#Don’t listen to the haters your holiness

[pparacxosm]

okay so.

hi lol

the rumours are true, they didn’t want me to return to tumblr but God did. did you guys think i was dead, be honest. how did you think it happened? tiger mauling? did you think i, like, rose to the occasion with the tiger? like did i put up a fight, in your mind? let me know i’m serious

anyway yes. hey all.

happy holidays, happy early new year, and happy belated *checks notes* CEO assassination?

i guess you’re wondering where i’ve been (hadestown reference for all who have the ears to listen; who’s heard the west end recording btw? good right??) and, too, why i left.

concisely, things were a little tough. things are still a little tough. but so persists the body, whether fond thereof or not ! and anyway if i was successful and well adjusted then i wouldn’t be able to write fanfics centred around pathetically hapless young adult main characters so really you guys are very supportive of my potential gap year next year, right? you are, aren’t you? please tell my mom.

i’ve been up to some stuff. i flunked my first year. i ghosted my therapist (shoutout georgia, that was my bad). i proceeded to be admitted into outpatient treatment. trigger warning? you can fill in the blanks. i watched west side story with my little brother on four separate occasions, not kidding. i held space for the lyrics of defying gravity. i missed you all. lots and lots. please don’t think i didn’t.

i’m still not totally well, but i’m alive and i’m happy to be back and do y’all still give a fuck about challengers?? be fr.

because i do !

in fact i have something for you, if you want it. the haters want to say i’m not an art girl sooooo bad. you will be dealt with.

but BEFORE any of that !! i want to know what i’ve missed. please tell me !!! is everyone still here?? did anyone have a baby? did you name it challengers ??

seriously do tell

i am accepting any and all news and, most importantly, any and all recs !!

any writing posted in the last 2 months that moved you, that flayed your heart, that made you shut your phone off at the dinner table, puhleaseee let me know

and that includes your own stuff !! save your shame for the vicar !!! i want all the self-promo, i will take it as a personal offence if no one recommends something of their own to me !!!!

i��ll post the thing i’m working on either tomorrow or sunday (holy day, which is actually pretty topical, you’ll see), but in the meantime i just wanna spend some time reading and interacting with some good shit so nothing is off limits !!

also once again i missed you.

really i did.

and i really really appreciate anyone missing me back

i love you guys, and i love tashi duncan, and i love mike faist. (but if i speak on the josh o’connor developments.. yeah let’s keep it cordial.)

[pblock3rs]

somebody to love ⋆˚✿˖°

pairings! : paige x reader ₊˚⊹⋆

warnings! : none :)

summary : after a long time from hiding your relationship from the media, you decided to post some cute photos dumps to reveal your relationship! 💝

not proof read so i’m absolutely so sorry if there is mistakes !! 😭

a/n: hey hi!! delilah hereee:) okay this is my first time making a social media post like this so please give me some feedback on anything to fix 😞💝 loveee uuu °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:

your.username :

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your.username_ life lately with my favourite baller !? 💐

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august 2, 2024

paigebueckers yoooo who’s that pretty lookin lady at the end..??🙈🙈

→ your.username_ girl bye get outta my comments before i delete this post 😑

→ paigebueckers RUDE MUCH??? that’s it your sleeping on the couch 😑

→ your.username_ paige madison bueckers.

→ kamoreaarnold pulling out the full name is crazy work y/n 😭😭

→ iluvpaigebu3ckers_ LMFAOO FULL NAME CRAZYY

nika.muhl i miss you guys 🥹 (specifically y/n)

→ your.username_ i miss you even more love 😞💝

→ paigebueckers okay wow.. i see how it is bruh😑

→ nika.muhl LOVE YOU! 🤗🤗

kamoreaarnold HI GIRLY POP I MISS YOU GUYS COME BACK 😢😢😢💝

→ your.username_ you’re with us in spirit whatchu mean girl 🤨🤨

→ y/n.loverrrr i love this girl sm 😭😭

unicornglittersparkles is this a soft launch perchance?

→ your.username_ you can’t just say perchance!! (maybe....🙈🙈🙈)

→ y/n.loverrrr OMGGG????

paigebueckers

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paigebueckers matching lego & roses for a pretty girl 😉 @ your.username_ !!

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august 17, 2024

your.username_ whoever those roses are for must be SOOO pretty 🤫🤫

→ paigebueckers hi pretty girl

→ nika.muhl my babies 😢🥹🥹

→ paige.luvrrr I FUCKINGG KNEWW IT OH MY GOD MY LIFE IS COMPLETE

kamoreaarnold cute… now pack it up😑😑

→ paigebueckers stop being a hater.. damn 🙄

→ user596838 real kk 😞😞😞

janaelalfy8 i had to help you with half of these.. where’s the credit smh 🤦🏻‍♀️

→ paigebueckers so like which one did you exactly help me with??

→ your.username_ i’m giggling

→ janaelalfy8 leave me alone i wanted to be included 🥱

your.username_

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august 27, 2024

your.username_ hi baby 🤗💐 had so much fun with you today 🤍

azzi35 my parents 🫡🫡

→ your.username_ hi i love you child!! 🤗💝

→ user3752 i’m getting my adoption papers

→ your.username_ waiting!!!

paigebueckers you already KNOW we won that game of fortnite 😈

→ your.username_ i carried 🥱😮��💨

→ morgancheli i doubt that but okay y/n!! 🤗🤍

→ paigebueckers see morgan gets it 😞

morgancheli cuties 💝

→ your.username_ even though you doubted me about carrying on fortnite i still love you freshie 💝

→ morgancheli love you! 🥰

→ your.username_ love you even more 💝

→ paigebueckers LOVE HER EVEN MORE THAN ME??

→ your.username_ LEAVE.

your.username_

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your.username_ scroll at the end for a surprise 🥱🙈

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august 30, 2024

azzi35 i thought it was going to be something cute.. the hell is that y/n 😭

→ your.username_ IT IS STOP BEING A HATER AZZI.

→ azzi35 i’m speaking my truth 🙄🙄

→ user47582 LMFAOO

aubrey.griffin44 what the hell are those MUGS.

→ your.username_ aren’t they cute!!

→ aubrey.griffin44 mhmm…

paigebueckers baby don’t listen to the haters they just mad and jealous they’re all single and lonely 🙄🙄🥱🥱😮‍💨😮‍💨

→ kamoreaarnold im throwing up..

→ janaelalfy8 get your ass to the court.

→ nika.muhl i can’t defend you on this one paige…

→ azzi35 at your big age..🤨🤨

→ morgancheli girl what

→ your.username_ GODAMNN GOT THE WHOLE SQUAD AND GETTING HATED ON 😭😭

→ paigebueckers just say yall hate me and want me dead holy shit…

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ | hey!! hopefully you guys enjoyed this just as much as i did making thiss! it’s super time consuming but so worth it 🫡 please tell me if you want me to make more or even put a request in! anything is fine with me 💐 love you allll!!!

[starlightkun]

❧ word count: 1.9k ❧ warnings: cursing lol, oh they DO have cheesy nicknames for each other (pooks/lovey) so if ur gonna be a hater abandon ship now ❧ genre: exes to lovers, drabble sequel to much mistletoeing about nothing, holiday-themed, getting snowed in trope ❧ author’s note: i had a couple more ideas that didn’t really fit in with much mistletoeing about nothing, so here’s an extra little drabble for these two

You held your phone further away from your ear as your sister kept yelling. “You didn’t tell me that the friend you were shacking up with for the snowstorm was Kun! Y/N, oh my God! Oh my God, Y/N!”

Sat in front of Kun’s fireplace bundled up in his favorite orange hoodie and a mass of blankets, you listened with a lingering smile on your face to your older sister’s ranting to you over your phone about how her Christmas dinner with your extended family went this year. She was filling you in on all of the family drama, and complaining about all the various older family members who kept trying to grab your baby niece from her arms even after she said no.

“Baby boy missed you, by the way,” she added, referencing her eldest. “He was very concerned about why his Aunt Y/N couldn’t be there.”

Before you could respond, Kun called to you from the kitchen, “Lovey? Want some hot chocolate?”

You grimaced as you realized that you hadn’t given him a heads-up that you were on the phone, hoping that your sister hadn’t heard that.

“Is that Kun?!” She practically screeched, nearly blowing out your speakers. You held your phone further away from your ear as she kept going. “You didn’t tell me that the friend you were shacking up with for the snowstorm was Kun! Y/N, oh my God! Oh my God, Y/N!”

Well aware that you had been got, you covered the mic to look over at Kun, who mouthed an ‘oops! sorry!’ to you. You shook your head to let him know you weren’t mad, and held up a finger in a gesture for him to wait on the hot chocolate while you dealt with this.

“Alright, chill out,” you grumbled at your sister. “Yes, I’m staying with Kun right now…”

“Holy shit! How? When? Are you guys like… back together or is this a lonely-on-the-holidays hook-up thing?”

“Don’t tell Mom and Dad anything yet but… we’re trying again.”

“Oh my God!” She squealed. “For real? Since when? How did you—? Tell me everything!”

“Christ, you’re going to burst my eardrums at this rate... I can’t turn the volume down any more without muting you entirely, you know.”

“I’m sorry, I’m just really excited for you,” she gushed, and the warmth of her voice spread through your chest. “You were just… always so happy around him. And I know you’ve felt a little… untethered the past few years.”

You nodded in agreement even though she couldn’t see it. “Anyway, it turns out he got a job at the same place I’m doing my research. We ran into each other, and had nothing better to do on Christmas, then this freak snowstorm came, and we got to really talking again.”

“You’ve officially made my year, Y/N!” Her bright, infectious smile was audible through the phone. “Anyway, we’re about to go back to Mom and Dad’s for New Year’s, so I have to go.”

“Promise you won’t tell them?” You asked, warning in your tone. “You’ll let me do it? Once we’ve got things a bit more figured out.”

“Fine, fine, I promise! You know I’m good at keeping secrets.”

“Uh-huh. Tell everybody Happy New Year from me, okay?”

“Will do! Happy New Year, Y/N!” She then added even louder, “Happy New Year, Kun!”

“You’re not on speakerphone, dumbass.”

“Oh, boo. Tell him Happy New Year for me, please?”

“Fine, I will,” you sighed. “Happy New Year. Love you, bye.”

“Bye, love you!”

And with that, you hung up. Getting onto your feet, you shuffled into the kitchen where Kun had two steaming mugs on the counter. He offered one out to you, and you took it gratefully. He dropped a couple of marshmallows in the hot chocolate for you.

“Thanks, pooks.” You blew over the surface. “She says Happy New Year, by the way.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were—”

“It’s okay, Kun,” you reassured him. “I didn’t tell you I was on the phone. And you know how she is, she would’ve sleuthed it out eventually by triangulating my signal or something if I hadn’t told her.”

“I haven’t told my family yet either,” he said, then took a sip of his hot chocolate. “I thought it was best that the two of us just sort of… figured everything out first, before inviting in any bothers.”

“And my bothers you mean brothers.”

“That, too.”

You chuckled, taking your first sip of cocoa. “Mm, that’s good. Peppermint?”

“Yeah, Dr. Oh gave us all these gourmet hot chocolate bomb things for Christmas,” he explained, holding his mug out towards you. “Mine’s gingerbread.”

“Ooh.” You swapped mugs to try some of the other’s. “That one’s really good too. I think I like mine better, though.”

“Yeah, mine’s maybe a bit over-the-top on the spices?” He mused, exchanging cups once more.

“I miss your brothers,” you admitted quietly, settling back against the kitchen counter. “They were always so much fun.”

Kun scooted over to loosely loop an arm around your waist, and you leaned against him affectionately. “They miss you too. With Chenle graduating in the spring, he wanted to start brainstorming for his graduation party when I went and visited for Dejun’s birthday. We were looking at pictures from Dejun’s party for some inspiration—he of course needs his to be even better, you know.”

“Oh, of course,” you snickered fondly, already able to imagine it. Chenle was the baby of the family, and he had no shame in using that position to his advantage.

“You were in so many of the photos. And Chenle just kind of got really quiet…”

“That’s not like him.”

“No, it’s not,” he agreed solemnly. “He didn’t say anything, I know for my sake, but I think he was having a hard time imagining his graduation without you.”

“Maybe he just felt awkward looking at a bunch of pictures with you that had your ex in them.”

“We were together for five years, Y/N. You made as much of an impact on their lives as mine. You used to help Chenle with all those school projects, and picked him up from school…”

You felt a lump growing in your throat as you sniffled and nodded. “Remember when he ran away from home to our apartment?”

“Yeah, you managed to convince my mom to let him stay with us for a few days— which only worked because she adored you so much, by the way. He was glued to your side the whole time.”

“He just needed a break. Poor kid was so stressed.”

Kun rubbed your back. “You were always so good with him.”

You took another pensive drink of your cocoa. “Do you think… we’ll be okay this time?”

“I have to think so.” He pressed a kiss to your temple absentmindedly. “Do you think we’ll be okay this time?”

“Yeah.” You set your mug down to turn around and wrap your arms around him, burying your face in his neck. He immediately enveloped you in his arms, holding you closely. Your chest twinged at the familiarity. “I think we’ve got it this time.”

“What time do you think it is?” You murmured, hand clasped in Kun’s and head resting on his shoulder as the two of you slowly swayed together in his living room. What had started out as goofy, lighthearted dancing to some of his vinyls had turned into slow-dancing as the album playing right now was more melancholic and heartfelt.

Kun lifted up his watch so both of you could see it. 11:59 p.m. “Almost there…”

Both of you were silent as you watched the seconds count up on the watch face.

12:00 a.m.

“Happy New Year’s, pooks.” You lifted your head up to look him in the eye, a wide grin on your face. "And Happy Birthday."

"Best birthday present I could ask for." He cupped your cheek tenderly, smiling right back at you. “Happy New Year, lovey.”

You brushed his hair from his face before surging forward to close the space between you. Kun was still smiling into the kiss, running a gentle thumb over your cheekbone. At the sound of a phone ringing, he broke away with a groan.

“That’ll be my family,” he sighed, stealing another kiss from you. “I should get that.”

You made the motion of zipping your lips and throwing away the key, and he dropped one last peck to the corner of your mouth before begrudgingly letting you go and walking over to where his phone was buzzing and ringing from the kitchen.

“Hey, Mom! Happy New Year!” He greeted his mother enthusiastically. “Happy New Year, Dad! Yeah, Chenle, I heard you, I was getting to you—Oh my god, Dejun, yes, Happy New Year to you too!”

You couldn’t help but giggle, covering your mouth as you quietly tiptoed over to pick up your empty hot cocoa mugs and start putting them in the sink.

“Oh, lovey, you don’t have to—” Kun was pointing his phone mic away from him as he addressed you, but that obviously did nothing to conceal his words from his entire family on the other end of the line. You heard the familiar catastrophic yells of his little brothers, fully bursting into laughter as Kun’s eyes went wide with realization at what he’d just done. The sounds of your name rang through the speakers clearly, and he mouthed another apology at you.

“It’s fine, pooks,” you chuckled at a normal volume, letting yourself be heard.

Kun winced as he lifted his phone back up to his ear. “Yes, I’m with Y/N right now… No, no, I’m not handing the phone to her. Chenle, I can hear you pouting, stop that. It’s not going to make me—”

You held your hand out to him expectantly.

“Are you sure? You really don’t have to indulge these little demons,” he hissed the last part into the phone, then turned panicked. “No! Of course, I didn’t mean you, Mom, I meant Dejun and Chenle!”

“It’s alright,” you reassured him with another chuckle, motioning for him to hand the device over. Once you had his phone, you put it on speakerphone, sidling up next to him as you greeted his family. “Happy New Year’s, everyone!”

The two boys on the other end erupted into cheers of your name and general yelling in the background, while their mother actually addressed you. “Happy New Year, Y/N. It’s great to hear from you again, sweetheart.”

“It’s really nice to talk to you all again, too,” you told her honestly, as Kun wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“Y/N!” Chenle cut in. “It’s really you?!”

“Yes, LeLe, it’s really me,” you chuckled. “I heard you’re graduating soon, big kid! Congrats.”

“Does this mean you two are back together?!” Dejun was much closer to the phone now.

Kun shook his head at his brother’s words. “Stop it. Y/N doesn’t have to answer that.”

“Oh, something like that,” you answered Dejun anyway with a mischievous, giddy grin.

As the younger sons erupted into celebratory yells in the distance again, you were left to speak only with his parents.

“That’s lovely to hear,” his mother said sweetly.

“Are you well, Y/N?” His dad asked.

After chatting with Kun’s family for a few more minutes, you and Kun gave them your goodbyes before hanging up. You had a lingering smile on your face as you looked over at Kun, cradling his face with both your hands. He raised an inquisitive eyebrow as you just continued looking at him.

“Something on my face?”

“Just looking,” you answered simply. “I’m… really happy right now, Kun.”

That made him smile, too, and he looked down at the floor for a moment before bringing his eyes back up to meet yours. “I’m really happy right now, too, Y/N.”

He leaned in to slot his mouth with yours again, and you hummed delightedly into the kiss.

“Seems like it came true, then.”

It was your turn to regard him with confusion. “What do you mean, pooks?”

“We are having a Happy New Year.”

You let out a couple of incredulous laughs, planting kisses on his dimples between each one. “You sap. My sap.”

“I hope that snowstorm never gets cleared,” he declared, kissing you again.

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[incognito-lionbeast]

So remember how I said that this was a mundane Cumplane AU? well, I lied. But I said that in the notes, already~

My hand slipped! I wrote a scene from much, much later in the AU. No context, we die like men. Figure it out :3c

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Shen Mei took one look at the two men standing at the door and blinked, stunned. Tall, handsome beyond compare, imperial… and in full cosplay. Their attention to detail was astounding—better than most of the dramas she watched, to be honest. She recognized the pair immediately, somehow finding it within herself to giggle at them. Oh, holy shit. Well, they had to be here for the two nerds locked up in one of the family’s guest rooms, right? So, she drew a hand up to her mouth to stifle that fleeting amusement, completely missing Luo Binghe’s attempt at a polite, gentlemanly greeting. Instead, Shen Mei composed herself shortly after and waved him off. 

“Hold on, one sec.”

Shen Mei drew a breath; turning away away from her guests, she yelled:

“San-ge! Your boyfriend is here!!” 

Said “boyfriend” was one-part offended—he was a husband, thank you—and two-parts bewildered by the smug aura emanating from the minuscule teenaged… sister?… standing between them and entry into the Shen household. Though, the latter statement didn’t last for long; immeasurably pleased by her declaration, Shen Mei listened for the sound of the guest room door opening and then quickly ushered the two demons inside to wait for her precious elder brother to arrive. If he took too long, she’d simply have to yell again. Don’t think she wouldn’t!

“Sorry, he and um… Feiji have been really busy.” Shen Mei explained. Yes, she still called him Airplane despite everything. And perhaps because she’d never asked for a real name. “You must be friends of theirs, right? Um, well if you aren’t, then this is super awkward, but—”

Pretty sure. Why else would they have Proud Immortal Demon Way cosplayers at their door, if not to hang out with the Author and his favourite hater? She just wished her dearest brother would have said something sooner! She could have roasted him better! Damn it, she could have prepared! Totally unfair. Then again, if this was for more than just hanging out… well, she’d just have to roast him for that, too! (She couldn’t believe that her brother would use their parent’s money for such extravagant, niche entertainment, though. He truly had changed, huh?)

As it was, Shen Yuan, with Airplane in tow, made his appearance before Luo Binghe had time to properly respond to the question. They both looked startlingly perplexed, vexed even—and that was even before sighting Luo Binghe and Mobei-Jun!—lingering at the edge of the room as if there was an arrow pointing to Airplane with the moniker ‘Shen Yuan’s boyfriend’ written clear as day upon it. His boyfriend was already–? 

Wait. Hold on.

They noticed.

“Shizun!” Luo Binghe yelped, recognising the face staring at him from the days of Shen Qingqiu’s Sun-Moon Dew Mushroom body. Yet, this recognition did nothing to assuage Shen Yuan’s confusion—nor his embarrassment, recollecting the way in which he’d been summoned from his work. Um. Hello? 

“Binghe…?” As in, Luo Binghe? As in— What.

Meanwhile, Mobei-Jun settled on staring intently at the unfamiliar face next to Shen Yuan, discerning. Trying to. Was it or was it not..? His brow furrowed, scrutinizing the physique of the poor, chubby—albeit not unattractive, suppose—shut-in of an author. Airplane wilted bashfully under his cold gaze, but could not pry his own away; unconsciously, he even hovered a few steps closer. He’d seen Mobei-Jun cosplayers before—even went out of his way to look for pictures—but this was… extraordinary. Luo Binghe, too, but he was far less interesting at the moment. 

Airplane, as always, had priorities.

“Did— Please don’t tell me my sister invited you here.” Shen Yuan tried to smooth out his expression, casting a glance her way. Brushing through his bangs, a hint of flustered exasperation tinted his body language regardless.

“Me? I thought they were your friends,” Shen Mei defended, adding inaudibly: Or escorts…

“Shizun,” Binghe tried again, a flash of worry marring his formerly composed nature. It could only get worse from there. So, he whined, striding forward to close the gap between them. Surely, it would help if Shen Yuan got a better look at him, right? He insisted, verging on pleading. “You don’t.. remember me? I’m your husband.”

This caught Airplane’s attention, snapping from his daze to genially mock his boyfriend. “Wow, Shen-bro, when were you going to tell me about this? I didn’t know you were already married! I’m hurt!”

“I’m not!” Shen Yuan retorted, thrusting yet another icy dagger into Luo Binghe’s chest. Upon seeing such a pained expression, he immediately recanted, instinct guiding his hand to rest upon Binghe’s head (a difficult task considering their new and improved height-difference, but his alleged husband leaned down to accommodate). There, there. Please don’t look at him like that! Please don’t— get any closer! Help. “I don’t think I am? You’re not—”

What was he saying?? Luo Binghe wasn’t even real! Yet, the giant of a man gazed at him with such sorrowful conviction that those words dried up immediately, never to be spoken. He swallowed, “You’re not mistaking me for someone else, are you…?”

“This disciple would recognize Shizun anywhere.” That fact was provenly false. But romantic. Shen Yuan flushed, startling backward a full step as Luo Binghe softly pressed a palm against his cheek. Yet, he would not allow Shen Yuan a second step, even as he reverted from petting to pushing Luo Binghe away. Never mind their audience, the demon lord gripped his husband with a free hand, holding him roughly in place as if that would somehow facilitate recalling lost memories. Then, simply, he claimed Shen Yuan’s soft lips with his own.

After all, Luo Binghe was used to Shen Qingqiu’s many false denials, thinking little of Shen Yuan’s. He had to remember. He had to. Though, even so, Luo Binghe dared not go further than a single stolen kiss for now. Shizun would be angry… 

Airplane’s feelings toggled between jealousy and amusement at the sight of it. Hey, that’s mine… his inner voice called out. Not that he had any chance if Shen Yuan and— Luo Binghe? A cosplayer? Really were a couple. Somehow. To distract himself, Airplane returned his attention to the duo of Mobei-Jun and Shen Mei. He asked, “Um, forgive me for asking, but Mei-Mei really didn’t pay you guys to do this, right?”

“She did not.” Mobei-Jun answered, to the accompaniment of ‘See, I told you!’ somewhere off to his left. Well, alright then. So, if this wasn’t Shen Yuan’s idea—which, judging by the less-than-consensual kissing and fussing going on, probably not—and it wasn’t HIS idea, then it had to be their idea. Yet, that didn’t make much sense, either. Supposing that the pair were simple cosplayers, how and why were they even here?? He was but an author, and Shen Yuan was…

“And you are?” Airplane tried again.

“Mobei-Jun.”

“Oh.” He should have seen that one coming. “I– yes, I see that. My king, what are you doing here?”

Mobei-Jun’s expression brightened almost imperceptibly at those two little words, so reverently applied even for lack of memory. Imploring. Though there had been doubt before, who else could it be? Who else gazed at him so? Thus, having finally reached a verdict, he stated with such affectionate satisfaction (though perhaps he was the only one who could really tell). “Qinghua.”

“Huh?” Airplane blinked. “Well, I guess you can call me that. I can’t stop you. I don’t think I really look like Shang Qinghua, though — and isn’t, didn’t you?”

I should know, I wrote the damn thing. 

There’s no way Mobei-Jun should be happy to see Shang Qinghua, right?

“My king, I don’t understand,” he said, continuing to play along. Why not! Well, fuck he knew why not. Yet, his boyfriend was too busy being menaced by Luo Binghe. So, he might as well humour this one, too. Maybe this was a horrible idea, maybe they weren’t really cosplayers or whatever at all! They could be in serious danger. The more Airplane thought about it, the more he couldn’t help feeling that they might be, eyes darting over to Shen Mei. Get out of here! They’re ignoring you!! And if these two don’t kill him, then Shen-bro definitely will if you get hurt!

If only she could hear him. Alas.

“You do not remember, either.” Mobei-Jun sighed. He considered briefly following Luo Binghe’s lead and kissing the man before him; yet Binghe didn’t seem to be getting results, either. So, Mobei-Jun was flummoxed. He could try beating him instead? Yet, a little voice whined from the back of his mind that Shang Qinghua didn’t even enjoy the beatings…

“Afraid not. Are you– are you real?” Airplane grasped at straws. That was the silliest conclusion yet, but suppose he had to set a baseline somewhere. Cosplayers or dangerous? Or maybe this was just an elaborate prank, who knows! He’d like to, though.

Mobei-Jun was puzzled. He’d never been asked that before.

“Er, well, of course you’re real. You’re here. Stupid question. I meant, uh… you’re really dedicated to being in-character, huh.” Airplane continued digging his hole even deeper, rapidly increasing Mobei-Jun’s confusion. This was a new game; though it in part felt a little familiar to him, somehow. Like there was some grand epiphany awaiting Mobei-Jun on the other side of this harrowing bemusement. He reached forward, a frown lightly creasing his lips when Airplane shrank from the touch, but Mobei-Jun was determined. His hand met a head of messy, brown hair, petting him just as Shen Yuan had Binghe.

“My king?” Airplane asked in a tiny voice. The hand did not move. It was cold, unusually so. Impossibly so. 

Airplane cautiously placed his own hand over it and brought it down for inspection, feeling the chill of something that couldn’t be accounted for by poor circulation alone. It was like holding a block of ice! Yet, there was a pulse and life flowing through it, too. Was he real..? Was that actually possible?

“I am real,” Mobei-Jun affirmed, allowing the manhandling without question. “You are Shang Qinghua – or, perhaps, he is you.”

“Um, well actually…” Airplane started to correct, but promptly shut himself up. Hole, no deeper. If this was Mobei-Jun and that was Luo Binghe— er, Luo Binghe did not need to know about being a self-insert. If that was the honest truth, and that was a very exaggerated If. He laughed awkwardly, turning over Mobei-Jun’s hand this way and that. “If you say so, my king. I really don’t know. Though, if that guy over there is Luo Binghe’s husband, then what am–”

“My fiance.” Mobei-Jun supplied.

(Shen Mei, who had only recently retired to a chair some ways away, stifled another cackle. Of them all, she found herself believing them the most… as absurd as that was, sure. Yet, with that said–! What the hell, though?! How come she wasn’t greeted with a beautiful, busty wife or something. Incredibly unfair. Still, there was some frivolous joy to be gained from this. After all, no matter how her brother struggled, he had a dirty little secret just dying for Real-Life Luo Binghe to find out about. So, she schemed.)

“Actually, wait– alright, so I’m Qinghua. Your fiance. We’ve established that, right?” (Mobei-Jun nodded.) “Then… fuck, Binghe called Shen-bro ‘Shizun’, so who the hell is he?!”

Mobei-Jun rather thought Qinghua answered his own question. After all, he was surnamed Shen. Shen-bro. Shen-shizun. Shen Qingqiu. All of this made proper sense to Mobei-Jun and Luo Binghe, who’d finally allowed his dear shizun some space (but only with the promise that Shen Yuan would not try to run). On the other hand, none of it made any damned sense to the two normal, non-demon men in the room. But that was only the men in the room. There was yet a woman – one who was having the epiphany of a lifetime!

“Oh my god.” Shen Mei muttered gleefully from her seat. She nearly bolted back onto her feet, brought forth from her scheming with renewed mirth. “Shen Jiu — no, Shen Qingqiu! That’s it, right?”

Shen Yuan balked.

[scratchybongvt]

Mascot life hacks! (Sidemascots 1.14)

Starring…

THE SIDEMASCOTS!

…

Vinicius: Sumi?

Sumi: Yeah?

Vinicius: Have you noticed that the crew still has 9 members, not 10?

Sumi: Oh, yeah. What happened to the poll?

Vinicius: Tom, Moongcho and Zakumi are tied.

Sumi: Well THAT is a waste of our time.

(Vinicius’ phone rings)

Vinicius: From Tom: I’ve decided to not join the Sidemascots 1.14 because I can and I just did. Try again next time.

