#he’s going to keep trying to buy his love when all San really wants is his heart 😭

[firstkanaphans]

Making San a sex worker was an inspired choice because Ray is going to be so fucking jealous omg

[fairlyang]

Rookie III 🕷️

w/c: 8.8K

pairing: miguel o’hara x f!reader

tags: lil miguel backstory, miguel pov recap, perv!mig, horny thoughts, so dirty & filthy, he’s plotting, sex worker (positive!), room 1 mention, to 1 on 1 room, grand reveal, slight confessions. 18+ smut. cunnilingus, fingering, slight grinding, finger sucking, blowjob, unprotected sex (do not do!!), confession, creampie

taglist: @famouscattale @wakeupkrissy @laysmt @zaunsin @yujyujj @dprmoon @jadeloverxd @cl3stevu @canigetanormalun @weirdforever @sad-author-san @resident-clown @mybvalentine

a/n: for Miguel’s birthday here’s my long ass awaited rookie 3!! happy birthday to my mf man

part one — part two | kinktober masterlist | main masterlist

Miguel was one to keep his personal life private. Very private.

Unlike you, he actually had plenty of money in all of his accounts. He had enough to buy himself and a couple of the other spider’s houses, if he really wanted.

Not only was this man loaded but he was also lonely as hell. Though he’d never admit it to anyone and would prefer to suffer in peace and silence, the loneliness was starting to get him.

Unfortunately like the saying goes, “money doesn’t buy happiness.”

Until he found out, it indeed did.

He found the brothel way before you even realized you needed to make more money. He didn’t have a hard time with women but he was just looking for an easy way to get his dick sucked with no strings attached.

And if he could help a sex worker’s life with extra cash, why not?

After receiving blowjobs by different women he specifically chose, he found out quickly how much he liked this. The voyeur in him was awakening out of nowhere and he couldn’t help but love shoving his dick down a pretty girl’s throat without even being able to see her.

There was just something about the anonymity about it that he couldn’t quite wrap his head around but boy was he obsessed with it.

So obsessed, he became a regular.

He respected all the women and always made sure to give them a big enough tip so none of them would have to worry about food, water, or rent. It made sense in his head to help any of them out if they needed it, they were obviously providing a service but he did befriend a few of them.

Many needed an easy and quick way to make money because they were struggling but even when Miguel would help them out, they realized it might be a smart move to stay anyway. Was an easy way to make some fast cash because they had tons of regulars that went in more often than him. Which said a lot.

It was rare that the brothel would get a new girl, mainly because it was hard to even spot it and was an “if you know, you know” kind of operation.

So he was surprised when he got a call from Lola herself telling him a new rookie came in. At this point he had been going there for two years and he formed a bond with the girls, especially Lola who he now considered a close friend.

Without a second thought he dropped what he was doing and used his watch to open a portal to the roof of the brothel but quickly realized he was spider-man right now and not Miguel. So he had to make another portal to his place so he could quickly change.

He scrambled to put together an alright outfit then opened a portal to the alleyway right next to the building. He quickly closed the portal and hid his watch under the sleeve of his jacket.

Thankfully Lyla already knew to only contact him in case of an absolute emergency otherwise she does not bother him when he’s there.

He was nearly sprinting to the main entrance and almost knocked other clientele over but Estelle gave him a look as if saying “calm down”, and he did. He was not in the mood to get a lecture from her.

He couldn’t help the excitement of not only trying out a new throat but also potentially being able to help someone new who might need it.

He never would’ve guessed the chaos that would ensue mainly because he didn’t think anyone in the spider society would be struggling money-wise, let alone you, who he knew was such a hard worker.

And he had no idea it was your throat he would fuck, at least not at first.

The next morning after that night Miguel couldn’t stop thinking about the new rookie who took a throat fucking like a champ and he couldn’t help as the curiousity arose of who it could be. But already knowing the rules of the anonymity of those who wish for it, he ignored it.

He had to, to feel sane otherwise he’d just lose his mind.

On another note he found it strange that you hadn’t shown up to HQ yet considering you always came in early to help around wherever you could assist. It was technically still morning but getting closer to noon which was a bit concerning.

“Lyla can you track-“ He started to say but was interrupted.

“On it!” Lyla appears in front of him and does just that.

She always seemed to be teasing him about you for some reason so it was a no brainer for her to assume who he was thinking of, which just proved her inner thoughts right.

Why you’ve recently been living in his head is actually beyond him and he couldn’t bring himself to think of it as more as just caring for a friend.

“She is at her apartment here! Do you want me to contact her-“

“No. Do not, at least not yet.” He mumbles and shakes his head.

Maybe you were feeling sick or got an injury while on the missions yesterday? You would be stubborn enough to not tell him but would that really have you sleeping in this much?

Then an idea struck him and he was frozen in place.

An idea so unlike you it really had him in disbelief he’d even think it.

But then he really thought about it and maybe it wouldn’t be impossible?

Anything could be possible.

But this really had him stumped. Could there be a possibility you were the one at the brothel last night?

He scoffed and shook his head, as well as those thoughts deep in the back of his head that were secretly hoping it was you.

There had to be a logical explanation to you not coming early…

But what would the harm be in doing a little.. experiment to see if there’s anyway it somehow was you.

“Lyla call her around one, tell her that I want to see her in my office.” He says and she nods.

He had low hopes of this sick fantasy actually somehow being real but he just had to know and he was planning on testing you. In case it really was you.

He was looking at his screens and watching as you made the walk to his office and it really seemed like a walk of shame. You looked so nervous and may as well have been breaking a sweat.

It was a complete 180 to how you usually act, you’re usually so chill but also giddy. This was unlike you and now he was confident his plan would help him determine the verdict.

The nervousness was a bit helpful, very insightful but that wasn’t enough evidence to confirm it indeed was you.

What was a bit more helpful was how even more nervous you got while standing right in front of him. You may as well have been shaking and even more when he looked at your lips for a split second.

He nearly got distracted just thinking about those possibly identical plump lips that took his cock so well but he had to get his head out of the gutter.

Then the slightest bit of gaslighting came only to make it seem like this was just a friend annoyed his friend didn’t do some work for him.

A perfect facade.

Your blank look after that nearly had him wanting to confess but he wanted more. He needed that 100% confirmation and couldn’t act properly until he had it.

If this “Rosie Angel” really was you, he didn’t want to scare you off. So he took another break from going to the brothel, as much as it physically pained him.

Whether it was you or not, he needed that throat taking his cock again but lord even better would be to just be inside-

No.

He was getting way too ahead of himself but he couldn’t help it, after all this was possibly the best case scenario for him.

As perverted as it was he wanted it to be you so badly. Maybe a bit selfish on his end or just his consciousness realizing his horny and maybe romantic thoughts towards you are becoming evidently worse than usual, he didn’t care.

So for a week straight he just dealt with the horniness with his own fist and tried his hardest to not get a boner whenever you were near because his brain just made him believe it was you who took his cock. The pavlov theory really did a number on his routine.

It was a challenge but he was also able to do regular ole missions with you. He conditioned himself to not have those thoughts when lives could be at stake, when he was doing his job as Spider-Man.

At the end of the week when he was already planning on going back to the brothel is when he got texts from both Lola and Estelle that the rookie was getting switched to room 1 and he was beyond thrilled.

Them not hearing the end of how much he liked the rookie’s service along with the amount of how much he paid plus tipped that night made them laugh at how fast he got obsessed, but little do they know just how much he’s been losing his mind.

This may as well have been a dream come true for him but he still needed that 100% confirmation. And there was one easy way to do that.

One that he should’ve thought of way sooner but better late than never.

He only tracked people’s watches when it was absolutely necessary, and this felt very necessary so he didn’t hesitate.

“Lyla can you-“

“Yep!”

He rolled his eyes and groaned, at this point he’s just becoming predictable and he hates that his AI knows what he’s thinking.

“She is…” her eyes widen and he can’t handle the anticipation.

“Where Lyla? Where is she?” He asks desperately, needing that confirmation or for her to deny it to just throw this whole idea out of his head.

“She is at your favorite place!” She says and without another word he opens a portal straight to the alleyway by the brothel since he was already dressed properly.

Lyla disappeared without another word, already knowing the routine but having a feeling this one would be slightly different for him.

He quickly closed the portal and looked around to where your watch could be. Maybe to call it irresponsible later because technically it could get into the wrong hands but he had bigger matters into his hands.

He was finally going to fuck you, and because of Lola’s clumsy manner of saying his name that night he was almost certain that you knew it was him. Now all he was thinking was why you didn’t have the courage to confront him all week?

He was losing his mind all week but then figured you might’ve also been the same way, maybe even worse because he paid you generously.

Finally after some loud beeps letting him know where the watch was he found an array of webs by some trash bags. Subtle.

He sighed noticing it was untouched and started walking towards the entrance. Now was when the horny thoughts came in and he didn’t bother to stop them this time.

It wasn’t the most ideal way to fuck you but nonetheless he’s finally gonna do it.

He took his phone out and quickly texted Lola he was outside so they could get straight to it. He walked in and there was a line of men giving money to Estelle while they murmured about fucking such a perfect pussy.

It was to no surprise they were talking about the rookie, you, of course. It only had him grow more excited that he stuck three fingers up then made a zero to Estelle so she can get the hint that’s how much extra time he wanted with you.

He only did this on special occasions, so of fucking course he was going to do that tonight of all nights.

She rolled her eyes and nodded then waved him off while she counted the bills that were going to be all for you.

He walked past the men and there was Lola with the most obnoxious smirk on her face which only prompted him to roll his eyes.

“Took you long enough Mig.” She jokes with a chuckle then turns to walk towards the long hallway.

“Couldn’t really help myself.” He says with a slight shrug making her snicker.

He turned to look at her and her lips were in a straight line trying so hard to not laugh. She coughs then chuckles, “just never seen you so… well not pussy drunk but after tonight I’m sure you will be.”

Only now did he pay attention to the melody of different moans and whimpers that were up ahead. It only had him wondering which were yours and how angelic they’d sound as he first slips inside you.

Just like that he felt his pants getting tighter and the anticipation was killing him.

“You have no idea.” He murmurs, making her chuckle again.

“Y’know sharing is caring around these parts.” She joked, making him groan.

“We’ll have to see about that.” He scoffs with another eye roll.

“Was a week too long for you? Too pent up?” She teased and pouted at him, earning herself a laugh from him.

“Yeah something like that..” he mumbled, not exactly willing to give her the explanation she so desperately wants to know.

She’s yet to know about his actual main job and not the half lie that he’s a geneticist. He wants to keep it that way, mainly for her safety.

They made a left turn and Lola cleared her throat to prepare her preppy voice. Miguel laughs and grins, “time to take our acting skills to the test yet again.”

This time she rolled her eyes and stuck her middle finger up as they enter the first room. She brought her hands down and Miguel folded his arms against his chest as all the men looked at her just because of the loud clicks of her heels.

There he was beside her looking like a guard dog when really he was just making sure no one fucked with her when she does her job.

Meanwhile you were on the left side of the room in the middle slot fucking yourself back into the man that was pounding into you. After a few strokes he finished inside you and pulled out.

Lola made a gesture with her finger to the line of men that were behind you to beat it because someone with more money than them wanted a turn.

It was basically an unspoken rule to leave when Lola appeared.

Thankfully they all scrambled and that’s mostly just because of the big man next to her and also the fact that they know Miguel would beat them to a pulp if necessary like he has done before to previous assholes.

Miguel was somehow already rock hard and just seeing you in that position was enough for precum to leak in his boxers. He was fucking ready and beyond excited but the smallest bit of nervousness was also in the mix.

What if he came too fast? Or all of a sudden wasn’t good enough? Or if he moaned out your name?

“Here’s our rookie! She just got moved up front today actually!” Lola says excitedly as if you both didn’t know that already.

“Dropped in at the perfect time then huh?” He says and is now stood behind you, admiring your ass and dripping pussy.

Just so fucked out. Probably haven’t came either because men are just so greedy. He needs to be the one to change that.

“As if this isn’t your usual time Miguel.” She says and he nearly couldn’t stop the eye roll because of her playful tone.

Ignoring her, he started to unbuckle his pants because he was growing impatient and you were right in front of him. Looking so gorgeous with your ass out and now creamy pussy.

He pulled his pants down along with his boxers making his hard cock spring up against his stomach. Lola snickers for a second before walking away and off to find her next client.

Then he grabs his cock and rubs the tip against your folds then slides it down to your clit. He was already fucking aching to feel you so he didn’t hesitate to tease your hole, dipping the tip in slightly then pulling it away.

You were oddly quiet this time and he hated it. So he slammed into you and finally you let out a loud moan.

So pretty.

“Good girl.” He moans and places his hands on to your hips, moving it back into him.

You let out a whimper then sounded muffled and he couldn’t have that so he starts pounding into you so quick that you were back to moaning for him again.

He was letting out his own moans, he couldn’t be bothered to be quiet. This really was a dream come true and your pussy was pure heaven.

You were perfectly tight and he regretted not making a move before. Who would really care about him being an unprofessional boss?

No one would ever have the nerve to complain or do anything of the sort to his face.

He was now fucking you deeper and deeper, making sure to hit his hips against yours with every thrust. His eyes were nearly rolling to the back of his head and he was somehow already starting to feel that all too familiar feeling in his abdomen.

You were just squeezing him so perfectly and he couldn’t have ever guessed this would be happening two weeks ago.

A part of him felt a bit bad, a very small, tiny part. But your moans could got rid of that part and he couldn’t be bothered to care. He’ll deal with the consequences later.

For now, he desperately wanted to make you cum and fill you up.

He looked down at your perfect ass and smacked it before alternating between both cheeks which caused them to become a bit red. ���Fuck baby- you feel so good wrapped around my cock like that." He moaned out and started fucking you harder, leaving you a whimpering mess.

“Fuckkk-“

He then started slowing down slightly and started hitting deeper, now hitting that sweet spot with every thrust. "Mmm fuck yes- please!" You cried out and move your ass up against him making him groan.

He smacked it and continued his pace letting out grunts and moans because you just felt so fucking good. "Oh god yes- just like that. Please don't stop-" you moaned and he just shook his head as if you could see him.

He then switched his pace now going faster, and fucking you harder again, leaving you a pretty whimpering mess for him.

One thing he was wishing for was being able to see your face, oh how badly he wanted to see how good you’d look.

How your face is looking right this instant. All he could see was the way your legs started to shake and he could tell you were close as well.

You were letting out the sweetest little cries for him after bringing a hand down to start rubbing your clit and they were only helping him get that much closer to the edge.

He continued his pace but with how perfect you sounded, he started to twitch inside you which resulted in you clenching against him, making you both moan.

He felt so fucking close and he could tell you right there with him, "Fucking cum for me pretty girl- fuck- please cum for me baby." He groans and you cry out, your whole body shaking as Miguel holds you steady as he came inside you.

Your walls were entrapping him as he completely slowed down, riding his climax. "I fucking knew you'd feel so good angel." He murmurs and slowly pulls out.

You whine as soon as he slipped out of you which only had him grinning ear to ear. He happily watched all his cum leak out of your pussy and chuckled when you clenched against nothing. Poor thing.

He sighed and tried to control his breathing as he pulled his boxers and pants up because there was no way he had another in him.

His worst nightmare, he did cum too fast.

He’d just have to make it up to you.

So as you calmed yourself down as soon as he heard Lola’s heels he ushered her over and told her to tell Estelle to not let anyone fuck you for half an hour because he still wanted to pay for it but to use it to give you a break.

“You’re such a good man Mig.” She says and gives him a genuine smile.

He waved her off and looked at the mess below your legs. It was a lot and hopefully you wouldn’t be doing this for too long otherwise you’ll definitely have a reason to not go to work tomorrow and he wasn’t going to have that.

If it weren’t for Miguel’s generousity, you definitely would’ve been overstimulated to hell and back. You gladly took that half hour to calm down but then took another break because your legs were hurting.

Given you were getting used like a fleshlight for a straight hour before Miguel came along but he was just the one that pushed you over the edge.

You didn’t expect that was how your night was gonna go. You only stayed for another hour before deciding you couldn’t do anymore and went home. Not a singular man could give you an orgasm, only edging you for their own pleasure once again.

But not before hearing from Estelle that you didn’t ease yourself into it which had you groaning.

Once collecting your watch you just opened a portal right then and there. You closed it then went directly to the bathroom clean yourself up as fast as you could because you were ready to knock out.

After a few minutes of lazily cleaning up, you went into your room and took off all your clothes and quickly put on fresh new clothes. You then plopped onto your bed and immediately knocked out.

You woke up to the loud sounds of police sirens and cars screeching outside your window and it was times like these you wish you weren’t living in a crappy apartment.

You just groaned and covered your face with your body pillow, not wanting to wake up or even feel the sun hit you. Just stay home and relax because your body desperately needed it.

But you were more responsible than that.

So you groaned and threw your pillow to the side and looked over at your clock on your bedside table. 11:26 am.

“Shit!!” You mutter and jump out of bed only to fall straight to the floor.

You groaned and slowly got back on your feet, you steadied yourself and you were barely able to stand.

At this point it’d be so obvious.

You slowly walked to your bathroom praying a shower could ease the pain because you couldn’t go out saving lives if you couldn’t even fucking walk.

After your shower you felt a bit better, it relaxed your muscles and might barely be enough for you to go on about your day.

But you just might not go to the brothel tonight, so your body can take a break otherwise this whole ordeal might mess up with the most important part of your life.

You grab your suit and put it on before grabbing your watch and putting it on as well. You make a portal to HQ and walk towards it, mask in hand.

