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#irene angst
dollfacedsl1ut · 6 months
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can i request 8 with irene? <3
[ Irene being your over protective bsf who reveals her identity ]
You woke up in a cold sweat the ping of your phone caused you to jump you seen your best friend Irene texted
Irene : “did you sleep well y/n!!?”
You replied back with shaky hands saying you slept good
Irene : “don’t lie to me I watched you <3”
Chills ran down your spine you blinked your eyes wondering if you seen the message right you heard a shutter sound to your left you glanced over just seeing a hello kitty plushie Irene gifted you as a gift when you guys met you picked it up examining, you furrowed your brows trying to find what made the doing until your closely looked at its eyes noticing a red beeping dot your phone pinged again as Irene messages
Irene : “oops I thought I silenced the shutter sound sorry :))”
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eunjidrabbles · 2 years
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Hello! Could I request a y/n and Irene scenario in which they were together and adopted a kitten together, but the relationship ended and either Irene or y/n are just sort of left remembering everything that used to be, and the memories linger and come back every time they come home to the kitten that ended up staying with them? Thank you!
P.D. This was sort of inspired by Heize's You, Clouds, Rain. and also Lee Hi's Breathe
Tomorrow, tonight
(Whoops, I missed my update day but we are back with angst
edit: floof got angy at me because i missed my dateline, i was supposed to post yesterday)
Warning: Breakup, heartbreak, your cat falls very sick
Word count: About 2.3k words
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Sighing as you stumbled a step to your front door, you caught yourself with a hand leaning against the hardwood and toed off your black shoes while digging through your bag for your keys. Hearing the jingling of the metal as you close your fingers around it, you yanked them out only to spill your cardigan and pouch out with the movement. Scrambling to grab at whatever fell out with a frustrated sigh, you stopped mid-squat when you heard a soft meow and the sounds of your door being scratched.
Your tensed figure relaxed before quickly picking up your mess and standing back up to unlock the door, cooing for your fellow companion to move further away as you push the door open. Shuffling in cautiously as your feline friend tries to weave itself between your legs, you could barely get the time to deposit everything onto your coffee table and sofa before the meowing continued, demanding for you to give it attention. Reaching down to give it a little scratch behind the ear, you continued your way into your small kitchen and opened the upper cabinet to pull out a container and a can. Recognizing the sounds of the dry food rattling around the container, it ran over to where you were, meowing loudly yet again as you chuckled tiredly, taking a scoop of dry food before opening a small tin of wet treats to mix into the metal food bowl. Lowering down the spoon, you let it clean off the excess with tiny licks before throwing the spoon into the sink and walking over to where you’d usually place its food and water. Even before you could place it down, the young cat would already have its paws hung around your arm as you lowered the bowl, head stretching out to have a head start on its dinner. Chuckling yet again, you’d give it another little scratch before standing back up and taking out your leftovers from the fridge to heat up for your own dinner. Stopping by the fridge yet again, you hesitated before pulling out a can of beer to go with your leftover food.
Slumping onto the couch after putting down your food and drink, you picked up the TV remote to turn it onto a random channel playing a show you had not much interest in to fill the silence in the room. The ticking of the clock stole your attention, telling you how much later you had returned home than usual, and with a sigh, you cracked open the cold can of beer.
Sipping mindlessly as you stared blankly at the screen, you felt the exhaustion wash over you in a wave, and for a moment, even breathing felt difficult. It was a soft meow and a warm nudge to your hand that brought you back into the present as you snapped into attention, nudging your cat’s curious taste buds away from your untouched meal. Sighing and quickly finishing up the leftovers with a grimace when you realized the middle was not warmed up properly, you set the empty plate back onto the table and picked up your can of now lukewarm beer. Laying your head back onto the backrest of the sofa and curling up, you felt the burying of your cat into the warmth of your legs and body as you closed your eyes. The ending of the drama that was showing on the television played a familiar tune and you let yourself drown in the feelings it brought forth in your exhausted state.
The faint sounds of rain pouring outside barely comforted you but yet you turned your head to the side to stare out the window as the tears start to form and fall. You would blame it on overworking, but stuffing your schedule full was the only thing that stopped you from thinking about her again. Eyes flicking down to the little bundle of warmth resting against you, you couldn't help but bite your lips to hold back the sobs as the numbness of exhaustion thawed away for reopening the wound.
You remember how long you had sat down discussing with her as the both of you scrolled through the adoption page. You had moved in with her after a year, and you both felt that it was time for the next step in life where you made the home of two into a family of three. The moment you scrolled down to the next profile, the sight of the pictured small sleeping kitten made you coo and you turned to the woman sitting beside you with a small pout as you read off its written profile. Getting a little one was one of commitment, a promise that you’ll be there for it till the end. The discussion started a couple months ago when you were laying your head on her shoulder as the both of you relaxed on the couch.
“What if we have a kid of our own?”
You could feel the way she turned slightly to look down at you, body slightly tensed. Curling up to her more, you slowly pushed yourself to sit up and look at your lover in her eyes.
“I was thinking that a fur baby would fit really nicely here. We get to come home every day to our child after work and I learned that cats can be leash trained too!”
The way her eyes bored into yours melted your very being as she remained eye contact, hand slowly coming up to stroke your head and pulling you closer to place a gentle peck on your forehead.
“If that is what you want, sure.” Pulling away slightly, she continued with a small playful smile. “But they’re going to take my last name.”
Pulling yourself out of her hold and gasping dramatically, you gave the older woman a light hit onto her arm. “At least put a ring on me first, Ms Bae.” As you started to laugh, a cushion came swinging down onto you cutting it short while Joohyun rained down hits onto you, face flushed and letting out little shouts in the embarrassment of being flustered. When she decided that you had been punished enough, she leaned over you with a satisfied smile and whispered to you.
“That’s Mrs Bae to you, Mrs Bae.”
Although silent to the rest of the world, you could feel your heart beating steadily as she stared into your eyes. The gentle sounds of the rain grounded you to the present, and in that very moment, you understood that you would stop everything in the world just for this very woman. You loved her.
“I like the sound of that, Mrs Bae.”
Your life was supposed to be all set out for you on a nice straight path. You never once wavered in your decisions in life and made the best of what you had and could do. When your path in life intertwined with the force that is Bae Joohyun, you could only let yourself be swept along with her, and by her. Though her schedule was always packed, she had always tried to come home to you and the new addition to your family. Yet somewhere down the line, you realized that it just wasn’t enough. It was the fact that you laid in bed on a stormy night listening to the clock ticking as you wondered if she was safe and warm, did your own bed feel cold and empty. Clenching your fist against the sheets, you stared at the dull shine of the metal band around the ring finger of your right hand before forcing the tears back and shutting your eyes, pleading for a better day.
When you opened your eyes again, the stiffness in your neck made you groan as you sat back up from the sofa and glance around tiredly. Tapping on your phone gave no response as you sighed, realizing you didn’t charge your phone before promptly eating your dinner and passing out on the couch after work. Slowly lifting your head, you squinted at the wall clock telling you that your work shift for the day was about to begin. Shaking the heaviness off your head, you shuffled over to your landline to make a sick call to your company. After a quick reprimanding, you slammed the phone tiredly down to its charging port and stared at your clenched fist, void of the band that kept you tethered to the past. Shaking your head again, you muttered incoherently to yourself while you walked into the bathroom to wash up.
With a towel hung around your neck and feeling much more refreshed, you stepped out of the bathroom to see your cat sitting at your kitchen counter staring curiously at you and giving a soft meow as you approached, leaning down for it to do a head bump with you. A smile broke across your face as the purring started, so you quickly took the chance to place a peck on its face and moved on to whip yourself up some food. The red circle and a cat doodle on the calendar hung on the wall next to the fridge caught your attention as you checked the memo on it. A visit to the vet was due soon for a general checkup. Glancing over at the way the young cat was carefreely grooming on the counter, you briefly wondered if it could remember what happened in the past as vividly as you could.
