#And that's while being one of the personally lucky ones!!!

[edamameimei]

exactly what i need

"she's so beautiful, sometimes i stop to close my eyes."

pairing: sophia laforteza x singer!reader

synopsis: you're an up and coming artist who was lucky enough to be chosen as the opening act for katseye's tour. throughout your time traveling with the girls, you start becoming closer to their leader.

just a fluffy fic with some suggestive themes! some angst near the end, i couldn't help it. but it's a happy ending! lowk love the idea of oblivious!reader and jealous!sophia hehe. CW: kissing, swearing, and some suggestive themes like i mentioned before.

a/n: as someone who learned to play the ukulele just for this song, i HAD to write something based off of it. and it just had to be about sophia!!! as always, i want to put out there that this is not a REAL portrayal of the people mentioned in this fic. all events are fictional and are for entertainment purposes only.

wc: 3890 words

now playing: lemonade - jeremy passion

Lara: HEYYYYY BESITEEEE

Lara: do u wanna open up for us on our tour

Lara: ofc u do ill let our managers kno u said yes

You: bruh i just got out of the shower

And that’s how you find yourself backstage, preparing for yet another soundcheck. Although you’ve done concerts before, they were never quite like this. Before the Katseye tour, you’ve only ever performed in small venues, being a new up-and-coming artist. But as you stand backstage at yet another concert hall, you can’t help the nerves that slowly build in your body. You feel your hands shake as you struggle to put in your in-ear monitor, cursing every time the wire gets caught in your hair. You’re about to ask one of the sound technicians to help you, but you feel someone’s hand wrap around your wrist, tugging you gently. You look over to see Sophia smiling at you softly. 

“You need help?” You can’t help the shy smile that forms on your lips as you nod sheepishly. The leader of Katseye giggles, assisting you with the in-ear monitor. As she does so, she makes light conversation with you. “How are you feeling?” What you want to say is, ‘nervous as hell,’ but knowing Sophia’s tendencies to over-worry, you decide to keep that to yourself. You instead opt for a more positive response. “Great! I feel really good about tonight.” It’s what you’ve said in the last three cities you guys were in, but it’s not like it isn’t true. You do feel good about your performance, it’s the before that gets you feeling overwhelmed.

The Filipina smiles at you, her lipgloss shining in a way that makes your heart flutter. When she’s done assisting you, she pulls you into a tight hug, rubbing your back comfortingly. “You’re gonna kill it. Like always.” The way she says it makes you melt into the floor. You think it's silly, the way Sophia makes you feel. But it’s just another one of your infatuations, another girl you find attractive and will never tell to their face. 

Surely that’s all there is to it. 

Your part of soundcheck consists of you singing an acoustic version of your songs and the songs you have chosen to cover for that night. It’s also a chance for you to engage with your fans and Eyekons (whom you hope by the end of the night will also become your fans). You’re in the middle of finding another song to cover when you hear a random voice in the audience asking what your favorite color is. You couldn’t help but laugh loudly at the random question. You look into the audience, searching for the person who asked the question. Once you find them, you speak into your mic while raising an eyebrow, “Did you just ask me what my favorite color is?” Your incredulous tone causes everyone in the audience to laugh. 

The person nods their head excitedly, happy to be noticed by you. You smile back at them and begin to think about their question. You notice that the person’s nails are painted a very pretty shade of blue. You bring the mic back up to your lips. “I like the color of your nails. That’s my favorite color I think,” Quickly, you add, “I mean that genuinely. Like, I’m not trying to flirt with you… Unless?” You take the opportunity to wink at the person in the audience and the crowd begins to ‘ooo’ at your words. You laugh shyly, looking away. 

If there’s one thing about you that your fans know, it’s that you love to flirt with them. You find it hilarious and it’s a bit that you find yourself doing continuously. Also, your fans love it just as much so who are you to deny them the titillating banter? You stand up from the stool you’ve been sitting on, looking back at the person with a raised eyebrow while gesturing to yourself and then to them. You say into the mic, “What are we?” And you once again hear the audience laugh at your response. It brings you joy–  the attention. You can’t deny it. 

Although, someone backstage wishes you’d direct that attention somewhere else. 

Sophia had always been a big fan of your music. Lara was the one who introduced the girls to your music, telling them how talented you were. Since then, Sophia always had your songs on repeat, even playing one of them during a live. When one of your fans noticed, they immediately reported it to Twitter which caught your attention. 

In response, you tweeted, “Huge honor to hear that katseyeworld listens to my music! I'm a big fan myself :)” 

Your mention on Twitter was all Lara could talk about. At some point, you and the Indian girl exchanged numbers, talking constantly. And soon enough, you and Lara were hanging out often, quickly becoming best friends. Sophia was excited about Lara becoming your friend. However, seeing photos of you two together out and about in LA stirred jealous feelings within her. The feeling intensifies when Lara brings you over one day and the whole time, you are attached to the girl’s hip. Sophia found it quite endearing how shy you were at first with all of them but God,  she wanted to be that close to you. 

So, when the conversation about opening acts comes up while talking about their tour, Sophia quickly suggests you. She explains how you mesh well with the girls. She mentions how your vibes are very similar to Katseye’s concept. Of course, Lara lights up at the idea and quickly texts you about the opportunity. Sophia can’t contain her excitement when Lara announces you accepted the invite to tour with them. 

A chance to spend three months with you? That’s more than enough time. 

To do what? Only time could tell. 

Unfortunately, at one point on the tour, you end up feeling sicker than you ever did before. 

You lay in the bed of your hotel room, tissues stuck up your nose and constantly coughing up a lung every two minutes or so. You made the announcement just five minutes ago that you will not be performing tonight and you can’t help but feel even more terrible than you already do. You hate to think about letting people down, especially your fans. That’s why you’ve kept your phone on ‘Do Not Disturb’ so you won’t experience the chaos in real time. 

Also, the constant vibrations of your phone would increase the pain you’re experiencing in your head. 

You sadly continue watching whatever show you put on your laptop, covered in blankets with a pout on your face. Suddenly, you hear a knock on your door. It causes you to groan quietly, having no energy to open it. You then hear a familiar voice through the door. “Y/n? It’s Sophia!” It’s embarrassing how quickly you jump out of bed, nearly tripping all over your clothes and luggage as you get to the door. You open the door to reveal a very pretty Sophia Laforteza holding two full plastic bags. You tilt your head in curiosity. “Hey... What brings you here?” Sophia holds up the bags in her hands with a wide smile. She hands them to you as she speaks, “I wanted to stop by and give you these… It has cold medicine, cough drops, different teas– I wasn’t sure what kind you liked so I got a variety…” You look at her in disbelief, you couldn’t believe someone could be so kind. You smile at her with sincerity in your eyes. Your voice is slightly hoarse as you speak. “I… You didn’t have to do this.” 

Sophia shoves you lightly, a teasing smile on her face. “Of course I did. I gotta make sure our rising star gets better for the rest of the tour…” She winks at you, causing you to blush. You set the bags down on the counter and look back at her with an apologetic smile. “I’d hug you right now but I can’t get THE Sophia Laforteza, leader of Katseye, get sick in the middle of her tour. I’d have Eyekons banging on my door…” She laughs, her eyes turning into crescents. You mentally pat yourself on the back, feeling pride in making her laugh so hard. She shakes her head and waves you off. “Oh, I’m sure Eyekons would be banging on your door for a completely different reason…” Her comment makes you raise an eyebrow. You let out a nervous chuckle as you respond, “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

The smirk that forms on her glossy lips causes your knees to go weak. She tilts her head, responding in a low, teasing tone. “I’ve seen the tweets on Eyekonville… They can’t get enough of you.” She giggles at the way your eyes widen at her words. She crosses her arms, taking a step back. “Well I’ve gotta get back to my room but when you start feeling better,” she gives you a playful smile, “let me know so we can hang out.” You wordlessly nod your head in response. The Filipina sends you one last smile before walking away, leaving you speechless. You’re not quite sure if you feel hot because of the interaction or if your fever is getting worse. At this point, you’re not even sure which one would be worse. 

You’re in the East Coast part of the tour when Sophia’s words seem to make more sense. 

After a few long hours of practicing, writing new songs, and filming with the girls for their tour vlogs, you finally get a few moments of peace. You decide to stroll around the city to get some fresh air and explore before you get too busy again. As a new artist, you’ve never had issues with people coming up to you randomly. It’s somewhat of a privilege to keep your privacy like this. 

That’s why it catches you off guard when a group of girls find you on the street and ask for a picture with you. And how could you say no? 

PopBase: Y/n L/n, the opener for Katseye’s tour, was seen walking around Charlotte and talking with fans, per several X users.  

User01: met Y/n L/n in Charlotte! they were so sweet )): 

User02: SAW Y/N IN DOWNTOWN CHARLOTTE!!! They had me blushing and kicking my feet a lil im ngl 

User03: all these Y/n stans and Eyekons saying Y/n was flirting with them. When will it be me???? 

User04: Y/n said I looked hot today I stay winning in life methinks 

Back at the hotel, you find Sophia standing by your room, scrolling through her phone. She looks up when she hears your footsteps, beaming when she spots you walking closer. She waves with a wide smile on her face. “Hey! I was looking for you…” You can’t help but blush at her words, your heart doing flips at the thought of Sophia waiting specifically for you. You put your hands in your pockets, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible. “Yeah, I was just taking a walk around the city.” She nods in response, pointing at her phone. “I saw it on Twitter. You met some fans?” You let out a loud laugh and shake your head, feeling embarrassed by all the tweets floating around since you were discovered wandering around downtown. 

You look down at your feet as you respond. “I did. It’s the first time anybody has ever noticed me so it was… Cool.” You feel the Filipina place a hand on your arm, squeezing it. You look at her with a shy glance, your heart beating faster with every second that passes. She gives you a sincere smile. “You deserve the attention. You’re so talented.”  Her hand moves from your arm up to the collar of your shirt. She moves her other hand to your collar and begins to fix it. There’s a playful smile on her lips. “It looks like you were giving them a lot of attention too.” She tugs at your collar causing your breath to catch in your throat. You look at her, wondering if the building tension between you two was in your head. She lets go, stepping away from you. She bites her lip and your mind must be playing tricks on you because is she checking you out? Sophia grabs your hand, pulling you away from your room. You allow the Filipina to do what she pleases because you’d be stupid not to. “Where are we going?” She pulls you towards the elevators, pressing the ‘down’ button. She looks at you with a twinkle in her eyes. “Giving you my attention, come on.” 

You’re sitting on one of the couches in the lounge, waiting to be called for soundcheck when Sophia sits next to you, laying her head on your shoulder. 

The action causes you to freeze, your mouth becomes dry. You’re overwhelmed by the scent of her perfume and you are hyper-aware of her hand resting on your thigh. In the last few cities, you’ve noticed the Filipina becoming much more touchy with you and you’re trying your hardest to stop thinking about it. She’s naturally a touchy person, you’ve noticed that about her. With her members, she’s quite attentive, always making sure they’re doing well and supporting them when need be. You tell yourself that’s what she’s doing for you. 

It’s here in New York that you realize how much of a problem it is for you. What you initially thought was an infatuation has become much more, and you’re not really sure what to do with that information. 

You feel Sophia shift next to you, suddenly wrapping her arms around your torso, pulling you closer to her body. She nuzzles her head into your shoulder, letting out a content sigh. Your hands stay in your lap, feeling shy about the proximity. You can feel her take a glance at you and you hear her let out a small giggle. She pinches your cheeks, cooing, “Are you okay?” You nod in response, feeling your cheeks heat up at her words. Your voice shakes a bit when you talk. “Yeah. A little nervous.” She pulls away slightly, looking at you with concern written in her expression. “Nervous? About the show? You’re gonna do great.” She places a hand on your cheek, her thumb caressing it gently. You wonder if she can feel the heat radiating from your face–  if she notices how much redder you’ve become with her simple touch. She tilts her head, leaning in closer towards you. She whispers, “Relax…” But you can’t relax. Not when Sophia Laforteza exists. 

When they finally call your name, you immediately stand up, almost stumbling on your feet. You hear Sophia giggle and it makes you blush even more. You speed walk away, needing to be out of this situation as quickly as possible. 

It is now the last leg of the tour and you have accepted your fate. You like the Filipina a lot more than you anticipated. 

Through all the not-so-subtle touches, glances, and small flirtatious remarks, you also got to know Sophia on more of a personal level. She always ends up in your hotel room somehow, staying for long periods to talk about everything and nothing all at once. You find yourself listening for most of it, but you don’t care. You’re mesmerized by her voice and how animated she is when she talks about something she’s passionate about. At some point, you also begin divulging your details, telling her things you haven’t said out loud in years. You tell her about your life before becoming an artist, about your family, things you’d rather not speak in detail about. 

This night is no different. 

You exit the bathroom, drying your hair with a towel as Sophia lays on her stomach on your bed. She is looking for something to put on the TV for you two to watch for the night (or, more specifically, have it in the background while you two have yet another yap session). When you sit down next to her, she immediately scoots over, leaning her head against your leg. Even though you’ve gotten used to Sophia’s need for physical touch 24/7, you still can’t help the nervousness you get every single time. You hear her sigh dramatically, throwing the remote behind her. You giggle as you watch her roll onto her back, maneuvering herself so she can lay her head in your lap. You instinctively move your hand to her hair, playing with the soft strands. She closes her eyes, a soft smile forming on her lips. 

“Have you ever been in love?” You halt your movements, your eyes widening at the girl. You’re completely caught off guard by her question. She whines when she feels you’ve stopped playing with her hair and swats at your hand, telling you to continue. You clear your throat, obeying her command. “Umm… I don’t know… I’ve never really been in a relationship before…” Her eyes snap open at your sheepish confession. She gapes at you in surprise. “Really?” You shrug, suddenly feeling embarrassed by your lack of knowledge in the love department. “Yeah… I mean. I’ve talked to people but I’ve never… Gone farther than that.” The Filipina covers her mouth in shock causing you to look away. Your cheeks burn hotter than they ever have. You feel Sophia remove herself from your lap to sit up, grabbing your shoulders. She continues looking at you with a surprised expression. 

“But, you’re always flirting with your fans and Eyekons, you really never dated someone?” Her statement causes you to look back at her with a raised eyebrow. You chuckle, shaking your head. “That’s different. That’s just for fun. Sometimes I flirt with people as a joke.” The moment your words leave your mouth, Sophia immediately detaches herself from you, scooting away. You look at her with a confused look. Your confusion turns into panic when she stands up from the bed with an unreadable expression. You stand as well, worried. “You good?” She nods, looking towards the door. She speaks softly, “Yeah… I just remembered the girls and I planned to do something tomorrow morning so I should probably get back so I can go to bed.” Before you can respond, Sophia makes her way toward the door. Before leaving, she turns to look at you with what looks like a sad smile. “Goodnight, Y/n.” You feel frozen in place as you watch her leave the room without another word. You run your hands through your hair, wondering what went wrong. 

“Fuck.” 

Lara: bro whatd you do

You: IDK U TELL ME!!!!!

There are four cities left in the tour and Sophia still isn’t talking to you. 

After that night in the hotel, she has been avoiding you. The Filipina doesn’t even try to hide it. Every time you walk into the room, she immediately leaves. When you two are told to vlog together, she does as she is told, but once filming is over, she is gone before you can say a word to her. It sucks. And you still don’t know why. 

You think about your conversation with Sophia over and over again, trying to find at what point it went awry. But it only leaves you more confused than before. It wasn’t like you two were talking about anything that substantial. 

That is until you recount the events to the leader’s members. 

They all sit on your bed, looking at you with deadpanned expressions. You groan because you didn’t realize you’ve fucked up this badly. You wave your hands wildly, giving them a pleading look. “Well! Tell me what I did so I can fix it!” Daniela sighs, crossing her arms. She speaks as though her words were obvious. “You said you flirt with people as a joke, Y/n.” You look at her, still confused. “What does that have to do with anything?” Manon groans, throwing a pillow at your head that you unsuccessfully dodge. It hits you like her words. 

“You dumbass! You two have been flirting with each other for the last like three months! She must think it’s been a joke to you this whole time!” 

Another city, another sound check. 

Except this time, you feel more nervous than you usually do. 

Since the girls intervened with you, you’ve been trying to figure out how to win the Filipina girl back in your life. You can’t believe how oblivious you’ve been the last few months. You’ve been so busy overthinking your feelings that you didn’t even consider Sophia’s. There couldn’t have been a chance in hell that Sophia Laforteza would see you the same way you do. But, as you reflected on the past few months, you realize that all signs were there. 

And now you’re gonna try to make up for it. Try is the keyword. 

