#girlgroup x fem!reader

[luvmyoui]

her favorite (damsel in distress)

spiderwoman!ahn yujin x fem!reader GP!YUJIN

genre: fluff

warnings: cursing, violence (beating up bad guys), suggestive towards the end

synopsis: yujin was always an easy target for bullying and just couldnt seem to get her crush to notice her. what happens when she becomes a superhero and she starts saving her crush?

word count: 2,048

a/n: first time writing fluff, bcz i cant make my wife a bad person😞. also too lazy to proofread so pls ignore any mistakes😭😭

“uh- y-y/n, can i take a picture of you with the spiders?— for the school paper.”

“oh, of course!” you said in response to the question, happy that it was your picture she wanted.

you stood next to the spiders all in their respective cages and posed next to them. yujin put her camera up to her eye as she backed up so that she could get a full picture. 

“y/n, let’s go!!” you heard one of your friends call after yujin had taken a few pictures, they had already moved on to the next exhibition

“coming!” you called back out as you left yujin and went to approach your friends.

“wait- uh- thank you!” yujin called out to your back, smiling to herself. 

“ow fuck!” yujin exclaimed to herself as she felt a sharp pain in her hand. she had been bitten by a spider. she shook it off her hand and bent down to look at it. she watched as it crawled on the floor the colors of blue and red making it stand out. 

when it crawled out of sight, yujin stood up and looked at her hand. there were two holes there and a redness surrounding it. the spider looked like the genetically made super spiders, but not letting herself ponder on the thought, she left and continued inspecting the cages that contained spiders with her class.  

as the day went on yujin found that she could not simply ignore the spider bite on her hand. she started to feel the effects of the poison slowly becoming more intense. the school day went as a blur, yujin being half conscious for most of it.

when she arrived home, she was greeted by her aunt and uncle. she greeted them back as she walked up the stairs to her room. she could faintly process them asking her if she wanted to eat and she responded saying she already had. 

when she entered her room she locked the door and stripped off her shirt and her glasses which she threw somewhere in her room. she looked at her body in the mirror, her skinny frail body which made her the perfect victim for bullies. the spider bite on her hand had swelled up and turned purple.

she felt hot, but also incredibly cold. she was sweating bullets as she fell to the floor. she grabbed her blanket off of her bed and pulled it over herself.

what their guide told them about the spider that had bitten her replayed in her head as she slowly lost consciousness. 

yujin awoke with a groan, she slowly reached over from where she was on the floor for her glasses and picked them up. she stood up from the floor and went to put them on but when she held them up to her face she found that everything was blurry. she slowly lowered her glasses and found that she could in fact see better without her glasses. 

“weird,” she mumbled to herself as she put her glasses back on her desk.

yujin had to do a double take when she looked in the mirror, she had muscles and abs now. she looked in the mirror smiling to herself as she flexed in the mirror. she didn't know how this happened, but she definitely was not complaining about it. 

after hearing her aunt call out to her telling her that she’d be late if she didn't leave now, yujin turned to the side looking out her window hoping to see a certain someone. y/n l/n, her crush since before she knew what a crush was. this was her daily routine, to just watch as y/n did things. not in a creepy way though, more so in a longing way. her and y/n had been neighbors since they were six but yujin could bet on the fact that y/n didn't know. why would someone like y/n ever notice her. 

when she saw the time on her clock though, yujin quickly put on a shirt and left to try and go catch the bus. to her dismay it was yet another day in which she had to chase after the bus banging on it asking the driver to stop. after a while of running after the bus, yujin figured they wouldn't stop and today she’d have to walk.

her banging on the bus had somehow made the banner stick to her hand. as she slowed down, no longer keeping up with the bus the banner ripped due to it being stuck to her hand. she tried to shake it off but it wasn't leaving her hand, causing her to use her other hand to pull it off and thankfully it worked. 

that had all happened a month ago, yujin was now known to by everyone in her city as spiderwoman. she could shoot spider webs from her wrists, could stick to almost anything, and had super strength. after finding out she had these abilities she couldn't just stand around while innocent people were in trouble. so she decided to start helping out around the city under a disguise. 

“help!” yujin could faintly hear a call from a woman who seemed to be in danger. 

following the voice, she webbed around until she got to the place where the voice was coming from. she stayed on the roof of a building next to the dim alley as she looked down to see what was going on. yujin pumped her fists when she saw that it was you who was in trouble. she wasn't happy you were in need of help, she was just happy she could be of help to you. 

yujin swiftly swooped down and stood in between you and the 3 men surrounding you ���what’s goin on here?” yujin said casually and watched as the men glared at her. 

“hmph, it's just a girl, she probably can't do too much.” the man who stood in the middle said to the other two in a smug voice. 

“you know it's not really nice to-” yujin was cut off by one of the men charging at her trying to swing. with ease she grabbed his hand and swung at his face, seeing how far the punch sent that guy the other two ran away trembling in fear.

“th-thank you spiderwoman,” yujin heard a voice from behind her say. yujin turned around when she heard the voice and responded by saying it was nothing.

“hey, uh- if you want i could walk you home. just to make sure no one else bothers you.” yujin said, if she didn't have the red mask covering her face she never would've said something like this, but being in her suit gave her confidence. 

“are you sure?”

“yes of course, it's no problem at all.” 

and thus this is how yujin now found herself walking her crush home and somehow she had managed the courage to put her arm around your waist too. It felt like she was dreaming, was she really walking home with y/n l/n in her arms?! 

when she reached the familiar house that was right next to hers, she let her arm around you drop and bid her goodbyes. as yujin sat at the top of a building she took off her mask and finally everything sunk in, she had never smiled this hard. by the time she got home her cheeks hurt from the smile that seemed to be tattooed on her face.

“what’s got you in such a good mood?” yujin’s aunt asked as she walked down the stairs and into the dining room. 

“uh- n-nothing.” yujin stuttered out and her face flushed as she recalled what had happened. 

her aunt just looked at her with a knowing smile and served her with the food she had cooked. 

“so, who’s the lucky girl?” 

“w-what?! n-no one!” 

“okay okay, just make sure to be careful, don't want any accidents to happen if you know what i mean.” yujin’s aunt said with a wink

“AUNTIE!” yujin exclaimed as her face flushed red, she did not want to hear this, especially not from her aunt.

yujin smiled as she heard the familiar voice calling for help. she knew she shouldn't be happy at the thought that you had gotten into trouble again but she couldn't help it. she always found herself looking forward to saving you. she followed your voice and found herself in the streets with 4 men running after you. she watched as the men cornered you and when they started to get in your face she shot out 4 webs and pulled them all away from you. 

when she jumped off the building the men one by one ran at her trying to attack. somehow, while fighting one of them pulled off her mask, too caught up in fighting them she didn't have time to put it back on. 

after she was done dealing with them she saw you start to walk up to her, it was too dark for you to see her face but she knew that if you came any closer her identity would be revealed. she quickly webbed up to the roof and put her mask back on. you walked over to the small alley she had previously occupied and looked around. yujin slowly descended from the roof upside down holding onto the web that was stuck to the top of the roof. 

“you have a knack for getting in trouble.” she said from behind you, you flinched when you heard the voice

“you have a knack for saving me,” you said with a giggle “i think i have a superhero stalker.”

“I was in the neighborhood.”

“you are…. amazing.”

“Some people don't think so.”

“but you are.” you replied with, your words tinting her face with red from under her mask.

“It's nice to have a fan.”

“do i get to say thank you this time?” you said reaching your hands out for her mask. 

thinking that you were gonna pull off her mask yujin panics for a split second, voicing a ‘wait’.

hearing that you hesitated for a second before reaching out again and lowering the neck of her suit to pull out the mask. you slowly lift it revealing her lips, you stop at her nose and let the rolled up mask stay there. you slowly lean in towards her lips and let hers meet yours. yujin was screaming on the inside, this was her first kiss and it was being taken by you, y/n l/n. 

she could feel her heartbeat in her head, the way your lips glided along hers made her dizzy. yujin’s lips parted slightly allowing your tongue to slip in and explore the depths of her mouth. yujin couldn't stop the warmth from blossoming in her chest as she felt your tongue gliding along hers. was she in heaven? 

you soon parted from yujin to allow the oxygen to enter your lungs, yujin chased after your lips, missing the feeling. she was pulled out of her reverie from the sound of your small giggles. she looked at you questioningly wondering what you found so funny. 

“glad to know i have that much of an effect on you.” you said as you stared at her crotch. 

following your gaze yujin bent her neck to look up to see what you were staring at, when she realized she flushed red. she quickly reached up with one hand to cover the very visible tent in her pants, she wanted to die. yujin felt mortified. 

“I- uh- i- um-” yujin tried to say but nothing came out causing her to flush an even darker red. 

your giggles continued as you noticed that the bottom of her face matched the color of her suit. suddenly you were struck with an idea.

“hmm, let's make a deal. If you reveal your identity to me I'll take care of that little problem you have there.” you said while pointing at yujin’s groin. 

yujin’s jaw dropped at what you were insinuating you’d do. she fully descended, now standing on her feet in front of you and without any hesitation yujin pulled off her mask and said ‘deal’. 

[idekkkjja]

u should sooo do a bully Giselle x reader fic but like it’s not for me duh🙇‍♀️

Belong to me,,🫀⋆ ࣪.

۶ৎ Chapped bruises painted all over your aching body, maroon trickling down from the barely opened pores and your lungs clutching onto the oxygen painfully. The state, as she boasts about so proudly to brainwashed others, claiming an ownership on your very soul. Restricted to nothing but dreadful days of facing her unpredictability at school.

Heads-up: English not my first language so there’s gonna be mistakes, please correct me on them! Very very toxic, read it if you want to. Violence obviously, blood involved, and cursing. Small mentions of masturbation, and this it went downhill at the end wtf.. plus this isn’t proofreaded (for now!) and there’s smut at the end but guys im still new to it please it’s not great at all. And Giselle is just so.. 🤤🤤🤤 can’t resist for her to be a lil crazy.

(I can do headcanons for this Giselle if yall want btw or whatever)

一 Numb to the pain coursing throughout your unfortunate body, a toy to her wrath and pleasure twisted into ‘love’ she softly whispers in private; the pain soothed by the ruined lipstick as she plasters them all over, a physical embodiment of bandages that you plead for.

Hidden beneath the thin layers yet discreetly transparent of your wrinkled uniform, you fixed your collar briefly and continued strolling with the unsynchronised crowds in the cramped hallways. Shoved against others’ unsuspecting selves, you let out a muffled grunt in annoyance and forcefully strode amidst them, rarely determined to get to your safe space.

Away from everyone, away from them.

Cursing under your breath, you slid in the opened doors, into a library reversed for tranquil stillness, with an exception of the old pages of books scraping against each other in a calming rhythm. Most don’t bother giving a visit in the school’s library, it was far too empty despite your friends’ pity attempt to fill up the space. (You only had 3).

But you prefer it like this, fewer people meaning no anxiety knotting painfully in your stomach, a nagging voice alarming you that what they could do to you if given the chance.

Less of a problem now, in the past, others have tried to make you their mocking punching bag. However, it flew right back at their face because of Giselle who forbade anybody else to lay a finger on you or comment anything malicious about you.

Somebody daring to talk shit about you behind your (scarred) back? They better get ready for their nudes to be posted on a porn website if they didn’t get on their knees to you.

Somebody ‘accidentally’ bumping a little too hard against your shoulder? Next day, an inconvenience occurred leading to their shoulder being dislocated.

Somebody flirting with you openly or secretly? Either way, Giselle would find out. And when she does, there’s no point wondering why the person doesn’t dare to glance your way anymore.

Alone on the circular tables at the back, effectively distancing yourself physically as much as you can from everyone, your eyes stared at the repetitive letters on the wrinkled papers—your mind completely elsewhere.

Dried bruises pigmented on your skin, last night aching brutally that dreams had no distraction available to you. Peeling them off wasn’t an option today; too fresh, too raw, relating to your feelings very much for someone.

It was complex, a lengthy puzzle impossible to entangle within months and months on end, and the prize wasn’t worth the struggle. You weren’t obvious with it, those feelings were reduced to nothing but filth used at sleepless nights to get you off.

You were dirty, a very dirty slut behind those ridiculously thick-frame glasses aching your poor, reddish ears, the shy interior. Not in the way of being a slut outside school, no, unsurprisingly you were a humble (that's what you always say to your friends) virgin. Desperately enough, the used toys and such messily arranged in the back of your closet says otherwise.

Who could blame you? Being attention deprived did wonders to a person!

Foolishly so, even in instances where Giselle shoves you roughly around, manhandles you, or beats you up for sick entertainment—you did get turned on.

Subconsciously in stress, you scratched your hair, the messy thin strands fell loose on your forehead. Getting off your chair, you lazily slacked your bag on your shoulder and limped out, leaving the book hanging behind, forgotten because of your racing thoughts.

It was lunch, a time where everybody adores, prays for it to come nearby: but it was different for you, very different. Frantically, your eyes searched across the crowds full of familiar yet blurry faces to recognise where your friends lay by, you couldn't find any sign of them.

With a heavy, defeated suspire, hanging by your lips, you dragged yourself to go on a search for them.

Cafeteria, checked.

Nearly all of the extended and endless halls of the school, checked.

Some of the classrooms, checked.

Needless to say, you were exhausted, your knees buckling slightly.

Then, the highlight of your miserable days shone in the spotlight; Giselle. And her loyal sidekicks. Acting upon your impulse, you sharply turned to the opposite direction, praying to the skies that she would not spot you.

"Ah, my bitch's here, hm?" Your day could not get any worse.

Defences—the paper-thin walls constructed carefully around you—were ripped apart cruelly by that girl the second fate destined the two of you. It was the unfortunate inevitable, bound to occur almost daily: it’s either she beats you up to the ground, leaving week-lasting bruises on every surface of your skin or an entertaining prank orchestrated mainly by her lackeys to humiliate you for days or even years.

