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hysteria-things · 1 year ago

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read chris’s here

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: okay so long story short i was going to post the next part of promise last night but i got home from work, watched a movie, and passed out LMAO i never sleep well at night so your girl was tired🤣

i finished this today so i’m posting it now and then promise part three later! sorry for the wait :)

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

matt turns into a completely different human during aftercare. you guys would be done after a rough session and he’ll immediately ask if you’re okay at least a billion times and will get you anything you need.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

his hands. will always be moving them on your body, and he knows you love it. if you guys are out in public or hanging out with friends he’ll still have a hand on you at all times.

a sucker for your tits. if you wear a tank top or a dress that shows cleavage he’ll be staring nonstop, especially when they bounce. will also play with them when you guys are alone.

“HONK HONK!”

“seriously?”

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

uses a condom but when he doesn’t, he’ll pull out and cum on your tits. if you’re on your knees, then he’ll cum on your face. he enjoys cumming on your body, to say the least.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he’s the dominant one but wishes you’d be more dominant with him. you’ve done it a few times, but deep down he wants to be submissive to you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

let’s be honest, he was a virgin when he met you. he’d never put himself out there but when you came into the picture something clicked in him and made him more confident in himself. he didn’t know what he was doing at first but learned quickly.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

he’s a cowgirl boy. the way your tits bounce in front of his face drives him up a wall. if not, then he’ll do missionary. more specifically where your legs are propped over his shoulders.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

matt knows you like his humor, so he’s not afraid to tell some jokes. you feel safe and comfortable when he goofs around a little.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

same as chris — not clean shaved but trimmed.

also doesn’t care if you have hair or not, but likes it when you have some just a little more.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

no matter if you’re going rough or not, he’ll always hold you skin-to-skin and whisper sweet nothings into your ear. it drives you crazy when you feel his whispers against you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

one time you left a pair of your panties at his house, and he keeps them in his underwear drawer. when he needs to relieve himself, he’ll grab them and he’ll jack off to it.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

LOVES when you mark him. finds it so hot when you scratch up his back or leave hickeys on his neck to let everybody know you’re his.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

definitely the bedroom. he’s not the type to do anything in public, so either one of your rooms is the best bet. he’s a pretty private guy.

honorable mention is the minivan!

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

when you send him nudes. he could be filming a vlog or car video when he gets a message from you, and he’ll put the video on hold to speed over to you.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn-offs)

this was a little hard, but i think anal. for some reason, he finds it weird and also thinks that he’ll hurt you during it. just not his cup of tea.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

although he is matt the munch, when you suck his dick it sends him to another universe. loses his marbles the moment you put your mouth around him and when you overstimulate him.

his skill is top-tier; can eat you out for as long as he feels like it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he will go fast and rough if you tease him too much or if you’re acting like a brat, but other than that he’s in between. going hard to feel himself deep inside you, but will go slow at the same time.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

not too often, but if you guys are hanging out with friends at his/your house he’s not shy to take you to the bedroom (or bathroom) for a few.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

is a little skeptical when you ask to try something new, but will still experiment because he wants to see what makes you happy.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

like one LMAO he’s not the type to keep going after you orgasm for the first time. once you guys cum, you’re both pretty satisfied as it is.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

like chris, he doesn’t own any but you do. if you’re the dominant one at the moment, you’ll tease his tip with a vibrator to make him squirm and moan your name😇

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he’s not much of a teaser in the relationship but you are. especially when you’re super horny, you’ll tease the crap out of him no matter what you guys are doing. you just want him to fuck the shit out of you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

BOY IS A WHIMPERER AND MOANER. if he’s not dirty-talking, he’ll bury his head into your neck and whimper about how good you feel wrapped around him. when he’s close, his moans will become more rapid.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

if he’s playing video games, he’ll let you cockwarm him. it’s a fun little game he likes to play with you. his one rule is to not move, but if you do, he’ll bend you over the desk while you play the game for him. you lose every time.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

looks lanky but has a decent build. when his body tenses as he’s fucking you, you see his toned muscles more clearly.

not as big as chris, but is more lengthy. i said what i said.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

not as high as yours LOL. you wish you could fuck all the time, but he’ll have sex if the both of you are in the mood.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

no matter how tired he is, he’ll make sure your needs are fulfilled before falling asleep. he doesn’t want to leave you hanging. when he does go to sleep, he’ll wrap his arms around you and cuddle until you guys wake up.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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tmnthellyeah · 10 months ago

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Who Said I Love You First?

The first of many headcanons and other drabbles for our boys

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Leo

You definitely said it first

However, he FELL in love with you first

Leo's a very tough guy to read

He shows his love more than says it

An obvious gentleman through and through

Raph

Our Raphie boy said it first

You wouldn't think so

It definitely came out of his mouth without thinking

It was very sweet and unexpected, but of course, you returned his love in kind

He'll be over the moon that you feel the same way

Donnie

With Donnie, it would be you

He's just too nervous to express how he feels

Once you say it...

He will say it every. single. day

He'll do anything to reciprocate

Mikey

Obviously, he would say it first

He can't help it

It will be nonstop. He shows it physically and expresses it verbally

Especially in front of EVERYBODY in the lair

He's just a lovable goof and loves YOU unconditionally

#tmnt #tmnt 2016 #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt headcanons

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roosterforme · 1 year ago

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Always Ever Only You Part 30 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley's excitement over the first set of ultrasound photos is unparalleled. He has never been so happy and so overwhelmed in his life, but at times he feels ill equipped to process everything that's happening. And the last thing he wants is to make you feel like he's growing tired of you.

Warnings: Swearing, smut, pregnancy topics, doctors, angst, fluff

Length: 6600 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order. Always Ever Only You masterlist. Gorgeous banner by @mak-32

Bradley wanted to be able to explain it to you, but he wasn't really sure he could. Sitting in the waiting room with you and anticipating an ultrasound to see the baby was honestly more than he ever thought he could have. You were more than he ever thought he deserved, and you wanted him anyway. But a baby?

He barely had a baseline to build off of. His dad died when he was young enough that he only had a handful of fleeting memories. The sound of a laugh. Two big hands lifting him up when he fell. A lullaby sung softly as he drifted off to sleep. Besides the photos that you and he collected from his storage unit and the stories his mom recounted when he was younger, that's all he had.

But he could practically hear his mom telling him how excited Nick Bradshaw was to be a dad. Bradley could remember the joy in her voice whenever she told him about the way she would catch father and son goofing off together. She was adamant that Bradley cried almost nonstop the first day his dad was gone for a deployment. And now Bradley desperately wished he could remember these little details that made up their relationship. Because soon, god willing, he was going to be on the other side of things: the parent who loves goofing off and singing, but who also gets deployed and causes tears to fall.

It was all too overwhelming for him to put into words, but as he laced his fingers with yours, he knew he didn't have to figure out how to do everything all at once.

"Are you nervous?" you asked.

Bradley looked at your open expression and immediately felt better. Talking through things and sharing his thoughts was the best way to keep from driving himself crazy while also letting you know how important you were. "Excited," he replied, kissing your cheek and ear. "Just really fucking excited. I've been thinking... about starting a notebook. Kind of for the baby? Like how sometimes I like to write down what I'm thinking and feeling for myself."

He still felt silly at times for sharing the notebooks with you, but you nodded with a little smile on your lips. "I love your deployment notebooks. I love what you wrote about me."

He reached for you and kissed you without hesitation. "I think I want the baby to be able to read about how much I was looking forward to meeting them. When they're older, I mean. They can read about how I feel like my heart is going to pound out of my chest right now. And how I can't wait to hold them and give them a name. All about how much I love their mom."

Bradley let you bury your face against his neck. It didn't feel like you were hiding from him so much as giving him a taste of the kind of response he'd get if the two of you were alone. "I like that idea." You kissed the side of his neck and said, "I adore you, Roo. You'll be the best daddy."

Bradley almost laughed when you jolted in your seat after the nurse called your name. "Come on back, you two," she said with a smile. "Hopefully mom and dad can leave with some new family photos."

"Holy shit," Bradley replied, palms suddenly sweaty. Baby photos. He was on his feet in an instant, ready to go. And maybe this was what his dad felt like. Perhaps his parents didn't know what they were doing either, but rather they just counted themselves lucky to go along for the ride. He wished one of them had left him a notebook.

You were smiling up at him as he reached for your hand again, and your fingers felt sure and steady all wrapped up with his. "I'm excited, too," you whispered, answering your own question from earlier while he ran his thumb along your rings. "And maybe a little nervous."

"I'm right here," he promised as the two of you followed the nurse into a room filled with equipment. "I'm not going anywhere."

He kissed you and then begrudgingly let go of your hand when the nurse gave you a hospital gown to change into. As she left the room with the promise that your doctor would be in shortly, Bradley dragged his palms across his khaki covered thighs as he sat down and watched you change. Even though you were suffering from near constant nausea, he thought you looked incredible. Your face was glowing, and you kept looking at him with adoration in your eyes.

"Jesus," he grunted when you removed your bra. Was it possible that today he was the hornier one for once? "Sweetheart. Your tits," he whispered as he ran a hand over his face while you giggled. "Unreal." Then your underwear went sliding down your legs, and he reached down to help you out of them. "Hand me the gown," he told you as he folded your underwear across his knee.

You slipped into the gown when he held it open for you, and then you stood between his legs while he secured the ties and kissed you through the fabric. Your laughter filled the small room, and when the doctor walked in, she found you sitting on Bradley's lap while he ran his knuckles gently across your belly.

"I'm Dr. Morris," she said, shaking hands with you as you stood and then reaching for Bradley's. "I love it when partners show up for appointments, too. It's a lot more fun."

He watched Dr. Morris help you up onto the table, immediately missing your warm body next to his. "I plan on being here for every appointment unless I'm deployed." Your smile faltered a little bit at his words, so he added, "And even then, I'd steal a jet and fly in for a few hours. This is that important to me."

Your smile was restored and then some. Bradley scooted the chair a little closer when you reached for his hand as Dr. Morris started to ask you some questions and enter them into the software. "Do you recall when you last menstruated? I'd like to calculate a due date assuming we find a healthy fetus."

Once you told her the date of your last period, Bradley blurted out, "Why wouldn't it be healthy?"

Now he had two pairs of eyes on him as you squeezed his sweaty hand. "It's very early," Dr. Morris said. "Complications are more likely to occur in the first trimester than in the second or third. And your wife is just between seven and eight weeks along based on her cycle."

"Oh," Bradley said, swallowing hard. You'd tried to tell him all of this information before, letting him know it was too early to inform your parents or Nat or any of your other friends. But it felt somehow wrong coming from someone else. He didn't like this information when it was laid out before him in the exam room.

