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[propertyofwicked]

revenge

she just loves to cause chaos on the timeline, especially with the recent news of her best friends unemployment.

fewtrell!reader x platonic!f1grid smau

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yourusername 'wanna make him really jealous, wanna make him feel bad...

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user2 get him back lyrics in the caption??? what does it mean???

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yourusername p.s why have i been golfing more than once in the last week what has my life come to?

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⤷ oscarpiastri not soon enough

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yourusername my favourite animal is lando resisting the urge to get behind the dj booth

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user8 tell him to stop resisting.

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⤷ user3 she's max's sister, but closer to oscar and logan in age so she met them when max was in f4 & f-renault

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[doctorknightley]

Who: Knightley, Mo Reyes, Kirby Where: Eagan and Mo's house Summary: When you're so desperate for relationship advice you go to Knightley and Kirby. Also Kirby gets first aid on their foot. Neat.

TW: foot injury

Knightley helped Kirby onto the couch, while Mo put a towel on the coffee table. Bringing Kirby's foot up he set it down on the towel once they'd pushed the table closer. "Alright so our lovely patient here has agreed to volunteer for you to get more training," Knightley began, "We're just doing some cleanup today, and making sure there's no signs of infection. Also working on your bedside manner." Glancing at Kirby he raised a brow, "How's the pain been? That tea Zarina gave you helping to keep it manageable?" As much as he liked Mo he wasn't about to bring attention to what kind of medications they had at the Commune.

Moving in with Eagan had helped Mo out in multiple ways. He got to see his favorite person and he had a more private setting to work with Knightley. The nursing home had him busy all the time and the Commune had them both waiting on approval for him to be allowed in. As he watched Knightley unwrap Kirby's foot he winced, "Shit man it really did go straight through." At the look Knightley shot at him, he cleared his throat, "I mean, it looks red and bruised, but I don't see any infection. So you're healing good?" The last part is more of a question as he glances at Knightley to get a nod of confirmation.

Knightley asked Kirby to do this and of course they agreed, with the agreement being to help them get the hell over there so they didn't have to walk the entire way. that would've been annoying and kind of painful. they chuckled at Mo and the wince, "pain's been fine. long as i'm not on it for a long time then the tea keeps the pain down to a minimum." they said putting their hands behind their head. "and yes, yes it did. can't tell you how weird it felt feeling it go in then immediately go out."

Knightley had to resist the urge to sigh when Mo cursed, he knew he had decent care for the residents, but he had a habit of letting his thoughts slip through on occasion. Setting the first aid kit next to their foot, he pulled out a pair of gloves for himself and Mo, sliding his own on as they did. "We don't always have things to help with pain, keeping people talking is a good distraction," Knightley explained as motioned for Mo to take Kirby's foot so he could guide him through cleaning it. "You tell Teddy yet, or you actually go with the stubbing your toe lie?" he asked, giving them a curious look.

Mo took the gloves pulling them on as he carefully picked up Kirby's foot following Knightley's instructions and taking note of the damage as well as how to treat it. His eyes glanced up at Kirby giving a low whistle, "Yea bet it felt weird, worse thing I've gotten hit with a golf club by my nephew when he was like 6. Was trying to take it from him and he knocked a tooth out." At the mention of Teddy he gets back to work before asking, "You and Teddy are dating right? Or is he like trying to date the cop?"

Kirby was watching the both of them, it was a little weird if they had to admit but it was a feeling they’d get over quickly the more they talked and got comfortable with Mo around. “oh yeah i told him, there was no way i was getting away with lying when my foot looks like that.” they said, gesturing to it. “this isn’t even the worst i’ve had, i used to work at a bar for five years so you can imagine some of the shit that went down there.” At the mention of Teddy trying to date the cop, Kirby chuckled and shook their head some. “Yeah him and i are dating, we have an open relationship though so he knows I don't care if he flirts with other people and he doesn’t care if i do it too.”

Knightley chuckled, "Please tell me you didn't actually show him your foot, isn't he squeamish with blood?" He vaguely recalls either Kirby or Teddy mentioning it to him at some point. While he'd been fairly satisfied with the patch up job he'd done, it still wasn't great to look at while it healed. Some injuries tended to look worse before they finally started looking better again. He's keeping an eye on Mo while also watching Kirby for any signs that the pain has worsened, as much as he can stay neutral it is harder to treat friends he's learned.

Mo was going slower than he liked but he wanted to make sure he did a good job, he didn't want to be the reason Kirby's foot fell off or something. "You work at the post office right? Bar life not for you anymore then?" It's hard to imagine what a bar outside Huntsville was like, he'd been stuck here before he'd been legally old enough to drink. "Never been anywhere but here, use to the daytime drinking," he admitted shrugging. At their explanation he nods in understanding, "Oh ok, so like same shit Knightley and Z got going on," he says, feeling their cheek heat up slightly when he recalls how he'd found out about their situation. "Honestly being open sounds pretty good, mean sex is cool, but I uh…only one person dating feels like it makes sense for me." Ok he needs to shut up, he's being way too personal, "Teddy helped my sister with her kid a couple times, good guy. Y'all known each other long?"

“oh god no, i did offer just to tease him and i swear he went ghostly white at just the thought of seeing it.” the talking was enough of a distraction for Kirby that they couldn’t even really tell that Mo was working on their foot. other than a tiny wince that happened every so often and could only really tell if you were looking at their face. Kirby nodded, “I do but i guess i chose this cause it felt like easy rations.” Kirby admitted then smiled. “yeah actually, a lot like them. Knightley telling me about him and z was actually the reason I brought it up to teddy. I just felt more comfortable with it like this and he was willing to give it a shot, it’s been working so far i think.” they shrugged. it was working out for them this way and Kirby was grateful for that. “since i got here basically so around three years almost. I have no interest in dating anyone else if I'm honest. I just like having the opportunity to have sex whenever since we don’t live together.”

"I should teach you what to check for in case of concussions," Knightley deadpanned, but there was a grin threatening to form on his face. He was trying to keep his composure but he could clearly picture Kirby antagonizing Teddy with his foot. The mental image managed to get a chuckle out of him. "Honestly you keep that up and he will hit his head on something when he faints," he quipped. Glancing at Mo as he worked he raised a brow at his questions, his eyes drifting around the house they were at. While them moving in together wasn't strange, they also hadn't mentioned any other changes which did have him curious.

Mo hummed in thought as he started rewrapping Kirby's foot. He vaguely knows the details with Knightley and Z, coworkers to relationship from what they understand. Kirby's situation seemed closer to his own, "So friends to dating then? The good old romcoms tropes?" He jokes trying to keep it under wraps how much he wants to ask more questions. They also seemed to have been right, or Kirby had a high pain tolerance, either way talking had made the patch up job easier. "Y'all planning on living together eventually? That one dude who fought with Teddy left right?" Maybe he should have told Eagan before moving in together, he thought to himself.

“oh please i tease him but he knows i won’t actually show him no matter how much he asks and if i ever do his ass will be firmly planted on the couch anyway.” Kirby laughed knowing there was no way they could help teddy to his feet in the case he did actually faint so any teasing was done while they were sitting down. “yeah something like that, he was my best friend before we started dating. well, one of them and he still is so.” they shrugged and rolled their eyes at the mention of Toni even though it wasn’t by name it was obvious who Mo was asking about. “his ass left yeah, good riddance in my opinion.” Kirby crossed their arms over their chest and slouched down a bit, biting the inside of their cheek irritated again about how all that went down. “but i don’t know, maybe. I like living at the commune but i also like having the privacy with him over at his place. I'd say later down the road when we’re together for longer I might change my mind on him moving in or me moving out but I like how things are right now.”

"Smart, if he passed out forward probably full on crush you," Knightley quipped. He adjusted the bandages around Kirby's foot, showing Mo how to properly tighten it without causing too much discomfort. At the mention of Toni he let Mo finish up, glancing at Kirby. After the faire his personal opinion of Toni wasn't high, preferring to limit his contact with the man to work only. His brow furrowed at the look on Kirby's face, "He did actually leave you alone like he said he was going to, right?" He asked, wondering if he'd missed something.

Mo glanced between the two as he started repacking up the first aid kit. Taking his gloves off he plopped down on the other end of the couch. He knew Toni and Teddy got into a fight or something, "Toni was trash talking you at the faire right?" He shook his head, the both guys were friends with Celia, he was hoping they were at least civil when around her. "He's friends with my sister, but he hasn't been around much. Figured it was cause Commune kept him busy or whatever."

“nope.” Kirby said quickly. “he tried to apologize but shit was said long story short i told him to shove the apology up his ass. i don’t really want to get into everything he said.” especially because they knew they weren’t innocent in it either and said stuff they shouldn’t, they were more anxious than anything at others starting to think they were a bad person because of it all. “he was yeah, some petty shit he had with teddy I'm pretty sure about your sister i guess. i don’t remember all of it but it was once again Toni trying to act like some big fucking macho man from what i gathered and do remember.”

Knightley stared, feeling his jaw clench, "Well least he said it to your face this time, I'll give him that," he grumbled. Getting off the floor he opted for the arm chair near the couch. "Glad things with Teddy are going well at least, bit of a rough start there for a minute," he said grimacing at how that day at the Ren faire had gone.

Mo felt like he'd stepped into something, but wasn't completely sure whether it was interesting or just awkward. His brow furrowed at the mention of Celia being one of the reasons, "She's got enough shit on her plate, least they've kept her out of it." As long as they both kept it that way he wouldn't have to get involved. "So is it weird now for you guys? Going from just friends to dating?" Figures they should fully change the topic. Reaching into his jacket pocket he pulls out a tin case. "Don't have tea for pain, but got weed. Or could see what we got at the bar if you rather that," Mo offered figuring he owed Kirby for letting him be their practice patient.

“said it to my face where everyone else at the commune could hear if they wanted to.” Kirby mumbled mostly to themselves and ran a hand through their hair before sitting up again. they only nodded at the mention of keeping Celia out of it, as far as they knew it was going to stay that way anyway. “not really, we act the same as we did when we were just friends now we’ve just got a label on it instead.” Kirby shrugged and looked at their foot then back at mo. “honestly pains manageable right now but I'm not gonna say no to free weed.” they said with a grin.

"Should have left his nose stay broken," Knightley grumbled to himself. He was good at keeping his emotions under control, but Toni had managed to annoy him enough with his interactions with Kirby. Glancing at Mo he raised a brow at how interested they were in Kirby and Teddy's relationship. "So how's living with Eagan? Didn't even tell me you were planning on that."

Mo took out his lighter after popping open the tin. Alcohol was still his main choice, but hanging with Val had him stocking up. Taking a slow drag, he leaned over to hand the joint and lighter to Kirby. He held the smoke before blowing it out, "What label do you have?" Glancing at Knightley he felt his cheeks flush as they shrugged, "It's fine and it just kind of happened. I was bitching about them stealing the sheets and then she's asking me if I want my own room here. So I have one now."

Kirby took the lighter and joint from Mo to take their own hit now, taking a long and what they felt like a much needed drag from it. they handed it back over to him and slouched back on the couch again, stretching a bit as they exhaled the smoke and shrugged. “boyfriends, i told him i don’t care if he refers to me as his boyfriend or partner but that’s essentially it. he’s my boyfriend and I'm his.” they hadn’t talked a whole lot about their relationship with anyone yet so it was taking some getting used to. “so you bitched about some sheets and now you live here huh? iiiiinteresting.” Kirby teased with a grin and glanced at Knightley.

