#this is what i call bromance

[manhattanwh0re]

They're giving each other lice 🍛

[sasudou]

that was the funniest thing i’ve ever read it’s like hori took a picture of two drunk guy friends reconnecting after high school and put shojo sparkles around it

[genericpuff]

i'm rewatching House M.D. rn and man the tone deaf justifications on reddit claiming that house and wilson, the two guys who literally ride off into the sunset to spend the rest of their lives together, are "just really good friends"

bro they FUCKING-

[icklewolfiekins]

the way the miles episode of smoke show had me giggling and kicking my feet my god

[cleromancy]

hey. consider solid snake with a snoopy tattoo

[arek-ian]

“When Spring Comes”

Chapter 1 "Ask Yourself for me":

Big eyes were observing him, hovering above, maybe beside him, could be anywhere! he feels them everywhere piercing through his scalp, yet Juwoon will never turn to look; he couldn’t, and he couldn’t tell where is he exactly, although he had been here before, certainly had been here; It was a familiar road, vast reed fields on both sides, but his brain couldn't name it; 'it doesn't matter where you are', his brain told him that, as well it told him to run, why? Where? , all of those matter-of-facts seemed to be useless useless here, where all the facts and emotions were unapproachable.

and he did, despite himself, he widened his steps, rushing toward the unknown before him, though all of his madden running couldn’t suppress his curiosity, he wanted to turn and look straight at those eyes, at what he had to escape from, what he was afraid of.

instantly there was a call in his ears, clear and small, like a buzz: ' Don’t stop, it will end you, consume you, don’t dawdle', the idea of being 'consumed' seems horrifying, it flashed in his mind bangs on his scalp, stretching down to his eyes, His vision blurred, eyes watering though no tears came down. He wouldn't cry, but he wants to rub them hard, washing away the tears, yet his hands didn’t move, no matter how he tried, neither did his throat when he wanted to scream out, 'help', the word taste bitter on his tongue;' Han Juwoon can't ask for help', not now, not before.

For now, only his feet are acting, irrationally, clumsily, the more he jogs forward, the heavier his chest became, and his lungs are burned from the lack of air. that was when he saw a human figure standing distantly before him with their back facing him, Juwoon kept running hoping that the stranger before him will notice his existence.

the human stayed still and Juwoon started calling helplessly from afar, he heard no voice coming out of his dried throat. Suddenly, the road before him transformed into a narrow path, the place was so dark and cold, perhaps it was the corridor in his old house straight ahead to his mother's room, he didn’t know, didn’t remember. Wherever he was, he wanted to be out instantly before he was completely out of breath.

' I won't make it out this time', the idea repeatedly waved in his mind, terrifying him, but -he seems to realize at least he would stop running madly to nowhere, stop being afraid,

' let it be, let go' he thought, the idea was bittersweet, surrender sounded oddly comforting to him, faintly there was a heard sound … no, a voice

"breathe in" a familiar voice; he felt his heartbeats fastening in response to it "juwoon-ah, breathe"

'how to?' he wanted to ask, the voice coming as if responding to the unspoken question

"slowly… breathe"

he's trying, surprisingly, he could The soothing voice became clearer, and the world around him changed to another, a familiar warmer place, an even warmer hand tightly holding his, the other hand stroking gently his chest, hurriedly, he inhaled, the sudden big amount of air entering his lungs choked him, causing him to cough harshly.

" you only need to breathe slowly, breathe from your nose, let the air out of your mouth. don’t rush", " juwoon-ah you can do this, it's alright"

The instruction came to lead him, Obediently, he inhaled slowly, while his unfocused eyes searched for the other's face, finally, he spotted it, it's right before him, soft known eyes staring at him worriedly, he surely knew now, that it was Dongsik's.

A sigh of relief escaped from the man's lips as he tightly gripped his shoulder Juwoon did his best to regulate his breathing, forcing his eyes shut, A small tear escaped, but Dongsik's hand caught it before it could run down his cheek.

" It's alright Juwoon-ah, you're here, you can breathe now"

He said, still holding him in a tight embrace. Juwoon inhaled deeply, taking in Dongsik's scent of mint. He cuddled him back, burying his head into the other man's chest.

'Inhale, exhale, simply one after another, that’s breathing'

He told himself repeatedly, forcing all of his sense and emotions to solely on the rhythm, One hand stroking his back while the other gently ran through his hair, involuntarily touching his numb scalp back and forth, he felt fragile and small in dongsik's arms, ashamed of his weakness, Though he rarely needed someone's help during his nightmares, even those rare times he handled it all alone He knew Dongsik worried about him, willing to give up entire nights to stay beside him, yet he hated disturbing his sleep, worrying him, scaring the hell out of him, he hated this all, and himself.

Juwoon wake up slowly to the ray of sunlight making its way through the curtains spreading across the bedsheets, his mouth let a yawn He noticed the empty and cold bed beside him. It took him moments to process his thoughts, then flinched when he recalled the events of the previous night,' I kept him awake all the night, again' finally he sighs heavily, He shuffled his hair back as he walked straight to the kitchen, where Dongsik must be.

Here he was, absentmindedly staring at the garden outside the small window, where the heavy rain had washed the world over and over the whole night, his gaze not particularly focused on anything, a cigarette dangling between his fingers, slowly burning in his hand, juwoon give himself a peaceful moment to observe the quiet man before him, 'what are you thinking of, dongsik?' he thought.

startled dongsik turned his face when juwoon took the cigarette from his before it could burn his fingers, then tossed it in the sink.

" where are you? your hand almost got burn" Juwoon muttered.

"uh … good morning" dongsik greets him, with a smile " how are you now? feeling any better?"

" good morning -. despite the headache, everything is fine"

juwoon is so familiar with the headache, the pain has been lingering in his brain for years, he was quite used to it by now, accepting the pain as a part of his daily routine. Thus, mentioning it now only meant he wasn’t fine.

dongsik tilted his head, eyes narrowing observing him carefully for minute, as if his eyes could see through him. Finally, he nodded, "mn, I see"

"go wash up, I'll make something for breakfast"

he said, walking towards the refrigerator and rolling up his sleeves, juwoon didn’t move or respond, dongsik throw him a questioning look " what? Don’t just stare at me go wash up" he urged "Ah, don’t worry I not making noodles" surely he didn’t want noodles at breakfast, that was far from what he was thinking of ,' your eyelids, did you cry?' he wanted to ask the older man, but he didn’t, instead he silently made his way to the bathroom.

