#it’s nonstop goofs on goofs on goofs

[raediggitydog]

My bro posted an hour and a half long compilation and you all should watch it 👀

[nheyguys]

I just found your art reuploded and was wondering why you don’t post it anymore? Like did you get cancelled or something? Also what was the things you said about Clyde? 😭 (not asking this to be rude I’m genuinely just curious)

yes I have been Cancelled repeatedly and no longer exist.

but no, I just don't draw much SP anymore. I had a tumblr for many years where i mainly goofed off with my friend and drew kyle in bizarre clothes i found on amazon + drew lots of explicit butthole penis dildo images, which were all so good. (the culture of tumblr was very different in 2013, half of all fandom blogs were posting nsfw art at no risk of catching controversy or facing moral judgment. it was a lot of fun and kept me sane(?) in school.) I deleted the blog when tumblr enacted the NSFW ban, since I didn't want anything to do with the site after that. for at least 3 years.

my friend keeps me updated on some SP fandom stuff happening on tumblr, but I'm completely checked out. i appreciate seeing that some people have been hunting out my old drawings from across tumblr, it's really cool. but I'm not interested in reposting my old stuff because most of it was drawn in conversation with other friends on the site, and makes not much sense without that context.

[aashiyancha]

Sweet Heart Bakery and Clothing store

[rebtrovert-girl]

As I keep watching 'Love Next Door' episodes, I keep getting the irked of how laidback Choi Seung-hyo make an architect's life look like

[brainddeadd]

lando is a big yapper but also seems to love his quiet time alone for peace so he has the sweetest and shy gf ever and they fit perfect, when he yaps she listens and helm when he needs some comfortable quite she is perfect, and it surprised people who well they got together because he’s so loud and talkative but she sees the side of him that needs the quiet and calm

The Perfect Balance

Lando Norris was known for his boundless energy, quick wit, and endless chatter. Whether it was in interviews, streaming on Twitch, or goofing around with his teammates, he always had something to say. So, when people learned about his girlfriend—quiet, reserved, and as soft-spoken as they come—they were baffled.

“She must be so overwhelmed by him,” some speculated.

But nothing could be further from the truth.

The truth was, she saw a side of him no one else did. When the cameras weren’t on, and the adrenaline faded, Lando often sought her out—not for a lively conversation, but for the stillness she brought to his chaotic world.

They were curled up on the couch in his Monaco apartment, the soft hum of a Formula 1 highlights video playing in the background. Lando had been talking nonstop for the past twenty minutes about strategy, tire choices, and “how George absolutely screwed up his corner exit at Suzuka.”

She sat there beside him, legs tucked underneath her, nodding along. Her hand absentmindedly played with the hem of his hoodie, and every now and then, she’d let out a soft giggle at his more exaggerated reenactments.

“You’re listening, right?” he asked suddenly, leaning closer with a faux-suspicious squint.

“Of course,” she murmured, a small smile playing on her lips. “I always do.”

Her quiet voice had a way of cutting through his constant buzz like a balm. She didn’t have to say much for him to feel completely seen.

As the evening wore on, the chatter naturally began to die down. Lando stretched his arms above his head, let out a satisfied yawn, and flopped sideways, his head landing in her lap.

“What’re you doing?” she asked softly, brushing a few stray curls from his forehead.

“Just...need a break,” he admitted, his voice quieter now. He closed his eyes, letting out a deep breath.

She knew this part of him well—the version of Lando who needed quiet to recharge. It was a side that few people saw but one she cherished the most.

Her fingers carded through his hair in soothing strokes as he lay there, his eyes growing heavier by the second.

“You’re good at this, you know,” he mumbled sleepily.

“Good at what?”

“Being what I need,” he said, cracking a soft smile without opening his eyes.

Their dynamic was puzzling to those who only saw the loud, boisterous side of Lando. But she didn’t need to explain it to anyone—she understood him. The Lando who dominated press conferences and racked up podiums was the same Lando who sought out her quiet presence like a lifeline.

In turn, he loved how she listened, how she never tried to match his energy, and how her calm demeanor grounded him in a way no one else ever could.

They didn’t have to make sense to anyone else. They made perfect sense to each other.

[hysteria-things]

NSFW ALPHABET

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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[okonogikonomi]

birds of a feather.

'til im in a grave.

Kn8 + love. Self explanatory

Gender neutral!reader for the boys, fem!reader for Mina's and Rin's, I do whatever I want

Kafka Hibino is really sweet when he's in love. Not particularly flirty in any sense, but he's cute and kinda sappy. Protective. Not jealous, but insecure. He's always afraid you'll ditch him for somebody else, because he's always felt inadequate in every sense of the word and wonders if you find him disappointing (nope). Probably won't ever tell you that he loves you, you'll find out from Kikoru someone else who blurts it out without realizing that you didn't think Kafka's actions were romantically inclined.

Mina Ashiro is quiet when she's in love. Almost nobody would know except Kafka and Hoshina, and maybe Okonogi. Of course there are rumors that the commander Ashiro is into women (a lot of men out there are. Not thrilled about it tbh) but nobody knows whether it's true or not except, again, Kafka and Hoshina, and maybe Okonogi. Maybe. Anyway, she doesn't really tell anyone; if they know, it's because they figured it out. With you, she's shy and more girlish than her image suggests. Not that she's giggling and twirling her hair, but there's a pink tint on her cheeks when you're around. When you talk to her, she gets tongue tied. Would NEVER ask you out (shes nervous and doesnt know if you like women) so Kafka has to push for her to try.

Reno Ichikawa is very shy when in love. He's just a kid, sweet and kinda dumb. The first time he sees you he does a double take 😂 yeah he's not subtle, everyone knows. Unlike Mina, he IS giggling and twirling his hair. Finds out your type and tries to be more like that. When called out on this, he starts stuttering and fake laughing and then changes the subject. Hes always bringing you water during training, too, and other stuff like that. Again. He's sweet but very young and inexperienced so he's a bit of a goof.

