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vegasbabythrowaway · 8 months
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Made a silly quiz
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domonicriley · 7 months
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A New Hope gave us everything we’ve come to associate with Star Wars, including space battles, lightsaber fights, droids, bounty hunters and, of course, the Force. All these things have become central to a galaxy far, far away, and are key parts of Star Wars to this day. Another thing the movie gave us was an abundance of memorable quotes, scenes and characters, but just how much of it do you remember? Take the quiz and find out.
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yustea · 3 months
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Paring: bf Jisung x afab reader (gn pronouns)
Summary: After a long week of stress, work and quick fucks, Y/N and Han are desperate to let off some steam. However, when Y/N comes up with the idea of incorporating Viagra in their sex life, will they be able to handle it when that desperation escalates to drug-induced, animalistic fucking?
Genre: +18 content so MDNI, bf Jisung, slight crack, wild primal smut!, tooth-rotting fluff
Word Count: 2.3k+
Warnings: switch!sub-lean!Han, switch!Y/N, unsafe!use!of!viagra!, Y/N is a MENACE, protected sex (reader has an IUD)!, intoxicated!sex!, dazed!sex!, primal!thoughts(?)!, rough!manhandling!, biting!, marking!, hair!tugging!, pussy!eating!, mutual!masturbation!, rough!fingering!, messy!, cum!eating!, riding!, doggy!style!, creampie! (wrap it before you tap it), pet!names! (babe, baby!boy!, darling, my love, baby, pretty baby), mentions of shower!sex!, possession!, crying!
Please let me know if I’ve missed anything <33
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WARNING: This use and representation of Viagra is INACCURATE and UNSAFE to take. Please DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME and always THOROUGHLY RESEARCH and CONSULT WITH HEALTH PROFESSIONALS before consuming ANY TYPE OF DRUG.
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“Are you sure this is going to work?” Han quizzed as he squinted at the fineprint upon the box, thoroughly underlining each section of text with a delicate finger. He glanced between the spoons, the scattered viagra pills decorating the countertop of the kitchen and you, who was dividing equal portions to two glasses. You swatted a hand, pooh-poohing his validated concern. “Babe, if I’m being honest, I could give less of a fuck right now,” you waltzed to the sink carrying the glasses and filling them up to equal levels. “It’s been ages since we’ve spiced up our sex life cause of work and other events,” you placed them on the counter, dropping two pills per cup and stirring them vigorously with a spoon. “And frankly,” you squatted down to watch them rapidly dissolve in the liquid, Han following suit. “I need a hard and rough fuck.”
A spluttered cough was sounded to your left, a smirk etching your lips as you glanced at the eruption of rouge gracing his flushed face. “Cat caught your tongue darling?” you battered your lashes, presenting him with your best seductive siren eyes. “Sh-shut up,” he choked out, playfully slapping your shoulder. You chuckled, returning your sight to the now foggy solution slowly swirling around in the glasses. “Yaayyyy, it’s done!!” you jumped up in glee, rapidly clapping your hands in excitement. Hurriedly, you passed a glass to Han, beaming at him with eagerness as he gingerly took the glass from your hand. He swallowed.
“What if something goes wrong?” Han gazed into your eyes, a frown forming as worry and unsurety splayed across his features. You cupped his cheek with a hand, gently caressing his smooth skin. “If it’s that much of an issue, we don’t have to do it,” you assured him. He leaned into your touch, a brief moment passing before he quickly shook his head. “Fuck it, we only live once,” he stated before winding your arm around his to create a love shot. A devilish grin unfurled from your lips as a mischievous glint illuminated your eyes. “That’s the spirit baby boy,” you winked at him. He rolled his eyes. “You’ll be the death of me.” A quiet chortle erupted from your mouth.
“Bottoms up my love,” you clinked glasses and with that you both downed the drinks, grimacing at the bitter after-taste. “That tasted like shit,” Han gagged, cutely wrinkling his nose as he set aside his glass. “Agreed,” your body shuddered in response to the disgusting flavour. A quiet silence enveloped the atmosphere, both of you lost in thought. “Well,” he voiced after a moment. “I guess we’ll see how long this’ll take.”
He drummed his fingers against the counter as you hummed in agreement, anticipation lacing your veins. “I think I’m going to have a shower,” you contemplated, leaning in to place a delicate peck to his cheek. You brushed against his ear. “Don’t miss me too much my love,” you murmured, gently nibbling the cartilage, teasingly pulling away before he could touch you. A frustrated smirk adorned his lips, his grip tightening against the kitchen bench. “You little tease,” he sighed as he shook his head, gaze trailing after you as you sauntered off to the bathroom, flashing him a final wink before locking the door behind you.
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Not even ten minutes later cool water sprayed against your heated and tingly skin as thick globs of arousal dripped down your thighs. A primal fog of desperation clouded your logic and senses as you rapidly rubbed your clit. A loud mewl ripped from your throat in need. “J-jisung-,” you panted, now humping your hand in swift, erratic, pulsating motions. As if summoned, an urgent knock echoed the bathroom walls and a meek “B-babe?” was whimpered behind the locked door. You scrambled out of the shower, not bothering to dry off nor change. With jittery hands you unlocked the door and your world paused as your eyes feasted on the sight before you.
There, in the doorway, stood Han. You took in his bare form; gleaming sweat glistened against his rubicund complexion, strips of hair clung to his damp forehead, primaeval lust embellished his virile features as he shamelessly eyed your naked body. His chest expanded and contracted with each heave, his ligaments twitching in agitated desire. Your gaze slowly trailed his sculpted frame, admiring his lean physique and halting at the prize that stood tall and proud between his limbs. The bulbous tip was tinted in an angry crimsoned hue as dribbles of precum leaked from the slit, defining veins protruding from his long shaft. Your breath hitched as you encompassed in the view of his erected dick, your thighs clenching as lewd thoughts swam in your drug-induced mind. An audible gulp echoed as a treacle of arousal slid down your legs. You flickered your eyes back to his.
As if possessed, your mouths collided, inflicting a chaotic battle of tongues and teeth as your hands roamed each other's skin. With a bang, Han slammed the door shut, rattling the condiments on the counter and pinning you against the cool door as he continued to devour you. Choirs of breathy whines escaped your throats as desperation and impatience surged through your bodies. You harshly holstered your legs around his hips, forcing his thigh to wedge between your palpitating cunt. A jolted moan erupted from your lips at the contact, eyes rolling back as you broke the violent transit of kissing. Han dived for your exposed neck, littering bruising bites as his canines lightly pierced your skin. Your mouth gaped in a silent shriek as he continued his nimble ministrations, leaving a stream of red and warm-purple blotches in his wake as he pursued down, down, until he was level with your sopping pussy.
He inhaled deeply, basking in your alluring scent as a guttural groan resonated throughout his thorax. A carnal, possessive desire infatuated his being as he moistened his lips. “Mine,” he growled before licking rabid strips against your mound. A choked whine cascaded your vocals as he demolished your throbbing heat. You rutted your hips in sync with his beastly motions as your animalistic temperament consumed your entire consciousness. “Ji-Jisu-ng,” you gasped. He glanced up, his brown doe eyes glinting with need as his hand wandered between his legs, hissing in pleasure as he held his seeping cock. His grip on your waist tightened as he began to jack off, setting an undulated rapid pace. He thumbed his tip, earning a desperate mewl as more semen leaked from the angry slit. The vibrations of his vocals rippled against your clit, sprinkling your mind with a euphoric sensation. Your hips became hasty as you chanted his name like a mantra.
“Cl-cl-clos-e,” you breathly whined as your fingers intertwined in his sweaty locks, tugging and pulling at the roots, jolting a loud whimper from his mouth and spurring Han to fasten his motions. “M-me t-too,” he sighed, flinging his head back as he felt the surge of his impending release. He roughly pummelled two fingers into your wet heat, haphazardly scissoring you open, leaving you gaping and breathless. He began toying with your clit, mirroring his antics with the head of his shaft. You both elicited a loud moan at the stimulation, wildly humping your hips as you and Han chased your orgasms. “Go-nna c-cum!” you cried as you fell over the edge of tranquil bliss. Your juices squirted on Han’s hand and pleasure-ridden face, his own cum splattering against your quaking legs and the wooden door, painting it a creamy hue.
In an esurient daze, Han hungrily lapped at your sweet fluid, groaning as the taste flooded his searing tongue. You continued to rut against his mouth, gradually riding out your high. Deep, heavy, pants plagued the bathroom as both you and Han caught your breaths, the scents of your arousals pluming the air as need slowly began to itch at your veins once more. You felt a soft tap below your kneecap and peered down to see the quivering body of Han. Sat perched on his knees, eyes shimmering with a silent plea as his cock was still erected and vibrantly red as a meek whimper chorused his throat. “P-please,” he begged as water glistened his tear ducts. “N-need t-to f-uck you.” He snaked his arms around your waist before gently dragging you down, plonking you onto his cum coated lap, whining at the contact against his tingly skin.
Your limbs shook as you exhaustingly hoisted yourself above his pulsating shaft, drooling at the sight of his tip continuing to seep his semen. You wet your lips. “R-ready?” you horsley cooed. An eager nod was all you needed before you plunged his member deep into your slick chore. You both abruptly gasped, a lewd whine following suit at the sensation. You began to bounce, repeatedly pounding on his cock as the primal fog enveloped you with desire once more. Han’s jaw fell slack as his mouth gaped in silent, intoxicated bliss. Rugged pants reverberated across the confined space, your breaths mixing and intertwining with one another as you quickened your pace. You grazed your hand against his cheek, tilting his head as you pressed your lips against his, exchanging saliva in a sloppy, feverish kiss.
Han angled his face, devouring your mouth as he planted his heels against the smooth surface of the tiles and thrusted. Riveting bursts of pleasure raced throughout your bodies with each smack of your hips as he repeatedly struck your g-spot. Sparks flew in your vision, almost becoming palpable. His nails dug into your skin, embellishing them with crescent-shaped marks. Laboured whines and moans encircled the atmosphere as you teetered on the edge of utopia. “S-so c-clo-se!” Han panted, his pace now rabid in desperation to orgasm. “M-e t-too!” you cried as your wet heat clenched his twitching dick like a vise.
In a sudden lurch, Han flipped you onto your stomach, accidentally thumping the cabinetry in suit as a series of loud clatters tinkered against the counter, sink and ground. Without a care, Han continued to piston his hips into your sopping pussy, now in doggy-style. He gently raked his nails down your exposed nape to the curve of your ass, a lewd groan surging from his throat. “M-my p-pretty ba-by,” he whined as he ran his hand to the back of head and gave a firm tug on your damp hair. You gave a vehement mewl at the sensation, carving your palms with moon-like streaks. “C-cu-m-ming!” you squealed, clouded speckles blinding your vision as you came. Your juices plashed against his pulsating shaft as he gave a final cry before drowning your drenched cunt in his thick ropes of cum.
Filthy whimpers enveloped the room as Han continued to half-heartedly rut into your core. Your filled heat spasmed as overstimulation began to settle in your limbs as you gradually came down from your high, your sight becoming crystal. Once your breathing regulated a little, Han’s arms gave in and he collapsed on top of you, enveloping you in his embrace. He delicately brushed aside stray strands of your hair before placing a loving peck upon your forehead and slumping beside you. “Wow,” he wheezed after a moment’s pause, your chests heaving in exhaustion as you regained your bearings. With quaking limbs you sat up, gazing upon the tarnished bathroom as scatters of health-care and beauty products adorned the floor, some oozing liquid from its fractured encasement.
“We’ve fucked the bathroom,” you gruffly chuckled, wincing slightly as your throat felt like sandpaper. Han propped himself up and his eyes widened as a sheepish grin graced his flushed features. “My bad,” he grimaced before expelling in a coughing fit and laying back down on the cold tile as he closed his eyes and took deep, calming breaths. You glanced at him, a small smile gracing your lips before your eyes flitted to the cum-stained door, some of Han’s essence still dripping onto the tiled floor. “We should really clean that before it permanently discolours it,” you gestured to the ghastly evidence. Han merely hummed before you attempted to stand up, only to have your knees buckle and flop to the ground in exhaustion. A muffled laugh chorused from your side.
“Shut up,” you hissed. “This is your fault.” A small pout formed on your face as you softly slapped his arm in feign annoyance. Han only giggled more before he sat eye-level with you. “Sorry my love,” he grinned before pecking your pouty lips. He stood up with a groan, carefully dodging the fallen objects before returning with a damp towel and thoroughly wiped the edge of the door, chucking it in the bin afterward. “What about me?” you teasingly huffed, gesturing to your leaking pussy as a mixture of both your fluids trickled onto the floor. He playfully rolled his eyes, already retrieving another damp cloth before bending down and delicately wiping away the remnants of your cums. Your breath hitched at the cool touch, sucking on your lip to suppress any audible whimpers.
