#stella x reader

Imagine Blitzo fucking you over his desk silently while he's on a work call with his client, whispering you to shut the fuck up or you'll be choking on his dick later.

Imagine Stolas being so needy for you that he abandons his duties for the day to beg you to (if ur afab) Peg him till he can't walk. or to (if ur amab) let him suck u dry till the next morning.

Imagine Satan Shrinking enough for him to fuck you but his cock is still unbelievably big and veiny where you feel every vein throbbing inside of you.

Imagine Stella Pegging a Female reader in her shared bedroom with Stolas, wanting him to walk in and see her doing the same thing he did to her (even though she hates him, she still wants to piss him off somehow)

Imagine Beelzebub getting so drunk she starts dry humping ur thigh while cupping ur breasts/dick.

Imagine Belphagor Being into sleep sex, wanting you to fuck/peg her while she's napping and moaning in her sleep lazily. and asking for more in the morning.

Imagine asking Millie to dress up as your favourite anime character just to have really nasty sex with her pretending to be that character (she enjoyed every second)

Imagine Fizzaroli making insane sex toys for you both to experiment with together and getting each other horny in public with vibrators he and asmodeus made.

Imagine Millie dragging you to have a threesome sex with her, you, and moxxie at their place as they pleasure the shit out of you.

Speaking of Theesome. . .

Imagine Fizzaroli doing the same, dragging you along to have a threesome with you two and asmodeus. spit roasting you until your legs give up and ur leaking cum.

Imagine Satan fucking you dumb before he has to attend to another court meeting, and fucking you even more senseless after the meeting is done.

Imagine Belphagor Giving you aphrodisiacs to make you even hornier and go down on her strap to absolutely destroy your hole.

Imagine Stolas Tied up, roleplaying a master and slave in the bedroom. Denying his orgasm over and over again until his face is covered in his lewd tears.

Imagine Beelzebub inviting you to one of her parties, Pulling you into some corner of her place to make out and finger her pussy making her legs shiver.

Imagine Stella Wearing a revealing outfit when you enter the bedroom only to deny you access to touching her. only letting you watch her actions while she degrades you.

IF THE GIGGLES COMING FROM the hidden room backstage wasn't anything to go by, the absence of both girls definitely were.

the group had won their first win with their new song, lemon tang, and right now, were about to get on stage to perform it. well, they couldn't go right away because two of the nine members weren't present.

stella and you.

poor jiwoo was going crazy trying to find you two—even if she was failing miserably, having to get yuha to reassure that you're probably getting water or something like that.

truth be told, you weren't too far from where you were supposed to. just a few rooms away, hiding inside the tight closet that no one remembered of it's existence.

“shh!” a giggle was heard from stella as soon as you tried sushing her, as if she didn't care if someone found you both there.

“no need to be so worried, yn. no one's gonna hear us.” she whispered, her breath tickling your face from how close she was.

“well if they do we're gonna get in trouble!”

she looked you from head to toe—the best she could in the dark room, at least—and smiled, placing a finger in front of your mouth, “relax, it's fine.”

well, that got you quiet, thankful that stella couldn't see your cheeks getting red.

you stared at each other for a while, as if the time wasn't quite literally just a few minutes away from disaster, until she let her finger down and leaned closer.

“don't get too used to this,” it came out more as a playful remark than a serious observation, but before you could say anything, her lips were pressing against yours.

it felt like time had stopped.

your hands found their way on her shoulder as she held you by your waist, kissing you in a way only lovers should do.

you didn't know stella kissed so well, and a jealous feeling grew inside you. who had kissed her before? has she done this with one of the other members too?

well, either way, you couldn't think too much with how good her mouth felt on yours, like you were tasting a bit of paradise with it too.

a few whimpers fell from you, making stella almost smile on the kiss, pulling you even closer—

“yn! stella!”

hearing ian's voice calling for you made you and stella jump away from each other, looking at the door in surprise before relaxing when you realized ian hasn't found you... yet.

the temperature in the closet felt like it had suddenly dropped, a way to remind you of what had just happened.

stella seemed to be feeling the same way, as she gave you one hesitant, shy glance, before opening the door and stepping aside for you to leave first—what a gentlewoman.

