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iii - just say that you need me
javier peña x f!reader | chapter three of late night texts
summary: It's the year 2000. Javi is minding his own business on the porch of his pop's ranch when a text from an unknown number vibrates his phone. The only problem is, no one knows he has a phone and no one has his number.
chapter warnings: fluff. flirting. continuous romcom vibes. an: the amount of people who look forward to tuesday's makes me grin. for those who are new, i don't have a tag list. wordcount: 2.6k.
text key: bold is you/reader | italics is javi
You should say yes more.
to you or to my pop
To your pop. I know you wouldn’t say no to me.
you sure about that
I’d bet my next paycheck on it.
for you I’ll say yes to him once
Good. Now we have that out the way answer what the worst date you’ve ever been on was
shit. going with the hard hitting questions today
Just getting you to share, open up
probably when I first came back from colombia someone from my town where I live
They a bad host, bad dinner guest? Gimme more Javi cmon. You said you’d entertain me.
baby, im trying to entertain you but you told me to stop
I said stop flirting while I’m eating and answer the question
she wouldn���t stop asking me for details on escobar
Ah. Yeah I can see how discussing that would be a mood killer.
yeah didn’t wanna go in the first place either
So if we ever meet, do not ask about your Colombian experience. Got it.
you can ask, doesn’t mean I’d tell you
Ha! Good to know. I wouldn’t though. If you wanna tell me, I think you will.
thanks, what’s yours?
Well I was stood up when we first began texting. Think that’s pretty bad, enough.
he’s an idiot because only an idiot would stand you up
You haven’t seen me, remember
statement still stands
Stop being so charming.
you still eating
No.
then I can flirt
Most of the time, he ignores the mail.
Lets it pile up on the entryway dresser until his pop makes another reference to it. Unlike his pop, he is never in a rush to open them, knowing no good comes from the contents inside.
The same people contact him. The bureau being one. Sipping his coffee as he glares at the usual federal sign on the envelope, wondering how many more times they’ll try asking him to come in for a chat.
This afternoon, though, the envelope isn’t brilliant white, but rather off-cream.
Peeling a bit, thumb digging in as he drags it across, the ripping sound filling the small space. It’s only as he opens it does he realise who it’s from.
His eyes stare at the letter, taking in the number—the one in triple digits with his phone provider logo in the top corner. The number which is making him feel sick, the more he stares at it over and over again.
“Fuck.”
Folding it, he swallows.
Shit.
Motherfucker.
He stuffs it away, tucks it under magazines and other leaflets, as though by keeping it out of sight, it’ll go away.
But it's there.
The edge of it sticking out. He even blinks, and the number is there, tattooed on the back of his eyes. Taunting him—the price of speaking to you.
It's not that Javi can't afford it. He’s had a chunk of money sitting, gaining dust, in his account since he came home. Only able to force portions on his pop as and when he felt he could get away with it.
But this was a lot. More than he’d bargained on, more than he even knew he could spend simply by replying to someone.
There's a chance your day won't be done just yet—his day beginning far earlier than yours even began—but he pulls his phone out, fingers pressing into the keys.
so apparently talking to you is costly
Oh, you've had your bill.
I feel I should ask whether I'm worth it?
It’s instant—the way you make the nauseous feeling vanish. How you force it to slide back to where it came from, and in its place, warmth spreads. All accompanied by a smile on his lips.
He doesn’t want to show his hand too much. Better at concealing, playing the long game when standing face to face.
This requires a skill he hasn't yet gained. Simply focusing on not sounding ridiculous, or over the top. Unnecessary. Like some of the desperate men, he's happened to arrest over the years.
Even if his chest flutters and his mind screams, of course. Wants to ask, isn't it obvious? But he chooses something easier, uncomplicated.
yes just didn’t expect it
I had my phone bill the other day. I get it.
did your heart fall out your ass
No. But I will be eating ramen for the next month.
We can stop texting so much though, if it’s costing too much.
would rather my bill be double than stop talking to you
You’re such a flirt.
He drains the rest of his mug, leaning back in the chair—hearing the sound of approaching boots from his Pop’s side of the house. Fingers typing, all hurried and determined
Don’t forget I’m out for drinks and a movie.
I remember don’t worry
He remembers as soon as you remind him.
Realising it's the reason you're able to reply right now. You’d been telling him almost every night for the past week. All worried, as though hating the idea of breaking the nightly tradition the two of you have concocted.
In a way, Javi should have assumed the bill would be high with the number of texts the two of you have been sending. How frequent it’s been—how nice it’s been.
Nice things do usually come with a tag.
you decided on sweet or salty
Verdict is still out. You sure about waiting to do the crossword?
if we don’t do it tonight, we’ll do two the next day
You sure?
more than sure have a great time
“Y’sure you don’t fancy coming with me, Jav?”
He thinks of it, tapping his phone against his palm as he thinks of your text the other night. The one about him trying to say yes—something curling in his chest as he realises he’ll be alone, alone if he doesn’t.
A sentiment he didn’t mind on paper, but now confronted with, rather despised.
“Alright, yeah. Can—can I get changed?”
Mid-grabbing his own jacket, his Pop turns, surprise knitted into his wiry brows. “Y-yeah, sure, I’ll….”
“I’ll meet you at the truck?”
And he does. All without complaint. Plaid shirt on, a smile being forced as soon as the truck pulls off the drive. He doesn't even complain about the radio choice or the fact his Pop always takes the main roads when he could cut down the dusty roads.
When he arrives, he doesn’t mind how many hands he shakes, one after the next. He tries not to grit his teeth as each person says the usual things, they’re proud, he’s grown, when is he settling down? Each time he laughs it off. Spanish rolling from his tongue as he smiles and winks.
It’s performative.
The old version of him coming out from a hidden place.
Always there, ready, as his hand shakes another person's hand—one he’s already forgotten the name of. Someone he’s sure he’s met before, too.
It always happens. The small-town boy who took down drug cartels has become somewhat of a celebrity tale. A thing to gawk at when he visits the store. Chucho's boy who ran away to Colombia and now hides away on the ranch.
For the amount of time it's been, he'd foolishly expected it to die down—but it hasn't. Not enough, anyway.
After enough time, he excuses himself, sneaking down the corridor near the bathroom. Leaning against the wall, fingers trying to rub out a knot that hasn’t yet appeared in his skull. The one pulsing, threatening to build behind his eye.
He’s unsure what he wants to do, what he needs. Retrieving his phone, just clicking around, before finding himself on your texts—feeling better for it.
Reading them back, smirking at some, smiling wide at others. A shape forming in his head, little details he’d amassed to make up you. A person he was pretty sure meant more to him than evening company, but it seemed tricky to delve too far into it.
That is until his phone vibrated.
Just wanted to tell you I miss you. Even if that’s weird.
His fingers hover over the keys, a retort quick—there in his touch.
Slowly he presses it out, hearing the click even over the bar’s music as he double and triple taps each button he wants, until it forms what it is he thought:
not weird, you drunk
I’m tipsy, not drunk. Still mean it.
good cause i miss you too
you never said how the movie was
As someone who flies a lot, I shouldn’t have watched it.
that bad
Will probably have to hold the hand of my seat mate the next time work makes me fly.
I’m sure they won’t mind
Depends on the length of my nails I guess.
some people don’t mind nails clawing in certain situations
You trying to tell me you like nails down your back, Javi?
if the situation is right, yes
What about in your hair?
now who’s being a tease
I’m learning so much tonight.
and your putting images in my head
I’d love to know what I look like in it, since you haven’t seen me.
beautiful, you look beautiful
My face is burning.
your day been ok
Yeah, was fine. Work has been rough.
you want to talk about it
Not really, it’s stupid anyway. Plus, would rather do the crosswords and hang with you.
you do have two to make up to me
Best get giving me the clues then, Javi.
four letters, begins with f
Is this a Javi crossword or a real crossword
baby, cmon
Fuck?
fork
someone’s in a dirty mood
You’re such a dick. Give me a real clue.
There's not a point in time where he can track how his thoughts went from nothing to you. But, he thinks about you all the time.
Has been doing so constantly for the last two days, at least—the occasional vibrations from his phone making his lips twitch and his mind wander. Javi’s brain exploding with wonder at what your reply could say.
Sometimes, he tries not to check immediately. Test—see—how long he can go before he does. It’s not been going well.
An excitement dashing through his veins that fills his chest, warms his neck and makes a ridiculous grin appear (one he’s caught accidentally in the mirror).
The back and forth has been quicker—for as costly as it was—outside of routines and work. His fingers have even improved in the speed of tapping the same key to get one single letter.
Each text makes him feel like he learns a new nugget about you, gathering a new piece of the puzzle—an idea of you forming in front of his eyes. One he likes—craves more of—wishing for other tidbits similar to how you like coffee after breakfast, not before.
That you don’t care for birthday cake, but love cookies.
morning hermosa hope you managed to grab the coffee
He doesn’t expect to hear from you.
Remembering that your time management in the morning isn’t to be admired. You are someone who is either awake too early or too late—never in the middle.
But, when he finishes. Sweat clinging to every muscle, he’s surprised to find nothing.
Even a little disappointed.
finished up for the day, unsure whether to lounge around on the porch or push the boat out and lounge in the barn
You’ve become such a part of his day, his shoulders sink when he steps out of the shower to see nothing.
His heart slips down inside his chest, resting unsteadily on his ribs as he checks and checks. His fingers fluff his hair as he runs his fingers through it before finding a strand, twisting, and twisting.
I’m probably worrying about nothing but just let me know you’re ok
A part of him had worried this would happen.
That he would allow the attachment to grow—ropes and threads wrapping around him—and it would be taken from under his feet.
He has a history of becoming hooked—usually combining itself with his need to help, to make someone’s day better, easier.
And on paper, he knew it was odd. To care for someone he hadn’t ever even met. But he cares all the same.
Copious amounts, in fact.
Far past an, ‘I miss you’—something else entirely, not that he’d admit as much.
hermosa I’m really getting worried now
He doesn’t want to call.
Doesn’t want to invade your privacy, your space. But it’s knotting inside of him. The things he’s seen, rushing to the surface, pecking away, making him overthink.
His mind conjures ideas that you’re hurt, wounded. That you’re crying, alone. Each flash of his past has the curated blob-of-a-face he’s created for you, written over it.
His fingers twitch, hand moving to his pocket before remembering there are no cigarettes to be found there. He quit. Ages ago. Felt better for it—for the most part—until now.
Now when all he wants is to focus on the taste, the way smoke swirls with the warm Texas air—
Hey, I'm so sorry, I had a bad day. Just didn’t check my phone.
shit hermosa, you scared me.
almost called you.
Really?
yeah
Would you?
what call you
Yeah?
[Dialing number…]
you declined
I did
His heart sinks, crashes, and plummets.
Then a new vibration, one that travels down his fingers to his wrist, suddenly staring at an instruction: Give me your landline number, be cheaper. For both of us.
Glancing into the living room, he taps the number in for you. Hating each precious second he wastes by having to delete a letter that should be a number.
Pushing the chair back, hearing it screech as he hovers. Nervousness thumps through him, making him shake, vibrate.
Staring, willing the phone to ring.
Even as he tries to collect himself, his mind has already begun running away from him. Hearing his pulse thump in his ear, thump, thump—
And then it’s ringing—you’re ringing.
His voice shouts out he’ll get it as he picks up the phone from the hook.
“Javi… that you?”
Grinning, he laughs, light and airy. “Hi. Yeah, it’s me.”
Silence blankets his ears and the air, thumb circling a knot in his forehead.
Smiling, he changes the phone to his other ear. “Knew you’d sound pretty. You have a nice voice.”
“Shut up, Javi. I’ve said three words.”
“And a few more.”
He hears you suck in a breath as heat rushes to his ears, feeling the edges of his lips curl into a smile.
“You wanna talk about it or talk about something else?”
He hears you take a breath another breath. Different this time, all accompanied by a shuffling sound from your end.
“Something else. If that… that’s okay?”
“Yeah, sure. Alright, lemme… lemme think for a second—“
You clear your throat, “You have a nice voice, too, by the way.”
Pausing, he bites the inside of his cheek. “Like you imagined?”
“Better, honestly.”
“I could have called you. I have this additional thing on our plan—so my Pop could call. When I was away.”
“From when you were in Colombia?”
Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he nodded. “Yeah…”
“Well, if this conversation goes well, you may get a new number to add to your phone book.”
“That so? Who’s flirting now.”
You laugh, sweet—fluttering its gorgeous wings down the phone to his ear as he readjusts the phone.
Dropping his voice, he turns more to the walls. “So, what you wearing, baby?”
“Oh my god, Javi.”
He doesn’t even mute his laughter, just lets it flow from him—rushing through the house. Not even caring if his Pop can hear him in the next room.
"I'm wearing nothing."
"Hermosa, you tease."
You laugh, and it's different. It's rich, and makes the room glow around him, without you even being here.
"I'm not really, I'm in a baggy t-shirt."
"Not as sexy, but I'm sure I can work with it."
You snort, "Javi, stop."
He wonders if your cheeks are warm. He hopes they are.
Leaning against the wall, he smirks, if only to himself. "I like how you say my name, Hermosa."
an: thank you so much for all being wonderful, i heart you
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hi hi hi hi i saw this post and i wanna see your take on it (with peter ofc like hurt/comfort) (https://www.tumblr.com/moonstruckme/730170525023862784/okay-hey-me-again-was-hoping-to-send-a-request?source=share) something similar happened to me a couple of weeks ago too.