“You know,” you started after a pause as Han’s eyes flickered up to yours. “With how hard you fucked me, you probably broke my IUD in two.” A startled choking noise sounded from him as his skin ran a deeper crimson. You cackled at his response before cupping his rouged face in your hands, halting his motions as you caressed his warm cheeks. “My shy baby,” you cooed, planting a sweet kiss upon his lips. Your mouths moulded in sync as Han dropped the cloth and mirrored the kiss, sighing in contentment as he held you closer. You carefully broke the kiss, pulling back to admire his handsome features as he reclined into your palms. “I love you,” you whispered. A warm smile spread across his face as he leant in to peck your forehead. “I love you too,” he hummed, staring at you adoringly.
Suddenly, he stiffened. His face flushed a deeper crimson. You felt something prod your core. Han quickly glanced down. Then back at you. Your eyes widened. A bashful smirk adorned his face.
“Round two?”
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A/N: Heyyyyy guys I'm backkkk!!! I've been working on this fic for a while now so I hope you all enjoyed it :)) ALSO WE REACHED 100 FOLLOWS!! I'm so happy!! I can't thank you guys enough for sticking around when I haven't been posting much, it really means a lot to me :)). Have a wonderful day/night and I hope to see y’all soon <33
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oncomingnight · 8 months
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Yandere! Theoretical Physicist
Hello everyone, I hope you've been having an amazing day and night as you deserve. Last night, I watched Oppenheimer and it's my favorite movie of the whole year. It's the type of movie you just have to see in the cinema when you have the chance, the cast is absolutely phenomenal and the soundtrack is beyond incredible, as expected from Christopher Nolan. Now, time to talk writing! I decided to make this very specific original character, I don't think this post will get a ton of recognition but i just wanted to experiment a bit. I hope you all enjoy and never hesitate to send me a request or talk to me in my ask box. I'm here for you all :)!
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Every child is naturally curious, constantly grasping at everything and questioning subjects adults have long learned about. But Hans was a particularly curious little boy, asking extremely specific and quizzing questions, stunning his parents that couldn't even muster up a joking answer. This behavior perfectly explained the educational and career path he chose later on in life.
Your husband was a highly renowned man, but that never changed his outlook on life. He was still the charming and disgustingly romantic man that hid a surprise bouquet of roses behind his back each time the two of you had a date night.
Hans isn't ignorant towards his obsessive behavior, he's known for obsessing over his theories so being overly attached to you isn't something he's particularly concerned about. You're his wife...who isn't obsessed with their wife?
Well, other women and men have no effect on him romantically or egotistically, so, sometimes when other people brag about their spouses he's just sitting there like:
"Mhm. Well, yesterday my wife-"
His friends will invite him out for drinks and will try to get him to stay till midnight and he will immediately reject. "Yeah, no, I've gotta get home to the wife."
There's nothing he loves more than eating dinner with you in his office. The atmosphere is messy, ink-stained paper, pens misplaced, discontinued files, but you make it seem like the most peaceful room in the world with your presence. As much as he enjoys his job, it's nice to get away from thinking about such grand things and relaxing with the loveliest woman to ever live.
You.
As he's giving speeches in governmental spaces, he looks for your eyes to find a piece of solace. At times his thoughts can get a bit scattered when he's in front of large crowds, so, your companionship is everything he'll ever need to keep him in check.
There's a running rumor that all theoretical physicists eventually snap and go crazy. For him, this isn't necessarily true..?
I'm a liar.
Well, he has done questionable things to many people that he has and still considers threats. He's put them through extricating "experiments" in the basement at the bottom of your shared victorian home. Experiments aren't necessarily his forte but he'll take any excuse to teach those people a life long lesson.
One night, the two of you were at a birthday party in the home of another highly renowned scientist, a friend of his. Hans decided to leave your side for not even a full minute to go and grab a plate of food for you. He rarely leaves your side but when he just so happens to do so, a random nobody trying to make a name of themselves walks over and attempts to sweep you off your feet.
Oblivious to their flirting, you participate in the conversation with friendly, simple and curt dialogue. What you don't notice is Hans staring at the two of you from the kitchen that is on the other side of the room. He was absolutely furious. On the rare occurrence he leaves you alone, someone comes and takes advantage of the situation for their filthy desires.
He walks on over with a tray filled with tea cakes, tiramisu cubes, mini crepe cakes and cheesecake bars. He wraps his free hand around your waist, squeezes and sternly asks:
"And you are?" The way Hans purposefully makes himself look more intimidating than he already is results in the third party to feel like an immediate outsider, causing them to blurt their name then scurry away.
You harmlessly tease him about being a bit jealous which ignites his dimple ridden smile before he smoothly remarks:
"Please tell me, Bärchen, would that be so terrible? You can't blame a man for fighting to keep a woman like you."
He'd be so entranced as he watched you get ready for any occasion. Putting on moisturizing cream? He's sitting with his face in his palm and observing. Slipping a dress on? He's watching with a teasing smile before offering to help.
He'll see you getting ready, slowly walk up to you as he gently runs his veiny hands up and down your arms before leaning his head onto your shoulder and whispering:
"You look so beautiful, but I'm sure you know that already, hm? Let me help you." "You know how that ends, Hans. We can't run late this time, what about your speech?" "They can wait for me. Let a man show his adoration, m'kay?"
Even when the two of you live together, he finds a way to hide gifts around the house so he can surprise you with them at the right time. There doesn't even have to be a special occasion for him to show up with an edible arrangement, a beautifully boxed gift and a bouquet of yellow roses.
He had to work long and hard to get to the place he's in today, to get the recognition he deserved. He uses his money in an incredibly smart manner. Purchasing new decor for the house and...you might not guess it....booking trips and spoiling you with presents and trinkets.
He never really flaunts the amount of money he has in public, but, your wedding costed an immense amount and he was unapologetic about it. Hans knew you deserved the royal-like marriage celebration you'd always dreamed of, and he was eager to deliver.
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This post was inspired by a German actor that I have an IMMENSE crush on. His name is Matthias Schweighöfer (the blondie)
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butterfirefly · 1 year
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Novel spoilers for ORV
Host: Greetings! Today, we're blessed with not three, but four beloved MCs. Give it up for our newest member, Lloyd Frontera! Mr. Lloyd, would you like to introduce yourself? Lloyd: [gets distracted upon seeing Dokja] Hey. You're that guy from Solo Max-level Newbie right? We're on the same pirate ship. Cale and Yoojin: [starts snickering] Dokja: No. Lloyd: How to Live as a Villain? Dokja:No. Lloyd: Aha! [snaps fingers] TEIO? Cale and Yoojin: [dying of laughter] Host: [struggling to keep a straight face on] Our esteemed Demon King of Salvation is actually from Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint. Now please, just get to the introduction so we can start our game. Lloyd: Ahem. [leans into his mic and suddenly becomes serious] Would any of you be interested in ondol flooring? Cale: [disinterestedly] I live in a mansion with proper heating. Yoojin: [smugly] I sleep next to a human furnace. Dokja: [deadpan] I'm perpetually lying in a hospital bed. I don't need any kind of flooring. Lloyd: Is that so? Then I've lost interest. [starts walking towards the exit] Host: You can't leave! This is the Christmas special! Lloyd: Who cares? Host: The-there's a prize money at the end! Lloyd: [zooms back to his quiz podium] Then what are we waiting for? Let's go. Host: [muttering] I hate my job. [switches to game show voice] Welcome, everyone, to Christmas Quizzes with the Sacrifice Whizzes! Today, we'll be testing these four walking cries for help- Quartet: Hey! Host: to see which of them knows Christmas the best. I'll be giving them a description along with the first letter of a word/s related to Christmas, and whoever answers correctly gets a point. The first who earns 4 points wins. Cale: Good. This'll be simple. [unknowingly raising a flag as usual] Host: First question! What's a word that starts with the letter Y and is related to December 25th? Yoojin: [buzzer] Yoohyun! Host: Wrong. Lloyd: Who the ■■■■ is Yoohyun? Cale: It's his brother. Ignore him. Host: Anyone else wanna give it a shot? Lloyd: [buzzer] Yuletide. Host: Correct! 1 point for Mr. Lloyd Frontera. Next question: What's a four letter word that starts with S and is-. Yoojin, Dokja, and Lloyd: [simultaneous buzzer] Scam! Host: How is that even related to Christmas?! Yoojin: You mean no one's ever tried to scam you during the holidays when people get their bonuses? Host: That has no- haaa. You know what? You guys are right, depressingly enough. 1 point for all- No, wait. Just 3. Cale, why didn't you answer? I would've thought you'd think the same. Cale: [draped over his podium] I'm too lazy and rich to participate. Host: Fair enough. Next question! What's the word that starts with a letter P that a child dreams of- Dokja: [buzzer] Patricide. Host: Of receiving, Mr. Kim Dokja, not committing. And please, let's keep this PG for the audience, okay? Lloyd: [presses his buzzer while eyeing Dokja warily] Presents. Host:Thank you. I-I mean... wonderful! Another point for Mr. Lloyd Frontera. I sincerely hope you can answer the next one so we can all go home. Next question, and this one is the easiest: Christmas Day is said to be the birthday of who? Sta- Yoojin: [buzzer] Han Yoohyun!!! Lloyd:Jesus Christ. Host: Correct! Lloyd Frontera wins! [throws him a bag of gold coins] Program's over. Goodbye. Yoojin: But he didn't even press the buzzer!
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blu-joons · 1 year
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When He Finds Out Another Member Used To Be Your Bias ~ Stray Kids Reaction
Bang Chan:
There was a knowing smile on Chan’s face as soon as he found the old album that you had, expecting to open it up and see him. As he did so, a photocard of Jeongin stared back at him, much to his confusion.
“I was chuffed when I got that one.”
Chan looked back to you with a surprised expression, unable to believe what he was hearing. “You were happy you got Jeongin? He wasn’t your bias by any chance, was he?”
“Was,” you highlighted, feeling nervous under Chan’s stare, “but since then I’ve definitely got myself a new bias.”
You could the scepticism in the way that Chan looked back at you. “I can go to work you know and find an old copy of this album that has my photocard in it instead.”
“Why would I need that when I have the actual you here?” You questioned, unintentionally irritating Chan even more.
“Because that way you have my photocard and not Jeongin’s,” he smirked back across at you, “that’s what’s important.”
“A human is better than a photo Chan.”
Lee Know:
Your eyes silently pleaded with Minho as you watched Seungmin walk into the studio, catching Minho adjusting in his chair. You were desperate for silence, but there was no way Minho was giving you that.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
As soon as Seungmin asked the question you knew that it gave Minho the green light. “Did you know that you used to be Y/N’s bias? Back when she didn’t know any of us.”
“Is that true?” Seungmin quizzed, meeting your eyes with a shy smile on his face. “Of all of us…I was your favourite?”
You wanted the ground to swallow you up as both of the boys looked across at you. “You should see the things that Y/N used to say to her friends about you, Seungmin.”
“I dread to think,” Seungmin sniggered, full of confidence all of a sudden. “I bet that hurts you too, right Minho?”
“My pride is dented,” he admitted in reply, “at least I know that I’m going to have to keep an eye on the two of you now.”
“It’s alright, I’m not the favourite anymore.”
 Changbin:
Your hands came over your eyes, peering through your fingers as Changbin told you he had something interesting to show you. The last thing you expected to see was your old Tumblr, cringing at the sight.
“How do you know that’s mine?”
Changbin’s eyes rolled, your stuttering voice quickly giving your game away. “I’ve seen all of the gushing comments that you used to write about Felix on here.”
“I’ve not used that for a long time,” you tried to explain to Changbin, but he wasn’t having any of it as a laugh came from him.
A questionable expression appeared on Changbin’s face as you replied, “are you sure? You’re not secretly on this account whilst I’m busy at the studio, are you?”
“Don’t be stupid,” you chuckled back across at him, “you know full well that you are definitely my bias in the group these days.”
“Make sure it stays that way too,” Changbin jokingly scolded, “I can’t be having Felix thinking that he’s your favourite.”
“He isn’t, my favourite is you now.”
Hyunjin:
Your head hung low as you listened to your parents talk to Hyunjin, knowing where the conversation was going. You waited and waited until the piece of information you feared spilled out of your father’s mouth.
“She used to really like Han, I think.”
You felt Hyunjin’s eyes on you straight away as he tried to hold back the laughter that threatened. “You told me that I was your favourite ever since you discovered us.”
“I mean for a long time you were my second favourite,” you tried to justify, sinking down quickly in the seat you sat in.
A gasp came from Hyunjin, almost offended at your reply. “I was your second favourite? Maybe it should be Jisung that you’re dating rather than me in that case.”
“Don’t be dramatic,” you warned him before turning your attention to your father. “Why couldn’t you just be quiet?”
“I’m just being honest with him,” your dad told you, “you shouldn’t be keeping any secrets from your boyfriend Y/N.”
“I can’t believe you dropped me in it.”
Han:
Your eyes widened as Jisung showed you what he had found online, an old photo of you and Chan from when you attended one of the group’s very first fan meets, wide smiles on both of your faces together.
“How on earth did you find that?”
