#musical saying “puppy love”' a bunch of time

[potekosblog]

In The Addams family musical (which not a fan of) had this one line from Fester and Grandma singing

"You smile a bit the moment you smell blood" then wolf howled

lowkey werewolves behavior

#wednesday addams #not even the first dog related line lol #im headcanon #them as feral werewolves cuz why not #wenclair #cuz i havent able to watch or consume anything without thinking about them #musical saying “puppy love”' a bunch of time #and "pulled aka best music in the musical even have one #Wednesday i want song is iconic

[hauntedrain]

F1 Driver Dating Headcanons | Fem! Reader |

Includes: Charles, Max, Oscar, And Lando

Disclaimer: these might be unrealistic but they are ofc headcanons. Also, I might do a part 2 of more or different drivers? Not edited.

Charles Leclerc *°:⋆ₓₒ

A gentle lover.

Would do anything and everything for you. You want a specific food? He'll go pick it up for you. Looking at something online? He'll buy it for you. Literally everything and anything.

Like, "No Charles is okay, I don't need it right now, and plus it's too much." and he would be like, "No if you want it'll get it, anything for you." and then he would buy it even if you still say its too much or something like that.

He reminds me of a puppy, so I imagine him following you everywhere. However, if it was somewhere where there's a big crowd or a bunch of fans hell be in front to protect you.

I feel like he's more of a romantic person with dates and gestures.

like candle-lit dinners, flowers all the time, fancy dinners and outings, etc.

Would compliment you 24/7 in the sweetest ways whenever, wherever, about whatever.

Max Verstappen .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡

A dominant domestic lover.

His priorities are you and your safety.

He would most definitely be mad if someone hurt you. Like for example, if someone bumped into you at an event he would probably give them a slightly dirty look and then pull you closer to him so you do not get bumped again.

Would be really sweet with you.

On his hands and knees for you.

Like if you're sick, by the time you wake up there's a cup of tea, soup, and medicine. Or if you need help grabbing something would already be reaching for it. It's like he's 2 steps ahead of you but in a sweet way.

I think he would definitely like to hear about the little things about you. how your day was, or plans you have.

I also think he would like shopping with you for some reason, like showing him or trying on clothes that you like. its like a mini fashion show for him but with you as the model.

Oscar Piastri ✧･ﾟ: *

I feel like he would be the type of boyfriend that would meet your friends or family, and they initially think that he's mean or cold, but over time they realize he's really sweet and nice.

I think he would secretly make a playlist for you or about you. Like songs that remind him of you or that he knows you like.

He would probably form this by playing random music during drives and keeping note of what you like, and then once he has time he puts them into a playlist for you that he plays when you're with him or if he misses you.

He's probably more of a quality time lover. He enjoys doing things with you and he has dates that revolve around that.

I feel like he's the type to give random gifts for no reason at all. Like he just shows up with flowers, jewelry, or a book or something.

for example, he would randomly show up with a stuffed animal or something he saw while he was away and explain that he saw it and thought of you so he bought it to give you.

I think he would like to keep your guy's relationship more private but not secret.

Lando Norris ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

I think he would be a touchy bf. (Love language is physical touch)

He always has to be touching you at all times, whether that be holding your hand, hand on your hip, or having his hand on the small of your back.

You guys do "childish things" as dates. Like an arcade, coloring books, building legos, or board game nights. Though, on the other hand, I also think there's a side where it's more "romantic", like nice dinners or something fancy. It would be a mix but either way it's something special.

obsessed bf x pretty gf type beat.

If you ask him to take pictures for you or of you he would be making sure you look good and he's getting the best pictures he can get as if it's his 9-5 job.

You would also probably get messages from Oscar during the season telling you how he won't shut up about you.

I feel like he would buy matching things with you, like jewelry, hoodies, or even something that's just the same color.

I think he would soft-launch your relationship tbh, but once it's public he wont shut up about you.

I hope that you guys like this (sorry that it's so short) & thank you so much for 500 notes on my last fic <3

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[ravenromanova]

I don’t like gifts

Parings: Loki x Female reader

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE!!!! Master kink, Unprotected sex, Fingering, Oral (m and f), Squirting, Praise kink. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18+!!! Slight angst with happy ending, Fluffy Loki.

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~ You smiled as you put the finishing touches on the final gift for your team. This specific gift though you spent extra time in picking out and wrapping wanting to make sure it was perfect. Granted the person it was for didn’t like gifts and thought the whole holiday was stupid. But you ended up getting him some nonetheless because he deserves something nice.

Once you finished you put all the presents in a bag and headed to the living room. The sounds of christmas music and laughter filled your ears as you walked into the room. There sat your family, the people who you loved more than anything sitting around the fireplace. Smiles adorned everyone’s face as they exchanged gifts and shared stories. The only person you didn’t see though was Loki though which wasn’t surprising but still a little disappointing.

“Heya sunshine!” Steve beamed as he walked up and took the bag of presents from you to help you. “Are these for the whole team?” He asked a little shocked with how much you got everyone.

“Uh yea i might’ve gone a little overboard” You responded a little sheepishly. Steve sat the gifts next to the tree where Tony and Pepper handing out gifts to everyone.

“Might’ve is an understatement sunshine” Tony chimed in as you sat on the couch next to Wanda. You smiled shyly as Tony started handing out the gifts you got for everyone.

Bucky got two new knives and a book about astrology. Natasha received a new thigh holster and gun. Wanda got more of her favorite painting supplies. Vision got a book called “emotions for dummies” which everyone found hysterical. You got Clint new arrows to which he thanked you profusely since Kate lost all of his and you also gave him gifts for his family. Peter got new comic books. Steve got a new sketch pad and pencils. Kate got a new super suit and Lucky got a pizza toy. Yelena got three bottles of vodka and a knife. Tony and Pepper got an all expenses paid trip to cancun for a week. Morgan got endless barbie dolls and stuffed animals. Thor got ten big boxes of pop tarts. Bruce got a new lab coat and a bunch of sciencey books you didn’t understand. Pietro received three hoodies and new running shoes that he’d been wanting for a while. You also got the guardians and Carol gifts but they weren’t on earth right now so they get them when they came back. And last but not least you got Loki a first addition of pride and prejudice, two new knives with gold and green details engraved, a new journal with feather pens and a soft dark green blanket.

The reactions everyone gave to their gifts made your heart grow three sizes. Pretty much everyone gave you a hug… even the bionic staring machine which took you by surprise. And on the flip side you got more gifts than you thought possible.

Tony gave you five grand in cash. Pepper got you a huge basket of self care goodies. Morgan gave you multiple drawings of you and her doing her favorite things together. Nat and Wanda gave you a spa gift certificate claiming you need to relax more. Vision gave you the new pots and pans set you’d been wanting forever. Clint and Kate along with his family got you a puppy you named “Lucy” and some new hoodies. Bucky gave you a knife to which you both laughed. Bruce and Steve teamed up and got you atleast fifteen books. Thor gave you endless sweets and candy. Yelena gave you five bottles of your favorite liquor. Peter gave you a new supersuit that him and Tony designed specially for you. Pietro thoughtfully got you some soft throw blankets, slippers and a new stuffed unicorn.

Needless to say by the end of the gift exchange you never felt so loved by everyone. The night ended around one am when everyone decided to head to bed. But fortunately for you this was your time to give Loki his gifts. You knew he was more than likely hiding out in the library not wanting to deal with humans and their stupid holiday. So once everyone bid goodnight you gathered his gifts and headed to the library.

And of course when you entered the library there he was in all his glory. He was sitting in the bay window is the library reading a book with a slight smile on his face. The light of the moon hit his face lightly and made him look even more ethereal than normal.

“Hey Lo” You said softly as you approached him with all his gifts in hands.

“Hello” Was all he replied with making you frown a little.

“You weren’t at the gift exchange “ You stated with your brows furrowed causing him to look up at you.

“That is correct” His voice was gruff as he spoke making your knees a little weak and your heart sped up.

“Well i know you think this holiday is dumb but i still got you some gifts” Your words caused him to raise his eyebrows at you and scoff a little.

“I don’t like gifts” He said as he closed the book and turned to fully face you. The way his eyes bore into your soul made you even more nervous about giving him the gifts than before.

“Yeah well i still got you some so deal with it” The sassiness of your words surprised the both of you. He smirked and nodded his head a little telling you to hand him the gifts. You swallow your nerves and hand him the wrapped gifts with shaky hands.

Loki takes the gifts and starts unwrapping them one by one inspecting each of them as he goes. You watched as his eyes lit up as he ran his fingers across the lettering on the book, how he moved the new blades in between his fingertips, his fingers grasped the dark green fabric of the blanket and he smiled softly, and you swore he giggled a little at the new journal and pens.

“I take it back” He said suddenly as he looks at all the gifts. “I love gifts” The smile that adorned his face made your heart melt.

“You like them?” You asked nervously. Loki then stood up and took your hands into his and his blue green eyes stared into your soul.

“y/n i love them” He said honestly and you smiled brightly at his words. His hands moved up your arms and then cupped the sides of your face. “Tell me if you want me to stop” He whispered as he leaned in.

“Dont stop” You whispered back looking up at him. That was all it took for his lips to crash into yours and bring you in for a bruising and passionate kiss. The both of you simultaneously moaned at the taste of each other.

You were so caught up in the moment that you didn’t even notice that he teleported you two to his room. But eventually you had to come up for air which is when you finally realized.

“I like your room” The words were soft as they left your lips. Your eyes scanned his room and you took in the dark green couch, extremely soft looking bedding and the ancient paintings that adorned the walls. The room was decorated just like you thought it would be.

“I think you’ll like it a lot better on my bed” His boldness made you weak in the knees and arousal pool in between your thighs.

“I think i would too” You said with a smile as you climbed onto his bed. “Oh yea this is definitely better” Loki smiled as he watched you sprawl out on his bed.

“You most certainly belong there pet” His voice was low and his eyes darkened as he slowly crawled on top of you. “Such a pretty pet” He cooed rubbing his calloused fingers over your cheekbones.

“I need you” The pleading look in your eyes made his cock stir in his pants. He then flicked his wrist and suddenly you were fully naked underneath him.

“I’m going to ruin you for any other man” He husked in your ear causing a shiver to course through your body. His rough hands trailed up and down your body as he admired your beauty.

Loki slowly cupped your face again and brought you in for a much more passionate and loving kiss. He snaked his hand in between your thighs as he kissed you making you moan in his mouth.

“So wet for me” He kissed below your ear before he sat on his knees and looked at your pussy with desire. He smiled again before he decided to get comfortable in between your thighs.

Your brows furrowed in confusion . “W-What are you doing?” Your voice was laced in nervousness as you looked directly into his eyes.

“I need to taste your pet” And without any further explanation his tongue darted out and licked a bold strip asking your folds.

“Oh god!” The sensation of his warm mouth on you made your back arches off the bed and your eyes shut in pleasure.

“As much as i love hearing that title fall from your lips… it’s master to your pet” Your eyes snapped open at his words and you nodded your head in understanding. “Words pet or i wont touch you” He commanded bringing his free hand to grip your chin.

“Yes master” A smile quickly over to his face as you spoke and that was enough for him to dive back in. He spread your lips and started sucking on your clit like a man starved.

You threw your head back on the pillow feeling overwhelmed but in a good way. The sensation was something you’ve never felt before but welcomed it with open arms. The way his tongue lapped the bundle of nerves make you reel in pleasure.

“I-I’m gonna cum master” The words were broken as they fell past your lips.

“Cum for me pet be a good girl and cum” He commanded and before you even registered his words he was shoving two of his thick fingers in you.

“OH FUCK!!” Your hands flew to his raven locks and pulled for dear life at the intrusion. His fingers curled as he thrusted them into you and hit your g-spot deliciously. Before you could speak again your felt your orgasm rip through you and you came all over Loki’s face.

Loki smiled as he came up from between your thighs and he licked his fingers clean. “You taste as delicious as you look pet” His praises made your heart speed up again and another wave of arousal hit you.

“I wanna taste you master” You pleaded sitting up on your knees and moving your gave up and down his body. “Youre wearing too much clothing” You whined as your snaked your hand under his black t shirt.

“So eager to please” He smiled as he flicked his wrist again and he was naked in front of you. You couldn’t help but marvel at the god in front of you. His tanned skin, rippled abs, thick thighs, and not to mention his pretty cock. Never in your life did you ever find a man’s dick attractive but holy fuck his was perfect.

His hands on your cheeks brought you out of your trance. “Go ahead pet make your master feel good” His gruff voice was enough to send you over the edge again. You simply smiled at him and changed positions so he was laying against the pillows.

Once he was situated on the against the pillows you settled in between his thighs but not before kissing all over him first. Finally you got settled and sent him a devious smile. At first you started slow with some gentle kitten licks and kisses all up and down his shaft making sure to pay attention to the thick vein running from base to tip.

“Fuck” You heard him moan when you finally took him into your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down and luckily your gag reflex wasn’t a problem. “Just like that baby” He groaned and you hummed at the new nickname falling from his lips which in turn make his cock twitch.

You continued sucking him like a lollipop which caused a series of moans and profanities fall from his lips. Suddenly his hands were in your hair and he pulled your head up.

“As much as i’m loving this is much rather cum in you than your mouth my dear pet” He said softly rubbing his finger over toe bottom lip.

“Please” You begged him sitting back on your knees and then slowly crawled on top of his lap. His hands found home on your hips as he helped you straddle him.

“Gonna make you feel so good” Loki said with determination along with his signature smirk.

“Please master” Your begged again as you lined yourself up with his aching cock. That was all the go ahead he needed and before you knew it he was slamming himself into you.

“Oh gods” You moaned throwing your head back in pleasure. Loki gave you time to adjust to his size before he started thrusting into you.

“So fucking tight” He groaned squeezing your hips harder. Your hands flew to his chest and you held on tight as you rode him. Never in your life had you felt this full and satisfied. And now that you’ve had a taste of what being with him was like you knew you couldn’t be without him again.

“Fuck Loki i’m gonna cum!” The moan that escaped you was nothing short of sinful.

“Cum for me pet” He demanded as his thrusts became harder and rougher. It didn’t take much longer for you and him to cum with loud and pornographic moans. Loki came and filled you with every last drop of his seed till there was nothing left.

“Oh fuck” You said breathlessly as you collapsed onto his chest. “That was fucking amazing”

“Agreed” He said rubbing his hands up and down your back in a soothing manner.

“I dont want this to be a one time thing Loki” You admitted still laying on his chest not wanting to look him in the eye.

“Who said this was a one time thing darling? Who said i wasn’t planning on keeping you here forever?” He said as he brought his fingers up lightly from your chin and look up at him.

“Really?” The question came out more insecure than you wanted but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“Really” He brought his hands to your face again ava kissed you passionately. It was that moment you knew he was the one for you.

“I love you Loki” You smiled brightly as you held onto his face.

“I love you too darling” He responded with so much passion and love in his voice something you knew was only for your abs that made it that much better.

Shortly after the both of you fell into a blissful sleep wrapped around each other. Content smiles adorned both your faces as you two slept. Neither of you thought you end up here when you first walked into the library tonight but couldn’t be happier that it did.

~The end~ A/n: I GOT WAY TO CARRIED AWAY BUT OH WELL!! i hope you enjoyed by first loki story ;)

#ravenromanova #loki laufeyson #loki laufesyon x reader #loki laufeyson x female reader #loki x reader smut #loki x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki x female reader #loki x female reader smut #loki laufeyson fluff #loki laufeyson x reader #loki x female reader fluff #the god of mischief #kinkmas 2023

[icycoldninja]

Fluffcember #15 (Dante x reader)

Fluff headcannons

-How to describe Dante in a single word: Loud. Everything he does is loud. When he wakes up, he stretches loudly, moves around loudly, gets dressed and drops a whole bunch of stuff in the process, which is pretty loud, and even eats loudly.