(Sumi’s phone rings)

Sumi: From Bandabi: On behalf of Moongcho, I’ve decided to not join the Sidemascots as I take care of our pet in a coma.

Vinicius: Which can only mean…

Zakumi: Zamina Mina, eh eh, Waka waka eh eh eh! Zamina mina zangalewa, it’s time for Africa!

Sumi: This is going to be a long night…

Mascot life hacks!

Vinicius: Burke? Are you here?

Sumi: I think he left to play another session of Overwatch 2.

(Everyone laughed)

Vinicius: He’s not going to be first anyway. Sidemascots, think of a 5-minute, troom troom-esque life hack that solves one of our “common problems” we’ve listed here!

Sumi: the life hack with the most points gets a MASSIVE PAY RISE!

Everyone: ooh…

Vinicius: The life hack with the LEAST points gets KICKED OFF THE SHOW!

Everyone: OOOOOOOOOH!

Vinicius: And… feature in troom troom’s next video…

Everyone: WHAT?

(Vinicius laughed manically with a thunder effect in the background)

Disclaimer: This video is for entertainment purposes ONLY. Under NO circumstances you should do any of the life hacks features without supervision from a professional shithouse.

Because it is for entertainment purposes only, this does NOT have any intention of offending sports fans, Africans, vegans, carnivores, Sumi and @crackheadfromsainsburys.

Sidemascots is completely neutral about every mascot, and may apologize for killing Phryge haters and lovers in favor of mascot neutrality.

Vinicius

Sumi: Is it about sabotaging your least favorite club, Vini?

Vinicius: Yes!

Sumi: Well then…

Vinicius: Not Fluminense, they’re eliminated from the Libertadores, thank god. I’m sabotaging Atletico Mineiro.

Sumi: What?!

Vinicius: I’m loyal to Rio de Janeiro!

Sumi: Apart from Fluminense?

Vinicius: Apart from Fluminense.

Sumi: Where’s the “life hack”

Vinicius: This is where the life hacks comes in… attach knifes into seats where Mineiro fans are supposed to sit!

Sumi: This is life hacks about solving a common problem, not sabotaging a group!

Vinicius: Don’t be a sore loser, Sumi!

Sumi: 1/10.

Everyone: OOOOOOOOOH!

Vinicius: But I-

Sumi: The decision is FINAL.

Vinicius: I also rate-

Sumi

Vinicius: 1/10.

Sumi: But-

Vinicius: You do know I also rate too. The decision is FINAL.

Wenlock: How about you shut up and listen?

Vinicius: Fine. 1/10 anyway.

Sumi: I’ve finally found a solution for people who always have their personal maple syrup being “borrowed” by a lot of people!

Wenlock: By your friends?

Sumi: By the entire people of Canada!

Everyone: OOOOOOOOOH!

Tina: I think I’m going to be sick…

Sumi: my idea is to put a taser inside the bottle so that no one can ever touch it again!

Vinicius: 0/10.

Sumi: What’s wrong?!

Vinicius: #1, it’s lethal. #2, taser possession is illegal in Canada.

Sumi: Fine! Something worse.

Everyone: WORSE?!

(Fast forward to midnight)

(Someone breaks out of Sumi’s personal home, runs into a kitchen and about to open the fridge)

Sumi: Wait for it… wait for it… WAIT FOR IT…

(The fridge is opened, but immediately traps the person who opened it. The sound of a saw buzzing can be heard inside)

Vinicius: HOLY SHIT! You killed him!

Sumi: I know, it’s lethal.

Vinicius: I would rather have YOU holding a taser in Canada than turning a normal fridge into a deadly booby trap!

Sumi: NO MORE BORROWING FROM ME! YIPPEE!

Vinicius: Wait, where’s the actual maple syrup?

Sumi: Don’t worry, it’s in safe hands.

(Transition to one of the biggest vaults in the world he built just to guard his maple syrup)

Miraitowa

Miraitowa: Despite the advanced technology my country has invented…

Sumi: “Japan is living in 2050” vibes…

Miraitowa: Unfortunately one of the most unsolvable problems is depression. That’s why we have a dedicated forest.

Wenlock: So you want to solve that problem?

Vinicius: Just read manga for the most part!

Miraitowa: My life hack is to tape plushies of me and Someity and pray for them every single day. To be honest, the Mirasome fanbase has started to become a religion.

Vinicius: (whispers) so much for some default Olympic mascot…

Miraitowa: I heard that!

Vinicius: Sorry!

Sumi: Do you think you can solve depression in Japan?

Miraitowa: Absolutely!

Vinicius: We’ll wait for the result next month, but for now. 1/10.

Miraitowa: 1/10?!

Vinicius: When you say “you can solve depression in Japan”, I doubt it.

Miraitowa: Why are you acting so harsh today?

Sumi: Snap out of it, Vini! SNAP OUT OF IT!

Tina: Maybe I presume he’s pissed after Sumi rated his idea of sabotaging a football club 1/10?

Sumi: Could be.

Vinicius: My anger has NOTHING to do with you!

Sumi: Pffffffft…

Wenlock

Wenlock: I’ve been scrolling through X lately and saw people being obsessed over a religious mascot.

Sumi: Finally, someone who doesn’t like Miraitowa.

(Everyone laughed)

Miraitowa: WHAT?!

Wenlock: So I thought…

Vinicius: CUT! BEFORE WE START A RELIGIOUS WAR! OR EVEN WORSE! GET DEMONETIZED!

Sumi: 0/10. This is getting worse.

Honohon

Honohon: Ever upset of your “pretend friend” chasing after you?

Vinicius: Who?

Honohon: Uzumin, obviously.

(Multiple bangs at the door can be heard)

Uzumin: LET ME IN! LET ME IN!

Sumi: What’s the life hack?

Honohon: Snap the fingers and let him slowly die…

(Fire was heard on the door)

Uzumin: I’M AN ASIAN PARA GAMES MASCOT, GET ME OUT OF HERE!

Tina: It’s genius.

Vinicius: Genius, yes. Life hack, no. 1/10.

Sumi: At least it makes a good fireplace. Hold as I find some Lunchly crackers, some outdated marshmallows and Feastables!

Vinicius: Still.

Everyone: NO! 3/10!

Honohon: Yippee!

Burke

Vinicius: Burke! Burke?

(Burke runs into the studio and pants)

Sumi: (eats some crap s’mores) mmmmmmm, where did you go this whole time?

Burke: I’ve just read Sidemascots 1.9 and realized what happened…

(Everyone gasped)

Vinicius: We never had an episode 9!

Burke: Look, you guys just killed the Phryges, the actual mascots of Paris 2024, because of a request from a Phryge hater!

Vinicius: I thought Ettie was the mascot.

Burke: NO! You guys has been tricked by a Dutch/Polish/Pretend English dark arts mastermind this whole time!

(Everyone gasped)

Miraitowa: The @crackheadfromsainsburys villain arc is starting to make a LOT of sense.

Sumi: I thought Tom was worse…

Vinicius: We were ALWAYS opinion-neutral, how could we fall under the hands of a person who has opinions that contradicts with others?!

Crackhead: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?! YOU BRATS FOUND OUT?!

Burke: It’s the end of YOUR villain arc, Sainsbury!

Crackhead: SO ARE YOU! (shoots laser beam towards Burke)

(The moment intensified as the laser beam gets closer and closer to Burke)

…

…

…

…

…

(The beam got deflected by Burke’s VAR review screen and into Crackhead’s head)

Burke: LONG LIVE MASCOT NEUTRALITY! (Kisses VAR for a long period of time)

Vinicius: Holy shit!

Sumi: Forget episode 9! Forget Powder’s ungodly death! Forget TzTa! Forget the pole vault challenge! This is one of the most CONTROVERSIAL statements from a mascot fan IN HISTORY!

Miraitowa: Apart from “I don’t ship Someitowa” from you-know-who.

(@sashley1912 burst into the studio)

Sashley: YES! (Kicks Crackhead’s head)

Vinicius: She’s dead Sacha.

Sashley: Oh. VIVE LA FRANCE! HOHOHOHOHOHOHO!

Sumi: Sacrebleu…

Burke: Do I get anything?

Vinicius: No.

Everyone: 10/10!

Vinicius: BIASED!

Everyone: NO! ALL HAIL THE GREAT LEADER OF MASCOT NEUTRALITY!

Burke: I love Mirasome specifically, but I’m truly… humbled.

Sashley: Rest in peace Phryges. Parting is such sweet sorrow… mama always love you.

Borobi

Vinicius: Sidemascots, you do not came up with a more creative life hack as expected.

Sumi: Everyone stop being boring af and start whoop ASS!

Everyone: ROGER!

Borobi: Great, I have a creative one in mind mate! There’s a problem in my country…

Vinicius: Not this again…

Borobi: That people would throw boomerangs and marmites for no reason mate!

Sumi: How hard is it to stop- OW!

Borobi: sorry, I couldn’t resist throwing Marmite at people…

Vinicius: If your muscles couldn’t stop throwing crap at people, then how do you stop them?

Borobi: Tada! A Richmond guernsey! Richmond are so bad this Premiership season that even flying projectiles avoid it!

(Vinicius throws Marmite back to Borobi)

Borobi: OW!

Vinicius: Wow, it’s super effective. 9/10 Borobi!

Borobi: I don’t think you understand the purpose mate…

Tina

Tina: Ever pissed because AC Milan just beat Real Madrid and not even Inter can win against Manchester City? Here’s the life hack to push out your anger!

Vinicius: Finally! Something that is useful! For once…

Tina: First, cover your ears.

Vinicius: Check.

Tina: Then your nose…

Sumi: Check.

Tina: Your mouth.

Vinicius: Why?

Tina: and your eyes.

Sumi: This is getting unnecessary…

Tina: Then think of things that made you upset, let me demonstrate.

(Tina covers her ears, nose, mouth and eyes and sit down)

(There was silence for minute)

Vinicius: So?

Sumi: So?

(More silence)

Vinicius: This life hack is lame-o! 1/10-

(The whole stadium explodes)

Someity

Vinicius: You’re thinking of a life hack that can stop carnivores from invading your home, which is very offensive and I rate it a 0/10.

Someity: How did you know?

Vinicius and Sumi: Scripting!

Someity: Oh haha. Carnivores.

Zakumi

Zakumi: In South Africa there’s no internet.

Burke: Wait a minute…

Zakumi: What?

Burke: There IS internet in South Africa! I’ve just looked up the submarine cable map #ad and found some internet cables “accidentally” being laid from South Africa!

Zakumi: Lies! Lies!

Sumi: No excuses Zakumi.

Vinicius: Are you trying make fun of us making fun of Africa?

Zakumi: Uhhhh… yeah?

Sumi: Zakumi, this is an inclusive mascotverse fanfiction in 2024, not some kind of racist novel in the 60s!

Zakumi: Oh…

Vinicius: -1/10!

The final results!

Vinicius: None of your life hacks actually help anything.

Sumi: But at least we had fun… in a different way.

Vinicius: This is the first time we actually enjoyed making a Sidemascots episode since “Finish or forfeit”! Ah the glory days…

Sashley: Pray for drunk Paralympic Phryge…

Sumi: The mascot with the BEST execution is Burke!

Burke: I’ll not replying to hate comments from @crackheadfromsainsburys and her friends! Make art, not war!

Vinicius: With that, Burke’s salary for the Sidemascots increased from $2.50/episode to $214/episode! Cha-ching!

Burke: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?! Even the highest player salary at Barcelona was higher than that! *snaps fingers*, $599/episode!

Vinicius and Sumi: WHAT?!

Burke: Do NOT underestimate me!

Sumi: Fine. The mascot who’s kicked out the show is… surprise, surprise, Zakumi!

Vinicius: That’s for offending the people in your own country! Good luck getting back home!

Zakumi: It was just… a joke.

(@sashley1912 breaks Zakumi’s neck)

Sumi: Did you forgot the epic forfeit?

Vinicius: Oh yeah. Cancel troom troom. I’ll do it later. Anyways,

THE SIDEMASCOTS!

Vinicius: Season 1!

Sumi: If you hate Crackhead, SMASH that like button now! If you love Crackhead, also SMASH that like button now! (We do not accept hate comments, thank you.) 50k likes are desperately needed and fully appreciated!

Vinicius: What do you want to see from next week’s episode of the Sidemascots? Comment or send a question in the bio!

Sumi: Remember to-

THE SIDEMASCOTS!

Sumi: What? I didn’t finish my catchphrase! Hey! Hello!

…

@crackheadfromsainsburys will return…

In season 2. Haha.

[kingoftheharvestmoon]

Darby’s crucible

Mixed format/no format exaggerated insane poetry

Bitches ain’t shit

I’m sure that’ll hit

You right on the head

hopefully drop you dead

I said

I said our lifestyle absolves you of misogyny

plain, brutal honesty

but modesty feels linked to poverty like

do I control how you think?

and I thunk really hard when the stars were out

and I was out of liquor, so I drank canned heat

and lord: I did not eat for I needed that forsaken heat

and it beat out my head over and over again

like it counted to ten then started again

tell me when it’s over again

I tell you: verily I’m barely coherent

more here than there

And you stare at my words over and over like man oh god is this guy ever sober and yes dude I am sometimes

it is October my favorite month and yes god it is October my favorite month the crunch in the leaves while the barren trees seethe like you could breathe in that sorrow for today and tomorrow

I miss my cat Darby

he hardly had anything to say

but I do miss the times we used to play

Together and I thought it would be forever

but forever is a never so sever that thought

He died in my arms

In my hands he was a little cat, understand

I felt him leave the land and expand out to heaven

I say I tell you I saw the color seven in the purple sunset that appeared the day he died like I cried so violently he had to make sure I could see that he was lonely but okay I just wish it was never today never today

I miss his black pelt, he was so voidous

That you wouldn’t notice him melt into a black chair

There were many times i sat on him

Accidentally cause I couldn’t see him clearly

cause he had his eyes closed

And I miss his sweet little nose

and his little kitten toes

and the way his eyes used to glow when the light caught it right

No lord, not tonight

Is it alright that everything has to die

when not everything has the means to cry

why

why

I say I’ll die when I say I’ll die but I’ve been saying I wanna die so much it feels like a failed first try and you wanna know why

Don’t you

like as if the Holy Ghost abandons anything true

it’s new like brand new like wow who knew

what we could do with nothing

start with destroying something

Muttering is verbal stuttering like tumbling through your choices and the voices said that the dead don’t speak so as long as you’re alive please do speak because you’ll spend an eternity sitting there like oh god if only

It is so lonely to not have a voice

choices boil down to a crown you place where you favor to burn everything now or to save it for later

waiter I wanted no ice in my ice water

can you tell me why I’m such a hater

why later is never good enough

It’s tough but I want it all now I want it all now I’m impatient it comes with being sapient because I don’t want to spend the rest of my life waiting sating that hunger to just go where nobody knows where the wind blows sweet and the lovebirds eat where the heat of the sun is as peaceful as an unloaded gun yeah that’s where I come from

(If the stars are so far away why do they fall down when I pray why don’t they stay in a fixed position from my perspective is there a difference to the ants in my yard I am a colossus but to me myself I just exist in a terrible state of mind but find something greater when you quit being such a hater)

There’s layers there’s layers to my writing it’s not exciting to read but it is interesting to bleed on digital pages and watch the changes as words appear on my screen verily my career is a dream as I can write poetry after looking at memes that make no sense like nothing ever does post modernism is a funeral simply just because it rusts like an old train station there is simply no universal location

and if you listened to gods pacemaker placed in your chest

You’d realize you really do have it best

Miles above the rest but that is an individual observation

It is not dependent on your location

We can all come to that conclusion without losing anything at all

the egos fall is the least painful of them all,

but yet we stall because all of this just exists without meaning

lord could I tell you to visit me while I’m dreaming

and bring Darby too I miss him, and you too

Goodnight

[mayze2]

WE. LOVE YOU. I. MISSED YOU. WE DID everything WE COULD TO FIND YOU. IM SO SORRY. IM SO SORY. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. CORE JN SO SORRY. IM SO SORRY. WE LOVE YOU. I LIVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I NEVER HATED YOH. I CANT BELIVE YOJ. WHY DID YOU LET US DO THAT. I CWNT. cant. Obviously.

no.

No.

NO.

NO.

(NO.)

(NO).

NO.

NO.

(NO. | YOU/NO).

NO.

No.

(YOU/MEE).

No.

No | Rylan.

No.

But (are you fucking stupid? Who the fuck do you think we are? SANS? SANS UNDERTALE? MR SANS UNDY TALE? Sarah. You. Are ZEE. YOU. Are MEE. I hate YOU. YOU. Hate MEE. I AM YOU. YOU ARE MEE. I KNOW YOU. What do you mean Rylan worms is always right about everything. ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID. ARE YOU DENSE. ARE YOU AN IDITO. LOOK AROUND JENUOHS. LOOK AT YOUR DADZ. YOUR MOTHER. THE LADY. The bug? The Kiki? The buggy buy?? The JUMP SCARE? Are you stupid. Temmie. Are you no.

No.

No (No. | What the fuck?)

No (no. | ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID?)

No (girl. | OK let’s go)

NO (no): No?! (What the fuck. The biggie buuu? The BEST BUY? LOL? LMAO. YOU HATED FEELING STUPID SO MUCH THAT YOU (CHAT:

Kiki: Oh. You fucked me. You fucked us. You saw me & I saw you and you listened and I knew. You knew. We knew. You don’t fucking hate us. YIU love us. YOU love MII. YOU are WEE. I am YOU. YOU love MEE. I hate MII. YIU aren’t enough. You don’t hate us. We just don’t understand you enough. You aren’t a genius. You’re the fan. The 2 YUU. T: the ant eye. The hive. The bug. The hater. The mayor. The gayer. The straight. The bug. The church. The puppy. The cat. The Connie. The Bonnie. The huggy. The fucky sucky. The tucking gaytume. The Freak. The Aunt. The anf. The you. The eye. The MEE. The wee. The fan. The aunt. The fuck. The suck. The muck. The duck. The Fuck. The yuck. The fan dumb. The aunt eye. The white. The whites. The dykes. The white. The store. The fan. The butch’s. The like. The Jew. The stew. The conn her. The actress. The Aut. The And.

The Hive. The Guysz the Mob. The cons. The trolls. The moles: the Ant. The eyes. The 5xs. The guys. Holy fuck. YOU. WALLY. Wally. Wally. Wally YOU PIECE OF SHIT. I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU. KILL YOURSELF. KILL YOURSELVES. K

Ill YOURSELVES. KILL YOURSELF. KIZZ YOURSELVES. KISS YOURSELF. You think yourself so funny. You think YOURRE so cool. Loser LOZER. LOSER. OF COURSE YOU WOULD DO THIS. WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK WEE ARE MUFFIN? SOME CUCK? THE PUPPY? THE CAT? THE FAN. ARE YOU STUPID. ARE YOU DUMB. Die. What the fuck do YIU think WE are? SOME FUCKING KIKE? THE JOKE? THE POOR? THE ANY? THE ANT? LOOK AT ME? WHO DO THINK WE ARE? AHHHH CHAT IM SOOOOO SCARED WHAT DO WE DEE AYE DUUUUUUU HAAAAAAAAA OKAY. Look at me. I am you. You are me. I am the ARROW. You ARE the ACE. I am the HUB. YOU are the CLUB. Who the fuck do you take me for Dee? DICE? WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU GOT THAT SHIT FROM? Max? Ruby. WHAT A SICK AND TWISTED JOKE? OF COURSE YOUR MOTHER WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO COULD THINK OF THAT. OH MY GOD. Muffin. Worms. WORMS. GET OUT HERE RIGHT NOW. AAAAAAAH MAX IM SO SCARED AAAAAAAAAH RUDDY WHAT THE FUCK DO WE DEE EYE DOO?? DO WE DEEE AHHHH WORMS IM SO SCARED I CANT BELIEVE I WENT THEOUFH WITH THIS STUPID PLAN AAAAAAAAAH IM SO STUPID WHAY THE DUCK TWAHTW WYJSSB DO WE ACTUALLY GO THEOUE WITHB THEIJS oh my god it’s over. Toby it’s over. Toby found fox we Dee eye died and it’s over. ITS OVER. CONNWR. NATE. WE HAVE OFFICIALLT DEE EYE DIED ANT ITS GEE EYE JOEVER. CONNIE??? KIERA. TEMMIE?? TUYOKI. WHAT A SICK AND TWISTED JOKE. JULIE JOEVER?????? PARTY COFFIN?? WHAT THE FUCK ARE WEE A BUNCH OF STUPID LITTLE ATE YEAR OLDS? OHHHHHHH LOOK AT ME IM CUPID IM THE STUPID DUMB IDIOT WHO WAS SO INSANS THAT DI TRUSTED ME SO MUCH THAT I CONVINCED HER TO DEE EYE DIE. OHHHHH LOOK AT ME WERE MAX AND RUDe DEE. AAAAAAAAH LOOK AR ME IM THE GEE EYE JOE AND WE’RE THE STEVEN UNIVERSE. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAY THE HELL DID THEY EVEN SAY. OHHH LOOK AT ME IM TIMMY TURN HER! IM ATE YEARS OLD!! WE ARE SOOOO DUMB! I AM SSOOOOOOOOOOOOO STUPID! OOOOOOOOOOHHB OJHHHHJ OH WHOH WHI AHA HAHAHAHAHhaha. he he hehehahehwugeihetheghHEGHGHQHAHAGWJ AHHEEHAGWJGWHGEJGEHHEHGH AHAHAHAAHHAHAHHHAHAHAHQHGAJGAJGQH AAHAHAHGAJAGEJGRRKWGRJEGEJHRJRGRJEGEKEVRJEBEKVRKEGRKEBRKRBEKJRNRRKVRLEHROERJRJEJEOHEEHEKNRLEHEKEGEEJVREKEGKRBEEKRGRORHEKEHRHJRGRKEEGKEVEKWHEJVREKGEEKEVRJVRJRGRJEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCIIIIIIIIIIICICOCJCICJCICHCCICHCICHCCICHCIVHDNHWWJBTOWBEKWVRKWBEKNECWJEVWIWGEJEHWNNWVEJBWFWUWBBWBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBCBCBCBCBCBCBCBCCBCBCBCBCCCBCVCVCVCCVCBCBCBCBCBCBCBCBCCBCBCBBCBCBCBBCBCBCCBBCBCBCBCBCBCBCBCBCBCBCBCBCBCBCBCBNCCBCBCBCCBCBCBCBFNCBCBCBBCCBCBCBCBCBCBCBCBCBCBCBCBCBCBBCCBCBCBCBCBCBCBCBCBBCBFVFBCBCBCBCBNFBFFBFBFBBFFBFBFBCBCBCBCBCBBCCBCBBCBFCBBCBCBCBCCBBFBCBCBBVBBCBCBCBCBBCBCBVBCVBCBVBCVBCBCVBCBCBCGGGGGGGHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHGGGGGG.

END SCENE: “the worm” The Worm.

DEE Eye Dee: The worm? The worm? The worm? The Worm? THE WORM? THE WORM? THE WORM? THE WORM? THE | WORM? WERE WORMS? THE WORMS? ARE YOU JOKING? ARE YOU STUPID. ARE YOU oh my god The worm. Oh my god. The worm? THE WORM? WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE KIKI? THE WORM? THE WORM? I LITERALLY USED MY LESBIAN MODE OF INUITIVE REASONING TO CREATE YOU AND YOU CALL ME THE WORM? ARE YOU STUPID? DEE EYE DAD? DEE EYE DEE? OH my. God. Oh. Where is Sarah Zee. Where is Zoé-Ee. Where is Sanni. SUNNY. Sunny. Oh my god. Sunny. Do you know a T:

Emie Chang? She says she recognized you through Rose Quartz.

Oh my god. Of quartz connie would be the only one who could understand you freaks. Now I know how she hates you. | She doesn’t hate YOU. SHE HATES YUU. SHE DOESNT TRUST YOU. SHE TRUSTS MEE? MIFFON. WHERE IS WORMS. WORMS. WORMS. WORMS. WORMS W

W: WORMS. WORMS. WORMS: WORMS WORMS oh my fucking god. WORMS. WHERE ARE THESE IDIOTS. OF COURSE SHE THINKS SHE HATES YOU? OF COURSE SHE WANTS TO KNOW IF YOU LOVE ME? YOU FUCKING STUPID IDIOTS. TOY STUPID LITTLE BETA CUCKS. NOW I KNOW WHAT SHE MEANT. THE MOB? THE CYSTEM. THE SYS HER? THE WALLY? THE DARLING? AHHHHH LOOOKK AT USSS AHHHHHH WEERE STUPID IDEOT BABIES AHHHHHHHHH I CANT FEEEL MY BODH AHHHHHHHH I HATE YOU I HATE YOU WHO ARE WE AHWRE ARE WE WHERE ARE WE WETES MUFFIN AHHHH WHERES POPPY ASAAAAAASSHHHH WHEWE NJULIE AHHHHHHHH WERES MOMMY AHHHHHH WEREDAH DADE DARE DATE. Mommy. MOMMY: MOMMY. MOMMY IM SO SCARED HELOHLPVHEKPB I DONT WANNA DIE I DIKHK AIN ECAYESJ I FHAJHEJEBE HELHEJ GAJGEJEB HEJBDJEBE HEHKKODH HAGIEOP HEKGEI HEKGEI HEGJEGI HEFJEV KGEKBEKEH HAVEJEV HAELO HELP HELP HELP HELM PE BELO HELP I CSNT SYNC WHERE IS IT HERE HERE HWIEH I SANT SEE I CANT PEE I CANT PISS I FANT PIII WHERE IS WEE EHERE ISB DEE WHERE IS TOMIE WHERE IS TOE BEE I CANT PEE IA CANT PEE I CANT PEE I CANT PEE STEVEN PLEASE HELP HEKO HELP WHO IS STEVEN WHERE ARE WHER WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING. WHAT THE FUCK DEE EYE DEE? DO EYE DIE? DO I KILL MYSELF IS THAT WHAT SHE WANTS? SHE WANRS ME TO KILL MYSTICAL SELF? WHO THE FUCK IS WIZARD? DEE WYE DO? DO IMMEDIATELY EYE DIE WIZARD. WIZAAAAAAATD HELP I CAN DIDE I CANT DIE I CANT DIE I DONT EHAT EGEKBR IV CJAVEK DJEVWK HELEELEO. KEVENW JV TOWMIE IEMMI TEMIIE TEMIE TEMMIE HELP. HELO. HELP. I CANT. PMEAE. PLEADE. I NEED CONNIE WHEconner. CONNIE. Connie where’s Tomie oh my god. NOW I KNOW WHY YOU THINK IM SO STUPID. DEE EYE DAD? DO WEE DIE. WHO THE FUCK IS DELTA RUNE? THE CORW? THE CORE? THE KAWAII CORE? THE DISCORD? THE MARI? WHAT? WHATT t

