#i bounce between there and Spotify

[onlykiwi]

how listening to Valentine live makes me feel

[ama-ships]

Say the word and I will Turn around and run, run, run to you Say the word and I will Turn around and run, run, run to you I try to pry my heart away It's true, your love is crazy glue So say the word and I will Turn around and run, run, run to you

[severalpossiblemusiks]

Me: *using Spotify free*

Spotify: "you get 30 minutes of uninterrupted listening after this ad"

Spotify: *plays a single 10 minutes song*

Spotify: *plays an ad*

Me:

[jackobbit]

I would trade every bone in the left half of my body to have the entirety of the OFF ost properly uploaded to Spotify

[fruk-choosing-a-username]

soundtracks from switch games not being on spotify is going to drive me actually insane

[moonlightspencie]

hands that make hell seem cold

Description: Friends to lovers, emphasis on lovers.

Pairing: James Potter x fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ only!: porn with almost no plot, p in v, brief mention of a breeding kink

Word Count: 3.2k

link to the spotify playlist

James took a deep breath, looking around his space.

He'd been cleaning all day long. Not really for any reason other than his mates coming over later that night.

He propped his hands on his hips, scrutinizing his own work for a moment.

"Good," he mumbled softly to himself, nodding as he walked back into the kitchen.

He busied himself picking up all the towels he'd used, and set a kettle on the stove for a cup of tea when he finished. He threw the towels in a hamper in the laundry room of his flat, and went back to the kitchen, waiting mindlessly on the kettle to start whistling.

Though, that's when he heard a knock on his door. He frowned a little, not expecting anyone over for another hour or two. He shuffled over to the door, opening it to see an unexpected face.

His smile grew. "Baby!"

"Hi, angel," she smiled back at him, walking past him and into his flat.

He chuckled, shutting the door, then turning to watch her take her shoes off very impatiently. He was practically bouncing by the time she finished and turned to him.

“Okay,” she opened her arms with a laugh, letting him practically tackle her.

He squeezed her into a crushing hug, knocking her off her feet, only protecting her from falling with the intensity of the embrace.

“James,” she chuckled, voice muffled by his chest. “You’re squishing me.”

“Mm,” he hummed absentmindedly, still holding her for a moment. “I missed you.”

“Me too,” she said, then kissed his shoulder once as he loosened his grip. “But you know how things are. I’ve gotta visit home sometimes. My family does like to see me on occasion, you know?”

“I know, love,” he mumbled, kissing her forehead. “But can’t they just come here instead?”

“They do on occasion. But I love being home, even if I still want to be around you more,” she winked.

James giggled, squeezing her again. “You flatter me.”

“I know. That’s kind of the point, Jamie.”

James smiled, his cheeks a little rosy as he looked at her. It had really only been a couple of weeks since she’d been around, but it felt like forever. He’d always had a soft spot for the girl, but it seemed to have intensified in the past months. Sure, they were still friends, but… there was something else there. He just didn’t want to be the first to admit it. Lately, he’d been thinking about it, though.

He sighed softly. “Uh… the boys are supposed to be over tonight.”

“Oh! Well, that’ll be fun. I’ll make sure to head out before they show up, then.” 

“What?” He furrowed his brow in question.

“I’ll… make sure I’m not interrupting–”

“You’re not!” he cut her off, shaking his head.

Her brows raised, a small chuckle leaving her lips. “You sure?”

“‘Course I am! Don’t worry about it,” he smiled, shrugging a little. “Here, let’s go sit. I wanna hear all about your trip.”

He grabbed her hand, practically dragging her behind him to the living room. She shook her head in amusement, letting him pull her along without a hint of resistance until he’d sat them both down with not a centimeter of space between them.

“How were mum and dad?”

“Good, mostly,” she replied, not batting an eye as he slung an arm around her shoulders. “Mom’s been a little under the weather, but it’s nothing she can’t handle. You held down the fort here without me, then?”

“Barely,” he feigned a pout. “Could’ve fallen apart if you were gone one more day.”

“You’re so dramatic,” she laughed, leaning into him.

“Only ‘cause I love you.”

“Mhm,” she snorted. “You’re hopeless, you know that?”

“Can’t help it.”

“You never can.”

“Yeah,” he grinned, then kissed her forehead again. “God, you got even prettier. What were they feeding you over there?”

“Nothing you’d like, I’m sure.”

He laughed. “Probably not. But seriously, love… wow.”

She snorted a laugh, looking at him curiously. “When did you become such a flirt?”

“Please, you love it,” he chuckled, then shot her a sideways glance. “You love it, right?”

“Yes, dear.”

“Good,” he breathed out, then straightened up as a terrible whistling came from the kitchen. “Shit.”

She laughed as he shot up and hustled into the kitchen, following after him and watching as he grabbed his oven mit to take the kettle off the stovetop. She leaned against the doorframe, smiling to herself as he quickly pulled down two mugs and tea bags, preparing them both. He always put the tiniest bit too much sugar in hers, but she’d never complain to him. She accepted gratefully as he put a mug in her hand.

“There you are,” he muttered, then leaned against the counter. “Almost forgot that was on the stove.”

“Almost? James, you jumped up and practically ran in here.”

“...Shut up,” he hid a smile behind his mug, trying to take a sip before quickly moving away from the steam. “Hot.”

“Yeah, you are,” she muttered, barely thinking about it as it passed her lips.

His cheeks turned pink again. “You’re bound and determined to make me blush, aren’t you?”

“You’re cute when you blush,” she grinned, poking one of his cheeks. “You know I like to tease you.”

“Yeah, I know,” he rolled his eyes in response, but there was no malice behind it. He sighed softly, then let his eyes wander back to her. “Seriously, how did you get hotter?”

“Oh, and I’m the one trying to make you blush, huh?”

He giggled again. “Maybe we’re both guilty.”

She hid a smirk, shaking her head at him again. She glanced down at her still-steaming mug, then back at his face. His wide eyes and his lip pulled between his teeth. She had decided that it was incredibly annoying how attractive he was. 

“James?”

“Yeah, love?” he responded immediately, his eyes widening in question.

She smiled again, unable to stop herself this time. “God, you’re fucking annoying. I say that with love.”

“Annoying?”

“You’re annoyingly hot.”

He looked away, his cheeks only warming further. He set his mug on the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. A move that she thought was very distracting.

“Can I ask you a question, love?” he asked after a beat.

“Of course.”

He glanced at her again. “Well… what do you think of me?”

“Huh?”

“Like… duh, we’re friends. But… like..”

“Like…?”

“Do you think we’d be, like… good together?”

She quirked a brow. “As in…?”

He groaned. “Like us. Together.”

“You mean like… together?”

“Duh.”

“I mean– Well, I haven’t… I can’t say that I’ve never thought about it,” she admitted quietly.

He sighed softly, looking at her carefully for a few moments. She looked right back, unsure what to do next after that. He wasn’t quite sure either, turning over that information in his head. She set her mug next to his on the counter, not wanting to hold it if they were going to keep standing there having that kind of conversation. He watched her as she moved closer to set her tea down, feeling a little restless as her perfume wafted up to him in a wave.

“Fuck it,” he huffed out, moving to put his hands on her cheeks, crashing his lips into hers. 

Usually, he might not be so forward. But she was so fucking tempting, it was almost a crime to not kiss her at this point. And it felt good.

She froze up at first, a bit shocked that he’d gone and kissed her. Though, it didn’t take long before she gained her senses again and kissed him back like she was born to do it. He moaned into the kiss, nipping at her lip, pulling her flush against his body with his arms wrapped around her waist.

“James…” she mumbled against him, not really for any reason other than to feel his name on her lips.

He kissed along her cheek and jaw, mumbling in her ear, “I really missed you.”

“I missed you, too,” she breathed out.

He groaned, biting her neck gently before sucking on the skin. He attached himself there until he’d left a dark mark, determined to make her remember how it felt to kiss him.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for ages,” he muttered, kissing all the way back up her neck.

“Really?”

“Yeah…” he kissed her lips again, then pulled back to look at her face. “I think… maybe for a year, now. You’re just… you know I’ve always thought you were hot.”

“I didn’t know you wanted to fuck me,” she laughed.

“Who said I did?”

She scoffed, her mouth dropping open. “You dick!”

He giggled. “Couldn’t help it. But… I definitely do. Really bad.”

She hummed, glancing down at his lips again. “So… a year, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“When did that start?”

He smirked. “When I realized my best friend was insanely hot and I was crazy to not want more. But… Well, the day we all went to the beach and I saw you in that itty bitty bikini definitely helped.”

“You perv,” she laughed, smacking his arm lightly.

“I already love your personality, what else was I supposed to say?” he defended himself with a chuckle.

“Whatever,” she snorted, pulling him back in and kissing him, much more softly this time.

He sighed against her lips, happy to finally know what she felt like in this way. He let his mouth open for her as she slid her tongue against his bottom lip, groaning into the kiss as he felt her tongue against his. He followed her lead for a moment before taking control of the kiss, backing her against the kitchen counter.

Her lower back hit the counter, and she smiled against his lips, letting him push her onto the counter. He stood between her legs, letting his hands travel up her thighs.

“What, are you gonna fuck me in the kitchen? Not super romantic, James,” she laughed.

“Mm. I’d take you anywhere. We’ll have time for romance later,” he replied easily, kissing down her neck, nipping at her collarbone.

His hands slid under her shirt, feeling her stomach. “God, you’re perfect.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I mean it,” he asserted, pushing her top up and off of her, letting it drop to the floor. He took her in with a dreamy sigh. “Wow.”

She smiled. “It’s not that special.”

“Says you,” he glanced at her, scrunching up his face in distaste at her blase attitude about her body. His hands wandered over her skin, feeling her tummy, her ribs, her breasts. “You’re a damn angel, love.”

“You’re sweet.”

He hummed, tugging off his own shirt before going back to just feeling her. After a few moments, he couldn’t handle not seeing more of her. He let his hands wander again, reaching around her back to pull off that pesky bra. He let that drop onto the slowly growing pile of clothes on the ground. He reached up again, experimentally squeezing her breasts, feeling himself grow painfully hard against his jeans.

“See? This is all I could think about when you were in that stupid, gorgeous bikini of yours, love. And I was right. You’re incredible underneath it all,” he mumbled, locked in on feeling her chest. 

His mouth watered at the sight of her, topless on his kitchen counter. His pretty best friend perched up there just for him to see and feel. He started kissing down her chest, stopping at one of her nipples, his tongue swirling around the swollen bud before he sucked it gently into his mouth.

She let out a small, breathy sound as she watched him with his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure from sucking on her. He looked so pretty and desperate like that. She ran a hand up his arm, tangling her hand in his hair. 

“God, you’re eager,” she breathed out, a small laugh passing her lips.

“You’re fucking sexy’s why,” he mumbled against her skin, moving his lips to the other breast.

She sighed, her eyes fluttering shut from pleasure as he kissed and sucked at her tits, gently groping one with his hand as his mouth worked over the other. He slowly started moving his lips down, kissing along her ribs and stomach.

“You’d look real pretty pregnant, you know? I’ve thought about that a few times,” he mumbled, nipping the skin of her stomach.

“James…” she groaned.

“Sorry love. Can’t help myself,” he apologized, though they both knew he didn’t mean it. “Just wanna make you mine, ya’ know? Plus, we’d have pretty babies.”

He smiled again as another sound left her lips, his hands working to tug off her pants. He pulled them down her legs, kissing back up her leg once he’d dropped the pants on the floor.

“As much as I’d love to taste you, doll, I think that might have to wait. If I start, I won't be able to stop,” he said softly, kissing up her thigh. “You even smell perfect.”

“God, James. You’re such a slut,” she smirked a little.

“Only for you, baby,” he said, his dimple poking in his cheek as he stood straight.

He cradled her head in his hands, looking over her face for a moment before he leaned in to kiss her again, his lips moving soft and slow over hers. She held onto his biceps as he kissed her, feeling them move and flex under her palms as he dropped his hands to start pulling off her panties. He did it slowly, teasingly, until he’d pulled them off her legs entirely, letting them fall to the ground. He pulled back from the kiss, looking over her bare body.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he whispered, eyes trailing over her. “Pretty girl. I love you.”

She smiled. “I love you, too, Jamie.”

He kissed her again through a grin. “You’re the best friend ever, too. For the record.”

“I better be after this,” she laughed.

He chuckled along with her, pulling his pants and boxers down in one go. She let out a small noise of satisfaction, seeing him all naked and beautiful.

“God damn, James. No wonder the girls like you so much.”

He giggled at that. “I always thought it was my personality.”

“Sure,” she teased, pulling him in for another kiss.

He groaned into it, his hands wandering up and down over her body, feeling her soft curves under his skin. He let one of his hands reach down, slowly stroking his leaky cock, stepping closer to the apex of her thighs. 

“Is this okay?” he whispered against her lips.

“Yeah. Please,” she nodded, breathing him in.

He shuddered, dragging himself along her slit before pressing at her entrance. He whined softly, barely pushing in.

“God…” he breathed out desperately, pressing his forehead against hers. He moaned softly, pulling a similar sound from her lips as he pushed into her, letting her heat envelop him. “You feel so good, love.”

“Yeah,” she groaned, her arms around his shoulders.

He pushed himself in all the way, a soft needy sound coming from him as he stilled for a moment before pulling out and repeating that motion slowly. They breathed each others’ air as James pushed his hips into hers slowly, almost teasingly, getting used to how she felt around him. He’d dreamed of fucking her a million times before, but there was nothing that could prepare him for how she really felt.

She dropped her head in his neck, feeling impossibly full. He wasn’t the biggest she’d ever seen in her life, but fuck if he didn’t feel like it. Not to mention the fact that his cock was gorgeous, and the mere thought of it dragging in and out of her had her feeling dizzy.

“Fuck, love,” he moaned, suddenly pulling her off the counter. “I need more.”

She chuckled breathily, though she whined softly as he pulled out.

“Wha–”

“Shhh…” he shook his head, spinning her around and bending her over the kitchen counter.

She let out a shuddering breath, a grin on her face as her breasts hit the cold counter, his hand pressing down on her lower back. He pushed back into her immediately with an animalistic grunt, picking up the pace immediately.

“You’re perfect,” he grit out, gripping her hips with one hand, pushing down on her back with the other. “Feel so perfect around me, baby.”

“Yes,” she moaned, her voice broken and needy as she pressed her hands against the counter, unable to do anything else.

He pounded into her, her hips hitting the edge of the counter with every thrust. Usually, he’d care much more about her safety and comfort, but he couldn’t bring himself to care with the sweet sounds she made for him every time his hips snapped against her ass. 

“James,” she said, her voice whiny.

“Yeah, babe?”

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum.”

“Already?” he smirked, pounding into her harder.

She merely moaned in response, her eyes fluttering shut again as he moved one of his hands around her neck. He didn’t put any pressure on her, but it forced her to arch her back more, letting him hit a slightly different angle.

“God, Jamie…” she whimpered, her body suddenly convulsing, pulsing around him without warning.

He groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as he fucked her through it, loving the way she felt squeezing him like that. 

“Shit, baby,” he said through a gasp, his hips beginning to stutter in their movements.

He let her drop against the counter again, gripping onto her hips with both hands, pulling her back against him with every thrust. He lost himself in pleasure, pushing himself into her with vigor until he couldn’t hold back anymore. He pulled out of her cunt, using his hand to stroke himself a few times before he was finishing on her ass, watching thick ropes of his cum cover her skin. He barely held himself upright as he watched it happen, breathing heavy from the effort until he was completely spent.

He braced himself on the counter with both hands. “Fuck, baby.”

She laughed softly through a whimper. “Y-yeah. Fuck.”

“You’re… God damn, love. You’re perfect,” he smiled to himself, catching his breath as he looked down at her body again. “Never thought I’d get to see you like this. All covered in my cum.”

“Yeah,” she breathed out, chuckling quietly. “But… maybe get me a towel? It’s starting to get cold.”