When Mo held the joint and lighter to him, Knightley shook his head receiving a shrug back as the younger man took another hit. One of them should probably stay sober he mused, before glancing at Kirby, feeling a genuine smile on his face at how happy they seemed with Teddy. There was a small part of him that still felt guilty for how things had played out, but seeing them doing well was making it fade over time. Catching the look, his smile slid into a smirk as he glanced at Mo, "And here I thought you falling asleep on them at the faire was a one time thing," he quipped, "Complaining about sheet stealing, the two of you sound so domestic."

Mo had been in the middle of inhaling when he saw the grin on Kirby's face, pulling it away from his mouth he coughed awkwardly, hitting his chest with his first. Practically shoving the joint and lighter back at Kirby, "And here I was actually starting to like you," he grumbled feeling his face heat up even more. Glancing at Knightley they glared at him, "Shut the fuck up, we're not domestic. We're…" trailing off they shrugged mildly frustrated, "Fuck if I know, but it ain't domestic, you're domestic. Both of you are, with your romcom ass relationships."

Kirby grabbed the joint with a laugh and shrugged a bit, taking another big puff from it themselves. “don’t lie, you still like me. who else is gonna give you experience on bandaging someone up?” they looked over at Knightley as if to confirm that this does in fact happen a lot. “hey at least we can admit that we’re domestic. that why you kept asking me all those questions? cause you wanna be domestic with them hmmm?”

Knightley gave a serious nod, "Exactly Kirby is the perfect patient," he said before the grin broke through as he chuckled. Glancing at Kirby he shook his head, "We're going to give Teddy a heart attack." Turning back to Mo he raised a brow at the romcom comment, part of him wanted to argue but then again after the faire incident it had felt like some dramatic romance novel.

Mo was glaring at his lap, his cheeks felt like they were on fire as he shot Kirby another look. "If you weren't my patient and my guest I'd tackle you off this couch," he grumbled though there wasn't any heat behind his words. Squirming on his end of the couch he pressed his hands against his eyes, "Man I don't fucking know, they've been my best friend for like 8 years. They don't do relationships at least I don't think she does. And all my shits just been casual for like ever now, so how the fuck do I even bring it up."

"thank you." Kirby grinned back at Knightley and shook their head. "probably but he knows i don't get hurt on purpose, he signed up to be with my accident prone ass it's fine." they chuckled and was going to hand the joint back to Mo but was trying not to laugh at how red his face had gotten. "damn, you could cook an egg off your cheeks right now. oh you are so down bad for this person huh?" they laughed finally and threw a pillow towards him. "do it you won't, I still got three more working limbs." though they both knew if Mo even tried, Knightley would only have to shoot either of them a look and they'd stop. "I can tell you what not to do, aka, don't try and use your best friend to make her jealous cause it will back fire in your face. probably."

"He did sign up for that, well least you're still under warranty for me to patch you up," Knightley quipped, "Or could go with our local tomato over here." He probably should cut the younger man some slack, but he was also having too much watching him get increasingly flustered over all this. At the mention of what not to do, he held back a groan leaning his head back against the chair. While he'd been thinking about those events he'd been avoiding voicing them. "Agreed, do not do that. It will end awkwardly for all involved. As well as cause anxiety all around." Did he and Zarina decide to go public partly based on those events? Yes. Would he have rather had them come to that conclusion from literally anything else? Also yes.

Mo grunted when the pillow hit the side of his head, grabbing it he'd been tempted to say fuck it to proper bedside manner and whack Kirby anyway when he actually listened to what the two were saying. Glancing between them he set the pillow in his lap as his brow furrowed, "Wait aren't you two best friends or whatever?" Turning to look at Kirby he stared before a smirk formed on his face, "Dude did you seriously try and use Knightley to make him jealous? The romcom thing was suppose to be a joke, but holy shit." Glancing between them again he laughed and shook his head, "Using a doctor to make the small town guy jealous, damn dude that really is right out of a shitty romance novel."

“if i went with the local tomato then you’d be the one upset, don’t lie. i made that promise for a reason remember?” Kirby raised their eyebrow at Knightley only to start laughing again and shook their head. Mo's jokes mixed with Knightley's comment made their own cheeks go red but this time more from embarrassment of the entire situation, it wasn’t their proudest moment of ideas. they slumped into the couch more and crossed their arms again, pouting slightly. “shut up. it worked didn’t it?” not in the way any of them were hoping. “plus I said don’t do that, as in it backfired on me massively because I love teddy but he ended up thinking i was dating Knightley and not interested in him when it was the other way around and it was just one big awkward mess when we could’ve just talked and been honest with each other instead.” then again Kirby was the last person to willingly talk about their feelings with anyone.

"He's practically my protégé now, it be like going to the smaller version of me," Knightley quipped, "Though he's still on probation so I'm overseeing." If he was honest he'd still prefer to treat Kirby himself, but it was practical to know someone else could do it if needed. It was his turn for his face to flush, running a hand through his hair, having to explain things to Teddy had been an odd experience but least he had taken the hint. "You know talking about how it worked out might be sending mix signals, even if you two are in love now," he said giving them an amused smile.

Mo reached over to snatch the joint and lighter back, "I'm not that much shorter than you asshole," he grumbled. Taking a slow drag he managed one wobbly smoke circle. "So don't make them jealous, but if I did it could work out," they said shaking their head, "He's right I'm getting mixed signals." Grinning at Kirby they tossed the pillow back at them, "What are you pouting about, you're in loooove," he said stretching the word out obnoxiously, "Who knew you were such a marshmallow?"

Kirby hadn’t realized what they said and used the pillow to hide their face instead. “shut uuuuuuup,” they groaned out but it was muffled. they looked up now only to give Knightley a glare before moving it to Mo, deciding to throw the pillow back at him since he was the closest. except this time they aimed for his head and got up from the couch. “you know what? screw you guys I'm going back to the commune.” Kirby became to hobble their way towards the door since they still couldn’t put pressure on that foot yet and resorted to hopping.

Knightley felt a grin form, chuckling to himself as he watched the two go back and forth at each other. Getting up when Kirby did, it barely took a few steps to scoop them up in his arms. Opting instead to set them in the arm chair before taking their spot on the couch. "If you really wanna head back we can, but the hopping is just gonna ruin all the clean up we did," he still had an amused grin on his face as he looked at them. Glancing at Mo he raised a brow, "As funny as this is, Kirby isn't wrong about communicating. Eagan isn't unreasonable, unhinged maybe but you've been friends this long."

Mo grunted when the pillow hit him in the face, having been in the middle of another drag. Coughing he cleared his throat as he laughed, "Dude was that a South Park reference?" At Knightley's comment, he fiddled with the joint setting it back into the tin, stuffing both items in his pocket. "Yea we've been friends a while, which is why I don't wanna fuck things up. I just started living here, don't wanna make it weird, you know?"

“why must you be so fucking tall, this is unfair.” Kirby complained as Knightley scooped them and moved them to the chair instead. “I'm calling height disadvantage, if you were closer to my height I would’ve made it so much farther.” still they decided to get comfortable in the chair, sitting sideways on it and throwing their feet over the side to look at the both of them. “what? I've never actually seen south park before so I'm gonna go with no.” Kirby chuckled. they didn’t know Eagan or at least we’ll enough to have a judgement on how they were as a person but he figured if Knightley got along with her then they were probably cool. “you two sleep in the same bed sometimes despite you having your own room yeah? dude i doubt you’d be able to make it weird while that’s happening and worst case if it does get weird you can always just move out again.”

"Genetics, maybe I just stretched growing up a lot more than you or drank enough milk," Knightley deadpanned. Cocking his head to the side, he shrugged, a grin slipping back on his face, "Maybe you would have won at archery if I was closer to your height."

Mo felt his face flush at the reminder of how his nights went now. "I mean Yea I guess, we switch between rooms. Or I'll still crash at my sister's." Considering his social circle was less than a handful of people, talking about feelings was new and he's wasn't sure how he liked it. He flinched at the moving out comment which probably should have been a sign. "Feelings suck dude, I'm signing up to be a duck. Just toss myself into a pond."

“well whoever the fuck my parents are must’ve drew the short end of the stick, literally, cause if i was taller i’d be unstoppable.” Kirby glared at Knightley once again, remembering how they’d lost at archery by a single stupid point. “smothering you with a pillow is looking real good right now.” then they flipped him the bird before looking back at mo. “why would you wanna be the game warden?” Kirby teased knowing that they might be the only one who actually got that joke. “but yeah, they do suck. you just gotta deal with them sometimes or you can bottle them up for the rest of your life until you eventually explode. your choice.” they said casually with a grin.

Knightley chuckled, "Well least you can reach my face when I'm sitting." He raised a brow at Kirby's joke and shook his head, "That was terrible even for you." Cocking his head to the side he glanced between the two, "Huh, that was genuine advice, I'm impressed," turning back to Mo he shrugged, "They're not wrong it's your call. But considering how miserable you look might want to do something about it."

Mo was snickering watching the two, enjoying them bickering instead of talking. Least until Kirby's focus was back on him. Leaning his head back it was their turn to shrug. "Yea I'll think about it," he grumbled, "I'm getting way less sober, I'm making popcorn and putting a movie so y'all quit nagging me."

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My Stadium Tour Experience

I finally saw the Stadium Tour after so long(I was 14 when I bought the tickets and I’m 17 next week so…). Anyway, here’s the quick summary

So I arrived like right when it started so I didn’t see Classless Act much, only one and half songs :/

Joan Jett

Ageless queen

Seriously she looks amazing for someone with her style and her age

And her voice….memorizing

I want to be Joan Jett when I get older

I sadly can’t recall the first song she played but the second one was Cherry Bomb and the stadium went wild

For an act that was 45 minutes it was so fun and I wish she had longer

Poison

So bands will play songs before they start to get the crowd hyped…they chose Welcome to the Jungle

Bret Michaels came run out onto the stage and went wild

I loved his energy so much

“Pretty Shiny boy Bret Michaels”-The ladies behind us

Y’all he had a harmonica solo and it went harder than it should have

C.C DeVille got his solo and the stadium was chanting his name

Did I know there was chance he would play Eruption and lead into Fallen Angel? Yes. Was I still prepared when it happened? Not at all

Every time you blink Bret Michaels has a different hat on

Something to Believe In *Mwah*

What was really cool was how Bret interacted with the fans. He let them touch his guitar and waved to them, and when he was driving back into the stadium, he stopped the golf cart and went and gave a few fans high fives

Mötley Crüe:

I saw tits

Okay yes I don’t like the Crüe much themselves but they know how to put on a show

That magic was kind of lost once the giant statues of women appeared and the focus was on the dancers….first portion was just pure rock and I loved that

There were two people dressed like 80’s rock stars, like, Party City kind of costumes and I thought it was funny

Nikki Sixx’s daughter was there and they showed him playing while engaging with her and yes, it was cute and every woman over forty went “awwww”

Nikki Sixx:* Talking to the crowd and has a towel* “Want this towel? Here, it’s like the one I gave your mom in 1986…that’s probably true actually*

Back to the tits, yes it was even Tommy was speaking and they were shown on the screen

“Three pairs of titties in Houston of all places…oh there we go.”