You ended up in the lobby and quickly made your way inside to see who you could help or if you could immediately join in on a mission.

Meanwhile Miguel was watching you on his screens very carefully. After last night he thought it was best to be upfront and honest, not just because it was morally correct but because he couldn’t handle doing everything he’s done and not even making it real.

Not behind his facade at the brothel of a rich lonely man, but as him.

As the guy who gives the orders around in your main job or the guy who sometimes goes on missions with you. Or even the guy who sometimes cracks up at the jokes you make but more importantly, as the guy who has grown to like you.

As Miguel O’Hara.

He realized that it was about time that he came to terms with his true feelings and after he’s done telling you, he’ll just have to wait for your reaction.

So he assigned Jess to take you on a handful of missions, all to catch easier anomalies because he knew you must’ve been tired. Then when you’d go to your universe, he’d wait until you got back and put his plan into action.

Finally after what seemed like the longest day imaginable, you made a portal from your universe to your apartment back at Earth-928.

You walked into your room, quickly closing the portal, and immediately plopped down onto your bed with a groan. You sighed and closed your eyes, thinking a little nap won’t hurt.

You scoot over making sure your whole body is on the mattress then laying your head against your pillow. But right when sleep was about to take over, you feel your phone buzz in your suit pocket.

You were going to ignore it until it buzzed again and you just groaned then turned to your side to pull it out. You looked at the lockscreen notifications and see it was a text from Lola.

With a furrowed brow you tap the message then unlock your phone. You scan through the text and your eyes quickly widen. She said someone was requesting for you at the one on one rooms.

Someone.

There was only one fucking person that came to mind and it brought instant anxiety to your body. Miguel had to have somehow figured out it was you because one on ones were, from what you’ve seen, the most expensive.

And if by some miracle it wasn’t him then you must’ve really been making good impressions.

You were unsure if it was a good idea to go, mostly because you feared the absolute worst. You really loved being a part of the Spider Society and would hate to not be a part of it just because you needed another job to make more money.

It would be the most unfortunate thing to happen but it made you realize it’s probably for the best to be upfront and honest. You knew from the start that it was him and it should’ve been top priority to tell him instead of keeping quiet about it.

And then proceeding to accept his money after the fact... It wasn’t technically stealing but it sure did feel like it so you’d have to return it as well.

You sighed, getting up and walking towards your closet to figure out what to wear. You eyes scanned through the side where you had your dresses and decided why not.

You grabbed a red velvet bodycon dress because if you were about to have a reveal and confrontation, you may as well look good for it.

After putting it on the dresser, you quickly went into the bathroom to take the quickest shower ever but completely avoiding your hair because there wasn’t time for it.

You got out, quickly scrambling back into your room to put on undergarments then the dress. You grabbed a pair of regular black heels, putting them on carefully then going back to your bed to put on your watch.

Realizing you couldn’t expose your watch, you turned to the small sofa by your bed and grabbed the leather jacket. You opened the portal to the alleyway then put the jacket on as you walked in.

You felt an immediate shiver as you walked onto the pavement. You closed the portal then walked towards the front entrance, trying to ignore the goosebumps on your body. Not only was it cold but you were nervous as fuck and that didn’t mix well.

You tried to shake the nerves but it was hard to. In a way, your life was on the line and heavily relied on a man who you somewhat have a decent relationship with. One who you have slowly been getting feelings for but that’s besides the point.

Now walking through the front door did not help ease your mind and only made it more real.

You went up to Estelle and she handed you the sheet, “still want the mask?”

You hummed, really thinking about it for a second but then nodded, “yes please.”

You signed in then she handed you a matching red mask while she grabbed the sheet. “Give me a second Rosie.” She says, holding a finger up and you nod as you put the mask on.

She then picks up a walkie talkie and speaks into it, “we need Lola up front.”

While you waited for Lola you tried to calm yourself down. Silently praying it wouldn’t be him. But if it was him then praying it wouldn’t be the end of the world.

You faced away from Estelle and took deep breaths, wanting this to be as fast as ripping a bandaid off.

Finally you heard Lola’s clicks and you looked to your left to find her walking up to you, “and the rookie upgrades once again!”

You chuckle then follow her lead to the stairway as Estelle wished you luck.

You’ll need it.

“How are you feeling?” She asks as you start to climb up.

“Nervous.” You mumble and quickly go up the stairs to catch up and stand next to her.

“Aw it’s okay. I remember my first time and you just gotta be honest with the guy. Communication is key for this scenario and set ground rules on what is, and isn’t okay.” She advises and you nod along.

The last part really got to you and made you realize how wrong you’ve gone about this. Maybe being honest after you sucked his dick would’ve been better than now.

Hell you weren’t so sure the booked room was even going to be used as intended, but hopefully the walls were thick.

“Oh and don’t worry about the walls, they’re better than the ones downstairs.” She adds as you made it to the second floor.

She walks ahead of you and for the most part the hall was quiet. That was until you walked past the doors and could barely hear the faint sounds of moans.

This floor looked like it was recently remodeled, fresh wallpaper, bulbs that actually worked. Huge difference from the main floor.

You walked past like eight doors, being that this floor was like an apartment hallway and it seemed they were booked early.

Finally she stopped at the number ten and motioned towards the door, “here you are. If you need anything just shoot me a text.”

You quickly nodded, reaching for your jacket pocket but realizing you forgot to grab your phone before leaving.

Well it was too late for that now.

“Have fun!” She chirped and walked away from you, going back the way you came from.

You took a deep breath then let it out and repeating it until your heart beat stopped racing. Once you finally felt emotionally and physically ready you grabbed the doorknob and opened the door.

You walked in and closed the door shut behind you, looking straight at the bed but more importantly at the familiar figure sitting on the end of it.

You held your breath and you felt your mouth run dry, shit.

He slowly turned to look at you, once his eyes met yours and that’s when you knew that he knew.

His eyes alone proved it.

You walked towards him when he stands up and turns to face you. He kept his hands to himself as you got closer until you were stood right in front of him.

His eyes bored into yours and if looks could kill, that is not what his were saying at all. It was surprisingly the opposite. His eyes were soft and warm, quite the distinction from how they usually were which made it all the more confusing.

You gulped and decided you had to be the one to start, it was only right. “Miguel I-“

But it seemed he had a different plan.

“No, please, let me go first.” He cuts you off and you’re instantly confused.

“Just starting off by saying I’m not mad, hell quite the opposite..” he starts, muttering the last part and you gasp because what.

“Also I didn’t immediately know right after the first night, I had to do some investigating before bringing it up to you to make sure that it really was you.” He says and you slowly nod.

“I did have the thought it was you after you didn’t come in the next day, bright and early like usual but couldn’t base it off just that.” He explains making you chuckle.

“You’re too smart for your own good.” You respond and he shrugs.

“I only thought of using the tracker on your watch the day you were switched to the first room so don’t give me too much credit.” He admits earning himself a scoff.

“Our watches have trackers….” You say dumbfounded with wide eyes and he just stays silent.

“Anyway… so what are your reasons for not telling me? Given that Lola said my name by accident so you definitely knew.” He changed the topic because he wanted to know bad, he’s been wanting to know all week.

“I uh.. well I guess because I was mainly thinking you were going to curse me out or fire me and I didn’t want to lose my place at the Spider Society.” You admitted then quickly added, “and because we- I, y’know… y-yesterday- well I j-just- I didn’t know how to.”

Your face burned up quick and seeing him in the flesh while thinking of everything you did was just something else.

Just last night he was-

You were bent over-

No. No time to think about it. It was not the time.

Suddenly it felt like the room grew hotter and your nerves were coming back again. What was it he said to start this all off with? Opposite of mad? The hell did that mean?

Your mind was going thousands of miles an hour right now so you were lost as fuck and not in the mood for mind games. “So what’s the opposite of mad?” You ask and he sighed.

His hand reached out to your face and he pulled up the mask then threw it to the floor. Seeing your face and now visually confirming it with his own eyes, he knew what he had to do.

“I just think that what happened doesn’t mean the end of the world..” he murmurs and you feel your heart start to race.

No fucking way-

“So what you're saying is we don’t have to pretend it didn’t happen?” You quietly ask and he slowly nods, “I think I’d prefer that.”

“Why's that?” You whisper and gulp. Was this really happening?

“I was kind of hoping it was you..” he says and takes another step closer to you.

“Listen you know I’m not good at talking about things like this- it’s just- well recently I’ve-“ he stammered and was avoiding your eyes.

You bring a hand up to his face and make him look at you, “we could do this outside of the brothel.” You suggest and he nods.

His cheeks were warm against your hands, your heart was beating out of your chest, and this all just felt so right. You could tell where things were going and you were happy this is how things were turning out. This was something you never thought you’d ever get to do with him but yet it was nice.

Well it was better than nice, it was something you’ve wanted for a while but were too scared to admit it.

“I should’ve just told you sooner- about last night-“ he couldn’t even finish either sentence so you took another step closer, now being as close as you can be.

“You don’t have to explain yourself.” You whisper, moving your hands down to wrap them around his neck, “not right now anyway.”

His eyes scanned you, looking for any discomfort or hint of uneasiness but there was no sign of either.

He quickly wrapped one arm around your waist and the other to your jaw, pulling you in for a kiss. You kissed him back without a second thought immediately knowing this is what you wanted.

It’s what you both wanted all along.

So because of that, the kiss quickly went from soft and sweet to hot and heavy within mere seconds. Your hands were all over each other, quickly scrambling to take off clothes while also getting a proper feel for each other's bodies.

Your hands were on his biceps as he took your jacket off and threw it behind him. You pulled away for a split second so he can help you get on the bed but not before he took a look at your wrist. “Oh we’re having a talk about your watch later.”

“Fuck yeah we are because what did you mean by tracker-“ you test and raise an eyebrow.

He just waved you off, grabbing onto your back as he helped you lay down on the middle of the bed while he hovered over you. “Like I said, later.” He responded making you playfully roll your eyes.

That was when he grabbed onto your wrist and slipped said watch from it and he reached over, placing it on to the bedside table, before doing the same to his, “you take it off during sex?” You ask and fight back a laugh.

“Well I see you technically did the same…” he mumbled and went down to kiss you from your jaw then slowly going down.

“Whatever..” you mutter and bring your hands to his head, running your fingers through his slicked back hair.

He left soft kisses along your neck while running his hands up and down your body, now taking a proper feel for himself. This could technically count as your first, since you’re seeing each other and not blocked off by a wooden wall. Hopefully it'll be the first of many in your near future because he was already obsessed.

He sucked on your neck, making sure to leave a mark then licking it softly. He kissed down your neck, then to your collarbone and then down to your cleavage. He could take his time and really savor the moment, and you but he was too impatient and insatiable to wait.

He lowered himself down, kissing your stomach over your dress then going down even lower. He kissed your thigh and kept going to which point he lifted your left leg up just to continue his trail. He sat up and kissed your ankle gently then grabbed your heel and took it off.

He put that leg down then went to grab the next. He held it up gently, taking the heel off and putting the pair on the floor below him. He kissed your ankle then started coming up fast so he laid back down, licking eyes with you the whole time until he was right between your thighs.

His arms spread your legs and he got closer, kissing your inner thigh then switching to the other. He looked at the red panties and groaned because he was able to smell your arousal already. His heightened smell helped but even then the small indent of your slick wasn’t helping you either way.

“Didn’t have a chance to do this yet.” He mutters as he grabs the fabric, pulling it to the side and nearly drooling at the sight.

“But you knew it was me last night, right? You technically could’ve.” You teased, making him chuckle.

“Too impatient once I realized it was you.” He murmurs, looking up at you, “like you are now?” You retort and he nods.

He looks back down and dives right in, licking at your folds to have a proper taste and now he’s glad he saved it for right now.

He moaned against you as your sweet arousal filled his mouth, somehow tasting even better than he could have ever imagined. His tongue went up and flicked your clit while his left arm wrapped around your thigh.

Maybe actually seeing him, just clicked in your brain that it really was him all along.

He added the first finger in, sliding it in so easily as he went back up to suck on your clit. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as you moaned his name, subconsciously grinding against the mattress to feel some sort of pleasure himself.

And of course your moans were also angelic, that should not have been a surprise since he heard them already but yet it was. He slid his finger out then back in before piling it in and out at a fast pace right off the bat, “oh fuck Miguel- just like that baby-“ you moaned and felt your eyes flutter.

The pleasure was already making you dizzy but it might just be the fact that he admitted he wanted it to be you that played a part in making your head spin. How he could suck at anything that involves feelings but be amazing at showing it, was beyond you.

He pulled away, eyes on your pretty face as his glistening lips turned into a smile. Even if he did wait to confess to more than just one thing, he felt content with how he did it. At least it made sense in terms of your relationship.

Your arousal was already dripping down his finger and it had him needing more.

So he added a second finger, and licked his lips as you locked eyes with you, “that feel good angel?” He murmurs and you quickly nod.

“Fuck yes- yes it does.” You whine as he pumps them harder into you.

“Doing so good for me too baby. Fuck I need to be inside you again.” He moans, making your walls clench against his fingers.

“Mm you like that huh? God there was nothing I wanted more than to just take you out of the box and bring you up here.” He murmurs and it makes you shake.

“I wouldn’t have complained.” You say with a grin as he groans.

“Can we switch? I need you.” You offered and didn’t even mean to sound so desperate but he couldn’t say no.

“Are you sure?” He asks, just to make sure because he’d love to still give you pleasure.

He’d be there between your legs for hours if you’d let him.

You nod and let go of his hair, “need you in my mouth again too.”

His eyes roll back before laying back on you and he slowly slips his fingers out then sits up. You quickly get on top of him and start grinding yourself against the hard imprint of his dick. He brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean as you did so, the eye contact feeling so intimate.

Your hands were on his shoulders, steadying yourself as he moved you both to the top of the mattress. You push him down and he takes his fingers out of his mouth when you suddenly pull him in for a kiss.

He kissed back and slid his tongue inside your mouth so you could taste yourself as well. You could taste it so easily and it had your head spinning again.

You break away and go down his body, quickly unbuttoning his dress shirt because you needed a peek. Your hands trail along his pecs and go down the line of his abs as you gawk at his body.

Of course that tight fitting suit left nearly nothing to the imagination.

You knew he was fit, but this was the body sculpted by Greek Gods themselves because he looked so fucking good.

You broke out of your little trance and went down lower until you were between his legs, hands already working on his belt as he spoke, “not spending too much time on this, I need you.”

You fought back a moan as you undid his belt and quickly did the button then lowered the zipper, “whatever you say, boss.”

His cock twitched right before your eyes and you quickly pulled it down making it spring up and hit his stomach. You grabbed it and the tip was leaking so much, you licked it off making sure to swallow before spitting on it then stroking him with both hands.

You got closer then opened your mouth and put it inside, instantly bobbing your head since it seemed you were both impatient. He moans and his hands went to your head, just petting it for now. You pull away just for a second to make things clear, “you can fuck my throat again if you want.”

“As good as it was, we’re gonna have to save it for another time.” He murmured and you nod then got right back to work.

You made sure to take him all the way down until his hairs started tickling you and your throat was filled then went back up just to immediately go back down, “fuck baby- doing so good, you like taking my cock huh?”

You moaned, squeezing your legs together as you nodded with your mouth full, “good girl- such a good fucking girl.” He murmured and you looked up at him through your lashes.

“Need you so bad baby, fuck-“ he moans and you felt your pussy clench around nothing.

Suddenly he pulls you off and he wipes your drool away with his hand while you quickly sit up, “how do you want me?”

“On your back, wanna look at you.” He says and you lay down.

You spread your legs as much as you could handle as he positions himself between your thighs. His hands rub the back of your thighs gently as he teases you with just the tip. He slips it in then right back out making you pout, “Miguel please.” You whined and he just grinned.

“Need it so bad baby? How bad do you want it?” He murmurs and you gulp.

“So fucking badly. It was on the back of my mind all day, just needed you to fuck me.” You admit and he groans before slipping it in.

He pushed himself all the way in and then pulled back just to slam back into you making you both moan. You nearly forgot how thick he was but you didn’t need time to adjust, it was like a perfect fit already.

He started to move instantly, desperate to make you both cum because those moans were gonna be the death of him. You squeezed him to fucking perfection and he was happy you felt the same way because he wasn’t so sure how he would’ve moved on from such a perfect girl with a perfect pussy if you didn’t.

His thrusts were fast and his hips were meeting yours as he started going harder, “fuck- if I cum fast again it’s not my fault.” He says in between breaths making you laugh.

“Oh so it’s mine?” You teased and he instantly nods.

“You fit like a fucking glove-“ he grunts, making you moan.

His hands suddenly came up to your chest, bringing the top of your dress down and the bra too before his hands started to squeeze your tits in his hands, “perfect tits too, fuck you’re perfect.”

Your walls entrapped his cock, making every thrust feel even better. His fingers pinched your nipples as your hands just grabbed his arms, wanting to feel absolutely everything, “Fuck Miguel just like that- don’t stop-“

“Don’t plan on it.” He mutters then groans.

You felt even better than last night which he didn’t think was even possible.

Your juices were making a ring around his base which had him losing his mind once he noticed. He focused on going harder and deeper now since he was able to tell that he was sadly already getting close.

How it was possible that your body did this to him twice on back to back nights was crazy, but he was really surprised because it was you, of all people.

“After this I don’t think I’ll need to come back here.” He says, making you melt, “Yeah? Found what you needed?”

