#god i just wish people would mind their own business

[ozymoron]

very just pissed at the world rn genuinely its crazy to me the shit i will do and people will tell me makes me look so so masc like was told once i looked really masc cause i was lounging on the couch in a black t shirt like HUH?????????? what, would i have look more feminine if i were in the kitchen making a sandwich wtf is this???

[cathymee]

discourse is wiiiild

who is this

so true bestie

[teenagefeeling]

......

[risuola]

I — NOT YET // When a guy in the club tries to assault you, you ask a random stranger to pretend to be your boyfriend. Little that you know that out of all people, you chose a mob boss.

contents: smut, mafia!au, briefly mentioned assault and tiny bit of violence, Sukuna (yeah, I consider him a warning), reader discretion is advised — 2,7k words

a/n: mada... mada mada~ the very second I heard this menace toying with Panda, Kusakabe and the rest in Shibuya, not allowing them to move unless he say so - my head went straight to the idea of him playing the same game in bed.

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Sukuna never had to get used to being interrupted. Never. Anytime it happened in the past, all he had to do was to glance at the person and it usually got the message across. His gaze has enough power in it to quickly inform the intruder why invading his personal space or cutting him half-sentence is a damn bad idea. One look from him usually was enough to make anyone reconsider if they really want some problems. Sukuna had his eyes trained to be sharp and cold, his body strong and intimidating and his aura dangerous. He spent years building his reputation, earning a position in his world that now guaranteed him calm.

Now everyone and their mothers know that he’s not the one to cross paths with. He’s a VIP, he’s allowed everywhere and he has no qualms about killing someone. Ryomen Sukuna is a brand, he’s a threat, he’s untouchable, invincible. No one in the right mind would ever try to start anything with him at this point. That’s why, when he tried to relax in one of many clubs that he owns in Tokyo, he couldn’t believe someone had the guts to push onto him at the bar.

“Hey, sorry, can you please pretend to be my boyfriend for a second?”, he heard near his ear and following the sound and the soft tug on his elbow, he turned his head towards you. Lucky girl, he thought while quickly assessing the view. You were too god damn pretty to be killed, looking at him with those pleading eyes that glistened in the harsh artificial lights. You were visibly scared of something, or someone, and oddly enough it wasn’t him who brought you to the verge of tears.

“Your boyfriend, huh?”, he mused, allowing his eyes to trail down your figure. The dress you had on left little to imagination and yet he wished to tear it off to see more of you. It hugged the shapes of your body perfectly and the silky fabric betrayed the lack of bra underneath. You were attractive, but clearly not smart enough to think twice before approaching a stranger.

“Please, I beg you, this guy—“, you tried to explain, squeezing your perfectly manicured fingers around his veiny forearm, but your sentence was cut in half when a man grabbed you by the waist, pulling you away just a little and harshly pressing your back against the bar. Sukuna watched as you winced when your spine hit the edge of the wooden countertop, he watched for a moment how you tried to push the guy away. With no effect, you weren’t strong enough to stand against him, you were trapped between the unwanted body and the furniture behind you, fighting the hungry hands that were groping your figure.

“Naoya, get off of me—” you tried, pushing his face away from where he was trying to suck a spot onto your neck.

“Oh, shut up woman, I know you want it,” the blonde-ish idiot grinned, twisting your arm enough to make a space for himself. He wasn’t bothered in the least with the fact he was trying to get between your legs in the very center of a club. Sukuna’s club.

Ryomen zeroed the whisky in his glass and got up from the chair. Usually, he would ignore situations like this. Other people’s problems were none of his business and he had enough his own things to take care of, to bother himself with anything else, but you. You were a problem he was willing to explore.

“Zenin, huh?”, he asked, connecting the name he heard falling from your lips with the wannabe gangster he heard about many times before. There was a certain reputation tied to Naoya’s name, mostly regarding his treatment of women but as long as he wasn’t touching his women, Sukuna couldn’t care less about this trash of a man. You definitely were not his woman. Yet.

“The fuck you want, I’m busy,” Zenin groaned, pulling his nasty mouth away from your shoulder for just a moment, only to shot a glare to the club owner.

“I can tell that you’re busy,” Ryomen grabbed one of Naoya’s wrists. It wasn’t looking like a hard grip, but the face of the blonde betrayed the sharp, bone-breaking pain he felt.

You felt some kind of relief when the stranger you just met stepped between you and your unwanted date. The large body of him towered above you completely, he was bigger than you thought when you approached his sitting form, but you couldn’t think about it for too long when he dealt with Naoya so easily. Once the blonde was gone, he turned to you.

Your heart skipped few beats once you took the image in. The man was huge, way taller than you and built like a greek god. The sharp outlines of his muscled torso beautifully showed through the dark graphite dress shirt. Looking up, you could finally see his face clearly. His features were attractive, dangerous with the black tattooed lines around them. He could easily be a gangster or something.

“T-thank you,” you spoke finally, snapping out from the initial impression of him. He was a red flag, you knew that. If not for the circumstance, you’d probably be the first to run away from him. He was hot. An absolute smokeshow, but he was certainly bad news.

“Was he your date?”, he asked, pulling a chair that he was sitting on previously and twisting it to position, before his large hands landed on your hips. There was no effort whatsoever when he lifted you and sat you down on the seat. He opted to stand next to you.

“No… I came here with a friend, but she left earlier. I was just about to leave as well, but this guy stopped me,” you sighed. “He wouldn’t let me go, I was afraid that he’ll just walk after me to my home. I’m sorry I interrupted you.”

“Don’t apologize,” he said, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. The gesture in itself was soft, but you shivered underneath his touch nonetheless. You couldn’t quite tell what made him so… scary. Was it his overwhelming frame? Or maybe the calm, distant demeanor? He had authority, he was expecting submission and when he was looking at you, you felt like a prey of him. Strangely, you were quite fine with that. You had no wish of doing anything with Naoya, but this man… he was different, he was interesting, he made you cross your legs just to feel any kind of pressure between your thighs. “Your name?”

“Y/n,” you replied.

“Y/n. Nice,” he gave it a soft nod and ordered two drinks. “Ryomen is my name. Sukuna Ryomen. Memorize it.”

“Sure…”

At this moment, you had no guts to ask why was it important to imprint the name he told you into your brain, but it all became clear just barely two hours later. You couldn’t exactly recall the moment Sukuna led you out of the club and into his car. There was something so enticing about his entire aura that made you lose your ability to think. He made you break every rule you ever had for yourself – to not talk with strangers, not go with them anywhere. Before that night you were doing exceptionally good in avoiding danger, you somehow slipped through your life up until that point without any major problems, but once you faced the problem, it was a big one.

The talk was good, it flowed easily and the menacing aura that Ryomen had all around him kept you interested. You had no idea that you’re attracted to bad boys, and maybe you were not exactly into school hooligans. Turned out, you’re aroused by the much worse kind – the kind that keeps a gun behind his belt, drinks pure whisky and makes people run away just by shooting them a glance. Yeah, that seems to be the kind of men you are into, because if there was any common sense left in you, you’d be out the door and running towards the safety of your dormitory. If there was any self-preservation instinct in you, you’d be probably anywhere else, rather than in here.

In the most luxurious house you’ve ever seen, not to mention been inside of; somewhere in the outskirts of Tokyo where you were not even sure how you can get back to your home from there. If you were just a little smarter, you’d for sure be in your own bed right now and not on the dark leather couch, with your silky dress scrunched up around your waist and your underwear torn to pieces and laying on the floor. If you had more braincells, maybe you wouldn’t be bouncing on that stranger’s dick right now, gripping onto his muscular shoulders as one of his large hands kept your hip in a dead grip, leading your moves up and down his girthy length and the other one tightly squeezed around the back of your neck, from where he was keeping his head close so he could kiss you so hungrily it took your breath away. But that’s just where you were. And you wouldn’t change a thing.

He felt so goddamn good, filling your tight hole to the very brim, stretching you to the point of delirium and he wasn’t even fully in yet. His moves were aggressive and yet sensual; he made you feel small even if it was you who was on top of him. You had no control, he made it clear with the way he was holding you and every time you tried to dominate him in any way, he quickly showed you your place back. Maybe later, he’ll let you have your way with him, but now, he was in charge.

“Think you can take all of me?” He asked against the delicate skin of your neck, now painted in red and purple marks he nibbed onto it. You could feel him grinning at the way you squeezed your little hands on his clothed biceps. He got you all exposed and yet he only allowed you to free his dick; his shirt was still buttoned up, his pants were still on his legs. There was a certain dominance shown in the way he got you all naked on top of his suit.

“N-no,” you breathed out, “too big.”

“Oh, I’m sure you can.” Sukuna doesn’t exactly accept no as an answer and he for sure gave you enough time to accommodate to his size. “You’ll take it and thank me for it, yeah?”

“Yes,” was all you could mumble, before both of his large hands landed on your hips. The iron grip, you were sure, was going to bruise you but now, it felt grounding in a way.

“Good girl,” he praised, his purr vibrated against your skin as he sucked yet another mark along your collarbone. It distracted you for a moment before he pushed your pelvis even lower, fully bottoming into you. Your clit made a contact with his lower belly, the harsh brush of his skin against the swollen bud making you moan louder than you were meaning to. You felt like all of your organs were moved out of the way just to make more space for his dick and Sukuna couldn’t be more satisfied by the way you took him in. “See? As if you were made to take this cock.”

Something incoherent left your mouth, a tear stained your cheek and the man was happy to lick it away, tasting the saltiness before he bucked his hips up, keeping yours in place. He took full control, thrusting into you with all the power he had in his muscular body and you held onto his shoulders with your little hands. The filthy, wet sounds were filling the interiors, bouncing off the walls and mixing with all of the whines and whimpers that were leaving your lips. Some grunts added to the melody, but you barely heard any of it, too consumed by the exploding pleasure between your legs.

Sukuna’s name was leaving your mouth like a prayer, you felt so close, you felt like falling and you had no intention to stop. The man grinned, licking a long stroke along your throat, his tongue curling upwards as it reached the tip of your chin. The taste of your skin felt intoxicating to him, he wanted to devour you whole, to keep all for himself.

“You wanna cum, huh?” His voice was taunting. “You’re clenching around me so fucking hard, you’re gonna milk me as well.”

“Yes, yes, please,” you near damn begged, chasing the bliss that you could almost taste on your tongue right now. It filled all of your body cells, rushed through your veins in ecstatic waves of lust.

“Not yet,” he ordered and it felt almost painful to force yourself back from the state of climax. You could tell he was playing with you, toying with his dominance, reminding you that it’s him who pulls the strings in here. And yet, he was still rutting into you, his movements completely different to what he was saying, he was fucking you like he wanted you to cum in that very moment. “Still not yet,” he teased, feeling your little fingers digging onto his shoulders, your manicured nails nearly making holes in his shirt as your eyes fell shut.

“Oh god, Ryomen, please,” you whined. Your thighs were shaking, your spine arching and the incredible tension below your stomach threatened to burst any second now.

“Now,” he ordered and just like that, all inside of you snapped. You came all over his dick, and you came hard. It felt like nothing you’ve ever experienced, like you were suddenly shot into another dimension and if not for the way he sped up his movements, you’d probably just get lost in the lustful feeling. Ryomen came just few moments after you, wrapping his arms around your waist and painting your walls white. You felt him throbbing, spasming inside of you, the hot seed gushed out of you as he was pumping it in, staining your thighs and the bottom of his black shirt. Then he pushed you down, fully onto his cock, plugging the way out for his cum.

You found his lips, swallowing his quickened breath as you kissed him with desire and he gave in, quickly dominating the kiss. You were tired, the muscles in your legs were burning from the intense exercise, but you couldn’t shake off the feeling of still wanting more. He made you hungry, he made you unsatiated and you were sure, you won’t be able to recognize yourself after you’re done with him. You were never such a greedy lover but frankly, you never had a chance to feel that good with anyone. The boys you’ve been with had no skills and if not for the orgasms you gave yourself with your fingers, no one else ever brought you over the edge like Sukuna.

“Can you undress?” You asked him, your lips brushing against his as you mouthed the question and he chased your kiss with his head, grabbing your lower lip between his teeth. There was a certain expression painted all over his dangerously handsome features, the menacing aura amplified as he took his sweet time before replying.

“I can undress,” he began, yet there was a but hanging in the air. He had conditions and you were open to hear them. “I’ll give you two options, little kitten. Wanna hear ‘em?”

“Yes.”

“I won’t undress. You can pull yourself together and I can drive you back to your home now. But I can also take the suit off, carry you to my bed. Then you’ll stay with me till morning, but don’t have any hopes for a calm sleep, no. The night will be as filthy as it can get. You’ll be sore tomorrow, most likely exhausted.”

You blinked hearing the options. It was clear as day, stop there or continue? You knew the answer already, your body decided for you even before he came up with an offer.

“Will you drive me home as well if I pick the second option?”

“Of course.”

“Then let’s get you naked.”

[prettealolilol]

i like to think about the duality of the kids about people shipping Bruce with anyone, because the guy has been elected as the most handsome man in the country for years, has this whole playboy Brucie persona and is often seen with someone at his arms (men and women)

on one side, they'll be like "ew god no, i do not want to imagine dad like-" and "oh my god some people actually ship Bantman and Joker wtf ??" and they'll do their best to filter every social media to avoid any thirsty or shipping content about Bruce

when the press ask them about it, they be like:

Tim : "Would you like it if I asked about your thoughts on your dad cheating on your mom with his secretary ? No ? Then mind your own business." when the dad was in fact cheating with his secretary and now everybody knew because Tim was live when he answered

Jason, pulling out a gun : "i swear to god i'll shoot the next person who asks me this and then i'll shoot myself. Ugh, do i look like i fucking care about the old man's sex life ?"

Dick, smiling uncomfortably : "i don't really live at the manor anymore and i barely see him with my job so you know..." when it has been in fact a week he's been sleeping at the manor after patrolling with Batman

Damian, frowning as usual, looking at the guy who asked him as if he did not have a brain : "Father is careful in not mixing his carnal activities with the family life so i do not have any hindsight on his sex life. i do not wish to know regardless." the journalist is taken aback by the explicit answer of this ten year old, while his brothers are trying not to laugh behind him (Jason was not hiding his snickering)

on the other side, you cannot tell me those guys are not the biggest shippers in the world

like Jason would want Batman to date Wonder Woman just so she could be his step mom. i strongly believe the guy has a ao3 and tumblr account and is very much active on both. he definitely reads batman x green lantern fics just to annoy Bruce (even though his dad has no idea, but still gets shivers when Jason is reading one)

Dick and Duke both ship SuperBat although for different reasons. for Dick, that's his uncle there, he was there when they met and saw them as they slowly became best friends. he strongly believes they are made for each other. Duke just think it would be super cool (no pun intended) if the Superman and the Batman were dating.

Stephanie just likes to roll with it, some days she feels like shipping superbat, others she'll be more into batcat, or batlantern. she's pretty volatile and doesn't really have a favourite, but when she gets into one she's all in. she'll be arguing and insulting people online who disagrees, sharing crazy theories...

Cass doesn't really care, she'll listen to any of her siblings ranting about their thoughts (especially Steph) and juts find it adorable (and funny how much they care)

Tim probably ships superbat because they are completely opposed, and he finds the parallels really interesting. he definitely writes fics (Jay reads his fics and they exchange about it without knowing it's each other)

Damian doesn't really see the point. but he has drawn of few fanart (Jason tried to bribe him with money once and Damian had to remind him of his inheritance) when Bruce benched Tim and him and he ended up drawing some batlantern that Tim printed and plastered all over the manor. Bruce had to restrain the access to the printer (Tim hacked into it the next day)

Barbara, although she doesn't really ship, is the one you go to if you search some content, she'll find you the most heart wrenching, 200 thousand words, slow brun, angst/comfort fics you'll ever read (the type of fic that changes you deep into your soul). she still likes debating with the batkid

Regardless, if there's one things they all agree on, it is Bruceman (love those fics were the batkids just go along with it). like it's hilarious but the fans make some pretty good points and they are in fact impressed. it's also the safest ship as it would not happen in any situations so they don't have to worry about their dad being stolen

[cherry-pop-elf]

Kiss it Better Pt:2

Curly x Reader

AN: Holy shit I did NOT expect all the love and support from the original like god damn! People begging for a part 2 and everything (I’ll make sure to tag those who asked for one at the bottom) Like oh my god thank you guys so much! This means the WORLD to me! As a disabled person trying to make his medical issues more accurate it means so much that yall love it and how I write in general! Thank you!

SUM: You and Anya were busy dealing with changing Curly’s wrappings together. Sharing stories, and just trying to stay positive. That’s when you just had to ask. What’s going on between her and Jimmy?

Warnings: Jimmy, sexual assault, Anya sharing her trauma so pls take care of yourself, medical gore, medical situations, light violence,

“Thank you again for handling Curly’s medication. I’m sorry I just-“ Anya would try to explain again how sorry she was that she was struggling to do her job. A job you could never blame her for. She’s been through a traumatic event of the ship crashing, and already had to try and save a near corpse. She deserves to breathe.

“Anya it’s fine, really. I’m his romantic partner as well. It be weird if I didn’t pick up some responsibility and tried to take care of him. You also deserve time to rest. You’ve done so much for him, and saved his life. Give yourself more credit. It’s not a sin to ask for help.” You would try and comfort her, as you would grab the fresh bandages for Curly.

He needed a lot of them, and they had to be changed out relatively often. He’s basically just exposed meat after all. The risk of infection was high, which you were wondering how he didn’t even catch any yet, so he needed alot of attention and care.

If only Pony Express had packed more, because the med bay was running out of them fast. Very very fast. Might be only able to maybe re wrap him a few more times now. Had you terrified because as much as you wanted to take care of him you had to leave some bandages for the rest of the crew. In case of another emergency.

You wish you could be doing more.

“We’re going to undress you. Is that alright?” Anya would ask Curly, who in return would give two blinks to indicate that he consented to being stripped. Was gonna have to be done but it was still so kind of Anya to still ask before hand.

The two of you would soon get to work on changing out his bandages. A very slow, careful, tedious job. One that normally took over a hour to do properly. So it’s time to kill some of that empty space.

“Ya know, this isn’t the first time over had to wrap up a certain someone because they got hurt. I remember a time when we were at a Ski resort with his family. Someone wanted to try a path that was meant for experts and before you know it someone’s returning to the lodge with his leg bone sticking out of his pants.”

Anya gave a little ‘oh my’ as you just laughed at the memory. Curly just adored sports. Especially the winter variety. You felt so blessed that he had a job that paid so well. Well enough that the two of you, and his own family sometimes, could go and enjoy vacations like that.

You wonder if the two of you will ever see the snow again.

“That sounds rather nice, minus the whole breaking his leg. To share a cabin together with someone. Cuddle for warmth together by the fire place. Sounds really nice.” She would speak dreamily. As if she knew it was simply that. A dream. Something that will never happen again. No matter how hard she tried.

Like something was wrong with her.

“I bet you’ll get that moment. When we escape here you’ll have a flooding of men and women coming your way. The brilliant woman who managed to fight death and win. Again and again. The most brilliant woman to ever live.” You would praise her, as you were very mindful of Curly’s catheter. As if that needed to be messed with.

“Yeah…..Maybe……” Anya didn’t really seem to actually respond. Was like she was just saying words for the sake of words. Had you wondering.

Even before the crash she had just started acting off one day. From being a cheerful woman who was gentle and full of smiles, to being so quiet and scared by the littlest of sounds. Like she expected someone to jump from around the corner and attack her. Any feeling of safety and comfort vanished.

You were worried.

“Say, Anya-“ You began to speak, while disposing the bandages safely into the bio hazard bag. “-Is everything ok? I mean duh we’re not doing to hot with being, ya know, crashed and all. But besides that. You just seem…..different.”

Anya seemed to not hear you. She simply worked on checking over Curly’s body. Hunting down any infections, looking for possible bed sores, monitoring his healing, and getting ready to do the ever so gentlest of sponge baths.

Anya did always get in the zone whenever someone was hurt. You figured she didn’t catch what you said because of it.

So repeated yourself, as you stood next to her. Impossible to miss what you were asking, as you would help Curly sit up and just move his joints to better reach with the sponge.

The only sounds in that room were Curly’s whines of discomfort. Whines to indicate truly how much pain he was in when even the pain killers can numb it.

“Anya….I know you can hear me. Is everything alright? Not to be rude but I’m kinda asking you a question.” You would be gentle, but she still couldn’t help but looked distressed.

“Anya what’s-“ You would reach a hand out, to comfort her, but the second it was raised towards her she would immediately flinch. Her startled reaction ended up even making her drop Curly’s leg on the table.

Oh that’s gotta hurt.

For a fleeting moment you put Anya on the back burner, and just focused your attention on comforting Curly. How he gave a weak sob from the intense pain.

“Shhhh I know Curly Fry. I know. It’s gonna be ok. It was an accident. You know she didn’t mean it. Shhh.” You would kiss his forehead, as Curly had a muscle spasm through his body from the intense shock to his system. So exhausted and in so much pain.

“It’s gonna be ok. I promise. I love you so much. Just think about our future. How we will get off this ship, and have that family. Have our own baby-“

The moment you said baby, that’s when Anya finally cracked.