-9/10 times when you come home, you'll find him shirtless in the living room, playing rock music at top volume while the smoke alarm blades in the background. If you dare enter the kitchen, you'll find that one of your appliances has exploded and pieces of it are embedded in the floor.

-Loves to wrestle with you and does not hold back. No, he won't hit you or use weapons against you, but he will be trying to pin you to the ground with all his strength, and should you manage to fight back and succeed, you'll instantly become a target. The minute you walk into a room, he'll pounce on you and a wrestling match ensues.

-Will prank you in various ways such as giving you cupcakes that are actually uncooked broccoli florets covered in frosting, or by mismatching your socks. They're harmless little jokes, but annoying ones.

-Challenges you to a dance-off almost every other week, where he will select a song and start dancing, expecting you to join in. Even if you can't dance as well as he can, he doesn't care. He honestly just wants to dance.

-Sometimes you two put on matching dinosaur suits and go confuse the fuck out of Vergil. You two literally gallop over to him and start roaring in his face. It's the strangest thing he's ever seen and not even his MOTIVATION can stop him from screaming "What the actual fuck is happening!?" And then when Dante pulls off his mask, the MOTIVATION clicks in and the night ends with you hiding behind a rock in a dinosaur costume while the bros go at it--Dante still in his costume.

-Occasionally you go out for pizza. Can't do it too often because Dante turns into a monkey when he's near it and usually destroys the entire eatery, so...

-However, if you happen to know how to make pizza at home, Dante will frigging worship you. Every night he'll be begging, "Pleeeeeease babe? PLEEEEEEEEASE make me some pizza?" And if you say no, he pulls the world's most pathetic puppy dog eyes and you relent.

-There are some occasions when you are forced to become the Mom Friend and police your boyfriend, especially when you go out. He can easily get lost in the crowd--however, there's a way to find him. All you must do is shout "I have pizza" at top volume and he'll come running.

-Unfortunatley, sometimes that isn't enough. Sometimes he can't hear you. It's times like these when you are forced to play your ultimate trump card; your guaranteed Dante GPS. In these rare situations, you must pull out your phone and call Vergil. Using the power of their twin telepathy, the Motivated One will locate his brother and literally drag him back to you by the ear.

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[sxtvrns]

the firsts i’ve never felt

🎶 now playing: clementine - grentperez

P: Kim Jongseob x Fem!Reader

S: You find yourself wandering the headquarters after being left unattended. He finds himself unreasonably intrigued by you.

C: meet cute, fluff, puppy love, inaccuracy, a bit sloppy, mentions of bullying, kinda rushed?

N: i’ve transformed my entire feed and started a bunch of masterlists and stuff! this fic is part of one of them that i need to design and stuff but i hope you’re loving the organization because i certainly am. i really wanna write but my brain is running out of scenarios i can work off of so if you dont hear from me for a while you know why. if i don't get a hair colour right sue me i can't memorize everything | all ages listed are korean, not international!

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“Hey, honey, do you wanna come and visit my new job today? They’re showing me around, and you’re planning to work in the entertainment industry behind the scenes, aren’t you?”

…sounds like a super unprofessional thing for your mom to say on her first day of the job. However, the staff gave her leeway somehow after saying you were an aspiring makeup artist with a growing following. She said you could join in a few years, if you’d like. You still had time to think about it.

“So, how old is your daughter?” The employee asks.

“16.”

“What kind of makeup does she do?”

“She has a rather… broad spectrum. I could go into specifics but that would require me showing you examples and taking up your time.”

“Oh, go ahead! Besides, I could use a break from the work.”

The door to the elevator opens with a ding, both adults behind you not seeming to pay attention. You quickly but stealthy walk off the elevator, their attention still focused on your mom’s phone. As the doors close, they still don’t seem to notice, instead they continue going up, and you’re left alone in the quiet, empty hallway.

Somewhat quiet, actually. There was loud music coming from some of the rooms you could hear from outside as you walked by. Your phone buzzed in your hand, though you aren’t bothered to check it until another staff member sees you in the hall. She goes on her phone, types rapidly on the screen, and starts walking towards you.

You walk away from her at a quickened pace, turning the corner and beginning to run. You turn the corner again, briefly glancing at the rooms as you pass by, all of them with people inside and the lights on. Except for one.

The sound of steps sounded like it grew withe presence of multiple people, so you had no time to check and instead opened the door, and to your relief, no one was inside. You shut it quietly, hiding against the wall in hopes that the crowd passes by.

The buzzing from your phone earlier was frantic texts from your mom, asking where you went and specifying that the staff was now looking for you. You replied calmly that you ‘took yourself on your own tour’ and ‘got off as a joke in hopes she would notice’. You could practically hear her sigh at her phone as she responds with ‘i’ll keep you updated’ before leaving you on read.

You slide down against the wall, sitting and observing the environment around you. This was a dance studio, one of many that looked the same as some of the others. You didn’t want to get caught, so you stayed there for a bit on your phone, caught off guard at the sound of someone opening the door.

At first you panic, thinking someone from staff found you, but it was just some guy adorned in all black with a beanie and a mask, taking both of them off and somehow not noticing you.

You spoke too soon.

the first meet.

His eyes widened at the sight of you, the door he held open by a sliver. You hear something from outside.

“Jongseob, there’s some new hire’s daughter on the loose and she was last seen on this floor, have you seen her?” A staff member asks, the boy’s head peeking back in to look at you. You frantically shake your head and gesture for him to keep his mouth shut as he peeks out the door right after.

“I haven’t seen her, sorry.”

He fully closes the door this time, a sigh of relief escaping you as your eyes stayed glued on the boy that was nice enough to not snitch. “What are you doing here?” He asks, a reasonable question since you were in the studio for a reason other than dancing. “My mom works here. She’s starting today. And… I may or may not have gotten off the elevator too early.” You try to sum it up.

“Why?”

“Um, they were distracted. And I didn’t think the door would close right after I got off.”

“How did they even let you in?”

“I might work someplace like this as a makeup artist. When I’m older. My mom brought me along for her tour, and… that’s how I ended up here. I was running away from staff. If you want, I can leave.”

“I didn’t lie just for you to get out and defeat the whole purpose of it. It’s okay, you can stay as long as you need to.”

“Really? I’m not intruding?”

“My members won’t be here for the next little while, if you’re overwhelmed by the presence of multiple men.”

His joke makes you laugh, and you inch out of the corner you’re hiding in more, seeing him walk towards you and open the laptop on the desk. “How old are you now?” He suddenly asks, a question you find odd at first.

“16.” (international age = 14, turned 15 after a few weeks)

“Really? Me too.”

“You looked a little young. Are you a trainee?”

“I actually debuted a few weeks ago. We’re doing some promotional stuff and we have practice today.”

“Do you want me to leave when they arrive?”

“You can stay for now. It’s up to the leader if he wants you in or not. I guess if you aren’t distracting, you could watch. But I gotta wait for him.”

“I’ll check you guys out sometime. All the groups are listed in the lobby, so…”

“P1Harmony. You’ll find us easily.”

Quiet clicks come from the mousepad, as you merely stare up at him, who seems to be so focused on the screen in front of him. He looks up, then looks down at you, and your observing gaze fixed on his face. He ponders, before holding his hand out. “Nice to meet you. I’m–“

“Jongseob. You’re Jongseob.”

You finish his sentence for him, leaving him visibly surprised as you shake his hand.

“Um, I heard them say your name from the hall.” You explain, him nodding. “I’m Y/N.”

“That’s a pretty name.”

You find yourself blushing. “Thank you… um, also for not snitching. I texted my mom that I was okay, so everything should be fine now.”

“That’s good. Maybe don’t get off the elevator while she’s distracted next time.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Music starts playing from the speakers, Jongseob walking away to the center of the room to warm up. Your eyes are on him the entire time, since there was nothing else you could focus on. Even if you tried going on your phone, the music would draw your attention away from it.

You had a short attention span.

But watching Jongseob merely warm up seemed to prove otherwise. Your eyes were glued to his movements and small yet precise spotting, how precise he was when he matched every beat and transition. You stared at his reflection and his back the whole time, gaze moving to his face.

He caught you staring, looking back at you through the reflection of the mirror with a subtle smirk before going back to dancing.

He comes back to pause the music while you space out staring at the floor, as he takes off his beanie and runs his hand through his hair. “How’d I do? Seemed like I caught your attention.”

You clear your throat. “Good. Really good.”

He believes you have another reason you aren’t telling him, still deciding to sit down beside you despite doing so. “What are you doing?” You ask, looking at him. “Sitting with you. Why, does this bother you?”

“No. Just… I thought you’d be warming up more. That seemed short.”

“It seemed short because you were watching me. I was dancing for, what, a little over 10 minutes? I think I’ve warmed up enough.”

“Right.” You say, kind of understanding what he’s saying. “I like your hair. The colour is very pretty.” A light purple that could be described as lavender was what it was. It painted him as docile, gentle. He seemed to be so, given he was sitting with you like this along the side of the room.

“Thank you.” He smiles, sounding genuine. So genuine, in fact, that he smiles at you for the first time with his teeth showing, his hand covering his mouth right after. You take a mental note of that habit. “When did you start training?” You ask.

“When I was 12.” (international age = 10, turned 11 later that year due to late birthday)

“That young?! When I was 12 I was still scared of the concept of paragraphs…”

“I’ve always wanted to be a singer. Perform for others. There was a chance, so I took it.”

“I admire you for that. Taking risks that benefited you later in the future.”

“You took a risk today.”

“I did?”

“You stepped off the elevator and outran a bunch of staff successfully.”

“And I benefited from it how?”

“You met me.”

You’re unsure if he’s flirting with you, but your face heats up regardless. “Yet I’ll never see you again. But… I enjoy your company. And I appreciate your kindness.” When you look up from the ground, he’s handing you his phone, the keypad open.

“Let’s keep in touch.”

At first, you’re a little stunned at his boldness. But you accept his offer, typing in your phone number and letting him do the same with your phone right after. “I’ll try to text you back when I can. I’m pretty busy.”

“And I’ll try to not keep my phone on silent. I’ve missed so many interviews because of it…”

“For part-time jobs?” You nod. “I later learned they weren’t paying what they should be, so I guess I dodged a bullet.”

“Do you have a job now?”

“I work at a convenience store for income. My mom’s always saying I never needed to take a part-time job claiming we’re somewhat rich, but I wanted a bit of independence for myself. And I get free food and snacks sometimes, so that’s a bonus.”

“If I come visit, will I get free food?”

“Convenience store snacks are cheap enough already. Maybe I’ll give you ₩489 off.”

(₩489 = 0.50 cents)

He laughs at your offer. “I’ll take it.”

The door suddenly opens, five other men coming in all at once, stopping once they notice the two of you sitting together against the wall.

“Hello.” Jongseob greets, getting up. “Who’s that?” One of them asks, looking at you. “A… friend.” He responds.

“How did she get in here?”

“Long story.”

Their stares are reasonable, yet they make you feel uncomfortable as you feel out of place cooped up against the wall. Jongseob seemed to notice, shooting you a quick question. “Are you okay?”

The sound of his has your head turned to face him as you nod, acting like you weren’t spaced out prior. “I’m fine. This is the rest of your group?”

“Yeah. You can stay for practice if you’d like. I’ll ask Keeho.”

Surely they wouldn’t mind, you were just afraid you’d misinterpret their gazes for glares that would scare you off. “I would, but I should go. I already texted my mom earlier that I’d be leaving while she was still working. But I’ll leave. I don’t want to be… distracting.”

“You aren’t distracting at all.” He attempts to reassure you.

“Says the one who was looking at me through the mirror’s reflection.”

“Jongseob, should we warm up?” One of the boys asks, taking off their hoodie and beanie while they all simultaneously look at the two of you. That was an indirect invitation saying that they were about to start, him getting up his spot and lending you a hand to do the same.

“Thank you, Jongseob. I’ll text you.” He nods with a smile as you leave the room, your fast paced steps almost being heard from the inside of the room.

“Who was that, Jongseob?” Theo asks as the youngest walks over. “A new friend. She kinda abandoned her mom unintentionally and hid in here from the staff.”

“Oh, her. The people downstairs were talking about it.” Intak adds.

“In a good way or a bad way?”

“Mixed. How come her mom brought her here?”

“Y/N’s planning to work in the industry as a makeup artist, and her mom wanted to show her a potential place for hiring since she’s already working here.”

“She said she’d text you.” ‘What does that mean?’ Keeho meant to ask.

“I gave her my number.”

They’re all surprised, wide eyed and everything. “Really?”

“I wanna talk to her more. I think you guys scared her off.”

“We don’t look scary.” Intak looks at himself, then everybody else. Jongseob’s eyes dart over all five of them briefly. “You guys look terrifying.”

“As if you weren’t wearing the same thing when you left the apartment.” Theo sneers, looking at him weirdly. “Hey, she liked my hair and I saved her from a bunch of staff. I’m a pretty approachable person even with the coverups.”

“You approached her.” Theo retorts.

“And?”

Intak, very obviously antsy, whines. “Can we just start, please? We’ll talk about this later.” He groans in distress, convincing the rest of the boys to move on. Keeho speaks up first from the sea of silent stares.

“Let’s go, then.”

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On the way home from school, you usually take the shift right after at the convenience store you worked at. It was close to home but not far from school, you managed to be on time for majority of your shifts.

Your coworker seemed to be eye candy for the girls your age that came in, but you saw him more as an older brother figure. He was super nice and always filled in for when you weren’t feeling well, and frankly, you thought it was a bit strange girls your age were pining over a man in his late 20s.

You had your fair share of attraction to more famous people that were older than you, but the fact you knew your coworker long enough to know things about him kind of made some situations awkward. Sure, he was cute, but come on. He’s practically looking for an actual job already and the fact he’s stuck with you is because he actually enjoys his part-time and you two were always only available for the same time slot every day.

You weren’t working today. You knew he was. So you assumed that it would just be a straight shot walk home.

Until you remembered you were a victim of verbal harassment.

You never did anything wrong, you were just laughed at and picked on by a specific group of girls for a reason you didn’t know. You always believed it was because you were prettier than them, given that their crushes ended up all mutually pining over you rather than them.

It’s a joke that you laugh at with them at times, yet the girls still don’t seem to like you.

At least they weren’t cutting your hair or anything. You could take words but you couldn’t take a pencil being dug into your hand.

So when you saw those girls turn the corner, you ran, fingers crossed they didn’t see you.

“Y/N, come back! We have something to tell you!”

They saw you.

With your backpack almost falling off, and the sound of rapid footsteps that sounded like they were getting closer, you spot the convenience store you worked at and run in, your coworker behind the desk and watching you hide behind the shelf closest to the wall.

At first, you’re panting, out of breath and coughing as you try to get it back.

“Y/N?”

You look up.

Jongseob is standing there, fridge door held open by his hand with a drink in the other, small clouds of steam coming from the cool air hitting the heated room. “Hi.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You would’ve told him the truth if the story was so long. You peek up from the shelf, fully standing up when you see no one there. “Are you hiding from someone?” He asks, obviously and reasonably clueless as he lets the door close. You merely nod, seeing the girls out of the corner of your eye through the glass and ducking down again, dragging Jongseob along with you.

The bell above the door rings as shuffling can be heard going towards the counter.

“Shin-Il! We saw Y/N come in here, did you see her?” One of the girls’ ear piercing voices rings in your ears, their attempt at acting cute and desperate simply making you cringe. Luckily you told your coworker about your complicated situation with these girls. “No, sorry. She isn’t working today.”

While you’re mentally pleading that they don’t care enough to check around the store, Jongseob’s eyes stay on you and dart around just in case, being able to hear the brief conversation as he stares.

“We’re looking for her! Are you sure she isn’t in the bathroom or something?”

“She isn’t here. Maybe she went somewhere else.”

