#FINALLY TOO!! FINALLY DECIDED TO GRACE THE CAMERAS WITH HIS PRESENCE HELLO

[somedaytakethetime]

Well well well... if it isn't

THE LOVE OF MY LIFE 😭😭😭😭

[delicrieux]

☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 13: ...O-OH?

it’s the night of the big stream. y/n uncovers a strange, albeit deep, bond with charlie. corpse interrupts her garden date with sykkuno quite unceremoniously. tensions are high as ever; proximity chat reveals internal monologues and stray thoughts. y/n’s “batshit insane” energy affects everyone. this is, quite literally, the best game of among us bretman has ever played.

─── corpse husband x reader, sykkuno x reader (if you squint, it’s very one sided)  ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 6.1k oops ─── ❥ reqs: sum people requested some interaction w bretman + jealous corpse + flirty sykkuno

author’s note: guys....GUYS WE’RE ON THE 3RD “OH” hope ur excited cus i am!!! this was rly fun to write, but then again, everything is better than writing an essay lmao! this is extremely chaotic and a bit seggsy but like a minuscule bit u wont even notice it i swear xx there’s not much social media in this one, mostly written lol. as always lmk wat u think n thank u for all ur kind words n sooo manyyyy ideassss!!! love u lots

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It’s happening, you think, picking the discreet, angelic white color for your astronaut - with a halo and all, truly, you are a seraph that stepped through the gates of heaven and descended onto earth to grace these morals with your presence...quite literally, you’re not only donning white in game, but also in real life, cute as a button or more like as a bunny. Cat girls are overrated - cat boys, on the other hand, you’ll ardently defend till your last breath - but bunny girls...Safe to say, your chat had been going feral. Your endless ego is fed well. You even swore on your heart that no devilish trickery would follow in this game - you had left your snake ways behind you.

No one believed you. The Roaches know you too fucking well.

The influx of new subs, however, do not. Look at this cute girl! She wouldn’t hurt a fly! You chuckle at the compliments. At the exact same moment, Rae pipes up on the discord call, “Y/n is leering and cackling evilly. No one trust her.”

Demon woman herself must be watching your stream before starting her own. You pout, all adorable and innocent, but your eyes gleam slyly. Truly, a mastermind of manipulation! Look at you go! The chat is swooning. The viewer number steadily climbs past 16K and you hum happily, welcoming all that decided to join your little clan, “Don’t listen to Rae. Wifey is mad because I said I’m not bringing her back a souvenir. Well guess what, bitch, I’m the gift.”

Your perfect image does not quite align with your tone, nor the affectionate nickname you call your roommate (bitch, not wifey). The new viewers are none the wiser though, just like your new stream mates.

There is laughter from people you don’t quite know. The lobby is almost full, but not everyone has trickled in yet.

“Filing divorce papers right now.” Rae mumbles, but you hear the smile in her voice. It makes you crack a grin, too. 

More hello’s and shy introductions to the people in the lobby. Sykkuno’s green astronaut pops in with a upbeat, “Hey, everyone! Hi, Y/n!” as his character circles around yours. A collective awww echoes in your stream chat as you, quite breathless at the wholesomeness, reply with a “Hi! Hi hi!” as well.

Corpse is next to join, mysteriously ominous. The discord call is pure chaos, everyone screaming over the other variations of his name while stressing different syllables. Silent as a grave, he just stands there, his black astronaut seemingly eyeing everyone in the lobby. 

Alas, when the noise dies down, he utters, “Whaddup, baby.” and it’s pandemonium all over again. You are screeching/laughing along with the rest. His astronaut swiftly glides to Sykkuno, still circling around you, “Hey, Sykkuno.” He says. The latter abruptly stops. The game hasn’t even started, and already - betrayal! Sykkuno starts circling around Corpse now, leaving you in the dust.

“Hey, dude!”

“Yo,” You interrupt, “I’m like here too, yeah?”

“Fight, fight, fight!” Pokimane jeers. You can’t see her, but you’re certain she’s pumping her fists in the air. 

“Let’s leave the bloodshed for the game, yeah?” Dream offers past her laugh ridden urging.

“No, fuck that, let’s start this shit right now,” Charlie declares - his monotone is strangely pleasant to the ear, and you lean back in your chair with a thoughtful hum. Something about his energy just clicks with yours instantly, but perhaps you’re judging too quickly- “Got my fucking knife ready to slit some throats. You can all pretend you aren’t ready to kill on sight, but that’s not me. I’ll teabag your dead fucking body.”

-yeah, no, your initial estimate had been correct! What a pleasant surprise, you feel like you and he will get along beautifully. 

“Way to be subtle, Charles.” Rae snorts.

“Subtle doesn’t make an interesting game, Rae,” He’s quick to bite back, “and if I’m Impostor, you bet your fucking ass I’m going after you first.”

“Noooooo!” She shrieks, rushing to your astronaut, which is still just standing there, abandoned, like the equivalent of that one emoji, “Y/n, protect me.”

“Of course, baby.” You purr. 

There’s mumbling in the discord call, though it’s barely audible. Corpse seems to be repeating the word to himself: Baby...Baby?...Baby...

“You’re gonna stab me in the back the first chance you get, won’t you?” She questions, already painfully aware of the answer.

“You know it!”

“Finally, someone that’s not fucking cowering in their boots and flaunting their real nature.” Charlie says, “Y/n, form a Big Dick Alliance with me.”

“Oh for sure, man.” You agree immediately, trailing to his in game figure, “Let’s show these virgins how it’s done.”

“This is going to be a mess, isn’t it?” Sean’s voice rings with a cheerful laugh, making you flustered. Yes, you’re actually playing with THE JacksepticeyeTM. You still haven’t fully wrapped your head around that part, “I’m very excited to see where this will go.”

“Nowhere good.” You say with unparalleled sincerity - every word you speak to him, the icon, the legend, the one of the few youtubers you actually actively follow, must be genuine. You doubt you can lie to him. He’s too good of a person. You admire him too much. Stuck between wanting to be a shady bitch and an absolute saint, you refrain from addressing him more - you are simply not worthy.

its the y/n trying to act like a normal person in front of jack for me

ikr she looks ready to join the monastery

each day we stray closer to gods light???

Your viewers are snide as always. Gosh, you love them.

The last player pops in, fashionably late, “Hey, y’all.”

“Hey, Bretman!” The call choruses somewhat harmoniously.

“Hi, daddy.” He’s speaking to Corpse now, a smile in his voice - you can hear it even past the static of his atrocious mic. Your eyes widen, eyebrows shooting up. Your friends are cackling, but confusion refrains you from doing the same - were you not the only one Corpse offered, seemingly so long ago!, to be his sugar baby? 

One betrayal after the other. You’re glad for the Big Dick Alliance. The name has a nice right to it, too. 

Corpse laughs, “...Hey, Bretman. How are you today?”

Damn, two sentences for him, but not even a word spoken to you!? You’re already scripting a very melodramatic paragraph you will text him after the stream. With poorly masked discontent, you mutter, “Wow, thanks for such a warm welcome, Corpse, my day’s going great, yeah, loving the company.”

“Now now miss girl,” Bretman chimes, “we can’t be all daddy’s favorite.”

“Careful,” Charlie drones, “I think you just got yourself onto Y/n’s shit list.”

“Right next to Corpse Husband and Valkyrae.” You agree, “Sykkuno!” You suddenly call him.

“Uhm-Uh-Yes?” Is his nervous reply.

“You’re safe.” You state coldly, “For now.”

“You are not going after Sykkuno on my watch.” It must be a belated holiday miracle because Corpse finally decides to address you. His words seem to awake something in him, “Hey-Hey-Hey-” He swiftly glides to you, standing right next to your minute virtuous angel, “When are you coming back to Cali?”

corpse stop acting weird challenge

literally omg lmao

he does bring up a good point y/n y u not in cali yet?!

^pack it up corpse simp he disrespected the queen when he didnt say hi

“Back off, buddy,” Charlie interjects, “this spot is for Big Dick Alliance members only.”

“I’m never returning.” You inform him, your voice cold like the Arctic snow, and the look in your eyes is no kinder. You feel like you’re having a stare down through screen. 

Silence stretches. Is this an intimidation tactic? Because if it is, it’s a paltry one. Your conviction to be petty is stronger than any vulnerability you might feel.

“Then I have nothing to say to you.” He admits and fucks right off with that. Fine, go join Sykkuno and Rae in their little corner of betrayal! Friendship ended with Corpse, now Charlie is your best friend.

“Okay, guys, guys, guys-” Toast, noting this is going to spiral any minute now, tries to catch their attention, “Let’s start?!”

You look into your camera, and the roaches know what you’re thinking. You’re twins like that, communicating telepathically. You are taking back your tender promise of not being a conniving bastard. It’s fucking on. You will destroy everyone in your path, starting with the guy you have a stupid crush on - maybe?! Feelings are confusing, you’d rather just not think point blank period.

With no objections from the cast, the counter ticks away seconds and, for the first round, you’re stuck as CREW MATE.

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Charlie is a gift. Truly, you had not expected such a sudden, wonderful relationship to bloom. How have you not known of him sooner?! It’s a crime that you hadn’t spoken to him earlier. You are a 100% certain if you had found him before you started streaming, he would’ve been a big inspiration. 

The two of you do your silly little tasks and curse like sailors, commenting about this and that thanks to proximity chat. You wouldn’t have been able to stand the claustrophobic silence if it was just a normal Among Us game - to think, missing out on all his foully worded quips! It almost springs a tear into your eye. He’s just as unhinged as you.

worried about this dynamic 

its a trainwreck lol i love it plz collab more plz

Caught in a headed discussion in Electrical - TikTok trends, or audios specifically - you defend the app the best you can. Charlie thinks it’s super cringe, and you insist it’s part of the charm as you connect wires.

“I mean, have...-do you know that one audio, the one that goes, like,” You’re spilling your words, heated, frustrated that he’s so dismissive of the app that literally saved 2020, “it goes like, uhm,” You clear your throat, prep your voice - even take a sip of your favorite drink. Drawing the syllables, you try your best to make it drop an octave - it must sound like you’re doing an atrociously bad and nauseatingly scratchy Corpse impression with an extra dramatic flair, “My assssssss, your cockkk, you do the mathhh.”

“Did-Did I just-” You freeze hearing Corpse’s voice, finally done with your task. Charlie is muffling his laughter behind his palm; Corpse’s astronaut stands in the doorway, “What the fuck did I just walk into?” He seems genuinely confused, though a strangely winded. You’re mortified. Your shoulders are shaking. You look at the stream chat but it’s going too fast for you to follow. Manic laughter bubbles in your chest and you squeeze your eyes shut, mouth split into a toothy grin, lowering your head and trying to hide the blush dusting your cheeks.

“Hey? Guys? What the fuck are you talking about?” He questions again.

“Honestly?” Charlie chimes, “No fucking clue. TikTok, I think. Ask Y/n.”

You can’t reply. You’re crying. You cover your face with your palms, muttering a soft oh my god before bursting into a full blow laugh, throwing your head back, the motion accidentally knocking your headphones off.

“Y/n.” Corpse calls you, “Fuck was that?”

You’re howling. Your stomach hurts. There are literal tears in your eyes. You think Charlie might be laughing too, but you can’t really tell over your loud screeching. Hastily fixing your headphones, you wipe away the tears stuck to your lower lashes, heaving, “S-Sorry, I-” You stutter, breaking into another fit of giggles. Corpse patiently waits you to calm down. Catching your breath, you start again with a sniffle, “TikTok, yeah.” You idly fix your hair, trying to bite down a smile, “It’s an audio.”

“What- What kind of videos are you watching?”

“The good kind.” Your reply is instant, merciless, “Also, why are you here? We’re having a BDA meeting, you know.”

“I-I...” He trails off, “I...I heard people talking and...I just came here to check it out, but...I’m regretting it.” There’s a lilt in his voice, and you know he doesn’t regret jack shit. You bet he’s smiling. You wish you could see it.

“Bitch, then leave!” You huff. You aren’t sure what is with him today, and you don’t want to stick around and find out - his playfulness makes your stomach flip at the most inappropriate times! Like when you’re trying to sound threatening. You must retreat posthaste, “No, wait, I’ll do it for you.” You say, brushing past his character. Charlie follows after you.

“Dude, you’re so fucking lucky neither of us are the Impostor because you’d be deader than I’ve been feeling since I was 10.” Your favorite companion comments. Charlie is truly a modern wordsmith. You’re pretty sure you adore him, because you’re nodding your head, so quick to agree with him that even you’re surprised. 

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A meeting is called. You spare a glance at your fallen crew mates. They will be missed. Sean most of all, God, why does heaven always take the good ones?! The game feels emptier without him, even if you really only passed him once on your trek to Cafeteria with Charlie.

You may or may not have been avoiding him, afraid you’d accidentally say something horrible and he would hate you. It’s a silly fear, though a deep one. And with Charlie keeping you company, you had not uttered a single objectively  good, or even coherent, sentence. Your parents can’t watch this stream once it’s uploaded onto your Youtube channel. They know you’re barely keeping it together in most of your videos, but here, now? Yeah, no. Charlie is already hard to listen to on his own for sensitive viewers, and hearing you agree with literally everything he says with your own chaotic ideas? Your dad would stumble into an early grave.

Mom probably wouldn’t mind too much, but you’d have to explain your relationship status again. She is under the assumption that everyone you collab with is your significant other. You’d say it began with Sykkuno, though the exclamation of “Finally! My daughter isn’t pathetically single! We need to celebrate.” had started with Rae. Truly, a scandal.

Speaking of which, Sykkuno is gone, too, but you had time to mourn him already. You found his body roughly ten minutes ago; so torn with the fresh agony of heartbreak, you could not do anything else but cry. It was Charlie, bless his heart, that reported it.

“Someone killed Jack,” You say, voice dripping with venom, “court is now in session. I’m ready to vote the fucker out.”

People speak all at once. Toast roars over them, “ORDER! ODER IN COURT!” as he slams his hand onto his desk repeatedly. That seems to work, though briefly.

“I think it’s Y/n.” Corpse says. You stare at him, hand gripping your heart, mouth falling open in surprise.

flame him

corpse boutta be a corpse fr

beat his ass queen!!!!!

“Pardon my french,” You grumble, “but nani the fuck?!”

“It’s definitely Y/n, I found her and Charlie conspiring in Electrical. Surrealist experience of my fucking life, but it’s definitely her.”

“Dude, we’ve been over this,” Charlie sighs, shushing Rae who was about to comment something - knowing your luck, it was probably in favor of the man throwing you under the bus, “we would’ve snapped your fucking neck the moment you walked in. But we didn’t.”

“Yeah, we didn’t.” Corpse notes, “I said nothing about you, I’m just saying it’s definitely her. She probably didn’t kill in front of you because of your stupid alliance-”

“Someone sounds salty because he wasn’t invited.” Pokimane snickers.

“-or possibly she did tell you and you won’t betray her for the exact same reason.”

“That’s some big brain logic you pulled there, genius,” Charlie says, absolutely unimpressed, “sure you didn’t have an aneurysm trying to connect all of that together?”

“Well,” Rae pipes up, “Y/n and Charlie did say they will kill right before the game started. If you ask me, it’s not unbelievable. And Sykkuno was sorta on the shit list.”

“I’m writing down your name twice, Rachell.” You spit.

“Not helping your case at all, Y/n...” Dream worries, “And Rae makes a good point. Charlie and you have professed desire for murder. I’m just saying! It’s a bit suspicious, you know?”

The next words to leave Corpse’s lips sound incredibly smug, “See?” He drawls.  The pressure is getting to you - you don’t understand where this beguiling talent of his to convince literally everyone comes from, but it doesn’t inspire any confidence. Your fist suddenly feels incredibly lonely, so useless - oh, how you long to swing at him, “It’s definitely Y/n.”

“I dunno...” Toast mumbles.

“It’s Y/n.”

“Corpse-” You try, but he's ignoring you - shocker, as if he hadn’t been doing that from the very start of this stupid game - and chanting your name like it’s a fucking mantra or something, a smile in his voice, knowing, relishing in the fact that he’s grating on your nerves, “FIRST OF ALL,” You scream into the mic, successfully cutting him off; catching your breath, you exhale, and continue, calmly, lowly,  “get my pretty name out of your mouth.” 

There’s a pause full of tense silence. 

Then, there’s a sound, seemingly stuck in the back of his throat, “...O-Oh...?”

“Second of all,” You continue, words like honey dipped in arsenic, “This is the clearest smear campaign I have ever witnessed. By how hard you’re trying to frame me for fuck knows what reason, I’m led to believe it’s you that killed them. You’re the Impostor.”

“Corpse wouldn’t kill Sykkuno, though.” Rae comments, skeptical.

“Then the other Impostor did it.” You counter.

“Maybe you’re both Impostors.” Pokimane chirps.

“Y/n would never betray the Big Dick Alliance like that.” Charlie states.

You grin, “Charlie, I literally love you.” 

“Wait hold up now,” Corpse seems to get his bearings together, “what’s this about love I’m hearing?”

“I have none for you, dick.” You snap, flipping him off. Your chat cheers. While he can’t see it, you hope he senses it through the screen, “I officially hate you.”

“No, wait-”

“Boo, Corpse, you suck.” Toast laughs.

“Y/n, please-”

“Let’s all vote for Corpse Husband, okay?” You say it like it’s his full official name with an encouraging smile and multiple soft nods. Sykkuno can’t be here to nod, so you’ll do it for him. You eye the rapidly decreasing timer before clicking on Corpse’s figure and voting for him. The VOTED icon instantly pops up beside your adorable astronaut.

“Baby, I-” It slips past his lips so easily, as if he’s not even thinking about it, like it’s only natural to call you that and a spike of anxiety shoots up, making you glare. It’s only halfhearted. You try your best to ignore the rapid and uncoordinated pulses of your heart. Replace unwanted feelings with anger and hate - works like a charm, every time.

“You are not allowed to call me that.” You hiss. The chat spams snake emojis. 

“Wait-” Bretman chimes, “Hold up, y’all, slow down a minute. Why does Corpse never call me baby?”

“Yeah!” Pokimane agrees, “I want to be baby, too!”

Pokimane may not have been called baby, but you just single-handedly decided her nickname for her - Target 4. Welcome to the shit list, she is officially your public enemy number 1. You aren’t sure why the thought of Corpse ever referring to anyone else as baby makes you sick to your stomach (you actually do know why, but brain no think at the moment), but you wish this whole conversation never happened. You don’t like it.

20 seconds left. More VOTED icons appear by your friends. Corpse is the last one to cast his ballot at, you assume, you, as the rest wait for his quick explanation before everyone (or not) returns to the game, “...Because she’s my baby.”

Goodbye. Life had been sweet, and there was sorrow, though the amount of embarrassment you feel now is worse than when the internet found your cringe worthy high school pictures on your mom’s Facebook. It’s a mixture of dread and excitement - the pleasure of being noticed, cherished even, though anxious from vulnerability. Someone is screaming a very prolonged “WHAAAAT?!”, or maybe multiple people are, you aren’t sure, your ears start to hurt from the loud, conflicting cacophony of voices as you stare blankly at the screen. You received two votes, just like Corpse, Charlie got one, the rest skipped. With no one flung out, you all find yourself back in Cafeteria again.

Baby. My baby? My baby. My baby. The sentence is playing ping-pong in your mind, reverberating louder each time. You’re actually speechless for the first time in your life; your chest hurts, your heart beating so fast your hands start shaking. Had he meant it? Or was this a some joke? Was he trying to get a rise out of you again? You might just go insane from so many questions. My baby. Holy shit, this is a heart attack, this is what a heart attack feels like, dear God, you figured you at least had ten years before you get one!

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First round ends with IMPOSTORS raining victorious. Your sixth sense had been working wonders since, true to you previous estimate, it had been Corpse. His companion was Pokimane. For absolutely no reason what’s so ever, you change her name once more from Target 4 to Target 1. Normally, you’re all for girls supporting girls. Men don’t deserve anything, really, but now you’re so flustered and still reeling from what you are 80% sure was cardiac arrest that you genuinely don’t care about your established morals.

Round two starts without much deliberation. You get CREW MATE again; the game must sense your growing bloodlust, making sure that once you do get IMPOSTOR, you will not hold back. True power is granted to those who are ready and strong enough to wield it. You wait for your moment with bated breath.

Charlie is taken from you too early. The two of you were once again caught in a discussion - God knows about what, Minecraft, hentai, oh! your server! - as you tried to card swipe for the umpteenth time. The lights blew out and you just knew one of you was getting murdered there and then. Charlie’s voice abruptly cut off, and you think a part of you died with him.

It’s a cold meeting; with your new best friend being the first to go, everyone decides to skip. You proclaim you seek vengeance. When the meeting comes to an end, Sykkuno is the first to offer his condolences.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He says, and while he’s not in Brooklyn, you somehow feel him patting your back. You feign a sniffle.

“There’s nothing to apologize for...” You murmur sadly, “Unless...” Your voice turns sharp as the knife that was surely twisted into Charlie’s back, “It was you?”

“NO!” He exclaims, “I would never-you gotta believe me! I would never kill him. I know he’s important to you. I wouldn’t do that, I swear.”

“He was like a brother to me.” You admit, solemn, “Charlie, if you’re haunting me right now, know I will avenge you. I will not let this go.”

Sykkuno hums, circling around you, “Hey, I have a task in Greenhouse. Would you, uh--Would like to, uhm, join me?” Despite the shaky start, he finishes on a firm, pleasant note. He’s trying to cheer you up. Having lost your closest friend, he’s offering you his company. You accept with a soft smile and a cute “Yes, please!” and he releases an airy little laugh. The two of you make your way to your favorite place in map MIRA.

It’s difficult to stay sad for long when Sykkuno’s so sweet; the atmosphere of the Greenhouse is strangely calming; your problems seem to be left behind the shut doors. If you tried hard enough, you could imagine being in an actual Greenhouse - the warm, damp air clinging to your skin, the unmistakable smell of earth and vegetation, the pleasant silence broken only by yours and his hushed voices and clumsy footsteps.

The two of you are talking. Mainly about your choice of attire. Cat first, Sykkuno ponders aloud, doing his task as you watch the plants grow, now bunny, what’s next? You affirm that you will most likely dress up in cow-print next, or as an adorable sheep. He laughs, admitting you’ll look good in anything before he trails off. His awkwardness is really endearing. 

“Or!” You chirp happily, content with being locked away with him for the whole game. The idea must be playing in his mind, too, because he seems in no rush to leave, “I could, like, dress as someone from My Hero Academia. I watched the stream you did with Stella, the one where she made you look like Todoroki. It was really cute. You were really cute.”

“Oh, uhm-well, uh, thank you, thanks, I, uhm-” He clears his throat, and despite his stutter, you hear the smile in his voice, “I-I think you’d look better, though. Not as Todoroki. Or, probably as Todoroki, too. But, uhm, what character are you thinking about?”

“Maybe Momo?”

“Momo!” He yeps, “Momo is good. Yeah, she’s great. You’ll-uhm-you’ll look amazing. Really. Momo is awesome. Very pretty. Just like you.”

You are blushing. A stupid, toothy grin makes your cheeks hurt. Your eyes flicker to the chat, but again, it’s going wild. Giggling, you thank him for his sweet words, so giddy it’s honestly embarrassing. Why can’t you stop smiling? This is incriminating. You hide your lips behind your palm.

“...What’s this?” Corpse question. You had failed to note his sudden appearance, too busy gushing. “Am I interrupting?”

“Hey, Corpse!” Sykkuno greets. For someone so awkward and shy, he sure is good at hiding it when he wants to. Perhaps it’s all an act and you had been deviously tricked! Probably not, but you can’t help but narrow your eyes suspiciously, finally able to calm down. You definitely underestimated him, you just haven’t figured out how yet, “Not really! Y/n was sad Charlie died so I took her here.”

“You interrupted our date, dipshit.” You deadpan. 

“...Fuck you say?” Corpse dares, his voice low and somewhat menacing - for someone who exclusively portrays his emotions through only his voice, he’s incredibly hard to read. This is payback. Your love for wreaking havoc resurfaces suddenly. Serves him right for pulling all this ignoring shit at the start. Maybe you’ll make him say oh again.

Your sly smirk is promptly wiped. Fuck. He said oh, he literally said oh out loud. The Teruhashi fangirl in you is screaming. You had been so caught up in defending yourself you didn’t even register it at first. Alarmed, you look at the camera, then at the chat. First oh, then my baby. There’s no way he had been teasing you, and this proves it. Holy shit. You mouth the words “HE SAID OH!” for your audience only.

now she notices

snail pace baby we’ve been loosing our shit for the past hour 

corpse x y/n saikik au enemies to lovers 500k words slow burn im here for it

opening wattpad rn^

Your heart races in your chest - it might be considered an Olympic medalist at this point; flustered yet again, you wish you could cave into yourself. You should’ve brought your bright blue wig with you to Brooklyn. Turns out it would have been perfect for this stream. Yes, yes thinking about unnecessary details always works in distracting you from the butterflies throwing a fucking rave in your stomach. 

“I guess it is a date!” Sykkuno admits, “Kinda after a funeral, but still.”

Corpse hums. You’re still too stunned to say anything. The black astronaut with adorable cat ears approaches Sykkuno. 

“It’s not.” He states. Your mouth falls open in shock as your date, your companion, the Shoto to your Momo is murdered in cold blood right in front of you. His lifeless body, cut in half, lays on the tiles by the growing flowers, right beside you, “You didn’t see shit.”

“...I didn’t see shit.” Is all you can utter, breathless and terrified.

“Thaaaat’s fucking right, baby.” Corpse coos, “Now I’m gonna report it, and I’ll say we found Sykkuno together. Better stick close to me after the meeting, got it?”

If Sykkuno is Shoto, then Corpse is definitely Dabi. 

why is that kinda hot tho omg

didn’t know i needed dom corpse since now but i do

y/n looks like shes boutta throw up lmao 

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You follow him around like a lost puppy - because what else is left for you to do!? You’re helpless in this situation. He’s got you in the palm of his hand, successfully eliminating everyone you had previously interacted with. First it was Charlie, then Sykkuno, even Sean, who said hello in passing, was shot instantly. Real Sangwoo behavior. You almost want to scream warnings at everyone to not approach you. You cannot mourn another lost crew mate, you don’t think your conscience can take it. But words fail to form. You’re too weak. You fake cry to your audience. They’re quick to remind you to stop acting like a little bitch.

“Mean.” Is all you say, eyeing the comments.

“Hm?”

“Was talking to the roaches.”

“What are they saying?”

“That I should betray you.”

“...Better not.”

A shiver shoots up your spine and you half believe he will bust down your door and drag you into his basement for real. A nervous laugh slips past your lips, “I won’t, I won’t.” You reassure him, “Don’t worry, I’m sticking with you. I haven’t seen shit.”

“I like that you listen to me. You always this agreeable?”

“You’re kinda not giving me a choice right now.” You grumble, vending yourself a drink while he looms behind you, protecting you. From who?! Himself?!

“Oh my fucking God, finally,” Bretman exclaims, “girl, I’ve been running around the whole map trynna find someone, is everyone like, dead?”

You’re scared to reply. Corpse does it for you, “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, maybe? Not sure. Where have you been?”

“Oh you know,” Bretman grins, “doing tasks, talking shit, the usual. You two are not, like, Impostors right?”

You shoot a look at Corpse, but he obviously can’t see it. Biting your lip, you murmur, “Nope.”

“Just your regular crew mates doing regular crew mate things.” Corpse says, no, purrs. Because that’s not suspicious at all. You’d recommend Bretman to run, and not only because that sounded shady as fuck. But he seems to enjoy danger, or he just doesn’t care.

“Hmmmm, crew mates, sure. Miss girl Y/n,” He’s addressing you now; you smile anxiously, “How come every time I see you, you’re with a different man?! Like damn, leave some for the rest of us, for real!”

You like Bretman. You like his high-pitched whine and drawl. You would like him even more if not for the complex situation at hand. You fear for his life. Chewing at your bottom lip, you snicker, “Sorry, Bret. I can leave you Corpse if you want?”

He laughs, “Girl, I’d say yes so fucking quick, but I know he wouldn’t want that. Normally I wouldn’t care, but y’all are such a cute couple it’s making me not want to be a shady motherfucking bitch. Changing my ways, embracing the lord. Love it.”

 Corpse doesn’t correct him that you are, in fact, not dating. His lack of reaction unnerves you slightly. Does he...? No! No think! Only exist! You catch that train of thought and steer it away from forbidden territory. Looks like it’s up to you to clear the air, and that is exactly what you do after trying to swallow down the lump in your throat, “Uh, we’re not together, actually. We’re just really good friends.”

“Bitch, then move over,” Bretman says snappily,”go like, back to your other boyfriends. Or find another one. I think I saw Dream near Navigation.”

“Near Navigation, huh?” Corpse hums thoughtfully. It’s a subtle warning, but you catch it. Yeah, even if you try running, Dream’s going to join your other ‘boyfriends’ in the afterlife. Granted, killing someone by just talking with them is kind of cool. Or maybe Stockholm Syndrome is finally kicking in, “Bret, the thing is, Y/n’s scared of dying, so she asked me to stay with her.”

It’s disturbing how good at lying he is. It is also really really attractive, as bizarre as that is.

y/n stop being in a toxic relationship with corpse challenge

making fanart of this omg her face

its the blushing for me girl get your head outta the gutter!

^she cant, it lives there

“Baby, you’re gonna fucking die if you stick with her,” Bretman points out, “have you noticed the mortality rate of her partners? Rest in peace, daddy.”

“He’s right, you know.” You mutter, dramatically looking to the side, “I’m no good, Corpse.”

“Not leaving you, end of discussion. Bretman, join us?” Corpse offers, catching you by surprise. He might still be lying, though. Creating a false sense of security before eliminating Bretman. Probably would laugh while doing it, too. Wow, he truly is evil.

Turns out he doesn’t have to do any of that, because when Dream strolls into Cafeteria, he kills Bretman instead. The two Impostors are finally revealed. You promised not to snitch on Corpse, but you didn’t say shit about not exposing Dream. You press the REPORT button and say just that: “Dream just murdered Bret right in front of me and Corpse.”

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The last meeting is called. Dream had been voted out with the help of Corpse, and now only you, he, and Rae remain.

“Baby, you know what to do.”

The VOTED icon pops up beside Corpse’s astronaut. Rae wheezes, “No! Y/n, it’s not me, you gotta believe me, I swear it’s not me!”

“...I really don’t know,” You murmur, “I’ve been with Corpse a lot, and...Rae, I’m not sure...”

“Please! I swear it on my Kagayama cardboard cut out, I’m not the Impostor, please! You know me, I’d never lie to you like this.”

“She’s definitely lying.” Corpse says, sounding pleased.

“Don’t listen to him! Remember, during the first round, when he tried to convince us that you were the Impostor? He’s doing the same shit to me!”

“I also remember you agreeing with him.” You remind her.

“I was stupid! Small dumb brain moment! He was using us to win! He’s using you right now!” She votes, “Please, Y/n, make the right choice.”

You’re silent for a moment.

“I’m gonna...I’m gonna vote for who I think it is.” You lastly say.

A slow, lazy grin makes it’s way onto your lips, eyes gleaming mischievously. You had not forgotten your promise to your brother from another mother, you had not forgotten the pride of the BDA, you had not forgotten your beautiful friendship. Two miniature astronauts pop up by Corpse’s at the exact moment Rae screeches “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!”

“Fuck.” Is all Corpse says with a laugh.

The screen changes, informing of the first CREW MATE victory.

Your ears are assaulted with different voices as you appear in the lobby.

“Now that’s what I’m fucking talking about.” Charlie raves, “I swear to fucking God, Y/n, you even got me going for a second. Pulled some 1000 IQ shit right there. It was fucking amazing. Best back stabbing I’ve seen in a while, and I’ve seen a lot.”

“That was absolutely fantastic, Y/n.” Sean applauds, “I really thought you joined Corpse like some crew mate accomplice or something. Can’t believe you switched on him at the last second.”

“That’s my wifey!” Rae cheers, strolling to you, “Love you, mwah.”

“Hey, Corpse,” Charlie calls him, “How does it feel to be a fucking loser?”

“I’m surprisingly fine with it.”

yeah he would be lmao

mom is the best snake ever i love you sm y/n

rae and y/n’s friendship....the feeeeeels

As the rest sing your praises for another solid minute or two, the third round begins. CREW MATE again. Though, just because you’re stuck as an underpaid worker in a dying spaceship, it doesn’t mean you’re innocent. Your last round proved that quite well. You can’t help but silently snicker.

