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EPISODE 1: HELP! MY HOT GIRLFRIEND CAUGHT ME CRYING AFTER GIVING HEAD! (NOT CLICKBAIT)



this is smut, do not interact if under 18
jisung thought tutoring the hottest girl on campus would ruin his GPAâ not his pants. one month later, heâs somehow getting called âprettyâ mid-thrust and offering you pocky as a post-orgasm snack.
pairing: nerd!han jisung x popular!f!reader, established relationship genre/tags: college au, smut, fluff, jisung is a loser with a capital L, humor sprinkled in bc iâm unserious asf, lots of references to anime and other dumb stuff, lowkey perv!jisung, dry humping, oral (f. receiving), piv, protected s*x, kinda subby!jisung but heâs still a whore lol words: 5.4k (wasnât expecting it to be this long⊠guess i yap too much)
[ note. ] â i had to make another nerd!ji fic bc i literally cannot stop thinking about him đŁ feel free to read my other fic for more context since itâs set in the same universe but i wanted to make a smut ver so here we areeee <33 also, i will be making more parts eventually, hence why itâs labeled as âepisode 1â so stay tuned for more !
Jisung thought for sure that was going to die a virgin. Not in a sad, self-loathing kind of way, but more in a âyeah, that checks out,â kind of way. The type of peaceful resignation one might have while unplugging a broken router for the eighth time before crying into a bowl of instant ramen. Because guys like himâ guys who quoted Dragon Ball Z unironically, who panicked when girls sat next to them in lecture halls, who built custom keyboards for fun and screamed at League. They didnât date girls like you.
And they most definitely didnât sleep with girls like you.
Still, that didnât keep him from fantasizing. Constantly, shamelessly, unhingedly.
Heâd never known what it felt like to have warm walls wrapped around his cock. Never heard those broken whines girls in hentai would makeâ unless he counted the ones he accidentally let out when he edged himself too long. His hand was simply never enough, no matter how many times he convinced himself he could ârecreate the pressure.â
The bottle of lotion and box of tissues on his nightstand werenât even hidden anymoreâ they sat like holy relics beside his gaming PC, ready for immediate access the second he closed League and opened incognito mode.
Porn never fully satisfied his craving though, he always wanted more. Even the best JAV compilation or doujinshi fan dub couldnât compare to the real sickness consuming his brain: you.
You, with the glossy Instagram that he scrolled through like it was the damn Louvre. You, wearing micro bikinis in pool selfies with captions like âhot girl summerâ while he rots in bed, sweating and crying at the curvature of your ass.
You, biting your glittery, gel pen in class, leaning across the desk to ask for help, accidentally flashing a glimpse of cleavage so dangerous it made him pause mid-equation like he got hit with a stun grenade. Stalking your Instagram, seeing you in the tiniest baby tees and mini skirts. It was the perfect gooner material.
Heâd stroke himself under the covers while biting a t-shirt to keep quiet, muttering your name between gasps like he was summoning a spirit. Fantasies playing out in his head that ranged from soft and romanticâ like kissing you breathless during office hoursâ to completely feral, like bending you over his anime pillow while you called him âpretty boyâ and ruined his life.
It didnât help that you flirted with him now.
That you asked him to tutor you.
That you sat so close during study sessions he could sense your perfume from a mile away and taste the salt from the fries you always stole off his plate.
You laughed at his jokes, called him cute, even once said he had ânice hands,â and he nearly evaporated on the spot. Had to excuse himself to the bathroom with a boner and a prayer.
Every night ended the same. Him, fisting his cock in pathetic desperation at the thought of your pussy swallowing him whole, whispering âpleaseâ like a man on the verge of religious enlightenment.
And every night, after he came all over his own stomach, out of breath and guilt-ridden, heâd sigh dramatically and say,
âIâm going to die alone. I know it. Iâll be the guy with the Zero Two body pillow and the unopened condom pack from 2017 that he keeps in case of a miracle.â
He did not, under any circumstances, expect you to be that miracle.
Never in a million years did he think heâd actually have a chance, let alone be dating you. You were just too perfect. The literal girl of his dreams.
Popular. Gorgeous. Cool in the kind of way that made any and everyone want to be around you without knowing why. You had that magnetic charm about you, an easily contagious laugh, a confident stride when you walk, and that dangerous habit of licking your lip gloss mid-sentence like you were in a CW drama.
And yet, somehow, here he was, currently horizontal on his bed, shirtless, breathless, with you on top of him wearing his oversized Bleach t-shirt and not much else, grinning like youâd just won first place in a science fair and a dance battle.
âAre you glitching?â You asked, poking his cheek. âDo I need to unplug you and plug you back in?â
âI- uh- w-what? No- yes? No.â He stuttered like every word had just magically left his vocabulary, he was definitely malfunctioning.
You laughed, head dropping onto his bare chest as he laid stiff as a board, arms hovering midair like he wasnât sure if he was allowed to touch you even now. Even after dating you for a whole month.
âA month,â he whispered, still stunned by the timeline. âThatâs like⊠thirty days of you voluntarily being seen with me.â
âThirty one,â you corrected, lifting your head to smirk down at him. âDonât forget the bonus day where you kissed me in front of the vending machine and the entire basketball team clapped.â
âI thought I was going to throw up.â
âYou looked like you did throw up.â
Jisung covered his face with both hands and groaned.
God, he still didnât know how this happened. When you had asked him to tutor you in stats, he assumed you were just kiddingâ or high. But you werenât. Youâd actually shown up. Youâd flirted, sat on his lap one time when all the seats were taken at the library, and then acted like it was no big deal while his soul left his body.
And now here you were. Straddling him. Teasing him. Literally wearing his t-shirt with the anime print on it and calling him âbabyâ in the kind of voice that should be illegal.
âYouâre so tense, Sungie,â you murmur, lightly dragging your fingers down his chest. âI know you like it when I touch you. You make these cute little gasps like a baby bird.â
âI-I donât sound like a baby bird,â he mumbled, absolutely sounding like a baby bird.
You leaned down, lips brushing the shell of his ear.
âChirp.â
Jisung squeaked.
You lost it, giggling into his neck while he covered his blushy face with a pillow. âOh my god, stopp- why are you like this- why did you choose me,â
âBecause youâre smart, and sweet, and you get all flustered when I call you hot. And because,â you sat up again, hips rolling ever so slightly and watching his pupils blow wide as you rocked against his clothed erect, âyou say things like âThis is just like my fanficâ under your breath and then deny it.â
He groaned at the sudden friction, arms falling limp at his sides. âYou heard that?â
âBabe, I hear everything. Like right now, I can hear how bad you want me to ride you.â You bit your lip, feeling your wetness growing at a rapid pace as you continuously grind on him.
Jisung whimpered. âOkay. I- this is really happening, right? This isnât like, some kind of VR dream or like a⊠cursed hentai plotline where I wake up and youâre actually a sentient toaster?â
You blinked. âWhat the hell kind of anime are you watching?â
He slapped a hand over his eyes. âNevermind, pretend I didnât say that..â
You kissed him then. Slowly. Tenderly. Like you had all the time in the world and like you couldnât believe your luck either. Because yeah, you were the cool girl, but Jisung was the first guy who actually listened when you talked. Who remembered your favorite boba order. Whoâd stayed up until 3 am tutoring you and still walked you to your dorm with sleepy, nerdy affection twinkling in his eyes.
So yeah, you were gonna roast him foreverâ but you were also gonna ruin him tonight.
âHey, baby,â you whispered, reaching down to tug his sweatpants lower.
Jisung was in the midst of catching his breath like heâd just run a marathon. âY-yeah?â
âAfter I make you cum, will you tell me all about the sentient toaster anime?â
ââŠMaybe.â
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âOkay,â Jisung panted, curling into your side like a baby koala clinging to its mother, âthat was better than every hentai Iâve ever seen.â
You snorted into his shoulder. âHigh praise coming from the man who owns a $300 body pillow.â
âShe was limited edition!â He quickly defends himself.
You playfully roll your eyes, kissing his flushed cheek. âSo are you, Sungie. So are you.â
And yeah, Jisung still thought he was going to die a virgin once upon a time.
But now, wrapped in your arms with kiss marks littering his neck and your laughter still echoing in his earsâ he was just really, really glad that heâs been proven wrong.
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The moment you straddled Jisung and kissed him again, something shifted in the room.
And not just him having an outer-body experience for the sixth time in an hour.
You pulled back from his lips to look around, and the first thing you said was, âOkay, I have to say it- your room is the most aggressively virgin-coded space Iâve ever been in.â
âI told you not to look too closely!â He whined, burying his face into your neck as you giggled and craned to inspect the chaos surrounding you.
âLetâs seeâŠâ you started ticking things off on your imaginary list. âAnime wall scrolls? Check. Neon RGB light strips that make your room look like a gaming dungeon? Check. Is that Hatsune Miku in a glass case next to middle school spelling bee trophies?â
He groaned. âTheyâre collectorâs itemsââ
âYou were runner-up in 8th grade and you framed it.â
âI peaked early, okay?!â
You laughed so hard you fell forward onto his chest. âI love you.â
He froze. âWh-what?â
You blinked. âI said I love you.â
He looked like youâd just offered him a lifetime supply of ramen and also stabbed him in the heart.
ââŠI love you too,â he whispered, barely getting it out before he hid under the covers.
You tugged the blanket back down just enough to see his red face. âHey. Donât hide. I wanna see you. Look so pretty when you blush.â
âPRETTY?!â He yelped.
You nodded in confirmation, brushing hair off his forehead. âMmhm. Prettiest boy Iâve ever seen. Especially like this- messy hair, pink cheeks, all breathless under meâŠâ
He made the most broken noise youâd ever heard.
His hands gripped your hips like he didnât know what to do with them, like he was trying not to crush you or himself with how desperate he felt. His eyes were dark now, glazed and locked onto your every move as you slowly ground against the bulge in his sweats.
âThis is real, right?â He meant to ask that in his head but blurted it out instead, voice slightly cracking. âThis is really happening?â
You kissed the corner of his mouth. âFeels pretty real to me, baby.â
At this point Jisung was spiraling.
Not just emotionally. No, that happened daily.
This was a full-system shutdown.
Youâd tugged your shirt off without warning and smiled down at him like it was the most casual thing in the world, and now his hands were hovering awkwardly mid-air like he wasnât sure if he had permission to touch you or if he was being Punkâd by the gods of horny delusion.
Your skin. Your smile. Your fucking tits.
And worseâ worseâ as your fingers brushed through his messy brown locks and your thighs shifted over his hips, his brain suddenly screamed,
âI canât believe Iâm about to get pussy before Jeongin.â
Jeongin, his slightly cooler, slightly taller, still-a-virgin roommate who had three rotating Discord kittens and a suspicious amount of cologne but somehow still never scored.
Jeongin, who walked around shirtless after push-up sessions and said things like âitâs not rizz, itâs charismaâ unironically. Jeongin, who once said âI want my first time to be passionate and respectfulâ but also accidentally downloaded a virus trying to pirate a hentai dating sim.
Jisung had always assumed if one of them was gonna make it out of virginhood first, itâd be the guy with the Uzumaki clan symbol tattooed on his ribs and a social life.
But no.
It was him. Han Jisung. The guy who owned a limited-edition anime titty mousepad and squeaked like a kettle when a girl touched his arm. And now? You were grinding up against him slowly, teasingly, and he was barely clinging to reality.
âY/n,â he whimpered, clutching your waist like youâd float away. âCan I- can I eat you out? Pleasepleaseplease.â
You blinked rapidly.
ââŠYou wannaâ?â
âSo bad,â he choked. âI think about it all the time. Like in class. And when I watch those âhow toâ videos online. Like, the diagram ones, not the porn ones, though I watched those too- but like educationally! For science!â
You stared blankly.
He was sweating.
âOkay,â you said softly, brushing your thumb over his cheek. âYouâre really cute when you beg, yâknow that?â
He nearly ascended.
You barely had time to giggle before he flipped you gently onto your back, hair falling into his eyes as he ducked down between your thighs like a man on a mission from God. His hands trembled as he slid your shorts down, breath hitching at the sight of your soaked panties.
âOh my god,â he breathed out. âItâs real.â
You snorted. âWhat were you expecting? A hologram?â
âI donât know!â He cried. âI was starting to believe you were some kind of high-level succubus sent to punish virgins.â
You cupped his flushed face. âWouldnât be the worst punishment.â
And then he locks inâ eyes meeting yours as he sticks his tongue out, licking a long, fat stripe across your clothed slit. Soft. Slow. As if he was trying to memorize you with his tongue, the heat of it makes you jolt. Heâs not just tasting youâ heâs learning you, tracing intricate patterns with his tongue like heâs trying to decode you one flick at a time. Every motion is precise yet hungry, like heâs writing a love letter in Morse code directly to your pussy. His glasses slipping adorably down the bridge of his nose, solely focused on pleasing you.
You gasped at the feel of him against you, the pressure of his mouth sent heat curling low in your belly, it was torture. Too much and not enough. You needed to feel him without the barrier of soaked lace clinging to your folds, and he mustâve read your mind, because he groaned like he was the one being denied. He kissed your pussy like he was thanking it, mouthing over your clothed core before dragging open-mouthed kisses across your inner thighs, leaving your skin slick with spit and bites to your inner thighs. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip, everything about him felt so warm.
His teeth grazed youâ playful, hungryâ and your hips twitched as he whispered something nasty under his breath, half to himself, half to your cunt. By the time he slid your panties down, your thighs were trembling, tossing the flimsy fabric aside carelessly, like he didnât care where they landed, only that they were gone. Then he buried his face between your legs like youâd been starving him for his entire life.
His tongue slipped between your folds, hot and greedy, lapping up everything you gave him like it was the sweetest thing heâd ever tasted. He flicked up and down with obscene precision, wet, messy, relentlessâ his nose bumping your clit as he moaned deep in his throat, like he needed this, like the taste of you could make or break him. You were soaked, legs shaking, lips parted in a silent cry, and all he did was keep eating like he was trying to crawl inside you with his tongue.
You were loving the way it feels, every bit of you being hit with electricity. Your fingers tangled in his hair the second his mouth met your pussy, gripping tight, yanking just enough to make him groan into you like he was grateful for the pain. He never slowed down. If anything, it made him hungrier, tongue flattening against your slit before flicking up again, sloppy and fast and fucking filthy.
âGod- fuck, youâre so messy,â you gasped, thighs twitching around his head. âYou like that? Being my dirty little mouth toy?â
He moaned. Moaned. Into your pussy.
Nodding obediently, even as you tugged harder, grinding him closer. His glasses were long gone, hair disheveled, chin dripping with spit and slick as he slurred out something unintelligible against your clit. His tongue working overtime like he was trying to spell your name in cursive with every flick.
âHoly shit,â he mumbled, words caught in his throat. âI could live here.â
You threw your head back with a laughâ and then a sharp gasp as he got bolder, messier, more desperate. His hands kept you spread, his tongue curling and licking and worshipping like this was the only chance heâd ever get. He was sure that heâd jizz his pants just from giving you headâ sure itâs pathetic, maybe even tragic. But he couldnât help it. You were just too hot, too perfect, too fucking unreal, and the taste of you on his tongue, the feel of your thighs squeezing around his head, it was better than anything his fist or filthy imagination had ever given him.
Your fingers remain tangled in his hair, holding onto him for anchorage. He looked up at you with glassy, pleading eyes, the lower half of his face glistening with your arousal and rosy cheeks. âTell me Iâm doing okay? Please? I read five articles about this. I practiced on a peach.â
You gasped. âYou practiced on what?!â
âNevermind. Just- keep calling me pretty. I swear Iâll die happy right here.â
You tugged his head back down, voice ragged and ruined.
âThen make me cum, pretty boy.â
And he did.
Like a man with something to prove.
Like a nerdy little virgin who had just found his true calling.
Your eyes closed shut at the feeling, falling apart at the seams. Every stroke of his tongue making your insides tighten. You suddenly couldnât remember how breathing worked, all you saw were flashes of white invading your vision, cumming so hard that you almost saw stars. You cried out, high and broken, hands grasping at his head as you came hard against his mouth.
Jisung moaned through itâ loud and messyâ tongue never letting up, licking you through every twitch, every gasp, every last jolt of overstimulation until you were tugging at his hair for dear life and gasping for air. Only then did he pull back, lips shiny, eyes half-lidded, face absolutely drenched, and smiling like he just beat the final boss of his entire life.
Somewhere in the past twenty minutes between Jisung nuzzling your thighs like a man starved and moaning like he was the one cumming, you had apparently blacked out, transcended the mortal plane, and been reborn as a puddle of girl.
Now, you lay sprawled across his unmade bed, fully clothed from the waist up and violently ruined from the waist down, chest heaving, eyes wet and glassy, one sock half-off your foot like a casualty of war.
And Jisung?
Jisung was cuddled up beside you like the worldâs horniest golden retriever, chin resting on your shoulder, looking so smug and soft it was almost offensive.
You could still feel the ghost of his tongue between your legs.
âYou sure youâve never done this before?â You croaked out, blinking up at the ceiling like it had answers.
Jisung tilted his head innocently. âWhat, that? Nah. I just⊠researched. A lot. And I⊠uh, practiced on a fruit.â
You turned your head slowly. âWas it the peach again?â
ââŠIt mightâve also been a mango. For tongue agility. But I named it after you, so it was romantic!â
You tried to snort, but it came out as a wheeze. âI canât feel my legs, Jisung.â
He beamed. âThank you.â
âThat wasnât a compliment.â
âStill taking it as one.â
He leaned in and kissed your cheek, then your nose, then your forehead like he hadnât just destroyed your entire nervous system with his mouth.
âI feel like I just unlocked a secret side quest,â he victoriously cheered. ââSatisfy hot girlfriend until she sees God.â Bonus XP for oral stamina. Am I your favorite now?â
You blinked at him, still fighting for air. âI donât even know my name right now. Youâve ruined me.â
Jisung squeaked and tucked his face into your neck, practically vibrating with joy. âYouâre gonna make me cry.â
âYou should. I saw the afterlife. It was just a video game buffering screen.â
He laughed, then rolled onto his back with a dramatic sigh. âI canât believe this is real. Youâre real. Your thighs are real. I had a girlfriend and head privileges all in the same night. I feel like I need to call my mom.â
âPlease donât.â
âToo late. She deserves to know her son peaked.â
You smacked him lightly with the nearest pillow, still grasping for air, still dazed.
And then he smiled at youâ so big, so genuine, so sickeningly in love that your tired heart clenched.
âIâd do it again in a heartbeat, yâknow,â he mumbled, brushing hair from your face. âJust say the word.â
You looked at him, the boy with anime figures on his shelf, lotion still on his desk, and love in his eyes, pulling him in for a kiss.
âNext time,â you whispered, âIâm returning the favor.â
Mindlessly reaching into his sweats, the second your hand wrapped around his length, you froze.
ââŠJisung.â
âH-huh?â
You gave a blank expression. Looking down. Looking back up.
âThis is- youâre.. how is this evenâ?â
âI DONâT KNOW,â he cried. âIT DOESNâT EVEN MAKE SENSE, IâM ONLY 5â7!â
You stared at him like he just told you he had a second life as a Marvel superhero.
âOh my god, I just assumed youâd be, likeââ
âAverage?!â He gasped, scandalized.
âNo! I just- I mean- look at you! Youâre this cute little nerd with anime socks and a keyboard with cat ears.. how are you packing all this?!â
You were in utter disbelief, thereâs no way your sweet, stammering little boyfriend had been walking around with a dick that big and had no idea what kind of weapon he was carrying. Just raw, untapped dick potentialâ XL stats on a man who still apologizes when his knees crack too loud. Poor baby had been lugging around a whole third leg, and didnât even know the first thing to do with it ;(
He simply shook his head, fully tomato red now, flailing beneath you like he was about to spontaneously combust. He watched you like he was afraid to blink. You pumped him once, slowly, watching him shiver under your touch. His lips parted. His back arched. You hadnât even gotten started and he already looked completely ruined.
âCan I ride you?â You asked sweetly.
He nodded so fast his head could nearly fell off. âYes. Yes, oh my god, yes- please, Iâll do anything.â
âAnything?â You cocked your eyebrow.
âIâll uninstall League right now if you ask me toââ
You giggled as you rolled the condom down over him, letting his hands greedily grab at your thighs. He was panting, forehead glistening with a sheen of sweat, like his brain was overheating just from the anticipation.
Then you finally lowered yourself, sinking down onto him, gradually, feeling the way you take him so easily from being soaking wet. Jisung mumbles something illegible under his breath as your cunt swallows his cock whole. It didnât take long for you to reach the end of him since you were already so ready for him, staying in the same position to feel all of him inside you. His cock was splitting you open so nicely, it felt like you were in utter paradise.
And he made the sound.
Like his soul physically left his body, floated into the air, and gave you a salute on the way out.
âF-fuck.. youâre tight, I canâtââ he clutched your waist, eyes fluttering. âIâm gonna die. This is it. This is how I go.â He desperately bucks into you, wanting to feel more movement from you.
You move your hips to match his rhythm as you gain your balance, pressing both hands on his shoulder blades. You bounce slightly up and down on his cock, feeling your walls being filled up by every inch of him. You shifted from grinding on him real slow to picking up your pace indefinitely. Jisung threw his head back against the pillow from the pleasure, the sound of his balls hitting against your ass with the combination of it jiggling as you rode him like a bunny was enough to make him want to burst on the spot.