They all whine, leaving the store as you let out a sigh of relief. You look up to see Jongseob offering you a hand, which you accept, helping you up as you lean against the fridge door, in disbelief that those girls were so clueless.

“Why were they looking for you?”

“They hate me, that’s why.”

“Why would they hate you?”

“Because I’m prettier than them. Long story.”

“The boys they liked all ended up liking Y/N collectively. Friendly with the boys, tormented by the girls.” Shin-Il suddenly appears out of nowhere, handing you a small bottle of water. “Who’s this, Y/N?”

“My friend.”

“How do you two know each other?” Jongseob asks.

“We work together part-time. We always end up picking the same shifts, and I make sure she doesn’t get killed by her fellow classmates when they come to visit.”

“Are these girls really bullying you, Y/N? Have you brought it up with anyone?” Jongseob asks, the worry noticeable in his tone. “They haven’t physically harmed me. When you consider all the details, they’re just jealous.”

“I don’t know any of the details, and that’s why I’m concerned.”

“I’m fine, Jongseob, really. I think I just… need to stay in here for a while. Just in case they’re in any of the other stores.”

“I can walk home with you, if you’d like.” He starts. “Um, just in case they show up or something, I can like, cover you–“

“I’d like that.”

You cut him off with your straightforward answer, and he seemed to be content as he sends you a closed lip smile. “Are you ready to go? Do you want anything?” He asks, looking out the window just in case. “I haven’t eaten lunch today, but I don’t have enough money on me.”

“I can pay for you. Get whatever.”

“Really? But I don’t know when I’ll pay you back.”

“You don’t have to if you can’t.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“Jongseob–“

“Y/N, please. It’s okay, really. If you want to stay here and eat, you can do that too. I’ll wait.”

You feel a bit guilty as you get yourself dosirak and a small container of banana milk, seated at the window seat as Jongseob pays for your food. He sits down beside you, looking at the window and staring at you through your reflection in it. “Is it okay if you can tell me why those girls don’t like you?”

You swallow. “It’s really not a big deal, Jongseob.”

“Yes, it is. I know we’ve only ever talked a few times through text, but I’m… it sounds concerning that they’re willing to chase you for a few insults.” You sigh, taking a sip of your banana milk before trying to rack together all the pieces of the story.

“Well, Shin-Il kind of explained it to you already. Those girls have a crush on some guys, and those guys, at one point, ended up liking me. Now I just make fun of them for it as an inside joke, so I’m friendly with them. They don’t like me in that way anymore. Those girls dislike me because the guys liked me instead of them. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah. That’s… stupid.”

“It is. They’re too ignorant to see that there’s really nothing there anymore. Otherwise, I feel we could be good friends. But I’m patient enough to wait until they realize their harassment was for a reason thats existence already faded away.” You continue to wolf down on your food, as hungry as you were, Jongseob merely keeping watch outside and of you. To make sure you weren’t choking, of course.

As you leave the store and your walk home begins, so does the empty feeling in the air.

“Are you sure the walk home isn’t far?” You ask. “No, I’ll be okay. It won’t be dark for a bit.”

“And… I promise I’ll pay you back, okay?”

“You really don’t have to…”

“Yes, I do. I know you’re an idol and all that, but you’re still a human with morals.”

“If you insist. But if you can’t, you don’t have to.”

“I will.”

Jongseob’s beanie hides his vibrant purple hair, and as much as you are disappointed you aren’t able to see it, you understand that it would be a dead giveaway that he was in the entertainment industry.

“I watched your show the other day.”

“Really? How did I do?”

“You were awesome! I think it’s cool that there’s an idol out there my age, and I’m friends with you, no less. You looked really good, too.”

“Thank you…” He wasn’t expecting to get so flustered over your compliments. Lucky he had no choice but to wear his mask. Jongseob watches as you bring your phone to your ear as you send a greeting over to the person on the other side of the line.

“I’m coming, I’m on my way home.”

“Yes, I’m okay. I’m with a friend right now.”

“He’s walking home after me, he’ll be okay.”

“Look, can you not be go crazy over this right now? I’ll talk to you later.”

“What do you mean ‘you want to meet him’?! You never want to meet anyone!”

“Okay, okay, fine, just stop screaming in my ear. Bye.” You end the call and let out a frustrated growl as you tighten your grip on your phone. “Everything okay?” Jongseob asks hesitantly.

“Just because I said I’m walking home with a ‘he’ my mom’s freaking out over it and now she wants to meet you.”

“I think I’ve run into your mom while at headquarters. She acknowledges me but is usually in a rush.”

“She’s usually late, that’s why. But she always gets one step ahead of her work, so she always gets excused. But seriously, is it just because you’re a guy that she wants to meet you? She didn’t ask to meet my other female friends and they just met her voluntarily while walking with me.”

“What about your dad?”

“Overseas for work. He’s coming back in a few weeks. He’s much more laid back. I think my mom is a bit… overprotective. I can understand that, but she could’ve asked me to introduce you without screaming at me…”

“Is she… abusing you?”

“God, no! It’s just one of those days, y’know? Maybe she got pissed off she stubbed her toe or something. And just because she always wants to keep watch over me, I feel like retaliating.”

“Is that why you stepped off the elevator?”

“Not really. Maybe.”

He can’t help but smile after uncovering your true motive.

As you approach the door, you have no choice but to knock given that your keys were probably buried somewhere deep in your backpack. Your mom opens the door with a relieved sigh as she opens her arms for a hug, which you reluctantly accept in front of Jongseob. “I’m so sorry for yelling at you, honey, I… I was having a bad day and I took it out on you and I was worried that–“

“Mom. It’s okay, I get it.” She smiles softly, any grudge you held against her melting away instantly. It was surprising how she was able to manipulate you so quickly. “You’re friends with Jongseob?” She asks.

“You know his name?”

“Of course I know his name, your mom works at FNC too.” She says, referring to herself in the third person. “Are you sure you can walk home alone? Isn’t it a bit far by foot?”

“I’ll be okay, ma’am.”

“I can give you a ride, it’ll be much faster.”

“My dorm isn’t too far from here and it won’t be dark for a while. Thank you for the offer.”

“Get home safe, okay?”

“I will. Bye Y/N.” He says his goodbyes as he walks away from the premises of your house, your mom letting you in and closing the door fully. “You didn’t tell me you were friends with Jongseob. I would’ve started bringing you to work after school so you don’t have to stay home alone. I could get you a pass to come in.”

“Isn’t that an abuse of your position?”

“I care about my daughter, what kind of abuse is that?”

You sigh followed by a smile as you begin to head up the stairs.

“You should’ve gotten his phone number before he left!” She yells before you disappear into your room.

“I already have it!” You yell back.

“Since when?”

You freeze, unable to think of an answer.

“Long story!”

“I have time!”

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“Shin-Il!”

“Shin-Il, I got this for you!”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Shin-Il!”

You roll your eyes as the countless crowds of girls just keep coming into the store. As much as it was annoying, you were glad you basically hogged all the free time since Shin-Il just had to be at the counter to tend to the flock.

“You could be doing better things right now.” He says, turning back to look at you. “Like what?” You rhetorically ask, looking up from your phone. “Restocking the shelves, cleaning the floors, doing your homework.”

“I am a very diligent student, thank you very much.”

“You don't even go to cram school. What about your fans?”

“I already posted last week. They know how intricate the process can be.” He begins to leave when you stop talking. “Gonna use the bathroom. The minute you stand up, you’re on register duty for the rest of the shift.”

“Then I’m not gonna stand up.”

He snatches the phone out of your hand, dangling it above his head. “Hey!” You jump up, struggling to reach your phone. Curse men for being so tall. “Give it back!” He hands the phone back to you, putting a hand on your shoulder and whispering into your ear.

“Your shift begins now.”

Jerk.

“That wasn’t even fair!” Shin-Il ignores you as you hear a door from a distance shut and lock. You sigh, annoyed, shoving your phone in your pocket before briefly scanning whatever was in view in case it needed restocking.

You don’t seem to be paying attention, because by the time you blink, a person is waiting at the counter.

“I’m so sorry, I’ll take those.” You apologize, embarrassed, scanning the person’s items and bagging them for him. You’re struggling to make eye contact as the person pays you, insisting you keep the change as they walk off. “Next.” You call, the person in line putting his things on the counter.

“Did you find everything you–“ You look up to see Jongseob, an innocent, toothy smile on his face. You noticed his fang, something you couldn’t help but find charming. “Hi.”

“Hi. Slow today?”

“All the customers came for Shin-Il and that’s it. You’re the second person I’ve served today.”

“I’m honored.”

“I don’t even know where he is and why he’s taking so long in the stupid bathroom. Anyways, how come you came here? Isn’t there a place closer to your dorm?”

“I just happened to be in the area. I also wanted to see you.”

Your heart flutters at the thought, but you shove those feelings down before it can reach your head. “Really? You could’ve just went someplace closer.”

“I figured I’d come say hi. I feel like this is the only time we can see each other like this.”

“Like what?”

“Like normal teenagers with normal lives.”

He pays for his items, leaving a container of banana milk out of his grasp. “You forgot–“

“It’s for you. Take it.”

“Jongseob, how am I gonna pay you back?”

“Don’t.”

“But–“

“Shhh.” He leans in, sliding the container towards you. “Let me be nice to you, okay?” He pulls away, acting as if he wasn’t so bold a few seconds ago. “Do you want me to walk you home again? I’ll ask the guys to come find me so I won’t have to walk home alone.”

“I don’t– um... I’ll be off a bit late.”

“Which gives me more of a reason to walk with you. It’s dark and you’ll be alone.”

“You know I don’t live far.”

“And you know that this is a safer decision and you’re ultimately denying it for the sake of my safety and convenience.”

“Jongseob, your safety matters way more than mine. You’re a freaking idol, for God’s sake. And I thought you came alone, what do you mean the guys can find you?”

“We decided to go out together. We ended up splitting up to explore and look around by ourselves. I think I’m the only person that went alone."

"I can tell. Did you ask them if they wanted anything?"

"Theo and Jiung are grabbing food for later." He pauses. "My offer still stands." He reminds, persistent. You look at him, appreciating his kindness but unsure if he was willing to wait. "I don't get off until 8."

"I'll walk around after I eat. You can call me when you're done."

Though you feel a bit guilty, it really seemed like he wasn't backing down. "Sure. Thanks. You're also holding up the line." He smiles before taking his items with him as he finds a seat, you taking the banana milk and sliding it closer to you and to the side. Shin-Il finally comes back after taking who knows how long in the bathroom, eyes landing on your friend.

"He's here again. You two must be close."

"Eh... lucky circumstance. What were you even doing in the bathroom, you weirdo?"

"What else would I be doing besides use it for its intended purpose?"

"No one pisses for 5 minutes, Il. You aren't fooling anyone. Is it that girl you're talking to?"

"I am not talking to anyone."

"When those girls find out they are gonna freak."

"I was buying tickets for a thing."

"I thought all public events were closed. You aren't that slick."

"Okay, maybe it is about that girl, but we're just going somewhere, that's all. But I was buying tickets for an exhibition, she loves art."

"Aw, how cute. So when's the wedding?" You take a sip from the small container of banana milk Jongseob bought for you, noticing he isn't in his seat anymore. How did he eat so fast? "Y/N, can you do restocks? We'll make more sales if I'm at the counter."

"You aren't that handsome. The schoolgirl rush is over, no one's gonna come in."

You were wrong.

Many people came in, just not his usual audience, but at least they weren't all up on him. You could hear the compliments from the fridge, but nothing seemed to bother you or him one bit.

As you take an empty box to the back, you go to grab another one until Shin-Il stops you. "I'll take it from here. Mun-Hee clocked in early. And you have a visitor." He pats your back as you get up, seeing Jongseob waving at you with a smile, taking his phone out and showing you the screen.

"It's 8 o'clock."

At first, you're shocked by his dedication, but frantically hurry to the back to clean up and grab your things in order to not keep him waiting. When you get back, you see him talking with your coworker, and you interrupt in order to stop Shin-Il from potentially saying anything embarrassing.

"All ready? Let's go."

You both say your goodbyes as you walk out the store, Mun-Hee nudging Shin-Il in the side. "Kid's got a boyfriend now?" She asks, only receiving a shrug in return. She's content with the answer, going back to your unfinished restocking job.

"You really did mean it when you said you'd wait."

"Of course I did. Why wouldn't I?"

"Sometimes people change their minds or things happen out of their control that they just can't make it."

"I just walked around the park nearby and stuff. And– oh, I just remembered something." He stops, taking his beanie off and putting it on your head, revealing the alluring lavender that coloured his hair, something you secretly found appealing. You don't even have time to process that you were wearing the hat that covered his beautiful colour. "Jongseob, your hair. People might recognize you."

"Brought an extra. It's a bit late, so I doubt I'll get asked for a photo."

"So you planned this?"

"Whenever you send me selfie updates, you're never wearing a hat. You aren't even wearing a scarf, are you not freezing?"

"I am. I didn't think it'd get this cold, so I didn't bring one since it was warmer this morning."

"It'll always be colder at night, Y/N. You need to remember that, especially since you're working late."

"Did you even wash this?"

"Five times through the cycle. You seem to like it when we see each other, and conveniently, colder weather is approaching so I thought you should have it. You don’t have any hats at home?”

“I forgot to bring one. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. No need to pay me back, by the way.”

By the time you look back at him, his hair is covered again with another beanie, his stealthiness making you stifle a chuckle. “What?”

“I like your hair. I sometimes wish you didn’t have to hide it.”

“Well, I don’t necessarily hide it, I usually just wear hats because it’s more comfortable for me. A lot of people are dyeing their hair now, so I don’t think I’ll get recognized if I didn’t wear one.”

“How many people have you seen with purple hair in public?”

“Quite a few people, actually. So do you want me to take it off?”

“Huh? Why? Aren’t you cold?”

“At least I have a scarf. And you said you wished I didn’t have to hide it.”

“Weren’t you the one who said we shouldn’t risk anything when asking to walk me home?”

“Fair. But that’s a completely different scenario. I took a risk going down the path I’m still on today.”

“That is irrelevant.”

“Worth a shot.”

He walks with you to your door again, ringing the doorbell as you waited an unusually long time for your mom to answer.

“My mom said she could get me a card for FNC so I could stay there instead of alone at home after school. I tell her once and I’m already being pampered.” You laugh, Jongseob’s face lighting up. “Really? You should text me when you arrive! I’ll come find you, and I won’t bother if you have homework to do!”

“She hasn’t gotten it for me yet, I’m still thinking about it.”

“You should say yes so we can see each other in person more often! As long as your school isn’t far from headquarters, though.”

“We see each other when we call.”

“Seeing you like this is often just my luck. Otherwise I’m busy practicing or resting in the dorms. I like being able to talk to you in person.”

And as he smiles, that same one always on his face whenever you two seem to be together, you remember that he’s still just a kid. He’s the same age as you and he’s already in the spotlight, under the watchful eyes of so many fans through their screens.

You get to see him beyond that screen. You’ve been able to see him, meet him, know him beyond his idol persona. And he’s comfortable enough to share who he really is with you. You feel grateful for that.

The front door opens, your mom welcoming you in and noticing your friend by the door as well. “Jongseob, what a nice surprise! Such a coincidence you two ran into each other again. Thank you for walking with Y/N.”

“You’re welcome, Mrs. L/N.”

“Do you need a ride back?”

“Jongseob!” Someone calls, a group of five guys crowded outside your house, which you then identify as his group. “Let’s go, dude! Food’s gonna get cold.” Another one adds.

“I should get going. See you tomorrow, hopefully?” He asks, almost promising.

“Yeah. See you tomorrow.”

You both stand there for a moment, looking at each other as if you were anticipating something as your mom goes ahead inside, the door still open. He suddenly steps forward and wraps his arms around you, one of his hands resting on top of your head.

You’re surprised, but return the hug carefully before he pulls away, sending you a small wave as he goes to join his group in departing.