Her hands were now covering her face, as she just broke down into sobs. Sobs that sounded so hoarse. Like she’s done it so many times that her body was just abused from it. Left you so worried and confused.

What the hell is going on here?

“Anya, what’s wrong? What did I say?” You would gently guide her to a chair, and worked on stroking her hair. Giving her as much comfort as you would to Curly. The same gentle love as he would get. Love she deserved.

It took a while for her to catch her breathe, and you didn’t rush it because it really seemed she needed it, but her own trembling body was finally able to quite down.

“I need to tell you something. I need to tell you something about Jimmy-“

You were quick to kneel down infront of her, and was ready to take in every last word she was going to say. Maybe what secrets she held could finally explain why the hell you all were crashed here. Why Jimmy crashed you all.

“Jimmy ra-“

That’s when the door opened.

As if that bastard had a sixth sense for whenever people were talking about him. That same annoyed expression, same sneer, same empty eyes.

All three of you kinda froze in time now. Looking at him, as he looked back at you all. Scanning you. As if judging to figure out what was being said before entering.

“Hey….Captain….” You swallowed, as you would return to standing. Anya herself remained in her chair, with her head down. Didn’t seem she trusted herself in showing any expressions right now.

“What were you guys talking about?” He asked, as he seemed slightly on edge. Like he hasn’t been sleeping well or had too much caffeine. Just this tension of paranoia was in the air. Like he was worried about something.

“Just about the bandages. We’re starting to run low, and Anya is just getting worried about having enough.” Wasn’t a complete lie. The best lies were the ones with truth sprinkled in.

“Of course he’s wasting our supplies.” He scoffed, before walking over to the table. You were trying to give Curly some respect with grabbing something to cover him up with, but it was like Jimmy wouldn’t let you. The stare he gave you, when you grabbed the clean hospital gown, made you just freeze in place.

It was just so full of hate.

It was just so full of disgust.

It was just cruelty in dark eyes.

It was just focused on you. As if Anya didn’t even exist right now. Like she meant nothing to him. Nothing but the wind in the air. Something you don’t even bother in registering every day. Like how you breathe in air in your lungs.

You don’t notice until it’s gone.

“Has he been given his medication?” He would ask you, as his hands would be firm on the bed side. Just seeming to assert his dominance with standing over the man. Like some got over the little people.

“Yes Jimmy. He’s been medicated. We are actually in the middle of washing him. It would be nice if there was some privacy-“ You tried to gently hint at, only for it yo fall on deaf ears.

"The crash really did do a number on you. You don’t even have a dick anymore. Just holes huh-?” Jimmy would scoff, as that was your final straw. You would give Jimmy a hard hip bump, and quickly covered Curly up. To give him dignity and respect.

“Hey-! Watch it! Don’t think because you are Curly’s little eye candy doesn’t mean you can go pushing people around-“ Jimmy would bark at you.

You didn’t feel fear.

Jimmy was messing with YOUR man now. Curly deserved dignity and respect. He doesn’t deserve to be called a ‘set of holes’ no way in hell. No one deserved that and ESPECIALLY not Curly.

“Will you just shut up?! What the hell are you even doing here?! Aren’t you the Captain now? Captains are suppose to be doing whatever it takes to help the crew. All you’ve been doing is walking around and insulting everyone! It’s like you don’t want us to be saved. Be a Captain and take some responsibility already-!”

The anger that he had for you was terrifying. You swore it was like a switch. He suddenly seemed taller, bigger, angrier, more intense. You felt like you were shrinking more and more. Like you would melt into a puddle under that heated stare.

But you refused to.

For Curly.

“Listen here you-“

SLAP

You smacked him across the face. Was like the world went mute. No one was so much as breathing. Just the stares of shock from Anya and Curly.

“Get. Back. To. WORK.”

You ordered, and he listened.

He would hold his red cheek, and walked away like a dog with its tail between its legs. As if he was all talk and no bite. That he couldn’t bring himself to be more than an angry voice.

Someone needed to keep him in his place.

“Can this damn ship get any more hectic?” You sighed with your fingers to the bridge of your nose. Just trying to think clearly.

That’s when Anya found her voice.

“I’m pregnant.”

You opened your eyes wide, and was frozen in place.

Did you hear that right? No no. No way. Why would she be pregnant? How would she get pregnant? Who would get her…

“Oh my god.”

You slowly turned around to Anya with the puzzle pieces falling into place. You finally realized what had happened.

Jimmy never was a responsible man.

@meheheasasa @letmebedelutional @trashcansally @balanahala562

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Old Gods — deity! Vil Schoenheit x gn! reader

summery: a mortal has stumbled upon an abandoned shrine, only to find that the God of beauty and love still resides.

tw: power dynamic? I mean he's literally a God so no matter what I think there's gonna be an unbalanced power dynamic. Otherwise this is just fluff lol. religious themes as well but that was a given.

a/n: inspired from @ceruleancattail and their deity au! I had to do one on Vil because I love him sm <3

wc: 1.1k

Master List

Vil could do nothing but watch as less and less people trickled into his shrine. When the last few had switched to the newer deity he could feel his anger simmer, growing hotter and hotter with each praise of the beloved Neige. That anger festered over the years as the new deity soaked up the attention. Vil’s shrine had started to crumble, vines taking over the now ancient temple. He had no idea what people saw in Neige. The good for nothing tried too hard, unable to please all his followers yet still they flock to him. Vil had half the mind to get rid of the mockery, but before he could put his plan into play a strange mortal had lost their way.

At least, Vil thought you may have been lost. The path to his shrine had become overrun by vegetation, and besides, who would even remember his shrine’s existence? Everyone was too busy trying to please Neige to pay the older God a second thought. Yet you had looked upon his broken down temple in awe, hands gliding over the ivory pillars that held chips, fingers gently holding a few ivy leaves to inspect. At first, Vil tried not to think too deeply about how he felt his shoulders relax in your presence, or how he watched you with just as much curiosity as you held for his sacred land. He tried not to question why his heart leapt when your eyes landed on his now decrepit statue, how your eyes wandered over the marble that had hoya carnosa’s trailing up his visage. At the very least they were in bloom, the pale pink flowers accentuating his beauty. 

“Beautiful,” You whispered out as you kneeled before his shrine. Shrugging off your bag, Vil watched as you dug through it, eyebrows scrunched as you searched for what you wanted. It was that moment that Vil realized how much he missed this. How much he took for granted his previous followers, growing more snarky and ignoring their wishes. Perhaps his downfall was his own doing…but he could never forgive that cheesy buffoon for taking advantage of his mistakes. Yet you, a mere mortal, nearly had a God on his knees, something he would never admit out loud. 

A bright smile overtook your face as you fished out some flowers along with some incense. After you lit the incense, you clasped your hands and bowed your head. Your wishes had rung through his head, and when you finished, you surprisingly didn’t leave right away. No, instead you spoke.

“I’m not sure if you’re real,” You stated, the sun painting your face perfectly. “But I had read a lot about you and wanted to see your shrine for myself. It's a shame this temple is left alone, it's absolutely breathtaking. If you are real, thank you for listening to my troubles, I’m sorry to bother you. I don’t have anywhere else, and Lord Neige has no time for a commoner like me.”

As you stood up, Vil felt his heart plummet. He didn’t want you to leave just yet, please stay. Yet he kept himself hidden, not wanting to scare you off. As you left, you felt just a bit better, at least you got your problems off your chest, and you had found your own sanctuary to hide out in. 

Vil thought that would be the last he saw off you, but he appreciated the incense and flowers nonetheless. Yet the incense burnt out after a few hours, and the flowers started to wilt after a few days. Still, you had managed to surprise the deity as you came back, a new batch of flowers in your hands. So in turn, he had decided to bless you, his silly little mortal. As you rested the flowers before his statue and kneeled, he decided to reveal himself. When you opened your eyes, you were startled when you saw the most beautiful man you had ever seen. He seemed familiar at first, and when your gaze rose to the statue that's when it clicked. It was none other than Vil, God of beauty, love. 

He couldn’t help but smirk at your awe, relishing in your newfound devotion. “Hello dear,” Vil greeted, lilac eyes watching your every expression with pride. “What do you wish to share with me today?”

Opening and closing your mouth, you had no idea what to say. A God stood before you, what was the proper protocol? You shouldn’t be staring at him should you? What if you said something that would cause him to smite you and your entire lineage? Your cheeks felt warm when he smiled down at you, and you held your breath as he drew closer, sitting on the altar that you currently kneeled before.

“No need to be scared,” He hummed, his voice soothing you in ways you didn’t know could be soothed. “You are the first mortal to step foot in my temple, let alone leave offerings at my altar in a century. The least I could do is lend an ear, no?”

“You’re so pretty,” You mumbled without realizing it. You seemed to snap out of it when Vil let out a small chuckle, greatly amused at your praise. Yet it also affected him more than he’d like to think about.

“Of course,” Vil smiled, something he hasn’t done in so long that it felt strange. “I wouldn’t be the God of beauty if I didn’t look the part.”

“R-right,” You stumbled, looking anywhere but him. Oh what a sight for sore eyes. “I-I can’t believe you’re real…” Vil only watched on as your brain struggled to believe the current scenario, and he took the time to admire you. In your prayers, wishes of looking beautiful and wishes to be loved had rung clear, yet Vil failed to understand why. You were nowhere near as beautiful as him, and you could use some touch ups, but for a mortal you were quite stunning.

After that day you had started to visit regularly. Now that you knew a lonely God was awaiting you, how could you keep him waiting? Every time he’d give you a lotion, serum, accessories, clothing…it seemed the more you visited the more extravagant the gifts became. When you wore something he gifted you he’d shower you with praise, if you kept up with your skin care routine he’d gently run his fingers over your skin, sharp eyes shining with affection. You turned from becoming his pet project to becoming something more, and you had never felt more loved than when your God treated you as something more than just a mere mortal, but someone who was not only worthy of his attention, but longed for yours.

[sweetsaladpainterranch]

The Rival

Summary: Alastor sought to possess one of the only does in Pentegram City for the rut season, however, you wanted a mate, not a master. But what happens when a handsome new buck shows up one day and tries to capture your attention away from the Radio Demon. Who will you choose?

(Just some practice at writing drama but I hope you enjoy)

You weren't stupid. You knew that Alastor would call upon you only because he needed a warm body to ride out his rut and not out of any naive sense of romance. Every few months you'd receive an unsurprising visit from the Radio Demon casually resting in your hotel room before whisking you off for a vigorous week of reliving both of your heats. His earthy pheromones having triggered your own. It was usually obvious when Alastor would arrive because you could always feel fiery red eyes on your form and often noticed a dark presence shifting around in your peripheral vision. Of course, this would have freaked you out but it was also nice that you didn't have to go out of your way to avoid the numerous male cervid demons suffering through their own rut cycles of the season. Having never seen another female deer demon, you realized you were probably in for a bad time if one of those desperate bastards got a hold of you. So you didn't mind a little extra security as you went about your business. 

The very moment you walked through your door, an almost overwhelming scent of a warm, mossy, musk invaded your senses as waves of static washed over you. "Ah, there's my pretty doe. How was your day out my love?", Alastor greeted you in his typical cheery voice that made your heart flutter, but you knew the sweet-sounding pet name was only a product of his possessive manipulation. He knew very well how you reacted to his charm and he had no qualms about using it to gain your sexual compliance. "Oh, you know, quiet as Hell can be." You sat across from him on an armchair and smirked at the bittersweet domestic feeling as his shadow appeared next to you with a tea cup and a small bowl of sugar cubes. You scratched its shadowy scalp with gratitude as you took the offered drink, "And thank you for the company lately", you cooed to its delighted purrs. 

Alastor cleared his throat to get both of your attention as he began, "Yes, well”, he suddenly appeared in front of your chair and bent down to your eye level, "your protection would prove much easier if you would simply make a deal with me so that all of those pathetic weaklings would know who you belonged to." You didn't miss how his voice deepened into a static-filled threat but that didn't stop you from brushing away his outstretched hand as you stood up to put away your things. Of course, Alastor had been trying to get you to agree to a deal since the beginning of your...relationship(?), however, you had seen and known many people who deeply regretted making a deal with him. You knew he only wanted the same thing as every other cervid guy, regardless of how you felt about him. He didn't want a mate to love and protect. He wanted to possess the rare commodity of a breedable doe for himself.

 "I don't belong to anyone, Alastor.", you snapped, "You already give me protection from other males in exchange for my working you through your heat." He let out a dismissive chuckle when you shimmied your ample chest, but you saw the slight blush creeping across his face at the visions likely dancing through his mind. 

God, sometimes you wished there were more women deer around so that you could just live your fucking afterlife in peace. (But then, what if you'd never met Alastor and he had found another to see his ruts through?)

***

As you both headed downstairs to dinner, Alastor more so following you as was his habit during the season, you could hear Charlie loudly speaking to someone.

"Great! Well let's head o-", she was cut off by your entrance into the lobby which revealed a large figure sporting an impressive set of thick antlers. You could feel Alastor stiffen and tighten his hold on your shoulders. The scent of the visitor told you why. It was definitely another male deer, also nearing his heat like Alastor, and it was obvious that he must've followed your feminine smell here. Charlie began to walk towards you with a large smile, "Oh, hey there! I was actually just about to show our newest guest", she gestured in the stranger’s direction, "a tour and I'd love you to join us as other deer demons." She had a hopeful bounce in her step, "This is James.", who nodded and began to look you up and down with intensity. 

"Yes, I'm very interested in what your hotel may offer, Ms. Charlie." He was wearing a loose-fitting flannel shirt with his sleeves rolled up and a pair of worn jeans, but you could tell that he was absolutely jacked. His forearms alone looked like freaking tree trunks and he was easily taller than even Alastor with an equally enticing scent that made your stomach flip. James had begun to move further in your direction, however, a loud growl ripped through the lobby as ear-splitting static made everyone turn to its source behind you. 

"I'm afraid we've no vacancies at the moment.", he snarled, "Allow me to escort you towards the exit." Alastor had already begun to grow into his demonic form and used his shadow tendrils to violently eject the large buck onto the front lawn before anyone could make a sound. 

Charlie quickly darted after the two males, followed by you, only to be confronted by an impossibly odd sight. James stood tall without a scratch or sign of fear on him in the face of a giant, demonic Alastor. He even looked like he was all too happy to clap back with a strong, demonic aura of his own. However, the princess halted Alastor's intended strike with a burst of flames and a disappointed comment at his attitude towards a potential guest. And immediately apologized to James as she whirled around him checking for injuries, but none were to be found. 

Did Alastor take it easy on this guy? Why? He's always simply killed potential rival suitors, this one in his territory no less, so, why was he still alive?!

Charlie returned to the lobby, leading James by his massive arm, and proceeded to ask, a very pissed-looking, Alastor to fix the now broken doors as she led the two of you on a tour of the hotel. You could feel both James' smile and Alastor's silent rage boring into the back of your head as you walked with a clueless Charlie.

***

The intense air of murderous intent in between the two male cervids had only gotten worse over the next week after freaking deer Paul Bunion was placed in a room next to yours, which was across from Alastor’s. Charlie thought you'd be able to better connect another deer demon and maybe help him if needed, though she had no idea about the conflict she had placed in your lap.

James commented, during a group share circle, that he assumed that he was a Canadian reindeer, who was relatively new to Hell. He also made it clear that he simply didn't know, or care, who the Radio Demon was. The two constantly locked horns, both physically and metaphorically as the countdown to the rutting season was running out. You also found out through Angel Dust that Alastor was absolutely forbidden from using his power to injure a resident of the hotel. 

Which you assumed was why he didn't simply wipe James off the concrete outside like a pancake off a hot griddle. 

However, this didn't stop Alastor from staking his claim on you in other ways. For instance, he always had to have a hand on you somewhere. On your knee during group talks on the lobby couch, on your shoulder while you ate a meal, and on your lower back when he walked you from room to room. James didn’t seem to give too much of a fuck as he frequently kept at your other side and proceeded to continuously compliment you, give you small gifts, or make a particularly chapped joke that you couldn’t help but giggle and blush at. Of course, that usually resulted in being pulled closer into Alastor’s side away from the other male as he snarled and rubbed his face into your hair to try and mark you with his scent.  

You couldn’t lie. You very much enjoyed the attention of the two strong males as they vied for your affection and mating rights.

One early morning, while Alastor was forced to leave your side, in order to attend an overlord meeting, James found you in your rose garden behind the hotel and offered to help you plant your new buds. After a few minutes of digging and placing the rose roots, he spoke up, “Can I ask if youse and Alastor are an item?”. He smiled at your blushing expression and continued, “Not to offend ma’am, but I’d like to show you what a true buck is.”

Your eye twitched a bit at the insult towards Alastor, but you remained calm, “It's… complicated between us.”. James simply leaned in and smiled encouragingly, “Alastor isn’t exactly into relationships, but he takes care of me during the rut season.” 

“What about the rest of the time?”, he asked while bringing his face practically an inch from yours, “Does he make you feel like the forest queen you are? Or does he simply forget you until he needs something from you?” His steel eyes brightened in victory at your affirming face toward his questions, “I-I…um…”, you tried to defend your reasons for continuously coming back to Alastor again and again even though he couldn't care less about you during the rest of the year. 

He held your hand tenderly in one of his, while also cupping your cheek with the other and whispered, “Let me give you what you deserve, sweetheart. Love not possession. Tenderness, not indifference.” You were so absolutely enthralled by his deep voice and his potent musk that you could only stare blankly as he finally leaned in and softly pressed his lips against your own.

***

Hey, Again this is just some drama and relationship writing practice for a beginner class I'm taking.

-SSPR

[princessbellecerise]

Prove It To You

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summary | You and your betrothed, Jacaerys Velaryon, are a love match. A feat that has upset many of the people vying for your hand, including Jason Lannister. When he makes a snide comment about Jacaerys not knowing how to please you properly, it’s up to the future king to prove him wrong

warnings | smut, slight insecure!jace, fingering, creampie, betrothed!jace, loss of virginity (m. and f.)

this fic is eighteen plus. minors please do not enter

divider by @princessbellecerise

In your day and age, finding a love match was extremely rare.

In fact, it was often considered a miracle just to find a couple that could tolerate each other, let alone love one another and look forward to marriage, like you and Jacaerys did.

You supposed that was why your match was often celebrated, your betrothed’s own grandsire, the king of all people, calling for an elaborate feast just to congratulate the two of you.

From all over, Lords and Ladies from the great houses travelled to King’s Landing to bestow their best wishes upon you and Jace. Some genuinely happy for the two of you, some surprised, and some even…bitter that it wasn’t them.

Despite all your protests, you and Jacaerys had been the center of attention all night which was hard for two people as reserved as you were. You supposed you were at least grateful to have your lover by you side, holding his hand under the table so that you were not alone in your discomfort.

Every time some drunk Lord gave a toast or sloppily congratulated you, all eyes would be on the two of you. And every time, you wanted to bury your head in Jace’s shoulder to shy away from the attention.

It was so embarrassing to have people constantly looking at you, whispering their doubts and their gossip. No doubt people were pitying all of the unlucky gentleman you had declined just to be with Jace. Of course, no one would dare speak ill of the future king, but the curiosity as to why you picked him out of all your suitors still lingered.

After all, you had every man from Dorne to Casterly Rock asking for your hand, and yet you chose the sweet, quiet prince who many even hesitated to call him that.

Much to your dismay, the rumors of Jace and his parentage were still active even all these years later. Even when the king himself had named him as an heir, people still wondered. And for many people, especially the men that you had rejected, it made them feel as if your match was a bit…umbecoming.

After all, it was one thing to lose the most beautiful maiden in all of the land to a prince, but to an illegitimate one? Some people that believed the rumors just couldn’t handle that type of rejection.

Some people like Jason Lannister.

The man was sat a couple of seats down from you, but even with how loud it was, his voice still managed to stick out from the crowd. He was as loud as the roar of his family’s sigil, and it was hard to block out all of his jests and drunk comments from where you were seated.

Under the table, your grip on Jace had tightened the more Lord Lannister talked. It was like you were taking your anger at his snide comments out on Jace’s poor flesh, but the prince did not mind. In fact, he was too busy clenching his own fist to notice that it was yours causing him pain. The diplomatic smile on his face began to slip a little bit the more that miserable man ran his mouth.

God’s forgive him—Jace was trying his very best not to kill him.

“And then I said: I’ll buy you a bloody dragon if that’s what you want, but I guess the lady wishes to be with one that has true blood running through his veins.”

The whole section around the Lannister burst out laughing, but you didn’t find his commentary of your last interaction entertaining, and neither did Jace. His jaw ticked, obvious annoyance in his eyes as you shared a look. It was hard to miss the slight dig Lord Lannister had thrown at him by adding in true blood.

A dig that made Jace uncomfortable, just as he always was when someone even remotely questioned who his parents were.

A few seats over, you could see that you weren’t the only ones barely hanging on to your diplomatic smile as Princess Rhaenyra struggle to even lift the corner of her lips at Jason’s recount. Much like her son, she did not like it when people brought up who the father of her children was. And understandably so—as it wasn’t their business who the Princess chose to father her heirs.

You yourself somehow always knew the truth, despite Jace never really talking about it with you. But with the resemblance to Harwin Strong as clear as day, you knew that he wasn’t of any Velaryon blood. Not that you minded though, because if he was, he wouldn’t really be your Jace.

