#like it makes a comeback and then we all have to pretend they didn't say the most horrible suicide inducing shit about us

[ashton-slashton]

Also, casual reminder from douchebag minisoc up there that people are still just like. Casually acephobic all the fucking time lmao.

its fucking crazy how regularly people on this website who really earnestly consider themselves Radical and Progressive vitriolically mock polyamorous people

[httpsryu]

muse? pt. 4

pairing: kang haerin x fem newjeans!reader

summary: getting a new member way long after debut and before a comeback isn't really the best idea to haerin

category: enemies-to-lovers (?), kpop idol au

genre: slow burn, angst, and fluff

warnings: a bit frustrating and A LOT of jealousy

a/n: i appreciate all the love muse has gotten so far! tysm everyone :)

With a small sigh, you proceed to walk into the dressing room, following your hair and makeup stylists. Seeing the fellow '06 liner, you can't help but to already roll your eyes knowing she's probably going to say some remark to you. 

"I would think you've gotten lost or something." Haerin immediately starts upon seeing you at the doorway. 

Huddling the already soaked towel around your frame, you can't help but chatter your teeth. "I think I'm knowing my way around this building since we were here pretty early." 

"Hmm. Good for you." Haerin shuts her eyes for the makeup artist to do her eye makeup. 

You can't help but to let out another very obvious eye roll at the other. 

"Y/N-shi, inside the changing room, there's a new outfit for you to change into." Your makeup stylist says, handing you another warm towel to which you immediately reach out for.

You bow at the older lady, thanking her with a smile before disappearing off into the changing room.

Haerin watches through the mirror, the door closing. She's still thinking about how there was a glowing energy around you, you're a different vibe when it comes to work.

However, Haerin will never admit that. Never in her life.

"Y/N-shi did amazing today." Haerin's stylist starts to talk to the other stylist. "I was so amazed at how well she grasped the cameras!"

"She used to be in a pre-debut show with other SM trainees." The other said, getting your seat ready and making it comfortable for you. "I heard that Min Hee-Jin wanted to bring Y/N with her after leaving SM but the other upper people didn't let her."

Haerin goes on her phone, pretending to not "care" about whatever the two pretty unnies are gossiping about.

"Really?!"

"Yes! She practically grew up in Min Hee-Jin's arms." The other explains, looking over and making sure each makeup product is sitting on the makeup table. "Apparently, not only did she grew up in Min Hee-Jin's arms but also in Yoo Young Jin's arms, he only trains the special trainees."

The cat-like female controls herself from rolling her eyes; yet again. Everyone is praising you for being this special star but why has Haerin not seen it yet? This supposed star that Min Hee-Jin went through lengths of bringing over here messes up the easiest part of the choreography?

Haerin doesn't get it; she really doesn't.

It pisses her off even more.

And because it pisses her off, something in her is intrigued by you.

"Unnie?" You call out from the changing room.

Haerin's stylist cannot help but to let out a small 'awe' at the tone of your voice.

"Yes, Y/N-shi?" Your stylist responds, coming over to stand in front of the changing room. "Is everything okay?"

You immediately panic at that statement, looking over in the mirror at the small rip in your dress. Only the second day of being in the group and you've already ruined a dress.

"Something happened to the dress."

"What's wrong?"

You opened the door slowly, peeking your head out with a derpy smile. "There's a rip in the dress."

"Let me see?"

With some shyness in the steps of your feet, you walk out the changing room.

Haerin almost feels her breath hitch at the sight of you in the mirror, her eyes looked at you, trailing from head to toe. Somehow, just somehow you manage to look stunning with wet hair and the "ripped" dress.

Wow.

This doesn't get past the pretty unnie who just finished up the last final touches of both Haerin's hair and makeup. She lets out a silent giggle at how cute the two groupmates are.

"Hmm, we don't have any backup dresses but..I think we can work with this somehow." Your stylist thinks, rushing out the room.

"Haerin-shi, take care of Y/N-shi. We'll be right back shortly." Haerin's stylist says before shortly following the other out in need of aid.

The feline-like female sighs once again. "You cause trouble everywhere you go."

"Here we go again.." You shake your head in astonishment, genuinely surprised at how someone could ruin the mood SO FAST. "Let me give you a word of advice. you should change your personality. no one would ever like someone who’s fussy and sensitive.”

Haerin snaps her head to turn at you. “I won’t ever ask you to like me, so don’t worry.” 

“Who says I'm worried? Stick close to your words, Haerin."

Haerin could only stare back at you, blinking blankly. She opens her mouth to say something but nothing ends up coming out of her mouth. She lets out a huff silently before turning back around and paying attention to her phone.

"Always trying to start something." You grumble under your tone, which does NOT go pass the cat-eyed female.

Haerin is starting to feel ticked off.

First, she had to wake up early in the morning to do a reshoot for the album (keep in mind that these photos were taken a couple months ago). Second, as if the company wanted to torture her enough, she got assigned with you for the duo shoots (which wasn't even a thing til now because of six members). Lastly, you just LOVE to mumble stuff knowing that she can hear.

Before Haerin could say anything, the two stylists enter the dressing room with various of ribbons and different fabrics to layer over the slight tear.

"Y/N-shi, you can help in the decision of which one looks well with the dress."

The cat-eyed female is a bit curious, so she constantly darts her pupils back and fourth with the screen of her phone and the reflection of you and the two pretty older ladies through the mirror. And somehow, Haerin's eyes focuses on you more than her phone.

Your stylist holds up a pretty piece of pale pink lace and Haerin feels her throat dry up in the back at how pretty the pink looks against you.

"Haerin-shi, what do you think?" Haerin's stylist questions, smiling a bit too wide.

You look up at your group mate in anticipation on what she'll say.

"It's pretty."

The oldest member watches the couple shoot between Haerin and you with her arms crossed in dissatisfaction. Anyone could tell that Haerin and you don't get along like the others.

"Haerin-shi, could we have you whispering something in Y/N-shi's ears? Like you're telling her a secret only for the two of you." The director suggests, hoping the shot will turn out beautiful like the how the others did.

You can't help but to feel a sense of electricity at how close the two of you are.

Haerin fights her eye roll back, scooting a bit more closer towards you and she holds up her hand besides your ear. She slowly moves her face to your ear, she's a bit nervous and uncomfortable with how close this is.

"Y/N-shi, could you tilt your head towards Haerin-shi a bit more?"

Listening to the directions given to you, you move a bit too close but a butterfly leads you to move a bit too far to where Haerin accidentally kisses your cheek. Both girls turn pink at the sudden contact, looking shy afterwards.

What just happened?

However, this shot comes out perfect.

Minji smiles in satisfaction, pushing down the bitter taste in the back of her mouth.

"No fair!" Hanni protests, sitting down on the picnic blanket in a tantrum-like manner as she watches with envy at Haerin and you.

Danielle could only pat the back of her group mate while she too holds back the bitter taste in the back of her throat with a pout.

Hyein can only shake her head at the way the others are acting. "They are so down bad."

Both Haerin and you pull apart immediately after the accidental kiss.

"S-sorry." You apologize, playing with the grass in your hands while looking down to avoid looking at her.

She clears her throat, rubbing the back of her nape in embarrassment. "It's whatever."

Another shot came out perfect.

"They're naturals at this." Your manager views the photos, impressed with how they're looking so far.

The director and staff all nod in agreement at how the two of you look so perfectly paired up.

"There's something in your hair." Haerin points out, prompting you to look up as you brush your hand through your hair. "No, it's there. Careful, you might take off your headpiece."

"Here?"

The feline-like female lets out a small silent laugh, bringing her hand up to fix the falling elf-ears. Fixing your hair afterwards.

"Thanks."

She hums in response.

"Oh! Haerin is so going to get it for trying to get to MY woman!" Hanni fists the blanket in her hand in frustration.

Being in the van close to midnight is a nightmare for the girls. All they want to do is eat and go to bed. Yet, here they are. Stuck in traffic on the busiest road in Seoul.

"Unnie, I'm so hungry." Hyein whines to Danielle, laying her head down on the older's shoulders.

Danielle could only pat the youngest's head to console her. "We'll be home soon."

Haerin looks from the rear view's mirror of the van from her seat, noticing you asleep. Minji, being the oldest she is, besides you as she keeps trying to protect your head from falling into the windows.

Wait; did she just put your head on her shoulders?

"OMG NO!" Hanni whisper-shouts, looking at her ex-roommate in frustration. "Minji is making moves on MY Y/N."

There goes the Vietnamese's delusions again. Haerin wants to just roll her eyes at the way Hanni keeps claiming you as hers. Since when were you a property?

"She sleeps so peacefully." Danielle softly speaks, looking over at you with pureness in her eyes. Oh, how she wishes you were the one laying on her shoulder.

Hyein fights back a giggle at the way everyone is acting.

"She's my roommate at the end of the day." Haerin flatly says, inserting her headphones in to not get bothered and bombarded questions about why she just said that.

Haerin doesn't know either.

Why does she feel the need to tell everyone that you're her roommate? Like why did she even bring it up?

Resting her head against the window, the cat-eyed girl couldn't help but to let her mind flashback to the accidental kiss. Her lips softly grazing against the plumpness of your cheeks. Haerin brings her fingers to her lips again and she can't help but to smile a little over the moment from earlier.

Realization seeps in and her smile drops, eyes blank as she returns back to her usual expression and shuts her eyes. Drowning herself in the music coming from her headphones and traveling into her ears. (in the back of her mind; she doesn't know why her stomach is feeling funny).

"I think Haerin thinks Y/N is cute." Hyein smiles at the others, gulping nervously at the three girls' expressions.

The bang-haired girl waves her hand, brushing it off. "Yeah right."

"No. I'm being serious." The youngest defends her case. "She just doesn't know it yet herself."

The oldest of the bunch shrugs carefully, not wanting to wake you up. "It's only been the 2nd day, who knows?"

"Come on~ everyone knows Y/N is quite cute." Danielle says, understanding Haerin. "And Haerin does like pretty girls."

Hanni rolls her eyes, covering her ears with her hands. "Stop. Stop. Stop. She's my pretty girl, though."

Hyein sarcastically shakes her head while sighing. "Y/N unnie is actually mines, so..."

The other three could only look at her, assuming that it may be a part of puberty.

Pacing back in and out of the shared bathroom in the room, Haerin wonders if she should wake you up to freshen up. Each time she walks out the bathroom, she's met with you peacefully sleeping and she doesn't dare wake you up with how content you look in your bed.

BUT, there's practice tomorrow! If anything, Haerin would not want you messing up tomorrow. AT ALL.

With full decision in her mind, she strides towards your sleeping figure.

"Hey. Wake up." She taps on your shoulder repeatedly. "We have practice tomorrow."

Opening your eyes tiredly, you're met with your member peering over you. And somehow in the dim light of the bedroom, she looks somehow angelic and not annoying like the past day. If only she looked like this all the time, perhaps you would be able to tolerate the introverted member.

Haerin's eyes widen at the sudden eye contact you and her both made, backing away.

"It's 2 in the morning, I figure you'd want to wash up before going back to bed." She rubs the back of her nape, looking at the ground. "We have practice tomorrow."

Letting out a small incoherent noise, ultimately, you listen to your roommate and sit up from the bed. "Thanks."

"You need to get better at knowing the schedules." The other states, walking back to her side of the room. "I may be your member but it's up to you whether you want this spot on the team or not."

Too out of energy to defend yourself, you let out a nod before vanishing into the bathroom. Leaving Haerin wondering why you didn't argue back with her.

Could everything be okay with you? Perhaps, was Haerin a bit mean to you? Not that she cared or anything.

She was only just warning her; she has no idea why you would be upset by her words. The cat-eyed girl shakes her head to forget all about it and keep her mind CLEAR from you. She DOES NOT want you to be the last thought in her head before going to bed.

That sounds like a definite nightmare.

Charging her phone, she places it on the bedside table before drowning herself into her covers. Shutting her eyes to get some rest for tomorrow's day, your face suddenly pops up.

The raven-haired female immediately opens her eyes in a frantic state. What the hell? She sits up, trying to process what just happened. Alarmed and frightened, she gets out of bed to walk out to the kitchen for some air.

Grabbing some water from the fridge, Haerin could only chug it down in hopes of being able to sleep and it was all just a fragment of imagination because she was EXTREMELY drained and over-worked.

"Rin?" Jihye comes walking down the halls to a rare sight of Haerin. "Everything alright?"

Haerin shuts the fridge, smiling at her best friend to not worry her. "Of course."

"How's Y/N? Is she sleeping well?" The Australian asks, walking over to grab a cup of milk. "I hope she's not too exhausted, she just got here and she's getting into all these schedules all of a sudden."

The other could only roll her eyes, agitated at how other other girls are worrying about you. After all, you're her roommate not THEIRS. So why does it matter that you end up being on her best friend's mind at the end of the night.

"After the concept photos, I think I saw her in a new light." Jihye shyly confesses, looking down at the cup of milk with a soft smile. "She's just so fresh, I don't know how to describe it."

"Do you have a crush on her or something?"

The curly-haired couldn't help but to giggle lightly. "Of course not."

That was the biggest lie Jihye could've ever said.

"Good."

prev. part ----- next. part

finally finally pt. 4 is up!!

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[hotchfiles]

passenger seat.

pairing: seth cohen x fem!reader.

summary: you try so hard to help your best friend seth recover from his broken heart you forget about yours

content warnings: underage drinking, mentions of sex and drunk sex. the timeline is like... beginning of season 2, when seth comes back and finds out summer is dating zach. yes i'm gonna work on a part 2 i'm not that mean.

word count: 1,8k

      Summer Summer Summer Summer, it's honestly annoying how Seth can not seem to be able to talk about anything else anymore. And sure it has been like that since you were children, but since he was able to catch a glimpse of what dating her would be like and then lost it, well, he was down right impossible to be around.

