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can i req for a sumin stayc fic!

A Night to Remember

Sumin x named reader! (i hope u dont mind)

tags: smut, sex, nipple play, (semi?) public sex

”Is this the right road? We’ve been here three times,” Ethan’s words did not sound like a question. The girl who was called just now sighed softly because she didn’t go up the mountain that often. At first, Sumin had refused to join the event for a night of getting closer to each other on the mountain like this because she had no experience. Whether Sumin should be grateful or not because, at least she didn’t get lost alone.

”I don’t know.. This is also my first time.” Sumin could see Ethan’s confused face. Ethan should be able to depend on her being a senior, but unfortunately this time the man who was a year younger than her had to take over.

”Don’t stay away from me; if we get separated, it’s more trouble. I left a trail so that someone could find out that we are here, and please check your cellphone if there is a signal to contact the other student.” Ethan's intonation did not sound patronizing, but Sumin nodded obediently.

The sky was getting darker, darker than usual. Sumin glanced at her watch, and it was still seven o’clock. But somehow it felt like ten already. They should have been resting in the tents by this time and then, half an hour later, gathering around the campfire. But instead, they were lost in the seemingly unfriendly weather.

”Ethan..” called Sumin, and without many words, she held Ethan’s hand, who had just turned his head.

”Your hands are really cold; are you okay? Do you want to use my jacket?” Sumin shook her head slowly. She knew the night was cold, and she didn’t want Ethan to give up the only source of warmth he had for her.

”No, I’m just afraid of getting lost.. Can I hold your hand?” The man nodded, not objecting at all. First, he was also cold; second, Sumin, who was everyone’s crush, was holding his hand. Who would refuse?

”Btw, do you have a tent? I only have a sleeping bag in my backpack because my friend brought a tent.” Sumin had not yet answered. The sound of thunder made the girl jump in place. Ethan approached to hug and calm her. ”It’s okay. I’ve got you,” he whispered softly. But, suddenly, they felt the drops of rain falling; it poured down on the two people, who did not have time to find a place until they were both soaked. Ethan pulled Sumin’s hand under a tree not far from where they were standing just now. It was still raining, but at least the branches and leaves kept them a little protected.

It was cold; Sumin’s whole body was wet from the rain, making her shiver, and she unconsciously heard the chattering of her teeth because it was too cold. Ethan turned to her and held her cold hands, giving them a gentle squeeze and rub to make them at least warmer.

”Ethan, I think the tent is in my backpack. Can you put it on?” Asked Sumin, the man nodded slowly, then unloaded Sumin’s carier. The girl sat huddled against the tree that sheltered them, her body trembling from the cold, making Ethan try his best to be quick in putting up the tent despite the rain that had begun to subside, not as hard as before.

Sumin closed her eyes while trying to hug herself. Then she felt a warm hand on her forehead and then on both cheeks. ”I’m afraid you’re sick; let’s go to the tent. I’ve put up the tent. There’s a sleeping bag, but if you can… ehm… sorry… you can just undress because your clothes is all wet.”

Sumin nodded quickly. ”Thank you, Ethan..” The sentence was replied to with Ethan’s soothing smile, which makes him look more handsome than before.

The rain began to subside, but the drops were still there. Sumin had undone all the threads attached to her body and got into the sleeping bag that Ethan had brought.

Sumin heard a sneeze from outside the tent. Ethan was cold too; she thought, “Ethan..” She called softly, but it was quite audible.

“Why? Your lips are blue for God’s sake.” Without being asked, Ethan entered the tent and helped Sumin lie back down. The man rubbed his palms together and then placed them on Sumin’s neck until warmth spread from there.

Ethan sneezed again, making the girl, who was still shivering, anxious too.

“Ethan.. come here; it’s still cold in here,” Sumin said while holding Ethan’s hand.

“My clothes are all wet; you’ll get cold,” Ethan gently refused.

“Just take off your shirt.” Sumin could see Ethan swallow. “It’s okay.. Come here.”

“If you say so..” Ethan replied that he was actually still full of hesitation, but why not instead of freezing to death?

Sumin bit her lip because she was still shivering, and now, in front of her eyes, she could see Ethan opening one cloth after another on her body. Well, the man was not typical muscular; he was quite skinny because of his height, but he looked proportional. Just look at how the man’s stomach was formed. Damn. Sumin averted her eyes because she didn’t want to look like a pervert.

“Sorry..” Ethan said it again before getting into the sleeping bag. Sumin nodded slowly. Ethan embraced Sumin’s body, which was smaller than his, in a hug. Slowly, Sumin’s felt more warm; she comfortably leaned against Ethan’s broad chest and tried to close her eyes. But suddenly she felt a hard object touching her womanhood. She looked up to look at Ethan’s face, which turned red. “I swear, Sumin, I’m sorry.. It wasn’t on purpose.

“It’s okay.. Maybe because it’s cold,” Sumin replied with red cheeks as well.

“Y-yes.. Obviously.. It was cold, and there was a beautiful naked girl hugging me so.. Sorry..” Sumin buried her face in Ethan’s chest and blushed. “I won’t do anything to you, unless you let me.. So.. If you want me as I want you.. you may.. do something to me.”

Hearing that sentence, Sumin moved and pulled the edge of the sleeping bag up to cover her head. She could hear Ethan laughing and calling her adorable.

Sumin hugged Ethan’s waist again and buried her beautiful face in his neck. There was silence, only gentle strokes on her head and back. Comfortable. Pleasant. But Ethan’s cock is still hard, still standing upright even though Ethan hasn’t spoken for a while, maybe calming down so as not to be carried away by his desire.

Sumin put one leg up around Ethan’s waist, indirectly giving Ethan’s hard cock access to tuck right into her pussy. She could feel Ethan holding his breath.

“Sumin?” called Ethan.

“Mm? It’s cold,” she replied. It was cold, but that wasn’t what Sumin really wanted.

“Do you want to try it?” Not answering, Sumin just gave a small nod, letting Ethan cheer in the day. “I’ll be slow; tell me if you want to stop. I’m not forcing you.”

Feeling he had permission, Ethan’s one hand that had been wrapped around her waist now began to boldly rub Sumin’s thigh and then slowly move her waist up and down, giving a gentle friction to their bodies. Ethan lowered his head to give light kisses on Sumin’s neck and shoulder, then down to her chest and boldly kissed the top of her breast, making Sumin bite her lip while squeezing Ethan’s shoulder. She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of Ethan’s tongue moving around her cold, hardened nipples, and soon sucked gently. A sigh escaped Sumin’s lips when Ethan did the same to her other nipple, but his suction became stronger there.

“Ethan.. ahhh.. mmm..” Sumin couldn’t hold back her sigh because what Ethan was doing to her body was too much for her; just the suction on the top of her chest was making her wet. Damn it, she cursed.

“May I put my dick in?” There was nothing sweeter than that question, and Sumin nodded slowly. And slowly, Ethan makes Sumin lie down while he is on top of her, making Sumin’s face red because now Ethan is looking at her, not like a starving person but with a smile and then a peck on the lips. Crazy, he looks pro in Sumin’s mind; it seems like it is not his first time, but what the hell, Sumin likes his sweet treatment.

Sumin held her breath as Ethan’s slowly entered her, really slowly, and many times Ethan looked at Sumin’s face to see if she was in pain or not. Finally, with a single jerk, Ethan’s entered, fully fitting Sumin’s pussy.

Moans were heard, but out of embarrassment, Sumin immediately hugged Ethan’s body and hid her face, still too embarrassed to be honest that Ethan really made her feel good.

For God’s sake, Sumin also saw the reddish tinge on Ethan’s face, and soon the man began to move his waist slowly, very slowly, as if it might hurt Sumin. “Does it hurt?" He asked softly. Sumin shook her head. “If it hurts, tell me.” After that sentence, Ethan’s waist movements got faster and faster, making his whole body as well as Sumin's warmer.

“A-ahh… Ethan… nghhh…” Sumin’s moans became more uncontrollable; all her shyness and logic were gone; the only thing left was pleasure because Ethan was now stomping on her right at Sumin’s weakest point until she moaned even more crazily.

“Sumin ahh.. mmhh..” Sumin squeezed Ethan’s back, leaving strokes from her nails.

“Ethan.. again.. anghh…” hearing that Ethan precisely stomped on her favorite spot many times, roughly making Sumin look up with both eyes closed.

The man felt impatient; his movements had begun to be less gentle than before but still did not hurt, so Sumin did not protest much, letting the man warm their bodies with this activity.

Sumin’s legs wrapped around Ethan’s waist until Ethan’s went deeper. Making her womanly walls twitch and massage Ethan’s firmly.

Ethan thrust into her again quickly and deeply, making her moan in pleasure even though her back was covered in scratches. In one last stroke, both of them reached their release simultaneously, accompanied by a groan of relief.

”Ethan..” Sumin whispered amidst her unsteady breathing.

”What’s wrong? Does it hurt?” Ethan asked while rubbing Sumin’s hair and then kissing her lips once. ”Uh.. sorry, I got carried away..”

Sumin smiled, then one hand tucked behind Ethan’s nape and pushed him closer. She could feel Ethan smiling between their kisses. Sweet. Maybe that’s why Sumin kept sucking Ethan’s lower lip as if it were her favorite candy. While Ethan was busy with Sumin’s upper lip, they deepened the kiss.

”I’ll count to 10 if you two don’t come out of the tent, and I’ll report that both of you are committing perversion on the mountain.”

Sumin and Ethan panicked as they both hurriedly picked up clothes that were not fully dry and put them back on, while in the front, Sieun’s voice was heard counting to five.

”Nine… ten. Come out, or I’ll break the tent.”

Ethan came out in a hurry while putting on his jacket and smiled at Sumin’s classmate.

”Your shirt is backwards, Ethan,” Sieun looking at her friend. Sumin and Ethan exchanged glances, and then both looked down in embarrassment over what had just happened.

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tyun4airy · 2 months

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— YOU DON'T GO TO PARTIES

yu jimin (aespa) x gn!reader

genre: hurt/comfort

summary: after breaking up, jimin regrets it as soon as she notices you not being around anymore, realizing just how much she loved you. now, she's trying to get you back by showing up at your door at five in the morning

warnings: language, exes to lovers trope, non idol!karina

wc: 1.1 k

aespa masterlist | main masterlist

posting this while i work on my first req, i hope you guys enjoy! i'm a bit rusty

it was roughly five in the morning when your phone pinged with a text message lighting up the screen, making you open your eyes and groan slightly. you couldn't imagine who would be texting you at this hour unless it was your boss asking you to come in, and you reluctantly grabbed your phone and looked at it.

hey

that was it? you rubbed your eyes of your tiredness and looked at it again, making sure you were reading it right. that was all she had to say after breaking up? you don't even understand why she was awake right now. your fingers hovered above the keyboard as you thought about what to do. she hadn't texted you in months, and now suddenly at five in the morning she is? something was off. just as you were about to turn off your phone, the typing box on her side popped up again, making you stop.

i miss you

god damnit. you sighed and rubbed your hands over your face. what was this game she's playing with you? part of you didn't want to know. yet, you responded.

go to sleep, jimin.

you put your phone down and immediately sighed again when you heard the ding. you couldn't believe you responded, likely just falling into the trap, but you couldn't help it. even if you two weren't together anymore, you still loved her. you looked at your phone and your eyes widened at the message.

can you let me in? i’m outside

“jesus christ,” you groaned.

you climbed out of your bed and walked to your front door, pausing for a moment before unlocking and opening the door.

there stood yu jimin, your ex-girlfriend with a convenience store bag in one hand, and flowers in the other hand. she had a nervous smile on her face as she looked back at you. “uh, surprise,” she said, waving her hands a little.

“do you know how early it is?” you sighed, leaning against the door. “why are you here?”

“well, uh, if you want me to be honest i don't really know,” she chuckled anxiously. “i just…i know i messed up. i messed up big time and lost you because of it. but, if you're willing to give me a second chance then here are flowers and your favorite snacks and drink,” she explained, holding up both the flowers and bag at the end.

you could tell by the expression on her face that she was being genuine, and while you wanted to say no, you ended up nodding your head and opening the door wider. “you're lucky.”

immediately jimin’s face lit up into a bright smile and she scurried inside the apartment, letting you close the door behind her. “thank you thank you thank you,” she said, quickly pecking your lips each time she said it.

while you tried to stop a smile from forming on your face, it ended up happening anyway and you let out a quiet chuckle. “don't thank me,” you said, shaking your head. “though, now that you've woken me up you have to try and keep me awake. it's one of my few days off.”

