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who's your bias? | kth

Everyone says idols shouldn’t date their fans. Little did you know the crazy sasaengs aren't the ones who might ruin your relationship. It might just be your boyfriend's best friends.

» pairing: idol!taehyung x music producer girlfriend!reader

» wc/date: 12.6k | January 2023

» notes: this was entirely self-indulgent 😂 i hope my taehyung whores enjoy my first idol au oneshot. also i wrote 80% of this while i was high and with no beta so if it's bad, now you know why

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» what was jai listening to? impatient - jeremih ft. ty dolla $ign

“Y/N, stop it right now.”

Your boyfriend breathes the command faster than you can even open your mouth to greet him. With a roll of your eyes, you put your phone on speaker and sit it on the floor beside you. Rummaging through the cardboard boxes littering your apartment is easier done with both hands.

“Why hello, Taehyung. What a pleasure to hear from you.”

“Are you seriously mad at me right now?” From the whine in his voice you’re positive he’s wearing a deep pout, bottom lip jutting out as far as it can. You love kissing his pouts away.

But not this time! And not just because you’re on opposite sides of the world.

“Shouldn’t you be asleep? It’s so late there and I’m sure you’re very tired from displaying your dick to all of America for three hours.”

The cardboard box in front of you has “BEDROOM” scribbled in your father’s handwriting on the side in thick, black Sharpie. It’s full of little trinkets and random decor. A Shooky plushie is crammed into the corner in between a cracked Army bomb and a small framed photo of you with your parents. You smile to yourself despite your boyfriend’s huffing over the phone. Your father had given you a strange look as he helped you pack the items as if to ask, Really? Do you really need these?

Just because you’re dating a member of BTS now doesn’t mean you can’t cherish your old BTS merch! It’s not weird, in your opinion. It would only be weird if you made it weird. And you weren’t making it weird.

“I did not display my dick!”

You roll your eyes for probably the fifth time while you ponder where to put Shooky. You'd kept it on your dresser in your old home in the States. Something tells you Taehyung won’t appreciate the lack of a Tata beside it.

“You were thrusting and throwing it around! And pointing at it while doing it, too!”

“Y/N!”

“Don’t Y/N me! I have my TikTok evidence!”

With your cracked Army bomb in hand, you open the app in question, scrolling through your favorited videos until you get to the one. The one uploaded only a day before. The one you’d texted to Taehyung which prompted his immediate phone call.

“And what does the caption say?” you ask but then cut Taehyung off before he can answer the question. “It says, and I quote, ‘I will never forget Taehyung doing this. I looped this for hours. Kim Taehyung lives in my head rent-free.’ Hashtag Taehyung. Hashtag HipsDon’tLie. With the woozy face emoji. And do we need to discuss the music choice?”

“Y/N, can you please-”

“Slut Me Out,” you deadpan in a monotone voice. “That is the song they chose for you.”

The other end is silent for so long you start to feel bad. Every time your jealousy spikes, you seem to act on impulse rather than thinking through how you might make Taehyung feel. Yes, he sometimes plays his part in the group a little too well, but you also knew that this was his job. It’s his job to make people get excited - excited for the music, the group, and himself as an idol.

Still, your opinion is the most important to him, and you know that.

“Jagiya…” Taehyung sniffles and you feel your heart shatter.

Fuck, you really are a bitch, aren’t you?

“Tae, I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry. I just… I don’t know, I didn’t really think anything of it. It’s just an act, y’know?”

You did know. Away from the stage and the cameras, Taehyung is quiet, almost shy. He’s happy to be a silent observer of whatever chaos his members create. He gifts everyone with puffy cheeks and boxy grins, sometimes a boisterous laugh that manages to make your heart soar every time. But the soft-spoken soul you listen to old school R&B with while you smoke strawberry swisher blunts on the balcony late into the night, and convince that yes, the apartment is soundly built and no, the balcony will not randomly fall out beneath you… That person is different from the person you see wearing a resting bitch face in interviews or the person who chews away at imaginary gum during concerts.

You find all versions of Taehyung endearing, although the fake gum chewing is kind of embarrassing if you wanted to be perfectly honest.

“I know, Tae. I’m sorry I’m being judgmental for no reason,” you insist and you hope he believes you. Complaints about his idol status typically resulted in red eyes and sniffles, yet sometimes you couldn’t stop yourself from pushing his pressure points despite his sensitivity.

Your apology puts Taehyung in a better mood because his following comment is cheekier than you expect.

“You get jealous a lot, jagi.” His smug tone is close to bringing back your irritation.

“I am not jealous of some fans in a stadium, thanks.”

“Good,” he says more cheerfully. “‘Cause I only have sights for you.”

That makes you laugh and you feel your earlier heaviness disappear. “You mean, you only have eyes for me?”

“Isn’t that what I said?”

You shake your head as if Taehyung can see you. A few photo strips are beneath Shooky in the cardboard box. You silently curse your father (respectfully and endearingly) for casually placing something so fragile in the bottom of a box. The photos are of you and Taehyung in a photo booth at a birthday party for an idol you didn’t know. An actor, you think. You thumb at one of the corners of the photo strip that has curled inward. Taehyung’s hair was straight then, and short, falling just above his ears. You much prefer the thick waves he wears now.

“You’re so cute.”

“Only for you.”

“Oh shut up, now you’re being corny.”

You’re not sure why, but you try to suppress the smile Taehyung’s light flirting coaxes out of you, even though he can’t see you. Accepting his teasing affection has always been hard for you. All the boys are too caring; it makes you uncomfortable, but not in a bad way. You’re just not used to men acting like that. They’re all very different from the men you’ve been around growing up. There’s a reason Taehyung can’t listen to you talk about your ex-boyfriends without getting pissed.

“Mmm, maybe. I’m also sleepy,” Taehyung slurs. His voice is so soft you almost can’t hear him, so you lift your phone to your ear rather than use the speaker setting. The smoothness feels like a lullaby gentle enough to carry you to sleep, even though it’s still daylight in Seoul.

“Goodnight, Kim.” You decide for him, knowing he would stay on the phone if you let him.

Confirming your thoughts, Taehyung grumbles when he speaks next. “I love you, jagi.”

“I love you, too.” People always talk about the “honeymoon phase” when the butterflies disappear and couples no longer feel the exciting draw toward each other anymore. It’s been less than a year since you started dating Taehyung, but you’re confident that your heart will always flutter when you hear those three words so confidently spoken. Taehyung had been the first to say it; something about that makes you even more sure of your relationship.

“Can’t wait to see you soon so I can slut you out.”

“... please go to bed and never say that ever again.”

In the distance, you hear someone start yelling. The noise is accompanied by a rather aggressive ruffling sound, as though Taehyung’s phone is being rubbed against fabric.

“Are you two having phone sex?” The second voice accuses, this time sounding much clearer.

“Hyung, leave me alone,” Taehyung whines. “Y/N, tell him to go away.”

You let out a long sigh, but the grin finally cuts through the hardened expression you try to maintain. “Goodnight, Jimin.”

It sounds like the two boys start physically fighting each other before Taehyung lets out a breathy, “Goodnight, baby,” accompanied by Jimin screeching something you can’t understand before the call ends.

With a shake of your head, you leave your phone on the floor and get up to position Shooky and your Army bomb on your dresser. You’ll figure out what to do with it later, you decide.

Later ends up being three more days of you giving a half-assed attempt to sort through the boxes. Your bedroom is mostly organized by the end of the week with only one more box remaining, shoved into the corner of the room. It’s a bunch of family keepsakes that will make you cry if you start looking at them.

Right now you want to make a beeline to the kitchen.

It’s hard not to trip over all the boxes that litter your apartment, most of them already torn open and half-empty. The kitchen hasn’t been fully unpacked, either, so you opt for instant ramen in the microwave rather than dig for utensils to cook a proper meal. It’s pretty bad. You and Taehyung are a terrible match; you both have no idea how to cook. There’s no point in all the fancy kitchenware your parents bought you. You’ll never master any of it. It’s not because you don’t put in any effort, like Taehyung. You’re genuinely shit at cooking.

And baking? That’s even worse.

You stand in the middle of your living room while you shovel ramen in your mouth. It’s too hot, so you inhale loudly through your teeth to cool the food off before it scorches your throat. There’s so much you need to do, and it’s making you nauseous thinking about it. Somewhere in the mix of boxes are your Hangeul textbooks that you should be studying in your free time instead of playing video games and video chatting with your friends. It’s only been a week and a half, but you already feel lonely without the constant presence of your friends and family. The boys have been on tour the entire time. Namjoon decided you moving to Seoul while they’re on tour would make your arrival less suspicious, and everyone would be more focused on the tour than whatever an unknown American music producer is doing.

In your opinion, Namjoon was overthinking the whole thing as he is wont to do. But you let him be bossy because you know his heart is in the right place. It’s not like the public knows you’re dating Taehyung. There hasn’t been any press or rumors about you at all. You’re genuinely unknown.

You prefer it that way.

Your fork scrapes the bottom of the bowl and you realize you’ve scarfed down the ramen without much thought. You suppose it’s easier to do that when you aren’t using chopsticks. (You’ve managed to master them, for the most part, but you prefer to fall back on forks when you’re alone at home.)

You place the bowl on top of the large cardboard box in front of the couch. It has the pieces for your coffee table inside, but you haven’t had the energy to put it together yet. The part of you that allows your feminism to leave your body whenever the boys are around is kind of hoping you can get one of them to build it for you. Maybe Yoongi. He’s into that kind of stuff.

With a sigh, you flop onto the couch and slip your phone out of your back pocket. A few Whatsapp and KakaoTalk notifications light up the screen. You used to be terrible at responding to texts, but moving halfway across the world has made you a better texter. It’s a way to fill the loneliness.

[Alex] hey bitch

[Alex] this 15 hour time difference sucks ass

[You] I’m sorry

[Alex] its fine. i’ll forgive you for chasing money and dick

[You] I’m not chasing dick omg

[Alex] dont lie

[Alex] whats that tiffany pollard meme

[You] Stop

[Alex] i know his dick is big. i know it! i know it’s big!

[You] I hate you

[Alex] you didnt deny it. anywayyy did you see this?

As much as you adore Alex, she’s an expert at getting under your skin. You remind yourself that it’s all harmless as you click on the link she texts you.

BTS' V woos fans with his casual rockstar visuals on his return from world tour

Kim Taehyung, also known professionally as V of BTS, was spotted at John F. Kennedy International Airport on Friday. The singer is reportedly returning early to South Korea ahead of his band members after completing the final performance of their…

You don’t know why you read the shitty k-pop tabloids. You figure it’s the same reason why people make a hobby out of watching bad movies. There’s a weird itch in the back of your brain that can’t be scratched unless you open the link Alex texts you— teasingly, of course, because she thinks she’s being funny. Your friends don’t understand the nauseous feeling you get when you scroll through the article and accidentally click on a link that takes you to an external website flaunting doctored photos of your boyfriend with Jennie Kim.

BTS’ V and BLACKPINK’s Jennie Spend Romantic Weekend in Paris

You know it’s a lie because the weekend in question was the same weekend Taehyung flew you to Seoul to do a final walkthrough of your apartment before you signed off on it. Taehyung spent every second of that weekend by your side.

The article makes you sick anyway.

You’re so caught up in trying to craft a text to Alex to explain why she needs to leave you the fuck alone that you don’t hear the sound of your apartment’s front door open over the music you’re listening to.

“I’m gone for a few months and I come home to you listening to some other band?”

“Holy shit, Tae, you can’t do that to me,” you yelp when Taehyung leans over the back of the couch to hover over your shoulder.

“Explain yourself.” His voice is warm honey and milk even when his strong eyebrows point downward in mock disappointment. The expression is almost convincing, his naturally sharp features making conjuring up a dark appearance easier.

“You can’t tell me Stray Kids’ new album isn’t good.”

“Jagiya, I just got home,” Taehyung whines. “Kiss me and stop thirsting over Australian boys.”

He touches your chin to tip your head backward. You lean your head against the back of the couch and look up at him. The position makes you think of the iconic Spiderman kiss, seeing Taehyung’s face upside down above yours.

“Y’know, I worked on a few of their songs. Before I met you.”

The confession is meant to tease him for making fun of your music choice. Of course, words’ impact often diverges from intent. It’s in the twist of his face and the way he pulls back slightly just before his lips brush against yours that you know you’ve made him jealous.

“Oh did you?” His hair hangs around his face as he leans over you.

“Mhm, Bang Chan’s accent is really cu—”

You shouldn’t be shocked when strong hands squeeze your waist and Taehyung hauls you off the couch to stand in front of him. He wraps his arm around your waist to pull you tightly against his chest.

“You didn’t work with any other groups before us, okay?”

You purse your lips to hold in the laughter that threatens to explode from your chest. All you can do is nod in agreement. It reminds you of girls getting upset when they remember their boyfriends dated other people before them.

“Good.”

Taehyung dips his head down to connect his lips with yours. The closeness of his body forces you to inhale his cologne and feel goosebumps travel down your arms. It’s been months since you’ve so much as held Taehyung’s hand and you feel like you’ve been starved. Your body trembles so severely that you dig your nails into his biceps to hold yourself upright. You moan into his mouth, already open and ready for you because Taehyung is nothing but giving.

The kiss isn’t bruising, not yet. It’s slow and deep. Taehyung takes his time reminding himself of your taste. You grip the nape of his neck to pull him down as you meet him by standing on your tiptoes. His height has always been one of your favorite aspects of his physical appearance. Dark, watchful eyes that pierce into your soul might be at the top of the list.

His tongue swirls around yours, only retreating to suck your bottom lip into his mouth. His teeth graze along the plump skin, each nibble making you dizzy in the head. You normally hate wet kisses, but there’s something satisfying about seeing Taehyung’s lips pink and shiny with your spit when he finally pulls away. Pride thrums in your chest; you did that. You made his tan skin flush pink. You made his eyes dark and sharp. You made his breathing ragged and desperate.

And, fuck, does it feel good.

You run your fingers along his sharp jawline and watch the muscles flex beneath his taunt skin. “Don’t clench your jaw like that. It’s not good for you,” you muse, allowing your fingers to skim over his Adam’s apple.

“I’m trying to stay calm.”

Your eyebrows fly up with concern. “What’s wrong?”

“Wanna bend you over the couch and fuck you until you can’t walk,” Taehyung says with such a gentle tone that the stark difference between what he says and how he says it has your body trembling once again.

You inhale sharply and let your hand fall from his throat. Instead, you reach for the lapels of his leather jacket and squeeze them.

“Why don’t you?”

You can’t look at him when you ask. Even though you’ve been dating for almost a year, Taehyung still intimidates the hell out of you sometimes. The darkness of his eyes when he gets horny sends you reeling. You’re sure if you look up, you’ll see The Look. He stares at you unabashedly with an expression of desire so strong you feel like he might consume you just by looking at you.

“You haven’t eaten yet and I need to take a shower.”

“How do you know I haven’t eaten yet?” With a pout, you finally dare to look your boyfriend in the face. The way he gapes at you is judgmental and doesn’t make you feel devour-worthy at all.

“I know you,” he scoffs. “You’re just like Jimin. I bet you haven’t even been awake more than two hours.”

Barely a year into your relationship and he’s already reading you like an open book. You can’t stay salty about it when his bread cheeks come out and he’s giggling at the frustrated “hmph” you let out.

“I’ll be fast,” he promises with a smirk that collapses into another fit of giggles. The hearty slap on your ass encourages you toward the kitchen while Taehyung makes his way to the bathroom.

You did already eat, but today is an outlier. Normally, you are like Jimin, staying up too late and sleeping in longer than everyone else. And sometimes you’re like Yoongi, too. You get so caught up in the songs you’re working on that you forget to stop to eat or pee or look somewhere other than at a computer screen.

The move to Seoul threw you off your usual work schedule. Everything you need to get done is looming over your head like a dark cloud. If Namjoon comes back before you finish editing the English lyrics of his upcoming single, you might die of embarrassment, no matter how many times Taehyung insists that Namjoon won’t be disappointed.

Taehyung wasn’t lying about being quick. He’s wearing a white cotton t-shirt and grey sweatpants when he returns, hair damp and swept away from his face. You’re still standing at the fridge, painfully aware of how little food you have. Plenty of grapefruit soju, though. Priorities.

“Do you want ramen?” You eventually ask. When Taehyung doesn’t respond, you turn to give him a sheepish smile. He probably thinks you’re ridiculous.

Taehyung is sitting at the kitchen table with your phone in his hands. His eyebrows scrunch together and he turns to you with narrowed eyes.

“Why were you looking at this?”

He lifts your phone in your direction. The doctored photos of him and Jennie glare back at you. You feel your heart drop into the pit of your stomach.

“Tae, I didn’t—” You snap your mouth shut because, honestly, it looks bad. It looks bad no matter how you explain yourself because Taehyung’s bottom lip is already quivering and you know you’re both replaying the stupid TikTok phone call in your heads right now.

The two of you stare at each other for only god knows how long. You’re the first to break; not many people can hold their own in a staring contest with Kim Taehyung. Yoongi is probably the only one. Jungkook would give a valiant effort, but he’d ultimately crumble in a fit of nervous giggles. Taehyung is scary when he wants to be.

Dating Taehyung started as an unbelievably exciting experience. You had your brush with fame before meeting the boys, but Taehyung was the first idol to give you genuine attention beyond whatever job needed to be done. Not that you’d ever sought it out; you had more dignity than that. No, Taehyung pursued you. Who could blame you when you fell head over heels for the sinfully gorgeous man who seemed larger than life? The long legs, big hands, and chiseled features were dangerous enough. Throw in a glowing personality, quirky sense of humor, and a big-hearted desire to care for others and you had a man who was too good to be true.

And who are you? Some dumb American kid with average looks, a standoff personality as a result of having a bit of social anxiety (and trouble acclimating to a new country), and a penchant for fucking things up. Maybe it was your fault for not seriously considering how hard it was going to be to date an idol.

“C’mere, jagi,” Taehyung murmurs, beckoning you.

You expected waterworks— hell, you’re ready to start crying yourself. Instead, Taehyung wears a tired but soft smile. He holds your waist as you climb into his lap, straddling him. He wiggles a little in the chair to adjust you more comfortably on his thighs.

“Koreaboo, really?” He gathers your face in his hands, thumbs running across your cheeks. His hands are soft and you regret not washing your face when you woke up. Sometimes it’s not fun to date someone as beautiful as Taehyung.

“It was an accident.”

You avoid his gaze, but Taehyung coaxes you back to look him in the eyes. It’s hard. There’s so much passion swimming in them. He blinks up at you with an earnestness that makes your heart ache because you’re always the one causing problems.

“They could have at least used better pictures of me,” he complains with an exaggerated pout.

“Maybe I’ll send them some from my private collection.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” Taehyung grins as he threatens you, so you grin back.

“Oh, I dare.”

Quick fingers dig into your sides and you let out an embarrassing squeal. Taehyung doesn’t let up on tickling you until you’ve got tears in your eyes and your threats to elbow him in the face start sounding a bit too real.

“Please don’t torture yourself with shit like that, okay?” He mumbles the request into your neck because your arms are thrown around his shoulders.

You slide your fingers into his hair to cradle his head against your chest. When you dig your nails into his scalp he lets out a low groan. Nothing about the position you’re in is sexual, but you’re quickly reminded that this is the most skin-on-skin contact you’ve had with your boyfriend in months. With that fact in mind, you don’t feel bad when you scoot further into his lap and squeeze his thighs with your own.

“Tae?”

“Hmm?” When he tilts his head back to look up at you, he’s got that spacey, blissed-out look on his face.

“Tell me you love me.” You place your finger against the little freckle on the tip of his nose.

The slow, boxy grin is almost better than hearing the words. Your finger migrates to touch the freckle on his lip.

“I love you with all my heart.” He punctuates the confession with a kiss on the tip of your finger. “Your turn.”

You roll your eyes, but it’s the reaction he’s looking for.

“I love you, too. You dork.”

“So romantic,” he laughs, but the amusement doesn’t reach his eyes. Instead, he watches you with lust darker than what consumed his expression earlier.

You sit with your breath burning in your lungs as Taehyung slips his hands beneath your baggy t-shirt. His smooth palms slide up your rib cage until he reaches your tits, palming one in each hand. The tilt of his chin tells you he wants another kiss, and who are you to deny him what he wants? You dig your nails in his hair harder while you kiss him, tugging to angle his head in the direction you want. Small moments like this give the appearance that you’re in control. And Taehyung loves domming while you both pretend you’re the one in charge.

He pulls back with a wet smack. If it was anyone else, you’d be ashamed of the whimper that sounds from your throat as Taehyung removes his hands from your shirt. You grip his hair tighter, but Taehyung just chuckles.

“So needy. What am I going to do with you?”

You could give him a couple of ideas. There isn’t time, though. Taehyung is already grasping your chin and tilting it down.

“Open up for me, okay?”

Your cheeks grow hot as you open your mouth. You already know where this is going, so you stick out your tongue. Still, it’s difficult not to squirm when Taehyung presses his index and middle fingers flat against the wet muscle.

“Suck.”

You swallow around his fingers, sucking as best you can as he begins to thrust them into your mouth. It’s vulgar, the wet suctioning sound of his fingers dragging against your tongue. In and out, a steady pace that doesn’t go too fast. Taehyung has such long, gorgeous fingers. You quite enjoy when he wrecks your insides with them until you’re on the brink of tears. Which you’ve come to find is something Taehyung thoroughly enjoys doing.

“You miss having your pretty mouth stuffed?”

You know any attempt at a spoken response will come out as a garbled mess. You whimper, eyes fluttering closed as you swirl your tongue around his fingers. You push your tongue in between his fingers and curl around them.

“Gonna suck my cock like this, jagi?” He purrs the question, ending it so breathy it’s almost a moan as he eases over the term of endearment. “Show me how much you miss me, hm?”

Maybe it’s the deep, sensual way he purrs jagi with heavy eyelids and that crooked smirk on his face. Maybe it’s because he bites his lip when he says it or that he lets his lip go with such slowness that you can see the way his teeth scrape across his plump bottom lip as it falls back into place. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s shoving his fingers just a bit deeper into your mouth. Maybe it’s all of these things that make you shift so that you can press your clothed pussy against Taehyung’s thigh.

He flexes the muscle as you start rutting against it, rolling your hips to the rhythm of his fingers gliding in and out of your mouth.

“Look at you.” His lips brush against the curve of your ear, sending a shiver down your back. “So desperate for me that you’re going to get off on only my thighs?”

You’re not the type to be able to orgasm just from rutting and friction like this, but Taehyung has managed to learn your body faster than you ever expected. He slips his free hand beneath the waistband of your leggings and underwear. It’s the quick circling of his thumb against your throbbing clit combined with the rutting of your hips that sends you over the edge.

“That’s it, baby, you did so well,” Taehyung whispers praise against the skin his lips have access to on your collarbones as you shudder in his lap. “Love seeing you cum, fuck, doing this shit over KakaoTalk fucking sucked.”

Taehyung finally removes his fingers from your mouth when you stop moving. Seeing the string of spit that connects his fingers to your lips makes you feel weak, but you’re riding the high of his praise and skillful fingers, so you don’t care.

He wipes your spit onto his sweatpants and gently holds your chin with his other hand. He gives you a soft smile and rubs his thumb over your bottom lip. You can taste yourself when you flick your tongue over the trail his thumb left.

“I missed you so much,” he admits with a gentle kiss on your lips. “And not just because of this. I missed all of you, everything about you, just being with you.”

“I missed you, too.”

It’s meant to be a confirmation of your mutual love, but it comes out like a whine. You know Taehyung doesn’t mind from the way his eyes zero in on your tongue running along your bottom lip. You don’t have to say anything more for him to know what you want. He nods once and you’re almost immediately on your knees between his legs.

“Fuck.” He leans back in the chair and lifts his hips so you can tug his sweatpants down his thighs. “Gonna be good for me, baby?”

You quickly nod your head, though you’re focused on gently taking Taehyung’s cock in your hand. Alex isn’t wrong. Taehyung’s dick is big, but that doesn’t mean you have to go around talking about it. That’s for you to know and for others to wonder about.

You had to sign an NDA before you were allowed to see it, anyway, but you’d keep your mouth shut even if no legal action would be taken against you for gossiping.

“Kiss it first.”

He tongues the inside of his cheek as he watches you. His eyelids droop lower when you plant a puckered, open-mouthed kiss on the head of his cock. You press the tip of your tongue against the slit to lick at the precum already leaking from him. The buck of his hips isn’t unexpected, but you feel like you need to remember how to do all of this after being away from him for so long. Not to mention how tired your jaw is about to be.

Taehyung seems to sense your hesitation because he allows his body to go slack beneath you. The hand that has reached down to dig into your scalp doesn’t let up, but he doesn’t push your head down like he normally would when you finally slide his cock down your throat.

He doesn’t buck his hips again, even when you drool so much that the inside of his thighs become just as wet as yours. You squeeze the base of his cock, twisting your wrist to the rhythm you’ve established when you can’t take all of him into your mouth.

You reach down to gently roll his balls with your free hand. His cock twitches against your flattened tongue and you hum with satisfaction.

“God, your fucking mouth–”

You make eye contact with Taehyung as your hand ventures lower. There’s nothing more beautiful than the way his face crumples with pleasure when you massage his perineum.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop,” he whines.

You ease up slightly but still suckle on the head of his cock for longer than Taehyung wants. Why not have a little fun? All you’ll end up doing is riling him up even more, and that can only be a good thing for you.

Taehyung digs his fingers into your hair and yanks you up. It stings, but the pain might as well be white-hot pleasure once Taehyung is praising you with a gravelly voice.

“You’re too fucking good at that.”

You don’t even like sucking dick, but you’d do it all day, every day if Taehyung asked you to. But since he made you stop, you have other priorities to take care of, like the fact that there are way too many layers of clothes separating you from your boyfriend. While you were on your knees for him, Taehyung removed his shirt. The white cotton is discarded on the floor beside the chair and his half-dry hair is tousled around his head in a messiness only he could successfully pull off.

After wiggling out of your leggings and underwear, you climb back onto Taehyung’s lap. His broad chest shudders beneath your touch as you run your hands down to meet his soft tummy. His responsiveness strokes the ego you didn’t realize you have.

“Y’know, you never gave me the chance to ask you how travel went.”

“Seriously?” He knows you’re teasing, but you like the mock-irritated tone of his voice. It makes his chest rumble.