Sweet, kind, and more gentle than any of those other Lords that had approached you combined. Your Jace that was patient and…

Positively about to lose his mind as Jason Lannister made another remark.

“I think it is good, you know. That Lady Y/N choose the prince, because honestly we all know that I can be a bit much at times,” Everyone laughed and agreed at this. But Jason wasn’t finished. “No, no, I think it’s extremely fitting that she chose him, because Y/N is a simple woman and she needs to be with someone…unexperienced to match her naïveté. Gods knows I’ve made plenty of rounds in my days, but Prince Jacaerys is noble enough to never experience such things. A good thing for his future wife, I suppose. Or bad depending on how many children she should want.”

Laughter immediately rang out at the last few parts, and Jace turned beet red as Lord Lannister all but insinuated that he wouldn’t know to…um…satisfy your needs.

Your jaw dropped at the crude comment, disguised as a joke that many deemed funny. You even caught the king and his sons chuckling a little bit, which was the only reason you couldn’t physically do anything about what he said. It was just harmless teasing, that was all. But you knew more than anyone that Jace wouldn’t take it that way.

And you were right.

Your lover had always been quite sensitive, but especially when it came to you and your relationship. He already possessed many self-doubts because his kind nature held him back, often prompting Jace to believe that he was weak. Which was the last thing he was, you assured him, but sometimes when an idea was in his head it was hard to get rid of it.

Which was why the minute Jacaerys believed that Lord Lannister was making a mockery of him, he got angry. And suddenly the warm grip that had been keeping you grounded all night was gone, and you watched with a thumping heart as Jacaerys stood up.

His fists slammed angrily against the table, which caused you to flinch and the silverware to clatter underneath his force. Immediately, the sound of his chair scraping had silence bestowing over the crowd of nobles, everyone’s eyes on him as he stood there.

Worriedly, you looked up at Jace and you hoped that he wasn’t about to cause a scene, possibly jumping across the table to strangle Jason Lannister. It sure looked that way, so you tried to calm him down by standing up as well, gently whispering in his ear,

“Jace, my love. It is all right. Let him mock and let us just sit back down, alright?”

A comforting hand was placed at the small of his back, but even your gentle touch couldn’t shake the anger and embarrassment he felt. With everyone looking at him, whispers began to rise. Rhaenyra’s face dropped as her son turned beet red.

“Is something the matter?” The king asked, and that seemed to be the only thing that could finally snap Jace out of his trance.

The prince looked at his Grandsire, and he was oddly calm as he moved his lips.

“I am fine, your grace,” Jace insisted through a tight smile, his eyes not reflecting the emotions he was putting out. “I’m just a little bit overwhelmed, that is all. All of the attention tonight has clouded my head and I think I shall head to my chambers before I gain a headache. If that is alright with his grace.”

“Yes, of course,” Ever having the soft spot for Rhaenyra and her children, Viserys dismissed him from the feast and Jace took off at a pace faster than you had ever seen him walk.

He stormed out of the grand dining room, and that left only you, the center of attention now that your betrothed was gone.

“I…” Your eyes were steadily focused on Jace’s disappearing back, and you knew in your heart that you had to go after him. To make sure that he was okay, because you knew how these kinds of things got to him. “Is it all right if I be excused as well, your grace?” You asked as kindly as you could, throwing in, “I don’t believe I’m feeling very well either,” so that no one would be too suspicious of you going after Jace.

Of course, it was probably obvious what you intended to do but Viserys dismissed you anyways. So, you quickly bowed and then headed after your lover as fast as your feet could take you.

Jacaerys hadn’t left that far before you, so it was easy enough to catch up to him, slipping in behind him right as he prepared to close the doors to his chamber.

The wooden locks clicked into place and now you were stuck there with him as Jacaerys looked at you with his jaw slightly dropped.

“My love, what are you—”

“I had to see if you were all right,” You told him quickly, quieting your voice as if there was anyone but him around to hear you. “You…left dinner quite early and quite abruptly,” You added, “So I wanted to make sure that Lord Lannister didn’t hurt your feelings too badly with his poor jests.”

At this, you weren’t expecting Jacaerys to scoff at your words. You were surprised when he looked at you fiercely, the look in his eyes one that you had never seen before.

Pure anger.

“It is not my feelings that I’m concerned about,” He then told you, shaking his head, “But rather yours, and what you might feel towards me after his…implications.”

“His implications?” You rose a sudden eyebrow at this, extremely confused as to what Jacaerys was trying to say. “And what exactly did Jason Lannister imply that would effect my feelings towards you?”

“Well isn’t it obvious?” It wasn’t. “He was trying to imply that I won’t know how to fuck my own wife! The nerve he has, saying that to your face. I am sure he hoped it would steer you away from me to soothe his own ego, but I assure you, sweet darling, that while I am inexperienced, I am still well-versed on how to please a lady. I have read many books—”

“Jacaerys!”

You cut him off as heat flooded to your cheeks, which luckily he wasn’t able to see. A burning feeling traveled through your body at such lewd words, words that you had never heard escape from his mouth before. Never in the presence of you or any other lady for that matter.

Words that…sent a flaming desire straight to your core.

“Oh gods,” As if he suddenly realized what he had said, Jacaerys backed away and covered his mouth bashfully. In the heat of the moment, he had ranted entirely too much and now he had flustered his poor betrothed, who looked like she didn’t know what to do with herself as she looked at him. “My darling, I am so sorry. I did not mean—”

You cut him off with a giggle and Jacaerys was floored when you started laughing at his rambling rather than scolding him. Laughing as if what he had just said wasn’t inappropriate, and entirely not a conversation he should be having with you while you were unwed and alone in his chambers.

But alas, you did not seem to mind as you walked up to him and placed your hand in his. Jacaerys felt his cheeks heat up as his sheepish gaze met yours, but you were nothing less than amused as you said, “My dear prince, it is quite alright. I do not mind if you speak of such things with me.”

“But—”

“In fact,” You ignored his protesting and kept going, the burning sensation of your core egging you on. “I quite…liked hearing you say those kinds of words.”

“You did?” The disbelief was evident on his face. Jacaerys couldn’t hide his shock as you shyly nodded, giving his hand a tight squeeze.

“I think it is exciting that you think of me that way,” You confessed, slowly bringing your body closer to his. Jacaerys nearly lost his breath as your head craned to look at him, your eyelashes batting innocently. “That you’ve thought enough about us making love that you actually gained knowledge on how to do it properly.”

“I did,” Jace confirms with a bob of his throat. A twitch of his cock at how close your bodies were. “I read…I read all about it. I even asked…a few knights about it so that I could make sure I did it correctly. When the time comes, of course.”

“Is that so?” You purred as you ghosted your lips against his, Jace taking in a sharp intake of breath from the action. His body was screaming at him to just close that gap between the two of you, to kiss you make all his desires melt away. But his mind…the lessons that he had drilled into his head since childbirth, held him back.

Jace knew more than anyone that there was a certain order to these things; that he had to be gentleman to the very last second until you were wed. That he had to be patient and most importantly, not think about all the dirty things he wanted to do to you in that moment.

It was improper.

You knew it, and he did too. But somehow, as your lips and his own desire tempted him, Jace for once in his life seemed to not care for the rules.

“Yes,” He breathed out in ecstasy as his mind finally sunk out of reason, giving into the temptation that claimed most men. He looked down at you and then he uttered the words he knew would cause him nothing but trouble.

“Would you like me to prove it to you, my darling?” He asked. And you, having become just as eager as he was, nodded.

“Yes, my prince.” You all but begged him.

And so it was sealed. Jace’s lips met yours in a swift kiss, hot and passionate as you tangled your fingers in his hair. Jace moaned as you tugged, a way to bring him closer without saying the words. Quickly, your lover complied and Jacaerys moaned in your mouth as your body pressed against his.

Likewise, you let out a small gasp as the feeling of his hard member brushed over your thigh. You knew that men got…excited while doing certain acts, but you certainly never witnessed it before and you never expected it to turn you on like it did.

Jace’s arousal only triggered your own, something in between your legs beginning to stir as you deepened the kiss.

Almost involuntarily, your thighs began to grind together causing Jace to smile lightly against your lips and hold you even closer. With clammy hands, he pressed down on your waist and managed to guide your body towards his bed without breaking the kiss. Then, once your back hit the soft fabrics of his sheets, he pulled away and crawled on top of you.

Soft brown eyes met yours and you could see that Jace’s pupils were blown with desire. Lust, an emotion you’d never seen so prominent before, danced across his face and promoted him to reach out and trace the soft curves of your cheeks. He leaned down to kiss them both, and when he whispered in your ear how much he loved you, you couldn’t stop the shiver that ran down your spine.

You needed him, and you needed him badly. Your body was aching in way that you never thought was possible before, every fiber in your being craving Jace. Your most intimate parts were throbbing for him, and you wanted him to touch you before the sensation drove you wild. So, in a quick desperation, you grabbed his hand and placed it on your chest.

Jace looked surprised as you did, shocked by the desperate look in your eyes. He had never imagined that you’d want him as much he wanted you, but alas, he wasn’t going to question it. Like a good boy, he started to comply with your silent request and gently massaged the clothed flesh underneath, his actions causing you to gasp a little bit.

You looked at Jace and the feeling felt nice but—you wanted more. Hastily, you grabbed his hand again and brought it down to ghost over the strings of your dress, already beginning to undo the laces before Jacaerys quickly helped.

Together, you managed to get the tight fabric loosened and Jace nearly drooled as your breast popped out. The sweet sight of your exposed flesh caused his cock to twitch, wanting nothing more than to lean in and capture your breast in his mouth. He wanted to touch you and he wanted to explore you so bad, so that’s what he did.

He left the bottom half of your body clothed so that he could take one of your hardened nipples into his mouth, the new sensation taking you by shock. You gasped as Jace’s lips wrapped around your bud, licking and sucking and causing you to moan as you tangled your hands in his hair.

Never had you ever experienced the pleasure of someone sucking on your breasts before, and Jace looked up to see that you had fluttered your eyes shut in pleasure, a smile on your face.

Clearly, you were enjoying his actions which made him a bit more confident as he moved to your other bud. He took that one in his mouth and left sweet marks you’d have to cover in the morning. Licking and marking your chest so that you may remember who you belonged to, and the pleasure that he caused you.

Jace knew you wouldn’t forget; not after what else he had planned for you. After this, he was going to make sure his beloved knew in her heart and soul that the man she was going to marry was more than capable of pleasuring her.

Not that you ever doubted him anyways, but you were throughly shocked when Jace abandoned your chest for something a little more exciting. For something he had learned from Daemon in secret; a sure fire way to get any lady riled up.

Jace trusted his uncle and you trusted him, so when he started to pull the rest of your dress down you didn’t resist him. In fact, you aided him by lifting your hips up, eager to get the restricting fabric off. It felt like it was choking you even though your chest was already exposed. Restricting you from experiencing what you really wanted; what Jace was desperate to show you.

You could see it in his face that he was determined, biting his lip as he glanced your body over. By now, you were fully naked below him and your cunt throbbed as the cool air lapped against it. It caused you to shiver and look at Jace with a questioning look in your eyes, wondering what else he had in store for you.

Fortunately, Jace was generous lover and he didn’t keep you waiting long. Which was why he leaned back down to connect your lips together.

The kiss was hot, desperation spilling over like lava from an active volcano. It burned both you and Jace but the sting felt so good, especially when he started to use his fingers to trace your body.

Ever so lightly, he trailed down and your hips bucked a little as he brushed some of your sweet spots. The spots on your body that had you trembling a little, white hot desire flashing in your stomach.

You didn’t stop him as Jacaerys trailed his fingers lower and lower, but you had to admit that you were nervous. His lips helped a little bit, but the nerves you felt from being touched for the very first time seemed to eat you alive.

You were glad Jace took the liberty of studying before hand because you would have no idea what to do. You let him take control and it was obvious that Jace was grateful as he pulled away from your lips.

Slightly swollen, he curved them into a smile and lingered just below your belly button. Tempting you with his feather-light touches, dazzling you with those big brown eyes.

You swore your heart was going to burst in your chest from all the love and excitement you felt, and you were sure Jacaerys felt the same. You hadn’t the courage to fully look at him yet, but you caught glances of the way his cock was straining against his dress pants. Thick and hard, a fact that made you both nervous and eager.

Slowly, your body grew hot and your mind went blank as Jace leaned down to nibble on your ear. Sighing lightly, you wrapped your arms around his neck and shivered when he began to speak.

“Sweet girl, would you like for me to show you what I’ve learned now?” He all but purred, and you couldn’t stop the embarrassingly quick nod that came from after, nor the clench of your thighs as your core throbbed.

“Please—” You rasped out the word like a begger on the streets asking for favor. Only, it wasn’t food or gold that you were seeking.

You wanted him, and only him as you stared up at Jacaerys. Your E/C eyes met his dark brown ones and you could see them twinkling as he smiled at you, obviously pleased with your answer.

“Hm,” He pretended to think about it for a moment which nearly killed you with anticipation. You bit your lip as his fingers danced dangerously close to your heat, obviously teasing you which you hated.

Luckily though, Jacaerys had never been a cruel man, so it was only a few more seconds of torture before he gave in to your desires. “As you wish then, my love,” He decided, and then his fingers dropped to a place that only he could touch.

“Jacaerys—”

You mewled as his slender fingers rubbed your aching core, gasping when he brushed over your bundle of nerves and then crying out as Jace pushed a finger inside of you.

You were wet, so it was easy for him to sink into your cunt but it didn’t make the stretch any less uncomfortable.

Tears kissed your eyes since you had never had anyone’s fingers inside of your cunt, not even your own, but Jacaerys was quick to soothe you with a simple praise. He whispered how proud of you he was for taking him, encouraging you on until he sunk deeper and deeper.

Your tight cunt welcomed his digit reluctantly, but eventually Jace was able to put his whole finger inside of you and he took note of how tight you were. Something in his brain couldn’t stop thinking about how much he wanted it to be his cock that you clenched around, but as agonizing as it was to have to wait, he knew that this was a crucial step for you.

So, slowly he began to pump his digit in and out, looking for any sign of discomfort from you. He held your gaze and while it did sting just a little bit, you couldn’t deny that the foreign sensation also felt…kind of good.

You’d never felt anything like it, but it made your walls clench in ways that had you moaning a little. Jace took this as a sign that you liked what he was doing and kept going, something inside of you began to awaken. Pleasure, perhaps, stirring inside of your cunt as Jace pleased you just the way he had learned.

You were gasping and groaning, your mouth forming into an ‘o’ shape when Jace’s finger brushed against a particularly sensitive part inside of your sex. Involuntarily, your hips bucked off of the bed, your back curling to the point where Jace had to hold you down.

He licked his lips as your delicious moans filled his ears and decided all of a sudden that you were ready for more.

Slowly, he sank his middle finger into you and then began to quicken his pace. The added digit surprised you, but it was definitely welcomed by your fluttering cunt. And fuck—you never knew anything could feel this good, broken moans slipping through your lips as Jacaerys assaulted the most sensitive parts of you. His thumb rubbed pleasureful circles against your pearl while his middle and index fingers brushed against your sweet spot over and over again. It seemed that Jace had found just the right angle to please you, and whatever it was had you gasping for breath.

It felt so good and it caused your cunt to clench around him, Jace panting as a tight feeling built up in your stomach. It almost…it almost felt like there was something inside of you that was going to burst, like a dam threatening to overflow at any moment. It built and it built, waves of pleasure lapping over you the more Jace played with your pearl. The combination of him hitting your sweet spot and doing that was enough to send you over the edge, and a strange volcano of bliss erupted over through body.

“Mhmm, Jace! Oh, gods! I’m gonna—”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence as suddenly, your very first orgasm rushed over you and stole the very breath from your lungs. You nearly stopped breathing as your cunt clamped down on Jace’s fingers, your sweet arousal coating the digits and the sheets underneath you. No doubt they were drenched from the sin that Jace had just pulled from your body, but that was the absolute least of your concerns.

Your were more worried about the fact that your mind had gone blank, your eyes hazy as you experienced the foreign pleasure.

It caused your body to nearly go limp and you were mumbling incoherent nonsense as Jace watched you. Brown eyes drank in every single detail that was in front of him, burning the image of your sweet cunt coated with your juices in his head. Coated with your orgasm that he pulled from you, despite never even laying with a woman before.

To say he was proud of himself was an understatement. Jace was so happy that he made you come undone with his fingers, but he was so hard that he could barely find it in himself to gloat.

Not when his cock was still straining against his trousers, reminding Jace that the best was yet to come.

His fingers had only been round one. But—you quickly realized that there was more in store for you as Jace began to get undressed.

One by one, you watched with anxious eyes as each article of Jace’s dress clothes came off. First his tunic which had you staring at his defined chest, then his belt which had you trembling in anticipation.

Finally, when Jace’s trousers came off and he was as bare as you were in the moment, you held your breath as your eyes focused on his hardened length.

It was the first time you had ever seen a man in such a way and Jace’s cock intimidated you. It stood tall against his stomach, almost taunting you as he walked closer.

As if he could sense your nerves, Jace’s expression turned to one of sweetness and reassurance as the prince mounted you and positioned himself near your entrance.

Slowly, he began to stroke the tip of his cock against your folds which caused you to pant heavily. You wrapped your legs around his waist like it was instinct, and Jace’s right hand came up in order to loving stroke your face.

He stared into your eyes, and then he began to push himself in.

The pain that everyone described wasn’t so bad, especially not when Jace had already warmed you up. In fact, you were pleasantly surprised that it was no more than a slight sting, that died down as Jace stilled his hips inside of you.

He waited until you were more comfortable to start moving, looking at for the slightest signs to stop. He was always so sweet, your dear betrothed. So loving and gentle with you.

But now, it was time to be anything but.

The ache you had for him was becoming unbearable so you moved your hips to let him know it was okay. Holding on tight as he began to push past your barriers, your walls and hands gripping him tight.

Jacaerys groaned at the feeling once he was fully sheathed inside of you. So tight—fuck, you were so warm. He swore that you were sucking him in, already on the path to milk him dry.

He felt like he was going to come and not that the prince had any complaints, but he wanted to last longer for you. To make your first time special, so he held on and slowly moved his hips.

His pace allowed you to feel everything, every drag of his cock along your walls. It caused illicit moans to escape from your lips and your fingernails to dig into his back.

Jacaerys winced a little at the feeling but you didn’t notice due to the pleasure clouding your senses. The only thing you could focus on was the fact that his cock was hitting spots inside of you that you didn’t even know existed.

So good—so sweet. Your prince was all yours, and you proved this by leaving small marks on his shoulder.

If anyone asked, Jace would simply tell them they were bites from bugs. Never would he reveal your secret, for he knew what the two of you were doing was forbidden.

But he didn’t care.

The future king didn’t understand how something so wrong could feel so right. It truly felt like you were made for him; born to take his cock for all eternity.

The thought of this caused Jacaerys to snap his hips more violently. His pace sped up and soon his cock was driving in and out with lewd sounds filling the room. The sound your wetness coating his cock became all that he could focus on, his own moans echoing throughout the room as he chased his peak.

Likewise, you were mewling underneath him, eyes closed in bliss. The feeling of him inside of you caused pressure to build in your stomach, which only accentuated when he reached down to play with your pearl.

Gasping, your eyes shot open and you moaned while Jacaerys held your gaze. He was confident in the way he moved his fingers, trusting his uncle and the books that provided his knowledge. Every source he sought out said that this would be action that brung you to your peak, this would make you come undone.

And Gods, how right they were.

Jacaerys watched as you began to writhe underneath him and how your eyes rolled to the back of your head the faster that he played with your sex. He toyed with all of the spots that made you feel good while simultaneously keeping his pace, rocking in and out of you.

It felt so good that you could hardly breathe, let alone think straight as you let out a shout and came without another warning.

Your legs locked up, your cunt clenching down on him and you held onto Jacaerys’ body for dear life as you moaned and writhed underneath him. Your eyes fell to the back of your head and sure enough, not even a second later Jace was joining you with his own peak.

The prince closed his eyes, breathing heavily as he joined your hands together before letting his seed coat your walls.

Nevermind the consequences or the fact that you weren’t even married yet, Jace just wanted to feel you and he did. He made sure that the two of you were as close as possible, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck and burying himself as deep he could go.

He whispered sweet nothings in your ear and you drank them in, drank him in as a warm feeling coated your body. You were breathing heavily and you had never felt so sweaty, but you were content laying underneath Jacaerys and looking into his eyes.

At that moment, nothing else mattered to you and when his lips captured yours, you felt complete.

A little sore, but it didn’t matter as Jacaerys pulled away and stroked your face.

“Are you alright, my love?” He asked softly, and you nodded as a smile crossed your face.

“I’ve never been better,” You told him honestly. “That was…amazing.”

“I’m glad I was able to prove myself then,” Jacaerys said, and you both let out a laugh as he pulled himself out of you, rolling over so he could lay by your side.

You had to admit, you felt a little empty now that he was no longer inside of you but the warmth of his body was quickly able to make up for it. Jacaerys wrapped his arms around you, allowing you to lay on his chest whilst you both caught your breath.

You both knew that you only had limited time to hold one another other, since the feast was still raging on and neither of you wanted to be gone for too long. It would be too suspicious so the time that you did have, you cherished it in silence until finally it was time to get dressed.

