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thedensworld · 7 months ago

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Black Card Issue | L. Jh

Genre: fluff, est. relationship, smut

Summary: after a fight, Jihoon didn't expect to receive notifications for a revenge. However, he's not complaining.

Note: having so much fun writing this with @hoshifighting please check lyla's blog here!

Welcome to the densworld woozi🧚‍♀️

Jihoon is a chill man. Very chill. He values his peace of mind so much that no one dares disturb him when he’s in the zone, writing music. His studio is his sanctuary, a place where time stops and the world outside becomes irrelevant. No one crosses that boundary. No one—until you came into his life.

A little bundle of surprise, Jihoon would say with a soft smile. You changed everything.

You love surprises. It’s something Jihoon figured out pretty early on, back when you were just dating. And now, after years together and tying the knot, he knows it’s not just something you like—it’s a part of you. You’re the kind of person who thrives on spontaneity. The joy in your eyes when you do something unexpected, whether it’s a small gift or a sudden change of plans, has become a familiar sight. Surprises are so integral to your personality that impulsivity became second nature to you, a habit you didn’t even realize you had.

And Jihoon? Well, he’s had to become well-trained in handling it.

It wasn’t always easy, especially in the beginning. Six months into dating, Jihoon was already struggling to keep his composure around you. You were a whirlwind of energy and unpredictability, and Jihoon was the type who liked things calm and structured—especially when it came to his work. But then you would send him something, like that photo on an ordinary Tuesday afternoon, just as he was about to attend a critical production meeting. A suggestive caption accompanying a picture of you that left him flushed and flustered.

He spent the rest of that day with his head spinning, barely able to focus on anything other than you.

His team noticed, of course. They always noticed when Jihoon was distracted—because it was rare. They’d been with him for over ten years, watching him pour his soul into his music, dedicated and unwavering. But you? It took you mere months to have Jihoon wrapped around your finger. And the best part? Jihoon willingly let it happen. He wanted to be wrapped around your finger.

And as much as his members teased him, he didn’t mind. Jihoon had always been the calm one, the focused one, the one who could drown out the world when he needed to. But with you, he didn’t want to drown out anything. He wanted to hear your laughter in the background while he worked. He wanted to receive those random photos in the middle of his meetings, even if they made him blush.

Now, Jihoon finds himself in his studio. Not the one at home, but the company studio. It was unusual—his fellow producers were surprised to see him there at this hour. 10 a.m.? That’s too early for Jihoon to be at work, they thought, especially since he rarely left the home studio after getting married.

“Did you two fight?” Soonyoung asked, making a quick stop before his schedule.

Jihoon didn’t answer. He simply turned the volume up, drowning out Soonyoung’s voice. Soonyoung scoffed but left, convinced that the only reason Jihoon would be at the company so early was if you two had fought. He knew Jihoon too well.

"Stop working for a while, man. Give your wife a rest," Soonyoung muttered as he left the studio. Jihoon cursed internally. How could Soonyoung read him so easily?

The truth was, last night didn’t go well. It was one of those nights Jihoon wished he could rewind—just take it all back. He came home late again, far too late. The kind of late where the house was eerily quiet, and the only light on was the one in the living room. He didn’t even realize how long he’d been working until he saw the notifications on his phone—your texts, your missed calls.

His heart sank. The guilt hit him immediately, but exhaustion numbed him from fully acknowledging it. He braced himself as he turned the knob, pushing the door open, hoping maybe you had gone to bed. But there you were, sitting on the couch, arms crossed, your phone lying idle beside you. You weren’t saying a word, but your silence screamed disappointment. And Jihoon knew—he’d screwed up again.

He paused at the doorway, waiting for you to say something, anything, but you didn’t. The air between you was suffocating, thick with unspoken words. He could feel your eyes on him, and it made his stomach twist. He hated it when you looked at him like that, like you were waiting for him to care enough to explain himself.

But instead of apologizing, instead of doing what he knew he should have done, Jihoon snapped.

"I work for you! I work hard to afford the life you want! Why don’t you understand?!" His voice rose, frustration dripping from every word. He didn’t mean it to come out that way. He didn’t mean to make it sound like you were the problem, like you were the one pushing him to the edge. But in that moment, he was too overwhelmed to control it.

The silence that followed was deafening. He saw the way your face fell, the way your shoulders slumped as if his words had physically weighed you down. You didn’t even argue back. You just stood there, absorbing the blow, your eyes wide and hurt, like you couldn’t believe the person you loved could say something so cruel. Jihoon could see it—the disappointment, the pain, the betrayal in your eyes.

He knew you weren’t with him for his money. He knew that from the start. You never cared about his fame, his success. You never asked for lavish gifts or expensive things. What you wanted—what you always asked for—was him. His time. His presence. But Jihoon, in his frantic rush to meet deadlines and exceed expectations, had forgotten.

He was so tired. The stress had piled up to the point that it felt like he was suffocating under the weight of everyone’s demands. His work was relentless, the pressure from his team to deliver perfection was unending, and somewhere along the way, he started feeling less like a person and more like a machine. And in all of that, he had forgotten you were the one person who treated him like a human being. The only person who reminded him to eat, to sleep, to rest.

But last night, Jihoon saw something in your eyes he never wanted to see again—pain. He had hurt you, and the worst part was, you didn’t deserve it.

You didn’t even say a word as you left the room, walking away with that shattered expression on your face. He stood there, frozen, wanting to chase after you, to take back everything he’d said, but he couldn’t move. He couldn’t think straight. The weight of everything felt too much.

Jihoon ended up sleeping in his home studio that night, staring blankly at his laptop screen, his mind racing with regret. He didn’t get any work done. How could he? All he could think about was the way you looked at him, the way your lips trembled like you were fighting back tears, the way you didn’t even argue because you were too hurt to speak. He hated himself for it.

The guilt gnawed at him all night, so by the time morning came, he couldn’t bear to be in the same house. He thought if he went to the company studio, if he just got out, maybe it would clear his head. Maybe he could focus on work and forget how badly he had messed up.

But he couldn’t. You were all he could think about. Even surrounded by equipment and projects, even as he tried to drown himself in work, his thoughts kept drifting back to you. The regret kept replaying in his mind like a broken record, and the truth settled in his chest like a lead weight—he could never stop thinking about you. He never could.

And now, sitting alone in the company studio, he could still see your face in his mind, the hurt he had caused, and it tore him apart.

"Jihoon…" His manager knocked on the door, pulling Jihoon from his deep focus. He turned his head toward the reflection in the glass and saw someone entering. Quickly, he put down his headphones.

"The bank called me," his manager said, concern lacing his voice. "Someone's been making a lot of purchases with your account, and they couldn’t reach you. So, I got worried."

Jihoon blinked, realization dawning as he remembered he had turned off his phone earlier to avoid distractions. He hurriedly switched it back on, and as expected, notifications flooded his screen. Among them were a surprising number of texts from you.

Curious, Jihoon opened your messages, and his eyes widened. You had sent him a series of photos—shopping bags piled high, receipts for luxury items, and then… a car. You bought a car?

Jihoon sighed, rubbing his temples as he scrolled through the notifications of credit charges—clothes, electronics, and more. Why did you decide to buy all of this in one day?

"Everything’s fine. It’s just… my wife," Jihoon said, a little embarrassed as he reassured his manager. "No one’s using my card without permission."

His manager chuckled, seeming relieved, before leaving Jihoon alone with his thoughts.

Just as Jihoon exhaled, another text popped up. A photo of you in a jacuzzi, clearly in some luxurious hotel, wearing a brand new red bikini. The caption that followed made Jihoon’s breath hitch.

You: Want to give me the life I want? Come here. Turns out, spending your money doesn’t satisfy me enough.

Jihoon sighed deeply, his face growing warm as he hurriedly turned off everything in his studio. It was no use—he’d have to go get his black card back from you. Or maybe get something else.

You feel the dash of cold air hit your skin as you lay back against the heated tiles of the jacuzzi, legs lazily draped over the edge. You can’t help the little smirk pulling at your lips as you scroll through Jihoon’s texts. He’s gonna kill you. Well, maybe not kill, but he’ll definitely be pissed off. The shopping spree, the car, the photos—God, you knew exactly what you were doing. Pressing his buttons like that, getting him riled up on purpose, all because he had the audacity to shout at you last night.

But, you’re done with his bullshit excuses. He can whine about deadlines and stress all he wants, but you’re not here for that. You’re here for him, and clearly, he needs a little reminder.