You could almost smell the scent of disinfectant in the animal emergency care unit and hear the pained cries of the animals in it. Hands shaking as you handed the form over to the main desk, you struggled to take a breath before letting yourself fall into the nearest seat, tears blurring your vision. Glancing down the hallway that your kitten had been carried through, you forced yourself to take a deep breath before pulling out your phone and clicking into the chat. Scrolling through the conversation, it pained you to see how the replies got shorter and shorter until what was left was a wall of text on one side. Shaking your head, you ignored the “do not disturb” sign beside her name and hit the call button. You could feel your stomach twist itself into knots as the tears start flowing, knowing that you shouldn’t be disturbing her when she is at work but surprisingly with each tone of the dial, the calmer you got. When the receiver informed you to leave a message after the tone, you wiped away the last teardrop; finally understanding where you stood and what needed to be done.
Sitting at the dining table, the ticking sounds of the clock failed to unnerve you with determination to get the conversation over with. You waited as she sat down and you had her full attention before removing the ring from your finger and sliding it halfway across the table to her. She held an almost perfect poker face as if fully expecting it, except for the fact you knew her well enough to read her and see through her tells. You don’t doubt that Joohyun could read you just as well, as she sits in silence, almost as if contemplating before she lets out a defeated sigh, her gaze drifting to the kitten snoozing away on the cat tower.
“I’ll be moving out.” You announced to everyone in the room, cutting the silence as you look over at your kitten with sorrow in your eyes. “I’m taking my child with me too.” Without taking your eyes off its sleeping figure, you could already tell that she was about to protest. Cutting her off before she could get a word out, you stood up to emphasize your silent anger. “You weren’t here when I needed you. You weren’t there when our kid needed you. What makes you think that you would have enough time to raise it when you can’t even be here at the most crucial moment?”
You were willing to push aside the treatment towards you but when it came down to the very commitment the both of you promised to share, enough was enough. It wasn't a matter of hours, but days. When you first noticed something wrong, you had texted her to not disturb her at work and let the feeling of guilt bother you while she halfheartedly reassured you that everything will be fine.
The last two messages you sent to her were all that needed to be said.
I'm in the animal ER. Our kid wasn't waking up. I don't know what to do. I need you here, please.
We need to talk.
A part of you wanted to blame her for everything, but the more rational part of you was just too tired, too numb to make excuses. It was that part of you that decided it was best to stop the hurt the fastest way possible, to seal away everything and drag yourself forward through life. You dedicated yourself to your work and getting the best out of your paycheck for yourself and your cat. After all, memories just remain as past experiences, and the future is what you make for it to be. As happy as you were with Joohyun, every day seemed like a dream too good to be true. Perhaps it was because of so that you used up all your happiness given too quickly and everything came crashing down.
Yet the sun rises and the skies clear for another day, and the pains of yesterday washes away. For today, you’ll continue to walk on like nothing happened yet again and for tomorrow, you’ll leave the sadness to become part of yet another memory.
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zairene · 8 months
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more misc. earth 42! miles morales bf headcanons <3
genre: headcanons
a/n: i reallllyyy hate writer’s block. anyways ty guys in the delulus server for helping cure my writers block for this one!! ily guys mwah mwah <3!!
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miles has enormous baby fever. no matter how many times you would tell him you guys are both too young and very unfinancially stable, he couldn’t help himself. you both could be just chilling in his room and all of a sudden you would see his face soften and a super high pitched, “awwww…” come out of his mouth. from that one thing alone you already knew what he was about to show you. “y/n! look! isn’t she so cute?” you would shake your head and then he would go into this long rant on how he’d think you both make great parents. “can we at least finish highschool first, miles?” you said. he sighed dramatically and fell into your arms. “yeah, i know. ‘m just excited.” “trust me, i know.”
miles likes to stalk your socials. yes, in a weird way. everytime you post yourself on your feed, he’s always spamming the comments with how beautiful you are and how you’re his, or whenever you post yourself on your story and you get numerous story replies after you post yourself to your favorite song. but afterwards he’s scanning to see anybody else who says anything that’s not just complimenting you. he’s spotted a few guys call you “bae” or something in the comments and he’s always in the replies correcting them as quick as possible. or whenever you post the anonymous links on your story, and someone says that they have a crush on you but they’re scared to say so, or something like that, he’s quick to take your phone and post himself on your story saying how much you loved your boyfriend. that would stop these weirdos from hitting on you, at least that’s what he thinks.
miles’ mom actually loves you. from the first time you met her, she already knew that you were meant for miles when you called her mrs. morales instead of rio. miles’ friends had a habit of calling her that and she would be this close to smacking them across the forehead. they do profusely apologize after but the first impression would always leave a bad taste in her mouth. now, she asks miles to bring you over all the time and she even calls you her second daughter.
miles isn’t a ‘going outside of his house for every date kind of guy.’ he’s more of a wanting to just come to your house and chill in your room while y’all watch and rant about movies. his favorite date with you was when you listened to the new brent faiyaz album, wasteland, while he watched you braid your hair. of course you both go to the movies or the mall every now and then—but he just wanted to be alone with you with no one else around because that’s how it always feels to be with you.
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officialdaydreamer00 · 4 months
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✦ If I may ask, is it wrong for a mortal to wish for a god? May my hopes and dreams to embrace Idia be brought to fruition? Or will they just be scattered like stars in the sky..?
I apologize for two Idia asks already, sadly he is on of my favorites ✧
"... Child of mortals, one truth you must understand
To love a god, a great risk you put in your hands
Tragedies shall ensue, for the ichor you lack
For love should a god falls, there is no turning back."
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pairing: idia shroud x reader
content: short drabble, hurt/probably no comfort, character death, ichor's effect on humans is probably inaccurately described, idia has yet to meet his persephone here, angst :) , greek mythology
the oracle speaks — this hurts my soul to write (not really but still)
The Fates cannot save you now. I am sorry, my child.
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— you couldn't breathe.
each inhale was a wave of pain you had to endure. your lungs felt like they were burning, it made everything physically hurt to just breathe.
tears poured out from your dulling eyes like rivers, its coolness was like a salve to your burning skin. but it wasn't enough.
what had you done to deserve a fate like this?
"no... no, nonononononono—" you heard a familiar voice muttered, then a pair of arms wrapped around your sore body, cradling you in his hold. "this- this wasn't supposed to happen—"
his cool hand cupped your cheek, sending yet another painful throb to your brain. it took you everything to even open your eyes, bloody lips stretched into a pained smile as you saw his distinctive glowing blue hair. wisps of blue fire caressed your skin, light like feathers.
"i'm sorry, my king." your throat felt dry, the beautiful voice he adored hearing was now reduced to mere rasps. oh, how it felt like godly stabs to his immortal heart, seeing you in such a state.
his mind briefly wandered to just a moment before, when the ichor he spilt had made its way onto your delicate mortal skin. thus, putting you on the line to the underworld for eternity to come. you would be with him, still, it was just not the same.
tears pooled the corner of his eyes, he wondered if this was his fault, or it was a cruel destiny the fates had set for him. his cold lips pressed a kiss on your burning forehead, a grim reminder of your horrible demise.
"you deserve to reach elysium. i will make sure of it." he murmured, holding back his tears as he witnessed the fates snip your cord, ending your suffering at last.
his quiet voice, laced thick with sorrow was the last thing you heard, before you fell into a slumber, never to wake up again.
"I am so sorry, my love."
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twice-inamillion · 2 months
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The Company
Interlude 1
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Smut and Story Building 
1,185 Words
(A small timeskip. Will be introducing some new characters and imporant events) 
It’s been a couple of months since you and Jessica hooked up. The weekend was one of many nights that the two of you spent together. At first, she made the excuse of visiting IU and Taeyeon and would try to get a quick one before meeting them. You know her trick and obviously didn’t reject the offer. Instead, you made sure to pump a load or two before she left to meet her friends. 