“Gross,” he snorted a laugh, moving to get a towel from one of the cabinets in the kitchen, dampening it with warm water. “Good thing we’re in the kitchen. Easy to clean up.”

“I guess,” she laughed as he wiped her clean of his seed. “Maybe next time you can just cum in me.”

He paused, his eyes widening. “Seriously?”

“Yeah,” she nodded easily.

“Shit, you’re sexy,” he mumbled, finishing cleaning her off. “Okay, love. All clean.”

“Thanks,” she said, standing straight.

They looked at one another for a moment, both quite satisfied with what they’d done, before she started picking up her clothes.

“So… the boys will be here soon, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he answered, laughing a little at her switch in topic. “Yeah, they will.”

“How long?”

He shrugged. “Maybe an hour.”

She nodded, pulling on her panties. “How long are they staying?”

“Until dinner time, I suppose.”

“Cool…” she nodded with feigned nonchalance.

He smiled a bit, looking at her with a raised brow. “What have you got planned?”

“With you? Everything,” she smirked.

[springtyme]

𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬, 𝐆𝐨𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐰 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐭 ♡

Joel Miller x fem!reader || Main masterlist || Spotify

summary: You, Sarah and Joel spends a lovely day together and get ready for your first Halloween as a family.

word count: 1.3k

tags: No/pre outbreak. Stepmom!reader. Pre outbreak Joel is so special to me. Can be read as either game version or hbo version, depending on preference.

𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞: 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟑) 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

The sun hangs high in the sky over Austin, its gentle warmth spilling over the neighborhood. It is one of those perfect October afternoons, where the weather is a perfect blend of mild breezes and golden Texan sunlight, casting dappled shadows on the ground with the distant hum of lawnmowers and kids playing in the streets. You stand in the backyard of the Miller house, a glass of lemonade in your hand, while Joel and Sarah work on a makeshift soccer goal.

“Dad, can you pass me the other chair?” Sarah chirps, her voice light and playful.

Joel grunts in response, stepping away from the task at hand to grab the lawn chair propped against the fence. You chuckle at the sight of him, brow furrowed in concentration.

“Here you go, baby girl,” Joel says, handing the chair to Sarah, who expertly balances it on one leg before planting it firmly into the ground.

“Thanks, old man,” she teases, a grin lighting up her face. Joel rolls his eyes but can’t hide the smile creeping onto his lips.

As Sarah sets up the chairs, you feel a sense of warmth watching the dynamic between father and daughter. It is a sunny day filled with simplicity, laughter, and unbreakable bonds—the kind of day that will later be sweetly remembered.

Joel turns his focus back to you, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. “You wanna give it a try?” he asks, motioning toward the soccer ball resting on the grass.

You laugh, shaking your head. “You really think I can keep up with you two?”

“C’mon, don’t sell yourself short.” 

“Yeah, don’t sell yourself short!” Sarah echoes her father’s words encouragingly, bouncing on her toes and looking at you with wide, eager eyes. There is no way you can deny her anything. 

With the competition beckoning, you take a deep breath and step forward, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. Joel flicks an eyebrow at you, setting the stage for the light-hearted battle to come. He isn’t one to let things go easy—at least, not without a little teasing.

“Alright, but fair warning: I’m ruthless,” you joke, taking a position on the makeshift field.

The three of you begin a small-scale game of soccer, the energy infectious. Joel’s competitive spirit shines through as he expertly weaves between you and Sarah, showcasing the skills that come from years of hard labor and resilience. Laughter erupts as the inevitable trips and fumbles play on repeat, each mistake accompanied by an exaggerated fall or mock pleas for mercy.

You can hear the bell of the ice cream truck echoing throughout the neighborhood, which prompts a perfect pause in your game.

“Okay, okay! Time out!” Joel calls, raising his hands in surrender. “How about we take an ice cream break, and then we can get those decorations up after?”

Sarah’s eyes light up at the mention of ice cream and halloween decor, her previous determination momentarily forgotten. “Yes! I want a rainbow sherbet!” she chirps, hopping on her toes.

You and Joel exchange amused glances, both knowing how quickly she can switch from athlete to ice cream enthusiast. Joel dusts off his hands, feigning exhaustion. “A rainbow sherbet, huh?” he mumbles, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

With a triumphant grin, Sarah races ahead, her bare feet barely making a sound on the grass as she darts towards the street where the sound of the ice cream truck continues to ring out like a siren call. You and Joel follow at a more measured pace, your laughter trailing behind.

After your sweet treat, the three of you make your way back to the house, invigorated by the sugar rush. Sarah’s pink-stained grin is a testament to her delight, while Joel can’t help but tease her about the sticky evidence on her face. “Looks like someone went a little heavy on the sherbet,” he laughs, knowing full well that Sarah is a mix of sweet and mischievous.

“Hey! It’s called enjoying life!” she defends, puffing up her chest like a little warrior. She marches ahead with exaggerated bravado, her arms swinging confidently earning a heartfelt laugh from both you and Joel. 

As you enter the Miller house, the air is filled with the warm, sweet scent of cinnamon and apples from the kitchen. The sun, now starting to descend, casts a cozy glow through the windows, beckoning the impending festivities of Halloween. Sarah, filled with energy, bounces around the living room, her brows furrowed in deep concentration as she speaks about the decorations still waiting to be hung.

“Let’s make this place the spookiest on the block! I want ghosts hanging from the trees, cobwebs everywhere, and definitely the best pumpkins! We have to go to the pumpkin patch soon and get the biggest one they have,” she exclaims, her excitement palpable.

“Right, right, the bigger the better,” Joel chuckles and begins pulling out boxes from the storage closet, each labeled with scribbled black letters saying ‘Halloween.’

“Alright, let’s see what we’ve got here,” he says, dumping the contents of the boxes onto the living room floor. A whirlwind of colors emerges: orange and black streamers, plastic spiders, strings of twinkling lights, and various types of skeletons, witches and pumpkins. 

You can’t help but smile at the chaos as Sarah jumps into the pile of decorations, her laughter combining with Joel’s lighthearted comments. It feels like moments stretch into eternity, wrapped in joy and the love of family. There’s something so enchanting about the very air around you, thick with the scent of impending Halloween mingled with the faint sweetness of the ice cream still lingering on your tongue.

In the midst of Sarah’s enthusiastic chatter and Joel’s playful teasing, you catch him glancing your way, a soft glimmer of warmth in his eyes. As Sarah busies herself collecting decor items, sprinkling them throughout the room, you and Joel find yourselves sharing a fleeting moment of quiet intimacy. The world outside fades, and it’s just the two of you in this tiny cozy haven.

“You know,” he starts, his voice low, “you’re pretty good at this whole family thing.”

You laugh softly, feeling heat rise in your cheeks. “It’s pretty easy when it is with you two.”

He smirks, a soft look in his eyes as he steps just a bit closer, the playful teasing on his lips giving way to something deeper.

You take the opportunity to step closer too, feeling the familiar spark between you. He catches your eye and, when Sarah isn’t looking, you share a silent moment—a dance of emotions passing quickly yet deliberately. It feels like the world has shrunk to just the two of you, even amidst the flurry of twinkling lights and glittering ghost decorations.

Unable to resist, Joel leans in, and before you can register it fully, he steals a delicate kiss, soft and sweet. It feels as natural as breathing. The surprise of the moment dances like fireworks in your chest, filling you with delight.But just as quickly as it began, the spell is broken by Sarah’s enthusiastic shout from across the room. “Hey! Are you two going to help or just stand there looking goofy?”

You both turn to her, laughter spilling out unexpectedly as you playfully adopt exaggerated guilty expressions. “We were just… plotting the next decoration strategy!” you say, your voice teasing.

“Yeah, that!” Joel jumps in, shooting you a conspiratorial grin, the moment still tingling in the air between you.

As you join Sarah on the living room floor, the warmth of the afternoon continues to wrap around you, a tapestry of laughter, love, and little moments that turn into cherished memories. The sun casts its final golden rays through the window, washing everything in a gentle glow.

[dwaekkicidal]

Hii 🫶🏻

First off: I have to tell you your Han series has me in a chokehold I CAN NOT get over it! 😍😍 it just hit all the right spots 😍😫

I don’t know if your request are open but if they are could I request with Han and female reader where Han is jealous/possessive of his girlfriend? Maybe because she is still in the same friend group with her ex or if you prefer give it any other motivation. It can be either swf or nswf, do as you prefer really (but if it is nswf could you make the reader to have a big breast and Han with a 🍒fixation maybe?)

Anyway I love you blog! Have a nice day! 🫶🏻😘

me when i get to self insert myself into a fic cause i have big boobies😼 ALSO TY ASDHJKASDJK i kept feeling really insecure about that series but its getting so much love :''))) im happy you are enjoying it as well as my blog <3

Cherries

˚ʚHan Jisung x fem!Readerɞ˚

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: 1.8k

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: fem!reader, reader has big boobs but no other physical features described, ex has they/them pronouns, kinda out of character ji?, exhibitionism, nipple play, brief mentions of p in v

DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!

Han’s eyes were narrowed, so sharp that you could cut diamonds with it. He watched intently as you conversed casually with your friend group. It’s not something he thought he would ever see himself getting genuinely mad over, but the familiar face in the crowd made his blood boil.  Had this exact situation taken place more than a year ago, Jisung would have been an anxious mess. Probably would be fiddling with his jacket’s sleeves and restlessly bouncing his leg while his mind went to the worst places possible. But now, after dating you for over 2 years, he was more confident in himself.

Don’t be fooled! He still gets jealous easily. Very easily… but it doesn’t make him as angsty as it used to. Nowadays all he feels is anger. The only thoughts that fill his mind are ones along the lines of “How dare that person talk to my girlfriend like that. Who do they think they are?” while strangers blatantly flirted with you, and he would make fun of them with words like “Did you see their face when you rejected them?? Fucking loser lol” when you would make a face and deny them before running back into his arms.

But those were with strangers. Not with your stupid ex. The same ex who made you hesitant going into this relationship with Han in the first place. And the same ex that managed to snake their way back into your friend group. While his thoughts were about the same, Han wasn’t very keen on taking his eyes off of them. The trust was still there with you, but he knew better than to trust your ex. The slimy, sugar-coated lies they told the group wouldn’t work on him. 

A hand being placed on his shoulder cut him from his thoughts. He was in full fight mode and completely missed the way you walked up to where he was on the couch. The game room the group had rented out for a few hours was filled with their booming voices and a random playlist off of somebody's Spotify. Some people were playing pool while the others stood nearby to watch and instigate mini brawls here and there. He was the only one who idly sat on the couch, drink in hand.

You knew he was in guard dog mode because of your ex’s presence so you made sure to break your attention from the group regularly to check up on him. Only this time he accidentally ignored you, so you made your way towards him. “You okay, Ji?” You smiled sideways and tilted your head, stealing a sip from his soda and settling yourself between his legs. Immediately all the anger drained from his body and he smiled up at you. His hands wrapped around your waist and he sat up, pulling you closer as he nodded.

“Yeah... Sorry haha.” You smiled sweetly and placed his cup on the coffee table, wrapping your arms around his neck once the cup was safely set down. “It’s okay, I know the situation is a little uncomfortable.” You whisper and tighten your hold around him, squeezing him lovingly and giggling to yourself when he rests his cheek against your chest. He grins like an idiot at his personal pillow and shoves his face harder until you eventually get red in the face and push him back. “Hey now… We’re still in public.”

“That can change. Let’s go home right now and I’ll show you a good time?” He smirks and pulls you closer. His chin rests against the top of your chest and he looks up at you with puppy eyes and his signature pout. “C’monn… I’ve been good all day.” His hands drop down to your hips, digging his fingers into them as his voice drops an octave, “‘Promise to show you a good time. You know Hannie always takes care of his baby-”

Your name gets called and the both of you jump. You chuckle and turn in his grasp, now standing sideways to respond to the person. He let his eyes return to your group, simply curious about who you interrupted his begging but was made even angrier by the expression that painted your ex’s face. They were frowning deeply behind their drink and glaring at the two of you, obviously wired up about his hands that were wrapped around you. Han stared back with the same fire, knowing all too well what the other person wanted. But then he smiled to himself.

As you casually chatted with your friend, Han let his hand fall down to your waist. He did it at an angle that only showed it off to your ex, making them watch as his hand slipped under your shirt. The fabric bulged out as he grabbed a handful of your tits, kneading the flesh there as they held eye contact. Eye contact that was held as he leaned in, hiding his face from everybody else as he wrapped his lips around your clothed nipple. He made a show of even sticking his tongue out and licking your nipple over your shirt while his other hand continued to squeeze the other boob from, what seemed like, the inside of your bra

Han’s ego inflated to the size of the sun as he watched your ex’s jaw drop. Their eyes went up to your face and, besides the blush that covered it, there wasn’t a single reaction. You were so used to it that the obscene action didn’t even make you flinch. Which only pissed your ex off more. They huffed and shook their head, walking to the door and mumbling something along the lines of ‘Fuck this.’ While everybody’s attention turned to the first person to leave the function, you turned to your boyfriend and shook your head at him. “Really? All that about behaving too.”

“Not my fault their edgy ass didn't like it. I licked it so it’s mine.” You laughed and parted from your boyfriend, returning back to the pool table. After that, it didn’t take long for everybody to separate. The people who didn’t have the balls to be the first to leave shortly made their way out after your ex did. Your boyfriend was one of them as well and quickly made it obvious to you that he genuinely wanted to leave soon, so you both bid your farewells and made your way outside.

The second your food hit the concrete, Jisung dragged you to the nearest empty alleyway. One that, if the sun wasn’t already set, would have been very easy to look down and see the two of you. Alas, your boyfriend did not have a single care about that. If anything, the thought of somebody seeing you only egged him on.

Han shoves you into the brick wall, slamming his lips against yours and running his hands all over your body. They started at your thighs, where he squeezed the flesh of your thighs before sliding up to your hips and doing the same. Then his hands rested at your hips for a moment. He was too distracted pushing his tongue past your lips to continue on with his expedition. Once you both found a comfortable rhythm and your hands ran up his arms, he started moving again.

This time he slowly ghosted his hands up your stomach and stopped at your chest where he squeezed your boobs tightly. Then he pulls away from your lips, smirking at you and pecking your cheek before dipping his head down. You feel his lips against your neck and you moan quietly before rolling your neck to the side, giving him more space to work with. He doesn't linger there for long though. As much as your boyfriend loves marking you up, he only leaves a single one to your neck before he dips even lower.

He leaves a trail of kisses on his way to your boobs and, before you have the chance to react or push him away, his hands tug your shirt up to your neck. “Ji- Wait until we get home, baby. We shouldn’t do this he-” He cuts you off by nibbling your right nipple through your bra. His other hand slides under the bottom hem of your bra, grabbing a handful of your boob and rubbing that nipple between his middle knuckles. You moan loudly and tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging it in hopes that he would pull away but also stop and just take you to do this at home.

He moans against your clothed nipple and licks it seductively through the fabric, looking up at you with those brown boba eyes. Despite his lack of words, you already know what those pretty eyes want. You bite your lip and nervously look towards the entrance of the alley, watching as cars dart back and forth. But no people. “F-Fuck. Fine. But make it quick!” He smiles widely against you and nods.

His head pulls away from you for a moment, only to allow him to reach around and undo your bra. He doesn’t even bother taking it off of you, he just pushes it up with your shirt and dives back in. “Mine.” A loud moan leaves your lips as he suddenly bites the side of your tit, then he apologetically licks over his teeth marks. “Yours.” He smiles and grabs both of your boobs, fondling them as he alternates his attention to each nipple.

“God. I fucking love your tits, Jagi. And they’re all mine, right?” You nod and throw your head back as you moan, gripping his strands even tighter than before. He moans and bucks his hips into the air. “Answer me.” One of his hands moves down to your thighs and slides up under your skirt. It dips deeper, rubbing your clit through the fabric of your panties before wrapping around behind you and grabbing a handful of your ass cheek. “Jagiya… Say. It. A-gain.” He lands a sloppy slap to your ass with each word, smiling into your boob when your legs clench together.

