#god troubles me Netflix

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Making content for this fandom because nobody talks about it and that’s a crime

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God I fuckin love this show

fuck dude i love god troubles me so much because all the characters are fucking losers. none of them are cool. none. protagonist, chosen one, child of a god and monster? she's literally a one in a million failure. cringefail girloser. she's poor, she's lazy, she's an icon. threw a guy into the stratosphere twice and then cried in a haunted house. the pretty, powerful looking immortal? moron. malewife. pathetic with his cunty little outfit. never had a full thought in his life. he's a phone btw. the aloof, standoffish "cool guy", strongest in the Monster realm? he only cares about video games and cat food (he's a cat). idiot. prefers to remain as a cat 90% of the time so he doesn't have to do things. can't cook. they're all insane. nearly defeated by 3 bugs and a rat. whatever

[ryan-waddell11]

this scene altered my brain chemistry

[omri-kilah]

[seaslothart]

“Don’t forget to like and subscribe”

I considered adding Tian in the background, but I may do it later or make more of them in the future

I have a few more things in mind from the show I want to make

[thesparkthatlightsthemoe]

I started watching “God Troubles Me” because I’ve heard it’s funny. So far it doesn’t disappoint XD.

[tvheadfalls]

just watched the owl house finale. <- is handling it

[jflemings]

— busted

pairing: jessie fleming x arsenal!reader {piper’s world}

synopsis: sam offers to babysit piper while you go out on a date and decides to drag niamh along. piper accidentally spills the beans on you and jessie’s budding relationship

warnings: none!

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“y/n!” sam calls as her and niamh enter your apartment. she takes off her shoes and gestures for her teammate to do the same before the sound of small feet pitter-pattering draws her attention.

piper is going as fast as her little legs can carry her, her arms outstretched as she runs towards sam. she’s grinning big and giggles loudly when sam bends down and picks her up, tossing her in the air slightly.

“sammy!” her boisterous giggles bounce off the walls.

“pippa!” sam echoes back

the striker holds piper close to her and points to niamh “you remember niamh, don’t you?”

piper nods and waves “hi niamh”

the defender softly says hi back just as you stick your head around the corner “oh my god thank you so much for doing this” you thanks as you lean down to zip up your left boot “i’m sorry it’s so last minute, i’ll get you both something to make up for it”

“don’t worry about it” sam waves off “i’d do anything to spend time with piper, and niamh here was just sitting at home” you says jerking her thumb behind her.

you pat yourself down and check your purse to make sure you’ve got everything before running a finger under your eye “i shouldn’t be back too late” you assure the duo.

sam nods “tell me again about this date”

you roll your eyes “there’s not much to tell. we met through a mutual friend and hit it off”

“and when can i meet this mystery woman?” she cocks her brow

you pause and bite your lip before shrugging “i’ll let you know”

sam rolls her eyes as you redirect your attention to niamh, smiling briefly “there’s left over pasta in the fridge but i’ve also left money on the counter if you wanna order in, she’s been fed and bathed, bed time is eight thirty, and if she wants a snack there’s a variety in the cupboard” you tell the two chelsea players as you grab your coat “and do not let her bully you into allowing her to stay up late” you point at the both of them.

niamh’s hands go up in surrender “got it. food in fridge, bed at half past eight, snacks in the cupboard, don’t let her bully us” she lists off, earning a nod of approval from you.

“you’re a natural” you playfully wink at her before kissing piper’s head “be good for sammy and niamh. i don’t want any trouble” you say pointedly

piper nods her head “you be good too, mummy” she says as she lays her head on sam’s shoulder.

you usher the two women further into your apartment as you check your phone, your eyes widening at the realisation that you’re going to be late. you blow your daughter a kiss and wave the three of them goodbye, closing the door and leaving them to their own devices.

“have fun on your daaaaate!” sam calls out as you shut the door, smiling smugly to herself.

over her shoulder, niamh and piper share a look “you wan’a colour?”

two hours later sam is sitting on the floor of your lounge room with multicoloured clips in her hair. piper holds onto her shoulder as she focuses on finding a place for a sparkly butterfly clip.

she clips it in the front of sam’s hair and then holds out her small hand “‘nother please niamh” she says politely.

“of course” the defender says whilst trying to hold in her giggles “another butterfly?”

piper stops to think for a minute “yes please”

sam flicks through the kids section on netflix patiently “what do ya wanna watch, kiddo?”

“turtles please” piper answers as niamh hands her a blue butterfly clips “blue for cheelseaaa” she drags out as she carefully placed the clip in sam’s hair.

sam finds the animated ninja turtle show piper’s talking about and smirks “blue for chelsea because we play for chelsea?”

“no” she says matter-a-factually “blue for chelsea because jessie plays for chelsea”

niamh stills for a moment “you know jessie?”

sam nods her head “i introduced them a—”

“of course i know jessie” piper interrupts dramatically “jessie has sleepovers!”

the two women pause and share a look. niamh raises her brows as sam shrugs her shoulders, the two of them having a wordless conversation.

piper, being none the wiser to it, continues “and colours with me and plays with me” she goes on, holding out her hand again.

niamh’s on auto pilot as she hands the toddler another clip, her unblinking expression identical to sam’s.

“all done!” piper cheers as she claps her hands, holding up a hand held mirror to sam so she can look at her hair. sam takes the mirror and nods her head before turning to piper.

“do you see jessie all the time or just sometimes?”

“all the time” piper nods “mummy and jessie go out sometimes so i get to go to stephy”

niamh’s eyes go wide “and mummy and jessie… are they—”

“mummy and jessie are bestest friends” piper giggles as she situates herself in sam’s lap “they say so all the time”

the two chelsea players share another confused look but don’t push it any further with the toddler, choosing to sit back and watch the show she’d chosen instead.

despite the colourful animation on the screen in front of her, sam’s mind was going a million miles a minute. she loved jessie dearly but she knew what you went through when you got pregnant with piper. the internal conflict that plagued your pregnancy had taken a toll on you, as did the fact that your ex wanted nothing to do with you or your sweet little girl, and sam didn’t want a repeat of that happening. hell would freeze over before she watched you get treated like that again.

it only took thirty minutes for piper to be sprawled out in sam’s lap, her little limbs poking sam’s body awkwardly. the striker brushed some hair out of her face before standing carefully, adjusting her grip so that piped was situated comfortably on her chest.

she walks down the hall to piper’s room and tucks her in before turning on her little fairy lights. she stands in the doorway for a minute to ensure that she hadn’t woken the child up before cracking the door and walking back out to the living room.

“did you know—”

“no” sam replies as she sits on the couch next to niamh “i had no clue”

the defender kisses her teeth “are you worried?”

sam pauses for a moment, scrubbing her hand over her face before releasing a sigh “no” she says, dropping her arm on the armrest “not for the reasons you might think, anyway”

niamh nods and fidgets with the remote, the animated teenage mutant ninja turtles show still playing in the background. “so… the issue isn’t jessie?”

“no, god no. well—” sam shakes her head “no” she says firmly before looking to niamh.

niamh smirks “so you won’t be mad at me if i call jessie right now?”

“to do what?” sam asks puzzled.

you and jessie walk with your arms linked, the both of you bundled up and huddled into eachother as you walk to her car. you shake your head and laugh as jessie tells you a story from her ucla days.

“you left her on the front lawn?” you laugh

jessie throws her head back “no!” she exclaims “she told me she was getting her own way back to our dorm so i left early. it was only when i woke up the next morning and she wasn’t there that i ran back to the frat house”

“teagan gets pretty wild” you muse “i can’t believe she got you to go to a frat party”

the canadian groans “more than once, and i ended up leaving early almost everytime”

“almost?”

jessie blushes wildly and looks away from you briefly, clearly recalling a memory she doesn’t want to think about “yes” she says quietly.

you duck your head slightly “jeeesssieee” you draw out teasingly, nudging your shoulders together.

she’s about to answer you when her phone buzzes in her pocket. she stops the two of you and pulls her phone out, frowning when she sees niamh’s name on her screen. the two of you look at eachother and shrug before she answers “hello?”

“jessie!” you hear niamh yell down the other line “how’s your night going? what are you up to?”

jessie’s eyebrows furrow in suspicion “it’s fine, not much going on. why? what are you doing?”

“sam and i are babysitting” she answers, allowing jessie to hear the smile in her voice.

the midfielder’s face drops ever so slightly and she looks at you intensely. you feel your stomach fall and you can’t help but grip jessie’s arm tighter.

“real cute kid, very polite” the defender trails off “how’s y/n?”

all the colour drains from jessie’s face and her eyes go wide. you can see the panic across her face and you wave your free hand about trying to get her to try to explain whatever niamh was telling her.

it’s like jessie’s brain has completely disconnected from her mouth “who’s y/n?”

you drop jessie’s arm and cover your face with both hands as she grimaces. the canadian bites one of her knuckles as niamh goes silent on the other end of the phone and she wonders if she can just hang up now.

“jessie” a thick australian accent says “put y/n on the phone please”

“okay” jessie says quietly before holding out the phone “it’s for you”

you purse your lips and take the phone off her “niamh”

“nope”

you screw your eyes shut “hey sammy, how’s piper?” you ask as cheerily as you can “did she get to bed okay?”

“fell asleep in my lap whilst watching ninja turtles” she answers “how’s your date going?”