You use your grip on him to stabilize yourself as you grind into his lap. You scrape your nails at the nape of his neck and suck on his bottom lip. Taehyung moans into your mouth, low and throaty, when his cock glides through your wet folds as you roll your hips. He lets you pull his hair, head falling back to expose the smooth plane of his throat. Your lips leave his to latch onto his throat instead. The kisses you give him are slippery and biting and hot.

“No hickeys, Y/N.”

Taehyung’s scolding is deep and sharp; you both know he’s not fucking around. It’s a command he has had to throw your way more than once. The idea of marking him up is just so appetizing, but you know you can’t. Sure, makeup can make just about anything disappear, but it’s annoying to deal with and Taehyung isn’t particularly a fan of the side looks the makeup artists give each other when they see dark bruises littering his neck and collarbones.

Maybe you’ll give him just a tiny one and suffer the consequences later.

You cling onto him tighter when you feel two of his fingers slip inside of you. Spreading your thighs as wide as you can without throwing off your balance on the chair, you roll your hips into Taehyung’s hand to take his fingers deeper.

“Please,” you moan against his neck. You can smell your shampoo and body wash on him. Something about him smelling like you makes you feel overwhelmingly possessive. He’s yours. Kim Taehyung is yours.

He turns his head to the side to capture your lips with his own as he snakes his arm around your waist. The position allows him to pull you tightly against his chest. He holds you in place as he starts thrusting his fingers into your pussy just as he had thrust them into your mouth.

Taehyung grunts as he keeps his legs spread in the chair, which in turn forces your thighs open when you try to squeeze them closed around his hand.

“Stay still.”

“Can’t.” You shake your head and thread your fingers through his hair, tugging the strands harder.

It’s too much; Taehyung lights a fire against every inch of your body each time he touches you. If he was anyone else, you’d be singed, but Taehyung takes such good care of you. You’re not singed. You’re ignited.

“You have no fucking idea,” Taehyung takes a deep breath, “No fucking idea how badly I’ve been craving you.” He warms you up with each thrust of his fingers, adding a third until you’re clawing at his shoulders.

“So, ahh fuck, fuck me,” you gasp, your mouth hot against the corner of his jaw. Your teeth scrape against his skin and he merely lets his head fall back to give you more.

“No please?”

You bite his cheek in defiance and get a slap to the ass that only makes you want to bite him more.

“Don’t be mean to me,” you whimper.

Taehyung’s steady rhythm against your front wall has your orgasm burning so hotly in your core that you feel like you’re going to cum if he even so much as turns his head to look at you one more time.

Your thighs are already sore by the time Taehyung removes his fingers from your pussy. He uses your sticky arousal as lube to stroke his cock and you don’t want to think about how excited you are about this.

“Hurry up.”

Taehyung raises his eyebrows at you just as he grips the inside of your thigh with one hand. The other he uses to line his cock with your body. You can feel the head press against your entrance, and you try to push your body down to swallow him whole, but Taehyung holds you up to stop you.

“Impatient cockslut, aren’t you?” Taehyung chides.

His previously spacey look is sharpened by the sparkle of mirth in his eyes. Your body tenses when he spits the insult at you, and he knows it’s making your clit throb even harder.

“Tae.” You bite your lip because you’re close to begging at this point.

Luckily, you don’t have to. Taehyung presses down your hip and you quickly take the lead, easing yourself onto his cock until you’re fully seated on his firm thighs.

Your body burns from the stretch it has to make to accommodate him, but you knew it would. Even when you’re fully adjusted to him, there’s always a bit of a stretch. He also knows he has to let you ease into it to avoid slamming himself straight into your cervix. The first time it had happened, Taehyung genuinely thought he’d broken you. You kind of thought so, too, if you were going to be perfectly honest. The struggle of having a big-dicked boyfriend.

“Okay?” He’s watching you with those lustful, dark eyes.

“Mhm,” you hum because you’re afraid of the way your voice will quiver if you try to say real words.

You’re so full, it’s a bit overwhelming. Not just physically, but emotionally, too. You missed Taehyung a lot, but holding onto each other in such an intimate position is making you realize just how lonely you were without him.

“I’m gonna move, okay?”

He waits until you silently nod your head before he adjusts in the chair, scooting down slightly to spread his legs better. You allow him to adjust your legs, bending them at the knee and hooking them over the arms of the chair. With a tight grip on your ass, Taehyung pulls you down onto his cock at the same time he thrusts up into you.

The pace Taehyung sets is desperate, but you don’t care. Your second orgasm is approaching at an alarming speed. It feels like it’s taking all of your energy to simply stay grounded with reality as Taehyung squeezes you and your hips crash into each other. You don’t even try to do anything, just let him take over your body as he pounds into you. For the most part, you’re a pillow princess and you both know it. Besides, how can you possibly keep up with someone so athletic? Taehyung’s stamina is ridiculous. Neither of you has an overstimulation kink, but Taehyung’s ability to just go and go and go might as well have given you one. None of this has ever bothered Taehyung, though. He likes giving more than receiving.

“Oh fuck.” Taehyung nips at the base of your neck when you clench around his cock just to feel him shiver.

There aren’t any rules about him marking you up. The petty side of him likes when you wear the dark bruises in the open, with no makeup or clothing to hide them. It’s a satisfying game he likes to play. He likes that everyone knows you’re getting dicked down and, therefore, are taken.

You like the secret satisfaction of knowing it’s Kim Taehyung who gives you those marks, and no one even knows.

What you don’t like is thinking about all the other people Taehyung may have enjoyed giving marks to.

It’s hard not to let your mind wander. Taehyung has never talked to you about his previous relationships, and there’s no way for you to know about them if he doesn’t tell you. The media can’t be trusted to accurately report idols’ love lives; today has been a perfect example of that. You’re stuck with only your imagination to make up all kinds of scenarios. Maybe Taehyung has been with other k-pop idols, or models, or actresses - people with more money, who are prettier and more sophisticated than you. Hell, you’ve never even asked him about his sexuality. What if he really has been fucking Jungkook! What if they’re in love and you’re just something temporary?

“I was made for you, jagi. You know that?” Taehyung’s breath is hot against your skin. His words are gentle, but the power with which he thrusts up into you is bruising. “Made for you.”

It’s as if he can read your mind, as if he can somehow sense the insecurities threatening to pull you out of the moment. As always, Taehyung manages to bring you back to the present.

Fuck, sometimes you wish he wouldn’t do shit like this to you. You’re already pathetically in love with him. You can’t imagine what more could come next, yet you feel yourself practically bursting from the seams with love.

Your moans fall in line with the sound of the chair scraping the floor and your skin slapping against Taehyung’s with every thrust. When your mouth falls open, Taehyung presses his thumb against your tongue. With eyes fluttering closed, you suck on his thumb and try to hold on as your body rocks up and down.

“Fuck, fuck, oh, god, Taehyung.”

“Yeah, jagi?” Taehyung pulls down on the corner of your mouth until his thumb is dragging spit across your cheek. “Tell me.”

His voice is so soothing it makes you want to cry. It’s unfair.

“You feel so fucking—“

It’s the slick pressure of his thumb massaging your clit that finally has you arching your back with a scream of Taehyung’s name. You’re so loud that you worry your neighbors heard you. There are plenty of people named Taehyung in the world, though, right? He could be any Taehyung.

If you ask Taehyung later, he’ll probably say he can’t even remember his own name because of how tightly you clench around his cock when you cum. The feeling is so overwhelming that you think you might pass out from holding your breath. You gasp, inhaling more air than you exhale, but Taehyung keeps going. Every subsequent thrust knocks the air out of you until you have the opposite problem and now you can’t keep any air in.

“I’m gonna…”

“Go ahead, baby. Cum inside me.”

Taehyung whimpers into the crook of your neck as he cums, the suggestiveness of your permission not lost on either of you. You’re on birth control and Taehyung knows a kid would probably ruin his career. So it doesn’t actually mean anything when you tell him he can stay inside; you’re not getting pregnant any time soon. Still, he gets off on coming inside of you, even if he doesn’t want to admit it.

“I was going to make a joke that I should go on tour more often if that means I’ll cum that hard again, but I think I don’t want to go on tour ever again,” Taehyung admits with a shaky laugh.

Just the idea of Taehyung leaving you for months on end again makes your stomach twist. He brings so much life to everywhere he goes, and you felt like much of that life left you when he did. Even if it was only temporary.

Taehyung holds you until his cock is no longer twitching inside of you. Once his arms finally fall to his side, you try to untangle yourself from the chair as his body, but your limbs might as well belong to someone else.

“Help,” you squeak hoarsely. You feel like covering your face when Taehyung laughs.

Taehyung helps you out of his lap, though you both are so wobbly on your feet that you hold onto the edge of the kitchen table when you stand. Taehyung looks wrecked, and you feel wrecked. You’re not sure your knees will ever work properly again.

“Why are we still listening to Stray Kids?” Taehyung grumbles when he realizes the speakers are still playing in the background.

“It’s a good album.”

“We should be fucking to my songs.” Taehyung pauses for a moment, thinking.“‘Christmas Tree’ is a fuckable song, right?”

“You’re joking.”

Taehyung shakes his head and reaches for your phone. His face is programmed to unlock your phone, just like your face unlocks his phone. You don’t understand how he can stand butt naked in the kitchen, cum all over his thighs, and search for the jazz playlist he made on your Spotify account.

(“Jazz Hands, Y/N. It’s a vibe.”)

Once his playlist has replaced Stray Kids, Taehyung wraps you up in a giant bear hug that lifts you off your feet. The hug nearly knocks the air out of you.

“Can’t believe you made me dirty after I just showered.” You can’t see his pout, but you can hear it.

“You’re the one who started this.”

Taehyung scoffs. He starts walking down the hallway, practically dragging you in his arms as he goes. Your toes barely reach the ground, but you’re more content to let your body fall slack and make him do all the work.

He kicks open the bathroom door and sits you down on the counter.

“No, you did this. You looked at me with those pretty eyes and said, ‘Tae’.” He tries to mimic your voice by moaning his name. “I’m a weak, weak man. You influenced me. I just wanted you to eat.”

“Well, I did eat.”

Taehyung presses his lips together. “Don’t say it.”

“I’m gonna say it.” You lean forward on the edge of the counter, trying to get in Taehyung’s space, but he’s ignoring you as he prepares the shower.

“Y/N.”

“I ate…”

“Stop.”

“Deez nuts.”

Taehyung drags his hands down his face, leaving his skin red. His reaction makes you giggle.

“Technically you only played with deez nuts. Your mouth, sadly, did not ever come near my—” He tries to correct you, but you’re already throwing a scrunchie at his face.

“You’re ruining the joke!”

“It’s a bad joke!”

Maybe your sense of humor is way better than his, but as you suffer another Taehyung tickle attack, you can’t help but feel ridiculous for how you’d behaved earlier. How can he look at you with sparkling eyes and a boxy smile that makes him laugh with his teeth, hand coming up to cover his face when you give him your poutiest of pouts— how can you see such genuine kindness and think Taehyung would ever do anything to jeopardize what you have?

“Wassup motherfuckers!”

You raise your eyebrows at Namjoon and tap the end of your chewed pen against your computer screen. Biting pens isn’t sanitary or cute but you do it anyway. The man’s eyes aren’t on your pen cap, though. He’s staring a hole into the podcast you pulled up because you know he doesn’t want to look at you.

“Namjoon, why did you start the episode like that? This is not your Automatic Dick era,” you say with a deep sigh.

“Beoryeo.”

“Excuse me?”

“The song. It’s called ‘Throw Away’, not… Automatic… Dick…” His correction dies on his tongue when he sees the exasperated look on your face.

“That is not the point.” You shake your head and exit the website. You’re not in charge of PR. That’s someone else’s problem.

Your attention turns to the newest draft of the song you’ve been stressing out about since you arrived in Seoul.

“This, though? This is fucking beautiful.” You adjust your laptop on the coffee table so Namjoon can better view the document. The two of you are at the dorm, lounging in the living room.

There are a lot of highlighted lines and many comments throughout the document. You wish you were like the members who scribbled their lyrics in cute leather journals, but your brain is too much of a disaster and broken by technology. If you don’t have your laptop, you can't write lyrics for shit.

“How are you so eloquent in Korean, but in English, you’re so…” You wave your hands around like you’re rifling through the air for the rest of your sentence.

“Casual?”

“Yes.” Sure, we’ll go with that, Joonie.

“Well, that’s why I’ve got you!”

At least he thinks you’re eloquent. The boys probably think you’re spending all your time in your office easily pulling masterpieces out of your ass when in reality you’re Googling, “what's the word for when you can't remember a word?”

It’s lethologica, by the way.

You love Namjoon, but sometimes you think he has too much faith in you. Writing songs is hard. He of all people would know that. The difference between you and Namjoon is that when Namjoon struggles with writing he gets all emo, buys a bunch of weird furniture, and flies to another country to look at foreign art. When you struggle with writing, you just go home and play video games with Taehyung until you’re ready to try again.

You’re both practicing avoidance, but Namjoon’s method just looks a little more dramatic than yours. Despite his assumptions, that doesn’t mean you’re better at handling yourself. You just do things differently.

“We’re so lucky to have Jagi PD!”

Namjoon groans and covers his head with the hood of his hoodie as Jungkook flies into the living room.

Strong hands cup your armpits to lift you off of the couch. While Jungkook is crushing every bone in your body as he hugs you, all you can think about is how you were kind of a little bit sweaty, and now Jungkook has his hands all in your armpits.

“Jungkookie, don’t pick people up without their consent.”

Hobi enters the room behind the younger man and gives him a stern look which makes Jungkook immediately put you down on your feet.

“Sorry, Y/N,” Jungkook says with a pout and galaxies in his eyes. You give his shoulder a playful smack. His baggy black t-shirt sticks to his skin, and you’re less worried about being sweaty. Jungkook is soaked.

“Don’t worry about it, kid. I’m tough.” You flex your nonexistent muscles to make the precious maknae laugh his pout away.

“You should come train with us, Jagi.”

“Jungkook,” Namjoon exclaims from where he still sits on the couch.

He turns to his friend with wide eyes. “What?”

“Stop calling Y/N ‘jagi’. Taehyung is going to kill you.” This time Jimin pipes up.

You hadn’t realized he’d entered the room, too. The three newcomers are varying degrees of sweaty with pink cheeks and wearing workout clothes. You suppose they’ve just come back from working out or perhaps a dance practice. They’ve all been back from tour for a few weeks now, but if there’s one thing you’ve learned about the Bangtan Boys it’s that they never fucking rest.

It’s exhausting just to think about it.

“It’s okay,” you say with a shrug. “I think ‘Jagi PD’ is pretty fucking funny, to be honest.”

The nickname Jungkook created for you is cute in your opinion. You are a music producer. Jagi PD is better than using your last name. It could be like your stage name. Maybe you can get Namjoon to credit you as Jagi PD under the songs you write. Using your first and last name seems lame when it’s paired with fun names like SUGA, RM, j-hope, and Slow Rabbit.

“Pretty fucking funny,” Jungkook repeats. He gives the other men a triumphant look before launching himself onto the couch with Jimin.

Hobi chooses to sit on the couch on the opposite side of the room with Namjoon. From the way Namjoon has nestled back into his seat, it’s clear that his song will have to wait. It’s for the best. You’re not thinking about music anymore.

You can’t blame Jungkook for interrupting your work, but the true source of distraction saunters into the room with his arms full of grocery bags.

“Hey, jagiya,” Taehyung greets you sweetly with a kiss on your forehead as he walks through the living room to get to the kitchen. The final two men, Jin and Yoongi, trail behind Taehyung with their own bags.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Jimin give Jungkook a pointed look when Taehyung uses the term of endearment.

“What are you guys making?” Jungkook is curled up against the arm of the couch with his phone in hand. He’s holding it sideways which makes you think he’s probably playing In The Seom. The app is old news by this point, yet Jungkook’s attention is still consumed by it. It’s hilarious.

You wish you could meet the game developers. Whoever made Taehyung’s character look so fucking feral deserves a raise.

“You’re gonna cook?” You don’t hide your shock at the idea that Taehyung would be cooking anything, and that makes everyone laugh.

“I’m making dinner,” Yoongi clarifies. “And it’s a surprise, so stop paying attention to me.” He shoos Jin and Taehyung out of the kitchen.

Jin sits on the couch with Jimin and Jungkook, while Taehyung sits with you. The armchair really only seats one person comfortably, but you wiggle so Taehyung can sit half next to you and half under you. He arranges your legs to drape over his lap. It’s nice, being this close. You can snuggle into his side and let him wrap his arms around you without worrying about who can see or what people think. All the boys are supportive of your relationship with Taehyung. It’s a bit frustrating that there’s no way for you to fully express how appreciative you are.

“Well, what are we supposed to do?” From the couch in the living room, Jungkook shoots Yoongi a glare as if Yoongi’s request for some alone time while he cooks is a personal attack.

Yoongi snorts and turns his back on Jungkook to begin unloading the groceries. “I don’t know, talk to each other.”

“You guys are boring. I only want to talk to Y/N.” You’re not sure how you’ve become Jungkook’s favorite, but it’s exceptionally endearing.

“You’re not even going to pay attention,” Namjoon points out. “Always on that damn phone.”

He’s still got his hood up, and he looks like he was half-asleep. No one but you gets the joke, so Namjoon nods his head in your direction before returning to his slumped position.

“I like watching Jimin-ssi’s character spin around in little circles.”

“It’s cute, isn’t it?” Jin chimes in. “He looks so small.”

The glares Jimin shoots everyone in the room are terrifying. You think about something you’d heard someone say: the shorter the person, the closer to hell they are. Something dramatic that only a tall person would say.

“All the characters are the same size,” he exclaims. “And I don’t do that!”

“Yes, you do. There are fanmade compilation videos of you spinning around, Jimin-ssi! I’ve watched them,” Jungkook confesses with full confidence.

A small squeal sounds from the opposite side of the room. You turn to see Hobi practically bouncing on the couch.

“Please, can we watch some? I want to hear the cute sound effects.”

A pillow flies across the room, and Hobi just barely dodges it. Jimin crosses his arms firmly against his chest and scowls as Jin and Jungkook enthusiastically agree and Hobi snatches the TV remote before anyone else can.

“At least watch a video that isn’t about me doing something embarrassing,” Jimin breaks down enough to plead (not beg!) with Hobi. He eyes the room and his gaze falls on Taehyung. A small smirk twitches at the corner of his mouth and you feel Taehyung slowly exhale. “We should watch one about TaeTae.”

You try to cover your laughter with a cough, but Taehyung applies a light slap to your thigh in retaliation.

“Why me?” he pouts.

“Yes! Let me pick!”

“Jungkookie, no. It was my idea.” Hobi scrolls through his phone until his face lights up with glee. “I’ve watched this one before and it’s so cute, Y/N, you’re going to love it.”

“The suspense is killing me.” You wiggle your eyebrows at Taehyung. The rolled eyes you’re met with feel like a victory.

“Okay, it’s called, BTS struggling to understand ‘Tae-tae language’,” Hobi prefaces while the video loads on the TV.

Jin laughs at the loud snort you let out. “TaeTae language is hard to understand.”

“Maybe you guys aren’t creative enough to understand me,” Taehyung scoffs.

“Hey! I understand you!” Yoongi protests from the kitchen.

Taehyung looks like he might say more, but the video interrupts him. It starts with highlights from the comments section of previous videos. One comment mentions Namjoon being their bias.

“Is that weird? Like, to watch this kind of stuff and hear people talk about their biases?” If you were famous, you were absolutely positive that you’d never Google yourself. You would not want to know what kind of weird shit was out there about you, even something as seemingly innocent as silly compilation videos.

“I think it’s funny,” Jimin says with a smirk and half-moon eyes. “I’m everyone’s bias, anyway.”

“That’s not what TikTok says.” Jungkook turns his nose upward at Jimin, though his eyes never leave his phone. It’s a shame In The Seom didn’t allow him to drown Jimin in the ocean, or he totally would have done it by now.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Just check how many videos there are under my hashtag.”

Jimin snorts with a roll of his eyes, seemingly dismissing Jungkook’s claims. But you see him twist on the couch so the younger man can’t see that Jimin pulls up TikTok on his phone. As if TikTok was the end all, be all. You want to tell them it’s impossible to know who’s the most “popular” or whatever, but you know that conversation is futile.

“Y/N, you were Army before you started dating Tae!” You can practically see the light bulb going off in Hobi’s brain. Or, rather, the Army bomb. “Who was your bias?”

Hobi’s question barely leaves his lips when the room grows quiet. Seven pairs of eyes stare at you expectantly, including your boyfriend’s. You keep your eyes on the TV, though you aren’t seeing the compilation video playing anymore.

“I don’t know. I didn’t have a bias. Y’know, OT7 and all that shit.”

Suddenly, the room erupts. Screeches of protests and arguments are shouted across the living room, the boys yelling on top of one another and slewing insults at each other.

“Oh come on, Y/N, tell us!” Hobi whines.

“Yeah, we wanna know! We won’t judge you.” Pulling this precious information out of you is so vital that Jungkook looks away from his phone long enough to give you a pouty face.

“It’s obviously me. I’m Worldwide Handsome.”

“Leave her alone, guys.” Taehyung shifts in his seat and adjusts how your legs drape over his lap. His large hands massage soft circles into your calf muscles. “This is so childish.”

“Right. A bias is just whoever a fan is partial to,” Namjoon says with a shrug. “What matters is that fans support us as seven.”

“No, a bias is the one the fan wants to fuck the most.” This time Jungkook doesn’t look up from his phone when he speaks.

Jin hums in agreement, winking in your direction and making Taehyung scowl.

“You’re just scared it’s not you, Tae.” For someone Taehyung calls his soulmate, Jimin seems to jump at every opportunity to fuck with his friend. He turns to you with those haunting siren eyes that lure in even God’s strongest soldiers. “Is he, Y/N? Is your bias Taehyung or someone else?”

“I thought Hobi’s question was, who was my bias? Not is.”

His siren eyes narrow at you. “Stop arguing semantics and answer the question.”

You can’t hold a staring contest with the now-paused Youtube video, and Jimin’s sudden snappiness makes you feel the need to look away. Right into the eyes of your answer, the only person who hasn’t spoken during the entire bias conversation.

Yoongi’s sharp eyes catch yours when you look away from the TV. Never one to miss a beat, he raises a perfectly-shaped eyebrow at you, the ghost of his classic Yoongi smirk barely lifting the corner of his mouth before the entire room erupts into shouting again.

“YOONGI?! REALLY?! OUT OF ALL OF US, YOU PICKED HIM?” Jimin jumps up from the couch, knocking pillows all over the floor.

“Watch it, Jimin-ah,” Yoongi scolds the younger man for his informal language. Jimin only rolls his eyes.

“Damn, Jimin was right. You aren’t her bias, TaeTae.” Jin shakes his head with a solemn look. He gets up to leave the room, giving your boyfriend a sympathetic pat on the shoulder as he walks past. “I’m going to my room to play Mario Kart. This is too depressing for me.”

At the mention of video games, Jungkook perks up. “Wait Jin hyungie, I wanna play, too!” He tosses the last couch pillow in Jimin’s lap and scrambles to catch up with Jin halfway down the hall.

Yoongi wears a full-blown smirk now. You watch with wide eyes as his tongue slips out to drag across his bottom lip before he’s drawing his lip between his teeth. “Cute.”

“Fuck off,” Taehyung hisses at the older man, lifting your legs off his lap.

“Tae…” You reach out to grab his arm to stop him, but he’s already heading to his bedroom. The door slams shut so hard that the photos on the walls shudder.

You turn back around to glare at the remaining men. “Did you have your fun, hmm? Was it worth it?”

“I really… I didn’t think…” Hobi fumbles his words, clearly uncomfortable with the outbursts he’d unwittingly caused.

“If it doesn’t work out with Taehyung, call me, yeah?” Yoongi sends you a wink, his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek.

You feel your face heat up and you refuse to look at him. You wait until he goes back to preparing the food before you stand up. Without another word, you follow in Taehyung’s footsteps until you reach his door. It’s locked, but you expected as much.

“TaeTae,” you call softly. “Please let me in.”

You wait in silence long enough that you consider going home. If Taehyung doesn’t want to talk to you, you aren’t going to push him. Even if you think the reason for his outburst is stupid and that he’s acting like a child.

Eventually, the door is opened wide enough for you to slip inside. Taehyung doesn’t look at you when he shuts the door. Instead, he sits on his bed and leans his back against the wall. He keeps his eyes on his hands delicately folded together in his lap. His eyes are already red and slightly puffy. The sight is glass in your veins.

“Tae, please don’t be upset,” you start slowly. Climbing into his bed, you scoot until you’re lounging next to him. He doesn’t pull away when you rest your head on his shoulder.

“It’s embarrassing.”

You let out a small sigh, not because you’re frustrated with him but because you’d known watching fanmade videos would turn out to be a bad idea.

“If it makes you feel better, you were still in my bias line.” It’s probably not the best way to reassure your boyfriend, but it at least makes him look at you.

“Who else?” His eyes are narrowed.

“I don’t think I should answer that.”

Taehyung’s bottom lip droops and you feel your heart seize.

“Okay, okay!” Maybe holding his hand will make it better. “Jimin, but, no don’t give me that look! Just listen.”

Taehyung’s pout deepens, but he doesn’t interrupt you.

“It’s not like when I hang out with Jimin or Yoongi I’m thinking about those things, okay? It’s just a natural thing that happens. Anyone can be drawn to specific people in a group; the same thing happens with friendships. Like you and Jimin. It’s normal.”

Taehyung doesn’t seem convinced, but he laces his fingers through yours. You interpret the light squeeze he gives you as permission to continue talking.

“Yoongi is cool because I always saw him as this, like, mental health icon for me. He talks so much about mental health and fans see how he has grown and gotten healthier over the years. It’s inspiring, right? You’ve seen it firsthand.”

“That’s true,” Taehyung sniffles.

You nod your head. “Exactly, I respect him as a person and an artist. And with Jimin, I’ve always been almost jealous? of him. Because he can so beautifully balance both masculine and feminine qualities and aesthetics. He looks good no matter what and has learned to accept himself instead of forcing whatever weird masculinity shit y’all had when you debuted. That’s inspiring, too.”