“i picked a good day, then!” jimin replied with a smile. she put the bag and flowers down on your coffee table before walking back over to you, her arms hooking around your neck. “i missed you,” she pouted. “i was worried you wouldn't respond. it would've been really embarrassing standing in front of your door and you never opening it.”

“i missed you too,” you responded, your arms subconsciously wrapping around her waist. “but you know i wouldn't leave you outside in the cold, even if i hate you, i wouldn't. you're just lucky i could never stop loving you. even though you broke up with me.”

“okay it was a not so smart decision on my part, yes. but, it’s not like you really put in an effort to keep it together,” she said, one of her hands playing with your hair.

“then why haven’t you texted me for months?” you questioned.

“well,” she paused for a moment. “i honestly thought you hated me. i know it was sudden and out of nowhere and i’m sorry for whatever i put you through by putting that on you randomly, so i didn’t want to try texting and you block me. then i would’ve shown up here literally out of nowhere, that would’ve been bad.”

“hated you?” you asked. “i may have been upset, but i would always answer your texts either way. i can’t hate you.”

“well i didn’t know that!” jimin whined. “i’ve never tried texting an ex of mine before but i couldn’t sleep and decided if i texted you now months later you might not be mad anymore.” she pouted up at you.

“well, that was easy considering i never hated you,” you laughed lightly, poking her cheek. “but seriously, i missed you really bad if i didn’t say that already.”

“i think we’ve said it at least flour times now,” she giggled. “i’m glad you didn’t get with someone else.”

“to be fair, i told people i was still with you,” you admitted, glancing away from her.

“oh thank god!” she exclaimed, making you look at her confused. “i did the same thing, but it was hard lying to the girls, they were adamant that i wasn’t telling the truth.”

you let out a laugh and nodded. “well, now it’ll be easier because you won’t have to lie.”

“does this mean we’re officially back together?” jimin asked with hope and a smile on her face.

you nodded again. “i would like to say so, yes,” you answered.

immediately after your words her face lit up, her smile turning into a grin as she kissed you all over your face, mumbling little “thank you’s” and “you won’t regret it” after each small kiss. a few short laughs came from you at her mannerisms and you smiled down at her.

“i love you,” you told her, kissing her forehead.

“i love you too,” she smiled back at you.

“now, since i’m completely awake, i’ll make something to eat,” you said, patting her head gently.

“oh how i’ve missed real food,” she replied with a quiet chuckle.

“i know,” you nodded with a laugh. “you wanna help?”

“i think we both know it wouldn’t end well if i tried.”

“...that’s true.”

#kpop x reader #kpop gg x reader #gg x reader #aespa x reader #karina x reader #yu jimin x reader #aespa scenarios #aespa imagines #karina scenarios #karina imagines

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ihrtsevyn · 2 months

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— LE SSERAFIM HEADCANONS🫧 | 001.

GENRE fluff, headcanons

SYNOPSIS habits of the le sserafim members when they have a crush on you <3

WARNINGS no specific gender, no smut or suggestive content of any kind, lowercase intended.

WC 791

masterlist | main page <3

. . . SAKURA (사쿠라)

i. gravitates towards you. in a room full of hundreds of people, sakura will easily spot you within seconds. as soon as you walk into a party, sakura will be by your side in seconds. she says it's fate with how easily she's drawn to you, you roll your eyes every time thinking she's just being playful not knowing that she means every flirty compliment and heartfelt confession. ii. gives you gifts. she puts her crocheting skills to use any time she has free time. she's made hats for her friends but she goes all out for you. learning new patterns and getting different yarns to build you anything you desire. she'll make little stuffed animals for you and in secret keep a matching one, she'll craft cute tops that compliment your frame, and even make you small trinkets you can put as decoration in your room!

. . . CHAEWON (김채원)

i. gets easily jealous. she hates the feeling she gets when someone is hogging all of your attention, making you laugh so hard that you're clutching your stomach in pain, your smile so wide that it almost reaches your ears, and your eyes staring so fondly at another. all of that should be towards her, and chaewon can't stand the fact that another person can get that reaction out of you. she'll play off her jealousy usually by saying something like "y/n, you still love me right?" with a pout. after your bits of reassurance she becomes less jealous and more so clingy, it's a repeating cycle. ii. can't keep her eyes off of you. she finds her eyes traveling back to your figure more often than normal. she keeps a watchful eye out for you, ready to drag you away from any uncomfortable situation you might've gotten thrown into. she can't help the adoring smile that comes across her face when she sees you do something even remotely endearing to her, your smile and simple mannerism all reminders of why she likes you so much.

. . . YUNJIN (허윤진)

i. sends pictures/videos of things that remind her of you. throughout your day you'll randomly get photos or small clips of things that remind yunjin of you. sometimes it'll be a quick video of a red panda eating bamboo, or a picture of a hairless cat in a turtleneck. it really depends on what mood she's in! ii. calls you nicknames. her nicknames can range from simple pet names like 'babe', 'baby', and 'sweetie' but as time goes on and you get more comfortable with each other she'll start calling you annoyingly sweet names like 'muffin', 'gumdrop', and 'kitty'. she loves how you physically recoil in disgust as soon as those words leave her lips. she'll laugh off your disgust but in her mind she's wishing with crossed fingers that you'll give her a chance.

. . . KAZUHA (카즈하)

i. she can't keep eye-contact with you. she's not someone that usually struggles with eye-contact but she finds it extra hard to look you in the eye, and for a long while she didn't know why. instead of staring into your alluring eyes that make the tips of her ears turn red and burn in embarrassment, she trails her eyes all over your face. looking at your eyebrows, cheekbones, lips, and nose, all to avoid the painful butterflies that swarm in her stomach when your soft gaze meets hers. ii. asks about you. to get closer to you she'll ask your closest friends/family members about you. she'll bring up your favorite musical artist, or a tv show you just started watching in a nonchalant way just to get a conversation started. nothing could mask the adoration that coats her face when your eyes light up with excitement at the mention of one of your favorite things.

. . . EUNCHAE (은채)

i. teases you the most. if eunchae finds herself with a crush on you, you'll be subjected to a lot of her teasing. it's never harsh in nature and it's a lot more flirty if anything. she'll gently push you away from her if you get too close, falsely claiming that the reason she did so was because she didn't want you next to her but in reality it was because your close proximity made her heart rate speed up with reddening ears. ii. holds your hand. she always has some intricate excuse to hold your hand. whether it be to look at any new formed callouses, or because she didn't want to lose you in a crowd! she'll make fun of you for thinking it was anything more than what she claimed it to be, although you both know there's no reason for her to hold your hand as much as she does.

#le sserafim x reader #le sserafim #kpop gg x reader #le sserafim texts #le sserafim headcanon #le sserafim fic #yunjin le sserafim #sakura le sserafim #eunchae le sserafim #chaewon le sserafim #kazuha le sserafim #sakura x reader #eunchae x reader #chaewon x reader #kazuha x reader #le sserafim x fem reader #le sserafim fluff #huh yunjin x reader

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airaibunny · 9 months

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miyeon x reader - “the idea of her” (warnings: fluff, kissing, nudity)

a/n: BLONDE MIYEON APPRECIATION! this is literally an adaptation of a chapter story i had in my notes app😭 i haven’t the slightest clue if miyeon can drive, but pretend she can. i also do not know how gidle’s dorm situation works, once again, just pretend i’m right.

IM SORRY FOR LYING, I KNOW I SAID I WOULD WRITE THE ‘DO NOT TOUCH’ MINA SMUT NEXT, BUT THIS JUST POPPED INTO MY HEAD AND I HAD TO.

anyway, hope you enjoy pooks😭

word count: 1.3k

"y/n."

"y/n!"

"Y/N?!"

you barely register yuqi calling you as you’re zoning out. you’re at a fansign and should be paying attention to the fans, but you just can’t help being completely enraptured with her.

everything from her gorgeous blonde hair to the way her eyes squint when she smiles has you completely smitten. you’ve been in the same group for years and you’ve felt this way from the very beginning. you’re sure nobody can notice how you feel though, or at least you hope so for the sake of your career. if you’re wrong, cho miyeon might be the reason for your untimely expulsion.

"y/n? are you there? we’re leaving." yuqi waves a hand in front of your face and pulls you out of your chair before you can react. you finally notice everyone packing up around you. maybe you zoned out a bit too hard.

"oh, okay." you simply follow yuqi as she pulls your hand and walks you to the car. the entire way there you’re looking around for miyeon, but she’s nowhere to be seen. once you get to the car, yuqi practically throws you inside and you bump into shuhua.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” of course shuhua being shuhua starts yelling and whining at you. “I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING, YUQI THREW ME!” shuhua shifts her anger towards yuqi, shouting at her instead.

“oh sorry, i didn’t realize i was in your way, BITCH!" she rubs her arm where you bumped into her and then does the same to you. "you’re the bitch, STOP YELLING!" shuhua stops rubbing your arm and fully turns to the passenger seat where yuqi is. “how the fuck are you going to tell me to stop yelling WHILE YOU’RE YELLING?!”

just as shuhua is finishing her sentence, miyeon gets in the drivers seat of the car.

“oh my god, both of you shut up. i can hear you from outside.”

she isn’t even talking to you, but you halt your breathing unconsciously. fuck, how is she so devine? you’re sitting in the backseat opposite to the drivers seat, so you have a perfect view of her.

“minnie and soyeon are driving back in the other car, does anyone want to switch cars to even it out?”

yuqi immediately storms out of the car and slams the door behind her. shuhua scoffs in response. them arguing is normal, you’re sure they’ll be completely fine as soon as you get home.

“now i feel lonely, someone come sit up here.” shuhua doesn’t react, so you’re guessing she doesn’t want to move. you take advantage of the opportunity and go sit bedside miyeon. she smiles when you sit and your eyes widen, she’s just so incredible.

once you’re on the road, you put headphones in and sneakily stare a miyeon every now and then. a few more minutes into the drive, you feel her hand land on your thigh. you tense at the feeling, but continue facing forward. you all have little to no boundaries with each other, miyeon doing this is not new. nevertheless, her touch quickens your heartbeat immensely.

you fiercely wish you could tell her how you feel. she’s never explicitly told you she doesn’t like girls, so a relationship with her is plausible. be that as it may, you have no clue if she likes you.

you finally arrive at the dorms and follow miyeon around while she grabs things from the trunk and walks upstairs. you practically attach yourself to her every chance you get.

you walk through the front door and flop down on the couch, watching as miyeon walks around trying to tidy things up before bed. you don’t realize that you’re dozing off until someone pats your upper back, softly whispering to you.

“hey, let’s go to bed.”

you slightly open your eyes to see miyeon kneeling in front of your face, smiling at you. you stand and she takes your hand, holding it all the way to her room. you’re hesitant to go in because you don’t normally sleep with miyeon, you share a room with shuhua.

“oh, right. yuqi and shuhua are over their little fight as usual so yuqi went to sleep in your room, they kind of kicked you out.”

“oh.”

you try hiding your excitement as you completely walk into the room. this doesn’t happen often, but you love when it does. you delight in falling asleep next to miyeon, even if she’s in a completely different bed.

“oh shit, i didn’t think to grab your pijamas before they fell asleep. you can just wear mine.”

she picks random clothes from her closet and hands them to you. she also picks some for herself and begins undressing. you get extremely flustered. even after all this time changing together for music shows and photo shoots and whatnot, you still can’t handle seeing her naked. when it’s any of the others, you’re not fazed at all, it’s only her.

she finishes changing and looks your way, rolling her eyes. “change! i don’t want you to fall asleep in those clothes.” she walks outside to do something and leaves you alone in the room. you try changing, but fall back on the bed instead. you’re so tired, you start to doze off again.

you fall asleep and awake a few minutes later to miyeon pulling your shirt off. you nearly die in that instant.

holy fuck.

“i told you to change.”

she completely takes your shirt off and throws it aside, turning back to you. her face is centimeters away from yours. so close that one rough move would make your lips touch.

you feel a sudden rush of adrenaline and lean into her without thinking. you immediately pull back, slapping a hand over your lips.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to.”

she’s frozen for a few seconds. you curse yourself as you feel tears forming in your eyes. why would you do that? that was so reckless. what if you just ruined your friendship with her?

“miyeon, i’m so sorry.”

she puts a hand on your cheek, bringing you in for a kiss. you swear you can feel every single thing on your mind fade away. the only feeling you’re aware of in this moment is her lips on yours. they’re warm and soft, just like you imagined.

“don’t apologize.”

she whispers against you lips with a smile. you pull her back in, deepening the kiss. you know it’s cliché, but you wish you could stay here forever. you part her lips with your tongue, gently pushing it inside her mouth. she giggles at your excitement, letting you take control of the kiss.