      "Cohen, you're getting out of this bed right now, and you're getting some good music in your brain." You pull the cozy blankets from him with full strength while he tried to fight for it.

��     "First of all, my brain is always full of good music. And second of all, My Summer is gone, my sun, all I have right now is the cold of winter and the solitude of being single, leave me in the warmth of my bed, please."

      You rolled your eyes and actually felt like you could reach enough to see your brain, his antics were usually amusing but Summer Summer Summer, you almost felt like warming up his face with a punch, but instead you took a deep breath, let go of the blankets and got closer to him, taking advantage of the element of surprise and pushing him out of his bed.

      "I have concert tickets, whiny baby, and Suuummeeer won't get back to you ever if you look that lame." That sparks his interest, you can see, and you're left to pretend it doesn't sting just a tiny bit, what matters is that he gets up and gathers some nice clothes before heading to his shower.

      "You're mean today, stop hanging out with Ryan," he yells from a distance, probably hoping it won't give you enough time for a snarky comeback. Obviously, he was wrong about that assumption, you both grew up together, you could almost predict what he would say already, you were always with a reply on the back of your mind.

      "We're taking turns so you stop being an ugly crying whiny mess."

      "Oh... That's why we took a cab."

      You stare back at him hoping he won't open his big mouth as the bartender serves the several, several shots of tequila you ordered using the not so good fake I.D you handed him. Although Orange County wasn't the best at keeping minors away from alcohol (beachy city full of rich kids) you still didn't want your plans to be ruined at the very beginning of the night.

      "Seth, I'm getting you hammered so you feel better for a night, and I don't hate you for a night." He seems concerned for a second, but knows you well enough not to argue, just as much as he can be annoying with his longass monologues, so can you, and you're not afraid to use violence if needed, misogyny needs to come in handy somehow, and not having your best friend fight you back has got to be it.

      You slide his half of the shots towards him and start quickly gulping yours, only half way in reality sets that maybe, maybe, that was not your best idea. But by then Seth was also doing his own shots and laughing as the tequila burnt his throat, his nose and lips twisting around each time.

      You hear screams and realize the band is probably beginning the set, so you get your beer and give one to Seth, and he makes a comment about how you weren't kidding about getting him hammered, but you almost can't hear him as you pull him by the shirt running so you both can get a reasonably good spot.

      Cohen was a Death Cab for Cutie fan, you knew it, everyone knew it, and if there were any concerts, meetings, or if you had their addressees, you would've chosen them for tonight, but Coldplay was all you could get last minute to get your curly haired boy out of his fortress of solitude at least for one night.

      You both enjoyed some indie rock music so the concert was fun from the start, especially with the alcohol that went straight to your brain as company to the songs that made your body move ever so slightly. Seth obviously didn't dance, he made it quite the point not to, "this is music to enjoy, not to dance, don't disgrace us like that," he says in between laughter and hiccups, giving his beer a tiny sip only because honestly he can not stand the smell of alcohol anymore.

      "Stop being such a looooser, dance with me!"

      You took the bottle from his hand and threw it along with yours on the nearest bin, leading his hands to your waist. This isn't weird. You don't think it's weird, but weirdly, Seth doesn't think it's weird either.

      You're more than thirty minutes into the concert and it's not a slow song at all, Don't Panic roars from the stage and from the audience, you both try to keep up to the rhythm, guiding him to twirl you around and showing him a two step easy peasy dance to follow.

      Seth almost falls down, you both laugh uncontrollably, he's way too drunk for this, you're way too drunk for this, his hands go back comfortably to your waist, as if it was a rooted reaction already, you felt your stomach turn as the music notes changed and you knew what song was coming.

      You looked up and Seth was already looking at you, his beautiful brown eyes staring at yours like he had just discovered something new.

      He wanted to kiss you, he really did, was that weird? Was that bad? Maybe he was too much in his head, and maybe he was too drunk, but he was single and you looked at him like that and you were oh so beautiful and trying so hard to make him smile and maybe he shouldn't because he was still hooked on Summer—but was he really? The more he looks at you, and the more you don't look away, the more he thinks that maybe this is just how things are supposed to be.

      And he didn't even notice what song was playing, too busy paying attention to your breathing, only when your drunken self decided that for some reason this was the time to confess, if anything, you could just play it off as if you were just singing along to Shiver "you know how much I need you, but you never even see me," and before you can hide your eyes and glue them to your feet, Seth pulls you by your neck for a sloppy drunken kiss, your hands grab his shirt but you waste no time and kiss him back.

      Both of you couldn't even wait for the concert to end, leaving and getting into the nearest cab you could find as soon as you can let go of each other for air. His address at the tip of your tongue not mattering how drunk you were.

      You get into the mansion tripping around as you try to kiss each other, not make a sound that could wake his parents, and also find his room, and when you do you almost fall on your ass due to his goddamn skateboard being right in front of his bed, you end up laughing out loud, but Seth closes the door before anyone can hear it.

      "I'm starting to think your parents won't like me sleeping over."

      Guilt starts creeping in and you're not even sure why, like you're doing something bad, something that won't be approved of, your best friend looks at you with a warm gentle smile, pulling you to him by your hand and having you sit on his lap as he's on the edge of his bed, both of your legs on each of his sides, your arms go to his neck.

      "My parents love you, they probably love you more than they love me. Ryan loves you more than he loves me." An overreaction, that's what that is, and you know it, very dramatic that boy, but it gets you giggling and you lean in for a tender, long kiss. but a question pops your mind and you stop it, you're not sure if it's the time to ask it, you might be ruining your only chance to have Seth.

      But you have to.

      "I know that. The real question is... Do you?" Your teeth nervously gnaw on your bottom lip, and Seth knows he loves you, he would never hesitate on that, so it's easy for him to get you close and touch your forehead with his, even if he doesn't know right now if it's the love you're looking for, he knows right now he wants to be with you, so it must be right.

      "Of course, Dumbo."

      You roll your eyes and push him till his back hits his bed, continuing what you two had started and leaving sloppy kisses to his neck as your hands found themselves under his shirt, your hips purposely taking advantage of your position and grinding slowly down his crotch, you imagined it would be easy to get Seth moaning but you didn't think it would be that easy. You loved it.

      You were both horny drunk teens, it took minutes for your clothes to be on the ground and for Seth to be inside of you, your legs surrounding his waist and your fingers pulling on his hair. And it isn't weird, it's familiar, it's hot, it's sensual without the need to pretend to be anything else. It's the best you've ever had simply by how connected you feel to Seth.

      You sleep into his arms, feeling his scent and you're afraid this is a dream you're soon to wake up from.

      You do panic when you wake up at 5A.M, not feeling like facing the rest of the Cohens after what you did to their precious son, Seth was still sleeping like a beautiful baby and you wouldn't wake him up, you hoped he wouldn't be mad at you for leaving without saying goodbye, but you brush your lips against his before sneaking out and you feel like the world is about three times brighter.

      That is, until 8A.M. you took a nap in your own bed to at least pretend you were home during the night, and woke up to Seth's texts after he woke up.

cohen: i rmbr coldplay cohen: i rmbr tequila cohen: nd i rmbr laughing a lot cohen: so even tho i might die of a hangover, thx cohen: might txt summer yellow lyrics dont stop me

      The lightweight bastard had forgotten everything, everything that made your night special. And went right back to Summer talking, maybe you should've just punched him the first time you thought about it.

[chosetherose]

"The Alchemy" = Karlie's POV of how she's going to take Taylor from Travis?

"I haven't come around in so long

But I'm making a comeback to where I belong"

Karlie showing up at the Eras Tour! Taylor didn't spend long enough with either of the beards for "so long" to make any sense as being about them. How do you make a comeback when you're barely a thing to begin with? Karlie's comeback was headline news though.

"So when I touch down

Call the amateurs and cut 'em from the team

Ditch the clowns, get the crown"

Her football fan baby ("fly like a jet stream") is touching down and coming to sweep away the understudies, users, narcissists and clowns. King of my Heart coming to reclaim her crown! We can only hope 🙏

"Cause the sign on your heart says it's still reserved for me"

Taylor can rewrite history all she wants, but Tratty was never a thing and no-one with a brain can buy the idea that he was the love of her life ten years ago, while Kissgate was happening right in front of him. Peak Kaylor era. When we all saw with our own eyes how she looked at Karlie! But, no, it was Matty all along! Sure, Jan.

Meanwhile, even the "anyone but Karlie" Gaylors who hate her can't deny Taylor has been writing songs about Karlie for a decade now. Even they think she's not over her. So who "still" has Taylor's heart and could make a comeback? Mmhmm.

"I circled you on a map"

Flashback to Taylor highlighting Kaylor-related towns on the weather map in the Lavender Haze music video. Uh-huh.

"Who are we to fight the alchemy?"

Alchemy is the process of turning things into gold. Are we really going to sit here and pretend this isn't Ms Gold Rush, Ms "it's like your eyes are liquor, it's like your body is gold"? Are we really going to pretend Karlie hasn't been gold coded since the beginning? But no! This is about Travis! Totally! Does your blindfold fit snugly enough, babe, or do you want me to tighten it some more for you? 🙄

"Hey, what if I told you we're cool

That child's play back in school

Is forgiven under my rule?"

The child's play is the bearding. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. It's getting so old to never grow up. Karlie is saying it all means nothing.

"These blokes warm the benches

We've been on a winning streak"

Her British beards have just been keeping Karlie's seat warm. While she and Taylor have privately been on a winning streak.

(Seriously, the construction of this song makes no sense if you believe it's about Travis. How could she have been "on a winning streak" with him, while "these blokes" were present-tense warming the benches? Or are we supposed to believe they're just waiting on the sidelines for Taylor to get back with one of them? Even though things are so great with 🚜 and she's said multiple times she doesn't want that? So . . . how is any of this working, exactly? What benches are they warming? Are we SURE the "we" is Travis? Hmm?)

"He jokes it's heroin but this time with an e"

People are so distracted by this "dig at Matty" they can't see what's right in front of their faces. Heroin with an e = heroine. As in, the female hero of a story. The joke is that the one to "save" Taylor won't be any of these jokers dressing up as kings. It's a woman. A HEROINE. Not a hero.

And then we get a football metaphor everyone will assume is about Travis, even though Karlie's love of football is well-documented. Do we really think Travis cares more about the beard he's made his meal ticket than he does about winning a trophy? Yeah, right. The days of wasted celebration with no Taylor in sight really give that impression. The thirst traps he was liking on Instagram while "dating" Taylor really show he only has eyes for her. Totally.

Meanwhile we have a million songs where Taylor tells us all her obviously-Karlie lover ever wanted was her.

I can't see The Alchemy any other way than as a Karlie comeback song. Bring it home, Karlie! We're all rooting for you! Go! Fight! Win! 🏆

Wow, Anon! I love this take! Lots of food for thought.

[rispwr]

Hate you - chapter 10 - J.JK

Pairings : ex! Jungkook x ex! Reader

Notes : okay... we all know yoongi and oc alr talked abt their feelings but like... what can we do? the poor man loves her.. jhrfhs. sana my girl will soon have more screen times in the following chapters. spoiler alert! (someones death is near and a secret couple will make it's apearance in the next few chapterss)

Genre : Ex2L, angst, slow burn, fake dating, slice of life, fluff, e2l, corporate rivals, smau, smut

Sypnosis : ‘You were always told that hating someone is the only way it doesn’t hurt but what if you can’t hate him? No matter how hard you try your heart will always find it’s way to his’

2 years after breaking up with your boyfriend of 2 years you were finally on your way to become the ceo of your family’s company your rival turns out to be your ex.

Contents/warnings for this chapt : yelling, yg and jk talking, making out? smut? slightt, oc and jk have sex but it's not detailed. (it was supposed to be a detailed one but i didn't like how it was written, i'll just publish it to my community but it's the draft that didn't make it to the chapter) someone saw something, cosmo and jk meets againn, the comeback of the butterfly necklace, tell me if i missed anything!

series masterlist - crossposted to wattpad with the same name and username!

CH. 10 : Maybe, just maybe..

Jungkook stared into his drink, swirling the amber liquid absentmindedly as memories of you played like a silent film in his mind.

“Jungkook, right?”

A voice cut through his thoughts, snapping him back to reality. He turned slightly, recognizing the man who had taken the seat next to him.

Yoongi.

Jungkook hummed in acknowledgment, tipping his glass to his lips. “Hm.”

The bartender approached, and Yoongi gestured for a glass of whiskey as well, his movements slow and deliberate. “You guys back together?” he asked casually, but there was an edge to his tone, something unreadable behind his dark eyes.

“Well, not yet…” Jungkook admitted, trying and failing to suppress the small smile threatening to form on his lips.

Yoongi scoffed, noticing the way the younger man’s expression betrayed him. He shook his head, swirling his drink. “I don’t get how she can choose you after everything.”

Jungkook’s fingers tensed around his glass, but he remained silent.

Yoongi let out a low chuckle, though there was no humor in it. “No matter what we were doing, it would always lead to what you and her used to do.” He took a sip of his whiskey, letting the burn settle before continuing. “She would sleep-talk at night, you know. And the name that would leave her lips…” He paused, looking into his glass as if it held the answer to a question he wished he never had to ask.

“…was yours.”

Jungkook felt his breath hitch slightly, but he masked it well, keeping his face impassive.