By the time he finished showering the table had already been set, He entered the dining room, toweling his wet

Hair. Dongsik was sitting at the small table, waiting. beside him, beside him lay the omelet and the stewed vegetables, along with some side dishes—a mix of Korean and English cuisine Two months before, Dongsik would make fun of this, telling Juwoon that he was a picky prince. Now, look, he was willingly, to the best of his ability, making the food the picky prince liked. He was at a loss with this change, but it was a welcomed one.

"found enough hot water?" dongsik asked

"mn, did you fix the boiler?"

"not really! you know, I'm not good at fixing stuff. This is temporary, it's too old to be fixed, we should just replace it"

'are you even talking about the damn boiler?' juwoon thought. Maybe this morning had already gone awry. he ignored the provoking expression on Dongsik's face, 'I'm not going to play this game today'

Instead, he asked " I'm making coffee, want some?"

"sure" came the simple reply.

He strolled to the kitchen, a towel covering his still damp hair, focusing at the task in his hand, but he knows: , 'he is staring' dongsik's eyes are following him, the silence between them is carrying a heavy weight on his heart, this is unusual type of silence, though the air is warm inside the old house, that’s not really what he felt inside.

Dongsik was the one who broke the tense silence.

"by the way, there are a spare boiler in the lake house, we go pick it, maybe stay the day there, how does that sound?" he offered. it's not bad, but Juwoon is so exhausted. He didn’t like the idea of driving, nor did he want to be driven.

" how long can the boiler work?" he asked, and dongsik already consider it as 'no'.

"hm, not much, less than week, unless you wanted to wash the whole home in one go" he teases.

"not this time. then, can we leave it to the weekend? I'll drive you there".

" that'll do" he nodded

The silence fell again.

" han juwoon" dongsik called him after while

this voice tone, he can predict what was coming right after this.

"yes"

"what happened again?"

"what do you mean?"

He expected this, Dongsik let out a sigh, then began

"your nightmares, why did it hit a low point again?"

" ah, it's nothing, you don’t have to worry about" avoiding the point.

"I worry. It doesn't seem like nothing"

"wasn't it as usual?"

"cut that off, usual? Tsk, only because you cried out Loud enough to wake me up at the time, or else you would suffocate to dea..-ehm"

Clearing his throat, he couldn’t utter the last word, it's bitter, he can't spit it out. Juwoon seemd to not remember he had shouted, did he? The last he remembered is calling out to the unknown figure, but his voice failed him then.

Juwoon placed the two hot coffee mugs at the table, grab the nearest chair to sit in.

" I'm sorry" that all he could came up with, Dongsik's face darkened, his brows knotted together, he obviously didn’t like what Juwoon said.

" what is the apology for?"

" troubling you last nigh-"

Dongsik interrupt him again, " 'troubling', are we already reaching this point again?"

"it's not like I want t-"

" ' not like I want to offend you', wasn’t that what you were going to say?" Dongsik couldn’t hide the irritation in his voice. ' here we are again' Juwoon didn’t want to offend him, he is honest with these words, but did it matter now? No, because the man was already offended

The food between them went cold, along with the air in juwoon's lungs.

"Juwwon-ah, am I the reason?" his head bowed.

"what? No, why would it be you?"

"you tell me then "

No respond came, Juwoon held the mug in his hand, his palm is deep red, the heat is burning his hands, slowly.

"you're lying, I thought we had passed those periods"

"didn’t we? and I'm not lying" he insisted.

"then you're hiding away"

That, ah, he couldn’t deny this time, couldn’t lie, and it appears to worsen the situation; Dongsik stand up to stroll around, 'he is avoiding me' this is his usual way of avoiding being seen.

" you're hiding"

'so you do, Dongsik'

"From what? Me?" he snorted " you never hide from me, not even when the truth behind your father came. the only time you did, was the time I got prisoned, am I right?"

each word felt like heavy stone being thrown at Juwoon. Perhaps it wasn't the words themselves, but rather the tone carrying them out—wistfulness, disappointment seeping out of his voice.

He continues "And it was out of feeling guilty. Juwoon-ah, are you feeling guilty towards me now? Because I won't accept this"

Juwon avert his gaze, put down the cup, his hands are numb from the heat.

Dongsik stepped away, now leaning at the wall, arms crossed front of his chest, head heavily bowed, Juwoon couldn't bear to see him like that, and wasn’t he the one who caused it all?

"it's all because of me, this has nothing to do with you, I'm sorry" Juwoon earnestly said. Still, it didn't work; rather, it seemed to work in a completely different way. With shaking shoulders, Dongsik chuckled loudly, like his old self.

" Han Juwoon. I don’t want you pity"

'pity' the words cut accurately through his chest, rendering him out of breath.

"Let me guess what's next, 'lee Dongsik, I shouldn't cross your side again this would do us both better' or 'im the problem here' it could be 'I hurt you, how can you let it go', right?" he mimicked Juwoon.

"Don’t say this, those aren't funny"

"I know" the reply came quickly, with no hint of sarcasm in his voice.

'it hurts' the dull ach in his heart, the way Dongsik looked him in the eyes, broken, he hurt the only person he wanted to save with his soul, the person he once promised that he will go to hell for him. However, the next moment he arrests him, a year before he told him 'I can't let you ruin yourself, not anymore' however he only ended up ruining him, again. 'just like your father', -the thought flashed in his head, his headache hit harder this time- is there any way for him to stop hurting the people who cared about him, ' like my father did' ?

Again, dongsik voice is here; to bull him away from his thoughts "fine!" he said while he walked back to the table, where juwoon seems as if he had grown roots in his seat

"fine, let's say you're feeling guilty towards me, for the sake of the past or whatever bullshit you like "

' I didn’t say this' , ' it's not what I meant' he wanted to protest, the words already lying at the tip of his tongue, but Dongsik indicate to shush him, He was too afraid to hear what was coming next from the man.

