#SORRY FOR CAPS BUT U MUST LOOK AT HER

[cubedmango]

LOOK AT HER NOW THIS IS AN ORDER

[leclsrc]

wanna be nearer ✴︎ mv1

genre: 18+, fuck buddies ahhhaha, smut, porn w/o plot basically...

word count: 3.6k  

It seems every time you tell yourself to stop, Max comes back into your life and all sense of resolve crumbles. title from this

auds here… hiii :) req'd by SO MANY PEOPLE i can't even start compiling all the asks hahah but if u asked for this here it is! writing's been tuff for me lately but this was the one thing i could continue daily (weird) also there is a case to be made re: max's hottest pictures being like 1 pixel in resolution... hope u all like it!!!

nsfw warnings under the cut!

18+ because... sexual tension, penetrative sex, some vague sexting/a sex tape being watched, praise/dirty talk central, size kink, unprotected sex, handjob (f receiving), max being a meanie

It’s busy today. You haven’t seen him all day. 

To be fair, you weren’t necessarily looking—not at first, anyways. How many days had it been since the last time, now? The one in your hotel room? Almost two weeks, you think. The real answer’s blurry in your head, especially when you count the close calls, but this should be a record for you two at this point. Neither of you acknowledge that the only reason you’ve been so good at staying away from each other is because when you’re not roped into the same media junket, you avoid each other at all costs.

The media pen is full; everybody’s shoulder-to-shoulder because a few other networks bought their way into the space for the Singapore race. Right when your mind settles back into the focus of work, though—

“Here,” he says, his voice rough and tickling your ear. You nearly stumble forward, shocked at how his voice almost vibrates through you, a low trill that ripples top to bottom.

His hand settles at the small of your back, like his verbal confirmation wasn’t enough on its own; it’s big and his thumb rubs softly at the smooth strip of skin in-between your low skirt and your top. “Passing through.”

“Sure,” you say, dry. “Sorry.” You clear your throat and cant backwards into his touch—briefly, before you step forward and allow him to pass fully. Across you, Lissie looks up from her phone and you sense her trying to gauge why you’re so close to Max.

You blink and wait for him to disappear, wondering what you’ll tell her—how, more like. How the conversation even opens. How you’d phrase the truth, which in itself is a horribly grey area. Well, Lis, if you must know, Max and I have casual sex. A lot. It’s actually not very casual. We stopped now, but—yes, Max. That Max, yes. 

“What about Max?”

Your eyes snap upward and then to your left, where you can see Max’s figure disappearing into a crowd of engineers. They return to Lissie and you feign confusion to mask panic. “What?”

“You were spacing out and then suddenly said his name.” She presses the tip of her pen onto her chin, humming. She doesn’t look at you and you thank God for it—eye contact would’ve rattled the truth out of you in seconds.

“I…” You shake your head. “I was irritated with—I’ve been irritated with him all morning. It’s. Yeah.”

“Oh,” she says, nodding, looking away for a second but not pausing. “Oh, okay. D’you wanna go over this edit again?”

—

The stale air of his hotel room, alleviated only by the vaguely fragrant linen spray they use when he’s out, is what greets Max when he arrives in the afternoon.The first thing he does—the only task he’d even thought of en route here—after the door clicks shut is pull up his Messages app and type.

Just got to hotel. He tosses his phone onto the bed while he waits, tugs his cap off and rakes reckless fingers through his hair. His new stylist’s got him onto jeans that don’t “look painted on” (you once said, verbatim), but he’d rather die than lounge in denim, so he swaps them out for just his Calvins.

His mind’s lethargic, but even his version of lethargic is high-drive for others—his brain has the silly tendency to work in absolute overdrive. He itches for a drink and orders a Scotch on the telephone. He checks his phone, which is lying facedown still, and as soon as he picks it up it chimes with your reply.

OK, nice. Did u need something?

No, just wanted to let you know. He hits send, then adds another. You’re off @ 8?

Ended early, I’m in the car. He’s in the middle of drafting a response when you send a follow-up.

I thought we agreed no contact unless business

He scoffs out a dry laugh. Despite himself, he reads the text in your voice, his brain completing the image of the bossy tone with crossed arms and a wickedly arched brow. In response he types: Can’t even update a friend nowadays? I am very tired you know.

Rules are rules, he reads. Then, Get some rest.

Yeah. Got a drink.

I said rest, not drink. Even then he can hear the exasperation in your voice.

How was work? I hurt a muscle doing training. That’s why I’m at the hotel early.

Feel better soon, you send. Had some press stuff today. Boring shit

Yeah? I missed you today.

Really?

A lot. He hums and leans backward, lets his head settle into the pillow, the smell of the linen spray consuming his nostrils. He waits for his phone to buzz, vibrate softly on the hard surface of his chest. It does, after a few minutes, after he’s let his eyes shut and let himself rest them for a bit, after the room service comes knocking and gives him the Scotch he’d requested while ago.

He’s back sitting on his bed when it vibrates. He picks it up and reads: How much?

You’re awfully easy to rile up. He smiles around the rim of his glass—he knows exactly where this is heading. 

So much I think I’ll watch some videos of us.

The only caveat of casual sex as two people who essentially dislike each other is the fact that it’s all under wraps—which means if you two try to sneak off together, or are even caught in the same vicinity, people raise suspicions. And that means there are weeks where you barely get to fuck.

And that means you both grow antsy for it. He makes fun of you for being needy, when you’re tipsy and palming at the denim of his jeans or when you bend over when you know he’s looking. But the truth is he grows needy for it, too, craves you like you’re all that matters—he gets extra handsy, drops another innuendo when he knows you’re listening. There is a case to be made that he’s worse, in fact, because fans sometimes skirt around his words and wonder why he sounds so flirty when you’re the reporter in the room.

It was difficult but eventually he found a minor workaround: sometimes he films the two of you. There’s none of those propping his phone up kind of stuff, he just fishes for it in the middle of fucking you so he can store it for himself. It’s locked on his phone and he only has a few (the few has grown in number lately), but God it gives him release when he needs it and you’re not there.

I’ll call you when I’m at the lobby, comes the response. It’s always futile, the attempts to stay away from each other.

He pulls up the folder and lets his eyes skate over the thumbnails, squeezes himself through his boxers. Fuck. He can’t seem to decide what he wants to watch—the ones of you sucking him off, the ones of his fingers stretching you out. He recalls the whine in your voice in each of them, the pleads that escaped you for him to fuck you harder.

So Max, for the life of him, can’t even count how many times these videos have made him cum. But there’s one he hasn’t seen yet—the one he took the night before you two parted. You’d become extra needy on this night, preceding the season, he supposes, the separation. You already were anticipating the deprivation, starved for him more than usual. He’d have kissed you pretty, given you one orgasm after another and still you’d want more. And on this night it was you who asked him to film, you who wanted all of them on tape, so you’d both have something to tide you over until he got to fuck you again.

He pulls his cock out and strokes over it. And with his other hand, he presses his thumb on that video.

In it he’s fucking you in the dark, keeping the phone’s flashlight on your pussy as he sinks his cock into you. When he pulls back out the light reflects on the slick coating his dick, makes it glisten. It looks so wet, sounds so wet, with each thrust into you. He remembers just how it feels; he imagines that he’s back in your bed, fucking you again; that his fist is your pussy, and the spit lubricating it is the wetness that’s drooling out of you on camera.

He can see how tight you are—the way your pussy grips the shaft each time he pulls his cock out, greedy for him. Just like you.

The two of you were supposed to be quiet, too. You were at a hotel, your room beside another driver’s; you were supposed to be careful not to stir anyone. But your moans are louder than he remembers; so is the way you say, breathily, between gasps, Right there, Maxie, m’so close. Max inhales through his teeth, his cock throbbing at that—that Maxie, the cute little whimper out your mouth.

He strokes himself faster, watches the way your fingers slip into frame to rub at your clit, his thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier. He can see, hear—feel how wet you are, the sound of your cunt growing wetter with every thrust. He hears his own voice again, mutter out So good for me, yeah? And your babbled affirmation in response.

You cum hard, your slick getting everything wet and shiny and Max watches himself cum next. His dick’s already spurting when he pulls out and lets himself release on your lower stomach, some of it shooting onto your tits. He blinks, anchors himself back, quickens his wrist and digs his heels into the bed to keep himself from coming. Just a second longer. He knows what comes next and he needs to see it.

Like clockwork, he watches two of your fingers swipe through his cum, bringing them up to your lips. You blink up at the camera and smile. Quit it, your lips mouth, pink and cum-slick. Put it down, Maxie… fill me up again. He releases in weak spurts over his fist, a damp, flushed grunt escaping him as he does. He feels like the air’s been knocked out of him.

His phone rings and he presses it to his ear. “Hey, angel. Come on up.”

One week later

“Vodka,” you say to the bellboy when you get to the elevator. “To my hotel room. Very cold. Please. And thank you.”

The guy scurries off to fetch it for you, and five minutes and one elevator ride later, you're wrestling himself into your room, flexing your sore foot. Japan does hotel rooms well. The leather of your Manolo digs into your foot the way it does after you’ve walked the entire day and you can feel a blister forming on the back of your right heel but it doesn’t really matter, you guess, if you’re already home. Hotel-home, anyway.

You expect to find solace lounging on your bed, waiting out the hours to your morning briefing for the race and throw back a glass or two of vodka. 

Instead, you find Max on your couch. He’s sipping ice-cold vodka—your ice-cold vodka.

“Hey, pretty,” he says. “Good vodka. I got staff to wire my FIFA on the TV.”

You just stare. “My TV. What,” you say, your eyes spotting the bottle of frosty vodka by his glass, “are you doing here?”

“I hadn’t seen you all day and I wanted to,” he explains simply. “Do you want food or something?”

“Food? I—nevermind,” you shrug. You’re frozen by the door, only just warmed now from the cold air that bit at your bare legs. “Max, how long have you been here?”

“Since Will Buxton started the post-FP debrief,” he huffs. He fiddles with the remote in his grip and extends it to the TV, where FIFA comes to life. “Aw, come on, angel. I know, I know. No sex and all that. I just like your company, you know?”

“Please. Go fuck yourself,” you scoff, toeing off your shoes and wiping your hands on the fabric of your skirt. He says one thing but you expect another—it’s only natural, given all the other times one of you had failed to keep a similar promise. But still you walk yourself beside him, fix the strap of your short dress, and allow him to pour you a drink.

“You know what I’ve been thinking about lately?” He asks absently. “About how you’re always having these talks with me about… about not having sex anymore, but you never even last two days.” He raises you the glass. “What is it, relapsing?”

“Fuck you,” you mutter. “It’s only because you keep trying to get me all hot and bothered.” You recall each time: in Monaco, in Madrid, in France. “Maybe if you got off my back once in a while, we’d be back to normal.”

He shrugs. “You just don’t have strong resolve.”

“Excuse me?” You scoff, irritation scratching at your throat.

“Wanna test that out? Come play.”

Your eyes flit over to the bright screen, all exhaustion cleared from your system. An animated Kylian Mbappe kicks a football in a loop. “Fine. One round and you’re out of my room.” He throws his hands up in surrender and you make a move to sit next to him. Max puts his hands out towards you then, nodding. You mistake it for some handshake, accept them, and then he’s wrangle you onto his lap facing outward. You feel your pulse at your throat as he pulls you tight against him.

“This is cheating,” you say, your voice dry.

“You got it wrong. Teaching.”

He moves his fingers atop yours, explaining what to press, what goes where, what to do for this or that. He can smell your perfume, hear your stilted breaths, and when he peeks over your shoulder he can see where your dress falls loose, showing the lace of your bra and your tits underneath them.

If he had it his way, he’d hike your dress up and have you ride him. But he’s given you a challenge.

You play a practice round and end up scoring a few goals, fingers making quick work of the buttons. Behind you, Max watches, content, answering your questions when you ask them hurriedly—how do I do this? That? Did I just score?

You score once, then twice, then three times, and before you know it you’re scoring in quick succession. The game is fun—it’s easy. If Max was trying to give you a hard time, he failed. You grow determined, competitive within seconds (something he really should’ve anticipated), and you’re scoring goals with skill that you’d confidently say rivals Max’s.

Max. You almost—almost forget he’s there, and then you sit up straighter and you’re hit with the sensation of his dick pressing into your ass. You inhale sharply and the controller clatters to the floor.

“You okay, pretty?” His hand comes up to rest on your knee, inching closer and closer with every hitch of your breath. Your hand, now free of the controller, seizes his, stopping it right at the middle of your thigh. 

“I’m fine.”

“Yeah? You look stressed.” He doesn’t move. “You were so close, too, weren’t you?” The score stares you right in the face: 4-5. “Maybe you just need to get your mind off it.” It’s so bullshit, so extremely obvious, but he’s right in your ear and his hand is so near where you’ve missed its presence.

You’re usually competitive. You can usually hold your ground. But with this and him—

“Maybe,” you breathe, loosening your grip. He spreads his legs, spreading yours in the process, and brings his hand closer, running slender fingers over the lace material of your underwear until you’re squirming. It grows damper the more he touches, your mouth hanging open with stunted whimpers.

“You always come back to me, schatz, don’t you,” he says, whispers against your ear. You wrench a moan out. “Remember the first time? You interviewed me in Abu Dhabi… you teased me the whole day and begged to come thrice in my room. The time in Monaco you touched yourself to me when I was in the next room. The time we almost hooked up in Miami…” He groans, to himself more than you. “You’re a dirty girl.” He’s curling two fingers inside of you now, grazing against the sweet spot pulls the most delicious moans out of your innocent mouth.

“Every time… you go, that was the last time.” While your mind recaps the memories he’s busy spelling into your ear, Max’s fingers are curling inside of you against that sweet spot just right, and your moans are getting louder and louder.

“Fuck,” he huffs, watching your flushed face get more and more euphoric.

“Aw, pretty, look at that,” Max laughs. He’s looking at your thighs, watching the way they tense and shake as his fingers stroke your g spot. Each pump and curl into your twitching pussy feels better and better, and your dripping walls are starting to clench around his fingers.

“Wait, I—I can’t,” you pant, lolling your head onto his shoulder and involuntarily bucking your hips upward. 

“Yeah you can,” he orders. “It’s so easy to get you to cum, isn’t it? Or is that just for me? The driver you hate the most?” He laughs. “Get all wet for the guy you couldn’t care less about. Say you hate me and get my dick nice and wet the next day.” You’re grinding onto his three fingers now, shameless with it.

“Are you gonna cum?” He asks.

“Oh,” you whine. “Yeah, fuck—yes.”

“Tell me what you’re gonna do,” he says wickedly. You can hear him smile.

“I’m gonna—please—I’m gonna cum,” you pant, tension coming to a halt and then bursting all at once out of you. His other arm holds your hips down against him, and you spend a minute and another twitching, your skin sticky with sweat and slick.

It’s not long before you’re whirled back to face him, your hands making quick work of his jeans. It’s a skill you’ve both mastered, the art of the quickie—in closets, hotel rooms, with sweaty, open-mouthed kisses pressed along the column of your throat, moans swallowed. 

He hikes your dress up and your panties to the side, immediately bullies his cock into you—the glide is slow, but easy. You’re so fucking wet.

“Fucking big,” you gasp out. “Jesus, Jesus—fuck.” Your head drops and presses against his; he uses the opportunity to kiss you. You moan into it, feeling the stretch, your slick wetness dragging down the length of him as he thrusts up, up, further. “Been a while.”

“Feel good, though, yeah?” Your toes curl and you nod; you’re flushed all over and you need him to hurry up. You grind downward, onto him. He does, then, fucks you hard and fast, like he’s thirsted for this for way longer than he did. You’re squirming, all wet, and it tempts him to go harder. Your face is shiny with sweat, lips drawn in between your teeth.

“Slo—slow down,” you manage, babbling; he doesn’t, speeding up his thrusts until you’re moaning his name. “Max—wait—fuck, you’re so mean,” you whine, wrapping your arms around him and letting him take control. 

“You’re fine,” he grunts, pulling out almost all the way. “You take my dick so well, schatz, every fucking time. Don’t you?”

“I do,” you gasp out, and he’s slamming into you gain. You cry out loudly, sniffling from the overstimulation—you’d barely recovered from your initial orgasm and already you’re hurtling into what feels like three at the same time. 

“For someone who doesn’t like me,” he sneers, “you sure do moan like a slut, huh?”

His words get you more turned on than you’re willing to admit, but you shake your head.

“No?” He laughs, breathy from the effort. “Maybe I should film you now. Send it to your boss, let him see his stellar reporter’s getting Verstappen’s dick wet.” 

Finally, the tension building inside of you reaches a head, and your pussy starts to twitch around his dick. He notices, grunts sharply and leans forward, shuddering as he releases into you. Your moans are choked and tapering into whimpers as you release slick all over him, and you attempt to catch your breath, collapsing onto his still-clothed, now-sticky chest. You scratch at the dri-fit material and inhale him, the smell of his cologne, his sweat. You bite at his earlobe, laugh when he flinches.

“That,” you say into his skin, “was the last time.” It’s both seriously and as a joke, playing off of what he’d remarked earlier.

“Jesus, princess. I’m still inside you.” 

You giggle and drum lightly along the plane of his chest. In a few minutes he’ll pick you up to shower, but now you’re content to inhale him in. Quietly you wonder why you just can’t get enough of him—if you were in better senses, you’d have realized he was thinking the same thing about you.

[its-your-mind]

ORV as textposts 36/???

[Photo ID - ten images from the ORV manhwa with text pasted upon them.

The first image shows Kim Dokja with his white cloak flying behind him. The text post is by Tumblr user gayarsonist and reads, "hey sorry i'm late i wandered into a liminal space". The reblog reads, "what do you mean i've been missing for 10 years"

The second image shows the back of Kim Dokja as he watches Yoo Joonghyuk walk up the stairs in front of him. The text post is by Twitter user nicola @/bbynic33 and reads, "'I could fix him" good for you. I joined him in his insanity"

The third image shows Han Sooyoung looking at the Dokkaebi Shop interface to the viewer's left and Kim Dokja looking away from her on the viewer's right. Two blue texts are pasted to the top of the image with the tail pointing toward Kim Dokja. The first one reads, "dumnass 😊.” The second text reads, "dumbass 😊😊😊😊😊😊.” Two gray texts are pasted to the bottom of the image with the tail pointed toward Han Sooyoung. The first text reads, "Lmao nace typo." The second one reads, "Fuck."

The fourth image shows the backs of Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk. A text timestamped Today at 10:11 am is next to Kim Dokja's head with the tail pointing toward him. It reads, "Guess what I'm about to get." Another text is pasted below it with the tail pointing toward Yoo Joonghyuk's head. It reads, "on my nerves."

The fifth image shows Bihyung the dokkaebi floating before Kim Dokja with lightning around him. A comment by user .shinobu is pasted upon him. It reads, "your little joke was quite amusing, i must admit. who knew a vile creature like you would be able to get a laugh out of me. well done."

The sixth image shows Kim Dokja with his eyes closed and his left hand held in front of him in prayer. Lee Hyungsung, Lee Gilyoung, Yoo Sangah, and Jung Heewon are looking at him in disbelief. The text post is by Tumblr user heavensghost and placed next to Kim Dokja's head. It reads, "talking about your feelings is SO important I won't do it but u guys definitely should". A Star Stream notification is at the bottom of the image in all caps. It reads, "[A few constellations are impressed by your shamelessness.]"

The seventh image shows Nirvana on the viewer's right with their arms outstretched. They are looking toward Yoo Joonghyuk, who is on the viewer's left and facing Nirvana with a sword. Kim Dokja is behind Yoo Joonghyuk and also looking toward Nirvana. A Tumblr ask is pasted above Nirvana and reads, "i think i'm in love with you, have a nice day" The response by Tumblr user 13fingers is pasted over Yoo Joonghyuk and reads, "You are nothing to me. I won't"

The eighth image shows a less realistic version of Kim Dokja rolling his eyes and a displeased look on his face. Text is pasted above him that reads, "(through gritted teeth) Great."