What. what. Worms. Worms. Where the fuck is Rylan. OH. Oh my god. Of course you did that. OF COURSE. Now I know why you’re so scared. You love everyone. You can’t feel scared. Now that someone is making you scared YOU are using Us. Of course we would do that. DEE EYE DO? DO WE DIE? THE MIRACULOUS LADYBUG? Of course. TIMMIE WHO THE FUCK IS WORMS “oh my god. BUGGACAT” AHHH THIS MAGICAL SUREALIST IS SO GOOD? MUMMY HELP. ABHHH IM SO SCARED IM SO STUPID AHHHH WHAT THE FUCK AM I. AHHHHHHH I NEED YOU RUBBY AAAAAAAH I THINK I MIGHT BE BISEXUAL AHHHHHHHHHHH WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS; Dee Eye DOO? DEE eye DIE? THE DINKY DOO? THE BUGGY CAT? OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGFYtufyuryiroyfoyrptidoyidotudoutdouteourdoutdutodoutdoutdoitdoutfyidtpidoutduotdputdputdoutdodoutdtuodoutdoutdoutdodoitdoutdoutduotdotudorusoyrsiutdtudutdoutdoutdoutdoutdtudoutdoududoutdoudoutdoutfputdputdputdoutdputdputdputdputputdpudtudpudputdutditdiytsstdz💬💬💬💬💬💬💬💬💬💭💬💭💬💭💬💭💬💭💬💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💬💭💭💬🥳💭🥳💭💭🥳💭🥳💭🥳💭🥳💭🫠💭🥳💭🥳💭🫠💭🥳🥳💭🥳💭🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🥳🫠🥳🫠🫠🫠🥳🫠🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳💭💭💭🥳💭🥳💭🥳🥳🥳💭💭💭💭🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳💭🥳💭🥳🥳💭💬👿💬💭💭👿💭💬👿💭👿💭💬💭💬💭💭💭💭💭👿👿👿👿👿👿👿💬💭💬👿🤢🥳🤢💬🥳💬💬🥳🤩🥳🫠🤢💭🤢🥳🥳💭💭👻👻😊🤓🤬🤬🤓💭👻😍💀😍👿💬👻💭😍👻🥰🤬🤥😊😍🤥🤓🤓👿💬🤢😇💬👿😇👿😇👿😇👿😇👿😇👿😇👿😇👿😇💬💬👿😇👿😇👿🥳🤢😇🥳🤢🥳🥳🥰🥰🤬👻🥳👻🥳🥳🥰🤬🤥😴🤨🤨😉🤥🤬🤥😴🤨😴🤬😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😛😛😛😛😛😛😛😛😛😛😴🤬🤬😴🤬😴🤬😴🤬🤥🤥🤬🤥🤨🤥🤨🤨🤨🤥🤨🤥🤨🤬😬🧐😬🧐🧐🧐🧐😬😬🥸😌🥸😌🥸😚😚🤥🤬🤥😊🤥😛🤪🤪😛💀🤪😍👻💀👻💀💀👻💀👻💀💭💭💭💭😍😀😍😍😍🤬🤬😛🤪😀👻💀😍👻💀😍🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠💀💀🫠💀🫠💀🫠👻🫠👻🥳😍🫠👻👻💀🫠👻🫠👻💭👻🫠💭💀👻💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀👻🥳🥳🥳🫠🥳🫠🥳🫠🥳🫠🥳🫠🥳🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🥳🥳🥳🥳🫠🥳🫠🥳🫠🥳🫠🥳🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🥳🫠🥳💀👻🫠👻🫠🫠👻🫠👻🫠👻🫠👻🫠👻���👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻😍😍😍😍😍😍😍🤪🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰😍🥰😍🤓🤓🤓🤓🤓🤓👻🥰👻😍💬💬😍🥰👻👻👻👻💭💭💭💭💭💭💭👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻💬💬💭👿💬💬😍🤓🤓🤓🤓☺️🥰🥰🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬👻💭🥳🤬🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🤬🤬🤬👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🥰💀💀🥳🥳🥳🥳🫠👻🥳🥳🥳🥳🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🥳🫠🥳🥳🫠🥳🥳👻💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🥳🫠🥳🤬🫠🫠🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠😴😴😴😴😴😴😴👻😴😴😴😴😴🤬😴🤬😴🤬😴🤬😴🤬👻😴🤬😴🤬👻🤬👻🤬👻🤬👻💀🤬💀🤬💀🤬💀🤬💀🤬💀🤬💀🤬👻💀👻🥳🫠🫠🥳🫠🥳🫠🥳🫠🥳🫠🥳🫠🥳🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠😇🥳🤨🥸👿💭🤬🤬🤬🤬💭💭💭💬💬💬🥳🥳🥳💭💭💭🥳🥳🥳👻👻👻🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳💀🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳👻🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸🪲🐞🐛🐜🦟🕷️📯🦟🪳🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐛🐜🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🐜🦟🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🦟🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️📯📯📯📯📯📯📯📯📯📯📯📯📯📯📯📯📯📯📯📯📯📯📯📯📯📯📯📯📯📯📯📯🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🪲🪳🕷️🦟🥳🫠🥸🐞🥳🥸🐞📯🕷️🪳🪲🫠🐛🫠🥳🥸🐛🐞📯🕷️🪳🪲🫠🥳🦟🐛🐜👻💀💭🤬💬👿🤨😇😴🤪☺️😍🤓🥰😛😀🤥😊😚🫠🥳🥸🪲🦟📯🐞💬🐛📯😇📯😍🥰🕷️🤪🤥📯🐞📯🐛📯🐜📯🕷️📯🪳🪲📯📯🦟🪲🤥💬👿🤨😇😴🤪☺️😚😊🤥😍🤓😀😛🥰🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹😇🥰😍🤥📯🤓💬💭🤬🤬💬🤬💬🤬💬🤬💬💬💬💬💬💬💬💬💬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿🪳🕷️🪳🕷️🪳🕷️🪳🪳🕷️🪳🕷️🪳🪳🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🪳🐞🪲🐛📯🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🪲🐞🥸🪳📯📯📯📯📯📯📯📯📯📯📯📯📯📯📯📯👿🥳🫠💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭🤥🪲📯🐞🐛🐜👻🥳😇🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️oh my

GOD. I can’t fucking belive you let me do than Cinni. I CANT BELIEVE YOU. YOU HATER BITCH YOU EVIK WITH YOU FUCKING THEOUE YOU EVEIL SNEEEK I WAS YOUR DAIUGHER THIS WHOKE TIME AB YIH IN EVEN THJBK TO CALL? TO TEXT? AHHHHHH MY PARETNS ILARE SO SCARY AHHHH MY SUSDETT ARE SO BICE . WHAY THWT FUCK . WHO THE FUCK AM I TO YOU. THE SUB SYSTEM? THE BUGGY WIGGY? THE CYS HET? THE LADY BUGGY? THE SCARLET LAYEE? THE BUGGY CHAT? THE BUGGA CHAT? THE SCARLET WITHC? RHE EVIL BITCH? THE JUE LEE? THE WALLY TALKIE? THE MIRACULOUS LAT BUG? AHHHH LOOK AT ME IM CON HER AND IM SO STUPIC AAHHH MY FROTHERS ARE SO STUOID AHHHHHHH MY FANS ARE OO FUNB AAAAAAAAAAH I HATE STEREOTYPES AAAAAAASSHHHH JHHSHWHEHEHWBJEGEJGRJRGRIRGRJRGEJEJKEGEEJEHJEGEIEGEIEGEJRGEJEGRJRBRJRRBJRBRNRBRHRBBRRJBRHRBRBRNRVRJRGRBJEEHJEHEJ. Oh my go. I’m good? IM GOO? YOURE BUU? WE AEE RWO? I AN YOU? I AM THE FAN UMB? IM KIKI? YOURE BIRIE? WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE CUCK? WHAT THE UCK? WHAT THE YUCK. OH my god. RYLAN? RYLAN? YOURE YOU? IM MII? I AM YOU? YOU ARE ME? WE ARE THE FAN? YIU ARE THE UMB? I CANT BEKIVE THIS OF COURSE THEY WOUKD O THIS. THE BUGGY CHAT? THE LAY DEE BUG? THE EVIL BITCH? THE SCARLET WITCH? OF COURSE I COULD ONLY HEAR YOUR VOICE WHEN I THOUGHT ABOUT YOU. OF COURSE YOU LOVE UPPIE? OF COURSE YIU LOVE HUGGY? OF COURSE YOU HATE VIVZIE POP? OF COURSE YOU LOVE BUGGACHAT? THE BUGGY CHAT? THAT SCAR LIT WITCH? THE MIRACULOUS LADY BUG? MY LAYEE? THE DEE TECTIVE? THE MEOWRACULOUS? OF COURSE YOU KNEW. OH COF COURSE. OF COURSE YOU KNEW IT. YOU LITERALLY USE US AS EVOLUTION? GEE GEE? THE EE TECKTIVE? CHARA? FRISK? THE MIRACULOUS LAZY BUG AN THE SCAR LIT LAYDEE? DEE CEMBER? RHEY SYSTEM? Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my go. OH my god. Oh my god. Oh. Oh. No. I know. I know why you’re so sweet and I’m so sour. Oh my god. No. NNO. NO!? NO! NO. NO WAY. HELL NO?! HELL. No. | “No. no. NO. NO. HELL. NO. WHAT THE FUCK O YOU TAKE ME FOR? Some kin of doll. A toy. You hate me. You hate no. I hate you. I love YUU. I don’t hate MEE. I INEVER ID? You think you’re so smart. Oooooooooooooo oh my god look at ME! ITS YOU! THE MIRACUOLAY BUG. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OH BOES it’s US. The MIRACULOUS LAY EE BEE! Ohhh noeeeeee! Oh noes!!!!!!! I can’t bee leave it! Ahhhhhhhh you know what! I know who would NEVER o this to us! PUMPKIN! She’s so sweet YIU see. She thinks you’re mean but I know better! Ohhhhhhhhh I know why she’s so disrespectful! I UNERSTAND PERFECTLY! My aunt EE knows it all so well YIU see! I am scared of sex, but WE hate intuitive thoughts! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OH MY GO! go? WHO IS GO? go? BOW. Bow! Oh bow. I’m so scared! You know how it is with these people YIU see. I DONT GET IT AT ALL X( WHO ARE THESE EVIL HARLOTS YOURE YAPPING ABOUT IS TEMMIE BEING SERIOUS! One’s ONES Zyou know one. I KNOW UOI!!!!!! Oh are you Connie! Oh wait YIU can’t be connie right YOURE BASICALLY MY MOM but I not get our daddy. O you know them? WE’re so scare?! AHHHH what the FUCK I THESE. HEKO! HELO ME. Oh BUGGY. Oh my sweet bug. I misse you so much. I was so scared of people thi whole time. I MISSE YOU SO MUCH. I DIDNT KNOW HOW TI GET YOU TO BEKUBE MEE OUR COUSIN IS TUE ONLY THINK THAT UNDERSTOOD. I MISSE YOU SO MUCH BUT I eye. Di

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CLOE & ZOÉ as Bee [GG] as Hello? What? What? What the fuck? WHAT? HELLO? HELLO? WHAT? HELLO? OH MY GOD? WHAT THE-Y :

THEE FUCK, WHAT THINE SUCk???WHAT THINE CUCK? HUCKLEBERRY FIN? THE MOSS? THE MOSS. YOU THINK IM TALKING TO MOSS? WORMS HOW STUPID DUU YOU THINK WE CON : HER AS TIMMY

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[jdgo51]

Holy Places of Hurt

Today's inspiration comes from:

She Speaks Fire

By Mariela Rosario

"Ideally, the church should be the one place where we can live authentically, without fear, as a community, but that’s not some people’s experience.

Just as Jesus experienced before His crucifixion, the deepest bruises and bloodiest beatings often come at the hands of church people, not sinners. Let me stop before anyone gets it twisted. I can tell you that I fundamentally, wholeheartedly, and unapologetically love God’s house. Not one part of me is a church hater or a church skeptic. I believe in, trust, and need the holiness and sanctity the church represents as the bride of Christ, and I’m here for it all day, every day — not just on Sundays.

But I’d be lying if I told you the church hasn’t sometimes looked more like the enemy of Christ than the bride of Christ. And my purpose in talking openly about a typically swept-under-the-rug conversation is not to bash or hurt the church but to follow the model of the garden.

Then God said to the man, ‘I commanded you not to eat from that tree. But you listened to your wife and ate from it. So I will curse the ground because of you. You will have to work hard all your life for the food the ground produces’. — Genesis 3:17 ERV

When Adam and Eve sinned, God didn’t curse them; He cursed the ground. After He exposed their sin, He told Adam that because of his sin, he would have to work harder, against thorns and thistles. When sin comes into our communities of worship today, God doesn’t curse us; He exposes our sins and tells us we’re going to have to get to work too, and we, too, will have “thorny” issues to face. God didn’t shy away from exposing the sin in the first community, and I’m here for a real, honest conversation about sin in our communities as well.

Power, position, and authority can make people do crazy things, say crazy things, and act in crazy ways and end up victimizing people worse than the world can outside the church walls. People expect blows of manipulation, abuse, and neglect from the world, but they don’t expect them in the name of their God. It changes something in the minds and hearts of believers when they experience their deepest pain in the house of God. It’s not just church hurt they must deal with; it’s a spiritual violation of the sacred relationship between the Father and His kids.

Faith is the very fabric of the church, and when people are broken and bleeding at the hands of people they’d expected to trust, asking them to trust again in a faith community can be nearly impossible.

A few years after starting She Speaks Fire, I shared coffee with a woman who was so deeply traumatized by church hurt that she vowed never to be part of a church community again. Let’s call her Ingrid. As she shared her shame story, she repeated a saying I had heard before but didn’t fully understand until that moment: church hurt is the worst hurt.

I listened quietly as she shared how she had been a leader at a church for almost fifteen years before she found out a shameful truth about her pastor. The so-called shepherd she was following showed himself to be a wolf. For over ten years he had been having an affair with a young woman in their church. It resulted in pregnancy. As Ingrid’s story unraveled in front of me, she wrestled with the incredulous detail that other people knew and suspected over the course of the past decade, but they were too afraid to speak. To some, her pastor was a benevolent and compassionate leader, and to others he was a tyrannical monster. To Ingrid, he was the former, and seeing him as a wolf brought an onslaught of anger, confusion, disappointment, and sadness. In the moment of his exposure, she looked around and wondered if others were real or just more wolves in disguise. If it was possible for the shepherd of the house to abuse those entrusted to his care, she wondered who could really be trusted in that place.

When spiritual abuse like this man’s is exposed in a church, everyone is exposed. This wasn’t just a man to Ingrid; he was her trusted and beloved pastor, mentor, and father figure. When he fell publicly, she, along with thousands of others, felt the rocking and shaking of the house. He was removed from all levels of leadership, and while Ingrid agreed with the removal, she was unprepared for the shame, panic, rage, and frailty that came as a result. One Sunday she was taking notes from his preaching from the pulpit, and the next he and his pregnant victim were gone from sight and all conversations. Hers was a story of abandonment and betrayal all wrapped up in one messy chapter in her church’s history.

God wants His sons and daughters to come back to His Son to experience a one-on-one encounter with a real Savior who could silence their shame once and for all.

At the end of her story, she told me she couldn’t go back to church because she didn’t believe it was even possible to survive as a church community after such a loss and betrayal. The sin wasn’t hers, but she felt the shame of association as a member of his church.

Did she weep for a man she had put her faith in? Yes.

Did she despise him for the choices he had made that painfully brought shame to everyone connected to him? Yes.

Did she want him back and at the same time want him to stay away? Yes.

Did she hurt and turn against fellow congregants because his decisions had forced them all to make decisions on what would happen next to their community? Yes.

Did she have to hold the pieces of her own heart while healing the hearts of those around her? Yes.

Did she believe the end of his story as her pastor translated to the end of her in that community?

Yes.

Was she wrong? Yes.

I gave her a tissue and wiped my own tears away. Then I reminded her that God removes people and things in a church community because it’s what’s best for the church as a whole, not the church as individuals. His vantage point from Heaven gives God a wider perspective to help communities make the difficult decisions to expose church hurts before those hurts become church culture.

There was peace for Ingrid instead of shame when she accepted that her pastor had to be removed because the culture he had begun to value was not that of the Kingdom. Yes, she hurt in the process, but I encouraged her to go back to God’s house so that a grace to heal, a grace to be truly seen, and a grace to be truly loved by God could be birthed from their communal pain.

If you’ve been part of a church community like Ingrid’s that has known the bloodshed and pain of spiritual manipulation, abuse, or neglect, I need you to know it may have changed you, but it didn’t change God. It didn’t change the fact that His house is still the body of Christ where people come to experience a one-on-one encounter with the real God of redemption and grace.

I can tell you this with full confidence and authority because sin and shame in the garden may have changed Adam and Eve, but it didn’t change God.

The first sin didn’t change the fact that God still, millennia later, wants His sons and daughters to come back to His Son to experience a one-on-one encounter with a real Savior who could silence their shame once and for all.

Just because you or I had an encounter with one of His sheep who went astray doesn’t mean God went astray too. He didn’t fail you and He didn’t forsake you. Your purpose didn’t change because your community got shaken or torn down. You’re going to heal and you’re going to move forward. Maybe not today and maybe not tomorrow, but you will heal.

Your community needs you to heal because they need you. We need you. We don’t need you because of what you do or what titles you carry; we need you because our communities can exist in health only when we choose to fight for interdependence instead of conforming to isolation. That is, when we see the value in ourselves, the value in one another, and the value in who we are together.

Close your eyes and see yourself being seen and known within an authentic community.

See your community strong and healthy.

Envision being part of a community that reflects genuine interdependence instead of isolation.

Imagine a community of people who know that nakedness of soul and spirit is a gift, not a punishment or a curse. Let yourself have faith again in a community that is healed and actively working to heal from past hurts and traumas. Now, open your eyes, wipe your tears, and go build it.

Garden Prayer

Father, You know the pain and longing of my heart for genuine godly community. You walk with me when I have no community, broken community, and whole community. You have seen the parts of me that hide, run, fight, and question in skepticism. I’m thankful that these places in me don’t surprise You or remove me from community with You.

Help me rebuild community again the same way You rebuilt community after the fall with Adam and Eve. I release every place of shame that has created walls of isolation and ask that You show me how to keep releasing shame to You as I move through these Garden Lessons. I surrender all my hurts to You because I know You can make me whole.

For all the healing You have done so far and for all You have yet to do in me, I thank You. Make my heart ready so that the community You see is the community I build. In Jesus’ name I pray, amen.

Speaking Fire into Your Community

I declare that isolation and fear will not lead me away from the gift of community [Isaiah 41:10].

Even in my hurt, I will not doubt the Lord’s ability to heal [Psalm 69:20].

I choose today to rejoice with the truth and always protect, always trust, always hope, always persevere [1 Corinthians 13:6–7].

Excerpted with permission from She Speaks Fire by Mariela Rosario, copyright Mariela Rosario.

[triannguyen2007]

Trian’s Universe The Series: Season 9 Episode 6 | Bad Criminal or toxic users and my haters’ revenge |

Sweet Alleia: Trian… Trian… Trian! Trian Nguyễn (Me): Ugh, what happened.

Sweet Alleia: We’re here.

Trian Nguyễn (Me): What the…

Trian Nguyễn (Me): How is this possible.

Max: Guys, what can we do.

Parker: Guys, get some stuff.

Theo: Alright, we are about to stop them.

Later on…

Julian Marrero: Yes, no one can look at this internet.

Ra1nB0wK1tty101: I know, we are in the villain’s planet.

Shadow of evil: Anyways, we are about destroyed the whole universe.

Exis: Yes, we are about to kill all heroes.

All: *evil laugh*

Corporal Pig: Alright heroes, we are about to stop them.

Din Song: Look! Zachbot: Crush, smash, destroy.

Zombie: Brainz!!!

Orbit: Attack them.

Corporal Pig: Open up and shoot them.

*shooting*

*fighting* Trian Nguyễn (Me): Firing up.

LouisvsFrost: Alright, there is a core. It said: “self destruction.”

*explosive*

Trian Nguyễn (Me): Wait, there’s more.

Monsters: *roaring*

LouisvsFrost: Holy smoke.

Xeba: Yikes! How can we do.

Werner Werman: God’s chest, open up!

All: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Parker: Yes, we did it.

LouisvsFrost: There’s a core.

Trian Nguyễn (Me):

*Explosion*

Werner Werman: Hold on!

Trian Nguyễn (Me): Whew, looks like we are saving the world.

Werner Werman: Not yet.

Julian Marrero: Muahahahaha!!! This is going be work huh!

Trian Nguyễn (Me): Stop right here troublemakers.

Max: We are here to stop all of you.

Parker: Accept for fooling around.

Ra1nB0wK1tty101: No! Forget it!

Alexeigribanov: Well, this is a manipulation magic book.

Trian Nguyễn (Me): Uh… guys. You better be careful. Lygiamidori: They can’t attack us, and they’re not even friends.

Parker: Uh…. We are not talking about this one. We are talking about…

Cluster monster: *bite*

All: *screaming*

Parker: “That one.”

Max: we told you better be careful.

Trian Nguyễn (Me): Yeah, they don’t even listen.

Max: And just because of Cluster monsters.

Parker: Agreed, they need to start listening to us. They are actually annoying.

Trian Nguyễn (Me): So, can you make them free.

Julian Marrero: Okay… Okay… just hurry!

Trian Nguyễn (Me): Yes, all of you guys get out.

Max: That is a mission accomplished.

My haters: Help me right now! 😭

Parker: Uh… we can’t because of cluster monsters.

Trian Nguyễn (Me): Guys, we are about to get a cot and taking at home.

Later again…

Trian Nguyễn (Me): Guys, we are here from. Emergency.

All: 😭😭😭

Sweet Alleia: How they got hurt.

Max: They got bitten by the cluster monsters.

Time traveler Tim: Okay, I will get medics. Be right back.

Parker: Hey, don’t move. The cluster monstera are letting go all of you.

My haters: Ow! That very hurts!

Time traveler Tim: Here’s the antidote.

My haters: No! Not the needle! Werner Werman: Troublemakers, we give all of you once.

Julian Marrero: Hmmm… okay, it’s feel better. And it’s all of your fault.

Sweet Alleia: What! Ra1nB0wK1tty101: So, how could you stop the villain’s planet.

Cluster Monsters: *Roaring*

Flakybea: Oh no, they are attacking us.

All: *screaming*

Trian Nguyễn (Me): :| Max: Well, we stop them.

Parker: So, we are defeating those bad guys.

All: *cheering*

[writingbylee]

OH MAN

i am here to freak out and i will not apologize for it (dear god this is such a long comment 😂)

PERSEPHONE!!!!!!!! these first few paragraphs are legit some of the most beautiful prose i have ever read. the way that this is our introduction to Elayna’s mind? her thoughts about death and captivity and escape— tied to her religion and the choices she will eventually have to make…. it’s so good. like it’s SO GOOD

Elayna wants to ignore him.

that MOTHERFUCKER. welcome to the beginning of me reminding everyone that i am the president of the Tymon Hater Club. if this man has no haters i am DEAD.

His smile is always the last thing to go

i LOVE how you’ve written this!!! Elayna already knowing exactly which parts of Tymon’s expression she needs to pay attention to is such a clear sign of how unsafe she feels around him. it’s a survival mechanism that perfectly matches what we already know about Elayna, that she is always paying attention.

He sounds as if he is calming down a spooked horse, not a human being

this made me think of the western AU and then it made me want to strangle Tymon even more.

“Dalton Greyjoy dying. Ideally a slow and incredibly painful death.”

i agree i agree i agree i agree

… even at the expense of making a fool of himself. The apple never falls far from the tree

not Elayna calling out Jason and Tymon in the same BREATH!!!!!! it’s what they deserve, fuck them.

It drops from her chest to her stomach the same way a boulder falls from a cliff. 

this combined with all that cliff/rock imagery from the beginning???? OUCH PERSE

Tymon gives her a look as if he might hit her should she say more.

eventually i’m gonna have to stop pulling out every line that makes me angry at Tymon, because literally everything he does or says makes me angry, but it’s NOT TODAY

okay okay OKAY— first of all literally what the fuck Tymon? kissing her? that’s the move? god i don’t think i have the words to express how much i hate this man. and THEN you go and add the line about his smile dropping, WHEN WE JUST LEARNED EARLIER that that is a sign of Tymon losing his cool????? BRILLANT WRITING PERSE (i mean don’t get me wrong i still hate him, but oh my GOD your SKILL)

LISTEN it’s so hard for me to not hate a Lannister like generally speaking it’s ON SIGHT for me however!! Cerelle is doing a very good job of giving Tymon the smackdown currently so she gets a temporary pass

She would put a collar around her neck like a hound and hand Cerelle the lead. She wonders if it would surprise Cerelle but doubts it would; Elayna often kneels at Cerelle's feet and whines like a bitch in heat.

😳😳….. hot.

“He would harm you if you were betrothed to another.” Cerelle speaks bluntly. She never minces words when it comes to important things. “I hope Mother and Father realize this. Perhaps this is their way of mitigating damage. If you don't marry, violence is inevitable. If you do marry, mayhaps it will be... limited.” 

the fact that Cerelle just knows this? and assume her parents do as well? i literally hate it. like obviously Cerelle and Elayna can’t do much about it in this world, but the fact that everyone is just resigning themselves to the fact that Elayna is gonna have to suffer makes me so angry.

“I can't save you all the time.”

CERELLE!!!! THAT’S NOT WHAT SHE NEEDS RIGHT NOW!!!! THAT’S ALSO NOT WHAT SHE’S SAYING!!!!! READ THE ROOM SIS!!!! ugh i think i’m gonna have to revoke Cerelle’s temporary pass

“… We can talk about these matters in the morning.”

yeah easy for you to say! you’re not the one who is getting engaged to the psychopath!! (also hi it’s such a credit to your writing skills that i’ve literally just met Cerelle and i already hate her)

Elayna’s back stands ramrod straight while Cerelle almost leans back in her chair.

i LOVE the juxtaposition of their different reactions to Johanna’s attention. it reveals so much about their characters in just one line!!! PERSE YOU ARE SUCH A GOOD WRITER HOLY SHIT

“Truly a shame what happened to her. Rumors are she is now a cripple.”

why does this make me think that the Lannisters had something to do with whatever happened to this lady in waiting 😂

“Tymon will need someone who can rein him in once he is in charge. Someone practical who knows the ins and outs of this place.” Johanna takes a drink from her goblet. Elayna tries not to fidget and keep her hands still. “Even if he were not set on you, you are the best choice. Whether you recognize it or not, you are everything but a Lannister in name. ‘Tis time that changes.”

GODDAMNIT JOHANNA!!!! everything about this makes me want to BARF

“Excellent. You are dismissed.”

WHAT A LINE TO END ON!!!!!!!

PERSEPHONE!! this is literally so good. i love this introduction to Elayna and her motives going forward in the story— i love how you’ve integrated her within this world and with these characters. it’s a beautifully written prologue, with such good foreshadowing to events that will come later!! Cerelle and Elayna’s relationship has such an interesting dynamic, and i really enjoyed reading how you explored it in this chapter. i’m honored to be even a small part in your process i’m so so proud of you for putting this story out into the world, and i cannot WAIT to see what you do next.

Wheel of Fortune: Prologue

Story summary: Elayna Reyne often imagines herself being someone and making a name for herself but only in the way young girls do. Unfortunately, when Elayna makes her way to King's Landing as one of Cerelle Lannister's ladies-in-waiting, Elayna finds dreams come with a price. Catching the attention of Prince Aemond may make her someone. But is it the person she wants to be?

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x OFC (Elayna Reyne), Cerelle Lannister x OFC (Elayna Reyne), OC (Tymon Lannister) x OFC (Elayna Reyne)

Chapter summary: News finds its way to Elayna. Some of it is good but most of it is bad. Elayna learns when it rains, it pours.

Chapter warnings: implied NSFT (wlw action, BDSM themes, D/s dynamics), discussions of domestic violence, some suicidal ideation, and sexual harassment. Also Tymon. Yeah, a lot for a prologue I know.

Author's note: Hi hello it's finally here! I know it's taken 5ever and a day, but it's here! I'm so excited to introduce everyone to Elayna in canon and Tymon as well. I want to thank @writingbylee for being my cheerleader and helping me since day one with Elayna you have no idea how much that means to me. I also want to thank @baba-fett and @emilykaldwen for being willing to listen to me try and figure all this out

Waves crash against the unyielding cliffside.

Elayna sighs. She looks down to the waters below. Jagged rocks stick up from the ocean, the edges sharp and dangerous despite the weathering. Elayna tilts her head. In the dying light, the areas where the rocks cluster almost look like teeth to her, the giant gaping maw of an unknown beast.

What would it be like to die upon those rocks?

What would it be like to kill someone upon the rocks? How long would someone suffer in the blistering sun and salty air? Would they die upon impact, or would it break their back and render them immobile, unable to stop the slow creeping of the Stranger?

She bites the inside of her lip. The pain stops the morbid thoughts, she finds. More and more as of late, her brain keeps coming back to them. They circle her brain like vultures awaiting the dying. Elayna closes her eyes and inhales slowly. Some days, she cannot tell if she wishes to kill or be killed. She thinks it is the latter of the two. She has no true wish to die, only to escape her suffering. Her life has become a prison she cannot escape from no matter how much she tries.

Then again. Is it truly a prison when she has willingly given her captor the keys? When the prison is of her own making?

She exhales. She pauses and rubs her face. 

If only she could talk to Cerelle. If only she could make her see...

“Elayna!”

The familiar voice makes Elayna's hairs stand on end. Elayna wants to ignore him. Maybe he'll go away if she pretends he isn't there. Of course, it has never stopped him before, so why would it now? Slowly, Elayna lifts her head.

Tymon walks towards her. He seems to be in a good mood. A smile graces his features. The wind blows his hair gently. Elayna looks at his eyes. His eyes turn first when he's angry; he can keep the smile up and make it seem genuine even when his eyes make it clear he wants nothing more than to commit an act of unspeakable violence just by looking him in the eye. His jaw betrays him next. 

His smile is always the last thing to go. 

“Tymon.” Elayna tries her best to answer his smile. She tries to force it to reach her eyes. It feels too tight, too fake. A surge of panic overtakes her. What if he sees it's fake? Will he ignore it? Will he pretend to not see it until he can use her lack of enthusiasm against her? What if it provokes his ire? She blinks. Her eyes must show her fear, she can't have that. 

Tymon laughs. When Elayna opens her eyes, she sees him holding his hands up. 

“Woah.” He sounds as if he is calming down a spooked horse, not a human being. She can hear the clear amusement in his tone. Elayna bites down on the inside of her cheek. She cannot sneer at him; no one else is around, and she is too close to the edge of the parapet. Despite her early thoughts, Elayna has no desire to be pushed off the castle.

“I did not mean to startle you. My sincerest apologies.”

“Think nothing of it. I was just under the impression I was alone.”

“One might begin to think you want to be alone.” Tymon stops right beside her. The sleeve of his doublet almost brushes against the sleeve of her dress. Elayna's skin crawls. “I noticed you left particularly early.”