You are in the last few minutes of your soundcheck when you decide to finish with a cover that you’ve been shamelessly practicing for hours the night before. You run to the other side of the stage, grabbing your ukulele. Its appearance makes the audience cheer and you feel your cheeks heat up. For some reason, holding a ukulele embarrasses you. But you can’t back away, you’ve gotta see this one through. You place your mic on its stand, clearing your throat. You speak into it, your voice shaking slightly. “So. I think you guys and I have been getting pretty close the last few months…” You hear more cheers from the audience, agreeing with your statement. You chuckle nervously. “So, I’m gonna tell you guys a secret.” Once again, everyone cheers in response. You hear individual voices saying things such as, “What is it?” or, “Tell us!” 

You strum the ukulele, the random chords reverberating throughout the concert hall. “I really like someone… And I really fucked up– pardon my language,” Everyone laughs but quickly becomes silent, wanting you to continue. “And so, I dedicate this song to them. I hope they listen to it and I don’t know… Consider giving me another chance?” The audience screams a collective ‘Yes!’ When everyone finally quiets down, you begin playing the chords to the song, hoping a certain Filipina is standing backstage listening in. 

“She’s my sunshine in the rain…” 

After saying your goodbyes to the audience, you quickly run off stage, looking around frantically. Disappointment begins to settle in your chest when Sophia is nowhere to be seen. However, a familiar hand grabs onto yours, pulling you into an unknown direction. You can’t help the smile that forms on your face being pulled by Sophia. Once you two are alone, she wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you into a deep kiss. You respond immediately, wrapping your arms around her waist. After a few moments, she pulls away slightly, resting her forehead against yours. She whispers teasingly. “You’re only flirting with me from now on, okay?” 

You kiss her again, relishing the way her lipgloss tastes. When you pull away, you respond, breathlessly, “Got it. Totally noted.”

a/n: i hope you guys enjoyed, let me know what you think! this one was rlly fun to write and it helped w my sophia brainrot lately. my inbox is open for requests and any thoughts so send them if you wanna :)

[gothicflowers]

damn why did Kyle’s ass block us tho

Continuing this Gaz blurb

*4 months later*

Gaz still felt guilty, and even worse… he couldn’t get off without recalling the way your body moved and voice sounded that night. Gaz was ruined. The innocent pictures he had of you when you two went to the beach once were like a playboy magazine to him. He tried a few hookups from shitty pubs but none compared to how you made him feel. Loved, warm, safe… happy.

He tried going on a few dates… one he accidentally called her your name as they were making out in his car. The other looked like you but lacked personality. Needless to say karma was biting Kyle in the ass.

“So you blocked her, after you took her to the fanciest steakhouse, wine back at her place while sharing secrets… and had the best shag of your life” soap says from the other side of the aircraft. “And let’s not forget all the cute couple shit you two had been doing”

“Who we talking about” ghost questions.

“Lass that Gaz was seeing months ago, and bloody blew it after a quick shag from the sound of it” soap snickers.

“I thought you were still seeing her” ghost questions.

“I didn’t think I’d actually sleep with her, that wasn’t my goal. And no, it’s been a while” gaz defensively replied.

Soap pinches the bridge of his nose “so your original plan was essentially a break off date”.

Gaz shrugs “I didn’t want her last memory of me to be me saying see you later after our usual Sunday walk. Plus we were never technically together”.

Prices eyebrows raised “So you just strung her along for a month and you were going to ghost her regardless of how the night ended”.

“Well… yeah and it was actually more like five months” gaz sheepishly replied.

The men went silent as they gathered their thoughts. Price being the first to speak up after a painful awkward silence “five months, you bastard she probably was falling in love with you, then you decided to pull the shittiest move a man can make”

“I panicked” Gaz shrugs and diverts his eyes from his captains burning gaze.

Ghost chuckles “wrong, you premeditated disappearing from her life. Sounds like you got a fear of commitment”.

Gaz defensive responds “I do not, it’s just with what we do it’s not worth the risk. I mean what if something happens”

“Sounds exactly like something a person with commitment issues would say” ghost quickly replied.

Soap decides to add fuel to the fire “Aye didn’t you do the same thing with the last gal you liked. Maybe it’s the chase you like. Love ��em and leave ‘em“.

“Fuck off soap” Gaz responds trying to control his irritation.

Price sighs “I didn’t realize how much of my life I wasted having that mentality when I was your age. Had some fun one night stands but the loneliness catches up real quick. Granted things are turning up for me but boy do I feel like I missed out on that young love”.

Gaz starts to think about what price said. After a plane ride home in deep thought he asks price one last question before departing base “So what should I do to get her back”

Prices brows furrowed “You want something optimistic or something realistic”

“Fuck, realistic I guess” gaz leans against the doorframe of prices base office.

Price stands next to a filing cabinet and shakes his head “Honestly I’ll be amazed if she gives you as much as a moment to explain. But if she’s does let you, be honest about why you left and apologize. No point in lying when you have everything to gain and you can’t lose what you’ve already lost Sargent” price gives him a sincere look “regardless of how it turns out you need to let this be a teaching moment. Because maybe she doesn’t take you back, maybe life sends someone else your way. But if you get that lucky you know better than to fuck it up like this ever again”.

Gaz nods “Would flowers be a nice addition to the apology”.

Price smirks “I don’t think flowers will help your cause much, but maybe it’s sweeten her up”.

Gaz nods “thanks, see you later captain”

Gaz needs a plan to get you back, forever hopefully.

*the next day*

She wasn’t even home. So Gaz decides on waiting to see if you’ll come home anytime soon by sitting on your front door steps for two hours. He has no plans to leave until he sees your pretty face.

Gaz scrolls endlessly on his phone when the sound of heels awaken his senses, only to actually look up when he hears your voice “What are you doing here” you very clearly are not happy to see him.

Gaz stands up with flowers in his hand, clearing his voice he carefully starts his plan “I came to explain, but more importantly apologize”. Gaz sheepishly said.

Your eyes look down at the flowers in his hand, appalled. “No need honestly, I’ve moved on and I think you should to”.

Shit this isn’t going well Gaz thinks. Time to take the soft puppy dog approach. He takes a step forward to you and his eyes fill with hurt “Would you at least let me explain, if you don’t want to hear it I’ll leave now but at least let me be honest as to why I ran off”

You huff defeated, hard to say no when he’s looking at you like that but you can’t give in. “Nothing you can say will change my mind”.

“My job. It’s dangerous and I was worried that it wouldn’t work out because of the demands. And I didn’t plan on sleeping with you. Honestly I just wanted you to have a nice night before I disappeared” gaz trying to reach for your hand, you move back.

“That’s great Kyle. Well my boyfriend just left his office and I’m making dinner, so I really don’t have time for this” you fumble with your keys, as they slip to the ground Gaz picks them up and unlocks to door for you.

“At least let me help carry all this in for you and I’ll be on my way” he politely asked. Praying you’ll let him in.

You sigh a defeated “Fine”. You walk in the door first as Gaz grabs the rest of the bags on the porch. He watches as your hips sway, he can feel the blood in body start to boil. Stay calm, stay fucking calm.

Your home still smells like fresh cotton and lavender. Still perfectly tidy and comfortable. He looks over at that corner sofa where you two made out. He closes the front door and walks to the kitchen and sets the groceries on the counter, he notices a silver watch with a rather large band. Must be a big fella. That’s when he hears the front door open and close. A heavy set of footsteps approaches silently.

“I think you should get going now” you say plainly avoiding Kyle’s burning gaze. He hurt you too much for you to have a moment of doubt.

A deep voice speaks as the footsteps stop at the kitchen “Sargent”.

Gaz turns around to the voice in the room and swallows hard.

“Captain”

Pt.3

[a-hermit-pining]

Househusband Caleb

AN: Everyone who bargained their first child and soul, pay up 🫴🏻 jk please enjoy! Thank you for being online strangers who make me happy.

Genre: Househusband au

Pairing: Caleb x gn reader

(I do not own these characters)

He just sort of takes a break from the fleet… and that break turns into a full-on career change. Sure, he enjoyed being a fighter pilot, but those years had been grueling, demanding both his life and his morals. He doesn’t regret it, but he doesn’t miss it, either.

The two of you never really had time to sit together, to talk, or to steal even a few peaceful moments without work pulling one of you away.

But now, he’s come to love the mornings, where he can chase you down with breakfast. Afternoons, where he surprises you at work with lunch. And evenings, when your smile blooms as you come home to him.

After a lifetime of running in all directions, he’s found joy in the quiet life. It takes him a while to figure himself out, to rediscover who he is beyond the fleet, beyond revenge. And your home gives him just that.

He integrates into the neighborhood effortlessly, the type to charm all the neighbors with homemade desserts, join kids in games of hide-and-seek, and somehow turn into the guy everyone waves at when they pass by.

And the moms love him too, he is the newest addition to their gossip session because the food he brings to the potlucks makes him an elite member. So neighborhood intel is all in his hands.

He’s not exactly your manic pixie dream boy because he was once a sad beige mom (ref his Skyheaven penthouse). Therefore, he is your pragmatic pixie dream boy.

He probably gets into something super niche, like wood carving or running a pop-up bakery stand, which eventually grows into his own small business. It gives him something to focus on, something that’s just his.

That said, he’s big on DIY. One day, you leave for work and come home to find detailed plans for a sunroom in the backyard. “I had some time,” he says, as if he didn’t just design an entire architectural expansion in a single afternoon.

Your dogs love him. He’s a big dog guy. The type who bonds with huskies, retrievers, or labs. He loved taking them on walks, so a whining huskies seems like just the challenge he needs in his cottage core life.

Weekends are a treat in your shared household. After countless failed attempts to wake up early and cook him breakfast before he’s up, you finally manage to pull it off once. And the way his eyes light up when you and the dogs walk in with the breakfast tray? Worth it.

If you’re a corporate weapon, then by all means, spoil him. Sure, he has his own money from years of service, and he’d never ask for anything. But have you seen how attached he is to that dog tag necklace? There’s no way he wouldn’t absolutely treasure everything you give him. It’s not about the price, it’s about the fact that it’s from you.

But it is the days, when you randomly bring him flowers that make him the happiest. Just a simple gesture of appreciation is deeply felt, quietly cherished, as he arranges him into the vase on your dining table.

At this point, your coworkers are used to stashing away the gifts you get delivered to the office for him, just in case he shows up for lunch.

He always makes a point to bring snacks for your colleagues, partly because he enjoys baking, and partly because it never hurts to have allies in the office. After all, someone has to keep him updated if anyone dares to hit on you.

He also makes sure to prep all your favorite snacks over the weekend because hangry you is beyond even him. He swears by an ingredient household, better believe he’s your personal Nara Smith, whipping up cookies-and-cream ice cream from scratch just because you had a craving.

Would be absolutely hilarious if you both dressed up as Nara and Lucky for Halloween. He’s Nara. Obviously.

[liberac0rpvs]

And my question is, since when has fandom came to such narrow mind that they need to hate flawed characters and make a fuss over something as minor as..being overly strict and cold as a teacher, to one’s students?

I’m not one to judge people who prefer hero characters over antihero characters or simple characters over complex characters but he is treated like a demon when in reality he acts like most of the teachers I had and have, while a true demonic villain is something else. Amongst my favourite characters from other fandoms, for example, is a psychotic man with maniacal tendencies, serially slaughtering for an underground terrorist organization whilst denying his obvious mental illnesses and claiming he’s completely sane; at the same time believing he can truly achieve absolute freedom of choice and life at the point where he murders his partner in crime whom earlier in life showed him a tinge of admiration, despite calling said partner his best friend and acting all happy-go-lucky around him in most cases, making “I will kill you one day” sound as a joke. That guy most likely believes the only way to break free of the restrained human life and have the soul grow wings and fly over the imposant and strict morality of what’s good and bad is through senseless and brutal slaughter, deciding to follow the path of the organization knowing he is fighting for the end of the world or at least eradication of a solid amount of people, but at least getting to enjoy doing so; he’s fucking nuts. But I can say I like him as a character despite obviously not condoning to anything he does because it is a fantastic analysis, getting to question the existence of free will, the idea of reinventing oneself, cognitive disonance and how one can commit a terrible crime while knowing it is wrong and yet at least pretending to enjoy it anyways, the idea of being bound by ties with others and if a person can ever achieve true freedom, true happiness and no longer acknowledge their own set of moralities in value of something they wish to obtain.

Severus Snape is probably one of the most innocent characters I like to explore and the Harry Potter series one of the most sensitive fandoms if being groomed into an elitist organisation to later switch sides, and make sarcastic remarks about kids who are annoying in class, is the worst and most heinous thing somebody can do and be demonized for it.

snape stans will be like “but james bullied snape!”

like… yeah someone had to

[heechwe]

not even sometimes | 𝐜𝐬

୨୧ pairing: choi san x fem!reader ୨୧ word count: 5k ୨୧ genre: fluff, sprinkles of angst, smut ୨୧ tags: neighbor to lovers au, healthy communication for the win, switch!san, dirty talk, pet names, heavy petting, fingering, nipple play, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, squirting, creampie ୨୧ synopsis: You've never been good at planning for the unexpected, much less a new neighbor. But the man in question may just love that about you, among other things you didn't see in yourself to begin with. ⟢ AUTHOR'S NOTE: This fic is a remaster of an old fic I wrote years ago for a member of NCT, the original title being "Where We Begin." Seeing as I am not following that group anymore and I thought it'd be fun to polish up some old work, what the hell. Thank you to my betas for reading this one, @prkhaven @lovetaroandtaemin @tinycatharsis @jjunbug @innocygnet, I love you lots. Title inspiration from "Sometimes" by Ariana Grande!

Some people know the instant something begins, the start of something new brimming with possibilities palpable within the surrounding air. 

For you, it’s not that simple. 

It seems some things come and go in your life without warning or realization. You’ve fought enough for things to stay or leave for so many years that now it’s almost a godsend to lack that kind of perception. Whether it be for a new job opportunity, an unexpected act of kindness, or a person, it’s all the same. Beginnings can be as subtle as a wisp of wind through your window, or as abrasive as thunderclaps that rattle an entire room. Regardless, you’ve not caught on.

Lucky for you, Choi San isn’t subtle. With a body like his, how could he be?

The first time San greets you, he’s carrying an ottoman on his shoulder and a football in his hand. The early Saturday morning permeates through the hallway window, emphasizing his stark black hair and encroaching size, but he’s so beautifully smiling you felt nothing but warmth for the man in front of you. Across from your apartment sits his door halfway open, giving you ample opportunity to notice the manila moving boxes crowding the space of his new home.

The place had been empty for almost a month before San, the pain of Jeongin saying goodbye fresh every time you came home. The kid was a hilarious neighbor and a great friend, and while he didn’t leave your life, watching him go after three years left a noticeable pang of sadness. Having a new neighbor so soon felt foreign, unwelcome. But once San drops the ottoman carefully onto the small span of tile between your apartments and extends a hand, you know you can get used to the change if the new neighbor in question is this open, welcoming, and drop-dead gorgeous.

You give San your name with a smile, a soft yet large hand enveloping your smaller one. “You’ll love it here. I’ve been here for almost five years, never a problem.”

“That’s perfect. I’ve been couch-surfing for two months, so anything is better than my friends’ smelly socks and booty calls.”

You giggle, the sound reverberating off the highway walls. It almost makes you forget your choice of clothing, the realization suddenly hitting you.

You love your duck-patterned pajama bottoms and tattered college sweatshirt, but the clothing isn’t exactly the best outfit to meet new people in. Then again, nobody dresses up to run downstairs and get their weekly mail anyway, even if there’s a chance of running into someone as handsome as your new neighbor. “Sorry I’m not that presentable. I didn’t know you’d be coming today.”

“It’s no problem. I should’ve moved in yesterday, but I had an emergency. Well, if you could call a friend needing a three-page recipe an emergency.” San grins and shrugs, twirling the ball between his hands.

You giggle, pointing a finger towards the football. “So, you play sports and cook?”

“Not really, just a parting gift from my friend Woo for the recipe I owed him. I guess it’s also a housewarming gift‌, considering.”

You nod slowly and begin your trek down the hallway and to the mailroom, remembering your initial goal when you were leaving ten minutes ago. “Well, San, if you need help unpacking, just give me a knock!”

“I definitely will!” San waves goodbye and offers you the widest smile you’ve seen yet, saccharine in a way you didn’t realize you needed so early in the morning. He enters his new apartment without another turn of his head, while you wonder if this is the moment of realization the guy across the hall will be more than a stranger. Perhaps even a welcome addition to your life.

You open up your door a day later to find San with an inquisitive pout, replacing the mesmerizing smile he left you with. His hands respectively hold a large takeout bag and a tray of two drinks, and you guess what he’s after before he says the words. 