“She always says she hates you,” Yoongi mused, his voice softer now, almost to himself. “Which was weird, because…” He took another sip, letting the pause hang between them before setting his glass down. “Every time she tried to show it, it always seemed like the opposite.”

Jungkook finally turned to face him, his gaze unreadable. “Do you… love her?”

Yoongi’s fingers tightened around his glass as he stared down at the table, his shoulders stiff. He didn’t look at Jungkook, didn’t even pretend to hesitate before answering.

“Love is an understatement,” he said, chuckling bitterly.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke.

Jungkook turned back to his drink, his thoughts colliding in his head. He knew Yoongi had been there for you, had seen you at your worst, had held you together when he had been the one to break you apart.

And yet, here they were.

Both knowing that, no matter how much time had passed, no matter how much either of them tried to deny it

Your heart had never truly let Jungkook go.

And that was a truth Yoongi could never change.

“I-I got back with Jungkook…”

The words felt heavy on my tongue as I said them out loud for the first time.

Namjoon and Sana both froze, the atmosphere in the room shifting immediately. It was as if all the warmth had been sucked out, leaving behind an unsettling silence.

Sana was the first to react. She scoffed, crossing her arms tightly over her chest as disbelief flashed in her eyes. “Y/N- do you not remember what he did to you?”

I swallowed hard, already bracing myself for her reaction. “I know,” I muttered, looking down. “He was going through a tough time back then… that’s why he left me.”

Sana let out a humorless laugh, shaking her head. “If he actually loved you, he would’ve gone through it all with you.” Her tone was sharp, bitter.

Namjoon, who had been quiet until now, finally exhaled, rubbing his temples. “Sana…” he said softly.

“No, Joon.” She scoffed, cutting him off. “I can’t believe how easy Y/N came back to him after everything.” She turned back to me, frustration clear in her expression. “Maybe for you, this is all sunshine and happiness, but I actually care. We watched you fall apart when he left. We saw what it did to you. And now he’s back, knowing damn well he’s capable of doing it again, and you think that’s okay?”

Her words stung. Not because she was being cruel, but because she wasn’t wrong.

Namjoon let out a slow sigh, sitting back against the couch. “You don’t get it, Sana. You know how Y/N is—”

“No, Joon,” she snapped. “For three years, Y/N has tried to convince herself that Jungkook did something horrible behind her back just so she could hate him enough to move on. And the moment she actually starts making progress, he shows up and what? She just goes to him?”

I clenched my jaw. “You’re sounding like my mother,” I muttered under my breath.

“Well, no one else is going to say it, so I have to,” she shot back, arms still crossed, her frustration simmering just beneath the surface.

A tense silence followed.

Namjoon finally looked at me, his expression unreadable. “When did this happen?”

“When, uh… when we were at the club,” I admitted, forcing a small chuckle to ease the tension.

Namjoon exhaled sharply through his nose, nodding slowly. “Okay…” He hesitated before continuing, his voice softer. “It’s your decision, Y/N. If you really want to go back to him, then… do what you think is best.”

Sana still looked at me, disappointment flickering in her gaze. I could tell she wanted to say more, but she was biting her tongue, trying at least for my sake to calm herself down.

Finally, she inhaled deeply and spoke, her voice more controlled. “Did he ask you on a date?”

“Not exactly yet…” I shrugged, feeling small under her gaze.

“Call me if he does, then,” she muttered, her voice still laced with lingering disappointment.

I nodded, knowing that was the best I was going to get from her tonight.

But as I sat there, the weight of their reactions settling in my chest, I couldn’t help but wonder—was I making a mistake?

And worse… did I already know the answer?

A soft knock echoed through the quiet apartment, pulling me out of my sleep. My brows furrowed as I groggily blinked at the clock.

2:00 AM

Another knock.

I sighed, pushing the covers off and padding toward the door, rubbing my eyes as I opened it.

“Jungkook…?” My voice was thick with sleep as I took in the sight of him standing in the dimly lit hallway. He looked good, frustratingly so, dressed in an oversized hoodie and jeans, his dark hair slightly tousled as if he had been running his hands through it.

“I’m sorry. Did I wake you?” he asked, his voice soft yet playful, the corner of his lips twitching upward.

I scoffed, leaning against the doorframe. “It’s 2 AM. What do you think?”

Jungkook chuckled, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. “Still the same grumpy girl,” he mused, shutting the door behind him.

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t fight the small smile that tugged at my lips. “Why are you here?”

“Wanna go back to sleep?” he asked, glancing at me with an amused glint in his eyes.

“Well, you’re here now,” I said, stretching my arms with a sigh. “And I don’t think I can sleep anymore.”

Before Jungkook could respond, Cosmo darted out of my bedroom, his tail wagging wildly as he leaped into Jungkook’s arms.

Jungkook grinned, scooping the dog up effortlessly. “You miss Dad, huh?” he cooed, rubbing behind Cosmo’s ears as the dog nuzzled against him.

I watched them, my arms folding across my chest as warmth spread through me.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen my little boy, hmm?” Jungkook murmured, pressing soft kisses onto Cosmo’s fluffy head. 

Jungkook finally set Cosmo down before turning to sit beside me on the couch, his knee brushing against mine.

“So,” I said, shifting slightly to look at him. “Why are you here?”

He leaned back, draping an arm over the couch as he looked at me with an easy smile. “I made plans for us tomorrow… thought it would be better if I stayed here.”

I raised a brow. “Plans?”

“You’ll see,” he said teasingly, his grin widening.

I rolled my eyes but didn’t push further. My head tilted slightly as I studied him, realizing something felt different. He was smiling, acting normal, but… there was something in his eyes, something heavy that he wasn’t saying.

“How’s your mom?” he asked suddenly.

I blinked. “Why?”

Jungkook opened his mouth, then hesitated. For a split second, I saw the flicker of uncertainty in his expression, the way his fingers tightened against the fabric of his hoodie.

He swallowed, forcing a chuckle. “Nothing… It’s just been a while since I’ve seen eommoni.”

A small part of me wanted to press him further ask why he suddenly cared, but I was too tired to push.

“Well,” I sighed, stretching my arms, “since you’re here, can you help me fix the bed? The maids are on vacation, and you do make beds great.”

Jungkook raised a brow, his amusement returning. “Are you saying my bed-making skills are the reason you let me in?”

“Maybe,” I teased, grabbing his wrist and attempting to pull him up from the couch.

He didn’t budge.

I groaned, trying again, but he was annoyingly solid. “God, you’re so heavy.”

Jungkook smirked, stretching lazily before flexing his arm playfully. “Did my hard work at the gym pay off?”

I rolled my eyes. “Fine. It did.”

He grinned victoriously. “Say it again.”

“Don’t push your luck,” I muttered, tugging on his arm one last time. This time, he let me pull him up, laughing as I dragged him toward the bedroom.

The laughter felt light, easy like a piece of the past slipping back into the present.

But beneath it all, neither of us acknowledged the unspoken words lingering in the air.

The secret he carried.

And the heartbreak that was waiting for me on the other side of it.

Jungkook tugged at the bedsheet, smoothing out the creases as I fluffed the pillows. We worked in silence, the air between us lighter than it had been in a long time. But as I reached for the blanket, I heard the soft creak of the closet door opening.

Curious, I turned my head to see Jungkook standing in front of it, his brows furrowed as he pulled out a familiar-looking box. My breath hitched.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice hesitant.

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he lifted the lid, his fingers carefully sifting through the contents. memories neatly folded away, untouched but never forgotten.

Inside were remnants of our past, movie tickets from our first date, the tiny keychain he had won for me at a carnival, handwritten letters exchanged in moments of deep longing. And there, placed gently on top of it all, was the butterfly necklace.

The one he had given me years ago. In our paris trip..

Jungkook let out a quiet breath, picking up the delicate piece of jewelry and letting it dangle from his fingers. “Thought you threw this away…” he murmured, his voice unreadable.

I bit my lip, shifting my weight uncomfortably. “I couldn’t throw it away…” I admitted, my voice softer now. “So I lied.”

He stood up, stepping closer before carefully reaching behind my neck, clasping the necklace in place. The cool metal met my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.

As he fastened it, his fingers grazed my skin, lingering for just a second too long. When he pulled back, his gaze didn’t leave mine.

Something shifted.

The air around us felt charged, the silence between us growing heavier. Jungkook’s dark eyes searched mine, and I felt my pulse quicken under his gaze.

“I- uh…” I tried to speak, tried to break whatever was happening between us, but my voice failed me.

Jungkook didn’t give me the chance to finish.

He cupped my face in his hands and pulled me in, his lips crashing against mine in a kiss that sent my entire body into freefall.

It wasn’t desperate or rushed. It was deep, slow full of unspoken words, of missed time, of feelings we had both buried for far too long.

I pulled away slightly, my breath shaky. “A-are you sure?” I whispered, my heart pounding.

Jungkook rested his forehead against mine, his fingers ghosting over my jaw as he breathed, “Are you sure?”

I exhaled, closing my eyes for a brief second before finally giving in. “I- I’m sure.”

That was all he needed.

Jungkook pulled me into another kiss, this time with more urgency, more need. His hands slipped down my waist as he guided me back onto the bed, his body hovering over mine.

“We just fixed the bed,” I giggled breathlessly against his lips.

He smirked, his gaze flickering from the butterfly necklace around my neck back to my eyes.

“Guess we’ll have to fix it again,” he murmured before pressing his lips to my collarbone, sending shivers down my spine.

His hands roamed over my body, reacquainting themselves with something once lost but never forgotten. And as I wrapped my arms around him, feeling the weight of his presence above me, one thought echoed in my mind—

I never really let him go.

And maybe, just maybe… he never let me go either.

Yoongi balanced the bag of ice cream and macarons in one hand, twisting the lock of your apartment with the spare key you had given him long ago. The familiarity of the place had always felt like home, a safe space where he could exist without pretense.

He pushed the door open, stepping inside silently. “Y/N- ”

His voice caught in his throat.

A sound. Soft, breathy moans filtered through the quiet apartment, sending a sharp chill down his spine. His movements halted, his heartbeat suddenly pounding in his ears.

At first, he thought he had misheard. Maybe it was the TV, maybe you had music playing but then he heard it again.

Your voice.

Something in his chest tightened.

Slowly, almost against his will, he stepped forward, his feet moving before his mind could tell him to stop. The bedroom door wasn’t fully shut. The smallest gap in the doorway revealed just enough for him to see

You.

On top of Jungkook.

Yoongi’s grip on the bag tightened, his fingers digging into the plastic as he felt something deep inside him shatter.

He had known. He had known from the moment you told him about Jungkook coming back into your life that this was inevitable. He had prepared himself, convinced himself that it was only a matter of time before you fell back into the arms of the man who had broken you before.

But knowing it didn’t make it hurt any less.

He should look away. He should turn around and leave without another thought. But he stood there, frozen, his breath shallow as he watched the way your body moved with Jungkook’s, the way his hands gripped your waist like he never wanted to let go.

That used to be me.

Not in the same way, not with the same intensity. But he had been the one holding you on your worst nights. He had been the one you leaned on when you had no one else. He had been the one who listened when you cried, who stayed up with you when you couldn’t sleep, who learned every little thing about you in hopes that one day

just maybe

you’d look at him the way you used to look at Jungkook.

But you never did.

And now, as he stood there, watching you choose Jungkook all over again, he realized he had never even been an option.

The ache in his chest became unbearable, a deep, gnawing pain that felt like betrayal even though he knew neither of you had wronged him. You had been honest. You had never led him on.

But that didn’t make it hurt any less.

Yoongi swallowed the lump in his throat, forcing himself to move. He turned away, his footsteps soundless as he walked back toward the kitchen.

The ice cream had already started melting, condensation dripping from the container onto his fingers. He placed it on the counter, alongside the carefully chosen macarons, his hands lingering on the bag for a second too long.

Then, without another word, without making a sound, he walked out.

The door clicked shut behind him, but the silence that followed felt deafening.

Yoongi didn’t look back.

But as he walked down the empty hallway, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, his heart ached with a pain he couldn’t put into words.

And for the first time in a long time, he realized—

He had lost you long before this moment.

And maybe… he had never really had you to begin with.

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notes : where's the cool, "i don't need him" girly oc? don't worry, she's not gone.

[tiredsurvivoronmain]

Wesker ensuring Chris survives in RE1

It's interesting that Wesker goes out of his way to save and protect Chris when he made it clear that his team was now expendable. (gonna ignore the plot/plot armour and all that here for a sec)

Waiting a second or two and Chris would have been out of the picture, one less member to worry about. He could have also fired and missed to pretend he was making an attempt to save Chris.

Then there's the gun left in the main hall (which was Jill's). Why would Wesker just leave it there and not take it with him? Surely it would have been smarter to take it with him and leave Chris defenceless and vulnerable. He must have known Chris could comeback to look for them (if he hadn't been killed by a zombie). Chris somehow lost his samurai edge as he was running to the mansion, Wesker would have noticed. When he takes Jill captive he left the gun for Chris to find and use.

Leaving notes, items and ammo for Chris outside safe rooms/areas as Chris progresses to help him survive would mean he may have known his whereabouts constantly or left them there on the off chance Chris would pass through the area. One thing in particular is something that has ?? me for a while; if Wesker was trying to be discrete/laying low and avoid his betrayal being known, why even let Chris know it was him helping? Could he have somehow pretended it was Jill leaving the items and make it seem she was okay? "Look for a way out." + "Make sure you can get away." why even write that? He didn't have show concern/pretend to care to keep up appearances, yet he seemed to want Chris to survive or escape instead of simply letting Chris die to a zombie or by Wesker himself killing him. And going out of his way to fix doors for him? That's just encouraging Chris to continue his investigations and survive.

