#johnny soft hours

[ncityprincess]

NCT 127 and their types as Pinterest pictures (Johnny)

Note: I’m not talking about specific looks (skin color, body types etc) when I’m talking about types. I’m just talking aesthetic wise 🤗

As the head fashion evaluator himself, he would have the range to appreciate a true Fashion Girlie™️. He’ll travel to every thrift store in the city with you for hours without a single complaint as long as there’s coffee involved.

[babbymochiiii]

How They React When You’re Sick: NCT 127 EDITION

꒰ ͜͡➸ trope: established relationships

꒰ ͜͡➸ nct! boyfriends x non gender specific! reader

this was born because of the sheer fact i’m under the weather a bit so…here they are 💆🏻

dividers credit @horangipilled 🖤

ೃ⁀➷ Johnny

Honestly with Johnny he would be near you but at the same time give you space just cause he knows you might throw hands with him…💀

You’re both a bit stubborn ngl so as long as you don’t ask or call for him he ain’t coming towards you

IDK I feel like at the same time he’s still keeping an eye from you just from afar so you don’t get upset 🤷🏼

“Why aren’t you coming near me? 🥺”

“Cause you tried hitting me with your sandal—“

“Oh…”

Yeah you’re feisty when you’re sick 💅🏼

Sometimes I think Johnny does it more so you’re at peace cause that’s just how you are but he’s literally worried sick internally cause you tend to get sick a bit too often sometimes

“You’re so careless, can’t you be more careful so you don’t get sick Angel? 😭”

ೃ⁀➷ Taeyong

Oh my god the poor man 😭 he’s literally suffering with you

Like he’s literally just embodying 🥺 the whole time

“Are you sure you don’t need my help baby? 🥺👉🏼👈🏼”

HES JUST SO CUTE OKAY LIKE—

You feel bad that he feels bad that you’re sick, but you’re always reassuring him that it’s just a small cold and nothing more

Until you do get a bit worse

THEN is taeyong running around like crazy trying to find good remedies to help with your sore throat and cough.

As you get better, poor baby will be the one getting sick now (even when you warned him)

“I told you worrying the way you were and being near me would get you sick :(“

“It was worth it 🥴👍🏼”

ೃ⁀➷ Yuta

Y’all…as a fellow Scorpio this could honestly go both ways

He could dot on you and make sure you’re okay by giving you the needed vitamins and medications you need to feel better

OR he would literally tell you to get away from him cause he doesn’t want to get sick 💀

It all depends on his mood, or how important of a schedule is coming up and can’t afford to get sick

There’s no in between…✋🏼💀

“Awe baby lemme help you out.”

“No — nO — NO—“

“Baby you know I can’t get sick 😭”

He will whine about it if you’re close to him and will make a finger cross towards you 😭😂

Sometimes he ends up being sick or he just gets a sneezing fit

ೃ⁀➷ Doyoung

He acts like he doesn’t care

Will honestly make you believe it at one point

“Just don’t come near me yeah? I can’t get sick.”

Will make a BIG ASS deal about how he can’t come near you because you’re sick and he can’t get sick cause it will ruin the whole schedule that’s been planned out

But he sends you vitamin replenishment drinks, snacks, you name it to your door step with a note

“Please get well baby :(❤️ I’m sorry for being a grouch 😔🫶🏼”

Sometimes, and rarely even sometimes it’s always when you’re sick, you wanna deck tf out of him just because he’s being sour and all you have is a runny nose.

WILL DENY ALL AND ANY SORT OF ACCUSATIONS YOU THROW AT HIM FOR BEING SOUR

“I don’t know what you’re talking about 🤷🏼” (red ass fucking ears giving him away)

But ofc you got the members and receipts to back you up 😎💅🏼

He ends up cuddling you all night long after you call him out

You can’t really be that mad at him (though you really are) cause you get where he’s coming from just as long as he makes up for it when you’re better

ೃ⁀➷ Jaehyun

My man is dotting on you!!!

Just like taeil, he doesn’t want you moving at all. He prefers making sure you’re well rested, hydrated, and overall content

Honestly you try to get up and do your own things but he has this 6th sense where he just knows and he would be so gentle when questioning you

“Where you going baby?”

“I gotta pee 🧍🏼”

“Need any help?”

“No?”

Just stands there for a moment contemplating whether or not should he be by your side

With a quiet sigh he always gives to a gently smile

“Okay baby. Call me if you need anything.”

ೃ⁀➷ Jungwoo

Just like Taeyong he’s embodying 🥺 around you

He doesn’t know what personal space is

IT IS WHAT IT IS

he doesn’t care if he gets sick or not he’s on you

25/8 Jungwoo is on you, cuddling you, kissing you,dotting on you

Sick? Doesn’t give a fuck 🤷🏼

“We’re in love! No sickness will separate us! 😤”

“Jungwoo please I feel like ima puke.”