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TAGLIST IS CLOSED!

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more tags are in the comments bcs tumblr only allows me to tag 50 people max 💙

[fruitcoops]

Guess the Two of Us

Hey folks! I’ve been watching Cut videos recently to get inspiration for more Lions social media fics and have found several wonderful ideas. This is based on the video where someone has to match up couples from a group people they’ve never met--I love O’Knutzy, but seeing as they’re not out yet, I did not include them in this.

Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove, but Grace is mine! Let me know if you’re still enjoying the social media fics :)

“Do I just talk to the camera?” a young woman in a yellow dress asked. Someone offscreen nodded and she smiled. “Hello, hockey fans! I’m Grace and I’ll be doing a video for the Lion Pride channel today.”

“Grace, do you keep up with the hockey world?” Marlene’s voice was a bit muffled behind the camera.

“Not at all, I’m more into softball, baseball, that kind of thing.”

“Do you live in Gryffindor?”

“Nope! I’m visiting family and I was in the coffee shop across the street when someone offered to have me film a video for the network.”

“We’re going to bring ten people out and you’re going to match the couples. Sound good?”

“Oh, god, this is going to be hard,” Grace laughed. “Sure, I’ll give it a tryrst.”

“Alright, the rest of you can line up behind her. Grace, I’ll tell you when you can turn around and start guessing. You can ask them to hold hands, kiss, dance, whatever will give you a better idea of their relationship.” Ten people walked out from behind the camera into a loose semi-circle. “Ready? Go!”

“Whew, okay, no pressure.” Grace turned to face them. “Okay, first one.” She bit her lip and scanned the group, then pointed to Lily and Natalie hesitantly. “You both look very nice and very intimidating. Could you come here for a second and hold hands?”

“Are you using new moisturizer?” Lily asked as she twined their fingers together; Kasey covered his mouth in the background. “Your hands are so soft.”

Grace looked between them for a moment, narrowing her eyes. “As much as you two would make an absolute power couple, I think you’re just really good friends. Who’s the guy that’s laughing over there?”

“I’m Kasey,” he said around his laughter.

“You’re her boyfriend, aren’t you?” She gestured to Natalie; he didn’t answer the question, but she nodded anyway. “Yeah, I’m calling it.”

“Nat, Kasey, you guys can stand over to the left,” Marlene said.

“I’m feeling a little better now, this is good!” Grace said as she faced the others again, bouncing on her toes a bit. “Tall guy and slightly shorter guy, can you come up?”

“Since when am I ‘slightly shorter guy’?” James grumbled as he walked over with Sirius.

“Since we met! I’ve always been taller than you.”

“The banter is a good sign,” Grace mused. “Hmmm. If you’re comfortable, could you give him a kiss on the cheek?” Sirius leaned down and planted one on James, who grinned. “This is tough. You’re either dating or just, like, peak best friends.”

“You can ask them to say, ‘I love you’,” Marlene suggested out of frame.

Grace turned back to them. “Could you?”

They faced each other and James took Sirius’ hands, looking deep into his eyes. “I love you.”

“Love you, too—” Sirius caught himself at the last second and Grace sighed.

“You were going to finish that with ‘dude’ or something, weren’t you?” she asked; his poker face broke immediately. “Damn it. I thought I had that one.”

“She’s good at this,” Lily commented from the line.

“Can you come to the front for a second? Sirius, you can head back.”

Lily stuck her hands in her pockets as she stood next to James. “I get the slightly shorter guy. Nice.”

Grace paused. “At first I was almost positive you were together, but now I feel like you would step on him. Is that rude?” Everyone else started cheering and she smiled as James flushed. “Sorry, you just have a presence!”

“Thank you!”

“Alright, I can’t decide. You can both go back,” she finally said. Remus gave Lily a nudge as she returned to her place and Grace’s eyebrows rose. “Sweater guy, can you step up to the plate?” Remus obliged and she tilted her head to the side. “So, I was going to say you were Lily’s boyfriend because of the little moment back there, but there is no way you’re heterosexual.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose as the rest of the group burst out laughing. “I mean, you’re right, but holy shit that was fast. Twenty-five years of pretending to be straight, wasted.”

“Hey, same!” They high-fived and she surveyed the other seven people. “Hmmm. Can the guy in the red shirt come over for a minute?” Talker walked over with a wide grin on his face. “Oh, the vibe is definitely there. I feel like he steals your sweaters.” Out of Grace’s sightline, dawning horror overtook Sirius’ face. “Can you hug?”

“Yeah, sure.” Talker held his arms out and Remus settled into them, giving him a tight squeeze around the chest.

“I can see it, I can see it,” Grace said, nodding. “Yeah, I think you two are a couple.”

“Three pairs left,” Marlene said.

“How are all of you so pretty?” Grace sighed as she turned back to the group. “Can the lady in the purple shirt and the one who looks like she could bench-press me come forward? What do you two do for a living?”

“Professional hockey,” Noelle said.

June grinned. “I’m a mechanic.”

“That’s so cool. Hmm. Could you slow dance for a second?” June wrapped her arms around Noelle’s waist, leaving a decent amount of room between them as they swayed. “You’re so cute together, oh my god.”

“Is that a yes?” June asked as they separated.

“Absolutely.” Grace blew out a long breath. Only James, Sirius, Heather, and Lily were left. “This is so difficult. How did it get harder with fewer people? Well, the lovely lady in the jacket has a rainbow pin, so I’m going to say you two are together. I am a hundred percent sure those two guys aren’t dating because of the ‘bro’ thing, but there’s nobody else left.”

“Do you want to do a rematch before your final decision?” Marlene offered.

Grace looked over at the group of already-paired couples on the left. She hesitated, then shook her head. “I know I got at least two wrong, but I don’t want to mess everything else up.”

“In that case, you’re going to face the camera and close your eyes. Everyone, get together with your real partners and put rings on if you have them.”

“Rings?” Her jaw dropped. “Some of them are married?”

“There’s one married couple and two are engaged.”

“If I accidentally ruined someone’s future, please know that I am so sorry.”

“There’s a very low chance of that,” Sirius said as he slid his ring on.

“Okay, Grace, turn around.”

Grace turned and covered her mouth with both hands. “Awww! How many did I get right?”

“One.”

“One?” Kasey and Natalie waved, and she sighed. “Please tell me you’re at least engaged.”

“Nope, sorry.”

“Shit.”

“Let’s start with this end,” Marlene laughed. “Pots, Lils, go ahead.”

“For the record, she could definitely step on me.” James grinned and kissed Lily’s temple. “We’re the married ones.”

“Wait, that’s so cute,” Grace said softly. “I totally see it.”

“So, why didn’t you pair them up?” Marlene asked.

“I don’t know! It seems so obvious now. How long have you been together?”

Lily leaned her head on James’ shoulder. “We met about eight years ago, had a baby last winter, and got married this past summer.”

“Congratulations!” June and Heather walked up next, hand-in-hand. “Well, at least I didn’t put either of you with one of the guys.”

June shrugged. “Noelle’s a cutie. If I wasn’t already engaged to the love of my life, I’d go there.”

“I put you two together because you had the jock-for-jock thing going, but this right here is couple goals.” Grace sniffled slightly. “Is it normal to get emotional about other people’s love?”

“You have three other couples to get through, you can’t cry yet!” Heather teased playfully as they moved to the end of the line.

Natalie winked. “You had us figured out right away.”

“Your boyfriend couldn’t stop laughing!”

Kasey snorted. “Sorry, it’s just that there’s a running joke among our friends that Lily and Nat are the true power couple. Even I didn’t notice the hand lotion, and we live together.”

She gasped as Talker and Noelle took their place. “Wait, what?”

“Surprise, I’m not a lesbian!” Noelle said, doing jazz hands. “Very flattered, though.”

“How do all these make so much sense?” Grace shook her head in disbelief. “At least I wasn’t wrong about the jock-for-jock vibe for one of the couples.”

Marlene stepped slightly into view. “Why didn’t you put Thomas and Noelle with each other?”

Grace shrugged. “They both had such good chemistry with the other people in the group. I’m sure I would’ve paired them up if I had seen them together, though.”

“Alright, final couple.” Talker and Noelle joined the back of the line; Sirius wrapped his arms around Remus’ waist as they stepped forward.

“You were right about the jock thing for two of the couples, actually,” Remus said with a grin. “Very impressive.”

“How did I miss this?” Grace looked at the camera crew, then back at them. “How the hell did I miss this?”

“Don’t worry, we were all oblivious for about three and a half months,” James said ruefully.

“Are you all friends?”

“All the guys play for the Lions, Gryffindor’s hockey team,” Marlene explained.

“The hockey questions make a lot more sense now. Does that mean you two play for the same team?”

“Literally or figuratively?” The corners of Sirius’ mouth twitched up as James rolled his eyes. “Yes, and yes. I’m the team captain.”

“I play wing,” Remus said.

“Did you two meet through hockey?”

Remus made a ‘so-so’ motion. “Sort of. I was the Lions’ physical therapist for two years before I was a player. We started spending more time together after Sirius broke his ankle.”

“Are you the other engaged couple?” Sirius beamed and held up his left hand. “Yeah, I thought so. Congrats, you’re both adorable!”

“Merci.”

“Do you want to sign us off, Grace?” Marlene asked as Sirius and Remus rejoined the rest of the group.

She turned to the camera and waved. “Thanks for watching, everyone!”

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My Sunflower My Star

Buck Barnes x reader Soulmate AU

 (Hello Sunflower Part 2)

Summary:  Your soul mark appears on your 18th birthday. What do you do when your father is a part of Hydra and your soul mark binds you to the Winter Soldier.

Warnings: None really, bit of violence, couple of cuss words

Word Count: 2.6k 

A/N: New Edit 3/18: Mostly minor things but still worth a reread Here is the revised chapter two. Let me know what you think and if you have any requests for future parts. Also I originally got the idea for this after reading Wolf, Partner Gloves... by @revengingbarnes so check it out!

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It was on one of your missions when you had first seen it, the sunflower on his hip. He was changing after taking his shower and in your mind everything clicked. You stared at it mesmerized, you could see the scars littered across its length from where Hydra tried to remove it from his skin. But it was still as vibrant as the mark that graced your hip. You were pulled out of your reverie by an almost imperceptible chuckle coming from the usually stoic soldier.

 “Like what you see, doll?” You immediately averted your eyes, fighting to hide the telltale blush that you could feel coloring your cheeks. 

“I didn’t mean to stare, I just realized that I had never seen your soul mark before. Do you know who it is?” You asked, trying to steer the conversation away from your obvious staring. 

“No,” he looked confused, “I don’t believe I do, I can’t remember.” his brow was furrowed as he traced the tattoo. He shook his head, ridding his face of emotion, gone was the man, and the soldier stood in his place. 

Laying down with your back to him you let your mind wander. His tattoo was a sunflower, of course, it was, why else would you decide to call him that. Why else would your phrase work? Why else would he recognize you even when he couldn’t actually remember why? The nickname that you gave to him was his tattoo. You let tears fall from your face for the first time since you discovered your own soul mark. You cried for the future that you may never have with him, you cried for the pain he had endured because of your mark on his skin. And when all of your tears had been shed you allowed anger and determination take their place. You would not allow him to lie the rest of his life under the thumb of hydra, you would die before you let that happen. So in that cold hotel, you began to plan, you were going to save the winter soldier even if it killed you.

 So, as you fought to pin him on that concrete you hoped against hope that he would remember.

Pinning him, you could see the shift in his eyes as he recognized you. He had spent way too much time with you as the winter soldier to truly forget you. You spoke quickly and quietly to him between breaths. There was a flicker in his eyes as you spoke, spurring you on. His eyes weren’t completely clear showing that he was still in soldier mode, so you did the only thing you could think of, the only thing that you knew would get him moving. You gave him an order. 

"Soldier, change in mission, you are to come with me." You saw the flash of confusion on his face, gone as quickly as it arrived and you prayed that he would listen. He nodded and turned to follow you. You sprinted to the nearest car and hopped in. Catching Steve’s eye from the other side of the bridge. You looked at the girl next to him, knowing she would understand, you quickly signed "trust me" to her, she nodded and pulled on Steve's arm, letting him know what you said. He nodded at you before allowing her to pull him with her to follow Nat and escape

You rushed to get the car moving, throwing it into gear before peeling out and driving in the opposite direction as Steve and Natasha. You pressed the gas harder as the sound of sirens reached you, Hydra wouldn’t be far behind. You drove fast, weaving through the cars, noticing the cars following behind you as hydra started to catch up. Then you saw it, the opportunity you needed to escape, a way for them to believe you dead, or at least lost. The river. You looked over at Bucky his eyes were clearer than they were on the bridge. They mirrored the same determination you were feeling. He nodded and you turned the wheel. It felt as if time slowed as you hit the guardrail, the car careening into the murky water below.

You blinked the darkness from your eyes at the impact. The cold water rushing into the car and throwing your brain into high gear. There were gunshots above you, you would have to stay under as long as you possibly could. It was imperative that you made it as far away from the bridge and the hydra agents as you could.  Looking over at Bucky you both took a deep breath as the water closed over your heads. Everything felt muted as you escaped the flooded car, you swam, kicking your legs as hard as you could, using the current to drag your farther and farther downriver.

You burst out of the water coughing and gasping when you couldn’t hold your breath any longer. You scanned the water, looking for any sign of Bucky that you could find, You started to panic when you couldn’t see him. Shit, what if he didn’t make it, what if he got out earlier than you, what if something happened? Your swirling thoughts were interrupted by a head of dark brown hair bursting out of the river downstream from you. Gasping for air just as you had a few moments ago, your heart squeezed in your chest, tension leaving you at seeing him alive. You swam over to him, making your way to the bank of the river. Only exiting the river when you found an area that would mask your exit from anyone that came looking.

 You grabbed Bucky’s arm pulling him after you. Running towards the buildings lining the river, finding an alley to duck into you took a moment to assess your surroundings. You had a mental map in your mind of DC, thanks to all of your time on missions here. You took a second to figure out where you were in relation to your safe house. Bucky remaining blessedly quiet, letting you take the lead, scanning the area for any threats. You finally figured out the best way to get to your safe house without getting caught, mostly ducking through alleys and deserted side streets. It had been dark for a couple of hours by the time you arrived at the door of the nondescript brick building you had chosen.

You were shivering from head to toe as you walked around to the fire escape, using a hidden pole to pull the ladder from its place above your heads. You started up the ladder, waiting for Bucky when you reached the first landing. When he was safely beside you, you pulled the ladder back up so that you couldn’t be followed. You climbed to the middle floor of the building, you had set up traps on the floors above and below making it the safest place in the building. You pulled a brick out from near the window, taking the key you hid inside to open the locked window. You slipped through the small opening, pausing to listen for any hints that someone else was in the room. When you were mostly confident that it was just you, you pulled your gun from its holster and turned on one of the gas lamps.

You didn’t have to worry about anyone looking in since you had blackout curtains over each of the windows; the cameras that you had placed around the building gave you ample view of anyone that walked by. You walked through each room of the empty apartment checking every nook and cranny before holstering your pistol. Turning on a couple more lights and the heater, you walked back into the main living area. You smiled at the sight of Bucky standing in the middle of the room looking like a lost puppy, something that you would have never attributed to him before that moment. For the first time in months, you were able to relax. You motioned for him to sit at the table, walking towards the kitchen to make some dinner. You hadn’t eaten all day and you knew that Bucky was probably in the same boat. 

“Any requests for food?” you asked, glancing at the soldier. He was sitting in the chair as straight as a rod, muscles tense in case he needed to defend himself. You hated how Hydra had ruined his ability to feel safe. He moved his gaze from scanning the room to staring at your face. You waited patiently for him to answer, knowing that he wasn’t used to being asked for an opinion. 

“Umm, I don’t really know what foods I like, so anything is fine.” He finally said, looking self-conscious. You tread over to him, taking care to appear harmless, noticing the small tensing of his shoulders every step you took towards him. You held your hands out in surrender, kneeling in front of him to make your presence less threatening.

“I swear to you, you will never have any reason to fear me. I am here to help, and I could never hurt you. You are safe here, Hydra won’t find you here and if they do I will have your back until they are dead or I am.” you spoke softly but he could hear the conviction in your voice, and for some reason it made him trust you. He felt like he knew you and he was trying to figure out why. He nodded to you and you headed back to the stove, making a simple meal of grilled cheese and tomato soup. You placed the food in front of him and sat on the other side of the table, relaxing at the warmth of the food and the knowledge that at least for tonight you and Bucky were safe.

You discretely studied the man across from you. Taking a moment to look at your soulmate. A peaceful moment where you weren't being forced to fight him or stuck on a mission where you felt conflicted by the actions you were forced to commit. You just got to see him. You could tell that his hair was longer than the last time you saw him. The black that they had placed around his eyes was running down his cheeks from the river water. He was as buff as you had ever seen him and his metal arm was the same as always with the red star on his shoulder. But it was his eyes that captured your attention. Those piercing blue eyes were looking at you with confusion and just a hint of hope as he silently ate his food. His eyes were so much more expressive and so very different than when he was brainwashed. You gave him a small smile when you noticed his gaze. After you both finished stuffing your faces you set down your fork, took a deep breath, and spoke. 

"Alright," you paused, worried that you were about to regret the words coming out of your mouth, "ask me anything" He took a second, you swore you could see the gears turning in his head. 

"The man on the bridge, he knew me?" He spoke slowly as if tasting the words as they crossed his tongue. You gave him a small smile, and nodded, 

"Yes, he knew you, very well actually,” you took a deep breath and started playing with your fingers, “his name is Steve Rogers and you grew up together. Your name is James Buchanan Barnes, but your friends call you Bucky." He studied you intently while you reached around your neck and took off his dog tags, handing them to him, "these are yours, you were in WWII, and in 1943 you fell off a train and were captured by Hydra, you were brainwashed and frozen. They took you in and out of cryo, using you to do their bidding before throwing you back in." He slowly nodded, taking in your words and mulling them over before speaking. 

"I don't fully remember what all happened or what all I did but that sounds right." He raised his eyes to look straight at you again, "And you, I know you"

 You took a sip of your drink placing it carefully on the table before speaking 

"Yes, you know me" you started chewing on your lip as you decided how to proceed. "My father worked for Hydra since before I was born and when I was 10 they started testing on me. My father would take me with him and have me watch as they would put you in and out of cryo. I hated him before but seeing the torture and pain they put you through was what made me decide to find a way to get us both out. Then I turned 18, and everything went to hell. I got my soulmarks and blatantly disobeyed him. He had enough and tried to wipe me, they had done it before when I was younger, but this time they couldn't. I was too stubborn and already had a purpose that superseded anything that they could do. But I let them believe that they had won, that the brainwashing had worked. They had me fight and train with you as well as occasionally go on missions with you, once they believed me under their control." You saw the hint of a smile on his face as he recalled 

"You would always say that phrase, the one you said on the bridge." His gaze on you was intense and you couldn’t fight the smile that was threatening to escape, 

"Privet, podsolnukh, solntse vzoshlo, i tvoi mechty ispolnilis'. Hello, sunflower the sun is up and your dreaming is done. The sunflower is my favorite flower and so it seemed fitting for you."  There was an emotion in his eyes at that moment that you couldn't name. 

"You mentioned your soul marks, you have two?" You nodded slowly at his question, "… may I see them?"

 You felt as if your heart was stuck in your throat, for the first time since you turned 18 you felt ashamed of the tattoo that masked one of your marks. Unable to say anything you nodded and stood. Lifting the right side of your shirt and pulling the waist of your pants down just enough to see your tattoo. He stared at your hip a moment before looking up at your face,

 "I don't understand" he murmured as he looked back down at the night sky inked on your skin. 

You took a deep breath and started to explain, "My soul mark is a star, a red star," you pointed to the original star before continuing, "I couldn't let them use it against me so I got a tattoo to disguise it." You could see the question swirling in his eyes and you nodded. It felt electric when he brushed his finger over the star, and you couldn't help the gasp that passed your lips. He smiled, truly smiled, and it was in that moment that you decided you would spend the rest of your life doing whatever you could to see that smile again.

"And the other one?" he asked finally pulling his gaze from your hip. You quietly pulled up the sleeve of your shirt to show him the flowers and the wolf. Understanding crashed over him and he let out a breathy laugh.

"The Howling commandoes, it's referencing the unit that I was apart of with Steve near the end of the war, although I'm sure what the flowers mean."

"I looked them up," you offered, continuing when he nodded to you, "The Marigold is the flower for your birth month, it also means warm and undying love, as well as grief and sorrow. The Daisy stands for new beginnings, baby's breath is for everlasting, unconditional love, and the gladiolus is for strength and integrity." but the time you finished speaking you could see the tears in his eyes as the reality of what fate had placed on you to represent him sank in. He didn't say anything before he stood and lifted the left side of his shirt and you got to see the sunflower that extended from his hip up to his ribs, full of life and color, so different to the soldier that Hydra had made him into. You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes as you looked at him.

 "It is nice to officially meet you, my sunflower." You couldn’t help the watery laugh that escaped as he said those words. 

"It's nice to meet you my star, I have wished for this every day since I first got my marks." You replied. With that, he pulled you into his arms and you decided that this was your favorite place to be.

Tagged users: @calwitch @writerwrites

[exoticarmyofcrowns]

sing for me | kth

pairing: taehyung x fem!reader

summary: you have been living with your roommate for well over a year and the unresolved sexual tension between the two of you finally comes to a head

genre: romance, smut (VERY 18+ not for the littles), roommates au

warnings: masturbation, vouyerism??, fingering, thigh riding, attempted dirty talk, breath play, slight power play???, excessive use of the word “baby” and other pet names, kinda awkward discussion of feelings thrown in bc my characters never shut up when i want them to get it on sorry

word count: ~6.6k

a/n: hello~ um... i have no explanation for this. i am like half ashamed and half proud of this??? idek man. all i know is that i couldn’t have done it without @sugaerie​ so thank you so much my queen i love uuuu

You step through the door of your apartment, feet practically screaming with relief as you kick off your shoes.

Work was really kicking your ass lately. Add that together with the stress of grad school and you had a deadly concoction not even your favorite tea and copious amount of ibuprofen could protect you from. Your job as a cashier was pretty easy, you can’t lie, but constantly standing and running around the store did a number on your poor feet. Thank god you had weekends off—a perk of having worked there so long you practically had the manager wrapped around your pinky when it came time for scheduling—so you could sleep in for once.

Tossing your keys on the counter, you spare a glance at the clock above the stove as you walk into your small kitchen. It’s about a quarter to midnight. You figure Taehyung is still out with his friends, hitting up one of the bars downtown.

You sigh heavily at the thought of your roommate. Not because anything wrong with him. Taehyung is nothing short of incredible. He’s sweet and kind, always greeting you with the most adorable boxy smile that makes you feel like the only person in the universe. People gravitate toward him just as easily as he draws them in, a natural warmth that instantly puts others at ease in his presence. He’s generous and thoughtful, never missing an opportunity to surprise you at work with a coffee or just to see you. Those shifts are your favorites and maybe you’re a little spoiled because you often find yourself glancing at the entrance more often than not, trying to see if you can spot his dark, curly head from your register.

Not to mention Taehyung is incredibly stunning. Long dark curls frame his face in the most intimidatingly beautiful way it’s often hard to look away from him. He’s got piercing dark eyes that can stare right into your soul but that also crinkle beautifully at the corners when he smiles. His fashion sense is killer, obscure brands and fabrics lining his closet almost like a museum. You’re not sure how but he can wear just about anything and still manage to look like he just stepped off a runway.

He works as a freelance photographer and has quite the sizeable following on social media. He’s passionate about his work and it shows in the quality of his photos. You know next to nothing about photography but even you can see that the beauty and skill with which he wields his camera is nothing short of magical. Commissions are not hard to come by for him, though you’re more than positive it has just as much to do with Taehyung himself as it does his beautiful portfolio.

No, there is absolutely nothing wrong with Taehyung.

Only that he’s perfect and you have a massive crush on him.

Exhaling tiredly, you run a heavy hand down your face. Anyone else would be ecstatic about having such a wonderful, attractive roommate but you know things like this can only end in disaster. More than anything, Taehyung is your friend—your best friend, you would argue—and involving feelings into your relationship can only end poorly. The whole roommates thing just adds another layer of complication that is better left alone. You don’t shit where you eat, after all.

But it’s difficult. Taehyung is just so nice and likeable it’s unreal. You often find your thoughts wandering to dangerous places when you both are curled up on the couch together during movie nights, blankets and pillows and snacks scattered all over the living room, while he curls his body around you without a second thought. He’s naturally tactile, you try to remind yourself in an effort to calm your racing pulse but then he’ll laugh at something happening in the movie, his cheeks plumping up adorably, and you know you’re a lost cause as you feel your heart melt all over again.

It’s getting increasingly difficult to ignore your feelings for your roommate and you know something has to give eventually. In the last couple of weeks, there seemed to have been a shift in the air whenever you were around each other. Taehyung was still your adorable and playful friend but the hugs seemed longer, the touches more tender and lingering. You even think you’ve caught him staring at you a few times, a strange new darkness simmering beneath the chocolate irises.

Flushing with embarrassment and shame, you bury your face into your hands. Of course not. You’re just being ridiculously optimistic. You pull out a clean glass from the cupboard and fill it with water from the sink, hoping to dampen the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

Cleaning up, you decide to pamper yourself with a long hot shower complete with a nice sugar scrub and an in-shower face mask. You even spring for a shave, already excited for the feel of your sheets against the smooth, moisturized expanse of your legs. It’s the little things.

You hum lightly under your breath, already feeling the residual tension from the week bleed out as you gently massage your favorite lotion into your skin. Finishing up, you feel much more relaxed and so wonderfully clean you can’t help the smile that graces your lips as you move to head back to your room.

“___.”

It’s faint, so faint you think you imagine it but it still makes you freeze as you step out of the bathroom. Glancing down the short hallway that leads to your room, you blink for several seconds and wait to see if you hear it again. When nothing happens, you feel your heart resume its normal pace before rolling your eyes at yourself and continuing on to your room.

“___.”

This time it’s unmistakable and you can’t help the way the sound of your name makes you jump in fear. Now you’re in full-on panic mode and you anxiously scan the apartment. Your eyes catch on the faint light emanating from Taehyung’s room and you relax slightly. How had you not realized he was home already?

Your relief quickly morphs into confusion. Why would Taehyung be calling for you? Did he need something? Was he hurt? Stifling your self-induced panic, you quietly make your way over to his door. Despite having been in his room multiple times before, something feels off now. Almost like you shouldn’t be there. You can’t quite put your finger on it but something about the whole situation has you on edge…

You shake it off. It’s fine. You’ll just casually peep through the slightly ajar door and make sure everything is okay before marching off to bed to enjoy your evening in. Simple as that, right?

Wrong.

Whatever you thought you were going to see past the small opening of his door doesn’t hold a candle to the image that will undoubtedly be burned into your memory forever.

There, laying casually on his bed, is Taehyung. That in and of itself is not out of the ordinary. Except for the fact that he is naked save for the boxers he normally wears to bed, with a hand pulling desperately at his painfully red length.

It’s suddenly hard to breathe, air catching so violently in your throat you nearly choke audibly. Slapping a hand over your mouth and nose, you will yourself to calm down enough to take in the scene before you. Taehyung’s long legs are splayed almost elegantly across his sheets, deliciously thick thigh muscles clenching and unclenching from his ministrations. His hand glides skillfully over his cock, alternating between slow, languid tugs and fast, unyielding strokes. He throws his head back before tucking his chin in briefly, tongue flicking out to wet his lips before he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth. A hiss of pleasure melts into a throaty groan and heat pools rapidly in the pit of your stomach.

A voice in the back of your mind screams for you to get away while you can. You shouldn’t be here. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve lusted after your roommate, how long you’ve wanted to push him against any flat surface and have your way with him or let him have his way with you. It doesn’t matter that you want to do couple-y things with him too, like hold his hand and kiss those soft, pink lips because you are roommates—friends—and a fling like that could only end in disaster, especially when he doesn’t feel the same way. It doesn’t matter and you have to leave now before—

“___,” Taehyung groans once again, hands caressing up his lean stomach and you’re distracted by the way his muscles ripple with the attention. “Are you just going to stand there or are you gonna come help me?”

Something between a squeak and a cough leaves your throat in that instant and you wish the floor would open up and swallow you whole. You can’t bring yourself to move for a good second but Taehyung lets out another low moan and your feet move of their own accord into the bedroom.

If you thought he was beautiful before, he is absolutely glowing in the soft light of his bedside lamp. A light sheen of sweat coats his skin and you are overwhelmed with the urge to lick a stray bead that travels down his neck. Your breath is coming out in short pants and you try to subtly squeeze your thighs together to ease the ache. This does not go unnoticed.

“Hello, darling.” The words leave his lips in a low purr and a shiver zips down your spine. He’s smirking at you, hands still gripping his length but his pace has slowed significantly as if giving you a show. He seems perfectly comfortable despite the lack clothing, completely unfazed by your blatant staring. Like he wants you to look at him and only him. The thought has your face burning.

“T-Tae, what are you doing?”

“Isn’t is obvious, sweetheart? Surely I don’t need to spell it out for you, hm?” A particularly wet pass over his dick has him sucking in a gasp and you find you can’t look away. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips and Taehyung fixates on the motion, pupils blown wide and darkening further.

“Although you haven’t picked up on my blatant flirting so maybe I should.”

That snaps you out of your reverie. “Flirting?” You hate the way your voice sounds so weak and vulnerable but it can’t be helped.

“I haven’t exactly been subtle, ___. I’ve been—fuck—I’ve been trying to drop hints for the last few weeks now, hell, the last few months but you never n-notice.” He tugs at his bottom lip with his teeth again before releasing a heavy sigh.

Your head is spinning. This Taehyung is so different from the one you’re used to—yes, he’s still the same incorrigible flirt, but where he is usually giggly and playful he is now sensual and downright sinful. You think back over the past few weeks, the lingering touches, the casual hugs. Taehyung has always been touchy but they had felt charged with something else entirely. It’s good to know you hadn’t been making that up.

“I…” You truly don’t know what to say for yourself. “I didn’t know,” you murmur, feeling very very small all of a sudden.

Taehyung immediately stills at your tone and misinterprets it as discomfort.  “Oh. Oh god, ___, I’m so sorry.” Wrenching his hand away from himself, he scrambles on the bed, looking up at you with earnest, remorseful eyes. The waistband of his boxers snap shut in his frenzy and you almost mourn the loss of the desire-tinted skin. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I just thought that maybe you…maybe you felt the same?”

You’re so taken aback by the complete 180 he’s made that your response gets caught in the whirlwind of your thoughts, This is more like the Taehyung you know, kind and considerate, and you almost forget the situation you’re in. Almost.

“N-No!” you stammer, eager to assuage his uncertainty. ��I mean, yes, I-I…” You close your eyes tightly. “I do…feel the same.”

The way Taehyung looks at you after your stunted confession has your heart auditioning for a marathon and goosebumps prickling across your skin. You may as well have just hung all the stars in the sky with the amount of adoration swimming in his warm irises.

“I’m glad,” he grins brightly at you and you can’t help but smile back. You bite your lip out of habit and the smile fades from his face as he watches you.

Swallowing thickly, he rasps, “___, c-can I kiss you? Please.”

The desperation in his voice is not something you expect and a jolt of electricity zings down your spine. Dazed, you nod. That’s all Taehyung needs before he practically launches himself to his feet to grab you by the waist and pull you to him. His hand—the other hand that was not touching himself—cradles your face as he bends down to brush your noses together. A moment passes, Taehyung staring into your eyes to give you room to pull away. When you don’t, he smiles briefly to himself before surging forward to connect your lips.

The kiss is soft and warm, exchanging only the slightest bit of pressure as if you both are worried that you’ll frighten the other. Which is ridiculous, you think, since you have yet to run away. You bounce up on your toes to alleviate the reach for Taehyung and kiss him harder. He hums appreciatively as he nips at you, the sound tingling from your lips and down the length of your body. You shiver in his hold and move to wrap your arms around his neck to pull him impossibly closer. The distance disappears between you two and you feel his arousal poking at your stomach. You break the kiss to look down between you, bottom lip trapped between your teeth.

Glancing up at Taehyung from beneath your eyelashes, you marvel at how positively wrecked he looks. He’s still damp with sweat but his mouth is slightly swollen from your kisses and his eyes are so blown out they’re practically black with desire. You feel yourself clench hopelessly as the blood rushes loudly in your ears.

“Can I—Can I watch you?”