“uh, stella—”

“oh there you guys are!” carmen exclaimed while standing on the doorframe, unaware of the events that happened moments ago. if she noticed the faint blush in your cheeks, she didn't comment on it, too busy hurrying you both to get where you should be.

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Millie

Now, Millie was an interesting contradiction.

On one hand, violence was natural for the girl. Growing up on Wrath It was necessary, becoming second nature for the Imp'et, but despite this she was also exceptionally good at keeping her cool.

She'd only get violent when necessary, and usually in your defence more than anything.

But it'd be some massive fight, the two of you really going at it, that her Wrathern side would kick in.

The girl shoved you.

And this is Millie, so a 'shove' actually meant she pretty much threw you across the room.

Millie covered her mouth as you slumped against the wall, groaning as you got up.

Millie would move to you, rushing to your side, doing her best to care for you, your arm being injured in the crash.

Getting up Millie would attempt to help you, clearly distraught, trying to assure you she was sorry.

If you pulled away from Millie, the farm girl would be totally distraught.

Never had she had to fear her body nor her killer instincts before, in fact, you loved her body, and the way she was usually the most deadly person in the room, hoo boy, you adored it.

That was one of your favourite parts of her.

And not just for the sexual aspect, though there was plenty of that but for her sheet ability.

She was confident and had the physicality to back it up, which in and of itself, was insanely hot.

But, getting hit by her, even it it was unintentional, would drastically change your view of it all.

You'd stumble back, tears building in your eyes as you stared up at her.

Millie, covering her mouth, would feel horrified.

She'd never mean to hurt you. That's literally the last thing she'd ever wanted to do to you, at least not like this.

But sure enough, she'd hit you, her baser instincts kicking in, the girl striking on pure instinct.

She'd move to you, already apologising, trying to assure you.

You'd be emotional, adrenaline pumping hard as you made the choice.

She'd reach out for you, hoping to show she wasn't evil, that she was sorry and meant only the best for you.

If you pulled away, Millie would feel downright awful. She'd probably pull in herself, freaking out internally as she pulled back.

She'd be entirely distraught, the woman becoming horribly self concious, paranoid of her every action, fearful of if she could hurt you again.

She'd try to reach out to you, trying her very best to reach out to you, but unless you were willing to reconcile with her, seeing it from her side, she'd likely have a minor, though well maintained breakdown, the woman freaking out over the whole thing.

Your relationship could recover, but it'd take a lot of communication and understanding, the both of you working through the event and the subsequent issues in a slow, healthy manner.

If you instead leaned into her touch, the two of you would hold each other close.

Millie and you would sit there for a long while, sat there, speaking softly.

You'd go back and forth for a while, both of you apologising. Talking through the issues that led to the argument.

The next few weeks would be tender, you obviously hesitant whenever she got mad, or became physical, the girl noticing how you flinch or watch her warily, fearful of her body.

She hated that. You used to worship her body, and while it wasn't about her ego, she missed be able to be herself around you, it stinging all the more that she only had herself to blame.

As such she would make sure to smother you in positive affection, the girl near constantly hugging or holding you close, never too harshly but enough that you'd get used to her physic, learning to trust being in her arms again.

Her favourite act to simply have you on her lap, holding you close in her muscular, yet feminine form, the girl holding you possessively, gently kissing or whispering in your ear, purring sweet nothing's.

Your relationship would be damaged, absolutely, the whole thing becoming a scar on your relationship, and yet, with some mutual care and respect, you'd not only recover, but your relationship would grow stronger from the affair.

The both of you would acknowledging your part in the argument, promising each other to do better.