“Then puke on me 😍”

You have to literally pry him off of you

Had to bring Taeyong and Johnny one time to help you get him off 😭

“NO, NO, NO!!! DONT TAKE ME AWAY!! BABY PLEASE—!”

“Jungwoo I’m literally going to puke! Let me do it with some privacy!”

“But I’m supposed to be with you!”

Man is sulking like a scolded puppy 😭 pouty lips and everything

Honestly feel bad for him 🥹🙏🏼

ೃ⁀➷ Mark

Dude…

This man doesn’t know what to do to make you feel better 😭

Is literally calling Johnny and asks what he gives his partner to make them feel better

“Do you seriously not know what to give to them?”

“N-no! I mean…taeyong hyung is always the one giving me the medications :(“

Poor baby is suffering and google isn’t helping him 😭

But you are!

You calmly (bc we know he’s panicking) tell him which medications work best for you and don’t and always give him a visual aid on said medications.

“Babe I feel bad :( like I’m not being helpful at all…”

“Mark, baby, you’re doing great!”

(You’re always reassuring him)

“Dude…🥺”

ೃ⁀➷ Haechan

It’s either he’s doesn’t get sick or he is sick with you

(he’s the one that got you sick)

Whinny

Literally whining the whole time 😭

“Why do I gotta be sick! This sucks I can’t even get head from you cause you can’t even breathe properly 😭😭😭😭”

Forgot to mention….he’s usually 24/7 horny-ness is 100x worse than it usually is

“Haechan—“

“YOU WANT ME SO BAD!!! CANT DENY IT COME ON BABY LETS DO IT!!”

“Haechan I literally feel like I’m dying right now”

“So we die together 😍🙏🏼”

“Haechan fuck off im not doing this with you 😭”

WILL AND SHOVE IT IN YOUR FACE just how sulky he got 💀

Then you threaten to call Taeyong on him then he’s gonna act like he did nothing wrong

“What? 😁 I didn’t do anything 😁”

Will be side eyeing him the whole night because you know he’s up to no good 💀

literally was giggling the whole time writing this cause of how much fun it is !!! haven’t done it in a while (I was writing this first before my valentine post 😭👍🏼)

But I hope you guys enjoyed it!! Lemme know if I should do different scenarios and with the other members too!

remember my asks are open! and if you wish to join my taglist make sure to comment/message me !! :)) ❤️

Much love MWAH MWAH 🥰

— mochi 🖤

[florawrites-blog]

"Im not a addict"- l.dh

Warning: mentions of alcohol , alcohol addiction, collapsing, stress, mentions of daddy issues and toxicity in relationships.

The sight of Haechan's collapsed body on the floor of your room still haunted you. The fear and confusion you felt that day rushed back as you found him in the kitchen, reaching for another drink. "When did you come back?" you asked, concern lacing your voice as you approached him. "Just now," he replied curtly, not bothering to look at you as he focused on opening his drink. Your worry grew as you noticed the tension in his voice. "How was your day? You don't sound well. Are you okay? You didn't reply to any of my calls or messages." "Listen, save this for later. I really wanna stay alone right now," Haechan snapped, his tone sharp as he slammed his hands on the counter. "Haechan, please don't do this. Okay, let's not talk, but please put the alcohol away. Remember our promise, Haechan. Five months, only five months without alcohol," you pleaded, reaching out to touch his arm. "God, seriously, Y/N, stop making it sound like I'm an addict and just stop being so clingy. I asked to be alone, and that's what I expect you to do," he growled, frustration evident in his voice. You recoiled at his harsh words, feeling a pang of hurt mixed with your worry. "Seriously, Haechan, you're no different from them. You drink when you're happy, sad, stressed, mad... You drink like it's water. I'm so worried, please." As you spoke, he reached for another bottle, but before he could open it, you snatched it away, accidentally dropping it to the floor where it shattered into pieces. The noise drew the attention of the other members, Johnny rushing to Haechan's side while Yuta came to yours, and Jaehyun and Taeil stood nearby, unsure of what to do. Haechan raised his arm in anger, but Johnny quickly restrained him. "Stop it, both of you," Johnny urged, trying to diffuse the escalating tension. "Just 'cause your dad is an addict doesn't mean I will be like him, Y/N. So cut me some slack or leave," Haechan growled, his voice filled with defiance. You pushed Yuta's hands away, refusing to back down. "Wow, Haechan, you might think you aren't, but trust me, you aren't any different," you said, your voice steady despite the turmoil within you. "don't ever compare me to that son of bitch who doesn't even know if your alive or not"

Haechan's hurtful words cut through the air like a knife, leaving a lingering ache in your chest. But instead of crumbling under his verbal assault, you held your ground, your voice unwavering. "Wow, Haechan, you might say this because you're drunk, but I am completely sober. And let me tell you this in front of your hyungs: the worst thing a girl could go through is trying to escape her dad but finding it in a person they truly love. And what's worse is coming back home, wanting to be in my boyfriend's arms, but finding him laying there on the cold floor, not knowing what to do." You met his gaze, your eyes reflecting both pain and determination. "And don't even think of apologizing to me tomorrow when you sober up. I won't expect any apology unless it's the one where you're on your knees, begging." With that, you turned on your heel and walked away, leaving Haechan to grapple with his own demons as you sought solace elsewhere.