The ninth image shows Kim Dokja smiling toward the viewer with his eye closed and his arms crossed. The textpost is by Tumblr user firefox-official and reads, "that character is problematic" i am sick and twisted. next"

The last image shows Kim Dokja in the foreground with Yoo Joonghyuk behind him. The tail of the original speech bubble is pointed toward Kim Dokja, and the bubble reads, "Let's go." The text post is pasted between Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk. It's by Tumblr user aridante and reads, "get in loser we're living past the end of our myth". /End ID]

Image ID by @incorrect-web-novels who is an icon and a gem

[wokelander]

(TELL ME I’M YOUR) NATIONAL ANTHEM !

ft. leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags. president!leon, intern!reader, drug mentions, affair, cheating, smut, p in v sex, oral, blowjob, just general presidential gross behaviour

note. commission for @slovakbabe :33 sorry this is so late.. kept changing it ugh! ignore any typos / mistakes :3 feedback / rbs appreciated. inaccurate bc i’m british 💔 some details r taken completely from lewinsky-clinton case! like umm the dress duh.. and some of the trial talk! also the part w claire um! sorry the pov keeps switching oh my gosh!!! hope u like this and I hope it was worth the wait!!! tried to compress the plot to make it fit into the word limit so if it sounds jumpy excuse me… readers personality changed ack..

God bless America, and God fucking bless nepotism.

You don’t know a thing about environmental quality, your carbon footprint is far bigger than your So Kates and it’s not something you’ve ever been concerned about. Dad was an advisor to whoever was in office twenty years ago and his last name takes you further than your English degree ever has.

The lady in charge of interviews tells you that you have a ‘good face’ and that must mean something. When you get the call a few weeks later you’re not surprised. Now your parents have something to gush over at soirées and afternoon tea parties - their girl is interning at the White House.

“He’s a liar, a total liar, you know, I don’t think he even knows what he’s doing, he reads off a script twenty-four-seven.” Claire can’t even pretend to be happy, she struggles to look at you when you drop the news over brunch.

“I mean he’s the President, Claire, lying is like his job,” you say to her, checking out your pores in your compact mirror, “and he’s hot, have you seen him in that Vogue photoshoot? The nineties one?”

“Yeah.” Her bottom lip juts out. “He’s also a sex pest, they just put whoever's got the most statutory rape allegations against them in office, the people’s vote doesn’t even count.”

“Jesus, he’s not that bad, Claire.” You stand up, dusting the crumbs off your lap and leaving a tip on the table.

“He knows Epstein.” Claire takes a moment to stand, but she follows when you start to walk away.

“Yeah, but not that Epstein, Claire.” In all honesty, you don’t know much about President Kennedy other than his sexual escapades, you know a lot about those. You know about his affair with Ashley ‘America’s Sweetheart’ Graham, and you know what she was wearing when they got caught by the media.

Graff earrings that weighed 52.55 carats each, you wonder how many children died digging out those white diamonds, a yellow cap-sleeve dress and white closed-toe pumps, four inches tall. She towered over him in the photos the same way his wife does.

“How many Epstein's are there?” She’s so intense, you feel the heat of her anger when your arm brushes hers.

“A lot, and not all of them are Jeffrey’s.” You turn to face her, giving her a smile in hopes of settling her down. “Now, I’m going to powder my nose in the ladies’ room and you’re going to wait out here, and when I come back you’ll be calm, ‘kay?”

When you return she’s not calm, and she’s not calm for the following week, but she wishes you good luck over the phone on Monday morning and it’s because Claire could never stay mad at a pretty girl.

You put on your best (read: shortest) dress, within regulations of course, you’re not looking to get fired on your first day, but you are looking to turn a certain head.

Your peers are dressed comfortably, to say the least, well, as comfortable as business wear can be.

Poor sartorial taste is always an indicator of wealth. The girl to your left might be a Harvard graduate, but if that tacky brooch says anything it’s that she came from a blue-collar neighbourhood. Her bouclé jacket is obviously thrifted and flats? Seriously? Ballet pumps in the White House must be a dress code violation.

The rumpled shirt of the boy directly in your eye line has got to be the biggest fashion faux pas you’ve seen like ever—Well, your sister wore white after Labour Day, and a chunky statement necklace a decade too late.

Smarts can only take you so far, but looks are everything. The clean-cut elegance of a Louboutin, a timeless red lip, and a nice ass in a tight skirt. Oh, you’ll be going places for sure.

(The second floor of the White House perhaps.)

Your superior, Helena, gets it. She’s tall and that always helps. Immaculately dressed in tailored pinstripe trousers, they’re not quite ankle-swingers, but short enough to show off her sleek boots.

Man, you should’ve gone to fashion school.

When everyone stands, smoothing the creases in their clothes, girls using their thumbs to clean the lipstick from the corners of their mouths - you’re a beat late, too many eyesores taking up the space in your head.

But there’s nothing for you to fix, you already look perfect, so you stand pretty while they tremble in ill-fitting dresses.

The camera adds ten pounds, President Kennedy is all the more handsome in the flesh. That face says Italian love affair, but you know that dick is American as apple pie.

His wife is close by his side, their arms looped in a show of sanitised intimacy. Sophistication is dead and gone, pillbox hats and pearls are out, Ada Wong is more seedy sex dungeon worker than Jackie O. It’s admirable really, you’ve got to have guts to dress like the mistress.

President Kennedy makes his way down the line of interns, and then, he pauses in front of you, close enough to smell his cologne. His eyes follow the clean lines of your outfit, and then he grips your hand too tight.

It’s when you’re mingling an hour later after your introductory session, Helena approaches you in her usual composed manner, and very simply says, “Be careful around him.”

“Who?” You ask though you know exactly who she means.

“Leon.” The informality takes you off guard, her brows furrow like his name is sour on her tongue.

“Oh.” You pretend to take this in, but you’ll suck dick to break the glass ceiling, you’d risk the Kennedy curse for that man. “I mean, I’ll try to be careful, but I have to be in his good books.”

Helena’s lips form a thin line. “Trying isn’t good enough.”

“Big day ahead of you.” Ada sits on the end of the bed, fully clothed to the detriment of Leon’s dick. A non-existent sex life is a side effect of marriage he hopes scientists are working on daily to find a cure for.

“Isn't every day a big day?” If it’s not constant meetings and putting false hope in the heart of every American, it’s brunch with world leaders and dinner with the Pope where cocaine is served under a cloche.

“Hm.” She places her teacup down, gliding towards him and placing her hands on his shoulders. “Nice tie.”

“I know,” Leon says absentmindedly, scraping the powder beneath his nails out, a makeshift French manicure, “It’s Armani.”

“And not custom-made?” She pinches his cheek, gentle in the way only a paring knife could be. Leaves a wound that won’t ache until he notices it in the mirror later. “You’re slacking, Mr. President.

“And you’re exasperating, Ada.”

“Wow.” Ada’s brows shoot up into her hairline. “That’s a big word.”

“Yeah, I’ve been learning.” Leon sniffs as she looks him over with practised attraction.

“Aw, just so you can be mean to me?”

“You know it, beautiful.”

The only good thing about today is the interns. Fresh meat. Leon’s a cat person, he likes cougars and sex kittens, and he’s sure there’ll be plenty to pick from. Older women are easy to please and younger ones are easy to charm, the moment he steps into that room, getting his dick wet is the main priority.

Hunnigan doesn’t have to know that he doesn’t really care about where these girls graduated from. Harvard, Yale, Stanford, Princeton. They’ve all got pussies and that’s what matters.

Leon makes his way down the line like it’s a pageant show.

Too short, too shy, too tall, too thin, too fat, straight up ugly.

And then there’s you. Put together, smiling at him all coy like you want him. Girls like Ashley don’t ask for it, they beg for it—You look like you know what you’re here for, you don’t need to beg ‘cause he likes you already.

Leon gets the chance to talk to you an hour later, Helena shoulders past him as he approaches, Hunnigan a few steps behind him. He hopes Helena didn’t say anything in bad taste. In her words, Leon is a ‘Napoleonic little fuck’ and if it wasn’t for the pay, she’d want nothing to do with him. She’s not his biggest fan, so he prays she hasn’t fucked it up for him before he even got a chance.

“So, how old are you?” Leon asks brashly, his mouth twitches upwards when you tilt your head to the side and challenge him with your gaze alone.

“I’m legal if that’s what you’re after, Mr. President.” You could tie his balls together like cherry knots with a sharp tongue like that.

“How legal?” Fucking legal? Drinking legal? Voting legal?

“Very legal, Mr. President, I wouldn’t get you into any trouble or anything.” Your smile is cheeky, and your eyes glint, you’re trouble from head to toe.

“I don’t need you to get me in trouble.” Leon smiles back at you, that skirt is so fucking tight, he wonders if he could get you out of it.

“Mr. President,” Hunnigan warns, her wooden face seems to come to life, a small frown gracing her lips.

“Don’t be jealous, baby, you know I love you and only you.” Leon takes her hand, kissing her fingers until she snatches it back. He catches you laughing into your palm.

See? Easy to charm.

“Mr. President.” His final warning.

“I’m joking.” Leon’s face softens when you slip past her into the crowd, hates to see you go, loves to watch you walk away.

“You need to work on your jokes, Mr. President.” Ada grabs his shoulder from behind and he’s chilled to his core. Jesus. She’s so fucking scary sometimes. “I think you’re having a midlife crisis, they’re getting younger by the second, we should get you a shrink, Leon.”

“Yeah, okay, Ada, you can stop trying to pimp me out.” He’s eye level with her today. She’s opted for a shorter pair of heels, less threatening.

“Pimp you out?” She scoffs, “I just don’t want to be bailing you out, Leon.”

“Don’t need to be bailed out.” Leon shrugs. “I’m the President.”

Being an intern, Helena tells you and the rest of your peers, it means you won’t get to brush shoulders with the President as much as you probably hoped. He doesn’t visit often. He’s busy—

But he comes every day like the sun.

He pretends to be interested in the environment, whatever it is that you’re meant to be doing, but Leon might be the biggest private jet offender yet.

You notice the agitation that crosses Helena’s face anytime he intrudes, it passes a moment later, back to her usual impassivity by the time he sticks his nose in your business.

“Merely interested,” Mr. President claims like he wasn’t looking down your shirt. “Just passing by,” he says when he places a hand on your shoulder and lets it linger.

He never goes further, and it drives you crazy. He’s the fucking President, he could get away with groping you in public, he could make you get on your knees right now and he’s holding back.

Being the President and all, you suppose he's immune to flattery, and that’s alright. You’re immune to diamonds and fast cars and designer dresses. Been there, done that. You won’t be swayed so easily, you don’t want his money, you want his dick and a little piece of his heart, a mention in his will, the key to the Kennedy estate.

You want to go down in history, any publicity is good publicity, you live and die by that. Weighing up the options, you decide playing hard to get is what might work best—He’s already got everything, and he already wants you, you know he does, but you’re going to take that away from him.

No more peeking down your blouse, no more wandering hands and no more flirting. You’re cutting him off, cold turkey. Like, yeah, hypothetically President Kennedy could get any girl he wanted, but he most certainly won’t be getting you, and every man wants what he can’t get.

By the end of the week, he’ll want to break you in like a pair of new dress shoes, he’ll be eating out the palm of your hand, and maybe your pussy from the back.

It works like a charm.

“You’re avoiding me,” Mr. Kennedy says, free of his security detail as he corners you in the hall, his nose brushing yours, eyes wide and desperate—It’s only been a week.

“What makes you think that, Mr. President?” You feign disbelief, placing a dainty hand over your heart. His eyes catch the light like a cats, a crescent of white eclipsing the blue.

“Leon,” he corrects, the usual smarmy smile wiped off his face, “say it.” His hand cups the underside of your chin, tilting it upwards.

You pretend to falter, gazing over his shoulder with glassy eyes like uttering his name is too much for a mere intern like you. It’s not, it’s really not.

“Leon…” You repeat back to him slowly, like you’re new to this planet and you’ve never heard the name outside of his utterance.

Slowly, Leon draws back, hands dropping to his side as he looks down at his shiny shoes. “Don’t… Don’t be like that.”

“Like what?”

“All shy, it don’t suit you.”

“Oh.” So he knows what you were doing. Maybe you’re not as smart as you thought.

His hands ghost over your body, and he asks if you’ll meet him after dark. You’re an opportunist, so you accept and find yourself doing overtime in the Oval Office.

He’s gentler than you expect, cradling your face as he rocks his hips into you. You don’t kiss on the first date, but you’ve never been opposed to some fun. Leon’s head drops to rest on your shoulder, you wonder while you pass a hand over his hair if the Barbie blond is natural or a personal choice.

This is terribly boring, you thought there’d be something exciting about fucking in the Oval Office, but you find yourself more interested in the interior design. Could use a column or two, ionic or Doric or whatever.

Oh gosh is that a photo of his mom—And his wife is a given, oh and Ashley Graham is there too, is that even allowed? He doesn’t have kids, thank god.

Leon finishes on your stomach, then he twists to face the closed golden drapes - a sight you’ve only ever seen on the silver screen. Like clockwork, he plucks the mini flag from his desk and uses it like a handkerchief, wiping his cum from your stomach.

Planting his seed in American soil, you guess.

His body trembles with aftershocks in your hold, and he offers a weary smile. “Was it… Was it good?” Leon’s eyes shift, he can’t hold your gaze as he tucks his limp dick into his slacks.

Awaiting your answer, he toys with the buttons on his shirt like a child looking for comfort in what they’re used to, that nervous look is out of place on his face.

“Of course it was good,” you lie, smoothing down your skirt, “you’re the President.” You don’t step into your heels yet, instead letting him revel in the inch or so he has on you, kissing his protruding collarbone.

That brings him to his senses, Leon’s chest puffs as he nods like it’s all coming back to him, his arrogance. “Right, yeah, I am.”

Before you leave, Leon takes your wrist in his hand, his nails look manicured. He’s got the nose for cocaine so you don’t put it past him. “Same time tomorrow?”

You smile at him sweetly. “Of course.”

Duh. You haven’t got a legacy out of him yet, nobody knows your name outside of your social circle and that’s not enough. Nice cars, colonial mansions—It’s not enough, you don’t need what you already have. When disposable income is all you know, when money grows in your backyard, it’s nothing about that. You won’t be done until you’ve run him into the ground.

Sure, you’re two yachts and a beach house in Miami rich, but you’re not the First Lady. You could boss around a maid or two, get a server fired when you go out to eat, but you don’t have world leaders rolling out red carpets for you to walk on when you land.

Honestly, if you weren’t so concerned with your figure, you’d think about poking a couple holes in the rubber—If that dick even works right.

A week later, you have him kissing your ankles while they dangle over his shoulders, the wet sound of his balls slapping your ass and strained moans as he tries to keep it down filling your ears.

Again, nothing to write home about, his tip barely manages to knock your cervix as he fucks into you with all he’s got, panting into your mouth while you kiss him. You gave up on faking it a couple of days in, you’ve a very good liar, but not a great actor.

You find that your disinterest gets him going, he sees it as a challenge, Leon takes pride in making you do as little as sigh when he thumbs your clit with deft fingers.

“Fuck, wait, I’m gonna—“ His eyes are lidded, staring at you expectantly while his hips stutter, dick pulsing inside of your slick cunt, his tip is wetter than you are. “Can I?”

“Yeah, sure.” You give him the green light and he spills inside of you, it trickles out, dribbling back down his shaft and leaving a residue on the underside of your ass. “I didn’t finish,” you tell him, unsticking your thighs from the glossy wood so you can shift back and spread your legs wide.

Slowly but surely, Leon gets the hint, slightly flustered by how straightforward you’re being. His thumbs part your pussy lips, tongue licking up the centre of your cunt, eating his cum out of your wet hole. You place a hand on the back of his head, pushing him into you, his nose bumps your clit and you gasp.

Oh god, why is his nose more talented than he is? You feel Leon’s fingers push into you, two to keep you happy, curling upwards as his lips latch onto your clit. You cum on his tongue, toes curling in your shoes, it’s pleasant and nothing more, like sun-warmed water lapping at your toes.

Leon moves to kiss you, his pink lips wet with your pussy, you want him to go home and kiss his wife with that mouth, you want him to wear your scent in place of his cologne. Your pussy is super prestigious, costs way more than Tom Ford.

Foxes are nifty little things - sometimes they come in the form of young girls with nice asses.

You’re pissing him off.

Nice car, wow, Mr. President! My dad has one parked in the garage, but we haven’t used it in a while. It's too loud, disturbs the neighbours. Oh, Leon, you shouldn’t have! No, really, you shouldn’t have, I don’t wear yellow diamonds, haven’t you heard of colour theory? They so don’t suit my undertones. Wow, Mr. Kennedy! You were in an episode of Friends once thirty years ago? Oh, gosh, you played Joey’s distant Italian cousin? That’s so crazy, my mom and Jennifer Aniston work out together every Tuesday!

Nothing’s enough, and that’s never been a problem for Leon. Even girls who have everything, Ashley Graham to name one, swoon over classic cars and ball gowns and him. They go crazy over him, but you’re using him as a stepping stool for something else. What else? What more could you want?

Leon might be fucking stupid when it comes to politics, he doesn’t know what to say without prompts, he doesn’t know shit about Guam or Penamstan or much at all—But he’s not dumb, you’re using him, and he’s letting you use him. Walking all over him in six-inch pumps, leaving your lipstick on his collar like you own him, sucking his dick so damn good he can't get rid of you.

You’re like a bed bug. A really hot bed bug. You’re also young, but his cock doesn’t care for morals or ethics and it never really has. Dick wants what the dick wants.

He isn’t going to be stupid this time—You don't want to be impressed so Leon won’t waste time buying you jewellery you consider old fashion, no need to take you for spins in vintage cars, you just want him. He gets it - everyone likes him.

“You’ve never taken me home,” you tell him one night, the white hotel sheets draped over your naked body, angel wings or a shrouded corpse, he's not quite sure.

“There’s nothing interesting at home.” Leon’s bottom lip juts out, preening when you scratch under his chin.

“Doesn’t have to be interesting.” You’re buttering him up with kisses. “You like me, right, Leon?”

“I guess so.” He grunts when you give him a swift elbow in the gut. “I’m kidding, of course I like you.”

“Then why don’t you want to take me home?” Your greed is so violent it grows teeth, he feels your nails digging into his skin.

He gives you one look. “You should know your place.” In my life, at work. An intern and a mistress.

You’re not one to back down. “Excuse me?”

“I’m sorry,” Leon says quickly, fuck, man, you’re scary. Ada isn’t scary, she’s just a bitch, in a hot way—You’re, like, mean. You boss him around and for some reason, he listens. Jesus Christ, isn’t the power imbalance meant to go the other way around?

“I want to come home with you,” you beg, but it’s not really begging, it's an instruction, “I want to sleep in your bed, don’t you like me?”

“I do like you, baby,” he insists, sighing softly when you take your hands off of him, he still feels the sting of your nails on his back, “I like you a lot, you think I treat anyone else like this?”

“Yeah, I bet you do this to every girl.” When it’s just the two of you, when he gets you bare like this, your age shows.

“Not true,” he scoffs.

(Obviously, that’s true.)

“Okay, so then if I’m sooo special, you should take me home.” God, you’re gonna ask him to dump his wife next. This is the problem with rich kids, they’re as entitled as he is. “It’s not like you have kids.”

Leon’s carelessness is lined with caution. He’ll take a mistress or two, but he won’t take that home. That’s something you do outside of the marriage bed. But you’re a kid, you wouldn’t know that, this is probably the first time you’ve fucked a married man, let alone the President.