The door to the hotel room opens, and even with the sound of the jacuzzi jets bubbling, you hear it. He’s here. Your heart skips a beat as the familiar, steady thud of Jihoon’s shoes echo in the space. He doesn’t say anything at first, but you can feel the burden of his stare on you, heavy and unrelenting. His presence is like a storm, silent but brewing.

You stretch your arms above your head, not even looking up, knowing full well he’s staring.

“Took you long enough,” You hum, voice saturated by fake innocence, like you hadn’t been the one who set the whole thing in motion. “figured you’d be quicker if i spent a little more of your money.”

Silence.

Then, the sound of him setting something down—his keys? maybe his bag? You don’t care. You hear the shuffle of his shoes being kicked off, and that’s when you finally open your eyes.

Jihoon stands at the edge of the jacuzzi, arms crossed, jaw tight, his eyes dreary and locked onto you.

“You’ve got some nerve,” he finally speaks, voice low, a growl almost. “what do you think you’re doing?”

You shrug, acting like you don’t feel the tension. “Just giving myself a little treat. After all, i am your wife. Don’t i deserve the best?”

Jihoon doesn’t say anything, just stares at you for a moment longer before his hands move to his belt. Your eyes widen, mouth parting slightly. “Oh, you think this is funny? You think you can just spend my money, send me those pictures, and i’ll come running?”

“Well, you did come running…” You mumble as if you were talking to yourself.

Jihoon moves, and before you know it, he’s crouched beside the jacuzzi, fingers hooking into the strap of your bikini top, pulling you closer to him with little resistance. “You know,” he murmurs, his voice rough, “this is the last thing you’ll be wearing tonight.”

Before you can even form a reply, he tugs at the fabric, and the red bikini snaps, tearing with a sharp rip.

Jihoon stands back up, the smirk on his face teasing you in a way that gets under your skin. His hand casually tosses the torn bikini top aside like it’s nothing, he looks at you, riling you up on purpose. He doesn’t rush; he takes his time pulling off his shirt, his pants.

You narrow your eyes, trying to keep the annoyance in check, but he’s pushing your buttons. “Really?” you ask. “You had to rip it off just to mess with me? You’re such an asshole”

“Yeah?” he murmurs, taking a step closer until he's right in front of you again. He leans down, pushing you back into the jacuzzi, the water sloshing as your back hits the edge. “You look mad, but I bet you’re dripping right now.”

You can even think of a response, his hand slips into your bikini bottoms just as he sits down. His fingers brush lightly over your clit, not applying pressure, just teasing, circling it slow just to watch you squirm. You twitch under his touch, your legs parting on instinct, hips bucking just slightly. He’s not giving you enough, and he knows it.

“You like to play these games, baby?” he murmurs. “Teasing me, spending all my money. What’s the real reason, huh? Just wanted my attention this bad?”

You bite back a moan, refusing to let him win so easily. “Shut up,” you manage to grit out, but the breathlessness in your voice betrays you. His thumb starts rubbing a little harder, making the bud throb on his thumb. You feel your body arching toward him, a needy moan escaping despite yourself.

“No...” he leans down, his lips brushing against your ear. “I wanna hear you say it. You knew I’d come running, right?”

His fingers press harder now, slipping lower, teasing your entrance without pushing in. Your hands grip the edge of the tub, eyes rolling back slightly as he continues torturing you.

“You’re so fucking annoying,” you hiss, your words catching in your throat as his fingers pick up the tempo. He’s still circling, still rubbing, but it’s not nearly enough. You need more, and he knows it.

“Oh, I’m annoying?” he growls softly, leaning his weight into you, fingers pressing harder, deeper, but still not giving you what you need. “What’s annoying is you buying cars and booking hotels like you don’t already have everything you want right here.”

Your legs spread wider, hips instinctively grinding down against Jihoon’s fingers as they tease your entrance. Your hand shoots up to grip his wrist, trying to gude his fingers in, but he stills the arm, cupping you. His other hand trails up your chest, stopping to toy with your nipples, flicking and squeezing them just enough to make you gasp. Then, wetting the valley of your breasts, his hand moves to your throat, wrapping around it in a firm grip, pushing your head back until it rests on the cold border of the jacuzzi.

“You’re so needy,” Jihoon mutters, watching as your mouth falls open, eyes half-lidded, breath coming out in shallow pants. You feel his thumb graze over your bottom lip, smirking as if he’s amused by just how desperate you’ve become. He hasn’t even given you what you want yet, but you’re already a mess for him.

Finally, his fingers push inside, just one at first, but the way your body responds—instantly clenching, your pussy practically swallowing his finger whole—makes him groan low in his throat. The water ripples around the two of you, splashing lightly against your skin as his movements grow rougher.

“God, you’re soaked,” he chuckles, voice almost mocking as his finger curls inside you, hitting that sweet spot making your hips jerk by their own. Even with the water swirling around, Jihoon can feel the heat between your thighs, the sticky slickness of your folds clinging to his fingers as he slides in another.

Your grip tightens on his wrist, trying to pull him closer, but he doesn't let up. Instead, his fingers work you harder, pumping in and out of you making the water splash with every push. The sound is obscene, the wet slaps of his fingers echoing in the room, blending with your suffered moans, and Jihoon's grunts.

You lift your gaze to him, lips parted, eyes pleading, practically begging for more. You look up at Jihoon with a needy expression that you know drives him crazy. But he just grins, slowing his movements slightly, his hand tightening around your throat.

“Aww, look at you,” he coos, voice soft despite the way his fingers are fucking into you hard, relentless. “Such a pretty little mess. You like this, don’t you? Me ruining you with just my fingers?”

You can’t form words, your head tilting back more as his pace quickens again, fingers curling deep, hitting the spongy spot that makes your vision blur. The water splashes harder now, droplets spilling over the edge of the tub as your hips buck in time with his thrusts. Your legs tremble, thighs shaking, and all you can manage is a soft whimper, your entire body arching toward him.

Jihoon chuckles again, watching you fall apart beneath him. “That’s it, baby,” he murmurs, fingers pumping in and out faster, thumb rubbing over your clit in quick circles. “You’re so fucking tight… taking it so well. What do you want, huh? You want more?”

Your breath catches in your throat, his words making your body ache. You nod frantically, too overwhelmed to say anything. The hand around your throat loosens slightly, giving you a moment to breathe, but he doesn’t stop. His fingers continue their brutal pace, fucking you deep, and you know he’s not stopping until you cum around his long fingers.

You feel your stomach flip when Jihoon curls his fingers and stills them, making your body arch off the jacuzzi edge as you instinctively reach for him, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling him down to kiss you.

The kiss is brutish, dirty—his lips smashing into yours, teeth clashing as his tongue slips into your mouth. He sucks your tongue hard, biting down on your bottom lip in that way that always makes your legs tremble. You can’t focus, the pleasure building too fast, making it impossible to keep up with the kiss. But you try, you desperately try, your hands clutching tighter in his hair.

It’s only a matter of seconds before your body betrays you. You moan into his mouth, the sound low and drawn out, muffled by the kiss. You pull him closer, your grip tightening painfully in his hair as the pleasure crests, your body trembling as your back arches impossibly high.

Your nipples graze his chest, the sensation of your sensitive skin brushing against his, makes him shiver, his breath hitching as your slick cunt clenches hard around his fingers.

Your moans become more frantic, desperate, and you can’t keep kissing him anymore. Your mouth falls open, head tilting back as you gasp for air, your body seizing up with the strength of your orgasm.

Your pussy tightens around his fingers, your thighs shaking uncontrollably as you cum, the water splashing violently around you from the press of your movements. Jihoon smirks down at you, clearly proud of himself, fingers still thrusting into you even as you come down from your high. “That’s it, baby,” he murmurs, voice soft but teasing. “Cum all over my fingers.”

Your mind is still swimming in the hangovers of your orgasm when Jihoon suddenly pulls his hand away. You’re left panting, trying to catch your breath, but he’s already manhandling you, turning you around and pressing you into the edge of the tub.

“Get on all fours,” he orders. You don’t hesitate, your body moving on autopilot as you shift into position, knees pressing into jacuzzi, hands bracing yourself against the edge.

Jihoon’s grip is firm as he presses you down, making sure you don’t slip on the slick surface. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you steady while he strokes himself behind you. You glance back, seeing him gripping his cock, pumping himself slowly, the tip flushed red and dripping with pre-cum, some veins popping up when he cuts the blood circulation. The sight makes your mouth water.