So, you had nothing. Nothing. Teachers? They simply did not care except if it involves their beloved salary, and Giselle’s father funding the school made matters worse.

Fair play wasn’t your thing.

Your parents? No point, they were worse themselves, ignoring you completely and belittling every single thing you utter or do.

Both home and school weren’t comforting. You had nowhere to go to, no real solitary.

Slowly, your eyes met with hers, awaiting a response provoked by her taunting.

You couldn’t say anything; you wanted to, to break this vicious cycle of this pathetic life you’re tied to—the will had no benefits to you, no defending could help, no slim chance. Too much disadvantages, you knew that, everybody knew.

Without waiting any further, her hand clamped onto your wrist, yanking you closer; her hot breath ghosting your ear teasingly. “You’re being a mute little thing now today, aren’t you? How sad.” She whispered breathlessly, her thumb pressing against your pulse within the visible veins displaying on your wrist like the roots to your heart.

“I don’t know,” you murmured meekly, shrinking yourself by your stiff demeanour.

Giselle only smiled in response, grinning, her teeth showing. Usually smiles are a sign of happiness, one’s smile would be used to bring positivity to the other they’re showing to.

But her’s—they were terrifying, the opposite, a bad sign.

“I know why you’re so quiet, out of guilt, right?” Her nails dug deep in your skin, awakening new crimson lines. She was subtle in her words in public, playing with confusing riddles that an English teacher cannot decipher fully, so how could you?

You were confused.

What did you do wrong this time?

“You know what you did.” Insisting roughly; she tugged on your wrist to emphasise her point yet it didn’t serve its purpose, overwhelming you instead.

To sobs.

Tears involuntarily pricked in your eyes, you didn’t want to cry, you didn’t know why you were crying now. It would create no sympathy for you, just mockery.

“You’re crying out of guilt now, aren’t you?” Unfazed by the teary display, Giselle stared, unblinking with the eerie smile remaining.

She didn’t glance at anybody else, staring only, seeing you break apart so satisfyingly in front of her brought a twisted pleasure tugging her insides.

Travelling down to your hand, her hand embraced it tightly, too tightly that your complexion paled from before. “Don’t follow me,” Giselle chirped at the other girls—her lackeys who watched giggling and not intervening nor protesting, simply abiding her actions. Subtly agreeing, wishing that they were her.

Everybody wishes they’re Giselle.

Through the hallways, she dragged you, letting you tumble forward in sync with her footsteps as she found a secluded area: nobody around to witness what she will do.

Inside, she ushers you inside and slams the door shut, the sound booming in the tight space signalling your devastating fate. Her smile was long gone, being replaced by an empty calm washing over her relaxed features, a contrast to her actions when she shoved you down to the dusty floor where you belonged.

“You’re guilty, tell me what you’re guilty of.” A small gasp choked out of your clenched throat when her hand found your cheeks, squeezing it and muffling your noises.

You don’t know what you’re guilty of.

“Giselle, I-I don’t know.” You repeated yourself from earlier, affirming how clueless you really are.

Disappointed, she let out a low tsk and threw your head against the floor, unconcerned by your state as always. Her posture straightened, she stared you down, continuing the prolonged and agonising eye contact as her shoe presses down your neck, nuzzling against your windpipe letting the air turn into a privilege instead of a basic necessity.

“I’ve heard you’re dating someone.” Finally, Giselle states the information she sucked out of someone forcefully from a week ago roughly; it has been nagging her for days now.

You? With someone else? Cannot be in her eyes.

“Are you dating someone? If so, you better fuckin’ tell me.” A defeated cry responded instinctively, her shoe crushing a little harder now making it impossible to mutter a no.

Noticing ever so slightly, she decided for once not to let her fury control her actions so she drew her shoe away before kicking your neck a little at the new mark blooming.

“No… no,” you chanted desperately, as if trying to convince yourself rather Giselle.

Doubt flickered in her eyes, she stilled. “If you dare to lie to me, especially about this, I’ll break your neck.” Shouting was much preferred than her blurting the threat with no visible emotion lacing her hoarse voice.

She crouched down, caressing your hair and letting her long fingers entangle in your messy locks. “Did it hurt?” Obviously, the pain burned cruelly.

Pain always reminded you of Giselle.

No response, she expected it and gently tilted your head to meet her eyes again. God, she would never admit it—but she adored your eyes, too much even so. Specifically if glazed with restrained tears because of her.

“Whoever made that little rumour about you… will pay, it made me so angry when I found out. You didn’t reply to my calls or messages when you were away from school for a week. A week. You can’t blame me for thinking the worst.” Giselle ranted on, her hands cupping your rosey, warm cheeks due to the flu still lingering within you.

Scoffing, she looked away gingerly. “Don’t do that again, you… you made me so worr- mad.”

“I wouldn’t.” Reassurance from you was all she needed, her body eases into relief and her knees fell to the ground.

Her lips slowly brushed against yours for comfort, melting into your broken body as she held you up as if she was your saviour arriving at the scene of rescue.

Even if she was the villain all along.

Hesitantly, she pulled away, her forehead touching yours. “Let me do all the work, maybe making up for being a little mean from earlier, hm?” You tensed, this was your first time being so close to a sexual contact with an individual.

You were a loser, an inexperienced clumsy loser. “I-I, I’m a virgin, Giselle.” Embarrassingly you confessed and she didn’t seem bothered.

She was excited, the possessive monster provoked by the mere fact you were untouched before her.

“Can I be your first, please?” This was the first time ever she uttered those words, and it was to ask for your virginity.

You had to say yes, it was Giselle! After all those long sleepless nights shamelessly moaning her name when you neared an orgasm, you could experience her true touch.

“Yes, yes, yes please.” Babbling out so desperately, your voice cracked amidst the pleading.

Giselle glanced around, she shifted herself closer, her body covering yours and pressed her finger against your lips. “Be quiet baby.”

Unprovoked, she kissed you again and slipped her hand underneath your shirt, the coldness of it made you shiver as her fingers trailed up to your breast and massaged teasingly slow.

Trailing down mouth-opened kisses against your jaw, she nipped on your neck and collarbones and sucked hard creating hickeys, branding you as hers. The soft moans eliciting from your parted lips caused some unrecognisable emotions stirring in her, she clasped her palm on your lips, effectively silencing you.

“Today, I’m going to pleasure you.” She breathed out shakily, her hands ripping through your leggings revealing your soaking underwear where she shoved it aside to see her prize.

Humming approvingly, she grinned at the sight and traced her fingers on your leaking cunt, rubbing circles on it with her thumb making you adorably squeak and jolt in surprise.

“Shh, it might hurt at first… but you endured worse, didn’t you y/n?” Whispers of bittersweet reassurance stuck by your side temporarily as her slender, cold finger slid inside you quite easily because of how wet you were.

A startled moan echoed through the storage room, she pressed her free hand harder to suppress the upcoming more.

“Quiet, quiet.. be quiet for me, wouldn’t you, baby?” The use of the rare nickname usually reserved for taunting you had another side to it, the side that let your thighs tremble.

Fascinated, admiration seeped through her tone with her gaze fixated deeply onto you—like how deep her finger was in you, letting the pace go slow (for now) to let you be comfortable with the sudden intrusion.

“Another finger, you can handle another one for me, okay?” Giselle snuck in one more, her dreamy eyes silently forcing you to keep an eye contact with her despite how dazed you were, how unbearable the burning sensation was.

You could barely do this.

“Just like that, baby.. take me, take my fingers.” She practically moaned in your ear, mimicking yours, wishing to use a strap instead on you. Not caring if you were an inexperienced loser.

“Mhf.. Giselle…” you attempted to coordinate words together, managing to say her name at the end.

It turned her on more if that was possible.

Jamming in and out a little more roughly; she savoured your muffled gasps and moans, the way your chest heaves in struggle, and the way it was because of her. Your uncontrollably tremulous hands sought solace, your nails clawing her back as your leg sprawled wide for easier access.

“Just like that baby, take me like this..” she breathes out, inching closer and closer to the pending orgasm she was so eager to witness.

When your back arched, your clenched pussy convulsing around her fingers, black dots scattering in your blurry vision from tears welling up, Giselle hastily removed her hand and swallowed your cries in a rough and sloppy kiss when white liquid trickled down her hands.

“Mhm, good girl. You’re my pretty good girl,” she patted you, breathless by the whole encounter when you’re not even recovering and cleaned her fingers up by sucking it, enjoying the new taste.

“Yes..” out of it, you simply complied. Like always.

Pleased, Giselle nodded, fixing your clothes and tugging your skirt down. “I’ll bring you a new pair from my locker, one second.” She stood up, dropping her blazer on you to cover what was hers and opened the door carefully before exiting quietly.

You don’t know what you got yourself into.

[wonysugar]

close the door | hanni pham

synopsis : you had no idea what you were doing, and neither did she.

genre : fluffy smut!

pairing : non-idol!hanni x gf!femreader

tags : they’re in love your honor, lots of kissing and making out, cuddling, l-bombs, top!femreader, bottom!hanni, they’re both virgins, fingering, clit play, nipple play, neck kissing, hanni’s dogs are mentioned twice lawl, lots of comfort, lots of consent! they’re literally just lovey dovey girlfriends having sex for the first time aheheh

warnings : none :]

word count : 2.5k

a/n : if you’re rereading this and thinking “hey the synopsis changed and there wasn’t an author’s note before!!” well you’d be right I POSTED THIS IN A RUSH I’M SO SORRYYFKEJF

anyways!! this is just to say that this fic is inspired by the lovely writer that is sorry for tagging you twice ahh @facefullofsadness’s fic right over here :] sooo GO READ THAT FIRST! it’s truly lovely and i really enjoyed reading it, hence why i wrote thisskfke. thank you for readingg<33

oh how you loved your girlfriend.

you would die for your girlfriend, actually, even if you only started dating barely a few months ago. who could blame you? that’s what happens when you’ve been best friends prior to your relationship for so, so, so long. it simply started with a ‘hi! my name’s hanni! what’s yours?’ from her part at the innocent age of seven and just like that, years later, you guys were still inseparable. 

so really, your life-long friendship and months-long relationship were both with the same gorgeous and outgoing girl, and the only thing distinguishing those two was the label you used to describe them.

“bro i genuinely don’t understand why he doesn’t just… run away. cause— get this, there’s obviously a murderer in his house right? and what does he decide to do about that? just stay in there. like, okay.. like i’m aware they needed plot but lord, i don’t know at least make it somewhat realistic you know what i mean—“ was what your girlfriend said, on her bed as she sat down in between your legs and leaned her back against you, her head facing forward and resting on your shoulder.

you simply nodded along to her words as you played with her hair, trying your hardest to stay focused on the piece of media before you whilst also paying your utmost attention to her, despite her constant ranting and criticizing of the entire movie. you, having originally liked the film, were now conflicted about your opinion on it. it’s not like she was wrong, her very heavy criticism had to have come from somewhere, after all, but you couldn’t help but slightly appreciate the storyline. so, you weren’t really sure what you felt about it anymore.

one thing you were certain of, however, 

was that your girlfriend looked really good while passionately rambling. like, way too good. she had tied her dark hair into a high ponytail, it also looked wavy due to the rain that was pouring on you guys earlier, her messy bangs fell perfectly onto her forehead. and her smile? it always looked perfect. she always looked perfect. 

and since you apparently weren’t hiding your admiration well enough, she very quickly noticed it.

she giggled teasingly. her voice sweet like honey, her australian accent more prominent than usual, she spoke up, “hello?” before full-on laughing, “were you even listening to me?”

you could only kiss her, that seemed like the only appropriate response in the heat of the moment. she, of course, kissed back just as lovingly before pulling away moments after, a curious and confused look on her face. 

“no seriously, what is up with you?” she kept teasing, smiling stupidly as she kept her gaze lingering on yours for the following seconds, her eyes unconsciously drifting to your lips. “you look stupid.”

“and you look really pretty.” was what you whispered back to her, earning a shy smile and an exaggerated eye roll from her. immediately, you made your lips come into contact with hers again. it felt as if the world would stop spinning if you didn’t, like a slowly growing urge to keep touching her suddenly came over you and you needed to fill it.

“so.. so pretty.” you mumbled, so quietly that it was almost to yourself, before going back in. you allowed yourself to make the kiss deeper and slid her tongue across her soft lips as you demanded entrance. you could hear her let out slight noises, she clearly was not expecting you to do anything of the sorts, at least not right now. she was a tad bit confused, but let you in, who in their right mind would pass up the opportunity to kiss their girlfriend? immediately, your hands wrapped around her waist whilst you continued kissing her lovingly, your tongue roaming every part of her mouth.

it didn’t take long before your hands started naturally reaching under her top, caressing on her tummy and progressively going higher with each sound she let out.

you pulled away, slightly worried of going too far, “c-can.. can i continue, hanni?”

you were scared, terrified, even! despite knowing each other for years, you’d only been dating for a few months; those are two completely different things! it’s not like you see your completely platonic best friend’s naked body every tuesday. even then, despite dating, you still haven’t gotten that stage of the relationship. and on top of that,

the two of you were a proper pair of virgins. you had no idea what you were doing, and neither did she. you didn’t want to seem like an inexperienced loser to her, you wanted to take care of her and make her feel good. what if that didn’t happen? what if you made it awkward between the two of you?? it was nerve-racking.

as if barging into your mind and reading your thoughts, wanting to reassure you, she grabbed your hand in a gentle manner before nodding. then, she spoke up, “can you close the door?”

