#i will still judge anyone who interacts with my writing ♡

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hi! ♡ this is neve ( she/her ) and i've brought to you blush boutique's owner, nam yeonji. since she's been in ansong for twenty five years, you best believe she has done a lot of things since then! feel free to read her about and memories here. more ( like, a lot more ) details on her can also be found under the cut. and before i forget, drop a like on this post if you're up for some plotting! ( ps. i'm so happy to be here and please do expect me to be very annoying in your ims soon! )

ansong

tried dropping all of her items down at the building's lost and found. sure, she had that familiarity in her heart but what the hell would she do with a children's make-up kit? bffr.

she spent ten whole years studying at ansong university, majoring in fashion design, creative writing, then visual arts. still likes painting and reading to this day. (her subconscious was probably pushing her to do so because she barely graduated high school in her waking life.)

about fifteen years ago, she opened blush boutique and the rest is history. thanks to it, she was able to unlock her first core memory too. (her first collection was inspired by the color palette of the aforementioned children's make-up kit.)

purposefully moved to floor #09 unit #09 to try and figure out what her "nine" notecard means. (spoiler alert: nothing good.)

for now, the only thing she remembers of her past is that she was very close to her grandmother.

personality

looks like a bitch, sounds like a bitch, is a bitch. i was originally going to make her less complicated but where's the fun in that!

success has always been the most important thing to her and it's no different now; take a look at her degrees or her boutique. pushes herself hard and pushes others even harder.

the beautiful thing about her is that no matter how cold or intimidating she may be, she mostly just doesn't know how to interact with people. she doesn't necessarily want to be rude, but she also doesn't care enough to apologize and try harder when she fucks up... so, you know. she sucks but not that much.

on the bright side, she's nice to party with! just don't work at blush or get too close to her and you will be fine! i think.

in my head, she has the same energy as that one annoying coworker who comments on everything you do and spreads gossip for fun. i support women's rights and wrongs.

another slightly concerning thing she does is people-watching. doesn't try to be subtle about it either. if you think she's judging you, she most likely is.

but she's not all bad! (please don't give up on her pleaseplaeasepelapselease)

very creative. puts a lot of thought and effort into everything. extremely loyal, both to her craft and to those she loves. doesn't lie or pretend; always very straightforward about her intentions. if you're her friend, you will never feel unappreciated! you will be showered in gifts and that's a threat. just don't expect words of affirmation from her because she doesn't have the slightest idea how to do that.

connection ideas

any antagonistic plots, obviously! she called your outfit ugly, stole your cat, hit on your boyfriend/girlfriend at a bar, etc.

rivals. maybe another business owner who gets on her nerves.

that one unlikely friend who is all "i can fix her" and it grosses her out.

if you need a low maintenance friend, you have found her! your muse could ghost her for years and she wouldn't even notice.

anyone who is into art in general! if you nerd out with her, you might see a better side of her, just saying!

let's give her another weird ex! she can't remember the one from her waking life so it's okay. <3

or anything else you want. i'm all ears!

and now, onto the part you're probably curious about!

trigger warnings: brief mentions of abuse (child, domestic, and alcohol), depression, suicidal ideation, and murder.

life and death

let me set the scene: late 70s, jeju city. baby yeonji's parents, living their best life thanks to grandma yeonji, so much so that they even named their only child after her. thing is, her grandmother was one of the most successful actresses of her time, which allowed the family to live luxuriously.

naturally, this privilege also came with its own set of expectations. her grandmother and mother were both adamant that yeonji goes down the acting route herself.

(this was mostly to make up for the fact that her mother never succeeded as an actress. passing down generational trauma, the tragedy of being a daughter, etcetera. you know how it goes.)

so yeonji became a child actress, constantly missing school just to keep up with her work. by her early 20s, she started to win awards of her own. acted in a lot of romance k-dramas, which she absolutely hated.

her then boyfriend (who is unnamed for plot purposes but also because i hate his ass) proposed to her at an award ceremony (way to make it about yourself, buddy) and the two got married soon after.

long story short, their relationship turned really abusive and yeonji started drinking. she would also frequently call suicide hotlines as she felt like she had lost control over her life. (or that she never had any to begin with.)

