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anxiouscherubs · 3 months ago

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sunday morning

𖤓 summary: the one where you wake up too soon from a wet dream and your boyfriend is there to help you... relieve the tension. 𖤓 warnings/tags: MDNI! 18+, explicit, smut, established relationship, some degradation, bdsm dynamics, yeo is a bit of a mean dom!! you've been warned!!, use of the color system, some choking, fingering, spanking, lovebites, oral sex (f receiving), edging, unprotected sex (don't do that), yes there's aftercare im not a monster 𖤓 dom!yeosang x fem!sub!reader 𖤓 author's note: i know i said i would post this by the end of march but wedding planning and school and work are consuming my life!!!!! finished this with a literal ear infection bc i NEEDED to put it out into the universe lol. this was originally inspired by the fact that yeosang uses the replica lazy sunday morning fragrance and quickly spiraled into depravity. yeosang wrecks me every day of my life and i KNOW he gets nasty. he's too quiet to be anything other than a dom, sorry! this is also my first time writing a relationship with bdsm dynamics so please feel free to leave (constructive and kind) feedback! 𖤓 word count: 5.9k 𖤓 read it on ao3 here

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“Sangie, please” you moan into your boyfriend’s neck, his cock plunging in and out of you at a relentless pace.

“What is it, pretty girl?” he teases, his fingers finding your clit, circling the sensitive bud to match the pace of his thrusts.

”I’m so close, baby, fuck,” your hands tangle in his dark hair as you tilt your head to the side to give him better access to your neck. He licks a firm stripe from your collarbone to right below your ear, never slowing his hips.

“Come on then, baby, fall apart around my cock,” he growls into your ear.

The pleasure settles in your core, hot and heavy, building and building as your bodies move in sync. He hits that soft spot inside of you, and you cry out, his name falling off your lips over and over like a mantra.

“Yeo, oh my god,” you whimper, “fuck, I’m gonna —“

A loud crash startles you from your sleep, pulling you from your delicious dream. The soft morning light creeps through the blinds of your shared bedroom, casting gentle stripes across your duvet. The city outside is still quiet as you try to shake the heat from your system, Yeosang’s cold empty side of the bed helping bring you back to reality. You let out a slow breath, stretching your tired muscles, trying to jumpstart your body, ignoring the wetness that had begun to pool in your sleep shorts thanks to your subconscious. You roll over to face your nightstand, squinting at the clock — 9:15 AM. Yeosang always wakes up earlier than you, and sleeping this late is out of the question, unless he’s on his deathbed with a cold.

You untangle from the sheets, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed to stretch, letting your feet rest on the sun-warmed wooden floor. The morning light shines bright through your window, the warmth melting into your skin. You hear rustling in the kitchen, and realize the sound that startled you awake must have something to do with your boyfriend making you both breakfast, like he does every Sunday.

Dragging yourself out of bed, you throw a fuzzy cardigan over the tank top you slept in, to match your shorts. Yeosang always gifts you sets of loungewear, because he knows how happy it makes you to laze around the house in something cute. You make your way down the hallway, the warm smell of cinnamon and vanilla wafting around you the closer you get to the kitchen. You round the corner to see your boyfriend bent over the sink, washing dishes from last night’s dinner. A fresh pan of cinnamon rolls sits on the counter next to him. Your favorite.

“Good morning, Sangie,” you softly say from the doorway, so as not to startle him. He peaks over his shoulder at you briefly before turning the water off, a breathtaking smile consuming his features. His gray sweatpants hug his slender hips, and the tight black tank top he’s sporting gives you an unobstructed view of his broad shoulders and strong arms. God, he looks good.

“Hi, pretty girl,” he coos, his deep voice still raspy from sleep. He quickly dries his hands on a dish towel before discarding it on the counter and making his way over to you. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in for a warm hug, his familiar scent enveloping you. His fingers rub absentminded circles on your skin as he holds you, his hot touch reminding you what you were dreaming about before you were jolted from your sleep. You feel your cheeks warm, thinking about how, in your mind, he was inside of you moments ago.

“Did I wake you? I tried to wash everything quietly, but the pan we used last night slipped and I banged it on the counter,” he kisses your forehead, the lingering warmth of his breath working you up even more.

“It’s okay, baby,” you pull back to kiss his nose, trying to shake the heat from your body. “I needed to get up anyway. I missed you.” You wonder if he can tell how hot and bothered you are. He knows your body like the back of his hand, and when you’re needy, he picks up on it right away.

“Yeah? Were you dreaming about me?” He squeezes your hips before releasing you, picking the dish towel up and walking back to the sink to hang it up.

“No,” you blush, sensing he already knows the answer. He chuckles darkly, leaning back on the kitchen counter, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

“If those pretty little moans I heard coming from our bedroom are any indication, I’m gonna have to call you a liar, baby,” he smirks at you as your soft smile falls from your face. “Wanna try to answer truthfully this time?” The tone of his voice has shifted from the sweet, doting boyfriend he was moments ago, the version of him you only see in the bedroom starting to crack through the surface.

“Y-Yeo, I—“ you stumble over your words. Of course you gave yourself away, how embarrassing. Your face feels like it’s on fire.

“What was I doing, hm?” Yeosang prowls toward you slowly, a strand of his dark hair floating down onto his forehead. “Tasting you? Fingering you? Fucking you?” He stops in his tracks, waiting for your answer.

The words coming out of his mouth have your mind reeling, a pit of pleasure settling in your belly. You let your cardigan fall from your shoulder, suddenly aware of how his hungry eyes are raking over your body.

“Fucking me,” you barely recognize the sound of your voice, breathless and desperate, “you were fucking me,”

“Mmm,” his deep voice sounds like honey, “and how was it, hm? Did I let you come?” He creeps closer to you, only a few steps away.

“I-I woke up, before I could,” you start, trying to hide your embarrassment.

“Oh, jagiya,” he finally closes the distance between the two of you, slowly wrapping one arm around your body, his hand snaking down to cup your ass. “You must be so pent up, my love.” His other hand comes up to your neck, brushing your hair away to ghost his lips over your bare shoulder. He trails featherlight kisses up your shoulder, to your neck, settling right by your ear. “Do you want me to help you with that?” His deep voice whispering over your sensitive skin… he knows what that does to you.

You’re nodding before your voice catches up. “Yes, Sangie, please,” you whisper, bracing yourself on Yeosang’s shoulders as he nips at your neck. He nods at your pleading, willing as always to take care of you.

“Should I bring you to bed, or take you here first?” He bites down on your shoulder, growling into your skin.

You whimper at the sensation, “now, Yeo please, I need you to touch me now,” your hands float up to his hair, lacing through his dark locks.

“Mm,” he tuts, “what if I want to do both?” He pulls away from you to look into your eyes, pupils blown wide with desire. He brings a hand to your chin, thumbing your bottom lip. You open your mouth for him instinctively, and he hooks his thumb on your bottom teeth, tilting your head up at him. “Why don’t I make you come once here, and then I’ll take you to bed and fuck you back to sleep.”

You nod as you close your lips around his thumb, swirling your tongue around it, drawing a deep groan up his throat.

He moves quickly, popping his thumb out of your mouth to plant his hands on your hips. The room around you spins, and suddenly your back is pressed up against him. He wraps an arm around your stomach and brings his other hand to your throat, caging you in his grip. You feel his hardness pressing into your ass as he rolls his hips into you. You whimper, leaning into him, chasing every little touch he’s willing to give you.

“What does my baby want?” He whispers in your ear, tightening his hand on your throat and sliding his other down to ghost his fingers under the band of your shorts, “should I bend you over the counter and have you come around my fingers? Or should I put you on the counter and fuck you with my tongue?” He squeezes the sides of your neck gently, just enough to make your head spin.

“F-fingers,” you choke out, rolling your ass over him.

He shoves you forward, into the counter, the hard marble digging into your hips as he moves his hand from your stomach to the middle of your back to push your torso over the countertop. You brace yourself, planting your hands on either side of your head, and he releases your throat to grip your hair, tipping your head to the side and squishing your cheek into the cold surface.

“Don’t tell me you’re so fucking cock hungry that you forgot your manners,” he scolds you, ripping your sleep shorts down with one hand and smacking your ass with a loud crack.

“Ah-! Fuck,” you cry out, the pain warming you from the inside out, a rush of arousal flooding your center. “Please, I want your fingers Sangie, please,”

”Good fucking girl,” he coos, “and no panties, huh?” He pulls his hands from you and takes a step back, leaving you bent over the counter with an angry red handprint blooming on your naked ass. “I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this, fucking hell,” he runs a hand through his hair as he admires you.

You know he’s teasing you by not touching you right away, so you take it upon yourself to kick your shorts to the side and prop one shaking leg up on the counter, presenting yourself to him.

“Mmm, you’re practically dripping, jagi,” he zeroes in on your center, “you must’ve been really close in that little dream of yours, hm?”

Before you can formulate a snarky reply, he’s behind you, plunging two fingers deep inside of you, using his free hand to grip your hip and hold you in place. You stammer out a curse at the sensation, your mouth hanging open against the cold countertop as he stretches you out. He immediately finds that tender spot inside of you, pressing the pads of his fingers against it over and over and over.

“Yeo, oh my god,” you whimper, that familiar pit of warmth settling in your stomach.

“Already squeezing around my fingers like you’re gonna come? I’ve barely touched you,” he teases you, his mean, dominant facade slipping into place.

“F-feels so good Sangie, can’t help it, mmhn,” you’re practically drooling on the counter as he pistons his fingers in and out, reaching deep inside of you.

He pulls his fingers from your center, bringing his hand down hard on your ass again. You cry out against the marble, tears blurring your vision as his fingers find your swollen clit. Your knee almost buckles underneath you as he expertly swirls around it, so familiar with your body, but he holds you up with a firm hand on your hip.

“You wanna come, baby? Hm?” He quickens his pace, dipping his fingers inside of you to gather more of your arousal.

“Yes, please,” you whimper.

“Then come.” He almost sounds bored as he applies just the right amount of pressure to make you crumble in his hold, holding you steady as your body shakes.

“T-thank you,” you cry out, your climax washing over you, wiping out all your strength.

“So good for me,” Yeosang whispers, holding you in place, letting your body go limp over the countertop. He rubs both thumbs into the small of your back, letting you come down for a few quiet beats before bringing you back to the moment.

“Color?” He quietly asks, the tone of his voice softening for a moment as he turns his attention to your hips, softly massaging your joints.

“Green, very much green,” you sigh between breaths.

“Then come on, pretty girl,” he growls from behind you, pulling his hands from your body and taking a few slow steps backwards, “you want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

You push yourself up on the counter, slowly lowering your trembling leg to the floor.

“Yes, please Yeo,” you turn to face him, leaning back on the sturdy surface behind you, your brain still fuzzy and your hearing a bit muffled. His fingers are glistening with your arousal, the outline of his cock pressing against the thin fabric of his sweatpants. Your core pulses at the sight.

“Then let’s go,” he beckons you, taking a few more steps backwards toward your shared bedroom, fire simmering behind his eyes.

You follow his lead, your unsteady legs carrying you a few steps before your boyfriend raises a hand up to stop you.

“Nuh-uh,” he scolds you, shaking his head.

You tilt your head at him in question, the teasing lilt in his voice making you dizzy as you realize what you’re in for. So he’s in this kind of mood.

“Crawl.”

Dropping to your knees without a second thought, a gasp leaves your lips as you hit the floor, the deep growl in his command making your body react instantly.

“Good girl.“ His cock twitches in his sweatpants. “Now, you can follow me.” He smirks at you as you lower your hands to the floor, and you feel thankful that the warm sun flooding through your kitchen windows has heated the floorboards.

You keep your eyes locked on his while you follow him on all fours, making sure to exaggerate the sway of your hips and the arch of your back as you crawl.

“Well, don’t you look so pretty on your hands and knees for me, hm? Obedient little slut.”

Heat spreads across your cheeks at the emphasis on his last word, knowing he’s only saying it because he knows how much you love it.

He walks backwards the whole way to your shared bedroom, power radiating from him in the way he carries himself, his dark eyes trained on you as you crawl for him. His mouth hangs open as he watches you, and you can tell he’s testing his own self control. You follow him over the threshold, watching him as the backs of his knees hit the mattress, dropping down onto the edge of your bed. He spreads his legs wide, leaning back as he tilts his head to the side while he contemplates his next move.

“Come,” he pats the mattress between his thighs, and you crawl forward to the edge of the bed, kneeling between his legs, looking up at him through your lashes. He grips your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tipping your head back.

“As much as I’d love to have you falling apart around my cock in the next few minutes, I haven’t gotten a taste of you yet.”

“O-oh,” his words warm your center, the way he’s looking down at you only making you feel more desperate for his touch.

“Normally I’d make you earn it, but after listening to your slutty fucking moans all morning I don’t think I can wait any longer,” he wraps his hand around your throat again, squeezing firmly before guiding you up to your feet, standing along with you. He flicks at the shoulder of your cardigan with his free hand. “Off,” he demands. You shimmy out of it instantly, letting it drop to the floor and pool around your feet.

“Give me your color,” he whispers, his grip on your throat loosening.

“Still very green, my love,” you smirk at him as he nods, squeezing tighter again.

“So pretty with my hand around your neck,” he praises you, your head spinning as you work to inhale. “I can’t, fuck,” he lets his resolve crack, crashing his lips into yours.

He kisses you hard, fingers carding through your hair as he parts your lips with his tongue. “I’ll take my time with you later,” he mumbles against your mouth, swiping his tongue over yours. You kiss each other like you’ve been apart for weeks; desperate pawing, panting, whining.

“Lay down,” he orders you, groaning at the string of saliva connecting your mouths as he pulls away from you. He holds your waist as he spins the both of you around, putting you at the foot of the bed before pushing you onto the mattress. You catch yourself on your elbows, scooting back as he crawls on top of you, sloppily kissing you the whole way, moving together until you’re settled in the pillows against the headboard.

He kisses you from your lips, up to the hinge of your jaw, down the column of your neck. You lay back against the pillows, so familiar with the way he loves to map your body with his mouth. He spreads your legs with his knees, splaying you open wide for him, your bare cunt clenching around nothing at the sudden exposure.

He kisses down to your chest as his hands run up your thighs, bypassing your aching core to run up your stomach, one hand dipping beneath your tank top to palm your breast. You gasp at the sensation of his calloused hand kneading your supple flesh, a whine escaping as he runs a thumb over your nipple. He pulls your tank top up with his free hand, exposing your breasts to the cool air.

“Sangie,” you thread your fingers through his hair as he kisses down the valley between your breasts, tightening your grip when he catches one of your nipples between his teeth. “Fuck,” you whisper, looking down at him as he flicks his tongue over it. His eyes meet yours briefly before they roll back as he sucks your nipple into his mouth.

“Baby,” you whine, the feeling of his mouth on you making your head spin. “I need you,”

“Mhm,” his mouth pops off of you briefly before his teeth graze over the top of one of your breasts, the sensation dissolving into pleasurable pain as he bites down.

“Ah!” You yelp as his teeth scrape over your skin, panting as he soothes the bite with his tongue, sucking with the intention to leave a mark.

“You forgot your manners again, pretty girl,” he bites you again, on your stomach this time, and you glance down to see the first mark blooming with shades of red and purple as he paints another.

“Fuck, I—“ your voice catches in your throat at the third bite, lower on your stomach, inching closer to where you need him. ”Please Yeo, I need it,”

“Need what, hm? Use your words,” the next bite is harder than the last, and it has you squirming, desperately pushing your hips into him as his teeth dig into the inside of your thigh.

“Your mouth, please, please,” you rock your hips against nothing, your boyfriend keeping his distance to encourage more of your delicious whining.

“You sound so pretty when you beg, my little whore,” he spreads your legs wide, fingers splayed across the insides of your thighs. He watches your cunt clench at the word, smirking to himself before spitting directly on your heat.

“Oh,” you feel his warm saliva slide from your clit to your entrance, the sensation making you squirm underneath him. “Sangie, please,”

“Mhm,” he finally settles between your legs, threading his arms under your thighs, pulling you closer to his waiting mouth.

He licks the blooming purple bite on your thigh, trailing wet kisses up, closer and closer, pressing one last kiss before finally spreading you open with his tongue. Your back arches instantly, leaning into his mouth. He licks you from your entrance up to your clit, groaning at the taste of you.

“Fuck,” you whine, gripping his hair, holding him against you. He laps at you, flicking the firm point of his tongue over your swollen clit over and over.

“Mmm,” he growls against you, the vibrations drawing a whimper up your throat. He eats you like a man starved, as he always does, digging his fingers into your hips and caging you in against his mouth.

“So good, Sangie, ah–” you yelp as his teeth scrape against your clit, a low chuckle vibrating through you at your reaction. He sucks your sensitive bud into his mouth, one hand loosening its grip on your hip to weave around to your throbbing entrance.

You feel two fingers inching up the inside of your thigh, the light touch prickling goosebumps across your skin. The moment you look down at him, he pops his mouth off of you, briefly sucking his fingers into his mouth, your arousal shining on his chin. His dark eyes don’t leave yours as he guides his fingers to your center, teasingly running them through your wetness before plunging them deep inside you.

“Ah!” You cry out at the sudden sensation, deep arousal coursing through your body as you watch your boyfriend rut against the mattress in time with the thrust of his fingers. He finds that tender spot inside of you easily, hitting it with each pump.

“So tight, are you sure you’ll be able to take me? Hm?” He scissors his fingers inside of you, the sound of how wet you are making his cock twitch in his sweatpants. “Gonna stretch you open so I can stuff you fucking full,” you whine at his words, his dirty mouth driving you mad. “My pretty little cocksleeve, made for me,”

“I can take you,” you nod, watching him add a third finger, the stretch stinging at first but quickly dissolving into pleasure. “I can, I can,” you repeat, “m-made for you Sangie, I was–” your words evaporate into thin air as he sucks your clit into his mouth again, rolling his tongue over and over.

