he smiled - and by the way it was really hot gorgeous - and you smiled back, a private moment between the two of you in the middle of chaos.

which was totally ruined when alya latched onto your arm and freaked out that she could see grayson.

"oh my god, he's like ten feet away. ohmygodohmygod!" she squealed.

"yeah i know, i can see him," you mutter back, attempting - and failing - to stop her jumping up and down.

"but he's like right there and he's looking at you!"

"i know."

"oh, oh, oh he's coming over to us now, oh my god i think i'm going to faint, hold me."

when the grayson hawthorne stopped in front of you a soft and rare smile on his face you faltered slightly - not because of alya standing there with her mouth agape, because... wow - before raising the microphone and starting.

"hi grayson, its lovely to meet you, i'm y/n."

yn.books

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yn.books im am honoured to have been invited to this event!! it was so lovely meeting everyone and asking you questions 🤍 (also kinda freaking out because i met anne hathaway omggg)

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user1 i see no mention of grayson......

user2 avoiding talking about a certain someone are we?

user3 if they didn't meet im actually going to riot, i'm shipping them so hard.

user4 we have confirmation from jameson that he was there... why didnt you talk to him....

user5 maybe she just didn't want to show that?? its not always about grayson

alya.green best night of my life.

maxine.lui.loo it was so good seeing you again babes <333

yn.books we should catch up while im still in texass

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graysonhawthorne met some nice people tonight.

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user1 MET WHO GRAYSON??? MET WHO??

user2 ugh he's so delicious i love it

user3 everyone wake up grayson posted

user4 he better have met her or im going to quit

alya.green oh... i see how it is then.... i will do what i must...

user5 ALYA WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO??? OH MY GOD???

user6 ALYA ????

user7 in the likes she's in the likes againnnnn

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[camera: on]

you should've know alya would have a shit eating grin the entire interview. it was tempting to punch her, very tempting.

"i honestly think divine rivals is my favorite book i've read this year," grayson's deep voice answers your question. his eyes stay on your face and he has a soft smile.

alya is elbowing you now. and you nudge her back as you ask your next question, smiling because now there are even more cameras on you.

"okay," you smile laughing nervously. "now i've asked everyone this tonight, i have a youtube channel."

"oh right yes, i follow you," grayson's voice is calm and his eyes are still on your face.

"you do?" with all of the things that are happening you weren't actually expecting him to be following you.

"yes, you're videos have become a guilty pleasure almost."

if anyone was wondering alya is losing her shit next to you. she has the biggest grin on her face, she's whipped out her camera and is taking an excessive amount of pictures.

"thats really sweet of you," a smile is present on your face now and you raise the microphone to ask your question, ignore the now fully smile grayson has on his face at your flustered-ness. "anyway my question was, do you have anything you want to say, a quote or just anything you like to tell the people watching?"

you turn the mic over to him and he looks down at you with a fond expression on his face - your insides are butterflies now - before looking at the camera.

"i'm going to say, you've made a good decision following this girl. she's a lovely person and keep supporting her," he pauses for a second, "and read divine rivals."

you laugh and nod at the camera, "i agree 100%." turning back to him you start. "well thank you for your time tonight, grayson, it was lovely to getting to know you," you look over to the over excited alya who's just standing back and nodding as if she's a proud mother. "and maybe we'll see you inside."

"hopefully we will," grayson smiles and waves slightly before moving on to the next interviewer.

[camera: off]

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user1 OH SHE IS SO MESSY

user2 THIS IS THE QUEEN BEHAVIOUR I SUPPORT

user3 and when i tell you cackled BC LOOK AT THEIR SMILES. LOOK AT THE WAY SHES LOOKING AT HIM.

pheobethereader and you're officially invited back to the next book sleep over.

alya.green i don't need ur validation i dont have to come to the sleepovers

pheobethereader ok then :)

alya.green no wait i'll do anything i have like zero self respect when it comes to the sleepovers

user4 OH HELL YEAH THEY METTTT

ticking.time.bomb and then after the premier... the restaurant....?

alya.green all in due time my friend

user5 EXCUSE ME??? THE RESTAURANT WHAT HAPPENED???

user6 im going to need you to spill the tea RIGHT NOW

user7 the fact that they both liked this but didn't comment 😭😭

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the restaurant was another story though, for another time.

a/n II: guys i lowkey hate it but i was determined to finish this so :)))

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♪ Unexpected Reunion ➴ Kim Chaewon x fem!reader

Warning ࣪ › Chaewon x fem!reader, hav4n!reader, wlw, foul words, mentions of depression

Prompt ࣪ › It's been 2 years since yn and Chaewon had "broken" up. 2 years since Chaewon flat walked out of yn's life. No explanation, no nothing. It led the girl to a deep spiral of self doubting and loathing.