“there’s.. nobody home, though?”

she giggled, “oh i know, it’s just that i don’t want the dogs to potentially walk in on this.”

you groaned dramatically, laughing and insisting that you were too lazy to get up and that her dogs wouldn’t understand the situation if they even walked in. she, in response, just tapped your knee with a cheeky smile, encouraging you to stand up.

“come on y/n, close the door. think about milly and mia; think about their innocence!” she exaggerated.

after playfully hitting her arm and laughing along with her, you got up, proceeded to close and lock the door like she asked you to and eventually walked back to her bed, sitting back on it and positioning yourself the way you originally were, her back to you again. 

“happy?” you asked in a fake arrogant tone.

she hummed, radiant, “yes, very happy.” before turning her head just right and kissing you again.

eventually back to the original rhythm of the kiss, you placed your hands back on her stomach again, slowly caressing and teasing higher and higher with time. once you reached her bra, you proceeded to impatiently unhook it, immediately taking it off of her.

her breathing got heavier with each second that passed, partially due to nervousness, probably. you’d be lying if you said that wasn’t the case for you too. the more your hands carefully roamed her body, the more self-conscious you got, you truly had no idea what you were doing. 

then, as if something in your mind clicked, you had an idea. what if you just did to her whatever you enjoyed doing to yourself in moments like these? that could work.. right? maybe??

you glided your hand upwards, your finger lightly grazing her nipple. in response to the sudden movement, a lewd sound accidentally escaped from her pretty lips, her breath hitching. that sound was a small moan.

a small one, barely audible, yet it was still enough for you to feel the activation of every single neuron residing in your brain.

then suddenly, it’s like the concept of making love to her wasn’t as nerve-racking as it originally was.

“s-sorry..” she apologized, seeming slightly embarrassed.

you kissed her cheek, reassuring her, “don’t apologize, i wanna hear you.”

despite it being an accident, she seemed to enjoy the sensation of your hand on her chest, so you went back to teasing her tits and gently groping them before you eventually asked, “is it okay if i go further..?”

nodding in a keen manner, she swallowed her saliva, then breathed out her response, “yes. yes keep— keep going. please.”

well shit! even if you wanted to stop, it’s not like you could, not with how good she sounded pleading for you.

not wasting any more time, you proceeded to separate one of your hands from her chest and quickly slid it downwards; to the band of her sweatpants. now, of course, your other hand was still in its original place, working its magic, but you wanted her to feel more. so much more.

you wanted to convey every surge of affection you violently felt for her into pleasure. and, if there was one thing you surely knew how to do, it was kissing her. 

so, you started kissing on her neck, which she didn’t expect whatsoever, and still heavily concentrated on the hand you had on her breast. then, you pulled on the sleeve of her tee just enough to expose her shoulder and moved your mouth towards it, nipping and gently licking it.

your hand now fully slipped into her pants, you teased her entrance through the fabric of her underwear as you kept kissing her naked shoulder. you listened to her attentively and took mental notes of her reactions; so far, her breathing got heavier, her thighs slightly clenched around your hand and she was now frequently biting her lip. 

plus, her panties were wet. 

did all of that mean you were doing good? …perhaps it did!

and did her drenched underwear make you short circuit? perhaps it did as well!

“d-d’you feel okay?” you asked, before going back to slowly kissing her shoulder. she threw you a quick glance, chest heaving up and down. 

“s-so okay.” she giggled.

her smile being contagious, you found yourself doing the exact same thing, content with the answer she gave you.

soon enough, you traced your finger up her clothed slit before eventually sliding it into the undergarment she wore, making her shudder. after what felt like an eternity, you could feel her slick coat your digits from one swipe of the finger. 

it was tantalizing.

growing impatient, you quickly yet carefully settled your middle and ring finger on her swollen clit, making slow circular motions on it, looking at her in the process. full on whimpering, this time, she stared back at you, no longer embarrassed. she wanted to let you know how good you were making her feel, hence why she was getting louder with each movement you made, and it filled you with enough confidence and adrenaline to gently push her head towards you, leaning in for a kiss.

thankfully, she kissed you back, deeply at that, her eyes closed and her quiet moans muffled.

you pulled away after a few moments, “tell me if it hurts, okay?” you reminded her. she simply nodded, brain all fuzzy from arousal.

she grabbed your other hand and intertwined her fingers with yours. “g-go slowly.” she whispered.

“i will.” you affirmed.

slowly and gently, you slid your fingers into her core, making sure not to go too fast or too rough. thankfully, the wetness was making it easier for you, and probably for her as well. every time that your girlfriend’s breath hitched, that her hand gripped harder on yours or, hell, every time that her eyes closed, you stopped in your tracks and double checked to see if you were hurting her, so it took a little while for your digits to fully penetrate her. 

fortunately, she assured you that you weren’t, in fact, hurting her. some moments just felt more comfortable than others, is all.

once they were fully in, you gave her time to get used to the feeling, still double checking on her state every now and then. after a few deep breaths, she nodded.

“i-i’m ready.”

you started to pump your fingers in and out of her, taking in all of her as your speed slowly increased as time went on. naturally, as more time passed, you felt the urge to make her feel good get even stronger.

that’s when you decided to increase the pace, your fingers curling on just the right spot inside her, pumping faster and faster as your thumb played with her clit.

“is this okay baby—” you asked.

“f-fuck— yes y/n that feels good—“ was what she moaned out, cutting you off. a feeling of bliss progressively and clearly overtaking her whole body.

when you tried to look at her despite only being able to see her side profile, you could’ve sworn you saw an angel. her cheeks were slightly tinted with a pinkish color and her eyebrows were upturned, her whole face contorted with pleasure, her skin glistening with sweat. her eyes hooded with lust, hanni looked down at herself and attentively watched as you played with her. your fingers swimming in her slick, navigating in her folds the way a skilled sailor would the vast ocean, it was hypnotizing, and she realized how this was probably the way you got yourself off on a regular day, and she couldn’t help but moan at both the thought and the sensation. 

you made her feel good, you made her feel happy, loved. you always did.

amidst the chaos that was her messy bed, the setting somehow looked better than every piece of artwork you’d ever seen combined. the bed creaked ever so slightly, and she looked and sounded so beautiful, especially with the way the sun set directly on her parted lips at that moment. 

you were certain that your heart skipped a beat at the sight.

“i love you so much, hanni.” you softly said, kissing the back of her ear whilst you kept fingering her. she couldn’t form proper words, so she simply tightened her grip on your hand more, as a way to say it back.

then, once you picked up a stable pace for a few minutes, her back arched against you, her breathing getting heavier, practically panting. her hand’s grip on yours getting tighter, you felt her hot breath hit your neck once she settled her head into the crook of it.

“y/n— baby i think i’m- i’m— mmh—“

that was the moment she reached climax, letting out a long and loud moan as she rode out her orgasm, bucking her hips against your hand before smashing her lips onto yours. quietly, she let a few i love yous slip out of her mouth between kisses, her hand resting on your head, fingers intertwined with your soft hair. 

you particularly made sure to say it back to her every time.

you pulled out your fingers and took your hand out of her pants. still coming down from her high, she smiled at you with tired eyes and kissed your cheek. you smiled back, looking at her lovingly.

“d-did i do okay?” 

she giggled, “..are you seriously asking me that? do you not see me right now?” 

you raised your eyebrows, playful, “for all i know you were faking it.”

“yeah, actually.. i was faking it, especially with how wet i was from the whole thing. aren’t i such a good actor y/n? it’s almost like i legitimately came really hard—”

“shut up.” you elbowed her, laughing. she gave you a cheeky smile before she got up from the bed, grabbed a pair of new underwear from her drawer and opened the bedroom door, heading straight towards the living room to pet her dogs after changing. 

“hey y/n?”

“hm?”

“…wanna bake brownies in a bit?” 

“uhm.. yes? what kind of question is that?? let me just go wash my hands first.” you replied, getting up and walking towards the bathroom before adding on, “unless you wanna eat very unsanitary cum-buttered brownies, of course—“

you heard her contagious laugh from across the hallway, making you smile to yourself, “you’re fucking disgusting— go wash your hands, you weirdo!”

oh how you loved your girlfriend.

[karamad]

mean!aeri x reader

cw: suggestive, mean aeri, degradation

have this draft i never finished😍

‼️MINORS AND MEN DNI‼️

who could have guessed that having a a fight with your ex would lead to you having the most mind-blowing sex ever? surely not you!

while aeri was over at your place to collect her things after your nasty break-up (that happened simply because she thought you spent too much time with your best friend, minjeong) you were walking around your room nervously. it's been 3 weeks since you've last talked to aeri before she dumped you over text. you could hear her aggressively pack her things in the living room.

maybe if you just stayed in the comforts of your room she'd be gone soon. but oh boy were you wrong. hearing aeris footsteps come closer to your room you prepared for the worst, you've accepted your fate, but to your surprise she didn't even look you in the eyes. she didn't even acknowledge you standing there and just started packing more things from your room.

you were speechless. first she dumps you over text after dating for 2 years without telling you why, and now she won't even look you in the eye? needless to say, you were pissed. at her and her attitude towards this whole situation SHE got you into.

"what the fuck is wrong with you?" was the first thing aeri heard leave your mouth after those long agonizing 2 weeks. she simply scoffed "watch your mouth."

"watch my mouth?? how about you explain why you dumped me over text like I'm just some side bitch of yours? what the fuck is that all about?!" you semi-yelled, getting into her personal space. you couldn't hold back anymore, cornering her into the wall. "i gave you every part of me, i gave you all my love and undying support and this is the thanks i get? after two years? and now you cant even face me?" you started tearing up.

aeri however maintained a pokerface. oh how you hated it. just as you were about to give up, not expecting her to say anything to your frustration, you turned around and started walking away. well that was the plan at least!

aeri was quick to grab your arm and switch positions with you, cornering you into the wall and staring into your eyes with an emotion you couldn't pinpoint. anger? frustration? lust ? "why do you have to run your mouth? didn't i teach you any manners you dumb slut?"

there it was. slut. oh you were gone.. your legs were about to give out before aeri pressed her body into yours, making you gasp in surprise. she simply chuckled "still a whore for my attention even after i left you hm?" you couldn't talk, you were dumbfounded. all you could muster was a tiny nod. yes, she broke up with you, but oh was she hot when pissed. so why not push her buttons even more?

you tried pushing her away, muttering a small "fuck off". it was quiet but she heard it. instead of letting you push her away, she pressed her body into yours even more, pulling her hand up to your neck squeezing it lightly. your breath hitched. you couldn't give her more reactions. you stared at her blankly.

"fine, have it your way." she turned around about to walk away. this wasn't your plan! quickly grabbing and turning her around to face you once again "no please im sorry aeri" you looked at her full of regret. she simply put her hand to your cheek, gently caressing it. "still just my stupid baby hm?" she cooed at you, before slapping you. hard.

your cheek burned. you looked at her in surprise and fear. she's never hit you before, but for some reason, you couldn't find it in you to care much. "please" you whisper. "please what baby?"

"please make me yours again."

she smirked, before pulling you into a kiss, pushing you further into the wall and coaxing a moan out of you and pushing her tongue inside your mouth. you held onto her shoulders, not even bothering to fight for dominance in the kiss. you searched for one of her hands and pulled it up to your neck. pulling away from the kiss shortly just to look into her eyes pleadingly. what better way to get her to go crazy on you?

[kkrymiii]

"Again Home"

SPIDER-GIRL! reader x Kim minjeong

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MDNI! Not proofread!

Cw: angst, curse, fwb ig

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As spider-girl it's bound for your life to be set in danger, but who cares? It's fun. Plus you enjoy this life. Now here you are swinging through the buildings at midnight in new York, your body aching and your suit severely damage. You can already hear Mr. Starks scolding, but you can hear the scoldings from your girlfr-... Uh? I mean friend more... Minjeong, it's complicated.

To be honest, you and minjeong have been dating for 2 years, and in 1 month it's your third year. But not really, since last month minjeong broke up with you. But here you are swinging around new york going to her apartment again, why? We don't know either, even though we broke up I still went to her apartment through her window, wounded. Seeking her care. And she didn't refuse me, never. You guys never talked about it, on why you two continued talking to each other and why she kept on letting you in her house...

Why did she break up with you? Simple. She just cared too much. You we're always in danger and wounded, you guys always fought whenever you went to her house wounded. She would always scold you about It and you weren't the best with those scoldings, you would get annoyed and say 'you just don't get it.'. It happend almost every week until minjeong couldn't handle it and broke up with you, you didn't want to. But it was also for the best cause you didn't want minjeong to be involved in your life being spider-girl anyways, you didn't want to hurt her. Never. But now it's complicated on how you're guys relationship? Friendship?... Is going, I'd call it friends with benefits considering the stolen kisses and touches whenever you guys are alone.

As you swing through the buildings in new York you soon reach minjeongs apartment balcony.

Minjeong then started to hear some movement, "Y/N..." She thought. It was always you who she immediately thought whenever she would hear sounds in her room, always. And as expected as she turned around from her seat, books and notebooks on her table she couldn't help but smile seeing the girl outside her window.

You opened the window catching your breath heavily, you didn't even knock. As usual. You hurriedly jump to the couch she had and laid, and there it was.

"Y/N?!" Minjeong eyes grew larger and her smile fading, realising the wounds. Again.

You began taking off the suit, letting her get a better look at the injuries.

"What happend?" Minjeong asked, getting the first aid kit and some cloth and alcohol that she always kept due to Y/N.

"Stupid Mutant sewer lizard thing?!..." You groaned, as I laid on her bed gently as I caught my breath. Grabbing her sheets gently as I felt the pain from the alcohol that she was rubbing with the cloth.

“Stupid Mutant sewer lizard thing? Seriously?” Minjeong couldn't help but roll her eyes hearing that comment.

She applied the alcohol a little more roughly than necessary, feeling a wave of mixed emotions wash over her. Concern and… well, frustration.