You feel your orgasm quickly approaching, warmth rushing to your center. You roll your hips on his mouth, holding him against you, hoping he’ll let you get there. He must sense you trying to take control, slowing his fingers slightly. Feeling your orgasm fading away, you whine, struggling to push your hips harder onto his fingers. He chuckles against you before pulling away completely.

“Fuck!” You cry out in frustration, “what the fuck,”

“Watch your fucking mouth,” he scolds you, pushing up onto his knees between your legs, a dark patch spreading on his sweatpants where the head of his leaking cock presses against the fabric. “Trying to come without my permission, and you think you can speak to me like that?” You feel your cheeks reddening as you realize what you did, your eyes widening at the hard set of his jaw. He’s pissed. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, tilting his head to one side until his neck cracks.

“Flip over.”

You’re frozen, propped up on your elbows staring at him, mouth hanging open. “W-what? I–”

“Did I stutter? Flip the fuck over. Ass up. Now.”

You scramble to roll onto your stomach, pushing up onto your hands and knees. “I didn’t mean to, Yeo, I’m s-sorry,” your cunt is throbbing in anticipation as you spread your thighs wide, dropping onto your elbows just how you know he wants you.

“I’m sure you didn’t, greedy girl,” you hear shuffling behind you, feeling him getting closer to you, but not yet touching you. “How many, hm? Five?” You feel fingers ghosting across the middle of your back, trailing slowly down your spine. “Ten?” You shiver, knowing you can take ten but desperately wanting him inside of you sooner than that.

“You’re lucky my cock is fucking aching right now or I’d do fifteen,” he growls, “how about five, hm?” His hand glides over the swell of your ass, and you have to stop yourself from leaning into his touch.

“Five,” you confirm, settling into the pillows beneath you.

“Five it is.” His hand disappears and your breath hitches in your throat. “Count.” A crack rings through the room as he spanks you hard, the warmth of the sting rushing straight to your core.

“One,” you cry out, breath heaving.

“Good.” Another spank, a little harder than the last.

“Two,” your pussy clenches at the burn, and you can already feel the skin of your ass turning red.

He doesn’t warn you before spanking you a third time, but he lets his hand linger to soothe your angry skin for a moment.

“Three,”

Another.

“Four,” your voice cracks, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

“Color?” Your boyfriend asks from behind you, a hint of worry in his voice.

“Green, I can do it, one more,” your words rush out, wanting to let him know you’re okay.

“One more,” he confirms, bringing his hand down one last time, keeping it there to massage your sore skin.

“Five,” you sob into the pillow, finally leaning into his touch, letting him guide your hips down to the mattress.

“You did so well, pretty,” he leans over you, kissing you behind your ear as he brushes your hair to the side. “My good girl,”

“Please, baby, I want you,” each hard smack on your ass only made you more and more desperate for your boyfriend. You know he wants to take care of you, check in, make sure you’re okay, but you need him badly. You roll over onto your back, and he hovers over you, only softness and concern in his eyes now. You open your legs, pulling him between them, his hardness resting against your core through his sweatpants.

“I’m okay, please Sangie,” you reach for him, cupping his cheek in your palm, wrapping your fingers around the back of his neck, tugging him closer.

“Jagi,” he whispers, “are you sure?” He kisses your forehead, letting his lips linger a moment before pulling back to look at you.

“Mhm,” you nod, your hand trailing down to the hem of his tank top. He lets you pull it up slightly before helping you take it off completely. His skin glows under the sunlight streaming through your windows, casting gentle shadows to emphasize each one of his muscles. You pull your own top off over your head too, fully bare for him. You roll your hips against his clothed cock, drawing a groan up his throat.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he drinks you in, admiring your soft form. All dominance has faded from his mannerisms, loving and sheer want taking over.

“Kiss me,” you reach for him, and he meets you halfway to press his lips to yours. His need for you takes over, and he licks into your mouth as he rushes to pull his sweatpants and boxer briefs down. His length bumps against your heat, Yeosang hissing at the feeling, rocking against you as he kicks his pants off completely.

He breaks the kiss to kneel between your legs, fisting his angry, leaking cock. He pumps himself twice as he adjusts his positioning, running the tip of his cock through your arousal. “Ready?” He asks, nudging at your aching entrance.

You nod, reaching for him. He leans over you, letting out a shuddering breath as he pushes into you, filling you in one swift thrust. You moan at the feeling, the sound swallowed by his mouth against yours. He pulls out to the tip as he glides his tongue over your bottom lip, then slams into you.

“Shit,” you mumble against his lips, licking into his mouth. He meets your kisses hungrily, tangling his tongue with yours as he moves his hips, slowly at first, then pumping into you with a slow and steady rhythm.

You wrap your legs around him, locking your ankles behind his back as he picks up the pace, hitting deeper with each thrust, but not quite deep enough.

“Harder, Yeo,” you break the kiss to ask, “need you deeper,”

He chuckles darkly, knowing just how to get the angle you need. He straightens, staying inside of you as he lifts your hips with ease, keeping you suspended in a solid grip as he guides your hips to meet his thrusts, instantly hitting your g-spot.

“Fuck, yes,” you cry out, letting him masterfully handle your body, bumping against that sensitive spot over and over.

“So pretty taking my cock,” he praises you, fucking into you impossibly hard, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. “I love you so fucking much, my good girl,”

“I love you,” you pant, getting closer and closer to the edge as he fucks into you, but you want to take care of him first. “W-wanna ride you, Sangie,” he slows down at your proposal.

“You sure?” He knows your body must be spent, but you’re determined.

“Wanna make you feel good,” you whine, “please?”

“I can’t say no to those eyes,” he grins.

He pulls out of you to roll you on top of him, easily maneuvering your body until you’re straddling him, his head nestled in the pillows. He lays back, eyes twinkling as he waits for you to take over.

You reach for his cock, wrapping your fingers around it, his eyes rolling back as you slowly pump him. “Mm,” he moans at the feeling, resting his hands on your thighs as you adjust to line him up with your entrance. His fingers dig into your thighs as you slowly lower yourself onto him, gasping as your clit grazes his skin once he’s fully seated inside of you.

“Fuck, jagiya,” he runs his hands up your thighs and around your hips to hold you still for a moment. “Be gentle with me, I don’t want this to be over too soon,” he chuckles.

“We have all day, baby,” you lift your hips slightly despite his firm grip on you, but he doesn’t stop you. You drop back down, drawing another beautiful moan from his lips. His grip loosens as he gives in to you, and you start bouncing your hips, his cock reaching deep inside you. You plant your hands in the middle of his chest as you find your rhythm.

He watches you with lidded eyes, his jaw hanging open as you take what you need. He reaches a hand up to palm your breast, your head falling back as he thumbs your nipple. It doesn’t take long for your climax to start building, his thumb on your nipple and your clit rocking against him bringing you right back to the precipice.

You know he’s close too, his breathing turning shallow and his grip tightening on your hips.

“Come here,” he wraps a hand around the back of your neck, pulling you down to kiss him.

The new angle gives him space to plant his feet on the mattress and roll his hips up into you, matching your rhythm.

“Need to fill you up,” he pants,

“Yes, please,” you squeeze around him, feeling him twitch inside of you. Warmth spreads throughout your body as you inch closer and closer to release, each rock of your clit against him pushing you there.

“Come with me,” he commands you, your body tensing in his grasp as it washes over you. He fucks up into you twice more before he stills, spilling hot inside of you, groaning into your mouth. He lowers his hips slowly, guiding yours with him, staying inside of you, letting you collapse against his chest.

You both struggle to catch your breath, holding each other close while you come down. He strokes your hair, and you let your eyes flutter closed at the feeling, listening to the slowing beat of his heart.

“Wanna get more comfortable?” He asks, and you laugh, suddenly aware of how sore your hips are feeling, and the stinging lingering on your ass from your earlier punishments.

“Mhm,” you let him lift you off of him, guiding your pliant form onto your bed. He rolls you onto your belly, settling behind you to massage your hips. He rubs gentle circles into your skin, the soreness and tension in your tired muscles melting away under his skilled hands.

“I’ll be right back, my love,” he softly says as he hops up to wiggle back into his sweatpants, “I want to get something to clean you up, I’ll just be a minute.” He kisses your forehead before padding out of the room. You stretch your tired limbs, listening to the rustling and sounds of running water from down the hallway.

A moment later, Yeosang comes back into the room, his arms full of various things for you. He plugs in your heating pad, letting it warm up as he wipes his release from your inner thighs with a warm towel. You watch him as he bustles around the room, setting water and Tylenol on your nightstand and fluffing up your pillow for you. He grabs you a clean pair of underwear and one of your big sleep shirts, gently helping you dress, peppering you with kisses all the while.

You snuggle up facing his side of the bed, letting him cover you with a blanket and lay your heating pad over your lower back. He finally slides under the blanket with you, and you lay your head on his chest, throwing one leg over him, effectively caging him in. He chuckles at your clinginess.

“How’re you feeling?” He whispers, peppering kisses along your hairline.

“Perfect,” you nuzzle into him, and he rests his chin on top of your head.

“That wasn’t too much?”

“Of course not,” you assure him. “If it was, I would’ve told you to stop.”

He nods, accepting your response, wrapping an arm around your waist. You lay together in comfortable silence for a moment. You feel yourself starting to drift off, until his voice cuts through.

“Baby?” Yeosang says, a note of hesitance in his tone.

“Hm?”

“Can I tell you a secret?” He whispers, squeezing your waist.

“Of course,” you respond, rubbing a finger over a freckle on his chest.

“I dropped that pan on purpose.” You can hear the smile in his voice as he confesses to you.

“Kang Yeosang!” You scold him through your laughter, lightly smacking his chest. You prop yourself up to look at him, and he sheepishly smiles back at you.

“Sorry!” He apologizes half-heartedly, “I didn’t want you having all the fun without me.”

“Well next time,” you inch closer to him, “why don’t you wake me up with your mouth instead,” you brush your lips over his as his arm tightens around your waist.

”You don’t have to ask me twice,” he kicks the blanket off of you to roll you onto your back, crawling on top of you, swallowing your giddy giggles as he kisses you. He spreads your legs with his knees, dropping gentle kisses down your jawline. You quickly pull your heating pad out from under you and toss it on the floor.

“Quick,” he whispers, “pretend to be asleep.” You close your eyes as he slides down your body, settling between your legs once again, and you realize you’ll definitely be in bed for the rest of the day.

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hope u enjoyed (: xo

#ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #ateez smut #ateez fic #ateez yeosang #ateez imagines #yeosang x reader #yeosang smut #dom!yeosang #anxiouscherubs updates

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aleskie · 5 months ago

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YOU DON'T NEED TO LIFT A FINGER | Jack Hughes x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: When a guy just cannot get the hint, Jack makes sure to put him in his place. He's got your back. Always.

Warnings: none!! pure fluff and jack gets protective!! Full discloure, this is for realsies Fem!Reader!! Author's Note: This was supposed to come out a dayyyyys ago but Tumblr was NOT letting me post my drafts 😭😭 my poor therapist spent an hour watching me crash out about it najsjsshjjk

You were beautiful.

Of course you were.

In Jack’s eyes, you were the most beautiful creature to ever walk the earth.

Which is why he understands why you get hit on. He really does. Hell, once upon a time, he was hitting on you. And he still hits on you, even now, years into the relationship, because you’re worth it. Because you light up rooms without even trying. Because he’s always been a sucker for the way you roll your eyes and smile at his cheesy attempts to be smooth with you.

You’re beautiful and smart and funny, and you’re so effortlessly charming—of course people would want you for themselves. He gets it. He really does. And honestly, there’s a part of him that loves it. He loves that people notice those qualities about you, that they see in you what he sees every day. It feels like validation, like the universe itself is confirming that he’s the luckiest guy alive. He basks in the knowledge that no matter how many people give you those hungry looks and shitty pick-up lines, he’s the one you're coming home with, his hand resting possessively on your hip as he gives all those people a smirk, his claim laid without him even lifting a finger.

What he doesn’t love is when people don’t take the damn hint.

And you give a lot of hints.

Take this guy right here—Dave, or Doug, or whatever his name is—He’d somehow wiggled his way into the booth you guys shared with your friends for a night out and, while he seemed harmless at first, he was now solely focused on you. And your legs that were highlighted by the body shimmer Jack helped put on you earlier tonight (his fingers still slightly shimmering to prove it—a badge of honor, in his opinion).

You’d been giving him that polite, fake smile since he joined in—the one Jack knows so well and that always makes him chuckle, the one you use when you’re being patient but are clearly not enjoying yourself—and you’ve barely paid him any attention, save for a few fake laughs and an “Oh, that sounds cool” every so often as Darren, or Dino, continues to brag about himself, not even trying to ask about you (a grave mistake, Jack thinks, since you were the most interesting person he knew).

Jack wonders if this guy even realizes you’ve been leaning against Jack this entire time, your head on his shoulder and his hand resting on your upper thigh, or if he’s chosen to ignore that in favor of trying (and failing) to shoot his shot. Better yet, does he even recognize Jack is here, drink untouched and jaw tightening as he watches Danny (or was it Dylan) lean in just a little too close?

Jack glances at you. You’re still handling it with grace, of course you are. You always do. But he knows you. He sees the subtle tension in your shoulders, the way you lean further against him to put some distance between you and Dexter, the way your fingers tighten around your glass, and he knows you’d rather not have to deal with this.

He shifts slightly and stands, leaning forward to smile at the intruder, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Hey, Diego, right?” he says. His tone is casual, even pleasant, but there’s steel underneath it.

“It’s Dave, actua—”

Jack extends a hand, cutting through the guy’s attempt at small talk. “Right, yeah. Sorry to interrupt, but I think my girlfriend and I are gonna go dance now.”

He puts an emphasis on girlfriend, just to make sure this guy gets the point.

Jack gives you a soft look, the kind that makes your breath hitch just a little, and you immediately stand up, reaching for him. His arm wraps around you instinctively, his touch steady and familiar. You can already feel the tension in his body lessening now that he has you close, now that he’s leading you away from whatever-his-name-is and back into the safe, easy rhythm of you and him.

But before you can leave, the guy speaks again.

“Sorry, man, didn’t realize she was yours. You know how women are. With that dress and those legs, she was totally leading me on.”

Jack freezes.

For a second, the world seems to pause, almost like he couldn’t believe what was coming out of this guy’s mouth, like he didn’t want to believe anyone could be that stupid.

Slowly, he straightens, turning back toward the guy—Dave or Doug or whatever his name was—with a look so calm it’s almost serene. Too calm. And that’s how you know Jack is angry.

Not the playful kind of angry, where he pretends to pout when you steal the last fry or kiss him everywhere but his lips. Not the frustrated kind, like when he can’t find his keys for the third time that week or when he’s had a particularly bad game.

No, this is something deeper. Colder. Controlled.

His fingers graze your arm lightly, a small, grounding touch meant just for you. It’s subtle, but you know what it means. I’ve got this. You don’t need to lift a finger.

Jack tilts his head ever so slightly. “You wanna say that again?” His voice is so even it borders on soft, a quiet thing wrapped in steel.

Dave—or Dino or Darryl—seems to think Jack is inviting him to elaborate, which is perhaps the worst decision he’s made all night.

“I’m just saying, y’know,” Dave shrugs, his tone shifting to something almost conspiratorial, like he thinks Jack might actually agree with him if he just explains it better. “When women dress like that, you can’t blame a guy for—”

“Yeah, I’m gonna need you to shut up before I do something we both regret.”

Jack doesn’t raise his voice. He doesn’t have to. The weight of his words alone is enough to send a ripple of silence through the space between them.

Dave blinks, the beginning stages of intimidation creeping onto his face. He glances at you, as if expecting backup, but you’re already leaning back against the wall, arms crossed, one eyebrow raised as you watch Jack dismantle him.

There’s a small smirk on your lips. Because this? This was a sight you didn’t get to see in public too often.

Many times, people assumed your lovely boyfriend—so easygoing, so effortlessly charming—would lack the sharpness to cut someone down when needed, would stick to uhmms and ahhhs and crassness.

They mistook his laid-back nature for passivity, his warmth for softness. But you knew better. Your Jack could be quite a wonder with words when he wanted to be. He didn’t need to be loud to command attention. He didn’t need to throw a punch to land a hit.

So you hang back and let him handle this one, finding comfort in the thought of his arms around you later, his breath warm against your ear as you danced the rest of the night away.

“Listen, buddy,” Jack continues, stepping closer. His tone is light, almost conversational, but there’s no mistaking the edge beneath it. “You don’t talk to anyone like that. You definitely don’t get to talk to her like that. You hear me?”

“God, c’mon, man! No need to get all—”

“I already told you to shut up.” Jack’s scowl deepens. His words are slow, deliberate. “The fact that she was polite enough to give you the slightest bit of attention doesn’t mean she was hitting on you. Whatever you thought was going on tonight? Not an invitation.”

Dave—Dino? Derek?—opens his mouth, probably to dig himself into an even deeper hole, but stops when Jack leans in slightly, just enough to make his presence feel heavier. Like a storm cloud about to break.

“She’s kind,” Jack says, voice quieter now, deadlier. “So she tolerated you. But she doesn’t owe you a fucking thing.”

The last of Dave’s bravado starts to crumble. His shoulders inch inward, his gaze flickering around the booth, searching for an exit, for reinforcements—for anything that might save him from this moment.

Jack watches him for a second longer, then exhales sharply, like he’s already bored. “You think being desperate and cocky gets you the girl,” he says, shaking his head. “But I don’t need any of that to keep her by my side.” His fingers brush against yours, finding their place like they always do. “And we don’t need to waste any more time entertaining douchebags like you.”

Jack steps back, his hand sliding fully into yours as he finally tears his gaze from Daniel? Don?—who cares?—and looks at you instead. The shift is immediate, his features easing, the sharpness in his eyes softening into something familiar. Something yours.

