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↳ Index [Chapter 08 - Prandiculum]

• Prandiculum (Latin, breakfast)

Pairing: slight Jimin x f.Reader, Taehyung x f.Reader

Warnings: suggestive themes, Jimin being a lot, blood drinking, Tae being angry, confusion

Wordcount: 5.3k

a/n: boy if you don’t-

You really like the songs of birds. You have always liked the songs of birds, even when you were a little girl – too naïve for the world and with far too much energy to spare – you really liked birds and their singing. It calmed you down, but also made you think of many amazing stories in your head. Most of the time those stories were about the topics those little fellas were singing about. Where the spots for catching worms were hidden in your garden, how the air all the way up in the sky felt like, or maybe just about how many people they have pooped on today. You had the silliest stories for every kind of bird and its melodies.

Now that you are all grown up – still maybe a little naïve but feeling far more tired than energetic – the music of birds reminded you of home. Your parent’s house is surrounded by a spacious garden, so your childhood was filled with happy whistling and little songs, hence the many stories. So whenever you are woken up by the songs of birds, you feel like you are back in your childhood bedroom, ready to start a new day of adventuring.

So when you open your eyes to a new day and don’t find yourself in your bedroom, you are confused. Now bear in mind, you hadn’t expected to wake up in your childhood bedroom, your mind was awake enough to realise that this was impossible. But you had expected to wake up in your apartment. White walls, which were slightly yellowed from all the previous people living in it, a big water stain on the left corner of the ceiling, the smell of your radiator heating up. But you weren’t greeted by those things, instead the clear blue sky greeted you.

You blink a few times, rubbing at your eyes when the image still remains.

“Huh.”

The sky is still here even after you rubbed your eyes. You look at your hands and start counting your fingers. You have more fingers in dreams, so your father always told you. You only have your required amount, not one more and not one less. So you aren’t dreaming. You are actually resting under a glass dome. Also what is that smell? Like old books and expensive wood?

You look around. A library.

“Oh!”

You must be stupid in sleep. You stayed over at Taehyung’s place, now you remember! This is his library, a secret he shared with you last night before you and him spent hours watching the stars and kissing until your lips were tender. You touch them, feeling your heart flutter. Last night was so amazing. He took you dancing, walked with you under the moonlight, showed you his most precious possessions and then told you that you are important to him under the starry sky and then fell asleep with you while you were resting in his arms.

You giggle, hiding your face behind your hands. Last night was epic.

Your gaze soon shifts to your side. You really wanted to get a glimpse of him. Taehyung. The man who makes you feel so loved.

“Huh?”

Taehyung was missing. His smell still lingered on the sheets, but he was nowhere to be seen. His side is cold to the touch. He must have left quite some time ago, leaving behind nothing more than a beautifully handwritten note.

“Good morning my sweetest, if you are reading this note then it must mean you have woken before I managed to return. Worry not, I have a few errands to run, but I will be reunited with you very soon. In the meantime please feel free to explore my library, however I must ask you not to leave my wing. It is important that you follow this rule. With deepest adoration, Kim Taehyung.”

You have to smile. He really has a poetic way with words. Sometimes you wonder if he is of another time. Perhaps he is a time traveller. You gasp. This would explain the portrait downstairs and the incredible similarities it shares with Taehyung. This would explain the way he always gives himself, how he dresses and speaks. This would explain why he owned so much money and why he had such an impressive collection of antiquities. Perhaps he is really a time traveller.

“No, don’t be stupid”, you say, giving your own cheek a little slap. There you go, making up silly stories about the man you fancy instead of what the birds are singing about.

You read the note a second time, putting it back down on its original place afterwards. Taehyung told you not to leave his wing, which was a peculiar request, but you figure that his roommates don’t know that you stayed overnight. He most definitely wants to save you from the awkward “did you guys have sex?” conversation one of them most likely would want to have with you. How very nice of him, you really weren’t in the mood for such conversation.

He also told you that you could look around his library. With a racing heart, you let your eyes travel over the countless rows of books. You have an entire library all to yourself.

You squeal, doing a little happy dance with your shoulders. This is like a dream come true.

Ever since you learned about the existence of libraries at the ripe age of four and a quarter years, your biggest dream was to spend a day locked up in one and getting lost in the books.

You like that today was that day.

Fixing the soft knitted jumper, Taehyung had hurried down to get you after you told him that you were chilly, you stand up and waddle over to the first of six bookshelves.

Taehyung had the most amazing collection of books. Mostly old classics and books filled with the most peculiar of knowledge and beautifully made art and photography collections. A majority of his books seemed to carry the weight of many years with them. The leather bounds are covered in fingerprints, the once white pages are yellowed and crinkly at the edges and a musky smell surrounded them. It was for someone like you, a total book nerd and lover of antique books, a goldmine. You must ask Taehyung for his sources once he comes back, you would love to stroll through whatever store he found them in.

Some books are written in languages unknown to you. You still skimmed through all of them, remembering pretty words to ask Taehyung about later. Some even carried letters foreign to you, they looked like pretty paintings to you. You really liked them, finding yourself smiling as you let your eyes travel over them.

One photography book caught your attention just a little longer than the rest of his collection. A photographer named Vante. A whole mystery surrounded him. Apparently he lived in the 1940s, never showed his face or revealed his real name, but loved to display his pictures in galleries. You let your thumb dance over a black and white picture of a scenic looking seaside. It is a pity really, you would have loved to know the face to those pictures. They are beautiful, carrying a certain tranquillity to them. What must he have thought whilst taking the picture? Perhaps he saw beauty in the ocean, perhaps he watched the sun reflect in the dancing surface of the water and thought that this is a view worth capturing for eternity. Perhaps he was filled with struggle, feeling lost in front of a sight so vast one could never capture it in its entirety. Perhaps he was filled with sadness, tasting the salt in the air and remembering all the times he tasted his salty tears on his lips. You drag your thumb over the horizon and sigh. Whatever he thought of and felt in that moment, the picture remaining makes you feel good inside.

You close the book, settling back on the armchair next to the fireplace. You eye the big pile of books, you had prepared to read and skim through.

“Which one of you beauties should I open next?” you murmur, leaning closer to the pile to read the titles, “oh? Le Petit Prince? Gosh, I haven’t read this in ages.”

So it was decided then. The Little Prince, with its beautifully hand-painted illustrations and moving story, would be your first book. It was written in French and in an accent you can’t quite understand completely. But you enjoyed it nonetheless, remembering words you couldn’t understand for later. Perhaps Taehyung can tell you what they mean. Your mind drifts off. Perhaps you could whisper them against his neck while he runs his fingers up and down your spine. Perhaps you could kiss his lips and taste his sigh whenever he taught you a new word. It would be such a lovely reward for you and him.

“Oh dear, I mustn’t think like that”, you whisper, touching the side of your neck shyly, “I should concentrate, read this book about plants instead.”

You open it.

“Oh wow, such pretty paintings”, you gasp, feeling yourself get pulled into the book.

You had just reached the third book – a book about Moroccan architecture – when your stomach rumbles so loudly you fear the entire town might have heard it. You look down at your tummy, touching it gently.

“I am so damn hungry, what the hell? What time is it?”

Your eyes widen. It is way past eleven, the clock on the wall tells you so. Which means, you spent hours upon hours getting lost in Taehyung’s library and books.

You sneak a glance at the mattress on which his note was still resting. He told you not to leave his wing, but it’s been hours already. If there was a possibility to meet his roommates in the kitchen, it surely must have passed by now. They are most definitely busy with something else, maybe riding their horses or doing whatever one does in such a big estate.

Maybe one little sneak down to the kitchen to get a snack won’t hurt.

You try to be as quiet as possible as you hurry through the estate. The door to the sitting room is open as you pass it. It seems to be empty when you sneak a glance inside.

The kitchen turns out to be at the very far end of the estate. You finally found it after opening far too many wrong doors. A few more sitting rooms, some locked rooms, far too many rooms with their windows boarded up and two toilets, also one ballroom. It looked eery with its blood red curtains drawn closed and the vast sunlight illuminating every particle of dust in the air, also you couldn’t see the end of the room as it drowned in darkness. You closed the door as quickly as possible, shivering.

To your luck, the kitchen was located only one sharp turn to the left up a spacious corridor. The door was open, silence seeped out of the room. You knock on the doorframe twice, waiting for an answer. Nothing comes.

So you decide to enter the room. It is empty, the counters are cleaned, so is the dining table. As you had expected, his roommates already ate breakfast. Perfect. Now you just need to be quiet in preparing a snack and a cup of tea and it will be as if you never even left Taehyung’s wing in the first place.

“Now, where do you guys keep your kettle?” you mumble, rummaging through their cupboards. They own surprisingly little dishes. Most of the cupboards are empty. Weird, you would have thought that in an estate like this, they would have an impressive collection of the most expensive porcelain as well.

Perhaps they have their own room for that and this is merely the kitchen to prepare the food. You wouldn’t even be surprised if that was the case.