just a minute before the clock struck midnight on new years' eve in '99, yeonji had an argument with her husband and was pushed off a balcony. (not so fun fact: the nine notecard refers to the year and the number of floors she fell down.)

currently thinking about how both her grandmother and mother outlived her but.. that is a heartache for another day..

if you read this far, have this lore accurate yeonji depiction:

[astrobuggy]

My favorite TSAMS/TLAES/MGAFS trios and duos

(Idk if they got names to em)

☆ Solar & Lunar

- Meeting an alternative version of your brother who had been nothing but cruel to you the moment you began living only to see him in a different type of lighting, you could never see him in finding comfort and closure while meeting him once again. All the while, you're doing the same thing for him. Finally, being shown kindness in such a long time and a person who you can relax with and ignore all your problems you've been facing for such an agonizingly long time believing it has been nothing but your fault as to why they started. (Found brothers fr 🤧)

♡ Pollux, Castor, Lunar

- Two intergalactic star beings who have never interacted with other beings except for their own kind, finally meeting another person, all the while doing a mission they were assigned to. A being made of metal and crafted by mankind who has suddenly came back wrong and different. Almost like you, but still not as close to you. You're helping him find his way in this confusing path, but all the while having fun with him and making charitable memories with him with the time you have left. Finding a friend in him. (BRING BACK MY SILLIES TLAES 🗣‼️‼️)

☆ KC & Bloodmoon (twins)

- Both beings made for the soul purpose of being a murder machine. A tool. One made first one made second. The eldest one taking the young one under their wing and teaching their ways; not judging them in the slightest. The young finally being seen and heard for their murderous tendencies and being accepted for it. Finding family in people who understand you and also indulge in your activities. Both accepting each other as father and son. Only for the son to outgrow the father at the end. (Parental and kid duos will be the death of me 💔)

♡ Moon, Sun, Lunar

- Found family (I ain't writing allat 😤)

☆ Castor & Lunar

- A quiet, intergalactic being who has only known the vastness of space and what lies within it meets a person or rather a robot who barely knows anything about their galaxy besides the world they reside on. They meet paths and start to attempt to work together. Yes, they don't get along, but they start to work it out together and actually start befriending each other. (I got lazy :p)

♡ Castor & Pollux

- Being born for the first time and you don't know anyone, maybe not even yourself and the environment that surrounds you. But all you know is that you're not complete yet. You're missing your own someone. Until you find him. He's quiet, calm, and monotone. The complete opposite of yourself. You've found him! Your brother! And you're his sister. You're outgoing, fun, and loud to the fullest extent to your being. But he'll come to terms with it sooner or later. You are the two halves of one person, after all. (My top 5 fav characters fr 💗)

[purplekiwis]

I love your writing!!! Can i request subrry? Like everyone is surprised when they accidentaly find out that harry is often a sub and harry just blush constantly around y/n's conservative family because he knows they know. I would love for you to write about y/n teasing him about how it turned him on the fact that her family is not happy about it. With a little smut like a handjob in the bathroom or something.

Love ♡

subrry blurb: nosy

Warnings: Smut , Implications of exhibitionism, Slightly uncomfortable interactions with an overly curious mother

Wordcount: 3.7k

anonnnnn 💗 this one was crazy fun to write!! although i will admit i was a little scared to dive into this subject at first, 'cause i know this might not be everyone's cup of tea, but i still hope you enjoy what i came up with.

**

“Harry, the other one looked fine...” Y/N said, zipping her suitcase open as she watched Harry place yet another set of clothes over the bed. Once again, emptying half a drawer just to pick out a shirt to match his trousers.

They were going to spend Easter at Y/N’s parents’ house… something that could have perfectly justified Harry’s agitation, had it been the first time he was attending one of their family gatherings…

But it wasn’t.

He had already met all of her close relatives before, on multiple occasions, and he had never acted nervous about it before...

Power play aside, Harry was never the kind to be shy or scared to talk. He could make casual conversation with anyone… even with Y/N’s tight-lipped granny, or with her 6-year-old second cousin, who had the most racy and incoherent speech ever.

This time however, he was… incredibly fidgety.

“No, it looked stupid.” He grumbled under his breath, taking a step back to admire his outfit combos from afar. “They all look stupid.”