You leaned down and give him a chaste kiss. âBest way to go, huh?â
He nods vehemently. âPlease donât stop. Ever. Iâll cancel my Crunchyroll subscription for you. Iâll stop buying figurines. Iâll even delete my Genshin account.â
âOkay, now youâre being dramatic.â
He groaned helplessly as you continuously rode him like your life depended on it, breath hitching with every drag of your hips. He was so sensitive, so overwhelmed with it all that he couldnât stop moaning into your mouth, mumbling broken, incoherent things like, âYou feel soso good,â and âI canât believe I get to have this,â and âAm I still breathing? No? Cool.â
You kissed down his jaw, showing no signs of stopping. You knew this was going to be one of those moments youâd both play on loop in your heads for a long, long time. âStill pretty, baby.â
He pants out. âYouâre gonna kill me.â
You simply keep moaning as you kept bouncing on his cock, he was thrusting back into you, going even deeper. Your eyes reaching the back of your skull from the way he was hitting all the right spots. It wouldnât take long before you started screaming his name and showering him with endless compliments.
âYouâre so fucking pretty, Ji.â You were a broken record at this point, nothing but your whines and his grunts filling the room. You felt tense, your clit was throbbing, the pressure build up making you dizzy. Jisung couldnât keep his eyes off you for a second, the way your tits bounced through your shirt, the way your long acrylics dug into his skin, he wasnât even sure how he was still alive.
This was better than any of those fake scenarios that heâd absentmindedly create in his head, better than finally beating a level that heâd get stuck on for hours. He was in pure heaven, and he felt his high approaching any minute.
âI-I think âm gonna cum,â he desperately choked out, rocking into you like a dog in heat.
Jisung was wrecked beneath you. Hands fisting into the sheets, mouth agape, his eyes rolling back every time you sank down fully and clenched around him.
âFuck, please- please, I-I canât,â he whimpered, voice shaky, flushed all the way to the tips of his ears. His stomach tightening with every motion, trying so hard not to lose it.
You leaned forward and cupped his face, riding him a little harder, the slap of skin soft but steady. âYou said you could take it, baby,â you whispered, voice syrup-sweet. âYou begged for this.â
âI know, I- just- pleaseplease can I cum?â he panted, nearly on the verge of tears. His voice was raw, wrecked, like every second you didnât let him was a cruel punishment. ââm so close, Iâm- Iâll be good, I swear, just let me.. pleaseââ
You seal his lips with yours, just to quiet the begging, grinning against his mouth as his hands fumbled for your hips again. He moaned into the kiss, his hips twitching helplessly under yours.
âYouâre lucky youâre cute when you beg,â you airly chuckled, pulling back just enough to look down at him. His eyes were wild, glazed over, the pretty sounds he made were like music to your ears.
âTh-thank you,â he sobbed, the gratitude in his voice borderline ridiculous. ââm gonna- Iâm- oh my godââ
And with that, he finally let go. Releasing every last drop of his seed into the condom, muscles tensing up, gripping you like you were his only tether to reality. He looked down to see your arousal creating a white, creamy ring around the base of his thick cock, almost about to cum again just from the mere sight alone. Your legs felt like jello, you were weightless, collapsing onto his sweaty, sticky chest as you try to catch your breath, brain all foggy in your post-coital daze.
You didnât expect him to cry.
Okayâ not, like, full sobbing. But a little misty-eyed? A little âwhat did I do to deserve this?â A sparkle in his gaze as you lay draped across his chest, both of you blissed out and glowing in the soft, RGB-lit afterglow?
Yeah.
He was trying so hard not to sniffle.
âYou okay, baby?â You murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the curve of his jaw.
Jisung nodded, eyes wide and glassy. âI just⊠I thought my first time would be like, awkward. Or disappointing. Or Iâd accidentally sneeze into someoneâs mouth and get banned from touching boobs forever.â
You laughed against his skin. âDefinitely didnât happen.â
âNo,â he grins, wrapping his arms tighter around you, âthis was better than anything I couldâve ever imagined in my head. Better than my first SSR pull in Genshin. Better than when I tried the seasonal spicy chicken ramen and lived.â
You tilted your head up to meet his eyes. âThatâs a pretty long list of victories to beat.â
âYouâre the only victory that matters.â
âOh my god,â you groaned playfully, âwho is this smooth man and what has he done with my sweaty, anime-obsessed virgin boyfriend?â
He huffed, burying his face into your hair. âHeâs still sweaty and obsessed with anime. He just⊠also happens to be madly in love with you.â
You smiled into his chest.
âAlso,â he added, completely deadpan, âI think I saw the shadow realm.â
You snorted. âWhen?â
âWhen you said I was pretty and grabbed myââ His voice cracked. He covered his face with his hands. âOh my god, I canât say it. My ancestors are watching.â
You giggled, shifting to lay next to him and intertwining your fingers with his.
And for a while, it was just quiet. Safe. His hand slowly brushing over your side. Your heartbeat syncing with his. The faint whir of his PC fan still spinning in the corner because, of course, he never actually shut it down.
Then he jolted upright suddenly, as if he remembered something urgent.
âWait.â
You blinked up at him, amused. âWhat?â
He slid off the bed, naked except for one, singular sock and scurried to his cluttered desk. You watched, dazed and curious, as he fumbled with drawers and cracked open a cabinet that definitely shouldnât have had food in it.
Finally, he turned around triumphantly. Holding out a white, rectangular box.
âPocky.â
You stared. ââŠSeriously?â
âI always imagined Iâd give my girlfriend Pocky after her first time with me,â he said solemnly. âLike a weird little anime reward.â
You sat up and grinned. âYou are a weird little anime reward.â
He climbed back into bed beside you and opened the box, pulling out one, white chocolate-dipped stick and offering it with both hands like it was a sacred gift.
You bit it gently from his fingers.
âMmm. Youâre such a good boy,â you purred with a playful smile, âgiving me snacks after ruining me.â
He short-circuited. Almost choking on his own Pocky. âYouâre going to be the death of me.â
âI hope so.â
You kissed his cheek, then his nose, and thenâ just to mess with himâ you whispered, âStill thinking about how big you are, by the way.â
Jisung made a noise so high-pitched it could only be heard by dogs. He flopped face down into the sheets, flailing helplessly while you laughed and straddled his back.
âYou have to stop saying things like that,â he muffled into the pillow.
âWhy?â You asked sweetly, brushing his hair back. âYouâre my pretty boy. Iâm just appreciating whatâs mine.â
He peeked up at you, still pink, still glowing.
ââŠPromise youâre mine too?â
You leaned down and pressed your lips against his, soft and slow.
âAlways.â
#skz x reader#stray kids x reader#skz smut#han jisung smut#han jisung x reader#stray kids smut#skz imagines#skz scenarios#han jisung imagines#han jisung scenarios#skz fluff#han jisung fluff#han smut#han x reader#han jisung x you#skz fic#skz fanfic#han jisung oneshot#stray kids oneshot
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You know the venti hc where he just nods along with whatever pregnant darling says no matter how silly or wild it may be?
What if⊠during aftercare when darling is âdrunkâ off that lovey dovey time with venven, he still does that? Darling loves to yap post-sex, and ventiâs all ears, soaking up every random thought spilling out of your mind.
If itâs from you, heâs 100% buying all of them (and he finds them freaking adorable)
You whispered to him your wishes like a secret, saying your daily i love yous, and just staring at each otherâs eyes and basking in the cozy comfort. Venti loved seeing you in this state and he enjoyed those kind of moments.
So when he noticed you tracing lovingly at the love bites youâd marked all over his neck and shoulder, he couldnât help but smile like an idiot.
Until you hit him, âLove, did you know thereâs a saying in Mondstadt? They say the number of love marks you leave on your partnerâs skin is the number of times youâll find each other again in different worlds.â
You said with a soft, silly smile, your cheeks warming up a little as you continued tracing the dark purple bruises littered on his skin. You looked proud (pleased even) as you admired your handiwork.
He tilted his head slightly and blinked at you, and then at your skin. You were peppered with faint bite marks and dusky hickeys trailing down your neck and collarboneâ much more than his.
He blinked again.
Itâs not enough.
He thought out loud causing your finger to cease its movement. Whether he meant for you to hear it or not, his voice was oddly serious for someone entirely naked and glowing with post-love satisfaction.
âI beg your pardon?â you said.
âItâs not enough. I need to add more.â
Your smile faltered. âHuh? V-Venti, w-waitâ!â
Too late.
Before you could even pull the blanket up in defense, venti had already rolled over you and slipped his arms under your back. A mischievous grin tugged at his lips as he lowered himself, his breath ghosting against your throat.
"Venti!" Your hands instinctively pressed to his chest, though you werenât exactly trying to push him away. Not really.
"ShhâŠ" he cooed, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. âIâm doing this for reincarnation purposes and you know⊠just making sure we have lots of lifetimes together.â
"Th-Thatâs not how it worksâ"
"It is now."
You squirmed beneath him, laughter bubbling up as he peppered kisses along your collarbone, slowly working his way to your shoulder.
Oh, venti definitely knew where you had heard that. It was one of those drunken chit-chats he had overheard in the rowdy corners of a tavern whenever the group would stay there to gather intel.
He remembered one night clearly when he was still but a wisp, his dear friend playing his wondrous music to distract the patrons. The girls at the back table giggled over their mugs, whispering something ridiculous about love marks from their husbands counting toward soulmates across lifetimes.
He hadnât thought much of it at the time. Just tavern gossip. But looking back, it was no wonder he remembered your face so flushed upon leaving the tavern. Even Lady Amos thought you mightâve gotten a fever.
Heavens, he hadnât pictured his goddess darling as an eavesdropper. Then again, such skill was essential in times of rebellion.
"You said it yourself, didnât you? Every mark guarantees weâll meet again. Iâm just securing our next twelve lifetimes⊠maybe a few bonus ones, just in case,â he muttered as he nipped the skin between your neck and shoulder.
Your cheeks flamed. "Y-You already left so manyâŠ"
"Darling, do you think I can survive just one lifetime with you?" He said with furrowed brows, his gaze trailing down your marked-up neck then lower.
He didnât trust fate to keep the two of you together on its own. He never had. Not when the Heavenly Principles bounded him to a life where he feared you might never return his love if you knew who he truly was.
He needed proof. Physical. Obvious. In every timeline. Preferably in places only he got to see.
You tried to stop him again, but your voice faltered when he ducked down again and brushed his lips against your skin like he was writing poetry with his mouth.
Your hands gripped his shoulders, breath catching with each slow, deliberate kiss.
It was silly. It was absurd.
And yet, when you said it with such affection that it almost sounded like gospel to him, his determination to mark and indulge your every dream and desire made you feel things both tender and sinful all at once.
If he had you gasping again soon after, well⊠maybe it was just fate agreeing with him.
So donât be surprised if you wake up with more bites and hickeys all over your body. You even found yourself instinctively tracing over the new constellation of love marks on your chest, neck, hips, and thighs.
As he gently brushed your hair away from your face, you blinked up at him and quietly asked, âHow many lifetimes are we up to now?â
Though playful, there was genuine curiosity to your hushed voice.
Venti pretended to count with his fingers, his lips twitching as he brought his hands up. "At least twenty. Though, by tomorrow morning, we might hit thirty."
Few days later, heâll see you lovingly trace the marks Venti had imprinted on you while you stand before the mirror, brushing your hair. Somehow, this makes him so ridiculously proud of himself.
Every time he passes you, his eyes will catch you tracing those bites and hickeys hidden beneath your dress. Some are peeking out from your dress, others hidden beneath, and his heart swells with a smug, horny grin.
Like, darling you couldâve just say so you want more hickeys from venven, and heâll be more than happy to give you twice as many as before.
He canât help it. Youâre his goddess and heâs obsessed with knowing you carry his love across every inch of your skin. He figures you might as well show them off, letting everyone in Mondstadt know that you only belong to the greatest anemo archon bard of all time.
#i have another draft but this its ventis turn asking darling an old saying in mond lol#i love me an idiot venven whoâs hopelessly in love with his partner#his brain just shuts off instantly when heâs with darling#ellisthoughts#genshin impact#venti x reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact venti#genshin impact venti x reader#illusory sense
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Sorry for taking a little long <3 thought I would have more free time a few hours ago, happens I didn't. Here I am now :)
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They had to submit it today.
I like how, on a superficial view, this whole scene sounds exactly like a normal teen who spilled something over their normal schoolwork. When I was in school, erasing my schoolwork in any way by accident was reason to cry. Especially because, thanks to the enormous amount of school projects and homework the school gave me at a time, I barely had enough time to re-do it.
So it feels very natural and familiar, like Walenty is just a teen that messed up a schoolwork and is frustrated because of it.
And yet the "schoolwork" is anything BUT a normal teen thing, and the consequences aren't a low grade or a few more hours fighting time and sleep to re-do it. The consequence is torture.
I really liked that âšïž The smooth mix of something that feels natural and innocent, with something that is anything but.
Would leaving dried tears help?
I commented on this before, but such a sneaky, smart kid. Like the way they think âšïž.
Everyone does, they want to refute. Itâs impossible to be perfect. But telling her that would be horrible disrespect even outside of a punishment.
Couldn't be more right. Be punished for not being perfect feels so unfair... like, who doesn't make mistakes? This was something they could barely even prevent, poor kid.
âWhat you did,â âthe teen flinches from just the sound of her voice, hunching their shoulders, flicking their head to the side, trying to be smallâ âwas a careless mistake. A stupid accident that you could easily avoid with a sliver of the intelligence you possess, Walenty.â
First, repeating our talk from before, Walenty is small, but "trying to be small" in this context is such a fawn response indeed, and I love fawn response <3333.
Second. To my understanding, the nib of their ink pen leaked ink/detached. So..... there was really very little they could do about it before it happened. :(
Thatâs not true since mishaps literally just happen sometimes, but they know what's good for them, so they bow their head like a scolded child. They are a scolded child.
Again, love love love how, despite Walenty being a child, they still pretend to be a child, or do actions that "a child would do".
We see this very little around here because a lot of people don't do minor whump, but when you are a kid and are pushed to handle things like an adult, or go through things that, as a kid, you didn't know how to handle, you end up dissociating yourself into fragments that no longer click together as one. You are, rationally, a child, but have been acting like an adult for safety for so long that actually acting like a child will always stand out in your mind. You feel less of a child in a way of "I shouldn't do this because it is childish" and of "this that I did right here, a child would do", but you still feel just as much helplessness, because acting like an adult doesn't make you one.
Anyway, I don't know if that made sense, I yapped a bit too much. But I think minor whump has an absurd potential, and though I understand many people are uncomfortable writing about it, I wish I could see it more often </3
It hurts. Why canât they get used to this? Why canât they avoid this?
Aw, poor kid </3 this is a very common way to think when you're forced to always handle things and be in control, when you actually have no control in a realistic way.
"Why can't they avoid this?" Because it is unavoidable. The one choosing to do harm is the lady, not them, they donât have any control over this, even though their mind is set on first approaching things in a manner of "what do *I* have to do to solve/handle this".
They hate this. They hate it so much. This is evil. Sheâs evil. Theyâre so tired. Walenty lets their eyes close. Lets themselves cry themselves to sleep in a stress position.
(...)
âYou havenât earned your rest.â
Oh this đ. Let them rest đ . Poor kid...
Spilled Ink
walenty masterlist + future link to part 2 of this
Contents: Minor (teen) whump, lady whumper, institutionalized whump, magic/fantasy setting, (non-combatant) living weapon whumpee, conditioned whumpee, secretly defiant whumpee, mentioned whipping and isolation as corporal punishment, mentioned torture for information, emotional abuse and manipulation, pain spell, kneeling, stress position
Taglist: @cryptozoolliegy @chiswhumpcorner (thanks for beta reading!!) @paingoes @loonybun @half-duck @inhurtandincomfort
They hadnât meant to.
They really hadnât meant to. They were only tracing the words their past self had left. They pressed too hard by accident. It was an accident.
The accident stared back at them, a black spot surely leaking into the next page. A broken nib. A smeared hand. Itchy coldness on their wrist, air on their fingers, ink spilling from notepad to desk. They were going to need to remake the draft.
Walenty took in an inky-smelling breath, putting a cap over the pen for a start. Theyâd have to fix it. Itâs okay, replacing a nib and ink wasnât too troublesome. They placed it down on the notepad since they didn't want to dirty anything else. Next, they got up from their chair, stepping to their bathroom. They rinsed their hands. Stacked toilet paper. Ran their hands under the faucet again, and let a controlled amount of water drip from their fingertips onto half the tissue.
Everythingâs fine. This trepidation is illogical, they can fix this. They can. They just need to clean it. They walked back, moving the chair aside, soaking up the ink on the paper on the dry tissue and wiping the desk with the wet one. It was already fixed a third of the way, the desk and floor clean, dirty tissues thrown into the bin.
The notebook looked... Well, they couldnât read any of what theyâd originally written, and certainly couldn't decipher it with so much missing. Theyâd have to fully rely on their memory, then. Okay, not too bad. They can rewrite it. They still have time. Itâll cost them tonight, but they rarely get work back-to-back, so theyâd only have classes and homework tomorrow.
For this reason, they couldnât replace the pen nib just yet, it took too long. It was fine since they had another pen. Satisfied for now, Walenty exhaled, sitting back down and taking a new pen. They had to restore the draft, and then they could continue writing the actual report.
Only... what had happened in the missing blotches eluded them. Thatâs not good. But it must just be their anxiety, so they set out to fixing their previous pen. They just had to clear their head, and then they could recall this vital information.
They couldnât do it. No matter how much they tried, they couldnât remember. Theyâd tried recounting events, theyâd tried pacing, tried looking at things in hopes the words would remind them, yet all they could recall was the bare-bones. Insufficient for a complete file.
They shouldâve made a backup of their notes. They shouldâve just paid more attention to their grip. They shouldâve never made a mistake.
Walenty groaned into their arms.
Hours of work, gone. Barely anything to show for it. They would surely be punished, and it wouldnât even be unwarranted this time. What would it be? Flogging? Isolation? Maybe one then the other. Theyâd have to count. Theyâd have to thank their torturer. Walenty hardly ever made the people they tortured thank them, because nobody pretended it was out of love or some other lie.
They couldnât fall asleep, worry keeping them awake.
They had to submit it today.
Walenty tried to remember during the lessons, or write during lunch. They couldnât. The sheer amount of anxiety was surely preventing them from recounting it.
There wasnât much time left. It made everything worse.
They completed their homework diligently. Stared at the half-assed report. Who would be punishing them for their incompetence?
Would leaving dried tears help?
They tried to recall things at the last minute. Maybe it would come to them.
Their leg was bouncing. They couldnât think.
All they knew was that it was a criminal of average age â couldnât remember the number or species â who hadnât cooperated until Walenty forced him to. They couldnât remember how. They couldnât remember the words that were supposed to kickstart their memory.
It wasnât enough.
Walenty hung their head low, wearing shame on their sleeve. âWhat is this?â she asks, and they flinch from just her voice. The usual inflection. Better to save their tears.
â..I couldnât recall the details of the session. Iâm sorry.â
âWhat of your notes?â She doesnât believe them. She thinks they were lazy.
They could lie and receive a different punishment. What would it be? Spilling ink and losing information could warrant a basic punishment, like a stress position or flogging but theyâd have to clean it after. But Walenty rarely slacks off. What would happen then? Maybe sensory deprivation, showing them what itâs really like to do nothing.
Maybe outright expulsion for shirking their duties.
âI accidentally spilled ink when going over them, maâam.â They confess. âIâm sorry. Iâll accept any punishment.â
Even when not daring to look her in the eyes, they can feel Ceciliaâs glare. They clench their fists even when theyâre sure theyâve gone white under their gloves, close their jaw so hard they can hear it scraping. Walenty doesnât dare utter another word.
Not without permission. When itâs like this, protocol is the foundation of it all. A soldier only speaks when spoken to. Her heels click away, and for a second, Walenty hopes itâs dismissal, a promise for the pain to come later rather than now.
Her halting and a jolt that makes them tense assures them itâs not. It was pointless to hope, Lady Cecilia dismissalâs are always verbal. They walk behind her, head bowed. Neither speaks, the only sounds footsteps.
And the ringing in Walentyâs ears, but she canât hear that.
Itâs dim in here. Cold. It always is. The noble has locked the door. The orphan stands in place, waiting for orders. She hasnât made them remove anything yet. Walenty hopes it stays that way. âItâs always so... disappointing,â she accentuates the sentence with an administration of artificial hurt, and their breathing stops, ââwhen you forget everything weâve done for you.â
They havenât forgotten it. They made just one mistake. An honest one. âIâm sorry,â they apologize regardless, holding their hands together.
âYou always are.â Lady Cecilia replies, not even needing to flick her wrist for pain to shoot through them. It makes them gasp this time. âYouâre always quick to beg for forgiveness, arenât you?â Her heels click, click, click until sheâs just in front of them. She could strangle them like this. Is that why she had them keep the cape on? âYet you always make mistakes.â
Everyone does, they want to refute. Itâs impossible to be perfect. But telling her that would be horrible disrespect even outside of a punishment.
âWalk.â The high-elf combines her command with magic that makes them see static, and they feel dumb for not realizing that was what she wanted. Walenty steps back. Is she just going to use the earring them this time? It seems like it. She has them remove the cape for just stress positions. Maybe sheâll add something else. Maybe theyâll be left here.