I wrote this while the math teacher was being a absolute dipshit.

[jaehyunsprincesspeach]

Bullet to the Heart

Chapter 1

mafia!Johnny x fem!reader

wc: 1.5k

warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of gunshots, mentions of kidnapping (brief), mentions of alcohol, mentions of trauma (brief),

She's leaving behind her past, escaping the trap of perfection that she's been stuck in. Moving from Busan to Seoul, the possibilities are endless... though the universe has different plans for her... plans that she never in her wildest dreams would have imagined...

He runs… as fast as he can… as far as he can… the memory of the gunshots ringing in his mind, the memory of the screams, the memory of fear, driving him to keep going. As his mind wanders to the events that just happened, he doesnt recognize the area he's gone to… he's always had a troubled past, born on the wrong side of the tracks. His father was an alcoholic, and his mother was a broken woman, living a life she felt stuck in, wanting more. HIs father left when he was six years old, leaving him with a depressed mother, and a revolving door of boyfriends that she would bring home. After Johnny's father left, he became… angry… angry with life… but this? This he never anticipated. 

As he runs, he makes his way into an area that he is not familiar with. He slows down, his run shifting to a walk, as he looks around at the surrounding area. As he continues walking a figure comes into view… a tall man with a strong build, seemingly studying him as he approaches

“You've got guts walking around this area at night kid…”

Johnny looks up at the man, a mix of defiance and anguish in his eyes

“What's your name kid?”

“J-Johnny…”

“Johnny? What are you doing here?”

Johnny's eyes widen as he thinks again of the events that led him here. The fear visible in his eyes as he looks at the man. The stranger lets out a small sigh.

“Come on Johnny, you shouldn't be out here alone. Come with me.”

“W-Where are we going?”

“Headquarters. We'll talk more there.”

“Headquarters? Who are you?”

“I said we’ll talk more when we get there. Are you coming or what?”

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She sits at the dining room table with her parents. Another silent dinner as her father stares at his phone, while her mother keeps her head down, silently eating. The silence… The silence is deafening… ever since her mother caught her father cheating on her, things have been… tense… y/n, a pretty girl with a heart of gold… born into a rich family that lacks everything she values… connection, authenticity, love… Her father works as a CEO for one of the largest companies in Busan, and her mother stays home. A month ago, her mother caught her father cheating with his secretary, and since then, nothing has been the same… her parents think that staying together is helping her, but deep down, y/n knows things would be better for everyone if they separated…

The tension at the dinner table is too much for her… she grabs her plate and walks out of the room. Her parents watch as she escapes to her bedroom, but they don't bother stopping her… she sits in her room, her dinner growing cold as she looks at the stars outside of her window, hoping… praying… wishing for something to change… anything… her mundane life catching up to her… the routine becoming suffocating. She hates it, hates how she has to maintain a perfect image for the sake of her family’s reputation. On the outside, her life seems perfect, but inside, she feels as if she's drowning… as if she's just about to reach the surface, but something always pulls her back under. 

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Six Years Later 

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y/n has graduated from college, finally living a life she is excited for. She feels a sense of relief, being out of school, starting a life full of endless possibilities, new experiences, and things to explore. She moved from her hometown of Busan to Seoul, starting her life over. Living a life she feels excited for, and for the first time ever, she feels a sense of happiness. Despite the busy streets and crowded cafe’s, she feels more at home than she ever has. 

She goes about her day, working in a small cafe on her laptop when the aura in the room grows ominous… She looks around seeing a group of men walk into the cafe, all wearing black leather jackets, but one guy in particular catches her eye… a tall man with a scar that runs from just above his eyebrow, to his cheekbone. A chill runs down her spine as she sees the scar. The aura of the group instantly intimidating everyone in the room. As she looks at him with wide curious eyes, he suddenly looks over at her. His dark brown eyes give her a cold look, but there's a hint of surprise… She looks back at him wondering what's going to happen, but he takes her by surprise. He subtly shakes his head, as if silently telling her not to ask questions… her eyes grow wide again, but just when she's about to lower her eyes, he subtly motions for her to leave… sensing the tension in the air, she doesn’t quietly, inconspicuously, packs her things and walks out of the cafe…

As she walks back to her apartment, her mind wanders a million miles an hour… Who was he? How did he get that scar? Why did he motion for her to leave? Is something bad happening? She continues walking home, but even after arriving in the safety of her apartment, she can't get this mysterious man off of her mind… 

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She walks into a bar, one seemingly casual night, with some friends from work. As they approach the bar she looks to the side and sees someone sitting in a booth… there he was, the man with the scar… still looking at her with the same cold eyes… she quickly looks away, as one of her friends speaks

“Y/n, you gonna get a drink?”

