#wc: 668

[malsmind]

"exactly, and then ass."

chris sturniolo x reader

summary: chris made a comment on stream after chat asked 'ass or tits' let's just say, he didn't lie when he answered with 'ass'.

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, p in v, doggy, dirty talk, pet names (ma, baby), slapping, hair pulling, cutesy aftercare!

author's note: writing this lowk made me switch from tits to ass oop. anyway when is it my turn for this kinda aftercare…

wc: 668

english is not my first language!

"fuck." chris breathed out, his hips snapping forward, meeting yours at a painfully fast pace, your ass jiggling with every thrust. your face was burried in his pillows, holding onto the fabric of his bedsheets like your life depended on it, biting down on his pillow to suppress your moans.

chris's hand came down on your ass cheek, a red mark forming on the soft skin. "yeah, you love that, huh? you love when i fuck you like that." chris groaned, his hand finding your hair, yanking it back to pull your face out of the pillows. your moans echoed trough the room along with the sound of skin slapping against skin. "god..." chris huffed, watching the way your ass slapped back against him with the movements of his hips fucking into you. "fuckin' love that ass." a low groan left his lips, his free hand kneading the flesh. "y'know i do. was thinkin’ of you when i answered... fuck..-" another slap landed on your ass, "when i answered that question..."

chris picked up the speed, pounding into you harder and faster. your eyes squeezed shut, back arching, pressing yourself onto his dick that pistoned in and out of your tight pussy, walls hugging him tightly.

with the way you were clenching around him, your pornographic moans and your ass just looking too good to be true while he was fucking you from behind, chris wouldn’t last much longer.

“where do you want me ma?” he panted, gently slapping your hip to get your attention. “anywhere, fuck, please..” you moaned, too lost in the moment to give a fuck about where you want him to cum.

chris nodded, fucking into you harder to help you chase your own high, and it didn’t take long, your orgasm approaching faster than you expected. you clenched around him, back arching harder as your face flopped down into his pillows, moaning out his name, your hands gripping the sheets impossibly tighter.

chris felt his dick twitch, watching you make a mess around him. he moaned, brows knitting together in pure pleasure as he watched your ass bounce so perfectly with every single thrust of his hips. he gave you a few more hard, deep thrusts before pulling out, stroking himself while breathy moans and pants left his lips. his free hand came down to knead the flesh of your ass again, biting his lip and placing another smack on it. his breath became shaky and white drops of cum painted your skin. he watched the way his release dripped down your backside, smiling to himself, admiring it like he was an artist looking at his best piece of art.

“lemme get you cleaned up baby” he panted, getting up from the bed and grabbing a napkin, gently dabbing off the remains of the of the incredible backshots you’d just received, his other hand rubbing the red marks he left on your ass soothingly. as soon as he was done, you flopped down flatly on your stomach, chris following suit, laying down next to you after cleaning himself up too.

“you really love ass huh?” you breathed out a chuckle. he smiled, laying on his side, his fingers tapping your hip, “lay on your side?” his voice soft. you turned to your side, his body instantly cuddling up to yours from behind, his face nuzzling into your neck. “we’re not going for round two, are we?” you laughed, earning a chuckle from him. “nooo, jus’ wanna cuddle” he mumbled into your neck. his hand came down to your ass cheek, kneading it, then moving it up and down in his hand, making it jiggle.

“then what’s that?” you chuckled, grabbing his hand to stop him, a disapproving grumble leaving his lips as he smacked your hand away and continued. “i can play with it.” he protested. you couldn’t help but chuckle again, “chris i’m tired” but chris didn’t budge, his hands continuing to play with your ass, whining out, “but it’s so soft”

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[nerdycheol]

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warnings: smut (18+ MDNI), explicit language, fingering, unprotected sex, breeding, creampie

wc: 668 words

The teasing had started hours ago—a sly comment here, a lingering touch there. He always knew how to get under your skin in the best way, leaving you flustered yet craving more. You had felt it building all night—the way his eyes lingered on yours, the faint smirk tugging at his lips.

You weren’t sure who would make the first move, but you both knew it was inevitable. When he finally leaned in, the air between you grew thick with tension, and your breath hitched in anticipation.

His lips hovered just above yours, the heat between you growing with every passing second. His eyes glinted with mischief, his voice low and teasing as he whispered, "How badly do you want me, baby?"

You tried to close the distance, but he pulled back just enough to keep you frustrated, his hands roaming across your body as if he was testing your limits.

"You can't even wait for one kiss, can you?" he teased, his lips grazing over your collarbone. "You're so eager for me, aren't you?"

Without waiting for an answer, he kissed you hard, his tongue slipping into your mouth, and his hands began to roam-each touch sending shockwaves of desire through your body.

His fingers found the edge of your lace panties, and with a swift motion, he slid them aside, exposing your wetness to his touch. You gasp as you feel his fingers delved into your warmth, stroking intimately.

His thumb circled your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body, and you arched into his touch, craving more.

"Fuck baby, you're so wet," he groaned against your mouth, his fingers working your body into a frenzy. " You take my fingers so well don't you?"

"Shut up and take your pants off." you grumbled, leaning closer to him.

"Such a needy little thing, aren't you?" He leaned down and began to kiss and lick your inner thighs, savoring the taste of your skin. All you could do was moan, grinding yourself against his face.

The swell of warmth oozed out between your legs in a steady stream as he traced his fingers in and out, each movement deliberate and teasing. He stopped just as you were starting to lose control, a smirk playing on his lips. "Can't wait, can you?" he teased, watching you squirm.

“But– I was–”

“Not yet baby” he taunts before pulling out his dick out his pants dragging it slowly over your clit. You couldn’t help the frustrated sigh that escaped your lips, and all he did was look down at your whimpering figure smugly.

After what felt like an agonizing wait, he gave in, pressing his tip against your tight, puckered hole, feeling the way it yields to his touch.

“That’s it-” you heard him mutter through the blinding cloud of your orgasm.The pressure against your walls makes your toes curl, back arching as whines and moans of his name spill out of your lips.

Jeonghan strokes up into you deep,” Fuck baby, you feel so good, I might just fill you up.”

A smug grin curled on his lips as he felt you clench against him “You would like that won’t you, having my babies.” You moan, nodding as he gently holds your hips in place, trying to guide your movements.

“Ugh, baby. ‘m gonna cum, gonna cum, ngh.” you whine, feeling his pace grow more relentless and sloppy. He gripped your waist tightly, his bottom lip quivering as he’s feeling a sudden rush overtake his entire body.

You’re perfect - he wanted to keep you like this forever.