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With two confirmed groups for the company, you took some time to get to know them without exposing your position as CEO. You came up with a false position as a trainer/staff to better know some of the trainees before their official debut. 
Your assistants were fine with the idea since it gave you a chance to be involved in their bi-weekly evaluation process, but not most felt that way. There were some staff that were a bit stressed by your presence by having the CEO breathing down their back. You assured them that they could act normally and that your focus was on the trainees.
After the first week, their stress disappeared due to how involved you were with the trainees. They enjoyed watching you become a backup dancer, even cheering you as you took off your shirt. 
“Wow, such a hot body!”
You turned around to catch the person who yelled that but only saw the girls holding their laugh. 
“Alright, let’s end this here. Good job, girls,” says one of the female trainers. 
You return to the seats and grab a towel to wipe yourself off. Through the large room-sized mirror, you see someone eyeing you, biting her lip as you dry your face. 
“Jennie unnie, let’s go. We need to head out and get to class,” says the girl next to her. The girls gather their bags and rush out the door. 
“CEO nim, sorry for the rude comment the girls made. I’ll talk to them later today,” says the female trainer.
“Don’t worry about it. They’re just being playful. No harm done.”
“Thank you for being so understanding.”
“Also, what's the girl’s name again?” pretending not to know her.
“Her name is Kim Jennie, aka Jennie.”
Later that day, while waiting in the cafeteria line, you get a feeling of someone eyeing you and notice it’s Jennie sitting across the room with four other girls. You grab your food, take your tray to an empty table, and begin eating. That feeling of someone watching you continues throughout lunch, even as you pass by them to return your tray. 
You change your outfit, return to your office, and pull up the group’s file:
Group A:
Kim, Jisoo
Kim, Jennie
Cho, Miyeon
Park, Chaeyoung 
Manobal, Lisa
Group B:
Irene
Kang Seulgi
Son Wendy
Park Joy
You look at Jennie’s file and see numerous comments stating that she has an ‘It girl” factor based on her looks, language, rapping skills, and stage presence. Many state they have hopes for her in the group. You look at her pictures and videos from her evaluations and can’t help but want to get to know her. After much thinking, you decide to make her your new toy as you close her file.
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You leave the practice room, walk towards the hallways, and see Irene. You stop, look through the window slot, and see her together with her future girl group. You watch as she stands in front of the group, plays the music, and gets into formation. 
“They’re good. Irene chose some good members.” 
You take out your phone and take a quick snap but forget to turn off the flash; Irene turns her head and sees your apologetic face. She runs to the door and opens it, yelling at you to go away. You run and turn the corner, laughing out loud as some of the staff members look at you with worried expressions, as they have never seen the CEO act this way. 
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Throughout the next week weeks, you notice Jennie throughout the company or calling you to move some furniture around when the rest of the members are not around, and you’re surprised by the way she talks to you so comfortably, “Oppa, can you move that over there? Is to heavy for me” as she pouts. “Sure, don’t worry about it” carrying some heavy boxes from one corner of the living room and into another. You tell yourself that you shouldn’t have played the staff role since you’ve been busy recently, but you can’t blow your cover, so instead, you suck it up for a bit longer. 
“Here, that’s it. Anything else?”
“No.” She comes close to you and touches your biceps, “You’re so strong, oppa. Do you work out a lot?”
“I do work out a bit here and there” as you flex your muscles. She claps and says, “Wow, does that mean you’re strong?”
You pick her front her waist with much ease, making her yelp from the surprise, and say, “Wait, what are you doing?” You spin her around once, then hear the door open and see the other four members enter the apartment. Immediately, you put her down, and the both of you pretend that nothing happened, but the girls see Jennie’s reaction and can’t help but laugh. 
“Alight, I’ll take my leave if there is nothing else for me to do.” 
“Jennie, don’t you want to say goodbye to oppa?”
Jennie turns red and covers her face from the teasing of her members as you exit their apartment. 
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You get a phone call and see that it's from Jessica. When you answer the phone, you can hear her upset, almost crying. “Jessica, what’s wrong?” There is a short silence and a cry until she finally speaks up, “Can you pick me up?” Worried you let her know that you’ll be there in a couple of minutes in front of her apartment. 
When you arrive, you see that she is waiting by the entrance of the building with a small suitcase and bag. She comes in a hurry, so you quickly open the door and load her items inside. You arrive at your apartment and settle her things down; you offer her something to drink as she sits on the couch. “Would you like something to drink?” She gives it some thought and eventually says, “I think I’ll go for a tea.” You’re surprised by her choice since she normally gets some wine whenever she visits. 
You hand over the drink and sit next to her, asking her what’s wrong and why she’s so upset. She breaks down and says repeatedly that it’s not fair. “What do you mean by it’s not fair? What happened?”
“The company and the girls are kicking me out of the group.” 
“What? Why?”
Jessica stands up and undoes her thick coat, revealing a small bump. In a panic, you say, “Are you…”
She nods and says, “Yeah, I’m pregnant with your child.”
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lucindasthighs · 8 months
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Yknow I wish they played with Aphmau's depression more in mcd
After Aaron died, she almost completely shut down, understandably so. But after like a few episodes, she was kinda back to normal (still very much grieving tho) and I think that sucks.
Show me a broken lord that has lost someone so dear to them. For the first time, there is no "rescue", no "we'll find a way." He is dead and gone, and she couldn't stop it.
Show me an empty warrior who can't enjoy the peaceful present because he's not there. Garroth is, and he is a constant reminder of what happened. It's not his fault, no, but she can't bear to look at him and see someone else.
Show me Irene, who once again has gone numb. But this time, her lord of shadows was not unfairly persecuted. He surrendered himself, and somehow, that's worse.
But Aphmau is not Irene. And this time, she can pick herself back up. Little by little, piece by piece.
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perfectsunlight · 9 months
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𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬
𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟑.𝟐𝐤
𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝: ✔
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬.
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“i want to see you.”
you ran a hand through your hair, letting irene’s statement run through your mind as you held your phone in the other. it was always like this. the same song and dance, the same rhyme and rhythm. you knew this was a bad idea, but for some reason you always found yourself falling right back into the motions.
“i don’t know, joohyun.” the answer you gave her was one you always said, it was your scripted excuse. you always said you didn’t know, but you always knew you’d end up beside her in bed.
the sigh from the other end of the phone was also something you had often heard before. 
“please.” 
her whisper was loud enough to hear since the phone was next to your ear, and you could already feel an all too familiar feeling bubbling inside your chest. your silence however, was interrupted by the idol woman once again.
“just one last time.”
and like all the other nights before, you knew you couldn’t say no. you could never say no to her.
your foot stepped out of the taxi before you exited the vehicle. ​​the moonlight, filtering through wispy clouds, casts an ethereal glow that adds an otherworldly ambiance. it painted a mosaic of muted grays and blacks, revealing only glimpses of the surrounding landscape—twisted tree branches reaching out like skeletal fingers, silhouettes of buildings standing tall and mysterious, and the faint glimmer of distant stars.
as you shut the door, you could hear the driver pull away as your feet lead you down the same sidewalk you had walked on every other night. the familiar path felt both comforting and unsettling. each step brought you closer to her, closer to the embrace of uncertainty that consumed your heart. the city of seoul was hushed, as if it held its breath in anticipation of your arrival. the only sounds were the echoes of your own footsteps on the pavement, a rhythmic cadence that mirrored the racing of your pulse.
you approached the building where irene resided, its facade cloaked in shadows. the dimly lit entrance beckoned you forward, a portal to a world where reality blurred with desire and consequences were momentarily forgotten. as you reached for the doorknob, a rush of apprehension coursed through your veins, but it was drowned out by the simple fact that you knew the woman inside was waiting for you.
for a moment, you needed to remind yourself that you agreed to come see her again.