That was kind of funny because he looked like he had just been released into society after being locked up

In other news the guy next to us was a little too drunk….his friend were literally dragging him

I know Vince Neil can’t sing but…oh it was bad…The backing vocals and the crowd saved him

MICK MARS MY MAN! He was just rocking in his corner and I love him for that

Def Leppard

There was a timer and that was the longest ten minutes of my life

They started with Take What You Want and I would have sang along if I didn’t become paralyzed in awe and excitement

It never felt real. The whole thing was like the best dream of my life

Sav*does the thing* Me: HE DID THE THING

Joe Elliott I luv u 🥺

Sav wasn’t shown enough on the screens :(

They started playing Armageddon It and I went ballistic

*This Guitar* My mom: this is so good why haven’t you play me this song :(

I will mom I will I promise you

RICK ALLEN THE THUNDER GOD AT THE FRONT OF THE STAGE GOING AT IT AND THEN AGAIN A FEW SONGS LATER IN THE BACK

I did not expect Promises for some reason so I was shocked when they played it but it was BEAUTIFUL

Y’all Hysteria had clips of them ove the years and newspaper headings on how awesome they were and I got teary eye

Two Steps Behind>>> And when it was just Joe at the end oml he’s an Angel the lighting his voice amdbaldnalshwpdbd

They love each other so much it’s adorable I want that kind of bond and I hope I have it with my friends

Rick walking around with his little maraca ❤️❤️

Rick:*epic solo* Me: THATS WHY IVE WRITTEN THREE ESSAYS ABOUT THEM

“From my head to my…” I got that on video fyi

“Rick has something to say” “Gunter Glieben Glauchen Globen” *Chaotic screaming*

There were two drunk girls dancing in front of us and they weee just having the time of our life and it was cool to see

Did not expect them to end with Photograph…but it was an amazing ending

They could have gone on for hours and I would have enjoyed every single moment

They played Kings Of The World on the speakers when it was all over so it was a giant stadium just singing along…beautiful

I could go on and on but I won’t I might upload some photos and videos

In all, the best concert I’ve ever to. The crowd was much fun and you can tell everyone wanted to be there. I didn’t know if I wanted to be a rockstar or a middle age woman reliving her youth with her friends. Seeing Def Leppard was so surreal and unbelievable, and everyone was amazing(Vince…Vince tries. He tries).11/10 experience

[travellvogue]

Fluff Alphabet- Anthony Joshua

A= ATTRACTIVE, well it’s pretty obvious that you were attracted to him straight away (look at him), but AJ can hand-on-heart say that the second he saw you he knew that you were different, it’s like his heart was telling him you’re the girl he’s going to spend the rest of his life with

B= BABYGIRL, he’s not really one to use all the soppy cringy nicknames, but he likes the way you get all giggly and shy when he calls you ‘baby girl’ every now and then

C= CUDDLE, he can effortlessly give the best cuddles, his large frame and strong arms making him your own little climbing frame to get comfy and snuggle in to 

D= DATES, you’re quite regular with the dates, whether it’s just a candlelit dinner at home together or something fun like crazy golf or the arcade 

E= EVERYTHING,even the ‘annoying’ things you do- like leaving mugs in the sink too long so they stain around the bottom, hanging your towel wrong so it doesn’t dry properly- none of it matters to him, if anything they make you even more lovable, he truly loves everything about you

F= FAMILY, family means absolutely everything to him so he’s beyond thankful that you fit into the family so well, his mum absolutely adoring you and always wanting to be around you

G= GENTLE, despite the sheer size of the man, he’s the most gentle human being when it comes to you, he’ll always make sure to be super soft with you as he’s aware that putting an arm around you could feel like a bag of bricks resting on your shoulder

H= HUMOUR, you’re always laughing together, he loves that you’re not afraid to give it as good as you get. never getting offended by his dry sense of humour and you’ll both happily tease each other without the fear of the other getting moody about it

I= I MISS YOU, it’s not often that you’re away from each other for long periods of time, but when you are you definitely struggle without having him by your side so you’re always on the phone to each other or texting just to make the distance feel a little smaller

J= JEALOUSY, both of you will very rarely get jealous, you have enough trust in each other to know you’d never even have a reason to feel an ounce of jealousy

K= KISS, you’d never known addiction like it, you just want to kiss him all the time, every time you look at him or every second he’s in the room you just want to have him close and snog his little face off

L= LOVE, the two of you fell in love with each other very quickly, to the point where you didn’t even ask one another if you were ‘official’ or exclusive’ you literally just became boyfriend and girlfriend without even discussing it 

M= MEMORIES, watching him in any boxing match has to be your favourite memories, just the pure sense of pride you feel watching him do what he loves is unmatched

N= NICKEL (buying things), that’s his love language, even though he knows you hate it when he spends money on you, he loves buying you little things or ordering you something cos he remembers you saying you liked it, or a ‘just because’ gift

O= OBSESSIONS, you’re obsessed with his smile, your heart just melts every time he smiles, unable to stop yourself from smiling along with him P= PET NAMES, he’s not one to use pet names, but his favourite is calling you ‘love’ or ‘lover’ 

Q= QUEEN, you really are one of the most important people in his life, he treats you like your royalty and he knows that will never change

R= RELATIONSHIP, for him, he knows this is it, you’re the only person he wants to spend the rest of his life with, he knows he could never love anyone the way he loves you

S= SAD, sometimes he’s not that good with emotions, but when you’re sad he knows you feel safe in his arms, listening to his heartbeat and sharing his warmth

T= TOUCHY, never in public, but when the two of you are at home your hands are constantly on each other, whether it’s his hand on your thigh or your fingers tracing patterns along his arms

U= UNCONDITIONAL, the word ‘unconditional’ had so much more meaning when he fell in love with you, through it all- the good and the bad- he knows you’ll always have each other

V= VOICE, his voice can turn you on, make you laugh, send you to sleep- and he knows that, he knows that you find comfort in his words whether their filthy or comforting, either way you use it to your advantage

W= WEDDING, a ‘typical’ wedding isn’t necessarily something you care about, as long as you get to call him your husband neither of you care how you actually tie the knot

X= XYLOPHONE (your song)- Eye of the Tiger, you’d first started playing it through your phone as a joke every time you’d join him at training, but now it’s become the song he listens to when he misses you, before a fight, when he wants to make you smile

Y= YOU, you know every part of him, every emotion, every expression, every secret, every good and every bad. And because of that he knows you’ll stick by his side no matter what

Z= Zzz, sleep next to him is like having your own pregnancy pillow to snuggle up to every night, he’s your own personal giant teddy bear

[wizkiddx]

i loved your blurb the other day . i have a request off it if you could do one more domesticated about the little things tom does in a relationship?

Ooooh I loved loved loved this request!! In my head he is a complete romantic sap at heart <333 this is a lot more wordy that I normally write and bit concerned it is a shitter - feedback would be well appreciate, if you have any opinion on which crappy writing style I do less badly :///

Summary: the boring and domesticated day to day life with Tom

warnings: look really close an a bit of implied smut, but otherwise sickeningly nice stuff I think ahah

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Given his rather unique position and place in the world - your relationship with Tom was also very much not typical. By no means did that mean worse though - Tom meant the world to you; as you did him. Yes, at times it was tough - the distance, the tightly scheduled face times because of the time difference. But every time you saw his crinkly smile, it was almost set in stone everything was worth it. He was, most definitely, worth it. 

Especially as he was such a sap. Perhaps because some of the things he did that brought rushes of heat to your cheeks - Tom wasn’t even aware of. Of course, Tom being Tom, he obviously did the bigger things and spoilt you rotten - which you were never going to complain about - though those weren’t the things that made your heart flutter so inexplicably. 

Take yesterday for example. Tom had just got back home from a long filming shoot for SM3 and it was fair to say you’d both been pining over each other enormously. Once he was back though, none of that mattered. The pair of you had spent almost a full 18 hours in bed, before eventually you’d pulled away from the pouty boy, due to your desperate need of a shower. That was too far away from you in Tom’s opinion though- meaning you’d had a shared shower too. Purely for water saving + environmental purposes , or at least, that had been his justification. It was intimate but not sexual, leading to the two of you wrapped in towels in the marble bathroom. Busying yourself with your skincare, you weren’t paying any mind to your boyfriend, who you assumed to be faffing about as usual. That was until you felt a gentle tug on the back of your towel dried hair. Instantly you locked eyes with warm brown ones looking back at you through the slightly fogged up mirror, panning down to see the hair brush in his hand. 

“What’re you doing?” You laughed gently, leaning back onto his bare torso, still slightly damp from the humidity lingering in the bathroom air. 

“ ‘jus’ brushin your hair, I haven’t got all the lotions and potions to spend hours on.” Cheeky bugger. Sweet but with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes - as he watched you roll yours. 

“If I phoned Rach and said you weren’t following her-“ Cut off by his lips craning round to meet yours, you decided not to fight it, instead melting into his embrace while turning round - your body still only wrapped in the towel tucked under your arm. After a few moments Tom paused to whisper a shh against your lips, before painfully slowly moving against yours again. God knows, you would’ve stayed in that moment forever if you could however you did also still have moisturiser only half rubbed in on your face, like warpaint. So, you turned back around finishing off in the mirror and very much enjoying the sensation of Tom still hovering behind,  ever so gently working the brush through your hair. It took much longer than it should have for you to finish off, mainly because you spent the time watching him in the mirror concentrate, especially the way he pressed his tongue against the inside of his left cheek in concentration. 

After the pair of you had finally got ready for the day (at 3 in the afternoon but no one had to know), you’d gone out for a walk with his parents. Naturally you spent the majority of the time gossiping with Nikki slightly ahead of the Dom and Tom - who were no doubt talking about golf or something equally as dull. Tom loved to say that he found how close you and Nikki got as terrifying - really you both knew he only adored you more for it. Family was everything to Tom and given poor Nikki’s immediate surroundings of pure testosterone, when you became integrated into the family it was like a breath of fresh air. And you didn’t smell of boy - which to her was a win. 

It was a beautiful early evening and the sun was slowly creeping its way toward the horizon, changing the light from a brilliant white to a more golden hue - basking the four of you and Tess in the glow. You’d all come to a natural halt whilst Tess had gone a bit mental chasing squirrels. It just worked out that the sun was opposite you and though the evening was beautiful, dealing with it head on , in your eyes, was not the most enjoyable. Before you could even reach your arm out to shield yourself from the sun,  the light was blocked out, a shadow casting over your forehead. 

Now what’s important to note here is Tom is by no means a tall man. He wasn’t a midget but it would be fair to say that all 5 foot 8 of him was ‘below average height’. Not that it let him stop being a sun block for you and you really did try not to giggle as your furrowed brows caught site of his raised heels. This boy was literally standing on his tiptoes to stop the sun getting in your eyes for god sake. He noticed your grin though and as if it was the most normal thing in the world just shrugged his shoulders before engaging back in his parents conversation. You weren’t as quick to recover, honestly having to take a moment to swallow down your glee. 

Afterwards, you’d gone straight back the Holland family home as they all wanted to celebrate Tom and Harry’s return- what better way than having Sam the master chef himself cook you all a three course meal? As if choreographed both of you had taken the seats next to each other… but not in a clingy way at all, Paddy was interrogating you on how the hell you’d beaten him at the classic game of mariokart (which you would never let him live down) whilst Tom and Harry were recounting one of their many tales of filming to Nikki. Once the plates of food were served out to you by the esteemed chef, Tom wasted no time in skilfully and subtly piling the greens of vegetables and salad off your plate and onto his. You’d never dream of offending Sam by insulting his cooking, really you did love it - there was just something about rabbit food that you had to put your foot down at. Perhaps it was because it was literal leaves? Things that you used to feed to your pet hamster perhaps? It was a constant source of bickering between you, Tom and Harry- they claimed you’d end up dying because of the lack of leaves in your diet, which you strongly contested. Fruit and some veg was allowed but salad- stay the hell away.