“good” you answer whilst nodding “i’ll, uhm, be home soon”

“perfect!” she perks up “tell jessie to come up with you when she drops you off”

you look at jessie who’s biting her nails nervously and watching you like a hawk, looking for any sign that sam’s unhappy with the two of you. you suddenly feel like you’re back in highschool getting scolded by your mother for ending up drunk on your high school’s oval instead of sleeping at your friend’s house like you told her. you frown and pull jessie’s hand away from her mouth before holding it in your own.

“okay” you sigh deeply before hanging up and handing jessie’s phone back to her.

she pockets it and squeezes your hand “is it bad?” she asks nervously.

you squint “i’m not sure” you say huddling into her again “but it’s just sam, so, probably not”

[buildingmycottage]

I saw a post here on Tumblr once that went something like "in a world where god, Jesus, and the apostles are all men, that has to do something psychologically to women" and it made me think: The Netflix version of the show "She-Ra Princess of Power" is a show that is HEAVILY women centric. We know maybe three guys in power, King Micah (who, after his return from Beast Island, wasn't *really* in power), the head sorcerer in Mystacor, Hordak/Horde Prime. (please do correct me if I am wrong) The show, albeit about princesses, has the princesses have actual roles. Even the ones that are "weak" or perceived to be weaker than the others (read: Perfuma), are extremely powerful.

The two men whom we consistently meet in the show other than Hordak, Bow and Seahawk, are not the "macho man" in most shows. Seahawk sings an entire shanty as to how lonely he is and how he just wants to be friends with Mermista, and Bow cries and even hugs frequently all the other characters in the show. Both talk about their emotions and work through them in /relatively/ healthy ways (the Dragon's Daughters 1-3 will be sorely missed). My point being, is that the women in the show are shown as strong, beautiful, muscular, fierce, sad, frustrated, loving, traumatized, hurt, laughing, and more. They all have different body shapes/ types of bodies. There are three openly gay couples: Bow's dads, Spinerella and Netossa, and Catra and Adora. Incredible! In a kids show (and adults too lets be real) there are three openly gay couples. No one treats them any different. Bow is one of 13 kids of George and Lance. No one bats an eye. In fact, according to She-Ra Wiki page (https://she-raandtheprincessesofpower.fandom.com/wiki/LGBTQIAP%2B), so many characters are queer. Besides the ones listed above: - Scorpia and Perfuma are romantically involved - Bow is Bisexual - Glimmer is Bisexual - Mermista is Bisexual - Seahawk is Bisexual (dated Falcon) - Falcon is Gay - Lonnie is Poly and Bisexual (dating Rogelio and Kyle) - by extension Rogelio and Kyle are queer - Entrapta is bi - Jewelstar is trans - Peekablue is gender non-conforming - Double Trouble is nonbinary and there is MORE In the show, as there are a ton of non humans, almost any time we meet someone, she/her pronouns are used (see episodes when Best Friend Squad are in the crimson waste). Can't you see how amazing this is? A show where there are no one-dimensional characters, women are constantly having intelligent conversation with one another, women are leaders, women working together, openly queer characters, and a beautiful plot line where there's magic???? When the princesses work together, they turn into the colors of the rainbow and their powers are enhanced. Little girls are getting to see themselves as normal. Women aren't treated as secondary citizens. Hell, almost every Bright Moon guard we see is female. How would the world be different if shows like this were the norm? Where women are able to be magical, and they aren't dressed to show off their bodies? Where women's armor actually protects them? Where they grunt and are sweating after they fight? Where womens' love wins? Why can't this be normal? (Happy Pride!)

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Another.

[chaconnehoonie]

Obsession-(follow up) L.HS

✶ Heeseung X Fem! Reader

->This is a follow up to the first part, but you may read it alone if you please, reading the first part is just recommended to get the full story.

Synopsis- Your relationship with Heeseung proves that sometimes you’re forced to make commitments and sacrifices for those you love.

WC: 3.4k

Warnings: toxic relationship, cursing, insecurity, derogatory terms, smut, angst

Smut warnings: dub-con(?), oral(m) somnophilia, kissing, unprotected sex, spanking, rough sex, orgasm denial

A/N: I know I posted the first part to this a while ago but I felt so disappointed with it that I wanted to write something to follow up with. I’m also terrible with my writing schedule so hopefully this will get me back in the game, enjoy!

This is fiction and the scenarios are completely fake and from my brain, none of the characters are like this in real life, MDNI!

Heeseung was trying to be a good boyfriend. Sure, there are moments where he frustrates you or makes you question your relationship. But relationships are all about making commitments, right?

You’re committed to Heeseung- of course you’ll do whatever it takes to be with him. You’ll put up with his mood swings or his trust issues, accepting that he may just be a naturally jealous person.

He makes it hard, though, as he’s too jealous sometimes. He always has trouble believing you only have eyes for him, whether it’s when a stranger is checking you out at a party or you’re being too close for his liking with your best friends—who just so happen to be guys.

God, you love your friends, but it’s clear that Heeseung doesn’t. You don’t expect him to, of course, however you expect him to accept your close bonds with all three of them. They were existent in your life before him, after all.

You can’t bring this up around him though, as he gets quiet each time, stuck in his thoughts and fears of you leaving him. Being the understanding girlfriend you are, you decided to show him just how special he is to you.

✶.

Heeseung sits alone on the couch in your living room, mindlessly scrolling through Netflix in search for new movies or series to start. Since the beginning of your relationship, you both decided on having movie nights every Friday; cuddling up on the couch together with a warm blanket and a plethora of snacks.

You haven’t come home yet, sending him a quick message to let him know you’d be stopping by a grocery store for snacks, then you’ll speed home to see him.

He sits there and waits, grabbing a bag of chips to munch on, watches trailers for new horror movies with stupid plots and terrible actors, then waits some more.

What’s taking you so long? It’s not like you would stand him up, it’s not like you can stand him up—he’s in your house, anyways. Maybe the checkout line is taking too long. Maybe you stopped to buy some alcohol too, or what if that’s what you were planning but forgot your ID in the car?

What if he’s actually going the wrong rout and you had gotten into an accident? Or decided you didn’t like him anymore and wanted to sneak off with someone else before seeing him tonight- “Baby?”

Heeseung jumps at the sound of your voice, quickly turning around to see you shutting the front door, hanging your keys and slipping off your shoes. He had been so caught up in his thoughts, he didn’t even hear the front door opening.

Your face holds a concerned look, rounding the couch and placing your bags next to Heeseung before dropping to your knees in front of him. “You okay? What happened?” Your hands gently caressed his knees in hopes to comfort him, knowing he’s a sucker for physical touch.

He only shakes his head and pulls you to sit next to him. “Nothing, pretty. I just really missed you.” His voice sounds unsure, but you decided to accept his answer, knowing he hates being pushed to open up.

“I missed you too, cutie. I actually bought something I want to show you.” You peck his nose and his eyes light up in excitement. “I need to go prepare it in my room, but I’ll be back out before you know it.” You smile at him and he nods quickly. “I have to use the bathroom anyways. Perfect timing, I guess.”

You place a soft kiss on his upper lip before grabbing one of your bags and rushing upstairs while Heeseung makes his way to the bathroom. He takes a long look at himself, analyzing his features and taking note of how much better he’s been looking since he’s gotten with you. He’s taken care of himself more, focusing on eating healthier and getting haircuts more often, as well as doing some skincare and shaving his facial hair.

He really feels better with you, smiling to himself in the mirror when he realizes that he’s truly in love with you. He loves you—and he hopes you feel the same way.

After flushing the toilet and leaving the tap running for a minute, Heeseung makes his way out of the bathroom, pausing when he sees you wrapped up in your blanket, waiting for him on the couch.

Walking up hesitantly, he smiles anxiously at you. “What did you wanna-“ he’s cut off when you throw the blanket off of yourself, sat prettily with the most delicate lingerie adorning your body.

Black lace cups your breasts with thin straps hardly covering your shoulders, matching black lace panties sitting high and tight on your hips as the fat of your hips and butt jut out around the material.

Heeseung stands in front of you stiffly, mouth hung open and eyes locked on your figure. Siting up, you reach a hand towards his face and place it under his chin, gently forcing his jaw shut.

“Do you like it?” Your voice is soft and sultry, provoking him to finally touch you. He strokes your head, feeling your soft hair under his fingertips. He’s so in love with you— just that touch sends blood straight to the weight between his legs and he’s suddenly too weak to stand.

Sitting on the couch, he pulls you onto his lap without breaking eye contact. “I’ll take that as a yes.” You giggle and cup his cheek, pulling him into a kiss that only lasts a second as he’s murmuring against your lips. “Yes- fuck, yes.”

You gasp when he pinches one of your nipples through your thin lacy bra. Pushing his tongue into your mouth, he plays with your own in a mess of drool and moans, all while rocking your hips against his.

He pulls away to moan loudly, resting his head on the back of the couch. “I’m glad you like it.” You kiss his neck, licking his jaw slowly before sucking a mark into his skin.

“The boys helped me pick it out.”

His eyes shoot open at this, quickly sitting up and looking you in the eyes. “The boys?” He furrows his brows, confused, but also hurt. You let the boys-Jake, Jay, and Sunghoon, not only see you in lingerie but pick it out? For your boyfriend to see later on?