Taehyung is silent for a while. You give him the space to process what you’ve said, and you hope that it’s enough to make him understand that a bias is not just about who you want to fuck. Jungkook is such a flirt; of course, that’s how he would interpret things.

“Why did you like me?” He finally looks at you. His eyes are a little pink from his tears, but his cheeks appear dry. The innocent curiosity in his expression tugs at your heart.

You reach up to run your fingers through his fluffy hair, combing out any tangles and gently massaging his scalp. This is probably how Taehyung feels when you worry about fans, paparazzi, and sasaengs.

“Well, you’re hot,” you say with a grin. You feel a bit lighter when Taehyung’s mouth curves slightly, too.

“Is that it?”

“Of course not.” You stick your tongue out. “You were my favorite in the vocal line. I loved how smooth your singing voice is, and how thoughtful you sound when you talk about how important the members and Army are to you. How could someone not love the inventor of I purple you?”

It feels weird to talk about how you liked Taehyung before you knew who he was. You never made your status as a fan obvious in the beginning. Professionalism is more important than fangirling. Even now, you only casually discuss your interest in the group before meeting them.

“Your sense of fashion made me laugh. You always seemed so happy, even though people like to focus a lot on how mean you can look. And I thought your relationships with Yoongi and Jimin were cute. You’re a great example of how men can and should be soft and loving.”

They’re all highly-simplified explanations for why Taehyung caught your eye in a group of seven, but they seem to put him at ease. He slides into the bed so he’s lying on his back under the covers. With his eyes locked on yours, he pats his chest.

“C’mere.”

You lie down under the covers next to him. It feels nice to rest your head on his chest and throw your leg over his waist. Ever since Taehyung came back from the tour, you’ve wanted to be attached at the hip. It’s not that you can’t handle being alone, but you don’t think it’s a bad thing to want to be with the people who bring you joy— especially when you live in a new country.

“You know I’m in love with you, not Yoongi or Jimin.”

“I know.”

“Do you actually?” You shift your head so you can look up at him.

Taehyung meets you halfway. You let your eyes close as he slots his lips with yours, allowing your body to melt into his. The desperation the two of you had for each other when Taehyung first returned to Seoul eventually died out. Now, you’re okay with taking things slow. You can savor the feeling of his body on yours, firm and warm beneath you. You can savor the smell of his cologne and his taste as you breathe him in and slip your tongue inside his mouth.

“I do,” he responds with a heavy exhale once you pull away. “I’m sorry I got upset. I just got so angry when hyung…” Taehyung scrunches his eyebrows and his nose scrunches along with them.

You massage his forehead and try to forcefully smooth the wrinkles there. “Yoongi is just being an ass. He loves you, too,” you point out.

Taehyung can’t argue that, so he leans down to kiss you again. You know how important physical contact is to him, especially when he’s upset. With that in mind, you slip your hands beneath his t-shirt. Splaying your hands flat against his chest feels nice. It’s a reminder that he’s real, and he’s here. He’s safe and healthy and yours.

“We both get pretty jealous, huh?”

Taehyung gives you a sheepish smile, all cheeks and pretty lips. You love his little lip freckle, but your favorite will always be the one under his eye.

“Not as bad as Jungkook, though.”

“Mhm, please don’t break up with me over a perilla leaf or anything.”

Taehyung giggles and you feel like you’ve got helium inside you. If you don’t hold onto him tightly enough, you might float away with how light and carefree being with him makes you.

“You won’t get rid of me that easily,” he says as he nibbles your earlobe.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

His hands find the hem of your t-shirt, and you sit up to allow him to undress you. It’s a delicate process because Taehyung wants to take his time, too. It might seem like the two of you use sex to solve your problems, but you never see it like that. For you, letting Taehyung take his time breaking you down, just to build you back up again, is an act of emotional intimacy, just as it is physical. When Taehyung gets comfortable between your thighs, dark eyes locked with yours as he sucks your clit into his mouth, the hold he has on your wrists grounds you. And when he hovers over you with your legs wrapped around his hips as he thrusts into you, you whisper gentle praises against his throat to remind him that you are his and he is yours.

You spend the rest of the afternoon in Taehyung’s bed. It feels good to snuggle with him while he talks to you about all the jazz clubs he forced Jimin to go to during the little free time they had on tour. It seems the tension in the house fades because the rest of the boys are loud and energetic; it’s impossible to tune them out when their laughter bleeds into the room despite the door being closed.

“Do you think Taehyung and Y/N are done having make-up sex?”

“It’s pretty quiet in there. Maybe they fell asleep.”

You groan and bury your face in Taehyung’s side. It’s almost as if Jungkook and Jin are purposefully talking outside of his bedroom to make sure you can hear them. Knowing them, it’s not a far-fetched idea.

“Probably tired themselves out. The screaming was really—”

“JUNGKOOK!” Taehyung sits up so abruptly that you fall back onto the bed. “SHUT THE FUCK UP.”

Jin and Jungkook’s laughter eventually fades down the hallway, but Taehyung gets out of bed anyway.

“Yoongi is probably almost done with dinner,” he grumbles. You watch him zip up his jeans and admire how tall and lanky he is. Sorry to Yoongi and Jimin.

He manages to get his arms caught in his t-shirt somehow, so you begrudgingly get out of bed to help. You tease him endlessly because obviously fucking you is so good that he doesn’t know how to use his limbs anymore.

Your teasing is nothing compared to the way the other boys drag you the moment you step out of Taehyung’s bedroom.

“You okay, Y/N? Sounded like you might be dying,” Jimin grins as he prepares the kitchen table for dinner.

Jin snickers, throwing out his own commentary. “Taehyung, you got it pretty good even though you aren’t her bias, huh.”

Before Taehyung has a chance to bite anyone’s head off, you chime in.

“Yeah, yeah, Yoongi was my bias when I was a fan,” you say with a roll of your eyes. You can practically see Jungkook registering that you said “was a fan”, and that makes him pout. As if you aren’t still a fan. What a baby, just like Taehyung.

Yoongi snorts as he retrieves a dish from the oven. “I cannot fathom why.”

“Me either,” Jimin agrees with a giggle. He’s completely unfazed by the dark look Yoongi shoots him.

You join in on Jimin’s laughter, and you’re pleased to see that Taehyung is smiling too. The whole thing is so ridiculous. Maybe you’re feeling a bit too comfortable because you start oversharing.

“And I was a Yoonmin shipper, I’m not gonna lie.” You’re laughing so hard that you don’t realize neither Jimin nor Taehyung are laughing anymore. After a few seconds pass, though, your smile slowly falls. Jimin’s face has turned bright pink and Yoongi has his back to the table.

“It was one time, okay?” Jimin’s eyes burn holes into Yoongi’s shoulder blades from across the room. “Okay, two times.”

The older man doesn’t comment.

You nudge Taehyung’s leg with your foot under the kitchen table. He presses his lips together as hard as he can, but the smile just gets pushed into his cheeks. A rush of air explodes from his lips in a loud raspberry, and that’s what triggers your laughter again.

“Oh my god, I really wish I was surprised but I’m not,” you confess with a wheeze.

You’ve clearly touched on a sensitive topic. Jimin blabbers away about how it’s not that big of a deal, all while Yoongi silently finishes arranging the dishes on the table. It would feel uncomfortable, but Jimin’s flushed face and the tiniest of smiles curving Yoongi’s lips make you think it meant a lot more than what Jimin wishes to admit.

And that’s really fucking cute.

As the rest of the boys come piling into the kitchen, Taehyung scoots his chair until yours are touching. You bump shoulders and tilt your face up so he can press a kiss against your jaw.

“I love you,” he whispers. “With all my heart."

“I love you, too.” You lace your fingers with his and let your hands rest against his thigh. “You dork.”

The kitchen is chaos, but all you can focus on is the boxy smile Taehyung gifts you.

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Last Kiss

Jack Hughes x Fem Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Cursing, underrage drinking, if I missed any lmk :)

Note: Welcome to my first installment of works based on my favorite Taylor Swift songs, starting out with my all time favorite Last Kiss. I’m gonna be uploading these stories randomly, whenever I have the inspo or I have nothing else to write. Hope you enjoy, love ya!!

(Italics are song lyrics, I recommend listening to the song while reading.)

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“I still remember the look on your face, lit through the darkness 1:58. The words that you whispered, for just us to know. You told me you loved me, so why did you go away?”

The night before the 2019 NHL draft was a tense one. Jack was nervous, I was nervous, everyone was nervous. The air was thick, Jack’s tossing and turning was costing me my sleep.

“Jack, honey, I can’t sleep if you keep moving around like that.” I whispered to him.

“I’m sorry.” He stated plainly.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I didn’t mean to pry, but Jack and I had been dating for over two years, I knew when something was bothering him.

“I’m so scared Y/n. What if I’m a bust, what if I’m not what they want, not what they expect? What if I disappoint my team, my friends, my family, you?” Jack whispered out, finally turning to face me.

“Jack, first of all nothing you could do could ever disappoint me. Any team would be lucky to have you, you’re an amazing hockey player, these nerves are normal and completely valid. You just have to stay true to yourself and your game, don’t change that in hopes to please others.”

“I love you.” Jack’s words took me by surprise, yes we had been dating for over two years but we had never said those words to each other. “You don’t have to say it back, it’s enough for me if you at least know how I feel.” He told me after noticing the visible shock on my face.

“I love you too Jack.” I did, I really did, I had known since our seventh month anniversary. We weren’t the type of couple to celebrate our anniversary every month, just every six months, but seven is my lucky number, the number on my lacrosse jersey, my angel numbers, the number meant a lot to me, and Jack wanted to show that he acknowledges that and that was the night you knew you were in love with Jack Hughes. We always joked that we would celebrate our eighty-sixth month anniversary as well.

“That’s great because I probably would’ve cried if you didn’t say it back” Jack laughed out, grabbing me to hold me closer to him, we finally fell asleep that night and woke up in the same position.

“I do recall now, the smell of the rain. Fresh off the pavement, I ran off the plane. That July 9th, the beat of your heart. It jumps through your shirt, I can still feel your arms.”

The first month of my summer break was spent visiting my family that lived in Florida as well as a trip to Mexico, but once July came around I was on a flight back to Michigan where I would spend the rest of my summer with my boyfriend, as well as his family and friends, at their lake house.

Stepping off the plane I could smell the rain and feel the humidity in the air, I could also hear the sound of your boyfriend’s laugh. It wasn’t until I saw him did I understand what was making him laugh so loudly. The sight of Jack, Trevor, and Cole holding up a “Welcome back from prison” made me laugh as well.

“Hello boys, thanks for coming to pick me up” I said before going up to Jack, “Hi”

“Hi” He responded before wrapping me in his arms and giving me a kiss.

“Gross” and “Get a room” were said behind me which made me turn around.

“You know what you learn in prison? Bad things.” I joked, referencing their signs, “Now come on I need to get my bags.” I said, grabbing Jack’s hand and leading the way towards baggage claim.

“But now I’ll go, sit on the floor wearing your clothes. All that I know is I don’t know, how to be something you miss”

I don’t really know when Jack started to become distant, but I can guarantee it started while I was staying at the lake house. At first I thought nothing of it, this was his last real summer of freedom soon him and his friends would either be going away to college or entering the NHL, he wanted to spend as much time with them as possible, I understood that, but he didn’t seem to want to spend as much time with me. He would deny date nights, or on the rare chance he agreed Jack would invite Trevor or Quinn, he started to move away from me in his sleep, one night he didn’t even make the attempt to cuddle with me and instead slept with his back towards me, he continued to do that until I left.

Jack still made some attempt at being present in our relationship until the last week I was with him and everybody else for the summer.

“So honey, have you decided what college you’re going to? You never told me.” Ellen asked one night while we were all sitting around the fire making smores and enjoying our last couple moments together.

“I’m going to the University of Denver, I got recruited to play lacrosse there. I’m super excited. I’m actually going straight to Colorado once I leave the lakehouse.” I told Ellen, and everyone else excitedly. I hadn’t told many people about my decision to go to Denver because up until three weeks ago I was supposed to stay in Michigan, but Denver offered me a better scholarship and I couldn’t turn it down. Jack was aware, he was the first I had told, but he wasn’t a fan of the idea of me going.

“Wow Denver is a long way away from Newark, how is that going to work for you two?” Jim asked the question this time. I looked at Jack hoping he would answer but he wouldn’t even look at me. Noticing the awkward tension Quinn quickly changed the topic to something about Vancouver and I looked at him and smiled as a thank you.

“I never thought we’d have a last kiss. I never imagined we’d end like this. Your name, forever the name on my lips.”

I already knew tonight was going to be a rough one, I knew me and Jack were going to fight so I stalled going inside. I opted out of going inside at the same time as everyone else once the fire had burned out, a taunting metaphor of mine and Jack’s relationship. I stayed on the dock looking up at the moon and stars for what felt like hours. I don’t know when tears began spilling out of my eyes, but I do know when they stopped.

“What are you still doing out here, come to bed.” It was Jack who had interrupted my very pathetic stargazing.

“Jack, we need to talk.” That was the only answer I could give to his request of me coming inside.

“No we don’t.” He deadpanned.

“Jack-”

“Just come to bed, we can talk about this in the morning.”

I nodded in defeat, going up to meet him at the top of the dock. I gave him a kiss as we walked into the bedroom, I was surprised that it was reciprocated but I didn’t let myself dwell on the feeling it left me.

“I do remember, the swing in your step. The life of the party, you’re showing off again. And I roll my eyes and then you pull me in. I’m not much for dancing, but for you I did.”

It was one of the first nights I was at the lake house, Jack and I went out for dinner and later joined the rest of the boys at a local club.

All night Jack was trying his hardest to get me to join him on the dance floor, I cannot dance for the life of me so I always stay away from lit up platforms covered in people. After what felt like three hours, more accurately thirty minutes, of sitting in a booth nursing a drink I finally caved in to Jack’s pleas. He did that stupid lasso move where he pretends to pull me in, making myself and those who we were with laugh. Jack simply kept his arms around me, we weren’t actually dancing, it was more of a sway of my hips and his shoulders.

“Jack I can’t dance, I’m making a fool out of myself.” With Jack’s sudden rise in popularity I was always worried about those around us and if they were recording or taking images of my boyfriend, I didn’t want anything to happen to his reputation, which is why I was so nervous that both of us were underage, in a club, very much drunk, and dancing inappropriately.

“I know you can’t dance but I can’t either so who cares.” Jack always had a way to calm my nerves, even without him realizing it or truly trying to do it.

“You’re lucky I love you Hughes.”

“I love you too Y/n.”

“Because I love your handshake, meeting my father. I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets. How you kissed me when I was in the middle of saying something, there is not a day I don’t miss those rude interruptions.”

Jack had hundreds of habits, I loved them all but the one I loved the most was when he would just kiss me, no matter where we were, no matter what we were doing, no matter who was speaking.

“Well I was telling her that I wasn’t able to work this summer because I was going to be busy the whole time-” Jack cut me off with a kiss, mumbling how cute I was when I rambled, “-seriously, you’ve gotta stop doing that it makes me lose my train of thought.” I tried to seem agitated but Jack could see right through me.

“You told her you weren’t able to work this summer because you were busy…” Jack began your story for you again.

Sometimes Jack would even cut himself off to kiss me.

“It was a bullshit penalty, and who the fuck gives-” He grabbed my chin and gently brought it forward to connect our lips before going back to his story. “-a penalty while you’re scrimaging. That’s so annoying.”

All I wanted was for Jack to interrupt our fight by kissing me, but that wasn’t going to happen because he didn’t love me anymore. He always answered my questions about that particular habit with “I do it because I love you.” Jack hadn’t kissed you mid sentence in over a month now.

“And I’ll go sit on the floor wearing your clothes. All that I know is I don’t know how to be something you miss. I never thought we’d have a last kiss, I never imagined we’d end like this. Your name, forever the name on my lips.”

It was over, Jack had broken up with me the morning after I announced to everyone that I was moving to Denver and not staying in Michigan for college. I didn’t fight it, but I did give him a piece of my mind. I asked him why. I wanted a clear reason, not just “long distance” because if I stayed in Michigan he would still be in New Jersey, and he couldn’t give me one. So I packed everything I had brought up and left the lake house five days early. I texted my mom that I was coming home to spend my last few nights at home, which she obviously was happy about, but she was still confused.

I found myself sitting on the floor of my family’s living room sobbing, explaining to my mom and dad what had happened. The weird and sudden changes to our relationship dynamic, how Jack became distant halfway through my stay, and everything else that led up to our break up.

“I never liked that asshole, I knew he was bad for you.” My dad said, comforting me in the best way he could but I knew that wasn’t the truth.

“Dad you loved him, you talked about him and his firm handshake for weeks after you met” I said back, smiling at the memory of Jack meeting my parents. We were both so nervous, Jack put deodorant on his hands to try and stop sweating so much.

“Sweetie, why don’t you take off his sweatshirt, maybe shower as well? I’m gonna make some snacks for us all.” I hadn’t even realized I was wearing one of Jack’s hoodies, I made sure I didn’t pack anything that once belonged to him, I guess I missed the items that were on my body because it wasn’t just the sweatshirt, I was also wearing his boxers as shorts and stupidly enough a pair of his socks because I forgot to pack all of my fuzzy ones.

“Mom, what am I supposed to do now?” I asked before she could leave the room.

“Make him regret it.” She said, giving me a wink before entering the kitchen.

“So I’ll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep, and I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe, and I keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are. Hope it’s nice where you are.”

It was nearly one year after the breakup and I was doing great. I started college, made friends, absolutely crushed my lacrosse season setting my own personal record in goals, and I was feeling the best I had in a long time.

I was still not completely over Jack. If he were to fly to Denver and beg me to get back together with him I would say no, but I still find myself stalking his instagram weekly and I keep update notifications on for all Devil’s games. I even ask Trevor how he is doing all the time, if he was being hard on himself after a tough loss or how hard he celebrated after a win. I still cared about him, I still loved him, but that window in my life was now closed. I decided that this summer I would fully cut Jack Hughes out of my life, no more looking on his instagram to see if he had taken down the posts of us together yet, he had taken down a few, according to Trevor he was involved with a girl for a little bit so he took any self incriminating posts down for the time being. If Trevor had told me that five months ago I would’ve been a wreck, but not anymore, I truly want what’s best for Jack.

“And I hope the sun shines, and it’s a beautiful day, and something reminds you, you wish you had stayed. You can plan for a change in weather and time, but I never planned on you changing your mind.”

While I did want what’s best for Jack, I am still petty. I often find myself hoping that he is having a great time with his new girlfriend or just in general and he hears or sees or even smells something that reminds him of me, and reminds him of what he did.

“So I’ll go, sit on the floor wearing your clothes. All that I know is I don’t know how to be something you miss. I never thought we’d have a last kiss, I never thought we’d ever end like this. Your name, forever the name on my lips. Just like our last kiss, forever the name on my lips.”

Jack regretted it, he regretted everything. He missed me so goddamn much, not to my knowledge. Trevor wouldn’t tell me how horrible he was really doing. He would tell me about the numerous times that Jack would get back from a game and go cuddle up in a sweatshirt that I forgot to pack and that he forgot to send back to me, or in the blanket I always used at night, anything that still smells even a little bit like me. Trevor wouldn’t tell me about all the times that Jack confined in him about how he shouldn’t have ever broken up with me, how he shouldn’t have broken my heart like that. Trevor would never tell me those things because I don’t want to hear them. I was happy now, I was over it, my once broken heart was now mended back together and getting stronger by the minute. Jack was the one who made it our Last Kiss, he made his bed and now he must lie in it.

“Forever the name on my lips, just like our last.”

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'Wicked Love Blooming In The Dark Night' Story Event: Premium END

Liam's Route

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(Mm…)

When I woke up, Liam was staring at me with a smile.

Liam: Oh, you’re awake?

Kate: I’m so sorry. I didn't realise I fell asleep…

Liam: Understandable. The sun shining in feels warm and comfortable.

Liam: Besides, children feel warm, right? When they’re cuddled up with you.

We looked at Melissa who was still asleep next to me and smiled.

Liam fixed my messy bangs with his fingertips.

(Huh…)

The fingertips that grazed against my forehead were ice cold.

Kate: Did you go somewhere, Liam?

Liam: Uh, why do you ask…?

Kate: Your hands are cold.

Liam: …

Liam: Nope, I’ve been in here the entire time. Maybe it's because your body temperature is warmer.

Kate: I see. Fufu, you're right.

Liam: You didn't get any scary dreams, right?

Perhaps it was because I had Liam by my side, it felt like that was my first good sleep in a while.

Kate: Yup, thanks to you.

Liam: That’s great. Seeing your smile makes me so happy.

The peaceful time slowly passed.

…

By the time we left the orphanage, the streets had become dark.

Liam: It’s already so late, huh. Sorry for holding you back, Kate.

Kate: It’s alright, it was hard to say goodbye because I’ll miss them so much.

Liam: …

Liam: Hey, Kate.

Liam: How did I do as your boyfriend today?

Liam: Did I make your day go the way you wanted it to?

The time I spent with Liam felt so relaxing that I didn't realise my troubled heart had become calm.

Kate: Yup! I think I can face everyone tomorrow as a fairytale writer.

Kate: Thanks for being my boyfriend for today, Liam.

Liam: Does that mean I “passed”?

Kate: It doesn't feel right to give you a score, but if I have to, you get a perfect score!

Liam: Fufu, really? … I’m so happy. So, so, happy.

Liam moved closer to me and grabbed my hand with movement as fluid as a cat’s.

Our fingers intertwined and he held my hand tightly—

Liam: Is it okay if I hold your hand like this?

Liam: I want to be your boyfriend for today all the way until the moment you fall asleep.

Kate: … Y-Yes.

Liam: You look so cute when you’re shy. Maybe I should really become a candidate for the position as your boyfriend…

Kate: Please don't tease me.

Liam: Ahaha, I’m being serious. But let’s just leave it at that for now.

(... His hand is so warm.)

Even I was captivated by Liam who shone as bright as a star.

…

— A few days later, I spread out a newspaper on the dining table.

That was because Crown was often involved in the cases being reported in the newspapers daily.

(... I hope there isn’t any heartbreaking news.)

At that moment, a news article about “an incident” caught my attention.

Kate: …

— The body of a staff member was found at Bright House Orphanage early this morning.

A hair accessory was reportedly found laying near the body, and the police were on the search for the killer.

(This is…)

(A hair accessory? No way…)

(No, it can’t be Liam. He was with me the entire day—)

Jude: Pass the newspaper to me if you’re done. Oh?

Jude: This is the case Her Majesty let that guy handle.

Kate: Her Majesty…?

Jude: The man who was killed sold children to some crazy people under the guise of putting them up for adoption.

Kate: Sold…

Jude: The world is full of things that are beyond your imagination.

(Then…)

== Flashback Start ==

Kate: What on earth were you doing here?

Liam: Hm? I was playing hide-and-seek. The children invited me to play with them.

(He was collecting evidence at that point in time…)

Kate: Did you go somewhere, Liam?

Liam: Uh, why do you ask…?

Kate: Your hands are cold.

== Flashback End ==

(So while I was asleep, “that” was when—)

Kate: …

(No. I shouldn't speculate.)

(— I’ll talk to Liam. I’ll look him in the eyes and ask for the truth.)

…

Liam welcomed me with a wide smile when I paid a visit to his room.

Liam: I’m so happy to have you come see me. Oh, would you like something to drink? Or—

Kate: … Liam, I have something to ask you.

Liam: Mm, what is it?

(I must confirm it.)

I clenched my chilly fingertips.

Kate: On the day we went to the orphanage… were you carrying out a mission without my knowledge?

Liam: Yup, that's right.

Kate: Why did you hide it from me…

Liam: …?

Liam: Because it was what you wanted. You said “I’d like my day to be as peaceful as possible”.

(Oh…)

== Flashback Start ==

Liam: Hey, Kate. How do you want your day to go today?

Liam: It’s fine, it’s fine. No need to think too hard about it, just tell me.

Kate: I’d like my day to be as peaceful as possible.

== Flashback End ==

(... Because of… that?)

(... Is that… why Liam kept me completely in the dark about it?)

Liam: What's the matter, Kate? … Are you angry?

Liam: Ah, is it because I lost the hair accessory you bought me?

Kate: … Huh?

Liam: I went back to the scene upon realising that I lost it. But I couldn't find it even after searching for it all night.

Liam: He put up quite a fight, so that must be when I..,

Kate: … If that’s the case, the police have it as evidence.

Liam: The police? Oh right… it was you who bought me that hair accessory.

Liam: I’m really, truly, sorry for not keeping it well…

(... I’m not angry, and neither is that my concern.)

(... What is this strange feeling?)

While I was puzzled by our exchange, I recalled what Harrison told me that day.

Just a word of advice. That guy will never do anything you don't want him to.

Especially when you’re someone important to him.

However, if you look at this from a different perspective—

(If we look at it from a different perspective, that also means that he’ll do “whatever I want”?)

Liam was doing me a favour, and his kindness was what saved me.

I knew that for certain.

(But something is overwhelmingly—)

Liam: … Kate, did I do something wrong?

Kate: …

Liam: I knew it… . What should I do… I didn't mean to…

Kate: Liam…?

There was a vacant look in his rose coloured eyes and they were shaking like those of a lost child.

That was the Liam I didn't know.

Liam: … What did I do wrong… let me think. Let me think…

Liam: …

Liam: Ahh, did I do a bad job at being your boyfriend?

(... What?)

Liam: If that's the case—

Liam grabbed me by my wrist and pinned me down onto the bed.

(!?)

Looking down at me, Liam flashed me an almost dangerous smile.

Liam: Let’s redo this “lovers” thing.

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ttwt episode 7

“Last time, on Total Takes World Tour: our thirteen remaining players were let loose in the Dandenong Ranges in southern Australia with no supplies, no maps- nothing but each other! Even though Team Mojo hit a rough patch while Team Yaoi pulled themselves together for Julia’s sake, it was Albert’s environmental expertise that pulled the Mojos to the finish line, and landed Team Yaoi back in economy. Will they continue to stick together to defend their fellow castmates against Patrick? Will Team Mojo ever stop getting lost in every location we drop them in? Find out now, on Total Takes World Tour!”

Early morning light sifts through the open windows of the first class cabin, awakening everyone bright and early. At this altitude, there are no clouds to filter out the sunshine, let alone trees and houses, so it’s up and at it for Team Mojo.