Soshiro Hoshina is arguably the most mature in love. He's dedicated and protective, loyal to a fault. Man's gotten his heart broken many times, I think. maybe even by Mina? One sided hoshimina...food for thought. If he's in love with you, he won't necessarily share that information outright, but he won't withhold it either if anyone asks. He watches you a lot; he'll pull strings to keep you safe. When it comes down to him nearly dying all the time though, he might impulsively tell you how he feels after the fact. But he is a little shit so he's probably going to tease you when your eyes pop out of your head after he walks up and says "i love you" without it being prompted.

Iharu Furuhashi is loud as shit when he's in love. He's not direct but he says objectively sappy things all the time to your face. Would flat out say "i fucking adore you, moron" if you didn't get it. Although he doesn't make it clear that his intentions are romantic (never says "I'm in love with you"), but like Reno he is not subtle. He's not as giddy and embarrassing as his "rival" is, but he's pretty obvious and forward about his feelings.

Gen Narumi is annoying when he's in love. He's bugs you nonstop and follows you like a puppy. Its embarrassing how smitten he is, honestly. What a boyfailure. He actually tries to clean up his act a bit to impress you, and shows off at every opportunity. If youre not impressed, he's sulking. If you are, he's puffed up and macho. Despite all his bs he's actually really in love with you and willing to do crazy shit to get your attention, not to mention keep you safe. Would refuse to die just to see you again.

Rin Shinonome is a shameless flirt. She'd totally call you "babe," wink, all that stuff. Like Narumi, she's kind of a showoff, but not to the same degree. And if you don't notice her, she won't pout; on the contrary, she'll work harder to get your attention. Makes fun of you lovingly. She's kind of frivolous and develops crushes on women all the time, but when it gets to be serious feelings she commits. Horniest of the group too, ngl

[tmnthellyeah]

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

[roosterforme]

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

PART 31

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[winphoria]

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.

[punkeropercyjackson]

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👩🏿‍🦱🪀

[donniehere]

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.

[b1zmuth]

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.

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‘’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

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Love's a Game, Wanna Play?

I'll Write Your Name Chapter 1

Roy Kent x Latina!Popstar!Reader

2.9k words

Warnings: Language, mentions of drinking/partying, Roy being kind of pathetic for Keeley

A/N: Ahh I'm so excited for this series! I was inspired while watching the Eras movie and it just kind of spiraled from there. I am so, so excited to share this with you ❤️

As always, @agentstarkid is an absolute angel for letting me yammer about this thing nonstop!

The tabloid headlines screamed up at me from my publicist’s office coffee table, all about how Everett, my idiot boyfriend- ex-boyfriend now- had punched out some guy in a club. And in every photo, there I was behind Ev, holding two drinks and laughing. Granted, one of those drinks was his. And the laughter was because in my drunken state, I genuinely thought Everett and the other guy were just goofing around. But none of that mattered when people had magazines to sell.

“Babe,” Lanie, my publicist, was saying from her spot next to me on the couch. “We need a serious image makeover.”

“I already broke up with Everett for continuing to be the world’s biggest jackass,” I reminded her as I grabbed some M&M’s from the coffee table. “Not sure what else there is to do.”

April, my personal assistant, picked up one of the magazines and began to flip through it. “It’s not just Everett,” she started slowly, opening up to the article all about mine and Ev’s ‘wild night’ at the club. “It’s you. You party, you go out with guy after guy, this Twitter thing with, well, you know…” She shrugged. “You’re getting something of a reputation, love.”

I sighed and popped another candy into my mouth. “I bet Ev’s people aren’t having this conversation with him right now,” I grumbled childishly.

“Because everyone already knows he’s garbage,” Lanie snorted. “This is exactly the kind of behavior they expect from him. But you-” She grasped my hand, her face full of affection. “-you are amazing. You’re a great writer and performer, and you’re a role model. So what the hell you were doing with that rat, no one could ever understand.”

“Hmmph.” I slouched further onto the couch, pretending that she wasn’t completely correct about Everett being scummy. He was cute, in that skinny, pale, undernourished, unshowered way rock stars tended to be. He was famous and had a commanding stage presence with a swagger he really hadn’t earned. And he was always ready to have a good time. But he wasn’t exactly sweet. Or sensitive, unless someone was criticizing his art. Or really all that intelligent, although he liked to talk like he was.

April cleared her throat. “Lanie and I think we might… need some outside help.”

I narrowed my eyes, always suspicious when these two were in cahoots without me. “What kind of outside help?”

“Keeley Jones,” Lanie said simply, pulling out her phone. “Has her own firm. I’ve worked with her before. The woman’s a bit… quirky. But she’s brilliant, babes.” She showed me a picture of a woman I was sure I’d seen before. “We’ll meet with her the day after tomorrow to talk strategy.”

“She’s a fan,” April added in that helpful voice of hers. “She loves your music.”

I studied the picture carefully. “Keeley Jones,” I murmured. “She’s a model, right? Or was, I assume?” Before either woman could respond, it clicked. “Oh shit,” I hissed. “She’s one of those poor women who got her photos and videos leaked last year, isn’t she?”

“She was,” Lanie confirmed. “So, she completely understands how ruthless and, frankly, unfair the press can be to a woman. It’s one of the reasons I think she’ll be a good fit. She’s pretty passionate about defending women from unfair treatment.”

“Well,” I sighed, leaning back, “guess we can hear her out, see what she has in mind.”

Lanie cleared her throat, glancing at April, who looked just as anxious. “Actually,” my publicist said slowly, “we already know what she has in mind.”

~

Keeley sat in Roy’s chair, feet casually up on his desk, scrolling absently on her phone while she waited for the gaffer to come in from the pitch.

“Oh. Uh, hi Keeley.” Roy Kent stood stiffly in the doorway, the way he often stood when he saw his ex-girlfriend. Fuck, she looked pretty today, in a stupidly fluffy pink sweater and ridiculously high heeled boots. Keeley always looked pretty.

Either Keeley didn’t notice the way his eyes softened at the sight of her, or she chose to ignore it. “Hey there, Roy-o!” she greeted, swinging her feet off his desk and sitting up straight. “D’you have a minute?”

For Keeley? Roy had all the minutes in the fucking world. To an extent, she knew that; he did come stumbling to her house with Jamie Tartt, begging her to choose between them, after all. And she cherished Roy, she really did. He treated her better than anyone else ever had. But she also knew that the way he loved her wasn’t the way she loved him or was even the way she wanted to be loved.