“Don’t tell me,” you say. “You need help unboxing.”

“Yes and no.”

“Oh?” You ask, partially shocked.

“So, I know you probably offered to help me unpack since I have the ‘new neighbor’ card. Which is great, since I actually do need help today. But, it would be rude to not offer food for your services, so it can be part moving part…treating a cute girl to lunch.” San tips the bag up with a grin, making you chuckle. “What do you say, neighbor?

As he waits for your answer, you discover Choi San is already too sweet to say no to. He asks so earnestly, and he’s feeding you, doing more than most of your exes ever did. The response easily slips off of your tongue. “That sounds great. Lemme just get my keys.” Following him into his apartment, you try to calm the staccato of your heart to a normal pace.

Your new neighbor truly has no shame as the two of you open all of his remaining boxes together, San confessing the origins of certain items you take out with a questioning, raised eyebrow. While he folds his clothes and sets them aside to move to his bedroom later, you tell him about your degree and how you can’t wait for the spring semester to end, your last step towards graduating in the summer.

You snap silly photos of him and take a few together to capture the moment; he ruffles your hair in a few and makes the resulting photos blurry, but you don’t mind. When you’re not unboxing and discussing your comprehensive histories, you eat pineapple fried rice and dumpling soup from the takeout containers and sip flat sodas you don’t bother replacing. The clear attachment you’ve already developed with San is worth drinking a watered-down soda.

“What do you do in your free time?” you ask before downing what’s left in your can.

“I work with my friends in a small studio downtown. It’s not much, but we love it and it helps pay for this.” He gestures to the apartment with dramatic grandeur, almost knocking over his drink. “That’s actually why I’ve been moving most of this by myself. Before you helped, I mean. There’s this production issue we glossed over, and my buddy Mingi wants it smoothed out before the song’s released.”

“Gotta love the  music life.” You sigh. “The arts are tough.”

“Yeah, I do love it. I don’t know where I’d be without it, to tell you the truth.” San chuckles, the sound rumbling in his throat.

You pat his shoulder with your hand. “I’m sure you’re doing great. You seem like a person who can find fun in anything. With your work, I know your friends need that.”

“Thanks,” he replies. San dips a hand through his hair, hoping to conceal his red face alongside his aggressively beating heart. “I bet you’re someone who keeps a lot of people calm and…I don’t know, grounded? You just give off this vibe like you know what you’re doing.”

You laugh again, pressing your empty soda can to your chest. “You’re probably the first person that’s ever thought about me that way.” Your friends and family often sing their praises for you, but what would get San’s compliment laughed out of any room is the fact he thinks you have a consciously prepared bone in your body.

You can barely give your best friends proper preparation for outfit choices, much less prepare for bigger life events. It’s what your exes have harped on for ages, your impulsiveness and second-nature to lead with your heart rather than your head, your ultimate downfall. How did anyone, especially yourself, expect you to go against habit and commit to anything? If there was an option to have someone spell it out for you, you would choose that in a heartbeat. To this day, sometimes it feels like you stumble around for answers, only doing things halfway and never with full intention.

You know these things about yourself like the back of your hand.. Yet, you can’t contain the flutter in your heart from San being so sure of you already. It may just be the takeout, the fullness of his stomach making his brain fuzzy, but you don’t care. You appreciate it regardless.

“That’s a good thing, though,” you mumble, his stare tickling the edges of your skin.

“Well, I’m flattered.” He winks at you, the gesture only solidifying every positive thought you have about him. He opens another box and removes the bubble wrap inside, and in that moment, you believe a piece of your heart silently belongs between the creases of his smile.

By the time you finish, the sun is setting, and you’re sitting next to San with your backs drooping against his couch. You rub your belly in slow, tiny circles, full from the food and copious amount of snacks you munched on while moving the smaller trinkets and furniture.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve known the pretzels and gummy worms would make you sick.” He pouts, staring down at your slumped body.

“No, it’s okay. Just another minute and I’ll be out of your hair.”

“You’re not in my hair. It’s too fantastic to be disturbed like that..” His confidence can be seen from space, you think as the corners of your lips rise. Without warning, San sets his head in your lap as his eyelashes flutter to a close. He’s burly at first glance, but you realize as he snuggles into your body how you fit together perfectly in this way. “I mean it. I’ve had a lot of fun today.”

Instinctively, you swipe one hand through his bangs, and he takes your fingers between his own. “We just met, but it’s like you make things slow down. I’m not running around the place like an idiot or saying the wrong things for the first time. Does that make sense?”

You close your eyes too, letting the words rumble around in your head. Responding to them with the peace within your smile and a squeeze of your hand, you know he’s smiling too without having to look down at him. “It does.”

In an array of textbooks, highlighters, and article clippings, San swipes through the words with a blue pen to mark important information for later. While it’s adorable watching him as he works, he has little to no foresight on the weekly topic in your Greek literature course.

Chan and Jisung, your study partners, left hours ago, but you stayed stuck with a pile of additional reading your professor dumped on you, including the play you still had to read. 

The night seemed to only be beginning for you, and you could only give your friends a sad smile as you walked them out of your apartment. With perfect timing, San popped his head out with a smirk, his concern giving way when he noticed the defeat in your posture.

“Can I help?” were the first words out of his mouth as you were on the verge of tears, your mountain of a neighbor suddenly becoming your shining light through the storm of academic writing and assignments.

He definitely isn’t helping in the way he imagined, but watching his eyebrows furrow in concentration and catching the delight on his face when he marks the “right” sentence makes the hours feel less tedious.

“I mean, why does Euripides have to be such a tragic writer? There’s nothing wrong with writing cheerful things now and then,” San says as he drops the pen onto the paper. Rolling closer to your spot on your bedroom floor, he pouts and puts his hands underneath his chin.

“Well, San, since he wrote tragic Greek plays, I think he was just creating what he knew. Like Sophocles, he just kept his daily life in mind when he was writing.” You smile to yourself, skimming the lines of the last act within your textbook.

“Excuse me, Smarty. I’ll just nap while you do your own notes, then.” He leans against your thigh, the back of his head mushed into the fabric of your shorts.

You scoff. “I just read the materials and introduction! You give me too much credit.”

One of his eyes pops open, followed by the crossing of his arms. “You still know things! Sometimes, you really don’t see that. And I’ve been your neighbor for what, a few weeks now? Give yourself more credit, angel.”

You refuse to acknowledge the pet name, knowing he’ll sense the change in your body if you do. Going for a lighthearted response, you stick your tongue out in his direction. “Trust me, you give enough credit to yourself for the both of us.”

San says your name and sits up, mirroring your crossed-legged position. “Maybe I do, but only because I know how it feels to not give yourself the self-assurance you deserve.”

You gape in mock surprise. “Choi San, not sure of himself? I never would have guessed.”

“Yes, I’m not flawless.” He laughs and knocks his fist softly into your shoulder. “When I was younger, sometimes people thought it was all an act, me being so ‘full’ of myself, all the time. In a way, it was just to pretend that there weren’t times when I didn’t feel confident in what I could do and if I could do it. It still happens, but not as much as before.”

“That’s hard to believe.” You drop your head, staring at your hands in your lap.

He taps his fingers under your chin. “It’s true. Some days, it can be so difficult to believe you’re capable. But you are, in so many ways. Anyone who loves you could see that tenfold. But in the end, the person who needs to see that first is you. Nobody else.”

You wipe away the tears that are  prepared to stream down your face, knowing it is ridiculous to cry at the comforting advice San offers. But he says all the right things every time you need them and every time you come across all the hidden fears and self-critiques you harbor.

“Are you crying,” he asks, lips curling into a frown. He presses a hand to your cheek, prepared to catch any tears before they fall, but you shake your head softly.

“I’m not sad, I promise. I just—I meant it. You give me more credit than I ever give myself, and I know it’s a bad habit, but it feels good having someone else notice…how hard it can be, even if I’m still trying.”

His thumb rubs back and forth across the apple of your cheek, sentiment and patience etched into expression. “Someone has to, don’t they?”

Staring into his eyes, you notice how much they shine, even in the dim lighting of your desk lamp. You chastise yourself for never noticing how brown and bright they were before. With a tiny vow, you promise to admire them for as long as you can, whether out loud or in silence. As long as San feels admired in the way he always should be.

The twinkle in his irises reflects in his close-lipped smile. You don’t stop to think as you lean in to kiss the sharp line of his cheek, knowing you need him as much as you need his words. He parts his mouth in shock, the hand on your cheek still. “Thank you, Sannie.”

When you rest your head on your pillow to sleep hours later, you still feel the shape of him on your lips and the fondness of his stare on your skin.

A knock on your door one Sunday afternoon reveals San with one of his hands cut up, a few scrapes visibly bleeding.

“Shit,” you curse, inspecting the cuts with your hands. He winces when you touch a deeper one, a hiss whistling through his teeth. “I’m sorry. What happened?”

“I dropped some glass cups. I didn’t know what happened to my broom, so I thought picking it up would be fine if I was careful,” he mumbles, obviously embarrassed about the mishap.

You press a hand to his shoulder as a signal for him to step inside your apartment. He does, observing the living room as you run to get supplies from your bathroom. The fuzzy, polka dot blanket draped across your even fuzzier, gray couch and the rerun of some 90s comedy makes him smile to himself. How can someone be so kind and cute? San thinks to himself.

You’ve both hung out many times since you helped him unpack, especially in your bedroom, but he’s never noticed the smaller things in your place. Seeing the ins and outs of your life in the decor, the few dishes in your sink, family photos by the door, and pens left on the counter, he doesn’t feel like he’s intruding. Rather, he’s noticing the pieces of you and storing them away to remember later. That’s how the ache inside his chest would describe it. For now, at least.

“I have band-aids, ointment, and gauze,” you note the supplies in your hand as you make it back to him. You’re no stranger to mishaps like accidental bruises and bumps, so coming as prepared as possible for this one facet of everyday life is doable, even for you. “Sit down, Sannie.”

When you guide both of you to the couch, you drape the blanket across his lap and pause the show on your television. You hold up the first-aid kit, grabbing his attention and smiling behind the box. “Ready to be patched up?”

“Readier than ready.”

The minutes pass quietly as San watches the rest of the episode, and you treat his smaller cuts with small circular band-aids. You wrap the deeper gashes up with pale gauze, rubbing some cream on the wounds to start the healing process. As you grab more of the ointment from the tin, you realize San being hurt in any capacity is painful, unbearable even, for you as well as him. While you have more than an inkling of what that means, you push it out of your mind to focus on your table-side healing.

When he’s patched up, you flick his wrist. “You’re good to go, sir.”

He grins in response. “You’re the best. Thank you.”

“It’s nothing. That’s what neighbors are for right?” The word feels too simple to describe San and what he means to you.

“Definitely,” he murmurs. Your faces rest less than a foot apart from each other, knees slightly touching. 

In any instance, you’d have backed away quickly and given your new friend and neighbor a proper send-off back to his apartment. However, he’s so warm, inviting, here. It has to be ridiculous to feel so safe in his presence this soon, but San is the least ridiculous person you know. 

He can be vain, more confident in himself than the average person is, and satisfied with his own absurdity. Maybe those things turn some people off, but they’re only a few things that you adore about him, the exterior pieces to a beautiful interior. And adore you do, maybe too much and too fast in the month that you’ve known him. But if someone calls you senseless for that, then senseless is what you are.

When you kiss his lips, pressing your mouth firmly to his, you feel senseless. All of your feelings rotate around him, none of your own to pull from as you want nothing but him to spread inside of you. You keen when he groans into your mouth, press deeper into him as his hands clench your waist, and mewl as he pushes his song into your mouth.

“Your hand,” you call out as he tries pushing his injured fingers down your pants.

“Fuck my hand,” San says with a gasp, tugging at the material until your shorts come off. “Well, I want you to fuck it anyway.”

You whimper at his salacious words, grinding your hips down into his lap and awaiting hand. He lets out his own sounds of pleasure at the wetness pooling in your underwear, and he slips the material to the side to truly have your skin against his, the callous on his fingertips rubbing against your clit beautifully.

With your mouth falling open from the cascading waves of pleasure that have barely started, you feel you could float away if it weren’t for San’s index and middle finger suddenly buried inside of you. He whispers dirty things into your ear, your face fighting a blush despite the position you’re both in. “You’re gorgeous, you know that? So perfect for me when you’re fucked out like this.”

He adds a third finger, completely lost in your expression as you ride his hand with abandon. You continue to rut your body into him, and all he can focus on is both your pleasure and the growing erection in his pants. His body pulses with need, but he knows it’s not about him right now.

It’s about you, and he wants you to recognize how much your pleasure matters to him.

“San, I’m gonna—” You press both palms to either side of his neck, moving faster to chase the high that’s within your reach. The taste of it almost hits the center of your tongue, and you want to feel it after all this time you’ve been waiting. For him, for the two of you, for something good.

“It’s okay, don’t fight it.” He kisses your cheek, looking up at you with only adoration and patience in his eyes. “Let go, beautiful. Come with my fingers inside of you.”

Your back arches and your chest presses into San’s biceps when you finally feel your release in its full glory. Your body leaks your essence down his hand and onto your remaining clothes. You would feel like a mess in any other circumstance, but right now, you don’t care.

All you want to do is make San feel as good as he’s made you feel.

You kiss him twice more before pulling him into your bedroom. You push him onto your bed and make quick work of removing his clothes, unzipping his jeans until both that article of clothing and his underwear come off.

The head of his dick is red and leaking with pre-cum, and you fight the urge to take him into your mouth completely and finish the encounter off that way. You want to make it worth both of your whiles.

You stroke his cock a handful of times to moisten the surface, and he ruts into your hand with broken groans. “Please don’t tease me,” San begs, reaching his hands out to hold you by the hips.

“I’m not, Sannie, I promise. Just want to get you nice and ready first.” You may not be confident in a lot of arenas of your life, but you know you’re good at this, and you’re going to make a show of it.

You sink down onto San’s cock easily. Despite the stretch of his wide girth filling every space of you, you take it all with a slack jaw and a deep moan emulating from your chest. It’s been a minute since you’ve had someone of his size inside of you, but you adjust with a few minutes of doing nothing but sitting on top of him.

“Are you gonna—” You cut San’s words short by slamming down on him particularly hard, going from doing nothing to giving him everything in a matter of seconds. You press your nails into his chest as you ride him, your pace fast and unrelenting. He looks up at you through his lashes with lust-blown irises. His hands on your hips threaten to bruise your skin, and in truth, you wouldn’t mind if they did. You want him to mark you up, pin you down, make him yours. You’ve never been more sure of anything before.

Without warning, San switches positions, one large hand pinning you down as the other wraps your legs tighter around his waist. “No more playing. Hold on tight, doll.”

He sets a pace much harsher than yours, practically leaving you completely before slamming completely inside with every thrust. It’s deep in every sense of the word, and you bite into your fist to hold back how loud you’re becoming. 

San takes that fist into his palm, splaying out your fingers to interlace with his. “Let me hear all of it. Don’t fight it, baby.” He takes one of your breasts into his mouth, lavishing your nipple in gentle nips and kitten licks.

You decide all of your resounding sounds matter little to you, your other neighbors and their peaceful Sunday be damned. If he wants you to be loud, you’ll be as loud as possible, especially when his hand finds your clit to rub in perfect little figure eights.

Your vocal chords are tattered and uneven by the time your second orgasm comes, your body slack and throat hoarse from the overload of pleasure. You squeeze him tighter despite your oversensitive nerves, ready for him to fall off the same precipice you lept past with no issue.

San buries his face into your neck as he comes, his breath and beautiful groans hitting your ear as his release fills you with warmth. He kisses one of your temples as he pulls out, letting small remnants of the mixture of your releases trickle out of you and onto your bed. It all carries the same weight of importance, anyway. All that matters to you is his warm arms lulling you into comfort you’ve been without for longer than you realized.

The afternoon sky bleeds into night, and you spend all those hours in San’s arms, saying nothing yet everything in that span of time. He only rubs your back and kisses your lips every so often, letting you slip in and out of sleep.

Once you’ve been awake for longer than ten minutes, San breaks the silence by saying, “So, I’m not the best cook, but you deserve some sort of meal after all of this.” He kisses your neck before focusing his gaze back on you. “And I may or may not be collecting my repayment after helping you with those articles right now so you say yes.” He grins again, charming and electrifying. “What do you say?”

“We just had sex and you think I’ll say no to that?” you ask with a giggle. 

“I’m just making sure!”

You’ve never been observant. Some cues go past your head entirely, and you know this. But San’s skin, so comfortably close to yours, sends the gentlest calm across yours like the familiar prickles of gooseflesh. You can see him and read his obvious intentions, and you know now you’re ready to welcome the start of something new with open arms. There’s no right or wrong to fear, no choice to be any less certain about. It’s easy to feel that way when sure of him when he looks at you the way he does? “I’d love to have a meal with you, San.”