So a couple of weeks ago i was planning like this whole big get together and was texting everyone and planning food, decorations and everything and the day of most people either canceled or just literally didnt show up and i didnt even get a text or anything, and i literally spent hours planning, like i went to TJMaxx, Marshalls and stuff like that to find cute decorations and everything, like i spent all of my own money on this. Since no one came i literally sat in my house all dolled up eating everything and watch tv cuz i was upset. THEN around like 11 at night i was on instagram (and im guessing one of them forgot to take me off their close friends) and i saw a story of basically everyone i invited to my party go to another persons party or something i wasnt invited to ig and none of them told me. Like if im being honest, if they couldnt come cuz of some other event i would have moved the date even tho i picked it first. but like, its so shitty cuz they are like my main friend group and its hard for me to mingle with people in general. I have been texting like dry responses and the group chat has been empty since and i have no idea what to do. - 🎀
That’s What Peter’s For
✮ tasm!peter parker x f!reader
✮ word count: 0.8k
✮ warnings: one forehead kiss, hurt/comfort, mentions of food, angst.
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main masterlist ⋆ peter parker masterlist
✮ gif by @spidey-stark
The TV in front of you flickered from frame to frame, each pixel reflecting a bright and blinding light into your dark living room. It’s late as you sit alone on the couch, eating the food you prepared for your friends going to waste due to your overplanning. Or maybe because they didn’t bother to show up.
As you mindlessly shovel food into your mouth, you think back on your trips to pick out decorations for this night. You went with Peter, and you spent too much, but you didn’t care. You wanted your friends to gawk at the effort you put in, you just wanted them to care.
When you were picking out an outfit for tonight, you tried on each variation, but to no avail, you weren’t satisfied. The bedroom looked like a warzone. Shirts and pants scattered along the floor, leaving little to no walking room. You couldn’t help but look forward to seeing everyone, the thought making you anxious for everyone to arrive.
Peter was out for the night doing his nightly activities, when the clock struck eight, signaling that your friends should be here at any moment. You were still perfecting some of the drinks when you checked the clock again, eight forty-five. Your eyes furrowed in confusion as you walked over to your phone to double-check the time and also look for any ‘running late, sorry’ messages. And to your surprise, the time was correct, and no one had texted you.
Taking a seat on the couch, you looked for the digital invite you’d sent everyone to double-check check you got the date right. Maybe I’m the wrong one? Once you found it, you took a deep breath. The date is right.
You tried to find answers as you scrolled through social media. One of the people invited to your party posted a video of themselves dancing in a dimly lit club, the camera panned over to the rest of the group. You can feel your heart sink into your stomach as you realize that everyone you’ve invited was in that video posted five minutes ago.
Now it’s almost midnight, and you haven’t moved besides turning on the TV and reaching for the snacks on your coffee table. Thick tears roll down your face, taking your makeup with you. You texted one of them a few hours ago, simply asking when they would arrive at your place. And of course, you didn’t receive a response.
Too in your mind, you don’t even hear the front door open, revealing Peter quickly shoving his suit in his backpack. He was assuming that there would be other people filling in his apartment, causing him to change in the alley and rush up to meet you. A smile is on his face until he’s met with the sound of silence along with the muffled noise from whatever you are watching.
Then his eyes land on you. Walking over he can’t see your tear-stained cheeks yet as he asks, “Where is everyone, bug?” You sniffle, before turning your head to look at him, instantly breaking down in tears. “Woah,” he instantly sits next to you on the couch, pulling you in for a hug, “tell me what happened.” His tone suddenly turns stern, as he worries.
You look up at him, your skin smudged with a thick smear of black from the mascara you delicately applied just hours before. “Th–They…never showed up,” you take a shaky breath, “everyone ditched me for something else, Pete. And n–no one told me.”
Peter’s worry turned into anger. He was there for you through all of the planning, all of the grocery trips, and all of the outfit changes, and none of them cared to show. He knew that you needed him in this moment. You needed a warm embrace to pour your heart out. And that you did.
You sat and cried with Peter until you fell asleep, exhaustion taking over your body. When Peter felt your breathing even out beside him, he turned off the TV and carried you to your shared bedroom. Placing you down on the mattress, he walked back into the kitchen, quietly packing everything up, and cleaning the space. The last thing you needed to see tomorrow morning was the events of tonight.
You didn’t stir until you felt a cold cloth on your face, softly wiping at your skin. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m just taking your makeup off,” he hushes, placing a delicate kiss on your forehead. You relax under him. The feeling of someone looking after you makes you melt further into the mattress.
With Peter everything was alright, and you knew that he would be right at your side through all of it. That includes texting your friends a lengthy paragraph about the value of friendship.
✮ author's note: oh 🎀 anon, im so sorry you had to deal with this. i've been through something like this a few years back, and it is such a shitty feeling. you don't deserve friends that will push you aside for something they think is better. friendships do not work like that. they should have communicated with you about not making it, but the fact that they just ghosted you completely and tried to cover it up??? shady as hell. i'm always here to listen!!
don't forget to like, comment, and reblog to support this if you liked it!! my asks/inbox is open, so send in requests if you'd like. ok, ily bye<333
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☆ little changes in my routine with big positive impacts ☆
sleep schedule: after years of trying to make the regular 10pm-6am sleep cycle work for me, I have decided to stop. time is a construct and there is no reason to sleep or wake up at 'conventional time' if my body clock is different. recently I've been going to bed at around 12:30pm/1:00am and I wake up at around 7:30am- which seems to be my body wake time. because of this, I wake feeling refreshed although I'm getting lesser hours of sleep. in fact, I wake up before my alarm rings on most days, and it's always a joy to learn that I get to spend ten more minutes in bed before my clock rings xD
night showers: another thing that has greatly helped my sleep is taking a shower a bit before bed. I find it really calming and as a way of actively processing the day and clearing my head before going to bed. I can also skip morning showers on days I need to get to work early. Plus, clean clothes and clean sheets help me sleep better. the only disadvantage to this is that I'm a shower singer and I tend to get in the feels and belt out notes to my favourite songs, which I can't do anymore considering the fact that my shower is around 11am and I shouldn't be disturbing the neighbors :P
switching out social media: deleting social media apps was the easy part. the real challenge was trying to find things to do in those spark moments of boredom when I find myself on the phone. I tried reading ebooks, but I wasn't able to focus. so I started bookmarking links I find interesting so that I can check them out whenever I get the urge to doomscroll. a lot of studyblr link cool videos or articles on their dop posts often, but most of my links come from the Tom Scott Newsletter. unlike the tiredness that comes with doomscrolling, I always feel refreshed and smarter when I use my phone lately. the urge to use my phone has weaned off as well.
digital journaling: when I first started journaling several years ago, it just did not work for me. I think I was more focused on writing everything in a certain way and implementing trackers and spreads that weren't functional for me. but I switched to notion for the past few months and stripped down the journalling process to it's bare essentials. I add a to-do list for the day, a cute picture I either took or found on the internet, and a note on how my day went and how I felt. there's also a checkbox for sleep, water, and exercise. sometimes I add notes on stuff I watch or read, but for the most part it's just this. it takes me just 15min, and I can update it as and when I like because of the phone app, and it helps me stay productive and motivated for the whole day. sometimes I embed gifs of my fav blorbos and go on about them 🤭
#might add more stuff as months pass but these have been really impactful changes and I'm glad I made them :))#studyblr#studyspo#study motivation#student#study blog#megumi.fm
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Joseph Morgan smut
I never really see any Joseph Morgan smut so why not make some ~btw I’m not the best at this so bare with me
*third person pov*
Y/n and Joseph have been a little distant lately where he still has to finish filming the originals
It hasn’t really been the best for y/n her instagram comments are full of fat jokes
Why? Bcuz everyone is jealous of her relationship with Joseph everyone was still stuck on the one ship in the vampire diaries klaroline
Did it hurt her a little? Yes ofc she loves Joseph with everything in her
*y/ns pov*
Im laying in bed like usual waiting for Joseph to get back from filming it’s currently 10:00 am I decent to go on instagram knowing it’s not the best decision ex specially with all of the hate knowing I’m going to start getting insecure again and oh boy was I right
Hundreds of comments calling me fat,ugly, people saying Joseph deserves better, or that I’m to young for him I am 25 yes that’s a 16 year age gap but if he doesn’t have a problem with it should It really matter
Everyone truly believes I’m just after him bcuz he’s famous no he came to me at a time when I needed someone and I fell inlove with him
As I finish reading the comments I feel tears feel up my eyes i figured it’s better if I turned off my phone and layed down so that’s what I did and soon dosed off
It was around 11:00 when I heard the door open I knew he was home but tried to fall back to sleep but after a few minutes I feel the other side of the bed dip and arms wrap around me
Y/n luv are you awake? I hear his soft British accent echo in my ears I soon feel his hand slowly come to my face rubbing my dried tears
“Luv I know your awake I can tell when your faking you know” he says in a soft tone
I slowly open my eyes to see Joseph already looking at me
“Why have you been crying sweetheart”he says sounding concerned
Just stuff but I’m glad your home” I sigh cuddling into his arms
It’s the comments again isn’t it? I didn’t answer him but I knew he could feel me nod into his chest
“My sweet girl don’t listen to then your nothing of those thing they say , you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, you are the one I love” his voice spoke soft and sounded so innocent
“Joseph?”
“Yes my luv”
“Do you think I’m too young for you or not good enough?” I spoke quietly
“Of course not I wouldn’t be here right now if I truly believed what any of them said” his words followed a kiss connecting to my forehead
“And if you don’t believe my words then let ne show you princess” his lips soon connected to my lips
Our tongues slide together his hands going to the side of my face pulling me closer
He soon pulls me over onto his lap
His hands go down to my hips gripping them pushing me down on his lap
I can feel him poking me through his sweats as his hands much there way up my shirt taking it off and unclipping my bra
After he gets my top half fully undressed he flips us over so he’s hovering over me
“Ahh what a beautiful site” he says but doesn’t sound very innocent anymore
His mouth connects to my breast, his tongue swirling around my nipple
I could feel his hands going down to my pants slowly sliding them down and off my ankle leaving me in nothing but my thong
“I think these will have to go luv” he spoke hooking his fingers around them taking them off like he did with my pants
As he hovers over me his eyes scan my body I soon start remembering all of the comments making me feel like I’m fat I put my over my stomach but he jerks up back up above my head
“Ahh what do you think your doing sweetheart?”
“Uh-nothing” I spoke out shyly
“That’s what I thought now be a good girl and keep your hands up there tonight is about you” his lips connect to my neck making there way down farther and farther until they make it to where I need him most
He slowly spreads my legs placing his lips on mine ;)
“ I can’t believe this is all mine” he started off with sticking one digit in but it soon turns into two
At this point I’m a moaning mess his mouth lapping me at clit like its his last meal and his fingers pumping in and out of me I feel my stomach tighten I know I’m close
“So tight and wet for me are you close yet my luv”
I couldn’t even get out an yes without screaming as I came around his fingers
As I’m a panting mess he makes me look him in the eyes as he kisses me lining his self up with me he asks
“Is this okay sweetheart”
“ god yes please I need you” I didn’t have to say that twice before he started pounding in and out of me
I throw my head back my back arching digging my nails into his back and every thrust made me moan louder and louder as I got closer
“Fuck luv so tight who’s pussy is this”
I couldn’t anwser the pleasure slowly took over my body
“I said who’s pussy is this” he grunts out
“All yours it’s all yours daddy” I scream out
“Good girl”
That was enough for me I came all over his cock
He falls down in the bed beside me
“God that was amazing”
“Fuck yeah” I saw cuddling into his chest
As I close my eyes I realize I haven’t took my birth control and he didnt pull out
“Omg Joseph”
“What’s wrong?” He jumps up worried
“You didnt pull out”
“Aren’t you off birth control”
“No Joseph we talked about it I thought we both agreed I was gonna stop taking it for a while”
“So you could get pregnant?” He asks as he starts to smile
“Yeah” I sigh
“ you don’t want to have a kid?”
“Ofc I want to have a kids but what if you don’t and you leave?” I spoke quietly
“I want to start a family with you more the anything princess” he says raising up kissing me
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Rhaena and Aemond headcanons?
Hi I hope it’s okay if I did modern!headcanons, I’ve been on a modern au kick lately:
I feel like their relationship would be long distance, but they can afford to see each-other every weekend or hell some days out of the week depending on their university schedule
Aemond would fly out the most though, mostly because he doesn’t want to be at home, but also because he absolutely loves how happy Rhaena gets when she can show him new things
Rhaena is studying textiles for her study abroad in YiTi. Aemond is in absolute awe of every project she does since she’s a fashion design major
Aemond and Rhaena rarely got to see each other during the earlier semesters since their universities, King’s Landing University and Seven Kingdoms Design Academy respectively, sat about 45 minutes from each other
Everything became much more lax as they entered their junior and senior years, but Rhaena of course wanted to follow in the footsteps of her grandfather and did a study abroad. Aemond misses her dearly but supports her efforts to further her career
The relationship is very much muse x artist, with Aemond being the muse and Rhaena being the creative visionary
Aemond was often used to test out designs she created, constantly putting something on or taking something off
Actually he walked one of her final project shows and he was terrified but he pushed through because he wanted to make Rhaena happy
Oh I forgot to mention, Aemond likes to get Rhaena a plushie before he flies out and a small bouquet of flowers
Rhaena likes to kiss his temple near his sapphire eye while he likes to kiss her on the cheek. They also kiss on the lips duh
Oooh they wanna be different, they both think kissing in these places is much more intimate and their silent way of saying “I love you” transcends affections oooh
Aemond isn’t much of a digital or social media person so Rhaena takes couples pictures on film. He has a couple of frames of the both of them in his room
He also has a small picture of her in his wallet. All 35 of them.
Rhaena likes to get him YiTish skincare and watches. If there’s one accessory he likes it’s a watch. He’s learned a lot about styling different prints and textures, while still keeping his iconic all black outfits.