Jongseob feels an elephant in the room as he walks with them, Theo carrying on a conversation that didn’t seem to make the vibe go away. It doesn’t seem to until they all got back to the dorm, when they started eating.

“That’s a different hat. What happened to the other one?” Intak asks rhetorically. “Y/N had it.” Soul answers nonchalantly, not seeming to understand the sarcasm behind it. “I gave it to her. She was cold.”

“Is she borrowing it?” Jiung asks. “I gave it to her. It’s hers now.” Jongseob reiterates, his point clarified.

“How does Soul know her name and we don’t?” Keeho asks, mouth full. “I talk to her all the time, do you not hear?” Everyone but Soul shakes their head. “She’s nice.” Soul adds.

“Hopefully she can come after school tomorrow. Her mom is trying to get her admission in so she doesn’t have to stay at home.”

“You met her mom?” Intak asks, Jongseob nodding. “I run into her in the halls, sometimes in the elevator.”

“What was the hug for? I swore she looked like she could’ve fallen asleep in your arms.” Theo asks, pointing out something that had Jongseob questioning.

“I… I don’t know.”

his first crush.

“I was feeling nice, I guess. It was cold. She looked cold.”

Jongseob didn’t really have a reason. He couldn’t think of why he left you off with a hug that night. The question kept him up all night.

Along with the speed of his racing heart.

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seob

seobie

jongseob

hi sorry

whats up?

my mom is looking for you what dance room are you in

why is she looking for me?

has to give you something? idk she told me to ask

okay im in 205

thanks

Jongseob puts his phone down and goes back to warming up, taking off his hat and focusing on himself. More specifically, his hair.

‘I really like your hair. I sometimes wish you didn’t have to hide it.’

Why couldn’t he get that out of his head?

As the song begins to end, he hears a knock on the door, finishing off and pausing the music before answering. He opens the door to reveal you, still in your school uniform.

“Hi!” You greet. At first, he’s stunned. You’re really here, and you’re really visiting him. “I got a card from the front desk.” He’s still standing there, jaw slack, staring at you in disbelief. All of a sudden, he’s hugging you, hiding your face in his shoulder as he looks up to check the halls, guiding you in and closing the door.

“Don’t want them to see you. But hi.” He mutters, clearing his throat after pulling away.

“They know I’m here. Have you warmed up yet? Are the rest of them coming?”

“Not for a while. I think I’ll take a break–“

“You dyed your hair!”

He freezes as your hand goes up to touch it. His color changed from lavender to a deep, light red. “Yeah. Do you like it?”

“It looks really good on you.”

“Do you prefer this or the purple?”

“Honestly, you look good with any color.” You sit down on the ground, opening your backpack but pausing before going any further. “Can I do my homework? I have one question left and it’s super easy.”

“Go ahead.”

Jongseob can’t help but focus on you the whole time, when you take your papers and pencils out, when you read through the worksheet, when you begin to write, so concentrated in the moment. He finds himself staring, and you do too.

“All done.” You look up to see him returning your gaze, something there when your eyes meet. “What was so interesting about me and my schoolwork?”

“Huh?”

“You were staring at me.”

He flushes, shaking his head and denying immediately. “No! I wasn’t!”

“Come on, you can admit it. You think I’m pretty.”

“I–“

“I think you’re pretty.”

You cut him off, answering with no shame and an innocent smile on your face. He can’t help but think you mean more than you really do. “You do?”

“Oh, I do. Your hair, your face, your style. It all compliments so well. Take it from me, I’m an artist.”

He thinks to himself as you await his answer. “I think you’re pretty too.”

“Really?”

“Really pretty.”

You both have the same kind of war going on in your head. You wish the other really meant it, but something was holding you back from believing they did. To outsiders, you looked like two people in love. In your head, you were hoping he really meant what he was saying.

“I, um, hope you don’t mind if I stay in for practice. And I do want to talk to you before your members get here.” You try to divert the conversation with the atmosphere telling you closure was needed. “Yeah, we’re working on our comeback actually, so…” He holds out his pinkie.

“You have to promise not to tell anyone. Not a peep.”

You lock your own with his. “Promise.” You both giggle at the gesture as your fingers pull away. “I know this is gonna sound like a really stupid, cheesy question, but do you mean it?”

The way you start off catches his attention. “Do I mean what?”

“When you said I was pretty.”

He’s stunned, stuck in place as he stares at you while forgetting to answer. “I know we’re still young, but I’ve had my heart toyed with before. And all he did was laugh.” You scooted closer to him. “So what I’m asking is, ‘seob, do you really think I’m pretty? Or are you just being nice?”

“What answer are you hoping to hear?”

“That you do. That you mean everything you’ve ever said to me.”

He’s frozen, all he can do is stare into your eyes as you await a response. “Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, I do mean it. You, Y/N, are one very pretty girl.”

“How many pretty girls do you see while out for work?”

“Many. None of them are as pretty as you.”

her first crush.

You know you’re the one that instigated this conversation, but still, you can’t help but blush at his response. “You’re all red.” He points out. “Do my words really mean that much to you?”

“All I wanted was closure.”

The door opens, Jongseob patting your head and joining the rest of the guys as if he didn’t just have you melting a few seconds ago.

You sat in the corner of the practice room, your face still hot, and your eyes focused on Jongseob the entire time.

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i want you to come visit but my mom isnt letting any visitors in the house

how come?

apparently we’re having a dinner party here in a few days or something? idk shes trying to keep it clean beforehand cuz my dad is finally coming back from his trip

he’s been overseas for how long??

a few months now, some promotion that he got resulted in him staying longer

oh wow

well you could come over to my dorm

actually?

i gotta ask the guys first

oh if u have to ask then its okay maybe next time

they said yes

i hear them cleaning up

what

are you coming or not

omw

You knock on their door, and when no one responds, you call Jongseob, and it suddenly opens to reveal sight of him holding the phone up to his ear.

“You have… a lot of stuff.” He points out, eyeing the large bag you’re carrying. “Are you sleeping over or something?”

“I actually… if it’s okay with you… wanted to do your makeup. I know you’ve been saying how much you want to try it and stuff and I figured we could do it if I saw you today but I forgot to ask–“

“Absolutely. Yes, please, come in, no one’s in my room. ‘Cause… I share a room, and, Jiung’s out and the rest are watching a movie.”

“I get it. I get your whole rooming thing. Am I gonna be in trouble for being here?”

“Not if you don’t get caught.”

“How mischievous of you. If you were to ever get into a scandal with me, would you care?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t mind that at all.”

You laugh it off as if your face wasn’t on fire, closing the door to his shared room.

“Ew, are they gonna make out in there?” Intak says in disgust with fake repulsion. “Just because Jongseob can get a girlfriend and you can’t is not a valid reason to be petty.” Keeho holds back his laugh. “Theo– you can’t say that! That is not funny!”

“Then why are you laughing?”

“…watch the movie.”

Meanwhile, in Jongseob’s room, you finish off his base, tapping brushes against palettes before gently stroking the pigments against his face. His eyes, specifically. The medium shade brought out the orange in his hair, but really, you’ve been wanting to try out a specific look for a while.

“Keep your eyes closed.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why?”

“Makes me feel old.”

“You’re older than me.”

“I’m the same age as you. Now hush.”

He blows a raspberry as you do his eyeliner, a miracle it didn’t smudge or that you didn’t mess up in any way. It was almost adorable how eagerly he nodded when you showed him your container of extra rhinestones.

You hand him a mirror, putting your extra equipment away before finding a tube of lipstick. “Wow.” is all he says until he puts the mirror down and sees you putting on said lipstick. “Oh, you were actually gonna… do that part?”

“Oh, no. I was just swatching. It’s a pretty shade, don’t you think?” Your lips are painted with a vibrant shade of red, bold and eye-catching as you turned to face your friend who’s struggling to keep his jaw from hanging. “Yeah. Really… bright.”

“Well, you know my style. Bold and bright. I decided to… take a break for a change. And I took it out on you.”

“You call this a break? I look fabulous.”

“It’s the rhinestone effect. But yes, this is a break since I only do my face most of the time. And the colours are neutral, but defined. Makeup therapy for me is a total stress reliever, but obviously my face can’t handle powders daily. And… I really needed this, especially after this week.”

“Exams?”

“I took them already.”

“This early?”

“I’m taking AP classes since I don’t do cram school. My school is aware, and honestly, surprised at my career choice. Peer pressure is getting to me more than it should.”

“I hope you don’t feel guilty about this in any way. You’re so talented.”

“My only talent is this. Maybe I’ll work behind the scenes in the entertainment industry all my life. And… there’s something else I need to tell you.”

“What is it?”

You exhale. “I got the job.”

“The job?”

“I’m your travelling makeup artist. I’ll be going with you for future tours and everything.”

He can’t stop his jaw from dropping now. “No way. You’re serious?” He asks, watching you nod eagerly as a big smile grows on his face, going in for a hug which you tightly return. “Y/N– that’s amazing! Does this mean I’ll get to see you every day?”

You nod. “It’s why I’m taking AP. Maybe I’ll switch next year, but I’m exempt from classes because of my success.”

“Wow, so privileged.”

“I’m just good at my job.”

You hear him chuckle, his eyes focused on you and that damn red lip. “I’m proud of you. I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you.” You stifle a laugh. “I’m sorry, it’s just hard to take you seriously with the makeup.”

“You’re the one that did it!”

“You’re never in my style, and it’s over the top!”

The door opens and you immediately pull away from Jongseob, taking out cleansing products after sorting everything else in your bag. Theo stands there, still, staring at your friend all glammed up.

“How do I look?” Jongseob asks with dramatic poses to show off his makeup, Theo taking out his phone and taking pictures of him silently. “You did this?” He asks you, pointing at the boy that had your heart racing. “Did I do good?”

“He looks great. You should come out and show the guys.”

“I don’t wanna watch the movie out there though.”

“You can go back in here and continue making out with Y/N or whatever it is that you were doing in here in the first place.”

“I was not– hey!” Theo’s dragging Jongseob out of the room by his wrist, unable to keep his grip on the doorframe as you hear him groan. You can all hear the guys gushing over Jongseob’s face from the room, poking jokes at him and teasing him.

“Is that lipstick? Did she kiss you?!”

“No, no, nothing like that! She was swatching and it must’ve smudged on me…”

“I thought you two were kissing when I walked in.”

“We hugged.”

“Sure.” One of them snarkily replies.

“I’m gonna tell you who dies if you don’t stop talking.” You hear Jongseob threaten, referring to the movie that was currently on pause in the living room.

“No!”

He silently comes back to the room, seeing you sitting there, cleansers still out as he shuts the door. “Is there really lipstick on me?” He asks, turning his head so you could see all angles of his face. “Oh, right there. How did I not notice that?” You get up with a makeup wipe, swiping it gently against the mark until is goes away.

It was only until you moved away that you noticed how close you were, and that he notice something missing. “You wiped off your lipstick already?”

“I told you I was swatching. I took photos.” ‘And I could see the way you looked at me.’ You thought. “I’d like to post them, but you’re an idol and all, so…”

“A shame, really. Do you wanna eat? Jiung got some takeout, and I don’t wanna take off your hard work for a little while.”

“Sure, but don’t expect me to take you seriously while you’re all glammed up.”

“You did this to me!”

“We are not having this conversation again.”

his first love, where he can’t imagine being with anybody else but you.

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Jongseob’s met a lot of pretty girls. As an idol, it’s only natural he has to work with them, be in the same premise as them. Yet he can never see anything more to them because they aren’t like you.

Your snarky replies, your teasing, your genuine questions and need for reassurance, your automatic response to rely on him, contact him whenever you’re feeling overwhelmed. Maybe it was because he’s spent so much time with you that he built this connection, but he learned that no one else could replicate this feeling he was so comfortable with.

This feeling that he only felt with you.

His members teased him mercilessly, especially on your first day on the job. You were assigned to him and specifically him (according to a colleague, he requested you), and every time anyone of his fellow group saw you working so close with him, they’d start laughing.

Jiung and Intak would take Jongseob’s phone from him if they were to ever find him on call with you. Keeho would give him those looks whenever he saw him smiling at his screen, and on his screen was you. Theo and Soul… they left him alone for the most part. They’d say hello and you guys would chat, but of course, Theo with his natural older brother energy, would occasionally tease him about it, usually through complaints.

“Jongseob, can you stop talking to your girlfriend and go to sleep? We have practice tomorrow.”

“Geez, you wanted her to swatch on you, didn’t you?”

“Watch where you’re going with that! I know you’re practically in love with her, but you should still pay attention to your surroundings!”

Soul simply encouraged the idea of you two together.

“She really likes you, I can tell.”

“Will you be out of the dorm more often when you two start dating?”

“You got her a ring? When is the wedding?”

And all Jongseob really wanted was to figure out if you really did like him or not. Because he felt like he could never experience such euphoria with anyone other than you.

He was only 18, why did he seem so sure about this? His mind was certainly older.

The door to the studio opens, and you enter, dropping your school bag onto the floor and looking absolutely spent.

“Are you okay?” He asks as you walk over, head in his chest. “Not even a hello?” You joke, looking up at him. “Tired. Long day. School’s a real pain in the ass when you have things to do outside of it. You’re lucky you’re busy enough that you don’t have to go.”

“Sometimes I wish I could. I’d enroll at your school and take all the classes with you so I’m not alone. Speaking of school, what happened to those girls who chased you?”

“Oh, them?” You laugh. “We’re cool now. One of them apologized to me. The rest followed. It took one longer than the rest to muster up the courage. They thought I hated them which is why they couldn’t talk about it in the first place, which is understandable.”

“Did you forgive them?”

“Not right away. I accepted their apology, but I’ll talk to tomorrow. It’s a little bit scary leaving work in fear of being chased and they kinda ignited that in me. I could never hate them, though. Maybe that’s a lie, but I guess when I thought I hated them, I was just afraid.”

“You’re so insightful it’s honestly attractive.” You look at him, amused. “Are you flirting with me, Jongseob?”

“Oh, I’m just being honest.”

“Sure. Your birthday just passed and your ego is suddenly through the roof.”

“Well, I am Kim Jongseob, so maybe my ego should’ve been through the roof a while ago.”

“Now you’re just sounding arrogant.”

“I’m just better.” You roll your eyes, looking at the computer in the corner of the room on the counter. “Can I change the music?” You ask, watching him walk over and open the right tab for you. You change the keyboard language to English, searching up a name so fast he doesn’t comprehend that the music already started. You walk away as he stays and reads the name off the screen.

Clementine – grentperez

He looks at you, who happened to already be waiting for him in the center of the room. He walks over, spinning you around and catching you, visibly surprised when the singing begins. “It’s in English?”

“Mhm.”

“Can you understand it?”

“A little bit. Otherwise, I like how it sounds. Can you understand it?”

“I’ve been getting better… at least I try to. It sounds good.”

“I should send you more of his works. I think you’d like those too.” You feel his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close enough into a hug. “Is this okay?” He feels you nod against his chest, your arms wrapping up and around his neck as the two of you simply sway to the music that filled the room.

To be in Jongseob’s arms, your best friend’s arms, like this was something you didn’t know you wanted to experience for as long as you could. This felt intimate, feeling closer with him like this more than any other hug you’ve shared.

You two probably looked like idiots to anyone that would walk in, but it was just the two of you, and all you could think about was how comfortable it was in each other’s arms.

There’s a spark. A spark that turns into a growing flame when your eyes meet. A flame that you wanted to keep ablaze but was on the edge of extinguishing. “You… you look really pretty.” He suddenly stutters, the flame growing a little bit more. “Thank you.”

“I really want to kiss you. Really, really bad.”

His abruptness catches you off guard, and it’s almost funny how the song began to near its climax.

“I’m sorry, was that too forward? Forget I said–“

“No one’s stopping you.”