“‘M yours, Ji! Please, babyy~” He wastes no time after that, pulling his pants and boxers down just enough for his dick to poke out. The hand that was on your ass pumps his dick a few times as his other pushes your leg up, holding it up and giving him space to fuck into you. His mouth finally releases your nipple in favor of poking his tongue out the corner of his mouth as he pushes in. Both of you moan at the feeling and lock eyes for a moment before he leans in and pushes his lips against yours.

He pulls away and leans down again, wrapping his lips around your neglected nipple. Then he tests the water with slow thrusts. Ones that speed up rather fast once he realizes how deep he can go in this position. The grip he has on your hips is bruising as he starts to slam his hips into yours.

“Mine. All fucking mine.”

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hi, hello - my name is sara and i write depraved things about pedro pascal characters. i'm not super into writing one-shots (love reading them tho) so all my stories are in series format. my DMs are always open, i love talking fics, pedro, tlou, narcos, and anything at all regarding men old enough to be my father.

happy reading, i appreciate you all tremendously <3

To the Light [ joel miller ]

"He was such a greedy fuck, when had that happened? What was it about her that had turned him into this… desperate, frenzied, fucking insatiable man that had stooped to the point of planning his entire day around getting a glimpse of her. It wasn’t just one thing, he knew that, rather it was an amalgamation of everything about her, everything he could see, everything he knew, and the large cavern of things he didn’t know, but wanted to so badly it ate away at him, like a virus, like fucking cordyceps, surging through his body and altering his brain chemistry, his ambitions and intent, so that it was just her, his sole focus was just her."

summary: Joel finds a young woman being held hostage by a group of men while he's out on patrol one day. He brings her back to Jackson, where she's given the opportunity to have something resembling a real life, for the first time. The two of them orbit around each other, destined to crash, if both of their reservations don't get in the way.

pairing: joel miller x ofc rating: 18+ mdni word count: 96.8k (completed)

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Joel finds the love of his life lost in the woods.

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Dawn [ javier peña ]

"It had been wrong, back then, his feelings for her. He'd known that and that's why he'd never let anything happen between the two of them. But he'd always been weak. That first time he'd seen her after Richie had gone off to fight a war just as brutal and useless and the one he'd been fighting out in Colombia, that first time he'd really seen her— just a glimpse as she left the market, bag hoisted up on her hip, long, wavy hair bouncing behind her, shapely legs visible in that little yellow sundress that hugged her waist just right— he'd been a fucking goner."

summary: Javier Peña returns to his hometown after leaving the DEA. He doesn't want the undeserving praise everyone is trying to push on him, he doesn't really want anything at all, beyond a quiet life on his father's ranch, such a stark contrast to the atrocities he'd witnessed over the ten years away. But there's one familiar face that he can't seem to shake no matter how hard he tries.

pairing: javier peña x ofc rating: 18+ mdni word count: 80.8k (completed) a.n. first chapter of my new Javi fic is up! each chapter will be named after a Lana Del Rey song with a corresponding lyric (idk Javi is Lana coded to me). I hope you enjoy <3

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Javier Peña falls for his best friend's little sister.

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Nights Like This One [ joel miller ]

"Joel couldn't resist the tug any longer, finally succumbing to the dull ache at the base of his spine as he turned around and locked eyes with her— bright fucking blue, twinkling animatedly when they met his. Most of the time her eyes looked hollow, devastatingly so, but he'd noticed that when they got into these bickering matches her eyes lightened, and so then how was he ever expected to stop?"

summary: Joel Miller is hired by an elderly woman to fix up her home. However, in the middle of the renovations, she dies and her daughter, Lily, moves from California to Austin to live in her mother's home. Joel continues to work on the house despite the two of them constantly butting heads. Tensions rise and the two are destined to crash whether they like it or not.

(Initially takes place pre-outbreak, story spans through outbreak day, all the way to 2023).

pairing: joel miller x ofc rating: 18+ mdni word count: 142.6k (completed) a.n. hi my friends! a few things: i did change sarah's age because i wanted to, i have creative liberty this is MY FUCKIN STORY!! lol. also i know nothing about construction, so i apologize, watch me make shit up with only google as my guide. please don't hate or be mean to my OC, she's going through some shit and the roles will be reversed later on after outbreak day, so let her be the emotionally unavailable, cold one for now. chapter length will be much shorter than most of my other fics solely because this has so many chapters. i'm writing it more in novel format than fic format, so forgive me. blame my useless, $120k creative writing degree. i hope you enjoy this. i'm having a lot of fun writing it.

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Joel Miller finds the love of his life right before the world ends.

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Amor Fati [ alpha!din djarin au ]

"Perhaps it was his own form of rebellion that he still had not had the Vision, at forty-five years old. Not that those things were controllable, but it did serve as some bit of flimsy vindication that Din did not have a mate, someone to fuck babies into for the satisfaction of the government. Of course, not every alpha had a true mate, but those that didn't still usually mated with one of the unmated omegas, they still served their purpose. Din had never fucked an omega, would never fuck an omega."

summary: Din lives in the lonesome world of unmated alphas. Ever since The Collapse he's hated this world, what it's become, what it's turned people into. Until he has The Vision, perhaps twenty years too late, he sees her face.

And then nothing, not even his flimsy morals, can keep him from finding her.

pairing: din djarin x ofc rating: 18+ mdni word count: 64.4k (completed) a.n. hi my friends!!!! i've been cooking this one up since November, so i'm super excited to start sharing. i've never written ABO before, so please be gentle with me. i may break some rules, but i do hope you'll forgive me. FYI this will be real AU -- no helmet, no star wars, mostly modern world with some world building involved. i hope you enjoy!

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The Din Djarin A/B/O AU

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The Human Condition [ therapist!joel miller au ]

"Joel passed his palm over his mouth, his eyes drifting over to the clock on his office wall for perhaps the fifth time in the last thirty minutes. He dreaded his one o'clock appointment, but not for the reasons that he should. He dreaded it because he looked forward to it far more than was appropriate, for reasons that would surely get him fired."

summary: Violet Wood is lost, thinks perhaps she's been lost since the day she was born.

Joel Miller is a psychiatrist who has experienced a tremendous loss of his own.

Neither of them are expecting each other.

pairing: joel miller x ofc rating: 18+ mdni word count: 53.1k (completed) warnings: extreme trigger warnings for suicidal behavior/attempts, mental health discussion, EDs, self-harm, depression, anxiety a.n. i have been thinking about this forever, and i'm really excited to start sharing, albeit slowly. hope you all enjoy <3

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The Joel Miller Therapist AU

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The Age of Innocence [ joel miller]

"He didn't know what was coming over him, he'd always thought she was sweet, cute maybe, but never once had he noticed just how full her bottom lip was, how pert her ass was, how pretty it was when the apples of her cheeks filled with color."

summary: Nestled in the Sierra Nevada mountains is an old gold mining town— Twain Harte— named after the American authors Mark Twain and Bret Harte, both of which never lived there. A woman named Liliana does though, and when she was a little girl she was saved by a man, a man she has spent twenty years loving from afar.

Until something changes.

pairing: joel miller x ofc rating: 18+ mdni word count: 80.1k+ (completed) a.n. lmao i hate myself. i've been slowly adding to this idea for a while, and i'm too excited about it to wait until after i write Fate Forgone Virtue, so i guess i'm writing them simultaneously?? I used to live in Twain Harte, so i'm very excited about the setting of this one. each chapter will be named after a place within the town. also the playlist for this one is a little different, i wanted to compile a bunch of songs that remind me of my time living there, rather than ones that relate to the story per se. i'll shut up now! i hope you enjoy <3

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Joel Miller finds himself infatuated with a young woman who has loved him all her life.

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Fate Forgone Virtue [ dark!joel miller ]

"Solitude forges in people a very specific kind of hurt. Not when that solitude is fleeting, or induced by situation, but solitude that is born, solitude that lends itself to a certain breed of man. It's a bone deep hurt, one that is drilled into the soul, it molds it into something misshapen and ugly. An unsocialized dog will bite the hand of a stranger out of fear. Fear bred from solitude."

summary: A man, gone brutal and cold, stalks through life with blood on his hands and violence in his head.

A woman, hopeless and desperate, seeks death’s embrace like a lover’s warmth. 

This is their story.

pairing: joel miller x ofc rating: 18+ mdni word count: 1.7k+ (ongoing - 1/13 chapters) warnings: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, non-con, stockholm syndrome, violence, gore, bondage a.n. hello everyone!! welcome to hell! please take the tags seriously. this is not like my usual fics. i will not be adding a warning to every chapter, but everything is in the tags. no hard feelings if this one is not your cup of tea, but for those of you willing to come along for the ride, i'm really excited about this one! the first two chapters will be somewhat of a short introduction to the story, the following chapters will be longer. have fun! ;)

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Joel Miller gives a young woman a second chance at life, as his pet.

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Sanctuary [ javier peña ]

"She glanced over at him, her lips hinting at a smile as his pretty brown eyes locked on hers. She wanted him to tell her something now, not that she had taken him here as a greedy means of give and take, even though that’s all their relationship was. Give and take. Just sex. If she couldn’t know his last name or why he had scars all over his chest, then she wanted to know what he thought was beautiful, what he thought was ugly, what existed in both spaces for him."

summary: Takes place after the third season-- Javier moves to San Francisco to escape what he'd witnessed in Colombia over the past several years. The DEA is desperate to get him down to Mexico to help take down the Guadalajara Cartel, but Javier isn't so sure he wants to continue down that path. His decision only becomes increasingly more difficult when he meets a bartender named Emma, whose commitment issues seem to mirror his own.

pairing: javier peña x ofc rating: 18+ mdni word count: 93.4k (complete)

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Javier Peña meets his match in the form of a little bartender in San Francisco.

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[hwaslayer]

wildfire (cs) | five.

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—summary: assistant professor in bioengineering, incredibly attractive, lonely and divorced; that’s how most people describe san. but despite the events that have happened in his life, san has a lot going for himself. he’s a successful, sought out professor due to his brilliant contributions to science at just an early age of 32. he worked hard to get where he was now; head deep into his research, his publications, building his lab and creating a name for himself. everything was good and smooth sailing— until it wasn’t. because when he meets you, a bioengineering grad student interested in rotating in his lab, he finds himself ready to risk all the blood, sweat and tears he put in throughout the years just to keep you close— his need for you spiraling out of control like a wildfire.

—pairing: asst. professor!choi san x grad student!f. reader

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers to lovers, grad school au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 7k

—chapter content/warnings: cussing, mature language/sexually implied content, alcohol consumption and intoxication, drunk texts, mingi's plan is 100% nawttt working lol, mcdonalds for the drunchies!!, san opens up a bit about the whole iseul x yunho thing, making out, some lil neck kisses, sprinkle of dry humping, the talk happens 😀

"Last one!" Felix yells in the dining area of his shared apartment. You, Jiung, Felix, their roommates, Eunchae, Jurin and a bunch of other people decided to pre-game at the apartment before heading over to the bar for the 'welcome to the new quarter' happy hour event. You all take one last shot before heading out as a group, their building on campus being the closest to the downtown scene.

On the way over, there's groups on groups of students and other guests flowing through the streets— the loud roars and chatter echoing throughout the area. It's nice to see everyone excited for the event, keeping everyone in good spirits and in good morale for the quarter.

You cling onto Jiung as you find the alcohol quickly running through your system. Your cheeks feel hot; body all tingly, the world spinning a little more than usual. When you finally arrive to the bar, you flash your student badges and ID to the security before walking in. The music is blaring through the bar, the bass causing the walls to vibrate. The bar has enough space to accommodate all the heads walking in— a huge area to hang out, drink and vibe near the dj and bar on the main floor that opens up to the back patio. There's also a loft area for people to hang out at, a few arcade games lining the walls along with high tables and seats. 

The group walks in, greeting a bunch of other friends and familiar faces as everyone settles at tables near the back patio; the air feeling nice amongst the stuffiness in the bar. Felix and Jiung start ordering a bunch of shareable appetizers, while you slip away to head to the bar and skim through the limited cocktail menu for tonight's happy hour event. You bounce along to the music while debating between two options, finally making your decision just as more people pour in and the crowd cheers at the song that comes blasting through the speakers. You turn to give the bartender your order, slipping him one of the free drink vouchers you were given at the door. Suddenly, Eunchae comes to your side, drunkly squealing and squeezing your arm.

"Girl, the party has officially started." You furrow your brows as she steps aside and nods towards the door. In walks in San, Chris, Jongho, Mingi, Yeosang and Namjoon. You could feel your heart beating against your chest, and you're not sure why. You could be a 'lil excited he's here even though you would never do anything so bold, so daring, in front of everyone else.

But, he's here. He'll see you, and you'll see him.

"I definitely wasn't expecting them to come."

"Why not?! You know how Namjoon is. He loves his social events." She smirks. "Time to show off the goods!" She squeezes your ass just as she places a quick order with the same bartender.

"Eunchae!" You squeal, grabbing your drink from the bartender after getting yourself together. "They'll do their own thing and we'll do our own thing. No goods need to be shown." You playfully tap the tip of her nose, making her giggle.

"I mean, I dunno. Eyes could always wander, ya know?" 

"Let's not get our hopes up, shall we? I'm sure they don't wanna be around obnoxious loud ass drunk students right now. All thanks to Professor Kim for being a social butterfly!"

"Thanks to him indeed, or else this happy hour probably would've been a shitshow without them." She smirks and bites her bottom lip, grabbing her drink. She then grabs your hand to bring you back towards your friends while you sip on your drink. Jurin is already sipping on something, while eating away at some of the nachos placed in the center of the table.

"Got you guys some shots." Felix says, slipping them onto the surface of the table. 

"Lix! We just—"

"Ah, ah, ah! I paid a hefty tip for these so drink up, my favorite ladies." He clinks his shot glass against yours, Jurin's and Eunchae's before you take the shot to the neck, wincing as soon as the liquid burns and travels down your throat. You all chase with your cocktails [def not the best idea], hurriedly trying to wash away the tequila aftertaste.

"Gross." Eunchae shakes her head, grabbing more nachos to snack on.

"Good gawd, have you ever seen a better group of professors?" Jurin says as you and the girlies scan the high tables pressed closer towards the wall on the main floor. Mingi, Yeosang, Jongho, San, Chris and Namjoon are now huddled around watching the crowd with glasses of beer sitting on the table, all in casual clothing.

A group of handsome intellectuals. We're here for it.

"Professor Bahng me so—" Eunchae says in your ear.

"Don't you dare finish that sentence!"

"The new professor wants her some Choi San." Jurin smirks as she drinks her cocktail, eyes still glued on their group. You shift your attention back to them, watching as Professor Cho talks to Professor Choi. She's a cutie, you can't even lie— she's got on a simple white tee, black flare jeans and boots on and it works well with her figure. She sticks herself right next to him, smiling and laughing as they continue to talk, joke around, whatever it is. Professor Song's got a shit-eating smirk on while he's sipping his beer, so it's pretty obvious he's trying to set them up. You don't know if it's the alcohol or if you're actually feeling disappointed for god knows why, but it sucks. It makes you pout a little when the reality settles, knowing Professor Choi should definitely be entertaining someone like Professor Cho;

Not you, a grad student.

So maybe all those subtle moments were just merely subtle moments. Maybe Professor Choi was just that charming, that enticing, that everybody experiences the same subtle moments as you. It was never meant to be a thing.

"That's Y/N's man, though."

"Excuse me, since when?" You look at Eunchae.

"Since he went all prince charming on you and saved you in the basement."

"Please, he had no other choice." You frown.

"He could've grabbed Sunwoo or a facilities person to come and fix that door knob at the same time, but he didn't." She puckers her lips. "I'm gonna say he's got the hots for you."

"Do you hear her?" You laugh and look at Jurin before your eyes are back to [subtly] scanning the high tables. San is deep in conversation with his people, but it's almost like a radar goes off for him because his eyes instantly meet yours. He doesn't necessarily break away, even as he sips his beer and listens to Namjoon entertain the table.