But that didn’t mean she couldn’t use his softness for her to her advantage every now and then.

“I’ve got a proposition for you,” she started slowly as Roy leaned on his desk, not growling at her to get out of his chair like he would to anyone else. “See, I’ve got this client, and she needs some help in the PR department.”

Roy smirked. “She wanted the best, so she came to Keeley fucking Jones for help?”

Keeley shrugged off his praise. “Well, kind of. Her people came to me for a consultation. I know her publicist, she’s fabulous, they’re just a bit at a loss right now.”

“Can I ask who it is?” Roy vaguely recognized the name Keeley responded with. “That fucking pop star, right? With all the boyfriends?”

“Pop phenomenon, you mean,” Keeley snorted. “She’s only one of the biggest names in the world.”

Like Roy gave a fuck about some pop princess. “If she’s so big, why does she need PR help?

Keeley sighed. “She’s got some bad press right now. Her gross boyfriend- ex-boyfriend now, thankfully- got into a fight at a club, sent the guy to hospital. And somehow, this is her fault. Not to mention that this actress that she used to hang out with is all over Twitter badmouthing her, saying she’s trying to steal her boyfriend. She’s just… got a lot going on at the moment.”

“Fucking trainwreck,” Roy mumbled, starting to wonder where the fuck he came into play.

“She’s really not,” Keeley insisted. “Her publicist- Lanie- says she’s actually really great. Very kind and intelligent. She just goes out a lot and apparently has shit choice in company.” She lit up. “That’s where I need you, Roy.”

I need you, Roy. Those four words had Roy sitting up taller, smirking a little as he gazed at that pretty face. “And what, exactly, do you need me for?”

Keeley bit her lip. “D’you know what a ‘publicity stunt’ is?”

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I drained the last of my giant coffee cup as I approached the elevator, sighing when I realized it had not made my tequila-caused headache disappear. While I’d promised Lanie I wouldn’t be going out for a bit, she’d never said anything about me having people over. Just a dozen of my closest friends, laughing in my living room and losing track of shots. Definitely what I needed to take my mind off the headlines, but probably not the best idea before an early-morning breakfast meeting at KBPR.

“You need to press the button.”

“Excuse me?” I turned in the direction of the voice- the growl, really- that pulled me out of my thoughts.

The bearded man let out an exaggerated sigh, rolling his brown eyes. “You need to press the fucking button,” he repeated slowly, as if to a toddler, “if you want to call the lift.”

Behind my oversized sunglasses, I narrowed my eyes at him, ignoring my initial observation that he was pretty damn cute. “Are you really implying that I don’t know how to use an elevator?” I scoffed.

He reached around me, completely invading my personal space, and hit the button in question. “Well, you’re standing here just fucking staring,” he grumbled. “So, either you’re a fucking zombie, or you don’t know how to use a lift. Either way, you’re making me fucking late.”

With a scowl, I turned to face the doors, desperate for them to open- although less desperate to get into the enclosed space with this man. As soon as the elevator dinged, I stepped inside the still opening doors, smashing the floor number Lanie had texted me and settling myself into a corner with crossed arms. The man stepped on after me and reached for the buttons, but stopped, thumb hovering over the number I had just hit. With a small hmmph, he slouched in the opposite corner, mirroring my closed-off body language.

It was a silent ride, filled with scowls and impatient huffs from both of us. I tried to remember the last time someone was so snide to me; it definitely didn’t happen often, at least not away from the safe anonymity of the internet.

When the elevator got to our floor, the man glared at me, a grunt urging me to step out first. I gave a hum of acknowledgement, matching his curt tone and refusing to give him the satisfaction of eye contact.

What a dick.

Unfortunately, that dick was about two steps behind me as I walked down the hall to the KBPR office. I tried to ignore the heavy sounds of his footsteps and focus on the insane idea this supposedly brilliant PR expert had come up with.

That PR expert smiled at me when I approached, sticking her hand out. “I’m Keeley Jones,” she chirped, her professional tone and handshake contrasting with her bright pink dress and sparkly shoes. “It is so nice to meet you!” Her eyes shifted behind me. “And I assume you already met Roy in the lift!”

Oh no. Oh hell no. There was no way this was the guy, this scowling, rude, son of a-

“Can we start this meeting?” the man- Roy- grumbled as he approached. “I’ve only got like an hour. I left Beard in charge of training, so the team’s probably in the fucking sewer again.”

“Come on in,” Keeley Jones hummed, gesturing for us to follow her. We walked through the bright office, following her into what I assumed was her personal office, one as brightly lit and colorful as her.

Lanie was already on the plush couch, scrolling on her phone. She raised her eyebrows when she saw me. “What’s up with the sunglasses? Not hungover, are we?” Her bored tone was annoyingly familiar.

I rolled my eyes and plopped down on the couch next to her, removing the shades. “Didn’t want to be recognized on my way into a public relations office,” I muttered, tucking them into my purse. “Figured that would defeat the purpose of this whole operation.”

Keeley Jones smiled at me, an admittedly lovely, friendly smile, as she took a seat behind her desk; Roy hovered nearby. “She’s a smart one, Lanie, just like you said.” She looked up at Roy. “You two got acquainted on the lift, then?” When he simply grunted in reply, she turned back to me. “Now, I understand if you think this idea is crazy,” she started slowly. “And it kind of is. But believe me when I say, it’s been done, and I’ve seen it work.” She cleared her throat. “Celebrities fake-date all the time. To promote projects, to deflect bad press, to hide secrets. So you wouldn’t be the first ones to do this, trust me.” She gestured towards Roy. “And I think Roy here is perfect for you. He’s older and more mature than your previous boyfriends, so none of that party-boy stuff. He’s dated plenty of celebrities- including myself- so he knows what comes with the territory. Absolute football legend, so I think you’re suitably matched in terms of fame. And he’s pretty damn private these days.” Her smile softened. “And if I’m being candid, he’s probably the best guy I know. He’s so protective and trustworthy. He’ll have your back.”

“What’s in it for him?” I couldn’t help the way I narrowed my eyes at the brooding man; he returned the glare in kind.