It'd take some time to get back to where you were before the incident. To truly trust and love each other like you had before, yet with an abundance of love an dcare for the the other, you'd grow an even stronger, more intimate bond, the two of you coming to truly love and trust each other, your relationship becoming unbreakable.

Loona

Your relationship with Loona would be... odd.

Both in good and bad ways.

You'd have a passionate, if immature relationship, loving each other deeply but struggling to express it properly, the both of you immature and unable to properly work through your emotions in the best ways.

Fights... weren't exactly common, but they weren't rare either, though in fairness, most of your fights were just petty squabbles that worked mostly as an excuse for amazing make up sex.

But well, Loona was a temperamental woman at heart, and well, that temper had a habit of flaring on a whim.

It'd be on a particularly off day, the girl just looking for a fight, but when it became clear you simply couldn't avoid or talk through this random bout of aggression, you'd let her pick the fight.

You'd go back and forth for a while, arguing and yelling at each other, though throughout it, it was clear your heart wasn't in it, you just going through the motions to let Loona let off some steam.

The problem was, Loona's was.

And it'd be after some sarcastic remarks that Loona would snap at you with a genuinely hurtful remark.

You snapping back with a slightly harsher retort, and that's when the actual fight began.

You'd quickly break into a screaming match, the both of you trying to shout down the other.

But after Loona made a snide comment on you, you'd snap back, insulting her just as harshly, if not worst, really twisting the blade as it were.

Loona, shocked you'd make such a comment, would jump at you.

Now, to be clear, you and Loona often got physical, when fighting or otherwise. But this was different then the usual rough housing you'd do.

This wasn't the teasing hands on stuff you'd done countless times before, the wrestling and headlocks she used to do to assert dominance.

No, this was an attack.

She snarled, the two launching across the room, crashing into the wall, you trying to get away only for her to hit you, something halfway between a slap and a punch.

But that was enough to leave you stunned, staring up at her as she raised her fist again.

She sat there, teeth bared, fist clenched, staring down at you as you stared up at her in horror.

Loona, breathing harshly, realised what what she'd just done, staring down at you as tears formed in your eyes.

You looked scared.

Scared of her.

She threw herself off of you, horrified realisation rocking her form, the feeling only growing worse as you moved away from her.

She'd sit there for a minute, processing everything that'd happened, analysing her part, then yours, then her part.

Tears would well in her eyes, the girl slowly getting to her feet.

She'd apologise through tears, hands shaking as she held back ugly sobs, the woman moving to you, pleading and apologising profusely.

She'd get so close she could almost touch you, pleading for you to believe she'd never mean to hurt you.

If you pulled away, Loona would have a full on breakdown, pleading, begging you to believe she never wanted to hurt you.

She'd likely sit there sobbing for a long time before getting up and running to the only person she could think of.

Blitzø.

Now, upon finding his sobbing daughter, he would naturally become enraged, the man wanting to track you down and neuter you.

But Loona would demand he shut up and sit down, the girl explaining what had happened.

Now Blitzø was no expert on relationships, Satan knows had more failed relationships then teeth, and knowing she'd hit you would really put him in the a pickle.

So, he'd pull in the best relationship he knows.

Millie and Moxxie.

Millie would immediately go into mumma bear mode.

She'd be firm, but fair with Loona, the woman acknowledging that she was in the wrong but not entirely one sided, as you had engaged, but ultimately she was at fault.

Striking your partner is never alright.

Mostly.

So, she'd take the initiative, reaching out to you on Loonas behalf.

Now, she wouldn't do all the work, not at all, but she'd open the doorway to reconciliation.

From there, it'd truly be in yours and Loonas hands, the both of having to decided if you could make it work.

But if instead you let her approach you, letting the girl hold onto you.

She'd sob, apologising profusely, apologising for everything, the girl latching onto you.

You sit there for a long time, loona having a good cry. But eventually she'd calm down, the girl apologising profusely for hitting you, for starting the argument. For being such a bitch.