It’s so cliche how the song reached its peak when his lips are on yours. You both were young, yet your minds were older. To kiss someone at such a moment for the first time in your life only made you fall in love with him even more, and really, you never thought you’d experience it so soon. With an idol, no less.

“Kim Jongseob!”

The sound of his name makes both of you pull away and look at the door, Intak, Jiung, and Theo standing there like they’ve seen a ghost. “What the hell are you doing?!” Intak exclaims, probably more aggressive than he meant to.

You both stand there, dumbfounded, and it wasn’t until you were back in your head that you both decide to separate from each other instantly. They looked angry. They probably didn’t feel that way, but in the moment, you felt humiliated. One second later, your face is hidden in his chest again, feeling his other hand on your back.

“I’m sorry.” You mutter against him, his hand patting your back reassuringly. “No, there’s nothing for you to be sorry about.”

“Don’t you feel the slightest bit embarrassed? Your friends just walked in on us kissing.”

“Oh, I do, absolutely. They’ll never let me hear the end of it.” You look up at him, and he’s smiling. “Then why don’t you seem that way?”

“Because I was kissing you.” Your heart beats faster than it ever has before when you’re with him. “You’re the only girl they’d want to see me kiss in the first place. Lucky for you, you’re the only girl I’ll ever wanna kiss in my whole life.”

“Since when did you get so romantic?”

“Since the day I met you in this very studio.”

Your worries suddenly melt away at his words, further assured he feels the same way you do.

“I really don’t mean to interrupt this very sentimental moment, but we have practice, so can you guys hurry it up a little bit?” Intak speaks up, appearing behind Jongseob out of nowhere. You pull away, going to get your things in the corner of the room, realizing he was following you. “You’re not gonna stay?” He asks, holding onto your hand.

“I have schoolwork to do, ‘Seob. And I need to talk to my coworkers at my part-time.” He pouts. “I know there’s so much more we need to talk about, but I’m eating into your practice time right now. I’ll call you, okay? We see each other tomorrow. Promise.” You squeeze his hand, feeling his other hand on top of yours.

“I thought you already quit that job.”

“They’re still my friends. I check in with them from time to time.” He sighs. “Goodnight, Y/N.” He kisses your forehead before letting you go.

Once you’re out of sight of the doorway, you can’t help but giggle and jump around out of pure excitement. You catch sight of Keeho and Soul in the hallway, greeting them briefly. “What’s got you so excited?” Keeho asks.

“He kissed me.” You watch his expression change to match yours, jumping around with you in the middle of the hallway. “No way! Are you serious?”

“The rest of them walked in on us…”

“I’ve literally been waiting for months for him to make a move and the one time I decide to leave later– ugh, I’m so happy for both of you!”

“And then he…” You point to your forehead. “He…” Keeho puckers his lips while you nod, the both of you proceeding to squeal almost too loud in the hallway. “Girl, please, you two are literally so freaking cute, you need to tell me more!”

“I really need to leave, I’m sorry!”

“It’s okay, we’ll see you tomorrow!”

You’re on your way to the convenience store, relieved to see both Mun-Hee and Shin-Il behind the counter, both of them equally shocked to see you there. “Y/N! I thought you were working.” Shin-Il says.

“I need to tell you guys something. Can I still come back here?”

“No. But you used to work here, so whatever.” An indirect invitation to come behind the counter given by Mun-Hee. “Judging from the look on your face, you either made progress with Jongseob or made out with Jongseob.” She adds.

“I kissed him, thank you very much.”

“Oh, shit.” She curses. “And he did it first?” You nod. “Damn, girl! He’s really down bad for you!”

“Is he your boyfriend now? He should be.” Shin-Il asks. “We didn’t have time to talk about it… he’s in a dance practice right now and I promised I’d call him.”

“Honey, no. This is the kind of thing you talk about in person. If he’s really dedicated and really loves you, he’d tell you. But with the amount of times you’ve breached health protocols with something to say about him, I think he really does love you in that way. But still, call him later. You promised.”

“You give all this advice as if you’ve ever been in an actual relationship.” Shin-Il jokes, resulting in a death glare from the most helpful former coworker in the moment. “Listen to her, not me.”

“Obviously.”

The welcoming bell chimes as someone enters, coming to the counter as quick as they came in. Mun-Hee looks in awe at the person as he stops at the counter, face lighting up. “We still on for tonight?” He hands her two 5000 won bills.

“Mhm.” She says in the most obvious lovesick tone, sliding the man’s items back towards him as she gives him his change. “I’ll see you later, Mun.”

You hold back a laugh at the nickname, glancing between her and the man as he leaves the store.“Who even is that guy?”

“They’ve been hooking up but then they actually started liking each other for more than the sex. Total K-drama material.”

“She did not need to know that!”

“If she can tell us about her love life, I can tell her about yours.”

“This is something entirely different! And what about you? Does she know that your little girlfriend calls you Shinnie now?”

You can’t hold back your laughter. “Pfft– Shinnie!? You guys are so corny!”

“Don’t you call your boyfriend ‘Seob’?” Shin-Il retorts. “Okay, but that’s just his name shortened. At least she didn’t add or double anything to it.” Mun-Hee reasons, receiving an eye roll from her coworker.

“I can’t believe we’re all in relationships now.” She adds. “I can’t believe you’re in a relationship! You’re so grouchy all the time, it’s hard to believe anyone would love that. You too, Y/N! You’re only 18 and you already kissed someone.”

“You still haven’t kissed anyone at your old age?!” You exclaim.

Mun-Hee sighs. “Can you tell it’s been rough without you here?”

“Definitely.”

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“So does my dad approve?”

You ask as Jongseob enters your bedroom, shutting the door gently before sitting across from you on your bed. “Of course he approved, I’m Kim Jongseob.”

Your dad had to go on another trip, which was prolonged, right after his first one due to a promotion offer that was promised if he continued to work efficiently overseas for a little longer. He got the promotion. He didn’t come back until mid-2021, and you didn’t tell him about your little relationship until today.

“I bet he’s pissed at me. I swore I meant to tell him, I just forgot.”

“He isn’t. He’s just… very surprised.”

“Understandable. I may or may not have rambled to him about you.”

“Did you say anything embarrassing?”

“No.”

“Then what did you say?”

“He asked me what I loved about you. It’s a long list.”

“We have time.”

He chuckles. “Okay, well, I said I love that you’re such a hard worker, and how devoted you are to anything that you do, how you never settle for less. How there’s a sparkle in your eye only I’m able to see when you get excited. How beautiful you are when you’re at your happiest, when you’re doing something that brings you comfort. Should I keep going?”

You’re too flustered to answer his question. “What did he say?”

“‘When’s the wedding?’”

You hit him playfully, hiding your face in the side of his arm, embarrassed that your face was so warm from something so simple. “You really noticed all of those little things?”

“Of course I did, you’re my girlfriend.”

You wanted to kiss him so bad in that moment, being interrupted by your mom barging in the room. She simply stares at both of you. “You’re nearly 19, I expect you to know what we don’t wanna hear in this house.” She closes the door, Jongseob getting up to lock it this time.

“My mom’s gonna get so suspicious next time she tries to open the door.”

“Valid. But we know our boundaries, don’t we?”

You fulfill what you imagined in your head, kissing him briefly and pulling away when you feel his hand tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Wanna know something?” He mutters.

“What?”

“I don’t think I could ever love someone else the same way I love you.”

“Is that so?”

“Honey, I admire you. You’re amazing.”

“Speak for yourself, mister. So talented and famous for it. I think we’ve been keeping these words bottled up for years when we were just friends.”

“Mhm. There’s so much more I wanna say.”

“We have time.”

“It’ll take all week.”

“I have all the time in the world when I’m with you.”

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🐺: guys where is jongseob

🐶: is he not at y/n’s house??

🐺: we have a shoot tomorrow why is he at y/n’s house

🐿️: the shoot is next week are u dumb

🐺: damn bro mb

☀️: they’re gonna get married someday i just know it

🍟: he wanted her ring size (о´∀`о)

🐺: why is he there anyway??

☀️: he went to meet her dad

🐿️: OKAY JONGSEOB I SEE U MEETING THE FAMILY

🐯: are you guys talking bad about me

🐶: nah we’re just thinking about what kind of ring ur gonna get her

🐯: im still 18 calm down 💀 y/n’s dad said the same thing

☀️: even mr. l/n agrees

🍟: how is y/n?

🐯: she’s good, i actually might stay over tonight

🐺: WHAT

🐶: on a weekday is crazy

☀️: why arent u coming home?

🐯: she fell asleep on me i dont wanna wake her up

🐿️: do you have clothes?

🐯: 👍

🐶: bro is prepared he predicted this

🍟: say hi to her for me!!!!

🐯: alr goodnight guys im lowkey tired

🐺: jongseob sleeping early? thats new

🐯: i hope you have nightmares

and if you’re fadin’, then honey i’ll be fadin’ too. darling, i don’t even know who i am without you. 🎧

#jongseob #p1h jongseob #jongseob x reader #kim jongseob #p1h imagines #p1harmony #p1harmony x reader #p1h soul #p1h jiung #p1h theo #p1h keeho #p1h intak #p1harmony x you

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A dating Jeremiah fic?

loving you is so easy | j.fisher x reader

a/n: thank you so much for the request!! i hope my writing meets the expectations for what’ll be like to date jeremiah!

warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption

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dating jeremiah is like waking up and feeling fully rested after weeks of exhaustion. he’s fun and dating him is a constant adventure. there’s never a dull moment between us two. we’re always up to something whether it be driving in the middle of the night with all windows down or it’ll be us snuggling on the couch and giggling with one another.

i lay on my stomach on the smooth surfboard as i feel the waves beneath me sway the board. the salty water from my hair was dripping down my face and the sun was hot on my back.

“are you sure this is a good idea?” i ask jeremiah nervously as he climbs onto the board with me. we both carefully adjust ourselves so we’re both seated,

he shrugs, “probably not but do you trust me? i think it’ll be fun”

“if you say so!” i laugh, he tells me to start paddling and swim we’re both standing on the surfboard together.

it’s extremely unsteady as we both wobble, attempting to keep our balance. but within seconds, we’re both in the ocean. i swim to the surface and burst into a fit of laughter,

“that had to be one of the dumbest things weve done” i tell him as he swims the surfboard towards me, “i can’t believe we were even able to stand on it.”

“makes for a good story though!” he grins before kissing my lips.

dating jeremiah shows me a new sort of love that i never knew existed. after a failed situationship after another, i remember there being a point in my life where i felt like i was unlovable. until i met the curly headed boy. he is loud and proud about us dating, making sure that the whole world knows that we’re together — he never hides it and it’s refreshing.

big, big house parties were never my thing. i was always more of a chill at home with a few friends kind of person rather than going to a huge party. i’m not really sure why but something about being in a small house packed of sweaty and drunk teenagers doesn’t seem very fun to me.

my boyfriend, jeremiah, on the other hand absolutely loves them. he has always been a social butterfly and he loves any opportunity to hang out with new people.

i never really care whenever he goes to parties without me, i trust him. he never pushes me to go to these events either because he knows that i’m not comfortable in these settings. some how today, he convinced me to go.

“come on, baby,” he pleas, “it’ll be fun!”

i shrug, folding up my throw blanket on my half made bed, “i don’t know, jere. you know i’m not big on parties.”

he flops onto my bed and looks up at me with big puppy eyes, “i know babe, but everyone’s been asking to meet you since i talk about you at parties all the time!” he exclaims,

“plus, if you ever feel uncomfortable we can leave right away, no questions asked” jeremiah smiles.

i sigh before nodding my head, “ok fine, only this once though”

he scrambled up and pulls me into a tight hug, spinning us in circles, “god, i love you so much!”

as i got ready for the party, contemplating between a pink or yellow tank top (eventually picking the pink one), i met jeremiah downstairs who was talking to my family.

“you look absolutely gorgeous” he grins, twirling me to get a 360 view, “a goddess.”

my parents awe at the sight before bidding the two of us goodbye as we leave for the party. when we pull up, there’s loud music and talking amongst the tipsy teenagers. jeremiah protectively wraps an arm around my waist as he guides us through the crowd and towards the drinks.

he says hi to a bunch of people we pass by, “oh hey man, this is my girlfriend, y/n” he would proudly say, kissing the top of my head, “isn’t she just the prettiest?”

he opens a drink for me and hands it over before jumping onto the kitchen counter,

“cheers everyone! this one is for my beautiful girlfriend, thank you for coming out tonight, baby! i love you endlessly — have a great night people!” he shouts before hopping off, my face was flushing a bright red before his hands are on my waist.

jeremiah grins at me and pulls me into a passionate kiss in front of everyone. his boys are cheering for us along with some of the girls.

dating jeremiah revealed to me that not all dream-like boyfriends exist only in fiction, but also in real life. he never forgets to message me goodnight, to kiss me goodbye, makes sure that neither of us go to bed upset with the other. jeremiah brings me small gifts that reminded him of me when they’re unexpected. loving him is one of the easiest things i’ve ever done. jeremiah showed me a new sort of love that i never knew existed. he truly is the perfect boyfriend to me and never makes me feel alone. he’s my biggest supporter and is honestly my comfort person.

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[rockstarsmut]

𝐯!𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧? 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐊 𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐓 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: loss of virginity, oral BOTH receiving!, very smutty. VERY. bestfriends to lovers.

minors do NOT interact, Or do. We don’t care.

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It was a Saturday night in California 84’. You were currently living with your rockstar best- friends known as METALLICA, a very well known band and you weren’t with them all of the time because of the fame but because when you guys were all in high school you were popular and they weren’t, but you treated them with kindness which is what they loved about you, it made you and them get close. And now you’re living with them. And you make ask why? Why live with a bunch of boys? well, you didn’t have much family, and living alone scared the crap out of you so they offered and you took them up on it, it’s been 2 years since you guys have all lived together and everything had gone well. you guys would go to as you say “rich people places” Which was clubs, big parties in million dollar mansions and meeting many celebrities. You enjoyed all of it, but what you enjoyed most was being with your best friend through all of it, Kirk Hammett. You had always liked Kirk in a way, I mean he was fucking perfect. He had long curly hair, he had a sexy fucking body, and his smile. His smile was the best thing ever. He had pearly whites, he took good care of himself. It’s what made him different than the other boys. But as we back track to today, It’s November 18, 1984. Kirk’s birthday, you and the other boys planned to throw hin a party at an obviously HUGE house since Kirk was known by many people, this was mostly James idea since he loved partying and drinking more then anything in the world, oh and don’t forget the groupies. But you decided to go to the house early to set up all the things needed for the party, He was turning 22, he was 2 years older then you and all the boys but yet he looked the youngest, and the sexiest. You decided to stop by a balloon store to get the numbers 22 and Kirk’s name, you wanted it to be special since he was a special man to you. You also drove to 5 different liquor stores, got about 1000 dollars of liquor (MANY people were coming) and got a bunch of food, and party supplies, meanwhile James,cliff,lars and Kirk were busy making music, Kirk knew nothing about the party tho. As you got the big house you called James to come help you, as soon as he got there you and him finished up everything as quick as you could since the party was supposed to start at 6 and it was already 5:30 and you could hear people pulling up in the driveway. This was your cue to go get Kirk from the studio. You decided to go alone since James had to let everyone in. You decided to phone Kirk. “Kirk I’m on my way to pick you up. Don’t ask questions just come out now.” You say hanging up not even letting him reply as you pull up to the studio. Seeing him in such a sexy but out of theme outfit, a Madonna shirt with jeans, classical Kirk. “You couldn’t dress any better Kirk it’s your birthday.” you whine as he gets into the car. “Well missy im not doing anything for my birthday implying I don’t need to wear a nice outfit, anyway what are you picking me up for?” He gives you a look. “Well it’s a surprise” you giggle driving to the party. You weren’t one for parties and neither was Kirk, that’s why you told James this was a bad idea. As soon as we pulled up his smile faded. “y/n you know I don’t like parties” he whines giving you the puppy eyes. damn it Hammett. “I know Kirk I know but this is what James wanted to do for you so please act happy as this took me and James a while.” you plead making him nod as you guys get out the car. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIRK THE MAN” James yells catching everyone’s attention as they all go tell Kirk happy birthday. you decided to go the indoor bar and sit down and have a drink. Margaritas was always your first choice. “One margarita please” you say as u see Kirk sit next to you “never mind 2 please” you tell the man as he prepares your drink. “thank you y/n for preparing everything I would love to enjoy this but you know I hate these things. “well then what do you say we finish our drinks and just go chill upstairs? I mean I rented this place for the whole night so we can just waste away upstairs?” you say.