His eyes are on you.

He'll see you, and you'll see him.

The DJ starts playing a mix that causes the crowd to roar and get more hyped, your friends pulling you onto the dance floor. You carefully let them drag you along— your glass in one hand while you start to sing and bounce along to the song. Of course, your friends drag you right in San's view, and he's not complaining one bit. He continues to keep it subtle, though. Still engaging in conversation as much as possible, but he's not even gonna lie, his attention is elsewhere. He can barely even focus on Zara next to him.

"I didn't think you'd actually come tonight." She says, coming back to his side after grabbing a soda to sip on.

"Why not?" He pries his eyes off of you to shift to her. "Namjoon's a real stickler when it comes to these things. Wants us to be present at most student events to show face." She giggles and nods.

"I see that. Well, you do enjoy it, don't you?"

"I do. It's fun to see everyone enjoy themselves. Reminds me of the good times. Back in the days." She laughs.

"Okay, old man." She teases and he playfully rolls his eyes, now returning his attention back to you. You're dancing and singing along happily, even doing those cute little dance challenges with your friends and San has to prevent himself from smiling too big or keeping his obvious attention on you for too long. At this moment, Yunho and Iseul walk in, passing the high table with curt nods and short greetings, the two barely paying any attention to San and vice versa. San continues to sip his beer, pursing his lips as he hears Yunho and Iseul happily greeting the other professors next to them. It's probably the beer [most likely], but he finds himself getting a little more irritated than usual seeing them around. And Mingi might've realized first, except his plan to distract him isn't necessarily gonna work—

"Why don't you spend some alone time with her or something? You know, doesn't have to be much." Mingi adds nonchalantly as he sips on his beer and watches the crowd, coming around to his other side.

"I'm good." San looks at him before shaking his head. His eyes land back on you over the edge of his glass and he finds that you're looking, too. You're being a tease, especially with the way that mini dress hugs you perfectly. The way you move your body. The way you try so hard but equally not as hard to make sure he's paying attention.

He knows the game. He knows the way it goes.

And San finds his hunger for you growing by the minute. Ain't no way you're looking that good in front of him without having a clue what it does to him. You know damn well— very, very well.

He wishes he could do something about it, and you love every second of it. You subtly bite your lip before turning to face Eunchae, Felix, Jiung and Jurin, continuing to dance along to the Iamsu! track that's currently on rotation. The boys are snapping videos and photos, being the hype men they should for you and the girlies. San finds himself silently chuckling from time to time, hearing your screams and giggles just feet away.

"You couldn't be any more obvious." Jongho giggles as he comes to his free side, Mingi, Zara and Yeosang heading over to the back patio to play cornhole.

"It's just nice to see them having fun."

"Mhm." Jongho hums, sliding his glass onto the table. "Anyway, wanna go head to head on one of the arcade games?" Jongho points to the loft. San nods, setting his empty glass aside before following Jongho up the steps to play a few of the arcade games. On their way over, they engage in a few friendly conversations before going head-to-head in air hockey, basketball and skee ball. Eventually, you, Jurin and Eunchae also find your way upstairs having spent some time getting air in the back patio, loudly enjoying the arcade games just a few feet away from Jongho, San and now, Yeosang. Amidst all the fun you and your girls are having, you don't realize you almost crash [yet again] into your professor as you step back and cheer just when he's about to pass.

"Woah there." Professor Choi has his hand hovering near the small of your back.

"Woah— sorry. Hi." You look behind in a drunk haze, greeting your attractive professor as you try to create some space. "Hi Professor Choi."

"Hey. You good?" He smiles at you as you nod, cheeks hot from the alcohol, palms definitely clammy.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Yeah? Be safe for me." 

"Mmkay. Only for you." You tilt your head to the side and San cocks a brow in amusement. He subtly bites his lip before nodding.

"That's all I want." He plays along, watching as you obviously become affected by the unexpected response. You maintain eye contact with him, giving him that innocent, angelic smile you always give him. "Have a good rest of your night, Y/N." He says near your ear before giving you a small smile and heading back down the steps.

"Jesus fucking christ." Jurin teases before giggling and tugging your hand, pulling you back towards the games. As the night continues on, you, Jurin and Eunchae continue to play the rest of the arcade games before heading back down to play the giant Jenga and cornhole in between dancing with the boys. Hours easily slip on by, and by the time it hits close to 11pm, you're being asked to take the drunk-tivities to another bar.

"We're about to bar hop. Coming along?" One of your classmates ask. 

"Um no, I'm drunk enough and want my bed. Thank you!" Eunchae responds. You, Eunchae and Jurin continue to signal 'no' to the others in many variations, slowly splitting and walking off back towards campus. You realize you didn't get a chance to say bye to Felix, Jiung and the rest of the boys before you three slipped away, so you grab your phone and try to text him to at least let him know you're alive and well.

"Shit, I just realized we never tried to catch Jiung or Felix."

"I'm sure they're fine! They know we'll get home safely together."

"Let me text them really quickly."

you: thosee last shots were lethal and I'm still dRINK !! hope u guys bcarefl

you: becarfil

you: becareful!!!! fuck!!!

You continue to walk alongside of Eunchae and Jurin as you walk back to your apartments from the bar, clenching your phone in your hand while you wait for a text back from Jiung.

Ding.

"Jiung texted back!" You look at your phone and you swear, at this moment, all the alcohol might've drained from your system. To your horror, Jiung isn't the one texting you back.

prof. choi: doing okay there, y/n?

"FUCK!"

"What!" Eunchae yelps, surprised by your sudden reaction.

"Oh my fucking god! I accidentally texted Professor Choi, not Jiung!" 

"Oh shit." She laughs loudly. "Girl, it's fine! That man knows how it is, he probably doesn't even care!"

"No, Eunchae! This is so bad! He's gonna kick me out of rotation—"

"He won't! He was at the bar, I'm sure he understands. Just apologize." Jurin laughs. "You're fine, babe! Professor Choi looks so laid back. He's probably the last person you even have to worry about."

"Ugh, my god." You whine. "How embarrassing." You hesitantly [but quickly] text back to apologize.

you: omg i'm so sorry, professor choi! that was ment for jsunf

you: meant for jiung*

you: ah, sorry!!

San laughs at the text come through, incredibly endeared by the way you're trying really hard to apologize though drunk. He honestly doesn't care; he knows how this goes, he's been here before. He's glad you can have fun in between working and studying hard. 

prof. choi: no need to apologize, i know how it is! been there before. can you please let me know when you get home safely at least?

you: okay, i will.

You bite onto your bottom lip just as the three of you finally reach the King Residence Halls, still intoxicated but reaching the phase of sleepy drunk at this point.

"Okay ladies, I'm off to my humble abode. Get up there safely!" Jurin salutes as all of you walk into the main entrance, turning to her right to head down to her unit located here on the first floor. You and Eunchae wave before the both of you are retreating to your own studios for the night; feet hurting, body slowly breaking down, thirsty as hell for some water while you ride the elevator up to your places.

When you get back into the room, you quickly shower and get ready for bed. It's just about to hit close to midnight, and you know the bar hopping has barely reached its peak. You remember to finally text Jiung to be careful and to be safe, all while remembering to text Professor Choi back to let him know you made it home safely.

you: sorry, i got home safely a bit ago!

You set your phone aside as you plop onto your bed, somehow nervous for texting him a little later than usual. You do remember him and the rest of the professors were still lingering around when you, Eunchae and Jurin decided to head back. Maybe he was still there? Maybe he left and is already snuggled in his covers—

Ding.

prof. choi: good to know. 

you: you're still awake?

You're not even sure why you were prompted to keep the conversation going, but something within you felt comfortable enough to do so.

prof. choi: i'm barely leaving the bar with the rest of the guys.

you: oh, i see. be safe!

prof. choi: will be. make sure you and your roommates get lots of water.

you: roommates? i live alone. lol but i definitely just chugged a bunch of water. 

He doesn't respond after that text, and you wonder if he's driving or if he's just cutting the conversation there. You let out a small sigh, setting your phone aside to keep your hopes down and start settling in bed. Just as you pull the sheets back and prepare to hop in, your phone starts going off; vibrating on your nightstand and causing a loud rumble.

You were not expecting him to call you.

You take a moment before sliding right to answer his call, licking your lips and swallowing the lump that has formed in your throat.

"Hi." You shyly say.

"I'm sorry to call randomly. Just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"You don't have to apologize, it wasn't random. But, I'm okay. Thank you, Professor Choi."

"San." He chuckles a bit.

"Hm?"

"You can call me San."

"Thank you, San." There's a slight pause that makes you feel like San is trying to say something, ask something in particular, especially since he called you instead of texting you back. But, part of you also feels like you could be looking too into the night and reading too much into every little detail. 

Maybe it was more convenient for him, right?

He was eyeing you at the bar, though. Heavy. And San knows it. He wanted you to know it.

"Are you tired?" You ask softly as you sit up and sit criss-crossed on your bed.

"I was, but I think I'm a little more awake now. How are you feeling, still drunk?"

"Mm, not as drunk as I was after I found out I sent the text to you and not Jiung." He laughs. "Water is definitely helping, too. Are you okay to drive?"

"Yeah, I am. Only had that beer." Another small pause. "I'm gonna grab some food."

"Oh, but you aren't going to the other bars?"

"Jesus, no." San laughs. "They are, but not me. It took me a lot to come out tonight and it's only cause Namjoon wanted us to show face." You chuckle. 

"I get it." You fiddle with the fabric of your sheets. "Do you.. want some company while you get food?" You boldly ask, heavily relying on the fact that San must have called you for a reason besides to check in. If worst comes to worst, he can just say no.

You'd understand. It's all harmless anyway.

"Sure." He says. "You're not too tired?"

"No."

"Where are you?" He asks softly.

"King Residence Halls. There's a side door on the left that I can meet you at."

"Be there in about 5 minutes?"

"Sounds good. I'll be down by then." And with that, the call ends and you sit on your bed for a good minute, trying to make sense of what just happened on the call. All of this was harmless, right? All the looks and the tension you had been feeling were harmless.

Right?

You hoped everyone was still busy being drunk or at the bar, knowing it'd def cause a stir seeing you get into Professor Choi's car. All of this on the surface level seemed so wrong and so out of place, yet here you were— throwing on some sweats and a hoodie to go on a ride with him. You grab your keys and your phone before heading down towards the side door. To your luck, the residence hall is the quietest it's been in awhile, and there aren't any people lingering around. By the time you walk through the door, there's an all black Toyota GR86 sitting idle. San lowers his passenger window just enough for you to see his eyes, a small smile on his face as you approach his car.

"Hi." He says as you plop in and awkwardly fiddle for the seatbelt.

"Hi Prof— San." You catch yourself [especially in these circumstances] as you settle into the seat and look at him. He lets out a small chuckle before driving off one-handed, his other arm resting on the middle console. "Where are you gonna get food?" Your eyes scan the way he's sat in the driver's seat; manspreading as he drives flawlessly with one hand. You can't help but find him incredibly attractive, and you shouldn't be fucking feeling this way.

It's the alcohol.

"Uh. That's a good question." His eyes dart to the time on his car's navigation screen. "McDonalds, probably."

"Great choice after drinking."

"Want anything?"

"I think I'm okay."

"You sure?"

"Maybe." He chuckles.

"Let me know. I got you." You look at him as you play around with your hoodie strings. "Thanks for coming along on the ride. How'd you know I wanted company?"

"I dunno, really. Just a feeling."

"You looked like you had a lot of fun earlier."

"I did. It was fun. I just wasn't down to walk to more bars."

"Your friends still over there?"

"The boys. Eunchae and Jurin are probably sound asleep in their apartments." San nods. 

"It's good you guys came out. I always try to get people in the lab to come out to events and take a break from school and work."

"It is. It's easy to get yourself way too wrapped up in everything."

"Mhm. And that's why I try to push for a good balance. Don't want you guys to get burned out."

"Did you go out a lot while you were in school? During your postdoc?"

"Um, yeah. Kinda? I wouldn't do anything too crazy, though. I was also with Iseul for a lot of it."

"Oh." You look down at your lap. "Right, sorry."

"Don't be." He laughs. "I don't mind talking about it every now and then. It's not necessarily a secret."

"Mm, still. I didn't mean to pry."

"You didn't." He smiles, dimples on full show when he looks at you then turns back to the road. "But glad you enjoyed yourself. Saw you and your friends doing the little dances." You cover your face in embarrassment and it makes San laugh. "Why? It was cute."

"We were just drunk."

"And having fun!" He reassures you just as he turns onto the street and into the McDonald's lot. "It was nice to see."

"So, you were watching?" You look at him with a tiny smirk, hoping, praying to fucking God you weren't reading into everything incorrectly.

"How couldn't I?" He runs his finger down his bottom lip as he brakes and waits behind the car ahead. He shifts his eyes towards you, subtly eyeing you up and down from where he's sitting. You shake your head and look out the window without verbally responding, biting onto your bottom lip to prevent yourself from saying anything wrong. From smiling too big.

This shit can't be real.

"What's wrong?"

"Hm." You hum, tugging your hoodie up a bit. "You're just making me shy."

"Nothing to be shy about. I just liked watching you have fun. Should I not?"

"No, no one said you shouldn't." San chuckles, his turn to bite onto his bottom lip knowing full well where the rest of this can go. He's just not sure who will make the first move— you or him. Either way, he isn't complaining and he'll take what he gets. Call him selfish, but he thinks he deserves this after everything he's been through. He deserves to be happy, too.

"Sure you don't want anything?" He asks softly as he approaches the drive-thru speaker.

"Ice cream cone?" He nods.

"I got you." You sit quietly in the passenger's seat while he relays the order, pulling through to the last window as instructed. He pays and carefully hands you the ice cream cone before grabbing his small bag of food. You slowly eat away at your ice cream cone, preventing it from dripping all over the place while San drives off to a view nearby. It doesn't take long. In fact, you're just about to dive deep with your cone when San pulls off to a side lot and backs his car right near the edge of the small overlook he's at. There's better views, but this was the closest and it's a decent view— decent enough to help clear your mind, bring you back to reality and remind you of life's little blessings.

"Wanna hang out in the back for a bit? Let you eat that ice cream one in peace?" You chuckle and nod, watching as San hops out to open your door. You slowly walk towards his trunk, letting him clean it up a bit before plopping down to take a seat. You sit next to him, leaving a bit of room in between you two to make sure you don't make him uncomfortable.

"Do you come here a lot?"

"I used to, yeah. Helped me sit in peace for a bit when everything else around me felt too loud and chaotic." He says as he begins to eat away at his snack.

"It's pretty." 

"It is, isn't it?"

"You don't come here anymore?"

"Only if I'm really stressed. Like lately, I guess." You smile a bit.

"You know, I would have never known you were stressing. I know you've got a busy schedule and a lot on your plate, but you never let it show."

"Years of practice." He smirks. "Trust me, it took a long time to get it under control. Probably one of the things Iseul couldn't stand about me." You eat away at the last bits of your ice cream before you look at the end of the cone in your hand.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"How did you get past all of that?"

"Coming here." He laughs. "Nah, but Jongho, too. He's been there with me through everything. I honestly don't know if I'd be here, the way I am, without him."

"That's good that he's been there for you. I can tell you two are really close."

"Yeah. It took me a long time, too." San laughs. "Which goes to say, I had a lot to work on. When that whole thing happened, I was always angry and questioning everything, down to my friends cause of Yunho. I felt so.. low about myself despite everything else I had."

"Understandably so. It was only valid to feel that way after everything you've been through." You pop the end of the cone into your mouth and chew away, causing your cheek to puff out at the size of it. San smiles when he turns to look at you, also popping in the last bits of his sandwich before taking a huge swig of his water bottle to wash it down. "So. You and Yunho were friends?" You pretend to act like you don't know because you don't want San to think it's weird that you know some of the details before you even talked about it. It's his story to tell, anyway.

"He was uh, my bestfriend. Actually."

"Oh. I'm sorry, San."