One time they went out clubbing because Rhaena’s fashion school friend invited them out and while Aemond wasn’t expecting to get drunk he did get a little more tipsy than expected
“I’m going to get your name tattooed on me. On my face or my back wherever you want it,” He yelled. Rhaena of course went 😟 and insisted he doesn’t do that
Aemond 100% wakes up embarrassed the next day and DENIES he ever said that
He definitely spoils her with material things to try to make her forget he ever said that. She’s not complaining because he absolutely loves buying her stuff. She’s used to that kind of behavior from her own family members so Aemond has to step up
If Rhaena wanted a designer item he would set up his laptop, computer, and phone to make sure he has a winning chance. Bots have nothing on him
Managed to get her a nice archive piece for her birthday and she fell even harder than she thought
Definitely recreated the Maison Margiela kiss shirt
They have to hold hands while going out because BOTH of them have the tendency to wander off
#modern hotd#rhaemond#aemond targaryen#rhaena x aemond#aemond x rhaena#modern!aemond targaryen#rhaemond headcanons#king’s landing uni-verse#modern!rhaena targaryen#Aemond targaryen x Rhaena targaryen
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17 and Fleggie??
every time we lie awake
flynn taylor has never had a normal-person sleep schedule, and her schedule as a dj doesn't really help matters. weddings, parties, clubs; she's all work and no play and sleeps in the middle of the day because that's the grind, baby.
so she's always up late, and there's this guy--well, she assumes it's a guy; his tumblr username is nerfherderhero and she's pretty sure she's seen some posts referencing his pronouns--who seems to have the same late-night schedule she does; he's always reblogging funny dog videos on her dash at just the right time and adding amazing tags to star wars posts (she still hasn't stopped laughing about him calling kylo ren "evil emo mayonnaise")
they have this funny little tumblr mutual relationship--the thing is, they have so much in common; he's always posting cool music for her to explore (she adds a LOT to her playlists, it's awesome) and he reblogs every artistic photo of food she uploads. (she has a whole series of ironic portraits of the stuff she orders from in-n-out; it's pretty hilarious if she does say so herself.)
they chat through tags. nerfherder is so off-the-wall funny; he says the most random things and flynn fucking loves it. he also has excellent taste in music.
julie starts giving her A Look whenever flynn mentions "my tumblr friend".
whatever! flynn is allowed to have friends she doesn't like. Know Personally. that's what the internet is for!
except there comes a two-week stretch where nerfherderhero kind of goes quiet. flynn even checks to make sure he didn't change his username but that's not it--he's just. not posting at the moment. no queue, no reblogs. her artistically-arranged chili dog photo goes un-noticed.
it's fine. flynn is Fine About It. he's probably just busy!
it's just rough because julie is also away, on tour with her new band--she met this group of dudes at college and has been spending all of her time writing songs with the guitarist (writing songs. suuuure, says flynn, and julie sticks her tongue out on their facetime call.)
flynn taylor has never been a coward, though (well, much of a coward) so she takes that terrifying internet friend plunge and pulls up a direct message.
hey--this is awkward but uh. hi! i just
i just noticed that you're not around as much anymore
which is totally your right obviously
good for you for digitally detoxing lol
i just--i miss you
she doesn't add the exclamation point even though it would make her seem more unaffected.
because the thing is: she's affected.
carrie laughs at her when she brings it up at brunch. it's not actually a mean laugh, despite it being carrie.
"only you would manage to crush on someone you don't even talk to," she says, sipping her passionfruit mimosa.
"better than when i had a crush on you," flynn retorts, but carrie just laughs again.
it all comes to a head when she facetimes julie late one night after a dj gig. she's wired, and there are no posts from Han Solo (which is unfortunately what flynn is now calling him in her head), and she just wants to mope with her best friend.
"oh, god, not you too," julie says. "reggie's all whiny because he broke his phone and we're in the middle of nowhere right now, so there aren't many places to go to fix it or get a new one. he's miserable. he keeps asking to borrow our phones to log into tumblr, of all things. something about his friend rapunzel."
"what."
flynn's username is remixingrapunzel bc she's flynn and she's a dj and also her braids are really long.
"yeah, he's like totally obsessed with her. them? i'm...not actually sure."
"her."
and julie's forehead wrinkles on her phone screen.
"how do you know?"
"um."
and the whole thing comes spilling out. han solo, funny captions on her in-n-out fries, the humiliating "i miss you" message that was never returned.
julie's eyes just keep getting wider.
"hang on," she says, and turns to yell over her shoulder. "reggie!"
there's a scuffle and julie hissing "come ON" and a long sigh, and then, sitting with julie, is the cutest boy flynn has ever seen in her actual life. he's got dark hair and nice freckles and right now he seems kind of sad, but oh my god, he's so so cute.
she can't help herself.
"nerfherder?" she says, tentatively.
his eyes lighten and it almost makes up for the last two weeks of misery.
"rapunzel," he breathes, and flynn has a feeling there are even more late nights in her future.
she's more than fine with that.
#at first this was going to be a you've got mail au#like rival musicians#dj v live band#but then it turned into chatfic#and specifically tumblr fic lol#how#flynn x reggie#julie and carrie do not know flynn's tumblr name because what happens on tumblr stays on tumblr#some things are private hahahahaha#also remember when these were supposed to be me just telling you what the story was about? LMAO
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Better late than never!
As promised, I am here to discuss my thoughts on Goodnight Punpun and Psyren, the first and second place manga that won my "What manga that I know nothing about should I get from the library" poll. I'm still not very far into either, just a few volumes cause I got distracted by catching up with some other things, but I am enjoying both so far!
As another note, I've realized I really, really enjoy reading physical manga! There's something about being able to hold the book in your hands that makes me appreciate the art and story more. Idk, I read a lot of digital manga (often because there literally isn't an English or physical version), so it feels special. Highly recommend getting something random from your local library so you can feel some kind of way like this too!
TLDR: sometimes it's fun to read something totally new! I plan on finishing both of these series and can't wait to get back to them after I've finished my current diversions :)
Psyren
Psyren is a pretty typical feeling Shonen with fun characters and a neat mystery/setting. While you've probably seen a lot of its elements before, they come together here in a really satisfying way! Volume 3 in particular got me absolutely hooked, and I've been really enjoying seeing the world come together and the stakes get higher.
For a quick summary, Ageha Yoshina is a typical rowdy teen who gets tangled up the urban legend of "Psyren," a world connected to Earth that only accepts a chosen few, when an old friend goes missing.
Both Psyren and Goodnight Punpun are from the mid/late 2000s, and Psyren in particular feels nostalgic to me. I love the use of flip phones and payphones, and the rumors surrounding "Psyren" is like something born out of internet culture from that time period.
My favorite character so far is the punk psychic classical piano star who acts as the main characters' mentor figure. She's great, and honestly it's hard competition because all of the characters are super likable. The flow of the story is fun as well - I like narratives where characters have to balance another world / another life with the one they currently have and I feel like there's a lot of potential to see Ageha deal with "school life" alongside fighting for his life in Psyren.
Psyren is a super easy read, and it's blend of familiar tropes with 2000s nostalgia makes it feel strangely fresh. The Earth of Psyren has a lot "fear" about the current state of the world, from climate change to the economy, so it feels relevant to today as well. I can already see Ageha starting to care about things outside himself and I watch him grow further! If anything from the above sounds like fun, I recommend giving Psyren a read (at least through volume 3 please VOLUME 3 IS REALLY GOOD!)
Goodnight Punpun
So right off the bat, Goodnight Punpun is not what I expected and it's a bit difficult to describe. It follows Punpun, a young boy whose family all looks like little bird creatures as he goes through the trials and tribulations of childhood. He goes to school, he has crushes, he hangs out with his friends. He can talk to god (the giant floating head of the author shown above). Yknow, normal kid stuff.
However Goodnight Punpun is absolutely not written kids. It's about kids and adolescence and growing up, but it doesn't hide any harsh realities - abuse, divorce, addiction, puberty, sexuality, religion, and more. These topics aren't fully understood by the kids but are very clear to the intended adult audience.
Honestly I was a little put off at first. The art, while extremely detailed and often beautiful, is sometimes quite ugly as the creator likes to draw most adults like caricatures. The story felt disjointed, the sense of humor is hit or miss, and the overall tone could be described as an "acquired taste."
But as I neared the end of the first volume, the pieces felt like they were really coming together. The little moments between the kids, the honesty of childhood crushes, the glimpses into character's lives at home, and the struggles the adults are facing really do add up into something... And the slight dip into "thriller" territory didn't hurt either!
My library only had the first 2 volumes, so while looking for places to read online I found that this series is actually quite well known and it has (or at one point had) a proper following. Near the end of volume 2 or 3, there's actually a bit of a skip in time, so I assume each "arc" of the manga will cover a different important time in Punpun's adolescence and maybe even teen years. If you want to give Goodnight Punpun a try, I highly recommend at least reading through volume one unless you are really put off by some of the subject matter.
As the first volume said on the back, "Punpun is a normal kid. He wants his crush to like him back, he wants to win a Nobel Prize, he wants to grow up, he wants to watch some porn. That's what he wants, but what does he get?" Well I want to see what happens to him and his classmates, and I really hope it's good things, but it'll probably be a mix of good, bad, and weird.
#fun talk tag#psyren#good night punpun#phew! wanted to get this written up this week and I'm glad I did#I hope the manga pages under the readmore show up right... they were looking weird in the draft#apologies if anything is hard to read!#And I appreciate you soooo much if you read even part of my ramble! It's very long I'm aware#I hope to do another post like this in the far off future when I actually yknow finish both series :) so look forward to that!
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Love in the Madhouse (Harley Quinn x Reader) Part 1
Love in the Madhouse Part 1
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
The obnoxious, repetitive sound of my alarm blasts my eardrums as I slowly awake from my deep sleep. I sit up on my old, worn-down bed as I rub my eyes. Once I’m done, I check my digital clock and see the time written in red digits.
07:00
Two more hours till work. Good thing I live closely to my place of work.
Before I can even start to get ready for work, however, the phone that lies on the desk next to my bed starts vibrating frantically to the point where it starts slightly moving.
God dammit, not even five minutes.
I grab my phone and immediately answer the call without looking at the caller ID. I don’t need to. There is only one person who would call me this early. “Hey, Penny.”
“Hey, Y/N.” she responds, her voice gentle and soft. “I hope I’m not ringing up too early.”
I open my mouth to respond, only to being cut off by a yawn.
Penny chuckles at what she hears, finding my display of tiredness amusing. “I guess that answered my question.”
Yeah, no shit.
“You called up just to make fun of me?” I sarcastically respond back, rising from my bed to walk to the living room. It looks exactly as it did before I went to bed: full of papers scattered everywhere. The vague memory of me spilling my documents in my tired state washes over me as I groan internally. This is too much for a morning, especially for a working day.
“Can’t a girlfriend phone up their partner?” she teasingly responds.
If it was any other day I would have found this funny. This was not one of those days. Still, however, I persist.
“Yeah, yeah.” I reply. “At least I get to hear your voice before heading to work.”
“Aww, that’s so sweet. You always have your way with words, dear.”
“If you say so.” I dryly reply, too tired to come up with any other response.
“You excited about tonight?”
Huh?
“Tonight?”
“Yeah, we’re going to Pauli’s Diner after you finish work tonight, remember? We made plans about it a couple days ago. Don’t tell me you forgot about it…”
I detect a trace of sadness as she trails off. Shit. I completely forgot about that.
“No, no, of course not.” I lie to her with fake excitement. “I’m still tired from waking up. Brain is not fully working yet, you know?”
I hear a sigh of relief on the other end. “Good. I’ve been really excited about it. It’s going to be great!”
“Yeah…”
The conversation goes on for a few minutes, talking about simple mundane stuff. As she talks about something I couldn’t care less about, I look back at the clock. I’m planning on getting to work around 08:15-08:30 ish so I can have a break before I start. If there is time to get ready, it is now.
“Penny, I would love to talk more but I really need to get ready for work.”
“Okay, love you.“
“Love you too.”
I silently hang up and place them onto the kitchen counter.
Dammit.
Three words. Three simple words. A while ago they were full of genuine energy, happiness, and love. Nowadays it feels rehearsed.
I still remember when I first met Penny. We were both students at Gotham University. I was studying psychology and she was learning finance. We shouldn’t have met, really. The chances of seeing each other were so slim. And yet on a cold October day, when I was late to one of my lectures, a caffeine addicted student that was me accidentally ran right into her. One small talk and here we are. We’ve been dating for the past few years. The first couple years, it was amazing. I felt like I was made of gold. Now, somehow, that gold has begun to rust and corrode away. It’s not her fault. Really, it isn’t. It just…happened. Over time the relationship just felt…bland. I didn’t get excitement or thrill anymore. Most of time I have to fake it for Penny’s sake.
I should break up with her. I really should. And I plan too…just not yet.
I’m such a coward, I know that, but…Penny is one of the only few things that make me feel…alive anymore. Or, at least, close to it. Without her…the closest thing that could replicate the same effect as Penny was my job…
…at Arkham Asylum.
Speaking of which, I really should get ready for work.
I arrive at 8:30 sharp as usual. Everything is the same as I left it last Friday. The same narrow, almost claustrophobic, corridors, the same large, dusty framed painting of the warden by the reception desk and the same old and tired doctors with all the hope they once had vanished. And that is not even mentioning the same variety of inmates or, like some guards like to describe them as, “pyschos”.
I haven’t worked here for too long. In fact, last week was the one-year anniversary of me being a psychiatrist at Arkham. I still remember my first day. Everything seemed so bright. My love for Penny burned as bright as the sun and my optimism and passion were through the roofs. I had so many ideas on how to cure Gotham’s rogues gallery, so many dreams of curing this city from the ilness that has plagued its roots for far too long.
Many doctors at Arkham merely scoffed or rolled their eyes at my naivety when I first arrived, claiming that I will soon lose them in this hellish place.
My love for Penny was lost. My passion? My determination to save this city? Absolutely not.
And that passion, that determination, led me to my first breakthrough:
My successful treatment of Gotham’s infamous Julian Day, once the criminal known as the Calendar Man.
It was tough, it was exhausting, and required a lot of patience of Mr Day telling me all the monstrous crimes he committed on certain holidays, but it was all worth it. Coincidentally, last week was also when Julian was released from Arkham Aslyum as a cured, sane man. I don’t know what he’s going to do, but I’m just glad I cured a piece of evil that stenches the city.