"It's okay, Roo," you told him, a sweet smile still on your face. So he nodded and watched your lips and the curve of your cheek as you answered a few more questions and asked about prenatal vitamins.

Then eventually Dr. Morris said the only words Bradley really wanted to hear right now. "Let's see what we can find with the ultrasound."

He was sitting on the edge of his seat, elbow leaning on the exam table as he gripped your hand for dear life. As excited as he'd been, now he was on the verge of being sick. What if he'd been too rough with you in bed? What if the football at the beach really did hit you in the wrong spot? What if all of the vomiting had been worse than either of you considered?

One thing was for certain. Bradley was going to love you no matter what, until his dying day. So he held onto your hand and kissed your knuckles as Dr. Morris squeezed lube onto a wand that looked a bit like one of the vibrators you had at home. "Is that for the ultrasound?" he asked, watching you spread your legs wider.

"Yes," the doctor replied, and a huge computer monitor lit up. "We need to get really up close at this stage to be able to see anything, so we're doing a transvaginal ultrasound today. The ones you're thinking of that use a paddle on the belly will come later."

"Right," he replied, and as soon as she slipped the wand inside you, he watched you purse your lips in slight discomfort. "You okay, Sweetheart?" he whispered, eyes glued to your face for any sign of pain. But your pinched expression melted away, and your lips parted softly as you sighed and stared at the computer monitor.

"Oh. Oh, Bradley! Look!"

When he turned toward the screen, he slowly stood as you pulled his hand closer to your body and held it with both of yours. Everything looked a little fuzzy at first, just some gray and black shapes. But then a cute little bean started to take shape as Dr. Morris adjusted the wand, and Bradley rasped, "Is that the baby?"

"Yes," she replied evenly, also watching the monitor. "And everything looks great."

Warmth spread through his entire body as Bradley huffed out a laugh while you giggled. He wasn't sure if his hand was shaking or if it was yours, but he leaned down and kissed your wrists before finding your lips with his. "That's our baby," he whispered, kissing you once more.

"It's adorable," you said, smiling nonstop. "Like a little bean, or a chicken nugget."

Bradley leaned on the table, keeping as close to you as he could. "I'm already so in love." He could feel tears in his eyes as Dr. Morris froze the screen. "Is it over?" he asked in a slight panic. In all honesty, he could happily spend the rest of the day right here with you and the baby, and he wasn't prepared to say goodbye yet.

"Just capturing some images," she reassured him. "Baby's first picture."

"Oh my god," Bradley groaned softly, and you ran your fingers through his hair as he ducked his head against your shoulder. "That's the first picture, Baby Girl."

"The baby looks just like you, Roo," you told him with a laugh, and he kissed you until the doctor cleared her throat.

"Let's see what we can find if we zoom in a little more."

With rapt attention once again, Bradley stared at the screen. It looked like the baby was bouncing around a bit, wiggling to an unknown song. "Is that movement good?" he asked. "And what's that little flickering spot?"

"Very good," she replied. "And the flickering is the heartbeat."

"The heartbeat?" That was inexplicably what threw him over the edge as a tear managed to squeeze its way down his cheek when he blinked. "Holy shit."

He just let his head rest against your chest and basked in the feel of your fingers in his hair as you whispered, "I love you." Bradley had no idea if you were talking to him or the baby. Or maybe both. Or maybe you loved Dr. Morris, because in this moment he certainly did as she snapped more photos. Maybe you loved everything right now just like he did.

"I love you, too."

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Bradley was falling apart as you ran your fingertips along his scarred cheek. Or perhaps he was completely keeping it together. You weren't really sure. He had some tears in his eyes even though he was smiling, and the two of you were holding onto each other.

"Do you want to listen to the heartbeat as well?" Dr. Morris asked, and the two of you responded at the same time.

"Yes!"

She laughed and adjusted the ultrasound wand inside you which was actually extremely uncomfortable, but you were starting to think Bradley would cry harder when she removed it. And then you heard it. Dr. Morris adjusted something on the control panel, and set a device on your belly, and you could hear the heartbeat.

"Why is it so fast?" Bradley asked, squeezing your hand. "That's like really fast."

Now your heartbeat was picking up, but Dr. Morris said, "One hundred and fifty two beats per minute. That's perfectly where it should be."

"Oh, okay," Bradley sighed, eyes transfixed on the monitor. "That's good then. That's a strong Bradshaw heartbeat right there. Can you take another picture? The nugget looks really cute like that."

You laughed and reached for him when she eventually shut off the equipment and removed the wand. At Bradley's request, she printed out enough copies of each image that you'd be able to give them to your parents, all of your friends and even Bradley's cousin Brenda in Virginia.

"This seems like overkill," you whispered as the printer just kept going and going.

"It's not," he promised. "I need all of them to wallpaper my locker and fill my helmet bag. Just a bunch of pictures of you and now the baby, too."

"We'll get more ultrasound photos at the next appointment. And the next one after that," you reminded him.

"Good. We'll have enough to wallpaper at home, too." Eased himself back down into the chair as you sat up a little bit while Dr. Morris cleaned up her workstation.

"When is the due date?" you asked suddenly.

"March 24th," she replied, and you and Bradley shared a smile. "Do either of you have any other questions for me?" she asked as she handed a massive stack of ultrasound photos to your husband who looked like he just won the lottery.

"When can we find out if it's a girl or a boy?" he asked, looking through the images with a crooked little grin on his face.

"In the second trimester," she assured him. "You'll make a special appointment for an anatomy scan."

You cleared your throat and said, "So... I've been really quite... I'm sure it's the hormones and everything, but I've been extremely aroused for the past few weeks." Bradley gave you a wide eyed look as you asked, "Basically, I want my husband around the clock right now, and I want to know if that's normal?"

He let out a strangled choking sound, and his cheeks started to flush pink as Dr. Morris said, "That's totally normal. Have at it."

You pressed your lips together before you quickly asked, "And rough is okay? Like pretty rough."

"Yep," she replied, completely unfazed by your words as Bradley looked like he wanted to run out of the room with his stack of baby pictures. "Anything else?"

A smile crept to your lips, one that Bradley would have probably found alarming if he were looking anywhere else except the door at the moment. "Actually, yes. I do have one more question for you, Dr. Morris. Based on the size of the baby and the date of my last period, can you tell me when you think the baby was conceived?"

"Sure," she replied, turning the monitor back on and scrolling through all of the information in your electronic file.

"You did not just ask her that," Bradley whispered, his voice deep with annoyance and maybe a little bit of desire as you grinned at him and bit your lip.

"I would say you probably conceived right around June 27th."

You squealed with delight as Bradley groaned. "Thank you so much, Dr. Morris. We'll see you again in a few weeks."

When she left the room, you hopped off the table and started to untie your gown, pausing to pump your fist in the air while Bradley held his forehead in his hand. "Okay, okay. You win," he whined as he laughed. "You win."

"I told you the baby was conceived in the Honda!"

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Later that night, Bradley kept reminding himself that Dr. Morris said rough sex was okay. That seemed to be the only way you wanted it as you got on all fours on the bed and said, "Fuck me hard, Daddy." And Bradley was never going to be one to deny his wife anything she asked for.

Beads of sweat were rolling down his face, occasionally dripping onto your back as he leaned over you. He was panting next to your ear as he went as hard as he could, fucking you until your knees buckled and he had to hold you up. "You know, I used to have a wife who liked it sweet sometimes. I wonder what happened to her?"

"You knocked her up," you gasped as he rubbed your clit with his fingers.

Fuck, he was getting close, and your words were not helping in the least. "Come on, Baby Girl. Come for Daddy."

A few more swipes of his fingers and a little more dirty talk, and you were coming. Holy hell, you were coming hard, which was a good thing, because Bradley needed a break. You released an unholy moan as your legs gave out again, and this time, he let you sink down to the bed as he grabbed his cock in time to come all over your ass and your back.

"Roo," you gasped as he painted you up, and you met his eyes over your shoulder. "That's so fucking hot!"

"I'm glad you think so," he grunted before he sprawled out on the bed next to you on his back. "I got nothing left in the tank, Sweetheart. Do not ask me for more tonight."

You crawled over to kiss his sweaty face and whispered, "You did so good," as you patted his abs adoringly. "You're already the world's best Daddy." Then you leaned down and cleaned his cum from the head of his cock with your tongue, and Bradley moaned as you climbed out of bed. "I'm going to shower and get ready for bed."

He raised his hand in a wave or surrender, he wasn't quite sure which. Forty-five minutes of nailing you until you screamed his name was the most intense workout he'd had in weeks. He needed to hit his home gym in the garage a little harder. Maybe he could invite Jake over to lift weights with him, and then he could sneak away and take a nap while you and Jake had one of your gossip sessions. That actually sounded pretty great.

Bradley managed to get out of bed long enough to let Tramp out and brush his teeth. By that point, you were getting out of the shower and drying yourself off, humming and sighing softly.

"I know what you're trying to do," he said with his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. "And it's not gonna work."

You looked at him with one eyebrow raised as you ran the towel across your chest. "I'm sorry. What exactly am I trying to do that's not going to work?"

He spit out his toothpaste and rinsed his mouth, sending a glare at you in the mirror. "Look at your fucking tits, Sweetheart. Now you're just flaunting them."

"I'm literally just standing here."

He shook his head and kissed your forehead as he walked past. "You know what you did."

When you slipped in bed next to him, he pulled you close while you laughed softly. You were wearing nothing except for his old UVA shirt, and when you curled up next to him, he pushed you gently onto your back. Then he yanked the shirt up and shimmied under the covers so his lips were next to your tummy.

He kissed up and down your side before laying with his cheek on your hip and one hand on your belly. "Listen kid, I don't know what you're doing in there, but I need you to chill, okay? Someday soon, you'll get to see how pretty and perfect your mommy is. Yes, I think about her all day long. Yes, I love her, but I can only take so much. Your old man is an old man."

You lifted up the covers, and Bradley felt your fingers in his hair. "No, you're not."

He kissed the spot just below your belly button before returning to his pillow. "I'll be close to thirty-eight when this little nugget arrives."

"That's not old."

When you curled up on him this time, he collected you in his arms. If you were surprised by his words, you didn't let on. "My dad died when he was twenty-nine. My mom died when she was forty-two. You're a bit younger than me, not that I mind. But my age is something I think about a lot. I'm older than all my friends. I like to be prepared for things before I jump into them. I like to feel out my surroundings. Except when it comes to you, apparently."

You snuggled in a little closer, voice soft as you asked, "What do you mean?"