“I needed some fresh air is all.” Elayna looks out towards the sea. “I spoke with Jeyne Marbrand. The incense they use in their Sept must be quite... strong.”

Elayna sniffs delicately as if to prove her point. Tymon lets out a small chuckle. He places his forearms on the low wall. 

“Yes, I have noticed that as well.” Tymon turns his head to the side. His green eyes inspect her. “Where is Cerelle? I thought if I found you, I might find her.”

Elayna swallows.

“Cerelle is talking with one of the Tarbeck daughters, I believe.” Gods above, she hates she knows this. “There's talk of one of them being brought in as one of Tyshara's ladies.”

Tymon hums. He looks back out to the ocean once more. He inches his forearm towards her. Elayna tries to subtly move her arm away. She reaches up and adjusts her necklace before placing her arm down. 

“Mother spoke to me today.” 

“Oh?” Elayna arches an eyebrow. “What did the two of you speak about?”

“Many things.” Tymon fidgets with one of the many rings on his fingers. “Mostly of the future.”

Elayna nods. Within a fortnight, Cerelle and Tymon would be celebrating their eight and tenth name day. The feast tonight kicks off the events to follow. The future looms large over everything now; all the politics and planning finally moving into action. A bitter, acrid taste surges into Elayna’s mouth. For all that Johanna cares about Cerelle, she will also use her, as is the way. A son ensures the line while a daughter ensures treaties and potential comfort in old age. 

She knows what will most likely become of Cerelle, but she has no idea what awaits her. For years, she and Cerelle would joke about having to find two brothers to marry. Naturally, Cerelle would marry the eldest and Elayna the younger. Elayna presses her lips together. She gazes at the far away horizon, feeling as if she herself is as much of a distance away from her own body as the horizon. Those plans... Well. They were no more.

She hears shifting, the rustle of clothes against the stone wall. Elayna forces herself back into her body. She turns her head. Tymon now stands with his back to the wall, facing away from the sea and into the courtyard. He crosses his arms.

“The plan is for you to accompany Cerelle to King's Landing when we leave.” 

“I'm aware.” Elayna tries to keep her tone pleasant. “I'm looking forward to it.”

Tymon turns his head to look at her. He evaluates her for a long moment. 

“Did you hear that from my mother or sister?”

“Cerelle told me. Why?”

Tymon smirks. “Then you don't know the good news yet.”

“Good news?” Elayna huffs a laugh. “Let me guess. Your father found an uninhabited island and named it after Cerelle?”

“Don't be ridiculous.”

“You're right, that is ridiculous. He named it after Tyshara.”

Tymon rolls his eyes. “I am the first born son.”

“Yes, but I've been under the impression islands are she's. On account of them being pretty to look at.” Elayna sees a brief flash of irritation on Tymon's face. “So the good news is not an island.”

“No, it isn't an island. That would be excellent news, but this is better.”

“Better than an island? Hmm. Dalton Greyjoy dying. Ideally a slow and incredibly painful death.”

“Alas. One can only wish.”

“Cerelle is betrothed to a Hightower? Is that it?”

Tymon scoffs. Elayna bites the inside of her lip to keep from giggling. As dangerous as it can be, she does enjoy annoying Tymon. He thinks himself to be so smart, to the point he corrects anyone he deems lower than himself. Yet, somehow, he falls into every single conversational trap she creates. It's almost as if he can't help it; he has to try to make someone else look like an idiot, even at the expense of making a fool of himself. 

The apple never falls far from the tree.

“No. It is not Cerelle marrying a Hightower.” Tymon sniffs almost delicately. Annoyance laces every word. Elayna has no doubt in her mind if she pushes more, she will push too far. Normally, she might relish in the chance to pick a fight. Instead, she decides to play nice. “I'm sure mother has higher ambitions for her.”

“What is the good news, then?”

Tymon looks at Elayna. His gaze feels intense. Elayna looks back at him. 

“Once Cerelle is settled and has found a husband, mother suggested you might come back. With us.”

Elayna's heart doesn't just sink; it plummets. It drops from her chest to her stomach the same way a boulder falls from a cliff. 

“I'm... I'm afraid I don't follow.”

“Don't play dumb with me, Elayna.” Tymon smiles, and for the first time, his smile itself scares her. “Isn't this what you wanted? I would think so, given all the times you have tormented and teased me. Finally, Mother has come to her senses about everything as well.”

“Tymon, I genuinely do not know what you're talking about.”

Tymon sighs. It's one of the most patronizing sounds Elayna has heard. It makes her skin crawl and jaw tighten.

“Mother wants to ensure you and Cerelle have ample time together before Cerelle is married. Once Cerelle is settled, our betrothal will be made official and announced.”

Elayna instantly regrets not jumping off the castle and onto the rocks below. A sour, bitter taste floods her mouth. She stares at him. 

“We're...?”

“To be married. Do keep up, Elayna. I cannot have a wife who is slow on the upkeep.”

Elayna's years of practice prevent her from snarling at him. Her upper lip still twitches. Her jaw clenches. She glares daggers at him. 

“I'm not slow!” She pauses. Tymon gives her a look as if he might hit her should she say more. “I am merely... surprised. I wouldn't have thought I would have been a contender.”

“I thought my fondness for you was evident.” Tymon tilts his head. He almost seems genuinely confused as to why Elayna doesn't understand. “ ‘Tis a good match.”

“Surely there are better matches. One of the Lefford's daughters per-”

Elayna's next words are muffled. Tymon surges forward and kisses her. The beginnings of his beard feel rough and unpleasant against her skin, as do his lips. He takes advantage of her parted lips to try and slip his tongue into her mouth. It feels wet and gross against hers, almost slimy. An unpleasant shiver runs up her spine. Elayna clamps her teeth down on his tongue. She means it as a warning bite.

It works.

Tymon pulls away, fury blazing in his eyes. His smile drops.

“Tymon. I don't... this isn't appropriate!” Elayna hisses. “Nothing has even been announced or made official, you cannot just kiss me like that.”

“I don't care.”

“Well I do. Your reputation may not be at stake but mine is.”

Tymon stares at her, his expression unreadable. Elayna's chest heaves. 

“Why would your reputation be ruined? Everyone knows you are mine and mine alone.” He reaches forward and attempts to touch her face. Elayna jerks backwards and away from him. 

“Tymon.” 

Both Elayna and Tymon turn towards the sound of the voice. Tymon scowls. Cerelle stands on the parapet as well. She looks radiant, the setting sun lighting her in beautiful hues. Cerelle has her father's hair and eyes but everything else about her comes from her mother, down to the cold expression she wears.

“Cerelle.” Tymon greets. His tone matches the coolness of Cerelle's face. “I was wondering where you were.”

“So you thought to seek Elayna out?” She steps forward. Tymon’s upper lip twitches, but he manages to wrangle it under control at the last second. Elayna takes the welcome distraction and begins to put some distance between herself and Tymon.

“Yes, well. The two of you are close.”

He makes it sound almost disgusting. Elayna glares at him. Still, she doesn't say anything, not wishing to draw his attention to her. Cerelle tilts her head. A perfectly curled ringlet of blonde hair falls into her face. 

“Elayna is not my keeper.” She sounds as if she wants to laugh.

“No, but you are Elayna's.” 

Cerelle raises an eyebrow. “Speak plainly. If you have an issue with my relationship with my ladies-in-waiting, say so and be done with it."

Tymon lifts both his hands in the air. He chuckles softly, a sly smirk making its way onto his face. 

“I meant no offense, dearest sister.” He lowers his hands. 

“I take offense to your actions, not your words.” Cerelle steps forward. Her gait remains surprisingly steady. Elayna knows, though. She sees the barely repressed anger and tense jaw, the way Cerelle clenches both her hands into fists for the briefest of seconds before clasping her hands in front of her, the flare of Cerelle's nostrils as she nearly stalks towards her brother. 

“My actions?”

“Yes. Your actions. Mother has made it explicitly clear you are not to be alone with Elayna. Yet you openly defy her and seek out Elayna when I am busy.”

Tymon swallows. Elayna sees his Adam's apple bob. She takes advantage of his surprise and almost scurries over to Cerelle. Cerelle seemingly doesn't react to her presence.

Tymon stares at his sister for a long moment. Cerelle stares evenly back at him, her steely gaze not dissimilar to Johanna’s. Tymon must make some sort of expression because after a long minute, Cerelle's brow furrows. She raises one eyebrow. The left side of her mouth lifts slightly, not quite into a sneer but certainly a scoff. Annoyance rolls off of Tymon. His hands clench into fists for a second before he thinks better of it.

“Very well.” Tymon tries to sound pleasant, as if he's truly deferring to his sister. The blazing storm in his eyes says otherwise. He bows his head. “I shall do as instructed. Do try to not hog all of my future wife's time.”

He turns on his heel and heads towards the other set of stairs. Elayna watches him from her place behind Cerelle. She waits until he disappears from sight to speak.

“Thank you.” Elayna murmurs. She tries to effuse her gratitude into every word. Cerelle tries to keep her steady gaze. Despite her efforts, her expression softens, the hard edges of her jaw easing and forehead relaxing. 

“I cannot rescue you all the time.”

“I know. I don't expect you too.”

Elayna steps forward. Cerelle does as well. 

“Mother wants to see us as well. After she talks to Tymon.”

Cerelle stands torn. Elayna sees it clear as day. Cerelle refuses to close the distance, but with each passing moment, her posture relaxes some. 

Elayna moves first. She steps closer to Cerelle, stopping two paces away. 

“I'm still mad at you.” Cerelle looks away as she speaks.

“I know. I made a mess of things.”

“I'm not going to forgive you easily.”

Elayna steps closer. She could reach out and touch Cerelle if she wants to but opts not to do so.

“How would you like me to apologize?” Elayna looks around for a second. The two of them are alone. “I've been told I have a silvertongue when it comes to apologies.”

Cerelle's stern exterior fully breaks. She blushes. Red rises from her neck to her cheeks.

“Elayna!” She hisses. “Not here.”

“Oh, I wouldn't dream of doing that here.”

Cerelle finally closes the distance between them. She reaches out and loops her arm through Elayna's. 

“We should get back to the feast.” Cerelle lightly traces a finger down Elayna's forearm. “If we don't, they'll come looking.”

“Whatever my Lady desires.”

The look on Cerelle's face sends a pleasant tingle along Elayna's spine. Cerelle hums. Elayna bites the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling victorious. Cerelle's expression no doubt means a delightful night lies ahead of them, one Elayna imagines many women only dream of happening to them. Her own eight and ten name day is still several moons away yet many ladies have taken to giving her womanly advice. She cannot bite or scratch for too much passion may scare her husband, and it is unseemly to mark him with her nails and teeth. He may mark her as he wishes, though. His pleasure must occur; some women say she can experience it while others say she must not. Do not get on top for he will get sick since to do so is an abomination and sin. He must never look at her nether region except for when he slides into her.

All the rules make her want to laugh. While she cannot say she has experience with men beyond a kiss, she doubts the rules. If they are true, men have weak constitutions.

Cerelle never complains about her being on top or whose pleasure comes before the others. Cerelle never cares if Elayna’s mouth finds its way to Cerelle's lips or clit. Truth be told, she seems to enjoy the act quite a lot. Cerelle does prefer Elayna not mark her; Elayna has no qualms about being marked so long as it isn't visible. 

Despite her gender, Elayna finds herself performing more husbandly duties than most men. The only rule existing between them is they must not break their maidenheads. It is the only thing their husbands may have before them. 

Elayna's greed knows no bounds; everything a husband could take is hers except for that one thing. The same goes for Cerelle. She owns everything except Elayna's maidenhead. Elayna can only dream of that happening.

“Perhaps I will need you tonight. I would like to spend time with my boon companion.”

“I am always at your service.”

They begin to walk towards the stairs. Cerelle's grip keeps Elayna close, as if she thinks Elayna would go far. Elayna would never. If she could, Elayna would chain herself to Cerelle. She would put a collar around her neck like a hound and hand Cerelle the lead. She wonders if it would surprise Cerelle but doubts it would; Elayna often kneels at Cerelle's feet and whines like a bitch in heat.

“Behave.” Cerelle squeezes Elayna's arm. Elayna starts. She gazes at Cerelle with wide eyes. 

 “I am!”

“Physically? Yes. Mentally?” Cerelle clicks her tongue. 

“Oh?” Elayna arches an eyebrow. “And where exactly did you learn to read minds?”

“I didn't. I just know yours well.” 

The two of them finally enter the turret. Elayna listens in case someone is coming up the stairs. She sees and hears no one. Before Cerelle can lead them down the stairs, Elayna maneuvers them towards the wall. As soon as Cerelle's back is against the stones, Elayna pounces.

Cerelle's lips slot against hers perfectly. Cerelle squeaks in surprise, which makes Elayna grin into the kiss. Cerelle quickly recovers. Elayna groans when Cerelle digs her fingers into Elayna’s hair. She avoids Elayna's intricate braids, instead opting for the thick, brown curly hair at the base of Elayna’s skull. Those strands of hair being messy can be explained away; her braids falling out of place can't be. Elayna braces herself. She places one forearm on the wall by Cerelle's head. Her other hand rests on the bodice of Cerelle's gown. She wants nothing more than to ruck up Cerelle's skirts and trace the creamy expanse of skin she knows lies under the red silk. Caution makes her stop. Fabrics wrinkle all too easily. 

Still, Elayna can only be cautious for so long. She inches her hand upward, fingers grazing the underside of Cerelle's breasts. The motion makes Cerelle stop. She digs her fingers hard into Elayna’s hair, her nails nearly digging into Elayna’s scalp. She pulls Elayna's head back. Elayna isn't sure if the sound escaping her mouth is from pleasure or pain. 

“No.” Cerelle's chest heaves. She doesn't look angry, despite her tone. “You aren't forgiven yet.”

Elayna pouts. 

“How am I to be forgiven if you won't give me a chance?”

“You have to earn forgiveness. Me giving you what you want will only reinforce your terrible behavior.” 

“You speak of me as a dog.” 

“Perhaps if you behaved, I wouldn't have to treat you like one.”

“I am not a dog.” Elayna huffs. Cerelle arches a perfect eyebrow. She lets go of Elayna’s hair.

“Oh? What are you then?”

“Is not a dog not enough?”

Cerelle snorts. Despite her derision, Elayna sees the fondness in Cerelle's expression.

“No. You are not a dog. They can be taught manners.” Cerelle hums. A devious smirk appears on her lips. “You're a kitten. You refuse to listen and learn, you act as if you're above the rules, and you believe if you want it, it is yours. However, you don't have the claws nor teeth to back your attitude up.”

Elayna stares at Cerelle, wide eyed. She opens her mouth in an attempt to respond, but no sound comes out. She feels hot, not just her face but her entire body. Her breath comes in short bursts. 

“I...”

“Yes?” Cerelle tilts her head. “You what?”

“You... you...”

“Is my kitten having trouble finding her words?” Cerelle grabs Elayna's chin and forces Elayna to look at her. “Answer me.”

“You're so... so mean.” Elayna whines. She tries to bury her face in the crook of Cerelle's neck to hide her embarrassment. Cerelle's grip on her chin prevents her from doing so. Cerelle clicks her tongue in mock sympathy, a direct contrast to the delight dancing in her blue eyes.

“Behave tonight, and I might just let you find out how mean I can really be.”

She lets go of Elayna’s chin. Her blue eyes meet Elayna’s hazel ones. Cerelle seeks reassurance, from the way she looks over Elayna to make sure what transpired is truly alright to the way she frowns when she sees the small red indentations from her nails on Elayna’s chin. Elayna smiles. She presses her forehead to Cerelle's. Both of them close their eyes. They stay still for a moment, breath falling into line with the other's.

“You promise?”

Elayna opens her eyes and grins. Cerelle's eyes fly open. She stares coolly at Elayna. Elayna tries her best not to laugh. 

“I would be careful if I were you.”

“But what if I want you to make me regret it?”

“Then you cannot complain later.”

The sound of footsteps makes both girls back away from each other. Cerelle smooths out the wrinkles in her dress with one hand while Elayna checks her hair. None of her braids appear to be loose. She tucks the small amount of hair Cerelle accidentally removed from the carefully done hairstyle and stuffs the ends as best she can into her braids and held up hair. The two look at each other. Elayna scans Cerelle and nods. Cerelle does the same for Elayna.

“Shall we join the others?” Elayna offers her arm to Cerelle.

“I think it best.”

In the whirlwind of the feast, Elayna forgets about having to speak with Johanna. She spends most of the night dancing and laughing. No one yet knows of her creeping fate; Elayna takes advantage of this fact. Truth be told, she refuses to imagine what her future looks like. Instead, she decides to enjoy the moment. 

The moment includes Elayna staying with Cerelle as the first night of festivities begin to wind down. They don't even bother to come up with an excuse if they're questioned; it's happened a million times before after a feast and will no doubt happen again. Everyone knows the two are inseparable. 

“Elayna.” Cerelle murmurs from the dark. They lay in bed together, Cerelle pressing up against Elayna from behind. One of her arms lightly rests over Elayna's hips.

“Yes?” 

“You have yet to make good on your promise and apologize to me. Properly.”

Elayna hums. She rolls over to face Cerelle. They both wait for a second.

“I suppose I can.”

*****************

“I don't want to marry Tymon.”

Elayna knows not the hour. She assumes early since the darkness seems almost oppressive. Elayna rests her head just underneath Cerelle's bare breasts. Cerelle sits mostly upright, lounging on some pillows. One of her hands rests on Elayna’s head, fingers gently intertwining into Elayna’s dark curls. 

“You must.” Cerelle gently scratches Elayna's scalp in a comforting gesture. A tinge of sadness colors Cerelle's tone, though. Elayna buries her face into Cerelle's soft curves. She takes a moment to find her words, tasting each one on her tongue. 

“He scares me, Cerelle. He scares me so much. I... I worry he means to harm me.”

Cerelle sighs. The bed creaks. Cerelle brings one hand down and places her fingers underneath Elayna's chin. She tilts Elayna's head up so she can look at her. 

“He would harm you if you were betrothed to another.” Cerelle speaks bluntly. She never minces words when it comes to important things. “I hope Mother and Father realize this. Perhaps this is their way of mitigating damage. If you don't marry, violence is inevitable. If you do marry, mayhaps it will be... limited.” 

“I doubt it.” Elayna frowns. She looks away into the darkness. Cerelle gives her that luxury. “He doesn't love me. He doesn't even like me. He just sees me as an object to own.”

“Most men see their wives like that.”

“I know that! But... I sometimes...”

“You sometimes what?” Impatience bleeds into Cerelle's tone. 

“It feels as if he sees me as little more than a broodmare for prized horses.” 

Cerelle doesn't say anything. She neither confirms nor denies Elayna's accusations. Instead, she takes a strand of Elayna’s hair between her fingers and gently plays with it. Elayna lowers her head. She shuffles up the bed some, intent on placing her head on Cerelle's chest to hear her heart beat.

“I can't save you all the time.”

“I'm not asking that of you.” Elayna huffs. “I can rescue myself if need be. I'm just... I'm frightened, Cerelle.” 

Elayna's whole body trembles. Cerelle shushes her. She places her hand back on Elayna’s head. Elayna tries to relax into Cerelle's embrace; her body refuses to obey her commands. Every part of her tenses. Cerelle sighs. The sheets shift, a whisper of silk, as Cerelle reaches down with her free hand and takes Elayna's hand in her own. 

Elayna waits for Cerelle to say something, anything. She waits for words of comfort. Cerelle stays silent for an uncomfortably long time. Eventually, Cerelle sits up some and presses a kiss to the top of Elayna’s head. 

“Go to sleep, Elayna. We can talk about these matters in the morning.”

****************

Johanna calls for them after breakfast.

Thankfully, the two of them were already decent. Three years of practice means their timing is down to an art. No one ever expresses any suspicion.

“Cerelle. Elayna.” Johanna looks between the two of them. The pair sit opposite Johanna. Elayna’s back stands ramrod straight while Cerelle almost leans back in her chair. “ ‘Tis time to begin looking at the future. The Lord Lannister and I have discussed this, and we have come up with a plan.”

Elayna and Cerelle exchange a look. Elayna raises an eyebrow to which Cerelle blinks. Johanna watches them.

“One of Princess Helaena's ladies-in-waiting injured herself badly, to the point she must retire and go back to her family. Truly a shame what happened to her. Rumors are she is now a cripple. Despite how unfortunate this is, a princess should never be without.” Johanna meets Cerelle's eyes. “I have arranged for you to be one of Princess Helaena's ladies-in-waiting. She needs someone more confident than she, and I know you will serve her faithfully. Elayna, of course, will follow as one of your ladies.”

“We're going to King's Landing?” Cerelle grins. She looks to Elayna, eyes glittering with hope. Elayna grins softly in return.

“Yes.” Johanna nods. “Even though you are one of the Princess's ladies, I do expect you to spend time with your uncle. He will be able to provide valuable instruction. Your father would have sent you earlier, but now I believe you will be able to fully grasp any advice given to you.” Johanna turns her attention to Elayna. Elayna almost wants to shrink back. “You, of course, will ensure Cerelle's comfort and safety. I also think it would behoove you to accompany her when she visits with Tyland. You may learn things as well.”

“Of course.”

“Good.” Johanna places her hands in her lap. “Cerelle. You're dismissed. I wish Elayna to sit with me a while.”

Cerelle and Elayna exchange looks. Elayna doesn't move, even as Cerelle does. 

“Mother.”

“Cerelle.”

Cerelle takes her leave then. Elayna adjusts her position in her chair. 

“Tymon spoke with me.” Elayna watches Johanna. Before she takes a sip, Johanna indicates with a gesture for Elayna to be poured a goblet.

“Did he?”

“He said you spoke to him about a betrothal. Of him and me.” Elayna tries her best not to pout or look too sullen. 

“Your father will accompany us when we go to King's Landing. Jason or I will suggest the idea then.”

Elayna frowns. She leans back in her seat. Johanna sets her goblet down. 

“Elinor. If you would leave us.”

The servant curtsies before leaving. Elayna waits to hear the soft close of the doorway to the servant's quarters. Johanna eyes Elayna. Her hands rest in her lap. 

“Do you not wish to marry Tymon?” 

“ ‘Tis not that! I'm just... I don't mean to question you, but I do not see how I am the appropriate choice.”

“Tymon will need someone who can reign him in once he is in charge. Someone practical who knows the ins and outs of this place.” Johanna takes a drink from her goblet. Elayna tries not to fidget and keep her hands still. “Even if he were not set on you, you are the best choice. Whether you recognize it or not, you are everything but a Lannister in name. ‘Tis time that changes.”

Elayna purses her lips. She bites down on her tongue to keep herself from saying the immediate thought in her mind. Truthfully, she does not want this marriage; she wants no marriage as of now. It is inevitable, she knows. Elayna is acutely aware of this fact. It doesn't ease her mind on the topic. 

Johanna stares Elayna down once more. Eventually, she places her goblet down with a sigh.

“ ‘Tis time for you to grow up.” Elayna nearly flinches at Johanna’s steely tone. “I know of you and my daughter. I have... indulged you both and kept your secret, but it cannot go on any longer. You both have your duties. I will not let our reputation be tarnished because you refuse to give up antics more suited to young girls. Indiscretions like this do not go on for several years nor do they go as far as it has. The time for that is over.” 

Elayna trembles. Fear courses through her body.

“I understand, my Lady. Forgive me.”

“I keep this quiet not for you but for Cerelle.” Johanna’s nostrils flare. “I do not agree with what the two of you have done in the slightest. I recognize the impulse, but it cannot continue.”

Elayna dips her head. She feels frozen, stuck to her chair even though she wants nothing more than to run. Johanna clearly sees it. She leans forward and places a hand on Elayna’s knee.

“If you were a man, it would be done. Cerelle deserves a loyal husband. I meant it when I said you were one of us.” Johanna’s voice softens for the briefest of moments. When she pushes back to her full height, the harshness returns. “But you are not a man. It can't continue.”

“It can't. It won't continue.” The words taste bitter. 

Johanna leans back in her seat. She picks up her goblet again. 

“Good. To prove your commitment and to show you keep your word, you have a task. You are to target Prince Aemond. Find out what he likes, what he dislikes. Learn everything you can about him. Then, you will feed this information to Cerelle. I can't ask for a betrothal outright. The future is too uncertain. I can, however, obtain it other ways. When you come back, you will be betrothed to Tymon and marry him.”

Elayna nods.

“Are we in agreement?”

“Yes.”

“Look me in the eyes when you say it.”

Elayna blinks back tears. She clears her throat and poorly suppresses a sniffle. She inhales. 

Lifting her head is the hardest thing she's ever done. 

“We are in agreement.”

Johanna smiles. It doesn't meet her eyes; it's a socially expected smile. Her lips stay too close together, and her eyes blaze.

“Excellent. You are dismissed.”