He lines himself up with you, the head of his cock teasing your wet pussy, but he doesn’t push in just yet. Instead, he grabs your bikini bottom—what’s left of it anyway—and yanks it harshly to the side, exposing your swollen, sensitive folds. You feel the fabric digging into your skin, tight and uncomfortable.

Jihoon watches, mesmerized, as your pussy clenches around nothing, your body still sensitive from your previous orgasm. Slowly Jihoon pushes inside. He takes his time, savoring the way your walls squeeze around him, they way you slick starts to coat him too, your body struggling to accommodate his size. You whimper, fingers clawing at the edge of the tub, trying to keep yourself stable as he fills you inch by inch.

He moans deep in his throat, the sound oscillating through his chest as he bottoms out, his cock buried fully inside you.

You bite your lip, arching your back even more, desperate to take him deeper. “Jihoon… please…”

But he just chuckles darkly, pulling out slowly, only to slam back in, making the water splash around you both again. “Oh, you’ll get what you want,” he promises. “Just keep taking it like that.”

His fingers tangle in your hair, tugging hard enough to make you gasp. The sharp pull has you arching back, your spine curving as he yanks you up against his chest, your back pressing flush against his front. The new angle makes his cock hit even deeper, your breath hitching as the tip grazes that swollen spot inside you.

Jihoon glances at the nearby mirror, his eyes glued to the reflection of your bodies. Your tits bounce with every thrust, soft and flushed, his eyes darken, watching the way your skin sticks to his, the way your body—though trembling—melts against him, sacrificing to the pleasure despite every nerve in your body wanting to tense up.

He moans suffered, his forehead dropping to your shoulder, feeling the warmness radiating off your skin. You’re burning up, both of you are, your bodies slick with sweat despite being submerged in water seconds after. Jihoon can’t help but bury his face against your neck, breathing you in, skin to skin, letting the sensation take over him.

“Fuck,” he mumbles against your shoulder, his lips brushing your skin, almost as if he's talking to himself. “I missed this. Missed you.”

His hips don’t stop, driving into you harder, your thighs shaking as you try to keep up, but your body is already on the edge. You’re clinging to him for dear life, your head falling back against his shoulder, mouth falling open as breathless moans slip out with every thrust.

“I’m sorry,” Jihoon suddenly murmurs, his voice softer now, tender. He keeps thrusting into you, but there’s an apology laced in every word, every snap of his hips. “I’m so fucking sorry… for everything.”

You don’t answer, can’t even if you wanted to. Your breath is caught in your throat, the only response you give is the way your body clings to his, melting further into his hold as his hands roam down your body.

He doesn’t expect you to answer. Maybe he doesn’t even need you to. He just keeps going, fucking into you like he’s trying to apologize through the way his body moves against yours. His grip loosens in your hair, his hand sliding down the curve of your waist, lower, until his fingers find the puffy bundle of nerves between your legs.

The second his fingers brush over your clit, your whole body tenses again, only to relax almost instantly as he starts rubbing teasing circles. You whimper, legs trembling, hardly competent to hold yourself up, and Jihoon groans into your skin, feeling the way you melt even more against him.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he breathes, his voice raspy in your ear. “Always take me so well… fuck… so tight, baby… you feel that? You’re clenching around me.”

You don’t say anything, just a soft gasp escapes your lips, your head falling back further onto his shoulder, exposing the column of your throat to him. His fingers quicken their pace, matching the rhythm of his thrusts, every brush of his thumb over your swollen clit making you cry out.

“I know I fucked up,” Jihoon whispers, his forehead still pressed to your shoulder, his breath hot against your skin. "But I can’t stop… I can’t stop thinking about you. About this. About how good you feel around me.”

Your chest heaves with each breath, your thighs trembling uncontrollably as his hand continues working you, his other arm wrapping around your waist to hold you tighter, anchoring you to him. His fingers press harder against your clit, drawing tight circles that make your whole body twitch, every nerve ending alive and buzzing.

“Come on, baby,” he coaxes, his voice dipping into that familiar, filthy tone, the one that drives you insane. “Cum for me… I know you’re close. I can feel it. You’re squeezing me so fucking tight.”

You’re so close, your vision blurring as the heat in your core builds higher. Your body’s completely given in to him, to the way he’s fucking you deep and hard while his fingers expertly play with your clit, not giving you a single moment of respite.

And then it hits, hard and fast. Your back arches, body tensing as the orgasm rips through you, ripple after ripple of pleasure crashing over you as your pussy clenches tight around him. Your hands reach back, desperately grabbing at anything—his hair, his arms—trying to ground yourself as you moan out his name, breathless and trembling.

Jihoon groans at the feeling, his cock throbbing inside you as your walls pulse around him. “Fuck… that’s it,” he rasps, his hand slowing its movements on your clit, letting you ride out your high. He’s still buried deep inside you, his cock twitching, and he watches in the mirror as your body shudders against his.

He doesn’t pull out. Instead, he shifts you forward, placing you on all fours again, his hands steadying you as he lines himself up once more. His hand slides down to your ass, pushing your bikini bottom further to the side so he can watch as your tight puffy walls flutter around him.

Without delay, he starts thrusting again, his pace slow but deep, watching as your body tenses, clenching around him every time he sinks in.

Jihoon lets out a series of the neediest, whiniest moans you've ever heard from him, and it hits you differently—vulnerable, like you’ve broken through every layer he keeps guarded.

Then he sinks in fully and stops.

You slouch forward, your whole body going limp as you brace yourself on your forearms. You feel him pressed against your back, the warmth of his skin sticking to yours as his breath hitches in your ear.

And then it fills you—heat as his cum spurts deep inside you. Hot, thick, and it has you crying out, your voice breaking as your body quakes beneath him. You can feel every pulse of his cock as he fills you up, making your insides feel impossibly full.

Your back trembles under his weight, every muscle in your body quivering as his release continues to flood you. Your pussy clenches around him involuntarily, trying to milk every last drop from him, and it only makes him groan louder.

“Shit,” Jihoon breathes, his voice a wrecked, breathy mess as he leans forward, his forehead pressing into the back of your neck. His hands grip your hips tightly, like he’s using you to anchor himself through the intensity of his orgasm. “Fuck… you feel s'good.”

Your head drops onto your forearm, unable to do anything but take it all in. You can feel his cum dripping out of you, a warm, slick sensation as it mixes with the water around your thighs. Your legs are shaking, your core aching, but you don’t want him to pull out, you want to stay like this, to feel him deep inside you just a little longer.

Jihoon’s breathing finally starts to slow, his body still pressed flush against yours as his arms snake around your waist, holding you tight. You hum softly in response, his cum continues to spill out, and you can feel every slow drip as your pussy flutters, trying to recover from the relentless pounding he just gave you.

He pulls back slightly, just enough to glance down at the sight of your trembling back. A soft smirk tugs at his lips as he watches how your body reacts to him, still sensitive, still on edge. “Look at you,” he whispers, his tone soft but teasing. “You’re still shaking. Did I fuck you that good?”

You don’t answer him; just let out a shaky breath. Your body is completely spent, and you can narrowly keep yourself upright. Jihoon chuckles softly, pressing a kiss to your damp skin before pulling out slowly, the loss of him leaving you feeling empty and aching. The last bit of his cum leaks out of you as he does, and he watches, fascinated, as it mixes with the water beneath you.

He moves to your side, pulling you into his chest, his hands rubbing gentle circles on your back as you both come down from the high.

Jihoon gently lifted you from the jacuzzi, his hands steady as he wrapped a robe around your body, drying you with care. His touch was soft, and the tension between you started to ease with each moment. He laid you down on the bed with tenderness, his eyes flickering with a mix of concern and regret.

As he stepped away to quickly clean himself up, you could feel the weight of his emotions lingering in the air. When he returned, Jihoon slid into bed beside you, pulling you into his arms, his warmth pressing against your skin. His embrace was tight but comforting, as though he was trying to hold on to more than just the moment.

"I'm sorry..." His voice was barely above a whisper, yet the sincerity in it was undeniable. He rested his forehead gently against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the quiet space between you. "Please forgive me."

You could feel the vulnerability in his words, a side of Jihoon that he rarely showed.