“What do you mean they helped you pick it out? Like you went to the store together and let them chose it? They seen you in it?” He sounds like he’s going to cry, voice cracking but there’s also a hint of anger.

You nod, eyes wide and worried. “Well, yes. I asked for their opinions because they’re also guys, you know? I thought that’d be the best way to figure out what you’d like…” you trail off as you take note of the irritation appearing on his face.

He finds no point in complaining, no reason to explain why he’s so hurt. Instead, he pushes you off of his lap rather harshly and you land on the soft cushions with a quiet ‘oof’. Of course he didn’t mean to be so aggressive, but with the way he stomps to the front door and angrily grabs his keys, slamming the door shut as he leaves, you can’t help but tear up at his angry demeanor.

Was he really that upset? Over your friends helping pick out a gift, for him? Sure, maybe you didn’t have to wear the lingerie while showing them but Heeseung should know by now that your relationship with your friends is nothing more than platonic.

Deciding you’re too heart broken after being left so alone and exposed, you head to bed early. Well, not exactly early if 11pm was anything to go by, definitely too late for Heeseung to randomly leave and expect you not to worry, but early enough for you to sleep off the mental pain and end up in a better mood in the morning.

✶.

You wake up as an odd weight hits your cheek, repeatedly tapping on your face as you feel the warmth radiating onto your skin. Your eyes open slowly, blinking a few times to fully wake yourself up.

It’s still dark, but you can make out the silhouette of someone standing uncomfortably close to you. Taking in a sharp breath, you turn to your alarm clock and note that it’s around 2am, quickly reaching to turn on the bedside lamp.

The light flickers on and Heeseung groans, quickly reaching his own hand to switch it back off. While he does that, you notice the way he’s fully clothed, save for his hard-on that’s currently face-to-face with you, peeking out from above his sweatpants.

“What-“ you’re cut off as he places a finger upon your lips, slipping it between them and into your mouth to tug your jaw open. You can’t tell what he’s doing with the lights off, but you don’t wonder for long as you suddenly feel his tip entering your mouth, sliding against your tongue.

You’re stiff, laying there in shock as he uses your mouth for his own pleasure, biting his lip with a groan. Heeseung has grown to be more comfortable around you, no longer trying to impress you in order to get you to like him, yet instead trying to impress you to get you to keep liking him—always outdoing himself to prove he’s worth your love.

However, he’s still shy at times, especially intimate times, so seeing him fully take control of you, take advantage of your sleeping figure, is new to you. It’s kind of arousing, but after what happened earlier you just can’t get yourself to enjoy it.

Especially with the way he grips the back of your head and shoves himself fully into your throat, holding you there until you gag and drool onto the ground. The position is awkward; he’s standing in front of you while you’re laying on your side, head hovering off the bed just enough to miss the sheets as your spit strings onto the wooden floor.

He lets out a deep moan, mumbling to himself about how wet and warm your mouth is, but not directly speaking to you. How could he speak to you after what you pulled earlier? Why would you deserve praise for going out and prancing around like that with your friends, basically slutting yourself out for them?

What you do deserve is the harsh thrusts of his hips as he fucks your mouth, pulling your hair harshly as he keeps your head in place while his cock suffocates you. You try to breathe through your nose, but you only choke and whine around him as tears blur your vision, not like you can see much in the dark, anyways.

He groans louder, thrusts harder, grips harder, all while you lay there and take it. He lets out a particularly loud moan as he pulls your head towards him, shoving your face far enough to touch your nose to his pubic bone, and then he’s cumming down your throat.

His hips are still as he twirls strands of your hair between his fingers, holding you in place as his release fills your mouth.

Finally pulling out, he breathes heavily before stuffing himself back into his sweats. He makes his way to the bathroom, situating himself before coming back to bed and wrapping an arm around you, pulling you close enough to be his little spoon. It confuses you, but you’d rather have this than have him stay angry at you.

“Thank you, pretty.”

✶.

The next day goes by smoothly, Heeseung acts completely normal when he goes to work for a couple hours, then coming home as you prepare lunch.

You’re glad he has work early enough for him to be done by the afternoon, but sometimes you wish he could stay in bed with you just a little longer than leaving at 5am, but at least he gets to come back at 1pm and spend the rest of the day how he pleases. You quickly learn though, that today he decides to use the day as he pleases by pleasing himself.

As you put ramen to boil and chop vegetables, humming a random song to yourself, you hear the front door shut. It doesn’t slam, so you know Heeseung isn’t angry, at least not enough to show it.

He walks up behind you, grabbing onto your waist and you smile, turning around for a kiss. He grips your chin, turning your face back to the counter and speaks lowly in your ear. “Keep chopping.” His voice is stern and you know he’s serious.

You hesitantly pick up the knife again, slowly cutting the vegetables as he pulls down your pants, panties going along with them, leaving you bare and exposed for him. It was only last night he was using you for himself, maybe he’s repaying the favor?

That idea is quickly shut down as you feel his tip prodding at your not very wet entrance, wincing at the stretch of the head doing its best to make its way between your folds. Of course you’ve both have had sex without foreplay before, but that was after a while of kissing and obvious arousal.

This time, he fills you up dry with only his precum coating your walls. You whine at the pain, stepping closer to the counter in an attempt to get away from him, but he only manhandles you back towards him.

Pulling out to the tip, he gives you a second to breathe before he pushes himself all the way back in, continuing with rough thrusts. He lands a loud slap to your ass, leaning forward and biting onto your shoulder. You cry out in pain, trying to take his cock the best you can while he uses you once again.

He’s fucking you, skin to skin, so that must mean he’s not upset anymore. You try to convince yourself as he thrusts harder, hands bruising your waist and hips as his knuckles turn white from holding you so tight.

He’s more vocal this time, moaning into your ear as you bounce between him and the counter top, knife now laying further away from you and vegetables roll off the counter, landing with a hard thud on the floor.

You moan as he picks up the pace almost inhumanly fast, wet sounds showing signs that you’re finally aroused enough, the slide of his cock against your walls is no longer painful.

He pushes your upper half forward more, fully bending you over the counter as he lands a harsh slap against your ass, echoing through the kitchen along with your high pitched moans.

His thighs slap against the back of your own, wet and covered in slick as you can’t hold back the squelching noises your pussy makes while being stuffed full.

“Oh God, Hee…” You whine but he’s tired of hearing you, placing his palm over your mouth to muffle your moans. “I don’t wanna hear it.” This confuses you, mainly because he’s always loved hearing your noises—proof that he’s pleasing you right. But now, he suddenly doesn’t want to hear them? Going as far as covering your mouth to shut you up?

Even with this hurt side of you, the pleasure is undeniable and before you can process it, you’re close to orgasm as Heeseung lands another harsh slap against your ass.

“Hee-baby, I’m gonna cum!” You pant heavily, inhaling a deep breath in preparation for your orgasm, only for it to be taken away from you. “No you’re not.” Heeseung slides his wet cock out of you, instead spreading your ass and pushing himself between your cheeks.

You scoff, now frustrated and in pain, wondering if this is what blue balls must feel like. You try to reach back and slide him back in, but he grips your wrist, pulling both of your arms back so your cheek lands harshly onto the counter top. Wincing, tears start pricking your eyes and you try to squirm away from him.

“Not letting you…d-don’t deserve to cum.” He grits through his teeth, pushing your butt cheeks together tightly as he thrusts, still keeping his fast pace.

Leaning forward, he rests his forehead between your shoulder blades, finally releasing as ropes of cum spurt out of his tip, landing across your back and staining your shirt, some reaching your hair to find in a sticky mess later.

You’re both panting, catching your breaths after whatever kind of rough, angry sex session that was. Still confused, you try to turn around, calling out to your quiet boyfriend. “Heeseung…” your voice is soft and comforting, and as much as he wants to accept it, he just keeps you turned around.

“Just- don’t.” That’s all he says before tucking himself back into his jeans and walking upstairs. The bathroom door shuts, still not slamming, but you can now tell that he is definitely still angry at you.

✶.

“So, what? He’s upset that we helped you and now you guys are having hot steamy hate sex?” Jake laughs to himself, taking a bowl of ramen from Sunghoon. A bowl of ramen you cooked for Heeseung.

You sigh, playing with your own ramen as you push it around the bowl with your chopsticks. “Yeah…I was cooking this when he came home and he just…did that.” You trail off at the end, not wanting to go into detail because no matter how good it felt, you were still hurt.

“Waitwaitwait.” Jay mutters with his mouth full, swallowing harshly before speaking again. “This ramen doesn’t have a special ingredient, right? His cum shot didn’t fly into here and now I’m consuming his babies?”

“Dude! What the fuck is wrong with you!?”

“Come on- I’m trying to eat here!”

“You’re actually disgusting.”

Sunghoon gags as he imagines the scene playing out, downing his glass of water to calm himself. You pat him on the back as he keeps gagging, mainly to piss off Jay who now regrets what he said.

“Okay, Hoon. You can stop now, I get it.” Jay rolls his eyes, picking up his beer bottle and taking a sip while sending glares towards his friend.

Your face drops to your palms, sighing again as you think about these past two days. “He left like an hour before I invited you guys over.” You speak up, eyes teary as you bite your lip. “He didn’t eat…didn’t say goodbye…he just left.” You break down, a sob escaping your lips at the thought of your boyfriend leaving you so alone and embarrassed.