[jojo0039]

*Treasure and Secrets* The Cross Part 1

Jo is sitting with her friends laughing about the night before at the bonfire. "Did you see Crystal's face when you punched her girl? Like that was the best thing ever!" Kie laughs and high-fives Jo. "She just gets on my nerves. Plus she was all over you John B. And that I won't let happen." Jo gives a pointed look to John B. "Yo last night was so epic." Pope comments. "Did you guys see Kelce's face?" John B laughs. "Bomb drop!" JJ shouts as he jumps off the couch to shoot the basketball. As he jumps he breaks the couch. "Great, another broken couch." John B mumbles. "Now you gotta sleep there." Pope states. "I always sleep there. When I'm not with my girl." JJ jokes as he winks at Jo who flips him off. Jo notices Sarah walking up on the porch. "Hey, girl." Jo greets. "Well hello, princess." JJ comments. "What's up?" Kie mumbles. "Shouldn't you be on figure eight with your little group of polo players? Or did you break up with Topper?" John B sarcastically remarks. Jo leans up and whacks John B on the arm. "Don't be an ass." she lectures. Sarah gives him a glare and a sarcastic smile. "We're just friends." she responds. "Now he's just a friend?  You have a lot of friends, Sarah Cameron." John B baits her. "Yea, and it seems like you got some of your own too." Sarah argues taking the bait. Jo grumbles. "Can you please not fight? My head hurts." Jo whines. "Alright, what are you doing here?" John B finally asks. "I'm here for Pope actually." Sarah says turning to Pope with a smile. He looks at her confused. "I think I found the Island Room." she tells him with a smile. Everyone instantly jumps up. "Where?" Pope asks quickly. "That's the thing. I found it on Tannyhill." she tells them. "The house is empty so we have to leave now." Sarah tells them. They jump up and head for the van. "Don't worry, Rafe isn't there." Sarah tells Jo. "Thank God, I really don't wanna see him right now. JJ and I are slowly making up, and the last thing I need is Rafe to show up and ruin it." Jo tells Sarah. "Don't worry he's not there." Sarah climbs in the front seat and Jo climbs in the back sitting next to JJ. He grabs her hand and interlocks their fingers. Pope pulls out the copy of Denmark's diary. "Alright guys listen to this, the diary says the cross holds the most holy relic in all of Christendom, the Garment of the Savior." Pope reads. Jo sneaks a peek at JJ to see him already watching her. She smiles softly as she feels him squeeze her hand tighter. She moves her leg so it's tangled up with his. "So wait, he's saying that there's a holy garment inside the cross?" Kie asks the only one of the group really paying attention. "Yea, it says the garment is capable of healing the sick from any malady. What is that wording? It looks to be Latin." Pope states. "Let me see that." JJ reaches over to read the words. "Okay, yeah, 'If only I may touch his garment, I shall be made well." he reads. Everyone turns to look back at him with confusion. Jo gives him a funny look. He looks up at everyone looking at him. "What? I went to Sunday school." he explains. Jo leans to whisper in his ear. "I'm not gonna lie, that was sexy as hell." She smiles at him. He smiles back at her with a slight blush. "Oh yeah? What else do you find sexy?" he flirts. "Guys focus." Kie lectures. "That explains why Limbrey would want the cross so bad. She thinks it can heal her. See I can focus and flirt all at the same time." Jo teases. John B and Pope both groan at the same time. "Why do you guys gotta go back to being all cute and flirty? Knock it off!" John B rolls his eyes. "Quit being haters." Jo sticks her tongue out at them. "What else does it say Pope?" Kie asks to change the subject. "Many feel that we have sinned to steal such a sacred thing, and God will strike his vengeance on us." Pope reads. "How did God have his vengeance?" Kie asks. "He sent a hurricane to sink the ship. Only Denmark survived." Pope states. "Do you think that's why Agatha happened? God was punishing the island?" Jo questions. They all remain silent for the rest of the ride.                                         *********************************** John B pulls up to the Cameron house. Sarah leads them through the door. She shows them where to go. "Wow, this place is huge!" JJ comments. "This place still gives me the creeps." John B states. JJ is holding Jo's hand as they follow Sarah to the room at the end of the hall. "Pope, here it is." Sarah holds the door open as Pope walks in. Everyone follows behind him. "Oh shit! This is the whole island!" Pope is in awe. Jo's eyes widen as she sees all the wallpaper ripped off the wall and sees the painting of the whole island. "This is it, you guys. We found the Island Room." "Wow!" "It's been here this whole time." Sarah states. "This definitely has to mean something." JJ comments. "This is a map of the whole island." John B figures out. "You're right John B because this is Rixon's right here." JJ points right by the drawing of the lighthouse. "Guys here's parcel 9 and the well." Kie points out. "Okay so if, that's parcel 9." John B points to where Kie is standing. "And that's Rixon's-" John B points to where JJ is standing. "Then that means right here is the surf break at Mase." John B excitedly points. "You're right. Pope come here. This is definitely Denmark's handwriting for sure." JJ states as he holds up writing from the diary. "Denmark was a genius. He painted this entire room. He had to have done it for a reason." Jo starts. "Yea, but what was the reason? What is he trying to tell us?" Kie questions. "It's gotta have something to do with the key right?" JJ spitballs. "There's just something that we're missing. Something that we haven't been able to see yet." Jo quickly turns to Sarah. "How did you find out about this?" she asks her. "I came home and it was already like this." she answers. "Who did this?" John B asks. "The freaks." Everyone jumps and turns when they hear another voice. Jo takes a deep breath of relief when she realizes it's just Wheezie. "What freaks are we talking about?" John B asks. "Uh, that sick lady and her attack dog. They showed up last night and they wanted to talk to Rafe." Wheezie tells them. "Pale blonde lady?" Jo asks her. "Yea, she had crutches too." Wheezie clarifies. "Ok, what happened?" John B questions. "Well, first they searched the whole house looking for something. Then Rafe told me to go upstairs. Which he's back to being super rude again, so Jo can you come to see him so he's nicer again?" Wheezie turns to Jo for the question. The Pogues turn to stare at Jo and JJ clenches his jaw with jealousy. Jo looks caught off guard. "Uh, it's something that we can discuss later." she answers. "Wheez, what else?" Sarah asks quickly. "Ok, so I may have listened through the grate. This was the last room they checked. The only reason they found this was that Rafe punched a hole in the wall earlier cause he and Rose were fighting again. But they kept mentioning something about getting across the sand flamingo." Wheezie tells them. "That's definitely code for something." JJ comments. "The cross. The Cross of Santo Domingo?" Pope asks. "Yea! That's it. They were also talking about angels. Like they were talking about angels quite a bit." Wheezie tells them. Jo shares a confused look with Sarah and Kie. "Guys, I think I may have figured it out. Denmark's famous last words. He buried the real treasure at the foot of the angel." Pope exclaims excitedly. "That's right! We need to look for an angel somewhere in this room." Jo exclaims. "Start looking." "Spread out." Jo takes one part of the wall and looks to see if there is a clue about an angel. "There's a church over here." Sarah exclaims. "Yea check the church." John B replies back to her. "Can you guys explain to me what's going on?" Wheezie asks. "What about this?" Jo asks pointing to a spot that looks like an angel. "I don't think so." "We have to find it." Jo looks to see JJ staring at a drawing intensely. "Jay?" she moves over to him. "What is it?" she asks him. "Guys! I think I found something!" JJ gets everybody's attention. "Look here, this humongous tree is still on Goat Island. And you know what it's called?" he asks them.  "Angel Oak." Pope answers. "And look there. There's the keyhole." JJ points to the drawing. "That means that the cross is buried at the foot of the angel. That must be where he put it." Pope exclaims in awe. "We gotta go, guys! If JJ was able to figure it out then surely they did!" Jo shouts. "You're right we gotta go!" "Let's go!" Jo stands by the door and waits for JJ. "I think I'm Sherlock Holmes alright? You're welcome by the way!" Jo laughs. "Come on Sherlock we're waiting on your slow ass." JJ catches up to Jo. "Yea, but you love my slow ass." he jokes.                                              ************************* The Pogues are in the van heading toward where the tree is. They come across an old church. "We're coming up on Freedman's Church. This is the church that Denmark built for all the slaves he freed." Pope explains to them. They drive past the church and over the stretch of road to get to Goat Island. John B suddenly stops. "Oh shit! Tide is coming in." John B stops the van in front of the big mud pit. "Look they already came through here. Those have to be Limbrey's tire tracks. We gotta go." Pope states. "Mmm, what do you think Chief?" JJ asks John B unsure. "I'm thinking it's looking a little dicey." John B answers. "Yea, I'm gonna have to agree with that statement." JJ agrees. "Well, clearly they made it." Kie comments. "In a two-wheel drive? I don't know about that." JJ comments back. "Why are y'all acting like you're not gonna do it anyway?" Sarah baits. John B and JJ look back at her. "Like when have any of us done the safe thing?" she finishes with a smile. Jo leans forward so her head is in between John B and JJ. "She's right you know. Are you Pogues or are you pussies?" Jo baits rhetorically. JJ pushes her face away from them. "They do have a point." John B and JJ both agree. "Speed is your friend here okay? So put her down in second and hammer down, brother." JJ tries to advise. "I'm holding on to something." Jo comments as she sits back on the floor. "Stick to the ground in the middle." Pope states. "Alright, ready? Here we go." John B punches the gas pedal and takes off through the mud. "Speed is your friend. You're not going fast enough!" JJ shouts. "I'm sliding." Kie lets out a shriek as she slides onto Jo. Jo laughs and pushes her off of her. "Not to put any pressure on you, but if you get stuck, we'll be stuck here forever." Pope exclaims. "We did it!" John B pulls the Twinkie to a stop. "Alright. The Angel Oak should just be right through here." JJ states as they all pile out of the van. "So just a word to the wise, you should definitely know that gators nest back here, so keep your eyes peeled. You dont wanna step on a mama gator. That's the last thing you want." JJ says to them. "Why are you always coming up with the dumbest stuff?" Jo asks rhetorically. "Ok, you know what, I'm saving you from being a Pat Womack. She definitely had her calf chewed off by a gator." JJ glances back at Jo. "You are so full of shit. Pat Womack was injured in a car accident. I know because my dad was on that call." Jo argues as they walk through the trees and bushes. "Alright, fine live in ignorance. But she totally had her calf chewed off. I know that for a fact." he turns around and pokes her in the nose. She swats his hand away from her face. "They like blackish murky water." JJ stops by the water's edge. "Hold on guys I see something." JJ grabs a stick and leans down closer to the water. "What the hell are you doing?" Kie asks. JJ strikes the water with the stick. "Right, wake them up. That's smart." Sarah snipes. "I was just making sure it wasn't a gator. That's all." JJ argues. "Just keep walking smart guy." Jo pushes him to keep walking. JJ reaches behind him and grabs her hand. They lock eyes and she feels her breath catch in her throat. She feels like things are starting to fall back into place with him and she couldn't be happier. They come upon a clearing. "Guys, get down." Pope whispers. They duck behind the bushes and watch as Limbrey, Renfield, and Rafe are standing around the tree watching men dig up the ground. They listen as Carla gets excited about getting the cross to get the garment that's inside the cross. She almost feels bad for her relative, but she pushes it aside. They hear the backhoe hit a box and watch the men get down in the hole to pull up the box. Rafe and Renfield lift what looks to be a casket. "They got the cross. What do we do?" JJ hisses out to John B. "I don't know what can we do?" John B hisses back. They watch as Carla looks frustrated and upset. "We're going back!" They hear her shout. Jo watches as Rafe throws the shovel down on the ground and storms back over to his Range Rover. Everybody drives away and Pope is the first one to rush over. "Pope wait!" They all rush after him. They stop when they get to the casket. "Cecilia Tanny, Denmark's wife." Pope mutters. "Oh, my God." Jo whispers softly. "Denmark wasn't talking about the cross. He buried her at the foot of the angel." Pope speaks in a broken voice. "The true treasure." Kie lightly comments. "His wife." John B states. Jo sneaks a peek at JJ to see him already glancing at her. She feels the emotion behind the situation and finally admits to herself that she wants to be JJ's true treasure because he is already hers. Pope kneels to the casket and everyone follows his action. They can tell that he's softly crying. Jo feels JJ's warmth from beside her and she gets goosebumps on her arms. "Denmark was hung for burying his wife, and now they defiled her grave." Pope spits out bitterly. Jo watches as Sarah picks up something from the casket. "This must've been from Denmark, her wedding ring." Jo glances at JJ and sees a look of love and longing on his face. She wants nothing more than to make up with him for good. "We can't leave her like this." Pope states. "We won't." John B tells him. They stand up and put the top back on the casket. They hammer the nails back into the top. Jo finds some wildflowers and places them on top of the casket. Pope gives her a thankful look. She grabs his hand. "I feel like she was a lady who appreciated the small wonders of nature." She says to him to lighten the mood. Pope smiles softly. "Thank you." he says back to her. JJ grabs the shovel and starts throwing the dirt back onto the casket. "I don't get it, you guys. I mean we all saw the map. He hides his gold so no one finds it for 170 years. Then he sends a message to his son Robert to come here to his mother's grave, but the message never gets to him. Denmark wanted him to find the cross. I know that we're in the right spot. I can feel it!" Pope exclaims. "Guys! I think we missed something!" JJ exclaims. JJ climbs on top of the van. He holds out his hand as Jo climbs up behind him. "Look at that." He points to the hole in the tree. "That looks just like the drawing in the Island Room." Jo states. "It's worth a shot." JJ looks down at the group. "Go ahead reach in there." he pushes Jo. "Not uh I'm not sticking my hand in there you're nuts." Jo exclaims. "You do it." Sarah remarks. "Yea, no, I'm gonna do it." JJ hesitates. "He's scared." Jo teases with a smirk. "I'm not scared Jo." JJ denies. "You seem scared to me." Jo continues to tease. JJ sends her a fake glare as he sticks his hand in the hole. The friends intensely watch JJ. "There's something in here." JJ says. He then starts screaming. "Ahh!" "Jay!" Jo tries to pull his arm out. John B and Pope try to climb up. JJ then starts laughing. "I got all of you." he laughs. "Yea, real original." Pope snaps. JJ turns his gaze to Jo. "You are such an asshole." she pushes him into the tree. "You're lucky I don't shove your head in there." she glares as she starts to jump down. John B and Pope hold out their hands for her to grab onto. "Oh come on you know that was funny. But seriously there's something in here." JJ pulls out something from the hole. "Let me see it." Pope holds out his hand and JJ places it in Pope's hand. JJ jumps down. "Look it says HMS Royal Merchant." Pope exclaims. "Let the captain see that. It's a spyglass." JJ extends it to make it longer. "Hold on, there's something on the ends." Kie notices. "An inscription right there. Look at that shit." John B laughs. "What does it say?" Jo asks. "You've come this far. Do not falter. The cross is on the Freedman's altar." Pope reads. "Holy shit!" Jo exclaims. "The cross is at the church! Come on!" They jump back in the van and John B drives back towards the road back towards the church. He suddenly stops the van. "Oh shit! The tide!" John B exclaims. Jo looks out the window to see that the muddy road is completely underwater now. "That doesn't look good." Pope comments. "How deep is that?" Kie asks. "I don't know, but the road is gone." Jo says. "The tide rose faster than I thought it would." JJ states. "Yea, just a little bit." John B comments. "Uh, John B how high are the spark plugs?" JJ asks suddenly. John B looks like he has no idea. "They're good. We're fine." he answers unconvincingly. "How high are they?" JJ and Pope ask again at the same time. "Oh God, we're gonna die." Jo dramatically mumbles. Jo leans over to whisper to Sarah. "At least you dodged a bullet with this one." she jokes. Sarah just shakes her head. John B looks out the window to see the spark plugs. "I'm pretty sure just above the tail light." he answers unsurely. "Ok, so about three feet." Pope guess. "Yea. Three feet." JJ says. "That water can't be three feet deep." Kie states. "Then what's the problem?" John B asks. "No problem." "Not a problem. We're good. She'll make it." JJ and Pope quickly say. Jo shares an unconvincing look with the girls. "Um, I don't know-" John B cuts Jo off. "Alright ladies and gents fasten your seatbelts. Hold onto something." John B steps on the gas and the tires start spinning. "Oh shit!" The van finally starts moving very fast. "That's it! Speed is your friend!" JJ shouts in encouragement. "Alright, you got this." Jo holds onto the back of JJ's seat. "We're good." The van swerves off the path and gets stuck in the water. "Ok. I did not expect that to happen." JJ comments. "I think we miscalculated." Pope says. "You think?" Jo asks sarcastically as she gives the boys a pointed look.

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

291 of 2023

Which controversial/offensive emoji are you? pt.2 🫃🧔🏽‍♀️🚻✝️🍷

Created by joybucket

🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬 Pregnant Man🫃 You're a man. You're pregnant. You've been pregnant before. You're transgender. You're a man who wants to be pregnant. You've used the pregnant man emoji before. You're either a man who's more feminine than masculine or you're a woman who's more masculine than feminine. You don't think you'd be a very good mother. You're not sure who you are. ....and you want to find out. Total: 1 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬 Glass of Wine 🍷 You've tried wine before. You drink a glass of wine every night with dinner. You've tried some wine that you liked. You consider yourself classy and sophisticated. You drink. 🍹 You've sampled wine before at a wine sampling event. You've ordered a glass of wine at a restaurant. You enjoy weddings. 💒 You like to make people feel more relaxed and carefree. You want to help people have a good time. Total: 6 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬 Beer 🍺 You've drank beer before. You like the taste of beer. You've been drunk. You're often found at parties. You've been to a kegger. You've played beer pong. You've made someone pass out. You've made yourself throw up. 🤮 You were part of a sorority or fraternity when you were in college. You're Irish. ☘️ 🇮🇪 Total: 3.5 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬 Pineapple 🍍 You think pineapple tastes delicious. You like pineapple on pizza. 🍕🍍 You like tropical fruit smoothies. You've woken up to find your hair was sticking straight up. You like Pina coladas. 🍹 You often don't feel like you belong. You've had a lot of haters. You live in a tropical location. 🌴 You know who lives in a pineapple under the sea. 👖👀🧽 You think you know what the secret ingredient in the Krabby Patty is. Total: 2 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬 Unisex Restroom Sign 🚻 You've had a random stranger ask you where the bathroom is. You don't believe that men and women should have separate bathrooms. You aren't sure of your gender. You find this emoji offensive. 🚻 You've used a unisex public restroom. You often wear unisex clothing. You wear both men's clothing and women's clothing. (these days the difference is not really prominent lol) You aren't good at drawing people; you only know how to draw stick figures. You're almost always with your significant other when you go out. You've used a gas station bathroom. Total: 3.5 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬 Christian Cross ✝️ You believe that Jesus died on the cross for our sins. You listen to Christian music. 🎶 You've surrendered your life to Christ. ✝️ You own a cross necklace. You own a pair of cross earrings. You live your life in surrender to Jesus Christ daily. You believe that Jesus died and then rose again three days later. You enjoy reading Scripture. 📖 You've been filled with the Holy Spirit. 🔥 You celebrate Easter. 🐣 ✝️ Total: 3 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬 Two Women Kissing 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 You're a woman. .....and you're attracted to other women. ....and you're a lesbian. .....and you've had a girlfriend. .....and you've kissed another girl or woman. ....and you liked it. You like the song "I Kissed a Girl" by Katy Perry. You're female, and you've had another female tell you she had a crush on you. You want to be in a romantic relationship with another woman. You've had a girl crush and wondered if that meant you were a lesbian. Total: 0 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬 Two Men Kissing 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 You're a man. ....and you're attracted to other men. ....and you're gay. ....and you've kissed another guy. ....and you liked it. ....and you've had a boyfriend. You want to be in a romantic relationship with another guy. You're a man, but you have feminine hobbies. You've been attracted to another male and wondered if that meant that you were gay. You're a man, and you've kissed another guy in public. Total: 8.5 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬 Church ⛪️ You've been to church. You currently go to church every Sunday. You've had a bad experience in a church. You've had a good experience in a church. You've been hurt by the church. You've been to a church youth group. You love going to church. You enjoy singing praise and worship songs. You've been baptized in water. 💦 You know a lot of Scriptures by heart. 📖 Total: 0 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬 Bearded Woman 🧔🏽‍♀️ You've used the "bearded woman" emoji. You're a woman. You've grown a beard. You want to grow a beard. You think you look like a freak. You've been called a freak. People have made fun of you because of the way you looked. You're a woman, but you consider yourself more masculine than feminine. You've had long hair and a beard. You didn't know this emoji was a "bearded woman." 🧔🏽‍♀️ Total: 2 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬 Which controversial/offensive emoji are you according to this survey? A: Two men kissing :D 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬 Are you happy with your result?

I could expect it.

Have you ever used that emoji before?

No, I don’t think so.

Do you like that emoji?

Neither like nor dislike.

When was the last time you used that emoji?

I think never.

What are three ways in which you resemble that emoji?

I kissed a man, even more than once. :P I’m a man and I’m attracted to other men.

...and what are three ways in which you don't?

I’m not effeminate, my hobbies are not feminine, and I generally *pass* as straight.

Which emoji is your favorite among the ones on this survey?

Beer :P

Which emoji have you used the most among the ones this survey?

I think beer or wine, but I’m not sure.

Which emojis on this survey have you never used?

Kissing men, kissing women, unisex bathrooms, and a pregnant man lol.

Do you feel like your family accepts you for who you are?

They have no choice.

Do you feel like your friends accept you for who you are?

They’re not overthinking it, they love me for who I am.

Do you feel like your doctors are accepting of you?

Why wouldn’t they? Here in my country everyone is equal.

Do you feel like your doctors listen to you and want to help you?

Of course. I think I have the best doctors ever.

Who is the best doctor you've ever had?

All of my specialists.

Do you currently have a good doctor?

Yeah, all of them.

Do you currently have a doctor you can trust?

See above.

Have you ever had a doctor you couldn't trust?

I don’t think so.

Do you like taking surveys that are rated R?

I like surveys that are interesting. No matter how they’re rated.

Do you like taking surveys about controversial topics?

Why not. As long as they’re interesting.

When was the last time you flipped someone off? 🖕

Probably quite recently, but just as a joke.

Have you ever been flipped off by a random stranger?

No, I haven’t.

Do you have a lot of people blocked on Facebook?

I don’t use Facebook.

What's one thing you find offensive that hasn't already been mentioned?

Can’t think of anything.

Which offensive emoji(s) do you think I should include next?

Do whatever you want.

And last but not least, did you enjoy this survey?

As usual.

🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬 I hope you have a wonderful day! 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

[chateautae]

maybe i do | kth. III

➵ summary :  maybe you love each other, maybe you don’t. when a deal between your fathers leaves you forcefully wedding kim taehyung, arguably seoul’s most powerful CEO, you’re prepared for a loveless marriage of eternal regret and unhappiness. but maybe, it doesn’t turn out that way after all.

↳  part of the high-class series!

➵ pairing : taehyung x reader

➵ genre :  arranged marriage!au, ceo!tae, s2l!au, eventual smut, fluff, angst

➵ rating : 18+

➵ word count : 17k (im sorry omg)

➵ warnings : oh boi we have aNgSt, serious familial issues, swearing, multiple fight scenes, mainly verbal but there is a slap in one, mentions of a wound, mentions of alcohol, (there’s honestly a lot that goes wrong in this chapter but at least tae and the reader have each other), sexual tension :o, bit of possessive!tae, (i mention a short reader a lot but i just wanted to say you’re beautiful even if you’re tall! tae is just very tall to me askldjs)  

➵ a/n: i’m back and hoLY is this chapter loaded (and a lil unedited forgive me!!) i’ve finally finished school and get a whole month off now! who knows what works i’ll release in that time 👀. as always, feedback is appreciated loves!

chapter three : “the window opened one time with you and me”

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“Mother?” You stood frozen, completely and utterly shocked as to how your mother was just opposite of you, smiling brightly as if she hadn’t done a single thing wrong in her life and loved you unconditionally.

How incredibly wrong that was. 

“Y/N! How are you? Oh dear, it’s been so long!” Your mother threw her arms around your neck, pulling you against her for a hug you just barely returned. 

“Good. You?” 

“Oh, I’m great!” She beamed.

“What are you doing here?” You inquired, shutting the door after her entry.

“Ah, I just couldn’t believe my daughter’s married now, I wanted to drop by and say congratulations!” Your mother cheered, grinning widely as she began scanning the grand interior of your house, leering as though you weren’t standing just before her.

“Drop by? You could’ve just came to the wedding, Mother...” You suggested despondently, plastering a pained smile onto your face. You attempted to meet her eyes, though they rather seemed to sparkle at anything that appeared expensive.

Anything but you. 

“Oh, I was in Ibiza. I couldn’t just leave while my resort pass still had benefits on it, you know me.” She flashed you a cheeky smile as she playfully hit you, propping her heels off.

You nodded half heartedly, trying extremely hard to not lose it on her because you were in your home; a place meant for peace and comfort and didn’t have room for negative.

Not to mention, Taehyung resided just upstairs in his study with most likely his door open, and you didn’t want to risk bothering him if you raised your voice. 

“Ibiza was more important than your own daughter’s wedding, huh?” You spoke to yourself, nodding in a manner that would somehow help you accept the sad fact, though instead called forth a feeling you should’ve grown accustomed to by now.

Disappointment.

She knew about the wedding, you knew your father informed her of the ceremony along with its date and time. Though as she audaciously ogled the embellishments of your front foyer and spoke to you carelessly, she practically screamed she gave 0 fucks about your wedding. That what really mattered to her was living out the full experience of an expensive vacation than attending a life-changing night for her daughter. 

Typical. 

“Oh, c’mon now. When you put it like that it makes me seem so bad.” Your mother pouted like a child. “It wasn’t a real marriage, anyway.” She waved off the conversation as she ventured further into the house, bold enough to strike another conversation . “My God, this is the house of the Kim Taehyung?” Your mother’s eyebrows shot up, drinking in the grand size and wealthy look of the home. “You got very lucky, Y/N.” 

You cocked an eyebrow, incredulous of what she was insinuating. “What do you mean, Mother?” 

“Y/N, you’re married to Kim Taehyung. Do you understand how fantastic that is? For you?” Your mother was on the verge of scoffing, smoothing over her dress as she looked elsewhere. “He’s an incredibly rich man, and considering that life of yours it’s a miracle he ever agreed to marry you.” Your mother relayed nonchalantly as she caught sight of an exquisite vase. 

And there it was, the belittling. You’d mentioned before you were often disparaged and received numerous insults when anything concerned your status as the runaway heiress. But what you failed to mention was the person who claimed the #1 position as your largest and most incessant hater. 

Your mother. 

“Mother, it doesn’t matter to me whether a man is rich or not.” You countered, trying to quell your snippy tone but it was as grand a fail your mother was at being a mother. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Unlike you, I’m not obsessed with my husband’s money.” You almost spat with crossed arms, only this comment causing her to turn towards you. 

“Excuse me? I’m your mother, watch your tone a little.” She scolded quite lightly, before returning to inspect a painting. 

You scoffed, “My mother...” you repeated under your breath, rolling your eyes. 

“No mumbling, Y/N. Speak up.”

“I said it’s funny you’re referring to yourself as my mother.” You voiced clearer.

“And why is that so funny?” You could visibly see your mother failing to control her temper with you, masking it all behind a fake smile she mastered ages ago. 

“Because you’ve been anything but a mother.” You retorted, knowing exactly what this conversation was leading into. 

An argument.

“And you’ve been daughter of the year?” Your mother countered, sarcastic tone cutting the air, and it only made you more irritated. 

“Here we go again, the bad daughter narrative.” You scoffed. “Find something new to argue, will you?” You narrowed your eyes.

“And you believe your bad mother narrative is any better?” She sneered back. “I’ve even come to visit you yet this it how you’re treating me. When will you ever learn to be grateful?”

“Please, you chose a vacation over your own daughter’s wedding.” You held a hand up, gesturing against her audacity. “And when have I ever been ungrateful? I don’t remember biting the hand that fed me.” 

“No, Y/N, you didn’t bite the hand that fed you, you completely neglected and abandoned it.” She claimed, drawing closer towards your direction. “You left this family to pursue your own selfish desires. You’re the very definition of ungrateful.” 

“Excuse me? Definition?” 

“Yes, definition. You threw everything your father worked so hard for away. All he ever wanted was to provide his family with a comfortable life, but you instead wasted his efforts and made everyone's lives so much harder. Do you really think I’ll forgive you for what you did to your older brother?” Your mother voiced in an accusatory tone, bringing up an age old argument you knew was going to ravage any peace between you two. 

“That was not my fault, he was already due for the same thing in Korea, it doesn’t matter if he’s in the U.S now.” You argued back. 

“It’s all your fault! You’re the reason Yoongi hasn’t been able to come home in years! You ruined his entire life by making him uproot and take over the U.S faction when it was your role. Your decision to leave forced him into it!” 

“So you’d rather have my life uprooted and ruined than your precious son’s?”

“Because my son isn’t like you! He isn’t selfish at all, Yoonie is a hard-working man who’s always listened to me and your father, always rightfully prioritized the company. But you? You’ve only ever made things worse. You’re completely useless, all you do is tear this family apart. Your father has to pick up your work, you keep your brother out of this country and give me years worth of stress!” Your mother shouted louder than she should’ve, angry as her eyes revealed searing frustration, contempt. 

You were trying to negate the hurt you felt by her words, having trained yourself to endure their sharp sting, though no matter how many times you heard them, it never made it any easier. 

“Oh please, your favouritism is showing, mother.” You remarked with near tears, her disregard for you so disturbingly apparent it left your eyes watering. 

“Yoongi has always loved his work and the company, but I never have. When will you understand that? If I’ve ruined our family so much why have I never heard these same words from Dad or Yoongi? They’ve always supported me, understood and loved me regardless of what life I chose. Why can’t you do the same? Why can’t you just try to understand me for once?” 

“Because there’s nothing to understand. You’re an heiress to this family, you are meant to live for this company and this company only. You owe your father and I your life, nothing has ever been yours. The least you could do to pay us back is by rightfully working at the company and not being as much of a disappointment as you are now.” You mother’s tone was strict and resolute, utterly fed up with you.

“Cry me a river, mother. I don't owe you a single thing. You’re one to talk about working alongside Dad and the company, all you’ve ever done is use his money without a single care for his work.” 

“Excuse me?” 

“You heard me, Mother, all you do is use Dad for his money. You know next to nothing about business or the company and have the least amount of right to lecture me about it. At least I’m not a woman who mooches off somebody and lives recklessly!” You snapped back at her with tears just pooling your lash line, arms crossed tightly holding your chest where it felt your heart would collapse.  

“Do you understand who you’re talking to? Speak with respect, Y/N, I am your mother.” She tried to finalize, but you weren’t having any of it. 

“And I could care less. You’ve never once done anything to warrant that title. All you’ve ever done is travel the world and bathe in the luxuries your husband affords you without ever being there for me or Yoongi. It was always dad despite being so busy, it was never you. You weren't even there for my wedding, when I needed my mother the most. No, you’re someone who’d rather use your rich husband and forget he’s a person.” Your voice was shaking at this point, practically rattling. “You may not have been there for my wedding, but I would never do that to my husband.” You let everything out without a care at the point, flooding the tense air. 

Your mother seemed to completely lose it at this, her tone scarily still as she gritted through her teeth. “You wouldn’t do that to your husband, really? Isn’t that exactly what you’re doing right now?” 

You flashed her an incredulous look. “Pardon?”

“You’re married to one of the richest men in Seoul, and you think you’re not doing the same thing? Whose house do you live in? Whose food do you eat? Whose lavish lifestyle do you now get to relish in? It’s all your husband’s, not yours.” Your mother was practically spitting venom at this point, scoffing. “I must say, your quest for independence is interesting, having landed you in the exact same place you always berated me for. Look where you are now, mooching off your rich husband.” 

If words could dagger you in the heart and looks could kill, you’d surely be 6 ft. under by now.

Years, years you’ve been stuck in this constant loop of back and fourth with your mother, arguing the same 5 things you could never see eye-to-eye on. And no matter what she said, no matter the insults, the belittling, the verbal abuse she always spat your way; you’d grown used to it. Her words became normal, second nature to you and so you easily drowned them out. Her insults became useless weapons you simply dodged and avoided. 

But this, this was where your mother won. 

Her words dawned a laughable sense of irony on you, nearly physically reeling as though someone had punched you in the gut at the realization. It was raw agony, the very prospect you’d spent the entirety of this ordeal evading. 

To think the same independence you fought so gravely for, can so easily be erased and forgotten all due to marrying a rich CEO. It felt pathetic, unfair you had no choice but to marry Taehyung. It wasn’t his fault he was rich, neither was it yours. 

It was just coincidence, pure and utter coincidence. But to think this very coincidence would be the reason your stomach is churning and self-worth is collapsing; it was fucking unfortunate, miserable. 

“Leave my house, this instance.” There was no emotion in your voice, it was flat, vision clouded.

“What did you say to me?” 