Y/N sighed at that, deciding to walk around the bed to meet her lover on the other side. “Come here you big ol’ grumpy baby,” She cooed, hugging him from behind and nuzzling her face on his shoulder. “Alright, tell me - what’s the real issue here? ‘Cause I know for a fact that you love that shirt.”

“Dunno, I’m just… nervous, I think.”

“About seeing my family?”

“Yeah, a bit.” He admitted, pausing for a beat before adding, “I guess I’m like… scared they’ll look at me differently.”

Y/N frowned a bit, confused. “Why would they do that, baby? They love you. You know that…”

“Yeah, but that was before… you know,” Y/N’s brows furrowed deeper, she really didn't know what he was referring to. “That thing with your mum. It was funny when you told me… but now that I actually have to see her and the rest of your family, it’s making me nervous ‘cause...” He huffed, before saying briskly, “I don't want them to think I'm not man enough for you.”

“Babyyy…” Y/N whined, shocked to find that he’d been worrying over something like that. “Whether you’re enough for me or not is up for me to decide, not my parents.” She assured, dotting kisses up his shoulder. “And I've already decided long ago. You are enough. Much more than enough...”

In response to his girlfriend’s admission, Harry turned - leaning forward and pressing his face against her neck. “Okay. Good.” He whispered, breathing in her scent before adding, “Remember when we first got together, and I told you that you were the best thing that ever happened to me? It still stands. I can’t imagine spending my life with anyone but you.”

“Good, ‘cause you’re not getting rid of me anytime soon.” She bantered, getting on her tippy toes to peck his mouth, once, twice, three times before she forced herself to pull away. “And take the button-up with the cute little spaceships. It's not stupid, it’s my favorite too.”

**

During the car drive to her parent’s house Y/N kept mulling over what Harry had said earlier…

So that was why he’d been avoiding family gatherings like the plague lately...?

Because he was scared her mom was going to judge him...?

That had never even crossed Y/N’s mind… probably because she already knew the drill when it came to her mom. Y/N’s mom was, well… a classic motor-mouth. Who liked to poke her nose into everyone’s business and then played the prude and pretended to be astounded by her juicy findings, just so she could have an excuse to ask more nosy questions.

So yeah, Y/N’s mom was a bit of a meddler… and even though her motives were more so curiosity than genuine judgment, it got annoying. Especially when she tried to poke into Harry and Y/N's sex life, after she started suspecting they weren’t doing things in the most conventional way…

Of course they’d originally never meant for any of their parents to figure anything out, and they hadn't… at least not entirely, and certainly not overnight - it wasn't as if they'd walked in to find Y/N with a whip in hand.

It was the small clues here and there, namely a few things they’d happened to have caught sight of that they were never supposed to see. Like ever.

And it also wasn’t like Y/N and Harry had a habit of leaving their kinky stuff laying around the house for everyone to see, but sometimes, because they were so used to certain objects, their brains sort of failed to remember those should look strange to other people’s eyes. Hell, most times they even forgot said objects were incriminating at all… until they noticed the bugged look in their visitor’s eyes and realized what they were staring at.

It was never something crazy like a fluorescent dildo. In fact, Y/N is pretty sure the worst experience she’s had was that one time her mom visited while her and Harry had a very, uh... interesting looking set of clothing hanging on the drying rack. Oh, or that time her dad found a lost collar under the couch and proceeded to ask if they’d gotten a pet dog.

Harry’s parents had caught onto some things too, but they knew better than to ask on them… unlike Y/N’s mom,

Who had once, after the drying rack incident, when they happened to pass by a sex shop window while shopping for sales together, turned to Y/N and said something like, “That hideous thing on the mannequin reminds me a lot of a rubbery rag I saw at your house…” Then she’d sighed, before adding in that slightly judging mother tone, “You know, sometimes I still wonder what my daughter could be doing wearing such frippery, but I think I'd rather not know.”

“Trust me, I don’t think you want to know either.” Y/N had replied, slightly annoyed. “Sides, what Harry and I do in our privacy is none of your business. I don't get why you're wasting your time thinking about that...”

“Oh, so you are admitting it is for sex…” The mother protested, rushing to keep up with Y/N's steadfast walk along the sidewalk. The slight stumble in her footsteps was almost comical in comparison to those of her daughter, who hadn’t had to swerve once, whereas she continually bumped into other walkers passing by.