“Why do you keep doing this, Y/N?” she said, her voice tinged with a mixture of worry and annoyance. “Why do you always have to act like everything is some kind of reckless game?”

"it's not reckless, I'm saving this city, this universe, us." You said as you continued to grip onto the sheets a bit more. 'I hate alcohol, it hurts like hell.' You thought to yourself. But of course you had to remain looking calm Infront of minjeong.

“And what about you? Who’s gonna save you when you keep putting yourself in these situations?”

Minjeong couldn’t hide her annoyance and worry as she continued to clean the wounds.

“You’re always getting hurt and putting yourself in danger. It’s not just about saving the universe… it’s about your life, your well-being. You’re important too.”

"I can save myself" You say, that's quite UNDERWHELMING might I say for what she told you. Damn it you were always like this, weren't you?

Minjeong huffed and shook her head in disbelief. “No, you can’t. You may think you’re invincible, but you’re not. You’re human, and you have limits.”

She finished cleaning the wounds and started applying bandages to some of the cuts, her touch gentle despite her irritation.

“You’re too stubborn to admit it, but one of these days, you’re going to push yourself too far. And what then? What happens if you can’t save yourself?”

"Just don't get yourself involved minjeong. You don't get it" You say frustrated with her. Oh I smell an argument, and btw there's your iconic line of yours.

"I don't get it? Really?" Minjeong was taken aback by your words, a pang of hurt registering in her chest.

"I don't get it? I'm the one who patches you up every time you come back here looking like this. I'm the one worrying day and night because I know how dangerous everything is."

She finished wrapping the bandages, trying to keep her cool, but her voice was tinged with disbelief. "How can you say I don't get it?"

"...forget it" You sat up, groaning out loud since it was not a good idea due to your severe wounds. But, of course. You fought through it and stood up getting out the bed and picking up your spider suit on the ground.

"Forget it?"

Minjeong watched you stand up, her irritation growing at the sight of you ignoring her injuries.

"You're honestly unbelievable, you know that? You come here, all banged up, and then want to leave the moment I bring up anything even remotely serious."

She stepped closer to you, her eyes locked on the suit in her hand. "Where do you think you're going?"

"I'm going back out." You say with that same empty and stoic expression or annoying expression, If you were to ask minjeong.

"Are you serious? You can barely stand up on your own, and you want to go out there again?"

Minjeong couldn't believe what she was hearing. Frustration boiled within her at Y/N's stubbornness.

"You're not going anywhere. You’re staying right here.”

"and why should I listen? Weren't you just pissed at me a minute ago" You said raising your voice a bit but not as loud, you could never raise your voice at minjeong. Never.

Minjeong couldn't believe the audacity. "Yes, I was pissed because I don't want to see you get hurt. Is it so hard for you to understand that I care about you?"

She shook her head, trying to compose herself, but her emotions were too raw. "You act like you're invincible, like you can handle anything the world throws at you. But you're wrong. You need rest and healing, not to go out there and get yourself killed."

You proceeded to not respond to her, pissed. You put on your suit ignoring the pain and enduring it. You guys we're always like this, you're not even surprised.

Minjeong watched in disbelief as Y/N struggled to put on the suit, each movement causing her pain. She couldn’t stand it anymore.

"Stop it. Just stop."

She stepped forward and firmly grabbed ahold of you, trying to keep you from moving. "You have to listen to me. You have to stop doing this. Look at yourself. You’re hurt, again. And you want to go out there and risk more just because your pride can't handle staying here and resting?"

"I'm fine, I'm not that weak that you always think I am. I'm capable of moving even with these injuries" You were kind of right, but of course minjeong still was the more righteous. Maybe, yes you were too prideful to admit you needed to rest and chill, but no. You wanted to be the best, seen as someone who you can always rely on. Never letting your guard down, that was the image you were aiming. Minjeong hated that, she wanted you to be safe.

"I never said you were weak," Minjeong retorted, her grip on you tightening slightly.

"You’re the most strong-willed and brave person I’ve ever met, but you can’t keep acting like you're indestructible. You’re only human, and you have limits. Ignoring your injuries and pushing through them won’t make you invincible. It’ll only make things worse."

She took a deep breath, her voice filled with a mix of anger and concern. "Can’t you just listen to me once?”l

"I don't need to listen to you." You pushed her hand off you, grabbing your mask and putting it on.

Minjeong's eyes widened in disbelief as Y/N disregarded her. She couldn't believe how stubborn you were being.

"Seriously?"

Minjeong's voice was filled with frustration and concern. "You're just going to ignore everything I said? Ignore the fact that you look like you went through a battle? Do you really care so little about your own well-being that you're willing to risk your life just for the sake of some misguided sense of responsibility?"

"You're acting like a damn child, you know that?" Minjeong clenched her fists, her anger getting the better of her.

"You’re not the only one who cares about protecting this city! You’re not the only one who feels responsible for keeping it safe! But you don’t see me out there getting beat up every other day. Because I have some sense self-preservation."

"we're different, minjeong. I'm spider-girl, and you're just an ordinary person." You said harshly, was it harsh? Or was the truth just harsh?

"Ordinary?" Minjeong repeated the word, feeling a pang of irritation. How could you think that way?

"Just because I can't swing from buildings and shoot webs doesn't mean I'm weak or 'ordinary.' I may not be a superhero, but I have strengths and abilities of my own. And I don't need powers to worry about you and care about your safety."

She stepped closer to you, her voice tinged with both anger and vulnerability.

"You act like you don't need anyone's help, like you have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders. But you don't have to do everything alone, you know? You can rely on me. I can take care of you, just like I'm doing right now."

"I don't need you right now, I don't need to rely on you. I can do it by myself." You said as you turned away from her, looking out at the window. The night flow hitting your body perfectly.

"That’s bullshit, and you know it!" Minjeong's voice raised, her frustration reaching its peak.

"You say you don’t need me, that you can do it all by yourself, but look at you. You’re injured, hurting, and in no shape to go out there and get yourself hurt even more. But you’re too damn stubborn to even admit it, aren't you?"

You ignored her, you walked closer to the window.

"No, you don't get to walk away from me."

Minjeong's voice was firm as she grabbed your arm, preventing you from leaving through the window. She was not going to let you go out there in that condition.

"You're not going anywhere until we talk this through."

"You can’t just keep running away from your problems and pretending like you’re not hurt and in pain. You need to rest, to heal. And I’m not going to let you go out there and risk your life when you’re like this."

She held onto your arm tightly, her grip unyielding. She wasn’t about to let you go, not until she saw some sense.

"minjeong I said stop it!" You raised your voice at her smacking her arm off yourself, that was the first time you ever raised your voice at her, even laying a hand on her like that. You could never, right?...

A moment of shock filled Minjeong as Y/N yelled at her, the sting of your words adding to the physical pain. They'd had disagreements before, but you had never raised her voice like that or even made a physical move against her.

"What..."

Minjeong's voice faltered, her heart feeling as though it had just been punched. She stepped back, her eyes fixed on Y/N with a mix of hurt and disbelief.

You continued to look away, as you stare outside the window. The stars are appearing, it's night time. You have to hurry up.

"Don't act like you care so much about me now, you were the one who wanted to end things with me. You, you... You left me, so don't act like you love me, Kim minjeong."

Minjeong’s heart clenched at her words, pain and hurt mingling within her. She’d been the one who ended things, she knew that. But it didn’t mean she didn’t care about you… or that she didn’t love you.

"Don’t say that," she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of sadness and desperation. "It’s not fair. Not now."

She took a step closer, her eyes locked on Y/N's back, she ran up. Hugged you. Her arms going to your neck, gripping your shoulders, touching your head even though you wore your mask.

"what's not fair minjeong? Tell me. Is it not fair that you ended our relationship just because you hated the fact that I'm spider-girl and I can't always give you what you want or is it not fair that I'm focusing on myself and on the people I care and my city now because I'm spider-girl." You said as you continued not to look at her, you let her hug you. But your body being stiff was a sign for your madness right now.

"I didn't hate the fact that you're spider-girl. I just... I hated seeing you put yourself in constant danger. I wanted you to be safe. I didn't want you to get hurt."

Minjeong's voice broke as she spoke, the words escaping in a rush of emotion.

"And what do you mean by ‘what I want’? I never asked for anything from you. I only ever wanted you to be safe and happy." She said weakly, her hands slowly caressing your head. As she slowly started to try to take off your mask.

"Stop." You said firmly.

"Show yourself to me, Y/N... Take off that mask, not now. Not you, my-... My girlfriend, please..." Minjeong said, what? You didn't understand. Why was she saying this? Why was she doing this. It irritated you more. It added more to your existential crisis.

For the last time, you gently. Pushed her off you, fixing your mask "Is it like this now, hm? It's me? And never spider-girl. If you can't love spider-girl, why love me."

You were going mad, it was obvious. You already had a lot of problems and now this kept on adding, you guys were turn off turn on.

"I'm tired minjeong. I don't want you beside me and always begging me to be more cautious, you think me? The one who saves the city is bound to be always safe? I have a universe to save. Its not that easy. If you were in my shoes you'd be pissed at the words that you're telling too." You say mad, you just needed to get it out. Now.

"Pissed? Sure, maybe. But I also wouldn't be so goddamn reckless all the time! I’d actually take my safety into consideration instead of acting like one person against a whole city."

Minjeong was beginning to sound frustrated again, her words filled with a mix of irritation and concern.

"You act like you have to shoulder everything alone, like everyone is counting on you and only you to save them. But you don't. You need help, damn it, whether you want it or not."

"you're unbelievable." Was all you could say as you sighed at her, you gave her a last look as you went out her window. Swinging into the city again. With unspoken words left right behind you, again. Why?

Minjeong stood there, watching you swing into the city, your silhouette slowly dissapearing. Her mind reeling from the conversation they'd had. She wanted to run after you, to stop you, but she knew it was too late.

Her emotions were a tangled mess of worry, anger, and love. But most of all, she felt the pain of knowing there were now more words left unsaid between them.

"Damn it." Minjeong muttered to herself, feeling the weight of her emotions crash into her like a wave. She sank down onto her bed, burying her face in her hands.

She hated fighting with Y/N. It always left her feeling vulnerable and exposed, like her heart had just gone through a tornado of pain.

"Why does she have to be so damn stubborn?"

Minjeong's thoughts echoed in her mind, replaying their argument over again.

Despite everything, she still cared. She still loved you. And that was the hardest part of it all.

After a few moments, the tears started to fall. She let herself cry, the soft sobs filling the quiet room. Her heart ached for Y/N, for the pain they were both feeling. But at the same time, her mind was filled with frustration and anger at Y/N, at herself, at the situation they had found themselves in.

She stayed there, tears streaming down her face, lost in the tangle of her emotions.

Again.

Again..

Again...

Why were you guys like this?

Why were you guys always headed to different paths?

Why couldn't you guys be each other's paths?

Was what kurayami thought as she swang in the quiet dead streets of new York as it was midnight.

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[bunnywonyo]

that pinocchio yujin fic gave me an idea, what if i start a series of gg member fics inspired by old animated disney movies? should i do it? if u guys wanna requests an idol and a disney movie to go with, feel free to send it to me :3

[lvcky-g1rl-syndr0me]

⋆୨ ♡ ୧⋆midnight fiction ⋆୨ ♡ ୧⋆

SYNOPSIS ⋆ a girlgroup, CLOUD9, has freshly debuted at belift labs. in an attempt to promote the group more, cha y/n is set to mc on musicbank with ni-ki of enhypen, her long time celebrity crush. in true netizen fashion, dating rumors are caught onto like wildfire. however instead of denying them, belift uses this to the groups advantage. ni-ki finds himself catching feelings for her and what happens when this fake relationship, doesn’t seem so fake anymore?

PAIRING + cast ⋆ nishimura riki x fem!reader, enhypen, yunjin & eunchae (lsfm), hanni & minji (nwjns), jaehyun & taesan (bonedo), jongseob (piwon), yujin (zb1)

FACECLAIMS ⋆ illit (CLOUD9), in group/promo yunah (yunjin), minju (minji), moka (hanni), wonhee (reader) iroha (eunchae)

TAGS ⋆ smau (+ written), fake dating (kind of), fluff, romance, crack, strangers to friends to lovers

WARNINGS ⋆ PROBABLY SLOW UPDATES very slight age gap (reader is 6 months younger than riki), kys/die/d3ath jokes, cursing, yunjin is gay lmao, lowercase intended, more tba

STATUS ⋆ ongoing! (started april 5, 2024)

TAGLIST ⋆ closed!

LUCKYS NOTE! ⋆ this is the first fic ive ever written so please have a little bit of grace if it’s not the best! my friend encouraged me to write this tbh and im actually really excited to see where this goes! and feel free to like, comment, and reblog<3

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୨profiles୧ CLOUD9 pt 1 • CLOUD9 pt 2 • ENHYPEN • big time yappers

୨1୧ best 2 minutes of my life

୨2୧ #keepingitreal✌️

୨3୧ 🤢other men🤮

୨4୧ playful banter

୨5୧ womp womp👎

୨6୧ sick of your ass

୨7୧ bitchless era ending soon (+written 562 words)

୨8୧ none of your fucking BEES WAX

୨9୧ l-l-love🤢 (+written 1.18k words)

୨10୧ D1 hater

more tba…

୨other୧

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GG SMAU REC !

YU JIMIN / KARINA

꒰ LOWKEY ꒱　@ninguitar

❛ in which a concert you were tantalized by your friends into attending led to a one-night hook-up with band member, yu "karina" jimin, who was coincidentally a classmate, too. though incredulous and foolish, in karina's eyes, you were way too good to have you slipping through her fingers, but even so, she couldn't just act on it, leaving the two of you in an awkward predicament, and keeping the feelings amidst lowkey. ❜

yu "karina" jimin.　&&　fem. reader

wlw, crack, fluff, angst, school au, youtuber au, band au, & more.