“alright then y/n you got a deal” he smiles as the man gives you guys the margaritas which you quickly finish to get upstairs as soon as possible. “the room is is this way idiot” you laugh as he tried going into a closet. “wow it’s big” he gasps seeing the king sized bed and huge glass windows. “So you’re finally 22 huh? what a big boy” you laugh earning a chuckle from him. “You’re almost there you know your 21 y/n” he says as you frown sarcastically. “you know I’m almost 22 and still haven’t had sex” you look at him as he laughs a little. “There’s no way you’re a virgin y/n, no fucking way” he states clearly not joking making you a little embarrassed of what you just told him.” I know it’s embarrassing it’s just I’ve never trusted anyone enough to touch me, everyone now is just interested in sex and not about personality but I guess I was just thinking about the way it was in movies.” you sigh laying down on the bed as he does the same. “I’m a virgin to y/n.” he says earning a huge gasp from you. “how are you a fucking virgin?” you get up asking him seriously. “well y/n did you ever think that maybe I think the same way as you and don’t want to use a women just for pleasure?” he questions as you realize he was right. “I’m sorry it’s just that your so handsome and like I thought you had lost it already, my bad” you look at him earning a little smirk from him knowing you had just called him handsome, something you have never done.”you think I’m handsomeee” he mocks as he starts to tickle you and you both fall on the bed as he’s now hovered over you. “hi” you say looking up at him “hi” he reply’s slowly reaching to your lips, his lips were so soft. his tongue roamed around your mouth for a little as he began to take off your dress, not breaking the kiss. “Is this okay?” He says breaking the kiss asking for permission. “yes ofcourse” you pant helping him take it off as he stares at your beautiful tits, I mean your tits we’re fucking perfect to him. “How has nobody touched this beautiful fucking tits before? Hm? Im gonna be the first one huh?” He grabs your left nipple shoving it into his mouth as he rubs the other one with his free hand earning loud moans from you, you were already soaking wet from just this, and your nipples were so fucking hard. “I’m gonna touch you down here mkay? Gonna stretch you out.” He smiles removing your lacy panties sticking not 1 but 3 fingers in you causing you to whine in pain. “It’s gonna be okay baby don’t worry.” He reassures you as he continues his slow pace as your pain becomes pleasure. “mmmmm fuckk kirkkkkk” you moan obviously getting Kirk hard as fuck already. “I think I’m gonna cum Kirk oh my god” you moan loudly as your orgasm reaches you squirting all over his face. He licks the remainder of your juices. You realize he has a huge boner and you decided to return the favor pulling his pants down obviously shocking him. You realize how fucking big he is and to be honest you were scared it wouldn’t fit, but you slowly started to jerk him off earning moans and groans from him. “holy shit baby like that” he throws his head back from the pleasure your giving him. You soon put his dick in your mouth and what you can’t fit you jerk off. “holy fuckkk baby I’m about to cum” He pants as you go faster. “FUUUCKKKKK” he says arriving to his orgasm, cumming in your mouth. “I need you in me right n-now baby.” He says as you get on all fours for him as he aligns his cock with your entrance. “It’s gonna hurt a little mkay?” He tells you as you nod to him feeling him slowly pushing his tip in. you squeal in pain. “Do you want me to stop baby” he questions but you reply with no. “You can go fast now Kirk it doesn’t hurt as much” you moan. This caused Kirk to slam into you. “HOLY FUCK KIRK” you moan as he thrusts in and out of you at a very fucking fast pace. You knew you weren’t gonna last and he knew this to since you were clenching all around him. “baby you can come let it go” as soon as he said this you grab the pillows and scream as you arrive to your orgasm, him shortly arriving at his after.

he pulled out and plopped down right beside you. “That was so good y/n. Thank you for the birthday present.” He smiles kissing your cheek. “I love you Kirk” you smile.

“I love you too.”

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first Kirk smut !! Request for more

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[soursfilms]

gina wanted someone to fight for her. (a short sort of analysis on gina porter)

ej never fought for gina during their miscommunication in the season two finale. he just cancelled the date and let her go. if it wasn’t for ashlyn talking to gina, they wouldn’t of gotten together because he didn’t fight for her. in season three he said he was doing the musical so maybe his dad can let him stay in salt lake and they could be together, but we all know his dad’s approval was his main motivation. he ditched her and made promises he couldn’t keep. he didn’t fight for her when she gave him another chance to show up at prom. when they broke up, he deflected, bringing ricky up unprovoked, and then let her go, again, without a fight. (though they only dated for two weeks and what they had wasn’t strong enough for a fight but i digress)

when gina admitted to ricky her feelings in the last episode of season three, she was prepared to walk away with her head held high, but he stopped her, and like ej told ricky in season four, gina wouldn’t be with him if she didn’t know the guy he could be. all of season three ricky continuously showed up for her and regretted what happened the semester before. gina saw something in ricky all the way back in season one and she knew that he was the one. although it took some time, due to the fact that ricky didn’t want to make the same mistakes he did with nini.

gina would’ve loved to receive a bunch of messages from ricky telling her he wishes she could stay with him unlike nini would’ve. (which is so valid for her to feel! this is just me explaining how different nini and gina receive and view love) she doesn’t see it as him “holding her back” she saw it as someone who fights for what they built and she’s always wanted someone to fight for her, and ricky did that. he showed up for her and stayed. even if she would’ve left, he sang to the world how he’s in love and how they’re forever no matter what. that’s all gina has ever wanted. growing up no one in her life fought to stay in it. jaime left. her mom leaves her alone a lot of the times because of her job. her dad isn’t there. no one fought to be in her life that way. she’s so used to leaving and moving. then ricky comes around and promises her she’ll never walk alone (puppy love lyrics reference!) that they built a sacred home forever, and showed it to her continuously all season.

also, want to mention, in the troy and gabriella scene in the play, one of her lines is, “i always do the right thing, maybe i want to do something crazy this time. i mean, everything about my life has been full speed ahead.”

while ricky was worried of holding her back, or ruining her moment and saying the wrong thing because of his past mistakes with nini, gina wouldn’t of minded that at all. she wanted ricky to finally say i love you. to know what they have is real so they could fight for their love together no matter what happens next. (she already knew he loved her though, gina just needed him to say it so she could finally do “something crazy”)

#hsmtmts #gina porter #ricky bowen #ricky x gina #rina #rina hsmtmts #gina x ricky #hsmtmts s4 #high school musical the musical the series #ej caswell

[starsomens]

Noah and his not so gamer girl imagine cause I'm bored and have a bunch of ideas to share with the world. hey Siri, play Video Games by Lana Del Rey.

you're not the type to spend free time playing video games. it's just not exactly your form of escapism, you prefer listening to music, dancing, watching movies and tv shows, cooking, even crying your heart out over tiktok videos with cute puppies, basically anything. but playing games? not really. and it's not because you suck at it, nah, absolutely not. or is it?

but Noah loves video games and sometimes you're in a mood to share his passion despite the lack of fast reaction, coordination or even gaming experience. it doesn't matter. more so, this is the only time being really bad at something benefits you.

this is his chance to be your knight in shining armour and he gladly takes the opportunty. he's gonna carry you the whole match/round/level/quest/whatever that is if you're struggling without making you feel useless. oh, you can't progress through that one hideous quidditch match in an old Harry Potter game? don't worry honey, he's gonna take care of that while you can sit beside him with you cup of hot chocolate and chill.

actually, this level is worse than he thought, so you sit there for half an hour watching him cursing the game, the broom, the whole existence of the world and it's the funniest thing ever. streamer Noah was and still is your favorite era of his and now you have an exclusive access to it irl.

remember Among Us? this may be the only game you're good at. not just good - excellent, you're a pro mind gamer. whenever you get the imposter role you make sure to either kill Noah first just to mess with him while he's screaming 'I knew it' down the hall or to keep him alive til the very end acting soooo very innocent that it blows his mind to find out it was you all along.

Noah, however, is still in his knight arc so he keeps you alive because he just can't do it to you. that makes him lose all the time because everone knows if you're still running around it's him not being able to kill you again. or when he's a crewmate and gets killed, his little ghost follows you everywhere you go as your little guardian angel. it's sweet but he could be a bit more helpful in his afterlife doing the tasks to help you win sooner though.

you have this love-hate relationship with horror games. you're intrigued and scared as fuck at the same time. Noah is not there to make it any easier for you. he loves to jumpscare you out of the sudden. he swears he's not gonna do it again and still proceeds to scare you one more time when you're fully relaxed and least expect it just to hear you screaming at the top of your lungs. once you got so scared you threw your controller across the room and broke it. he promised to stop doing this shit. of course he lied. this bish!

he's so unserious when you two boot up The Sims. his character never looks like him, he creates the ugliest mf with the weirdest clothing choices and insists to romance your character because who else? then, when you get to make your sim and spend like three hours on it, he patiently waits and says it's cute but not as beautiful as you are even if it's an actual virtual goddess on your screen. then you two sit there and plan how your sims are gonna live and somehow it always ends up with planning your actual real life together - the cabin, the dog, the kids and their names, all this lovely stuff.

ANON AGAIN???? Girl I had a long work day and this honestly helped me to unwind THANK YOU I NEED TO SEND YOU FOREHEAD KISSES. HOW DO I SEND SOME THROUGH THE SCREEN????

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[widowbitessting]

Reader is geeting hit on and the trio is like nope she‘s our baby?

I'm gonna go ahead and merge two asks together if that's okay!💋

luckypupsmama asked: Sorry to drop another prompt on you, but what would happen if Nat, Wanda, Carol and baby go out and have to deal with a guy hitting on one or all of them

Warnings: douchy guy who gets his ass handed to him

Words: 1435 words

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“I gotta use the bathroom.” You groan, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. The extremely large - and half drunk - milkshake sits in front of you; the whipped cream being the first to go, and when you had dove head first into it, Carol had warned you to slow down. 

Obviously, you didn’t listen. Not when there was chocolaty goodness to inhale. The alcohol was an added bonus too. Which is why you probably need the toilet. You never had a good bladder when it came to drinking - MJ would constantly boo you on your nights out for breaking your pee seal first. 

Wanda blocks your exit from the booth, her milkshake still had a large dollop of whipped cream that you were eyeing; Natasha and Carol being on the opposite side of the two of you - their drinks: milkshakes also after you had demanded they get because, “Hey, it’s not everyday you get to drink alcohol in an Adult Milkshake Bar; I refuse for you to order boring wine!” - near enough going untouched. You eye their whipped cream too. 

“I told you to slow down, kitten.” Carol smirks at you. “Do you want one of us to come with you? It’s getting pretty busy in here.”

You glance around before shaking your head. 

“I’ll be fine. Plus there’s an arcade I kinda wanna take a look at...” 

Wanda goes to move to let you past but feigns shock horror at your words. 

“Detka saw the games arcade, we’re never getting out.” 

“I’m offended you didn’t think I’d Google this place the second you told me where we were going, Wands.” 

Wanda can only laugh as she pulls you closer for a kiss. 

“You have fifteen minutes, kotenok.” She says, licking your bottom lip. “If you’re not back by then I’m sending in the big dogs.” 

You follow her glance to Natasha and Carol, who smile and wave sweetly at you. 

“Tick tock, baby. Get going.” Natasha says, eyes following you as you slip out of the booth. You jump when Wanda smacks your ass as you pass her, sticking her tongue out at you when you shoot her a playful glare. 

“See you in a minute! Time me!” 

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In your defence, you were on your way back in record time, being a good girl and taking the long way to avoid the games arcade...but...you stupidly risk a glance at the shining lights and theatrical music and well; you decide to use your fifteen minutes of play time wisely. You’re quick to make a beeline for the brightly lit stairs, eyes instantly finding your girlfriends in your booth, talking to one another. One of them makes Wanda laugh and you can hear it from where you are, and it makes you pause on the steps to watch them. 

You are the literal definition of a love sick puppy, especially when you see Wanda scoop her whipped cream with her straw and put it into your glass.

“Awww.”

Natasha shifts in her seat and just before her eyes spot you on the stairs, you run off to the next floor giggling.

Five minutes later and you’re carrying your cup of quarters and a small bunch of candy in your hands - your first little win; taking your time to check out the different games. 

You’re sucking on a lollypop when you see it.

The claw machine. Or to be more specific, the prize you could win. 

A Cookie Monster plushie.

You’re far too enthralled by the need to win the prize to notice the man lurking behind you, watching you with a smug smile.

He leans against the ‘closed’ Pac-Man machine and watches as you waste most of your quarters. When you let out a frustrated “Fuck!” he moves closer until he is leaning on the side of your claw machine. 

“Looks like you could use some help.”

You barley even shoot him a glance as you deposit another quarter. 

“No thanks, I’m good.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, taking a step closer. “I’d hate to see a pretty thing waste her money. I like to think I’m a claw machine expert.” 

You roll your eyes and watch the claw reach down again, nervously sucking on your lollypop, as it grasps the cuddly toy for a second before it drops it. 

“I’m fine, honest.” 

“Come on now...I’d make it cute...we’d have a Ghost moment and I’d win you that toy and then as a thank you, we’d get drinks and then I’d get my happy ending.” 

You ignore him and try again. This time the claw actually grabs the toy and lifts it from the pack. You grin, watching it, but just as it’s about to be released into the chute, the claw just stops, leaving your prize dangling there. 

You glare at it. 

“For fuck sake.”

“Whaddya say?” The man presses. 

“You know -” You stop when you finally look at him and snort. “Gross, dude, you’re old enough to be my dad.” 

“Into older men are we?” He steps into your personal space and reeks of alcohol. 

“Older women, yes.” You say. “You? No.”

“Oh that’s hot. Do you fancy a threesome? I’d love to see two chicks bone. That would be hot!” 

“No, thanks. My girlfriends are pretty territorial.” 

“Girlfriends?” He grins. “Jackpot! Are they as sexy as you?” 

“Listen, I’m really not interested. Just back off, yeah?” 

He tuts, rolling his eyes. 

“God it’s a shame. Losing another hot one to the dykes.” He tries to tuck some hair behind your ear but you slap his hand away, offended. “Your lips are perfect for sucking dick - have you ever tried it before?” 

“Yeah your mom’s. Back up!” 

“You heard the woman,” Natasha’s voice comes from behind you, immediately causing you to grin. “Back up. Now.” 

“This one of your girlfriends?” 

Natasha wraps her arm around you as Wanda and Carol appear by your side too. They’re holding hands, glowering at the drunken fool before you. 

“No way, there’s four of you!” 

“Leave. Now.” Wanda growls, taking a step towards him. He looks at her before pulling a face. 

“Nah, you’re not my type. Neither is your blonde bimbo here. Red head here I could do with a bag on your head but you...” He motions at you. “Innocence is such a turn on.” 

The man stupidly tries to tap your nose and before he can make another comment, you slap him hard across the face. Fuck, does it hurt, your hand stings at the impact and you’re far too distracted to notice the man reeling his own hand back to hit you. 

Only, Natasha moves faster; catching his wrist in her hand. She grips tightly, causing him to squeal in pain before kneeing him in the groin, flooring him. 

“We will not ask again; leave and stop harassing what is ours.” Natasha growls. 