You could hear his rough, heavy pants from behind you until he finally came, thick ribbons spilling into you all at once, shooting deep into your womb.

He huffs, a pout still lingering on his slick, wet lips as he stares at your pussy. it’s pretty, you are pretty, he thinks. from top to bottom—stuffed with his hot cum, so much to where it’s shamelessly oozing out of your puffed slit.

[percyluvr]

hey babes, could you maybe do like a percy x reader where he gets home from AHS one day and just walk in on his mom and gf just having the ultimate gossip session and being besties, idk i just thought that would be funny

percy jackson x fem!reader summary: percy comes home from a long day at school to find his girlfriend and mother immersed in a juicy gossip session wc: 668

Since the day you'd met Sally Jackson, she'd been your favorite person in the whole world, even surpassing your own boyfriend, who just so happened to be her son. Apparently, being a great person just ran in the Jackson family.

Luckily for you, Sally had also taken an immense liking to you, considering you her own daughter. The two of you bonded over various common interests, as well as your worry about Percy.

At first, Percy had been the main thing the two of you bonded over, but the two of you eventually realized that you had a lot in common, one of these things being your love for gossiping. The two of you gossiped every day without fail, even on the days that the two of you didn't see each other in person. The two of you talked long into the night on the phone, Percy overhearing it whether he was at home or with you, and he always pretended to be jealous that the two of you were 'ignoring' him in favor of talking to each other, to which you and Sally would just laugh and continue talking about people that neither of you really even knew that well.

Today, Percy was tired beyond belief, having a test or quiz in almost all of his classes. He was walking home, the only thoughts on his mind being you and a long nap. Yes, he was a demigod, and yes he fought many hour long battles, one of which being a full day of school, and he was now a sleepy boy who just wanted to cuddle with his girlfriend.

Unfortunately, the gods were not looking favorably at him today, because when he finally made it home, he found his girlfriend and mother sat on the couch, seemingly very immersed in a conversation.

While it wasn't out of the ordinary for you to be at his house before him, what was unusual was the fact that when he walked in the door, near you nor his mother even batted an eye in acknowledgement of his presence.

Typically the two of you would at least give him a small 'hi', but not today.

"Hey, I'm home," he said, thinking that the two of you must not have noticed the door opening.

You and Sally didn't even acknowledge him, opting to continue your gossip session instead.

His mouth opened, but no words came out.

Paul Blofis, Percy's step-dad, let out a small sigh, causing Percy to look over at him and finally notice he was there.

Paul gave him a pained smile. "They've been talking like this since I got home," he stated.

Percy gave an empathetic nod, pulling up a chair next to Paul.

"Let's see how long they talk before realizing we're even here," Percy half-jokes.

"Sounds fun," Paul agreed.

It was, in fact, not fun, because the two boys sat there for around 4 hours before you and Sally even looked in their direction.

It was around 9 pm when you and Sally finally stopped talking and acknowledged the two sitting there nearly dozing off.

You got up and grabbed Percy's hand, leading him to his room and plopping down on the bed. His arms went around your waist as he pulled you close to him.

"What were you and my mom even talking about that was so interesting that you completely ignored me when I said hi?" He asked.

"Percy, Sally and I have gossip sessions daily, and they cannot be interrupted. It's very vital that we get to talk about other people for at least 2 hours a day, otherwise we might die," you joke.

"Really? You two do that every day? How do you not run out of things to talk about?"

"Oh you sweet summer child, you underestimate our ability to find gossip-worthy topics."

Percy realizes that he will not ever understand the two most important women in his life and just hums in acknowledgement of your words before falling soundly asleep.

[juneberrie]

goodnight kisses

billie comes home to see you still awake

warnings : kisses obviously, fem!reader, literally just a ton of fluff. this is my first billie fic so i hope its good lmao

wc : [ 668 ] // billie eilish masterlist

billie worked late nights all the time. she was used to coming home long past midnight, especially when she had new songs to work on. but it was different now that she had you.

she had gotten used to coming home at a relatively normal time. she loved spending her nights with you, finally being to unwind and hold her girl.

this was one of those nights where she was stuck at the studio, recording and mixing one of her new songs. well past the time she normally arrived home, she unlocked the door and slipped inside. she kicked off her sneakers, pushing them off to the side before walking to the bedroom. she quietly pushed it open, expecting you to be fast asleep under the comforter. instead, she found you curled up on your side, scrolling through your phone with half-closed eyes.

when you heard the door open, your eyes quickly found your girlfriend standing in the doorway. you sat up, trying to rub sleep out of your eyes. "hi, bil," you said quietly, yawning.

she dropped her bag on the floor and made her way over to you, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling you close. she kissed your hairline and wrapped an arm around you. "hey, mama. why're you still up?" she asked, looking down at you. she glanced at the clock on the nightstand, the red numbers bright in the dark room. "it's like two am."

"couldn't sleep. was waiting for you," you yawned again, putting your head on her shoulder.

she chuckled quietly. "well, i'm gonna change and then we can go to sleep, yeah? how does that sound?"

you hummed and she kissed your hairline again. she gently moved your head onto a pillow and stood up, grabbing some sweats and a shirt before heading into the bathroom. she flicked on the light and left the door open the slightest bit. the harsh light from the bathroom cut a white streak across the dark room, criss-crossing with the soft, cozy stripes of moonlight coming from the blinds.

the door drifted open just a bit, and you could see her reflection in the mirror. she was leaned over the counter, brushing her teeth. she spit out the toothpaste and gargled some water before shutting off the tap and drying her face. she caught your eye in the reflection of the mirror and winked, smiling.

she turned the light off and crawled into bed next to you, pulling you on top of her. she yawned and slipped a hand up the back of your shirt, slowly tracing shapes on your skin. "g'night, baby," she hummed.

her eyes closed, but they quickly opened again when she felt you tap her collarbone. "you're forgetting something," you said quietly, smiling playfully.

"oh? and what would that be?" she grinned. she lightly traced the tip of her nail along your spine.

"my kisses," you reminded her.

she laughed softly, the sound echoing through the room. "right, right." she sat up, pulling you onto her lap. "sorry mama." she gently tilted your head up and smiled at you.

"you're really pretty," she whispered. she leaned forward and pressed her lips to the space between your brows. she kissed your left cheek, then your right, then she moved back and kissed your nose. she quickly leaned forward and pressed a short, sweet kiss to your lips.

billie's kisses always felt magical — they were everything you could ever ask for yet they always left you wanting more.

"i love you, mama," she said quietly.

you leaned forward and kissed her nose, then her forehead, and then her lips. "i love you too, billie," you smiled. she laid the two of you back down and stroked your hair with one hand, resting the other on your waist.