" you think this idea hadn’t cross my mind before?"

He huffed a light laugh

"it did nag at me many times" he admitted in bitterness.

Juwoon stares at him, eyes opened wide.

" yes, sometimes I tell myself that: I'm holding you back from your life, because your feeling guilty to me. Else, why would a young man with a promising future stick himself in the mud beside a lunatic like me?"

"promising future" Juwoon echoes, he couldn’t suppress a laugh, dongsik ignored it and continued.

" Other times I tell myself that I should let go of you for my own good. It's cruel and selfish, but eventually, I couldn’t. The same as before, when I couldn't even bring myself to hate you, let alone blame you " He tapped to his chest.

"here; I hold nothing against you"

'here I only hold you' he didn’t say it.

" you told me this before" juwoon forced the words out.

"good thing you remember" he paused. " however, when I was at lose of what to do, the idea of letting go will hit again, thus, I asked myself, 'will you be fine if he goes?' " he scoffed to himself.

"God, how ridiculous this is! -no, the answer is: no, I won't be fine" His tone change, no longer playful

Juwoon was quite stunned. In other circumstances, Dongsik would laugh at this reaction of his, but now he didn't.

He let a sigh, shaking his head, "I figured this will be the answer already, but I went through it all to become clear to myself "

Juwoon dropped his head even lower, hiding from his eyes. A water droplet rolled from his damp hair down to his cheek, dongsik reached out his hand, casually brushing it away but he retreated back. ' this shouldn’t be hurting' yet it did hurt, and he couldn’t name the reason why. It's not like they were this intimate, this made no sense.

"You, you really think I stay out of feeling pity for you?" he managed to say finally.

"oh, correct me then, what you call this?" he gestured

between them.

'how came someone as smart as you can't tell what is this?'

He didn’t ask, after he realized, 'can I name it then?'

'I care about you' is it care?

Dongsik, not fully aware of his internal struggle, said,

" until you want to name this, bare this in your mind, I don’t want you pity, I don’t need any of your guilt. No excuses are acceptable since I made it clear before. If for any reason else, then you made it clear first to me, because each time I slightly bush you away, you came back with redoubled steps, and more glistening eyes, and I could only reach out to you", his voice gradually getting lower, softening, "juwoon-ah… what do you want? what can this man do for you?"

'This man has done enough for me' he only replied to the first question. "I don’t know."

"but You should, right? - ' will you be fine away from here'? ask yourself for me, will you?"

'here' is where exactly? Manyang? This old house? or This kitchen? The small space between them? or His warm comforting embrace? dongsik is in all of those places, he is nowhere else, so it's ' away from me'.

" I won't be selfish, I won't disturb your life and hold you back ", Is it selfish to hold the person you like beside you? Maybe. 'Then be selfish, Dongsik.' After a brief moment of silence, Juwoon's ringtone broke the silence, saving him from what he should say. He glanced at the ID caller; they were calling from work.

"yes… Ms. Park? What happened? Where is she now? is she fine?" his face expression shifted immediately.

Dongsik looked at him questioningly, and Juwoon looked back at him " yes, I understand, I'll be right there". The call ended, Dongsik asked "Mr. Park? Isn’t this Your partner?"

" yes, they said she had an accident this morning in her way to the station, I should go take her work"

Originally, today and tomorrow are his days off, but now he had to go back and take his partner's place at work.

Dongsik give him an affirmative nod " you should go then" he said after a pause "after eating up" he indicated.

"no, I'm going to be late, coffee was enough"

"Ya! this house has roles 'no skipping meal, you go change I'll reheat it for you" he urged him. Juwoon didn’t say much.

there are so many roles, apparently most of the roles are juwwon's; don't walk barefoot, no smoke before bed time, no smoking at all, no noodles for breakfast, knock on the bathroom door before entering, don’t throw the used towel at the bed ... along serious of don’t this don’t that, dongsik didn’t complain much, nor did he care too much. For him 'eat well, sleep well. and stay on the left side of the bed' were his only contributions to the household rules.

With no appetite, Juwoon only ate a few bites of his omelet, then quickly rushed towards the door. Dongsik lingered behind him, going through his third cigarette. He wasn’t too much into smoking, perhaps he thought with his mouth occupied by the small burning stick, he wouldn't have to say anything else until Juwoon left. But Juwon didn’t let him; right before stepping out, he hesitantly turned back to him.

" Dongsik-si, this isn’t good for you"

"what, smoking? It won't kill me"

" surely smoking isn't healthy, but that’s not what I mean" Juwoon said as bringing two fingers to dongsik's face, gently brushing between his eyebrows, wiping away the frown. " The frowning face, don’t be upset" he said, as Dongsik smirked "why? I'm no longer handsome?"

Juwoon couldn't ever get how pliantly his mood changes. Before, this used to bother him the most. Dongsik seems to not care about what happens around, but now he knows it’s a pretense. He could only envy his ability to act as if nothing mattered at all.

"No, I didn’t say you're not h-"

patting his shoulder, Dongsik interrupted himHe didn’t want to hear these words now " yeah, yeah, get it, now go, you will be late"

" I will be back, with an answer", he finally said

Dongsik hummed with a nod " drive safely"

Juwoon observed him for a moment, then made his way out.

[lexiconisfunny]

I want a bromance so bad, my brothers friend just said

“you’re not the brightest of anything which is really hard to do. I’ve been there too brother”

And then they dapped each other up

It’s like the same way drag queens bully each other, but it was one person bullying themself and his friend.

[martyrbat]

need to make a new list of comic book artists that randomly acknowledge superbat

[toxicroyjamie]

let's all stop with the bril vs breeb shit and enjoy a nice brett sandwich ... #tophiett #phibreb #breheel #pheett (?)

I think Pheett is good. Like, this is my favorite 3-way bromance, Feet

[liar-or-lawyer]

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

It's a Match! || 141 x Reader

[ Chapter 13 ] || [ Chapter 15 ]

Pairing: Gaz x Reader x Ghost || 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1.6K~ Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: this is purely self-indulgent. I wanted them to kiss.

Click here to see some fanart of this chapter by my lovely moot @xxshadowbabexx.

Chapter 14: (B)romance?