“Aha! There you are.”

They did own a water kettle however. It smelled old and unused, which was once again very unusual. As you cleaned it, dust even darkened the water. It was peculiar really, but not as peculiar as the contents of their fridge. Empty. Not even condiments like ketchup or mustard, were stored in the fridge. You stick your hand inside.

“It’s not even on”, you observe and close it, “okay am I in the wrong kitchen?”

“No you are not.”

You screech, fearing that your heart might give up in your chest. You whip around, meeting the eyes of none other than Park Jimin. He is sitting on the kitchen island with his legs crossed and his chest exposed in the thin rope he is wearing.

“Dear lord. What’s with all that yelling?” he asks nonchalantly, bobbing his left foot up and down.

You press your hand over your racing heartbeat, “holy moly, I think you just gave me a heart attack.”

He chuckles, “aww I’m sorry. Did I scare you?”

“Yes you did. You appeared out of nowhere like a freaking ghost, it scared me.”

He chuckles again before he smirks in amusement.

“I’ve been here all along. I don’t know how you could miss me”, he says, jumping off the counter he had previously been sitting on.

“N-no I-“, you twist and turn, “-I checked the kitchen, it was totally empty when I entered it.”

“Well, you must have missed a spot”, he says, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.

You are left blinking in disbelief. He wasn’t in the kitchen when you entered. You know that he wasn’t because you checked every inch of it thoroughly. How is that possible?

“You smell of Taehyung”, Jimin states.

“E-excuse me?”

“His scent is on you”, he explains, taking a deep breath, “dear lord he did proper work, it’s almost overpowering yours. That's why I couldn’t locate you at first.”

“What are you talking about?” you ask, smelling your own arm. Yes, the jumper you were wearing was one of Taehyung's and it did smell like him, but it wasn’t so strong that you felt overpowered by it.

“Doesn’t matter”, Jimin dismisses you, shrugging his shoulders, “I see that you are making yourself some tea. That’s a good choice. I am more of a coffee guy myself.”

“Uhm…uh…yeah, I never really got into coffee”, you mumble, still trying to figure out how the hell Jimin was in the kitchen. Or how he found Taehyung’s scent to be overpowering. Or how he is able to smell him so clearly in the first place. Or why he wanted to locate you by scent.

“I see, you and Taetae have something in common so it seems.”

“Taetae?”

“That is what I call Taehyung”, Jimin explains, turning the coffee machine on, “don’t tell him that I told you, he thinks the nickname to be embarrassing.”

“Uh, yeah. Sure, I won’t”, you mumble, scratching the back of your neck. Why do you feel so jittery all of a sudden? Your hands are all clammy too.

“Speaking of Taehyung. Did you stay here tonight?”

“Yes, uhm, yes I did.”

“I see….” a pause then a weirdly long sigh, “…oh he takes such good care of me….”

“W-what?”

Jimin turns around, dirty smirk on his face.

“Nothing” he lets his eyes travel up and down your body, “am I making you nervous ___?”

“No”, you chuckle nervously, “I’m just confused.”

Jimin cocks an eyebrow up at you and smirks. Your stomach feels funny, like really funny. There is desire in it. The desire to run your hands up and down his naked torso. Why? You don’t want to and yet your body does.

You draw closer all on your own.

“What are you confused about?” he rasps, grabbing your chin between two of his fingers.

Holy shit you want him so bad. What? You blink in confusion, your throat constricting. No you don’t want him and neither do you want him to touch you like that. At least you are pretty sure that you don’t want that. So why are your knees turning into literal puddy right now?

“Jimin I-“, you choke out, fingers itching with the desire to reach out.

He lets go of you and takes a step back.

“Anyways. What would you like to have to your tea? Crumpets or scones?” he says and turns away.

You clear your throat, gasping for air. This was so weird. What just happened?

“S-scones please”, you whisper, staring at him with big eyes.

Why are you so goddamn wet between the legs? What the hell? You were normal before you talked to Jimin. Hungry yes, but normal. What is this sorcery?

Jimin turns the oven on and turns to look at you, dark smirk appearing on his face.

“Are you sure you are okay? You look terribly shaken.”

“I’m okay just...feeling a little weird.”

“Weird? Is it because of me?”

Jimin steps closer, reaching out to touch your wrist. You step back, gasping when he pulls you back to him.

“Your pulse is racing”, he observes and lifts up your hand to turn it. It is resting in his palm, finger closed on instinct as Jimin lets his own travel over the veins in your wrist.

“I can feel it”, he whispers and presses his finger closer, “it’s the strongest here and oh? It just jumped as I touched the spot.”

Your knees are wobbling, your head is spinning. Is he a sorcerer? Perhaps he is. Taehyung is the time traveller and Jimin is the witcher, equipped with powers of seduction. You should think him to be weird – and you do – but more than anything else you think him to be so temptatious that you want to scream.

“What are you doing to me?” you ask hoarsely.

His eyes meet yours, they have darkened quite a bit. A sly smirk tugs at his plumb lips.

“I’m not doing anything”, he breaks away, giving you a moment of breath.

You wheeze and stumble, finding support on the edge of the kitchen island. You hadn’t even realised how little air was left in your lungs until he finally stepped back.

“Oh god, what’s wrong with me?” you choke out.

“You must have low blood sugar”, he says and steps closer, “come sit down on the counter and I will prepare the food.”

"No, no uhm. I should go. Taehyung’s probably back already", you stutter.

He lifts you up and sits you down before you could even turn to leave, keeping himself pressed close to you once you are seated. His hands are lingering on your hips, his eyes are glued to your lips. Oh god, what is happening? What is he doing to you? Why do you want him so bad? You are dating his best friend and you like dating Taehyung, you shouldn’t have such desires. And you know that you don’t have such desires. What is he doing to you?

“Do you want to kiss me ___?” he rasps and draws closer.

“Yes”, your tongue worked without your consent, exposing you and him to a truth you didn’t even know you possessed.

“So why don’t you?”

“Because you’re his friend and he is my boyfriend.”

“So you made it official? Did he ask you to be his’?”

“N-no but – “, your voice cuts off as Jimin grabs you by the back of your head.

You fight against him, “no, I shouldn’t do this.”

“You’re not official and Taetae has never been one to keep his lovers to himself. Come on ___ let me get a taste of you”, he coos, ghosting his pillowy lips over the shell of your ear.

“I don’t want to”, you choke out, feeling your body draw closer to his’ on its own.

Jimin purrs deeply, massaging your hips.

“You offend me ___, am I really that repulsive?” he asks, sucking on the sensitive skin of your neck gently.

“No, no I don’t know. Gosh I don’t know”, you say, panting for air, “I don’t know. Jimin please stop.”

He sighs and pulls back. He carries disappointment in his eyes as he reaches out to pat the top of your head.

“Very well, you bore”, he mumbles and turns his back to you, “don’t move I’ll get you breakfast”, he tells you, leaving the kitchen through a door, which you hadn’t even seen before.

You fix the collar of your jumper, feeling close to passing out. What is wrong with you? You want Jimin with every fibre in your body, but you know that this is wrong. The worst part is knowing that before you talked to Jimin, you didn’t want him one bit, not even a little. What did he do to you? What is your problem? And most importantly why can’t you move?

“Now ___, tell me”, Jimin enters the room again, carrying groceries, “do you like sausage?” he asks, placing them on the counter and looking over his shoulder.

What is going on with you? You were so happy that you weren’t feeling so crazy anymore and yet here you were, feeling crazy again.

“___”, he calls your name and with it your attention.

“Yeah?” you look at him, coughing to get rid of that funny feeling in your chest.

“I asked you if you wanted some eggs to your sausage”, he says.

“S-sure thank you”, you mumble, nodding your head.

“Wonderful”, he smiles, “would you mind handing me that knife over there?”

“Knife”, you repeat, jumping off the counter and waddling to the knife stand with your eyes focused on it. He wants a knife, you need to get a knife. Bring Jimin a knife. That's what you need to do.

“Which one? This one?” you ask as you pull the biggest of them free.

“Exactly, you are a treasure”, he says, opening his palm for you to place the knife in.

He pulls it from your hand.

“Ouch, oh shit”, you hiss, hand flinching back when you feel the sharp burn of getting cut.

“Oh dear! I am so sorry, did I cut you?” Jimin exclaims, rushing to your side.

“Ah”, you inhale sharply, “yeah, ouchies that burns.”

“Let me see”, he says, taking your hand gently.

You open your palm to him, revealing the deep cut he left on the spot between your thumb and pointer finger. Blood had collected on the palm.

“Aaah, that must hurt. I feel so terrible”, he says, “wait, let me clean this for you quickly.”

“No it’s not that bad, I can- oh? W-what are you doing?”

Jimin looks up at you, eyes dark and dangerous. He has his lips around your cut, lapping at it rather hungrily. You swallow, eyes glued to his lips.