"g'night for real now, mama." she kissed your forehead one last time before drifting off to sleep. she loved getting to come home and just be with you, no matter how late.

[whitedovebby]

A/N: Okay, I haven't written for Leon in so long, so I hope this isn't ooc 😭 it's just a cute lil drabble I thought of when I woke up this morning, so I hope you all enjoy! <3 (ps, there's no title because I'm terrible at titles, hehe).

TW: Nothing, I think? Aside from kisses alluding to more.

WC: 668 (proofread a few times over, but I'm sorry if I missed any mistakes!)

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Leon sat slouched against your headboard, his hoodie slightly bunching around his shoulders when he shifted on his side to face you. The waning sunlight poured in through the windowpanes, drenching your room in a honeyed hue while Radiohead murmured from the stereo, each note blending with the fading warmth of the day.

Having finally graduated from the police academy, Leon had a little free time before his assignment to Raccoon City, and he was spending as much of that remaining time with you as possible. You were particularly upset that he hadn't been assigned to the local department, but certain mandates required newly graduated officers to do service in other designated areas for a specific period. So, you sucked it up, vowing to support him no matter what. He'd chosen Raccoon City because it was the closest alternative, after all, so you would still be able to visit him sometimes. It wouldn't be forever, either.

In the meantime, you were going to soak him up as much as you possibly could.

Your eyes trailed over his profile, his hoodie framing his neck, the edges curling at the seams like it had been washed one too many times. One of his hands fidgeted, playing with a crease in your bedsheets, but his boyish grin told you he was anything but uncomfortable with your undivided fixation.

“You're staring,” he stated, his voice light and warm as he teased you, though his cheeks pinked a little under your gaze.

“I'm allowed to stare,” you shot back, scooting closer until your knees bumped his. “You're cute like this– relaxed for once. No cop training, no pressure. Just you.”

Leon's smile faltered, but only because it softened into something more tender. “Yeah?” He mused, looking down at his fiddling hand. “Guess I'm not used to hearing that,” you scooched closer still. “Usually, it's more like ‘no slouching, Kennedy,’ or ‘fix your posture,' Kennedy.’” His laugh was airy, barely there, and his eyes crinkled at the corners, yet there was still a certain shyness about the way he reached up to rub the back of his neck.

You leaned in a little further, your fingers brushing the hem of his hoodie. “Well, I like you like this… slouched, soft... comfortable.”

Before he could respond, you tugged at the fabric, gently pulling him in until his nose brushed yours. He huffed softly, and for a second, he froze like he almost wasn't sure what to do next, despite the many months you two had already been together. Then, with a slow, tentative confidence, he tilted his head and closed the gap to kiss you.

His lips were warm and pillowy, a little uncoordinated, and the way his hand hovered uncertainly near your waist made you smile against him. He was so silly, still being so cautious every time the two of you got the slightest bit close. It was endearing, really.

Grabbing his wrist, you guided his touch to your hip, the small catch in his breath almost enough to make you laugh.

“Something funny?” He asked, speaking into your mouth. You felt the corner of his lips twitch, and yours did the same in response. Your breaths mingled momentarily, your finger twirling around one of his hoodie drawstrings.

“You,” your voice was melodic and playful. “After nearly a year, you still act like you're terrified to touch me.”

Leon pulled back a fraction, his pretty eyes searching yours, and that ridiculously gorgeous lopsided grin plastered itself across his face. With a gentle pull, he pressed his lips against yours with an assuredness that hadn’t been there before. Of course, you knew he had it in him. He had proven as much many times before.

With an almost soundless thud, you dropped back onto untidy sheets and brought Leon with you. Clothes came off and scattered on the floor like fallen confetti, and the worn plush of his hoodie turned into skin soft enough to catch a sigh–which it did.

Many, in fact.

[zynari]

𒄬 CAUGHT IN THE FLASH

― scaramouche x fem!reader

― 10. heart's in danger ♬ // wc: 668

“Do your bandmates like cakes?” you asked Scaramouche while looking at the variety of cakes in front of you.

The two of you are currently in a cake shop, since he told you that he will take you to Inazuma to watch their practice. You told him that you can’t go there empty-handed, so here you are—buying a cake as a present for them.

“I don’t really know their preferences.” you heard Scaramouche said from behind, pulling up his mask to hide his face. He’s wearing a disguise because, you know, to hide from his fans—or public, in general.

You look back at him, raising an eyebrow. “What do you mean you don’t know their preferences?”

“Just buy one already before everybody notices that I am here.”

“Oh. Right.”

After having a hard time choosing one (because all of them looks delicious), you finally chose one and you and Scaramouche successfully left the shop without anyone noticing him.

Once you hop inside the car, he immediately starts the engine and drives.

“How did you even bring your car here if you are from Inazuma?”

“I bought this one when I decided to stay with you here in Fontaine.”

Jaw Drop.

You look at him, waiting for him to say “just kidding” but he remained stoic and didn’t say anything.

He bought a CAR? Just for THAT???

“...Sorry for breathing the same air as you.” you mumbled, shying away from him and turning your gaze to look outside.

He scoffs, “I will give this to you once the suspension is lifted.”

Another jaw drop. Is this— is this guy serious???

“You’re kidding, right?” you look back at him, “Don’t just casually say that like you’re giving a candy to a kid. It’s not funny.”

“I am fucking serious, y/n.” he reaches something from the backseat when the traffic light is red, then gives it to you.

You reluctantly accept it and your eyes widen when you see that it was a key.

Oh my fucking archons…

You were speechless. You look back and forth at the key and him. You don’t know if you should be thankful, because you never expected someone to give you something this huge and expensive.

After all, you and Scaramouche aren’t really dating, and you just met each other few days ago.

“Scara—I can’t—”

Scaramouche wrapped his hand around yours and you felt your face flushing, and your heart started beating like crazy.

“Just accept this as my apology for dragging you into this mess, y/n.”

“But—”

“No buts.”

“—I don’t know how to drive.” I’ve never even been inside a car aside from a cab.

He smirked, “That shouldn’t be a problem. I’ll teach you.”

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After almost three hours, you finally arrived at your destination. You’ve never been to Inazuma, so when you stepped outside the car, the unfamiliar, yet beautiful scenery mesmerized you.

This place is completely different from Fontaine…

“Careful, or a bug might enter your mouth.” you heard Scaramouche said from behind and you quickly close your mouth. “We still have time, do you want to walk around?”

As long as you wanted to accept his offer, you knew that his bandmates were waiting for him so you shook your head.

“Nope. I’m good.” you smiled at him, “Besides, you’re keeping a low profile and hiding from the public, right?”