DAYLIGHT @jenscx

park y/n is known for many things. she’s known as a pretty streamer, a popular entertainer and a hothead when it comes to video games. it’s unfortunate that her rash personality erupts when she meets yu jimin in an overwatch match.

influencer!jimin x streamer!reader

⋆･୭ ˚ HARD TO GET @bluebvrry

everyone could easily fall for Yu Jimins charms. Expect one person. Now Jimin finds herself smitten by the girl. It was like she had her wrapped around her fingers.

play girl!karina x f!reader

"IT'S ME BEFORE HER" @uchinagai

kim y/n, #1 soloist currently, known for other than just acting like out of this world and singning like an angel, is also known in the industry as 'flirt' among female idols. A certain world wide idol, got her attention on her, but little did she know, there was another one, more desperate and in love with her before the global it girl.

yoo jimin x fem!reader

don’t tell my boyfriend! @laurentpark

where jimin stalks her boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend after a certain incident happened and couldn’t help but grow hatred over her. coincidentally, her and jimin happen to be global ambassadors of the same famous luxury brand and have to work together for a commercial. at first, jimin despised the girl with all her flesh and bones but soon understands why her boyfriend fell for the young actress in the first place… because she was starting to fall for the young actress as well.

yoo jimin x female reader

smau. drama. rom-com. angst

fool for you @pupuyvs

Aaliyah Hernandez is a popular MY account known for her looks, so when she gets a chance to attend a fansign, fellow fans can’t help but notice that some members of Aespa seem to be a bit more interested than they should be. Taking it as nothing but a stan twitter joke, how will Aaliyah react when she finds herself being contacted by one of the members?

Karina x fem!oc

smau + written, idol!karina, non!idol fem!oc, fluff, slight angst, humor

PAUSE @leeseulss

ou were sm’s new trainee and accidentally hitting the karina of aespa wasn’t exactly on your bucket list. unfortunately, karina holds grudges.

trainee!femoc x karina

strangers to acquaintances to lovers

send nudes? @wintersgff

when yn sees karina's post on instagram, she takes the opportunity to send her a flirty message.

idol! karina x idol! le sserafims member! reader

fluff, suggestive, curses, a little angst

BUSINESS MATTER @aettuddae

two of the most important kpop companies covet a partnership with a huge global brand, only to be surprised when the deal is extended to both labels. fearing potential sabotage and cynical strategies to secure exclusivity for just one of them, both CEOs resort to desperate measures. in a bid to maintain trust and prevent betrayal before the signing, they come up with a pact: forcing a fake relationship between the leaders of their star girlgroups. if one side attempted to fail the other, they threaten to expose it all to the conservative south korea.

karina/yu jimin x fem!reader/oc

social media au, idol au, enemies to lovers, fake relationship, comedy, fluff, angst, slow burn.

a business proposal @yooflm

after begging on ends for what seemed like weeks, you finally accept your best friends request to take her place for her upcoming blind date. the pro? you get a date with a hot CEO. the con? the CEO seems to be none other than your boss at your recently hired job!

yoo jimin x fem!reader

fluff, crack, slowburn (eh..), social media au, romance, strangers to lovers, fake dating, e2l???, non-idol au, college au

– I CAN'T BE YOUR LOVE @mingyushadow

what happens when the boyfriend of your muse invites you to be part of his band?

smau + written, band au, angst, romance, crack.

Rivalries and reconciliations @sapphic-kpop-fics

Y/n and Karina grew up as neighbors, becoming the closest friends until one night in high school when they get too close for comfort and stop speaking for years. Going to the same college was easy until the university introduced a new dance team that both want to join and become captain of.

Childhood friends to enemies to lovers

sugarcoat @izfims

as a way to fix her image, jimin's team decides to host an event where one lucky fan gets to go on a date with the idol to show the world that she's a good person. since y/n's younger sister happens to be one of her biggest fans but unfortunately falls under the age limit, she decides to sign her older sibling up instead. there's no way she actually gets chosen.. right?

idol!yu jimin x fem!reader

I HATE LOVE YOU @jennifestival

Karina has hated y/n ever since she “stole" her place on the team. Karina swore to hate her all her life, since she took away her passion, but as the time passes by, and they have to see each other every day due to university, and some mutual friends, karina realizes she doesn’t hate y/n that much;

Or

When karina realizes she’s falling for the person she despises the most, her enemy;

Yu jimin x Fem!reader

SHE’S MY COLLAR @dollieseo

as the most popular member of the band ‘lucky 8’ and a known playgirl, jeong y/n has many admirers, which she takes pride in. what she didn’t expect is for one of those admirers to be famous model/influencer yu jimin.

smau + some written chapters.

— ･ *･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ SATAN'S SPAWN @patheticallyinfatuatedwithu

yu jimin had everything in the palm of her hands. highest grades in the year, promoted as the captain of the dance team, top of the social hierarchy, and close to having the school's hearrthrob— song kang as her boyfriend. everything was sunshine and rainbows, until song kang's supposed sister, kim y/n turned song y/n— a certified hottie pain in the ass steps into frame, no longer the pathetic, crybaby loser jimin knew her as. and the line between hate and love slowly began to blur.

yu jimin x fem! reader

smau, crack, fluff, enemies to lovers

HIGH GARDEN ACADEMY @aettuddae

a new school year begins at the high garden academy boarding school, bringing with it new students, and among them, the new center of attention for the drama-thirsty student body: the hong sisters. eunchae and her mysterious and unsympathetic older sister, daein, who oddly seem uninterested in the secrets, legends, and gossip of their new school. winter, the institution's top student, and karina, the popular girl and promising pianist, never imagined they would end up so closely involved with hong daein.

karina/yu jimin, winter/kim minjeong x fem!reader/oc

social media au, boarding school au, love triangle, high class au, comedy, fluff, angst, slow burn, non-idol.

JOIN MY GAME @zlut4rina

a famous Minecraft streamer (Y/N) meets a girl on a public server. How will this new found relationship affect y/n and her reputation ... ?

baristas ୨୧ @jongocat

୨୧ you’re hopelessly in love with online friend karina. unfortunately for you, she’s got a crush on some barista.

the idea of yoo @spadesolace

in a small town called kwangya, there's not much going on aside from familiar faces, small annual events, and little to none attractions. what happens when naoi y/n was given an offer she can't refuse? the catch is the job to ghostwrite letters for choi yeonjun's crush, yoo jimin?

highschool au! karina x fem!reader smau

strangers to lovers, fluff, a bit of angst, a short smau

AFTERGLOW @hrtyunjin

after 4 years of no contact with previous ex bestfriend, karina, karina and yn re-connect with each other again. will they remain as best friends or develop into something even more serious that they were longing for since the beginning?

“why’d i have to break what i love so much?”

wlw, fluff, slow burn, smau, best friends to strangers to best friends to lovers, crack.

bound by the rules @eventuallyaugust

txt's oldest member, oh hyunseol just want a peaceful life after pandemic with her members, but it seems like fate wants to shake things up.

lesserafim huh yunjin x txt's sixth member! gp! oc x aespa yoo jimin

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Uchinaga Aeri / Giselle

POINT OF VIEW @amourjins

and by bumping into someone that just so happens to be the queen bee of the school, you apparently made a new enemy.. on your first day of being at a new school.

meangirl!aeri x newstudent!reader

texts w/ gf!aeri @amourjins

“ met thru internet “ @uchinagai

two oomfs and huge Red Velvet fans, seolhee and Giselle, decided to join Selca Day, which caused Seolhee to fall in love with the girl; little did she know, it would go completely wrong

non idol!giselle x fem!oc (seolhee)

Crazy Combo @theofficialnarrator

Aeri “Giselle” Uchinaga, SASA’s queen bee, gets dethroned by her ex-bestfriend, Jang Wonyoung. Out for blood, Giselle decides to run for Prom queen against Wonyoung and Yujin. With who? None other than the campus golden girl, Y/N L/N. Can the crazy combo win the hearts of SASA's student body, or will the two crash and burn before Prom?

non!idol Aeri Uchinaga x non!idol fem!reader

SMAU + Written, fake relationship, enemies to lovers, opposites attract, fluff, slight angst, HEAVY drama, non!idol au

A CHANGE OF HEART @geeminz

mihye has been secretly dating giselle, her best friend’s older sister, for four months. what happens when their relationship turns toxic, and their secrets become public?

toxic!giselle x f!reader oc (mihye)

it’s so over for me @wonysugar

aeri ‘hottest girl on campus’ uchinaga, aeri ‘it girl’ uchinaga, aeri this, aeri that. y/n was sick and tired of hearing and seeing that girl everywhere. what was so good about her? she was a mean bitch, average looking and just a little rich, why were people freaking out over her so bad? aeri knew that y/n didn’t give two shits about her, and she didn’t like that. at all.

nonidol!giselle x nonidol!femreader

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Kim Minjeong / Winter

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 @perfectsunlight

𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐩𝐚 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞. 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧. 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫.

𝗰𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁!𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗷𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘅 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

girls like girls (like boys do) @forwntrx

you are the fifthmember of aespa. one of the aces. loved by the public, the media, and even other idols. you were confident and assured in everything, except...yoursexuality. you were so sure you were straight, just like a pin, until you met yunjin.

huh yunjin. a member of le sserafim. when she slips her number in your cookie at music bank, your whole life is thrown off balance. from that point on, she relentlessly tries to steal your heart, not knowing that winter was the one who set her eyes on it first. kim minjeong has loved you ever since she met you, but she was so sure that you could never see her that way. she lets go of her feelings and chooses to be your best friend instead. that is, until yunjin tries to make you hers. the three of you become locked in a triangle noone can escape. not without getting hurt that is.

- " i wanted her first. "

- " didn’t you ever hear second is the best, first is the worst? "

- " that’s not how that goes. "

(reader x winter / reader x yunjin)

LOVE RADAR @hearts4jiheon

basically your celebrity crush hates you, that’s all!

soloist!reader x idol!winter (wlw)

🗑️ dumpster dive @kissies4jiwon

after getting drunk and attending your boyfriend's party you find him hitting on one of your friends. after crying for a bit, you decide to sleep next to his trash can in the back of his house. little did you know now there are rumors of you being homeless and broke, and some people think you were thrown by your boyfriend in the dumpster. one of these people is winter, and she is determined to treat you better than that scum.

highschool setting, strangers to lovers.

personal fav plot !

THE CHEESE TOUCH @baekwrld

desperately seeking employment, broke college dropout y/n l/n accepts a job at a chuck e. cheese run almost entirely by similarly incompetent friends of friends. upon learning that her coworker is part of a popular local band, y/n attends one of their shows in support of her new friend—only to find herself tangled in a dating rumor with their guitarist, kim minjeong.

kim minjeong x fem!reader

under the moonlight @wintersera

on a cold winter night you were strolling down the street getting some snacks when you spot a shivering puppy curled up outside. as an empath you felt horrible for the poor pup- now… bringing it back home wasn’t exactly the best idea.

wolf hybrid!winter x fem!reader

BUSINESS PROPOSAL (side b) @isaaabbellle

Oh why did you have to meet the woman of your destiny like this? Getting caught being the real Kim.

secretary!minjeong X f!reader

HIGH GARDEN ACADEMY @aettuddae

a new school year begins at the high garden academy boarding school, bringing with it new students, and among them, the new center of attention for the drama-thirsty student body: the hong sisters. eunchae and her mysterious and unsympathetic older sister, daein, who oddly seem uninterested in the secrets, legends, and gossip of their new school. winter, the institution's top student, and karina, the popular girl and promising pianist, never imagined they would end up so closely involved with hong daein.

karina/yu jimin, winter/kim minjeong x fem!reader/oc

social media au, boarding school au, love triangle, high class au, comedy, fluff, angst, slow burn, non-idol.

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Ning Yizhuo / Ningning

when worlds collide @oceanbug

Y/N had never been the type to take life for granted. You grew up with the mindset that if you wanted something, you had to work for it; So getting paired up with the university’s “Rich Bitch” Ning Yi Zhuo for your midterm was the last thing you wanted. Are you willing to step into the world of fame for an A+?

non!idol x reader; fluff; college au; enemies to lovers; wlw; smau

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Kim Chaewon

LOVEBIRDS @celestialsequels

y/n falls in love with chaewon at first sight after seeing her during her orientation day at university but what happens when y/n tries to find ways to approach chaewon…? does she end up with chaewon…? read to see how y/n and her friends figure out ways to approach chaewon.

chaewon x f!reader

GOAL ! @pupuyvs

Yoo Jihye and her friends are the biggest losers in school. Though proud of the title, it seems to bite her when someone decides to sign her up for the school’s soccer team as a prank. Now forced to play the full season, how will Jihye survive, especially when the team’s captain is dating her crush, head cheerleader Kim Chaewon.

cheerleader!chaewon x loser!femoc

The only exception @tuna-gimbap

Chaewon wasn't really fond of love to begin with, as she grew up in the shadow of broken love, and she swears to never fall in love only to find one person who changes everything.

Chaewon x reader smau

CAUGHT @kkrymiii

Hwang ray apart of the schools infamous trouble makers who's in the media club, One day captures a photo for the media club to post for the science fair but a specific person in the photo catches her attention. As she tries to figure out who this pretty girl is it clicks to her. It was the stuco president... Now what will this lover girl do?

Kim chaewon x Hwang ray (reader)

Unexpected @saturnayeon

Chaewon accidentally messages the wrong account, trying to message Kazuha about Eunchae’s account. What she thought would never be brought up again, ends up growing into a great friendship. Will it be more?