Jisung shrugged as he placed the laptop with the photo on down in front of you. “I’m not going to give my sources away to you, you can’t change the subject now.”
“I forgot that even existed,” you whispered, unable to meet Jisung’s eyes, “look at how different I look then and now.”
Jisung’s head shook as you tried to divert him yet again, “instead of what why don’t we talk about the fact that it looks like Chan used to be your favourite member.”
“Did I not mention this to you before?” You asked him, knowing full well that it had always been a secret of yours from Jisung.
“I think I’d remember if you told me something as big as this,” he retorted, “do you know the damage this will do to my ego?”
“I’m sure you’ll survive, it can be our secret.”
Felix:
You poked Felix’s arm as you watched Minho walk out of the room, debating with yourself for a few moments. As Felix’s eyes looked across at you though, you knew that you needed to start talking to him.
“You know I used to bias Minho.”
The smile on Felix’s face dropped as he listened to what you had to say, “how come you’ve never told me this before? We see him every day and I never knew about this.”
“I wasn’t quite sure when the right time to tell you would be,” you admitted, “it’s a bit of a weird thing to confess too.”
Felix immediately started to nod in agreement with you, “all this time I always thought I was the one for you, but I had to compete with some other guy instead.”
“I didn’t compare,” you tried to explain to Felix, “once I met you I knew that Minho wasn’t going to be my bias anymore.”
“How soon?” Felix then enquired, “how quickly did you realise that I was so much better for you than Minho was?”
“In a flash, like you wouldn’t believe.”
Seungmin:
There was a smirk on Seungmin’s face as he turned the photo around in his hands to show you what he had found whilst helping you. You’d forgotten all about the photo, finding yourself flustered just next to him.
“Is that Changbin in that photo?”
Seungmin’s head shook at the innocent tone of your voice. “Don’t act clueless with me, you know full well that this is Changbin, and you, in this photo together.”
“I mean it’s old,” you mumbled, taking a step back as Seungmin came towards you with an expectant smile on his face.
The corners of Seungmin’s smile turned up, “you can’t just say it’s old and ignore the photo. How come you never searched for me like this to be able to take a photo?”
“Because back then I liked Changbin,” you admitted, stunning Seungmin, “he was the one that I was always searching for.”
“Changbin?” Seungmin asked you in confusion, “of all the members you chose Changbin? What was wrong with you? How was he better?”
“We can go back to those days if you want.”
I.N:
You didn’t quite know where to look as Jeongin passed you his phone to show you the tweets that he had been sent from many of his fans. Your smile was soft as you felt his firm stare watching over you intently.
“They’re from years ago really.”
Jeongin’s head shook as he took the phone back from you, “it seems that you used to be quite a big fan of Hyunjin, you kept that one pretty quiet from me, didn’t you Y/N?”
“I forgot all about Hyunjin,” you whispered, beginning to shrink in stature. “The important thing is that my bias has changed.”
A raise of the eyebrows came from Jeongin as he listened to you, “are you sure that you don’t have to say that because I’m your boyfriend and you don’t want to upset me?”
“It’s true,” you quickly insisted, holding onto his arm. “I promise that Hyunjin hasn’t been my bias ever since I met you.”
“I’ll have to keep an eye on you from now on,” Jeongin joked, resting his hand over yours, “who knows what you’ll do with Hyunjin.”
“I’m not going to do anything, don’t be stupid.”
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playbucky · 8 months
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Dove.
You and Natasha have been friends since kids, along the lines you meet the dagger squad and of course fell for the handsome and cocky Hangman, who wouldn’t? Unfortunately you’re relationship was meant to be, but now your back for Nat’s wedding. Will sparks ignite again or will the problems still be there? Characters – Nat, Hangman, Reader, Bradley. Word Count – 2.1k
‘Nat?’ ‘You’ve been a while, you okay?’ You asked, she was still silent, you looked back to the shop staff and your two other friends who looked bored. ‘I’m coming in.’ You announced, you pulled the curtain back and stepped in, Nat turned to you in the ugliest dress you saw, you know whose choice it was. ‘Oh god,’ you gasped, a hand came up to cover your mouth, ‘Why do you listen to her?’ You quizzed, Nat shrugged as she lifted the extra fabric up then let it drop as her shoulders slumped. ‘Stops her from moaning.’ She commented, you arched an eyebrow. ‘Nat, they’re both sat out there more interested in their nails.’ You informed her, she pursed her lips. ‘They better not ruin them.’ She stated, since you had all sat the day before in the nail salon, hearing them complain about their lives and how they couldn’t wait to settle down themselves. ‘If they do it’s their own fault, no one is going to be looking at them.’ You stepped closer, careful not to stand on the dress, ‘everyone will be focused on you and the person your about to spend your life with.’ You reminded her as you lifted her hand up, revealing the golden ring that sat on her finger. ‘I’m glad you’re here for this, I think I might loose my mind.’ Nat admitted to you, you scrunched your nose up as you shook your head. ‘It’s what friends do.’ You replied. ‘Now go out an show them the dress, then when you come back I’ll have a dress picked out for you.’ You told her as you opened the curtain, she smiled and nodded before she stepped around you and left the fitting room. You allowed her to walk into the viewing room, you heard them gasp at her and complement her, you shook your head before you turned to the dresses. Taking a deep breath you carefully moved the delicate materials before you stopped. The dress was soft to touch, pulling it from the rack you hung it up to get a better look. The material had a built in corset, just enough to give Nat some added shape, the gown dropped to the floor loosely, the shape coming together from the curved top from the corset. The fabric had been bunched over the corset to lower the neckline and the same fabric had been used to create the sleeves. With a smile you lifted it up and pulled it into the fitting room, you stood to the side as Nat shuffled back in. ‘You need help?’ You asked, she motioned to the zip that ran down the length of her back. ‘It’s the one hanging up, I’ll step out and let you slip it on, shout me back in to do the zip.’ You told her as you undid the zip on the current dress, she looked at you in the mirror and nodded. ‘Y/N?’ Nat called, you pulled the curtain back and stopped. The dress fitted her perfectly, even from coming off the rack, you kept your face as neutral as you could as you entered the cramped room and pulled the curtain back over. ‘What do you think?’ You asked her, you watched as a shit eating grin took over her face. ‘I love it.’ She admitted, you let your own smile take over. ‘You have a magic touch.’ She added, you shook your head. ‘Want me to place the veil in to see if it suits it?’ You quizzed, she nodded and clasped her hands together. You turned and carefully picked up the veil that the store had given Nat earlier in the session, you carefully stepped around the small train and placed the veil on her head. You stepped to the side and watched as she pulled it over her arms, it stopped just short of her wrists. If it as possible she smiled wider and almost jumped up and down. ‘It’s my dress.’ She admitted and let out a little squeal. ‘So where’s the bride to be?’ A voice called out, you froze at how familiar it was. ‘Hangman’s here?’ You asked her, she winced and bent over to check her phone. ‘He’s early.’ She pointed out and looked at her reflection, you nodded. ‘Need me to distract him so he doesn’t blab to Brad?’ You asked, she gave you a tight smile in the mirror. ‘Please.’ She almost begged, she didn’t want to make you uncomfortable with what happened between the two of you. ‘I am the maid of honour for a reason.’ You informed her, she smiled and you pulled the curtain out and stepped out, taking a deep breath before you looked to the seating area. ‘She’s busy Hangman.’ You said, his head snapped to you as he ignored whatever Sammi had asked him, by the way her bottom lip stuck out. ‘Dove, never knew you’d be here.’ He said, you crossed your hands over your chest. ‘You’d think I’d miss my best friends wedding?’ You asked, he raised a shoulder. ‘I know you’ve got a busy lifestyle, and with you your own wedding on the horizon.’ He said, well now you knew that Nat hadn’t texted Brad yet. ‘Oh she’s not getting married anymore.’ Hazel stated, you closed your eyes and sighed, Jake raised an eyebrow. ‘You’re not?’ He asked, you shook your head. ‘Nope.’ You replied, sending a glare towards Hazel who simply shrugged her shoulders. ‘I’m ready.’ Nat appeared beside you, she glanced between you and Sammi before you turned to her. ‘You chose your dress?’ Hangman asked, she nodded and smiled widely. Sammi and Hazel stood from the couch, squeals escaping their lips as you stepped back, they wrapped their arms around Nat’s shoulders. ‘Oh we knew you loved it so much, Roo Roo will love you in it.’ Sammi said, Hangman caught your attention as he asked a silent question, you shook your head. He looked relieved, you dipped your head to hide the chuckle that escaped you.
‘I don’t want to push but why’d you call the wedding off?’ Jake asked, you were sitting to the side whilst Bradley and Nat talked to the event manager, they had to make sure that everything was going to be set up. ‘To quote someone when we were sixteen, most men are trash.’ You crossed your arms over your chest as you twisted your neck to look at him. ‘He cheated on you?’ He asked, you hummed. ‘Five year relationship down the line because he couldn’t keep it in his pants.’ You stated, you grabbed the glass of water, the condensation rolled down the side. ‘Took you as the forgiving type.’ Jake said, you pursed your lips and tapped the glass with your nail. ‘Oh I did the first time, but when you walk in and find him bent over the same girl for the second time the limit is reached.’ You explained, Jake looked angry as his jaw popped when you looked at him. ‘Shit.’ He breathed. ‘Yeah.’ You agreed with him. ‘So whys Hazel and Sammi here, thought the two of you stopped talking to them?’ He asked to change the subject, you nodded. ‘Their mum’s went to Nat’s mum so Nat couldn’t say no.’ You explained, Jake’s face twisted at the childish behaviour the pair always seemed to act. ‘They better not ruin it for them.’ Jake stated, you ‘They won’t.’ You said confidently, he raised an eyebrow at you, ‘I have my ways.’ ‘What locking them in a closet?’ He quizzed, you tilted your head. ‘Ehh, similar to that.’
‘This isn’t the dress that we chose.’ They said, you grip tightened around the champagne glass, you noticed Nat brush her hands over her waist. Panic was setting in her head and they weren’t helping her. You swigged the last of the pale yellow liquid before you sat the glass down and stood up. ‘Enough.’ You snapped, Hazel and Sammi jumped and looked at you with wide eyes. ‘Out.’ You said. ‘But we-,’ Name started, you held your hand up. ‘Out, Nat needs some rest before she walks down the aisle.’ You told them, they looked at you, then her before they looked at each other. ‘What should we do?’ Hazel asked, you looked at them shocked. ‘I don’t know, use your own brains for once instead of hiding behind your mummy’s.’ You informed them, tapping the side of your own head. They looked at you and scoffed before they stomped out the room, the door slammed behind them. You heard Nat exhale as you turned to her and gave her a smile. ‘Thank you.’ She said, you gave her a smile but noticed the look appear over her face as she took herself in again. ‘Are you sure you want to do this?’ You asked her, her eyes snapped up to meet your through the mirror. ‘Yes, I want to marry him.’ She replied, you nodded. ‘I’m not saying you don’t but the pair of you can run, go get married at the courthouse or something.’ You suggested as you gave her a shrug. ‘We’d need two witnesses.’ She commented, you titled your head to the side as you narrowed your eyes. ‘I’ll drag Jake if need be,’ you told her, the corner of her lips curled up, ‘this day is about you, Nat, you and Bradley, you’re about to become husband and wife.’ You continued. ‘No one else should have a say, they aren’t entering the marriage with you.’ You reminded her, she nodded as she listened to what you were saying. ‘If you want me to pull a car up, sneak you and Bradley out and drive you away, I will.’ You told her, you gestured to your rucksack that had all the odd bits hidden inside. ‘Y/N?’ Nat asked, you looked at her. ‘Yes?’ You questioned. ‘I’ll walk down the aisle.’ She said, you raised your hands and smiled widely. ‘Good.’ You replied. ‘Just one thing.’ She turned to you, the dress swirled around her ankles. ‘Shoot.’ You stepped forward to make sure that she was steady. ‘You still love him.’ She stated, more than quizzed you. ‘Who?’ You quizzed. ‘Jake?’ She asked, you fell silent and she looked worried. ‘Yeah.’ You admitted, her smile appeared again. ‘You gonna tell him?’ Nat asked, you pressed your lips together in a smile. ‘Nope.’ You said. ‘Why not?’ She quizzed. ‘It’s your day, I can’t declare love for anyone when you and Bradley are about to do it.’ You reminded her, hers eyes brightened at the thought. ‘We know we love each other, you and Jake in the other hand don’t,’ she said, ‘plus Bradley’s probably having the same talk with him right now.’ She stated, you noticed the way her eyes darted away from you. ‘Nat?’ You asked, she refused to make eye contact with you. ‘Yes.’ She replied. ‘Please don’t tell me the pair of you have been planning this?’ You quizzed, she shook her head. ‘We haven’t.’ She quickly said, your eyebrows shot up. ‘Seriously, it kinda happened after Hangman drunkenly admitted that he loved you on the stag do.’ She explained, you closed your eyes and sighed whilst you shook your head. ‘You’re going to be trouble, I can tell.’ You said, a hand coming up to pinch the bridge of your nose.