Michela yawns and helps herself to the breakfast buffet set up across from the mocktail bar. Chris’ off-limits hot tub bubbles in the background, and the faint sounds of the flat-screen television in his private quarters makes its way through the silence in first class.

Albert shifts up next to her, taking up a paper plate and sorting through the assorted vegan options (which, albeit, aren’t very impressive).

“I honestly don’t get how you can just not eat like that,” Michela smiles, helping herself to a large heaping of bacon. “I’d probably starve to death.”

Albert chuckles. “It’s an acquired taste, I suppose. But it’s for the greater good,”

“Does that stuff really make a difference? I mean… no offense, but you’re just one guy,”

“We were taught that no change is too small,” he shrugs, pouring himself some hot water for tea. “I try to live by that.”

Patrick peers over the back of his plush seat from the seating area, eyes narrowed. After a few moments, he plops back down and leans over to Sha-Mod. “Those two are awfully chummy, aren’t they?”

Sha-Mod adjusts the paper napkin tied over his face. “What? I mean, I guess, but they’re just friends, right?”

“‘Friend’ is just a longer way of saying ‘ally’,”

Sha-Mod takes a moment to count on his fingers. “Oh, yeah. Guess that’s right,”

Patrick puts an arm around Sha-Mod and roughly pulls him closer. “Listen, buddy, you get it. We’re two lone wolves, standing apart from the pack!”

“Um… I guess,”

“I always thought you were the best of the Takes Three,”

“Huh… really? Cause we always agreed McLovin carried. He’s the best at Guitar Hero,”

Patrick grits his teeth and then forces a smile. “Yes. You could go solo if you wanted, they’re holding you back if anything,”

“Really? Cause-”

“That’s not the point! I’m trying to say that you and I should krck them before they krck us,” he says, slashing across his throat with his finger. “The chick will definitely make merge, but the guy’s vulnerable.”

“But Albert is nice,”

“B-but Albert is nice,” Patrick mocks. “That’s what you sound like. You’re the most vulnerable player on the team, since you’re not in an alliance.”

“But you aren’t either!”

“Please,” he says, slicking his hair back. “I’m unexpendable.”

---

PATRICK: “Talking to him is like trying to teach a can of sardines to sing opera,”

---

Mal snaps a quick picture of Bonnie and Max as they sleep beside each other and quickly giggles to herself as she uploads it to her blog.

“Bonmax is so trending on Twitter right now,” she squeals maniacally. “People are having discourse over whether it’s moral or not to ship them, since they’re so mlm/wlw solidarity-coded.”

Ass massages their temples. “I don’t know what any of those words mean. Stop talking to me,”

“Isn’t it weird to ship them since they’re both in relationships?” Courtney asks, yawning. "I mean, rpf is-"

“As if. It’s called fanon interpretation,” Mal crosses her arms. “My mutual is a total Maxulia shipper and he’s got like 1.3k followers.”

“A WHAT?” Julia shouts from down the bench.

Across the cabin, Staci stretches and turns to the rest of the team, who are still fast asleep.

---

STACI: “Okay, so, a part of my undergrad program is about leadership- I was hoping to take the hit points by really overcompensating on my participation and my exams, but... maybe this show would be good practice,”

---

“Up, up, rise and shine!” she shouts, pacing up and down the bench and clapping their hands. “Let’s load up on breakfast and then hit the books for strategy!”

“Hm?” Kelly mumbles, half-awake.

“What books?” Max asks, rubbing his eyes. “The Art of War?”

“That’s an excellent suggestion,” Staci says, bouncing a pointing stick in their hand.

---

STACI: “So, in most groups, everyone will assume the role of a communication maintainer- but since our team is so divided, I’m just going to try to do all of them before everyone gets on board. First up: Social-Emotional,”

---

“Does anyone have any more ideas? I’m all ears!”

“Ooh, me! I do! I have lots of ideas!” Phillip says, picking up his notebook and rushing over. “Do you want to hear a poem?”

“I would love to!” Staci smiles, watching as Phillip leafs through several crude crayon gore drawings to get to the poems.

“Who died and made her queen?” Max grumbles. Bonnie elbows him and he rolls his eyes.

---

MAX: “Okay, admittedly, I haven’t exactly been picking up the slack here. But who could blame me? This team is hopeless! Besides, I have… other things to worry about,”

---

“Good morning, passengers! We’ll be landing in about twenty minutes, so buckle in and hold on tight!” Chris shouts.

Everyone who’s up scrambles back to their seats and straps in as the plane begins nose-diving, much to everyone’s horror. Bonnie and Max hold onto each other as they head straight down, and Mal makes sure to get and upload and picture before returning to screaming with the rest of the cast.

At the last second, Chef pulls up and the plane lands smoothly on the tarmac and the doors open with a hiss.

The morning is crisp, cloudy, and chilled as everyone steps down the rickety stairs and onto the pavement.

“No amount of first class perks will ever make up for these landings,” Sha-Mod says, rubbing his back.

Patrick follows him out, cracking his neck and grinding his teeth.

“Welcome one, welcome all, to Wales!” Chris says, gesturing to the rolling green hill behind him.

Mal looks from side-to-side. “Where?”

“Here, you idiot,” Ass snaps, putting their hands on their hips.

“No, where are the whales?”

Courtney sighs and pinches the bridge of their nose. Julia just rolls her eyes.

“Nice team you’ve got there, sweetheart!” Patrick yells from across the tarmac. She grits her teeth.

---

PATRICK: “Now that Julia and I are back to sworn enemies, we make quite the pair of rivals. I mean- she’s her team’s leader, I’m my team’s leader, she’s cunning, I’m brilliant, she’s decent, I’m gorgeous… like a match made in Hell,”

---

“Wales?! We’re only an hour from my grandma's house!” Sha-Mod says merrily, jumping with joy.

Michela raises an eyebrow. “You’re from Wales?”

“No, England is right over… there, somewhere,” he gestures vaguely off into the distance. Michela shrugs.

“Your first stop is Cardiff. To make things a little more fun- for me- we decided to make it a little scavenger hunt,” Chris says, pulling out three slips of paper. “These will have the clue to your next location.”

“Um,” Courtney says, reading Team Yaoi’s slip. “Are these-?”

“These are in WELSH!” Ass says. “None of us can read this!”

“Too bad,” Chris shrugs. “Shoulda thought of that before you came to Wales, huh?”

“YOU BROUGHT US HERE!”

“Beautiful language, isn’t it? I love the use of W's. Well, see you at your next stop!” the host says, waving goodbye and walking into the plane. Ass groans.

Julia sighs and ropes in the team. “Okay, so Mal can run Google Translate on her phone. That’ll give us a head start, but we gotta stick together, okay?”

Courtney looks up to Mal, who’s happily typing away. “Where did Mal get a phone? I thought I trashed hers back in Chicago?”

“I think she steals them, but that’s not important. Let’s just avoid fighting. That’s all I ask of you,”

Staci watches the scuffle from afar and shakes her head, grinning.

---

STACI: “Authoritarian much? Everyone knows you catch more flies with honey than vinegar,”

---

“Okay, team, let’s all go around in a circle and brainstorm. I wanna hear ideas from everyone,” Staci says sweetly. “Kelly, why don’t you start?”

“Maybe it’s a code. Ooh, does anyone here speak hieroglyphs?”

“That’s a great point, Kelly. Does anyone here speak hieroglyphs?”

Max grits his teeth.

“No one? Okay, Bonnie?”

“I can get back in the plane and grab my tablet. If I can connect to the internet, we can-”

A loud whoosh and a strong current of air blows past the group as the plane takes off. Bonnie sighs. “Okay. I’m out,”

“Max?”

“Murder-suicide,”

“Okay, well, I’m not sure that’s very helpful, but thank you for sharing,” Staci says. “Phillip?”

“I actually had a dream about this once, except I was in an airport that was also a petting zoo, and it was in China but everyone was speaking in Arabic, and I had to get to the pretzel stand but no one could hear me because I was invisible,” he pauses once he notices everyone’s blank expressions. “I have prophetic dreams, by the way.”

---

PHILLIP: “They all hate me,”

---

“And then I was suddenly in my grandma’s house, but the dishwasher was in the bedroom, and my buddy Eric's Uncle Dale was there, and then-”

“Okay, ENOUGH,” Max says. “Let’s just find someone and ask.”

“Now there’s an idea! I knew this would work eventually,” Staci claps. Max glares at her.

---

MAX: "Staci's always been a little high on her own fumes. Which is to say, completely and utterly detached from anything that resembles reality,"

---

Team Mojo trudges through Cardiff, Michela leading the rest of the group behind her like a mother duck and a line of ducklings. She holds up their slip of paper to street signs, restaurant names, and any Welsh she can find.

“Anything yet?” Patrick says. “I didn’t do my 4k gold face mask last night and I’m feeling puffy.”

“Calm down, your royal highness,” Michela snaps. “Unless you have a better idea?”

Sha-Mod scratches his chin, looking around the city. A strong breeze blows past them, pulling off Sha-Mod’s face napkin. He screams in terror and runs after it.

“We lost him again,” Albert says, turning as Sha-Mod runs off.

“He’ll find his way back. He’s like a pigeon,” Michela murmurs, walking ahead.

---

SHA-MOD: “Two seasons ago, I said that I would never show my face on TV- and I meant it! I have withstood lakes, small, vicious animals- Scary included- explosions, and hurricanes- I guess the stress of being alone this season was just too sha-much for Lightning,”

---

Sha-Mod walks back in frame with a bag of chips tied around his face. Patrick rolls his eyes.

“Hey, guys! We found a match!” Michela says, bringing the group back towards her. She holds up the paper under a sign off in the distance. “National Museum Cardiff, up ahead!”

---

“I think I’m doing pretty well,” Staci says, leading the group behind her as they walk through the city. Kelly nods. “You’re doing great!”

“We’ll have this team put back together in no time!” she says confidently. “Just a little Social-Emotional nurturing, and I’ll bring together a safe and welcoming environment. That’s the first step- I learned it in communications class.”

“Wow, impressive! College must be fun,”

“It is, I’m learning a lot. Honors is tough, but I’m tougher, right?” they grin. “That’s what my mom says.”

Kelly nods. Max rolls his eyes from behind them.

---

KELLY: “Watching our little friend group grow has been a real treat- I know not everyone gets to do that. Austin is in a relationship, Staci is in university, and I’m… well, I’m here!”

---

“Miserable,” Max mutters, kicking a rock along the road. He sighs loudly. Bonnie tries to ignore him. Then, he sighs again. Louder. Bonnie grits their teeth. He sighs again, groaning a little this time, and they finally give in.

“Okay, fine. What’s up?”

“It’s about… well, you-know-who,”

“Figures,” they mutter. “What now?”

Max fidgets with his tie and looks at the ground. “I was given an… anonymous tip… to watch out for them. For him, I mean,”

“An ‘anonymous’ tip, huh?”

He shrugs them off. “Unimportant. I just don’t get why she’s being so distant about it,”

“You trust her?”

“Yes, yes, of course, but… at the same time, do I?” Max thinks aloud. “I want to. It just feels like she’s keeping something from me. I can’t stand being lied to.”

Bonnie grumbles to themselves and then sighs. “I’m… sorry, I guess. What’s your damage? I mean, what’s your deal? I mean… you get what I mean,”

He shifts slightly. “Michela isn’t the first person I’ve been with,”

“Huh. You don’t say,” Bonnie scans him over, raising an eyebrow. “Well… I’m all ears and no lips. The only person I’d tell is stuck in a studio in Toronto.”

“I went to a pretty religious private school. My family isn’t Christian, but it was top in the province, so… well, you know,” he says, looking at his feet. “Before I… um, looked like this, there was a girl I used to see. She couldn’t tell anyone, obviously,” he rolls his eyes. “But it was like she couldn’t tell me anything, either. I guess it was embarrassment, or something, but it was always distance and secrets with her. I could never figure out if she was upset and lying, or being honest, or implying something, and no matter what I did it was always the wrong thing… I’m not an oblivious person,” he insists, pointing sharply. “But I’m not always good at this romance thing. I guess it just makes me paranoid now.”

“Well, damn,” Bonnie says. “So, you don’t think Michela is lying but your train of thought is-”

“Working overtime to convince me she is,” he sighs. “I know it’s irrational but it doesn’t make me sleep any easier.”

“Couldn’t you just talk to her about it?”

Max raises an eyebrow. “Don’t make me pull out the Caesar card again,”

“Okay, but in my defense- not talking about it just forced him and I to spill the beans on live international TV in front of all our friends and peers,” Bonnie says. “Would you rather it be that?”

“I get the point,” he sighs. “I just can’t get this feeling out of my stomach.”

Bonnie lightly punches his shoulder. “We’ll get you there somehow,”

---

“This is the place,” Courtney says, walking up the steps of the National Museum.

The rest of the team hovers behind them, watching cautiously as they approach the large double doors. They reach out a hand and grab the handle. The door doesn’t budge.

Courtney pulls at it again, then turns around. “It’s locked,”

“Try harder,” Ass cups their mouth and shouts.

“How will trying harder unlock a door!”

Julia sighs and steps between the two. “Shut up! Both of you! Chris might be somewhere around here, or this is some kind of… I don’t know, puzzle. But arguing about it just wastes time and destroys my brain cells!”

The team grumbles to themselves as Julia scans the exterior. Ass storms past Courtney and tries the door again.

“You’re not going to open it,” they say, watching with an unamused expression.

Ass struggles, pushing against the floor and leaning back as far as their body will allow them. “It’s just stuck,”

“That’s a funny way to say locked!”

“Not everyone has a weak grip like you, princess!”

Ass roughly yanks the door, shaking it slightly while they and Courtney bicker. After several minutes of scuffling, they release the handle and shout in frustration, kicking the base.

A slip of paper unlodges itself from the crack between the wall and the door and floats to the ground. Ass grins, swiping it off the stone. “There. See?”

“See what? You didn’t open the door!”

Mal types rapidly on her phone and smacks her gum loudly from the base of the stairs. “Ohhhh, yeah. Forgot to mention, Google says the museum is closed on Mondays,”

Courtney and Ass glare. “That information would’ve been helpful BEFORE WE GOT HERE!”

“Whatever,” Julia says, swiping the next clue from Ass’ hands. "Where to next?"

---

“Sheep?” Max asks as the slightly-annoyed local walks off. “We have to-”

“I know, it’s not my favorite either, but it’s what the clue says,” Staci says. “I’m positive you’re gonna do great, Max!”

He blinks.

---

STACI: “The next role is the supporter, which is basically just what it sounds like. Let’s get motivated!”

---

Team Friendship rushes to the ends of the city, meeting a large road leading out into the country. Off to the side, sure enough, are three herds of sheep.

“This is ridiculous,” Bonnie sighs.

“Sheep farming is an important economy, so I’d watch your tone,” Chris says, dropping in on a jetpack and startling the sheep away. “Glad to see you’ve made it this far- you’re just a few hours away from your final destination. While it’s currently in England, many scholars argue that it was first built right here in Wales- you’re going to Stonehenge!

“Thank you for explaining that, Chris,” Staci says sweetly. Her team unanimously gives her odd looks.

“You’re welcome,” the host grins. “Now, I’d get to rounding up your herd and setting off- I hear Team Yaoi is hot on your trail.”

---

“Okay, edge of the city- let’s go!” Michela says, pointing ahead. She and Albert run while Patrick walks casually behind them, picking at his cuticles.

Sha-Mod lingers behind, looking from side to side before hurrying to catch up with the group.

---

SHA-MOD: “Who am I without Lightning? Without Takes Three?! Am I anyone? AM I STILL SHA-FABULOUS?”

---

Team Yaoi arrives just as Team Friendship sets off, leading two other herds of sheep behind them. The four look between each other nervously.

“Okay, it’s just some sheep. We can do this,” Courtney says, picking up a stick off the ground and waving it around. “Get! Get! Come on!”

“That is so not how you do that,” Ass crosses their arms. Julia shakes her head and sighs. “We need a herding dog, or something,”

The two stop and turn to Mal behind them.

---

“Yeah, I don’t know if this is really for me,” Patrick says, chuckling to himself as he watches Michela try to get their sheep's attention. “I’m more of a wolf, not much of a dog, if you know what I mean.”

Michela snorts. “You’re more like an inbred cat with IBS, but sure! Now, move it!”

Albert tries using a stick to guide them, but the sheep graze on, unbothered. He shrugs to her, and she groans.

“I don’t get it. I’m trying everything I learned about,” he says, tossing the stick behind him. A few sheep bleat nervously and walk away. “What! What am I doing wrong?! Animals like me!”

“Maybe these sheep are just neurotic?” Michela mutters. Patrick smirks.

Seconds later, Sha-Mod comes tumbling out of the city behind them, landing chips-first on the ground. When he stands, the plastic bag is deflated and partially open, and crispy potato wedges are falling from the top.

Sha-Mod sits up, groaning, and sees the entire herd surrounding him. He shrieks.

“No! No, it’s okay! They want the food!” Albert says cautiously while he and Michela watch with wide eyes. “Get up very, very slowly, and walk towards us.”

Patrick chuckles. “You’ve got to be kidding. These dumb animals won’t hurt you! If anything, you need to assert your dominance as the more intelligent species through fear! Watch,” he storms over to an ewe, shaking his fist at them. “Listen here, lesser species. I have the upper hand, and I-”

The sheep bleats and walks over to him, nuzzling against his pant leg. A few join afterwards, going in circles around his legs and playfully nipping at him. He screams in terror. “GET THEM OFF ME!”

“No! They like you!” Michela palms her forehead and then whisper-shouts. “Don’t scare them! Walk over here, slowly!”

Patrick whimpers in fear and edges forward, shuffling his feet towards Michela. Albert watches in horror.

---

ALBERT: “All those hours studying, camping with wildlife, volunteering at free-range farms- and it’s Patrick who’s the better shepherd. This is… what’s happening to me?”

---

Patrick finally reaches Michela and throws himself in her arms, crying. She rolls her eyes and pats his back. “There, there. They’re not going to hurt you,”

“Do they bite?” he asks shakily.

“No,” Albert says from afar. He turns to Sha-Mod, who’s still surrounded by the rest of the herd. “Let’s go.”

---

Team Yaoi walks alongside each other, panting as the day wears on.

“Wish we could ride these useless things,” Ass mutters. “What are they even good for?”

A sheep angrily bleats at them and they back off. Courtney rolls their eyes and leans in to pet one. “I dunno, I think they’re kinda sweet,”

“Whatever,” they murmur in response, earning another eye roll from Courtney.

Julia hangs at the back of the group, watching the two up front. Mal darts into frame for a moment, running around her ankles and barking before circling the group once again.

The sound of laughter and sheep appears from behind the team and Julia turns a bit to catch a glimpse of Team Mojo following them up the crest, sheep in line and following Sha-Mod and Patrick in the front.

The latter grins and waves as they pass by. “See you at the finish line, sweetie!”

Julia grimaces, but waits til the team disappears up ahead to make comment.

“I hate that guy,”

“What’s your deal with him, anyway?” Courtney asks. Mal pops up out of nowhere, covered in grass and dirt, and states matter-of-factly: “Exes. Messy breakup, but even messier relationship,” and then she ducks back to the ground to run around the herd again.

Julia rolls her eyes. “Yes, thank you, Mal,”

“Ooh, fun. Any juicy gossip to share?” Ass asks, crossing their arms and grinning.

“Well, I-”

The familiar ringing of the song bell sounds and she grits her teeth. “No way am I going to-”

“It’s sing or lose!” Chris says, popping into frame on his jetpack. “And from the looks of it, your team can’t risk losing you. So get singing! Oh, and for the challenge, why don’t we throw some Welsh in there?”

Julia palms her forehead and sighs. “I love Wales in the springtime, rwy’n caru Wales in the fall,”

“Good job, Jules, keep it up!” Courtney cheers on.

“It’s the country of love in the summer, but now it’s just a bummer! Cause-”

Far up ahead, Patrick clears his throat. “Julia broke my heart and chewed it up and spit it out and then stepped on it and threw it down a sewer and called it names and then laughed!”

Michela rolls her eyes.

“Oes, my friends, you must never trust a girl!”

Julia goes on front behind. “Oes, my friends, he’ll make you wanna hurl!”

“Oes, my friends, she will,” Patrick pauses to take a deep breath. “Break your heart and chew it up and spit it out and step on it and throw it down a sewer and call it names, and then laugh!”

“Oh, brother,” Michela mutters. Albert nods in agreement.

Far ahead of them, Team Friendship picks up with Staci: “Oes, my friends! We are gonna make it through!”

Max grits his teeth as their sheep run off again. “Um, no, my “friend”, we just lost another ewe,”

Back to Julia: “Oes, my friends, I’m telling it to you,”

“Oes, my friends, now I’m telling you the truth,” Patrick says up ahead.

Julia takes a deep breath. “If you date a boy you met on TV and then break up with him, and then break up with him again, and then finally actually break up with him, even though you were nothing but nice, you will still-”

Patrick picks up as the tempo changes. “We end up on TV! She won’t even see me! And the girl won’t even admit I dumped her FIRRRRST!”

“Is it over?” Michela asks, holding her head. Albert nudges her. “We lost Sha-Mod again.”

She grabs his arm weakly. “Can you please. I feel sick,”

Albert looks around her to where Patrick is humming to himself and leading the herd. “I don’t know if I’d feel good about myself leaving you with him,”

“I’ll be fine. Just go deal with Sha-Mod,”

He sighs, but walks off anyway.

---

Team Friendship arrive first at Stonehenge, despite their sheep going AWOL around them. As soon as they reach the finish line, Max collapses in the fetal position on the floor.

“YAYYYY, we did it!” Staci pumps her fist. “Go, team!”

Kelly squeals and claps their hands. Phillip watches as Bonnie sits down next to Max’s lifeless body and pokes him with a stick until he moves.

“Do we win something,” the goth asks, balancing their head in the palms.

Chris, sitting in a plush chair and enjoying a cup of tea, shrugs. They grumble to themselves. Team Yaoi arrives next, looking around.

“I guess we lost them,” Julia says with barely-restrained joy.

---

JULIA: “Would Patrick being gone solve all my problems? No. But it’d be sooooo satisfying, wouldn’t it?”

---

“I guess you did, but we can’t do the next part of your challenge without all teams available, sooooo…” Chris says. “Time to wait!”

The teens groan.

---

“Sha-Mod!” Albert yells, wandering the rolling green plains. “Sha-Mod? God, how can anyone get lost out here? There’s nothing!”

He takes a step forward and hears a loud crunch. He winces. “Please don’t be a snail,”

“Nah, just me,”

Albert looks down and sighs in relief. He lifts his shoe off the bag of chips and steps off of Sha-Mod, who’s buried in the dirt below him. “Dude. You have to get up and come back to the team,”

“Why should I? I’m no one,”

“You- okay, you have to get up. I can’t talk to you when you’re like this,”

Sha-Mod rises from his shallow grave and sighs. The bag of chips slips off his face and is carried off in the breeze, and he shrieks. “My crisps!”

“Here,” Albert says, taking off his windbreaker and tossing it over Sha-Mod’s head. “Now let’s go.”

Sha-Mod crosses his arms and turns his head, the windbreaker swaying. “No,”

“Why not?”

“I’m no one. No one needs me,”

Albert takes a long, deep breath. “Okay. Fine. What’s wrong?”

“I lost my Lightning,” he sniffles. “I’m no one under that picture.”

“That’s not true. You have a face,” he pauses. “You… you do have a face, don’t you?”

“A dumb one,” he cries.

Albert shakes his head and sits down next to him. “I guess I know how you feel. I’ve been feeling like a failure lately, too. A nobody,”

“Did you also go on a reality TV show for three seasons without showing your face and then realize no one really knows you?”

“Um… no. I just meant more in a symbolic sense,” Albert says, raising an eyebrow. “I just lost my job, my whole life. I don’t really know who I am without it.”

“Oh, I see. I guess I get it. Lightning was my job,”

“Your job was… Lightning?”

Sha-Mod nods. “Now who am I? A sweaty windbreaker?”

“It’s not… never mind,” he mutters. “So, you don’t want to show your face, but you also don't-don’t want to show your face?”

He nods.

“Okay. Makes sense,” Albert murmurs. “What’re you afraid of?”

“Well, originally I did it because I didn’t want my likeness to be on international TV in front of millions of people, but eventually I just couldn’t take it off! It was like a part of me… now, who am I without it?”

“You’re Sha-Mod. I mean, whatever your real name is,” Albert says. “You’re not a piece of paper.”

---

ALBERT: “There are a lot of things I’ve said today that I’d never imagined myself saying before. And yet, they make perfect sense. What is wrong with this show,”

---

Sha-Mod sniffles. “Or a windbreaker?”

“Or a windbreaker,” Albert says reassuringly. “Maybe it’s time to face the world, Sha-Mod. Show us the real you.”

“Um… I don’t know. I think I’m just going to keep this on. I like it,” he says, standing. “Let’s get back to the team.”

Albert sighs, but stands and follows anyway.

---

Team Mojo arrives at Stonehenge last, trudging themselves and their sheep behind them.

“FINALLY!” Ass snaps. “We thought you got eaten by… whatever lives out here!”

“British people,” Kelly whispers. Staci nods.

“Welcome one, welcome all to the final round of your Great British Race-Off!” Chris says, then leans into Chef to whisper. “We’re allowed to use that, right?” Hatchet shrugs.

“Your final task is simple- a delicious, traditional British feast in front of the scenic Stonehenge,” the host goes on as Chef disappears and comes back pushing a table with a few covered dishes. “Each team will select the player with the strongest stomach- last man standing, wins.”

“It’s British food,” Ass puts their hands on their hips. “How bad could it be?”

“Your first dish: Jellied eels!” Chef shouts harshly. “Now eat up!”

Silence. Ass blinks. “I volunteer Mal,”

“I second that!” Courtney says. Julia shrugs.

“Um, so… who’s gonna…” Kelly asks slowly. “Cause I’m on a vegetarian diet this week!”

Max rolls his eyes. “Convenient. I say we make the prince of darkness over there do it,” he jabs his thumb backwards to where Phillip is cowering in fear from the rays of sunlight coming out from between the clouds.

“I wouldn’t mind that,” Bonnie crosses their arms. Phillip shouts Hey! Before scampering behind Chef for shade.

“C’mon, guys! We can reach a solution that makes everyone happy if we work together!” Staci says. The team glares between each other.