The ill in Gotham can be cured. I was sure of it then and I am sure of it now, and Julian Day is living proof.
I walk into my office and casually placed my bag on the sofa and my files on my desk. It was decently sized and decently cleaned. I haven’t really decorated mine as much as others have. Some have tons of picture frames of their families and friends on their desks and called it a day. Others have nothing at all. As for me, I don’t have any pictures of my family. Not anymore at least. I haven’t spoken to my parents in years since I told them I wanted to be a psychiatrist rather than a gymnast like they wanted me to be so I could carry on the family tradition. I don’t care, though. Not anymore. All I have on my desk is a picture of me and Penny hanging out at an amusement park a year ago.
The thought brings my attention to that very same picture, lying there at the right corner of my desk. I haven’t moved it in so long that dust surrounds the frame. I carefully lift it up and examine it closely. In front of a giant Ferris wheel there is Penny, her beautiful black hair curled up into a ponytail and her bright blue eyes shining with excitement, grinning without a care in the world, and me, who shares that exact grin.
I remember that time. It was a good memory. It was before everything in this relationship went to shit, on my side anyway. I felt…alive.
“There’s my favourite doctor!”
The joyous voice snaps me out of my thoughts as I turn to look at its origin.
Of course, it was him. I recognise that carefree voice, that short black beard, the warm, honey-like eyes, and the messy brown hair from anywhere: my best friend, David.
“There’s my favourite security guard.” I joyously respond back. I place the picture frame back onto my desk, now long forgotten like it once was.
David and I met during my very first experience of a riot at Arkham when Basil Karlo was trying to escape. I would have been killed if he hadn’t intervened. Since then, we have been best friends.
The security guard walks up to my desk holding up a newspaper in his hands and plants it on it right in the centre. “Sorry to tell you, bud, but your breakthrough with Calendar Man has been overshadowed.”
I glance at the headline of the paper. There, in big, bold, black letters it says: “BATMAN SAVES MAYOR FROM CLOWN PRINCE OF CRIME”
Why am I not surprised?
“Eh, it’s fine.” I tell him, shrugging as I do so. “I didn’t become a psychiatrist to be famous. I did it to save lives.”
My genuine tone makes David chuckle. “Always an optimist.”
I chuckle back. “Hey, that’s what you like about me.”
He hums in agreement. “That is true. Not many doctors tend to be optimistic after a while. The fact that you’re still hopeful is an achievement in itself.”
He’s right. I can’t name a single doctor who starts their day with a smile.
“I’m one of a kind.” I smartly tell him. “Anyway, when did that stuff with Joker and the Mayor happen?”
My question leaves David open mouthed, his jaw nearly dropping to the floor. “Are you for real? It happened last night!”
Last night?!
“What? Seriously?!” I tell him, as I glance back at the opening article. Yeah, it does say the attack happened last night.
“Yeah! It happened eleven at night, it was crazy! How did you miss it?!”
Ah…that explains it.
“I might have fallen asleep from utter exhaustion.” I told him, rubbing the back of my neck.
My friend sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of his nose. “I thought you said you were going to relax a bit after our last conversation.”
I nervously chuckle at that, a spark of guilt forming in my gut. “I know, David. I just can’t help myself. I really want to help the patients here.”
He looks back up at me and his face softens slightly. “Yeah, I know, but you can’t help anyone if you look like you’re about to pass out.”
I know he’s right. It’s the truth. But it’s hard to relax nowadays. It’s hard to stop doing one of the few things that make me feel more alive than ever.
Still, to ease his conscious, I relent. “Okay, okay, you’re right. I’m sorry. I’ll try to relax next time.”
My reassurance seems to bring my friend relief as the tension from his body is released. Before either of us could say another word, however, a monotone female voice erupts the intercoms.
“Can Dr. Y/N L/N please visit Professor Hugo Strange’s office.”
Shit, not Strange.
“Uh oh.” David speaks up, slight worry in his voice. “You got to visit Strange.”
I groan loudly, rubbing my hands down my cheeks dramatically. “Fuck sake. I hope he’s in a good mood today.”
Strange is quite possibly the most brilliant mind in this place, far smarter than all the doctors here. I heard he travelled around the world learning a variety of psychological methods to help in his therapy for his patients. He’s so good that he has even caught the eye of Warden Sharp. I was so excited to see him when I first got here, so happy to see a brilliant professor at last. When I finally met him, he didn’t even bat me an eye. He quickly walked past me, bumping shoulders in the process, and rudely commented that I looked unprofessional. Since then, I learned that Strange is certainly not the man I thought he was. He cares very little about his patients nor his co-workers. In all honesty it seems like he’s only a professor just so he could manipulate his way into becoming famous and having some level of power.
And now I have been summoned to his office. Terrific.
David pats me on the back and walks out of the room, muttering a sympathetic “Good luck.” Before he vanishes from view.
Okay, Y/N, calm down. Maybe it won’t be so bad.
After all, what’s the worst that could happen?
This is the first time I am ever in Professor Strange’s office and, quite frankly, it is just as I imagined. The atmosphere is cold and distant, much like the owner itself, with every piece of necessary equipment meticulously organised with not a single item out of place. The only picture that I can see on the dull, grey walls is Strange’s framed P.H.D degree.
A rough cough interrupts my thoughts as I turn to see the man of my thoughts himself, sitting behind his desk. His eyes behind the circular specs of glasses are just as chilling as the atmosphere in this room, his short brown beard so sharp it could cut you just by looking at it, and his pure white uniform resembling a mad scientist from a science fiction movie.
“Good morning, Doctor L/N.”
I gulp at the hard voice that emits from the man’s mouth. Its full of power and confidence. He has complete control of the situation.
“Good morning, Professor Strange.” I reply back, trying to mimic his confidence.
Strange gestures the chair in front of the desk with right hand, his eyes never leaving mine. “Please, have a seat.”
I slowly but surely make my way over there, each step feeling like a lifetime. When I finally sit down, I realise how close we are. His dead eyes have not blinked once.
“Now, Doctor L/N, I understand you have quite a busy schedule today so I will not waste our time.” Strange coldly states. “I am sure you are aware of last night’s incident.”
I nod slowly in confirmation. “Vaguely, Professor Strange. I only know that Batman saved the Mayor from the Joker from the newspaper.”
Apparently, my answer seemed to irritate the professor, who proceeds to huff in response. “Vaguely? Have you been living under a rock?”
Did he just ask that? That fucking ass-
-No. Stay calm, Y/N. Just stay calm.
I take a deep, long breath in an attempt to calm myself. Once I release it, I try to give the nicest answer possible. “I was quite tired last night from my work, so I had an early night. I only just heard about the incident a few short minutes ago.”
The professor hums in acknowledgement. “I see. So, I take it you are unaware that Harleen Quinzel is a patient once again at our establishment?”
Harleen Quinzel?! Harley Quinn is here?!
Surprisingly, I have not once seen her as a patient in the asylum. I heard from some of the guards and doctors that she and her “boyfriend” escaped during a riot over a year ago. But now she’s back?!
I force my face and tone of voice to remain neutral to disguise my shock. Whether I succeeded or not is unknown. “I was unaware of that news.”
His eyes still have not left my own. Not even once. “Of course. She was captured by the Batman during the attack at City Hall and was brought here. The Joker, on the other hand, escaped his grasp. From what I heard him and the GCPD are trying to locate him.”
I nod slowly at his words, trying to understand the point he’s making…but failing. “With all due respect, Professor Strange, but how does this relate to me?”
The man huffs again, clearly impatient and frustrated that I have not figured out whatever he’s planning. “Who are the patients you are currently treating, Doctor L/N?”
My patients? How are they connected? Shouldn’t he know that anyway?
“Waylon Jones, Edward Nashton, Victor Fries, and Harvey Dent.” I carefully list out.
“And I believe Mr. Dent is your more recent patient out of the rest after the leave of Julian Day, am I correct?” he continues.
“Yes, sir.” I reply.
“I see.” He simply says. “Well then, I am sure Mr Dent would not mind too much when he is transferred to another doctor.”
TRANSFERRED? ANOTHER DOCTOR?
“Transferred?!” I immediately respond, leaning forward in a flash. “Why is he being transferred to someone else? I voluntarily chose to tackle Mr Dent’s case, Professor Strange. Not many doctors around here have done that.”
My upset reaction does not move Strange in the slightest. In fact, I can see a smirk slowly forming on the left side of his lips. He’s enjoying this.
“Because, Doctor L/N, you will be focused on another patient. Specifically, Miss Quinzel.”
WHAT?!
HARLEY QUINN IS GOING TO BE MY PATIENT? HARLEY QUINN? THE WOMAN WHO BIT OFF A DOCTOR’S EAR THAT ONE TIME?! THE HARLEY QUINN WHO IS OFTEN TO SAID TO BE CRAZIER THAN THE JOKER?! THAT HARLEY QUINN?!
“Sir, with all due respect, I don’t think this is a wise decision.” I carefully explain to him, trying my hardest not to make him mad. “Miss Quinzel has shown to be quite dangerous around the doctors a lot of the time. I heard she even bit an ear off of one of them.”
Despite my caution, my words cause Strange to sneer violently. “And yet you have no problem having an animal as your patient.”
That fucking asshole. Of course, he brings Waylon into it.
“Waylon is not an animal.” I grunt out, my teeth grating as I say it. “He is a human being. A person, just like the rest of us.”
Strange then has the absolute audacity to sarcastically laugh at my statement as if I was telling a funny joke. “Don’t fool yourself, Croc is an animal. He is cannibalistic killer who hates humanity.”
I have been Waylon’s doctor for the past few months now. While it took a while to get through to him, he eventually warmed up to me when I actually treated him like a person unlike everyone else. From what he has told me about his past, I certainly don’t blame him for hating humanity.
“Waylon is learning.” I tell him. “Progress is slow, but it’s progress nonetheless.”
Strange rises from the desk and walks to a file cabinet at the left corner of the room. He opens one of the draws and quickly pulls out a file and places it on the desk right in front of me. In big, bold letters I see the name “DR. HARLEEN FRANCIS QUINZEL”
“If you have no problem “helping” that animal then I’m sure you will have no problem helping your new patient.”
No, no, no, this cannot be happening.
“But why me?”
“Why not you?” he counters. “You have only been employed at Arkham for a year and you managed to, quote on quote, “cure” one of Gotham’s infamous killers. Miss Quinzel is one of the most dangerous criminals in the city. Warden Sharp himself believes that you can get through to her for the benefit of Gotham.”
Ah…now I see what this is about.
“Is this about “the benefit of Gotham”…or is this about helping the Warden’s mayoral campaign?”
It’s no secret that Warden Sharp cares more about his reputation and ambitions to be mayor than his co-workers and patients, much like Strange himself (no wonder they get along). When Julian Day was released, Sharp received nothing but praise. If I cure Harley Quinn herself then he would win the election by a landslide.
My accusatory question makes Strange sneer yet again and proceeds to lean forward until our faces are inches apart, his eyes glaring daggers right into mine.
“Remember your place, Doctor L/N.” he spits out. “You are going to take this case and you are going to help Miss Quinzel, otherwise I recommend you should explore your career somewhere else. Are we clear?”
What?! He’s going to fire me if I don’t do this job?! He can’t do that! Right?
But then again…he does supervise all the other doctors. And I think there was that one time where he fired a doctor who couldn’t meet his absurd standards…
He’s going to actually fire me if I don’t do this job, huh? After that massive breakthrough I accomplished, I’m still a disposable asset to him? To the Warden who would no doubt listen to his favourite doctor?!
FUCK!
“Crystal.” I reply through gritted teeth, my anger evident.
My eventually compliance brings a smug smile on Strange’s lips, pleased by my reaction. “I am glad we came to an understanding, Doctor L/N. You’re first session with Miss Quinzel is tomorrow morning at 10:00am. That will give you plenty of time for you to have a look at her file. Good day.”
I slowly rise from my chair and grab the file, my eyes never leaving his. My heated gaze is an inch of my boiling anger, its intensity rising every damn second I’m in his office.
“Good day, Professor Strange.”
I walk back to my office, every step feeling like a lifetime, as I realise the reality of my situation.
That bastard! That fucking bastard! He thinks can do this to me?!
“Hey, there you are!”
I look up and see David approaching me, a concerned look written all across his features. “What’s wrong?”
I release a long, painfully heavy sigh as I give him my blunt answer.
“Harley Quinn is going to be my new fucking patient.”
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Get to know the blogger game!
I was tagged by: @dinluke 💙 [blue heart emoji]
• Share your wallpaper:
My redflag is that my laptop always has the default and I haven't set my phone background since I got a new one last year
• Last song you listened to:
"bad reputation" by Joan Jett. @psionicowl has a CD and that was playing last time we were in the car together <3
• Currently reading:
"Devotions" by Mary Oliver! It's the first time I've read a poetry book before, and several months later I'm 90% of the way through it! I like most of her stuff I've read so far. I also finished "Time is the Simplest Thing" by Clifford Simak, which I really loved! It's a sci fi novel published in the 60's. I'm going to start "Borne" by Jeff VanderMeer. I like most of his other stuff I've read so far, so I'm looking forward to cracking it open.
• Last movie:
"Logan" (2017), which was a few months ago. I really prefer TV shows to movies most of the time. Logan is one of my favorite movies though
• Last show:
The last show I finished was "Shadow and Bone", and I'm currently (re)watching "Better Call Saul" (with an odd "House M.D." or "Psych" episode thrown in here and there)
• Craving:
Human companionship 😭[crying emoji]. Also artisan mills farmhouse cheddar crackers [link]
• What are you wearing:
A dark green short sleeve tshirt and brick red sweat shorts, and wristwatch (digital, black, and definitely not smart)
• How tall are you?
5 feet 8 inches
• Piercings:
I have an eyebrow piericing and an industrial piercing! I'd love to get my lobes pierced (again...) and maybe a second eyebrow piercing!