‘Y/N, can I have a word with you?’ Jake asked, he placed a hand on your exposed shoulder, you looked up at him and nodded. ‘Sure.’ You followed Jake, you pushed up from your seat and followed him, he offered you his arm which you gratefully took. Jake guided around the patrons before he pushed a heavy door open, you stepped through and he allowed it to shut, the noise muffled. He continued to walk you until you were outside, the cool breeze welcome after the stuffy reception hall. Jake dropped your hand from his and walked in front of you, you watched his green eyes dart every where before they landed on yours as he took a deep breath. ‘I l-,’ he stuttered, you panicked. ‘No.’ You quickly said, he looked panicked but you shook your head. ‘I know where this is going, Brad told you the same as Nat told me, but please not tonight.’ You looked at him and placed a hand on his chest, ‘I feel the same trust me, but I just want to celebrate them tonight, can we do that?’ You asked, he smiled and nodded. ‘Yeah.’ ‘You can do a big dance number and everything tomorrow.’ You joked, he chuckled and nodded. ‘Promise?’ He teased, you tilted your head to the side. ‘Promise.’ ‘Come on, I want to dance.’ You said, you hand dropped down and you intertwined your fingers with his before you dragged him away.
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svngiem-remade · 1 year
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CRAVING YOU | hjs
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🧸 pairing. han jisung + gn!reader
synopsis. work, barely eat, repeat. your boyfriend's routine hasn't been the best lately, and you missed him, so a surprise late-night visit after the end of your shift seemed like an amazing idea to spend some time together.
🌙 wc. 1.6k | au. idol!au; established relationship; fluff; suggestive
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How much time had passed since he had properly slept? A week? Two? Maybe more - he couldn't even recall the softness of his bed or the taste of something that wasn't instant ramen or iced americano. He just wanted to abandon all of his duties and go over to your apartment to cuddle with you until late afternoon, but all he could think about were the borderline catastrophic consequences if he actually decided to do that.
First, he had so many college assignments to complete, and he wasn't even halfway finished with them; all he did for the past hours was open a new document, write the title, a couple of keywords and... nothing else - his brain was completely fried, but still, he couldn't take a break. A few days ago he promised Chan to listen to a track he had recently made and fix it, since the older one couldn't pinpoint exactly what he didn't like about it and wanted an outside opinion. Plus, a really important exam was due in a couple of days, and fuck did he not feel ready for it - when he tried quizzing himself he just stuttered and trembled nervously, everything he studied flying out his open window.
If all this didn't already feel heavy enough on his shoulders, he also hated how much he had been neglecting you lately, who had been nothing but understanding with him. You were just too sweet for your own good and he almost felt like crying whenever you sent him selfies, updates on what you were doing that day and encouraging messages every few hours. He craved your presence so much, it hurt him physically.
He sighed and shook his head, realising he had been wasting too much time overthinking. He gazed at the little clock on his laptop's display, which signed 4.26 am, and immediately got back to work, deciding to switch to fixing Chan's track - just thinking about going back to his assignments made him want to throw up. He plugged his headphones into his laptop and started playing the song, which surprisingly had very relaxing and soft tunes. Shit, this isn't good. He already felt his eyelids getting heavier, no matter how many sips of coffee he had drank or how many times he had rubbed his eyes, and without even realising, he fell asleep on his chair.
With that, the tapping sound on the keyboard was replaced by quiet snores, and the faint relaxing music kept playing on repeat in his ears, which prevented him from hearing his vibrating phone on the desk showing his incoming messages.
[5.02am] — hey baby, would you mind opening the door? I'm freezing here [5.05am] — u there? [5.06am] — I really hope ur sleeping rn and not blatantly ignoring me. Sorry in advance for taking ur spare key. See u soon ;^
You quietly opened the door and stepped into the dark living room, almost tripping over one of the boys' shoes while trying to get yours off. After calling them all the names you could think of mentally, you finally walked towards your boyfriend's room, pouting when you noticed the light was on from the bottom of the door. Is he up again at this time? He's so getting yelled at tomorrow.
“Baby?” you whispered while opening the door as slowly as possible, taking a peek inside and almost melting when you noticed a sound asleep Jisung on his leather chair looking extremely fluffy, cuddly and adorable.
Tip-toeing inside his room and closing the door behind you, you took out your phone and sneakily snapped a picture of him, deciding to set it as your background later. You smiled and set the food you made for him on his desk, admiring his relaxed and peaceful expression, before deciding to wake him up - it mustn't have been comfortable sleeping in that position, most likely with an empty stomach, you thought.
You started pecking him softly all over his face - first his fluffy cheeks, then trailing up to his nose and forehead while taking his headphones off and stopping the music, “Ji? Love? Come on, wake up. I brought you homemade food.” you murmured when he wouldn't budge. You frowned and stood up straight again, running your fingers through his blond hair mindlessly while thinking of a way to wake him up.
You grinned and turned to the containers full of kimchi jjigae and bulgogi which were still hot, and opened them to let their delicious scent reach him - and it, unsurprisingly, started to wake him up. He stirred and stretched before opening his eyes fully, looking around confused until he saw you hovering over him, which made him widen his eyes. You saw him pucker his bottom lip as if he was going to cry at any moment, sliding even closer to you with his chair and hugging your torso tightly. “I'd get up to hug you properly, but 'm too tired to do that, 'm sorry.” he groggily mumbled against your tummy, pecking it all over.
Giggling at his cuteness and the ticklish sensation, you ran a hand on his cold bicep and the other over his cheek “Doesn't matter baby. I missed you so much. Just seeing you is enough for me.” you said, looking at him when you felt him staring up at you.
His eyes were teary as his hands pulled you even closer, making you stand in between his open legs, “I missed you much much more, but aren't you mad at me? I'm so sorry for negl-” he started saying, but you immediately stopped him.
“I'm only mad at you because you haven't been sleeping or eating properly, Ji. I know what you have to do is important.” you stated, stroking his cheeks and hair gently. “How about we catch up while you eat something? I made all this for you and I'm afraid it'll get cold if you don't dig in soon.” you suggested when you noticed his gaze was still unconvinced, though fortunately he smiled widely and happily took up on your offer.
Sitting next to each other on his bed, you stared at him as he stuffed his cheeks with the food you made, feeling extremely happy since it seemed like he was enjoying it “Is it any good, baby?” you asked, and he turned to look at you with the most offended face you'd ever seen him wear.
“Are you kidding me, jagiya? This is amazing! You know I love your cooking as much as you.” he sang, making you chuckle.
“Maybe more, since you woke up immediately when you sniffed it with your cute little nose, but you wouldn't budge when I tried to wake you up with my kisses.” you teased, feeling kind of sad at your failed romantic awakening attempt. He pouted and put the almost empty container on his nightstand while gulping down whatever he was munching, shifting closer to you and kissing your temple lovingly as an apology.
You felt your cheeks warm up at his sweet gesture, though you brought your knees in front of you to ball yourself up and rested your head on them with your head turned towards Jisung, who was staring at you, “Go kiss that bulgogi, you seem to like it more than me anyways.” you joked.
He furrowed his brows and scoffed “That's not trueeee, stop itttt.” he whined, lightly pushing you.
“It is though.” you grinned as he rolled his eyes.
“No, it's not.”
“Yeah, it is.”
“NoOooOoOo.” he kept whining, and you giggled, not realising he was now hovering over you.
“Y-.” before you could finish, he pressed his lips against yours, successfully shutting you up, his warm and skilful lips making you forget about what you were talking about. Jisung moved his hands to the back of your head, gripping your hair gently while you stretched out your legs to get more comfortable, stroking his cheeks and waist in the meantime.
He swept his tongue on your bottom lip slowly, as if wanting to taste you after all that time spent apart, before finally pushing it between your parted lips, causing you both to moan. No matter how many times you had already kissed, made out or made love, it was never enough - the more you did it, the more you craved one another.
You let out a needy whine when he pressed his weight on top of you, which ignited the fire inside of him even more, as he slid a hand under your sweater to touch the body he'd been longing for for weeks, ecstasy clouding his mind. In between the kisses that were getting sloppier and messier by the minute, you mumbled your worries, “Mmh, baby, you need to sleep, you're exhausted.” but he couldn't care less - he needed to feel you close.
He scowled and pulled you closer, moving from your lips to your neck to start working on painting the blank canvas with his loads of love bites, “Don't wanna.”
Moaning when he started suckling on your sweet spot and running his big hands over your sensitive body parts, your will to actually make him stop and go to sleep started quickly drifting away “I'm not here to tire you out even more. Plus, what if you fall asleep in the middle of it?” you breathlessly said while he removed your sweater.
He playfully bit your now easily accessible collarbones before leaning slightly back and looking you deeply in the eyes, adoration mixed with mischief and lust pouring out of them “Mh, I promise you I won't, baby.” he winked and dipped his head down to continue his mission to make the both of you feel good to make up for lost time.
Maybe he really did love you more than bulgogi, after all.
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kpopimaginings · 1 year
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Stray Kids Reaction (Maknae Line) - Finding you after/during an attempt - Part 2
A/N: I definitely didn’t cry while writing these... I promise there is fluff and happiness by the end!
These are just as long as the hyung line ones, so please enjoy!
Hyung line: Part 1 - Part 2
Maknae line: Part 1 - Part 2
Han
The moments respite Han got whilst gently cradling you in his arms didn't last long. Your mood flipped again, and you began fighting to get back to the bathroom. Luckily, Han's reaction was quick enough that he tightened his grip on you before you escaped his lap. He clung on to you desperately as you started to scream and claw at his arms.
"Get off of me," you yelled as you wriggled and scratched, trying your hardest to escape him.
Han simply locked his arms around you, face pressed against your back as he held back tears. You had begun hurling verbal abuse at him as he stopped you returning to the pills.
"This isn't her," he thought to himself. "This isn't Y/n. She's not well, she doesn't mean it."
All he had to do was hold on until the paramedics arrived. Then they could help. He grasped you tightly as he prayed the ambulance wouldn't be too much longer. He loved you and you loved him and there was no way you meant what you were saying, right?
By the time the ambulance arrived, Han was little more than a broken shell of himself, sobbing as he restrained you. They quickly took over for him, eventually administering a sedative when it became clear you weren't snapping out of your manic episode.
You were both loaded into the ambulance, one of the responders monitoring you closely as the other sat with Han, questioning him about what had happened and what he knew of your mental health history. The more he was asked, however, the shallower his breath became. Eventually spotting the signs of a panic attack in the poor boy, they stopped quizzing him and comforted him as best they good while he held tightly on to your hand.
Once at the hospital, you were whisked off to a private room and Han was warned there may be a couple of days before you could receive visitors. He was offered some counselling, but he knew at that point, he didn't have it in him to go over the evenings events again, so, after leaving his contact details, he started to trudge back to the dorms.
As he walked along the now dark streets he could feel his phone buzzing like crazy in his pocket. Knowing that it was far too early for the hospital to be calling with an update about you, he ignored it. Quite simply, he didn't have the desire or energy to talk to anyone.
Unknowingly walking past the dorms he was heading for, the sound of Seungmin's voice snapped him out of his daze.
"Hyung!" the younger called, jogging over to him. "Where on Earth have you been? We've been calling all night, out searching for you-"
Getting close enough to see the expression on your boyfriend's face was enough to cut Seungmin off, now more worried than when they didn't know where he was.
"It's ok, hyung, we were just worried about you," Min's tone was now soft and comforting. "You suddenly disappeared and it's unlike you to not answer your phone, what happened?"
Han's mouth opens and closes a few times as he searches for the right words, before he broke down again. If not for his dongsaengs fast reflexes, he would have crumpled to the floor right there in street. Luckily, Seungmin was able to support him enough to half carry, half drag his now crying hyung up to their dorm.
After a quick call to those still out hunting for him all 7 seven boys were sat in the living room huddled round Han. He was curled up in the middle of the sofa bundled up in his weighted blanket. It was one that you'd bought for him so that when he was on tour, away from you, and wanted your hugs he could snuggle in that instead.
Lee Know had also managed to wrap himself around Han, trying to hug away all the pain as Jisung did his best to tell them what had happened.
"It's going to be okay Jisung, Y/n is being taken care of by the doctors and we’re all going to make sure she gets the help she needs."
"That’s right, hyung. We’re all here for both of you."
"It’s not going to be easy but she’s going to get through this, and so are you."
Han barely registered the voices around him, he wasn’t even sure which of his members was speaking. All he could do was stare down at the mug of tea in his hands. He thinks Felix gave it to him, but even that is foggy; it’s long gone cold, but he can’t seem to put it down. At that point though, looking around the room wouldn't have helped his anxiety. Despite the encouraging and comforting words, the worried faces of his brothers would have made him worse.
At some point in the night exhaustion took over and Han fell into a restless sleep. The rest of the boys stayed with him in the living room, sleeping on the sofa or the floor trying to comfort him with their presence. Any other night it would be a peaceful, heart-warming scene, but tonight a deep sadness permeated the room.