“No, don't do that. This is so disgusting. I can clean it myself”, you say, wanting to pull your hand away.

Jimin doesn’t let you, tightening his fingers around your wrist. He grunts and starts sucking harshly.

“Jesus chill, w-what are you doing?”

It stings as if you were cut a second time. You whine, wanting to pull away.

“Let, let go of me. What are you doing?”

Jimin moans, closing his eyes as he sucks even harder.

“Please let go. T-this is weird”, you plead and Jimin squeezes your wrist in warning.

“Jimin!” Taehyung's angry voice bounces off the walls.

Jimin lets go of your hand, licking his lips almost as if he had enjoyed what had just happened. There are two little puncture holes next to your cut.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Taehyung yells.

He is by Jimin's side in an instant, grabbing the other man by his collar and almost lifting him off the floor. Jimin merely cackles.

“What’s your problem Taehyung? You don’t like that I tasted your little human before you?” he challenges.

What the hell is he saying? Tasting you? His little human?

“Don’t make me hurt you Jimin”, Taehyung warns in a deep growl.

Why is he so angry? Why does he want to hurt his friend?

“What is happening?” you ask.

Taehyung lets go of Jimin and places his hand on your shoulder.

“Go to my room. Now”, he orders you with his fingers on your chin.

“Okay”, you say without wanting to, nodding your head obediently.

Your legs move on their own. You don’t want to walk. What is happening? Why are you leaving? What is happening?

“Have you gone mad? You’re protecting her?” you hear Jimin bark and yet you can’t turn around. You really want to turn around and check what they were doing, but you can’t. You need to go to Taehyung's room. He told you so.

You sit on the bed when Taehyung opens the door and slams it closed. He looks angry and judging by his ruffled hair something must have happened downstairs. There are red stains on his shirt. As someone who has had to suffer through her period ever since she was thirteen, you know exactly what type of red stains are on his shirt. Blood.

“Hey, you alright? Are you bleeding? Did Jimin hurt you?” you are on your feet and by his side in an instant.

You try to cup his cheek and check for wounds, but Taehyung flinches back.

“Don’t touch me”, he spits. He bumps his shoulder with you as he hurries to the bathroom. It hurts for a moment.

“Hey! What’s your problem?” you hurry after him.

Taehyung takes his shirt off and throws it into the laundry bin. He bends over the sink, muscles in his back flexing as he pants in anger. The tips of his fingers turn white from how tightly he clutches the marble.

“What was this all about? Why did you tell me to go to your room?”

“Because you weren’t supposed to leave it in the first place!” Taehyung yells, whipping around.

You stumble back, shocked to see such anger on his face.

“I told you! Do not leave my wing without me! I gave you one simple rule to follow and yet you were incompetent to do so!”

“Don’t yell at me”, you say quietly, feeling so close to crying, “I don’t like it when people yell at me”, you choke out.

Taehyung wanted to say something but quickly closes his mouth. He takes a deep breath.

“Urgh!” he exclaims and whips back around.

For a moment it looked like he wanted to punch the mirror, but as he heard you squeak in fear and your eyes met in the reflection, his hand stopped a mere hairs width away from the glass. He grabs the sink, dark hair hanging into his angry eyes.

“Come here”, he presses out through gritted teeth.

“What?”

“I said, come here.”

You stumble closer, shivering in fear. You stand beside him in silence, watching him take heavy breaths. Then, out of nowhere, he turns his head, dark eyes flitting down to your hand.

“Show it to me.”

“What?”

“Your hand, show it to me.”

You lift it hesitantly. He grabs it roughly and pulls you closer.

“Open it.”

You follow, hating your fingers for shaking. Your blood had smeared all over your palm, tainting the underside of your nails a dark, almost brown, red. You have no idea why you haven’t cleaned it already, but something inside of you stopped you from doing so. Taehyung inspects it with a clenched jaw.

“Does it hurt?” he asks coldly, eyes flitting up to meet yours.

You swallow, nodding your head slowly.

He grinds his teeth and exhales loudly through his nose.

“Damn it ___”, he whispers deeply, turning on the water and pulling your hand underneath.

“Ouch! Oh god, that burns”, you gasp.

“I have to clean it.”

“But, but it hurts.”

He sighs and turns off the water, reaching for a clean towel. He pats your hand dry gently, soaking the towel with the new blood leaking from your wounds. You stare at the puncture wound.

“Did Jimin bite me?” you ask quietly.

“No. You’re just imagining it.”

“But those two dots and, and I felt a really sharp pain when he, he licked me.”

“It’s nothing”, he says with his voice vast of emotion.

“But Taehyung – “

“It’s nothing”, he insists, louder than before.

“I don’t understand. I, I feel so weird and, and I don’t know what is happening to me.”

“Nothing, you’re just in shock.”

“No, it can’t be. My mind is all hazy and foggy and my body does things I don’t want to do. Taehyung it is like that one time you met me at the park, but even more intense.”

“So you are sleep deprived. There. You have your answer.”

“But I slept well and –“

“Forget it ___, you are sleep deprived and have low blood sugar. You are fine”, he spits, sending you a warning glare.

You close your mouth, feeling tears prickle at your eyes. He breaks the eye contact with an exhausted sigh.

"I'm just so confused. I, I can’t explain half of the things I saw today and most of the things Jimin said make no sense to me. Taehyung if you know something then-"

"I don't, Jimin just likes to mess with people because he is a prick", he forces out.

He opens his mirror cabinet and pulls out a white, clean roll of bandages. He opens it with his teeth, spitting the ripped plastic into the sink and grabs your wrist again to pull you closer.

“Hold still, I’ll wrap it up”, he explains.

He works quickly and without much delicacy. You know that he is only taking care of you because he feels it to be his responsibility and not because he genuinely wants you to feel better.

“Are you angry at me Tae?” you ask, dreading his answer.

Taehyung sighs and finishes tightening the bandages. He drops your hand and lifts his head. His eyes are burning in anger as he looks at you.

“I called you a cab, it will arrive in ten minutes”, he growls through gritted teeth.

“Wait. What?” you gasp, “I don’t understand. Are you sending me away?”

“It’s for the best”, he murmurs as he walks past you.

“What the hell? Why? What did I do?” you follow him outside, “are you seriously angry at me for leaving your wing?”

“I told you not to, didn’t I? You had my library and my entire collection of books to pass the time with and yet you couldn’t follow one simple rule”, he growls, stomping to his walk-in dressing room. You follow him, eyes wide in confusion and head hurting from everything that had happened ever since you made the terrible mistake of leaving his wing.

“I was hungry”, you defend yourself, “and the kitchen was empty when I first entered it. I just wanted to get a quick snack and a cup of tea to drink whilst reading. Why are you so mad?”

Taehyung puts on a clean shirt, fixing his hair afterwards. He tugs the thin material into his pants, working aggressively as he does.

“Because you disobeyed me.”

“Disobeyed you? Excuse me? Am I your servant or something?”

“I gave you one rule!” Taehyung whips around, nostrils flared in anger, “do you even know what he would have done to you if I hadn’t walked in? Do you really think one bite would have satisfied him? Is your life of such little importance to you?”

“What? What are you saying? So he, he did bite me?”

“Urgh”, he forces out, stomping out of the dressing room in big steps.

He is pacing up and down in front of his bed when you finally join him, hands in his hair and jaw clenched.

“What did I do? Taehyung what did I do?” you ask, feeling like your head might explode, “please tell me what is happening. I-I’m so confused.”

“Listen ___”, Taehyung is by your side within the blink of an eye.

“What the? How did you get here so fast?”

He ignores your questions and tilts your head up by your chin instead.

“It’s best if you leave now, the cab is here.”

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thatmexisaurusrex · 2 years

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29 Please!!! 😍😍😍 for the February prompts. Thank you!💜

Awww, thank you so much for the prompt, @elektraking! ��

Date 6 of 28: Model Clothes for Each Other

| - 5 - | - Prompt - | - 7 - |

A soft lilac velour suit with burgundy accents. Light pink shirt under with burgundy accents as well. Sam awkwardly adjusting the cufflinks like anything could look bad on him. Fiddling, looking at a few rings to the side trying a few different ones out on his fingers to see what compliments the outfit. Adding earrings.

"You look great," said Bucky, as if Sam could ever look bad.

Sam could be wearing a giant hotdog suit and be killing fellas and dames left and right.

Sam looked at Bucky as if all he said were lies.

Bucky sighed, pouring a champagne glass for Sam, handing it over to Sam.

"Seriously," said Bucky, helping with the cufflinks, giving Sam a kiss, "You look like a total dreamboat."

They needed to figure out outfits. They were invited to a huge charity ball in New Orleans to help local and underfunded queer youth centers and Sam had been stressing out about what to wear, how to present himself so that he made a good impression and the shelters got as much funding as they could through the shmoozefest.