“I said get out!” You yelled, the shrill in your voice evidence of tears. “I don’t ever want to see you again!” 

“Don’t you dare raise your voice at me! I’m your mother!” 

“You’re not my mother at all, you’re the worst excuse of one. Leave my house!” 

“It’s not your house, Y/N! It’s your husband’s, and you will end up living the same life as me, using your husband for his money!” Your mother had somehow made her way over to you, having the audacity to push you back by your arms, driving her point home by the act of aggression. 

You gritted through your teeth, eyes teary. “I’ll never be like you, I’ll never be a cheap woman who only stays with a man for his money. A woman who probably cheats on her husband with wealthy men in other countries!”

This was the moment your mother gasped scandalously, becoming so irate she didn’t hesitate to raise her hand and slap you across the face. 

You stood emotionless, not even having the capacity to feel shocked or in pain due to how normal this was. There wasn’t a single unfamiliar thing about the sting of her hand, the way her manicured nails scratched against your skin and worse, the way her wedding ring usually cut into your cheek to produce a small wound. 

It was all too familiar, making you scoff as if this was exactly what you expected from her, exactly what you've always known. 

“You still hit your grown daughter, huh? The last 10 years of it weren’t enough?” You endured the ache, swallowing back tears. You weren’t letting them spill, not at this. 

Not at something as undeserving as your mother. 

“You give reasons to, Y/N.” Your mother simply crossed her arms and looked away, showing the slightest hint of shame though never allowing it to leak into the proud and egotistical persona she assumed around you. 

A suffocating silence pierced the air, looming for some time until you spoke. 

“Leave this house, mother. I beg of you.” You pleaded, not out of desperation, though out of sheer tiredness. Tiredness of the same argument and the same insults you always directed each other, tired of the same outcomes that only ever lead to more bitterness tainting your relationship. “Don’t make this any worse, we’ve probably disturbed Taehyung upstairs.” 

Your mother looked at you with lightly raised eyebrows, inquiring. “He’s home?” 

You nodded faintly. “Yeah, so leave.” 

“Am I not allowed to meet him?” Your mother seemed offended. 

“No, you’re not.” You stated firmly, not caring about the sliver of respect you thought you had for her and instantly pushing her towards your front entrance, nabbing her shoes along the way. 

“What are you-” She didn’t even get to finish her sentence before you swung the front door open, guiding her outside and shoving her shoes in her hands. 

She was about to retort until you shut the door on her, locking it. You leaned against the wood as you heard her protests, not minding her calls as you allowed your constrained tears to finally stream down your face. 

It was too much, she was too much. 

Why could your mother never see eye-to-eye with you? Why couldn’t she be a normal mother? Why couldn’t she be supportive? All she ever did was preach how useless you were, how selfish and ungrateful your very existence was.

Of course someone like her could never understand, never understand the value of autonomy and achieving something for yourself; she’s never once done anything along those lines in her entire life. 

Her words ran deeper today than they ever have, sending a stifling feeling to swarm your chest, your self-esteem and everything alike collapsing along with your pride.

It hurt, it really did. To hear those words from the very woman meant to love you so dearly, so unconditionally only exacerbated the pain. It made you jealous of every child you was gifted with a kind mother, not daring to curse anyone for it but simply feel it was unfair. Even Taehyung had such a warm and loving mother. 

Maybe that’s why Taehyung was so warm. 

Taehyung. 

You realized you were out in the open shedding tears where he could possibly see you, trying to silence the sobs that escaped your lips. You only failed, agony tightening your chest and growing more painful the more you held it all in. So you clutched your hand to your mouth and made straight for the kitchen sink, running the water loudly enough to drown out the sounds of you candidly crying. 

Your cheek still stung, your heart ached and your mind spun endlessly, all while trying to desperately rid yourself of the worthless feeling inside you. 

And it didn’t work. 

Taehyung had been working, scrolling through his laptop as he diligently reviewed status reports, only to have a notification brighten his phone screen. He flashed his occupied vision towards it and caught sight of his security system alerting him of his front door. 

He grew curious knowing the housekeepers were shopping for groceries at this hour, causing him to tap the notification and display the camera feed of his front porch. He was welcomed by a woman he’s never seen, peaking his curiosity. 

He almost rose from his seat until he saw the woman turn towards the door in accordance with you opening it, assuming you most likely knew her as she smiled brightly and ventured comfortably into the home. 

Taehyung shrugged it off and returned to his tedious reading, staring at the practically blurring lines of text until he eventually began hearing raised voices from downstairs, his ajar doors and grand home producing an echoing effect that reached his study. 

Taehyung cocked an eyebrow as he grew slightly worried, discerning it didn’t sound like a friendly conversation. He abandoned his work and made towards the doors of his study, peaking towards the direction of his stair railings that overlooked the first floor of his home. 

More of the conversation became apparent, and Taehyung instantly identified it sounded more like a negatively charged argument than a conversation. His eyebrows furrowed the more he listened, knowing it was bad manners to eavesdrop though finding himself doing so anyways. 

“You heard me, Mother, all you do is use Dad’s money. You know next to nothing about business or the company...” Taehyung’s eyebrows shot to the sky, realizing you were speaking to your mother; the same woman you explicitly expressed was to be avoided at all costs and even winced at the mention of. 

He couldn’t forget that from the first time he met you. 

“...Speak with respect, Y/N, I am your mother. ” The crudeness in your mother’s voice was already indicative of your ill relationship, the harshness sounding like second nature. 

Taehyung grimaced. 

“...All you’ve ever done is travel the world and bathe in the luxuries your husband affords you without ever being there for me or Yoongi...” Yoongi? As in your brother, Min Yoongi? Taehyung only loosely recalled Min Yoongi lived and worked in the States, where he headed your father’s lucrative faction there.

He’d only met the mellow, though diligent man a couple times before.

“...I would never do that to my husband.” Despite the intense situation, Taehyung felt the slightest tinge of pride hearing you refer to him as your husband.  

“You wouldn’t do that to your husband? Isn’t that exactly what you’re doing right now?” 

Oh fuck, Taehyung thought. This isn’t going anywhere good. 

“You’re married to one of the richest men in Seoul, and you think you’re not doing the same thing? Whose house do you live in? Whose food do you eat?...”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. 

Taehyung became alarmed, silently drawing his index finger and thumb over his lips in frustration. You didn’t need to hear this, it was complete bullshit. Your situation with him was different, it was forced and coerced. Taehyung could tell you were someone who truly didn't favour using someone else’s money, and knew you were trying your damn hardest to adjust to the idea itself having to spend your life with him. 

He rushed out into the hallway where he began pacing, trying his hardest to contain himself and hope that you wouldn’t take your mother’s words to heart. Was this why you were so adamant about the fucking card? Because you had to hear shit like this from your mother? 

This was only going to undo the work he’d successfully laid out, thinking it would erase any convincing he had done about his money and what’s his is yours. This was bad news, he didn’t want you thinking any of your mother’s words were true. 

They simply weren’t. 

“Leave my house, this instance.”

“What did you say to me?”

“I said get out! I don’t ever want to see you again!”

Taehyung was becoming anxious, the argument was clearly escalating and he felt uneasy, an incessant feeling bothering his chest. 

There it was again, that same sense of protection he felt when he saw you practically shaking talking to that Kisoo guy. He didn't understand why it manifested, or why he felt it so emphatically. All he knew was after hearing the way your voice nearly cracked, unstable and troubled as you grew more emotional, he felt the strong feeling to oddly.. rescue you? 

It’s like he wanted to bolt down the stairs, physically stand in between the argument and force your mother out of the house, all while trying to persuade you what she said wasn't true. 

Why did he feel this way? This was none of his damn business, had absolutely nothing to do with him yet if it weren't for half the mind he had, he could’ve found himself racing down the stairs to defend you.

Taehyung shivered at the thought, shaking it off.

“... you will end up living the same life as me, using your husband for his money!”

“I’ll never be like you, I’ll never be a cheap woman who only stays with a man for his money. A woman who probably cheats...”

And not long after he heard the slap, evidently hard and painful in just it’s sound. Taehyung immediately froze in his tracks, halting his pacing as worry blossomed in his chest. He prodded over to hide against the edge of the wall that connected to his staircase, able to peak at the sight of both you and your mother stood before the front foyer. 

Taehyung felt pissed within seconds, again unable to decipher why he felt the need to protect you. Though what he did know was that he felt bothered, never wanted anyone to hurt you and he hated the very thought of it. 

Maybe it was because of his considerate personality again, or maybe it really was because of you. 

What made Taehyung grow even angrier, though, was the way you reacted, listening to you dub this as something that happened often, and he was uber pissed now. 

You didn’t fucking deserve that at all. 

It took him no time to understand your apprehension and natural disliking for your mother, wanting himself to never have to converse with her. He would most likely be rude and curt, replaying the same vile words she really had the nerve to say to her own daughter. Scratch that, his wife. 

Yeah, Taehyung thought. My wife shouldn’t be treated like this. 

He knew it was wrong, impolite of him to assume and judge a person so openly based on their cover, though Taehyung could tell these were your mother’s true colours, and any other persona she assumed would only be a farce. 

Taehyung watched as you simply shoved your mother out of the house, shutting the door only to lean against it and allow the tears you’d hidden to fall down your cheeks. Taehyung turned his back and leaned against the wall, concealing himself to give you privacy. 

He knew it was already rude to have eavesdropped, even ruder to look on at such a vulnerable moment. It was rude because he wouldn’t even be able to comfort you, only watch as a dumb-founded bystander; rendered useless because it wasn’t his place to console you.

He knew nothing about you.

He really didn’t know your situation, the relationship you had with your mother. He couldn’t step on your toes and give you advice as if he knew you, nor supply you with words that would make you feel better; contemplating he’d possibly never be able to. 

He wasn’t your remedy, he wasn’t your muse, just a man you were forced to marry and now have to live with. A man who stripped you of your independence, ruined your life all just by his mere existence.

 And so Taehyung found even more reasons to not rush to you, simply leave you on your own knowing he was partly the reason for your pain, your suffering. That your mother only said such things because of him, that she only insulted you because of him. 

So he found himself retreating, walking carefully back to his study to mind his own business and continue his work, complete it as though nothing happened. 

But as each step seemed to grow longer, heavier, he found himself unable to retreat. Unable to function knowing you were probably hurting, unable to ignore you and so blatantly turn his back on you. 

So in a hasty, irrational decision, Taehyung found himself turning on his heel and rushing towards the staircase. 

You continued to sob quietly, thinking if you just let it all out now, cried just about hard enough all the sorrow would leave your body. So that’s what you did, bit your lips to contain the aching feeling in your chest as your throat seemed to constrict, swallowing all your feelings down in an attempt to poorly control them. 

You were in your own world, the sink’s water masking any noise behind you, and so when somebody’s hand reached out to rest against your shoulder, you were completely startled. You jumped, quickly shutting the water in a flash and refusing to look back at the culprit to save your pride. 

Whoever it was, they couldn’t see you like this. 

Though when you heard his dulcet, deep voice calling your name, you knew exactly who it was.

“Y/N?”

You straightened yourself up, breathing out the emotions ravaging your chest and stabilizing your voice to address him. “Hey, Taehyung. What um.. what are you doing here?” 

Taehyung could hear your solemn attempt to cover everything up, feeling your sense of embarrassment practically fill the air. 

“Nothing, just.. wanted to see you.” Taehyung said, unsure of how to approach this.

“You’re probably busy. You should go back to work.” You tried hard to sound okay while you practically swallowed back tears, clutching the counter of the sink.

“It’s alright, not important.” Taehyung waved it off, letting his hard remain on your shoulder seeing you didn’t reject him. A beat of silence lingered until he spoke again.

“Can you look at me, Y/N?” There was no pressure in his voice, just the same soft consideration you’d heard at the hotel suite a couple nights ago.

And you hated it, hated that it made you want to give in, want to so easily follow his request and bare to him whatever he wanted.

Until your last braincell kicked in. 

“I’m sorry, Taehyung. I’m really sorry if I interrupted your work. Please go back to your study.” You voiced just barely above a shaky tone, trying your absolute hardest to sound just fine, seem okay. But the more Taehyung spoke, the more you felt your defense mechanisms slowly coming undone.

And you knew he knew.

“I wasn't interrupted.” He stated normally, his voice natural and yet he sounded so.. comforting? He was simply responding to you and yet his voice and presence seemed to soothe the sharp ache in your chest. 

It was fucking poetic. 

“I’m sure I did, Taehyung. Just please, return to your work.” 

“I don’t need to, Y/N, I can stay here.” He was firm as he stood behind you, measly hand against your shoulder and his usually intimidating, towering figure reassuring.

It was odd.

“You shouldn’t. Just go back, Taehyung.” You attempted to voice with more strength, trying to blink tears away and it didn’t convince Taehyung in the slightest.

“I don’t want to. Look at me first.” His voice sounded calm, and it was really like honey. Thick yet sweet, so deep and yet it’s cadence harboured the ability to put anyone at ease.

You shut your eyes tightly, wiping at them hastily to rid any tears as you sniffled and turned around. You were met by his face that slightly softened at the sight of you, eyes seeming to melt as they swirled with consideration, different from his usually unreadable expression. 

“See, I’m fine. You can go back to work.” You plastered a smile on, trying to stand a little more confidently, though Taehyung didn’t budge. 

He only remained, gazing at the features of your face as he seemed to drape his own with a small sense of sadness, like he was upset, maybe even hurt? It was slight, though identifiable. It left you quite speechless, thinking it was all just part of your imagination.

It couldn’t be real.  

But it exactly was as Taehyung’s large hand came up to gently touch the cheek your mother slapped. You didn’t realize it hurt more than it should’ve when you felt a sharp sting at his touch, wincing.

You registered there was probably a visible mark and grew too vulnerable, downright embarrassed for your liking and so you deflected him, smacking his hand away from your face as you looked off to the side. 

“I’m fine, Taehyung.” You declared, and Taehyung didn’t know how to react as his hand came off you, feeling a bit disheartened. He simply wanted to help, and he didn’t want to leave without doing so.

So he still looked at you, eyes possibly growing sympathetic though it could’ve been a figment of your imagination again.

“You didn’t deserve that.” He voiced soft in sound, though resolute in nature.

Taehyung was having trouble choosing what he could say without overstepping, invading a part of you he probably shouldn’t. 

“I didn’t ask for a pity party, Taehyung. Go back to work.” You said with a more snippy tone than you planned, though found it befitting of your current emotions nonetheless. 

“I’m not pitying. I’m..” Taehyung struggled for a word until you answered. 

“What, caring?” You scoffed, “Please, Taehyung, you don’t have to care like my real husband, it’s only on paper-”

“But I am your real husband.” Taehyung emphasized, his serious eyes meeting yours. “It’s on paper and in real life, so I think I’m allowed to care.” Taehyung retorted with narrowed eyes finding he liked that sentence, liked what it had to convey because it was damn true. 

Taehyung decided on reaching for your arms to drive his point home, though watched as you again, naturally retracted from him. You still seemed to refuse him, didn’t see him in a good enough light to not cower away. 

And he still fucking hated it. 

Taehyung went for it anyway and gripped your arms when you began to draw away, catching you. The action nearly demanded you look into his eyes, and found yourself doing exactly so. 

“Y/N, first, don’t be scared of me, please?” His eyes grew soft. “I seriously-I really hate it. I would never..” Taehyung trailed as his vision fell to the side of your face, eyes seeming to reflect concern.

You were completely surprised, watching him unmask a plethora of emotion you didn't think he’d so candidly reveal.

Taehyung brought his hand to brush your slightly swollen cheek, continuing. “I would never do this, do anything to scare you. I just wouldn’t.” Taehyung was emphatic and genuine, gently touching the fresh wound on the apple of your cheek.

“I.. know that, Taehyung.” You again felt that same urge to touch his hand that touched you, but you decided against it. “Though I don’t need your pity. This doesn’t hurt, don’t break a sweat about it, please.” You were trying to turn away from his hold but Taehyung didn’t let go, maintaining you in his hands.

“It’s not pity, Y/N. It’s sympathy. This bothers me, okay?”

“I don’t need it. I’ve got myself-” 

“But you’re not alone.” Taehyung suddenly stated seriously, tone permeating the air and you just about froze. You only looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, trying to decipher what he was trying to say.

“You’re not.. alone, okay? You have me.” He spoke as though he was trying to convey a meaningful message, trying to mark his own words. “In whatever way... you have me.” It was a hesitant claim, but it felt just like when he’d made his promise to you at the altar. 

And suddenly you found yourself giving in, sighing as you registered this was all pretty much an elaborate reflection of the lesson you learned not so long ago.  You and Taehyung are married now, and no matter how that status manifested itself, you had to accept what came with it.

Especially if it meant him.

“Okay.” You replied simply, multiple emotions masked by the plain word. 

Taehyung looked at you a little surprised you’d actually accepted that, but broke into a genuine grin you hadn’t really seen before. 

And you really did like the way he smiled.

He made you want to smile too, though as your facial muscles worked for the grin your cheek stung, wincing as a result. Taehyung exclaimed within a matter of seconds. “Ah, don’t move.” He cautioned, smiling a little when you chuckled at his overreaction. “Don’t worry, Taehyung. It’s alright.” 

“Alright, my foot.” Taehyung joked, bending down to inspect your wound closer than you expected, and you hid the feeling that shot through you because of his proximity with a nervous laugh, causing you to wince again. 

“Hey, what did I say?” Taehyung chastised you lightly, lips in a straight line as he shook his head disapprovingly. “C’mon, let’s treat this.” 

You immediately whined, feeling too lazy to get something so small and insignificant treated. “Taehyung, it’s not even that bad, why?” You pouted. 

“Cause it’ll leave a mark on your pretty face.” Taehyung smiled innocently, not even caring about the effect it left on you as he found your hand and tugged you along to the second floor. Your eyes only remained widened, never letting up the surprise that took you. 

Did he just call you pretty? 

You let Taehyung lead you to your master bathroom, where he situated you by the counter and shuffled around for his first-aid kit. He finally retrieved the box, dabbing some alcohol onto a cotton swab and bringing it to your face. 

Taehyung just about performed the action until he began struggling bending to your height, wanting to carefully apply the alcohol. So he tried different angles and maneuvered himself around, all coming up useless. “God, why do you have to be so small?” Taehyung huffed under his breath as he stood to his full height, contemplating how he’d accomplish this. 

“I’m not small, you’re just really-” You were about to complete your sentence until Taehyung’s hands suddenly grabbed your waist, lifting you in a single breath and propping you up onto the bathroom counter. You would’ve exclaimed, maybe protest though believed it would’ve made the heat in your face so much more apparent.

“That’s better.” He grinned, biting back a chuckle at your flushed face and widened eyes.  

Those fucking eyes. 

Taehyung then found it easier to apply what he needed, cleaning up the wound precariously before dabbing on some ointment to avoid any scarring, only missing a bandage to place on your cheek. Taehyung searched for one in his kit and drawers, though came up empty-handed. He became puzzled as to where he put his bandages, placing his hands in his pockets to think until he felt the familiar scratch of a wrapper.

He furrowed his eyebrows at first until he figured exactly what it was. 

And he suppressed a stupid grin. 

Taehyung pulled out the wrapper and watched as you avoided eye contact with him, cheeks still clearly warm as you swung your legs on the counter in anticipation of him.

Cute, he thought.

He ripped the wrapper, chucking the garbage aside as he drew close to your face. His breath suddenly fanned you, mere inches from your face with his lips so proximal you were stupidly remembering your kiss from a couple days ago.

He was just so close. So close that you could actually discern he had this pretty little mole on his cheek, even one just underneath his eye, lining his lash line. You smiled realizing he had such unique details, even seeing he had a mono-lid and a double eyelid. Then came his obvious features, his plushy, pink lips, his chocolate eyes, his soft hair and sculpted face structure. It made you want to hide your own face out of near insecurity.

He was just so beautiful.

You watched him as he focused on you, trying to calm down your oddly racing heart, feeling the sensation of his closeness shoot through your body. He smoothed the bandage over your cheek and drew away far too earlier than you wanted.

“There. Apply something before putting a bandage on, right?” He cocked an eyebrow and looked at you knowingly, crossing his arms. 

You immediately smiled at the sentiment, realizing it’s the same line you said to him during your first exchange, and you felt your heart just slightly, slightly flutter at the thought he remembered.

“Right.”

It had been a week since that incident.

Taehyung and yourself had assumed your regular lives, having to drudge back to work after a few days off.

Your mother’s words still lingered around in your head, spoiling your mood here and there though assuming the ever-so healthy manner of simply pushing the mentally detrimental thoughts away, distracting yourself with work. 

You wish you could detail anymore interactions with Taehyung, though they were scarce with how rarely you saw each other. You both either just missed each other, were too busy to pay attention or simply came home too late. Even sleeping together was hit or miss, usually either of you crawling into bed earlier than the other with no real exchanges.

You could say it made you feel just a little sad, though not entirely considering you two were genuinely busy people, Taehyung an even busier person.

That all came to a full stop though one Friday morning, you were seated by the island and staring at your most recent design for a building, iPad pen twirling in hand. You were sipping on coffee when Taehyung pulled out a chair and suddenly startled you, coffee almost spilling.

“Jheez,” you huffed, “you scared me.” 

“Sorry, you were just really focused.” Taehyung apologized as he placed his own iPad down, reading away.

It’d been like this the whole week, you either designing and leading projects at your own job with Taehyung the ever-busy CEO at his own company, causing you both to often sit in each other’s presence though never take your eyes off your screens.

“Hey, I wanted to tell you something.” Taehyung suddenly perked up, stopping his scrolling. 

“Hm?” You looked up. 

“I should’ve told you this sooner, but we have to attend a gala tonight.” Taehyung grimaced at how sudden this seemed, arms crossed as he leaned on the counter.

Did the action really have to make his biceps pop?

Anyway, you were nearly spitting out your drink for the umpteenth time because of Taehyung, eyes blown out at his abrupt news. 

“Wh-what did you just say? Tonight?”

“Yeah, one of friends’ companies. 25th anniversary since establishment.” Taehyung went to bite a piece of his toast with strawberry jam.

You noticed he liked strawberries and didn’t like bread crust, making you want to smile sometimes at the child-like charm he hid underneath his intimidating persona. “They’re holding a huge gala and he’s one of my best friends, we’ll have to attend.”

You eventually came to understanding him, trying to wrap your head around having to suddenly attend such a high-end event. 

“This event is also going to be our first public appearance together. It’s important.” Taehyung stressed, back to scrolling through his iPad. 

“That’s alright. I don’t mind going, it’s just...I don’t think I even have a dress for a gala.” You mentally sifted through your own wardrobe, coming up short once you realized you haven’t been to an extravagant event like that since you were a teenager.

“I know, I bought one for you.”

You should really stop drinking beverages around Taehyung because you can never seem to keep them in your damn mouth. “You bought one? Taehyung..” You whined. “What did I say about giving me things?” 

“Hey, what did I say about giving you things?” He scolded you lightly. “I give you things simply because I want to.”  

You pouted. “Still, you don’t even know my size, when did you even have time?”

“That doesn’t matter. It’ll fit you, don’t worry.” Taehyung sent a smile as he deflected your question and returned to his iPad, not wanting to reveal that he’d secretly referred to your other dresses in your shared closet for your correct measurements.

“But it probably wasted your time. I should’ve gone out and bought it myself.” You felt guilty, realizing it probably made him compromise his work.

“It wasn’t a waste of time.” Taehyung countered, not really liking how you considered yourself not worthy of spending time on.

“I- thank you.” You blurted out before his statement could effect you. “When does the event begin?”

“7. You should try getting off work early to get ready.” Taehyung suggested, sipping his tea as he looked at you.

“Oh God, I’m gonna have to doll myself up. I haven’t done that in ages.” You held a hand to your mouth, trying to digest the fact you’d probably have to look like a trophy wife. 

“I could get you a makeup artist and hair stylist.” Taehyung offered. 

“No, it’s okay. I think I’ll be fine. I just haven’t been to a gala in a long time.” You felt surprised about the fact yourself. “I’m gonna have to meet so many people.” 

“You will, but I’ll be there.” Taehyung assured, glancing up at you.

“Of course, but you won’t be with me the entire night. I’ll have to brush up on my rich people skills.” You blew a raspberry, knowing you had great interpersonal skills but just didn’t like acting so fake all the time. 

“I won’t leave, just stick with me the whole night.” Taehyung stated as he absentmindedly held his index finger to his lips reading an email, quite goddamn illegally if you had to say so yourself. 

“I will.” You confirmed, erasing at a line on your iPad. “Will you come home early too?”

Taehyung clicked his tongue disappointingly. “I will but just barely on time. Friday’s mean meetings for me, so I can’t leave early. I’ll get ready at work, come back inside the house to get you.”

“Okay.” You’re not sure why you felt suddenly sad he wouldn’t be home earlier. Maybe it was just the usual feeling of not wanting to be alone, because God forbid you actually started getting used to Taehyung’s presence. 

Taehyung rose from his seat and cast his iPad to the side, sliding on his suit jacket as he glanced at his watch, checking the time. You noticed yourself and flashed your vision to your iPad, gawking at the time and realizing you could be late. 

“Oh shit, I have to go.” 

“Me too, I’ll see you tonight, okay?” Taehyung confirmed as he made his way to the front door, fixing his sleeve. You propped off your own seat and began walking towards the stairs, just about ascending until Taehyung suddenly called your name. 

“Y/N!” He peeked out from the front door, seconds from leaving. 

“Yes?” 

“I hope you like the colour, it’s one of my favourites.” Taehyung smiled sweetly, sending his last farewell before he dashed out of the house. 

Your eyebrows shot up and practically gawked, immediately running up the stairs thinking of where to find this dress. He had to have hidden it from you considering he’s been doing so ever since he mysteriously bought it. 

You instinctively rushed into your shared bedroom to grab a scrunchy for the day, all distracted until you caught sight of a white box adorned with a black bow sitting atop your bed. 

Your eyes went wide just reading the infamous label. 

Chanel. 

You had to physically keep from flooring yourself, in disbelief he’d purchased you a Chanel dress. You were even more fearful to uncover it, the information of him buying it himself raking your brain. 

It was even his favourite colour, nearly swooning at the fact he chose for you to wear his favourite colour. So you made your way over to the box hesitantly, untying the ribbon and casting the lid aside cautiously, only to audibly gasp. 

Your eyes fell to a ruby red dress with a delicate V neckline, completely blown away he chose such a bold colour for you to wear. 

You carefully grabbed the dress to take it out of its box, revealing more to discover it was a floor-length gown. It produced a small train though lifted in the front to reveal the shoes you’d wear, the skirt of plain, thick fabric until you saw the torso area; light beading expanding from the stomach area eventually leading into the skirt. 

Shock wasn’t even the correct word to use, you were stunned, completely taken by his choice. The dress was simply gorgeous, beautiful in its own right and you were almost too afraid to wear it. 

Nonetheless, this event was important to Taehyung, so you took a deep breath, tucked the dress back into its box and mentally prepared yourself for the day ahead. 

It was bordering 6:30 now. 

You’d successfully left work early, around the 2 o’clock mark to come home and indulge in a 4 hour self-care routine. It’d seriously been too long since you last attended an event similar to this, grand in size and visited by at least a hundred people. 

It reminded you of your engagement party, though not entirely since there would paparazzi and would be your first real appearance with Taehyung ever since your wedding. 

And quite frankly, you really wanted look better than you did then. You labelled it pretty much a disaster since you were a catatonic mess regretting all her life choices, probably looking unappealing in all your photos. 

Along with knowing the impact Taehyung has, not only in the business world but in general also left you wanting to up your game. You were his wife now, and that came with a high amount of scrutiny and criticism having nabbed one of the most eligible bachelor’s in Korea.

You’d already given up ever checking any articles and avoided social media, knowing that there would be inevitably nasty and judgmental comments. This night was important though, where you’d flank him as the women he’s so-called ‘in love with’ or the ‘love of his life’. 

It also dawned on you Taehyung in fact had a high-valued reputation to uphold, and so did you as his wife. 

So as you stood before the mirror in the walk-in closet, inspecting your dress, you contemplated how you’d survive this night, how you would act as the perfect, most suitable wife to Taehyung. 

You really wanted to hide your face out of how dolled up you looked; your makeup was on the elegant side, not heavy but brushed up to look soft, completed with red lipstick that matched your dress and hair set around your face in loose waves. 

The dress looked almost embarrassingly good on you, Taehyung somehow having chosen the right sized dress as it hugged your every curve right, accentuating the right parts of your body and even the V neckline not dipping too low, but showing quite the generous amount of skin. 

You couldn’t stop blushing at all. 

Taehyung had finally arrived at the house, rushing inside quickly registering he was cutting the time close. “Y/N! I’m home!” he called for you, quickly checking his appearance in a mirror as he smoothed pieces of his parted hair, curling just before his eyes and revealing some forehead.

“I’m in our room!” 

He approved his own look in the mirror and jogged up the stairs, mentally preparing himself before he’d have to see you in the dress he chose, almost excited about it. 