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A few days later, Han finally got the call from the hospital that he could visit you. Immediately, Lee Know offered to drive him down and make sure he was ok. Stood outside your room with a racing heart and shallow breaths, Han couldn't have been more grateful to have support.
"Hyung? What if she's still mad at me?" Han managed to ask as he took some deep breaths.
"You know she won't be. You're the one who told us she wasn't herself. She might not even remember it from what you told us," Lee Know comforted.
Han nodded as he took another deep breath, staring at the door in front of him.
"She'll want to see you as much as you want to see her," the older added, with a comforting hand on Han's shoulder. "You can do this."
With a definitive nod, Han finally stepped through the door.
"Jagiya?" he said as he entered, seeing you resting in bed.
"Jisungie," you replied, smiling and reaching out for him.
He approached, taking your hand in his, relief filling him at the simple skin ship he had missed so much.
"How are you?" you asked him.
"I think I'm meant to be asking you that, you're the one in a hospital bed," he smiled softly.
"I know, but, I'm so sorry. They told me what happened, and I can't apologise enough. I can't even begin to imagine what this has done to you."
By the way his gaze faltered and the fact that he couldn't quite meet your eyes, you knew you were right.
"Are you ok?" you asked again.
"Well, I've been better, but I've got the boys. They've dealt with my anxiety attacks before so they know how to look after me," he assured you. "Now you. How are you?"
"I don't know," you admitted. "I'll be honest, I've been focussed on you and wanting to make sure you were ok, because I just... I don't really remember what happened, so I don't really know what I'm feeling or what my brain is doing."
"Why didn't you tell me it had gotten so bad?"
"I didn't realise. That's never happened before."
"Promise you weren't hiding it from me because you didn't want to trigger me," Han pleaded.
"I promise. If anything, I find it easier talking to you about my mental health because you understand. Even if it isn't exactly something you've experienced, you still understand. If you're always open and honest with me, then I will be too," you assured him.
"Of course, I will. Talking to you helps me."
"And talking to you helps me," you agreed.
There was a slight silence then, neither of you sure what to say next. As your mind started to wander, you felt tears prick at your eyes.
"I don't really know what's happening anymore, Han," you whimpered, tears in your eyes. "I've been assigned a therapist and the doctors are trying to diagnose me, but they said until they know for sure I can't really leave. I'm scared."
"No, angel, what are you scared of?" Han asked, instantly pulling you into his arms.
"They say that this wasn't just my depression, that I was in a manic state when the paramedics got there, but I don't even remember. I don't know what happened, I don't know why, I don't know what's wrong with me," you began crying as you clung to your boyfriend's shirt.
"But you're getting help," he reminded you. "It's all going to be ok, we'll get the answers and we'll find a way to cope with this and move forward like we have with everything else."
"We?" you asked, with a sniff, pulling back slightly to look at him.
"Yeah, I'll be with you every step of the way. You don't have to fight this alone."
"Are you sure? After... I... The things I said to you," you said between sobs. "They wouldn't tell me exactly but they said I was yelling at you like I hated you and trying to hurt you. I don't want you to leave, but I understand if you want to. I know I'm not easy to love-"
"No," Han cut in quickly. "No, don't even think it. I'm not easy to love either, but that doesn't change a thing. I do love you. I want to be here. I want to fight this with you. Please don't push me away."
There were now tears on his cheeks too.
"I'm sorry," you mumbled.
"You don't need to be sorry," he said, "None of this was your fault. I know you didn't mean anything you said."
You quickly hugged him again, burying your face in his shoulder.
"I love you, Han Jisung," you whispered.
"I love you, too," he replied, squeezing you tight. "We'll get through this.”
Felix
Waiting outside your hospital room, Felix was sat leaning on Bang Chan. No more tears left to cry; he was staring blanky at his bandaged hand. An uncomfortable silence hung over the pair as Chan had now run out of things to say to attempt to console his dongsaeng. The whole ambulance ride Felix hadn't spoken a word, there were vague hums and slight nods, but that was it. Even while the doctor had treated his wounded hand, the answers he gave were minimal. Bang Chan became even more concerned when Felix seemed numb to the news that you were stable and in recovery. Eventually, a doctor came out to announce that you were conscious and, in a state, to receive visitors. Felix stood, before looking back down at Bang Chan.
"Y/n needs you, Felix. You go ahead, I'll be right here," the leader encouraged.
Felix remained unmoving his unfocused eyes staring towards his hyung.  
“Lixie?” Chan stood up and put his hands on your boyfriends' shoulders, “Lix look at me... please?”
Felix hummed but only appeared to come around when Chan gave his shoulders another squeeze.
“You can do this, okay? Y/n needs you to do this.”
Nodding his head and taking a deep breath Felix turned and entered your room.
He was met with the sight of you, propped up in bed, still looking worryingly pale and hooked up to a blood transfusion, heart monitor and oximeter. Taking a shaky breath, he approached you.
"Lixie," you greeted with a weak smile.
"Why?" he whimpered before the tears began to fall once more. The words he had been keeping locked inside until now began to spill out at an alarming pace between his sobs, "I know, I know you said you were feeling low, but we were helping, m-me and Chan, we were looking after you. I didn't expect... I didn't know it was that bad."
"Oh baby, I didn’t either," you muttered.
"Y/n?" Felix asked, needing clarification on your comment.
"I don't know what happened," you explained. "I just wanted a bath, I was just planning on relaxing before movie night, already wondering what film we should watch, but then the candle... I don't know what I happened. I saw the glass and a switch in my brain flipped. I wasn't really thinking. I wasn't even in control of my own body. It's like my brain just saw an opportunity and-"
You were now fighting back tears yourself and Felix reached out for your hand to comfort you. It was then that you noticed the bandage.
"Felix, you're hurt," you pointed out.
"Ah, it's a small cut," he brushed off. "Have you spoken to a therapist already?"
"Felix, it's bad enough that it's been properly bandaged, what happened?" you asked, unwilling to drop the subject.
He sighed, "I was moving the glass. Now, you. What did the doctors say, what's the plan?"
"I'm fine now, Lix, honestly. I'm not in some sort of deep depressive episode, it was an intrusive thought that I acted on. I've spoken to a therapist, and I’m going to have some behaviour counselling but it’s not like I actively wanted to do this.” You glance down at your bandages admittedly a little frightened at what your body did without your consent.
"Are you hiding something?" your boyfriend asked with narrowed eyes.
"What?" you asked, incredulous.
"People don't just... do that on a whim. I want to know what's happening," he continued to fight you.
"Nothing is happening, Felix."
"But-"
"Drop it."
"I'm just-"
"Lee Yongbok! When have I ever lied to you about my mental health?" you snapped. "In fact, when have I ever lied to you about anything? I know if anything is wrong, I can come to you. You do help. What you and Chan were doing for me tonight, it really lifted my spirits and I'm sorry I ruined it, but please don't start accusing me of things I would never do. I’m frightened enough already!"
Towards the end of your rant, you had started to get teary again. Felix noticed this and panicked slightly, realising that now your emotional state was his fault.
"Y/n, I'm sorry, don’t be scared," he said pulling you into a hug. "You're right, I know you always tell me what's going on with you. It was just- I felt like somehow I'd missed the signs or you were feeling worse than you'd let on."
"It was nothing like that, when I first told you about everything going on with me, I promised I'd come to you if I felt worse or I needed help. That hasn't changed." You pulled back to look him in the eye. "As soon as I'm, you know, a bit less pale, I'll be home with you and back to normal."
Felix smiled slightly at your comforting words.
"Now, how is your hand? Really?"
He laughed a bit then. "It hurts a little. I can't really do much with it right now. But I feel like that has more to do with the extra bulky bandage," he complained holding it up to show you.
You gently took his hand in yours and brought it up to your lips, placing a gentle kiss to it. Moving so that he was holding both of your hands instead Felix returned the gesture, placing little kisses on your bandaged wrists.
"I love you," you assured him.
"I love you, too," he replied, finally kissing your lips
Seungmin
Bang Chan wasn’t sure what to make of the situation right now. Seungmin had stopped crying at some point on the ambulance ride to the hospital, but now he seemed almost too calm. Once the ambulance arrived you were whisked away to be treated and the two boys had been directed towards a waiting room. Seungmin didn’t try to converse with his hyung and Chan didn’t want to push him in case he broke down again. After a while a nurse came in to update them on your condition, you were stable and could have visitors but would need to stay in the hospital for a while, a therapist was scheduled to see you in the morning, and they would work out an action plan from there. Rather than relief at this news it almost seemed like Seungmin became even more confused. Once the medical professionals left Seungmin finally turned to Bang Chan.
"Hyung?"
"Yeah, Min?"  
"I don’t understand."
"Don’t understand what?" pressed Chan. "They said Y/n is stable she's just going to need some help with her mental health issues and-"  
"That," the younger interrupted. "Y/n doesn’t have any mental health issues; she’s never mentioned anything like this."
"Well, Min, maybe she never expressly said anything but-"
"No. I’ve been thinking back and not once has she talked about any struggles with this stuff. Not once, in the whole time we’ve been together," Seungmin insisted. "That’s the sort of thing you would tell your boyfriend. I’ve spoken to her when I’ve been struggling with stress and things from work but she’s never..." Seungmin paused looking down at his feet.
Chan kept trying to chip in and reassure his dongsaeng, but there was no stopping him as all his thoughts came spilling out.
"Hyung, I hadn’t seen her in days! Do you think I would have left her alone all that time if she... if she..." Before he could finish the tears had already started pouring. "It could be something else. Right? An accident or-"
"Min..." Bang Chan stepped forward putting out his arms to pull him into a comforting embrace.
"No," Min responded slapping away Chan's hands and backing up. "Because if she felt like... She would have told me; she knows she can tell me anything. That’s something you tell the person you love; you tell them because you love them, and you know they can help you. I would have helped, I would have-"
Seungmin looked up suddenly and froze as if he’d had some sort of awful epiphany.  
"Min, look-" before Chan could say anything else Seungmin rushed out of the room.  
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You were lying in the hospital bed, trying to piece together what had happened. Between what the doctors had told you and your hazy memories you'd got a general idea but were struggling to process everything. You remember feeling a depressive bout coming, you even remember contemplating letting your boyfriend know this time. You never did though, people always reacted poorly, and he was so busy, you remember thinking you'd get over it soon anyway, you always did. From there everything is hazy, apparently, you overdosed on your sleeping tablets and your poor boyfriend found you unconscious when he came over for a surprise visit. You couldn't even imagine the trauma that must have given him, just thinking about made you want to disappear from shame. You were trying to figure out how best to explain everything to him when suddenly he burst through the door. You don’t know what you were expecting him to be like, but it wasn’t this. He looked... numb. Not sad, not angry not even confused. Just numb.
“When were you going to tell me?” His eyes were so cold, you’d never seen him like this. He was always your smiling little puppy, you hated to see this side of him.
“Minnie, I’m sorry.”
“When?”
“Min every time I tell someone about my depression-”
“Not that.”
“Huh? Min, I don’t understand what-”
“When were you going to tell me, you don’t love me?” 
Silence descended for a moment. Both of you were now very confused; Seungmin's thoughts were still spiraling about your apparent lack of love for him and you wondering how on Earth this was where his brain had gone. Since regaining consciousness you'd been trying to plan your conversation with your boyfriend, considering how he would react and how you would explain everything, but not one of the scenarios had him asking you about not loving him anymore.
"Seungmin," you said in a half whisper, "I don't understand."
“Me neither," he responded still quite deadpan. "If you want me to just leave, I will, but I'd really like to know why you were stringing me along."
"Minnie, I don't know why-" you started, but as you spoke Seungmin turned to leave, realising he wasn't going to get the explanation he was hoping for.
"No!" you called out in a choked sob, "Please, don't leave me, please."
He stopped in his tracks. While he had convinced himself you didn't love him, he was very much in love with you and hearing your cries was breaking him.
"Why shouldn't I leave? Wouldn't that make it better? Clearly, me being around isn't helping you." Seungmin couldn't bring himself to turn around and face you "Won't this lessen your burden? You can find someone better, someone you can love, someone you can trust... and then they can help-"
"How dare you!" Finally finding your voice again you all but scream at your boyfriend's back "How dare you say I don't love you. Do you have any idea-"
Your breath catches in your throat and for a second you can't breathe. Seungmin instinctively turns to move towards you but before he can close the distance you start again quieter now.
"Do you have any idea how many times you've saved me?"
"But, I didn't even-" Seungmin started.
"That didn't matter. Just knowing that I had plans with you to look forward to, it made me fight, it bought me happiness even when everything else was dark," you tried to explain.
"I just don't understand why you didn't tell me. If you love me, you should be able to be honest with me about this kind of thing."