inside, the hallway was bathed in a dim glow emanating from scattered lampposts, casting elongated shadows along the walls. with each step, your resolve wavered, but you pushed forward, unable to resist the gravitational pull that drew you to her.
the elevator ride up was silent, the only sound being the soft hum of the ascending lift. your reflection in the mirrored walls seemed to mirror your inner turmoil, the image of someone torn between surrendering to passion and battling against the inevitable heartache. your heart pounded in your chest, echoing the anxious beat of anticipation.
irene always made your heart beat right out of your chest, even if it was for all of the wrong reasons.
the doors slid open, revealing the corridor outside her door. the soft glow of muted lights spilled from the gaps beneath it, casting a warm glow that both welcomed and warned. you hesitated for a moment, your hand hovering over the door, the weight of the choices you had made before, and the one you were about to  make again, heavy on your shoulders.
with a deep breath, you knocked gently. after a slight pause, the door swung open, revealing a sight that both comforted and haunted you. 
irene stood there, a vision in the dimly lit room. her eyes, filled with a mixture of longing and vulnerability, locked with yours. it was a silent plea, an invitation to cross the threshold and surrender to the night–to surrender to her. 
without words, you stepped into her world, the door closing behind you, shutting out your voices of logic and reason in the process. 
inside, the atmosphere was charged with unspoken desires and unfinished conversations. the air felt heavy, thick with the weight of past encounters and the anticipation of what was yet to come. the room itself was adorned with a delicate balance of charisma and illusion, as if it were an extension of irene's enigmatic persona.
the presence of the silver-tongued woman enveloped you, drawing you closer like a moth to a flame. she reached out, her fingertips grazing your cheek, sending shivers down your spine. the touch was electric, adding fuel to a fire only she could ignite.
“we do this every time, irene,” you whispered into the darkness, staring at her as she continued to caress your cheek. “i want more, but i’m not yours.”
the idol’s demeanor remained unchanged, as if you were saying something so trivial that it truly meant nothing to her. it was like all irene ever heard from you were words, words that you always said to her to try and make her feel something more for you.
but irene didn’t ever change the way she felt about you because she never felt anything more for you. not now, not ever.
“i know,” the woman answered while leaning in closer to your lips. “but you’re still mine.”
the words hung in the air, weaving a complex web of desire and deception. her breath caressed your skin, her lips a whisper away from yours, tempting you to give in once again. it was a dangerous game she played, intertwining pleasure with pain, leaving you entangled in her spell.
you tried to resist the magnetic pull, the allure that she exuded effortlessly. but in that moment, rationality crumbled under the weight of your longing, your craving for a connection that surpassed the boundaries she had set. your heart waged war with your mind, torn between the knowledge of her manipulation and the intoxicating allure she wielded so effortlessly.
the room seemed to pulse with a clandestine energy, as if it held secrets that whispered through the cracks in the walls. it was a place where truths remained unspoken, where darkness and desire danced in harmony. but beneath the allure, you knew the truth—she was a master of illusion, a temptress who lured unsuspecting souls into her web.
with a surge of determination, you mustered the strength to break free from her grasp, the electricity of her touch still tingling on your skin. your voice wavered, laced with a mixture of vulnerability and defiance.
"no, irene," you whispered, your words carrying the weight of a final plea. "i won't be a pawn in your game of manipulation. i deserve more than this illusion of intimacy."
her eyes flickered with a mix of surprise and frustration, the cracks in her composed facade widening ever so slightly. for a fleeting moment, vulnerability flashed across her features, a glimpse of the person she hid behind her manipulative mask. but it was quickly replaced by a mask of indifference, a shield against her own emotions.
"you're always so stubborn," she murmured, her voice tinged with a hint of something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. "but remember, you came to me willingly. you're the one who keeps coming back."
her words hit you like a dagger, piercing through the fragile armor you had built around yourself. she was right, in a twisted sense. you had willingly walked into this labyrinth of desire and deceit, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. 
you couldn’t answer her, because she was right. even though she called, you always answered. at any moment, you could have said no, but you never did. this was your doing just as much as hers.
with tears of frustration falling from your eyes, you leaned in and closed the distance between your lips. words were unnecessary, for your bodies spoke a language that transcended the conversation itself.
as the night unfolded, you found solace in each other's arms. the weight of your inhibitions slipped away, replaced by a raw, unfiltered connection. every touch, every kiss, was an act of surrender to the irresistible pull that had brought you together once again.
irene was under you, her hands tangled in your hair and your tears falling onto her face. you wanted to scream at her, to cry, to do a million things all at once, but you couldn’t escape her. you had never been able to push her away without pulling her back in.
“i hate you. i hate you so much. but i love you.” you whispered against her lips, feeling the way irene’s hands slid to the hem of your shirt. the older woman only chuckled, tugging your shirt over your head. “i know, darling. i know you do.” and with that, she leaned in for another passionate kiss.
the room became a sanctuary of tangled limbs and muted cries, a battleground where pleasure and pain merged into a bittersweet symphony. each moment etched itself into your memory, blurring the lines between ecstasy and anguish. 
it was a dance of contradictions, a collision of two souls entangled in a web of both of your making.
you moved together, bodies synchronized in a rhythm born from familiarity. the physical union spoke volumes, drowning out the unspoken words that lingered between you. in that space, nothing else mattered—no past, no future, only the present moment, where time stood still.
but even in the throes of passion, an unspoken truth lingered. 
you both knew that this would end as it always did, with the fading embers of desire and the weight of regret settling upon your chests. the knowledge that your hearts would remain unfulfilled gnawed at the edges of your consciousness, threatening to shatter the fragile illusion you had created.
as the intensity peaked, irene's voice mingled with your ragged breaths, whispering words that carried both tenderness and a hint of resignation.
"i can't promise you more," she confessed, her voice laced with a touch of feigned guilt. "but you should know that by now." irene always did this. she always played the victim, making herself the sad and lonely idol who needed someone to use to forget about her problems. even your own friends told you to stop seeing the idol because even they knew she would never see you as someone more than a midnight vice.
in that instant, the truth echoed louder than ever before. your souls were intertwined in a paradoxical dance of need and denial, bound by a connection that defied reason. it was a twisted embrace, one that offered both solace and torment, leaving you trapped in a cycle of longing.
but you already knew that. you had always known that.
your emotions enveloped you, wrapping around your entwined bodies as you finally succumbed to the pull of desire. in that moment, nothing else mattered. the night held its secrets, and you willingly surrendered to its embrace.
as the final waves of pleasure subsided, you lay entangled in each other's arms, the room steeped in a familiar unbreakable silence. it was a silence that spoke volumes, a silence that carried the weight of your broken heart and irene’s twisted words.
you gazed into irene's eyes, searching for answers that would never come. in that moment, you realized the futility of trying to change what could not be changed. the realization brought a bittersweet liberation—a letting go of the illusions that had held you captive for so long.
with a heavy heart, you disentangled yourself from her embrace, collecting the fragments of your shattered desires. the room felt emptier now, devoid of the charged energy that had once filled it. it was time to step away from the dance, to find the strength within yourself to break free from the cycle that bound you to irene.
as you dressed in silence, the air thick with unsaid goodbyes, you knew that this would be the last time. the last time you would succumb to the allure of her touch, the last time you would seek solace in the hollow promises she whispered in the dark.
with one final glance, you turned away, walking towards the door that separated you from a future untethered by manipulation and unrequited longing. the weight of what could have been clung to your shoulders, but with each step you could feel the tears in your eyes forming once again.
the door closed behind you, shutting out the room's lingering ghosts, and as you stepped into the night, a mixture of immense sadness and longing washed over you. why did you miss her already? why did you suddenly want to run back inside and let her hold you tight in her web of lies? how could you let this happen to yourself?
as you walked into the unknown, you vowed to find a love that would be built on honesty, authenticity, and reciprocity—a love that would liberate rather than ensnare. 