After that conversation, things got slightly easier. You found yourselves talking about random things, Simon showed off a few bandages from fresh injuries he got just this past week on a mission…

And almost an hour after they arrived, you were all sprawled from the couch and over the coffee table, watching one of the original Scream movies, much to Ghost’s delight and your displeasure… Which soon switched and turned into your and Gaz’s pleasure and Ghost’s dread.

“Look, it’s you.” You pointed at the TV for the fifth time in the row every time Ghostface was seen.

“I hate you.” Ghost groaned playfully. “Kyle, why’d you tell ‘em I wear a skull on the job?” He scoffed.

“You’re the one wearing it and you wanna blame me?” Kyle quipped as he cocked his brows. He had his arm draped over your shoulders and he used his hand to nudge Ghost on the shoulder.

“It’s making me look bad, mate, it’s the principle of the thing!” Ghost retorted as he snaked his arm between your back and the back of the couch, nudging Gaz’s exposed side with his own finger.

It was the first time that Gaz had ever heard Ghost call him, or anyone, mate. It would’ve made him smile, if the bloke wasn’t poking him.

“Oi! Watch it!” Kyle complained as he squirmed a bit against you.

“You ticklish, Garrick?” Simon quipped with a mischievous glance.

“Will you two stop it? I’m trying to watch the movie!” You scolded them, nudging them both with your elbows, causing them both to squirm, though Ghost’s squirming was much more stiffening than wiggling. “Childish…” You added.

“Not childish.” Simon retorted. “I’m 3-fucking-4.” He replied.

“You’re what?” Kyle asked as his head turned sharply to look at Ghost. “I thought you were 40.”

“You thought I was as old as Price is?” SImon asked as he turned to look at Kyle too.

“No wonder you look young, I thought you looked good for your age because of the mask and not being in the sun all day.” Gaz explained.

“Oh. My. God. Are you two having a moment right now?” You asked them, making them both turn to look at you with wide eyes. “Your little bromance is interrupting the movie.” You quipped with an impish smirk on your lips.

“Oh, we have a ‘bromance’, is it? You wouldn’t talk like that if you had my tongue down your throat like a few weeks ago.” Simon asked with a look in his eyes that said he did not appreciate the joke. But that just made you start giggling and biting your nail.

“Wait, you’ve kissed?” Kyle asked in surprise as he bounced up a bit and turned to look at you both.

“Yeeeees…?” You replied with a sheepish reply.

“So you’ve seen what Ghost looks like?” Gaz added.

“Noooo…?” You added as you casted Simon a glance, which only made him chuckle behind his mask.

“I said I’d let ‘em in due time.” He explained for you as he gave you a little squeeze.

“So, you’ve gotten drinks, eaten dinner, played videogames, had a movie night, slept together… All with the mask on?” Kyle asked, flabbergasted.

“Well, no. I took the mask off to sleep.” Simon replied.

“YOU TOOK THE MASK OFF TO SLEEP?!” You shrieked a bit, which only caused another grin to form on Simon’s face, his brown eyes crinkling smugly.

“You were asleep. It would’ve stank up if I slept with it on, I’m a mouth breather.” Simon replied.

“Ew, a mouth breather.” Gaz quipped, making you both laugh.

“I guess we’re just… not gonna watch the movie, huh?” You remarked as you glanced over at the TV where some blonde was screaming bloody murder.

“Guess not.” Gaz replied and shrugged a bit. After a beat of silence, he glanced over at the two of you again and narrowed his eyes. “How was it?”

“Hm?” You asked with a cocked brow.

“He means the kiss.” Simon replied as he nudged you with his shoulder, his arm lightly squeezing at your waist.

You scrunched up your lips sheepishly and shrugged. “It was good…”

Gaz and Ghost shared another look over your head, silently communicating between one another while stealing glances at you.

“Just good? And here I thought you’d liked it.” Simon remarked in mock offense.

“Right? I was going to say that doesn’t sound very convincing.” Kyle quipped.

“I-” You hesitated and sighed. “Will you two stop that? I know what you’re doing! Don’t fucking bully me!” You scolded them and you immediately noticed the smirk on Kyle’s lips, which you knew Simon was mirroring.

“Maybe I owe you a repeat.” Simon quipped as he shot Kyle a look and then looked down at you.

“A repeat?” You asked in shock as you blinked lightly. 

“And I definitely owe you one for comparison.” Kyle added.

“But…”

“But what? You talk that big game and act like a brat this whole time, trying to embarrass us…” Simon trailed off. “I think it’s time we get payback.” He added.

“Only if you’re okay with it.” Kyle interjected.

“Of course they’re okay with it.” Simon added and glanced down at you.

Sheepishly and with very warm cheeks, you found yourself nodding, not quite knowing the mess that you were about to get yourself into.

But, then again, when are you going to have the opportunity to have two blokes wanting to kiss you at once? Mia and Leah would kill you if you didn’t take the opportunity.

Simon’s warm, calloused and rough hand grabbed reached up to cover your eyes and after a second, the other clamped around your jaw the same way he had done weeks ago. You could hear Kyle’s breath hitch behind you, a sign that Simon had taken off his mask.

Then, Simon’s lips crashed into yours, his tongue already pushing its way inside. Once more, your tongue found the metal of his barbell piercing, the cold and hard texture drawing a whimper out of you as Simon dragged it over your own tongue.

You could feel Kyle’s warmth next to you, his arm slightly tightening his hold on you so you wouldn’t escape Simon’s kiss. Your hands gently grabbed onto Simon’s forearms, fingers digging in as the kiss left you light-headed.

After a moment, Simon pulled back, fixed his mask back into place, and uncovered your eyes. “So?” He teased when your eyes adjusted to the darkened room, illuminated only by the blue light of the TV playing the movie.

“Hm.” Was all you could reply with, a stupid little sound that didn’t at all convey how good the kiss felt. But it made Simon laugh, open mouthed, belly laughter, his head falling back over the edge of the couch.

“Cat got your tongue? Oh, wait, no, it’s me.” Simon bragged and you could swear he had a massive shit-eating grin on his stupidly kissable lips.

“Let me check.” Kyle replied and his own hand snaked to grab you around the neck. Before you had time to register it, your head was being dipped back and his lips were against yours.