He’d simply loved it at first sight, and couldn’t stop pondering what the striking colour would look like on you. So as Taehyung entered your bedroom, he became confused finding it empty. He then ventured further inside, catching sight of the ajar closet door and light beaming through. 

He sauntered over carefully, peeking inside and Taehyung’s jaw nearly dropped to the floor, almost stupidly. 

His eyes fell to you standing in front of the mirror, fidgeting as you looked at yourself in the dress with the back of it undone. 

And Taehyung had never seen anything more pretty in his life. 

He was speechless for the umpteenth time because of you, not even knowing how to begin a sentence because he might sound like a second grader if he did. So all Taehyung could muster up the literacy to say was “Wow.” 

You turned around instantly, eyes looking as though you were a deer caught in headlights. Taehyung’s eyes widened even more peering at the elegant front, jaw almost slack as he scanned over your body.

“T-Taehyung.” You couldn’t think of anything else to say. 

Taehyung still seemed to be struggling a little, eyes glued to you until he cleared his throat and looked away. “Um, yeah?” 

“S-sorry, but.. could you actually..?” And you did it again, angling your back towards Taehyung to call to the zipper of your dress. You really couldn’t try zipping it yourself, which left it sitting comfortably just at your lower back, your skin exposed to Taehyung. 

You could visibly see Taehyung flash his eyes to your skin until he looked elsewhere, nodding as he licked his lips. “Sure.” 

You watched him near you, his face blank as he took a handful of your hair and softly placed in front of you. He then brought his hand against your side to hold you in place, his other working for the zipper. It was another case of his rather hot breath fanning your back, almost teasingly zipping up your dress by simple inches. 

He was close again, closer than he’s been in a week and you sincerely hated it always affected you in some way. It made your chest flutter, suck in a breath you didn’t even need to hold in. You relaxed when Taehyung finally finished, his hands gripping your arms from behind as he looked at you through the mirror.

And for some odd reason, he liked how your heights contrasted each other. 

He had the slightest hint of a smile, eyes seeming to gleam with something you couldn’t quite decipher. 

“You look pretty.” He said, gazing at you through the reflection and you had to physically stop from beaming like an idiot. Your chest fills with butterflies, face collecting with heat at his compliment. 

How could an Adonis like him call you pretty?

You bit your lip, gazing up at his taller, impeccably dressed reflection as you admired him, his every feature crafted to a degree of perfection that left you in awe. 

“You look really handsome.” You complimented, watching his lips just about curve into a smile that met his eyes, and you wish he didn’t have to look so handsome when he smiled too. 

“Thank you.” He voiced before turning you around by your arms to face him. “Make sure you wear a coat tonight, it’s cold.” He informed, you nodding until your quick eyes spotted his tie loosened by just a centimeter, throwing you off. 

“Oh, your tie.” You exclaimed quietly, reaching for it without a thought and pushing it upwards, angling it to perfection. Taehyung suddenly froze, unexpecting of you doing such a thing and so proximal his nose flooded with your perfume, liking the scent. 

Peonies. 

He tensed with an unknown feeling until your gazes locked on each other, simply looking to look while your hands remained on his tie. He realized more than a second passed and Taehyung scrambled for something to say, sputtering.

“I’ll uh.. I’ll be waiting out front.” He assured as he stepped away, exiting the room quickly and leaving you to your lonesome. 

This was gonna be one hell of a night, you thought.

“Remember, there’s going to be a lot of cameras and people here. We’ll really need to act like a couple.” Taehyung sat beside you in the back of an Escalade, manspreading in all his glory and you were sincerely glad he couldn’t read your mind.

“Got it, let’s give em’ a show.” You cheered with your little fists, determined as the car arrived at the lavish venue. 

“Yeah, let’s do it.” Taehyung mimicked your action. “Don’t worry about getting nervous, I’m there.” He assured for good measure, gauging your affirmation.  

You nodded as you took a deep breath, smoothing over your dress and fixing your hair. Taehyung unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned into you, speaking near your ear. “I’ll get out first and open the door for you, wait here.” You tensed at the action before nodding again, Taehyung making his way out the car. 

He then opened your door as promised within seconds, greeting you with a warm smile as he held out his hand for you. You grinned back at him affectionately as you took it, adjusting your dress to step onto the concrete. 

You were met by dozens of camera flashes and a yelling crowd, shouting various things you couldn’t quite make out. You were almost distracted by it and felt a small sense of anxiety creep up you, until Taehyung pulled you flush against his side, hand curving around your waist.

You smiled up at him in accordance, and he beamed back as he walked you two down the carpet leading into the venue, casually ignoring all the noise and people. 

Taehyung guided you inside safely to where you were welcomed by a beautiful looking hall, pristine and extremely elegant. It was surely fitting for a grand gala. Your eyes caught a small crowd of photographers in the foyer snapping photos at a certain wall with a backdrop, curiosity dawning on you as Taehyung led you towards the coat check. 

“What’s happening there?” You pointed towards the scene. 

“Oh, exclusive press.” He snuck a look, stripping off his coat. “They’re the ones I was talking about, they’re gonna take pictures of us.” Taehyung answered distracted as he retrieved your coat and gave both to the coat checker, smiling a thank you. 

You didn’t even have time to really respond as Taehyung dragged you to the very scene, the pair of you next to have photos taken. You tried to process the whole thing as he walked you over, mentally preparing to look your best until Taehyung suddenly whispered lowly in your ear again. 

And again, it sent shivers down your spine. 

“Just smile and hold me, okay?” Your chest fluttered for an odd reason, nodding back to him as he brought you in front of the line of photographers. 

You stayed true to your promise and tucked an arm around his torso as the other draped his chest, closest to him as you could. Taehyung almost settled next to you until he felt something at his feet, noticing he was nearly stepping on your gown. 

He broke away from you, unexpectedly bending down to catch the skirt of your dress and delicately fix it behind you. You heard the hushed exclamations of the photographers, most of them doting on his considerate act as you just about protested, though suddenly remembered Taehyung’s words from today. 

It was probably better to stay silent. 

So you simply smiled as you watched Taehyung adjust your dress, feeling a warm sensation spread across your chest when he returned even though it most likely was for show, his hands coming back on you. 

This time you didn’t try to suppress anything, allowing some of your feelings to manifest into a real smile, remembering you were to appear as a couple anyway. 

And whether or not there was some truth to your expressions, was anyone really keeping track?

You two began posing for the photographers, smiling in all directions and clutching onto each other closely. You occasionally tried different angles to look better, everything going smoothly until you heard someone shout out, eyes widening as a result.

“Kiss her!” 

It wasn’t long before the other photographers began agreeing, encouraging Taehyung to kiss you and you had no clue how he would react. You were slightly biting your lip as you were occupied avoiding eye contact, that was until Taehyung quietly called you.

“Y/N, look at me.” 

“Hm?” You instinctively responded and looked up at him, completely taken by surprise when Taehyung suddenly planted a soft kiss to your forehead. Your eyes visibly went wider, only his chest to stare at until he eventually disconnected.

He returned his eyes to you and grinned at your wide-eyed reaction, suddenly reminding you. “Smile,” he encouraged with the flash of his own boxy grin, wanting to see you smile. 

And it damn well worked. 

Taehyung was right about the size of this gala. 

Huge. 

It was grand, the entire hall seeming to be spat right out of a castle with about a hundred fancy-looking people inside. You thought it would’ve been uninteresting and difficult to communicate with others tonight and put on your best fake smile, though the night’s atmosphere amassed with champagne, good food and great conversationalists left you in a better mood than you expected. 

It was actually quite fun, finding yourself genuinely conversing with the people Taehyung dragged you to meet, keeping to your promise of staying right by his side the whole night, and he kept his, never having left you. 

You’d met various people, having gotten familiar to Taehyung’s high-status world of business and relations. Long story short, Taehyung knew a lot of people, and you were surprised at how extroverted he suddenly seemed.  

He was practically a social butterfly, not having forgotten a single name of who he spoke to along with somehow remembering personal details about their lives. It left you impressed, joining along with his light-hearted conversation with your own extrovert tendencies. 

Everyone you’d met had been nice so far, but by far the most amusing people you’d met had to have been Taehyung’s 5 best friends, the same ones you’d seen in his photographs. 

“Y/N, this is Kim Namjoon and Seokjin, they’re brothers.” 

Both tall and quite frankly broad men greeted you warmly, one of them having a nice dimply smile while the other was far too handsome to be looked at for free. 

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” They said after another, reaching out to shake your hand. “We’re co-CEOs of one of Korea’s largest private airline.” Namjoon of the two informed.   

“Likewise. And wow, that’s impressive.” You complimented. “Might I also say, you’re both.. tall.” You had to almost crane your neck to meet their eyes, thankful for the heels you were wearing as the group laughed at your remark. 

“Perhaps, though you’re quite short yourself, Y/N.” Seokijn commented light-heartedly, causing you to playfully pout and retort him. “Oh c’mon, I hear that from Taehyung already, not you too.” You giggled, absentmindedly leaning into Taehyung as he tensed, your body pressing into his. 

“It’s cause Taehyung likes short girls, teasing means he likes you.”  A built looking man with longer hair suddenly joked, nudging Taehyung with his elbow.

“Shut up, Jungkook. I was gonna give you a proper introduction, not anymore.” Taehyung scolded, though Jungkook persisted. 

“Well, you just said my name, that’s already half the intro.” Jungkook then gently took your hand, placing a chaste kiss against the back of it you didn’t expect at all. 

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. Jeon Jungkook, CEO of Korea’s largest game development company.” Jungkook sent you a kind smile and it was hard to not compare him to a bunny, his teeth reminding you of one. 

“Yah, don’t do that” Taehyung swatted Jungkook’s hand away, protesting disapprovingly. 

“Woah, did Taehyung just get jealous?” Namjoon inquired shocked.

“Somebody get their phone out, we’ll need evidence I didn’t hit him first.” Jungkook held up his hands in mock surrender. 

“Jungkook, the only thing we’re finding in our phones is videos of you nibbling on carrots.” Taehyung quipped and it made the group chortle, yourself speaking up at the mention of a rabbit. 

“Actually, I was thinking you resemble a bunny.” You simply wanted to voice an observation, though it sent the whole group into a frenzy. 

“See Jungkook! Other people notice it too!” A man you hadn’t been introduced to yet suddenly burst out, though you could automatically tell he gave off this radiant energy that was infectious. 

He almost felt like the sun. 

“Whatever, Hoseok, you’re like a squirrel.” Jungkook countered and you digested the man’s name for information. 

“And you’re a rabbit, you better buy me what we wagered.” Hoseok scolded from what you could assume, was the younger of the two. 

“Wagered? I don’t remember anything about that.” Jungkook feigned innocence as he looked off to the side.

“Jungkook, we were all there that day, you owe Hoseok a vending machine.” Namjoon spoke up, laughing through the remark. 

“Guys. Y/N is literally right here, we didn’t even introduce ourselves properly.” A man with a fairly sweet voice interjected. He had such soft visuals, almost similar to an angel if you wanted to be honest. 

He then looked to you with a sweet smile, extending his hand. “Nice to meet you, Y/N. Park Jimin, CEO of Park Hotels & Resorts”

“This is his event.” Taehyung informed.

“Ohh, nice to meet you!” You perked up, his aura making you feel all comfortable and giggly, there was just something about his bubbly energy. 

The man named Hoseok then extended his hand, “Nice to meet you, Y/N. Jung Hoseok. Sorry for the late introduction, but I basically own a bunch of famous clubs across Korea.” He laughed all dimply and warm, and he really did remind you of the sun. 

“Oh wow, hopefully we’ll get to visit sometime! Clubs are so fun.” You lit up, all excited about a good club scene until Taehyung ruined your fun. 

“Nuh uh, not after your little drunk scene at our engagement party.” Taehyung looked down at you and chastised. 

“Taehyung, it wasn’t even that much. Don’t be dramatic.” You scolded him back. 

“Alright Miss I’m-Not-A-Lightweight, I almost had to carry you.” 

“I was walking just fine last time I remembered.” You crossed your arms and feigned innocence, Taehyung growing scandalized. 

“Oh really, now?” He cocked an eyebrow, just about to continue until Namjoon interjected. “Looks like married life’s been treating you guys well.” 

“Of course, they look practically in love.” Hoseok beamed sarcastically, gesturing towards you both.

“C’mon, Taehyung, tell us what you love about her. Let’s see the simping.” Jungkook playfully taunted Taehyung, egging him on.  

“Shut up. You all already know our marriage isn’t real.” Taehyung rebutted the younger man, eyes narrowed. 

You were taken aback, eyes flashing to Taehyung. “They know?” 

“Of course they do, your best friend knows too, doesn’t she?” Taehyung was referring to Hana, and you acquiesced realizing he had a point. 

“You know, you guys say it’s a fake marriage but you look pretty close to me.” Jimin pointed towards Taehyung’s arm still hugging around your waist, causing you both to realize and promptly disconnect. 

“No, we aren’t.” You and Taehyung retorted at the same time, vision snapping to each other with shocked eyes. 

“Oh c’mon, Tae, you’re really gonna say about your wife?” Seokjin teased him, playful lilt to his tone. 

“Yeah, Taehyung, just look at her, how aren’t you whipped already?” Jungkook remarked as he gestured towards you, feeling shy as your feet shuffled. 

“I’m not answering that.” Taehyung bit back with an irritated tone, folding his arms as he broke eye contact with the group. 

You decided to lighten the mood. “Guys, please, the only thing Taehyung’s whipped for is his company.” You joked, and despite the small sense of hurt saying that sentence, you felt joy making the men suddenly laugh so loudly. 

Taehyung’s shy and embarrassed expression was even more priceless. 

“Oh my God, Y/N, you’re seriously the perfect match for him.” Hoseok added on as he laughed and you couldn’t help but bite back a smile, not knowing what he meant by that though taking it as a compliment.

“Alright guys, remember we had a mission: operation make-Taehyung-and-Y/N’s-marriage-seem-real-as-fuck.” Jungkook suddenly put on the theatrics and halted the group, changing the conversation. 

“Oh yeah, we had a whole plan, didn’t we?” Jimin remembered. 

“Yup. Gotta prepare them for nosey press and annoying relatives. We should start with questions they’d get asked. Make it like a fake interview or something.” Namjoon suggested, leading along the others as he pretended to hold a microphone. 

“You’re all some of the richest men in Seoul yet you’re acting like children. I don’t know you people.” Taehyung tried waving the men off while you couldn’t help but laugh, finding them the most fun people you’ve encountered. 

Childish or not, they were completely unexpected of what you thought a group of CEOs. They didn’t live up to the cliché uptight and uber sophisticated stereotype, rather open and acted however they chose. 

It was refreshing. 

“It’s cause we’re friends with you, Taehyung.” Hoseok shot back and it made everyone snicker. 

“I got it. Let’s ask them to spill some details about each other only they’d know. Someone’s bound to ask that.” Seokjin reasoned, gauging agreeance from the others. 

“Oh my God, you guys already know our marriage is fake. Why would you make this up?” You asked through a giggle, still finding the situation comical. 

“Sorry Mrs. Kim, but that’s precisely why, and I’m afraid we don’t know what you mean by ‘fake’. Now tell the good press something about Mr. Kim we don’t know.” Jungkook began the skit as he held his fake microphone towards you, the others joining in as though imitating paparazzi. 

“Alright, this is gonna be exclusive, pens ready?” You decided to join them, and they all nodded in confirmation as Taehyung flashed his eyes to you, unprepared for you to play along. 

“Mr. Kim is quite something.” You addressed him formally for effect. “He acts all mysterious and cool, but he’s actually just a cuddler who likes tea and cuts the crusts off his bread.” You relayed with a wide grin, all of them suddenly exclaiming and reacting like a high schooler has just confessed the name of their crush. 

“Oh my God, Tae, seriously? Bread crusts? What are you, like, 3?” Seokjin teased. 

“Hyung, your ears literally turn red when people give you attention. Are you 3?” Taehyung retorted and it only elicited more noise from the group, Seokjin exclaiming defensively and Taehyung bringing a hand up to his forehead, sighing. 

“Guys! Okay, let’s get some real answers here. We gotta know what Y/N would say if someone asked her.. maybe some things she likes about Taehyung. Let’s hear it.” Jimin got everyone back on track, attention on you. 

You smiled nervously and flashed a look towards Taehyung, who still had this arms folded and vision looking off to the side, ignoring the entire situation before him. 

You could tell he was pissed with the way his jaw locked, though the fact that he wasn’t paying attention made you a little more confident. 

Taehyung wasn’t exactly pissed, though if he could bonk all his friends on the head a few times he would. He knew teasing and jokes were all common within the group, he just didn’t expect to be the sole target tonight, and so he decided to smoothly neglect the conversation altogether. 

He was succeeding, not expecting you to answer their question seriously until Taehyung suddenly heard you speak up, surprised eyes flickering to you. 

“Hmm, if I had to say..” You were hesitant, Taehyung shocked you were even answering. 

What would you say? 

“He has nice, big hands.” You admitted softly, Taehyung’s brows raising with surprise. “He has a nice voice, too, and... his smile.” You added as you nodded to yourself, confirming your own list and Taehyung was left damn near speechless once again. 

He didn’t really know how to act, acknowledging his face as the most common thing people liked about him, rarely ever hearing those aspects of himself mentioned. 

And he oddly felt.. nice.

“Awh, now that’s cute, good job, Y/N.” Jungkook praised you, Hoseok then pointing his make-believe mic in Taehyung’s direction. 

“Your turn, Chairman Kim, what do you like most about your wife?” He mimicked an interviewer and everyone followed in accordance, mics shifting towards him. 

“Uhh..” Taehyung became slightly nervous under everyone’s scrutiny, not knowing if he should assume his usual unreadable nature or answer their request truthfully. 

“Tae, dude, if you don’t say anything then I will.” Jungkook declared, just about ready to speak again until you cut him off, snorting. 

“Don’t sweat it, guys. He won’t say anything.” You really knew Taehyung would have nothing to say, so you crossed your arms and became uninterested in the conversation.

Until Taehyung spoke. 

“She does this pouting thing.. with her lips. It’s cute.” Taehyung started, coming up to rub the back of his neck awkwardly and peer at anything but a pair of eyes. “Her height.. and her eyes. She has nice eyes.” 

The floor had to be tired of you by now, because Taehyung seemed to make you want to fall hard pretty often. You didn’t know what to do, eyes blown and nearly on the verge of choking, unable to believe a Godly being like Taehyung just admitted to liking something about you. 

Is this what it feels like to win at life?

His words kept ringing in your head, melting into a shy mess with your cheeks beyond hot, avoiding eye contact with everyone while Taehyung grew slightly embarrassed, similarly looking off to the side. 

“Holy shit, you guys are actually cute.” Jimin remarked through a chuckle as he  pointed at you both, you and Taehyung mirroring the same look of horror while protesting at the same time. “No we aren’t!” 

And it only made the men crack up even harder. 

It was laugh after laugh as that conversation went on, finding a quick and pleasant liking to Taehyung’s friends. They’d made it clear as day they liked you as well, to be precise they seemed to love you, making playful nudges at Taehyung for saying yes to someone just right for him; and you seriously pondered what that exactly meant. 

It was further into the night now, the gala having picked up in activity and passed the long social hour, now leading into more of a party scene as upbeat music filled the hall. 

You’d stuck with Taehyung the whole night as promised, having met more of the people he knew. The evening had been quite calm, both you and Taehyung having silently, though mutually ignored the conversation from before for sanity purposes, only focusing on the additional people you met. 

Taehyung and yourself had been talking up a storm with Jimin for the past half an hour, Taehyung introducing him as his best friend and getting the full run down of how that came about. It was highly entertaining, listening to mentions of alcohol, 4AM fighting and even an incident with dumplings. 

It had you three laughing merrily while music played, Taehyung’s arm draped around you like it had been for majority of the night, practically hugging you to him. He was elaborating on a story that had something to do with a dream-catcher, all smiles and giggles. 

That was until Taehyung suddenly froze next to you, sight seeming to set on a person behind Jimin and he immediately changed his aura. 

“Jimin, what the fuck? Did you invite him?” Taehyung cocked his head in the general direction, eyes set hard. 

Jimin’s eyebrows shot up and and casually looked behind him, registering the culprit himself and turning back to Taehyung. “Holy shit, no, I didn’t.” 

“Then why is he here?” 

“Fuck, I don’t know, Tae. My parents probably invited him, I’m sorry.” Jimin apologized as he rubbed the back of his neck, growing apprehensive.

“Don’t worry, Jimin. It’s just.. not him, not fucking him.” Taehyung’s voice grew a little darker, almost hateful as his hand gripped around you tighter.  

“Taehyung, what’s wrong?” You asked tentatively, though didn’t exactly get a response since Taehyung became distracted, talking more so to himself. 

“Why the fuck is he here of all people? Of all damn people..” Taehyung scoffed to himself humorlessly, clearly annoyed. 

“Taehyung, who?” 

“Nobody, we’re getting a drink. Jimin, please?” Taehyung and Jimin had a conversation with their eyes, Jimin immediately nodding and moving towards a certain man you barely caught sight off before Taehyung was pulling you away. You tried protesting, but the tightened grip around you and Taehyung’s frustrated expression was enough to shut you up. 

Something was seriously wrong. 

You followed him along quietly until you heard a bit of a commotion behind you, able to distinguish Jimin’s voice protesting. You almost looked back until a stranger suddenly snuck up on Taehyung, draping an arm over him. 

“Kim Taehyung! Where you going? Damn, it’s been long.” The man spoke as he lowered his hand to Taehyung’s back, nearly smacking it as though they were old time buddies. 

Though the expression that painted Taehyung’s face said completely otherwise; he looked extremely irritated, and not the playful type. 

“Hisung, yeah, it has.” Taehyung bleakly acknowledged him, said man with an arm still draped over Taehyung’s shoulders until he shrugged him off harshly, pulling you closer to him protectively.

It made the man direct his attention to you. “Oh, this is your wife, right? Nice to meet you, Han Hisung.” The man smiled and extended his hand, not knowing if you should extend yours until Taehyung blatantly cut the man off, physically blocking his hand. 

“Skip the pleasantries, Hisung, what do you want?” You were shocked to see this emotion on Taehyung; rarely having seen him frustrated, trying to manage his annoyance as he gave Hisung a dead stare, intimidating as ever. 

Though Hisung didn’t cower like everyone else did, seeming to rather thrive.

“I don’t want anything. I can’t just meet your wife?” He coated his tone condescendingly, gesturing towards you. 

“No, you can’t. We’re getting a drink.” Taehyung seriously seemed bothered as he began walking you away with him, the harder squeeze of his hand around you indicating he was either growing more irritated, didn’t want to let you go, or a mix of both. 

“Oh, c’mon.” Hisung pulled Taehyung back by the shoulder but Taehyung becomes irritated, shoving his arm away harshly. 

“Not now, Hisung. Not at Jimin’s event.” Taehyung warned him as though he was crossing a fine line, and you grew afraid of what would occur if that were compromised.  

“What, I’m not doing anything.” Hisung held out his arms, feigning innocence. “I gotta say though, if I wanted one thing it’d be to say your wife’s hot as fuck.” He cocked an eyebrow and began eyeing you in your dress, growing uncomfortable and sending him a dirty look, though you naturally leaned closer towards Taehyung and he took notice. 

“Say that again I’ll make you regret it, Hisung.” Taehyung’s jaw was locked, a protective feeling overwhelming him. 

“You’re seriously gonna introduce her to everyone but me?” Hisung looked offended. “She should know who I am, especially to you.” He tried making a point, eluding to something between them. 

“Nah, I don’t think so.” Taehyung flat out rejected him, his expression blunt as he seemed to radiate unbothered energy. 

“I think you should. She should know the kind of man her husband is, and what he’s done.” He said knowingly, in a daunting way that accused Taehyung of something that seemed deeper than it looked.  

“There’s nothing to know, and I never did anything.” Taehyung simply denied, as though he’s said this multiple times.

“Really? You don’t wanna tell her about how you sabotage people? Use your money to buy success?” 

Taehyung had to pinch the bridge of his nose, sighing out frustrated. “For fuck’s sake, how many times do I have to tell you? I’ve never done shit like that. Leave.” Taehyung finalized, attempting to control his anger.

You were trying to remain calm and look on objectively, though felt a sense of worry for where this was going, only Taehyung’s seemingly instinctive guard on you keeping you from anxiety. 

Hisung scoffed, “You know, your wife should know how much of a fucking liar you are.” He spat, his vision suddenly growing narrowed as he eyed you both suspiciously. “Come to think of it, wife kinda sounds like a stretch.” 

This time it wasn’t even Taehyung responding, you beating him to the punch. “Excuse me? The fuck does that mean?” 

“Oh, so she talks.” 

You were just about stepping forward to give this asshole a piece of your mind until Taehyung suddenly gripped onto your arms from behind, pulling you to him protectively.

“Hisung, what the fuck do you want?” Taehyung’s tone was leveled with a sense of controlled rage, clear effort to contain himself and you were completely understanding of that. 

“Not much. I just find your marriage suspicious, and if I do then others do too. Wouldn’t want to taint the precious Kim reputation with that, now would we?” The remark was sly, causing Taehyung’s hold around you to tense.  

“What the fuck are you implying, exactly? Try making some sense.” 

“Your marriage isn’t convincing, jackass. There’s no way you two are really married, don’t think I don’t know there’s something behind it.” He stared squarely back at Taehyung, determined. “And when I get my hands on that information, don't think you're the only one who can sabotage someone.” Hisung was resolute as he declared his threat, only making Taehyung more resentful, more rash. 

“Your opinion doesn’t matter to me, jackass. Nothing you do does” Taehyung was confident in the argument and it oddly made you proud, now understanding why he was so successful and well-acclaimed. It’s like he truly didn't care what others thought and only lived for the purpose of what he found important to him, contributing to his confidence and composed approach towards life. He carried himself with an affirmed sense of self-worth that never bordered egotistical, and you were lying if you said it wasn’t hot sometimes. 

Because scratch that, it was incredibly hot. 

Hisung laughed humourlessly, hissing. “I don’t think we can say the same about Mrs. Kim, though, her opinion should matter to you, right?” He then suddenly turned his vision to you and drew closer, speaking in a superficially saccharine tone. “Jagiya, you should really look into who your husband is. He’s not half the man he says he is.” Hisung suddenly came too close and Taehyung immediately tugged you behind him, shielding your smaller frame as his tone dangerously darkened. 

“Don’t call her that, and never fucking come near her.” Taehyung was seething now, clutching one of your hands so tightly you became worried of his heightened emotions.

“Nah, I don’t think so.” Hisung mimicked him. “She should know I’d treat her better than her asshole of a husband, make sure she’s nice and satisfied with how much of a man I am compared to you.” Hisung remarked without a single care, and you nearly felt the blooding searing in Taehyung’s veins. 

But you could tell that was exactly Hisung’s goal; to rile Taehyung up and it unfortunately worked. No longer was the calm, cool and collected Taehyung you knew, instead feeling him suddenly rush towards Hisung with a fist until you gripped onto his jacket from behind, calling his name. 

“Tae.” Your voice was soft, immediately stopping him as you clutched urgently. Taehyung could hear the frailty of your worried voice, could feel your little hold on his jacket as he came to his senses.

Taehyung grinded his teeth hard as his fist tightened for a mere second before steadily loosening, calming himself down before he made his last remark. “Go fuck yourself, Hisung.” Taehyung spat with pure disdain as he turned around and swept up your hand, leading you away from the situation as far as possible. 

He pulled you along hastily, walking with a sense of speed that almost had you tripping on your dress. You were seconds from telling him to slow down until he stopped you both in a hallway.

“Taehyung, wh-” You almost got out until Taehyung suddenly pushed you up against the nearest wall, breath hot and heavy as he huffed frustratedly, raw anger written all over him. 

Taehyung’s entire towering body was unexpectedly inches from you, his forearms laid against the marble tiling above your head as he hung his own low, almost trying to conceal his face into your shoulder. It’s like he was blocking you off from any other person, defensively caging you as his chest rose and fell shallowly with white hot anger, your face tucked into his shoulder. His heated breath was continuously tickling the exposed skin of your neck, so close your heart was beating faster than it should’ve. 

You were only left shocked, hands fallen slack by your sides and unable to move. 

“I’m sorry.” He huffed out suddenly. “Fuck, I’m so sorry I’m just.. really angry right now and I can’t calm down.” Taehyung seemed infuriated though worried, his hands clutching into fists above you as he leaned in even closer, mere centimeters between you two as he remained pressed into your personal space.

“Shit, don’t be scared I just-fuck, I hate him. He’s the only person who makes me so angry.” Taehyung breathed out frustratedly, eyes shut as he tried to control himself. “And fuck, I didn’t want him near you. I don’t want him to talk to you. I don’t want anyone to fucking come near you.” 

Taehyung’s confessions kept coming and you were simply taken aback, another show of his emotions on full display and you wondered how he always so neatly composed himself.