Your cheeks were hot the entire time you slipped your dress back on and the smile never once left your face. You were so happy, you felt like you could barely contain yourself as you faced Jacaerys again.

Soft hands cupped your face and brown eyes met yours. Jacaerys leaned in to kiss you and you let him, resting your forehead on his as you sighed.

“Back to the monkey fest we go,” You told him sadly, not wanting to go back. You wanted nothing more than to just stay with Jacaerys and lay in his arms forever. You just wanted to be married already and never have to leave your chambers again if you didn’t want to. And you could tell that Jace felt the same way, but you both knew it wasn’t possible. Not tonight, at least.

“We shall be married soon enough, my love, and next time we won’t have to,” Jace promised as he grabbed your hands. They fit perfectly together, and you smiled as he kissed the back of yours. “Next time, we will not invite Jason Lannister and there shall be no more questions as to if I can please my wife.”

There was still distain in his voice and you knew he was still irritated by Jason’s comments. You’d be lying if you said that you weren’t upset too, but after what just happened, you knew you didn’t have anything to worry about.

“I think you’ve already proved that plenty,” You told Jace, giggling.

He smiled.

“Come. Let us go back before they come searching for us,” He suggested, and then off you two went, unable to wipe the smiles off of your faces, and the look that Jace threw towards the eldest Lannister once you got back to the feast was full of smugness, knowing that he proved him wrong and that his future bride had absolutely nothing to worry about.

[feyascorner]

wish you would look at me

summary. convinced that you’re in love with another, when you approach him with a serious expression, he readies himself for the inevitable—rejection. but is it ever that simple?

pairing. astarion x GN!reader

warnings. light angst, fluff

a/n. this is inspired by the ppl who have love triangles w gale and astarion in act 2 and what he says if you pick him bec when I saw that I almost cried pls let him be happy

If you asked him a few weeks ago, he’d laugh at the mere suggestion that he could ever be jealous of someone like Gale. That blasted wizard couldn't go four steps before begging for a magical shoe or pathetically limping his way behind the rest of the group while you frantically searched for the said shoe. And when he found out the wizard was a few errors away from exploding, somehow Astarion felt even more pity (not really) for the lad.

Yet here he was.

He’s not sure when the hell you and Gale had gotten so chummy, but it rubbed him the wrong way. Even if his expression would never show it. He sips at his wine while Karlach and Wyll continue to chat about God knows what, too busy peering from the corner of his eyes as you lean into Gale’s shoulders to look closer at the book he was holding.

Perhaps the tadpole had finally made you lose your mind. He'd almost dropped his goblet when you denied his invitation to his tent tonight, spouting the excuse that you'd asked Gale to help you with something, and now this?

God knows why you ever found the wizard charming. If Gale could do something, he could too—much better, in fact. He was sure of it.

His grip tightens around the goblet when he hears you laugh.

Sure, his original intentions for approaching you had been less than noble…and he might have seduced you for more selfish reasons than you originally knew, but as much as he hated himself for it, he'd grown rather fond of you. In his own way, of course.

He’d only realized that the anxious squirming in his stomach was not of fear but of affection when you'd defended him from that vile drow at Moonrise Towers. He'd half expected you to ask him to throw himself at her, yet you stood your ground, showing nothing but respect to his own boundaries while you failed to realize that he'd deceived your own.

He truly had no reason to feel this way. He was selfish, he knew, for feeling so possessive because not once had the two of you established being exclusive. Though you'd respected him, you saw him for just that. A friend to respect, and nothing more. Sure, you'd spent a few nights together, but it was a mindless night of passion and he knew he'd continue to be your fling until you found another to truly love. He had just hoped it wouldn't be someone like Gale, of all people…or Wyll…or Shadowheart…or anyone for that matter.

He shakes his head. The wine must be getting to him. Serious relationships aren't a luxury he can afford, he reminds himself, relaxing his shoulders. He’s perfectly okay with being your ally—nothing more or nothing less. Ecstatic, even.

But when Gale flips a page of the book and both of you lean closer again—this time dangerously close—he feels a sharp pain shoot up his hand.

“Uh, Fangs, you alright there?” Karlach stares at the cracked glass in his hand and even he blinks at it in disbelief.

Apparently not.

He sighs irritably, dumping the glass elsewhere. “I’m quite alright. Seems I just need a nice comfortable mattress than a thin bedroll on the ground, but it’ll do for now.”

“Need help patching that up? You're bleeding.”

He almost laughs, if it weren't for the giggle coming from your direction. “Blood’s my specialty, darling, remember?” Without another word, he paces into his tent, closing the flap behind him for the universe signal that screams ‘don’t bother me.’

So when half an hour later, when he no longer hears the crackle of the campfire, he sees your shadow emerge from the other side of his tent flap, he squints.

“Can I come in?” He fails to respond, and hears you shuffle. “Ah, are you asleep?”

At this, he can't help but snort. You instinctively peek inside, and he runs a hand through his hair, sighing in defeat. “If I'd been asleep just how would I answer that question?”

He motions you closer and you take it as a sign to step inside, careful to avoid stepping on any of his belongings before situating yourself in front of him. “It was rhetorical, obviously!”

“Of course,” he doesn't seem convinced, lips curling into a teasing grin. “Now tell me, what brings you to my palace this late at night? Surely not for a cuddle. I'd thought you declined my offer earlier?”

Usually, you'd smile, but instead you only look down at your clasped hands, seemingly in thought. “I needed to talk to you—without everyone else watching.”

The usual brightness to your tone is missing.

Oh, he thinks. You've come to end things with him.

“Ah,” is all he says. He can tell his smile hasn't dropped, but it doesn't feel that way. “I hear you've found a new lover. Perhaps you want to keep yourself for this one, true love? How romantic, darling.”

You frown at this, and he wonders if he’s done something wrong. But it does little to stop his defense mechanisms from springing into action, because he’s immediately slipping into his usual mask, grin stretching wider but never reaching his eyes.

He hates the words coming out of his own mouth as if they taste of poison. Still, his voice is steady, almost teasing. Perks of the 200 years spent shamelessly lying, he supposes. “So, is this the end of our late night trysts? Even though they were an awful lot of fun?”

He doesn’t think he could stand watching you with that damned wizard. He doesn't even want to think about it quite frankly, because all he feels is his chest tighten when he imagines someone else holding you the way he does. And gods, if had to watch Gale’s poor attempt at flirting one more time…

But then again, you'd be with someone who doesn't manipulate you. Someone who doesn't toy with your feelings, or someone who doesn't seduce you for protection.

His smile twitches, and he just braces himself for your response.

“I’d rather be with you.”

He stares at you, eyes wider than its ever been since he'd gotten this damn worm in his brain.

“What? Why?” he blurts, embarrassingly so, before he composes himself again and clears his throat. “I mean, well, I know why—but I thought you'd had something more…with Gale.”

As much as he despises the idea, he'd seen the way you'd laughed with him. And while it was a new experience for him to be fond of another person, he'd found that these feelings had led him to rather you be happy than dragging you down with him. If it meant you wouldn't regret your choice, he’d been willing to deal with it.

So why?

“I want something real with you, Astarion,” you say softly, eyes meeting his. “I don't know if you feel the same way, but Gale and I are better off as friends, and I told him before I came here. And besides, it’d be cruel of me to lead him on while my heart is with another.”

He thinks he might have died again just now. For the first time in decades, he’s actually at a loss for words. “I—if that's what you truly want—we can try. Be lovers, I mean.”

You finally smile at his words, and Gods above if that doesn't lift the excruciating weight of the past few weeks off his shoulders. He feels the warmth of your lips when you lean forward to give him a peck on the cheek, everything happening so fast that his mind is spinning. He snaps back into focus when you pull back.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while.”

You could have—should have, done it earlier. With a smile of his own, he leads you back to him, this time planting a soft kiss on your lips. It’s short, and not nearly enough, but it’ll do for tonight.

“Well then, consider yourself wholeheartedly taken then, my dear.”

[princessbrunette]

if anyone understands having a tricky relationship with their father, it’s nate archibald. ౨ৎ

somethin small i wrote abt nate bc a few people asked. cw: daddy kink, daddy issues, smut

that distant stare of yours, that pout as you stare out over the city from his apartment window. he knows it all too well. approaches you softly with a slight sympathetic pout of his own, running a hand over your head and bringing your cheek to his chest so he can kiss the top of your head. he couldn’t give you a better father, but he could give you that guidance and love you crave so much. he could do better.

so he gives you everything — you want that dress costing an arm and a leg? it’s already hanging in your side of the closet at his apartment. you too sleepy as you sit at the kitchen table in the morning after a long night with him? he’s forking up a perfect biteful of pancake and bringing it to your lips with a grin, happy to do so. he never gets mad when you snap at him, something deeper clearly triggering such a sudden reaction— only frowning and shaking his head, closing in on you to thumb at your cheek. “whats with the attitude? somethings on your mind. talk to me.” he coo’s empathetically.

it’s not just you that noticed— blair’s smug but somewhat gleeful smile as she totters alongside nate on the street, nudging him with a sharp elbow through her maison margiela coat. “well, you know how thrilled i am for you to finally be tugging along a girl of taste. even if i have to watch you treat her like you snatched her from the cradle yourself.”

he huffs out a laugh, shooting her a confused glance, walking alongside her with his hands in his pockets. “what are you talking about? she’s like one year younger than me. nearly two.”

“age isn’t nothing but a number, nate— i’m talking about the coddling, tell me — does she call you daddy in just the bedroom or do you extend that to all hours of the day?”

“jesus— need i remind you of boundaries blair, what i do with my girlfriend is none of your business… but— no, she doesn’t call me that.”

but it stayed bouncing around his brain like a ping pong ball. started noticing all the little things, how much more you’d cling to him after an argument with your father. selfishly, he almost started wishing you’d fight more— just so he could dote on you like that. the whole ‘daddy’ thing wouldn’t be so weird right? the thought of it had him reaching down to readjust in his tight suit pants, clearing his throat. uncomfortable? yes. but sexy, crazily so.

maybe he could milk it out of you. enforce a little more guidance until you’re putty in his hand. it wouldn’t be hard, he saw the way you’d blink at him all doe eyed when he’d tell you not to stay up too late, both thumbs stroking your cheeks. he’d speak slower, calmer, stand closer, make him the only thing you can see, think about even. he was gentle, loving, held eye contact super well — too well, made your face get hot and wanna look away. made you wanna shrink, go all mushy in your brain. “hey, look at me when i talk to you sweetheart. i don’t bite, you know.” he smiles, and there’s no threat present but god you’d never disobey him. never your nate.

it finally slips out when he’s got your thighs pinned open, strong arms wrapped around them whilst he sucks on your clit. he was always good at that, making you cum. nate knew just how to destress you after a long stressful day, far too stressful for his sweet girl. he laps you up, pressing thick fingers deep inside gummy walls, dribbling over your slit.

“nnnnnn—” you can’t even get his name out, clutching a pink throw pillow.

“i know, baby.” he hums.

“daddy!” you cry, and he doesn’t even bat an eyelid as if he was expecting it. if you’d been more with it, you would have seen him bite back a proud chuckle, shoulders relaxing just a little. he keeps at it, stroking the inside of your sensitive thighs.

“thats right. tell daddy how it feels.”

[star-eyed-angels]

The Masked Ballerina

Mafia!Yunho x ballerina!reader

angst, light fluff 6k

TW: mentions of fighting, abuse, violence, swearing, weapons. As usual, please let me know if I missed something.

Please read at your own discretion.

Where Yunho's search for excitement leads him to the Ballet.

AN: Heavily inspired by the Ice On My Teeth MV. In my mind this exists in the same universe as my Mafia!Hongjoong fic. The chess lore goes hard in this one. Enjoy lovelies 🤍

Also in case anyone cares, the song reader dances to is Masquerade Suite: Maskarad at about 1:18 is when Yunho starts tapping and 1:23 is when he sees their face

MASTERLIST

It’s very rare that Yunho goes out alone. Normally he travels with his guards, a new rule put in place after the Wooyoung incident. He understands its another layer of protection in case someone decides to get a little too close. especially if one of their enemies decides to put a hit out on him. Which of course has happened more times than he can count, but his guards don’t let anyone get within talking distance. It's always kind of fun to him. Watching some dumb soldier try to charge at him. Part of Yunho wishes his guards would just let them through. That way he could have a little fun. Just the thought makes his hands twitch. God is he aching for a good fight. But he knows that would never happen. They would never allow it. It’s their sole duty to protect him. One of their eight bosses who are far too precious to lose. 

Yunho sighs at the thought. His breath coming out in front of him in the cold night air. He knows it's silly to want to get into a bit of trouble. With the power he holds he should be excited at the people who bow before him. But he can't help but want something more. A change of pace. Like tonight and his new habit of sneaking out once he knows the others are busy or sleeping. It started on a whim, his restlessness driving him over the edge. It was normally pretty bad, but this night he swore if he didn’t do something he would go insane. He found himself creeping down the hallway, waiting for just the right moment when he knew the guards would step away before making a dash to the street. He spent the next few hours wandering the city. The solitude was refreshing, not having anyone hovering over him. While it gave him a little rush the first few weeks , the thrill has already started to fade. His little nights out becoming something too close to a routine. 

He’s done his best to spice it up a bit, trying to find different routes. But with legs as long as his, there’s only so much he can do before he’s seen it all. The more he dwells on it, the worse he starts to feel. He tugs the hood of his sweater farther over his head, huffing in annoyance. With his mood slowly souring, he thinks it’s best to run back home. He finds himself turning towards the dark alley. It shouldn’t come as a surprise that he gravitates towards the shadows. He’s always been his skill, hiding in the shadows until he strikes. Of course nowadays he’s more of a boss, giving people his orders. And while it’s nice, can anyone really blame him for missing the action? I mean he’d even be happy to even do a simple hit. Give him a rookie task, hell he’ll take anything at this point. He realizes he sounds a bit like an addict. But God would it kill to have just a bit of excitement in his life? 

He turns to walk into the alley. He's so distracted he doesn't pay attention to the figure hiding in the shadows. 

“Hold it.” a voice calls out.

He’s pinned swiftly against a wall. A small breath knocked out of him, as he stumbles into it.

Yunho looks down to see a gun pointed at his chest. He’s so caught off guard it takes him a second to register what he’s looking at. His eyes trail up the arm holding the gun, finding a masked figure in front of him. At Least a head shorter than him and clearly in way over their head. 

He looks up at the sky, a baffled smile finding its way onto his face.

This isn’t what I meant.

If Yunho didn’t know any better he’d think he’s in a comedy movie. One where he’s the bud of all the jokes. 

“I wouldn’t be laughing if I were you,”

Ah yes the tiny thief. 

Yunho looks back down, the person digging the gun into his chest. He only blinks in response.

“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be,” they snap, “Just give me your money and no one has to get hurt.”

Yunho grabs the hand holding the gun, nudging it out of the way. 

“I don’t have any money. Now if you’ll excuse me-” he starts to say, but is swiftly cut off.

“What? Are you stupid, I said-”

Yunho rolls his eyes, any other night he’d probably entertain the idea of a brawl. But tonight he’s tired and just wants to be back home. This person clearly either doesn’t know what they’re getting themselves into. He supposes it’s the plain clothes he chose to wear out that make him somewhat unrecognizable. That and the fact that he doesn’t have his usual entourage hanging around him. 

Before they can get another word out he grips their arm, raising the gun up to the sky. He tugs the thief towards him, forcing them to stumble into his chest. They gasp in shock, grip loosening on the gun with the movement. Yunho pulls it away with ease, disarming it and dropping the remaining bullet in a single breath.

“What the fuck,” the masked figure says, clearly bewildered.

They look up, staring wide eyed up at him. It’s only then that Yunho takes notice of their eyes. One a normal color. And the other a stark contrast. Gray in color, mirroring the dark clouds above the pair. The snow continues to fall around the two, silence filling the air. It's in this brief moment that he’s able to really look at them. In the small window of the ski mask he sees the bruises around their eye, the skin clearly swollen and discolored with a black eye. It's easy enough to guess that a person must have given it to them, he’s seen enough beatings to know. As bad as he feels, he doesn’t have the energy for this. 

“Look. It’s been a long day. I’m tired,” he starts softly. 

Yunho calmly lowers their arm, dropping the gun into their open palm. He takes a step backwards, de-escalating the situation. 

“I’m just trying to go home,” 

The thief looks down at the gun in their hand briefly. They glance back up at him, eyes now teary. 

Yunho gives them a tight lipped smile, gently letting them go. He walks past them, the thief, turns only able to watch in shocked silence. Yunho only makes it a few steps away before he feels the need to stop. He can’t explain it, but there’s a nagging tug he feels in his mind. 

He turns to face the thief, who stands there silently, still watching him. They somehow look smaller like this, vulnerable, defeated. He thinks back to the bruising he saw underneath the mask. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know something is more is going on than just a petty crime. 

“For what it’s worth, I hope whatever it is you’re going through gets better,” he says sincerely. 

Despite the actions of the masked figure, he understands what it’s like. Desperation is an old friend of his. A friend that led him down an uncertain path, that thankfully ended in his favor. But he knows it isn't that way for everyone. He gives them one last smile, hoping it conveys more than what his words would.

“Have a good night”. 

With that he turns around continuing to walk down the alley. The thief continues to watch him go, watching him disappear into the cold night.

Yunho’s walks don’t last another week. He’d been able to squeeze in two more days of walking before he’d given up. Far too bored. The short-lived adventure was nice while it lasted. But again he finds himself looking for something else, something outside of his normal routine. 

That's how he finds himself squished into a small seat, front row to a ballet Jongho had been begging to see. Something very common for their household. He’d only tagged along because Seonghwa had to miss it, a last minute meeting with Hongjoong and another group.

And while this isn’t his usual thing, he will admit the show is quite good. To his right, San is clearly not as impressed, He’s only become more restless as the first hour passed by. Now practically squirming in his seat. He leans forward in his seat, glancing around at the others.

“Do we have to sit through this whole thing?” San asks, doing a poor job at whispering. 

“Shhh,” Jongho says from his left side. 

“Is it at least almost over?” he prods.

“Shhh!” Jongho shushes, louder than the first time. 

“But it's boring,” he says, having given up on whispering all together. 

Jongho leans forward in his own seat, shooting daggers at San. 

“It’s not boring, you just don’t know how to appreciate art,” he snaps. He gives one last glare before turning his attention back to the stage. Mingi snickers from his seat on San’s right. 

San pouts, sulking back into his seat. Yunho can’t help but smile at the exchange. He nudges his shoulder, leaning closer to him. 

“Lighten up, it’s not that bad. I’m sure you can find some part of it to enjoy,” Yunho whispers. Mingi grins leaning over as well. 

“The dancers are quite pretty," he says, nodding towards the stage.

Yunho rolls his eyes as San perks up at the mention of the dancers. It’s like he’s just noticed their existence after the past hour. 

“Not what I meant, but to each their own I guess,” he chuckles quietly.

San pays him no mind. Now hyper focused on the performance, or performers, in front of him. 

Yunho watches the dancers, enjoying how easily their movements flow with the music. He recalls the dream his teenage self had of dancing. He was quite good at it too. He even had a scholarship waiting for him, hell he’d all been packing to leave for school. But alas life doesn’t turn out the way it does in movies, now does it? 

A series of hiccups and stumbling led him to where he is now. One eighth of the biggest family in the country. A rook in a set so carefully crafted, that nothing could stand in its way. Never in his life did he think he’d end up here. But when he glances on either side of him, seeing his brothers makes him think that there was nowhere else he’d rather be.

Despite the performance in front of him, he finds his mind wandering, still longing for something new. Anything really. He knows he sounds ungrateful, bratty even. But goddamn would it be nice for a sliver of excitement. 

Fate is funny with her timing as per usual. Clearly having enough of Yunho’s whining she’s intending to smack Yunho right in the face with his desires.

At that moment the dancers step forward right to the edge of the stage. Bodies dipping into a bow with the sway of the music. The costumes glint with the stage lights, drawing Yunho’s attention back to the present. 

Yunho ignores the low whistles undoubtedly from San and MIngi. He does his best to refocus on the performance. He taps his fingers along to the music, counting the beats of the dance in his head. 

It truly is comical the way the way the music builds, unknowingly leading Yunho to his fate. 

The dancers look up at the next beat and Yunho comes face to face with the person in front of him. A ballerina with an eye color that wouldn’t shock anyone, if it weren’t for the other resembling dark storm clouds in the sky. A set of eyes that he’s only seen once, but he could never forget. Yunho feels his heart skip a beat, a small smile tugging at his lips at the memory.

Now this is exciting.

Yunho also takes notice that the bruising is nowhere in sight. Aside for some light swelling, it’s practically invisible. He presumes it’s whatever makeup and other styling that’s required for the show. The dancer takes no notice of Yunho, clearly engulfed in the performance. In three beats the dancer is off, prancing to the other end of the stage. Yunho’s eyes now glued to them. A moth to a flame, a spark. 

Yunho continues to watch, taking notice of the way they glide. As if they were a wind up toy, made only to dance across the stage. The costume only adds to the image. While Yunho knows each costume is made to fit like a glove for every performer, this one is different. For this ballerina it doesn’t appear to be made, but to simply be a part of them. Everything about the way they bring the performance to life looks so effortless. This clearly suits them, in his opinion. 