but amidst the emotions inside your heart, there lingered a bittersweet undercurrent of knowing. deep down, you were aware that this momentary escape would only fuel the flames of longing, making the eventual separation all the more agonizing. 
once you returned home you laid in your own bed and cried again. you were never allowed to stay in irene’s arms for long. you were not hers, you never were, and never will be. with you tossing and turning in your sheets, you realized that the only thing harder than sleeping alone was sleeping with her ghost.
the hours slipped away and the first hints of dawn colored the sky, with reality beginning to seep back into your mind. the memories of hushed whispers and stolen glances now carried a tinge of melancholy, for you understood that transient nature of your rendezvous. 
the next day dragged on slowly, making your heart ache more with this endless longing for irene. you were tired beyond description. everything hurt, inside and out, and the absence from her was killing you. she was like a drug, really. 
and you were an addict, hooked on her illusions and deceptions. you knew she wasn’t good for you, but whenever you were without her it felt like you were going through withdrawals.
once the sky turned into a mural of blue and black, you found yourself sitting in the back of the taxi with a hoodie over your head and eyelashes wet from crying. the sounds of the road and the night time radio filled the otherwise quiet car ride. how ironic was it that a red velvet song started playing during the drive?
maybe it was a sign? maybe you were doing the right thing?
upon arriving at your destination, you climbed out of the cab and began walking briskly down the path you knew all too well. your tears fell from your eyes as you rode the same elevator up, looking at your reflection that seemed to be even more shattered now. 
once the doors opened up, you walked briskly down the hall with balled fists and eyes full of pain. irene’s front door came into view, and you knocked three times like you always did.
and per usual, the idol woman opened it, staring at you with her eyes of lust and mouth full of lies.
“one last time.” you whispered, voice crackling as tears cascaded down your cheeks even faster.
irene only smugly smirked at you, the machiavellian mastermind pulling you inside by the arm. “one last time.” 
as irene pulled you closer, her touch igniting that familiar fire within you, you felt a tumultuous blend of emotions coursing through your veins. every fiber of your being screamed for release, for a final taste of the intoxicating spell she wove around you.
in the depths of your heart, you knew this was a dangerous game. 
you were willingly stepping back into the web she had carefully spun, knowing full well the consequences that awaited you on the other side. but there was a part of you, a part that craved her touch and longed for the illusion of intimacy she provided, that couldn't resist the allure.
as your lips met in a desperate embrace, a collision of passion and anguish, time seemed to stand still. the room faded away, leaving only the two of you entwined in a battle of wills and desires. with each movement, each stolen breath, you clung to the fleeting moments that were slipping through your fingers.
but deep down, you understood the fragility of the illusion. beneath the surface, the cracks were growing wider, threatening to shatter the delicate façade that had kept you enthralled for far too long. you knew that once this encounter ended, you would once again be left with emptiness and regret, your heart in tatters.
yet, in that moment, you couldn't help but surrender to the familiar rhythm of passion and deceit. the weight of your unspoken words mingled with the heaviness of your tears, as if the truth itself was drowning in the whirlpool of your emotions.
a part of you wanted to believe that this could be different. 
that somehow, in this final act, you could break free from the chains that bound you to irene. but deep down, you knew it was just an illusion—a last-ditch effort to salvage what little remained of your shattered connection.
when the final whispers of ecstasy faded and reality began to seep back into the room, a hollowness settled within you. the weight of what could have been pressed upon your chest, threatening to suffocate any remnants of hope that lingered.
as you lay there, entangled yet distant, the truth hung in the air like a bitter aftertaste. this was the end, the culmination of a twisted dance that had consumed both your heart and your sanity. there would be no more chances, no more illusions to cling to.
with an aching heart, you untangled yourself from irene's grasp, feeling a mix of longing and resentment coursing through your veins. the room felt colder now, the remnants of your time together mocking you from every corner.
as you hastily dressed, you could feel irene's eyes upon you, a smug satisfaction dancing in her gaze. she had won, once again manipulating your emotions to serve her own desires. but this time, something within you had shifted. a spark of defiance flickered in your eyes as you looked at her one last time.
"no more," you whispered, your voice tinged with false strength. "this is truly the end. i am not yours."
irene's smirk never faltered. with a dismissive chuckle, her eyes shone full of the same lustful arrogance that had drawn you in time and time again.
"you'll be back," she declared, her voice dripping with a mix of confidence and cruelty. “you are still mine.”
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it’ll belong to us (unnie!irene x fem!reader high school au)
literally inspired by a clip of an irene fancall where she does fanservice pretending to be an unnie. + lyrics of “secret tape” by sunmi. will probably write sequels to this too lol
CW: just angsty fluffy ambiguous confessions/coming out
word count: ~1700
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would you show me a little of your time?
i just need a little bit of it
“i’ll come pick you up after your exam.”
joohyun tapped your chin with a gentle finger, unable to suppress an amused smile at your crestfallen expression. “yah, i have school to go to too, you know.”
“that early?” you complained, even though you knew it was futile when bae joohyun made up her mind.
the older student looked at you for just a moment. or maybe not…?
“what do you want as an after school treat?” she slung her backpack onto her shoulder, moving toward the door.
“nothing.” you pouted, only to hear your unnie chuckle.
“uh huh. see you tomorrow afternoon!”
you sighed, locking the door behind joohyun and shuffling back to your late night cramming.
the next day was miserable, as math exam days went. you studied furtively in korean and english class, but by the time biology rolled around you couldn’t be bothered and just spaced out sleepily. the weather was beautiful out the window. you knew joohyun was in that direction, just half a kilometer away, probably in gym class and walking laps around the track arm-in-arm with her friends. how much you’d give, just to feel the sun on your skin and chatter with her for half an hour.
it wasn’t fair when the lottery assigned you to one high school, and joohyun to the other. it was comical, when you lived two doors down from each other. each morning, you met up early on the street to chat or exchange your mothers’ extra batches of banchan. joohyun’s activities as a student body vice president meant some mornings she had to depart way too early in the morning—today happened to be one such day. you’d usually see each other off with a good luck hug on big exam days like yours, but duty called joohyun.
you sighed, dropping your chin to the desk until the observant teacher called your name. one more class period…an awful exam…and then joohyun would walk across the neighborhood to pick you up, just as she promised. bae joohyun never broke her promises.
as expected, the exam ran overtime. you weren’t the last to leave the room, but you grew fed up with triple checking your answers and knew that joohyun had probably arrived at the school gates by now. you hopped up, dropping off your test before speed walking out the door.
“y/n-ah!” joohyun called, waving furiously to get your attention as if she wasn’t standing in her usual spot. a few students turned their heads with amused curiosity, one pair of your grade mates giggling to each other. you couldn’t bring yourself to care very much, skipping across the yard with a broad enough smile that drew delighted laughter from your unnie.
“hi joohyun unnie,” you said, peeking your head through the bars and miming being a prisoner. “will you set me free?”
“oh, stop fooling around,” joohyun rolled her eyes, reaching around the post to tug you onto her side. she smiled, reaching up to rearrange your disheveled bangs in her usual impulse. “how was the test?”
“it was fine.” you shrugged, not particularly interested in pursuing the topic.
“did you check your answers?”
“two and a half times.” you started to walk, towing joohyun away from the godforsaken institution. she fell into lockstep with you, her arm automatically looping into yours.
“two and a half?” her brows knitted, trying to decipher what that meant.
“i gave up on the third pass because i’d keep you waiting,” you admitted, trying at an appeasing expression. joohyun frowned.
“you…” she trailed off, giving up on the scolding. “i brought you bungeobbang. choux cream.”
“oh!” you beamed, accepting the greasy wax bag and taking a bite out the head of the fish bread. the filling was still warm and fresh. “you’re the best, unnie. i love you.”
joohyun laughed softly, and you watched from the corner of your eye as she briefly dipped her head away from you.
truth be told, joohyun was acting strangely lately. it didn’t quite make much sense, but she suddenly seemed both clingier and more reserved at the same time. you’d wracked your brain to try and remember if anything had happened to trigger this change, or if you had done something wrong. you couldn’t for the life of you recall anything specific.