“He could use the press too,” Keeley chuckled, gazing up at him. “I love you, Roy, but you’re not the most poised with the media.” She turned back to me as he rolled his eyes, something close to affection on his face this time. “He could use some of your charm and charisma to bolster his own reputation with the papers.” She nodded firmly. “It’s a match made in heaven. Or KBPR.”

Lanie nudged me. “What d’you think babes?”

I thought it was insane. Fake dating to get the press off my back? There were so many ways this thing could backfire. Not to mention the fact that my potential fake boyfriend was already on my nerves, with his probably permanent scowl and annoyed eyes.

But, as my mind wandered to the headlines I’d passed at the newsstands on my way to this meeting, I knew that I had to at least try.

“Yeah,” I murmured with a shrug. “Let’s do it.”

~

Roy only vaguely heard her agree to the plan. He was too busy trying not to smile at Keeley’s praise; that he was mature, a legend, protective, and trustworthy. As ridiculous as he thought this whole publicity stunt business was, he was willing to give it a shot- for Keeley.

“Well, since we’re all onboard,” Keeley hummed, pulling out her tablet. “All that’s left to do is sign NDAs and plan your little romance.” She glanced at the calendar on her desk. “I’ve got a meet-cute in mind, actually. You’re friends with Dani Rojas, right?”

Roy blinked as the pop princess nodded, showing enthusiasm for the first time since he found her in front of the lift. “Dani? Oh, I love Dani! He’s such a sweetheart.”

“Oi.” Roy frowned at Keeley. “If they already know each other, why didn’t you ask Rojas to do this shit? The press like him a hell of a lot more than they like me.”

A snort came from the couch. “Don’t think his girlfriends would like him adding another woman to their relationship, even if it’s just pretend.”

Keeley nodded. “Exactly. And again, you’ve got this steady older guy thing going on, Roy. You manage a professional football team, you coach your niece, you sit at home and read. You’re very domestic, and I think she needs to be seen that way.” She grinned. “Dani doesn’t exactly have that same reputation. But he does provide you two with a connection.” She turned her attention back to her visitors. “Here’s what I’m thinking: you get Dani to invite you to a Richmond game and go out with the team afterwards. Win or lose, those guys pretty much always do something after a match. And that’s where you two can meet and connect.” She leaned back comfortably, looking every bit like the boss she was. “Then we’ll get you two seen together, get you to a few more matches, get Roy to a show, make some cryptic social media posts. Soft launch. Then we’ll do your debut as a couple, have you attend events on each other’s arms, gush about each other online and in interviews. Maybe you write Roy a song, maybe you go on holiday together, that kind of thing.” She flipped through the planner on her desk. “All in all, I’m thinking four to six months, then you can end things amicably and stay friends.”

“Six months?” Roy carped. “Keeley, you didn’t mention-”

“That’s a respectable period of time,” the ex-model interrupted. “Long enough for you two to get attention, be believable as a serious couple, and to get everyone to forget about these headlines.” She shook her head at Roy. “What, you thought you’d go on one date and that would be it? Come on, Roy. It took at least three weeks for us to start making headlines together. You know this takes time.”

Roy’s voice went low. “Keeley-”

Keeley stood and grabbed Roy’s arm; he wondered if she could feel that same little surge of energy at the contact. “Will you ladies give us one moment?” She dragged Roy out of the office, out of earshot. “Come on, Roy,” she huffed, letting go of him. “You said you could do this.”

“That was before I met her,” Roy grumbled, folding his arms and missing her touch. “This isn’t gonna work. No one’s going to believe us. We’ve barely met, and already she’s a right fucking nightmare-”

“You’re not exactly my daydream either, Kent.”

Roy whipped around. She stood in the doorway, eyebrows furrowed and arms crossed. She walked over and gazed up at him with nothing but determination on her face.

“Listen,” she started. “I get it. This is stupid. The press is stupid. I think Keeley and Lanie are insane for this scheme, and I don’t really believe it’s going to work, if I’m being honest.” She looked at Keeley. “No offense, Miss Jones.” She turned her eyes back to Roy. “But this whole fame thing is an absolute fucking game. And apparently we both need help playing it.” She stuck her hand out. “I’m in if you are.”

A slow sigh escaped Roy’s lips. He really could use the positive exposure. Despite his growing comfort in front of the cameras, he still had years- decades- of shit press to make up for. And the Greyhounds could always use whatever positive publicity they could get. It’d be good for the club, and Roy would do just about anything for the club.

And he’d do absolutely anything for Keeley.

All it took was one glance over at that face, the face he missed waking up to, and he was done for. “Fine,” he huffed, shaking the popstar’s hand. “I’m fucking in.”

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[moochii-daisies]

2015.03.

- 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings - Content Contains: Some cussing?, a little kissy reunion, brief mention of sexting but no details or NSFW content, tensions are high

Sidenotes: hahaha i actually wrote all of 2012 and up until this chapter nonstop then got stuck on this one a year ago and had to be v patient w myself until i could finish it. i'm so thankful to everyone who's read any part or chapter of the story especially after a hiatus and considering that i'm a small account. i'm gonna finish the damn thing! for myself if anything, i do love this story and it's probably a good thing that it makes me feel things. as always, thank you for reading if you do :)

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"Excited to see you."

The message from Yoongi had shown up on my phone minutes ago and I found myself unable to stop staring at it.

     It was the day the guy's were moving, and I was on FaceTime with Jungkook. Jimin, Tae and Jungkook were in one car together. Hobi, Namjoon, Lacey and Yoongi in another (they finally had another car with Lacey being there).

"Baaaby." Jungkook called out and I snapped out of my trance. Noticing the frown in the small square my face was in.

"Yes! Sorry, I was-" I started to explain before Jungkook cut me off.

"Thinking. Yeah, you do that a lot." He snickered, "What about?"

     No point in hiding it, was there?

     "Ooh, um, Yoongi just texted that he's excited to see me." I had my eyes glued to Jungkook's face, fear of his reaction taking precedence over my own feelings. Wiping me into a blank slate.

     A hush fell over the car before Jungkook sat up in the backseat, raking his fingers through his hair.