Word count ࣪ › 2.49k

Yn has been waiting for her debut for 4 long years now. She struggled and worked hard to finally, finally have a chance at debuting, and it paid off! Her debut date was only 1 week away, and even though she and her bandmates had to prepare, their manager and staff decided that today would be a rest day. The calm before the storm.

Honda Hitomi, yn's bandmate, suggested meeting up with some of her old bandmates, the Iz*One members. Yabuki Nako, another one of yn's bandmates, smiled and loved the idea. Everyone else loved the idea just as much as the small girl did.

But blood drained from yn's face. She knew it was bound to happen— being bandmates with one of her past bandmates. Yn has heard of Iz*One's meetups before, so she expected it. But not this early!

She quickly thought of ways to avoid joining the meet up. An excuse or, or anything! Her thoughts were then interuppted by Hitomi.

"Hey, yn-unnie? Are you going?" The small blonde girl asked with a gentle smile, relieved that she had finally gotten her bandmates attention after multiple tries.

"U-uh.. I don't—" Yn rubbed her nape, unsure of what to say. But there was one thing she knew. There was no way in hell she was ever going.

"Pleaseeeee? Yn-unnie, come on, it's only for a while! Just to meet them! We might not get the chance to fully meet up again." Nako said with a pout, pulling on yn's hand. Everyone then started pulling out the classic "puppy dog eyes", trying to convince yn to come.

Yn looked away, but it was too tempting. As the oldest of the group, she knew she had to be there. Especially because she was their damned leader. She sighed, hesitantly accepting.

They all cheered, and started to prepare for the meetup.

All yn could do was sigh.

"Well, there's no getting out of this one now.." she quickly chuckled to herself, memories of their past, memories of her past with her, resurfacing after a year of healing.

The girl swore an hour ago that no way in hell was she ever going. And yet here she is, wearing her usual gray and white flannel, unbuttoned with a plain white tank top underneath. And cargo pants that fit the theme just right.

"Unnie, I know I told you to dress casual, but I didn't expect you to dress this casual!" Hitomi frowned, and Hayeon, yn's bandmate, laughed. "Atleast she wore a tank top and unbuttoned her flannel! I swear, this isn't the most casual yn-unnie can go." Everyone else in the group giggled in response.

"Here we are!" Yoona, the second youngest of the group, cheerfully said. "Atleast i think we are? This is the right adress, right?" Yoona looked at her unnie's and maknae dumbfoundedly. Nako laughed and nodded. The six girls then stepped out of the car, and started heading to the gate.

Jimin, the groups maknae, automatically clung onto yn, feeling a sense of safety whenever she was with the older girl. They all reach the door, and proceed to ring the doorbell.

A familiar face answers.

"OH MY GOD?! NAKO AND HITOMI UNNIE?! I THOUGHT YOU GUYS WEREN'T COMING I—" Everyone else in the house turned their heads. Especially the Iz*One members.

"Hiii, mind if we come in first and explain?" Hitomi hurriedly said, trying to de-escalate the situation before it started. The girl knew her ex-bandmates well, and if their bandmates were anything like them, then she knew that all hell would break loose if she didn't de-escalate it now.

Wonyoung, the girl who had answered the door, nodded, and let them in. Yn took a few seconds to scan her surroundings. The only people that seemed to be here was Eunbi, IVE, Yena, Yuri, Minju, Hyewon, and Chaeyeon. She sighed of relief. Thank god Le sserafim wasn't here.... yet. She'd be in deep shit if it was so.

Everyone else in the house had wide eyes, looking at the girls as if they were ghosts. Yn lined them all up, and they started their introduction.

They all bowed in unison, and started introducing themselves.

"Hi, I'm Choi Yn, the eldest and the leader of Hav4n." Yn smoothly finished her introduction, and looked at her bandmates, waiting for them to start.

"Hello, I'm Kang Hayeon, the second eldest of the group. I'm currently 24 years old." Hayeon, answered nonchalantly, giving off the cool vibes she usually does.