You lay there in his arms, feeling the tension in his body slowly release as he held you close. His apology lingered in the air, filled with emotion you hadn’t heard from him before. For a moment, everything was quiet—the warmth of his skin, the sound of your breathing, and the beating of his heart against yours.

Jihoon pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours for any sign of forgiveness. His brows furrowed, and he seemed almost afraid of what you might say. You reached up, your fingers brushing against his cheek, the familiar sensation calming you both.

“I know you didn’t mean to hurt me,” you whispered, the weight of the past argument starting to lift. “But it’s hard sometimes, Jihoon. You get so lost in your work…”

He nodded, the regret still heavy in his gaze. "I know. I promise I'll do better. I can't stand the thought of losing you, or pushing you away."

His words tugged at your heart, and you could see how much he meant it. There had always been that side of him—driven, focused, and dedicated—but sometimes it made him forget everything else. Still, here he was, trying, apologizing, and making the effort to put you first.

Without saying anything, you leaned in, closing the distance between you, your lips brushing his in a soft kiss. Jihoon sighed against your mouth, relief and gratitude flooding through him as he deepened the kiss, his arms tightening around you as though he couldn’t bear to let go.

When you finally pulled away, your foreheads touched again, both of you breathing a little more steadily now.

“I forgive you,” you said softly. His eyes brightened at your words, and you felt the tension finally melt away completely. Jihoon smiled, a rare, gentle one that you didn’t see often enough, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Thank you,” he whispered, pulling you closer again, as though he couldn’t get enough of having you in his arms.

Jihoon sighed deeply as he glanced around your living room, cluttered with bags and boxes of things you'd bought earlier that day. His eyes scanned the array of items before he asked, half-jokingly, “Is it even possible to empty my bank account in a single day?”

You smiled, shaking your head as you tried to ease his worry. “Don’t stress. I can sell them all on the marketplace. They’ll be gone in two days, tops. I promise.”

Jihoon raised an eyebrow and picked up one item that particularly caught his attention—a pair of leopard-printed underwear for men. He held it up with a bemused expression, “Leopard print... for me?”

You grinned mischievously, “Yup! Oh, and I got you the hot pink one, too. Thought you’d look great in it.”

Jihoon groaned, his face a mix of amusement and disbelief. “You know it was a joke when everyone said i wear these kind of panties, right? There’s no way I’d ever wear these.”

You crossed your arms, stepping closer with a playful smirk on your face. “Oh, I can make you wear them,” you teased, your tone light but daring.

Jihoon chuckled, shaking his head at your persistence. “Is that a challenge?”

“Maybe,” you replied, your grin widening. “I have my ways. Just wait until you see how good you look in them.”

He rolled his eyes, but a small smile tugged at his lips. “You’re impossible.”

You stepped even closer, standing on your toes to whisper in his ear, “You’ll thank me later.”

Jihoon’s laughter filled the room as he pulled you into a hug, shaking his head. “You never give up, do you?”

“Never,” you said, wrapping your arms around him. "And trust me, you’ll look amazing in leopard print."

With a defeated sigh, Jihoon gave you one more playful glare, “Fine. But don’t think this means I’m wearing the hot pink ones too.”

“We’ll see about that,” you replied, your voice full of challenge and laughter as you leaned into his embrace.

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uncuredturkeybacon · 22 days ago

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𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚞𝚖 || 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

in which the checkered flag isn't the only thing you're chasing

the vegas strip is glowing like a live wire. neon buzzes in the air as helicopters hum overhead, and the roar of engines bounces between high-rises like thunder in a canyon. it’s chaos, but you’re calm. you always are before a race—head down, focused, no distractions.

being the only woman on the formula one grid is something you carry with quiet pride. it comes with expectations, judgments, noise. but you’ve learned to block it all out. when the helmet goes on, it’s just you and the machine.

until today.

“hey,” your pr manager says, sidling up beside you while you lean against your mclaren garage wall. “we’ve got a guest coming through. big name. be nice.”

you squint. “how big?”

she smirks. “paige bueckers big.”

that gets your attention.

you turn just in time to see her being ushered through the paddock entrance. she’s tall—taller than you expected—with long legs, an easy stride, and a confidence that isn’t loud, but steady. she’s wearing a knitted see through top that had blue on it, not quite papaya but… it looks good on her. really good.

she spots you and smiles, and you don’t know why your pulse picks up. probably the heat. the adrenaline. the usual.

you meet her halfway. “didn’t expect to see you on my turf.”

she grins, holding out a hand. “wanted to see what the hype was about.”

her grip is firm, warm. you hold on a second longer than you should.

“you’re welcome to the garage,” you say, stepping back. “but fair warning—it’s loud, chaotic, and smells like burnt rubber.”

“sounds like a good time,” she shoots back, falling into step beside you.

you give her a full tour—let her sit in your car, explain your steering wheel (which has more buttons than a spaceship), and show her how the pit wall strategies work. she listens, actually listens, eyes wide with curiosity, asking smart questions that make you grin.

“you know,” she says, pulling her hair into a quick ponytail, “if i wasn’t already a full-time hooper, i might’ve given this a shot.”

you chuckle. “you’d probably beat me off the line.”

you don’t realize how close you’re standing until your arm brushes hers. she doesn’t move away. neither do you.

you don’t post the photo. she does.

it’s a candid, taken by your pr girl—paige in your garage, sitting on a stool with your helmet in her lap. you’re leaning down next to her, laughing at something she’s said, mouth open, eyes soft. you didn’t even know she took it.

her caption: “track tour guide. 10/10.”

and that’s all it takes.

twitter goes off:

@/womensportsdaily: paige bueckers just casually being besties with the only woman on the f1 grid??? this crossover is elite.

@/formulagays: y/n hasn’t smiled like that since she won silverstone last year. paige what did you do???

@/uconnsfinest: i’m watching the las vegas gp now just to see paige in the garage. she’s glowing.

and the tiktoks start.

montages of you and her during the garage tour. slow zoom-ins on the photo she posted. voiceovers of people whispering “oh my god, they were roommates” over clips of you glancing at each other.

the sound of your laugh. the way her hand lingered on your arm.

people notice.

weeks later you’re spotted sitting court side at a uconn game, mclaren bomber on, hands clasped between your knees. you’re trying to stay subtle, but paige keeps looking your way from the bench.

when she hits a step-back three in the third quarter, she doesn’t look at the crowd. she looks at you.

your smirk gives you away.

the camera catches it. and the internet? loses its mind.

@/womenshoopupdates: wait… is that y/n court side at uconn??? in the paige bueckers jersey???

@/vroomvroomupdates: when your gf wins the race then pulls up to your game like that. power couple energy.

@/justsportsedits: [tiktok edit] — “golden hour” by jvke playing over clips of paige scoring while the camera pans to you in the crowd. caption: “she’s not watching the game, she’s watching her.”

it becomes a thing.

you're spotted together more often. coffee shops in new york. a lakers game, sitting shoulder-to-shoulder. she wears your hoodie in an ig story. you repost it with a simple orange heart.

still, no confirmation. no denial. just… smiles and soft looks and lingering hands.

in between the flashes of public life, there’s the quiet stuff.

late-night calls where she reads you parts of a book she’s into, and your eyelids flutter shut to the sound of her voice. your hand on her knee during a long car ride, her thumb tracing lazy circles on your skin.

she teases you about how serious you get during race weekends, calling you “captain focus” and stealing your hats. you pretend to be annoyed, but when she falls asleep on your chest during a netflix binge, you realize you’ve never felt more at ease.

you send her videos before races—“go get that w, buckets”—and she sends back selfies in your mclaren merch.

one night after a podium finish, she surprises you in the garage, wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her chin on your shoulder.

“you were insane out there,” she whispers.

“you always say that.”

“because it’s always true.”

you can’t help it. you press your forehead to hers and close your eyes. and for a second, everything else—the cameras, the fans, the noise—melts away.

it’s summer. off-season.

you’re in your backyard, sunlight filtering through the trees. she’s in your lap, wearing a backwards cap and one of your race shirts, laughing at something you just said. a friend snaps a photo—mid-laugh, her hand on your cheek, your eyes only on her.

you post it to instagram with a simple caption:

“in her lane. and in her heart.”

she comments: “forever my favorite driver.”

and just like that—it’s official.

fan reactions came immediately.

@/gridgirlfanclub: i’m sobbing. they’re real. they’re actually real.

@/collegeballtea: paige bueckers and y/n hard launching in july??? they just saved the internet.