You’re just as surprised as Taehyung is to hear those words leave your mouth but you’re not quite thinking straight, not when he looks like that and you finally have him in a way you never thought you would. It’s overwhelming, to say the least, and you want to savor every moment together.

Taehyung doesn’t seem to be faring much better, the request making his breathing turn heavy as he leans down to rest his forehead against yours. “Are you sure, ___? Are you absolutely sure? Because once we start, I don’t think I can stop.”

Peeking up at him coyly, you respond, “Who says I’ll want you to?”

A beat. Then, Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut and practically growls at your words. His arm tightens around your waist and crushes your body to him as if trying to mold you together. You love it.

“Then sit back and enjoy the show.” His lips quirk into a lascivious smirk before crashing your mouths together once again. This kiss is different than the previous one, not one bit of hesitation lingering now. Taehyung’s tongue licks along the seam of your mouth insistently and your legs turn to jelly as you open up for him.

The kiss is over too soon but before you can mourn the loss of his lips, he pushes you down onto the bed and resumes his spot against the pillows. Tugging on his boxers, Taehyung pulls them down to discard them somewhere behind you. Heat pulses through you at the sight of his exposed flesh and your thighs rub together once again.

Taking himself in hand, Taehyung spreads his legs and begins a torturously slow pace. “You have no idea how long I’ve dreamt of this.” All the air in your lungs leaves you at the confession. You can’t even think clearly, much less think up a semi-coherent response, but he doesn’t seem deterred by your silence.

“I’ve always—shit—I’ve always wanted t-to kiss that pretty little mouth of yours, ravage it until you can’t think. Your mouth, your neck, anything I could get my lips on.” Your eyes eagerly take in the sight of the milky substance beading at the tip of his cock and making his passes even messier.

“Ah, fuck, I-I wondered what kind of sounds you would make. If you would gasp and sigh or if I could make you scream.” He twists his wrist as he glides over the head of his length and he gasps out loud, his breathing rough and ragged and oh so lovely.

“I’ve thought about what it would take you to make you beg for it.”

A whimper escapes your lips before you can stop it and heat blooms across your cheeks. Taehyung stills for a moment before resuming with a smirk.

“Oh? Does my baby like the sound of that? Of me making you beg for my cock?” You nod, stunned and aroused beyond belief. It’s as if your brain has short-circuited and all you can think about is the fantasy that Taehyung so beautifully illustrates for you.

“Dirty girl,” he chuckles, tonguing the corner of his lips. “I should have guessed at what a desperate little thing you’d be. Asking me to stroke my dick while you watch.” He tuts playfully, eyes never leaving yours.

Breathing has become steadily more difficult and you’re acutely aware of the dampness between your legs. You want nothing more than to relieve the ache but you’re so transfixed on the beautiful man laid out in front of you that you can do nothing more than squeeze your thighs together.

“Look at you,” Taehyung’s eyes rake down your form, taking in your lust-darkened gaze and heaving chest before lingering on the apex of your tensed thighs. “I bet you’re dripping, aren’t you? So eager to take my cock that I could just slip right in if I wanted to, hm?” Again you nod, fingers twitching as you grip the sheets beneath you. He laughs lowly and the sound washes over you and settles deep in your stomach.

“God, I bet you’d taste so sweet on my tongue. I would spend hours just buried between your legs if you’d let me. Every time you prance around the apartment in those scraps you call shorts, I just want to bend you over the couch and fuck you until you can’t walk. Would you like that, baby girl? Want me to sink my cock into that sweet cunt of yours? Make it mine, over and over again?”

You’re practically panting now, desperate sounds ripping themselves from your throat as Taehyung stares at you intensely, hand never faltering on his swollen erection. He seems to take pity on you because in the next moment, he murmurs a deep, “Come here, baby.”

Snapping into action, you nearly stumble over yourself in your haste to be close to him. He smiles, fondness flickering in his eyes beneath the lust at your eagerness. You crawl forward until you are settled on your knees between his legs. A feeling of shyness settles over you—absurd, given the circumstances—and you find yourself unable to meet his gaze. A hand winds around your waist and pulls you to him, forcing you to straddle one of his thighs. You feel a finger slip under your chin to coax you into looking at him. When you do, Taehyung offers a sweet smile.

“You still with me, sweetheart?” You go to nod but Taehyung clicks his tongue. “I need to hear you say it, ___.”

“Yes.” You’re proud that your voice doesn’t shake. “I want you, Tae.”

The finger on your chin turns into a forceful grip as he crashes your mouths together once again. It’s messy and desperate and you can’t help the loud moan that Taehyung swallows gleefully. You welcome his tongue into your mouth and when you give it a pointed suck, he lets out an answering groan low in his throat.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he pants against your cheek, planting wet kisses down your jaw and to the length of your neck. His lips meet the collar of your shirt but before he can even ask, you’re wrenching it off your body and onto the ground.

Taehyung seems at a loss for the first time since you’d walked into his room and you revel in the swell of pride that overtakes you. He can’t help but ogle greedily at the newly-exposed skin and you feel powerful knowing that you have his undivided attention.

Shaking himself out of his daze, Taehyung places a gentle kiss right above your heart before slowly making his way lower. The gesture is not lost on you and you find yourself melting further into his touch as your hand wraps around to tangle in the hairs at the nape of his neck. You can feel two hands ghost up your sides to tease the undersides of your breasts and you inhale sharply, chest pushing up into his mouth. Taehyung breathes a laugh onto your skin before cupping the soft flesh and placing almost reverent kisses upon their stiff peaks.

“Tae, please,” you whimper, eyes squeezing shut at the onslaught of sensations he is inflicting on you.

“Hmm, I like hearing you beg for me.” His tongue flicks against your pebbled nipple and you cry out, unable to hold back anymore. “My desperate baby girl.”

“T-Tae, ah, please don’t tease.”

“Don’t tease?” He punctuates the question with a sharp squeeze. “But you’ve been teasing me for well over a year, no? Walking around the apartment practically naked, with nothing but a t-shirt or these poor excuse for shorts.” Taehyung’s hands leave a lingering pinch before gliding down the length of your torso to the hem of your sleep shorts. Hooking a finger inside, he snaps the elastic back in place and you gasp. “No panties?” He asks in wonder, eyes fixed on your lower half.

Swallowing, you murmur, “I-I don’t usually wear them to bed.”

He lets out a throaty groan. “Fuck, you really—” He cuts himself off with another sharp exhale, head tipping backward as he squeezes his eyes shut as if in pain. Something nudges the side of your thigh and you look down at forgotten length between you, swollen and nearly purple. As if in a daze, you reach for the turgid flesh and let the tips of your fingers graze the head tentatively. Taehyung’s eyes snap open to look at you in shock and you freeze.

“Do that again. Please.”

You can hardly deny him when he looks so fucked out beneath you and your hand begins a tentative pace, stroking his dick like you had witnessed him do earlier.

“That’s it, atta girl,” he groans into your shoulder, kissing the skin almost absentmindedly. “Such a good girl for me.”

Your stomach plummets at his words, inner muscles clenching almost painfully. You’re so turned on your shorts are most likely unsalvageable but seeing Taehyung so wrecked and because of you makes it all worthwhile.

Keeping up the pace on his cock, you don’t even notice your hips begin to lower onto his thigh and rock down against him until he sits up from where he’d begun to slouch in pleasure, leg knocking up into your dripping heat.

“Fuck, baby. Look at you, grinding on my thigh like that.” His words send your heart stuttering in your chest. “Your poor little cunt has been neglected, hm? You’ve been such a good girl for me, stroking my cock and getting me ready. I think you deserve a reward.”

Taehyung grips your hips with bruising force and helps you grind harder onto his leg. The drag of your shorts against your swollen clit is a little too harsh but the sheer dampness of the fabric makes the glide much easier.

“I can feel you dripping onto my leg. You’re soaked, baby.” You’re delirious at this point, incoherent noises spilling from your lips as you work yourself over Taehyung’s thigh. It’s not long before you feel the pleasure mounting within you, hips pistoning back and forth even faster.

“That’s it, baby girl. Use me. Make yourself cum on my thigh. Get yourself nice and ready for my cock.” His hands run soothingly across your skin, sending your nerves on fire. You whine as you feel your orgasm approach with each pass of your hips.

“Come on, babe. Give it to me. Let me feel you cum all over me.”

With a strangled cry, you buck against Taehyung uncontrollably as you finally release all over his leg. You curl into him, hands tangling into his hair and tugging in order to keep yourself grounded. Your hips gradually slow as you ride out your high and you find it a struggle to catch your breath. The two of you stay like that for a few moments, letting the aftershocks wash over you.

“Oh, ___,” Taehyung murmurs in wonder. Almost sheepishly, you peek up at him from beneath your eyelashes to see him staring at you with such unadulterated reverence and want that your heart skips a beat. “You did so well, baby girl,” he rasps, lips ghosting over your face tenderly.

Face warm, you try to redirect the attention to him and begin placing gentle kisses along the length of his neck. Taehyung tilts his head back, eyelids fluttering prettily at your ministrations. Smirking to yourself, you trail your hand teasingly down the length of his chest to make your way down to his dick but he stops you with a firm hand around your wrist. Before you can even open your mouth to question him, he’s already flipped you over onto your back.

“Hmm, still so eager for my cock.” He nips playfully at your bottom lip, laughing when you move to chase him. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, we’re getting there. I have to get you ready first.”

Two of his fingers brush the swell of your mouth and you open immediately to take them in. Taehyung inhales sharply as you give them a pointed suck, eyes narrowing slightly to let you know that you will certainly pay for that later. The thought sends a shot of arousal to your core.

Taehyung removes his fingers and wastes no time in bringing them to the apex of your thighs. He makes quick work of your soiled shorts and suddenly, he’s all you can feel. A single digit swipes the length of your slit to circle around your clit, eliciting a hiss from the both of you.

“Oh, baby, you’re so wet,” Tae groans, in a trance. “All for me.”

He wasn’t really speaking to you but you nod anyway. “Yes, Tae. All for you.”

Eyes snapping to yours, he sinks one finger into your weeping heat and watches your face for any signs of discomfort. You tense slightly before relaxing and sending him a reassuring smile as a signal that he can continue. He pumps his finger in and out, letting you get used to the sensation before gently slipping in another. Scissoring the digits, Taehyung furrows his brows and bites his lip as he forces himself to be patient.

You, on the other hand, are having a much harder time controlling yourself. Soft whimpers escape you with every pump of Taehyung’s fingers. One particularly potent curl has you gasping for air as an animalistic growl tears itself from your throat, hips bucking harshly upwards.

“Gah, Tae—please,” you pant, hands flailing wildly for something to hold onto before settling on his hair.

“Anything, darling.” Taehyung inserts yet another finger and you begin to really feel the stretch, so much that it nearly becomes uncomfortable. A small noise of discomfort makes the man above you pause but he mouths at your temple reassuringly. “I know, baby, I know. But I have to make sure you’re ready for me.”

Right then, he curls his fingers just as he did before and you’re seeing stars again. He places adoring kisses along your jaw before dipping for another taste of your mouth. You eagerly accept him, opening fully to him as your hips roll along with the rhythm of his fingers.

Breaking away, you pant, “I’m ready, Tae.”

“Are you sure?” Looking deeply into your eyes, he must find what he’s looking for because he nods lightly and kisses you breathless. He reaches over to his nightstand and rummages in his drawer. The crinkle of a wrapper hits your ears, making your face warm slightly as the reality of the situation hits you full force. You were really doing this. The fact that the man that you’ve pined after for so long is here with you—actually likes you—is so surreal you’re not quite sure how to process it but you’ll be damned if you didn’t enjoy every second of it.

Once he has rolled the condom on, Taehyung moves upward to cup your face between his hands. “Before we begin, are you absolutely s—”

“Tae, I swear to god if you do not get inside me in the next three seconds I will flip us over and do it myself.”

Taehyung blinks before chuckling. “There will be plenty of time for that, sweetheart. But for right now…” His smile turns sinister, prompting anticipation to swirl deliciously in your stomach. “I’m calling the shots.”

He takes himself in hand and rubs the tip up and down the length of your folds. Your eyes flutter when Taehyung collects your pooling arousal, making a complete mess of you.

When he pushes in, your mouth drops open in a silent gasp. He’s big—of course he is—bigger now that he’s entering you and you can’t deny that the stretch is more than welcome. You glance up at Taehyung’s face and are pleased to see that he looks just as wrecked as you feel. He locks eyes with you, dark irises burning with lust but also something deeper. Something…soft and warm. The thought sends your heart pounding in your chest.

As he bottoms out, Taehyung makes sure to probe your face for any signs of discomfort. He doesn’t find any and tentatively thrusts into you, eyes never leaving yours as he does. You gasp, nerves tingling as a whine tears itself from your throat, soft and breathy.

“That’s it, angel,” Taehyung pants in your ear. “Sing for me. Let me know just how good I make you feel.”

You clench helplessly, reveling in the low grunt it earns from the man above you. He begins to pick up the pace, hips snapping fiercely against yours so that the only sound is the harsh slap of skin against skin mingling with your eager breaths.

“Such a tight little cunt, even after you’ve already cum once.” His voice is even raspier with the force of his thrusts and you practically keen at the sound. “I wonder how many times I can make you lose it.”

You sob, hips rising desperately to meet his. “P-Please,” you cry, unsure what it is you’re asking for but it doesn’t matter because he props himself up to get a better angle, looking down at your writhing form.

“Such a desperate little baby.” He punctuates the pet name with a particularly harsh snap of his hips and your eyes roll into the back of your head. You can already feel your second orgasm rising within you, all you need is a little push.

“You know,” Taehyung begins, concentrating his thrusts to a slow roll, “I’ve always been curious about one thing.”

Before you can ask what it is, you see his hand snake between you, gliding across your stomach, between the valley of your breasts, to settle at the base of your throat. Your eyes widen of their own accord, breath stuttering as you realize the intention. Taehyung’s eyes hold a silent question and you nod, albeit a bit desperately, prompting him to wrap his long fingers steadily around the lowest part of your neck.

“Fucking filthy,” he whispers in awe, gaze alternating between your face and the sight of his hand wrapped around your pretty neck. He thinks he could watch this forever. Squeezing experimentally, Taehyung watches with utter delight at how quickly you fall apart under his grip. Your hands scramble to claw at his arm, not to pull it away but to keep him locked in place.

“Poor baby just wants to be choked and fucked senseless, is that it?” You nod jerkily, pleasure fogging your mind and making you delirious. You couldn’t talk even if you tried but the way your hips buck up into his needily tell him all he needs to know.

“So honest,” he chuckles, increasing the pressure slightly. “Good girls get what they want.” Taehyung pulls his hips back, so far that only the tip remains inside you, before snapping back in full-force. The pace he sets is brutal and you can feel his hip brushing relentlessly against your clit.

“T-Tae,” you gasp, stomach tightening as a particularly well-timed thrust has you seeing stars. “C-Close.”

“Is baby girl gonna cum?” You nod frantically, eyes focusing and unfocusing on his face. “Come on, baby. Give me one more. I know you can do it. My desperate. Little. Slut.”

Taehyung tightens his grip even further and that’s the end for you. A scream lodges itself in your throat as the coil in your lower stomach snaps, sending you spiraling into the most powerful orgasm you’ve had in a while. Taehyung releases his hand from your neck abruptly, the rush of air prolonging your pleasure to the point you think you might pass out.

Above you, you hear Taehyung groan gutterly at the vice-like grip your walls have trapped him in. “Fuck, princess, I can feel you squeezing. You’re gonna make me cum.”

Still breathless, you fight against the fog clouding your brain. “Please, Tae. Cum inside me, please. I-I want it so bad.”

“Such a filthy little thing,” he stutters, breaths sounding labored in your ears as he gets closer to his own climax. “Gonna f-fill you up so good. Make this cunt mine.”

“I’m yours,” you gasp, tightening your muscles one last time around him. That seems to be the end for him because before you know it, Taehyung is moaning into your shoulder.

“All. Fucking. Mine,” he growls as he snaps his hips, once, twice, before stilling inside you.

It seems to last hours but Taehyung eventually collapses onto his forearms, careful not to crush you under his weight. You both take a minute to catch your breath, enjoying the feeling of closeness that follows. Eventually, he pulls back, carefully slipping out of you to tie off the condom and toss it in the wastebasket. You wince but relax immediately after, snuggling further into the soft down of his comforter.

Taehyung smiles adoringly as he makes his way back to the bed, heart flipping at how cute you look in his bed. Almost as if you belong there. He hesitates as he gets to the edge, fearing for a moment whether or not it was alright to join you. Those fears are put to rest as you blink sleepily up at him, arms tiredly reaching for him. Relieved, he snuggles in next to you and gathers you in his arms. It’s silent for a moment as you both enjoy being wrapped up in each other.

“Since when?” you finally break the silence, tracing mindless patterns across his chest.

Taehyung inhales sharply. He knows exactly what you mean. Still, he feigns ignorance. “What?”

You close your eyes for a moment, burying your face further into his chest. “Since when have you liked me?”

“Since when have you liked me?” he shoots back and you pinch the skin on his ribs. He yelps before you both dissolve into a fit of giggles.

“I asked you first,” you whine, risking a glance up at his face. Taehyung is already staring down at you fondly, warm gaze melting into your own.

“Since the very first moment,” he whispers softly. You almost laugh, except his face is deadly serious. It’s suddenly hard to swallow around the lump in your throat. You stare at him in wonder—the delicate brush of his eyelashes against his cheek, the soft sweep of his sweat-dampened hair over his forehead, the gentle curve of his lips as he smiles at you. You clear your throat, glancing away as a pleasant warmth settles over your cheeks.

“That’s not an answer.”

He laughs breathily in your ear and you fight a shiver. “Okay, okay. Well the first time I realized it was the day you had come back from your shift after you had switched managers.”

You balk. “Are you serious?” You remember that day. Management had decided to move your favorite supervisor over to the men’s department while you remained stuck in shoes. The new guy was awful—condescending, incompetent, and downright unpleasant. You had come home that day with three different bottles of wine and all the take out you could afford and practically forced Taehyung to drink with you and listen to your misery. The guy was eventually fired but the whole experience had left you with a bitter taste in your mouth.

Tae chuckles as he thinks back to that night. “Yes, I’m serious. You were about halfway through the second bottle and were practically screaming curses at the guy. It took you all of 30 minutes after dinner to fall asleep right there on the couch, somehow still complaining about that dickwad.” You snort, hand shooting up to cover your face in embarrassment. “As you talked, I realized…I could listen to you forever. And then you fell asleep, cuddling so cutely into my shoulder, and I knew I was a goner. Even though you snore.”

Your eyes, which had started watering at his heartfelt confession, widen before you regain your composure enough to hit his chest. “I do not snore.”

Taehyung winces playfully, knowing full-well that you don’t but enjoying teasing you all the same. “So, yeah. I’ve liked you for a while. And I had an inkling you felt the same.”

“Oh, yeah? What gave it away? The fact that I practically hopped on your dick?” you tease.

“Well it certainly didn’t hurt.” He winks at you and you have to stifle the urge to giggle like a schoolgirl. “But it was little things. Like how you’d blush at a compliment or if I hugged you just a bit too long. I couldn’t be sure though. Not until tonight, I guess.”

“Well,” you shift upwards, his confession instilling a confidence in you that you hadn’t known you possessed, “in case I haven’t made it abundantly clear: I like you very, very much, Kim Taehyung.”

He’s silent for a single, nerve-wracking beat before the most brilliant smile lights up his face and for the second time that night, you find yourself breathless.

“And I like you very, very much, too, ___.”

Taehyung kisses you then, slow and sweet, and you’re left thinking that you never want to be anywhere else.

© exoticarmyofcrowns 2020

[imagine-a-life-like-this]

I Love You (D.D)

Warnings : swearing, mentions of drinking

Plot : David created a montage of his relationship with the reader. Honestly just some real cute fluff.

Word Count : 1667

“Hey, do you mind watching this before I post to see if it makes sense?” David asked, handing me his laptop and pressing play.

           “I love you.” I playfully hit David, telling him to stop. But he shook his head and said it again. I just rolled my eyes and smiled at him. “I love you.” He said for a third time and planted a kiss on my cheek. I just grabbed his face in my hands and stared into his eyes before placing a kiss on his nose. His smile widened. I wanted to tell him in that moment that I loved him too, but I couldn’t.

           “Well if it isn’t an angel coming to grace me with her presence!” He exclaimed as I approached him at his party. “How you doing, beautiful?”

           “I’m doing well.” I smiled, looking up at his smiling face behind the camera. It never bothered me, because he never included these moments in the vlogs, saying he wants them to show our future children how we fell in love. “I was hoping you could watch my drink while I go to the washroom.”

           “I’ve been waiting for this day!” He chuckled, taking my drink with his free hand. I remember Natalie telling me how he put the camera down to better protect my drink seeing as the party got more out of hand than he originally expected, and didn’t want to take any chances, especially when it came to me.

           “Did you want to run some errands with me?” I asked David, giving him my best puppy dog eyes. He jumped up from the couch and draped his arm across my shoulders as we walked to his car. I couldn’t help but giggle at how excited he seemed.

           “I love doing this kind of shit with you.” He said.

           “We’re just picking up some groceries and getting my meds.” I giggled.

           “It feels like we’re a married couple.” He just beamed. We pulled into Target, and he grabbed his camera from the dash and continued to film me as we walked around, grabbing this things I needed. “You know this would look really cute on you.” I braced myself for the worst, but when I turned around, he was holding a really cute sundress.

           “It’s pretty.” I replied as he put it into the cart. “David, you know I can’t splurge like that.” He took a few steps closer, so he was beside me again.

           “Who said you were paying?” I rolled my eyes but didn’t bother to fight knowing there wouldn’t be a point. I looked down to my outfit, realizing I was wearing that exact dress and smiled to myself.

           “Why do you always film me if you don’t use it in the vlogs?” I turned around, walking backwards now, and asked David who was just beaming behind the camera.

           “Because you’re the love of my life. I want to keep these moments forever.” I tripped over my own two feet and David rushed to catch me.

           “What did you say?” I asked after he got me back on my feet. I looked up into eyes, searching for any sign he was kidding.

           “You’re the love of my life.” He repeated, a more serious look on his face. I smiled and looked down to my feet. My heart was racing when he said that. I wanted nothing more than to just kiss him in that moment, but I didn’t.

           “Hey, guess what?!” I said to David as we were driving around, listening to music. He turned the music down and urged me to go on. “I love you.” His eyes went wide as he looked between me and the road, causing me to laugh.

           “What?” He finally said, and I just smirked and shrugged my shoulders. “Oh you’re cruel!” He joked as he wagged his finger at me. I smiled remembering this moment. The moment I decided to stop denying the fact that I was absolutely in love with my best friend.

           “Why don’t you ever prank Y/N?” Zane whined as he was being blindfolded. Everyone else just kind of chuckled.

                   “Because I love her.” He said nonchalantly, quickly looking over at me and smiling. I just rolled my eyes and watched the chaos unfold. It was the first time he admitted his love for me in a vlog, and fans were really surprised, thinking we’d been hiding a relationship from them all this time. David ended up tweeting not dating, just in love with her :) which caused even more of an uproar.

           “One date, Dobrik. Make it count.” I told him after he dropped me off at my apartment. I watched as a smile broke out on his face and he ran back to his car.

           “Y/N just told me I could take her out on a date, and this is my one chance to show her my love for her won’t fade if we start dating.” He spoke into the camera. “And I know exactly how I’m going to do it.” I giggled at the footage I had never seen before.

           “My love.” He said as he held my apartment door open for me. My mouth dropped when I looked around, seeing my living room turned into a fort with fairy lights strung up around it.

           “When did you do this?” I asked, turning to look at him.

           “After you fell asleep in my bed, I snuck out and did all this.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, giving him the biggest hug I could. “Come on! Look inside!” I smiled and crawled into the fort, seeing my favourite snacks and movies lined up. Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked back at David.

           “You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” I told him truthfully. My walls had completely crumbled after that night. There was no point in hiding the fact that I would never love anyone like I loved my best friend.

            “So, how was that for a first date?” David asked the next morning as we were cuddled inside the fort.

           “Perfect.” I answered honestly.

           “So doesn’t that mean I get date number 2?” I just nodded. David smiled and placed a small kiss to the top of my head. “God I just love you so much.” He whispered just loud enough for me to hear.

           “I love you too, David.”

           “I’ll never tire of hearing that.” He had stopped recording after that and played me saying I loved him over and over. I told him he could just ask me to say it again if he really loved hearing it that much. He told me he wished he had gotten that on camera which caused me to playfully slap him.

           “The people need to know Y/N!” David exclaimed. I turned away from my conversation with Carly and looked over to David who was dressed up in a suit and tie, holding my favourite flowers and a box of chocolate.                

                           “What do the people need to know, David?” He walked over to where Carly and I were sitting, standing directly in front of me now.

           “Will you be my girlfriend?” I looked to Carly who just nodded, tears in her eyes as well as mine.

           “Yes, David, I will be your girlfriend.” If only the camera could have caught his smile. I’d watch that over and over.

           “Tell the people what’s going on.” David said as we drove to his family’s house.

           “We’re in Vernon Hills. And I’m officially meeting David’s family as his girlfriend instead of his friend.” I smiled and grabbed his hand in mine. “And I look really calm but honestly I’m super nervous!” We pulled up to the house and David just smiled over at me.

           “They already love you, Y/N, don’t worry about it!” He leaned in to give me a quick kiss.

           “I love you.” I whispered to him.

           “I love you so much more.” We got out of the car and went inside the house. His mom greeted both of us, saying it was so nice to see us after all this time. We said our hellos to everyone before David gathered them together in the living room to break the news. “Y/N is my girlfriend.” He told them as he laced our hands together.

           “Oh it’s about damn time!” Ester exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. “He’s been obsessed with you since he met you.” She directed towards me and I just giggled. The rest of the family seemed just as happy, which filled me with joy. We spent a week with everyone, and they were just as welcoming and kind to me as the first time, as if nothing changed.

           “Do you think it’s time the fans know it’s official?” David asked, filming the two of us cuddled up on the couch, watching tiktok’s on my phone.

           “David is officially mine!” I replied, leaning up and giving him a quick kiss.

           “I love you.” He chuckled. If we thought the uproar from before was insane, this was utter chaos!

           “We’ve been through a lot together.” David’s face came on screen, ending the montage of our love story. “And I’m happy I was able to show you that I would love you label or no label. When I met you, I knew you would be important to me, I just didn’t know how important until I fell in love with you. We’ve had an amazing 3 years together, and my love for you only continues to grow. So Y/N, will you marry me?” I turned away from the screen, seeing David kneeling on one knee, a velvet box opened in his hand, showing an absolutely beautiful ring. “Well?” I nodded as the tears began to fall. He took the ring from the box and slid it on my finger before pressing a kiss to my lips. “I love you 3000.” I giggled at the reference.

           “I love you 3000.”

[chaseatinydream]

pirate king (extra) || atz

A hand reaches into the frame to press the recording button.

The camera shifts around as the hand moves to adjust it on its tripod, fixing the device in place. When the image finally clears, stills and focuses, the hand moves back to reveal a man with blonde hair done in a mullet.

“Is it done yet?” A voice pipes up in the background.

The man adjusting the camera steps back to reveal a well lit room with wooden floorboards, the words KQ Entertainment behind him in big, white letters. Seven men hover at the back, all trying to push their way into the centre to see the camera.

“It’s on!” The man with the mullet cheers a little at his success. All eight of them rush to form a line, before he announces the beginning of the VLIVE. “하나, 둘, 셋 (hana, dool, seht)!”

“Eight Makes One Team!” They chorus together and bow, wide grins on their faces. “안녕하세요 (annyeonghaseyo)! It’s ATEEZ!”

They burst into a round of scattered applause.

“Hello everyone! It’s Hongjoong here!” The man with the mullet waves at the camera, smiling broadly. “So, due to popular opinion on Tumblr-”

“We’ve decided to check out @chasingatinydream’s fanfiction of us, Pirate King!” The young man with purple hair bursts into the frame, grinning wildly. “We’ve made a reaction video to some of the earlier chapters, which will be uploaded soon! We hope you watch it!”

[atinypiratequeen commented: There is nothing I want more in this life]

“But this video will be about us recreating the legendary post, which made more than half of the readers following Pirate King to curse the author online, Chapter 22, Gunshot! We haven’t read it yet, but we’ll be having one of us narrate as the story goes through!” Hongjoong continues, and everyone cheers, clapping again. “So now, we’ll be introducing the cast!”

“Hi! It’s Mingi here, main rapper and lead dancer of ATEEZ! I’m going to be the narrator for today!” The tall man waves, holding a script book in hand. His hair is wet, as if he’s just come out of the shower.

[imasexybuffalo commented: omg mingi looks so good]

“Hi, I’m Yeosang, playing myself.” The visual king himself waves, gracing all those who watching with with his presence.

[VLIVE Heart Count has increased by 2k]

[gothyeosanggf commented: im ded some1 save me]

[sassy-kpop-glitter commented: His birthmark is so pretty I wish they wouldn’t cover it! Also this chapter was so sad, this video is probably going to make me cry all over again.]

“Wooyoung here! I’m in charge of the sexy performance of this group and I’m playing Chin Hae, the main character!” Wooyoung waves with a big smile, other hand running through his hair. Hundreds of fangirls’ hearts swell all over the globe at the group’s most epic bias wrecker. “Also the one no one knows shit about!”

[@chasingatinydream commented: I was not expecting this portrayal of my MC but sure go for it Wooyoung]

“I’m Hongjoong, acting as Captain of the Treasure!” Mullet man beams at the camera, inclining his head a little in greeting. Then he glances back at the group. “Wasn’t I supposed to be blind in one eye? Where’s my eyepatch? And my red jacket?”

[@princejoongie1997 commented: I love you Hongjoongie <3]

“Here! Your jacket’s still in the wash because you performed with it yesterday, so the staff said to use this instead.” The man with green hair tosses a small black shape and a red blanket to his leader, before stepping into the camera with a cute smile. “Hello everyone, I missed you all! I’m ATEEZ’s San, director and also in charge of special effects and props!”

[@baeksofty commented: someone save me help help helpppp]

[@chasingatinydream commented: San is directing this wth is going to happen to my story]

“Hi.” Seonghwa smiles sweetly from a chair at the side. He raises the selfie stick he’s holding, waving it a little so everyone can see. “I’m Seonghwa, the oldest, and I’ll be the cameraman for this video!”

[@catmosphericlight commented: is it possible to love one man so much? I feel like its impossible]

[@berrylip commented: my finger hurts from smashing that heart button but i’ll do it for you seonghwa]

“Hi, everyone. It’s ATEEZ’s maknae, Jongho.” The youngest member waves his hand, smiling a little as he watches what’s happening right next to Seonghwa. “I’m going to be the extra who fills in any role needed.”

Hongjoong claps his hands once and everyone falls silent for dramatic effect. Jongho reaches behind the couch to pull someone out from hiding, pushing him right in front of the camera. The tall, lanky man shows itself to be Yunho, trying to crawl back behind the couch.

“And finally, our villain! We present to you, Yunho, AKA Leon Bastiville!”

[@someonerandom commented: LEON BASTARDVILLE!!!]

“You’re already getting hate, Yunho.” San comments as he peers at the comments flooding in from the readers. “Who is this Leon guy anyway?”

“I didn’t want to be a villain! Why did my luck run out on me when I needed it the most?” Yunho wails, attempting to hide from sight. Jongho simply grabs him by the ankle and hauls him back to the front, Yunho’s fingers scrabbling along the floor, before he finally locks his arms around Wooyoung’s leg.

[@mireu01 commented: Yunho as a villain i can’t im wheezing-]

“Sorry, we drew lots for this role.” Seonghwa explains over the noise of Yunho trying to escape from Jongho’s iron grip and Wooyoung attempting to pry Yunho’s hands from his calf as he takes the camera from the tripod, attaching it to the stick. It isn’t working. “Yunho picked the lot for the villain.”

“Alright, I’ll begin reading!” Mingi announces, lifting the script to his face. He starts to read, in the most dramatic tone he can. “Chapter Twenty Two, Gunshot, Original Version. Warnings, whipping, some gore- What? I feel like I shouldn’t be reading this on a VLIVE-”

“It’s a zero budget production, we’ll be fine!” San shouts as he gestures from the sidelines for Mingi to continue. The rapper pauses a little hesitantly, before starting to read once more.

“You freeze. Every muscle in your body goes taut, a cold shiver runs down your spine. The arm around your waist is firm, strong and from the almost unbreakable grip he has on you, he doesn’t intend on letting you go any soon.”