Chaewon x fem!reader

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Huh Yujin / Jennifer

For My Eyes Only » @seullovesme

you weren't necessarily famous or anything to begin with. it was only until after the post revealing your amazing visuals that your socials seemed to grow. it certainly attracted people, maybe even a certain someone and their fanclub.

famous!huh yunjin x famous!reader, smau

girls like girls (like boys do) @forwntrx

you are the fifthmember of aespa. one of the aces. loved by the public, the media, and even other idols. you were confident and assured in everything, except...yoursexuality. you were so sure you were straight, just like a pin, until you met yunjin.

huh yunjin. a member of le sserafim. when she slips her number in your cookie at music bank, your whole life is thrown off balance. from that point on, she relentlessly tries to steal your heart, not knowing that winter was the one who set her eyes on it first. kim minjeong has loved you ever since she met you, but she was so sure that you could never see her that way. she lets go of her feelings and chooses to be your best friend instead. that is, until yunjin tries to make you hers. the three of you become locked in a triangle noone can escape. not without getting hurt that is.

- " i wanted her first. "

- " didn’t you ever hear second is the best, first is the worst? "

- " that’s not how that goes. "

(reader x winter / reader x yunjin)

Et puis je t'ai rencontrée... @yunjinpwr

( and then i met you...)

Few days after being back from France, you meet up with your friends at university. Somehow, an important paper fall from your bag… what will happen when Yunjin find it and message you ?

university smau, non!idol x f!reader, wlw, fluff, strangers to lovers, crack

student!yunjin x student!femreader

bound by the rules @eventuallyaugust

txt's oldest member, oh hyunseol just want a peaceful life after pandemic with her members, but it seems like fate wants to shake things up.

lesserafim huh yunjin x txt's sixth member! gp! oc x aespa yoo jimin

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Kang Seulgi

by luck » @seullovesme

You've loved Red Velvet long before you became the current host of your radio show. When its announced that they'll be starred in your next show to promote their new album, you are aghast; Especially when the Kang Seulgi shows interest in you, but without each other's information, you part ways. that's where it ends.. unless?

idol!seulgi x fan!reader

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[kkoga]

Pretty eyes, jeung yoonchae x IVE!fem!reader

A/N : this is my own little valentine special, so sorry it's a bit late. Had to work my ass off for the collab, and js so yk i also have a dani angst fic in the works so def watch out for that one

Warning ! Mentions of homophobia, foul words, definitely NOT proofread

Disclaimer ! Everything written is pure fiction. No person is an accurate representation of themselves.

Now playing ! Pretty eyes by zehdi

Wc — i don't know ok. I pulled this out my ass. Its not even valentines anymore. It was supposed to be a val special. Watch me jump off the cliff.

Divider creds : @steviebbboi

Yoonchae hesitantly holds hands with Y/n. Even though they were holding hands below the table, it was still incredibly risky. Considering the fact that both girls were idols, and from different groups no less, would completely destroy their career.

Yoonchae hated this. The korean hated the hiding, the concealing. She wants to show off her girlfriend to the world, to shout and tell them the one and only person she loved was none other than Y/n L/n.

But the Korean knew she had no choice. Gay people were gravely frowned upon in Korea. The girl doesn't even know whether or not her own parents would support her.

Y/n was even more popular than Yoonchae. The girl was a member of the famous girlgroup IVE, a group every junior admired.

The two had initially met at an award show. Y/n, ever so confident, approached the Korean first. Yoonchae was incredibly shy at first, thinking, "There is no way Y/n of IVE is talking to me right now."

But after a couple weeks, the two girls had grown close. Too close, for Yoonchae's liking. After a few months, Yoonchae noticed her heartbeat was too fast around the girl, her words almost always getting jumbled up whenever within the vicinity of her bestfriend. It was pathetic, really. Y/n never let's her live it down.

Yoonchae had a feeling she knew why she felt that way, but growing up in a traditional house, the girl tried convincing herself it wasn't true. She had nothing against gay people of course, but the internalised homophobia the Korean had to grow up with was starting to hit her hard.

Yoonchae ran to an old friend for help, who had calmly asked her two questions.

"Alright, let me ask you two questions. Would the world end if you came out as gay?" Yoonchae was weirded out by the question.

"What? That doesn't even make sense.." Her friend sighed.

"I didn't mean it literally, Yoons. I meant would it feel like your world was ending?" Yoonchae almost immediately answered.

"But my— my parents wouldn't... and the public, good god, my fans. I can't be—" Her friend then interrupted her.

"Now imagine Y/n with someone else. Someone who most definitely isn't you. Would you be able to bear that? Does that seem like it's worse than your world 'ending'?" Yoonchae paused, her expression filled with every negative emotion possible. Anger, sadness, and confusion were all neatly displayed on her face.

".... yes." Her friend smiled, content with Yoonchae's answer.

"There's your answer."

After the conversation, Yoonchae had taken a day off. To think about herself, and her feelings. It was definitely a big thing to process, the fact that she had apparently never liked men. The Korean had always questioned where the "spark" her friends always mentioned was. But now that she had thought about it, the girl now knew why.

It took a while, but eventually, Yoonchae had finally accepted herself for who she was. However, the Korean still come out to her members. She wasn't ready yet.

But now, after successfully confessing to Y/n and having been together for the past two years, the Korean finally considered herself ready.

And today, she was going to ask Y/n if she would like to meet her members. Not as a friend, but as her partner, as the love of her life.

As Yoonchae got in Y/n's newly acquired car, one she got right after earning her license, the Korean took it as a good time to ask.

"Y/n? Can i ask you something?" The girl was nervous. What if she said no?

"Yes Yoons? What's up?"

"I.. i want to introduce you. To my members, I mean." Y/n was shocked, but excited. Extremely excited.

"Really?"

"Really. I'm ready, Y/n. I want them to know I have a beautiful wonderful girlfriend who takes care of me every single day." Y/n, so enamoured by Yoonchae's braveness, leans over for an excited and cheeky kiss.

"Love you soo much Yoon!"

Yoonchae warmly smiles, "Love you too hun."

It was finally the day. Today, Y/n was going to introduce herself to Yoonchae's members as her girlfriend. Well, not immediately, but eventually.

Yoonchae had carefully planned out the afternoon. First, she would get her members to warm up to Y/n. Then during dinner, finally tell them something— or rather someone she's been keeping a secret for far too long.

Y/n nervously rings the doorbell, adjusting her collar just before Manon, one of Yoonchae's bandmates, answer the door.

"Hey girl so nice to meet you, Yoonchae's friend right?" Y/n nods, and returns Manon's smile.

"Come in girl, she's like in her room right now." Y/n hesitantly walks into the house and is met with Megan and Daniela on the couch, Sophia and Lara apparently in the kitchen, and Yoonchae exiting her room.

"Y/n! Hi! Sorry, I had to grab my switch. Let's play now." Yoonchae shot Y/n a cheeky smile, one she undoubtedly fell for.

"Oh you are going DOWN! Also hi, nice to meet you guys." Megan and Daniela sweetly greet the girl, finding the difference of her demeanour with them and Yoonchae silly.

It has been four hours since you and Yoonchae have started playing on her switch, the game projected on the TV. An hour in, Megan and Lara had joined you and Yoonchae's games of Mario Cart.

Yoonchae couldn't help the warm smile slowly creep up her face. It was nice. Seeing you interact with her members was just so— natural.

Sophia and Lara were peacefully sat on the couch, Manon taking pictures in the corner of the livingroom. It was as if Y/n was already a part of them, a part of their little family. And Yoonchae loved it.

By now, it was already dark outside. Dinnertime was approaching, and Yoonchae had to prepare herself. They liked her so far, nothing bad is gonna happen.

As they all ate on the dinner table, Manon started a conversation.

"I still can't believe you're friends with Y/n from IVE Yoonchae, How did you guys even meet?" The couple looked at each other, a cheeky smile on both their faces.

"Oh, we met because of a common friend. That's all." Manon nodded in response, and Lara looked at Yoonchae and Y/n a little suspiciously.

As they all finished off their food, Yoonchae had very suddenly asked them all to sit on the couch, which confused her members. But they obeyed nonetheless, curious as to what their maknae had to say.

They all lined up on the couch in order, Manon, Daniela, Lara, Megan, and Sophia. While Yoonchae and Y/n stood in front of the five.

"I just wanted to say..." Yoonchae said as she held your hand, doing so in a romantic manner. Lara's eyes shot up, as if saying "I FUCKING KNEW IT!"

"I'm dating Y/n. I like girls. The whole point of today was to get you all to warm up to her." Yoonchae wasn't sure how her members would react, but she was pretty sure at least Megan and Manon were gay, so it wouldn't be that bad.

Barrages of questions were shot from Daniela and Manon's mouth, and Lara asking for her 10 dollars from Megan could be heard too. But all Sophia did was send the couple a warm smile. The leader kindly asked them all to shut the fuck up, and after the rest did as she said, she calmly and proudly told the couple.

"I'm proud. Thank you both for trusting us, and congrats on your relationship. You don't have to give us all the information about your relationship now— you can do that as the night progresses. Let's just enjoy the night, yeah? You should sleep over Y/n." Yoonchae teared up, and Y/n did too, thankful the Katz were accepting.

Yoonchae leaned in to Y/n's ear, and whispered, "Love you." Y/n giggled like a little kid, and gave her a little cheek kiss, which resulted in reactions from the rest of Katseye.

[aettuddae]

BUSINESS MATTER — ⌞ karina smau⌝

↳ pairing: karina/yu jimin x fem!reader/oc

↳ synopsis: two of the most important kpop companies covet a partnership with a huge global brand, only to be surprised when the deal is extended to both labels. fearing potential sabotage and cynical strategies to secure exclusivity for just one of them, both CEOs resort to desperate measures. in a bid to maintain trust and prevent betrayal before the signing, they come up with a pact: forcing a fake relationship between the leaders of their star girlgroups. if one side attempted to fail the other, they threaten to expose it all to the conservative south korea.

↳ genre: social media au, idol au, enemies to lovers, fake relationship, comedy, fluff, angst, slow burn.

↳ warnings: main character is an original character. insults, swearing, kms/kys jokes, mentions of alcohol and cigarettes, grammar mistakes (english not my first language), may add on.

↳ status: on going.

↳ featuring: aespa, and members of loona, fromis_9, ive, (g)i-dle, exo, blackpink and itzy.

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• HeAVEN | aespa | others

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• business matter playlist.

— chapters.

• chapter 1.

• chapter 2.

• chapter 3.

• chapter 4.

• chapter 5. part 1 - part 2.

• chapter 6.

• chapter 7.

• chapter 8.

• chapter 9.

• chapter 10.

• chapter 11.

• chapter 12. part 1 - part 2.

• chapter 13.

• chapter 14.

• chapter 15. part 1 - part 2.

• chapter 16.

• chapter 17.

• chapter 18.

• chapter 19.

• chapter 20.

• chapter 21. part 1 - part 2.

• chapter 22.

• chapter 23.

• chapter 24.

• chapter 25.

• chapter 26.

• chapter 27. part 1 - part 2.

• chapter 28.

• chapter 29.

• chapter 30.

• chapter 31.

• chapter 32.

• chapter 33.

• chapter 34.

• chapter 35.

• chapter 36.

• chapter 37.

• chapter 38.

• chapter 39.

• chapter 40. part 1 - part 2.

• chapter 41.

• chapter 42.

• chapter 43.

• chapter 44. part 1 - part 2.

• chapter 45.

• chapter 46. part 1 - part 2 - part 3.

• chapter 47.

• chapter 48. | 48.5

• chapter 49.

• chapter 50.

• chapter 51.

• chapter 52. part 1 - part 2.

• chapter 53.

• chapter 54. part 1 - part 2 - part 3.

• chapter 55.

• chapter 56.

• chapter 57.

• chapter 58. | 58.5

• chapter 59.

• chapter 60.

• chapter 61. part 1 - part 2.

• chapter 62. part 1 - part 2.

• chapter 63.

• chapter 64.

• chapter 65.

• chapter 66.

• chapter 67.

• chapter 68.

• chapter 69. part 1 - part 2.

• chapter 70.

• chapter 71. part 1 - part 2.

• chapter 72. part 1 - part 2.

• chapter 73.

— chapters 2.

• chapter 74. part 1 - part 2.

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[luvmyoui]

six - out

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gp!myoui mina x fem!reader

warnings: cursing

word count: 1,732

a/n: GUYS IM SORRY, I MEANT TO POST THIS EARLIER BUT I LOST TRACK OF TIME PLS FORGIVE ME😞😞

the constant buzzing of your phone roused you from your slumber, you tried to ignore it but the buzzing hadn’t gone away like it usually would. with a huff you sat up and received the call without checking the caller. 

“what?!” you said annoyance clear in your tone.

“check twitter, right now!” camila’s stressed out voice exclaimed from the other end of the phone. 

“okay, okay, gosh what terrible thing happen-” you fell silent when the twitter app loaded on and displayed a linked article stating a question along with a picture. 

SIXTH HARMONY’S Y/N L/N HAS A DAUGHTER? 

the article went on to explain how an anonymous source had sent a picture of the ‘happy birthday isla’ banner that hung behind you, you were squatted on the floor with isla’s cheek squished into yours. seeing the picture you immediately recognized it as one that was definitely taken the day before. you could only curse yourself for letting that man help bring that package into your home and forgetting to close the door. apparently there had been paparazzi waiting outside of your house and took pictures of the decorations while your door was open. 

“y/n? you good?” camila's worried voice pulled you out of your regretful thoughts. 

“y-yeah, just shocked. the thought of this happening never even crossed my mind.” you said, still in disbelief that this could’ve happened. 

“look at the comments though, we can go along with them and lie.” hearing this, with curiosity you scrolled down to see the replies to the tweet. 