“Mmm I sure hope so.” He purrs and you grab onto his shirt and pull him close to you.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him as close as possible which made him hit your sweet spot with every thrust, “fuck! Oh my fuck-“

“Oh baby- god you’re fucking perfect.” He moans as you wrap your arms behind his neck.

He leaned his forehead against yours as you moaned in sync every time he hit your sweet spot. You breathed against each other, just living in the moment and relishing that this was real.

You brought a hand down and started rubbing your clit because you felt that too familiar feeling building in your stomach and wanted to be able to cum with him. He could feel you clench against him even more now and he could feel his own orgasm on fast approach.

That’s when his brain decided to make a heartfelt confession, “Y’know I think I’ve a-always liked you- just too stubborn for my own good sometimes.”

You gasped then tried to keep your eyes open and on his as he continued, “Please be mine, I’ll take care of you, anything you need I’ve got you. Just need you like this and to always by my side.”

You whimpered and nodded, your heart racing fast and the butterflies mixing with your incoming orgasm overwhelming you, “yes- fuck yes absolutely-“

He then leaned in and smashed his lips against yours, he slid his tongue inside your mouth and immediately fighting for dominance as he started to twitch inside you. He moaned against your mouth and you just kept the sloppy kiss going as long as you could.

Just then both your orgasms came crashing down and you were letting out combinations of mewls and whines as he groaned and spilled his load as deep as he could. Your bodies molded together, you brought your hand up then caressed his arms as his hand was on your jaw, light stroking your cheek as you came down from your highs.

He pulled away from your mouth and leaned his forehead to yours as you both panted. His thumb stroked your cheek softly as he slowed down then slowly started to pull out but you stopped him, “wait- not yet. Let's just stay like this for a while.”

“I don’t wanna crush you though.” He murmurs then flips onto his back slowly.

You held onto him and laid your head on his chest, now bringing your right hand up to his chest. You were able to hear his heart beat and it made you smile, feeling a new sense of happiness and tranquility.

He held you gently, stroking your head as he attempted to calm his rapid breathing. Your presence helped, with just hearing your soft breaths, his slowed down and he felt overall happy that this is how things ended.

He didn’t think he’d be lucky enough for something like this to happen to him but he’ll never take it for granted. He’ll take care of you and treat you like he should’ve been doing this whole time.

And you’ll do the exact same.

[yuyu1024]

Vanilla

Pairings: Seonghwa × y/n

Genre/tags: non idol, fwb

Warning: 🔞🔞🔞 smut, fluff, pet names (babes, baby, love etc.), cursing, mention of fingering, unportected/protected sex, kinks (size, breeding, tits, etc)

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Disclaimers:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

A/N: just smut. Just had an idea becausw of that clip.. 😆 i swear im a good person.

Anyways. Have a nice day

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You fell asleep in the car. Wooyoung is driving, San is at the passenger seat at front while you and Seonghwa are at the back.

You do get car sick a little especially if its a long drive so you force yourself to sleep whenever you are travelling. But you are glad Seonghwa is sitting next to you and so he can be someone you can lean on when you don't feel the best. Coz you know, for sure he will do whatever it takes to make you feel better.

Hmm...sometimes a little too better.

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While Wooyoung and San are busy arguing at front, talking about something who is right or wrong when it comes to planning this short trip, Seonghwa is busy making sure you forget about feeling dizzy. He knows that the magic of his fingers in your pussy will be the trick to get your senses up high.

"So fucking tight..." He whispers as he pretends to fix the blanket you have on both of you, to cover the sinful act underneath. "But you take my fingers so well..." he smiles as he dig deep in you, like knuckles deep.

"Hmmm..." you try to control your breathing and make sure you are quiet. "Faster..." you push your body closer to Seonghwa as he puts his free hands over your shoulders so that you are leaning on his body. "Faster..."

"Baby... they will hear it if I go faster... you're so fucking wet." He whispers, bending his fingers in your to prove his point. You can literally hear your wetness. You are so glad that the two are playing some music. It helps with thr cover up

You close your eyes, enjoying the friction and the motion inside of you whilst hugging his torso for support. He is pushing in and out of your pussy slow but deliciously.

"I'll go and buy snacks... you guys want any?" Wooyoung asks as he parks the car.

"I want everything." San answers all smile. "But I need to go to the bathroom first. I need to pee really bad."

"Okay... go there first then just follow me to the food section." Woo says

"A bottle of water and lemonade for us... potatoes, hotteoks and dried squid." Seonghwa answers

Wooyoung looks back and sees that you are sweating and looking a bit pale. "Is she still not feeling well?"

"She's doing better... she just does not want to move yet coz she still feels dizzy..." Seonghwa answers. "I'll keep her company while you two buy food and drinks."

"Okay. I'll put the AC on blast to cool her down..." Woo did that. "Text us if you think of anything more that you need okay?"

"Sure."

And then the second, Wooyoung and San slam their doors shut and make their way to the bathroom and the foodcourt, you finally opened your eyes and mouth to let the loudest moan you've been holding on for the longest minute.

"Fuck!" You gasp pushing the blanket off your body, revealing Seonghwa's busy hands finger fucking you. "Damn it...fuck...so fucking good... aaahhh..."

Your hips kept moving along with his movements. You can't help but spread your legs even more for him to see your wet pussy.

You don't even give a damn if a someone walking pass by the car might see you. Though you know you are safe as the car is tinted and its so bright outside that they won't even have time to really adjust their vision.

"You're such a good girl keeping quiet..." he kisses you on the forehead and then your lips. "You're so naughty wanting me to go faster... do you want Wooyoung and San to hear us? Do you enjoy having the idea of us getting caught? Hmm...?"

You grab him by his face and suck the life out of his mouth. Seonghwa really knows how to turn you own and make you feel so naughty. The way he speaks to you and his choice or words. Simple yet very effective for someone vanilla you. "God, I can't wait to put my dick in you once we arrive at the hotel..." he hits the spot in you as he speaks, "And I would fill you up with my cum and make sure you'd come home with wanting more..."

"Yes! Please!" You cry. "I want you in me..."

"You do?" He smirks and then playfully bites your tit. "You're not scared? I didn't bring any condom with me..."

"I don't care. Just.. ahh!" You take a deep breathe as he picks up his pace "Seonghwa...more faster... please.... I need to come... I'm going crazy!"

"Sssshh.... don't worry... I'll give you what you need." His smile is so evil. But so alluring.

You can't believe it that your friend, one of your bestfriend will be the guy who would wreck you like this. The guy who will give thrill into your sex life. The guy you are willing to be fucked by without protection even though technically you two are not dating.

You're just... fucking.

"S-seonghwa... please!"

He then pulls his fingers off you, getting a whine from you. However, that didn't last long as he positioned you to face him and looks at you like you are about to be devoured.

He goes to put both your legs over his shoulders to have more access and dive his face to your pussy.

"Holy fuck!!" You groan as you felt his tongue go ham over your wet folds. He eats you like its his breakfast, lunch and dinner all together. "Fucking fuck!" You throw your head back, holding on to whatever you can grab on and cry your climax like you've never climaxed before.

This is one heck of an orgasm. You leaked and at the same time cried with tears of satisfaction.

"You're so delectable..." he says licking his lips that is glossed up by your cum. "Let me clean you up baby..." he finds a small towel in his bag and wiped you up. "I don't want them to see your juices... its all mine to taste and see..."

"My... underwear..." you say, catching your breathe as you fix yourself up.

"What underwear?" He tilts his head, biting his lower lip.

"Seonghwa..." you giggle as you hit him om his chest. "Give it back to me..."

He shakes his head. "No baby..." he leans in and kisses you on the lips. You can taste yourself as he pushes his tongue in your mouth. "I'll return it... once I'm done planting my seeds in you tonight... I need to see you get mind blown later..."

"I'm always mind blown when we fuck... you know that."

He arches one brow and looking at you with suched pleased look. "Oh baby, it's different when it's raw... you'll like it even more..."

"I can't wait."

He kisses you on the corner of your lips once more before he puts the blanket back on you. "I'll text you my room number and code later."

[anonymooseforever007]

Wanna Buy You A Drink

(Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: It's been five months since Bob's seen his wife, and aside from Natasha he had yet to mention her to his team. He calls it privacy, she jokes it's internalised possessiveness. But tonight, with Penny's help at the Hard Deck, more than one person is in for a surprise. After all, who doesn't love a good innuendo?

A/N- Hi y'all! No TWs I think, a good few innuendos and one joke about making babies but nothing actually happens. I've been trying to finish this one for a while and am very happy with how it turned out! P.S incase y'all didn't know the Thunderbirds are the US Air Force's professional flight team that does really amazing tricks and skills and the Blue Angels are the ones for the US Navy! Both groups are so amazing to see in person and I just wanted to make a little Navy Vs. Air Force rivalry joke about them!😊 Enjoy❤️

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He didn't know you were coming.... or so soon at least.

The last time you had spoken to your husband was a few days ago while trying to find a flight to San Diego for next month. The two of you had texted of course, and you had even gotten a few awkwardly taken selfies of the man with the sunset behind him. Neither you nor your husband enjoyed having your photo taken, so seeing him take time to step out of his usual comfort zone was always touching. Besides, you would never tell him (nor would he tell you), but there was a growing album in your phone of sneakily taken photos, though blanket holes or around house walls when the other wasn't looking. These little albums you each had "hidden" helped the burden of the distance seem less harsh, especially in the times when Bob's job kept him farther way than usual.

Despite the top secret mission he had been sent on being completed, your husband was still assigned to say in the city for an undetermined amount of time. Evidently the higher ups decided they liked how well the crew had flown and wanted to keep them together. Tired of being alone and wanting to have a little fun in the Sunny City, you decided to make an early appearance. Luckily, you had already managed to find a job in the city that was just a different branch of where you worked before. They were also kind enough to give you a two weeks leave of your own to make the move and see your husband. Your husband knew you would to join at some point, only he thought you wouldn't be getting in until late next month. So he would be very surprised in a few hours when he found you at one of the navy's top aviator hangouts that night.

It was a bar called the Hard Deck. You remembered your husband mentioning it a few times through your communications, as where him and his fellow officers liked to go after a long day. A quick google search rendered a fruitful find, and ten minutes after getting your rental car, you were on your way. It barely 5:30 by the time your reached the bar, Aviators and Civilians alike had just begun to pour through the bar doors. But by 6:00 you were sure the place would be packed. So you quickly searched for a seat, always rubbing your right thumb over your left wrist to calm your nerves. 

In the centre of the building, a beautiful older beautiful woman moved around the main bar serving drinks with ease. 'Penny' you though to yourself, remembering Bob mentioning her a few times when the bar came up. Apparently in addition to running the bar she also had close connections to the the Top Gun program herself, namely with a certain Captain who helped lead the last Mission. You smiled to yourself as you saw the sign by the bar serving a warning to those who would disrespect women or the navy. Maybe this woman could help you with your fun. When it became your turn to order you smiled at Penny...

"Hi! I was actually hoping I could send a drink to someone else if that would be alright?"

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Bob was tired. There was no particular reason why he was tired today, he just was. Training had gone smoothly and Hangman hadn't been too much of an pain either. All and All, today had actually been one of the least stressful days since he first arrived nearly five months ago. But for some reason Bob just felt off today, he chalked it up to having not spoken to you in a few days. Speaking to you always made him feel better, even when it was only for a few minutes. And having not seen you in person for five months made him long for something from you even more.

But these last few days had been busy, and then earlier today he had tried calling, but it hadn't gone through. This didn't worry him too much as he knew you occasionally turned your phone off during days when you really needed to focus on work. Though it was unusual for you to be working so late, seeing as your time zone was a few hours ahead of his and he called at 4:30 his time. Since the call didn't go though he decide that the "secret" photo album he had of you would have to suffice for now. Neither of you liked having your photo taken, but quick images taken half under the counter and while one slept always made the other smile.

He had been so busy looking at photos he almost didn't notice the group's nightly arrival to the Hard Deck until Phoenix nudged him. Giving him that half secret smile showing she knew what he was looking at. While the rest of the group (and even Maverick to a degree) thought Bob was incapable of talking to a woman without stuttering, Tasha knew otherwise. Bob hadn't even tried to hide it when she had asked why he seemed so fond of rubbing his right thumb over his sleeved left wrist night the group met. She had done it in private, of course, and only wondered if it was a nervous habit of her new WSO. And it was a habit....only not Bob's.

It was something you had always done even before you got married, a comforting repetitive habit that both you and your husband shared. But it also held a deeper meaning as it held the symbol your love. 

When the two of you first decided to get married a few years ago you hadn't gotten rings, or at least ones you'd wear on a daily basis. Both your jobs often required plenty of hands on work, and you had both been worried about losing the rings during the day. So instead, a cheaper pair of matching rings was bought and a new tradition was made. Each of you carried the other's ring in your wallet. That way, even when far apart you could have a piece of the other with you. And when the two of you met up face to face again you'd once more exchange rings. 

But even that wasn't all.

 The pair of you had wanted something more so you had decided to get matching tattoos. They were small and identical and despite almost breaking Bob's hand holding it while getting yours (from fear of needles) the small design was now one of your greatest comforts. On the inside of each of y'all's left wrist were two small stick figures holding hands on a paper airplane. At first glance it may have seems silly to any stranger passing by. But to you and Bob it was everything. 

Bob had been the one to draw stick "You" and you had drawn stick "Bob" with his little glasses. You had also drawn the paper airplane as stickmen were the extent of Bob's artistic skills. Besides, the paper plane you believed would be funny at the time. A memorial of how you two had first met in high school, when your paper plane had accidentally collided with his face instead of your friend's desk during class one day. You hadn't even known he wanted to be a pilot until months later, but when you did learn he was quick to comment how one day he'd be more than happy to take you up in a plane, as long as your weren't the one flying it again (he didn't think his face could take it). Years later you still found it funny and Bob would sometimes catch you laughing to yourself tracing the black lines on his wrist while lying in bed. A moment of peace before you two would have been parted again. Bob didn't regret what he did for a job, and neither did you, but that didn't stop you two from wishing to be together more. 

Again Tasha nudged him, breaking Bob out of his reverie before the pair headed into the crowded bar. It was just after 6:15 and already packed. Bob knew he'd rather head home and try calling you again, but he had also promised Fanboy one more pool rematch, since Hangman had busted into their last one. Luckily, even though the bar itself was crowded, the pool tables were open.

A few minutes into the game, Hangman and Coyote went to order a round of drinks and came back talking. Apparently there was some "Gorgeous Doll" (Jake's words) sitting at the bar and the pair of aviators were arguing over who'd get the chance to "woo" her first. 

Bob wasn't paying too much attention to their conversation or very interested in finding out more about this mystery woman. As far was he was concerned not even Dolly Parton could top your beauty and Bob would openly admit that he'd had a minor(ish) crush on the country singer since he was a kid. It had even become a running joke between your families, the battle for Bob's heart between you and Dolly. 

When he'd gotten his wisdom teeth out at 17, his mother told him someone had come to see him. Poor Bob about cried upon realising it was you instead of Mrs. Parton, his "Angel Voiced Beloved". Oh how you wish his brother still had that video tape, but unfortunately it had "mysteriously vanished" after Bob had overheard his sisters mention trying to get it for the wedding video. But more fortunately, the drugs wore off and soo enough he'd come back to his senses, and since that one night you'd been the only one for him. And luckily for him, he'd been the only one for you. 

So even if he was slightly curious to see which of his friends would attempt their flirtations, or which ones would fail, for now he didn't put too much thought into it. The quicker he won the game the quicker he could try calling you again. 

Soon enough Hangman was called back over to the bar to retrieve the group's drinks and they once again settled in to continue the game. Bob was once again winning, and Javy sat aside beginning to wish he hadn't placed such a bet tonight while Tasha and Callie were already making plans in their heads for what to do with their prize money. The only ball Bob had left to hit was the eight ball, and thanks to a lucky slip on Fanboy's part, it was a shot as perfect as it was easy. 

Javy cursed under his breath while Tasha and Callie high-fived, and Rooster cheered raising his glass up almost dumping his drink on Jake's head. Fanboy hung his head in defeat while Bob just grinned. Bob wasn't a bragging man but he still did like to win...a lot. The Squad may have thought of Bob as the quiet and passive WSO, but they had yet to see how competitive he could be when challenged. They had seen plenty of dog fights in the sky, but nothing compared to the vicious chaos between the Floyd family when it came to the annual gingerbread house competition. Under that sweet smile and those large glasses hid an overly excited man-child basking in his victory. Ok... so maybe it had been a good idea to come tonight. Bob couldn't wait to call his wife and tell her about his achievement. After all she was the one who taught him to play.

A few minutes later the group of aviators had settled down again and a new game started. This time Rooster was up against Maverick himself, which always proved to be a good show, full of sneaky cheating and playful jibes. Bob was sitting by Callie and Tasha taking his share of the winnings. It was only 6:30 now and he knew his night owl of a wife wouldn't be asleep for a few more hours so he decided to watch a few more games between his friends before calling a cab home. 

Hangman and Coyote were still debating over whose turn it was to talk to the new woman at the bar. Evidently, they'd noticed her reoccurring glances towards the squad during the first game and were sure she was interested in one of them two. And to drive their beliefs further, the glances had been accompanied by a playful smirk "directed" to the two men who'd placed themselves behind an oblivious Bob as them game went on. 

It was a few minutes later Penny walk up to the Aviators carrying a drink in her hand and smirk on her face. 