“Let’s go, babe,” he says simply, his voice lighter now, more like himself.

And just like that, the moment is over.

As you stand, letting Jack guide you away from the booth, you hear Dave mutter something under his breath—something weak and defensive that doesn’t deserve acknowledgment. It’s the kind of parting shot people throw out when they know they’ve lost. Neither of you glance back.

The music swells around you, the bass thrumming beneath your feet, but Jack doesn’t lead you straight to the dance floor. Instead, he pulls you toward a quieter corner, away from the crowd, where the lights are dimmer, the world a little smaller.

He exhales, then wordlessly nestles his head in the crook of your shoulder.

You smile, running your fingers through his hair, your nails lightly grazing his scalp. He sighs at the touch, his arms slipping around your waist as he lets himself melt into you for just a moment. You press a soft kiss to his hair, breathing him in, grounding both of you in something steady, something real.

After a beat, he tilts his head up, a sheepish grin playing at his lips. “Did I go overboard?”

You roll your eyes fondly, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. “You were absolutely perfect,” you murmur, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek.

His grin widens, boyish and bright, and just like that, the weight of the night lifts. He tugs you closer, his arm tightening around your waist as he starts to sway you to the music. You laugh as he spins you unexpectedly, sneaking in kisses between the DJ’s transitions, his lips catching your temple, your jaw, the curve of your shoulder.

The man who bothered you is forgotten. The tension, the sharp edges of the night—gone.

All that’s left is this. You and him and the music. The warmth of his hands on you, the sound of your laughter melting together, the rest of the world fading into nothing.

#jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes fic #jack hughes #jh86 #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #nhl fic #nhl #nhl x reader #✩ allie's writing ✩

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aidansloth · 5 months ago

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Late Nights On Kitchen Floors Sometimes Lead To Confessions

Summary: You come home late one night to find your roommate Jason sobbing on the kitchen floor.

Warnings and A/N: some negative self-thoughts on Jason’s side. In this fic Jason is feeling a lot of feelings :) because we love our men crying and traumatized. Pre-relationship! This is my first time writing for Jason so I hope I did him justice. Written in the second person, gender neutral reader, I tried to make reader as inclusive as possible so if I missed something please let me know! JUSTKNOW that my heart broke while writing this. (final note, I wrote this at 4am so don’t judge me)

Words: 0.9k

I also posted this on ao3 if you want!!

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You secure the last of the locks on your door as you start to take your boots off along with your coat. Immediately as you stepped in your mind went into autopilot, following your routine so effortlessly that only after what was definitely too many seconds do you notice a heaving sound coming from your kitchen.

“Jason?”

The words leave your mouth with a tinge of hope that it was just him and not a break-in you’d have to deal with at this ungodly hour in the morning. You check the time with a flick of your phone. 2:14am.

You receive no response and reach for the bat Jason insisted you left hidden in the umbrella stand. You can never be too safe were his exact words and you’d honestly have to thank him if you made it out tonight. It’s only when you cross the door that you see him: Jason and all of his 6 feet of muscles are scrunched up into a wavering ball, his hands clutching his clothes and his head planted into his knees. All this time you’ve known him and yet he has never looked as vulnerable as he does now, on your dusty crumble-covered floor with tears in his eyes.

At first no words come out of your mouth, how could they? You’ve talked to Jason just a couple of hours ago on your phone, he called saying he just wanted to hear your voice. He was fine earlier. He was. He asked how your day was. He listened, hanging off your every word. But now here he was in front of you, a broken shell of a man.

Trying to not startle him you get closer and call out his name again. This time he hears you.

He lifts his head and you can see smudged tear stains all over his face probably from an attempt to erase them. An hiccup escapes him and your heart breaks.

“Oh baby,” you scooch in front of him and take his face in your hands.

“What happened? What’s wrong?”

He can’t speak. The words are jabbed in his throat, threatening to suffocate him. He opens his mouth but nothing other than a strangled sound comes out. You start petting his hair.

“Hey, hey, it’s fine, you don’t have to say anything alright?”

You settle on the floor and try to maneuver his body onto yours, his head on your shoulder. His body adapts to yours, his arms wrap around you and he feels like everything is going to be alright. One of your hands runs up and down his spine in a soothing manner while the other is nestled in his hair.

A couple of minutes pass and you’re still holding him. Jason thinks he likes it. Being held, that is.

After some more time his head lifts from your shoulder and your hands move to his forearms, caressing the skin there. He takes a deep, shuddering breath before speaking.

“I, ehm…” Jason’s gaze lays low and his hands start to play with yours. “I have to tell you something.”

You nod and tell him to take his time. He bites his lip, still looking down.

“I- Fuck, I messed this up. I really did. This was gonna be so much more romantic I swear. I was gonna- I was gonna invite you to that one bookstore we always go to, I was going buy you all the books you set your eyes on and- and I planned a walk through the park- the one- the one you like-” his voice keeps breaking and hiccuping, “-and walk through the flowerbeds and maybe if the day had gone well I would have had the courage to hold your hand.” he wipes a tear off his face with the palm of his hand.

You try to speak but he speaks first.

“I like you. I really really like you. I wanted to do this well, tomorrow, but- I don’t know. I got too much in my own head and I’m-” Jason bites his lip and tears fill his eyes again, “I’m really sorry this is how I confess, you deserve so much better, so much better and I’m a mess and, and-” you grab his face and force him to look at you.

“Jason Peter Todd, you listen to me carefully.” his big teary eyes look at your stern ones, “The only reason I’m not kissing you right now is because you deserve a beautifully romantic first kiss because you like beautifully romantic things. You deserve all the wonderful things this world has to offer.”

Jason thinks his heart has never felt so warm.

“Wha-what?”

His words make you giggle and now he thinks his heart might actually implode.

“I like you.”

“I like you too.”

Now your giggle turned into a proper laugh which made Jason smile.

“Yeah, that was pretty obvious from the earlier declaration of love.” Now he’s giggling too.

“Does that ehm- does that mean you want to be my girlfriend?” You giggle again at the innocence in his voice and Jason thinks he’d die all over again just for a chance to hear you laugh one more time.

“Yes, yes it does. Only if you take me to that date you were talking about though.”

He smiles. “We could go now.”

Your eyes widen. “Now? At 2am?”

He shrugs. “I’m Red Hood. Nothing bad is gonna happen.”

You scoff. “Yeah alright, but I think the bookstore might be closed.”

“Ah. Right. Tomorrow then.”

“Eager?”

His smile only gets bigger. “Duh, I have a girlfriend to take out.”

Thank you for reading!! Constructive criticism/advice is always welcome!

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #dc #i love my men crying and sobbing #he's a babygirl #jason todd loves books #hope you liked this!!#wrote this instead of sleeping #first time writing for jason #red hood x reader

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blueberrybirdsworld · 2 months ago

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Collision 7/20

Summary:

Lando always had a type : blonde, models, not ready to settle down. Yet once he met her, all his world is changed and he slowly start to realises maybe he was wrong all this time.

It's a prequel story of The Cat Distribution System, on how Lando Norris fall in love with Ariana. Could be read seperatly.

Pairing : lando norris x original female character

Genre : SMAU, Fluff, slow burn, enventual smut and angst

Warning : none

CHAPTER 7 : SMAU

Serie Masterlist

@landonorris

New favorite things lately

@maxfewtrell: who are you and what have you done with my mate 😭

@carlossainz55: Books? Flowers? Museums? You’re gonna start painting next mate

@oscarpiastri: i blinked and now you're a literature student

@mclaren: New hobbies unlocked during winter break

@sunshineandoil: since WHEN is he walking around London being all ✨poetic✨

@curlylando: the HAIR. the BOOKS. the VIBES. i’m not surviving this softboy lando era

@bloominglando: “new favorite things” LANDO WHO IS SHEEEE 😭

@user4: Is he secretly dating a literature major or 😭?

@user5: 'New favorite things' WHO is your muse sir 🤨

@thelanverse: lowkey convinced he’s been hanging out with a secret girlfriend who likes museums 🧐

@chaoticgoodlando: not to be dramatic but this is my roman empire now

@user6: i miss the chaotic gremlin content but also i am obsessed with this vibe

@daydreamdriver: can he drop the playlist he’s clearly been listening to, we need answers

@arianariverriaTaking my time lately

@pietra; you look like you walked straight out of a Monet painting 💌✨

@cloudsfortea: the coziest life ever omg

@balletslippersoul: you’re literally living in a cottagecore dream right now

@violetmuse: someone cast her in a period drama immediately

@sleepywhiskers: the kitten sleeping like that?? i’m sobbing???

@littlebloombooks: can we get an apartment tour pls i’m begging 🙏

@filmcameradreams: your days off look like the intro of the most beautiful movie

@sweetbreadsunday: i just know her baguettes taste better because of ✨aesthetic✨ reasons

@pinkribbonsoul: you with a bow in your hair >>> healing content

@f1dailytea Spotted: Lando Norris at the National Gallery in London earlier today… and he wasn’t alone. Fans on-site say he was walking around with a girl — but no clear photos yet.

👀 @arianariverria also posted about the National Gallery just hours earlier... Plus, the internet is noticing their latest posts have suspiciously similar cozy/artsy vibes. And remember: Lando was also seen attending a performance at the Royal Opera House last week, where Ariana just happens to be the lead ballerina... coincidence ? 🕵️‍♀️

@f1lanfan: wait isn't Ariana the ballerina girl?? She posted from the SAME museum?? If they are trying to keep it a secret they are terrible at it, must be PR

@softlander: why does I don't see Lando as the type of guy to pick flower for a girl and take her to a museum date ??

@landofthegrid: NO WAY he’s dating her. she's way too "soft girl aesthetic" for him 😭

@mclarensunshine: why does this smell like PR tho??? like trying to fix the party boy image?

@formula1tea: remember when he was seen at the Opera?? where she dances?? yeah no this isn’t random.

@curlylando: i actually think they’re cute if it’s real 🥲 leave him alone pls

@balletboyfail: he’s not into artsy girls lmao his type is influencers and party girls, y’all are reaching

@daydreamsatrose: if this is PR it’s the weirdest move ever lol imagine paying a ballerina to soft-launch

@racetrackrivalries: im sorry but after years of clubbing pics we’re supposed to believe he’s reading poetry now? bye.

@starrynorris: IF it's true... good for him tbh?? growth era maybe??

@ariandart: imagine the chaos if it's real and they've been hiding it for months 🤡

@gridgossip: since when does Lando even GO to museums lmao this feels so fake.

@queenofdrama: went to look at her Insta — she’s NOT his type at ALL 😭 girl looks like she reads poetry by candlelight.

@pitstopchaos: y’all are delulu if you think he gave up yacht parties for some ballet dancer girl 💀

Texts messages : Pietra and Ariana

Ariana: pietra are you awake

Pietra: hi love yeah what’s going on?

Ariana: have you seen it the gossip pages

Pietra: i did i was just about to text you are you okay?

Ariana: no not really they’re tagging me and the comments are horrible

Pietra: babe you can’t listen to them they don’t know anything

Ariana: but what if they’re right what if i’m not his type at all ?

Pietra: ariana stop you’re exactly the kind of person lando needs

Ariana: but what is his usual type? be honest

Pietra: honestly? he’s dated a few party girls influencer types loud, flashy but that doesn’t mean that’s what makes him happy

Ariana: i’m not like that i’m... quiet, i like museums and books and staying home i’m boring compared to what he’s used to

Pietra: no you’re not you’re real, you listen you see things that most people miss lando’s not with you because he wants the same as before he’s with you because you make him feel different

Ariana: but what if i’m just a distraction, something sweet until he gets bored

Pietra: ariana lando’s not like that not when it’s real and it’s real with you i've never seen him like this, he is glowing

Ariana: but what if i’m just a phase what if he wakes up one day and realizes he wants someone flashier again someone who fits his world better

Pietra: then that’s on him, not you you deserve someone who chooses you every day and honestly? i think he’s already started to

Ariana: i’m scared

Pietra: i know it’s scary to be cared for and even scarier to care back but you’re not alone in this lando isn’t letting you go that easily, i promise

Ariana: thank you i’m sorry for dumping all this on you

Pietra: never apologize for feeling things especially when you’re feeling real things

Texts messages : Pietra and Lando

Pietra: you awake?

Lando: sort of what’s up?

Pietra: we need to talk about ariana

Lando: what happened?? is she okay??

Pietra: she’s freaking out about the gossip and the comments about you

Lando: shit i knew it would get to her fuck what do i do??

Pietra: breathe listen she’s scared people are making her doubt herself, making her feel like she’s not enough for you

Lando: WHAT no no no she’s more than enough she’s everything

Pietra: then you need to show her that not just say it make her feel like it’s real

Lando: i thought i was i’m trying

Pietra: lando you’re doing your best but this is new for her your world is loud and fast and big, she’s terrified she doesn’t fit in it

Lando: but i want her in it i want her in every part of it

Pietra: then you have to let her know

Lando: what if she doesn’t want that what if she gets tired of it of me

Pietra: god you’re so blind sometimes

Lando: excuse me??

Pietra: she likes you, lando so much but she’s just scared she’s cautious because it matters if she didn’t care, she wouldn’t be panicking

Lando: i just i don't want to scare her off i don’t want to mess this up

Pietra: you’re not going to you just have to be patient show her she’s welcome in your world that she belongs there

Lando: i don’t want her to ever doubt it not even for a second

Pietra: then prove it, lando start now

Taglist : @angelluv16, @httpsxnox, @anunstablefangirl, @chocolatemagazinecupcake, @mayax2o07, @freyathehuntress, @verogonewild, @esw1012, @lilyofthevalley-09, @its-me-frankie

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digiflora · 1 year ago

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𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍!

... aka something super self indulgent because i'm going insane right now

༊*·˚ featuring ➻ the hsr men

༊*·˚ gia's notes ➻ this is probably gonna get posted way after exam season is over but here it is!!! my coping mechanism!!! i have 3 exams in 8 days im gonna explode bro. and before that i had a THREE HOUR STATISTICS EXAM 😀😀

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 MAKES SURE THAT YOU SLEEP COMFORTABLY.

you've been running yourself into the ground recently with revision- yes, it's important and you need to study to get good grades, as he is more than aware of due to your multiple stressed rants to him when he suggests that you take a break.

it doesn't bother him, not really. he knows that you're beyond stressed right now and don't mean to be so snappy. he just wants to make sure that you're still taking care of yourself despite everything.

he's in your dorm room, not really making much noise, scrolling through reals with his phone on mute, just present to keep an eye on you and get you to take a break whenever it's been a little too long since you've moved from your desk.

it's some time where it's debatable whether it's very late or very early- both of your sleep schedules are fucked- and there comes a little thunk from your desk that interrupts the otherwise silent room.

your boyfriend glances up, smiling in triumph as he sees that you've finally succumbed to the nap that he's been trying to convince you to take for the past... 36 hours? something like that.

and now that your body has finally given in to exhaustion, he springs to action.

you'd been studying for days, you'd done more than enough for your upcoming exam, and a solid few hours of uninterrupted sleep is exactly what you need right now.

he slips off of your bed, his movements quiet and calculated as he sidles up next to you. your glasses are smushed against your face, and he gingerly removes them as gracefully as he can. you stir a little as he does so, and he grimaces, waiting for you to settle again.

it looked like you would wake up if he carried you to your bed- looks like he'll have to improvise.

he snags the fuzzy blanket folded neatly at the foot of your bed, wrapping it around your sleeping form still sat at your desk as best as he can. he then takes one of your smaller pillows, coaxing it between you and the solid wood of your desk as best as he can before admiring his handiwork.

hopefully, you wouldn't wake up with a stiff neck.

and finally, as a cherry on top, he places a kiss to your squished cheek and sits back down to let you take a well-deserved nap.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ BLADE, gallagher, BOOTHILL ++ your faves!

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 IS YOUR PERSONAL ASSISTANT WHILE YOU'RE STRESSING.

you don't have to lift a single finger when he's around. luckily for you, his exams finished a lot earlier this term than yours did, leaving him ample time to help you as much as he is capable of.

and what an attentive boyfriend he is! amidst all the stress, you can't help but swoon for him all over again because of how attentive he's being towards you. he just wants you to help you study and not worry about anything else!

if you're hungry, he'll have a plate of food ready for you before the request has even left your mouth. your back or neck is aching due to being hunched over? his strong hands are rubbing circles into the muscle, making you sigh contentedly as the stiffness melts away.

he's honestly like an angel in your time of need.

you feel guilty about how one-sided this all is, but he merely smiles, giving you a quick kiss and assuring you that he understands and just wants you to do well. you almost cried because of how sweet he was being.

once these exams are over, you're definitely going to make it up to him.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ GEPARD, jing yuan, sunday ++ your faves!

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 ACTS AS YOUR TEMPORARY STUDY PARTNER.

despite not doing your degree, he's clever, and he knows enough without googling to help you out when you revise.

he's an advocate for the "teach someone about a subject until they understand it as well as you do" and luckily for you, he's all ears... and even if he does get some things a little quicker than your fried brain can explain, he still bites his tongue and plays a little dumb to probe you further with questions to test your understanding.

it'll help in the exam.

you've decided that this is way better than being cramped in a booth in the library- you have the freedom to wave your arms around and pace the room, to fully illustrate your thoughts and knowledge as he flips through the colourful flashcards that you made, reading the answers on the back of each of them, grilling you on the questions like a tiger mum.

he'll be damned if you don't get an A.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ dan heng, DR RATIO, welt ++ your faves!

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 DEFUSES YOU WHENEVER YOU'RE GETTING TOO STRESSED.

in the days leading up to your exams, it was best to describe your stomach as a pit of nerves. it was honestly distracting you from revising, all the pent up anxiety that churned within you until you were on the verge of a meltdown.

and while you may be too stressed to realise all of this and do something about it, your boyfriend's watchful eye realises this.

and so he does what he does best- he makes you feel better.

he pulls your body to rest against his where he lies in your bed, his large hand drawing comforting circles up and down your spine- and after a few minutes he can feel you melt into him, your body finally releasing the pent up stress that it's been holding for too long.