Bradley kissed your fingers before lacing them with his in the dark bedroom. "I was all in with you as soon as you looked at me. Zero hesitation. No turning back."

You buried your face in his chest and moaned. "You can't just talk about me like that. It makes me insane for you," came your muffled voice, and Bradley laughed.

"I guess I never had any hesitation about us having kids either. And I'm just saying... it's nice to have time to think about the baby before the baby actually gets here. But I'm also in my head a lot right now about my parents and how much more flying I've got left in me and how I don't actually know how the fuck to take care of a baby."

"Bradley!" Your voice was scolding as you propped yourself up on him. "We're a team. And I wouldn't lie to you. You're not old, and I'm pretty sure nobody actually knows how to take care of a baby until they have one in front of them. Then you just kind of do it, I guess. The fact that you are so excited about this pregnancy is at least half of what's turning me on so much. You will be the best dad imaginable, because you love me so well, and I don't doubt you have more of that to give."

He was exhausted, and your words settled over him like something he could physically feel. "I really am so excited. Today felt like a dream. I just want to cover the whole house in the ultrasound photos, and I can't wait to get another smaller paper airplane tattoo."

He felt your fingers trace his tattoo in the darkness. You knew exactly where it was without guidance just like he knew exactly where yours was. "You'll get it right here? With the baby's name on it?"

"Yeah," he whispered, starting to feel like he was going to doze off.

"I have a question," you said, and he squeezed your hand softly. "Earlier you asked when we can find out if it's a boy or a girl."

He smiled at the hesitation in your voice. "What's your question?"

Bradley could feel your heartbeat against his body, and he thought about how he had been able to see and hear what the baby was doing just a few hours ago. The beautiful sound of that rapid heartbeat that belonged to his child.

"Do you care? If it's a boy or a girl?"

"No," he answered honestly. "Not one bit. I just care that it's ours."

"Me too. I'm happy either way." Your words sounded soft and dreamy, and he believed them.

"I love you both. Now let the old man sleep."

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The rest of the week felt like a bit of a reality check. You tried taking the prenatal vitamins from Dr. Morris, but you threw them back up almost instantly every single time. "Just skip them," Bradley said on Friday morning as you threw up in the toilet when you were trying to get dressed for work.

"I can't," you practically wailed. "They are supposed to keep me healthy so I can keep the baby healthy." You looked up at him from where you were sitting on the floor.

He sighed and checked the time. "Why don't you just stay home today? You're looking pretty green, and it's Friday anyway. Text Bickel."

Anger flared inside you. He was standing there looking nice and tidy in his khakis while you were on the floor turning yours into a wrinkly mess. And the reason for that was the fact that you had to deal with all of this shit. He just got to enjoy your libido while being excited about the baby. You really didn't want to start resenting him right now when you were leaving for Maryland soon.

"I can't just skip work on a whim like what I'm doing isn't important," you snapped. "I'm trying to get my presentation ready for Annapolis, in case you forgot you offered to help me with that."

He was on his knees in an instant with your chin in his hand. "Hey, that's not what I meant. I just don't want you overexerting yourself, especially since your work is important and you'll be traveling soon."

You still felt bitchy, even though he made you peanut butter crackers and took Tramp for a walk while you stayed curled up in bed for an extra twenty minutes. "That's right. I'll be gone for a week. I'm sure you're looking forward to having a break from the near constant sex."

You used the vanity to pull yourself to your feet while your stomach lurched, even though he was holding his hand out to help you. "Look at me," he demanded without touching you at all. You didn't want to, but you shifted your gaze to his face as he stood too. "If you really think that's true, then we have a serious problem. I'm going to assume that you feel the need to take your nausea out on me, and that's fine. I don't really mind. That's what I'm here for. But do not accuse me of ever wanting to be separated from you."

You pressed your lips together and just nodded as he leaned down to kiss your cheek. You didn't want to be away from him either, but you felt another wave of sickness rolling through your body.

"I need to go, Sweetheart. I'll stop and get you some of those ginger pills on my way home. Maybe they'll help. I love you."

After he left, you threw up again and fought the urge to throw the bottle of prenatal vitamins across the bathroom. Even now you were horny enough that you considered climbing back in bed with your vibrator to take the edge off, but you knew nothing would be as good as the real thing. And you'd have to apologize to Bradley before you could have that, and it would undoubtedly make you cry when you did.

When you finally made your way back out to the kitchen, you found more peanut butter crackers arranged on a plate in the shape of a heart with one of the ultrasound photos next to it. Tears welled up in your eyes, and you tried to call your husband, but it went to voicemail. You listened to his raspy voice before ending the call and texting him instead.

I'm sorry. If you want Marry Me Rooster for dinner, pick up some chicken along with the ginger pills.

After you tucked the ultrasound picture in the new Bronco, you spent your whole morning sitting quietly with Cat, the two of you going over each presentation slide with a fine tooth comb. "Is that calculation correct?" she asked, pulling out a calculator.

"It fucking better be. I did it myself. Months ago."

She looked at you with wide eyes. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," you lied, anxious that Bradley hadn't responded to your text. Two days ago, you were having the absolute time of your life with Dr. Morris, and now you wanted to scream. "Can we just finish this?" you said through gritted teeth as Cat checked your math which was obviously done correctly.

"That's what we're working on," she said smoothly, using her mom voice on you and making your nerves prickle. "Finishing the slides so we can spend next week practicing and getting our notes in order for all of these meetings and cocktail receptions."

The last thing you wanted to do right now was pretend you were drinking alcohol while trying not to vomit. Nothing about this trip to Annapolis seemed appealing. And you didn't want to have to try to hide your pregnancy from your parents if you drove to see them one night.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Cat asked, and you had to steel your spine as you nodded.

"I'm perfect." There was no point in making her mad at you when the two of you would be in close quarters for several days, so you rolled your shoulders and got back to work.

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Asking Jake if he wanted to workout actually wasn't the best idea Bradley had come up with recently. It would be nice to have someone to spot for him at the weight bench, but if you were making his favorite dinner, he'd rather spend the time with you.

"Fuck," he groaned as Jake followed him to the grocery store on his way home. Apparently he needed protein powder and didn't mind that Bradley had to stop for chicken. Of course now he had to try to discreetly grab the ginger pills that you wanted to try for your nausea.

It ended up being easier than he thought since Jake took fifteen minutes to decide which flavor of protein powder he wanted. He was still looking at them when Bradley went back to that aisle. "Are you almost done?"

Jake shot him a nasty look from where he was squatting at the bottom shelf. "Listen, it would go faster if I didn't get hit on constantly when I'm wearing my uniform."

Bradley rolled his eyes so hard, he was afraid he'd get a migraine. "Keep it in your fucking pants. I'll meet you at my house."

Jake grabbed a container and followed him to the registers. When they passed a hot sauce display, he grabbed one and handed it to Bradley. "Get this for Angel, and maybe you'll get laid. Sounds like you need it."

"It's literally the last thing I need," he mumbled, but paid for it anyway along with the ginger and the chicken. When Bradley slid his credit card back in his wallet, he saw the corner of the ultrasound image he had tucked in there last night. He unfolded it and took a peek as Jake paid for his powder. You were everything. And the baby was everything. And he should have been a little more patient with you this morning.

"You coming?" Jake asked, and Bradley shoved the nugget photo back inside his wallet before slipping it into his pocket.

You were already home, and Bradley parked the blue Bronco next to the red one. Jake came careening into the driveway, stopping about two inches from the back of the new Bronco. "Show her a little respect, okay?"

Jake snorted as he climbed out. "You literally fucked the other car to bits. I didn't do shit."

Bradley groaned as he walked inside with Jake on his heels. The first thing he saw was you in the kitchen, feeding Tramp a treat. You had on some skin tight yoga pants and a little shirt without a bra, and you turned to him and said, "Can we talk?" He opened his mouth to tell you that you could have any damn thing you wanted, and then you said, "Hi, Jake," with a look of surprise on your face. "I didn't know you were coming over."

"Hey, Angel," Jake crooned, walking into the kitchen and pulling you in for a tight hug. Shit, Bradley forgot to text you and let you know he wasn't going to be alone. "Didn't see you at lunch today."

"I worked through lunch," you replied, your eyes on Bradley. "Are you staying for dinner?"

"Nah, just going to lift weights out in the garage with Rooster for a bit. I'll be out of your hair after that."

"You can stay if you want," you told him, but he was already heading toward the hallway bathroom with his gym bag. "Why didn't you tell me he was coming over?" you whispered. "I'm not even wearing underwear, and you left one of the ultrasound photos on the fridge."

Bradley quickly pulled it down and stuck it in the freezer on his way to get to you. "I'm sorry. I meant to text you, but then I got in the Bronco and forgot." Tears welled up in your eyes; he should be used to this by now, but he was not. "If you're horny, I'll take care of you as soon as Jake leaves."

You scoffed at him. "It's not that. I don't just want that. I wanted to talk. You're not just a gigantic, walking dick to me."

Jake cleared his throat, and you and Bradley both turned to see him standing there in his gym clothes. "I'll meet you out in the garage," he said with a smirk. "Take your time."

"I'll just be a minute," Bradley called over his shoulder, but you'd already started to open the chicken he set on the counter. "Do you want to talk now?"

"No." Great. You were giving him one word answers now.

"Would you like me to get changed and get out of your hair?"

"Yes."

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As soon as Bradley walked through the sliding glass door and headed for the garage, you broke out in tears. What the fuck was your problem? You didn't mind if Jake was here or if he stayed for dinner. You didn't want to completely discourage Bradley from hanging up the nugget photo. You just couldn't control your emotions, and you had zero patience today. And you couldn't stop running to the bathroom to pee.

You decided to fill up some travel mugs with water and take them out to the guys to smooth things over. Tramp ran around in the grass as you walked across the yard, and you could already hear the two of them talking over their playlist as you approached the doorway.

"Is Angel's ass bigger now?" Jake asked, pointing to the dirty calendar that Bradley hung on the wall and strategically covered part of with a post-it note.

Your husband shook his head. "Stop staring at my calendar," he replied as he added weight to one side of the bar. "And stop talking about my wife's ass."

"She's in a feisty mood today. You probably didn't even need that hot sauce to get laid, old man." Based on Jake's response, you were pretty sure neither of them had seen you in the doorway yet as you stood there awkwardly.

Bradley's brow creased. "She's been a real handful, actually."

Jake hooted with laughter. "In the bedroom? Never mind, I don't want to know."

It took Bradley a few seconds to respond. "Can we talk about anything else other than my wife? Please? Literally any other topic would be great."

You turned on your heel and carried the waters back toward the house as soon as you heard Jake say, "Speaking of asses, you know who has a great one..."