Two months pass, and as San’s hand draws circles into the divot of your hip, you remember that tender stillness you felt after you first met, the first time you hung out together in what San called “your first not-first date” which you lovingly shoved him for, the first night you spent together, and all the dates that followed. Most important, that stillness never disappeared or faded into the background. Not since the first time you saw him, not when he told you it was more than fine to leave most of your stuff at his place (especially your polka dot blanket), and not when he told you he loved you hours ago.

“What are you thinking about?” San pulls you from your thoughts with his question, his whisper raspy. He kisses your bare shoulder, the soft press of his lips warming you to the bone.

“You.”

“Oh? Only good things I hope.” He smirks, trailing his kisses up to your neck. “Or bad, I prefer both.” You giggle at the few swipes of his tongue on the hollow of your throat, but you tug on the ends of his hair to pull his attention back to your face.

“The best things. How I still get excited every time I see you, and how easy it is to make you smile. How you make me feel as though I can do anything, because I have all the power in the world to do it.” You stroke the corners of his mouth, pulling them up and down to make him laugh. “How much I love you.”

In his laughter, he wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you closer. Peppering his face with kisses, the two of you fall deeper inside the sheets, the only space in the world meant for the two of you. The smell of his cologne lingers on his body, your favorite smell. You breathe it in as he says, “I love you too.” He says the words in between more sets of kisses stamped into your face and neck.

The sunlight peeks in through San’s curtains when you retreat from underneath the comforter, the signal of a new day. Another set of beginnings and discoveries to look for, new realizations to be had. Only, this day is different. You no longer fear as you once did. If either you or San aren’t looking close enough, the other person will be there to help put the pieces together. Other days, you know you’re strong enough now to figure it all out on your own, just like San is. The two of you can be as slow or fast-paced as you want to, impulses or plans be damned. If that’s what love is supposed to be, you never want it to pass you by again.

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[billieeilishismywifey]

Hair dye

Description- your billies girlfriend and your dying her hair

The sharp scent of bleach lingers in the air as you run your gloved fingers through Billie's roots, carefully applying the dye. She's slouched in your chair, scrolling through her phone with one leg tucked up, but you don't miss the way she keeps sneaking glances at you through the mirror.

"You're staring," you say without looking up, parting her hair to get an even section.

Billie smirks. "I'm admiring."

You roll your eyes, but you can't fight the grin tugging at your lips. "Uh-huh. And what exactly are you admiring?"

She hums as if considering. "The way your nose scrunches up when you concentrate... how cute you look in those gloves... the fact that you're literally elbow-deep in hair dye and still somehow the hottest person in the room."

You pause, raising a brow at her reflection. "Billie."

"What?" she grins, tilting her head slightly. "It's true."

You shake your head, biting back a smile as you brush a stray strand away from her face. "Flattery won't get you out of sitting under the dryer, babe."

She groans dramatically. "But it's so boring."

"You say that every time," you tease. "Yet here we are."

Billie sighs, dropping her phone into her lap. "Fine. But you owe me cuddles after."

You snort. "I'm literally doing your hair, and now I owe you something?"

She turns her head, ignoring the way you huff at her for moving. "Yeah, 'cause watching you like this is torture. You're so close, and I can't even touch you."

Your cheeks heat up, and you play it off with a dramatic sigh. "The struggle."

She pouts, leaning back again. "You love me."

You glance at her through the mirror, your heart doing that annoying little flip it always does when she looks at you like that. Soft. Playful. Completely in love.

You smile. "Yeah, I do."

Billie grins triumphantly. "Then hurry up so I can kiss you properly."

And with that, you get back to work—because if there's one thing you can't resist, it's Billie Eilish with freshly dyed roots and a promise of kisses.

The timer ticks down as Billie lounges under the dryer, dramatically slouched with her arms crossed. Every few minutes, she peeks at you through heavy-lidded eyes, waiting for you to do something—anything—that isn't ignoring her and focusing on cleaning up your workstation.

"You're so mean," she huffs, stretching her legs out and wiggling her socked toes at you. "Making me sit here all alone."

You snort, tossing a used towel into the bin. "All alone? Babe, I'm literally five feet away."

"Too far," she mumbles.

You roll your eyes fondly, then walk over and lean against the counter beside her. "Patience, my love. You'll be free soon."

Billie lifts her head slightly, eyeing you with a mischievous glint. "You're lucky I love you."

"I am lucky," you say, giving her a soft smile. "And you're lucky I love you enough to deal with your dramatic ass every time we do your hair."

She gasps, feigning offense. "Excuse me, I am not dramatic."

"Babe." You cross your arms. "Two weeks ago, you had a meltdown over your bangs being 'slightly uneven.'"

Billie glares. "That was a crisis."

You snicker, reaching out to run your fingers through the uncolored parts of her hair. "I swear, you're worse than my other clients."

She smirks. "Yeah, but do you let them kiss you?"

You narrow your eyes. "No."

Billie leans forward slightly. "Do you love them?"

"Also no."

"Do they get to see you looking this cute while you work?" she teases, tugging playfully at the hem of your shirt.

You tilt your head, pretending to think. "Mmm... nope. Just you."

Her smirk softens into a genuine smile, and for a second, neither of you speak. The dryer hums in the background, filling the space as Billie watches you like you're the only thing in the room that matters.

Finally, the timer beeps.

You clap your hands together. "Alright, Miss Impatient, let's rinse you out."

Billie grins and practically jumps out of her seat. "Finally."

You guide her to the sink, gently tilting her head back as warm water flows over her hair. Your fingers move through her roots, rinsing out the dye, and Billie sighs contently.

"If you weren't already my girlfriend, I think I'd fall in love with you just from this," she murmurs, eyes fluttering shut.

You chuckle. "So, you only love me because I do your hair?"

She peeks one eye open. "Nah, I love you because you're hot and you do my hair."

You flick a bit of water at her face.

She yelps. "Hey!"

"Love you too," you say sweetly, laughing as you continue rinsing.

And as Billie giggles under your touch, eyes bright and full of affection, you realize there's nowhere else you'd rather be.

[jeongsoob]

not even sometimes ᯓ 𝚌𝚜

SFW version of my fic posted on @heechwe .ᐟ

୨୧ pairing: choi san x fem!reader ୨୧ word count: 3.2k ୨୧ genre: fluff, sprinkles of angst, suggestive (just in last scene) ୨୧ tags: neighbor to lovers au, healthy communication for the win ୨୧ synopsis: You've never been good at planning for the unexpected, much less a new neighbor. But the man in question may just love that about you, among other things you didn't see in yourself to begin with. ⟢ AUTHOR'S NOTE: This fic is a remaster of an old fic I wrote years ago for a member of NCT, the original title being "Where We Begin." Seeing as I am not following that group anymore and I thought it'd be fun to polish up some old work, what the hell. Thank you to my betas for reading this one, @prkhaven @lovetaroandtaemin @tinycatharsis @jjunbug @innocygnet, I love you lots. Title inspiration from "Sometimes" by Ariana Grande!

Some people know the instant something begins, the start of something new brimming with possibilities palpable within the surrounding air. 

For you, it’s not that simple. 

It seems some things come and go in your life without warning or realization. You’ve fought enough for things to stay or leave for so many years that now it’s almost a godsend to lack that kind of perception. Whether it be for a new job opportunity, an unexpected act of kindness, or a person, it’s all the same. Beginnings can be as subtle as a wisp of wind through your window, or as abrasive as thunderclaps that rattle an entire room. Regardless, you’ve not caught on.

Lucky for you, Choi San isn’t subtle. With a body like his, how could he be?

The first time San greets you, he’s carrying an ottoman on his shoulder and a football in his hand. The early Saturday morning permeates through the hallway window, emphasizing his stark black hair and encroaching size, but he’s so beautifully smiling you felt nothing but warmth for the man in front of you. Across from your apartment sits his door halfway open, giving you ample opportunity to notice the manila moving boxes crowding the space of his new home.

The place had been empty for almost a month before San, the pain of Jeongin saying goodbye fresh every time you came home. The kid was a hilarious neighbor and a great friend, and while he didn’t leave your life, watching him go after three years left a noticeable pang of sadness. Having a new neighbor so soon felt foreign, unwelcome. But once San drops the ottoman carefully onto the small span of tile between your apartments and extends a hand, you know you can get used to the change if the new neighbor in question is this open, welcoming, and drop-dead gorgeous.

You give San your name with a smile, a soft yet large hand enveloping your smaller one. “You’ll love it here. I’ve been here for almost five years, never a problem.”

“That’s perfect. I’ve been couch-surfing for two months, so anything is better than my friends’ smelly socks and booty calls.”

You giggle, the sound reverberating off the highway walls. It almost makes you forget your choice of clothing, the realization suddenly hitting you.

You love your duck-patterned pajama bottoms and tattered college sweatshirt, but the clothing isn’t exactly the best outfit to meet new people in. Then again, nobody dresses up to run downstairs and get their weekly mail anyway, even if there’s a chance of running into someone as handsome as your new neighbor. “Sorry I’m not that presentable. I didn’t know you’d be coming today.”

“It’s no problem. I should’ve moved in yesterday, but I had an emergency. Well, if you could call a friend needing a three-page recipe an emergency.” San grins and shrugs, twirling the ball between his hands.

You giggle, pointing a finger towards the football. “So, you play sports and cook?”

“Not really, just a parting gift from my friend Woo for the recipe I owed him. I guess it’s also a housewarming gift‌, considering.”

You nod slowly and begin your trek down the hallway and to the mailroom, remembering your initial goal when you were leaving ten minutes ago. “Well, San, if you need help unpacking, just give me a knock!”

“I definitely will!” San waves goodbye and offers you the widest smile you’ve seen yet, saccharine in a way you didn’t realize you needed so early in the morning. He enters his new apartment without another turn of his head, while you wonder if this is the moment of realization the guy across the hall will be more than a stranger. Perhaps even a welcome addition to your life.

You open up your door a day later to find San with an inquisitive pout, replacing the mesmerizing smile he left you with. His hands respectively hold a large takeout bag and a tray of two drinks, and you guess what he’s after before he says the words. 

“Don’t tell me,” you say. “You need help unboxing.”

“Yes and no.”

“Oh?” You ask, partially shocked.

“So, I know you probably offered to help me unpack since I have the ‘new neighbor’ card. Which is great, since I actually do need help today. But, it would be rude to not offer food for your services, so it can be part moving part…treating a cute girl to lunch.” San tips the bag up with a grin, making you chuckle. “What do you say, neighbor?

As he waits for your answer, you discover Choi San is already too sweet to say no to. He asks so earnestly, and he’s feeding you, doing more than most of your exes ever did. The response easily slips off of your tongue. “That sounds great. Lemme just get my keys.” Following him into his apartment, you try to calm the staccato of your heart to a normal pace.

Your new neighbor truly has no shame as the two of you open all of his remaining boxes together, San confessing the origins of certain items you take out with a questioning, raised eyebrow. While he folds his clothes and sets them aside to move to his bedroom later, you tell him about your degree and how you can’t wait for the spring semester to end, your last step towards graduating in the summer.

You snap silly photos of him and take a few together to capture the moment; he ruffles your hair in a few and makes the resulting photos blurry, but you don’t mind. When you’re not unboxing and discussing your comprehensive histories, you eat pineapple fried rice and dumpling soup from the takeout containers and sip flat sodas you don’t bother replacing. The clear attachment you’ve already developed with San is worth drinking a watered-down soda.

“What do you do in your free time?” you ask before downing what’s left in your can.

“I work with my friends in a small studio downtown. It’s not much, but we love it and it helps pay for this.” He gestures to the apartment with dramatic grandeur, almost knocking over his drink. “That’s actually why I’ve been moving most of this by myself. Before you helped, I mean. There’s this production issue we glossed over, and my buddy Mingi wants it smoothed out before the song’s released.”

“Gotta love the  music life.” You sigh. “The arts are tough.”

“Yeah, I do love it. I don’t know where I’d be without it, to tell you the truth.” San chuckles, the sound rumbling in his throat.

You pat his shoulder with your hand. “I’m sure you’re doing great. You seem like a person who can find fun in anything. With your work, I know your friends need that.”

“Thanks,” he replies. San dips a hand through his hair, hoping to conceal his red face alongside his aggressively beating heart. “I bet you’re someone who keeps a lot of people calm and…I don’t know, grounded? You just give off this vibe like you know what you’re doing.”

You laugh again, pressing your empty soda can to your chest. “You’re probably the first person that’s ever thought about me that way.” Your friends and family often sing their praises for you, but what would get San’s compliment laughed out of any room is the fact he thinks you have a consciously prepared bone in your body.

You can barely give your best friends proper preparation for outfit choices, much less prepare for bigger life events. It’s what your exes have harped on for ages, your impulsiveness and second-nature to lead with your heart rather than your head, your ultimate downfall. How did anyone, especially yourself, expect you to go against habit and commit to anything? If there was an option to have someone spell it out for you, you would choose that in a heartbeat. To this day, sometimes it feels like you stumble around for answers, only doing things halfway and never with full intention.

You know these things about yourself like the back of your hand.. Yet, you can’t contain the flutter in your heart from San being so sure of you already. It may just be the takeout, the fullness of his stomach making his brain fuzzy, but you don’t care. You appreciate it regardless.

“That’s a good thing, though,” you mumble, his stare tickling the edges of your skin.

“Well, I’m flattered.” He winks at you, the gesture only solidifying every positive thought you have about him. He opens another box and removes the bubble wrap inside, and in that moment, you believe a piece of your heart silently belongs between the creases of his smile.

By the time you finish, the sun is setting, and you’re sitting next to San with your backs drooping against his couch. You rub your belly in slow, tiny circles, full from the food and copious amount of snacks you munched on while moving the smaller trinkets and furniture.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve known the pretzels and gummy worms would make you sick.” He pouts, staring down at your slumped body.

“No, it’s okay. Just another minute and I’ll be out of your hair.”

“You’re not in my hair. It’s too fantastic to be disturbed like that..” His confidence can be seen from space, you think as the corners of your lips rise. Without warning, San sets his head in your lap as his eyelashes flutter to a close. He’s burly at first glance, but you realize as he snuggles into your body how you fit together perfectly in this way. “I mean it. I’ve had a lot of fun today.”

Instinctively, you swipe one hand through his bangs, and he takes your fingers between his own. “We just met, but it’s like you make things slow down. I’m not running around the place like an idiot or saying the wrong things for the first time. Does that make sense?”

You close your eyes too, letting the words rumble around in your head. Responding to them with the peace within your smile and a squeeze of your hand, you know he’s smiling too without having to look down at him. “It does.”

In an array of textbooks, highlighters, and article clippings, San swipes through the words with a blue pen to mark important information for later. While it’s adorable watching him as he works, he has little to no foresight on the weekly topic in your Greek literature course.

Chan and Jisung, your study partners, left hours ago, but you stayed stuck with a pile of additional reading your professor dumped on you, including the play you still had to read. 

The night seemed to only be beginning for you, and you could only give your friends a sad smile as you walked them out of your apartment. With perfect timing, San popped his head out with a smirk, his concern giving way when he noticed the defeat in your posture.

“Can I help?” were the first words out of his mouth as you were on the verge of tears, your mountain of a neighbor suddenly becoming your shining light through the storm of academic writing and assignments.

He definitely isn’t helping in the way he imagined, but watching his eyebrows furrow in concentration and catching the delight on his face when he marks the “right” sentence makes the hours feel less tedious.

“I mean, why does Euripides have to be such a tragic writer? There’s nothing wrong with writing cheerful things now and then,” San says as he drops the pen onto the paper. Rolling closer to your spot on your bedroom floor, he pouts and puts his hands underneath his chin.

“Well, San, since he wrote tragic Greek plays, I think he was just creating what he knew. Like Sophocles, he just kept his daily life in mind when he was writing.” You smile to yourself, skimming the lines of the last act within your textbook.

“Excuse me, Smarty. I’ll just nap while you do your own notes, then.” He leans against your thigh, the back of his head mushed into the fabric of your shorts.

You scoff. “I just read the materials and introduction! You give me too much credit.”

One of his eyes pops open, followed by the crossing of his arms. “You still know things! Sometimes, you really don’t see that. And I’ve been your neighbor for what, a few weeks now? Give yourself more credit, angel.”

You refuse to acknowledge the pet name, knowing he’ll sense the change in your body if you do. Going for a lighthearted response, you stick your tongue out in his direction. “Trust me, you give enough credit to yourself for the both of us.”