---

STACI: “Role number three: Harmonizer. Preventing and mediating conflict. I can do that, no problem… right?”

---

“Okay, if no one else wants to… I’ll do it,”

No one on Team Friendship argues, much to Staci’s horror. Across the lawn, Team Mojo isn’t faring much better.

“It can’t be me. I’m vegan!” Albert says, raising his hands defensively.

Patrick grumbles. “I have a fragile palette,”

“I’m British intolerant,” Michela says.

As the three bicker, a hero emerges from the fog. “I’ll do it,”

Everyone turns. Patrick holds back a laugh. “You’ll do it?”

“I’ll do it! It won’t phase me!” Sha-Mod insists. “I’m immune! And thanks to my new best friend, Albert-” Michela turns to Albert with a raised eyebrow. He shrugs and mouths talk later. “-I know I can do anything I set my mind to, with or WITHOUT my sha-swag!”

Team Mojo stares for a few moments before Patrick shrugs. “Better him than me. Go get ‘em, tiger!”

---

Sha-Mod, Staci, and Mal sit side-by-side at the long table, staring at their uncovered platter of gelatin and eels.

“Mmmm, eel-icious!” Chris chuckles. “You’ll get five whole courses of delicious, top-tier British dining. The last man standing- or alive- wins first class and immunity for his-or-her-or-their team. Ready?”

Sha-Mod nods confidently. Mal scrolls through her phone. Staci is pale.

“Dig in!”

Sha-Mod starts off courageously, shoveling in forkfuls of eel. Mal chews casually, typing something with her free hand.

Staci pokes at the meal with her fork.

“Come on, we don’t have all day!” Max shouts. Kelly elbows him.

“You’ve got this, girl!”

Staci smiles nervously, and then takes a very slow, very cautious bite. She immediately gags and coughs. Albert winces from nearby. “I don’t know if I can watch this,”

After a grueling ten minutes (most of which was waiting for Staci to finish) Chef rolls out the next course. “Black pudding, a staple of the classic English breakfast,”

Staci sighs with relief. “You know, pudding actually sounds good,”

“Oh… noooo…” Sha-Mod mutters. Their smile drops.

Chef pulls off the silver covers on their dishes, revealing black hockey-puck like pellets. “Pig’s blood and fat, a la mode,”

Albert goes pale and turns around.

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ALBERT: “I don’t have a problem with other people eating meat. When it’s, you know, not condensed into a black disk and made of blood,”

---

Sha-Mod tears into his pudding like a wild animal. Staci squirms and looks back and forth between their plate and their team behind them. Kelly gives them a thumbs up. Max rolls his eyes.

By the time Sha-Mod and Mal finish, Staci takes her first bite.

“Course number three: dressed tripe! While its popularity has wavered since the Victorian era, some places still enjoy this yummy meal of boiled and bleached stomach lining,”

Sha-Mod is beginning to cough and wheeze as he barrels through each platter. Staci is gagging between each bite. Max rolls his eyes.

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MAX: “Better her than me, but at the same time: I’m glad to see little miss perfect isn’t such a genius, after all. Her little dream of leading the team is cute, but come on- she’s the human equivalent of a marshmallow,”

---

Mal slurps up each bite with ease, popping in a pair of earbuds to watch YouTube while she eats. Team Yaoi watches, bewildered.

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MAL: “I’m used to eating whatever I can find. For the last six days of my fifth annual One Piece binge, I survived on canned tuna from the Cold War era and rainwater,”

---

“Next up, pork pies!”

“Oh, that doesn’t sound too bad,” Staci says, looking to Sha-Mod. He shrugs. Chef rolls out a thick pie, full of pink meat and she whimpers. “I-I don’t know if I can…”

“Don’t you dare lose!” Max shouts. “You need to set a good example for the team!”

She frowns and takes a cautious bite. Albert, now a sickly shade of green, leans on Patrick’s shoulder for support. He quickly swats him off and Max grins as Albert lands in the grass. “How’s it taste, Staci!”

“Bad!” she shouts back. “It’s too much meat!”

Albert groans.

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“Well, well, well. I’m impressed!” Chris says, pacing between the three. “Not a single chicken yet. Since you’re all still here, we’re making this a race to the end!”

Chef brings out the final platters, setting them before each player. “First player to finish wins! Welcome to your final round- stargazey pie!”

“Aww, that’s so cute! Are they shaped like little stars?” Kelly asks.

The host grins widely. “Not… exactly,”

Chef pulls off the silver covers and reveals three perfectly normal pies- but each is full of fish heads gazing towards the sky. Staci goes pale.

“Ready? Set? Eat!”

Mal twirls her fork around her fingers and takes a deep bite without looking away from her blog. Staci swallows deeply and begins cutting up the meal while Sha-Mod peers down at it from under the windbreaker.

“Sh-Sha-Mod!” Albert says from the ground. “My coat! Please don’t get anything on… my coat…” and then he faints again.

Sha-Mod pauses and thinks for a moment. Then, he stands.

“You’re right, I don’t need this anymore!” he says.

Patrick holds up a finger. “I don’t think that’s what he meant,”

Sha-Mod ignores him. “It’s time to stop hiding. I don’t need to be anyone but myself!”

He tears off the windbreaker, tossing it to the side. Everyone gasps as Sha-Mod reveals himself to be… a perfectly average white boy.

“Are you kidding me!” Ass shouts.

Sha-Mod takes a deep breath. “It feels good to breathe. And I can finally see you guys!”

Michela massages her temples. Patrick shakes his head sadly.

“All this time, I’ve been hiding- initially, I was afraid of being seen humiliating myself- but I think I was just afraid of being myself. Well, I’m not afraid anymore. I’m Sha-Mod, and I’m going to win this thing!”

A loud ding rings out and the camera pans over to Mal, who’s just finished her meal. She pushes the plate back and posts a Tweet.

“And Team Yaoi has won… again!” Chris says. “Since Sha-Mod’s plate is untouched, we’ll be seeing Team Mojo at the elimination ceremony.”

Team Yaoi cheers. Once the fanfare has died down, Julia grins and waves goodbye to Patrick.

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JULIA: “Now, all I have to do is convince the team that Patrick has got to go. Not that it’d be hard. I mean… look at him,”

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Julia peers around the corner of first class, looking both ways before creeping down the hall. She stops outside the bathroom confessional and waits for a moment before Albert walks out.

She grabs him by the windbreaker and quickly covers his mouth, looking around for witnesses again before pulling him away. “We’ve gotta talk,”

“I don’t have anything to say to you,” he whispers sharply.

“Shut up. Listen, I think we can all agree that Patrick is doing nothing but being a big baby drama queen, as per usual,” she says. “I want him gone. You want him gone. Your little girlfriend wants him gone. This is a no-brainer.”

Albert raises an eyebrow. “What do you get out of this?”

“Satisfaction,” she scoffs. “I know Patrick. If you don’t get him first, he’ll get you.”

Julia releases him and walks off quickly.

From around the corner, Patrick glares.

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“Team Mojo- not looking too great, huh?”

The four remaining players look between each other. Chris continues. “Michela, you’re safe. Albert, you too,”

“Patrick- you’re not exactly a fan favorite here. And Sha-Mod, your revelation cost your team the win,” he goes on. Patrick smirks and crosses his arms tightly. Sha-Mod looks nervous, his expression visible for the first time. “Patrick….

You’re safe. Sorry, Sha-Mod.”

“What?” Michela asks, standing. “That’s impossible, we all voted for Patrick!”

Chris shrugs. “Hey, I just count the votes. Don't shoot the messenger,”

Albert guides Michela back down to her seat. Patrick looks back. “Some team, huh?”

“Why are you surprised! We hate you!” Albert hisses. Patrick glares.

“Well… I had fun,” Sha-Mod says, strapping on the chute. “Thank you, Albert. My boyfriend and I’ll write a song about you!”

Albert forces a smile and a double thumbs-up. Sha-Mod walks to the plane door, salutes, and jumps out backwards. “Don’t forget to pre-order our Christmas albuuuuuuum,”

“What an exit,” Chris says. “Well, off to the hot tub!” and with that, he leaves the contestants in the cabin. Patrick stands shortly after, making glaring eye contact with both Albert and Michela, and then disappears.

Albert glares back.

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ALBERT: “I had a sort of... revelation today. Sha-Mod is right- everyone’s hiding behind some kind of mask. While his was… well, literal, mine was my job. And now that it’s gone, all I’m left with is me,” a long pause follows, and he smiles widely. “I guess what I’m saying is that no one is prepared for what’s coming.”

#ttwt #total takes world tour #THIS WAS 23 PAGES LONG IN GOOGLE DOCS BY THE WAY #longest one yet

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armysantiny · 2 years

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-[Seonghwa; soft bf headcanon

Ah yes, the man of my dreams

Seonghwa is dream bf material, we’re all in agreement here

If you disagree, go argue with a fucking wall

The sweetest mf on the planet, hands down

Everyone and their mother are jealous of your and Hwa’s relationship

Couple goals fr fr

He does the very drama-bf trope of taking your hand when its cold and putting it in his coat pocket

A big fan of ruffling your hair when you’re making his heart do several flips

Which is sorta just every waking moment with you

Props to Hwa for having some restraint lol

But ahhh— he gets so shy when you tease him

Covers his face at even the slightest joke about how he melted when you called him “your little star”

The squeak he lets out when you call him your strawberry!!!

The flustered Seonghwa agenda is thriving bc of you and the others are HERE FOR IT

Your co-workers don’t even bother hiding their jealousy

But it’s all in good faith, of course

Everyone can see how happy Seonghwa makes you, and the same can be said for Hwa

You better invite them to the wedding—

This man has an entire photo album on his phone dedicated to you

Most of the selfies you upload with Hwa end up as those couple goal aesthetic pics on Pinterest

He takes candid pictures of you and makes them his background so he can admire you 24/7

In true kdrama bf style, Hwa is a sucker for picnic dates

I’m talking full-on SWDBS Ahn Minhyuk type—

A soft blanket, homemade or store-bought snacks, your favourite drinks and all the time in the world

When you’ve finished eating, you’re both walking through the park, talking about everything and anything

If you fall asleep before he does, Hwa likes leaving little forehead kisses before he tucks you in

Just sits there for a while and admires your sleeping face

You’re so, so pretty and he can’t believe how lucky he was to meet you

Dating Seonghwa feels like a dream sometimes, and you don’t need to wake up

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hellbubu · 1 year

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I’m handsome, tall, and rich

Chapter 19

AN: I might not update in a bit. I will probably be busy the next couple of weeks so updates will either slow down or be shorter.

“What happened just now?” Kakashi pulled away. He still kept close to Sasuke, never taking his eyes off him.” Does this mean we’re now together?”

It was almost like time had slowed down. Kakashi could almost hear soft music playing in the background. Sasuke was looking up at him with wide eyes and his mouth was slightly open. Kakashi could just tell that the moment Sasuke regained his bearings he’d say yes.

“No!” Sasuke pushed him away.” No, sir.”

“Huh?”

“This is- uh. This is a mistake.”

“What? A mistake?”

“Can we pretend it never happened?” Kakashi remained silent. He was still as a statue.” I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Sasuke walked away. Sasuke had just made it out the door when Kakashi caught up to him.” Hold on! Wait!”

Sasuke stopped in his tracks. He slowly turned to Kakashi as he spoke.

“So you’re just gonna leave like this?”

“Hey, Sasuke!” Before either of them could speak, Genma showed up.” Where were you? We’ve been looking for you for ages!”

“Let’s go then.” Sasuke walked in the opposite direction to Kakashi.

Kakashi closed the door to his home office and sighed. He touched his lips with his fingertips, he could almost feel Sasuke’s touch and warmth.

“He wanted to kiss me but now it’s a mistake?” Kakashi ran a hand through his hair.” How can he be so good at playing with me?”

Sasuke laid in bed, wide awake, regretting every single decision he had made in his life.

“Maybe I should’ve saved my vacation days.”

He tried his best to think of ways to avoid Kakashi, but none would 100% work, after all, Kakashi could just show up unexpectedly like he did that day.

Subconsciously, his fingers played with his lips as he fell asleep.

“Morning, guys,” Sasuke yawned as he walked into the office. He saw that everyone had crowded around Karin, watching something on her desktop. That let Sasuke know that that day wouldn’t be an easy one.” What’s going on?”

“There he is! The best worker!” Suigetsu exclaimed.

Sasuke walked around to see Karin’s screen. Yesterday’s video was playing.

“You have to focus on the board,” Sasuke read out loud the text that showed on the screen as he chopped the onions while keeping eye contact with Kakashi.

“It’s company policy to never put artificial coloring on our sauces,” the Sasuke from the video said as he whipped at his coat,” this will be easy to get off. It’ll just need some water and soap.”

“Why would they upload that?”

“Chill.” Suigetsu grabbed the mouse and scrolled to the comments.” They love you.”

“He’s really pulling all the weight,” Karin read out loud.

“If his boss is watching, he should give him a bonus.” Juugo pointed at a comment.

“If you receive a bonus you better take us out!”

“As I mentioned yesterday,” Karin said ignoring the previous comment,” I want you all to think of five or more product ideas for the dumplings.”

“We’re marketing overseas, right?”

“Yeah. I want only your best ideas.”

The moment Sasuke sat down at his desk, his phone started buzzing. The screen lit up showing a call from Kakashi. Sasuke quickly declined the call.

“So now you’re not picking up my calls?” Kakashi muttered as he locked his phone. He looked out the window like some sort of drama villain, except he wasn’t on the top floor and this wasn’t his building.

“It’s all ready.” Naruto interrupted his thoughts.

Kakashi sighed and walked towards where the rest were gathered.

“I’ll take the photo now!” The photographer said once everyone was holding the giant check.

“Wait up!” A good-looking middle-aged woman wearing a light blue, v-necked midi dress slowly walked towards them.” Just a moment please.”

The woman placed herself right at the center. She just barely head onto the check and posed for the picture.

“Thank you for letting me be a part of this.” Kakashi shook a man’s hand. Naruto stood behind him and off to the side.

The man faked-laughed in return before excusing himself.

“Excuse me, President Hatake.” The woman from before intercepted him.

“That’s Director Hyuga Ah-lin from the art museum,” Naruto whispered to him.

“Long time no see,” she said as she held a hand to him as though she expected him to kiss it.

“It’s been a while.” Kakashi held her hand.” I don’t think I’ve seen you since the opening ceremony three years ago.”

“You’ve become even more good-looking.” She chuckled.” Maybe it’s because of how long you were in New York.”

She tried to push her hand closer to Kakashi’s face as if to make him kiss it. He let it go once, twice, by the third time he let go of her hand.

“Do you really think so?”

“Let me put it this way,” she started,” your software and your hardware are both good. One could say you’re perfect inside-out.” She looked at him almost smugly before continuing,” It’s no wonder you weren’t happy with Hinata.”

Behind them, Naruto bit his tongue as he gave the woman a nasty look.

“It’s fine.” The woman waved her hands in front of her.” She’s my niece, that’s true, but, objectively speaking, you’re out of her league.”

“President Hatake,” Naruto interrupted before leaning in to whisper something to Kakashi.

“My apologies, but other matters require my attention.”

“Of course. I’ll see you next time.” She watched Kakashi walk away, not letting the opportunity of checking him out escape. Her phone vibrated and she answered the call without even looking at the caller.” Yeoboseyo?”

” Auntie! Do you think you can get me a position at the museum?”

“No.” Her voice was almost stern, almost comforting.” If you quit Hinata will snatch your position. Is that okay with you?”

” I don’t really-”

“No! It’s not okay with you!” She raised her voice slightly.” I can ask father to make you senior manager director instead.”

”Really?”

“I’m still at a meeting, but we can have dinner tonight.” Kakashi overheard Naruto on the phone.” Okay. I’ll see you at home. Bye.”

Kakashi walked towards him just as Naruto turned around.

“You have nothing else scheduled, do you want me to drop you at yours?”

“I have something personal to attend to, so I’ll be leaving now.”

“Where? I can-”

“No thanks. I’d rather drive myself. You can go home.”

“Huh?”

“Clock out.” Kakashi gave him a stern look.” You’re basically my brother, so take this as a favor. Go and enjoy your evening. But most importantly your dinner.” Kakashi winked at him before walking away.

Sasuke and Kakashi quietly sat in the car. The tension and awkwardness were thick.

“I think we have something to talk about.”

“Talk about?” Sasuke frowned before his eyes widened.” Oh, I thought we were already done talking about it.”

“Who said we were done?”

“I’m pretty sure I told you to pretend it never happened.”

“So, you’re telling me, after initiating the kiss, that it was a simple mistake?” Kakashi turned his head to properly look at Sasuke.” Don’t you think that’s a bit one-sided? Plus, you’ve been ignoring my calls!”

“It’s just that we were standing so close and- and our lips bumped!” Sasuke did a motion like fist bumping himself.” It was kinda like a fender bender.”

“A fender bender?” Kakashi looked at Sasuke indignantly.” Are my lips some sort of parking post?”

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

“Let me get this straight, then. Yesterday was just a mistake you made because of lust and not feelings for me?”

“What do you mean lust? It wasn’t even a heated kiss!” Sasuke took a deep breath to calm himself.” Look, I’m sorry. I swear I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“I don’t care if was a mistake. The fender-bender was your fault so you’re responsible for the damages.”

“Yeah.” Sasuke closed his eyes and sighed.” I’ll take responsibility and do my best to pay you back for it.”

Kakashi smirked, his head was turned to the side so that Sasuke couldn’t see it.

“Very well.” Kakashi droved away.” To pay me back for the kiss, take me to dinner.”

Sasuke almost choked on air as soon as he opened the menu.” How can someone as rich as you ask me to buy you this!”

“I thought you were going to handle it?”

“The worst thing is that the kiss wasn’t even good,” Sasuke muttered as he tried to find the cheapest things on the menu.

“Did you say something?”

“That I didn’t do it by myself. You kiss me back.”

“You’re saying you were not the only one responsible for it?”

“Indeed I am.”

“I’ll take some responsibility, then.” Kakashi crossed his arms.” I’ll take care of you for the rest of your life as a person cares for their partner.”

“Smooth change of topic.” Sasuke rolled his eyes.

“You know how I feel. How did you expect me not to react when the hot, sexy man I like kisses me?”

“ Are we really having this conversation right now? In public?”

“If you don’t want to pay me back with dinner, do it another way.”

“I feel like I don’t want to know what the other way is.” Sasuke had given up on finding something cheap on the menu. He set it down at one end of the table. It was nearly impossible to concentrate with Kakashi saying that kind of thing.

“I think paying back with what one received is acceptable.” Kakashi’s expression was completely serious as he said that.” An eye for an eye or, in this case, a kiss for a kiss.”

“What did you say you were ordering?” Sasuke picked up the menu again.

“Good evening,” the waiter said,” here’s your amuse-bouche.”

“Thanks.” Sasuke watched him set it on the table and tried his best not to think about how much it cost.

Click! Click! Click!

Genma sat behind a long table as a photographer took close-ups of his dishes. The man then backed up to take a picture of him alongside the dishes.

“Chef Shiranui, could you smile more naturally?”

“Sure.”

“One second, please.” Anko told the photographer.” I think he might be nervous.”

“Alright. Let’s take a short break then.”

She walked toward Genma and fixed his hair.

“What are you doing?” Genma looked up at her.” You didn’t ask if I wanted this.”

“Why are you complaining? Others would love to be in your place.” Anko let her hands fall to her sides, she tried to keep on the mask of a happy, dotting girlfriend.” You’ve been acting like this lately.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ever since we came back from Sokcho you’ve been acting like you’re mad at me.”

“I’ve been busy because of work and it never leaves my mind.”

Anko rolled her eyes. Before she could speak the photographer spoke to Genma,” I just wanted to say that you have a great social media presence.”

“I didn’t expect you to have seen that.” Anko responded in Genma’s stead.” Thank you.”

“That part where the researcher talked about the sauce and food coloring was good. It was scripted, right?”

“I think it-”

“It wasn’t,” Genma spoke up,” Sasuke isn’t all that good of an actor to act out and react that quickly.”

Anko walked away. In a corner of the restaurant, she opened the video of Genma and Sasuke. She went to the comments. Most of them seemed to be about how good they seemed to be together and how they must be dating.

“Do you not like the food?”

Sasuke chewed slowly so that he didn’t have to answer immediately. How could he enjoy the food when just thinking about it made his wallet hurt?

“The food’s fine.”

“What’s with all this food?” Kakashi asked as another server brought more food to their table.

“We would like for you to taste-test our newest menu, sir.”

“Asking your customers to do your work?” Kakashi asked in a light, joking tone.

“I’m more than sure your palette is much more delicate than mine, sir.” The man chuckled.” It’d be an honor if you obliged.”

“Alright.”

“Thank you.”

Sasuke adverted his eyes from Kakashi’s mouth because seeing him eat a pastry made him have the type of thoughts he’d rather have in private. The way he licked his lips and the way they moved as he bit the pastry made Sasuke wish Kakashi had something else in his mouth.

“Why aren’t you eating?”

“I need to use the restroom.”

Sasuke got up and power walked to the restroom.

“I should probably buy a toy,” Sasuke muttered in front of the mirror. He splashed some water on his face and mentally prepared himself before walking out.

As he walked back toward their table he heard someone playing the piano. He peeked from behind a plant to see Kakashi sitting at the piano. The way Kakashi’s fingers danced caused Sasuke to, once again, have thoughts he’d rather have in private.

Sasuke sat back at their table just before Kakashi finished the song. He clapped alongside the other patrons as Kakashi walked toward him.

“I didn’t know you could play the piano.”

“Didn’t I tell you that I’m good at many things?”

“So you play the piano for every person you meet?” Sasuke’s tone was light but Kakashi turned somewhat serious.

“I won’t answer that question. It is more fitting for people in a relationship.” Kakashi then put a charming smile on his face.” If you want to hear the answer, we can always change our status.”

“You sound so fucking desperate,” Sasuke whispered before raising his voice.” I’d better grab the check.” Sasuke turned to a waiter.” Could you bring us the check, please? My coat and wallet too, if you don’t mind.”

Two waiters walked towards them with their coats.

“The check?” Sasuke asked.

“Your meal’s already been paid for.”

Sasuke looked at Kakashi questioningly. Kakashi just bid the waiters good night and walked away.

“Wait.” Sasuke rushed to catch up with Kakashi.” Why did you do that?”

“I thought about it for a bit.” Kakashi paused” It would be so absurd for this to be payback for a kiss, would it not?”

“Huh?”

“I’ll just have you pay me back with something bigger.”

“What are you trying to get from me?”

“If not–” Kakashi paused. His eyes traveled to Sasuke’s lips.” – you can always pay me back with something else.”

“I’d rather not.” Sasuke took a step back.” Since you already paid there’s nothing I can do. Next time, it’ll be on me.”

“I’ll look forward to it.” He smiled before walking away.” Maybe we should eat steak next time.”

Sasuke just sighed thinking of the bill.

#mj's writing #kakasasu #kakashi hatake #sasuke uchiha #fic: im handsome. tall. and rich #naruto

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leviathan-ghoul · 1 year

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Creative Intuition // Ghost OC Ficlet

Hello! This will make my first post on this website— on any website in a long while— but it’s just an idea I had late at night and now I’m staying up writing instead of finishing much needed tasks. If y’all want, I can upload a bio for my OC later on. But as of right now, just know that it’s a he/they androgynous fellow named Marcel. <3

Summary: Papa goes to his top creative mind, Marcel, in need of something new and exciting to show off.

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It was late in the night when he had shed the clothes from the day, rank with the sweat of his anxiety. When he’d washed off his corpse paint and combed his hair, glanced at himself in the mirror one final time before the warm grip of his weighted blanket would pull him into a deep sleep.

Late in the night, when he heard a knock at his door. And due to his irritation, he had nearly jumped out of his flesh. Though it was a timid knock, he had been very put off by it. His tranquility collapsed. And in his frustration, he stormed over to the door and flung it open.

Much to his surprise— and regret— the form of his Satanic Pope stood brilliantly before him. His heterochromiac eyes bore into his own, and there was a moment of silence before the figurehead cleared his throat.

“Good evening, uh, Brother Marcel.” Oh, how that voice did not match his gallant appearance. “I hope my sudden intrusion did not find you in an… ill manner.”

“Of course not.” Marcel sighed, lying through his teeth as he bowed his head. He could only pray that this would take a moment, and he could return to his doing absolutely nothing in a moment. “What is it that you need?” He’d sounded too impatient. Oops.

“Well, it’s been made clear to me that the Ghost project is in need of a new face, now that I’ve, uh… ascended to the papacy.”

Oh no. “… I see…” Marcel contained his dread, even though his hopes of a good night’s rest had been crushed. He folded his arms across his chest and listened in well.

“So I thought, since you’ve designed the ghouls’ recent line, that you could perhaps… fashion a new one?” It sounded a lot like a question. A question that Marcel would love to refuse at this time of the night, when everyone in the surrounding halls was asleep— and he should be too.

“… yes, Papa. I can do that.” He made his best attempt to lighten up his voice, soften his hazel eyes and relax his jaw. And at these motions, something had stirred in Papa’s expression. Discontentment was Marcel’s first guess, and he stiffened up again to present as more dignified. Willing. He strode over to his dresser and snatched up the pocket-sized notebook from atop it, and the pen by its side, flicking through the paper to find a blank page.

“Do you have any ideas in mind? Any requirements?” Marcel began. Hopefully this would make it a bit easier, if he already had an idea of what he wanted, rather than starting from scratch. He could picture himself now, spending days on designs and prototypes and having them all rejected because they didn’t fit what Papa would like.

“Well…” he began, “this new album is a lot more focused on the conflict of the modern world. Something with modernization as a… sort of theme.”

Marcel nodded slowly as he wrote, mentally drawing up one blank after another. “… okay. Anything else?”

Papa thought for a moment before shrugging one shoulder. “Not… not particularly. The rest is up to you, really— I’m sure I’ll be happy with anything you come up with, fratello.”

I doubt it.

Marcel bit his lip and set the notebook back down, approaching the doorway once more. “Very well— I’ll get to work on those as soon as possible. Is there anything else I can do for you?”

He wasn’t expecting Papa’a firm hand to grasp his shoulder the next second, giving it a light squeeze. “Get some good rest.” Papa had softened his voice as he ducked down slightly to look them in the eyes, “And take good care of yourself, eh?”