They were out there for a full hour. You made what turned out to be perhaps the most incredible looking batch of Marry Me Rooster of your life while you stewed. Even your husband was already sick of you. Soon you'd gain so much pregnancy weight, your ass would probably be enormous. He'd probably have to close his eyes just to have sex with you.

You froze as you were putting the chicken onto a plate. What if he couldn't stand the sight of you with a belly at all? All stretched out and weird? Bradley had probably glorified it in his mind, but you knew it wasn't going to be all that appealing when you were nine months along in the middle of March with stretch marks galore. You were already bloated enough that Jake noticed.

You were turning and looking down at your body when they both came walking back inside, out of breath. "Smells good in here. Are these for us?" Bradley asked, pointing at the waters on the island.

"Yes," you whispered, afraid to meet his eyes. As soon as you heard his voice, you were horny again, but you didn't want to keep forcing him to have sex with you just because you couldn't help yourself.

Jake kissed you on the cheek, and when you told him he was welcome to stay for dinner, he said, "I'll take a raincheck. See you for golf on Sunday, Rooster," and headed out to his car.

"Do you think you can eat dinner?" Bradley asked you softly. When you turned away from him and nodded, he said, "You didn't have to wait for me if you were hungry. Do you want me to shower first?"

You burst into tears once again. "I don't know if I'm hungry. I don't ever know. Sometimes I just grow up. And I can't stop fucking crying! And I don't want you to be so sick of me that you'd rather talk about literally anything else with Jake, including someone else's ass."

"Whoa, whoa," he said quietly, spinning you around again. "I don't want to talk about anything else besides you, Sweetheart."

You shook your head and covered your eyes with your hands. "I tried to bring the waters outside. I heard you."

When you were pulled snug against his sweaty shirt, you felt slightly better. "Baby Girl. I was not about to get into a conversation with Jake about how I can barely keep up with you in bed. In order to keep my pride intact, I would at least want him to know you're pregnant if I'm admitting that you're wearing me out." He kissed the top of your head over and over.

"It feels like you're getting sick of me," you sobbed softly. "And you brought me hot sauce even though I can't eat it right now, and that made me so sad."

"I couldn't be less sick of you if I tried. I just needed to keep Jake off my back rather than let slip that you're pregnant, so I got the hot sauce. And it's completely my fault I forgot to tell you he was coming over, but I had a lot on my mind today."

"Like what?" you asked, inhaling how delicious he smelled even compared to the dinner you made.

"Like possible baby names and the look and feel of your pussy when I fuck you. Do you need me right now? Because I'm ready to go when you want me."

"So badly," you squeaked. "I'm sorry, Roo."

"Don't ever apologize again for wanting to have sex with me. I will be the one to apologize if I don't last as long as you need me to."

You nodded against him. "Well then I'll apologize for having a bad attitude."

"Do you need me to fuck the attitude out of you?"

"Yes, sir."

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Imagine how excited he'll be holding that baby in his beefy arms. Just stay calm, sweet Roo. The hormones won't last forever. Up next, we're going to Annapolis. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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winphoria · 1 year ago

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i like me better | jaehyun

with how busy your boyfriend has been recently, you'll take any precious moment you can get with jaehyun.

pairing: idol!jaehyun x reader

genre: fluff

429 words (she's a short lil imagine!)

"uh...a little privacy?"

you scowl at your boyfriend barging into the restroom as you're at the toilet mid-piss. to your mild frustration, he doesn't react.

jaehyun grabs his toothbrush and squeezes a blob of paste on it, brushing his teeth half-asleep.

saturday, 8:34 am.

you finish, grabbing some tissue then getting up to the sink. you give him a hip signaling to move out of the way so you can wash your hands. he complies, still brushing his teeth lazily in the mirror. it's probably been over a minute, why is this goof still brushing his teeth? you give him a questioning eyebrow raise. it's not like his perfect, pearly whites can get any more whiter.

it's a strange scene, really. you're still in his wrinkled, oversized cigarettes after sex t-shirt and he's shirtless but still wearing his pajama pants, toothpaste foaming at the edges of his mouth.

"you got anything scheduled today?" you ask him, scrubbing your hands with soap.

"mm-mm," he responds with a slight head shake before finally spitting and rinsing with water. he lifts his head, his hair bouncing then puts his hand through it. "just a recording sesh before dinner."

"hm." you hum in response, drying your hands on a towel.

he stands there, hands in his pockets, staring at the mirror. his shoulder slouches, and you can't help but also stare and rest your head on his shoulder. i mean, it was practically inviting you to. he gave an ever so slight smile at the gesture.

it's rare for him to enjoy his mornings like this. lately, his promotions have been nonstop, and he's almost always rushing early in the morning out the door, usually before you're even awake. his shuffling is loud enough for you to hear though, and by the time he comes to kiss your forehead right before he leaves, you're conscious enough to give him a groggy "i love you" or "good luck today, jae."

it's probably a good twenty seconds of staring at your reflections until the hum of a familiar melody interrupts the silence. your head feels the vibrations reverberate through his body and you soon recognize the tune.

he stops humming the intro and starts singing, but his tempo is slow and calming. his left hand leaves his pocket and wraps his arm around your waist.

"to be young and in love in new york city..."

you close your eyes, allowing yourself to find peace in these few stolen moments of his day. peace in his honey-like, melodic voice you know so well.

#jaehyun #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun fic #jung jaehyun #nct #nct imagines #jaehyun imagines #nct fluff #nct x reader #jaehyun x reader #nct 127 #nct scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop

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punkeropercyjackson · 6 months ago

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Reasons Stephanie Brown is black

Grew up alienated from other kids despite always being kind and openly friendly for no other reason they thought she was 'weird' even though she was never malicious

Unconventional,strong,bold yet soft femininity that gets mistaken for masculinity

Ex-kid genius with street cred beyond her years who was constantly talked down to by adults and treated as stupid

Hates authority and loves the people

Became a vigilante out of a very strong sense of community and a thirst to give privileged abusers their downfall so they couldn't get away with it

But genuinely understands the crime system and dosen't fall for dehumanization propaganda and fights for universal rights over moral purity

Punk but actually,a traumatized no filter mouth running post hardcore music jamming chunky boots bully beating energy drinks and bad for you food chugging underground shows/parties sneaking out to diy doing eco-friendly anarchist and not an Avril Lavigne white girl that only hangs around guys and other white girls and is sad and mopping and objectifies and infantalizes herself nonstop and rolls her eyes at intersectionality and politics talk

Usually has straight hair but her hair is huge as Robin(silk press/natural)

Prioritizes kids of color in her big sis adoptions/team mom-ing i.e Nell,Damian,Tiffany and Maps

Mama's girl with motherly trauma but a big grip onto what made her mom that way and they work things out with her mom genuinely improving as soon as she can

Cycle breaker

Gamer girl,Hot Girl,Dorkgirl,It Girl

Is more like Kory than she is to any white DC blonde

Tim,certified black woman lover,was in love with her and she had him down horrendous but the feeling was mutual because black women love Tim Drake back

Cass and hers' connection over mutually similar yet fundamentally different in a complimentary way backgrounds they started their best friendship over and turned into butch4femme roommates-girlfriends

Also uses 'Sister' as slang for female friend

Visual pun with coming from a neighbourhood that heavily resembles a hood and wearing an attached hood in all her homemade Spoiler costumes

1/2 of the only Batkids Jason never beefed with,the other being Duke and Stephanie and Duke goof around and take on the man like classic black siblings together and Jason and her exchange motivational and reassuring words to eachother on the anger they feel towards the world for hurting them so hard so young and Duke has the same anger within him Jason that also comforts him over and has his back whenever his place in the Batfam is denied so they're the Black Robins Squad

Her name just sounds like Girl Hobie Brown

I'm a black woman who's exactly like Stephanie Brown

So Stephanie Brown is a black woman.👾👧🏿Confirmed👩🏿‍🦱🪀

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donniehere · 1 year ago

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𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐒𝐄?

pairings: ot5!txt x reader. (separate.)

genre: apocalypse au, light angst, fluff.

warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of death, mentions of cannibalism, gore, apocalypse, zombies.

synopsis: the world is ending, humanity has entered a worldwide crisis, and you're stuck with them.

this quite literally inspired me to plan a whole fanfiction :3

CHOI YEONJUN [최연준]

↬ The both of you were neighbors, and you were the one to let him inside your apartment three days after the crisis began, and from then on, you continued on fighting back to back.

↬ He doesn’t trust anybody. You won’t get to save anybody when it comes to him, bitten or uninjured. It will be just you and him.

↬ Acts fearless around you, when he’s actually a coward and seeks your comfort nonstop.

↬ Despite the fear that consumes him when a flesh-eating monster is ahead, he continues on protecting you, making sure you’re safe and uninjured, which you appreciate.

↬ Every night, one of you keeps watch so that the other can get some deserved rest.

↬ Everytime the both of you move from one location to another, he makes sure he has some sort of physical contact with you. Whether it’s interlocking his fingers with you, or having an arm wrapped around your shoulder. He cannot risk losing you in this already fucked up reality.

A high-pitched scream escaped your not-so hydrated lips as you landed harshly on the floor, a zombie climbing on top of you, attempting to bite the flesh of your face.

Your eyes fell shut instantly, embracing the upcoming painful death that never actually came. You felt the zombie’s corpse resting upon your body and slowly lifted your eyelids. The monster’s head was now detached from the body and Yeonjun stood above you, a metal bat painted in blood held in his hand.

His breathing was heavy and sweat rolled down the side of his face. “A-Are you okay?” He questioned, arm reaching down to help you up. With a groan, you pushed the corpse off of you and shakily took his arm and he lifted you up. You huffed as he pulled you into a tight hug, you hesitantly wrapped your arms around him too, embracing him back. Tears began streaming like a river down his face, “I thought I lost you..”

CHOI SOOBIN [최수빈]

↬ You both liked each other and he finally planned on confessing his feelings by taking you on a date to the beach. However, the date you’ve been dreaming about was ruined by an apocalypse, and the both of you struggled to survive. Thankfully love was the biggest hope.

↬ You broke into a weapon shop and stole some guns and knives in order to protect yourself. Let’s say.. you were unbeatable, despite the first-time struggle.

↬ You both learned how to defeat the zombies and decided on helping as many survivors as possible. And not too much later, you already established a large group of survivors who assisted you in fighting against the cannibals.

↬ While he’s harsh on the others, he is extremely soft when it comes to you, completely melting into your touch and words of affirmation.

↬Before every fight with the zombies, the both of you share a goodluck kiss, and promise to return alive.