“Of course it’s for sex, mom. What else would it be for?” Y/N murmured back, once the coast was clear of potential listeners.

“Well, I don't know. You tell me, you’re the one who wears it.”

“Christ mom, it's a corset! Don't need to make a scene about it... didn't you use to have a sheer babydoll? There. It's the same thing.” The girl argued, ending with a click of her tongue.

“It certainly isn't.” The mother grimaced, seeming rather nettled by the comparison. “A babydoll is elegant and modest... that thing you have is... depraved, to say the least.”

“Yeah, so?” Y/N questioned, just as miffed. “I like it and it makes me feel pretty - and good in my own skin, which is something you should be happy about.”

“So you're some kind of deviant, is that it? Like that Fifty Shadows movie. Is that what you're doing?”

“It's Fifty Shades, mom - not Shadows, and no that’s not what I’m doing because what happens in that movie is as far from a good depiction of healthy BDSM as it can get.”

“So you are doing it!” Upon her mother’s accusation Y/N simply shrugged, looking completely unconcerned as she resumed her walk. “Do you have any idea of how dangerous that kind of thing is?!” The woman hissed lowly, dashing after her daughter. “What if Harry flips one day and decides to leave you tied to the bed? Who's going to find you, then? Ever think of that? Of course you don’t. You never think about the consequences of anything.”

“You and your crazy speculations…” The girl sighed, halted, and looked back to face her mom. “When have I ever said I was the one getting tied up in the first place?”

“You didn’t, but you’re certainly not… you couldn’t possibly…” Her words came out stammered, as she scrambled to make sense of what exactly Y/N was implying. “You’re not the one doing the tying, are you?”

In response, all Y/N did was raise her brows once and smirk slightly, before focusing her attention on the other side of the road. “Look mom, Sephora’s doing clearance sales on skincare.” She nipped suddenly, changing the subject. “Should we go have a look?”

“Y/N, answer me.” The mom insisted, body growing dull and distressed.

“I've been dying to try their new cleansers... oh, and perhaps a new moisturizer would be good too...” She carried on rambling to herself, skipping onto the crosswalk just as the pedestrian traffic light turned green.

**

Casting frustration upon her mother had felt incredibly satisfying at the time, but Y/N will admit there were times she’s regretted having been so blatant…

Numerous of those being on Easter evening.

“Stop staring at Harry like that, I bet you’re making him self-conscious.” Y/N hissed at her mother, once they were the only ones left in the kitchen doing dishes after dinner. Harry had been helping them, but he was made to leave halfway by Y/N’s little cousin, who wouldn’t stop nagging him to go play "Guess who?" with him.

“I wasn’t staring.” The mom hissed back, while she arranged the dirty cutlery in the washing machine. “With that said, if he’s feeling self-conscious it’s because he knows he’s guilty of something.”

“Guilty of what, exactly?” Y/N questioned, taking a hand to her waist.

“I don’t know, probably the unspeakable things you two do together.” She said, bending over the machine to add some more dishes. “I hope you two don't get any ideas tonight, because your bed creaks and we have guests at home.”

“Oh my god, you’re insufferable!” Y/N yelped, before picking up a pan from the sink and starting to scrub it - angrily and without a care about the screwing up the nonstick.

“And it comes from a place of worriment.” The mother said, pulling the dish sponge out of Y/N’s hand and turning it over – because God forbid someone would scratch her expensive, fancy pan by cleaning it with the rough side of the sponge. “Maybe if you told me more about your life I would stop prying.”

Y/N sighed. “I got a promotion the other day…” She said, in an effort to deflect the topic.

“Really? That’s wonderful, darling...” She smiled proudly at her daughter. “What kind of promotion was it?”

“The kind that gives you more headaches than money.” The daughter said, placing the washed pan on the dish drainer. “It's been... draining, and stressful, and I'm not even sure I'll enjoy this position as much as I did the previous one.”

The mom peeked at her over lowered glasses, clearly taken-aback by her daughter's lack of enthusiasm. “So what are you doing now at the company?”