• Tattoos
I have the solar system across my left collar bone and a blackwork cloud with lightning coming out of it, and an eye through the center (almost an exact, just slightly cleaned up reproduction of a sketch I did!) On my left shoulder. I want to get a sleeve on that arm of cryptids and vines, and I'd love to tattoo my scalp some day with vines.
• Glasses/contacts:
I can only see 4 inches from my face without glasses, so I wear mine constantly! Sometimes I will get contacts during the summer to make outdoorsy activities easier
• Last thing you ate:
Those goodie girl thin mint knock offs [link]
• Favorite color:
Navy blue is my favorite, but I also love brick red, dark green, and yellow!
• Current obsession:
Having a sewing kick! Media wise I'm coming off "Shadow and Bone" lockdown and reigniting "Better Call Saul" brain. I have some lingering "Severance" and "Andor" brainworms too. "The Mandalorian" has been so disappointing lately that I barely care about it all.
• Pets:
I have a halloween moon crab named Candy Corn and an asian spiny toad named Breaker
• Favorite fictional character:
Fuck. Evil question. Castiel from "Supernatural" and Ahsoka from "Star Wars" probably
• Last place you traveled:
To work 😭[crying emoji]
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@stormikins @butchghostbird @vampgf @meshla @rogueninja @tamayokny @dykefagz
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Okay so like- the cooker at my new place absolutely SUCKS I can't cook anything with it so last night I went to use the air fryer I got, right? As I've gone to use it EVERY. SINGLE. SOCKET. In my flat went boom! And my phone was on like 7% cause I was about to charge it and would be dead by morning and I needed my alarm for uni. So at this point I haven't eaten, my wife her literally EXPLODED, it sparked white and let out a loud pop, im in pitch black, I'm honestly kinda scared and my phone is gonna die before morning. So already not off to a good start, but oh well, I find my battery pack that has 1% which SOMEHOW got my phone to 50% before quitting and like- my battery pack, my girl was the real mpv in this- like my mother and I was screaming at each other over the phone over this cause she said I'm so negative and that's why, and I was just like "oh sorry- lemme fucking will the power back on with positive thinking!". So we now start at today, I go downstairs, get the to fix my sincere then leave for uni- the bus was PACKED, like completely chock-a-block and I almost fell into a woman's lap so was SOOO embarrassed and wanted to die, and I had blisters from heels so my feet hurt like hell. I get into uni where almost immediately everyone's talking about plans to go out for Halloween including my "friends" right next to me and discussing it when I'm clearly not invited :') then we have a presentation I wasn't prepared for cause I've been so busy with a cancer scare with my grandad and my elderly dog has been doing so poorly lately. Everyone else had the bets fucking work and ideas and I was so embarrassed to even show what I had done and Sven tho my teacher tried there really wasn't much she could say in comparison and I spent like- 2 hours sitting there on my phone cause apparently I've murdered everyone's im the classes pets over the summer and no one wants go know me now even tho I was literally voted as most charismatic. At lunch I went and got a sausage roll cause I still haven't eaten at this point- then we had digital in the afternoon. Now idk if I've mentioned this before but I am HEAVILY dyslexic, like I'm the 2nd worst case my examiner has sent in 40 years heavy. And atleast 5 times within 2 hours I had to go up to my teacher to PROUDLY announce that I in fact could not do the task she had set, as I can't. Fucking. Read. And then she said in the lesson how interns are expected to put all the swatches into the right places which I obviously cannot do because cannot read. So I've just gotten home and got into another argument with my mum whilst having a massive meltdown again, still haven't eaten and I'm now grasping with the fact that I may not even be able to do fashion design and I've just got into loads of debt and wasted my time for nothing, but in also stuck here and can't do fuck all about it and I really fucking miss my dog. Oh and Ethan dropped out.
Sorry for the rant bestie ~🌻
oh my god sonny, if there was one time i really, really wish i could come through the screen & give someone a massive hug it would be right now.
i really don't know what to say, but i'm glad you had a space to get this all out. and lemme just say rn, for someone w terrible dyslexia you are such a trooper to be here talking to me and reading my stuff cause, imma be honest, i'm pretty wordy sometimes.
i really, really hope this next month turns around for you.
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My dude, its not that your content is boring, or you are a bad writer, or that people hate you. Quite the contrary, you are incredibly creative and passionate and that is always a delight to see. The thing is you are on a dying website on a fandom that tends to be the butt of jokes (so most people dont want to be associated with it) and you write about one of the last popular characters there. Its a niche community, thats why your posts dont reach a big audience. (1/2)
I can't help but feel that way lately ever since my instrusive thoughts came back bad the worst they've ever been and it feels like everyone is proving all the horrible things my mind is telling me about myself and my work to be true. It just seems like people don't really care about what I have to offer anymore, like I can't entertain anymore so now I'm worthless. The idea that my creations that make me happy makes others happy too is one of the only things that kept me going and motivated to share more but it feels like it's dwindling. I appreciate you and everyone else that has been supporting me and I'm glad you still enjoy my content. I don't want to seem ungrateful but my mind is being nasty to me and seeing how a lot of people seem to be losing interest across all three of my blogs more than ever is getting me down even more.
It's a shame that the site is dying when Twitter is garbage that kills the passion and creativity of many. Yeah that might be a part of it but I definitely have a more active follower base than it seems most of the time. I notice this when a bunch of people following me only like/rb/interact with stuff I reblog and clearly scroll past my self made posts in between. And yeah Eggman isn't that popular, especially not modern/game canon. But I'm even starting to feel like an outcast to the Eggman fandom space here (despite being here before most since 2015 when there were barely any Eggman posting blogs. I was the one accused of gatekeeping for not liking jimbotnik but I'm the one feeling pushed out and alienated now lol) because I don't like the movie and I'm not big on the popular romantic ships, headcanons, and fanon interpretations now. It just feels like everything I do is wrong and what I have to offer is never good enough, or the interest doesn't last because I don't do all the new things that are considered cool now.
Undoubtedly part of it is also that I write more. But fuck man, art is hard and even harder when you have to digitalize it on a phone. It's become more stressful than fun so I can't do it a lot. I just wish that fandoms didn't always make creators feel like writing doesn't matter and isn't as good as art. I've seen people entirely disregard writing and automatically assume it to be trash just because it isn't art. And a lot of people don't tend to support writing like they do with art, even if they do like it. But I wish people understood that creators need at least some support if they want them to keep creating, otherwise they won't think it's worth it or anyone cares. We're not mindless content machines to pump out content and entertain until people get bored of us. Both art and writing takes time, passion, and effort and a bit of support goes a long way but sometimes you get nothing but silence and it can be more crushing than hate at times, left to wonder if your creations were even worth your time to create or anyone else's to consume.
But aside from that, what also gets me down is that I do actually see people supporting other's writing and encourage more from them but I don't get any of that type of support, feedback, or criticism from those very same people when it comes to mine, despite them being so similar. I tend to get brushed off or ignored or nowhere near as much hype. And I know it sounds like jealousy but it honestly just makes wonder what, is it just my stuff specifically that's just not good enough for them? And it just never seems good enough, no matter how hard I try. I realize there are times it is in fact personal and I have no idea why because they don't tell me and I feel terrible when it ends up confirming my fears, then I worry if it's always the case. That's the stuff that hurts the most, more than people just outright telling me if they don't like or aren't interested in my stuff anymore, which would hurt less.
I know not everyone thinks I should die really but it's easy to think that way in times where I get insults and suicide bait from people shitting on me and what I do more than I get positive or supportive comments. So that's why it feels like people just want me to die, I'm told so in my inbox. I'm not saying I demand endless high praise but just someone simply saying they enjoyed something I posted instead of just silence has a way bigger positive impact than they think but some don't anymore. And if there's a reason why or it isn't personal, I wish they'd tell me so it puts my mind to rest, instead of pretending I don't see blatant disinterest or the ignoring that drives me mad and kills motivation. The hateful people are more vocal and then it feels like nobody else cares and it drags me down.
I swear some people, both general followers and some people I'm closer to are just losing interest and getting sick of me personally and it's hard seeing it happen and seemingly being unable to do anything, making it feel like my time of being capable of doing anything good and likable in their eyes has passed. And it's just hard accepting that and letting it go, especially when you never get the real answers and you're left wondering what went wrong and why you're not good enough anymore. I've had moments of realization where my heart sinks when I present something I'm proud of and I get unenthusiastic responses or silence. And feeling either people drift away or being insulted more often than anything positive gives my sick brain a lot to work with in further attacking me with nasty intrusive thoughts too. But like I said, that last part is on me and I feel I'm just genuinely too mentally ill to handle being on the internet.
I appreciate all of you that do support me and my passion and creations, it might just look silly on the surface with my rambling and gushing but what I create is important to me and it means the world to me that it's enjoyed by anyone else. It gets tough with my mind and negativity I receive but I try not to lose sight of the positive things or forget people enjoy my work, which makes it worth turning my passion and ideas into something I can share. I'm trying to get better at not letting negative and hateful stuff matter and only value the good but sometimes when I'm already dealing with enough privately and come online and see this happening too, it's the little extra push I need to reach the breaking point. But at the same time, when I'm in some of my darkest places with things I don't talk about, coming online and seeing kind words and knowing my stuff is enjoyed means everything and manages to put a smile on my face, no matter how awful I feel. And that's what keeps me creating and sharing for as long as I'm here. Thank you. 💜
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Library Propoganda Post
Go to your local library.
I'm always a bit surprised to hear about people who don't know about everything that you can find there. Then again, libraries aren't nearly as advertised as they used to be, and yet there is so much that you can do there.
And y'all should go and experience it.
First and foremost, to make sure everyone knows, public libraries are free. There's generally no fee to get yourself a card and start checking things out. Literally no excuse not to go in and grab one.
Most obviously, you can check out books, of pretty much any subject or genre. If they don't have what you're looking for, bring it up with the librarian on duty, ask what their process is for making requests. Most libraries will have an interlibrary loan system, where you can request a book and they'll borrow it from another library for you to read. Note that some libraries do ask for postage for this service, but others will just eat the cost for you.
But what if you live a good, long way from the library and are worried you won't be able to get the books back before the due date? Well, libraries generally have phone numbers or some will have an online system where you can request the books be renewed. Again, it differs from library to library, but in general you'll be able to renew a book up to two times before it has to be returned, provided there's not a wait list for it. Almost every library will also have a drop box available as well, where you can drop off books after hours if you can't get back before they close.
And it's not just books either! A library exists to make media and information of all kinds available to everyone for as cheap as possible. To this end, libraries nowadays will offer DVDs, Blurays, audiobooks, periodicals, and even video games for rent. Some of the larger libraries I've been too will even have older tech available, with means to use it, like VHS or cassette tapes, or even game consoles to rent, though they're usually very particular about those, or they're only for use within the facility.
But what if you don't have the physical means to watch movies or listen to audiobooks anymore? No CD player, no DVD or bluray player? Well, apart from watching in the facility itself, most libraries will also have digital services as well that you can sign up for with your library card number. My library has services like the cloud library, allowing you to check out electronic and audio books like they were physical. You check them out, and then when the time expires, it's returned and you can check out another one without having to worry about late fees at all. We have Kanopy, a free streaming service with a focus on documentaries, foreign films, and blockbusters from a few years ago. We have the comics archive, which is full of comic books and graphic novels from all eras and countries.
But that's just stuff you can check out. Public libraries are also a great sour of news, as they often have local, regional, or national newspapers available to read, along with various periodicals and magazines too. Heck, some libraries will even host an archive (physical or digital) of back issues of local news sources or articles associated with the local area. Depending on the nature of your library, you might also be able to find a lot of genealogical information there as well. Local yearbooks, graveyard records, local histories, libraries often have that stuff available for public perusal.
Ask about technology while you're at it, as many libraries might not necessarily have a lot of tech that you can take off premises, but there's a lot there that you can still use, whether it's computers and printers for basic web browsing and computing uses, conversion equipment to get your videos and audio off of aging formats and back them up digitally, and even programs that might help you get cheap or free devices that you might not be able to afford on your own. This is usually done in association with third parties.
If you're looking for things to do with your time off or want to learn a new skill but prefer the motivation of being taught in person or being around other people who are trying to learn the same thing as you are, or just looking to join a club or organization that enjoys a similar hobby, the library often hosts local talks, informative classes, or is just a meeting place for folks who want to have a group discussion about whatever they wish to talk about.
I'm sure I've missed a few things, as there are some differences from one library to the next, depending on who is funding it (I'm fortunate in that the town government funds my library and gives it a very generous yearly budget for basically everything, as well as a local fund that helps us equip it with whatever technology, repairs, and upgrades it needs), but most of these options are available (FOR FREE) at your local library, and even if you can't make frequent trips there, just getting a library card and using their digital services helps to keep them funded and functional, you have no idea what it means to a librarian to have new people come in and take a look around for stuff. And most library staff is more than happy to help you find what you're looking for. Even if they don't have it in the building, they'll help you find out where and how you can find it.
This concludes your local library propaganda post.
Go to your local library.
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074.
When's the last time you ran?
Lol, I am not sure... probably last summer or fall?
Do your jeans have rips, tears, and holes in them?
I’m not wearing jeans.
What are you dreading right now?
Nothing in particular.
Do you celebrate 420?
No.
Do you get the full 8 hours of sleep at night?
No.
If anyone came to your house on your "lazy day" what would ya'll do?
Watch movies/tv shows/youtube in our pjs, chat, eat snacks, maybe nap.
Who last grabbed your ass?
My bf.
Have you ever been on your school's track team?
No.
Do you own a pair of converse?
No, I need new ones.
Do you eat raw cookie dough?
When I have it to eat, yes.
Have you ever kicked a vending machine?
Yeah.
Don't you hate it when radios ruin good songs by playing them over and over?
Sure.
Do you watch Trading Spaces?
I used to love that show! That shows how old this survey is, I guess lmao.
How do you eat oreos?
I just eat them. I don’t pull them apart or do anything crazy with them. Occasionally I’ll dip them in milk.