He rolled his eyes at you, “Don’t make it sound like I'm a criminal or something.”

You laughed, nodding your head. For some reason, you’re in a good mood today.

Forget about the car and just enjoy your day...

-Must be the atmosphere and fresh air here in Inazuma.

When you look at him, your laughter dies down and your smile slowly fades.

Scaramouche is just standing there, looking at you. He’s still wearing his cap and face mask but you can see his eyes staring back at you.

Badump.

What the hell, heart?

You cleared your throat and avoided his gaze. “S-so, where are we going now?”

Scaramouche was silent for a few seconds before answering you.

“Follow me.”

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CHAPTER'S NOTE: it took an hour for scaramouche to convince you to go with him XD

about the car--- it just came up that's why scara suddenly said that 🥹 (get a man who will give you a fricking car as an apology)

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SYNOPSIS: in which, a twenty-year old college student who also works as an on-call staff at an event management company finds herself in trouble when a picture of her with the popular guitarist of the famous band "cr4ze", went viral.

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[olive-main]

Hi I hope it’s ok if i request this you really don’t have to do it. But a Xaden riorson fluff and angst where the reader gets really hurt but they are trying to help people so she hides it from Xaden and when he finds out he’s really mad at her but he’s really just scared of losing her and hates seeing her hurt with a happy ending. I hope this is ok and there is no pressure to do this I completely understand if you don’t want to.

Healing Through Hurt

Pairing: Xaden Riorson x afab!Reader

Summary: On the battlefield in Resson Xaden learns that reader wasn't completely truthful about her powers.

Wc: 668

A/N: ok, soooo long time no write. This is basically a blurb, and I hope I did your vision justice. Also it's been a hot minute since I read fourth wing so idk how canon-accurate this is hehe....Comments, likes, and reposts are all appreciated. Enjoy!

The battle was chaos, vernin had been much harder to kill than anticipated. Yet there was only one thing on Xadens mind. His dark eyes swept the battlefield, searching for the one person he couldn’t bear to lose - her. She was always in the thick of it, throwing herself into danger to help others, her heart too big for her own good. It was a trait he couldn’t decide if he loved or hated about her, as of right now he hated it. 

He had warned her to stay close, not to push herself too hard, but she had that stubbornness he couldn’t quite break. She’d soared down on the back of her dragon, disappearing from his sight for too long. Thankfully the chaos had finally begun to settle, how much time had passed no one knew, but Xaden had to find her. 

Xaden’s heart pounded in his chest as he scanned the smoke-filled horizon. When he finally spotted her, relief surged through him like lightning. She was kneeling beside an injured soldier, her hands glowing faintly as she channeled her gift. But something was wrong, very wrong. Her movements were sluggish, her face paler than it should have been. There was one thing she failed to mention about her gift - the pain she removed from the others was passed on to her. She felt every gash and wound as if it were her own, but her quick healing made the pain go by much faster. 

He stormed over, eyes narrowing. “What the hell are you doing?” he growled, pulling her up to face him. 

She flinched, guilt flashing across her face, but quickly masked it with a weak smile. “I’m fine, Xaden. Just helping.”

He didn’t buy it for a second. His gaze dropped to her side, where a deep gash was seeping blood through her tunic. It all clicked in his head as he examined her, the wound he'd seen on the male was now exactly the one she tried to cover. She had been hiding it - too focused on helping others to care for herself. All the times she had healed others, Xaden amongst them made something twist inside him. 

“Fine? You call this fine?” Xaden snapped, his voice harsh with anger. His hands hovered over her wound, his jaw clenching. “You’re bleeding out and you didn’t think to tell me?”

She winced but tried to push past him. “I couldn’t just leave them-”

“You could’ve died!” His voice cracked, the anger giving way to something deeper. Fear. His chest tightened at the thought of losing her, the image of her lifeless on the battlefield haunting his mind. “Why didn’t you tell me?” 

Tears welled in her eyes, her facade finally breaking. “I didn’t want to worry you.”

Xaden’s anger melted away as he pulled her close, his hands trembling as he cupped her face. “I’m already worried, every damn second I’m not with you. You don’t get to hide things like this from me.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice barely audible as the adrenaline started to wear off, leaving her dizzy.

He exhaled slowly, pressing his forehead to hers. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

Carefully, he wrapped his arm around her, supporting her weight as they made their way to safety. His touch was gentle, despite the rough edges of his fear. “You’re too important to lose,” he murmured as they reached a quieter spot. “I need you. You don’t have to carry everything alone.” his words were soft, only meant for her to hear in his moment of vulnerability. 

She leaned into him, her body weak but her heart full. “I won’t. Not anymore.”

With a soft kiss to her temple, Xaden set her down gently, tending to her wound with hands that were much steadier now. “We’re getting through this,” he promised, his voice quieter but no less firm. “Together.”

And as the darkness of the battlefield faded into the distance, they both knew they would always have each other to hold on to.

Yay ty for reading XOXO ~

[clockwayswrites]

Both Ways at Once Part 4

WC: 668, Masterpost

Jason inched forward and pressed his ear to the door Tim had just gone through.

“What’s wrong?” Tim asked.

There was silence, then “Where’s Jason?”

That was Dick. He’d been staying at the manor since it all happened. It was a little weird to have him a round like that.

“Asleep. He’s still getting exhausted too easily.”

Dick would buy it, of course he would. For one, it was true; Jason was exhausted. For another, Jason had been good. He rested when he was told. He ate when he was fed. He spent most of his time awake in the library just reading. He was passive.

He may have set them up, but it was their own damn fault if they bought it.

Dick let out a sigh. “Yeah, I know, I’m worried about that. So’s Bruce. They had Constantine bring in another specialist…”

“No good?”

“Don’t know. He sorta…” Dick laughed but it was strung out sounding. “He phased into the cell and then refused to let go of Hood. Or Hood refused to let go of him, we’re not sure. They’re in a meeting room now. According to him, they were basically torturing Hood by keeping him locked up in the Watchtower—”

Jason didn’t hear anything else. Blood was rushing in his ears. They were hurting him.

When he had come to in that basement, Jason had been confused. He hadn’t known how he had gotten there or what was happening. But also he had. Part of him had known, instinctively, that the huge man next to him was important and that they needed to stay close together.

His head had felt like it was splitting in two as what he knew and what was overlapped. His skin had felt too tight, like he had been stuffed into it. Everything had hurt. And so when his family had arrived and whisked him one way and the other man another, Jason had let them.

He had regretted it ever since.