They step back, and back, and are about to continue before she holds her hand up, so they stop. They blink, breaking eye contact from sheer nervousness. The center of the room. Thereâs chains above them, not modified for Walentyâs height yeâ
A too-loud buzz, then pain. It burns yet freezes, stabbing and pulling out the needle and stabbing again everywhere. Walenty cries out, already feeling weak in the knees. They gasp in gulps of air as she just looks at them, then cover their face. That hurts too, some weird resonating spell. They flinch back with an audible cry, losing their balance and falling on their butt. It hurts. It hurts so much, and itâs not stopping, and their heart is racing, and they canât talk and can barely move.
âWhat is this?â She reprimands âbarely audible over the sound of magic in their ear, but they can tell she needs to shout for them to hear herâ and they instinctively shrink, doing their best to adjust to a proper kneel. âBetter,â Walenty hears faintly, and the screaming in their nerves stops. They donât bother to hope that itâs over already, merely hanging their head and breathing.
They can feel their pulse, racing against their chest, trying to get out with every heaving breath. Hell, they can hear it, thumping alongside the long siren that isnât real.
Even when itâs not active, it hurts so much. They still hear its buzzing, their ears are still ringing, they can hear their own heartbeat and itâs way too fast. Itâs so loud.
âGet up.â
They try and their legs give out. âIâm sorry,â Walenty pleads, trying again. She lets them, and they succeed this time.
âWhat you did,â âthe teen flinches from just the sound of her voice, hunching their shoulders, flicking their head to the side, trying to be smallâ âwas a careless mistake. A stupid accident that you could easily avoid with a sliver of the intelligence you possess, Walenty.â
Thatâs not true since mishaps literally just happen sometimes, but they know what's good for them, so they bow their head like a scolded child. They are a scolded child.
âAre you sorry?â
âYes, Lady Cecilia.â
âThatâs not enough.â
They scream in tandem with the unsaid spell, falling right back down, choking on the sound not soon after. âAh--â is the high whine that comes right after as Walenty at least kneels. Every gesture matters. Theyâre glad they used the waterproof makeup today. The student gasps then holds, gasps then holds. In for 1, hold for 2, out for 2.
They put a hand over their mouth as if that makes their shuddering open-mouth breath look any more presentable. They look up. Blink away the tears that have gathered.
Cecilia looks back, her eyes like rhinestones.
âIâm sorry,â they try.
âGet up.â She orders, and so they do, trembling freely. The torture device pierced onto their body buzzes back to life, and they fall to their knees again. Walenty hardly even has the energy to cry out this time, just sniffling. A hot kettle rings out in the distance their auditory system, high pitched but far away.
âAre you incapable of following even the most simple of orders?â She steps behind them, forcing their head down when they try to look.
They donât know how to answer. What can they say? Of course theyâre capable of that, but saying so right now is disrespectful. Saying that no is contrarian, disrespectful too. Saying theyâll learn is an empty promise made by a begger, so she might as well give up on them. They wince at the sound of chains behind them, not needing to be verbally ordered to remove their cape.
They try not to stall for time as they remove their badge, fold their cape, and tie the ribbon around the collar of their shirt this time, but itâs hard to work fast when their hands are shaking this bad. Maybe, if they couldâve just done what they were told, they wouldnât be getting ready for a stress position.
They position their wrists behind their back, thankful to their gloves and sleeves for making it a little less cold. She steps back and pulls up the lever, Walenty being lifted as the machine does its job, engine humming and manacles clinking. It stops when theyâre barely touching the ground with the very ends of their shoesâ platforms, strung up by the wrists.
Neither teacher nor student say anything, staring at each other in the dark. Walenty ponders trying to apologize again. It wonât get them out of this, of course, but their punishment might end earlier if theyâre remorseful.
They open their mouth, but all that comes out is an âAck!â once the torture begins again, and midair this time. They tense so much worse this time, squeezing their eyes shut, hunching their shoulders as much as possible, clenching their fists, something.
It hurts. Why canât they get used to this? Why canât they avoid this?
They know this self deprecation is illogical, that itâs not their fault. That some reason to hurt them wouldâve been found sooner or later.
But itâs so loud. A repetitive clicking, a nauseating buzzing, thud-thud-thud, burning thatâs freezing, static, pins and needles, shivers, Pain.
They realize they were screaming when it ends, and then they devolve into gasps for air, both because theyâre out of breath and because they need to regulate their heartbeat before it fails.
In, hold, out. Two seconds, two seconds, and two seconds. In, hold, and out. Three, three, two...
They try to look at Lady Cecilia through their teary haze. Sheâs watching. Sheâs only watching. Okay.
In for four, hold for 4, out for four. Again. Their ears are still ringing, aching somewhere in the back of their eyes, but their pulse is calming down. They look away, sniffling even as they try to blink away tears.
They hate this. They hate it so much. This is evil. Sheâs evil. Theyâre so tired. Walenty lets their eyes close. Lets themselves cry themselves to sleep in a stress position.
Theyâre metaphorically shocked out of it, gasping.
âYou havenât earned your rest.â
It goes on and on and on, until they can hardly even scream anymore, just pathetically beg for forgiveness. By that time, it must be getting late, because Cecilia leaves them. She said something, but they canât hear it with the ringing in their ears, and they donât manage to ask in time.
The door shuts. Walenty doesnât know how long it takes them to breathe soundly or regain rational thought.
Magic-fueled pain administration, then a stress position for however-long. Thatâs their punishment. They sigh into the darkness, aching from both physical effort and the residue of the spell. Itâs going to get worse as more time passes.
Theyâre so tired. In their desperate attempts to avoid this exact outcome, they havenât gotten even a blink of sleep last night. Walenty ponders trying to nap. Itâs extremely unsightly, of course, but theyâre usually left alone for stress positions, and theyâre going to be sore regardless. Still, they donât know how long theyâll be left here. If someone walks in and sees them slacking, thatâs a guaranteed extension, and they definitely wonât wake themselves up before that with the zero rest theyâve gotten lately.
Walenty sighs again. Now, what to think about to accompany mind-numbing torture...
#loved this <333#nice to see the snippets turning into an actual chapter!#daffodil academy#Walenty#electrocution#minor whump#institutionalized whump#magic whump#stoic whumpee#obedient whumpee#conditioned whumpee#stress position
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Suguru can be a bit manipulative⊠okay, maybe a lot. But can you really blame a guy for wanting his girlfriend to stay over for more than eight hours? Itâs your first night at his place, and youâre just going to leave in the morning?
Yeah, that doesnât sit right with him.
And itâs not like heâs even being pushy. You two havenât done anything yet. Even though - god - thereâve been moments tonight where heâs sure his self-control is about to snap.
Like when he let you use his shower for the first time, and he had to pretend he wasnât imagining what you looked like in one of his towels, hair dripping wet, skin flushed from the steam. Or how he wasnât sure heâd be able to handle you coming out smelling like him.
Or earlier, in the kitchen - your soft footsteps padding around, your voice all curious and sweet when you asked where he keeps the tableware. That little pout. Those eyes. The way your hips brushed against him when you reached for the cups, and his hands instinctively went to your waist. He prayed - begged - you didnât feel the hard-on pressed against you. He's a religious man after all.
So when youâre finally nestled beside him in bed, wrapped in his dark, silky sheets, his arms, his scent - heâs desperately reminding himself: Donât be a pervert. Donât ruin this. You're too good to me. You're not ready. Iâm not ready.
Heâs not ready to see what your face looks like when heâs on top of you. Whether you're the type to reach for his hands. Whether youâd whine into his kisses and chase them like youâre addicted to him.
Of course he doesn't sleep well. Not with you so close. Not when he keeps pulling you tighter against him in the middle of the night. Not when all he can think is - Please donât leave yet.
So, of course, he wakes up before you. Of course he adjusts the blinds just right - so the light doesnât hit your eyes, but still kisses your skin like a cat sunbathing. Of course he tucks the comforter closer around you, warm and heavy, so you stay cocooned in comfort while he goes about his morning.
He checks in on you often. Teases you when you stir, coos about how sleepy you are. Laughs softly when you grab for his hand, half-conscious. And of course heâs going to make it feel like this is your idea. Staying a little longer. Getting cozy. Not rushing off.
Because the truth is - he doesnât want you to leave. Is that really so bad?
#It's even more silly if you think of him as a deranged cult leader#That happened to get a babysitter last minute so you could stay over#I think he does try to keep you longer than the weekend#Probably thinks you're going to die if you're out of his sight#What a silly guy you are Suguru#Suguru Geto#Geto Suguru#Geto#JJK geto#Jujutsu kaisen#geto x reader#suguru x reader#geto suguru x reader#suguru geto x reader#suguru fluff#mdni#I have so many thoughts on this and not enough time to yap about them >:(
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footnotes arent enough I need you to talk to me like im fucking Amelia Bedelia
#this isnât about anything in particular btw. I just have to add a lot of memos when Iâm doing things because some things are done a certain#way and it isnât explained well in the instructions. like my mom has instructions on her baking recipes right#but when it says stuff like add dry ingredients to wet ingredients it also means you donât dump it in one go you add it slowly by portion#this is probably why I find videos and demonstrations the most helpful when I learn something. like I almost always ask someone to show me#how they do it because there could be something they do thatâs already second nature and wouldnât really be considered in an explanation yk#I donât think Iâm an exception either. when the rice is done cooking I divide it into 4 quarters to bless it#but there are a million ways to divide rice and it makes me think that one persons way of doing it or not doing it all is just as valid#theres also technically no wrong way to divide rice afaik. this means either all ways of dividing rice is safe or valid until we find some#universally terrible way of dividing rice. until that happens nobody really thinks about specifying HOW you divide the rice#source: I have anxiety starting and doing things for the first time because I got way too many people yell at me NONONO WHAT ARE YOU DOING#THATS WRONG while Iâm in the middle of doing the thing. I would rather have people think Iâm either very stupid or overly specific#than go thru the panic inducing fear of âYOURE DOING THIS WRONG OMG WHY DIDNT YOU ASK AHEAD OF TIME THIS WILL BE FUCKED UP FOREVERâ đ§#nothing wrong if you donât give something a second thought because youâre so used to it. but I can and will ask about it and I donât think I#really should feel bad about it if I donât know enough to dispute it. idk#the other way around I try to be as specific as possible and word things in a way that people who might not get where Iâm coming from will#understand. but the problem with that is my explanations tend to be lengthy and I lose them either way đż#Im. trying to work on that using examples and stuff because they seem to work the best#but if I could write everything down on a word doc and beam it into your melon that would save both of us time and embarassment#im rambling the short version is I have adhd#yapping
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crazy to think that i started this blog stressing about going to uni and now iâm graduating in less than a month
#and the fact that iâve actually met some cool people off this site that iâm genuinely friends with now#hehe love yâall#and everyone else whoâs stuck around thank you <3#hiding this in the tags just because: i am genuinely happier than iâve ever been since starting this blog#and that is mainly because of my life outside of tumblrâwork school and friends and all#and so iâve been directing alot to my time and energy towards them because again with the interaction rate on this app#at least outside of tumblr my time and energy is appreciated a bit more#sure iâm not writing fanfics to my irl but ykwim#that being said i do like to pop in on here from time to time#but writing has been something tahts just been pushed to the deep corners of my mine#partly because of school but also due to lack of energy or motivation to actually write#i have so many drafts of bareky complete drabbles but thatâs about as far as my writing can go atm#so weâll see if that spark comes back for anyone whoâs still here lmao#anyways#enough of me yapping. just wanted to share a thought and then some#if youâre still here: i hope youâre doing well :)#jen rambles
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Idk if it's bc I'm like NOT suffering the horrors or if my state of being is why or whatever, but man. I've really been being a yapper, huh?
I say this in reference to my social life lmao
#sepiasys.txt#Old friend from WH random times wanted to make friends again and we did a bunch of dms and I wonder to myself about how I did it#bc even during the moment I thought about how bad i am at conversation; like I can't start or maintain one successfully in many cases. so ye#OMG *FANDOM NOT RANDOM LMAO I DIDN'T REALIZE THE TYPO WAS SITTING THERE STARING ME IN THE FACE#Anyways uh yeah my yapping has been a specific brand of it and I'm just. idk. I'm ig not fully there so I hear myself#and I think 'man I rlly am autistic; huh?' and it's just kinda sad to think about but I try my best đ„ș#or some part of me does like the bare minimum ig lmao idk.#No plans for Saturday; might just sleep in tbh. I've been able to eat regularly enough that I feel ok. I might need to like. find an to fill#Saturdays with- I just got interrupted irl. I might need to find smth to fill saturdays with; assuming that S will be home on them#Sunday is spaghetti day :3 I'm doing researches on food in the meantime btw. can work on that and resume tmr ^^#I got interrupted with oreos btw from my roommate/bestie; it confused me /lh#Anyways Yeah I'm gonna write down schedule for da week probably :3 I keep tracks of stuffs ^^ Am glad when I can look back on info I need đ
#OH YA I GOT FREE BUS TICKET. Idk how they work but I have it so thas cool :3#Idk what to say without repeating myself đ
I also forgor what this post was originally abt. Anyways :3
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hihi I loved the zayne princess treatment post could you do a sylus one as well please đ„čđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđ
sylus and his princess (queen) treatment
pairings: bf!sylus x fem!reader
warnings: none really, maybe minor mentions of some memories
a/n: thank you for the love and the request xx hope you enjoy <3

With a high bounty on his head Sylus has many enemies. Now having you as his beloved partner in this dangerous life (and all the ones before and after) your life has taken priority over his own. Despite your stubborn tendencies, he always has eyes on you ensuring your safety.
He not so slyly suggests you stay at his place 99% of the time as an answer to any of your complaints claiming he has 'this and that' but really itâs to keep you close by.
You insist on waiting up for him after his many late night outings much to his opposition. The lamps dim lighting catching his eye through the window each time he returns to find you cutely tucked into yourself sound asleep on the plush couch. Heâd chuckle quietly and scoop you into his arms carrying you bridal style down the dark hallways to the bedroom.
You often complained about the coldness of his marble flooring even in socks. Heâs made sure to have his staff keep you slippers in your most visited rooms ever since.
You thought his shower was huge before? He had it expanded and added multiple shower heads. When you asked why, he responded with âTime is of the essence, now we can save it by showering together sweetie.â
He loves to accommodate you, adding a vanity to his bedroom, his and hers closet, shared armory access personalized just to your liking⊠The list goes on.
Heâs discreetly possessive with his touches but itâs usually masked by his powerful demeanor. For instance, when the two of you are out heâs often guiding you on his arm or with his large hand splayed on the small of your back. At meals and meetings his hand finds its way to rest on your thigh.
He will not stand for any sign of disrespect towards you, those who havenât learned that are met with something violently unpleasant. (Most times completely unbeknownst to youâ Sylus makes sure youâre occupied)
You yap and he listens. Earnestly. And I mean undivided and devoted attention. He is so very fond of the way you light up like a child when speaking about your life.
His attention to detail is remarkable and he shows that in your everyday life. Whether itâs picking up on your favorite scent or noting what things make you relax more than others, he provides you with them as much as possible.
That travel magazine youâd been reading hadnât gone unnoticed and to your surprise, heâd arranged for the two of you to escape reality and venture out for a vacation.
This man can compliment, and he can compliment goooood. He has no issue expressing his gratitude and respect for you through his words and oh boy is he good with his words.
Seeing you scared or fearful wounded him enough the first few times that it now melts him into a puddle at the first sign of worry from you.


this is his *please donât be worried/upset* look
He doesnât mind one bit helping you bathe and dress after a long day of work. He even brushes your hair.
Your words mean everything to him, he wants to hear it. (He praises you for it in return đ€)
For all the excursions you often clung to him like a backpack atop his bikeâ he decided a spare motorcycle helmet just wouldnât do for you anymore and had one made to match his.
His date at any and every auction, he revels in getting to flaunt you around all dolled up and on his arm. Some even say his demeanor changed since you began attending these events with him..
read zayneâs version here
read calebâs version here
requests open â€ïž
#love and deepspace#love and deepspace headcanons#love and deepspace sylus#love and deepspace x reader#lads#lads sylus#sylus love and deepspace#sylus x mc#sylus#lnds sylus#lnds#otome#otome game#sylus headcanons#lads x reader#lads mc#lads headcanons#sylus lads#l&ds sylus#sylus x reader#sylus x you#lnds x reader#lnds mc#l&ds#l&ds headcanons#ç§Šćœ»#qin che
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Hard Launching â°ââĄâ°â
Summary: lando and y/n wanted to hard launch their relationship after dating secretly for a while. lando finds the perfect way to do so.
â ln x reader â§Ë*°àż
â fluff + humour â§Ë*°àż
masterlist âŸâŒ
lando and y/n had been discussing for a while about hard launching their relationship. they had managed to keep it out of the media for an entire season, but the media liked to paint lando as a villain, in more ways than one. not only were they attacking his skills on track, they began collecting pictures of lando with women, no matter how many years ago, and publishing them with articles about him being a womanizer.
the funniest ones were the pictures of lando and her sister out on some bonding time. reading those articles always made y/n laughed, and she would be lying if she said that she didnât have them bookmarked in her browser for a pick me up when she was having a bad day.
at first, they had thought of doing a simple post with a cheesy caption. enough to let the fans knows that he was off the market again. but, it also felt kind of boring, and that was not lando or y/nâs style.
they discussed it for weeks, looking at different social media websites for inspiration, until it struck lando. scrolling through instagram, heâd found the perfect way to hard launch his relationship with his girlfriend.
when y/n asked him, he said, âyouâll just have to wait like the rest of the world, my love. but, i know youâre going to love it.â
y/n waited, just like he had told her to. she waited for two months, until one day, in the middle of her work, she received the instagram notification of lando posting and tagging her. this was the moment, y/n thought.
opening instagram, she found a reel, instead of a post or a story like she assumed. quickly, wearing her airpods, y/n clicked on the reel, increasing the volume in the background.
the reel opened with someone recording lando as he walked, head down and concentrated. the person recording said, âexcuse me, what are you listening to right now?â
lando took out one of his airpods, and said, âmy girlfriend yapping,â and then walked away.
the reel immediately cut to different instances of y/n talking and lando patiently listening. they were all sped up videos, and y/n watched her animated hands as she ranted, and lando listening, changing his position every so often. the music in the background was a lively, jaunty sound, and it fit so well with the reel.
there were a series of videos, from their home, from the paddock, from conference rooms where they were waiting for zak, or even from the gym where lando worked out, and y/n basically followed him, still talking his ear off. there were multiple videos of them on facetime as well, or screenshots of their hour - hour and half long conversations.
y/n laughed. it truly was the perfect way for lando to hard launch their relationship. it described them perfectly, if she did say so herself.
scrolling through the comments, she saw a lot of fans crying that he was a taken man now. she saw some saying things like, âthis is the realest representation of a relationship.â there were some hate comments too, but they were stupid, so she ignored them.
she commented on the post as well, typing, âwait till i send you a 20 minute voice note on my lunch breakâ to which lando immediately responded with, âcanât wait, i got my airpods and my phone fully chargedâ
y/n laughed again, opening her text messaging app, and sending a quick âi love you this was perfectâ to her boyfriend.
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hi! i hope you guys enjoyed this! it came to me while i was driving to college! this is my prompt list, so y'all can select a number, give me a driver and i will write it as soon as possible! i also have a google form for a taglist if anyone's interested! you can sent in your requests here :)
taglist: @maketheshadowsfearyou ; @anamiad00msday
#f1#formula 1#lando norris#formula one#ln4#f1 imagine#lando norris imagine#lando norris x you#lando norris x reader#lando norris fanfic#lando x reader#lando imagine#ln4 fluff#ln4 imagine#ln4 fic#ln x reader#ln
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Hate your guts (pt 1)



~ this fic is my Christmas giftđ i'm dividing this into two parts bcs tumblr is shit
pairing: rockstar!hyunjin x rockstar afab!reader
genre: enemies to lovers, fluff, smut
wc: 26.6k
synopsis: hwang hyunjin, your sworn enemy. the person who finds and pushes all your buttons, annoys you and makes you angry. the person you're trying to avoid so badly, only to end up practically sharing a bed with him on tour. let the fun begin!
warnings: lots of swearing, smoking and alcohol, mentions of blood and throwing up, mild violence, multiple sex scenes, unprotected sex, oral (f and m), fingering, handjob, semi-public sex, spanking, creampies, mix of degradation and praise
a/n: thank you @frehyun for helping me come up with a name for hyunjin's bandđ also a thank you to @jehhskz @moonchild9350 and @hyunebunx for giving me suggestions, listening to me yap and being supportive while i was writing thisđ„čđ©·đ©·đ©· title is inspired by inji, go listen to her musicđ«¶đ»
a little ramble: feel free to skip this! but i just wanted to say that this was supposed to be done sooner cause i had other fics planned out to write but work got in the way. so i wrote this fic whenever and wherever i could; hiding in the bathroom at work, during my break, at the bus station, at 3am when i couldn't sleep etc... it's been a ride and i'm proud of how it turned out, hopefully y'all enjoy it toođ„čđ«¶đ»
â...And do you look into the mirror to remind yourself youâre there? Or have somebodyâs goodnight kisses got that covered? When Iâm not being honest, I pretend that you were just some loverâŠâ
It was a perfect but short moment.
The fresh breeze coming into the car where the window was opened just a little was enough to give you some air but still managed to hide most of your face from the outside world.Â
The music in your ears was loud, so loud that you were drowning in it, the warm and comforting voice, the melancholic guitar riff in the background, and the gentle sluggish drums putting it all together into a song that made your eyes water.
You tuned everything else out as this was the only moment of peace you were going to get today.
You needed every shred of sanity you could gather, and you were determined to hold onto it as much as you could.
Because today, you had an interview with him.