“It doesn’t work like that, baby,” he tries carefully, pinching your cheek, “you’re a smart girl, you should know better.”

“Don’t talk to me like that, I’m not a kid.” It’s spoken like an accusation, his fingers lose all dexterity when you push him away.

“I know, baby, but you’re being a little selfish right now, you know that?” Comforting you is a balancing act, he flicks through a Rolodex of tactics in his head. He lands on making you feel small. Guilt-tripping doesn’t work on girls who are spoiled rotten, begging just makes you feel like the shit. “It’s not just about you here, is it?”

When you don’t answer, he continues. “If I took you home, I’d put everything at stake, I know you know that.” Leon pulls you apart like orange segments while you turn his mind into your personal playground—It’s a fair trade.

You turn over quietly and he knows he’s won.

It goes on for a month, and then two, and then three and then more—Leon finds himself wondering when it’s time to introduce you officially as his side piece. Unofficially, most insiders know, but the press hasn’t picked up on it yet. If Ada knows she says nothing about it - she lets him be quietly awful.

Your duties with Helena dwindle and he finds you under his desk more often than not, lips stretched around his cock, your lipstick smeared on his shaft.

Leon slaps his dick against your cheek and you jump, shoulders up near your ears.

“Don’t do that.” You pop off his cock to scold him, the wet of your mouth engulfing him a moment later, head bobbing as you take him to the hilt.

“Sorry,” he nearly whines, lips parting when you mouth along his dick, licking the seam of his sac when you reach the base.

Your hand works his cock while you suck on his heavy balls, leaving your red kisses all over him, he’ll watch them run down the drain when he showers. He feels your teeth graze his sensitive skin and the knot in his lower belly snaps, seed spurting from his leaky tip and landing on your cute red blouse in white ribbons. You kind of look like a red velvet cake.

“Oh fuck, Leon!” You knock your head on the desk when you get up, rubbing the forming bump with a groan as you dab at the stain on your shirt with a tissue.

“I’m sorry, you surprised me!” He makes no move to help ‘cause when he does try you only seem to get more agitated at him.

“Fuck, just—How am I supposed to go home like this?” The stain is pretty much cemented, that shit is potent, goddamn.

“You can take my jacket,” Leon offers, ever the gentleman.

“Right, and let everyone find out?” You raise a brow at him.

“Thought that’s what you wanted anyway,” he huffs.

“I do, but not like this,” you groan, missing the trashcan when you toss the clump of wet tissues, “I want to be caught doing something romantic, or just glamorous, not with your fucking dick in my mouth.”

“Oh, baby,” Leon coos, “but you’ve always got my dick in your mouth.”

“Shut up, Leon, oh—Whatever, just, I’m leaving, okay? Don’t call me tonight.” You grab your handbag from his desk, heels click-clacking as you exit, a very proud and noticeable stain on your right tit. He likes that one better.

Leon doesn’t call you, he finds himself away on foreign business, swept up by presidential duties for once and too busy to answer any calls that aren’t to do with work. He’s in Paris overseeing whatever Hunmigan told him to oversee when the news breaks. He never sees your voicemails until they come to him in the form of transcripts.

Leon, oh god, I’m sorry—I’m sorry for being a bitch last week, but can you please call me back? It’s important.

Leon? I’m sorry, can you call me back? It’s really important, I’m—I’m not fucking around, I promise. It’s just that, oh god, Leon, I really messed up, I can’t believe… I don’t want you to hate me for this, I know you’re mad at me, but please can you answer? They didn’t let me in today, they said you were away and—I told them who I was, that I worked there, I gave them Helena’s name and they still, Leon they didn’t let me in. I thought they knew about us.

Leon, I can’t—I need you to answer me, I feel like I’m talking into thin air, can you please just call me back, please, Leon? It’s urgent. I fucked up, I just need you to answer me so we can fix this, I fucked up so bad and I’m sorry, Leon—I was, I was stupid, but I can fix it if you just answer me. I love you a lot, Leon, please answer me.

I didn’t mean to call her, Leon, I didn’t—I mean, she’s my friend, I tell her everything and I wasn’t thinking. I was just upset, I just wanted to talk to someone about it, I didn’t know she would—I didn’t know she would do that to me. I didn’t fucking know, I just wanted to talk to somebody, I just—Please, don’t be mad at me, Leon.

I was frustrated, I told her about the shirt, why I got mad at you—I didn’t think anything of it, I tell her everything so I didn’t think it would be—I mean, she was acting weird, I was gonna take the shirt to be dry-cleaned after you fucked it up, but she told me I looked fat in it and that’s so—Leon, that’s so weird of her to say, Claire would never say that to me and I was fucking thinking at the time, that’s so weird, she would never say anything like that to me—Shit, and she even said it weird, y’know? Like it hurt her to say it, and I fucking just left it in the back of my closet, I don’t know why, she just got in my head about it ‘cause she’d never say anything like that and I was so confused. Oh fuck. God. I really love you, Leon, like, a lot. Call me back, it’s urgent, please don’t do this to me.

The press conference is held two weeks later, and surprisingly, you don’t show your face or make a fuss. He thought you’d cause a riot, that you’d sell that blouse for millions, get it DNA tested, ruin his life in a few seconds. It might be shame or heartbreak, Leon doesn’t know.

He wipes his sweaty hands on his slacks. From beside him, Hunnigan gives him a slight nudge. “You call her a woman, not a girl, is that clear?”

“Crystal.”

“I did not have sexual relations with that woman,” he says, posed up in front of an American flag like a pinup girl, “I want you all to listen to me, I’m gonna say this again, I did not have sexual relations with that woman.” He’s distinctly handsome on your flatscreen TV.

This man is full of nothing but his own prick.

How could you be so stupid? You should’ve kept it strictly business, but of course, you wanted more, you always want more.

While you suppress the urge to cry, your mom places a hand on your shoulder. “No use crying over spilt milk, honey,” she hums, going back to her fashion magazine a moment later.

But it is, he ruined that blouse, and you love that blouse. Not to mention you’re a laughing stock. You’re not the First Lady, you’re just some crazy bitch who lied about fucking the President.

It’s not fair, he gets to come away with everything intact, you’re the one who loses everything. Your internship, Claire, respect, everything. It’s all coming undone. All that dick you sucked landed you nowhere, and he—He just gets off scot-free.

You need to take him down.

Leon was smart enough to leave no evidence, he rarely messaged, he only called and call logs alone are never enough to prove anything. You’ve got all those gifts, but that means nothing to anyone, you can’t prove who got them.

Oh.

What got you in this mess in the first place is bound to get you out of it.

You ask Daddy to get you a good lawyer and you open up your case against Leon Scott Kennedy. DNA testing is on your side, the results tell the nation that it is in fact his American seed on your blouse and that their President is a sex fiend who likes to break young girls with bright dreams and promising futures.

Which, of course, isn’t true, you knew what you were getting into, but you’d happily lie to get the last word. To wipe the smile off his smug fucking face. You still want to fuck him, you still like him a lot. He sticks to you in an unpleasant way, like his cum.

“He’s on TV again,” your sister lets you know, and you lift your head from a court document to watch your ex-boyfriend fumble his way through a thorough grilling.

Leon dodges questions well, but you can tell he’s getting nervous. His fingers twitch and his blinking becomes more rapid. “Uh, what qualifies as sexual relations?” He tries to throw them off with his stupidly hot smile, his dimples and white teeth and pretty eyes when he knows damn well that being balls deep in your pussy is a sexual fucking relation.

“She wanted me,” he says finally, and Hunnigan closes her eyes like she knows it’s over, running her hand over her face as Leon undoes a lifetime of her work, “she wanted me, who was I to say no—As an American man, it’s my duty to listen to our women.”

Oh, he’s so fucking screwed. Why did you fuck such an idiot? You should’ve gone for an actor instead.

Your cheeks hurt from smiling so hard.

President Leon S. Kennedy

July 19, 2024.

KENNEDY:

Ladies and gentlemen, fellow Americans, good evening.

Today, I’m standing here to take complete responsibility for all my actions, public and private. I’m here to admit to a personal failing, an indiscretion, that has hurt my family, colleagues, and the American people.

It is with great regret that I admit to having an extramarital affair with [REDACTED]. This was a serious lapse in my judgement and a personal failure, one that has brought endless pain to those around me, it was never my intention to disappoint the ones I hold so dear.

As I told the grand jury today, at no time did I ask for evidence to be destroyed or hidden, at no time did I ask anyone to lie for my wrongdoings. This is not a moment for excuses or justification, my actions were wrong, plain and simple. I misled both the nation and my wife with my previous statements, I understand that it gave a false impression to those around me, and to those who trust me. I deeply regret that.

My actions have caused the nation pain and needless embarrassment, and for that, I am truly sorry.

I had concerns for my family and protecting their privacy, the independent counsel investigation moved onto staff, family members, friends of mine and it has gone on for too long.

Our country has been distracted by this matter for too long, and I committed to taking full responsibility for this transgression. Once again, I apologise and aim to reclaim my private life for my wife, friends and colleagues. It’s nobody’s business but ours.

I humbly ask for your understanding and patience as I strive to earn back the trust of my fellow people, of our God, and of those around me.

Our nation faces significant challenges that require my full dedication, I ask for us to turn away from this spectacle, to move forward to come together and focus on the tasks ahead, to remain united in our efforts to build a better tomorrow.

Thank you for watching. God bless America. And good night.

[badasgirlfriend]

Behind Closed Doors | Bada Lee Short Imagine

pairings: bada lee x f!idol reader

genre: secret/private relationship, fluff

a/n: sorry this is a short one also can u tell that i suck at titles

"Breaking news! Y/N, one of South Korea's most desired soloist, has finally been linked to someone romantically! After keeping her personal life hidden for years, the celebrity has been spotted with a mysterious man on multiple occasions.

The two have been sighted entering Y/N's apartment on multiple occasions by insiders. Who could the lucky man be that has finally captured Nation's Girlfriend's heart?"

Y/N and Bada laughed together while reading the article, finding it hilarious.

"Mysterious man? Pffft," Y/N snorted. Whoever saw Bada must have assumed her to be a man based on the hoodie and cap she's always wearing.

She was thankful that Dispatch - and other such news outlets - wouldn't be constantly harassing and bothering them. The media is a ruthless beast, and Y/N was just thankful she and Bada didn't need to deal with it as a couple.

"If only they knew," Bada chuckled softly, wrapping her arms around Y/N's waist. She gently placed her chin on Y/N's shoulder as her girlfriend's fingers danced through her hair.

Their love story began back when Y/N first stepped into the K-pop industry as a newbie from a small company, in need of a choreographer.

Bada was already a skilled choreographer looking for groups to create dances for, but she was hesitant at first to take up the job offer since Y/N was from an unknown company.

Still, something inside told her to give it a chance

Bada was relieved she hadn't turned that job offer down, for who knows how much she'd have missed out on if she had. A year later, Bada and Y/N decided to take their relationship a step further after realizing there was something more between them. For the time being, their romance remained a secret - hidden from the eyes of public scrutiny and the media.

Their story was one of overcoming odds and triumphing against all challenges. From two aspiring young girls who first met and supported each other on their way to stardom.

Bada and Y/N became the embodiment of success in the K-pop world, with Bada as a choreographer and Y/N as a soloist.

They were each others' "rocks" as they supported one another and rose together to fame and success. Their success would not be possible without each other, and it felt surreal to think that just a year ago, they were just some unknown faces trying to break out in the industry.

Y/N pecked Bada's face with affection, her love for her girlfriend flowing freely. A blush rose on Bada's face as she felt each peck, a smile forming as she took her girlfriend's hands in hers and pulled her in for a deeper kiss.

The two girls' lips met passionately in an act of love. Their tongues twisted and danced together with each other, the sweet taste of love on their mouths. They felt each other's body heat, their hearts beating in sync on their skin as their bodies drew together, their movements slow and sensual.

After a while, they broke the kiss, looking at each other and smiling. "I love you so much," Bada said,

"I love you too," Y/N replied.

[thelilylav]

Y'know what? Fuck it (gives u guys a list of poc artists to listen to cause the white ppl on the music side of tumblr have been embarassing me)

List is under the cut, and warning bc I made it very long

Rock:

Los Abuelos De La Nada

Gesu No Kiwami Otobe

Chuck Berry

Ben E. King

Los Prisoneros

Ahmed Fakroun (ok this one's french art rock but in my book it still counts)

Burnout Syndromes (been fucking w them since I got into Haikyuu lmao)

Infinity Song (their hater song genuinely gets me every time LMAO)

People in the Box

N.E.R.D (my god if u don't know them.. idk dude my brother has been obsessed w them for forever so i just was not getting away regardless lol)

Punk/Punk Rock (& other punk subgenres):

Nova Twins (u must listen to them it's just the way it's gotta be guys)

Rina Sawayama (her hatred of Matty Healy is so attractive. i cannot believe i found her two years ago cause i still remember i would not shut up when i first heard her music it was so good)

BABYMETAL (the way their band name just straight up screams at people gets me every time lmaooo)

Indie:

The Younger Lovers

Mashrou Leila

Stella Jang

Shak SYrn (Jenni is on repeat in my room at any given moment)

Steve Lacy (if u listen to more than just Bad Habit u will find an actuall amazing discography)

Jenny Nuo (i have been OBSESSED w her music since like 2021 ish and it is a crime she hasn't blown up more imo)

Nujabes

Hemlocke Springs (oooo i hate that she does not get more love!!! synth pop and alt indie is such a fun niche like!!!)

Lyn Lapid (in my head she's huge but i have recently learned that artists i think r super popular may be unknown to an entire genre of ppl soo)

Megagonefree (found them on ig and omg!! PLS go check them out genuinely)

boa (i am once again shaming u if u don't know them)

Wallice

JAZZ (in all caps bc I fucking LOVE jazz no it's not dead go listen to jazz rn motherfuckers):

Idris Muhammad

Esperanza Spalding

Joanna Wang (ok she does pop and folk music too but idk she felt most appropriate here)

SAMARA JOY (put. some. respect. on. her. name. i would actually go to war for her i am not kidding. also this is in all caps bc MY MOM GOT TO SEE HER LIVE??? AND SHE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WHO SHE WAS PLS I WAS SO MAD OMGGG but i've been promised tickets next time so we're good)

Sade (my og one and only)

Funk:

Fadoul

George Clinton (i mean he's just a classic yknow)

Parliament (Give Up the Funk can make me dance like no other i swear)

Stevie Wonder (i mean.. like if we're on the topic of classics anyway then...)

Michael Jackson/The Jackson 5 (moreso his earlier stuff if my memory isn't lying to me.. look it's been a second since i listened to mj IM SORRY i am a busy person ok TT)

R&B:

Valerie June

Maxine Nightingale (if u don't listen to her... how do u have fun? actual question i put her on every time i need to feel happy atp)

Boney. M (technically they're reggae but they also count as R&B so idk.. i'm just putting them here if anyone wants me to move them later i will)

Amahla (Ca Suffit was so good and got me to check out the rest of her music, YOU SHOULD TOO!!)

Mary J Blige (not to judge but like... if u don't know THE queen then idk how to help you tbh)

SZA (wouldn't be a list without her in it tbh. i'm in love w her not even joking abt that)

Kali Uchis (to this day i cannot believe i saw her live i'm truly never getting a better moment than that omggg i have such a big crush on her anyway)

Aupinard (if ever u need to just vibe, this is the man u go to.)

Wejdene (TU PARLES AVEC UNE ANISSA MA MOI J'APPELLE WEJDENE- she's been my day 1 since i was like thirteen i can't even lie)

Annisse (just found out she only has like ~500 listeners on spotify??? apparently i'm one of them tho lmao so yeah go get that number up guys i love her too much for this disrespect)

Sister Sledge

Cheryl Lynn

Reggae:

Daddy Yankee (he's an honourable mention cause i couldn't not lmao)

Skindred (they're a reggae/metal fusion band and i will shut up abt them when i'm dead bc Nobody rewired my brain chemistry!!)

Manu Chao

Toquinho (i was so convinced this man was bossa nova but apparently he is reggae and i need to do some music theory review)

Folk:

Sushi Soucy (oh the things I Deserve to Bleed had me going thru in 2020/2021)

Miriam Makeba (Pata Pata should be enough to get anyone listening to her, just saying)

Lead Belly (do urself a favour and do some research on this man, i'm not kidding even if u don't like folk music u should know abt him- ESPECIALLY if u like Nirvana that'll make sense later trust)

Pop:

Corinne Bailey Rae (she has so much good music that gets ignored bc of Put Your Records On so.. yeah go listen to Black Rainbows she's only gotten better as time goes on lol)

Dru (he is for any person who likes ke$ha. i'm so serious he is early 2000s in a bottle and i love his music ur rlly missing out if u ignore him)

Monique Hasbun (found her recently! she's a Palestinian, Mexican and Salvadorian artist who plays around with Latin pop and does a lot of fusion music. she's dope go listen to her fr)

Mohammad Assaf (he made the Palestine song that's been going around ig a lot, but his other stuff is great as well. he's another Palestinian artist, so once again, go check him out!!)

Pinkpanthress (i LOVE her she's so much fun to just vibe to and idk how anyone couldn't have heard of her atp but then again this is the sight that didn't know who drake was so... sigh. go listen to her if u don't already!!)

Aliyah's Interlude (BROOO if u haven't heard of her actually go listen rn i'm so serious she is so good i can'ttttt ok bye)

Veondre (had a collab w Aliyah on It Girl and is gonna be releasing her own music very soon! she's trans too so go give her some love)

Shalco (wasn't sure whether to put him here or in hip hop, but his stuff is very very good either way)

Ado (she's j-pop but it's a form of pop so into the pop category she goes)

Moon (she's got two songs out rn, Moonlight and Seoul City Drift, and both r going on loop in my head at all times)

Jay Chou (call me a basic bitch idc he's good ok)

Atarashii Gakko! (i wouldn't say they're j-pop, but google did, so i'm just going w it lol)

flowerovlove (just trust me on this one)

El Tio Gamboin (Los Gatitos is such a cute song)

Grace Chang (see note for Jay Chou)

King Gnu (for all my j-pop lovers... come get ur man)

Salsa:

Lalo Rodriguez (included this genre specifically so i could mention him)

Adalberto Santiago

Roberto Roena (he's a classic i can't lie)

Hector Lavoe (i think he might be the most popular one in this genre lol)

City Pop (this is its own genre bc i literally did a presentation in high school abt it and i'll be damned if i don't flex my knowledge now):

Mariya Takeuchi

Miki Matsubara (my QUEEN my everything my-)

Anri

Taeko Onuki (one of my most listened to artists last yr for a Reason)

Kaoru Akimoto

Kingo Hamada

Jun Togawa

Bossa Nova:

Joao Gilberto (ooo he gets me every time i fucking love this man)

Elizeth Cardoso

Johnny Alf (forgot this man the first time around my bad BUT he's called the father of bossa nova for a reason so)

Hip Hop:

Flyana Boss (they're sooooo good i actually can't gush enough i have never felt so girlypop listening to music before go listen to them!! found the duo through ig so yeah if u want go follow them on there too to show support)

Lil Uzi Vert (for any emo lovers, go check out his song Werewolf with Bring Me the Horizon it is SO GOOD)

Samyra (she's slowly curing my body dysmorphia lol)

Yame (there's an accent on the e but idk how to do that on tumblr. anyway my ass loves french rap and before him i was stuck with klub des loosers so he saved my faith in the genre i can't even lie)

Lay Bankz (u cannot be chronically online and not have heard Ick yet, but i'm repping her regardless bc SHE'S SO GOOD)

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie (HEAR ME OUT-)

Kaliii (Area Codes was one of my most listened to songs last year... as it should be tbh)

Miguel (he does R&B too i just first listened to him bc of his collab w J.Cole sooo)

Tyler the Creator (putting him on here just to brag abt getting to see him in concert lmao)

XXXTentacion (he has been mourned and talked abt an insane amount, but he deserves it i'm not even gonna joke on this one. his artistry is insane and he deserves some love if u haven't listened to him yet)

Kendrick Lamar (i mean i've been reblogging stuff abt him enough. Mr. Morale was actually the album that made me start Listening listening to him and i'm honestly glad it was bc that album is still my favourite to this day if i'm being totally honest)

Renaissauce (criminally and i do mean CRIMINALLY underrated)

[landovilla]

read your mind.