@/trackcourtluv: someone write a fanfic about this. oh wait, we’re living in one.

@/wsportsedits: [tiktok edit] — “lover” by taylor swift over photos of you two through the season. caption: “from track to court, it was always her.”

you’re sitting on the hood of your car at sunset. she’s beside you, feet kicked up on the tire, sipping from your water bottle.

“you ever think about how weird this is?” she says, eyes on the horizon.

“what, you dating a race car driver?”

she nudges your arm. “no. us. all of it. the attention. the edits. the tweets. the chaos.”

you smile. “kind of. but also… it feels right.”

she turns her head toward you. “yeah?”

you nod, reaching for her hand. “yeah. like the one time i don’t need to chase something. because you’re already here.”

she leans her head on your shoulder. and in that quiet, golden moment, you think—this? this is your favorite podium finish of all.

off-seasons used to be about rest, recovery, and some intense simulator time. this year? it’s different. this year, it’s about her.

you never thought of yourself as the “vacation type.” but when paige had shown you that private airbnb listing in st. lucia—oceanfront, no neighbors, with a hammock on a deck shaded by palm trees—you booked it in ten minutes flat.

now here you are: barefoot, board shorts on, standing at the grill while the sun bleeds gold and orange across the horizon. the smell of grilled pineapple and sizzling shrimp drifts into the warm air, and somewhere behind you, you hear paige humming along to the playlist you made for the trip.

you look over your shoulder.

she’s lounging on the outdoor couch, legs stretched out, wearing your mclaren tee—oversized on her, of course—and a pair of sunglasses perched on her head. she’s scrolling through her phone, probably looking at edits fans made of your recent vacation photos.

your phone buzzes. speak of the devil. it’s a tiktok paige just sent you.

@/trackcourtluv: “y/n bringing paige to the tropics is the softest thing i’ve ever seen.” [audio: “ilysb” by lany playing over clips of you and paige walking through a market, fingers intertwined. then a paparazzi shot of you handing her a flower. then a blurry photo of her wearing your race cap, looking up at you like you hung the stars.]

you grin and glance at her. “you’re such a fan of our fan edits.”

she doesn’t even look up. “they’re better than romcoms. also—why is your fanbase funnier than mine?”

“they’re unhinged. that’s the difference.”

she finally looks at you, squinting playfully. “they call us ‘trackcourt’ now. someone made a logo. i’m not even mad.”

“should we get matching merch?” you tease.

“i’m already mentally designing the hoodies.”

dinner was perfect. paige insisted on washing the dishes (“i’m not letting you cook and clean, you maniac”), so you’re now lying in the hammock, legs crossed at the ankles, and she eventually makes her way into your lap, back against your chest.

“do you think people expected us to last?” she asks quietly.

you kiss the top of her head. “i don’t think they expected us at all.”

“same,” she murmurs. “but… i don’t know. with you, it just—clicked.”

you wrap your arms around her middle, fingertips tracing soft circles on her stomach through the fabric of your shirt.

“you’re the only person i’ve ever felt like i could slow down for,” you admit.

she tilts her head back to look at you, upside-down. “that might be the most romantic thing you’ve ever said.”

“give me time. off-season’s not over yet.”

her smile is lazy, sleepy. “promise we’ll do this every year?”

“the vacation?”

“no. the slowing down.”

you tighten your hold on her. “yeah. i promise.”

it’s a photo she took: you in a tank top and sunglasses, holding a coconut with a straw in it, laughing so hard your head’s thrown back. she’s in your lap again, this time with her hand resting on your thigh, her cheek pressed against your shoulder.

caption: “somewhere between corners and coastlines, i fell.”

the comments come in instantly.

@/uconnbuckets: not her soft launching a poetry career????

@/racingreigns: paige really took “race car driver girlfriend” and ran with it. she’s so us.

@/formulagays: they’re in love and my single heart is just trying to keep up.

you’re at the gate. her flight back to campus boards in 30 minutes. you’ve got simulator training in woking next week.

she’s leaning against your chest, arms around your torso, not caring who’s watching. for once, no fans, no cameras. just the airport buzz and the quiet in-between.

“see you in monaco?” she asks, pulling back slightly.

“wouldn’t dream of racing without you there.”

she lifts her hand to cup your face. “i love you, driver girl.”

you kiss the inside of her wrist. “i love you more, baller.”

she rolls her eyes. “not possible.”

you grin. “wanna bet?”

#paige bueckers #paige bueckers x reader #uconn women’s basketball #uconn wbb #ucon wbb #paige buckets #paige x reader #lesbian #wlw #paige bueckers smut #f1 #f1 fanfic #wuh luh wuh

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monolotus · 2 months ago

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Main story vs Close friends

“She never posts her boyfriend… she must be protecting him from the group’s chat debate club.” only if they knew…

more under the cut!

Your dates are never not photographed, let it be through your phone’s camera or your boyfriend’s lenses.

Pretty sure Seungcheol’s account manager just loves you. Anytime Scoups goes viral for being too boyfriend material, it’s thanks to you.

It’s actually really hard to not post the full pictures, your boyfriend just looking too cute for you not to.

Carat thinks he’s with his manager eating korean barbecue… only if they knew.

Is really easy to take nice pictures of the dates. Your boyfriend (and your eye) being already trained to take the best pictures for the gram.

Is all about the privacy. If carat ever sees Scoups with you, the company could just say you are one of the staff memebers. If you were publicly dating? That would be a whole new argument.

Talking about going public, it happened by accident.

Scoups had grabbed your phone, talking about your best friends having to see how you both spent the first snow together. Selecting which picture he would post on your close friends, he typed a quick combo of emojis, pressing “post”

He is such an oldie- It had been almost five full minutes when he received a call of a way-too-excited Mingyu.

“Hyung, did you see what she posted? On the main!” Had Mingyu said, and Seungcheol could only expect to see his biggest mistake when typing back into your instagram account.

Right there, on your main story, it was his face in full display- snow suit on and everything.

He sighed, pressing the delete button, that he could swear was laughing at him.

In the end, the official statement had been two pictures- one on your account, and one on his Weverse.

It was a silly picture, nothing that two friends couldn’t post about each other- but the caption…

“First snow❄️” was his caption. Yours? Something silly, “Snow on the beach (not really)”

It wasn’t long until the company release an actual statement

#seventeen imagines #seventeen smau #seventeen x reader #scoups smau #scoups fluff #scoups x reader #seungcheol imagines #seungcheol smau #𝓛otusflower

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norrisainz33 · 5 months ago

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love story || gr63

☆ summary: a popular author publishes a new book and fans start to realize it might actually be telling a real life love story of her daughter and a certain driver! (very loosely based off striker by ana huang)

☆ pairing: george russell x reader

☆ fc & warnings: rashan mh & none

☆ requested: yesss thank you @sassyqueen-15 🫶🏻 sorry it took literally a million years 🥹

☆ a/n: y/m/n = your moms name and ymauthor = your moms insta!

ﾟ. ✿ ୨❤︎୧⠀✿ . ﾟ

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ynuser: with love from new york!! mommas new book came out today!! this one is particularly special to me and ill let you guess why 😉

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ymauthor: my gorgeous daughter! so glad you’re here celebrating with me 🤍😘

ynuser: 🩷🩷

user1: yayyyyy can’t wait to read it!

user2: that’s low key cryptic… guess why???? what you mean

user4: there’s something fishy with that wording i just know it

user7: maybe she just particularly likes this book!

user2: user7 nahhh the wink says otherwise

georgerussell63: congrats ymauthor!!

user63: omg what are you doing here??

user3: my favorite influencer is in my city?!

user9: literally reading my copy rn and why do i feel like you’re the main character…..

user10: running to read it rn. trust! we will get to the bottom of this.

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user9: ok y/n i’m here with my theory. YOU are the main character in your moms book. no freaking doubt. others may forget that you’re a ballerina at heart and that modeling and influencing came second but i didn’t!!! tho where my doubts come in is around WHO the man is……….. will report back when i figure it out

tommyhilfger: one of our favorite tommy girls!

user10: ok preppy goddess alert

ymauthor: love this look that they sent you!

ynuser: me too! i didnt expect them to be so quick to work with me but i guess thats just the impact he has 🥹

ymauthor: not all him! don’t sell yourself short 🤍

georgerussell63: 👀

ynuser: 🤭

yourbff: body is tea

ynuser: ☕️

user12: are you gonna tell us what you meant by that caption the other day or are you gonna leave us to our own devices ?