Anyway it didn’t matter, you wouldn’t have to face that debate tonight because Tom had you covered. He always had you covered. 

Finally, the night rolled round which you were so thankful for, considering even though you’d had an extortionate amount of time in bed last night - not a lot of it had actually been spent asleep. Combine that with the wine you’d been happily sipping on in celebration, it pretty much explained the situation you found yourself in now. Eyes bobbing up and down as the TV drifted in and out of focus, the slow and gentle thud of Tom’s heartbeat lulling you into that floaty place. You didn’t fight the drowsiness because really, nestled between the cushions of the sofa and Tom’s chest, you didn’t want to be anywhere else. Letting your eyes slide shut completely, you took a deep breath in and nuzzled into his chest- barely registering how he lightly chuckled at the action. Tom just took the time to look down at you, pressing the most gently kiss to the crown of your head. Moments like this would never not be his favourite. Don’t get him wrong, he loved your wit and sarcastic charm when you were more conscious… but something about how comfortable you were to be completely vulnerable with him, gave him a purpose. He would never be able to wrap his head around why you’d let him - how he deserved this was beyond him but he was so bloody thankful for it. 

Your hand that was splayed on his stomach caught his eye, you still had your bracelet on from the meal and he knew you hated sleeping with any jewellery on. Instinctively then, Tom ever so gently manipulated the clasp and skilfully removed the silver chain - reaching over and placing it on the little coffee table. Having spent 3 months without you within 100 miles of him, Tom was more than willing to wake up with back ache if it meant spending the night on the sofa with you like this. The gentle grasp on your wrist had roused you a little though. 

It was always the simple things that made your heart burst - like the bracelet . Or like his little raspy whisper, voice tired and thinking you were asleep. Even if everything else disappeared, it would still be the greatest life if you had Tom there saying this. 

“Your home Y/n… you and me forever…

…until u die from not eating ur greens.”

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #410

“oh baby, baby, does she take a piece of lime for the drink that i’ma buy her, do you know just what she likes?

Do you put candy canes on your Christmas tree? Ye. Have you ever written/drawn/painted random stuff on your bedroom wall? No. What do you currently hear? A slowed w/ reverb version of "If U Seek Amy" by Britney Spears. Yes, I have a serious thing for these edits of childhood songs, ha ha. Actually, no shame, I still love Britney lmao. What's your favorite flavor of Doritos? Cool Ranch. Do you like bagels? Yep. Do you ever worry about what the world will be like when you have kids? I ain't having any of those, so I don't have to worry about that. Have you ever seen a hippo in person? At a zoo, yes. Are you any good at HTML? Noooo. When was the last time you did something you knew was wrong? Recently, because I'm awful about downloading things illegally. What was the last thing you downloaded on your computer? A picture. Do you ever cry just to get your way? Hi, I'm 25. I at least have SOME adult traits. Have you ever been to any professional sports games? Yes. What's the most boring sport to watch? The only sport I enjoy watching is dance, so. I think golf has to take the cake for the absolute worst, though. Do you like lip rings on the opposite sex? UGH I just love lip rings on anybody. Do you have good or bad vision? Literally awful. Have you ever parked in a handicapped spot when you weren't supposed to? Hell no. That is so fucking inconsiderate and lazy. Have you ever been to a different country? No. When was the last time you finger-painted? Nooo idea. Probably not since I was a little kid. Do you say car-mel or car-A-mel? "Care-uh-mel." When you get out of the shower, do you use one or two towels? One. Are you uncomfortable with changing clothes in front of others? Absolutely yes. Hell, I don't think I ever really changed in front of Jason back in the day, so that says something about how self-conscious I was with a FIT body. Never mind this catastrophe I own now. Which is worse: Runny nose or stuffy nose? Both suck, but stuffy drives me absolutely INSANE. Who's been the most influential person in your life? My mom. Do you have any tan lines? Ha, yeah, no. How many different schools have you gone to? Six. Do you know how to slow dance? I mean, yes? It's not complicated. Have you ever taken The Impossible Quiz? (If not, you should Google it. :D) No, and I'll never waste my time doing that shit. I've watched people play and beat it, but it seems like such frustrating, pointless madness with zero rhyme or reason behind it. Has someone that you liked told you that you are a waste of their time? No. Who is the last person you were in a car with? Mom. In the next 6 months, what are you looking forward to most? Ummmm Christmas, maybe? That's always exciting. Is there anyone who hates you? Probably. Who were you with the last time you went out for food? Mom. If your boyfriend or girlfriend smoked pot, would you care? Eh... I guess if it was for medicinal purposes, I would be okay with it. I'm not keen on dating a smoker of anything. Do you want to start over with anyone? Just Jason, at least sometimes. It'd be really, really nice if we could be friends again and just forget about who we were all those years ago, but I genuinely doubt my ability to be "just friends" with him. Even though I haven't spoken to this dude in over FOUR YEARS, and I'm sure he's changed a lot, just like I have. We might not even be compatible anymore. As much as I may want it, I think it's probably for the better we remain unassociated. Do you eat the crust of your sandwiches? It's what I eat first. Are you completely over your last relationship? Not "completely," no. I still love her, but I'm in a headspace of accepting that now is not the right time with unfit conditions. What hoodie did you wear last? My Pikachu one, which is the one I pretty much always wear. Do you listen to Incubus? Probably surprisingly, no. I don't know if I've even heard a song. Do you wear flip-flops during the winter? More like always. Do you like the smell of Axe? If you don't use an obnoxious amount, yeah. What do you think of feminists? Absolutely necessary as pilots for change. HOWEVER, I do believe some can take the concept waaaay too far. Who was the last person to smoke a cigarette in your presence? Dad, probably. When was the last time you ate a cupcake? Oh my god, GUYS. It was my niece's birthday last month, and she did the CUTEST shit. She used to be very, very opposed to getting even slightly dirty (I mean like a speck of dirt on her would make her cry), and this kid decided to just C H O M P into her cupcake and get the frosting ALL over her face. She had two and got so messy, and that angel was just laughing hysterically about it. That girl is such a damn gift. Safe to say she was bouncing off the walls that night. Did you hug one of your parents today? No. Do you tan in the nude? I don't tan, period. Have you ever put a lot of thought and effort into a gift for somebody, only for them to act like it didn’t really matter to them? Oh god, no. That would really, really hurt, because I genuinely do try to be very thoughtful with my gifts. Do you follow the ‘five second rule’ when you drop food on the ground? NOOOOOOO. It's just a bullshit myth. I am NOT eating food that's been on the floor for a millisecond. If you had to describe yourself using a colour, which colour would you be? Maybe like... navy blue? Kinda dark and somber, but also has a calmness to it. Have you ever had to use another person’s toothbrush before? What were the circumstances? I WOULD FUCKING NEVER. Omg that is so gross. Have you ever crashed a car? No. Do you have a garden? Does it have flowers, vegetables, or both? No. Where do you want to raise your kids? I don't want kids, but if I did, absolutely surrounded by nature and animals. Have you ever been to Cracker Barrel? Yeah, I love it there. Damn, now I want some, lol. Have you ever seen a ghost? I sure as fuck saw something. As soon as you find out you are pregnant, who will you first tell? Who says I'm ever going to BE pregnant? 'Cuz it sure isn't in my plans. But hypothetically, the dad. Have you ever won a game of Minesweeper? Like ever? I've never played it. Who is your best guy friend(s)? Girt. I really should chat with him soon, it's been too long. If you had a tiny scar on your face, would you get it removed or just keep it? I'd keep it. Make me look more badass. ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ What is your hair naturally like? Brown and kinda-sorta wavy. Have you ever stared at a stranger and they said something to you about it? No; I don't stare at people. Is your father very protective of you? I wouldn't say "very protective," no. What would you do if your hero died? ffffffUCK THIS QUESTION HOW ABOUT NO HE'S NOT ALLOWED THAT'S VERY ILLEGAL Where was your first date at with your current lover? I don't have one currently. Are you friendly in the morning, or are you barely awake? Depends on how much sleep I got, but I'm generally in my best mood in the morning. Did your parents force you to go to church? Mom did. What made you pick up the last book you started reading? It was the next book in the series I'm reading, Wings of Fire. When was the last time you went somewhere for the first time? Hm. I dunno. Hypothetically and generally speaking, how would you go about breaking up with someone? Is there anything you would make sure to say, or perhaps not say? I mean it would really depend on WHY I was breaking up with them, but I guess in most situations I'd try to meet them face-to-face and explain why I wanted to cut things off. I think it'd be important for them to hear my tone of voice, and I think physically meeting somewhere would show that I care enough for them to cut time out of my day to see them and try to hurt them as least as possible, given the situation. What do you find particularly offensive? Would you say you’re easy or difficult to offend? DO NOT in even a minor way ridicule mental illness or belittle victims as "weak" or pull the "it's just in their head" bullshit. The misuse of the term "retard(ed)" also genuinely offends me. I wouldn't say I'm easy to offend, either. What was the last chore you completed? Changing my cat's litter. When was the last time someone saw you naked? It's been a loooong time, and it would've only been my mom when I was like, going into a shower or something. If you could bring someone back from the dead and spend an hour with them, who would it be and what would you do/say? Probably Steve Irwin. I'd go on and on about how his family has carried his legacy so brilliantly, and show him aaaaaall the public pictures of Bindi and Grace, especially. God, that man would be so proud of them all. What is the greatest lost you’ve endured? My first "real" boyfriend. How would you describe your current mood? A mix of tired and anxious. I don't feel like going to bed yet, and the storm we've got passing through has me nervous about tornadoes 'n shit. Do you ever drink or get high alone? I've had some light drinks alone. What is the “worst” drug you’ve done? Are there any you will never try, or any you want to try? I've never done any illicit drugs, and I don't want to. What is the most personal thing you’re willing to reveal? Probably that I've had a pilonidal cyst. It's awkward to explain, but I'll share it anyway if there's a good reason to/I'm asked or something. What made you stop talking to the last person you cut out of your life? Her just being the most toxic, drama-filled person with the biggest victim complex of any human I've ever met. Who was the last person to yell at you? Did you yell back? Mom, and my voice was raised. Where do you like to be kissed? This depends on how serious we are. Can go from just the cheek to a lot of places. Which season is your least favorite and why? Summer, because it's too goddamn hot and humid. Who, if anyone, do you compare yourself to most? Probably my little sister. She's on such a successful path, and then there's like... me lmao. Do you have a night-light in your bedroom? If so, what does it look like? No. What is your favorite breakfast food? How often do you get to eat it? Cinnamon rollssssss. I have 'em very rarely, though. I'll eat too many of them, which I definitely don't need. What is your favorite thing about autumn? What about your least favorite thing? AHHHHHH EVERYTHING. I love Halloween and the decorations that come with it, the changing leaves, the crisp air... just all of it. :') Who was the last person you asked for help? Mom, I'm sure.