༉‧₊˚ reader gets a certain reply to her story.

pairing: charles leclerc x poc!reader

fc: aeri from aespa!!

trope:situation opps!

warnings: suggested smut but no smut happens. semi-love bombing?? toxic umm.. time skips a lot.

content: reader kind of falls too fast. charles being a dickhead idk. lando 😂😂 shh.. texts & insta post (just once). maybe bad gammer sorryyy. low caps !!!!!!

words: 1.3k ??

🎐 speaking!: hi this is my first post im kind of nervous... mo encourage me to start posting on tumblr!! also might make a part two if it gets attention 🤗 hope you enjoy!!

she wasn't a fan of him, she never was at first. It was just an accident that he followed her nothing else. But it wasn't accident that he replied to her story right?

charles_leclerc replied to your story!

ynusername's story

charles_leclerc

😍😍

ynusername

erm.. I think you replied on accident!

charles_leclerc

that was no accident sweetheart

ynusername

oh

charles_leclerc

you're very pretty

ynusername

tell me something I don't hear🤣 be original racer boy

charles_leclerc

haha racer boy?

ynusername

isn't that what you are lolol

charles_leclerc

I mean yeah?

ynusername

ok 👍

she didn't reply after that. she didn't felt the need to. yes, a famous man that hundreds of girls drooled over would kill to be in her position! but yn had heard questionable actions the man had gotten into. she thought he would get the damn hint by now but he didn't.

charles_leclerc

ouch delivered for 1 week :(?

ynusername

I'm a busy girl..

charles_leclerc

not even time for me?

ynusername

no who are you?

are you mark lee didn't think so

charles_leclerc

just wanna know the pretty girl

ynusername

you literally don't even know who I am

NO. How did you find my instagram?

charles_leclerc

lily follows u

ynusername

um ok but ??

charles_leclerc

she posted ur post once on her story and i just had to take my shot

ynusername

erm congrats! 🎊🍾

charles_leclerc

are you always a cold bitch

ynusername

and do u think every girl can just fall for you!! oh I'm so sorry !

charles_leclerc

I must admit ur funny

ynusername

I know I am☺️

yn wasn't going to keep texting him that's what she said. she was wrong, she found herself clicking the Instagram app opening his messages. she found herself texting him everyday, as the time passed soon or later they exchanged numbers. the more they talked, the more she found out about him.

she knew he was three years older but it was fine! he didn't seem to have bad intentions. she loved the way he would give her pet names or responding quickly. yn just felt like she could fall in love again after her ex situation.

the two soon or later began calling after two months of charles begging, she finally gave in. "so.. are you gonna say something or just be staring at the screen?" yn spoke softly looking into her camera. his grin widened, "you have a hot voice too-" she stared at her screen for awhile before replying, "ok I'm hanging up now-"

charles!!

hii pretty girl

yn 🤍

helloooo char:)

charles!!

cant wait to see you after all of these months

yn🤍

it's literally been what?

5 months talking 😃

charles!!

and? I promised you that confession in person didn't I?

yn🤍

shut ur mouth

charles!!

only if it's ur lips

he was the sweetest once they met, he wrapped an arm around her waist instantly. charles pecked her cheek and looked at her with a wide smile.

"hey"

she smiled back,

"hey"

they were happy for awhile, why wouldn't they? charles would take her on the most expensive dates yet. he would have her by his side no matter what the occasion. when it was race day, she was there even when he lost terribly. she would always be there for him.

but they weren't official, she never thought he would take this long to ask her to his official girlfriend. when she confronted about it to him, he always said the same thing.

"I do want you to be my girlfriend. It's just I want to plan it out perfectly just for you, my girl"

she should've never believed him. she should've started getting suspicious when he suddenly stopped asking her to go to his races occasionally. but she didn't question it, just brushing it off thinking he was just busy that's all.

yn

hi!!

charles!!

hey pretty, how are you?

yn

good gooddd

you've been lagging on me tbh😞

charles!!

Ik ik

it's just been busy lately

yk training and stuff

yn

yeah I know

I just miss talking to you

charles!!

you'll have me to yourself soon

:)

yn

right ☺️

yn just thought he was busy that's all. he's a celebrity and celebrities are always busy, right? it wasn't until a week later where he finally invited her to a dinner celebration with other f1 drivers. his hand resting on her lower back the majority of the time as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear.

"you should've not worn this dress. you look out of this world" he whispered in her ear before placing a peck on her cheek. she felt herself start forming a smile at his compliment. no matter how hard she tried not give him an reaction she always failed. the sweetness from him quickly ended when he left her alone in the table going to chat along with the other boys.

she was incredibly bored, one of her fingers tapping the table. she didn't know anyone in the celebration. the girlfriends of the other drivers were in their own world not even paying attention to her. yn was safe to say she felt excluded by everyone here. she would've been talking to lily but lily seemed to skip this dinner party this time.

20 minutes ended up passing by, she felt incredibly small at this point. she flinched slightly feeling someone tap her shoulder. her gaze shifted to the person next to her. he was smiling at her widely. "hey! did charles dumbass leave you here alone?" yn chuckled slightly. "I guess he got too caught up with the others" he hummed with her response.

"I'm lando" she hummed giving him a soft smile, "lando? alright im yn" he grinned this time showing off his pearly whites. "yn, what a pretty name for a pretty girl" she laughed shaking her head.

she placed her chin on her hand taking in his appearance, "I would compliment you back but I don't think I can" he leaned closer to her. "oh really? why? is charles your boyfriend now?" she was going to say yes but he wasn't her boyfriend. "well not yet. though I only have eyes on him" lando tilted his head and leaned back onto his chair. "if I was him I would've made you my girlfriend already by the third month" his words made her heart sting.

the ride back to the hotel was silent. when the two had step inside charles closed the door behind them leaning against the door. "didn't know you were all smiles with lando" yn sat on the edge of the bed looking at him. "what? he was just keeping me company" she frowned, why was he acting like this?

"stay away from him pretty, he just wants to steal you from me" he spoke softly as he walked in front of her. "you can do that for me right?" his hand brushed her strand of hairs away from her eyes. she was a weak women, "yeah I can" charles smiled satisfied he grip her chin up placing a kiss on her lips. he slowly pushed her down onto the bed. "so good to me, yeah?" he heavily breathed.

"god, let's get you out of this dress"

yn felt stupid for waiting his notifications. she wonder what went wrong was it because she responded too quickly? she didn't know but she was tired. she was tired of his excuses for not asking her out officially. she was tired of him responding so late to her lately.

yn

what position you got her in😂😐

charles.

what..?

yn

oh now u reply lol

charles

yn, you know im busy.

yn

and im sick of you being so-called busy everyday.

charles

you know that's what I mean though. It's not my fault I have training and stuff.

yn

you know what charles, im tired of whatever we have going on. I don't wanna be just a stupid situation. Why won't you make me your girlfriend yet? it's been over 7 months of us talking, going on dates, literally fucking?? what else do you want from me?

charles

im sorry yn. it's just im scared my fans will hurt you they aren't used to me dating girls with black hair and yk?

yn

what the fuck.

im starting to think you don't actually like me

charles

I do I swear

yn

no you don't. you would've accepted me. sorry im not a blonde girl with blue eyes. have fun with your new bitch i can tell you've been texting someone new.

charles

wait yn please just listen to me

read

he spammed her for almost a week but that quickly ended. she was heartbroken, who wouldn't be though? she hated the fact that he just was experimenting around with her. that same week he was spotted with a girl with blonde hair. it broke her, so she did what any girl would do after a situation.

she instantly went insane, crying to sad songs on blast. she clearly looked like a mess, it didn't help that after that her fall semester started. people stared at her like she was crazy. her hair was always in a messy hairstyle she didn't even bother wearing makeup or dressing up.

"you seriously need to get over him" her best friend said through the phone screen. yn looked at her with a frown, "i seriously cannot" the friend sighed shaking her head softly. "that's because you keep making it worse. I say dye your hair blonde and post just to show him you'll look good in any hair color" yn raised her eyebrows as she fixed the camera on the call.

"isn't that just making me seem desperate though?"

"well, if he texts you just ignore him. hey who knows maybe another driver will text you" she winked teasing.

"I don't think so... charles didn't let me talk to any of them" she sighed flopping down on her bed again.

"and? he isn't here now is he?"

ynusername posted!

ynusername 🪩🍾

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charles_leclerc

hey, I missed you, pretty girl.

landonorris

hey😁

🎐: wowahhhh that was crazy 🤣😂(no it wasn't) I hope you enjoyed this short oneshot!! lmk if you want a part two fr😊

[ykiwrite]

fiasco

description: after an accident on set, it was upon you to take care of your girlfriend for the time being

words: ~+800

*requested

This Saturday traffic did not benefit you when it was needed the most. Afternoons sun piercing through your windshield worsen it. Not to dwell on the lengthy line of cars ahead of you.

It wouldn't be fair to blame anyone. Most of the people behind the wheel were waiting to come home after work but not you. Quite the opposite.

You were rushing from home and currently stuck at the last turn that allows you to reach fellow actresses set.

After getting a call from unknown number that there was an incident, all sorts of thoughts rushed through. Props to the caller for being so considerate with describing what happened (he wasn't), it raised your panic.

Stepping on your pedal, you rushed to the building you're well accustomed to visiting.

Few familiar faces let you pass in no time. Dashing down the labyrinths of the set, you were told to find the 'Scream' room written somewhere. Jenna might bring you on sets but this was first time for the Scream one.

Having general and rough layout of this place in your memory, as far as memory serves there were few more corners around to pass.

Spotting a crowd blocking one specific doorway, you thought this must be it.

With no time to scatter, you came up to the person with visible caps lock "crew" letters printed on.

"Sorry, is this Scream set?" Which provided you with the gentleman's answer, "Yeah, and you are?"

"My girlfriends on the set, got a call there was some accident." As you pushed through with no remorse, the man was calling for you to slow it down from behind.

Ignoring him completely, you searched around the room jammed with presumed staff and equipment. Strolling across where you spotted the medics, you felt your uneasiness getting prominent.

"Is Ortega here? Is she-" your eyes caught her sitting on the chair with her leg wrapped in a cast. A silent wave of relief went through you.

The more you stood there, the more you realized the atmosphere wasn't blue at all. The only person in worries was the director holding a tense, loud conversation over the phone. Likely about who to recast instead.

Jenna seemed unbothered. So far.

Your name being yelled unfroze you from the spot. Her arms already extended and a surprised look on her face called you over.

Drowning in her hug, you assumed it was painfully obvious to everyone around how emotional it was. All the troubles left forgotten.

"How did you even know? I was about to call you to tell you." She said as you kneeled to her level.

"Jenna, for the love of god, i thought you died on the set how dramatic the call was. I was speeding down to the set." You admitted, slightly out of breath. Finding the difference between her relaxed self and your panicked one amusing to the point it made you pissed.

"Really? I have no idea who called, probably someone from the cast in a hurry? I'm sorry, did you panic that bad?" She said laughing through the whole sentence.

"Let's just get you home. Don't expect any special treatment since i see you're doing amazing."

Jenna had to rely on crutches for the time being. And you, partially.

Being a quiet night, no chores left unfinished and most importantly your girlfriend being taken care of. For a week straight, you counted, it's a deserved rest.

She insisted on staying in and far from human contact 'till she gets better. You, on the other hand, tried to get her moving but it was effortless.

"Do you have any idea how nice it is to be locked up in our apartment, with your best, most beautiful girlfriend ever?" Your lover poured out while stretching on the couch. Lazily scrolling through movies with no worries in mind.

"Yeah, keep talking about yourself like that," as you decided on what snacks to bring to the couch.

" I wasn't though? I'm talking about youuuu. Come here already."

"What're we watching?" You asked throwing the bags on the couch. Catching a sight of her unkept hair, shirt too big, eyebags from the last night's movie marathon, you let your eyes linger on her. Sure, make up is nice, fancy outfits pretty but this is ahead of it.

"Sounds good?" She asked, proudly catching you staring.

"Sure." Not sure of what you agreed to, you continued, "When's the last time you posted anything since the injury?"

She reflected, "I don't know, a long time?"

"Your team texted me to convince you to post something. Give an update at least. You got fans outside this four walls, you know?" You tried to reason with her while unlocking your own phone.

Holding up her hands to rub her face in irritated manner, she replied "I know, i just hoped to get some rest."

With your camera prepared, you said softly, "Hey Jenna." Knowing that will make her turn around, you kept going.

"I love you."

The second she smiled and looked over like it was her last time she will see you, you took the photo as planned.

"Here, give them an update, c'mon. They are surviving on crumbs." You chimed, plopping down to her side. Notification going off letting her know the photo is sent made her whine.

"Anything for you."

notes: god i wish

[theroseiswithoutawherefor]

LONDON VIP MEETINGS REPO

Sorry i know I should have done it earlier but it's my first time in London, I'm rly overwhelmed!

London is no doubt a brilliant city, I really thank them for giving me a motivation to visit it(god knows how much i hate long flight

There are so many pics and videos of the shows, so I will only focus on the VIP meetings.

To be honest, the meetings were much simpler than I thought. I actually ecpected it to be at least a few minute long with some perhaps basic conversations with each member, but no, it was super quick, just taking over the signed postcards and maybe just a word or so to one of them? the whole process was no more than 1minute i feel.

I was like super nervous on Day1. I prepared some small gifts for both Kyo and Kaoru(let's see if they will post it later on lol) my friends told me there would be staff standing nearby and i could give the gifts to her.  But I rly had no idea how eactly... and the merchants! Will I have time to buy merchants?  Or where should I stand?  Anyway,  it was a mess.  After several hours waiting,  I was exhausted  and so, so, so anxious.

Vips were allowed to enter at 6pm,  I saw the booth of merchants first(right after the entrance) but the queue moved fast, so I didn't have anytime to buy or even think.  All of a sudden,  I was already at the end of the hallway and saw the blonde hair of Die and Shinya.

Shinya was even more nervous than me,  he dropped the cards first,  fumbled around and clumsily picked them and handed it to me lol

Die was pretty chill,  I didn't rly look at them but just bowed,  and then,  Kyo. 

Kyo was at my height,  so it was quite easy to watch him.  For both days,  I felt something strange was growing when i looked at him but I couldn't figure out why and what,  I just stared at him for a few seconds and moved to kaoru.

Kaoru was the only one without sunglasses both days,  so you could see his eyes clearly.  He wore a baseball cap and dark blue jacket,   looked so strange and familiar at the same time. Instantly i realized that he posted this outfit before on TheTheDay, perhaps that's why it was not new to me at all. 

I quickly took over the card but didn't rly leave,  my brain went blank a little.  The courage was out of nowhere,  I bowed to him and kind yelled out(still,  not so loud) “薫さん大好き”

then I straightened up and looked at him in the eyes.  he was so close,  I could still see his eyes when I'm writing this. 

I bet I scared both him and Toshiya a little bit,  bc toshiya dropped the cards as well lol.  I was so panicked,  so I didnt look at toshiya,  just ran away with my shaky legs.

Omg it was so embarrassing, I decided to look smarter the other day.

Day2 was another day of long waiting and queueing outside. The morning was ok but the rest of the day was gloomy and rainy. The order was the same as Day1,  Shinya,  Die, Kyo,  Kaoru, Toshiya,  none of them wore makeup and four of them had sunglasses. 

I felt unreasonably calm when I saw them at the door this time,  so I  had more time to observe them closely this time.

Shinya was rly lovely,  he was skinny and delicate. He had his classic robotic nervous smile on his face and moved kinda cautiously like a little hamster (?).  Die looked basically the same,  and Kyo,  different from his day 1 wearing(which is the one he wore in Paris),   had a Burberry coat on Day2. After receiving the card from Kaoru,  I stayed there again. I felt probably they had already recognized me and were prepared for me to say something. 

TFOEの卒業はやっぱり寂しいですけど、おめでとうございます

I tried my best to control my voice and told him this,  which basically means i don't want the freedom of expression to end but wish him the best.

Kaoru must have been shy too,  bc when i looked at him,  he was working hard at forming a smile(as hard as I lol),  I'm not sure if he mumbled thank u or not.

Toshiya was the only one who looked or smiled at ease the whole time,  his sunglasses was translucent so I could  see his eyes,  he was so beautiful. 

Both days were so unforgettable for me.  The shows were also amazing,  especially Day 2. The sound problem was finally fixed and I rly love their looks that day.  It was literally the best Diru show I have experienced.

I'm a very realistic person and my pessimism always reminds me that I can't  be with them all the time. 

but just like what i wrote to kaoru in the letter, it's always so fulfilling to travel and meet your favorite band in different locations and forms.

so, thank you.

And I know today is Toshiya's birthday, happy birthday and see u guys soon.

(btw guess who's the lucky one getting kaoru's bottleeeeeeeeee)

[astronicht]

YOUR TK/NOLAN FIC, it's so cute! Poor Nolan, appendicitis right in front of this hot guy, does the suffering ever end :( good thing this Travis seems to have no intention of letting Nolan recover on his own

ahh thank u so much!! And yeah, the recovery is like: (CW for medical stuff)

Travis is explaining Nolan's horrible little belly tube to Nolan's mother in excruciating detail in the hallway. She keeps asking follow-up questions about wound-packing and how many times to fold the gauze. Nolan can smell that they're both drinking coffee. It makes him crave it, even though he hasn't had any in years.

His mother is transitioning to explaining about Nolan's history of abdominal wall hernias to Travis, who keeps going "Oh!" and "Hm?" with too much enthusiasm, when Travis shifts how he's standing and sees Nolan staring him down through the open hospital room door.

"Oh hey!" Travis says. "Sorry about your gastrointestinal wall, bud, it really can't catch a break."

Nolan's mom comes into the room holding her own to-go cup and Travis follows after her.

Nolan frowns at him, pointedly. Travis looks happy. He has also showered somewhere, possibly at one of the bougie RV campsites. He made sure to when he heard Nolan's mom was flying in for the surgery. Nolan did not say that he thought she maybe felt guilty, for all the times it was normal that he was in the hospital, so she didn't come.

To Nolan's mom Travis says, "Yeah, I know his discharge looks a little funky on the gauze, but it's fine, I promise! Totally great fluids."

"Hey," Nolan says to the ceiling, willing himself to pass out again or something.

"You're doing good," Travis said, patting Nolan's wrist, which burns. Nolan's mom watches this.

"Thank you for answering my questions, Travis," Nolan's mother says. "Whew. It must be nice to have a nurse in the family."

"Well," says Travis, taking his cap off to rub his hair and then putting it back on. "Not anymore, I guess. I liked learning all of it, though."

"Right. What was it you said you do now?"

Nolan freezes. He is lying still on a hospital bed so no one notices this.

Travis stands a little straighter, jaw set nervously. "I'm a carpenter, ma'am. I work for a company that offers treehouse design and build services."

Mom lights up. "Oh wow!" she says, "Like Treehouse Masters?"

Travis blinks rapidly, relaxing a touch, his charm getting room to slide back in. His hair is kind of sunbleached but his lashes are dark. His mouth is lopsided. He carried Nolan out of Otter Slide and he has been wearing the same t-shirt for three days. He seems a little shy around Nolan's mother.

"Yeah--yeah I work for Pete, actually?" Travis says, smiling hopefully.