"It's okay." He chuckles. "Promise. But uh, yeah. Maybe not gonna go down this lane tonight."

"That's okay. You don't need to." You look at him with those sweet, angelic eyes and he almost can't help himself. Well, he finds that he actually can't when his eyes fix on the ice cream at the corner of your lip.

"Wait." He says, taking his thumb to the corner of your lip, wiping off the small ice cream residue.

"Oops." You shyly giggle. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." He's doing the look again. He's doing that damn thing where he looks at you with his head slightly tilted to the side, a very tiny, subtle smirk at the corner of his lips. He's so fucking charming, so, so fucking attractive. He's so irresistible, especially when his eyes move from yours, down to your lips and back up to your eyes.

Maybe he's not the only one who can't help themselves.

Because the moment the silence feels a little different between you two, the moment the look feels a little more different, you find your lips crashing onto his in a quick, heated kiss. Everything about this moment is clouding your judgment, and you don't find yourself wanting to pull away. He takes the kiss, and he doesn't waste a moment of it. He feels his urge growing by the second, and feels the need to push this on and on;

And on.

He's wanted you, and he can't even tell you how relieved he is knowing you want him, too.

You straddle his lap and the kiss continues to intensify, becoming more heated and sloppier by the minute. He gives your waist a hard squeeze, a signal begging for you to slowly work your hips against him. Your tongue fights for dominance against his, San letting out a shaky sigh in between when you bite his bottom lip and suck on it.

"Fuck." He groans against your lips before devouring you some more, his hands slowly roaming up your sides. San sees how much your dress has ridden up, doing little to no justice hiding your beautiful thighs; barely covering your pretty parts. His left hand comes right below your breast, giving it a gentle squeeze to test the waters. You let out a small, breathy moan when he starts to leave a trail of kisses against your jaw, your neck. He starts to lick and nip at your favorite sweet spot, causing you to bite your lip and tilt your head back at the growing pleasure building at your core. You move your hips a little quicker, enjoying all of this and being in San's hold a little too much.

Until, the universe decides this is the right time to bring you back down to reality. A loud roar from a car zooming past on the hillside startles you, making you re-evaluate the compromising composition you're in with your professor.

"Oh shit, oh my god—I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get carried away like that." You abruptly pull back and hop off of his lap when the reality of what the fuck you're doing hits you.

"What, no? Y/N, it's fine. I—" He tries to reach for your hand but you back away. You're not sure what this means, or what the hell you've done— but you sure as hell just wanna get out of here and be in your own peace while you figure this out.

"God, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it, San." You look at him and he can't help but knit his brows together in confusion. He wanted this, and he was so fucking happy to see things moving forward between you two; all he sees is fear, confusion and even a lace of guilt in your eyes, and he can't help but feel the same way, too. "Just got carried away, it should've never happened." You add.

"I— yeah." San lets it go, even though he's defeated. This is not what he wanted out of tonight. He didn't expect anything to happen whatsoever, but if it did, this is not how he wanted it to turn out. 

This is not how he wanted tonight to end.

You don't really know when the embarrassment will die down, but it clearly hasn't on your end, and you've been avoiding San like the plague. It's not as hard as you thought it'd be, especially when San hadn't been around much due to his packed schedule and classes. The rare times you did see him, he was always with someone— bringing them down to his office for a meeting. You'd glance over and he'd quickly meet your eyes, but you'd break first and shuffle away to the behavior room. 

Why on earth did you think it was okay to kiss him?

Him, a fucking professor. Let alone the professor you're currently rotating for.

How fucking reckless, Y/N.

Oh so reckless and careless.

—FLASHBACK

San doesn't get back into the car as fast as you do.

He actually lingers outside a little longer, cursing to himself. Hoping this didn't fuck up anything that could have possibility built between you two. Hoping this didn't fuck up anything that could have continued to grow, blossom.

When he finally gets back into the car, it's silent. But, it's an awkward silence. You aren't sure what to say to break the silence, and you aren't even sure what the proper thing to say is. You just know that you can't wait to be home, covering your entire body under the sheets— no longer having to face the world for the night.

"Cold?"

"I'm okay." He leaves it at that. The music is softly playing in the car, thankfully filling some of the void, the awkwardness. You scroll through your phone for the remainder of the ride, texting the boys back as you peep the pictures they sent from bar hopping, telling them to get home safely.

Hopefully, you don't run into them. That'll be a whole other beast to tackle right now, and you almost feel queasy thinking about it.

"You can just pull up there and I can walk." You tell him as he pulls into the familiar grounds of campus, the graduate residence halls passing you by. 

"But, it's late. It's not safe—"

"San, it's fine. I've done this walk a million times because of the boys." 

"There are no boys to walk you back, though."

"It's fine. I promise." He lets out a sigh. You unbuckle your seatbelt before giving him one last, shy look over your shoulder. "Thanks for the ice cream and for letting me tag along."

"Course." He says, letting out yet another disappointed breath as he watches you hurriedly climb out and rush down the street towards your building. He doesn't pull away, slightly drives up to make sure you do make it to your building and are safe inside. He lets out another 'fuck' before driving off to his house, afraid and slightly upset at how things turned out. Not out of selfishness, no. But, San finds himself caring about you more than expected.

He didn't want to let you go, and he's hoping he doesn't have to.

—END

You think you're saved, for the most part, until you receive a text from San on a random Wednesday afternoon. You've just gotten back from having a late lunch with your friends, making your way down to the basement to finish up your work for the rest of the afternoon.

san: can you come to my office?

You don't respond right away, and it's almost like San knew you were staring at your phone, waiting for the right time to text him back.

san: please? it's important.

you: i'm heading down to the basement, i'll be there in about 5 minutes. is that okay?

san: more than okay.

You let out a sigh just as you tuck your phone away, taking your steps a little slower than usual to buy yourself some time. When you finally get to the basement, you set your things down on your desk and slip your laptop out. You make your way to his office with your laptop and notebook pressed to your chest, giving his door a few soft knocks before you hear his 'come in' from the other side.

"Hey." He says, meeting you right by the door. You hear him silently lock the door shut behind him before plopping onto his couch with a loud sigh. 

"Hi."

"Can you come here?"

"San, we're in your office—" He chuckles and pulls you down onto the couch next to him.

"I know. Door is locked. Don't worry." You let out a sigh with a small pout and he finds it adorable. "Y/N, I promise it's fine." You ease a little feeling his arm pressed against yours, body heat providing some kind of comfort.

"So, what did you wanna talk about?"

"Why have you been avoiding me?"

"Who said I was?" He cocks his head to the side before giving you a little smirk. 

"You don't think I can pick up on how different you've been acting?"

"Well, San. I don't know?" You shrug. "That whole thing that happened shouldn't have happened and I'm still trying to figure out how to move past it because—"

"Who says it shouldn't have happened?" It's your turn to give him a look. You pause and try to read his body language, but nothing about him is defensive. Hostile. Regretful.

None of the above.

"San." You call him, almost defeatedly. "You and I both know we shouldn't have done that. I'm rotating in your lab."

"I know, the surface of it is terrible. It's wrong by the university's code and policies. But, I'm asking you."

"Asking me what exactly?"

"Do you think it shouldn't have happened?" Well, no, you think. If you were being completely and utterly honest, you would say no. You would say you wanted it because you thought he felt the same. You would say you wanted him so badly; fuck the rules in the book! But, you don't say anything, and it's enough for San to know exactly what you wanted without you having to say it out loud. "Y/N." He says softly before lifting your chin with his free hand. You don't even realize you've been playing with his other hand, fingers softly intertwining with his as you ponder on the question. "Have dinner with me. Let me take you out on a date." 

"San." You slightly frown. Not because of him, but because of the entire situation as a whole. It's still all so much and so, so confusing. You've never had to navigate through treacherous waters like this.

"What's wrong, hm? You can tell me anything, remember?"

"I'm just scared."

"About what?"

"This, whatever this is. I don't even know what to call it, we shouldn't even be doing this. If anyone finds out, it could ruin you. It could ruin everything you've worked so hard for." He shakes his head. 

"This is not gonna ruin anything. I—" He pauses, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "I want you, Y/N. I wanna explore this with you. It's been confusing and it's been difficult to navigate my feelings because I didn't know if you felt the same, but the other night—" He lets out a small breath. "You really do make me feel some type of way that no one else does. I haven't been able to get my mind off of it." His eyes roam your features. "Off of you." You sit next to him silently, trying to debate between right and wrong, between yes and no, between needs and wants; still, your answer comes to San. Even if it is terrifying. "Let me take you to dinner. Or not, it's up to you. But, I wanna at least show you I mean it."

"Can I think about this?" You keep your eyes on him, still a bit anxious and scared about all of this blowing up in your faces. It was so risky, so dangerous, so.. thrilling. Because Choi San is asking you to dinner. He wants your attention, and he wants to take you out. How in the hell did you get here weeks after the quarter just started? 

"Of course you can." 

"If I go, I should probably drive this once, though. I just don't want anyone catching on." And this was probably helping you relieve the pressure of going on this date with him; you wouldn't have to be tied down from the car ride, to dinner— to your trek back home. It's not that you didn't want to either, but it seemed safer this way. It seemed less stressful this way. You could give yourself some breathing room in between the dinner itself.

Because these were treacherous waters.

"Are you sure? We can always meet somewhere else."

"San. There's eyes everywhere on campus and nearby, you know that."

"But, I did plan to pick you up and drive you, do all the work for you so you don't have to lift a finger." He pouts a bit and you giggle.

"And I love that. Thank you. I'm just trying to figure out how to keep a good balance for us right now. I'll think about it, okay?" He sighs and nods in slight defeat because as much as he wants to spoil you right away, you do have to be careful about your movements, actions. There are eyes everywhere on campus and people do question everything. Speaking from his own experience, word gets around quick.

He hates this. He knows he's putting you in a tough position, but god, he loves the way you make him feel. He feels giddy, like a lovesick teenage boy who is chasing after his long-time crush. He feels things when he sees you, feels his knees get a little weaker when he hears your laugh or sees you smile. He feels butterflies when you brush past him and give him that cute little subtle smirk. He feels the need to hold you close, to kiss you. Hold your hand and keep you safe. Wants to get to know every thing about you: your pet peeves, your hobbies, your family, what makes you happy. Do many, many other things to show you how attracted he is to you. How you make him feel.

He hasn't felt this in a long, long time— hasn't felt genuine happiness like this in a long, long time. 

He deserves to be happy, too. Especially after thinking for so long that he wasn't cut to be happy, wasn't meant to feel genuine connections and real relationships after his marriage fell through the way it did.

But, you're here and he refuses to let you get away.

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Guilty as sin?

Pairing: Max Verstappen x reader | (side) Lando Norris x reader

Warnings: Emotional cheating

Word count: 1.8k

Authors note: hate this kinda idk | Not proofread | I also do not condone cheating, this is just based on a Taylor swift song do not come for me

A text lights up your phone, illuminating the dark of your hotel room with the shine of a text message. You glance down at your sleeping boyfriend beside you, checking to see if he’s still deeply asleep before picking up your phone and sliding it open.

Max <3

The Downtown Lights - The Blue Nile

*Spotify link attached*

You sigh, closing your phone and setting it back onto your nightstand, eyes shutting tightly. You glance back over to Lando, asleep beside you, willing him to suddenly be a shittier person so you could feel less guilty about this.

Not that you and Max had done anything. You hadn’t. But it didn’t stop you from daydreaming about the Red Bull driver. It hadn’t stopped him either, apparently. You had heard the song, of course you had. Max sending it only confirmed that the less than platonic feelings between you were, in fact, reciprocated.

Just as you’re about to roll over and return to the sleep that had been evading you for more than a few hours, your phone lights up once again.

Max <3

I know you saw that

Come up to the roof

See you there

You roll your eyes at the texts, arrogance bleeding through every letter. Although, despite your holier than thou attitude, you do slide out of the bed, reaching down to a slide on a pair of slippers, praying the bed won’t creak as you stand up. Your feet pad quietly across the carpet of the hotel room, steps muffled by the fluff in your shoes.

You turn your phone to face the room, hoping it’s enough light to illuminate your way out. You step around your suitcase in the middle of the floor, cursing quietly as your foot catches on the zipper slightly. You catch yourself though, quickly grasping your key card and exiting the room.

Once you’re in the hallway, you let out a deep sigh, face relaxing under the fluorescent lights. You bit your lip, debating how worth it this tryst would be. You were fairly certain you were both into each other. All this meeting would be was another interaction where you both ignore your feelings and you have to lock the hints he was dropping away in a vault to never be considered again.

Even after considering the cons, you push yourself away from the wall, walking toward the stairs. You were already on the top floor so all you had between you and Max was a single set of stairs. You run a hand through your hair, hoping you don’t have a bad case of bedhead. Not that you had gotten enough sleep to mess your hair up at all anyway.

You slide the door open and set foot upon the stairs, trying not to wobble too much. Every step feels like it takes twenty minutes, every one leading to an unknown fate at the top. Your footsteps echo around the dark hall, sound bouncing off the concrete walls.

When you get to the top, you push the door open gently, cold air rushing to hit you as you step out. The door shuts closed behind you with a slam and you’re suddenly not sure if you’ll be able to get it open again. But it wasn’t really the time to care about that as your eyes lock on a familiar Dutch man sat on the edge of the roof.

Your feet patter gently against the roof, each step feeling quieter than the last. You take your time in approaching him, his head not even having turned your way since you set foot upon the place he had invited you. Not that you wanted him to turn around. You were worried that locking eyes with him would make you run away, or worse, make you more inclined to stay. So you just walk quietly to the edge, carefully swinging your legs over the side to sit a few feet away from him.

You’re not too worried about falling. There’s another edge just a few yards below you, no doubt there to stop rich drunk people from taking a nosedive off the roof during a party or after a wild night.

Cold air slides across your unusually warm face, heated with the reality of the situation. It’s not windy though, which is nice. Instead it’s just a nice chill, cold seeping through your thin sleep shirt and into your skin.

“I knew you’d come,” Max’s voice breaks the tranquility of the moment, cutting through the air with a familiar arrogant tilt.

You fight the urge to roll your eyes, instead opting to hum lightly, eyes still locked onto the cityscape below you. You’d always loved Las Vegas. The city was always bursting with life and it was just so pretty to look at. Especially from above. It has shocked you when you’d walked out and the roof was empty. You’d’ve thought there’d be an abundance of people considering how little the city sleeps to begin with. You were honestly surprised Lando had chosen to stay asleep in your hotel room instead of stay out partying. Maybe when you’d told him it’d be better for him to get some sleep for once, he’d actually listened.

Maybe you should’ve listened to your own advice. You should’ve stayed asleep and completely avoided Max. Maybe then you wouldn’t feel like spewing your guts out on the many drunkards below.

“Not going to say anything, then?” Max laughs and you can feel his gaze on the side of your face. You fight the strong urge to lock eyes with him, “You don’t get to act like I’m the one coercing you here. You also chose to come up here.”

He’s right, of course. But you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

“Do you even like him?” Max questions and you can feel your stomach drop. You’d been thinking about that exact question for months now and you honestly were dreading the answer. You finally look away from the buildings in front of you to take a quick glance toward Max, his eyes already trained on yours.

You sigh, warm breath clouding in the cold night air, “I don’t know.”

Max makes a face at your words, shaking his head, “What do you mean you don’t know? How can you not know if you like your boyfriend?”

You roll your eyes, looking away from him again, arms crossing across your torso tightly, “I mean I don’t know, Max. I know the answer you want, trust me, I do. If it helps, I don’t love him. Not anymore, at least.”

“Yeah, no shit. I knew that. I’m asking if you like him,” Max scoffs, shifting closer to you. You roll your eyes again, finally giving in and turning your body toward his.

“He’s a fine person, Max. It just feels like neither of us even want this relationship anymore.”

“Then why are you still dating him?”

That makes you stop dead, letting out a shaky breath as you accept that you’d finally have to open up to the man next to you, “We’ve been together so long, I’ve tried so hard to make it work. I thought we were going to get married, honestly.”