“unnie, do you have to head home?” you asked, stopping at a quiet crosswalk. cross the street straight and you’d make it home; a left turn, and your feet would take you to your favorite cafe. having missed your morning meeting, you figured an hour or two at a cafe wouldn’t hurt.
“yeah,” joohyun answered immediately. “gotta work out a few logistics for the year end festival.”
“oh,” you said, let down for the second time. joohyun sighed, turning to grasp your hands in hers until you looked up at her.
“it’s the end of the year, us seniors have a lot to attend to,” she said gently. you wilted slightly. your year gap was something that you liked hearing less and less of.
because bae joohyun would, of course, graduate with perfect marks. then, she’d probably disappear north to attend some top seoul university, be a star student and the talk of the town up there, and forget little old you, back in your stinky old hometown.
it was a chance childhood connection and against all odds that someone like joohyun had a best friend like you. she was even the talk of your school, her reputation as the most beautiful girl in this whole town drawing boys from your school to peek into after school student body meeting windows.
she was looking at you with those pretty doe eyes now, pleading for your understanding and probably a little too hung up on what you had to say about her time.
“mmkay,” you sighed, trying not to look too pitiful. the walk light changed, and joohyun threaded her fingers through yours as you crossed the street together. she glanced over at you when she thought you wouldn’t notice, squeezing your hand once with a silent apology.
the walk was short, of course. you two stopped in front of your house, which was the closer one from your origin. she turned to look at you again, her eyes warm as she regarded you.
“talk to you later,” you said sullenly, but she caught your arm and kept you in place.
“i’ll ask my mom if you can come over for dinner, okay?”
you looked up at her, unable to ignore the unconcealed hope in her expression as she extended her olive branch. you sighed, pretending to consider her offer until she let out an annoyed whine.
“okay, fine.” you sighed dramatically.
joohyun nodded, her expression brightening. the conversation could’ve ended there, yet there was something that rooted the two of you in place.
“i’ll miss you,” you blurted, your gaze darting across her face as you tried to decipher bae joohyun’s penchant for unreadability. “when you graduate.”
the older student exhaled through her nose, still clutching your arm as if the northward wind would blow her away that instant.
“i’ll miss you too,” she said softly, and you knew she meant it. she tucked an errant lock of hair out of your face, her lips pressing into a saddened smile. “i don’t know what i’m gonna do without you.”
“you’ll be just fine,” you shook your head. “i’m not worried about you. who’s gonna bother me about triple checking my work?”
joohyun laughed weakly. “you don’t give yourself enough credit.” she rested a hand on your cheek, giving it a gentle pinch. “you’re a clever kid.”
she gave you that look, in moments when you grew acutely aware of the difference between the two of you. it wasn’t pity, or anything like that, rather a reminder that in some ways, you were always chasing after her.
“text me, all right?” you moved to turn and retreat into your house gate, but she kept a grip on your elbow. you looked up at her curiously, about to make a playful comment about how she seemed to like playing hard to get, when the look in her eyes made your thoughts stutter to a halt.
she pulled you into the shelter of your house gate, out of the narrow residential street, and kissed you. it was short and chaste, but on the lips, and it made your heart fairly stop in your heart. it was over as soon as it started, joohyun pulling away and her eyes fluttering open.
she looked at you as if you’d been the one to kiss her.
“sorry.” joohyun said, releasing your elbow. her cheeks were nearly red, you realized, her gaze fixed on the brick wall by your side. she sniffled softly, and your heart dropped.
“hey, don’t cry,” you reached out to grab the sides of her arms. “why’re we talking like this? it’s not like you’re leaving tomorrow.”
“yeah, i know.” joohyun laughed once, her lip trembling. you could see the panic growing in her eyes, as she began to realize what had happened. she started backpedaling. “sorry, i just…i got emotional and…i’m being weird, i'm so sorry—”
“you’re not weird,” you replied gently, automatically. “well, not for feeling this way, anyway.”
joohyun finally looked up, and her beautiful face was tragically, nearly poetically distraught. your best friend was not frequently vulnerable, not even around her family or close friends. it was all the unbelievably similar ways the two of you aligned that seemed to set joohyun at ease, unlike with anybody else in her life.
so maybe this had happened because she had seen it in you, too; in the way you’d looked at her for the past ten years of your lives, falling in deep before you knew what any of it meant.
you threaded your arms around her neck, pulling her close into a tight embrace.
“you’re not weird.” you muttered, and turned to press a sweet kiss to her cheek. a thousand emotions settled in the eye of the storm, until nothing mattered but memorizing the girl in your arms. “none of this is weird at all.”
joohyun melted into your hold, and you knew the relief that was washing over her, because you could feel it, too.
the exhale of a love that could breathe for the first time.
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Reader being best friends with Seulgi who introduces Irene to them. Reader ends up falling hard for Irene who seems to reciprocate the feelings. They go on a few dates and it seems to go very well. Just when reader is about to ask Irene to become official, Irene confesses and apologizes that she made a mistake, she actually likes Seulgi.
Don’t kill me please😭
Well, my first piece of writing of this new era can only start with two of my beloved wives. Actually, even if it's an evil request, I'm not mad about it. I'm pretty happy about it, because I really liked the plot, probably this is my first real angst story.
"Will I ever see you again?"
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Red Velvet Irene X N Gender Reader (ft. Seulgi)
Genre: Angst
"Yah! Kang Seulgi, you're always late!", you shout at the girl running in your direction with a goofy walk.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, the dance practice lasted more than I thought", she apologizes, panting, before taking you between her arms for a big hug.
Seulgi has always been the softest person in your life. You became best friends in her rookie days and from that moment she never let you down. In fact you were not really mad at her, you were just having fun and teasing her. You learned pretty fast that time in an idol life was relative and you were just happy about her finding always time for you, despite being busy.
"Don't worry, bestie. I know you're hella busy with the preparation for last comeback. Honestly I am kinda surprised because you are less late than usual", you reassure her, giggling a bit about the silly smile that appears on her face.
"Oh, that's because my friend Irene took me here by car. Now she's parking because I invited her to join us...I hope it's not a problem for you?", she explains, a natural aegyo coming as it usually happens when she asks for a favor.
Honestly that was not a problem at all, you were so enthusiastic about having her friend there with you for your cozy hangout. You have always been a big fan of them as group, but even if you meet her members in different occasions like birthdays, you never were able to really become their friends too.
Irene, in particular, always catched your attention: she was not just super pretty, she had this elegant aura about her that made you curious. She was always kinda fierce so you were scared of approaching her and even that day you felt a bit nervous, but the presence of Seulgi gave you the courage of finally talking to her.
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The hangout was a success. Not only you discovered that Irene was maybe more soft than Seulgi, but you two immediately clicked and talked a lot without the help of Seulgi. You couldn't believe at that last part of that night. You were about to drop off from her car when...
"Hey, can you give me your number? I think we should go out some other times", the older girl said, putting an hand on your arm softly.
And if that was not enough, you two even started to chat at every hour of the day. Probably you were talking more with her than with your bestfriend, at that point organizing your first date was only natural.
You opted to meet her in a cute cafè to replicate the chill vibe of your first meeting. It never happened to you to feel so connected to someone you met few days before. Irene seemed like the perfect partner for you: she was soft but passionate, elegant yet funny, a beauty but also a dork.
That was just the first of a serie of dates that went on for months, until a Friday night she was at your house, you two were just chilling and cuddling on the couch, a silly romantic movie was playing in the background. Honestly you were not looking at all the screen, you couldn't stop looking at her lips.