Nolan's mom stops. "No way," she says. Over Travis's shoulder she makes wide-eyed, intent eye-contact with Nolan.

Nolan holds her gaze and does a little, barely-there nod. Her eyes narrow. So do his. They understand each other.

"Travis," she says. "Let me say--"

Nolan is saved by a nurse bustling in. "Hey Trav," he says. "Gen surg resident left her phone in a patient's room, have you seen it in here?"

"Oh, yeah let me look, hold on," Travis says. "I just gotta--"

Travis shuffles over to the bedside table and sets about fussing with something-- oh, he's taking the lid off his coffee. Travis hands it to Nolan, says, "Get it while it's hot."

Nolan avoids his mother's eyes and holds the cup under his chin and takes a big, deep breath. The coffee smell makes him feel alive, kind of, a little bit. He breathes it for a while, then leans back, tired.

"Good?" asks Travis, taking the cup back.

"S'okay," Nolan admits.

Travis nods seriously and sees his nurse friend looking, a surgeon's cell phone in hand. Nolan's mom found it.

"Oh he doesn't drink it, he just likes the smell," Travis explains. He sounds happy again. He sounds fucking delighted.

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Episode 36 - Script (Part 2 of 2)

Part 2 - Finn's confession omg take me pirate daddy

JOHNNY_FLIRTY: No hard feelings, yeah?

Hug him

PLAYER_HAPPY: No hard feelings.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Guess it is all just a game after all.

You stand and hug Johnny.

JOHNNY_HAPPY: Exactly!

You part and head back to the villa together.

Walk away

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: After all that? Are you serious?

PLAYER_ANGRY: I’m not hugging you, Johnny. We’re done here!

You get up and walk back to the villa. Johnny follows behind.

JOHNNY_HAPPY: Still got that fire!

Throw his water in his face

PLAYER_ANGRY: Are you kidding me?

PLAYER_ANGRY: After everything you’ve done in the villa? You want a hug?

JOHNNY_HAPPY: What? I thought it might help?

You spot his water bottle on the daybed and reach for it, twisting off the cap.

PLAYER_ANGRY: Well if you love the drama so much, how’s this?

You stand up and pour the whole thing over his head.

He shrieks, and looks down at his soaked clothes, then tries to act cool.

JOHNNY_HAPPY: Now, that’s what I’m talking about! I’d expect nothing less from you, {0}.

PLAYER_ANGRY: Whatever, Johnny.

You stride back to the villa. Johnny follows, trying to the wring the water from his clothes.

JOHNNY_HAPPY: With my wisdom you’re gonna win this, I know it!

You join the other Islanders, standing at the villa entrance.

With Nicolas and Meera’s bags packed, you prepare to say your goodbyes.

MEERA_SERIOUS: Having fun out there?

NICOLAS_FLIRTY: Sorry for the delay, me and {0} had some important business to attend to.

GABI_FLIRTY: You two having a little ‘private workout’? If you know what I mean.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: What are you on about?

GABI_HAPPY: Nicolas is practically dripping! Must have been pretty hot and heavy!

NICOLAS_IDLE: It’s not sweat, if that’s what you’re saying.

FINN_HAPPY: Wet T-shirt competition?

DANA_IDLE: Or tears?

PLAYER_ANGRY: He wishes.

NICOLAS_EMBARRASSED: Alright! Enough of this, can we get onto the goodbyes please? I have places to be.

MEERA_SERIOUS: Yeah, let’s get this over and done with.

MEERA_IDLE: Well, now that Nicolas and {0} are here I just wanted to say…

MEERA_HAPPY: Being in the villa twice now has taught me so much. I feel like a new me.

DANA_HAPPY: Meera 3.0?

MEERA_HAPPY: Exactly. And I want to thank you girls for being there for me.

MEERA_SERIOUS: And showing me that the boys didn’t know what they had.

Alfie shifts uncomfortably.

MEERA_HAPPY: And I have a whole new bunch of gals to hit the clubs with when I’m home.

KAT_HAPPY: OMG yesss! Now that the Queen of Basildon has found her King.

Kat places her hand on Finn’s chest.

KAT_HAPPY: You have to come down and see the sights!

KAT_HAPPY: The Essex boys won’t know what hit ‘em.

MEERA_HAPPY: Might have to take you up on that. Girls night in Basildon when you’re all home?

LULU_HAPPY: We wouldn’t miss it for the world! Right, girls?

Woo, girls night!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Try and stop me!

KAT_HAPPY: This is going to be iconic.

KAT_HAPPY: I’ll get us into the top clubs, they know me. I’m a bit of a celeb. Notorious you might say.

MEERA_HAPPY: I don’t doubt it, Kat.

Will swerve that

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Think I might give that a miss.

MEERA_SERIOUS: I’m sure we’ll survive without you.

KAT_HAPPY: You don’t know what you’re missing, babes.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Whatever you say, Kat.

Will check my schedule

PLAYER_IDLE: Not sure, I will have to check my schedule.

MEERA_SERIOUS: Too busy for us now are we?

KAT_HAPPY: You can never be too busy for Basildon!

KAT_HAPPY: And what happens in Baz Vegas stays in Baz Vegas! You have to come!

PLAYER_IDLE: Maybe.

MEERA_HAPPY: Well then! Until Basildon!

Meera goes to each Islander and gives them a tender hug.

Meera comes around to you.

MEERA_SAD: Thanks for finding it in you to forgive me, {0}.

MEERA_SAD: Best of luck in here.

Meera hugs you.

Then Meera turns to Alfie.

Alfie stands awkwardly, unsure what to do.

MEERA_SAD: Goodbye, Alfie. I hope you find whatever it is you’re looking for.

Meera gives Alfie a brief embrace.

ALFIE_SAD: You too, Meera.

ALFIE_HAPPY: Who knows, maybe I’ll pop up to Basildon too?

There is an awkward silence.

KAT_EMBARRASSED: Think it might be more of a girl’s thing, Alfie?

ALFIE_EMBARRASSED: Oh right yeah, sure.

NICOLAS_HAPPY: Awkwwwaaarrrd. Let’s not bring the mood down.

NICOLAS_HAPPY: I’ve also got a few things to say.

FINN_IDLE: Here we go.

NICOLAS_HAPPY: I just wanted to thank you all for playing along in my little game!

NICOLAS_HAPPY: If you guys hadn’t believed everything you heard.

NICOLAS_SERIOUS: This wouldn’t have been nearly as much fun.

NICOLAS_HAPPY: And most importantly thanks to you, {0}.

NICOLAS_HAPPY: For taking all that blame like a champ.

PLAYER_ANGRY: Shut up, Nicolas! That blame is all yours!

NICOLAS_SURPRISED: What?!

PLAYER_ANGRY: I'm so sick of your nonsense.

NICOLAS_HAPPY: You're right, I'm not completely innocent I suppose.

NICOLAS_SERIOUS: I’m the one who got us through couples compatibility after all.

PLAYER_ANGRY: Whatever, Nicolas!

PLAYER_ANGRY: Should’ve done more than throw water at you!

NICOLAS_HAPPY: You really all thought {0} was smart enough to turn you all on each other?

PLAYER_ANGRY: I'm smarter than you'll ever be!

NICOLAS_HAPPY: This was really too easy.

DANA_SURPRISED: You what?!

GABI_ANGRY: So you’ve been playing us all this whole time? Turning us against each other?

FINN_ANGRY: I told you we couldn’t trust him! Should have had {0}’s back from the start.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Yeah, you should have.

KAT_ANGRY: Why would you do that?

PLAYER_ANGRY: To make waves. He is a drama fiend.

PLAYER_ANGRY: He just wanted to turn heads and make a scene.

PLAYER_ANGRY: And you all fell for it.

FINN_ANGRY: Not all of us.

NICOLAS_HAPPY: Couldn’t let things get dull could I? Where’s the fun in that?

KAT_SAD: Never thought I would hear myself say this word but… sorry, {0}.

KAT_EMBARRASSED: We were… wrong.

DANA_HAPPY: I’m really glad you opened up to me about it, {0}.

DANA_HAPPY: Felt like I finally understood where you were coming from.

ALFIE_HAPPY: I’m really glad you opened up to me about it, {0}.

ALFIE_HAPPY: Felt like I finally understood where you were coming from.

LULU_SAD: I did call this!

GABI_SAD: Should’ve known Nicolas was a snake.

KAT_ANGRY: The king cobra of snakes.

NICOLAS_HAPPY: Thanks!

KAT_ANGRY: Not a compliment.

KAT_SAD: Can you forgive us, {0}?

You’re forgiven

PLAYER_HAPPY: You’re forgiven. I’m just glad you’ve seen the truth.

KAT_SAD: Thank you.

PLAYER_ANGRY: And now you can see Nicolas for who he really is.

KAT_ANGRY: Clear as day.

I don’t forgive that easy

PLAYER_ANGRY: One little sorry doesn’t make everything alright!

PLAYER_ANGRY: You need to prove it. With actions. Do better.

KAT_SAD: You’re right.

GABI_SAD: We will.

I’ll think about it

PLAYER_ANGRY: Maybe… we will see.

PLAYER_ANGRY: You guys were so quick to turn on me.

PLAYER_ANGRY: Not sure I can be so quick to forgive.

KAT_SAD: I understand.

GABI_SAD: We’ll all make it up to you.

KAT_ANGRY: Well I think you’ve outstayed your welcome, Nicolas.

KAT_ANGRY: Better get going, yeah?

NICOLAS_HAPPY: You’re not wrong, I’m sure there’s a crowd of loyal fans waiting for me back home.

NICOLAS_HAPPY: See ya round, gang. Shall we, Meera?

Nicolas offers his arm and Meera holds it.

MEERA_SAD: Goodbye, guys.

MEERA_SERIOUS: Oh and {0}... ‘good riddance’.

MEERA_SERIOUS: Isn’t that what you said to me last time I left?

I’m sorry

PLAYER_SAD: Look, I’m sorry.

PLAYER_SAD: I said it, but I was just upset.

MEERA_SAD: It’s fine. I forgive you.

I stand by it

PLAYER_HAPPY: Yup, and I meant it.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Good riddance, Meera. See you never.

MEERA_ANGRY: I guess nothing changes. See you never, {0}.

MEERA_ANGRY: Can’t say I’ll miss you much.

I never said that

PLAYER_HAPPY: Nah, I would have remembered saying something like that.

KAT_HAPPY: No, wait you did! I remember!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Don’t know what you are talking about.

MEERA_SERIOUS: Fine, {0}, have it your way.

Meera and Nicolas make their way out of the villa into the night. Meera struts her stuff, her head held high.

NICOLAS_HAPPY: Maybe we’ll just have to crack on during the flight!

MEERA_HAPPY: In your dreams!

The Islanders laugh, all except Alfie who remains silent.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Good luck finding a big hairy hunk out there, Meera!

Meera looks back at you in pure shock and bafflement at the fact that you know her big secret.

Then the villa door closes.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: You okay, Alfie?

ALFIE_SERIOUS: I’m fine.

Alfie walks away into the villa.

The Islanders look at each other in awkward silence.

You join the other Islanders, standing at the villa entrance.

With Johnny and Meera’s bags packed, you prepare to say your goodbyes.

MEERA_SERIOUS: Having fun out there?

JOHNNY_FLIRTY: Sorry for the delay… me and {0} had some important business to attend to.

GABI_FLIRTY: You two having a little ‘private workout’ out there? If you know what I mean.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: What are you on about?

GABI_HAPPY: Johnny is practically dripping! Must have been pretty hot and heavy!

JOHNNY_IDLE: It’s not sweat, if that’s what you’re saying.

FINN_HAPPY: Wet T-shirt competition?

DANA_IDLE: Or tears maybe?

PLAYER_ANGRY: He wishes.

JOHNNY_HAPPY: Yeah yeah, very funny. Now can we get on with this?

MEERA_IDLE: Yeah, let’s get this over and done with.

MEERA_IDLE: Well, now that Johnny and {0} are here, I just wanted to say…

MEERA_HAPPY: Being in the villa twice now has taught me so much.

MEERA_HAPPY: I feel like I am going home as a new me.

DANA_HAPPY: Meera 3.0?

MEERA_HAPPY: Exactly. And I want to thank you girls for being there for me.

MEERA_SERIOUS: And showing me that the boys didn’t know what they had.

Alfie shifts uncomfortably.

MEERA_HAPPY: And I have a whole new bunch of gals to hit the clubs with when I’m home.

KAT_HAPPY: OMG yesss! Now that the Queen of Basildon has found her King.

Kat places her hand on Finn’s chest.

KAT_HAPPY: You have to come down and see the sights! The Essex boys won’t know what hit ‘em.

MEERA_HAPPY: Might have to take you up on that.

MEERA_HAPPY: Girls night in Basildon when you’re all home?

LULU_HAPPY: We wouldn’t miss it for the world! Right, girls?

Woo, girls night!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Try and stop me!

KAT_HAPPY: This is going to be iconic.

KAT_HAPPY: I’ll get us into the top clubs, they know me. I’m a bit of a celeb. Notorious you might say.

MEERA_HAPPY: I don’t doubt it, Kat.

Will swerve that

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Think I might give that a miss.

MEERA_SERIOUS: I’m sure we’ll survive.

KAT_HAPPY: You don’t know what you’re missing, babes.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Whatever you say, Kat.

Will check my schedule

PLAYER_IDLE: Not sure, I will have to check my schedule.

MEERA_SERIOUS: Too busy for us now are we?

KAT_HAPPY: You can never be too busy for Basildon!

KAT_HAPPY: And what happens in Baz Vegas stays in Baz Vegas! You have to come!

PLAYER_IDLE: Maybe.

MEERA_HAPPY: Well then! Until Basildon!

Meera goes to each Islander and gives them a tender hug.

Meera comes around to you.

MEERA_SAD: Thanks for finding it in you to forgive me, {0}.

MEERA_SAD: Best of luck in here.

Meera hugs you.

Then Meera turns to Alfie.

Alfie stands awkwardly, unsure what to do.

MEERA_SAD: Goodbye, Alfie. I hope you find whatever it is you’re looking for.

Meera gives Alfie a brief embrace.

ALFIE_SAD: You too, Meera.

ALFIE_HAPPY: Who knows, maybe I’ll pop up to Basildon too?

There is an awkward silence.

KAT_EMBARRASSED: Think it might be more of a girls thing, Alfie?

ALFIE_EMBARRASSED: Oh right yeah, sure.

JOHNNY_HAPPY: Wow, that was kinda sad. Moving on! I have a few things to say.

FINN_ANGRY: Here we go.

JOHNNY_HAPPY: I just wanted to thank you all for playing along in my little game!

JOHNNY_HAPPY: If it wasn’t for you guys believing everything you hear.

JOHNNY_SERIOUS: Then this wouldn’t have been nearly as much fun.

JOHNNY_HAPPY: And most importantly thanks to you {0}.

JOHNNY_HAPPY: For taking all that blame like a champ.

PLAYER_ANGRY: Shut up, Johnny! That blame is all yours!

JOHNNY_SURPRISED: What?!

PLAYER_ANGRY: I'm so sick of your nonsense.

JOHNNY_HAPPY: You're right, I'm not completely innocent I suppose.

JOHNNY_HAPPY: I’m the one who got us through couples compatibility after all.

PLAYER_ANGRY: Whatever, Johnny!

PLAYER_ANGRY: Should’ve done more than just throw water on you!

JOHNNY_HAPPY: You really all thought {0} was smart enough to turn you all on each other?

PLAYER_ANGRY: I'm smarter than you'll ever be, Johnny!

PLAYER_ANGRY: Are you for real?

JOHNNY_HAPPY: This was really too easy.

DANA_SURPRISED: You what?!

GABI_ANGRY: So you’ve been playing us all this whole time? Turning us against each other?

FINN_ANGRY: I told you we couldn’t trust him! Should have had {0}’s back from the start.

KAT_ANGRY: Why would you do that, Johnny?

PLAYER_ANGRY: To ‘make waves’. He is a drama fiend.

PLAYER_ANGRY: He just wanted to turn heads and make a scene.

PLAYER_ANGRY: And you all fell for it.

FINN_ANGRY: Not all of us.

JOHNNY_HAPPY: Oh come on! It’s all just a bit of fun! You guys loved it!

KAT_SAD: Never thought I would hear myself say this word but... sorry, {0}.

KAT_EMBARRASSED: We were… wrong.

LULU_SAD: I knew something wasn’t right.

GABI_SAD: Should’ve seen he was a snake.

KAT_ANGRY: The king cobra of snakes.

JOHNNY_HAPPY: Thanks!

KAT_ANGRY: Not a compliment.

KAT_SAD: Can you forgive us, {0}?

You’re forgiven

PLAYER_HAPPY: You’re forgiven. I’m just glad you’ve seen the truth.

KAT_SAD: Thank you.

PLAYER_ANGRY: And now you can see Johnny for who he really is.

KAT_ANGRY: Clear as day.

I don’t forgive that easy

PLAYER_ANGRY: No! None of you believed me.

PLAYER_ANGRY: One little sorry doesn’t make everything alright!

PLAYER_ANGRY: You need to prove it. With actions. Do better.

KAT_SAD: You’re right.

GABI_SAD: We will.

I’ll think about it

PLAYER_ANGRY: Maybe, we will see.

PLAYER_ANGRY: You guys were so quick to turn on me.

PLAYER_ANGRY: Not sure I can be so quick to forgive.

DANA_SAD: I understand.

GABI_SAD: Everyone will make it up to you.

KAT_ANGRY: Well, I think you’ve outstayed your welcome, Johnny. Better get going, yeah?

JOHNNY_HAPPY: You’re not wrong.

JOHNNY_IDLE: I’m sure there’s a crowd of loyal fans waiting for me back home.

JOHNNY_HAPPY: So long everyone. Shall we, Meera?

Johnny offers his arm and Meera takes hold of it.

MEERA_SAD: Goodbye, guys.

MEERA_SERIOUS: Oh yeah and {0}... ‘good riddance’.

MEERA_SERIOUS: Isn’t that what you said to me last time I left?

I’m sorry

PLAYER_SAD: Look, I’m sorry.

PLAYER_SAD: I said it, but I was just upset.

MEERA_SAD: It’s fine. I forgive you.

I stand by it

PLAYER_HAPPY: Yup, and I meant it. Still do.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Good riddance, Meera. See you never.

MEERA_SAD: I guess nothing changes. See you never {0}.

MEERA_ANGRY: Can’t say I’ll miss you much.

I never said that

PLAYER_HAPPY: Nah, I would have remembered saying something like that.

KAT_HAPPY: No, wait you did! I remember!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Don’t know what you are talking about.

MEERA_SERIOUS: Fine {0}, have it your way.

Meera and Johnny make their way out of the villa into the night. Meera struts her stuff, head held high.

JOHNNY_HAPPY: Maybe me and Meera will just have to crack on then!

MEERA_HAPPY: In your dreams!

The Islanders laugh, all except Alfie who remains silent.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Good luck finding a big hairy hunk out there, Meera!

Meera looks back at you in pure shock and bafflement at the fact that you know her big secret.

Then the villa door closes.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: You okay, Alfie?

ALFIE_SERIOUS: I’m fine.

Alfie walks into the villa.

The Islanders look at each other in awkward silence.

You and the girls head to the dressing room to get ready for bed.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Feels so quiet now.

DANA_SAD: We’ve lost so many Islanders recently.

GABI_SAD: Hope Meera is okay.

LULU_HAPPY: You see the way she walked out?

DANA_HAPPY: You mean shaking her arse?

GABI_FLIRTY: How could I not?

DANA_FLIRTY: Oi.

LULU_FLIRTY: Yeah, I think she is gonna be just fine.

KAT_SAD: She will be missed. But life goes on.

Kat pops open the cap of Meera’s posh shampoo and takes a sniff.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You love your shampoo don’t you?