“Do you know what this means?” Sunghoon places a hand on your shoulder, squeezing lightly to ease your tension. You shake your head no, confused as to what he’s implying.

He sighs, looking between Jake and Jay, then back at you. “This means you’re going to have to choose.” Your eyes widen, shaking your head more aggressively now.

“What do you mean choose?” You can’t believe they’d recommend something like this. “You know, choose if you want to stay with him. Let him treat you like that, let him get away with those things.”

He grabs your hand, keeping his eyes locked with yours. “Or you can choose to stay with us. Keep being our friend, let us save you from this disaster.” His words hurt, but you know they must be true. “He just…” you inhale a shaky breath, “He just needs time. We’ll figure something out.”

Yeah, that’ll fix it. You’ll figure out a way to keep Heeseung happy and stay close to your best friends. Hopefully, without cutting any ties or creating an awkward atmosphere. But you’ll do whatever it takes to keep each of your boys happy.

[omri-kilah]

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Su

[aohisworld]

OPERATION: LEADER LOVE! | SALPFY SERIES!

"what're you doing here, little bunny? Not up to some trouble, I hope."

✮⋆˙ When memorabilia ends and the new album era begins, Aohi makes the decision to dote on her boyfriend, Jungwon. In fact, why not surprise the leader before one of his interviews?

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ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ y.jungwon x addedmember!oc, mentions ofpoly!ot7 x addedmember!oc , contains. cringe writing, fluff, suggestive themes, (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT I SWEAR TO GOD).

| : ̗̀➛ WARNING! How I write ENHYPEN is not meant to portray the idols irl, this is my au and I write this for fun.

“Wonnie.. are you going back to the studio again?”

The domestic clattering inside their new dorms barely covered Aohi’s question as she watched Jungwon speed from one table to another, readying for his departure.

Aohi frowns, sitting antsy on the couch, she felt bad that their leader was the only one with a schedule today, and she couldn’t even join Jungwon! (Per the boy’s request, saying she needs to “relax” for the day.)

“I have to, batsy. I won’t be long, promise, we’ll get to watch that series you wanted on Netflix.”

Jungwon leans down in front of her, placing a gentle kiss to the crown of her head.

“You work too hard..” Aohi whispers to him as he pulls away, a guilty smile on his face. “I know, batsy.” His hands tucks a stray strand out of Aohi’s face, and she almost leans into his touch.

“Stay safe then.” With her words, Jungwon stands up and grabs his bag from the couch. He looks at her for a little bit, and his heart warms at her soft pout, letting out a small laugh.

“Bye, batsy.”

Aohi only hums loud, look back to the television despite not actually paying attention to whatever show was on the screen.

Jungwon sighs quietly when he doesn’t hear a response, only her hum, before he walks to the lobby of their apartment, putting his shoes on.

He glanced back at Aohi, hoping slightly that she’d look over to him, knowing she was a little bit upset. His eyes catches the glance Aohi tries to throw without being unsuspecting, and laughs when she jumps at the sudden eye contact.

“I’ll be home soon, honey.” Jungwon teased from the lobby, hearing Aohi retort back, “if jay-oppa hears you call me that!” but a giggle following right after makes Jungwon smile and feel a little less tense.

He opens the door and leaves, the sound making Aohi look towards the door and sigh, she lays onto the couch, her gaze up at the ceiling.

She ponders for a little while, bored and still a little irked that Jungwon had to go to work when it was their day off together.

“baby? what’re you doing?” Jake enters from the bathroom, his hair damp from his shower. “Rotting…” Aohi mumbled into the air, continuing to stare up at their ceiling, spacing out.

Jake just stared at the so-called, “rotting” bat on the couch, before he looked around, for one of his other roommates.

“Did Jungwon leave already?” Jake questioned after finding no trace of the leader in their dorm.

“Mhm… he left me behind…” Aohi drooped from the couch, turning her body so she’d lay on her stomach instead. She looked towards Jake, who seemed clueless on how to deal with Aohi as she… threw a tantrum?

well, it’s not really a tantrum, she’s.. Jake doesn’t really know, he does opt to sit down by Aohi, making her scoot up and lay her head onto Jake’s lap.

“What’s wrong, hm?” Jake hums, running his hands through her hair, and Aohi feels a little comforted at the scent of Jake’s bodywash, still lingering from his shower.

“I wanted to spend time with Wonnie today.. I’ve been spending so much time with everyone besides him, and I wanted to give him my time too..” Aohi reached up and plays with the hem of Jake’s shirt.

“But now that I do have time, he’s working, despite it being both our day off.” She frowns, her gaze saddened as she played with Jake’s shirt.

“He won’t be at the studio forever, baby.. you still have time to spend today with him.” Jake softly cooed, combing his fingers through her newly dyed hair.

“Yeah.. I wanted to spend the entire day with him..” Aohi whined, turning away from Jake.

Jake looked at the upset bat with a small pout, he never liked to see Aohi unhappy at all, he thought of anything that could make Aohi feel a bit better, looking around the room for any inspiration.

His eyes then land at the door Jungwon had left out of earlier, and his eyes glistened in an idea.

“Why don’t you go and spend the day with him at the studio?” Jake suggested, looking down at Aohi, who just pouted at him.

“You think I didn’t ask that? He said I should stay home..” Aohi sighed, before sitting up and turning towards Jake.

“I want to be all affectionate with him, I don’t want to spend the whole day being friendly anyway.” Aohi’s mood seemed to sour at the thought of doing so. “I don’t know why we just don’t tell people..”

“Because even if everyone accepted us, there’s always going to be somebody else who won’t.” Jake caressed Aohi’s cheek in a comforting way, a sad smile on his lips.

“Is this really what we’re going to be okay with? Just hiding our relationship forever?” Aohi questions, and even if Jake hated that idea, he has no choice but to hesitantly nod.

“You’re.. okay with that?” Aohi replies to Jake, and he regrets even nodding as he could see her eyes glisten. “I’m not, but it’s the only way I can have you, isn’t it?” Aohi stays silent at his words.

Jake pulls her into his embrace. “I’m sorry, batsy.” Jake softly hums, and he feels Aohi bump her head onto his chest. “You know what?.. I will go.” Aohi spoke, placing her chin on Jake’s chest to look up at him with a glint of mischief.

“What are you planning?” Jake hesitantly asked. “Nothing, nothing..” Aohi leaves her spot in Jake’s embrace as she walked to his room, her feet padding against the wooden floor. “Can I borrow some of your stuff, oppa?” Aohi called out to the living room, where Jake waited.

“Uh..yeah, sure.”

It was a bit before Aohi emerged from Jake’s room, his clothes, despite being a bit oversized, fits on her like a glove.

Jake felt himself gulp. He was only a man, and god knows what happens when a man sees his girlfriend wearing his clothes.

“what do you think?” Aohi softly giggled, twirling in her “disguise”.

“I don’t think that’ll work.” — “what? I’m practically the same height as you.” Aohi snorted.

Jake looked at her with slightly widened eyes, “what do you mean? You’re literally five-seven!” Jake’s eyebrows furrowed confusingly.

“same thing!” Aohi teased, knowing Jake hated being the shortest in the group anyway.

“That’s not!-“ Jake tried to argue, but Aohi stopped him by standing on her tippy toes, and planting a gentle kiss on the boy’s lips.

“I gotta go, oppa, let’s argue later.” Aohi rushes to grab her own bag and speeds into the lobby of their apartment, putting on her own shoes as Jake continued to stand in the middle of the living room in bewilderment.

“Bye, oppa! Lock the door, please!” Aohi shouted, darting out of the front door to try and get to the studio while Jungwon was still there.

Jake stood, staring at the empty spot where Aohi used to be for a few minutes, before he snorted to himself, returning to his room wondering if he should tell Jungwon about the bat on the way.

Jungwon sighed and rubbed at his neck as he sat on the empty couch of his own private room, tired and willing to head straight on home.

He hadn’t been at the studio for more than an hour or two, but Jungwon felt like he’s been there forever anyway. Jungwon felt a bit awkward sitting on the couch, without any of the other members or Aohi sitting next to him.

Jungwon hadn’t seen Aohi for a few hours, but he’s already deprived of his girlfriend’s attention. Jungwon wonders if Aohi felt the same way, yearning for him back at the apartments as Jungwon sat in the studio working like he’ll never stop ever again.

As he continued to space off, letting his small break go by, the door to the dressing room opened, and Jungwon’s suddenly alarmed.

“Hey- you can’t enter in here-“ he tilts his head when he sees the familiar attire of the person, “Jake-hyung, I thought you were staying home today?”

Aohi giggled under her disguise, “I’m not Jake-oppa, wonnie.” She finally turns to face Jungwon, who looked over her features underneath her hat, a shocked look washing over the boy’s features.

While Jungwon was shocked at Aohi’s presence in the studio, the girl had walked towards him, making him stumble a little bit as Aohi forced him between her and a dressing room table.

She took a comfortable spot in between his legs, happily situated, being covered by him on all sides.

Aohi looked up at Jungwon, her eyelashes fluttering at him, as if teasing him and urging him to do something. Jungwon’s eyelids were lidded as Aohi’s face were mere inches apart from his.

Jungwon knew he shouldn’t stare at Aohi’s eyes, he knew if he did, he’d might have to keep Aohi to himself for a few days.

He continued to stare at her lips though, her plump, pouting, kissable, lips. Aohi knew it.