"it's ok to take a break, honey."

you sigh into him, and he hugs you tighter.

"c'mon, let's go outside for a few minutes. it'll help you feel a lot better."

you shake your head.

"you wanna just stay here for a bit?"

he feels you nod against his chest.

"ok, then let's do that."

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ SAMPO, luocha, AVENTURINE ++ your faves!

IF YOU LIKED THIS, TRY ... do you want somebody like i want somebody?

the sweet and caring nature of the hsr men is also shown through them being your roommate <3

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 3 months ago

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here to stay

„I don’t think I could do this without you Darlin’“ he whispered and your arms around him tightened.

„Thankfully you will never have to,“ you smiled softly at him and kissed him again.

or; you are there for Joel after the new years eve party.

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem. reader

Wordcount: 937

Rating: G

Warnings: established relationship, angst, hurt/comfort, more comfort though, Joel just needs a hug

A/N: please somebody hug this man

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Full Masterlist // Joel Miller Masterlist

„You know one day he’s not gonna be here,“ you saw the way Ellie jumped as she walked towards the garage she was living in. You saw her jaw tense, her eyes finding yours as you pulled the blanket tighter around your shoulders as you approached her.

Walking towards her, having been in the back to check on your chickens before bed, like everyday, you stopped in front of her.

„Do you really hate him so much?“ You asked quietly.

„I…“ she began before she shook her head.

„You wouldn’t understand,“ she rolled her eyes.

„Try me,“ you said, crossing your arms and she sighed.

„He lied to me,“ she began, „he lied to me and every time I look at him I just… fuck I just get so angry. Why can’t he just leave me alone?“ she asked.

„Because he loves you,“ you said and she took a deep breath.

„I didn’t ask him to,“ she mumbled and a sad smile came to your lips.

„You have no idea how lucky you are to have someone in your life who loves you like he does. Unconditionally. I just wish you could see it,“ you shook your head, before you turned away from her and walked towards the front porch.

Joel was still sitting on one of the chairs, guitar resting in his lap, a space heater towards his feet.

You had seen the whole argument at the new years party, your heart shattering when you saw his expression as he left the building. The two of you had a nice time up until the argument and you even had talked him into dancing with you. You thought he would walk straight home after but it was you who got there first, using the time to check on everything before he came home.

He had kissed your temple as he finally walked through the door, his forehead resting against yours for a moment before his eyes found the guitar he had picked up from Ellie earlier. He had put on new strings before you left for the party, intending to give it to her after.

You watched him pick it up before he walked back outside, the gentle sounds of him picking the strings filling the quiet night.

You knew he would wait for Ellie until she got home to make sure she was okay. At least physically.

You just wished you could take away his pain, Ellie’s too.

It was heartbreaking to watch them drift further and further apart.

Things hadn’t been like that in the beginning. You and Joel started dating almost three years ago. Joel and Ellie were a package deal, always up to mischief and you missed those days.

A true father daughter duo.

And you loved them like that.

But then it changed. From one day to another. It was Joel who told you why.

What he did.

And how he lied about it.

And while you could understand Ellie’s anger about it, you could understand Joel too. He had lost so much, he told you again and again that he wouldn't have survived to loose her too. Not after Tess, after Sarah.

You held him night and night again when the world got to much and he just had to let it out. You tried to get both and Ellie to talk but it seemed to make things only worse.

And so you stopped.

You stopped trying to fix them and just tried to be there for both of them.

Joel looked up at you when he heard you step onto the porch. He took a deep breath, before he looked away from you.

He had only tried to protect her. Everything he ever did was to protect her.

Slowly you reached for the guitar, carefully leaning it against he wall, before you slowly climbed into his lap, your arms around his shoulders. You wrapped him under your blanket with you and you felt his cold nose run over your cheek as you leaned your head against his shoulder.

„She talking?“ He asked and you slowly shook your head.

„So goddamn stubborn,“ you mumbled and he sighed, his arms coming around you to pull you closer.

„She hates me,“ he whispered.

„She’s a teenager in a post apocalyptic world who never had a parental figure in her life. She’s angry and thinks you took away her choice. I don’t know if she ever actually thought about the alternative. That she would have been dead. Most likely for nothing. But she doesn’t hate you Joel.“

„I couldn’t…“ Joel sobbed quietly and you reached up, brushing your hand over his cheek, wiping the tears away.

„I understand. I understand why you did it. She’ll come around. Hopefully sooner than later. I remember how I was at that age. Too much shit happening in the brain,“ you attempted to joke and he released a long breath. You looked up at him and he slowly leaned in to kiss your lips softly.

„I don’t think I could do this without you Darlin’“ he whispered and your arms around him tightened.

„Thankfully you will never have to,“ you smiled softly at him and kissed him again.

„Can we go to bed? It’s fucking freezing,“ you shivered and that finally got a small smile to his face.

„You’re always freezing,“ he said, rubbing his nose over yours.

„Cause you can’t sleep with the window closed,“ you pouted.

„Maybe I just like you clinging to me,“ he whispered with a hint of a grin.

„You love it,“ you teased and he kissed you again.

„I really do,“ he mumbled.

#my fic #Joel Miller #Joel Miller x fem. reader #Pedro Pascal #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction #tlou #tlou 2 #tlou 2 spoilers #kinda

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kaiyunsim · 4 months ago

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where or when —

pairing : best friend!leehan x m!reader

summary : seeing your instagram stories with an unfamilliar @ sparks something in leehan, and when he comes to you for a trip, you notice a difference in his attitude…

warnings : fluff, angst if you squint, HIGH amounts of jealousy, reader tends to look over the signs, highschool best friends, college au, lowkey best friend zoned, gyuvin from zb1 as the reader’s friend,

a/n : still trying to do requests 😓 sorry if i’m taking a while… anyways enjoy my leehan fic debut ! (this is me being desperate for bnd + zb1 crumbs) sorry anon if this is kinda half-assed :(

queueing… : where or when - laufey, ever seen - beabadoobe, jupiter - the marías

[requested]

— wc : 4.2k — not proof read —

you and leehan still talk. not as much as you used to, but enough that it doesn’t feel like you’ve lost him. there’s a routine now. late-night texts, random memes sent in the middle of the day, and the occasional call when time zones and schedules allow.

it’s different, though. before, you saw him every day. before, it was easy to read his mood, his quirks, the way he’d space out during lunch and suddenly snap back with a weird, offhand comment that made you laugh. now, everything is filtered through a screen, through choppy audio and pixelated video calls where the wifi lags just enough to make his reactions delayed.

but he’s still leehan. still your best friend. even if things feel just a little off.

college is easier to adjust to than you expect. you make friends, settle into your classes, get comfortable in your dorm. and then there’s gyuvin. you don’t even remember how you became close, just that at some point, you started hanging out between classes, grabbing lunch together, and sharing inside jokes. he’s fun, easy to talk to, and he ends up in your stories a lot. mostly because he’s always doing something dumb or funny that’s worth posting. stupid gyuvin

at first, leehan doesn’t say anything. he still sends his usual dry texts in response to your stories, things like “what’s wrong with you” or “why are you like this.” but after a while, something shifts. you don’t notice it right away.

he starts replying less.

normally, he’d at least send a reaction, a thumbs-up emoji, something. now, there are times he doesn’t respond at all. your messages sit on read for hours before he eventually texts back with something short, like “nice” or “cool.”

then, during your calls, he starts acting weird.

“so then he tripped over his own feet and nearly took out an entire table,” you say, laughing as you recall something gyuvin did earlier. “i swear, i thought the waiter was gonna kill him.”

silence.

“…leehan?”

“huh?” his voice finally comes through, like he wasn’t paying attention.

“did you even hear what i said?”

“yeah,” he mutters. “your new friend’s an idiot.”

you pause. “uh, okay? i mean, yeah, but that’s what makes it funny.”

leehan doesn’t laugh. he doesn’t even comment. he just hums, the sound flat and unimpressed.

you brush it off. maybe he’s just tired. he’s always been a little weird about expressing things, so you don’t think much of it.

but then it keeps happening.

you bring up something about your day, something involving gyuvin, and leehan either changes the subject or barely reacts. if he does respond, it’s usually a sarcastic remark, something dry like, “wow, amazing. truly groundbreaking.”

at first, you assume it’s just him being his usual self. he’s always had a bit of a deadpan sense of humor (or laughing like crazy on a good day). but when you’re telling a different story about one of your other friends and he actually engages, asks questions, laughs at the funny parts. you start to wonder.

the final straw is when you catch him online but he doesn’t respond to your message. normally, you wouldn’t care. people get busy. you get busy. but then, out of curiosity, you check his recent activity.

he liked a post.

not just any post, but one of your old ones. something from years ago.

you frown and text him again.

you : you good?

this time, he responds instantly.

ihan : yeah. why?

you : you just liked a post from forever ago, dude. what are you doing, scrolling through my account like a stalker?

ihan : nah, just bored.

you narrow your eyes at your screen.

you : then why didn’t you reply earlier?

there’s a long pause before his next message comes through.

ihan : forgot.

you don’t buy it, but you let it go.

it’s not until later, when you’re lying in bed and staring at the ceiling, that you start piecing things together. the short replies. the sarcastic comments. the lack of enthusiasm whenever you mention gyuvin.

no. no way.

he wouldn’t be… jealous. right?

—

it starts with the @’s.

at first, leehan doesn’t think much of it. people tag their friends in posts all the time. it’s normal. you used to tag him in stupid memes, too. but now, every time he sees gyuvin’s name pop up next to yours, something in his stomach twists.

he tells himself it’s just curiosity when he taps on your profile one night, scrolling through your recent posts. your feed is more active than his, full of blurry photos, half-finished thoughts, and videos that make no sense without context. he’s used to it. but now, scattered between everything else, are pictures of you and gyuvin.

one of you two sitting outside some café, drinks in hand, captioned "dude just tried to argue that water isn't wet" with gyuvin in the comments defending himself.

another one from a late-night study session: "brain empty, no thoughts, just suffering (ft. gyuvin)".

a video where you’re both in a convenience store, gyuvin holding up a ridiculous snack combo while you wheeze in the background. "he’s not real. he’s a simulation glitch."

and the worst part. gyuvin tagging you back.

the more leehan scrolls, the worse it gets. the @’s, the inside jokes, the casual "bro" captions that feel like they should be directed at him instead.

his finger hovers over the like button. he should press it. it’s not weird to like your best friend’s posts. he does it all the time.

but now, he can’t bring himself to do it.

instead, he backs out and scrolls down, past all the recent stuff, past college, back to when it was just you and him. old pictures from high school. random posts that barely made sense, stupid things only the two of you understood.

on impulse, he taps one and likes it.

then another.

and another.

he doesn’t even realize how deep he’s gone until a notification pops up.

you: why are you liking posts from two years ago.

leehan stares at the message for a long moment before responding.

ihan: just bored.

there’s an awkward pause before you reply.

you: that’s what you said last time.

he doesn’t have a good excuse, so he ignores it.

but when his phone buzzes again, it’s a call.

leehan hesitates, then picks up.

“dude,” you say immediately. “are you okay?”

“why wouldn’t i be?”

“because you’re acting weird,” you point out. “you keep liking my old posts. and you’re being— i don’t know. different.”

“i’m literally just existing.”

“existing like a stalker?”

“shut up.”

you laugh, and for a second, it’s normal again. for a second, it’s like before, when everything was simple.

but then you say, “anyway, guess what gyuvin did today,” and the feeling shatters.

leehan clicks his tongue. “again?”

you pause. “what do you mean ‘again’?”

“you always bring him up.”

“well, yeah, because i hang out with him,” you say, like it’s obvious. “he’s my friend.”

something about the way you say it makes leehan’s chest tighten.

“must be nice,” he mutters.

“what?”

“nothing.”

but you heard him, and now you’re suspicious. “do you not like him or something?”

leehan scoffs. “i don’t even know him.”

“exactly, so why are you acting weird?”

“i’m not.”

you go quiet, and for a second, he thinks he’s in the clear. but then you say, “wait. are you jealous?”

his entire body tenses. “what.”

“oh my god, you are.”

“no, i’m not.”

“yes, you are.”

“shut up.”

but now you’re laughing again, like this is the funniest thing in the world. like you’ve just cracked some impossible mystery.

“bro,” you wheeze. “you don’t have to be jealous of gyuvin.”

“i’m not,” he insists, even though it’s obviously a lie.

“he’s just a friend.”

“good for you.”

“you’re my best friend.”

leehan blinks.

you say it so casually, like it’s a fact, like it’s something that’s never changed and never will. and for the first time since you left for college, since everything started feeling different, something in him eases.

“…yeah?” he mutters.

“yeah, idiot.”

he doesn’t respond right away. instead, he stares at his screen, at the call timer ticking up, at your contact name.

“okay,” he finally says.

and this time, when you start rambling about your day again, about gyuvin and everything else, he doesn’t feel quite as bad.

—

it happens out of nowhere.

one second, you’re texting leehan about some random thing, and the next, he just casually drops:

ihan: i’m visiting this weekend.

you stare at your phone. blink. reread the message just to make sure you didn’t imagine it.

you: what?? you: since when??

he doesn’t answer right away, which is suspicious in itself.

ihan: idk just felt like it.

“just felt like it” your ass.

leehan is many things, quiet, weird, constantly making comments that don’t match his expression, but impulsive is not one of them. if he’s coming, it’s because he planned it. and if he planned it, that means he’s had this in mind for a while.

not that you’re complaining.

you: dude why didn’t you tell me earlier i need to make plans ihan: don’t make it a big deal you: im literally gonna make it a big deal you: also when are u getting here ihan: friday night you: WILD

it’s not wild. it’s just a normal visit. but you’re excited anyway.

and, because you’re a good friend, you start planning out the weekend.

you already know leehan. he doesn’t like doing things that require too much social energy, so you pick chill places. a late-night convenience store run, a cool little bookstore café, maybe a walk around campus just to show him where you spend most of your time, and ESPECIALLY the local aquarium you’ve been talking all about to him.

you also decide, at some point, that he should meet gyuvin.

it makes sense. leehan’s your best friend, gyuvin’s the person you hang out with the most at college, it’s only right that they meet at least once. plus, gyuvin’s easygoing. he gets along with pretty much everyone.

so, you text him.

you: bro my best friend’s coming this weekend gyuvin: WOOO INTRODUCE ME you: thats the plan gyuvin: SICK

simple. easy. no problems.

and then the weekend arrives.

friday night, you meet leehan at the station. he looks the same as ever, hoodie, messy hair, that neutral expression that only people who know him well can tell is actually content. when he spots you, he just lifts a hand in a casual wave, like he didn’t just travel all the way here to see you.

“you look the same,” you say as a greeting.

“so do you,” he replies.

“hot?”

he stares at you blankly. “sure.”

you laugh, throwing an arm around him as you lead him toward your dorm. he doesn’t shake you off.

it’s good. being with him again. different from texting, from calls. it’s comfortable, familiar, like nothing’s changed even though everything technically has.

he settles into your dorm easily, dropping his bag by the bed and immediately taking your desk chair. you let him because you’re nice.

“so,” you say, sitting on your bed. “i have plans.”

he raises a brow. “for what?”

“us.”

he stares. “why.”

“because you’re visiting, dumbass,” you snort. “we’re not just gonna sit in my dorm all weekend.”

leehan shrugs, like he wouldn’t actually mind that. classic.

“anyway,” you continue, “we’re meeting gyuvin tomorrow.”

something shifts in his face. subtle. but you catch it.

“…okay,” he says.

you squint at him. “you sure?”

“why wouldn’t i be?”

“no reason.”

he doesn’t ask any questions. doesn’t say anything else. just spins lazily in your chair while you move on to another topic.

and that should’ve been your first clue.

—

the next day, you meet up with gyuvin at a café near campus.

you introduce them, grinning. “gyuvin, this is leehan. leehan, gyuvin.”

gyuvin, naturally, is all smiles. “dude, finally! i feel like i know you already with how much he talks about you.”

leehan glances at you. “does he.”

you blink. “…yeah?”

“cute,” gyuvin says, nudging you. “your bestie’s here and suddenly you forget how to function.”

“shut up,” you laugh.

you don’t notice the way leehan’s jaw tightens slightly.

the three of you sit down, and that’s when things start getting weird.

leehan’s… off.

he’s never been the most talkative, sure, but right now, he’s especially quiet. he barely speaks, only responding when necessary, and even then, it’s short.

on top of that, he’s weirdly stiff. like, physically. usually, he slouches or leans into you in that casual way that means he’s comfortable. but right now? he’s sitting way too straight, arms crossed like he’s closed off.

and the worst part? he keeps hovering.

like, subtly sticking close to you. if you shift, he shifts. if you lean forward, he leans forward. at one point, you adjust in your seat, and when your knee accidentally bumps his, he doesn’t move away.

which is weird. because normally, he would.

gyuvin, of course, notices.

he doesn’t say anything outright, but you can tell from the way he keeps glancing at leehan with an amused look, like he’s holding back a comment.

meanwhile, you’re just sitting there, completely clueless.

the conversation moves along, mostly between you and gyuvin, since leehan isn’t adding much. eventually, gyuvin brings up something funny that happened in class, and you start laughing. like, genuinely laughing. the kind that makes you lean into the person next to you without thinking.

and that person just so happens to be leehan.

you don’t realize what you’re doing until you feel him go rigid.

like, absolutely frozen.

you blink, looking at him. “uh. you good?”

“fine,” he mutters.

but his expression is unreadable, and his ears are slightly red.

before you can question it, gyuvin smirks. “yo, leehan.”

leehan finally looks at him, raising a brow.

“not much of a talker, huh?”

“…no.”

“respect,” gyuvin nods. “but also, i feel like you secretly have a lot of thoughts right now.”