KAT_HAPPY: Hundred percent, babe.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: And what about, Nicolas?

DANA_EMBARRASSED: And what about, Johnny?

KAT_ANGRY: Couldn’t care less about him.

LULU_SAD: I just can’t believe he did that to you, {0}.

LULU_SAD: You don’t deserve to be treated like that.

DANA_ANGRY: Well, he got what he deserved, now he’s not our problem.

KAT_HAPPY: Yeah, won’t have to worry about that now that you’re single, {0}!

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I am, aren’t I?

KAT_SERIOUS: Too bad everyone’s taken. In happy couples I mean.

LULU_IDLE: Alfie isn’t. Me and Suresh aren’t exactly happy together either

GABI_FLIRTY: Guess you’ll have to get your graft on again, {0}.

KAT_SERIOUS: Yeah, but I wouldn't bother with Finn. I know exactly where his head’s at.

LULU_HAPPY: In the clouds?

KAT_FLIRTY: No, in my lap.

GABI_FLIRTY: Well, you’re gonna have to graft someone.

GABI_SAD: Otherwise you might be going home next.

KAT_SERIOUS: Yeah, just don’t go rocking the boat and we’ll all be friends.

LULU_HAPPY: So what are you going to wear now that you’re single?

LULU_HAPPY: You’ll probably want to turn some heads.

LULU_FLIRTY: Oh! What about this!

KAT_SURPRISED: Urm, what did I just say?

*TRYOUTFIT* Yes, this will cause a stir!

PLAYER_HAPPY: That’s the one!

KAT_ANGRY: I’m gonna need a bigger boat.

GABI_FLIRTY: Oh, {0}. Looking hot. Ladies lock up your misters.

LULU_FLIRTY: And your ladies! You look stunning, {0}.

I’m thinking something else

KAT_SERIOUS: Yeah I think you should go for that one. Play it nice and safe.

GABI_HAPPY: I mean it’s nice.

GABI_EMBARRASSED: Just thought you might wanna try something a bit more attention grabbing?

*TRYOUTFIT*You’re right. Let the graft begin.

I’m comfortable with this.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You’re right, I’m gonna go with this!

KAT_ANGRY: I’m gonna need a bigger boat.

GABI_FLIRTY: Oh, {0}! Ladies lock up your misters.

LULU_FLIRTY: And your ladies! You look stunning, {0}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I think I’ll go with this.

LULU_FLIRTY: Oh that’s defo the one! You look stunning, {0}.

KAT_ANGRY: A little too stunning if you ask me.

PLAYER_IDLE: This works for me.

GABI_IDLE: Sure, best not to cause any drama I guess.

KAT_HAPPY: Exactly.

KAT_HAPPY: Right, enough chit chat.

GABI_FLIRTY: Yeah, we should really get to bed.

Gabi shoots Dana a sexy look.

DANA_FLIRTY: I think you’re right. Urgently.

LULU_SERIOUS: I wonder if Alfie has come back yet?

You and the girls enter the bedroom.

The couples start to slip under the sheets together. You look at your empty bed.

Then you see Alfie. Solemnly collecting his bedding, all alone. You go to him.

PLAYER_IDLE: Hey.

ALFIE_SAD: Oh, hey, {0}.

ALFIE_FLIRTY: Wow, how do you do it?

PLAYER_IDLE: Do what?

ALFIE_FLIRTY: Still manage to look incredible after a day like this.

ALFIE_SERIOUS: Putting me to shame. I probably look a right mess.

PLAYER_IDLE: You okay? It all got a little intense earlier.

ALFIE_EMBARRASSED: Like I said, I’m fine.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: You know it’s okay if you’re not fine?

PLAYER_IDLE: You can talk to me.

ALFIE_SAD: I know.

Alfie continues to bundle up his bedding.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: What are you doing?

ALFIE_SERIOUS: Gonna head out to the daybeds.

ALFIE_SERIOUS: I just need some time to think. My head's spinning.

ALFIE_EMBARRASSED: Just been a lot to process.

ALFIE_SAD: I don’t really want to be around a load of happy couples right now.

ALFIE_SAD: I just don’t know if I’m making the right choices.

ALFIE_SERIOUS: And now I’m single again. Feels like I am back at square one.

ALFIE_SAD: I’m not sure what to do now. Being single again at this stage.

I don’t know what to do either

PLAYER_SAD: Yeah, it’s tough being single again.

PLAYER_SAD: Not sure what’s going to happen next.

PLAYER_IDLE: But you’re not alone, we’re in the same boat.

ALFIE_SERIOUS: Yeah, I guess. Thanks, {0}.

I know exactly what to do

PLAYER_HAPPY: Not really, I know exactly what I want.

ALFIE_SERIOUS: You’re lucky. I wish I had all the answers.

Got to make the best of it

PLAYER_IDLE: We’re still here and we can still make the most of it, don’t you think?

ALFIE_HAPPY: Yeah I suppose you’re right.

ALFIE_SAD: Anyway I’m going to head outside, just for tonight. Try and figure things out.

ALFIE_SERIOUS: Just don’t feel like sleeping in an empty bed.

We can talk about it?

PLAYER_SAD: I’m here if you want to talk about it, Alfie.

PLAYER_SAD: Sometimes it’s better to talk things through with someone.

PLAYER_SAD: Rather than bottle it up.

ALFIE_IDLE: Thanks, {0}.

ALFIE_SERIOUS: It’s kind of you to offer, but I just want to be alone for a while.

You could stay in my bed?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I mean there is space in my bed. If you don’t want to be by yourself.

PLAYER_IDLE: I wouldn’t mind sharing. We are both single now.

ALFIE_EMBARRASSED: Oh, right. I’m not sure if that’s a good idea though.

ALFIE_SERIOUS: It’s kind of you to offer, but I just want to be alone for a while.

Okay, goodnight

PLAYER_IDLE: Okay, Alfie, I’ll leave you alone.

PLAYER_IDLE: Goodnight. I hope you find what you’re looking for.

ALFIE_IDLE: Cheers, {0}. And thanks for looking out for me.

Alfie picks up his bedding and heads out of the bedroom.

As the other Islanders drift off to sleep, you head back to your bed.

Finn sees that you’re now alone and hops out of bed.

He talks to you in a hushed voice.

FINN_IDLE: Psst. {0}, I need to talk to you.

FINN_IDLE: I have a lot to get off my chest.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Really?

FINN_IDLE: I need a chat, somewhere a bit more private?

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: What about Kat?

FINN_IDLE: Don’t worry she’s sleeping, plus that’s kind of what I need to talk to you about.

FINN_SAD: She’s been giving me the cold shoulder all day.

FINN_SAD: And I also feel a lot has gone unsaid between me and you.

FINN_IDLE: It’s just really important and I feel like if I don’t tell you now I’m gonna burst.

FINN_HAPPY: Come on, follow me.

You follow Finn into the bathroom, and Finn turns on one of the showers.

FINN_IDLE: Don’t want anyone listening in on us.

FINN_IDLE: Can’t escape the gossips in this place.

FINN_EMBARRASSED: Thanks for coming.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: So what’s this all about?

FINN_EMBARRASSED: Well, everything’s been so chaotic these last few days.

FINN_SERIOUS: Especially all the drama with Nicolas.

FINN_SERIOUS: Especially all the drama with Johnny.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: You’re not kidding!

FINN_HAPPY: I want you to know that no matter what happens…

FINN_HAPPY: You have someone looking out for you.

FINN_HAPPY: And most importantly I wanted to know if you were okay?

I’m great, thanks

PLAYER_HAPPY: Yeah don’t worry about me. I’m all good.

PLAYER_HAPPY: But thanks for asking. Nice to know someone is looking out for me.

FINN_HAPPY: That’s great. I’d hate to see you upset.

FINN_HAPPY: The fact you can take it all in your stride is what I love about you. Unstoppable!

I’m not amazing

PLAYER_SAD: I’m not feeling great actually.

PLAYER_SAD: It’s been a tough few days.

FINN_SAD: I’m not surprised. I’m so sorry, {0}.

FINN_SAD: But I want you to know I’m here for you and want to help however I can.

FINN_SAD: Even if it’s just a shoulder to cry on.

Time will tell

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I’m not so sure right now. Think everything’s just happened so fast.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I need more time to process things.

FINN_IDLE: Of course. There’s been so much going on lately.

FINN_IDLE: I’m here if you need me though. You’re a strong person, {0}.

FINN_IDLE: But I’m here if you need someone to lean on.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thanks, Finn.

FINN_IDLE: Anytime.

FINN_IDLE: I saw you were talking to Alfie. Did he say what was going on?

PLAYER_IDLE: Just that he was going to the daybeds and needed to figure things out.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: He seemed kind of off with me to be honest. Didn’t really want to talk to me.

FINN_IDLE: I wouldn’t take it personally. He’s got a lot going on with Meera and everything.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: But he chose not to leave with her? Surely he must be staying for some reason?

FINN_IDLE: He’s staying for you! To couple up with you.

FINN_IDLE: Would you want to be coupled up with Alfie?

Yeah, couple me up!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Yeah, I hope he is staying for me.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Maybe we will have another shot together? Now we’re both single.

FINN_SAD: Oh, right. Sure.

No, been there done that

PLAYER_IDLE: No, I wouldn’t.

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t see us that way. We’re just friends.

FINN_HAPPY: That’s good to know.

I’m on the fence

PLAYER_IDLE: Who knows? Anything is possible.

PLAYER_IDLE: Me and Alfie have been through a lot together. I guess time will tell.

FINN_IDLE: Sure, I know what you mean.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: But it doesn’t explain why he won’t talk to me.

PLAYER_IDLE: Was kind of hoping you’d know more? Being best mates and all.

FINN_IDLE: Well, to be honest, I think I kind of do.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Go on.

FINN_IDLE: I think he might be regretting not going with Meera.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Really?

FINN_EMBARRASSED: That’s not to say he isn’t interested in you at all. I think he is.

FINN_EMBARRASSED: I know there is a lot of history between the two of you.

FINN_IDLE: I just think at the moment he is more upset about Meera leaving…

FINN_EMBARRASSED: Than he is happy to be staying.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: You think he’s changed his mind? He wants to leave with her?

FINN_IDLE: Maybe? Yeah? Don’t you think so?

He wants Meera

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Yeah, I guess he does want Meera.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: He has been acting differently since she left. Maybe he really is regretting it.

FINN_IDLE: I haven’t seen him like this before.

FINN_SERIOUS: It does kind of make sense if you think about it.

He’s not on Team Meera anymore

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I don’t think so. He made his choice.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: If he really wanted to leave with her, surely he would have gone?

FINN_IDLE: Sure, I guess.

Not sure what Alfie wants

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I’m not sure.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I mean it’s hard to tell what someone’s thinking when they won’t talk to you.

FINN_IDLE: Well, I haven’t seen him like this before.

FINN_SERIOUS: It does kind of make sense if you think about it.

FINN_IDLE: I guess he just needs to re-adjust. I suppose you will, too. Now that you’re single.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Now that I’m single huh…

Finn runs his hand through his hair, and looks almost awkward.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Guessing you didn’t ask me in here just to talk about Alfie?

FINN_HAPPY: Nothing gets past you.

FINN_IDLE: No, I actually wanted to talk to you about us.

FINN_IDLE: And I am sorry if I end up talking a lot.

FINN_SERIOUS: This is unlike me, but I need to just get it all out.

FINN_IDLE: Normally, when I see someone I want…

FINN_IDLE: I jump in head first without thinking about it.

FINN_HAPPY: And it almost always blows up in my face.

FINN_IDLE: And I have been trying to be different, to do better this time.

FINN_HAPPY: But the truth is I do want something… someone, and I have done for a while now.

FINN_HAPPY: But I’ve been giving it time and a lot of thought.

FINN_SERIOUS: Because I wanted to be certain.

FINN_SERIOUS: I needed to know it wasn’t just another gut decision that I was gonna regret.

FINN_FLIRTY: But all I have been able to think about is you, {0}. Ever since that first date.

FINN_FLIRTY: And that first kiss we shared.

FINN_HAPPY: It should have always been you.

FINN_FLIRTY: There’s something about you.

FINN_FLIRTY: You’re strong and smart and you give as good as you get.

FINN_FLIRTY: But at the same time you’re kind and great craic. Well you’re just… {0}.

FINN_HAPPY: You’re the Rose of Tralee.

FINN_FLIRTY: When I picked you to marry in the game it just felt right.

FINN_SERIOUS: Like there was no other choice.

FINN_FLIRTY: And I know what I want now. I’ve given it the time and now I’m sure.

FINN_FLIRTY: And now that you’re single, I feel I can finally be open and tell you…

FINN_FLIRTY: I want to be with you, {0}.

You feel the room get hotter as the steam from the shower forms a cloud around you both.

FINN_FLIRTY: So what do you say, do you want to be with me? Right here, right now?

NARRATOR: Seems like things are Finn-ally getting hot and heavy for {0}!

NARRATOR: I haven’t seen anything this steamy since I went in the sauna with my glasses on.

NARRATOR: The hot air wasn’t just because of my chat for once, although that was enough to drive everyone away.

NARRATOR: But, will {0} go all the way with Finn? Or go all the way back to bed, alone?

NARRATOR: Find out next time on Love Island!

[fairytheo]

enhypen as your boyfriend.

boyfriend!enhypen x gen!reader. fluff. 1.9k. curse words. mention of bugs, food. not requested.

🐈 ⸝⸝ HEESEUNG ˙𐃷˙

super-duper caring !!

he’s so whipped for you — he smiles just by thinking about you

also very giggly around you

LOVES lending you his beanies

(aka. you stealing them..)

+ you steal his earrings as well ! not that he minds

absolutely adores singing for you / he loves singing you to sleep :D

hold up, is being heeseung’s s/o just being his personal ramen cook 🤨🤨

he aaalwaays bugs you to play games with him (especially wii and nintendo switch lmao)

either that or you’re playing animal crossing while eating takeout at your dinner table

you’re the only person in the world who he’ll ever do aegyo for. 

he secretly enjoys it, but shhh you didn’t hear that from me

i think he likes calling you names like cutie, cutiepie or just a shorter version of your name <3 (if there is one !)

booping your nose is on his everyday to do list ☝️

lowkey therapist & boyfriend in one ngl

WAIT he loves making playlists for you two,, 

“y/n! i made another playlist, do you wanna listen to it? i made it while thinking of you.” <//3 

the type to write cheesy lyrics about you, then later cringes at his own writing bUT then leaves it like that because you like it !

you have his cover of lauv’s “i’m so tired” either set as your alarm or play it on loop everyday 

(random but for some reason i can picture him giving you a cassette with his cover on it just for the vintage vibes)

🐈 ⸝⸝ JAY ˙𐃷˙

the mom-and-boyfriend in one ;] 

f a s h i o n  c o u p l e 

you are literally fashion icons. no disagreements. 

you have matching clothes or accessories ! even if it’s really subtle, the gesture behind it is super adorable <//3

cooking pt. 2 :D but this time there’s a gorden ramsay in your relationship

i can just SEE how you both two impersonate gorden ramsay while cooking which makes everything 10 times funnier !! checks every 5 seconds if the food is ready tho because he doesn’t wanna risk anything

never cleans up afterwards, either you do or no one does

since you’re both fashion icons your social media followers are going 📈📈📈

literally couple goals.

he loves taking pictures of you,, but also wants you to take pictures of him 

jay gets flustered easily so please make him flustered with sudden compliments, hugs, kisses, etc. !!

he’s also the only member i can really see calling you babe

confident but shy about pda at the same time ??? he’s both LOL 

you always tease him with his RAS moments and randomly quote them when you’re in the middle of a conversation with him lmao

random and idk if this fits here, but he likes making your lunch — leaves you encouraging notes too <3

last but not least: jokingly gets angry at you when he wants something from you, and you do the same thing back ♡

🐈 ⸝⸝ JAKE ˙𐃷˙

sweetest and softest boyfriend to ever exist. i’m so soft for him JSHSHS

definitely calls you sweetie and darling. 100%. fight me if you think otherwise. 

shows you pics of layla everyday (it’s become routine for him >_<)

a tiny bit cliché BUT lends you his jacket whenever you’re cold (even when you’re inside !!)

random thought: jake puts his hands in your hoodie pockets...

💔💔💔

it’s his personal goal to peck your cheek and forehead at least twice a day — gets pouty if he wasn’t able to do that ))):::

talks in english a lot because you love his accent !!

if you’re an english speaker, you’ll have conversations in english all. the. time.

if you’re not an english speaker, no worries, he’ll teach you !

+ reads you bedtime stories in english (jake’s australian accent >>>) 

dreams of travelling with you to australia <33  

if there’s a bug in the house you better know that jake will NOT be removing them and runs out of the house

WILL stay over at one of the other member’s houses untill that bug is REMOVED . 

so if you’re afraid of bugs as well,,, i’m sorry bae, but it’ll be your task to remove these little... creatures 😐

ngl you have more photos of layla than of him on your phone lol

(spams you with her pictures and captions them with “y/n!!! look!!! layla with a flower!!!! layla with a butterfly!!!!” it’s just so sweet aaa)

we need some “””drama””” so you make jokes about him being a “🥶💸🔥💪” boy a lot in your relationship LMAO

🐈 ⸝⸝ SUNGHOON ˙𐃷˙

ice skating dates.

this has been mentioned in other headcanons a lot already but i just HAD to include it,,

convinces you to eat ice cream after your date LOL even if it IS winter

btw. fashion couple nr. 2 !!! 

MIRROR SELCAS

MIRROR SELCAS 

ugh the visuals and the power you two hold,,,, i can’t,,,,,

has better clothes than you ngl so you share clothes lmao

it started with him lending you his sweatpants, but then you didn’t want to return them forgot to return them and BOOM 💥 here we are

extremely awkward and shy at first — don’t worry though, he becomes much more chaotic in the later phases of your relationship

he teases you SO MUCH. LIKE. SO MUCH.

always has small smile (smirk?) on his face when he’s about to make a cocky remark (so beware)

you tease him back just twice as hard which 1.) results in him in becoming flustered 2.) fails LOL

off-topic but he’d love a s/o that has a similar style to him ??? a more elegant, classy, dark style perhaps

when he’s away / busy he’ll send you some selcas and captions them with “how r u doing??” “did you eat yet?” “cheer up :P” 

kinda shy about pda but likes showing off too ???

i mean,, men... 🙄🙄 /lh

whenever someone mentions your name near him, he’ll just try to hide his smile while biting his lip (yk what i’m talking about???) and you’ll see his dimples and the affectionate look in his eyes and just AAAAA

the type of boyfriend that calls you love~

🐈 ⸝⸝ SUNOO ˙𐃷˙

skin care routines with sunoo 24/7 🤝

he does your hair (if your hair is long enough to do different hairstyles with it ofc !!) 

send you daily weekly skin care products he thinks you two should try out / that’d be good for your skin <3

spa nights every friday at 9pm — he only lets you in if you wear a stylish pyjama LOL

you buy him peach items because they just remind you so much of him (｡•́︿•̀｡)

SELCA TIME !!! his phone is always ready !!! (apart from his storage maybe?)