You glance nervously over to Max, expecting to see an angry look on his face. Instead you’re met with one of understanding which shocks you back into speaking again, “I would’ve said yes if he’d asked.”

Max hums, discreetly shifting a bit closer as he turns to stare out at the city below you. You wait for his response with bated breath, praying he doesn’t hate you for basically leading him on.

“But he didn’t ask.”

“Yeah,” you nod, face filled with remorse for your relationship, “He didn’t.”

Max hums again, glancing above the two of you at the shining lights casting a soft glow upon the pair of you. Music begins to play softly from somewhere down below you. When you glance over the edge, you’re met with a street band preforming a nice ballad, swaying along to their melodies. When Max stands up, you think he’s going to leave you entirely but your eyebrows shoot up when he holds out a hand instead.

“Come on,” He says and you can feel your heart flutter as you catch the soft smile on his face. Something that hadn’t happened with Lando in a long while.

You grasp you hand in his, feeling the warmth of his larger hands spread into your chilly ones. He pulls you up gently, although maybe adding a bit too much strength as you fall flush against his chest. You laugh and stumble back a bit, hands still clutching his. He pulls you into a sway, gliding along to the melodic notes that float up from down below. You sit and take in the quiet moment for a little while, eventually moving your head to rest against his chest. The silence is broken when you glance up and see Max already looking down at you.

“I’m not gonna cheat on Lando,” you mumble, eyes softening as you stare up, “He doesn’t deserve that.”

If Max disagrees, he keeps it to himself well enough, choosing to nod instead, “I wouldn’t expect you to.”

You hum, placing your head back on his chest, “I do think about you though.”

Max tilts his head and his eyebrows furrow as the words leave your mouth. When you catch his expression, you feel the need to explain, “Just in life. Everything I do, I think about you doing it with me. I don’t know, just accept the compliment that I think about you when you’re not around, please.”

You can feel Max’ laugh rumble through his chest and you glance up to see his head titled back and his eyes closed as he chuckles softly before glancing back at you, smile still painting his face, “I can live with that. For now.”

You take a page out of his book and just hum in response, eyes falling closed as you, once again, lean against him. The two of you sway to the music for a while, only stopping when it does as well. You find yourself praying it never does so you never have to return to your reality where your boyfriend of six years has refused to put a ring on it so you went to one of his friends for emotional comfort and ended up falling in love with him. But the music does stop and you do return to that reality, feet padding softly down the hotel stairs.

You slide your keycard in the door, wincing at the sound it makes as it accepts it. You support the door as it closes, toeing off your shoes and tossing the keycard on your nightstand. You plug your phone into the charger, glancing down at the new texts on your home screen before sliding them away and rolling over to, hopefully, find sleep in a sleepless night.

Max <3

I'll wait for you btw

I knew about him

But now I know about you

If he kills me it'd be a wonderful way to die

For you

I'd wait forever, darling

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Eternal Flame (16) - The Line

Jenna Ortega x Female Reader

Chapter summary: The long awaited reunion after months apart.

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-I can feel the light shine on my face-

You were just done watching some cooking TV show when you heard knocking on your door and that was strange to say the least. It was just past five PM, and Barbara said she wouldn't drop by, and she sounded like she would be really busy with her family. Not to mention Barbara never knocked, she just barged in like a very confident and determined burglar. And Hugh, the only other person you would expect to show up, wasn't even in the States, he went to Australia for a bit, so there really wasn't anyone who could show up. There was Jenna, but she was supposed to come tomorrow, so you figured maybe it was one of your neighbors dropping by for something.

Regardless of who it was you hopped to your feet and, with a bounce to your steps you haven't really gotten used to, you went over to the doors and opened them. And the sight in front of you was the most beautiful sight you have ever seen. “Jen,” you whispered, her name falling from your lips like a prayer, and both of you stood there, just taking the sight of one another in. She was beautiful, her hair was falling in soft waves, her face was damn near free from makeup and somehow even more beautiful than you remembered. And the baby blue sweater hugging her figure looked incredible on her. She was dressed in a casual, comfortable manner, and that was Jenna you knew. You couldn't find any words to say, you just let the emotions overtake you and it looked like both of you moved at the same time as she jumped into your arms, and you lifted her up.

“Y/N,” Jenna whispered your name, burying her face in the crook of your neck as she wrapped her legs and arms around you. On the other hand you couldn't decide what to do with your own hands, and eventually just wrapped them around her, hoping you could just pull her in as much as physically possible. All of your senses were filled with her, the touch of her hands, the feel of her body pressed against yours, the smell of her perfume and something that was uniquely her, the sound of her soft shuddering breaths. The sight in front of your eyes as you turn your head slightly and just looked at the side of her face, at the way her lips trembled and her eyes remained tightly shut closed. You took it all in, not wanting to miss anything. “This is finally happening,” her voice cracked, and you ran your fingers through her hair.

“I'm right here, Jen, you've got all of me,” you assured her and she pulled her head back slightly, looking you in the eyes and like there was some sort of mutual understanding between you, you just both leaned in. You kissed her lips and if you died at that very moment you would have died happy and satisfied because that must have been what happened, otherwise how else could you explain the heavenly taste of her lips. She was yours, she loved you back, and you couldn't hold anything back, you deepened the kiss, pouring all of your love into it. You stumbled to the other side of the hall and pressed her against the wall, so you could properly touch her. Jenna hummed into the kiss, her fingers digging into your hair, sliding back down to your cheeks, almost frantic in the way she moved. You felt her legs tightening around your waist as she pushed against you harder, and she gasped, biting her lower lip to hold back the sounds she may have been tempted to make.

She looked you in the eyes and kissed you again, as if your lips were the only way she could keep those sounds restrained. You still kept her up with your right hand wrapped around her lower back, all the while your left hand currently caressed her face, your thumb brushing against her neck, up to her jaw and tilting her head slightly so you could kiss her deeper. You could feel her desperately trying to remove any distance between your bodies, rocking slightly against you. Jenna opened her lips and you felt her tongue against your lips and who were you to reject or deny her anything.

The need for air did become too strong and Jenna pulled back gasping for air since you began kissing down her neck needing to feel her. She panted slightly into your ear, and you cursed your lack of control. “Jen, you deserve so much better than this empty hall for our first kiss,” it was too late though, you kissed in front of your apartment, not even being able to wait until you were inside. Sure, the walls were thick, and no one would hear you, but Jenna deserved so much more than this, and that made you finally snap out of your desperation to hold and kiss her enough to turn around, pulling her away from the wall. “Hold on to me,” you said.

“You don't need to tell me twice, I'm not letting you go,” Jenna gasped, and it felt like one of the more difficult things you had to do was to let go of her to pick up her suitcases and just carry them inside your apartment. You didn’t even carry them far, just beyond the doorstep, nothing else matters as long as you could close the doors behind you. “Lock the doors,” Jenna whispered before going for another searing hot kiss as you fumbled with the key to lock the doors. And you remained there, leaning back on the doors as Jenna moved her legs to your sides instead,

“Don't plan on leaving anytime soon, huh?” you said, overcome with happiness as Jenna tilted your chin, making you look at her. And all you could see in her eyes was pure desire and love, and you could see yourself being driven insane by her eyes, by her beautiful, dark brown, expressive eyes, that were right now looking at you like nothing else besides the two of you mattered.

“We have a lot of time to make up for,” she was holding on to you like the very thought of leaving you again physically hurt. “I need you,” she leaned head back, baring her neck to you in complete surrender and all you could feel from her was ‘I'm all yours, do with me whatever you want to do’ as you latched on to her neck, quickly finding the spot that made her moan. You found yourself thinking that if you've never heard another sound aside from whatever sound left Jenna’s lips you wouldn't have been missing out on anything.

Jenna gasped, overcome by emotions neither of you could restrain. You leaned against the doors harder, otherwise your knees would have buckled how much all of this affected you. “Jenna,” you whispered her name, your heart soaring with every sigh of pleasure slipping past her lips.

“I love you,” she whispered and it felt as if all the truths of the world concentrated into those three words she spoke while leaning her forehead against your own.

“I love you too,” you told her and finally found the strength and the clarity of mind to take her into the living room, but the smile on her face told you she didn't quite want to let go of you. Still, you made your way to the sofa and slightly bent down to let Jenna back down. At least that was what you planned, she seemed more than comfortable clinging to you like a koala. “Someone's very comfortable, I see,” you said, unable to suppress the smile on your face as she peppered your face with kisses and you made a mental note to, now that you could actually do it, kiss each and every freckle on her face.

“Mhm, very comfortable. Have I ever told you how much I love how strong you are?” she gripped your biceps and let out a content sigh at the feel of the muscles underneath the fabric of your shirt. “You just drive me wild, if I'm being honest,” that might be something you should keep in the back of your mind for some time later.

“Yeah, you have no right to complain, Jen,” you lowered her onto the sofa, or rather pressed her back against it, while you still carried her in your arms. You looked at her and decided to do exactly what you wanted, you started kissing the adorable and very much inviting freckles on her face.

“Oh my God, you're doing that!” Jenna laughed, but she wasn't backing away, not even a bit. “You're so corny,” she lightly swatted your back, but with the way she turned her head slightly to give you better access to her freckles told you she very much enjoyed it.

“Mhm, and you are irresistibly beautiful,” you missed her so much. You finally had her in your arms, showing her just how much and in what way you loved her. But eventually your phone rang and you noticed you left it at the kitchen table, way too far from where you were right now.

“Your phone,” Jenna reminded you, though she sounded incredibly annoyed by that interruption. Still, she dropped her arms from around you, letting you go, only for you to pull her back against you, showing her that you couldn’t give a damn. And Jenna laughed, that breathy, adorable laugh of hers encouraging you as you returned to kissing her neck, slowly but surely leaving small marks upon her skin.

“Let it ring, I don't give a fuck who it is,” you had something a lot more important than whoever was calling you in front of you. Especially when Jenna moaned a bit louder as you left a nice and rather prominent hickey on the side of her neck. You sure hoped she either brought a scarf or something to cover herself up, or simply didn't intend to leave your apartment anytime soon.

“Good,” she pushed you slightly and you moved according to how she wanted you to as she went and swapped your position and straddled you. She smiled mischievously, and though she didn't go far, she slipped her hands right underneath your shirt feeling your abs. “Fuck,” she hissed, her nails digging lightly into your flesh as she pretty much did the same thing you've been doing to her until now and made it her mission to mark your neck without a care in the world about how visible the hickeys would be. “All mine,” she whispered into your ear, while slowly bringing her hand up, and over your shirt, up your upper body, all the way to your lips and you caught it with your own hand, kissing the tips of her fingers as the two of you just looked into each other's eyes.

Your phone began ringing again, and you still ignored it, lost in her, lost in the feel of her body on top of yours. She slowly brushed her fingers along your arms, kissing you on the lips again. Her tongue slipped right past your lips and met your own, and despite the heat between you the kiss turned slow and sensual. You were sure you would have left a string of saliva between you when you pulled back to breathe in, if only you separated enough for a string to form.

And the kisses kept coming and coming, soaked in desperation and love and longing that was finally over, all the while your phone insistently kept ringing, and before you knew it, you had five missed calls within twenty minutes and your phone was ringing once more.

“OK, now that's just ridiculous. I might as well pick up, or we'll be hearing that for the rest of the day,” and though reluctantly, Jenna agreed with you. She separated from you and sat down on the sofa as you got up and grabbed your phone seeing that it was Tom, your agent. “My agent, I should take this. I’ll make it quick,” you told her and she nodded, understanding how the job was. Besides you just made the man call you for the sixth time so neither of you could really complain much about the brief break in the reunion. “What's up?” you asked as you answered your phone and tried to sound like you weren't just recently flustered and very much affected by what you and Jenna just did.

“What's up?! This is the sixth time I'm calling you! You got the fucking role in that movie you auditioned for, filming is in May. Jesus, I won't even ask what you were doing!” he was actually pissed and all you were thinking about was that this really could have been an e-mail, or at the very least a text message instead of requiring a call.

“OK, OK, thanks for telling me. Have a great day,” you told him and he hung up, angry and annoyed and you caught yourself wondering if you could just hire Barbara as your agent slash stylist slash whatever you needed because as far as the roles went you pretty much dealt with all of that on your own. Tom was just checking the paperwork and negotiating the payment, and knowing Barbara, she would do that a lot better.

You turned your phone off after that, not wanting to get to the repeat of what's been happening in the background of your and Jenna’s make out session. And then you just leaned back against the table, watching Jenna as she was sitting sideways, looking at you all proud and happy and you couldn't help but be drawn to her swollen lips and neck turning red from all the kissing you left on it.

“Got a new role,” she guessed, and you nodded.

“Don't really know too many details right now, but looks like I'll be filming in May,” and the smile on Jenna’s face just became wider at that new information.

“Good, I’m free until May as well,” Jenna got up and joined you, her fingers playing with the waistband of your pants, and actually innocently this time, she was just pulling you a bit closer. “Just means we can properly catch up, spend a month and a half the way we should have a long time ago,” she whispered, and you completely agreed with her as she slipped her thumb under the collar of your shirt and pulled it aside. She kissed your shoulder before her other hand reached up to the back of your head and she pulled you lower, once more letting her lips touch your own. “I could kiss you all day long,” she spoke, her lips mere fragments of an inch away from your own.

“I like the sound of that,” and you truly did, she was mesmerizing. And then a sound neither of you quite expected echoed through the room and you both looked down looking at Jenna’s belly as her stomach growled and she blushed.

“Well, that's an embarrassing way to break the moment,” she looked away from you, more than a little bit embarrassed by what just happened. But her stomach remained merciless, growling and complaining about being empty.

And you, finding all of this adorable and wanting to tease her a bit, went down on one knee and poked her belly. “So, what are you in the mood for, grumpy?” and all you got as a response was Jenna stammering to come up with some answer as her stomach growled again. “Something sweet? Pancakes, crepes? I don't think you can wait for some pastry. Hm? What are you in the mood for?” you finally looking into Jenna’s eyes as you kissed her over her shirt and if anyone ever physically melted into a puddle then it was Jenna after that very moment. She just looked at you, completely speechless. “I can keep doing this until you answer,” you grinned and kept kissing her over the shirt.

“Maybe I want that,” Jenna finally found some words to string together as a proper response, though it wasn't quite what you were looking for. You looked her in the eyes, silently asking for permission as you slowly lifted her shirt up, and when her lips parted and she watched you in anticipation you went and kissed her bare skin. You could see goosebumps on her skin as your fingers brushed along her sides and she clutched your shoulders. “Fuck! Uh, crepes, crepes, I want crepes!” she exclaimed, and you kissed her belly one more time before you got back up.

“Well, that worked,” you teased her slightly as you went to the kitchen to grab everything you needed to make crepes.

“Yeah, well I had to do something before I got hungry for something else,” she said, following you with a chair to sit down in the kitchen while you began mixing the ingredients. You felt the heat crawling up so your cheeks at the implications of her words. “If you kept that up we wouldn't have lasted an hour let alone twelve hours,” you had no idea what twelve hours meant but you certainly understood what Jenna was saying.

And you went and slapped your cheek, because you had a meal to prepare instead of letting your mind wander off to definitely not innocent ideas. At least Jenna laughed at you, adoring the way both of you could affect one another so easily.

~X~

Jenna watched you as you worked, mixing in the ingredients for the crepes, and she couldn't believe she let this distance lasts for so long. She could have had this perhaps even that night in Denver, almost three months ago. Well, better late than never, she supposed. This was all she wanted and needed, and you were giving her all of it, passionate and intense with every display of affection you've shown her today.

And then she noticed some changes in the apartment. You bought a bigger table, one that could fit six people comfortably and maybe even more if needed, and you've added the TV and now the apartment had several shelves with some small figures, or books and movies. It was definitely a lot more personal than it was the last time she came here. “When did all of this happen?” she asked, curious.