“do i.”

gyuvin leans forward, grinning. “yeah. like, i dunno, maybe about me?”

there’s a beat of silence.

you’re about to tell gyuvin to stop being weird when leehan, completely deadpan, just says, “who knows.”

you choke on your drink.

gyuvin bursts out laughing. “yo. that’s crazy. insane even.”

leehan just sips his coffee like nothing happened.

you stare at him. then at gyuvin, who looks way too entertained by all of this. then back at leehan.

“…am i missing something?”

gyuvin wipes a fake tear. “nah, man. everything’s good.”

“you guys are weird,” you mutter.

but even as the conversation continues, even as things settle, you can’t shake the feeling that something’s up.

and, if gyuvin’s knowing smirk is anything to go by, he knows exactly what it is.

—

it’s not like you meant to ditch leehan.

it just kind of… happened.

you have a big exam coming up, and gyuvin’s in the same class, so you planned a study session in advance. it’s not like you can just not study. even if leehan is visiting, your grades still matter.

so, when saturday morning rolls around, you hesitate before telling him.

“hey, i gotta study with gyuvin for a bit today,” you say. “big test next week.”

leehan looks up from his phone. “okay.”

you wait for something else, maybe a when will you be back or an i’ll come with you, but he just nods and goes back to scrolling.

you frown. “…you sure?”

“yeah.”

he doesn’t look mad. doesn’t look anything, really. just neutral, as always.

so you assume it’s fine.

and then you leave.

abd the study session goes longer than expected.

it’s not your fault that gyuvin’s just distracting. he keeps making jokes, finding random excuses to stop working, and pulling you into stupid conversations that have nothing to do with the exam.

but, somehow, you actually manage to get stuff done.

by the time you check your phone, it’s already past sunset. you decide to pack up and grab your things while gyuvin fills up his water bottle.

you: bro i lost track of time you: i should go gyuvin: u should but also should u you: what gyuvin: idk it just feels like someone might be mad you: …what are you talking about gyuvin: nothing lol

you squint at your screen, confused.

but you brush it off and start heading back to your dorm.

—

when you get there, leehan is sitting on your bed, hoodie up, scrolling on his phone.

he doesn’t look up when you walk in.

“yo,” you say, dropping your bag. “you eat yet?”

“yeah.”

short. simple. cold.

…weird.

you glance at him. “what’d you get?”

“food.”

okay. even weirder.

you raise a brow. “alright, what’s up with you?”

“nothing.”

“you’re being weird.”

“i’m always weird.”

“…you’re being extra weird.”

no response.

you step closer, tilting your head. “seriously, what’s wrong?”

he exhales, still not looking at you.

then, after a pause, he mutters, “someone seems to be having fun with their new best friend.”

…huh?

you blink. “what?”

he shrugs.

shrugs. like he didn’t just say that.

you stare at him, processing. then, slowly…

he’s jealous. again

“wait,” you say, a grin forming. “are you—”

“no.”

“you don’t even know what i was gonna say.”

“don’t need to.”

you squint. “you’re jealous.”

“no.”

“you so are.”

he finally looks up, well, almost. he still doesn’t meet your eyes, gaze fixed somewhere near your shoulder. but his hoodie strings are wrapped around his fingers, and his ears, his ears, are turning red.

which means one thing.

you got him.

you grin wider. “dude. you are jealous.”

“i’m not.”

“you totally are.”

“no.”

“yes.”

he tugs at his hoodie strings, cheeks slightly puffed. “i don’t care.”

“you so care.”

he presses his lips together, glaring at his phone like it personally offended him.

you sit on the bed next to him, nudging his knee. “c’mon, just admit it.”

silence.

then, after a moment—

“…you were gone all day.”

your smile falters slightly.

because now he really sounds upset.

you sigh. “i told you i had to study.”

“you still left.”

“dude.” you nudge him again. “you could’ve come.”

he finally meets your eyes. “and third-wheel?”

“…wow. so you are jealous.”

he groans, pulling his hoodie strings tighter. “shut up.”

you laugh. “nah, this is funny.”

“it’s not.”

“it is.”

he exhales sharply, slumping a little.

you poke his arm. “leehan.”

he doesn’t answer.

“leehan.”

nothing.

“leehan.”

he finally looks at you, deadpan. “what.”

you grin. “you’re my best friend, dumbass.”

his fingers loosen around his hoodie strings.

“…whatever,” he mumbles.

but his ears are still red.

—

the next night is nice in your dorm room, the kind of night where the world outside feels far away, muffled by the thick walls and the faint hum of your laptop. you’re sitting on your bed, the soft glow of your desk lamp illuminating the space, while leehan lounges in the chair next to your desk, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone.

the room is cozy, just enough space for the two of you to settle into your own little world. it’s been a long day of classes, but it’s nice to have time to just... chill.

you glance over at him, noticing how he seems a little more distant than usual (well this IS the new usual since he’s been nothong but jealous this trip). his usual carefree attitude is hidden behind that familiar quiet, and it doesn’t take long for you to realize that something’s been off ever since this afternoon.

you hadn’t brought gyuvin up after the weird moment earlier, the tension between the two is too thick. but now that you’re alone with him, it feels like the right time to talk.

“hey,” you start, casually flipping through your notebook as you lean back against your pillows. “everything okay?”

he looks up from his phone, his eyes meeting yours for a brief moment before he looks away, a hint of something unreadable flashing across his face.

“yeah, just... tired,” he mutters, his voice low. he doesn’t say anything more, clearly not wanting to elaborate, but you’re not fooled. you’ve known leehan long enough to know when something’s bothering him.

you don’t push it right away, though. instead, you let the silence stretch for a few more moments, letting him process whatever he’s feeling. but when you catch him staring at his phone again, his thumb hovering over the screen as if he’s unsure whether to send something, you can’t help but ask.

“what’s that?”

leehan freezes for just a second before he shoves his phone into his pocket.

“nothing,” he says quickly, looking at you with a forced smile. “just... uh, texting gyuvin. nothing important.”

you raise an eyebrow at him, a teasing smile tugging at your lips. “texting gyuvin, huh? since when are you two texting each other so much?”

his face flushes just slightly, and you can’t help but notice the way he shifts uncomfortably in the chair.

“we’re just... trying to be friends,” he says, clearly making an effort to sound casual, but his tone gives away more than he means to. you catch a glimpse of the jealousy that lingers just beneath the surface.

you tilt your head, trying to make sense of it all. you’ve never seen leehan act like this before. not with anyone else, at least. you know he’s been distant, but this... this is different. there’s something more to it, something he’s not saying.

he has to be lying. but about what?

before you can ask any more questions, his phone buzzes in his pocket. he pulls it out quickly, his eyes scanning the screen as he reads the message.

you lean forward slightly, curious to see who it is. he doesn’t seem to notice, or maybe he just doesn’t care anymore, because he leaves the screen facing you for a moment before he types something back.

you read the name on the message: gyuvin

he’s telling the truth

you can’t help but smile a little, knowing exactly what this is. leehan’s been acting all weird because he’s jealous of gyuvin. it’s funny, in a way, how obvious it is.

but then something strange happens. leehan, in his hurry to send the message, accidentally taps on the wrong thread and sends the text to you instead of gyuvin.

you glance down at the screen, your eyes widening slightly as you read the message.

“hey, just letting you know, no one could ever replace y/n. i know i’m being weird, but i just... i don’t like sharing them with anyone else. i know it sounds stupid, but i don’t want anyone getting too close.”

you blink, processing what you’ve just read. you look up at leehan, who’s staring at his phone, completely oblivious to the fact that he’s just sent you that message.

your heart skips a beat.

“leehan,” you say softly, and his head snaps up at the sound of your voice.

“what?” he asks, his tone still casual, though you can tell he’s trying to hide his nerves.

“you sent me something,” you say, holding your phone up so he can see the screen. “and i think you meant to send it to gyuvin.”

his face goes pale for a second before he stammers, trying to backtrack. “oh... uh, no, it’s fine. i didn’t mean—i mean, it doesn’t matter.”

but you can tell it matters. the way his hands tighten around his phone, the way his eyes won’t meet yours. it’s clear he didn’t mean to be so... honest.

you smile softly, not wanting to make him feel too embarrassed, but also feeling a warmth spread in your chest. this is the leehan you know—the one who hides his feelings behind sarcasm and awkwardness.

“leehan,” you say gently, setting your phone down on the bed beside you. “it’s okay. i get it.”

he fidgets in his seat, not knowing what to say next. “i... i just don’t want to lose you, okay? i know i’m being dumb. it’s just... i don’t like sharing you with anyone.”

you pause for a moment, letting his words sink in. it’s not just about gyuvin; it’s about you and him, and the friendship that’s been there for so long. he’s scared of losing you, and that fear has been eating at him.

you lean forward, giving him a reassuring look. “leehan, you don’t have to worry about that. no one could ever replace you. you’re... you’re my best friend. no one else is going to take that away.”

he looks at you, his expression softening as the tension in his shoulders melts away. “yeah?”

you nod, smiling. “yeah.”

there’s a long pause, but it’s comfortable, and after a moment, leehan reaches over, grabbing his phone again. this time, he’s not texting gyuvin. instead, he opens the camera app and snaps a quick picture of the two of you sitting in the room, your faces caught in a moment of quiet understanding.

he pauses for a second, then types something out before posting it. you can’t help but peek over his shoulder.

it’s a simple caption: still the favorite, obviously

you laugh, shaking your head. “you’re such an oddball.”

leehan shrugs, a small grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “only for you,” he says, and this time, there’s no hiding the warmth in his voice.

you’re still smiling when he stands up to leave, but before he heads out the door, he stops and turns around.

“you’re not going anywhere, right?” he asks, his voice quieter now, almost as if he’s afraid of the answer.

you shake your head, standing up to walk him to the door. “no, leehan. i’m not going anywhere.”

he gives you a small smile, and with that, he leaves, the door clicking softly behind him.

you sit back down on your bed, feeling a sense of contentment settle over you. everything’s okay again. you’ve got your best friend back. no one’s going anywhere. and somehow, that’s all that matters.

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just one day / yoon jeonghan

⇢ Jeonghan x fem!Reader

⇢ word count: 4.5k

⇢ fluff // angst // nonidol!au // brother's best friend // fake dating!au // they're idiots lmao // not edited nor proofread so pls bear w me lol // cursing and. two? kissing scenes.

⇢ A/N: this has been sitting unfinished in my google drive since... either last year or the beginning of this year lmao. i have always wanted to write brother's best friend and i had this sudden urge to finish it earlier so i did. been some time since i posted a proper fic so, enjoy~

He must be dreaming.

He must be.

“What?” Jeonghan says just for the sake of saying it.

“I like you.”

“No, you don’t.”

You blink at his firm voice, wondering what kind of situation this is. Sure, you shouldn’t be confessing to your brother’s best friend, but you feel like you’ve been obvious enough and you don’t see why you shouldn’t confess when it’s been eating you inside out.

And, yeah, you didn’t expect him to do anything about your confession (or even say that he likes you back), but you didn’t expect this either.

“What do you mean I don’t?” you frown, looking at him accusingly. “I like you.”

“You don’t, kid.” He sighs, already feeling a headache coming. He’s not stupid, alright, he has enough sense to gather that his best friend’s little sister probably has something on him–a crush, perhaps, but he’s never thought it was real enough for you to feel the need to confess.

It doesn’t help that he is attracted to you, has always been since you’ve gone back from Sydney after finishing university a year ago. He admits he’s always thought you’re attractive, and if he’s being honest, he would’ve asked you out first if not for the fact that you’re literally Joshua Hong’s little sister.

As if it’s not enough that not dating his best friend’s little sister has always been a code he follows, Shua has always been a little too protective as a brother. He’s seen firsthand how the guy scared off some who had the guts to flirt with you, seen how for two decades only two guys had ever been declared good enough to date you (he couldn’t do anything about the flings you had when you were abroad, but at least you’ve always been appreciative of his protectiveness and you never missed to inform him of some guys who were actually trying to get it on with you).

Long story short, Jeonghan does not wish to be on the receiving end of Shua’s scrutinizing eyes regardless of how much he’s actually into you.

“Look, you know me,” he starts when he realizes you’re not backing down. He looks away, pretending to be frustrated, though it’s really just because he thinks he’ll relent if he looks into your eyes a second longer. “I’m not gonna make a good boyfriend and I’m literally your brother’s best friend.”

You don’t seem to care about the first part of his sentence, irked by the fact that him being best friend with Shua would be an obstacle in your way. Shouldn’t it be easier for him to get a seal of approval if he’s already close with your brother? But, then again, Shua probably knows Jeonghan inside out and knowing too much is never a good thing.

“So what?” you say anyway, because if there’s any word that would describe you perfectly, it’s ‘stubborn’. “Why does it matter that you’re his best friend?”

Jeonghan sends you a look, and you pout because you actually get what he means. You know Shua, after all, and as much as you want to condition yourself to believe that Jeonghan would be the person Shua approves of with all his heart, you also know that even if your brother actually approves, he would put him through hell just for the fun of it.

Anyway, this doesn’t tell you at all where Jeonghan actually stands about you.

“So, you don’t like me?” you shoot straight to it, as if Jeonghan wouldn’t be able to hear your heart beating like there’s no tomorrow if he takes even one step closer–as if your ears aren’t hot from saying it out loud. Jeonghan does not need to know how flustered you actually are.

And it works, because he seems to be taken aback by your boldness and you try your best to hide a victory grin at that. You should probably be more grateful that he can’t stand to look at you for more than three seconds; if he had, he would’ve seen the tip of your ears turning red and the speck of blush on your face, which means he could’ve easily taken control of the situation and turned it against you.

His silence encourages you, because if he really doesn’t like you then he would tell you so. As much as Jeonghan is a master of tricks and he’s great at acting, he’s never been good at hiding his feelings.

Jeonghan bites his lip, trying to get a way out of this. Why can’t he just say no and be done with it? Sure, he’s not in love with you or anything (yet?), but it’s a straight out lie to say he’s never seen you that way.

After all, there’s a reason why he’s been avoiding you the past few months.

You just have to be more daring these days, and as much as he wills himself to behave, there are times when he’s already flirting with you before he knows it. He’s just lucky Shua has never caught you two.

Plus, you’ve taken a liking to wearing a crop top and it’s the absolute death of him.

“Tell you what,” you say before he does. “Date me.”

Jeonghan chokes on nothing, violently coughs that his shoulders are shaking and you actually need to pat his back so he’ll calm down.

“Are you okay?” You ask worriedly, and he’s terribly conscious of your hand on his shoulder and the other on his arm, of the way your brows furrow in concern, of the way your lips are a little ajar and if he moves forward just a little–

“Yeah.” He shakes his head despite the word, then clears his throat and squares his shoulders before he looks the other way around. He doesn’t step away though, and it’s so fucking stupid that he frowns when you do. “Sorry. You were saying?”

“Date me.” You repeat anyway, though you know this is Jeonghan’s way of giving you an out in case you want to pretend like you didn’t just say that earlier. He opens his mouth, and you can hear what he’s going to say even if he hasn’t said anything so you cut him yet again. “Just for one day.”

“Kid–”

“Stop,” you say firmly, something akin to determination flashes through your eyes that he’s actually taken aback. “Stop calling me that.”

He sighs out your name, but you’re not hearing it because if you back down now you know you won’t have it in you to say this out loud again. You’re fueled by nothing but impulse and you’re not going to let Yoon Jeonghan himself slow you down.

“Han, I see the way you look at me–you’ve gone past seeing me as a kid since I came back from Sydney and it’s been a year since then. I’m not stupid.”

It’s hard to describe the way he looks at you, and he’s not blaming you because he is confused. The mixed feelings bursting in his chest is much too complicated for him to explain. Let alone through words, even his consciousness does not know how to register what he’s feeling.

Your face falls at his silence, and whatever courage that drives you up to this point is starting to ebb little by little. You’re so goddamn stupid–did you really think confessing to him would lift the weight off your shoulders? What made you think Jeonghan would be able to treat you as usual after you confessed?

Didn’t you confess only because it’s heaving you down? Because you thought you’d regret it if you stayed silent?

Then what is this weight on your chest?

What is this disappointment looming all over your body?

Why the fuck are your eyes pricking with tears?

Still, you stand your ground and square yourself up in front of him. You’ve gone this far. If you’re going to be embarrassing, might as well do it for a reason.

“Okay,” he breaks his silence, his tone defeated for whatever reason. It’s not discouraging though, more like unsure and maybe a little hopeful, and when you look up, he’s biting his lip in contemplation. “Just one day, right?”

“But you have to actually treat me like I’m your girlfriend.” You push, heart beating both in excitement and fear. Because what if he backs out of nowhere? He’s not that kind of person, but this situation is nothing sort of normal and his consciousness just might get to him if you don’t push him already.

Jeonghan bites his lip, looking at you like you’re a bad idea that he’s caving into. And he’s starting to think that it’s true. But if he’s being honest, he’s not against this at all. He also wants to know how it’d feel like to hold your hands and just listen to you talk without thinking about Shua and whatever that will follow if he ever finds out.

Frankly, one day wouldn’t be enough, but that’s better than nothing, right? And he would never have the guts to propose it himself, he admits, so this is a chance that he knows he wouldn’t get his hands on ever again.

He sighs, praying to every god up there that this won’t backfire on him.

“Okay,” he whispers, more to himself than to you, and then repeats it once again, this time firmer, looking at you straight in the eyes. “Shua’s going on a business trip next week, right?”

You nod.

“I’ll see you next Saturday?”

You bite down your lip so hard that you taste blood to stop yourself from smiling like an idiot.

Tuesday, 26 July

[14:32] Yoon Jeonghan😠: beach or amusement park

[14:50] ?????

[14:50] its not a surprise?

[14:54] Yoon Jeonghan😠: just pick one, kid

[14:55] 🙄 beach ig

Thursday, 28 July

[01:11] Yoon Jeonghan😠: festival or night market

[01:12] ?????? sir?? go to sleep??