Unlike Simon, Kyle’s lips were thick, warm, smooth… His tongue was a lot wetter, probably a consequence of Simon’s throat being permanentely dry from wearing the mask too much.

Now that he was so close, you could feel everything. The way his fingers gently rubbed at your pulse points on your neck, the scent of coconut oil that emanated from him, the light prickling of his goatee against your skin, when Simon’s was completely shaved clean…

Simon’s hand snaked down to your thigh and rubbed it lightly as you lost yourself in Kyle’s kiss, your hand grabbing and softly tugging onto his purple jumper.

You were the one that broke the kiss with a gasp for air, your eyes snapping open and finding Kyle looking at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes as he licked his lips. “So?” He echoed Simon’s earlier question.

Looking away, you sunk back on the couch and scoffed. “I hate you both.” You grumbled, making them both laugh.

“Damn, I didn’t think I kissed that badly.” Gaz quipped playfully.

“I sure as bloody hell don’t.” Simon replied. “I think they just have poor taste.”

Crossing your arms, you glared at them both. “Yeah? Well… If you’re both such great kissers, then why don’t you prove it?”

The two men looked over at you with raised brows and blinking away their shock at the suggestion. Then, they glanced at each other and seemed to be communicating wordlessly again.

“I’m fine with it.” Gaz quipped, humourously.

“Makes no difference to me.” Ghost replied. “C’mere, Garrick.”

Before you even had time to say you were joking, Simon tugged up his mask with one hand, enough to reveal his jawline and mouth, while the other wrapped around the back of Kyle’s neck with more aggression than necessary.

It was the first time you got to see a snippet of Simon’s face and his jawline was just like you had expected. Harsh, sharp like diamonds, free from any type of hair, and riddled with rough scars and a Glasgow smile carved from the corners of his mouth.

Their mouths collided so harshly that Kyle’s eyes doubled in size before he let go and closed them. Your eyes widened as well as you watched them locked in a kiss that was more passionate than I think any of you expected it to be.

As they pulled away, Ghost pulled down his mask again and glanced over at you, while a very shocked Gaz stood perfectly still, eyes widened and mouth left hanging open… Before he shook himself awake from his trance. “You have a piercing?!”

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[pixelscutz]

random jjk headcannons ₊˚✩

nanami - huge fan of doja cat

i’m not even sure why, but for some reason, the lyrics of her songs always turn him on. i mean come on? he can definitely relate to all of her lyrics,, wait actually no that sounds wrong. I hope yk what i mean. 

itadori - loves being babied 

although he wants to be a tough and protective guy in public, trust me, when you two are alone, he loves to lay in between your thighs and hear you sing sweet words to him. now that is the closest thing he has towards heaven. 

megumi - secretly has a sweet tooth

“hell no, i’m not eating that sugary shit, do you think i’m trying to speedrun diabetes?” 

and thennn you’ll find him secretly eating the leftover cake on his bed at 3am.

nobera- used to believe in ghost stories 

tbh, she still believes in some of the ghost stories, i mean when she first found out about jeff the killer and momo she fell down a rabbit hole of worries and fears on what she would do if they randomly appeared one day. although she now knows they don’t exist, she can’t help but always take extra precautions

sukuna - loves being praised like he’s a toddler 

I mean, we already think this guy’s ego is pretty big, but come on? “oh sukuna, you cleaned the kitchen? thank you love, you did such a good job!” he would be rolling his eyes, but secretly he’s jumping and screaming with joy

gojo - loves ariana grande & sabrina carpeter

gojo def understands how to treat a women,, i mean have you seen ari’s and sabrina’s lyrics? they teach him a lot about how to treat a woman, - heck he even studies them.

itadori + nobera - love to troll kids on roblox 

i mean, although they do save people from monsters and supernaturals everyday,, beefing with a couple of kids online doesn’t do any harm..

megumi - huge fnaf kid 

i know i can not be the only one who believes in this, i mean, the entire lore fanctinates him. if you ask him what fnaf is about, he will give you a deep breakdown from start to finish 

megumi + gojo - thinks of gojo as a father figure but will never admit it

once megumi called gojo dad,, yeah and that’s when gojo found out what megumi thinks of him and will always tease him abt it 

sukuna - has a extensive skincare and hair routine

i mean come on? have you ever wondered how his skin is always gleaming, and his hair is so silky? it’s obious this man loves to take care of himself but he will NEVER admit it 

megumi + itadori - they secretly watch romance animes together 

this is the definition of bromance, and they always love gushing over who’s their favorite ship, the annoying characters.. etc etc. so far,, fruit basket is their favorite !

part two soon ? :> 

[nor-4]

Formula 1 Incorrect Quotes with reader

F1IQ - Part Two

Y/n: You have issues Charles: Omg you noticed🥹❤️

Max: How tall are you? Yuki: Extremely. Thank you for asking

Lando, apologizing: . . .—-. - / … —.-. .-. -.- Y/n: What’s that? Lando: remorse code Y/n: I’m even angrier now

Lance: So girl what that mouth do Y/n: complain

Christian: Nice ass, sorry about the mental illness Toto: Thank you king

Y/n in drive to survive: If you’re ever losing an argument hit them with the “you just want me.” Max: I’m just saying you are in the wrong and you are yet still stubborn Y/n: you just want me Max: I do and now i need you to listen to me

Carlos: *wearing a turtle neck* Y/n: I heard in the internet that men who wear turtle neck are most likely to be a whore.

Y/n: Wtf people actually tell their crushes they like them???? Fernando: What the hell do you do? Y/n: i die? Lmao what kinda question…

Lewis: Bro. I am on my way

Lewis: Sorry for calling you bro you are my girlfriend and i love you

Y/n: I love you too brah

Daniel comforting max: Always here for you bro 🌹🌹🌹

Daniel: Those were flowers btw

Daniel: For our bromance

Y/n: Anyways see you in court

Lance: I get to see youu😍

Oscar: You're a reoccurring guest in my sleep

Y/n: are you in love with me

Oscar: i just see you when i sleep often

Y/n: because you are in love with me

Y/n: i am not normal about this man

Sebastian: You are not normal in general

Y/n: I need a relationship advice

Kimi: break up

Y/n: listen to me first

Y/n: You know you can open up to me anytime

Charles: Okay fine

Charles: Idrk how to explain it it's just i wish i was dead *Y/n liked this message*

Charles: Why the fuck did you like the message

Sebastian: Dinner is ready. Come down and eat.