“Wooyoung-ah, Yunho-ah.” San studies the script in his hand intently, before pointing at the taller man, who is still prone on the ground with an arm wrapped around Wooyoung’s leg. “You need to get into position, you know.”

There’s a pause, and the two turn to stare at each other in horror. “What?”

“You heard me.” San waves the script impatiently, pulling a Nerf gun from a small box of props the staff must have given him for this video and tossing it at Yunho, who barely manages to catch the bright yellow toy. “Yunho, stand behind Wooyoung and pretend to choke him.”

Neither of them move, still staring at each other.

[@alyj12 commented: Oh my god just do it please!!!]

“The fans demand it.” Seonghwa’s amused voice can be heard as the camera pans in on Hongjoong’s grin at the sidelines, next to San and Jongho. The maknae is snickering uncontrollably, hand over his mouth.

“You need to do it!” Hongjoong calls. He’s donned the black eye patch already and has the red blanket pulled around his shoulders, the thick fabric so long that it almost completely engulfs him with his head popping out of the very top.

[VLIVE Heart Count has reached 10k]

[@itslizzeh commented: hongjoons such a cute smol bean save me]

[@chasingatinydream commented: why does hongjoong in that blanket remind me of a pimple]

Grudgingly and with no grace at all, Yunho moves behind Wooyoung, grabbing him by the neck and holding the toy gun to his head. The purple haired man makes several gagging sounds and Yunho’s face is one of utter disgust.

“Very good!” San praises as he glances down at the script again. “Now, Yunho, put your mouth at Wooyoungie’s ear.”

“What?” The two of them shout again, Wooyoung struggling to get out of Yunho’s arms while he still can. Yunho’s face is one of nausea as he scrunches up his nose.

“That’s gross, Wooyoung hasn’t showered since dance practice half an hour ago!”

[@atinypiratequeen commented: the two of them literally got the worst roles lmao]

“Do it, do it, do it!” Jongho and Yeosang are chanting in the corner, the maknae not even bothering to hide his laughter now. Yunho slowly puts his face near Wooyoung’s ear and Wooyoung gags.

“I can feel your breath at my ear! It’s weird!”

“It’s weird for me too, damnit!”

“Stop cursing! Now, Yunho, whisper in Wooyoung’s ear ‘I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.’ ”

“I hate this Leon guy, whoever he is!” Yunho yelps as the camera shakes from Seonghwa’s laughter. “Why is he so weird, going around whispering in people’s ears?”

“I don’t know! Someone save me! This main character’s life sucks!” Wooyoung flails around in Yunho’s grip. The tall dancer makes several loud retching noises, but has probably guessed that he won’t be getting out of this anytime soon. He simply closes his eyes for a moment, channeling his inner actor from that video shoot with Dingo, and leans next to Wooyoung’s ear, whispering softly.

“I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”

Wooyoung screeches like a dying cat. “No!”

[@mireu01 commented: someone get this boy an acting role]

“Very good!” San praises, clapping as he turns to Mingi. The rapper continues reading.

“Your heart sinks in your chest as the rest of your crew come into sight. Most of them are tied up in groups with rope, their heads hanging low as Navy soldiers kick and push them out of the cargo hold, where they had been hidden from sight. So that was why the ship had been so strangely silent when you and Wooyoung had returned to the Treasure. They had been captured- Holy shit, that was what happened to us in chapter twenty one?”

“I don’t know, I was saving myself, I mean the main character, from getting shot from a musket bullet!” Wooyoung wails, thrashing around. “Get me out of here! I regret ever drawing this lot! Who wants to be the main character when she has such a terrible life?”

[VLIVE Heart Count has reached 17k]

“The fans love it!” Seonghwa remarks excitedly, the recording steadying for a moment as he shifts the camera to San, who bows dramatically. Wooyoung shrieks at everyone watching his torment live.

“Yunho, tell Wooyoung ‘Hello, hello, hello, my two dear pirates. Now, we’re finally all here together. I’ve been waiting for this the whole night.’ ”

“That stalker was waiting in wait for us? That’s so creepy.” Jongho comments with a shudder. Yeosang shrugs. He can’t fathom the mind of a lunatic either.

“There’s poison in his voice, sweet as honey and as dangerous as snake venom. You don’t dare to struggle against him for fear of being shot point blank in the head, but his hold on you is making you panic and he’s crushing your windpipe, making every breath an arduous effort.” Mingi reads aloud, and Yunho, getting a little too into character, squeezes Wooyoung’s neck tighter. The shorter dancer yelps, flailing around.

“You’re choking me!”

“Very good, Yunho!” San applauds, completely ignoring Wooyoung’s plight. Yunho grins, nodding at the camera.

“Hey, I’m pretty good at acting!”

[@alyj12 commented: someone save wooyoung he looks like he’s going to die]

“Wooyoung’s fine!” Seonghwa beams, zooming in on Wooyoung’s struggling to free himself.

“You’re killing me!”

“Wow, Wooyoung’s really getting into character. Good job, Wooyoung!” Hongjoong raises a thumbs up with a proud smile on his face.

“I’m not in character-”

“ ‘While the two of you were off causing your little commotion back there at the official’s building,’ the officer drawls, playfully resting his chin on your shoulder as he addresses the crew, ‘one of my men ran back to the harbor to report it to me. My colleague that saw to you yesterday, Yoongi, was already suspicious of you. He smelled gunpowder on your ship, but your little de facto captain told us that you hadn’t been fired on.’ ”

“Are you serious? He smelled us out?” Jongho looks unimpressed by this, scowling. “Who the heck goes around just smelling ships?”

“Bring him out.” Yunho snarls, pressing the toy gun tighter against Wooyoung’s head. His finger must have slipped on the trigger, because there’s a pop sound and Wooyoung yelps, a foam dart falling to the ground.

“That hurt!”

“No, Yunho, he’s not supposed to die yet.” San corrects, shaking his head and completely ignoring Wooyoung. Yunho pouts, breaking character for a moment.

“Sorry.”

“Anyway, Hongjoongie-hyung, it’s your moment to shine!” San announces, turning to his leader. Hongjoong tries to make his way over, but then he steps on the hem of his red blanket and trips, sprawling on the ground in front of the camera. “Oh, that was very good acting, hyung!”

“That wasn’t acting-”

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Mingi glances across the script. “Leon clicks his tongue and you see your captain shoved forward, head bowed and hands bound in front of him. Part of you desperately wants to run to the man who named you, to insist he never incline his head to someone he doesn’t respect, but you are completely powerless now. He looks so small- Doesn’t hyung always look small? What’s the difference?”

“Yah, Mingi!” Hongjoong shouts as he attempts to get up, but trips and falls again. Jongho is snorting uncontrollably, hand reaching for a cup of popcorn that definitely wasn’t there earlier and Yeosang’s face is buried in a pillow as his body shakes with laughter.

“Bring me the cat.” Yunho snaps, getting into the mood once more, and San glances around for his extra.

[@teajuns commenting: yunho really getting into it kshdksj]

“Jongho, you’re going to be the guy that whips Hongjoong-hyung.”

Jongho couldn’t look happier, jumping to his feet at the words, his eyes shining.

“Really?”

Hongjoong’s eyes widen almost comically in horror and he desperately scrambles back. “He’s going to break my back!”

“We don’t have a whip, but we do have a squeaky hammer!” San grins, pulling out the plastic mallet from the box. He tosses it to Jongho, who catches it and eyes it with a vindictive smile Hongjoong’s honestly quite terrified of.

“Don’t worry, hyung. I promise I’ll be gentle.” Jongho looks more terrifying than that Leon guy could ever be. Striding over, he rips the red blanket from Hongjoong, leaving the poor leader on the ground. He raises the squeaky mallet.

The sight is menacing.

“I’m not doing this!” Hongjoong shrieks, running for his life around the dance studio, Jongho chasing after him. Seonghwa documents the whole thing, spinning round and round in circles before he finally retreats the the floor.

“Sorry everyone, I got too dizzy.” He apologises with a laugh.

“Let me go!” The leader screams as Jongho catches him by the legs, sending both of them sprawling to the ground.

“Tell me who broke my guitar string!”

“Never!”

The maknae raises the hammer and mercilessly thwacks his hyung with it, the rubber hammer going squeak squeak squeak.

“Fine, fine, fine! I broke it while trying to play Havana, okay? God, please just stop hitting me! I surrender!”

There’s a final, hard smack and the hammer goes flying out of Jongho’s hands, hitting Wooyoung straight in the face.

[@roamingthesails commented: i can’t stop laughing this is so stupid]

Squeak!

“Ow! I’m not even a part of your scene, Jongho!”

“Hongjoong’s back is a mutilated, bloody mess of raw flesh and shredded skin, crimson streaming from several open wounds. Your captain is on his knees, face pressed against the floor, body trembling.” Mingi baulks a little at the intense description. “You can’t even begin to imagine what absolute agony he must be in, your musket wound was nothing compared to this. But your captain remains silent, teeth gritted against the torment brought on with each swing of the whip. Honestly, you’re so cool in this story, hyung. The last time you got a paper cut you nearly cried and went to Seonghwa-hyung to get a plaster-”

“I didn’t!” Hongjoong groans from the floor, attempting to massage his back. Jongho climbs off him with a triumph grin, settling next to Yeosang.

“Now act like you’re strong and laugh at Yunho, Hongjoong-hyung.” San directs his leader, but the lead rapper simply remains prone on the ground.

“I’m dead, I’m dead…” He moans, lying on the floor like a dead fish. “Just let me die…”

San squirts a bottle of red liquid on his back and Hongjoong screams, leaping off the floor in fright. The back of his shirt looks like a bloody mess. “San, what was that?”

“Ketchup.” The brand is blurred out, but it’s ketchup, alright. “It’s supposed to be your blood.”

“I showered before this…” Hongjoong whines, staring mournfully at his shirt. San ignores him and moves to check his script once more.

[@faith032101 commented: Does this make Hongjoong a snack?]

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“Act evil and tell Hongjoong you’re going to whip Wooyoung too.” He instructs, and Yunho turns to Hongjoong with an evil grin that looks way too into character.

“Let me go!” Wooyoung tries to slip out of Yunho’s arms, but fails spectacularly once again. “I don’t want to get beaten up by Jongho! How is this kind of thing even allowed to be aired-”

“I wonder if your tongue will loosen if I do it to one of your crew, then?”

“I don’t want to die!”

“Now rip Wooyoung’s shirt, Yunho.” San instructs, studying the script. Wooyoung shrieks, doubling his efforts to become Houdini.

“This shirt cost me eighty two thousand won! Don’t do this to meeeee-”

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[@addictmaniac commented: TAKE ONE FOR THE ATINY TEAM AND DO IT YUNHO]

Mingi adds on grimly. “Uncaring of the gun at your head, you flail and thrash against him, to no avail.”

“This shirt was expensive-”

With that, Wooyoung finally breaks free of Yunho’s grip, but the momentum brought on by his little escape sends him stumbling and he trips over Hongjoong’s blanket, before sprawling on top of his leader.

“Ow!”

“Wooyoung, you little-”

“Oh my god Hongjoong’s finally found out Chin Hae is a woman!” Mingi gasps in shock, a hand coming over his mouth. Yeosang gapes in shock.

“Oh no! What’s going to happen? Wooyoung’s going to hate her and they’re never going to be together-”

“Eh, I more of shipped her with captain anyway.” Jongho drawls.

“And he looks so betrayed! Hongjoong, don’t be sad! I promise Chin Hae didn’t want to lie to you-”

“I knew it from the beginning…” Hongjoong groans from under Wooyoung. Mingi ignores him.

“Not you, the cooler Hongjoong in the book.”

“She’s coming back with us. I hope you’re pure for sale, my sweet, but I suppose that may be difficult when you’re on the same ship as so many men- I sound like a pervert, I’m not saying this.” Yunho shakes his head, tossing the script away. It smacks into the camera.

“Ah!” Seonghwa rushes to save it. “Yunho!”

“Hongjoong-hyung, you’re supposed to shout Wooyoung’s name and we get a smoke bomb-”

“But I’m the main character!” Wooyoung protests as he heaves himself off his leader. The front of his shirt is sticky with ketchup, as if he’s the victim of a homicide case.

San pauses to think for a moment. “That’s true. We’ll just move on then. Jongho, smoke bomb please!”

Jongho picks up the cup of popcorn and throws it into the air. It goes absolutely everywhere.

“Great work, Jongho!”

“He flies out of nowhere, lunging for your captor. Leon snarls and tries to kick him away, but then he raises a short knife and buries it in Leon’s arm. The man holding you stumbles back onto the gangplank, falling onto the ground and your saviour takes your hand.” Mingi reads aloud, eyes wide. Then his mouth falls open. “Yeosang, you’re going to-”

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“Yeosang the knight in shining armour to the rescue!” Jongho pulls three kazoos from his pockets and blows wildly. The screeching noise almost breaks a few thousand eardrums around the world.

Yeosang stands up, picking his way through the ketchupy, popcorn mess that is the room. He takes Wooyoung’s hand awkwardly.

“Like this?”

“Great! Yunho, pick up the party popper there and shoot Yeosang with it!” San cheers, almost grinning madly. Yeosang’s eyes widen in horror.

“Wait, what-”

Boom!

[@pinkrosesandblackthorns commented: YEOSANG IS DEAD ARGHHHH]

[@sassy-kpop-glitter commented: NO! NO! YEOSANG NEEDS TO LIVE AND BE HAPPY! DON’T BE SO CRUEL YUNHO]

[@ateez-8-makes-1-team commented: HOW COULD YOU DO THIS YUNHO]

“I didn’t do it on purpose!” Yunho yelps, dropping the confetti gun.

Yeosang slumps to the ground, groaning. “That hurt…”

“Join the club.” Hongjoong mutters, a few inches next to him and completely spent.

“Wooyoung, go and shake his body and cry.” San whirls around dramatically, tossing his script into the air.

Wooyoung finally decides to try his hand at acting and sinks to his knees next to Yeosang. San shakes another red bottle on the two of them. “NAORIIIII!”

“No, that movie is Goblin, Wooyoung-”

“What is this ketchup? It’s burning my skin!” Wooyoung shrieks and San double checks the bottle, face turning a little pale.

“Oh. It was chilli.”

There’s a moment of silence as Yeosang and Wooyoung both stare at each other. Then they’re bolting for the door in horror, dashing from the dance studio while tripping over their own feet.

San follows, calling after them.

“Need any help, guys?”

“I’m a terrible person. I’m a terrible cruel, cold hearted man who just killed Yeosang with a confetti gun.” Yunho is mumbling to himself. Mingi pats him on the back, pushing him out of the door as well.

“Maybe you should get some rest, hyung. I hear the author has some pretty nasty stuff planned for you after the Sea Witch arc…”

[@chasingatinydream commented: STOP SPOILING THE STORY MINGI]

The two vanish out of the door.

“I’m going to take a shower and see a doctor.” Hongjoong groans, dragging himself after them. The door clicks shut behind him.

The camera turns around to fit Seonghwa’s unruffled face into the frame.

“Well, that was Pirate King, chapter 22, gunshot. Roll credits.” He shows the floor, the scene of a massacre with popcorn scattered everywhere. “I suppose this is just a good opportunity for cleaning up, hmm?”

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The next thirty minutes of the VLIVE are of Seonghwa’s Cleaning ASMR.

[kpoptrashibnida]

Enough Pt. 15

A/N: Hello everyone! I have the new update for Enough! I have been able to write parts here and there between the move and settling in (which mainly consisted of me staying up until 2 am to write). Anyway... I really hope that you guys enjoy the new update... things are moving to a different direction.... as always, your guy’s feedback is always appreciated  and anticipated!

“If you have any questions please call me without hesitation okay? Like, seriously. Call me.” Mina instructs, leaving a list of emergency phone numbers and special feeding instructions on the kitchen table.

“Mina, I got it, relax. I have everything under control. You don’t need to worry about a thing, just enjoy yourself tonight.” You chuckle, not believing that your best friend could be more neurotic than what she was already.

“Babe, let’s go, we are going to be late for our reservation. Shorty’s got this, right?” Suho teases, knowing you hate having your height - or lack there of - pointed out. 

“I’m not short, I’m fun-sized. And yes, I have it all under control.” You say, shoo-ing your best friend towards the front door so she could finally leave on a date with her eager husband. 

“Okay, okay! We are leaving. But please, please, do not hesitate to call me.” She tosses over her shoulder as Suho dragged her out of their house.

You shake her head and make your way to the small sleeping figure in the bassinet that was in the middle of the living room. Little Minjun is sleeping soundly surrounded by a fluffy light grey blanket that you got him when he was born. He is three months old and you are absolutely in love with him. You took your role as auntie very seriously and you were prepared to spoil him rotten. Well, as much as you can spoil him considering who his father is. Suho was beyond happy that he has a son and is ready to give him the moon and the stars. Minjun yawned cutely and burrowed his face against his blanket, making your heart melt. You were never particularly interested in having children, but you loved Minjun more than anything in the world and it made you really evaluate your life.

It has been six months since the gala and all hopes of getting into contact with Jaehyun were pretty much hopeless. You tried time and time again to reach out, but you could never get yourself to press the call button or the send button. You called Johnny and Mark many times and tried to sneakily get information from them about how Jaehyun was doing or his whereabouts. Every time they got a little awkward, their answers are always a vague collection of ‘he’s good’ and ‘busy with work’. You could not blame them, they are close friends with him and you did not want to keep putting them in an awkward situation.

You decided that it was best to leave it as is, figure out what you wanted before you reach out. He was nothing but a perfect gentleman, the perfect boyfriend and overall a great human being who deserved the world. You know you still have feelings for him, but you have been so busy with work and spending all your free time with Minjun. You are pretty sure that Mina and Suho are sick of you being over at their house so often, but you could not care. Minjun was the only good thing in your life right now and you needed the distraction. 

You were brought out of your stupor by the soft whines coming from Minjun, alerting you that he had woken up. You lift him before he begins to cry and you notice that it’s time for a bottle. You make sure that the temperature is perfect for him to drink and feed him his bottle, smiling at his fast breathing. You can’t help but stare at his big brown eyes, his soft gaze making you feel calm and at peace. 

Once he was done you grab a small towel and place it on your shoulder so you could burp him, learning your lesson a long time ago about the importance of burping a baby right away. You had just started to burp him when the doorbell rang, confusing you greatly. Mina did not tell you if they were expecting something or someone, so you did not know what to expect. Walking to the front door you see in the security camera a familiar face covered by a beanie. 

“Chanyeol?” You ask, not expecting to see him today.

“Oh! Hey, how are you?” He was also surprised to see you after six months, not expecting that you’d be at his best friends house. 

“Good. come in.” You say, moving to the side so he could come inside, not wanting any cold air to hit Minjun. 

“Is Suho not home?” He asks, noticing the lack of people in the apartment. 

“No, he and Mina went out on a date, I’m babysitting.” You explain, moving to the living room to burp Minjun. He finally did and it made you and Chanyeol chuckle at the cute sound. 

Chanyeol watched you as you wiped Minjun’s dribble off his face, a loving look gracing your face as you gently pushed the hair away from the baby’s face. He felt a strange pang in his chest at the sight before him, a strange sense of deja vu coming over him. He remembered the dreams he had of you and a baby, a small family having fun times together. He shakes the feeling away, swallowing away the lump in his throat. He had been so busy with work that he did not have the time to think about his feelings. There were some moments where he was finally calm and his mind would always drift to you. He missed the sound of your voice, the feel of your warm body against his and the natural scent of your skin. You looked healthier than the last time he saw you; even though it looked like you had lost some weight, your skin was glowing and your hair was shiny. You looked happy and he was very happy to see that. 

“Can I hold him?” He asks, glad you hadn’t noticed his staring. He had been busy and the last time he saw Minjun he was a day old. He didn’t realize how fast time was passing and how big he had gotten. He didn’t want to miss any more milestones since Minjun was the first baby of any of his friends. 

“Of course.” You smile, getting up to properly place Minjun’s head on Chanyeol’s arm. 

You can’t help but stare at the sight of a giant of a man cooing to the baby in his arms. 

You had never seen such a tender look on Chanyeol’s face and you would be lying if you said it didn’t make you feel some type of way. It was nice seeing him in this element, as an uncle and not a musician or a player. 

“Do you want something to drink?” You ask, the need to exit the room suddenly unbearable. 

“Yeah, some water would be great.” He says, tickling the baby’s belly.

“Okay.” You quickly shuffle to the kitchen, suddenly overwhelmed with everything.

You know that you have unresolved feelings for Jaehyun still, but you can't deny that right now you feel flustered in the presence of Chanyeol. Why do you have to be so complicated? So annoying? So stupid? You really wish someone could come and tell you what to do and how to feel. Or if feelings could come with an off switch, that would be ideal. 

“Here you go.” You place the water on the table in front of Chanyeol, noticing the sleeping baby in his arms. “Oh, Minjun fell asleep?” 

“Yeah, I was rocking him and he fell asleep almost right away.” He coons, brushing the soft hair tenderly.

“Here, I’ll place him in the bassinet.” You say, grabbing the baby from Chanyeol’s arm.

You make eye contact and have to look away quickly, the intensity of the stare a little too much for you. Making sure that Minjun is properly covered by his blanket, you walk back to sit on the couch across from Chanyeol, needing some space. 

“I guess I better get going, I’ll stop by tomorrow to see Suho and Mina. I really only came to see my nephew.” He gets up from the couch and puts the cup in the sink. 

“Okay, well have a good night.” You awkwardly walk with him to the door, standing back so you don’t have to be so close by. 

“It was nice seeing you tonight, it had been a while.” Chanyeol awkwardly stands by the door, hovering and not leaving.

“Yeah, you too.” You did not know what else to say and quite honestly it was making you a little nervous that he was still standing there.

“Okay, good night.” He chuckles awkwardly.

“Night.” You say softly, giving him a small smile. 

Chanyeol hesitates for a minute and goes in for a hug, surprising you completely. You stand there awkwardly for a couple of seconds before you finally put your arms around him. He holds you closer to him, enjoying the feeling of your body against him. Before he does anything he might regret, he lets go of you and bids you good night once again. 

‘What the hell was that?’ You think as you close the door behind him,  more confused than before. 

You won’t deny that your stomach flipped at having him in such close proximity. But it was wrong to feel that way because you were not in a position to be toying with any unnecessary feelings. 

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“Good morning noona.” Jungkook greets as he enters the elevator, hot coffee in hand and hair as fluffy as it can get.

“Good morning Kookie.” You greet back, stifling a yawn.

“Long night?” He asks, noticing your lack of energy.

“Yeah, I was babysitting my nephew last night and it ended late.” You explain, trying to stifle another yawn but failing, making Jungkook laugh.

“Maybe you need another coffee.” He offers, willing to get you another cup.

“Yeah, maybe.” You agree, making your way to your office. You part ways from Jungkook and enter your office, stopping in your tracks at the sight in front of you. 

There was a huge bouquet of roses on your desk that looked to be extremely expensive. There was a note sticking out of the top and you opened it, not knowing who would send you such a lavish gift. 

Beautiful flowers for a beautiful flower. It was nice seeing you last night, I would really like to see you again.

-Chanyeol

You could not believe that Chanyeol sent you such a nice gift out of nowhere, you didn’t even know what to think of it.

Your phone rang and you answered it without looking at your caller ID, not being able to take your eyes away from the flowers.

“Hello?” You say, absentmindedly touching the petals.

“Hey there. Did you get my gift?” Chanyeol asks, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Hey! Yeah I did indeed. What’s this about?” You ask, not knowing where this was coming from.

“I just wanted to send you something pretty. And it was really nice seeing you last night, I want to see if you would like to go out to dinner this Friday night.” He offers, hoping you will not reject him,

“Oh.” You say surprised, “Um, yeah that would be great.” You agree, thinking it wouldn’t be a bad idea. 

“Great! I’ll pick you up at seven, sounds good?” He asks, not being able to hide the excitement from his voice. He could not believe you agreed so easily to go out with him but he was not going to question it.

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“So let me get this straight.” Mina says, folding Minjun’s laundry, giving you the evil side eye. “He screwed you over many times, treated you like crap and now you are agreeing to go out with him?” She questions, not understanding the logic of it all.

“Okay, so first of all, he apologized for everything he did. Second of all, it’s not like I am going to start dating him, I am just going out to dinner with him.” You defend, rocking Minjun to sleep as Mina kept tidying up the nursery. 

“Okay, if you say so. Look, Chanyeol is my friend too even though he is more Suho’s friend. But I don’t want you to get hurt or get your hopes up; he is in the music industry now and I’m sure his player rep is still intact. I could be wrong though, I just want you to be careful and proceed with caution.” She sighs, finally putting the last bit of baby toys away and sitting down across from you.

“Besides, are you still completely over Jaehyun?” She asks, looking right into your eyes.

You hum at her question, not wanting to answer too quickly. You know some feelings were still there, but you did not want to admit that out loud.

“I am, for the most part. I think I need closure, but I have nothing but good memories of him. I want what's best for him and I don’t think that was me.” You explain, laying Minjun in his crib so he could sleep more comfortably.

“Okay, you have got to stop the self-deprecating crap. He was lucky to have you and you were lucky to have him. Hell, I never met the guy but in the time that you were together, you were the happiest I had ever seen you in  any relationship, not just the whole Chanyeol fisco.” Mina points out. You hated how right she was. You really were happy with Jaehyun, the happiest you had ever been in a relationship and losing that was the worst thing that has ever happened to you. But what was the point in dwelling on that? You feared that too much time had passed and getting in contact with him now would be too painful. Besides, you did not want to hurt him more than what you already had because of your stupid fickle heart. It seems like you really love misery, letting yourself lose the most precious thing in your life. It’s true that you did not have in mind dating Chanyeol, he wanted to be friends as he made it clear. So indulging in dinner with him was not a big deal. 

“You’re right. But that’s over now and Chanyeol and I are just friends, nothing more.” You say with finality, letting Mina know that you were done with this conversation.

“Okay, fine. But if he hurts you again I will literally cut his balls off.” She threatens, making you laugh. You cover your mouth with your hands and look at the crib where Minju was sleeping, hoping you didn’t wake him up.

“Okay let’s go drink. I need something after this conversation.” Mina ushered you out of the nursery, you rolled your eyes and her excuse to drink alcohol but you couldn’t deny that you needed a drink too.

___________________

“Thanks for joining me tonight. You look amazing.” Chanyeol comments, taking in your simple black dress. It was elegant, sophisticated and sexy without being too revealing. You wanted to look presentable tonight but not too sexy because you did not want him to get the wrong impression. Tonight you were having dinner as friends and nothing else, you would make sure of it. 

“Of course. Thanks for taking me out, it’s a nice change of pace. You look quite dapper yourself.” You state, looking at the expensive dark blue suit Chanyeol was wearing.

“Thanks, I actually came straight from the studio like this, I did not have time to change before it was time to pick you up. I’m glad I don’t look as disheveled as I thought.” He smiles, cute dimples on full display.

‘Jaehyun also has dimples’ You thought without realizing. ‘Stop it, now is not the time to go down memory lane.’ You chastise yourself for thinking about Jaehyun right now. 

“Oh, well I hope you were not too much in a hurry, we could have rescheduled if tonight didn't work.” You knew all too  well how work can sometimes go on longer than expected. 

“Oh no, it’s totally fine! It’s just that I met with some executives from another label. They want me to collaborate with them  on a new song since they are about to debut a new female soloist. And given my track record with the success of rookie artists, well they wanted to work with me.” He explains simply, which was very impressive. It was nice to see Chanyeol doing what he loved. He has completely changed from the first time you met him until now, which was good. Now he has the job of his dreams and he is excelling at it, which is wonderful. 

“That’s amazing! I’m sure you are going to do great, as always.” You compliment, truly happy for his success.

The rest of the night you spend it catching up on your job and what you had been up to post-opening gala. Thankfully, Chanyeol did not ask you why you had been crying that night, which you were grateful for because you didn’t really want to talk to him about your failed relationship. Unbeknownst to you, Chanyeol was actually dying to ask you about that night and the reason that you had been crying. He sort of had an idea, but he wanted to be sure. However, this is the first time in forever that you had an actual conversation and he did not want to ruin that. He also wanted to know about your relationship with that Jaehyun guy, but he was pretty certain that you had broken up because otherwise, he doubts you would have agreed to go out with him, even as friends. Besides, you had moved back to Seoul and he doesnt think Jaehyun would move too. Long distance was hard but doable, but he doubts that’s the case here. Even though he really wants to know the answers to his questions, he keeps quiet, not wanting to ruin the night. 

After dinner, Chaneyol drives you back to your apartment. You were listening to the radio in comfortable silence, enjoying the cool evening air coming through the open windows. It was summertime and the wind coming in felt great against your skin. Chanyeol walks you to your apartment door, wanting to make sure that you made it in okay.

“Thanks for tonight, I had a great time.” You smile, pausing in front of your apartment door. 

“Of course, me too. Thank you for accepting and I hope we can do it again soon.” He says with a smile.

You give him a small hug goodbye and enter your apartment, ready to get those awful heels off your feet. You were really surprised at how well tonight went, happy that you could eradicate the bad memories you have of Chanyeol and change them for good ones. 

_______________

The next couple of days after your dinner with Chanyeol went by with a lot of communication from his part. Even though he was busy with work he made sure to send you messages to see how you were doing and how your day was going. It was sweet, to say the least but you did not know where the sudden attention came from.

Today you were in a conference call with some partners from the Japanese branch when you heard a soft knock on your door. You glanced to see who it was and you furrowed your eyebrows when you saw Jungkook enter with a big box. You were basically done with your meeting so you bid farewell to the Japan team and hung up the phone.

“What is this?” You ask, inspecting the box he placed on your desk. It was from a fancy chocolate place and it was beautifully wrapped.

“It was dropped off at reception a few minutes ago, it is addressed to you. Here is a note.” Jungkook gives you a small white envelope with your name written on it in neat calligraphy. 

“Noona, do you have a boyfriend?” He teases, wagging his eyebrows suggestively.

“No I don’t Kookie, I’m not sure who they are from.” You say, eyeing the box.

“Maybe I should try some to make sure they’re not poisoned.” He proposed cheekily, making you laugh and shoo him out of your office. 

You open the envelope and read the note.

Something sweet for the sweetest girl- xo Chanyeol

It was so sweet of him to send you something so nice and expensive, although you are not one hundred percent sure what his intentions were.

You send him a quick text thanking him for the sweet gesture.

You eat a few pieces of delicious chocolate and get back to work, knowing you have an insane amount of emails to answer and a few spreadsheets to update.

You try not to keep looking at your phone to see if Chanyeol has answered your message. It was still unread and you decided to stop worrying about it. 

You were finally done with your workload, sighing happily as you get up and stretch your back. You were probably going to treat yourself tonight to some chinese take out and a whole bottle of wine. Your body was aching all over and the last thing you wanted to do when you got home was cook. You look at your phone again and see that you still had no messages from Chanyeol. With a shrug, you log off your computer and start to gather your belongings. You are halfway down the elevator when your phone starts to ring, grabbing it you see that it was Chanyeol calling.

“Hello?” You say, unsure as to why he is calling you.

“Hey! Sorry I did not answer your message earlier, I was swamped at the studio all day. I hope you liked the chocolates.” He explains, making you smile at his hurried tone.

“Yeah I did, thank you for that. It was very sweet.” You say, getting off the elevator in the main lobby. 

“Not a problem. Are you off work?” He asks, hoping that he caught you on time.

“Yeah just got off, I’m leaving right now.” You wave at Jungkook at the reception desk as you make your way to the front door.

“Great, do you want to get some dinner together? My treat!” He offers with a cute sing-song voice. How could you say no to free food?

“Yeah, where do you want to go?” You ask, hoping it wouldn’t be too far.

“There’s a good chinese place near your work, want to meet there? I am almost there.” He says. You are glad he offers Chinese because that’s what you had been craving.

“Perfect, it’s like a block away, I’ll meet you there.” You say before hanging up and walking the short distance to the restaurant.

You get there before Chanyeol and you get a table, drinking some water as you look through the menu. 

“Hey, I’m glad you made it.” He greets as he sits in front of you, taking off his jacket and hanging it on the chair behind him. “Have you been waiting long?” He asks, looking over his own menu.

“Not at all, I just got here.” You tell him, putting your menu down when the waitress comes to take your order. 

You both order and smile awkwardly to each other as you sit there.

“Okay why are we being so awkward?” He laughs, shaking the awkwardness away from his mind. He really wanted to be on his A-game tonight.