He struggles to his feet, wincing and holding his manhood.

“Stupid...fucks!” 

Carol quietly advances on him, glowering at him with such an intensity that has him scarpering away in terror; finally leaving you with your girlfriends. 

You sag into Natasha. 

“Thank you so much.” 

She turns to you, eyes raking over your body, checking for injuries. 

“Did he hurt you?” Wanda asks. 

“Did he touch you?” Carol asks.

“I swear to God if he did I’ll castrate him in the parking lot.” Natasha growls. 

“No, no I’m fine.” You look at the three women individually. “I’m okay.”

You stroke Wanda’s cheek before kissing her delicately. 

“There’s one of my heroes,” you whisper. 

You stroke Carol’s cheek neck and bring her lips down to yours.

“There’s my next hero...” 

You hold Natasha’s face in both your hands. 

“There’s my final hero.”

You kiss Natasha and gasp when she slams you back, hitting the claw machine behind you. You’re quick to pull away when you hear the familiar dull thud of a prize landing in the chute.

“Oh my God!” 

You spin and grab the toy, excitedly showing your perplexed girlfriends.

“Is that the Cookie Monster?” Wanda asks. 

“Mhmm!” Is all you can say before blushing furiously. 

Natasha takes it from you, grinning. 

“I’ll forever be quite partial to this thing now because of you.” 

More kisses are shared and Wanda ends up hugging the stuffed toy to her chest. 

“Wanna go home?” Carol asks, lips finding your neck.

“Yes please.” You gasp out when Natasha’s knee presses between your legs. 

“Good.” Wanda says, licking the shell of your ear. “Because we’ve asked for a takeaway container of whipped cream and we intend on using it...” 

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[miracles-and-butterflies]

Encanto Ride the Cyclone AU.

For @glowing-celesticpetals, based on the prompt: “maybe something about Antonio or Bruno in the Ride the Cyclone Au?”

This is the last you’ll see of the living side; the family grieving the loss of the four children.

Comments are always appreciated.

Warning, sensitive topics ahead: character death.

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Just Another Tragic Fact

Bruno sighed to himself.

The four gravestones, all lined up, layered in a variety of plants - Isabela would have hated it if it was all just flowers.

Here lies

Luisa Amalia Rojas Madrigal

14th November 1930 - 14th September 1951

Beloved daughter and sister.

Here lies

Camilo Valentino Estrada Madrigal

28th December 1934 - 14th September 1951

Beloved son and brother.

Here lies

Isabela Cristina Rojas Madrigal

7th August 1928 - 14th September 1951

Beloved daughter and sister.

Here lies

Dolores Victoria Estrada Madrigal

31st August 1928 - 14th September 1951

Beloved daughter, sister and partner.

Seeing it makes it real.

Not that it didn’t feel real watching the crash and seeing their dead bodies be pulled from the wreckage.

The funeral had came and went.

The loss of the children, who had been dubbed ‘Encanto’s Four Saints’, had impacted the town itself. Everyone was draped in mourning garb and music and laughter almost vanished from the streets.

But, of course, it brought the most impact to the Madrigals themselves.

“I’m sorry,” Bruno says to them.

It’s a relatively bright and dry afternoon - considering Encanto has been living in a constant storm since the Cyclone accident.

Pepa must be asleep. She’s done a lot more of that recently.

He doesn’t blame her.

“I should have seen… I should have been able to warn you. Then maybe you’d still be…” he sighs, breaking into tears again.

“Tío Bruno?”

He sniffles. “Hey, Toñito.”

“What are you doing?”

“I thought I’d just come to see them. It’s a nice day.”

“You don’t have to say ‘sorry’. You couldn’t have known what would happen at the fair.”

“No, you all couldn't have known. This is my gift. This is what I’m for. But… I didn’t even think to look and now it’s my fault they’re gone.”

“Still. You can’t blame yourself.”

Tight arms fasten around him.

Bruno accepts the hug.

It probably should be the other way around, it’s not him who has lost his siblings and cousins.

~~~~~~

Antonio doesn’t quite process that they are gone.

He knows they are dead, but… their family has a miracle, why wouldn’t it bring them back?

When a bunch of baby capybaras are born the following week, he names them after his siblings and cousins.

The quietest capybara he names Lola. She was the oldest of the four. She’s always hiding behind his legs. She insists she be carried up and down the stairs. He finds a pinkish red ribbon in Mirabel’s room that he asks his Mama to tie in a bow for Lola.

Next came Luis. He was the biggest of the litter, so Antonio didn’t need to mark him to tell him apart. Luis was more like a playful puppy than anything else, frequently managing to sneak out of Antonio’s room to wander around Casita in search of belly rubs.

Then there was Belita, or Bela, depending on whether or not Antonio was telling her off. Like her mother, Chispi, she was very confident and snarky. However, lacked her mother’s chill. She was full of energy - if Antonio didn’t put her to bed with her siblings, he would be sure she never slept.

And lastly there was Milo, possibly Antonio’s favourite but don’t tell the others. Getting his brother’s name, he was exactly like him. Mischievous, loves food, and maybe a little too dramatic. Milo was good at making him laugh and, after everything, that is what he needed.

He assembles them all before bed, so that when Mama or Papa or both of them come to read his story, they are there too.

Abuela would happily spend time babysitting the four of them while Antonio was at school.

If they came into the kitchen, Tía Julieta would offer them scraps or spare food they could eat.

Tío Agustín had built a little wooden cart that Antonio could pull them around in.

Tío Bruno pretty much adopted them alongside his many rats, as the best pets/children ever.

It was another week later that Antonio got an idea.

“What are you doing, mijo?” His mother asked one day. It was just before dinner - table already set up, but nobody had called them to eat.

Then she noticed the extra chairs and plates that had been added to the table. And Antonio having placed each capybara on their namesake’s chair, which was stacked with pillows, so their heads just about reached the table.

“I thought they could join us for dinner!” He offered. “And Chispi is here too to watch them. I got her a spare chair all by myself.”

Pepa didn’t know what to say. “Is your Abuela okay with this?”

“Why wouldn’t she be? She loves them. I saw her cuddling Milo and Lola when I came home today. I think she likes them more than Tío Bruno’s rats.” He informed, happily.

“Well, but, you know what Tía Julieta is like with animals at the table,” Pepa tried again.

“I don’t think she’ll mind. It’s like having the family back together!”

Thunder rumbled.

“I was meant to ask Bruno something,” she excused herself, brushing through her braid as she walked off.

Antonio stood in silence.

He glances at Chispi, “Did I do something wrong?”

~~~~~~

It’s a silent night.

They are slowly coming out of mourning and adjusting back to normality.

Starting to work again.

The colours of black and dark blue and dark grey begin to fade away.

The eternal storm that Encanto has been wrapped in since September is slowly breaking away. Now it is just occasional spells of heavy rain and sleet.

Antonio has long since been put to bed, with the four capybaras.

The rest of the adults stay up.

What once would have been a night of some wine, a few cards games, music and laughter, is now just a solemn conversation in the candlelight.

They ‘um’ and ‘ah’ over what could have been.

Where and what the children are doing, now that they are no longer among the living.

“And the other one?” Agustín dares to ask. “Did anyone ever come for her?”

“Was she at least identified?” Félix inquires.

“No.” Alma answers. “The order was given for her to be buried today.”

Pepa tugs at her hair, shivering. “I can’t imagine it. A child. Just like the rest of them. Except in an unmarked grave, and not a soul to care.”

“Her poor family,” Bruno remarks. “My sympathy is with them.”

“No.” Julieta shook her head. “To let their child go… and they don’t even care. They either didn’t care to look in the first place or they couldn't recognise their own bloody child. It’s horrible. They don’t deserve any sympathy.”

“Julieta!” Her mother and brother both exclaim, in shock at her attitude.

All the family is, but Agustín and Félix are stunned into silence (not that they find a fault in her statement, it’s just unexpected for her), and Pepa is already nodding her head in agreement.

“I agree.” She said, turning to Julieta. “If it was one of our babies, I would have known instantly. Heartless people.”

#encanto #encanto ride the cyclone au #ask me anything #bruno madrigal #antonio madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #alma madrigal #félix madrigal #agustín madrigal #pedro madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #mirabel madrigal #my writing

[bisexualfemalemess]

“Rina copied pw/rini scenes”

I’ve seen this and “Gina is like the new nini.” all over my TikTok fyp from rinis and pws and it’s simply put not true. There are parallels yes, there are some with madlyn and rina too, doesn’t mean they copied but there are huge and important differences.

Gina is canonically ambitious, her mom wants her to have a successful career. Gina canonically has always wanted to make her mark. It’s not ‘copying’ nini because she’s finally found a chance to do so. It’s not copying nini that she finally got gabriella because Gina parallels gabriella more, they’ve both moved a lot in their lives and were outsides to east high. The most important difference is that gina actually made a compromise to stay. She wanted to stay in salt lake but she also wanted to become a movie star so she found a way to be with ricky, stay in salt lake and still get this incredible opportunity. Nini didn’t make a compromise.

Rina canonically parallels Troyella with the outsider to east-high and outsider to theatre trope, except rina doesn’t need couples therapy in 15 years but you grt the jist. Ricky was extremely giddy and in love with gina for the entirety of season 4 he spent around her. Ricky was so supportive of her when she took over the role of bailey, hr decorated her trailer and recited her confession back to her when he saw that she was nervous, I don’t think he ever wrote a duet with with nini for which he provided the music and she the lyrics, and then told her that he wants to hear everything she has to say or that he never forgot a thing she said. Neither pw nor rini ever had a puppy date or secret dating trope that lasted half the season. They didn’t get a rain kiss and GINA SIGNED UP FOR THE MUSICAL BECAUSE OF RICKY. He ‘had a vibe’ and she ‘had an instinct’. Even in the final two episodes, rina get backstage and onstage kisses which neither rini nor pw got. He literally practiced his “i love you” speech to gina because he wanted it to be perfect, he didn’t for nini. One very important difference and parallel is the potential moving away, Ricky was so supportive once he found out FROM GINA’S MOTHER NONETHELESS and she wanted to tell him from the beginning once they went to meet up in the dressing room. (quinn had to ruin that.) And other that nini, who had already come back when ricky told her to stay and still made a fuzz about it, Gina wanted ricky to ask her to stay and stayed without ricky asking her. Gina never told ej that he “made her feel seen, and known, and understood.” while crying hysterically before she’s about to leave him. Another very obvious and important parallel is the i love you song and once again that was handled a million times better, Ricky was saying “i love you” first. It was not a hail mary or trying to fix what’s already broken like it was when he sang itikyk for nini where he wasn’t actually able to speak out the words. Every single line in that song was how ricky felt and how rina felt about each other. Ricky was actually able to say i love you and not even that but that he was also in love with Gina and that they’re love was forever.

Stay mad that your ship sunk but don’t make-up stuff to feel better and stop saying that sofia wylie only became the main character because olivia left. Just say you don’t want black girl representation and move on. Ricky and gina are gonna adopt a bunch of puppies and get married in 10 years no matter how many times y’all say that they copied your ships scenes and that it only happened because liv left because “their love feels a lot like high school and forever after that.”

#gina porter #hsmtmts #rina #ricky bowen #ricky x gina #anti rini #anti portwell #troyella #ranty post

[user-needs-new-hyperfixation]

Hello, can I ask what do you mean "in canon it's impossible for Sherlock to settle down with a woman"? Like, as a fan of Holmes and always read the books since middle school, I'm kinda confuse here, I don't mean anything negative. Sorry, do you think Poirot (from Agatha Christie) is also queer?

Maybe because I grew up with very religious mother and lived in anti-LGBTQ country, I'm kinda slow in picking up subtext. Like until now I'm still kinda confuse with my friend who have ships from any fandoms (but I still love to hear and read her headcanons or fics about those characters)....

I really agree with you, I've seen many Holmes' adaptations (cartoon, tv series, manga) but Yuumori is clearly the closest to Doyle's works. Do you think the mangaka also love to read Holmes' books?

Story time! (Welcome to "Hyper answers asks like an old lady going on an hour long barely-on-topic tangent at the slightest prompting.)

I totally get where you're coming from, I was raised in like...knockoff Southern Baptist churches. Growing up, homosexuality was presented to me as a sexual perversion incapable of involving real love. It's kind of silly, but it's true: a ship was a big part of changing that for me. I read Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle as a teenager, and Kurogane and Fai had something that was inescapably romantic and beautiful but never strictly sexual (tho the potential is certainly there). Between that and an online community of LGBTQ+ adults who were incredibly patient and kind towards me even when I was suuuuper ignorant, I started to open up towards queer relationships as...well, just relationships. Relationships that can encompass sex and also encompass love and friendship and communication and partnership and all those other things I'd been taught were exclusive to monogamous straight people. And then, even as terrified as I was, I was eventually able to face the fact that I'd always had crushes on girls just as often as crushes on guys. So yeah, there's a reason Kurofai is my ship of all ships, the actual One True Pairing for me. Because it cracked open a door just enough that I could slowly lever it open the rest of the way. There seem to be quite a lot of anecdotes like this: women enjoying BL/mlm ships is often seen as fetishy (which can certainly be part of it) but for some reason I can't fully articulate it also seems to sometimes be a means for girls and women to explore their own not-straightness.

ANYWAY. SHERLOCK HOLMES. Tbh I'm not gonna go too in-depth because I would bet good money that there are a bunch of scholarly articles on Holmes' queerness. People have probably done their doctorate theses on this! Much smarter and more well-read folks than I have already covered the topic. For me, it really boils down to: he never outright expresses sexual or romantic interest in anyone (we must resist the urge to assume his respect for Irene Adler is romantic just because he is a man and she is a woman). He's almost certainly on the asexual spectrum. But when he does exhibit symptoms one might associate with romantic and/or sexual interest (particularly romantic, imo), it's always towards men (usually Watson, of course). For example, notable flirt John Watson saying that Holmes blushes at his compliments the way a girl does is...suggestive.

The whole thing is complicated by Watson being (in my opinion at least) an unreliable and sometimes downright petty narrator. He keeps going on spiels about Holmes being cold and heartless, only to turn around and describe him greeting his friends warmly and being emotionally moved by music and baby-talking puppies and charming old ladies. It makes Watson sometimes come across as one of those allo people who are so unable to conceive of a life without romantic and/or sexual desire that they start dehumanizing those who don't experience it. Alternatively and maybe more charitably, he just has a big ol' crush on Holmes, is understandably alarmed by it given the time period, and gets bitchy and defensive when he feels it might not be reciprocated.

But ultimately...do I think Arthur Conan Doyle sat down at a desk in the late 19th century/early 20th century and was like "I am going to write some ace queer representation for the tumblr girlies (gn)"? Obviously not. 😅 I do think he might have set out to create a character who very deliberately did not need to have the otherwise almost obligatory straight romantic side-plot. Holmes is never in any way set up as having a life headed towards marriage and children, in spite of how typical that was for the time. The companionship he does express a need and desire for comes in the form of another man. He's "lost without [his] Boswell." He sneakily buys Watson's practice out from under him so he'll be free to move back in and go on more adventures with him. He threatens violence when Watson is hurt. Etc etc. I think it's very fair to interpret it all through a queer lens, the quibble would be more in whether that queerness ever manifests sexually.

I definitely think the Yuumori creators have not only read ACD but also other fiction based on the stories, possibly even including some very old pastiches like this one. I love how seemingly nerdy they are about it haha! The series is full of easter eggs and callouts to other Holmesian works.

As for Poirot, I know very little about the character beyond a few episodes of the show I watched as a young'un, but that is not the mustache of a straight man (I'm joking I'm joking I have absolutely no opinion on that one! 🤣)

Thanks for the ask, and for actually reading this ramble if you got this far! 😅

#acd holmes #acd canon #yuukuko no moriarty #kurofai #rambling #asks

[strlstlvr]

SUMMER TIME HIGH TIME, summer time with txt ♡

- it’s hot outside and the only thing you want to do is make memories with your favorite boy !