[01:12] didnt you choose a place alrd???

[01:12] but night market

[01:13] Yoon Jeonghan😠: you go to sleep

Yoon Jeonghan😠 is typing…

…

Yoon Jeonghan😠 is typing…

[01:17] Yoon Jeonghan😠: good night, kid

[01:18] nightttttt

Friday, 29 July

[22:20] Yoon Jeonghan😠: wear something light tomorrow, but bring a jacket just in case it gets cold at night

Saturday, 30 July

[00:03] k, boyfriend 😌

[00:03] sorry, i was on the phone with chaeyoung earlier

[00:07] Yoon Jeonghan😠: i really cant with you

[00:07] Yoon Jeonghan😠: and chaeyoung as in vernon’s cousin? your friend from high school?

[00:07] Yoon Jeonghan😠: you still talk to her?

[00:08] yes!! surprised that u rmb her :0

[00:08] and i actually just met her by accident earlier today and we decided to catch up thru the phone bc i had to go somewhere

[00:09] apparently, she’s dating choi seungcheol or smth 👀

Incoming call from Yoon Jeonghan😠 - 00:11

Call ended - 02:27

[02:27] Yoon Jeonghan😠: you fell asleep. night, babe 🤪 see you

You bite your lip in giddiness as you keep on rereading Jeonghan’s text, like you’re not giddy enough already at the prospect of today.

You fell asleep last night while on the phone with Jeonghan, but whatever curse you were about to dump into yourself for falling asleep during what might be your only chance to be on the phone with Jeonghan during ungodly hours was immediately wiped out when you saw his text.

Yes, you’d flirt with each other from time to time–but never through texts, and the prospect of having a message from him that you can read over and over again some time in the future is both delightful and… sad.

The sudden tug on your heart and consciousness is a little heavy, a reminder that he’s doing that because you asked him to. That whatever’s happening in the span of today is an illusion, one that Jeonghan agrees on creating.

Why, you don’t want to dwell on it too much.

That should be your motto for the day: fuck it.

So what if it was an illusion? Jeonghan agreed and you’re going to make the best out of it. If you’re never going to be Jeonghan’s girlfriend, might as well be shameless and live your teenage (and adult, if you’re being honest) dream and be his girlfriend for the day now so you can stamp it in your memory. You only have today and you’re not going to spend any second thinking about the technicality of it.

As far as you know, Jeonghan is your boyfriend and he’s taking you out for the day.

You jump when your phone pings, the notification on your lockscreen rids you of whatever negativity that was in your mind literally seconds ago as you grin and make your way out of your apartment.

[09:17] Yoon Jeonghan😠: am in the lobby. get ur pretty self here, angel.

For all you know, the world is plenty unfair. But seeing Jeonghan looking like that with a simple white tee and a faded pair of jeans reminds you just how unfair the world actually is. Like it’s not unfair enough already because he’s not your actual boyfriend.

“Come on, let me take a picture of you,” he says as he softly takes your hand, pulling you up from the mat. “The wind isn’t too strong and you’re looking particularly pretty today.”

You scrunch your nose as you mock annoyance, a failed attempt to mask your blush. Hopefully, Jeonghan would think you’re simply flushed because of the sun and not because of him.

“I don’t like taking pictures.”

“How dare you lie to me.” Jeonghan says without missing a beat. “I know you make Shua take a ton shit pictures of you when you’re out somewhere.”

You pout at this, and as much as you know Jeonghan doesn’t mean anything by it, the mention of your brother isn’t exactly welcome today because his name just reminds you that this isn’t real and he’s a big part of the reason why.

“Can you not talk about my brother?” You say softly, which Jeonghan easily catches even if he’s not sure you mean for him to hear or not. The sadness in your voice is genuine though, and he makes a mental note to stop mentioning Joshua for the rest of the day. He’s starting to question once again if this is the right thing to do even for a day–after all, Joshua is his best friend, and this particular conversation is the exact reason why he’s not supposed to do this.

But he’s promised you he’ll treat you like his girlfriend–perhaps another personal agenda of his because he does want to experience being able to be your boyfriend even for a day. He should’ve thought more before okay-ing your proposal instead of thinking about it right now when you’re in front of him, in a simple white shirt and a black skirt that stops just below the middle of your thigh but somehow still the prettiest he’s ever seen.

He wonders if this is how you usually dress up for your dates, and something bitter makes it to the tip of his tongue as he thinks about someone else taking you on a date.

“Sorry. Come on, let’s take a picture together.” His fingers wrap around your wrist to pull you closer before eventually linking them with yours. “You’re very pretty today, have I told you?”

“You have.” You scrunch your nose and pretend to roll your eyes at the sudden sweetness he basks you in even though you’re liking every second of it. “Literally one minute ago.”

“Well, you really do look very beautiful and I want you to know.” He lowers his voice an octave and stares right into your eyes before he eventually bursts out laughing.

“Stop!” You giggle, knowing that he’s doing this on purpose to annoy you. “That’s too fucking cheesy and you know it.”

He laughs along with you, then tightens his fingers in yours like they’re not interlocked already.

“I mean it though.” He whispers one last time, not looking at you this time around because his heart might fucking burst to say it to your face without the faux of messing with you. “You do look beautiful.”

At least you share the sentiment, as you quietly duck your head to hide your smile, whispering a thanks that’s only meant for the two of you.

Jeonghan keeps his end of the bargain, you’re happy to know, as you don’t even think about your brother and the pretense that is your relationship for the rest of the day. You freely flirt with each other, cheeky smile and winks being thrown here and there. His hands never seem to leave you, and you gladly cling on to him even if you don’t need to.

You get ice cream, insist that you want the plain strawberry one only to eventually switch with Jeonghan’s cookies and creams because his looks better. He plays hard to get before giving in to you, but not before swiping ice cream from the side of your lips and licks his thumb like that shit isn’t going to give you a heart attack.

It’s around seven when you both get to the night market not too far from the beach, and you’re both even gigglier than earlier which you didn’t think was possible. Your cheeks hurt from smiling, but you’re the furthest thing from complaining as you continue at whatever dumb jokes Jeonghan throws your way.

The night market isn’t as crowded as you think it would be, but it still is crowded and Jeonghan makes a show of throwing his arm around your shoulder because he ‘doesn’t want to lose you’ and you seem a little cold (which you kinda are).

You elbow him at this, shake your head and pretend like you’re not internally dying from the closeness between the two of you.

“That’s so lame.” You snicker. “Just say you want me close and go.”

“I do want you close.” He whispers unexpectedly, catching you entirely off guard that you trip on your own foot you almost fall on your face. He doesn’t seem to realize you tripped because you’re flustered, which works good for you, and he flicks your forehead as he scolds you to be more careful and goes back to holding your hand.

“Seriously. How are you still so clumsy?”

You don’t like being reprimanded by Jeonghan, because it awfully reminds you that you’re younger than him–that you’re his best friend’s little sister. And as much as you know Jeonghan definitely does not see you as a sister, the implication that he has to see you as one because of the association is very disheartening.

“Why are you frowning?” He copies the gesture, and you shake your head, telling him it’s nothing. The night is ending, and you don’t want to waste more time thinking about stuff that you can think of tomorrow when you’re not in a time limited relationship with Yoon Jeonghan. “No, tell me–”

“Jeonghan?”

The both of you turn at the call of his name, and your frown deepens as you see Jisoo in front of you, Jeonghan’s ex that he amicably broke up with. The one ex that has always made you feel like shit because she’s everything you’re not and they were such a picture perfect couple that you’re sure they’d go back together someday.

It does not feel good to see her today of all days.

“Oh, hi!” She kindly greets you, her smile way too genuine for you to think she’s just being polite and secretly hates you inside. Gosh. You need to stop watching too many TV dramas. “Joshua’s sister… right?”

There it is again. The reminder that you’re his sister–something you really don’t need to hear today.

“Hi.” You smile awkwardly, and only then remember your hand is still pretty much joined with Jeonghan’s. You don't know how to feel about the fact that his reflex is not to let go of your hand in front of his ex who obviously knows your brother. You try to let go of his hand, but Jeonghan holds on tighter, as if telling you it’s okay and there’s no need to worry about Jisoo.

They share a small chat for a bit before eventually parting, and Jisoo wishes you both a good night, which makes you hate yourself so much for being jealous of the girl when she doesn’t even have an ounce of bad energy towards you.

You try to enjoy the rest of the night, but Jisoo’s appearance just reminds you that this whole thing is pretty much fake. That someone out there is going to be in your place for real–able to hold his hand and just be with him all the time without having to wait for your brother to go on a business trip to even hang out with each other. Without some stupid request and guilt eating them inside out because they’re not supposed to do this.

Trying to be subtle, you put on an act of wanting to visit every stall in the festival and pretend to be tired after about thirty minutes or so. You’re surprised Jeonghan isn’t already tired to begin with, this guy has the battery of a five-years-old phone, you didn’t expect him to actually bring you around until night if you’re being completely honest.

Jeonghan complies when you tell him you’re ready to go home, and you don’t even realize he’s also being weirdly quiet because you’re too deep in your thoughts. And it’s once his car is parked on the parking lot of your apartment building that you finally open your mouth trying to say something–anything.

You want to thank him for today. To thank him for making a memory that you’ll dearly hold on to, for giving you a standard of what a boyfriend is supposed to be even for a day. For fulfilling your dumb request when he doesn’t even have to.

But what comes out of your mouth is something entirely different and you almost want to bash your head against the door of his car right after.

“Whoever’s going to be your girlfriend is very lucky.”

You can hear Jeonghan takes a sharp breath, and you bite your lip to stop yourself from crying because you’re just so fucking stupid like that.

You try to remind yourself that you asked for this. That Jeonghan is doing you a favour and owes you nothing. That you should be thankful you’ve even gotten the chance to play girlfriend with him when he could’ve just embarrassed you and walked away after your proposal.

The deafening silence inside the car is very loud, and you feel like you’re suffocated by things unseen that you just want to get out of the car and take a very deep breath. So you do just that: reach for the door of his car because you can’t take being so close to him anymore.

It’s your fault. You shouldn’t have asked for this. Shouldn’t have asked for a taste of heaven because surely you would want more and you’ll die of thirst right after. Now you’re just going to be awkward with him until god knows when and you’re regretting it already. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You should’ve been satisfied with your close friendship with him, with loving him from afar. Now you’ve ruined things between you and him and who knows when things will get back to normal? He’ll fucking think of you as pathetic and it’s just going to be pity in his eyes everytime he looks at you now.

“Hey!” Jeonghan jumps in alert the moment you step out of his car, quickly follows through and catches you before you take another step away from him. “What–why are you in such a hurry?”

You look down to your shoes, because you can’t stomach looking at him right now just in case you’ll see what you fear will be reflected in his eyes.

“Hey… Look at me?” He tries once again, tone getting a little helpless. But you shake your head, because you’re sure you’ll start crying if you do and you want to preserve the little dignity you still have in front of him. But Jeonghan doesn’t stop there, he whispers a ‘please?’ and lifts your chin gently so you’ll look at him, his heart breaking when he sees how close you are to tears and his throat closing at how he’s the reason behind all this.

“Thank you.” You brave yourself. It’s the least you can do, because as much as you’re going to grovel for the next few months, you know that this particular memory with Jeonghan will always be dear to your heart and you’ll treasure it forever. “I’m sorry for taking your time and–”

“Ah, fuck it.” You hear him say before he dives into your lips, not minding the way you’re frozen in place out of shock. He hums against your lips, and it’s then that you finally kiss him back, your hands settle over his shoulders and your whole body relaxed under his touch.

When the both of you pull away, you’re a little out of breath and your thoughts all over the place. But there’s a small smile in Jeonghan’s face that gets you mirroring the gesture. He closes his eyes as he places his forehead on yours, and you follow suit, feeling the warmth of his breath on your face.

“It’s… okay for me to do that, right?” He asks, albeit a little too late. You still don’t know what the whole things mean, but you find yourself chuckling, because you honestly would let him do anything to you. But he doesn’t need to know the kind of power he has over you, so you simply nod and let him have his peace.

“Han?” You say after a while. “What does this mean for us?”

Jeonghan stares into your eyes, deep in his own thoughts as if he’s trying to rearrange his words so they don’t stumble out of his mouth like a trainwreck.

“Let’s see where this takes us?”

“But Shua…?”

He presses his lips together and wraps his arms around you, pushing you into his neck as he breathes in your scent.

“Whatever happens, happens.” He decides, already resigning that he can’t possibly let you go now that he knows how it feels like to have you like this. He’ll make your brother understand somehow, but right now, he wants to be with you and savors the little time he has with you before your brother comes back, not even minding the way his phone has been vibrating in his pocket.

[Joshua sent a picture.]

Joshua: heard from Jisoo you’re on a date w my sister??????????????????

Joshua: did you finally get out of your ass and stop being in denial lmaoooooooooooooo

Joshua: just pls be safe

Joshua: she’s still my sister

Joshua: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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lu-is-not-ok · 8 months ago

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two in one theory... i am listening very intently if you ever feel up to share it!!

Alright, so this is gonna be... as close to an Abridged explanation of the theory as I can make, because if I went off on everything about it I would end up writing a whole dissertation or five hour video essay script on this shit.

There are gonna be three main sections to this post - Hong Lu's Daiyuisms, Hong Lu's Themes of Identity and how that connects to the concept of Two in One, and the Daiyu-Baoyu theory itself.

Strap in folks.

Hong Lu's Daiyuisms

If you know anything about my theories in the earlier days of Limbus, you might know that I'm one of the very few people who was convinced Hong Lu is actually Daiyu, due to some evidence I found personally compelling. This has not changed, as we've only gotten just as much extra evidence to this as we have to him being Baoyu. So let me just speedrun through some of these points.

The Fucking Jade Eye

Ok hear me out. This is maybe the least important piece of evidence but I can never stop thinking about it. Hong Lu's jade eye? Not actually fully blue! If you look closely on most of his sprites, you can see that he actually has sectoral heterochromia, meaning his jade eye is both blue and black.

Daiyu's name, quite literally, translates to blue-black jade.

Now, you could claim that this is merely meant to be an easter egg reference to her, but... is that really Project Moon's style? After all, when people speculated on Don Quixote being Sancho or a Bloodfiend partially based on her appearance all the way back since near launch, they turned out to be right.

Hong Lu's Father

As of now, there is only one instance of Hong Lu referencing his Father in Limbus, and it's a voiceline from his Base Identity:

Now, if you know anything about DOTRC, this should already be raising some flags, because if Hong Lu was just Baoyu, he would not fucking talk like that about his Father.

In the book, Baoyu is consistently shown to be afraid of his Father, for a good reason mind you, as he's his main abuser. Baoyu would not be looking forward to introducing his friends to that man.

Even if Hong Lu was trying to downplay the abuse he's recieved, this would still not fit his pattern of behavior. When topics that genuinely bother Hong Lu come up, such as what could make him distort or how rich people would enjoy gifts made of humans, he immediately pivots and tries to avoid the topic at all cost. He would not bring up his main abuser in such a lighthearted manner, he would avoid bringing him up at all cost.

However, there is a character in DOTRC which does in fact have a more positive relationship to her Father, and would likely be the one with an opinion such as that - Daiyu. Daiyu loves her Father, and when he dies she completely disappears from the story for a bit to attend his funeral. If there was anyone who would be excited to introduce their friends to their Father, it'd be Daiyu.

Lasso Hong Lu's Corrosion

I made a whole seperate post about this, but I might as well mention it here as well for the sake of completion. The design choices made for Hong Lu which are missing for Faust are very, very Daiyu-coded.

For one, not only does Hong Lu completely turn into a flower, unlike Faust, his horse also gains a flower in its mouth. For those whose knowledge of DOTRC is zero to none, Daiyu is a reincarnation of a Flower given sentience due to being watered by the Jade. I don't think I have to be the one to connect the dots between those two pieces of info for you.

The second is how the halters become a noose for Hong Lu. This, too, is a very Daiyu thing - Rose Hunter as an Abnormality represents the inability to escape one's fate, and Daiyu's fate is to die - the Jia Family arranging a marriage between Baoyu and Baochai leads to Daiyu falling deathly ill, which in itself could be considered a part of her repaying her Debt of Tears - the debt she swore to repay to the Jade/Baoyu when she was still a Flower.

The hilarity of the fact that this E.G.O came out in the same update as Hong Lu being called Baoyu in-story is not lost on me.

Rose Sign Abnormality Log

The third Log for Rose Sign ends in a very peculiar way.

There's multiple ways one can tie Hong Lu's odd reluctance to talk about flowers and the petals. One is the obvious "he's being reminded of Daiyu because she was a Flower" connection, but there's another one.

One of the most commonly potrayed images of Daiyu relates to a scene in DOTRC where she buries fallen flower petals, weeping for and lamenting the mortality of the flowers and herself. Hong Lu's reaction here to his fellow Sinners being reduced to nothing but petals upon Rose Sign's death feels like a notable parallel to Daiyu's flower burial scene.

Like literally everything about Kurokumo Hong Lu

The title for this is a bit of an exaggeration, but at the same time. I'm serious. Kurokumo Hong Lu is perhaps the most Daiyu Identity out of all the Hong Lu Identities we have, and the way he is designed to stand out among them further makes me go insane.

Kurokumo Hong Lu's most defining trait is his attitude - he often complains about his position and how authority treats him, though he doesn't really act out against them in any major way outside of making snarky or sarcastic remarks.

This is, frankly, an extremely Daiyu thing to do. Daiyu is one of the few characters who audibly complains about her treatment in the household. For example she complains about not being given as many opportunities to show off her poetry skills as her male peers are, and she recognises how, when all the girls in the family are given flowers, she's the last one to recieve them and thus is stripped of the ability to pick, being only given the leftovers.

Then there's the whole. Everything about Kurokumo Hong Lu's visual design. Because once you realize just how Daiyu-like the Identity is, you realize just how weird he is compared to other Hong Lu Identities. I mean just look how he compares to his other Identities.