“how long have you been holding that in?”

she taunts as she pulls away, placing her hand on your thigh. “i don’t know.” she chuckles at you. “wanna know how long i’ve been holding it in?” your cheeks redden at her question. she’s liked you this entire time. why didn’t you do something sooner?!

“a very long time.” she leans in for another quick kiss before completely laying down on the bed. “finish changing and come cuddle with me.” you hop up and tear all of your clothes off, putting on your pijamas as quickly as you can.

“you’re so cute.” you hear her remark as you’re struggling to put your shorts on. as soon as you’re done, you jump back into bed, wrapping around her like a sloth. you plant kisses all over her face as she smiles, you just can’t contain yourself. you can’t fathom that she actually likes you. the girl you’ve been completely whipped for all this time actually likes you.

she pushes your hair out of you face, running her fingers through it.

“miyeon?” you ask while looking into her eyes. “yes?” she responds, still playing with your hair. “what are we now?” she kisses you again, bringing you closer to her chest.

“whatever you want us to be, pretty girl.”

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d4yd4iry · 12 days

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You

-pt.2 of Crush

Parings: Pham Hanni x fem!reader

Synopsis: you like her, just her…

Genre: Idol au, fluff

“Okay, so unnie listen carefully okay?” Hanni grinned as she nodded at your serious face. Gosh if she weren’t on face time she would be rolling off her bed. You were so cute.

“You know how my schedule has been really packed so I don’t really have time to hangout at the company and like socialize with other idols right?” You waited until Hanni nodded before continuing. “Yeah so, I decided to chill there for a while with my members because we had a free schedule the whole morning…” you continued to rambled but Hanni wasn’t listening, she was only looking at you.

Looking at how your eyes furrowed when you acted confused, or how you slightly pouted when you noticed she wasn’t listening. “Unnie, are you even listening?” Hanni shook her head. “I’m listening, go on.” You raised your eyebrows at her, totally not convinced but chose to continue anyways.

“Okay, so you know that time when I accidentally said that I had a few crushes on a few idols on live right?” Hanni suddenly felt like not listening anymore. She remembered that era of time when you would come to their dorm just to gush to her about your crushes. Let’s say Hanni wasn’t very happy about that.

“They approached me…” You paused to look if she was paying attention, she was.

“And suddenly said that they liked me at the same tim-“ You didn’t get to finish as Hanni interrupted, furrowing her eyebrows she tilted her head. “Like? As in Like-Like?” The bitter taste of jealousy hits her tongue after you nodded.

“And? What did you say?” Hanni felt stiff throughout her whole body, she did not like it one bit but she needed to know more.

“Well…nothing I just stared at them and then my manager came in and saved the day. It’s the reason why I called you, I want advice!” You twirled your hair, giggling like a school girl in love.

“Advice for what?” Hanni asked as her lips grew a pout. Why’d you have to tell her that.

“For what I should do?” You asked, frowning a bit when you noticed that she looked like a child whose lollipop was snatched away.

“I don’t know…” Hanni’s voice trailed off as she glanced away from your pretty face to her freshly painted nails. “Do you like them like that? Any of them?”

“I’m not sure of my feelings…I guess it felt good when they told me they like me? Yeah, I just felt nice…whatever, I like someone else now but it’s not like I’m allowed to even if I wanted to” You shrugged carelessly, leaning back onto your pillow.

But Hanni wasn’t able to care less at all, she cared a lot. If you stopped liking them then who do you like now? Was it one of your members? Or that actress whom you’ve been hanging out with way too much lately. Hanni immediately felt even more bitter after thinking about that actress.

Okay, who ever it is, Hanni Pham desperately needed to know. “Who do you like?!” looking at you with desperate eyes.

“You.”

Hanni jaw dropped as she blinked rapidly, unsure that what she heard was what it was. Even you were surprised by your own words but before any of you could utter a word, you could see from Hanni’s phone that your sister had just entered her room.

As they always say, life is full of interruptions.

“What are you doing?” Minji’s head appeared behind her door. “On video call with my baby sis again?”

Minji raised her brows when no one replied, she then swung the door fully open and walked inside of Hanni’s room, staring at her friend who was frozen in time. “Bro, we need to get to the company now.” then she faced your face through the iPhone screen, you too were quite.

Minji flickered her eyes between the two who were both still and faces were redder than the tomatoes Danielle ate daily. “These two…”Minji shook her head before picking up Hanni’s phone from the desk and bid goodbye to you before leaving the call.

“Han, get it together before I release those love songs you wrote to my baby sis.” Seeing as Hanni won’t respond Minji sighed before punching her arm and then left, leaving Hanni alone.

“She likes me…” Hanni said in a low voice as she held her burning cheeks with both hands. “Yn likes me.” her cheeks hurts from smiling to hard.

#newjeans imagines #newjeans scenarios #newjeans x reader #idol x reader #kpop gg x reader #pham hanni x reader #hanni x reader

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cosmons · 5 months

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push&pull - Pham Hanni (smau)

non!idol fem! reader x non!idol hanni

synopsis: the love you give scares her, she pushes and pulls you in the next. she loves you but why does she keep treating you like a stranger? It doesn’t make sense.

warnings: swear words, kys jokes, drama (duh), mentions of cheating, lowkey a toxic relationship if we’re being honest, dumbass humor, probably lots of heartbreaks, mentions of homophobia, I’ll add more later

genre: angst angst angst & fluff

featuring: mainly nwjns focused

update schedule: whenever I’m free from the shackles of school

a/n: sorry for discontinuing mtaf guys… this is my apology smau 👩‍🦯 also sorry for another shitty ass cover I have no photo editing skills

INTRODUCTIONS- do you… | | …love me?

CHAPTERS-

coming sooooooooon ….

Taglist (open !! Lmk if you wanna be added)-

#newjeans x reader #newjeans imagines #kpop #newjeans #wlw #hanni pham #pham hanni #hanni x reader #newjeans scenarios #newjeans smau #newjeans fanfic #kpop imagines #kpop smau #minji x reader #haerin x reader #danielle x reader #kpop gg x reader #kpopgg

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cherubiyeon · 9 months

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kiss goodnight | newjeans danielle marsh x gender neutral reader

the three times danielle wondered about the collision of your lips against hers, and that one time she made it real.

✩ warnings. non!idol au, high school!au, established relationship, heavy fluff, mentions of food, tad bit of jealous danielle

✩ word count. ~4.5k words

✩ playing. kiss goodnight [i don't know how but they found me]

as the school's annual cherry blossom festival embraced the campus in a tender embrace of pink petals, y/n and danielle strolled hand in hand through the enchanting scene. laughter, music, and the sweet scent of blossoms drifted through the air, setting the stage for a day of joy and connection.

y/n's laughter was a melody that resonated in the air, and danielle found herself captivated by the way y/n's eyes lit up like stars on a clear night. their fingers intertwined, the world around them seemed to fade, leaving only the warmth of each other's presence. the soft petals rained down, brushing against their skin like the gentlest caress.

y/n's eyes lit up with the kind of excitement that could rival a child's on christmas morning. with a gentle nudge, they pointed out another stall adorned with an assortment of colorful trinkets. "oh, look at that one! they have those adorable handmade keychains i told you about."

danielle's laughter bubbled forth, a symphony of joy that painted the air with warmth. "you and your keychains," she remarked, her voice a comforting embrace. "is there any festival you've attended where you haven't scoured every nook and cranny for them?"

y/n's grin stretched from ear to ear, a radiant display of their uncontainable delight. "nope," they admitted, their eyes twinkling with mirth. "not a single one. keychains are my ultimate weakness; i can't resist their charm."

a sea of vibrant keychains lay before them, each one capturing a different shade of their shared day. as their fingers brushed against one another, an electric warmth sparked between them, leaving a lingering sensation that buzzed like a whispered secret.

with each new keychain, y/n's excitement was palpable, their joy like a magnet that drew danielle closer. "hey, look at this one!" they exclaimed, their voice laced with an enthusiasm that was positively contagious. in their hand dangled a keychain shaped like a delicate cherry blossom, a nod to the very festival that surrounded them. "it's like a souvenir from today."

danielle leaned in, her shoulder grazing y/n's as they examined the tiny trinket. "it's cute, just like you," she whispered, her words carrying a warmth that transcended the playful banter.

a hint of pink tinged y/n's cheeks, like the blush of dawn spreading across the horizon. their eyes shimmered with unfiltered delight, a telltale sign of the happiness that danced just beneath the surface. "are you trying to make me blush?" they teased, their voice light as a feather.

danielle's laughter was a soft echo of the love that filled her heart. "maybe. but it's the truth." with a tender smile, she allowed herself to bask in the moment, her heart swelling with the simplicity of their connection. in these exchanges, in the brush of their fingers and the laughter they shared, she found a world where they could just be—where they could create memories as delicate and cherished as the blossoms that surrounded them.

y/n's eyes widened as they spotted a stall adorned with a colorful array of mouthwatering treats. "oh, look over there!" they exclaimed, pointing while grinning at danielle. "they've got an amazing selection of food. i've heard their caramel-glazed pastries are to die for."

danielle's curiosity was piqued, and a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "caramel, huh? well, we definitely can't miss out on that."

they weaved their way through the crowd, finally reaching the stall that promised a taste of heaven. the intoxicating aroma of various dishes filled the air, mingling with the delicate smell of cherry blossoms. danielle's eyes scanned the choices, her mouth watering at the thought of savoring something sweet.

after a brief discussion, they settled on a platter of the much-anticipated caramel-glazed pastries. as danielle handed over the coins and received the plate in return, she couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in her chest as y/n pulls her by the wrist to a bench.

sitting at a nearby bench, they shared the platter between them, their fingers brushing as they passed it back and forth. as y/n took a bite, a small glint of mischief danced in danielle's eyes. she watched with careful observation, the corner of her lips twitching into a knowing smile.

the delicate caramel glaze clung to y/n's lips, glistening like liquid gold under the sunlight. the sight transfixed danielle, her eyes tracing the curve of y/n's mouth, a tiny detail that melted danielle's heart the way the caramel pastry melted on y/n's tongue.

unseen by anyone but herself, danielle froze in place, her very being tethered to the image before her. her mind spun like a whirlwind, thoughts colliding in a delightful chaos. it was a sight so simple yet utterly captivating—a single moment that held the potential to change everything.

the idea bloomed within her mind like a flower in spring, a thought so vivid and captivating that it took her breath away. she imagined what it would be like to lean in, to bridge the space between them, and let their lips meet in a tender, stolen kiss—a kiss that would taste like the sweetness of the festival itself.

in an instant, the world around her blurred as her thoughts were consumed by a single, captivating idea—kissing y/n right there, under the blossoms, amidst the beauty of the festival. the image played out like a vivid dream, their lips meeting in a tender, stolen kiss that held all the unspoken affection between them.

with a deep breath, she inched closer, her heart urging her to seize the moment, to let her feelings be known. but just as she leaned in, her courage faltered. the vision of kissing y/n was electrifying, but it was also daunting, a step into the unknown.

in a sudden burst of nervous energy, she reached out, her fingers brushing against y/n's lips as she gently wiped away the lingering glaze. it was a fleeting touch, but it spoke volumes—a gesture that held a truth she wasn't yet ready to vocalize.

y/n blinked, the moment catching them off guard, confusion briefly clouding their eyes. "did i get something on my lips?" they asked, a touch of innocence in their voice.

danielle's heart raced, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush. she managed a small, awkward smile, her words coming out in a gentle stumble. "uh, yeah, just a little glaze. don't want you walking around with caramel lips."

y/n's brow furrowed in confusion, their eyes widening when danielle's thumb brushed against the corner of their mouth, sweeping away the lingering glaze. as danielle leaned back, she couldn't help but admire the way y/n's lips glistened, like a promise waiting to be fulfilled.