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ynuser: come spend the month with me ✨

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user2: so she is a ballerina …. much like the main character in her moms book… noticing things

ymauthor: 🤍🩰

user12: i’m sorry are yall not seeing the lewis hamilton and george russell in the likes right now what is happening

user3: also jack hughes and ruben dias………

user9: ok so what i’m hearing here is that one of these men is the man from the book bc it’s a sports man opposite her

user12: i’m beginning to think your theory has some validity to it user9

user13: wait are any of you f1 girlies??? alexandra is also here if yall know her

user9: which could mean nothing but…

user10: ok but guys which one of them do we think is most likely to have been sentenced to learning ballet as a workout?!

user9: my moneys on george

user12: idk i could see jack but i think that’s bc i just finished icebreaker

yourbff: the prettiest girl in the world 🥹

ynuser: that’s you gorgeous

user9: WAIT IS THAT A MANS HAND IN THE LAST SLIDE

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alex_albon: ooooo this is the subtlest of subtle soft launches

georgerussell63: i’ve gotten good at it. only been soft launching for like 2 years now

alex_albon: the fact that you have been able to keep your private life private for so long is truly impressive

georgerussell63: hasn’t been easy but it’s been worth it

ynuser: you outdid yourself with these 💐🤍

georgerussell63: only the best for the best girl 🤍

user9: hello mr russell - thank you for feeding the flames of my theory!! to twitter i go

landonorris: are these for you or a certain girly you’ve been keeping from us???

georgerussell63: a certain girl but you’ll be meeting her real soon mate 🤫

user12: oh he’s posting flowers now….

mercedesamgf1: all things are set for vegas for their visit!! p.s beautiful flowers for a beautiful girl

georgerussell63: thank you admin! see you soon 🫶🏻

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yourbff: ugh this looks incredible! i hope you have the best time

ynuser: thank you bb! mom and i are already having a blast 🫶🏻🥹

user9: the scream i just let out. you are in vegas!!!! f1 is in vegas!!!!

georgerussell63: that’s quite the spread! i can’t wait to see you later

ynuser: merc is currently spoiling us!! i’m counting down the minutes till i see you 😘

user12: i think user9 was right after all

mercedesamgf1: hope you enjoy!

ynuser: thank you for everything admin 🫶🏻

user14: fancy fancy

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f1gossip: well known author, y/m/n and her daughter y/n y/l/n made an appearance in the vegas paddock today. our very own, george russell, was seen taking the mother daughter duo on a tour of the paddock and introduced them to quite a few people including other drivers like lando norris. this is quite unusual behavior for drivers and celebrities that are purely guests of the team which has caught our attention. he seems to be treating her much differently than a typical guest - could there be something going on between these two?

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user8: the merc admin posted a video of him giving y/n his hat and idk the way he was looking at her did not give casual energy

user24: it did not!!! the was he looked at her was not subtle and totally full of adoration

user6: y’all must be running out of gossip if this is all you got

user44: i was in the paddock and i s2g i saw george kiss her on the cheek after quali

user16: wait yes i saw the same thing

user3: they could just be friends! remember that that is always an option guys!

user19: i love y/m/n and y/n this is a top tier cross over

user9: and when he wins and we get a celebration kiss as confirmation of their relationship … then what?

user12: then i’ll venmo you $63

user9: it’s a bet

user32: y/n getting the princess treatment she deserves

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georgerussell63: winning in vegas!! what a feeling 🏆 massive thank you to the entire team for all of their hard work and dedication this weekend! oh and thank you to my good luck charm who finally made it to a race 🤍😊

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user74: RUS VEGAS

user82: p1 babyyyyy

ynuser: how lucky i am to have witnessed a george russell masterclass 😍 that’s my man 😩

georgerussell63: i had to put on a show for you 😘

user63: aint no way to be normal abt this

alex_albon: finally!! and uh cool win ig

user9: i just fell to my knees in a walmart parking lot

user9: user12 where is my $63?

user12: sending it now! i will never ever doubt your genius again

mercedesamgf1: congrats george 💪🏻

user88: yesss georgie!!

user9: whoa gf alert! warn a woman first jeez

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ynuser: thanks for reading the story of us ✨

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ymauthor: thanks for letting me tell a version your story 🤍

ynuser: wouldn’t have wanted anyone else to do it 🫶🏻

user9: this is my proudest accomplishment

georgerussell63: i’m quite fond of our story 😘

ynuser: me too georgie 🤍

user19: can vroom vroom man fight?

user65: i have no one to tell abt this

mercedesamgf1: welcome to the family y/n🩵

user22: now THIS is my version of the royal family

ﾟ. ✿ ୨❤︎୧⠀✿ . ﾟ

a/n: thank you for reading!!! likes and reblogs appreciated.

ﾟ. ✿ ୨❤︎୧⠀✿ . ﾟ

disclaimer: pictures are not mine and everything i write is fiction

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darylbrainrot · 1 month ago

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HEARTTHROB-

CHAPTER 2: The Aftermath (1k words, 8 photos)

Am I more than you bargained for yet? I've been dying to tell you anything you wanna hear ‘cause that's just who I am this week

- sugar we’re goin down, fall out boy

JANUARY 21— 10:20 AM

It's only been 4 days since you filmed the new video with Quen on her channel. You have chatted with her here and there about whatever over the few days, she was becoming a good friend of yours. You were wondering when the video would be uploaded since you were excited to watch it even though you remember it clearly as day.

Coincidentally, you just received a message from Quen.

Quickly posting the photos of you and Quen, you felt a smile form on your face. Not only were handed such an opportunity but you also gained a friend.

A few minutes later, you saw Quen put your post on her story, captioning it "in 1 hour!! Be ready". Hearting the text, you closed Instagram and decided to practice your guitar.

You practicing a new cover, decode by Paramore, a song you've been practicing for the past few days. You were going to post another cover on your youtube because you haven't uploaded one in well over a couple months. You enjoyed singing and playing guitar, so this was pretty easy content to make.

Before you knew it, an hour passed and you got a quick message from Quen telling you it had been uploaded. Hearting the message and typing a quick reply, you put down your guitar and went to your computer to open up youtube.

You opened her new video, leaving a like and full screening the video, you started to watch it. It was exactly an hour long, wondering how much film the editors had to cut, you continued watching.

The video was good, you were around 30 minutes in and you were laughing already even though you were laughing at yourself and Quens actions. Even though you knew what was happening, the way it was edited and recorded made it effortlessly funny.

You were now reaching your favorite part when you called out Hamzah. Watching it fully through made you laugh, you were glad it was kept in because that had to be at least one of your top favorite moments in the whole video besides the friendly banter between you and Quen.

Finally finishing the video, you were reading a couple of the comments left by users.

username1: the duo i didnt know i needed, love them sm username2: i literally cant wait for the clips to be posted on tik tok LMAO username3: STOP why do i lowk see y/n and hamzah as a cute duo, need them to collab ASAP. username4: BROOO when she called out hamzah i SCREAMEDDD.

Laughing at the comments and reading a few more, you closed out of youtube. Sending Quen a text message on how much you enjoyed the whole video, you went to lie down on your bed. You genuinely did enjoy the video, it was perfectly made and you and Quens personalities paired together perfectly in your humble opinion.

It was around 1 pm now, and you had your schedule cleared for the whole day so you just decided to scroll on your phone until you think of something better to do. You were just scrolling on tik tok when you started to get clips of you and Quen's video. You were laughing at them, seeing people post their favorite parts of the video.

As you continued to scroll, you noticed the amount of clips of you calling out Hamzah, some even having 15k likes which was mindblowing since the video was still new. Other than those clips, you've seen people make edits of you and Quen which you reposted.

You loved seeing these types of videos, and you were glad the video was getting such positive feedback since that was a new experience for you.

7:26 PM

A few hours have passed, and you had taken a nap and just made yourself something to eat. Now you're sitting at your kitchen table in your small apartment, scrolling through your tik tok for anything to watch while eating.

You were getting random videos that helped fill the silence of your apartment. It helped with the sense of loneliness you get sometimes. Continuing to eat, you got an Instagram message.

You saw the notification of his follow and followed back. You didn't actually expect him to text you and reach out over the clip. You were smiling while replying to his texts, and you were sure that nothing would've come from what you said in Quen's video, so this was an interesting outcome.