[itssimonbeck]

my favorite Khonjin House quotes in ᵃˡᵐᵒˢᵗ chronological order

“I think it’s time to order a PEP-PEP-PEP-PEPperoni pizza”

“You can’t do this, Gay Spaghetti Chef!” “Kid... It’s just Gay Spaghetti now”

“Actually it’s a silent D. It’s pronounced “Jeffrey”“

“he͝ļlo son҉“

“but that’s a different plate of cookies for a different glath of milk”

“Do you even know what 9/11 is?! I WAS THERE!!!!!!!! on those planes”

“do not touch it” “why” “it’s just a little scooty” “what” “you know, it’s just a little scooty, don’t f u c k w i t h i t”

“WOW YOU FUCKING ASSHO O O O O O O O O O O O O O”

"The only C I can explain, are the C4 explosives planted under the floorboards." “What” “This whole place is going to hell.” “This can’t be!” “You’re right. Cause it’s C. Four. I planted the bombs. As previously stated.”

“Dear Mr. Fratelli, You may already be a winner.” *8000% VOLUME SMASH BROS VICTORY JINGLE*

“Unfortunately for Gino... He will never find the chiwowwow.”

“how about you get me a PSPiece of pizza or you can Nintendo 64get about ever surviving!”

“Here’s-a your pizza! With extra pizza!”

“EVERY- FUCKING- SHITTY-ASS SPAGHETTI PIECE OF SHiT!” *crash* “OH SHIT NOT AGAIN OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO0000000000000000″

“Hey, you! You like pizza?” “EƎEƎEƎEƎEƎEƎEƎ“

“It’s right here!” “That’s a wrench.” “Oh, I- I could have sworn this was a... a thermometer-” *WHACK*

“YAO IDIOT”

“*speaks Japanese*” [How easily you forget... ...I had the pepperoni pizza all along.]

“The following advertisement is anadvertisement.”

“Members of the jury, Gino says I’m fucking idiot.”

“I rest.” *collapses*

"Alright, boys. The heist is very ssssimple.            Kay. A rival gang set up shop right. Across the street.           Gay Spaghetti.          Okay? From the pizzeria.      You fuck. Their main export;          ᵖᵉᵖᵖᵉʳᵒⁿᶦ ᵖᶦᶻᶻᵃ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵈ” “So... If we steal-a the pepperoni... No more pizza bread.” “Precisely, ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵘᶜᵏᶦⁿᵍ ᶦᵈᶦᵒᵗ. Rob the place of every peppy. I want every peppy, on my desk, by the... The 69th...          hour...      Four... 420 days.    From now.” *the entire cast cracks up*

“Rob the place of every f u c k boy. I want every desk on my desk.”

“Oooooooooooh.    The map is spaghetti”

“Khonjin. Just give us the pepperoooni.”

“WELCOME TO THE KING OBSTACLE COURSE TO BECOME THE KING YOU MUST GET THROUGH THE FUCKING THING READY GOOOOOOooooo”

“It looks like a magic”

“Do I look like someone who knows what the hell. That is. Because I am. What was your question?”

“A real shark would never fall for such a stupid trick! Wait a second. A shark would never fall for that. And if he was a shark, why is he at the newsroom, if there’s no news in the ocean? And why are his legs comprised of the seven Chaos Em-OH SHIT IT’S THE BIOLIZARD”

“ᵂᵉˡᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵇᵒᵈʸ, ᵐʸ ʷᶦᶠᵉ ᶦˢ ᵃ ᵇᶦᵗᶜʰ, ʷᵉ'ʳᵉ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗᶦᶠᵘˡ ᴺᶦᶜᵏᵛᶦˡˡᵉ ˢᑫᵘᵃʳᵉ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗʳʸ ᶜˡᵘᵇ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵒᵗᵒʳᶦᵒᵘˢ ᶠᵒᵘʳᵗʰ ʰᵒˡᵉ ʷʰᶦᶜʰ ᶦˢ ᵃ ᵖᵃʳ ²⁶. ᵀʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ, ᶦᵗ ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵉⁿᵍᵗʰ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᴬᵖᵖᵃˡᵃᶜʰᶦᵃⁿ ᵐᵒᵘⁿᵗᵃᶦⁿ ʳᵃⁿᵍᵉ. ᴺᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵉˢˢ, ᴷʰᵒⁿʲᶦⁿ ᶦˢ ᵉˣᵃᶜᵗˡʸ ᵒⁿᵉ ˢᵗʳᵒᵏᵉ ᵃʷᵃʸ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵛᶦᶜᵗᵒʳʸ. ᴹᵘᶜʰ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵐʸ ᵍʳᵃⁿᵈᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ᶦˢ ᵒⁿᵉ ˢᵗʳᵒᵏᵉ ᵃʷᵃʸ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵃᵛᶦⁿᵍ ᵐᵉ ᶦⁿʰᵉʳᶦᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃᵐᶦˡʸ ᶠᵒʳᵗᵘⁿᵉ. ʸᵉˢ ᶦⁿᵈᵉᵉᵈ, ʰᵉ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵘʳᵉᵈ ᵐᶦˡˡᶦᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ᵈᵒˡˡᵃʳˢ ᵃˢ ᵃ ᶜᵒⁿ ᵐᵃⁿ. ᴴᵉ ˢᵒˡᵈ ᵇᶦᶜʸᶜˡᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ˡᵉᵍˡᵉˢˢ ᶜʰᶦˡᵈʳᵉⁿ. ᴳᵒᵗᵗᵃ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ʰᵒʷ ʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ᶦᵗ. ᴼʰ. ᴬⁿᵈ ʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ THE SHOT- IN ONE SHOT! WHAT A BBBBEAUUUUUUTIFUL SHOT! THE SHOT IS SO GOOOOOD! IT’S OVER! KHONJIN HAS WON THE GGGGGAAAAAME”

“Khonjin, you’ve just won. The 4th. Grand slam. Golf tournament. In Africa”

“We have the pepperone pazzi”

“I’m gonna teach you how to speak English. Repeat after me. my unununultra fufulf GYEƎEƎEƎEƎEƎEƎEƎH and my ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ˢᵘᶜᵏˢ rememberɹǝqɯǝɯᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ thɥthɥʇat one. My fblɟqlɟqɟfblɟqlɟqɟfblɟqlɟqɟ eugh.“                          “ᵉᵃᵗ ᵗʰᶦˢ ˢᵘᶜᵏᵃ”“ʷʰʸ ᶦˢⁿ’ᵗ ˢʰᵃᵈ ʰᵉʳᵉ””ʸᵉᵃʰ!”“ᵍᵒ”“NOW THIS OUGHTA STOP THAT PIECENJAHDNKSLCJBHJBJSJBFSEHJABHJ”

“I ain't gunna play cards with some bitchy fishy tryna play with the sharks, so how about you grab yourself a towel and get out the pool.“

“But like an elephant on 9/11, I never forget”

“WHERE’S MY SLICE OF PIEZZA”

“ʸᵒᵘ’ʳᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵗ��ᵉ ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵛᵒᶦᶜᵉ ᵃᶜᵗᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵘᶜᵏ ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒᶦⁿᵍ”

“We’re not going to Six Flags. We’re going on a hit.”

“If I a-were a target... Where would I hide?”

“How we supposed to- wait”

“IIIII’VE GOT THE NET” “TAAAAAKE THIIIIIIIIS” “Oh my God” “FINALLY. I can return... to Kingda Ka”

“Some people want to make it their own way, but I like to make it the Gay way”

“Dear Diary. Today I’ve decided to stop wasting my time with habits that just are fucking dumb.”

“Dear Diary. Gino is Gino.”

“The graphics look like they were drawn by a four year old. With the talents of Pablo Picasso. In his prime. Which is what I would have said, if I liked the graphics. Which I do. Not.” “Fascinating.”

“And that’s why I give this game a five out of five. Billion. It fucking su-”

“Gino. Touch this bow~” “I’m- I’m not touching that bow.” “How about- eh~" *Gino gets a bow* “I knew it! It’s a bow that makes bows. We can sell them for four dollars a piece. Cold hard cash. Or credit.”

“HOW MAY I HELP YOU”

“Alright I’m taking a look here, says you’ve been making pizza for five... minutes. Under wage you wrote... A GameCube.” “I know what I want, and I know what I deserve.” “Oh, that’s great, I’m glad you know, but uh- I don’t- I don’t know what the fuck a GameCube is.” “Look here, bossman, these three words are non-negotiable. Super. Monkey. Ball.”

“So it says here your name is Gay Skateboard Man?” “YEEEEEEEUS *cracks up*”

“Yes, I’m fr- *clears throat* America. I am from America.”

“NEGADAD.”

“RULING THE GALAXY.”

“OH SHIT O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0″

“Why are you after a baby, you psychopath?!” “Alright you wanna know so bad? The baby stole my gun.”

“What was so important that you had to leave your gun?! Outside?! For anyone to take?” “This frisbee.”

“heY freD. it’S mE, yogI BEƎEƎEƎEƎEƎEƎ“

“woof woof bark bark BARNEY MY PUEBLOS”

“I knew you would sneak in through the pipe, SO I TURNED MY BASE INTO A GIANT PIPE!”

“Who taught you how to cook? Papa John? Or as you call him. Daddy.”

“HOW DO I GET TO THE INTERNET?!”

“Gino, you didn’t tell me that CrabCrab was a Crab!”

“PSYCHIIIIIC net”

“Have you thought of picking up garbage? And selling i-*cracks up*”

“Khonjin! there’s a crazy penguin prize!”

“backetball is my middle name”

“I’ve learned all the racial slurs in existence. And I will recite them now.”

“Gay Spaghetti Cheeeeeef~ is back”

“Ultimately Cory had to be evacuated for safety. He later opened a Quiznos to moderate success.”

[Gino says the fucking N-word] “WHAT” “Get your Bobby Childs™ brand Bobby Childs™ T-shirt!”

“Hello welcome to Fratelliano’s pizza would you like to purchase WinRAR”

“Send in the missiles.” “Oh yes sir absolutely coming right up”

(in not even close to Gino’s voice) “Khonjin I just remembered I don’t know how to sing Amore and I’m not Italian”

[starryandersen]

ok so I have this idea for the longest time please hear me out. brandon/adam (I’m lost but u can’t tell me you aren’t as well) both of them are hockey players but Brandon is secretly an acclaimed author (zach hyman vibe) and his latest book is an experiment with poetry and of couse it’s about Adam, can’t blame the guy. BUT imagine when somehow the secret is revealed and Adam gets suspicious after all of his friends tell him to read it and he caves in and reads all of Brandon’s books.

(pt. 2) AND he finds out he somehow always ends up being an important character in every single one, but full on freaks out when he realises the whole book of love poems are describing HIM! anyway that’s all I’ve got but it fits well with 33.hide so I’m curious about what are your feelings about this

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yes yes YES i love it! i agree brandon/adam have stolen my heart and this is such a lovely trope. i’m such a slut for the dramatiques so this is wonderful. i hope you don’t mind if i write a little smth for it, since it really DOES fit so well with 33 :)

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 Seriously, when Brandon had come out as this Y/A writer, it kind of rocks the whole team’s world. Of course, it was never that they found Brandon incapable of being a writer, but it certainly in a million years would never have been anyone’s guess at his secret talent. Between all of the stress baking and hockey, everyone had been baffled as to where he had found the time to write whole fucking novels. Especially when, in the thick of the season, the common perception is that Brandon and Adam have a combined total braincells of negative four. They tend to be associated with each other.

 Mark is the first one to finish reading the bulk of Brandon’s repertoire, two novels and his latest publication, a poetry book, and as soon as he’s done, he’s leaving the books in Adam’s stall with a little post-it note telling him that he has to read it.