PARTICIPATES IN SELCA DAYS OF YOUR FAVOURITE IDOLS AAA

loves to go on walks w u

does A LOT of aegyo,, 

and i know that you knew that this point will be in this headcanon.

for eg. instead of saying goodnight or bye he’ll just do aegyo for you not that anyone minds tbh

stages of sunoo flirting (?):

a — tries to compliment you (it sounds more like a flirty remark tbh)

b — realizes then blushes

c — cringes and runs away LMAO

playfully acts jealous, so you know it’s a joke but deep down he’s actually jealous

you two match each others vibes a lot — if one is sad, the other is sad as well

+ tells you your posture is bad when you sit like a banana or tells you to go to sleep early and when you don’t listen to him, he’ll show you an article that proves that (abc) and (xyz) is bad for you and says “i told you so.” 💀

🐈 ⸝⸝ JUNGWON ˙𐃷˙

impresses you by doing kicks (does the kick cap challenge on tiktok and/or you play kick it by nct 127 for the funzies) 

poking his dimple is a MUST . 😩😩

though gets super shy when you kiss him and also if you buy him gifts !!

cheers you up whenever you feel down or are upset

compliments you a ton ))): will randomly come up to you and tell you that your fit is cute or that you look brighter today,,, little does he know it's because of him ;]

HUGS!HUGS!HUGS

poking his dimple comes first, then hugging

the other members tease you two everytime you’re over LOL it’s like there are two koalas clinging onto each other

our yang garden gained another sheep +1

you two randomly play sheep,,,, like,,, everyday ???? sheep cosplays 👍

idk why ig it’s just fun to imitate sheep and go “mmmeEeEeeEhh” to annoy others

talking of that, even THOUGH he is a responsible leader he will not hesitate to do stupid shit with you

“hey how about we ring on that house there and yell “sheep for sale!” do you think they’ll open the door?”

“i don’t know... let’s find out!” 🤝

let’s just say that this didn’t end well..

also kinda bullies you (in a loving way ofc !!) pand teases you nonstop

either calls you asshole or love aHA

in conclusion: a very unpredictable relationship,, would 10/10 recommend.

very random but i feel like his love language is acts of service

🐈 ⸝⸝ NI-KI ˙𐃷˙

oh look it’s our tsundere 😼

can’t go a day without dancing so you two have vibing sessions at 2am everyday ft. the others telling you to go to bed

you’re the only one that can make him soft lol

if you’re older than him, you would definitely take care of him like your own baby !! 

if you are the same age as him or younger it’d be awkward for him at first, because he isn’t used to taking care of someone younger, so he’d treat you as if you were his best friend at the beginning

you love to watch him dance !! it’s so satisfying,, LITERAL asmr.

pranks you 24/7. boy has NO mercy. will not care if the others will scold him later. he will do the prank smoothly (?) — doesn’t care about the consequences LMAO

probably sets your alarm to someone screaming or a cringy aegyo song <//3

wants to film dance covers with you !! you don’t have to be the best dancer either !! as long as you have fun ^__^ 

the other members find you really cute but are also vERY TIRED OF YOU,, two energized teens in a relationship was not a good idea ☝️

likes to randomly hold your hand and swing it around 

probably distant at the beginning of the relationship because a.) he doesn’t want to pressure you/make things awkward b.) he doesn’t really know what to do either ???

(if you’re not japanese or don’t know how to speak japanese) he’ll definitely teach you some japanese phrases and words !! introduce you to his culture as well :DD and he really wants to know more about your culture too <3

teaches you phrases like “sunoo is a dumbass” for the funzies LOL

randomly makes micheal jackson impressions,,, it’s hilarious LMFAO

[xtrashmammalstefx]

Can I request a fluffy cute family Joe Mazzello x fem. reader oneshot where reader and their 1 year old daughter surprise visit Joe on the set of Bohemian Rhapsody?

Small Squish (A Joe Mazzello Fluff)

Warnings: None, mild language maybe.

No matter how many times I did this it never fails to make me feel like I’m stepping onto a land of wonder. ‘Course the fact that I had a one year old in my arms looking wide eyed at everything only added to it.

Joe says she looks a lot like me but when I look at her I only see him. His hair, his eyes, even that annoying smile he had that I could never say no to.

Joe and I met when we were fourteen when I got cast as an extra in Simon Birch. I remember I was walking around the set just as I was doing now when I felt a pair of eyes on me. “Take a photo it’ll last longer.”

I turned just as Joe started to stammer an apology. His ears glowed red in embarrassment...it was the cutest thing I’d ever seen.

“S-sorry, uh, I didn’t mean to...Um I’m just gonna go kick myself in the nuts real quick.”

I rolled my eyes and chuckled under my breath. “Okay but just say hi next time Joe… you don’t have to be a creeper.”

“Oh uh sure thing, uh…”

“Y/N,” I said. “Y/N Y/L/N.”

I turned and continued my exploration. “You know what?” Joe called out to me. “I think next time I’ll say… will you go out with me?”

“In that case I’ll say yes,” I smiled.

That was the start of us.

Eventually we took to saying other things and doing other things. Our flame only grew stronger.

“Are those the two most beautiful women in the world I see?” A familiar face greeted us using a well known British accent.

“Hey Rami,” I greeted him. “Look Small Squish it’s uncle Rami.”

“U-Unca,” she said.

Rami gasped. “She’s talking now? Joe didn’t tell me she was bloody talking now!” He scooped her into his arms. “Dear Freddie you must slow yourself down lovey. You’re growing much too fast, and I am nowhere near ready to have a fully grown God-daughter.”

“By the way where is Daddy Deacon? We were hoping to surprise him,” I said.

“Oh he should be along any minute now,” Rami said. “He’s missed you both terribly these last few weeks.”

I sighed. “Of course he did.” That was when I felt a familiar pair of eyes burning holes in the back of my head. “Take a picture it’ll last longer.” I turned and Joe was sprinting towards me, his newly permed hair hidden beneath a baseball cap.

He crashed into me wrapping his arms around me in a vice tight hug. “You can say hi next time babe… you don’t have to be a-” He cut me off with his lips. I swear his kisses never grew boring. In fact they sent a burning ache within me just as they did the first time. After a while he pulled back.

“I love you,” he said.

“We love you too,” I said pecking him on the lips before motioning at our small squish in Rami’s arms.

“Hey princess,” Joe said taking her into his arms. “You’re getting so big.”

“Dada,” she said damn near squeaking in excitement.

“Wait, what are you guys even doing here?” Joe asked.

“We missed you you dork,” I said. “Plus small squish here has something to tell you.”

“Oh, what is it baby?” He asked her.

I unzipped her jacket revealing her little t-shirt I had made.

CALL ME SISTER-SAURUS REX! It read with two little dinosaurs playing around it. I placed my hand on my stomach as Joe looked at me wide-eyed.

“ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?!”

“BABE NOT IN FRONT OF HER!”

“Oh, uh, sorry,” he turned to her. “You didn’t hear that. Got it?” She just smiled at him. He then handed her back to Rami who had the biggest smile on his face. Joe excitedly pulled me into his arms.

“I love you so fucking much it’s not even funny,” he said almost crying.

“I love you too,” I said before he was suddenly kissing me hard. His tongue explored my mouth as his arms wandered my body.

“Dear God you too are you going for baby number three already?” Rami said making us pull apart laughing. He had his hand over our small squish’s eyes.

“Jealous are we?” I teased.

“Oh please, I’ve seen you naked just as much as he has,” Rami pointed out. I’d had a semi big part in Mr. Robot which required me to ‘have sex’ with Rami constantly… I am not looking forward to that Mommy Daughter conversation.

“Yeah but only one of us has actually gotten some from her,” Joe said.

“True, lucky bastard,” Rami teased.

“Do I even want to know what I just walked in on?” Asked a young blonde with impressive muscles.

“Could’ve sworn I heard the words naked and something about ‘getting some’.” A taller man chimed in.

“Gwil, Ben, this is my wife, Y/N and our small squish,” Joe motioned at us.

“Ah so you’re the one Joe has threatened to divorce me for,” I said.

“I am so sorry love,” Ben said. “I swear we didn’t want to hurt anyone but…”

“But the heart wants what it wants,” Joe added wrapping his arm around him. “How are we today babe?”

“Brilliant until I found out you fathered an actual angel,” Ben looked over at our little girl. “No way am I ruining this beauty’s life, so I’m afraid we have to break up.”

“But...babe!”

“No buts Joe,” Ben said. “At least not this one,” he tapped his own ass.

“Are they always like this?” I asked Rami and Gwil.

“Sadly I think we’ve grown use to this already,” Gwil said. “Lovely to meet you by the way.”

“You too,” I said.

“Loveys I know we’d all rather spend the day gushing over this little cherub,” Rami said motioning at our small squish. “But Dexter’s on his way over so we best get back to it.”

No sooner had he said that Dexter was barking into the megaphone for them to take their places on the stage.

Rami handed me back my baby and quickly gave her a peck on the forehead. “Wish us luck darling,” he pecked me on the lips.

“Good luck boys,” I said before Joe planted a chaste kiss on my lips which quickly became deeper. I pulled back. “Hon, keep that up and you’re going to be fired.”

“It’s what you do to me, babe.”

“Go be musical porn my disco Deaky,” I laughed.

Joe reluctantly followed his band mates.

In my arms our small squish looked after him. We both stood in front of the stage and watched as Joe performed his heart out. A big dopey smile spread across his face.

[hansolmates]

me time (m)

summary; the first time virgin!mc meets her mans (but she doesn’t know it yet) pairing; jungkook x virgin!mc genre/warnings; fluff, college!au, boarding house!au, based on the virgin!oc discourse, female masturbation (thanks to the pretty bridgertons), a lil sad and longing at the end w/c; 1.3k a/n; y’all really brought manhater!mc and virgin!mc to life! this couldn’t be done without all of your fabulous input and support. obviously the virginverse is freeform at this point—think of this more as a prequel for these two. set in freshman year of college, when they’re just acquaintances. (do you guys think of cher from clueless when u think virgin!mc? very outgoing n’cute but also very innocent?) anyway, happy valentine’s day i hope you and your boo (whether digital or in-person) get your me/we time💖

Your wooden lap desk is toppled to the side. Good thing the space between the mattress and floor is small, your pink monstera-shaped rug softening the blow when your water bottle, pencils and laptop fall to the floor. In the back of your head you know everything is fine because the last episode of Bridgerton is still playing, an orchestral version of Ariana Grande’s Thank U, Next continuing on as if nothing’s astray. 

Yet you’re nothing but astray, forgotten about the episode and writhing against your too-small twin as you let yourself cum for the umpeeth time. 

You’ve lost track at this point (how couldn't you? Bridgerton is hot) but from the way your hair mats to your face like a second skin and your pussy feels spent and battered, it’s been awhile. This should be your new Valentine’s Day tradition, fucking yourself until you pass out on your vibrator. 

“Ah, ah fu—uck, yyyes!” 

The sheets are sopping. The grey cotton fabric does nothing to hide your juices that seep from your bare cunt to the mattress. Flinging your silicone toy to the side, you pull your hair up and out of your face. 

Water, you need water. Maybe a cup of green tea with a dollop of honey. Sugar always helps the immediate low after a good couple of rounds. 

However, you’ll never get used to the feeling of cleaning up yourself. The feeling that you’ve done something completely lewd all on your own, no one to assure you the things you’re doing are weird. It’s okay though. You love to be alone, it takes a lot for you to feel lonely. 

You slip on a pair of dolphin-cut shorts, too tiny that they are drowned beneath your emerald green slip dress. Quickly opening the door to your room, you’re met with absolute silence. White walls containing empty rooms and a living room without a soul. Just like you’re expecting in a college boardhouse on Valentine’s Day. 

What you’re not expecting however, is Jeon Jungkook staring at you the second you crack your door open. 

“If you’re screaming that loud, your partner must be doing a good job.” 

Jungkook lives on the other side of the boarding house, therefore you’ve never really interacted with him. Excluding the landlord there’s only five other tenants, a group large enough that you’ve never had to have one-on-one with him. 

You really didn’t think anyone would be in the house on Valentine’s, especially Jungkook. He’s an absolute cutie pie, even though you don’t know anything about him. The only thing you really know is that his sparkly brown eyes are to die for, they remind you of coffee milk tea, a craving you only indulge in at the end of finals season. 

To your surprise, Jungkook looks like he hasn’t gone out all weekend. Him, single? As if! Yet you can’t justify any reasoning behind him being home if did have a girlfriend or boyfriend. His dark hair is fluffy and freshly showered, and you can’t ignore the smell of linens from his soft sweats and long navy hoodie. 

Normally, you’d be quiet during Me Time. You’ve perfected the art, stuffing your mouth with your pillow or playing action movies to muffle out the sound. You thought you were in the clear. The thought of Jungkook overhearing you turns you on a little, makes the dampness between your panties even more evident, but you keep that self-indulgent secret to yourself. 

“Oh, well,” you curl your lips in a smirk, closing the door behind you so he doesn’t see that your room is actually very much devoid of life, “she’s very powerful.” 

She, meaning your favorite vibrator in your entire world. It has ten settings and a heating mechanism. More importantly, it’s rechargeable. You don’t know how you’d survive freshman year otherwise. 

“Okay, TMI,” despite the fact Jungkook’s blushing he’s chuckling, holding a hand out for you in the narrow hallway, “after you.” 

You quickly slip past him, walking into the shared kitchenette. Bare feet slapping against the hardwood, your eyes immediately gravitate toward the upper cabinet. Jungkook is following you, presumably to get his own late night snack. When you lift your arms to reach your mug, you feel a little bit of cool air brush against the uppers of your thighs. It’s a nightgown, a pretty satin slip  that falls over your curves and leaves much to the imagination. A couple more centimeters to get your mug and you’ll be definitely flashing Jungkook. 

“Um,” you practically hear the twisted face he’s making. 

“Sorry—I’m sorry!” you blurt, waving your fingers to catch the handle of your mug, “I’m really not trying to flash you—please don’t fill a harassment report! I just can’t reach my mug.” 

“No, that’s my mug.” 

“What, no! I’ve been drinking from this mug all year!” 

“You’ve been drinking from my mug?” Jungkook is affronted, walking past you to easily grab the mug you’ve been struggling to reach for the past minute. He flexes the bottom part of the mug in your face, where his initials are painted in black. “This is my mug, my parents put my handprint on it when I was a year old.”  

It’s then you notice on the lower shelf, there’s an identical mug. This mug has been buried all the way in the back, dust collecting on the rim. It also has a baby handprint on it, although upon closer inspection it’s smaller and in a more faded shade of black. That’s your mug. 

“Oh, Jungkook,” you feel your heart fall all the way to your ass, feeling guilty, “I’m so sorry. I’ve washed it and everything, if it makes you feel any better.” 

He frowns, holding the white porcelain between his hands. A litany of ideas run through your brain. Is he disgusted by using the same mug as you? Have you potentially ruined a prized family treasure? 

Thrusting the mug into your chest he says, “Make me a hot chocolate and we’re even.” 

You smile a little, eager to please. You quickly get to work, simmering the pan with warm milk and melting chopped chocolate. You rinse your mug with some hot water, letting it sit next to his awaiting mug. For a bit of flair you add a capful of vanilla extract, all while Jungkook watches you with mild awe. The smell of sweet late night confections fill the kitchen, a fitting theme for a Valentine’s night. 

“You’re not burning the milk,” Jungkook murmurs more to himself than you, watching as you pour the hot chocolate in cups without spilling a drop. 

Jungkook is known to burn things in the house. The only thing he doesn’t burn is ramen, and that’s purely due to survival skills. 

“What can I say, I’m an expert,” you wink, handing him his mug and you holding yours. 

With matching mugs, the two of you take your first sips of the melty beverage. You lean against the stove facing him, while he faces you against the marble island. Jungkook smiles and a bit of cocoa touches his petal pink lips. He says it’s perfect and you smile into your cup, absolutely swelling with pride. 

Jungkook’s probably working on his photos. He always says his editing bug is itchy at night. While in passing you’ve said you’d love to see his work, however that gesture of kindness never really amounted to anything. Maybe tonight’s the night. You like art, you’d love to be a little more educated with it. Just as you’re about to ask and strike up some conversation, Jungkook beats you to it. 

“Well, hope you and your partner have a good Valentine’s,” Jungkook holds his cup in salute, walking back into his room, “just keep it down.” 

Oh well. You sigh to yourself, letting Jungkook walk away without a fight or a retort. After all, it was you who implied you were sneaking in a bed partner tonight. Sinking your eyes into the brown liquid, you fall into a lull. The creamy liquid swirls in your grasp, making your muddied reflection ripple away. 

You love to be alone, but it takes someone like Jeon Jungkook to remind you that life gets a little lonely. 

[ptergwen]

Hey Val! I love ur writing so so much and ur amazing! My request is maybe like a Tom Holland x Reader where Y/N is a famous actress and Paddy’s celeb crush, and one day Tom brings Y/N home to meet his brothers and Paddy is vying for her attention and Tom and Paddy get jealous of each other? Thanks in advance if u decide to write this!💕

thank you so much love!! i took forever on this i’m sorry :( please enjoy

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“you’re dating who?” paddy gawks, harry snickering at him from across the table. tom leans back in his chair. “y/n y/l/n. you’ve heard of her, haven’t you?” he clasps his hands behind his head. “i’ve seen all her movies at least twice. i… i love her!” his youngest brother beams. “so do i,” tom playfully challenges.

“darling, you should bring her by tomorrow. sam’s cooking us dinner,” nikki suggests with a supportive smile. hearing his name mentioned, sam peeks up from his phone. “since when?” “since your brother has a girlfriend he’s only just told us about!” she nudges tom’s shoulder. tom bites back the grin growing on his lips. “a girlfriend he loves, at that.”

“he’s not the only one,” harry comments and glances at paddy, whose whole face has gone red. “i guess i could whip something up. i’m visiting the shops later,” sam agrees with a nod at tom. he winks back. “thanks, mate.” turning to his mom, tom’s own face gets warm. “sorry i haven’t said anything, mum. we’ve been trying to keep our relationship on the low. dating in hollywood is…”

“a shit show,” nikki finishes for tom. her words make him chuckle. “exactly. we wanted to make sure we were ready before bringing in the rest of the world.” eager as ever, paddy speaks up again. “i think we’re the perfect people to start with, specifically me.” that earns a quirked eyebrow from tom. “easy there, padster man.” he looks him over, trying to figure out his motives. “if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you were trying to steal my girl.”

paddy points at him with a glint in his eyes tom has never seen. “you don’t know any better.”

the family gets back to their conversation, talking about what you’re like and how their dad’s gigs are going. tom is a bit distracted, though. he isn’t sure what paddy meant by that. realistically, he knows he won’t be stealing you away. there’s a huge age gap among other things. it seems to tom like paddy has a crush on you, a big one. he’s probably just excited to meet you. that’s good, right?

tom doesn’t think about it again until arriving back at his parents’ the next day. you’re with him this time, nervously clutching at your purse in one hand while your free one squeezes his. he frowns at your fidgeting.

“y/n… they’re gonna love you, sweetheart,” he assures you, his thumb stroking the back of your hand. “how do you know?” you wonder as you two walk up the steps. “because i love you, and i think paddy’s got a thing for you as well.” he’s smirking when he tells you this. scoffing, you curl into tom’s side. “i love you too, but what’s up with paddy?” you stand next to tom on the porch. he rings the doorbell before replying.

“he’s watched your whole filmography, all your interviews,” tom explains, shaking his head lightheartedly. “i’m sure there’s a poster or two of you in his room somewhere.” you pout your lower lip out. “aw, so he’s a fan?” “he’s my competition,” he jokes. your head falls onto tom’s shoulder with a sigh. “he’s a literal child, tom… and your brother.” you glance up at him wickedly. “maybe i can sign his posters. i think he’d like that.”

tom slips his arm around your waist, hearing footsteps come towards the door. “oh, paddy would be thrilled,” he confirms. your response is a hum as the front door swings open. “tom, darling. back so soon?” nikki teases her son, then gives you the warmest grin. “you must be y/n. we haven’t heard much about you, but we will.” you return the smile and let her take your hand to guide you inside.

after all the introductions, you gather outside to sit and talk. sam is in the kitchen cooking, nikki is helping him, and harry is setting the table. that leaves you with tom and paddy. they’re on either side of you, your head on tom’s shoulder and his arm around both of yours. paddy is talking about a school project while you nod along. he’s completely harmless, contrary to how tom described him.