     "Hm. Well I'm glad he's not bein' weird." He muttered huskily, looking down as he said it.

     I hurriedly tried to comfort him;

     "Yeah me too."

     "It'd be hella awkward if he was still mad."

     "I'm glad he seems to be accepting of you and me."

     Jungkook perked up at the last part, grinning like a goof and shifting his gaze from the floor to look at me again. There was almost a sigh of relief when he spoke, "Yeah, I'm glad he is too."

     Jungkook turned his phone towards Tae, who was craning his neck to look at me, turning from his passenger side seat.

     "Yeah, you two love-birds are kinda hard to ignore darling. Yoongi would have to work too hard to not be cool with it." The words were uncomfortable, the feelings they left stuck in my throat and filled it with lumps. He shot me an unsure boxy smile before reaching for the phone to show me Jimin.

     Jimin had his hands at 10 and 2 on the steering wheel, his eyes were wide with lips puckered into a duck pout while he focused on driving.

     He swiveled his head briefly to glance at me before turning back to the road, "It is what it is either way. He's gotta accept that he chose Lacey. And anyways, what's more exciting is that... WE WILL ALL BE TOGETHER AGAIN!" He paused for emphasis before yelling out the last part. His head tilted up briefly during his exclamation before snapping back down to stare at the road with giant eyes and a terrified look.

     "TOGETHER AGAIN!" Tae, Jungkook and I repeated the phrase with giant smiles.

     "Somebody take over for Jimin soon please, I hate seeing him so stressed." I giggled.

Jimin didn't turn his head but scowled softly, nodding in agreement.

     "I'm not cut out for this."

     Jungkook took over driving next, keeping me on the phone as the three of them performed songs from each of their playlists. Jungkook's was all over the map, Jimin's was full of  high notes and dance songs while Tae had jazzy lo-fi RnB. I had grown up dancing and knew the most from Jimin's playlist. I tried my best not to screech as I sang along with them.

     After telling Jimin why I knew so many of his songs, he asked why I'd stopped dancing. When I told him I still was, Jungkook's head twisted so fast he turned the wheel with him. The guys hollered out "woah's" and I tried to use the distraction of the moment to keep my face from falling. Dance had been the great love of my life along with writing. I'd started when I was 3, but self-consciousness had been driving a wedge between us since I turned 11. It was something I didn't want to get into, at least, not on a video call while they were in the car.

     I kept my phone near me as I cleaned my room and got ready to meet them. There were still many hours to go but Yoongi's text was flashing like a check engine light behind my eyes. Sitting in front of my mirror, I swiped a mascara wand through my eyelashes, over, and over and over again. Trying to get each lash perfectly separated.

      I had been working at it for at least 45 minutes, using the most minuscule clump as an excuse to keep at it. Blinking and messing up my own work repeatedly.

Yoongi and Jungkook would both be here tonight.

Together.

At the same place.

Together.

I had told Jungkook I'd kiss him in front of Yoongi and I still planned on it. But the feelings of Yoongi being close to me were jumping into memory, as if they had been freshly made. The feelings I'd been convincing myself I was over were now pumping through me with undeniable "there-ness". How my heart would pummel into my stomach. How my skin would buzz with butterfly wings from head to toe. I couldn't get those feelings out of my mind.

     What if I kissed Jungkook and Yoongi got angry at me again?

     What if he kissed Lacey in front of me and Jungkook saw me get upset?

     What if Lacey noticed the weird energy between us and told Jungkook and tried to get him next?

     What if I'm a selfish horrible asshole for wanting both of them?

     Oh god, I am a selfish, horrible asshole for wanting both aren't I? Yoongi chose another and I did the same, that's something we both have to accept, isn't it? Yoongi isn't mine. He's barely even a friend right now, let alone someone to be considering as -

     "You're already pretty, you don't need to do that baby." I heard Jungkook saying and I glanced down at my phone. I'd forgotten he could see me. I couldn't even remember him and Tae switching driving spots.

     In an attempt to cover up my tumultuous thoughts, I struck a pose. Twisting one knee over the other and placing a hand behind my head, elbow opening up to the side.

     "You think I'm pretty?" I said as coyly as I could, batting my eyelashes at him.

     "The prettiest."

His response got groans from Tae and Jimin.

     "Save it for when you're together. And alone. In your own room." Jimin griped out.

     Jungkook and I snickered to ourselves before blushing.

     And with Jimin's words came a nervousness that overrode my thoughts of Yoongi. Or, at least rivaled them.

It had been one thing to call Jungkook all the time, to send some...mature pictures and texts to each other, to jokingly broach the topic of being physical once we were together again.

Remembering the impulsive urges to lick the sweat off his neck, to keep riling him up to feel him press himself up against me, made my heartbeat drop between my legs. As I clenched them together, I was momentarily grateful for the distance.

Jungkook looked at me bashfully, tucking curly black hair behind his ear and biting his lip through his smile.

I wanted to smash my face into his dimple and hold him so tightly that my arms gave out.

"Maybe we could- um, it would be- I'd like to dance with you when we're all set at the studio. Hey! Maybe you could be Jimin's TA too!" The earnest way he spoke had me pressing my nails into one of my thighs. He was so genuinely sweet. And I couldn't understand what it was that he liked about me.

Especially with the bullshit I had going on with Yoongi.

Not once had he ever threatened to leave or forced me to chose or tried to manipulate me away from my own feelings.

He simply stayed and kept being there. Kept showing me that he cared.

An entire flock of doves fluttered their wings inside my chest at his words. Teddy bear brown eyes were perfectly rounded and his mouth was slightly open while he waited for my response. A pink tongue darted out to mess with his lip rings, a nervous habit he could never believe I noticed (he swore he only did it when nobody was paying attention).

"I love you" was dangerously close to the tip of my tongue, which would be insane, so I tried to maintain my flirty demeanor.

"I'd love to dance with ya handsome," I cooed and wiggled my fingers at him, "It'd be so fun to work together, although it might be too distracting..." I felt embarrassed of myself by the end of my sentence. He was offering to work and do something we both love together and there I was, turning it into some-

"Baby look at this." Jungkook sounded excited, and my eyes shot back to the screen.