Then the scene with Enrico. It only occurred to me much later that Wesker had actually saved Chris from being shot. Wesker had an opportunity to take them both out, or wait for Enrico shoot Chris and then take care of Enrico himself. It wouldn't have been hard for him to kill them both then and there.

Why go through all the trouble of keeping Chris alive long enough for him to find out the truth? Why want Chris in particular to survive long enough to see the Tyrant and his true motives? Ultimately I believe Wesker had faith in Chris to survive up until the lab moment, I don't think he saw Chris as expendable like the majority of his team and team bravo. If he was he would have made more of an effort to get him killed and wouldn't have helped/saved him. It was important for Chris to see Wesker's true colours. We don't really have much to go on in regards to what their relationship was like before the mansion incident, only by what the novels say and bits and pieces. One thing for sure is that Chris befriended Wesker and they were casual enough with each other for Chris to disregard Wesker's title as captain and calling him by his last name instead of 'captain' or even 'sir'.

Random thing I noticed but liked; in the opening cutscene there's a shot of Wesker aiming his gun to the right then it switched to Chris just after who's aiming his gun to the left, like they're aiming at each other.

[babysubinnie]

it's always you pt.3 // yang jungwon

🥚 pairing :: yang jungwon x reader 🥚 genre :: angst, emotional (as fuck i’m so sorry) 🥚 summary :: falling in love with someone that you can never confess to is the worst thing to experience, but watching him fall in love with someone else is much worse. 

part one and two here! a/n: i'm back! it's my comeback also,, it's been a while so bare with me, i'm slowly coming back but i might disappear again at some point. i wrote a pt.3 because i needed it. (this gif was the only one i could find that i liked) i'm only gonna write enha imagines from now, but feel free to send me asks!

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“of course you didn’t fucking know. you only cared about the girl sitting in your room pretending to cry because y/n ‘bullied’ her. you only saw her, while y/n only saw you.” he pulled me into a hug letting me rest my head on his chest. heeseung wrapped his arms tighter around me before saying, “she was there through everything for you jungwon. everything. she never left your side. ever.” i turned my head to the side to look at jungwon then smiled weakly at him.

“it was always you, jungwon.” i lifted my head to look at heeseung, and he got the signal that i wanted to go back inside. as we were walking in, the boys were sitting at the dining table bitching about jungwon's girl. when the door opened, the boys ran up to me asking me a thousand questions.

"relax. i'm fine. i'm going to go home okay? i really don-" i smiled at the boys and handed heeseung his sweater back. he grabbed the sweater hesitantly, and when the door opened, we turned to watch jungwon as he entered.

"don't go anywhere. just stay here tonight. it started raining, and it's already late." he put his hand through his hair sighing as he walked to his room back to his girlfriend. i lifted my wrist to look at my watch. 8pm. late?

"what just happened?" niki walked in between sunghoon and jake who were standing in front of him, before grabbing both my hands.

"nothing." i knew it was a mistake to use that word when the boys all shot a nasty glare at me. i put my hands in the air and then smiled at them.

"she confessed because she was too pissed off at him, and she screamed it at him. thank god i went out when i did, she would have done worse if i didn't." heeseung spoke up for me so i didn't have to say it again, or even overexplain it.

"you what?!?" they all shouted at the same time causing heeseung to stop in his tracks while walking to the fridge to get something to drink.

"finally you told him." jake and jay bumped fists like they did something super cool then smirked at me. as we were laughing because i was being made fun of now, we hadn't realized that jungwon's door had opened and the two of them were coming out.

"wait but i don't understand, you brought me here because you said it was too late for me to go home." she whipped her head around as she was walking out of jungwon's door, gaining looks from all of us.

"stop being nosy bitches." i nudged all of them, making them look back at me. we had then continued talking, but quietly so we could listen to the drama behind us.

"yeah you're right and i'm sorry. we have a family emergency right now, and i should have realized it before i brought you over. i called you an uber. it's outside." jungwon had given her the cold shoulder. he had completely shut off, and you could hear the stress in his voice from a mile away. he walked her to the door and gave her a peck on the cheek.

"it's because of her isn't it? she's why you're kicking me out. your family emergency is all based on her isn't it?" she scoffed while keeping her eyes on me and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"and what if it is because of her? she's my priority right now, no matter what happens, she is the girl that matters most to me. i just got distracted, and i remember now. she is everything." he turned his head around to shoot me a smile before turning back to face her.

"what? she's everything? jungwon if we're going to be together, you're not going to be with her ever. if she's here, you're not. if you're here, she's not. i love you a lot and i want to be with you for a long time wonnie, so if she's going to stay, i'm not." she gave me the nastiest glare after she had put her arms around jungwon's waist. she pulled him close to her while saying this in the sweetest tone. if jungwon failed to see past the sweet tone, i don't know what the hell i would do. jake snorted under his breath at her attempt, which caused me to nudge him because I was about to start laughing too.

"he's not going to fall for that is he?" sunoo whispered into my ear and i waved my hand no, because i trust that he wouldn't. right? he reached behind him to take her arms off his waist. i knew it. i knew he wouldn't.

"then don't stay. walk out this door. she's not leaving, and if we're being honest, you would leave before she does. if you don't like the sound of that, then i don't think you should be my girlfriend." he walked past her and opened the door. he then put his other hand in his pocket before looking down at his feet.

"fuck you." she walked through the door, and turned around as she was about to step out of it. she looked me dead in the eye, holding up her middle finger at me.

"awh, that's so sweet! it was nice meeting you too!" i wiggled my fingers at her, and the boys behind me laughed their asses off when jungwon had shut the door. as we were reminiscing and laughing about her, jungwon had come up behind me faster than i had realized.

"hey y/n, can we talk?" he stood there looking the vibe of the room, to which all the boys were glaring at him.

"i don't know if that's a good idea." i had responded rubbing the back of my neck. while i was looking up at him, heeseung had walked behind me slightly pushing me over, causing me to fall into jungwon. he had opened his arms to catch me, to which now we were hugging the middle of the living room. the boys got the message, and ran into heeseung's room, which was the closest to the living room. it also just so happened to be in perfect proximity to hear everything from the living room.

i had cleared my throat and jungwon had slowly let me go, keeping his arms on my waist. i had felt a lump forming in my throat. what the hell are you doing to me jungwon? i stepped back from him to focus on the conversation we were having.

"i never knew you had feelings for me. i had always loved you of course i did, but when you started flirting with heeseung, i figured you wanted him and not me." he started going on, and when he talked about heeseung, he opened the door to say something. i turned to look at him, and the boys were pulling him back into the room. i smiled to myself then looked back at jungwon.

"did you not realize when you were having a shit day or you didn't eat, i was there? i was there whenever you were down, i was there even when it was 3 am to have a late night talk because you couldn't sleep. i drove across town to bring your favorite tteokbokki because you said you wanted it the day before." i scoffed and crossed my arms while rolling my eyes. i knew i went over the top for jungwon, heeseung always told me that i was doing too much for a boy that was completely clueless that i was in love with him.

"of course i knew you did that for me, but i thought you did that for all of them. that's why-" he started, but before he could finish i told him to stop talking.

"won, shut up. you knew that i lit up when you came into the room. i was so hopelessly in love with you that i would have done anything fo-" i laughed at how completely clueless he was. as i was ranting on, he was stepping closer to me, until he was inches away from me again. he put his arm around my waist while i was still talking, and then he spoke.

"y/n, shut up. you do realize i just told you that i was always in love with you too right?" he smiled at me while i stared at him in shock when i had registered what he was saying.

"you what?" i shook my head and he moved his face closer to mine, before pressing his lips to mine.

"i've always loved you, ass."

*secret pov*

"i only see her but she can only see him."

[emithecharmer]

Opposites Attract

Friend to lovers, teasing, kissing, fluffy, sorry for any mistakes!

"Stop making that face." You groaned but smiled nonetheless as you looked at your friend, Minho.

"What face am I making now?" You asked.

"I don't know, but it's weird."

"You're weird."

"Nice comeback." He smirked as you rolled your eyes, choosing to focus on the shops all around you.

"Ooh, look a bookstore! Let's go in!" He hummed as he opened the door and held it open, acting like it was heavy so you'd walk faster.

He watched as you went through the books, every few minutes you'd pick up one, read the description and put it back, only a select few would you actually put in your bag.

You finally took notice of him softly smiling at you and turned to him.

"Stop making that face." You said plainly, watching his lip curl up slightly as he wagged his finger at you.

"Using my words against me, clever girl." You smiled at the compliment, shrugging your shoulders as if it didn't phase you.

"I know."

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"Why would you get books you already read?" Minho asked you, as you both waited on your coffees.

"Because I like them, and I didn't have my own copy." You said, stacking the books and putting them back into you bag right as the coffees arrived.

"I'll never understand how you can drink those." You said, watching as he sipped his Americano.

"I could say the same to you." He shot back, pointing to your caramel macchiato.

The thing was, absolutely no one knew how you two were friends. They said opposites attract, but..there had to be a limit, no? You and Minho had nothing in common, except your banter.

"What color should I dye my hair for our new comeback?"

"Why are ya'll coming back already? You never even left." Minho snorted at that before letting out a full laugh.

"Neon green." He rolled his eyes with a smile on his face.

"Absolutely not, I don't even think Hyunjin could pull that off." He said.

"What? You could pull anything off." You said, sipping you drink. Minho tilted his head with a teasing smile.

"You think so?"

"Yeah, ooh, maybe you could do that blue, the dark one, or maybe black-wait not black." He smiled as you corrected yourself.

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"What movie?" Minho asked, looking up at you from where he was crouched on the ground.

"My Neighbor Totoro!" You cheered.

"Of course." He said, sighing good-naturedly.

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"Aww, it's so cute how he gives her the umbrella! Awwe!" Minho smiled at you, he watched your eyes light up whenever Totoro came onscreen, and how your hands would shake with excitement. He didn't notice he was staring until you turned to him and blinked.

"Why're you looking at me like that, weirdo." You smiled, pretending to poke his eyes with your fingers.

"What?" He shook slightly, almost as he was waking up from a daze.

"You looked like a lovesick puppy." You teased.

"I think I am."

"Huh?" You were confused, making him smile.

"Seungmin's the puppy, definitely, but I'm lovesick."

"Poor thing." You teased, still not exactly getting where he was going with this.

"I think I'm in love with you." He said, more talking to himself than to you.

"You think?" You asked quietly.

"Well no, I know I am. I guess that's just my first time actually admitting it." He said, turning to you. He noticed your had tears in your eyes, making him chuckle softly.

"Don't cry, don't make this super emotional." He teased as he cupped your face.

"I'll make it as emotional as I want, the guy I've liked for a year and a half just told me he loves me."

"A year..and a half.." Minho repeated quietly, looking down to his bedsheets.

"When we went to Lotte World." You said.

"Same!" That was the most excited you'd ever seen him, he jumped up slightly at the revelation that you both had started to like eachother in the same day.

"Min?" He smiled at the nickname and looked up at you, only to be surprised when you kissed him softly. When you both pulled away, it was you who noticed tears in his eyes.

"Heyy, Min, don't make this super emotional." You teased, only for him to bring you in for another kiss.

"I'll make it as emotional as I want." He replied.

[okaylikeschaewon]

Chapter 1: Fearless

"She's seriously so amazing."

You were laying on your couch while Chaewon was laying on top of you, holding a tablet. The two of you were watching the live clip of INVU that Taeyeon posted recently. Chaewon was in awe at her voice, and quite frankly you were also very impressed. Taeyeon's voice was so beautiful, capturing her emotion so well. You slide your arm down from the back of the couch and hug Chaewon from behind.

"She's amazing, but you're more amazing," you whisper into her ear.

She doesn't respond.

"Chae?"

"Huh?" she sniffles.

You lean forward and turn to look at her face, "are you... crying?"

She wipes her eyes with the sleeve of her sweater, "what, no," she replies unconvincingly.

You lean back again and start laughing, "no way, this actually made you tear up?"

She leans her head back into you, resting it on your chest, "her voice is just so full of emotion," she sighs.

"Yeah, I agree," you say before kissing the back of her head, "but I like yours more."

She turns the tablet off and places it on the coffee table, "well you're wrong, her voice is better."

You stroke Chaewon's short hair, clearing it from her face, "yeah but your voice comes from you, and Taeyeon isn't the one who cuddles with me," you say before pulling her back so that the two of you are cuddling again and giving her a tight squeeze.

Chaewon giggles and looks up at you, "would you rather cuddle with Taeyeon?"

"Well..." you hesitate.

Wrong answer. Chaewon's mouth opens wide as she looks at you in disbelief. She gets off you and glares at you, crossing her arms, pretending to be upset with you.

"Come on, are you saying you wouldn't cuddle with Taeyeon?" you ask.

"That's not the point," she whines, trying to contain her smile.

You lean forward on top of her so that she's now on her back and slide your hand up her sweater, tickling her sides a bit. Her demeanor cracks and she starts giggling. She leans her face forward a bit towards yours, and you meet her halfway, planting your lips on hers. As the two of you make out, you feel her abs flex as she is basically doing a crunch in order to reach you.

You stop making out and she falls onto her back again, "let me make it up to you?"

There is a tinge of sadness in her expression, "not tonight," she says regretfully.

Before you can voice your objection, she holds up her phone to show you the time.

"Ah, forgot you're an idol and still have a bedtime."

"It's not a bedtime," she argues as she sits up and fixes her sweater, "it's just we have an important check in tomorrow morning since our comeback is so soon."

"You guys literally practice every day."