Bucky had talked to the stylist they had been working with and had convinced the man to leave all the options with Bucky. Bucky was going to make this fun. So he situated their living room like it was some sort of bridal shop, got champagne and everything, and was having them both put on a show for each other.

"Look. I'll just go in my underwear. I'll be the distraction," said Bucky, not really sure if anyone would pay attention to him with Sam looking drop-dead gorgeous right next to him, even if Bucky was in Bucky Bear briefs, "I'll make the sacrifice. I'm old enough to get away with doing whatever I want."

Sam hid his face in Bucky's shirt, giggling.

"You are not going in underwear," said Sam, moving away as he downed that entire champagne glass, "You're trying clothes on too."

"Want me to doll up for you?" said Bucky, winking, "I can doll up for you, sweetheart."

Bucky poured more champagne into Sam's glass, stripping out of his clothes with goofy flare as he walked over to the racks, waggling his eyebrows as he went.

"Stahp that," said Sam, "You're the silliest man I know."

"Thank you, I'm so honored," said Bucky, grabbing clothes at random, finding himself in a vibrant tartan check suit jacket composed of sky blue, daisy yellow, and hot pink paired with a black turtleneck and salted caramel slacks, a fancy yet minimalist belt, glancing over at Sam.

Sam looked unamused.

"I hate you," said Sam, taking a sip of his champagne, "You look good in everything and I hate you."

Bucky walked over to Sam, pulling Sam into a hug, Sam feeling like a huffy cat.

"I love you," said Bucky, "You look good in everything and I love you."

Sam groaned.

"Okay. So I might love you. A little," said Sam, Bucky snorting, "But it's still not fair."

"More like, it's unfair for everyone around us," said Bucky, "We're going to be the best looking couple at this charity ball."

Sam relaxed into the hug, wrapping his arms around Bucky.

"Thanks for doing this for me," said Sam, "I really appreciate it."

"Anything for you," said Bucky, kissing Sam's forehead, "Even me going in my underwear."

"You're not going in your underwear," said Sam, devolving into a fit of laughter, "Stop suggesting you go in your underwear."

"Just saying," said Bucky, loving how it made Sam laugh harder, "It's an option."

❤️ ❤️ ❤️

Want to choose a date for Sam and Bucky to go on during this special February Daily SamBucky Fluff Diary event? Check out the prompts here and send me an ask! I’ll write you a drabble as one of my Daily SamBucky Fluff Diaries!

#thank you so much for the prompt elektraking!!! 🥺🥰#sambucky #the daily sambucky fluff diary #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky drabble #28 short sambucky dates #date 6 #model clothes for each other #bucky keeps suggesting that he goes in his underwear #and sam keeps telling him no while laughing #and sam feels better about dressing up #and bucky's happy sam feels better #domestic sambucky #domestic fluff #my drabbles #my headcanons

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sailawaysweetsis · 4 years

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Tongue Tied

Roger Taylor X Reader

A/N: Small blurb I did for @freaking-nix fan-zine! I totally recommend checking it out! Let’s support each other in the fandom.

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You had been a roadie for Queen for a while now, and you must say, it is a very entertaining life to live. So far in the first couple of months of being on the road with the guys, you have learned many things. Things such as patience, because when it comes to Freddie Mercury, one must be ready for every possible antic that man can fuss over. Things such as to be eager for knowledge, especially when talking about Brian May, that human can ramble for hours on end about deep space. Being observant like John Deacon, he never fails to notice when someone is feeling down or being out of place. That boy has the eye of an eagle. However, when it comes to Roger Taylor, well, one can learn a handful of things.

Roger Taylor so far has taught you self-control. Boy, how many times have you wanted to strangle him but resisted the impulse to do so. Roger is the person that loves to nag other people constantly and occasionally prank them to make things more interesting. When you first met him, you couldn’t wrap around your head what was about him that made him so intriguing. He was handsome, yes, but incredibly annoying and a total flirt. He spends his free time being all over groupies and eventually having one night stands. When you had the chance to chat with Rog for a bit that wasn’t either about his latest conquests or his drumset, he was a nice fella to talk with. He seemed the kind of guy that beneath all his cockiness layed someone vulnerable and truly caring.

Roger Taylor has taught you that if anyone can make you feel more alive, is him. Night after night you watched in awe Roger and the band perform. It was truly insane how much they got into the role and how they enjoyed the lights, the crowd, the noise, and the adrenaline overall. On the other hand, you enjoyed the show backstage and afterward spending time running away wit Roger. It started out as a “let’s go away for a while to escape here” into “let’s go away from here because it has become a tradition” thing. At first, you both went to fast-food restaurants to grab a meal but eventually expanded your map to places like movies, stores (that one was the best, trying the silliest clothes and make fun of each other), or even the crew’s pick-up van where you lay a blanket and drove off anywhere.

Roger Taylor has taught you that never before you have loved someone the way you love him. It was on one of those escapades that the bright moon and stars witnessed how both of you fell in love with the other. For you, it was the way he opened his arms and shouted into the rooftop absolute nonsense. For him, it was the small glimmer in your eyes while you laughed at him.

He turned around and looked at you.

“[Y/N]...”

“Yes, Roger?”

“I… I think that… I think that I like- no I mean I think that love- I MEAN, no, no, no, It’s not that I like or love, I mean it’s kind of both, when do you know-“

“Roger, you’re rambling” You chuckled.

“I know” He laughed,” You make me tongue-tied. What I’m trying to say is…”

“‘I’ve never felt this way before’”

“Yeah, exactly”

“I feel that way too”

“You like me too?” Rog inquired

“Of course dumbass. I don’t why I like you but I do”

“Good. Because I don’t know why I like you either”.

#roger taylor #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor x you #queen #brian may #freddie mercury #john deacon #roger taylor headcannon #roger taylor x y/n #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor fanfic #bohemian rhapsody #ben hardy #joe mazzelo x reader #gwilyn lee #rami malek #borhap

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itsmebilly · 4 years

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I have a fun little idea, what’s you opinion on each emoji role player that you’re currently doing with?

Goodness! Apologies for taking so long. If I'm missing anyone, let me know!

🌹🐾: The sweetest fella ever. Sparks nostalgia and happiness in me. Billy certainly agrees. Great film partner!

🎠: I respect Cherie's curiosity and frustration. They seem to be the most rational here. Wary of Billy. He totally loves it.

💀: Chill as fuck. Great taste in music. Also nostalgic and calming to Billy.

🍼: Very coy like a cat. Has some dominance over the situation. Gets Billy all confused and hyper.

👀: Bath time. Creative in such a way that gets Billy to actually bathe. Billy wants to get to know them more.

:(: Deserving of so much more. Patient. Lovely. Billy misses them.

🎀: Too sweet for her own good. He actually values her emotions.

🐧: Sparks the little kid in his heart. Someone he wants to play nice with and impress.

🖤💕✨: ...Filthy. Billy likes how tender she is with him.

🕯: Silliest motherfucker ever. Love this cunt.

🔪��: Intimidating in some sense. Billy wants to know their MO, and feels they are similar to him.

🧸: LOVE.

Summary: I love them all!

#{ that can't be one person! }

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mwahmisfiire · 5 years

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hardzello: you can't complain.

dare: i dare y'all to guess what scene from what tv show i inspired myself from to write this ;)

"that's what you get for trying to take a shortcut!"

"oh shut up."

the borhap gang loved road trips. they loved spending time with each other in a car, listening to music and talking about the silliest things. the problem was, gwilym had the fantastic idea of taking a shortcut to come back which resulted in his car to get stuck in mud.

now everyone was outside of the vehicle, except for gwil who was being helped by rami and joe. the two of them were pushing the car as gwilym pressed the pedal. lucy and ben were just standing behind everyone with uneasy looks on their faces.

trouble is, rami and joe were rather small fellas so no matter how hard they tried, they made little to no progress. after pushing for what felt like ages, they finally gave up. their breathing was heavy and they had to lean against the car to catch their breaths.

that's when ben spoke up. "this isn't working." he said to his friends.

"oh really?" joe snapped. "thank you, captain obvious. would you like to do it? i mean, seriously? you and lucy have been standing around this whole freaking time and all you gotta say is 'this isn't working'!" he exclaimed, mocking ben's british acting.

"joe -" ben tried to say.

"no, no, no, don't 'joe' me!" joe cut him off, letting go of the car.

"i-i mean, that's your name." ben stammered, holding back a small smile at the brunette's outburst.

"oh so you're a smartass now?" joe said, frustration taking over.

"really man, calm down." rami spoke up, placing a hand on joe's shoulder. "we're gonna get out of here, you'll see."

joe huffed as he crossed his arms, not bothering to look at ben. ben bit his bottom lip, feeling slightly guilty. joe did have a point when he said he was being completely useless.

he took a coule steps towards joe. "okay move."

there was a pause. "what?" joe asked.

"move, i'm pushing this piece of junk." ben stated.