Laughing at his texts, wondering how the collab would go, you felt all giddy inside oddly enough. It felt good to have these chances, the opportunity to meet new people and create new friends. Even though you didn't really know Martin and Hamzah, you knew their content based on the clips you've seen and the couple of videos you've watched. So you knew it wouldn't be awkward but a nice way to branch out of your comfort zone

It was nice texting hamzah, even though it wasn't talking about anything personal or crazy, texting him felt easy and natural. You wondered if it would feel the same talking to him. Hamzah seemed nice, like he was someone who lived up to their full extent; someone who isn't scared of challenges, someone who fights with everything they have to get what they want.

You knew he was passionate about his youtube and that was extremely rare to find. You've seen countless clips of him putting his all into his content. I mean, it was obvious with the amount of time hamzah and martin both put into slushynoobz. You kind of admired them in that.

So, you felt thrilled that you would be able to collaborate with them and share communities over some silly little comment you said on Quens channel. You were kind of excited to talk to Hamzah though, and of course Martin but it was different with Hamzah. You didn't know him, but it was just a silly little crush that probably meant nothing. It's like when you see someone at school and have a small little hallway crush that you knew theoretically wouldn't go anywhere,

Well of course you found him attractive- as well as his humor and personality so you were kind of exhilarated to talk to him. So, as of now, you will try to wait patiently until you film that roblox video with them in two days.

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A/N: lmk if u wanna be on the tag list and I will also be taking request on what to write :p hope u guys liked this chapter, it was shorter so sorry abt that!! ill try to release the next chapter tmmr!

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#smau #hamzah x reader #slushy noobz #emoreader #hamzahthefantastic #mexicanreader #slushynoobz #mexican reader #thatmartinkid #slushy virus #hamzah fic #hamzah imagines #hamzah fluff #hamzahthefantastic fic #hamzahthefantastic imagine #emo reader

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mylovesstuffs · 3 months ago

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OT13 reacting to their s/o falling asleep with assignments scattered on their desk

Request: Hello celeste my queen! It's me again. So I'm wondering how ot13 would react seeing their s/o sleeping with whole ass assignment scattered on their desk? This thing just be playing on my head lmao -⭐️ anon

Seungcheol: He walks in, sees the chaos on the desk, and just shakes his head with a fond smile. He steps closer, his heart softening at the sight of you dozing off amid your hard work. Without a word, he carefully picks you up and moves you to the bed, tucking you in gently. "Yah, what am I going to do with you?" he mumbles under his breath, brushing a stray hair from your face before returning to the desk. Despite his initial exasperation, he ends up organizing your papers neatly anyway, making sure you won’t be stressed when you wake up.

Jeonghan: He smirks the moment he sees you, pulling out his phone to snap a quick picture, already planning to tease you about it later. But but before that, he places a blanket over your shoulders because he's a sweetheart afterall and whispers, "Don’t overwork yourself, silly," as he starts tidying up your desk just enough for you to find everything easily when you wake up. Before leaving, he makes sure the room is quiet and cozy so you can sleep without any interruptions.

Joshua: Joshua’s heart melts at the sight of you slumped over your desk, papers scattered everywhere. He carefully approaches, not wanting to disturb your rest and begins clearing the desk for you. As he works, he whispers a soft prayer under his breath, hoping you won’t overwork yourself too much. Before leaving, he places a glass of water and a sticky note on the desk that reads, "Take it easy, my love ❤️." He pauses for a moment, brushing his fingers lightly over your hair, before quietly leaving the room to let you sleep in peace.

Jun: I see him leaning down to inspect what you were working on, chuckling at how focused you must’ve been before sleep caught up to you. A warm smile spreads across his face as he carefully picks up a pencil and leaves a snack and a little doodle of encouragement on your paper. The doodle has a playful note, “You got this!” written beside it. He then carefully moves you to a more comfortable spot, tucking a blanket around you before heading out, feeling satisfied that you’ll wake up to something that’ll make you smile.

Hoshi: He’s absolutely TORN between waking you up or letting you sleep peacefully. After an internal debate, he quietly takes a quick selfie with you passed out, adding a goofy caption to your notebook: “Teamwork makes the dream work 😴🐯.” Then, surprisingly, he starts organizing everything on your desk with impressive precision, humming softly as he works. Before leaving, he places a tiger sticker next to his note, grinning at his little touch.

Wonwoo: He steps in and sees you passed out at your desk, his expression softening instantly. Without saying a word, he quietly rearranges your scattered notes into a neat stack, making sure everything is in its rightful place. He softly places a pillow under your head and murmurs, “You’re working too hard.” Before leaving, he marks your spot in the textbook so you won’t lose track when you get back to it later. (that's my man y'all—)

Woozi: His producer brain instinct is to check if your posture is okay. He quietly adjusts your chair slightly and slides a pillow behind your neck for better support. “You’re unbelievable,” he mutters with a small smile, organizing your desk so it’s easier for you to pick up where you left off. He places your most urgent papers on top, his little way of helping you manage your workload when you wake up. Before leaving, he makes sure the room is perfectly quiet so you can rest undisturbed.

Dokyeom: Seokmin can’t stop himself from laughing quietly at how adorable you look, his soft chuckles filling the room. He whispers, “Jagiya, you’re so cute,” before scooping you up in his arms and moving you to the bed. He takes a moment to tuck you in properly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. Worried about messing up your system, he leaves everything on the desk intact, but not before glancing at it to see what kinda assignment you were so focused on.

Mingyu: Mingyu stands there like this 🧍🏻‍♂️, his mind debates whether to wake you up to finish the assignment. Ultimately, he decides against it, shaking his head with a small smile. He sets up a small plate of snacks on the side and organizes your desk into neat piles, taking extra care not to disturb anything important. Before leaving, he writes a note: “I’ll help you finish this tomorrow. Sleep well ❤️,” and places it where you’ll see it first thing.

Minghao: Minghao lets out a quiet sigh at the sight of you slumped over your work, slightly exasperated but mostly concerned. He carefully moves your things to the side, making sure not to lose their order. “You can’t do everything at once, love,” he whispers. Spotting a soft scarf nearby, he drapes it over your shoulders, leaving a light peck on your cheek before retreating, glancing back to make sure you’re resting peacefully.

Seungkwan: Seungkwan immediately takes a picture and sends it to you with the caption: “This is what happens when you don’t take breaks!!! 😤” so that you can see it after waking up. But then he feels bad and organizes your work while humming a lullaby to make sure you stay asleep. He even fluffs up a pillow and adjusts your chair slightly so you’ll be more comfortable.

Vernon: Vernon stands still for a moment, just staring at you, lost in thought. He thinks about how hard you work and how innocent you look while sleeping, a soft smile tugging at his lips. After a quiet sigh, he carefully drapes a blanket over you, his movements are s l o w to avoid waking you. He then stacks your papers in a way that makes sense to him (which might still confuse you).

Dino: Chan high-key freaks out, his hands hovering awkwardly as he debates what to do. He worries you’ll get a stiff neck or be too tired to finish your work later. So he'll nudge you awake as he whispers, “Let’s move to the bed, okay?” If you stubbornly refuse, he stays by your side, sighing but making sure you’re as comfortable as possible and carefully rearranges your things so they’re in order.

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lilislegacy · 7 months ago

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Hello everyone! I just want to say one thing real quick. If you are disappointed by Wrath of the Triple Goddess, you are allowed to feel that way and you are allowed to speak out about it. And if you want there to be a chance at change in the future, I advise trying to tell Rick in some way. As other people have said, the nice thing about Rick is that if we tell him about something we don’t like, he often fixes it. But first we actually have to tell him. It doesn’t mean you are entitled or think he works for you, but he writes the books for your enjoyment, right? So why wouldn’t he want to hear your honest feedback? Personally, if I was writing a book and 70% of my fans hated some things I was doing, I would want to know. We want him to be successful! And it doesn’t have to be all negative! You can go tell him what you like, too! But all I will say is that right now, WOTTG has nothing but shining reviews from super loyal fans. 4.4/5 stars on average. Which tells Rick one thing: keep doing exactly what you’re doing. But if we want him to understand that we don’t like certain things, like how Annabeth suddenly treats Percy like an idiot, or how Percy now constantly degrades himself and acts incompetent, a hell of a lot of people need to tell him.

Unfortunately (and completely understandably), Rick has made himself virtually unreachable by fans. He doesn’t run his own social media, he doesn’t accept fan mail or emails, and he doesn’t have a place for us to contact him.