Hwang Hyunjin.
Oh, the name you know so well.
Even thinking about the way it sounds makes you feel angry.
It seemed as if his life mission was to find every single button of yours and push them repeatedly until you exploded like a ticking bomb.
Your mind wandered as you thought about him and how much his existence angered you, your stomach turning into knots.
Or maybe it was just pre-interview nerves.
No matter how many times you talked in front of the camera, it always made you feel anxious and jittery.
Being on stage was fun, there was no anxiety there as whenever you would step on it and see all the people cheering for you and singing along to the music you and your friends wrote, your heart felt full, your soul elated.Â
It was an exhilarating feeling you couldnât even begin to explain to someone whoâd never experienced it.
Every concern in your head, every ache in your soul, every tear behind your eyelids threatening to spill got erased when you gave yourself to the stage.
If you could, you would definitely try to avoid the interviews and just perform.
But your record company had other plans.
Being the only up and rising all girls rock band in the company meant that you needed promotion, and what better way to promote than to collab with the only boy rock band in the same company?
Hwang Hyunjinâs band.
Yes, you couldnât wait for this day to be over.
âY/n!â you were shaken out of your thoughts, as your manager pulled at your headphones.
âWhat?â you almost snapped at her, startled by her antics.
âYou were staring off into space and muttering angrily about Hyunjin. Something like âpoke his eyes outâ and âconceited dickâ.â Ana giggled, covering her lips with her hand as you rolled your eyes, realizing that youâve already arrived at the building for the interview.
âIâm sure you find all this amusing. But I am not amused at all. Last time I had an interview with that... bastard, everyone thought we were dating and started shipping us.â you recoil at the thought. âI would never date someone like him.â
âOh y/n, lighten up! You know there will always be rumors of all kinds. The dating rumors are the least harmful ones, trust me. Just act like youâre besties with Hyunjin, for an hour tops.â
You take a deep breath in, then sigh.
âI am a professional. I will do this right.â you nod with a determined tone as Ana bumped her fist with yours.
âThatâs the spirit!â your manager smacked your thigh happily as you yelped, making her laugh before she exited the car.
Since you were in the underground parking lot, there was no press around so you walked out of the car freely, going directly to the elevator that would take you to the reception.
Ana pressed the button when you walked in and just as the doors started closing, someoneâs combat boot was pushed between the silver doors, stopping them and making them open again.
Your eyes traveled up from the boots, to the tight leather pants and the skimpy tank top revealing a tattoo sleeve, right to the face you hoped you wonât be seeing for at least another ten minutes.
Hyunjin had an obnoxious smirk dancing on his lips as he looked down at you, puffing his chest out like some peacock showing off his feathers and you already wanted to smack the shit out of him.
His manager, Anthony waved at the two of you, ushering him into the elevator.
âGood morning y/n, Ana.â Anthony greeted as Hyunjin kept smirking at you.
âIt was good until now.â you crossed your arms over your chest.
Even the cologne Hyunjin was wearing made you want to puke your guts out so you stepped away from him.
A chuckle escaped his lips as he leaned on the wall casually, never taking his eyes off of you.
âAw, you throwing a tantrum already baby?â he smirked at you and you started fuming.
Both of your managers rolled their eyes, Ana muttering âhere we go againâ as she shook her head.
âI see you have a new piercing on your face. You needed another hole to let the air out of that empty head?â you said, trying to sound nonchalant and Hyunjin scoffed.
âIâm gonna ignore that comment and focus on the fact that youâre counting my piercings. Observing me, huh?â he looked at you smugly.
âYeah, cause I have nothing better to do than-â
Ding!
âAlright, break it off kids, were here!â Anthony said, quickly pulling Hyunjin out of the elevator.
âSee? I canât stand him.â you groaned as Ana chuckled.
âYou stood up to him pretty well.â Ana winked. âLet's go get some coffee, get you properly awake before the interview.â she gripped your shoulders, shaking you a little as you groaned in protest.
Thankfully, Hyunjin had disappeared somewhere and you were glad he wasnât around to annoy you, as you made small talk with a few of the staff you knew there since youâve already been interviewed for the same channel before.Â
âAna, Iâm gonna go get some air before we start.â you felt the nerves creeping up inside you.
âOkay, but you have to be back in five minutes.â she reminded you and you gave her a thumbs up, before practically sprinting down the hall to get to the little terrace hidden on the side.
Staff used it for smoke breaks, and you decided to use it to calm your anxiety down.
You flung the door open and stepped out onto the balcony, quickly taking a deep breath in while you looked down at the city before you.
âNeeded to see me once more before the interview?â a voice rang out to the left of you.
Hyunjinâs voice.
Of course the bastard is here, you thought, your face becoming hot in annoyance.
âI had no idea you were here, asshole.â you turned to look at him.
He was leaning on the railing, flexing his muscles, a long vein protruding under the layer of the swirling colorful flowers inked into his skin, leading all the way to his long fingers with chipped nail polish and a cigarette pinched between his thumb and index finger.
He looked at you intently through his bangs that were haphazardly falling into his eyes, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip, before his tongue poked out to play with the piercing adorning it.
âI thought you had more originality when it comes to nicknames, darling.â he said mockingly before taking another drag from his cigarette.
âDonât call me that.â you turned around to leave but Hyunjinâs long arm quickly blocked your way, his palm splayed on the wall.
You looked up at him and stepped back, just as he puffed the smoke out your way.
âYou leaving?â he looked smug again, intrusive thoughts of pushing him off the balcony appeared in your mind.
âYes, this space is too small and your cologne is nauseating.â your face scrunches up.
âAw, Iâll make sure to find another one youâd like.â Hyunjin smirks.
âDonât bother.â you ducked under his arm and opened the door, walking away as fast as you could.
At least he helped in a way, you werenât anxious anymore, just annoyed and waiting for this day to be over.Â
âWhere is Hyunjin, weâre starting in a minute.â Anthonyâs brows furrowed while you were ushered towards the room.Â
âLast I saw him, he was smoking on the balcony.â you shrugged as they sat you down.Â
The chair where Hyunjin would be sitting was too close for comfort and you wanted so badly to push it away, but you figured it was there because of the camera frame.Â
âWeâre on in 30 seconds!â one of the staff yelled and you rolled your eyes.Â
Of course he was late, the self-centered bastard. You were sure he was enjoying this, everyone waiting on his highness to arrive, everyone panicking around him as he wears that disgusting smug smirk on his face.
âIn 10âŠ9âŠâ the staff started counting down just as the door swung open and a breathless Hyunjin ran into the room, almost tripping over your crossed legs before he sat down on the chair next to you.Â
After he ran in, one of the girls working there ran in too, quickly taking her place with rosy cheeks and her lipgloss smeared.Â
You rolled your eyes and looked at him, the glitter from the girlâs lipgloss was visibly shining on his lips and chin.Â
âYou have a little something.â you said and he smirked, wiping his chin off before leaning towards you.
âMy lips were dry.â he whispered with a wink.
You were more than ready to get this over with, seething with anger at his unprofessional behavior that you didnât even notice the camera began rolling.Â
â... todayâs special guests are y/n of Venus Flytrap and Hyunjin of Lycoris Radiata! I hope yâall are as excited as I am, since itâs been so long. Y/n, letâs start with you. You have a new album coming out soon, can we get a little sneak peek of that?â the interviewer, Sarah, asked as you adjusted on your chair.Â
âThis is our third album now, and this time Steph and Janey participated in the writing more than before, so the songs are really personal to all three of us.â
âAre we finally gonna hear about their love story?â Sarah wiggled her eyebrows.Â
âWe may.â you smirked at her, not wanting to reveal too much.
âHow about yours?â she added on, in the corner of your eye you saw Hyunjin leaning towards you as he stared at you, manspreading like always, his knee knocking into yours.Â
âHuh?âÂ
âYour love story. Is there a special guy or girl in your life?â the interviewer asked, making you feel annoyed instantly.Â
You hated being asked questions like that, sometimes it felt like the music you were writing didnât even matter, all people wanted to know was who youâre fucking.Â
âNot at the moment, no.â you forced a smile so you donât seem rude.
âI thought I was special.â Hyunjin chimed in next to you, bumping his shoulder against yours, that shit eating grin you hate spreading on his face.
Before you could answer, Sarah butted in.Â
âOh, is there something happening between you that we should know about?â
You could just hear the excitement in her voice, the hunger for drama dripping from her lips.Â
âNothing is happening, we just like to joke around like that.â you quickly answered, hoping to deflect her to another question, or that sheâd finally talk to Hyunjin and ask him about his new song, so you could take a few moments to breathe.Â
âSo, you two are close?â
Oh no.Â
Here it goes again.Â
Last time this happened, your name got dragged on every social media platform.
People who were shipping the two of you got on your nerves, but that wasnât the biggest problem.
No, it was the people who had sent you hate and death threats, telling you if they saw you next to Hyunjin again youâd be dead.Â
It took a toll on your mental health and scared you since you know people can easily find an address or stalk you somewhere and you wanted to avoid any rumors that would endanger your well-being.Â
âWe're just coworkers.â to your surprise Hyunjin answered nonchalantly, saying exactly what you wanted to say so people would leave you alone.Â
Why was there a weird feeling in your chest then?
âWell, sometimes thereâs passion at the workplace.â Sarah wasnât giving it up and you were close to losing your temper and telling her to shove it already, ask some less invasive questions.Â
âNo passion here, our relationship is strictly professional.â you said, but your skin burned where Hyunjinâs thigh pressed against yours.
In your mind you were cursing both him and Sarah, and even your manager for bringing you here.
Thankfully, she left it at that, continuing with questions about your upcoming tour and Hyunjinâs new song.Â
As soon as the interview finished and you were done shaking hands, Ana came to you, her hand on your shoulder as she squeezed.Â
In the corner of your eye, you saw Hyunjin slip out of the room.
âGood job.â she smiled as Anthony joined the two of you.Â
âI hope youâre hungry, y/n. This time itâs my treat, and thereâs this restaurantâŠâ
You tuned Anthony out, completely forgetting that after an interview like this, the tradition is to have dinner with Hyunjin and his manager.Â
âCan we skip dinner this time? I just wanna go home and lay down.â
âNonsense, I hear your stomach growling from here. Come on, itâs free food you canât say no.â Anthony made a goofy face, hoping to win you over.
âFine, you had me at free food.â you sighed as Ana nodded with a smile.
âGood! Now where is our other rockstar?â he quickly looked around. âI swear, sometimes I feel like Iâm a babysitter, not a manager.â
âIâll go find him.â you offered, wanting to leave the building as soon as possible.
âSure.â Ana nodded and you made your way down the hall.
Your footsteps echoed in the empty space, until you came closer to a corner where the sounds of hushed voices and giggles filled up your ears and made you roll your eyes.Â
âYou know I canât give you my number, baby. But if there is an empty room around here somewhereâŠâ Hyunjin was talking to the girl from earlier, leaning over her body as she stared up at him like he was a god, her back against the wall.
You cleared your throat, crossing your arms on your chest.Â
Both of them looked up at you, Hyunjin giving you a smirk as he straightened up and the girl glared at you but you didnât give a shit.Â
âWe need to leave right now. Our managers are waiting for us.â you said simply as the girl whined.Â
âShh, maybe some other time.â he shushed her, leaning towards her and your stomach flipped in disgust.Â
He didnât kiss her, just taunted her before he leaned back and made his way towards you.Â
âCockblocker.â he stuck his tongue out, the piercing adorning it catching the light for a moment.Â
âDo you even know her name?â you asked, keeping a fast pace and a good distance away from him.
âNo. Does it matter?â he shrugged, his long legs quickly catching up to you in big strides.
âYouâre despicable.â your face scrunched up in disgust as you neared the elevator where your managers were waiting and chatting.Â
âThrowing some big words around. You sure you know the meaning?â he smirked.
âThatâs it.â you said angrily.
âWhat? You just basically told me I deserve to be hated just cause I wanted to have some fun.âÂ
You looked at him, full on ready to slap him across his face but Ana stepped between the two of you.Â
âFighting again? Can the two of you behave for just one evening?â Anthony frowned with a sigh as he called the elevator.Â
âI can behave.â Hyunjin clicked his tongue cheekily before playing with his lip ring again.Â
âY/n?â Ana looked at you.Â
âAs long as he doesnât talk to me, Iâll be fine.â you turned away from Hyunjin, stepping into the elevator.Â
This is going to be one awkward dinner.Â
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Choosing to disconnect in the van you put your earphones in, ignoring Hyunjinâs presence right next to you.Â
Itâs like your managers wanted to have you two as close as possible, like they thought itâd make you hate each other less but at this moment there was nothing more you wanted than to get away from him.Â
Or maybe your managers wanted to be closer to each other, you smirked to yourself as Ana twirled her hair around her finger, giggling at something Anthony said.Â
You leaned back as the music flooded your ears, your figure slightly turned towards the window as you watched the street lights pass you by, totally unaware of a pair of eyes that were glued to you.
Hyunjin observed you in detail, how shiny your hair was as it cascaded down your back and shoulders, how your brows were slightly creased and your lips pouty as you listened to your music, the steady rise and fall of your chest, the way your fingers played with the hem of your shirt as you pulled on it, how pretty the rings adorning your fingers were, how the necklace you always wore laid gently on your collarbone.
No little detail was skipped as he drinked it all in, thinking you wouldnât notice.Â
But after some time as it got even darker outside, you caught Hyunjinâs reflection in the window as he stared at you with a look on his face that youâve never seen before.Â
Your stomach suddenly swirled as the two of you made eye contact on the glass, Hyunjinâs plump lips falling open before he sat up and looked away, acting like nothing happened.Â
The rest of the ride was uneventful and you were tired of this day, having to look at Hyunjin was more exhausting to you than being on stage.
You couldnât wait to get into your bed and disappear.Â
As you walked into the restaurant, you were led to a table and you could see a few people whispering and pointing at you but usually they didnât bother you much.Â
However, this time was different.Â
As you scanned the menu, a girl timidly approached your table and you looked up at her as she stood next to Hyunjin.Â
âIâm - Iâm sorry to bother you but Iâm a really big fan and I was wondering if youâd take a picture with me?â she asked Hyunjin who immediately smirked at her.
âNo pictures allowed. But you can get his signature.â Anthony chimed in.Â
âAnd who the fuck are you?â the girl changed her demeanor right away, making Hyunjin chuckle.
âEasy there, sweetheart, thatâs my boss.â he wiggled his eyebrows at the girl. âCome on Iâll give you a sign and you can write me your number, maybe Iâll call you, hm?â Hyunjin winked at her and you just about lost your appetite completely.
âOh, sure, Iâd love that!â she let out a nasally laugh as he signed a napkin with a pen she somehow produced, giving it back to her as she leaned over to write her number down, making sure her tits were right in his face before she skipped back to her friends.Â
âCan there be at least one minute when youâre not trying to fuck something that walks?â you looked at him annoyingly and he laughed.
âThought you werenât talking to me.â he smirked.Â
âUgh, youâre so annoying!â you were ready to smack him with the menu in your hand but Ana caught your wrist.Â
âI bet you love that about me.â he kept smirking.Â
âLove is nothing near what I feel about you.â you said, your teeth gritted.
âThereâs a fine line between love and hate, you know.â Hyunjin smirked, leaning into your personal space.Â
âAnyways, guys. What are you ordering? Their steak is really good.â Anthony gave an awkward smile as he looked around the table.Â
âI want the tomato pasta.â Hyunjin leaned back, making you cackle.
âIsnât that the kids menu? Makes sense for you somehow.âÂ
âIâm saving room for dessert.â he winked at you, his tongue running over his lip tentatively, the piercing on it catching the light again.Â
âEw.â you jolted in disgust as he laughed loudly, obviously finding enjoyment in ticking you off.Â
The dinner part of the outing was uneventful as everyone ate and made small talk but you didnât miss how Hyunjin crumpled up the napkin with the fanâs number and threw it aside on the table, not caring about it.Â
What an asshole.Â
âLetâs make a little toast to this evening and the upcoming albums and tour.â Ana proposed as she lifted her glass up.Â
âTo us.â Hyunjin smirked as he looked at you.Â
âTo rockânâroll!â you added as the four of you clinked your glasses together before taking a big swig of your drinks.
Hyunjin didnât look at you on the drive home.Â
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Rehearsal was supposed to start at 9am sharp, but you were there bright and early, tuning your guitar.Â
Being an early bird, you loved the few moments of peace you could have to yourself, just you and your music.Â
Your hand glided easily on the guitarâs neck, taking shapes familiar to your hands, it was muscle memory by now, your fingers picking on the strings and creating the melody you played countless times before.Â
You let your voice ring out in the space freely as you sang a song dear to your heart, one you wrote when you were younger.Â
Youâd always start warming up by singing it to yourself, never having the need to actually put it out into the world.Â
You got into it, your eyes closed as you sang with a small smile on your face, the entire world around you disappearing shortly.Â
In the distance, you heard footsteps and voices belonging to your bandmates and just as you opened your eyes, you looked through the glass on the door, a shadow slithered across the wall outside, disappearing around the corner. Â
You squinted your eyes and stood up, putting your guitar aside and coming closer to the door.Â
Just as you were about to reach towards the doorknob, the voices got louder.Â
âAre we seriously doing this right now?â Janey asked, the tone of her voice angry.Â
âIâm telling you, it was nothing! I donât know who she is and why sheâs texting me!â Steph defended herself as Janey scoffed.
âIâm sick of your excuses. Iâm gonna give you one last chance to make it up to me and be truthful, but after that Iâm done.â you stepped back as Janey came into view, opening the door angrily.
âOh, y/n.â she widened her eyes slightly. âGood morning.â she added, scurrying past you to take her place behind the drum kit.Â
Steph walked in with a scowl on her face, muttering a âmorningâ before going straight to her bass guitar.Â
It wasnât the first time they fought or even broke up.
There were many times you had to be the mediator between them, trying to get them to communicate and even though it was frustrating, you didnât want them to give up on their relationship easily and you couldnât really take sides since they were both your friends.Â
âShall we?â you asked and they nodded.Â
It took some warming up as always but soon you got into the groove, rehearsing for a small performance that was happening tonight.
You were excited because during the performance you planned to reveal your new song and see how people like it in person.Â
The only thorn in your eye was the fact that Hyunjinâs band will be there too, performing right after yours.Â
You were dreading to see him again, since that interview last week you had managed to avoid him skilfully, but you couldnât hide forever.Â
And even though your rehearsal went somewhat smoothly, there was tension in the air and you didnât like that feeling.
It felt like a storm was coming and you werenât sure if youâre ready to take it on.Â
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Evening came around quickly, everyone was already gathered backstage and you were dressed and ready, having rehearsed once more on the stage, tuning your guitars and getting ready for the most fun part.Â
You peered from the back, seeing all the people gathering made your heart swell, a smile spreading on your face automatically.Â
âQuite a turn out, huh?âÂ
Your eye literally twitched when you heard Hyunjinâs voice behind you, too close for comfort as his figure loomed over you and you felt the warmth of his body on your back.
You turned your head slightly as he peered down at you with that annoying smirk you absolutely hate.Â
âOf course.â you said, squeezing your body between him and the curtain, ignoring him calling after you as you walked away as fast as you could.
Youâre not gonna let him ruin tonight for you.Â
It was time to go on stage anyways.
You and your girls did a little cheer as tradition before the performance, Ana coming up to hug you and wish you good luck.Â
âBreak a leg.â Hyunjin appeared out of nowhere and you only rolled your eyes before whipping around and almost smacking him with your hair as you made your way towards the stage.Â
As soon as you walked out, loud screams filled up your ears and everything negative was forgotten and locked away in a drawer in the back of your mind.Â
âAre you ready to rock tonight?!â you screamed out into the mic as the three of you took your positions.Â
Hyunjin watched you from the side with an unreadable look on his face, but you werenât even aware of it and you didnât care.Â
All you cared about was this moment.Â
The moment where you get to share your love for music with thousands of people.Â
It was exhilarating, watching the mass of bodies sway like one, hearing all the people singing the lyrics you wrote in unison.Â
Nothing could compare to this and every time you stood under that light, you knew you were born for this.Â
Giddy from everything, you skipped backstage once you finished playing the last song; which happened to be the new one and people more than loved it judging by their excited screams.Â
âThat was amazing!â Ana met you halfway, giving high fives to all three of you.