Sebastian: bring down your lady friend

Y/n: ?? It's my friend charles. He's a boy

Sebastian: Gay. Christian thought it was a chick.

Y/n: well he has pretty face

Sebastian: Gay

Sebastian: Both of you come eat.

Lando: You heard a joke about gas lighter?

Carlos: no

Landos: yes you have

Carlos: No i haven't

Lando: You've literally heard it already

Carlos: I DONT KNOW

Lando: You're crazy

Y/n in drive to survive: Playing among us with a gay is really hard

Charles: Give me the code bitch

Y/n: Waitt

Y/n: SKSJHK

George: Omg what happened

Y/n: BITCH THAT'S THE CODE

Logan: You are really cute

Y/n: Thank youu, you too

Logan: So what do you like?

Y/n: murder

Y/n: Wait you like me??

Y/n: for my personality??

Yuki: i know I'm surprised too

Oscar: You are so annoying

Y/n: But you like me

Oscar: Doesn't make you less annoying

Y/n: So can we talk?

Lando: talk about what?

Y/n: about us

Lando: Why would you want to talk about United State

Lewis: that's it?

Lewis: You done bitching?

Y/n: That was just a warm up

George: THERE IS SO MANY SNACKS IN HERE

Y/n: WHAT SNACK

George: Like hot guys

George: NOT FOOD YOU FAT FUCK

Lance: How come you are abnormally nice to me lately

Y/n: what do you mean

Lance: You seem nicer than usual

Y/n: I'll punch you in the face if you want

Logan: What's up?

Y/n: about to have mental breakdown hbu?

Logan: in the middle of mental break down

Y/n: Why do we fight over stupid shit

Max: cause you say stupid shit

Y/n: baby are you flirting with me?

Logan: yes I'm trying

Logan: i dont even have an idea on what am i doing

[oliverwondertf]

A True Bromance

“Are you sure about this Mark?” I asked hesitantly. “That potion smells pretty disgusting babe. Whose underwear did you steal anyways?”

I pointed to the bubbling, dark green potion in my boyfriend’s hands as he took a whiff of its contents. He had just concocted another transformation brew and I was looking forward to seeing its effects in just a few moments.

“That’s just the way I like it - you know that bear. And hell if I know. I grabbed the first pair of boxer briefs I could find in an unlocked locker. Should make for an interesting shift this time…”

“Just promise me you’ll behave yourself this time. I know you like to get carried away when you shift.” The power to become someone else at your whim is truly an intoxicating power and I loved every moment he got to use it.

“Of course, bear.” He says with a devilish smirk. “I’m beginning to be a pro at this.”

With one smooth gulp, Mark downed the musky green potion and let out a satisfying burp, followed by a louder belch.

“Oh fuck…” Mark started to groan as his skin bubbled up and changed, starting with his arms and spreading across his torso and belly, before making its way down his legs and up to his face. Mark quickly stripped his body of his clothes, standing nude in our living room. I watched in horny disbelief as his features and his body proportions changed. His belly shrank down, becoming a nice set of toned abs. His body blossomed with copious amounts of body hair that began to materialize on his chest, abdomen, arms, and legs. He was pretty hairy before, but this was something else.

I watched as his face suddenly began to change, becoming unfamiliar to the cute adorable boyfriend that I’ve always loved. His beard more or less stayed the same, but his eyes, mouth, nose, and chin all began to reform. The final changes made their way over his body until I was left staring at the body and face of a very HOT and hairy gym bro.

“Mmm, how do I look bear?” Mark asked me in a completely unfamiliar voice. He looked down lustfully and rubbed his new hands along his hairy torso and pits before grabbing his new cock and jerking it a bit. “Or should I say *bro*?”

I looked in awe as my new boyfriend began exploring his new jock body, admiring his new features in the mirror. He began flexing and posing as if he really was the man he was impersonating. He completed his look by putting on a necklace, sports cap, and his own earbuds.

“You look fucking amazing babe. How do you feel?” I say, trying to hide my growing erection. "What should I even call you anymore?"

“I feel fucking fantastic bro... It’s incredible what that potion can do. I’ll be in this form for at least a week… maybe more. I got a lot of his essence from those boxer briefs. It’s sexy this dick was getting sweaty in those.” Mark grabs his erect cock one more time and playfully teases it in front of me. "And you should keep calling me Mark - fuck if I know his real name."

“Yeah… fuck, we’re going to have to explore your body more in the bedroom. I’m leaking just looking at you right now, bear.”

“Oh I agree bro. But first you need to drink your potion, don’t you? 😈”

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To be continued... This was my first time writing a story in a while! I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did writing it!

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

ABSOLUTELY DELICIOUS S2 BTS VIDEO! :)❤ 🐍😊

David: Good Omens 2 will be once more unto the breach...

Michael: The kind of world that Neil and Terry Pratchett created here. It's... it seems to be expanding out into the world in all kinds of unexpected and and truly joyful ways.

Douglas Mackinnon (the directior): If Season one was a comedy about the End of the World, Season Two is a comedy about the beginning of everything else.

Miranda Richardson (demon Shax): The Bromance is continuing.

Doon Mackichan (Archangel Michael): What a cast, is all I can say, incredible, incredible cast.

Liz Carr (angel Saraqael): But of course a script of Good Omens is a whole different thing because anything can happen.

Shelley Con (Prince of Hell Beelzebub): There's always a smirk somewhere around the corner in a Good Omens script.

Quelin Sepulveda (angel Muriel): I had no idea what to expect, where this character was gonna go...

Liz: I feel quite honored that when they were thinking of the realms of sarcasm they thought of me.

Gloria Obianyo (angel Uriel): Seven-year-old me is like, 'Oh my God! This is the stuff of dreams!'

Maggie Service (human Maggie): A whole Fantastical Universe of joy that we just get to playing and you'll get to watch.