San says your name and sits up, mirroring your crossed-legged position. “Maybe I do, but only because I know how it feels to not give yourself the self-assurance you deserve.”

You gape in mock surprise. “Choi San, not sure of himself? I never would have guessed.”

“Yes, I’m not flawless.” He laughs and knocks his fist softly into your shoulder. “When I was younger, sometimes people thought it was all an act, me being so ‘full’ of myself, all the time. In a way, it was just to pretend that there weren’t times when I didn’t feel confident in what I could do and if I could do it. It still happens, but not as much as before.”

“That’s hard to believe.” You drop your head, staring at your hands in your lap.

He taps his fingers under your chin. “It’s true. Some days, it can be so difficult to believe you’re capable. But you are, in so many ways. Anyone who loves you could see that tenfold. But in the end, the person who needs to see that first is you. Nobody else.”

You wipe away the tears that are  prepared to stream down your face, knowing it is ridiculous to cry at the comforting advice San offers. But he says all the right things every time you need them and every time you come across all the hidden fears and self-critiques you harbor.

“Are you crying,” he asks, lips curling into a frown. He presses a hand to your cheek, prepared to catch any tears before they fall, but you shake your head softly.

“I’m not sad, I promise. I just—I meant it. You give me more credit than I ever give myself, and I know it’s a bad habit, but it feels good having someone else notice…how hard it can be, even if I’m still trying.”

His thumb rubs back and forth across the apple of your cheek, sentiment and patience etched into expression. “Someone has to, don’t they?”

Staring into his eyes, you notice how much they shine, even in the dim lighting of your desk lamp. You chastise yourself for never noticing how brown and bright they were before. With a tiny vow, you promise to admire them for as long as you can, whether out loud or in silence. As long as San feels admired in the way he always should be.

The twinkle in his irises reflects in his close-lipped smile. You don’t stop to think as you lean in to kiss the sharp line of his cheek, knowing you need him as much as you need his words. He parts his mouth in shock, the hand on your cheek still. “Thank you, Sannie.”

When you rest your head on your pillow to sleep hours later, you still feel the shape of him on your lips and the fondness of his stare on your skin.

A knock on your door one Sunday afternoon reveals San with one of his hands cut up, a few scrapes visibly bleeding.

“Shit,” you curse, inspecting the cuts with your hands. He winces when you touch a deeper one, a hiss whistling through his teeth. “I’m sorry. What happened?”

“I dropped some glass cups. I didn’t know what happened to my broom, so I thought picking it up would be fine if I was careful,” he mumbles, obviously embarrassed about the mishap.

You press a hand to his shoulder as a signal for him to step inside your apartment. He does, observing the living room as you run to get supplies from your bathroom. The fuzzy, polka dot blanket draped across your even fuzzier, gray couch and the rerun of some 90s comedy makes him smile to himself. How can someone be so kind and cute? San thinks to himself.

You’ve both hung out many times since you helped him unpack, especially in your bedroom, but he’s never noticed the smaller things in your place. Seeing the ins and outs of your life in the decor, the few dishes in your sink, family photos by the door, and pens left on the counter, he doesn’t feel like he’s intruding. Rather, he’s noticing the pieces of you and storing them away to remember later. That’s how the ache inside his chest would describe it. For now, at least.

“I have band-aids, ointment, and gauze,” you note the supplies in your hand as you make it back to him. You’re no stranger to mishaps like accidental bruises and bumps, so coming as prepared as possible for this one facet of everyday life is doable, even for you. “Sit down, Sannie.”

When you guide both of you to the couch, you drape the blanket across his lap and pause the show on your television. You hold up the first-aid kit, grabbing his attention and smiling behind the box. “Ready to be patched up?”

“Readier than ready.”

The minutes pass quietly as San watches the rest of the episode, and you treat his smaller cuts with small circular band-aids. You wrap the deeper gashes up with pale gauze, rubbing some cream on the wounds to start the healing process. As you grab more of the ointment from the tin, you realize San being hurt in any capacity is painful, unbearable even, for you as well as him. While you have more than an inkling of what that means, you push it out of your mind to focus on your table-side healing.

When he’s patched up, you flick his wrist. “You’re good to go, sir.”

He grins in response. “You’re the best. Thank you.”

“It’s nothing. That’s what neighbors are for right?” The word feels too simple to describe San and what he means to you.

“Definitely,” he murmurs. Your faces rest less than a foot apart from each other, knees slightly touching. 

In any instance, you’d have backed away quickly and given your new friend and neighbor a proper send-off back to his apartment. However, he’s so warm, inviting, here. It has to be ridiculous to feel so safe in his presence this soon, but San is the least ridiculous person you know. 

He can be vain, more confident in himself than the average person is, and satisfied with his own absurdity. Maybe those things turn some people off, but they’re only a few things that you adore about him, the exterior pieces to a beautiful interior. And adore you do, maybe too much and too fast in the month that you’ve known him. But if someone calls you senseless for that, then senseless is what you are.

When you kiss his lips, pressing your mouth firmly to his, you feel senseless. All of your feelings rotate around him, none of your own to pull from as you want nothing but him to spread inside of you. His kindness, his patience, his love, you want it all. 

Once you separate, your heart and mind still punch-drunk on his lips, San breaks the silence by saying, “So, I’m not the best cook, but you deserve some sort of meal after all of this.” He kisses your cheek before focusing his gaze back on you. “And I may or may not be collecting my repayment after helping you with those articles right now so you say yes.” He grins again, charming and electrifying. “What do you say?”

“We just kissed and you think I’ll say no to that?” you ask with a giggle. 

“I’m just making sure!”

You’ve never been observant. Some cues go past your head entirely, and you know this. But San’s skin, so comfortably close to yours, sends the gentlest calm across yours like the familiar prickles of gooseflesh. You can see him and read his obvious intentions, and you know now you’re ready to welcome the start of something new with open arms. There’s no right or wrong to fear, no choice to be any less certain about. It’s easy to feel that way when sure of him when he looks at you the way he does? “I’d love to have a meal with you, San.”

Two months pass, and as San’s hand draws circles into the divot of your hip, you remember that tender stillness you felt after you first met, the first time you hung out together in what San called “your first not-first date” which you lovingly shoved him for, the first night you spent together, and all the dates that followed. Most important, that stillness never disappeared or faded into the background. Not since the first time you saw him, not when he told you it was more than fine to leave most of your stuff at his place (especially your polka dot blanket), and not when he told you he loved you hours ago.

“What are you thinking about?” San pulls you from your thoughts with his question, his whisper raspy. He kisses your bare shoulder, the soft press of his lips warming you to the bone.

“You.”

“Oh? Only good things I hope.” He smirks, trailing his kisses up to your neck. “Or bad, I prefer both.” You giggle at the few swipes of his tongue on the hollow of your throat, but you tug on the ends of his hair to pull his attention back to your face.

“The best things. How I still get excited every time I see you, and how easy it is to make you smile. How you make me feel as though I can do anything, because I have all the power in the world to do it.” You stroke the corners of his mouth, pulling them up and down to make him laugh. “How much I love you.”

In his laughter, he wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you closer. Peppering his face with kisses, the two of you fall deeper inside the sheets, the only space in the world meant for the two of you. The smell of his cologne lingers on his body, your favorite smell. You breathe it in as he says, “I love you too.” He says the words in between more sets of kisses stamped into your face and neck.

The sunlight peeks in through San’s curtains when you retreat from underneath the comforter, the signal of a new day. Another set of beginnings and discoveries to look for, new realizations to be had. Only, this day is different. You no longer fear as you once did. If either you or San aren’t looking close enough, the other person will be there to help put the pieces together. Other days, you know you’re strong enough now to figure it all out on your own, just like San is. The two of you can be as slow or fast-paced as you want to, impulses or plans be damned. If that’s what love is supposed to be, you never want it to pass you by again.

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[illubean]

JJK Men with a S/o in Musical Theatre

Characters: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, Toji Fushiguro, Ino Takuma, Aoi Todo

Type: Headcanons, Gn!Reader

self indulgent af (im not even in theater anymore)

Warnings: it’s mentioned that reader plays female characters but other than that relatively gn

Satoru Gojo

he INSISTS that you practice in front of him (he just wants to hear you sing any chance he gets)

his favorite musical after you introduce him to it is Legally Blonde no I will not be taking criticism

sometimes walking past you in the hall he’ll sing the little musical theater song lyrics he knows very bad and very loudly

“Hi Toru-“ “A TOAST TO THE GROOM”

he comes to every single one of your shows and every show date

your production is being put on for a week? he’s got tickets to go all 7 days

and since he’s already watched it so many times he likes to snicker and gossip with you about your cast mates and how he noticed them mess up one night

without fail Satoru is always front row with his camera pointed directly at you (terrible theater etiquette I know)

if theres ever a point where you get to interact with the audience he eats it up every time

hes you’re #1 supporter and he gets you the biggest bouquet he can find every time

your cast mates are always gossiping about him, telling you how lucky you are and how they wished they got flowers every show night

very supportive but if you get in the car to go home with your stage makeup on he WILL laugh at you..

“Help me, why are your eyebrows so dark!?” “The stage lighting washes me out!”

Suguru Geto

HE’S SO JD HEATHERS CODED IM MFFHGHGNGGJGNJG

he appreciates performing arts but has never spent much time thinking about it or seeking it out if that makes sense?

he’s reluctant but he will sing parts of songs when you need to practice and can’t meet with whoever the part originally belongs to

MAKE HIM DUET SUDDENLY SEYMOUR WITH YOU. HE CAN SING EITHER PART.

if you beg and cry hard enough he might just audition for a show with you

but if he get’s casted as anyone else but your character’s love interest or worse, the love interest of SOMEONE ELSE he’s rejecting the role

he doesn’t think he’d actually ever get casted, he just auditioned because you kept bugging him about it

but if he does? god damn it now he’s stuck

you’re directors love him, and since you guys have good stage chemistry they are almost always going to cast you together if he auditions again

Kento Nanami

out of all of them I think he’s the only one who was interested in the arts before meeting you

he probably likes Les Miserables and The Phantom of the Opera

he never asks you to sing for him but if you offer or ask him to watch you practice he will gladly do so

he’s impressed by how well you perform

it amazes him how you’re able to move around, dance, and sing all while in character

he attracts the attention of your cast mates, always being so respectful

especially when he waits for you to finish getting out of costume with a bouquet and his jacket to offer you if it’s cold

he’s always invited to your open rehearsals even if its not by you 😭 your directors love him too

Toji Fushiguro

doesn’t care much for the arts but he’d be damned if he missed seeing his baby perform

no matter if you’re a lead or ensemble he WILL be there

he tends to keep to the back as to not block people’s view with his broad shoulders..

he likes watching you play characters that are so far from your usual personality

especially if you’re usually quiet, like wow he didn’t know you could project like that

he teases you after the show if you have a love interest in the show, especially if you complain about the person casted as them (no because why did I get casted as love interests with my mortal enemies 3 times)

if the show is suitable enough, he’ll bring little Megumi along to see you perform

I don’t think he’d be one to buy bouquets for you but he’d buy a single rose and let Megumi give it to you

he’d watch fondly as you pick up his son and bring him to meet the other cast members

GAH I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

Ino Takuma

he does the “raise your ya ya ya” thing around you 😭

he gets jealous if you have a love interest especially if theres a scene where you get freakay

this makes him consider auditioning for the next show you’re going to be in….

he’d watch you take photos with them and pout until you walk up to him

his favorite roles to see you in are the ones like Heather Chandler or Regina George

he may or may not be joking when he says you should be mean to him after seeing you perform…

if the show is sad he will cry then try to deny it when you point out the tear stains on his face

and if YOU’RE crying on stage? he cries even harder

he makes you karaoke with him, even though he’s getting absolutely mogged but he doesn’t mind

he just likes hearing your voice

he brags about you to anyone willing to listen

Aoi Todo

the audience hates him.

he always insists on sitting as close to the stage as possible and his large body blocks the view of the people behind him (luckily the stage is raised…)

and he’s so loud… you can always hear his shouts and applause over everyone else’s

your cast mates don’t like him either…

“Wow, your boyfriend is so…supportive”

even after the show is over and it’s time to meet you people give the two of you side eyes

“YOU DID SO GOOD MY LOVE!” “Shhh! But thank you…”

he’s so bad at being quiet 😭

another one who likes watching you play mean characters…

he has so many photos of you on his phone of you in costume and on stage

and they’re ALL in his wallpaper rotation

[waitmyturtles]

Gelboys, and the Delicious Art of Eliciting Cringe

A bunch of my amazing friends are doing an amazing project in rewatching the wonderful 2019 drama, Theory of Love, and watching the romcom films that are thematically associated with each ToL episode. Their recent ToL posts have gotten me thinking about Third and cringe.

When I think about Theory of Love, I always firstly think about wanting to chuck a chancla at Third's conker.

I'm a Khai defender, even while admitting that he was a gigantic putz to Third during a lot of the series. But, as the lovely @lurkingshan said to me when I first tuned into ToL -- Third was the architect of his own misery.

Oh, indeed he was. This incommunicative wet blanket! I wanted to keep yelling at Third: if you crush on a person, they can't read yer mind until you say something about it!

Third filled me with a sense of dread and cringe. He couldn't bring himself to communicate his crush on Khai to Khai. My dread came from watching Khai continue to do his Khai things, with my knowing that Third would get increasingly heartbroken vis à vis Khai, without Third intervening unto himself to stop his cascade into misery until it was too late for him. As a viewer, I saw Third devolve, slowly crumbling into more and more despair.

In my 2023 review of Theory of Love, I argued that part of the show's brilliance in presenting such a pitiful Third at the start was a brilliant narrative move to lull us viewers into feeling a sense of implicit empathy towards Third -- a sympathetic bias that would then lead to us viewers to not question Third on his actually very questionable decisions. I thought it was such a good play on the part of the screenwriters to tease us viewers like this.

What I'm absolutely LOVING about the currently-airing Gelboys are similar feelings of simultaneous empathy and cringe for the guys in the love triangle that's been established as of episode three among Fou4mod, Chian, and Bua.

We were first presented with Fou4mod and his life deal: his wildin' family, his musical predilections, his bisexuality -- and his very strong internal demand for clarity in relationships. Surely the moment of crying in the mall to end episode one gave me the teeny-bopper shivers, but I got the strongest sense of cringe from Fou4mod's behavior at the end of episode two, when we saw him -- in real time!!! -- compromise and negotiate around his internal emotional compass for the sake of keeping the waffling Chian close to him.

(h/t @clairedaring )

That shit was just painful to watch (and it was AMAZINGLY well done). For my sake, it was particularly painful because I could so, so, SO relate to being just like that when I was a teenager.

I'm an old mom and auntie now, but ::hacking cough:: back in mah day, I remember being a 15-year-old teenager and thinking that my only rule in relationships would be that if I was lucky enough to date someone cute, then that would be all I'd need. I wouldn't demand anything else. I'd consider myself worthy if someone cute liked me back.

Cue the sirens and alarms! Someone should have, because of course, with that mindset, I got myself into a whole lot of messy-ass shit, dealing with a bunch of assholes during and well after my college years. I had a common mix of low self-esteem and and ill-conceived priorities that led me to date a string of incompatible dillweeds until I got myself into more mature relationships from my mid-20s on (with those relationships not always being perfect ones, either).

I find the cringe that Fou4mod and Chian present to be SO particularly viscerally painful because, to me -- it is SO relatable.

We have here teenagers who don't know what they're thinking, what they're feeling, what they're even doing -- because they don't have the comparative life experience to know what their actions might result in by way of what we, as the more mature and invisible audience, expect as their natural emotional ends. Fou4mod and Chian have no idea, because this is the first time they're going through these waffling human interactions, in love, dating, courtship, relationships, hook-ups, whatever.

Take even Chian's waffling and cringey behavior. I am loving all the varied takes on Chian (cc @tinrange and @mirmoria). It is so easy at this point, now that we've consumed episode three, to perhaps demonize Chian, and I definitely feel at times like I want to do that, too.

But I want to take a step back and assess Chian's existence as we know it at this moment -- from my perspective, of all things, as a worried mom, and as a former teen myself.

I love what @tinrange presented in her post about Chian's existence and status as a teenager who is very, very alone, and is looking for some kind of connection ANYWHERE, no matter how unhealthy he knows, and his friends know, those connections to be. Chian is so alone, we might even consider his current state one of (temporary?) abandonment. I love that his moment getting advice from chatGPT shocked so many of us to states of stomach discomfort.

But, also -- this kid is ALWAYS connected online. The headphones are in. Killing time with his napping and/or studying friends, watching a drama on 2.0x. Scrolling IG endlessly. Repeatedly editing his Close Friends list. Thinking about the symbolism of sharing a story to literally one person. Receiving the heartbreak, in silence, of realizing those symbolic efforts keep cyclically coming to naught as Bua flip-flops his attention to others.