"thanks," y/n said, their voice soft as their gaze met danielle's. there was a certain tenderness in their expression, a silent connection that seemed to bridge the gap between them.

the spell of the moment was broken, but danielle's heart still raced with the truth that lingered in the air. she had come so close to bridging that gap, to making her feelings known, but the words had escaped her.

but as swiftly as the idea had taken root, reality snapped back into place. y/n's voice, like a gentle breeze, carried through the air, their excitement contagious. "hey, have you seen that stall over there? let's go check it out!"

danielle blinked, the spell of her thoughts broken by the smile that appeared on y/n's lips. she managed to summon a smile, her heart a tumultuous sea of emotions. "sure thing," she replied, her voice carrying a touch of warmth that was reserved just for y/n.

as they wandered between the stalls, y/n remained oblivious to the whirlwind of thoughts in danielle's mind, the tender excitement that hung in the air like a shared secret. amidst the fluttering cherry blossoms, danielle found herself wondering if, perhaps, those petals might someday hold the memory of the first kiss she had dreamt of—a kiss that would mark the start of their beautiful journey, wrapped in the gentle embrace of the blossoms that had witnessed it all.

in the cozy home economics classroom, y/n and minji, a fellow classmate, found themselves in tandem, embarking on a baking adventure. together at a table adorned with ingredients, their movements seemed to synchronize effortlessly. across from them, danielle had been paired with another student, but her eyes involuntarily wandered to y/n and minji now and then.

from her seat at the neighboring table, danielle couldn't resist stealing glances in their direction, a gentle tinge of envy brushing her heart. however, she didn't allow this emotion to disrupt her own partnership. she shared smiles with her partner and made sure they stayed on track with their own batch of cookies.

as the inviting scent of baked treats filled the air, minji's methodical approach stood out. her actions flowed like a practiced dance, each move purposeful and precise. "y/n, could you grab the chocolate chips?" minji's request held an unwavering focus, as if she was conducting a culinary orchestra.

y/n, always eager to contribute, swiftly rose from their chair and headed to the designated cupboard. however, a moment of confusion befell them as they discovered the cupboard was surprisingly bare. a flicker of concern crossed their face as they turned back to minji, a hint of uncertainty shadowing their expression.

unbeknownst to y/n, danielle caught the fleeting worry in their eyes. with a subtle gesture, she reached into her own stash, retrieving a small container of chocolate chips, and subtly slid it towards y/n, all while pretending to adjust her apron.

minji glanced up, a hint of bemusement playing on her features. "what's taking so long, y/n?"

y/n's voice trembled slightly as they managed a sheepish grin. "looks like we're out of chocolate chips, minji."

minji's eyebrows arched, a mix of surprise and consideration evident. she was just about to suggest an alternative when y/n's face lit up with realization. they turned back to the cupboard, spotting the small container of chocolate chips that danielle had cleverly provided.

regaining their confidence, y/n retrieved the chocolate chips and returned to their spot, a renewed sense of assurance in their demeanor. "found them!"

a half-smile tugged at the corner of minji's lips, a blend of amusement and intrigue gleaming in her eyes. "resourceful move, y/n. nice save."

"maybe i need glasses, huh?" the playful jest was their way of brushing off any embarrassment, fostering a sense of togetherness that seemed woven into the very essence of the room.

back to danielle, she found herself chuckling as she overheard a particularly amusing remark from y/n and minji's lively conversation. their banter was a melody that filled the room, and danielle couldn't help but be captivated by the way y/n's laughter danced in the air.

continuing to work on their own batch of cookies, danielle and her partner shared a bond of their own, but her attention kept drifting to y/n, like a magnet drawn to their energy. her eyes followed y/n's every move, her heart warming at the sight of y/n's enthusiasm.

but then, as if on cue, y/n performed a seemingly ordinary action that ignited an extraordinary reaction within danielle. the sight of y/n delicately licking a bit of frosting off their finger had an unexpectedly profound impact on her. it was a gesture that held a tenderness and vulnerability that resonated deeply within danielle's heart. as she watched, time seemed to slow, and the world around her dimmed in comparison to the ethereal image before her.

in that fleeting moment, danielle's mind embarked on a journey of its own. memories intertwined with dreams, and she found herself vividly recalling the day they had spent together amidst the cherry blossoms. the memory of y/n's laughter, the soft breeze that carried the delicate scent of petals, and the way y/n's eyes had shimmered with an iridescent warmth—all of it rushed back to her like a cherished melody.

during that date, as y/n had bitten into a delectable dessert, leaving a delicate glaze on their lips, danielle had experienced a similar sensation. the sight had kindled a fire of curiosity and desire within her, and her thoughts had wandered to the taste of those lips—the lips that now bore a trace of frosting.

caught between the present and the past, danielle felt the warmth of y/n's presence wrap around her like a cozy blanket. it was a feeling she couldn't quite put into words, a sensation that whispered of the beginnings of something extraordinary.

in the midst of her reverie, danielle's fingers slipped, and a bit more sugar than intended found its way into the mix. the sound of her partner's amused chuckle snapped her back to reality, and she offered an apologetic smile. "guess my mind wandered a bit," she confessed, laughter dancing in her eyes.

as she continued to work on their cookies, danielle couldn't help but steal glances at y/n every now and then. she had a feeling that this day would be etched in her memory, just like the cherry blossom festival had been—a series of moments that pushes her to have the courage to maybe, just maybe— feel your lips against hers.

in the serene ambiance of the school library, y/n and danielle found themselves immersed in a world of hushed conversations and the soft rustling of pages. y/n's animated voice danced through the air as they shared the latest gossip, their words a tapestry of intrigue and amusement.

"and you won't believe what happened next," y/n exclaimed, leaning in close to danielle, their faces just inches apart. "hyejin actually confronted him about the rumor, right there in the cafeteria!"

danielle's lips curved into a smile as she leaned in slightly, captivated by the story unfolding before her. "no way! what did jiwon say?"

y/n's eyes sparkled with mischief, their voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "well, he turned all shades of red, stuttered for a bit, and then finally admitted that the rumor was true!"

danielle's laughter mingled with y/n's, the shared amusement creating an unspoken connection between them. "oh my gosh, that's insane!"

y/n's voice was a captivating melody, each word crafting an image of the gossip they were sharing. however, as their tale swirled through the air, the resonance of their voice faded for danielle, her gaze gravitating toward the delicate curve of y/n's lips. thoughts of her own little thoughts flickered to life, painting her lips with a shy, unspoken smile that only she could understand.

while the gossip y/n recounted held its own allure, it became background noise to the symphony of emotions coursing through danielle's mind. the flutter of her heart, the warmth that seemed to emanate from within—it all centered around the idea of y/n's lips meeting her own in a soft, stolen kiss.

"can you believe that?" y/n's voice brought danielle back to the present, the story now complete. "and i thought it was just a stupid rumor!"

danielle found herself caught in a tender reverie as she watched y/n laugh to herself. she imagined what it would be like to bridge the small gap between them, to let her fingers brush against y/n's cheek before their lips met in a delicate, stolen kiss. it was a dream she had indulged in more times than she could count, a fantasy that warmed her heart whenever it resurfaced.

with a self-deprecating chuckle, y/n confessed, "well, that's probably more interesting than the history notes i'm supposed to be reading."

danielle's laughter joined y/n's, a warm resonance that carried a shared understanding. "i'd say that's a good break from studying. but you still have time to refocus, don't worry."

y/n nodded, determination shining in their eyes, accompanied by a hint of blush. "you're right. i need to get back to actually studying. thanks for being my break, though."

between y/n's nod of determination and their admission of being sidetracked by the story, danielle felt her heart flutter in the most delightful way. it was the effect of being so close to y/n, their shared laughter and intimate conversation weaving an invisible thread that tugged at her emotions.

reality gradually seeped back in as y/n's laughter fades to a face of realization. with a rueful smile, y/n admitted, "i got so caught up in that story that i haven't done any actual studying."

danielle chuckled softly, her gaze meeting y/n's with an understanding twinkle. "seriously? well, you should study now."

y/n nodded, their expression a mix of determination and mild embarrassment. "definitely. i should get back to studying before the next period starts."

as y/n returned to their books and notes, danielle felt a quiet sense of resolve settle within her. she watched y/n's profile, their concentration etched on their features, and made a promise to herself. the next time her mind wandered to the thought of kissing y/n, she wouldn't let it slip away. the courage she had been gathering would be put to good use, she determined, letting the anticipation of that next stolen moment fill her heart.

in the ambiance of danielle's room, the soft lamplight cast a gentle, golden glow that illuminated the space around them. amidst scattered textbooks and notes, the calmness of the moment was interrupted by the undeniable presence of y/n's sweet smile as they doodle on their notes. it was as if their smile was a ray of sunshine, capable of dispelling any shadows that lingered in the corners of the room. danielle couldn't help but feel drawn to that radiant warmth, her gaze involuntarily fixated on the curve of y/n's lips.

y/n's concern broke through the quietude, their voice a soft melody that seemed attuned to danielle's heart. "hey, everything okay?" they inquired, their brows furrowed with genuine worry. the question hung in the air like a delicate thread, tethering the two of them in a shared moment of concern.

she found herself reflexively denying any trouble, her words slipping out like an automatic response. "oh, it's nothing, really. just a bit... spaced out, i guess." danielle attempted a reassuring smile, but there was no masking the distant look that had clouded her eyes.

y/n's gaze held a mixture of skepticism and care, their perceptive eyes seeming to unravel the layers she tried to hide. "spaced out?" they echoed, their voice a gentle prompt for her to elaborate.

with a faint chuckle, danielle shook her head, her tone a blend of bemusement and honesty. "yeah, i know, it sounds strange. i just can't seem to focus, even though i'm here to study."

a playful glint danced in y/n's eyes, a hint of mischief accompanied by a genuine smile. "i've got an idea," they announced, their voice carrying the suggestion like a gentle breeze that swayed the air around them. their gaze held a sense of playful challenge, as if they were extending an invitation into a world of shared secrets.

intrigued, danielle couldn't help but offer a quirk of her eyebrow. "oh? what kind of idea?"

y/n's smile widened, their tone a mixture of playfulness and excitement. "how about this: if you can manage to focus on studying for the next thirty minutes, there's a reward waiting for you."

'the proposal hung in the air like a secret shared between conspirators, igniting a spark of curiosity within danielle. the simplicity of the challenge stirred a sense of anticipation within her, a fluttering of excitement that settled in the pit of her stomach. could the reward be something more than what it seemed? the idea danced at the edge of her thoughts, teasing her with its possibility.

their shared laughter seemed to intertwine with the very air around them, forming an unspoken agreement that bound them in their shared endeavor. "you're on," danielle responded, her voice carrying a touch of determination, her mind already starting to race with anticipation.

y/n's eyes sparkled with approval, their gaze a reflection of their unwavering belief in her abilities. "i knew you'd be up for it." their words seemed to hold an additional layer of meaning, as if they were acknowledging the unspoken challenge that had been set between them. danielle's heart skipped a beat, wondering if the reward she hoped for was within reach.

determination surged within danielle, her fingers moving across the pages of her textbook with newfound purpose. she was resolute, her gaze steady as she immersed herself in the task at hand. throughout those minutes, she could feel the steady rhythm of her heartbeat, each passing second drawing her closer to the promise that awaited her.

as the minutes flowed by, danielle's concentration remained steadfast, but the magnetic pull of y/n's presence was inescapable. each stolen glance exchanged between them, each shared smile, felt like a secret communication that transcended words. it was a dance of souls, a silent dialogue that existed only in their shared moments, and with every stolen glance, the anticipation within danielle grew.

finally, the time was up, marked by the gentle chime of the clock. y/n's voice, like a soft whisper, broke through the serenity of the room. "danielle, close your eyes."

danielle's heartbeat quickened, her pulse becoming a thunderous rhythm in her ears. with her heart racing, she obediently closed her eyes, her other senses heightened in the absence of sight. she stayed perfectly still, every nerve on edge as she waited for the imminent collision of their lips.

y/n's hands gently found hers, fingers intertwining in a tender embrace. danielle's heart pounded even harder, the sensation of y/n's touch sending electrifying shivers down her spine. with each passing moment, her flustered state seemed to intensify, her emotions a tempest within her chest.

then, a small object was placed in the center of her hand. her fingers instinctively curled around it, her heart fluttering with uncertainty. what was it that y/n had given her? slowly, hesitantly, she opened her hand, her eyes still closed.

"tada!" y/n's voice was a playful exclamation, accompanied by the sound of their laughter. "open your eyes, danielle."

with a mixture of curiosity and a touch of trepidation, danielle's eyelids fluttered open. her gaze was met with the sight of her palm, and the small object nestled within. a candy—her favorite candy, to be precise. the sweetness of the gesture did not escape her, and she mustered a smile, albeit one that felt somewhat forced.

y/n's expression was a mixture of hope and enthusiasm, their eyes searching danielle's for a reaction. despite her racing heart and the whirlwind of emotions within her, danielle managed to respond, her voice gentle and grateful. "thank you, y/n."

y/n's gaze flickered toward the clock, their brows furrowing in realization that time had slipped away. the late hour was a reminder that responsibilities awaited outside of the cozy studying session they had experienced. "i should probably head home," they murmured, their voice tinged with reluctance.

as y/n began gathering their textbooks and belongings, danielle's gaze lingered on them, a soft sigh escaping her lips. her fingers absentmindedly unwrapped the candy y/n had given her, her thoughts churning in a sea of uncertainty. she was torn between the promise she had made to herself—to summon the courage for a kiss—and the fear that seemed to grip her heart whenever she considered crossing that boundary.

y/n's words continued to flow, a gentle stream of conversation that painted the room with familiarity. danielle watched, her thoughts a whirlwind of contemplation, as y/n shouldered their bag and prepared to leave. the "goodnight" that y/n offered seemed to hang in the air like a lingering melody.

but then, as y/n turned to walk away, an impulse surged within danielle. she couldn't let this opportunity slip away, not when her heart beat so loudly in her chest. "wait!" the word burst forth, a desperate plea that seemed to hang in the air.

y/n paused, their eyes widening with surprise and concern. before they could even utter a question, danielle's arms were around them, pulling them into a tight hug. the warmth of y/n's body pressed against hers, their heartbeats seemingly synchronized in that moment.