"Because I didn't want to be a burden. Normally telling someone about this, or when I go through a really bad episode, they realise they can't cope with this. It pushes people away. You're an idol, you already have so much going on, the last thing you needed was me unloading on you about all of this. I just couldn't bear the thought of the best part of my life giving up on me." The tears began again as you finished talking.
"Jagi, I wouldn't- I could never give up on you," Seungmin assured you, finally closing the gap and pulling you into a tight embrace. "I don't care how hard it gets, I love you, I want to fight this with you if you'll let me, but you need to keep fighting too."
His kind words just made you cry more as you clung to his top.
"Thank you," you managed to breathe out between sobs and sniffs.
"Just tell me, jagi. Tell me when it gets hard, and I'll be there however I can."
He continued to hold you, one hand cradling your head as he pressed repeated small kisses to your temple.
"For as long as you love me, I'm here," he hummed.
"I do," you said through shaky breaths. "I love you so much, I'm sorry I put you through this."
"But we've survived," he reminded you. "We got through it, we'll be ok."
"We will," you agreed. "All I need is you."
I.N
Having seen the state his maknae was in, Hyunjin had insisted on going with him to A&E for his hand while you were being treated. I.N couldn't have cared less about his hand in that moment though, his only thoughts were of you. Even though he had been kept updated on your situation and was assured by doctors you were now stable, he couldn't help but worry. Until he was able to see you himself and ascertain that you were ok, he wasn't going to be able to settle.  
"Innie," said Hyunjin, placing a hand on I.N's restless, bouncing leg, "Everything's going to be ok now."  
"How? How can you say everything will be ok when something so terrible has happened?"  
I.N threw his hyung's hand away and stood, starting to pace.  
"I know you are super worried right now," Hyunjin tried to comfort him, "But the doctor's said she's stable, so she will be ok. Now, we just need to get your hand fixed-"  
"But I want to see Y/n. I should be there for her," I.N retorted.  
"I know you want to be there, but the best thing you can do is look after yourself," Hyunjin explained softly.  
When I.N just continued to pace, Hyunjin stood to physically stop him. With his hands on either side of Jeongin's face, he spoke again. "There's nothing more you can do for Y/n right now."
Shoving the older back, I.N all but exploded.  
"Yeah, because I'm fucking useless?" the younger snapped.  
"What? No-"  
"I'm a worthless waste of space and I'd just make everything worse, right? Because I can't do anything right!"  
"Innie-"  
"You've said it twice now! I can't help Y/n. What's the point if I can't do anything for the one I love when they need me most?
“And you know what's worse? I was so fucking pleased when I got back and thought I had the house to myself. I did the fucking washing up, I wasted so much time hyung! So what if they say she's stable now? Who knows what damage I caused by taking my time? Maybe, if I’d found her sooner...” I.N finally ran out of steam and began to sob again.  
Hyunjin stepped closer, pulling him into his arms. “You didn’t know, Innie, you did what you could. As soon as you knew, you did everything right. You were the one who got the rope off and called the ambulance. The only reason I pushed you away was your hand. All you were doing was damaging yourself more,” he tried to explain. “I love you both and I just needed you to both be ok.”  
Jeongin didn’t say anything as he sobbed into Hyunjin's shoulder, so the elder continued, “Y/n is obviously going to need you there for her, more than anything. You know you’re the only person in the world who can make her day brighter just by existing, I see it all the time. She adores you. But Innie... have you looked at your hand? If you go to her like this, she’s going to be even more frightened than she is right now.”  
For the first time tonight I.N took a proper look at his hand. Hyunjin had to hold on tighter to keep him steady as a wave of nausea washed through Jeongin, he hadn’t quite realised how much damage had been inflicted.  
“Maybe you’re right,” he conceded taking some deep breaths as he looked away and sat back down before he could pass out.  
With the severity of his injuries the two didn’t have to wait much longer until I.N was called for treatment. The second he was cleared Jeongin all but ran to where he had been informed you were staying, Hyunjin struggling to keep up. He stopped only to listen to the nurse stationed on your ward. They warned him that the pressure on your throat had caused a lot of bruising, both internal and external, and you were having difficulty talking at the moment, before reassuring him that they didn't believe any permanent damage had been caused.
Hyunjin stayed back, giving the maknae a comforting smile when he hesitated slightly before heading into your room.
"Y/n?" he asked as he crept in, seeing you lying on the bed. "I'm so sorry."
As he began thinking about everything that had happened, he started pacing again. "I should have found you sooner. I didn't even know you were home. I wasted so much time. I was just tidying, enjoying having the place to myself for a bit. Oh my God, I was even mad with you for leaving the dishes. You always nag me about leaving them and then you had, and I was ready to scold you when you got back. I should have just gone straight upstairs. I'm so sorry."
When he finally looked at you, he realised you've been trying to respond. He walks over to you, hoping to hear the faint rasp of your voice, but struggling to understand. You let out a sigh, before carefully and deliberately mouthing out the words, "I'm sorry, I love you, thank you."
I.N smiles before looking down sadly. "I wasn't much help, Hyunjin hyung-"
You placed a hand on his jaw and made him look at you. You glared at him and then pointedly down to his damaged hand.
"That just happened when I was trying to get the rope off."
You raised your eyebrows and nodded slowly, willing him to understand that that was exactly what had saved you.  
"No, but I should have done more, I couldn't- when they were on the phone- Hyunjin came and-"
You moved your hand to the back of his neck and pulled him closer to crash your lips together. Knowing that right now you couldn't express in words how grateful you were to him, how much you loved and appreciated him and everything he'd ever done for you, you tried to convey it all through that one kiss.
You didn't want to let him pull away, but he did.  
“I’m so sorry.”
You glare at him again, causing IN to chuckle to himself, “I know you don’t want me to be sorry. But I still am. I can’t help it; I just love you too much.”
Your expression softens again, and you reach up to wipe away his tears, you try to say something, but the words don’t come out clearly.
“Hey!?” IN says as he pulls away, “Did you really just call me your little baby bread?”
IN can’t help the blush that spreads across his face as you look up at him and nod enthusiastically, your big doe eyes looking cuter than ever. Embarrassed Jeongin pulls you into a tight embrace, trying to hide how flustered you made him feel. You hum into his shoulder as you wrap your arms around him, clutching him close you once again try to convey to him just how much he means to you, how much you love him. You whimper slightly and hold on tighter when he tries to pull away once again, the vibration of his chest as he laughs warms your heart even more.
“Ya, agi,” he chuckles “Let me go so I can kiss you again!”
This time you elicited a full body laugh for your boyfriend as you spring away from him at the speed of light, lips already pouted towards him eyes half shut.
“My heart! You’re too cute agi, I can’t handle it!” he cooed as he squeezes your cheeks with his good hand peppering your lips with light pecks before giving in and deepening the kiss. This time it’s you who pulls away, resting your forehead against his as you send all your love to him through your touch.
IN smiles, eyes shut, savouring the love he feels in your presence.
“I love you too, always and forever.”
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Not a Failure
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pairing: Fanon!Aegon Targaryen x Female OC
summary: Aegon want to prove himself to Saera and Aemond and everyone else.
Word count: 2,2K
Warnings: Angst then Fluff
Saera rolled her eyes as Jace made a new joke about Aemond making the boy on the other side of the table blush and look down in shame for not having a dragon. She pushed her chair back earning all of their attention, even drunk Aegon.
"Where are you going, sister?" Jace asked with an innocent look in his eyes. Saera rolled her eyes pausing behind Aemond's chair.
"Away from you lot, I cannot stand bullies" Saera responded. She loved her brothers, she really did and she was ready to die for them but she hated the way they treated Aemond, even Aegon his own older brother treated him worse than the wine he swallows more often than speaking.
"Aww come on sister, it was just some light teasing" Jace justified. Saera placed a hand on Aemond's shoulder urging him to stand up from the chair.
"No it is called bullying and I will not stand by it" She hissed. She grabbed Aemond's hand and pulled him with her out of the room. Aemond was grateful for her protectiveness, she was the only one to stand up and speak up for him.
"Thank you" Aemond whispered. She smiled lightly at him still not letting go of his hand. She swerved them out of the Red Keep, she led him out to the gates.
"Why are we here?" Aemond questioned. She smiled and looked up at the skies. Aemond jumped when a loud roar filled the air and looked up as well. The Cannibal made its presence known by swerving down from the rainy clouds. Aemond watched with amazement as he landed down making the ground shake.
"Ñuha zaldrīzes, eman missed ao" My dragon, I have missed you. Saera raised her hand and let it run over his snot. The Cannibal hummed happily. His head turned to look at Aemond who was watching almost shaking.
"Touch him" Saera assured. Aemond's hans raised to touch The Cannibal who flinched away with a growl. Aemond pulled away his hand in fear of it being eaten. Saera giggled and grabbed his hand again softly, she led it towards The Cannibal who slowly accepted his touch.
Aegon tightened his fist around his wine goblet watching his brother laugh with his own betrothed. Saera was his and he did not like sharing her with Aemond. He hated her when his mother informed him of the arrangement between her and Rhaenyra. But she was still his and he hated her laughing with his brother.
He downed down his wine and moved away from the window, unable to watch the scene in front of him any longer. He slammed the cup down on the table and moved to fill another. His doors opened but he refused to look and see who it was.
"Aegon?" Alicent called. He definitely did not want to turn and see her disappointed expression. He grew used to it as time passed but now he did not feel like seeing it anymore. He moved back over to the window and resumed watching, it was like self torture in some way. A burning sensation filled his chest, jealousy but he refused to believe it.
"Shouldn't you be at the yard?" She question. Aegon ignored her and sipped at his wine. Saera pulled Aemond along with her by the sleeve and instructed him up the saddle of The Cannibal. Aemond laughed as The Cannibal moved to walk a couple of steps before he surged up into the sky.
"Aegon?" Alicent stepped over and placed a hand on his back. She looked in the direction his eyes were looking at. The Cannibal was still not high enough into the clouds and besides Aemond's laughter along with Saera's filled the air of the Red Keep.
"Sweet girl she is, letting Aemond ride with her" Alicent said rubbing up his back. Aegon shrugged her off and downed the rest of the wine and moved into his room. It was like a bucket of water fell on Alicent with realisation.
"Are you jealous of your brother?" She quizzed. It felt like this conversation was one sided. Aegon huffed rolling his eyes at his mother's silly suggestion.
"Me jealous of that dragonless twat?" Aegon laughed bitterly. He awaited a slap to be delivered to his face like always when he speaks ill of Aemond around her. Her hand placed gently on his shoulder but he shrugged her off again and sat down on his bed.
"Aegon, your brother does not mean harm, believe me" Alicent whispered. Aegon burst out laughing sarcastically.
"He means to steal my betrothed from me and you say he mean harm?" He turned to glare at her. Alicent sighed and yet again tried wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulled him into her side. Aegon leaned his head on her chest like he did when he was still a young child crying for his mother.
"Then give her a reason to not stray from you" Alicent whispered her wisdom. Aegon's eyes moved towards the cup still clutched in his hand. He sat up forcing Alicent to move away a little but her arm was still around his shoulders.
"Alright then" he took a deep breath and threw the cup to the other side of the room making it clang against the floor. Alicent smiled a little, he will not let go of drinking so easily she knew but he looked ready to improve.
"That is not all" Alicent pushed off the bed and moved to the window and watched as The Cannibal landed. Aegon's knew what she meant, he needed to bathe and desperately.
"Do you suppose a handmaiden can fetch me water?" Aegon questioned. Alicent turned to look at him with a glare set on her face. Aegon was confused for a second before he remembered how his mother beat him several times when a maid would run to her crying because he would grope their bottoms or bosoms.
"I merely wish to bathe, I must smell good for my betrothed" Aegon quickly explained. Alicent want not very keen on the marriage between Aegon and Saera but she sae this as an opportunity to rekindle her relationship with Rhaenyra.
"I do not believe you, you better behave" Alicent's words hurt Aegon. He winced when the meaning of her words truly. She has never been really there for him, raised him until he could do so himself. Alicent raised her hand on him many times, he was not innocent he knew that, but she still beat him even when he was not at fault.
"I will wait outside" She moved out of the door. Aegon moved to the window but the sight in front of him disappointed him even more, Saera and Aemond were not there anymore and neither was The Cannibal. He kept his eyes trained out of the window as the maid walked in to fill his tub so he could bathe. He knew his mother was watching him but he chose to ignore her, he chose to turn and tell her 'I told you I was no monster'. Aegon did not move even when the maid shakily told him the bath was ready.
"Leave" Aegon ordered. He only turned when the door closed and took off his clothes before sinking into the warm water. He scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed until his skin was red and clean, he used oils smelling of rosemary knowing she once complemented Jace when he once wore it.
He dried himself off needing no handmaiden to help this time. He dressed himself and brushed his own hair. He fixed his collars and cuffs until he was sure he looked presentable. He placed even more oils on his wrists before leaving the room where Alicent was waiting. She looked shocked when she saw him all dressed up and all on his own.