⋆·˚ ༘ * fluff, kinda crack lol

୨⎯ YEONJUN ⎯୧

- activity: cafe hopping and shopping!

- listen there’s nothing this man loves more than fashion and an iced americano on a hot day

- since the heat has just begun this calls for a shopping spree and he wanted to take you with him to spoil you with one as well

- “yeonjun-ah, you don’t need to do this i have my own money” “yeah but you only like to spend it on other people or our merch”

- yeah he got you with that one

- makes sure to pay attention to your body language

- ex. if you start unintentionally sighing, he’ll suggest sitting somewhere for a quick rest but if he notices your attitude completely change he’ll suggest going back home

- buys literally everything you touch with interest, defo buys something matching

- you guys leave the shopping center with so many bags in hand, yeonjun carrying them all of course

୨⎯ SOOBIN ⎯୧

- activity: ice cream date indoors!

- soobin is an introvert and any chance he gets he’s gonna stay inside, especially on a hot day

- “binnie it’s so nice outside! we should go enjoy the day!”, then he looks at you with puppy eyes “but i already set up the kitchen to look like an ice cream shop and bought a bunch of different flavors!”

- how could you say no to him?

- when you walk into the kitchen, behind the island is kai in the same outfit he wore in the loser lover mv, “hello welcome to kai’s ice cream shop! what could i get for you?”

- it takes everything in you not to laugh, the boy just looks so cute you wanna pinch his cheeks

- soobin leads you forward to look at the choices of ice cream, there are only two flavors, your favorite and his

- you both request your flavors and take your bowls to the table,, “i’m gonna leave now but let me know if you guys need anything else!” hyuka says leaving you two to yourselves

- once he’s out of view you finally let go of the laugh you’ve been holding in, “how did you convince him to do this?” “let’s just say i owe him a new plush”

୨⎯ BEOMGYU ⎯୧

- activity: late night drive singing your fave songs!

- hopping into the car with your favorite blanket in hand and beomgyu throwing the bag of snacks into your lap while climbing into the drivers seat, you settle in comfortably

-before putting the car in drive he puts on his playlist dedicated to these kinds of nights with you

- these songs range anywhere from musicals to txt’s own songs, but mainly including songs you love to hear him sing

- rolling down your windows feeling the cool summer’s eve breeze as beomgyu drives to nowhere you breathe in the feeling

- even though beomgyu is chaotic as shit moments like this with him are the ones that take away your worries and stress the most

- depending on the song, you usually don’t sing much, you’d rather listen to his calming and deep voice

- as the night progresses, you both begin to climb your sugar high and those calming moments before become the chaotic ones you’re used to

- “GYU PAY ATTENTION TO THE ROAD WERE GONNA CRASH” “IM SORRY BUT HOW COUKD YOU NOT HEAD BANG TO THIS SONG??”

୨⎯ TAEHYUN ⎯୧

- activity: swimming!

- taehyun’s favorite activity is swimming and the moment you decide to come with him he’s even more eager to get in the pool

- wether or not you decide to get in the pool, he still enjoys your company and never pressures you to get in though he will splash you here and there

- “y/n?” “sorry what?” yes, you zoned out checking him out, what else did you expect 🤷🏽‍♀️

- he reminds you of a little kid as he swims around with the biggest smile on his face

- now if you do decide to get in, he’d be so excited ready to show you any cool things he could do under water

- if the members did come along it’d be a chicken fight almost immediately, no doubt

- wether he’s on your shoulders or the other way around you guys stick together as a team to beat the other boys

- eventually the other boys get sick of the water and get out saying something about feeling like a prune

- “hey tyun, wanna play mermaids?” he does a quick sweep of the area making sure no members are near, “i’d love to play mermaids y/n”

୨⎯ HUENING KAI ⎯୧

- activity: drive in movie theater!

- kai is so bf!! the car you take is a borrowed suv and kai decorated it so aesthetically pleasing with plushies, blankets and pillows everywhere (100% looked on pinterest for inspo)

- you guys brought your own snacks and drinks and he somehow managed to hide a mini cooler in the seats????

- the movie you guys chose to watch was a horror movie so every jumpscare had kai hiding behind you

- “kai why did you choose a scary movie if you don’t like them?” “it was the only movie that looked interesting! i didn’t think it’d scare me this bad!”

- the suv is so comfortable you both actually end up falling asleep during the movie, only waking up to the sounds of the other cars starting up to leave

- “i can’t believe we slept through the movie” “i know, we should just have a sleep over in the back of the car”, that’s when you both look at eachother

- the next morning, you wake up to the rest of txt’s members knocking on the windows of the car interrogating you both as to why you fell asleep in the suv

a/n! i’m itching for summer to start where i live it’s still so cold and was literally snowing earlier this week😞😞😞

#STRLSTLVR ! - TXT<3 #txt fluff #txt fanfic #txt x reader #reader x txt #txt post #tomorrow x together #soobin x reader #soobin x y/n #choi soobin #soobin #soobin x you #yeonjun #choi yeonjun #yeonjun x y/n #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun x you #beomgyu #beomgyu x you #beomgyu x y/n #choi beomgyu #beomgyu x reader #taehyun x reader #taehyun scenarios #taehyun imagines #kang taehyun #txt taehyun #taehyun fluff #heuningkai #heuning kai x reader

[nctsplug02]

okay I have a request for an imagine if you were down to write it….. i love ur work 🥺 but i was shopping at victoria secret the other day & was looking at the lingerie, & i just imagined being there with mark & when you look at this one set for a few seconds too long he leans down & whispers something like “you want this one? you’d look so pretty. i’d eat you out for hours” & then of course you buy it in a heartbeat because ~he’ll eat u out duh~ & he takes you home & demands u put on the lingerie & he indeed eats you out. i’m so turned on for mark lmao

[4:59pm]

genre: fluff and smut

warnings: sexual touching, sexual talking, fingering, pussy eating, edging, overstimulation, pet names used: baby, babe

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it was yours and marks day off. so, as a free day, you and him decided to go to the mall. just to shop and spend money on things.

you and mark were walking past victoria secret and he noticed how you were side-eyeing the shop. “baby,” he stops which yanks your wrist as you walk ahead. “did you wanna go in there to see what you like?” you chew on your bottom lip.

“can we go in there?” you furrow your eyebrows. your eyes sparkling. “of course, baby. let’s go.” he nods his head towards the shop and leads you in.

hip-hop music was playing and a bunch of people where in the store, it was mainly women shopping alone or with their friends.

after walking for a little while, mark notices you eyeing items around. “baby,” he stops again, making you get yanked back. “i’m sorry.” he giggles softly. “do you see anything you like?” you shake your head and mark squints his eyes in a suspicious way.

“are you lying? i keep seeing your eyes eyeing things around us.” he looks down to see your feet nervously moving around. “cmon, baby. pick anything you want. i’ll pay.” you look up. pupils growing bigger by his offer.

“a—are you sure?” he chuckles softly and nods. “it’s all on me, baby. pick anything you want.” you look around then back at him. “anything?” you ask once again to make sure. “yes, anything.” he says while nodding.

he looks around and reaches for something. “go nuts.” he says handing you a bag. “what’s my limit?” you ask while looking at the small bag. “there’s no limit. again, go nuts.” god, your panties were on fire.

mark follows you like a lost puppy as you walk around again. checking for your size, picking things up and placing it in your bag.

“okay.” you sigh, stopping and turning around. this time, mark bumps into you. “i’m done.” you say holding up your bag. “okay, let’s see what you got.” you open the bag and mark takes a quick glance.

“wait,” he takes another glance before staring up at you. “babe, cmon. you can get anything.” he saw two bras and two panties. “but, i don’t wanna spend your money.” he hugs your waist.

“it’s our money, baby. my money is your money and your money is your money.” you smack his chest with a laugh and he laughs along.

“now, cmon. go pick things out— do you want me to pick some for you?” you tilt your head with a nod. “okay, give me the bag. i’ll carry it.” he takes the bag from your hold and walks around.

mark finds several sets that he imagined would look stunning on you. he finds your size and tosses them into the bag.

after mark finishes, he goes and finds you. “excuse me, excuse me.” mark says as he walks past people. his eyes brighten when seeing you standing by a mannequin that had a sexy shimmery lingerie set.

quietly, the man walks up to you and places a hand on your hip which scares you. “excuse me—? oh, mark.” you sigh into his touch.

he was focused on the diamond covered lingerie set. “god, that would look so sexy on you, baby.” he groans, reaching forward and feeling the gems on his thumb.

he looks at you with lust in his eyes. “did you want this one, baby?” you shake your head.

after all, the price was so high.

$150 for that set. no.

“no, it’s doesn’t seem so comfortable.” you sigh. “it looks kind of uncomfortable with the gems and.. yeah.” you shrug.

“baby,” he places both hands on your shoulders. “if you want it, tell me and i’ll get it for you.” you shake your head. “i’m okay, mark. i don’t want it.” he nods at your confirmation.

“can i see what you got me?” you quickly switch the subject. “mmm, you can see when we get home. it’s a surprise.” he winks and heads towards the cashier with you following.

mark pays for everything and takes you to eat once more before heading home.

“alright, baby.” mark sighs after setting all the bags into the living room. “give me a little fashion show. i was see everything you got on you.” your heart melts.

you grab your bags and you head upstairs, changing into your clothes and making some outfits out of it.

mark praised you for each outfit.

“sexy.”

“hot.”

“adorable.”

“stunning.”

“delicious looking.”

finally. it got to the lingerie sets he had picked out— you as well, but mainly mark.

“um.. i don’t know if i.. um.” you say shyly from behind mark as you walk into the living room. “what wrong, babe? wow, you look.. wow. no words can describe how sexy you look right now.” you laugh, crossing your hands over your stomach.

“don’t cover yourself, baby. you look absolutely amazing.” he winks, pulling your hands away from belly.

“it’s embarrassing.” you sneer your top lip as mark pulls you onto his lap.

“it’s not embarrassing, baby.” he rubs your belly making you giggle and smack his hand. “don’t do that. like, ever again.” mark does it again making you kick your legs in the air. “stop, mark!” you push yourself off him and back onto your feet.

“okay, i’m sorry— but i really do think that this color looks nice on you.” he says snapping the bands of your panties. “ouch.” you rub the stinging spot.

the set was a navy blue, it was lace. the bra and panty had a mini flower in the middle of it.

“but i don’t match dark colors.” mark pulls you on his lap again. “you do, baby. trust me.” he takes your jaw and moves your head until his lips land on yours.

“didnt i say in the store that i was gonna eat you out in one of your sets?” you laugh, palm on his chest. “no, you didn’t. but if that’s still up for offer— i’d like to take it.” your voice sultry as you stare into his eyes.

“oh, it definitely is.” he says pulling your panties off and then standing up with you hanging onto him like a koala. he lays you on the couch and throws the panties behind him.

“look at this pretty pussy.” he says spreading your lips and seeing several strings of wetness. “mark, t—touch me.” you mutter with your knees up to your chest. “hold on, baby. wanna take my time with you.” he says rubbing your clit slowly.

it was so painful yet so pleasuring.

“mark, please?” you beg as he stares down at your pussy with full lust.

he glares up at you and smirks, slowly dipping his head and hovering his mouth over your pussy. “mark, please?” you beg again. his hot breath fanning over your pussy.

“mark—?” you gasp and clamp your legs shut as soon as you feel his mouth attach to your pussy. mark pulls away and slams your legs open. “open at all times.” he says warning you.

he dips his head again and begins to give long strokes on your slit. “m—mark!” you whine, “don’t tease me!” you whine again making him repeat his action from before.

“mark—?!” you stop whining once he wraps his mouth over your pussy.

his tongue pushing into your hole, lapping up your juice. his mouth sucking your clit.

mark earns a whiny moan from you when he sucks on your clit. “m—mark,” you draw out his name and he groans at how his name rolls off your tongue.

you arch your back as he slides in a finger. you grind your hips and he adds another. “y—yes, mark.” you gasp, pulling his hair and yanking it.

you let a cry out when he sucks your clit again. his fingers thrusting through your hole and causing more wetness to appear. it gives mark an opportunity to lap it up, slurping up the sweetness with a groan.

“m—mark, i—im cumming—! fuck!” your legs slowly begin to tremble. mark pins your leg down, holding your leg open as he sucks harder.

“mark!” you squeal, squeezing your legs around his head when cumming on his tongue. mark takes a good few minutes to lap it all up before pulling away.

“what a sweet girl,” he sighs, licking his two fingers. “wanna taste yourself?” you shake your head, tiredly. you were dozing off until he pushes his fingers past your lips. “mmm, aren’t you so yummy?” he coos, thrusting his fingers down your throat.

“i think my baby needs to wake up.” he leans down and presses a kiss on your clit which makes you wince. you forcefully open your eyes when hearing the clinks of his belt unbuckling.

“mark?” he shushes you and stands up, yanking his pants down that pool at his ankles.

“just let me take care of you, baby.”

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Danny Rook *Supporting Character

Partner(s): None Parents: Mary Rook & Keith Rook Kids: None Siblings: None Age: 33 (2024) Birthday: 1st of August. Height: 180 cm (8.9ft) Body type: Slim but with some muscle Eye color: Light blue About: ~ Hopeless romantic. ~ Used to follow Sparkle around like a puppy. ~ Gentleman. ~ Reads a lot. ~ Studies to become an Architect. ~ Enjoys nature, but doesn't spend enough time in it. ~ Once went sailing for a year cause the girl he was hopelessly in love with moved to another city. Yes it was Sparkle. ~ Got a lot of tattoos during his time at sea, they are pretty random, and done by several aspiring tattoo artists. ~ Often dives into deep intellectual conversations, which can make him seem a bit pompous. ~ Would like a dog, but doesn't have the time. ~ Smells like old books and warm Amber. ~ Drinks green tea all day long. His favorite is Green Tea Jasmine by the British tea brand Hampstead. ~ Would love to get a bunch of kids some day. ~ Often hangs around the local library. ~ Quite private. ~ Doesn't talk much in crowds, and can come off as reserved, but really isn't. ~ Never forgets his vitamins. ~ A bit shy at times. ~ Speaks fluent French (Grandmother was French so he grew up with French speaking mother). ~ Very kind and helpful. ~ Holds a deep painful secret deep underneath that calm collected exterior. ~ Considers himself quite unlucky. ~ Loves; Snow, romance, cooking, books, reading, hiking, traveling, sailing, nature, grape fruit, clove, red wine, foot rubs, crackling fire, candle lit dinner, going to the cinema, going to the theater, fresh baked cookies, salmon, kids, dogs, green tea, cheesy movies, berries, rainy days and umbrellas, crisp morning air, vegetables, waffles, pancakes, maple syrup, French woman, French music, old records, plants, sunrise, little rustic coffee shops, and Sparkle. ~ Dresses somewhere between formal and casual. ~ Yes, he's still hopeless in love with Sparkle. Danny’s tag Danny’s house/home Danny’s moodboard Ask/answer pic:

One song to describe him: Bj Thomas - Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head Personal playlist: 1. Francoise Hardy - Le Temps De L'amour 2. Edith Piaf - La Vie En Rose 3. Brigitte Bardot - La Madrague 4. Nancy Sinatra - Bang Bang 5. Nick Drake - Things Behind The Sun 6. Cigarettes After Sex - Bubblegum 7. Marie Laforêt - Viens, Viens 8. Kitty Kallen - It's Been A Long Long Time 9. The Ronettes - Be My Baby 10. Kim Carnes - Bette Davis Eyes 11. Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons - Can't Take My Eyes Off You 12. Kitty Kallen - It's Been A Long Long Time 13. Dion - Lovers Who Wander 14. Dusty Springfield - You Don't Have To Say You Love Me 15. Lana Del Rey - Cinnamon Girl

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