 Adam has never been a big reader, admittedly, he had relied on SparkNotes religiously all through school and wasn’t one to read for pleasure. However, he really is curious to see what Brandon even wrote about, and he was eager to be a supportive friend. He picks up the first book on an off-day where Brandon had obligations and couldn’t be around to entertain him, so he curls up on the couch and reads while listening to the rain thump against the windows in a slow pattern. He finishes it before dinner, wrapped up in every single word spinning off the page, building an entirely different universe inside his modern apartment. Adam can hear Brandon’s voice in each word, telling of his protagonist’s adventures.

 It’s kind of fun, Adam realizes, as he uncovers relationships between the side characters and their teammates, it feels like a private look into the story that Brandon’s other readers wouldn’t get. Something unnecessarily warm settles in between his ribs. One of the characters, the one who actually holds the key to the climax of the story and is far more important than the reader would have been expecting, is based off of him, he thinks. Adam only puts it together at the end. The way Brandon describes him, things that Adam wouldn’t think to notice about himself even, makes the heat build in the tips of his ears. He finishes the book and slams it closed, dropping it onto the coffee table with a pounding heart, and goes for a run to process it all. It’s oddly flattering.

 “I read your book, the one about the spies.” He tells Brandon, one day over lunch, taking a bite of his sandwich like it hadn’t unearthed a whole plethora of repressed feelings that Adam hadn’t though would resurface. Brandon goes pink in the cheeks, stirring his soup with his spoon.

 “You can read?” Brandon bites back, but the anxiety under the flat, sarcastic lilt of his voice is easy for Adam to pick out. He worries his bottom lip between his teeth, watching him carefully across the table through dark eyelashes. The dim, yellowed light is casting perfect shadows over his face and makes him look unfairly good. Brandon always looks unfairly good. Adam kicks him under the table.

 “Shut up, asshole. I was gonna say that I really liked it.” He defends mildly, through a smile. Brandon catches his foot between his ankles, and keeps it there. Adam doesn’t make any struggle to pull away. “My favorite was Andrew, naturally.” Brandon goes a dark red, eyes widening and returning to the perpetual hooded look that they always seem to have so fast that Adam thinks he might’ve imagined it. He steels his expression and shakes his head.

 “Narcissist.” He sighs, and Adam retaliates with another kick to the calf with his free foot. Brandon laughs, and scoops baked carrots and peas into his mouth.

Adam starts on the poetry book last, which takes him the longest. It’s a combination of the hustle and bustle of the season as it progresses, and the required amount of brainpower it takes to understand poetry. Adam has never been a poetry guy, but there’s something in Brandon’s words that roll off the page like silk and breeze through his chest like a breath of fresh air. They’re shockingly emotional, more than Brandon has showed in person during all of their years of friendship combined. It’s beautiful.

They’re flowery and reflective and simple, but the ones that stick with Adam the most are the heartbreaking stanzas of unrequited love. Brandon does say in the forethought that not all of the poems are of personal experience, but these feel so real that it’d be near impossible to fabricate them. The one he’s stuck on at the moment is one of these pages that tug at the heart strings and make Adam a little dizzy. He’s sat against the headboard with the book in his lap as he tries to make sense of it. Brandon exits the shower, perfect and naked and dripping pearls of water that absorb into the towel around his waist, and flushes all over when his eyes land on Adam. The pink spreads deliciously down his chest and Adam wants to bite him.

 “Shit, don’t read that around me.” Brandon grumbles, moving towards his suitcase to dig out some clean clothes. Adam reluctantly averts his gaze and discards the book onto the bedside table.

 “It’s- you don’t have to feel weird about it, or anything. You’re really good, man. I didn’t know you had all of those emotions in there.” Adam tells him, tapping his own chest. Brandon shrugs, pulling a shirt over his head that falls loosely over his shoulders, baggy around the elbows. He drops down onto the bed next to him and Adam pretends not to stare at the way his thighs strain against the fabric of his briefs. “I mean, shit. Those love poems, wow. She must’ve really broken your heart. Why didn’t you ever tell me?” The pronouns feels awkward and bitter rolling off of his tongue and he doesn’t know why. It leaves his chest aching.

 “Yeah, uh, I don’t know. Kind of sucks to bring up, you know? It never could’ve worked.” Brandon pauses, hauling a slow breath through his nose. “He’s too good for me anyway.” Adam blinks, trying to process the words coming from the other side of the bed. He suddenly feels all turned around.

 “Brandon I’m- fuck, I’m sorry. That’s shitty. No way he was too good for you, though. You’re-” Perfect, he wants to say. “-great.” He drops a hand to the side of his face, stroking his thumb gently over Brandon’s jaw. The pad of his thumb just barely grazes the corner of his lips. “Who-”

 “They’re about you, Adam.” Brandon says at the same time, squeezing his eyes shut. He sounds like he’s swallowing around a golf ball stuck in his throat and his face is turning a splotchy pink. Adam’s hand stills, heart stopping. There’s just no way, no way that someone could wax so poetic about him like that. Especially not his teammate, his liney, his best friend. He feels like he can’t breathe, the only thing grounding him is the sounds of the mattress creaking as Brandon sits up. Finally Adam’s brain starts working again, he reaches out to grab his wrist.

 “You fucking sap,” is all he’s able to get out before he’s pulling Brandon in for a bruising kiss, hands holding on like he’s the most precious thing in Adam’s world. He probably is.

[jimmydemaret]

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100 Reasons To Love Joshua Hong

thanks to @justsomekpopstuff for some help at the end when my brain was stalling to think of things

First of all, um why not

his eyes are so frickin well defined and sharp, cat eyes for real, they’re so mesmerizing and so easy to fall in to

his lip tint/lipstick/lip gloss or whatever he’s wearing on his lips, it’s always on point and literally the prettiest colors ever cause they’re always so pinkish/peach that it makes his lips look so irresistible

HIS PIERCINGS!!!!!!!!!!! They’re so attractive. like he has such an innocent image and the piercings kinda give him a nice aesthetic edge and its even more attractive (in my opinion) that his piercing are asymmetrical (sigh i remember when cheol had that)

He looks cute with bangs

BUT HE LOOKS GORGEOUS WHEN HIS HAIR IS LIKE SLIGHTLY PARTED AND HIS FOREHEAD IS SHOWING. DO YOU GET WHAT I MEAN???????

remember when he said spongebob reminded him of Hansol

he used to sing Sunday Morning all the time

I’M SORRY I STARTED CRYING CAUSE BC OF THAT BLESSED VIDEO OF JOSHUA IN A LEATHER JACKET, A GUITAR AND SINGING SUNDAY MORNING

Born and raised in Los Angeles, California so his english is perfect basically

He has a very nice soft singing voice as well as a nice speaking voice

Let’s never forget the time he did a high note battle with the rest of vocal team one fine day and his face basically turned into a tomato

but let’s also not forget when he did the thing with the water bottle where he blew his nose into it and totally ruining his image

He’s an only child that later gained twelve brothers

back in LA he used to sing in his church, which is where he discovered that he enjoyed performing

BLACK HAIRED JOSHUA

His look when he was on the golden disc award red carpet (basically making me think about switching lanes)

His laugh is just so precious. he goes ‘hahahaha’ literally 

He does that thing where when he laughs, he covers his mouth with the back of his hand or he just claps like a seal

During the sleepover live where they’re all sleeping in pajamas, when Soonyoung moved over to Joshua, Joshua just let Soonyoung hug him and snuggle into him

best friends with mr. Yoon Jeonghan and Joshua’s personality change when he’s with Jeonghan is amazing

like the time on 95 line vlive when it was only Joshua and Seungcheol, and Joshua asked Seungcheol to do freestyle rap or sing but Seungcheol refused so obviously Joshua was going to let it go BUT THEN JEONGHAN CAME IN AND JOSHUA WAS ALL LIKE ‘SEUNGCHEOLS GONNA DO FREESTYLE RAP NOW’

his favorite move is the pindrop and no one can stop the man from doing it

He’s got twelve hype men so you’re gonna see it more often than you want

he basically does it in DWC so yeah it’s staying with him forever.

rapline wannabe

Constantly trying out for Hiphop Unit, have you heard his raps? They’re legendary

King of acrostic poems

He has the cutest nose scrunch you will ever see

The time joshua tried to high five a fan at a fansign but got rejected because the girl didn’t see but luckily Jun saw and started laughing

the life hack Joshua did by putting his coke in the snow while he was outside (get you a man this smart)

Known as Seventeen’s Gentleman so that basically means if you stan him, he’s going to treat you right and like royalty

That time on weekly idol when he introduced himself as the guy who spoke five languages as an attempt to speak the languages

On the Yang and Nam show when Joshua outed Jihoon for taking vocal team out to eat and forgetting him

He said it so sweetly too even though Jihoon did him wrong

He honestly looks so good in simple button up shirts it’s truly inspiring

The Where is my Friend’s hometown episode where Joshua was supposed to plan out the trip but instead went to sleep once the guys left the room

On one of the andromeda episodes, when Joshua took off his necktie and the other members started screaming (#same)

when he laughed so hard at a fanmeet that he accidentally pushed Jeonghan off the staged and pretended to be innocent of the crime

Anime nerd that likes One Piece, Naruto and Bleach

One said that if he were in Jeonghan’s body, he would eat lots of food

okay but the time Joshua sat in a massage chair and made it seem as though the massage chair was on but in reality, the chair wasn’t even plugged in

why doesn’t anyone talk about Joshua’s chocolate song

‘Sometimes i dream about chocolate’

‘I WANT SOME FOOD RIGHT NOW JUST KIDDING’

‘I need some twix yeah’

Don’t forget his pizza song

his pizza song that included him wanting a chocolate pizza with some twix on top

He pronounces Nutella as ‘nuh-tella’ i’m just gonna leave that here for you to think about

He said ‘Boing Boing’ on Going Seventeen once

His nickname is Shua, the members call him Shua a lot and Chan referred to Joshua as ‘Shua hyung’

He can’t spicy food

a cute boy who likes playing with the cute snow filters and being cute

When he was asked to dance for his audition, all he did was clap to the beat since he didn’t know how to dance

He was streetcasted at a festival in the U.S.