"Hi! I'm Kim Yoona, the second youngest! So cool that I finally get to meet you guys! Oh, and since unnie mentioned her age, i will to! I'm turning 20 this year!" Yoona, always the cheerful and loud kind of girl, excitedly introduced herself to everyone else.

"Hi.. I'm uh, Kim Jimin. It's really nice to meet you," Jimin says as she plays with her fingers. "I'm turning 18 this year."

The Iz*One girls paused for a little, and immediately started screaming.

"HITOMI HITOMI HITOMI!!! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE DEBUTING SOON?!" Chaeyeon loudly shouted, and everyone else just kind of joined in. After a few minutes of that shenanigans, everyone calmed down, and started to get to know eachother.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Yena went to go get it, and yn just sat there as she continued her chat with IVE's leader, An Yujin.

She looked around her surroundings a bit, thinking it looks a little familiar. A bit too familiar infact. She looks at a specific plushie, and stared at it. It just looked so familiar she couldn't brush it off. And that's when it hit her. That was the plushie she gifted Chaewon two years ago. If Chaewon's plushie was here then that meant,

"This is Chaewon's dorm. And the person at the door is probably them."

Five girls entered the already flooded house, and were shocked at the new people. Most were because they've never seen them before, but one was because she never thought she'd see her ever again.

Chaewon had finally arrived home. She knew Iz*One had wanted to host a party at their home for quite some time, and allowed it a few weeks prior. She had recently just finished practice and thought it would be good to unwind a bit. But she never expected her ex of all people to be here.

All of Hav4n got up and introduced themselves to Le serrafim, and shook their hands. Like at a fan greet. When it was finally time for yn and Chaewon to shake hands, Chaewon was hesitant, but yn showed no signs of sorrow, despair, or anything at all. It was as if nothing happened between them.

They shook hands, and everything else went as planned.

It was now 1 am. Almost everyone had gone home except Hav4n and Eunbi. The group and Eunbi decided to help tidy up and get everything in place.

After doing so, Hitomi realized Eunbi was way too intoxicated to go home alone, and offered if she wanted to go with them. But there was already no space for their drive home, and even though Hitomi had willingly said she wanted to stay and get home by herself, yn would never allow her bandmate to go home alone. Especially because she was already a well established idol. Who knows what could happen. Yn had chills just thinking about it.

So here she was, waiting outside of Le sserafim's dorm for her cab to arrive. She sat on their porch, and quietly prayed that Chaewon wouldn't stumbled her way outside and find her. But God other plans, apparently.

"...Yn? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be uh... home?" Chaewon asked, eyes blinking slowly.

"Uh... hello?" Chaewon was starting to get annoyed at the younger girl, but she held it in.

Yn rolled her eyes, and looked away. Chaewon felt offended, but she knew yn had a right. She knew she fucked up 2 years ago. 2 years ago, when she chose Le sserafim over her own girlfriend. It was fucked up, but she basically had no other choice. She needed to make money, and it had to be then.

"L-look I'm sorry—" Yn's head snapped towards Chaewon, anger filling her head, and heart. Chaewon, frightened by yn's sudden hardened expression, froze.

"Sorry? Sorry?? You seriously think a simple sorry could fix your wrongdoings Kim? You think you can fix what you did, with just a sorry?" Yn grit her teeth. She was seething. Does Chaewon seriously think she can make up for her mistakes with a simple sorry? Does Chaewon think she can make up for the year yn spent hating herself? Hating herself for something that probably wasn't even her fault?

Yn then stood up, "You think," The girl harshly pointed her finger onto Chaewon's chest, and pressed on it hard. "That sorry could fix the way you damage me? The way you left me all alone, when I needed you most? My bestfriend had just died Chaewon, and you chose to... leave me? Are you fucking crazy?" Yn was now close to tears, her anger and sadness clouding her brain. She was no longer sober. She was drunk on anger and despair. A side she hasn't let out for a long, long time.

"I–i just—" Yn cut her off by grabbing her chin roughly. "You what? You're sorry? You're sorry you left me alone and defenseless? Well awh, how sweet." Yn's jaw tightened, her dominating and angry gaze falling on Chaewon's sad and dejected gaze.

Chaewon could only look at yn with shame. The girl had a point, why did she leave? Money was something she could easily solve with yn's help. The girl had been convincing herself that she did "what she had to do". That delusion lightened the guilt she felt, and went with it for the past two years. Yn's words were a reality check overdue.