She gently shakes her head, as if shes shaking the thoughts out of her mind

“Y-Yeah, sorry… just a little distracted…” “Someone caught your eye already?”

“No no, I just have a lot on my mind…”

“Well, we're here for some fun… loosen up a little, you deserve it…”

She smiles softly at her friend before ordering a drink. As she waits, she can feel the man's eyes on her, but she doesn't look back to him. She tries to ignore the intimidating aura that she can feel from across the bar as she grabs her drink and follows her friend to the crowded dance floor. She tries her hardest to enjoy the night, but by the time they leave, she's drained, physically, mentally, and emotionally… Nothing sounds more appealing to her than slipping into the comfort of her bed.

Her friends all disperse and make their way to their own apartments, leaving her to walk alone… she looks up at the darkness of the night sky, but she feels like someone is watching her… following her… she turns to look behind her, but the street is empty… she slowly turns and continues walking, until someone pulls her into a dark alley, covering her mouth with their hand before slamming her against the wall… the man stares at her with a dangerous look in his eyes, a sinister smirk tracing his lips…

“Well well, I caught myself a pretty little thing huh?”

Y/N tries to push the man off of her, but her smaller build proves to make that difficult…

“Look at you, pretty girl… thinking you could actually fight me off… its cute”

She tries to scream, but her mouth is muffled by the man's hand… she squirms and tries to break free, but her struggle is pointless against the man's larger build… tears slowly fill her eyes as the worst possible outcomes fill her mind.

Footsteps are heard, seemingly running closer, catching both her attention and the strangers attention. Before either of them can process what's happening, a tall figure emerges from the shadows of the alley, sending the man to the ground with an aggressive push. Y/N gasps softly when the stranger's hand is suddenly gone from her lips… she looks at the scene with wide eyes of fear as the stranger that had snatched her is knocked unconscious… She freezes in fear when the man from the shadows turns to look at her… and there he was… the man with the scar… protecting her… her eyes widen further as she sees him up close for the first time… he's more handsome than she imagined, even with the scar… his deep commanding voice pulls her from her thoughts…

“Get out of here.”

His tone left no room for contradiction. A chill runs down her spine as his voice hits her ears. She hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly and walking quickly out of the alleyway.

As she walks out of the alleyway, he watches her leave. His thoughts consume him, questioning why he's so concerned with this stranger. Why can't I get her out of my head? I don't even know her? Who is she? His mind rolls, but shifts to anger when he looks down at the man who dared to put his hands on her.

“You're coming with me.”

He throws the man over his shoulder, walking deeper into the alley, disappearing into the shadows.

[fullsunisms]

golden hour.

[strigital]

Freezing my ass off working at outdoor shopping in minus 5°C got me thinking about how Johnny would one hundred percent pissed, peeved and disgruntled if V ever got in a situation where they're cold and there's no way to warm up. Maybe they're stuck in the desert at night and their car is out of choo so they can't turn on the heating. Maybe it's pouring autumn rain and they just happen to have forgotten their jacket (maybe even Johnny's jacket?) at home. Maybe they were forced to take a dip in the bay and are now wet and shivering. Whatever the reason, he'd be so pissed there's nothing he can do to help. No jacket to take off his back and give to V, no ability to sit shoulder-to-shoulder sharing body heat or even to run off quickly and get a cup of hot coffee for them. He's just forced to sit there, endure their numb fingers, blue lips and shivering insides. All he can do is call them stupid for forgetting to check the weather, grab a jacket or something. Deep down, of course, he's worried sick. He knows they'll end up with a sore throat and a runny nose tomorrow. Maybe even a fever. And they can't afford this shit right now! Another sickness is not what their dying body needs! So he grumbles, whines and bitches throughout the ordeal. Then asks them - not tells them, but he gently asks - to please go see Vik and take a minute to warm up and relax. Not because he's also forced to endure the physical pain discomfort of cold, but because Johnny might be the person to worry most about V - genuinely, feverishly, like he never worried even about himself.

[neosofthours]

Johnny: Is it hot in here or is it just you?

You: YOU ARE ON FIRE! STOP FLIRTING DUMBASS!

[yongislong]

winner winner soup dinner.

genre: fluff, crack? nct127!besties, idol y/n but not rly?

cw/note: mentions of eating and cooking, swearing, this was literally so fun, tysm anon! hope u enjoy hehe. not proofread! i missed you guys, i kinda went on hiatus because i started uni and i was going through it, i'll try and keep posting though!

"whachaaa doooinnnn," mark strings out as he sees you juggling various bottles of spices. you'd been wanting to cook a new dish for the members for ages now, but you were nervous.

"just trying something out... can you keep the boys, specifically jungwoo, out of the kitchen for a minute... just need some time is all," speaking softly, you shoot him a sweet smile. the one the boys can never seem to resist.