"excuse me?" gwilym complained from inside the car, taking his head out the window. nobody payed mind to him, though.

joe sighed as both him and rami stepped away to leave ben space to push. rami went to stand next to his girlfriend whilst joe just stood next to ben, expectantly.

"okay go!" ben yelled at gwilym to press the pedal again.

for a minute it seemed like he wasn't gonna make it but suddently, the care started moving forwards finally managing to get out of the mud.

but somewhere along the way, joe ended up with sprinkles of mud all over his pants and t-shirt which made him gasp.

lucy covered her mouth to keep herself from laughing but she was having a really hard time holding the giggles in. noticing this, rami went ahead and covered her mouth as well.

the same couldn't be said for ben, though. as gwilym got out of the car to join the others, he was laughing loudly not even bothering to pretend he wasn't.

joe glared at him, almost as if he was ready to strangle him. "you think this is funny?" he asked almost in a whisper. he was so mad that he thought that if he spoke any louder he'd be screaming like a maniac.

ben coughed, trying to calm himself. "not gonna lie buddy, it is kind of funny." he cringed, hoping joe's reaction to his response wouldn't be catastrophic.

"well it's not, let me tell you." joe said, running a hand through his t-shirt as he tried to take off some mud. that, of course, didn't have much effect. "ugh!, this is disgusting. and it's all your fault!" joe said, turning towards ben once more.

ben gasped. "hey, i moved the car! you can't complain, did a better job than you two weaklings combined!" he said, pointing at both rami and joe. rami's eyebrows shot up in surprise but he didn't say anything. lucy was still giggling and gwilym was just watching the scene with quite the interest.

"yeah, that's - that's because you're... you're..." joe narrowed his eyes as he tried to find the word. fit. very fit. so fucking fit. "i-i mean, you have..." muscles. too much muscle to even be a real human being.

ben smirked. "are you gonna finish your sentence, joe?"

"yeah, are you?" gwilym said.

"oh shut up, you guys know what i mean! geez..." joe sighed in embarrassment.

ben smiled sweetly at joe. he had to admit, it was pretty amusing to see joe worked up sometimes. but he also had to admit that he hated seeing see him so stressed. so he decided to stop fucking around.

he took off his hoodie and placed it on the floor. before joe or anybody could ask anything, ben went and took his shirt off.

joe was quick to look away. "woah!, hey!" he exclaimed, his eyes pointing the sky above him to keep himself from looking at ben's body. "what the hell are you doing?!"

ben frowned in genuine confusion. "i'm giving you my t-shirt? because yours is kind of... diry, perhaps?"

"relax mate, his rocking body won't bite ya." gwilym commented with a smirk, earning a punch in the arm from ben.

joe huffed in annoyance. "i'm not changing my shirt with all of you looking at me!" joe protested.

ben rolled his eyes. "that's why i took my hoodie off in the first place, you dumbass." he explained as he gave his t-shirt to joe. he picked up the hoodie, holding it from both of its ends in front of joe. "you can change behind it."

"oh that's interesting for sure!" joe exclaimed, with fake interest. "i didn't know you could take your shirt off without taking your hoodie off! that's mindblowing , ben!" joe said, sarcastically.

"could you please shut up and change so we can leave?" ben exclaimed, almost tired of joe's pissy attitude.

"okay fine! but y'all gotta turn around though." he said, referring to gwilym, lucy and rami. they all exchanged amusing glances before obliging. "uhm... hello?" joe said to ben.

"what?"

"you can't look either, you asshat!" joe exclaimed matter-of-factly.

"jesus." ben muttered under his breath as he closed his eyes. he heard joe let out a faint thank you despite not being able to see him.

ben heard him move around a little bit and heard the fabric run against the human skin. the blonde man found himself wanting to open his eyes, just a little bit so joe wouldn't notice.

but just as he finished thinking this, joe spoke up. "okay i'm ready."

ben opened his eyes and saw that the rest of the gang was turning around. he bit back a smile at the sight of joe wearing his t-shirt. it look slightly big on him due to the fact that ben was visibly more fit than the brunette. eventually, he just couldn't hide his smirk.

"what are you smiling about?" joe questionned. lucy bit back a chuckle (yes, the situation was very amusing to her).

ben shrugged. "i just am." he simply said. he couldn't even speak properly because of how big he was smiling.

joe clicked his tongue. "whatever. let's go guys." joe said with the intention of go to the car but as he took his first step, ben held him back grabbing his arm.

"you guys go ahead. i need to say something to this big baby." ben said. joe frowned.

lucy, rami and gwilym got inside the car and waited for ben and joe to finish their business, whatever thay could mean.

joe was still frowning. "wha -"

ben leaned in and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. it lasted around three seconds but it made joe weak enough for him to believe that they had been making out for hours.

"what... wh-what was th-that for?" joe muttered, his entire face painted red.

ben shurgged again, unable to erase that goddamn smile from his lips. "just felt like it." he whispered.

"uh -"

"uh uh." ben cut him off, pulling joe closer by the arm he was holding him with, which he hadn't let go of the entire time. "i said you can't complain."

and for the first time (with a couple seconds of hesitation), joe smile. "who said i was gonna complain?"

ben smiled real big before leaning in once again and this time, joe kissed back placing his hand behind ben's neck.

"we can still see you!" rami exclaimed from the passenger's seat. his voice was a bit muffled because he was inside the vehicle but both lovebirds heard it perfectly.

"bite me!" ben shit back, holding joe between his arms.

"ben." joe chuckled, playfully slapping the blonde's chest before taking him between his own arms as well.

"you look cute in my t-shirt." ben blurted out as if he had been dying to say it from the moment he opened his eyes to the sight of joe wearing it.

joe pulled away slightly, looking up at ben. "i do?" he asked, looking down for a second. he was visibly flustered.

"uh huh." ben whispered, rubbing the tip of his nose again't the tip of joe's. joe giggled andd there was a pause.

"i'm sorry i yelled at you." joe said, his smile slightly faltering. "it was pretty shitty of me."

"well, to be entirely fair, i wasn't exactly helping out either so i guess we're even." ben said.

joe nodded, before wrapping his arms around ben's neck. "kiss again?" he asked, knowing what the answer was going to be. ben snickered before leaning in once more.

normally, the rest of the guys would complain about them being so cheesy about getting together but they just turned around and admired their two friends. they just let them enjoy one another in peace for a little while.

#joemazzello #benhardy #hardzello #the uwu jumped out #cute #idk man

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alphacrone · 7 years

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All Decked Out Like a Cowboy's Dream

[Part of the Blue-Eyed Jack ‘Verse]

CW: food mentions, homophobia mentions, being publicly out

When Jack and Bitty started publicly dating, the internet, well...the internet broke, just a little.

Though they were only known in their respective circles -- most of Bitty’s colleagues hadn’t heard of Jack and vice versa -- it was a big deal. Bitty was suddenly hailed as the “gay Carrie Underwood” and Jack had to order a moratorium on all jokes about his sexy “tractor.” They got the usual “keep your private life private” criticism from the AFA people (“Would that I could, y’all.”) and some nasty remarks from sports commentators, but it wasn’t as if either of them was coming out for the first time.

Mostly they both just had to suffer through the Blue-Eyed Jack memes. It seemed a fair price to pay for being able to date openly.

They’d only been dating a few months when Bitty approached Jack with a nervous, hopeful smile. They were in Vancouver on a short vacation together, walking hand-in-hand through the Granville Island market, pointing at the seagulls stealing food and laughing. They’d wandered down away from the market proper to a boat dock, and Jack read out the silliest boat names to Bitty in a straight-faced monotone. If he were being honest with himself, Bitty hadn’t laughed like this in a long time, even with all the time he spent with his goofy band. Jack was special, and Bitty was very, very lucky.

“So, I, uh, wanted to run something by you,” Bitty said as they fell into a comfortable silence. “You’re not busy on June 15th, are you?”

Jack raised an eyebrow. The Falcs had been knocked out of playoffs in the first round, hence the vacation -- Jack had needed to get far away and Bitty had needed to comfort his boyfriend in person. “I don’t have anything planned. Why?”

“Well, um…” Bitty scuffed his toe against the sidewalk. “That’s the night of the CMT Music Awards. I have a plus-one, was thinkin’ of reaching out to Troye Sivan to be my date, back before you. But, um...I know you don’t like public events…”

“Bits.” Jack squeezed his hand tighter and grinned. “I’d love to be your plus-one.”

“Really?” Bitty let out a deep sigh and leaned up against Jack’s arm. “That’s...I’m happy.”

“I’ve never been to Nashville outside of playing the Preds,” Jack said. “You’ll have to show me the sights.”