You watched as Soobin instructed the survivors on how to handle a zombie, raising his voice at them whenever they failed. You felt bad, but they were quite useless if they didn’t know how to fight. After the training, Soobin came up to you, and fell right into your arms. “Don’t think you were too harsh?” You mutter, hand raising to brush through his nested hair.

“They have to be mentally strong to survive, anyway.” He exhales, arms smoothly wrapping around your waist. He lifted his head from your shoulder, lips pressing against yours sweetly. He pulled back and stared passionately into your eyes. “I’m happy you’re still standing beside me.”

CHOI BEOMGYU [최범규]

Two bandmates who goofed around at the beginning of the apocalypse until realization finally hit you, and then you began appreciating each other’s presence. The rest of your band was tragically turned into brainless monsters, and you were left with no option but to murder them yourself, since Beomgyu was mentally incapable of doing so.

Regarding to that, if you’d like to survive an apocalypse with Beomgyu, you’ll have to be the one taking the lead and making sacrifices, he’s just unable to fight face-to-face with a zombie.

Shares his food with you. Whether it’s a full meal or a little snack, he still makes sure to share his food with you as a way of thanking you.

You have those little moments where you bring up memories and experiences you’ve shared together before everything began— more like, ended. You eventually end up crying in each other’s arms.

A year after the apocalypse began, you both finally returned to the band’s shared apartment and surprisingly, Beomgyu’s guitar was still there. You agreed on carrying it with you just in case, and you definitely praised the old decision.

Two survivors sat on the top of a towering building, eyes glued to the starry night-sky. Beomgyu’s fingers danced along with the guitar’s strings as you gently bobbed your head to the sounds. You felt a weight lifting off your chest. “You look beautiful, even when you’re covered in blood and dust.” Beomgyu chuckles. You roll your eyes, thanking the gods that the darkness was keeping your flushed face hidden from Beomgyu’s sight.

“You should be thankful I’m capable of protecting the both of us.” You mumble, an exhausted exhale escaping your lips.

“I’m always thankful.” He smiles, earning a small grin from you too. “You know, moments like these make me realize that despite the fact that the world is ending, everything might still be okay, as long as I’m with you.”

KANG TAEHYUN [강태현]

Best-friends who met thanks to the baseball club, and found themselves surrounded by bitten squadmates. Thankfully, you were returning from a competition when everything went down, so you were still wearing the gear and were handicapped.

The both of you stood strong against zombies, but Taehyun made sure to lead the way. He was always the one to check the hallways first, always the one to risk his life for you.

Is very protective of you, and never abandoned you. Will insist on fighting the zombies for you if it means you leaving uninjured.

You found a group of survivors in the school you were stuck in, and whenever they would spit at the both of you for being outsiders and not trusting you, Taehyun will stand up for you.

Words of affirmation. I repeat. Words of affirmation. The both of you continued on comforting eachother whenever needed, which is probably the only thing keeping you sane right now.

The rest of the students were already asleep, while the two of you volunteered to keep on watch for tonight. Taehyun was sitting down on the freezing cold, you laying between his legs, his chest pressing against your back. “Say, do you think we’ll make it out alive?” You questioned out of the blue.

“Who knows?” He sarcastically replied, not taking you seriously. His expression changed when you turned to look at him, tears falling from your eyes. “[Name]..” He calls softly.

“I’m sorry.. I couldn’t help but overthinking everything, and realization suddenly hit me. We might not make it out alive..” You choke on your own words. “Taehyun—“

“We’ll make it out alive, so stop worrying.” He directed a deep look into your glistening eyes. “I don’t care if we’re humanity’s last survivors, I promise the both of us will survive.”

HUENINGKAI [휴닝카이]

You were a nurse in a hospital, and he happened to run into you after searching for medical supplies for his friend, who apparently was injured. After you took care of his friend’s wounds, Kai dragged you along with them and kept you safe.

He has experience with video games of that kind, so he wasn’t exactly afraid, just stressed. He didn’t want to lose neither you or his friend. Unfortunately, a zombie had defeated his friend and Kai tried killing it, but got injured as a result.

You mostly took care of meals and the medication, while Kai fought. You were always concerned for his well-being, but he always gave you that short peck that calmed you down.

His love language is gift-giving. Every time he goes out in search of survivors or any sign of hope, he returns with a small gift just for you, warming up your heart.

He always finds a way to make you laugh through the harsh world, which you loved most about him. The way he could light up an entire dark world.

Kai had just returned from another mission which ended up with his arm getting scratched. You sighed, carefully treating his wound as he hissed at every slight touch. “You should be more careful.” You worriedly beg him.

“I can try..” He spoke with a soft smile. You had no idea how he was able to smile through the pain. “Also, I brought this with me.”

Your eyes jerked downwards to see what he was holding. A standing white flower. You were surprised. How come that flower is still alive?

“It was so beautiful and was outstanding amongst the dead field.” He raised his hand, giving you a full view of the beautiful flower. “It reminded me of you, since you’re able to standstill even during the strongest storms.”

DISCLAIMER: This post is pure fiction and doesnt reflect the idols' actual behaviour and personalities.

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zeke-fanfucs · 1 month ago

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Hear me out,

BvZ actor au like head cannons or a story of what they do on set or smth

Hope ur having a nice day!

Heheheheheheheheheeheheheh. I love this. So i decided my baby need to be a part of this.

Colt (actor)

• Originally hired as Hipswitch’s stunt double because of his athleticism, weapons skill, and comfort with prosthetics and wires.

• The director spotted Colt goofing off during a break—doing stupid impressions of Hipswitch with perfect comedic timing—and immediately gave him a few background lines… which spiraled into a whole-ass side character.

• Everyone on set calls him “the feral baby” or “Crash Dummy Colt.”

• Does his own stunts, but also weirdly maternal with the makeup crew and brings them snacks.

• Has a prank war with the guy who plays Fisher. Once hid 47 googly eyes in his trailer.

• His fans online are rabid. There’s fan cams of him just drinking juice.

Hipswitch (actor)

• Very serious about his craft—classic theater kid turned sci-fi lead.

• Total method actor on set. Stays in character until wrap, but the moment the director says cut, he becomes the most polite, slightly shy guy with reading glasses and tea.

• Constantly apologizing for “being too intense” during fight scenes.

• LOVES Colt. Proud older sibling energy. Calls him “kid” even though they’re the same age.

• Once broke character mid-scene because Colt made a stupid face during a take.

Albus (actor)

• Real name is probably something soft and gentle like “Theo” but he goes by “Albus” even off-screen to mess with people.

• Always messing with the prop team. Constantly steals the fake whiskey and replaces it with apple juice.

• Actually a trained dancer. He choreographs some of his own fight scenes and flirts with the camera crew.

• Has the most dramatic trailer decor. Candles, leather couch, and a picture of a cat named “King Sebastian.”

• Surprisingly gentle with Colt behind the scenes. They’re tight—brotherly but chaotic.

• Teases Hipswitch nonstop during interviews.

Faithful (actor)

• Super sweet and nerdy in real life. Wears cardigans and glasses, always bringing baked goods for the crew.

• Has a huge social media following because she posts behind-the-scenes content and cute selfies with the cast.

• She and Colt have adorable TikToks dancing together in costume.

• Very close to the actress who plays Kerano—they treat each other like real family.

• Secretly plays D&D with the crew on weekends and always plays the tank.

Kamor (actor)

• Quiet but hilarious when he speaks. Known for deadpan humor and accidental one-liners.

• Always falling asleep in weird places on set—once napped in a spaceship prop for 3 hours.

• Has a real-life crush on Hipswitch’s actor but doesn’t know everyone else already knows.

• Loves working with Colt, and they bond over weird indie music and horror films.

• Gets super nervous before cons and hides behind Faithful during panels.

Meksha’s actor

• Comes from a punk music background. Joined the cast late in season 2 and instantly became a fan favorite.

• Has tension with Colt onscreen and outrageous chemistry off-screen. Their improv scenes make the editors cry from laughter.

• Teases Colt mercilessly in interviews—fans aren’t sure if they’re enemies or married.

(Oh and i thought it could be much cooler if Attila and Mahatma were separated people and they just switch during shooting. Why? Cause it’s hilarious for them so look so similar and mess with the whole crew)

Mahatma (actor)

• Total sweetheart in real life—like, rescue-dogs-and-water-plants energy.

• Has a background in medical drama shows, so he takes the “space doctor” role way too seriously. He once corrected the actual on-set medic.

• Eats the weirdest food on set. The crew once caught him dipping pickles in chocolate pudding, and he just went, “It’s for brain chemistry.”

• Best friends with the actor who plays Attila—opposite energy, same wavelength.

• Shares a trailer with Attila and decorates it with crystals, soft lights, and calming incense.

• Everyone on set goes to him for life advice. He gives you a hug, herbal tea, and a five-minute TED Talk on emotional resilience.

Attila (actor)

• Loud, sharp-tongued, and hilarious. Grew up doing stand-up and has no filter.

• Calls Mahatma “Doc Doc Goose” off-camera and roasts him constantly, but if anyone else does it, she gets feral.

• Has a punk background like Meksha’s actor—lots of tattoos, always wearing combat boots.

• Total adrenaline junkie. Volunteers to do dangerous stunts even though He’s not supposed to.

• Weirdly good with kids. Everyone was shocked when he got mobbed by a group of fans at a convention and patiently signed every autograph.

• Teases Colt mercilessly but genuinely likes him. Once said, “You’re like if caffeine were a person.”

(Now a little story)

INT. GRITTY ALIEN MARKETPLACE – TAKE 12

Scene premise: Colt is carrying a half-injured Karmor like a prince, smirking at Hipswitch, trying to provoke jealousy. Karmor is supposed to look dazed but charming and say, “Guess you missed your shot, Cowboy.”

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Director (off-screen):

Action!

Colt (striding into frame, dramatically carrying Karmor):

Looks like someone else got to the lost lamb first.

Karmor (dazed, trying to deliver his line):

Guess you… missed your… shop? Wait, no—shot. SHOT.

Colt:

[Pretending to cry] MY MOM OWNS A SHOP, HOW DARE YOU.

Hipswitch (off-screen):

[Bursts out laughing] Missed your shop—was it a bakery?!

Director:

Cut! Reset! Take 13!

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TAKE 13

Colt:

Looks like someone else got to the lost lamb first.

Karmor (with dramatic flair):

Guess you missed your sheep—NO. Wait. Cowboy. SHOT. FUCK.

Colt (whispering):

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. He’s trying. You’re proud of him.

Hipswitch:

[Straight-up wheezing now] Sheep? Did you call me a sheep?