She stands up, "you of all people should know being an idol is tough."

"Dating one can be difficult at times, too," you complain as you put on a hoodie and grab your keys.

Chaewon walks up behind you and wraps her arms around your waist, her head on your shoulder, "but it's worth it right?" she asks softly.

You turn your head and answer her question with a quick kiss on the cheek before leading her to your car. You truly did understand that it was tough work, and you were here to support her however you could.

"When are you done with work tomorrow?" you ask as you walk.

She thinks for a moment, "actually, I don't think we have any schedules after dance practice."

"Should I pick you up after?" you ask.

"Why don't you just come work from the office?"

Luckily you had a job in software that granted you many benefits, such as being allowed to work remotely whenever you wished. It also paid quite well.

"I could do that, but how does that benefit me?"

She leans forward slightly so that you can see her as she poses cutely with her hands on her chin, "you get to spend more time with me!"

You reach your hand up and pinch her cheek, "I'll think about it."

She enters your car and leans back into the seat and pouts again, "you should be jumping on that."

"I would have happily jumped on that tonight if you didn't have a bedtime."

"Yahh, that's not fair," she whines sadly.

You reach a hand over and massage her thigh as you drive to her dorm. The drive was short, and Chaewon spent most of it looking at Instagram. You park the car and the two of you step out into the chilly night, walking to the front door.

"Really though, I think we have a short day, you should come."

You step closer to her, "I might as well just stay the night then," you whisper before kissing her.

She moves her face back slightly, "that's a bad idea," she answers breathily before pushing her lips onto yours once more.

You caress her face as you make out briefly before reaching your hands around her body and sliding them downwards. You're kneading her soft body with your fingers when you hear a click: The front door opens slightly.

"Unnie? Oh hey!"

You and Chaewon quickly separate as you turn to face the door. Kazuha was peeking just her head out between the crack as she smiled warmly at you. Naturally, you got to spend a bit of time with the Le Sserafim members, and you became pretty close with them. They were lovely girls, and you all seemed to get along decently. You always enjoyed spending time with Kazuha, and she also happened to be unbelievably pretty even for idol standards.

"Hello Zuha, what are you doing up so late?"

She opens the door slightly, revealing her body, "oh I was just about to go to sleep when I heard you guys outside."

Your eyes open wide as you do a double take, "wow... umm... right."

"Ahhhhhh Zuha you can't answer the door in your underwear like this," Chaewon groans as she steps forward towards the door and starts pushing Kazuha in.

"What's wrong, he doesn't mind, right?" Kazuha says playfully as she gets pushed inside.

The door shuts and Chaewon turns to face you, shaking her head, "at least pretend."

"Does she always sleep like that?" you ask.

Chaewon crosses her arms, "and why is that your business?"

"Because she's really hot," you say.

Chaewon bursts out laughing at your answer, "you make it really hard to scold you when you act dumb."

You step forward while smiling and kiss her cheek, "I'll come tomorrow."

She kisses your cheek back and opens the door.

"As long as Kazuha is there, too," you add.

You hear one last laugh from Chaewon before she closes the door.

--

Sakura lay on her bed watching YouTube videos as she tries to fall asleep. She hears noises coming from outside, so she gets up to see what was happening. She took a peek out of a window that overlooked the front door where she saw Chaewon kiss you on the cheek. She steps back from the window with a frown on her face. She sighs and walks back to her room where she falls onto her bed, her head facing sideways. She tries her best to fall asleep, feeling extra lonely tonight.

--

You sat at one of the tables in the HYBE cafeteria, sipping on some coffee after you had just finished lunch. The kitchen here was phenomenal, as the company spared no expenses. The food served was higher quality than many restaurants, and it was all made in house. You were considering getting some more when suddenly, you feel a pair of arms wrap around your body from behind.

"Guess who's done already?"

Immediately recognizing that cute voice, you turn around to face Chaewon who was smiling at you, "you weren't kidding about having a short day."

She straddles your lap, sipping away at an iced coffee, wrapping her free arm around your neck, "actually, our instructor wasn't feeling well, so they canceled the check in. We just practiced on our own for a bit."

Kazuha, also holding an iced coffee, sits down next to you. She sat very close to you, to the point where your arms were touching.

"Hello Kazuha," you greet her, thinking about last night.

She smiles prettily, "Hello."

Chaewon stands up, "I'm going to quickly get changed, and then we're going out."

"Where are we going?" you ask.

"I don't know yet," she says before walking away. "Keep Zuha company while I'm gone!"

She was generally the spontaneous type, so this was nothing new to you. Your attention turns to Kazuha who was scrolling on her phone, completely oblivious to the fact that she was sitting much closer to you than what would be considered a normal distance.

"Where are the other girls?"

She looks up from her phone, "hm? Oh I think they went home already."

"How come you didn't go with them?"

"I have a photoshoot in a little bit so I figured I'd just stay," she says as she looks you up and down. "Don't you think you're sitting a bit close?"

"Wait, what... I was sitting here first," you stutter, not entirely sure if she was messing with you.

Kazuha wraps her arm around yours and leans her head on your shoulder before returning to her phone, "I didn't know you liked me that much."

You feel your cheeks get a bit warm. This girl was always so carefree and nonchalant about things, you found it hard to understand at times. That being said, you had no issue being close to such an attractive girl.

"Look at this, isn't it cute?" she asks as she shows you her phone. A short clip of some college boys dancing to Fearless was playing.

"Wow, they're actually really good."

She laughs, "I know right, I love watching these types of fan videos."

The two of you watch some other random videos made by fans when Chaewon returns. She was wearing an adorable skirt with a small, white hoodie. She puts her purse on your lap and starts looking through it. She pulls out a small bottle of hair mist and sprays a bit on herself, the amazing scent hitting your nose.

"Ready to go?" she asks, not at all bothered by the fact that Kazuha was wrapped around your arm.

"Yeah, did you decide where we're going?"

"I don't know, walk in a park?" she suggests as she puts the bottle away and pulls out some lip gloss, applying it. "Zuha do you want to join us?"

"I would, but I have a photoshoot to go to," she says sadly. Kazuha suddenly kisses your cheek and stands up, "you two have fun though, I'll see you later!"

"Call me when you're done, we can drive you home, right?" Chaewon asks you.

"Yeah no problem at all."

The two girls hug briefly before Chaewon holds her hand out to you, "let's go."

You take her hand and stand up, walking with her to the elevators. "Are you okay with how close Kazuha is with me sometimes?"

She tilts her head, "why would that be an issue?"

The two of you enter the elevator, "I don't know... I just thought I'd ask."

"Zuha is like a little sister to me, I would hope that you get along well," she says. There is a pause where she notices your concern, "look, I already told you I don't get jealous easily. If you want to mess around with the members, I'm fine with it. Except for Eunchae of course, she's still a baby."

"I know, I just... I don't know."

She steps closer to you and kisses your lips for a moment before backing up staring into your eyes with a smile, "you have my permission, the only thing I ask is that you don't do anything without telling me, and you tell me if you ever start to have feelings for any of them."

You hug her, "love you." You have had this conversation before, but you've never taken her up on her offer. Even though Chaewon had made it very clear to you that she was okay with it, you were still hesitant. Especially when it came to Sakura, you kept your relationship very formal as the two of you had history.

"I'm not dumb, I know my members are beautiful, I've fooled around with them before, too."

You pull apart from the hug, "hold up, you've never told me that."

"Oh come on, you realize all idols fool around at least a little bit," she laughs at your expression. "Think about it, a bunch of young girls who live together, work together, go through everything together, and see eachother naked all the time. Happens in every group, even back in IZONE."

"Wait so how often do you..." you begin as the elevator doors open and a young man walks in.

She smiles cutely and winks before grabbing your hand and walking to your car.

"You know what, I'm going to set you up on a date with Zuha."

You cough lightly, shocked at her comment, "what, why."

"I'm not breaking up with you, pabo," she laughs, "I just need to convince you that I'm serious. Also, she has mentioned before that she finds you cute."

"She has?" you ask, that warm feeling returning. Did she really find you cute?

The two of you sit down in your car and Chaewon enters your destination into the GPS.

"Yeah we've actually talked about this before," she says before looking at you with a slightly more serious expression. "But when you do go with her, can you promise to treat her properly?"

"Obviously, what do you think I would do to her?"

"No no, it's nothing like that," she says. "It's just... she has never had a boyfriend before and we're technically not allowed to have boyfriends right now, with you being the exception since we started dating before debut. I just feel like she deserves a chance to experience it."

"What about Yunjin?" you ask, already knowing about Sakura's past.

"She dated back in school when she was in America, but nothing ever since moving to Korea."

As you park your car at the park, Chaewon steps out and pulls her hood up tightly before running around the front of the car, bumping into you hard and interlocking your arms together.

"Even though I'm letting you go on a date with Zuha, you're still mine," she says somewhat aggressively.

The two of you start walking, "but what if we hit it off really well?"

"You'd better," she replies. "Don't you dare break Zuha's heart."

"I wouldn't do that, but what if I fall for her during our date?" you ask.

"You wouldn't leave me."

She hid it well, but you heard the smallest hint of worry in her voice as if it was something she had thought about before. You lean over slightly and kiss her cheek, "you're right, I wouldn't leave someone so perfect."

Chaewon looks around the park at the few people that were present, "how about we go somewhere a bit more private so I can show you how perfect I really am?"

After hearing her words, you quickly step off the path and begin searching for a secluded area. Chaewon giggles as you pull her along towards a small opening surrounded by trees. It was relatively hidden from the main path, and you would only be exposed if someone happened to stumble through the same way you came from.

You turn to Chaewon and kiss her on the lips, "does this work?"

She looks around, pretending to analyze the spot, "I guess it will do," she says before taking off your jacket and tossing it on the ground. She gets on her knees and pulls you down so that you are sitting next to her. "I owe you for last night," she says as she rummages through her bag which was on your lap.

You push her hair behind her ear and out of her face, "you don't owe me anything."

She must have found whatever she was looking for because she brings a finger up to your lips, "shush, now kiss me."

There was no need for a second invitation as you happily tilt your head and press your lips against Chaewon's again. The sweet kick of her lip gloss hit your taste buds immediately, making you crave her taste even more. Her plump lips squished against your mouth as the two of you began playing with each other's tongues. While the two of you made out, you felt her hand start rubbing your crotch. In response, you wrap your right arm around her body and rest your hand on her soft butt.

Chaewon leans back slightly, still close enough to where she is breathing into your mouth, "are you sure I don't owe you anything," she whispers seductively.

"No- I was- wrong," you answer, kissing her between words.

She pulls back again before grabbing a bottle of hand cream that she must have pulled out of her bag earlier. She stares into your eyes seductively as she squeezes a hefty amount into her palm. In response, you slide your hand up her skirt and squeeze her ass cheek, making her smirk at you. She closes the bottle and puts it down when her phone starts to ring.

"Hello?" she answers while still holding her lotion filled hand up. "Oh no that's not good, yeah, okay see you soon."

You stop playing with her butt, "who was that?"

"Kazuha, there must be a flu going around because her photographer also got sick," she answers. "Apparently the girls went shopping and Kazuha asked if we can drop her off at the center, but we can still do this quickly."

With great regret you let go of her butt and started standing up, "it's not right to keep her waiting, don't worry we can finish this later tonight."

Chaewon, still on her knees, looks up at you with an adorable pout, "sorry..."

You grab her lotion-covered hand and pull her up so that she's also standing and kiss her cheek. The two of you grab your stuff before walking back to your car, both of you rubbing the cream into your hands, "at least my hands feel super smooth now,” you comment. Chaewon smiles and the two of you walk back, hand in hand.

--

"When are you guys coming back to the dorm?" Chaewon asks.

"Probably late," Kazuha answers softly. "Thank you for driving me, I hope I didn't disturb anything."

"Any time Zuha," you say, peeking over at Chaewon who was smirking slightly. "If you want to join them for shopping you can."

Chaewon looks at you, still smirking, "no I think I'll pass today."

Perfect, you think to yourself, that means the dorm would be empty. Chaewon was definitely thinking the same thing as she quietly slid her hand into your lap as you drove. She rubs you over your pants a couple times before sneaking her hand up towards your waistband. She began to tease entering her hand down your pants when she suddenly stopped.

"Ah, our instructor is taking tomorrow off, too," Kazuha notes from the backseat.

Chaewon suppresses a giggle as she removes her hand from your lap while you respond to Kazuha, "I hope it's not too serious, is she alright?"

"Hmmm," Kazuha thinks while reading her messages, "it sounds like she's fine and just needs a bit of rest, does this mean we can start a bit later tomorrow?"

"Yeah I guess that's fine," Chaewon answers while pulling out her phone. "But we're still doing a full day, our comeback is too close for us to be taking days off right now."

She began typing a message which you assume was for their group chat. Chaewon, alongside Sakura, was already quite well-versed in the Kpop industry, and you found it very admirable the way she would guide the group. She wasn't too strict or harsh from what you've seen, but she knew what needed to be done and made sure that it was being taken care of.

"I, for one, am super excited to see the product of all your hard work," you announce. "I can't wait for your comeback."

"I know you've heard it, but has Chaewon unnie been showing you the choreo?"

"Yeah I've seen it all," you answer, looking in the rearview mirror at Kazuha who was staring out the window. "I love that leg kick part, I've tried to copy it but it's so much harder than it looks." Even though she was looking to the side out the window, you could see her smile and blush slightly at your comment.

You pull up in front of the shopping mall when Kazuha thanks you again before stepping out. She exchanges a few words with Chaewon before going inside. Chaewon returns to the car and sits down, turning her body entirely so she's facing you with a huge smile.