He's the only Hong Lu Identity with a blue tint to his hair in the combat sprite rather than the usual purple.

He's the only Hong Lu Identity whose hairtie is a ribbon rather than a jade ring (Liu Hong Lu technically has the ribbon in his post-uptie art, but he doesn't have it in his combat sprite so I'm not counting him).

He's the only Hong Lu Identity to not be smiling in his combat sprites.

And he's the only Hong Lu Identity (and one of only four Identities in the game) whose Idle sprite has its body facing away from the opponent rather than facing towards them.

All of those combine to make him stand out like a sore thumb in a Hong Lu Identity lineup in a way that makes it feel intentional, especially since he's also the only Hong Lu Identity with that kind of notable attitude towards authority. Other Hong Lu Identities are either obedient, don't express any opinion, or just straight up are the authority.

The Baoyu reveal is framed in a very weird way

This is, admittedly, less of a Daiyuism and more of a not-Baoyuism, but I thought it'd be important to mention nonetheless.

There are a lot of things about Canto 7's reveal of Hong Lu's name being Baoyu that are very strange, especially compared to how the Canto frames Don Quixote's own reveal of actually being Sancho.

For one, the timing itself - why is such an important piece of info being revealed so early? Again, compare to Donqui - she was revealed to be a Bloodfiend in the Intervallo right before Canto 7, and the Sancho reveal only came in the second half of the Canto.

For two, the framing - Donqui's reveals are treated as what they are, Major Reveals. The Baoyu reveal on the other hand happens in a single off-handed line, with nobody reacting to it in any way. Neither Hong Lu nor the other Sinners seem to hear it after all.

And mind you, it's not like Limbus is opposed to giving us important information in off-handed lines - far from it in fact. Project Moon loves shoving little bits of foreshadowing and reveals you don't realize are reveals until way later in these kinds of off-handed lines. But the way those lines are treated is still very different to how the Baoyu reveal is treated.

Usually, when there's foreshadowing in off-handed lines, it's usually either vague enough to be something a character could say regardless of context (see Yi Sang getting hung up on the Sedatives bit in Canto 2 or Ishmael's comment about Syndicates pretending to be Families foreshadowing her own history with the Middle via Queequeg) or something that is in the middle of a scene that distracts from what is actually being said (like Hong Lu's distortion foreshadowing being in the middle of an important infodump or most of everything in Canto 2 being surrounded by a comedic tone).

None of this is present for the Baoyu reveal. There's nothing to distract you from this information, as the scene is already focused on discussing Hong Lu, meaning you're already likely to be paying attention to what is being said about him. There's also no vagueness about it, there's no way you can brush it off since not only are Wei and Xichun newly introduced characters, but it's a whole ass clearcut namedrop.

The only way I can justify that reveal being there in the form it takes is that it in itself is the distraction. Think about it. Didn't I point it out earlier that this reveal came in the same update as the E.G.O with an extremely Daiyu-coded corrosion design? Wouldn't it make sense for that reveal to be there to lower your guard, make you think you resolved that mystery, only to later on reveal it wasn't the whole story after all?

Hong Lu's Themes of Identity

So this section is a bit more vague than the Daiyuism section, because Hong Lu is the type of guy to just Say Shit all the time. It's basically just. Anything that I find relevant to the idea of Hong Lu's Identity being more complex than him just being a random guy using a pseudonym, with some (but maybe not all) of them directly tying to the idea of Two in One.

"Which one is the real you?"

There are currently two seperate scenes where Hong Lu muses on the idea of someone's identity being in some way vague or obscured.

Is Dante the person or the clock? Is the dreamer the one in the dream or the one who wakes from it? Which you is the real you? Does it even matter if that you will flutter away in the end?

This idea of there being one true self. That even if there are two, there is only one of them that is actually you. Curious, right?

Face-changing dance

During the Canto 2 scene where everyone gives their reasons for whether or not they'd be a good pick for being the one to dance, Hong Lu says this.

Bian lian is a kind of dance literally translated as "face-changing". It involves rapid changes between various masks and make-up to represent different emotions or characters.

Now, it's no secret that Hong Lu is a great actor, as we see in Canto 4, and Canto 7 shows how the comparison to theatre and actors can be used to symbolize one's performance of identity, as it does for Sancho and her Don Quixote persona.

Mind you, this reveal comes in the same scene as Sinclair's dance invoking the image of a bonfire burning all through the night according to the Mariachis, a clear foreshadowing to Canto 3 and the Literal burning down of Sinclair's home.

Hong Lu knowing bian lian could be further foreshadowing to his own skills in deception, and how he too is a sort of actor, not unlike Don Quixote. On the other hand however, it could also be a more literal foreshadowing, that he (Baoyu) Quite Literally changed his face. We won't know until Canto 8, but it is an option you know.

The HamHamPangPang dish(es)

For those who don't know, here is a list of the Sinner-themed dishes that were available at HamHamPangPang.

EDIT: THE ABOVE LIST IS SLIGHTLY INNACURATE. Hong Lu's dish is actually pepper steak (Chinese beef stir fry) and mandarin rolls, and Rodya's dish has since changed to chicken blini.

Now, chances are, not all of them have deep meanings. I don't think there's much of a deep meaning to Heathcliff and Ishmael's dishes, I think PJM just legit don't know much about British/American cuisine so they just picked something recogniseable.

However, not all of them are meaningless picks either. Ryoshu, likely a mother, has a meal literally called "parent-and-child donburi". Don Quixote, a Bloodfiend, has a garlic-based dish. These were clearly done on purpose.

So, what does it say that Hong Lu's dish is actually made up of effectively two different dishes? What does it mean for it to be the only one to be like that? And it's clear that this is one of the dishes with intent behind them like Ryoshu's, as another name for mandarin rolls is flower buns. You know. Flower. Like Daiyu.

The Daiyu-Baoyu Theory (finally)

So. I gave some evidence for why I think Hong Lu could still be Daiyu despite being revealed as Baoyu. I gave some evidence for why I think Hong Lu could be a Two in One deal, or that at the very least there's something more complex going on with his identity. But let's discuss the theory itself, how it would recontextualize certain things, and why I think it's an extremely fitting an thematically resonant direction for Hong Lu's Canto to go in.

The Theory

Here's what I speculate is going on.

Daiyu, just like in DOTRC, is someone who was taken in into the Jia Household rather than born in it, and who strongly connected with Baoyu upon meeting him. The two would end up forming a bond strong enough that they would be willing to die for one another (or, if they're in particularly argumentative moods, to kill themselves just to force the other to have to live a long life grieving over them - this is an actual argument they have in DOTRC and I pray to god this is adapted into Limbus because it's too fucking funny).

At some point, Baoyu either dies or is brought to near death, likely through the same circumstances as in DOTRC - being beaten by his Father. To save him, his memories and consciousness would be transferred to his eye, a process not dissimilar to the one Xichun brings up in Canto 7, and implanted into Daiyu's body, causing them to become a vessel for Baoyu. This would be how Hong Lu as he is now is created.

All of the above is the main basis for this theory. Everything else that I might speculate about, such as the exact nature of the two's relationship, Daiyu's more exact background and personality, how their pre-reincarnation lives could be adapted - all of those are things that are purely speculative and ones that I don't really expect to be actually fulfilled. The only bits that I am sure are likely to be true is what I laid out above.

So... what does it all mean for the future? I'm glad you asked!

The Recontextualization

Here's a collection of just a couple of things that Hong Lu has said or is depicted as that would be heavily recontextualized if this theory ends up being true.

Hong Lu surviving despite claiming he didn't fight back when his siblings first tried to kill him: With the context that he used to be two seperate people, the answer to how he survived is made very simple. Baoyu is the one who wasn't fighting back. Daiyu, however, could have still protected him in turn.

The red ribbon on Hong Lu's weapon: There is only one other Sinner who has a similar decoration on their weapon - Ryoshu, who also has a red ribbon on her sword, which could be easily connected to Yuzuki and her death. With the context of Hong Lu being Baoyu occupying Daiyu's body and thus effectively rendering their self non-existent, the red ribbon could be a parallel symbol - a symbol of Daiyu and their 'death'.

How Hong Lu treats his weapon in his base E.G.O: The way Hong Lu holds his weapon in the illustration is more like he's cradling another person. This could be a representation of how he feels about Daiyu's situation. Likewise, in the attack animation, he's not really attacking with the weapon itself, is he? He's simply using it to direct a ribbon (which in itself is missing in the illustration), the part that is actually the attack. If the weapon in the base E.G.O represents Daiyu, this could be a parallel to how Baoyu feels like he's merely directing Daiyu's body to attack, rather than being the one actually attacking.

The duality of Hong Lu IDs: There is a notable pattern among Hong Lu IDs, and that is the focus on his attitude to violence. When he's in a situation where he's obedient towards his Family, he's either uninterested in violence, bored of it, or otherwise given no other choice but to use it as a reprieve from boredom. However, when he's in a situation where he's disconnected from his Family or otherwise questioning the status quo, he's shown to not only be much more aggressive and violent, but to outright enjoy it. With the context of Hong Lu being composed of two people, this duality could represent each of his components - the obedient and violence-averse being more Baoyu-like, while the questioning and violence-favoring being more Daiyu-like.

So, there's a bunch of stuff that would be given new meaning under the premise of this theory being true. But now, what about the future? What would this theory mean for the themes and ending of Canto 8?

The Resolution

I believe this is how the Daiyu-Baoyu theory will affect Canto 8.

At some point, whether before or during the Canto, it will be revealed that Hong Lu is both Daiyu and Baoyu. There will be an attempt to seperate the two, perhaps to implant Baoyu into a more fitting, more Jia Family-approved Vessel. Perhaps because the 'arranged marriage' from DOTRC could be adapted into something more... let's say Fear and Hunger kind of marriage rather than traditional marriage.

This will leave Hong Lu to be returned to their state as Daiyu, who will be revealed to be a very different person to what the Sinners knew Hong Lu as. There is a non-zero chance that Daiyu will be unable to hear Dante or be revived by them due to the one who signed the contract being Baoyu, and so they could end up acting as an uncontrollable ally unit not unlike Xichun in Canto 7.

The climax would then be Daiyu and Baoyu reuniting and being unwilling to part with each other again, even for the sake of returning to being the fake persona that is Hong Lu, leading to a potential duo boss fight/distortion boss fight/duo distortion boss fight.

The ending would be the two of them deciding to embrace their new identity as Hong Lu and truly becoming one, discarding their pasts and the selves that had been forced on them by the Jia Family. This ending would have a twofold meaning regarding how it connects to the DOTRC adaptation.

One - it would be a direct parallel to the ending of DOTRC where Baoyu leaves to become a monk. By becoming Hong Lu and discaring his previous identities, he'd be leaving behind the earthly attachments inherent to being Baoyu and Daiyu and become spiritually whole.

Two - it would be a reflection of the major theme of DOTRC, that being "Truth becomes fiction when the fiction's true. Real becomes not-real when the unreal's real." Hong Lu, as a person, is a 'fake' persona used by the 'real' Baoyu and Daiyu. However, by discarding those two identities and deciding to just be Hong Lu, the fiction of his existence becomes the truth, while his former real selves become not real.

Conclusion?

I could honestly just keep going with this post, but I think I'm going to stop myself here before I'm forced to find out what tumblr's character limit on posts is. Believe me, I was trying to be brief, and still this post is. This fucking long.

I hope this explains why this theory has been the subject of my brainrot for the past however long, and why I feel like it's surprisingly plausible despite being as deranged as it is.

Godspeed and godbless, I have classes tomorrow and I'm spending my time on this.

#ask #anon #lu speaketh #limbus company #hong lu #hong lu lcb #jia baoyu lcb #lin daiyu lcb #lcb analysis #lcb speculation #lcb theory #canto 7 spoilers

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lara4eclipze · 8 months ago

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“teach me”

sypnosis; you weren't exactly dumb but we're lazy yet when she started teaching you your grades went up—what did she do to make that happen

cw; age gap! y/n is 19 Lara is 23 , mean , teasing , smut , face sitting , dirty talk ,spoiled and rich y/n, inspired by this

original idea;@ivemiese / thankss

ALSOO happy birthday my love Lara!! , I'm so happy she's turning 19!! , gosh heres a birthday fic for the rajberries!

to say you were failing was an understatement your grades were plunging down the toilet yet you didn't do anything to change it

your parents were rich anyways you'll get the company by 5 more years , there's no point in studying

well your parents cared about your grades , tutor after tutor yet nothing worked , either you were mean to them or they quit out of pity for you

"mom I told you already these tutors are just not helping" you pout to your mom knowing she'll always fall for it

"well I still got you one — my friend Mitra recommended her to me" your mom sighs

you grunt in frustration, running up to your room muttering some profanity under your breath

—ʚɞ

school was as boring as everyday , you hated this place I mean you went to a very expensive university yet you can't seem to find people you would like to interact with

"disgusting" you scoff as an student accidentally bumps into you

after school was as worse, well atleast now you can rot in bed or go in a shopping spree

"darling your tutor came early today , shes in you room" your mother says to you before going out the door

your mom associates herself with other housewives of rich men , you told her countless times she'll just get influenced by those big head women but she never listened

you enter your room after you change into some oversized tee and short shorts

"hi there" the girl waves at you , oh. my. god. she was hot , gorgeous , smart based on how she's supposed to tutor you and god she looked so fine

"hi..y/n's the name" you said sitting next to her , shamefully (or not so) you check her out , her waist was beautiful her finger were long you wonder how it will feel inside of you

"Lara — raj , anyways I'll tutor you math and science for about 4 hours today" she said , she noticed how you didn't respond so she tsks

well that's until she realizes what you were doing...

"hey didn't your mother teach you checking out people is extremely perverted... especially when they're older than you?" she said her voice lowering

"what? I didn't — pfft what?" you try to play it off but judged by the smirk on her face you knew it wouldn't work

—✧˖*°࿐

after the day she quizzed you on the topic to make sure you understood it

"2/10? are you serious?" she questions

"what?" you ask as if it's normal

"you answered me flawlessly earlier" she reasons

"well maybe I need motivation" you snap back

her gears were turning but an idea struck her

"alright then"

obviously the time was done so she had to go, what a great start you thought, Great thing your tutor now was not boring

admittedly she is hot , a hot nerd you thought to yourself

—✧˖*°࿐

you try to find her social media online and see that she was older than you

"23?, not bad" you sigh

she posted loads of pictures, videos she looked well off why is she wasting her time tutoring spoiled rich kids then?

—✧˖*°࿐

the next day you didn't go to school since you were just lazy, plus what were you gonna do there anyways?

sit down and learn where and when Picasso farted?

although excitingly your pretty tutor was still coming today , you decided to go the extra mile and get ready for her wearing some of your skimpiest outfits

"you look great honey" your mom pipes up as she leaves the house

now we wait , you slouch in your room waiting for her , until..

"hey" she enters your room escorted by your maid

"oh hi.." you said back , deciding to pull your top down a bit

her eyes trailed down , you smirk at her reaction, ahh the hard work paid off i guess

"can we do math first" you plead to her giving her your best weapon ,doe eyes

she reluctantly agreed , chuckling at your actions

god she looked amazing with her glasses , her pierced nose, you can't even focus on what she's teaching you

"do you get it?" she asks

"yes" you replied

"okay then let's quiz you..— you know since yesterday I saw how you looked at me , so let's play a game"

"for every score over 5 you get a special prize , if you get anything lower well it sucks to be you cause you won't get anything" the older says , your eyes lit up at the mentions of prize

"alright then" you said

—✧˖*°࿐

"9/10?.. pretty good" she purrs , god her voice was like heroin so addicting but so bad for you

"tell me when you don't feel comfortable okay?" she asks , fuck being confused you needed her in you NOW

"mhm" you hum out , your heart thumping in synch with her movements her hands in your inner thighs her other one flipping up your skirt

soaked , wet , whatever it was you just needed her so bad

she ties up her hair , some strands falling to frame her face , her breathing gets heavy , the view was amazing, shes quite literally face to face with your cunt ,

"fucking slut" she tsks as she pulls away your undergarments a string of your nectar connecting it to your cunt

"'m not" you were but it felt humiliating , in a good way cause as much as you hate to admit it her degrading you with that voice is just perfect

a beat passes by and her tongue , it felt perfect, gosh her tongue passed by your tight entrance every now and then

"fuck please!" you whine , you felt like you were gonna orgasm just by this yet you needed more

"greedy girl" she says in a condescending tone , mocking the way you whined for her

finally she enters your slick entrance , her tongue reaching places you never thought of

your head lolled back as you moan her name like a mantra , your hands entangled in her hair as you push her head

"right nghm there!" you moan as she hits a particularly gummy spot in you

she chuckles , the vibration sending shockwaves through you , your eyes seeing stars your mouth open drooling due to the fact you can't go a second without moaning or even whining for her

"you close? — your greedy cunny is sucking me in" the older says as she redoubled her efforts her nose bumping your clit every now and then

"shit please! let me cum!" yes it was pathetic, but it felt oh so right ,

"hold it in for me princess" she replied

"please"

"do it or you won't get to finish at all" she threatens , her voice lowering

tears start to fall on your face due to the pleasure, sniffling while moaning, that's new

—✧˖*°࿐

"oh darling are you guys done already?" Lara bumps into your mom as she was going out the door

"yes ma'am , glad to see her improve" the red head replied

"I'm so thankful for you , I haven't seen y/n get along with any of her tutor before" the older woman excitedly said

"must be special then" Lara teased

—✧˖*°࿐

"6/10? what happened honey?" The older asks looking at your paper

your frown at her , what are you gonna get now :((

"don't worry lets make a compromise" she stands up locking your door slowly she removes her top

her abs were on display begging you to ride them , her boobs were perfect to be gagged on

next down was her skirt , along with her socks , shit her thighs were beautiful you itched to touch her

as your hands tried to make its way to her waist she slaps it

"ouch" you pout at her

"study next time , stupid girls don't get to have the privilege of getting fucked mkay?" she pouts back , teasing you as you practically were about to cry

"i hate you" you mumble

"we both know you don't" she replied, wearing her clothing

—✧˖*°࿐

"surprisingly miss her grades had been better , see it was D last semester now it's a B" your professor explains to your mother

you couldn't help but grin , I mean is this who she calls lazy?

maybe you were lazy but never ever were you dumb

"okay spill it what do you want for that grade" your mother says whilst in the car

"oh come on do you think of me so lowly mom?" you rhetorically ask

"but since you insist , can you schedule more of my tutoring with Lara?" you said trying to fight off smiling at the thought

"oh—i expected worse" your mother chuckles

"is that a yes?"