"i... i don't want to let this chance slip away," danielle's words tumbled out in a rush, her voice a mixture of vulnerability and determination. "i've been thinking about this for so long, and i've promised myself to be brave. y/n, i..." she hesitated for a split second, her heart racing as she forged ahead, "can we kiss... goodnight?"

in that charged moment, the weight of danielle's confession hung palpably in the air, each word carrying the depth of her emotions. the very air seemed to hold its breath, as if the room itself acknowledged the gravity of what was transpiring between them. it was as though the universe conspired to create a space for their truth to be shared.

y/n's eyes remained locked with danielle's, their gaze unwavering even as surprise and uncertainty danced within their depths. danielle could see the gears turning in y/n's mind, the whirlwind of thoughts and emotions that painted an intricate tapestry on their expressive face. she held her breath, her heartbeat a thunderous echo in her ears, as she awaited their response.

and then, like the gradual bloom of a flower bathed in sunlight, a slow, tender smile graced y/n's lips. it was a smile that seemed to radiate understanding and affection, a silent acknowledgment of the courage it took for danielle to bare her heart. their gaze softened, the walls that had once separated them now crumbling away to reveal a connection that had been quietly growing between them all along.

"i was hoping you'd ask," y/n's voice was a hushed whisper, a melodic admission that carried with it the warmth of their unspoken feelings. it was as if their words were a gentle embrace, encircling danielle's heart with the reassurance that she wasn't alone in her desires.

in that fleeting moment, the barriers that had held them back dissolved, and the distance that had once separated them felt like a trivial detail in the grand tapestry of their connection. danielle's heart swelled with a mixture of relief and exhilaration, her gaze locked with y/n's as if they were sharing an intimate secret that the world would never fully understand.

and then, as if guided by an invisible force that had been waiting for this very moment, their lips met in a kiss that felt like a revelation. it was a kiss that held the promise of all the unspoken words, all the stolen glances, and all the shared moments that had led them to this precipice. their lips moved against each other's with a tenderness that defied the weight of the world, a delicate dance that spoke of newfound intimacy.

as they pulled away, y/n's eyes sparkled with a mixture of affection and amusement. "worth the wait?" they teased.

danielle's cheeks flushed, and she nodded, her heart singing with newfound joy. "definitely."

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tzuyusluv · 9 months

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❥ Soft Things Twice Does

Nayeon

• On her private insta, she posts you to songs like Lover by Taylor Swift

• Has a special photo album just for pictures of you and you + her together

Jeongyeon

• When you wear skirts/shorts, she puts her jacket on your legs to cover you up so you don’t get cold

• Somehow always laughing around you?? Like you could glance at her and she bursts into laughter

Momo

• She bought matching shirts that you wear to bed constantly

• Has a hand on your waist, like how she did with sana on the talk that talk stage

Sana

• Always blows a kiss to you as a greeting or a goodbye

• When you buy a drink, she’ll taste it and then give you a kiss, so ‘you know exactly how it tastes’ even if it’s a drink you’ve been getting forever

Jihyo

• After you send her memes of herself, she’ll send you pictures of yourself when you roll your eyes or asleep as payback

• When you do dance battle’s together, sometimes she goes easy on you instead of putting her all into it

Mina

• Constantly smiling around you and when you ask her about it, she says that it’s impossible to frown around you because she loves you too much

• Her favorite memory of you two is you both underneath a cherry blossom tree playing the pocky game

Dahyun

• Teaches you how to play the piano by sitting behind you and pressing down the your fingers gently so you hit the keys

• Doing aeygo together and then cringing together at how cute it looks

Chaeyoung

• Encourages you whenever you feel nervous, sometimes giving you stickers that say ‘You got this!’ and it’s a little cat with a hat on

• Makes raps about you that say how she’d do anything for you and how she wants you by her side forever

Tzuyu

• Constantly taking pictures of you and changes them to her home screen whenever she’s on tour so that way when she falls asleep, you’re the first thing she sees and when she wakes up

• Takes you to Taiwan and shows you places like her old school, her childhood home and places she used to frequent

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patheticallyinfatuatedwithu · 3 months

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hello:) could i request a oneshot of new jeans' reaction to danielle being even more smiley and just so in love with her s/o? like disgustingly so

cuz i can just imagine danielle being the type of person who just wont shut up about the person they love😭

have a great day!!

take her away, marsh danielle

hanni groans in discomfort and annoyance, seeking her given break and slumping further into her beanbag as danielle's daily rambling about you continue to grow larger and longer, maturing disgustingly sweet with each and every word. "god i just love her so much and-"

"enough, please! i can't take it anymore! my single ears can't take this much torture! i know you love her so, so much but please, tone it down a little."

danielle only smiles at the older girl in response, far too enthused with the topic of her girlfriend. "i don't think i can even if i wanted to! she's just so, so, pretty. she's perfect! she's an angel sent from heaven just for me-"

a loud shriek threatened to escape hanni, the amount of sweetness danielle exuded was too much for her to handle at once, a choked groan leaving her lips the exact same moment haerin steps outside her room.

the cat-eyed girl stands awkwardly a few feet away from them, eyes flitting across hanni and danielle, an eyebrow raising at the scene. minji joins the three, but merely walks past haerin to fetch water.

hanni's eyes widen at the sight of haerin and minji, a wide smile beginning to tug at her lips. "oh my god-" she runs up to haerin and grabs her wrists, looking at her with wide, horrified eyes. "haerin, please, please, please take dani away. i beg of you."

the latter's eyes squint at the older idol, lost. "why?"

hanni turns her head around to glance at danielle — who sat quitely on the couch with a large smile comically, before looking back at haerin. "she's done nothing but yap about y/n for the past 40 minutes."

minji watched in amusement, sipping her water as she leaned the kitchen counter. "amateur. i had to sit through 2 hours of y/n's babbling nonsense about danielle when we went shopping because dani sent her a photo in her hoodie."

hanni's eyebrows twitch in annoyance, leering at the girl. "that's not-"

the dorm room opens and danielle's head snapped to the doorway the moment her girlfriend's grumbled response to hyein's dumb question registered in her head, jumping off the couch and practically throwing herself at her lover.

you stumble back a few steps, wrapping and arm around danielle's waist to keep her grounded and stable, dropping the shopping bags on the ground with a soft thud. hyein sighs.

"i missed you." danielle mumbled against the crook of your neck, head burrowed deep as her hands stroke through your hair.

"angel, i was only gone for almost an hour." you chuckle, pressing a kiss to danielle's head, unable to reach her face due to the hug.

"an hour's too long." you start to walk towards the living room, abandoning your shopping bags and sitting down on the couch, the fellow idol straddling you and refusing to let go.

you noticed that the other members retreated back into their rooms to give the two of you privacy (they just didn't want to witness your lovey dovey session), and you couldn't help your smile to grow wider.

"wait-" you reach down your pocket, struggling to fish the small box outlined by your pants. danielle gets the memo and moves to your right side, plopping on the couch and you sigh in appreciation.

you finally manage to take the small box out, and danielle notices that it's a jewellery box. her eyes shined.

"what is it?" she questioned, receiving her answer by you placing the box gently on her palm.

"open it."

"oh my god." she lit up like a thousand suns upon laying eyes on the golden ring, running her fingertips against the sun embedded on the middle. she takes notice of the second empty slot beside where her ring lay, and she looks up at you.

you smile, understanding what she meant. you lifted your right hand and showed her your crescent moon ring on your pinky, the diamonds in your ring twinkling as if winking at her, without a doubt fitting the ring you got for her.

"you got us matching rings... y/n you didn't have to.." she whispers, and she looks so small and fragile at the moment. you nod, watching as she takes the ring off the slot and place it on her pinky.

"of course i did. you've talked about wanting matching rings now that we have matching necklaces. fits us just right, don't you think? the moon cannot live without the sun just as i cannot live without you." you whisper, caressing her cheek.

"you're cringe." she mumbles, internally screaming at your words and breaking at the seams.

"you love it."

danielle's cheeks burn a deep shade of read as her heart thumps hard against her ribcage, the overwhelming hug of your love for her is enough to make her explode. "you're the best. i love you so much."

you smile at her, pecking her cheek as you hold her hand, thumb brushing against her knuckles. "only the best for you, my love."

in hyein's shared room with you, she peeks her head out the door joined with haerin as they snap photos, giggling as they send them to hanni.

a loud muffled groan from hanni and minji's room makes hyein and haerin's giggling grow tenfold, shrieking the moment the door opens and hanni is dashing to enter the room. "let me in you little rats!"

broken records hi this is long overdue omg but happy new year to everyone😭 my ass cldnt pick between 2nd or 3rd pov😭😭

#kpop #kpop gg #wlw #kpop gg x reader #wlw x reader #newjeans x reader #newjeans danielle #newjeans #marsh danielle x reader #marsh danielle #danielle x reader

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the-roo-too · 2 months

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too well -> ex! oh haewon

-despite telling everyone you moved on and were fine with how things were, you really didn’t forget too well

warnings: y’all broke up lols; writhe this in one sitting might be bad

genre: exes to lovers; fluff

notes: happy birthday to my pretty wife. most amazing girl ever. mwah 👩‍❤️‍👩👩‍❤️‍👩👩‍❤️‍👩

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you always hated that part of you that could never forget. because despite being hurt because of your dream, you still pursued it. it was hard back when you debuted, but it seemed even harder now that your group just had their second anniversary.

it’s been two years since nmixx debuted. it’s been two years and a month since you and oh haewon, aka your current leader broke up.

as one may guess, being bandmates with your ex was very awkward. and painful. and those were your thoughts exactly as you sat on your bed, in your room that you shared with lily.

she was looking at you with almost pitiful gaze, making you frown slightly. she knew there was tension between the two of you. it only thickened now, because your leader’s birthday was coming up.

“so… you know what you want to give her?” lily broke the silence, much to your dismay. “she will probably show off our gifts on a live so if you don’t give her anything-“

“i know, unnie.” you cut her off. “i know. i just- if i give her something thoughtful, she’ll think i’m not over her…”

“you definitely aren’t.”

you rolled your eyes at the remark. “yes i am. that’s besides the point. if i give her something stupid, nswers will pick up on the fact that there’s something wrong…”

“y/n.” lily facepalmed. “the tension between the two of you is so thick i could cut it with a damn knife. everyone can see y’all aren’t good- hell, lia unnie was asking me just two days ago why the ‘sweet’ leader is glaring daggers at you.”

“it’s fine.” you had a feeling you both know that’s a lie. “i’ll think of something.”

“can’t you just buy her something you know she loves?”

“i don’t remember-“

“liar.” she immediately shut you down. sometimes you hated how well your members knew you especially her.

“i just-“ taking a deep breath, you glanced at your bedside table. there, hidden a little behind your lamp, sat a photo of you and haewon on one of your dates.

for some bizarre reason, you could never bring yourself to get rid of it.

the picture was taken by her on her birthday. she forced you to pose for a selfie before kissing your cheek while you were focused on the camera.

noticing how your eyes wandered, lily chuckled softly. “you’re terrible at this.”

“unnie, please, shut up. i’m over it.”

“over her?”

“over everything.”

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haewon laid in her bed, her body seemingly relaxed. if you didn’t know her well enough, you wouldn’t be able to see the internal turmoil she seemed to be facing just by the way her nose scrunched up softly.

she was alone in her dorm room, her roomie on a ‘sleepover’ with the younger members. maybe that was for the better, she could be alone with her thoughts.

the thought of you kept bothering her. it made sense when they debuted, it was a month after your breakup. it was annoying but still bearable a year later. now, with their second anniversary, the memory felt bittersweet.

sometimes, haewon wished things would go differently. maybe the company wouldn’t be pushing the both of you so much. maybe you two would have stayed friends until debuting.

so many what ifs…

as much as she tried to force herself to stop missing you, a part of her knew you’d always have her heart. even if what you had was at first a silly romance between two trainees, she cursed herself out for ruining what might’ve been her endgame.

there were moments where haewon wished she could just… forget you. or you her. then, you’d stop looking at her like that.

like she was your worst enemy.

just like you, she just didn’t forget too well.