"Sounds like our place is empty for a bit, coming over?" she says alluringly.

"She'll be able to find them by herself right? Is it safe? Should we go with her?"

"It's perfectly safe, we do it all the time," Chaewon says with a sigh. "It's really sweet and all that you care so much, but can you focus?"

You wrap an arm around her and pull her closer, "sorry, I've been thinking about this since last night," you say before kissing her again.

In no time you find yourself in front of the Le Sserafim dorm. You wait patiently behind Chaewon as she opens the door, your eyes fixated on her tiny skirt. The two of you walk into the house and Chaewon turns on some lights before putting her purse down on the kitchen counter. As soon as she puts it down she turns around and looks at you for just a brief second before the two of you begin furiously making out again.

"I can't... fucking... wait..." she moans between kisses while you push her back against the wall.

You reach down and lift her up from the back of her thighs, making her let out a loud giggle as you were now holding her up against the wall, standing between her legs. You kiss her again while her heavy breaths fill your mouth. Her incessant teasing today was driving you into a lust-filled rage, and you also couldn't wait; It took a great deal of self-control to stop yourself from stripping her down right here and taking her, but you put her back down.

"How about you head up to your bedroom and get ready, I have to quickly check something for work first," you say. "Then I'll come up and join you."

She pouts at you, "fine, but be quick."

You give her butt a playful slap as she heads up the stairs before grabbing your laptop and taking a seat on one of the stools at the kitchen counter. You quickly begin finishing up your work. As you were typing out your last message, you hear a small cough from behind you. You close the laptop and start turning around.

"I'm sorry it took longer-" you stop mid sentence. "Eunchae?"

"I heard giggling and it woke me up," Eunchae says innocently before coughing again.

"I thought you were out shopping... nevermind, here come sit," you say as you guide her to the couches in the living room. "Sounds like you got that flu that has been going around the company."

"Maybe... I think I'll be fine after a night of rest," she says before she balls up in the corner of the couch and closes her eyes. "You and Chaewon unnie can continue whatever was going on, I'll be alright."

"No it's okay we weren't doing anything," you say as you sit down next to her and place a hand on her forehead. "No fever, that's a good sign. Do you want me to get you something to eat or anything like that?"

She opens her eyes and looks at you with a smile, "thank you, but you really don't need to worry about me, I'm seriously fine."

"Are you sure? I could make something for you if you want," you bargain with the girl. "You did say you like my cooking."

"I see why she likes you so much," Eunchae says with a warm smile. "I promise if I need anything I'll ask, thank you."

You stand up and pat her head before walking over to the kitchen. You pour two glasses of water and start walking back to the couch when you hear Chaewon running down the stairs.

"How can you take so long knowing I'm sitting here waiting to be-" Chaewon stops herself short when she hears Eunchae cough on the couch. She quickly ties up her robe and runs over to the younger girl, "oh my gosh, are you okay Eunchae? You sound awful, have you taken any cough syrup yet?"

"I'm feeling better," Eunchae says sweetly. "What exactly were you waiting for Chaewon unnie?" she adds innocently.

Chaewon's face of concern suddenly changes, "oh umm, he was supposed to bring me a drink."

Eunchae tilts her head, "a drink is what you couldn't fucking wait for earlier?" she asks mischievously.

"Yahh Eunchae!" Chaewon complains, "you weren't supposed to hear that."

The younger girl starts laughing when her laughs suddenly turn to coughs.

Chaewon's expression of annoyance quickly returns to one of concern, "are you sure you're okay?" she asks while taking a seat next to her.

"I'll manage, it should be better by tomorrow," Eunchae says with a sniffle. "You and oppa can go do whatever you had planned."

Chaewon leans over and pulls Eunchae into a hug, "how about we watch a movie or something instead?" she suggests before mouthing the words "I'm sorry" to you behind Eunchae's back.

"I think that's a great idea," you chime in while walking over and taking a seat. "Is it fine if I join?"

Eunchae looks at you with a bright smile, clearly happy that she wouldn't be alone tonight, "I guess so, but you have to pick the movie then."

After a little bit of browsing you end up watching some low budget horror film. You didn't expect to find it particularly scary or anything, but it was always funny watching scary movies with the Le Sserafim members. The movie quickly starts getting a bit creepy, and the two girls are holding onto each other pretty tightly. You were pretty sure Chaewon was more scared than Eunchae. The irony of their debut being called Fearless really dawned on you here.

You get up to quickly go to the bathroom, and you're pretty certain that neither girl even notices. As you're washing your hands, you hear the two girls scream. You couldn't help but laugh as you quietly exited the bathroom and started walking back to the living room. You could see the top of their heads barely sticking out over the backrest as they were both slumped up together when you get an idea.

You sneak up behind the couch and see the movie at a tense moment as one of the characters is about to walk into a classroom. Just as the door turns on the screen, you grab both of their shoulders.

"DON'T DO THAT!" Chaewon screams as she jumps in her seat.

"Ahhhh seriously," Eunchae whines while Chaewon throws a pillow at you.

You sit back down, trying to contain your laughter as the two girls glare at you. When they return  their eyes to the screen, after about three seconds the movie plays a jumpscare, making both of them scream again.

"I really hate this," Chaewon cried, grabbing onto Eunchae's arm, while Eunchae was just laughing. "I don't want to watch this anymore."

"Oh come on it's not that bad," you say with a smile while Chaewon glares at you again.

Before she can say anything else to you, the front door clicks and the two girls let out their loudest scream of the night, but this time you screamed with them. The timing was pretty insane.

"I'M DONE!" Chaewon shouts, "I can't do this anymore."

Yunjin looks around the room confused as Chaewon stomps up the stairs, "what the..."

Eunchae falls over to her side, laughing at Chaewon's antics.

"Hello Yunjin," you greet the girl warmly before turning off the TV.

Forgetting all of the commotion just a second ago she happily walks over to you and starts opening the bag she was carrying, "hey! Look at this hat, isn't it so cool?"

"Ooooo that is very much your style," Eunchae remarks.

Sakura and Kazuha follow in behind Yunjin, both of them looking exhausted and each carrying multiple shopping bags in each hand.

You put the hat on and pose for the girls, "how do I look?"

"Ahh damn, I think it actually looks better on you," Yunjin mumbles as she sits down next to Eunchae who was still all giggly.

"So cute," Kazuha says, winking at you, as she walks past and heads towards her room.

Sakura falls down onto the couch and lets out a huge sigh.

"Long day?" you ask her.

"Yeah... I'm exhausted," she says before mustering up the strength to stand back up. "Could you help me carry these?"

You stand up and hand Yunjin the hat back as the two girls start looking through all the shopping, "goodnight girls."

"Goodnight!" Yunjin says while still combing through the bag.

"Thanks for tonight, I already feel better," Eunchae says while looking up at you before smirking, "have fun upstairs."

You pick up Sakura's bags and follow her to the room she shared with Kazuha who was nowhere to be found, probably in the bathroom.

"Thanks," she says as she enters the room. "Are you spending the night?"

"I'm not sure yet," you answer truthfully while putting the bags down.

Sakura turns around and smiles at you, "you should, Chaewon has been super stressed with the comeback so soon, I think she'd appreciate it." Sakura gives you a quick hug before falling backwards onto her bed, staring at the roof with her eyes closed.

"Goodnight Kkura."

You start walking through the hallway towards the stairs when you bump into Kazuha.

"Oh! Sorry!"

"Aish, were you looking for me," Kazuha says teasingly.

"I don't think I was?"

She puts her arms on your shoulders, standing right in front of you, "do you want to be looking for me?"

"I... what..." you stutter.

She takes her arms off your shoulders and walks past you, "goodnight!"

You stood there confused for a second as to what just happened when Kazuha called your name again. You turned around to face her, she was standing in the door frame with her shirt off.

"If you need a bed for tonight you are always welcome to have mine," Kazuha says before she closes the door, leaving you standing there confused.

Understanding Kazuha sometimes was still impossible, you think to yourself as you start walking towards the stairs. Luckily even though the group shared a house, it was pretty spacious. Sakura and Kazuha shared a room on the first floor, while the other three shared the second floor. Eunchae and Yunjin had one room, while Chaewon had her own room which provided a bit of much appreciated privacy.

You enter Chaewon’s room and hear her brushing her teeth in her bathroom while singing, so you decide to lay down on her bed. You looked around the room and saw Chaewon's clothes scattered across the floor, and the bed smelled surprisingly good as if it was sprayed with some perfume. Then it dawns on you that Chaewon was laying here naked waiting for you. Just as you get that vision in your mind, Chaewon walks out of the bathroom wearing her pajamas and sees you on the bed.

Chaewon slides into her bed next to you and wraps her arms around your body, "sorry that we didn't get to..."

You stroke her back, "it's alright, I'm happy to just spend time with you."

She rolls over so that she's on top of you, "what if we just bend the rule tonight?"

You place your hands on her butt and kiss her, "you know I want to."

She kisses you again. "I can be quiet."

You roll over so that Chaewon is now on the bed beneath you. "Yeah, but I like when you're not quiet," you say before kissing her forehead and getting off the bed. "Let's just save it for another time, out of respect for your members."

"They would understand," Chaewon pouts before sighing, "but fine, will you at least stay the night?"

"I thought you wanted to avoid doing that," you say with a smile. "What changed?"

"Well usually it's so that nothing happens, but we both agreed on that already."

You strip down to your underwear before getting back into the bed and under the covers. You're facing Chaewon, and you brush the hair out of her face, "love you."

She closes her eyes and whispers back, "love you, too."

[ficcidio]

MATILDA

paining: bf!bangchan x reader

genre: angst, fluff, comfort

warnings: reader is anxious, talking about depression, mentions of food, insecurities, swear words, family issues, idk if there's anything else

a/n: i feel so bad because i lost my old account ( @straycidio ) where i had this posted originally. i really hope you enjoy it, tho. if there’s anything wrong please tell me <3

ᯤ now playing: matilda by harry styles

— 시작

he had seen it. everything. every time you were anxious, sad, when you felt like everything was wrong. he had seen it, but you didn't notice. chris really tried to help you, but you just didn't want help. you thought it wasn't noticeable, maybe for other people it wasn't.

but you boyfriend saw everything.

everytime you stared at yourself too long in the mirror, everytime you locked yourself in the bathroom for hours, when you came late from work, when you didn't have energy to work at all. he did notice. maybe it was time to do something about it.

"are you okay?" his sweet voice asked. you were in front of him, but you weren't there. you were barely touching the food he spent hours doing even after a whole day at work.

you looked up at him and saw his worried face. "i'm fine" you lied "i'm just sleepy" you hated to lie to him but you truly didn't want him to worry. not with everything he had to do at work and the comeback he was preparing. it would be too much.

"you're not. you seem so distant"

the confidence he used in that sentence surprised you. how could he know it? you've been hiding it so well. you probably just couldn't pretend anymore. " really am, don't worry" you smiled at him and he looked down to his plate, empty, while yours was still full. you observed him quietly for a few seconds when he decided to glance back at you.

"when will you stop pretending, y/n?" he said, touching your hand. your eyes opened wide and your mouth did the same to defend yourself, but he interrupted you. "you can lie to everyone, but not to me. please, do not lie to me"

your eyes watered at his words, you were speechless. you couldn't say anything because he was right. you couldn't lie to him. he would always find out.

"i…” you tried to formulate a sentence, but the worlds didn't come out. "i'm sorry" a single tear ran down your cheek. you quickly used your thumb to wipe it, but chris grabbed your wrist and he did it instead. your eyes were connected and you somehow you felt the warmth you've wanted to feel all this months. the protection you needed.

"hey, no, no, it's okay" he said, standing up and walking to you. he leaned towards you and kissed your head. he later took you in his arms and sat on the couch to sit you on his lap. "what's wrong, baby?"

you tried to explain, but you just couldn't put the words together, it didn't make sense. he watched you struggle, and decided to pat your head. "you're okay, hm? it's okay, we have all the time you need" he comforted you with a gentle kiss on your cheek and hugged you while you let out more tears. your sobs started to become louder and your breathing quickened. you hid your face in the crook of his neck, his t-shirt started getting wet. "please, talk to me" he asked one more time "what's wrong?"

"everything is wrong! i-i just can't do this" you sobbed. he didn't answer, letting you more time to continue. "life keeps sending me lessons b-but all i want to do is brush my teeth and shower normally... i can't even do that! i... just can't." you vented

"no, you can" he said surely "you're so strong, you can do it. you might feel like you're dying but you're not. it will be fine"

"that's what i've been saying for years now... but it keeps worsening" you tried to catch your breath between your sobs and cries "my family, myself... what it's wrong with me? why am i like this?"

"like what, y/n?" he asked sweetly, analyzing your face all the time "like horrible!" you yelled, and when you watched his face you tried to calm down. "not even my own family likes me, chris" you whispered.

"let it go. it's not your fault. you can let it go, love" chris said, connecting his eyes with yours. "it is-" you were interrupted by him "no, it is not. it's been years and it hasn't changed because you don't want to let go. you don't feel capable and keep punishing yourself. but i don't believe that time will change your mind. in other words, i know they won't hurt you anymore as long as you can let them go"

"but i'm so sorry for them.." you tried your words to make sense, but they just didn't.

"you don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up. anywhere you go, you don't need a reason 'cause they never showed you love. y/n, you don't have so be sorry for doing it on your own"

after half an hour of crying, your breathing calmed down and his arms felt more comfortable than they ever had. your eyes felt heavier each time and chris noticed. though your cheeks were still wet and you eyes were still red, something felt different. you felt better, your chest didn't hurt anymore, it was easy to breath. chris kissed your face sweetly and when you smiled at him, he did the same.