So that only leaves 2 easy, accessible options that I can think of:

1. Leave a rating and review on Goodreads. If you would like to, go to goodreads (and any other review sites that you want), take 2 minutes to make an account, and give your thoughts. Be RESPECTFUL and civil. If you are rude and disrespectful, it helps no one. The only way to actually get his attention is to lower the rating, so, if you really want to reach him, give it 1-2 stars. Then leave a review giving your feedback, both the positive and the negative!

2. Make a tik tok. This fanbase is so loyal to Rick that I think everyone is scared to speak up. But if you make some kind of tik tok, even if it’s just showing quotes and captioning it “Separate the books and TV show” or “Stop writing Annabeth thinking Percy is dumb” or something like that, that still works. Or you can do a full sit-down review lol. Up to you. The thing about tik tok is that if one blows up, it will at least get back to someone close to Rick. And again, BE RESPECTFUL!!!!

I am sure there are more complicated ways, like emailing specific people who can reach Rick, but the ways I listed seem more realistic to me. If anyone has other ideas, please share! (AND DO NOT TRY AND REACH OUT TO THE ACTORS!! KEEP THOSE KIDS OUT OF IT!)

I am not forcing or guilting anyone into doing any of this. I’m not trying to rally troops against Rick. I’m just reminding everyone that if you don’t want to, you don’t have to suffer in silence. If you would like to give Rick your feedback in a respectful way, there are ways to do it. I’d rather he know now and be able to change things for the next book than us all stay silent and everyone despise the next one even more. Which could lead to the downfall of the whole series. And I really don’t want that.

Everyone can do what they want. If you want to go leave a big review for Rick to read, do it. If you want to make a tik tok, do it. If you just want to post about it on here, do it. If you don’t want to do any of that, don’t do any of it! No shame no matter what.

Have a wonderful day, everyone ❤️

#this is the only time i’ve ever asked #but please get this around #there is power in numbers #if we want percy to be respected #we all just need to tell him #and you can tell him about all the things you didn’t like and all the things you liked #rick riordan #riordanverse #percy jackson #pjo #heroes of olympus #wrath of the triple goddess #wottg #percabeth #annabeth chase #percy jackson and the olympians #grover underwood #pjo characters #calling all pjo fans

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lascvitae · 3 months ago

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if its okay can i request aespa as your gf headcanons please… i literally love your writing soo much

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♯┆aespa as your girlfriend .ᐟ

synopsis. aespa as your girlfriend headcanons!!

pairing. aespa x fem!reader warnings. kinda suggestive?? genre. fluff!

now playing. every summertime by niki thinkin bout you by katie only by leehi sweet & easy by wonder girls bonnie & clyde by yuqi girl by oceanfromtheblue raise y_our glass by huh yunjin summer in love by saay die for you by the weeknd

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ katty ᥫ᭡: YOOO HI OFCCC 😻😻😻 sorry it’s so late i literally fell asleep earlier LOLZ also another double post i spoil yall sm 😔😔

masterlist.

───𝓚ARINA

☒ would LOVEEEE teasing you, like you wouldn’t ever get a break

☒ ��what’d you say about my hairstyle again that one time?” with a large smirk on her face.

☒ wouldn’t be able to keep her hands off of you, expect a lot of skinship

☒ shows you all the songs she has obsessions with

☒ “baby listen to this! it reminds me of us” 🥺

☒ very attentive, knows everything about you and notices everything about you

☒ SOOO cheesy like such a loser for you

☒ listens to you while you yap about your interests

☒ would watch all your favorite shows with you

☒ loves buying you things, no matter the price

☒ “i saw you looking at this when we went shopping so i got it for you!”

☒ her favorite dates with you would be the ones where you’re indoors, cuddling eachother and watching a movie

☒ very protective of you and can get jealous, even tho she won’t show it ☹️☹️ (you can always tell when she pouts)

☒ your pain is definitely her pain

☒ “hey, hey, hey. who said that? who said you aren’t good enough? you’re perfect, angel. and if not to the rest of the world then to most. me, all of aespa, your friends. we see how beautiful you are.”

☒ leaves cute little messages for you after that, her baby has to see how much she means to her

☒ loves to kiss your forehead, stems from her being so caring

☒ appreciates you so much && shows it in ANY way she possibly can

─── 𝓖ISELLE

☒ loves taking pictures of you. i just know it. YOUR BIGGEST SIMP

☒ “why are you laughing aeri??” “oh, nothing. i was just looking at this picture i took of you the other day.”

☒ your biggest fan, like she cheers for every single accomplishment you get

☒ looks at you with hearts in her eyes whenever you speak

☒ LOVES to bicker with you playfully, she’d be such a fun and silly gf

☒ “can we go get crumbl??” “i guess… only because i want cookies though” 🙄

☒ shows you off in any way she possibly can, has a whole folder for you

☒ “oh her? nah, she ain’t a model. she’s my girlfriend.” so cheesy

☒ all her captions would be love songs, girl’s in deep

☒ expect random compliments and ‘i love yous’

☒ absolutely LOVES when you wear her clothes, probably buys them only thinking you would wear them

☒ loves going on late night drives with you & listening music

☒ loves to makeout with you in the car

☒ her favorite dates with you would be at the arcade or amusement park, mostly bc she loves the little games you guys play, even if they’re dumb af

☒ “i bet i can beat you in mario kart!” “you wish!”

☒ “i can eat my ice cream faster than you.” “as if.”

☒ puts you first always, there’s nothing more important to her

☒ loves kissing your hand because she noticed it calms you down and it’s also something quick (since she loves kissing you sm)

───𝓦INTER

☒ puppy gf puppy gf PUPPY GF

☒ did i mention shes a puppy gf?

☒ look… ima try my hardest not to be biased bc i love me some minjeong 🫦🫦

☒ clingy af

☒ extremely giggly around you, thinks you’re the funniest person on earth

☒ has on her rose tinted glasses on around you ALWAYS

☒ like in her head yall are two cats in love with eachother

☒ the shy girlfriend that always wants your attention && is secretly weird af

☒ loves when you play with her hair, especially after a long day of practice

☒ LOVES sleeping/laying in bed with you

☒ just loves doing anything with you actually

☒ can sit with you in silence and mumble ‘i love you’ after every few minutes

☒ “mm… five more minutes?”

☒ loves to go on shopping sprees with you but her favorite dates would be the ones where you guys go stargazing or sightseeing

☒ imagine you and minjeong sitting at the picnic blanket, pointing at all the different stars and comparing them to each other

☒ “this is nothing compared to your eyes.” “you’re so cheesy, y/n!” she loves it

☒ always asking you what hair color she should get next, she just values your opinion sm

☒ loves hanging out with you

☒ she loves teaching you things

☒ loves kissing your lips bc it’s the sweetest form of affection to her

☒ you’re one of her biggest motivators, like she loves bringing you to the studio and to photoshoots

☒ “i’ll just only be a few minutes late on stage… i wanna stay in bed with you a little longer.” you can never say no to her

───𝓝INGNING

☒ so down bad for you

☒ everyone will point out how happy shes been lately and she’ll just laugh and go “yeah, i started talking to y/n” with the most obvious blush ever

☒ loves talking to you… your voice is her favorite song

☒ could spend everyday on the phone with you fr

☒ loves singing to you, would always be serenading you

☒ makes you playlists 24/7 and sings the songs when you listen to them together

☒ loves making vlogs & videos with you

☒ “hey guys! me and the wife just got chipotle and she found an ant in her food!! it’s real y’all…” “oh my god ning—“ and the video ends there

☒ takes pictures of you when she thinks you aren’t looking then laughs it off once she gets caught

☒ her favorite dates would be the ones where yall go out to eat (and always get a noise complaint)

☒ she would just love going out with you period, no matter where

☒ “y/n look at this” as she pulls the bangs back on the wednesday doll…

☒ loves the giddy feeling she gets when you cheer her on, makes her want to work harder

☒ loves to post subtle things about you, she loves the idea of being in love with you

☒ lets you hear all of the aespa demo songs and see all their albums before they come out (even sneaks you one)

☒ loves holding your hand, like she will drag you along when shes excited

☒ still finds it so crazy that yall are together… she just loves you so bad fr

☒ loves it when you kiss her cheeks and loves kissing your nose

☒ matching fits

☒ “can i post this on instagram? i want everyone to see how pretty we look together.”

permanent taglist — @saysirhc

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