And it had to be so evident and clear that it made Irene chuckle. She called you "silly"...before staring at your lips too. The atmosphere was perfect and the time seemed to stop, exactly like you when her lips touched yours. It last a second but in your mind it was an hour long. From that moment of the night, your memories are blurres, just pure ecstasy on your mind.
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You two agreed on you meeting the night after through texts. You were so busy and nervous about finally asking her to become official, that you didn't even notice her different tone. Probably in that moment you just thought that she was in hurry or something like that.
You arrived at her dorm pretty early, too much impatient to see her again and asking her that question that was more important than your entire life. Basically she was about to make your dream come true.
"Hi! Irene is waiting for you in her room...", Joy said, opening the door. She seemed troubled, almost if she wanted to add something but in the end decided to not do it.
You didn't really give that detail too much importance, your mind was focused on that single question, all the rest could wait in that moment. "Hey baby", you greeted Irene, entering in the room.
She smiled at you, hearing your words, but it was not her usual shy and cute smile, it was almost...sour? Sad? You couldn't tell, but you were starting to read the room
"I have to tell you something", you started, already eager to make her hear the discourse your prepared and repeated during the entire day.
"Wait...I have to tell you something too...and it's more important, I think", she said, biting her lips, her eyes looking at every corner of the room, except the one where you were standing.
"I think you already know what you want to tell me: it's about all our dates and...well, our kiss of last night, right? It was such a beautiful moment, wasn't It?", she kept talking, making you smile at the thought of that memory.
"I thought about it and...please don't hate me, but I think we should stop seeing each other", she said in a cold breath, her eyes looking into yours.
But your eyes were empty, maybe full of tears, but empty like the universe. Your head seemed about to fall off, your heart about to melt and your stomach about to explode.
"Please, understand me. I think you are a great person and deserve all the love of this world. You really made me feel special...but my heart has space only for a person. Again, don't hate me, but I love Seulgi", she concluded, biting her tongue this time, she could clearly tell how hurt you were at her words.
Probably she told you something else later, but your body and mind stopped working listening to that cruel sentence. "I love Seulgi", those words were on repeat on your mind, making you shake and tremble so bad that Irene got worried.
She made a step in your direction to try to comfort you but you immediately backed up, hugging yourself, trying to not get in shambles in her presence. The last thing you saw before getting out of the hell was Irene's guilty look...
...just to meet another one: Seulgi's guilty look. She was waiting out of the room, waiting for the outcome of that talk, but she already knew that things were about to go bad. Bad like your mental health in that moment. Looking at her face gave you nausea.
You quickly walked towards the door entrance, tunnel vision towards that damn door. You felt someone caressing your arm briefly, probably Joy, but again, your memories are shared by the pain. On the door you looked back one last time, ready to say goodbye to that haunted place and the view was the final punch in your stomach that send you KO.
Irene and Seulgi were standing next to each other, both surprised by the fact that you looked at them one final time, holding hands. Enough. That was enough. You just ran, bawling your eyes out, you ran towards home...no, that house had too memories in it. You just ran.
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Well, I guess that's it. I hope I didn't break too much hearts. Thank you for reading and I hope you like it❤️
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ghostedtea · 6 months
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the world is smiling on me
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daesukiii · 2 months
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Pairing: heiress! Bae Joohyun x gn! Reader
Genre: Angst, light fluff, mentioned arranged marriage
Warnings: arguing, some manipulation, suggestive content (13+)
Summary: When faced with a marriage she doesn't want, Joohyun decides to take matters into her own hands
Word Count: 713
Tipsy drabbles are back with a vengeance! Hope you guys enjoy it <3 its a short one hehe
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“Miss Joohyun,” you practically sprint after your friend and employee, the soon-to-be wife of the business mogul Beomjun Kim. “Whatever is the matter?”
Joohyun spins around, her brows furrowed and her lips pursed in a perfect display of discontent. In this moment, you’re struck with her ethereal beauty once more. Having worked with her for almost half your life, you’re rarely caught off-guard by it. But at this moment, she looks ready to strike you down, like the queen she is supposed to be.
“‘Whatever is the matter’, you ask? The matter is that I have no choice in my future. No chance at finding my own love!” Joohyun’s eyes flash. “And that, that pig is going to be my husband? He has no clue how to run his business, much less the combined efforts of both our families. And yet, my parents decided to have him be the one for me to marry?”
Your eyes widen at the blatant disrespect Joohyun has displayed, your eyes darting around to make sure no one else is within earshot. “Miss Joohyun! You know he’s already part of the board of your father’s company! You can’t say such things.”
Joohyun scoffs. “I’d much rather die than be with him for the rest of my life.” She stalks forward, reaching out to grab your hands. “(Y/N), you’ve got to understand me. You can’t possibly want me to be married to that thug either.”
Your mouth opens and closes as you stare at her. “I–” Joohyun blinks at you, the epitome of innocence although you both know that’s far from the truth. In the many years you and your family have served the Bae family, you’ve grown fond of the young woman who grew up alongside you. And she has found company in you as well. But her feelings surely do not match yours. “I’d rather you found someone you genuinely cared for, Miss Joohyun. But I cannot sway your parents’ decisions.”
Joohyun’s eyebrow raises. “I’m not asking you to. Lord knows their decisions will never change. But there is something we can do.” She leans in, her breath fanning over you and everything in you stiffens. “Run away with me.”
You blink once, twice. “What?” It comes out as a whisper, and Joohyun chuckles at the look on your face.
“Run away with me, (Y/N). Come on. Ever since we got older, we’ve hardly had time to spend with each other. I don’t want to marry Beomjun, and you can’t possibly want to work for my family for the rest of your life. It’s mutually beneficial.”
A frown pulls at the corner of your lips. “But I can’t possibly upend my life like that. My family would be devastated. I want to go with you, but I can’t bring myself to.”
Joohyun’s facial expression changes. Not to disappointment, or anger, but something else you can’t place. Something akin to a cat getting ready to pounce. “(Y/N),” she hums, leaning in just a tad more, and your breath catches in your throat. “Couldn’t you come with me, because I want you there?”
And before you can protest any more, Joohyun leans in and presses a soft kiss to your lips. Your eyes squeeze shut. It’s what you’ve dreamt of at night when no one is away but your shallow breaths as you sneak a hand down your pyjama pants. A daydream you find yourself in as you clean the kitchen, imagining her slender arms wrapping around your waist as she presses kisses below your ear.
Deep in your mind, you know she doesn’t love you, not in the way she’s promising. The daughter of a business mogul, Joohyun is an expert in manipulating feelings. But maybe you’re so far gone, that if she wants you to believe she loves you, you’ll let yourself fall.
“If you want me, you can have me,” you murmur, and Joohyun’s face brightens at your quiet defeat. The sight of it makes a warmth bloom in your gut and you let a smile grace your face although your brain is screaming for you to pull back.
Living in a lie is worth it as long as she looks at you. Even if it’s not the way you look at her.
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revelwrittenscenes · 1 year
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You Need Me, I Don’t Need You
Irene x Reader
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Genre: { Angst }
Themes: Insecurities, Jealousy
Word Count: 1187
Summary: When your secret relationship with the popular girl is jeopardized, will you want to save it?
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For as long as you could remember, you had always been the unpopular kid. You’d had a few close friends; apart from them, nobody else really wanted to associate themselves with you.
When Irene came along, you thought there was no chance she’d be interested in you. It wasn’t until your friends pointed out the fact that she had been flirting with you from the start, that you realized you had caught her eye.
You started dating not long after that. It had been thrilling in the beginning. You got to know Irene and found that she had a soft side she kept hidden from almost everyone else. You considered yourself lucky to witness these tender moments.
Irene had made you feel special and loved. Until she didn’t.
You noticed she never showed you affection in public. Yet, she had no problem showing skinship with her more popular classmates. It was rare for you to even walk together and when you did, she wouldn’t hold your hand.
It wasn’t until you had been assigned as partners for a class project that you brought it up, having to sit next to each other every day in class. You couldn’t feel excited about being with your girlfriend if she barely even acknowledged your existence beside her.