"Shall we then?" Aegon asked holding out his arm for his mother. It was time for lunch and he intended to eat with his betrothed. Alicent placed her hand in his arm and let him lead her down the hallway, he was still shorter than she was but he held himself straight and head held high.
The doors opened in front of the Queen and Prince. Rhaenyra and her children were already there and watched Aegon in shock. Saera was already in her seat beside his own that usually was empty. She watched as he led his mother over to her seat and pulled back her chair before moving to his own on Saera's right where his rightful place was with Aemond on her left.
"Let us begin then?" Rhaenyra asked breaking the silence. Everyone ate in silence for a while. Aemond could not help himself though, finally an opportunity after being tormented for many years.
"I am glad to see you clean and sober for once brother"
Aegon froze in his place eyeing his goblet that was filled with only water. Saera turned to look at Aemond shocked but he only offered her a smirk. Jace and Luce tried hiding their giggles behind their hands and goblets.
"I intend to stay like that as well brother" Aegon turned to look at Aemond with a glare. Sensing a fight about to break out so she reached over and grabbed Aegon's hand.
"Well done Aegon, I hope this sticks at least for a while" Rhaenyra called from the other side of the table. Even Saera was shocked by her mother's words, it was like she herself was joining in on the teasing of Aegon.
"It will" Aegon fought harder glaring at his half sister. His hand tightened around Saera's hand almost in a painful way. Saera did not complain and squeezed his hand back.
"Come my love" Saera stood up from her seat leaving her plate half full. Aegon followed after her without a complain. He was curious was she going to also take him to The Cannibal and make him ride it like she did Aemond but was surprised when she pulled him to her chambers with her handmaiden standing outside the door.
"Why did you bring me here?" Aegon asked confused. He looked around the tidy room unlike his own that was always a mess with sheets on the floor and goblets of wine all over the room that smelled almost as shitty as the streets of King's Landing. Her room smelled of jasmines. Her library was organised and her desk had on it parchment and quills but all were in order.
"I did not want a fight to begin" She responded. Aegon let go of her hand and moved to sit on her chaise feeling irritated already with no alcohol to erase the fight form his mind. Unknown to him he was peeling the skin from around his fingers a habit his own mother has. Saera walked over and kneeled down beside him taking his hand into hers stopping his movement although there was some reddening already around his nails.
"I am proud of you Aegon, this is a huge step I have been hoping you would take for a while now" She whispered. She raised his hand and placed a delicate kiss on the irritated skin. Aegon's heart was beating a thousand miles a second. His breathing had picked up and his hands were shaking.
"I did it for you" He whispered. Her eyes widened in shock. His other hand moved to rest on her full cheek. Saera's eyes fluttered shut enjoying his touch.
"For me?" She was confused. Her eyes opened to look into his violet ones, violet clashing with brown eyes. His fingers moved to weave into her silver hair that almost matched his own.
"Yes, you are my betrothed"
"Only that?" She titled her head to the side. Aegon gasped her hand grabbed his own and held it in her other hand.
"And my beloved" Saera could not help but lean up to press her lips against his own. Aegon moaned shocked at the sudden intimacy but welcomed it with open arms. Saera giggled when Aegon seaked her lips when she pulled away.
"I was half hoping you would take me to The Cannibal like you took Aemond" Aegon admitted. Saera stood up and sat opposite him on a chair but their fingers stayed in locked with one another.
"Were you jealous?" She asked cocking up an eyebrow. Aegon scoffed rolling his eyes.
"Me jealous of that twat? Never" Was his response. Saera stood up and moved closer to him again however this time she lowered herself on his lap. He let go of her hands to wrap his around her waist securing her so she won't fall off.
"So if I did this to him, you would not feel offended or hurt?" She asked teasingly. She leaned against him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders to balance herself. Her lips were touching his cheek as she spoke.
"I would murder him" Aegon hissed turning to glare at her. His blood boiled at the mere thought of them so close to one another, she was his and his alone. His grip around her tightened and he pulled even closer to him if that were possible.
"This is only for you" She assured bitting his earlobe.
"I took him to meet The Cannibal because it was mean of you to bully him so" She pouted pulling away from Aegon.
"I promise to behave myself if you do" Aegon whispered lips almost touching each other.
"I promise"
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REWARD KISSES — Han Jisung
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pairing: han jisung x fem!reader
genre: fluff, uni au
warning(s): kissing, pet names (babe, baby, my love, etc.) NOT PROOFREAD! (this was rushed), established relationship, mentions of food/snacks
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You groaned as you stared at the 50 flashcards on your desk, as well as multiple books and resources. You had an upcoming mid-term exam for Physiology, and you couldn’t focus at all. You had gone to the library, that didn’t work. You went to a quiet cafe, that didn’t work either.
You hated Physiology. You hated it in high school, and you hate it even more now in college. It didn’t help that your professor didn’t like you either, you would easily lose concentration and embarrassment would consume your body when the professor would call you out on it.
As you’re staring blankly at the mess on your desk, four knocks on your door snap you out of your trance. You quickly scramble to get up, making your way towards your dorm door and opening it, revealing your caring boyfriend Jisung standing at your door with junk food in his hands.
“Ji what are you doing here?” You question curiously, you didn’t message him to come over, so you were curious as to why he was standing outside your dorm.
“Can’t I pay my beautiful soon-to-be wife a visit?” He pouts, yelping seconds afterwards after you had smacked his arm. “Shut up just get inside already.”
“So bossy…” He trails off, walking into your dorm room and setting the bag of goodies on your bed. You take a seat on your desk chair once again and went back to staring at the flash cards that you didn’t hear the sound of your boyfriend's voice calling you multiple times.
“Y/n!” He shouts, shaking your shoulders snapping you out of another trance. “What is up with you? You’re pretty out of it today.” You sigh, tears welling up in your eyes.
“Sungie I’m so stressed about this exam…I can’t afford to fail but I just can’t seem to concentrate.” You whisper loud enough for him to hear as you play with your fingers.
“Hey, baby it’s okay. That’s what I’m here for, to help you.” His quiet, comforting voice sending butterflies to your stomach. “Can you…?” You ask, voice barely above a whisper.
“Of course, I can my love. Here let’s do this, go over the flash cards and when you’re done, I’m going to quiz you. But here’s the deal, for every question you get correct I’ll kiss you~” He smiled widely and quickly kissed your cheek. You gave him an “okay” and immediately started studying.
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“Okay I'm done!” After almost an hour of studying, you were sure you had it all memorized by now, waiting eagerly for the brown-haired male to start quizzing you.
“Awesome! Give me the flash cards.” He snatched the flash cards from your desk just as you were about to reach for them and cleared his throat.
“Alright babe first question, what is the concave medial surface of the kidney?”
“Hilus.” You stated proudly, Jisung looking at you with a wide smile, leaning in to give you a quick peck on the lips. “Mm I’m gonna enjoy kissing your lips a lot today.”
“Shush it! Next question.”
“What is a renal cortex?” He looked up from the flash card, taking a look at you as you tried hard to remember.
“Ooh, I guess miss smarty pants over here is getting this one wrong~” He teased, earning a scoff from you.
“I got it! The renal cortex is the outer portion of the kidney which contains capillary tufts and convoluted tubes!”
He nods, smiling as he leans in to give you another quick kiss on the lips. Your lips linger against each other for what seems like forever, and he quickly leans in to get another taste. The way your plump soft lips fit perfectly with his like a missing puzzle piece.
You giggle, too focused on Jisung kissing you than studying. You groan against his lips and gently push his chest, his whines making you chuckle.
“Sorry Ji, we can continue this later, but I actually need you to help me with this.” You softly say to him, an apologetic look on your face as you stare at his pouty one.
“It’s okay Y/n, but after we’re done you have to promise you’ll kiss me some more!”
“Yeah, yeah I promise now actually help me.”
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a/n: ya’ll sorry if this was shit winter break ended so i’m back at school which is why i haven’t been able to update on here but here is smth i hope you enjoy (even though it was pretty rushed LMAO) also please reblog! tumblr isn’t based on likes, it’s based on reblogs :)
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stzrlq4skz · 10 months
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I'm dying why could I imagine this
Jeongin: Ah! Why is Han screaming so loudly in his room?! Minho: He tried one of those "Who's your stray kids boyfriend?" Quizzes on buzzfeed. Jeongin: Oh, who'd he get? Minho: me.
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my-own-walker · 5 months
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Someone You've Never Seen Before
A Kyle Spencer Fan Fiction
frat!kyle AU, fem!main character, sexual themes, mature language, use of drugs and alcohol, frat boy antics
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note: italicized text is a flashback
Our night ended with Kyle dropping me off outside the apartment, punctuated with a small kiss. A goodbye kiss. On each other's lips. At that moment, I didn't care where we stood, or what we were. I just accepted the small act of intimacy and went on my way. I was dizzy, blindsided by the onslaught of emotion. 
I had to see him the next day in class, or at least, that's the way Hannah of the recent past would have viewed it. It was more like, I got to see him the next day. I had the privilege and pleasure of seeing him so soon after everything went down. The forced proximity sent me into a frenzy.
I took extra care in choosing my outfit, putting on makeup, and making sure my hair was brushed for once. I looked so presentable, in fact, that I got the third degree from Lily as I was on my way out.
"You look...nice," she remarked from her seat on the sofa, hesitancy in her voice. She sat criss-cross-applesauce with a bowl of cereal in her hand. Her pretty blonde hair was thrown up into the messiest of buns, mascara smudged down her face.
"You're skipping class again," I shot back, trying to rush out the door, mimicking her tone.
"Hey, hey, no need for all of that," she called out. I stopped and spun around to face her. "I just mean, like, why?"
"I happen to think I look nice every day," I snarked. "And does there have to be a reason for it?"
"Well, I dunno, Han," Lily shrugged, putting a spoonful of Cheerios in her mouth. "I mean, you disappeared for hours yesterday, I barely got to talk to you when you came home, but you seemed happy, and now you have a sick-ass outfit on."
I stepped closer to her and rested my weight on one foot, popping my hip and crossing my arms over my chest. "None of that correlates."
"Defensive, defensive, Hannah," she tutted. "I'm just a best friend taking an interest."
"Okay, I'll take an interest, too," I returned. "Where were you last night, Lily Davies?"
She put her bowl of cereal down in her lap and covered her face with her hands. "A whore never reveals her secrets," she murmured, muffled by her palms over her mouth.
"Well, I love you," I laughed, changing the subject, "but I must go if I want to make it to class on time."
Lily lifted her face and smiled at me. "Bye, Han," she replied. "I love you most."
The lecture hall was empty when I arrived, just the way I liked it. I took my usual seat and pulled out my materials, sitting in wait for Kyle's arrival. I looked at some things on my phone to pass the time and I tried really hard not to stare at the door each time it squeaked open. 
Professor Edwards arrived and began leafing through his papers, preparing to hand back Friday's quizzes. The hall began to fill up pretty decently. I shifted anxiously in my seat.
Finally, I felt the air next to me change in the way it does when someone takes up the space next to you. I inhaled deeply and took in the unmistakable scent of Kyle. 
"Hey," he breathed, putting a hand on my arm. I breathed out and looked up, meeting his eyes. He smiled softly at me and laughed. "I'm always late, I know."
"I never noticed," I giggled, sarcastically.
He reached for my hand and laced his fingers between mine, squeezing for a moment before releasing it to grab his things out of his backpack.
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Water came as a welcome bounty, spilling onto my skin from the shower head. The warmth spread over me like a welcome hug. I felt my life wrap gently around me as well, the sweet joys of new endeavors and passions. A small hum rose from the depths of my throat. 
It had been two weeks since our date, or, well, it had been a little long. It was September 27 when I stood in the shower, reflecting on him and me, whatever we had going on. 
For more than fourteen straight days, Kyle and I found reasons to see each other. Every single day. As far as Lily and Archie and every other person in our lives were concerned, we were getting a hell of a lot done on our "math project." We worked on it, sure. So much so that we were practically done, but no one needed to know that.
Most of our time spent together, though, was spent stealing glances, making each other laugh, learning about each others' interests, and curating the perfect joint playlist. We met in the library, at coffee shops, and on park benches between classes. I spent time on Thursday nights at his, like usual, but then, also, Tuesday nights.
Those nights got later, as in, I would stumble home in the early hours of the morning. 
"Stay the night, please," Kyle pleaded, tone seeping with worry. We both lounged on his sofa, Kyle sitting upright against the side of the sofa, legs outstretched across its length, and I in between his legs, head resting back against his chest. His arms rested lazily around my form. I could feel his voice rumble through his chest as he spoke.
"Are you coming onto me?" I snarked, turning my head to make eye contact.
"What? I-" he stammered, blush rising to his cheeks.
"You know I'm kidding, Kyle," I assured.
"I just mean like," he stuttered, "like, it's really late. I don't want you walking back this late." As he spoke, he wrapped his arms tighter around me.
I relaxed into him and rested the back of my head against his shoulder. "I know. I gotta get home, though," I contended. "My wife will worry."
"Lily can last one night without you," he laughed. "You can sleep on the couch. I just want you safe."