"my beautiful girl" he whispered next to your ear. “let's go to sleep" he then lifted you up and carried you to your bedroom. he grabbed one of his sweaters and put it on you, to later open the bed and get you inside.

"thank you. i'm sorry" you sighed. "you don't have to be sorry" he said gently, to kiss your face multiple times and later cuddle with you

"i love you" you muttered. you waited for an answer for a few minutes until you gave up and you focused on sleeping.

"i love you more"

[zaceouiswriting]

Fairy Prince - Hearts of Leviathans - Ch.29

Character: Sky x male reader, Riven x male reader, Brandon x male reader

Universe: Somewhere in Winx Club/Saga

Warnings: None

"The father of a friend of mine, a tall, stocky man with a long beard and curious eyes, always told us that if we saw someone in need, we should do everything we could to help. He is an army veteran, but after his discharge, he struggled with numerous problems, including regular panic attacks, and was unable to leave his home for years. But even in his darkest times, he found ways to be happy and fulfilled. He started painting, learned instruments, and even homeschooled my friend for the first few years. Although he has very bad days and can get quite aggressive, none of this is his fault. And it doesn't make him weak, don't you agree?"

"Yes," I whisper, just then realizing that my breathing was back to normal and that my fear and paranoia seemed to have disappeared. I don't know what calms me so effectively; maybe it's her gentle smile. It could be her hand still gently stroking my hair, or her soft voice. It could also be all of the above. When it's finally sunken in after a few minutes, I am shocked because no one since him has accomplished the same thing.

But I feel completely exhausted. Two panic attacks in a matter of hours—how could I not be at the limit of my physical capabilities? While she still smiles at me, I press myself harder against the wall behind me, brace myself with one of my hands, and stand up to my full height, instantly dwarfing her.

“You’re quite tall,” she muses in her honey-sweet voice, yet it doesn't sound fake.

"You should see that one friend of mine, Brandon; he's a giant. Next to him, I look like a child!" I tell her, chuckling, still a little out of breath.

When I look at her again, I find a satisfied sparkle in her eyes, as if to say that her work is done. A comfortable silence spreads between us as she looks at me with concern but confidence.

“Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be in class?” I break the silence, wanting to at least pretend that I’m interested in having a conversation.

But she smiles teasingly. "You mean the same class you should be in now?" she counters rather smugly. I couldn't help but smile at her speed and chuckle again at her comeback. But she quickly calms down again, and her lips fall into a soft smile. "Professor Palladium asked me to find you. But I didn't think you would be on the wrong side of the building."

I stop abruptly. Did I hear her correctly? The wrong side of the building? "What do you mean?" I finally ask her, gobsmacked.

She points to a door and smiles brightly. "None of these doors are numbered. You literally walked past the classroom doors; they're right next to the cafeteria."

I can only look at her, confused, not understanding what she could mean. So I look at the crumpled piece of paper in my hand and then at one of the doors she just pointed to. But I quickly realize my mistake. A moment later, blood rushes to my head. "I'm not really good with directions," I inform her sheepishly. "I get lost pretty easily."

Not even waiting a moment, she links our arms. "Well then, let me be your guide!"

There was nothing I could have done about it; it all happened too quickly. Additionally, she is also quite pushy because she starts talking straight away and doesn't even let me interrupt her. But it's nice not to have to waste energy on entertainment I don't have. Halfway back, however, she falls silent.

"Why are you so nice to me?" My question must have surprised her because she suddenly stopped. She hangs her head, and the cheerful mood has disappeared.

The silence lasts for a while until she turns slightly towards me. "You're just not what others describe you as. I've always been able to see a person's motives. Yours were never bad. All I could sense from you was sadness, disappointment, and pain."

Even though I don't believe her claim, she's still right. Since his death, I haven't felt truly happy for a single moment of my life. It's almost as if it was stolen from me. However, I accept her statement and say nothing else, hoping that the rest of our journey will be spent in silence.

We soon reach the cafeteria, where she shows me a hallway I must've simply missed as I've searched all the others. As I walk down this hallway, every room has either a door that I can at least partially see through or full-on windows in the wall.

Something is going on in all the rooms, from language learning to mathematics; in others, alchemy is practiced. But mostly magic is used. Even the woman responsible for me being thrown into a dungeon teaches in one. Just looking at her sends a shiver down my spine. Luckily, the girl next to me didn't notice anything.

Luckily, we come to a room where she finally knocks. When I hear the professor's voice, my tense shoulders relax a little, just enough for the girl to sense my movement and give me a reassuring smile. I can only thank her in my thoughts as she opens the door.

When I see Professor Palladium, he has a mischievous smile on his lips. "Ah, you found the wandering fairy," he comments, his voice dripping with playfulness. "Should I give you a compass that will always show you the way to your next lesson?"

Although I think he's just playfully joking about my tardiness, I smile shyly and nod. "That would be helpful, Professor."

His stern exterior turns into a small smile. He shakes his head and lowers it slightly. But even so, he reaches out his hand and slides a stone onto it with the other. As he concentrates on this, he suddenly speaks in a language I cannot decipher, surely ancient Elvish again. Unfortunately, I have never been good with languages; I'm content speaking the common tongue, Fairish, and a bit of modern Elvish.

But his voice is so soft and the words so melodic that it's hard not to listen. But to my amazement, he soon holds a compass in his hand, beautifully decorated with engravings, and the middle part, where the two needles are, even has a picture of a place. "Is this the blueprint of the building?"

Without answering my question, Professor Palladium turns away, but not without winking at me and putting his finger to his lips. Upon closer inspection, I can see every nook and cranny, and strangely enough, the entire inner building, not what is visible from the outside, as if this compass could form a picture by tracing the magic around it.

"Would you mind finding a place to sit?" The professor's stern voice rings in my ears again. A little embarrassed, I raise my head, apologize to him, and look around.

Discomfort is clearly visible on everyone's faces. Honestly? It hurts a lot. I always hoped that the day I would come here, they would treat me as an equal to everyone else, like all my ancestors. But instead, I only experience endless disrespect. Only now I don't feel any of the anger, just disappointment.

Not wanting to make anyone uncomfortable, I choose a seat at the back, but as I walk past the others, all I sense is the distrust of the fairies. Some will one day be guardian fairies, and others are just normal fairies, but no one looks at me with trust.

I slump down onto the seat, or at least I try to. Instead of sitting on the chair, I fall through the air and land on the floor with a loud thud. Immediately, giggles echo through the room, and with just one glance around me, I know who the culprit is. Her evil eyes are all I need to see. But it only becomes more obvious when she starts grinning at me, lifting her perfectly painted nails, and resting her head in the palm of her hand.

Muttering under my breath, I tell her this isn't kindergarten, but I don't honor her with another glance. Instead, I let my magic flow. I've never tried this magic before, but this is as good a time as any, right?

I imagine several stone pillars rising out of the ground just below my bottom so that I can sit on them with my legs stretched out. These are followed by more pillars growing up my sides and reaching the middle of my torso, and finally, tall pillars behind me that will straighten up my back. Not long after, these imaginary pillars appear, slowly rising from the ground.

In an instant, my stone throne is up. Sitting upon it, like the king I hope I will become someday, I cross my right leg over my left, put both arms on the armrests, but raise my right arm, clench my hand into a fist, and lean my head against it. With a broad smile, I glance sideways at Stella and wink at her, only to look back at Professor Palladium, whose face looks neutral, but I can still see a secret grin.

"Now that that's cleared up, I'd like for you to introduce yourself to the class, as there is a lot of misinformation circulating about you."

All eyes are on me; most of them are worried, except for Bloom and a girl who looks familiar but who I can't place.

“(Y/N), there’s nothing more to say,” I spat out like poison. "I will have nothing to do with most of you after the disgusting, disgraceful, and downright unacceptable way in which you treated me and assumed things like ignorant laundresses."

“Who do you think you are?” I hear Stella’s voice from my left front.

When I finally turn to face her, I grin maliciously. "Wouldn't you like to know?" I look her up and down, but suddenly I twist my face into a pitying one. "Are you in love already? How sad."

Stella immediately blushes, maybe from embarrassment or anger. I don't know. But I feel her magic getting out of control. I raise an eyebrow questioningly but get no answer. Instead, feather-light footsteps echo through the room, followed by a hand slamming on Stella's desk.

"(Y/N), I can understand your anger about the situation; how you were treated was beneath your dignity, but please don't make it worse."

"Worse?" I shout, standing up from my stone throne. "None of these spoiled little princesses can ever understand what I have been through—the suffering every man has to endure because they are blind to the world around them! And yet they make assumptions and punish someone without any good reason." My words are heavy, and many girls around me look stunned as if nobody has ever talked to them like this.

“Please, (Y/N), calm down.“

"No!" I bellow again. "Should I just sweep this all under the rug? I have never received an apology, not from the teachers or the students, for their assumptions. Until that day comes, I will not treat any of them like people, only like the scum that they are!"

After that, the whole room is silent. The professor sighs heavily but nods his head. I can only hope he truly understands me and isn't just pretending. At least he has never treated me like the others; he probably knows my true identity from the beginning. After all, it is impossible to lie to a high elf.

[Masterlist]

[thebroccolination]

Oh my goddess...Singto is back in gmmtv...!!!!!!

HE SURE IS, ANON!!!

THE HANDSOMEST MAN IN GMMTV HAS RETURNED TO HIS THRONE!

I HAVE A LOT TO SAY LET'S BEGIN.

FIRST: I'M SO HAPPY. ;____;

I CASUALLY OPENED INSTAGRAM WHEN I WOKE UP A FEW HOURS AGO, LOOKED AT KRIST'S AND BOUN'S STORIES AS USUAL, AND THEN SINGTO'S KICKED ME IN THE SOUL AND IT HAS YET TO COME BACK TO ME.

AND LIKE.

OKAY.

HANG ON!!!

I NEED THE SONG OF MY PEOPLE!!!

OKAY.

BETTER.

NOW!!!

There have been signs for months, especially from Kit, that they'll have a series this year, but I didn't expect Singto to fully come back to GMMTV! So I'm in a daze of pure joy. The SHEER NUMBER of times my friends and I have been like, "SINGTO JUST COME BACK AND WE'LL PRETEND YOU NEVER LEFT," so now I fully plan on doing so.

Singto left? When?

Never, that's when.

LIKE.

LET ME WALK YOU THROUGH JUST A FEW OF MY POSTS ON MY DISCORD SERVER FROM THE PAST FEW MONTHS SO YOU CAN ENJOY THE JOURNEY WITH ME:

Some days, I'd just go through old photos and reminisce.

Other days, I'd have feelings.

And make academic observations of past occurrences.

I HAVE BEEN ASKING FOR SOTUS 3 SINCE 2020 I DESERVE THIS

AND PERAYA WHO HAVE BEEN HERE SINCE 2017 AND BEFORE HAVE BEEN ASKING FOR IT EVEN LONGER

BUT I'M GETTING AHEAD OF MYSELF

THEN THEY HUNG OUT IN EARLY JANUARY (WITH GAWIN!!! BECAUSE FUCK ALL THE MISERABLE PEOPLE IN THIS FANDOM WHO CAN'T LET ANYONE ENJOY MORE THAN ONE THING AND GENUINELY RUIN THE EXPERIENCE FOR OTHERS!!!)

AND THEY TRENDED BASED ON THAT ONE HANGOUT SESH

THERE WERE FURTHER SIGNS!!!

THEN KRIST AND SINGTO ACTUALLY INTERACTED ON TWITTER, WHICH HADN'T HAPPENED IN, I SHIT YOU NOT, ALMOST FOUR YEARS

OH AND SPEAKING OF THEM INTERACTING ON TWITTER

WE ARE FED

AND EVEN WILDER, SINGTO IS NOW UNDER KRIST'S MANAGER, YUI

For those who don't know, this is massive because as long as they've been with GMMTV, Krist and Singto always had separate managers. Krist with Yui, Singto with Jane (who has had cameos in some of Singto's series, maybe most famously the guy at their office cafe in SOTUS S).

I've heard TayNew also went under one manager recently, so I think it was likely a condition of Singto's return to GMMTV that he sign under Yui. Which is wild because these managers do what we'd consider in the States to be the work of agents, so they have a major contribution to what happens in their artists' careers.

In my wildest fantasies I never imagined Yui as Singto's manager. I love Jane, but wow.

AND PERHAPS MY FAVORITE THING OF ALL!!!

I HAVE BEEN JOKING ABOUT THIS FOR AGES AND HAVE A #THROUPLE CHANNEL ON MY SERVER BECAUSE I DON'T CARE I LOVE ALL THREE OF THEM

AND THEN KRIST PERAWAT WENT AHEAD AND SAID THIS:

MY SON SAID, "SURE FINE AS LONG AS Y'ALL DON'T KILL EACH OTHER."