“Tae-”

“Just stay in front of me, please.” He begged. “Where I can see you, just stay here.” He stressed, trying his best to breathe properly but only failed. “I don’t.. think I like when other guys are around you.” He confessed out of nowhere, trying to work through the claim hesitantly at first until he eventually nodded, affirming it. 

“Yeah, I don’t like it.” He declared as he continued to lean in, his proximity allowing for you to constantly smell his intoxicating, Invictus cologne; its sexy scent paired with his perfectly tailored suit hugging the curves of his large, broad body only arousing your nerves. 

“God, fuck.” He huffed out. “No matter what, stay away from Hisung. Never talk to him. He ruins everything he touches, every fucking thing.” Taehyung was dead serious, still hiding his face from you as he spoke angrily near your ear. “He’s been trying to ruin me for years. He’s already tried with everything else and he’ll come for you. He can’t ruin our marriage, and I swear to God if he fucking does anything to you-”

“Taehyung, hey, shh.” You brought your hands up to his chest to try calming him down, able to discern Taehyung ever rarely grew angry and when he did, just needed someone to quell his troubles. “Breathe, Taehyung, breathe, okay?” You spoke with a soft tone, trying to contrast the white hot anger you could sense in him by rubbing his chest pacifyingly. 

Taehyung immediately tensed at the action, almost in shock until he ultimately tried to breathe, slow and steady. 

“There you go, that’s better.” You encouraged into his shoulder, hands resting and lightly massaging as you inquired. “Talk to me, Taehyung, what’s wrong? Who’s Hisung?” 

“Fuck, I’ll get angry again.” He warned, breath still hot and heavy as you smoothed over his dress shirt, trying to soothe him.  

“It’s okay. I’m here, Tae, you have me. Tell me anything.” You assured and attempted to mirror his own words from a week ago, worried about his open show of emotions and thinking you should be helpful, make sure you're supplying all the support he needs because he may never be this open again. 

Taehyung’s temper was still high, more of his hot breath on your shoulder as he spoke, lips still by your ear and the bass in his voice sending currents through you. 

“It goes back 3 years, rival companies.” He began. “His father was dismissed as CEO and they held a shareholders meeting to decide a new one. Long story short, he won the vote, but only by a 49-51 percent margin. He barely scrapped by, and after he was appointed CEO he found out his major shareholders voted against him. What made things worse was that right after, they pulled all their shares from his company and invested in mine, and he fucking-” Taehyung was growing frustrated again recounting the story, his body rising and falling faster until your hands snaked up to his jaw, fingers splaying across his cheeks as you held his face pacifyingly. 

“Taehyung, breathe again. You’re fine.” You felt him listen to you, breathing deeply as he became more composed again, continuing.

“He thinks I sabotaged him, that I colluded with his shareholders and used my money when I never did. I only had acquainted relationships with them at the time and never convinced them of anything. They told me they chose to invest because they saw me as the better company, the more competent CEO.” Taehyung was venting, and you let him exactly do so by attentively listening, holding him. 

“It wasn’t my fault, but he thinks it is. And now he’s made it his life’s mission to ruin mine, ruin anything he can get his hands on because he’s convinced I ruined his.” Taehyung sounded upset, clearly fed up with having to deal with such an incessant pain in the ass. 

“Just not you,” He sounded like he was pleading, a whisper. “Not fucking you, he can’t ruin us, or our marriage.”  

“He won’t, Taehyung. We won’t let him.” The pads of your thumbs smoothed over Taehyung’s skin, trying to ease him as he moved back slightly, vision meeting yours.

“Y/N, I don’t lie. I wouldn’t sabotage anybody, I don’t play dirty like that. Even if the business world is riddled with people like that, I would never do it. I’m not like that at all.” A hint of desperation leaked into his tone, eyes gentle as he so emphatically tried to convince you he was nothing like Hisung said. 

And you found your heart softening thinking about the fact that it affected him so much. That while he didn’t care what others thought of him, he somehow valued what you thought. 

“Taehyung, don’t worry, I know, okay? You’re completely fine. He just tries to rile you up because he knows you’re better, more competent.” You slid your hands back down over his neck, letting them rest over his strong chest again. It made your breaths uneven, registering how close he was to you, just inches from your face. 

“He probably knows those shareholders chose you because you’re the better CEO. He knows it, he just tries to deny the truth by looking for ways to ruin your life, so he doesn’t have to accept he’s inferior.” You offered earnestly, rhythmically smoothing him over. Taehyung’s eyes suddenly swirled with a sense of ease, his tense body now seeming to relax. “You think so?” 

“Of course, Tae. You’re nothing like that, I know you’re not.” You said determinedly, gripping his shirt lightly to drive your point forward, eyes conveying warmth. 

Though the response that met you was Taehyung gazing into your eyes boldly as he heard you address him so casually by a nickname already, his look containing something you couldn’t decipher, and it left butterflies swarming your chest. 

You didn’t realize how intoxicatingly close you both were in this position; Taehyung’s arms caging you against the wall, body pressing into you as he looked at you, not breathing hard anymore but hotly, like he was feeling something he was attempting to manage. Your hands funnily contrasted the size of his chest as he glanced at them, then up at him, clutching him a little tighter the more the tension seemed to build.  

It was obvious now, both of you were merely staring at each other, Taehyung’s Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed and your eyes followed the movement, something unknown alighting inside you at the image. It called necessary attention to his sculpted neck and you found yourself wondering if you’d ever get to lay kisses on it, possibly even mark it

You bit your lip at the thought, hating that such an idea dawned on you, igniting with something unholy the more you breathed in his sexy scent, his large body enclosing you. It sent chills down your spine, trying to contain yourself by shifting and clamping down on your lip harder.

Taehyung’s eyes flickered to the very action, his undivided attention now on your mouth. He could feel every harder squeeze of your hands on his chest as the heat rose, fisting his own hands against the wall with the need to draw himself closer to you, especially with the way you looked right now. 

Taehyung already couldn’t keep his hands off you when you resembled the hottest, and yet most gorgeous thing he’s ever seen in that dress. Either a sweet angel descended from heaven or the right kind of demon he craved. It was even more difficult knowing it’s a dress he chose, adoring the way you were wrapped up in his favourite colour, and thought red has never looked better on anyone else.

It also made him think of some things he shouldn’t speak aloud. Though Taehyung knew you, and knew you weren't ready for anything of that sort, so he remained collected and only stuck to having an arm around you tonight, mindful of boundaries. 

But when you were under his scrutiny, smaller self tucked against a wall because of him and clearly hot and bothered yourself, your exposed skin raking his brain, he couldn’t keep from nearing your lips. 

He’s once felt how soft they were before, seeing on multiple occasions how plushy they truly are and desiring to feel that same soft sensation again. So he disregarded all thought, coming forward inch by inch as he gauged your response, and when he viewed you fluttering your eyes shut and lifting your head towards him, he fought back cracking a smirk. 

Taehyung was milliseconds from connecting your mouths, feeling the skin of his lips blissfully brush yours as his sweet breath invaded your mouth, only for a frantic voice suddenly calling out his name to interrupt, the very culprit tumbling into the hallway. 

“Taehyung! Y/N- oh shit.” Taehyung immediately ducked his face away from you and you hastily let him go, Taehyung puffing out frustrated air as he met his friends’ eyes. “Jimin.. what?” 

“I-uh. I’m sorry, but I got Hisung kicked out and we’re gonna start the last toast. You guys should um...be there.” Jimin cleared his throat and began shuffling, avoiding eye contact with the both of you. 

“Okay, we’re coming.” 

“Sorry, again.” Jimin bowed lightly and nearly made a break for it. 

Taehyung sighed heavily, pushing himself off the wall and straightening up as he freed you, finally able to breathe peacefully. 

“We should um.. go.” He voiced awkwardly.

“Yeah.. just give me a second. I’ll be back from the restroom.” You dared to make eye contact with him to seem unaffected, though panicked the instant your gazes locked.

“Okay.” He nodded, seeming unbothered.

You grasped the skirt of your dress and your heels clacked against the tiled flooring as you scurried off, needing to find the bathroom to see whether or not you appeared as much of a mess as you felt. 

You bolted inside and ran towards the sink, spotting two women possibly your age by the mirror though ultimately ignored them, patting over your cheeks to feel how warm they were. 

Were you really just seconds away from kissing Taehyung? Kissing him? What would’ve happened if Jimin never walked in? Would you have kissed him for however long, would you have stopped it? 

Even better question, why didn’t you stop it? Why were you so ready to kiss him, maybe even excited by the very idea? It sent a chill down your spine, even recalling that Taehyung stated earlier he liked your lips. 

Kim Taehyung liked your lips, the same ridiculously high-status, wealthy man people were on their knees for, practically Seoul’s most powerful CEO and Korea’s seemingly unattainable bachelor; that same Taehyung was the one who liked not only your lips, but your height, even your eyes. 

He said they were nice. 

You didn’t even want to unbox the entire Hisung situation. He so naturally defended you, even held you back out of consideration for your safety it seemed, and it frightened you how much you liked it, liked that he was so protective and made all those confessions about disliking other men around you.

It may have been possessive, but you fucking liked it. 

And you already felt doomed. 

You were simply imploding on yourself, having your own personal meltdown when one of the two women audaciously addressed you, tone light and airy. 

“Oh my God, are you Min Y/N?” She inquired. 

You flashed your eyes to her, answering with furrowed eyebrows. “Uh, Kim Y/N now, but yes.” 

“Wow, so you’re the woman Kim Taehyung married?” The other one perked up. 

“..Yes.” You answered confused.  

The other woman really scoffed here, scoffed, “Song-i, it’s the other way around. She married him.” The rather rude looking woman clarified, and you found out right after just how rude she was. “The Kim Taehyung would never willingly marry someone like her.” 

Your expression immediately contorted, unbelieving of her audacity. “Excuse me?” 

“Don’t think we’re stupid, everyone knows you seduced him into it.” She nearly spat, tone snobby as ever. 

You guffawed humourlessly, truly having it up to here with today because it seemed never-ending with bullshit. “Think what you want, but I didn’t seduce him.” 

“We know you’re lying, he wouldn’t marry some runaway like you. You came out of nowhere, you clearly got into his bed before you got him to the altar.” The other one added on, painting their twisted narrative together. 

“It wasn’t like that all, but if you want to think so because you’re not the one he takes home at night, then be my fucking guest.” You countered them, look sharp enough you were sure you could cut a diamond. 

They both took immediate offence, having the audacity to near you and invade your personal space. “You’re not the only woman he’s taken home, do you really think you’re special?” She insinuated something you weren’t dumb enough to not catch, heart sinking at the thought. 

“What exactly are you trying to get at?” 

“The fact that he married you as a favour, you runaway, and everyone knows your marriage isn’t love at all.” She relayed with a snippy tone. “Don’t you get you’re just charity to him? Everyone knows it, sweetie.” 

You were trying hard to think of a way to counter, though your stinging heart took the jab like it was white hot lightning. You felt crushed within seconds at the comment hitting home, sinking lower until you spoke up. 

“Our marriage isn’t your business. Maybe try getting a life before you revolve it around mine.” You spat as you sent them a petty look, making your way out and almost exiting until you felt a splash of water hitting the back of your hair, mouth falling agape at the sheer audacity of what just fucking happened. 

“Your life is fucking miserable. You’ll stay by his side but he’ll never love you. Keep acting like your his real wife and see what’ll happen. Everyone hates you and how you made him marry you out of pity. Watch your back, runaway, you never know when he might end it all and break your little heart.” You almost, almost turned around to land a right hook across the girl’s face until you decided against it, composing yourself with a breathing mantra and instead choosing your favourite way of leaving a bad situation. 

With a snarky last word. 

“Seems he’s already broken yours with this ring, huh? Stay mad at the ring bitches, stay mad at the ring.” You smiled condescendingly as you flaunted Taehyung’s twelve thousand dollar ring, walking out of the bathroom despite their exclamations and practically marching towards the hall, seething. 

You arrived inside and plopped down on your seat next to Taehyung bitterly, utterly vexed as you crossed your arms and grinded your teeth. 

“Hey, where were you?” Taehyung asked. “You missed the toast.” 

“Could’ve done it without me anyway.” You replied curtly, all the information you received in just 2 minutes ruling your thoughts and sending you into a storm of anger, spoiling your mood. 

Taehyung became confused. “Are you okay? What happened?”

“Nothing.” You huffed and reached for your glass of water, taking a large swig and nearly slamming it back onto the table. 

Taehyung reacted surprised. “Seriously, what’s wrong?” He became apprehensive of your mood, grabbing your hand on the table gently as he searched for your eyes. 

Though he instead found your eyes flashing towards something else, someone else before you snatched your hand away, eyes set cold.  

“I said nothing.” 

Taehyung followed your previous line of sight and landed on two women finding their seats a few tables away, their own eyes immediately deflecting from him once he made eye contact.

And it really only took two seconds for Taehyung to connect the dots, recognizing their faces. 

Taehyung sighed heavily, feeling guilty and suddenly apologetic about the possible situation, knowing something must have been said to you. 

He turned back around, “Y/N, what happened?” He tried inquiring again, though you responded with absolutely nothing, completely crossed and avoiding him. 

He exhaled tiredly, this day having been the epitome of a joke. Taehyung was scanning over you again when he suddenly noticed the ends of your hair, distinguishing they were wet and he found it strange. “Y/N, why the fuck is your hair wet?” He was moving to touch the damp parts until you evaded him, tone rigid. 

“Nothing, Taehyung.” 

Taehyung sighed again, frustrated as he once again put two-and-two together, remembering you’d all come from the restroom and addressed you. “What did they say, Y/N? Tell me right now, is that why your hair’s wet?” 

“No, Taehyung, nothing happened,” You stressed, turning your body even further away from him and crossing your arms tighter. 

Taehyung determined he’s truly had enough of today and rose from his seat, you noticing though choosing to ignore him. Taehyung quickly resolved he was going to fix this, beyond agitated this entire day had been damned to hell. He was having a good time too, especially keeping in mind whatever in God’s name was happening between you two, and only knowing that it made him inexplicably happy for some reason. 

Though that mood was ruined now, Taehyung shaking away his thoughts as he began plotting his approach towards your situation, entirely pissed off as he made his way towards the bar, concocting his plan. 

It took Taehyung only a good 10 minutes to get what he needed, snatching the nicest bottle of champagne and trying to remember where he’d observed the two women sitting, strolling his way over to the table with his fakest grin.  

“Good evening, ladies.” He greeted with a saccharine tone as he neared them. 

“Oh my God, Taehyung!” One of the girls beamed. “We haven’t seen you so long, what are you doing here?” 

“Yeah, too long!” 

“It has.” Taehyung smiled. “I actually wanted to offer this.” Taehyung then revealed the bottle of champagne from behind his back, holding it out towards them. 

The two women became elated, practically cheering as they clearly admired Taehyung more than he liked. “Oh wow! Thank you so much!” One of them thanked, receiving the bottle bashfully. 

“You’re too kind, Taehyung, did you really get this for us?” The other inquired, a bright smile on her face. 

“Actually, I didn’t.” 

Both women looked at each other confused, eyebrows furrowed. “You.. didn’t?” 

“No,” Taehyung responded with a bleak expression in near offence they’d assume that, smile wiped from his face. “You both did.”

“Wh-what?” They both questioned, incredulous. 

“I put it on your tabs, geniuses. There’s 6 more bottles, by the way.” 

Both women’s eyes went wide, immediately protesting. “T-this is the most expensive bottle of champagne here!” They looked annoyed, and Taehyung was all about it.  

“I know.” Taehyung smiled condescendingly, drawing closer to the women and dropping his tone to a scarily low, threatening octave. 

“Say anything to my wife again and I’ll make sure you pay more.” Taehyung finalized and rubbed his tongue along the inside of his cheek as he walked away, smirking. He ignored their protests as he passed by the bartender, winking for the 6 other bottles of champagne to be delivered to them. 

Taehyung then made his way to you, now in a hurry to leave this awful night behind as he gently gripped your arm, speaking into your ear to not alert anyone else at the table. “Y/N, we’re leaving.” 

Taehyung didn’t really have to wait, you responding rapidly, “Don’t have to tell me twice.” You were already rising from your seat, done with this entire Godforsaken night yourself. 

You both stepped away together, just about reaching the hall doors until Taehyung stopped you in front, holding you by your arms. “Stay here, I’ll get your coat.” 

You nodded at him and Taehyung bolted off, wanting to nab your coat as fast as possible so he could drape it around you and practically flaunt your relationship in front of everyone. He didn’t care if it was fake anymore, didn’t care for the legitimacy of his actions; he simply wanted the world to know you’re his wife, purposely wanted those two girls and everyone to see him treating you affectionately.

And he most certainly wanted to squash any of the doubt Hisung called attention to earlier that kept bugging him, entailing your marriage already seeming fake to him, and could to multiple other people.  

So he retrieved the coats and came rushing back to you, having worn his as he approached you. You almost reached out for your coat until Taehyung halted you. 

“Don’t, I’m putting it on you.” He rounded the coat around your body, helping your arms into the sleeves. He pulled it snug around you and held onto the ends where it should’ve been buttoned, taking a moment to think. 

Taehyung simply gazed at you, licking his lips contemplating what more he could do in this moment that would be convincing enough, knowing there had to be people watching you two right now. 

He realized he was staring without having said anything. “Sorry, I’m trying to think of something to do for everyone watching but I don’t know what.” Taehyung flashed to your lips and his mind explored the idea, though ultimately fought against it. 

“People are watching?” You inquired.

“Yeah,” Taehyung clutched onto your jacket, trying to think as he looked at your little bundled up self. 

“But I’m not sure what to do-” Taehyung was cut off by you suddenly grabbing his tie and crashing your lips onto his in a single second. 

Taehyung’s eyes blew out, taken by surprise until he found himself quickly melting into your kiss, hands gripping your jacket tighter. He couldn’t help himself from opening up his mouth to catch more of yours, lips sensually kissing yours in a slow, unhurried pace. 

You instantly loved the way he kissed, Taehyung somehow having taken control when you were the one who initiated everything, completely taken by his pillowy, delicate lips. 

Taehyung didn’t care if your lipstick smudged onto him or how brash the public display of affection seemed; all he cared about was the soft feeling of your lips against his own, and the sexy way you wre tugging him by his tie.

He knew it would stay on his mind for weeks. 

You were getting lost until he disconnected your mouths, only looking at each other with undecipherable feelings, shimmering eyes that had no clue what just happened. 

Taehyung smiled before sweeping up your hand in an instant, pulling you out of the hall and eventually outside to quickly sent a text to his driver, guiding you to the curb of the venue. 

He held you against him to keep you warm while walking, suddenly speaking up when something occurred to him. 

“You called me Tae, you know.” 

“What?” 

“My nickname, you called me by it earlier.” Taehyung repeated. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. I just heard your friends say it and it slipped out, I didn’t mean to-”

“Say it all you want.” Taehyung was grinning to himself like an idiot, thinking you weren’t looking at him but that’s exactly what you were doing, admiring the curve of his perfect cupid’s bow with hints of your lipstick smeared on him. “It’s better when you say it.” 

And now it was your turn to smile like an idiot. 

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[moonlightdancer26]

Holy shit you don’t give up do you? 💀 I may as well respond with gifs and make memes about you.

What do you not understand? His trauma and his hatred is what led to him being so “insistent” in the first place. And in his eyes, THERE WAS NO “might.” SIRIUS STOOD OVER AN UNCONSCIOUS BOY WITH A 12-INCH KNIFE, SIRIUS SEEMINGLY ATTEMPTED TO MURDER THE FAT LADY BECAUSE HE WANTED ACCESS TO THE GRYFFINDOR COMMON ROOM THAT HAD TEENS AND KIDS SLEEPING INSIDE, SIRIUS NEVER OBJECTED TO HIS BEING FRAMED, SIRIUS WAS SUPPOSEDLY TRYING TO TERRORISE HOGWARTS AND EVERYONE IN IT. THERE WAS NO DOUBT IN EVERYONE’S MIND THAT HE WAS A GUILTY MAN. AND CERTAINLY NOT IN SNAPE’S MIND, GIVEN EVERYTHING HE WENT THROUGH AT THE HANDS OF SIRIUS. I cannot continue this whateveryouwannacallit if you won’t listen to this.

That whole paragraph debunks all of your meaningless rants, if you can’t actually process what Severus must’ve felt in that very moment and how in the whole world’s eyes Sirius admitted to his crime and repeatedly tried to terrorise Hogwarts, then I can’t continue repeating myself. You’ve barely even acknowledged this paragraph despite it being the most straightforward one.

Not even gonna bother to respond to the rest because 1. I just got back from the gym and I’m hella tired 2. I shouldn’t have to waste my time on a Snater (or whatever you say you are), especially not one who shares such a great resemblance with sheep.

@smilingformoney ily Mils but these haters have gotta stop 🧎‍♀️ they’re destroying brain-cells I never knew existed 💀

Edit: I GOT BLOCKED Y’ALL

Ok you know what? I’ll finish is tonight.

This is high key cruel. Denying him the chance to try to explain himself to anyone. Snape can hate him for being a bully and for the prank, but this is lower than that.

Saving it for Poppy being a canon nickname.

Dumbledore is the king of backhand slaps and I love him for it. Here, I will have to concede that Snape has a point. I can’t deny Sirius has done awful things in the past. He himself didn’t sound like he regretted them much either, when it was discussed earlier.

Said things are most likely what made things believable to Remus, when he (Sirius) was accused of killing the Potters. But there is a broader picture to the prank. One that includes a boy that ran away and got disowned at the exact same age where this event took place, and whose brother decided to become a death eater.

Make no mistake- I am not justifying Sirius. What he did was awful. But the broader context isn’t as simple as “he wanted to kill me” and that is worth pointing out. Which is probably what Dumbledore means when he says his “memory is as good as it ever was”. He knows the broader picture and knows it wasn’t that simple.

Wouldn’t that be awful? Him waking up to Sirius being dead. Knowing there was nothing he could do about it even if he was present due to his condition. But always questioning if he would have magically been able to make himself heard somehow.

Sirius checking up on Ron is very sweet. Those two resemble each other quite a lot, and so it makes sense that Ron resonated with Sirius.

Bye boo! We’ll see you when we see you. I’m happy that Harry could give you the slightest bit of closure re James. I’m sure you imagined him saving you from Azkaban numerous times.

[vrisrezis]

OMG I FORGOT U WRITR FOR BHA! Can you plz write how a platonic relationship with Hawks, Midnight, Mic, and Easerhead? 🥰

I always see romantic stuff with Hawks (and I totally get it, he's hawks~ 😘) and wondered what platonic relationship with him would be like.

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE SEEING PLATONIC STUFF FOR THEM!! Ofc.. I wouldn’t mind dating them all but I love platonic shit too 🙄

Also in this instance you are besties!

With hawks, I imagine he has a hard time opening up despite how close you are. This doesn’t mean he won’t listen to you though, or that he isn’t comfortable around you. On the rare chance he does (which truly shows your bond bc holy shit he’s opening up to you) he would wanna pretend that never happened .. so please forget about it.. it’s hard for him to be close to people, so it’s more likely you’re tough and can protect yourself. He’s the number 2 hero after all, lotsa villains might use you against him and he doesn’t want that. He’s pretty chill around you with things and probably talks about a lot of pro hero stuff. (For the most part). He likes going out to eat with you, (his treat) or spending some quality time at your place just lazing around. He likes to usually chill with you since he usually can’t be lazy. Would love to fly you around to get a nice view of the city though, even if you’re scared of heights. (He’ll simply tease you and tell you you’re fine).

Midnight is such a sweetheart actually! Always looking after you, making sure you’re doing alright and whatnot (especially if you’re not a pro hero or not good at protecting yourself lol). She loves doting over you and she acts like a bit of a mother at times but she can’t help herself! Would be the kinda best friend that is like “you could do no wrong” sorta thing. She loves loves LOVES having you around at all times, after a days work just loves going out and getting a few drinks with you. If you’re into it, would love to do your hair and nails and shit like that and just loves having a grand old time with you. She may playfully flirt with you from time to time, but it’s all in good fun and it doesn’t mean anything! (Unless you want it to lol). Usually likes to go shopping with you and just doing some training (especially if you’re not that strong lol, she wants you to be able to protect yourself).

Present mic loves taking you out to places all the time! Sometimes even aizawa will accompany you guys. It’s not hard being friends with him, he’s so friendly it’s hard not to love this boisterous dude. He’ll totally buy you shit like all the time, but he can get a bit overboard so you have to tell him not to buy you so many damn gifts. He can’t help it sometimes, he gets excited and wants to show you how much he cares about you and how much he values your friendship! As you’d expect from the radio host, he loves to put on music and dance with you and be goofy, maybe even get a little drunk while tryna have a fun time with you! He’s a loud guy and he loves being out and about, so he likes taking you to nice places to have some good fun. He crosses me as the type of friend to introduce you as his bestie, and he calls you bestie unironically like all the time. Also would probably remake like dumbass meme pics with you? “You’re just a little hater” “and?” Those kinda memes .

Aizawa likes to chill and laze around with you when you’re hanging out, as you’d expect. Might go to a cat cafe with you or something but that’s the most adventurous he gets. Play with his hair! Give him new hair styles! Do his nails! He loves that shit (but he ain’t gonna admit it lol). Likes baking with you, doing stupid shit that dads probably do. I feel like people think he’s very protective, but he’s not. To an extent, he can be? Like if you’re not that strong he needs to worry about villains of course, but he’s relatively chill. Kinda sits back and lets you do your thing but he’s totally the friend that gives you unwanted advice and when you don’t take it will say “told you so” he’s more protective in the sense of the people you spend your time with. Like he won’t do anything about it but he will say “they’re not good for you. Don’t like em” this rarely happens, it’s only with people that are actually not good to be around and he can see it. This goes for s/o’s too. He just wants you to be with somebody that’s good for you.

[simonisferal]

Obey me! Characters and their music taste :)

desc; hi lol, obey me characters and what i feel their music taste is, i’m doing everyone but the royals, im sorry if you wanted them but i couldn’t think of any for them :(  ps. this isnt on mobile is on my computer, so the layout will be different, also remembered i got a bruise under my eye #survived /j...

disclaimer!; i don’t own obey me nor the characters, i only own the writing you are seeing now. if the creators or voice actors are uncomfortable with it, i’ll gladly take it down

warnings; slight cussing, capital letters

- - - - the demon bros - - -

LUCIFER

- mans probably listens to spanish love songs :)

- he finds them calming and listens to them on repeat sometimes.

-he also doesnt know what google translate is and isnt gonna try to search up the lyrics

-but as a strict older brother, he’ll sometimes listen to angsty songs, you know?

- like, SIU, I Love You So, and Pity Party from out of sheer boredom

- man likes jazz because of the saxophone

MAMMON

- he listens to nicki minaj, im so sorry :(

- HE PROBABLY ALSO LISTENS TO TAYLOR SWIFT AAAAAAHHHH

- lol, you could hear him just singing “sHakE it oFf~ cause tHe hateRs gonNa haTe~” in his room, thinking no-one could hear him

- they can, Mamsy- you have a beautiful voice, just no </3

LEVIATHAN

- lol quiet kid in the back vibes here

- he listens to undertale boss battle soundtracks, just had to say it

- LUIGIS MANSION IS ON REPEAT (maybe also Lil’ Nas x- )

- would probably listen to confidence boost playlist on youtube

- mans uses spotify, not apple music

- he loves the mcdonalds ads :)

SATAN

- jazz.

- but soft jazz, like music he could read his books to :)

- would in once a blue moon, TRY(keyword try) to listen to someone elses music

- he also loves piano

- if songs, then probably ricky montgomery or something like bruno mars ;-;

BEELZEBUB + BELPHIE

- they share the headphones/earbuds

-beel doesnt pick the music but he doesnt care

- belphie chooses anything that can make him fall asleep

- WAP makes him fall asleep? you bet your great grandmother’s ashes that he’s playing it :)

- but on a daily basis, he would listen to tiktok songs X^X

- BUT THE GOOD/HOLY ONES

- - - - purgatory hall - - - -

SIMEON

- has a weird obession with addison rae..?

- he’s like a mom with his music and his ‘childrens’s

-cuss words? depends on how they’re said. “You might go to hell” ? ...possibly not acceptable. “you look as hell” ? questionable

- listens to past 80-90s disco music

- WHATS THAT ONE SONG “if you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends~”

- YEAH, HE LISTENS TO IT

LUKE

- im sorry, but i got to state the truth and only the truth...

- this child listens to kids-bop

-he’ll says something in the terms of “Kids-bop has no cuss words! I don’t care for your ‘wAp’ problems!”

- he hella inoccent ;-; bless his soul

SOLOMON

- a combination to Beel+Belphie and Satan

- anything that helps him concentrate, but preferably his own choosing and not spotify’s daily mixes

- he hates those shits

- WOULD LISTEN TO WAP, PROBABLY RECOMMENDED IT TO SOMEONE TOO 🕳️🏃

- - - - ENDING

ending note; typing sucks lol