Tim Downie (Mr Brown): I am immeasurably, immeasurably excited.

Jon Hamm (Archangel Gabriel / Jim): You know I was very pleased when when I was brought back to be a part of that story.

Neil Gaiman: Ppeople are excited and I'm working so hard to tell them absolutely nothing. I'm very lucky because Michael Sheen and David Tennant love Crowley and Aziraphale. I think the first moment that I saw David and Michael acting together... all of a sudden there was Crowley and there was Aziraphale, it was like seeing two friends who I hadn't seen for years.

David: There's something about the way Neil sees the mundane that is extraordinary and there's something about the way things filter through his imagination and of course in this world it also sprinkled with the imagination of Terry Pratchett and those two together created this cocktail that is it's unlike anything you've seen anywhere else and yet it feels utterly familiar.

Michael: And they both have a sense of the absurdity of what it is to be a human.

Rob Wilkins: When you've got David and Michael in front of the camera David and Michael evaporate and you have Crowley in Aziraphale and that relationship it needed it needed interrogating more and of course we all know that Terry and Neil had conversations about what the sequel would be and Neil has taken that and he's blown it up in a way that the viewers are just going to love so what would Terry think? Terry would pat Neil on the back and he would push Good Omens forward, he would break a bottle of champagne over its bows and be absolutely delighted and I know that, I'm the one person on Earth who's been entrusted to know that for certain and I promise you Terry would be absolutely delighted.

David: We've got some cast members coming back, returning but playing different parts which is a lovely little addition to things isn't it, so Miranda Richardson is back not playing the same role as Season One, she's now Shax, my replacement - Crowley's replacement on Earth.

Neil: Shelley Conn came in as Beelzebub and it feels in a weird way kind of like a Doctor Who Regeneration. We have a new demon called Furfur played by Rheece Shearsmith who was our Shakespeare in Season One.

David: Nina and Maggie were two of the Sisters in Season One, The nunnery of Doom, and now they are two characters imaginatively called Nina and Maggie.

Maggie: In season one really it was just me and the nuns, it was the nun gang, so to actually get to meet Aziraphale and Crowley... I hadn't been prepared for how delightful Aziraphale is.

Neil: Season Two begins about threem four years after the events of Season One.

Michael: Aziraphale and Crowley now are, you know, out on their own, they're.. they're a team to themselves.

Neil: Everything changes when Aziraphale gets an unexpected visitor.

Michael: A familiar face comes along with a mystery that needs solving and as Aziraphale and Crowley attempt to solve that mystery they realize that there are much more terrifying things ahead than they've had to deal with in the past. That involves having to go back through history as well to get clues as to what might be going on.

David: When we go back into these stories set within Aziraphale and Crowley's personal history there are moments within those stories where where their relationships sort of pivots or develops in some way. Himself and Aziraphale I think rely on each other even more in season two than they did in Season One because they are by necessity and by circumstance they're a they're a double act that nobody else can join.

Michael: It's extraordinary to see how important these characters and this story have become to a lot of people and how much people enjoy expressing themselves through art, through fan fiction.

David: I went to a Comic-Con and the amount of Crowleys and Aziraphales that I saw everywhere, the cosplaying just took off, and always in twos, which was joyous because of course the characters in my mind only exist in relation to each other. They are the Ying and the Yang.

Michael: It's such a... I think it's such a compliment and I think Neil feels the same way as well.

Maggie: Always clever Neil Gaiman, isn't he?

Nina: Yeah yeah, you'd have to sort of admit that at some point, yeah-

Maggie: He's quite good at his job.

[edenesth]

Cheat Codes and Heartstrings

"Oh, dude, what are you doing here? Weren't you supposed to be on a date?" Wooyoung asked, raising an eyebrow at his friend's unexpected appearance at their gaming hangout—a plan Yunho had bailed on to be with his girlfriend.

The taller man sighed, pulling out the empty chair and dropping into it. "She cancelled. Said something important came up, so she couldn't make it. Guess we're gaming now."

Mingi smirked, fingers flying across the keyboard as he struggled to talk while focusing on his ongoing Valorant match. "Told you, man. Nothing beats our bond, not even girls. Bros before hoes, always."

San scoffed, tossing a chip at him from across the table, offended on behalf of his loving partner, who was currently at home baking his favourite brownies while waiting for him. "Yeah, yeah. You're just salty you don't have a girlfriend."

"Yeah right, simp," Mingi rolled his eyes.

Wooyoung snickered. "Nah bro, he's not salty about not having a girlfriend. He's just salty because Yunho betrayed his moral loyalty and fell in love with someone else."

"Shut the hell up, Woo," Mingi shot him a side glare before his friend could fire back with their never-ending bromance joke, muttering a curse as he lost his game. He quickly switched over to League of Legends. "Anyway, you showed up at the perfect time—DoraTheDestroyer's playing today."

That got Yunho's full attention. He immediately perked up, scrambling to log into his Steam account. "No way, seriously? Is she actually here?"

DoraTheDestroyer—the most famous female gaming legend in this part of Seoul—had crushed all LOL players and held the top spot for ages. People often wondered why she hadn't gone pro. Few knew what she really looked like, as she preferred to stay under the radar, slipping in and out of cybercafes in her signature black Adidas windbreaker and cap. She always played in the VIP section, away from the regulars.

"Yeah, she's here. Probably for the weekly tournament, though we all know she never accepts invitations to the national championship," San confirmed, nodding toward the VIP section. The doors were closed, but through the small window, they could glimpse her trademark outfit. "Such a waste of good talent."

"Tell me about it." For a moment, Yunho forgot about his girlfriend, his face lighting up at the sight of the female gamer's familiar profile picture—a popular meme of Tyler the Creator dressed as Dora the Explorer.

"Holy crap, I can't believe we finally get to play against her," he grinned, his heart racing with excitement. He'd been waiting for this moment for a long time. As much as the Korean gaming community hyped her up, he needed to experience her skills firsthand—and get beaten by her—to fully believe she was that good.

Mingi chuckled, flexing his fingers as they geared up for the match. "You should probably thank your girlfriend for cancelling. Turns out it was a blessing in disguise."