“I’m sorry I guess it’s just that i’m not used to it. Us, going out to dinner this often.” You say. Even though you had gone out last weekend, it was weird seeing him again and being civil with him.

“Yeah, I guess that’s kind of on me.” Chanyeol scratches his head at your comment, feeling guilty for treating you as badly as he did.

“Eh, it’s in the past. At least we are friends now.” You smile, amazing him with the fact that you are willing to forget about the past. 

“I’m glad.” Chanyeol says, staring into your eyes intensely.

Your waitress arrives with your food and you are glad about the distraction, Chanyeol’s intense eye contact being too much. You don’t know why it was making you get butterflies in your stomach. 

You ate and made comfortable small talk for the rest of dinner. You were surprised at how much he made you laugh with funny stories about all the fails he has had with some artists that don’t really have a good ear for music and have tried to redo the songs Chanyeol has made for them.

After dinner, which Chanyeol paid much to your protest, he offered to drive you home.

You accepted because you were not in the mood to take the subway after eating so much Chinese food and it was getting late after all.

You arrived at your apartment and you invited him for some tea, which he agreed to. You were a little nervous about having him come over, but you talked yourself out of the weird feeling. You were single after all, so having a male friend over was not a big deal at all.

“Sorry for the mess, I was not expecting company.” You say embarrassed, a few pieces of mail scattered on your kitchen counter and your breakfast dishes still in the sink.

“Don’t even worry about it. My place is not exactly tidy right now.” He shakes his head with a laugh, knowing full well his place is an actual mess. He really needs to call the cleaning service.

“Bachelor pad.” You tut playfully, putting the kettle on the stove. 

Chanyeol laughs at the comment, it’s very true after all.

“I try to keep it clean but I have been so busy this week that I have barely had the time or energy to clean up.” He explains, accepting the tea from you.

“Well if you’re tired, don’t feel pressured to stay too long, I totally understand.” You say, not wanting him to drive tired.

“It’s fine, I’ll drink this and leave.” He stifles a yawn and drinks his tea, hoping he would keep the courage he needs for what he is going to do. 

“So, I want to talk to you about something.” Chanyeol says, putting his mug on your coffee table.

His words make you hold your breath, making you nervous at his serious tone.

“What’s up?” You try to sound calm even though your were far from it.

“I know we have a weird past and sort of a weird present. I’m glad you’re willing to have me in your life as a friend, But if I’m being honest, I have been coming to terms for a while now with my feelings and I’ve realized that I don’t want to be just friends. I have feelings for you and I’d love it if you gave us a chance.” He explains, making your head spin,

You were quiet for a few seconds, trying to process what he was saying.

“Wait, are you asking me out? Like, to date?” You want to clarify, not wanting to misunderstand his words.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying. Like, you know, boyfriend-girlfriend thing.” He felt silly saying the labels because it seemed so high school, but it’s what he wanted.

You stare at him, still not believing what he was saying. Is this something you really wanted? Did you really want to give Chanyeol a second chance? Did you even like him that way? Were you completely over Jaehyun? You were still a little unsure but you could not deny the chemistry you two had.

Chanyeol was getting more nervous the longer your silence lasted. He hoped he did not ruin the friendship you had begun by asking you out already. Maybe he should have waited longer to ask you out, but he did not want to waste any time. 

“Okay, I’ll date you.” You say with a smile, Chanyeol whipping his head to look over at you.

“Really? You mean it?” He asks excitedly.

“Yes.” You give him a more reassuring smile.

He got up from the sofa across from you and tackled you on the couch with a crushing hug, making you laugh at his child-like behavior. 

“Thank you! I promise you won’t regret it!” He kisses your cheek, then your other cheek and finally plants a kiss on your lips.

You were shocked to feel his lips on yours so soon. You close your eyes and kiss him back, enjoying the moment. The moment you feel his large hands grasp your hips, you pull away fast, chest heaving because of the kiss.

“Sorry, I got a bit carried away.” He apologized with a sheepish smile, cheeks tinged a beautiful pink. 

“I do have a condition though.” You say, seeing the need for some ground rules.

“Anything.” He agrees, just happy to finally have you by his side,

“I want us to take things slow. Even though we have history together, I want us to take it slow and get to know each other better. I think the first time did not work out because it was mainly all physical, not a real connection. So I think we should wait a few months before we get too… intimate.” You explain, feeling awkward mentioning sex to him for some reason.

Chanyeol could not help but feel a little discouraged at the fact you wanted to take things slow, but he knew he could work with it. He was excited to be re-acquainted with you, all of you, but he was happy to have you in his life, no matter what terms. 

“That’s fine. I want you to see how serious I am about you. About us.” He smiles, happy at the hint of a smile gracing your face. 

He gives you a small peck on the lips before getting up and gathering his coat.

“Well I better get going, I need to be up early tomorrow.” He says, not wanting to leave yet.

“Okay, drive carefully.” You walk him to the door and giving him a hug goodbye,

Chanyeol leaves with a wave of his hand and a whispered good night.  You close the door once you see him enter the elevator. You can’t believe what just happened, the fact that Chanyeol asked you out and you agreed. It should worry you that you didn't feel sparks when Chanyeol kissed you. It was enjoyable and pleasant, but there was not that connection you felt with… someone else. 

You have made your mind, however. Jaehyun was most likely already over you and with someone who actually deserved him and is good to him. You had made your decision and you were going to stick to it. You had to. 

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Happy Birthday 🥰

Jordan Fisher x Black! reader

"If I ain't got nothing, I got you. If I ain't got something I don't give a damn, 'cause I got it with you." Jordan sings softly as he rocks you gently while massaging your back. 

"Queeenn. If you could just open those beautiful eyes I've got so many things planned for you today. But firstly, all the important matters." He says seriously before kissing your face all over before landing his final kiss to your nose and a peck to your lips. 

"I'm awake. You're lucky you're so cute." You say jokingly and tiredly as you lean into his warmth before sitting up. 

After you both get dressed he wanted to take you out for breakfast first. He decided against his usual heart shaped pancakes for something a bit fancier. 

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You ask him chuckling softly as you notice he's eyeing you like you're the omelettes that were previously sitting in front of him. 

"I am so so lucky. There will never be enough thank yous to the deities out there for meeting you. I was supposed to be speaking about how important funding for the arts is for the youth. And all I could think was,  'I'm looking at living breathing artwork. Wow'. I know it's like the corniest thing ever but I knew then and there. You are it for me." He says and you could feel your eyes getting ready as he grabs a napkin for you.

"Well dang babe. I thought you were nervous to speak. I didn't think that it was me." You joke as you lean into kiss him softly.

"I love you too." You mumble against his lips.

After breakfast he took you to get a couple's massage and to get a manicure because he remembered that you hadn't had the time to do so since most of your days are so busy. 

He had been giving you gifts since last night and he's always so attentive and pays attention to every detail. He even had the perfume you mentioned months ago to him but couldn't justify spending that much on it.

You always told him that you didn't want anything from him but his love but he would always say "I want to get it for you". 

You were all giggles and laughs while leaning into each other while you waved at the paps saying happy birthday and asking if they could get a picture. 

During the spa time he told you that he had already gotten the tickets to see Invisible Man since you both were anticipating it but hadn't had any time to go.

You arrived at the theatre pretty inconspicuously. Deciding that you'd both just sit in the front since the movie was already starting and the lights were already out. 

You notice on screen that it's Jordan trying to set up what seems like a camera and you look over at him slightly confused.

"Hello everybody. I'm Jordan as you may know,  and this is my beautiful, intelligent, brilliant, remarkable girlfriend. She's hiding cause she doesn't want to be on camera in her bonnet right now, but Y'ALL! Look at this face! I said I love you for the first time last night. She said it back though" he says laughing at the camera and you place your hand over your eyes while laughing.

"Jor , what's going on?" You ask and he places your hands in his. 

"This is better than the Invisible Man babe." He says kissing your cheek.

"Let me rewind. So I think I've just fallen in love with a woman sitting front row wearing a cobalt blue dress. I mean i don't know if love at first sight is a thing. But i feel like when you know you know. " He says as he ends the video

The next clip is a video from your second because you two were both a little nervous the first time around.

This time it's a double date. You were all sitting on the floor playing the version of Jenga that has questions written on the block. So if you pull it you've got to answer it truthfully.

You were currently laughing at Jordan telling the story of how he went to hit the floor while dancing for his first audition and split his pants down the middle. 

You can hear the crowd laughing and as you turn to look you see your family , friends, and some of the students/student parents that you're closer to. 

As the video progresses it's like reliving your relationship . All the beautiful ups and downs and you couldn't help the few happy tears.

The lights are slowly turned on and Jordan walks in front of the projector and the usher hands him a mic.

"Baby, my queen, Anna,  25 years ago you graced Earth with your presence and the world got a little bit brighter. 2 years ago I said when you know you know. And I knew then and I know now. You're it for me. I wanna spend every day loving on you and supporting you and lifting you up. You're  my favorite view. Your voice is my favorite sound. You are my home. Your dad gave me the okay so everything's good to go. Would you do me the honor of marrying me?" He asked pulling the box out of his pocket and you walked over to him from your seat shouting yes and reaching for the ring with shaky hands. 

"Your hands are shaking too" you say to him giggling softly as your lips meet his and your loved ones cheer and flashes go off from their phones

"Happy birthday to me! I love this man!" You say holding your hand up showing off the ring 

I hope that you like @itsdespicablebre I was in my feelings the whole time 😂

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You Want to Kiss Me?

"You Want to Kiss Me?," a semi-immersive Shake fan fiction story.

If you've never heard of "Shake," then I don't blame you.  Most people learned of the series of slot machines through the Team Fortress 2 map, "Wacky Races," and even then, they only know about (Live) F.K. and his song, "Give Me!"  But, as you might have guessed, there are more characters than the robotic DJ and more song than "Give Me!"  One character, in particular, is Nadja, the pop idol who may-or-may-not be a vampire. (I mean, I think she is, but her wings keep changing color, so…)

This story I've written is about someone who's a huge fan of Nadja, and gets the chance to actually meet her!  Who's the lucky someone?  Well… it's you, if you want it to be.  That's right.  I actually decided to write a "Character × Reader" story.  Why?  Partly because I was writing too many stories and chapters with my namesake, Joseph, but mostly as a change of pace – an "experiment," if you will.  So, yeah.

Enjoy "your" time with Nadja the Vampire Diva, y'all~! (I know I did.  :D)

Word count: 3,533 – Character count: 19,385 Originally written: April 19th, 2019

After watching your favorite musician, Nadja the Vampire Diva, in concert, you find yourself in her presence at your favorite hangout!  Will you let this rare chance slip by…?

Nadja, "Shake," and related characters and concepts created by and © Daito Giken

    “I wasn’t surprised when you noticed me…  I stand out of a crowd!”     That’s how you caught my eye…     “I’m glad I took a chance with you.  You’re good.”     That’s how you captured my heart.     “But… be honest.  You want to kiss me?”     And, that’s where things got really complicated with you… Nadja.

    I’ve been a huge fan of Nadja ever since she debuted over in Japan, a few years back.  I practically fell in love with that pop idol the first time I saw her!  The focus in her eyes…  The sweet, playful smile on her face…  That cute little fang!  The way her long, deep-pink hair swayed whenever she moved, and the grace of her dance steps…  Yeah, she might have dressed like a typical pop star, wearing those bell-bottom pants and that skimpy tank top that accentuated her more… “womanly” features, but I knew she wasn’t shallow and empty, like all the others.  She’s a fan of her fans…  I guess that’s why I took the chance that I did.

    It all started when I went to one of her concerts.  She was playing in the states for the first time ever!  Not only that, but she was playing right here, where I live!  I had to get a ticket to her show!  It wasn’t cheap, though…  She was practically sold out within the first couple of hours!  Still, I managed to reserve a seat at the stadium.     It… wasn’t a great seat – I had to use my phone’s camera zoom to actually see her.  But, oh man… the way she moved…!  It was like she cast a hypnotic spell on the crowd… or maybe, that was just me.  I know I was completely focused on her as she sang one of her hit songs, “Vampire.”  Hee…  That vampire character she plays when performing is really charming.  I remember being pulled into her world the first time I heard her song… at least until she said: “I wanna suck your blood.”  What a way to get my attention!

    Anyway, after an absolutely great three-hour performance, Nadja told the crowd she’d be signing autographs for her new album outside the stadium.  I tried to get one, but there were just too many people.  She had to leave before even half of us got an autograph.  I guess a pop star, like her, must keep a really busy schedule…  It was disappointing, but I was still pretty amped from the show, so I went to my favorite out-of-the-way hangout.  I didn’t expect what happened next…

    “Vampire’s Kiss, please.”

    Not five minutes after I’d gotten some food, I heard a voice ordering that strangely-named drink.  When I looked over at the place’s bar, I went wide-eyed!  Sitting right there… was a lady with long, deep-pink hair and a matching tracksuit.  Could it be her…?     There was no way a girl like her could have been there, I thought.  It wasn’t a popular place full of popular people…  It had to be a case of mistaken identity.  That’s what I thought… until she started looking around.  No, there was no mistaking that playful smile, those beautiful, hazel eyes, or that little fang of hers.  That girl sitting there?  She wasn’t just “some girl…”

    She was Nadja, the Vampire Diva.

    I’m not sure how long I was sitting there, staring… but it had to be long enough for her to notice.  Once she got her drink – some deep red thing in a martini glass – she slid off her seat and casually walked my way in that lovely, feminine way she moves, one foot in front of the other with swaying hips.  I immediately looked away.  However…     “Herro…”     She quietly greeted me, her Japanese accent seeping through her words.  She was quick to cough and correct herself.     “I mean… ‘Hello.’”     Something about the way she spoke made a shiver run down my spine…  I’d had dreams where Nadja spoke to me… dreams where we hung out or went on dates…  But…     “May I join you?” she politely asked.     She was there.  Really there!  Standing not even a couple paces away from me… talking to me…!  Me…!!  I was way too scared to speak!     “You look nervous…” she noted.  “You’re sweaty and shaking.  Are you okkee?”     Her Japanese accent slipped back into her words, making her question sound somewhat stiff.  Even so, I couldn’t bring myself to speak.     “Well… I’m gonna sit here…”     My body tensed.  I didn’t dare look, but I could hear her slide into the booth where I sat.  Thank God she was sitting across from me.  I probably would’ve had a heart attack if she’d sat next to me!

    “Nervousness is bad for the brood,” she started before fixing her misspeak.  “Bad for the blood, I mean.  It makes you feel tense and bad!  You should relax!  I won’t bite…”     I couldn’t help but be reminded: they called her the “Vampire Diva” for a reason…     “I kidding!” she merrily giggled.  “But seriously, if I making you nervous, I can go.  I just notice you looking at me…  Am curious…  You seem harmress.”     She was right about that.  I was too nervous to harm anyone!  As I listened to her talk more, though… I found myself becoming fixated on all the little quirks with her words.  Nadja’s songs have a lot of “Engrish” in them – which is to say, they sound kind of clunky, sometimes.  I never considered that Nadja, herself, might not be fluent in English…

    “Mm…”     That noise got my attention.  Nadja sounded… disappointed?  I willed myself to look her way… only to blink in surprise.  She was looking out the window, completely ignoring me.  I also noticed the look on her face.  She seemed… lonely.  I suddenly felt guilty…     “This always happens…  I keep forgetting, fans aren’t friends.  Boke desu…”     She shrugged a little before faintly smiling.     “You know me,” said the pop idol quietly told me.  “You’re nervous.  Okay.  I probably shouldn’t be here, anyway…  Maybe, I just wanted to take a break, but… okay.  This is the life I chose.  This is something to keep in mind…”     The lady turned my way… only to blink from behind a pair of dark-tinted, rosy sunglasses.     “You stare, again…”  She narrowed her eyes… then, suddenly, she gasped!  “Did I upset you…?!  Oh, no, sorry!  I talk to myself but sometimes, I don’t notice!  I–”     “No,” I simply told her.  “No, I’m just…”     As I trailed off… I couldn’t help but start laughing.  I’m not sure why, either…

    “Nani?” Nadja asked, cocking her head to one side.  “What’s so funny?”     “The way you speak…” I started to say.  Before I could explain what I meant, though…     “Ha… how dare?!”     She shot me a glare and puffed her cheeks.     “I try to speak English hard,” she said in a raised voice, “but English is a very difficult language to speak!  You have many words that mean so much!  Yayakoshī!!”     I knew she was genuinely mad at me… but for some reason, I couldn’t keep myself from laughing more!  There was something kind of cute about her temper flaring, I guess…

    “Boke!” she shouted as she stood from the table.  “Kaerimasu!  Hmph…!”     As she turned to leave the booth, I stopped laughing.     “Wait-wait-wait!!” I called.  When she shot me another glare, I quickly told her, “I-I’m sorry!  I didn’t mean to upset you!”     “I-I’m not upset…!  Boke!”     I could see the tears forming in the corners of her eyes.  I didn’t just make her mad…  I hurt her feelings too!     “The way you speak isn’t funny…” I tried to explain with a frown.  “I’m just nervous and… I guess… kind of surprised you don’t speak better English…?”     Even without her death-glare, I knew that was the wrong thing to say…     “Nadja,” I told her, “I didn’t mean to upset you.  I really-really didn’t…!  I…”     I had to pause.  I was starting to feel nervous, again.     “Your face is red,” the pop idol noticed.  After a moment, she asked, “Do you… like me?”     She nailed it on the head.  All I could do was nod…     “So… why are you so mean…?!”     “I just–”     “If you like someone, you are kind to them!” she exclaimed, practically scolding me.  “I like you, so I'm kind to you!  You like me?  Be kind!  Jōshikidesu – it’s common sense!”     “Nadja–”     “Do not treat girls badly and–”     “I think your accent is really cute and I love the way you speak…!!”     “Nani…?!”  She paused before asking, “Na… nani tte itta no…?”     When I gave her a confused look, she quietly translated herself.     “Wh-what did you say…?”     “I said… ‘I think your accent is really cute and I love the way you speak…’”  I looked away before adding, “I think it suits you…”     When I glanced back up, I noticed Nadja was scowling… not a good sign.

    “I am trying to learn English,” she told me as she slowly returned to her seat.  “Real English.  Not the… the… what is it…  Japanese word: shōgakkō– p-primary school!  Yes, real English and not primary school English.  Very difficult-desu…”     “You’re doing fine– uh… you’re doing well, I mean?  Um… doing good!”     “See!  That’s what I mean.”  She retrieved her drink, finally taking a sip before telling me, “Three words for the same word.  ‘Fine,’ ‘well,’ ‘good.’  Japanese are much easier.”     “‘Is,’” I corrected as I skittishly looked her way.     “See…?!”  The girl pouted at me.  “English is hard…  Nihongo wa kantandesu…”

    After sitting back down, Nadja ran a finger around the rim of her martini glass, idly staring out the window, again.  I think she was still upset with me…  She might’ve been upset with herself, though.  It seemed like this whole “English” thing was getting her down… so, I decided to break the ice.

    “I really like your songs,” I told her.  When she glanced my way, I added, “You’re the best thing to come out of Japan since video games!”     She stopped playing with her glass and continued to look my way without turning her head.  It was kind of uncomfortable…     “You rike video games?” is the next thing said.  When I nodded, she asked, “Like what?”     She laughed when I told her my favorite game genre, but it was a good kind of laugh.     “I also like those,” she said before focusing on me.  She was smiling… a good sign.     “What kind of games do you like best?” I asked, keeping to the topic.     “Dansugēmu – dance games!” was her cheerful answer.  “I love to move my body!”     I blushed, imagining her playing a dancing game.  Then, before I could stop myself, I told her… “I bet you’re really good at them!”     “I’m not good at them!” she said after a hearty laugh.  “Sooo bad!  But they are fun.  Sometimes, I wish I could always dance my days away…”     Nadja paused, looking in a random direction.  When she turned back toward me, her eyes were half-closed and she wore a sweet smile.     “I want to play with you…” she said in a soft tone.  I knew what she meant, but it still flustered me to hear it…

    “So… did you watch my show?”     I blinked when she suddenly changed the topic.  After a second, I nodded.     “You were awesome!” I told her.     “I have good… um… bakkuappudansā?”  She paused to think.  “‘Backup dancers?’  They help me look good on stage!”     I thought about telling her I didn’t even notice the backup dancers because I couldn’t take my eyes off her.  I didn’t think she’d appreciate it, though.     “Hey, are you going to eat that?”     “Huh?”     I blinked, again.  Nadja was looking at me… but pointing at my food.     “Haven’t eaten, before,” she explained.  “It looks good.  Can I…?”     The pop idol didn’t need to ask twice.  I was quick to offer her some.  A second later…     “It looks better than it tastes.”     She rubbed her mouth, then offered a friendly smile.  She didn’t like my favorite food…     “You’re probably used to eating more fancy stuff, huh?” I commented as I took a little bite.  She just shrugged before speaking.     “I have to watch what I eat.  The manager got angry when gained weight…  Boke.  Can’t live with tomato juice, alone!  Well, I can,” she corrected, “but I hate it!”     Despite the seriousness of the statement, she still wound up giggling.     “Sometimes… I want a chocolate cake!  Or-or, bananapafe!  Or… sometimes…?”     I tilted back as Nadja leaned over the table, getting right in my face.  Then, with half-closed eyes, she whispered…     “Buraddiimīto.”

    It was hard to swallow as she told me that.  When she returned to her side, I started to ask her what she meant… only for her to explain herself.     “Medium-rare, tasty, big steak!” she excitedly told me.  “And, potatoes… baked twice!  Makaroni to chīzu…!  Chokorētoburaunī…!!  Mmmmm…!!”     Nadja dreamily gazed into the distance, imagining all that and possibly more.  I have to admit, it was weird to see someone getting so excited over such “normal” foods… which means she probably didn’t get to eat those very often.     “Being a pop idol diva sure is hard…”     Nadja snapped out of her food hallucination and blankly stared at me.     “‘Diiba…?’” she… repeated?  “Dōiu imidesu ka– um… what does that mean?”     “‘Diva?’” I asked.  When she nodded, I told her, “Famous lady celebrity.”     “Oh.”     She paused to sip her drink.     “What were we talking about, before food?”     “Oh, uh…”  I flustered a little.  “I was just saying… you were really awesome, tonight.”     After seeing her have a food fantasy, I was feeling a little more comfortable with her.  So, as casually as possible, I told her…     “I couldn’t take my eyes off you…”     Calmer or not, I still had to look away after saying that.  When I glanced her way, she looked taken aback… but was quick to smile that pretty smile at me.

    “It’s not normal, tonight…” she said before finishing her drink.  “I don’t usually go out, so I ran away from my manager.  Came here.  Saw you staring…”     I blushed a little.  She didn’t sound bothered, but I still felt embarrassed…     “I wasn’t surprised when you noticed me…  I stand out of a crowd!”  She laughed, then sighed.  “I’m glad I took a chance with you.  You’re good.  But… be honest.”     I looked up… only to blush even more.  Nadja was looking right at me with a soft, patient sort of smile, her little fang shining in the lights.  I was about to ask her what she meant, when…     “Do you want to kiss me?”     She said that.

    I wasn’t sure how to answer or if I even should.  What kind of question was that, anyway?  Why would she ask me that…?  She couldn’t know that I had a crush on her…

    “Bad baby, can’t you see…?”     The diva quietly and slowly sang to me as she rose from her seat, eyes half-closed and a constant smile on her face.     “Can’t you see…?  Can’t you see…?”     I couldn’t see much of anything, honestly.  My vision was getting blurry form how hard I was blushing!  Nadja, for whatever reason, was giving me a private performance of one of her songs… except it felt like less a performance…     “Hey, baby, can’t you see…?  You’ve got to kiss me…”     And more like an actual request…

    “Oh, will you find me… find me… find me…” she cooed as she sat down next to me.  Then, as she drew closer, she softly sighed, “Oh, will you find me… to… hold… me… tight…?”     I couldn’t believe what was happening…  Nadja, the Vampire Diva, had put one hand on my shoulder and had her gorgeous eyes focused on mine!  As she drew nearer, her voice quieted and her eyelids lowered, little-by-little…  Was she… was she serious…?

    My brain tuned out as her siren song continued.  I wasn’t sure what was happening, anymore, but I knew one thing…  My wildest dreams were coming true… and I wasn’t even conscious enough to be a part of them!  How frustrating…!

    “I wanna suck your blood…”

    I gasped, my body shuddering.  Everything came back into focus and in an instant, I was aware of my surroundings, again!  I was also aware… that Nadja had done something to me.  Something I never imagined she would ever do…

    She bit me.

    My breath came in long, slow pants as I watched the girl lean back and sit up.  She was brightly smiling and seemed like she was… giggling?  Hesitantly… I reached up and touched my neck.  Nadja had bitten me… but I couldn’t feel any blood.  It didn’t hurt, either!  Had she bitten me…?  When I looked back over at her, she was wiggling and giggling even more.     “Just kidding!” she said, sounding calm as ever.  “I will never hurt my fans!”     “Y… you…”     A cold chill shot through my body and I rubbed my neck, again.     “You bit me…?”     Her smile faded, immediately replaced with a look of deep concern.     “A-are you okkee– did I bite too much…?!  I-it was just a joke!  G-gomen'nasai!”     She sounded like she looked: panicked.  I was still in shock, though… which is probably why I ended up telling her…     “I’ll never wash my neck, again…”

    “W… wh…?”     Nadja… was stunned.  Then, after a moment of wide-eyed staring, she started laughing!     “B-boke…!  You scared me…!  I thought I…”     Even though she was laughing, I could see tears welling in her eyes, just like earlier…  Before I could tell her not to cry, she was already shaking her head and rubbing her face.     “It was a bad joke,” she said between nervous laughs.  “Because you like me, I…”     “I’m serious, Nadja.”  I felt myself smile as I told her, “I’m never gonna wash my neck ever again!  I… th-that ‘vampire’s kiss’ you gave me…  I’m… I’m…”     Slowly, her smile became a smirk.  Then, she simply told me…     “Your face is red.”     I couldn’t do much other than nod.  She had that effect on me…

    Before long, we both calmed down… but neither of us was terribly talkative.  Nadja was back on her side of the booth, looking out the window while I quietly finished my meal.  I’m not sure what she was feeling, the reason I stayed quiet was because I was worried I’d say something stupid like “I love you,” or something.  Can you blame me?  I was excited!  Not only did I get to see her in concert… but I got to hang out with her… and she gave me a “vampire’s kiss…!”  My head and heart were swimming with joy!  What a night… what a night…

    “Arigatōgozaimashita.”

    A short while later, we left my favorite hangout.  As we stepped out of the doorway Nadja got my attention with that.  When I turned her way, I noticed… she was bowing.     “Wh… wha’–”     “Thank you for treating me kindly,” she said as she stood back up.  “It was fun!”     “I… I didn’t do anything, though.”  I blinked as I told her, “We just hung out, and–”     “Thank you for a fun time!  Ah!”  Her eyes went wide.  “I don’t even know your name!”     Huh.  She was right.  So… I told her.     Nadja repeated it with a smile that made me shiver with happiness.     “I’ll remember that name,” she said.  “Um… heeey…”     My head went to the side.  Nadja was rubbing her arm and looking… unusually shy.     “Tazunete yurushite… but do you want to… what’s the– ‘hang out,’ again?”     I couldn’t help but smile.  She really was nervous…  Then again…     “I-I’d love to.”     So was I.  It wasn’t every day that I got to hang out with my idol…     “Oh!  S-sayoka…?!  Okkee!” she exclaimed in her Engrish accent.  Then, after she took a moment to calm back down, she pulled a phone from her pocket.  “Terefon nanbaa?”     She couldn’t seem to stop smiling at me.  Have to admit, it was infectious.     “S… sure!  It’s…”     I told her my cell phone number and she was quick to enter it.  When she typed a few more things, I blinked and watched.  What was she doing…?     “Huh?”     I got an answer shortly after.  The phone in my pocket was buzzing.  When I answered it, I noticed that Nadja sent me a short message.  It was kind of odd, though…     “‘Look up…?’” I read aloud.  “What do–”     As I did, Nadja leaned in and pecked me on the cheek, stunning me.     “Arigato…!” she excitedly exclaimed before saying my name.  I slowly touched where she kissed… only for her to take my hand on both of hers and whisper, “Seriously.  Thank you…”     I had no idea what to say, so… I just nodded.  That got her to laugh, at least.

    “Guddobaiii!” the pop artist cheerfully said as we parted ways, that night.  She had somewhere she needed to be, I guess.  As we exchanged waves in the moonlight, I could swear I heard her whisper something sweet, but I knew it was just my imagination.  We only just met and were barely starting to be friends, by that point.  Still… it was a nice thought.

    “‘Thinking of you…’” I quietly repeated with a smile.  “I’ll… be thinking of you, too!”

[kagebros]

Aware (Optimus Prime x Reader)

Summary: You can handle yourself pretty well in situations but this one just happens to be an unlucky one, where you’re captured by the Decepticons. Optimus and the Autobots have to come save you but it leaves both you and Optimus a little shaken in the aftermath.  Warnings: Violence, Self Harm? Word Count: 3527

Tags: N/A (DM me if you’d like to be tagged!)

"Are you sure you will be alright?" Optimus asks you, for potentially the 8th time this month. You had accidentally met the Autobots when you were on your way home from work one day, having taken the graveyard shift and leaving when it was still dark when you fell asleep at the horn and crashed into an Autobot. It definitely was a wakeup call and now you were stuck with being given a guardian.

Problem was, you were a fully grown adult and being treated like that made you a little unhappy. After all, it made sense if the children were being babysat but you weren't all for that due to your age. The one called Optimus grew increasingly concerned over your wellbeing, often asking you whether or not you needed a guardian and that the option was always open. You knew Ratchet wasn't exactly open to being put on babysitting duty and Optimus wouldn't have been the best choice, with how busy he always was and the fact he was the leader of the Autobots. They needed him here. Not babysitting a grown adult.

"Yes, Optimus, I assure you I'll be fine," you replied evenly. "I'm just going home, I doubt any Decepticon is gonna jump me," you said. Optimus let out a worried hum and stood back up to go back to his work. You let out a quiet sigh when Optimus walked away. Why he was so protective and worried over you was something you have been wondering for the past few months. You had to admit you had a crush on the guy. But you couldn't say anything since, well first you were a guy and romantic attraction on Cybertron's planet was something you weren't familiar with. That and the fact you were a HUMAN and he most definitely was not. You put on your helmet and got on your motorcycle, it was a red sport motorcycle you had owned for many years and you were very attached to it. Revving the engine for a bit, Ratchet opened the gate and you sped through, waving goodbye for a quick second before looking ahead. The sunset off to the side was beautiful as always so you decided to go on a little detour instead just to enjoy your sweet time. After making a fair amount of distance to the next town essentially, your eye caught on a car beginning to tail you. Dropping your head just for a moment out of annoyance, you drove into the town, hoping to cut whoever was tailing you off. Your eye caught on an abandoned warehouse and you took a sharp left, entering the warehouse and stopping in there for a quick moment. Your engine stood idle before you heard a car drive in with a loud vroom. You let out an annoyed grunt before catching on a ramp up to the next level of the warehouse. You sped around the car in a circle to try and confuse it before driving up the ramp.

"C'mon c'mon there's gotta be a way out," you said to yourself. You then saw an open window and revved your engine. Someone must have turned it into a stunt place out of boredom, given the small ramp leading out of the window. You sped up, jumping off the ramp and seeing the end of it at ground level. During mid air though, something hit you, knocking you off your bike and throwing you to the ground, your head impacting against the pavement, immediately knocking you out.

You awoke to your hands being in chains, your body hanging a few feet above the ground. You looked around frantically but stayed quiet. The doors opened and a familiar face 'graced' your presence.

"Airachnid," you growled through gritted teeth.

"Hello, (y/n), nice to see you again," Airachnid smiled.

"What do you want," you snapped.

"Oh, you know. Lord Megatron has specifically requested that I-" Airachnid was cut off as the door opened with a release of air. Megatron stepped through, Airachnid stepping off to the side and bowing. "Lord Megatron, I," Airachnid looked for an excuse but couldn't find one.

"Silence, Airachnid, going behind my back other times may be excused but not this time," Megatron snapped. His optics then landed on you and you glared at him. "So you've managed to capture the little bug, good," he said.

"Naturally, Breakdown needed my help," Airachnid bragged. "Without my web, they would have gotten away," she said, looking over towards you with a sadistic grin.

"Get squished," you spat towards Airachnid.