The performance ends in a flourish, the audience erupting into a deafening applause. The dancers gather on stage, taking their final bows. Yunho glances on either side of him. Jongho no doubt will stop the conductor and offer his appreciation. San and MIngi both speak in hushed whispers, already planning their approach with whatever dancer that's caught their eye. But Yunho only has eyes for one dancer. He easily slips away from the others, off to meet his masked ballerina. 

“That bastard, that’s what he did to you?” Minji asks, turning your face in her hands gently. 

When you’d removed your makeup she’d all but elbowed her way through the others leaving for the night. She’d all but dragged you into her own dressing room, a murderous look in her eye as she scanned your face. After a bit of fussing, you reluctantly tell her about your interaction with your director. How after a bit of back and forth he’d swung his fist, leaving you with a swollen eye. if looks could kill, you’d swear Mr.Hak would be dead if he were in the room with the way Minji glares. You’d done your best to hide it from her, knowing she’d react this way. 

You grab her hands, pulling them away from you. 

“I’ll be fine, it’s nothing a little makeup can’t fix,” you say calmly.

She makes a face immediately, a lecture forming on the tip of her tongue.

“I know what you’re going to say. But you know I can’t leave. Not yet at least.

“I know. But that doesn’t mean you let him do this to you either y/n,” she says bitterly. 

“It was my fault, I kept pushing it and-” you don’t get to finish, Minji cutting you off.

“Like hell it was! I don’t give a fuck how long he’s been in charge, Hak has no right to be doing this to anyone,” she fumed, face growing red with each word. 

"Minji. I promise I’m okay,” You say soothingly. She sighs, taking a few calming breaths. 

“At Least let me give you something. I don’t have much, but hopefully the money will help you out,” she says, starting to walk towards her bag. You grimace, the thought of taking from her when she’s struggling just as much as you makes you feel sick. 

“You will do no such thing,” you say. You walk over to her, stopping her from looking through it.

“But-”

“I’ll find a way to make it work. You know I always do,” you say, giving her a small smile. Minji contemplates, before giving in.

“Fine, but please tell me if you need help. And I don’t care who he thinks he is, you say the word and I’ll kick his ass myself,” She says. 

That gets you to laugh, rolling your eyes. 

When you first started, you'd learned rather quickly that Minji was hot-headed. Fierce in a way that you weren’t. You think perhaps that is why she befriended you so quickly, sensing you’d need a backbone of a friend. Minji was like an older sister. Someone who wanted the best for you, even if her way of showing it could be a little over the top. But you loved her regardless. 

“Thank you Minji, really,” you say, pulling her into a hug. She hugs you back, holding you close. 

“Okay, well I’m heading out hun,” she says, letting you go. She slings her bag over her shoulder.  

“Get home safe,” you say, opening the door for her. She flips the lights off, leading you back out into the hallway. 

“You too. Don't stay here too long,” she says, giving you a pointed look. 

“I won't,” you say.

You walk her until you reach the door to your dressing room. She stops, turning to give you one final hug. With one last squeeze, you let her go. She gives you a final wave, before turning and leaving. 

When she’s out of sight, you sigh, shoulders dropping. You’re quiet as you open the door to your dressing room. You flick on one of the smaller switches, the lights of your vanity illuminating the room. 

You walk over, dropping yourself into the seat unceremoniously. You glance at yourself in the mirror, looking over the black eye for what feels like the hundredth time. The memory of that night, playing in your head like a loop. When you’d first graduated from your arts program you’d been so excited to start your career. It had been hell to make it through. Your heterochromia made it a nightmare to be a dancer. Every audition and casting left you feeling defeated. Each director or choreographer turning you away due to your condition. You’d had to claw your way to performing on a stage, fighting tooth and nail to just be given a chance. It was exhausting but it was worth it. Or at least you thought it was. 

Now as you stare at yourself in the mirror, the version that stares back at you is almost unrecognizable. How could you have ended up here? This couldn’t possibly be what life had in store for you, could it? Suffering for the sake of doing what you love? You could already see the way this vicious cycle was eating away at you. Cracking your soul into pieces bit by bit. You needed to get out. But only a miracle could save you at this point. 

You shake your head, doing your best to shake the thoughts with it. You lean down, tugging the shoes off your feet, and the tights along with them. You groan as you sit back up, muscles still sore from the performance. With a small grunt, you take the last bit of your outfit off, throwing the top to one of the chairs across the room. This late in the night you know you’re one of the only people left in the building, leaving no reason for you to rush to get dressed. You pull your robe down from the corner of the vanity, sliding it onto your shoulders. 

“That was a lovely performance,” a voice calls out, making you jump out of your skin.

You whip around clutching your robe closed as tightly as possible. 

A figure emerges from the shadows slowly, coming to stand a few feet in front of you. 

In the dimly lit room, you can make out the features of a man. He easily towers over you, dressed in all black like a shadow come to life. 

You recognize him as one of the men you tried to rob a few nights back. It takes you a second, with his appearance being a stark contrast to the man who stumbled upon you in the alleyway. Here he looks put together, black suit, hair pushed back, and expensive watch gleaming on his wrist. It's then you take notice of the insignia on his coat. The A against his heart is simple. A circle surrounding it, stitched in a darker shade of black. But the sight still makes your blood run cold. 

Holy shit, you’d tried to rob a member of Ateez, the most powerful family in the country. As if your luck couldn’t get any worse. Part of you wants to laugh at the entire situation, but the fear you feel keeps you rooted in place, scrambling for any escape.

“I didn’t think ballerinas were the type for armed robbery,” he hums thoughtfully. 

You subtly shift your hand to the side of your chair, fingers trembling as you reach under the armrest. 

“This is a private dressing room, you need to leave,” you say, doing your best to appear calm. 

The man hums, reaching into his pocket. He pulls his hand out, holding it in front of him. 

“Looking for this?” he asks.

Your heart sinks at the sight of your knife in his hand. He twirls it with ease, flicking it open to insect the blade. You press your hands into your thighs, swallowing nervously. 

“Please, I’m sorry. I don’t want any trouble,” your voice trembles as you stare up at him. He turns his attention back to you, taking in your fearful demeanor. 

He smiles, making a show of closing the knife slowly. He carefully sets the knife down on the shelf beside him, being slow in his movements. You eye it suspiciously, glancing between him and the knife.

“Don’t worry I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to talk,” he says calmly.

You nod slowly, still eyeing him warily. He nods back, still keeping his distance. 

“Do you know who I am?” he asks. 

Of course you know. Everyone in the country knows his name along with the other seven. The rook who stands in front of you is not to be messed with. 

“Jeong Yunho,” you answer.

The way you say his name sends a bit of a thrill through him. He likes the ways it rolls off your lips. 

“Hmm so you do know my name,” he says tilting his head to the side.

You can only give him a small nod. He begins to walk around the room examining the interior as he goes. You can’t help but keep your eyes trained on him. While he promised not to hurt you, you’d be stupid not to be on guard.

“Did you know who I was the other night?” he prods. 

“No,” you answer quickly. You were desperate, but not desperate enough to mess with him. You curse your past self for being so oblivious. He chuckles, the sounds sending a shiver down your spine. 

“It takes guts to step to a man twice your size like that,” he says, recalling your stupidity. He turns his sharp gaze towards you, further pinning you to your spot. 

“But considering I can see the way you're shaking, I think there’s something else,” he says.

“What were you looking for when you came at me?” 

“Nothing, I- I wasn’t looking for anything I swear,” you say a little too quickly. 

Yunho glances at your swollen eye, letting out a sigh. He knows you’re lying, but he can’t blame you. There was no doubt he was a man to be feared, but right now he needed you to trust him. 

“Look. I can tell you’re smart. So I know you wouldn’t have just decided to mug a stranger for fun,” he says, coming to stand in front of you once again. 

“So what is it that you need, sweetheart?” He says softly. 

You contemplate answering him. If he were here to hurt you, he would have done it already. He clearly wasn’t the type of man to waste his time. Despite your better judgement you choose to trust him. 

“Money. I needed money,” you say quietly.

He tilts his head thoughtfully. The movement kind of reminds you of a puppy. If you weren’t partly terrified, you’d think it looks kinda cute in a way. 

“You don't make enough, dancing?” he asks curiously. 

“No, not really,” you say, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over you. 

“And the black eye, is that part of it?”

You freeze, looking at him in fear. Instinctively you wrap your arms around the edges of your robe, tucking it tightly against you. He notices the way you curl in on yourself. His gaze softens, offering you a sympathetic smile. 

“I’m not here to judge you,” he says softly. 

“They’re from the director,” you confess, quietly. He nods in understanding. He hesitates clearly wanting to say more. After a moment he clears his throat.  

“May I?” he asks, nodding towards your face. 

You think for a moment, before giving him a small nod.

He’s careful as he steps forward, doing his best not to startle you. He leans down, one hand coming to lean against the back of your chair. You feel goosebumps rise against your skin, as he lowers himself to be eye level with you. His other grabs your face gently, tilting your face from one side to the other. He’s delicate with the way he handles you. Strong hand gentle as he holds your chin with his fingers.

“He did this to you?” He asks finally, warm voice fanning across your face. 

“Yes,” you answer, scared to speak too loudly. You feel your skin grow warm the longer he scans over your face. His cologne invades your sense with the proximity, it feels intoxicating in a way you can’t describe. 

His face hardens, a look of anger flashing across his features. It scares you for a moment. But something about the look makes you want to soothe him.

“I asked for more after our last performance. He usually never aims for the face. I just wouldn’t drop it,” you explain, thinking back to a few nights ago. 

Yunho is quiet, eyes scanning over the marks carefully. A fierce need to protect you burning inside him. He can’t explain it, but there’s something drawing him to you.There’s something about you he just can’t shake. A pull so strong, he doesn’t think he could fight it if he tried. Though he doesn’t think he’d want to anyways. He also takes the time to really look at you, finding you even more attractive up close. He’s already seen your eyes, but seeing them up close and personal, he can’t help but find them more alluring. After another moment of admiring you, he lets your face go, still keeping his proximity. 

“Is it just you? Or are there others?” he asks.

“A few. Most of them quit before the first season is up. But some of us can’t,” you answer.

He only nods, clearly thinking something over. The gears turn in his head quickly, looking for a solution to your problems. After a moment, you see a twinkle appear in his eye. A mischievous twinkle that excites you, if you're honest with yourself.

“What’s your name?” he asks, breaking the silence.

“Y/n,” you say softly.

“Y/n”, he repeats. 

The way your name drips from his lips, sends a jolt through you. 

“Will you let me help you, Sweetheart?” he asks. 

You don’t know what it is about him, but you find yourself trusting him. How crazy it is to trust a man like him. He could hurt you, with a snap of his fingers you’d be destroyed in an instant. But he could also be your miracle. You suppose you have nothing more to lose at this point.

You give him another nod, this one determined. 

“Good,” 

“Come with me,” he says, offering his hand out to you. 

Going against every rational part of your brain, you take it. His hand is warm in yours. Something about it feels right, his larger hand holding yours ever so gently. Yunho thinks the same as he looks down at you. He’s so used to holding weapons, things that cause pain. But your hand fits so perfectly in his. Like it’s natural, like it was made to be there. He gently pulls you up from your seat, ready to take his new found excitement into action. 

“Come in,” a voice barks out from the door in front of you. 

You grimace, glancing at the men behind you. Yunho stands with three of the other members of Ateez, who you were introduced to. After getting dressed, Yunho led you to the others, who all looked at you with curious gazes. From there he had explained his crazy plan to all of you. Or at least you thought it was crazy. The other three didn’t even bat an eye. Jongho even looked excited, beaming at the plan laid before him. 

Yunho looks down at you as you give him a small nod to enter. You open the door, walking inside. The other three follow you in. Mr Hak, your company director doesn’t bother looking up. He continues going through the work in front of him, only pausing to take another drag of his cigarette. The door clicks shut behind the last member. 

“Who is it?” he barks out again.

“It’s y/n, sir,” you say, eyeing the men behind you again. 

Your boss scoffs, rolling his eyes at the sound of your voice. 

“This shit again. Look I already told you, you work for me got that? Everything you make comes to me. I own you. Now get out of my office before I-” he starts, voice booming in the small office.

He finally looks up, mid rant, doing a double take at the scene before him. His face goes pale at the sight of you and the four men that tower behind you. You don’t blame him. The sight of them had you shaking where you stood. 

“Gentlemen, what a surprise. To-” he pauses, having enough sense to extinguish the cigarette.

He stumbles out of his chair, hastily coming to the front of his desk. He clears his throat as he does it, clumsily dropping into a deep bow.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” he asks nervously. 

They take over easily, polite smiles on their faces. 

“Mr Hak, is it?” Yunho starts, eyeing the man before him.

“We just wanted to stop by. And bring our praises for the show,” he says adding a touch of sweetness to his voice. 

“Yes, a spectacular performance indeed,” Jongho says, clapping his hands together. 

“Thank you, we do our best,” Mr Hak says, sounding far too prideful. The response makes you roll your eyes. 

Jongho hums, eyes sharp as he watches Mr. Hak. 

“Of course. And that’s why we’re glad to be buying it off of you,” he says casually. 

You do your best to hide the smug grin at the way your boss reacts. 

“Buying?” he asks, clearly confused.

“Yes the theater, the shows, the performers. All of it. 

“While I appreciate the offer, it's not for sale,” he chuckles. 

“Nonsense,” San says, stepping forward. 

He stalks towards Mr. Hak’s desk. Confidence leaking through each of his strides. 

“I think you’ll find we’ve arranged a rather gracious deal, isn’t that right Mingi?” he states, glancing over at the taller member. Mingi hums in agreement, coming to stand next to San. Similar to Yunho, he towers over everyone with ease. The closer he gets, the more Mr. Hak shrinks in his spot. With the four in front of him he’s easily surrounded. Like an animal cornered. 

“We have, but if you feel as though it needs some rearranging we could always have Hongjoong Hyung stop by. I’m sure he can squeeze in a few moments with his busy schedule,” his voice calm, but the implication clear. 

You swear you see your boss’ heart stop as his eyes go wide. He lets out a nervous laugh, quickly waving his hands in front of him. 

“That won’t be necessary,” he says quickly. 

Smart choice, you think to yourself. Even an asshole like him wouldn’t be stupid enough to go against what the men behind you ask. Especially Kim Hongjoong of all people. There was no dealing with Kim Hongjoong. You’d heard the stories of those he visited, none had ever lived to tell of their exchange. That thought sends a shiver of fear through you. 

“Good, then we have a deal,” Jongho says, clearly ending the conversation. 

“Our men will escort you out,” he says, snapping his fingers. The door opens once again. Two guards walk in calmly, looking to the trio for orders. 

“See to it that Mr. Hak collects all his belongings,” San orders, no longer smiling. 

“He should have no need to return to this building after tonight,” Yunho adds, throwing a pointed look at your ex-boss.  

The guards nod, moving towards your Mr.Hak quickly. With orders in place, the others begin to file out of the room. 

“Pleasure doing business with you,” Jongho calls out over his shoulder, continuing to walk out without a second glance. 

Yunho sets his hand on your shoulder, nodding towards the door. You follow him and the others out of the room. You glance back to see Mr. Hak warily eyeing the guards. You continue watching until the door to the office closes behind you. 

The members continue walking down out into the foyer of the theater, .leading you outside

“So you’re really buying the theater?,” you ask, breaking the silence. 

Jongho shugs, glancing up at the bright sign above the building. He has a soft glance in his eye as he eyes the theater appreciatively.

“I practically come here every other week, it was bound to happen eventually,” he says, waving his hand dismissively. 

“Will you close it?,” you ask warily.

“Of course not,” he chuckles. 

“And the other performers?,” you probe, Minji crossing your mind along with all the others, 

“They’re jobs are safe, they will have the choice to stay or seek employment elsewhere. But no one will be forced to leave, you have our word,” Yunho says, soothing your worries. 

You nod, letting out a shaky exhale. For the first time in months things were looking up for you. You were free of Mr. Hak, and you could continue to do what you love without being miserable. 

“I can’t possibly thank you enough,” you say, emotion creeping into your voice. 

You bow to them, taking a moment to wipe at the tears building in your eyes. The four smile at you, being unable to find you anything but adorable. 

“We're not as scary as we look,” San says, throwing his arm around you in a friendly manner.  “Well except maybe Mingi,” he says, glancing at the taller man. Mingi glares, reaching over to swat at him. San ducks out of the way, moving between Yunho and Jongho. 

The action causes you to giggle. Maybe they were right about not being as scary as they look. Something about their presence felt comforting. Part of you wished you could get to know them a little more.  

“So I guess this is goodbye then?” you ask somewhat disappointed.

“Well we do own the theater now, so we’ll be seeing you around,” Yunho says a little too quickly. You don’t notice the way his ears grow red at his mini outburst. The others do. Each of them giving each other knowing glances as they slowly make their way further down the street. Yunho mentally facepalms, knowing he’s never going to hear the end of this later. The next moment makes it worth it however.  

You laugh, the twinkling sound making Yunho’s heart race in his chest. God was he screwed. 

“I suppose that’s true,” you hum in agreement, a knowing look in your eyes. Something about seeing the tall man bush had the butterflies fluttering even harder in your stomach. 

“So I’ll see you around?” he asks, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“I look forward to it,” you say, smiling brightly. With that you turn and walk down the street. You offer goodbyes to the others, before making your way across the street, an extra skip in your step. Yunho watches you go, content to watch you leave. Something telling him the adrenaline he feels is here to stay.

[tartstealingknave]

Imagine self aware!twst with a streamer reader

Self aware!twst who were minding their own business(admiring you) untill they found out you're a streamer, and they talk about the recent events that are currently happening in the game

My inspiration is RoseEmber (I think that's her name?? Though the only inspo of her is the streamer part😞) she is so funny and amazing<3

(This is just me making a little rp thingy since self aware is too angsty coded, GIVE ME FLUFF OH MY GOD)

Idia: okay so a streamer means that you make live videos on this app or software that they call "twitch" and people watch them

Malleus: so, they let people watch them play? *hinted with jealousy and irritated*

Idia: yes, I know! It's such a dumb activity... Why would they even let people watch them while they play games?

Ortho: I think it's because they need money! Or because they like making people laugh? Ive seen them talking with the screen before and a lot of people were saying things!

Vil: oh? Money? Well, we just have to bring them into the game and we can just spoil them. Or we can maybe hack into their computer?

Kalim: Yeah! I agree with vil, we can spoil them I'm riches they never imagined.

Jamil: for once, I agree with kalim.

Idia: hack you say? I can do perfectly that. It seems their computer is easy to look at too.

Lilia: speaking of streaming! I saw them talking with the people that are watching them about this event that happened with me, azul, floyd, riddle, ace, and jack! It was in an island with this creature named stitch!

Riddle: oh god.. Please don't remind me.

Floyd: heh, what's wrong gold fish? You looked nice in that flower ring around your neck!

Riddle: we do not talk about that.

Azul: I must say, riddle did look funny yet good in those clothes.

Riddle: can we please get off this topic?

Jade: ah, I wish I was there so I can imagine the horror on your face.

Jade: ah I forgot to mention, I have been seeing them.. Gush about this new character called skully j. Graves. Apparently, this event involves me, leona, jamil, riddle, epel, sebek, idia, azul, trey, malleus and vil.

Riddle: god I still cannot believe skully actually kissed our hands..

Riddle: good thing Jamil brought hand sanitizer.

Sebek: They even kissed malleus-sama's hand without his permission!

Malleus: I was shocked and confused to say the least.

Leona: I'm more then glad Jamil brought hand sanitizer.

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ANYWAYS THAT'S ALL!! I'll be sure to be make more of these if I can (I lose motivation very fast)

[elryuse]

Show Must Go On

Ahyeon & BABYMONSTER X Male Reader

Tags : Romance, Angsty, Depressing, Hopeful, Fluff, Depth

Words : 11+k Words

Warning : This Is a Completely Made-up story. If there are any Names or Characters that Are similar. I do not mean to do any harm, and This story includes angsty stuff

A/n : I Kinda have this Whole Story in mind. And Since I can't sleep, Why not try to make it alive. If you all Enjoyed it, I might make A Sequel in the Future.

!Tragic News, Ladies and Gentlemen!

The air was thick with grief as the news broke. BABYMONSTER’s Ahyeon had been in a terrible accident.

Rumors spread like wildfire—whispers of reckless driving, an ex-boyfriend behind the wheel, and a devastating crash that sent their car slamming into a semi-truck. The impact was brutal. Ahyeon was left with fractured heels and both arms shattered—her body broken, her future uncertain.

As she was rushed to the ICU, her fellow BABYMONSTER members were seen in tears, standing helplessly outside the operation room. Fans swarmed the hospital, their worried voices echoing through the halls, praying for any sign of hope.

Days passed in agonizing silence. Then, finally—she survived.

But survival came at a cost.

Ahyeon would be unable to walk for months. She would have to drastically slow down in an industry where every second counted. The once-rising star was now in limbo, placed on an indefinite hiatus that left fans wondering: Would she ever come back.

The air felt colder than usual as I slowly opened my eyes.

I was awake. Alive.

And yet, I wished I wasn’t.

My legs were numb. My arms ached like hell. The room was a mess—soju bottles scattered across the floor, empty, just like me. I didn’t even remember how much I drank. Anything to dull the pain, to silence the thoughts, to drown in my own oblivion.