"anything for you y/n!" he ruffles your hair and makes his way to the shared living room.

through the thin walls you hear shouting from the boys after mark's suggestion to a mario kart tournament.

you'll have more than enough time.

it was getting colder and half of the dorm was falling sick to the flu. so you thought this was a perfect idea to attempt to recreate one of your favorite comfort foods, pho.

you'd gotten all the supplies ready after mark had waddled away. slipping on your headphones, you trusted the boys enough to not disturb you, it wouldn't take too long anyways.

your kitchen swagger playlist played lightly as you made swift work with the food.

about 30 minutes in, mark sneaks away to check up on you. he watches you move elegantly along the kitchen, softly humming to yourself and murmuring funny commentary along with some cute faces. he stifled a giggle and shook his head, slipping past the closed off kitchen before any of the boys noticed.

inspecting your pot, a satisfied look creeps up on your face, your hands making their way to your hips.

"BOO!!" you feel a strong pair of hands on your waist as a screech escapes your parted lips.

the smile of your face quickly drops and is replaced with terror. you quickly spin around, only to be met by a laughing yuta.

"UGHHGH!!! YUTA!!! you freak i had my earbuds in! dickface...."

hearing your scream, the boys all clamored into the kitchen. multiple "y/n!" and "are you okay's!" filled the hallway leading up to where they found yuta bent over from laughing and you clutching your chest, annoyance written all over your face.

"god can they ever catch a break yu..." doyoung mumbles.

"pft says you, when are you gonna stand up to me baby," haechan jokes, pulling doyoung down by the shoulders to attempt to smother him in kisses.

"y/n what's that?" taeil interjects.

"oh right!" a smile makes it way to your face as fast as it dropped. "i made some food and i really wanted you guys to try it! i know a couple of you guys have been feeling sick and i wanted to try out this new recipe..." you maneuver you way to the cabinets, beginning to grab 10 bowls.

"uhhh i don't know if that's such a good idea-" SMACK. haechan's mumbles were stopped by a large hand clasping over his mouth.

"we'd love to try it y/nieeee" johnny exclaims. he always had a way pf making everyone around him feel loved and supported. regardless of it being something he enjoyed or not. this was about you and your effort.

"i promise it's gonna be good..." you mumbled while trying to scoop enough noodles, meat and broth into all the different bowls. each of you guys had your own designated bowl that you gifted each other one secret santa.

johnny comes up behind you, squeezing your upper arms, snatching his bowl and leaving with a ruffle of your hair.

the boys followed, all clamoring to get their portion.

"y/n you're like our resident lunch lady!!"

"HAECHAN. SIT."

one settled, they loudly thank you for the food and dig in.

it was silent for too long. only the sound of small munches and breaths. no one moved a muscle on their face for what felt like hours. it made you anxious. waiting for their reply as you chewed on the bite you'd put in your mouth.

it wasn't that bad, good even, but some of the boys had gotten pretty spoiled eating in such fancy places for so many years.

"dude it's really good, like actually so nice, i feel cozy," says mark with a giggle and a dreamy look in his eyes.

"better than panera?" jae jokes.

"yo... might be a tie..."

"A TIE TO PANERA?? y/n is our resident gorgon ramsey by those standards."

again, clamors of agreeance and loud laughs came from the circle of boys on the floor.

yuta seemed to like it so much that he felt compelled to sneak over to your side, giving you a loud cheek kiss as a thank you.

you endured a ridiculous amount of compliments and praise from all the boys throughout dinner. most went back for a second and third bowl and taeil and jungwoo helped you clean the kitchen.

as a surprise, the next day you were awoken with a basket laying next to you on the floor, filled with notes from each member and a couple treats from the 7/11 down the street. as well as a couple small sanrio plushies, and that sweatshirt you always steal from jaehyun at the very bottom of the basket, balancing all of the other treats.

they all felt they had to do something to express how much they appreciated your meal. a lot of them claimed their sinuses were cleared and their chests got lighter once you confronted them in the living room for the cute gifts. they were all blushing messes and giggles, the morning began with a group hug.

hint: it was taeyong's idea <3

[tennis-kittens]

AO 2024 • Doubles • R1 • Miscellaneous

[boysborntodie]

To that one person that Jally wouldn't work out because Johnny ends up denouncing violence while Dally's still very trapped in that cycle and dies perpetuating it, I am kissing you on the forehead, ilysm<333 Ty for giving me toxic yuri Jally<333

[ncityprincess]

how johnny is as a boyfriend

minors do not interact

-*sighs dreamily* the Boyfriend of all Boyfriends

-i think johnny just loves love

-and he wouldn’t get in a relationship with just anyone

-he feels overcome with joy and happiness whenever he looks at you

-loves it when you get super excited or passionate about something

-you’re so endearing and beautiful in his eyes

-wants to build a comfortable life for the two of you

-he is attracted to strong and confident people

-loves someone who isn’t afraid to speak their mind

-bonus points if you’re witty and feisty

-loves playful banter

-if you’re short he’s gonna be annoying and purposely put things on the top shelf

-he finds it cute when you scold him (and he always ends up grabbing it for you anyway)