Bruce and Constantine had sat him down the next morning, explaining that he had been hit with a magical spell that affected him mentally and physically. He had been split into two. He wanted to see the other part of him, but they said no. They had to find out more about the situation first, he was told. There could be a magical backlash. It was dangerous. They were keeping him in the dark, that’s what.

Fuck that. Jason had started using his exhaustion and pain as a cover as he worked to find out information. He learned: - The man was called Red Hood (no, not that Red Hood). - Apparently he used to look a lot closer to how Red Hood did. - The memories he knew of the last few years never happened. - They were keeping Red Hood in the Watchtower. - He needed to see him.

Jason was still putting together a plan, and now this consultant had solved one of the biggest problems about how to make it happen, Red Hood was out of his cell. Half baked plan or not, there was no time like the present.

Careful to keep his steps soundless, which was easy enough in the thick socks he wore to desperately try and stay way, Jason crept away from the door and took off to the Bruce’s study. He was grateful that while things about the present overlapped weirdly with his memories, like half dreams and stories, anything before he had… anything before Ethiopia still made sense. Anything after was a crap shoot if it was real.

The hands on the clock turned easily, his thumb print still scanned, and the door still opened. The way to barricade the door from the inside was the same too. It wouldn’t hold any of the Bats for long, but it was enough for Jason to scramble down the steps and over the the Zeta tube.

He just needed Red Hood to hold on.

He would be there soon.

He needed to see him.

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AN: So maybe I'm spoiling you all with another update today, but it is dark and stormy and I'm burrowed into a blanket with cats and a headache, and people have been asking about smol!Jason so I felt you all should get to meet him!

Stay delightful and dry, darlings!

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[bleach-your-panties]

asking renji to step on your back❤️‍🩹⋱

tw: period sex🩸

wc: 668

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"Please, Ren?! It really hurts; I am in excruciating pain right now~" You wailed to your boyfriend.

Currently, you were lying on the floor curled up on your side.

During your monthly blood sacrifice, you often experience excruciating lower back pain that makes it feel like someone is digging a hot knife in it and just scraping across the expanse of your back.

Renji's face was twisted up in worry for you. Usually the pain would subside if you soaked in a hot bath or used your heating pad, but that didn't seem to be working tonight.

"But babe...you're so tiny," His tattooed eyebrows furrowed, "if I step on you, you might crack like a twig."

He wasn't wrong necessarily; being over 6'0 tall and close to 200 lbs, he could very possibly crack your back in half if he wasn't careful, but that was a chance that you were willing to take to get some kind of relief right now.

"Renji, please!"

"Alright, alright! Turn over..."

You did as he asked and a soft gasp left his mouth. The way your ass sat up in your new position was quite the lovely visual for him.

'Don'tgethornydon'tgethornydon'tget-',

He looked down at his crotch-

'Damn.'

Whatever he had going on right now was of very little concern to you, though. You just wanted the pain to end.

Renji gently pressed his sandaled foot down in the middle of your lower back, right above your ass cheeks.

"Yes, that's it! Right there, Ren! Harder!"

'NothelpingNOThelping' He blushed, his chest and ears growing hot. He pressed a little harder, digging his toes in, and you only got louder.

"Thank you, Ren...feels so good..." You were practically drooling.

Renji was happy that he could help to alleviate your pain, but hearing you moaning for him had him salivating in his mouth like a dog.

----

"Yessss Renji, right there!"

"Yeah, right there, baby? Right there?"

He cooed into your neck while holding one of your legs pressed up against your chest as he stroked his fat cock in and out of your soaking wet hole.

The mixture of your arousal, his arousal, and the blood had both of you a slippery mess down below, but, using his brain, Renji had thought to put down a towel after asking you if you wanted to try having sex to alleviate the cramps that you were also experiencing.

He held you to his chest with one arm hooked underneath your armpit and the other circled around your waist so he could rub your tummy.

"You like this, baby? Does it feel good? I'm making you feel good?"

He nipped the shell of your ear with his teeth and trailed his fingers down to your clit before beginning to rub over the swollen nub with the pad of his thumb.

"Renji! Oh! RENJI!"

With the combination of his thrusts and the pressure on your clit, your body jerked in his hold and a stream of squirt shot up into the air while your legs trembled violently.

Your sudden orgasm tipped him off and soon he was filling you up with a long, thick shot of his warm seed.

He looked down at where you were conjoined and the sight of his cum running from your overstuffed cunt and down his blood-stained shaft had him hardening again quickly.

"Shit, baby! I wasn't expecting you to squirt. That's so hot, though." He grinned and kissed the side of your head.

After wiping you off with the towel, he scooped you up to bring you into the bathroom so he could run another hot, steaming bath for the both of you.

"I didn't think that you'd be into period sex..." You sighed and pressed your face into his neck, inhaling the deep scent of his cologne.

"Yeah? Well, what kind of warrior would I be if I didn't leave battle with my sword drenched in blood?" He smirked. You scrunched your eyebrows together.

"Don't...ever say that again..."

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[melobin]

crossed lines 𐙚 anton smau - 2

✧ female reader x anton | sohee's girlfriend x anton

✧ synopsis. on the first day of a new academic year, anton walks into his lecture hall late, only see the last empty seat is beside you. he thought nothing out of the ordinary of sitting beside you, in fact the two of you even made it a regular thing. anton also thought nothing of inviting you to private study sessions with him alone in the library during the late hours of the night, he never imagined that such a mundane thing would turn him into a horrible best friend.

warnings. half written and half smau, written.

wc. 668

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the lecture room was full, a lot fuller than you hoped it had been considering you were relatively early. there were only a few open seats left, it took you longer than you had hoped before you had spotted anton. he was sat towards the bottom of the room, closer to where the lecturers desk was. he sat toward the end of the row that was closest to the door, the seat he saved for you was beside him on the inside. just from that alone you could tell he was the type to make a run for it the moment the lecture let you go, luckily you were too.

you sighed before you walked over to anton, he stood up with a small smile to let you into the row. he avoided your eyes as you walked past him, looking at the floor until you were sat down. the air between the two of you was awkward, you were sure it was the first time the two of you had even been together without at least sohee around to bring up the atmosphere and break the ice, neither of you had any idea of what to say to the other. both opting to share small smiles and quiet apologises when your arms bumped together.

half way through the two hour lecture, you began to bore and sitting next to someone who barely spoke two words to you didn’t help. you knew you had to talk first, you had to break the ice before the two of you ended up falling asleep due to the dull nature of your introductory lecture.

“anton?” your voice was low, you couldn’t tell if the boy didn’t hear you or if he was just ignoring you “anton?” your whisper came out a little louder, the boy still didn’t turn his head. “anton??” with a nudge of your elbow, you caught his attention as well as a few other people around you. you sent them an awkward smile and a small nod of your head as an apology.