"Someone sent over a drink for one you lot," she said, at once turning the entire groups' attention towards her. After all who didn't like a free drink? Usually the drinks in question were for sent for Tasha or Callie, the only two women in the whole squad, but occasionally one of the other aviators would be the recipient. No one would forget the time Ruben got a drink from a 60 something year old women in a sparkly dress. And it appeared this would be one of those times. 

With a smirk on her face she turned, setting the colorful drink down saying,

"Lieutenant Bob Floyd someone wants you to have sex on the beach."

Aside from quite humming of ice machine and the clatter of Maverick's pool stick it seemed as if all the sound has been sucked out of the Hard Deck. As if Penny's words has been some wicked spell freezing, all the group's inhabitants where stood still. A little ways away from the group, a woman sat with a growing grin on her face as she watched everything unfold. Just as Bob opened his mouth, his face now a red as his wife's lipstick, Penny delivered the final 'blow'. 

"It's double strong too, so I'd say someone really wants you to have it."

Bob looked like a fish. A really cute six foot tall fish with military issued glasses but still a fish. His eyes were wide and his mouth kept opening slightly before closing as if the words in his head were fully composed of silent letters. If one were to look into Bob's head and read his mind they'd be able read the flurry of responses and polite refusals streaming through his brain. It wasn't the first time he'd been sent a drink, but that never stopped him from going speechless when it happened. Now Bob was a married man. A very happily married man, but he still had an awful habit of getting flustered anytime showed interest in him. It was something that Y/N took special pleasure in, and there were times they went out with friends when she'd pretend she didn't know him just so she could relentlessly flirt and turn him red. To be fair he'd also done it to her a few times, but she had a habit of taking any flirting he did as a challenge. And then, while their friends fake gagged and smirked behind their backs, the night would be filled with flirty winks and innuendos until someone gave in and "agreed" to take the other to "their place".....wait a mi....

"I hope you don't mind I took the liberty of getting you a refreshment. Thought you might have deserved it after that wonderful win." 

Bob was grinning like an idiot before he even finished turning his head to the approaching voice. He didn't get out of his seat though as his head fell back to the ceiling with a hand over his face as the last of the embarrassment left him. Turning his head back to the women he smiled again as he began to laugh. He turned his body more towards her and noticed the dress she was wearing. Damn he loved that dress. It was the one she wore when they had gotten engaged. Looking at her lips she appeared to have the same lipstick on too.

"I hate you."

Words said without malice, quite the oppose actually, brought another laugh to Y/N's lips as after months apart she finally got to stand in-front of her husband. Eyes never leaving her husband's, she places a hand over her heart and gave a dramatic gasp.

"Well that is the most heartbreaking news I've ever heard darling. You see I was so impressed with your skills earlier, I was ALL set to propose. See I even got you a ring," and with that Y/N pulled her left hand back from her chest and revealed Bob's ring which had been sitting in her wallet for months now. Well, aside from almost every day when she'd fidget with it in her hands while on the phone with him or just because she missed him. And a little farther up from her palm was a small tattoo of two tiny stick people holding hands on a paper plane. In the back ground, Phoenix let out a small sound of joy of her own as she finally understood what was happening. Quickly she leaned over and explained to Callie, who also started to laugh. The rest of the aviators still stood in shock, not sure what was going on. They only knew that for some reason Bob "Blushes at the word boobies" Floyd was getting the attention of one very pretty women, apparently because he could play pool. 

Bob only stared at her hand for a moment longer before he finally stood from his chair and wrapped the woman in front of him in his arms. Spinning her around once before kissing her cheek he pulled back.

"Well, I guess I'll have to rethink my words then ma'am. In fact, I think I got a ring right here that may fit your style," he replied grinning as he pulled Y/N's ring out of his own pocket and wallet with a practiced ease done many times before. "You'll have to forgive me for not kneeling to do it now, I'll get my ass chewed out if I dirty this uniform," he joked looking down to the woman in his arms smiling back.

"It may not be typical or proper, but I certainly wouldn't want anything to happen to that lovely ass of yours....so I guess I'll accept," Y/N joked back, drawing out a few words for added affect, not really caring about the propriety of it just ecstatic to be with her other half again.

"PROPER?! I haven't seen you in five months and the first think you do is send someone to tell me you really want me to have sex on the beach. How's that's proper for ya! Not even a hello first," Bob laughed. As surprised as he was initially, he really did miss this little game of y'all's. It brought out a cheekier side of him his friends usually didn't see.

"Alrighty then," stepping back and picking up the drink in question with a smirk, Y/N raised it to her husband's eyesight, "Hello, Lieutenant Bob Floyd would you like to have sex on the beach?"

"Well I just don't know if that's something I can answer in public Mrs Floyd," he replied cheekily, still starting at his wife.

"MRS.FLOYD"

That was the collective statement from the remaining aviators as the couple was finally brought out of their own little world. Turing to face the company Bob stood with his arm around Y/N's waist proudly like a child at Christmas.

"Yeah, Mrs. Floyd. Been that way since I became the luckiest man on earth."

"And since I became the luckiest women. But all ah y'all are welcome to call me Y/N. Or you know... Mrs. Baby on Board. Though I guess we haven't gotten to that part yet, but, it has been five months after all."

Tasha followed, closely by Callie, was the first to approach as Rooster's pool stick fell to the table and Maverick started wacking a sputtering Jake on the back, after the latter choked on his drink with the final sentence. 

"Hi, I'm Natasha and this is Callie, callsigns Phoenix and Halo. I'm your husband's ..."

Before Natasha could even finish she was wrapped in a hug by Y/N.

"Ohh I know you!! Bobbie talks about you all the time! You're Black Widow! It's so nice to meet you!!"

"Black Widow," someone asked from the side, while Bob began to chuckle under his breath.

"Ohh right, sorry. I have a hard time with remembering names, so I like to make up helpful nicknames with Bob to remind me of who is who. Like Natasha is Black Widow because of Natasha Romanoff; and Callie is Catwoman because of Callico Cats; and there's also a Rocket Raccoon for whoever's Bradley; and I have a Peter Pan beca...."

"Yep I think they get it darling. No need to divulge all our secrets." Bob interrupted nervously, not quite wanting his team to know all his secrets yet. He'd also NEVER tell them that when you first learned about his job you'd compared him to the Thunderbirds. I mean the audacity of it all! Everyone knew the Blue Angles were superior! Those were some fighting words Bob assured you at the time. Callie and Tasha burst into grins, liking this more and more, while Y/N looked back a her husband with a fake look of innocence in her eyes. Meanwhile Penny, still with the group, wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes as Maverick gaped and Rooster got into a debate with Mickey if he was hotter than Bradley Cooper. Soon the laughter died down and Maverick stepped forward sticking out his hand.

"Well it sounds like you seem very good at giving callsigns of your own. Maybe we'll have to put you in charge of naming the new recruits Y/N. My callsign's Maverick but I'm guessing you know me as Peter Pan."

"Pleasure to meet you Maverick. I might just have to take you up in that offer. Heard a lot about you too. All of you in fact. I'm sorry for interrupting your game earlier, I've been waiting to do that for a long time. Your friend Penny was a brilliant help too." Y/N smiled and shook his hand. He had a welcoming smile that reminded her of her own father. She also sent a smile towards Penny who returned it with her own and took a step closer to Maverick. 

"No problem at all, it always nice to see couple's meeting again. I must admit the drink was a nice touch. Never seen an idea that creative yet." 

Stepping back towards her husband who put his waist around her once again, "Why thank you captain, I do suppose it's nice someone appreciates a good innuendo." Bob gave a small groan, but smiled as he buried his head into his wife's shoulder whispering how he did appreciate it and would show her how much later. Out of the corner of her eye Y/N caught a few more aviators still staring, though they seemed much less confused, now slowly settling in to of their quiet friend being married. "Though I believe there's a few more introduction left as well," She mentioned as she stepped towards the remaining group and shot a mischievous grin towards her husband, asking him a question without words.

"Oh just do it, they're gonna know eventually I guess," Bob laughed and looked at his wife with an equally mischievous look, finally taking a sip of his drink. After all, she'd probably let the names slip one day. This was going to be great. Hearing her next words, Jake choked on his drink again.

"Alrighty then. Which one of y'all boys is Statefarm?"

[pantherxrogers]

hellloo, omg i loved the mingo sugar daddy drabble and was wondering if u could do a yunho one!

blurb: sugar daddy! yunho x fem!reader ꨄ︎ 

🌹pairing: sugar daddy!yunho x fem!reader

🌹warnings: suggestive, spoiled reader (lmao), low key subby yunho?? (but not really), sickeningly sweet fluff

🌹summary: yunho loves taking you shopping! he can't help but love everything you try on 🤩

🌹a/n: i hope you enjoy this! 😚 ty for your request bby! ❤️ yunho is such a cutie patootie so i had a TIME making this. i want to put him in my pocket!! 🤬 divider by: @drifting-moon 🫶🏾

my masterlist (you can find the mingi & san versions here!)

This is a work of fiction and is not meant to represent real events or the actual personalities of any K-pop idols mentioned. All characters and situations are purely imaginary. This story is created for entertainment purposes only, and no harm or disrespect is intended toward the idols or their fans. Enjoy!

"Yuyu, you said that about the last three pairs," you whine, stomping on the marble floors of the boutique.

The harsh click of the Louboutin heels grabs Yunho's attention, finally making eye contact with you. He had to peel his eyes away from your legs, in awe of the way the heels make them look even longer.

"I know, sweetie, but they all look so good on you," he answers honestly, his cheeks tinting pink at the admission.

It tugs on your heart strings a little bit, unable to be mad at him when he's so cute. You feel that familiar warmth spread in your chest, becoming a bit shy under his gaze.

The way he fawns over your legs makes the room feel a little bit hotter. You call out for Sonia, your sales associate walking over, already handing you another glass of champagne.

"We'll take all four pairs, please," Yunho asserts, nodding politely at the lady. He declines the champagne, already drunk on the sight of you.

"Yay! Thank you, baby," you squeal, prancing towards the leather couch to swoop down and place kisses all over his face.

The way the champagne sloshes around with your movements makes him chuckle softly, infatuated with your little outburst of joy.

He accepts your kisses without missing a beat, relishing in your affection. Yunho will truly buy you anything to keep that beautiful smile on your face. He knows he doesn't need to spoil you to make you happy, but he does it anyway.

"You're welcome, gorgeous," he murmurs, lowering his hand to pull down your Miu Miu mini skirt. The way you're folded over to kiss him makes his heart flutter, but he also doesn't want to give Sonia an accidental eyeful.

Over your shoulder, he can see the warm smile spread across Sonia's face. You've been shopping with her for years. She's always patient with your playful whining and the way you sweet talk your very giving boyfriend to get exactly what you want.

If Yunho didn't know any better, he'd think she has a soft spot for the pair of you, despite her no nonsense demeanor.

Your soft whisper brings Yunho back into the present.

"I can't wait to wear them for you later," you pull back a bit, taking in the way his eyelids droop at the sound of your voice.

Pressing a slow kiss to his lips, you retreat to Sonia, watching while she boxes up your shoes. You bite back the smirk on your lips, still feeling the heat of Yunho's gaze as you walk away.

You make small talk with Sonia, sitting down to put your feet back into your sandals. You huff dramatically, feeling slightly fatigued after the long day of shopping. Even though it was your idea.

"Yuyu, can you come here please?" you call out, turning to him with an innocent look. He's over to you before you can get the words out, already knowing what you're going to ask of him.

"Yes, honey?" he answers, towering over your place on the chair. You don't miss the way his eyes trail over your frame, catching on your plush thighs.

"Can you please help me put my shoes back on?" you pout, "It's really hard bending over in this outfit," your full lips tug down at the corners, a pout punctuating each word. Yunho knows exactly what you're doing, but he plays into your hand anyway.

"Okay, baby," he sighs, kneeling down in his expensive pants. You blow him a kiss, smiling at the way he gently places the sandals on your feet. He fastens the clasp, the Chanel logo locking into place.

Your heart skips a beat when he kneels down, pressing a soft kiss to the sensitive skin of your ankle.

"Thank you, baby," you breathily whisper, watching him as he joins you on the plush bench.

Sonia clears her throat, momentarily bursting your little love bubble.

Your cheeks feel warm, causing you to nuzzle into Yunho's side. He smirks at your embarrassment, pulling you closer with a strong arm around your waist.

"You can charge my usual card. Thank you, Sonia," he answers respectfully, nodding as she leaves the room.

Tension fills the room as the two of you sit in silence. You bring your head up, pressing gentle kisses into the side of your boyfriend's neck.

"I love my new shoes, Yuyu," you mumble, basking in the smell of his cologne.

He's crowding your senses, head swimming with thoughts of his strong body on yours. You feel his warm hand on your back, gently stroking the skin there.

"I'm glad you like them, honey," he answers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You both sit there for a few moments, basking in each other's company.

Eventually, he taps your back, helping you stand up before Sonia comes back with your latest purchases. You smooth your hair down while Yunho tenderly adjusts your outfit, slightly ruffled from the short cuddle session.

"Yuyu?"

"Yes, honey?"

"Can we stop in Tiffany for a second? I want some new earrings to wear with my shoes."

The two of you jump slightly at the sound of Sonia's booming laughter. She places the bags in Yunho's hands, already knowing what he'll say to you. You can't help but join in with her giggles, surprised to see this side of her. But, Yunho usually brings that out of people anyway.

"We'll see, baby," he sighs, ushering you out of the store. You smile brightly, pressing a loud smack to his cheek, knowing you're about to have even more bags for him to carry.

[wen-kexing-apologist]

Episode 10: The Couch

Wow @lurkingshan, it’s like you really know me! This scene is exactly what I was going to talk about for Episode 10 because the fucking TENSION put so much weight in to the air when I was watching that I could hardly breathe. 

CHRIS CHIU

THE ACTOR THAT YOU ARE

Scene Breakdown time!

First of all, I love the little couple dynamic moments we get between Lili and San Pang, where Lili has to tap San Pang in to Yuan and Qian’s fight. San Pang arrives and in a very strategic move informed by knowing Qian and Yuan for a significant amount of their lives, he arrives with food he knows will go over well with Qian and will test Yuan’s ears (he comes down the stairs from his room to throw the food away after all). 

Which, let’s just acknowledge that when Yuan comes downstairs and takes all the alcohol and greasy food away, the moment Yuan approaches the coffee table, Qian looks back towards the TV screen pretending he is disinterested in the situation at hand. But his eyes give him away because he keeps glancing at Yuan when he thinks he can steal a second. And stealing is what he is trying to do because he keeps his head pointed directly towards the television, while looking for half a second at Yuan out of the corner of his eye when Yuan leans over to collect the food. After that moment, Qian does not look towards Yuan again until Yuan has turned around and Qian can stare at his back. 

It must be said. Chris is a phenomenal actor, because even without seeing his face, just the top of his head, you can kind of tell the mood that Qian is in as Yuan walks away, because he turns towards Yuan. We see Yuan look in Qian’s direction, Qian moves his head further back to look at San Pang, then looks away shaking his head. I acknowledge I’m probably reading too much in to it, but I can feel the incredulity radiating off of that head shake. 

Yuan heads up the stairs, and Qian looks towards the staircase only after Yuan has disappeared. His head movement is so much more obvious than his previous motions that it literally looks like Qian is breaking character, or like he was previously frozen and had only now been allowed to breathe. Qian’s eyes look up towards the staircase (towards Yuan’s absence), then downward as he thinks about his next move, then back towards San Pang, then down once more as he makes a decision about whether or not he wants to Start The Conversation. 

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Qian here is trying to check that Yuan is out of earshot because he Will Not have the The Conversation about His Feelings if there is a chance that Yuan will know about it. 

With the heaviest of sighs, Qian gives San Pang an opening: “Did you buy those for me, or for him to throw away?”  Qian asks, and once again looks out of the corner of his eye, getting serious “Or for him to throw away?” 

And there is no doubt in my mind that it is the latter. San Pang bringing food that would trigger Yuan’s care instincts towards Qian, cause Yuan to intervene, and San Pang to bear witness to the tense and angry energy from Yuan towards Qian and force the issue. I think it’s partially why Qian does not deliberate for long in starting the conversation despite his hesitancy. 

San Pang scoffs and says in response “He wouldn’t have done that if he didn’t care about you. Xiao Yuan can’t bear to leave you alone.” holds up the salad as a physical example of the care that Yuan has for Qian. 

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Qian gives another giant exhale and looks contemplative. Something that I do find really important in good acting is the use of internal monologue. Qian always has something on his mind that he is sitting with. And the benefit of a scene like this is that the production team, and the camera trust the strength of their actors to hold the silence that settles over the room as Chris runs the gambit of Qian’s internal thoughts. 

Qian is well and truly sitting with the acknowledgement of Yuan’s feelings from San Pang. Maybe I am wrong because I am not an actor, but I do not have the kind of intentional and conscious control over my face to have the kinds of lip twitches that Chris has when Qian is thinking about Yuan’s care for him. They may have twenty seconds of silence on screen, but that does not mean the scene isn’t still in motion. There are so many little things happening in the span between San Pang’s comment about Yuan and his next reflection on sending Yuan away. 

“Xiao Yuan can’t bear to leave you alone,” Qian turns that over in his mind, to me it’s like he’s feeling the weight of it on his tongue, in his body. Qian looks up, and then around, and tosses the remote to the side, breathes heavily again. That feels like a begrudging acceptance of the statement. At the very least it is permission from Qian to proceed with the difficult conversation. 

“Before I had Yuan leave the country, I had been thinking I was doing the right thing for you two. But seriously, be honest, did you feel empty when Yuan was away?”