KRIST WANTS ALL HIS BOYFRIENDS

NOW, LET'S OPEN SPECULATION FOR WHAT KRISTSINGTO'S COMEBACK SERIES WILL BE

I'M SO HAPPY

I GENUINELY HAVEN'T PROCESSED IT YET

:')

TIME TO WRITE FIC ABOUT IT

[owatazumi]

Hello!!! Can I maybe request a Idolniki x normalfem reader where she is like more like a tomboy and she is over at the dorms and playes videogames with the boys and usually she wins but she let niki win one time and he openly starts kind of flirting? With her or making fun to kind of embarrass her or make her shy infront of the boys like "awww y/n it's okay, you're handsome, talented and super cool boyfriend is just a pro gamer you know no need to be sad babe ;)" but then she pulls out the most savage comeback ever like "dang idk who you mean but that man sounds like a dream of a boyfie" (not thaaaaaat savage but idk just for a idea yk) and everbody starts laughing (including niki ofc) like a really funny and fluffy scenario thank you!!! Have a great day

girlz is players 2 | niki

parings: idol!niki & normie!reader :))

warnings: none? tell me if I l’m wrong please !!

word count: 738

authors note: thank you so much for this request it was soooo fun to write !! I kinda switched up some things but I hope you like it anyway~ thanks once again for the lovely request !! have a nice dayyy~~

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“istg ___ you should stop playing games so often!” niki said as his character drifted around the banana peel “oh yeah? well I play just as often as you, and I’m not an idol, so maybe you should just live with the fact that I’m better than you!” I bumped my car into his making him hit the wall “hey back up!” as we continued fighting for who is better and who was not, I came up with a plan. why not let him win just this once?

I win almost all the time so it would just be fair to give this victory to him, right?

so at the next cliff, I pretended to lose control and fell right when he was at the finishing line “god damn it!” I shouted as my character flew back up but it was too late to continue driving since niki already made it through the finishing line, shouting in victory “yes! bam loser!” he started doing a victory dance to celebrate his one-time winning streak “well guess who lost, our pretty little ___” as he stopped shouting “yes!”s and “wahoos!”s he kneeled in front of me, his eyes piercingly staring into mine. I had to make sure that I didn't start kicking my feet in excitement because that stare was one hell of a kind…

“and because I won and you obviously lost, how about a bet after the game, hm?” his index finger started lifting my chin a bit “since I won…” he stopped as his face started getting closer to mine “I want you to admit that I’m a way better gamer than you” a smirk was plastered on his face as he spoke. I just nodded hastily, wanting this whole situation to end because I would have probably exploded from excitement if this went on for a little longer and I can’t handle that much excitement.

“yeah yeah, you are-”

“no no no! I want you to say it”

my eyebrows raised when his words reached my ears. I chuckled unamused “oh no, that won’t happen, not even in your dreams babe” when I realized what I had called him it was already too late as niki had already started rolling on the floor laughing while I just sat there regretting to have used the word ‘babe’ and just then do I realize that he wasn’t the only one chuckling. his members walked through the living room entrance with their leader at the very back. some sat down on the couch while some were uninterested, walking straight into the kitchen “so you guys did finally get together, huh?” jungwon chuckles. I looked at him unknowing of how to react “no!” I stutter out, “that was an accident, obviously I wouldn’t wanna get together with him!” I regained myself, stood up, and sat down in one of the armchairs looking at niki who was then sitting up again looking at me “so you meant somebody else with babe?” he asked, “no, it was just- it slipped out okay?” I crossed my arms in front of my chest. he started chuckling and stood up, walking towards me slowly. “just admit it” he started, “you like me, don’t you?” he leaned slightly down to my eye level, copying the way I said ‘babe’ earlier as he put a strand of hair behind my ear. “ew, get a room you two” an annoyed Jay spoke up from the kitchen counter as he ate his ramen with his phone on the other hand not even looking at us. I looked back at niki who was already staring at me and answered his question from a few minutes ago with a “not in your dreams” and chuckled to which jungwon started chuckling as well while niki just stood there flabbergasted. he gave up on saying anything back and just hugged me “shall we take on jays suggestion? we can talk about the details there without the others interrupting” he winked before offering his hand to me, “only if you admit that I'm better though” you could hear the others chuckle and this time with an agreeing niki nodding his head, “ok, you're slightly better than me” he laughed “but I'm gonna train until I beat you!” I smiled, “give it your all” and with that, the room was filled with chuckles and laughter as niki waddled behind me into his room

thx so much for the request anon~ it was a bunch of fun and I hope you liked it !! If you got any other request I’d love to hear it :))

[aquamine-amarine]

It's time for Part 2 of "I hate the fucking anime adaption so fucking much". Part 1 is here.

I've known about this since the start of the month since Nakayoshi posted a black and white ad in the January 2024 Issue talking about it, it just took a while for Marukuji to actually post about it in color. And it still doesn't make it any better.

That looks NOTHING like Amu. Holy shit is it bad. I had to do a double take when I first saw a cropped version of the ad on Twitter because that didn't look like Amu at all. It's horrible. Ikuto looks so fucking awful too. Why the hell is he wearing purple too? It looks way too similar to Utau. It's all so bad and out of character, and it's worse than usual because it's also a lottery. Yeah no, fuck this, I ain't buying it. Last year when they made that new anime art I refused to buy anything with the new art on it and I only bought the ribbons, purses, and mirrors. I hated it that fucking much.

Why do people think this is good? Why? I'm seeing so many people on here and in the Japanese fandom fawn over this and I don't understand why. There's so many yes men in these fandoms I swear, like you're all too afraid to say something is shit when it's shit. And this is shit. It leaves such a bad fucking taste in my mouth that they got the old anime character designer to do another set of merchandise. I really wanted that crap from last year to be a one time thing, and then this happened. Really makes me sick thinking about a reboot potentially bringing that old character designer back… God no. This is terrible. The art is so bad.

I know Rozen Maiden is doing the same thing lately, with the 2013 anime character designer making new art for merchandise and lotteries, the difference is that the 2013 Rozen Maiden anime art is actually good. It was a massive improvement over the horrid Nomad art. They never ever use the Nomad art anymore, and God I wish they would treat SC! the same way. Make a reboot, make merchandise using that new anime art, and please pretend the old anime art doesn't exist anymore.

I'm still convinced they will reboot it, with all the money they're hoarding from the constant new merchandise. Here's hoping we get some nice news after the sequel manga starts. Unfortunately right now they're going to focus on the Vampire Dormitory anime adaption. Shoujo anime adaptions are making a comeback, and they choose to give this trashy manga an anime adaption... sigh. And we still don't have a start date for the Cardcaptor Sakura: Clear Card Arc anime sequel either. I guess they just don't want it competing with these two anime at the moment, so they're waiting.

I need some eye bleach, I can't stand looking at this fucking art anymore.

[sketchehm]

oh baby dedsafio au saying other anons and I did good work while they were gone is awesome 😭 🫶 thank you both for your work coming up with it loll

and then I was wondering how you think the whole space cube arc went in this au? Like how’d Sapnap find his way to the first space cube, did he sneak in or did he convince them to bring him along? You know how that was that stream where Farfa out of nowhere started to explaining to Sapnap in english what the plan was and he sounded exhausted and Sapnap was like he’s acting like I’m a toddler 😭 😭 that bit should somehow exist in this au.. maybe baby Sapnap is like actually I’m 8!! I’m NOT a baby anymore FARFA!!

And then you know how they all died and had to be brought back. Well first of all there’s the fact that there’s a whole ass kid (and Sylvee) there but also that’s where goncho dies ;-; sapnap not understanding why goncho can’t come back this time :((

SO! My memory is foggy af but did goncho really not get revivied after all that D:????? Istg he did.....I'm going to go on the basis that he didn't then? But we can always....sprinkle some AU magic and retcon that too pft whatever the council decides heh

The babies don't go on any of the space dungeons that's for sure. (Sapnap is maybe allowed on the lap of one of them just cruising around on the ship, it's very awesome!!!)

BUT! I love the idea of like....Farfa still going out of his way explaining what they're going to do, just so Sapnap doesn't feel completely left out! (It soothes his curiosity! And he'll play pretend with sylvee, making stuff up about the potential dungeon with her as those two valiantly defeat the boss!!!)

But it feels very much like...school and the droning on and Sapnap is not paying 100% attention, and when Farfa ask "Ya? Preguntas?" The baby is like "NO! I'm a big boy now, I'm 8!! I know everything!!"

"....ok. So we're going to leave now."

"NOOOO!!! wait. Explain one more time please :3"

Sapnap knows he can delay them for so long if he acts cute enough hehe. He just wants to keep having fun!! And he knows they're coming back! Just sometimes they're all hurt and tired :( and sapnap doesn't like that very much.....

BUT he gets cool souvenirs from it sometimes too :> so it evens out! Yup!

He knows Goncho always has trouble though >:0! (Cause the others always makes fun of him for it hehe) and when he was more of a baby, he knew goncho babysat him a lot so he wouldn't be as hurt, but they're all older now and Goncho has to go help!! Sapnap knows it's very important work! Sapnap wishes he could go SO badly though. He would 100% protect Goncho!!!!

With the help of peele, sapnap makes extra lil baggies of sliced apples for everyone to have when on the space missions! (And he makes EXTRA sure Goncho has extras).

NOW. I do have the ending set that the members all die at the final mission, but they did all have that hiccup with that space cube which was wildly ridiculous and they all died pft. And I was tossing that in my head a lot! Cause I didn't know if it should be....ignored...pretend it didn't happen......BUT I know I mentioned somewhere the babies are familiar with revival(at least I think I mentioned it somewhere). But I don't think I mentioned if the babies are familiar with the gulag! And I wanna say sylvee is yes, but not sapnap! (On the part that sapnap rarely ever watched the gulag events pft) He was just too eepy and was napping anytime they happened :(

So I do wanna go through with....everyone fucking up the space cube. It's just the babies aren't aware of like....Real Death with that event. Cause now they're watching the gulag with Eon's funny magic! He doesn't know why Eon is so worried doe :3

I wanna imagine Sapnap just thinks they completed the mission and this is just an extra bit that he can actually watch!! It's kinda scary to watch though so he's glad he doesn't have to run around too....(HE DOESNT TELL ANYONE THAT THOUGH HES SUPER BRAVE!!)

And as he's watching everyone comeback, worse for wear, he can tell. And they all hug him and he's glad they're all back....right? They look sad. And Sapnap. He knows. Someone is missing.

And he'll ask! Because....well...why is Goncho not here?

And they'll tell him, Goncho will come back! Next mission. Once they've defeated the evil Reviil, they can bring Goncho back! He's just....gone for now. Just for now....

But Sapnap will be eagerly await his return :3 he makes sure he has extra apple slices saved just for Goncho! And he'll wait for all of his dads to return from this last mission. He just has to wait....

[animebw]

Thinking back on it, I'm realizing there aren't many straightforward idol anime I actually like. Like, Zombieland Saga is lots of fun, but the idol stuff is consistently the weakest part of it and I always feel myself tuning out whenever that's the focus. I guess I liked Heroines Run the Show before it went to shit in the back half? Does Ya Boi Kongming count? Symphogear, technically? Maybe Hanayamata? I dunno, I feel like all those shows have asterisks that keep them from being straightforward idol-y enough to qualify. Meanwhile, by far the most traditional idol show I've watched so far has been Shine Post, and hoooooooo boy did I end up hating that one.

I think the problem is, as I grow increasingly cynical and jaded in my old, withered age of 25 years old, the overwhelming positivity that defines the idol genre starts to feel forced and cloying. It's easy enough for "believe in yourself and try your best" to work as an overall theme if you're sincere enough to pull it off. But the second that theme becomes an obligation or an afterthought, it can very quickly turn a show into the most suffocating, shrink-wrapped piece of sanitized goop imaginable. It becomes a way for a story to avoid being about anything, spouting generic platitudes and cynically designed cuteness with all its edges sanded down and dull. When I look at the weaker idol anime I've watched, I don't see stories that come by their earnestness, well, earnestly. I see coldly calculated, market-tested corporate branding exercises that say nothing, express nothing, and don't dare step a single toe out of line. A plastic smile plastered across an empty styrofoam mannequin, babying its audience with lazy, simplified moralizing because it doesn't think they're capable of anything more complex than Teletubbies, and god forbid we lose a single audience member trying to actually make an artistic statement.

But that's the thing about Juuki Hanada as a writer.

When this man wants to get messy?

He gets fucking messy.

So much of what makes Hanada's writing so powerful, in comedy and drama alike, is how well he's able to let the reins go of his characters and let them crash into each other. Snappy one-liners and comebacks battling for dominance, chaotic personalities setting off fireworks of all kinds through their interactions, but also raw, ugly emotional confrontations that don't sugarcoat anything out of fear his audience isn't mature enough to handle it. Not all of his stuff is a masterpiece- I could spend hours talking about how badly Kyoukai no Kanata's plot falls apart in the second half, Steins;Gate gets more and more exhausting the more I think about it- but even his weakest works carry the unmistakable passion of a writer holding nothing back. And when he's firing on all cylinders? You might just end up with the single greatest coming-of-age tale this medium has ever produced.

And it turns out, that sensibility is exactly what a show like Love Live needs to succeed. Because even the most optimistic, inspirational story imaginable needs that edge to temper itself against. The sheer chaos of its lovable cast bouncing off each other isn't just what makes the comedy work so well, it's what lets these dramatic moments sting the way they need to. Because it's only in recognizing these harsher moments- failure, frustration, despair- that its triumphs are able to be so meaningful. I care about Muse because I've seen what it looks like when they fall short, and I care about Honoka because this show lets me see her at her lowest, at her most human and vulnerable. These characters aren't just plastic simulations of cute girls selling a fantasy; they feel like a real friend group, messy and anarchic and free. Free to express themselves with the full palette of the human experience, even the parts most of us would rather pretend didn't exist. And it makes their successes matter in a way they wouldn't if we didn't have that grounding in the unbearable chaos of being.

Love Live is not a deconstruction, or a subversion, or a dark parody or anything so gauche. It's nothing more of less than a straightforward, inspirational idol show. But it's a straightforward, inspirational idol show that knows it doesn't have to sacrifice its raw humanity to shine with the brightest stars in the sky. And that, folks, makes all the difference in the world.