He often helps the others with english, he teaches Hansol english as well as helps Jihoon with any english lyrics

Seokmin said that Joshua has a sophisticated and luxurious style

That time during predebut when Joshua screamed ‘YOU’RE CREATING A GAP BETWEEN OUR RELATIONSHIP’ at Hansol

WHEN HE SAID THE PLEDGE OF ALLEGIANCE AS A TALENT

On an andromeda episode when they called Joshua, Jeonghan said that Joshua didn’t like aegyo

He doesn’t like insects

He said that if he wasn’t an idol, he’d either be studying English or Business in college

Joshua said he was closest to Jeonghan because they had entered the company at relatively the same time

Honestly the coolest part of the DWC dance is Joshua’s part, Joshua got the best dance part, it’s just so cool looking at the way they move during that part

Joshua says ‘Yo’ a lot that it’s probably his go to word

Okay but that outfit he had on in the Going Seventeen Prologue, the cute grey zip up hoodie with his blue and white striped shirt, and he had a black backpack on, it’s such a simple outfit but it’s totally some boyfriend Joshua aesthetic

That time Joshua said ‘Vernon Oppa’

In the dorm, it’s said that Joshua often forgets to take a towel with him to the bathroom when he showers so he often calls someone to get him a towel

He shares a birthday with BTS’s Taehyung if you didn’t know and they’re totally cool with each other

Joshua talking about chicken ‘it’ll heal our hearts’

He’s not that great at cooking, he says he usually orders food

Joshua in the Adore U performance unit version calmly and cooly playing the guitar while chilling above the floor on the wall

He has the prettiest hands, they look so nice, like imagine holding his hands

on one fine day, Joshua didn’t know how to cook/prepare rice in a pot because he always used a rice cooker

He wants to speed up his eating because he doesn’t want the others to have to wait for him to finish

Joshua has the most impeccable cheekbones

To quote Joshua: bibbity hamburg pizza woo

His really light pinkish hair was so pretty

But his light caramel brown was also great

Let’s be real, he’s never had a bad hair moment

Remember when photos of Joshua during a dry rehearsal was put on the internet, and he was wearing a white shirt with no sleeve and we all were #blessed with Joshua’s arms

If he was a carat, he said he’d stan Soonyoung (who wouldn’t tbh)

the time Joshua used an umbrella as a golf club and shimmied his butt before he pretended to shoot

Joshua jumping into the pool with his little fluttery hands is cuter than puppies

Joshua chose love over friendship and i think that says a lot about him

He said that if he had his own radio broadcast, he’d want the name of it to be ‘a glass of wine’ (aa self promotion, read my joshua angst titled a glass of wine)

His personality is described as introverted and shy, but thanks to Seventeen, he shows us his very weird and comical side

Joshua touching Soonyoung’s ear in the sleepover vlive

Joshua used to watch Immortal Song with his mother and grandmother, so when he finally got the chance to perform on the show, he sent out a few words to his family, even saying that his grandma can brag to her friends

sometimes Joshua pretends he’s going to low-five hansol but then sikes him out and why is Joshua like this

He did his call intro for the DWC era on NCT’s radio and made everyone cringe like heck

Sexy shua, that one gif of him waving his fingers and basically being eye candy while singing in the mic (its the gif up there. i just had to put it)

Shua in leather pants……….yeah

Honestly how many handshakes does he have and make with the other boys. Like i’m surprised he even got Jihoon to make a handshake

SHUA IN SWEATERS !! A VERY SOFT AND COMFY SHUA THAT EVERYONE NEEDS

to Joshua his faith is something dear to him. It’s something he’s open about and i’m glad that it’s being respected in a sense that no one is bashing him for it.

At the age of 18 he moved from the U.S. to Korea, basically to a place where he didn’t know the customs well and had to learn to adapt to the new setting

When he moved in Korea, Joshua didn’t know to to read or write korean, he stated that he could never read the lyrics that were given to him because of it

During 17project when the parents came out as a surprise, Joshua who had been away from his family so long, clung to his mother with tears

“Carats are always being my energy and strength”

[dovechim]

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anonymous asked:  Hi there! This is for the Jimin birthday week drabbles. "Tell me that you love me, that I'm always going to be your baby, then make me scream until you're all I remember." Thank you 💕💕💕

anonymous asked:  Oh god this is the perfect sentence for Jimin let's be honest here...'Tell me that you love me, that I’m always going to be your baby, then make me scream until you’re all I remember.'

anonymous asked:  jimin smutfest prompt? here u go!! "Tell me that you love me, that I’m always going to be your baby, then make me scream until you’re all I remember."

anonymous asked:  Tell me that you love me, that I’m always going to be your baby, then make me scream until you’re all I remember.

anonymous asked:  Tell me that you love me, that I’m always going to be your baby, then make me scream until you’re all I remember. - pls❤️❤️❤️ #smutfest

➾ 12/13 of jimin’s smut fest 2017 ➾ well.... since you’re here, might as well read parts 01 and 02 first. this is the final part of this series.  ➾ 4.2k ➾ warnings: mentions of non-con, unprotected sex, cumplay, cum eating, among others

The golf course is a dull, unexciting place- even though Jimin himself used to have an interest in the sport, after entering the world of shiny suits, glamorous watches and business deals, it became nothing but means to an end.

He resists the urge to run his fingers through his perfectly slicked back blonde hair as he follows his potential business partner, Kim Namjoon, to the next hole, twirling his club between his fingers as he watches him miss hit after hit. Over half a course left to go, and he has to put up this pathetic act of losing just so he can secure this deal.

The necklace that you’d returned him seems to be burning a hole from where it sits in his pocket, and ever since you left, he hasn’t let it leave his side. Hoping that maybe he if keeps it on him, the next time he sees you, he’ll have the courage to confess how he fucking needs you in his life, not just as a sugar baby, but as something more.

Ever since he’d met you, he’d definitely noticed a change in himself- he became a lot more easy-going, relaxed and cheerful- a far cry from his austere, no nonsense self that his company was used to.

Jimin lines up his club to take a shot, very aware of Namjoon’s watchful eyes on him. He switches the angle of his club at the last second, causing the ball to fly way off course, and attempts a nonchalant shrug in response, even as Namjoon pats his back in consolation.

“Not so good at this eh? I suppose we’ll have to discuss more deals at the golf club then!” The taller man guffaws, and Jimin smiles tightly back. 

“Definitely, I could use more of your guidance, Mr Kim.”

“Oh not and all, you flatter me,” Namjoon reaches into the golf bag lying nearby for another ball to hand to Jimin. “Here, take another shot- oh wait, it seems like we’re all out.”

Jimin holds back a sigh of relief- at least this was coming to an end earlier than expected. But then Namjoon raises his hand and calls out for more balls, and of course the staff come running at his beck and call. He turns toward the driving range that seems to stretch on for miles and miles- rolling hills of green further than the eye can see- in an attempt to gather his composure.

“… never seen you before. You new here, miss?” Jimin manages to catch the tail end of Namjoon’s sentence, his salacious, greasy tone sending shivers down his spine.

“Yes sir.” A strikingly familiar voice responds, and Jimin tenses every muscle in his body to keep himself from whirling around on the spot, instead opting to turn around naturally instead.

And he comes face to face with you, dressed in the staff uniform of a pink polo shirt and white tennis skirt, complete with a name tag and all. For a second, your gazes lock, and Jimin takes in a sharp breath, because you’re even more beautiful than he remembered, and more so now that you’re no longer his.

In the weeks that stretched on after you had left him in his office that day, he’d been too much of a coward to contact you first, but it looks like fate is on his side this time.

“Very nice,” Namjoon’s voice interrupts, and your eyes snap back to the taller man. “Would you mind taking care of us this afternoon? That is, if you don’t have any other pressing matters to attend to…”

Jimin can see the slight discomfort on your features as Namjoon’s eyes linger on your legs, left bare by your tiny little tennis skirt that stops above mid-thigh, and he suddenly feels enraged.

“O-of course sir,” you rush to comply, giving him a little bow as you pick up the golf bag on the floor and sling it onto your other shoulder. “It would be my pleasure.”

“No, I believe the pleasure would be mine, baby. You don’t mind if I call you that, do you?” Namjoon is getting bolder and bolder, empowered by his position of wealth and authority, and Jimin feels sick to his stomach hearing the other man call you such an intimate petname.

You’re struggling to maintain your professionalism, all while resisting the urge not to tug your skirt down over your thighs to shield them from his leery gaze, and it physically pains Jimin to watch you suffer in silence like this.

He clears his throat. “I think we should move on. There are other golfers waiting for this hole.”

He walks on ahead, placing a hand on the other man’s shoulders to force him to follow, and thankfully Namjoon complies. When they reach the next hole, Namjoon turns to you, holding out his hand for a ball which you produce almost immediately.

“Set it down for me will you sweetheart? My back is bothering me today.” Namjoon gestures to the little tee on the ground used to support the ball so that it can be hit from standstill.

You nod in reply, taking a few steps forward with the golf ball in your hand as you bend to place it on the tee, painfully aware of your short skirt and the two men standing behind you. Unfortunately, you can’t place the ball in position without bending over fully, and the weight of the golf bags on your shoulders makes it even harder.

Beside him, Namjoon whistles quietly at the sight of you bending over in front of him, nudging Jimin as the backs of your smooth thighs are slowly revealed. Your skirt rides up to flash them both a view of the white safety shorts underneath-they barely cover your ass, but still better than nothing. Jimin heaves a sigh of relief that at least some of your modesty is preserved, but the damage is done.

“Fuck, that’s a pretty little thing right there isn’t she?” Namjoon’s attention is entirely focused on your ass cheeks in your skirt, sounding a little disappointed when you straighten and they’re hidden from view. “Just a little more, and you can almost see her pussy.”

Jimin didn’t realise he was clenching his fists so hard till pinpricks of pain radiate through his palm, and he has to consciously remind himself that he can’t punch Namjoon in the nose. He has half a mind to tell him that he can shove that golf ball up his own ass, but then you’re already within hearing distance of them, cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

“There you go, Mr Kim,” you gesture for him to take his shot, and as he steps forward, you’re left standing side by side with Jimin.

“I… I didn’t know you were working here,” Jimin barely musters up the courage to start a conversation, painfully aware of the little amount of time he has before Namjoon rejoins them.

“Just started not too long ago,” your voice is cold and unemotional, and Jimin swallows hard to suppress the sudden ache that manifests in his chest.

“Ho-how are you doing? Are you okay? Is everything- are you getting by?” The moment the words leave his mouth, Jimin wants to take them back- this isn’t what he meant to say, because now it seems like all he’s concerned with is your financial wellbeing, when it’s so much more than that.

“I’m fine,” you tell him, even as Namjoon misses a shot. “Just doing what I have to get by.”

“_____, listen, I-“

“Well, that was a shame,” Namjoon exclaims as he strolls back leisurely, swinging his club. “Jimin, you should take a shot too! Sweetheart, help him set up the ball too would you?”

Jimin is about to refuse his offer, wanting to spare you the humiliation, but the alternative would be to leave you alone with Namjoon, and he’d rather get run over by a tractor than to stand by and leave you alone with that creep.

“Yes, help me out would you?” Jimin strolls to the spot Namjoon was occupying, making sure to stand slightly behind the tee so that he can block your figure from Namjoon’s leering eyes as you bend over to place the ball for him. “Thanks, _____.”

The way your name rolls off his tongue feels so right, and Jimin can’t help but relish the sound of it as he watches your reaction, remembering all of the other times he’d moaned it with his cock buried in your throat or pounding your pussy to no end. You nod back in reply, but Jimin doesn’t miss the way your bite your lip and rub your thighs together ever so slightly, and he turns to take his shot with a satisfied smirk.

You stay right by his side even as he turns away from you, unwilling to stand Namjoon’s company even for a second, and it does wonders for Jimin’s ego as he nails his shot perfectly.

Namjoon’s face is suddenly overcast with irritation and displeasure, but Jimin can’t bring himself to care especially when you clap your hands in pure unadulterated glee. He’s basking in your praise as you all move on to the next hole, and at this point the deal doesn’t even matter anymore, not when you’re right there beside him.

*

They end the course with Jimin just slightly ahead, and even though he knows it’s not exactly the best way to secure the deal, he still allows the win to stroke his male ego, especially in front of you.

You usher the two men into an air conditioned meeting room specially reserved for business only, promising to be right back with towels and refreshments.

Jimin settles back into his chair as he watches you leave the room, eyes fixed on the way your legs look in your skirt, resisting the urge to indulge himself in a fantasy of bending you over and flipping that skirt up. He remembers the way your ass looked all marked with his handprints, and even better, the way your pussy looked all dripping with his cum. But then he realises that Namjoon beside him is doing almost the exact same thing, and a scowl immediately settles itself over his features.

Luckily Namjoon mistakes this to be a look of concentration instead.