Marcel found a look of kindness in those eyes— real care— and couldn’t refuse it. Those haunting, glimmering orbs pleaded them, and the grip on his shoulder tightened ever so slightly.

“I-I will. Thank you, Papa.” And with that, he waited for the man to release him before backing into his room and closing the door, listening for those footsteps to trail away.’

Modernization. Industrialization. The Industrial Revolution. An alternative future. Dystopia— what could’ve been.

These ideas flooded his exhausted brain as he began with a sketch. He stood at his desk, back beginning to ache from his hunched posture and head pounding from the headache that his tensed shoulders had produced.

A gas mask. No— the classic steampunk goggles would fit the ghouls nicely. They would help disguise their features perfectly.

They let his imagination destroy him, venturing deeper into the hours of the night.

It would be well near the witching hour when he’d finally allow themself to rest.

Tfw you lost motivation halfway through. Anyways I didn’t really like how this turned out but oh well… it’s content.

#nameless ghouls #the band ghost #ghost oc #papa emeritus 4 #papa emeritus #oc ficlet

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Direction – Twenty-Four | Hunt x HWU MC (Danielle)

Summary: Poor Thomas can't handle the thought of seeing Danielle naked...

Words: 1500+

Notes: I AM SCREAMING! By the way, the next chapter is already done as well and I think I'll be uploading it very soon, so you won't have to wait too long...

❥ Previous Chapter: Twenty-Three ❥ Moodyvalentine’s Masterlist

Hunt was waiting for her outside, and Danielle realised this would be the first time they were driving to the shoot in the same car. And, as it seemed, they would be alone, save for the person driving. She had kind of hoped he would already be there so she’d have some time to herself on the way.

“Did you get some sleep?” Hunt asked while they walked to the car.

“Not a lot,” Danielle replied honestly. She opened the door and climbed into the car. Once she was sitting, she added, “I won’t be falling asleep, though.”

Hunt looked at her with a slightly puzzled expression on his face, then got into the car as well. “I didn’t think you would be so nervous.”

“I’m not,” Danielle immediately lied. From the look Hunt gave her, she could tell he didn’t believe it. She sighed. “I’ve never had a nude scene before.”

He choked. “Nude? I was under the impression you would be wearing ritual robes.”

“Oh, that was an earlier version of the scene,” Danielle told him, surprised he didn’t know that. “Holly thought I would be uncomfortable being naked in front of Phelps, so she went with that. But when you came on board, she asked me if it would be all right if she changed it back to what she had originally planned.”

Hunt swallowed hard. “Ah, yes, I suppose… it seems fitting, being a purification ritual and all. And you agreed to that?”

“I did,” Danielle confirmed. Nervous as she was, it did make more sense – aesthetically and story-wise. “But, wait, if you didn’t know that… why did you think I’d be nervous?”

He tilted his head to one side. “Filming in cold water in the middle of the night isn’t without its dangers. Not to mention the dangers that come with doing so right by a waterfall.”

Danielle chuckled. “Yeah, I don’t know who you think you’re talking to. I thought you were there during my time at Hollywood U? I’ve done more dangerous things than that.”

“Touché,” Hunt said with a shake of his head. He seemed to think about something for a moment. “Even if I had known about the nudity, I wouldn’t have guessed you would be nervous about that, either.”

Ouch. That felt like a slap in the face, coming from him. Danielle huffed and turned her back to him, looking out the window. “Didn’t know that’s what you think of me.”

“That is not how I meant it,” Hunt said, and Danielle swore she could hear him roll his eyes. “I don’t know you to be easily fazed, that is all.”

She turned back to look at him. He did appear to be genuine. “I didn’t think I’d be so nervous, either,” she told him and shrugged. “Maybe if it wasn’t Montmartre’s film…”

“It’s not,” Hunt said staunchly. “Yes, it’s his money, and he gets to make some decisions,” he conceded, “but we are the people making the film. You and Holly Chang and… Chris… and I and everyone else working on it.”

“But—”

“I’m going to make sure you will feel as comfortable as possible,” he told her, determination in his voice. “And you will not have anything to be embarrassed about.”

Danielle felt a strange fluttering sensation in her chest, then. That was exactly the reason why she had always wanted to work with Hunt again, ever since Centaurus Lost. She had seen a side of him then that she’d never imagined he had. A director who cared about the finished product, yes, but also one who cared about everyone involved. One who wanted his vision realised, but not at any cost. One who was the antithesis to all Hollywood stood for.

She had fallen in love with him as a director then. And maybe even a little as a person, too.

With a smile, she said, “Thank you, Hu… Thomas.”

Thomas silently cursed whoever had messed up and not given him the new version of the script, but there was nothing he could do now. He hated not being fully prepared – and he would have needed quite some time to prepare himself for this. Danielle, naked, in the light of a full moon. And after the dream he’d had in their first night here, too.

It was a good thing they were in a bit of a time crunch and he could send her right to hair and make-up once they arrived because he needed some time to process it. Preferably not with her sitting right next to him.

There should not have been a problem, really. Thomas had seen many actresses naked in his time. Some he found attractive, some he did not. Never had it cost him an ounce of professionalism, however. Then again, he’d never dreamt about any of them in his bed, either.

A paramedic came up to him shortly after Danielle had disappeared into one of the tents and informed him of the safety protocols they would be following. He didn’t listen all too closely, his mind still elsewhere. It was all the usual things, anyway, he was sure – frequent breaks for warming up, no venturing too far into the water, and so on. When the paramedic was done with his safety instruction, Thomas sent him off to give the same speech to Danielle as well.

It wasn’t long after that Danielle stepped out of a tent, wearing only a sheer white robe. She already looked so graceful as she walked towards him in the moonlight, a bashful smile on her face.

“I’m ready, I think,” she told him.

Thomas couldn’t answer right away. He was still taking in her appearance. She looked less savage than she usually did as Maeve. Her long red hair wasn’t wild, it looked smooth and flowy and beautiful. Her face was almost devoid of any visible make-up, only the usual film make-up was there. She looked young and innocent and somehow… ethereal.

He wasn’t sure what was worse – this look, or the fierce and wild swordswoman he had seen before. Neither of them left him or his heart rate unaffected, that was for certain.

“Um… Thomas?” Danielle asked, sounding almost worried. “Is everything all right?”

He cleared his throat. “Yes, yes. I was just thinking about something… shall we start?”

“Yes, please,” she told him. “I don’t think waiting longer will help with that knot that’s been forming in my stomach.”

Thomas nodded. “Very well. We’re going to start with some shots of you outside of the water.”

“I thought so. Can’t have my hair wet before I even get in the water, right?” she said, chuckling. Thomas wondered if she could tell how flustered he was.

“That, and we don’t want to shoot too much after you were in the water. The risk of hypothermia would be too high,” he said and motioned for her to follow him.

Yes, hypothermia, continuity… and the fact that Thomas would do anything to delay seeing her take off that robe. Luckily, Danielle was walking behind him and couldn’t see his face when the thought crossed his mind.

Christ, Thomas, get a grip, he thought to himself. You’re not a teenager who’s never seen a naked woman before.

At the bottom of the waterfall, they stopped, and a special effects artist walked up to Danielle with a container of fake blood in his hands. He asked if she was ready to begin, to which she nodded. Thomas took a step back, and let him do his work.

He dipped his hand into the blood and smeared some over her face. He also put some into the hair that was framing her face, making sure to keep its otherwise impeccable look. Then, he seemed to give Danielle some instructions, after which she opened her robe a little bit, then dipped her own hands into the fake blood. And, oh God, then she started smearing it across the top of her breasts.

The innocence Thomas had seen just a few seconds ago was now gone, replaced by something else entirely. Something much worse. She looked beautiful still, her hair still perfect, her face still young, her robe still white. Except there were now deep red spots visible through the robe, and her hair had dark and sticky strands, and she looked exactly as Maeve was supposed to in this very moment – as if she had just killed her betrothed.

It should not have been something that made Thomas feel the way he did right now, but he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help the waves of heat that washed over him, and he had to look away.

He heard everyone else around him get into position, so he followed suit. Danielle was now standing just out of frame, a blood-stained dress fit for a noble lady in her hands.

Thomas looked at her, despite every nerve in his body telling him not to. He had promised he would make her feel comfortable, though, so he waited for her approval. She gave him a nod and a smile. She was ready. Was he?

It didn’t matter. They had much to shoot and only very limited time. “And… action!”

Tags: @trappedinfandoms @lilyoffandoms @oneemofungirl @alleksa16 @silversparrow1112 @alj4890

#hwu #hwu hunt #thomas hunt #professor hunt #thomas hunt fanfic #danielle

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many-gay-magpies · 2 years

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no yeah the more i think of it, noa is Absolutely catlike ! i actually read the whole webnovel yesterday bc someone on twitter uploads the chapters to a thread (i am Not paying to read a wattpad book tf) and yeah . the boy condones violence his solution to any and all problems is “kick their ass.” also his hair is apparently weirdly neat and perfect all the time which i think suits him too- like you’ll see him perched on the strangest possible place but he looks perfectly pristine and chilling. also Yes to the strange positions in chairs!!!!! shion walks in to see noa contorted like an acrobat in his seat like “uhhhh what in the fresh hell are you doing” “lounging, obviously.” i just think noa chaotic neutral king that likes fucking with people in harmless ways.

bUT ALSO ALLOW ME TO GET DEVASTATING FOR A MOMENT AND SAY NOA COMPLAINING ABOUT THE SKINSHIP AND GOING “i’m not a baby anymore stoooopppp” BUT THEN IN MOMENTS WHERE HES SHAKEN UP (LIKE AFTER A HARD BATTLE WHERE EVERYONE BRUSHED FINGERTIPS WITH DEATH) HE JUST SLIPS INTO HELI’S ROOM AND ASKS IN THE TINIEST VOICE “heli can you… can you just hold me?” and heli scoots over and hugs noa close and stokes his hair until the poor boy falls asleep from the pure exhaustion. yeah .

ok this is long and when i’m done crying i will send the ask abt the ghost

- vrvr anon

noa chaotic neutral king!! youre SO right god yea . im just getting the image of him, like, doing the weirdest shit imaginable (whether its sitting in weird places or contorting his body weirdly and the like) but looking completely stone-faced and put-together while doing it. the brothers are at the tail end of some big battle with the low-grade vampires and all of them went through shit and look like it, their hair's all messed up and theyre covered in dirt and possibly blood and theyre about ready to drop dead (metaphorically) from exhaustion, meanwhile a short distance away noa just. stands up. hair and clothes perfectly intact. brushes some dirt off his shirt and turns to them like "okay are we ready to go home now" and they all just ???? LMAO. plot twist noa's power is looking constantly flawless no matter how much of a Time he's had

also "what in the fresh hell are you doing" "lounging, obviously" KILLED ME idek why but the phrasing of that is so funny to me . lounging, obviously like yes he IS lounging shion leave him alone. it also makes me think about vampires in comparison to bats and how they do the whole hanging upside down to sleep thing,, and inevitably now im connecting that to noa,, because ill bet anything he has hella good leg strength from playing night ball all the time and that coupled with his chaotic neutral energy for him to just decide "fuck it" and nap hanging from a tree branch. like just hook his legs over the branch of a tree somewhere and pass tf out. he has no blood to rush to his head so theres no negative side-effects. and again shion walks up to him like "what in the fresh hell are you doing" and noa goes "chilling, obviously, what does it look like? mind your own business."

(one last thing before i get to the angst-- i just remembered something i drew a while that i think you might enjoy; it's a sort of conceptual werewolf-bat hybrid form for solon, since werewolves turn into, well, wolves obviously, and vampires turn into bats, and if he's BOTH i figured he might be able to turn into some... weird amalgamation of the two. so if that's something you're interested in seeing at all i can definitely share 👁👁)

OKAY NOW. YES DEVASTATION. GOD IT REALLY IS I AM DEVASTATED. noa trying to be the big mature vampire who doesn't need his brothers' touch/comfort... but sometimes its good to just be held and feel like a little kid again, like back when they did their best to protect him from all the pain... maybe they can't protect him like they used to, because things are much more serious they used to be and noa is grown-up now, but they can still be there to comfort him when he needs it. stop im crying

to end this snswer on a more comedic note, i thought of something thats entirely unrelated to noa but still relevant to the dark moon vamps: i feel like vampires do still need to sleep, they cant just be awake nonstop forever, but since theyre, yknow, dead, they can sort of delay when it happens and make up for lost sleep in giant chunks (like all those myths about vampires sleeping in coffins for thousands of years and being woken by a Foolish Mortal who stumbles upon their evil castle by chance). so im just picturing the brothers, but especially heli, being known as these like... pseudo-high school cryptids who dont need sleep because they pull multiple all-nighters in a row and shit during finals and seem completely fine?? like maybe heli looks a little tired in class one day and a girl comes up to him all timidly like "u-um... heli i... noticed you seemed a little t-tired today, are you feeling okay?" and he just looks down at her, flashes that big sweet Popular Guy smile that has everyone swooning, and says "i havent slept in seven days." and then once finals are over/break starts all the bros cram into one giant sleep-pile in their dorm and no one sees them for a straight week after LMAO

#asks #anon 📝#vrvr anon #dark moon nonsense #dark moon

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skyeet-the-writer · 4 years

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The Love Among Us

Chapter 1-- I’d Never Snitch On Daddy

so i haven’t seen many corpse husband x reader stories on here, so i decided to upload one myself. i’ve been watching jacksepticeye’s among us videos and when i heard corpse talk for the first time, i was like, “hol up” and now i’ve been obsessed with him. also, go stream his music on spotify, it’s amazing. enjoy! x.

corpse husband x female!reader

summary: while playing among us, y/n watches corpse kill felix in o2. when his body is reported, however, she doesn’t tell who killed him.

word count: ~3.6k

warnings: swearing, mentions of death (not real death), mentions of murder (not real murder)

EDIT: before i wrote this and after i published it, i did not know that corpse did not like to be referred to as “daddy”. had i known this, i would have not even thought of posting this. and since i know now, i won’t refer to him as such in the future. thank you. (10/19/2020)

EDIT 2: this is the first part to my corpse x reader series. i will be adding chapters as we go!

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4 rounds before the incident

“I was in coms with PJ!” Sean exclaims.

“He is doing the liar voice!” Felix shouts with a laugh.

“I’m not,” Sean tries to say, but everyone talks over him and the voting time ends. Everyone left alive, though it was only four people, had all voted for him and he yells at them as he gets ejected.

stinky was not the imposter

2 imposters remain

The round ends and everyone unmutes themselves.

“Lizzie, you saw Felix kill me and you did nothing!” Roomie yells as soon as the round ends and the imposters are revealed.

“Yeah, because I was the other imposter.”

“Oh. Okay, well that makes sense.”

Everyone laughs and Ken starts the round again.

“Wait, can I invite y/n to play? She’s doing her twenty-four-hour stream and she just finished playing Monopoly with Mark, Bob, and Wade,” says Lizzie, looking down at her phone as they all appear back in the waiting room.

“Yes,” Corpse blurts out and there are a few laughs and chuckles.

“You were quick to answer, Corpse,” Sean teases.

“Shut up,” Corpse mumbles and there are even more laughs.

Lizzie smiles and taps into her phone. “I’m gonna invite her.”

“I can’t believe that you actually made that deal, y/n,” Wade is telling you after ending the second round of Monopoly that you’ve played with them.

You smile and cross your legs on your chair. “Look, I was going bankrupt and it seemed good at the time. Besides, Mark was going to win anyway, he owned half of the board.” Your phone buzzes beside you on your desk and you pick it up. “Lizzie texted me.” There’s a sound effect that plays in your headset and you look up at your screen and smile. “Thanks to _lorieplays _for donating a hundred dollars, that means a lot. Thank you so much.”

“Do you want to play another round?” Marks asks.

You shake your head, reading the text from your friend in England. “No, I don’t want to lose to you again.” You laugh. “Nah, Lizzie wants me to play Among Us with her and a few others. It was fun playing with you guys.”

“It was even though you took all of my money,” Bob snaps.

You laugh. “Yeah, yeah. See you guys later.”

“Bye,” says Mark.

“See y--” Wade begins but you cut him off when you disconnect from the call.

“Oops.” You put a hand over your mouth and laugh. “Sorry, Wade. Okay.” You straighten up and glance over everything, making sure it’s all working properly. “I have to pee and I think my roommate ordered pizza, so we’ll be back after this short break. Enjoy this live feed of my pet rats.” You giggle and switch the stream over to a view of your two rats in their cage where you have a camera set up. You take your headset off and head out of your recording room.

Every two months, you have a twenty-four-hour livestream where you play games with your friends from all around the world. Despite being only twenty-five, your Youtube channel had grown exponentially in the past three years and you’ve had the chance to meet lots of other Youtubers like Markiplier, PewDiePie, and your close friend, LDShadowLady.

Currently, you’re on hour twenty of twenty-four and you’re beginning to feel the effects of not sleeping for a whole day. You had been drinking coffee and energy drinks for the past four hours and that seemed to perk you up for two hours max. But your roommate had ordered pizza and that would hopefully wake you up.

After going to the bathroom and grabbing an entire box of pizza, you return to your recording room and sit down. You put your headset back on and eat a slice of pizza before switching the views back to you. “And we’re back. I hope you guys enjoyed my rats because I don’t. They keep me up at night.”

You read a comment while loading up Among Us and laugh. “No, they’re not dead. They’re sleeping. They do that a lot when they’re not fighting.”

When you finally get into the game and entire the code, you spawn in. You also quickly join the Discord chat and wince when nearly ten voices hit you at once.

“y/n!” exclaims Lizzie and the other voices die down for a moment before rising to greet you.

You wince again but laugh. “Jesus, you guys are loud. Hey, Lizzie.” You move your character to the customize tab and go to try and switch your color. But then you frown and realize that you’re stuck with being dark blue. “Damn, I wanted to be white.”

“Do you want to switch?” Corpse asks.

Your eyes widen you your stomach flips. You hadn’t noticed Corpse was in this game. Immediately, your chat became flooded with keyboard smashing and lots of “omg my shipp” and “y/n rlly said ‘anna oop-’”

“Uh, yeah, if you don’t mind,” you manage to stutter out and take a bite of pizza as Corpse’s player comes over and the white option becomes available. You select it and also select the goggles in the hats menu.

“How’s your stream going?” asks Sean.

You shrug. “Pretty good. I’m super tired, though. I literally almost fell asleep while playing Monopoly with Mark, Wade, and Bob.”

“You went to college, right?” You’re pretty sure that’s Roomie.

“Yep,” you affirm with a nod even though they can’t see you. “You’d think that those all-nighters writing papers and studying for finals would make me able to do this.”

There’s a laugh in the group and the round starts.

3 rounds before the incident

You scratch your eyebrow and sigh in relief when you’re the crewmate. You mute yourself and slide up in your chair.

“I like being the crewmate,” you say, heading towards admin as a habit. “It’s a lot less stressful than being imposter.”

After doing your tasks in admin and fueling the engines, you stumble across a dead body in the lower engine and a vent closing.

“Oh,” you say, and press the report button. You unmute yourself and begin with, “So I saw a vent close but I didn’t see who went in.”

“Who died?” asks Lizzie.

“Felix,” says Sean.

You smirk. “It’s always yellow that dies first.”

“Where was the body?” Ken asks.

“Lower engine,” you reply.

“I was in medbay with Corpse doing the scan so it wasn’t him,” PJ says and Corpse makes a noise of confirmation.

This makes your cheeks heat up and you smack a hand over your mouth. Your chat explodes again but you decide to ignore it.

“And I was doing wires in cafeteria,” Lizzie says.

“Sean, where were you?”

“I was in reactor doing the simon says thing,” he answers.

You sigh. “I hate that one. What about you, Ken?”

“I was with Roomie in electrical doing the power thing. You know, the one where you have to divert it somewhere else.”

“So do we skip then?” asks Lizzie.

“No one is super sus, so I’m going to skip,” you answer.

When no one is ejected, you mute yourself again. “I dunno why, but Sean seems pretty sus. Because I didn’t see him on the way down from upper engine. But I guess he could have gotten there in time.” You shrug and run over to the trash chute in the cafeteria. “RIP to Felix, though.”

After doing the trash there, you head down to storage, running into Corpse doing the wires in there. You wait there to clear him and once you do, you run a few circles around him to get his attention and he follows you over to the trash in storage and watches you do that. After that, the two of you head over to electric together and do wires there.

Suddenly, there’s a body reported and you unmute yourself.

“Sean just killed Lizzie in front of me!” exclaims PJ.

“PJ killed Lizzie,” Sean retorts, flipping the blame. “I watched it, he didn’t realize I was there and murdered her.”

“I watched PJ do the scan in medbay, he’s cleared,” Corpse says and you find yourself smiling for no reason. “Sean, you killed Lizzie.”

“I knew he was sus,” you say, grabbing another piece of pizza. You look at the box and your eyes widen. Had you really already eaten half of it?

“Wait wait, how am I sus?” Sean asks.

You take a moment to swallow. “Because when I was doing fuel earlier, I was running down from upper engine and didn’t see you in reactor. Sure, maybe you could have gotten there earlier, but it was super weird.”

The discussion time ends and PJ immediately goes to vote for Sean as well as you, Corpse, and everyone else still alive. Sean ends up getting ejected.

stinky was an imposter

1 imposter remains

“You’re such a detective, y/n,” Sean says when he gets ejected.

You laugh. “I just play this game too much.” You then mute yourself and smile. “I am a genius.”

You end up finishing your tasks quickly after that and then stand in the cafeteria and eat another piece of pizza and read some of the chat.

“’ What am I going to do after this?’ I don’t know. I might play some Minecraft. Should I have a poll on Twitter? I’m stuck between public Among Us games, Minecraft, and taking random quizzes on Buzzfeed.” You smile and hear another sound effect and something pops up on the screen. “Thank you to coochie man for donating a hundred dollars, that means a lot.” You laugh at their name. “I love your name, by the way.”

There’s some rattling in the cage behind you and you turn around to see one of your rats drinking water. You turn back to the chat and read another comment. “’ Do you have a crush on Corpse?’” You blush and smile, biting your lip. “I mean, his voice is hot. I’ve never met him since he lives in San Diego and I live in h/t, but yeah, I guess I do. I’ve been listening to his music for the past few days and it’s really good, you guys should go check it out.”

You look up and unmute yourself when a body is reported. “Who died?” you ask. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Are you already done with your tasks, y/n?” Corpse asks.

God, even the way he says your name is making you blush. “Yeah, I get them done quick.”

“She does that,” says Lizzie, “She always gets her tasks done quick.”

“Ken is dead by the way,” says Roomie and your snort, smacking a hand over your mouth. “I found him in the hallway by navigation. Where was everyone else?”

“I was in cafeteria doing nothing,” you say, leaning back in your chair and spinning around just a little. “I think I saw PJ downloading while I was in there, but I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Yeah, I was downloading,” says Ken.

After more discussion, Corpse points out that Jaiden had been following him and it looked like she had been faking tasks.

“No I haven’t,” she says.

“That sounds like something the imposter would say,” you hum with a smirk. “That’s pretty sus, Jaiden.”

Everyone else agrees and you all end up voting Jaiden out.

jaiden was the imposter

0 imposters remain

You cheer as the round ends and a blue victory screen pops up for the crewmates. “Good game, guys,” you say and play again, waiting for the host.

1 round before the incident

“Oh my god, I’m imposter again?” you groan and sigh when you spawn back in. “I was just imposter, I don’t want to be it again. I’m so bad at it,”

After another short round of you and Felix losing to the crewmates, you all agreed to play two more rounds before Sean had to leave. So you move your character to admin where PJ is and fake the card swipe before moving over to the admin security thing where you could see who was around where. Luckily, no one appeared to be near admin, so you quickly kill PJ and escape through the vent and come out through medbay.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” you whisper over and over, running down to storage. “That was clean.” You fake getting fuel and go back up to the upper engine.

When PJ’s body is reported, you see that your fellow imposter, Sean, had reported it. You stay silent for most of the round and only say that you were in the fuel area when it was reported.

“Yeah, I saw her run past electrical earlier,” Corpse says. You blush and glance at your exploding chat and shake your head.

After everyone skips the round, you mute yourself once more and head towards navigation. “I hate this.” You drag the last syllable and watch Lizzie enter the room. You wait a moment before walking towards her and killing her, jumping into one of the vents. You let out a sigh and flex your fingers. “I’m so stressed.” You exit out of the vent into shields and your heart stops when you see someone else in there but you realize that it’s the other imposter, Sean, and you relax.

You run past him and go to the trash compartments and pretend to unload those. And that’s how the rest of the round goes. You kill someone, someone reports it and you vote someone off. Eventually, you and Sean do a double kill and end up winning the round.

You unmute yourself.

“Let’s go!” Sean exclaims and you smile.

“I can’t believe you killed me, y/n!” shouts Lizzie. “I thought we were friends.”

You laugh. “There are no friends in this game. I’m not loyal to anyone in this game. You could be my best friend and I would fucking murder you.”

“That’s cold,” says Roomie as everyone else spawns back in.

“Yeah,” you nod.

“Wait, PJ disconnected,” says Sean, and you all end up waiting for him to rejoin.

In that time, you look at your chat and say, “Hey, do you guys have any questions for who I’m playing with. I’m asking you, chat.”

“I swear if someone asks about my hands, I’m leaving,” Corpse says and everyone laughs.

You laugh louder when you read a comment and read it aloud, “_Ironlady _says that you should be a hand model, Corpse.”

“Okay, I’m leaving,” you hear Corpse say over everyone laughing.

“No, stay!” you exclaim, trying not to laugh. “C’mon, don’t leave.”

He sighs deeply and your brain goes fuzzy. “Fine. I’ll stay for you.”

You beam and your tummy turns. You ignore the whistles and remarks from everyone else and stand beside Corpse. You suddenly wish that the little bean characters could hold hands.

When PJ joins the server again, Ken starts the round and you cross your fingers, hoping to get crewmate.

0 rounds before the incident

You mute yourself and sigh when you’re a crewmate. “Thank god.” You let out a breath and go over to admin with everyone else. You swipe your card and go to the cafeteria to do some wires there.

The game turns out to be rather uneventful. A few people die and two people are voted off before the game gets truly interesting. And that happens when you walk in on Corpse and Felix.