REPLIES: 

sixtharmony4ever: why can't you people just mind your own business omg, leave my girls alone!!!

camilasolostan: wtf??? was y/n a teen mom?! iloveyn: so what if she was, its her life not yours.

laurenmll: why are you idiots acting like she can't have nieces😭😭 user872349: are you stupid, she doesn't have any siblings💀💀 laurenmll: are you? you're acting like she cant have any cousins☠️ laursss: girl lets be real, thats 100% y/ns kid camziezz: literally, cuzns arent twins💀💀

sixthharmonizerrr: these paparazzis seriously need to get a life and let celebs live theirs.

twice4lifee: guys why does that baby look exactly like mina😰😰minaluvzme: IM SAYINN once4ever: NEW SHIP???

minariii: *image attached* cannot tell me they are not the same person, literally give that kid a haircut and its mina.

lovey/nnn: why does the baby look like that one girl from that kpop group?!

harmonizeronce: does mina have a secret brother? twcmina: she literally said in multiple interviews she was an only child. harmonizeronce: thats why i said secret smartass.

seeing people defending you brought a smile to your face, you loved your fans. though you couldn't help the anxiety creep up your spine, what if they found out about mina. rather than worrying for yourself, you worried for mina, it might break her career if it's found out that she has a kid. you knew that the kpop industry was much less forgiving when it came to things like this. feeling another buzz in your hand caused you to look at the incoming call from your manager larry. 

“mila, larry’s calling so i’ll hang up now okay?” hearing a ‘kay’ from camila you hung up and accepted the call from your manager. 

“deny having a kid, say it was your cousins or something and that you hang out with her kid alot. I honestly don't care what you say, just make sure no one knows that it's your kid.” he said as soon as you had accepted the call

“and if i don't want to?” 

“that’s not an option.” he stated. 

“I'm not going to deny my kid, can I just stay quiet? i won't ever deny that isla’s my daughter, i'm not and never will be ashamed of her. sure i had her young but i don't regret it at all.” you responded with finality in your voice. maybe this was a stupid decision, but one parent had already left isla and you refused to disown her by saying she wasn't yours.  

letting out a sigh, knowing nothing he said would change your decision, your manager let out a fine and hung up the call. you let yourself fall back into your bed and just laid there hands and legs sprawled out. hearing the creak of your door opening made you lift your head a bit to see isla standing there. she ran over to your bed, when she reached it she proceeded to lift one of her legs up trying to get onto the bed. you smiled down at how cute she looked, stopping her struggles, you sat up and pulled her onto the bed next to you. with her small hands she pushed you down onto your back and jumped onto you, cuddling her face into your neck. 

“when will i get to see mommy, i only see hew in pictuws.” isla said into your neck, she was very clearly distressed, and you could only think of the day before when she had questioned mina’s want to even see her. 

you honestly didn't even think mina wanted to see her, sure she sent gifts but you doubt she’d want to see isla. she always thought of the child as a burden, as something that you were supposed to care for. the thought brought a frown to your face, you wished for mina to see isla and acknowledge her as a daughter. 

chaos had ensued in the twice dorms, although mina only shared a dorm with nayeon, all the girls were currently at the dorms. as soon as they had seen the tweet they rushed over, hoping that it wasn't as they thought. 

“so what, you just left her alone with a kid?!” jeongyeon exclaimed, clearly upset at the mere idea. 

“uh- well it wasn't like that, i wanted to pursue my dream and she was holding me back. also i send them money and gifts and pay for the apartment, i’m fulfilling my role as a parent.” hearing this, all of the girls continued their attack, throwing objects at mina. she tried to dodge but there were too many coming and too fast. 

“god i knew you were a douche judging by the amount of girls you bring home, but this is just unbelievable.” momo said, followed by a shoe being thrown at mina’s head. 

“you guys are unbelievable, i'm your member, not her. plus, are you forgetting the part where i literally send gifts, money, and pay the bills?! also she didn't want me to follow my dream!” mina exclaimed, why couldn't they understand her side?

“yeah, and are you forgetting the part where you got her pregnant. whatever she says doesn't matter, as the person who got her pregnant you should have taken responsibility.” jihyo voiced out, clearly annoyed by her excuses.

“I do take responsibility! how many times do i need to say that i give them money, i spoil them incredibly!” mina cried out in exasperation, how many times did she have to say it for them to understand?

the yelling and throwing of things was stopped the moment the door to the dorm opened, their manager walking in. “mina, there better be a good explanation for this.” their manager said, glaring at mina. 

“uhm- there really isn't one, it’s exactly how it seems.” 

“how do you even know y/n?!” their manager exclaimed, not being able to wrap her mind around this situation.

“we uh- we were high school sweethearts, we dated throughout almost the entirety of highschool.”

“what?!” everyone exclaimed, not knowing that they were in that serious of a relationship. 

“wait, so do you know any other celebrities?” chaeyoung asked in disbelief, she had been a fan of the group's music for a while and couldn't believe mina knew them.

“uh- yeah, shawn mendes, he was my best friend since middle school and camila, but she was y/n’s best friend. and i mean camila never really liked me.” 

“you knew shawn mendes?!” chaeyoung exclaimed, being best friends with shawn mendes was insane to her. 

“yeah, i still talk to him from time to time too.” mina said, scratching the back of her head as she explained. 

“mina, i hope you know that we will be going to the US for the billboard women in music awards. and sixth harmony will for sure be there.” their manager said to mina.

“what!?” mina exclaimed, the thought that she might run into you again was now starting to eat away at her. she didn't want to see you, but at the same time she wanted so desperately to. 

“oh yeah, i was gonna tell you.” jihyo said, everyone surprised that mina didn't know. 

everyone had left by now, and it was only mina, nayeon, and the two beer bottles on the coffee table in front of them. mina usually didn't drink, her intolerance for alcoholic drinks being the reason, but after today she just needed a drink. 

“what do you think? do you agree with everyone else, you think i'm an asshole?” mina asked, not offended but wanting a genuine answer.

“I mean what you did was very assholey, but i mean it’s never too late to change you know? i mean i’ve lived with you for like how long? three, four years? and i mean i think i know you best, and i can say with confidence you’ve had at least a little character development.” nayeon said, taking a swig of her beer. 

“but what do i do? I feel like what me and y/n had is broken by now. I don't think she’d even want me to meet isla.” mina said, she would never dare say her true thoughts. and i mean, could you blame her? 

all she knew about this kid was that she was 3 years old and that it was hers. she didn't even know what isla looked like until she saw the picture on twitter. she felt terrible for even thinking it, but she didn't really care all that much for this kid. you on the other hand, she had known you for a long time, she loved you, she had a kid with you. she didn't regret pursuing her dream but she wished it didn’t include losing you. 

“just talk to her, when we meet her. try to just talk it all out.” 

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[idekkkjja]

hiii! I was wondering if you could giselle x reader but like a bit of a darker theme like maybe Giselle is manipulative and she guilt trips reader plenty of times just for her own entertainment and stuff if that doesn't make you uncomfortable ofc! If not then that's completely fine and you can just ignore this <33

Love the chase 𓂃⋆.˚

*°:⋆ Romance was never your thing, it was transparent from your exterior: too reserved, too cool, too busy for such distractions. Sometimes, yes, a few night stands were not futile—though you would describe yourself not be the type to engage in the activities your friends absorbed themselves in.

Not your thing, simply.

Before, just before the facade you forced yourself to have, to built the defensive walls around yourself; you were love-struck, your eyes glazing in awe because of a particular girl known amongst various of classes.

An ex, one that lead to your tragic change.

Heads-up: toxic a bit, guilt-tripping obv, slapping mentioned and cursing, English not my first language so mistakes and please correct me on those! Writers block, have mercy on me!! A lazy Drabble.. I’m so sorry.. 💤 NOT PROOFREAD UNFORTUNATELY RN (plz request more people I love em coming)

— In your early high school days, you were a quiet and a girl who would be the shadows behind conversations, silently listening in and the words ushered from your lips being dismissed so easily. Frustratingly enough, you couldn’t do much about it, and accepted it from the beginning.

Yes, you did have friends, quite a few shockingly! Extroverts, all of them; and too hyper, too draining… influencing for you to participate in the wild acts they do for mere entertainment and fun.

You did love them, school wasn’t ever boring with them, they were the reason you sometimes caught yourself eagerly waiting for summer break to end.

On one specific summer afternoon, on lunch break, you were huddled with your usual pack on the shimmering fields with the sun reflecting the blazing heat upon your skin, letting a rosey pink bloom.

Swallowing down the water from the crushed bottle laid loosely by your friend’s grasp, you gasped out in relief, letting the moisture drip down to your jawline for composure.

“Mm, thanks.” Lazily, you wiped it off with the back of your hand and slumped alongside your other friends despite their protests about exchanging body warmth in the torturous heat. Nothing much was visible in your eyesight, shadowed by the shining light extending across the whole area but fought back against the large oak tree you and your friends were shielded underneath.

That day, you swore you saw an angelic figure slowly emerging from the light, a warm glow on her as she made her way with unnoticed side characters at the back (her friends you wave off since were they important? No).

“Hello, would you guys like to join our new club? A lot of people are joining it as well!” She chirped in, and when you dared to look up; you saw Giselle.

Giselle, a typical popular girl—a bimbo described by many since the grades she’s so proud of and flaunts it casually, wasn’t so great. Below average, to the point people believes she goes to school for her friends and not for the classes. Well, nearly everyone is like that except freaks so you defended her subconsciously before.

She’s very sweet to others, even the losers! And funny, her dumbness expressed throughout the class with her lazy remarks and questions that people could easily answer with common sense managed to always burst a laughter from you if you had a rubbish day. Even if you weren’t really her friend, an acquintance, a friendly one.

She seemed that she didn’t mind others laughing at her: including you.

Stammering upon your own words to actually consider joining the club despite the fact you didn’t consider looking into the details, only just to see her; your friend interrupted you.

“No thanks, girl. We ain’t interested in bullshit like that, sorry.” We? Who was we? Clearly you weren’t part of that! You so desperately wanted to join, to see her pretty face often and the dumb opinions she voiced out bluntly, not caring about the consequences of how controversial or utterly provocative they were.

“No, no, I’m interested!” You embarrassingly squeaked in, your voice cracking. One of your friends shot you a knowing look, suppressing a cackle full of mirth and suspicion.

Giselle paused, taken aback visibly the contrasting responses. Slowly, she handed you the poster with a subtle grin displaying her teeth. “If you are, come by tomorrow Thursday after school at T16.”

Did you manifest your affirmations that were made from slums of loving desperation at the back of your brain to life? Yes, you did arrive at T16 after school tomorrow with a silly smile pressing painfully against your aching cheekbones. Excited, way too excited.

Eventually when you showed up, the pretty girl was correct for once; there were quite a lot of people!

Shyly you sneaked into the corner, separating yourself away from too much people who were chattering by whatever this club was even about. You only were here for Giselle after all, you couldn’t care less about the other additional things.

Pressing your cheek against your palm, you sighed and noticed Giselle striding to the board confidently. “Welcome to our club, everyone! Thanks for coming around, I didn’t expect so much people to see… since this is a study group after all!”

Study group?

The irony—one of the dumbest students you know—is running a study group. If your friends found out, this would’ve been an hilarious inside joke running for years.

You really tried not to laugh, you wanted a good impression… though you couldn’t help but burst into laughter that sounded like a cruel mockery.

Everyone dropped to a silence, eyes snapping onto you. Giselle, she simply stared at you, the usual toothy grin nowhere to be seen. But she forced herself to be polite, her lips thinning into a hesitant smirk.

“What’s so funny, Y/N?” She asked, her question void of playful teasing or amusement.

Biting your inner cheek, you felt so, so, guilty. “I-I, I seriously wasn’t laughing at anything or anyone… I just remembered something funny from earlier.” What an obvious lie, you made yourself look like the joke now as others chuckled knowingly.

“Alright.” Giselle decided not to do much about it, returning to announcing whatever further about the club. She chose to let it go.

Little did you know, she’s one to hold grudges. For a very long time she would not let it go. Nor the times you laughed at her expensive before.

Time passed, the clock hitting 14:30 indicating that the dreadful studying session was finally over!

Shuffling your backs with a relieved huff, you got on your back but a harsh grip clamping on your wrist yanked you back.

“Can I speak with you for a bit?” Confused, you nodded stiffly, cautious and alarmed you were in trouble for the inconvenience you caused unintentionally earlier.

A smile remained on Giselle’s lips, despite her rough movement like she suddenly shoved you against the wall, a dull thud echoing through the empty room. “What was the laughing about, hm?”

Words were caught in your dry throat, your breath hitching. “It wasn’t at you—“

“It’s always at me, Y/n. I know.” She almost snarled, baring her teeth that now appeared sharper and predatory than when you used to admire her before.

“I’m not dumb like you believe,” Giselle continued on aggressively, her palm slamming against your cheek creating a temporary hand-print bruising your skin.

Impulsively you were about to fight back, but amidst the action your fingers twitched to behold the satisfaction of doing so: your knees buckled and the girl kicked you down to your knees.

With a startled cry, you immediately tried to stand up—though were forced back down—to where you belonged in her eyes.

Below her.

“Apologise.” Apologise? You were the one slapped, not her.

“You made me upset, laughed at me, at my own expensive made me look like a joke. Like the stupid bimbo everybody thought for me to be, do you think I’m not worthy for a simple apology? Really, Y/n?” Giselle chattered on, adding more and more salt to the wound of never-ending guilt.

“Am I too dumb for an apology now?”

Silence answered her rhetorical question; that was a mask for an unwavering demand.

Tears welled up in her eyes, one dared to trickle down her cheeks, a vulnerable state you never saw her in.

“I’m sorry! I’m really sorry, that was so mean, I’m so so sorry, Giselle.” Repeating yourself constantly like a drunk parrot, the sight you witnessed broke all your defensive resolves.