You'd speak for a long, long time, talking over the argument, going over both your parts, acknowledging and apologising for your part in the fight, though loona was far more apologetic, the girl deeply ashamed for her part in it.

You'd set some new rules and boundaries, the two of you knowing you couldn't let something like that happen again, as such you'd both set a list of rules.

The most prominent of which being that when your frustrated or angry with each other, you'd text the other. From there you'd talk a little, likely call the other, then you'd meet, speaking it through.

It was a system you both adhered to religiously, the two of you communicating through text or phone often, discussing any and all issues you had.

Your relationship would be uneasy for a while afterwards, you still on edge, flinching when she was angry. Over all, this whole ordeal got the young hellhound to calm down, learning some much needed restraint, your mutual affection developing in a slow, constructive and healthy manner.

Vaggie

Now, Vaggies temper was actually one of the things you loved about her.

She was firy and passionate and took no shit from nobody, something you loved.

The problem with your relationship was that you loved to tease her, and that got her riled up the quickest.

Now, it was was always in good fun, usually just to get a rise, followed by some soft kisses and apologies.

It was always in good fun.

But, on that fateful day, you made the decision to tease her.

Vaggie, while not the biggest fan, normally didn't mind your teasing, but on that day, having dealt with both Charlie and Alastor, she was in no mood for your teasing.

So, when you prodded and teased, the girl warning you to stop.

You not taking her seriously would prod her again, Vaggie on her last nerve, would slap you, leaving you shocked.

Vaggie, realising what she'd done, would cover her mouth, horrified.

Now it would definitely be stiff for a moment, both of you realising what had happened.

After a moment Vaggie would apologise.

Now you could take this two ways.

You could walk off, Vaggie feeling awful for hitting you.

It would be up to you whether you forgave her.

If you instead stayed there, the both of you would stand there for a moment, the both of you tense before suddenly, a smile broke across your face, the both of you breaking into laughter, the two of you having a laugh.

Vaggie would step closer, gently touching your face, seeing how your cheek swelled in a hand shaped pattern.

She'd apologise, you taking her hand in yours, gently kissing the appendage, apologising as well.

You'd share an intimate little moment, acknowledging your mutual faults, before laughing it off, agreeing to move past that.

You'd hold her close, the two of you sharing a warm smile before a kiss, holding the short Queen close.

Stella

Now Stella... Didn't get violent.

At least not to you. You were her S/O after all.

But the woman was prone to outbursts, usually angry and especially during an argument, the woman able to go from zero to a hundred like it was nothing.

Granted, those fights usually ended in even more passionate fuckings, the two of you having am... unhealthy, yet passionate romance. Both of you aware of the fact yet neither wishing to really change it.

It'd be one night, the two of you at it again, scream and yelling, Stella throwing a pot at you, you mocking her for having shit aim.

Only for her throw herself at you, hitting you right across the face.

You'd both pause, you grabbing her arms, pinning her to the wall, the woman unable to escape your grip.

You'd hold her there, showing her who held the physical edge in your relationship.

Now, this was the first time Stella had actually struck you, as while your relationship wasn't exactly the healthiest, not many are in hell, but it was never downright abusive.

Now, you did have the option to walk away, this potentially becoming a vital role in the development of your relationship and be the catalyst to Stella genuinely changing her ways.

But let's be real, this is Stella were talking about, and you were with Stella, you knew thing about her, so that's not really gonna happen.

What would likely happen was sex.

Hot, passionate, and nasty sex, the two of you going again and again like a pair of Hellhounds in heat, you showing Stella who's the boss.

Youd make it clear that she wouldn't do that again, though with what happened last time she hit you, it was incredibly tempting.

But well, at the end of the day, Stella is Stella and with a sex life like yours, I doubt either of you would really wanna change it.

Husk

Alcohol.

Husk's Sinful mistress. A mistress you tolerated. For a while.

Now you liked a drink, Hell that was how you met. And with Husk, and Drink always became several.