“I’ve had this song stuck in my head for days,” you’re saying, walking from electrical over to O2. “And I can’t get it out of my head. Maybe singing it will help.” You hum the first part. “Don't go in there, you'll become one. Freaky creatures, monster party. Eyes of yellow, scales and feathers, tails in tethers. Turn the lights off. Bend the nightmare, you control it. Artful dodger, easy does it. Shut the closet, get under the covers. Snakes and lovers. Turn the lights off.” You do a little dance for a moment and continue hum the song, glancing at the chat as you go towards O2 after doing wires in storage.

“Like, I know the song, it’s just been stuck in my head,” you explain. “And it kind of annoys me--”

But you stop as you enter O2 and watch Corpse murder Felix. Neither one of you move and you don’t know what to do. “Uhhh.”

Then, without thinking, you turn straight around and make your way away from the scene of the murder. “I didn’t see anything!” you shout to no one. “I suddenly can’t see who murdered Felix.” You smack a hand over your mouth and stand in the middle of a hallway. “Oh my god, what do I do? I don’t want to snitch on Corpse, he’s hot.” You scratch the back of your neck and shrug, continuing on to reactor. “I didn’t see anything.”

You’re in the middle of doing the simon says in reactor when Felix’s body is reported. You unmute yourself and fidget with the sleeve of your hoodie. You know exactly who killed Felix.

“--was in O2,” says Jaiden and you focus back into the conversation. “And I didn’t see anyone around.”

“I saw you heading that way, y/n, but I know it wasn’t you because I saw you do the trash in storage.”

You look at the screen when Sean talks to you and you chew your lip. “I know who killed Felix.”

“Who?” asks almost everyone at the same time.

You close your eyes and swallow. It’s just a game, why are you taking this so seriously? Suddenly, a song lyric pops into your head and your stomach flips. You imagine yourself saying it and no one knows who you mean except for him.

You open your eyes. “I’d never snitch on daddy.”

There’s a laugh in the chat and you blush fiercely, your livestream chat blowing up once again.

“I think we know who it is, then,” says Sean, laughing.

“Yeah,” agrees Lizzie and your eyes widen.

“Wait, what?” you ask, watching everyone vote almost as soon as the discussion time ends. “Wait, hang on, who--”

“We know who you’re talking about, y/n,” PJ tells you.

You vote for yourself and your brain goes blank as you see that everyone voted for Corpse. He even voted for himself. They knew. They all _knew _about your feelings for Corpse.

The round ends with Corpse being voted out and the crewmates win. There’s some talking, but you stay on the victory screen. You’re trying to decide if your mad or embarrassed or both.

“I didn’t know you’d say that, y/n,” Corpse says, effectively breaking you out of your trance. “I thought you were gonna snitch on me.”

“You heard her,” teases Lizzie and you can tell she’s grinning. “She’d never snitch on you, Corpse.”

He laughs and you feel something in a certain place. “Oh my god, I’m gonna die of embarrassment.” You put your face in your hands, listening to your friends tease you in the chat. You suddenly want to jump out your window and run into traffic.

“Don’t die,” comes Corpse’s voice through the onslaught of teasing. “I’ll be sad.”

“Fuck!” you shout and slam your hand on your desk, shaking your equipment and scaring your rats. “I’m so sorry, Corpse, that was really weird, I--”

“Stop.” He interrupts you and the chat goes silent and you look up at the screen even though you can’t see him. “It’s okay. It was funny.”

Your eyes widen and then narrow. Funny? He thought what you said was funny? How could he think it was funny?

But then he speaks again and he sounds oddly flustered. “Uh, I gotta go. Um, it was fun playing with you guys. Bye, y/n.”

“Bye Cor--” but then he disconnects and you’re left talking to no one. “--pse.”

There’s a long moment of silence until Felix breaks it. “I can’t believe you just watched me die and didn’t do anything about it.”

There are some laughs and you smile faintly, rejoining the game. “Yeah, uh, sorry about that.”

“Are you okay, y/n?” asks Lizzie.

You blush and swallow. “I don’t know. God, I’m so weird.” You run a hand through your hair and adjust your headphones

“No, you’re not,” Roomie assures you. “He has a crush on you, too.”

Your eyes widen and you scoot up in your chair. “He does?”

“I mean, he called you pretty once during a game and said that he watches your videos a lot, so maybe.”

You groan and sink in your chair. “I’m gonna go, I need to run into traffic now.”

A few people laugh or chuckle and Lizzie asks you if you’re actually going to leave.

“Yeah,” you tell her. “But not to run into traffic. I’m going to go play Minecraft to soothe myself.”

“Aw.” You can practically hear her frown. “Okay. Bye, y/n.”

“Good luck with your stream,” Ken tells you.

You grin. “Okay, thanks, bye.”

When you exit the game and leave the chat, you scream. You actually scream and it’s loud. Your roommate even knocks on your door, asking if you’re okay.

You look at them and nod. “Yeah, totally fine. Probably about to have a mental breakdown, but I’m fine.”

“Okay,” they say and lean on the doorframe. “But I’m not cutting bangs for you again.”

You laugh and nod. “Yeah, okay, fine.” They leave and you turn back to your stream, feeling like you’re about to cry. Corpse knows you have a crush on him. And it seems like he has one on you as well, but now you’re embarrassed because you called him ‘daddy’ on stream.

You rub your eyes. “Well, now I know what’ll be streaming on Twitter tonight,” you tell the chat.

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imagine dragging the monster trio to a wedding

I'm back at it again, with more headcannons, because I just don't want to do anything productive. Yey, here we go! (gender neutral)

(WARNING(S): OOC(because i suck :’’’) )

--luffy--

at first he would whine, but you would use the ultimate weapon, FOOD!!

luffy eyes would widen and he would agree with you, only to regret it afterwards

when you said free food, all that came to mind was meat, but there were only "adult' food there

(seriously, who made sweet gravy?)

it was your friend that was getting married, so luffy was just a lost puppy the entire time

he didn't know anybody, and he just wanted to eat meat

luffy would try to tickle you to make it fun, but you would push his hands away

he would pout, whine, complain, but you wouldn't budge

finally the wedding actually starts, and luffy couldn't be more bored

he's happy for your friend, but he just simply doesn't care

all that's going through his mind is MEEEEEEEEATTT!!!

after the kiss/sealing/or whatever, he asks if you guys could go home

you say "no" because oh i don't know, maybe you would want to talk to your friend???????

luffy whines again, but you say, "You know what, come and greet them with me."

luffy, having nothing better to do, comes along

you say hi to your friend the groom, and luffy doesn't like it

oh luffy

even though he clearly knows that you are his, and that the groom literally JUST got married, he just can't help but get a little jealous

he sends his little glare at your friend the entire time, but also catches the wife glaring at you

he giggles, and taps on her shoulder

luffy and the bride immediately get along, making jokes, talking about how jealous they are, and just everything

your friend and your conversation come to a stop, to find luffy and the bride getting along very well

you sigh

"Luffy, we're going home."

"Awww, wait a minute, (Y/N)! She's about to show me a meme!"

oh how the tables have turned

--zoro--

zoro, i feel like would go if you asked, but this was a special case

sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yup the wedding was SUPER early in the morning

sure, zoro can wake up, but does he want to?

nah

so, when you wake him up the morning of the wedding, he looks at you with the most dead look in the eye

"What's the point of having a wedding this early in the morning?"

you laugh at him, and tell him to hurry and dress up

you better not leave him alone, he'll just fall back in bed and start snoozing away

once you guys get in the wedding place, he's just dead inside

"Why am I here? I should be in bed right now."

poor zoro

you'll have to try to find some activities to do while waiting for it to start, because if he takes a seat, he'll fall asleep

but once it starts, honestly he's respectful

he tries his hardest to stay awake for it (he might doze off once or twice though)

after everything, you go to talk with the newly wedded couple

i feel like zoro would just be standing there next to you while you talked with them, just staring off into space

he'll be imagining his bed, his sweet, sweet wonderful bed

his warm sheets, fluffy pillow, your warmth just ah~

he'll either somehow take a nap while standing up, or just collapse on the floor (probably the second option, though ngl)

finally, it's time for the bride to throw her bouquet!

a bunch of people (all genders here :) ) gather behind the bride, but you don't

you just think that the throwing of the bouquet is kind of idiotic

oh well, you just wanted to see who would get the bouquet

she throws the bouquet, and somehow...... it lands on zoro's head

I'M NOT KIDDIN (haha you see what i did there? :''') )

everyone thinks it's rigged because... how did that even happen

you laugh at him, and he wakes up and the bouquet falls to his hands

as you leave together, you jokingly say

"So, when's the wedding?"

"Yes."

--sanji--

"OF COURSE I WILL, (Y/N)-KWUN/CHWAN~~~~!!!”

this simp

this absolute simp

honestly, you actually didn’t have to drag him along, he went willingly

when you get into your suit/dress/whatever you wear at a wedding, nosE BLEEDS

NOSE BLEEDS EVERYWHERE

the only bad part about him going is him insulting the food that was offered to the guests

“There are so many ladies here, and thEY HAVE THE NERVE TO SERVE THIS??”

“Sanji, calm down.”

he would storm the kitchen, and start lecturing the cooks

you’d probably have to drag him out of the kitchen, trying to convince him to spare the cooks for the day

reluctantly, he would let you persuade him, but for a price ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

*ahem* a-anyhow, during the main event, he’ll be the most respectful person the earth

he would hold our hand while the groom and bride kiss and congratulate them after words even if he didn’t know who they were

if you converse too much with the groom and get a little touchy (as in a hug), he’ll get jealous

the dance party would be a blast!

you and sanji would be the best couple at dancing whether it would be just absolutely animalistic, or just classical dancing

honestly, y’all are just cute

Phew! Another one done! I’m actually really lazy on uploading on my blog, so please give me some asks to boost it. Thanks once again, and I’ll see y’all later! Peace out!

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OK, I'm here to ask for tony x fem!reader. They are married and just had twins, a boy and a girl and named them after Tony's parents? When his parents (yes, I want them alive) are going to meet them, Tony says the names of the babys and they are really really happy about it and they have a cute family moment 🥺

I just want Tony to be happy with his parents and his own little family, he deserve all the happiness in the world! ❤

Surprise Visit || Tony Stark

Dad!Tony Stark x Wife!Fem!reader

Summary: Finally you arrive home with your twins as you all try and get settled in at home after coming from the hospital. Tony’s parents make a surprise visit to meet their first grandchildren...

TW: Fluff, Mention of Pregnancy/Talk about Babies/Young Children, Married Couple, Playful Banter, Happy Crying/Emotional (the good kind)

Word Count: 1,700

A/N: Y/EC = Your Eye Color & Y/HC = Your Hair Color

This request also was so much fun to write and make! It’s nice and refreshing to be writing like family content since I’ve never done it much before so its such a change to my usually smutty self but regardless I love the content and I too Anon agree that Tony deserves the world and all the happiness! I hope you enjoy it and thank you for the request!

Also I’m lowkey annoyed that the gif I wanted wasn't able to upload but if I figure out a way to fix it I'll probably update it!

Finally, you were home at last. You had spent a good week and a half stuck in the hospital after having the twins and all you wanted to do is be home resting in your own bed and enjoying your babies without beeping hospital machines and nurses barging in on you every five minutes. You were carrying one baby carrier while Tony juggled to carry the other, his hands so full that he even had some gift bag hanging from his mouth as he tried to hold the door open for you with his foot. You just let out a giggle at how different things were going to be now that you had not only one but two little human beings to take care of now. You knew that both of your hands were going to be full for quite some time until getting the hang of dealing with twins. Slowly but surely you walked upstairs to the baby's room and you felt like you could breathe knowing that everyone had gotten home in good health and all in one piece. Tony was following right behind setting down the carrier gently on the floor and finally he was able to talk after taking out whatever bag was hanging from his mouth.

"Home at last!" He said excitedly but you immediately turned to him putting your index finger to your lips shooshing him to be quiet because both of the babies were sound asleep.

"Home at last..." He repeated but in a low whisper this time, you kneeled down to the carrier you were holding and you pulled up the blanket the was covering it to slowly reveal your lovely daughter. She looked exactly like you except she had Tony's dark brown hair and she definitely had your Y/EC eyes no doubt about it.

You shuffled your way over to the other carrier and also pulled the blanket up to reveal your beautiful baby boy who looked exactly like Tony except he had your Y/HC hair and his fathers beautiful brown doe eyes. You smiled at the sight and carefully you cradled your son in your arms, you stood up slowly as you tried not to wake him and Tony took soft steps over to you and his hand held his son's head gently, leaning in to kiss the top of it. You held him close to your chest and while looking down you couldn't help but smile at the sight of how calm and gentle Tony was with the babies, you never thought you would see the day but now Ironman was now an Irondad as you would say joking with him.

"He looks just like you honey...even his little nose especially," You whispered, your finger lightly booping your son's nose and then you booped Tony's nose in return.

"He is definitely going to be so handsome just like his daddy." You finished off, looking back and forth between Tony and your son.

"I would hope so, let's just pray that in the future he doesn't become a heartbreaker like I used to be," Tony said with a small chuckle, you rocking your son in your arms and walking over to his crib. You softly placed him on the bed, making sure to cover him with a blanket so he wouldn't get cold.

"And we certainly can't forget my little girl either." Tony proceeded to say as he was the one this time to kneel down and cradle your daughter in his arms, looking down at her admiring how beautiful she was.

You looked over his shoulder admiring how cute your daughter was and that you already knew she would have this man wrapped around her finger in an instant, no doubt about it. Tony also laid a gentle kiss on her head while you peeked in closer, your hands on his shoulder while he rocked her back and forth in his arms.

"She definitely looks like a daddy's girl but who knows maybe she might be a bit rebellious like her mommy." You whispered, Tony let out another quiet chuckle taking a second to look at you before looking back at his daughter.

"If she turns out to be as beautiful as you then I don't care if she causes havoc-" He was able to say but the doorbell rang interrupting him and he quickly placed her in the crib also tucking her in making sure she was warm and cozy.

"That must be my parents, they wanted to come over and surprise visit the twins today." He whispered across the room taking quick and light footsteps out of the room and jogging down the stairs to answer the door.

"Looks like you two are going to meet grandma and grandpa." You had whispered peeking over into the cribs watching as the twins both still had their eyes half shut yet half awake, their little bodies squirming around in the swaddles they were in.

You scrambled to clean up the room a bit and make sure that everything was organized and in place before Tony’s parents came upstairs. You had a really good relationship with them especially since yours lived rather far away from Malibu. Once all four of you got settled in you wanted to fly out your parents so they could also meet the twins. Having strong ties with family and the grandparents especially was something that was really important to you and Tony. You both loved and valued family and being able to have help from them, and even friends was going to be very useful in the future.

You saw Tony's parents walk into the baby's room slowly and you gave them both a wave to come on over to the cribs where the twins were sleeping. They both had waved and said their hello's quietly to you as they approached.

"Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Stark," You whispered seeing them both slowly approach the cribs and looking in at the twins.

"Oh my! Look at how beautiful they are." Tony's mother, Maria, said gasping at the sight in front of her.

"I can't believe you got lucky with not only one but two son." Tony's father, Howard, said glancing over to Tony and patting his sons shoulder proudly while looking back at the twins again.

"Yeah, we sure got lucky dad," Tony said in response smiling at how his parents were cooing and already making the cutest faces at the twins, his mother already pointing at all their facial features and trying to figure out which twin had whose features.

"Have you both already picked names for them?" Maria asked you, you just smiled in return since both you and Tony wanted the name reveal to be a surprise and now was the time to finally give the big news.

"Yes we did...their names are Howard-" As Tony walked over to your side and held your waist wrapping his arms around you, he finished your sentence for you.

"And Maria." Both his parents looking at you two and they were happily in shock.

"Really? Tony you didn't have to do that and Y/N..." His mother scrambled to say but regardless she was happy to know you both wanted to honor them by giving the twins their names.

"No, it's ok Mrs. Stark. We wanted to. We really loved the idea of carrying on family traditions and their first names are from Tony's side of the family and their middle names are from my side of the family." You explained with a smile, Maria coming over to you and immediately giving you a hug to thank you.

"You both made a perfect choice," Howard said while he was trying to hold in how happy and full of pride he was, trying not to be too overly excited but you knew that deep inside he was happy to know his legacy was continuing on through his name, Tony had to get his ego from somewhere.

"They both are blessed to have you two as their parents." He continued to say as you were still being hugged and almost suffocated by Maria.

"Thank you, dad. That means so much to us." Tony said and you could hear he was on the verge of tears but trying to be manly he didn't let himself cry, instead, he went over to his dad and gave him a big bear hug.

Once Maria had finally let go of you, you glanced over and saw Tony hugging his dad. You couldn't help but shed a tear knowing that the relationship he had with his dad wasn't overall the greatest but they had overcome a lot over the years to rebuild their relationship together. As Maria stood close to you, you both went back to look at the twins and you immediately handed her a burp cloth.

"Do you want to hold her?" You asked and Maria couldn't even reply with how happy she was to hold her granddaughter for the first time.

Next to the other crib, you had seen Tony talking with his dad and motioning towards the crib letting his father hold your son and cradle him in his arms. You couldn't help but keep on smiling at the moment and you carefully held your daughter and passing her off to Maria's arms.

Now that both twins were in the arms of their grandparents Tony returned back to your side putting an arm around you and you leaned your head against his shoulder.

"I can already tell that they are definitely going to spoil the twins silly with lots of love." You commented smiling at the sight in front of you. Both his parents laughed and smiled while they looked down so preciously at their grandbabies.

"Yep, they are going to be spoiled rotten, I just know it." Tony said with a chuckle squeezing your shoulder.

"I love you so much, Tony." You said not even realizing it while you just snuggled closer into his side, your hand laying against his chest.

"I love you too, sweetheart." He simply said, turning his head to kiss the top of your head.

The both of you happily watched how in an instant your party of two became four and the both of you were ready to take on the challenge of raising twins but thankfully you had all the help you could get from such loving grandparents as well.

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Abe no Yasuchika Main Story — Chapter 10 Premium Story

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Yasuchika blinked in surprise when I shoved him towards a nearby tree stump.

Yasuchika: Wow, you’re surprisingly pushy.

Yuno: … One thing I’ve learnt is that it’s okay to treat you like this.

After staring at me with a dumbfounded look for a while… Yasuchika smiled.

Yasuchika: — Of course.

I finished helping him with a simple bandaging of his finger after a while, and my racing heart finally calmed down.

Yasuchika: Thanks. I owe you one.

Yuno: It’s fine… I only did it because I wanted to.

(Although…)

(The reason why Yasuchika went feral during the battle was because he was shown an illusion of Akihito.)

Yuno: Yasuchika… can I ask you something about Lord Akihito?

Yasuchika: The thing just now still bothering you?

Yuno: … Honestly, yes.

Yasuchika: I see. I mean, you’ve already seen it all, so there's no need for me to hide it from you anymore.

After a brief moment of silence, Yasuchika spoke.

Yasuchika: The scene you saw just now? That was exactly how Lord Akihito and I first met.

Yasuchika: When I was a child, I received ‘special training’ from the Abe Clan.

Yasuchika: Then I sensed a mysterious presence of a spirit in the mansion.

Yuno: And that spirit was Lord Akihito…?

Yasuchika: That's right. Back then, I was the only person who could see Lord Akihito.

(But isn't Akihito a living person? I’m pretty sure I saw him the other day.)

Yasuchika: You noticed? The Lord Akihito you saw in that illusion and the real Lord Akihito look identical.

Yuno: Y-Yes. So I’m curious… who exactly is Lord Akihito?

Yasuchika: He was once an ordinary human being, his body sealed away by the Abe Clan.

Yuno: Sealed away? What do you mean…

Yasuchika: Whatever I’m about to say to you… please don't tell anyone.

Yasuchika: Not even the people from the Shogunate.

Yuno: … I won’t.

Yasuchika: I can’t really tell you much details, but his body constitution is unique.

Yasuchika: Before his birth, he was cursed to be born a stillborn. However, he miraculously survived and was thus brought into this world alive.

(So that’s the kind of past Akihito had…)

An image of Akihito’s otherworldly beauty and elegance appeared in my mind.

Yasuchika: But many things happened… Lord Akihito was never happy for a day in his life from ever since he was born.

Yasuchika: He was unloved, cast aside, and betrayed.

Yuno: Goodness…

Yasuchika: He had always suppressed the curse that was bound to his soul by sheer willpower, but…

Yasuchika: As Lord Akihito’s tolerance for his pain and suffering reached its limit, the curse went loose and killed everyone around him.

Yuno: …!

Yasuchika: From what I’ve been told, every single Onmyoji had to get involved to deal with the situation.

Yasuchika: They couldn't say for sure what would happen to the curse if they killed Lord Akihito, that's why they ended up sealing him away even though he was a human being.

Yuno: Then… what about the Lord Akihito you saw?

Yasuchika: He was a living spirit. His physical body had been asleep and hidden away deep inside the Abe Clan’s mansion.

Yasuchika: Due to the effects of the spell that was used to seal him away, his body never aged.

Yasuchika: But he was a special kind of living spirit. I was the only person who could see him, because I’m someone from the Abe Clan who was born with that gift.

(He has to possess an extreme amount of hate for another person, to turn into a living spirit.)

Yuno: … That's how deep the wounds Lord Akihito’s pain and suffering caused him are.

Yasuchika: Correct. As time went by, the seal was eventually weakened. He started roaming around the mansion as a living spirit without his memories.

== Flashback Start ==

Yasuchika: No one enjoys being a living spirit.

Yasuchika: They don’t curse people because they want to.

== Flashback End ==

I thought of Yasuchika’s words after our encounter with that female living spirit.

(He was also talking about Akihito.)

Yuno: But… Lord Akihito appears to be an ordinary man now.

Yasuchika: There was an incident… it caused him to regain his memories and control over his physical body.

(An incident?)

Yasuchika’s facial expression was cold, but I could sense that he was fuming.

But that look disappeared from his face almost immediately…

Yasuchika: But that’s another story.

(I’m sure there's a lot more to it, but I know I won’t be hearing anything about it tonight.)

Yasuchika: Anyway, Lord Akihito has been by my side ever since I was a little boy and was like a guiding light for me.

Yuno: A guiding light…

== Flashback Start ==

Akihito: If you’re not a human being, you wouldn't be so warm, right?

Little Boy: But I…

Akihito: If you ever feel lost… I’ll be your guide for as long as you live in this mansion.

Little Boy: Akihito?

Akihito: Onmyoji use their power to exorcize curses. That makes it one of the kindest powers in the world.

Akihito: Always remember to be a kind person, Yasuchika.

== Flashback End ==

Yuno: .. “Be a kind person”.

Yasuchika: That's right. He also told me to make use of my powers to help the weak, never give in to greed, and always seek self-improvement.

Yuno: … Lord Akihito was your safe person, wasn't he?

(As a living spirit, Akihito taught the little boy we saw in the illusion about human warmth.)

Yasuchika: He was my everything.

There was not an ounce of insincerity in Yasuchika’s answer.

Yasuchika: An Onmyoji’s job is more bloody and selfish than people think.

Yasuchika: I can’t truly be the “kind person” Lord Akihito told me to be.

Yasuchika: The most I can do is hold onto my childhood memories and pretend to be kind by doing random acts of kindness on a whim.

Yasuchika: That’s the kind of man I am.

(Pretend…)

(If I’m not mistaken, he said something similar after he saved that young woman who turned into a living spirit.)

His self-deprecating words made my heart ache.

I reflexively reached out to gently hold Yasuchika’s hand, careful not to touch his injured finger.

Yasuchika: — Yuno?

Yuno: You’re so warm. Just like Lord Akihito said.

Yasuchika: …

Yuno: If you keep up your act, then perhaps one day, your pretense will become a reality.

Yasuchika: … You’ve only just met me.

I flinched a little when I heard those words.

Yuno: If I’m going to always be afraid of being wrong, then I’ll never be able to believe in anyone or anything.

Yuno: I want to believe that your hands are warm ones that have saved the lives of many.

Yuno: That’s why, from this moment on, I want you to take extra good care of these hands.

(Please don’t throw away a part of yourself so easily.)

Yasuchika gulped.

Yasuchika: …

His eyes with an unreadable look in them slowly approached me…

(Ah…)

Yasuchika’s lips lightly pecked my forehead.

Yasuchika: You’re the warm one.

My heart was racing and my body was burning hot.

Yasuchika: Here I was thinking I’m being careful enough.

Yasuchika: How... how did you find your way into my heart?

Yuno: Yasuchika…

Yasuchika lifted his right hand and touched my hair that had turned silver.

I held my breath as he casually combed my disheveled hair.

Yasuchika: You must be feeling so worn out.

Yuno: Uhm…

I took a few falls while dodging the ayakashi’s attacks, so my kimono was completely ruined.

I suddenly felt self-conscious and tried to shrink away…

Yasuchika: I have no idea why, but you look so gorgeous right now.

Hearing his words that were as sweet as honey while looking into his dark eyes made me gulp nervously.

(Why are you making that face?)

Yuno: Um… is it because my hair and eyes resemble Tamamo’s?

Yasuchika: … Is that so?

Yasuchika: — Nah.

Yasuchika took another look at me and shook his head.

Yasuchika: Same color scheme, yes. But you look nothing like Tamamo.

Yuno: I- I see.

(Tamamo is so much more beautiful.)

Yasuchika: The golden color of your eyes is mellow, like the morning sun.

Yuno: Um…

(What am I supposed to say here…)

Yuno: T- Thank you.

Yasuchika grinned when he saw how red my cheeks had gotten.

Yasuchika: Shouldn't I be the one thanking you?

Yasuchika: You lent me your assistance just now.

(I think I was being protected more than I could be of any help.)

I had a gut feeling that something had changed that night in the relationship between me and Yasuchika…

I hoped that the cool night breeze would help cool my burning skin off quickly.

#ikemen genjiden #ikegen #ikegen main story #ikemen yasuchika #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #otome #yasuchika main story

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flowersbby · 3 years

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Star Struck | Corpse Husband x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Swearing (If I’m missing any let me know please! :) )

a/n: You’re a model/ streamer in this one! :D I’m thinking about if I should turn this into a series or not? Lmk what you think. I hope you like it <3

It was a nice morning. The sun was shining through the tall windows that showed you a view of your balcony onto your bed, there was a slight breeze so it wasn’t too hot, and you could hear the birds chirping with the occasional honking due to LA traffic. The only reason you woke up was because the sun was shining right in your face. You groaned and put a pillow over your face. I really don’t want to get up right now. Just a few more minutes.. You thought and right as you were about to take the pillow off your face and turn over onto your other side so you could go back to sleep, your phone started ringing. “Ugh!” You groaned once again and reached for your phone that was on your nightstand. You looked at the caller ID and saw that it was your manager, Chris. You accepted the call and put the phone to your ear. “What do you want?” You asked in an annoyed and tired tone. You were definitely NOT a morning person. You hated mornings.