She looked genuinely sad, so upset. (Little did you know, those tears were merely… crocodile tears).

Lazily humming, she tilted her head at you. “Mhm… meet me later behind the bleachers, bitch.” A crumbled piece of paper appeared in her hands, and she slapped you with it, letting it fall on your heaving chest before striding away with a twisted satisfaction nestled in her heart.

A motive: to destroy you.

Trembling hands clutched on the paper for fleeting comfort, you straightened it briefly to make it out what the pencil said.

Her number, for what?

A sharp pain jolted your body awake, you gasped for air in your crumbled thin blankets messily sprawled on your torso as you processed the dream displaying your first proper meeting with your sick ex.

Your phone buzzed, a stifled groan escaped your lips when you stretched to grasp the device.

A notification?

“Miss me?” - Giselle 💋

You thought you blocked that cunt.

[joohyunslittlemonster]

Uh. Hello!

Hi! Is this thing on speaker? Yes? Great.

So I am Liliana but you can call me whatever you want, my name has been butchered a lot already so I don’t really care. I am trying to get into writing more since it’s something i’ve always done to get my mind off things.

I write for girlgroups, obviously, since i am as gay as the entire rainbow. The groups i stan and know of are: ~red velvet ~blackpink ~twice ~dreamcatcher ~(g)-idle

If you’re looking for smut this is the wrong place though, I am not comfortable with writing that just yet. Maybe suggestive stuff but not more.

Okay that’s that for my first post. I am still new to this whole tumblr stuff but i have something in the making and i hope you’ll enjoy it. :)

Also! English isn’t my first language so i apologize for any mistakes.

[fourseasonscomeandgo]

The I is for "I hurt".

Pairing: Red Velvet Irene x fem!reader.

Word Count: 1.8k

Genre: Fluff, a little bit of angst.

TW: Alcohol, Depression, Insecurities.

Wendy met Eunhee when she went to her radio show to promote VOIST's —a girlgroup under KQ Entertainment— comeback. Maybe because they had the same MBTI or they were both Pisces, something clicked, instantly.

There was nothing else for Seungwan to talk about in these weeks since she met her. She seemed happy to have found someone who understands her, who makes her laugh, and that made me happy.

A few days ago she proposed to go out for dinner with all the members. The smile on her face and the excitement with which she asked us made it impossible for any of us to say no to her.

We came to a grill. When Eunhee and the members of her group arrived, my eyes were drawn to one specific person. I had seen her before, VOIST has been promoting for years at the same time as us. I've seen her presentations, her interviews, but why is it only now that I'm noticing her?

We share greetings with each other, saying our names, doing small talk, deciding what we are going to order. As they share opinions and tastes, I watch y/n out of the corner of my eye. She's been reading the menu since she sat down and hasn't joined the conversation. I take a swig of my beer.

Now that I have her in front of me, the memory of when we were on Weekly Idol on a special episode at the same time came to my mind. y/n was beaming, whenever she appeared in my field of vision she was talking to her members and laughing, she was very eloquent, anything she said was funny and spot on, to see her that day was to see someone made for entertainment.

And now here she was sitting at a table full of people, but she hadn't even lifted her head from the cardboard with the dishes on it.

I take another sip of my drink as I think. Maybe she's just had a bad day.

The other members are otherworldly, like a comedy troupe, not singers.

The moment they appeared the words began to fall from their lips one after another, non-stop. Each phrase more comical than the previous one.

Eunhee is similar to Wendy, now I understand why they got along so well, they both don't know when to draw the line on what they say. They are so carefree about their images, so open with what's on their minds, they are the funniest people.

Hayoon is smart, sarcastic, she's calm and a bit serious, but everything that comes out of her mouth hits the target exactly, as if she calculates her words so that there's no range of error.

And for her part, Jihye was a ball of joy and happiness, everything excited her, everything surprised her. She was adorable.

As we recounted situations in which we've met before, the food arrived and we started grilling the meat.

Between the time we chatted, the food arrived and we prepared it, I made three glasses of beer disappear. While we ate, the girls ordered soju, of which I drank, of course. And now I'm drunk.

And y/n is still not talking. Excellent.

Yeri and Joy noticed that she doesn't talk much, so they tried to ask her some questions to include her, but her answers were too short, not helpful.

However, Seulgi did manage to grab her attention; they've been talking about movies for a while.

If Seulgi is talking to her, then she does talk, that means she can talk to me. Cool!

"What are you two talking about?" I shift a little in my chair, moving closer to them.

"Oh, Irene unnie watched Memento Mori too, in fact, she watched it with me" my member explains, integrating me into the conversation.

I swear I saw y/n's eyes sparkle for a second. Excited, she starts talking to me about the feature film and asking me questions. From one topic we move on to another, and another, and another. I don't know at what point Seulgi left the conversation and joined the one the others were having, but now it was just me and her.

A couple more glasses of alcohol and we all said our goodbyes. As we go back home I can't stop smiling.

"Hey, why is unnie so happy?" Yeri teasingly questions.

"Because she found out she likes someone" Joy quickly replies.

What a human I started liking.

A few days later, Jihye's birthday arrived. We all received a message from her inviting us. It was a small thing, with her friends, at her apartment.

Of course we attended. I wore something cute, casual, but it clearly said "I'm looking for a girlfriend". I don't tend to be very obvious in my emotions, so I could at least try to deliver my message through my clothes. But there's no point now, because y/n doesn't care.

We exchanged a few words, she asked me if I had seen the movie she recommended me, offered me a drink and then told me not to get drunk. Then she sat down next to her mates, and there she stayed.

If I would have liked a vase I would have had more action.

Then, we were invited to a movie night. I thought it would be the best possible situation, since it was what we bonded over in the first place, but again, she waved, offered me popcorn, said I would like this movie, and nothing else

For Joy's birthday everyone was invited, y/n even cooked, but that day she didn't even speak to me except to say hello.

That's how it was every time we saw each other, she would say "hello" and "goodbye", and that was it. She was like that with everyone, but I didn't understand how it could be that once we had such a nice conversation and after that I haven't been able to share a sentence of more than five words with her.

I guess she is extremely introverted. I am too, in the end. I try and try to talk to her, but it's merely because I like her, if it was any other human being I wouldn't try. And to her I'm just another human being, she doesn't have to try. So I understand her.

Recently both groups had a comeback, it's great because it's the first time we work at the same time since we became close. After we finished getting ready, we decided to come to VOIST's dressing room to hang out while waiting for our turn to record our performance.

As we have snacks and start a game of I Am Ground, I can't help but notice that y/n is quieter than other times. She's not even playing with us or eating anything, she's sitting apart, staring blankly at space.

Since everyone is engrossed in what we were doing, no one notices when y/n gets up and almost sprints out of the room. I stand up and quickly follow her into the bathroom.

y/n is resting on the marble where the sinks are, crying frantically, trying to inhale and exhale, but failing each time.

"y/n?" I slowly approach her, she turns to look at me, startled. "It's okay, it's me."

She takes a few steps back, getting away from me, and covers her face with her hands, keeping me from seeing her. She keeps trying to calm down, I notice how her breathing is getting louder and louder, almost forcing herself to be okay.

I stand in front of her, take her hands and move them away, I wipe her tears with my thumbs. As I look into her eyes, I begin to inhale and exhale myself. After a few seconds, when she feels secure, she begins to copy my actions. Slowly, she calms down. Once her breathing is steady, she throws herself at me and catches me in a hug. It's not romantic; it's a quest for protection.

"It's too much," she murmurs into my arms "I thought I could get on stage without worrying, but it's too much."

"I get you, this sucks, things sucks sometimes."

When she was encouraged to open up to me, I could understand a lot of things.

Since VOIST debuted everything has been difficult for her. The pressure of being the leader of the group, the fame, the exposure. She has been dealing for years with the insecurity that she will never be enough for her fans and her group, with the hate from those who are not so fans. Being a celebrity has caused an immense depression that she's been battling for years, and it's not that she's introverted or dislikes me, it's that she's unable to believe that people would ever want to be friends with her.

The human mind is the most complex thing there is.

I have spent almost four months trying to bond with her while she believed she wasn't enough to bond with anyone.

After the panic attack in the bathroom at that music program, I've been busy helping her. She doesn't open up or let her guard down with anyone, but I had already seen her vulnerable side.

I encouraged her to start therapy, who referred her to a psychiatrist who gave her medication to combat her depression. I say it so easily, but it has been a tedious and lengthy process, in which I have stuck by her side as her support. I don't do it because I feel the responsibility, I do it because I want to see her well.

It has been a while since I felt so much pride as the moment I saw her go on stage without crying before. The presentation was great, it's the return of a y/n with confidence, with energy. She's not in her best shape, she's not the best version of herself, there's still some way to go, but she's better than before, a little healthier and happier.

The members come down from the stage and upon seeing me, y/n comes almost running towards me. She has a smile on her face, which seems like an anomaly of life. I feel an intense urge to cry with happiness, but I don't get to that point,

because first I feel her lips on mine.

We try to keep the balance we lost thanks to the impact of her body against mine, with our lips pressed together and bodies surely holding on to each other.

"What was that?" I blurt the moment she pulls away from me.

"Something I've wanted to do for months now," she confesses "but in order not to hurt you I first had to stop hurting myself" she adds, tears peeking out of her eyes "thank you for helping me stop hurting myself."

—O—O—

Soo.. this was hard, i don't know if this will be satisfying for who requested ir or if they wanted something more.. intense (? i'm pretty proud of this one, must say, so i hope everyone likes it.

and, beautiful people, get help if you are going through a hard moment, talk about it, you're all important <3

—ica.

[lefisa]

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌- park sunghoon

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: idol!sunghoon x idol!fem!reader

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: enemies to lovers, smau

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: sunghoon is total hyped for the new girlgroup which is about to debut unter Hybe but what if he finds out that you're in this Group alias his high school enemy/ crush

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: txt's BEOMGY, txt's YEONJUN, Stray Kids I.N

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: none yet maybe my bad humor and suggestive themes

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: ongoing

𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄: unknown

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓: 23th march 2022

𝐄𝐍𝐃: ~

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: open

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 demon slayass emo furries

𝐎𝐍𝐄 dimension question

𝐓𝐖𝐎 in their fangirl era

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 lee think

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 sc-scandal?!

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 storytime and crop

𝐒𝐈𝐗 i fell.

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 suffering

𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ur a liar

𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 it stands for baby gworl [0.3k]

𝐓𝐄𝐍 did you put clue on your face?

𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 delulu episode writer

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄 do I look like akinator[0.4k]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 blue hour soobin pc

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 feat. park sunghoon

𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 channeling the energy

𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 what do I have to lose

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

[dr4kenlvr]

MY BABY’S AN ID♡L !! (2)

pairing: hakkai shiba, kakucho hitto, izana kurokawa x fem!reader

genre: fluff

request: Heyyy i love your account sm, may i request one with the tr boy and their s/o is from a girlgroup and is the main vocalist (yk like they can hit high notes smth) i rlly loved the main rapper one 🙈🙈

a/n: thanks for requesting! and for the freedom in choice of characters! im v happy you enjoyed my rapper one (pt 2 coming soon shh..). ps. the difference between how i write kakucho and hakkai is killing me help

part 1 / part 3

HAKKAI:

he is.. going insane

he wants hesitates to put you as his lockscreen because it's mitsuya- but in the end he does it because mitsuya yelled at him

"why would you choose me over your own girlfriend??"

"i don't know taka-chan, stop yelling please!!"

anyways, like i said, he is going insane

because he thinks you're so hot and cute and- just everything good

watches your live shows and squeals when you hit that perfect note, or bust out that powerful voice

"WAHH!!! Y/N IS SO COOL!!"

often caught listening to your solo tracks, especially when you're busy and can't be with him as often

can not dance for his life but he knows that one move from that one verse of yours LMAOOO

yuzuha secretly films him dancing to your songs and sends them to you LMAOOO

"wHY YUZUHA!"

buys your albums, and if he pulls ur photocard, you better believe he's putting that shit at the back of his phone HELPPPP

sends you photos of himself with kissy faces and it's captioned with "good luck today!" or "drinks lots of water <3" or "miss you baby"

he's such a dork, but that's his best trait <3

KAKUCHO:

kakucho is really happy for you, to get out there and live your dream the way he's always wished you could

i dont really see kakucho as someone who listens to music that much, but that doesn't mean he doesn't support you and your group

he softly smiles at your group's instagram, eyes twinkling when he sees your bright smile, holding your groups award with such happiness

he makes sure to comment on each and every post, giggling when you heart it

when he does listen to your songs (usually at night, while he's trying to sleep), the moment your voice spills through the quiet volume of his earphones, he can't help but feel his heart beat quicken

he gets really flustered at the effect you have on him

when he gets to see you in person, he's reserved and quiet until you're both behind closed doors

constant kisses peppered all over you and he'll have you in his arms all night

makes up for lost time by binging your guy's fav shows, pigging out on food and just simply being in one another's presense

gahh he loves you so much

IZANA:

him.

god- he's so- he's very much in love with you

gets super giddy when he watches your videos, whether that's concert clips, music videos, interview clips, insta stories, anything!!

and he is extremely impressed at your talent!! your voice control is everything, it's so breathtaking to him

izana's super attentive to your health, and ensures you're well rested days prior before any sort of event

he really misses you when you're gone

he has you set as his home and lockscreen, and constantly catches himself longing for a text from you

but he knows you're busy- and that's okay! he wants you to do well in your career <3

he'll send you little photos of himself and the crew- while you send pics of you and your group- just updating each other on your lives while you're so far apart

he has a folder in his gallery under your name and it's filled LMAO

izana is so so proud of your group when you get your first win, he knows how much you've been dreaming and working hard for this very moment

your huge smile has him fawning on the other side of the world

but nothing will break the connection you two have, not distance, not anything <3

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