And you had plenty of fun with Husk, both ina nd out of the sheets, but well, there was a limit.

You could barely communicate with the man in the later parts of the day, and with night the man became almost incoherent, not to mention how he reeked of an abandoned distillery at all hours of the day.

Granted, you'd spent plenty a night curled up with the man, Husk drunkenly adoring you, the Kitty cat curling up with you, acting very cat like as he reeked like a seedy bar.

Not that he'd ever admit such behaviour when sober.

But over time, you'd become more adamant that he start controlling his alcohol intake, and with this steady increase in your insistence, came a steady increase in fights.

You'd begin with a minor argument on his alcohol intake, it quickly growing into serious fights.

It'd be one night, you and Husk having plans, only for you to find him absolutely fucking sloshed.

You, sick of your S/O constantly being lost in the sauce, would start screaming.

You yelled at the cat demon, the man quickly yelling back.

You'd really get into it, yelling and screaming, going back and forth, the two of you screaming till your throats were sore.

But it'd be as you tried to snatch the bottle out of his hands, wanting him to pay you, ya know, his S/O, some attention.

And it'd be as he yanked the bottle back, that the man swung his arm back at you, smashing you in the face hit his big paw, knocking you to the floor.

Your face would sting, burning as tears stung your eyes, staring up at the cat.

Husk sobered up real quick as the man realised what he'd done.

There would be a long pause before you got up, sniffling to yourself before turning and walking away.

You'd end up sleeping in one of the other hotel's random rooms, you too emotional and frustrated to care which.

The next day you'd walk down stairs with a swollen cheek.

Husk would be waiting at his bar, the man thinking.

He'd been up most the morning, guzzling 2 pots of coffee to keep himself coherent, the cat waiting for you.

Seeing you enter the lobby, the man would jump up, asking, pleading with you to wait, to hear him out.

You'd pause, staring at the floor for several seconds.

If you just walked past him, ignoring his gaze, the man would be crushed. The cat finding himself torn between the bottle and his want to be with you, a desperate want for the familiar blur of intoxication.

He'd try, really hard to get better, to BE better, but with every refusal to engage he'd become more tightly wound, and unless you opened up, trying to work things out with him, he'd end up right where he began, but this time, it'd be all his fault.

If instead you turned, giving him a chance to speak, Husk wouldn't miss the chance.

He'd apologise, telling you he was painfully sorry. He wanted to change. He WOULD change, he just asked that you'd give him a chance.

You'd stand there for a while, but after a moment you turn to him.

You'd tell him he had one chance, if you saw him change, really change, you'd be willing to work it out.

Husk would agree, swearing he'd do his best to be the S/O you deserve.

Youd simply give him a soft smile, telling you hoped he would. You were rooting for him.

That being all the motivation he needed.

Husk really would do his best to go clean, unfortunately going absolutely cold Turkey wouldn't work, the man almost having a psychotic break at the lack of alcohol, and after finding him in such a state, you made a deal.

You'd ration out alcohol, a moderate amount each day, the man allowed to drink whenever he pleased in hopes it would diminish, if not help to ween him off of his alcohol dependency.

So, that's how it would go for the next several weeks. Husk drinking his daily allowance, working through willpower exercises and general hygiene care.

He'd also spend more time with you, and it'd be over the dates and the nights in that the man realised he barely knew you. The cat realising he'd really been an absent S/O.

The whole thing only solidifying his resolve to be better.

Over the next few months Husk's resolve would grow stronger, his willpower higher and most importantly, your relationship would become incredibly strong, the both of you coming to love each other deeply once more.

You'd never directly say it, but you forgave him for the smack, the man thanking you in his own way.

The two of you living a happy, mostly sober, existence with each other, happily in love and able to appreciate it.

Beezelbub

Fights with Bee would not be common, not at all, as despite her somewhat airheads nature, she was surprisingly mature, as well as able to read emotions well, so if you were ever in a mood she'd be on that like sexy was on her.