Chian is in an almost constant state of distraction. During the very few times that we see him disconnected -- like the moment above, when he sees Bua with Moo after doing Bua's nails (like a chump), or the moment when he negotiates his unclear status with Fou4mod -- he is able to, finally, get in touch with the discomfort of the instability of his status with Bua. And it's clearly breaking him.

But he's not stopping the cycle, as of episode three. His wheel, for now, seems to keep turning in the same direction, back towards his attraction to Bua, almost serving Bua the attention that Bua wants, on a platter.

Chian, I'd posit, doesn't have the life experience yet to know how to break that cycle. From the perspective of a worried mom, what would I say to Chian? "That Bua guy is a POS, you gotta move on"?

My advice would be useless, we know that. We know Chian's not been listening to his friends, to the point of his friends giving up on Chian, knowing Chian is going to repeat the cycle of servitude and rejection that he's been dishing up to Bua.

But besides Chian not listening to his friends, I'll say again that Chian -- especially without the physical presence of supportive and empathetic family near him to give him perhaps sounder advice than his friends -- does not have the guidance or skill set to know HOW to change his behavior. He might only be able to break away from Bua when Bua does something idiotic or drastic. Which, we know, will leave Chian even more in the dumps -- because that specific scenario would leave Chian with absolutely no agency to change his hoped-for outcomes.

WE, as the viewers, know how Chian needs to change his behavior. But Chian, as a very wonderfully written natural teenager, has no idea how to do that yet. And I think that's just so very raw and realistic, and it's being beautifully done in this show.

What was great about Khai in Theory of Love was that, in the second half of the series, we saw him engage in very specific acts of behavioral change to get to a place to be a realistic partner to Third. I talked in my ToL piece about how behavioral change is very much the most difficult type of change a human can make.

While I don't have a lot of hope for a positive outcome for Chian (YET), I am at least encouraged by Fou4mod continuing to dally around the center of his own moral compass, hinting to Chian that he'd like an update on that status question, stat.

Fou4mod centers himself around his desire for clarity, even though he's really messing around the edges of it, eliciting the concern of Baabin. But Fou4mod still has that conviction. It hasn't burnt out yet. He has hope, and that hope is defining and disappointing him, as we see in the last scene of the episode, as he stands in-between Bua, Moo, and Chian. And unlike Chian -- Fou4mod has family, lots of it, around him, and a friend that's patiently by his side, there to comment on Fou4mod's navigation of this very titchy and ick situation.

Fou4mod has optimism and is guided by his center. Bua seems like a big ol' playa (but we'll find out more if/when we get an episode about him). While Chian, in many ways, does indeed deserve to be put into a blender, I want to make one little note of hope I have for him, something that makes me cringe at him just a tiny little bit less:

While Bua used his Close Friends list to show off his flirting towards Moo to Chian, Chian removed Fou4mod from his list before he uploaded his own flirtatious moment with Bua.

The whole IG flirting circle thing is just messy and uncool anyway. But at least Chian thought to put up a boundary that Bua himself hadn't thought of. Maybe Chian will show us a glimpse of an internal compass that we're unaware of as this series goes on.

[quokkicidal]

L.M. | Husband Material

Genre: Fluff, established relationship

Warnings: None

Pairing: non-idol!Minho x gn!reader

A/N: Not a full on story, just some little blurbs :)

Requests open

Materlist

The kitchen smelled of your favorite breakfast, being cooked by your one and only Minho. He offered to make it because that’s just how he shows his love. Small gestures that build up, and you can’t help but to feel so lucky.

He looked at where you were sitting at the kitchen island and said, “How do you want your eggs?”

“Hmm, scrambled please!”

He just nodded his head and continued cooking. He started humming as he brought your food to you, placing the plate on the table and a kiss on the top of your head. You said thank you and he sat down and ate with you. He was the only person in your life that you could tell everything. He made you feel so safe and you truly cherish all the moments you have together, even the simple ones like these.

———

In the grocery store, Minho pushed the cart. Not because he wanted to, but he knows that if you pushed it you guys would be getting way more than what you needed. “Alright, next on the list is beef.” He said reading from the list you and him worked on together.

“Let’s go to the freezer isle then, and we can pick up some ice cream while we’re over there and we can have a movie night!” Minho smiled at your enthusiasm for movie nights and ice cream. It’s one of his favorite nights because you guys cuddle and make fun of movies together. One time you were watching Benji and Minho was trying his hardest not to cry, but there’s just something about animals in a sad setting that really pull at his heart stings. Of course you were crying too, who wouldn’t. But every time you bring it up to tease him, he always says, “You were crying more than I was!” When in reality he cried harder than you.

———

If you’re having a bad day at work, he’ll make sure to run you a bath before you get home. Filled with your favorite bath soap and your favorite candle lit on the counter. Despite what his friends see, he truly is a romantic at heart. Acts of service is definitely his love language. Before you get out of the bth, he’s already handing you a towel he previously tossed in the dryer to warm it up. He truly treats you like you’re a queen. You Al’s do the same for him, but in a different way. If you wake up before him, you make sure to make breakfast for the both of you and you iron his clothes if he has to dress formal. You know it’s not needed but he appreciates the crisp fold of a white button up.

———

Date nights are always looked forward to between you two. Whether you’re just going out to lunch, or you’re going to a full on five star restaurant. You tell him that he doesn’t need to do all this, but he’s planning something. As you both finish your dinner you share a dessert, which he lets you choose, he makes small talk. To be honest, he’s a bit nervous. He feels so safe around you, enough to let his guard down. When you first met him, you never would’ve expected being one of the few people that he lets in his bubble, but you are so happy that it ended up this way. The waiter eventually comes back to the table, and asks you guys to come with him. The waiter led you both to a back secluded garden area, which was absolutely beautiful. It was covered with flowers and even had a fountain. You stop by the fountain marveling at the work, and beside you, Minho gets down on one knee. As you turn, you couldn’t help but to start tearing up. “Oh my god, is this what I think it is?”

He nervously smiled, “Only if your answer is yes?” You couldn’t believe it, “These past three years have been the best three years I could have asked for. You truly are someone so special to me and i wouldn’t want to live the rest of my life if you weren’t by my side, will you marry me?”

By this time, you are full on waterworks, “Yes yes yes, of course I’ll marry you!” He put the ring on your finger and hugged you like it would be the last time he saw you. Through tears he says, “I love you, i love you so much.”

You laugh and say, “I love you too, and I always will.”

[ablobwhowrites]

I was wondering how would leith pierre & y/n interact will be in New home sweet home au, Considering that leith are one of few hour of joy Survivor.

Leith pierre thinks y/n is actually dead because of he thought y/n was at work and died due to well him thinking there was no chance of living through that but doesn't know Y/n didn't come to work that day or week.

Plus I'll yap about their relationship cause I I've been thinking about it for a while. I do imagine that Y/n once had (key word: HAD) a good relationship and became close friends and being easily startled so much that y/n would accidentally do it sometimes because they try and walk lightly because working in playcare nightshifts and that kinda translated to how they kinda walked now always walking lightly out of habit so once Leith was startled so bad that he basically screamed at y/n thinking it's a regular worker about them breaking the rules and how they can fire them in any second and y/n was startled by this because they never seen Leith so mean before and basically screaming in anger and Leith apologized by y/n felt off as what of they didn't know Leith and they where just a random worker so y/n kinda distance themselves but not much. And this was before realizing about Leith Pierre was heavily associated with the bigger bodies initiative and there was a massive falling out with their friendship with one instance of a bad argument after Leith said to one of y/n's co worker friends when they messed up one small thing and of course y/n got involved and tried to calm Leith down but ended up becoming a heated argument which basically had y/n stop talking to him and Leith always tired to get back on y/n's good side but couldn't but now with the information that Leith was a active participant of the bigger bodies initiative, y/n wants to break every bone in his body.

At first y/n did like Leith and Leith really liked y/n, they were really good work Friends who would go out to hangout after work but yeah it just slowly fell apart after seeing who he was and that he basically saw everyone on the company as a waste of time and money and was heavily involved in the bigger bodies initiative.

(a little bonus here too.) Harley Sawyer never talked to y/n much but when he did, he was very hyped critical about y/n and how he'd always found it annoying how y/n did their work uniform and Harley would straighten it out. He viewed y/n as more of a special pawn he liked that when he was thinking of making y/n a toy, he would be 'nice' and let y/n be human for a few more months and then turn them into a toy. He was always fascinated with y/n and how they think, always wondering how they can be so nice to others even without talking to them much and how easy it was for both visitors and employees, the regular workers, construction and scientist to like them, he was utterly fascinated by this. So he would find which project to do that would fit y/n's personality but he found the perfect one but before he was able to approve it and get everything ready, the whole Harley Sawyer becoming the doctor experiment, y/n has lucky saved for becoming the next experiment that they didn't know they would become.

(anyways that's it for my yap session, I hope I did the relationship explaining justice, I'll be putting more stuff out for new home sweet home soon. But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

[flymetothexmoon]

Text Messages + Photos

Warnings: 18+

Mention of regulated pain medication in the form of a pill. MxF sending sexual, consensual photo's. Implied Breeding Kink. Language.

Authors Note: not rly sure what the word count is, but it's a long one. shamelessly i tend to prefer reading longer 'fics so hopefully you stay with me 'till the good parts. enjoy :')

Ask Box is open.

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It was quiet.

It was the kind of quiet where you could not even hear your own breathing.

The day was long, and the night was even longer, as you tried to feel something while simultaneously nothing at all. You stretched, desperate, as the faint sound of the bones in your body releasing the build up's from the day you had.

Satisfied, you extended your arm outward, reaching for something on your nightstand. Your fingers found what they were looking for, and without ever looking in that direction, your fingers moved from side to side as you opened what you searching were for.

Pop.

The sound of a bottle opening, and you swore the noise alone could have woke a colony of ants with hot quiet it was. Extending downward, you could feel the different textures on your fingertips as you dug deeper, the pill bottle being the prize and your hand being the crane like in the arcade game you use to love as a kid. Finally, you felt something, and your hand moved upward as you reached what you were looking for, exposing it to the outside.

Your eyes traveled downward, looking at the pill your hand; it was circular, and pale blue in color. Slowly, you could feel your eyes closing as you brought the pill to your lips, swiftly swallowing its contents and feeling the rigid edges tickle against your throat.

You did not even realize that your eyes had remained closed until the faint vibration of your phone buzzed next to you, your eyelids fluttering open, the feeling of your eyelashes hitting your bottom lids like tiny butterflies.

The Legend: Senorita. U up?

A small laugh escaped your lips as you read who the message was from-- Thanos, one of the only men you'd ever willingly given your phone number to, solely he begged you for it, and fittingly enough, made sure you remembered who it was every time he messaged you, the nickname he gave himself to every person he met, but only allowed select few to actually call him by and you were lucky enough to be on the list. Lucky you.

Your fingers glided across your home screen, unlocking its contents to get a better view of the text messages, all your previous conversations with him on display.

Your Contact Name: si, sénior. what are you up to?

Giggling, you played into his game of throwing random English and Spanish speaking words in his vocabulary. The first time he ever spoke Spanish in front of you he was trying to order a special kind of Tequila and ended up completely butchering the punctuation, making you do the smile, laugh, and shoulder hit you only see in the movies or in television drama's.

Everyone in your circle could feel the tension between you two, sometimes even your own mind would get cloudy with was really happening vs. what was just friends gossiping among friends.

Ding.

Another text message came in.

The Legend: mh'mm... call me that and again and u will find out ;) just got home from being out... why didnt u show ur pretty little face tonight?

Truth be told, you were not even aware that your mutual friends were going out tonight, let alone that Thanos would be there. Your lips curved into a frown, slightly disappointed that you were unaware, but also silently thankful because your body definitely needed the rest from the workload you had endured earlier.

You were about to respond, then it hit you... he called you pretty.

Your Contact Name: was too tired. work sucked. missed you handsome.

Your heart fluttered slightly at the boldness of your own words, and you could feel your eyelids getting heavy as the pill you took just moments before was starting to take effect. Shifting your body slightly, the feeling of your bones rattling as you sat upward, pillows against your back.

The Legend: u know... work does not need to be the only thing that sucks in ur life

Just as quick as your mind started to get numb, a shot of electricity woke up inside of you.

Your Contact Name: mmm. no? pls eleborate, sénior.

On the other side of town, Thanos was on the floor of his best friend's apartment, phone in hand, grinning like a kid in a candy store as he read your text messages. The electricity shooting through his body as well, feeling it hard to control another feeling he was experiencing down below.

The Legend: señorita how about i show u instead?

The text was risky, but that was what Thanos lived for and at this point his finger was on the trigger and your response was the bullet, quick and loud as the invisible smoke hung around the air.

Your Contact Name: i'll be waiting.

Thanos' eyes darkened at your message, quickly closing them, as he gripped onto his phone so hard his finger accidentally grazed his lock button and closed his home screen. The clicking sound of his home screen forced his eyes open as he looked behind him, his best friend Nam-gyu, passed out behind him with no visible trace of ever waking up any time soon, his chest slowly rising up and down and his mouth slightly ajar.

For a brief moment, Thanos actually thought about how he should reply. Usually when he would get into a suggestive texting conversation with a woman, he would waste no time and either invite her over or depending on his mood send her a picture of his cock, but with you, he wanted to write a novel with his words about what he'd do to you and wanted each picture he sent to feel like a goddamn piece of art.

He chose the later, looking over his shoulder one last time to make sure his friend was asleep as he positioned himself against the bed frame, his back, while still covered by his shirt, hitting the cold metal as he swiftly moved his pants around and allowed his cock time to breathe. His hand was warm, and slightly clammy, he did not care. Releasing himself, he felt the base smack against his stomach as he positioned himself better so the whole thing was captured. Thanos was a lot of things, but one thing he was not was an ammature at taking photos of his cock.

The Legend: u like baby??

That was all it took for the two of you start testing the waters of your friendship, asking questions, sharing intimate details, sending photographs and the occasional video, and praising each other, before Thanos finally sent you the message that send literal chills down your spine and simultaneously made your hands sweat.

The Legend: señorita ur so fucking sexy... do u know what u do to me? if i could have one night with u without our fucking idiot friend group i would destroy u. push my thumb so deep in u and turn u upside down so there was no potential way for my cum to escape u... m'mm... fucking force u to feel it

Just like that, he lost you. Your breathing was heavy and your left two three fingers were covered. Embarrassed, but also slightly aroused by yourself, you positioned your camera so he could see you on display, see your hand as you one handingly typed out your final message to him...

Your Contact Name: well sénior... guess that means you need to come over for round two.

[2dieavirgin]

OK SOMEPONY ASKED ABOUT CUTIE MARKS

house: iv bag with a blood heart and a question marked shaped tube. represents his passion for solving puzzles and mysteries, and his talent at medicine

wilson: two horseshoes linked together in the shape of a heart. represents his kind nature and his ability to connect with other people (ponies)

cuddy: second place ribbon. represents how accomplished and efficient she is, but also how she keeps aiming for more

chase: caduceus. represents his skill for medicine and his faith (hermes being "messenger of the gods", chase almost being a priest, chase "and by god, i, of course, mean you")

foreman: trophy with a pseudo molecule laurel wreath. represents how much of an over achiever he is and how much he demands of himself, while also showing his talent for science and medicine

cameron: stethoscope with a heart loop. pretty self explanatory. represents her caring nature and her want to help others. also unintentional but if you squint it looks like a smiley face c:

amber: cobra with a heart. represents her harsh personality. the heart shows how she's still kind, but it's sorta hidden inside the cobra to tell she's closed off. also i am NOT sure how true this is but snake venom is used in medicine and has been found to maybe treat cancer??? which i didnt know and just learned so this worked out nicely lol

thirteen: 4 leaf clover. just a play on "lucky thirteen". i thought it'd be funny and it's the one with least thought behind it tbh

kutner: spark flowers? represents his kind nature (like, giving flowers to someone) while also showing how hyper and kinda childish he can act. i also like to think sparks fly out of his horn when he gets too excited so c:

taub: adult blank flank. altho he's super talented at medicine, I'd like to think he never found his true special talent, which adds to the overall dissatisfaction he has with his own life (i also couldn't think of anything that fit him)

horse md: medicine is magic

i'll do the second and last team too but i wanted to get the mains done :3c a few details cause i'm a nerd:

foreman didn't get his cutie mark until his late teens/early adulthood

both foreman and chase share markings with house (foreman on his hind legs and chase on his snout)

house keeps his wings folded at all times to keep his scar hidden

foreman keeps his wings folded most of the time. he can fly but chooses not to unless necessary. his tattoo is somewhere near his wing, so not visible from most angles

[foxnikki]

*enters breaking everything*

Resquests are open!!