He was doing an incredible combination of tutting, shimmying and chest popping. All movement should have been limited to his upper body but he slid back and forth across the backseat, making sound effects as he did.

"Pow! Pow!" His opened and closed a fist to mimic a heartbeat as he popped his chest behind it. Finishing with a wink and cheesy grin.

I stood up and burst into applause, shouting encore in a raised whisper to mimic a scream.

"Pretend I can wolf whistle, and that I just wolf whistled." I murmured getting Jungkook's goofy giggle as a response.

"I love you both, but if you were together with me at work I think I might throw up." Jimin piped up.

"They did want another teacher though so...keep it in mind, yeah?"

"She nodded!" Jungkook yelled up to the front seat and I heard a loud smacking sound before Jungkook feigned being in pain.

"Hurry up and get here soon." I pouted at him while he adjusted himself to lay down.

Jungkook looked at me softly before his gaze flickered to something behind the screen. A clouded expression took over his face before saying, "I'll be there soon baby. I'm gonna sleep before my next turn to drive. I'll text you when we're almost there ok?"

I'd been so spoiled by his constant desire to talk to me that him hanging up while still conscious led to a pit growing in my stomach.

I paced around my room for a few minutes, trying to figure out what the reason for it could be until my phone dinged.

"Sorry baby, Yoongi called and Jimin was giving me a look. Miss you already."

I never had to play the "what if" game for long with Jungkook, he always gave me the answer without me even having to ask.

A few hours later, he let me know that they were about 30 minutes away.

     Black skinny jeans, combat boots, cropped black lacy top (that did wonders for my boobs if I may say so myself) and leather jacket on - I stumbled out of my front door, down the apartment stairs and into the family car.

     There was music playing on the drive, an album by Bombay Bicycle Club on repeat the whole time. But I couldn't tell you anything else about it. The scenery outside of the car was a smeared watercolor painting and for someone who usually gets lost even with a GPS, the way there felt eerily clear despite never seeing it before. The music formed a protective bubble to carry me along, the lyrics delivering a message that I wouldn't understand until much later on.

     "There's a story which in my eyes shut,

     Could you back me up,

     Could you back me up"

     The drive took a little over half an hour, the music getting harder to hear as I got closer, the sensation in my stomach growing from a pit into a black hole. By the time I pulled up to park on the street outside of their soon to be house, remembering to breathe had turned manual, the feeling in my legs an electrifying buzz instead of anything solid.

     I had beat them there thankfully, so I sat with my car running for a few minutes more. The guitar from Bombay Bicycle Club swirled around my head in ocean waves, the lyrics spiraled through my ears and wrapped up my insides as sentient vines.

      "You can rearrange me now,

     If we wait we can make it somehow

     What you want

     What you want

     Anything you want" - I shut the car off before the next lyrics could begin.

     "You tease this love,

     You care enough".

     Am I just teasing this love? This thing with JK? I do care enough. I care more than enough, these feelings are real, they are, I swear I -

     I had sunk so deep into my feelings that I didn't notice a car pulling up behind me until the horn was honked, effectively scaring the crap out of me and making every muscle in my legs clench up. Stepping out of my car felt like trying to stand as a newborn deer, jello limbs fighting to support my weight. The car windows were tinted and the sun had set quickly - turning the ability to identify who was in the car into a guessing game. Was Jungkook's car the one with tinted windows? It was like I had never seen their car before. I hadn't been texting with the other car and had no idea what their ETA was, this was about the time Jungkook should be here right?

     Right?

     I let hope get the best of me and sucked in air as I walked towards the backseat car door, the one behind the driver's seat. Reached my hand towards the handle and flung the door open with a big, "Hey baby!" and a grin that I hoped looked genuine instead of terrified.

     Lacey's confused face greeted me in return before she burst into a snicker.

     "Um, hey babe! What a greeting, haha, oh my god, wait - Yoong's I'm stuck, push me out." She turned back to look at Yoongi who was out of my sight in the backseat.

     I had frozen as soon as I opened the door. Keeping the grin plastered to my face as if seeing Lacey and Yoongi first wasn't eating a hole in my chest like a ravenous and carnivorous worm.

     The front doors of the matte gray car opened, a yawning Namjoon and Hobi exiting from each side. They reached their arms up towards the sky as they stretched, their eyes crinkling with growing smiles as they turned to face me. In an attempt to get away from Lacey and avoid looking at Yoongi, I threw my arms around Namjoon and let out a little squeal.

     "You made it safe!" I exclaimed, a sense of relief sliding down to quell the black hole that was threatening to consume me from the inside out. My arms clasped around Namjoon's waist and he wrapped his around my shoulders, the enveloping warmth of the hug rising like a force field around me. His giant chest had the same effect as a weighted blanket the moment I turned my head to press against it. Muscular arms squeezed me back into my body, while one of his thumbs stroked up and down - reassuring and soft. Just like him.

     "Thanks for driving out here to welcome us home!" Namjoon spoke the words directly onto the top of my head, his mouth mussing up the top of my hair. Warm breath tingled into my scalp, down my shoulders and spine until I could feel the ground beneath my feet again. Although the grounded feeling didn't last long.

     Noises from the backseat reminded me it wasn't time to relax just yet and I directed my eyes to Hobi through the gap under Namjoon's arms.

     Hobi had his lanky arms stretched out towards me, beckoning me with his hands and a dimpled closed mouth smile spread across his glowing face. He had on a bucket hat, oversized hoodie and baggy jeans - with patterns that nobody else would have been able to pull off beside him.

     Craning my neck, I turned to look up at Namjoon, my cheek squished against his left pec. Giant dimples and the most calming smile greeted me in response, "Go say hey to Hobes - I gotta start getting stuff out of the car." He released me from the hug, reaching one hand up to ruffle my hair before dipping down into the front seat to pop the trunk open.

     Lacey had both feet out of the car and my ears were pricked by Yoongi's deep rumble of a voice. With the most intentional of intentions, I directed my gaze towards Hobi and made a beeline over to him - without Namjoon's arms around me, the ability to feel the ground disappeared, making it feel like I was floating until my arms were around Hobi's neck.