Attila (from behind the camera):

“Guess you missed your shepherd, dipshit.” That’s the next line, huh?

Mahatma:

[Calmly sipping tea] I think he’s just evolving the metaphor.

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TAKE 17

Colt:

Looks like someone else got to the lost lamb first.

Karmor (genuine effort, soft voice):

Guess you missed your shot… Jace.

[SILENCE]

Colt (voice cracking instantly):

You said my government name. Why did you say my government name.

Hipswitch:

[Face buried in hands, giggling like a kid] He said it like it was romantic?!

Colt (melting into Karmor’s arms):

I’m emotionally compromised. I can’t do this anymore. This is bullying.

Karmor:

I didn’t mean to! You’re just—your face did the soft thing and I panicked!

Attila (mocking):

“He said Jace and I simply perished.”

Director:

Okay, let’s break. Someone get Colt a cookie and Kamor a damn cue card.

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END SCENE.

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b1zmuth · 1 year ago

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If Hell Itself, Was Beautiful. | Diavolo X Reader

SC \\ implied smut, heavy fluff, diavolo being a goof, jealousy if you really squint hard, mutual pining

TL:DR: Diavolo falls head over heels for you, and battles his own thoughts about if he should go through with his confession. whilst you do the exact same thing lmao

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Diavolo didn't know when ‘’it’’ happened, or really… how it happened.

As far as his mind will let him remember, he just thinks of the time when he first met you on that fateful day, your bewilderment as to where you were and how you ended up in such a strange, unfamiliar place- and that's when he locked eyes with yours, seeing that same look of astonishment and intrigue that he had in his own.

And your eyes didn't lie, during your first couple of days in the Devildom, you had already managed to make a pact with Mammon- managed to, somewhat, outwit Lucifer, and didn't get killed by Belphegor…just truly amazing feats! Something.. Worthy of a king’s attention for sure!

‘’My lord…you have a….’’

If only he could just.. Have you see him in the way he sees you.

Someone who could rival his own strength, pull their own weight, be so caring for him.. Especially with someone like him and his immense amount of emotional baggage..

He wonders if you would like to be with someone like him one day, someone who could give you the world if you ask-

‘’My lord! My apologies for coming in unannounced, but your presence is requested elsewhere.’’ a slim and tall figure walks into the bedroom of Lord Diavolo, fixing an unruly strand of his black and green hair before he presents himself in front of the prince- ‘’If you are feeling unwell then I can make arrangements to clear your schedule for today?’’

‘’No, Barbatos. Im alright! Let us prepare to leave.’’ Diavolo said with a forced smile, not liking the interruption to his deep-thinking moment- and really, he was more upset that he would have to face reality for once- knowing that his beloved MC most likely didn't reciprocate his feelings back.

At least he wouldn’t have the gut-wrenching feeling of watching you smile at others- ‘’no, no.. that's just wrong to think!”

Listening to Barbatos talk about the agenda for today, Diavolo just spaced out for most of the walk throughout the castle- only tuning in when it was something that caught his ear, until he heard Barbatos finally say something that ripped him out of his daydream-

‘’Oh! Apologies for missing one part- Lucifer has requested an audience with you about the ball. Although, he says it is an urgent matter’’ He flashes Diavolo a small shrug on his shoulders and continues walking before Diavolo finally speaks up- ‘’What ball?’’ his confused tone shocking the butler who just turned around and gave him a confused but professional look.

‘’Satan’s late birthday ball, m’lord?’’ Barbatos responded, keeping up his end of the facade- giving a small smile to his lord.

Meanwhile, in the House of Lamentation..

It is almost Diavolos birthday! This means Lucifer becomes more strict and everyone is running around preparing for the large event..which includes you..

It's been nonstop running around and visiting different vendors with Lucifer, supervising the rest of his brothers for hours on end with Lucifer, preparing invites with Lucifer, and doing paperwork… with Lucifer. God, someone. anyone! please take you out! Lucifer can be fun at times- but this was just too much.

But, if it was all for Diavolo, then maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

The plan you and Lucifer devised was to throw Diavolo a surprise birthday party, masking it under the cover of Satan’s Late Birthday Bash, you both decided to enlist the help of the brothers, Solomon, Simeon, Luke, and of course, Barbatos.

Alas! A foolproof plan was created to make the best birthday party for Diavolo there ever was! Hooray! There was nothing that could go wrong, unless, you know, every vendor in the area just so happened to go out of business at the exact same time!

You finished up your tasks with Lucifer for the day, exchanging your goodbyes and heading off into your respective rooms- you in yours, quickly getting ready for bed and drifting off into a peaceful slumber, counting the sheep that jumped over the fence in your dream..

Ding!

Ding! Ding!

You grumbled, watching as the sheep in your dream now started yelling like bells instead of ‘’Bahh!’’ .. which was odd? But you just dismissed it as just your mind playing tricks on you.

Ding ding ding ding ding!

Ding!

Now half awake due to the annoying bell-sounding sheep constantly screaming- you rolled over to cover your ears with your pillow- only to KEEP on hearing those fucking bell-sounding sheep!

Ding!

‘’Okay, what gives! Fuckass bell sheep!’’ you groaned loudly, searching for your phone, which the second you picked it up and held it- started flash-banging you with notifications and its turned-up-to-the-max brightness. ‘’ACK!’’

It took a little while before you finally started seeing everything correctly again- but you finally started checking your phone which had been outed as the culprit for the ‘’bell sheep incident’’- ‘’57 missed messages? At..’’ you glanced at the clock, the time reading 4:26- ‘’four in the morning?! Jesus fuck!’’ your eyes widened at the sight, practically doing cartwheels in your eyesockets from how hard you rolled your eyes.

[3:57] [Prideful Bastard] : Rise and shine everyone. There are a lot of things we have to do today. Please get dressed at meet me in the common room at 4.

[4:06] [please never go near a church] : you woke us all up with this fuckass message just to tell us to get ready at four in the damn morning? I outta turn you into dust!

[4:07] [Levichan] : Satans right! There is no reason for us 2 be awake at this hour!

[4:10] [Prideful Bastard] : When you say ‘’us’’ you mean everyone here excluding yourself, right? We all heard you yelling over losing a raid, AGAIN.

You didn't feel the need to read the rest of the messages complaining to Lucifer- just scrolling through and reading some messages that were asking the reasons as to why the prideful bastard wanted everyone awake so early.

And then here you are, standing half-awake, barely even conscious enough to register anything Lucifer was ordering of you- the other brothers in the same state, groaning and mumbling about how unfair he was for having them move around boxes full of things at FOUR in the fuckin morning.

But it was all for his birthday, and you would do anything just to see his smile, right?

You haven't got a wink of sleep yet, even after your rude awakening via Lucifer earlier this morning, but you kept pushing on, determined to get the work assigned to you done faster in order to feel the sweet relief of your bed- the washing waves of a peaceful slumber washing over your body, the sweet comforting feeling of your covers…oh how wonderful it would be!

That whole idea of your bed kept you awake and conscious long enough to get all of your tasks done and finally go to sleep.. To hopefully see his smile beaming at you, thanking you for all of your hard work and demonstrating how much work ethic you could really show off.. Making him praise you, dance with you, and to your hopeful imagination- he would…. Kiss you.

I mean, who wouldn’t want THE Diavolo, ruler of all demons, the finest demon in the lands, to lay his golden gaze on someone who’s been pining after him since the moment you lied eyes on him in the student council room, his rich, deep, chocolatey voice working wonders on your nerves….chocolate.. Mm.

You slowly started drifting off into a deep sleep, the images of sheep-turned-chocolate-bars jumping over several fences plaguing your dream- although, you didn't really mind since you started to go on a rampage, shoving the chocolate bar sheep down your throat at record speeds.

Chocolate..

And that was the last thing you thought about whilst still in a conscious state- before the milk sheep arrived- and we really shouldn’t talk about that incident.. But you eventually ended up sleeping in for the last two days leading up to Diavolo’s party, and now you sat in your bed, the morning of his party, daydreaming about how you would go about talking to Diavolo before Lucifer starts hogging all of his attention, AKA, being your only chance to get him alone long enough to confess.

Oh, how lucky you were that Lucifer came to your room with an offer, the offer to end all others- the offer you were fantasizing about in your dreams!

Being able to offer Diavolo the first dance of the night.

‘’I and Barbatos were discussing how the cake that was ordered for Lord Diavolo's party would be arriving late, and that we would need the lights off and Lord Diavolo to be distracted long enough for either of us to get the cake in. The both of us only came up with one solution that would be a long enough distraction for this situation to run smoothly- that being a ballroom dance between someone and Diavolo, preferably someone that he shows interest in as well.’’

You looked at Lucifer with a mix of pure excitement and confusion, his comment about ‘’Preferably someone he shows interest in’’ settling a giddy- schoolgirl’s crush being in the near vicinity of them- feeling deep inside of you, your face trying to mask a gigantic and goofy smile behind a straight one, which totally failed.

‘’I take it that you're very enthusiastic about this position? Well, we should visit Majolish to look for a dress-’’ you cut Lucifer off with an ecstatic shake of your head and an excited squeal, running off to your closet to pull out your sparkly red outfit from the time you and the brothers spent three days at Diavolo’s castle- ‘’No need!’’ you practically shouted at Lucifer, smiling widely at him.

Lucifer smiled back, excusing himself to let you get your things in order and get ready for this afternoon’s events.

And then, it was the big event- something both you and Diavolo were anxiously waiting for, awaiting the looks on each other's faces, those mistaken glances that you both dismissed as your mind playing tricks on you, the rhythmic thumping of your hearts in-tune as you traveled to the ballroom- the thought of who would accept their confession, or who would reject it.

Diavolos mind raced at a mile a minute, his thoughts utterly plagued with thoughts of what outfit you would be gracing his eyes with, his hellish soul finally finding some solace in the eye candy that you called your soul, and even though it was Satan’s birthday party, he had no interest in that short-tempered mini version of Lucifer- he only had his eyes on the one person that always managed to brighten his day, make him smile, make his eternal hell more beautiful with every word that you spoke- hell, even down to the simple letters you said made his knees weak!

All he wanted to see was you tonight, hopefully in that same gorgeous sparkly red outfit you wore to the ball at his castle last time…you looked so breathtaking that he had to manually breathe for a while, of course being a little upset that someone else took up the offer to dance with you..

But all he had to do was just make it through the formalities with numerous noble demons and the..others..and he would be happily frolicking across the room to be the first man to ask you to dance! And even if a certain SOMEONE managed to snatch up the opportunity before him, he would still have another (guaranteed) chance of getting to finally get a dance, and confess, to you!