-you guys bond over your love of music

-dance parties in the middle of your living room are the norm

-he’s a dom in and out of the bedroom

-always makes sure you are well fed and hydrated

-watches over the two of you when you’re out in public

-let’s you be a passenger princess/prince

-you never have to worry about anything when you’re around him

-he’s another one that would be all about acts of service

-he’d rather show you how much he loves you rather than tell you

-he would help you study if you needed it, send lunch to your house if you said you didn’t eat yet

-he would even help your mom put together furniture or hang up pictures

-overall just wants to be of service to you

-and he’s also a really good dater

-like fancy restaurants and stuff yes

-but also creative dates like paint and sips, hiking, drive in movies

-loves to do spontaneous and fun things with you

-wants to do Life with you

-would be SO eager to introduce you to his family and friends

-he would want to bring you to social events with his friends

-he would also be sooooo gentle and patient with you :’)

-i’m absolutely projecting here but if you were ever feeling anxious or if you weren’t feeling your best he wouldn’t judge you at all

-he would ask how he can help you and move at your pace

-if you didn’t feel like working out for two months straight he wouldn’t say anything about it

-he genuinely cares for you and wants you to be happy

-makes you feel like the prettiest person in the world 🥰

-he would fantasize about the day you guys decide to start a family

-and you guys would absolutely brainstorm baby name ideas after several rounds of passionate sex

-click here to see how johnny would be in bed 🤭

[sigh-tofm]

when they come home drunk…

… price

- thinks it’s important that he loudly tells you he’s married while you steady him upstairs to bed. points to his ring incessantly, slurs on and on about his perfect wonderful wife with the big ass and soft tummy. you roll your eyes and can’t help but smile when he doesn’t let you hold on to his arm to support him. something about protecting his virtue for his wife, as if you’re not standing right beside him. proceeds to lock you out of your own bedroom when you finally get upstairs, telling you his wife will be home soon so he can’t have a strange woman in their bedroom (but still remarks on your wonderful ass). you decide it’s too early in the morning to persuade your drunk husband to let you in, so you go down to sleep on the couch. you wake up with price sleeping soundly on the floor beside you, having gone to find his wife when she never showed up in his bed the night before.

… kyle

- gets sappy and apologises for being away. loses all concept of time when he’s drunk, says he’s sorry, he didn’t mean to be away so long, he was thinking of you the whole time, the guys pulled him along and he couldn’t say no. while he’s on his knees at your feet, pressing his face to your thighs and mumbling into your marbled skin, almost making you lose your balance with his fervent apologies, you gently remind him that you were the one who made him go out with the boys because he needed to unwind after a stressful weekend of combat drills, and that he had left with them less than two hours ago. he refuses to hear and only hugs your thighs closer, so much so that you have to support yourself on the wall. turns out all he needed to relax was you.

… johnny

- is horny. almost starts drooling when he eyes you at the top of the stairs, after struggling to close the entrance door for a good minute, causing you to investigate what made all the noise. gets a wild look in his eyes when he sees you in just his t-shirt and makes you scream and giggle as he chases you back up the stairs and to the bedroom. being absolutely shitfaced, he has the coordination of a tranquillised moose and stumbles head over heels across the floor, catches his foot on the doorway and narrowly misses the edge of the dresser with his head as he falls. still, his little soldier is courageously tenting his pants when you worriedly lean over him and he gets a good look right into the collar of your shirt.

… simon

- is emotional and clingy. can’t get enough of you, won’t leave you alone. you can’t make out half his words when he’s had this much to drink (and the mancunian in him breaks out too, making it ever harder to make out the words), but you play along, smile and nod and let him sit on the closed toilet seat and talk and talk while you do your night routine in front of the mirror. so lucky to have you, luv. how could’a lug like me get a pretty one like you, luv. his melancholy statements of love become comfortable background noise for you as you remove your makeup and apply moisturiser. lets you wash the sweat and grime of the day off his face with a washcloth, closes his eyes while you massage your floral-scented moisturiser into his skin, never once stopping his little speech. ambles after you out of the bathroom, holding on to the hem of your shirt, when you’re all finished and ready for bed. his devoted mutters only let up when be falls asleep next to you.

[tojisun]

no matter how hard you try, you just can’t make yourself cum tonight.

the position is wrong, your toy is still dead as hell so you had to resort to using your fingers, but those aren’t hitting somewhere deep and scratching that itch you have of wanting to be filled, and it has you crying in frustration.

god, you just wanted to fuck yourself into a good orgasm once. but your fingers are starting to feel numb, and your arm is cramping up, and you feel annoyingly sore already. you know you should call it quits; that you should just douse the flames of your desire with a cold shower and just retire for the night, but you are so, so stubborn and angry and—

you snarl, ripping your fingers out of your cunt before twisting to snatch your phone from where you’d flung it close to the wall. you use your clean hand, wiping the other one on your bedsheets—you might have to wash them tonight, anyway—and sends a message to johnny.

cant cum <

fuck me pls <

you drop your phone to your stomach, hearing yourself heave as your body catches up to the exhaustion. you stare up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the blazing heat and the soreness and the emptiness, and focusing instead on the little spark of need that you refuse to extinguish because you know johnny. you know he’d reply soon.