You were still trying to catch your breath as you giggled, when Hyunjin appeared next to you again.Â
âArenât you gonna wish me good luck?â he smirked at you, shamelessly giving you the elevator eyes.Â
âGood luck guys!â Janey yelled at all four members with a smile and a thumbs up but Hyunjin shook his head.Â
âI want her to say it or Iâm not going out on stage.â he crossed his arms on his chest, pouting and tapping his foot like a child about to throw a tantrum.Â
âCome on, Hyun, we need to get out there!â Aiden, the bandâs bassist called out.Â
âNot moving until y/n wishes me good luck.â he quickly shook his head, his fluffy hair shaking with it and you thought how he resembled a dog; in more ways than one.Â
âFine you spoiled brat. Good luck.â you said sarcastically and he scoffed.Â
âThat wasnât so hard, was it?â he smirked, leaning into your personal space again.Â
âGet on the stage, Hyunjin.â you sighed and he chuckled in delight.Â
âWatch me closely.â he winked before running off.Â
âI can just cut the tension in the air with a knife.â Steph smirked at you, wiggling her eyebrows.Â
âOh, fuck off!â you said, smacking the back of her head as she cackled.Â
You did end up watching Hyunjinâs band perform after refreshing yourself, but pretty soon youâve come to regret that decision.Â
He was wild while performing, stripping out of his jacket as he screamed into the mic, sweating under the bright lights pointed directly at him making him look like an insane glazed donut as he strutted around the stage acting all smug even though he tripped over his dumb long legs multiple times.Â
Heâd lean over towards his little groupies, holding their hand or caressing their faces, blowing them kisses and whatnot, all of that behavior making your gut churn in disgust.Â
The last straw was when he laid down on his back and started humping the air while moaning into the mic.Â
Even though the crowd screamed louder than before and the horny fans almost started hyperventilating, you felt second hand embarrassment at witnessing this.Â
Hyunjin continued moaning before he threw his head back, his eyes locking with yours.Â
A shiver ran down your spine as he smirked at you, all sweaty, his hair sticking to his forehead, his piercings shining in the light, the veins on his neck visible and his cheeks red.Â
A warmness spread in your navel as he winked, licking at his lip slowly, taunting you before he moaned extra loudly, the pornographic sound echoing in your ears.Â
You frowned suddenly at your heart beating fast and your legs pressing together.Â
What the fuck is wrong with me?, you thought, quickly shaking your head as he finally looked away from you and stood up.Â
Of course, he got showered by multiple bras on stage, you think you even caught a glimpse of someone throwing their panties and you couldnât watch anymore.Â
It was truly disgusting.Â
You quickly shoved past some staff members watching and gasping at whatever Hyunjin was doing now.Â
Pushing past everyone, you made your way outside to get some fresh air in the hidden area behind backstage, where staff and musicians usually smoked or chilled after a performance.Â
You greeted some of the staff before finding a spot where you could be alone.Â
You were about to relax when you heard kissing sounds and as you turned to look around the corner you saw Steph kissing some random girl.Â
You couldnât contain the gasp that flew out of your mouth, making them jolt away from each other.Â
Stephâs eyes widened when she saw you and you quickly spun around, noticing Janey had just walked outside too and started looking around.Â
âY/n, wait!â Steph yelled behind you. âItâs not what you think! Please, donât tell Janey!â she looked at you desperately but you hated cheaters more than anything, seeing her betrayal with your own eyes broke any sort of connection you had with her.Â
âIsnât it? Your tongue was down some girlâs throat. Now, what do you call that?â you scoffed.
âWhat?â Janey appeared next to you, just as the girl who Steph was kissing before stood behind her.Â
âItâs not like that, I-â
You could see Janeyâs eyes filling up with tears.Â
âThatâs it, Iâm done. With you and with the band. With everything.â you gasped when she said that, your eyes wide.Â
âJaney, donât be like that, it didnât mean anything to me-â Steph started.
âLiar, you told me youâd leave her for me.â the girl behind Steph chimed in.Â
âOh, so this has been going on for some time?â Janey looked between Steph and the girl.Â
âLetâs talk about this inside.â you tried to lead them in as people were whispering and looking at the four of you.Â
âI have nothing else to say. Iâm sorry, y/n. I canât be a part of this band anymore when all itâs gonna do is remind me of this cheating whore.â Janey spat before turning around and leaving.Â
âOkay, I deserve that but like Iâm sorry that-â
âSave it, Steph. I canât believe you did this. You put your desires over the well-being of our band. You do understand that your actions not only affect Janey, but also me, Ana and the rest of the record company?â you asked her, your blood boiling with anger.Â
âI- Iâm sorry, let me make it right. Iâll talk to Janey and sheâll forgive me once she understands-âÂ
âYou think I want you to be part of the band after this? Thatâs rich.â you turned around too, in hopes of finding Janey.Â
âY/n, you canât throw me out of the band!â Steph yelled behind you.Â
âI just did.â you said coldly before opening the door and rushing into the backstage room.Â
âIs Janey here?â you asked Ana and before she could answer, someone bumped into you rather strongly, making you stumble backwards a little.
You turned around angrily, noticing a very sweaty and breathless Hyunjin staring at you with a smile, his tongue lolling out of his lips as he played with his piercing.Â
âSo, did you like my performance?â he winked at you. âDid it get you excited?â the famous shit eating grin spread on his face as he leaned in closer to you, a few droplets of sweat dripping from his hair.
âI donât have time for your games, Hyunjin. Please leave me alone.â you said annoyingly, noticing he had a bra hooked around his hand.
âWhatâs going on?â Ana asked, looking at you confusedly.
You were shaken up, the anger you felt manifesting into tears and you cursed yourself for being so emotional and quick to cry.Â
âWoah, youâre crying!â Hyunjin stepped even closer to you but youâve had enough of him.Â
âGet away from me, asshole!â you channeled all your anger his way as you pressed your hands on his chest, pushing him away.Â
Hyunjin stumbled with a gasp, a shocked look on his face.Â
âWhat the hell is happening here?â Anthony quickly came to Hyunjinâs side as his bandmates watched everything unfold.Â
âAna, can we talk in private?â you glared once more at Hyunjin and she quickly nodded, hooking her arm with yours and taking you away from the scene.Â
Hyunjin watched your figure disappear out of view with a deep frown on his face.Â
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Itâs been a dreadful week.
Youâve tried talking to Janey multiple times, begging her to come back, promising to her that you wouldnât let Steph come anywhere near her.Â
Sadly, Janey was insistent on not wanting to continue with the band since lots of the songs were written by her and her now ex girlfriend who betrayed her in such an ugly way.Â
You talked to Ana almost every day on the phone but you werenât up for any visits, choosing instead to wallow in your sadness.Â
Your band fell apart, your friends were no longer together, your album couldnât be published and people were speculating, spreading rumors, you were getting numerous curious comments asking what happened to Venus Flytrap.Â
You had no idea what to do at that moment.Â
You just needed some time to yourself to figure out what your next step should be.Â
You were lounging in your bed when your phone buzzed for the hundredth time.
Rolling your eyes, you grabbed it and saw that you had a text message from an unknown number.Â
???: hey there pretty girl! donât be so sad! there are worse things than your band falling apart.Â
you: what, like death? and who is this?Â
???: your favorite person in the whole world<3Â
you: hyunjin??Â
???: aw i knew i was your favorite!
You started seething immediately as you sat up, your heart beating fast instantly as you worked yourself up into annoyance.
You quickly put his contact under âassholeâ.Â
you: no, i knew that a conceited answer like that can only come from an asshole like you.
you: now, what do you want?
asshole: did you save my contact as asshole? or dickhead? which one is it?
you: wouldnât you like to know. seriously what the hell do you want. iâll block you if you donât get on with it
asshole: just wanted to see if you maybe want to talk to someone
you: if i did, i wouldnât choose you. have a nice day away from me hyunjin
Hyunjin didnât answer your last text, instead he left you on read and you tossed your phone across your bed, now feeling even more infuriated than before.Â
You squinted your eyes, grabbing your phone again and texting Ana.
you: did you give my number to hyunjin??
Ana: iâm sorry! he wouldnât stop bugging me about it! pls donât be mad
Just great.Â
Why is he insisting on annoying you even when you feel down in the dumps, you thought, he always has to come in and make you feel even more mad.Â
You were hoping that with your last text heâd finally leave you alone.
You also hoped you wouldnât be seeing him any time soon.
But boy, you couldnât be more wrong.
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âWhat?!â you yelled so loudly that it echoed off of the office walls.
âY/n, please we donât know any other solution. Lycoris Radiata is going to tour in 4 days and youâre the only person who knows their songs by heart. You can also kick ass with drums. And well, youâre kinda free now.â Anthony grimaced.Â
âYou canât do this to me. I canât spend so much time with Hwang Hyunjin!â you whined like a child, kicking your legs under the table as Ana gave you an apologetic look.
âGossiping about me?â Hyunjin strolled in, with that annoying smirk, his hair in a little ponytail, showing more of his ear piercings and his sharp jawline.Â
He took off his leather jacket, throwing it haphazardly on the chair before he plopped down into it.Â
He spun around in the chair to face you as you looked at him with a scowl on your face.
Brendon, his guitarist and Aiden joined the meeting right after that.
âSo, ready to be my new drummer?â Hyunjin wiggled his eyebrows at you.
âNot a chance in hell.âÂ
âY/n, please, we have no other choice! Phil had to leave so suddenly due to his sickness. We couldnât be prepared for something like that. We canât afford to postpone the tour now.â Brendon pleaded as Aiden nodded next to him.Â
You leaned back into the chair, pursing your lips as you gave it a thought.
Of course theyâd choose you.Â
You knew their songs by heart since you shared so many tours together but you had your own bus and mostly ran into Hyunjin either backstage or at an afterparty but if you would become a part of his band youâd spend most of your time with him.Â
But this could be good for you to give yourself time to decide what you wanna do next while touring with Lycoris Radiata.Â
And since you were a multi instrumentalist, playing the drums wouldnât be a problem for you.
You smirked suddenly before tilting your head at Hyunjin.Â
âFine. I will tour with you under one condition.â you said.Â
âAnything!â Anthony piped in but you kept staring at Hyunjin.Â
âI want you to beg.â your smirk deepened and Hyunjinâs eyes widened slightly, his fingers twitching against his thighs.Â
âWhat?â he blinked repeatedly and you chuckled under your breath.Â
âBeg me to join your band or Iâm not doing it.âÂ
Hyunjinâs lips opened and closed a few times before he frowned.
âI donât beg. I demand.â he smirked, taunting you.
âWell, in case you havenât noticed, youâre in no position to have demands. However, I am. So if I want you to beg, Hyunjin, youâre gonna beg.â you sat up straight as he looked at you in pure shock.Â
âMy, my darling. I didnât know you were this commanding. I kinda dig that.â he wiggled his eyebrows.Â
âAny day now.â you were ready to stand up and leave.Â
The room was eerily silent and Brendon opened his lips to speak up but Anthony grabbed his wrist and quickly shook his head.Â
You could see the gears turning in Hyunjinâs head as he stared at you, and slowly but surely his cheeks became red as he closed his eyes in frustration.
âPretty please, join my band and come on tour with us?â he said, rather quickly and you tsked.Â
âNot convincing enough.â you enjoyed having the upper hand, the roles reversed as you pushed Hyunjinâs buttons.Â
âWhat do you want me to do?! Kneel at your feet?â he whined.
âMaybe.â you shrugged.Â
âUnbelievable! Iâm the one doing you a favor anyways.â Hyunjin said, clearly annoyed and you were reveling in it.Â
You wanted him to get the taste of his own medicine.
âIs that so?â you raised your eyebrow as he breathed hard.Â
âYes, your band is as good as dead right now, just like your career.â he said with a smug smirk, making everyone gasp.Â
âHyunjin!â Aiden scolded him and you stood up, feeling your eyes water as you lifted your hand, your palm colliding with Hyunjinâs cheek.Â
The force of your slap turned his head right and he grabbed at his cheek immediately, his eyes wide, his face becoming red quickly.
âFuck you!â you said angrily before turning around and leaving the room as tears started sliding down your cheeks.Â
âNow look at what you did!â Anthony was mad and Hyunjin shrugged with a frown, realizing quickly that maybe he did cross a line.
âHow could you say something like that to y/n?â Brendon asked, and Hyunjin looked at them, feeling dejected suddenly as he rubbed at his cheek.Â
There was strength in your hands, that he was sure of.Â
âI fucked up, okay! I didnât mean to say that.â he shook his head. âI will make this right.â Hyunjin added, standing up.Â
âDude, I think youâre the last person y/n wants to see right now.â Aiden said.Â
âBut I have to apologize to her.â Hyunjin chewed on his lip, playing with his piercing as a nervous habit.
âIâll go with you then.â Aiden nodded, standing up as well.Â
âFine.â Hyunjin sighed.Â
You sat in the swinging chair on one of the many balconies of the building, letting your tears slip down your cheeks as the wind picked up, making you shiver.Â
Hyunjin and Aiden found you pretty quickly and before Aiden could follow him to the balcony, Hyunjin smacked his hand on Aidenâs chest.Â
âPlease, just wait here.âÂ
âFine, but if you provoke her again, Iâm coming in.â Aiden sighed, shaking his head.Â
The door of the balcony opened and in the corner of your eye you saw Hyunjinâs combat boots and his leather pants.Â
âGo away.â you said quietly, sniffling and turning away from him.
Hyunjin stood frozen for a moment, holding his jacket in his hand and you took that time to quickly wipe away your tears.Â
You didnât want to look weak in front of your enemy.Â
Footsteps approached and suddenly you felt a weight on your shoulders and back.Â
You looked down, realizing that Hyunjin had put his jacket around you and it smelled like cigarettes mixed with cologne he always wears and something distinctly him.Â
You took a deep breath and for some reason, calmness settled all over your body.Â
âIâm really sorry for what I said back there. It was way out of line.â
You didnât say anything, still refusing to look at him.Â
âAnd Iâm sorry about your band. I know that must be hard to go through. I feel bad that my drummer had to leave, I donât know how Iâd feel if-â
âAre you done?â you turned to look at him and his lips pressed together.Â
âI donât care how you feel, Hyunjin. Just like you didnât care about hurting me moments ago.â you stood up, ready to throw his jacket away.Â
âWell, I apologized!â he threw his hands up, rolling his eyes. âThough, Iâm glad I have that effect on you, I didnât know you cared so much about what I think or say.â he smirked suddenly.Â
You were tempted to slap his other cheek at that moment, and Aiden mustâve sensed it so he walked out to the balcony.Â
âAre we okay?â he asked, gulping.Â
âNot until he apologizes properly.â you crossed your arms with a smirk, and he knew exactly what you meant.
âUgh! This is the first and last time I get on my knees for you.â Hyunjin said annoyingly as he kneeled down and you chuckled in delight.Â
âIâm sorry for being an asshole and if you could find it in your heart to forgive me, Iâd be honored for you to join my band.â he batted his eyelashes at you.Â
âMmâŠâ you pursed your lips, acting like you were contemplating it as he rolled his eyes again.Â
âFine. I accept.â you shrugged and Hyunjin stood up quickly with a smile.
âWelcome to the band, sweetheart!â he smirked, opening his arms for a hug and you quickly dodged under his arm and slithered away.Â
âYouâre welcome.â you smirked back, grabbing his jacket and throwing it at him.
He caught it just as you walked back into the hallway, grinning to himself as you walked away.Â
âShe wants me so bad.â Hyunjin said as Aidenâs eyebrows lifted comically.Â
âI think she wants to kill you.â he said and Hyunjin chuckled, smacking Aidenâs shoulder and grabbing him.Â
âI know what chicks like, okay?âÂ
âYou also know that y/n isnât one of your little groupies?â Aiden sighed.
âI know, donât worry. Sheâs special.â Hyunjin smiled, hugging his jacket to his chest, getting a whiff of your perfume that stayed on it.
Aiden shook his head with a chuckle.Â
This is gonna be one hell of a tour.Â
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The party was in full swing.Â
That morning you had packed for the tour, your stomach swirling with nerves so much that you thought youâd throw up.Â
You were actually going on tour with Lycoris Radiata, for at least six months.Â
A lot can happen in that amount of time and while you were nervous to spend so much time with the infuriating and annoying asshole aka Hwang Hyunjin, you were also excited for the new experience and the places youâll get to see.
Of course, you couldnât leave without attending a âhave an amazing tourâ party that was mostly exclusive only for staff and a few other people.Â
You were on your second glass of beer as you sat at the bar, the cold bitter liquid not calming you down as it should.Â
Hyunjin was having a jolly old time, entertaining some girls of course and if you had rolled your eyes any harder, theyâd get stuck in the back of your head.Â
âDonât take that to heart.â Aiden suddenly appeared next to you.
âWhat?â you chuckled awkwardly, shaking away your thoughts.
âHyunjin flirting like that. Heâs a lot of talk, more than anything else.â
âWhy would I care if he flirts with some random girls?â you frowned. âItâs none of my business.â
âRight.â Aiden pursed his lips. âWell, Iâm gonna go find Anthony.â
âSure.â you shrugged, your eyes flying back to Hyunjin and the girls who were salivating all over him.Â
He was showing them his biceps and they were touching him like theyâve never seen a human arm in their life.Â
You scoffed, shaking your head when a voice behind you startled you.Â
âNow, why is a pretty lady such as yourself sitting all alone?âÂ
You turned around with your eyebrow lifted, coming face to face with a stranger.Â
âBecause itâs her choice.â you answered.
âOh, feisty and pretty? Thatâs a fun combo.â the guy smirked, his arm leaning on your chair, almost hugging your waist as he got closer to you.Â
Your nose scrunched up, he smelled of alcohol and you really wanted him to leave you alone.Â
âIâm pretty boring, trust me.â you said.
âOh, I donât believe that. In fact, I think if you were to let me take you home tonight, you and I could have so much fun.â he smirked and you were pretty sure you barfed in your mouth a little.
âNo, thank you.â you said sarcastically.Â
He chuckled, placing his arms around you.
You were completely unaware of Hyunjin who was keeping an eye on you and the suspicious guy.Â
As soon as the man placed his hands on you, Hyunjin pushed the girl he was talking to aside, his heavy combat boots taking him right to you and the disturbance in your personal space.
âI donât really take no for an answer.â he said and your heart sank momentarily.Â
âBack off man!â you tried to push him away but he wasnât budging.
Suddenly the guy was ripped away from you with such force that it pulled you to your feet.
You grabbed at the bar to steady yourself and gasped just in time to see Hyunjin swinging his fist at the man.Â
âOh my god!â you almost screamed, your eyes wide as the guy fell to the floor instantly.Â
People quickly gathered around and Anthony was trying to push them away so he could grab Hyunjin.Â
âThe lady said no, you fucking dirtbag!â Hyunjin said, swinging at the man again.Â
âOh my god, Hyunjin! Stop, itâs okay, please!â you panicked, never seeing him this angry or violent.Â
âHwang! Enough!â Anthony yelled, grabbing Hyunjinâs arms and lifting him up as he fought against his manager, still trying to punch the man who was now laying on the floor with his face completely bloody.Â
You kept looking at Hyunjin with a shocked expression as he breathed hard, his face red and sweaty from anger, the veins on his neck and forehead popping out.
âI stopped, now let me go.â he said through his teeth as someone lifted up the unconscious guy.
âHyunjin, if this gets out to the press it could turn into a fucking shitstorm! What the hell is wrong with you?!â Anthony yelled angrily as Hyunjin stood with his fists still clenched.Â
âHe made y/n uncomfortable and he deserved it.â Hyunjin answered before turning towards you.Â
âAre you okay?â he asked, his eyes softening as you stared at him in disbelief.
âI-Iâm fine.â
âGood. Iâm done with this party.â Hyunjin said, turning on his heel and grabbing his jacket before he walked out, leaving you standing there still trying to process what the hell just happened.
-
You were half asleep when Ana drove you to the tour bus.Â
You barely slept last night, tossing and turning in your bed as the images of Hyunjin punching that guy from the party kept swimming in your head.Â
Never has a man defended you like that and youâve never seen Hyunjin look so livid before.Â
He was usually either smirking, laughing or being a menace, ready to always annoy you but youâve never seen him actually angry.
It was kind of⊠hot, you thought before shaking it off.
You wondered why he reacted like that.
âYou okay?â Ana snapped you out of your vegetative state as you sank in the passenger seat, arms crossed and hood over your head.Â
âHm? Yeah, just sleepy.â you sat up and looked around.Â
The sun wasnât even up yet.Â
âYou can continue sleeping on the tour bus. Weâre here.â she chuckled.Â
âOh, goody.â you sighed before opening the door and walking out.
âMorning, ladies.â Anthony all but ran up to Ana, helping her with yours and her bags since sheâd be joining you too.Â
âMorning? Itâs still night.â you checked your phone, seeing it was 4:13am.Â
âNot where I come from. You see-â Anthony started.
âOkay, Iâm too asleep to listen to this.â you shook your head before strolling towards the bus.Â
You were about to just climb in and go straight to the nearest bed you could find but you heard some quiet music coming from behind the back of the bus.Â
You approached slowly and peeked around to see Hyunjin leaning on the wall, smoking and listening to some quiet music.Â
He looked up instantly, seeming like a deer caught in headlights for a short moment.Â
âRemembered to put on a jacket?â he smirked.Â
âHa ha. Very funny.â you said and he shrugged, looking away and turning the music off.Â
As he brought his cigarette to his lips, you noticed his knuckles were red and injured.Â
âI guess I should thank you for last night.â you said quietly, swinging on your feet awkwardly as you dug your hands in your pockets.Â
âIt was nothing.â he shook his head quickly.Â
âI wouldnât call that nothing.â you motioned to his hand.Â
âThis?â he looked at his hand and chuckled. âYou should see the other guy.â he winked at you, making you roll your eyes.Â
âClever.âÂ
âCome to think of it, it does hurt a bit. Wanna kiss it better?â Hyunjin smirked, puffing the smoke out.Â
âBite me.â you gave him the middle finger as he laughed, the sound ringing out in the quiet early hours.
âI might. If you ask nicely.â he said with that smug expression of his.
âIâm going inside.â you shivered, realizing how cold it actually was, ignoring his witty quips.Â
âIâm right behind ya.â he threw his cigarette on the floor before stepping on it.Â
Your heart started beating fast out of nowhere as his heavy boots stomped behind you, the sound escorting you to the entrance of the bus.Â
âOh wow.â your eyes widened as you looked around the living/kitchen area.Â
âYou like?â Hyunjin leaned over your shoulder and you jolted away from him, making him snicker.Â
âYeah, itâs⊠not what I expected. It looks more cozy than I thought it would.â you nodded.