"A fiery temper this human has," Megatron commented before stepping forward and gripping your torso tightly. You struggled to breathe and his red optics flared for a moment, taking amusement in your pain. You let out a strangled breath and he let you go, taking in a deep breath, heaving your lungs. "Set up the camera, I want to send a little message to our friends of ours," Megatron ordered.

"I'll get Soundwave, Lord Megatron," Airachnid said before leaving the room. Once she left, you looked towards Megatron with absolute hatred and anger.

"If you're trying to get the location of the Autobots base out of me, you're out of luck," you hissed. Megatron gave a low laugh and pulled you forward with his servos.

"That's too bad, if you had given the location to us we would have let you go," Megatron lied. You spat in his face and he recoiled for a moment before anger overtook him. "So the bug fights back even in the web," Megatron said, squeezing your body once again, harder this time to where you knew there were going to be bruises on your ribs. He let you go and you panted, head dropping down from the pain. "We'll get the location out of you, worm. Sooner or later, you'll crack." A release of air enacted from the door as Soundwave entered. "Soundwave," Megatron smiled. "Send a message to Optimus Prime and his Autobots," he said. "We have his pet."

"Incoming message from... Megatron?" Ratchet announced.

"Play the message," Optimus ordered. Ratchet put it on the screen and was shocked to see you in there. Optimus' optics widened when they immediately landed on you in the background.

"Hello, Optimus," Megatron said, a wicked smile on his face. "I believe I have something that belongs to you," he motioned towards you, the camera zooming in. There were cuts all over your face, as if Megatron had been tracing his claw all over various spots to make you bleed. You were breathing shallowly before looking up towards Soundwave.

"Guess I'm not fine, Optimus," you laughed weakly.

"Come and get them, Optimus," Megatron said. "I'll keep them... good company while they're here, but I have to say. You better come find them quickly unless you want to see your pet perish at the hands of me." He shot a servos towards you and pinched your head together with his digits like he was holding a grape. Your head was held up and finally the feeling of fear filled your core as you looked towards Soundwave. The connection was cut off and Optimus stepped back for a moment, trying to process what was happening. He had to keep his composure but the worry he had in his chassis was spilling out and all the Autobots were noticing it. He didn't say anything until Ratchet got his attention by placing a servos on his shoulder.

"We'll get them back, Optimus," Ratchet assured.

"Have you got a location on where (y/n) is?" Optimus asked.

"The signal from their helmet is still being sent, as long as the tracker is intact within it, we'll be able to find (y/n)," Ratchet replied. Optimus let his shoulders fall out of slight relief. "Opening the ground bridge now," he said, pulling the lever down.

"Autobots, roll out," Optimus said with fervor. No matter what he was going to get you back, even if it meant risking his own life.

You could barely see what was going on in front of you. The constant questioning of where the Autobot's base was soon becoming background noise and you simply hung there, head dropped down out of exhaustion, blood dripping from the cuts on your face. A loud bang came from Megatron as he slammed his arm on the metal wall, snapping your head up as he got your attention.

"Let me ask this ONE more time," Megatron hissed. "Where is the Autobot base located?!"

"I'll... never... betray my family like that," you said quietly, through gritted teeth.

"Then your usefulness to me has run out," Megatron said in a low voice. "Unfortunate for you, of course." He then reached a servos towards you before an energy blast shot him away from you. Bright lights filled your eyes as you snapped your head towards the doorway, where Optimus was standing, his mouthplate on and cannon out towards Megatron. His optics were full of anger but once they landed on you, his gaze softened. "So, Optimus, you finally came for your pet and we were having such a good time too, the red on their face looks so pretty," Megatron said, getting up from his kneeling position. Optimus soon lost his cool and charged towards Megatron, tackling him down and punching Megatron with as much force as possible. You could tell how angry Optimus, especially when he pointed his cannon straight at Megatron's face. Megatron only let out a laugh as he looked at Optimus. "Go ahead, finish it," Megatron coaxed. The anger that controlled Optimus earlier soon went away and he got off of Megatron, standing up.

"No," Optimus said. He put his cannon away and instead ripped off a piece of metal from the wall and drove it through Megatron's shoulder, a pained grunt coming from him as he was pinned to the ground. Optimus turned away and approached you, taking the cuffs off and taking your weak body into his servos. "Let's go home, (y/n)," Optimus said softly, taking you out of the cell and leaving Megatron in the room. "I have (y/n), Autobots, fall back," Optimus communicated. You were having trouble staying conscious as Optimus carried you in his servos. Soon you passed out in his servos out of exhaustion.

"(y/n)? (y/n)!" June's voice echoed. You blinked blearily as a friendly face came into view. "Oh, thank god you came to."

"Did I pass out again?" you said trying to sit up. You clutched at your chest and June pushed you gently down back on the bed.

"Easy now, your chest looks like it's been through a lot," June said. You looked at yourself now and realised you were shirtless. Bruises from Megatron's servos were heavily imprinted on your chest, you still felt like your ribs were on fire and it hurt to breathe. You sat up anyway, ignoring June's protests.

"Where, where's Optimus?" you asked. You clutched your side and looked around.

"He hasn't come out of his berthroom since you got here," Arcee replied. "Seeing you like that really shook him up, we were all worried. And hey," she said, gesturing to your motorcycle. "We managed to get this back too, Ratchet fixed it up for you while you were asleep." You slid your legs to the side of the bed and stood up.

"You're not leaving the base, if that's what you're doing," June scolded.

"I'm not," you said quietly. "I just need to be alone for a bit." You walked off towards the hall, where June, Miko, Raf and Jack looked towards each other with worry.

"Are they going to be alright?" Raf asked.

"They will be. They just need to be alone for a bit," June assured. "What they've been through is something that shouldn't have happened."

You entered the training room you had set up a while ago for you and the kids. It was a way to stay alert and vigilant while knowing how to fight. As you passed by the punching bag, you punched it before stopping in front of it. You were angry at yourself. Incredibly angry. The fact you let yourself get caught when you had been telling Optimus the exact opposite made you feel weak and worthless. Out of anger you punched the punching bag. Then again, and again, and again. You didn't care if your knuckles began to bleed as you punched it, it was just another way to punish yourself. For failing Optimus and putting the other's in danger over your careless act. You let out a yell as you then gave the punching bag a roundhouse kick, catching the bag's recoil and slumping down into a kneeling position, panting from the exertion. This time sadness overcame you and you slammed a fist down onto the concrete floor, crying out. Hot, angry tears flowed down your cheeks as you bit back a sob. Your head hung down as you slammed the floor multiple times, trying to cry it out. After letting it out and taking a few deep breaths, you sat up, exhaling shakily and standing up.

You looked at your knuckles which were now bloodied, dried blood caked on the skin and you moved your hand for just a moment and hissed with pain. With a loud sigh, you go over to the first aid table you had set up for everyone in case they got hurt during sparring sessions and began to wrap your hands with the available bandaging. After flipping your hand back and forth to examine the handiwork, you exited the training room. When you passed by June and the kids, you got on your motorcycle and turned it on. June stood up to try to stop you but you looked at her softly.

"I'm going on a quick ride, I'll be back soon," you said gently. With that you left the base, taking it easy on the motorcycle. You were surprised to see it was night time but it made sense, it felt like hours you were stuck in that godawful cell with Megatron. A soft smile grows on your face as you get off the road and begin riding up the giant rock formation. It was a place you used to come to as a kid whenever you needed time to yourself or get away from it all. You got off of your bike and walked all the way near the edge, sitting down and looking off in the distance as you hugged your legs close to you. You sat in silence for a while until you heard loud footsteps behind you. You turned to see Optimus approaching you.

Optimus, having confined himself to his berthroom, didn't realise you were awake until Ratchet knocked on the door, telling him that you recovered quite well. When Optimus asked if he could see you, Ratchet said right now wasn't the best time.

"They're in the training room if you want to see them," Ratchet informed. "But the way they left the room earlier, it's probably best we leave them alone." Optimus nodded and Ratchet left his room but something at at him that made him want to see you. Flashbacks earlier from today kept playing through his mind like a movie, seeing your face cut up from Megatron's claws, face bloodied to the point he wouldn't have been able to recognise you, and the fact that Megatron was really willing to kill you. If Optimus had lost you, he wouldn't have known what to do. In a burst of emotion, he got off the computer, paused his work, and exited his berthroom, walking down the hallway to go find you. He drew near the training room to hear you grunting. He decided against going in and instead watched you from the doorway, watching you pummel the punching bag in bursts of anger. When he heard you let out a yell and watched you kick the punching bag with a powerful kick, he drew back further, about to leave. Until you dropped to the floor and slammed a fist on the ground, hanging your head down as you cried. You were never open to being vulnerable so Optimus seeing this was something he knew he shouldn't have seen. He wanted to comfort you with all his heart but he instead stepped back and left, worried he might overstep and even betray your trust for watching you be so vulnerable.

When you left the base, Optimus entered the common area to see June and the children looking towards the tunnel with worry.

"You all should be home right now," Optimus said. "I'll go after them, do not worry." With that he turned into his altmode and drove out to follow you.

"May I join you?" Optimus asked you softly. You patted the spot next to you and he walked over to sit down beside you. The two of you sat in silence for a while before you spoke up.

"I'm really sorry about last night," you said. Guilt welled up in your chest as you said those words, a frown on your face as you rested your chin on top of your knees, hugging your legs closer to yourself. "What happened back there, I... I just felt so useless and weak," you murmured.

"What you did was your best to get away from them," Optimus said. "You were outnumbered and you did everything you could to evade them, this is something you should not be apologising for." You stayed silent for a moment, taking in what Optimus said to you. That near death experience though made you realise you needed to tell Optimus. At least... let him know how you really felt, especially the likelihood of dying wasn't going to get any lower.

"Optimus, I... I need to tell you something," you stated, eyes fixed on the horizon in front of you. His optics landed on you and watched you fumble with your words. "After... after what I experienced today, almost dying, if you hadn't been there to save me I'd be," you pause for a moment in attempt to swallow down your fear, but you're unable to finish the sentence. "I just. I need you to know this at least, because maybe I'll never get the chance to say it." You take a deep breath and let go of your legs, sitting up straighter. "I have feelings for you." Optimus doesn't answer for a moment and you feel your heart sink just a little bit. You knew this was folly in the first place. But you needed to let him know.

"I know," Optimus finally replied. You look up towards him with a bewildered expression to where he lets out a soft chuckle. "Your actions and feelings towards me do not go unnoticed, (y/n)," he said. "But your feelings do not go unreciprocated either." You blinked for a moment and felt your face heat up. He gives you a smile and you begin to think you look like a tomato right now. "Seeing you today like that... made me realise I needed you more than ever. And that I would be willing to do anything to protect you."

"I didn't think you'd feel the same," you said. "I... I still remember when you punched Ratchet in front of all of us, Optimus... when he was speaking about Elita One and..." you trailed off. You watched him tense for a moment as the memories were brought up and his optics look wistful for just a moment. "She still means a lot to you after all this time, doesn't she?"

"Time heals all wounds, (y/n)," Optimus replied. "But the physical wounds are the ones to heal the fastest." You give a light laugh.

"They never tell you about the scars it leaves," you said, looking up to him now with a sad smile. He gives a hum in understanding and you climb onto his leg, where Optimus offers his servos and you climb on, sitting on your knees as you faced him. After a moment of silence of just looking into his optics, you spoke up. "Can I try something?" you asked gently.

"What is it?" Optimus replied, the gaze he held towards you full of affection. You leaned forward and kissed Optimus, feeling cold metal that was quickly replaced with warmth underneath. Optimus shut his optics and kissed back, trying to be gentle as possible so as to not push you off his servos. You pulled away when you needed air and Optimus opened his optics to look at you once again. A warm smile grows on his face and he raises his servos to trace your cheek with a digit. He set you down with his servos and you nuzzled up to him, leaning onto his warm frame. "If you're still willing, I'd like to be your guardian," Optimus asked quietly. You hummed in response as you thought about it.

"I should have said yes in the very beginning," you replied. A smile graced Optimus' lips and while you didn't look up, you knew he was smiling.

[sugamoonv]

Eyes Off

Hi, can i requesting a Taehyung scenario? you Taehyung's girlfriend and a worldwide supermodel that is gonna walk in a Victoria Secret fashion show. Everyone is jealous because you look really sexy/hot and how will the other members react, especially Tae? 

Parings: Model!Reader x Idol!Taehyung

Word Count: 1,812

Warnings: implied smut

A.N: As always, let me know what you think!

Sweat dripped down your face as your feet slowed to a stop. The bottom of your sneakers were warm from the treadmill. The sound of moving belts and the occasional clunk of weights filled the gym. You gave a quick glance to your co-workers next to you in the row of treadmills before stepping down and wiping your face with a small towel.

Your wrist vibrated as your phone received a call and sent it to your fit-bit via bluetooth and with a tap, you answered.

“Hello?” you spoke into your headphones.

“Are you at the gym?” your boyfriend, Taehyung’s voice fills your ears.

“That obvious, huh?” you panted out and Taehyung chuckled into the receiver. You sniffled and wiped your upper lip with the towel. “I’m just finishing though so I’ll be over soon for lunch.”

“Okay, good because I refuse to eat without you and everyone’s getting mad at me.”

You laugh out loud and gather your belongings from the public cubbies by the entrance. You wave goodbye to the other women as you exit the door.

--

You pull your shirt away from your shoulders. The damp spot from your freshly-washed hair made it stick to your skin. The rest of the shirt was baggy on you along with the sweatpants you borrowed from Taehyung and your socks that constantly slipped down to your ankles. It didn’t make sense to you to dress up if you were going to be changing later on for another run through.

You cover your mouth to laugh at something Jimin says before taking a sip of your water and reaching forward to your plate. Jungkook insisted on lettuce wraps so you had a napkin or your hand in front of your face each time you shoved a whole wrap in your mouth.

Taehyung leans against you and pats your stomach as you finish chewing your third wrap.

“Mmm, I can’t eat anymore.” You brush your hands on your pants. Jungkook leans forward and steals the last wrap from your plate with his chopsticks and pours sauce on top before pushing the whole thing in his mouth. None of you pay any mind to the way his cheeks puff out.

“Are you gonna’ be late tonight?”

Taehyung drowsily nods into your neck.

“What do you want for dinner then?”

“Bulgogi…..and noodles,” he kisses your neck.

“Alright. I have to go,” you stand up from your place at the table and lean down to peck Taehyung’s lips, “I’ll leave a take-out container in the fridge for when you’re done.”

“Thank you. I love you.”

“Love you too.” You give hugs to the rest of the boys and sling your bag over your shoulder before heading out of the restaurant.

--

Taehyung ignores the flashing cameras as he sits in the first row with his members. He pushes the thin, designer frames up his nose and glances at the people still filing in. He kept his face neutral at the presence of some major icons in the fashion industry and politely waved to the few people he recognized rather than excitedly sparking a conversation with them. He was here for you so he was going to make sure he kept the attention off of him and his members as much as possible.

In fact, part of him was annoyed that his members were here because he knew he himself would draw enough attention. But nearly the entirety of BTS?

Taehyung had had no say in the matter though. After finally being lucky and touring in the same city you had to fly out to for a fashion show, he asked to attend. And thinking of the publicity, BigHit had made Taehyung agree to take Namjoon, Jin, Hoseok, Jimin, and Jungkook. Yoongi had decided to stay back.

Taehyung was not only nervous for himself but for how you would react. Because not only was this the first fashion show he’s attended, it’s the first time he’ll be seeing you actually work. Sure, he’s heard you talk about your job and has seen you playfully model for him, but this was different. This wasn’t a half-naked picture of you on some advertisement in a magazine he hides from the others like some horny teenage boy. This wasn’t going to be like one of the rare nights you were both free and spent it ruining the lingerie he bought you or you were allowed to keep from previous shows or shoots. There were dozens of eyes on him tonight and hundreds were going to be on you and that made his heart beat a little faster.

At long last, when everyone’s finished taking their seats, the lights dim and the anticipation in Taehyung’s stomach heightens. A spotlight flickers on and points at the base of the runway where the designer walks out from behind a large panel. Flashes blind Taehyung’s peripheral vision but he remains apt on listening to the inspiration and meaning behind the woman’s collection. With a bow and a round of applause, the music sounds and the show begins.

The first model comes out fully dressed but as the show goes on, the models become more and more scantily clad until they’re fully on to the lingerie line of the collection. That is when you first make your appearance of the night. Your gaze is focused and face void of any emotion as you strut down the walkway in what has to be ten inch heels. Taehyung can see the muscles in your calves flexing to keep you stable as you walk.

Taehyung swallows heavily at the first piece you’re wearing and he’s not sure if this is some messed up version of heaven to be seeing you in your element yet not be able to put your hands on you. The duality of power and grace in the way you move has Taehyung admiring you and squirming in his seat. Not many realize the physical and mental labor it takes to succeed in your career, but watching you, Taehyung found that he was no longer upset for all the times you blew him off to work with your trainer.

“Tae, are you sure that was Y/N? Because I don’t remember her looking that sexy last time I saw her.” Hoseok leans forward in his seat to talk down the row to Taehyung.

Taehyung can only tear his eyes from the runway after you’ve retreated back behind the panel and once he does, he’s able to address Hoseok. Taehyung brings a hand up to his face and smirks while casting a smug side look to Hoseok. But he has to do a double take as he sees the shocked expressions on his members’ faces. Specifically Jungkook.

Taehyung forgot that before tonight, he’s been the only one to see you dressed the way you are. Namjoon keeps his face as calm as possible, something he’s able to do because of the strong platonic relationship between you two, along with Jin. Taehyung was sure that Jin’s ears were bright red simply from the surprise of seeing his “little sister” in only a bra, panties, and heels. Hoseok was giving Taehyung looks of approval, like a proud father to a son, which boosted his ego and made him protective of you at the same time. It was Jimin’s and Jungkook’s silence however that worried Taehyung.

And so Taehyung found himself gauging Jungkook’s and Jimin’s reactions rather than watching you. Though he could tell whenever you walked out because Jungkook’s eyes would get as wide as saucers and he would guiltily glance at Taehyung and shift in his seat. Jimin would squint as his eyes followed your form and Taehyung saw the way Jimin would tap his fingers before rubbing his thighs until you left.

Taehyung was fuming by the end of the show, causing him to almost miss the final look you were wearing. You appeared on the runway alone for the final time that night wearing the signature piece. It wasn’t the Fantasy Bra, but the gems on it sparkled in the stage lights and camera flashes and made your skin glow. The top and bottom were connected with an open, intricate pattern that barely covered your stomach. And the color of the piece contrasted beautifully with your skin tone and drew the eye to all of your best features.

Taehyung was sure he had actually died and gone to heaven when you came back out at the end of the line up, the designer to your left and a large smile on your face as you made eye contact with him.

Taehyung has to convince his member to leave without him and push past dozens of people before he spots you in the stuffy, open space backstage. The smell of hairspray, makeup, and burnt hair makes his nose twitch. He’s able to properly locate you when you scream his name after seeing the top of his head in the crowd of people. You launch yourself onto him in a full body hug once you’re close enough. You’ve changed into loose sweats and your hair is still is still styled in the complicated up-do.

“You never told me you were coming,” you exclaim into his neck. You hop down and tilt your head up to look at him. “I would have made sure to do better if I’d known you were coming.” Taehyung chuckles at the way you pout at him.

“You did amazing,” Taehyung leans down and kisses your lips, “I’m so proud of you.” You smile into the kiss and snake your arms around his waist.

“Where are the others though? I thought I saw them with you?” you knit your eyebrows.

“They got a head start back to the hotel.”

Disappointment flickers across your face but you nod and begin to make your way outside with Taehyung where your car is waiting for you. You give polite waves to the other models as you leave, ignoring the hard looks they give you and flirty smiles they give Taehyung.

The ride back is quiet and you nearly fall asleep on Taehyung’s shoulder a few times, but every time he wakes you up with a ‘Not yet, babe,” or ‘Don’t fall asleep’ and a small shake. It’s amazing you’re able to keep your eyes open with the gentle lull of the car and Taehyung’s body warmth, the rest of the drive.

You stay a few feet behind as Taehyung checks the both of you in. The lobby of the hotel is dead silent as most people are probably asleep at this hour. You silently walk alongside Taehyung until you get to your shared room. A squeak leaves your lips as Taehyung spins you against the closed door once you’re inside and traps you between his arms.

“I’m gonna’ make sure that everyone on this floor knows you belong to me.”

Tags: @slowlyandrogynouskyrptonite @detectivebourbon @omgsuperstarg @eshika0102

[unfortunatelysirius]

! DEAR BROTHER, HOW I HATE THEE /// BUCKY BARNES x READER

╰❂╮ prompt ╰❂╮ You’re Tony Stark’s secretary, and also his sister, but there’s this one thing you can’t let him find out: your crush on the newest addition to the Avengers team, James Buchanan Barnes. ╰❂╮ author’s note ╰❂╮ I’m finally getting around to trying out new fandoms. Hope you guys like this; if you do, pls tell me, because I feel like it’s garbage and I’m sorry if it sucks D: Love you guys btw! Send some positivity my way pls, I’m going through some shitty times with rlly toxic people and it’s a struggle to get out of friendships with people you’ve known since childhood. AS ANOTHER SIDE NOTE, if you want tagged in future Avengers imagines, shoot me a message or just comment bc yoooo, I’ll totally do it. And rememberrrr, my inbox is open! And I’m always looking for fresh ideas for my imagines :))) ╰❂╮ warnings ╰❂╮ Swearing, Fluff ╰❂╮ word count ╰❂╮ 3869

   If there was one thing you absolutely hated about your brother—not counting his oversized ego—it’d be his habit of meddling in your affairs. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t hide secrets from Anthony Stark. It just didn’t work that way, especially with all the security cameras and the blabber-mouthed Avengers that littered the Tower.

         But there was this one secret that, if gotten out, and if exposed to the male members of the team, you’d probably move to Alaska.

         You had the biggest, fattest, most obviously obvious crush on the Avengers’ new recruit, Bucky Barnes.

         Truth be told, if it were up to you, you wouldn’t be enduring the phases of a crush. You didn’t want to be infatuated with someone who probably cared more for succulents than they did for you. The butterflies, the stomach cramps, the anxiety, the sweaty palms; you were certain Bucky noticed your behavior around him, and he probably found it uncomfortable, and it most certainly made him avoid you, but what were you supposed to do? Stay rooted in your office all day? That was not a plan you felt obligated to disclose—especially not to your crazy-ass brother. If it was up to Tony, he would have locked you in your office by now; if he ever caught you, his puny little sister, attempting to join in on field combat again, he’d probably have a heart attack. And Pepper would have your head.

         Well, maybe not. Pepper liked you. But that was liable to change if you killed her boyfriend. And Tony would turn you into Rapunzel if you kept trying to be a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent when you were a freakin’ secretary.

         That’s one reason why you couldn’t share your latest fancy with your brother. With all the history of Bucky being the Winter Soldier, and you always getting into trouble that’d always wind up with you sustaining some sort of injury, he’d worry himself into early sickness. You told Tony everything, only starting with the trend of raw honesty after Tony revealed that he had cameras out in the hall from your room and basically knew everything you’d ever done wrong, but this was just something he’d try and sabotage in any possible way he could.

         However, that didn’t mean you couldn’t tell other people. It just had to be outside of hearing range for the Tower. That’s what had you and Wanda Maximoff at a café around the corner from Stark Tower. A populated place that was nowhere near Tony and his rampant, exaggerative mind.

         “Oh my gosh, Wanda,” you groaned into the table, barely managing to thank the waitress as she deposited your and Wanda’s coffees and blueberry muffins in between the two of you. You peeked up, giving Wanda your best I’m-dying eyes, fit with half-slanted eyelids and creased corners. “He’s just so handsome… I can’t be normal around him. Like, how do you be normal around cute boys?”

         Wanda pursed her lips. She had taken a dainty sip of her mocha latte through your rant, and was only just putting it down when you turned your pleading gaze to her. “Well,” she said slowly, “I do not think I am the best person to approach with this information. Neither Natasha. Do you have any secretary friends you can talk to about this?”

         Your eyes turned withering. You regarded your coffee and muffin as irrelevant, pausing only for a moment to take in the delectable blueberries bursting out of the muffin-skin, before you raised your head to its full height. “You and Natasha are the only people I talk to,” you said. You sounded whiney, but you were freaking out about this, so honestly, you didn’t care. You jutted out your bottom lip, thinking a pout could win her over, and evoke from her advice. “Please?”

         A pause. Then Wanda finally sighed. “If you really want a relationship out of this, then you should approach him with your feelings,” she told you. “Feelings are no good when they stay just that: feelings.”

         “That’s true,” you said. You took a bite out of your muffin, nearly turning into goo at the scrumptious taste. “He’s just so… stoic. And he hardly smiles, or laughs. Sometimes I don’t know if he wants to kill me, feels nothing for me, or finds me likable. I mean, I hope it’s the latter, but let’s face it; the only person he truly likes in that tower is Steve, and on rare occasions, he even enjoys Natasha’s company. I’m just… a background nuisance.”

         “No, you are not.” Wanda shook her head at you. She took her hands from her coffee cup, moving them out so she could place them on your own hands. She gave you a stern, motherly look. “You must get to know him better. Try your hand at being his friend, and then, see where the road takes you. You will do nothing for yourself if you continue to mope.”

         You nodded frantically. “Yeah, yeah—that’s a great idea—but, wait…” You sighed. “What do I do about Tony?”

         Wanda rolled her eyes. “Pay him no mind,” she said, pulling away a hand to wave it dismissively in the air. “You’re a grown woman. He does not own you. Unless you are a product of Stark Industries, and you are no human, but a robot in disguise. Are you?”

         “No…”

         “There you have it, then. Talk to Bucky, and see where he stands.” She leaned back in the booth seat, taking a long sip of her coffee. You proceeded to do the same.

         Maybe she was right… You did need to start getting to know Bucky better. And you needed to stop letting Tony influence and dictate your life. After all, Bucky was only a man, and if he was as truly stoic as you thought he was, then your feelings would be one-sided and Tony would get his wish: you, single forever, an eternal bachelorette.

         -

         You were making breakfast in the kitchen Tony had on the Avengers floor (as well as the floor you stayed in, when you weren’t at your apartment in the city), clad in Hello Kitty pajamas, when you had your first encounter of the week with Bucky. You were humming to an old 80’s song, stirring pasta, and there came a deep, throaty chuckle, then his husky voice as he said, “Is that Billie Jean?”

         You jumped, a sharp squeak leaving you. A flush lit you up from head to toe, and if it wasn’t Bucky—if it was another Avenger, someone you were comfortable enough around to be yourself—you might have broken into a fit of, “Oh my god, oh my god”’s. However, just your luck, it was Bucky who graced you with his presence, seeing you in your pajamas, watching you as you jammed out to imaginary Michael Jackson records. This was downright embarrassing.

         You slowly turned to look at him. You fought back the even redder shade of blush that was struggling its way up your throat, choosing (from a multitude of other embarrassing ways to act around Bucky) to smile nervously and teeter-tot on your heels. If the symptoms of your crush were going to burn you alive, you might as well smile through the death and destruction. Bucky began to look expectant when you merely stood there and smiled at him, which made you remember you hadn’t yet replied to him. “Oh, u-um, yeah!” you said, through such a high pitch, that you internally face-palmed. Way to give yourself away, dumbass. “I was just…”

         “Dancing?” Bucky raised an eyebrow. A smirk was beginning to twitch at his lips, fighting to make its debut appearance. “That’s a bit of a safety hazard when cooking, doll.”

         Doll? Did he just call me doll? That deep-red shade you were trying to fight off your face… You were now a goner to your body’s dysfunctions. You flushed deeply, and your smile turned into a clumsy line that revealed just how much strength you had in the face of a handsome, well-mannered man, meaning zero. “There’s a reason why Tony keeps me locked up in the office all day,” you said, with an unsure laugh. “He says I make a habit of hurting myself when I’m alone. Apparently, I’m a trouble magnet!”

         Bucky’s eyebrows raised, and he no longer tried hiding his smirk. He looked amused. “Clearly,” he murmured.

         “Well, uh—” You stopped talking. You really didn’t know where you were heading with that. The curious look on his face, though, made you take a deep breath and say, “Shouldn’t you be at training?”

         Bucky’s eyes turned wide, and his smirk disappeared. He put a nervous hand on his neck, scratching at it—like this was a question he really didn’t want to answer. “Well, uh—” he parroted, looking just as jumpy as you had felt when you, too, had uttered the words. “I just wanted—I, well… I thought you might want some company.”

         You blinked. You hadn’t expected that. “Well… I could always use someone to talk to while I cook.” Your expression considerably brighter, you turned back to your pasta—which had almost burned while you were busy talking to Bucky.

         A loud scrapping sound told you Bucky had sat down, and the prickling sensation on your neck told you that he was staring. After about three minutes of you moving the pasta off the burner and putting together a marinara sauce, you decided to say something. You said over your shoulder, “So, you like Michael Jackson?”

         Bucky said, “Yes.” A simple answer.  

         “I do too,” you replied, a smile on your face as you put the marinara sauce in a pan to heat. You turned to him. “Would you want to eat with me?” At the startled expression on his face, you backtracked, a sense of panic welling up in you— “Wait, uh—only if you want to—”

         “Sure,” said Bucky, reverting you back to your normal, albeit fidgety, state. “Pasta’s nice.”

         “Oh.” You blinked. You weren’t expecting that answer. “Okay, cool!” The raised eyebrow he shot you at the amount of pent-up excitement in your tone made you feel a tad bit abashed, but what did that matter—you were having dinner with James Buchanan Barnes.

         You couldn’t stop smiling all throughout dinner, so distracted by your conversations with Bucky (and the astonishing fact that he was smiling and laughing with you, two elements of a human’s behavioral personality, which he apparently lacked, that caused you to think he disliked you) that you forgot one teeny, tiny detail about Stark Tower…

         -

         Tony cornered you the next morning, nearly sloshing your coffee all down your shirt in his haste to get to you. “You couldn’t have picked a worse person to deflower you, huh?”

         You stopped walking. What the hell? “Did you really just say ‘deflower’? What are you—fifty?”        

         “Better than being in my 90s,” Tony said snidely, an obvious reference you weren’t automatically getting, before grabbing your arm. He ignored your look of annoyance and pulled you to in front of him. “That tin-armed hand-me-down is still in the works about becoming normal, Y/N/N. One little snap, and you could be killed. You understand that?”

         “What—are you talking about Bucky?” At Tony’s deadpan expression, you had to let out a sigh; of course he saw. Of course! He had cameras in every stinkin’ crevice of this damned Tower. “Tony… there’s nothing going on between us.” Well, you wished there was, but he didn’t need to know that. “And besides, Bucky is a person. Stop talking about him like he isn’t.”

         Tony rubbed a hand over his face in exasperation. “Bucky is a person… He’s got you brainwashed, or infatuated, because all I see is a man who murdered our damn parents, Y/N.”

         You pushed him off of you. “That wasn’t him,” you snapped. “He wasn’t in control of himself. If you want to blame anyone, blame Hydra. Stop being a dickhead about it.”

         Tony’s eyes darkened. He went to say something, but he must have thought better of it because he merely shook his head, then briskly walked back down the hallway. When you got to your office, you couldn’t help the long, angry screech that left you in the safety of your personal four walls; if there was anyone who could frustrate you most in this world, it was your brother.

         -

         Taking long and well-thought measures to avoid someone usually resulted in you avoiding other people, too. Which included all of the Avengers. It wasn’t that much of a surprise when a knock on your office door sounded before Natasha was waltzing right in, a look of pure anger on her face.

         “Why are you avoiding us?” she said brusquely, barely paying your deer-in-headlights expression any attention as she plopped down on the meeting chair placed in front of your desk.

         “I’m avoiding Tony.”

         Natasha breathed out a scoff, then began to laugh. “He lives here, Y/N. How exactly did you think you were going to avoid him? Avoid us?”

         She had got you there. Your expression fell into a thin line teetering on the edge of shame, barely concealing your embarrassment. “I know… but he—”

         Natasha threw up a dismissive hand. “Whatever he did to you, it can’t be bad enough a reason for you to avoid everyone and lock yourself up in this tiny little prison you call an ‘office.’” She snorted. “Barnes is worried.”

         You were beginning to look away, not able to meet Natasha’s eyes while she was busy chastising you, but her final words caught your attention. You immediately turned to look at her. “Wait—what?”

         There was that meddling look that Tony was always giving you. Befit with a raised brow and hollowed-out cheeks, Natasha smirked. “Barnes. He’s worried about you. He’s the one who asked me to come check on you. He said Tony probably locked you up to keep you out of trouble.”