The match began, and right away, the female gamer's team took an aggressive stance, pushing hard against their defences. But the guys weren't going down without a fight. They called out positions, planned counters, and slowly gained ground.

At first, it seemed like they were evenly matched. Yunho even managed a few key kills that had him grinning in satisfaction. "Well well, looks like we've got a shot," he said, feeling the adrenaline surge. The game was neck-and-neck, the score swinging back and forth as both teams traded victories in intense skirmishes.

But then, as the match wore on, something shifted. The legend had been quiet for a while—too quiet. Just when they thought they had her pinned, she'd slip away, regrouping with her team in ways that left them scrambling to defend their positions. Her map awareness was on another level, and her timing, impeccable.

Mingi caught on first. "Wait… she's playing us. She's luring us into traps."

It became clear she wasn't just good—she was a strategist, always two steps ahead. The moment they thought they had control, her team would come in for a devastating coordinated attack, wiping them out with perfect synergy. Her ability to manipulate the battlefield, vanish when needed, and strike when least expected left them speechless.

The final battle was the most intense, and for a moment, it looked like Yunho's team might actually pull off a victory. They fought tooth and nail, but in the end, her team made a flawless, surgical final push. The defeat was swift, calculated, and undeniable. And as expected, she emerged as the MVP of the match once again.

Yunho leaned back in his chair, breathing heavily. "She's amazing," he said, awe-struck.

His friends sat in stunned silence, nodding in agreement, still processing the sheer level of skill they had just witnessed.

"Well," Mingi finally spoke, running a hand through his hair. "That was something else."

Yunho was still trying to process the insane skills he had just witnessed. DoraTheDestroyer wasn't just a legend in the community; she was a master tactician. Her stealth, her timing—it was on a level he hadn't even imagined. His heart was still racing from the match when his phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with a message from his girlfriend.

'Sorry for bailing earlier, Yuyu :((( I just got done, let's meet and I'll make it up to you, okie? <3' — beautiful✨

He stared at the text for a moment, his thumb hovering over the screen. Normally, he'd be up in a flash, eager to meet her. But this time, he stayed seated, his mind still reeling from the game. Wooyoung, who had caught a glimpse of the message, nudged him. "Bro, aren't you going?"

Yunho bit his lip, feeling conflicted. He cared about his girlfriend, but something about what had just happened stuck with him. "This won't do, guys," he said, shaking his head. "I have to convince her to join the national championship. She's too good to be just playing for fun like this. She'd make South Korea proud."

Mingi looked over at him, surprised. "Dude, you're serious?"

Yunho nodded firmly. "She's the real deal, man. If anyone can dominate on the national stage, it's her. I have to try."

He pushed himself off his seat, spotting the female gamer moving to leave the VIP section. "Here goes nothing," he gulped, steeling himself as he approached the figure. She was masked up, her cap pulled low, and walked swiftly toward the cybercafe's exit, ignoring the stares that followed her, just like she always did.

"Wait, miss!" he called out, his heart racing as her steps faltered, but she didn't turn to face him. His friends watched intently, along with all the others in the cafe, curious about what he was about to do.

"Look, I just wanted to say how incredibly talented you are. I don't understand why you haven't gone pro yet, but you need to! I promise you will have my full support, along with all the guys here!" he declared, urgency creeping into his voice. There was a pause, and the room fell silent, everyone holding their breath.

Slowly, she turned around, her head still lowered, the cap obscuring her face. "If I do, will you forgive me?" she replied softly.

Yunho blinked, momentarily speechless. "Wh-what...?" His jaw dropped as she finally removed her cap and mask, revealing...

"Babe?" he gasped.

A chorus of disappointed groans swept through the crowd of amateur gamers, who were heartbroken to finally learn the identity of their goddess—and that she had a boyfriend—one who was just as attractive as she was. The revelation sent murmurs rippling through the room, and a collective sigh of annoyance echoed from the guys, realising their beloved idol was taken.

You nervously bit your lip as you watched your boyfriend stride toward you, each step purposeful. He cupped your face in his hands, his gaze intense as he muttered, "God, I didn't think it was possible to love you even more than I already do."

The crowd quickly dispersed, returning to their games, envious out of their minds.

You beamed at his words, reaching up to cover his hands with yours. "Does this mean I'm forgiven?" you asked hopefully, but his grin took on a sly edge as he leaned in to whisper in your ear, "You wish, baby. It's going to take a lot of making up for that."

Your cheeks flushed at his teasing, warmth spreading through you as he wrapped a possessive arm around your back, guiding you out of the male-dominated space. Stepping outside, you felt excitement and apprehension, knowing that your journey to make amends for keeping your identity a secret was just beginning.

As you walked together, Yunho couldn't help but stare down at you, still trying to process everything. He was in awe. The sweet, innocent girl who had always been at the top of her class and earned "Employee of the Year" at work was also a badass gamer who commanded the virtual battlefield. "Why didn't you just tell me who you were?"

You sighed, leaning into his embrace. "I'm sorry... I know this probably sounds stupid, but I didn't want you to see me differently. What if you didn't like the version of me you just saw? What if—”

"Are you kidding? It is stupid. If anything, I love you even more. Do you have any idea how hot that is? DoraTheDestroyer," he murmured, shaking his head in disbelief. His tone deepened as he tightened his grip on you. "You could destroy me any day."

You blushed, realising that if you had known your gentle giant had such a naughty side, just as he didn't know about yours, you might have told him from the start.

"Maybe I will, Yuyu."

✨ Bonus ✨

"So, are you still mad at Yunho for betraying his moral loyalty?" Wooyoung teased, nudging Mingi, who was still in shock. "I mean, she's only the nation's best League of Legends player. Do you still think you could go up against her?"

The tall dork cleared his throat, blinking as if that would help him regain his composure. "I might not be able to beat her in League, but that doesn't mean I can't beat her in winning Yunho's affections."

San raised an eyebrow, his expression clearly saying, "Really, brother?"

"Fine… I guess she is kinda cool," Mingi conceded. He crossed his arms, trying to maintain a tough demeanour, but there was no hiding the admiration in his voice. "I'll let her have him if she joins the championship."

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The idea of gamer Yunho is just so 🫦 this was supposed to be a short little timestamp but as usual, I get carried away and voila.

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