âYou should thank the interior designer.â he wiggled his eyebrows.
âAnd who might that be?â you asked, making your way to the bunk bed area.Â
âOh, just a guy. He takes payment in kisses.â Hyunjin bumped into you as you stopped.Â
âIs that guy maybe you?â you turned around, not realizing immediately just how close Hyunjin was to you.Â
âMaybe it is.â he leaned towards you with a smirk and you squealed a little, stepping away from him.
âGive it up. Iâm taking the top bunk bed.â you pointed to the left side.Â
âNot fair! I always take that one!â Hyunjin pouted.
âTough luck, I called it first.â you smirked, taking off your jacket and throwing it up on the bed.Â
âOr⊠we can both sleep up there?â Hyunjin said and you scoffed, pushing him away.Â
âLike hell!âÂ
âAre yâall fighting this early?â Brendon came in, looking confused and disheveled.Â
âNo, itâs foreplay.â Hyunjin wiggled his eyebrows and you made gagging noises.Â
âHereâs your bag, y/n.â Ana appeared with your luggage.Â
Aiden and Anthony came in after and everyone took some time to unpack and get settled.Â
âI heard we have two pretty ladies with us, so you fellas gotta behave now.â you heard an unknown voice and leaned over to see who it belonged to.
âOh, we always behave, Stu.â Hyunjin smirked.Â
âYes, especially you.â the man, Stu, rolled his eyes.Â
âThis is our main driver Stu.â Aiden introduced you and Ana to him.Â
âPleasure to meet you ladies. Hopefully the road wonât be too bumpy.â he winked before turning around and leaving.Â
âWhere is Bradley?â Anthony piped in suddenly.
âWhoâs Bradley?â you asked, at this moment you just wanted to get everything over with and catch up on some sleep.
âOur sound guy.â Brendon answered. âAnd lights guy. He is underpaid and overworked, basically.â he added, giving Anthony a pointed look.Â
âHey, itâs not my fault Mike quit!â he lifted his hands up. âBesides, weâre picking someone up in the next town over. Heâll be our roadie along with Bradley.âÂ
As they started discussing, you slipped away to the bathroom, where you could change in peace and get ready for bed.Â
You leaned on the counter, staring at yourself in the mirror as you listened to the muffled voices talking.Â
Were you doing the right thing?Â
Accepting to join another band when your heart still hurts from the sudden falling apart between your friends and band membersâŠÂ
âY/n, I need the bathroom!â Hyunjinâs voice brought you back to reality and you stood up straight.Â
âIâm not done yet!â you yelled back. âYou have another bathroom!â you added annoyingly, preparing to brush your teeth.Â
âAiden hogged it. Are you naked or something? Cause I swear I donât mind.âÂ
You could just hear the smirk in his voice.Â
Rolling your eyes, you opened the door and Hyunjin gave you the elevator eyes and they lingered on your legs in the shorts you put on, going up to your chest and lingering again before he looked up at your face.Â
He was playing with his lip ring again, his cheeks rosy.Â
âWhat do you want?â you spat.
âJust wanna brush my teeth.â he looked at you smugly.Â
You didnât say anything, just stepped aside and continued brushing your teeth.Â
You opted to leave the door opened since it felt awkward to have them closed.Â
âIsnât this fun, us brushing our teeth together? Itâs kinda domestic, donât you think?â Hyunjin said suddenly, the familiar smirk on his face.Â
âYes, thrilling.â you answered sarcastically. âYou donât have to act nice, Hyunjin. Everyone knows we hate each other so letâs just not talk too much and try to coexist peacefully for the sake of everyone else on this tour.â
Hyunjin opened his mouth to answer but you quickly turned around and left, not wanting to get into it with him when you were tired and nervous.Â
He smirked to himself, shaking his head.Â
The only thing stuck in his brain at that moment was the way you said his name.Â
God, he loved it.Â
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You slept for a few hours only, waking up early yet again as the bus rolled to a stop at a diner.Â
âRise and shine, princess.â Hyunjinâs head popped up in front of you as he held onto your bed.
âFuck off.â you grabbed your pillow and smacked him with it, almost making him fall down but he managed to land on his feet.Â
You heard a smack and Hyunjin saying âowâ quietly before Aiden said,
âCome down if youâre hungry.âÂ
You chuckled to yourself, waiting for them to leave so you could get ready.
Of course, as soon as you sat down in a booth, Hyunjin pushed Brendon aside and quickly slid next to you.Â
âOh my god.â you rolled your eyes.Â
You were squished between him and Ana on your other side, and he was too close for comfort.Â
You could feel the heat of his body and smell the scent of his shampoo and body wash mixed with cigarettes.Â
You tried to ignore the feelings stirring in your gut as you ordered.
âSo, how did you like sleeping on top of me?â Hyunjin smirked, tilting his head.Â
âNot as much as you liked sleeping under me, weirdo.â you scoffed at him and he chuckled.
âI liked it very much, so that must mean you liked it at least a little.â he said as the food arrived and your stomach growled.Â
âWhatever you say.â you brushed him off and started to dig in.Â
âWeâre close to our first destination.â Anthony started after a sip of coffee. âWe will arrive around 4pm and have lunch, then we get ready and do the soundcheck. Questions?â
Everyone shook their heads no.Â
You suddenly felt nervous tingles running up your spine, and for some reason Hyunjin felt it.Â
âDonât worry princess, youâll do great.â he smirked, placing his hand on top of your wrist.Â
You snatched your hand away and looked at him.Â
âI know I will, I was just wondering if youâll be able to keep up with me.â you smirked back at him.Â
âYouâll be surprised at how well I can keep up, baby.â Hyunjin leaned into your personal space, his eyes boring into yours and you felt your cheeks burning.
âBe nice, you two.â Ana chuckled.
âWhat? I haven't called him an asshole yet. Emphasis on yet.âÂ
Hyunjin laughed next to you, his arm brushing against yours.
Oh, he is so going to enjoy this.
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It was such a good, familiar feeling to sit behind a drum kit after being the main vocalist and guitarist of your band for so long.Â
The venue was empty at this moment and the sound of the drums echoing in the space was grand.Â
You closed your eyes and started playing a groove to get into the mood and Hyunjin was lured towards the stage instantly.Â
He watched you in awe even though he saw you play the drums before, they never had the name of his band on the front of them.Â
Hyunjin felt proud; that his band has come so far and honored that you were now a part of their story.Â
He hoped youâd enjoy the tour and judging by the blissful look on your face, you were off to a good start.Â
âLetâs go, Hyun.â Brendon smacked his shoulder, pulling him back to reality.Â
It was time for the soundcheck, and when everyone was finally on stage, tuning their instruments, you realized that this is real.Â
Excitement replaced any nerves you had and you were ready to tear the stage apart.Â
âLetâs jam a little.â Aiden smiled as everyone agreed.
He started to play a melody on his bass so you followed him with the drums.
You were so focused on grooving that you didnât notice Hyunjin winking at his two other band members.
When it was time for him to start playing his guitar, Hyunjin decided to play totally out of tune.Â
You looked up at him with your brows furrowed as you tried to follow him.
He changed it up suddenly, that familiar shit eating grin spreading on his face as you followed him yet again.Â
Brendon and Aiden stopped playing as they observed the two of you, battling it out with your instruments.Â
Hyunjin was trying hard to get on your nerves, push your buttons but you werenât gonna let him in.Â
âHaving some trouble following, princess?â he yelled over the noise.Â
You looked at him pointedly as he started to play another melody that made no sense and youâve had enough.Â
Hyunjin had a way of getting under your skin and he obviously knew that.Â
Your arm lifted up on its own accord and you swung one of your drumsticks right at Hyunjin, aiming for his empty head.Â
His eyes widened and he managed to dodge it in a close second as the drumstick clattered on the floor.Â
âHa! Attempted murder! Yâall saw that!â he pointed at you, while looking at his friends and you started laughing.Â
âDonât worry, even if it did hit your head, it couldnât damage it more than it already is.â you smirked as Hyunjin huffed.Â
âOh baby, keep talking. Degradation is my thing.â he motioned towards his ear with his fingers and you made a disgusted face at him.Â
Of course, the asshole laughed at your expression.Â
âGuys, can we actually practice?â Brendon chimed in as Aiden nodded.Â
Instead of answering verbally, you started playing so everyone joined in.Â
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âAre you nervous?â Aiden asked as the venue filled up and it all became real.
âNope, Iâm ecstatic!â you answered, twirling your drumstick in your hand.Â
âTrying to murder me once again?â Hyunjin appeared next to you as you almost hit him with it.
âTrust me, if I was trying to kill you, youâd already be dead.âÂ
âNobodyâs killing anyone, weâre already short on staff.â Anthony smirked before putting his arms around Hyunjin and Brendonâs shoulders.Â
âGood luck guys! And y/n, of course. I know yâall will do great.â Anthony smiled.Â
Ana came up to you to hug you.Â
âGood luck, babe!â she smiled.Â
âThank you.â you gave her a bone crushing hug, she was always like a sister to you and having her here now meant a lot to you.Â
As soon as you walked out on stage, the screams of all the people that came to see you perform were deafening but heartwarming.Â
Hyunjin was the main character on stage, that you were convinced of as whatever he did resulted in even louder screaming.Â
You didnât mind being the backbone of the band, playing drums to you was a meditative and transcending experience and anything you were angry or upset about, you could take it out while playing.Â
Performing with Lycoris Radiata was fun as fuck, even more than you hoped for; seeing Hyunjin up close made you realize just why people loved him so much.Â
He was charismatic, cool and lame at the same time, ethereally beautiful and down to earth, fun but sensitive, alluring but cute, he gave his all and more.Â
He was everything wrapped up in one and you wondered how that was possible.Â
A particular moment struck you; when you were playing a slower song, Hyunjin sang so delicately, his back turned to you as the lights beamed down on his frame, his sweaty hair and skin making him look like he was glowing.Â
Your heart skipped a beat but you ignored it.Â
Near the end of the show, Hyunjin did his usual routine which consisted of making everyoneâs panties wet; it was time for the sex song he always sang near the end which made you feel embarrassed and uncomfortable but something about being on stage with them got you in the right mood for it.
The part came up; and Hyunjin was on the floor, moaning and humping the air as you followed his moans with the heavy sound of your drums.Â
Hyunjin smirked, throwing his head back to look at you as he continued his ministrations and you continued following him on the drums.Â
Aiden and Brendon joined in as Hyunjin became louder, resulting in you hitting the drums harder as the sounds all came together in a crescendo.Â
You wished that you could press your thighs together to create pressure and friction because the whole thing managed to get you wet too.Â
A part of you felt ashamed but you didnât give a flying fuck in that moment, completely letting go of everything as the four of you continued jamming together.Â
Hyunjin stood up with the biggest smile on his face, winking at you as he ran a lap around the stage before literally diving into the audience.Â
You gasped to yourself but continued playing the outro to the performance while Hyunjin was being groped by horny fanboys and fangirls.Â
Security was there to pull him back up on stage safely and Hyunjin sang the end of the song before screaming a âthank youâ into the mic.Â
After all four of you bowed a hundred times, you finally ran backstage where a very sweaty Hyunjin started hugging everyone, eventually coming up to you.Â
âDonât even think about it.â you said as he opened his arms.Â
âNot thinking, just doing it.â he smirked and before you could run away, his arms wrapped around you and he pulled you into his body.Â
âEw!â you squirmed against him and he chuckled.Â
âDonât pretend you donât like it.â he held you tighter and your heart leaped out of your chest.Â
The bastard smelled so good even after sweating so much and it annoyed you how seemingly perfect he was.Â
âWhat, a gross sweaty man slobbering all over me?â you scrunched up your face as you finally pushed him away.
âI wasnât slobbering but if youâre into that-â
âPlease shut up while Iâm still in a good mood.â you stopped him and he laughed.Â
âItâs so fun messing with you, darling.â Hyunjin ruffled your hair as you practically hissed at him, making him laugh again.Â
âYou guys were fucking amazing!â Anthony yelled excitedly.Â
âI donât know about you but I need some food.â Aiden piped in.Â
âIâm feeling thirsty, honestly.â Brendon added.
âAre we partying or what?â Hyunjin smirked, wiggling his eyebrows.Â
âHell yeah, we are!â Anthony high-fived him.Â
You ended up having the afterparty in the bus, ordering some food and acquiring some beer as you sat around in the living space.Â
Of course, as soon as you walked in, you ran for the shower, with Hyunjin cascading behind you and asking if he could join you because âitâll be done fasterâ.Â
âDream about it, asshole!â you yelled before closing the bathroom door.Â
âOh, I do.â Hyunjin smirked to himself, but you didnât hear him.Â
The excitement of the performance slowly washed away from your body along with Hyunjinâs scent that lingered after he hugged you, and you felt happy and cozy.Â
All of you finally settled down to eat and Hyunjin claimed the spot next to you, of course, his long slender fingers stealing your fries constantly.
âWill you back off! You have your own fries.â you slapped his arm as he whined.Â
âYours are tastier.â he claimed with that familiar smirk of his.
âAre they now?â you smirked back.Â
âMhm.â he nodded pointedly.
âLetâs see then.â you grabbed your box and dumped all your fries into his box before mixing them up. âPick one up and distinguish if itâs from your box or mine.â
Hyunjin stared at you with his lips parted before he smiled.Â
âAw, weâre sharing.â he said and continued eating as you heard some chuckles around the table.Â
âFor fucks sake.â you muttered, shaking your head.
The rest of the night was full of chatter and laughter, and you didnât mind Hyunjinâs arm or leg brushing against you ever so often, or his loud laughter ringing in your ears or him constantly poking at you.Â
Itâs barely been one day on tour and he wasnât as unbearable as you thought heâd be.Â
Everyone was tired and you had to hit the road so it was finally peaceful, before a loud scream startled everyone.
âOh no, I am going to die!â Hyunjin wailed dramatically.
âWhatâs wrong with him?â you rolled your eyes as Aiden came in.Â
âHe lost his teddy bear.âÂ
âHe what?â you chuckled in disbelief.
âHyunjinâs teddy, he always takes it with him. Heâs had it since he was a baby and heâs convinced it brings him luck.â Aiden shrugged and Hyunjin ran into the living area.
âWe are doomed!â he said, grabbing your arms and shaking you.Â
âCalm down, it must be around here somewhere.â you sighed.
âHelp me look?â Hyunjin batted his eyelashes at you as Aiden slipped away.
âHyunjin, Iâm tired, I need to get some sleep.â you whined.Â
âMe too! But I canât sleep without my teddy.â he said, you couldnât believe he was serious. âI will crawl up to your bunk and annoy you all night if you donât help me look.â he added, smirking.
âFine, Iâll help you.â you rolled your eyes.
âWow, you donât want me in your bed at all?â he kept smirking.Â
âZip it. Letâs find your precious teddy.â
âYes!â Hyunjin scurried after you as the two of you basically did a search and rescue mission for his favorite plush.Â
Eventually, you walked into the other bathroom, finding the old teddy sitting on the counter.
âThere you are.â you picked up, chuckling at the state of it.Â
You couldnât help it as you sniffed the teddy and sure enough it smelled just like its owner.Â
âFound it!â you yelled and Hyunjin bursted in, panting and smiling.Â
âOh my god!â he exclaimed, grabbing the teddy and then you as he enveloped you in a hug for the second time that night.Â
âThank you, thank you, thank you!â Hyunjin held you tightly and you chuckled.Â
âAlright, youâre thankful, I get it. You can let go now.â you said, patting his back.Â
âI owe you.â he muttered.
âI really didnât do anything.âÂ
âYou did, trust me.â he smiled.Â
As you laid in your bunk bed that night, you couldnât stop thinking about Hyunjin.Â
He seemed somehow different or you were just now seeing different sides of him that you didnât see before.Â
You didnât hate him completely.Â
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Ten days on tour and things were going great.Â
Every show was better than the last one, every venue bigger than the last one, every note played made Lycoris Radiata mean more and more to you.Â
Tonight was no exception as you ripped the stage once again, this time Hyunjin ended up lifting Aiden and spinning him at the end which almost made the poor man throw up from excitement.Â
âThis was Lycoris Radiata, see you next time!â and with that you ran backstage where Hyunjin had to hug everyone, even asking for a group hug.Â
You had to humor him.Â
When your head finally hit the pillow, you couldnât sleep even though you were exhausted.Â
You kept replaying one particular moment from the show in your head.Â
It was while Hyunjin was singing his famous sex song, before the moaning part, he came up to you and sang while looking at you.Â
You kept playing and looking at him intently as he sang the lewd lyrics right into your face.Â
Before he took off, Hyunjin lifted his hand, making a V shape with his fingers, doing the licking motion between them, his tongue piercing shining in the big stage light.Â
Your mouth fell agape for a moment as you felt hotness spread all over your body and he smirked smugly when you made a tiny mistake in your playing.Â
People didnât notice but he did.Â
And he was satisfied with it.Â
You couldnât stop thinking about it, and it had been a while since youâve had a little âyou timeâ but it was hard to do that with so many people in the bus.Â
Your eyes fluttered closed and you sighed, hearing some shuffling beneath you.Â
âY/n?â Hyunjin suddenly climbed up into your bed, startling you as you sat up and turned on the little light inside.Â
âW-what are you doing?âÂ
âI canât sleep. And I figured you werenât sleeping either.â Hyunjin whispered.
âAnd how did you figure that?â you clutched your blanket.Â
âYou sighed like a hundred times.â he chuckled quietly.
âWhat do you want?â you rolled your eyes with a smile.Â
âTo hang out.â he pulled out a deck of cards out of nowhere.Â
âWe canât make too much noise, weâll wake everyone up.â you shook your head.Â
âFine then weâll do something quiet.â Hyunjin smirked, tossing the cards aside and laying down next to you, his eyes closing.
âTurn the light off, sweetheart.â he cracked one eye open as you stared at him in disbelief.Â
âYou are not sleeping in my bunk. Go back downstairs.â you whispered.
âNo.â he answered simply.Â
âHyunjin, Iâm warning you, I will push you down.â
âWill you? Youâll wake up the whole bus.â he smirked.Â
âGod, youâre so annoying!â you whisper-yelled, giving up as you laid down, turning away from Hyunjin.Â
âBe nice and share your blanket.â Hyunjinâs breath hit the back of your neck, making you shiver as goosebumps rose on your skin.Â
âNeed anything else?â you muttered as he hogged your blanket and your personal space.Â
âA goodnight kiss?â Hyunjin leaned over you, peering at your face hopefully.
You gave him the side eye and he chuckled.Â
âMaybe some other time, hm?â he asked.Â
âGo to sleep.â you said and he laid down behind you.Â
âGoodnight, darling.â Hyunjin wanted to reach out and touch your hair but he figured youâd probably break his arm.Â
You didnât answer, your heart beating so hard that you were afraid it was shaking the bed and Hyunjin could feel it.Â
You quickly turned off the light and tried to calm down.
There was enough space to where he wasnât touching you but you felt his warmth, his scent, his breath on your skin.
It was driving you crazy and making you feel calm at the same time.Â
You managed to fall asleep somehow.
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At some point, in the middle of the night, Hyunjin and you gravitated closer to each other and you ended up in his arms.Â
When you slowly blinked your eyes open and realized you were staring straight at Hyunjinâs chest, you jolted away from him, making him groan quietly.Â
âWhere you goinâ?â he mumbled into your pillow, trying to grab you.
âAs far as I can from you.â you said, wiggling out of his arm that eventually caught you as he groaned again.
âSomethingâs poking my ass.â Hyunjin gasped when he rolled over and you laughed.Â
âItâs the cards, you idiot.â rolling your eyes, you left the bunk feeling embarrassed and insane as your face heated up.Â
What are you doing, sleeping in the same bed as Hyunjin?
You hate him, right?
You werenât so sure anymore.Â
Yes, he was annoying but somehow that became kind of endearing.Â
He has bugged you every single day since the tour started and if he suddenly stopped, itâd feel weird.Â
You sighed, shaking off your thoughts as you grabbed your phone, munching on your breakfast.Â
âMorning, y/n. Tell me am I crazy or did Hyunjin sleep over in your bunk?â Ana smirked at you as she brought two coffees.Â
âYou are crazy. But yes, he slept in my bunk.â you said.Â
âInteresting.â she smirked, lifting one eyebrow up.Â
âHey, I saw you sleeping in Anthonyâs bunk multiple times. Whatâs that about?â you teased as you opened up your insta.Â
âWell, everyone knows we have a thing for each other. You and Hyunjin though⊠oh yeah, you have a thing too.âÂ
âWe donât have a thing.â you quickly said as Ana chuckled.Â
âRight. Mhm.âÂ
You continued scrolling, and thatâs when you noticed it; the hate comments on your posts.Â
âSheâs just a slut whoâs after Hyunjinâ
âSheâs delusional if she thinks heâd like her like sheâs ugly lmaoâ
âUntalented bitchâ
âGet her away from my Hyunjinâ
âShe deserved her band falling apart they were shit anywaysâ
âY/n should retire from the music sceneâ
Your eyes started stinging with tears as you skimmed through the comment section.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â Ana tilted her head to look at you.Â
You slid your phone to her and she gasped.Â
âYou know these people are probably some jealous, unsuccessful suckers.â she said.Â
âI need some air.â you sucked in a breath before hurriedly leaving the bus.Â
âWhatâs with her?â Hyunjin walked in. âIs she mad at me?â
âNo, look.â Ana showed him your phone.Â
Hyunjin frowned instantly, running out of the bus after you.Â
You stood not too far away with a cigarette in your hand as you hugged yourself with your other arm and Hyunjinâs eyes softened when he saw you shivering in the wind.