He was practically kicking his feet in anticipation of the event- praying to whatever god that would listen to him that you would accept his confession and become forever his..!

And you felt the exact same way, your heart thumping as a single spotlight shone down on your body, making the sparkles on your outfit shine with a fiery red passion, your figure being illuminated with a red aura- the sparkles truly doing their part to make sure you looked your absolute best for your not-so-secret crush- the lights being turned off and everything around you being pitch black helped the sparkles do their part even more.

You started to sweat bullets in anticipation, and the anxiety of Diavolo not accepting both of your proposals- your confession, and your dance- it would be the bane of your existence if he even rejected ONE of your offers, especially in front of the demon brothers who wouldnt let you live that embarrassment down, like forever.

Until, the man of the hour arrived, in a matching sparkly red suit that sparkled from the reflected light that shone off of your outfit, adorned with a fur coat and golden accessories- his matching golden eyes darting around to presumably look for someone before they cast their golden gaze on you.

Your hand extends outward towards Diavolo, beckoning him closer with an allusive gloved hand that he gladly abided by soft classical music played in the background as you both joined hands, and before you could even open your mouth, Diavolo stopped you by kissing your gloved hand and asking, ‘’Would you care for a dance, MC?’’ with that same deep chocolatey voice that made the hairs on your body stand up- your head nodding as a answer, and your dance with the devil beginning.

His hand softly guiding your waist through the song, his golden gaze connecting to yours- never leaving the comfort of the personal sanctuary that you both had created just by simply looking at one another, smiles and blushes that were directed at the other, secret peeks at perfectly kissable lips started the more passionate dance that ended in small giggles and laughs, twirls, and finally a slow dance that ended with your head on Diavolo’s chest, his hands holding you close to him as if you were just going to disappear off of the face of the earth that very second.

It felt as if the world had stopped, at it was just you and Diavolo together now.

But still, the same question rang throughout your heads- ‘’Do they love me back?’’ like an unending reminder of the upcoming event that would either have you leaving the room in saddened disappointment or utter glee, you both fished for each other's hands before intertwining them and asking the same big question at the same time, that question that kept you both awake for hours on end, the question that you both fantasized about being an ecstatic ‘’yes!’’ and a not so child-friendly passionate kiss that ended in some bedroom affairs..

‘’I want to be your one and only MC!’’ Diavolo shouted with a massive red blush adorning his face, his eyes closing in some form of weariness before they shot open once they heard what your response was.

‘’I want you to ravish me in bed for hours on end!’’ you had ONE job.

You only stared into the abyss in horror as you realized exactly what had come out of your mouth, right in front of the demon you were pining after- and with Mammon’s nervous cough, a sputter from Satan, and the sound of Belphies head rising from his pillow didn't help the situation at all. Fuck.

‘’MC.. I'm flattered, you really are the one for me! I'm so glad that you feel the same way about me as I do you! I also want to ravage you in bed for hours on end! I can't wait for after my birthday party ends, you know?’’ Diavolo smiled, flashing a mischievous smile and picking you up so you would be sitting on his upper arm, watching how your face turned from embarrassment to actual shock to what he SAID to you- mirroring the same faces of quite literally everyone else who stood in total shock considering he just admitted to.. Nevermind. Everyone just took that as the cue to start popping the party streamers and poppers and begin the celebration!

Pulling yourself out of your daze, you smiled brightly at Diavolo before pulling his face in for a deep kiss- which the latter returned with a smile against your lips before going back to kissing you.

‘’Diavolo?’’ He hums in response, his head now resting against yours- ‘’How did you know the birthday party was for you?’’ Diavolo laughs, pointing to himself and saying ‘’Walking lie detector, that's how my darling!’’

You give a dragged-out ‘’oooooooh!’’ before telling Diavolo to join in on the festivities you and the brothers spent a whole day being halfway conscious to prepare- the both of you running over to pester Lucifer about god-knows-what, and enjoying Diavolo’s birthday to the fullest! Given that YOU specifically had an ‘’after-party’’ with Diavolo after the event concluded…and came home to wide-eyed brothers and pestering questions about Diavolo’s private bed life before Lucifer finally chucked a plate at Mammon’s head which shut up the rest of them lickity-split!

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A\N - Yello! biz speaking, this fic quite literally took all of my motivation out, I spent over 8 hours total making this fic and it turned out to be somewhat longer than my LXR fic (12 pages long on Google Docs.. huh.) and I'm pretty happy with how it turned out, and I plan on making fics for all boys before updating on other categories, so drop a follow (if you like) for more obey me x reader content!

Bizmuth 24' | Bizmuth's Workshop

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aryadelvich · 1 month ago

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hey babe can u write smut but not so smut? let me explain!: Luigi, fem·reader & their friends are together in a place like when u travel n rent a house. during one of their outings, the reader interacts with a boy n they all start joking 'bout it yk teasing. i mean, everyone except Luigi. he gets annoyed. so, at night, he finds a way to go to her room, where there's that moment of confession, of possession; BUT, in the end, she kind of kicks him out of the room 'cause she thinks it was just a joke, so he begs her don't do this, Y/N, pLEASE, open the door, please, don't do this to me!

😩😩😩😩😩😩i loooong for this kinda angst!!!!

Heyyy !!! Well I’ve written it but I don’t know if it’s what you wanted. He’s a little creep in this one, hope you like it !!! 💕

You had spent months planning this trip — coordinating dates, making sure everyone was free, searching for the perfect place to stay. After countless group chats and late-night calls, you’d all finally agreed: Hawaii was the dream destination.

There were four girls and five guys, paired off into shared rooms, two by two. And for the most part, everything was going smoothly. You laughed nonstop, created inside jokes, shared sunsets and drinks. Sure, there were a few arguments, the occasional tension, some flirty hookups and one-night stands. Some friendships proved more fragile than expected, and others surprised you with how deep they'd grown.

But you? You were just enjoying the moment. You didn’t have feelings for anyone in the group, no confusing flings, no blurred lines. That’s why the idea of a summer romance didn’t scare you — you weren’t looking for anything serious, just a spark, something spontaneous, free of pressure or expectations. A story to remember, not a commitment.

Then came the yoga class.

The guys were goofing off in the back as usual, turning poses into jokes, while you were up front, trying to focus — until your attention drifted to the instructor. Tall, sun-kissed skin, dark flowing hair, a calm intensity in his eyes. He moved with confidence, his voice smooth and grounding. There was no denying it — he was gorgeous. And the way his eyes lingered on yours? Yeah, the feeling was mutual.

After the session, he approached you just outside the studio. You talked. Laughed. There was an ease between you, a spark you hadn’t felt in a long time. You were smiling for real. Your friends had other plans.

“Oooooh, Y/n’s got a crush!” one of the guys shouted, hands cupped around his mouth like a megaphone.

You froze. Your cheeks burned instantly.

“Look at her blushing!” someone else added. “He’s hot, though, we approve.”

You groaned and tried to wave them off, but the damage was done.

“So, Y/n,” one of the girls said with a sly grin, “do we call it love at first stretch or what?”

You rolled your eyes, already looking for an exit. But as you glanced toward the group, your eyes met Luigi’s — and he wasn’t laughing. He stood a few steps back, arms crossed, expression unreadable. When he noticed you looking, he quickly looked away. You frowned.

“So, Y/n…” one of your friends smirked, nudging you playfully. “You planning on stretching somewhere else with Mr. Yoga later tonight?”

Everyone burst out laughing, except Luigi.

You tried to laugh it off, rolling your eyes. “You guys are so immature.”

“He was totally into you,” another chimed in. “Like, full-on heart eyes. Can we come to the wedding or…?”

“Okay, that’s enough,” you said, forcing a smile, trying to hide how flustered you were.

But you noticed it — Luigi, standing a little off to the side, not laughing, not even smiling. His jaw was tight, arms crossed, eyes somewhere far from the group. And when you caught his gaze, he looked away immediately. Later that night, the house was quiet. The warm Hawaiian breeze drifted through the open windows, and you were just about to drift off to sleep when a soft knock echoed at your door.

You groaned, dragging yourself up. “Who is it?”

“It’s me… Luigi.”

You hesitated, then opened the door slightly. He stood there, shirtless, in sweatpants, looking tense.

“What do you want?” you asked, keeping your voice low.

“I need to talk to you,” he said. “Can I come in?”

You opened the door just enough for him to slip in. He stood awkwardly for a second, then ran a hand through his hair like he always did when he was nervous.

“I didn’t like seeing you with that guy today,” he admitted.

You scoffed. “Are you serious? That’s why you’re here?”

“Yes. I got jealous, okay? And it’s not the first time. I thought I could ignore it, but I can’t anymore.”

You blinked, caught off guard by how direct he was.

“Luigi, you can’t just show up in the middle of the night because you’re feeling possessive. That’s not fair,” you said, walking away from him. “Especially when you’ve never made it clear where you stand.”

“I’m making it clear now,” he said, stepping toward you. “I like you. I’ve liked you for a long time. And seeing you with someone else made me realize I’ve been wasting time pretending I didn’t.”

You laughed, bitter. “You’re just saying that because you saw someone else take interest. That’s not love, Luigi. That’s ego.”

He flinched, but didn’t back down.

“No, it’s not. I’m not good at this kind of thing, Y/n. You know that. But I swear to you, what I feel isn’t about pride or jealousy. I just—” he paused, eyes locking with yours. “I want you. And not just for tonight.”

You folded your arms. “Listen, if it’s one of your joke again, just stop it already.”

“Please…” he stepped even closer now, desperation in his voice. “Just listen. Give me a chance to show you it’s real. One chance. That’s all I’m asking.”

You looked up at him, torn. Every part of you wanted to believe him — but the part that had been let down before was screaming not to fall for it again.

“No. Get out.”

You push him out of your room, both hands pressed firmly against his chest.

"Goodnight, Luigi."

The door slams shut before he can say another word.

There’s silence for a second. Then—

Knock knock.

"Y/n…" his voice is low, pleading. "Please. Just open the door."

You close your eyes, leaning your back against it, heart racing.

"I know I messed up," he continues from the other side, his voice muffled but desperate. "But I’m not leaving until you listen to me."

Knock knock.

"One chance. That’s all I’m asking. Just… open the door and let me prove to you that I mean it."

You say nothing, torn, your hands clenched into fists as your heart pulls in two directions — one screaming to open that door, the other terrified of getting hurt.

"Y/n… please."

“Go away, it’s 2 in the morning”

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pixeldistractions · 3 months ago

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The next day rained nonstop, which Colette would have hated. She would have hated the mud and bugs and fire. She would have hated how everyone here smelled of smoke or fish guts or five-day-old sweat. She actually would have loved the lodge, for a quick minute, since there was a charming rustic spa there, but after that, she would have grown irritated.