     Long, slender arms wrapped around my waist and lifted me up - spinning me in a circle while Hobi let out a string of excited sound effects. We both kept giggling and the vibrations of his laugh must have been set to a healing frequency because I've never felt so light while being picked up before.

     "The drive was SO long! I can't believe we're here! Tae said they'll be here in a minute. Oh my god, oh my GOD, can you believe this is finally happening??" Hobi set me down in front of him, keeping his hands around my hips as he bounced up and down.

     I bounced up and down with him, trying not to press my nails into his shoulders and betray my excitement with the complex emotions lying underneath.

     "I know, I know!! You made it! We can hang out again!" I bubbled back.

     My brown eyes locked in to his, starting a secret and wordless conversation that went something like:

Hobi: "Are you doing okay girl? I mean, they're right there..."

Me: "Of course I'm not fucking okay! JK isn't here yet and I called Lacey babe! I can't even look at Yoongi!

Hobi: "You're gonna have to soon, and JK is almost here. Lacey is going to play nice in front of everyone don't worry, but don't give her a reason."

Me: "Ok cool thanks, yeah, that is SUPER HELPFUL HOBI!"

Hobi: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You got this! The rest of us are here don't worry!"

     That did help with the worry.

     At least, until I developed super-hearing as Yoongi got out of the car. Every movement he made, every sound that came from him, was like it was being fed directly into my eardrum through an amplifier. I could hear him breathe, hear the sound his hair made as it fell in front of his face when he looked down to step out of the car.

And I wasn't even looking at him. 

    

     Instead, I continued clinging onto Hobi with a vice grip while he patted my hips and gave me encouraging nods.

    "1, 2, 3 - you're off!" He whispered as he pulled me in for one last squeeze. Spinning me around to face Lacey and Yoongi as soon as the countdown was over.

     My heart was beating so hard, it felt like it was pumping bile back up my throat and onto my tongue. It took a moment for my eyes to focus, or maybe I didn't want them to.

     But when they did, Yoongi's long black hair and round face were crystal clear, even in my peripheral vision. His dark brown eyes were laser focused on me, meltingly beautiful and with a sense of determination that didn't match the rest of his body language.

     One arm was around Lacey, who stood next to him, fidgeting and with an upset look on her face. His other arm was trying to find a pocket to stuff his phone into. He could've looked down. It would've made it much easier to do if he had looked down, but he didn't. I couldn't tell you how long it was for, but he never stopped looking at me. Moments kept passing, the distance between the curb and the street continuously morphing from too close to too far away.

     Why didn't he stop looking at me?

     The sound of Jungkook, Jimin and Tae's car snapped us out of the trance we were in. The frown that had taken over Lacey's face dissipated, replaced with a sweet smile and syrupy voice. She turned to Yoongi, tucking hair behind his ear and kissing him on the corner of his mouth with big bambi eyes. Yoongi kept his eyes on the ground, nodding as Lacey spoke to him in a low voice. Her words jumbled together in my ears as I glanced towards the black car and saw the outlines of 3 heads, one moving considerably more than the others.

     "Girl! Now that I'm out of the car finally- get over here, we missed you so much!" She waved me over, scanning my face intensely and not once looking over to see Yoongi's reaction.

     But I did.

     Maybe that was my first mistake. Where it all started. It couldn't be helped though - Closer? To Yoongi? Was that allowed? I hadn't even seen Jungkook yet, wouldn't that be inconsiderate? How could I touch Yoongi first? What would happen? If I touched Yoongi first? He shouldn't be first, he couldn't be. Especially not while he's standing there with someone else, touching someone else - I mean, wait - hang on -

     "BABY!" Jungkook's voice bellowed out so loudly, the rest of us visibly flinched before dispersed chuckles from Namjoon, Hobi and I. Behind the driver's seat of the car that had just pulled up, the window had been rolled down - JK's dimples, inky curls and perfect roly-poly nose poked out, an arm waving at me furiously. Everything else faded away as soon as I saw him, the only thing on my mind being to get into his arms as soon as possible. I waved back with a blush before turning to excuse myself from the couple before me.

     Lacey had crossed her arms with a scowl and Yoongi had turned to look up at the sky, the neighborhood - anywhere besides at what was going on around him. The space in my heart made for Yoongi pushed back against the rest, trying to expand.

     It didn't last long though.

That slight falter in my chest was quickly snuffed out by the literal wind being knocked out of me.

     In the moment I had turned to glance at Lacey and Yoongi, Jungkook had exited the car, running towards me at full speed before tackling me to the ground.

     A big, strong hand covered the back of my head, palm pressing into skull, as the other pushed into my lower back - pressing me against his body as we fell. If the full weight of my body landing on top of him caused him any trouble, the only way he showed it was a small "ack!" the moment it happened.

     Zero recovery time needed.

     It felt like less than a second.

     And there he was, sitting on the grass by the edge of the curb.

My handsome man. The bunny to my bunny. Mine, all mine. Who I belonged to.

��    With no thought at all, my legs straddled his lap, hands gliding with their own agenda up his neck so fingers could grip into thick, dark hair. One tattooed arm held me pressed against him like it was life or death if he loosened it at all. The pounding of our hearts thudded ferociously through layers of muscles, fat, skin and clothes - screaming to reach the other. His other hand held onto one of my hips, pressed down to make me sit my full weight on him and even then, I still felt weightless.

     Breathless and breathing too hard, we looked at each other. Taking it all in. The feeling of each other's real flesh and blood filling up our senses, attempting to commit it all to memory.

     Both of my hands released their grip from his hair to hold the sides of his face.

     We were pressed so tightly against each other that I could feel his heartbeat pick up and hear the shakiness in his voice. How it betrayed the conviction of his words as he murmured, "I'm gonna kiss you in front of everyone.".

     I leaned in slowly, trying not to notice the way that all of my limbs were trembling.

     "Not if I kiss you first." I whispered, breaking my gaze away from the perfect shape of his mouth to look him in the eyes.

     Without any hesitation, he lifted his chin to bring his lips to mine, pressing them so decidedly into a kiss that I briefly wondered if I had ever been kissed on purpose before.

     My body didn't erupt with butterflies or tingles or that drop in my stomach that I'd learned to associate with desire.