“Last week. I was actually quite busy doing all of this,” you told her, and she slowly began piecing the timeline together. Whatever happened while you were filming The Daughter took you out of the stupor you were in, and now all she could feel from this apartment was warmth and welcoming feeling, permeating the air. It finally felt lived in instead of barren and depersonalized. And then something else caught her attention as she saw a couple of photos framed on the wall.

“Can I go and look at them?” she asked and pointed at the photos.

“Of course, Jen, you can do anything,” you said and actually joined her when she reached the wall. So, she fell back against you and instinctively you went and wrapped your arm around her waist, holding her close.

She looked at the first photo and she finally got to see them, even if it was just on a photograph. Your parents were with you, your mother holding you up while your father hugged both of you, you looked like you were maybe five or six years old and you had the toothy grin on your face radiating with so much happiness. It turned out you looked like both of your parents, inheriting the best traits of both of them.

“It was mom's birthday and all she wanted was just to have a nice family dinner, so dad and I went and made it for her. Well, it was really just dad, I was more of a nuisance rather than a helping hand. But I will say that I managed to professionally bring him anything he needed while he was making dinner,” you explained, and more than the story what took Jenna by surprise was the ease with which you talked about your parents. You spoke with fondness, rather than the pain of loss that was there the one and only time she heard you talk about them before.

“Was he a better cook or was it your mom?” she asked, knowing you also learnt to cook from your neighbor, but maybe your parents also had a role in it.

“Dad, absolutely! Mom was focused on work and while she could cook she did it out of necessity, he did it out of passion. Never really got to teach me, he wasn’t the most patient teacher so by the time we got to sometimes cook together I already knew more or less what I was doing,” you laughed at the memory and Jenna wondered which other similarities you picked up from your parents. She would have plenty of time to figure it out, that much she knew.

Her eyes fell on the second photo, you and Barbara, on, from the looks of it, Barbara’s high school prom. She looked stunning, yet what caught Jenna’s attention was the lack of your own outfit appropriate for the occasion.

You noticed her confusion. “Oh yeah, I never got to tell you. Because of what happened to my parents I ended up being absent a lot and had to repeat a grade so I actually graduated the year after Barbara did,” you explained and once again Jenna noticed there was no sorrow in your voice, there was just raw emotion, simple acceptance, and a healthy approach to what you went through.

The third photo she noticed was actually from Logan, you and Hugh in your costumes, with claws on your hands, but very much happy and grinning at the camera, unlike Laura and Logan would.

“You looked so cute when you were filming Logan,” she was still in awe at how well you acted in that movie, and she had to admit she had seen the movie quite a lot of times while she was away from you, trying her best to have at least some semblance of you in her life.

“I'm no longer cute? Is that what you're trying to say?” she was noticing so many differences in you, in the best way possible. You were so much quicker to respond in a light-hearted way, so much warmer and gentler, if that was even possible. And she believed that even before everything happened you were one of the most loving people she got to meet, and now you were just taking up to eleven.

“Not exactly the word I’d use. More like ridiculously hot,” she's muttered, taking the opportunity while you got slightly embarrassed to peck you on the lips.

And the final photo hanging on the wall was actually the two of you, from the last day on the set of Scream. It was the selfie she took, and that was very much a photo she often went back to and was currently her lock screen. And of all the other photos you probably had, this was the one you hung on your wall, the one where you were hugging, side by side and very much looking close.

“I am very much open to adding more photos to any wall you want,” you told her, softly kissing the side of her neck before pulling back slightly. And she could see it in your eyes that you wanted so many photos of the two of you together, and she wanted that just as much as you did.

“With pleasure,” she agreed, capturing your lips once more in a soft, quick kiss.

“Speaking of pleasure,” oh, she was doomed. The way you said that made her knees weak, and got her mind stuck in a gutter. How much more could you affect her when all you had to do to get her worked up was go down to your knees and kiss her stomach. “I should really go and make those crepes,” you were such an asshole for that, you had her worked up and you knew where you were going with that! Jenna stared at you as you pulled away, laughing and going back to the kitchen to make the crepes.

She should have eaten before she came here, she just couldn't. She was that nervous and it turned out she had absolutely nothing to be nervous about.

Half an hour later the two of you were sitting at the table, with enough crepes to fill her up, and for you to grab a snack as well. Jenna went and brought the strawberry jam from the fridge and figured that, along with some chocolate syrup, would be good enough for the filling. But instead of letting her fill her own crepe, you went and did it for her. Placing it on her plate and moving on to the next one. And Jenna just humored you, biting into the soft, sweet crepe and moaning at the wonderful taste of it.

“Oh my God, I missed your cooking so much,” she commented, wiping a bit jam that spilled on to her chin and she saw it caught your eyes and just smiled behind the crepe.

You placed the second one on her plate when she was about halfway done with her current one, and leaned in, stealing a bite of her crepe. “Yeah, tastes good,” you winked at her and what could she even say? How could she react other than just feel herself sinking into the pool of happiness.

There were still some things you needed to talk about, but how could she when she hasn't felt this happy in so long. She was in no rush to break this bubble the two of you formed around each other. She hasn’t seen you in two and a half months, she wanted to make up for that time.

You were done with the quick meal and slipped into a comfortable routine, washing the dishes together and then just going to the living room to watch TV. You turned on some random channel neither of you caring for. It didn’t matter what was on the TV, it was basically a background noise, all she really wanted was to cuddle with you. To just sit next to you and lean her head on you as you hugged her, everything else faded away into the background.

Before she knew it, the hours passed and it was already close to ten at night, and she has been at your apartment for almost 5 hours. The time passed like the blink of an eye, wonderful and filled with occasional kisses and gentle touches from both of you. “You know, we have a month and a half off for ourselves,” she said, finally breaching that subject.

“What do you want to do?” you asked, and she knew the answer, she had no idea.

“I don't care as long as it's with you?” and that was the truth. You could spend the month and a half right here in Denver, only leaving the apartment to get groceries or things like that, and she’d be happy.

“Well now, we can't have that. Don't copy my answer,” you complained as you gently booped her nose for no reason whatsoever. And if you wanted to play that game so could she, as she lightly caught your finger between teeth before letting go, because you just went and pull her into you making her rest most of her upper body on top of you. You even went and slightly ruffled her hair and she just burst out laughing, prompting you to join her as well. For a moment both of you forgot about what you were talking about, having too much fun with each other. Jenna should have guessed you wouldn’t get any proper talking done today, you missed each other too much and you were too excited by being together like this. “Well, that works too, we can always figure it out later. For now, we can just relax.”

And Jenna agreed with that statement completely. There was another thing on her mind though. “I-“ she began, but changed her mind. Your mood was too good to risk ruining it over something that could be addressed later, but you caught it, of course you did, you were sometimes too attentive for her own good.

“Yeah?” you prompted her and when she didn't continue you tilted her head and looked her in the eyes. “Don't hold anything back from me, Love,” you whispered so softly.

“It can wait, it's OK,” Jenna tried to reassure you, only for you to shake your head.

“No time like the present. I can see it's bothering you, and I don't want that to last until the morning,” you caught her, you absolutely caught her.

“I told my parents filming got delayed, we have a week before they expect me to return. After that… I am not sure how to handle this. I mean, do I hide us from them, or should I just tell them?” and you contemplated her words, taking a moment to think things through.

Finally, you spoke up. “I'll support you whatever you choose Jen. if you want to keep us a secret I'll be keeping it with you, and if you want to go and tell them, I'll once again be right there with you. Whenever you struggle, or when something makes you worried, I don't care how difficult it will be to do it, I'll be there for you to make it easier, no matter what,” you said and she just wondered how many times could she fall for you even harder than before. Every time she thought she must have reached her limit, and then she just fell even harder, again and again, knowing she’d keep falling for you for the rest of her life.

“You're incredible,” she made the decision, no matter what the reaction of her parents would be she would not hide you from them. She would hide this from the rest of the world, selfishly keeping you all to herself as much as she could, but she would never deny you to her parents and family. “I'll tell them,” and you nodded completely supporting her in that decision.

And then it happened, a kiss turned into another make-out session and it took you to your bedroom, and it turned out it didn't even take her six hours to end up exactly the way Barbara said she would. There she was, with you, in your bed completely naked, lost in the throes of passion. She completely gave herself to you, giving you everything she had and making love to you.

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[shinylipglosss]

c r a z y i n l o v e

pairing: male reader x charles leclerc

summary: after meeting charles at a bar, the both of you manage to find yourselves in his suite at the hotel.

warnings: rough charles, blowjob, short fic, one night stand

spotify

Charles advanced slowly towards you, his large hand sliding to the small of your back. His body like a current pulling you in. Being irresistible was just one of his charms. The closer you both became the harder you were. You peered into his eyes, starstruck at the sight before you. His sharp features were etched with the whispers of humour and you had never seen anything more compelling.

That calm, commanding demeanour he had donned switched in the instant he cupped your ass. Slamming you into the wall and grabbing your leg, he whispered words that were lost to the blood rushing to your face. His tongue melted into yours, a twisted sort of lullaby that lulled you into intoxication. Your hands went to the nape of his head trying desperately to pull him closer despite the fact he couldn’t be. The wine from the night dulled all of your senses, but not this. This, him grinding hard against you, couldn’t possibly be dulled. In fact it was heightened. You felt every scratch of his stubble against your soft face, every quick catch of breath after he had plunged his tongue into the deep crevices of you. Charles lifted your trembling thigh to his hip, holding it in a way that only a true love could.

After what felt like years of tasting him, he finally shuffled out of his suit and struggled out of his pants. You kneeled down with a sly smirk on your face. “Let me help.” Perhaps Charles was just as enchanted as you, because he simply stood still and let you. Your eyes didn’t leave his for a single second as you slowly slid his zip down. Heat emanated from his pelvis, giving you a clear indication of how he felt about you. When you finally managed to get rid of his pants, the only thing left was his underwear. His member was already forcing its way out of them leaving a huge tent in its wake.

Dropping to the ground, you grabbed Charles’ naked leg and begin kissing upward to his thighs. You meticulously planted the seeds of what you could do to him as you did this. With each and every kiss you were rewarded with a grunt or a plea. Which only made you more confident in your skills. You couldn’t help but wonder what he looked like between his legs: was it large? Did it still have its natural skin? Was it the perfect fit for you?

All questions that were answered the second you finally gave in to Charles desperate begging and let his cock breathe. It bounced free and as if it reacted to your presence, jolted a bit when you looked. Pre-cum oozed from his tip, a volcano moments from exploding. You knew that your tongue was the only thing able to give him the pleasure he desired. So you revelled in it, savouring each moment between breaths were he thought you might finally taste him. After what you deemed as enough teasing, you started at the base of the thickness making your way up with kisses similar to the ones you had planted on his leg. But this time you didn’t stop. You went straight to his slick tip, engulfing it inside your warm mouth.

His cock tore slowly towards the back of your throat as you took each of his inches. His hand snaked cruelly to the crown of your head. The he forced your mouth to go further. Your vision blurred and your eyes watered, yet you couldn’t name a better experience. Your nose plunged into his shaven pubes, and you saw stars. You didn’t even notice when Charles’ hips buckled and he moaned your name under his tongue. You didn’t notice when his entire body agreed to let his seed flow through your clogged throat. But as soon as he pulled out of you, he rubbed your cheek and made sure you swallowed.

[jamiepaige]

Constant Companions Closeup #11: MACHINE LOVE

(also on bandcamp and spotify!)

Welcome back to the Constant Companions Closeups - a series of in-depth dives into the songs off of my latest album, Constant Companions! Yesterday was the title track, My Darling, My Companion, which means today is the final track on the album - a song about the truths that lay in hiding within artifice, and a computer falling in love - Machine Love!

Before we get started on this particularly long closeup - I'll be doing a follow-up post after this one, answering various miscellaneous questions I've gotten over the course of writing these! If you've got anything you wanna hear more from me about, album-related or otherwise, feel free to reply to this post or send me an ask! It may very well end up part of the bonus closeup :~)

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Let's circle back to the very first track, Dyad.

In that track's closeup, I mentioned the main sonic touchstones of this release relative to my previous ones being guitars and vocal synths. The whole guitar rock thing I think I've gone into detail enough about, what with all the inspirations I've rattled off in other posts, but there likely is still a burning question for some long-time listeners.

Why vocal synths? Why am I not singing on like half of this album? I thought you were a singer, Jamie Paige, so what is this Hatsune Miku robot Vocaloid crap?

Truth be told, the Vocaloid scene and community has always been a massive source of inspiration for me. So much of my favorite music ever, music that inspires me or touches my heart or makes me go apeshit, has been sung by synthesized vocalists in a language I don't even speak. I grew up with it, and it's grown up with me - music just as intricate, mind-boggling, twisted, fun, and ridiculously creative is being put out every single day by vocal synth producers, and nowadays it's coming from English speaking musicians in droves!

Before this year began, I'd made at least one major contribution to the culture, but in spite of my genuine adoration of everything vocal synth related, I felt like I was just looking in from the other side. Caught between worlds, existing outside of any communities, simply gesturing vaguely towards what I wanted to do.

But I wanted more! I wanted to make the same kinds of things that stirred my heart and made me want to write! I wanted to sing with those same voices! I wanted it to be true - to be like you!

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I won't lie to you and tell you Kasane Teto has always been my favorite vocal synth. That title used to go to GUMI, and in general, I wasn't particularly attached to any UTAU voicebanks as a younger vocal synth fan. (Nowadays, I genuinely open up OpenUTAU just as much as SynthV because I've fallen deeply in love with Adachi Rei, but that's a story for my next album.) Obviously, I knew of Teto, and found her presence in things like Triple Baka delightful, but for the most part, she was mostly something of an oddity, a wayward piece of vocal synth history that had her Fans like any other.

However, there was one Teto song I've been inexplicably attached to since the moment I first heard it - Song of the Eared Robot, by nwp8861. I was introduced via this particular cover, which I love, but I quickly gravitated to the original. Something about the warbly, childish nature of her very first voicebank, the ambitiously orchestrated and unabashedly digital instrumental, the lyrics referencing fundamental frequencies and Markov chains and compiling code all just spoke to me!

That song stuck with me, laying in a part of my heart that had been collecting dust, all the way to April of 2023.

Now, yes, Teto wasn't always my favorite, and I had other vocal synths I was attached to, but I don't live under a rock, and I still understood how monumental the announcement of Kasane Teto's Synth V voicebank was - to the point that I interrupted a call full of FFXIV-playing friends who knew barely anything about vocal synths and gave them an impromptu TED talk because I was so excited.

(An excerpt of a summary of that night's events, written the morning after. i was up my own ass a little bit but in my defense Kasane Teto had just been announced for Synthesizer V)

I was watching, in real time, a dream made manifest. It's literally one of the Bits with Teto! That she'd be a Vocaloid one day too! And here she was, on the fan favorite engine, sounding genuinely fucking incredible. Especially in hindsight, it's such a beautiful and perfect twist of fate for her.

I saw myself in her. A weird little outcast, explosively reborn and thrust straight into a community's open arms with love. I wanted it to be true - To be like that, too.

It didn't fully hit until later, hearing another cover of a song I'd almost forgotten.

Machine Love, my love letter to the entire world of unbridled creativity and artistry surrounding vocal synths filtered through one sentimental little song, was fully written by the start of May, maybe 4 days after I had gotten my hands on Teto SV and long before a certain compilation album was even a glint in my eye.

If you haven't heard DAEMON/DOLL yet, you really, really, really should go listen to it - yes, I mastered this album, many of my friends and collaborators are featured, and I have two entire songs on it, but I genuinely mean it when I say I believe it's some of the best fucking music that's come out this year in general. In many respects, it also feels like a companion (hah) to Constant Companions.