Nikki, Nikki... Could I ask for Izo and Killer (separately) with a gn/nb s/o who clearly has a bias towards them?

Like, some crew member gets hurt and s/o scolds them for being careless, but with Izo/Killer, s/o is like "my love, are you okay?? 🥺🤜🏻🩹" (the fist is supposed to be a hand holding the band-aid 💀)

Maybe you don't even realize that they CLEARLY have favoritism??

Headcanons pls <3

It's totally fine if you don't wanna write it!!! 💗

— XOXØ, Meli

𝕵𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚

They never really understood your behavior at times: the only thing they were sure of was that you took care of them without complaints. Ah, if only they knew they had favoritism!

Pairing: Izou x gn!reader, Killer x gn!reader [separately] Genre: fluff a/n: this is a really cute idea for a story, thanks for the request ♡

izou

Oh, to say that he was scared at the idea of ​​you taking care of him at first was an understatement. Or rather, it would have annoyed him quite a bit, on the other hand he had heard that you had a particular way of taking care of the wounded, and saying taking care seemed like a funny way of saying that while you were taking care of them you repeatedly complained that they had to be more careful. Izo didn't want to hear any complaints.

He had once injured his arm during a battle, but Marco was already busy treating the others, so he had to go to you even though he didn't want to. You disinfected his wound, stitched it up and bandaged it, all this in silence. The only thing you said was at the end, when you gave him a pat. “Here you go" you told him.

It was a pretty calm situation, though maybe it was just because it was the first time he'd come to you, he thought. Oh, how wrong he was.

The next time the wound reopened and he had to return. That time you talked more. “You should be more careful, you know?” you told him, and your voice sounded worried rather than annoyed. "I care about your health..." Izo started to think that the others were exaggerating and said that you were quite aggressive in your ways. How could I be, if you were nice to him?

Sometimes he would even just show up to talk, and you seemed more than happy to listen to him. Of course, he didn't pay attention to the fact that he was probably the only person in the crew who was given that treatment.

Seriously, if he finds out he has favoritism he might find an excuse to get hurt more often.

killer

He was already used to Kid and his outbursts, so when he learned that the crew's new doctor was a rather aggressive guy he didn't pay much attention to it at first. Then one day he saw you with his friend and, oh my god, you were literally scolding him for getting hurt. It was definitely worse than he thought.

The first time he came to you he had a similar if not lighter treatment, you muttered annoyed about how your companions weren't paying attention to what they were doing. Well, at least you didn't yell at him.

One time he saw you bandaging up Bubblegum and, he would say, you were literally crushing his arm. For once he felt lucky.

The second time was a quieter visit, you simply disinfected his wound and put a band-aid on him while humming under your breath. When you finished you said your goodbyes and you gave a smile. He didn't know why but he felt reassured by this gesture, maybe after all you could be kind. Then, you were the doctor, and you just wanted your companions to be well, even if you had your own ways of doing so. Well, maybe he was an exception.

Yet he doesn't pay much attention to the fact that he has a favourite, and perhaps it's for the best. If he found out, he might tell you to treat others the same way because, as he says, he doesn't like favoritism... even though he probably does it himself by giving you the plate with the biggest meal.

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tr!cpk my beloved

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As he sits at that table, leader only in (Aimsey's) spirit, it hits Seapeekay that no one pays attention to him.

And he does not mean it in a whiny way -- although, hey, Aimsey could leave him with a little less enthusiasm when Ros is near -- it is just factual.

People look at him, talk to him, then when the conversation is over he slips their mind like water.

Sneeg talks about wardens and curses and talks about his and Aimsey's strange connection.

People talk about power and they mention the Archmage, or the fantastical machines.

People talk about keepers and corruption and games and contracts. They say Krow and Pili and Bad and Ros.

They forget he killed the warden and has been hearing its calls ever since. They forget he has mastered the martial arts. They forget the Keepers gathered to restore his soul in broad daylight, that he has been told his time is not yet right.

No one has said it outloud yet, but he can hear them all thinking. There is no way he is indispensable to the Teal Titans. Aimsey only picked him because they were too humble, too selfless to pick themselves. He was a friendship pick.

To be fair to everyone though, it is pretty funny how they lament Aimsey and then jest how he is so lucky for being so unimportant. He jokes along, of course, but it is far from the truth:

He escaped oblivion purely because of Aimsey's destructive selflessness. Because to Aimsey he might actually be invaluable to the faction. Or not, but they would still rather die than condemn him, or anyone else.

Aimsey will come back anyway. He always does. And they will sit at yet another balcony and Aimsey will be spiralling and then he will crack a completely tonedeaf joke and Aimsey will punch him in the arm but inevitable snort and then they will go and do something stupid like imitate people in the worst ways until they are laughing so hard they can barely breathe.

Yeah. If not for Aimsey's heart, he would be... he would not be. Because while the faction would not stand without Aimsey, Aimsey would not stand without him. So when asked who was instrumental in a faction's existence, Aimsey convictedly and truthfully said his name.

No Aimsey without him, no him without Aimsey.

Two sides of the same coin, but people only ever look at heads.

Maybe he should do something about that. Not like, seperating him from Aimsey. He would not care. They would try and kill him personally.

No, he means flaunting his power a little. Blowing up Tubbo did not do a lot for him, being played mostly for jokes -- once again proving his point. So maybe someone people actually care about. But then again, it might not matter at all. Killing a warden in one-to-one combat seemed as big a powerplay one could make without going after certain people and that has not left a lasting impression at all.

Maybe he should kill Aimsey when they return. That would most certainly make some waves.

The thought makes him chuckle, but the table is to busy arguing to notice him. He is not harming Aimsey. Over everyone elses' dead bodies.

Anyway, one of these days he is killing someone, that much he does know. He will mull it over, the coming days.

And who knows, the opportunity might just present itself, because he has no doubt they are heading for a big storm.

He tunes back into the conversation at that table and considers telling them how he has heard the dragon's roar.

He does not.

There is great power at the edge of consciousness.

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Au! Hong Joshua x Fem reader

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃Sypnosis↝❝Joshua is known for his love of penis, pleasant surprise what he has been fantasizing about❞⋆ᡣ𐭩

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃↝Warning 18!↝Gay/Bisexual! Joshua + Straight! Fem Oc + Orientation doubt + World where most men are gay + Excluded women + College, adults + Semen fetish + Fetish to fill the uterus with semen + Pregnancy fetish + Fetish to fertilize the uterus + Mention of sexual videos + Mention of sex toys + Joshua is a whore + Mention of bullying + Teasing about breasts and intimacy + Sex in public + Unprotected sex + Sex in the bathroom + Joshua dom + Mild denigration + Mild humiliation + Nicknames (Bitch, slut, whore, bitch, bitch, female, animal in heat, dumb, insatiable, love) + It's Joshua's first time with a pussy and tits + Fem receives oral sex (Vagina and ass) + First time Fem's ass is tried + Fingering (Vagina and ass) + Squirt + "Angry" Joshua + Cums inside + A lot of semen + Exaggeration of filling and releasing semen + Mention of motel⋆ᡣ𐭩

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃Word's↝6.1k⋆ᡣ𐭩

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃Note↝1. Inspired by the world of "Zettai BL ni Naru Sekai vs Zettai BL ni Naritakunai Otoko"

2. This story is not intended to offend or bother homosexual people. Clearly, a person can know their orientation and never doubt it, just as it can be questioned through ideas, thoughts or fantasies.⋆ᡣ𐭩

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Being a girl in this world was... difficult, to say the least, in this strange world the couples that were normally seen were homosexuals, men with men everywhere you look, it had become accustomed to being something that people did not notice, since women in this world were not noticed, they were almost forgotten and very few were lucky enough to find a heterosexual man who wanted to be with them, unless they were lesbians, of course.

It was surprising the beauty of men compared to a woman, they tended to have a beauty that overshadowed women easily, so unless you have something strange about you; you were difficult to notice.

I had seen hundreds of love encounters, "love at first sight" as some would call it, a boy who ran into the bully and although he wanted to act tough, he was impressed by the beauty of the other man, also when one slipped and was grabbed by the other; immediate love, it seemed that the world was made for young men to fall in love with others.

She had nothing against it, they could be happy but when you had the role of a woman in this world it was common to get frustrated by loneliness, but she didn't complain; for now.

Today she had left her classes early but it seemed that the world didn't want to see her be happy at home, so a heavy rain started which made her sigh while she stayed inside the institution, leaning against the glass doors to watch the rain, she didn't have an umbrella and today in particular she didn't want to get wet, so she had to wait.

— Hey... —, A voice interrupted her thoughts, making her look away from the raindrops on the ground to look at the man who was talking to her; Jisoo, Hong Jisoo, or also known as "Joshua" — I know it's not perfect, but I tried to fix it as best as possible —, He added while raising his hands to show the model of the Chinese wall that she had made days before.

Right, the model. A few days ago she had been in one of the hallways of the Faculty of Medicine, she did not study medicine nor was she interested in it but there were times when she simply passed through those hallways to be able to meet Hong Jisoo, a man who had caught her attention for a few months and although he never came close, sometimes she liked to appreciate him for a few seconds to go to another class, although this made her take longer to get to the streets and she ended up getting scolded in the afternoon, sometimes she liked to take that path simply to see him against a locker; it was a small sacrifice to see him when he was alone.

She had done it like any other day, walking through the hallways of medicine for her next class that was at the other end of the faculty since she was in the teaching and History degree, in her arms she held a large cardboard that had fake vegetation on it and an imitation of the Great Wall of China for her "History of Ancient China" class, today she had an oral and she had to explain the Great Wall of China and its background history so she had made a model to earn points. He hadn't thought of any dangerous situation since the medical students only fought with the veterinary students.

Joshua was well known at the school, he was an attractive man who was studying to be a doctor, which made him more interesting although he was also known for his high homosexuality, there was not a day when Joshua was not with a different man, some said he liked being full of penises and others mentioned that he loved to fuck asses, regardless of their preference; he was gay like any other man in the world.

He had become well known because he had left the school for a few years due to personal problems, and last year he had returned to finish his doctorate, since then he was always with some man.

There was a video of Joshua hanging around the school, a sex video that he had sent to another classmate where he was riding a pink dildo and this classmate shared it, so it had marked a historic point in the school since everyone had seen that video; until her, but she had not stopped being attracted to him. Yes, she knew he was homosexual and unless he had a penis he would not attract her attention, but it would not hurt anyone to see him for just a few minutes.

She had continued on her way, until she finally reached locker "378", Joshua's locker and as always at this time; there he was, but this time he wasn't alone, there were two men next to him, one of these, the blond one grabbed the hips of the taller boy, whispering things to him that made Joshua roll his eyes and chuckle, while the green-dyed one was bolder and squeezed Hing's ass, earning himself a small slap. It was the first time she witnessed that since Joshua was always alone at this time.

The sight had made her stomach twist in discomfort, not because of the homosexual scene itself, but because it was Joshua who was in the middle, although she accepted that she didn't have a chance, it generated a certain discomfort that made her eyes rest on the trio more than they should, causing her gaze to be noticed eventually.

— What are you looking at? —, One of them spoke to her; The green-haired one, thus making Hong look where her partner was speaking, making her gaze quickly deviate elsewhere but it was too late.

She had never been noticed by Joshua and she cursed that the first time he looked at her was in that situation, the deer-like eyes looked at her while the other two men approached her.

— No, nothing... I just looked there, excuse me — She quickly apologized in an attempt to calm the offended men.

— Were you judging us? —, The blond spoke and she just shook her head quickly.

— No, not at all —, She insisted.

— Ah, I understand, you have a crush on us —, The green-haired one spoke again, laughing with amusement at that concept.

Yes, she had a crush on the taller man, not them.

— No... —, She could not explain herself when the other man spoke about her, interrupting.

— We don't like flabby tits and much less a hairy pussy —, The other followed him, saying this with an arrogant smile looking at the shorter one.

— Excuse me? Don't come talking to me about hairy things when you look like a fucking monkey —, She replied annoyed, the man looked like King Kong and came to accuse her of being hairy, which wouldn't be bad in the glass of her having hair — You should...

But she was quickly silenced, as the shoulder pushed her hard against the wall, generating a small moan of pain in her from the impact her back received while her fingers squeezed her model to not let her escape.

— Hey, leave her alone —, Joshua said, still leaning on the locker, his arms crossed as he looked at the two men who were his "lovers" as they called themselves, for him; simple replaceable sexual partners.

But Joshua's intervention was late, as before she could do anything, a slap from one of his shoulders caused her to drop her model and it fell hard to the ground, causing the mullara to break into small pieces that scattered across the floor, and she wanted to do something but the annoying laughter of those two men made her shrink in place while her cheeks turned red from embarrassment at the unnecessary humiliation.

Unfortunately for her, she wasn't a confrontational person, so she ended up running away from there, abandoning her model and her perfect grade in that hallway as she ran towards the history area where she felt safer.

A few days had passed since then, maybe three? But since that day she hadn't dared to go through the medical area, preferring to go straight to her classes and not run into those men again.

So now having Joshua in front of her made her look everywhere in search of one of those men, but there was no one; only him, who was holding his model of the Great Wall of China, she appreciated the effort but everything was badly glued and it would be embarrassing if a teacher saw it but she knew that the intention was what counted.

— Oh, you shouldn't have worried... I already failed the oral anyway —, She said with a small smile as she gently grabbed the model.

— Did you fail? —, Joshua asked, his eyebrows arching in a slight show of concern.

— Yes, but it's okay, I'll have to give it back in a few weeks —, She responded with a shake of her head, downplaying the matter.

At the time she had wanted to kill everyone but she had already faced her teacher's criticism and having to give explanations, so the situation was already forgotten.

— I apologize —, Joshua said and she shook her head.

— But you didn't do anything.

— For them then —, He added and the girl just nodded.

— Yes, it's okay —, With a nod, she accepted the apologies, she would never forgive them but in front of Hong, she would.

The awkward silence was present as she looked away towards the glass that reflected the outside; It was still raining, all this while the man's gaze was fixed on her, on her jaw, on her cheek, on her eyes, on the way she looked in profile.

— Your classes aren't over yet? —, Joshua broke the awkward silence as he looked at the girl.

— Yes, I'm waiting for the rain to stop —, She answered — Go easy, thank you very much for the gesture —, The woman added with a small smile.

— Where are you going? —, He asked — I can accompany you, I brought an umbrella —, He added while raising his hand where he had a black umbrella.

— To the public library but don't worry, seriously —, She refused, she honestly didn't want to have problems with some other man who was after Joshua.

— I insist, in compensation for your failure —, Hong said and she had no choice but to accept so she nodded.

Before she could react, the man had wrapped his arm around hers as he held the umbrella over their heads, keeping the rain from getting them wet as he began to walk in awkward silence. There was nothing awkward about the situation, really, just that she was too introverted to start a conversation or take this opportunity to get to know the man she had been enchanted by more.

Although she came up with thousands of ideas for a conversation, she just kept quiet as they walked, letting him lead the way.

— I’ve seen you around the medical halls quite a bit —, Joshua finally stated, looking at her for a few seconds before looking away.

— Ah, have you seen me? —, She asked in a tone that was taken as disinterest, although inside she felt her stomach twist at the mere mention of him seeing her, Jisoo noticed.

— There are few girls I see —, he replied with a slight shrug of his shoulders.

— Yes, I only go there when I need a few more minutes to clear my mind and be ready for the next class —, She finally answered with a small smile adorning her lips.

— Ah, okay —, He said.

The awkward silence arose again as they walked, next to them passed men holding hands with an umbrella to protect themselves from the rain, who sometimes gave her glances for the strange display of heterosexuality, she understood; the only heterosexuals she saw were her parents and not much else, so it should be a surprise to see a man and a woman like that.

She let out a sigh at the idea that those men thought she was a partner of someone like Joshua, not because she felt insecure or something, but because she wanted to be his partner.

— Do you have a boyfriend? —, Suddenly the man asked.

— Boyfriend? No... What's that about? —, She asked slightly raising her eyebrow in the process.

— It's been reported that you have a suitor from law school —, Hong said, lowering his head to look at her.

That made her purse her lips, yes, there was a law student who tended to give her things and leave them on her seat as if she didn't know who he was, even though he was a nice person, she would never go out with him.

— Ah, so even in medicine they know? —, She asked playfully, letting out a small laugh, gossip had always been easy to spread — But no, he's not my boyfriend.