It had been months since the accident.

That bastard.

That pathetic excuse of a man.

But it wasn’t just him. I was angry at everything. At myself, at my members, at fate itself. I hated God for doing this to me.

I was supposed to be on stage, dancing, singing, basking in the love of my fans. Instead, I was rotting away in this dark room, my body fragile, my future stolen.

I knew the others were moving on without me. Comeback after comeback, performance after performance—without me.

And I hated them for it.

Ruka and Chiquita visited often. The others? Too busy, they said. Chiquita would sit beside me, trying to cheer me up. She told me how much BAEMON missed me, how much the fans were waiting.

And God, I missed them too.

I missed the thrill of performing. I missed the cheers, the lights, the energy. I missed feeling alive.

But I couldn’t face them.

I wasn’t Ahyeon anymore.

I was just a broken girl trapped in a broken body.

That is, until I met him.

You.

The moment you walked into my life, I felt something I hadn’t in a long time.

Curiosity.

You weren’t like the others. You were different.

Our new song producer, Y/n.

A rookie, just like us. Young, bright-eyed, hopeful. You greeted everyone with warmth, your smile never wavering. Even when you knew I wasn’t part of this comeback, you still tried to get to know me.

I hated it.

It felt fake. Too friendly. Too… hopeful.

Hope was something I had long abandoned.

Yet, you never gave up.

You snuck into my room, bringing warm meals, even soju. At first, I thought you were just another fake. A creep.

So I pushed you away.

And instead of insisting, you apologized.

You backed off, respecting my space, promising you wouldn’t bother me anymore.

And that’s when I started missing you.

I didn’t know why. But I did.

Watching you laugh with my members, seeing how easily you fit in with them—it felt weird. Like I was an outsider to my own family.

You kept coming to the dorm, sneaking in forbidden meals—tteokbokki, jokbal, all the things we weren’t supposed to eat.

And for the first time in forever, we felt human.

We weren’t just idols, we were people.

You reminded us of who we were before the industry caged us.

And that’s when I realized—I had made a mistake.

You weren’t trying to replace me.

You were trying to save me.

You wanted me to fight. To stand back up. To be Ahyeon again.

But the world wouldn’t allow it.

YG saw how close you had gotten to us. They didn’t like it. They didn’t like you.

And before we could do anything, they fired you.

Just like that.

We begged them to reconsider. We explained everything. But they didn’t care.

We were idols.

And idols don’t get to choose who stays or who leaves.

You were gone.

And we were back to square one.

The Last Words You Left Me With

Time passed. I healed. Slowly. Painfully.

I could dance again. A little.

But the doctor kept warning me not to push myself.

And yet, I wanted to.

I needed to.

Because your words still echoed in my mind—

"Be yourself, Ahyeon."

"You don’t need to blame the universe anymore."

"You’re not a misfortune."

"What happened to you, what happened to everyone—it’s a blessing, and a lesson."

"I know it seems hard to accept. But sooner or later, you’ll understand."

That was the last thing you ever said to me.

The last thing before they took you away.

And now, as I stand here, dancing once more, rehearsing for our latest comeback—DRIP—I hear Ruka’s voice behind me.

"What’s wrong, Ahyeon?"

I stop.

My heart pounds faster and faster.

And for the first time in a long time…

I know the answer.

The scent of sizzling meat and freshly steamed rice filled the air as I wiped my hands on my apron. The dinner rush had finally settled, and for once, I could take a breath.

I never thought I’d end up here—working part-time at a small restaurant after everything that happened.

Music had been my life. BABYMONSTER had been my life.

But now, it was nothing more than a distant memory.

I still followed their updates, of course. I watched their performances from behind a screen, listening to the songs I never got the chance to produce. I wondered if their new producer treated them with kindness, if he saw them as people, not just idols.

I hoped so.

I prayed for it.

Because if he didn’t…

Then what was the point of all this?

I was in the middle of serving a table when I noticed them.

Two girls, sitting in the farthest corner of the restaurant. They wore caps, oversized hoodies, and sunglasses, but even with the disguises, I knew instantly.

Ruka and Chiquita.

For a moment, I froze.

They hadn’t seen me yet. They were chatting in hushed voices, occasionally glancing around, making sure no one recognized them.

And then, Chiquita laughed—a soft, familiar laugh.

God. I missed them.

I took a deep breath, walked up to their table, and placed a tray of warm dishes in front of them.

"Would you ladies like anything else?" I asked casually.

They both stopped mid-conversation.

Chiquita turned to me first, brows furrowing behind her shades. Then her lips parted slightly, realization dawning.

Ruka lowered her sunglasses just enough for me to see the shock in her eyes.

"No way."

I grinned. "Long time no see, huh?"

Chiquita gasped, practically jumping in her seat. "Oh my God—Y/n! What are you doing here?!"

I chuckled, scratching the back of my head. "Working, obviously."

"But—why? What happened to producing?" Ruka asked, her voice softer, more hesitant.

I hesitated.

How was I supposed to answer that?

That YG tossed me aside like I was nothing? That the dream I had fought for, bled for, had slipped through my fingers overnight?

I forced a small smile. "It’s a long story."

Ruka looked like she wanted to say something, but Chiquita was already tugging on my arm, eyes wide with excitement.

"You have no idea how much we missed you."

My chest tightened at her words.

"Yeah?" I said, trying to sound playful, but my voice came out quieter than I expected.

"Yeah." Ruka nodded. "Ahyeon too."

I froze.

"How is she?" I asked carefully.

Chiquita grinned. "Better. She’s been working hard. She can dance again, Y/n. It’s not like before, but she’s getting there."

Something in me relaxed.

I had spent so many nights wondering if she was okay, if she had healed—not just physically, but emotionally. I had been terrified that she would never find the strength to stand back up again.

But hearing this…

Hearing that she was fighting—

It made me feel like maybe, just maybe, I hadn’t completely failed her.

We spent the next few hours talking.

Catching up.

Reminiscing about the past.

They told me about Baemon’s comeback, about the new songs, about how things had changed—and how, in some ways, they hadn’t.

I told them about my life now, about the restaurant, about how I still missed music.

We laughed.

We shared stories.

And for a little while, it felt like nothing had changed at all.

Until I glanced at the clock.

It was late.

Too late.

"You guys should go home," I said, standing up. "If your managers find out you were out this long, they’ll kill you."

Chiquita groaned. "Ugh, don’t remind me."

Ruka smirked. "We snuck out. We’ll be fine."

I raised an eyebrow. "You sure about that?"

Chiquita sighed, finally relenting. "Fine, fine. But we’re coming back."

I smiled, shaking my head. "Do what you want. Just don’t get caught."

They stood up, both of them hesitating for a second before Chiquita suddenly lunged forward, wrapping her arms around me in a tight hug.

"We really, really missed you, Y/n."

I felt my throat tighten.

I hugged her back. "I missed you guys too."

Ruka didn’t say anything, but she reached out, giving my shoulder a small squeeze.

And then, just like that, they were gone.

Leaving me standing there, wondering if I would ever really see them again.

The stage was set.

BABYMONSTER stood at the center of the vast, dimly lit arena, their breaths shallow, hearts pounding against their ribcages as they stared out at the thousands of fans gathered before them. The air was thick with anticipation, the sound of the crowd humming like an electric current, waiting for the first note to drop.

Their latest album, "Forsaken," had been their most grueling project yet—physically, emotionally, and mentally.

They had given everything.

Blood, sweat, and tears.

Not just for themselves.

But for Ahyeon.

This was the first comeback where all seven of them would stand together again.

Ahyeon, dressed in a sleek black outfit that shimmered under the stage lights, took a deep breath. The weight of the moment sat heavy on her shoulders. Months of pain, struggle, and isolation had led her here. She had fought through rehabilitation, doubt, and the whispers of people who claimed she’d never be the same.

And yet—here she was.

Stronger than ever.

Chiquita reached out, giving Ahyeon’s hand a small, reassuring squeeze. Ruka, standing beside her, nodded silently, as if telling her, We’re with you.

Ahyeon swallowed hard, forcing down the lump in her throat.

The lights dimmed.

The bass dropped.

And then—

The music began.

From the very first verse, BABYMONSTER commanded the stage with a presence that sent shockwaves through the arena. Their movements were sharper, more intense. The choreography had been pushed to its limits, their vocals raw with emotion.

Each line, each step, was fueled by anger, passion, and an unbreakable will to prove themselves.

Ahyeon moved like fire, her presence undeniable. She wasn’t just performing. She was fighting. Fighting for everything she had lost. Fighting for the future she refused to let go of.

The song built up to its climax, and in that moment—when Ahyeon hit the high note that once seemed impossible for her to reach again—the entire stadium roared.

Tears welled in her eyes, but she didn’t let them fall.

Instead, she pushed forward, harder than ever.

By the time the performance ended, they were breathless.

The audience erupted into deafening screams. Fans waved their lightsticks wildly, their chants of "BABYMONSTER! BABYMONSTER!" shaking the very foundation of the venue.

The members turned toward each other, their eyes gleaming with exhaustion, relief, and something else—victory.

Ahyeon felt Chiquita throw an arm around her shoulder, while Asa and Haram exchanged proud smiles. Rami wiped a stray tear from her eye, and Pharita grinned, flashing a thumbs-up.

And Ruka—Ruka simply nodded, a silent message passing between them.

They did it.

They had taken everything—the pain, the struggles, the doubt—and turned it into something breathtaking.

This comeback wasn’t just about returning to the stage.

It was a declaration.

A resurrection.

And for the first time in a long time, Ahyeon felt like she was finally, truly alive.

Meanwhile…

A lone figure stood at the back of the arena, away from the flashing cameras and roaring crowd.

Dressed in a simple hoodie and jeans, he blended into the sea of spectators, but his eyes never wavered from the stage.

From her.

Y/n watched as Ahyeon stood under the blinding lights, radiating strength he hadn’t seen in so long.

His heart ached, a mix of pride and something far more painful twisting inside him.

He had always believed in her.

Even when she didn’t believe in herself.

And now, seeing her shine brighter than ever, he realized—

She didn’t need him anymore.

A small, bittersweet smile tugged at his lips.

Maybe this was how it was always meant to be.

She was a star, after all.

And he…

He was just someone who had once helped her find her way back to the sky.

With one last lingering glance, Y/n turned around—disappearing into the shadows.

Ahyeon felt it.

That familiar presence.

Even through the blinding lights, the deafening cheers, and the overwhelming emotions coursing through her veins—she knew he was there.

Y/n.

She had set her eyes on him from the very beginning, even when she pretended not to care. Even when she tried convincing herself that she had moved on.

But the moment she saw that silhouette in the distance, standing at the very back of the arena, her heart clenched so painfully it was almost unbearable.

She wanted to scream, to run toward him.

But instead—

She watched him turn away.

Leaving.

Again.

As if everything they had shared, everything he had meant to her, had been nothing more than a fleeting moment in his life.

A sharp sting burned in her chest, and before she could stop herself—tears spilled from her eyes.

The crowd gasped.

Her body trembled, breaths coming out in short, broken gasps.

The other members immediately noticed.

"Ahyeon?!" Ruka turned to her, voice filled with concern.

Chiquita reached out, her expression full of worry, "Are you okay?"

The panic spread quickly. The audience, the staff, even the cameramen capturing the live broadcast—everyone held their breath.

Ahyeon was crying.

On stage.

Something that had never happened before.

The air grew heavy with tension—until Rami, sensing the need to diffuse the moment, stepped in.

With a soft smile, she took Ahyeon’s hand and spoke into her mic.

“Ahyeon’s crying because she missed this. The fans, the stage, and… everyone.”

The crowd erupted into loud cheers, believing her words without question.

But the members knew better.

Ruka's grip on Ahyeon’s arm tightened slightly, a silent way of saying, We’ll talk later.

Chiquita didn’t look convinced either, her gaze flickering toward the direction Ahyeon had been staring at just moments ago.

And Ahyeon—

She stood there, biting her lip, trying to hold herself together.

Even as the performance ended.

Even as they bowed to the audience.

Even as they exited the stage.

Her mind was stuck on one thing.

Y/n left.

And this time, she didn't want to let him go.

The night was supposed to be fun.

A simple, reckless joyride with my boyfriend, who had always been a little too careless, a little too impulsive. I should've known better.

The city lights blurred past us as he laughed, his hands barely gripping the steering wheel properly.

"Slow down," I murmured, trying to sound casual despite the unease creeping up my spine.

"Relax, babe! We're just having fun!" He grinned, stepping on the gas.

The car lurched forward.

The roads twisted and turned, but he didn't slow down. Instead, he swerved-zigzagging like a child playing a game.

"STOP!" I screamed, my hands gripping the seatbelt.

But he didn't.

And then

Impact.

A deafening crash.

The sound of metal crumpling.

My world spun violently as glass shattered around me, raining down like deadly stars.

Then-silence.

I could hear my heartbeat.

Slow. Faint.

Pain. Everywhere.

I tried to move, but my body wouldn't listen.

My arms-twisted, broken.

My legs-unresponsive.

I couldn't breathe. I couldn't scream.

The taste of blood coated my tongue as my vision flickered. I turned my head-barely.

My boyfriend was slumped over the steering wheel, motionless.

Sirens wailed in the distance, but they felt so far away.

Everything felt so distant.

I wasn't even sure if I was still alive.

I closed my eyes.

And when I opened them again

I was in a hospital bed.

The room was white, sterile, suffocating. My entire body ached, and when I tried to move-nothing.

The realization sank in slowly, painfully.

I wasn't the same anymore.

Then the doctor came in, his expression unreadable.

He told me the damage was severe. That my heels were fractured. That both my arms were completely broken.

And then, with a tone too gentle, too apologetic, he said the words that destroyed me.

"You may never be able to dance or sing like before."

I forgot how to breathe.

The walls closed in on me.

No.

No, this wasn't happening.

My future-ruined.

The career I worked my entire life for-gone.

I wanted to scream, but all that came out was a choked sob.

My body shook as reality crushed me, shattering everything I thought I was.

I wasn't Ahyeon, the center of Babymonster.

I wasn't Ahyeon, the girl with dreams so big they touched the stars.

I was just

Nothing.

The warmth surrounding me was unfamiliar, yet comforting. As my heavy eyelids slowly fluttered open, the dim glow of the early morning seeped through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the room.

I could feel them.

Their breaths, slow and steady, their bodies pressed close against mine—my members.

Chiquita had her arms wrapped around my waist, her face buried against my side. Rami rested near my shoulder, while Asa and Pharita were tangled together at the edge of the bed. Even Haram, who usually preferred sleeping in her own space, had curled up near my feet.

And Ruka—

The first one to stir.

I felt her shift beside me, her presence familiar and grounding. A moment later, I heard her sigh softly.

"Ahyeon…" Her voice was quiet, hesitant. "You're awake."

I didn’t respond.

I couldn’t.

The remnants of my nightmare still clung to me like chains, dragging me back to that night—the accident, the pain, the hopelessness. I could still feel it.

Ruka sat up slightly, brushing strands of hair from my face as her gaze softened. "What happened?" she asked, concern lacing her words.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and turned my head away.

Silence.

A single tear escaped, trailing down my cheek.

Ruka saw it.

Without hesitation, she reached out, her fingers gently wiping it away.

She didn’t press for answers.

Didn’t force me to speak.

Instead, she just stayed.

A deep sigh escaped her lips before she leaned closer, resting her forehead against mine.

"We'll see him again," she whispered.

I froze.

My heart clenched.

She didn’t need to say his name. I already knew.

Y/n.

The person who had saved me in ways no one else could.

The warmth he brought into our lives, the small moments of joy he had given us—me.

The one person I couldn’t afford to lose again.

I closed my eyes, inhaling shakily.

I wanted to believe her.

That one day, somehow, we’d see him again.

The scent of sizzling meat filled the air as I moved between tables, balancing a tray of steaming dishes. The dinner rush had just begun, and the small restaurant was packed with customers.

It had been months since I left YG. Months since I walked away from the music industry—the very thing I had dedicated my entire life to.

And yet, no matter how much time passed, I couldn’t forget.

I still missed it. The late-night studio sessions, the endless brainstorming for the perfect melody, the way music could breathe life into the lifeless.

But more than anything—

I missed them. Babymonster.

I shook my head, pushing the thoughts away as I placed a plate of tteokbokki on a customer’s table.

Then, just as I turned to grab another order—

I saw her.

Ruka.

She was standing near the entrance, wearing a hoodie and a cap, her long hair tucked behind her ears. Despite the attempt at a disguise, I could recognize her instantly.

But something was wrong.

Her eyes—normally filled with confidence, strength—were dull. Weary. She stood there, unmoving, her fingers clutching the strap of her bag so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

I immediately stepped forward, concern flooding my chest.

"Ruka?" My voice was cautious, careful. "What are you doing here?"

She looked up at me, her lips pressing together as if she was trying to find the right words. But she said nothing.

Instead, she lowered her head.

And then—

A tear slipped down her cheek.

I froze.

Ruka never cried.

She was the strongest out of all of them, the pillar that held everyone together. Seeing her break down like this—seeing the weight of something so unbearable pressing against her shoulders—made my stomach twist.

"Hey, hey…" I quickly set my tray aside and stepped closer, placing a hand on her back. "Talk to me. What’s going on?"

She sniffled, swallowing hard before whispering, "Ahyeon."

My heart stopped.

I tightened my grip on her shoulder. "What happened to Ahyeon?"

Ruka inhaled sharply, as if she was struggling to keep her emotions in check. "She’s… she’s not okay, Y/n." Her voice cracked. "She’s trying to act like she is, but I see it. We all see it."

I stayed silent, waiting.

"She cries when she thinks no one is watching. She barely eats. She’s pushing herself too hard, forcing herself to smile when she’s hurting inside." Ruka clenched her fists. "Ever since you left, it’s like she’s just… drifting."

I felt my chest tighten.

Ahyeon.

The girl who once radiated fire and determination. The girl who fought through everything to chase her dreams.

And now, she was falling apart.

Ruka exhaled shakily, her voice almost pleading. "She needs you, Y/n."

I swallowed hard.

I had promised myself I wouldn’t go back. That I wouldn’t step into that world again.

But this wasn’t about me anymore.

This was about her.

The ride to their dorm was quiet.

Ruka sat beside me in the backseat of a black van, her arms crossed, eyes staring out the window. She had stopped crying, but the heavy weight in the air remained.

I, on the other hand, could feel my heart pounding against my ribs.

I didn’t know what to expect.

It had been months since I left. Months since I had last seen them. Since I had last seen her.

And now, here I was—returning like nothing had happened.

As the van pulled up to the familiar building, I hesitated for a brief moment. Was this the right thing to do?

Before I could dwell on it, Ruka stepped out first, turning back to glance at me. “Come on.”

I followed.

She led me through the hallway, each step bringing back memories I thought I had buried. The late-night talks. The laughter. The music.

Then, finally—

We stopped in front of the door.

Ruka knocked twice before pushing it open.

The moment I stepped inside, everything hit me at once.

The warmth of the dorm. The familiar scent of vanilla candles. The soft hum of the heater running in the background.

And then—

Them.

The members turned towards the door, and for a second, there was silence.

No one moved. No one spoke.

Then, in a heartbeat—

They ran to me.

"Y/n!"

Before I could react, I was engulfed in their embrace. Rami clung onto my arm. Pharita buried her face against my shoulder. Chiquita was holding onto my back, muttering how much she missed me. Asa had her arms wrapped around my waist. Rami was blinking away tears, trying to stay composed.

It was overwhelming.

I never expected this.

I had convinced myself that they had moved on. That I was nothing more than a passing figure in their lives. But now—

Now, I could feel it.

I had meant something to them.

And then, amidst the overwhelming warmth of their embrace—

I saw her.

Ahyeon.

She sat on the edge of her bed, frozen in place. Her breath hitched, her eyes wide with disbelief.

I felt my chest tighten.

She looked… different.

Paler. Thinner. The usual spark in her eyes had dulled.

She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Instead—

Tears fell.

One by one, streaming down her face as her lips trembled.

Then, suddenly—

She moved.

Ahyeon shot up from her bed, running straight towards me before throwing her arms around my neck.

She sobbed.

Not just tears—but a raw, painful cry.

I felt her fists clench against my back as she buried her face into my shoulder, her body trembling.

I could only hold her tighter.

No words were needed.

I was here.

And I wasn’t leaving again.

I held Ahyeon close, her body trembling against mine. Her sobs slowly quieted, but her grip on my shirt didn’t loosen.

I ran a gentle hand down her back, whispering, "It’s okay, Ahyeon. I’m here."

She sniffled, her breath shaky. "You left," she choked out, voice fragile. "You left me, Y/n."

Her words cut deep.

I wanted to say I didn’t have a choice. That it wasn’t my fault. That YG had forced me out. But none of that mattered now.

Instead, I leaned back slightly, resting my forehead against hers. "I know," I admitted. "And I’m sorry. But I’m here now."

She closed her eyes, shaking her head. "I want to believe you," she whispered. "I want to believe in everything again. In myself. In my future. But…"

Her voice broke.

"The nightmares don’t stop."

I felt my chest tighten.

"Every time I close my eyes, I see it," she confessed. "The accident. The crash. The pain. I hear the doctors telling me I might never dance again. I see my members moving forward while I stay behind. I feel useless. Worthless."