Have you ever stayed online for a long time waiting for someone?
Yup.
Are you cocky?
Far from it.
Could you live without a computer?
Yeah.
Do you wear your shoes in the house?
I have designated house shoes. I have slippers and a pair of slides.
Who or what sleeps with you?
My bf, my cats.
At what age did you find out that Santa wasn't real?
Like 7, I think.
How many phones are in your house, that includes cell phones?
2.
What do you do when you're sad?
Cry. Listen to music. Watch Youtube/movies/tv shows to distract myself. Take surveys.
Do you know anyone born in the year 1985?
Maybe?
Who would you call first if you won the lottery?
My parents.
Last time you saw your best friend?
No friends :-)
Are you in high school?
No. I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t wish I could go back & redo it. It’s not even that high school was that great or that I even “peaked” in high school... I was just so much more innocent and carefree. I was still a child. I didn’t have to worry about a job or bills, although I desperately wanted a job so I could afford the things that I wanted that my parents couldn’t afford to get me lol. I just miss having fun and learning and shit. I hate being an adult. I’m lonely and bored.
What jewelry are you wearing?
Just earring/nose ring related jewelry.
Is anyone on your bad side now?
LOL no?
What's the first thing you do when you get online?
It depends.
Do you watch Grey's Anatomy?
I haven’t been lately.
How do you most people spell your name?
Ashley...
Would you wear a boy/girlfriends clothes?
Yes.
Where do you work?
I don’t :-)
What are you doing tomorrow?
Maybe going to see Thor.
Will you keep your last name when you get married?
I might hyphenate it or just have 2 last names or something. Idk.
When was the last time you left your house?
Idk :(
Do you return your cart?
Yes.
Do you have a dishwasher?
Yup.
What noise do you hear?
Iron Man 2.
Would you survive in prison?
No.
Who is the youngest in the family?
My brother.
Who would most likely overpack?
Me. I always overpack.
Do you know anyone with the same name as you?
A lot of people have my name. The only person that I know personally is my childhood best friend, Ashly. Although she spells hers a il differently.
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Hair dye.
Do your siblings ever pay for stuff for you?
Yeah.
What brand are your pants right now?
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Do you own expensive perfume/cologne?
Yes.
Do you watch movies with your parents?
I haven’t watched a movie with them in a while.
Ever been to Georgie (the state)?
Yes.
What irritates you the most?
A lot of things.
Are you taking college classes right now?
No.
Do you like sushi?
Yeah.
Do you get your hair cut every month?
No.
Do you go online everyday?
In one way or another, yes.
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when you were waiting for him, jeonghan couldn't help but drive a little too fast to get to you.
neverending artistry | spin off
8.6k | sugar daddy!jeonghan x uni student!fem reader, smut, kinda fluffy bc i can't help it, light bondage, daddy kink, dom!han and ultrabrat!reader (aka me), i think u cry at one point but i swear it's not that bad, unprotected sex (pls use condoms don't be like y/n and jeonghan), almost butt stuff, there are also fun domestic scenes featuring the besties, vern and chan, and the best pa ever boo seungkwan
i've been thinking a lot about architect jeonghan lately, and i realized that neverending artistry mostly focused on seokmin (how mc and han fell for him, their sex with him, etc.) and wanted to show how fun n sexy this couple is before they became a throuple. so enjoy an obsessive look at the sex life of prolific architect sugar daddy jeonghan and musical theory major sugar baby y/n!
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when you considered most things in your life, you saw it as pretty standard for a third year university student. you went to classes during the week, got food with friends whenever you had the chance, and holed up in your tiny officetel when you needed to finish procrastinated projects. you were coworking with two of your best friends at their shared apartment when you exhaled heavily.
"she's complaining again," chan said, not even looking up from his ipad, pen in hand as he highlighted his digital textbook. you rolled your eyes just in time for vernon to catch it as he looked up, making him stifle a laugh.
"it's finals next week," you groaned, conducting a controlled fall backwards to lay on the floor, crossed legs still tucked under the table you all sat around. "am i not allowed to complain?"
"no," chan stated plainly, finally giving you a look of fake pity. "vernon has the same finals as you, i have more, and we both work. you have nothing to complain about."
"hey!" you sat up. "i work!"
chan blinked at you. "sorry, i forgot you have to appear at fancy galas with your rich boyfriend on weekends. are you serious?"
you clicked your tongue, annoyed. "he's not my boyfriend."
"right," he corrected. "sorry. sugar daddy."
you looked at vernon, mouth gaping. "you gonna let him talk to me like that?"
he looked at you with an uninterested look in his eyes, a hand going up to adjust his beanie over his forehead. "i let you talk to him like that, so…"
"whatever," you said, checking your phone for the first time in over an hour. the three of you had an agreement: no phones during study hours, otherwise you all end up sharing stupid videos and losing time. you were usually the one to break.
"no phone," chan reminded you, pushing a palm into his cheek after adjusting his glasses on his nose.
"get bent, loser," you said, proving vernon's argument with a perfect example before noticing the notification you had received from the aforementioned rich boyfriend. "speak of the devil."
"oh?" vernon perked up. despite the shit your friends gave you for your less than conventional job, and how that shit had increased sevenfold when you told them jeonghan had asked you to work with him exclusively, they did still found it vastly entertaining. "wait, lemme guess. a grand re-opening of a hotel. i bet it's haunted."
you laughed at him then shrugged, pouting out your lips as you read the text. "he's asking if i'm busy now."
"yeah, we're studying," chan said immediately, looking between the two of you as you both stared at him silently. "seriously? finals start in four days."
you looked at your laptop, pursing your lips. "i mean, i'm basically ready to submit this project, and it's not due til tuesday…"
it was chan's turn to roll his eyes, throwing his pen down in annoyance and leaning back on his palms. "remember last year? when we all cared about our classes?"
"i care!" you insisted. "remember when you ditched our study date on monday?"
chan grabbed a pillow off the couch and whacked it towards you, making you squeal as you defended yourself. "i had a shift at the restaurant, you dick!"
"okay, and?" you grabbed the pillow from his grip, threateningly drawing it back just to make him flinch before planting it in your lap and putting your attention back on your discarded phone. "i might be picking up a shift last minute. we all gotta make money somehow, lee jungchan."
"at-" he paused to look at the corner of his ipad. "11:30pm? sounds innocent."
"hey," vernon interjected. "plenty of innocent things happen at 11:30. maybe he just wants tteokbokki."
you laughed, typing out a response on your phone. "yeah, probably something like that."
han💝: are you busy right now?
25 minutes ago.
you: sorry, i was doing school stuff with the guys. i'm wrapping up now tho, whassup?
han💝: have you eaten?
you: i did~ you?
han💝: yup 😇 when are you free?
you stared at your screen for a moment. jeonghan wasn't the type to beat around the bush when there was something he wanted, and you had definitely been wrong about how innocent his late night weekday text had been. you swallowed, thinking about how you had insisted to your friends that he was definitely not your boyfriend despite the tabloids saying he was. it was an act, you told them. that he just wanted the rumors to stop, and he had fun with you. they had bought it, but you hadn't divulged the tiny detail that you were definitely fucking him on occasion - sometimes for fun, and sometimes purely to fill a need, but always the most fun you'd ever had. you also hadn't admitted the probably more relevant information that you may have already exchanged i love yous with the architect, nearly three months prior to your current study session, despite not taking the time to redefine your relationship with one another. you glanced up at vernon, who was spinning his pen in his fingers as he read from a textbook, then over to chan, who had resumed his digital highlighting in favor of stewing over your questionable decisions.
you: i can be home in 15?
han💝: i can be there in 25.
you: making me wait a whole ten minutes? 🤕
han💝: 🙄 you better be waiting
you exhaled, closing your laptop. "i'm going home."
chan's head fell to one side. "really?"
you scowled at him. "i finished my project, which is more than i had planned for today," you said matter of factly, pulling your bookbag over from where it was leaning against a wall. "how's the organic chemistry study guide?"
"shut up," he groaned, collapsing over the table. "what kind of idiot goes to college on a fine arts scholarship and then minors in environmental sciences?"
"our kind of idiot," vernon said, watching you put your things away. "hanging out with jeonghan?"
"yeah," you said, looking at the time on your phone again. "you were right, we're getting tteokbokki. i'm gonna change out of this white shirt."
"told you," he said, looking at chan as he put his chin on the table, pouting.
"how come we don't get to go get tteokbokki with you and your rich boyfriend?" chan asked, head bobbing as his jaw stayed stationary against the table.
"not my boyfriend," you said again. "also, it's rude to invite yourself."
he groaned, sitting up. "then invite us!"
"maybe next time," you said, standing from the table and grabbing your phone. "i'll see you guys tomorrow?"
"yeah," chan confirmed, then pointed at you as vernon stood. "lunch tomorrow! don't forget. don't flake."
"i won't, jesus," you laughed, looking at vernon. "can you believe this guy?"
he widened his eyes at you in a look of solidarity, making you giggle and push his shoulder lightly. he chuckled and asked if you needed company walking home.
"i'll be okay," you said, pulling on your jacket. "thanks, though."
"'course. hit me up if you need anything." he gave you a peachy smile that spread to your face easily. "have fun. see you tomorrow."
the walk was quick, but colder than you expected, and you were huffing into your hands as you rushed into your apartment building. you were forced to take the stairs due to the broken elevator, hopping up each step and quietly laughing at the way jeonghan would react when he saw the out of order sign when he arrived.
once in your apartment, you changed out of the white shirt, exactly as promised, but not into something that would have better chances at surviving a late night tteokbokki excursion. you chewed your lip, looking down at the two options you had laid out on your bed, knowing you had to wrestle one on before you could start cleaning - jeonghan had knocked on your door when you had one leg in a pair of stockings in the past, and you didn't plan on repeating that stress inducing 53 seconds in which you practically tore a hole in them trying to hurry.
over the last few months, you had learned many miscellaneous things about the architect. he loved ice cream, but hated the way it made his stomach hurt. he, as a rule, changed his hair dramatically every three months, and while he had been a mousy brunette with bangs that just brushed past his eyebrows when you met him, he had since decided that he wanted to try blonde again, and let it drape more dramatically around his features. he loved his crew like they were his family, taking care of them in all the subtle ways they needed. he couldn't help but sing along to songs if he knew the lyrics. he thought anything pink was immediately cute.
you had also learned a few very important facts about jeonghan. one was that he never flaunted his wealth, but never hesitated to use it. he had a habit of letting a smirk betray his intentions when you mentioned something you liked, quickly normalizing his face before asking what you'd do for it. second, he loved winning. he would make bets with you and do just about anything to make sure you lost, whether it was suggesting a bet over a fact he knew he was right about or to decide who would get to eat the last chicken leg, a smug look on his face as you got ready to fight him for being a piss poor winner. third, while you would think he liked being right, too, he actually smiled more when you proved him wrong, and you knew it was because he loved being reminded that, despite everything different about the two of you, you were still equals.
most importantly, at least today, was the fact that he thought you were beautiful in a dress, but he was a real sucker for a t-shirt. and subverting expectations was one of your specialties.
you had done this a million times at this point. too many times, you thought, when the clerk at a lingerie store commented that you were using a different card than usual - jeonghan had decided to get you your own instead of just handing over his - causing you to radiate heat for nearly an hour afterwards. but somehow every time felt more exciting than the last.
red. red was the right choice, even if it was a little more complicated to put on. once you had tied off in all the right places, you put on a shirt that fell halfway to your knees, then hurried to clear your floor.
jeonghan was punctual, as always, texting you a quick "two away" that sent you into a near frenzy, whipping the white duvet over your bed so it laid straight, instead of bunched at the foot like you had left it that morning. kicking a drawer back under your bed on your way, you rushed to the bathroom and cleared the counter into a basket that got shoved under the sink, then quickly sprayed your perfume.
when there was a knock at your door, you were doing a last check of the apartment, making sure there was nothing too out of place as you backed your way to the front door. finally, you spun around, unlocking and pulling it open to reveal your thursday night appointment.
"why didn't you tell me your elevator was broken? i would have made you come to me."
you laughed, your hand going up the door as you leaned against it "hello to you too, jeonghan."
he smiled at you, eyes making a not so subtle glance down your bare legs, hands in the pockets of an unzipped padded coat over what he had clearly worn at the office that day - slacks and a shirt with vague wrinkles around the collar, evidence that he had taken off his tie in the car. you smiled back at him, and he stepped into your threshold, asking how you were.
"well," you said, helping him take off the coat as he toed off his wingtip shoes, hanging the coat on the hook behind your door. "i finished a final project that isn't due til next week, and i feel confident about two of my three exams, so not too bad."
he chuckled at you, brushing his own hair back before pulling you into his arms. "look at you, university student. what, three more terms?"
you giggled into the kiss he gave you as a greeting. "four. but you knew that."
he smiled against you, caught in his own pointless joke of pretending he didn't hold onto every word you said. his hands ran over your hips, your shirt bunching up slightly between his fingers as he enjoyed the way you felt. he had seen you this weekend - a convention for a keynote and a welcome party - but he had taken you home early with an innocent kiss at your door so you could study. he hadn't gotten to rememorize the way your spine curved under his touch, your arms over his shoulders as he kissed you again, deeper. you let out a small noise when he squeezed his palm against the flesh of your ass, unable to help the giggle that fell from your lips when he pulled away slightly, his thumb feeling over the lace of your underwear.
his eyebrow raised slightly. "you said you were studying with the guys?"
you rolled your eyes. "i had time to change."
his head tilted almost imperceptibly. "so you were actually waiting for me?"