But well, we all have our off days.

And it'd be on a particularly off day that it'd go down.

Now, you understood that she was the Queen of Gluttony and a major foodie, the woman always eager to eat or drink something.

The problem was the drugs.

Now, dating her, you'd tasted just about every Sinful substance in Hell, but where as bee was happy to do mountains, you always tried to keep it at a healthy level, or well, healthy enough to not lose it, or developed any serious addictions, something Bee respected.

That night, in particular, Bee was on a real bender, the sort for the history books. If they have History books down here.

It'd be as she liquefied some powdered drug, mixing it into her drink, that you'd try to step in.

You'd ask her to slow down a little, not wanting her to freak out and demolish half the house.

Again.

Bee wouldn't like that, eagerly pulling you into join her, practically forcing the bottle down your throat.

That'd be when you snap at her, telling her that was enough.

You were all for fun and games, but this was too much. Every night?! You couldn't stand seeing her drugged out of her mind, not to mention the alcohol, woman barely able to speak coherently, let alone function as an S/O after her daily bender, even if she didn't suffer a hangover like everybody else.

Bee, while usually the kindest most understanding S/O you could ask for, but after a full night of drugs and drinking, she didn't take so well to you harshing the fucking vibe.

The two of you quickly getting into a screaming match, going back and forth, Bees palace empty by the end of it.

Bee would grow a few sizes, screaming at you, it being as you snap at her, telling her she clearly doesn't care for you as much as she does for her drugs.

The now massive Sin of Gluttony snarling, spinning around as she intended to yell about how much of a pain in the ass you were being.

However she she spun, he now Massive hand, slammed into you, launching you across the room.

Luckily for you both, you didn't hit anything, simply sliding across the palace' polished floors, but it would still hurt like a bitch, knocking the wind out of you.

Bee would shrink immediately, rushing to your side.

You were winded, struggling and whining as you tried to breath, in pain and deep discomfort, unable to do anything as she fussed over you.

Eventually you'd get your breath back, panting and wheezing, body sore from the smack.

Bee would be distraught, apologising profusely, the woman in hysterics, crying her eyes out as she tried to convince you she was telling the truth.

You could let her hold you close, allowing her to apologise, to help you recover.

If instead you pulled away, wheezing and struggling to your feet. Bee of course trying to help, you simply snapping, telling her she's done enough.

Your relationship would he frayed, Bee trying her absolute best to make it up to you, to be better and save your relationship.

If instead you let her hold you, letting the Sin care for you in your battered state, Bee would do everything she could, caring for you until you fully recovered, the woman apologising the whole way.

The two of you would take some much needed time together, talking and working through your issues.

It wouldn't be easy, you making sure she knew you didn't wanna control her, but you wanted to be with your S/O, and when she was higher than a kite every night, that became difficult.

While Bee would explain such indulgence was part of her being. It would be like holding back a laugh to not indulge in it.

It would take soem time but the two of you would come to understand each other on a much better level.

Asmodeus

Arguments and fights weren't really a thing for you and Ozzie.

Like, you'd get into tufts. Squabbles and arguments. But never quite a fight.

But this was different, the two of you getting into an argument.

You couldn't even remember what started it, but it was like you'd both been holding something in for months and it was finally let out.

You argued and yelled, going back and forth, arguing over nothing and yet, everything, neither of you willing to stand down.

It'd be as you screamed yet another profanity at the man, moving towards him to let him know just what you thought about him.

And it'd be as you reached the man, about to scream another explitive, that he'd suddenly spin about face, planning on tearing you a new one, only for a loud 'smack!' to ring out, the Sin freezing in place.

Raising his hand, he'd find it stinging ever so slightly, the man looking up to find you turned away, clutching yourself.

Ozzie, realising what had happened would try to reach out to you, trying to process what had happened.

He'd turn you around, finding you clutching your face, your right cheek already swelling.