Y/N huffed, picking up another pot from the sink. “I went from managing recruitments to being in charge of the HR department.” She said, what prompted her mom to let out a cheerful hum. “Which, I mean… I don't want to sound ungrateful… it’s nice that they asked me, but… I know they only did it ‘cause they didn't want to hire someone new for the position. So, basically they gave me a dry promotion, and hoped the ego boost would be enough to hold me over.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” Her mom said, petting her back in consolation. “I’d say you should test it out for a little longer to see if you like it… and if you do, perhaps you can look for another company that is willing to pay more for the same job…” She smiled reassuringly, bidding her daughter into returning the gesture. “How about Harry? Is he still working at that gaming shop?”

“Mhm, he is.” Y/N smiled at the mention of Harry… she hoped he was having an okay time playing with her cousin. If she could bet, she’d say he was currently playing the fool and letting the little guy win all the rounds of "Guess who?".

“It’s a shame he didn’t get to go to college… he’s a smart kid. He could’ve landed a good job at a company like you did if he wanted to…” Y/N's mom said, although she didn't sound faultfinding, just… reflective.

“He doesn’t need to.” Y/N said instantly. “He likes working there, and we make plenty enough for the two of us.”

“Yes, but one day it won't be just the two of you, will it?” She reminded, playfully nudging Y/N’s shoulder.

“Even so, it would be fine. But that's not something for now either… we have enough in our plate as is… don't need shitty diapers on top.” The girl laughed when her mother slapped her arm for cursing. “I have to say though… I’m surprised by how much you want me and Harry to start a family…”

“What? Why?” The woman asked, taken aback. “Oh,” She blurted once she noticed Y/N’s suggesting look, waving the dishcloth in her hand dismissively. “I’ve always liked Harry... and I love you. I can tell the two of you are happy with each other, and that’s all a mom could really care about...” She paused, “And he helps with the house chores – I care about that too.”

**

By the time Y/N left the kitchen and reentered the living room, Harry and her cousin were no longer playing - the kid had flaked out on the couch and was now drooling onto one of her mom’s cushions. Beside him sat Harry, who was leaning against the arm of the couch, with his arms crossed over his chest. By the looks of it, he too wasn't far from catching some z's.

His heavy eyelids opened from startlement when he felt someone sit next to him, but once he realized it was Y/N he smiled contentedly, shifting on his bum just so his body was leaning against her shoulder instead. “Feelin’ okay?” Y/N asked, lovingly fixing a strand of hair behind his ear.

“Yeah, ‘m okay.” He straightened up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “Just getting sleepy, I think.”

“Wanna go to bed?”

He nodded, before saying, “But I don’t mind waiting if you want to stay and chat with your family longer…”

“No, it’s all right. We can do that tomorrow, I’m a bit tired from the drive too and uh, miss you. Want to cuddle you.” Y/N said earnestly, getting up with a small huff and extending out a hand to help Harry get on his feet as well. Only, he was such a wobbly sleepy mess that she ended up having to drag him by the hand into her childhood bedroom, where the two of them spent the night.

**

“Babyy…” Y/N cooed lowly, “Baby, baby, baby…” She rehashed, laying soft kisses over Harry’s cheek in between words. It was now the next morning - 10am to be precise - and Harry was still blissfully asleep, unphased by the commotion happening outside the bedroom walls, with everyone talking loudly in the kitchen while having breakfast.

Or so Y/N thought, until he spoke against his pillow. “If you keep giving me kisses ‘m never going to want to get up,”

Y/N chuckled, playfully nipping his ear before letting go. “So you’ve been awake and ignoring me this entire time, have you?”

“Mhm…” Harry still mumbled sleepily against his pillowcase, before twisting on the bed to face his girlfriend. “Good mornin’,” He said, tipping his head forwards to get a kiss from her.

“Good morning,” Y/N murmured against his mouth, still kissing it.

“Wait,” Harry mewled once she tried to pull away, unwilling to let go so soon. “I haven’t finished saying ‘Good morning’ yet…” He said, as his lips tentatively began to move down her neck, towards her cleavage. He tried to draw her shirt down by the neckline, just so his mouth could reach her nipples.

“No puppy, you’re going to turn yourself on…” Y/N scolded, while gently tugging the fabric back up. “We can’t do naughty stuff here. This bed is way too noisy… and so are you, you’re a noisy little thing.”

“I can be quiet…” Harry promised, making pretty eyes at her.