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Qian blinks twice and we cut to a flashback of a lovely little isolated frame of Qian feeling Yuan’s absence. We cut back to a close up of Qian’s face and his lip twitches. Which I love because it feels like an involuntary admission. We know Qian, we know that boy is stubborn and stoic, that he muscles through all the pain, that he does not let many people see his weaknesses. San Pang asks Qian if he felt empty and Qian does. not. move. He holds exactly the same position, lounging on the couch with his hand behind his head like he is unmoved, unaffected by San Pang’s question. But that little twitch of his lip gives him away. San Pang has struck a nerve. San Pang has forced Qian to hold a spotlight to the feelings he’s been trying to numb for the last four years. 

“Let me tell you something. When Lili and I first got together,” 

I don’t know about anyone else, but I snorted at the way Qian turned his head to look at San Pang in warning. We still have not seen Qian approve of that relationship. And San Pang knows that he’s staring at the precipice of some truly hot water, which is why he follows up with a “hear me out.” 

Qian relaxes and once again turns to look away from San Pang. From San Pang’s position very little of Qian’s face is visible. So Qian keeps holding a position that will give San Pang as little of a chance of reading him as possible. 

“I’ve struggled too. I…I always wondered what happiness could I bring her? Was I doing the right thing? How could I face you? And then…I felt it wasn’t right. Life is too short.”

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Again, I just have to say. CHRIS CHIU IS A PHENOMENAL ACTOR. He does not move a muscle, but you know Qian is locked in on what San Pang is saying because of how he moves his eyes. When San Pang says “life is too short” you can actually see the moment where Qian starts paying more attention to San Pang’s words, because he looks away from the TV and more downward in thought. 

“Getting hung up over it for years, would it be worth all the lost time?” 

Chris changes how he breathes here. You can see Qian take in a deep breath, but he holds it for a few seconds, he lets his nostrils flare, and then you see a large release of breath in the movement of Qian’s chest. This is really really getting to Qian. That nostril flare was not because he was breathing in. Because he’d already taken a breath. It was not because he was breathing out, because we see that happen a few seconds after the nostril flare, without his nose moving again. When Qian flares his nostrils, he is holding his breath, for a rather noticeable amount of time too. 

I love Chris because he embodies Qian so well, I can almost feel the way Qian is feeling internally in all the subtle little ways Chris plays with how Qian holds and releases tension and attention. 

“Who’s been good to me?”

Qian blinks twice, letting the question hit him, and only then does he finally release his breath. 

“Who put me before themselves?” 

San Pang looks at Qian after he finishes asking these hypothetical questions. But Qian is still looking ahead towards the TV, trying to come across as disengaged in the conversation as possible. And San Pang notices that, and that is why he continues to talk. Because Qian is hearing him, he’s listening and processing, but he isn’t engaged. He hasn’t put his body in to the conversation yet, he hasn’t responded to anything that San Pang has said to him. So San Pang keeps pushing. 

“A lot of things are only between you and Yuan. Unless you really have something against being with a guy, Yuan’s the only one who will be by your side, no matter what. Are you really not going to confront it?”

And I love that we pull away from that question to Qian looking like he is lying in a therapist’s chair. And Qian holds that position he has been maintaining throughout the conversation for a few seconds longer. The number of times he blinks the only indication that what San Pang has said is getting through and that Qian is mulling it all over. 

And only then, after San Pang has said all these things about Qian and Yuan’s relationship, in a way that is not judgemental or against the idea of these brothers becoming romantically involved. Only after San Pang has said that Yuan would be by Qian’s side no matter what does Qian set his jaw and push himself up in to a sitting position to continue the conversation. 

San Pang does not know what happened at Le’s gang beyond them being beaten up. So while it is highly likely that he is aware saying that Yuan would follow Qian anywhere is opening a can of worms, he does not understand how much ammunition he has just given Qian to talk about the danger that loving him too deeply has put Yuan in.

We do not give enough credit to film actors for maintaining continuity across scenes, because this man sits up and the first thing Chris has Qian do is massage the back of his head, where the pain of his blood clot sits. I could probably sit here all day trying to talk about all the little facial expressions he does as Qian sits up and starts preparing himself to be vulnerable with San Pang. But we can leave it as merely that. Qian is getting ready to talk to San Pang about some deeply personal stuff.

Personal stuff that Qian usually does not typically get in to. Like, San Pang says he knows what Qian went through, but I do not think he does. I do not think Qian has told him about the sexual assault, or San Pang would not have been trying to throw women at Qian. 

gif by @wanderlust-in-my-soul

“San Pang.” He pauses, and you can see the way he is still noodling, thinking about whether or not he wants to talk to San Pang about all this. And notably, he does not meet San Pang’s eye when he begins “Do you know…” Qian looks to the side, he frowns a little bit, he taps the palm of his hand against the top of the couch arm. It feels so childish and small of him in a way that really struck me. Qian is nervous, he is redirecting that energy in to his motions. In to the tapping, in to looking away, in to not having to reveal deep personal truths sitting that close to another soul. “Do you know what my biggest wish in life is? My biggest wish in life is for them to be happy,” 

Ohhhhhh how that breaks my heart. Qian has suffered so much, he has done so much, he has survived so much. If you were to ask me, I would bet that Qian has never been happy. He was forced at a very young age to take over the role of caregiver. He is both a brother and a father to Yuan and to Lili. And it is a testament to Qian’s love for his family, and the pain he is willing to put himself through that Lili is so bright and vibrant and naive about some of the workings of the world. I believe that Lili is happy. I believe that Qian has succeeded in at least that much. But that is not something he has had a chance to do. “Even if the world comes down, I’ll hold it up.” I have not forgotten that line from last episode. Qian would hold the world together if it meant ensuring his sister’s happiness. 

I do not know what it is, but there is something in the way Chris moves his mouth after he says “My biggest wish in life is for them to be happy,” that just absolutely destroys me, because he makes himself look like this is such a huge confession. 

“Mine is the same.” 

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“I just want them to grow up healthy and happy, because I’m their big brother.” Qian’s words become so breathy and he’s jabbing his finger straight in to the arm of the couch to drive home his point. These are the words that matter, this is the wish that matters. Qian’s feelings, Qian’s happiness have nothing to do with it. If he’s empty so be it, as long as his siblings are happy and healthy he will wound himself a thousand times over. His fucking face here, once again is just…When Qian takes in a breath, it is shaky. You can tell by the movement of his jaw, which looks like it is moving from side to side a little bit. As he approaches the end of his sentence, it feels like he is trying not to cry. 

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Yuan’s life might be summed up in two words: Wei Qian 

But Wei Qian’s life is summed up in five: 

Because I’m their big brother. 

“We grew up together. You think I don’t know how hard life’s been on you? But you know that Yuan’s feelings for you are different.” 

Qian looks away incredulously, and there is something else there too, I think. Something in the way that Qian’s eyebrows furrow, the way his mouth hangs open, the way he breathes out. I don’t know that he can really believe that this conversation is happening right now. That San Pang would let these words reach the light of day, that he would acknowledge them so openly, so matter-of-factly. 

“We’ve tried everything. We even sent him abroad for years. You were miserable every day. You love him and he loves you.”

We get more of Qian’s thinking face here as San Pang says these words, his mouth agape, his breath quickening, his eyes moving back and forth as he sorts through his own thoughts. 

But I need to acknowledge San Pang. He has such an intriguing connection to Qian and his family. San Pang has power of Qian, because his parents are Qian’s landlords. He and Qian have been best friends for a very long time, and even though I think it is true that San Pang likely knows the most about Qian’s life history, he does not know it all. He is still, in many facets of his life, acting like a kicked dog and backing down every time he tries to push back against Qian now that Qian knows that he and Lili are together. But when push comes to shove. When Qian’s happiness is impeded, when Qian’s health is at risk, he will tell Qian what Qian needs to hear. 

Whether or not Qian is truly having a hard time parsing through his feelings for Yuan doesn’t matter to me as much as Qian getting permission from multiple people to actually pursue the relationship. In acknowledging all of this, San Pang, the man who at one point told Yuan he could like anyone but Qian, the man that sent Yuan away for four years, is telling Qian that it is okay for Qian and Yuan to be together. He is the external judge that is finally accepting this taboo relationship, because he knows that if he does not show Qian that it is okay for him and Yuan to change from brothers to lovers, that neither Qian or Yuan will have any chance in hell of long term happiness. 

“Even if you’re not together, he’ll be sad to see you sad.” 

Off come Qian’s glasses. Shit is getting serious now. Qian rests his head on his hand, he looks away from San Pang. He really sits with it, you can see the emotions rising up in him, in the way he breathes, in the way his nostrils move, in the way his lips tremble for a second before he speaks. 

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“I’m scared, you know?” he turns to look at San Pang, and he sucks in a huge breath through his nose. It’s the first time we’ve seen him breathe so obviously that way throughout the entire scene. GOD, QIAN KILLS ME. 

“You haven’t even tried. What are you scared of?” 

And this is the fascinating thing for me, right? Outside of Yuan, San Pang is Qian’s best friend, but they do not have conversations like this that often. San Pang has tried time and again to start the more serious conversations, to act as an emotional support for Qian, but Qian brushes those conversations off as much as he can. San Pang knew the medical issues, he knows the history, he knows about the pieces of Qian’s life that Qian can’t hide. But he does not know everything, Qian does not usually let himself be this vulnerable with San Pang, hell he hasn’t even told San Pang everything that happened with Le’s gang. He’s about to, but that is only because he is trying to make a point. 

I think he is only having this conversation with San Pang, only admitting he is scared, and confused about his feelings for Yuan because he has literally no one else to talk to about it, and he’s starting to break down to the point that he can’t hold it all in by himself. And San Pang keeps pushing. 

“You know he went to find Le by himself that day?”

“I know.” 

“He was surrounded and beaten by six people, and in the end…”

gif by @wanderlust-in-my-soul

He sucks in a breath. It takes him a moment to find the strength to form the words, so he forms a gun shape with his hand, which he points quickly a few times to fill the silence and the stillness in the room as he finds the shape of the admission on his tongue. He accentuates the severity of the memory with one final large motion. 

“...they pointed a gun at…” 

Ah, and there it is. The real reason behind Qian’s comment about wanting Lili and Yuan to be happy and healthy because he’s their big brother. Qian will not act on his feelings for Yuan, especially not right now because he is feeling guilty. Not just for sending Yuan away, not just because of the letter, but because Yuan’s unwavering loyalty, protectiveness, and love for Qian got Yuan hurt. Nearly got Yuan killed. Again. 

Qian’s whole world, his entire drive was shattered the day Yuan confessed, when Yuan told Qian that he was suffering. Yuan’s love for Qian was hurting him. But Qian just wants Yuan to be happy and healthy. The chance at having that world again was nearly destroyed with the realization that Yuan almost died abroad. His world was made complete again when Yuan returned home. And it was very nearly destroyed once more when Yuan walked in to that gang in hopes of protecting Qian. 

There is pain in witnessing the kind of love someone would die for. 

Qian can put himself in danger for the sake of his siblings, because from my perspective, Qian never thought his life had much worth. His formative years were filled with horrific abuse, assault under the guise of love, pain, suffering, doing terrible things just to survive. But this is all because he cannot see the forest through the trees, of the life that he has built, of the home that he has built, of the safety that he has built for his siblings. 

Yuan is not allowed to believe his life is less important than Qian’s because no one has ever thought that Qian’s life was more important than theirs. 

“Fuck, you- you’re telling me that now? Then, you…Right now, you…So, you’ve lost…”

Another quick shout out to San Pang, and moreso to the writing for San Pang that they don’t always let him have these brilliant speeches. He was able to navigate the beginning of this conversation because he knew mostly what he was walking in to, but with the reveal of Yuan and Qian’s near death experience, he is fumbling. 

The camera cuts back to Qian. I’d say Qian is listening to San Pang, but not fully present. Chris is doing so many things with his face in that moment. His nostrils are flaring, his lips are tightening like he’s trying to hold something back, he’s rocking his jaw from side to side. 

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“So, this isn’t a decision I can make so lightly.” He is almost crying now, he won’t cry, I think the only time we’ve seen him cry is when he was staring the prospect of Yuan’s death directly in the face during Russian Roulette and when he was hugging Yuan afterwards. But you can see the growing frustration and the threat of the tears very clearly on his face. Qian emphasizes the statement by once again jabbing his finger into the couch. 

“I have to consider the future.”  

“Do you want him to have a future without you?”

Let me tell y’all the way I collapsed under the weight of that question…it is no wonder Qian, notoriously quiet Qian, immediately shuts his mouth. I appreciate how much San Pang is willing to be the sacrificial lamb, because that is exactly the question that Qian needed to hear. That is exactly the reality that Qian, Yuan, Lili all face if Qian does not get his blood clot treated. A future without Qian in it. 

Qian needs to know exactly what he is doing to the people he loves by continuing to delay this medical treatment, but San Pang had to know that in asking it, it would only make Qian retreat back in to himself. Which is what Qian usually does. It was a miracle in it’s own right that San Pang was able to get Qian to voice this many of his concerns, to tell him the entire truth, to talk to him about the fear. 

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Qian closes his eyes, he lets the blow of the question absorb in to him, and he nods his head. Which, in my opinion, is a brilliant choice because the way he nods does not read to me as a confession that yes, Qian does want Yuan to have a future without him in it, and more so is an admission of defeat from Qian. But because we don’t get verbal confirmation either way, we do not, San Pang does not, Yuan does not get any confirmation one way or the other about what Qian is thinking. 

Qian just nods, lets the silence hang one moment longer, and kicks San Pang out. 

“Go home.” He says. But there is a more promising follow up “Let me think about it.” 

Which feels like the only thing Qian has really been doing for the last four years, but we’ve already established, that boy is about as moveable as a brick wall, and he and Yuan both serve to lose a lot if this goes wrong. 

And there you go @lurkingshan! 4103 words on the mouth twitch, nervous body language, and tears in this scene :D

[cloudyskydreams]

I love the way you write for the sanses. I'd love it so so much if you could do the same genre SFW and NSFW headcanons for swap and fell sans too, thank you!!!

Of course!! Took me a bit to get on these but I have prevailed against my lack of motivation woo✨ I really enjoyed writing these honestly they're so fun to me. As always hope y'all enjoy!

✨SFW✨:

Red:

•Reds a clingy guy at home and in public. He likes being close to you and he's a tad possessive because he didn't think he'd ever actually be able to get with someone and you're the perfect someone in his eyes, he can't lose you.

•He seeks you out for comfort often because he doesn't have a lot of coping mechanisms. Just a very disgruntled or upset red coming over to you and hiding his face in your shirt as he clings to you. Only at home of course, he'll cling to your hand in public or get some kisses for that sweet sweet physical reassurance.

•As I've mentioned before Red loves to read and when he gets over his embarrassment of you seeing him in his glasses he'd love to read to you if you'd let him. He used to with Edge when he was little and he's always enjoyed reading to other people and giving the characters their own unique voices.

•Hes a big guy so when he's cuddling and doesn't want you to get up he'll pin you underneath him. Uses his size against you definitely wether that be pinning you down or simply blocking your path if he doesn't want you to leave.

•Real easy to fluster this man he's all for flirting and being a hornball but cannot handle it being thrown back in huge amounts. He's not used to people actually wanting him.

•He does like to spoil you, he doesn't have hella money but he'll buy you nice things or things you want.

•He definitely steals small things of yours occasionally larger items like clothing. He hoardes small knickknacks he's gotten of yours over your time together and refuses to admit that's what he's doing even though he has just a small pile of your stuff in his underwear drawer of the dresser.

Blue:

•He likes to take care of the stuff around the house for you. Of course he likes a little help but he doesn't mind doing a few chores or being the main cook in the house if it makes life easier on you!

•Absolutely blogs about you, Blue is a big blogger and he has a whole blog dedicated specifically to ranting about you and how much he loves you, he doesn't mention you by name and has a silly codename for you.

•He loves matching couple things, he's definitely made you matching bracelets and has gotten matching keychains that represent you guys to have of each other. He thinks it's super cute and just loves matching with you.

•He makes a lot of gifts for you. He likes creating things with his hands so he'll make you stuff like little paper flowers bouquets and flower crowns when you're at the park.

•He loves going out for dates and trys to plan one atleast once a week, he's fine with just hanging around the house and doing stuff but he'd love to take you to the arcade or amusement park or a cute little cafe.

•Your interests are now his interests, or he'll try to get into them at least! If it's not his type he's more than willing to listen to you rant and keep up with specific people or characters just for you. Him seeing a little tidbit of info on something you're interested in and feeling so proud to tell you about it.

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RED:

•Has the biggest praise kink, he's into degrading too just not as heavily, he loves being told how good he's doing and how hot he looks.

•Hes a switch with no real preference, loves fucking into you as well as being fucked.His favorite position is doggy style so he can play with your ass while he's fucking you.

•He's got a husky ectobody, his ecto-cock is 6.3 inches and a girth of about 5.6 inches. His femme body has double d cup tits which he's very proud of and a apple shape figure, he has a red outtie pussy that's gapes just slightly from past usage.

•Red loves toys using on him or you. He loves to have his ass or pussy stuffed full and teased with vibrators and all sorts of dildos and plugs. He has a collection that he'll bust out first chance he gets. He loves teasing you with them too, stuffing you full with a vibrator and watching you get off on it.

•On that last bit he's a vouyer so he absolutely LOVES watching you get off with his toys, he even does one of those make a dildo things with his own cock so he can watch you fuck yourself with it.