Her grip on my shirt tightened. "I don’t want to be weak, Y/n. But I… I don’t know how to be strong anymore."

I exhaled softly, brushing a stray tear from her cheek. "You don’t have to be strong all the time, Ahyeon. It’s okay to be scared."

She blinked up at me, eyes glossy.

"But you’re not alone. Not anymore."

The members, who had been silently watching, moved closer.

Ruka knelt beside us, taking Ahyeon’s hand. "We’re with you, Ahyeon. Every step of the way."

Chiquita nodded, her voice gentle. "You’re not worthless. You’re our sister."

Haru smiled through teary eyes. "And no matter how long it takes… we’ll wait for you."

Ahyeon looked at them—her family.

For the first time in months, something flickered in her gaze.

Hope.

She swallowed hard, then turned back to me. "What if I fail?"

I smiled softly. "Then we’ll pick you back up."

A shaky breath escaped her lips. "And if I fall again?"

I squeezed her hand. "Then we’ll catch you."

Silence stretched between us.

Then—

She let out a small, broken laugh.

It wasn’t much.

But it was a start.

Days passed, and with Ruka’s help, I found myself sneaking into their dorm more often. It wasn’t much, but it was something. A small act of defiance against the system that had tried to break them.

Late at night, while the world slept, I stood in their kitchen, chopping vegetables and simmering broths. Warm meals. Nutritious meals. Food that would give them strength—not just physically, but emotionally.

Asa and Rami soon caught on, peeking into the kitchen one night as I was stirring a pot of kimchi jjigae.

"Oppa, what are you making?" Asa asked curiously, leaning over the counter.

Rami’s eyes widened as she inhaled the aroma. "That smells so good… Can we help?"

I chuckled, handing them cutting boards and knives. "Only if you’re serious about learning."

They grinned, eagerly rolling up their sleeves.

The kitchen became lively—filled with the sound of chopping, sizzling, and laughter. It had been so long since they’d had moments like this. Moments that felt normal.

Ahyeon, who had been hesitant to join at first, eventually wandered in, her eyes bright with curiosity.

"What are you guys doing?" she asked, crossing her arms.

I smirked, holding up a spoonful of soup. "Making something for you."

She hesitated, then sat down at the counter, watching us.

It was a slow process, but every day, she smiled a little more.

Every day, her voice grew stronger.

Every day, she became more herself.

And I knew—

This was just the beginning.

The more time I spent with Ahyeon, the deeper my feelings grew. They crept in, subtle at first, like a quiet undercurrent in the midst of a raging sea. She would laugh at something I said, her eyes sparkling, and I could feel it—my heart tightening in a way I couldn’t explain.

But it wasn’t just the way she smiled.

It was the way she tried, even when the world was against her. How she picked herself up each time she fell. How she fought for herself even when she didn’t believe she could anymore.

Every moment I spent with her made my heart swell with pride—and it made the ache in my chest grow.

I loved her.

From the first moment I saw her—broken, fragile, yet so incredibly strong—I knew. But I pushed those feelings down, buried them beneath the layers of doubt and self-loathing. After all, who was I to be in her world?

She was a famous idol, adored by millions. Her voice, her dance moves, her energy—they were what made her who she was. She had a future that stretched out in front of her, full of promise.

And then there was me—just a failure.

A failed producer from YG, left behind when everything fell apart. Now, I was working part-time at a small restaurant. My world felt so small, so insignificant, compared to hers.

But every time she smiled at me—every time she trusted me enough to let me in—I couldn’t stop myself.

I had to be there for her. I had to.

Even if it meant putting my own dreams aside. Even if it meant making myself invisible while she soared.

I watched as she tried to pick up the pieces of her broken self, trying to rebuild what she had lost. And I saw the cracks in her, the places where she hurt. Those places she couldn’t let anyone else see.

But I saw them.

And I promised myself I would help her, no matter the cost.

I would help her achieve her dreams. I would help her heal, find her pace.

I didn’t care if I was just a background figure in her life. As long as I could be there for her, even from the shadows, I’d be content.

So, I kept showing up—late at night, quietly slipping into her dorm with hot meals and words of encouragement. I kept pushing my feelings down, burying them deep, even when the urge to tell her how I felt nearly overwhelmed me.

I wanted to be the one to help her stand again, to be the one who would support her until she could walk on her own. I wanted to make sure she didn’t feel alone anymore.

She had to believe in herself again. And if that meant staying in the background—sacrificing my own happiness for her—I would do it.

For Ahyeon…

For the girl I loved, even though I could never tell her.

It wasn’t supposed to happen, but I couldn’t help but smile.

The group—Babymonster—had decided to show up at my restaurant on their day off, and of course, I couldn’t turn them down. Not that I wanted to. They were a force of nature, impossible to ignore. When they walked through the door, laughing and chatting, it was like the entire place lit up. There was no way I could stop them, so I did the next best thing—I embraced it.

"Alright, alright, just let me get the orders in and I'll treat you to something special," I said, trying to hide the excitement bubbling up inside me.

The restaurant was smaller than what they were used to, but the atmosphere was warm and inviting, and they made themselves at home almost immediately. Rami, Ahyeon, and Chiquita wasted no time ordering their food, laughing and joking as they did. The mood was light, and for the first time in a while, everything felt... normal.

They were here to have fun. To forget about the pressures of their careers, their image, and their responsibilities for a little while. And I was happy to be the one to give them that chance.

The meal was a hit—each plate I brought to the table was met with genuine praise and gratitude. I felt proud. For once, I could provide something that made them feel good.

But the real fun began when someone—most likely Chiquita, with her playful nature—suggested karaoke.

I tried to brush it off at first, laughing nervously. "Karaoke? You know how awful I am at singing," I said.

But they didn’t care. It wasn’t about being perfect. It was about having fun. They dragged me into it anyway, and soon enough, the room was filled with the sound of their voices, each one confident and beautiful in its own way.

Ahyeon, in particular, caught my attention. As she sang, her voice growing stronger with each note, I saw something I hadn’t seen in a while—the joy of singing, of expressing herself without fear.

At first, she was a little tentative, her eyes flickering to the others as if seeking approval. But with each verse, she started to relax, her voice finding its power.

I couldn’t stop watching her.

Her voice wasn’t just beautiful—it was healing. I could see it in the way she let go of the tension in her shoulders, the way she started to believe in herself again, if only for a moment.

She was finally her again.

Ruka, who was sitting quietly next to me, noticed my gaze and giggled. “You like what you see?” she teased, nudging me playfully.

I flushed, caught off guard, but I couldn’t deny the truth. “I... I’m happy for her,” I said, my voice a little softer than I intended.

Ruka raised an eyebrow. "It’s obvious," she said with a smirk. "You’ve got it bad for her, huh?"

I shook my head quickly, not sure how to respond, but my heart knew the truth.

I was falling for Ahyeon more and more each day. Watching her sing, seeing the way she began to shine again—it was hard to ignore the way she made me feel.

But I couldn’t let her know. Not now.

For now, I was content to just watch her heal, to support her from the sidelines. That was all I could do.

And as the group continued to sing their hearts out, I smiled, knowing that for tonight, at least, they had a safe space to just be themselves. And Ahyeon—she was finally starting to believe she could be herself again.

The night had gone smoothly, all things considered. After the karaoke session, the group was in high spirits—laughing, joking, and clearly enjoying themselves more than I had expected. Their energy, infectious and carefree, made the atmosphere feel lighter than usual. But as the night wore on, the alcohol started to take its toll on them. They were all a bit tipsy, swaying with every step and laughing at even the smallest things.

I helped Ruka guide them out of the restaurant, making sure they stayed steady on their feet. First, it was Rami, then Chiquita, who was still giggling, and then Asa, who clung to me a little longer than necessary for support. One by one, I guided them to the van, making sure they were all safe and sound.

But when it was Ahyeon's turn, I couldn't help myself.

She stood there, swaying slightly, her dark hair illuminated by the glow of the streetlights. Her eyes, although hazy from the alcohol, still held that same quiet intensity. She looked so... ethereal. It was hard to look away. She was like a moon in the middle of a dark night—her beauty felt otherworldly.

I stood frozen for a moment, caught in the pull of her presence. Her lips were slightly parted as she blinked, her gaze meeting mine with that soft vulnerability I had only ever seen in private moments. For a split second, everything else faded away.

But then, Ruka's sharp voice cut through the moment.

“Y/n! What the hell are you doing?! Bring her in now before someone notices!”

I snapped back to reality, my heart racing as I realized how long I had been staring. Quickly, I stepped forward, placing a hand gently on Ahyeon’s back to guide her to the van.

She stumbled slightly but smiled up at me, her voice soft and a little slurred. “Thank you… Y/n,” she murmured, her tone warm, and for a brief second, I thought I heard a hint of something deeper.

I swallowed hard, trying to hide the way my heart fluttered at the sound of her voice.

Ruka, still standing by the van, glared at me with a mix of amusement and frustration. “You’re lucky they’re too drunk to notice,” she said, her tone teasing yet protective. “Let’s get them inside before our manager has a heart attack.”

I nodded, still a little flustered from the way Ahyeon had looked at me. The night felt surreal, like something out of a dream, but I couldn’t ignore the way she made me feel.

As I helped Ahyeon into the van, I couldn’t shake the thought of her—her presence, her warmth, her quiet beauty. I wanted to protect her, to be there for her, to make her feel like she wasn’t alone in this crazy world she lived in.

But for now, I could only help her when I could.

The text from Ahyeon came unexpectedly. Simple, yet it sent a rush of anticipation through me.

“Y/n, can you come to the dorm? I… I just want you to be here.”

There was no elaboration, no further explanation. It was unlike her to be so vague, but something in the way she worded it made my chest tighten. My fingers hovered over the screen for a moment before I quickly typed out a response.

“Of course. I’ll be there soon.”

I couldn’t deny it—I was eager. I wanted to see her. I wanted to know what was going on in her mind, what she was feeling. But there was also that hint of worry in my chest. Ahyeon had been through so much, and the fear that she might be struggling again lingered in the back of my mind. Still, I had to be there for her. She’d asked me to come, and I couldn’t turn that down.

I grabbed my jacket and made my way out of the restaurant, my mind racing with questions I couldn’t answer. What did she need? What was she thinking? Was everything okay?

The drive to the dorm felt longer than usual. With each passing minute, I could feel my heart beat faster, a mixture of excitement and nerves building up. When I finally arrived, I parked the car, took a deep breath, and walked toward the entrance.

Ruka was standing by the door when I arrived, her usual calm demeanor giving way to a slight curiosity. She gave me a small nod.

“She’s in her room. You can go up. Just… don’t ask too many questions. She’s been quiet today.”

Her words only deepened the worry I felt. I didn’t want to intrude, but I knew I had to be there for Ahyeon, even if she wasn’t saying much.

I nodded back at Ruka, though my thoughts were already with Ahyeon as I made my way up the stairs.

When I reached her room, I hesitated for a moment before knocking softly on the door. I didn’t want to disturb her if she was resting, but I was also afraid of what I might find if she wasn’t.

A soft voice called from inside. “Come in.”

I pushed the door open slowly, and there she was—sitting on her bed, looking as delicate and fragile as I’d ever seen her. Her eyes were slightly red, as if she’d been thinking deeply or maybe even crying. She was wrapped in a soft blanket, her gaze focused on the floor in front of her.

As I stepped inside, she looked up at me, her expression unreadable. But when she saw me, her lips curled into a small, fragile smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Y/n…” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

I walked over to her and sat down beside her, not sure what to say. I didn’t want to pressure her, but I also wanted to let her know I was here for her. Whatever it was, I wanted to be the one she turned to.

“Hey,” I said softly, my voice gentle. “You called me here. What’s going on? What’s on your mind?”

Ahyeon remained silent for a few moments, and just when I thought she wasn’t going to answer, she spoke again. Her voice cracked slightly, but she didn’t seem to care.

“I don’t know what to do anymore, Y/n,” she said, her eyes welling up with tears. “Everything feels so heavy. I want to be strong. I want to keep going… but sometimes, I just feel like I can’t. Like I’m drowning.”

The words hit me hard, more than I expected. Ahyeon, who had always been the star—the one who shone brightly, no matter the darkness—was struggling. And I couldn’t ignore it any longer. I couldn’t pretend she was okay when she was clearly fighting something inside.

I didn’t know what to say, but what I did know was that I couldn’t leave her like this. I couldn’t stand seeing her like this. So, I did the only thing that felt right. I reached out, placing my hand gently over hers.

“It’s okay,” I said, my voice filled with certainty. “You don’t have to do it all alone. You’re not drowning, Ahyeon. You’re not. I’m right here. And I always will be.”

She didn’t pull away. Instead, she squeezed my hand, a small but meaningful gesture. Tears slipped down her cheeks, and I could see the weight she had been carrying—everything she had been hiding from the world—finally coming to the surface.

“I don’t want to lose everything again,” she whispered, her voice full of pain.

And in that moment, I realized—Ahyeon wasn’t just struggling with the pressures of being an idol. She was still haunted by the trauma of her past. The accident. The fear. The uncertainty. It was all still so fresh in her mind, and she was fighting it every single day.

I pulled her closer, wrapping my arms around her gently. “You won’t lose anything, Ahyeon. Not as long as I’m here.”

The kiss was a whirlwind, unexpected but full of emotion. When her lips touched mine, everything else seemed to fade away. The warmth of her kiss, soft and gentle at first, quickly deepened, and I couldn’t help but respond, my heart racing. The faint lavender scent of her lipstick lingered on my lips, mingling with the tears that had escaped her eyes.

Ahyeon pulled back, her face flushed, but the sadness was still evident in her eyes. She looked at me for a moment, as if trying to gather the right words, but before she could speak, she collapsed into me, her arms wrapping tightly around my chest. Her sobs were quiet at first, but soon they grew louder, filled with the weight of everything she had been holding in.

I held her close, my hand gently stroking her hair, trying to comfort her in the only way I knew how. “Ahyeon, it’s okay. You don’t have to say anything,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “I’m here for you. Always.”

She cried harder, her body shaking in my arms. It broke my heart to see her like this, so vulnerable and lost, but in a way, it was a relief. I could feel her letting go of the pressure she had been carrying. I wanted to tell her that she didn’t have to carry it alone, that she didn’t have to hide her pain, but I knew she needed time to process everything.

Minutes passed, maybe even hours, as we sat there in silence. All I could do was hold her, letting her cry it out. The tears that had been locked away for so long were finally flowing freely, and I didn’t try to stop them. She needed this release. She needed to let go.

When her sobs slowed down and her breathing became more steady, she pulled back slightly, just enough to look up at me. Her eyes were red, her cheeks streaked with tears, but there was something softer in her gaze now. Something raw, yet hopeful.

“Y/n,” she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know what I would do without you. I’ve been so afraid… afraid of everything. But with you… I feel like I can breathe again.”

I gently cupped her face in my hands, brushing away the remaining tears with my thumbs. “You don’t have to be afraid anymore, Ahyeon. I’m here for you. I’ll always be here. You’re not alone in this.”

She nodded, her lips trembling as she took a deep breath. “I know. And I want to believe that. I really do.”

I leaned in, pressing my forehead against hers. “Then believe it. You’re not alone, Ahyeon. Not anymore.”

In that moment, the weight of the world seemed to lift just a little. We sat there in the quiet of her room, holding each other, letting the silence speak for us. The connection between us, stronger than before, had become something undeniable. And though I wasn’t sure what the future held, one thing was certain—I would be there for her, no matter what.

And for the first time in a long time, I could feel a sense of peace settle in my chest.

Ahyeon’s progress was undeniable. With each passing day, she seemed to be growing stronger, more confident in herself. The members couldn’t help but notice the change, and they were all quick to comment on it. "You two look cute together," they would tease, making both Ahyeon and I blush fiercely. Ruka, in particular, was relentless. She’d joke around, calling us a couple and teasing me until I became a nervous wreck.

But despite the teasing, I could see how much it meant to Ahyeon. Every moment we spent together, watching movies, talking late into the night, or just laughing at the simplest things, made her feel alive again. The darkness that had clouded her for so long was slowly lifting, replaced by the light of connection, support, and the growing bond we had.

It wasn’t easy, but little by little, I could see the person she once was emerging from beneath all the fear and trauma. And I couldn’t help but feel proud of her.

As their comeback grew closer, the excitement and pressure in the dorm increased. "Momentary Dream" was going to be their biggest comeback yet. With a sound that was bold and elegant, filled with gorgeous tones and powerful voices, it was destined to be a masterpiece. But for Ahyeon, this comeback was even more personal—it was her chance to prove to herself that she could do it. That she was back. Back in control. Back on her own pace.

The sound of her high notes during practice, the way her voice soared with clarity and strength, reminded me of how much she had fought to get here. She had overcome so much—her injury, the emotional scars, the doubts. But now, she was embracing her chance to shine again.

One evening, as the girls were practicing, I found myself sitting off to the side, watching them with a smile on my face. I couldn’t help but feel a surge of admiration for Ahyeon. There was something about the way she carried herself now—more confident, more sure of who she was, and the way she had learned to balance her dreams with her own pace.

She caught my gaze from across the room, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. I felt my heart flutter in response, as if the bond we shared had grown even stronger.

After practice, when the girls had scattered off to their rooms, Ahyeon came over to me. She looked at me, the same spark of determination in her eyes, but now, there was something softer there too.

"You know," she said, her voice gentle yet full of resolve, "I wouldn’t be here without You."

I could see how much she meant it. How deeply she believed in the words she was saying.

"You've helped me more than you know," she continued, her gaze never leaving mine. "You've given me the courage to face all the things I was running from. And now..." She paused, her eyes shining with emotion. "Now, I'm ready. I'm ready to show everyone who I really am. I want to be the best version of myself—for me and for all the people who’ve supported me."

I stepped closer, my heart swelling with pride and affection. "Ahyeon, you already are."

Her smile grew brighter at my words, and I could see the vulnerability in her eyes. But there was no fear anymore—just hope. And love. A love that had grown between us over time, nurtured in the quiet moments and shared experiences.

As the days leading up to the comeback flew by, I could feel the weight of everything she had been through slowly lifting. The comeback was her moment, and I knew she would make it shine brighter than ever.

And no matter what happened, I would always be by her side. Supporting her. Loving her. Watching her become the star she was always meant to be.

As the days ticked down to the comeback, the tension in the dorm was palpable, but it was a different kind of tension now. It wasn’t filled with fear or doubt anymore—it was the kind that comes before something truly amazing. The girls were working tirelessly, practicing their lines, their choreography, making sure every note was perfect. And Ahyeon, who had once been filled with anxiety and uncertainty, now stood tall. She was composed, confident. She had become someone new—a version of herself that she hadn’t recognized in so long, and it was a sight to behold.

Each time she smiled at me, as she rehearsed her parts, it was as though my heart did a little flip. The way her eyes lit up, the confidence in her voice—it all made me feel like everything she had been through was finally worth it. She had found her way back to herself, and it made me incredibly proud. In moments when she’d glance at me after hitting a particularly powerful high note or perfecting a move, there was this quiet assurance in her smile, a look that said she was ready for whatever came next.

I did my best to be there for her and the rest of the group, supporting them however I could. I’d stop by during rehearsals with warm meals, making sure they stayed nourished and energized. I helped Ruka with whatever I could, whether it was offering advice or just taking on some small tasks to ease their stress. But more than anything, I knew my role was to be their anchor—to keep things light, to remind them that it wasn’t just about the pressure of the comeback. It was about enjoying the process, staying true to themselves, and letting their passion shine.

One evening, after a long rehearsal, Ahyeon walked over to me, her expression soft but proud. "I think we're ready," she said with a gentle but excited smile. "I really feel it this time. This is going to be the one."

I nodded, my chest swelling with admiration for her. "You’ve worked so hard for this, Ahyeon. I believe in you."

She bit her lip, the familiar hint of vulnerability still there, though it was much more subdued now. "I know I’ve said this before, but… thank you. For everything. For believing in me when I didn’t even believe in myself."

I gently reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder, my heart aching with emotion. "You were always worth believing in. You just needed to believe in yourself."

Her smile grew wider, and she placed her hand over mine. "I’ll keep that with me."

The next day, as they gathered for their final rehearsal before the actual performance, Ahyeon’s energy was contagious. The girls were laughing, teasing each other, yet still focused. They were all determined, but there was something else too—joy. They were enjoying each other’s company, celebrating the fact that they had come this far together.

When it came time for Ahyeon to sing her high note during the final run-through, I held my breath. Her voice rang out, clear and pure, and for a moment, it felt like the entire world held still. The power and emotion in that one note—it was more than just a performance. It was a symbol of her journey, of everything she had overcome. I could see the pride in her face as she finished, a quiet confidence radiating from her.

The girls all cheered, and for a brief moment, Ahyeon turned to look at me. Her smile was wide, almost radiant. In that moment, I realized something—this wasn’t just a comeback for her. It was the culmination of everything she had been working for, not just as an idol, but as a person. She had found her strength, her voice, and it was shining brighter than ever.

As I stood there, watching her, I couldn’t help but feel grateful. Grateful for the way she had allowed me to be part of her journey, and for the way she had let me help her find her way back to herself. I was certain that this comeback—her comeback—was going to be one of the greatest things she’d ever achieved.