“Or… you can be patient and wait until we’re back home.” She retorted, as her finger reached up to tick his nose playfully. Harry’s hand grasped around her wrist before it could pull away, and gently he guided her fingers towards his mouth. He kissed them all over, before finally taking them inside.

Arousal ran down Y/N’s body at the filthy sight… and the feeling of warm, wet suction confining her skin. It moved up and down. Over and over, until Harry’s lips pulled off and he hesitantly guided her hand to rest over his belly instead.

Then, slowly, he steered it the rest of the way down… until it reached his erection. They both gasped at her contact, “It’s for you...” Harry mumbled, knowing how much it turned his girlfriend on when he got vocal about her owning him.

Y/N shouldn’t let this get to her… in her head she had already decided she was going to make him wait… because this was a bad idea! It was wanton for them to be doing it at her parents' house. They hadn't even locked the door… what if someone accidentally opened it by mistake? Also, the walls in this house were thin… and Harry always got loud - especially when he said he wouldn’t. Not to mention that by doing this, Y/N was only giving her mother reasons for warning her not to have any ideas... So why was her hand rubbing-down?

“This hard just for me?” She whisper-asked, Harry nodded. “Are you going to be good if I take care of it? Do everything I say and stay nice and quiet?”

“Anything- fuck, anything you want.”

“That’s a good boy. A good, pretty boy.” Y/N pulled her hand from between his legs, making use of it to clutch his jaw instead. “Take your pants off and get down on the carpet for me, yeah?”

“Mhm,” Harry nodded, unable to say much with her hand still squeezing his cheeks. She leaned over to kiss him, soft and slow before she pulled away with a final peck and got off the bed.

The pajama pants she was wearing got tugged down her legs, along with her underwear. Harry did the same, getting up to undress himself before he sat on the floor beside the bed, like she’d told him to.

“Lay down, baby.” Y/N instructed, waiting for Harry to get comfortable before she crouched over him, straddling his face. “Lick it,” She requested, “Get it nice and wet for your greedy cock.”

Harry whimpered cravingly in response, tilting his chin up and licking upwards to smear the wetness forming on her hole over to her clit. “Mmm” He moaned once he felt her hips beginning to rock against his nose, but luckily his moan came out muffled. His lips latched around her clit, sucking it repeatedly until her legs began to shudder around his head from the stimulation.

Harry was hungry for it, she could tell by the way he was lapping at her folds like she was pouring sugar on his tongue.

His hands were clasped onto her ass, pulling her cheeks slightly apart just so her pussy was spread too.

Y/N would spend hours riding Harry's face if she could, but she wanted to take care of him too... and they also needed to hurry the fuck up before people started getting suspicious of their absence. “That’s enough, puppy.” She stated, propping her knees on the floor just so she could scoot back. “You were very good,” She praised, sorting a few sticky hairs away from his face. “But I want to put you in now, is that okay?”

“Yes, yes… please fuck me.” Harry pleaded, although his words got cut off by Y/N - who rushed to cover his mouth with her hand.

“Quiet.” She whispered as she adjusted herself over his lap, using one hand to guide his erection inside while the other remained curled over his mouth to keep him silent. “This dick is such a hassle… always getting hard, always feeling needy.” She huffed, as she slowly sank on it. “I would put it in a cage if I didn’t think I’d miss it so much…”

“Mmmm.” Harry moaned, his voice muffled by her hand.

The seldom noises inside the bedroom were lewd as she rode him, sounding hushed and wet from how slippery Y/N was between her legs. “You know, I think I might like you better this way… Still. Quiet. No whimpers, no pleas… just taking me like a good boy.”

He moaned louder at her words, shaking his head frantically. “Shh… too loud, puppy. Are you trying to get people to hear us?” His cheeks blushed, eyes glinting from arousal. “Shit… you actually like that idea, don’t you? Do you want them to hear you...? Want them to know how much of a desperate little sub you are for me…?”

Harry nodded once again, unable to stop his hips from bucking up with the excitement, “Yes, you do…” Y/N teased softly, removing her hand from his mouth for moment, “Say it out loud. Right now.”

He inhaled deeply. Puffy lips parting in a gasp before they contorted into a gorgeous, wicked smile. “I’m your desperate little sub and it turns me on that people know.”