“Oh my God,” He said in a rushed tone, “Have you literally JUST woken up? You have a photoshoot in 2 hours! Makeup and wardrobe are waiting for you down here!” Your eyes widened. You completely forgot about it.

“I-I’ll be right there!” You told him and hung up. You sprang out of bed and almost ran to your walk in closet, your eyes scanning for a top that would match the black leather skirt you wanted to wear for the day. You decided on a black mesh body suit with a black crop top under it. All black today. like your soul. You quickly put on some black heels and brushed your hair, cringing at how the brush tugged on your hair when it reached a knot. You didn’t bother doing your makeup since your makeup team would take it off anyway. You fast walked to the door of your apartment, grabbed your purse off the hook, and opened your door to leave to your photoshoot.

🖤🖤🖤

After a lot of yelling from Chris for holding the makeup and wardrobe team up, you did your photoshoot and got to go home. When you got home, you took a mirror picture of your outfit and uploaded it to Instagram, putting the caption as “Fashionably Late 🖤💋”. You smiled at the influx of likes right as it posted. You were truly lucky to have your supporters, but you wanted one person in particular to see it.

Corpse’s POV

I was casually playing Among Us with my friends while they streamed when I felt my phone vibrate slightly on my lap. I began to feel anxious to check my phone since I only have notifications on for one person but I didn’t want to take my eyes off the screen since I was following Jack, who I was sus of. Right when him and I entered electrical, he broke my neck. I felt relieved though since I got to finally look at (y/n)’s post.

My eyes widened when I saw the picture of her outfit. She looked good. Very good. I double tapped on it and immediately went to the comment section out of curiosity of what other people were saying. I looked at all the comments saying how pretty she was and smiled, but the comments made by creepy people made my blood boil. I wish I could just reply to them and say “That’s my girl. Stop.” but we both agreed to keep our relationship out of the public eye and I was truly fine with that. I just wish I could protect her from the creeps out there.

I wasn’t even paying attention to the game until I suddenly saw “Victory” appear on my screen. “Let’s goooo!” I said into the mic. Everyone else was celebrating as well.

“Hey!” Rae exclaimed, “Let’s get (y/n) in here, she just got home.” My heart skipped a beat and I smiled.

“Yes!” I said a little too excited. Everyone else didn’t notice it though and agreed with me. I quickly texted her out of excitement.

Your POV

After receiving an invite from Rae and booting up your computer, as well as getting everything prepared to stream, you got a text from Corpse. You quickly grabbed your phone to respond back to whatever he said.

My Love 😊💖💖

im so excited to hear your voice

i’ve missed you

You blushed at his messages. You thought about what to text back for a minute until you figured out what to say.

You

I have so much to tell you from today

I missed you so much bb

ft later?

You set your phone back on your desk and loaded up Among Us, joining the discord call while you wait. You were greeted by everyone as you joined.

“(Y/n)! Good noon!” Greeted Rae. You smiled as everyone in the call erupted in hello’s.

“Hey, (y/n).” Corpse said after everyone else had their chance to greet you.

Your stomach did backflips from him just saying your name. “Hi~” You said in a sing songy voice and started streaming. “How are all you guys doing?” You asked as your picked up your water from your desk and started drinking.

“Good now that you’re here..” Corpse muttered. You choked on your water and erupted in coughing, taken aback from what he said. Good thing your were muted.

“Corpse?!” Yelled Poki.

“What did you say?!” Also yelled Felix. The rest were just erupting in Aw’s.

“U-uh,” Corpse stuttered, “I meant that because (y/n) is such a good imposter and I’ve been a little off my game today so I’m hoping we get imposter together so I have some content for a video.” Good cover up.. You thought as your coughing got under control. I think he forgot to mute himself.

“Yeah!” You exclaimed, “We got this my dude!” You took a glance at chat and saw everyone going crazy. Half of them were typing in all caps asking for someone to clip that moment, and half were shipping you and corpse.

“I can only play one game anyway,” Corpse said, “I have stuff to do.” You frowned at what he said. You haven’t gotten to talk with him all day because of how rushed you were this morning and now you won’t have time to talk with him now because of how different your schedules are. Even though you two loved each other a lot you have had your arguments about this with him. You hate that he lives two hours from you or else this wouldn’t be an issue. You would be over at his house everyday if he lived in LA. You hated long distance.

You had a great time playing with your friends, but when Corpse left you got a little gloomy. He wasn’t answering your texts either. You sighed and changed into his hoody he left in your closet when he visited last and put on some grey pajama shorts. You tied your hair into a messy bun so it wouldn’t get in your way for the rest of the night even though you were just going to watch Netflix in your bed and eat chips. After grabbing your snacks, you walked to your bedroom and opened the glass door to the balcony in your room, turned your LED lights to (f/c), got comfortable in your bed, and turned on your favorite show on your TV.

You were scrolling through Instagram as you heard a knock at your door. A scared feeling washed over you and you paused what you were doing. It was like you were frozen in time and if you made one sudden movement everything would come crashing down. They knocked again. You were scared that some crazed fan found your address to your apartment. Cautiously, you walked to your door and looked through the peek hole. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach and a wide grin appeared on your face as you saw who it was. You quickly unlocked your door and opened it. You wasted no time and grabbed Corpse’s face and kissed him with so much passion you didn’t want to stop. He lifted you up and held your thighs in his hands, walking into your apartment and shutting the door with his foot. “I’ve missed you so much baby.” He breathed as he kept kissing you.

You pulled away from the heated session and Corpse carefully placed you on your feet. You hugged him. “I missed you too.” You said and didn’t want to let go. Corpse placed a kiss on your head as he hugged you and rubbed your back. You realized something and pulled away from the hug. “Where’s your stuff?” Noticing he didn’t have a suitcase.

He looked at you with a blank expression. “Fuuuckk....” He groaned. “I forgot it.”

You looked at him confused. “How do you forget your stuff. It’s a two hour drive here!” You laughed.

He scratched the back of his neck embarrassed. “I really missed you and I was excited to surprise you,” He explained. “I didn’t want to get here late and have you asleep so I didn’t even think about packing.”

You smiled. “Well, at least you have a ton of clothes here you’ve left.”

He smirked, looking at his hoodie on your body. “Yeah, I see that.”

You smirked back at him, turned around, and began to walk back into your bedroom, wanting him to follow you. Corpse quickly swept you off your feet and put you over his shoulder, plopping you on the bed as he got on top of you. He looked into your eyes. “I’m tired.” He muttered.

“Let’s cuddle then, baby.” You smile. He smiles back at you tiredly as he moves off you to be the big spoon, pulling you against him by wrapping his arm around your waist. You felt happy in that moment. You finally got to be with the only man who loves you for you physically, instead of two hours away. You both fell asleep, taking in this moment.

#corpse #corpse x reader #corpse husband #corpse husband x reader #corpse husband x you #corpse husband x y/n

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dottielovegood · 3 years

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ASMR - Chapter 4

Elriel fanfiction

About this fic:

Azriel can’t sleep Elain has an ASMR channel Match made in heaven (or you know, on youtube..)

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You can find chapter 1 here, chapter 2 here and chapter 3 here

Read this fic on AO3

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The following week, Azriel read Elain’s messages too many times to admit. He had answered her that “meat banjo” was, indeed, a vile word, and after that, they hadn’t really talked or texted.

He had saved her number as “Elain”, which had felt weirdly private. As if they were friends, which they were not. He was just her friendly helper, and she was his remedy for nightmares.

However, even though they didn’t know each other, Azriel felt an odd sensation in his chest when he thought about her. If he didn’t know better, he would have thought that he was missing her, which was absurd. But the tight little knot in his chest felt very much like longing. He tried to tell himself that this was weird and stupid. He knew that he had a crush on her (even though he hated to admit it), but he could also see that it was a pointless crush. She was an internet sensation, he was a boring IT guy. She was light and happiness and flowers, he was dark and brooding. She made people smile, he made people uncomfortable. And then there was the practical side of things. They had met on the internet. She probably lived on the other side of the country. Hell, she could even live in a different country for all he knew. She might have a partner already - it’s not like he asked. And, last but not least, she probably didn’t have a crush on him.

Before talking to her on the phone, he had just thought that she was a pretty girl that deserved kindness. But after their phone call, he had definitely developed a crush. Which was another reason why he hadn’t texted her. He didn’t want to bother her and he didn’t want to have this crush. He wanted to stop feeling like this for a girl he would never see in real life. Yet, every night before bed, he found himself on her youtube page, watching one of her many videos.

She uploaded a new video to Youtube every Friday, so when Friday came around, Azriel was itching to get home so he could go to sleep (he told himself that he was looking forward to sleeping and not to seeing her face).

However, he had an entire workday to get through first. The office was mostly an open landscape and Azriel’s desk was next to Cassian’s. The only person with his own office was Rhysand, which was fair since he was the owner of the company. At two in the afternoon, Rhys poked his head out of his office.

“You guys are still coming for dinner this weekend, right?”

“Yeah,” Azriel and Cassian answered in unison.

“I told Feyre that I would help her with the food,” Azriel continued.

Rhys looked like he was going to kiss Azriel. “Oh, god. Thank you, man. I was scared that we would have to repeat the Christmas dinner,” he said and shuddered.

Feyre hated to cook and Rhys did most of the cooking at home, but for some inexplicable reason, she always wanted to cook for holidays or family dinners. To everyone’s dismay. Christmas had been no exception. She had burned the turkey, added salt instead of sugar to the dessert and somehow managed to buy the wrong berries for her cranberry sauce. Luckily, Rhys had been prepared and bought a few frozen pizzas and some ice cream, so the day wasn’t that much of a disaster, but nobody wanted to brave Feyre’s cooking again.

“Why don’t you just cook?” Cassian asked without looking up from his screen.

“You know that she kicks me out if I so much as go near the kitchen when we have these family dinners. And since she started the hormone treatment, she has been a bit bitchy when she gets mad, so I’ll just do whatever she says.”

Azriel chuckled. He could tell from Rhysand’s tone that Feyre had been more than “a bit” bitchy.

“I don’t understand why she lets Azriel help, though…”

“Maybe because she knows that I’ll tell her to sit down with a glass of wine and a magazine, and then she can take all of the credit for the food?”

“Fair enough.” Rhys shrugged. “Just burn the food a little bit, or it won’t be believable.”

Cassian snorted. “No one would believe that something edible was made by your wife. Sorry.”

“She does make a great green smoothie, though,” Rhys grinned and held up his glass.

Azriel and Cassian looked at each other and had to bite their tongues to keep from laughing. The smoothie looked vile and smelled even worse.

After a few more minutes of small talk, Rhys went back to his office for an important phone call. “See you on Saturday,” he reminded them before closing the door.

Azriel and Cassian worked in silence for the remainder of the day.

When Azriel came home that evening, he made a quick pasta carbonara to eat in front of the TV. He was re-watching New Girl. It was his comfort show and absolutely nobody knew that he watched it (and had watched it multiple times). He would take that information with him to the grave. But it was fun and cute and sometimes he liked to imagine his friends as characters in the show. Cassian was probably Schmidt, because Nesta was one hundred percent Cece. Feyre was Jess, which meant that Rhys was Nick. And then there was Azriel. He wanted to say that he was a very cool character, but most characters on this show weren’t cool, and also, he was definitely Winston. Alone with a cat - sounds about right , Azriel thought to himself as he finished his bowl of pasta.

When the episode ended he just waited for the next to start. He didn’t have any plans for the night and nowhere to be. His phone vibrated where he had left it on the kitchen counter. He ignored it, feeling too lazy to get up. But then it vibrated again. With a sigh, he got up. He expected to see a text from Mor telling him to bring wine tomorrow, or maybe a strange meme from Cassian. What he didn’t expect was to see Elain’s name on his screen.

He could feel his heart in his throat as he read her messages.

Elain Hey, Shadowsinger. I’m uploading a new video soon. You should watch it!

Elain I hope that message didn’t sound creepy? I just meant that I think you might like it.

Azriel’s hands were sweaty.

Azriel You didn’t sound creepy at all. Of course, I’ll watch your video. May I ask what I can expect from it?

Just seconds later, Elain answered.

Elain You can ask, but I might not tell ;)

Azriel Should I be worried?

Elain Haha, no! I think it turned out great. You were my inspiration :)

Azriel could feel himself blush. He had never been someone’s inspiration before.

Azriel So, I’m your muse? ;)

Oh god, was that too flirty? Was the winky-face too much? He wished that he could take back the message.

Elain For tonight, yes!

Azriel stared at his phone, unsure of what to answer. Luckily, Elain wrote to him again.

Elain What are you doing tonight?

Azriel Nothing. Just eating pasta and watching TV. How about you?

Elain That sounds amazing. I have been editing this video for hours so I’m just tired and cranky, haha. I have just ordered a pizza and I think I’ll just eat it in bed as soon as this video has finished uploading. What did you watch?

Azriel If I told you, I would have to kill you.

Elain Oh, intriguing! Is it trashy drama? I bet it’s Grey’s anatomy! Or maybe… Love Island?

Azriel stared at his phone. Did she really think that he would watch something like Love Island?

Azriel I watched New Girl, okay. Don’t tell anyone.

Elain Your secret is safe with me! Also, I love New Girl! Especially Winston!

It felt as if someone was squeezing Azriel’s heart.

Azriel Really? Which character would you be?

Elain My pizza is here so I am going to put all of my electronics in a different room and eat my pizza while reading a good book. It was great talking to you, Azriel! Please tell me what you thought of the video when you have watched it.

Elain Oh, and I would probably be Winston’s cat. lol

Azriel almost dropped his phone. If he had to be alone with a cat for the rest of his life, he would definitely want Elain to be his cat , he thought to himself. Which was a weird thing to think about someone you didn’t know. Azriel dropped his head to his kitchen counter and took a deep breath before replying.

Azriel It was great talking to you too, Elain. Enjoy your dinner and your book :)

She didn’t answer, but she didn’t have to. Azriel was going to be thinking about her for the rest of the night anyway.

30 minutes later, he got a notification telling him that Flower Girl ASMR had uploaded a new video. The video was called “ASMR for IT-guys”, which made him chuckle. He clicked the video and Elain’s beautiful face filled his screen again.

“Hello, my lovelies, lovelies, lovelies,” she whispered in her microphone. “This week’s video will be a bit different,” she continued, slowly moving her hands in front of the camera. “This video was inspired by my friend who recently helped me with some computer-related issues, issues, issues.”

Azriel loved it when she repeated words like that. And he liked that he somehow was a part of this video. It was something that connected them. Azriel paused the video and got into bed, knowing fully well that he would probably fall asleep soon if he kept watching this.

He pressed play again. “So, today, I thought that we would try a few computer-related triggers. I have a keyboard here,” she said and started typing on a keyboard that was out of view. “I thought that I would say a few trigger words while typing them.”

She smiled at the camera and pressed a few more keys. “I just wrote my friend’s name, but you won’t get to know who he is. But you know who you are. Thank you for your help!”

Azriel felt all warm inside.

She continued the video. “The first trigger word is IP address ”. Azriel laughed as she repeated the word multiple times while typing quickly.

“And then we have, laptop, laptop, laptop,” she continued, and Azriel felt shivers go down his spine when she popped the p’s.

Azriel had never thought that he would fall asleep to someone whispering “HTML coding” in his ears, but here he was. Relaxed and ready to sleep.

All thanks to Flower Girl ASMR.

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The next day, Azriel texted Elain that he had loved the video. He waited for hours, but no reply came. Maybe she just wanted to repay me for helping her? Azriel thought. Maybe she would stop talking to him now that he had seen the video.

The thought of never talking to Elain again made him feel a new kind of ache in his chest. An ache he didn’t want to feel. This stupid crush needs to end, he muttered to himself as he started to scrub his kitchen counter. He tried to ignore the feeling by keeping busy. He cleaned his apartment and did some laundry before heading over to his friends’ house.

Rhys greeted him by the door and ushered him inside.

“She started cooking like 15 minutes ago, please save whatever can be saved,” he whispered to Azriel. Azriel chuckled and made his way to the kitchen. On the way there, he passed the living room and stopped to greet his friends. He saw most of them on a daily basis because of work, but he was still happy to see them. Cassian and his fiancée Nesta sat close together on one of the green velvet couches. On the opposite couch sat Mor and Amren. Mor was one of the journalists at Velaris News, and Amren was an editor. They had known each other for years. Amren and Rhys had studied together at university, and Mor was Rhysand’s cousin. Once upon a time, Azriel had a crush on Mor. One night after one too many glasses at Rita’s he confessed his feelings to her and she had looked horrified. He had expected her to tell him that she didn’t fancy him and leave it at that, but instead, she had blurted “I like girls!”

Azriel was the first person she ever came out to, and he had felt honored. He also knew now that they wouldn’t have worked out together in the long run (even if Mor had been straight). They were just too different. She was energetic and outgoing and fun, he needed peace and quiet. But she was still one of his very best friends.

Amren on the other hand, he didn’t know as well. She had always been very private, but she was damn good at her job.

“Where’s Varian tonight?” Azriel asked Amren, trying to make small talk.

“How should I know?” she answered quickly. “I’m not his mother.”

Cassian stared at her. “But you are his girlfriend?”

She shrugged. “I don’t like to label things.”

Nesta rolled her eyes. Amren had lived with Varian for the past two years, but she was still reluctant to tell anyone about their relationship.

Azriel made his way into the kitchen, and from what he could tell, he made it just in time.

“What are you making, Feyre?” he asked, because truthfully, he couldn’t tell.

Feyre turned around quickly as if he had startled her. “Oh, hi Az,” she said and wiped her forehead with the back of her hand.

Something was burning.

“I was trying to make lamb chops with glazed carrots, roasted potatoes, and salsa verde, but…” she gestured to the stove, which looked like a disaster.

Azriel chuckled. “That’s ambitious.” He lifted the lid from one of the pots and could clearly see that she had overcooked the lamb 10 minutes ago. Also, why had she made them in a pot, and not a frying pan? It would be inedible.

The potatoes were still in the sink, unpeeled.

She gave him a strained smile. “Will you help me?”

“Of course.” Azriel put the grocery bag he had brought with him on the kitchen island. “On one condition.”

“Anything.” She sounded desperate.

“Please, for the love of god, let Rhys cook when we come over. You really don’t have to show off. You are good at many things, Feyre. But cooking is unfortunately not one of them.”

She nodded. “I know,” she sat down on one of the stools at the kitchen island and buried her face in her hand. “I just...I need to be able to cook when I become a mother.”

Azriel took her hand in his. “You really don’t. Nobody expect fathers to be good at cooking, so why should every mother be good at it? Honestly, just let Rhys cook while you play with the kids.”

She smiled at him. “That actually sounds amazing,” she sighed.

“Right?”

Azriel started to pull out some ingredients from the bag on the kitchen island. He held up the tomatoes and the spaghetti, “How about some pasta arrabbiata with burrata?”

“Sounds fancy.”

He shrugged. “Everything sounds fancier in a different language. It’s just pasta with a spicy tomato sauce, and burrata on top.”

“Whatever you make will probably be better than that mess,” she said and glanced towards the stove. Azriel couldn’t disagree.

“Probably,” he laughed and got to work. Azriel placed all the pots and pans in the sink and started chopping the vegetables for the sauce, and in just 30 minutes, dinner was served.

“You are my hero,” Feyre said and kissed his cheek as she carried the big bowl of pasta to the dining room.

Everyone had already gathered around the table, wine glasses in hand. As Azriel sat down, Mor poured him some wine.

“This looks amazing,” Nesta said and Cassian nodded in agreement.

“Thanks, Az helped a little,” Feyre said and winked at Azriel.

“Just a bit,” Azriel said and took a sip of wine.

The conversation (and wine) flowed freely, as it always did. Cassian and Nesta told them about their wedding plans, Mor gushed about Emerie, a girl she was dating, and Feyre told them about life as a high school art teacher. Azriel would never understand how anyone could choose to spend their days with teenagers, but Feyre loved it.

After two bottles of wine, Nesta and Mor were in an argument about which animal was the cutest.

“No, I am telling you, Sloths are cuter than any animal ever,” Mor exclaimed. “Have you seen their dopey little faces?”

“Sloths? Really?” Nesta looked at her as if she had suggested that the sky was green. “Red pandas are way cuter! They are cute and cuddly, Sloths just look like every single stoner I went to high school with.”

They had been at it for 10 minutes, which Azriel found to be quite impressive.

“Can you both just shut up?” Amren gritted out. “The cutest animals are koalas. They’re even cute when they fight. I am right, you are wrong. Please stop this meaningless discussion before I die from boredom.”

Nesta and Mor looked at Amren, and then at each other.

“We obviously have to see Koalas fight if you want us to end this conversation,” Mor said.

Nesta nodded. “Obviously. Give me your phone, Az,” she said and reached for his phone.

“Why do you need my phone?”

“Because mine is dead and yours is right there on the table. Also, your screen is big and we need to watch this in full HD, for obvious reasons.”

Azriel huffed a laugh, unlocked his phone, and handed it to Nesta.

She clicked the Youtube app, and then her face fell. She looked at Azriel as if he was an alien, and then she showed the phone to Cassian who looked at him with the same facial expression.

What the hell had they found?

He didn’t have anything weird on his phone. And he sure as hell didn’t watch porn on it.

“What?” Azriel asked, and Nesta turned the phone.

Fuck. The last video he had watched was still loaded on Youtube, and of course, it was Elain’s latest video.

“What the hell is this?” Nesta asked, almost looking angry.

Azriel didn’t understand why she found ASMR so wrong, but he desperately wanted to explain himself.

“Well, it’s ASMR. It’s kind of… well, it’s hard to explain, but it helps me sleep and– “

Nesta interrupted him before he could finish. “I know what ASMR is. I am wondering why you are watching Elain?”

Azriel stared at Nesta in shock. Did she also like Elain’s videos? But that wouldn’t explain the anger and confusion.

“Do you...know her?” Azriel asked.

“Yes, we went to university together. She’s our florist for the wedding. She was the florist at their wedding, too,” Nesta answered and gestured towards Rhys and Feyre. “Surely you have met her?”

Azriel could do nothing but shake his head in confusion. If he had ever met Elain, he would have known. You didn’t forget a face like hers.

“Please tell me you’re not stalking her like some creep, Az. Honestly, her last boyfriend was the world’s biggest asshat.”

“I’m not stalking her,” Azriel blurted out. “I’m just watching her videos to fall asleep, I promise. I– I didn’t know that you knew her.”

Nesta eyed him suspiciously. “So, is this just a coincidence?”

He nodded. “Weirder things have happened,” he said, trying to lighten the mood.

Nesta glanced at Cassian, and then back at Azriel. “Fine,” she said after a small eternity. “You would probably be cute together anyway. Sorry for insinuating that you would be a stalker.” She really did look remorseful. “That wasn’t fair. I’m just very protective of her. She’s the nicest girl, but she has horrendous taste in men.”

Azriel couldn’t answer, because his mind was still stuck on the fact that Nesta said that they would be cute together. He wanted to ask Nesta why she thought that. He kind of also wanted to ask her if Elain lived here in Velaris, and what her favorite movie was, and if she, by any chance, had a boyfriend. But he refrained, he didn’t want to sound like a stalker.

“So, what the fuck is ASMR?” Cassian asked. “Is it like porn?”

Before Azriel could answer, Rhys said “It’s like porn for your ears, I guess,” and then the entire table was laughing.

“Nesta,” Feyre said when the laughter had died down. “Does Elain still have that cute, little shop on River Street?”

“Mhm,” Nesta answered and took a sip of her wine.

Azriel could kiss Feyre for asking. And if he wasn’t mistaken, he could see her wink in his direction before raising her water glass to her lips.

Azriel walked home that evening with a million thoughts in his head.

He made a list in his head:

Elain lived in Velaris

River Street was literally a 10-minute walk from his home.

Nesta thought that they would be cute together

This meant nothing

She probably didn’t even like him back

Just because they were in the same city, it didn’t mean that they would ever meet.

This was still just a crush

And it was probably one-sided

She hadn’t even answered his latest text message.

And as if on cue, his phone vibrated in his pocket.

Elain I’m sorry that I didn’t answer you earlier. I’ve been at work all day. We had a leak in the basement and everything was just chaos. I haven’t even checked my phone until now.

He mentally scratched number 9 from his list.

Azriel No worries! Did you fix the leak?

Azriel checked the time on his phone: 23.30

Had she dealt with this leak until now?

Elain Yes! But so many flowers were ruined (I’m a florist) and I had to remake a few arrangements for a wedding that’s coming up.

Elain I’m sorry. You probably don’t care. I’m happy that you liked the video :)

Azriel wanted to tell her that he did care. That everything she said was interesting to him. He would probably even find her Starbucks order fascinating. But that bordered on stalker behavior.

Azriel Again, no worries! Sometimes when you’ve had a bad day, you just need someone to vent to.

Elain Exactly! Thank you for letting me vent :) This day is finally over!

There was a selfie attached to the last message.

Elain was standing in front of a big window surrounded by flowers. She was wearing a white, oversized shirt and her hair was in a messy bun. She looked tired but happy. She was giving him ‘thumbs up’ in the photo and through the window, he could see the Sidra. They were indeed in the same city. It made him both happy and nervous.

Elain Sweaty but happy to be heading home :)

Azriel received that last message when he walked through the door to his apartment. What the hell was he supposed to answer?

But then he thought back to Nesta’s words.

You would probably be cute together.

So he took a deep breath and gathered all his courage.

Azriel You still look beautiful though

He stared at his phone. Would she answer? Would she block him? Would she tell him to stop being a creep?

Elain Thank you :) What do you look like? I might have forgotten ;)

Okay. That was flirty. Even Azriel could tell that that was a flirty text message, and he was usually oblivious to such things. He quickly walked to his bathroom (it was the room with the best lighting). He checked his shirt (no stains) and mussed with his hair.

“Good enough,” he muttered, and snapped a selfie.

Before he could chicken out, he sent it to her.

Within seconds, he received a reply.

Elain Beautiful!

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