"sure was," you attested, emphasizing with a cock of your own head. "i'm always waiting on you."
he started to back you up just then, invading your space until you were forced to step back, but he confidently guided you through your small kitchen to the main living space of your officetel. his face was right up against yours, close enough to be necking, but his eyes darted around the room quickly before his lips curved into a smile against yours. "you had to clean, didn't you?"
you shook your head, pivoting on your heels and backing yourself up against your small counter. he happily readjusted, a hand landing on the counter beside your hip as you caught him in a fleeting liplock. "i'm always waiting on you, hannie."
and that was when he gave up on letting you speak, because he had been craving something for almost two weeks now. because he had been thinking about you all day. because the thought of you spending even innocent time with people that weren't him when all he wanted was to be with you, all day, every day, was enough to make him forget about anything else. so he put a hand on the side of your neck, tugging you into him as he dove deep enough into you to make you moan. your arms pulled back, fingers grasping at the collar of his shirt as he pulled your thigh up his hip. you quickly put the heel of your palm on the counter, other hand staying on his collar as he kissed you desperately, pushing yourself onto the surface so he could pull back and run his hands up your thighs, eyes fixed on anything the shirt would drag over. you put your hands on the counter behind you, arching your back slightly as his hands drifted towards your waist, revealing the red lace over your hips and the satin that tied over your stomach.
his eyes flicked up to yours. "did i buy this for you?"
your lip tugged between your teeth. "technically, you buy everything for me, boss."
he breathed out a laugh, tugging the shirt - and, by proxy, you - close enough for him to kiss you before pulling it over your head. you sat up while jeonghan threw the garment knowingly towards your hamper, undoing more buttons on his shirt. when his eyes landed on you again, you almost felt small. like a lamb caught in the sights of a wolf, and it was a feeling you knew well now. you felt his gaze running up your body, his hands barely drifting over your skin where the satin revealed it as he took in the the way the fabric crossed over your chest, breasts hardly hidden under the lacy cups. a present, almost. the best one he could ever ask for, tied neatly with a satin bow just above your belly button. goosebumps went up your arms when his eyes met yours again, and his fingertips worked their way under a strip of fabric, pulling you by your waist so he could devour you.
red was the right choice. even if it had been a little more complicated to put on.
his hands went to your ass almost immediately, closing the already barely there gap between you as he pulled you off the counter. your feet landed on the floor, and there must have been confusion in your brows with the way jeonghan chuckled into your mouth, hand securely on your jaw.
"you're too good to eat in the kitchen."
"funny," you pondered, the word brushing over his lips in a way that made his jaw drop ever so slightly. "hasn't stopped you before."
if you really had been a lamb, you would have been the easiest prey he had ever encountered - you couldn't help but fight back, and what chance of winning against your natural predator did you, the obvious prey, have? but if jeonghan really had been a wolf, then he would have been the stupidest in the pack, because he went and managed to get seduced by his dinner, and if he got a do over, he would do it the exact same, again and again.
you gripped at the collar of his shirt, pulling him with you as you backed into your small living area, giggling when you left his lips for a moment, skipping once to close the distance to your bed and standing dutifully by it as jeonghan caught up to you, a smile on his face as he watched you. you draped your arms over his shoulders, hands landing at the crown of his head as he slotted himself under your presence. his hands went to your shoulder blade and the small of your back respectively, your skin warm against his fingers that had just been exposed to the late december night. he kissed you for a long moment, seemingly getting lost in the way you engulfed him in the most intoxicating feeling he had ever experienced.
your hands landed on his nape, fingers raking through his hair as you focused your effort into molding your mouth against his. he seemingly woke up, remembering that there could be more to this than just swapping saliva for the indefinite future when he scooped his hand under your ass, the tips of his fingers brushing against you and pulling a moan from your chest. he pulled away a second, giving you a dreamy smile before placing his other hand on your chin, holding your mouth open as he lapped into it once, then watched you gasp as he pushed his fingers over you again.
"so you're needy, too?" jeonghan mused, thumb and forefinger firm against your jaw, and you let out something between a whine and a moan, wishing he would just hurry up and feel how wet you were instead of just teasing you about it.
"it's been a hard couple of weeks," you admitted, swallowing once to coat your dry throat. "i missed you."
his eyes ran over your face at your confession, studying you for just a moment before a small smile broke on his lips. "i missed you, too, angel."
when he kissed you again, you exhaled into it, your arms wrapping around his neck. he smiled again, against you this time, before he pushed at your hips until you were torn from him, spinning you until a firm hand on your spine bent you over your mattress. your heart fluttered, a hand instantly going to curl around where his fingers found grip on your waist. you hurriedly pulled your knees onto the edge of your bed, curving your back as he tightened his grip, tugging your hot core directly against the bulge in his pants.
you moaned out, pushing your cheek into the bed and looking back, gaze running up his mostly open shirt and dishevelled blonde locks. his eyes found yours, hips teasing you with exactly what you wanted and too much clothing to enjoy to its fullest. your mouth gaped, the hand not occupied by his reaching back and gripping lightly at the fabric of his slacks, trying to pull him closer, hinting at the need for better satisfaction. he smiled again, quickly reaching down and grasping your hand, pushing it up your back and making you whine as you clutched at his fingers.
"here's an idea," he pitched, confident in what he had come up with. "what if i use your pretty red ties to keep your hands out of my way?"
you gasped, pushing back against his hips, trying to work out how he could hardly react when you already felt like falling apart. "jeonghan, please-"
"who?" he asked playfully, fingers gliding under the red across your lower back.
"please, han-"
"who?"
you whined. "daddy, please!"
he pushed his hips against yours again, making you cry out and bury your face in your duvet, the smirk not leaving his lips once. "that's my angel."
and while you wanted to give him shit for so quickly undoing the ties you had to work out hardly ten minutes prior, the way his fingers ran over your ribcage to undo the bow on your stomach made any coherent word escape you. he pushed your wrists together against the base of your spine, and you obediently let him tug the satin taut over your stomach, but slipped a finger under it to make sure you still had give before folding them over your wrists and tying a bow there, instead. you squirmed your hips against him as your fists clenched, and jeonghan lost control of his hips for an extended moment, letting them roll against you until you were babbling.
you were making an increasing wet spot on the front of his slacks, and even though he knew he would have to leave here wearing these at some point in the near future, and he had never left your apartment without running into at least one of your nosy neighbors, he couldn't find it in him to care, because with every cant of his clothed member against your hot, soft cunt, he was getting closer and closer to sinking in completely, and that's all he could think about.
you gasped for breath, impatient. "damn it, jeonghan-"
"i thought we agreed-"
"-i'm always fucking waiting for you," you whined, looking back at him again. "don't tell me this is all you've got."
he smiled, crooked and impressed, then backed off. you gasped at the loss, your wet panties catching the vague breeze caused by him pulling away just before he yanked your hips up, bettering his angle to stare directly at the sopping fabric as he ran a thumb over your slit, fingers digging into your ass cheek. he undid his belt with his right hand, yanking it out of the loops of his pants as he distracted you with his touch. your arms strained, wanting to brace yourself, but you were forced to settle for gripping your own forearms as he pulled his needy cock out of his pants.
you gasped, pussy clenching in reaction when he tapped the head of his cock against the wettest spot in your panties, and he couldn't help but push against your reactive hole when he saw the way it just kept getting wetter. you garbled, knuckles white, and the damp fabric caught on the tip of his cock as he guided it through your folds.
"fuck," you moaned out once, then took a couple rabid breaths, chest already pressed into the mattress in desperation. "jeonghan-"
"you keep calling me that," he said, pulling back again, and you would have killed him if he didn't fuck you so well. his hands on your ass, he pulled you apart, staring down at the way your cunt pulsed in need, slowly leaking in anticipation. "if you do it again, i'll go home."
you gulped, brows knit together in need. "yes, daddy."
"oh, angel," he purred, a shiver running up your spine at the name when you realised his breath was against the crease of your thighs. the realization came too late, though, his tongue already running a flat path over your fabric covered lips. "i could get drunk on you."
if there was anything jeonghan was, it was good with his mouth. quick wit and a scathing tongue were the reasons everyone else thought so. you, though. you knew first hand how easily he could leave someone gasping and shaking just because he had his lips wrapped around something he shouldn't.
you exhaled harshly, breath catching in your throat when jeonghan ran his fingers over you again, yanking your panties aside to dig in.
the squeal that turned into a moan as it escaped you made him smile as he ran his tongue through your folds, fingers kneading your ass while he held you open. his languid muscle lapped over the hood of your clit, making you garble slightly before pushing your chest into the bed, hoping to curve your back more and better his angle at your sensitivity.
jeonghan never ate like he was starving, he ate like he wanted to savor it. he carefully appraised you, studying your specific reactions and how they differed from the last time he had you. he ran a flat tongue over you once, making you whimper and bury your face in the duvet, positive you were going to start crying soon. then, carefully placed kisses, sucking your lips between his, alternating with tongue digging just far enough to breach your sensitive hole.
he ran his tongue up your crease, and while you had an expectation of some focus on your now dripping slit, he let his tongue continue, wetting your puckered hole and making you gasp.
"what," he asked, placing his thumb over it to watch you squirm. "haven't you been practicing?'
you whimpered when the pad of his thumb dipped further into you. "it's finals week and you want to put it in my ass?"
"and who pays for your school, sweetheart?"
you whined, prolonged and annoyed. "because you begged me to let you."
he snickered, lips brushing against your pussy. "fine," he muttered, kissing at you again with his thumb still against your hole. "but i expect you to get on it."
your eyes were definitely wet now, stinging as you clamped them shut and backed yourself up against him, fingers clenching into fists on your back. one of jeonghan's hands ran up, over your hip, landing on one fist, and you immediately clutched at his fingers as he laced them with yours, your chest on fire and a gasp escaping you when his tongue found your clit again.
you had bent yourself at such an angle that he didn't even have to hold you apart at this point, just your soaked panties out of the way, and he backed up slightly to watch as he gently traced his fingers in your folds. "you're like dessert."
you whimpered, sniveling as you unburied your face, cheek against the duvet. "am i sweet?"
"so sweet, angel," he told you, proving the thought by lapping against you once. "but you could be sweeter."
you moaned out. "maybe if you let me cum."
jeonghan chuckled, his breath hitting your clenching core. "you think you deserve that?"
"yes," you whined, wiggling your hips under his hold and sighing when he put an open mouthed kiss directly on your core in response. "don't you want a taste?"
you almost thought you convinced him, especially when you moaned again and his fingers squeezed yours slightly before pushing his tongue against your hole, but his head won over his heart. "you talk too much."
you yelped when he tugged your hand, pulling you up by the ties around your waist. you scrambled to find balance on your knees, and jeonghan pulled you against his chest, hand curving over the front of you before he pulled you off the bed. you almost stumbled, but he helped you stand and spun your body, kissing you once then smiling.
"knees, sweetheart."
you huffed. "no please?"
his fingers held your jaw again, forcing you to open your mouth slightly at him. his eyes were trained on your lips, your tongue - he thought about how soft it felt. how much he missed that. the look in his eye was enough to make your knees wobble slightly, and he slotted his mouth over yours again, savoring the taste of your tongue on his. when he pulled away, you knew you were done for. "put that smart mouth to work."
suddenly obedient, you let him help you to your knees, arms still bound behind your back as you looked up at jeonghan. he sighed, a hand brushing your hair out of your eyes as the other held his cock level to your face.
"what did i do to deserve such an angel today?"
you blew a gentle stream of air at the leaking head of his cock, looking up at his stilted reaction. "don't take it for granted."
"you're right," he said, fingers brushing through your hair to your crown, holding you in place as he pushed his hips forward. "i'll reward good behavior."
you almost let a whimper escape as he pushed your lips open, the head of his cock being met by the plush tongue he could never forget about. he sighed at the feeling, and you eagerly took his head entirely into your mouth. his eyes met yours briefly, his shirt hanging open and his eyes shadowed by his blonde curtains. this time, the whimper did escape, and you wiggled your hips slightly in hopes of managing to get some form of friction from your underwear. jeonghan pushed his hips closer to you, his eyes closing slightly as you took more of him against your tongue, and his fingers tightened against your scalp.
"you feel like heaven."
you moaned in response, and he pushed further into you, making your tongue flatten and your jaw open more, feeling his cock against your palate. your pussy throbbed in need, the thought of pleasing him, of servicing him making your arousal wake even more. you flushed at the realization that this was doing it for you, and you wondered if he felt the slight tense in your tongue before you pushed yourself as far onto his cock as you could. your eyes clamped shut, and you heard him grunt as he tried to maintain his composure with your throat constricting around him. you pulled off slowly, looking up at him, then sliding yourself over him again in one fluid motion, his groan long and strained.
"you," he choked out, swallowing as he composed himself, running a hand through his hair. he shook it out of his face, looking down at you before gripping your hair against your scalp. you whined. "is this what you want?"
you moaned against him, lapping your tongue against the underside of his cock. he took it as a yes, using his hold on your head to push into your mouth fully again. he groaned again, his cock pulsing against your throat, but he had the restraint to keep you unsatisfied by the taste of his cum on your tongue, retreating from your mouth completely.
your thighs shook, but only barely, and his eyes raked over your dishevelled form, struggling against your binds. you gulped before you tested your vocal chords.
"can we skip to the part where i'm riding you like my life depends on it?"
jeonghan grinned at you, helping you to your feet before sitting on the edge of your bed. "you read my mind."
"well, daddy," you bit, kneeing yourself onto the bed to straddle his lap, moving with him as he pushed further onto your mattress. "you're starting to get predictable."