“the deadline is next friday, but i’ve only just started,” paddy explains, you laughing softly. tom’s lips brush your ear. “i’m gonna look for something to drink. do you want anything?” he speaks in a whisper and trails his fingertips over your shoulder. “sure, tommy. whatever you’re having, thanks,” you reply with a kiss to the back of his hand. paddy clenches his jaw as he watches you two.

“what about you, pads? soda?” tom teases and earns a giggle from you. “i told you not to call me that,” paddy groans back. he scrunches his face up when tom reaches over you to ruffle his hair. “someone’s got to put you in your place. soda it is.” “don’t take too long.” you tilt your head back to look at tom. “i won’t.” he licks his lips before pressing them to yours, trying to deepen it form the angle.

“children are present,” you remind him, sitting back up promptly. “be a good boy and get our drinks.” “ok, fine. i’m going,” tom laughs out, pecking your cheek and standing from the couch. paddy rolls his eyes when his brother finally gets inside. he hates being thought of as a child by you, even if he is one. “so,” you start to fill the silence. “what else are you-“

“i think you’re an incredible actress,” paddy says instead with an innocent smile. “really? thank you so much.” you rest your head in your hand, grinning. “tom kinda told me already. he said you’ve seen all my movies.” “did he?” paddy repeats bitterly. he’d probably made him sound obsessed. you’re still grinning. “mhm, and that you might have posters of me.” his eyes widen, cheeks flushing a deep pink. he’ll never let tom in his room again.

“between you and me…” you look behind you to make sure tom isn’t coming. paddy scoots closer to you and nods. “i think tom is a little jealous.” “he should be,” paddy mumbles to himself. that doesn’t stop you from hearing. “what are you-“ “how about you help me with my project? i could use the extra hands,” he smoothly changes the subject. must be a holland thing.

“let’s wait until after dinner. tom is gonna be back soon, anyway,” you try to reason. you’re only fueling the fire by saying that. “i need to use all the time i have. come with me!” he’s grabbing your hands before you can protest again. you end up following paddy to his room, tom still sucked into a conversation with the rest of his family. harry sees you two pass by. he murmurs a div to paddy.

when tom gets back outside with two beers and a coke, you and paddy are gone. he frowns, heading to the kitchen once again.

“has anyone seen y/n?” he wonders and scans the room for you. “i think paddy stole her.” “they’re in his room. he just brought her up,” harry replies, his lips forming a line. a bit of anger bubbles in tom upon hearing this. “dinner is nearly done!” nikki gasps. “bring them back down,” sam requests. setting the drinks on the counter, tom sighs. “will do. give me a minute.”

tom’s annoyance only grows as he ascends the stairs. he can hear your giggling from behind the bedroom door, obviously caused by paddy. it’s silly that he’s so jealous of his baby brother, but he knows him well.

the door opens to reveal you laying stomach down on the floor and paddy on his bed. you’re autographing a picture of yourself while he gets books together for his assignment. tom isn’t sure what he was expecting, though he’s relieved this is all it is.

“oh, tom!” you notice him standing in the doorway and cap the pen. “you were right about the posters, babe.” “i see.” tom clicks his tongue. paddy scowls at his brother. “i can’t believe you told her,” he grumbles, you handing him the signed photograph. “no, it’s fine! i think it’s really sweet.” his face relaxes. “nevermind, then.” he’s now making heart eyes at you, tom inhaling a sharp breath.

“y/n/n, can i talk to you?” he asks quietly, eyes flitting over to paddy. “in private?” “um, yeah. i’ll be right back, okay?” you tell paddy with an apologetic smile. he shoots you a thumbs up, tom stepping aside so you can leave the room. “mum wants you for dinner in five, actually,” tom corrects. he’s quick to close the door behind him so he doesn’t have to hear complaints.

you’re leaning against the wall, arms crossed over your chest. tom walks up to you cautiously. “what the hell was that?” you squint at him. “i came back with the drinks, and you were gone,” he answers lowly, and not to your satisfaction. “which doesn’t answer my question.” “i… well…” tom huffs childishly. “paddy’s whisked you away! i wanted you to spend the night with my family, yeah?” he sets his hands on your hips.

putting your own hands on both his shoulders, you look at him knowingly. “babe, paddy is your family. there’s nothing wrong with some one on one time.” tom stares down at the floor while rubbing his thumb over your hip. he doesn’t say anything. “so what if he has a little crush on me? he’ll get over it.” you take a step closer to him. “what makes you think that?” tom chews his lower lip.

“he’s just starstruck. and, i’m his future sister in law,” you confidently respond, finally making tom perk up. he exhales a laugh and pulls your body against his, leaving a warm kiss on your forehead. “bonding isn’t such a bad idea after all.” “mm, i told you,” you bury your face in the crook of his neck. paddy leaves his room then, his face falling at the sight in front of him. this time, tom puts his pettiness aside.

“get in here, padster man. we’ve got room for one more.”

[kpopgirl1234bl]

Hey sweety, hope u are doing great 🌻💖 i'm here with a cute idea with keigo m̶y̶ ̶k̶i̶n̶g̶, can u write a scenario where his girl adopt a stray bird and he's a lil jealous at first cuz she pays more attention to it than him, but then he sees in her a maternal side and he begins to feel paternal with this bird? Thnx honey, have a nice day 💖💖💖🌻

Hey Lovely! Sorry it took me so long to write this, but school has been kicking my butt this week, but I kicked it back.

I really love this request, it's so cute, and I was really excited to write about this. It ended being longer than I expected, oh well.

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Pairing Takami Keigo(Hawks) x Fem!reader

Word count: 3.285

Requested: Yes

Warning: No, unless you're allergic to fluff.

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You had found this little guy in an alleyway when you were on your way home from work. You had heard some soft noises coming from the alleyway. You held your guard up while deciding to check what the noise was.

You were left confused when you didn't find anything in the alleyway. You turned around, but you heard the soft noises again. It almost sounded desperate, as if they were trying hard to get your attention.

You decided to look at the ground. That was when you saw a trash bag moving, it was faint, but you could tell it was moving. You slowly inched closer, upholding your guard if it ended being a trap.

You poked the trash bag slightly with your shoe to see if anything would happen, but nothing happened. you heard the noises again, and you kneeled and removed the trash bag carefully, as not to do any damage to whatever it was making the noises. What you found shocked you,

Right there in front of you was a little bird, dirty and looking malnourished. You quickly threw the trash bag away and set your full attention on the poor bird.

You were baffled and shocked at how anyone could throw away such a delicate creature. You inched your hand closer to the bird, carefully as not to scare the poor bird any more than necessary.

"Hey, little guy." You whispered and extended your index finger towards him. The little guy must have been scared out of his mind since he backed away from your finger. You retracted your finger and took a few steps backward.

You were left bewildered. You didn't know what to do. Then you remembered the water bottle in your bag. You quickly but carefully reached for your bag and dug through it to find your water bottle. You found it and filled the cap with water, and placed it on the ground. You carefully pushed the bottle cap towards the little bird and stepped back once it was within the bird's reach. You sat there, looking at the bird as it looked at the water. You breathed a sigh of relief when the bird started to drink the water.

After the bird finished drinking the water, you slowly extended your finger towards it again. It looked at your finger for a moment before it snuggled up against your finger. You smiled at stroked the little bird, and it seemed to enjoy it. When you took away your finger, the bird began chirping as if it didn't want you to stop.

"One-moment little guy." You said and pulled out a handkerchief from your bag. You placed it in front of the bird and gently held out your hands, and cupped around the bird and gently placed the bird on the handkerchief, and wrapped it around the bird.

"Let's get you, home buddy," You grabbed your bag and slung it over your shoulder. You checked your watch. Sadly the vet had closed long ago, so you had no choice but to take the little guy home with you. On your way home, you searched up for what bird may eat, so you could try to get the little guy to eat something when you reached home.

You stopped by a pet shop on your way home. You asked the clerk what birds might eat. They recommended some pellets and some ready-made seed mix, which you bought even though it was a bit expensive. You thanked them and continued your way home.

Once you reached your apartment, you threw your bag to the side and placed the bird on a pillow. You settled everything you bought on the counter and readied some of the seed mixes. And some cucumber slices. You found a bowl and filled it with fresh water.

You went to retrieve the little guy, and when he saw you, he began to chirp happily. It almost reminded you of your boyfriend Hawks.

Oh god, Hawks.

You had entirely forgotten about Hawks. What would he say about this? You shook your head. That is not what matters right now. You placed the bird in front of the food and the bowl and just let him do what he wanted. He almost ran towards the food and began to eat it. You almost laughed about it.

"Hey, remember to drink some water, buddy." You said and nudged the water bowl closer to him. The bird stopped eating and looked towards the bowl. He jumped on the edge of the bowl, which made you a little nervous, but you remained still. But then he jumped in.

You panicked for a moment until you realized he enjoyed the water. You chuckled and let him have his fun. He got the water everywhere, and you laughed as you watched him splash around. He had almost emptied the bowl before you decided he had had enough.

"Alright, little guy, I think you've had enough for now." You reached into the bowl and gently picked him up. That was when you heard the door open and close. You froze because you knew who it was.

"Oh, Pretty Bird, I'm home!" You heard Keigo call out. You didn't know what to do. You just stood there frozen with a wet bird in your hands.

"In the kitchen!" You called out. What the hell were you thinking! What would Keigo think when he saw you like this. Never mind that he already rounded the corner.

"Hey, Pretty Bird, how was your-" Keigo asked as he walked towards the kitchen. But he stopped in his tracks when he spotted you and the bird. For a while, you two stared at each other, now knowing how to start that conversation.

"What is going on here?" Keigo broke the ice and asked you. You looked at the bird and then back at the bowl.

"That Is a good question. Um, you see." You tried to explain, but the words were not forming in your head.

"Please give me a moment." You said and took hold of a kitchen towel and began drying the little guy to the best of your ability.

"Uh, yeah, sure," Keigo said and stood there watching you taking care of the bird. You tried not to be too harsh drying the little bird, not wanting to do any more harm to it. When finally managed to dry the little bird enough, you turned towards Keigo, who was still waiting for you.

"Thank you." You said and held the little bird in the kitchen towel.

"So... What's with the bird? I thought you already had me." Keigo joked, and you couldn't help but chuckle.

"I found this little guy In an alleyway with trashbags laying on top of him. He looked so happy when I noticed him. Since all the vets are closed for the day, I thought I would take him to the vet tomorrow. Until then, I will have to take care of him." You explained. You stroked the little bird's head, and he seemed to enjoy that very much. So much so that the little guy snuggled up against you. Keigo felt something rise in him but decided to ignore it. He smiled at you and brought your head closer to him, and kissed your forehead.

"You're so kind, Pretty Bird. I'm sure He'll be better in no time." Keigo looked at you and then at the little bird in your hands. But Keigo couldn't stop a certain feeling rising in him, but yet again, he pushed it aside. For the rest of the evening, you took care of the bird as much as you could. You spend so much time with the bird you didn't have much time with Keigo. At first, he didn't mind it as much. You were taking care of it for the time being. But the bird would almost all the time call for your attention, leaving Keigo lonely and in need of affection. When it came time to go to bed, you made a make-shift nest of some sort for the bird to sleep in next to you and Keigo.

Throughout the night, the bird would make small noises and wake both you and Keigo up, and every time you would get up and check on the little guy. That annoyed Keigo to no end. He just wanted to snuggle up to you and fall asleep. Once he thought he could finally have you to himself, the bird would call out and get your attention. But Keigo remained calm since you only had to take care of it until tomorrow. Or so he thought.

The next day, you had called the vet, and they asked you to bring the bird the same day. Sadly, Keigo had to do hero work. So he couldn't go with you. Along the day, you found an old cardboard box and some old towels. You made the cardboard box into a make-shift carrier. When it was finally time to go to the vet, you put the little guy into the make-shift carrier box and went on your way. You had always been nervous about going to the doctor. You didn't dare think what the little guy would think after his first visit to the vet.

You arrived at the vet and checked in, and went to sit down. You looked around at all the other pets around the waiting room. Some looked more relaxed than others, gues even pets can get used to going to the vet. You heard your little friend squeak and looked down. You saw the little guy looking at you, and you smiled and stroked his head.

It took some time, but you finally got called up, and you went with the doctor. They greeted you and looked at the little guy. Turns out, the little guy and a lot of ticks that you hadn't noticed, he was also underweight, and you also got confirmed that the little guy was a male bird. The vet wanted the little guy to stay at the connected animal hospital they had, but sadly, the hospital was full at the moment. The vet asked you to take care of the little man here and continue to come to visit for checkups. You agreed, and the vet handed you some documents that would help you on your journey.

You left the vet and thanked them for their help. On your way home, you had tried to call Keigo, but he didn't pick up his phone. He was probably busy. When you got home, you read through the documents and wrote down some things you might need. The little man must have been tired from today's visit since he had been pretty quiet since you got home. Your concentration broke when you heard your phone ring. You looked at the screen and saw it was Keigo trying to reach you.

"Hey, Keigo." You answered the call.

"Hey, Birdie, I saw You had tried to reach out to me. What's up?" Kei go asked you.

"So I went to the vet today, And I have both good and bad news." You told him.

"Okay, hit me." He said.

"So turns out there's nothing too bad wrong with the little guy, The bad news is that the connected pet hospital was full, and he has to stay with us for a while longer." You gave him the details.

"That's good, but I don't see why him staying with us is a bad thing," Keigo said.

"Don't play dumb, Kei. I saw how you glared at the little guy yesterday for taking all my attention." You leaned back and smirked, knowing you busted him.

"No, I wasn't!" He denied quickly.

"Yeah, yeah, Bird Brain, I'll see you when you get home. Be careful, okay." You told him.

"Yeah, I'll see you, Pretty Bird," Keigo said before you ended the call. After you hung up, you decided to get some chores done. But before you did that, you checked up on the little guy. The little guy must have been exhausted since he was still sleeping. You got some chores done, not wanting to wake the poor guy up. Before you knew it, you had to start making dinner. You carefully took the make-shift carrier to yours and Keigo's bedroom. Mission succeeded.

You started making dinner, trying to be as quiet as possible. You were in the middle of cooking when you heard the door open and close. You looked towards the kitchen entrance and saw a tired Keigo enter.

"Hey, Kei. Hard day?" You turned towards him, and he slumped against you and nuzzled his face into your neck. You smiled and wrapped your arms around him.

"Where is the little runt?" You heard Keigo mumble.

"He's in the bedroom sleeping. The little guy is exhausted after today's visit." You explained as you glided your hands up and down his back.

"Mm, okay," Keigo mumbled.

"Go get changed, your all dirty." You chuckled.

"Mmm," Keigo uttered out and pulled his body away from yours and went towards the bedroom. You went right back to cooking, but you were interrupted yet again. You looked out from the kitchen, where you heard some commotion. You looked out from the kitchen and saw Keigo carrying the make-shift carrier towards you.

"Keigo! Did you wake him up?" You asked as you walked towards them.

"No, I was in the middle of changing when I heard him squeaking." He explained and handed you the box.

"Hey, little guy, did you have a good nap?" You asked as you pulled the box closer. The bird squeaked and snuggled up against your finger. You looked over at Keigo and saw he had this sour facial expression.

"Since we have to take care of you, for the time being, I think you need to get used to my boyfriend Keigo, Buddy." You said and took the little guy into your hands and carefully handed him to Keigo.

"Hey! What are you-" Keigo began to protest.

" Oh, shut up," you told him and handed him the bird. You chuckled a little because both Keigo and the little guy looked like they didn't know what to do.

"So, uh, What's his name?" Keigo asked you. For the first time, you realized you never gave the bird a name.

"I don't know. I haven't given this guy a name." You told him.

"Why don't you give him a name, Kei?" You smiled at him.

"Huh?! What! Why me?!" You could see him beginning to panic and look around him. Then he stopped and looked back at you.

"W-What about Pepper?" He stuttered out, which caught you by surprise.

"Pepper?" You smiled and laughed a little at the odd name.

"Don't laugh. I was under pressure!" He squeaked out.

"No, no, it's not that. The name just caught me off guard." You laughed and leaned towards the bird.

"Do you like the name Pepper? You sure look like a Pepper." You asked the bird. He squeaked and began jumping. You took that as a 'Yes.'

"Well then, Pepper, Welcome to your temporary home." You smiled and turned to face Keigo, who had a blush on his face.

"Good job, Keigo." You kissed him on the cheek before you went back to make dinner.

From that night on, you and Keigo became bird parents for the time being. It was mainly you who took care of Pepper. It didn't take Keigo long to come around either after he stopped being jealous of Pepper. You went to the vet and instructed, and in no time, Pepper was healthy and even more energized.

"Looks like Pepper is healthy and all good again, just one more visit, and we should be all done. Have you thought of giving him up for adoption?" The vet asked. And you stopped for a second and looked at the vet.

"Adoption?" You questioned.

"Yeah, you been taking care of Pepper, and now he is all healthy. Usually, he would have ended up in the hospital, and we would have notified you when he was healthy and ready to be given up for adoption. But you don't have to make a decision right now. He still has one visit left." The vet explained to you. You were hit with a wave of sadness as the words sank in. You knew it wasn't a full-time thing, so why did you feel so sad imaging saying goodbye to Pepper.

Once you reached home, you let Pepper out of his carrier and sat down. Pepper jumped around and poked and nibbed at your clothes.

"Not right now, Pepper. Mommy has to think." You said and gently pushed Pepper aside. You stood up and walked to the bedroom, proceeding to throw yourself on the bed.

Hours later, you still hadn't come out of the bedroom, and Pepper had just sat and looked at the door, wondering what was wrong. Pepper heard the door open and close and began squeaking excitedly.

"Hey Pepper!" Keigo said and stroked the bird's feathers.

"Have you missed me? Were you a good boy at the vet today? Speaking of which, where is your mommy?" Peppers jumped around excitedly but stopped when he heard your name.

"What's wrong, Peps?" Keigo asked. He suddenly heard a door open. He saw you walking towards them both.

"Hey, Pretty Bird-" He greeted you but stopped when he saw your bloodshot eyes.

"Hey, hey, hey. What's wrong? What happened?" Keigo asked you.

"Today at the vet, he asked if we wanted to give Pepper up for adoption since he is all healthy now. I know this was only a temporary thing, but I don't wanna give Pepper!" You were balling, tears flowing down your cheeks, and you held on to Keigo.

Keigo couldn't believe what you were saying, giving up Pepper for adoption? Sure, you two had only had Peppers for a short time, but he enjoyed having Peppers around. Sure, maybe he wasn't too keen on Peppers in the start. But once how caring you were for Peppers, he realized how much Peppers meant to you both. Hell, you were practically Peppers's parents.

"Well, I don't see what's wrong with adoption-" Keigo began, but you cut him off before he could finish.

"What?! Keigo, what are you saying! I thought you liked Pepper!" You cried.

"Hear me out, Pretty Bird, you didn't let me finish. I don't see what's wrong with adoption, as long you are okay with Adopting Pepper." Keigo finished what he wanted to say earlier. You stared at him, shocked. He laughed as he dried your tears away.

"Are you serious? Please, tell me you're not joking." You asked him.

"I'm serious, Birdie. I love Pepper as much as you, and I wouldn't want to be without him." Keigo told you as he hugged you closer.

"Did you hear that, Pepper! You're going stay here with mommy and daddy, aren't you excited?" You picked up Pepper and nuzzled against him.

The next time you were at the vet, Keigo came with you. You two expressed interest in adopting Peppers, which the vet was happy to hear since he saw how happy Pepper was with the two of you. You got all the documents needed and sorted things out. Not long after that, you and Keigo officially adopted Pepper, your one and only bird son.

It also didn't take for Keigo to post his first video of Pepper on his social media. Everyone was gushing over you three. But most importantly, you're just happy to spend time with the two most precious beings in your life.