•Is into anal giving or receiving. He's pretty good at taking it and even has a few butt plugs he'll wear around occasionally. He'd love to get you your own if you'd be into it and he'd definitely tease you with it if you decided to wear it for him one day.

BLUE:

•Blue's a huge tease and he uses his innocent face to try and get away with it when he can. He'll "brush" past you feeling you up stealthily or whisper in your ear how hard he's going to fuck you and in what position and then just look at you with them big blue eyelights and adorable smile.

•He leans towards top and dom mostly but has no problem bottoming or letting you take the reigns. His favorite position is spread eagle he likes being able to look into your eyes and it gives him easy access to your neck and chest for bites.

•Blue's a biter, not just during cuddles but also during sex. His teeth aren't the sharpest but his canines have an edge to them and he loves sinking his teeth into your plush body and leaving marks. It drives him crazy if you show them off he's so proud of them.

•He's got a little chub to his ectobody but not as much as the other sans as he does have a regular workout routine he's pretty good at keeping up with. His ecto-cock is about 5.2 inches and about 5.9 inches in girth. His femme body is a triangle body shape and he has b cup tits. He has a light blue innie pussy.

•He really enjoys roleplay and his favorite so far is royalty and faithful knight/bodyguard. He likes seeing you dressed up in costumes for you and owns a bunch for both him and you to wear.

•Temperature play is a big thing receiving and giving. Imagine teasing his little clit with a icecube or running it up his cock length as he twitches underneath you gasping and moaning. Or him teasing you as he rubs them across your nipples and down your stomach watching the ice melt on your warm flesh.

[darkpetal16]

Another question for Mafiafell love interest + sirentale sans

How would they help their mc if they were going through a depresive spiral

Depression spirals can be treated differently for everyone. Any long term, good partner would be able to learn how to best handle the spiral for you. So after they’ve been with you long enough, they would do whatever you specifically need to handle your episode.

However in the early stages of a relationship / before you both know what to do, here’s what they would first try. . .

Mafiafell!Wingding (Don)’s reaction would depend on how severe your episode was. If he thought your life was in danger, he’d throw you into the void sedate you. He’d keep you sedated until he was convinced he knew how to handle the situation. He’s not risking your life on his lack of knowledge. If he doesn’t think your life is at risk, then he’d talk things through with you. He’s a persuasive man and is excellent at picking up on subtext. He might be able to find an underlying issue that you hadn’t noticed before.

Mafiafell!Sans (Hit) would buy you things. Whatever you wanted, he’d find a way to get it. He’d take you out on shopping sprees back to back until you were too tired to do anything else. In the back of his head he knows that won’t be a permanent fix, but hopefully it’ll give you both time to find a good solution / fix the underlying problem.

Mafiafell!Papyrus (Boss) would create puzzle dates. He would hand craft and concoct a variety of activities / mysteries for you to solve. They would be made tailored to your strengths and interests. Every time you complete a puzzle he’d praise you, and remind you how much he cares about you. He wants to bolster your self esteem. While going through them, he’d ask you questions, both shallow and insightful as a way to help you process your thoughts. He thinks better when he’s also doing something else, so maybe you’re the same way?

Mafiafell!Asriel (Heir) would switch into pamper mode. He’ll schedule a spa day for the two of you: complete with all your favorite foods, a full body massage, facial, hair, and of course a new set of pajamas to lounge in. As you’re being treated, Chara will be scheduling you an appointment with the family psychiatrist that you’ll be visiting end of day / the next day. Asriel doesn’t know how to treat depression, but he does know professionals who do. If you want him in the appointment with you, he’ll join you. If not, that’s okay he can wait for you. And when you’re finished, the two of you can snuggle in PJs for a job well done.

Siren!Sans (Siren) felt the same way for a long time so he understands. He doesn’t think what he did for himself (murdering the people who hurt him) would make you feel better but he’ll offer it nonetheless. When you say no, he’ll say he was joking but you both know he wasn’t. He’ll tell you jokes to brighten your mood and coo at you. If you’re really upset he’ll sing happy songs for you. Once you’re asleep, he’ll stay up just a little bit later to browse the web on what to do. If it’s a repeat / prolonged issue for you, he’ll take courses in psychology & cognitive therapy so he can figure out how to best help you.

But seriously if you think him eating the people who hurt you would make you feel better. . .

PLAY IF - MAFIAFELL HERE

PLAY IF - SIREN CALL HERE

MASTERLIST HC

[gabbytbll]

˙⋆✮𝐆𝐈𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐎𝐊𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍'𝐒✮⋆˙ + 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄'𝐒

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masters list 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭

Authors note: i have been obsessed with this man recently so what else to do except make something for this fine man eheh. But i don't feel like this should be NSFW as I'm not in the mood for that but i hope u still like it!! im going to open requests soon on Sunday! don't worry to the people who requested Ima bang them out since i feel bad i left y'all for so long even tho i was having internet problems!!

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Note: Master list has been updated with people from demon slayer! Next update ill add Jujutsu Kaisen!

i was listening to this song while making it and i thought it fit!

no warning's♡

• Giyuu is very quiet so i feel like he would randomly hug you from behind or randomly show up to where you are just to check on you or just to listen to you talk because we all know he's a listener.

• Giyuu loves to give you your favorite food whenever he's free he likes to say it brings the both of you closer than ever!

• He is the type of guy that is protective of you so he keeps watch on you at all times because he's worried you will get hurt like Sabito did, he hates for you to get hurt he thinks it is his responsibility when ever you need medical

• I feel like he might try to learn how to heal wounds and medical from Shinobu to help you whenever you or him is hurt, It definitely took him a while to understand everything Shinobu tells him

「∘˙○˚.•」 Giyuu pointed at a light-colored vial filled with a slimy texture. "But what does this do?" Giyuu said is a small whisper. Shinobu's right eyebrow twitches as she quietly let out a puff of air in anger. As she turns to look to her left at Giyuu. "Tomioka-San i already told you what that did, do you not listen Tomioka-San?" Shinobu said with a tiny smile while poking his arm with her finger. Giyuu look's down slightly with an unreadable expression. "Im sorry Shinobu" Giyuu said. She lets out a hum as she turns back to point at the colored vial with an unreadable expression. " You put this on the wound's before you wrap it with gauze, so it can heal faster!" Shinobu said with a serious expression. Shinobu looks back at Giyuu and poked him lightly. "Now Tomioka-San don't put too much on the wound or the gauze will not hold up right like it's supposed to!" Shinobu said with a serious expression. Giyuu nodded with a determined expression

• After He learns about how take help you when your hurt He would help you with all your wounds even your small cut's it doesn't matter to him, He just loves taking care of you

• He would love to do missions with you if you're a Hashira, i like to think he doesn't like to do missions alone but since the other Hashira's don't really like him, he has to bear with it but ever since you been joining him on mission's i feel like he would be much happier

• Some time's he loves to take you out to eat to spend more time with you and to talk about some things while the both of you were away to catch up

• I feel like he would randomly buy you clothes that he likes would look nice on you even tho u might not wear it, he is even ok if you just hang it up somewhere!

「∘˙○˚.•」 Giyuu was walking towards your home with an almost unnoticeable smile. He also had some bad? in his hands. He saw you look out your window to see him coming towards you. He felt his heart skip a beat. Your smile.. Your beautiful smile. Your smile lights up his whole day. He walks fast towards you in a hurry to reach you. As soon as he reached your door you open it before he could knock. "Giyuuu-sannn! how have you been? i hope you been really good! I was making some food do you want some?" You said in a hurry with a big smile. You opened the door more so he could come in and sit down with you. "Do You need anything Giyuu? i have some tea!" You said as you were walking thru the house to the kitchen. Giyuu started to follow you after he closed you door shut. "Um can i have some tea please?" Giyuu said while putting down the bag gently on the table. You turn to look at him after you got his tea ready. "Hey what's that? did you get me something?" You said with an excited tone of voice. Giyuu softly smiled and nodded his head yes. Your eyes light up in excitement as you hurried to look in the bag. You took out a (f/c) kimono that is perfectly your size. "WOWW! this is so pretty Giyuu-san! where did you find this?" You said while jumping up and down in excitement while hugging the kimono. Giyuu let out a small chuckle at your reaction.

• He sometime crashes at your place because its closer from his mission when he's done then his own, plus he would rather sleep at your place anyways

• He would randomly come in your house and scare you on accident because he's so quite sometimes you won't even know he was there until you find simmered salmon with daikon randomly on your kitchen table

• He loves to leave random things in your house if u don't find him by the time he leaves you to go do a mission or check on something

• He loves to leave you flower's next to your bed whenever you're feeling down or not feeling well, he also loves to make you soup and food that will help you get over your sickness

「∘˙○˚.•」 You let out a puff of air out of your nose out of frustration. You just came back from a mission, and you were dead tired. What sucks is you haven't got to see your friends yet today either. As you finally get close to your home, all you were thinking about is to get a shower and go to sleep. You walk thru your door after you open it, all you can smell is food? was someone is your house?. You let out a small hum in confusion at the smell. You carefully walk around the house to check if someone was in your house just to make sure there was no intruder's. You finally react the kitchen to see Giyuu asleep on the table with his head down with salmon and daikon next to his head half ate. You shake your head while chuckling accidentally waking up Giyuu in the process. As Giyuu lifts his head up alerted at your chuckle. He sees you standing near him with a tired smile after finding him asleep on your table. "Oh sorry (Y/n) i feel asleep and your house was closer than mine" Giyuu said softly in a tired tone. You let out a small hum before you talk "It's ok Giyuu-san your always welcomed in here" You said while moving his food to put away knowing he was about to go to sleep again. "Giyuu-san do you want to come to my bedroom and sleep? or do you want to go to sleep in the living room?" You said while looking at him. He sat there thinking for a second. Giyuu gives a small nod and say's "I'll come sleep in the bedroom with you". You nod at him with a smile. You wave for him to follow you as you start to walk towards your bedroom to go to sleep. As the both of you reach the bedroom you go in first to show him where to sleep. "Here you sleep here while i go and get a shower" You said while making his bed quickly hoping he will be comfortable in it. "Ok than you (Y/n) i hope you don't mind me sleeping in here" Giyuu said is a tired whisper. Giyuu moves to finally lay down and get comfortable while waiting for your answer. You let out a small laugh at his question. "Oh Giyuu-san your always welcomed in my house please do get comfortable I'm going to go get a shower" You said in a soft voice while getting up to move. Giyuu lets out a small hum as he was half asleep. "Sleep well Giyuu-san" You said as you bend over to kiss his forehead.

Welp i hope you like it i worked hard and there will be mistakes! make sure you like and reblog to support me thank you for reading!!⛱

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[mybelovedwoo]

partying with ateez - headcanon

how would a party look like with ateez members

headcanon, romance, fluff, a little spicy in some parts

gn!reader x bf!atz

wc. ~0.8k

an: this goes so well with the new wanteez episode, I wrote this even before it was announced though. you can request headcanons if you want to!! if you want to be tagged in any of my fics you can apply here <3

masterlist

hongjoong 

-doesn't really want to go out in the first place, but doesn't want you to go without him either

-so in the end he'll end up going with you to keep an eye on you

-matching outfits, that don't really match (if that makes sense)

-he says that he can handle alcohol, but he can't, so he will be the first to get drunk

-like a weird drunk?? he does things he normally wouldn't do, like dance like a crackhead in the middle of the crowd

-when someone is looking at you, his scorpio is coming out, he places his hands somewhere on your body, usually on your hips, so everybody can see you are his

seonghwa

-that one person everybody likes to be around and dance with

-he always wants to pay, but you agreed to take turns on paying for the drinks

-knows the actual choreos for the songs, and having a full-on concert

-very light-weighted, cute tipsy type, just gets tired very quickly

-even there, he tries to take care of you, makes sure you don't drink too much or don't feel uncomfortable

-always accompanies you to the bathroom, he can't let you go alone anywhere

-he definitely is the best dressed there, no doubt

yunho

-ohh the life of the party, it's not even a party until he doesn't arrive

-dances all night long, with you, with friends, with strangers, with everybody

-becomes friends with the DJ, and has his own little part at the party, when he plays songs

-dances on the table with you, holds you tight, so you don't fall off

-handles alcohol very well, you can't even tell the difference between his real personality and when he's drunk

-can hardly be dragged home, you have to at least tell him you want to leave 30 minutes earlier, so he can say goodbye to all the people

yeosang

-this boy is so adorable, he couldn't say no to you when you invited him to a party

-but he hates it, when you arrive, he feels so uncomfortable, you have to buy him like 3 drinks at least, so he can feel better

-you ask him if he wants to go home, but it's too late now, the drinks kicked in, and he's feeling himself

-dancing with you in the crowd, doesn't care about anyone else, like really tiny dance

-you've never seen him like this before, or anybody, he talks a lot when he is drunk

-the next time he is the one asking if you want to go out because last time he had so much fun

san

-he was excited to go out with you, to see you all dressed up and having fun

-he stays at the bar staring at you while you are dancing and having the time of your life

-gets you a drink every now and then, he brings it to you and leaves a peck on your cheeks with it

-claimed that he is very good at drinking (he is not)

-dead stares everyone whos looking at you inappropriately, acts immediately if someone is trying to dance with you

-watching you for so long, he can't control himself, pulls you aside to the bathroom and...(you know)

mingi

-he can't handle alcohol at all, he says he can, but everyone can tell if he had even one drink

-wants to buy a drink for everybody at the club, and thinks he is friends with everyone

-just vibing to the music, might break dance if he had a little too much to drink

-feels the urge to tell everyone you are his beautiful girlfriend/boyfriend, and talking about how much he loves and adores you, istg it's so embarrassing 

-might cry at the end, because looking at your face made him emotional

-that's when you call the taxi

wooyoung

-social butterfly, somehow already knows everybody, introduces you to his friends as "the love of my life"

-having a drink with every friend he met there while having a quick convo, you can't even tell that he's been drinking

-you need to beg him to finally go dancing, he is such a tease, even when he dances with you

-places one of his hands on your neck, and makes you look straight into his eyes while you dance, he knows exactly what he's doing

-you wanted to kiss him multiple times, but he never let you do it, always pulled his head away, and smirked

-on the way home, a full-on make-out session in the car, from the build-up tension

jongho

-you've never seen him this hyped, he is all smiley (I love his smile so much ㅠㅠ)

-having really good party tricks you never knew about, he's showing off for sure, but he only cares about your reaction and nobody else's

-keeping you close to him, either holding your hands or having his arms around your shoulders

-protecting your drink while you have a toilet break

-when you try to pay for a drink he gets sulky because he wants to pay for everything, so in the end of course you can't say no to him

-carrying you home on his back, because your feet hurt from dancing too much

[lovehypegirl]

LIKE FATHER LIKE DAUGHTER (2)

SYNOPSIS: BEING MANAGER NAM'S TEENAGE DAUGHTER WARNINGS: NONE NOTES: NONE WC: 1.7K

In his opinion, you were easier to handle as a child since you were very predictable

He knew when you were hungry, when you were tired, when you were sick, when you were thirsty, when you wanted to play

But now you're a teenager, you weren't as vocal and a little more closed off

Until he got used to your new teenage mannerisms, he would have to ask you how you were feeling

Also, he did not put up with your attitude. He was a rather firm father and he had no problem with telling you when your attitude was out of line

"(name)" he said in a firm manner. "I'm not sure if my absence has caused you to think that you could act out of line but that is not what's going on" he looked you in the eye

You looked to the side trying to avoid his firm gaze "'m sorry". Your fifteen-year old self felt like a soldier under his disciplining gaze

"I know you are, so you need to change your behavior from now on, do you understand me?" he placed his hands on your shoulders

"Yes, dad" you nodded "I understand"

"Good"

He had placed you in martial arts from childhood and here you were in your teenage years competing

Whenever you stood in the center fighting against another teen your age he would always be giving you a critical eye and criticisms after your matches

But as always, he praised you. You were his daughter. The daughter of A.R.E.S' 'world class' fighter. His genes went strongly. No wonder you always won first place.

"Your arm could have been higher for your third block"

"Dad, this ain't a battleground...it's a martial arts match" you pointed your first place trophy at him

He ruffled your head messing up your hair "I know, I know. You did good, as always kiddo"

After Minjis kidnapping arc, his first idea was to make sure you never ran into Manager Kim, Jincheol Park, and Hansu Seong

Okay, so that didn't work

Apparently, you attended the same school as Dabin so Jincheol got a hold of you and told you that your father was in the hospital (he also included that he was the one who beat your father up)

Jincheol pulled him into the 'dad's-with-daughters-club' which Nam did not want to be in but really didn't have a choice since you don't exactly oppose Jincheol

You easily got along with Jincheol who was going on and on about how Nam had raised an amazing daughter who was mature and well-behaved and such and such and how he wished how that you were friends with Dabin and Jesus Christ his smile probably stretched over his face and around the world when you told him that you and Dabin had your duo

He went on and on about how much you looked like your father and how Nam should be proud of having a daughter like you

(They did apologize for beating up your father)

And GOD FORBID you date Taehun Seong, Nam would NOT be happy

I'm sure he'd live with it but would not like it. Like at all

"Really? Him?"

You blinked a few times "Were you expecting me to bring Choi San in through the door?"