(he’s always fucked you good; filled you up with slurring words crooned to your ears, his big hands stretching across your stomach because he swears underneath all this skin and fat, he feels his cock fucking in, in, in.

he loves taunting you when your quiet tears turn into soft sobs—ye gonna cum soon, bon? show me yer cummin’ face, huh? c’mon bon.

he is so, so mean, and you need nothing less right now.)

true to your thoughts, your phone buzzes two minutes later. you pick it back up, grunting in confusion when instead of johnny’s name, you see john’s.

is he alright? did he need something from you? god, you think he’d let you do it tomorrow or at least in a couple of hours?

you tap at the notification, only to feel the curiosity bleed out of you to be replaced with startling horror. it’s like ice water was dumped on you, extinguishing every embers of your libido because there, on your screen, was john. replying to your message.

you had—

> quite forward of you. well, since you asked so nicely, we’re on our way.

you had sent the message to—

three knocks—taptap-tap—suddenly thud on your door. you gasp, looking up from your phone to stare at your locked door, dreadful.

you sent it to the damn group chat.

-

part 02

[jaehyunsprincesspeach]

Boyfriend Johnny Things

Down bad for Johnny rn

Honestly he’s so boyfriend coded

Hope y’all enjoy !!

All the love ~ lunar

<3

bf!johnny, who spends the entire crushing stage playfully teasing you, hoping you’ll catch on to his feelings. Sadly you don’t, simply because even after you two start dating, he teases you just as much. He never takes it too far, and always makes sure you know that he is joking.

bf!johnny, who flirts with you relentlessly, whether you like it or not. Him and flirting are a package deal. He really just wants you to always know how beautifully amazing you are to him, and he never wants to leave room for doubt in your mind.

bf!johnny, who always places things in hard to reach areas, just so he can hear you call his name. Something about the way you say his name has him on his hands and knees for you. He also thinks it’s cute when you try to reach them yourself, and when you turn and give him those puppy dog eyes, oh goodness he falls in love with you all over again.

bf!johnny, who only shows one moment of shyness with you; the first time he tells you he loves you. He’s known since the relationship started that he is in love with you, but he’s nervous that he might scare you away (as if that’s even possible).

bf!johnny, who treats your relationship like you two are best friends. You truly are his best friend. The person he confides in, the one he tells everything to, the person he has the most fun with and laughs the hardest with. Not only are you his best friend, and lover, you truly are everything he needs.

bf!johnny, who keeps your relationship exciting! Truly, there is never a dull moment with him. The two of you could be doing anything, even something as simple as enjoying a quiet evening together, and he’s got some sort of surprise for you. Sometimes it’s flowers, sometimes it’s a spontaneous night drive, and sometimes you end up at the amusement park. Regardless, he always seems to find something new and exciting to keep you on your toes!

bf!johnny, who loves you unconditionally. He accepts you for everything you are, and loves you just as much! He’s aware that everyone has flaws, and he’s very aware of his own, and he loves you regardless. The only thing that matters to him is that he keeps you by his side.

bf!johnny, who immediately picks up on your energy. If you have had a bad day, he can feel it the second he sees you. If you are excited about something, he’s already eager to hear it! He loves these moments with you because to him, they are very personal and intimate, and nothing makes him happier than knowing you confide in him, the same way he does with you.

bf!johnny, who is obsessed with seeing you in his clothing. Something about the way his sweatshirt engulfs you and makes you look so tiny, makes his heart sparkle. To him, you are the most gentle, fragile thing in the world, and seeing you in his clothing makes him feel as if he has a way of protecting you, even when he can’t physically be there.

bf!johnny, who protects you fiercely. He does everything in his power to keep others from hurting you. Of course, he knows he can’t truly stop everyone, but he still is amazing at protecting you. You are his everything, and nothing hurts him more than seeing you hurt. You are his princess, and he is your knight in shining armor.

<3

[shotmrmiller]

simon who can afford a better flat than the budget friendly flat he lives in but won't move. johnny doesn't understand. he wants to blame it on simon being the enigmatic, intentionally perplexing man he tends to be but he has a flat.

he doesn't have to. he's got no significant other, no kids (that he knows of, god only knows if simon's got a bairn somewhere. it makes him heated thinking about it. he's it's uncle, damn it.) why does he rent here when living in base is free?

the question answers itself when he's over one evening, empty beer bottles on the table, amber glass reflecting the warm glow of the lone lamp overhead. the television is on, volume turned down, blending with the other sounds of the night— the distant barking of dogs, the quiet hum of simon's fridge, the occasional car passing by outside.

the conversation had died down already, not like they don't spend almost every waking breath with each other at work and they'd been sitting in a comfortable silence when there was a sudden, sharp knock at simon's door.