âI knew youâd forget to bring a jacket.â Hyunjin put his leather jacket around you, smoothing his hand over your back a few times.Â
You exhaled a puff of smoke, not answering him as you melted into his big jacket.Â
Hyunjin took out a cigarette for himself and you reached out with your lighter, lighting it up as he smirked.Â
âSince when do you smoke?â he asked.
âWell, Iâm feeling extra stressed right now so I needed something to take the edge off.â you shrugged.Â
âBecause of the comments?âÂ
âI donât wanna talk about them.âÂ
âIâm sorry.â Hyunjin sighed.Â
âItâs not your fault.â you said.Â
âI feel like it is.âÂ
Hyunjin was standing so close to you that his arm was touching yours while both of you continued smoking.
You stood silently next to each other for a few more moments as the clouds passed you by, and slowly but surely Hyunjin closed the gap between your hands as he touched yours briefly before he wrapped his pinky around yours.Â
âHey, you know Iâm honored youâre part of my band.â his tone was serious and you couldnât bear to look at him or youâd burst into tears.Â
âI know.â you smiled as you kept looking into the distance.Â
He smiled too, his eyes focused on you.
Hyunjin had your back; and that was a pinky promise.
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Finally, you arrived to your next destination, and youâd be there for a few days which meant you had to check into a hotel.Â
You were glad to have some time to yourself, you needed a real shower and a real bed and just some time to get away from everything, recharge your batteries.Â
You just finished with your shower and skincare when your phone annoyed you, buzzing with texts constantly.Â
When you grabbed it you realized that you forgot to change Hyunjinâs name from âassholeâ.Â
You laughed to yourself, deciding to just add a little heart at the end.Â
asshole<3: y/n what are you doing
asshole<3: why arenât you answering
asshole<3: iâm BOREEEED
asshole<3: y/n!!!!Â
asshole<3: princess?
asshole<3: iâm coming to your room
âShit!â you exclaimed just in time when Hyunjin knocked on your door.
âGo away, Hyunjin!â you yelled on the other side.Â
âNever! I will wake the whole damn floor if you donât open this door.â he banged against it.Â
âSpoiled brat.â you muttered to yourself before opening the door.Â
âOh.â Hyunjin looked you up and down, your hair still wet from the shower, your little nightgown accentuating all your goodies.Â
âDid you dress up for me?â he smirked as his tongue darted out to play with his lip piercing; a habit you picked up on.
âOh yeah, I was just waiting for you to come knocking on my door.â you answered sarcastically.
âOh come on, I brought snacks.â he lifted up a few bags.Â
âYou shouldâve said that first.â you stepped aside, letting him in.Â
âSo, are you here just because youâre bored?â you scoffed as he practically skipped to your bed before throwing himself on it.Â
âNo, Iâm here cause I know you miss me.â he smirked at you. âI spared you the walk to my room, princess.âÂ
âOh yeah, I am the one who missed you.â you said pointedly.Â
âI know you are.â he wiggled his eyebrows and you groaned, throwing a pillow at him but the slick bastard caught it.Â
âIâm gonna change into something else.â you said, feeling a bit self-conscious.Â
âInto what? After that outfit, the only logical thing is to have nothing on.â
âWouldnât you like that?â you snickered.Â
âI would.â he smirked.Â
âChanging right now!â you left for the bathroom to put on some actual pjs.Â
âDonât cross this line, Hyunjin.â you pointed as the two of you settled in your bed, ready to watch a movie and snack.Â
He smiled his shit eating grin and put his finger over the line.Â
âWhoops, crossed it.â
âNext time you lose a finger.â you threatened.
âWhere is it gonna be misplaced?â he smirked.Â
âNot where you think.â
âYou donât know what Iâm thinking.â he leaned closer to you. âBut I can show you.â
âNo thanks. Just watch the movie.âÂ
It was quiet for some time until Hyunjin spoke up.Â
âIâm thinking of getting another tattoo.â
âOh?â you didnât take your eyes off the screen. âWhere?â
âMy back. I wanna finish what I started with my arm and shoulder.â he answered.Â
âWhich is?â you looked at him and he smirked.Â
âGlad you asked.â he said, taking his shirt off.Â
âWoah, woah, what are you doing?â you jolted as he tossed it aside.Â
âShowing you my tattoos.â he giggled. âSee, itâs one big picture. I sketched the original on my paper, itâs a flowerâs life story. From a little seed all the way to the dust it becomes after it wilts forever. Itâs not finished yet though.â he turned and you gulped.Â
âThatâs a beautiful thought actually.âÂ
âFeel the flowers.â Hyunjin turned his shoulder to you.Â
âIâm not gonna touch your tattoos.â you said.Â
âCome on, you know you want to.â he taunted you.Â
âNo, I donât.â you shook your head.Â
âYes, you do. You started ogling me as soon as I took my shirt off.â
âThatâs because of your musc- nothing, nevermind.â you quickly caught yourself, biting your tongue as your face started burning.Â
âBecause of what? My muscles? You like them?â he started flexing immediately.
âThatâs disgusting, stop acting like that.â you slapped his arm without thinking and you both froze.Â
âOh.â Hyunjin smirked before taking your hand in his. âReally, I want you to feel my tattoos.âÂ
âFine if it gets you to shut up.âÂ
Your fingers gently traced the delicate art on Hyunjinâs skin, starting from his wrist up his arm as you watched goosebumps rise on his skin.Â
You took your time to trace every leaf and petal as Hyunjin looked at you intently, his breaths coming out shaky as you traced over his arm, your fingers swirling with the intricate patterns.Â
Your hand came up to his shoulder as you continued tracing, his skin was so smooth and he was so warm under your touch.Â
âY/n.â Hyunjin whispered, his hand covering yours as he leaned in closer to you, his eyelids hooded.Â
Your eyes widened when you realized he was about to kiss you and you quickly moved away.Â
âWhat the hell are you doing?!â you stood up and Hyunjin frowned at you.Â
âWhat does it look like Iâm doing?!âÂ
âTrying to get into my pants!â you scoffed. âI think you should sleep in your room.â
âB-but, itâs not like that!â Hyunjin stood up and you backed away.
âI know what itâs like. Please leave.âÂ
âFine.â Hyunjin looked dejected as he grabbed his phone and shirt. âTeddy is lonely without me anyways.â he said, making a theatrical leave out of your room as he dragged his feet and kept giving you pointed looks.Â
You were almost close to telling him he can stay, but as soon as he leaned in, you panicked and didnât know how to react so you kept your mouth shut.
And you continued spiralling when he left, thinking about if he actually likes you or just wants to fuck you like he does to any girl.Â
Youâve seen him with girls on his arms constantly and while you always thought what you felt was hate or disgust; in this moment you recognized it was jealousy and it didnât feel good at all.
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part 2
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late night talking




george clarke x fem reader
summary: george yaps whilst you try to sleep
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The bedroom was quiet aside from the hum of the fan that was cooling the room along side the drumming of Georgeâs fingers on the duvet. He was sat with his back against the headboard and his knee bent, his gaze dropped down to your sleeping figure.
George gently tapped your shoulder making you stir as you tried to fight waking up, âAre you awake?â He asked through a whisper.
You murmured a ânoâ pulling the quilt over your head trying to fall back to sleep.
George hummed turning his attention back to the ceiling as he started to drum on his knees again.
You rolled your eyes flipping over burying your head into curve of your boyfriends waist, George smiled letting his hand dropped to your hip.
As you slowly drifted back to sleep you were jolted back awake as you felt a jab into your rib, âGeorge.â You grumbled, âgo to sleep, please.â
âI canât sleep.â
âWhy?â
You felt the bed wiggle indicating that he shrugged. You flopped over onto your back with a huff, âGo on then.â
George grinned reaching over you to turn the lamp on before you glanced over at him, âImagine if there was an apocalypse,â he started, you squeezed your eyes shut pretending to imagine it making a giggle leave Georgeâs lips, âwho would you choose to be on your team?â
âHow many people can I have?â
âFour people.â
âOkay,â you nodded, tapping your chin as you thought carefully, âyou obviously.â
George pumped his fist in the air celebrating, âI wouldâve been so offended if you didnât pick me.â
You laughed shimmying closer to him, âAnd then Iâd pick Liv because otherwise Iâd be bored.â
A chuckle left Georgeâs mouth as he started to play with your hair twirling it softly between his fingers, âTwo more people.â
âBach, so Liv doesnât get lonely.â You added, thinking through your list of friends trying to decide who else you would pick, âand then Iâd pick maybeâŠâ
You hummed, âI donât know who else I would pick.â
âNeither of the Arthurâs?â George asked curiously.
You shook your head with a laugh, âno, tv would be too analytical for me, and hill is injured and would whine the whole time.â
George let out a laugh making you smile up at him, âWhat about Chris?â
âMaybe,â you nodded, thinking about it for a moment, âAlright, Iâd take Chris because he can cook.â
âFair enough.â
You looked over at your boyfriend expectantly waiting for his answer, âWhat about you, princess?â You teased, earning a glare from your boyfriend.
âIf weâre thinking in a practical sense; Iâd take Reev, Harry, and Chris.â He answered, counting them out on his fingers, âBut if weâre talking in a donât care if i die way; Iâd take youâŠâ
âYeah. brilliant, thank you.â You grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest earning a laugh.
âAnd then Iâd take Arthur Hill, Max and probably Arthur TV as well.â
You gave him a sarcastic smile, âthatâs lovely.â
George laughed once again moving to lay down, âI have another question.â
You nodded turning on your side to face him, âWhatâs that?â
âWhen did you realise you wanted to be with me?â He asked, looking into your eyes adoringly noticing your cheeks darken at the question.
You shrugged your shoulders, âI donât know.â You muttered, dropping your head down, âI always found you attractive I guess.â
âObviously.â He joked, ticking your waist making you squirm.
âStop,â you pushed his hand away with a laugh, âMaybe after my birthday.â
âWhat? This year? Honey, weâve been together for 2 years.â
You slapped his bicep gently, âbe serious will you.â
âAfter my 21st, we had been talking for a few months at that point, and you were chatting away to my parents and dancing with my baby sister and it just made me think of you differently.â
George smiled softly at you brushing your hair from your face, âThatâs cute.â He cooed, kissing your forehead softly.
âYeah, yeah.â You hummed, turning around so your back was pressed against his chest, âcan I go back to sleep now?â
âOf course.â He smiled, kissing the crown of your head before turning off the lamp.
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Senior Citizen Behavior
Not all fics have adult content, but this blog is 18+. Dr. Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x f!Reader Domestic fluff/Established Relationship
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Synopsis: For the first time in a very long time, it isn't Robby who's coming home late after his shift. Word Count: 1,421 Content Warning: Age gap; No age specified, but I typically write readers with Robby or Abbot as 30+ in my mind. Tooth-rotting fluff. A/N: lmao this was supposed to be a drabble and ended up being a one-shot because I can't help myself when presented with an old man on a silver platter, so there's that.
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It was just before 10pm when you quietly let yourself into the apartment you shared with Robby -a whole two and a half hours later than you were supposed to leave the office, but the end of the quarter was quickly approaching and extra hours were required to be put in by your entire team.Â
Gotta think of the shareholders, you thought bitterly to yourself as you shook the snow off of your head and toed your boots off at the door. Your bag and coat found their homes on the wall hooks in the entryway next to Robbyâs jacket and bag, and you tiptoed down the hall to the soft glow coming from the living room. Â
Robby was an absolute sight when you caught a glimpse of him on the sofa. Mindful to step around the known creaky floorboards, you rounded the sofa to see what the damage was. He texted you earlier in the day that the first couple of hours of his shift were an absolute doozy, and when he called you on his way home he yapped about a fist fight that broke out between two patients who were there because of a fight that landed them in the ED to begin with.Â
"Round Two in the Emergency Department," he had said, still beside himself when the department turned into the set of Jerry Springer.Â
âSounds like an episode title of Itâs Always Sunny,â you joked into your desk phone as you typed into the blurring Smartsheet on your monitor that you had been working away on for the last three hours straight. You let him know that it was going to be a late night for you and to not wait up. He needed his beauty sleep.
It was a nightmare Robby was all too happy to leave in the hands of Dr. Jack Abbot and his (loving) freakshow of a night shift -they were more than equipped to handle it and Robby couldnât get out of there fast enough.
All Robby wanted to do by the time he stepped out of those automatic doors and into the fresh air was get home, take a hot shower, eat a good meal, and wrap himself around you like a boa constrictor -and maybe put a movie on so he could fall asleep before the opening credits finished. It wasnât too much to ask for, and yet Robby found he had the apartment all to himself because you (in an absolute rarity) ended up as the one who had to work late this time around, so he made due with what he had.Â
He took his shower and made a quick meal for the both of you before getting comfortable on the sofa with a book he started on his last day off. He got maybe three pages in, blinked once, and the next thing Robby knew, he was out. If you were there, he wouldâve told you that he was just resting his eyes for a moment and he was definitely not asleep. No, he wasnât snoring. All allegations were denied in this situation (that happened many times before), but you'd always give him a knowing smile with a sarcastic âsure' thrown his way.Â
Senior citizen behavior, you had joked once and he nearly smothered you with the weight of his body as he draped himself on top of you until you apologized through a fit of laughter. Â
Robby was sitting mostly upright on the sofa, leaning on a few throw pillows that propped his elbow up on the arm rest. He was in his comfy cardigan (the one he only wore at home after he had taken a shower) with his round readers hanging precariously on the tip of his nose and his latest book smashed flat against his chest. His feet, wearing coziest winter socks because the man was never barefoot in the house, were crossed ankle over ankle on the coffee table making his impossibly long legs appear to be even longer than they already were.Â
Robbyâs head was tilted back just enough to make his mouth open the tiniest bit, allowing soft snores (that he would deny til he was blue in the face) to escape while he rested -blissfully unaware of his audience, and you couldnât stop the breathy laugh that escaped you even if you tried.Â
âOh, you are never beating the senior citizen allegations now, Robby.â You teased in a whisper as you carefully removed the readers that were dangerously close to falling off the tip of his nose. You folded the arms carefully and set them on the side table next to the base of the lone lamp that illuminated the room, before gently prying the book from his (more than likely cramped) hand. The book itself was flat on his chest, pages splayed open on the last page he read -or attempted to, anyway. Not seeing a bookmark anywhere, you dog-eared the page and set it next to his glasses with care.Â
Robby grumbled incoherently when your palm came to rest on his bearded cheek. The dark circles that were starting to reappear under his eyes made your lips tilt down for a fraction of a second, knowing he was exhausted. Not just physically, but mentally as well. Between what happened with Pittfest just four months ago, and Frankâs situation that Robby blamed himself for (not for Frank using, but for Robby not seeing it until a first day intern pointed it out to him), and the goddamn Patient Satisfaction Scores he was constantly drilled about like the ED was a Primanti Bros. franchise -on top of whatever other bullshit Gloria threw at him, he needed to take some time to himself so he could disconnect -if only for a few days. The problem was that Robby wasnât the type to disconnect. He felt an obligation because if not him, then who?
It hurt your heart to think of the weight Robby carried day in and day out, like he was Atlas carrying the sky on his shoulders, not because he needed to be punished, but because he needed to be useful and this was the only way he knew how to be. Robby was a great man with an enormous heart who constantly gave himself away at the expense of never getting those pieces back. And while you tried to replace what you could, for every piece you returned, two more were taken away in its place. The toll it took on him was getting more and more noticeable by the day, but still he trudged on. Itâs who Robby was, and would always be.Â
Waking him up when you knew he needed the rest was the last thing you wanted to do, but you knew if you left him on that couch he was liable to wake up with something out of alignment and that was the absolute last thing he needed.Â
You leaned down and kissed his forehead tenderly, then down to his nose, and finally landed on his ever so slightly parted lips (that he was 100% not snoring through). Robbyâs eyes started to flutter and a sleepy grin tilted his lips up when he cracked them open and saw you standing over him.Â
âHi, sleepyhead.â You whispered, âI told you that you didnât have to wait up for me. Your back is going to be screamin' at you.â
âClearly I didnât wait up,â He joked, groaning at how stiff he felt from sleeping in the position he was in. He yawned as he stretched his arms up, pulling his t-shirt up to reveal just the slightest sliver of his happy trail low on his stomach, and gently grabbed your hand to pull you down to the sofa so you could snuggle into his side.
Robby drowsily kissed the side of your head as you wrapped your arms around his middle, letting one of your hands slip underneath his soft cotton t-shirt to rub at his ribs affectionately. It didnât take you very long into your relationship with Robby to figure out that skin to skin contact, specifically in a non-sexual setting, was something he craved. It was comforting and intimate in a way that grounded him and so it became a ritual whenever the two of you had brief moments together that you were more than happy to oblige in. It was never explicitly stated between you, he never asked for it, but you just knew and he loved you for it. âThereâs a plate in the microwave for you. Figured youâd be starving when you got home.â His words were muffled because he still hadn't moved. You gently tilted your head up to look at him.
âHave I ever told you how much I love you?â He chuckled, rolling his eyes. The crowâs feet at the corners of his eyes were pronounced and you couldnât help but admire how handsome he was -especially when he was smiling. âBecause I do. Youâre the best.â You smiled up at him, giving him a loving peck. Robby let the kids linger, cupping your jaw to keep you close to him.Â
âI try.â He breathed against you, dodging the attention by pressing his forehead to yours. He found comfort in the lingering smell of your shampoo and the warmth that radiated off of you.Â
âYou do more than try, Robby, and I will always appreciate that.â Again, you kissed him tenderly, your hand coming up to gently scratch at his beard. He gave you the stink eye when you laughed at the tiny groan he let out when you did it.
"I know you do, even if you are a pain in my ass. I love you all the more for it."
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Noona i NEED to yap about this thought I had about the angst Dukedom au so my brain worms will let me sleep. I Imagine a people's princess duchess who spends time with others to fill in for the lack of emotional connection between her and John and people just do not understand why she is out of the house so much. Tea with the ladies? She's there. Charity event for struggling orphans? Duchess is there to help! Church in the middle of the afternoon on a random day? She's in the pew. The house is taken care of, her parties are enjoyable, but why is she gone so often? Duchess just gives a pained smile and says that her husband does not mind her being gone because neither the staff nor him want her there. Why ask her husband for love when he clearly just needed someone to run the duchy?
Hope your sleep went well <3 i nees these men to suffer tbh
The house runs itself.
At least, that is what you tell yourself. The schedules are in place, the staff well-trained, the estate thriving. You have done your duty as Duchess of Price, managing affairs with grace, ensuring that the duchyâs name remains untarnished, that the books are balanced, and the tenants are provided for. You have even done more than what was expected, expanding the duchyâs charitable reach, establishing new programs for the less fortunate, and ensuring the nobility sees the Price name attached to every act of generosity.
And yet, despite all your efforts, there is no warmth in your home.
The staff keep their distance. There are no hushed greetings in the morning, no inquiry into your health when you sit at the long dining table, staring at your untouched, cold meals that are a stark contrast to the othersâ steaming dishes.
They serve you as required, but do not linger. They do not ask if you would like another cup of tea, if your shawl is warm enough, if the flowers in your room are to your liking. You donât need them to do it, but- itâs the emphasized loneliness that hurts the most.
John is no different.
You see him at dinners, always seated across from you, his gaze never lingering, his words few and functional. He speaks to Kyle more than he speaks to you. He shares glances with Simon that you have never been privy to, and when Johnny appears with a dish in hand, Johnâs expression softens in a way it never does for you.
Meanwhile, you are⊠tolerated.
And so, you leave.
Your absence from the manor goes unnoticed at first.
The city welcomes you in ways your home never has. Tea with the noble ladies? You never miss an afternoon, sipping floral blends as you listen to idle gossip, smiling where appropriate. A charity event for struggling orphans? You are the first to arrive, personally distributing warm coats and new shoes to children who look at you with something you rarely receive- gratitude.
Church in the middle of the afternoon? You kneel in silent prayer, hands clasped, seeking answers from a God who offers none. And yet the statues and pews are still not as cold towards you as your own husband.
âDuchess, you do so much,â Lady Bethany remarks one afternoon over luncheon, her fan flicking open with an appreciative snap. Sheâs a pretty thing, recently wed and already draped in the pretty glow of pregnancy. âI swear, I see you more than your own husband must.â
You laugh softly, demure and mindful. âThe duchy has many responsibilities.â
âAnd yet you make time for everything but your home?â Another lady muses, curiosity laced in her tone.
You lower your gaze to your plate, the question hanging in the air. You have learned to navigate this tightrope of expectations, of unspoken truths wrapped in silk and civility.
With a practiced, pained smile, you say: âMy husband does not mind my absence.â
You let the words settle before adding, voice barely above a whisper, âNeither he nor the staff particularly miss me.â
The silence that follows is thick.
Lady Bethanyâs fan stills, her eyes softening towards you. Another woman fidgets with her gloves. No one speaks, and you take a sip of your tea, the bitterness sharp on your tongue.
Why ask for love when your husband only needed someone to run the duchy?
And the house remains indifferent to your absence- at first.
The staff continue their duties as usual, the butlers maintaining the schedule, the maids ensuring the rooms remain pristine. No one spares a thought for why you are always gone, only that it makes their jobs easier.
Until, one evening, Kyle pauses in the study, glancing at the untouched tea left on a side table. The Duchess usually ensures the staff are well taken care of, he realizes. Who had reminded them today?
No one.