“What’re you doing here, little bunny? Not up to some trouble, I hope.” Jungwon softly muttered, and by the nickname he used, Aohi had caught the leader, hook, line, and sinker.

Jungwon really ever called Aohi little bunny whenever she was resting his temper, or if he ever felt doting or possessive, not like her actual wonnie, who looks up at her for her attention.

“I missed you too much at home, why wait for you to arrive when I could just see you right now?” Aohi replied, her eyes flickering from the leader’s own lips to his eyes, which was adamant at not making eye contact.

“I told you to wait.” Jungwon wrinkled his nose, looking playfully distasteful at her presence.

“Don’t you know how to be patient?” He spoke, teasing her a little. “Don’t you know not to leave your girlfriend especially on your day off?” Aohi retorted in the same tone.

Jungwon grinned softly at her words anyway, rolling his eyes playfully.

The two continued to just stare at each other, drinking up their presence in their sight. Soon enough though, Aohi couldn’t hold herself back any longer, leaning closer and closer until both of their lips met.

Their lips worked in tandem with each other, and Aohi could almost say that it was as sweet as the first time they kissed. She swore she could never get used to how soft Jungwon’s lips were.

Jungwon on the other hand, refused to let go of Aohi, his hand snaked around her waist like he’d lose her forever if he let go.

Aohi’s hands situated themselves on Jungwon’s chest, feeling his heartbeat through her palms.

Jungwon felt a bit soppy for thinking this, but truly, if he didn’t need to breathe, he’d spend every second with his lips on Aohi’s.

Aohi made the initiative to pull away after a few moments, regaining her breath as she softly smiled, she could see that she did a small amount of damage to his lips.

It looked puffier than before and she knew that his stylist would be perplexed on why it plumped up all of the sudden.

“When do you get back?” She softly mumbled, enjoying her spot between him as she gently fiddled with the pieces of the outfit their stylists chose for him. “I won’t be back til dinner, bunny.” Jungwon muttered, his voice laced with disappointment.

“Will the interview really be that long?” Aohi frowned, her hands moving up to cup at his cheek which Jungwon leans into.

“I can’t do much about it, batsy. I’m sorry.” Jungwon’s face hold an apologetic expression, knowing that Aohi understands.

“How much time do you have left before you gotta go?” — “about thirty minutes.” Jungwon replied, looking at the clock, “why?”

Jungwon got his answer when Aohi reconnected her lips with his, a small hitch of his breath being heard as his hands instinctively went to her hips, holding her in place.

Aohi’s hands gently wrapped around Jungwon’s neck, no intention of letting him go.

Jungwon pulled away just as he got desperate for more, never being able to resist Aohi, no matter the situation.

“Desperate girl.” Jungwon teased, a soft whine of disapproval leaving Aohi, “you made it that way.” She replied, fluttering her “innocent” orbs at him.

Jungwon hummed, focusing his attention on peppering the corners of Aohi’s lips with kisses, and slowly, little by little, went lower, his lips enjoying the soft supple skin it worships.

“So pretty, our pretty bunny.” Jungwon mutters, a dazed tone as if drunk on Aohi’s scent.

She would’ve cowered at that sentence, being embarrassed at the possessive declaration he’d made for him and the other members if it weren’t for the fact that Jungwon’s lips made their way down her neck.

She arched her neck as Jungwon opted for the crook of it, smelling his favourite perfume on her. Only humming at his words, her head was mostly filled with the feeling of Jungwon planting gentle kisses on her neck.

“Don’t go making marks, wonnie.” Her fingers snaked up to his hair, gently tugging at the strands, not too much that it’ll ruin his hair, but just enough to keep him afloat, to keep him aware that he has an interview after.

“I’ll try not to.” He muttered, his hands pushes Aohi further into him, being chest-to-chest, “so clingy.” It was her turn to tease. “Don’t test me.” He groaned.

“You teased me first!” Aohi retorted, and instead of arguing back, Jungwon makes his stand with a bite to her collarbone.

“Ouch!” Aohi slapped at Jungwon’s shoulder, making him pull away and laugh.

“I told you no marks, freak.” Aohi scolded, her tone being playful. “I didn’t make a mark.” Jungwon spoke smugly, wiping at her collarbone.

Aohi only slapped at his shoulder once again, before Jungwon initiated another kiss, desperate to feel Aohi close once more.

A sigh of content leaves Aohi as the two locked lips once more, seeming to never get enough of each other. The more time passed, the more they seemed to forget about the interview that Jungwon has.

Luckily, a staff member knocked on his door, making Aohi and Jungwon jump away from each other.

“..yeah?” Jungwon spoke hesitantly, looking at the door as his hands flattened any wrinkles caused by. “Jungwon-ssi, you’re going on in seven minutes, please finish up whatever you’re doing and come down to the studio.”

Aohi frowned at how fast time flew for the both of them, guess she kind of expected it since she spent most of it making out with her boyfriend, being too weak to resist him.

Jungwon sighed at how fast his break had gone as well, turning around and fixing his hair as he tried to redo his look before Aohi got here to mess with it.

“I know you have to go, but do you really?” Aohi softly mumbled, walking up towards him as she wrapped her arms around Jungwon’s waist, upset at having to let the leader do his idol duties.

“I’m sorry batsy, I really am. I promise I’ll make it up to you when we get home, okay?” Jungwon turns to cup Aohi’s cheeks with both of his hands, looking into Aohi’s sad little brown orbs, trying to see a bit of understanding in her eyes.

With a soft pout, Aohi nods her head anyway, knowing Jungwon couldn’t just leave mid-shoot, Aohi leaned forward and gave him a more gentle, loving kiss.

One that meant that she loves him so much, and will continue to love him more.

Jungwon wanted to kiss her a little longer, desperate to stay by Aohi’s side. The persistent knocks from the staff stopped that though, making him groan out of annoyance as he pulls away from his girlfriend.

“Alright, alright! I’m coming out!” Jungwon frustratingly spoke, walking towards the coffee table where his phone was.

“Go home, little bunny. Wait for me.” Jungwon spoke softly to Aohi, kissing the temple of her head, his hand cradling her with the gentleness and fondness he only saved for her.

“I can wait here..” Aohi mutters, a small tone of defiance in her words. “I don’t want you to, and I’m sure the hyungs are missing you already.” Jungwon smiled when Aohi’s cheeks tint red at the mention of the others.

“They have me to themselves all the time, you, noo-oppa and Ri-ki, barely do..”

Jungwon coos at Aohi’s pouty features. “You’re too sweet, bunny, caring for all of us,” He pinches her cheek softly, “but truly, go home. Don’t make me ask thrice.” Jungwon replied, his voice twinged with sternness.

“Okay.. promise me you’ll come home as soon as you’re allowed to?” Aohi asks one more time.

“Yes, I promise.” Jungwon reassured her before walking towards the door, where he opens it just a crack, not allowing anyone to see Aohi as she only stares at his back slipping into the opening with longing and a frown.

Aohi sat in the dressing room for a little while before sighing, if she was hoping for anything after the interview, she’s going to have to go home now. She grabbed all of her things, but not before scanning the room and finding a cap that Jungwon left for her taking. She places the hat on her head, smelling Jungwon’s shampoo from the hat.

With the reminder of Jungwon’s scent near her, she felt a little less upset to be going home, because despite having such busy schedules, Jungwon chooses to come home to her, and her only.

“You’re home early.” Sunoo greeted by the door, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed at his chest. “Wonnie didn’t want me to wait at the studio..” Sunoo smirked at her words, “So he sent you packing?” Aohi playfully rolled her eyes, knowing Sunoo enjoyed to tease her. “I told you batsy, he won’t drop work for anything, not even a pretty little thing like you.”

“Noo-oppa!” She groaned, placing Jungwon’s hat onto the table near the door, they all placed something there, whether that be Jay’s car keys or Heeseung’s spare Gameboy, it was there for convenience, so the group wouldn’t have such a hard time looking for everything.

“Hey, if he doesn’t want to spend time with you, his loss right?” Sunoo followed Aohi as she took off her last shoe, walking into the living room with a defeated pout.

“You can spend the day with me instead, hm?” Aohi took no interest to the sly fox that loved to take her attention away from the other members.

Aohi doesn’t really know why Sunoo loves her attention, well, besides the fact that he wants his girlfriend’s attention, he seemed to love the idea of getting more affection than his hyungs.

Aohi thinks that Sunoo, for one, loves the power trip he gets when he successfully gets her to dote on him instead of another member.

Aohi lied onto the couch, returning to her old position of staring up at the ceiling as she quote on quote, “rotted” away.

“Batsy?” Sunoo called for her softly after realizing that he wasn’t getting her attention easily. “Are you okay?” Sunoo softly spoke, wondering if something had happened at the studio for her to act like this.

“Yeah.. just a little upset is all.” Aohi sighed, Sunoo watched her sigh sadly before he hesitantly sat by the small spot he could, before gently laying over Aohi.

She had mentioned to Sunoo that for some reason, she really enjoys the weight she receives whenever the boys lay on top of her.

Maybe she got used to Ri-ki always sleeping on top of her whenever it was his turn to sleep over with her, or maybe there’s something comforting within the weight distributed that Aohi finds difficult to replicate with blankets.

Either way, it was the only way Sunoo knew how to comfort Aohi without annoying her with words.