And as I looked at her, standing there among her members, more confident and at peace than I had ever seen her before, I knew one thing for certain: nothing would ever stop her. Nothing would ever take away the smile on her face, the fire in her heart, or the strength in her voice. Because Ahyeon, at last, was truly herself again.

The morning of D-Day had finally arrived, a day the members of Babymonster had been waiting for. Their comeback stage was upon them, the culmination of all their hard work, sweat, and determination. The fans were eagerly anticipating the moment when they'd see the girls take the stage again, stronger and more confident than ever. But just as they were about to begin the final preparations, a tragedy struck.

Y/n, the one person who had always been there for them, the one person Ahyeon had started to rely on more than ever, was caught in a car accident. A drunk driver, reckless and careless, had slammed into his car while he was on his way home. The collision was severe, and Y/n was rushed to the hospital, unconscious and in critical condition. The news spread like wildfire, devastating the members, especially Ahyeon.

When the girls first heard the news, it was like the floor beneath them had been pulled away. The excitement they had been holding onto for their comeback was quickly replaced with fear and worry. The reality of the situation hit them like a ton of bricks.

Ahyeon, in particular, was overwhelmed. She stood there, staring blankly at her phone screen as the news flashed before her eyes, her body shaking. Her breath became shallow, uncontrollable, and her chest tightened with the weight of the news. The panic took hold of her as she gasped for air, unable to catch her breath.

Ruka, who had been preparing for the stage with the others, immediately rushed to her side. The others followed, surrounding Ahyeon, but she couldn’t stop shaking. The thought of Y/n lying in a hospital bed, possibly fighting for his life, consumed her.

"Ahyeon, please breathe," Ruka said gently, her voice cracking with concern. "You need to calm down. For him."

But Ahyeon could barely hear her through the pounding in her head. "He... he’s not okay... Y/n… he… he can’t be... please, no..." she stammered, her voice breaking.

The other members gathered around her, their arms enveloping her in a tight hug. They each whispered words of comfort, trying to keep her grounded. Chiquita held Ahyeon’s hand tightly. "We need to focus, Ahyeon. We have to be strong now. Y/n would want us to be strong. Asa placed her hand on Ahyeon’s back, her voice soothing but firm. "We can’t change what happened. But we can make sure we do this right. For him."

Rami, usually the quieter one, spoke up as well, her voice filled with determination. "We’re in this together. Y/n would want us to do this for him. To push through, no matter what."

But it was Ruka who spoke the words that seemed to cut through the panic. "Show must go on, Ahyeon. For him. For you. For us. He’s fighting for you right now. And you need to fight too."

At those words, Ahyeon’s body stilled. The frantic shaking began to slow, and she took a deep breath, though the weight of the situation still hung heavily in her chest. She thought of Y/n, of everything he had done for her, and how he had been there for her when she was at her lowest. She couldn’t just crumble now. Not when he needed her to be strong.

The members kept their arms around her, silently offering their support as Ahyeon slowly calmed down. The panic didn’t completely go away, but it subsided enough for her to steady herself.

"Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I’ll do it. For him. For Y/n."

The words were barely above a whisper, but they were enough. Enough to push her forward, to remind her of the strength she had found within herself. Ahyeon wiped away her tears, looking at each of the members who had been her strength through the turmoil. She nodded to herself, the determination slowly returning to her eyes.

The show would go on. It had to. She owed it to Y/n. And she owed it to herself, to them, to all of the fans who were waiting.

The members gave Ahyeon one last hug, and with a final, encouraging look, they left the room to prepare for the stage. Ahyeon followed them, her heart still heavy, but now, there was a quiet strength in her steps. They would make it through this. For Y/n. For themselves. They had come too far to let anything stop them now.

As they took their places on stage, the lights blinding, the cameras rolling, Ahyeon kept Y/n in her heart. She knew he was fighting, and she would fight for him too. She would give her all, just like she always had, but now with a fire that burned deeper.

Because no matter what happened, she wasn’t giving up. Not now. Not ever.

"Memories of You" – Title Track for MOMENTARY DREAM (Intro) [Soft instrumental, building tension] Ahyeon: In the silence, I was lost, A broken soul, a shattered cost, But you reached out, you found me, You fixed the pieces no one could see. (Verse 1) Ahyeon: I was broken like porcelain, Cracked and bruised, I couldn’t win, But you held me, made me whole again, You gave me strength I thought had been forgotten. (Pre-Chorus) Rora: Through the darkness, I couldn’t see, But you were there, standing next to me, You pulled me out from the wreckage I’d become, Now I'm alive, I'm no longer numb. (Chorus) All: Memories of you, a light in the storm, Through all the pain, you kept me warm, From shattered glass to a brand new start, You fixed me up, you healed my heart. Memories of you, forever we'll stay, No more shadows, no more decay, With you by my side, I'm not afraid, I'm whole again, the pieces you saved. (Ruka's & Asa’s Rap) Ruka: We were trapped in a labyrinth, no way out, People doubted us, filled us with doubt, But you came, showed us the light, Guided us through the endless night. Asa: You were the exit we needed to find, With you, we left the darkness behind, Now we stand, no longer lost, We owe you our strength, we paid the cost. (Verse 2) Rami: I was drowning in my own fears, But you wiped away all of my tears, With every step, you pulled me near, You made me feel like I could breathe again. Chiquita: You were the spark, I was the flame, You didn’t let me drown in shame, You held me close, you made me believe, That I could fly, that I could achieve. (Bridge) Pharita (Softly, growing stronger): In the dark, I couldn’t find my way, I couldn’t trust, I couldn’t stay, But your love, your warmth, it broke the chains, You fixed me when I thought I’d never be whole again. (Chorus) All: Memories of you, a light in the storm, Through all the pain, you kept me warm, From shattered glass to a brand new start, You fixed me up, you healed my heart. Memories of you, forever we'll stay, No more shadows, no more decay, With you by my side, I'm not afraid, I'm whole again, the pieces you saved. (Final High Note) Ahyeon (With soaring vocals): Now I stand, stronger than before, With the love you gave, I soar, The memories of you, the ones I cherish, You helped me bloom, when I thought I'd perish. (Outro) Ahyeon: Thank you for all that you’ve done, For being my light, for helping me run, You healed my broken heart, now it beats again, And with every note, I’ll sing your name, my friend.

Live Performance:

The music fades out as the stage lights shine brightly, the members standing together. Ahyeon steps forward, her breath heavy with emotion. The crowd is roaring, anticipating the end of the performance.

Ahyeon wipes a tear from her cheek, looking down for a moment before speaking to the microphone.

"I want to thank someone who's not here with us today. Y/n... you were always there when we had nothing. You helped us, gave us hope when the world didn't. You fixed me when I was broken... you made me whole. I... I love you. Always."

The crowd falls silent, confused at first, not sure who she is referring to. They look at each other, whispering. Ahyeon, sensing their confusion, continue.

"You see, Y/n was the one who cared for us when no one did. He was there for me when I was lost. When I couldn’t even recognize myself. He helped me find my pace, helped me believe in myself again. Without him, I wouldn’t be standing here today. He showed me what it means to love and be loved, even when I didn’t deserve it. I want him to be proud of me... of us... because we made it here together. And I’m smiling because of him."

As she finishes, tears well up in her eyes, and the rest of the members stand by her, supportive and proud.

The fans, though still unsure of the full story, can see the raw emotion in Ahyeon's eyes. They cheer, applauding the vulnerable moment, knowing it came from the deepest part of her heart. The music fades completely, and the lights go down, but Ahyeon stands there, looking out over the crowd, her heart finally at peace.

The song was more than just a performance—it was a message. A tribute to Y/n, and to the man who gave her a chance when no one else would. A chance to be herself. A chance to smile again.

"Memories of You" would forever be the song that marked the moment Ahyeon found herself—because of him.

Y/n's body lay still in the sterile, cold hospital room. The beeping of machines was the only sound breaking the suffocating silence. His face, once full of life, now looked pale and fragile, a stark contrast to the vibrant person he had been just days ago. Tubes filled his mouth, helping him breathe. His head was bandaged, wrapped tightly to cover the deep wound from the crash, a constant reminder of the violent impact that had left him in this state. His body seemed to be fighting for life, but no one could predict how long it would take—or if he would ever wake up at all.

The doctors had said he was in a comatose state, the trauma to his head severe enough to leave him unconscious, unsure of when or if he'd recover. There was no telling how long it would take for him to regain consciousness, if at all. Every second felt like an eternity, with no guarantee of the future.

Ahyeon had barely been able to process the news when the call came in. Her world had come crashing down as she rushed to the hospital with the other members, her thoughts swirling in a panic she couldn't control. She had to see him. She had to be with him. The thought of losing him—of not being able to thank him, to hold him, to let him know how much he meant to her—was unbearable.

As the girls entered the room, Ahyeon’s gaze immediately locked onto Y/n, lying there, unconscious. Her heart shattered in that instant, the weight of everything overwhelming her. She couldn’t breathe. Her knees gave way, and she dropped to the floor beside him, her hands trembling as she reached for him. The tears fell without warning, hot and fast, soaking her face as she whispered his name through broken sobs.

"Y/n... Please... Please come back to me."

The members stood behind her, their faces just as devastated. Ruka, Asa, Rami, and Chiquita could only watch helplessly as Ahyeon collapsed, her hands gripping the edge of Y/n's hospital bed, as though holding onto him might bring him back. They had always relied on him, had always felt his support, but now it felt like they were powerless, unable to do anything but watch and wait.

Ruka stepped forward first, her own tears streaming down her face as she knelt beside Ahyeon. She wrapped her arms around Ahyeon, pulling her into a comforting embrace, her own sorrow mirrored in every movement.

"Ahyeon, please, stay strong. Y/n would want you to. He’ll fight through this," Ruka said, her voice breaking as she spoke.

Asa joined in, crouching down and placing a hand on Ahyeon's shoulder. "He's going to be okay, Ahyeon. We just have to believe. He’s always been there for us. We need to be here for him now."

But Ahyeon, her face buried in her hands, couldn't stop the overwhelming flood of emotions. "I... I don’t know if I can do this without him," she choked out. "He’s everything... He fixed me when I was broken. He saved me, and now... now he’s lying here like this..."

Her sobs echoed in the room, and one by one, the members knelt beside her. They surrounded her with their warmth, their silent support, knowing there were no words to comfort the depths of her pain. All they could do was be there for her, just as Y/n had always been there for them.

The room was filled with their cries—soft whispers of hope, of desperation. No one could bear to leave him alone. Not when he had given them everything. Not when he had been their light, their strength. Now, in this moment of darkness, they needed to be his.

Ruka held Ahyeon tighter, feeling her heart shatter alongside her. "We’re here, Ahyeon. We’re here. We’ll wait with you. We’ll wait for him to come back."

As Ahyeon continued to sob, her heart aching in a way she had never known before, she thought of the last words she had spoken to Y/n. How she had thanked him, how she had told him she loved him. She only wished he could hear it now, that he could wake up and know that everything she had said had come from the deepest part of her soul. That he had healed her broken heart, given her hope when all she had known was despair.

But now, all she could do was wait.

"Please, Y/n," she whispered through her tears. "Come back to me. Please don't leave me."

And in that moment, despite the pain, despite the uncertainty, she felt a small flicker of hope. She knew that Y/n had always been a fighter. And if anyone could come back from this... it was him.

[miniimight]

Gotta admit the way you write midoriya is just so... Literally can't find the words to describe it. I had this scenario I wished to request of you it's okay if you don't want to do it. Midoriya with an significant other that hears people taking about them, not deserving of him and how they are using him for his fame and all, then he teaches them a lesson?

DEFENDING YOU the gossip around the office gets on his nerves a lil bit

with izukuuuuu :heart: + gn!reader

notes absolutely in love with this request ! thanks for reading my stuffs <3

a while after you were revealed as his girlfriend, izuku was faced with many backhanded comments about his relationship. sure, they were few and far between, but when they did happen he felt his self-control diminishing way faster than usual. especially if that person had the balls to say it to his face.

to be completely honest, he thought that everyone else should mind their own fucking business. he doesn't kid around when it comes to the people he cares about. the fact that he wants and needs you is enough.

but, nonetheless. people will still run their mouths.

it was another casual day in the office. you had the day off work and he was stuck at the agency headquarters, flipping through paperwork.

you were excited to see him. izuku had been holed up in work for what seemed like forever, and you were so happy to get the chance to spend time with each other during the coming weekend.

as you walked through the halls, you noticed the eyes following you. they were hard to miss, but they were part of the routine at this point. you soon found yourself in the elevator, head ducked as you pulled out your phone.

izu: you coming up soon baby?

you: yeah, i'm like 5 mins away

you: okay im in the lobby, heading up rn

izu: yayyy can't wait to see you, love :3

you smiled softly to yourself. when you looked up, the elevator was packed; all you could see were the backs of the seven or so individuals in front of you, pushing you into the corner. your stomach felt a little uneasy, thinking about how you'd have to tell these people to move to let you through, but you remembered izuku was on the top floor. there was no way they were all heading there.

the hushed voices of a few employees made your heart pound.

"you're talking about deku's s/o?"

"yeah! aren't they... i dunno. a little out of his league?"

"i'm saying! like i'd get it if they were maybe a model or something. but they're literally just a civilian. how disappointing is that? like uravity is right there."

"i'm sure they're just using him for his fame. he's in the field so much with other badass heroes, they probably barely get to see him. if deku wasn't deku, they'd dip in a heartbeat."

they all laughed.

you wanted to stop listening. flood your mind with meaningless thoughts to distract you. but you couldn't resist tuning in, feeding your insecurities and doubt.

the ding of the elevator saved you. they filed out of the elevator, leaving you with the cheerful jingle of the lift.

you were quiet as you walked down the long halls of the top floor, their words echoing in your mind. you knew they weren't true—and god, would izuku reassure the fuck out of you—but negativity was negativity. and negativity had a way of finding cracks and slipping through.

the giant glass doors slid over the tiled floor soundlessly, yet izuku's head popped up from behind all the papers and files at your arrival.

a huge grin bloomed on his face as he sped over to you, paperwork forgotten. "hello, honey. did you get up here okay?"

"yeah," you smiled and held up a takeout bag. "i got some snacks for us."

izuku's calculating gaze bore into you as he gingerly accepted the bag. "you alright?"

"hmm?" you tilted your head in confusion. of course he noticed. "yeah, i'm good." the last thing you wanted to do was stress him out even more.

his brows furrowed. he stepped closer to you, his hands resting on your waist. "don't lie to me, sweetheart." his tone was scolding but his eyes were gentle. "what's bothering you?"

you pursed your lips, sighing. "just a couple people talking about us, 'n how i don't deserve you—"

you felt him stiffen, his expression going cold.

"how i'm using you for the fame, blah, blah, blah." you forced a smile, trying to play it off in an amusing light. "you know, the usual."

izuku was tightlipped, responding only with a "hmm."

he was staring at the wall behind you, eyes narrowed as if he'd seen a villain or something. you knew that expression well.

you cupped his face, guiding him to look at you. "hey. it's okay, izu, i'm used to it. don't mind them, alright?"

izuku's gaze softened and he leaned into one of your palms, the other lifted off his face by his own hand. he pressed a little kiss to your wrist, rubbing his hand up and down your arm soothingly as you both walked out his office.

he decided to drop it, and just love the shit out of you as an apology for experiencing such disrespect. even if he did everything in his power to make sure everyone knew he belonged to you just as much as you belonged to him, he still felt guilty when people attacked you.

he still had many questions: who were they, what floor did they get off, and how can i discipline them? he usually felt sympathy for when employees messed up, but suddenly... he wasn't against firing them all.

the ride down to the lobby was filled with many adoring employees who giggled at the sight of the pro-hero, a phenomenon you were also very familiar with.

soon, you were gliding through the lobby, so close to freedom when he picks up on the idle chatter he hates so much.

"i think that's them!"

"it is. woah, his s/o is way more dull when you see 'em next to each other."

izuku grit his teeth. his eyes glanced down to you, seeing the way you blinked and pursed your lips. he suddenly paused. you walked forward a couple steps before you were tugged back by his stationary hand.

you looked at him curiously. "izu..?" your eyes darted around, lingering on the three that said those things about you.

he smiled, bending over you as he kissed your lips gently, pecking your forehead as well. "why don't you go to the car, love? i'll catch up in a second."

you gave him a warning look, noticing how he was drifting to where the three sat. "izu... really, let's just go."

he kissed you again and your head was swimming. "i'll only be a minute, angel. go on." he pat your back and watched as you left the lobby. when he turned around his expression was completely different.

he walked over to the three people, who instantly straightened at his approach. they shared glances with each other, both a little scared and confused.

"hello." izuku smiled, but there was no indication that he was happy. "i'm deku, and you all are..?"

they meekly listed their names, to which izuku took mental notes and nodded.

"great. uhm, i overheard you talking about my s/o?" he cocked his head to the side. "please, i'd love to hear your thoughts." he chuckles. "i'm kinda obsessed with them, or whatever."

"o-oh..." they stutter and avoid his gaze, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "no, it was nothing, really."

"hmm? nothing?" izuku and his months of public appearance training only made him more intimidating when angry; the joyless smile he wore as annoyance bubbled through him was ten times worse then any outright show of anger. "are you sure?"

"yes! promise." one nods eagerly.

he laughs mirthlessly and the three weakly chuckled along, thinking they were out of trouble. leaning close to them, his voice dropped into a low hum. "i'd like to keep it that way, yeah? let's not make them sad just so you could feel like you have an opinion about something that does not concern you whatsoever."

the three held onto each other, eyes rounded with shock as they listened to the pro-hero before them.

izuku's head tilted ever-so-slightly. "well?"

they began to trip over each other with their agreement, yes, of course! we wouldn't dream of it. consider it done! whatever you say!

izuku flashed his famous smile. "glad we got that sorted out. and just so that we're crystal clear, if i—or anyone for that matter—catch you talking down on my s/o again..." he pursed his lips, his eyes narrowing in thought. "i'd hate to have to terminate your contracts... it's a lot of paperwork, you know?"

they shook their heads, bowing deeply to the pro-hero. "never again, sir!"

"great!" izuku chirped. "bye!"

[]

your leg bobbed nervously in the car, wondering what izuku was doing and if you should go in there and see for yourself. just as you were about to act, you saw his green hair bob over the cars beside you, eventually coming into view.

you exhaled in relief as he slipped into the driver's seat, sighing happily. he turned to stare at you, leaning dreamily over the steering wheel. you smiled, though your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"you're so pretty." he sighed.

"i—" you blinked, laughing. "thank you, baby."

"i'm so lucky to have you..." he continued, leaning over the compartment separating your seats.

you giggled, matching his energy. "mhmm."

he gave you a lopsided smile. "you deserve everything i have and more."

your face felt warm as you shy away from him, knowing why he was spouting all these affirmations. his fingers hooked under your chin, tilting your face. his hair brushed against your forehead as he captured your lips. he grinned at you when he pulled away, staring at you with such adoration.

"so..." you ignore your racing heart and try to regulate your breathing. "are you gonna tell me what happened?"

he squished your cheeks before turning back in his seat, starting the car. "nope!"

you smiled and rolled your eyes, uncertainties gone and doubt erased. in the end, you weren't ever bothered. and strangely, you never saw those three faces again.

© miniimight ! thanks for reading <3

[venxomi]

The God of the Pit and "Happiness"

Today I started thinking about the Pit God and its goals. What we know is that the series is slowly heading towards the destruction of all Yorishiros. Hanako claims that once you destroy all of the Yorishiros, "God" will grant his wish.

That is why he was using the rumors being twisted as a pretext to destroy them. Sakura will also be freed once they're all destroyed. But what does the Pit God get out of this?

Sakura also claims that everything might all just cease to exist. That made me think and think...

In the new present, chapter 120 reveals that it uses captured souls to lure the living and eat them alive, and then trap and use their souls to lure even more people, always wanting more.

Then it hit me. This entity was linked with "happiness" since its introduction.

In chapter 68, Sumire described how the villagers would say that the sacrifices would be granted eternal happiness, and we know that their souls are even now trapped inside the Red House's belly.

In chapter 120 in the new timeline, the Pit God even describes itself this way: "You'll descend to the bottom of the pit, to the land of the gods. This is happiness." It claims that everyone that's eaten up by It is "happy".

This happened in 118 too, when it said through Amane through the other souls that they should be happy, now that 2 new friends will join them. Again in 120, Kou explains that they're all trapped inside the Red House's belly.

Now, what do we know that the Red House is capable of doing? Showing people what they wish for, and what they can obtain in exchange for a sacrifice. How everyone who ever came to the Red House is trapped even now inside it, at the cost of their wish being fulfilled.

In 119 & 120, we can see how Amane's soul is kept in a moment of peace, where he is minding his own business and doing his work. He doesn't seem aware of what's going on at all.

The Seven Mysteries, therefore the Yorishiros, serve to keep the balance between the far and near shores, something devised to replace the practice of sacrificing people to the Pit God, especially after it was sealed. So if they're all destroyed... What if that would mean there's nothing to restrict the Pit God anymore? Nothing to stop it from consuming everything.

That would make Hanako and Sakura's expected outcomes one and the same. Everything will cease to exist because everything will be eaten up by this God, and all the same, the entire world will become something akin to the Red House, fulfilling everyone's desires while forever imprisoned inside its belly, granting them eternal "happiness", just like it's claimed to do.