"With how much you talk about him? Yes"

"Well- okay fair"

He doesn't really understand k-pop but he'll buy you albums whenever you ask, he'll get you everything you need for your photocards, he'll buy you concert tickets and whatnot

Anything to keep you from running your mouth about all the concepts he doesn't understand, granted he's an ex-mercenary

He loves you dearly, but he doesn't care about Wonyoungism. But he'll buy your skincare

Does he know what salicylic acid is and what it does? No, but he trusts you to know what you're buying

And although he loves you dearly, he DESPISES parent-teacher conferences (he's had a few of your female elementary school teachers hit on him before)

When he gifts you things for christmas it's gifts like vinyl, kpop albums, makeup (that you make a list for), new shoes, clothes, ect

But for your birthday, he gifts more precious items, as he sees your birthday to be of highest importance. He's gifted you Cartier, Van Cleef, and would have you

He encourages you to do what you want but there are some jobs he's restricted you from. Like the military. But he did allow you to join the JROTC since he thought it would push you towards ideas of valor and loyalty. He doesn't want you to end up like him, stuck in a mercenary group with killing everyone being the only way out. Doesn't matter if naval aviation is different from the AKL

"C'mon, I wanna be a pilot!" you said as you lifted yourself up and down on the counter in a vertical press-up fashion

"Then fly an airplane" he said nonchalantly

"I don't wanna fly a commercial plane! I wanna fly a fighter jet!" you leaned on the kitchen counter as he cut up the vegetables in precise pieces

"Doesn't matter, it's not happening pet"

"Ughhhh"

Imagine you're someone who enjoys true crime and you're sitting on the couch watching a particular gruesome episode of your favorite show while you're waiting for your dad to come home

You sat on the couch with your knees drawn to your chest as Chicago PD played on the screen. Your heard your father come in through the front door

You heard your fathers footsteps stop behind the couch as the tv screen showed the cops pulling a decapitated body out of the water and cutting to a scene of the decapitated head

"What on Earth are you watching" he said

"Chicago PD. It's getting good" you replied, not even turning around but keeping your eyes glued to the screen as they gave a close-up of the body

"Jesus. Whatever happened to Bluey or Kipper the Dog?" he asked as he tossed his suit jacket onto a nearby chair

"Dad quiet, they're examining the body" you held up your pointer finger to 'shush' him

He usually doesn't fuss too much over your grades (I don't think he did that well in school) but he just cares about the effort that you put in towards your grades more so than the result

When you were younger, you got a really bad grade on a certain subject so when you got out of school, you ran home and dug through your mailbox to find your report card and tuck it into your pants and you shuffled through the house heading through barricade "Dad" giving him robotic one worded response

You tucked the report card under your mattress and hid in your room the rest of the evening and shuffled downstairs for dinner

The entire meal you avoided his eyes and he had to bribe it out of you with cake and a trip to the zoo

He wasn't mad at you for the bad grade but he was disappointed that you hid the report card

You stopped hiding your report cards since your grades got better and in your teen years, you had no reason to hide report cards since your school had a website for parents to check on grades

Additionally, when you were little, he didn't know anything about what clothes little girls liked to wear so he bought what you pointed your finger at

You ended up with a leather aviator hat with goggles that you begged your dad for at the Intrepid in New York City, a baseball shirt, cargo shorts with a water gun tucked into your waistband

like this (You were also the pinnacle of Yotsuba from Yotsuba&! when you were a child)

or you would wear a tutu instead of shorts with knee-high socks with stripes and hot pink sneakers and it was fashion

In your teen years, he would just give you his card to shop with for all your clothes

Messy pigtails with bows that would be crazy lopsided at the end of the day turned into long hair pulled back neatly into a claw clip

Dirty fingernails from catching cicadas turned into perfectly manicured fingers wrapping your knuckles in tape after a match

Wet t-shirts from spending afternoons catching frogs turned into feet in the water while fishing with Nam in the summer

A portrait of you and him stood proudly on his nightstand. Him in his military uniform and you in your JROTC uniform. He looks at it every day and brought it with him to the A.R.E.S base

And cause you learn to fight, you've gotten into a few fights with girls at school who've tried to pour milk on you but you pulled a pocket knife on them

The car ride home was silent as Nam drove you back from school. Early pick up and a four day suspension. You poked at the leather of the BMW car seat mentally preparing for whatever lecture your father was going to give you He slowed the car down at a red light and let out a sigh The signature dad 'I'm gonna say something to scold you' sigh. Nam could swear up and down that he's never sighed like that until you came along "y/n" he began and you slowly looked over at him "If you were going to fight then you should've kept it under wraps. I thought that I had taught you to plan for damage control" "Um" how were you supposed to respond to that? "Now, I don't know what this girl did to make you lash out - so much so as you pulled a knife on her-" Nam said as the light turned green and he began to drive again "Oh please, it was a Swiss Army Knife. Those are lousy weapons" "Do you think the school board cares about that? Especially since "Her father is on the school board" "Her father is on the school board" You said as the same time "Yeah yeah" you waved it off. "He can't expell me I'm the best student AND! The school won't release this to keep their image good" you looked over at him "The only issue is shutting up the dad" you said as you pointed your finger at him "First of all, put your finger down. Secondly, don't change the subject - I'll deal with you at home. And thirdly, leave her father to me"

Tbh, he never understood half of what you did (or said) but you were his only daughter and he loves you so much

© 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀𝙃𝙔𝙋𝙀𝙂𝙄𝙍𝙇 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 | modification and translation of my works on any platforms are strictly prohibited

[sociopathicartist]

Sans Headcanons

(Some romantic, some platonic, some just general ideas, will label them)

G - Sans probably fidgets a lot.

Not something too noticeable, you’d have to be paying close attention to notice it. Just simple things like tugging on the sleeves of his beloved jacket, or making sure his gloves are snug and tight on his hands. Also just other easy fidget stuff- shifting his weight from one leg to the other, swaying side to side a bit. He keeps his hands in his pockets a lot since he doesn’t like when people comment on it. It’s an easy way for his mind to stay distracted and calm whenever he’s not sleeping or watching a show. His fidgeting isn’t that noticeable, he doesn’t have the energy to bounce his leg or twirl something in his hand all the time, that sounds exhausting, but just something to keep him occupied while he’s busy doing nothing or watching his friends chatter around him.

G - He reads labels on literally everything.

Why? Nobody’s too sure. Anytime he’s handed a soda, or a bottle of ketchup, or he sees his brother’s shampoo in the shower (which he finds funny which brand Papyrus buys since he doesn’t even have hair), he just grabs it and reads the ingredients. It’s just interesting to him what’s inside stuff, and he finds it funny whenever there’s something unexpected. Why is there Red Dye 40 in a potato chip bag? He’s not sure, but he’s glad he just read the ingredients and found out that silly gem. Maybe it’s something else to keep his mind occupied, or perhaps it’s just a silly quirk he has that nobody really questions or notices. Either way, he will be reading the label and ingredients on anything you give him.

R - He loves dropping casual compliments.

Anytime he sees you. Anytime.

‘god, you look great.’

‘i like that color on you’

‘hey, beautiful.’

Just drop of a hat 24/7, almost anytime he speaks. He loves letting you know just how amazing you are, and what’s a better and easier way to show that? It’s something that he can do all the time too- over text, on call, in person, on paper. Unlike other ways to show love like physical touch or making you breakfast in the mornings, compliments and cute nicknames are something he can always give to you.

G / P / R - He’s set in his way a lot of the time.

Nothing demeaning or anything. I can’t place the right word for it, but a good example would be if someone was debating or telling him something that he didn’t think was right, all they’d hear is,

‘yeah’

‘uh-huh’

‘surrrree.”

It wouldn’t apply to serious things like arguments where he needs to be mature and communicate, but it would apply to just an opinion debate. Something like, what color is better for this, what this person is doing that he thinks is wrong but another thinks it’s fine. Sure, it’s not the most mature thing, but everyone has quirks or flaws to them that aren’t very mature. It can feel a bit mocking or facetious when he does it, almost like what you are saying is just kinda being tuned out.

P - He thinks of you a lot.

I put this under the platonic category, but it can for sure apply to romantic.

He likes to send little photos to you over the text of something he saw that reminded him of you. He’ll try and watch a movie or listen to a song that you said you liked. Just little things that he does because he values your friendship, not even needing a romantic reason. He just cares for you, so of course he’s going to take on a hobby you suggested he tries, or cook something you said you liked for both him and Papyrus to try. Why wouldn’t he do that? He’s thoughtful, that’s what friends do.

G - He pays a lot of attention to random things.

I guess this doubles with him fidgeting a lot and reading labels on stuff, but I wanted to elaborate a bit more. He’s a detailed character even though he’s very lazy and nonchalant. He pays attention to people, we know this from in-game dialogue, why wouldn’t it be the same for surroundings? He looks away quite a bit when talking to Frisk in the game, so it’s natural to assume he has a bit of a hard time holding eye contact. When he’s talking to his friends or whenever he’s maybe just alone, he likes to look around at things while he listens. He’ll see the ducks wander across the street, or maybe take note of how hot it is outside that day. He just likes focusing on the small details in life that help remind him a bit of his current state and keep him mentally grounded, whether they’re important to other people or not. Little things like noticing the drawings on coffee to-go cups, or how the color of the sidewalk becomes a bit lighter whenever he takes a turn down a certain street all just help him think a little bit clearer. Grasp a bit more onto reality, let him know everything is real and he’s here. He also just likes noticing the things nobody else really does.

Sorry for not uploading in a while! I’ve been enjoying my summer break:), but I’ll be back to uploading pretty regularly. Do you guys want to see more general headcanons like these, or should I stick to romantic/domestic ones? Hope you enjoyed it!

[ryuichirou]

Okay I know you made this art like AGES ago but the womb tattoo Idia lives rentfree in my head and I wanted to ask if you had any hcs connected to that, like which character would love it and breed him nonstop, who'd find it hot in theory but not actually want to knock him up, who'd just make him get rid of it to not even risk it... or maybe someone would just make him a public breeding stock?

Hi again, Anon!

I am so happy you liked that one; I randomly remember that idea from time to time as well. We definitely should revisit it, and I should draw it again, but for now I’ll use your ask as an opportunity to talk about it!

First of all, “public breeding stock” is a phrase that feels so wrong yet so right when you apply it to Idia… thank you for putting this image in our heads. Ah, the way he should be treated 😔

As for the boys, I think none of them would want to get rid of the tattoo in an easy non-sexual manner; maybe it’s because of magic, maybe it’s horny monkey brain, but the moment they see it on Idia’s stomach, they’ll go ballistic lol

I also think that the majority of the boys we ship Idia with wouldn’t actually want to knock him up BUUUUT there is some nuance to this whole thing, so let’s go through the list of our main Idia ships…

Azul – this one actually has some hcs, since the original comic is Azul/Idia-centric! The moment Azul learns about the true meaning of the tattoo, he’ll play the “oh how dare you, did you want to use me for your own satisfaction, Idia-san?” card, of course being very obviously fake about this heartbreak and betrayal of trust. And he would completely ignore the fact that Idia wasn’t planning on doing that at all… and he’ll keep talking about it, while having sex with Idia, completely ignoring Idia who is trying to explain that this isn’t the case. The fact that Idia’s mouth starts smiling involuntarily due to how good it feels doesn’t help his case at all.

Azul doesn’t really buy the breeding thing, but he’ll still get overly horny simply due to how much power he has over Idia in this state, especially as the tattoo lights up with his every move and how Idia exhales whenever the dick leaves his body. They’ll break the spell, but Azul will definitely use it in the future. Controlling Idia by having the one thing that he wants sounds like too powerful of an idea to ignore it. Azul is on his way to learn how to cast it! (he’ll also try not to think about how much he genuinely loved seeing Idia looking like this and desiring him…)

Jade and Floyd will get super into in this exciting new thing that Idia did to himself. It’s like a fun toy just got upgraded into the best toy! Idia is already pretty easy to chase and freak out, but when he’s barely running because his body actually wants him to get railed by these two, even though his mind isn’t… it’s perfect. It also feels like when Idia is scared of them, his sexual frustration gets even worse, so by the time they finally get tired of playing around and pin him down, his tattoo would be so bright and hot and his hips would move on their own because he’s desperate. These two would really push the tattoo’s effect to its absolute limits before they even get to touch Idia directly. So of course they’ll comment on how pathetic Idia looks, and of course they’ll play with him for hours!

While they probably won’t be very interested in the breeding part, they would love how Idia begs them to stop but also keeps clinging to them. They’ll also love how his belly is getting filled and stretched as they finish inside for the 5th time both, and Jade would be the one to not only comment on that, and then Floyd would put pressure on the belly to make Idia squirt out everything he’s been storing inside for the past two hours. His tattoo almost started disappearing, too..! But now that Idia is empty, it’s bright and hungry again.

Ortho – Of course he’ll help his niisan/niichan out! Isn’t it for the best that they can do it together and Idia won’t have to embarrass himself in front of other people? Not to mention, they’ve read a hentai manga just like that about a younger brother who helped out his older sister in the exact same way! What do you mean Ortho shouldn’t have access to this type of literature? Too late! Anyways, he’ll ignore Idia moaning about how wrong this it because he’s too busy enjoying how the tattoo colour changes whenever he changes the settings of his robo-dick.

Ironically, I can picture him of all people kind of wishing to knock Idia up, both as AI Ortho and as actual human Ortho. Not only he’ll say it while fucking the living daylights out of Idia, he’ll also make sure that by the time of his third orgasm Idia would start agreeing with him while crying of pleasure. This would’ve instantly became a cringe memory that Idia could’ve easily brushed off (he wasn’t really himself, it was the tattoo’s fault) when the whole thing is over; but Ortho would say that it’s a bummer that actually knocking Idia up is impossible… Ortho, please, you are the one person who SHOULDN’T think about it!

Sebek – no thoughts head empty; after figuring out what kind of curse this tattoo implies and yelling at Idia for being so obscene, he’ll get consumed by the desire to breed him. Maybe fae react to this type of tattoo stronger? Maybe it’s just a Sebek thing. But the moment he stares at the tattoo for longer than 2 seconds, his pupils will dilate and he will get super horny. He might get a vague desire to actually  impregnate Idia, and it’ll keep his hips going like crazy, but it wouldn’t go further than that. Even though for a moment there he really would feel like Idia’s body is capable of handling fae eggs or anything else for that matter… Still, Sebek will fill Idia with to the brim and just keep creampie-ing him until both of them pass out.

Lilia – he is the one guy who is actually aware about the tattoo and what it represents, and he would be very impressed by the fact that Idia managed to do this to himself somehow. This is absolutely the first time Lilia witnessed someone doing it on accident… He’ll scare Idia with stories about how some infertile fae casted this spell on themselves and pumped out like 5 babies that year in one go, and how the tattoo means that Idia won’t go back to normal until his body is properly satiated with thick and potent seed. Idia could just ignore it of course, it won’t kill him, he’ll just feel incredibly horny all the time and start feeling the urge to shove anything even remotely phallic inside his ass—this is where Idia would beg Lilia to stop talking and making everything worse lol

Lilia will fuck Idia alright! And he’ll feel him good, while still talking about how Idia’s body will start changing whether he wants it or not. Idia will be completely terrified but also too horny to think about anything because Lilia would feel way too good.

But ALSO. When Lilia himself is done (grandpa can’t go 10 rounds like he used to…), he could actually do the “making Idia a public breeding stock” thing and just invite all the Diasomnia students to have their way with Idia. He’ll stay there the whole time, holding Idia’s legs and patting his head playfully while Idia completely loses his mind because both his hair and his tattoo would go absolutely crazy because of how overwhelmed and horny he is. He wouldn’t remember just how many guys he took that day, but thankfully, they left plenty of autographs on his body with a marker that Lilia found somewhere.

[dira333]

Passing Peonies - Post War Touya Todoroki - Part IX

When the war ended, Midoriya Izuku had proven one thing: That Villains did not need to be killed to be defeated. That you could make friends from enemies.

Touya Todoroki, formerly known as Dabi, had been one of those taken into the rehabilitation program. After one year of intense physical and psychological therapy, he's got the chance to prove himself. To prove that he can be a part of this world.

Complete fic length: 30.600 words - Masterlist

Warnings: poor mental health and resentment against past actions is mentioned, burn scars etc. as well. There is angst but this is mostly soft Touya coming back to his family...

Part 9: (2k words)

“Todoroki-san?” 

He looks up redecorating the display outside, his thick coat warming him against the winter weather but also cutting him off from seeing the person that has approached him.

He turns to see Shouto’s girlfriend, Momo something. 

“Hi?” It’s not like she hasn’t been here before, but she usually doesn’t come alone.

“Hello. I’d like to buy a bouquet. If that’s possible?” 

He wants to roll his eyes at that question but refrains from doing so.

“Sure. Just head inside.” 

“I-” She stops and looks down at the wooden pieces he’s trying to assemble. He knew the moment he proposed it that building up the display of bird feeders - all looking like miniature homes - was a bad idea. His hands aren’t all that agreeable in the warmth and even worse outside in the cold. But Mari hasn’t stopped giving him the side eye and he’s happy for every chance to get away from her.

“Do you need help with that?” She asks.

“No, it’s supposed to look like that.”

He wonders for a second if she’ll drop it for the sake of politeness but she seems to swallow her nerve.

“I was actually hoping I could talk to you.”

“About what?”

“Shouto.”

He blinks. 

“You want to talk to me about my brother?” 

“Yes.” She nods fervently. “I- When I came over that one night. I mean, when we celebrated… I think it was both the garden and your six-month anniversary, I noticed something.”

“So?”

He knows he’s less than polite to a possible customer and his brother’s girlfriend, but it’s cold, his hands won’t do what he tells them to do and she’s keeping him from doing his actual job to blabber about nonsense.

“We’ve been together for almost a year now and he’s never looked at me like you look at your girlfriend.”

He blinks. She stares back at him with some kind of nervous determination.