Sunoo’s arms gently wrapped around her waist, his chin placing themselves on her collarbones, looking up at the girl who seems to find an interest in their ceiling.

“Aohi-ssi.. there’s someone wanting your attention..” Sunoo spoke, smiling when he sees the corner of her lips twitch upwards.

“Really? Is it Yang Jungwon? Otherwise, they can get lost ~” Aohi teased, looking down just in time to catch Sunoo’s pout.

“Yah! I’m your boyfriend too!”

Aohi giggled softly, finally wrapping her own hands around Sunoo. “I’m just kidding, oppa.” Her hand reaches up to run themselves through his soft blonde hair, looking fondly at him.

Sunoo feels his heart race just a little bit faster at her words, her loving gaze also made him melt in ways he couldn’t explain, how could she look at him with such eyes?

“..you’re so good to me, oppa.. I don’t know how I deserve any of you..” Aohi mumbled, her hand playing with a strand of his hair.

“I don’t know how you manage to love us so much.” Sunoo hummed, “You always manage to make us feel like we’re not getting any less affection than anyone else, and always have us in your mind,” Sunoo cupped Aohi’s cheek, his thumb swiping at the soft skin.

“I just hope you’re not too tired of loving us sometimes.” Sunoo reached in, his lazy smile planting a gentle kiss on Aohi’s soft lips.

Aohi gently smiled, shaking her head to his words, “I could never be tired of you, any of you.”

“..mm, good to know..” Sunoo mumbled, his eyes looking around as it drooped little by little, getting harder and harder for Sunoo to stay awake.

“Falling asleep, oppa? You should head to your room..” Aohi softly spoke, gently patting the older boy’s cheek.

“I can wait for Jungwon with you..” Sunoo argued, adamant about not moving from his spot. “But then, he’ll see I’m with you and not spend time with me.” Aohi pouted, sitting up as Sunoo followed with her, pulling away from her chest.

“So?” Sunoo rubbed at his hair. “I want to dote on Jungwon today, he’s been doing a good job as a leader, and it’s only fair that he should spend some time with me relaxing.” Aohi gently turned Sunoo down, knowing that all of the boys want their own time with her.

When it came to spending time with the boys separately, it was hard to make sure that all of the boys had a fair share of Aohi’s love. She shouldn’t think of it that way, but she worries constantly that any of the boys are being dragged around while she dotes on a specific member.

Aohi just wants to love them equally, because she knows they deserve that much from her.

“…mm, okay..” Sunoo replied softly after a moment of silence, standing up with a soft stretch as he waddled away to his room.

And Aohi, being an empath, called for him as he walked away. “I’ll spend another day with you soon, eung, oppa?!” She doesn’t hear a response, only a door opening and closing and she feels bad.

But that’s the less of her concerns, she wants to wait for Jungwon, looking longingly at the door as time passed. She didn’t bother to turn on the TV, occupying her time by waiting patiently.

Soon enough though, an hour waiting turns into two, and then three, and soon enough, Jungwon still hasn’t arrived an hour after dinner.

Aohi had laid back onto the couch, holding a pillow close to her as her eyes started to fall against her will. She had waited so long that she couldn’t fight off the sleep from being so tired and bored while waiting for him.

“Why don’t you just close your eyes for a bit? He’ll be home soon, okay baby?” Sunghoon softly cooed, sitting on the floor as he gently rubbed Aohi’s cheek.

Sunghoon and the othera had come down to have dinner at one floor, opting for where Aohi was staying for the time being.

Of course, Aohi and Xiulin have their own floor, but Aohi mostly sleeps at one of the boys’ rooms.

“What if he sees me sleeping and just lets me sleep?” Aohi mutters, still staring at the door despite one of her eyes already closing.

“You act like there’s not another day for you to spend time with him.” Sunghoon teased, pinching at her cheek.

“Yeah but—“ He interrupts her with a chuckle. “You’re worrying again. You think that you don’t love on us a lot and that means we’re feeling left out.” He reveals, knowing of why Aohi was so affectionate.

“That’s why I am affectionate, because I don’t want that to be true ever. I really, truly love all of you, and don’t want you to settle for anything less because you already share me with six others, how could I pick up favourites too?”

Sunghoon smiled, “and that’s exactly why you shouldn’t worry, you already do so much, making sure we all know that you do love us,” he looks at Aohi’s tired gaze, trying to sense any sadness coming off of her as they spoke.

“Don’t tire yourself out worrying about us so much.” Aohi pouted softly at his words, unsure on how to respond.

As Sunghoon and Aohi talked, the door suddenly opened, revealing a tired Jungwon. Aohi suddenly perked up, her tiredness leaving her body as quick as a bird.

“Wonnie!” She spoke up, greeting him quickly. Sunghoon chuckles at how fast she had gone from tired to excited as she almost tripped getting off of the couch to meet Jungwon at the door.

“Guess that’s my cue to go.” Sunghoon mumbled to himself as he walked to the front door, “Hey, won-ah.” He greeted the boy.

“Oh, what’re you doing here? did you have dinner here, hyung?” Jungwon looked up from taking off his shoes, “and kept Aohi company while she waited for you.” Sunghoon added.

Aohi stood beside Sunghoon, happily waiting for Jungwon, finally coming home. Jungwon turns to her, looking excited despite seeing the lingering tiredness in her eyes.

“Ah.. I’m sorry, batsy, did I make you wait too long?” Jungwon spoke, his eyes filled with worry as he made contact with Aohi, pulling her to his side.

“It’s okay! I didn’t mind waiting.” Aohi pulled onto her tippy toes, planting a gentle kiss on Jungwon’s cheek.

“I’ll leave you two to it, don’t do anything funny.” Sunghoon warned jokingly to Jungwon, but the leader knew better than to test it, because he knows how jealous Sunghoon could be.

A soft giggle leaves Aohi, turning her head and kissing his cheek softly. “Thank you for staying with me, oppa, sleep well okay?” She wished the older boy a good night, her eyes full of love and affection for him.

“Eung.. don’t stay up too late, we have a comeback tomorrow.” Sunghoon reminded them, ruffling Jungwon’s hair and pinching Aohi’s nose.

“Eung! Goodnight!” - “goodnight, hyung.”

Sunghoon put on his shoes and grabbed his phone, making sure he hadn’t left anything before leaving out the front door, the door locking behind him.

Jungwon waits for Sunghoon’s steps up the apartment complex, before he turns to Aohi, who looked at him expectedly, and his bashful grin returns.

“Shall we?” He spoke, his tone reminding Aohi of a noble gentleman from the early 1900’s.

Aohi played along and curtsied, “we shall.” Aohi replied, being pulled to his room with quickness she thought Jungwon wouldn’t have after such a long day.

“Slow down, wonnie!” Aohi laughed, Jungwon wasting no time closing the door and locking it with a grin, he planned no interruptions nor attempts of robbery of Aohi as he doted on her.

“I missed you so much.” Jungwon spoke, his hands grabbing at her wrist as he pulled her to his bed, falling back as she followed, falling on top of him. “You didn’t see me for a couple of hours, won..” Aohi retorted, feeling Jungwon cup the top of her head to guide her to his lips, kissing the crown of her hair.

“That-“ kiss! “was-“ kiss! “hours-“ kiss! “too-“ kiss! “long!” Jungwon peppered Aohi’s face with needy kisses, kissing from the corner of her eyes to pecking her nose, to laying a long, desperate kiss on her lips.

“That’s tickles, wonnie!” Aohi giggled, trying to shield herself from his affectionate attack. “Don’t hide from me now, little bunny.” Jungwon playfully growled.

Aohi felt herself be flipped over, her back to the bed as Jungwon’s hands caged themselves by her head, him towering over her like a tiger ready to pounce.

Aohi couldn’t help but hitch a breath as she looks up at the sight, seeing the sleeveless top dutifully showing off Jungwon’s hard-earned muscles at the gym.

“You look so pretty, batsy…” Jungwon murmured, his right hand leaving its spot to caress Aohi’s cheek his the back of his fingers.

She moves into his touch, and flutters her eyes at the warm feeling.

Jungwon couldn’t help but admire Aohi underneath him as he gently felt her soft cheeks, his arms grew tired holding himself up as he laid himself down, taking a similar position as Sunoo did earlier on the couch, his arms pulled away from Aohi’s face and wraps around her waist, taking in her scent and presence as he just cherished it.

“Don’t you want to do something, won? Like play some games? Chat?” Aohi spoke softly, looking down at the boy who laid himself on her stomach, his favourite pillow.

She could feel his shake his head, her hands reaching up to play with his hair, a habit she had gained from being so frequently laid on.

“Why? We still have time to do something together..” Jungwon looks up from his spot. “I don’t need to do anything big, this is enough time for me, just lay with me for the rest of today..” he whispered, a slight pleasing tone in his voice.

“I don’t care what we do, I already feel so loved when I’m just in your arms, I don’t want to do anything but be in your comfort right now.” Jungwon continued, his arms hugging her slightly tighter, scared to let go.

Aohi stayed silent at his words, her hands continuing to pet at his head, her lips in a comforting, yet sad smile. “..okay, if that’s what you want.” She spoke after a moment, letting Jungwon lay in her arms until he got tired of it, if he even got tired.

She looked up at the ceiling, the only sounds of the dorm being her’s and Jungwon’s breaths in sync, the night catching up to both of them as Aohi felt her tiredness return from earlier.