"I will be safe, Kyle," I muttered. I couldn't tell him the truth behind my rush. The truth being that Lily had no idea about the two of us, and she had been blowing up my phone for the last hour, begging me to come home to talk about her boy problems. Studying shouldn't take this long. was the last text she sent. She was right. And that's because we weren't studying. We were making out.
"Can you at least kiss me again before you leave?" he bargained. 
Without a word, I turned my body and laid a long, passionate kiss on him, before standing to gather my things.
I thought about him constantly, and I wanted to be near him always. When we weren't together, we were texting. Lily definitely knew I had something going on, but my pride refused to let her know the details. She didn't press me on it.
This shower had a purpose. The warm water washed over me, preparing me for my first Friday night out since becoming a "thing" with Kyle. Tri-Delta was hosting and I knew Kyle would be there. He knew I would be there. It was agreed upon by both of us that we would play it cool and not make anything obvious.
I got dress in a white tee, a black skirt, and a pair of beat up converse. I did my makeup and my hair and threw on a jean jacket just before walking out the door with Lily. 
The party was insane, as most were. It was packed from wall to wall with bodies and smelled of liquor. Lily grabbed my hand and dragged me through the crowd, searching for her sorority sisters. 
As we weaved around bodies, I took in who was around us. My gaze landed on Archie and Kyle, standing huddled together against the wall. Archie looked up and locked eyes with me, a strange look on his face. Lily tugged me forward and I continued through toward the Tri-Delta house's kitchen.
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garrison-girl-08 · 2 years
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Blind date
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Pairing - Modern Thomas Shelby and Reader
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“I am telling you the truth, babe. I fucking swear,” he pinched the bridge of his nose. Holding eye contact with you. Hoping you believed him.
“Did you have sex when you went to see her?” You quizzed him.
"What?! No... fuck..., No, listen, I don't know what she has said to Charlie,"" he held his hands up defensively as he walked towards you. “He fucking thinks, we are getting back together,” he blew air out of his cheeks, bewildered.
“And are you? Is that the truth?” You yelled accusingly, flopping down onto the bed. Your eyes drifting to the door, worried incase Charlie came in.
“I can’t compete with her Tommy, she is the mother of your child. If you want to get back with her…” you trailed off.
“Back together? We were never even “together” I’ve told you that,” he knelt in front of you. “Charlie told me what he said to you,” He took your hand. And you snatched it away.
“Is that why you have came up here? Damage control?!” You snapped. “Try and talk me round?”
"No, I just didn't want you, thinking..." he started to explain.
"Thinking what?" you butted in, "That you have been fucking her? And she thinks you are going to live happily ever after?"
"Don't shout at each other," you heard a little voice say from the doorway. Charlie stood, holding his bear. He looked so vulnerable.
Tommy sighed, walking towards him. “It's ok Charlie boy, you go back down, ey," he shook his head, looking at you.
Standing, you walked over to him, with Tommy. "I'm sorry if you heard us shouting Charlie," you told him, "Sometimes, that's how adults express their emotions. But, we don't you to be upset, hmm?"
"Ok," he smiled, "Can we have a hug?"
As you all stood in the doorway and hugged, you tried to hold your emotions in. "I'm sure Dad bought some ice-cream, shall we go and look?" you asked.
Making your way down, you turned to look at Tommy. "When he is in bed," he mouthed to you.
It was a tense atmosphere, until Charlie went to bed. You waited at the dining table for him to come back down, after tucking Charlie in. Strolling back into the room, he poured a whiskey and vodka for you.
You were definitely going to need it.
“Y/n, I will tell you the full story. The day I went round there, she, well she tried it on.” You knew all his tell tale signs of lying by now. So you didn’t take your eyes off him.
“Said that we should be together for Charlie. That we used to be good together,” He downed his whiskey, pouring another.
(Flashback)
Grace was on her knees in front of Tommy. As her hand went to his belt, he grasped her wrist. “The fuck you doing, ey?” He questioned. His grip was like a vice.
“I’m doing what you always want, Tommy. To fuck, you fuck people, fuck people over. Always get what you want,” Grace purred at him. “I know I am what you want, really want,”
Leaning forward, she reached for his belt again, losing his temper he pushed her away. “Are you fucking delusional? We were never even together, for fuck’s sake,”
He stood up, undoing his tie and top button. Stressed, feeling like he had a noose around his neck.
“This is because of her isn’t it, what’s so fucking special about her?” She screamed at him, her eyes flicking to the fireplace.
“Y/n? I love her,” she scoffed when he said that, “We’ve got Charlie, I wouldn’t fucking change that for the world. But this,” he exaggerated the space between them with his hand.
“Was never going to work, so why try this little stunt?”
She seemed to deflate of anger, of fight.
Her eyes moving to the fireplace again. Noticing the gesture, he lunged towards it. At the same time as her, knocking the vase of flowers over. Water dripping down his suit jacket.
There, sat on the fireplace was her phone, the camera set up. Recording.
“The fuck is this, ey?” he lunged at her, launching the phone across the room. As it hit the dining table the screen smashed.
Grace screamed moving away from him. “That fucking prick put you up to this? For what, ey? Money? To blackmail me?”
She stayed quiet.
“Fucking answer me!” He bellowed.
“I, I’m, I’m sorry,” she cried, “Is it so bad for me to want to be happy? To be part of a family with Charlie?”
"What’s this for then, ey? To show Y/n? You think I'm that weak?" he questioned her, almost feeling like laughing at her little trick.
“You think you can settle down, Tommy,” she snapped at him, her eyes full of venom. “I know you, you will never stay with one woman. Never,”
Tommy paced the room, trying to calm his temper. “You know fuck all about me, Grace,” his voice was low and threatening.
“I’m fucking warning you now! I wanna meet fucking Todd! Tell him to come and face me like a man,” he looked at his watch. He had a meeting in ten minutes.
“Sort your fucking self out! Anymore of this shit, I cut you off. He comes and lives with me,” he warned, pointing in her face.
Taking his wet jacket off, he turned to leave. “Oh, I don’t want him anywhere near Charlie, and I’ve got men watching the house,” he warned, as he slammed the door.
(Flashback over)
Picking up your drink, you finished the contents. “But why say that to Charlie?” You frowned, confused. “Do you think this Todd has something to do with it?”
Standing from the table, Tommy walked towards you. Hoping, praying, that you believed him. “I don’t know, Y/n. I don’t give a fuck about him. All I care about is you. You and Charlie.”
Holding his hand out towards you, you stood up with him. And leant into his warm embrace. You believed what he had told you. In all honesty you didn’t believe he would betray you like that.
Not with Grace.
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✖︎ CHARACTER UPDATE
NAME: HAN NOEUL BIRTHDAY: NOVEMBER 21, 2001 BIRTHPLACE: SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA BLOOD TYPE: B+ ZODIAC SIGN: SCORPIO CHINESE ZODIAC: SNAKE FAVORITE MOTTO: Act out. Ask for forgiveness after the fact.
RANDOM FACTS
Elected student president during elementary school. Truly peaked. It went downhill after that...
A well-known hater of MBTI, astrology, and other assessments — has taken the quizzes several times to prove a point.
Has sensitive skin. Can be seen in different outfits several times during the day, and rips out the tags from his clothes. ( Fansites will hate him )
Picky eater. Sometimes forgets to eat throughout his day so he carries snacks in his backpack.
Known for constantly walking with his headphones. Ask him for a song suggestion! He might even create a personalized playlist for you.
YEAR END GOALS
( a ) debut or ( b ) enlist in the military ( to put himself out of his misery )
nab an acting role, or another modeling contract
participate in his first song under LGC Ent.
PREVIOUS APPEARANCES/PROJECTS
TRAINEE INTRODUCTION VIDEO
LGC FAMILY KCON 2k22 — Trainee Showcase & Backup Dancer
THIS AIN'T FANTASY — Private Showcase
LGC FAMILY KCON 2k23 — Trainee Unit(s) & LGC Spring Boys
HONEY'S JUST A DANCER — Backup Dancer
LEGACY HALL BATTLE — 13 Episodes
BABYLON — Brand Model
LGC SPRING BOYS — Variety Show, Concert, & Discography
PROJECT ORIGIN: THE MUSICAL — Ensemble
CHAPTER 1: AMARE — Supporting Role
ESQUIRE MAGAZINE — August 2k23 Issue
MARTINE CORPORATION — Cameo
TOURISM KOREA: KITE FLYING EDUCATIONAL VIDEO
PASSION5 — Model
MASTER SCOUT: FOLLOW THE ROOKIE! — 4 Episodes
MOST MEMORABLE OR FAVORITE EVENT
Hands down, LGC Spring Boys has been the most memorable project he has been a part of, which shouldn't be shocking to anyone. He knows that he still lacks a lot in skill and experience, but performing is what he lives for, what excites him to no end. If he could be on stage without any roadblocks, you wouldn't hear him complaining. He still remembers how his hand trembled so much during his turn to speak. ( No, you can't bring up that he cried during the concert. ) However, he could go without the post-concert depression. That hit him hard.
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richincolor · 8 months
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New Releases
As summer begins to wind down we have a few books of fantasy and family drama fun to helps us enjoy these last few "laying by the beach" days. 
Guardians of Dawn: Zhara by S. Jae-Jones Wednesday Books
Magic flickers. Love flames. Chaos reigns. Magic is forbidden throughout the Morning Realms. Magicians are called abomination, and blamed for the plague of monsters that razed the land twenty years before. Jin Zhara already had enough to worry about—appease her stepmother’s cruel whims, looking after her blind younger sister, and keeping her own magical gifts under control—without having to deal with rumors of monsters re-emerging in the marsh. But when a chance encounter with an easily flustered young man named Han brings her into contact with a secret magical liberation organization called the Guardians of Dawn, Zhara realizes there may be more to these rumors than she thought. A mysterious plague is corrupting the magicians of Zanhei and transforming them into monsters, and the Guardians of Dawn believe a demon is responsible. In order to restore harmony and bring peace to the world, Zhara must discover the elemental warrior within, lest the balance between order and chaos is lost forever.
Damned if You Do by Alex Brown Page Street
Seven years ago, Cordelia Scott’s abusive father left without a word, and life has been normal ever since. The seventeen-year-old spends her days stage managing the school play (which is going great, if anyone asks), pining over her best friend, Veronica, and failing one too many pop quizzes. She’s never been sad that her father left, but she knows something is…missing. When her school guidance counselor, Fred, reveals during a session that he’s actually a demon, she learns that something is indeed missing: a piece of her actual soul. Why? She unwittingly made a deal with him to make her father disappear – then bargained to have the memory erased. To make matters worse, Fred is here to make another bargain: Help him with a “little” demonic problem, or she’s doomed to spend eternity in Hell with her father. The deal? Help Fred neutralize a rival demon, who means to do more harm in her hometown than your average demon deal. 
True True by Don P. Hooper Nancy Paulsen Books
This is not how seventeen-year-old Gil imagined beginning his senior year—on the subway dressed in a tie and khakis headed towards Manhattan instead of his old public school in Brooklyn. Augustin Prep may only be a borough away, but the exclusive private school feels like it’s a different world entirely compared to Gil’s predominately Caribbean neighborhood in Brooklyn. If it weren’t for the partial scholarship, the school’s robotic program and the chance for a better future, Gil wouldn’t have even considered going. Then after a racist run-in with the school’s golden boy on the first day ends in a fight that leaves only Gil suspended, Gil understands the truth about his new school—Augustin may pay lip service to diversity, but that isn’t the same as truly accepting him and the other Black students as equal. But Gil intends to leave his mark on Augustin anyway. If the school isn’t going to carve out a space for him, he will carve it out for himself. Using Sun Tzu’s The Art of War as his guide, Gil wages his own clandestine war against the racist administration, parents and students, and works with the other Black students to ensure their voices are finally heard. But the more enmeshed Gil becomes in school politics, the more difficult it becomes to balance not only his life at home with his friends and family, but a possible new romance with a girl he’d move mountains for. In the end, his war could cost him everything he wants the most.
The Boy You Always Wanted by Michelle Quach HarperTeen
Francine loves her grandfather, but their time together is running out. He has one final wish: to see a male heir carry on the family traditions. Francine knows his ideas are outdated, but she would do anything for him. Her solution? Ask Ollie Tran, a family friend (and former crush, not that it matters), to pretend to be ceremonially adopted and act like the grandson A Gūng never had. Ollie generally avoids the odd, too blunt (and fine, sort of cute) Francine, whose intensity makes him uncomfortable. So when she asks him to help deceive her dying grandpa, Ollie’s not down. He doesn’t get why anyone would go to such lengths, even for family. Especially with a backwards (and sexist, Ollie keeps stressing) scheme like this. Francine, however, is determined to make it happen, and soon Ollie finds himself more invested in her plan—and in her—than he ever thought possible. But as the tangled lies and feelings pile up, Francine must discover what exactly she needs for herself—and from Ollie. Because sometimes the boy you always wanted isn’t what you expected.
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