— Why not? If that wealthy man wanted to win me over, I'd surely let him fuck my ass —, Joshua said, a funny expression

— Because even though there are few heterosexual men, I won't stay with someone I don't like just to be with someone —, She answered with a shrug of her shoulders, swallowing saliva to get rid of that uncomfortable knot in her stomach —, I can be fine alone.

— You're not a conformist, alright —, Hong said, nodding in approval — I was just surprised that a girl like you isn't with anyone.

— Like me? —, The woman asked, slightly raising her eyebrow to understand.

— You know, pretty; you're striking, different from other women who seem to be blurry, uninteresting —, He answered with a shrug of his shoulders in disinterest.

Those words, so few words made her heart burst, Hong Joshua, the man who was always surrounded by penises had said that she was striking, different, pretty, that made her cheeks redden with embarrassment and pleasure, he saw her when she was in the medical halls as much as she looked at him, making her smile as she looked at the man with shining eyes.

It felt too fake, as if she were in a dream but the light drops falling on her face assured her that it wasn't like that, that she was awake and living that moment.

— You're attractive too, you're appealing —, She said, the sweet tone she used almost like a flirt didn't go unnoticed by Joshua.

— Do you like me? —, Jisoo asked with a giggle, he was used to women confessing their love to him.

— Maybe a little —, She admitted without realizing it, making him bite his tongue at those words.

Joshua didn't say anything, he didn't say anything at all but he let out a low laugh that sounded charming to her ears, but his arm that was wrapped around hers moved, moving away from her grip to wrap around her shoulder, causing her to clench against the man's side. That simple act made her see clouds, her heart beat so hard as she let the feeling of being next to this handsome man envelop her.

The daydream didn't last long as her mind reminded her that this was Joshua Hong, the man who loved cocks, who had a video of him riding a dildo, who spent his time flirting with men, who told her a few minutes ago that he would let a wealthy man fuck him in the ass, who was always with a different man, a homosexual, not a heterosexual, which made her frown slightly.

— What is all this for? —, He finally asked, stopping his walk to face the man and that made him stop as well — I appreciate the kindness but men like you are seeking refuge in the arms of another man to protect them from the rain, not protecting a woman from the rain.

— I just find you interesting —, Joshua tried to explain but he sounded so vague that it was not easy to believe.

— Is this some kind of silly joke or a way to tease? Yeah, I admitted that I was attracted to you and all that shit, but, make fun of you? Really? —, He hated getting defensive so quickly but this situation was weird, it made his mind not understand what was happening.

— I want to fill you —, The man's words came out before he could register them, making him bite his lip.

Fill her? What did he mean by that? There were so many meanings but his mind only went to that perverted meaning.

— Fill me? Explain yourself —, She demanded while pointing at the man.

— My mind has been in various heterosexual fantasies for a while now —, Jisoo explained a little, feeling embarrassed to talk about those dirty thoughts he had in the early morning, but her look let him know he had to keep talking — You know, filling a uterus with my semen, I know it will be different from an ass... and since a few days ago when I saw you with your model, I haven't been able to get my semen inside you out of my mind.

The girl could only stay still, as if she had suddenly been given a blow so strong as to confuse her, Hong Jisoo, the man she was attracted to admitted to fantasizing about her, the simple mental image of Hong lying in his bed at dawn, sweaty forehead while his hand moved repeatedly over his member while moaning her name, while imagining her receiving all his semen made her feel a small twinge in her vagina. She was really hot.

— Look, I don't want to... —, Joshua tried to explain, to apologize but she cut him off mid-sentence.

— I want all your cum Jisoo —, She said as she came closer again, her jacket-covered breasts pressed against his chest. — I need you to fill my womb with your cum —, She added with a small smile.

— I don't think we can do it here —, He replied nervously, the approach, her heat was a blow to his lust and he didn't want to be hard in the middle of the afternoon, or rather; in the middle of the park.

— A public bathroom? —, She offered, looking towards the public bathrooms in the park.

Jisoo never liked those dirty places, he always preferred to pay for a good hotel room where they could do whatever they wanted but the idea of letting her go, of having to wait to arrange the day to be able to have her made his mind forget his disgust for those unhygienic places.

— Shit... Yes —, Joshua nodded at the depraved idea.

It wasn't long before the girl grabbed his arm and started pulling him towards that public bathroom area, and he simply let himself be guided while he watched the people look at them, at one point he would have felt ashamed of being seen with a woman in a very hetero situation, but now he only wanted that girl and he was going to enjoy it no matter what so he quickened his pace to match hers.

Jisoo couldn't remember the last time he had felt like an animal in heat that only wanted a female and couldn't have her because he was locked in a cage, but feeling it now was the eighth wonder.

Patience wore thin as the man pulled the girl now, opening the door to the men's room, briefly checking to make sure the disgusting spot was clear then closing the door and joining his lips with hers, he motioned forward, bending down to reach the woman's mouth as their lips met lustfully, as if they were made to be together or devour each other in public restrooms.

— Lock it—, The girl indicated in the middle of the kiss.

Joshua obeyed, his own back hitting the door as he reached out to lock the door, by that time the girl had knelt on the floor, her big eyes shining with lust as her hands ran up Joshua's thighs to those tight jeans, wanting to unbutton them and be able to taste that cock she so desired.

— No, no —, He quickly shook his head, stopping her naughty hands — I want time with your pussy, another time you'll have my cock —, He added while grabbing her hands so he could lift her off the floor.

The woman didn't even have time to react when Joshua grabbed her hips and lifted her up to the sink, his kisses met her lips while his hands wandered over her body, outlining the curves hidden by the loose clothing she was wearing. The man's kisses were urgent, almost desperate as his tongue came out to play with hers, Hong's mouth catching her tongue to suck on it while looking directly into her eyes, that simple eye contact made her let out a low moan and she could feel that she was just going to cum from his burning gaze.

Joshua's saliva wet kisses trailed down her chin to lick along her jaw line, leaving a trail of saliva until he finally turned his attention to her neck, leaving licks down the long length of her neck, teasing the sensitive skin as he tasted the salty taste of her skin which made him practically purr, it didn't last long before his teeth joined in on the fun, beginning to catch and suck on the skin, gently digging his teeth into the skin so he could leave red marks on the girl so that when she looked in the mirror she would know who had fucked her so good; Hong Joshua.

— I want you to see those marks when you masturbate thinking about me and remember this, okay? — Joshua said, briefly looking at the girl as he continued his kisses down her neck but not receiving a response, he squeezed her sensitive skin harder than necessary making her moan.

— Yes, yes —, she foolishly nodded, her head quickly moving in acceptance for the man to see.

That made Joshua smile delighted by his girl's quick obedience, making his hands rush to take off her jacket, and he had to sigh when he saw that there was still a jacket and a t-shirt that hid her body.

— How many clothes are you wearing? — He complained falsely, he didn't really care since it was opening a gift in layers.

— It's cold —, she answered obviously, she preferred to cover herself from the cold than to look warm.

Still, Joshua continued to open his gift, taking off her jacket to throw it on the bathroom floor, letting it get stained with the urine on the floor while he took out his shirt, which he also carelessly threw away until finally his gift was left naked, which made the man's hungry gaze stare at her, she almost wanted to open her mouth in surprise at the attractive body that was hidden under all those baggy and annoying clothes, shit, she should wear those little dresses to show off her body instead of those big clothes. It would make him want to fill her up always.

— Look at those tits —, he murmured with a smile, his big hands encompassing both of the girl's breasts and squeezing them. — They're a wet dream

Joshua's hungry mouth opened as his hands grabbed both of her tits and brought them together so he could taste both of her nipples at once, sucking and licking them like a kitten hungry for milk, his tongue running over the round bud, enjoying the sounds of pleasure her mouth made upon receiving his attentions but with a disdainful movement he let go of her breasts, focusing better on pulling down her pants and panties so he could see the girl's vagina; he had never seen one up close and the sight didn't bother him.

— Look at this pussy... So nice and tight —, Jisoo said delighted by the sight.

— Joshua —, She moaned, making the man nod; he had to get to work.

Finally, Joshua buried himself in her legs, his head buried deep in the girl's legs as he began to lick and suck her vagina, his long tongue allowing him to lick from her bud to her hole, savoring the girl's rich flavor as he wet her, until his tongue focused on her clit, giving slow, long licks over the bud that was beginning to turn red and plump from his attentions, so he set about penetrating her hole with his tongue, going in and out of that lovely hole as he listened to her moans.

He pulled away from her privacy, wanting to see her vagina as his finger teased her poor clit, watching as the tempting hole closed into nothingness; she needed a cock so badly.

— You squirt so easily, like an animal in heat — Joshua said, appreciating the already wet hole for a few seconds.

The girl moaned quietly but her sudden embarrassment was erased by the man's attentions on her vagina again, licking her again while paying no attention to Joshua's shifting attention, he stretched his tongue further, until it touched her tight anus and without hesitation, he gently jabbed her tight hole causing everything to go out of control.

— Jisoo! —, She let out a high-pitched moan that he had to silence with his hand while he saw the girl's glassy eyes.

She almost broke his head with her thighs as she wanted to close her legs for the touch on her tight anus, making him move his head a little, move away a little from her most private parts to leave a small bite on her thigh for him to open her legs, and like the obedient slut she was; she opened her legs again for him and only for him.

— What? Have you never had your ass eaten? —, He asked as his fingers continued to move in her vaginal cavity, curling over and over to hit that sweet spot in her repeatedly.

— N-No —, She denied, writhing against the wall as he hit that nerve point in her.

— How come you didn't eat that little ass? It's made for a mouth like mine —, Jisoo said with a big smile.

Joshua wasn't disgusted to taste jealousy and much less one as clean as hers seemed, so his tongue continued to tease her tight anus, surrounding it with his tongue as he entered her hole, his tongue being squeezed and trying to be expelled, but he refused to leave as his tongue entered and left the woman's anus, his other hand went up to put two fingers in her needy pussy, curling them so he could hit her sweet spot.

She didn't even know when he also had fingers in her ass, the double penetration made her hole practically cry with pleasure.

— Oh look how wet you are, that little ass needed attention —, Joshua said as he leaned down to lick her nipple like a hungry kitten.

The stimulation was too much, the skilled fingers of Joshua's right hand made her vaginal hole dilate, feeling it hit her sweet spot over and over again while the fingers in her ass of his not so skilled left hand, rotated inside her cum, making her let out moans when he opened his fingers as if they were scissors until a simple kiss on her clitoris from the man caused her orgasm, her back arched in pleasure as she let everything flow, letting her pussy suffer a squirt that went directly to the man's face, practically wetting it with her fluids as she moaned in delight.

— You soaked my face bitch —, The man complained with false annoyance as he got out of the comfort of her legs.

— Sorry —, She apologized but only received a big spank on her ass that made her moan from the burning.

— Sorry?, lick the flow that you left me... Now —, He ordered, leaning over her so that he has access to her face.

The woman didn't wait as her tongue came out of her mouth to start licking the wet areas on Jisoo's face, her tongue ran over the man's cheeks, feeling her own taste as she cleaned the man's face until her tongue ran over his lips, being received by his teeth that caught her tongue and thus stamped on another hungry kiss, Joshua's hardened bulge colliding against her dripping vagina, making her rub against her pussy in an attempt to soothe the pain between her legs. His cock hurt so much.

— Jisoo —, She spoke, making the man separate from her tempting lips.

— Yes? —, He answered while his eyes were fixed on her.

— I want... —, She didn't want to finish the embarrassing sentence, she wanted that cock inside her but she still kept some dignity.

— What do you want? Don't act shy after practically "peeing" on me like a bitch —, Joshua said but then laughed amused —, Were you marking territory? Like a bitch with her male? —, He provoked in a murmur.

— N-No —, She blacked her reddened cheeks.

— Don't lie, you want me away from those men who have had thousands of opportunities with me, I've seen how you looked that day; so jealous, you wanted to be the one to whisper in my ear and touch my ass, right? No love? —, Joshua insisted as he began to undress in front of the embarrassed girl.

— Y-Yes, I did want to —, She accepted.

— What did you want? — He insists, he's not going to let this topic go easy until he hears what his whore had to say to him.

— I wanted to be the hole that Jisoo's cock destroyed —, She admitted while the man chuckled.

— Uhm, really? Well, you'll be the first pussy that my cock destroys... lucky one —, The man said while he roughly pulled one of her nipples, earning a loud moan from her; she was so sensitive.

Jisoo got back between her legs, one of his hands forced her to open her legs wide for him, so he could have a perfect image of his hardened penis that rubbed against her pretty pussy while his other hand rested on the sink to maintain the position. His concentration wavered when he felt the girl's hands run over his formed chest, seeing the girl's hungry eyes as she looked at him, making his penis almost vibrate with excitement.

— You're insatiable, aren't you? I should have let you suck my cock if only you wouldn't throw yourself at me with your filthy hands —, He said amused, letting out sighs at the feeling of her hands on his strong torso.

He let her play with him until he got tired, his penis had no struggle in entering that cute hole, the dripping hole gave way, making Jisoo feel for the first time the glory of a vagina, which made him throw his head back while those walls squeezed him so much that he felt like they were going to cut off the circulation of his penis.

— God... —, Joshua gasped, his gaze going up as he felt those walls squeeze him, as if they were begging him to get deeper into her — Shit... I don't know how I've never tried a pussy before.

He didn't need more to start his thrusts, Joshua was so rough, so hard that he made the girl lean against the glass of the sink, her poor figure moving with each thrust he gave her, one harder than the other as his penis hit against her, Jisoo's thickness was enough to stretch a girl like her, she could think she was a virgin but the way she drooled at the sensation showed that she hadn't received good fucking until now.

— Do you like it? Do you feel it? ... You're disgusting, fantasizing about a gay ... I should have broken your ass instead —, Between grunts he said, thrusting hard into her poor vaginal cavity.

She could only moan pitifully, her hand reaching out to grab onto the man's shoulder but falling short, making Joshua snap at his uselessness; give her a good fuck and you're both dumb, still, he grabbed her hand and placed it on his shoulder so he could continue ramming into her, his thrusts making his cock mark across her stomach, making him let out a low moan as the sexual image was too much, leading to a glorious orgasm where he rammed hard into her, hitting her sweet spot and causing her to orgasm as she felt the hot semen lodge itself in her cavity, and soon in her egg.

— Shit... —, He muttered as he stopped, watching his cock throb in her orgasm.

He stood still, staring at the image of the woman in front of him, once so well groomed, now against a public bathroom mirror, her nipples reddened and a face only a slut would have, causing him to chuckle as he moved inside her again, causing her eyes that had been closed to open at the new movement in her vaginal cavity, watching Jisoo once again ram her sensitive hole for her pleasure.

—Jisoo! —, She moaned as the pleasure returned, causing her tongue to pop out of her mouth at the sensation.

—Hold on, didn't you want my cum? Well, I'll give you two servings so you don't forget me —, He said mockingly as his thrusts hit that sweet spot.

He was overstimulated, she was overstimulated so the sensitivity of her parts made Joshua's hand stay on her mouth while he bit his own lips so as not to alert anyone, the wet sounds became faster, more needy as he searched for more of her, he could feel the semen from his previous orgasm falling from her well stretched pussy but he didn't care as he kept thrusting, causing her eyes to become shiny.

— I'm going to get you pregnant, do you want that? I'm sure you do, you want to have all my children just to be with me, don't you silly? —, Joshua asked provocatively, his finger teasing her poor clit for a few moments making her moan.

— Yes, I do want all your children Jisoo —, She said, nodding quickly, the idea making her moan.

— Beg.

— Please Ji, make all your cum lodge in my womb —, The woman begged, her voice sounding pathetic as she begged for some cum.

Joshua was not a very strong man, those words made him need to cum back in that pretty pussy, releasing a large amount of cum as he slowly stopped his rough thrusts, stopping until he was just still inside her, deep inside her until he suddenly pulled out, allowing the cum to start coming out in small strings from her vagina, wetting the sink and causing him to put two of his fingers in her vagina, opening her vaginal lips to see the cum show she had promised him.

— Shit, you're dirty —, Joshua said, his fingers keeping her vaginal lips open for — Take more out —, He ordered.

— I don't know how to get cum out of my pussy, it just comes out —, She explained herself but the explanation was not to Joshua's liking.

With force, Jishua's hand rested on her stomach to press down, forcing her cute little pussy to release all of his semen, being able to see how her little hole began to release more semen, the liquid falling down her vagina to fall directly to the floor and that sight was enough to make him hard again; he needed her, one, two, a thousand times until he was satisfied to fill her.

So he hurried to get dressed, putting on all his clothes badly and messily but when his cock spoke, he only had to obey while he began to grab her clothes too.

— Let's go to a motel, I really need to get you pregnant —, Jisoo said while he put the girl's head through the shirt to help her put on her clothes.

As long as it's him, she would accept whatever he gave her