“Joohyun, do you-“
“I’ve told you not to call me that. It’s Irene.” She said, not bothering to look at you.
“Okay, Irene. Do you feel embarrassed being seen with me?”
She scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Is it ridiculous to want to hold your hand in public? To want you to actually look at me?” You couldn’t hide the hurt in your voice. The muscle in her jaw tightened, but she still wouldn’t meet your eyes.
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Hope you enjoyed the short preview! You can read the full scenario in the link below (thanks for all the support!):
You Need Me, I Don’t Need You
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zairene · 9 months
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right my wrongs, earth 42!miles morales x black fem reader
synopsis: what miles would be like as an ex-boyfriend.
genre: headcanons
a/n: more miles content !! woo !! i’m not gonna lie, there’s a lot of self projection in this so miles may be a teensy weeny bit ooc. but that’s alright.. i think.
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EX BOYFRIEND!MILES would be slightly insufferable. he’s not the toxic type, however, he will continue to remind you of what you’re “missing out on.” if you’re both still following each other on instagram or tiktok, you will have to deal with him reposting tiktoks relating to your breakup or you in general. and whenever you would slide up, he would just reply with a simple “what? jus relatable content.” trying to act clueless as to what he posted. deep down he gets excited knowing that you acknowledged his story, but would you know that? never.
EX BOYFRIEND!MILES would have tried to get back with you a few times. he would never just let you go that easily. doesn’t matter if he was in the wrong or you were. if he’s in the wrong and the reason why you broke up, he would be profusely apologizing to you and start to make up scenarios in his head where you both would get back together despite what he did. if you’re in the wrong and the reason why you both broke up, he would keep telling you that he forgave you and that you both could try again. despite whatever you did, he would still be madly in love with you. he just couldn’t help it.
EX BOYFRIEND!MILES would at least try to have a conversation with you. it doesn’t matter if it’s just replying with your story with laughing emojis, and you heart it. or him asking you a question and you giving him an answer. just any form of communication with you would keep him satisfied for a day or two. he just didn’t wanna feel like you had thrown him away, or that you wanted nothing to do with him. (which was most likely the case but he didn’t wanna have to live in that reality just yet.)
EX BOYFRIEND!MILES would most likely cry throwing away things you had given him like your clothes and bracelets or things you bought him. he would have his alexa playing a slow r&b song, maybe brent faiyaz or bryson tiller, just to pretend he was toxic just for a second. he seen music as his therapy and something that got him through the day. he’s one of those people who would go crazy if spotify or apple music wasn’t working on a public place or if he left his headphones in his room. although he never thought he would have to use music to get over you.
EX BOYFRIEND!MILES would eventually give up on you after a while. even if he still loved you, he had drowned himself in his prowler duties enough to start to forget you and started to prioritize himself and his schoolwork. he’s also a teenager at the end of the day who is still in high school, a teenager who has feelings and phases, and eventually his phase of you was over. but that doesn’t mean he’ll forget how much he loved you. you were most likely his first love and he’ll continue to cherish every memory that he has ever had with you.
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officialdaydreamer00 · 4 months
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𝙴𝙻𝚈𝚂𝙸𝚄𝙼
"The final resting place of heroes and the virtuous.
When the concept of reincarnation gained currency in the classical world, the two Elysian realms were sometimes tiered — a soul which had won passage three times to the netherworld Elysium would, with their fourth death, be transferred to the Islands of the Blessed to dwell with the heroes of myth for all eternity.
Blessed be, the destination of two fated lovers..."
finally closing the book, you let out a soft sigh. it wasn't that you didn't enjoy mythology stories like such, far from it exactly. yet somehow, it always gave you a sense of familiarity, as if you had been through it before.
you shook your head. mythology were just stories people of ancient civilisations made up for their beliefs, of course. that was just a silly thought you had, right?
... right?
you felt a pair of arms snaked around your waist, warm and gentle as if you were made from porcelain. a familiar scent that belonged to your beloved, the comfort of which your confused soul sought for. lips leaving a fleeting kiss to your tensed neck, murmuring a voice, beautiful and soothing, you yearned to hear.
"i'm home."
right, you smiled. it didn't matter much, as long as he was still by your side.
"welcome home."
as long as your bond still prevailed.
your fated, your beloved.
𝙴𝙻𝚈𝚂𝙸𝚄𝙼 — 𝙰 200+ 𝙵𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽𝚃
(From 20th to 30th of November)
— by Lovejoy Studios
A Twisted Wonderland AU sets in an inestimable timeline, where the gods are very much real. And you, dear one, and your beloved are reunited at last, after centuries old of godly tragedies.
𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝:
In Elysium, you may decide who shall play the god, and who shall play the human. Of course, both can be gods, or both can be humans.
I unfortunately cannot stop the tragedies you might have faced in your first lives, though, for Greek mythology shows no mercy for its heroes. That, dear one, you have to figure out yourself.
𝚁𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜:
• You have to reblog this post, and spread the word to the best of your abilities. The more people who knows, the more effective it shall be.
• Seek the Oracle of Delphi and tell her your wishes. You may need to specify your beloved one, and a scenario you had in mind, else the Oracle would tell you a... less than appeal vision. However, if that is what you wanted, then I will not stop you.
• Examples of what your ask should be like:
"What is my destiny with Malleus Draconia? Would it end with us happily in love and dancing the night away under the night sky?"
or
"Tell me my destiny with Jade Leech. Would he truly be my fated one, had we ended up like Theseus and Ariadne?"
Be as creative and detailed as you wish, dear one. I am not here to hinder you from finding your destined end.
May the Fates be kind to you.
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format is inspired by the great mage of misery, @ceruleancattail
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note: i might not write for characters i find hard to characterise correctly (i.e. pomefiore trio, jamil, leona) but i will try my best to
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twice-inamillion · 4 months
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Character List (The Company)
OC
CEO and Chairman of Olympus Entertainment
Head of the sub label Olympia Entertainment
Enjoys having sex with his personal assistant
Kinks are: Defloration, dom/sub, rough sex, anal, deep penetration, creampie, breeding, bdsm, cosplay, humiliation, etc.
Wants to expand his pool of playmates by using his sub label as a tool.
Enjoys working out and his a Thor like body
IU
Personal assistant to OC
In charge of daily tasks and scouting of potential idols
Secretly in charge of scouting potential playmates for OC
Lost her virginity to OC
Helps relieve OC of his stress through sex
Immediately understood her position as a plaything for OC
Enjoys having sex with OC
Irene
Personal assistant to OC
In charge of daily tasks and scouting of potential idols
Secretly in charge of scouting potential playmates for OC
Hates men such as being around them or their touch
Came to the conclusion that her fate is to be OC’s plaything
Taeyeon
Vocal Coach for Olympus Entertainment
Lost her virginity to OC
Would masturbate to IU’s sex videos with OC
Jessica -Girls Generation
Became OC’s friend and fuck buddy
Multiple sessions with Oc
Got pregnant with OC’s child
Exited Girls Generation due to pregnancy
Wants to build a fashion brand
Moving back to San Francisco
Trainees
3rd Gen
Jennie Kim
First playmate
First time with OC
4th Gen
Olympia Idols (OC’s playmates)
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lucindasthighs · 11 months
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hmmgh thinking about laurance but his shadow knight powers connect him to the environment. And he HATES it.
He wants to pretend that he's not changed, that he can go back to a normal life- But he can hear the tremble of the earth as the memories of old gods vibrate through it; he can sense the withering of plants, the decay of corpses in his vicinity.
The feeling he hates the most is the burning, vicious hatred in the back of his consciousness. It's not his - it's old and faded, like the imprints of letters in a worn book. Sometimes, he can't even tell it's there. But he's quickly reminded when he gazes at Irene Aphmau, and it flares with intensity, like an old wound that never healed.
It's not his...right?
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