I had finished writing Machine Love by this point, but it was working on this album in its entirety - discovering artists like Anh Duy, Eggtan, and beat_shobon through it, and hearing everyone in top form making this twin-drilled chimera fucker sing her heart out - that not only made me confident in my decision to go down this artistic path, but that made me fall completely in love with Kasane Teto. And honestly, how could I not? She feels like a microcosm of everything that makes vocal synths so special, this community of creatives all leaving their marks and touchstones along the trail of a great big shared folk mythos. Yeah, maybe the folk hero we're all collectively mythologizing is an anime girl, but yknow maybe Odysseus could take some branding cues from hatsune miku idfk

Basically, even if he says he wants to kill me, I owe fucking everything to rice for inviting me to work on DAEMON/DOLL.

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On that note, my vision for Machine Love's MV was pretty clear from the beginning.

the actual factual setup for the above shot, which was done entirely in-camera with my laptop, a tv, and two video files manually synced using VLC

The fundamental idea was always there - live-action shots of animation playing back on various screens, edited together to feel somewhat seamless. However, I really struggled with what exactly was going to be on said screens for a while; Big commissions were very far out of my budget, but I knew this song needed something grandiose.

Ultimately, what I arrived at was exactly the kind of scrappy, DIY bullshit it was always meant to be.

I asked my Twitter mutuals for help. And spent a couple months in Final Cut Pro and Apple Motion hell turning all the Teto art I got into a bunch of tiny little mini MVs, some of them parodying real vocal synth MVs, some of simply just evocative of vocal synth MVs, all of them painstakingly edited by yours truly and filmed with the help of some friends over the next couple months across two states and many more cities just to be painstakingly edited and synced up again by yours truly.

THE NEXT MV I DO WILL BE SMALLER IN SCOPE

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And with that, I believe that's the album!

There's a reason it ends with Machine Love, and not with the title track. I do think that in some respects My Darling, My Companion would have made a better closer, but that song only really resolves one of the thematic strands running through the album.

There isn't really a definitive answer to the specific question "Baby, do you know what you wanna hear?", but it evokes a theme running through the entire album - wanting something, knowing that you want something, and simply needing to find the courage to do it or say it or be it. My Darling, My Companion is in many ways a declaration of intent, an acceptance of what needs to happen, but Machine Love, to me, is that action being done. The words being said!

And now, if I may give this a somewhat selfish tint - with the explosive response my works from this album have gotten, my contributions to things like DAEMON/DOLL and Flavor Foley, the collaborations I've done and that I still have in the pipeline, the friends I've made and the community I've found a spot for myself in, and the newfound voices that I can lay my heart bare with -

Well, shit, I know what I wanna hear, and I've gotten to hear it. I'm a vocaloP. It's real!

Thank you all so goddamn much for reading and listening. I'll see you back here either tomorrow or Monday for the bonus AMA post thing!! Make art and be gay, motherfuckers.

❤️💚

[saebyeokbliss]

JUST MEET ME AT THE APT.— K. SAE-BYEOK

CHAPTER THREE

synopsis: managing a rising rock band is already chaotic enough, but when you're stuck touring with four reckless musicians, things get even messier. between late-night facetime calls, teasing that feels a little too knowing, and a certain guitarist who might just be your biggest problem, keeping things professional is getting harder by the second. but hey, no one said the music industry was easy.

warnings: mutual pining, intense eye contact, teasing that borders on flirting (or maybe it is flirting), friends who refuse to mind their business, late-night facetime calls, secondhand embarrassment, slow burn that burns, emotional whiplash

playlist: spotify

The second you walked into the suite, you knew something was up.

Ji-Yeong and Se-Mi were practically vibrating with excitement, bouncing on the couch like kids on too much sugar. No-Eul was smiling—small, but definitely there—and Sae-Byeok was leaning against the counter, arms crossed, smirking like she knew something you didn’t.

You raised a suspicious eyebrow, setting your bag down. "What’s going on?"

Se-Mi practically launched herself at you, grabbing your shoulders. "We got it."

You blinked. "Got what?"

Ji-Yeong grinned so wide you thought her face might split. "Coachella."

Your brain short-circuited. "What?"

No-Eul nodded, her voice calm but her eyes shining. "We’re playing at Coachella."

Your mouth fell open. "Are you serious?"

Sae-Byeok finally spoke, her smirk widening. "Dead serious. Official invite. Main stage."

A rush of adrenaline shot through you. Coachella was huge—one of the biggest music festivals in the world. This was the kind of gig that solidified a band’s place in the industry.

You stared at them in disbelief. "You guys are playing Coachella."

Ji-Yeong grabbed your hands, shaking them wildly. "We’re playing Coachella! And you can finally come with us!"

And that was when it really hit you.

For so long, you had been stuck watching from the sidelines—handling their schedules, organizing their travel, making sure they were taken care of while they toured. But whenever they went overseas, you had to stay behind, thanks to never having your passport.

But now?

Now, you could go with them.

A grin spread across your face. "Holy shit."

Se-Mi laughed, pulling you into a tight hug. "It’s about time, sweetheart. You think we’d leave you behind for this?"

No-Eul chuckled. "We probably would’ve smuggled you in if your passport wasn’t ready."

You laughed, overwhelmed by the sheer excitement radiating from all of them. This was huge—not just for them, but for you, too.

Sae-Byeok, still leaning against the counter, watched you with that unreadable expression of hers. Then, with the smallest tilt of her head, she said, "Guess you’ll get to see what all the chaos is like up close."

You met her gaze, something warm settling in your chest. "Yeah," you said softly. "Guess I will."

And for the first time in a long time, it finally felt like you weren’t just managing their dreams.

You were living them with them.

The moment you stepped off the plane, reality hit you all over again.

You were here. In the U.S. With them.

The air buzzed with excitement as you and the girls made your way through the airport, dodging paparazzi flashes and excited fans who had already caught wind of their arrival. Security kept things moving smoothly, but even with all the chaos, you could tell—this was big.

Coachella was days away, and HOT DIVISION had officially arrived.

After settling into the luxury hotel that the festival organizers had arranged for the band, you were all given an invitation from one of the event’s biggest sponsors.

It was an exclusive, pre-festival dinner at one of LA’s fanciest restaurants—an opportunity to meet other artists, network, and, most importantly, eat really good food.

The only catch?

It was formal attire only.

Ji-Yeong had groaned upon hearing the words dress code, while Se-Mi had immediately started planning her outfit like it was a life-or-death situation. No-Eul, as always, had been effortlessly cool about it, claiming she had something “decent enough” to wear.

And you?

You had been waiting for an excuse to pull out the cutest dress you owned.

When the time finally came to get ready, the suite was filled with the usual pre-event chaos. Ji-Yeong was styling her hair last-minute, Se-Mi was debating between two different pairs of heels, and No-Eul was calmly fixing her tie in the mirror.

You, however, were putting the finishing touches on your outfit.

The dress you had chosen was perfect—elegant but playful, hugging your figure in all the right places without being too much. It was a soft, silky material that moved effortlessly with you, and you couldn’t help but admire yourself in the mirror.

"This is so unfair," Se-Mi groaned from across the room.

You turned, confused. "What is?"

She gestured at you dramatically. "How the hell do you look that good? We’re all out here struggling, and you just—pull that out like it’s nothing?"

Ji-Yeong, now fully dressed and leaning against the doorframe, smirked. "Yeah, seriously. Who are you trying to impress?"

You rolled your eyes. "I just wanted to look nice!"

No-Eul hummed in agreement as she grabbed her blazer. "Well, mission accomplished."

You laughed, shaking your head. "Alright, are we ready to go?"

"Almost," Se-Mi muttered, still fussing over her accessories.

It was then that you noticed the one person who hadn’t said anything.

Sae-Byeok.

She had gone quiet the moment you stepped out of your room, and now—now she was staring.

Not the usual, subtle glances she sometimes threw your way.

No, this was different.

Her dark eyes dragged over you slowly, taking in every inch of how the dress fit you, how it accentuated your curves, how effortlessly beautiful you looked.

And there, in her gaze, was something new.

Something heated.

Something hungry.

Your breath hitched slightly under her intense stare, and when your eyes met hers, she didn’t look away. Didn’t even try to hide the way she was devouring you with her gaze.

For a moment, it felt like the entire room had disappeared.

Like it was just the two of you.

Like she was imagining things she shouldn’t be thinking about right now.

Then, as if snapping out of it, she cleared her throat and looked away, shoving her hands into the pockets of her suit pants.

"You—" she started, voice slightly rougher than usual. She swallowed, then tried again. "You look nice."

Nice.

Nice?

That was all she was going to say after looking at you like that?

Before you could question it, Ji-Yeong wiggled her eyebrows. "Just nice?"

Sae-Byeok shot her a sharp look. "Don’t."

Se-Mi smirked. "Oh, I’m gonna enjoy tonight."

You, on the other hand, were still trying to process the fact that Kang Sae-Byeok—the Kang Sae-Byeok—had just undressed you with her eyes and then played it off like it was nothing.

This dinner was going to be interesting.

The restaurant was the kind of upscale that made you second-guess whether you belonged there. Dim lighting, sleek decor, and a sea of well-dressed artists, producers, and industry elites filled the space, all sipping expensive wine and discussing upcoming performances.

But the second HOT DIVISION walked in, heads turned.

And for good reason.

Se-Mi and Ji-Yeong had decided to match, both donning sharp, tailored suits—Se-Mi in a deep burgundy and Ji-Yeong in navy blue, looking like a chaotic yet stylish power couple despite not actually being together. No-Eul, ever the picture of effortless cool, wore a sleek black pantsuit, minimal yet elegant.

And then there was Sae-Byeok.

Dressed in an all-black suit, the fit perfectly tailored to her frame, she looked absolutely lethal. The black-on-black combination, the crisp lines, the way the jacket hugged her shoulders—it was unfair, really.

And yet, despite how breathtaking she looked, her attention wasn’t on anyone else in the room.

It was on you.

You couldn’t count the number of times you’d caught her staring since you left the hotel. That same heated, lingering gaze from earlier, dark eyes following your every move like she was keeping track of you.

But you weren’t about to let yourself get lost in that right now.

This was an opportunity for the band, after all. Networking was part of the game.

Even if a certain someone was making it very hard to focus.

The Socializing (and the Stealing Back)

You had just gotten into a conversation with a few industry people—some festival coordinators, a couple of fellow artist managers—when you felt it.

The presence.

Sae-Byeok had been across the room a few minutes ago, talking with No-Eul and some producers, but now?

Now, she was right behind you.

You barely had a second to react before she smoothly slid into the conversation, standing close—too close.

“Hey,” she said, her voice low, casual. “Can I steal you for a second?”

You blinked up at her, slightly startled. “Oh—I was just—”

“She’ll be right back,” Sae-Byeok said, offering the group a polite but firm nod before gently grabbing your wrist and pulling you away.

You barely managed to throw an apologetic smile over your shoulder before she led you toward a quieter corner of the venue.

“Sae-Byeok,” you said, raising an eyebrow. “What was that?”

She let go of your wrist, shoving her hands in her pockets, expression unreadable. “What?”

You crossed your arms. “You just pulled me away from an important conversation.”

She exhaled through her nose, looking slightly irritated—but not at you. More like at the situation itself.

“You’ve been talking to them for twenty minutes,” she muttered.

You frowned. “Yeah? That’s kind of the point of this dinner?”

Her jaw tensed for a second, eyes flickering over you before she finally sighed.

“…You’re finally here,” she murmured, almost too quiet to hear.

Your breath caught slightly.

She wasn’t looking at you now, gaze fixed somewhere over your shoulder, but the weight of her words settled deep in your chest.

You were here.

For the first time, you weren’t sitting back in some office, waiting for updates, managing details from afar.

You were with them. With her.

And now that she had you here, it was like she wasn’t willing to share you.

Something warm bloomed in your stomach.

Slowly, you softened. “Sae-Byeok…”

She finally looked at you again, and for the first time tonight, she wasn’t trying to mask anything.

There was something raw in her expression—something possessive, something wanting.

Something that made your pulse spike.

You swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of how close she still was.

“…You could’ve just asked for my attention, you know,” you teased, trying to lighten the mood, even as your heart pounded.

Sae-Byeok smirked, but there was something dangerous underneath it.

“Yeah?” she murmured, tilting her head slightly. “Would you have given it to me?”

Your breath hitched.

Because yes.

Yes, you would have.

And she knew it.

Before you could respond, Ji-Yeong’s voice suddenly rang out from across the room.

“Hey! Lovebirds! They’re bringing out dessert, let’s go.”

You both snapped out of whatever moment that was, stepping apart quickly. But the heat in Sae-Byeok’s eyes didn’t fade.

And neither did the way your skin still burned where she had touched you.

This trip was going to be dangerous.

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[dgaftilwedie]

namgyu headcanons pt 1!!!!!

here are some silly goofy headcanons i have abt my favorite stupid idiot (affectionate) :3 i love namgyu so so so much... i literally have like 20 pages worth of headcanons that i want to post about him so TRUST... there will be so much more where this came from

first and foremost, BISEXUAL. yes, i am projecting. no, i don't care :3

he needs glasses but he refuses to wear them because he thinks they look lame as fuck

his hair used to be a lot longer but it got hard for him to manage so he chopped it all off and gave himself his signature fuckass bob

namgyu gets really cold really easily. his hands are the first thing to freeze up during the winter, but he hates wearing gloves, so he buys all of his hoodies a size or two up so they dangle over his hands more

his love language is obviously physical touch. it helps to ground him when he's feeling anxious (which is like, a lot)

he spends a lot of time gaming when he can. he's an avid rhythm game fan. he's really good at them, like, scarily good. he also plays games like gta v, postal 2, and mortal kombat. every now and then, he caves and plays fortnite with gyeongsu (who is constantly begging him) and it's fucking hilarious the way he's screaming every five seconds about how him and gyeongsu are in sweat lobbies

namgyu gets scared very easily but he LOVES scary things. scary games, scary movies... stuff like that

he likes to make really shitty raps and then beg thanos to use them in his songs

we've seen his tattoos... i just feel like he'd also really like piercings!! his right nostril has a hoop, his left eyebrow is pierced (it rejected the first time so he had to get it redone), his tongue is definitely pierced. he has three lobe piercings (two on the left, one on the right), two of which are stretched to about 00g. he has an industrial in his right ear and helix in his left. also a prince albert I MEAN WHAT WHO SAID THAT

he's also been considering getting a lip piercing for a while but he isn't sure what would suit him best

he LOVES his gold jewelry so much... he thinks it looks expensive

when his hair is like, freshly washed, it's SO soft. like almost velvetty

he physically cannot stand still. he's constantly moving around, shifting his weight between his feet, bouncing around, making noises and/or mumbling under his breath, looking around for something more interesting

has literally the cutest sneezes. you'd think he's a fucking kitten. he HATES it because everybody he knows (except for minsu) teases him about it

HE WAS A SLIME KID.

his favorite food is teriyaki chicken skewers

he also really likes the flavor of coconut, but he hates the texture, so he usually just sticks to drinking coconut water

he smells like dark chocolate, wet autumn leaves, and cigarettes

on the contrary, he tastes like gummy bears

he gets very giggly when he's high. everything becomes a game to him and he can't take anything seriously.

namgyu gets so fucking angry at advertisements, especially for things like spotify or youtube premium. he'll yet at the ads and then either begrudgignly pay for whatever premium service is being offered (but in like, an angry, spiteful way) or he'll delete the app until he remembers that he needs it

he has a pet betta fish that he named after minzy from 2ne1

namgyu seems very douchey on the outside (and i mean, he kind of is), but he's completely different towards the people he loves. he's a lot softer, sweeter, gentler... kind of like a skittish cat. he doesn't like being around people until he does, yknow?

speaking of cats, namgyu is VERY catlike. sleeps a lot during the day, gets very sudden bursts of energy, follows people around, cocks his head to the side when he's interested or curious about it... he won't admit it, but he also loves when people scratch his head

he didn't learn how to drive until he was 22 and almost immediately got his license revoked for a DUI. he got it back but he usually just walks places now. when he does drive, however... he drives with one hand on the steering wheel. the other one is usually hanging out the window with a cigarette pinched between his fingers

namgyu does not give two flying fucks how hot it is outside. he has this one specific black zip-up hoodie that he NEEDS with him at all times.