The rain slowed, but it had no intention of stopping. It didn’t matter, because these boys didn’t intend to let a little rain spoil their adventures. They hiked through the wet brush and mud. The ascent was slow and steady, driving their hearts to steady thump, breaths panting. The dampness of their sweat was washed away by the rain and slicked off their foreheads with the back of a hand.

They followed the trail even when it was difficult to decipher. Up, up, always up. Even when the grade was slight, it was up. Through the brambles and dark hollows.

“Are we going in there?” the boys asked. Milo, doubtful. Felix, hopeful.

“Yeah, totally!” Jordan said. Onward into adventure! Onward with courage and just a sensible amount of caution.

The brambles cleared to an opening, and they’d found what they were searching for. The summit. Maybe it wasn’t as daunting as scaling a vertical rock wall, but the hike was long and grueling, and the view at the top was earned.

“Careful on the rocks, not too close to the edge.”

“Wow,” they all said in chorus.

“Look at what we did,” Jordan told his boys. “Just imagine everything we can do.”

“Dad, can I come up there? I wanna come up, too.”

“Okay, careful.”

One at a time, Jordan took the boys by hand and guided them onto the higher rock, finding a flat place to rest, mindful that there were no long drops beneath, just another rock ledge about five feet down. And here they would stop, resting safely on their butts. “Don’t move an inch,” he ordered.

“Can we tell Mom?”

“Yeah, tell your mom. Actually, tell her all of it.”

The boys accomplished this easily, although not without complaint from time to time. Jordan couldn’t wait to see what more they could do when they were older and stronger. And no, he wasn’t asking Colette’s permission. They weren’t married, and they weren’t going to be, either. They were a family, sort of, but she wasn’t the boss of it. Even if she probably thought she was.

“I wish mom was here,” Milo said. “Isn’t it sad she doesn’t get to see this?”

“You know she wouldn’t have liked how hard it was to get here,” Jordan said. “Sometimes, spots like this are a reward. You have to work really hard to get here. Not everybody gets to see it. And besides, I’m sure she’ll take you guys somewhere she likes better for Thanksgiving. She always does.”

Colette’s idea of a dream vacation bored him—sunning herself on a cruise ship while getting her nails done. Or sitting idly on a sandy beach while a waiter brought her cocktails. She always took the boys for Thanksgiving, hating the idea of thankfulness and gratitude, wanting to go somewhere exotic and foreign where Thanksgiving didn’t exist.

Then Jordan would volunteer to work Thanksgiving dinner at the inn. Holiday pay. And Maria would probably work, too, so Stephanie could take the day off. They’d goof off in the kitchen and eat leftovers late into the night. Everybody won.

“But why don’t you take a picture? Then she can see it when you get home.”

“Okay,” Milo said, digging into his backpack.

“Don’t drop your phone, klutz!” Felix taunted.

“Felix, no name calling.”

“But he’s gonna drop his phone off the whole mountain, then he’ll nag to use mine the whole ride home. How’s it my fault if he makes a mistake?”

“Don’t drop your phone, Milo.”

“I wasn’t even gonna!” Milo whined.

Milo took his photo and put his phone away safely, and the boys stopped bickering for ten glorious minutes. And Jordan thought of his dad then, in the momentary quiet. He thought of his own childhood, which had been so peaceful in comparison without any siblings to fight with. And if only his dad could see this, now, what those two little babies had become and what they could do. Jordan wished he could take a photo to show him later, but death didn’t work that way.

Now, noise meant family. It meant not being alone. The scuffing of heels on the rock, the gathering of loose stones, a brewing debate, who can hit the water from up here? Felix laid out the rules. “Don’t move an inch! You have to sit on your butt! Don’t move your butt!”

“I wasn’t even moving my butt!” Milo whined.

The thrown stones echoed, ping, ping, ping, down the rocky canyon walls.

“I love you, guys,” Jordan said.

“Love you, too, Dad,” they both said.

— "why are you here? #3: a cage left open" part 7/9

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mykoreanlove · 1 year ago

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• friendship service •

„Shall we have another drink?“

Your best friend linked arms with you while guiding you to the next bar. You haven’t seen each other in a while, so naturally you wanted to prolong the night as long as you could.

„What about the sofa bar?“

Taemin chuckled confused.

„Sofa bar?“

You beamed at him proudly.

„You still have a lot to learn from me, Taemin. Come on.“

You entered and got met with a lot of people, there was barely room to breathe. Taemin was right behind you as you scanned the venue for an empty sofa.

„Hey, y/n, there is a dude in here that stared at you the moment we entered. He can’t keep his eyes off you.“

You looked at him surprised.

„Really? I didn’t even notice.“

Your eyes kept scanning the room until you landed on those pair of eyes that kept gazing at you.

„No fucking way“, you muttered under your breath.

Your stomach dropped.

It was Minho, your last summer‘s love affair that you would have liked to evolve into something more. But he chose to ditch you and fuck every girl he encountered, so that’s that.

He smiled at you, waving his hand and you smiled back. At least you thought you did, this whole thing felt like an out of body experience.

„Taemin“, you turned around quickly whispering into his ear, „that’s Minho.“

His eyes widened in surprise.

„You’re kidding?!“

You walked past by him and left the bar, hiding in the dark alley next to it.

„Oh my god, are you for real? That jerk? With the perm? Sweetie, he was sitting there with a downgrade. You shouldn’t even worry about this.“

Your whole body was shaking - this was the second time you saw him with another girl. You made your peace with him fucking the whole city but why did you had to see this, again?

Taemin crouched next to you, patting your back.

„Hey, are you okay?“

„How did he see me so fast? Does that mean he was bored by his date?“

He took your hands into his and smiled.

„You entered the bar being radiant and beautiful as ever. Believe me, everyone would have noticed right away.“

Taemin always knew how to cheer you up and you adored him for that.

„Come on“, he helped you up to your feet. „Let’s find a Minho free establishment.“

After the initial shock had passed you made your way to your most beloved restaurant, singing and goofing around. You took a glance on your phone as you got lost in the darkness.

„Oh my god“, you gasped.

Taemin turned around.

„What is it?“

You handed him your phone.

Minho: Hey! Where are you?

„He DMed you on social media? Did he lose your number? What a loser.“

Panic arose in you.

„What does that mean? He is sitting there with another girl and is texting me?“

Your best friend shrugged.

„She probably isn’t that interesting to him. Surely not compared to you. Are you going to answer?“

You debated internally, unsure of what to do. You put your phone back into your pocket and kept walking.

„Maybe later.“

The next two hours were filled with endless amounts of soju, a lot of shrill karaoke and picturesque photo booths. You had so much fun with Taemin that you didn’t even notice your phone.

„Here“, he handed it to you, „it’s been ringing nonstop.“

Slightly plastered you took a look.

1 missed call by Minho and another message, this time it was a text.

Taemin glanced over your shoulder and gasped, joining in on your bewilderment.

„Why is he doing that?“

You would have liked to be cool about it and brush it off but a part of you still hoped for him to change.

To call you and explain himself and apologize and want you back.

But the bigger part of you knew that he was a narcissist that only cared about himself.

„I guess he really wants to see you“, Taemin said.

You scoffed. „I guess he really wants to fuck tonight and thinks I’ll be willingly waiting for him.“

Taemin downed another shot while watching you.

„You don’t have to answer y/n. If you think it helps then do it but if not, then don’t.“

You downed another shot and thought about it.

„You’re right. If I let him back into my life he‘ll act the exact same way. Like he always does. And I don’t want to live like that anymore. I don’t want to get my hopes up only to be crushed again. I want the real deal.“

You glanced up at the ceiling, as if you were talking to god directly.

„Listen up, god, universe, whoever is up there. I am done with this. I’m really, really done with this trash. Please, bring me my love now.“

Taemin watched you silently, smiling dearly.

People had often asked why he wasn’t dating you and it was hard to give a proper explanation. He was just as fond of you as you were of him but you promised each other not to do anything that would risk your friendship. Both of you dated a lot of people and they always left, you were the only constants in each other‘s lives and that wasn’t about to change anytime soon.

But moments like these made it extremely hard to obey that agreement. In this moment he wanted nothing more than to make you feel good and take your pain away.

Fuck Minho and all the other losers. „You know it’s a shame“, you slurred your words.

„What is?“

„Minho and I had great chemistry. He definitely knew how to fuck.“

As you downed another shot Taemin got up and paid the bill.

„Where are we going?“

He ushered you out of the restaurant and into a cab, going straight to his place.

„Taemin, hello? Are you kidnapping me?“

He cornered over you, gazing daringly into your eyes.

„Fuck“, you muttered under your breath.

„I know what we said about being friends“, he whispered into your ear as his hands wandered over your body.

„And I know I can’t fuck you“, his plush lips left kisses on your neck, sucking on the delicate skin.

Suddenly, he lifted you up and walked you towards the bedroom, laying you down on his kingsize bed, gently as if you could break any minute.

„But I can do this“, he whispered as he held your skirt up and pushed your panties to the side, entering you with his long fingers.

A moan escaped your lips.

You had dreamed about this moment so often, even though you decided to stay friends. And he respected that.

Kind of.

Taemin watched your breathing get hitched, watched your breasts moving up and down, watched you clench around his curved fingers more and more.

„Fuck me“, he muttered under his breath.

You were already close but he didn’t want this to stop. Hastily, he withdrew his fingers and searched for something in his drawer.

His actions were met with your whines, desperate and needy whines that were dependent on him.

„Sshhh baby, just a minute“, he hushed you. Taemin rushed back and positioned himself in between your legs as he held a vibrating toy against your clit.

The sensations were driving you crazy, your legs shaking relentlessly now.

„This feels - oh - so good. Taemin, I- oh.“

He licked his lips watching you, loving every minute of it.

„Let’s see how long you’re still hung up over that Minho dickhead, hm?“, he muttered under his breath.

He intensified the vibration and made you cum in seconds, wetting everything around you.

Taemin was so turned on, he had never realized that he could have that effect on you.

Your legs fell flat and you just laid there, riding your high and trying to breathe again.

Your peaceful state got interrupted by Taemin‘s chuckle, alerting you of what had happened just now.

You got up hastily, covering yourself with a blanket. A sad pout formed on his face.

„Why y/n? I’ve already seen everything.“

Your face turned red.

„I…“, you stumbled to find words.

Taemin got up, making you painfully aware of his erection. He placed a kiss on your forehead before he turned around, vanishing into his bathroom.

„Don’t think too much into it, y/n. That was merely a…“, he paused shortly, „friendship service.“

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