“..can you..” Jungwon mumbled softly, Aohi looking down, wondering what he wanted to ask. “Can you tell me you love me?” Aohi was a bit surprised at the sudden request, looking at him with slightly widened eyes. “I just want to hear it, I know you tell me all the time, but I want to hear it.” Her eyes softened at his words. “I love you, Jungwon.”

“Again?” Jungwon asked, “I love you, so much, Jungwon.”

He moved at those words, sitting up and pulling at Aohi’s arms as he managed to slip her onto his lap, his hands dropping her wrists to cup at her face, making her gaze turn to him. “I’m only devoted to you, batsy. I never want to love anyone else, I won’t allow it.” Jungwon whispers, before his hands urged Aohi’s face closer and closer to his, he could feel her breath on his lips.

“I don’t want anyone else but you guys either.” Aohi responds, her eyes flashing from Jungwon’s brown orbs to his pretty pink lips. The two stared at each other for a moment, extremely close to each other before the two closed the gap between them.

Aohi’s eyes fluttered close at the feeling of Jungwon’s lips on hers once again, she felt her mind overheat, not helping the fact that she couldn’t focus on both the kiss and the way Jungwon’s hands firmly held her at her waist, almost possessive of her.

As the two lip-locked, Aohi couldn’t help but melt under his hold, and with a swift push, Jungwon had her laying onto the bed without breaking the kiss, and despite Jungwon feeling his breath run out, he didn’t pull away from Aohi as much as she didn’t want to let go of him either.

Times like this, Aohi wished she didn’t need to breathe, but with a regretful tap on Jungwon’s shoulder, she pulls away with a soft gasp, her lips puffy from the kiss. “..fuck.” Jungwon cursed, huffing softly as he tucked his head onto her neck.

“Wonnie..” She whispered.

“It’s okay, I’m okay.” Jungwon’s muffled words vibrated up her neck, making her shiver. She could feel his lips graze upon the crook of her neck, a breathy sigh leaving her as she could feel a small pressure against her neck. “Can we sleep? I know you want to spend time with me, but I really am satisfied with having you in my arms tonight..” Jungwon pleaded softly, looking up at her with his cat eyes, waiting for her response.

Aohi softens at this, a gentle smile forming on her lips. “Of course, Wonnie, anything you want, we’ll do, okay?” She replied, and as she expected an answer, Aohi doesn’t get one, and being curious, she looks down to see why he didn’t respond, she’s met with a tired, sleeping Jungwon on her chest, and she can’t help but giggle quietly, “Goodnight, Wonnie.”

She looks to the side, and gently feels for her phone in her pocket before placing it onto the bedside table, and moving Jungwon to her side, the boy’s sleep being undeterred despite being moved a lot.

She sits up, and turns to the lights up, the movement making Jungwon sleepily open his eyes, the room was bright one second and dark the next, before he felt the bed dip again and a warm body scoot their way next to him. “I thought you were gonna leave.” Jungwon sleepily murmured.

“Not tonight, I want to sleep here..” Aohi responded in the same tone, her hand reaching up to caress his cheek in the dark. “You make me feel so loved, you know that?” Jungwon spoke his last words for the night, unable to fight the sleepiness that was threatening to take over his body.

Aohi laughs quietly, “Goodnight, Won.” She lays in the dark for a little bit more, before a quiet sentence leaves her, “I’ll dote on you more often, our leader.” She wraps her arms around Jungwon, laying her head on his chest as she listened quietly for his heartbeat, her hands pulling up the blanket to cover the both of them.

Aohi felt her eyes close as she’s lulled to sleep with the rhythmic beat of Jungwon’s heart. Aohi considers this a mission complete, successfully doting on Jungwon, don’t you?

[newkatzkafe2023]

What would happen when the monkey kings have to take care of their army of cubs by their lonesome? Like we have a me day and he’s on baby duty? Does he last ? Does he break? Maybe both XD.

Ahhh childcare, such a lovely hellish time🤭😅👩‍🍼👨‍🍼

(Lmk Wukong) God He doesn't remember it being so difficult, Not even the baby monkeys on FFM gave him so much problems like his own cub do. They were so many of his children that were running around the house and mountain. His cubs would play games with the baby monkeys on flower fruit mountain which he was glad for but His head would be spinning from the chaos He has no idea what's to do with. you would come home to find him in a fetal position, crying tears of joy seeing you finally home.

(NR Wukong) It's like he's in a insane asylum. You went to the mall with Su for the day leaving him with an army of cubs. He would ask Li for some assistance but he had to do a double shift for a co-worker on maternity leave. So the poor old man was all alone. And every cub was hyperactive and would cause absolutely chaos, something they all got from him. You got home from the mall when you saw he was passed out on the floor with the cubs sleeping around him. You smiled knowing That everything was just fine now🥰🥰🥰

(MKR Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhhh man, it's pure hell for everyone involved. The monk made the dumb decision to ask you to go to the market for supplies for the journey. Now their all stuck with the monkey king's hell spawns, while the cubs love fruity like a baby sibling and would bring him to all their activities. It can't be said about Wukong and the pilgrims, The cubs would rob sandy blind, pee on the monk's scripture, and ambushed Wukong. The worst part was that they made pigsy their favorite target. there was never a time that the cubs weren't terrorizing him. The point is that all the men were at their wits' end and what you to hurry up and come back already.

(HIB Wukong) it's the final test for Wukong. If he can raise Luier and Silly Girl by himself, then he can raise a baby monkey. Although there were some problems with that, first it was that he was by himself, because you had gone to the hot springs and two there were so freaking many of them. Wukong had to have eyes all over his body because each cub would get into something and possibly get in trouble. When you came back, he looked like his soul died a bit, but he still remained a loving father.

(Netflix Wukong) Wukong can be an extra kid sometimes🤣. He would encourage the chaos of his cubs, as he would run around with them and play games and pull pranks. He does get serious to make sure his little pebbles don't get hurt, or in trouble with the Villages and would take full responsibility for anything the cubs break or destroy. Over all he's lives up to his fun dad title And can't wait for the next time He has to watch the kids himself.

FEEL FREE TO REBLOG😇😈

[mrsbuckybarnes1917]

Request from @lives-in-midgard: Bucky and reader just watched a movie and then cuddled up to sleep. After a few minutes a thunderstorm begins and reader can feel that Bucky holds her more tighter because the thunder and the lightning triggers something in him. Reader comforts Bucky and then has the idea to build a blanket fort with Bucky.

Word Count: 1,872

Warnings: Thunderstorms, Bucky's mental health

Sometimes you enjoyed a good session of Netflix and chill with Bucky but more often than not you'd end up with Hulu and hang, especially when he came home worn out from his day job of being a hero. Tonight was one of those nights. Bucky had come home completely and utterly shattered. You had been worried that he wouldn't make it home before the forecasted storm that was supposed to be rolling in. But he had come home safe and sound, if not a little worse for wear.

“Hey Buck,” you greeted him at the door with a soft tone and small peck on the cheek. 

He responded with a deep sigh, shrugging off his jacket and toeing off his dirty boots. Normally you'd chastise him for getting mud on the floor, but something told you to hold your tongue.

But it was as though he could read your mind. Bucky looked down at the mud on the floor and sighed. “I'm sorry, I'll clean it up.”

“Don't worry, baby. I'll sort it out later.”

“It's not fair on you.”

He picked up his boots and deposited them outside the front door. Bucky shut the door behind him turning back to you. He looked so lost and exhausted. You wondered what on Earth had happened to him during his last mission. As tempting it was to probe further, you sensed that it might not be the right time. Instead you opted for another question.

“What do you need?”

“I don't know,” he answered miserably.

“How does a shower sound? And I'll order your favorite take out and we can have a TV dinner. Okay?”

Bucky nodded mutely, trudging off to the bathroom. You sighed and picked up your phone to place your order. The food should arrive quickly, but you felt guilty for dragging the poor delivery man out in such terrible weather but your boyfriend needed pampering.

You answered the door to a pimply teenager who you tipped heavily for his troubles. It took you a moment to notice why he hadn't moved from his position of accepting your tip. Bucky had emerged dripping wet with a low hung towel draped over his waist. He was the epitome of a Greek God, water droplets tracing the outlines of his clearly defined abs.

“Get going, kid. Don't want to get caught in the storm.” You ushered the teen out of your doorway before closing the door behind him. You turned to Bucky with a grin. “Dressing to impress, are we?”

He blushed slightly. “Sorry. I was just looking for that towel.”

Immediately you realized that he was after the large fluffy white towel you had bought him a few months ago. It had been a self care gift. You had advised him that he needed to take care of himself better, that he deserved to have comfort. He had pretended to scorn the gift, but when your back was turned, you saw him rubbing his fingers between the soft fibers. It warmed your heart to know that he had heeded your words.

“Yeah, here it is.”

You fetched the requested item from the linen closet where you had put it after its last wash. He took the towel in his vibranium hand, his flesh one wrapped around your outstretched one, not letting you go.

You looked up into his eyes, searchingly. “Everything okay?”

“Only when you're here.”

He smiled, retreating to the bedroom to dry off and get dressed. You couldn't help but smile back at him, giving his ass a little pat as he left. Bucky returned promptly as you finished dishing out all the food onto one plate. He was definitely hungry, his insatiable supersoldier diet meant he always had room for a meal. Usually his mood was the only thing that would suppress his appetite, so it was a good sign to see him licking his lips with anticipation.