Bitty laughed, feeling a million times lighter. “Oh, yeah, I can show you all the crappy dives I used to play at. Oh! And the diner where I used to wash dishes. The fry cook there let me help him, sometimes, on slow nights. He even admitted my flapjacks were better than his.” Bitty sighed, swinging Jack’s arm up and around his shoulder so he could tuck himself in against his boyfriend. “As soon as I hit my break, I sent him money for his daughter’s school supplies. I sent money to every bar owner in the city who gave me a chance, too, and the blues band that found me on the streets that first week and gave me a couch to crash on. There are a lot of snakes in Nashville,” he continued, voice growing softer. “But if it hadn’t been for the good people, I don’t even know if I would’ve survived. I try to visit them all, every time I’m in town. Gotta remember your roots,” he added with a laugh. “When interviewers ask about my family, I tell ‘em that the kind folks of the world are my family, and I’m theirs.”

Jack bent down suddenly to kiss Bitty, soft and sweet. “I don’t know how someone as positive and gracious as you ever agreed to date someone like me,” he said, smile teasing. “But I’m very, very glad.”

“Well, according to TMZ, it’s for your NHL paycheck,” Bitty chirped, slipping his hand into the back pocket of Jack’s jeans. “And this fella here.” He squeezed Jack’s ass, laughing.

Jack snorted and pulled Bitty along the path, back up to the crowded market. “C’mon, I saw a cheese stand inside. I know how you are about fancy cheeses.”

“You get me,” Bitty said, fluttering his eyelashes. “Lead the way, Mr. Zimmermann.”

Despite Bitty renting a perfectly good house with his band, Jack got himself an overpriced suite in a fancy hotel as a treat for the two of them after the awards. Bitty suddenly didn’t care if Bitty & the Biscuits won anything -- he just wanted to spend the evening drinking with his band and then retire to the giant bed with ridiculously soft pillows to spend some alone time with his favorite person.

Unfortunately, that meant his favorite person wasn’t at the house to get ready with Bitty and the rest of the band. Their rented car would swing by the hotel to pick up on the way, but while Jack got to dress and primp in peace, Bitty was running around the house with three other panicked guys plus their dates and several stylists.

Despite his threat to invite Alexei Mashkov to the awards, Ransom had settled on Lardo as his date because he thought their height difference was hilarious and would make for great red carpet photos. Dex, the giant nerd that he was, had flown his grandmother down from Maine to be his plus-one. Chowder was bringing his girlfriend, Caitlin, whose natural Cara Delevingne brows and Target-sale-rack dress put them all to shame.

Bitty himself was dressed in a snazzy sky-blue suit with the top buttons of his shirt undone. His hair was coiffed spectacularly -- “The higher the hair, the closer to God,” he’d joked with his stylist. -- and his shoes were gold and shinier than anything. Bitty looked good and he hoped Us Weekly agreed.

Somehow, they managed to get the whole band and their dates into the small, white limo on time and headed towards the hotel where Jack was waiting. Ransom and Lardo kept chirping him about “seeing the bride before the wedding” or something equally as dumb, but Bitty simply ignored them and texted Jack that they were on their way.

When they pulled up to the taxi circle in front of the hotel, Bitty literally felt his jaw drop. Because there, waiting, in the tightest jeans he’d ever seen and a pair of gosh darn cowboy boots stood his boyfriend and sexiest man alive. His ass was a national treasure when he wore tennis shoes and basketball shorts; when he wore heeled boots and well-tailored jeans? The Zimmer-booty was the eighth modern wonder of the world.

“Well, shit, Bits,” Lardo said, following his gaze. “You hit the Jack-pot.”

Ransom snorted with laughter and Bitty couldn’t even find it in himself to be annoyed. He wondered how rude it would be to skip the awards and drag Jack upstairs to his suite immediately.

The driver came around and opened the door for Jack, and he crawled in with a shy grin. “You look really, really great,” he told Bitty, taking in his blue suit and styled hair. “You’re gonna steal the show.”

Bitty shook his head slowly. “No, I don’t think I am.”

When Jack cocked his head in confusion, Lardo clarified. “You look hot, Jack. You broke Bitty.”

“Really?” Jack looked surprised, then smug. “But it’s so early in the evening.”

The entire limo ooh-ed in dramatically scandalized tones. Even Dex’s grandmother laughed at the insinuation. Ransom elbowed Bitty in the ribs until Bitty smacked his arm hard.

“Shush,” Bitty said as the car began to drive again. “Let’s just discuss this year’s drinking game.”

“Alright,” Dex said, pulling a piece of paper from his pocket. “Take a shot every time someone trips or falls. Take a drink for every cowboy hat you see. Take a sip for every time Carrie Underwood changes her outfit. Oh!” Dex sighed and shoved the paper back into his jacket. “Chug your drink every time someone makes an off-color joke about us.”

“Great,” Ransom said. “We’ll be wasted within an hour.”

“None of them better say anything ugly about you boys,” Grandma Poindexter said crossly. “Else they’ll answer to me.”

“Wow, Dex,” Chowder said. “Your grandma is, like, way cooler than you.”

The boys chirped and fought the entire ride to the awards, leaving Bitty to reign in his overwhelmed little heart in relative peace.

They didn’t win.

Bitty really hadn’t been expecting to, but it stung all the same.

Still -- he’d gotten to take drunk selfies with Kacey Musgraves and Jack had found Mike Fisher pretty quickly, two hockey boys in a sea of country stars. (Bitty could see the headlines already: Hockey Invasion?) There’d only been one tone-deaf gay joke about him, and Willie Nelson had smiled at him as he passed by his table. Dolly came over at one point to hug him tightly and make him promise to spend a day in the studio with her so they could record a duet or two. All in all, it had been a good evening.

And it was about to get better.

Bitty’s drunkenness had faded into a tired sort of buzz by the time he and Jack were dropped off at the hotel. They staggered to the room, giggly and sluggish. Bitty jumped onto the bed and kicked off his shoes, relishing the expensive squishiness of the mattress pad.

“You hungry, bud?” Jack asked, closing the door behind him. He shed his sports jacket, revealing the tight, white t-shirt underneath. Lord, he was the spitting image of the country hunk Bitty had dreamt about as a teenager. It suddenly really didn’t matter that Bitty & the Biscuits had lost -- Bitty had his award right here.

“Starving,” Bitty said, trying to sound suggestive, but the rumbling of his stomach ruined the moment.

Jack pulled out the room service menu, sitting down on the bed next to Bitty. “I could go for a burger. You wanna split a dessert?”

Bitty smiled up at Jack. “I want to make a comment about you being my dessert, but I also really want something smothered in chocolate.”

Jack laughed and pulled Bitty up until he was leaning against his chest. “Cheeseburger and fries for me. A ‘molten lava brownie deluxe’ for dessert. And…?”

“Ooh, fettuccine alfredo,” Bitty said with a happy sigh. “Yes, please.”

“It worries me how much dairy you eat,” Jack said teasingly. “And one giant bowl of cream and carbs, coming right up.”

“Just for that, you’re not getting any,” Bitty said petulantly. “Of either sort.”

Jack laughed and kissed Bitty’s head. “Will you love me again if I take you out for breakfast in the morning?”

“Maybe.” Bitty snuggled in closer, biting lightly at the underside of Jack’s jaw. “Will there be biscuits and gravy?”

“Of course,” Jack said. “To continue your diet of cream and carbs.”

“Chirp, chirp, chirp,” Bitty huffed. “It’s like you don’t want to get laid at all.”

“Bittle,” Jack said seriously, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I saw how you looked at my ass all night. I have no fears about not getting laid.”

Bitty pouted and slapped Jack’s stomach lightly. “I knew I should’ve called Troye,” he said grumpily. “Troye wouldn’t be this rude to me.”

Jack laughed. “Troye’s ass wouldn’t look this good in jeans, either.”

“Ugh, just order the food you narcissist,” Bitty said. “You know the true way to my heart is through my stomach.”

“That I do,” Jack said smugly, leaning down to kiss Bitty again before picking up the phone. “That I do.”

“Love you, Cowboy,” Bitty murmured as Jack dialed the front desk. “Love you, too,” Jack whispered. “Hello? Yes, I’d like to order room service…”

[READ PART FOUR]

[OMGCP Country Singer AU]

[My writing tag]

[My online novel, The Discourt Knife]

#omgcp country singer au #anna writes things #check please!#omgcp fic #zimbits fanfiction #in the series this is after the original but before the other fics

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kpop-goestheweasel · 7 years

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Hi!i really liked your reactions with got7/bap/bts when a female memeber was added and their relationship. I was wondering if you could do the same for EXO? (including formal members maybe?)

Oof-da! Twelve is too dern many! But I did it!! Haha. It’s been so long since we’ve had the other fellas, I feel a little out of touch with them D; I’m really hoping that I got them pretty close to themselves and that you enjoy this as much as the other group versions ^^ Thank you for your request Other versions: B.A.P // BTS // GOT7 // MONSTA X

Xiumin: A new member? Cool. A girl? Shrug. You won’t see a big reaction out of this guy, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to be one that distances himself from her. If anything, he’s curious. If she’s good enough to join their group after their debut, then she has got to be something pretty dern special. He’ll have a little bit of an eye out for her and is sweet about subtly making sure she’s comfortable and feels included, but he’s not going to bend over backwards to do so. He’s more of a ‘go with the flow’ kind of guy in this situation and that will actually be extremely comforting to this girl with some of the others being a little overwhelming in their enthusiasm. Because of this, I see these two having a chill, lazy friendship where she’ll silently join him in watching a movie or casually having little conversations over morning coffee while the others are still asleep. They are kind of an escape for each other from the chaos of the other members.