Ozzie, lowering himself down would apologise, telling you he was so very sorry, assuring you he meant no harm, he'd never intentionally harm you.

You could pull away, leaving him as he pleaded with you to believe he was sorry, that he'd never mean to hurt you. Never!

This, as always, could be the event that makes or breaks your relationship. You could move away from him, still loving him but unable to truly forgive him hurting you, despite it being an accident, your relationship never healing.

Or, as he stood over you, you could let him care for youthe man pulling you to his massive chest, holding you tenderly as he whispered softly apologies, carrying you to your bed.

He'd curl up with you, checking your swollen face, apologising profusely as he tenderly cared for you.

Ozzie would apologise profusely, the two of you holding each other close, holding the other close for a long, long time.

You'd talk for a long time, softly apologising to the other, you nuzzling the man's neck, the Sin holding you in his powerful arms.

You'd spend some much needed quality time together, the silent, tense moment slowly giving way to a warmer mor intimate moment, the two of you quickly giggling and teasing each other, laughing at how ridiculous the whole fight had been.

It'd be as you shared a kiss, you straddling his chest as his powerful hands gripped your body.

It'd be as you parted, a Web of spittle still connecting you that you'd grin, grabbing his collar as you purred out that you kinda liked it.

Ozzie, snapping out of his schoolboy blush, would grin, the man pouncing on you, the two of you making passionate, wild love all night long.

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Jiwoo

jiwoo seems the most reasonable

i don't think she’d be jealous of any of the other members because she trusts that they would never make a move on you

she would watch as you take your photos and patiently wait for her turn

hugs you extra tight for your photos together

on the way back she would tease you for how stiff you were when you did aegyo 

when you lay down with her at the dorms you ask her if she was jealous at all today seeing you do fanservice with the other girls

“obviously not”

Carmen

i think she would also not care too much about the fanservice

honestly she might be happy to see you getting along with the other members

just for fun she might make a few comments about how much like a couple you and a-na seem to look 

other than that she knows that you and her are dating and that realistically you would never cheat on her 

so she's not worried about your love of fanservice

“you didn’t think i was jealous, did you?” she would say to you while you sit in the van

Yuha

she would be a little hurt seeing how natural it was for you to act so flirty with the other members

maybe playfully pouting in a way that doesn’t spark speculation from the fans

i can totally see her making a sly comment about how touchy you seem recently 

once you notice the sad look on her face you would try to get closer to her / pose together more often 

she would be back to her normal behavior by the time you get back to the dorm

but just to be safe you assure her that there's no one else you’d want to be in a relationship with

Stella

i mentioned in  the sulky stella headcanons that i see her getting jealous easily and i definitely see that happening here

if you’re at a fansign doing a lot of poses/ cheek kisses with the other members and she notices I think she would try her best not to be near you

avoiding doing poses with you even when asked 

the fans would think it was a joke but you knew better

on the ride back to the dorms you would make sure to sit next to her so that you could resolve the issue faster

in general she prefers you save certain gestures for just you and her

Juun

she would definitely feel a type of way but try to be nonchalant about it for the sake of looking good in front of fans

while you hug ian and playfully pretend to kiss her cheek, juun would be watching closely for a second too long before going back to searching through her items 

totally awkward when she finally gets her chance to pose with you

doesn't fully look you in the eye

when you get back to the dorms she would be more affectionate than normal  

pretends to not know what you’re talking about when you ask if she’s jealous

A-na 

a-na would definitely try to one up whatever you were doing with another member

if you were hugging juun and wearing matching hats, all of a sudden she’s backhugging yuha while they’re dressed as jack and rose

while you’re posing with carmen she tells the fans that she doesn’t think you too look good together

is able to get away with her snarky comments due her her playfulness

throws jabs at you back at the dorms saying that you need to step up your game when it comes to fanservice

never actually admits that she wanted your attention to herself but it’s clear to you that that was the reason for her attitude