In the kitchens, Johnny frowns when he notices the ledger left open, the list of requested ingredients unusually long. You had always been meticulous, approving the finest quality for the household, ensuring every item was fresh and of the best stock. The kitchen had run smoothly for months, never wanting for anything.
Now, it was as if no one had noticed the difference until the fruits arrived bruised and the meat not quite up to the usual standard.
Simon notices, too. The events you planned, the invitations you managed, the way you always ensured Johnâs name was spoken with admiration at every gathering- without you, the social scene seemed⊠quieter. The duchyâs presence less prominent.
And John notices most of all.
At first, he does not think much of it. His wife was always attending some function or another. That was her role, wasnât it? To manage the estate, to see to the duchyâs reputation?
But then, he starts seeing the effects of your absence the longer you continue to keep to the people and not the duchy.
The reports come in slower. The meetings with city officials, once neatly arranged for his convenience, are now scattered, delayed. The letters from the nobility are fewer, the invitations sparser. The charitable events- ones that bore the Price name- have dwindled in number.
And the house itself⊠feels empty.
John returns from meetings to silence. Dinners are quiet, even when the others join him. There is no soft rustling of skirts as you pass through the halls, no gentle murmur of your voice as you speak to the staff.
One evening, he enters his study to find a stack of correspondence on his desk- letters you had handled, decisions you had made.
You had been doing so much.
Too much.
And no one had noticed.
When he finally seeks you out, it is not in your chambers.
John finds you in the drawing room, seated by the window, your hands resting idly in your lap. Your gaze is distant, unfocused, the usual light in your eyes dimmed. Winter was drawing nearer, and so gatherings dwindled in number and as a result, you had to spend more time in this cold, unfeeling house.
For the first time in months, he hesitates.
ââŠYouâve been busy.â He says at last.
You turn your head slightly, but you do not smile. Or at least, put no effort in making your smile appear genuine. âAs have you, my lord.â
He swallows, uncertain. âYou have done a fine job with the duchy, wife. The duchy is in good standing.â
You inhale, waiting for the unspoken âbut.â
âButâŠâ He hesitates. âSome matters are not quite as well-managed as before.â
Your lips curl in a faint, humorless smile. âDid it take you long to notice?â
John exhales slowly. He had not noticed, not until things started slipping. But now, looking at you- at the exhaustion in your frame, the emptiness in your eyes- he realizes you had been holding up far more than he had ever given you credit for.
â⊠You arenât here anymore much.â His voice is quiet now, almost careful. As if he is speaking to an animal that will bite him if he misspeaks.
You laugh softly, but there is no joy in it. âWould you want to spend your days in a house where you are not wanted? That aside, I assumed you would prefer not to see me at all.
âI never said you werenât wanted. Nor have I told you Iâd prefer it if you were away.â
âYou didnât need to.â
The realization strikes down much like a hammer, and all thatâs left in its wake is silence.
John had always assumed you knew- knew that your marriage was one of convenience, that his affections lay elsewhere, that you were never meant to be part of the life he had built with his men.
But looking at you now, he realizes he had mistaken your silence for understanding. Had mistaken your silence for acceptance, for agreement that you were complete fine with this cruel treatmeant.
He had thought you accepted it, that you preferred the distance.
But had you?
Or had you simply endured it because⊠there was nothing else to do?
You sigh, bowing your head to avoid his gaze. Your voice is quiet when you speak next, bereft of any hope, any warmth.
ââŠI shall return to my duties in the morning, and I will keep out of everyoneâs way, my lord. Goodnight.â
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Relationship Quirks: NCT Dream
content: just a headcanon about little quirks you had to get used to in your relationship with bf!dreamies :)
warnings: none really
a/n: i'm at that stage where i have 5 million different ideas of what to write and i have started on... none of them :/ but i WILL i MUST
Mark:
He needs absolute silence during his night-time routine. Like, completely silent.
At some point you just stopped trying to be in the bedroom while he washes his face in the attached bathroom, bc even the slightest giggle at something on your phone would bother him.
His night routine is his relaxation time and he cannot have any disturbances
(and he works so hard every day that you donât mind moving to another room while he decompresses)
Renjun:
He has a specific way of organizing the closet. But you donât know how he does it bc he won't tell you.
Youâve tried to just watch him and figure it out but no matter where you put something, it's somehow always wrong.
Like youâll hang up a shirt with the other shirts, but actually it was a blouse and you put it with the t-shirts and he has to go behind you and fix it.
And heâll always tell you when its wrong too.
So now laundry is his special designated chore and youâre not allowed to do it
Jeno:
He spaces out. A lot.
Even in the middle of a conversation.
You eventually learned that you need to watch him as you talk to see if his eyes are unfocused, that's your clue.
And you have to pause between sentences to wait for a response, just a little nod or a âmhm,â instead of yammering at a thousand miles an hour.
Its not like heâs purposefully tuning you out, he just has a mind that wanders. He canât help it!
Haechan:
He can dish it out, but he canât take it.
Meet lee donghyuck, the whiniest bf in the universe.
He loves to tease you if you say something weird or have a dumb moment, but the second you say something even half as sassy, you get the sigh.
And the eye roll.
And the slumped shoulders and silent treatment.
The only thing that can settle his mood is reassurance in the form of lots of physical affection ;)
Jaemin:
Forgets things. Everything. All the time.
If you want him to remember to do something, you have to write it down for him.
But heâll also forget to keep that note with him, so youâll either end up texting him or setting a reminder on his phone.
For a while you thought it was weaponized incompetence, but when he does remember something, he remembers every single detail.
He does everything just the way you want it, and he never complains about doing things for you.
He just has an absolute shit memory lol
Chenle:
He has to plan when to share a bed with you.
Chenle is just a very neat and tidy person. He likes his systems.
He also finds it hard to sleep when thereâs too many distractions.
Its not that he dislikes sharing a bed with you, he likes it too much.
So if heâs got things to do or places to be in the morning, he must sleep by himself, or else heâll spend all night yapping at you and try to spend the entirety of the next day in bed with you too.
Jisung:
Needs to plan everything with plenty of advance notice.
Jisung is just not spontaneous. By any means.
If you decide you wanna go shopping tomorrow, you better be ready to beg him to go with you.
And if you do get him out of the house, donât you dare suggest going to a new, not previously discussed location, or he might literally cry.
To be fair, he has tried to improve on this ever since the two of you made plans for your first date⊠and he tried to set the date for 2 weeks later, which you took as disinterested obligation.
Now you know that Jisung would pretty much say yes to whatever you asked him to doâ just give him enough time to mentally prepare for whatever outing you have planned!
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This has been an unpopular opinion but i actually think after the books Peeta wouldnât like Gale not because of jealousy but because he treated Katniss really rough. What do you think?
canât wait to get cancelled for this one LMAO. warning: if youâre someone who canât accept criticism of gale, just dni.
i think peeta despises gale, and not because of anything remotely resembling jealousy. HOWEVER. i donât think he would ever push his feelings toward gale on katniss.
peeta isnât disrespectful toward her relationship with gale. even when it pains him. heâs made a couple snide comments about their weird dynamic, but heâs never badmouthed gale. ever. even when gale doesnât pay him the same respect.
peetaâs smart enough to know itâs a sensitive topic. friend breakups suck, even if the reason they end is cos they were turning sour. heâd listen and probably agree with katniss if she brought it up herself and needed to vent, but i highly doubt heâd go out of his way to voice every grievance heâs had with gale unprompted.
internally though? if gale has no haters, peeta mellark is dead.
the last interaction we know of between him and gale is the conversation in tigrisâ basement when gale tries to tell peeta that katniss will choose whoever she canât survive without, which is a) incorrect and b) incredibly reductive of her feelings toward both of them, which is especially cruel coming from the person whoâs supposed to be her best friend.
and i never see anyone talk ab that itâs lowkey a jab at peeta too considering gale has previously established a distinct lack of faith in peetaâs survival skills in cf (doesnât want him to come along into the wilderness when katniss suggests they make a run for it, both bc of jealousy and bc he continually underestimates him (and then proceeds to call him a traitor in mj for doing whatever it takes to survive? bffr guy)).
alas, peeta doesnât care how gale feels ab him. he never has. but katniss? i donât need to read peetaâs pov to know this man was utterly baffled at what gale was yapping ab. like. by the end of mj, katniss herself narrates that thereâs no sign of the kids they were when they became friends in the woods.
he just doesnât know her anymore, at least not the person sheâs become, and this is when it becomes clear to peeta that heâs been severely overestimating galeâs role in katnissâ life. he only knows what he has seen and what our lovely, unreliable katniss has told him, and she was actively trying not to pit them against each other.
but in the basement, this is the first time peeta hears things unfiltered from galeâs side, the first time he hears how off base he was to assume that there was so much more to their relationship than there is. bc wdym he thinks he has a chance w katniss when heâs not even bothering to factor her feelings into it?
and peeta thought he was the crazy one.
not to mention the fact that of everyone gale saved, he didnât manage to save a single member of peetaâs family.
and yk what? credit where credit is due â it is thanks to gale that so many people made it out of 12 alive.
but personally, i have my doubts about how hard he tried to get the townies out. the seam and victors village are on opposite sides of town; he wouldâve had to go through the town square to get prim and asterid to the meadow. past the bakery. past the justice building. past peetaâs and madgeâs families.
knowing full well how important they are to katniss.
delly and her brother are the only townies i can recall from mj, the rest are seam, and he could have easily just plucked them up if they were outside when they ran through the square.
is it a fucked up idea that he might leave them behind in favour of saving seam kids? yes. but that doesnât make it any less plausible. i wouldnât be surprised if that same thought has crossed peetaâs mind, especially considering gale isnât exactly subtle about his disdain for townies.
so yeah. i donât reckon peeta likes gale at all. but he respects katniss and their history enough to keep that to himself.
i really need to figure out how to shorten these rants of mine lol
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The Shadows That Nurture 22
Batsis is slowly turning feral, but that's hot đ© Also, in ch 24(maybe ch 25 if 24 gets too long) Bruce is about to get what he deserves :) I just wanted y'all to know because I'm so happy with the plot line for it and I'm bitting at the bars of my enclosure to not spoil more than that.
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Your week has been shit. From finding out the other Guardians almost got wiped out, again, to the Immortal almost breaking down twice, due to finding out about Kate and about Nolan- granted, that one turned out okay- well, as okay as it could considering heâs been crashing on your couch for about three days. The only win you had was Nolan writing down everything that could hurt the Viltrumites and how and where to find these things.
And then you found out Damian and Talia had been lying to you. From a Celebrity Gossip TV show while yapping with the Immortal. You joined his emotional support blanket that night and have been avoiding Talia and Damian since. You couldnât face them. You knew you should- you wanted answers- but what other reason would there be for Wayneâs youngest to be here other than to find dirt on you and your family or to just make fun of you? They didn't like you. Why would he?
And fuck, did it hurt. Seeing Bruce carry the boy from the time he got in the family to even now when you almost crashed to your knees to beg for a drop of that attention so many times. It only made you realize that he never actually had it in him to care for you. It was never about you not being good enough or him not having enough love to give around, Bruce just didnât want to give you any of the plenty of love he did have.
âWe need to talk.â Â Your body tensed at the voice you heard, hands clenching at your side. You just wanted to do your job. Damian barely blinked before he was lifted high in the air, his ears clogged due to the sudden altitude change. âYou want to talk?â His sister hissed, her hands holding him up by his jacket. âFine. Letâs talk. Why the fuck are you here? What does Bruce want now?â
âYou found outâŠâ His dumbfounded expression and Cecil yelling in your earpiece only raised your anger, their voices mixing into a cacophony as they both spoke, Damian trying to explain himself, doing an awful job at it, while the old man was trying to coax you to discuss stuff on the ground. âYou want me to put him down, Cecil? Fine.â You let go of Damian, letting him fall for a few seconds. âYouâre forgetting, Cecil. You need me, not the other way around. Act like it.â The earpiece went into your pocket before you grabbed the teen again.
You weren't really angry at the old man, you were more angry at Damian looking so surprised at the fact that you knew. Like he thought you were that stupid. âOf course I found out- forget it. I want you out of my city, and while at it- keep your siblings and father on a tight fucking leash.â A warm hand on your shoulder stopped you from speaking, your head snapping towards the owner only to see Nolan with a shirt covering his face and, a little behind him, the Immortal. âSo this is the Damian Wayne, huh?â The boy glared at the man. âHow about we talk over some lunch?â You scoff at the man. âOver lunch?! Are you fucking-â
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You and the Immortal were seated on one side of the table. Oliver, who usually sat with your parents, sat between you two, while Damian took the baby's place between Nolan and Debbie. They were trying to placate you with your baby brother. Traitors.
Nolan has been staring at the teen for a while now, while your glare didnât seem to leave your plate. âYou know, once I was invited to a rich people party- they had fried these robins.â The older man started, a gleeful tone. âThey were quite the delicacy.â You and Damian looked at the man with disgust.
âNolan.â Debbie glared at him. âEw, first of all, arenât they like no meat?â you grimace at the thought. Just because you can, doesnât mean you should. Â Nolan just shrugs, eyes staring into the teenâs soul. âThe crunch of the bones was the best part.â
ââŠIs this about him being Robin and Bruce being Batman?â Everyone stared at you wide-eyed. âYeah- I found out. No thanks to any of you.â You grumble. âSo. Iâm here to be threatened into silence?â Damianâs question was met with a resounding yes and a quick no from Debbie. âHeâs a child- weâre â We canât threaten a kid.â Your mother was sadly outvoted.
âYou lied to me. You and Talia. I donât care if mom wants to remain friends with her, but I better not see either of you again.â The Immortal softly said your name, trying to calm you down. âNo- I let them both near my mom and my brother, thinking they were who they said they are!â Your head turns to Damian. âYou could have told me the truth- I would have respected you for having the balls to do so. But to send your mom to spy on me, on my family, and then for you both to lie straight to my face-â You take a deep breath in, shaking your head.
âFuck this. I donât want to see you or your mom again.â You get up, sneering and grumbling. âOh- Iâll be busy tonight, by the way. Donât wait up.â You informed the others and left.
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âMark, listen to me. Say you'll do it.â Mark could hear Cecil talking in his ear, telling him to say that he will. âYou can't beat her, kid. Say it. Get her to leave, and we'll get ready for these assholes together.â Mark just glared at Anissa. âHell no.â
The punch he threw was strong enough to make the woman fly a few feet away, but it was also strong enough to break his hand. âMy sister gave you a warning. Nobody may believe her when she says she can eliminate you all- but Iâve seen what sheâs capable of.â The young man fixes his posture, standing tall.
âWhen she finds out youâve gone against her warning, sheâll find you.â He gave a bloody, toothy smile. âAnd sheâll kill you without mercy, just like a true Viltrumite.â Markâs growled words were followed by a lunge, getting back into the fight. Cecil could only watch the fight with shaking hands, face blank, and Markâs words repeating in his mind.
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Once the sun set, you were quick on going off planet, going to search for the Justice League space station. Well⊠You tried to, but Jon caught up with you before you could break through the clouds. âKid-â You sigh when he blocks your path as you try to fly around him. âPlease, just hear me out-â
âI know you and the other Waynes arenât on the best terms, but Bruce didnât even know Damian was here to see you! We both lied to him-â You scoff at the boy. âAnd then you both and Talia lied to me. How nice. Good job. Now, if you excuse me-â Jon latched onto your leg, making you stumble a bit. âNo!â
The young teen cringed at the look you gave him âSorry- I just- We know we should have told you the truth- but Damian was afraid youâd reject him just for being your dadâs son-â You grab him by the back of his top, bringing him to eye level once more. âBruce is not my father.â Jon mutters another sorry at your snap. âWeâre truly sorry- we both are. Damian just wanted to know you, I swear.â
âHe could have known me if he didnât lie to me.â You let go of the youngest Kent. âNow scram.â He doesnât listen to you, though. âPlease just give him another chance- heâs really sad about what he did!â That made you stop, cogs turning inside your head. âYou know where The JLâs space station is?â Your question was met with a confused nod. â⊠Show me. And Iâll consider it.â You were lying to him. Thereâs no way that youâll just forgive the boy because his puppy-eyed friend wants you to, but you couldn't pass on something that'll save you some time.
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You didnât really expect them to be there, so you spent a few minutes watching them. They werenât here when Jon first showed you the location. Diana Prince, Clark Kent, Oliver Queen, Dinah Lance, John Constantine, Zatanna Zatara, Hal Jordan, Jâonn Jâonzz. You werenât sure what they were doing with the Bat family, frankly, you didnât care. Youâll ask from Bruce what he owed you, and then youâll be sure to bury any memories of them, even if you had to bury them with actual bodies.
âWe need to talk.â The league members and the other bats present froze at the voice ringing through their minds. John and Zatanna just looked at your form outside the window with various degrees of confusion. Batman could only stare at you, at the subject of the discussion he was having with the others- âI need help.â
âYou need help?â Johnâs surprise at the mere thought was visible. âYeah- of course- Bats, open the window or something-â John slapped Bruceâs arm as he moved closer to the window. âNo.â You quickly interrupted, John repeating what you said. âThey may be your friends or allies or whatever, but I donât trust them.â
Your words seemed to have created a ruckus inside, one you werenât quite privy to due to them speaking out loud. Your eyes were, however, on Black Bat- or was it Orphan now?⊠Batgirl? You couldnât remember- you retained way too much information in a few days. Nevertheless, as the older people argued, Cassandra seemed to be moving out of your view range.
When she reappeared again, you did a double take. She was wearing a space suit- you hoped she was considering how sleek it looked compared to astronaut suits- and was jetting straight for you. âWhat the fuck are you doing-â You gasped freezing up when she attached to you like a koala bear. âWhat. The. Fuck.â The young bat just looked at you. âInside.â
This fucking family was making you crazy. But you relent, opening a portal and walking through, setting your feet on the floor. âGet off me.â You frowned as she tightened her grip while your voice startled quite a few people. âNow.â Â She let go with a whine, stepping a few inches back. âNow-â Your head turns to look at the other. âYouâll help me. Not if, not maybe, youâll do it, when I say.â
âWhy would we?â Hal scoffed. âImagine what the press would do to you knowing that you refused to fight against the Viltrumite problem two different times. Add to that the many disasters you refused to help with due to them being too 'low priority' for oh the great Justice League.â Johnâs head snapped to the Bat. âYou refused to even look into it? Twice?!â
âWe didnât get another report about them-âClark tried to defend, but your laugh cut him short. âThen all of you are as stupid as you are tall, or youâve got a rat keeping things from you. Nolan, before killing the guardians, sent in anonymous tips and even came up here and to some of you, personally. You and Wonder Woman brushed him off.â Clark looks at Diana. âWe didnât think-â
âOf course you didnât. Thereâs always something more important. Right, Bruce?â You tilted your head at the man, the use of his birth name made everyone tense up. Batman said you didnât know. âYouâll help. Itâs the least you fucking owe me.â The growled words made Batman flinch. âOr Iâll just expose everyone, from personal lives to dirty secrets to your contingency plans. Everything I have on the Justice League.â You tuned and smiled oh so sweetly at Bruce- he wished it was a real one. âIf I and mine go down, Iâll make sure to drag you all to hell with me.â
âYou canât just-â Hal choked on his words, falling into his chair when you appeared right in front of him, close enough your noses would have touched. âSure I can. You have until tomorrow, eleven a.m., to decide.â You walked away from the man. âOnce you agree, Iâll tell you how you can help me- And how we can stop the Viltrumites. If I donât get an answer, Iâll take it as a refusal.â The green light of your portal created an eerie glow around you. âAnd Bruce? Keep your kids and yourself away from me.â Green Arrow looked at Batman. âFirst of all- What the fuck did you do to that kid to hate you like that? Because that wasn't the spoiled brat kind of 'I hate my dad' attitude.â Nightwing sighs. âItâs- not really what we didâŠâ Red Robin continues for him. âItâs mostly what we didnât do.â
The blond was judging them. Hard. ââŠOkay⊠Second, is no one worried that we have someone on the inside keeping stuff from us?â Oliver turned from his wife to look at everyone else. âNo one?â Bruce just grunts. âHeâll deal with it.â Dick gave a shaky smile as he patted his fatherâs shoulder. âLike he took care of your sister?â Oliver yelped as Dinah hit him. âWhat? Itâs the truth- kidâs clearly messed up because of him-â
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Roy watched with worry as Jason kept replaying the celeb gossip clip that had been recently posted. Jason, despite shaking like a Chihuahua, was beyond ecstatic. The image of you, pearls adorning your neck, at some fancy restaurant with two men and then from a different recording holding those same menâs arms, clearly talking their ears off while the fuckers just smiled and looked at you- it opened opportunities for Jason.
Not because itâll just make Bruce lose it over the possibility of you dating, and dating older men at that- no, that was nothing- but you being so chummy, so touchy with Lex Luthor and Slade Wilson? At least half of the family will lose it. They werenât privy to the texts you sent him, to the silly pictures you took of the men without their knowledge, to what actually happened that day. The cards are in his hands, and heâs about to make Dick have to go back to anger management classes.
âJason..?â Roy drawled out softly. âAre you okay? Have you taken too much of Scarecrow's gas, again?â Jason turned his head towards the man, grinning widely. âThis may top Jokerâs death.â Roy just sat up after processing it for a bit. âOkay⊠Iâll go get Selina⊠and maybe Harley too. You just- stay put, okay, buddy?â
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Sneak peek of ch 23:
âHow about we donât talk about that?â Lex tutted at your failed diversion. âAw, did she break your heart?â You gave the bald man a blank stare. âI will throw you into a black hole.â He just laughed.
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