Luhan: Sweet Deer sways between being shy with the addition and trying to be cute/funny with her. He’s not necessarily trying to flirt with her, but it can come off as that way and anytime he catches himself in a moment that seems awkward with her, he becomes a complete flustered blushasaurus. She very well may exploit this quite a bit for her own amusement in his reactions which will eventually lead to a pretty cute friendship between the two. They end up being little jokers together, making each other laugh and blush just about equally. There’s a lot of sarcasm and dry humor involved. At the end of the day, they are also very helpful with improving each other’s language skills in Chinese/Korean/English. She actually is the one that helps him quite a bit when he gets shy, and he returns this favor by cheering her on whenever needed. They seem like a pair of very good friends.

Kris: There’s honestly more of a co-existence with these two. He’s not really sure how to feel about a female addition, so he’s kind of more reserved around her than anything - also trying to keep his ‘cool guy’ image. There is absolutely no animosity, but neither of them really go out of their way to build a strong bond with one another; however, over time he will develop a protective older brother kind of view for her. If anyone calls him out on this he blames his leader instincts for it, but deep down he may have developed a little soft spot for her. Neither of them ever try to force some kind of friendship with one another, but they do fall into a subtle kind of relationship with an unspoken understanding that they are there for one another is ever need be.

Suho: Oh sweet Mama Suho totally lives up to his reputation. He’s basically Mama Weasley in the way that he adopts her with no questions asked and nurtures her right into the family. He’s immediately super welcoming and attentive to her every need; this includes making sure she gets her fill at meals before the rest of the hungry wolf pack devours absolutely every last scrap. He will also be sure that the others keep in line around her - which may very well prove to be more of a headache than anything from time to time. Overall, he simply takes his role of leader super seriously when it comes to her and makes sure she’s as well rested as can be. Her well-being is one of his top priorities. He is the guardian of EXO after all.

Lay: This poor baby may very well end up caught off guard by the addition. He’s pretty busy in his own little world, so the sudden, constant presence of a girl ay throw him off for a moment - he probably missed the memo about her addition. It won’t take him very long to warm up to her once he realizes she is not a staff member nor an impressively persistent fan. At the same time, he’s also not going to be one to actively try to force a friendship. Both will let things fall into place and create a comfortable friendship. Sure, from time to time she might enjoy making a joke at his expense to watch that adorable confusion flood his attractive features, but this also have a very strong professional relationship as well - helping one another improve the choreography or compositions of songs together. They work very well together and she seems to have an amazing way of translating/putting things into new perspective for Lay that is incredibly helpful and he totally loves her for it - platonically, of course.

Baekhyun: I almost feel sorry for the girl. Between this one and Chanyeol, it’s amazing that she hasn’t been smothered to death within the first minute of her arrival. Baek is immediately struck with an insatiable curiosity about her. The poor girl is going to have a hard time keeping up with the amount of excitement this boy has over her addition. He’s a little too eager to form a friendship and that may be a little overwhelming for her at first. Over time, they will probably end up developing a very strong bond and she becomes another force to flee from when you get her together with ChanBaek. The amount of energy and loudness they bring out in each other is more than enough to clear a room - or a whole dorm. The rest of the group is going to have their hands full when these kids get on a roll. Aside from that, there is another side to their friendship that is significantly more tolerable. Chill movie nights and fierce concentration when it comes to work, they will have a way of bringing out the best in one another and helping to improve vocally with shared tips and tricks for each other.

Chen: Putting these two together can also have the effect of clearing a room, but for a completely different reason. There seems to be a perpetual argument going on between them and no one understands exactly what it is about. They bicker enough to be mistaken as a married couple. BUT this is actually all in good fun. As odd as it is, these sarcastic comments and snarky jokes are their way of bonding. They will have these weird little ‘fights’ over the silliest things. “Hot cocoa and hot chocolate are two different things!” “You’re two different things.” “Your mum is two different things.” “Yeah… At least she knows March comes before April.” “That was one time!” Most of the time, it’s actually a point of amusement to the other members to watch these two war over things that don’t even make sense, but it definitely gets on nerves from time to time as well. Beyond this constant ‘struggle’, there is actually a very tight bond of challenging each other and helping one another to improve whether it’s vocally, mentally or whatnot. There’s a great friendship there.

Chanyeol: As the third part of the ChanBaek-Female tripod, he too will have immense energy and volume when he’s with the others. There seems to always be a little party going on when the three are allowed to be too close together. It’s like a nuclear reaction is set off; though, it can also be quite hilarious to watch the three get goofy with one another. But unlike Baekhyun, his relationship with her, when they aren't all together, is almost a complete 180 difference. As soon as Chanyeol learned about this girl’s musical talents, their one-on-one time tends to revolve around exactly that. Instead of movies or gaming together, these two have a tendency of staying up all hours of the night creating all sorts of music together. He’s all sorts of tickled pink to have found someone with as much interest in composing and producing as himself. Their special bond stems from a small mixing/production tip that she shared with him that basically blew his mind and changed the way he produced songs forever. They share a suffering of insomnia, but this also helps them each relieve stress and grow much stronger as musicians which in turn boosts their confidence and makes them better performers as a result.

D.O: At first, this addition would actually worry him a bit. He’s not sure how to act around a girl that’s going to be around all the time, not to mention singing with him from now on. It’s one thing to do an acting gig or duet with someone, but now he’s kind of battling yet another person for parts. This thought will quickly blow over and Kyungsoo’s sweet side will make its appearance. Instead of being salty about having to share vocals with another person, he will actually come to find great joy in helping her improve her vocal skills. From there, a very sweet friendship would form. He ends up kind of looking at her like a sister and really appreciates that she helps keep some of the others entertained so they are out of his hair… but at other times, she’s enemy #1 when she instead joins said members. She makes up for this when she helps out around the dorms with cooking and cleaning and making things all the more comfortable for all the members. She’s kind of like an invisible thread that holds them together even more than they were before her addition. D.O. will realize just how great it is to have her around and as a thank you, he’ll even teach her how to make his special kimchi spaghetti.

Tao: Oh goodness. This boy could not be happier! Now he has his very own shopping partner - whether she’s actually game or not. From time to time it may seem that he looks at her as a pet, there for his entertainment rather than another member of the group, but she’ll easily put him in his place before any of the other members even have the chance to open their mouths. She kind of ends up becoming like a maternal or big sister figure to him whether she’s younger or older than him. He has a tendency to cling to her. The group will see a nice deduction in his whining due to her skillful ‘training’.

Kai: When she first comes, the chaos that ensues is nothing short of Kai’s favorite point of amusement. He’ll love watching the others struggle to find their place with her around and war over her attention while he sits back and easily adjusts to her presence. It actually comes to be kind of relieving to have her around because of the way she interacts with each of the members and challenges them all to be better in one way or another. For Kai, she’s a great confidant for things he really didn’t want to talk to the other guys about. As close as he is with those guys and how some of them can have good advice from time to time, there is a refreshing perspective he can get from her without the worry of receiving teasing when he really just wants a serious conversation. Because of this, Kai has a bit of a soft spot for her and can get a bit protective of her when the others give her a hard time. He’s also #1 to volunteer to help her learn and improve the choreography. It is these dance practices that they become close and realize that they have found the person in the group they can each go to when they need to work out their thoughts of feelings.

Sehun: Let’s give a moment of silence - because that’s something the other members will never again get when these two are together. While Chen and her have a cute bickering going on, her and Sehun are a different story. It’s like there’s a battle for attention or something, but they seem to always be on each other’s case for one thing or another. And with a certain few members making comments about them acting like an old married couple, things definitely don’t get much better. But don’t worry too much. Though they seem to be perpetually at war with one another, they are also oddly protective of one another. It’s okay for either of them to say some things about the other, but it someone else were to ever speak ill about the other, that person would be in for an ear full. These two are pretty much like typical siblings, so much so that there are some people that wonder if she is his long lost sister or something. And his whining gets NOWHERE with her. He is not used to not getting his way and she is not one to fall for his maknae ‘charm’. At the end of the day, they can be a force to be reckoned with when they have a conjoined goal. Paired dance routine? They leave the audience in awe. Someone tries to interrupt their bickering? Suddenly they have a common enemy that they will have cowering for cover in .001 seconds flat. Sehun has indeed met his match.

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Quick Take: 2018 US Specialty Vehicles Rhino GX

MONTEREY, California — Now that the Hummer brand is more or less a memory, what’s a gal or fella in the market for a 4×4 that’s loud, excessively large, and in- your-face aggro supposed to do? Sure, there’re all manner of Jeeps and pickup trucks and Escalades, Suburbans, Navigators, and Expeditions out there and you can aftermarket the heck out of them for added attitude. But they’re a dime a dozen.