“yeah?”

“what are you doing?”

“listening to the lecture, like you should be” you pulled a face as your eyes drifted down to the candy crush game that was open on his ipad.

“listening to what? how to match shapes and colours?”

“it’s more complicated than you think, i’ve gotten sohee-hyung through countless levels he’s been stuck on”

“sorry i didn’t realise i was talking to the candy crust connoisseur” anton laughed a little louder than he meant to, almost hiding himself when someone in front of him turned around to look at what the noise was “are you always so awkward?”

“what?”

“what?” you shrugged your shoulders and spoke back to him, unsure if he would be able to keep you entertained “anton i’m sorry i can’t sit here in silence for two hours listening to some old man talk about the history of swimming, i already know this” anton sighed, his body shifting slightly so he was facing towards you.

“what do you want?”

“you should download those silly two player table game apps on your ipad so we can play during class”

“when we’re meant to be paying attention?”

“you were playing a colour and shape matching game anton”

“i’ll look for them later” his response sparked an idea in you, a question you were suddenly curious to know the answer for.

“later? aren’t you going to seok’s party?” anton laughed again at your question, amusement in his eyes.

“when have you ever seen me go to a party” you rolled your eyes and sighed.

“you should go tonight, surprise all your friends and show them you can let loose a little”

“i can let loose”

“yeah in the pool” anton sighed again, listening to your words and nodding.

“what if i go for like ten minutes” you shrugged your shoulders.

“doesn’t matter to me as long as you show up, but i better see you at the others too”

“there’s others??”

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[anniebeckcalla]

───ar ôl yr oriau

style: 3rd person, non-idol au. wc:668 cw:fluff, pet names (once)

you stared up at the ceiling (was it the ceiling?.who knows? it was pitch black) with your sanrio duvet snuggled around your body (again, how could you see that? it was too dark to see!). Your toes peeped out shyly from the sheets (but you couldn't see- okay, sorry, i'll stop) and normally, you would have bunched them right up underneath the covers, but you were too fidgety to sleep. All you could think about was what had happened earlier on…your first date with your boyfriend, haechan.

it.wasn’t often that things went well for you, but your day out with haechan had swept you off of your feet. he wouldn't let you pay for anything, (no matter how much you shyly protested) encouraged you when you ate, (which resulted in you eating three quarters of the beef hotpot bowl) and took so many pictures of you while insisting that you looked better than any model (you wondered how he had any storage space left on his phone.)

the best thing about it all was that haechan didn't have to do any of that. it was obvious that he was deeply in awe of you. he gazed at you when he thought you weren't looking, his eyes soft with warmth and love. when you talked. his face broke into a grin as he listened to every word. in crowded spaces, he made sure that you felt safe, interlocking your hands tightly within his, weaving out of the bustling people to a safe area where you felt comfortable and secure.

with haechan, you felt as if you had been hit by a magic spark that turned everything bright and colourful. the sky was bluer, the clouds were puffier. life had a happier ring to it.

now, it was night time, and haechan was at his home. everything was limp and lifeless again.

BZZZZZZ-!

the familiar ringtone of your phone reverberated around the room..you jumped up to grab it from your bedside table. your heart beat an extra time when you saw who the caller was…

“haechan🧸”

you pressed the accept button, but now the call was live, you didn't quite know what to say.

“hello?” haechan's voice came through, and you had to use every nerve in your body to not squeal and throw the phone across the room.

“hi,” you said at last, your toes scrunched up in coyness.

“oh. hey,” haechan replied. “i hope i didn't wake you up?”

“no, i was awake.” you fanned your face with your hand in a weak attempt to stop your ears and cheeks burning up. it was no use, of course.

“i’ve tried to sleep, but i can't stop thinking about today,” haechan sighed. “it just keeps replaying in my mind, and it's driving me crazy how well it went.”

“i was doing the exact same thing,” you tried to say, but it came out as a hoarse squeak. haechan laughed, sending an eruption of butterflies across your stomach. “don't be shy, mama. speak up.” you cleared your throat as best as you could. “i said that i was doing the exact same thing.”

“great minds think alike, huh?” haechan replied.

“yes.” your voice was a soft whisper.

“then how about we spend the night together?” haechan's voice was hopeful. “we don't have to do anything too…too fast, you know. we could just watch a film together or eat something. i mean, we both miss each other, so we're basically solving the problem.-”

you muted the mic and briefly screamed in your pillow. for some reason, the prospect of being together with haechan at night made everything seem so thrilling and daring.

“y/n? where are you?” haechan's voice rang around the room.

you got up at last. “i'm here! it's alright,” you said.

“well? do you agree?”

“yes,” you replied, clutching the phone so hard it could have shattered in your palm. “yes, i agree. come over to my house now.”

“someone's eager!”

“of course i am.”

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[brisquad-unit-4402]

luxiem masterpost

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KEY

💌 no reader insert

💜 can be read as platonic or romantic

🧡 platonic relationship

💕 romantic, pre-relationship

❤️ romantic, established relationship

💔 angst

💝 fluff

🗣 humor/crack

🖤 nsfw/sexual, features content not intended for minors

🌟 author's favorite

🎉 request from #100 followers for 4402 event

🎃 trick-or-treat drabble from #4402's halloween 2023 treats

[will add more if needed]

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[jonillaa]

hii !!! I love your writing and fanfics!! They're the best I binge read them at night everytime fr...but anyways can I get Jo doing your makeup? Like you wanted to hang out with your bf and you want him to do your makeup! You guide him and he gently tries to put makeup on you, blush, eyeshadow, eyebrows, and foundation, you turn out to be a clown but you guys laugh about it !! 😊😊😊

DUVET ┊ asakura jo

PAIRING ┊ jo x f!reader

GENRE ┊ fluff

WC ┊ 668

WARNINGS ┊ classic friends to lovers plot (kinda idk they like each other tho) , not proof-read , lowercase intended!!