“Just one plate?” he frowned. “Is it all for you or me?”

“I thought we could share. Did you know that in Ethiopian culture, eating from the same plate is a symbol of love?”

“But you ordered Korean food,” Bucky replied, frowning in confusion. 

“You speak like six different languages and you’re so smart, but sometimes Bucky, you can be really dense.”

Bucky smirked at your teasing. He grabbed the plate from your hands and headed to the couch, beckoning for you to follow. He pulled the coffee table up to the couch and sat down on the floor leaning against it. You joined him in time to hear him heave a sigh of relief.

“Feel good to get off your feet?” you asked.

“You have no idea, Doll,” Bucky sighed.

“Did something happen out here?” you asked tentatively, helping yourself to a gimbap of the plate.

Bucky grabbed his chopsticks and stuffed a piece of sweet and sour chicken into his mouth as a way to avoid answering your question. You sighed, rubbing his thigh as an apology for your intrusion. He was definitely not in the mood to talk and you were happy to eat and watch your movie in silence.

Once you had both finished your food, you paused the movie to grab a few cushions and pushed the coffee table away to make room. You and Bucky made yourselves comfortable on the floor under a large blanket, turning down the lights and restarting the movie. You felt relaxed in his arms, in the dimmed light with the sound of rain pattering against the window.

The raindrops turned from the gentle tapping into a hammering against the glass panes of the apartment. It was accompanied by a duo of distant rumbling and bright flashes. The wind howled through the rickety apartment and you snuggled deeper under the blanket and against Bucky's side.

It was only when Bucky's fingers dug into your side sharply did you notice how tight his grip on your waist had become. This was what prompted you to cast your senses out and you noticed how rigid your boyfriend had become. His body was stiff and his breath was shallow and faster than normal. Your head was resting against his chest and you heard his heart pounding. This demeanor could almost have been mistaken for arousal, but you knew your boyfriend well enough to know when he was being triggered.

The trauma Bucky had suffered was unimaginable. He rarely spoke about his time at HYDRA, and what he did tell you was evasive at best. There would be times where he would stare off into space with a haunted look or wake up drenched in sweat after a nightmare. When you had first met, he had been reluctant to sleep over and you had felt anxious about his dedication to your relationship. But he had been surprisingly forthcoming when you'd expressed your concerns. Since then, you'd progressed in your commitment to each other and now you were a great source of comfort to him and sleeping beside you had significantly reduced the incidence of his bad dreams. And here he was again, showing all the signs of being lost in a haze of his past.

“Buck?” you whispered. “Bucky?”

He was mumbling repeatedly under his breath. “I'm not the Winter Soldier. I'm James Bucky Barnes.”

It broke your heart to hear the desperation in his voice. You had missed it at first because his voice was so soft and went unnoticed, masked by the sound of the television.

“That's right, baby. You're James Bucky Barnes, my handsome sweet boyfriend. You're kind, smart and brave. I'm so proud of how you fight every single day. How much good you do. That's the man I fell in love with. That's my Bucky.”

Bucky turned to you, not once releasing his grip on you. “I had a bad day,” he sighed.

“I know, baby.”

“I don't want to talk about it.”

“That's alright. You don't have to. But I'm here for you if you do. You know that, right?”

“I appreciate that. But I don't want you to see that part of me.”

His words made you feel a little disappointed. Of course it was his choice, but you wanted him to let you in.

“I love every part of you, Buck.”

“I don't know that I deserve that.”

“Well I'm here to tell you that you do, everyday until you believe it. Now, how can I help you now?”

“I should have listened to you and put up curtains. The lightning, it's-” Bucky didn't know how to put into words the source of his distress.

You bit your lip, pondering the problem for a moment. “Oh! I have an idea! Be back in a minute, need to grab a few things. Is that okay?” You checked if he didn't mind you leaving his side for a bit.

Bucky nodded and you jumped up and into his bedroom. You had insisted he bought a bed and with it came pillows, pillow cases and bedsheets. You ran into his room to grab the biggest one you could find.

"Got it!”

You proceeded to pull the chairs from the dining room table and place them parallel to the couch, facing outwards. You shook out the sheet and in one swift motion draped it across the backs of all the chairs, effectively creating a blanket fort. You dropped a few of the decorative ornaments that you had bought Bucky onto the chair, weighing the sheets down to keep tension in the roof. Last of all, you grabbed the little galaxy projector and flicked it on. 

The bedsheet was thick enough to block out the light coming from the windows. And the cave you'd created emanated a soft purple glow that Bucky found soothing.

He put his arm back around you as you dropped to the floor and crawled against his side.

“Want to carry on with the movie? Or I can put some music on? Or anything else you want.”

“Umm,” Bucky took a minute to think what he wanted.

You waited patiently for him to process his thoughts. Bucky struggled to give an immediate answer when he was exhausted and often got frustrated if people rushed him. You tried hard to respect his needs.

“You know that soundtrack you were listening to last week?”

You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion. You listened to a lot of music.

“The music from that show you like… the one with the Duke.”

“Wait, are you talking about Bridgerton?” A grin spread across your face, impressed that Bucky had noticed.

“Yeah, that one,” Bucky mumbled.

“Sure,” you answered, smiling and pulling out your phone and opening your Spotify app. You typed out Bucky's choice in the search box and hit play. “Happy?”

“Ecstatic.” Bucky answered, sarcastically and rolled his eyes.

You laid your head on the pillow beside his, looking up at the lights in the sheeted ceiling you'd created. The storm outside couldn't penetrate the haven you'd made. Bucky took a few deep breaths, trying to calm the storm that raged inside him. Your arm around his waist and your hand on his heart helped tame the tempestuous beast that gnawed upon his soul.

“Thank you,” he whispered in your ear. 

[lurkingshan]

Hi. I recently finished watching Coffee Prince based on a few recs posts that you had put out and MY GOD I'm so glad I decided to give it a try. (This was the first Kdrama where I got past 2 eps) I loved this sooo sooo much.

Do you have any recs for media (queer or otherwise) with similar strong characters as Eun-Chan? Even otherwise, thanks for your great rec posts!

Another Coffee Prince convert! Thank you for telling me, anon, it gives me so much joy every time someone gets to experience it for the first time. And I am not surprised Go Eun Chan captured your heart, everyone who meets her feels the same.

Since I don't know exactly what about Eun Chan captivated you, I am not entirely sure what kind of characters you are looking for. Is it her generosity of spirit? Is it that endearing mix of bravery and naïveté? Is it the way she keeps going through confusion and uncertainty? Is it that she is just so lacking in artifice and unapologetically herself? Or maybe it's her gender questioning journey that spoke to you.

Given that I am not precisely sure, I am just going to give you a mix of great dramas of various genres with strong characters that give me some aspect of that Eun Chan swag--feel free to come back and ask for more recs if you have something else in mind! In alpha order:

Be Melodramatic (Viki)

Shan found another excuse to rec Be Melodramatic? Must be a day ending in y. But seriously this drama is full of fantastic characters and there's a strong thread here about being yourself unapologetically and finding the people who love you for that.

Great Men Academy (grey)

Another character experiencing gender, but this time via a magical-unicorn-induced body transformation (don't ask I could not possibly explain it). This story is all about Love figuring herself out and the bisexual king who loves her in any body.

Healer (Viki)

Chae Yeong Shin is Park Min Young's best character ever and it's not close. She has a lot of Eun Chan's relentless spirit and optimism in the face of life's nonsense, and she's a spunky one. Healer is also just a great action romance with a lot of fun hijinks and a very swoony male lead, if you're into that kind of thing.

Joshi-teki Seikatsu (Life As A Girl) (grey)

Miki is an all-time great character. A trans woman rebooting her life away from home, she is more assured about who she is but has a lot of Eun Chan's core generosity and bravery. I love her so much.

Kieta Hatsukoi (Viki)

Chaotic confusion with a heart of gold, thy name is Aoki.

Koisenu Futari (grey)

Sakuko, my beloved. This show is about two people on the aroace spectrum connecting and finding companionship and family in each other, and it's so beautiful.

Light on Me (Viki)

Woo Tae Kyung is definitely sitting at the "unapologetically themselves" table with Eun Chan. And he has a love triangle, too!

My Lovely Sam Soon (Viki)

If you're up for an even older kdrama, I love this one to pieces. Kim Sam Soon has a lot in common with Go Eun Chan, in that she doesn't perform femininity the way people expect and she is trying to find her place in the world, all while crushing on a guy who feels very out of her league. This is a journey for both lead characters, and I was so moved by where they ended up that I burst into tears at the end.

She Loves to Cook and She Loves to Eat (Furritsubs)

My girls!!! I love every character in this show. I don't think it's possible to watch this drama and not find someone to connect with; it's all about exploring the many different ways to be a woman and finding the people who will love and respect you for who you are. And it's very queer while doing it!

Twenty-five Twenty-one (Netflix)

Na Hee Do is a legend, and not just because of the fencing. This show is her coming of age story and you will love her.

Weightlifting Fair Kim Bok Joo (Viki)

Kim Bok Joo, another heroine wrestling with her femininity as she navigates coming of age and changing relationships. She's fantastic.

As always, if you have trouble finding any of these, you can always hmu (off anon, because we don't share secret files in public lol). Hope you find something to enjoy among these!