Jimin tries his best to force the image of his cock stretching out your pussy out of his head as he negotiates with Namjoon, playing the part of the well versed, no nonsense CEO that he knows best. He’s learned to compartmentalise his emotions when it comes to business, and thanks to this, the deal is signed and sealed in a matter of minutes.

“Well, that settles it then,” Namjoon stands and offers his hand for Jimin to shake, which he does.

“Thank you for the opportunity, Mr Kim. We look forward to working with you in the future,” Jimin flashes him a professional smile.

“Us too, Park,” Namjoon nods back, before adjusting the collar of his polo shirt. “If you don’t mind, I’ll just head to the washroom for a bit to freshen up, yeah?”

“Sure, go ahead, I’ll just be here,” Jimin dismisses him with a nod, pulling out his phone to attend to a few work emails while the older man excuses himself.

He must have lost track of time amidst the never ending flood of work in his inbox, but Jimin suddenly realises that a good twenty minutes have passed, and neither you nor Namjoon are back yet.

He pushes himself off his seat, heading for the door. Jimin decides to head for the small little bar to look for you first, since you said you’d be preparing refreshments. He passes by the washrooms on his way, but the sound of scuffling feet makes him stop in his tracks.

The sound is coming from the male toilets, and with his heart in his throat, Jimin pushes the door open violently, only to be greeted with Namjoon’s larger frame pushing you up onto the counter and forcing your legs open to accommodate him. His hands are under your skirt, and you’re kicking violently, arms thrashing, but the taller man is much stronger than you as he pins your body to the wall.

Jimin never thought it was possible to see red, always thought it was just a descriptive phrase, until this very moment.

He lunges forward, hands finding purchase on the older man’s collar as he hauls him off you, throwing him against the opposite wall as he sinks a fist into his cheek. 

“Fuck, what the hell, Park?” Namjoon is rubbing his cheek as he struggles to regain his footing. “What’s your problem?”

Jimin ignores the older man as he turns to check up on you as you flip your skirt down to cover your bare thighs, pushing yourself off the counter.

“Man, if you wanted in too, you could’ve just said so. No need to punch me in the face. I’ve shared girls before, no big deal.” Namjoon chuckles from behind him, and Jimin decides he’s had enough.

“Listen, you sick bastard. I don’t care what you do with other girls, but you chose to mess with the wrong one today.” Jimin runs a hand through his hair as he takes a step towards him. “Get the fuck out of here. And our deal’s done. Contact my legal team with regards to the compensation.”

Without even waiting for the other man to react, Jimin turns to reach for your hand, grabbing it and tugging you to follow him.

“Jimin- wait- fucking hell, where are you taking me-“ Jimin doesn’t relent as he grabs his keys from the valet, unlocking his car and opening the passenger door. He pushes you into the car in what can only be described as both gentle yet firm at the same time, and he doesn’t pause till he seats himself in the driver’s seat and locks the door.

“Jimin, wh-“

“What the fuck did he do to you?” You’ve never seen Jimin this enraged before, and it’s starting to scare you a little. His eyes, normally a soft, azure grey, are now swirling storms of pewter. “Answer me!”

“He- he cornered me in on the way to the meeting room and dragged me to the male toilets, and-” 

“Where. Did. He. Touch. You.” Jimin’s voice is deathly calm, emphasizing every syllable, and his gaze pins you in place. 

“It’s nothing, he just tried to finger me, and-“

Jimin suddenly reaches across to flip your skirt up, and though the action startles you a little, it doesn’t disgust or repel you unlike with Namjoon. Your bare thighs are exposed to his gaze, and he slides his palms up your skin, spreading your legs, but his touch isn’t fuelled by lust or desire.

His fingers trail over the bruises left on your inner thighs, and Namjoon’s left marks all the way up till the crotch of your underwear. Your safety shorts are almost completely ripped through, and the lace of your panties are torn.

“Fucking bastard.” Jimin swears, the fury in his voice entirely contradicting the gentle touches of his fingertips as he strokes your skin. Jimin’s touch lingers on your skin just a little longer as if trying to erase the violet marks, but then he suddenly jerks back, eyes wide in apology.

“Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to touch you like this, especially after-“

“It’s fine, Jimin,” you grab his hands and tug them back toward you. “I don’t mind. Not when it’s you.”

He freezes in place as he takes in your words, before allowing his hands to rest on your thighs again. Jimin caresses your upper thighs with the utmost reverence, and it’s the most intimate moment you’ve shared with him thus far, with just his hands stroking your skin over the ugly bruises. 

“I’m sorry,” Jimin finally says, glancing up at you to meet your eyes. “I should have stopped him right from the start, when he called you that name.”

“It’s okay, I’m okay,” you tell him, shrugging a little, because it’s common to receive such male attention especially at a club like this, and with a uniform like this too. But the encounter with Namjoon in the bathroom has shaken you up more than you’d like to admit.

Having Jimin’s hands on you again, after all this time is making your heart flutter in your chest in what you recognise as the warning bells that you’d tried so hard to ignore. But this time, you don’t feel like running anymore, not when you’ve already lost him, not when you don’t have anything to lose anymore. “Jimin, actually, I wanted to tell you that I-“

But Jimin stops you with a finger to your lips, because he’d promised himself that the next time he saw you, he would tell you everything, and he can’t let this chance slip away.

“I love you, _____. I fucking need you in my life, and I don’t think I realised just how much until you left. I know I’m shit at expressing my emotions, but somewhere along the way in this no strings business deal I did exactly what I told myself I wouldn’t do- I fell in love, and I fell in love with you.”

Silence envelopes the tiny space between you and him inside his car, and you’re reeling at his confession, struggling to find the words to reciprocate. And it’s hard because all this while you’d never thought that this would be in the realm of possibility, and now that it’s happening, it feels so surreal.

“It-it’s okay, you don’t have to respond.” Jimin clears his throat, and draws away from you. “This is way more than you signed up for, and definitely not in our original contract, so…“

Jimin is resorting to what he knows best- the language of business where everything is black and white.

“I think you should drive.” 

“Wh-what?” Your sudden unexpected response has him taken aback. 

“I told you that I’m always yours, remember? And I meant it, in the exact same way,” you smile back at him, feeling your heart click into place as you take in his mussed blonde hair, pillowy lips, and dove gray eyes.

Jimin pauses for a moment to collect himself, and then places his hands on the steering wheel as he starts his engine. He glances down at your exposed thighs before meeting your gaze with a smirk.

“Better flip your skirt down baby, don’t want others looking at what’s mine.”

*

It’s like déjà vu all over again as Jimin presses you up against the door of his bedroom, too impatient to open the door as he leaves kisses all over your neck. But this time it’s different, this time you are meeting as equals, and it makes all the difference.

Jimin slides his hand down to your ass, palming over your skirt as you reach behind you for the doorknob.

“Jimin… wait a second, I’m trying to open the door…”

“Fuck, can’t wait baby, let’s just fuck right here,” he breathes in your ear with his arm wrapped around your waist, trying to tug you down onto the floor with him.

“Don’t want rug burns,” you murmur in protest as his hand on your ass slides around to the front, dipping into your lace panties just as you manage to open the door. “Fucking finally, you need to get better doors.” 

He lifts you up, and your wrap your legs around his waist as he drops you onto his bed before covering your body with his immediately, as if not being able to stand a second without his skin touching yours. Jimin fiddles with the button on your skirt, pausing in his ministrations to look up at you.

“You sure you’re okay with this? After…” His eyes soften as he tries his best not to look at the bruises on your inner thighs.

“I’m sure,” you smile and pull him down for a kiss, and it does the job to bury all his uncertainty, especially when you grind your hot centre up into his bulge.

“It’s been too fucking long, need to feel your pussy,” Jimin tugs your ruined underwear down your thighs, kissing each inner thigh in the process. “I’ll eat you out later, princess.”

You reach for the zipper on his jeans, tugging it down along with his underwear. His cock is already rock hard and weeping with precum, and your mouth waters at the sight of it. Jimin catches your hungry gaze, smirking at you as he strokes himself leisurely.

“Later baby, later I’ll let you suck my cock, but right now I want to stretch your pretty pink pussy, will you let me do that?”

You can only moan in response, spreading your legs to show him your drenched slit. “Bare?”

“Do you want me to use a condom?” He responds with his head hovering near your pussy, and you can almost feel his searing heat.

“No, no condom, just want you,” you murmur with your hands on his ass, pulling him in toward you, and he obliges as he sinks in balls deep.

Your walls clenching around him has him in throes of ecstasy as he bites his bottom lip. Jimin cups his hands around your hips to tug you onto his cock, making sure that his balls rest snugly against your clit.

“I won’t last long, princess, your pussy is so tight for me,” he works his way in and out gingerly, and every ridge of his cock strokes you just right, rubs you raw on the inside. “I promise I’ll make it up to you later.” 

The thought of him needing to spill his load with just a single stroke inside you makes your heart sing, and you pull him in closer, wrapping your legs around him. “It’s okay baby, just come for me, hmm? Wanna feel you lose it inside me.” 

Jimin pulls his weight back to rest on his knees so that he can get better leverage as he thrusts, making sure to bottom out every time. He can already feel his cock leaking copious amounts of precum in your pussy, and the throbbing in his balls tells him that he’s about to cum, and soon. Your walls just feel too good around him, and every instinct in him is telling him to cum deep inside you, replace the touch of every single man who came before him.

His thrusts are sending you further up the bed, leaving you out of breath as you feel him nudge your cervix. “Tell me that you love me.”

“I- fuck, I love you. So fucking much,” he gives a deep thrust that makes you clench around him. 

His thumb slides over your slippery clit as he begins to lose his steady rhythm, and you can feel him struggling to hold back his orgasm. But you clench around him harder, massaging his cock with your walls and intending to milk him dry, so he doesn’t stand a chance.

“Tell me that I’ll always be your baby, then cum deep inside me, so that you’re all I remember.”

Jimin’s breath hitches as he desperately chases after his high. “You’re always going to be mine, princess, now and forever. Fuck, oh fuck, I’m cumming, you ready for it?”

“Yes,” you claw at his back in an effort to get him deeper inside you. “Fuck yes, cum inside me.”

Jimin spills his seed deep inside with a loud grunt, and the resulting wetness that seeps out around his embedded cock is something you’ve never felt before. He makes sure to stay deep inside you as he spurts, and you can feel every single rope of cum in your pussy as you lay there, filled to the brim and content. 

His weight on your body is comforting, and you stroke his back as he drifts down from cloud nine. You’re content to let his softening cock stay seated inside your full pussy for as long as possible, but Jimin has other ideas.

Pulling his cock out, he quickly lowers his face to your pussy before his cum can start to drip down your slit, catching it with his tongue as he begins to lap at you. Jimin spreads your lips to get at your clit, rough licks pushing you further toward the edge. Placing one hand on your inner thigh, he uses the fingers of the other to fondle your clit as he redirects his tongue to your cum drenched slit, and the sight of him licking his own cum from your pussy is so hot that you can’t help but hit your orgasm, causing more of his semen to leak out of you as your walls clench around nothing.

Jimin gives little kitten licks to help you through the aftershocks, then sits back to watch your pussy clench as you slowly relax.

“Fuck, that was so hot,” you can only gasp as you reach for him, and he nuzzles his face into your breasts

“Told you I’d make it up to you,” you can feel his smirk against your skin, and you pinch him lightly in retaliation.

 “You’re too impatient, Park,” you tell him with a smirk of your own. “After all, we do have the rest of forever.”

[jimmydemaret]

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