"i'll let that slide this time," he chuckled, a hand on your cheek pulling you down to kiss him again, long and deep, and your eyebrows knit as you dipped and rolled your hips, your damp lace panties rubbing up jeonghan's bare cock. he moaned, throwing his head back and letting that lead his body, landing among your pillows that you had haphazardly thrown in an aesthetically pleasing mess only minutes before he had arrived. his hand gripped your waist, helping you grind against his velvety member with your hands behind your back, and he couldn't help but stare at how that fact meant your chest was pushed forward, and your perfectly wrapped breasts were on full display for him. his thumb ran over a particular strip of red satin, one that scooped under your breast, and you bit at your lip, rolling your hips to get some much needed friction.
his eyes shut briefly, but he refocused quickly, wrapping his hand over your breast, knowingly rubbing over where your nipple was barely obstructed. it puckered, reacting fast to his delicate touch and the added layer of lace, and jeonghan looked up at you as he pulled himself forward, capturing your nipple between his lips.
you whined, pussy aching for more as you practically buckled over him. "no fair," you gasped, thinking of how normally, digging your fingers against his scalp and pulling was a surefire way to even the playing field. "i can't use my hands."
he smiled against your breast, lapping over your nipple again and kissing it farewell. "it's not meant to be fair," he said, and you picked yourself up off him. he took the hint easily, reaching down and standing his cock on end, the tip already teasing at your folds. the hand on your waist dipped down over your hip, reaching around your ass and pulling aside your panties. your squirmed against his touch, leaning into him to steal multiple open mouthed kisses as your sopping cunt sank down over the rocket red head of his cock.
his head fell back, eyes rolling back and shutting as you sat down completely, his grip tight against your hip and and thigh. you stared at him, eyes threatening to glaze over, and rotated your hips over him, his cock bumping into every spot in you that made you need him more. you cursed, already feeling yourself unwinding at how much you had already had to endure, but refusing to give him the satisfaction.
he laughed, amused by your face. "already?"
"shut up," you panted, fingers loosening slightly from your clenched fists as you adjusted. "i haven't even made myself cum since the last time we fucked."
"ah," he grinned, breathing out a laugh as he pushed himself up into you. you yelped, wishing you could hold the hands that were gliding over your waist. "a little pent up, then?"
you rolled your hips, making jeonghan's smile drop slightly in reaction. "i can hold out."
"doubt it," he retorted, thumb grazing over your peaked nipple as you continued your rolling, slowly and deeply riding him.
you caught your bottom lip in your teeth, rotating your hips once and smiling at the way jeonghan's grip on you tightened. "bet i can make you cum before me."
"without your hands?" he asked, letting out an amused breath. "you can try."
you huffed, wiggling your hips and scooting further back, altering the angle and making his mouth drop open slightly. your lip quirked upwards. "i bet i can."
his eyes met yours, dark and hot, and you involuntarily clenched around him, his grip on you tightening again. "what do you want for it?"
"for you to stay the night," you said, lifting yourself up by your thighs slightly and leaning back as you sunk back down. "and you have to wake me up before you leave."
his mouth opened at your motion, and it became an open mouthed laugh at your request. "you're wasting a bet on me staying the night?"
"you never stay the night," you whined, continuing your bobbing on him, his hands helping balance you as you did. "i always wake up alone here."
he thought about that as well as he could with his cock throbbing in you, your velvet walls pulling him in deeper, distracting him as he tried to gather his words. "i have an early meeting tomorrow, sweetheart."
you sat still for a moment, breasts moving as you took heavy breaths. you leaned forward, and jeonghan's hands ran over your back, down to your ass, holding you as you kissed him and he pushed himself into you further. your brows knit, lips tugging his slightly. "wake me up when you do. that's all i want."
he stared up at you, realizing you were serious. he thrusted up into you again, making you squeak quietly, and he smiled. "only if you don't cum before me."
you exhaled harshly, grateful that he helped you sit back up with your hands still tied to your spine. if they hadn't been, you would have gotten him out of his shirt. it would have been gone eons ago, along with the slacks he had dropped just below his hips. all the evidence that he had every intention of putting his clothes back on when you were done. "i won't."
so he laid his head back, smiling at you, not intending to make it any easier for you by meeting you halfway despite his steadying hands staying on your hips. his eyes were practically shut, dreamily watching your expression change as you rolled your hips in all the ways you remembered him liking. he enjoyed this greatly, and you could tell by the way his eyes drifted all over you, but you kept as much focus as you could manage on getting him as close as you were. and when you saw his eyebrow pitch slightly, you repeated the motion that caused it, and his eyes shot open, looking up at your face first, gaze running down to where he was buried in you, and they shut again at the feeling as his head fell back.
you moaned, struggling to keep yourself from letting go, and you looked down just in time to watch jeonghan stretch his neck out, letting an elongated moan escape him. you huffed, suddenly confident. "you gonna stay the night?"
he grunted, his fingers digging into your hips. "fuck, you're so warm."
"c'mon, daddy," you teased, ignoring the burning in your thighs as your breath heaved. "we can cuddle all night."
"cum for me, angel," he groaned. "i wanna feel you."
you almost laughed. "i'm not falling for that."
his lip quirked, but he pulled you down against his chest again, making you yelp into a groan as his cock twitched in you. "i need you to cum with me."
you tried to respond, but he had his hands wrapped around you to hold you steady as he fucked up into you, making you squeal at first. "w-wait, but the b-bet-"
"fuck the bet," he muttered, a hand coming to your jaw to kiss you as he slammed himself into you repeatedly, making you whine and gasp against his mouth. "i'll stay. just cum with me."
your jaw dropped, and he took advantage of it, lapping into your open mouth and making you moan into his. you inhaled sharply, eyes shooting open as you looked at him, your pussy already clenching around him in release as he fucked into it harshly, his breath stuttering as you pulled the last thread of self control out of him. how could he help it, when you were always such a brat, but still listened so well when he really needed you to?
you were right. jeonghan never stayed the night. he had given you a million excuses at this point, and you had stayed the night at his plenty of times, but he always found an excuse to leave in the cover of night as you slept through his quiet and careful dressing. maybe he felt bad, knowing that you would never get the definition from him that you would likely want eventually - you had both agreed that whatever happened happened, and you said you were happy with that, but something nagged at the back of jeonghan's mind, telling him you deserved more than what you would get from him. being in your room made it hard to ignore that you had a future without him - a good one, too. a creative one. a happy one. he wondered if he deserved to be distracting you from that for his own selfish need of your attention to distract from his own struggles. that guilt usually kept him up. kept him staring at your ceiling as you quietly snored, and eventually made him leave without saying anything.
but that night, after he had helped you out of your complicated lingerie and made sure your arms felt okay, giggling when you had to blow your nose and flinching when you tried to hit him. after you had both had water and brushed your teeth, and he had undressed just as much as you were and got under your duvet. long after midnight, he laid with you, completely aware that he should be waking up in less than five hours, but not thinking about it, because his smile was murmuring sweet nothings against yours, and you couldn't help but kiss him slowly until neither of you were conscious enough to continue, your breath shared and your limbs tangled as dreams whisked you away.
he loved you in his world. he loved taking you to galas and events, buying you new outfits for each. he loved watching you dazzle crowds with your down to earth humor and winning charm, proud to have been the one you arrived with. he loved the version of you you could become, that you could rise to the occasion of the public girlfriend, one that the press would eat up and his publicist would adore. he loved you in his world, but he had a preference for yours, because no amount of glitz and glamour could ever compare to being awoken that morning by you, pulling his cheeks in opposite directions and giggling despite being nearly just as asleep as him. the late morning sun streamed through your apartment's only window and landed directly on your white duvet, effectively lighting up the entire room.
"what time is it?" he murmured.
you looked up at your bedside, eyes struggling to focus. "eleven."
"didn't you have class today?" he asked, blinking the sleep from his eyes as they adjusted, a smile already breaching his lips at the way your fingers slid back from his cheeks, burying themselves in the hair at his nape. his brow furrowed at a thought. "didn't i have a meeting?"
"well," you started, planting a kiss on his lips before continuing. "i only had study in my engineering class this week, which is great for studio time, but vern works for the school station. so i essentially have access to studio whenever i want." you blinked at him with a smile, and he let out a laugh at your punctuation. "i don't know your excuse."
he looked around. "where's my phone?"
your eyes scanned over your pillows, and you grabbed the one you had slept on to check under it. he spotted it the same time as you, face down, and he picked it up and hit the unlock button.
"ah," he laughed, tossing the phone on top of the pillow you had replaced, pitch black screen up. "that'll do it."
"shit," you muttered, reaching for your charger and grabbing his phone, flopping off him to plug it in. "seungkwan's gonna hate me."
jeonghan had to stretch to hide the way he giggled. "he won't hate you."
"i've been on thin ice ever since he walked in on us in your office, and we weren't even naked," you said, giving him a look. "making you miss a meeting is definitely putting me in the water."
"only for a week," he responded. "he'll mend the bridge at drinks."
your eyebrow raised. "drinks?"
he blinked at you. "yeah, next thursday." he squinted. "to celebrate the end of your finals?"
you laughed, positive this was the first you were hearing of it as you turned jeonghan's phone on. "were you gonna invite me?"
"i swear i told you," he said, accepting your embrace when you crawled over him again, arms securely wrapping around you to let his fingers run over your bare form.
"i guarantee you didn't." you paused, scanning his face. "how long has this been a plan?"
he was staring you dead in the eyes, but seemingly because he was more disappointed in himself than you could ever be. "a week and a half." a laugh spilled from you, forehead tapping against his for a second as he started laughing, too. "you're sure i didn't tell you?"
"i'm absolutely certain, jeonghan," you giggled, leaning into him until your lips were nearly on his. "you should really just give me access to your calendar."
"now, that's an idea," he muttered, anticipating your taste on his tongue.
you smiled before indulging him in a kiss that was too deep to not lead elsewhere, but was interrupted by his phone buzzing to life on the pillow beside him. you both looked to it, watching as it interrupted itself with vibrations, a seemingly never ending stream of notifications. when it finally slowed, he looked at you, and you looked back, and he let out a short laugh. he picked it up, and you decidedly laid down, tucking yourself into his side as he pulled the phone cord over you to check what hell hath unleashed to warrant the amount of messages and calls.
he was swiping away notifications of emails - meeting cancellations, confirmations, cc's of seungkwan apologizing to a client for the need to reschedule their home visit - when his screen lit up, the id reading "uri bbu."
"good morning, seungkwan," jeonghan said, answering on speaker. "did you sleep well?"
"oh, really," his assistant trailed off, clearly pulling the phone away from him as he silently swore, and you put a fist over your mouth to avoid laughing. "good morning, boss. where are you?"
"in bed," jeonghan said. "i forgot to plug my phone in and slept too well. sorry, seungkwannie."
he sighed. "you weren't at home."
"if you knew where i was, why'd you ask?"
"blind hope that you had an actual reason to be uncontactable for twelve hours?" seungkwan clicked his tongue. "hyung, i had to reschedule or cancel your entire day because i had no way of knowing if you w-"
"i saw that," jeonghan interjected, lips forming a pout as he spoke. "that was smart, thank you, seungkwannie. since you did that already, i guess i might as well take the rest of the day off, huh?"
he sighed again, and you gave jeonghan a disappointed look, only to receive a half hearted shrug and a fully shiteating grin in response. seungkwan's voice pulled your eyes back to the phone. "you were easier to work for when you were gay."
your hand slammed over your mouth as you rolled away to rattle with laughter, jeonghan laughing freely and patting your back. "i bet she agrees with you."
you rolled again, flopping over and hitting him with a palm. he snickered at you, putting a finger to his mouth. you threatened him by drawing your fist quickly, and he put his hand up to block just in case as he listened.
"you're lucky i thought you might be dead in a ditch," seungkwan whined. "seriously, if i hadn't been so worried, i would kill you both."
"you can't get rid of me that easy," jeonghan joked, watching as you settled back into his side. "seungkwan, do me another favor?"
you knew seungkwan only cleared his throat to avoid sounding annoyed. "yes, hyung?"
"eat something really good today. use my card, please." you looked at jeonghan, watching his eyebrow crease slightly as he spoke. "take out a friend, too. get drinks. have a nice weekend."
silence for a moment, surely as seungkwan processed. "yes, sir. thank you."
"thank you, seungkwannie."
you stared at him for a while longer after he hung up, and he tossed the phone over you onto the mattress. he pulled your head down into his chest, making you let out a squeak before giggling, fighting against his grip. "what now?"
jeonghan hummed, letting you pop your head up to watch as he chewed his lip. "what do you want for lunch?"
he noticed the way your face faltered, asking what that look was for. "i'm supposed to get lunch with the guys today."
he sighed into a smile. "so you're ditching me after making me miss my entire work day?"
you whined, collapsing over his chest and pouting. "do you regret staying the night?"
he laughed, his hands running across your scalp. "absolutely not, angel. when do you have to go? i can take you."
you pursed your lips. "what if you came with?"
"to get lunch with your friends?" he considered that, clearing his throat. "i don't know."
"they'll like you," you assured, hands on his chest. "i like you so they'll like you."
he watched you pout at him. "chinese?"
"not this time," you giggled, thinking of how many times you had told jeonghan you were eating at chan's family restaurant. "we have a tradition. we get army stew before finals week."
"army stew," he repeated, smiling at you. "that sounds good. where at?"
you dug around for your own phone, grateful it still had 20% remaining when you eyed jeonghan's on your charger. "we usually go to a place on campus because it's cheap, but they'll be excited if i tell them we're going to grandma's."
"grandma's?"
you looked up at him. "yeah, there's this seafood house run by this eccentric old lady who really likes vernon. thinks he's handsome, i guess." you navigated to your group chat to let the guys know. "she always gives us extras, but it's almost 40,000 won for the pot we like."
"ah," he laughed. "because i'm paying?'
you looked at him. "i can pay."
"with my money?" he asked.
you giggled. "i just figured you didn't want shitty college campus snack bar stew."
"and you're right," he said, making you laugh as he pulled you to drape over him again. "tell them it's on me."
"oh?" you grinned. "be careful, they'll take advantage of you."
his eyebrow quirked. "like you do?"
"yeah, except they won't fuck you to make up for it."
he laughed, a hand finding your cheek and drawing you in. he put a slow kiss on your lips, making you let out the tiniest whimper. he smiled against your lips. "we do more than fuck."
you hummed, stealing more kisses from him, hoping to get enough that you'll be able to hold out until the next time you saw him - after finals, apparently, for drinks. "prove it," you teased, and you could only squeal and laugh when jeonghan rolled you off him, your head landing in a pillow and your arms immediately finding his neck, his neverending smirk kneading against yours in a way that meant he planned on doing just that.
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