SYNOPSIS ┊ it’s jo’s day off, and you find yourself missing him a little too much. in an attempt to spend some time together, you invite him over and ask him to do your makeup. (and he ended up staining your duvet oops)

A/N ┊ i honestly could not come up with a title for this fic so it literally doesn’t match up at all but it’s okay cuz it’s jo!! 😜

jo had finally managed to secure a rare day off from his hectic schedule. he was looking forward to spending some quality time catching up on his favorite anime and indulging in a much-needed break—a break he definitely deserved. little did he know how soon that plan would change.

meanwhile, at your place, boredom was slowly consuming you. the dullness seemed to multiply exponentially, making the hours feel like days. suddenly, an idea struck you like lightning—a foolproof way to kill your boredom and maybe even spend some time with jo.

with your fingers flying across your phone's keyboard, you swiftly typed out a message, inviting jo over without mentioning your ulterior motives. you hit send, half-wondering if he would even consider your request.

but to your delight, jo replied almost instantly, his reply filled with his usual awkwardness: "oh uh, sure. i wasn't really doing anything anyway".

an excited flutter danced in your chest as you prepared for jo to arrive, making sure you had clean brushes and fresh makeup laid out. you couldn't help but feel a little nervous. jo may be your friend, but there was just something about him that made your heart race a little faster.

minutes later, the doorbell chimed, signaling jo’s arrival. you greeted him with a smile, trying to hide your nervousness.

"so, what's the plan for today?" jo asked, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"we’re going to have some quality time," you replied, leading him to your bedroom.

confusion flashed across jo’s face, but he decided not to press the matter. after all, there were plenty of strange adventures you'd roped him into during your friendship.

upon entering your room, jo’s eyes landed on the chaos of makeup supplies spread across your dresser. his eyes widened comically.

"you’re not going to suggest i do your makeup, are you?" he asked, panic lacing his voice.

biting your lip, you let out a nervous chuckle. "uh, actually, that was exactly my plan."

jo stared at you, disbelief etched on his face. "you’re kidding, right?"

with a mischievous glint in your eyes, you shook your head. "nope, dead serious. come on jo, it'll be fun!"

you guided jo to sit in front of the vanity mirror, feeling a mix of anticipation and anxiety. jo looked both adorable and slightly terrified. he bit his lip, his gaze fixed on the soft brushes in front of him.

"okay, but no promises that it’ll come out good," jo mumbled, finally giving in.

for the next hour, jo followed your step-by-step instructions, his fingers trembling as he tried to recreate the makeup looks you were showing him. the room filled with laughter and comfortable silence, the two of you bantering and teasing each other throughout the process.

at one point, jo’s hand shook so badly that instead of applying mascara to your lashes, he ended up streaking black lines across your face. you burst into fits of laughter, clutching your stomach as jo scrambled to fix his mistake.

"this is harder than drawing," jo muttered sheepishly, his deep voice tinged with slight frustration.

as the afternoon wore on, jo’s initial awkwardness melted away, replaced by a newfound confidence. his touch became more sure, his strokes lighter and more delicate. but just as the two of you were nearing completion, disaster struck.

jo’s hand slipped, and a vibrant splatter of red lip tint landed squarely on your pristine white duvet.

his voice filled with panic, jo stammered, "i’m so sorry! i didn't mean to!"

you couldn't help but let out a small laugh, your eyes sparkling with mirth. "it's okay, jo. it’s just makeup. i can wash it off."

relief washed over his face, and he smiled. "i’ll buy you a new duvet cover, okay? i promise."

the mess on your duvet somehow solidified the bond between the two of you. jo’s apology was filled with genuine affection and concern that tugged at your heart, making you realize how much you meant to each other.

a/n 2 i feel like the ending is so awkward and out of place HELP IM SO SORRY. 😕

[cosmosorbitt]

platonic/sibling relationship jean x y/n fic? canonverse ^_^

or wholesome platonic springlestein (jean, sasha, connie?)

absolutely adore this omg. ty for suggesting!

The Quiet Horizon

jean x gn reader

wc: 668

tags: fluff, platonic, sibling dynamic

please leave more suggestions! i had a blast writing this :3

cross posted on ao3!

The cool October air seeps through your skin, sending a small shiver down your spine. The trees have already turned several vibrant hues of orange, red, and yellow. A leaf falls softly to the ground beside you, snapping you out of your thoughts as it gently graces the ground. 

The memories of the most recent mission flood your brain. Several deaths and many casualties, but successful nonetheless. You sigh, leaning your back against the tree that you had been sitting against. You look up at the setting sun along the horizon, admiring the colors painting the sky nearby. 

A leaf crunches under someone’s boot, and you turn your head to the sound, revealing the ash-haired man standing next to you. The familiar face smiles down at you.

“Mind if I take a seat, m’lady?” Jean says teasingly. He’s always been quite the jokester, no matter the time or place.

“Not at all, kind sir,” you snort in response. The air sways the trees nearby, almost as if they were waving a small hello to you. Jean sits down quickly as he wears that stupid smug smirk that he’s adorned for several years. 

“How you doin’?” he asks quietly. There was something a bit different about his tone now, something softer and more caring.

“Just thinking. Y’know, about the mission and whatnot,” you say quietly. Something about the mission was… weird. Something nagged at you, clawing at your chest and heart, but you can’t quite put your finger on it.

Jean stays quiet for a moment, his previous smug smirk now replaced with a blank expression, nearly unreadable. A flicker of concern shows in his eyes, but you hardly catch it.

“You aren’t the best liar,” he states matter of factly. “Come on, talk to me. I’m not just a pretty face,” he smiles at you teasingly. 

You chuckle softly. Jean wasn’t just a pretty face. He had been nothing but a phenomenal friend, consistently putting in effort and checking on you.

“Something about that mission. Something is wrong with it,” you admit quietly. As the memories fade into your mind again, you feel a slight pit in your stomach, unsure of how to put off the unease.

“What about it?” Jean asks curiously.

You pause for a few moments, unsure of how to put your thoughts into words. To be honest, you weren’t really sure. Something was different about it, something big. Some big part of the puzzle was missing, and your mind was screaming at you to find it.

“I don’t know,” you admit quietly, sucking in a sharp breath. The cool air infiltrates your lungs, providing a solid relief for a moment.

Jean stays quiet, looking along the horizon at the almost set sun. He’s slowly piecing his thoughts together, just like a puzzle.

“You don’t know?” He asks quietly.

“I don’t.”

Jean pauses for another moment, his expression still blank and unreadable. He speaks up after a minute, the words quiet and almost mumbling.

“That’s okay.”

You chuckle softly. While Jean was almost entirely a man of jokes, there was something different about this conversation, a more caring side to him.

“It’s okay not to know,” He adds softly.

You turn to look at him, your eyes gazing over  the features of his face, more specifically, the stubble forming on his face.

“You need to shave,” you joke teasingly.

“Way to ruin the sappy moment! Jeez, I was really trying to help!” Jean exclaims, feigning offense and raising his hands in defense.

You can’t help but laugh, gently elbowing him.

“You did help, don’t worry.” It wasn’t a lie. Something about his presence made you feel protected, like an older brother.

Jean smiles at you softly, “Glad to help, told you I’m not just a pretty face.”