it startles johnny, reaction instinctive as he reaches for his hip, hand curling around the grip of his holstered gun but simon seems relaxed. he pins him with a look and mutters, "s'alrigh'."

what does he mean it's alright? it's 'witchin' hour'' as his mam calls it, who could possible be at his door? he cranes his neck to look and—

it's you, standing up here with a flour-dusted apron, small hands holding a warm pastry, the steam twisting and curling off of it. you're exude homely charm, soft face glowing from the corridor's light (or maybe it's at the sight of seeing simon, who knows?) he can smell it in the air, sweet, inviting.

what johnny finds interesting enough to send a quick text to kyle is how simon is looking at you. as if you're handing him more than just a custard tart, but also a little piece of heaven, a fragment of a dream he hopes to have one day.

"'m sorry, simon. i wasn't aware you had any company. i just really needed to stress bake or i would've gone off the deep end and end up in prison."

violent little bonnie. he can see the appeal.

simon cups his hands over yours (he definitely did it as an excuse to touch you) as he takes the treat. if you make food to unwind and give it to your neighbors, johnny oughta move in next door too. he'll never turn down free food.

"don't worry about it." johnny's eyebrows shoot to his hairline at the softness in his tone, bottle halfway to his lips.

clearly more than a passing fancy.

"i'll just uhm, if you're friend wants some too—" but simon gently interrupts you before he can ask for some of that sweet comfort too.

"he's not hungry."

cruel, cruel bastard. he'll remember this day, jot it down in his calendar. when he gets a girl of his own, he'll be sure to do the same.

johnny wonders if you've got a crick in your neck from looking up at simon as you speak hushed words, meant only for him. can he get at least a nibble of that tart?

you shoot johnny a shy ㅤsmile before turning around and simon closes the door, turning back to the warming beers, golden tart in hand.

even the plate it's on is cute.

"ah can see the hearts in yer eyes, lt."

johnny can practically hear the air parting as simon's fist cuts through it, aimed at his head. he avoids it with practiced ease. "ooh, touchy. ah'll leave ye be if i get a bite o' tha'."

he doesn't gets not even a crumb because simon is selfish.

(simon moved here purposefully because he knows you live here and can't be at peace without knowing where you are at all times. there's a tag inside your favorite pair of shoes you left out in the hall once to dry after a hard downpour. the bakery you work at is down the street, if he looks out the south facing window, he can see you going in and leaving work. he likes to let himself in your home and smell your cushions. took one of your shirts too but at least made sure it wasn't one of your faves. he has to wash it every other day)

[notquitecanon]

Tf141 x reader idea nsfw mdni

This is what I was thinking about WHILE TAKING MY FINAL TODAY. The brain rot is actually rotting.

So I keep having this idea about being the tf141’s technical analyst (think Garcia from criminal minds kinda beat)

And part of your job is reviewing websites and links visited by any government equipment. Including the tablets/ work phones/ laptops the boys use on base / in the field , just to make sure nothing is a security threat. Keep things secure and tight.

You’re mature enough not to blink twice at the porn websites, and how the visits to them spike while they’re in the field . They’re hotblooded men, it makes sense.

You do blink.. at least once.. seeing how their searches seem to mirror their teammates. Soap’s masked men searches, Gaz’s bearded daddy type thing, Ghost’s affliction for Scottish gym rats, and Price’s varied tastes.

*ok so this squad was a little messy*

But ok, the websites are secure enough. You make a mental note to look into some additional antivirus software for them but move on. Except… now it’s hard not to read into Price’s lingering shoulder pats on his team. It’s harder not to notice how Gaz brings Coffee and Tea to his teammates with a soft smile. Ghost’s intense watchful eyes softening ever so slightly when someone made a joke said something kind. And wait… did Johnny just smack someone’s ass??? And hey, you could swear Gaz and Johnny *weren’t* wearing those shirts before they mysteriously disappeared for half an hour.

Whatever, it’s a hard job. They deserve a little stress relief. you’re happy for them. Maybe a little jealous because that’s a big ole sandwich (LOTS of meat) anyone would want to be in. Maybe you blush when Johnny and Kyle sit on either side of you in the mess hall… maybe you get a little sidetracked when going over hacked intel with Ghost and Price, how they both lean over your shoulder as they look at your screen…

Focus. FOCUS.

So, imagine your surprise when one day as your clearing some of the links that Soap’s tablet had visited that weekend. And his searches sound familiar- your build, your hair color, your features….

Soon you find something similar going through Price’s, and then Gaz’s… (the only reason you don’t see it on Ghost’s is because he watches over Soap’s shoulder). All of them searching for porn where the actress looks like you…

You should feel violated. Uncomfortable. Disrespected… but you don’t. If anything, you feel a little hot under the collar. Maybe a little embarrassed.

Maybe it was time to remind the boys that you can in fact see their internet searches. If you can manage to look them in the eyes.

Anyways do I have something here or…???

Turns out I had something. Part 2