     Instead, I felt it opening. Like floodgates, with hunger. Welcoming him in while simultaneously wanting to consume and be consumed by him. Being so aware of where his body touched mine that every place it did felt on fire, and every place it didn't felt deprived of oxygen. Our eyes stayed closed for the most part, focused on taking in the feeling. Whenever they did open, the physical pang of desire almost hurt, banging out like a drum that reverberated through every part of our biochemical make up.

    

     And it wasn't too much for him.

     It was mutual.

     It was matched.

     Encouraged.

     Fueled.

     We were both the flame and the gasoline. Nobody could stop us, least of all each other.

     I completely forgot where we were. Who was around us. That we were sitting on the curb. Or that I hadn't said hi to Jimin, Tae or Yoongi yet.

    

     I don't remember how long we were kissing, if we were full blown making out or if anyone asked us to stop. I do, however, remember making a noise that I had never made before and the groan that came out of Jungkook that made us snap out of our lust-filled daze.

      Thwack.

While Jungkook and I were sat there, recuperating and processing - Jimin had walked up and smacked him in the back of the head.

     "I cannot wait for you to have your own room guys. For real. What the hell. It's not gonna be the same but come say hi to me lovely." Jimin's voice was playfully masking a command. JK fingers pressed into my hip like a release button and the realization of what we had done after looking at each other sunk in, turning us both beetroot red.

     I reached my hand towards Jimin to help pull me up, the bones in my legs not yet solidified. Jungkook sprung up behind me, guiding me by the waist as I stood before mumbling some "um's" and "uh's" and heading to their car. I was too scared to turn and face the others and pulled Jimin into a hug with the best "I missed you so much!" I could muster instead.

     Jimin's embrace was gentle. Like being covered with a cedar and honey scented cloud.

     "I missed you too lovely. I knew he was gonna jump ya but damn. Have you said hi to everyone yet?" Jimin's voice sang into my ear with the lightest hint of criticism. The sudden awareness of Hobi's glare stung the side of my face and I winced in Jimin's arms. His responsive squeeze giving some comfort that I hadn't ruined their arrival. At least not completely.

     Tae's silky voice floated over my head - a lifeline attached to a buoy that I was desperate to grab onto.

      "Well, can you blame the poor dear? We've been trapped! Stuck! Relying on modern technology like it's some accommodation for the prison that is distance." The dramatic way Tae spoke broke the tension and laughter burst out of me, spurred on by Jimin's equally dramatic eye roll.

     "My darling, I've missed you so. Did my letters find you well?" I drawled out, breaking away from Jimin to make my way to Tae, who promptly collapsed into my arms with the back of one hand pressed against his forehead. After a fit of nervous giggles over nearly dropping him, he stood up and flung his arms around my neck. Pressing kisses against my cheek as he rocked us side to side.

     "Some nights your words were the only things keeping me warm, my poetic angel." Tae declared his sentiment with a hand under my chin, his velvet brown eyes soft and sparkling.

     "Ahem, help me with the stuff T." Jungkook grumbled as he leaned against the back of the car next to the open trunk. His glare was focused on Tae's hands but melted into a puppy-eyed pout once he caught me noticing. Tae patted me on the cheek then jerked his chin up to acknowledge Yoongi and Lacey. Gently but forcefully turning me around to face them as he walked off to join Jungkook.

     Lacey's arms were still crossed, the emotions that made her scowl earlier now thinly veiled with a tight lipped smile. Yoongi on the other hand, looked like he had gotten into three fist fights and told he was getting drafted since I had last looked at him. His hair had become disheveled, a blank look on his face had taken over the determined one and his broad shoulders had sunken down. Like he had been defeated.

      Why did he look so defeated?

     Standing there with Lacey.

As if he had been hoping- no, that's not right. As if he had been expecting? Something like that.

     As if he had been expecting me to be so overwhelmed by seeing him again that I would've stopped anything from occurring with Jungkook. We both chose other people. This is the reality. This is where our actions had led us to. Was he operating under the assumption that things were different? That I was a mess without him? Like this was some Bella and Edward bullshit? Why was this making me so mad?

     "Wow boo! I wish this one would greet me like that!" Lacey joked, elbowing Yoongi and breaking her crossed arms stance to walk over to me. I pushed out a laugh and stepped off the curb to come towards her, opening my arms to pull her into a hug. For a quick second, and only a quick second, she buried her face into my shoulder before pulling away. Seeking comfort. From me of all people? It didn't make any sense. At least, not until I noticed a pleading look in her eyes that was both familiar and disorienting. It was one I would grow to understand too well over the next few years.

     And I think I knew the reason for that look, even back then. No matter how much I'd like to pretend otherwise. I think I knew as soon as my eyes drifted from her rounded, light hazel-green's to Yoongi's feline, nearly black ones.

     There was hope in his.

Or maybe, it was a reflection of the hope I was trying to hide in mine.

Either way.

     Something was there.

     And the hands he had shoved into his pants pockets couldn't cover the way his arms jerked as I stepped towards him. As if to hug me. As if he wanted me in his arms. As if he knew I wanted the same.

Was it okay to hug him?

In front of Jungkook and Lacey?

In front of everybody?

     I didn't think much more about it.

My arms were around him and his were around me in less than a second. Heat blooming from the place where our stomachs touched just like it did before.

He was so real.

So beautifully and painfully, real.

     Like physics and atoms and the building blocks of life, this world was made to hold Yoongi just as much as this world would not exist without him.

     Fingers twitched against the middle of my back and my own reflexively grabbed at his shirt, bunching it into my grip and getting closer to the warmth of his skin.

     Too close.

     We both jumped back, simultaneously too aware of the world around us and unable to look at anything besides each other.

     I remember saying either out loud, or in my head, "Welcome home Yoongi.". But connecting my thoughts to my mouth was clogged up with sludge. It felt like I didn't need to say anything out loud anyway - he knew. I both loved and hated that he always knew.

     Yoongi answered, either out loud or through the vibration connecting us that was nearly singing with electricity. His words echoed in my head and the air around us as our eyes refused to waiver from each other.

     "It's good to be home," he said, "I mean, it's good to be home here. With you.".

[mykoreanlove]

• 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.“