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practice. practice. practice. everyday looks like that. you glanced at your phone.

the group was currently having a water break, which you were using to take some photos for the fans. your eyes lingered on the lock screen. it’s a picture of the group. you kind of hate it. maybe because you’re standing on the opposite side of haewon. maybe because you’re even there with her in the first place.

your gaze moved on the date. 23th of february. two days left. you’re gonna waste today practicing, then probably spend time with your members not her to unwind a little.

tomorrow is saturday. the last chance you have to get haewon something.

lily’s suggestion pops up in your mind. something haewon likes. something she always wanted.

haewon wasn’t really materialistic back when the two of you were together. she’d rather cuddle with you on valentines than you buying her this big gift you could barely afford as a trainee.

what do you get someone like that?

you’re clearly overthinking this. kyujin is probably getting her a plush or something.

why was it so hard?

you forced your mind to go back, remember everything from two years ago. every little thing she mentioned on your dates.

in the back of your head you cursed yourself for remembering everything about her.

that sweater she mentioned on your second-to-last date, she already bought it. the silly plush she saw online, received from a fan on a fan sign.

everything you could think of, she already had.

last week she was talking about some plant while the group was driving back from one of the album promotions. bae is probably getting her that. you wondered for a second why you knew that detail. you tried your best not to focus on her back then.

weird.

you’re forced away from your thoughts as the dance instructor snaps her fingers in front your face. seeing your other members looking at you, you quickly apologised and ran to your choreographed position.

damn you, oh haewon.

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she kept her eyes on you the whole practice, involuntarily. no matter how much haewon tried to tear her gaze away, you were like a magnet for her eyes.

god, she hated it.

every time you would turn in her direction, she’d have to look away. she couldn’t bear to look into your eyes and see the hatred you always bore towards her.

now after practice, they had time to unwind. unwind as in watch a random movie that was kind of well rated on netflix.

haewon could feel on her skin every time you looked at her. it was a thing she picked up when the two of you started dating. or maybe when she picked up on the innocent crush you seemed to have on her. or maybe when she realised she was also crushing.

she hated how she could feel you didn’t even spare her a glance.

a soft sight left her lips as she allowed her head to rest on bae’s shoulder. the younger girl looked at her leader surprised. the sudden display of affection wasn’t unusual for haewon, yet the way she seemed so out of touch made jinsol get curious.

“you good, haewon unnie?” she whispered, leaning a little to speak into the leader’s ear.

haewon’s brown scrunched momentarily before she nodded. “yeah. why?”

“you just seem.. distracted, i guess.”

„hm.” despite how much they tried not to alert the other members, she could feel your gaze on her for a split second. „just thinking. i’m turning old, you know?”

she received a punch to the shoulder by lily, who sat on her side. if the oldest could hear their whispers, the rest could probably too. you too.

you suddenly stood up from the couch and yawned in a way that was obviously fake. no one commented on that though. kyujin reached out for the pilot and paused the movie.

„i’m sleepy already…” a sheepish grin appeared on your face, but your eyes weren’t bright like when you grinned at her. „sorry guys, i’ll head back to bed.”

„do you want me to come too?” lily asked. she didn’t want to wake you up later when coming inside the room.

„no, unnie. you were enjoying that move, i don’t wanna ruin your fun… night night, everyone!”

just like during practice, her eyes were glued to you the whole time. only when your silhouette disappeared up the staircase, she felt the other’s eyes on her.

jiwoo let out a loud, exaggerated groan, clearly expressing her dismay. „unnie, you’re being so obvious!”

„i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

„don’t act dumb, haewon.” at that moment, she kind of hated being the second oldest in the room.

„i’m not acting anything.” she hissed out before apologising quickly. with a deep breath, she glanced between her members. all of them were looking at her expectingly. „…what?”

„are you guys okay…?” yoona frowns at her own question, realising how stupid it is. all of them know you used to date. they thought you guys were the cutest as trainees. „sorry, that’s dumb. but, unnie, she left when you started talking to jinsol-„

„because she hates me.”

lily wanted to rip her hair out by now. she was so tired of this little stupid banter you guys had going on for the past two years. „i swear to god, the only one who hates you will soon be me if i hear one of you complaining about the other one again… she’s still in love with you!”

haewon almost snorted at that comment. „right. so in love my mere presence makes her uncomfortable. my bad for not noticing.”

lily scowled deeply and covered her face with her hands in despair. jinsol sitting next to her gently pat her shoulder with a chuckle.

„guys, i don’t know why you all seem to think she likes me… but this is just stupid.”

„she’s been worrying over a gift for your birthday for a couple days now.” lily suddenly said. she felt half bad for revealing that, but you’d thank her in the long run. “she basically thinks about you all of the time.”

“…she does?” the shy grin that appeared on haewon’s face made all of them smile.

“yeah. you guys are so in love it hurts to look at.”

her grin slowly fell from her face, making them groan. “we’re not. at least, she isn’t. i might head out to bed too. sorry for spoiling the mood, guys.”

“you didn’t spoil anything-“ kyujin didn’t have time to say more as the leader quickly retreated to her own room.

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haewon hated how she wasted the 24th of february. after the short morning practice session they had, most of the group went out. some wanted to do shopping, others just went to hang out with friends.

she stayed in her room the whole day, practicing songs on her guitar and just resting after the tiring week.

a couple hours later, she stood in the dorm’s kitchen, nursing a cup of tea. it would probably keep her up during the night, but tomorrow was sunday. sundays were never that busy.

out of the five members that left the dorms that day (yoona had invited a friend over, but the girl was gone by now), four cane back.

haewon hasn’t seen you the whole day. it worried her, because she was the leader. no other reason.

she took out her phone from her pocket. two minutes after midnight. so she was now 21… how the time flies.

still no texts from you. she had texted you both on the nmixx chat and in private. you saw both messages, yet replied to none.

suddenly, the sound of someone unlocking the doors made her stop thinking about you. hastily turning around to spot the intruder, she accidentally dropped her cup of tea.

just then, you appeared in the room, still in your coat and with a silly birthday bag in your hand.

“haewon? what are you doing here? it’s midnight.” she was too busy paying attention to the broken pieces of the cup on the floor around her to notice how you didn’t call her ‘unnie’.

noticing her dismay, you placed the bag on the couch and took of your coat quickly, before waking over to her. when you noticed the broken pieces on the floor around her, you gasped slightly. judging by the bits of wetness around, she was probably drinking her night tea. a stupid habit you tried to force her out of back when you were together. she’d always stay up late when worying, nursing a cup of tea to keep her standing.

that was not the time to think about the past though.

“shit, don’t move…” you quickly went to get a sweep and started collecting the glass pieces. haewon was frozen staring at the ground.

when you finished your task and wiped the spilled tea, you briefly checked if she was hurt. thankfully she wasn’t.

standing up, you wanted to ask if she was okay. for some reason, that felt like a weird thing to do.

before you could speak, haewon opened her mouth. “i’m sorry.”

“for what? the cup or not helping?”

“for breaking up with you.” oh. that was not something you wanted to hear now. two years ago? sure. now that you forced yourself to say you were moved on? not exactly.

“…don’t be dumb, haewon.”

“unnie.” she wet her lips with the tip of her tongue. “i-i like when you call me that. makes it seem like you don’t hate me after all.”

“unnie, i don’t hate you.”

“liar.” she turned to look into your eyes, and you gasped when you saw they were glazed over. “you despise me.”

“no. you know damn well i could never hate you.” you whisper against your better judgement.

a tense silence lingered in the kitchen for a while. she wanted to add something. you could feel it. you could always read her so well, even if you didn’t want to.

“don’t be sorry.” you say before she could. “you did what you thought was best.”

“but i was wrong.”

“unnie, let’s not dwell on the past…”

“but i love you.” her statement made you freeze.

“no.” you felt your own eyes watering. “no, you don’t get to do that. not after all this time.”

“i loved you all of this time.”

“then why?” you looked at her accusingly, making her heart break. “why would you break up with me?!”

“because the company would make us break up sooner or later. they would give us an ultimatum to either breakup or leave and i knew you’d abandon your dream of being an idol…”

tears were falling from her eyes too. she slowly came closer, her arms draping around you in a comforting manner.

“because i wanted to be an idol with you.”

“then do it.” she whispered. “let me make it up to you.”

“…” she smiled slightly when she felt you hugging her back. “okay. happy birthday, unnie.”

you glanced at the bag you earlier placed on the couch. “i got you a gift…”

“you’re the best gift i could ever ask for.”

“you know it will take time for us to be… normal, right?”

“i’m willing to fight for us this time.”

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bambisnc · 2 months

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off the record [ft. j.wy]

pairing : wony x reader genre : fluffyy/crack + fake dating trope! cw/tw : kissing mention ;-; wc : idk it was a page in google docs :/

“hey. don’t look at him. he’ll get weirded out.”

“ah yes of course, because your ex showing up at your birthday party uninvited and with a girlfriend of her own is totally not more than enough to do that.”

wonyoung rolls her eyes at you. sure she’d asked you to become her girlfriend; her fake girlfriend but that was for a very good reason okay?!

it was all her ex’s fault. she hadn’t really even liked the guy that much, but the fact that he went from a blinded, lovesick puppy to be the one breaking up with her made her furious. and an angry her did not always have the most logical ideas…

when she saw him drop off his new girlfriend in front of the girls washroom (was it just her or was that highkey weird..) she lost it completely. grabbing you by the shoulders, a girl she vaguely knew from.. chemistry was it?, she immediately pulled you into a stall with a curt, “i need you to pretend to date me.” dropping from her delicate lips.

oh okay, you thought, just an average wednesday. the literal love of your life drags you into a bathroom stall (?!?@?#?$?@#) and asks you to date them. well, fake date them. it’s the same thing really, c’mon.

which is what lead to a major series of unfortunate events (not for you, to be honest – you get to spend time with The jang wonyoung, hell she can use you for whatever nefarious schemes she has cooking up in that pretty little head of hers <3) ending up with you here..

..stuck between a wall and a hard place. quite literally. with wonyoung having placed her hands on the wall, effectively trapping you against it; almost as if in a protective manner. you knew she’d been boasting about you to everyone who’d listen – there was hardly anyone who wasn’t interested in the school princess’ romantic affairs – before you’d arrived.. rather late, unfortunately.

“so are you planning on explaining why you’re late? or will you only be making sarcastic quips at everything i say~?” she asks with the sweetest smile but you will not be falling for that. the nicer her expression is, the more scared you should be is the one thing you’ve managed to learn from having had her arm wrapped around your waist for around 3 weeks now.

“i told you there was just an .. issue. nothing you need to concern yourself with.” you reply back, avoiding her piercing gaze to the best of your abilities. (spoiler you're not really very successful in doing that...)

she’s never been one to back down or leave a matter though, “i’m your girlfriend. how can i not concern myself with every single thing about you.” you’re just about to point out that you are, in fact, just a fake girlfriend but before you can wonyoung interrupts you, tilting your face towards her in a way that leaves your lips inches away from hers (and leaves you completely breathless), her tone dripping with urgency, “he’s looking. kiss me now.”

[series m.list]

notes : creds for idea and honorary dedication to ml @kyuusberry!!! ♡︎ + [m.list]

#order's up~! 📋⋆𐙚 #cakes.♡︎🥮#[something secret n dizzying]#limasxx + 2592 + parisinvlogs pics creds and benkeibear for divs #ive x reader #jang wonyoung #wonyoung #wonyoung x reader #jang wonyoung x reader #ive headcanons #ive #girl group imagines #kpop gg x reader #kpop gg #wonyoung ive #ive wonyoung #wonyoung x you

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kyuusberry · 2 months

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Hii!! Can you do gf!winter?? I really love the gigi and jimin ones

gf!winter | aespa winter - headcanon

pairing: winter x gn!reader

warnings: none

a/n: i might as well just make a ningning headcanon later lmaoo. i hope you enjoyed this though!!

cis men, homophobes, racists, 20+, smut accounts dni

gf!winter who fell in love with you the first time you two met

gf!winter who stuttered when she confessed her love to you after being forced to by her members

gf!winter who always tries to make time for you, despite her busy schedules

gf!winter who loves cuddling you while watching movies

gf!winter who often writes songs about you and plays them for you with her electric guitar never getting over that moment

gf!winter who enjoys sending you songs off spotify or song lyrics

gf!winter who enjoys going on trips with you

gf!winter who loves doing new things together

gf!winter who enjoys taking you to amusement parks and riding the roller coasters together (unless you don’t like to, then she’ll go by herself)

gf!winter who will help you out with math homework/problems if you ever need it idk about other subjects though.

gf!winter who will usually be caught eating and drinking milk in the morning when you wake up

gf!winter who always tries to get home early after her schedules and if she can’t, she’ll buy you a gift which is almost everyday

gf!winter who hates being away from you and will call and text you constantly, even if she’s on tour

gf!winter who will love you unconditionally always

#kpop #kpop gg #kpop bias #kpop girls #kpop imagines #kpopidol #kpop gg x reader #aespa winter #aespa #irl people #fluff #imagines #winter imagines #kim minjeong #aespa headcanons #headcanon #headcanons #my headcanons #kyuusberry

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kingmaker-a · 9 months

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Our Broken Parts, Perfect Puzzle Pieces | Shin Ryujin

Superhero/Batman AU

Rewrite of Gotham Nights/Abandoned (1)

Vigilante Reader x Batgirl Ryujin

Warnings: Mentions of violence, death and implied trauma.