         Wow. I didn’t think Bucky cared enough to do that. Maybe there was a lot of things you didn’t know about Bucky. You pursed your lips, then said—“You can tell him I’m fine.”

         Natasha got this look on her face, before she was tilting her face towards the door leading to your office. “Why don’t you tell him yourself?”

         Before you could ask what she meant by that, the door to your office was pushing open, and Bucky stuck his head out from between the frame. His frown seemed bashful, and he didn’t meet your gaze head-on. “Hey, doll. Can I come in?”

         Doll. Again. You ignored Natasha’s knowing stare when you replied, “Oh, y-yeah—of course.”

         “Guess I’ll be off,” Natasha said loudly, rising from the office chair. She sent you a wink. “I’ll get Tony to lay off with the brotherly love.” She smirked.

         You waved her off awkwardly, biting hard on your lip as she passed Bucky and shot him a wicked, cheeky grin. Bucky mumbled a few choice words, shoving at her shoulder; he certainly seemed embarrassed by whatever implications were in her expression.

         When Bucky was out of the door’s range, and Natasha’s clacking heels were no longer heard above the ventilation, the two of you sat in a still, awkward silence. You were twiddling with your fingers, and Bucky was staring at his feet, both of you too introverted and shy to really speak the first words. However, in the midst of your frantic thoughts (Oh God, what do I say, what do I do, is he mad at me? Did I do something wrong?) you didn’t notice Bucky look up from his boots, or see him sink into the same chair that Natasha had only been occupying moments before. He looked at you for a long moment, and only when the hair-raising feeling that accompanied people’s centered gazes intensified did you finally look up.

         “Oh,” you said dumbly. “Hi.”

         Bucky’s lips twitched. The barest hint of a smile crawled onto his lips. “Hi.”

         You didn’t know what to say. Neither did Bucky, it seemed. This was extremely awkward, and you wondered why Natasha had to leave when she knew the two of you were the quietest members of the Tower; conversations were difficult to uphold when Bucky was silent most of the time and simplistic in his rare answers, and you always stopped before you could begin when it came to speaking.

         However, you must have misjudged Bucky for being defiant in his silence. He slowly crossed his arms, continuing to stare into your eyes, before saying, “Did Tony do something?”

         Your mouth fell agape before you were gathering your senses. Don’t be such an open book, idiot. “He said some things I didn’t like,” you said finally. “So we’re not on speaking terms, at the moment.”

         Bucky’s face brightened, then dulled. Like he was wanting a different answer. Like he knew exactly what you were talking about. “Ah,” he said. “Does the word ‘deflower’ really bother you that much?”

         Oh, shit. Did he—? “Wait.” Your reply was slow, calculated. “Did you overhear our conversation?”

         Bucky nodded.

         You sighed. Well, he must think I’m obsessed with him or something, defending him like I’m his girlfriend. “Tony’s… an asshole. I’m sorry he said the things he did.” There, that sounded friendly enough. You didn’t want to come off as a fangirl.

         Bucky just shook his head, looking determined. And like he didn’t really care about Tony, and his wonderful way with words. Bucky leaned forward, propping his crossed arms on your desk. He was close enough for you to smell his cologne, and close enough that your gaze immediately flickered towards his lips. “You said there’s nothing going on between us… What if I said there is something?”

         This conversation was heading in a direction you were not anticipating. Your jaw fell open again, eyes going wide with shock. “W-What?”

         Bucky stared at you. He seemed less confident now, with your expression of bewilderment so blatant. He started leaning back into his chair. “I’m sorry—was that too forward?”

         Now, you were dubious. Why wasn’t he referencing all the fangirl moments you’d have around him? Was he just oblivious? Since it appeared like he was embarrassed, for lack of a better word, you began to push forward in your seat; you latched a hand around his flesh arm. “N-No!” you shouted, before quieting, a blush on your face. “No… I just didn’t expect you to think that way about me, is all.”

         Bucky was the one to look dubious now. “I thought I was obvious about it.”

         “No, if anyone was obvious, it was me.” You laughed and shook your head. “Always giggling around you, and stuttering. And don’t get me started on the blushing. It’s like you’ve turned me into a schoolgirl again.”

         Bucky’s handsome face lit up with a smile. Not a smirk—a smile. It made your stomach do flips. “I guess I just didn’t think someone like you would like someone like me. I’m surprised… I even came up here. I was actually going to your office to ask you out on a date when… you and your brother talked, but when you said there was nothing going on, I just thought… And then you were avoiding Stark, which made me think maybe, you were lying, and maybe his words made you more angry than I thought.”

         That was the most Bucky had ever said to you. Maybe even around anyone in this Tower, including Steve—which made you feel smug inside. You smiled at him, and reached out a hand to lay gently on his jaw. “Well, you’re here now,” you told him softly.

         He smiled back at you. “Yeah. I am.” He cupped the back of your neck with his human hand and pulled you into a swooping kiss.

         You were shocked—completely shocked—by the amount of butterflies that lit up in your belly at the sensation of Bucky’s lips on yours. You thought the movies and books were lying when they said kissing was like a Fourth of July show. He tasted like coffee—black, no creamer and no sugar, the same way you liked your own coffee—and he smelled even more heavenly, making you nestle closer as the grip tightened on the hair at your nape. His lips grew harder against your own, moving passionately (as though both were pieces to the same puzzle) and it made you feel light, like you were airborne, the way he tasted and felt.

         So caught in this amazing feeling, you didn’t hear the door open. But you did hear the outraged noises that left whoever it was that barged in.

         “What the hell, Y/N?! Does this look like nothing to you?” your brother yelped, seeming completely bewildered by the sight of you and Bucky locked in a kiss.

         You pulled away, wracked with a sense of smugness at the deprived sound that left Bucky’s throat. You gave him a soft smile before moving your chair sideways to take a peek at the door. Tony was there, mouth fully popped open, pointing a finger between you and Bucky, like he was in utter disbelief; you were sure in that empty brain of his, he was praying for this to be nothing but a vicious nightmare, his greatest worries coming true.

         How sad it’d be when he woke up tomorrow morning to find that this was a reality, a reality not going anywhere anytime soon.

          You left your hand on top of Bucky’s as you said, “You know, Tony, it’s kind of rude to barge into a room without knocking first.”

         Tony spluttered, and gaped, raising an angry finger. Similar to how he acted when you called him a dickhead. “I’ll have you know—”

         “You own this place, you can do anything you want, you’re the great Tony Stark—blah, blah, blah.” You caught the amused smirk on Bucky’s face. And a startled look. He was probably confused about your banter with Tony; you could be talkative to people you really cared about, but the shyness came out in front of strangers and groups. You threw Tony a frown. “Listen, Tony—I get that you think you have some sort of sibling protection rules you live religiously by, but let’s be a little bit more lenient about my dating life… Okay? Okay. Now please—get out and go gossip to the Avengers about me. I know you really want to.”

         An outraged look appeared on Tony’s face. “Don’t think this is over!” he said angrily, before he was sweeping out of your office; there wasn’t a doubt in your mind that he was heading to the Avengers to mope and ask for advice on how to sabotage your relationship.

         You sighed, looking back at Bucky. He was already looking at you, and he was smirking. “Dating, huh?” he said, sounding pleased.

         You swatted at him playfully; now that you knew he didn’t hate you, it was much easier to be comfortable with him. “Oh, shut up and kiss me.”

         And he did.

[astoria00]

A Sun seeks DAY

Get out of my way Freak!

I wasn’t anywhere near you!’

It’s your fault the deal fell flat.

 They didn’t even know about me!’

 I never wanted a kid in the first place.

 ‘Would it make a difference if I was born ‘normal’?

  Neo hated waking up from that accursed dream.

Since Roman’s death it constantly plagued her. Her peace of mind seemingly lost forever by his sudden demise…and she only had herself to blame.

If she hadn’t taken Ruby lightly, if she had stayed on top of the ship, she could have stopped her dear friend’s cruel fate.

But she had thought they would be alright…just like always.

There was no way they were in any real danger.

They chose the winning side…

 And now Roman was gone forever.

 It boggled her how thinking about him still hurt so much.

Time healed all wounds?

What a joke.

 Stretching her tense legs a bit, she shivered at the cold creeping up her feet.

This was the last time she let Cinder chose where they would spend the night.

The cave might have been a more…low profile friendly option, but Neo was tired of freezing all the time.

 ‘Don’t have those fancy powers keeping me warm.’

 The short girl had always had some sort of inkling that their new partner was a bit more special than she had let on, but the existence of actual magic just seemed so far removed from reality…and yet she had witnessed it with her very own eyes.

Years before Cinder had graced them with her presence.

 Now you listen to me you stupid brat!

You better not come back before you apologize for whatever you did to the Branwen tribe, you hear me?

 Shuffling her feet, Neo pulled them to her knees while sitting up, her mismatched eyes blinking through the darkness.

Cinder and her had build some sort of provisional shelter to keep the snow outside and giving them an opportunity to rest…though she couldn’t be too sure if the dark haired girl had actually gotten herself some shut eye.

Speaking of which, where was her sassy companion anyway?

 Grimacing at failing to locate her missing attire, she hobbled to the exit winding her thick blanket even tighter around her body.

 ‘Of course she’s outside.’

 Cinder seemed to have trouble to let her guard down enough to sufficiently rest.

It was something Neo observed when they had traveled to Atlas together.

There was some nervous, tense energy around her. One that felt all too familiar to the shorter girl.

A cold shudder ran down her spine, as she pulled the spare blanket they had put up along the entrance to the side and padded outside.

 ‘COLD!!!’

 So maybe running through the snow barefoot hadn’t been such a great idea after all.

But on the other hand, she also had no real motivation to turn back around to get her shoes.

Exhaling loudly, she let her eyes wander over the scenery in her attempt to spot Cinder.

Which appeared not to be as time consuming as she thought.

The dark haired girl hadn’t strayed too far from their secret hideout, lying in a puddle of fresh snow, staring up into the dark, cloudy sky, watching the snowflakes fall.

There was something strangely serene about the picture.

Neo couldn’t help but look at her companion in silent wonder.

She had never seen Cinder so…relaxed…no, that wasn’t the right word.

 ‘Vulnerable!’

 That’s it.

She had never seen her so vulnerable, so raw and open before.

Maybe it was the dim light surrounding them, as the moon was obscured by thick dark clouds, but the short girl couldn’t help but acknowledge how beautiful the other girl actually was.

Even if it was somewhat begrudgingly.

After pondering whether to leave or stay, Neo sat down next to Cinder.

 The snow was freezing, even with the blanket around her whole body.

Shivers ran done her spine, as she tried to huddle closer to her companion, finally seeming to get her attention.

 “What the-?

Do you have a death wish, girl?

What are you doing out here?”

 What is a small girl like you doing in a place like this?

  xxxxxxxxxx

  The tall boy mustered her with keen interest, his bowler looking oh so funny on his reddish hair.

She must have gotten lost on her way to the Branwen tribe’s current location after all, because that definitely wasn’t how she had envisioned a bandit to look like.

Before she could even try to explain herself though, a red, long and more importantly sharp sword was held to her head, pointing directly to a point between her eyes.

Its owner’s face was hidden behind a…grimm mask of sorts?

Only two crimson orbs glowed dangerously through the two small slits, positioned perfectly over the other person’s eyes.

She swallowed harshly.

 This wasn’t good, right?

She should have never sneaked inside this tent!

 ‘I don’t want to die!’

 “Now, now Raven.

Your loyalty and commitment to my safety are honorable, but surely you don’t believe me to be threatened by a mere child, do you?”

 Behind the masked girl appeared an older, even more imposing woman, a fur coat hanging around her shoulders, carrying the proud emblem of a lone feather.

 ‘The leader!’

 Now this was bad.

On one hand she found the leader, on the other…

 “My apologies, ma’am.”

 The sword disappeared from her view and relief washed over her, to be immediately replaced by another wave of anxious tension by the masked girl’s next words.

 “Shall I deal with this brat?”

 She didn’t like the sound of that.

And if she was being honest, she also didn’t want to find out how the bandit wanted to ‘deal’ with her.

 Not daring to move one inch, she stared at the leader in fear.

 “She’s just a kid, I’d say we have more pressing topics to talk about than deciding the fate of a poor streetrat.

Just let her go.”

 Finally the bowler wearing boy had spoken up, tipping against his hat with a grin.

The leader sighed, when Raven immediately whipped around, almost growling at him.

 “I am second in command!

You don’t give me orders!”

 The redhead’s grin widened, when he pulled out some keychain, causing the masked girl’s posture to get rigid.

 “I don’t know about that, Robin.

Maybe you’re getting soft.”

 He dangled the chain in front of her, revealing a photo of four young people, all smiling in the camera. One looked oddly similar to the masked girl, she thought.

Not that she cared.

She just wanted to get out of this alive.

 Before Raven could retort anything, the leader stepped forward, banging her hand against the table with a loud, thud, splintering the wood and causing both of the other bandits to snap to attention.

 “ENOUGH!”

 Fixing the masked girl with a pointed stare, she ripped the keychain out of the bowler wearing boy’s hand, her voice lowering dangerously.

 “We will talk about this at a later time, do you understand, Raven?”

 Nodding wordlessly, Raven didn’t make a sound. Just her clenched fists indicated how furious she must have been right now.

 “Good, and Roman”, her attention now solely laid on the redhead, “the answer is no!

I will not approve of segregation!

We are bandits, not organized crime lords.”

 “But think about-“

 “Not another word!

I gave you a home when nobody wanted you. I taught you everything you know.

Without me, you would be nothing.

Is that the extent of your gratefulness?”

 The boy lowered his head and it was in that moment that she decided to bolt.

Running and crawling as fast as she could back into the air ventilation system, only managing to catch the muffled cry of what she presumed to be Raven and the cold voice of her leader.

 “Let her go.

I won’t waste resources on catching a little brat that is of no use to us.

She hasn’t heard anything that could do us harm.”

 And still…she couldn’t stop running.

Tears streamed down her face, as she realized just how narrowly she escaped death.

A death her father had gladly sent her to…

 ‘Oh no!’

 Her father!

…he wouldn’t be pleased when she reported that she hadn’t been able to change the Branwen tribe’s mind after all.

 The cold evening wind that greeted her once she finally submerged to the surface again made her want to huddle down.

 It was so cold…

She was so tired…

She stopped completely and leaned against the wall, searching for a place to rest a bit.

Hobbling into an alleyway she ducked next to a trash container to shield herself from the freezing breeze.

 She didn’t know how long she stayed there, only that she couldn’t seem to stop crying.

 ‘Mommy…why did you leave me?’

 Because she was a freak.

Wasn’t that what her father told her all the time?

No one wanted a mute child.

 “Well, hello there Neopolitan.

You look practically frozen.”

 Startled she looked up, her eyes widening in shock.

It was Roman, the bowler wearing bandit.

She had expected dread to settle in again, but surprisingly she wasn’t as afraid as she thought she would be.

The redhead only smiled, offering his hand to her, almost as if he knew who she was…

But that couldn’t be true…right?

 “Let’s get you home and warm you up.”

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  “-warm you up?”

 ‘Huh?’

 Neo blinked owlishly at the person now perched at her side.

Cinder seemed to have sat up, squinting at her incredulously.

She must have missed the question.

Cocking her head, she shrugged clueless, causing the dark haired girl to sigh exasperated.

 “I asked if you want me to warm you up.”

 Just as she was reminded of it, the cold returned full front, making her shiver noticeably under her blanket, offering a small nod to Cinder, who rolled her eye and simply held out her hand for Neo to grab on.

 A pang of sadness washed over her.

There were times when missing Roman was bearable…and then there were times she wished she could scream her pain out to the world.

When she wanted to find someone she could blame it on.

Cinder had been on the receiving end of it as well.

Her feelings for her companion were a jumbled mess.

 She hated Cinder!

And the worst was, the dark haired girl hadn’t even known why until recently.

Obsessing over getting her revenge on her had kept her going.

It had been the only thing driving her…

‘Roman’s dead and you left me!’

 And yet…

 Warmth spread through her hand as it entwined itself with Cinder’s.

 …she couldn’t help but want to keep being around her.

There was this admiration she had for the other girl.

The way her face would light up for the most ridiculous thing she deemed useful to her.

Her cunningness, her over the top attempts to sound like a crime lord…

…her golden like, gorgeous eye…

 ‘…huh?’

 Where did that come from?

 Giving Cinder a grateful smile she wrote in the snow before them.

 /Do you ever sleep?/

 The dark haired girl’s expression soured, her voice changing, adapting the short girl’s favorite uppity tone.

 “I don’t need sleep.

I am perfectly capable of reserving my energy.”

 Something cracked behind them in the distance, possibly a tree submitting to the heavy snow piled on top of it, but whatever it was, it made Cinder flinch noticeably.

 ‘…are you afraid?’

 That would probably be a bad thing to ask, though she doubted Cinder would ever be able to find some rest like this, seeing how high on alert she appeared to be.

It was time to change the game.

 /Read me a story./

 Her companion positively gaped at her.

 “Excuse me…what?”

 Pointing at the snow again the short girl wrote it out even more carefully, skillfully hiding her gleeful smile.

 /READ ME A STORY!/

 Cinder appeared at a loss for words, she was positively rattled.

It seemed to cost her immense willpower not to react to the fact that Neo had practically ordered her to do it, as she breathed in deeply.

Finding her voice again, she tried to compose herself.

 “If you hadn’t noticed, we are right out of books.”

 ‘You don’t say.’

 The short girl shrugged.

 /Guess you have to make one up then./

 Not even waiting for Cinder’s response Neo lied down on the snow, staring up at the dark sky, just as her companion had done before her.

 Befuddled Cinder stared at her, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment, as she realized Neo would probably continue to bug her to comply with her wish…

The shorter girl’s grip on her hand tightened a bit when she tried to pull her hand away.

 Neo wouldn’t let her get out of this.

 With a silent curse, Cinder surrendered and rolled on her back, glaring at the clouds.

 “Do I really have to?”

 A quick squeeze was the only affirmation she got.

 Clicking her tongue in annoyance, the dark haired girl began to search for words.

 “Fine…

Ahem, once upon a time there was…a dragon.

He was strong and feared…and powerful.

One day he encountered a little girl who was shackled by a cruel fate and he saw the potential inside her, so he took her with him…”

 ‘You have a nice voice.’

 She really meant it. It was incredibly pleasant to listen to. So much so, that Neo had to be careful not fall asleep.

Not yet at least.

 So she listened to the tale her companion spun, full of monsters and magic, thieves and wizards and, most importantly, dragons.

The sky began to tint its colors, chasing the endless dark of the night away as it slowly began to dawn…and Cinder’s voice abruptly stopped.

 Turning her head she saw that the dark haired girl’s eye was closed, her breathing even and slow.

 ‘Finally!’

 It had been so hard to not simply drift off, but now that she had managed to get Cinder her much needed rest, she felt herself fade away as well.

Robbing closer to her companion’s sleeping form she cuddled against her.

Yes, Cinder would probably never allow them being this close to each other after she stabbed her, but Neo couldn’t stand the thought to wake up alone and cold again.

 ‘Good night, Cinder.’

 In hindsight, it probably had been a bad idea to fall asleep outside of their camp.

 AN: Hello again ^^

Time for Day Two I guess…I’m probably not finishing until    Spicecreamweek is 

Over, but I’ll still do all the prompts.

Enjoy ^^

[vantekay]

moonlight kisses and dahlias ||kth

word count: 7.7k

estimated reading time: about 12-15 minutes

genre(s): fluff fluff fluff and oh, did I mention fluff? also idk if you would call it angst but like hyung line lecture tae for a half a minute before everything is all good again.

warnings: a couple curse words towards the end, a steamy kiss at the end ;)

summary: basically taehyung enjoying himself until a strange girl (you) comes up and stares at him in bewilderment because this field felt like it belonged to you and what was he doing lazing in the lavender? after a few weeks he takes you stargazing as an unofficial first date and you accidentally totally on purpose kiss him whilst straddling him surrounded by dahlias underneath the night sky.

guys! @whimsicalliethereal made this beautiful moodboard with MKAD in mind and it’s really amazing! I was so happy and amazed when she sent it to me and told me she loved the story so much that she wanted to make something for it and when she found the photos of tae in a field she knew she had to make it for MKAD. like I told her, it completely and perfectly captures the first scenes in the story with so much similarity its a little scary haha. these are the types of images I created in my head when I made the story and to see it put into a moodboard format is unreal! please show her all of the love in the world for this because it really is amazing, thank you so much again cara!

the wind blew through the field with such grace that could only be likened to that of a ballet dancer, lightly sifting through the patches of blue larkspurs and purple lilacs, drifting under the stretch of red anemones and floating through the petals of yellow daffodils. she spurred on in her endeavor to reach the boy laying in the space he created amongst the lavender, fit perfectly to his thin frame. when she finally reached him she flowed delicately around his body, sending a soothing chill down his spine. finally, washing over him completely- she started at his messy dirty blonde hair, moving through his locks and  towards his nose and cheeks, leaving the softest of kisses amongst them before finally falling towards the bottom half of his body and eventually leaving.

he closed his eyes with a contented sigh as the sun rose higher into the clouds above, marking it midday. he had ventured out here early in the morning to catch the sunrise, his camera resting peacefully beside him filled to the brim with all the pictures he had captured, making sure he would have enough to look through until he found some he liked. he decided to lay in the fields for a bit afterwards, embracing the cool May breeze that came with spring, the beautifully bloomed flowers around him only adding to his serenity. he enjoyed days like this, days were he could come out and not have to worry about being spotted by fans. he had always come to this field because it was empty and tucked away from the rest of the world, albeit never as early as he did today. it also harbored some of his favorite flowers which he didn't hesitate to add to his portfolio throughout his visits.

he had begun to drift off until he heard the faintest sound of footsteps. he felt his heart rate start to increase, thoughts running wild on who could have followed him here. he thought maybe it was one of the other boys, quite possibly jimin who had accompanied taehyung to this field a few times in the past. but he was sure that the others would have been busy with other projects or taking time for themselves after their long months of touring and other activities. taehyung had become so lost in thought about who could have arrived at the field that he didn't realize the footsteps had stopped only a couple feet from where his body lay, a girl standing merely 5 feet from him observing his relaxed stature.

she blinks a couple of times, contemplating on whether she should ask the boy if he is awake or simply continue on her walk through the flowers, but something about his calm aura was intriguing, she felt as if she were being pulled into him. she frequented this field often, sketchbook and camera always in hand so she was ready if inspiration were to ever hit her but not once had she run into this boy. she couldn’t help but to feel offended by his presence, but the thought was gone as soon as it had appeared because this wasn't her field, it was available to anybody who wished to venture into its gorgeousness. she supposes she was so used to always being alone that it had started to feel like the field was placed here specifically for her to sit and enjoy, allowing the sun to kiss her skin to a golden tan. she's getting ready to continue on her walk towards her favorite spot when the boy slowly opens his eyes to peer up at her. she swallows thickly before squeaking out the shyest of “hello”'s. the boy below her smiles politely before sitting up and looking at her, instinctively she takes a couple steps backward.

“hi, do you mind if I ask why you were staring at me?” he questions, with a voice as deep as the ocean but as smooth as silk and she wonders if its normal to be so attracted to someone's voice. she quickly dismisses the thought as her cheeks tint the faintest of pink and taehyung can't help the smile spreading across his lips as he watches the girl in front of him become shy. 

“I-I'm sorry. I was just walking through to um, to get to that tree over there-” she points to their left at the oak tree situated between spreads of dahlias. the flowers range in color from full deep purples to reds with white tips and the softest of pinkish whites alongside dark blues. she turns back sheepishly to the boy, hoisting her tote bag higher upon her shoulder. she doesn't miss the way his eyes flicker to the bag with curiosity before they quickly move back to her own, silently encouraging her to continue explaining why she had stopped to stare at him. “-and I'm not used to seeing anyone else around here, so you sort of piqued my interest.” she raises her hand that isn't occupied by the bag on her shoulder and subconsciously tucks a loose piece of hair behind her ear, her cheeks turning darker red and taehyung notices that her ears are slightly pink as well.

“I was about to leave though! I'm so sorry if I interrupted your nap.” taehyung realizes that this girl must not recognize who he is, because she isn't freaking out over him being a member of BTS, or she's just handling the situation very well. he smiles up at her again before speaking.

“you didn't interrupt me, I come here pretty often to take pictures of the flowers or just to clear my head for a bit,” he raises a hand and points at her bag secured around her shoulder. “whatcha got in there?” he doesn't miss the way the corners of her mouth curl up into a slight grin at the mention of her tote bag. he watches as she lifts the bag higher upon her shoulder more before wrapping both hands around the straps, looking anywhere but at taehyung's face as she speaks.

“uhm, just my sketchbook and camera, I come here often as well to see what kind of inspiration I can get from the scenery, it took me by surprise seeing you here because I've been coming here for a little over a year now and have never seen anyone else around.” she speaks in a louder voice now, excitement beginning to drip off of her words as she speaks, and her eyes beginning to sparkle like someone had placed the stars in them themselves, and he can't help but wonder what it would be like to get lost in her eyes. 

“you take pictures too?” he grins before turning slightly to his right and grabbing his camera from behind him, gently shaking it in front of his frame as if to say “so do I” before  situating it into his lap and looking back up at her. 

“ah yeah, but I mostly use it in case my sketchbook isn't handy and I find a scene I really want to draw. but sometimes I like to have both the sketch and the picture just because.” her cheeks are turning red again and she can feel her whole body igniting with heat. she nervously tucks another piece of hair behind her ear before she clears her throat and looks down at the boy in front of her, their eyes finally meeting. taehyung allows himself to become lost in her eyes like he thought of before but it's not the same when he's situated on the ground and she stands a good 5 feet above him. 

the moment doesn't last long before he's standing up and placing his hand out in front of him for a handshake.“my name's taehyung, and you are?” he tilts his head slightly to the left as he reaches out for her hand and she can't stop the small giggle that leaves her lips as she allows one hand that has been gripping the shoulder straps of her tote bag free and is connecting it with his in a firm shake.“y/n.” she breathes, and taehyung blinks a couple times as he plays her name out in his head, happy that he now has a beautiful name to put to the equally beautiful face before him.

“well, it was really nice to meet you y/n, but unfortunately I have to get back to my place,” taehyung smiles as he finally lets go of her hand, watching as she lets it drop to her side instead of returning it to the shoulder straps of her bag. she nods her head before she responds, telling him that it was a pleasure to meet him as well. for a moment taehyung wonders if he should ask for her number, but quickly realizes how risky that could be in case she was a fan and was just really good at keeping her cool, but something told him she didn't know who he was and that made him feel happy. 

he knew that if they did meet up again at the field and continued whatever this was he would have to tell her, but for the time being he allowed himself to be known as taehyung to her, not as “v from bts”. They both turn after saying their goodbyes and walk towards their destinations, but after a couple of steps taehyung can't help but to turn around and get one more glance of her. he watches her walk toward the tree she mentioned, carefully parting a path through the dahlias to sit under the trees shade. he watches as she sits down with ease, breathing out a deep sigh of relief at being in a place that brings her so much peace. he watches her pull her sketchpad out first, briskly looking around her for inspiration. It's not long before he sees her pull out her pencils and begin working on a sketch. he smiles for what feels like the hundredth time and turns away, his walk back to the dorm filled with thoughts of her and hopes of meeting again soon.

It's approximately one week later that he sees her again. he's laying in the patch of lavender when he hears footsteps. he sits up quickly, a smile already placing itself on his lips as he watches her approach him, but this time something feels off. he notices that she walks with her head down, earbuds placed in her ears to drown out the world around her, and she wears a deep frown on her face. taehyung can't help the drop he feels in his stomach at watching her walk with such a sad atmosphere surrounding her. he finds himself wanting to protect her and fight off whatever it is that made her feel this way. as she gets closer he worries she will pass right by him, so it's with a small pout that he lays himself back in the lavender patch and puts his arms around his face to block out the sun, breathing deeply and peeking through the tiny hole he has allowed in his arms to see her pass by. when she doesn't and he notices the footsteps have stopped, he removes his arms with a confused look on his face as he sits up and looks around only to immediately find her standing in front of him like when they first met, only this time she is looking at him quizzically.

“hey taehyung.” she speaks quietly and replaces her quizzical look from before with an obvious forced smile. he feels his heart sink more, but knows he has no right to ask what it is that's bothering her, for all he knows she could just be having a bad day.

“hey y/n.” he smiles up at her and she quickly smiles back, and this time its not a forced one like before, but its also not as wide and as full as her smile was the first time they met. he's getting ready to ask her if she's alright despite his previous thought but he's cut off by his phone ringing. he smiles at her apologetically as he reaches into his pocket to pull it out and answer. 

she can't hear whatever the other person is saying but by the look on taehyung's face she assumes it can't be good. she sees his smile falter before it turns into a tiny pout, one that she finds herself staring at for a bit too long-wondering what it might feel like to place her lips upon his soft looking ones. she shakes her head at the thought, mentally scolding herself because she just met this guy, she shouldn’t be thinking of him in that way. but she seemed to find herself thinking of him quite a lot since they first met. she couldn’t deny that he was attractive, god was he heavenly. she thinks back to last week when they had met for the first time. how she immediately noticed the small moles that littered his face in the cutest of places, like angels had kissed them there themselves, their lips brushing against his smooth skin and leaving the feathered marks behind. there was one on the tip of his nose, another towards the center of his right eye, and she almost missed it but there was one that occupied the corner of his mouth as well. she hoped that she didn’t alarm him with her staring that day, but she couldn't help but marvel at the beauty marks on his face. wondering what it would be like to trace them lightly with her fingertips. She got so lost in thought about taehyung and his stupidly gorgeous face that she doesn’t realize taehyung had ended the phone call and was staring at her waiting for a response.

“I’m sorry did you say something? I zoned out for a moment there” she states as her cheeks begin to dust pink at being caught in her thoughts, though she knows taehyung doesn’t know it was him on her mind she can’t help but feel flustered. 

“that’s okay, I was just saying I'm sorry but my friend called and said he needed to meet with me as soon as possible,” taehyung scratches the back of his neck as he speaks, feeling like a high school  boy who just confessed his feelings for his crush. “I’ll see you here soon though, right?” he asks hopefully, and who would she be to tell him no when he looked this adorable and bashful. 

she nods her head, asking if he would like to exchange phone numbers to ensure their next meeting. taehyung swallows thickly at the thought of giving her his number. he’s almost positive that she isn’t a fan, but he’s still unsure. he would feel rude telling her no though, especially when she seemed so nervous about asking him in the first place. so he agrees and they exchange phones, putting their numbers into the others phones and handing them back with smiles plastered on their faces. he tells her he will let her know when he is free again and they can hopefully work it into their schedules. she assures him that she will keep her weeks open awaiting for his text and he can’t help but laugh at her cuteness. it’s with a couple quite “goodbye”’s and repeated “see you later”’s that they finally part ways. 

taehyung finds himself preoccupied with what his message to her will be, that he is of no help to the other boys who had called him for help at the dorm earlier. they’ve taken notice that throughout the past week taehyung had seemed like his head was elsewhere, but they didn’t think to ask him about it until jin did later whilst they ate. 

“what’s got your head in the clouds today tae?” jin asks around a mouthful of food.  jin was the first to notice that taehyung had barely touched his food, a goofy and love struck grin plastered on his face as he moves the food around the takeout container. he had been like this ever since he came back from the dorms last week. he finally looks up and makes eye contact with jin for the first time since he arrived home earlier.

“ah, sorry hyung. it’s nothing.” taehyung smiles, his mind wandering back to her yet again. he still is thinking of how to text her, wondering if he should send her a simple “I’m free Friday night if you are!” or actually try and make conversation. he couldn’t deny the fact that he’s been itching to get to know her better since they met earlier that day, and if he didn’t believe at love at first sight before; he definitely did now.

“it can’t be just nothing if you’re so preoccupied that this is the first time you’ve even looked at us since you came back” namjoon laughs and taehyung can feel a blush rising to his cheeks as he bows his head slightly at the mention of his ignorance.

“awe hyung’s blushing! how cute~ it must be a girl that’s got his mind elsewhere” jungkook chimes in and taehyung raises his head quickly, mouth open to dispute what the maknae has said only to be beaten by yoongi.

“ah, so it is a girl” he states calmly as he continues to look down at his food and eat. taehyung opens and closes his mouth a couple of times, dumbfounded by the fact that his members were able to read him so quickly, and seem to be so calm about it too.