"obviously!" your mother replied happily

—✧˖*°࿐

"stupid slut" she whispers as her fingers hit all the right spots her lips on your neck

getting a score of 8 meant that she'll finger you, a win is a win yet it intrigued you what will you get for 10

"head filled with me fuckin her she can't even respond" she harshly said as she pinches your clit , and then going deeper

"please mo-mommy!" you didn't even realized it slipped out of your mouth till it did

"my whore" she spits as she fingers throb in pain , not a minute passed and you were gushing around them , she chuckles as her fingers dripped in your cum

"suck" she said as she forces her fingers in your mouth , she maintained eye contact as you gag around her digits

"perfect" she said afterwards, she carries you to bed making sure you were alright

"I'm okay" you reassure her

—✧˖*°࿐

school wasn't any better today , but good enough you got to recite here and there

going home was another story , everything was loud due to the party your dad hosted for his business partners or what ever they were

"god!" you scoff , as you open the door you were pulled in by Lara who giggles

"heard you had a good day?" she teases

"now your stalking me? , how interesting miss raj " you hum back

"Oh please " she laughs

she settles your bag in the chair near your desk , sitting down

"ready for your quiz" she asks smirking , she knew what she was doing and it's driving you crazy

"yes I studied hard for this one" you replied

"ooh you might just get what you deserve..." she trails off , you spot her grinning as you take the quiz

—✧˖*°࿐

you don't know if it was a miracle or just a dream but you were buried in between Laras thighs right now having the meal you much deserve after a long ass day

her low moans and wet noises make you go crazy

"fuck baby , go faster" she moans

you chuckle going even faster , like an animal who was starved for weeks , her cunt was perfect sweet and savory soft and so inviting it sucked you in practically

maybe hours passed and you were still down there , she was overstimulated but who cares fuck everything

"baby too much-"

"but" you give her the doe eyes and here she goes losing again

"fine" she said breathlessly as she lays back accepting your tongue again , your face dripped with her cum which was too perfect for her to see

—✧˖*°࿐

"Mom! Lara's staying for the night!" you scream

"fine" your mother replied

"eek she said yes! , now which one first" you said laying out a plethora of straps

"are you joking?" she asks

"no , now which one this one's cute pink and white"

#lara raj #katseye x reader #lara katseye #katseye imagines #smut #lara Rajagopalan #lara raj x reader #lara raj smut

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louisisalarrie · 3 months ago

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I have a question. How does this work as far as PR if they are both not even trying to make it look legit? What is the point? How does this benefit either of them, especially since so few are buying it?!? I feel like this is way less believable than any other one he has done and I am not sure what the motivation is behind it at all considering both seem so damn reluctant to be doing it in the first place! Any insight?!?

ok so this wasn’t gonna be a welcome to the show bc it’s less educational and more so me venting about it but here ya go anon. welcome to the show!

I agree that it’s the least believable so far, from their individual public image, to their awkward and cringy actions around each other, to the fact that she seemingly appeared out of nowhere in his life and there was barely any soft launch. It’s like whoever is in charge of it learnt nothing from the years of the 1d stunts, and have reverted so far back in a day and age where things need to look far more legit now than they used to, due to social media, solo careers etc.

Anyway, because we’re in the thick of it, it seems a lot more clear to us that it’s fake. It has been interesting though, the comments on the articles from GP, Deuxm*i’s latest little comment that I just posted about, already a “trouble in paradise” article that we usually wouldn’t receive until farther down the line… so much flailing and scrambling. However, even with more suspicion from the GP than usual, most of them are gonna read the headline and move on, or click the article and not look at the GP’s comments. It still technically does what it’s meant to do, but they’ve just…. Fucked it up a lot earlier than usual.

Interestingly enough though, like you mentioned, it doesn’t even look like she is trying either. Usually with these stunts we’ll at least get the girl trying to make it look legit, but she’s clearly got no interest in this either… which leads me to believe it is for a reason other than album promo due to it being such a hard launch straight from the bat, no slow burn or organic elements at all, and some of the worst chemistry I’ve ever seen in a stunt pairing.

Apart from the handful of weird solos/antis who are obsessed with them and trying so hard to love it, the general consensus this time around just isn’t that believable for everyone. From the paps magically being able to drive down past a gate onto private property the exact moment they’re saying goodbye and getting those PDA pics, to the walk around the parking lot “a few days before” when Louis was in the same clothes, it’s just.. soooo sloppy. And surely his team can’t be THIS bad at their job… because it doesn’t just come down to how Louis and her act with each other, but also the way the information is presented to us and the GP and it’s been entirely fumbled.

I don’t think this is gonna be long lasting, I don’t think she’s gonna be the inspo for his album (although a little bit of het encouragement doesn’t hurt I suppose), and I think (and hope) there’s something more to this than PR for her merch and SoccerAid promo.

I mean the whole thing about it even potentially being for the sole purpose of SoccerAid doesn’t make sense to me. We are gonna watch Louis regardless - he has an absolute cult of a fandom. We’re not sitting on the edge of our seats going “ooohhhh better watch SoccerAid now!! I wasn’t planning to but now there could be tension between him and her ex boyf!! I wanna see the drama!!” or “ohh they’re so cute she’s gonna be there cheering him on, let’s watch!!” because that’s just not how his fandom works. And it’s not gonna convince the GP to watch for those reasons either. And if that is in fact the sole reason for this all, well… his PR team know absolutely nothing about us and have been slacking hard when it comes to understanding the relationship the fandom has with Louis. Including all the relationship lore over the past 15 years, both with stunts and Harry.

Like… not the “body language expert” analysing the photos to try and convince people they are in fact together and soooooo in love because even the media knows no one is gonna believe this shit with the quality of the pictures we’re getting from them. It’s just so embarrassing.

If it is in fact to end another stunt or kickstart the friendship narrative between H&L, then that would be great. Maybe they’re having to rush it all for some reason. But for any other reason to have it this rushed and awkward… it just doesn’t make sense to me.

#anon #answered #stunts #louisisalarrie chats

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starkeymeow · 9 days ago

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# RAFE WORLD — racer!rafe who . . .

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smells like gasoline, sweat, and leather. he always has motor oil under his fingernails no matter how many times he washes his hands.

cracks his knuckles before every race like it’s a ritual, then cracks his neck, grins at you, and says, “ready to watch me ruin their day, baby?”

probably bites down on the inside of his cheek when he’s focused. and you can always tell when he’s about to floor it by the way his jaw tightens.

leaves one earbud in while working under the hood of his car, the other tucked under his shirt where you left a red lipstick print earlier.

lets you sit on the handlebars of his dirtbike while post-race announcements happen, one hand on your thigh, fingers tracing circles.

always parks his bike crooked and fast just to get out and help you off of it like he’s your own personal bodyguard.

leans against his car before street races, helmet dangling from his fingers, and waits for you to come to him so he can pull you in by the waistband of your shorts.

tells you “kiss for luck?” with a smirk every time. he doesn’t even need it. he just wants to see your lipgloss smeared on his cheek while he wins.

doesn’t ask you to wait for him at the finish line. he expects it!! and when he wins (because he always does), he rides back slow just to find you first, and only smiles once you’re in front of him.

likes when you clean his hands off after races. you tug off his gloves and wipe the dirt from his knuckles, and he watches you like you’re the prize.

has your name scribbled on the underside of the dashboard of his car, carved into the back of his helmet visor, stitched in red on the edge of his gloves. yeah this man is WHIPPED. he never talks about it either. never lets anyone touch those things.

doesn’t hook up with random girls after wins, even when they try. because you’re there, arms crossed, leaning on his hood, giving girls that don’t even try smile while he shrugs you into his chest and says “let’s go, baby.”

once had to physically step between you and a girl who touched his arm too long. he didn’t even say anything, he just laughed and said, “she’s gonna kill you. leave.”

talks the most shit right before a race, but shuts up completely when you lean in and whisper, “bring it home for me.”

calls you his “lucky charm” when he’s feeling soft, but “my prize” when he’s feeling cocky.

kissed you against the hood of his car after a beachside date once, hands bruised from a race earlier that day and rough on your waist, sand in your hair. probably whispered “you make me feel like i already won,” then kissed you harder like he hated that he meant it.

takes you for post-race drives in the dark with music low and your hand on his thigh, thumb circling, not speaking, just cruising.

“no one else gets this version of me,” he said once, windows cracked. “you’re the only one i don’t have to pretend with.”

doesn’t label it. he never calls you his “girlfriend,” but everyone knows not to touch you, speak about you, or look at you without expecting rafe’s name to be behind the bruise they earn for it. and you? you’d burn every one of his bikes to the ground if another girl tried to ride with him.

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yuri-is-online · 2 years ago

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Out of the Bag (Jamil, Ace, and Idia x Yuu)

"Oh can I help you? You seem to be lost." You attempt to cheerfully ask the vaguely familiar looking person in front of you. As if he is deliberately trying to rub salt in your wounds, Crowley ignored your request to leave campus for NRC parents day and is instead making you and Grim run errands. The person in front of you, blissfully ignorant to your inner turmoil perks up at your attention.

"Forgive me for asking, but are you the magicless prefect?" You and Grim exchange a confused glance. "You've got to be right?" They're practically glowing with how happy they are to see you. " Oh I'm sorry, I've just heard so much about you!" Wait, what?

notes: (so uhhhh Jamil and Ace were supposed to be a part of the original post but I cut them out because I had to go to bed but forgot to remove the tags, sorry </3) they/them pronouns used for Yuu, sibling snark (Jamil and Ace) vs light angst (the Shroud parents), light reference to certain events in Ch. 6, but nothing specific. If you liked this please check out the first version on my masterlist.

Jamil

"Oh yeah, you're Najma, right?" The younger girl looks pleasantly surprised you have remembered her from your visit to the Scalding Sands.

"Well that makes this a lot easier, do you know where Jamil is?" You internally cheer at how polite she is, some of the other families you have been dealing with today have really been testing your patience. "I've been looking everywhere for him, but couldn't seem to find a good opportunity to sneak up on him." Or maybe not, that doesn't sound like she hasn't seen him at all, why is she asking you?

"According to my schedule he's probably in the gym for the club activities program." You confirm with your clipboard and Najma sighs.

"Lame, he's gonna be all sweaty and gross." She checks her phone as you sneak a glance at Grim trying to figure out how much longer you have before you need to find something shiny to distract him. "Actually maybe I can just ask you." You turn your attention back to Najma who seems to be tapping her cheek with her phone and sizing you up. "Is there anywhere to get snacks on campus?"

"Now you're talkin!" Cheers Grim, bringing a really bright smile to Najma's face and a tentative one to yours. "Mr. S's Mystery Shop's got all the tuna you can ask for!"

"And other things to." You helpfully add and Najma happily begins to follow.

"So what do you like to do?" she asks almost ten seconds into your walk. "Like what fun stuff is there to do around campus?"

"Shouldn't you be asking your brother?" You ask, thankful Grim is too caught up in his tuna thoughts to make any snarky comments.

"About you?" Najma laughs and you feel a bit silly. "Nah he hates being honest about things like that."

"Well I don't have much free time..." but you manage to list off some things that you like as Najma nods, still tapping her phone on her chin for some reason.

"What about food?" she stops fiddling with her phone and just goes straight to texting on it as the Mystery Shop comes into view. "I know Jamil's food looks boring but it tastes super good."

"It sure does." Grim says, well more like whines. "He only ever gives it to Yuu and gets mad when I eat it though."

"That's because he asked for my opinion, not yours." It's a petty thing to say, but hey Jamil's a good cook. Najma seems to agree, giggling before you both jump ten feet backwards as a strangely shaped blur nearly knocks you over.

"NAJMA!" Jamil is indeed, sweaty and gross looking, his basketball jersey is practically drenched through, almost like he ran the entire way to here from the gymnasium. He's doubled over, hands on his knees as you fumble around looking for the water bottle Crewel made you bring with you earlier which he gratefully takes.

"Oh hey what are you doing here Jamil?" You don't know Najma super well, but she almost sounds disappointed to see her brother. "Prefect said you were at the gym."

"Don't start." Jamil passes you back the empty water bottle, hesitating just a bit before he lets you take it. "She didn't do anything weird, right? Hasn't said anything strange?" You blink in confusion.

"No? She's just been asking a bunch of questions about stuff. Jamil relaxes, letting you take the bottle with a genuine smile-

And gets cut off by a shutter sound effect making you both turn towards Najma, who doesn't bother looking up from her phone camera.

"Whoops thought I turned that off."

Ace

"Well, well, well, just what should I do with you?" The ginger stranger is stroking his chin with an all too familiar look that puts you on edge, not because you think he is going to try anything illegal (yet) but because you can practically see the collar on this guy already. There really is no beating around the bush about who this guy is, even if you really wished you had some plausible deniability. "I could tell you about that time I told him if he kissed a frog it would turn into royalty and he actually did it-" Too much information he technically just did. "Or what about that time he only wanted to eat carrots so I freaked him out by saying he was turning into one because his hair was orange-" So is yours big brother Trappola! And where the hell is Grim he is supposed to be suffering through this with you. "Nah those are too boring- oh I got it!" Before you can break out in a dash for the mirror chamber, big brother Trappola claps an unintentionally (you hope) firm hand on your shoulder. "Listen to this- wait I didn't introduce myself I-"

"Ace's brother." He seems genuinely taken aback. "He talks about you all the time."

"Oh does he?" Maybe you shouldn't have mentioned that, little Trappola's ego was insufferable already, older Trappola's has got to be worse right. It's so obvious you can't even bring yourself to put the question mark on it.

"Funny you mention that, from my end it seems like all he ever talks about is Yuu." He makes a big show of looking you over. "Always talking about what a pain it is to look after you, but he never does stop." He maneuvers himself to look directly into your eyes. “You must be pretty special then, right?”

“Didn’t you used to go here?” You ask, crossing your arms and fixing your best “not today Trappola” look onto your face.

“Sure did! Also got put into Heartslabyul, must run in the family, we’re all a bit mad.” Older Trappola breaks eye contact for just a second, something dancing on the tip of his tongue you have no desire to entertain at all. You just want to ditch this overgrown root veg on his brother and then take a nap.

“So then, just to be clear, you don’t need me to show you around.” You fumble around your clipboard looking for a map anyway.

“Oh no I absolutely need you to do that.” You like it when Ace plays dumb better, at least it’s cute. “Would be a really bad thing if you just left me all alone and I went somewhere I wasn’t supposed to.” He stands up straight, looking off into the distance behind you with a dramatic sigh. “Somewhere like Ramshackle Dorm maybe? I hear that’s one of Ace’s-”

A surprisingly strong pair of arms wraps you into an embrace from behind.

“Back off.” snaps Ace, a lot harsher than either of you have heard before “This one’s mine.”

Idia

"Dear! Dear! Come look it's the prefect!" A very excited very pink woman in a sundress and comically oversized sunglasses beckons to a very tall, very out place looking man who is... also wearing comically oversized sunglasses.

"The who?" he sheepishly walks over to his wife and gives you a little wave, clearly out of place but trying his best.

"The prefect! Ortho and Idia's friend." The realization seems to hit both you and Mr. Shroud at the same time, causing you both to retreat just a bit. You because you feel desperately dumb for not noticing the flaming hair and him because-

Well you hope it's because of the whole house thing but who knows.

"Oh sorry. Um we're Mr. and Mrs. Shroud but you probably already guessed that it's really nice to meet you." You awkwardly shake hands while Grim hides behind your legs.

"Do you have any plans for today?" Asks Mrs. Shroud. "I'd hate to interrupt things too much."

"Oh no that's not really an issue for me." You look down at Grim for half a second before adding. "For us."

"I'm sorry to hear that." whispers Mr. Shroud, gently taking his wife's hand and you stand around in silence for a little bit, trying to figure out how to walk the conversation from the ledge it's found itself on.

"Um if there isn't anything you need help with-"

"Idia speaks really highly of you." Mrs. Shroud says gently, and you have to keep yourself from fainting from shock. Idia speaking highly of- no forget that. Idia talks to his parents? And you were the conversation topic? If she had said it was Ortho that would make sense but Idia? "I know he can be a bit blunt, but he treasures your friendship. And as his mother, I am very grateful he has someone as kind as you in his life."

"We both are." whispers Mr. Shroud. "If you need help while you are here please don't hesitate to ask us." And with that they leave you and Grim

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[Fullmetal] hey ortho said u ran into our parents irl

[Fullmetal] srry that had to be awkward

[yuu] it's cool

[yuu] I mean they spooked Grim but they were nice lol

[Fullmetal] UNACCEPTABLE

[Fullmetal] ...so do you think that he'd be cool to come over so I can like

[Fullmetal] apologize

[Fullmetal] u know for the stress

[yuu] and not for talking about me behind my back (￣ε￣)

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"I don't need to apologize if I said nice things... right?"

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #jamil viper x reader #ace trappola x reader #idia shroud x reader #Najma texting Jamil within 10 seconds of seeing the prefect: *get over here or i am stealing ur bitch*#also not me googling “funniest lies to tell kids” to write ace's brother and then not using any of them #also idia enjoyers... idk if i did your boy well i am so sorry

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