Word Count: 5.1k

Genre: Fluff, angst and comfort

Premise: You take shelter in a seedy motel after a less than stellar mission pushes Ryujin to her limits. In those quiet moments, you can't help but notice the distance years can make, as well as the cracks and scars that mark you both.

A/N: A rewrite as I mentioned previously, that references some events that happened in the original piece or that I intended to write for the original piece, though you don't have to read it to grasp the fic.

Each step is heavy, heavier than you would like, boots crashing against concrete in violent waves. Rain pelts and creeps into the gaps in your costume, hard leather and metal plates can do nothing against it.

Her voice hitches on the eve of each step, a muffled curse with each breath. Still, she bites, holds back against her teeth in your presence. You can pick out against the angered flares of her chest.

The rain is so loud it's hard to follow anything, even your own thoughts melt against it's onslaught.

Her hands are hot, clenched tight to your shoulders despite the rain. The quiver of tired, broken muscles begs her closer into your grasp. You can practically smell the blood that seeps into you.

Evidence of her hot-blooded anger.

Each stair creaks and groans under your shared weight, each breath is laboured, twisting into a mask of pain.

She quivers and shakes as you crest the landing, pulling away from you with a sharp snap to the banister, her knuckles flare white under the strain.

The more things change the more they stay the same.

There's a flicker of weak, prideful defiance that hangs in her eyes.

She can't keep this up, shouldn't keep this up.

The rain thickens, unabated and uncaring of her plight.

It's dry the way your voice finally rumbles to life, "come on I'll carry you."

It stabs and cuts deep, the scowl that peeks past her lips. Still her voice is weak, almost imperceptible against the torrent of rain.

"Fuck you," she wheezes, hazy and lightheaded. Her feet clatter against the stairs, defiant and unfocused.

You don't flinch, you don't reach out. You only follow after her, allowing her a fleeting moment of arrogance.

Pride comes before-she falters, quivers and shakes against fatigue. Her hands lurch with panic, reaching, clawing through the air.

You catch her without a second thought as her eyes flutter shut.

Even against the motel floor, your resting place, there's comfort to be had. Especially after having been dead.

Yet it's the soft crackle of a sob that echoes through the air that jolts you awake. Torn away from the slumbering abyss, your hands slip under your makeshift pillow - your leather jacket, ear attentive, at the ready.

The patter of rain slowly lulls you, beckoning you back to slumber.

You needed the rest.

Another crackle, this time racked and fragmented. It hitches, in the slightest way, painted with a shade of bad memories.

You sounded the exact same.

It's instinctual, automatic. You pull yourself up without a second thought, the ache of your muscles unheeded.

It's soft and tranquil, the way she lays. Beautiful in the briefest flickers of moonlight that dare part the clouds. Her knuckles flare white against sheet and pillow, the reflection of tears cast in pale Moonlight.

That's when you feel a knot of hesitation tighten, a moment you shouldn't notice or acknowledge. You know it without a doubt, a kindred spirit in pain and trauma.

Her scar tissue, her broken parts should be ignored, unacknowledged for her sake.

To call attention was to be made vulnerable and ugly to the unmarked.

Your hands clench, as you move, shuffle away in the eves of darkness. To allow her to be herself, in all her torment.

If only she knew she didn't have to be strong in front of you.

But it was better this way.

A dry gulp is all you manage, daring one last look as you slink away.

A hot white flash paints the room and it all happens so quickly, disjointed and out of order as your mind reels.

A sharp pain in your shoulder, in your hand? Her breath cracks and hitches, a silhouette, you. An apology at the edge of your lip as a batarang soars through the air.

It clips your hand with a cutting ease; you were too slow on the draw.

It lodges in your shoulder.

There's a flash of panic over her face, a friend not a foe. "Shit, shit, shit."

She's already tearing at the hem of her shirt, before you can even point out you'll be fine, or even the slightly used med kit.

The floor creaks and warps in her rush, her hands hard and calloused as she tugs you.

"It's just a flesh wound," you prod as she struggles against her tired aching muscles, it's haphazard the way she slings your arm over her shoulder, a counterfeit echo of your actions earlier. "I'm not dying, I would know."

You offer a smile, it's token and comedic, a rare departure from your brooding demeanor.

But someone had to lighten the mood. It's forgotten as she fusses over, a frown pressed into her lips is the only acknowledgement that you were even heard.

Her lips part, a noise claws at her throat, a question, a response?

It's neither as it firmly dies in the ensuing silence between you two. The silence is quaint, especially when she's all makeshift bandages and worried looks.

It's inevitable when you end up in her spot, the single bed, the only bed in the dingy motel that you called a safe house.

Your brain flickers back to hours ago, when your roles had been swapped. Tending to her various nicks and injuries, a rare time of solace in the storm of her new found bravado.

A better name for it was recklessness–

Her face flutters so dangerously close, you can pick out every individual eyelash. You're surprised when her words are so soft and delicate, especially compared to earlier.

"Hoodie?" It's soft and tentative, like fine China or porcelain as if the mere mention would fracture years of history.

…

You're different people now, scarred in your own distinct ways.

It's hard not to catch the frown she so desperately tries to hide, it probably would've worked on Nightwing, on Jiu.

A smile crawls along your lips, hand clutching against hers as she tries to pull away from your orbit.

The two had been intimate, perhaps she would've been better off with the older far more talented Robin.

"I haven't heard that name in years."

It's fleeting in those moments, as her frown scatters and breaks against nascent memories. You don't get to catch her smile in full, it's hidden and stitched behind a mask of cobbled detachment, trauma and pain.

Still, you catch the flicker in the corner of teeth, the brief crease of her cheeks and the bloom of warmth behind her eyes.

"Yeah," it's soft, yet brimming with a stubborn warmth. A blanket from childhood that never gives up, held together with… Well, love and affection. The concept felt almost starkly forei- "It's been awhile since Gotham Academy."

There's another brief flicker in her eyes, one you can't quite pick out as her hand grips tighter against your own.

Your throat is dry, drier than you thought. You wanna blame it on something, anything but it all feels too hollow like an excuse.

A mask.

You don't have the strength to fight the frown that forms on your lips, not in front of her.

"Yeah, it has."

It's tormented the way your voice sinks and drags at the bottom of an ocean. An ocean of feeling you can't quite make out, or understand.

It's just a tormented mess.

Conversation drags along your throat, every thought, every idea dies unceremoniously before it even gets a chance.

You're just thankful she doesn't leave, she holds tight in your orbit as you both share a sobering moment, the patter of heavy rain and howling winds the accompaniment.

Her eyes are steely, yet glassy, dancing with her own thoughts. What you would give to dare a loo-

She shifts back a little as a hand shifts to your shoulder just above the lodged batarang.

"Hood-"

You just nod, before the worry can trickle and tremble in her voice, before it rattles through her hands.

There's a flex, a dip of her brow before her hand twists over the batarang. Despite all her experience playing a guarded hand, it's easy for you to pick out the way her features tighten, twisting into an expression of pain as she tugged.

It moves slowly at first and then not at all, as her eyes shift between you and your wound.

The Ryujin in front of you was fragile, kind and overall human. A far cry from the Batgirl you had met earlier, painted in thick violent hues, the smile that clawed against her soft lips as she teetered on the edge of no return.

Your domain.

Your domain of twisted catharsis, of hellish flame and death.

You can still remember the flecks of blood that painted her helmet, the devilish smile that felt oh so familiar. The corruptive sadistic pleasure of violence unbridled, to let loose, to no longer hold back against the scum of the world.

Your hand grips over hers, her breath hitches at your touch. Words crest and tickle the edge of lips, dance at the tip of tongue.

She was so dangerously close to the edge, to damnation in the fires of hell.

To become a monster.

You still remember the way her eyes just clicked even through her mask.

To succumb, to break the one rule.

You had been good up until that point, really good.

But as the gunshot echoes through your skull even now?

You don't regret it one bit.

It's over quicker than she expected, a flash of what you can only guess as a horrified kind of surprise. It's effortless the way you tug and pull the batarang out of your body.

It almost tickles.

Her expression shifts back to a barely veiled worry as she rushes to inspect the wound.

You had forgotten what it was like, too used to being a lone wolf, an outcast.

It was probably for the best that it was her of all people.

"Hoodie-" her voice is stained, weighed heavy with guilt, you don't need to see her eyes or read her mind to see all the calculated ways she blames herself.

Your hands clasp against hers, pull her focus towards you before she can spiral.

It's a weird and equally rare moment to watch her unravel, a knit sweater pulled apart by a stray strand.

"Wait." Her fingers fight against your calloused grip, your eyes stray to your wound, telling her to look closer.

A secret.

Her nose twitches, a tell of potential defiance brewing underneath the skin, it simmers, threatens to explode and burst like water and oil.

Yet, she softens all the same, eyes cast downward, trailing after yours with a sway of hesitance.

You didn’t blame her.

Her lips tighten against each other, tensing on the edge of a frown.

Your wound blooms with a soft ephemeral glow, a mixture of a sickly almost radioactive green twisted with a soft calming cyan. Small wisps flutter and dance as your skin slowly but surely stitches itself together.

Your grip loosens as you push a finger to your lips, a hushed secret just for her.

Her hand darts forward, stopping just shy of your exposed skin, dry blood crusted against the surface. Her eyes drift and linger against yours.

It's weird and soft, the notes that play against the shell of your heart.

To be treated like a human was an almost forgotten memory, your eyebrows knit together struggling against the tug at your core.

Her fingers hover in place, as her eyes soften, telling you to take your time.

Your throat is dry once again as words struggle to climb up from your heart or drift down from your brain.

It's your hand that pulls her touch against your skin.

It's delicate the way she feels against you, like you'd tear like paper in the rain.

There's a moment caught between the patter of raindrops, when she leans closer to your shoulder. Her breath brushes against your cheek, tickles against every nerve ending.

It's warm, just like the embers that bustle to life in your chest.

A smile twitches against her lips, a thumb pressing into your skin, "when-?"

Lost in the shuffle, she turns to you. Her smile lingers only for a second, as it too gets lost in the shuffle.

The question dances and dies on your lips as her jaw snaps shut and her features tighten.

You're too lost in how close she is, how softly she looks at you, how softly she looked at you.

You don't catch the grim realization. Not until it's too late, not until she pulls away and you feel your heart crack just that little bit.

You didn’t know it could still do that.

"I-uh."

It's caught in her throat, it twists and claws as she swallows.

It's not the awkwardness that cuts deep… You're used to it.

It's the flutter of her eyes, the way she can't manage to pin herself down and look at you, look you in the eyes.

Her lips part as yet another word dies on the tip of her tongue.

Part of you would languish in her awkwardness, would have.

But it's different now, when the knife is pointed at you, when the edge threatens to tear you into ribbons.

The one other person that could understand. That you hoped would understand.

Doesn't.

Her voice catches like a bad lie, you've told many of them. It struggles and bashes against her, eyes clamped shut in frustration.

It's quiet, suffocatingly so.

You almost can't hear the rain.

The only thing she manages is a sigh as she shuffles further away near the foot of the bed.

Suddenly, the door is interesting for her and for you.

You can feel it boil under your skin, itching at your veins.

Frustration, at what and to whom? You didn’t want to think about it.

There's a weird exposure you feel in those long dry moments…

Vulnerable is the word. It feels unnatural against your skin, it burns into every pore no matter how much you curl up.

Even as you tug your knees to your chest, it doesn't go away. It lingers and rots on every breath.

It only weighs heavier in those quiet moments.

You swore you wouldn't be vulnerable ever again.

A promise you made to the kid that died, a dry almost ironic chuckle claws at your throat. To think you'd be the one to unravel like a shitty sweate-

"Jiu missed you, you know?"

It's dry and robotic, alien and detached.

Still, it's enough. Enough to pull you out of your stupor, enough so you can grasp air with tired lips.