He blinks again.

“You got that all wrong.” He huffs and turns back to the bird feeders. “That wasn’t the kind of anniversary we were celebrating.”

“That’s not what I meant.” She blurts out and moves, trying to get him to look back at her again.

“I’m trying to break up with him.” She blurts out yet again and he freezes this time.

“What?”

“Shouto. I’m trying to break up with Shouto. I don’t think he loves me. I mean he thinks he loves me but I doubt he knows what that really means. And it’s hard, because I don’t want to lose him as a friend, but I also feel like he’s using me as a crutch and that’s not fair to any of us.”

“Why would you tell me that?” He asks her. “I don’t want to know that kind of stuff!”

“But-” 

“No.” He drops the pieces back on the display table and rights himself up.

“You can wait here. I’m not the person to talk you out of this.”

-

You look up from the bouquet Mari is clumsily tying together.

“Everything okay?”

“No. Shouto’s girlfriend is here and wants relationship advice.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I’m not doing that. Could you… talk to her?”

You look down at Mari who immediately starts glaring again.

“Mari can help me with the Display.” Touya offers, even going as far as calling her by her actual name. “My hands don’t work outside anyway.”

“Would that be okay, Mari?”

Mari glares wordlessly until she huffs out a breath and shrugs.

“Get your jacket then.” Touya orders rudely and waits for her to slip into the backroom before he mutters a quick warning.

“Just, don’t listen too closely to what she’s saying, okay? She’s mixed up the reason we celebrated and stuff like that.”

“Thank you for that advice, Touya-kun.” You tell him, your voice almost chiding but your eyes twinkling with mirth at his expense.

-

Mari needs half an hour to build up the birdhouses and even less time to decorate them in the way Touya had planned.

Neither you nor Shouto’s girlfriend have stepped out of the shop and he’s blocked off any customers by “politely” telling them that the shop’s a little busy at the moment.

“What now?” Mari asks when everything is assembled and they can still see you at the counter. He hasn’t heard her speak once so it’s a bit of a surprise to hear her now.

“I’m buying you a hot chocolate, coffee, whatever. The more they’re talking the less I have to say.”

“Wow.” She sniffs. “What a great brother.”

“Like I’d be any help. Boss will at least set her head straight. If she still breaks up with him it’s what she really wants to do.”

Mari rolls her eyes and pulls a pack of cigarettes out of her coat jacket, flicking a lighter to life.

The sight of the little flame hits him sudden and hard, like a fist to the soft lining of his stomach or a blow to the back.

“What?” She asks when he keeps staring at her long after she’s clicked her lighter shut.

There’s a weird tingle in his hands and he wonders if he really hasn’t seen a flame since the day his family brought him in.

“Nothing.” He blurts out, forcing his head away to break eye contact with the glowing tip of her cigarette. 

Smoke circles around him and the tingling spreads from his hands up to his shoulders. 

“What do you want?” He asks, following it up with an almost panicked: “To drink, I mean?”

“I don’t care.” She stops in front of the coffee shop. “You can buy yourself something, I’ll just stay outside and have a smoke.”

When he steps inside to get away from her he feels like he did with Fukuhara, the thought of her coming after him pouring shivers down his back.

-

When they get back, Momo’s gone and he must look as out of it as he’s feeling because you put the back of your hand against his temple and tell him to go home and rest.

“You don’t have a fever but I don’t want to risk anything.” You say. “Call someone to pick you up, okay? I don’t want you driving like that.”

He slips into the backroom, the sight of the few plants up for repotting calming him down instantly. His fingers trace the leaves of a Monstera as he waits for someone to pick up, but to his dismay, every member of his family seems busy.

His mother calls him back first, promising to send an Uber his way.

“I’ll get home right away.” She promises. “I can pick you up some Takoyaki on the way, you used to love that as a child when you got sick.”

He wants to say that he’s not five anymore but every time he blinks he sees a flickering flame behind his eyelids and it’s hard to say no to comfort when you’re shaken.

“Thanks.” He mutters instead. “Love you, mom.”

“I love you too, Touya.”

-

The streets outside are busy with people starting their holiday shopping, bumping into him as he waits for the car to arrive.

When it does, he slips inside, only to have the door handle ripped from his hands.

“What the f-” Someone slips in after him, falling into his lap and rolling over until they are seated next to him, grinning like a fool.

“Toga?!” 

“Long time no see.” She says and turns to the driver with a saccharine smile. “You can drive. We’re sharing the ride.”

“No, we’re not.” He disagrees immediately. “What are you doing here?”

“What does it look like?” She cocks her head to look even more adorable. She’s still dressed like a schoolgirl, in a thick woolen blazer and a woolen skirt. “I am allowed to go and meet friends.”

He wants to tell her that they are, in fact, not friends, but there’s an edge to the look she’s giving him that has him fall silent.

“You can drive.” He tells the driver with a sigh and pulls the door closed, throwing one last look back at the flower shop but there are too many people between him and the window to see anything or anyone.

-

“How long have you been working?” Toga asks as soon as the car is back on the road. “They’re not letting me out of therapy long enough to get a job.”

“About six months now.”

“Really? Did you lie to get out faster?”

“I didn’t lie.” He pushes his elbow into her side, mainly to annoy her, but he’s surprised how thin she’s become.

“Are they feeding you enough?”

“Yeah, yeah.” She waves him off. “I’m just not in the mood to eat all the time. How’s family?”

“They’re doing good. It’s… It’s kinda nice, to have them around.”

“Yeah, I suppose that’s true.”

Silence falls over them.

“Did Hawks… Did he come to your therapy as well? Or did they only do that with me?”

“Oh, you mean the joint therapy? Yeah, but I tried to bite him so they have stopped trying that for the moment. My parents signed a restriction order against me, so that’s that, but Ochako comes in every other week.”

“Ochako.” He furrows his brows, trying to picture the girl. “She always buys blush pink roses.”

“Oh yes!” Toga gleams. “They are for me. I love them. She mentioned that you handle them with care so I looked up every flower shop in the city to find you.”

“Are you even allowed to do that?”

“Why shouldn’t I? It was so funny how you freaked out when I called your name last time.”

“That was you?!” This time he puts her in a headlock and she laughs, loudly, as if she knows that he’s not really intent on hurting her.

And he isn’t, really, which surprises him the most, because this might risk everything he’s worked for so far, but this is also Toga, someone he probably knows better than the rest of his family.

They fall silent again, as he lets her go, but it’s more comfortable now.

“I can’t believe you looked me up. I’m not sure if this is even allowed.”

“Is that a problem?” 

“Yeah.” His heart thrums as he thinks of the possible consequences. “If they kick me out of the flower shop-”

“You mean if they take you away from the girl you looove?” 

“Oh, shut up, this is serious.”

“I asked, actually. What I was allowed to do if I saw you… It’s a big city but we could pass each other, you know? They said I was allowed to greet you and talk to you but should keep it to a minimum at first until we know how it affects us.”

“Yeah, and sharing my Uber is minimum?”

“You looked really sad standing there, what was I supposed to do? Leave you to rot in your own misery? What happened, anyway? Did you break up?”

“No!” She eyes him curiously and he lowers his voice again.

“No, not like that. Just… Mari, our new hire, smoked in front of me and I realized I haven’t seen fire since we got taken in. Freaked me out a bit.”

“Is it because of your quirk or are you traumatized because you were essentially burning alive?”

The question surprises him.

“I hadn’t thought of the second option.” He admits.

“Well if I’d been burnt alive, I’d definitely be afraid of fire. Also, is Mari that girl you worked outside with? She’s bad news.”

Her voice takes on a grave tone and he eyes her suspiciously.

“What do you mean? Do you know something?”

“No, just a feeling.”

“You could just be jealous.”

“Nah, she’s not that cute.” 

Toga stops and stares out the window. “Are you driving home?”

“Yeah. My mom probably shouldn’t see you. Where should we let you out?”

“Can we exchange numbers?”

He hesitates and she recognizes it. 

“Never mind.” She tells him brusquely. “We were never friends anyway. You can let me out here.”

In less then a minute, she’s gone.

And he doesn’t know if he should have acted differently.

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THE ABOUT PAGE!

everything you need to know about in between!

( angelicsoka, 2024 )

ADA "BUBBA" EVANS

✴ BUBBA'S BASICS!

NAME ada sylvie evans

NICK NAMES bubba, bubs, & A

BIRTHDAY 25th of january

ZODIAC aquarius

FACECLAIM mikey madison

CURRENT AGE 19 years old

PRONOUNS & SEXUALITY she/her & bisexual

HOMETOWN des moines, iowa

EDUCATION high school diploma

PIERCING & TATTOOS conch, lobes, helix & a cluster of sparkles on her right thigh

✴ BUBBA'S PERSONALITY!

QUALITIES bubba is pretty introverted when you first meet her. she tends to blossom into her extrovert-like personality over time. due to this, bubba is more of a loner. she'd rather keep to herself, spending her time reading and watching movies. she grew up an only child, so she is pretty use to the quiet life she is living. she yearns to be more confident and not care so much about pleasing people or having them like her.

LIKES & HOBBIES reading, watching movies and shows, listening to music, swimming, horseback riding, collecting funko pops & figurines, building legos, & traveling

DISLIKES spiders & wasps!!, loud places, driving in unfamiliar places, going somewhere unfamiliar, harassment

MENTAL HEALTH diagnosed with major depression disorder & generalized anxiety

✴ BUBBA'S FAVORITES & COMFORTS!

HER FAVORITES !

MOVIE revenge of the sith

TV SHOW psych

DISNEY PRINCESS elsa

FICTIONAL CHARACTERS louise belcher, ahsoka tano, & padmé amidala

SONG view between villages by noah kahan

VIDEO GAME resident evil 6 & red dead redemption 2

BOOK bird box by josh malerman

ARTISTS noah kahan & radio company

ANIMALS horses & deer

FOODS & DRINKS steak, red velvet cupcakes, & water, powerade, fruit punch

PEOPLE luke hughes, cole caufield, & her mother

HER COMFORTS !

MOVIE live action little mermaid & bambi II

TV SHOW bob's burgers

DISNEY PRINCESS ariel

FICTIONAL CHARACTERS ahsoka tano, okoye, & shawn spencer

SONG call your mom by noah kahan

VIDEO GAME red dead redemption 2

BOOK carrie by stephen king

ARTISTS we three & hozier

ANIMALS horses

FOODS & DRINKS ice cream & chocolate milk

PEOPLE quinn hughes and her father <3

✴ BUBBA'S FUN FACTS!

bubba's father helps open casinos all over the united states, her mother is best selling author.

luke coins her the nickname "bubba" as she chews hubba bubba gum all. the. time.

she lived in des moines, iowa until she was ten, because her father was promoted to the position he is in now.

she has lived in new york, san diego, tampa, and most recently, las vegas.

her mother is a stay at home mom, spending her free time writing mystery & horror novels.

although bubba is loved dearly by her parents, they weren't always around and when they were, they were busy with work or stressed out.

bubba took to horseback riding in her free time, which she had a lot of.

bubba wasn't the happiest about moving to michigan, but her mind quickly changed when she saw the house and the view.

bubba has one ex boyfriend named sebastian nicks.

bubba hates taking her antidepressants because they make her feel numb. she'd rather feel sad and hopeless than numb.

bubba's anxiety makes it hard for her to talk to people or do the things she really wants to do ( ie. concerts, dating, going to the movies )

bubba is OBSESSED with star wars because when she was little, her dad would sit with her to watch the movies

she has met ewan mcgregor, hayden christensen, mark hamill, and carrie fischer (rip 🕊️)

padmé amidala and leia organa have been her role models since she was kid. she even wrote a paper on them for her fifth grade english class.

whenever she is feeling down, bubba's father will try his best to find time to watch the movies with her. he will go buy all her favorite foods and they will stay up all night having movie marathons.

if her father can't, luke will step up and do it for him <3

IN BETWEEN INFORMATION

takes place in the summer of '23

people who will stay at the hughes' lake house during the duration of this fic will include: the hughes bros ( duh. ), trevor zegras, cole caufield, ethan edwards, mark estapa, luca & adam fantilli, elias pettersson, brock boeser, and possibly more!

other people to appear include: nico hischier, sebastian nicks ( oc ), curtis lazar, john marino, and possibly more!

luke honestly sucks at talking to girls in this fic... especially bubba.

more info set to come at a later date!

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Can I have a classement of your boys from must cuddly to less cuddly?

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Will hug you all day every day and will whine if you wants to leave him. Come on :( Five more minutes :( At this point, you're wondering if you can't buy some overgrown baby carrier so he can hug you all day long.

Underswap Papyrus - Will hug you to comfort himself all day if you don't ask him to let you breathe. It's like having a koala on the back. Honey is a big cuddly boy, and he can't live a day without one. When he has no one, he's hugging the huge plushies in his bed or his dogs.

Farmtale Papyrus - He's too anxious from this world and will come to his brother or you for hugs when he can't take it anymore. Or for anything, really. Ben needs to be around his favorite people all day and hugging is his way to ask for attention without having to talk. Please give him attention.

Horrortale Sans - Will randomly kidnap people he likes in his hoodie to cuddle with them for hours. It can be at any time of day or night. Works with his S/O, his brother, Toriel or any animal of the farm. No one is safe.

Horrorswap Papyrus - A bit more shy than his Underswap conterpart, but still a big cuddly guy. He just needs to trust first, which can take some time. Once you're tamed him though? He's stuck to you all day long.

Disbelief Papyrus - He's craving for physic touch and hugs, but can be a bit shy to ask them as he has not a lot of self confidence anymore. But he enjoys and cherishes them all.

Swapfell Papyrus - Rus loves to touch people, and hug them to embarass them is one of his favorite things to do. He has no shame sitting on you to hug your ass or randomly jumping on your back to hug you from behind. He doesn't give a care in the world, either you're someone he knows or a random bully in the street.

Dancefell Sans - He's baby and as baby he needs hugs. When he's scared or sad, he comes to claim hugs. He doesn't care if you're busy. He wants a hug. Now.

Outertale Papyrus - He needs lot of reassurance and agressively hug people when he is too stressed by something is one of his coping mechanisms.

Undertale Papyrus - He can keeps his distance if you wants, but Papyrus would gladly hug you to death for no reason. That's his love language, not only with S/O, but with his friends or brother. He's just a very tactile guy.

Underfell Sans - Red is surprisingly more cuddly than Classic Sans, but it's never for innocent reason. Red is very observant and noticed that giving affection = something nice happening. You're getting manipulated all day.

Dancetale Sans - He likes hugs, and can pout when you forget to hug him before going to work. How dare you forget him :(

Dancefell Papyrus - He's a good hugger, and he loves doing melodramatic hugs to have your attention when he feels lonely. He can have days where he doesn't want any though. It's only when he decides.

Undertale Sans - Your average cuddly guy. He needs his independance from time to time, but won't refuse a good hug once in a while. He is especially cuddly in the morning, just after waking up.

Outertale Sans - Like Sans, he's average. He's never against a good hug, and will gladly give one to everyone who asks.

Mafiafell Sans - He's an average cuddler, but he's way more cuddly with his dogs than with you. He will invite you to hug the dogs with him though.

Dancetale Papyrus - He's not a big cuddler, but needs hugs when he's sad. He's pretty independant otherwise, but doesn't refused hugs from his love ones, especially when he can naps at the same time.

Horrortale Papyrus - He gives hugs when people asks, but because his back hurts so much, he's not the best with that anymore. He is not very comfortable with physic contact after what happened with Undyne.

Horrorfell Papyrus - He might have started to enjoy them. He won't show it though. But maybe, just maybe, that light purring he's desperatly trying to hide is a sign he likes it.

Killer Sans - He will tolerate you hugging him once in a while, and will eventually realise he actually likes that, and one day, will give you a very awkward hug out of nowhere.

Ink - Has ADHD and the QI of an oyster. He's not against you hugging him but he will quickly shoo you off as it's boring and he has other things to do.

Mafiatale Sans - He tolerates them once in a while and might even asks for one someday, but he's not a big cuddler.

Underfell Papyrus - He tolerates hugs from people he is really closed from. But he's not one who will come to give them spontaneously. He's way too pride for this.

Swapfell Sans - He will accept his fate with a big sigh and roll his eyes at you, but he's not resisting.

Mafiafell Papyrus - He accepts it but will protest and whine the whole time like a child because he's mad.

Dustale Sans - Wh- What are you doing??? Dune doesn't resist, but his mind is entirely blank every time and he has no idea what's going on. He lets you hug him but doesn't hug you back though.

Horrorfell Sans - Nah please. He's not comfortable with hugs. He can give one, very exceptionally, once in a while, but he is not a hugger and doesn't like being hug, especially by surprise.

Farmtale Sans - He's not a hugger, he thinks they're boring and keeping him away from his work. If you really wants one and argues twenty minutes with him, he might give you one out of pity, but please for the love of Asgore not more than a few seconds.

Underswap Sans - He's not a big hugger. Hugs doesn't last more than a few seconds with him, and he's fleeing any planned cuddle sessions. He doesn't like being stuck against his will.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He tenses every time someone hugs him. He has enough self control to stay calm, but he really doesn't like it. He got stabbed by someone using this method once and that's vaccinated him forever. He doesn't like hugs and will ask you to please stay away.

Horrorswap Sans - He refuses any physic touch. He's still nice about it, but there's too many bad memories associated with this. Keep your distance please.

Mafiatale Papyrus - Will hiss at you and even bite you if you don't let go of him. It's a firm no.

Error - Will hiss at you and probably try to kill you if you dare to try again.