You snort again, smiling as you look at the rising moon. The nagging feeling in your chest has subsided. Even if for just a bit, the pit has turned full, leaving you content as you watch the horizon.

[cybersunnie]

18+ MDNI requested; fluff; brief allusions to sex; f!reader (wc 668) with STEVE HARRINGTON

Steve had a lot of moles.

They were hard to miss, scattered across the span of his back, a constellation of stars, a fun game of connect-the-dots. You teased him for it—accused him of not wearing enough sunscreen, to which he sheepishly admitted that he, in fact, wasn't—but you loved every single one of them, and he knew that.

Though, as you woke up with heavy eyes and sore muscles, his moles weren't the only thing on his back.

Steve had fallen asleep on his stomach, one arm tucked under his pillow and the other wrapped around your waist, holding you close. Your eyes traced where the sunlight kissed him, from the slope of his nose to the slight flush on his cheeks to his parted lips that let out soft snores.

As you smoothed your fingers through his hair, your gaze drifted down to his back, and your eyes widened. Among his moles were red lines. Scratches you had left on him last night as Steve intertwined his soul with yours, your nails raking down his skin, breathless I love you's into open mouths. Heat crept up your neck—it looked like he got mauled by a fucking bear.

But the sound of his voice snapped you out of your flustered thoughts.

"Morning, beautiful," Steve greeted, low and raspy.

You tore your gaze away from his back and nuzzled your nose against his shoulder. He smelled of his cologne and body wash and a hint of musk. Shyly, you whispered, "Hi."

"Hey," he chuckled, a grin tugging at his lips, his hand trailing down to your hip. "You okay?"

You nodded. "I just, uh, scratched up your back pretty bad."

"Oh." Steve frowned and craned his neck to look at the damage. You knew he couldn't see anything. "It's fine. No one's gonna see it anyway."

"Steve."

With raised brows, he looked at you. "Yeah?"

"The pool party is today."

His mouth formed into a small 'o.' "Shit, that's right," Steve mumbled, more to himself than to you. "Well, I guess I'm swimming with my shirt on," he sighed, grunting as he rolled over onto his back, stretching his arms out. He smirked. "Unless you want me to show them off."

You huffed, "Please don't."

Amused, Steve pushed further. "Why not? I like them." His smile grew as you glared at him, and then he leaned in, planting kisses from your cheek to your jaw. You nearly melted into the mattress. "It tells me I know how to make my girl feel good—" he nipped at your neck, eliciting a hum from you, "—And it makes me want to do it all over again."

Before you both got carried away, you stopped him, your hands on his shoulders. "You're an idiot."

"Only for you," he said, completely unfazed. "Can't think of anything but your pretty face when you're around."

Your cheeks burned knowing he meant every word. "Yeah, yeah, whatever."

Steve laughed and gave your hip a gentle squeeze. You saw how his gaze softened, his brown eyes honey when caught in the light, warm and swimming with adoration. He always looked at you as if the mere sight of you took his breath away. At least, Robin had helped you realize that. 

"I love you." Three words you couldn't get enough of.

The corners of your lips quirked up, and unable to hold eye contact any longer, you turned your head and stared at the ceiling. You thought having a crush on him was hard—being in love with him was even worse. An overwhelming feeling. It had your soul opened and bared to him only to be accepted and loved fully despite all your flaws. It swallowed you whole.

And Steve noticed. "C'mon, baby. You weren't this shy last night.” You definitely weren't. His hand left your hip to grasp your chin, forcing you to look at him again. “Say it back."

Once you found your voice, you said, "I love you, too."

Steve grinned. "There you go."

[fmdinyeong]

sweet crazy love. (schedule) self para 009

location: backstage at music core date: may 22, 2021 summary: whenever inyeong gets reminded she’s a leader, it’s in a rude way

As soon as they were done performing, mics off and ready to change to go back to the dorm or the company, Inyeong was dragged away from the other girls for a private conversation in a corner. 

Chroma had more than a single manager. That was inevitable with seven members, especially when their schedules were as varied as they were. Usually, Chroma Crystal had one manager following them to most schedules, but sometimes a different one tagged along instead when the first one was busy, like today. Inyeong didn’t like him, not like she did the other one, who was often trying to make sure the girls were comfortable. No, this one wasn’t like that. He was efficient at his job, professional, in a way that Inyeong would appreciate, if it wasn’t for the rudeness he’d turn towards her and the girls at times. 

Inyeong understood and ensured that Ahri and Akira were on their best behavior often, but there was a difference in her head between being strict and being flat out rude. The manager most definitely did not know that difference or cared to learn about it. 

She gritted her teeth as he spoke. Something about the manager of another, senior group, reaching out to him to tell him that the girls from Chroma Crystal were yet to greet said senior group even though they had been promoting together for a couple of days already. They were being criticized apparently, for not caring about seniority and not behaving well like other senior groups. Inyeong knew it was an exaggeration. Of course they hadn’t gone to greet them because they were busy. Scrambling between practices, music video filmings, and various recordings, the girls barely had time to sleep, much less to linger in other groups’ rooms for pleasantries.

But there was no other option for her other than to bow to the manager and apologize for their behavior. It didn’t matter that this was on him and on the other manager, not on her. It wasn’t Inyeong’s job to know which groups they had to greet as she had more to do than to keep up with other people’s schedules, but it was the managers’ job to do so. It wasn’t on her that he failed to do one of the parts of his job. 

Regardless of it being her fault or not, it would fall on her shoulders. She was certain the dude was just throwing the blame on her because he knew it wasn’t Inyeong’s duty but he needed someone else to blame. That was how it always went for the leaders after all— the company arranged for one person in the group to shoulder all the blame and responsibility for everything they did, either bad or good, without so much as offering them the possibility of giving up the position. 

Inyeong followed him wordlessly, taking a sip of her water before they stopped in front of the other group’s manager. Another bow, this time lower, as Inyeong expressed her apologies and regrets, promising that Chroma Crystal would show up at their seniors’ dressing room the next day to greet them properly. 

The man’s look was full of disdain and he didn’t bother keeping it away from his tone either— Inyeong was dismissed after he let her know the group would be expecting them. 

Standing on shaky legs as the exhaustion caught up to her, Inyeong stopped outside Chroma’s dressing room to rest her head against the wall, eyes falling shut. She took a deep breath— seven years as a trainee never prepared her for the challenge of leading a group, for the diplomacy that was required from it. This was a part of the job she’d quit in the blink of an eye, especially if it meant she was never expected to attend another meeting with their directors ever again. 

“Fucking assholes,” Inyeong whispered, blinking her eyes open. “I hope they fucking explode.”

Inyeong kept her head up as she walked into the room.