Enough, so your eyes can linger against hers.

Enough to see the slightest hitch in her lips, her attention still drawn to the door.

Only now can you see it. In the brief flash of lightning, you see her. The one hidden behind all the layers, all the strength, all the bravery and bravado.

The broken parts, her broken parts.

Worn and rusted, aged against the grime and filth of Gotham.

There is no reason to think about it, no reason to linger on what ifs. To question if you could've done something, would've done something.

Wind howls and whips at the old motel, the walls whisper and creak.

She turns to you with glassy eyes, a sullen tug of her lips. Yet, you catch the brief flicker that is you, trapped in the reflection of her eyes.

Perhaps you both were a pile of broken parts?

Her lips tighten and you swear you hear her teeth clench, threatening to break under the pressure.

All this tiptoeing, all this dancing makes you nauseous.

Subtly and trepidation is wasted on you, wasted on her.

"So you're walking again," it catches you off guard, it's viscerally awkward even in your voice--jarring and harsh, like a punch to your skull.

You wince and you swear you feel your veins shrivel under the skin. Her eyebrows knit together, as her face shifts, a question on the edge of her features.

Did you really say that?

But the punch lands all the same.

A scoff sails from her lips, fluttering into a coy smile. You can see it in the small quirk at the corner of her lips, the wry annoyance, the sheer surprise at your awkward audacity.

Yet, it's a smile all the same and that's what you latch onto as the tension crashes to the ground around you like a glass pane.

There's a flicker in her eyes, the brief realization, you might be a moron.

"Well," her lips flatten as her eyes. It's calculated and measured the way she shuffles on the bed to face you. Still, you can't help but notice the small inch or two that moves her closer. She presses a finger into your chest, prodding yet playful. "I figured, it can't be half as hard as coming back from the dead."

It's subtle, the hum you feel in your heart, as her finger lingers for longer than you expect.

A soothing mellowness that your soul has long since forgotten. It flutters against your core long after she retracts her touch.

“Yeah, I bet.” Your eyes roll, teeth chattering with a smile.

She softens in those hushed breaths, a small dainty, delicate smile. “Thanks.”

It’s all but a whisper lost between raindrops, a small eve of a moment reserved only for you. Still you cock your head to the side, eyebrows knitting together.

“For what?”

You were far from humble, that was just who you were. At least when it came to life under a mask.

Her lips tug, tighten against each other. Sealing the air with a ruggish seriousness, a vulnerability. Yet, as your eyes cling to hers in that moment, you realize there is strength.

“Everything,” again, it's barely a whisper against the world. A tiny fragment, a shard that glistens in her eyes, shimmering across a shared ocean of memories.

It is unfathomable, the depths that bounce and swell with every wave. A wash with the sway of a different life brimming with naivety.

Of a younger, innocent you.

Alien and foreign, long since buried in the ash and mud.

Someone best left in the past.

Her touch is cold as her hands clench tight against your own. A shiver jitters against your palms as your eyebrows tighten, latching together.

Yet, her grip doesn’t err or falter, as if you would slip through her fingers if she wasn't careful.

This was something you needed to hear.

You weren't the type for excuses nor any attempt to bludgeon someone with excessive prose and/or a dictionary in an attempt to garner sympathy.

Though you wouldn't rule out the latter in the literal sense at least.

You can feel the slightest whisper of her gaze, picking out every tiny minute detail held by your face.

It's a lingering, almost loving warmth that catches against every unkempt strand of helmet hair.

Her eyes clutch at every tired stretch of skin, carved by sleepless nights and late night patrols.

You catch the slightest hitch of her lips, right at the corners, practically unnoticeable against the brief flicker of moonlight.

It's easy, natural even to think of yourself as a scar. A wound, a chilling reminder of failure and disappointment etched forever into the skin of others.

It's… Different, the way she takes you in.

It's a nestled warming hug in each microsecond her gaze lingers. Soothing like the kiss of the sun, on that one perfect afternoon. Each detail truly admired as it's dedicated to her memory.

You didn't need her photographic memory to know she's never like this. It's on the quiver of her lip, right at the edge between the chatter of her teeth.

Her words would, will rip through everything like a gunshot.

…

You pull away, it's only natural.

Away from her cold grasp, you tug and pull at the billowing warmth held in your sleeves.

Her eyes paint a picture of surprise, a flare of wide white.

Her eyebrows pick up the pieces, as her nose scrunches in tow, smearing her canvas with a flicker of pain.

There's a small moment in between the patter of rain, that you can pick out so clearly. It's guttural, the words that claw at her throat.

It's only natural.

You would later learn it was an apology in its infancy, unprepared and underbaked.

It's weird you realize as your body moves, dancing to your own twisted tango. You doubt the league of assassins intended for your training to be used like this.

A quick flurry is all it takes, everything is a blur of fabric as you grab her hands once again.

You can feel it in her palms, in her fingers as they flutter in surprise.

It almost tickles.

Her hands quickly find their spot against yours.

That's a sentence you didn't want to pick apa-

A smile blooms across your lips, as you watch your hoodie slowly settle on her.

Though you're definitely not as good as you thought, even if you managed to get it mostly on her.

She drowns in it, lets it hang in bunched waves by her shoulders, on her neck. She shrinks into it, allowing only her eyes to poke past her ardent tower shield.

Was this how your father felt, giving it to you those many years ago?

It's almost hard to believe it was the same, as your eyes linger against each tear and subsequent repair job you had made over the years.

There's an urgency to her words, at least that's what it feels like as they're muffled against the waves of fabric that enshroud her.

You catch it with ease, the soft flicker of her bravery as her eyes dim, hands pulling from yours as she tugs at the hood.

It's a fleeting moment, the way you watch her eyes soften, a tenderly lit smile warms her lips as she hugs at the fabric, swaddled in its warmth.

The moonlight almost becomes candlelight in those small intimate seconds as her eyes glitter like stardust.

How you wish you could unfurl that moment and let it rest against your heart until the end of time.

Her words are a gunshot nonetheless.

"I… Thought of you, you know?" it hangs awkwardly in the air, clogs at her throat with a dry claw.

She splinters under your gaze, whatever bravery she had cracks, thrown ashew like broken porcelain.

It cuts just as easily.

Your ears bleed with a high pitched whine, the pulse of your heart booming deep into your skull.

It only picks up in those frozen moments, as your brain twists and bends as it burns with old scorched remnants of Gotham's very own clown prince of crime.

Your killer.

His twisted laughter echoes and warps through your mind.

It's a sharp breath that cuts the strings, her sharp breath.

A look of resignation hangs every on her brow, eyes distant in your absence.

It's sudden, explosive and violent as her grip locks against your wrists.

As if the moment would float away to forgotten unspoken shores mired in an ocean of what-ifs.

It's subtle the tremble that lingers against you.

Like a million tiny wings.

You could almost swear it was an earthquake, or the rattle of a nearby semi.

Her jaw clenches tight, her eyes flare with a sudden panic.

You can feel it, the uncertainty that burrows in her between cause and effect, the agonizing split second where doubt festers.

When your mouth dries and suddenly you can't breathe as every planned, calculated thought evaporates under the newfound heat, the pressure to be vulnerable.

It wasn't your strong suit either.

Yet it's automatic, the way you move, pulled, guided by instinct before your own poisonous thoughts can convince you otherwise.

Your friend needed you.

Kindness is foreign, antiquated against the caliber of violence you have grown used to.

Yet, somehow it returns home for you with a soft bloom and gentle touch. Even within your twisted shell it blossoms, coaxing you forward with a fervent touch.

A soft tug and a surprised yelp is all it translates to on the surface, it's hard to fight the billowing warmth that curves across your lips.

She's awkward, taken off-guard, threatening to make a tangled mess of your limbs as she tries to catch herself.

It's… human, real, genuine, choose whatever word you want for it, but most importantly it's Ryujin who collides with your chest.

Not Batgirl, not the commissioner's daughter.

Shin Ryujin, close friend and kindred spirit whose hands clutch so desperately at your shirt it threatens to tear, her hot ragged breath that dances through the fabric and against your skin.

Her tears burn with a molten hot anguish, it creeps through your shirt against your skin as she buries herself into your chest. It’s rough, greedy even, the way she pulls and tugs against you.

You tenderly rest your hand against her head, your touch drifts with a tranquil softness through the waves of her silky soft locks. Her shoulders shake and shudder, sobs cracking against your chest with a muffled sorrowful torment.

It seeps into every crack and crevice you share.

Yet as the sobs fade, relinquishing their choke hold over her as your thumb caresses the crown of her head. She peers up at you, eyes glistening and glassy.

Her voice is raw, raspy as it cracks through the somber silence.

"I realized you weren't so lucky."

It rips through your thoughts and tears your breath away.

The wet shimmering tears, the tranquil cascade that made her so beautiful in the crisp hallowed moonlight.

For you.

Her voice drags like an anchor, even with the release of burden thoughts.

"Even as I bled on the floor, even when I got the news I couldn't, probably wouldn't walk again," her eyes drift to her legs for a brief flicker.

There's the slightest uptick of a smile, it quirks at the edge of her lips between panting breaths as she drifts so dangerously close to you.

It's hard to ignore the spark that creeps between the cracks, the way it settles in your broken, damaged core when she presses her forehead against yours.

She winces slightly, words caught against her throat, digging at her heart with jagged rusty edges. There’s a quiver across her features, it clings tight to her lips.

"I loved Jiu…" Her features tighten, voice rough, dry and drawn taut with raspiness. Her eyes glitter with fought back tears, yet even Batgirl falters.

Her tears fall once again, raindrops lost in the cascade that always dots Gotham.

Her teeth grit together with wavering strength, as she swallows, pushing back against her fears that cling so tight to her chest.

Her grip tightens against your shirt, before fading all together as a deep breath sails between the two of you.

Still her voice shakes, it's an eerie experience unique to your shared burdens. Her eyes clamp shut.

"... For you."

Another gunshot sails through your brain, ringing deep into your head, rattling against your heart.

Words burst through her lips, tumbling uncontrollably like water through a burst dam.

Tears still sputter through, even as her features tighten in a desperate fight to hold them at bay.

"I can remember the way you were so awestruck in her presence, the way you'd hang on to every word."

You catch the slightest flare of her teeth, a teetering scowl as her nose crinkles.

Her voice creaks and groans, like a strong tree branch under the pressure of a raging storm. "Do you understand how it feels?"

Yet it’s hard for you to fit a word in, her storm, tumultuous and unstoppable in its wake. Her eyes are sharp like cold steel in spite of the warm tears that trail down her face like glimmering moonlight.

“It's etched into my brain, Hoodie."

Each syllable is laced with mourning, not venom.

"Permanently."

Somehow it burns all the same, with a sickly acidic touch to your heart. Each word sears against its weak flesh, your imperfect recollection coils tight at each snapping defiant memory.

She used to look at Jiu the same way, right?

Right?

Her lips quiver, fluttering on the edge of something more, desperate, begging to be released from the cage that torments her mind and heart.

The flames of heated anger, flare, licking at her teeth, itching into her features. Her hands grip tight against the fabric of your shirt.

You catch the slightest edge of disappointment, for whom you couldn’t tell.

But if you had to make a bet–

Her voice chokes, cracks catching in her throat drawn too by the weight of it all. Her tears mourn with a tranquil torrent bathed in iridescent moonlight.

"The worst part-" her lips shudder on the edge of true sinful confession, anger creeps and burns across each and every corner of her face.

Yet her eyes are nothing but soft as she beholds you.

"Is feeling myself… Slowly fall in love with you, again. To watch as you slowly creep into my heart, when you just made me feel normal. You made the academy bearable, hell, I started looking forward to school but then-"

You died.

There was no easy way to say it, you can see it in her eyes. Even as she clings so desperately tight to you, even in her grasp it doesn't take away from the pain she must've felt.

Perhaps you hadn't seen it until the moment, no you definitely didn't. She was… is Batgirl, she wasn't like you and the other Robins. Jiu might be the standard, but Ryujin actively defied it.

She was a caliber all of her own, because she didn't have Batman, she didn't need him.

Your fate would always be tied close to his yet.

No matter what you do.

To put it simply… she was always just out of reach, you could barely touch the bottom of the pedestal, you put her on.

Yet, as you gaze at her in those lingering moments as she clings to what little strength she has, to lay it all out.

Amongst the sound of echoing soft rain, her scars, your scars, were broken parts no longer.

It's sudden the way her voice dies in her throat, her lips snap together against yours as you pull her tight.

There's no resistance as she melts against you, deepening each moment with a desperate longing.

It flutters against your chest like a soaring bird.

Adrift in a sea of rain, a seedy motel, your vessel, you click together like perfect puzzle pieces.

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