Chaewon held onto yn's arm, the arm that was currently holding her jaw. She pleadingly looked at the younger girl, softening her eyes. Yn felt like succumbing, no, fuck that, she wanted to succumb. But washing away the months of anger and depression was no easy thing to do. So she just suspiciously looked at Chaewon, resisting the older womans charm. Although she did however, soften her grip, allowing the shorter woman to talk.

"I know you're mad, you have every right. I just– I promise I'll make up for it, I'll make up for the two years I was gone." Chaewon lightly cupped yn's left cheek with her right hand, and stroke her fingers on the younger girls soft cheek.

Yn could no longer hold it in. The waterworks started flowing, and yn felt like she was breaking all over again.

Yn walked into her and Chaewons dorm, dropping her bag onto the kitchen stool upon arrival. She called out Chaewon's name, expecting the older girl to be home.

"Strange, why isn't she home yet?" Yn thought to herself. Maybe she was just busier today.

Yn spent the next 1 hour waiting for Chaewon to arrive, and when she didn't, the girl started worriedly calling people, asking where she was or if they knew where she was last at.

And that was when yn suddenly got a text message from "my love<3". It read,

My love<3

Let's break up.

Yn was confused. What does she mean "break up"? All yn could say inside was, "What the fuck?". The girl tried calling, texting, and was soon blocked by the number. Yn was in tears by then. Her whole world had suddenly gotten darker and less colorful.

She would barely eat for days, only when necessary or to stop the stomach pain. She didn't take baths for multiple days on end, and almost dropped out of her agency. She would blame herself, or constantly ask herself if it was her fault. It was unbearable to see someone so drained, so... lifeless.

Yn let the tears out. She screamed, she tried to thrash around, causing Chaewon to hug her. She tried to get away from the older womans grip. She was however, too strong for someone her size, and only had a little problem with keeping yn in place. Yn let out the words she had been holding onto for the past 2 years, finally able to let it out.

"YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST SAY SORRY AND I'D LET IT GO?! YOU THINK– Y–YOU t–think.. you.." Yn tried to scream and shout, but her energy was insanely low. It was 1 am, and she was too exhausted. So instead, after her 3 minute tantrum, she just stood in Chaewon's arms, reminiscing the smell of the older womans peach scent. The peach scented perfume she always used to buy Chaewon.

"Shhh... I'm sorry. I promise I'll make it up to you, but we should get you tucked in, yeah?" Yn couldn't say or do anything else but nod. Chaewon gently smiled, and led yn to a house nearby. The second le sserafim dorm.

They both slowly entered the dorm, yn being supported by Chaewon. They soon reached Chaewon's bedroom, and the older woman slowly set the younger one down.

"Do you wanna take a shower or change? We could—" Chaewon was then cut of by yn.

"Why... why do you act like you care so much?" Yn looked up to face Chaewon, anger, doubt, sadness, and a hint of hope in her eyes. Chaewon's expression softened, and answered.

"Because I do care. Look, I know I was an asshole for just leaving you but, I'll explain the rest tomorrow." Chaewon sat down next to yn, and continued. "You can let your anger out tommorow, you can hit me, slap me, I don't care. Just.. relax for now, it's really late, okay?" Yn nodded, seemingly content with Chaewon's answer. They both faced eachother, faces unbelievably close.

Yn could feel Chaewon's hot breath, and almost held back. But it was just too tempting. Chaewon, her Chaewon. The Chaewon she's loved for multiple years, the Chaewon she's been hoping an apology from, the Chaewon right in front of her, with dishevelled hair, with pretty pink lipstick she wanted to ruin.

Yn knew she would regret this, but who cares? She leaned forward, hoping Chaewon would too. Chaewon got the signal, and immediately hopped in to take the opportunity.

After two long years, yn finally had another taste of Chaewon's lips. It had been far too long, yn thought to herself. They kissed for a few seconds, and pulled away for air. The connected their foreheads, and yn spoke.

"I'm going to regret this, aren't I?"

"That depends. Do you still love me or not?"

Yn did not know whether she loved Chaewon. But what she did know, was that she was starting to give Chaewon a chance. She only hopes the older woman wouldn't fuck it up again.

So after much hesitation, the girl finally answered.

"Maybe."