Ian 

i think she's the only one that would actually fight to get your attention at a fansign

when she sees you posing with ye-on and pinching her cheeks, ian immediately grabs matching items for the both of you so that you can pose together

she continues on like that for the rest of the fan meet, for every picture you have with another member, you have two with ian

very clingy on the way back to the dorms, still clingy when you arrive

shamelessly asks you for reassurance

over it by the next day

Ye-on

is actually nonchalant about the situation (unlike juun)

it isn’t until a-na jokingly suggests that you might leave her for stella that she realises that something might be wrong with what you’re doing

stays professional during the fansign, taking an appropriate amount of photos with you and the other members

 not avoiding you or causing drama

on the way home she looks more down than usual

as soon as you get home she asks you very bluntly if you wou;d ever leave her for someone else

Kim Dahyun was your first everything.

You remember the day the both of you drove down the highway with no real destination, her hand on your thigh, the stars illuminating the sky. Music blasted in your ears, her angelic voice harmonizing and adding adlibs as you couldn't help but stare.

Her silver earrings sparkling under the moonlight, her nails with pink chipped nail polish, her hair flowing as the wind blew through the open window. It was a sight you could never forget, stuck in your head like a prayer.

You couldn't help but stare at the girl who you knew for so long. The girl who you held time and time again through every heartbreaking, knowing you could never be who you wanted to be for her.

The kisses you shared were nothing but practice for her, but you would always remember the feeling of her soft lips pressed against yours, her hand gently cupping your face. The nights like this that felt so much like a date. While she saw a hangout, you saw the way her eyes sparkled, her laughter ringing, her face engraved in your memory.

You saw the way her eyes always found you in a room, felt her hand linger on your waist, heard as she told you that you got her in a way all these guys never could, smelt her homemade cooking whenever you came over, tasted her lips, that cherry chapstick she always wore.

She took over your senses, she was everywhere and yet out of reach.

You were there through it all, every break-up, every failed situationship, every talk about how it always felt like something was missing. No matter who it was, how good he was it was never enough.

But neither were you.

It felt like a cruel twist of fate. She sought love everywhere except the love that had surrounded her, love she had convinced herself wasn't there.

But you couldn't convince yourself. Not as you hear her giggling at a joke you made, her hand on your thigh as if it belonged there. The song seemed to fade out as you stared at the girl you've loved for so long. The one you couldn't love. Shouldn't.

When the words spilled out before you could stop yourself, time stopped. Her hand that was once providing warmth was replaced with the feel of the breeze through the open car window. Her words cut through you like a knife. "I don't like girls".

Such a simple sentence. Four words was all it took for years of friendship t feel so strained. And yet those four simple words never landed. She couldn't meet your eyes, her hands figited in her lap. She was lying, but not to you. To herself.

The reason she was never satisfied had nothing to do with what guys she had been seeing. That missing piece wasnt coming from them, but from herself.

The rest of the drive was quiet. Music played from the aux but it wasnt enough to fill the silence that had spread. A silent nod was all that was exchanged as the car came to a stop and you parted ways.

Mutual friends broke the news that she had a new boyfriend. They all told you that they thought this one was it. That she had finally found the man of her dreams. You knew it wasn't true. She would never fid the man of her dreams. Because her dream man wasn't a man.

When her birthday came around, you expected the normal celebration. cake, presents, and music. So when the music cut and everyone made space in the center, the last thing you expected was to watch her "dream man" get down on one knee.

And what you expected even less was the way she jumped into his arms, nodding as a tear streamed down her face.

But when she turned to look at you, you saw it. The tear slowly trailing down her cheek wasn't from happiness. There was emptyness in her eyes, longing. She knew this was it, and yet she wasn't satisfied. She never would be.

But you were.

Because fate had chose it's path, and you were tired of chasing someone who refused to be caught.

Kim Dahyun was truly your first everything. First kiss, first love, first hope, first heartbreak.