Sure, there’s the revamped Gelandewagen from Mercedes, which can now be ordered monster truck high from the factory. But, being European and still vaguely tasteful, G-Wagens are kind of inherently ponce-ified, no matter how jacked up you go. Ditto Range Rovers and Land Rovers, SUVs from Jaguar, Alfa and Maserati, or Bentley’s Bentayga and the new Rolls-Royce Cullinan, which isn’t so much the Rolls-Royce of SUVs as possibly the silliest Rolls-Royce in recorded history, not that this will hurt anyone’s bottom line any time soon.

But, the fact remains: all these things look like lighthearted garden follies set next to an H1 Hummer and all the malevolent anger it used to convey. As I was saying, what’s a bad mother to do?

Enter US Specialty Vehicles of Rancho Cucamonga, California, makers of the Rhino GX you see here: Ten thousand hulking pounds of custom SUV (13,500 lbs. when lightly armored), made in America from heavy rolled steel, and clearly offering no apologies for it. Or anything else for that matter, based as it is on a Ford F-450 Super Duty pickup chassis, which itself weighs 6,500 lbs. USSV tosses the bed and much of its bodywork, replacing these with an industrial-strength SUV body of formidable aggression, much metal and a few choice composites. Knobby tires thirty inches tall put one in mind of combat vehicles, as does a price tag—a Pentagon-cost-overrun-worthy $250,000, with an ability to be specced out to $400,000. Our test vehicle was appropriately finished Desert Sand, one of three factory colors, though the other two—Tactical Black and Military Green—also look and sound like they were ordered by a DoD procurement officer. You can also order any other color of your choosing so long as you’re willing to pay extra.

Like most military rigs, the Rhino GX is lucky to see the right side of 10 miles per gallon. And, as I’d suspected, it makes men, women, and children stand and salute.

Automobile Magazine‘s Jonathon Klein actually drove one of these things in 2016. But when USSV rang to invite me for a personal test drive of my own during the week of Pebble Beach festivities, I took a quick peek on the internet and found myself saluting, too. Would this scratch the itch, I wondered, that the departure of the H1, crude and overbearing behemoth that it was, left unsatisfied?

The Hummer question, I’d come to understand, was the right one to ask. Here’s why. USSV was the brainchild of Qingjie Tang, who also goes by the name Tim Tang. Born in China and a frequent return visitor to his now capitalist-friendly homeland, he’s a onetime GM mechanical engineer who moved from Michigan to southern California in the early 2000s to design, engineer, and fabricate limousine conversions. The firm’s most successful product was, in fact, the Hummer short stretch, but then the Great Recession came. The limo trade cratered and GM let Hummer go the way of Oldsmobile.

As Dani Tang, a company spokeswoman (no relation) allowed, it was time “to take a new direction.” The Hummer association informed the fresh thinking, and the result was the Hummer-adjacent Rhino GX, which first debuted in 2012 with a big order from China (where owing to taxes it costs almost twice as much).

The model we’re driving today is a second-generation version of the flagship. Launched in 2014, it’s still based on the F-450, with either Ford’s 6.7-liter Powerstroke V-8 diesel or its 6.9-liter V-10 gasoline powerplant. When the Rhino GX is sold abroad in countries with incompatible high-sulfur diesel—where, as it happens, most of its sales occur—it’s built on a gasoline-powered F-350 chassis and known as the G- (for General) Patton, under license from the legendary WWII military commander’s family foundation. Go figure. A new, smaller, cheaper model, the Rhino XT, is based on the Jeep Wrangler Unlimited chassis, and features two doors, an all-composite body, and a supercharged 360-horsepower V-6. More on that one day soon.

In a good year, spokeswoman Tang said, the company will sell thirty to forty trucks in the U.S. with another 120-150 abroad, China and the Middle East constituting—unsurprisingly, given their historic taste for the OTT—far and away the company’s biggest markets. Ms. Tang joined USSV’s dealer account manager, Alex Echevarria, and me as we took a test drive of the Rhino GV through the streets of Monterey and its neighboring environs early one weekend morning.

Despite an imposing distance between roof and tarmac of almost eight feet, lofting oneself up into the cabin proves not particularly difficult, even for those of less than NBA superstar height and athleticism. Once on board, the civilized tone of the inside of this extrovert machine similarly disarms. While the mechanicals are brawny and gruff, with a sophisticated hydraulic suspension at the rear upgrading the F-450 chassis’ spec, the Rhino GV more than splits the difference between an H1 Hummer and something more civilized, which is to say everything.

Ford switchgear abounds, which is itself an improvement over the H1, while generously restuffed Ford seats are comfy as you please. All surfaces are covered in leather, combining with an Alcantara headliner for an ambiance that is at once kind of elegant and heavy duty rugged, with noise levels while running that are reasonably subdued and highway-acceptable. Seating for up to seven patriots is provided, depending on whether or not one plumps for the more expensive, four-seat Executive version. In short, very little feels cheap, tacky, or appallingly underdeveloped. But then again, with prices starting at $275,000, nothing should. Actually driving the Rhino GX is simplicity itself for those familiar with larger, motorized land craft. With power everything, almost anyone could drive it if they had to.

Yet despite the practicality and comfort, Echevarria dismisses Range Rovers, Land Cruisers, Suburbans, and their ilk. In his experience, the Rhino GX’s real competition comes from expensive, obscurist offerings in the Judge Dredd class like the Terradyne Gurkha and Conquest Knight, with which the Rhino GX bears some outward similarity. “Those are similar vehicles,” he concedes, “but they are up armored to a B7 spec, military vehicles converted to civilian use. Our vehicle is aimed from the ground up to be a civilian car that you can drive every day.” That said, for an additional $100,000 a third party company will give your Rhino B6 level armor capability, “which is most rifle rounds, all handgun rounds. It protects against pretty much any kind of threat you might ever come across. Yeah, not so good for bombs. But if you’re dealing with bombs then it’s safe to say you’ve got bigger problems.”

USSV prides itself on customer service; its small American dealership network (three in California and one each in Nevada, Tennessee, Colorado, and Florida) addressed somewhat by the readily serviced Ford mechanicals. And with a small customer base, the company can afford to travel, Echevarria says, to address any customer needs. More than 25 dealers serve the big Chinese market, however. Why are we not surprised that Chinese mega-moguls gravitate more toward these land monsters than anyone?

Typical Rhino intenders, Ecchevaria explained, are “high net worth individuals. Lots of athletes. The Cleveland Indian Edwin Encarnacion took his Rhino to the Dominican Republic for his wedding. We have a selection of rappers.” (Tauheed Epps aka 2 Chainz, Florida rapper XXXTentacion, and Philadelphia’s Lil Uzi Vert.)

“But recently I’ve noticed that it’s a lot of everyday people that just want something very unique,” Ecchevaria continues. “Most of our clients have quite a collection of cars. So this is just adding to their collection. Most of our clients want something that’s not like a Range Rover that you see everywhere. They want something unique. They’re mostly male—99.999% male, in fact. I have one client in Colorado [whose] wife drives it. She saw the vehicle on the news during the Denver auto show and they drove down to view the car and she fell in love with it and she wanted it, so they bought it. So it’s actually her primary car. And most of our clients’ wives generally like to drive the car because they feel safe with it. When you’re driving something that’s 20 feet long, eight feet wide and eight feet tall, it’s got that presence. People get out of your way. And it weighs 10,000 pounds. You feel rather safe in it.”

And unlike that time a long time ago when I drove a civilian Hummer H1 on a highway trip of some distance, you at won’t find yourself looking for land mines to drive over just to put yourself out of your misery. For a certain kind of macho multi millionaire extrovert and his wife, the Rhino GX might be worth a second look.

2018 US Specialty Vehicles Rhino GX Specifications

ON SALE Now PRICE $250,000 (base) ENGINE 6.7L turbocharged OHV 32-valve V-8 diesel/450 hp @ 2,800 rpm, 935 lb-ft @ 1,800 rpm TRANSMISSION 5-speed automatic LAYOUT 4-door, 4-7-passenger, front-engine, 4WD SUV EPA MILEAGE 10 mpg (est combined) L x W x H 225 x 96 x 88 in WHEELBASE 106.3 in WEIGHT 10,000 lb (est) 0-60 MPH N/A TOP SPEED N/A

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Quick Take: 2018 US Specialty Vehicles Rhino GX

But, the fact remains: all these things look like lighthearted garden follies set next to an H1 Hummer and all the malevolent anger it used to convey. As I was saying, what’s a bad mother to do?

Like most military rigs, the Rhino GX is lucky to see the right side of 10 miles per gallon. And, as I’d suspected, it makes men, women, and children stand and salute.

2018 US Specialty Vehicles Rhino GX Specifications

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