“is it that obvious?” he questions, his cheeks heating up even more as he fights the urge to smile.

“only because we know our taehyungie so well~” jimin says before bursting out into a fit of giggles and leaning onto tae’s shoulder. taehyung just smiles and begins eating his food in hopes they will change the subject but he knows that it’s all wishful thinking.

“well? are we right or are we right?” hoseok laughs, and all the members turn to look at taehyung expectantly. if taehyung didn’t look like a tomato before then he definitely does now. after a couple of deep breaths he slowly nods his head. it takes a good 3 seconds before everyone is screaming and cheering, the room quickly filling up with mixed shouts of encouragement. taehyung waits until its gotten quieter to speak again. “don’t get my hopes up, we just met the other day at the field.” he mumbles, beginning to play around with his food as an excuse to avoid eye contact with any of the members.

“the field? you mean that really pretty one we went to a couple weeks ago?” jimin questions from next to him and taehyung nods his head.

“yeah, I went there Monday morning to take pictures of the sunrise and wound up just laying there for a bit. she showed up and I noticed her staring at me so I asked if she was okay and she said she was just surprised to see someone else there. she said that she had been going there everyday for a year and had never seen anyone else there so I shocked her, I guess.” taehyung doesn’t notice it but the others surely do, how his lips have formed one of the biggest boxy smiles ever. they all exchange glances back and forth at their taehyung falling for a girl he had just met. they don’t blame him, being an idol is lonely and hard especially since they are forbidden by the company to date. taehyung looks up after he’s done speaking about her only to notice all of his members staring at him. he twists his face as speaks, “what? why are you all looking at me like that?” he is genuinely confused as to why his members were staring at him as if he were their son who had just won first place in a stupid spelling bee, looking at him with giant smiles on their faces. they all smile at each other again before hoseok speaks up.

“nothing tae, just glad that you’re meeting people,” he flashes him a smile before his lips form a thin line and his face scrunches up a bit and everyone else follows suit as their minds finally click into place about taehyung’s meeting.  

“was she a fan?” “ did she recognize who you were?” “ oh god, she didn’t try to hurt you did she?” they’re all talking at once as they just realized that a random girl had approached tae while he was alone and far from the dorm. taehyung giggles, causing the rest to immediately stop shouting their concerns and stare at him.

“you guys are so cute sometimes but no, I don’t think she was a fan. she didn’t seem to recognize me and if she did then she was really good at hiding it.”

“well that’s good, as long as you didn’t give her your number then there is nothing to worry about. you wouldn’t do something that reckless anyways” jin laughs and everyone else joins in too before they all realize that taehyung’s shoulders have slumped and his head had buried in his chest, mimicking that of a hurt child.

“oh my god taehyung you gave her your number!” yoongi says exasperatedly at taehyung for doing something so stupid. even if she weren’t a fan and had no clue who he was, that didn’t mean she wouldn’t eventually find out and potentially post his number online for fans to find.

“I couldn’t say no to her! she was so cute and nervous about even asking me! how was I supposed to say no to that? I probably would have ruined her whole week if I did. you guys have to trust me when I say that I really don’t think she would do something like that.” taehyung’s hurt, but he knows he deserves their angry stares. he has potentially put himself in danger if she were to release his number on social media where it can be attained by anyone and everyone.

“you just met the girl like what,a week ago? how can you sit here and tell us you trust her when all you know is her name and where’s shes spent her evenings every day of the year?” this time it’s jin to speak up, as the oldest of the group he’s always been the most understanding but also the most sensible one next to yoongi and namjoon. speaking of, taehyung is surprised that namjoon hasn’t spoken up about his mistake, and when he moves to gauge namjoon’s reaction he’s surprised. namjoon sits still, his takeout container long forgotten by his side as he stares off in front of himself in thought. taehyung is almost scared to ask him what he has to say about all this, but he isn’t left to worry long as namjoon shifts his attention to taehyung and begins speaking.

“I’m going to have to agree with jin and yoongi on this one, taehyung-ah. what you did was reckless and even though you did it to preserve this girls feelings, you should have thought about the trouble you could potentially be causing for not only yourself but the rest of us as well.” everyone else is nodding along to namjoons words whilst taehyung instinctively begins to curl up into himself.

 “I know hyung, I’m sorry I just-”

“but, if you say that you trust her then I’ll take your word for it. you have a good sense of character, but if she starts causing you any trouble you need to tell someone immediately so we can get your number changed and take proper action against her.” everyone’s mouths are agape at namjoons words, including taehyung. he thinks he might have given himself whiplash with how fast his head snapped up at the leaders confession. 

“are you being serious right now?” taehyung can’t believe it. he turns to jimin and whispers “pinch me so I know this is real” and jimin looks at him with furrowed brows until taehyung is shoving his arm at his friend with eyebrows raised. jimin timidly pinches his arm and taehyung pulls back, rubbing at the spot jimin pinched. jimin just giggles at his friend before namjoon begins to speak again.

“yes I’m serious, if you really think she has no clue who you are, who we are, then I trust your judgement. though it baffles me that she hasn’t heard of us, I doubt she would be lying about that. has she contacted you yet? why did you exchange numbers?”

“well when jimin called and asked me to come back to the dorm and I told her I had to leave but wanted to see her again, she asked if I wanted to exchange numbers so we could make sure we both were going to be at the field. and no, she hasn’t contacted me yet, I’ve been thinking all day about how I should text her.” taehyung rubs at his neck, a blush beginning to creep up onto his cheeks again as he talks.

“well text her! what are you waiting for?” hoseok has jumped out of his seat and is animatedly moving around the living space, jumping between all the boys to get to taehyung. they all laugh at his antics and it only gets increasingly louder as hoseok reaches taehyung and jumps on top of him, squirming to reach his phone and text the girl himself. “just let me help you! you don’t have to send it! let me see your phone taehyung!” everyone is laughing as hobi holds taehyung down with one arm and begins searching his pockets for the device. when he finally retrieves it, he unlocks it and goes to the messages app. “what did you save her contact as?” hoseok asks from above taehyung, and he lets out an exaggerated sigh as he speaks. “it’s saved as her name, y/n.”

she’s spent the whole week thinking of him, wondering if she should message him first and tell him when she is free or wait for him to make the first move. she decides to wait for him to say something first, not wanting to come across as eager and desperate. why do you care so much? it’s not like you’re going on dates with the guy. she shakes her head, attempting to start work on cleaning up her apartment like she’s been meaning to for weeks now. she gets about 2 hours into cleaning when suddenly her phone goes off, interrupting the music she had blasting throughout the place to play her ringtone before resuming again. she walks over to check and see who texted her, almost dreading that it could be her boss asking her to come in on her day off like he’s done many times in the past. she’s shocked but finds a smile pulling at her lips when she reads taehyung’s name on her screen.

[5:15 pm] taehyung: hey! it's me! the guy from the field, taehyung. I just wanted to text you and let you know that I’m free in like 3 weeks if you wanted to meet up again! I know it’s really far away but I’m just super busy these next couple weeks :( if that doesn’t work though just let me know and we can work something out!

she smiles down at her phone, his nervousness is apparent in the way he texts her. repeating his name as if there was anyway she could forget meeting him. she quickly sends him a reply, letting him know that she has no problem with waiting to meet up. she can’t help herself from wondering what has him so busy the next 3 weeks though, but quickly dismisses it because it’s none of her business.

she doesn’t expect to hear from him again unless it was to talk about a day he would be free, but ever since that text about meeting in 3 weeks time they’ve been talking nonstop. later that day however, she caved and asked him about what he did because he seemed really busy all the time and he told her he was an idol, much to her surprise. well, not too shocking because he was insanely gorgeous and she didn’t doubt that he was incredibly talented as well, but she was still caught off guard.

it was cute when he had told her, he was so worried she was secretly a mega fan and was going to give his phone number out on social media and he had begged her to please not do that because “my hyung said if you did then we have to change my phone number and like sue you and stuff for harassment and I don’t want to stop talking to you just because I’m famous :( so like it’s not a big deal, I’m in a boy band, but I’m still a normal person like you so please don’t give my number out :(”. she remembers laughing hysterically at how he pleaded for her to keep it between them, but she promised him and he knew he could trust her.

since then they’ve spent countless nights talking about nothing and everything, learning about each other more and more and soon it began to feel like she had known him all her life. they found out they had a lot in common, they both liked the same foods, both had the same likes and dislikes, they shared their quirks and embarrassing childhood stories with each other. they even face-timed occasionally when taehyung claimed he had a story for her that would “take too long for me to text you about plus it’ll be funnier this way” only for them to end up on call for hours upon hours until she could hear his members telling him to hang up because he was being too loud and they all had practice the next morning.

it seemed that no matter how busy taehyung was, he always made time for her. he always made time to send her a quick text, reminding her to take care of herself because he had learned by now that when she was stressed at work she would often forget to eat or drink anything or he would text her countdowns of how much longer they had until he was finally free to see her at the field again. he couldn’t help but to keep  promising her that he was going to make it worth the long wait that he apologized for daily until she told him that it was fine and she understood.

she had found that during their 3 weeks of endless chatting, she had begun to catch feelings for him. whenever she found herself thinking of taehyung in a way that was more than friendly she would stop herself, scolding herself for thinking anything could happen between them because he’s an idol and you’re not. little did she know that taehyung felt the same way too, and was having the same mental conflict as her because I’m an idol and she’s not and it could never work. it was rare to meet someone like her though, someone who wasn’t an idol themselves but was understanding of times when they would be talking and suddenly he had to leave. she never complained, never made it aware that she was frustrated with how crazy his schedule was. he knew that he had to keep her, no matter what it took.

it was somewhere during the two week mark of them meeting that taehyung had decided he was turning this meeting at the field into a date. he spent a lot of time with the other members asking them what he should do for the date, asking them if his ideas were too cheesy or too over the top, what girls appreciated during dates and what they found obnoxious and anything else he could possibly know. they helped him make the date into everything he could have dreamed of, the last step was to ask her if she was free on a Friday night and to ask her to show up with an empty stomach because he had “plans :)” as his already vague text had said.

she found herself feeling nervous when he texted about them finally meeting up. taehyung told her that he wanted to meet later in the day, around when the sun would be setting so he could get some pictures and they could have the opportunity to stargaze, an activity they both thoroughly enjoyed. she let herself think of this meet-up as a date but he can’t possibly be planning that because he doesn’t like me like that, right? maybe taehyung was feeling the same attraction that she was, but she didn’t allow her hopes to get too high because at the end of the day he was still an idol and she was just a normal person.

it was at exactly 5:30 on the day they had agreed to meet that taehyung texted her.

[5:30pm] taehyungie: hey! just wanted to make sure you were still showing up. I know you wouldn’t ditch me or anything like that but I was just getting nervous because you aren’t here yet.

[5:31pm]: of course I’m coming silly, I just left my apartment so it should take me about 5 minutes to get to the field. try not to die of boredom before I get there, see you soon!

she sends the message and puts her phone back in her pocket. the whole trip to the field is filled with thoughts of what he could have possibly planned for tonight.

it’s five minutes later, as she promised, that he hears her footsteps approaching and he gets nervous. he looks around him to make sure everything looks perfect.

“what’s all this?” he hears her question, turning himself around to look at her clad in a giant hoodie and a pair of jeans. her outfit is simple but taehyung can’t help but think she looks absolutely gorgeous. he smiles up at her before patting the spot next to him on the blanket.

“I told you we were stargazing, I had to make sure we were prepared.” she takes a spot next to him and they’re so close that their knees brush against each other every so often as taehyung pulls out sandwiches that jimin helped him make and hands her one. “I know it’s not like, I don’t know a steak or whatever, but I thought we could have a bite together too while we watched the sunset. oh look!” she breaks her gaze away from his and follows his eyes to look straight ahead of them. the spot taehyung picked was perfect, he’s placed them underneath her favorite tree surrounded by dahlias and the view of the sunset was absolutely breathtaking.

the sky broke out into strings of oranges, pinks and purples. all of them meshing together to form the prettiest of golden pink pools in the sky. she gazes out and can’t help but have her mouth fall open at the sight. she doesn’t think she’s seen something this beautiful in her life, and she’s trying her hardest to absorb it all into her memory for years to follow, focusing on the way the colors blend themselves together with the clouds and the treeline just below them. taehyung chances a glance over at her and can’t help but laugh at her dumbfounded expression.

“if you don’t close your mouth, you’ll drool all over yourself.” he laughs again and she looks at him before finally closing her mouth but not before she whispers, “it’s just so beautiful.” taehyung smiles and agrees with her, mumbling a soft “yeah, it is.” he quickly whips his camera out to take photos because he never wants to forget how the sky looks, but he also finds himself wanting to take photos of her too. he takes a couple shots from where he sits before standing up and looking down at her as she continues to stare off straight ahead.

“hey y/n, do you mind if I stand behind us a bit and take a picture of the sunset with you in it too?” she’s caught off guard by how quiet taehyung speaks, so used to the loud taehyung who’s always excited with whatever it is he’s speaking about. she looks up at him as he stands next to her with his camera in hand, a slight blush beginning to travel up his neck and spread itself onto his cheeks. she nods and before she knows it taehyung is running behind her a few feet and kneeling into the grass to line up his shot. she giggles at his antics before facing herself forward again, listening to the shutter of his camera. if she weren’t listening closely she would have missed the way taehyung mumbles a “beautiful” before jotting back to their blanket and watching the rest of the sunset with her. she allows herself to think that the comment is about her being in his shot, but figures he just got a really good photo.

when the sun finally finishes it’s decent, they’ve finished the sandwiches that taehyung packed and talked about their day. after a couple minutes of silence they both take note of the stars beginning to blossom in the night sky and situate themselves on the blanket so they can lay down and watch the stars. taehyung can't help himself and peers over at her, admiring the way the moon caresses the curves of her face, lightly settling on her cheeks and highlighting all of her features that he can see from this angle. he moves his gaze around her face, starting at her eyes and the way they are adamantly darting across the night sky, attempting to drink in everything it has to offer. he then moves his gaze down her cheeks again before settling on her lips, watching they way they naturally pout as she uses all of her focus to find stars and constellations above her.

taehyung finds himself staring at her face for what feels like hours but is really only a couple of minutes before he realizes he is staring into her eyes directly. she turned to face him when she had asked him a question and he didn’t answer. she thought that maybe he had fallen asleep, seeing as he told her earlier that today they had a tiring practice. what she doesn’t expect though is to be met with taehyung marveling at her features, staring at her as if she were even more beautiful than the stars that litter the sky above them. taehyung lets out a small yelp before he’s swiftly turning his head back towards the sky, acting as if he wasn’t just staring at her.

“kim taehyung, do you wanna explain why you were just staring at me?” she feigns anger, but when taehyung turns to look at her again he finds that she has the deepest shade of red flushing her cheeks as she brings her arms up across her chest and puffs it out a bit, attempting to be seen as intimidating. he laughs at her attempt to be angry at him before he shakes his head and turns back to the sky.

“you’re not gonna tell me?” she asks and he shakes his head again. he breaks out into a smile as she huffs out a sigh and sits up. “fine, then I guess I’m just gonna have to force the reason out of you.” she smiles now too and taehyung feels himself grow anxious at her words.

“what do you mean?” he asks and now he’s sitting up too, the both of them staring at each other, her eyes filled with mischief and his filled with slight fear.

“oh I don’t know,” she smiles again, “I might just have to tickle it out of you.” she starts to laugh maniacally as taehyung's face drops.

“I knew I would regret telling you that,” he huffs, but quickly thinks of an escape. “but you can’t tickle me if you can’t catch me!” and in the blink of an eye, he’s jumped off the blanket and begun running around the tree.

“kim taehyung if you don’t get your ass back here!” and she too has jumped off the blanket in an attempt to catch him. they spend a good while chasing each other around the tree, their breathy laughs and screams filling the air around them. at one point she ducks behind the tree whilst his back is turned, in hopes to lure him in and finally catch him.

“y/n? y/n where did you go?” she hears his voice getting closer as he looks for her, and she finally sees her chance as he stands a few feet in front of her, his back turned. she stealthily moves through the dahlias that surround the tree and stands behind him, a shouted “boo!” leaving her lips that has taehyung turning around quickly and she pounces on him. she quickly situates herself into a straddling position, after the both of them have fallen to the ground with a hard thud. she breathes heavily on top of him, raising her arms above her head in triumph. she quickly lowers them again and begins to attack taehyung’s sides, tickling him with so much intensity that he’s squirming and giggling underneath of her, his pleas to stop falling on deaf ears as she continues her attack.

“I’ll stop as soon as you tell me why you were staring at me!” she laughs and continues moving her fingers, before taehyung finally gives in and huffs out a “fine! fine! I’ll tell you!” his eyes watery from the pain of laughing so hard. her fingers finally come to a halt, bringing them up to cross them over her chest as she raises a brow at him expectantly. he feels his cheeks begin to heat up as he whispers out a quick “ you looked pretty” and then attempting to get her off of him. she refuses, however and only swats his hands away as he attempts to move her body off of his.

“nuh uh,” she shakes her head at him and he sighs, bringing his hands and running them down his face. “I didn't hear you, what did you say?” she brings a hand up and cups it around her ear, turning her head so that she can hear him better. he lets out a small giggle at her exaggeration before he states louder his statement from before. he watches as her hand drops to her lap and her face flushes of all color and for a moment he wonders if he fucked up the whole date he had planned. he quickly begins to stutter out apologies and excuses before he feels her lean down a bit, a smirk playing on her lips as she whispers “say that again.” and now it’s taehyung’s turn to blush. he falters a bit before stuttering out “I-I said you looked-” but he doesn’t get to finish his sentence because suddenly her lips are on his and he’s lost all sense of thought. he closes his eyes and quickly reciprocates the kiss, placing his hand behind her head to push their lips together tighter.

after a couple of minutes, taehyung takes a chance and deepens the kiss, tightening the grip on the back of her neck just a bit and he’s surprised when she whines against his mouth. he quickly moves to add his tongue into the kiss, making a small moan escape her mouth. it’s not long before they’re pulling apart for air and taehyung takes his time to look over her features again, admiring the way her lips look all plush and swollen from their kiss, the way she parts them slightly and breathes heavily out of them. he doesn’t miss the red resting heavily on her cheeks as she brings her hands up to cover her face in embarrassment at having made the first move. taehyung laughs before he’s reaching up at her wrists and tugging them down so he can look at her again.

“don’t cover your face, y/n. you’re so cute.” he smiles and the blush on her cheeks gets darker, if that were possible. “I had a kiss planned at the end of this date, but I think this one was much better,” he intertwines their fingers, resting them on his stomach and she gapes at him. he tilts his head and asks “what?” as she continues to look at him as if he had eight heads.

“d-did you just call this a date?” she questions and taehyung can’t help but to laugh at her again.

“yeah, why do you think I provided dinner and suggested we do something we both love to do? I wanted to make this special because, well because I really think I like you. I know we just met like a month ago but-” he’s interrupted again by her lips on his, but the kiss this time is much shorter, but still just as intense as before.

“I like you too, taehyung. I’m just glad that it’s not all in my head” she laughs and taehyung looks at her as if her laugh was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard.

“well then, you wouldn’t say no if I asked you out?” taehyung asks sheepishly and she plants one last kiss onto his lips followed by two more-one on each cheek- before she responds quietly “of course not silly.” and they both break out into huge grins. taehyung finds himself thankful for being stupid, as yoongi so graciously told him when he told them about her, and giving his number to her. if he had denied her request to exchange numbers, he wouldn’t have this, he wouldn’t have the butterflies in his stomach or the lingering feeling of her lips on his or most beautiful girl now sitting next to him and admiring the sky with him once again, surrounded by dahlias and the chilling night breeze thats kissing their exposed hands that lay intertwined between their bodies. taehyung looks over at her once more, counting his blessings for meeting the girl of his dreams.

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Fur a Good Time, Call... 15/15

Series: Undertale, Horrortale Relationship(s): HT!Sans/Reader, HT!Papyrus & Reader, HT!Sans & HT!Papyrus, ensemble Chapter Warnings: none 

You work at an animal shelter. You love all your fuzzy buddies and can’t imagine a better job for yourself than looking after cats and dogs all day, even when the work is hard and often gross. What can you say? You’ve got a lot of love to give!

You’re just not quite sure yet how you feel about the new monster who’s been helping out these days, and this riddle wrapped up in an enigma is something you just can’t resist investigating…

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Epilogue - Family

They say time flies when you’re having fun.

If that’s true, you must have been having a skeleton of fun, because the next few years feel like they’ve breezed right on by.

You finally pulled the trigger and moved yourself in with the brothers after a lot of encouragement and not-so-subtle hints.

You were right, it didn’t really change anything, except that now when you come home after a long day, you have your dog right there waiting for you and roughly eighty percent of the time, a delicious home-cooked meal from Papyrus instead of something you have to toss in the microwave or eat right out of a bag.

When you find a particularly rib-tickling meme in the middle of the night, you no longer have to text it to Sans to share it. All you have to do is give the big skeleton next to you in bed a little nudge, and you get to enjoy the wonderful sound of his sleepy chuckle in person instead of just an ‘lol’ on a screen.

It’s not a big difference, but it feels like an important one.

Nothing much has changed at the shelter either, excepting maybe your promotion to assistant manager.

When your boss had first pulled you into her office and offered you the change in position, your instinct had been to turn it down. You were just a worker, after all, and ‘assistant manager,’ well, that sounded important, not something you could do…

Except you’d started working on that a lot lately, recognizing your own self-deprecating thoughts as you were having them and shutting them down when you could.

Papyrus had been a huge help with that once he’d noticed it was something you struggled with, and he had actually let you in on some of the techniques he used to power through similar feelings.

The most helpful had probably been when he told you to, “Imagine Those Thoughts Are Coming From Somebody You Loathe With Every Fiber Of Your Being! That Way When They Tell You That You Can’t Do Something And You Do It Anyway Because You’re Super-Cool, It’s Like You’re Proving Them Wrong And Rubbing His Gross, Greasy Face In It, I’M AMAZING, JERRY, YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT AND YOU CAN’T HOLD ME BACK!”

You’d only asked once who the hell ‘Jerry’ was, in the middle of a Grillby’s date.

Every single monster in the vicinity, even Sans had just grimaced and looked away, pretending you hadn’t spoken and eagerly leaping onto a different subject.

You decided that maybe it was better you didn’t know.

In any case, with Papyrus’ advice in the back of your mind, you managed to accept your promotion with hesitant grace and to your pleasant surprise you were able to handle it just fine.

You already did so much at the shelter that the new job title barely added a handful of responsibilities that your workaholic self wasn’t already doing, and certainly nothing you weren’t capable of getting the hang of quickly. You make a little bit more money now and you have more control over your own hours than you ever did before, which is a very nice perk!

Actually taking time off for yourself…that’s admittedly still a work in progress, but you’re lucky: if there’s one thing your Sans is good at, it’s knowing when you need some self-care time and he’s always ready to con sweet-talk you into taking a break now and then.

You’re actually taking the day off right now, though not because of Sans.

Today is for Papyrus, because after years of study and hard work, your favorite skeleton has made it—finally about to become a boneafide nursing school graduate!

…Pap refused to speak to you for a solid three hours after you made that joke.

Sans, on the other hand, looked at you like he might legitimately cry over it.

His emotions had been pretty high lately, actually, what with his little bro’s big accomplishment and it seems like all the pride and joy in his soul the past few weeks has left him just a teensy bit of a walking disaster.

He can barely focus on anything else for the life of him, so this day off of yours was kind of a necessity. Sans is in absolutely no state to be remembering things like finding the camera, making sure it has memory, ordering the most gaudy and colorful bouquet you could possibly find, figuring out the itinerary…

You handle all of that for him so that all your scatterbrained bonefriend has had to do for the past two weeks was gush to literally anyone who stood still longer than a minute—friend, acquaintance, or complete stranger—about how his bro was graduating and isn’t he just the coolest?

With the way he’s been talking it up, you honestly wouldn’t be surprised if half the shelter staff showed up, plus the entirety of monsterkind.

You hope they all do come: your Papy deserves as much recognition he can get!

-

Sans shortcuts you onto the neatly manicured lawn of Papyrus’ campus, not far from the auditorium where the little ceremony is going to be held.

He’s practically vibrating with excitement and it’s so different from his usual chill persona that it makes you laugh.

“Are you actually gonna be able to sit still the whole time?” you ask with a grin.

“what?” Sans barely glances at you, smoothing his clothes down a little. He processes your question belatedly and when he’s done buffering, he huffs. “oh. pfft. i’m fine.”

He’s back in that tie/sweater-vest combo he wore on your first date—the only ‘nice’ clothing he owns, you think—after Papyrus begged him to please, please not embarrass him by wearing that ratty old hoodie of his.

You’re a little dressed up yourself and so is the dog between you, Buddy in a novelty bone-print bow-tie and a knock-off service animal vest that had been bought online at the last minute.

He hadn’t earned it with any kind of training. It was just a way to sneak him into the place and keep people from questioning his quadrupedal presence, thought up because if there was anybody who looked like they needed a support animal, it was Sans with the giant, debilitating-looking hole in his head.

You weren’t sure you were a hundred percent on board with the deception, but both of the brothers had outvoted you on this one: Buddy was family, too, and he should be there to see Pap graduate!

Sans had (mostly) eased your concerns by pointing out how well-behaved and unlikely to cause a scene your son was, and also by promising that you could leave to escort him out if there was any kind of trouble.

Buddy is so calm right now that you're actually starting to think there won’t be any trouble.

It’s only Sans you’re still worried about.

“Are you fine?” you have to wonder teasingly. “You know Pap’s not the only one graduating, right? We’re gonna have to sit through speeches and other graduates, real boring stuff.”

Sans rolls his eye-light at you. “duh. why do ya’ think i skipped my own graduation? ya’ think i’m gonna waste my whole day at a snoozefest? keep dreamin’.”

Your laugh turns to a soft, affectionate smile as he duly continues, “but this one’s for pap. i don’t mind doin’ it for him.”

What a sweetheart…

You pass him the camera, knowing he’s going to want to be the one to record everything, and with your lightened burden of only flowers and a dog leash, you start walking.

“C’mon,” you say, “we better get in before all the good seats are taken. Unless you want to try taking video from the nosebleeds?”

Sans looks mortally offended by the very notion and follows right after you with an indignant little, “how dare you,” that gets you snickering all over again.

In spite of your warnings about boredom, you’re pretty excited for this, too.

You get to be present for a huge moment in the life of somebody really important to you, with just about everybody else who’s important to you by your side.

It’s a momentous occasion and you can’t wait to see it.

-

Turns out getting in early was a good idea—the auditorium is quickly packed with people, mostly humans come to see loved ones graduate, but also monsters, and lots of them.

You remember learning from Sans that monsters are made of love and compassion and you see it now in spades as all the familiar faces pour in and take seats toward the back or choose to stand, perfectly willing to give priority to people who had actual family in the ceremony but still wanting to be here to show support for one of their own.

You wave hello to everyone you know from your seat and beside you, Sans just beams.

Another thing you were right about was the boring speeches.

There’s two separate addresses once everything gets underway, with the usual types of academic buzzwords liberally tossed about: hard work, dedication, responsibility, ambition…

Sans dozes off halfway through the first one and you just barely manage to snag the camera back from him before it falls out of his lax grip.

You decide to let him sleep, though, knowing it’s not going to get more interesting for awhile yet and what Papyrus doesn’t know won’t earn Sans a lecture.

For his sake, you hope his quiet snoring is too soft to be picked up by the recording. If it isn’t…

Well, that’ll at least be funny to find out when you play the video back later!

It’s not until they finally get to the heart of things, calling up the graduates for their photo-op walk across the stage, that you give Sans a gentle elbow to the ribs.

He snorts awake and gives an appropriately sheepish look to your teasingly raised eyebrow, but he also leans over to nuzzle your cheek as he takes back the camera with a grateful little, “thanks,” that melts your heart.

You spot Papyrus well before it’s his turn, standing off to the side in the line-up. He’s simply too tall and noticeably nonhuman to be missed, especially among his slightly younger and much smaller peers.

He’d done such a good job of being all cool and unaffected in the days leading up to this…but not anymore.

Even from here you can see Pap struggling not to cry a bit at the sight of just how many of your friends had come out to see him today.

Sans’ eye-sockets are starting to look suspiciously wet, too, and if it weren’t for that ‘Don’t Embarrass Me’ promise he’d made, you have a feeling he’d be on his feet bragging to everyone around you about how that’s his brother! Get a load of that skeleton! Ain’t he the coolest?

When it’s Papyrus’ turn to cross the stage and accept his window-dressing diploma, Sans is back to nearly vibrating and you clap as hard as you can on his behalf.

He surprises you, though—holding the camera steady in one hand, he puts the phalanges of the other between his teeth and defies every rule of acoustics and logic itself with a loud, impossible whistle that pierces the auditorium even through all the applause.

You smile when Pap’s skull swivels right over to where the two of you are sitting and he scowls at you in that unique, ‘I Cannot Believe You Right Now’ way of his.

But then he looks…surprised.

And then happy?

Happier, anyway.

You wonder why the change of heart, but they’re already calling the next name and he’s walking back off stage to let all the other grads have their turn in the spotlight, too.

Sans pauses filming and turns to you, grinning so wide you’re surprised his mandible is still attached.

“you know what this means, right?” he asks in an eager whisper.

No, but you think you can guess.

Still, you want to hear the punch-line, so you ask, “What?”

“Pap’s a nurse now—he gets to call the shots.”

“Pfft! Do not say that to him today!”

“why not?” Sans scoffs, feigning realization. “oh, you’re right, no job yet. he wouldn’t have the patients for my jokes.”

You press your hand over your mouth, trying to stifle your giggles.

“Shhhhhut up…!” you hiss.

He sighs. “guess ya’ don’t wanna hear the one about surgeries, huh? ah, suture self.”

Damn him.

Damn him, you are trying to be courteous to everyone still trying to pay attention to the ceremony, but judging by the amount of whispering and secretive glances in your direction you must not be doing a good job.

……Or so you think, until Sans goes very, very still beside you.

“Babe? …Are you okay?”

He doesn’t answer you, which is concerning.

Concerning enough that you frown and follow his gaze, just behind you to the very back of the auditorium where…

Oh.

Oh stars.

There’s another familiar face in the room today, but this one you’d only ever seen in pictures, maybe once in some distant footage aired in the news, right when monsters had surfaced.

You understand that surprised look on Papyrus’ face now, and the wide-eyed stares and whispers from the people sitting around you.

Even shadowed and silent, flanked by armed guards, Queen Undyne cuts an incredibly imposing figure in person.

Former queen, you suppose, but her very bearing could only be described as regal…or maybe military. She’d captained the Royal Guard once and you can see that now in her posture, parade rest if not for her hands cuffed in front of her instead of behind.

Her expression is stony and utterly unreadable to you, but there’s only one reason she could possibly be here, today, and he’s probably ecstatic backstage right now waiting to come greet his oldest friend.

And his brother is here next to you, hands starting to tremble as he stares blankly at the woman who broke his head and Papyrus’ teeth all in the same day.

“Oh, stars, Sans, are you…? Do…do you—”

You cut yourself off as Sans suddenly moves, taking the dog leash out of your hand. Buddy, lying obliviously at your feet, perks up a little in curiosity.

“gonna…take buddy out for awhile,” he says quietly. “back later.”

And with that, the seat beside you is empty, just you and the vibrant bouquet of flowers in your lap.

…Oh, boy.

-

The ceremony can’t end quickly enough.

It’s a struggle to remain politely seated through the rest of the proceedings and when it all wraps up and people start to get up and mill about, you can’t help but feel a little lost.

You can’t see the ex-queen anymore in the crowd, but you also can’t see Sans or Papyrus and you’re not sure which of them needs you more right now.

It’s a tough choice, but in the end you settle on Papyrus—as much as you love Sans, it’s Pap’s day and he needs to get these flowers and a ‘congratulations’ straight from your lips.

Plus it’s not like Sans is alone right now. He took your ‘service dog’ with him and Buddy is probably getting some on-the-job training about emotional support right about now.

They’ll be fine.

It takes some searching, but you do eventually find Papyrus…and you’re not the only one because Undyne is there, too, listening patiently to whatever Pap is talking about with such broad and animated gestures.

You stand there for a long, indecisive moment.

Should you…just go over there and…interrupt? Wait until they’re finished?

…At least one very cowardly part of you thinks Sans had the right idea just peacing out like he did.

Even this close, Undyne is beyond intimidating, as massive as Papyrus with none of the gentle friendliness to soften it and not even the orange prison jumpsuit she’s wearing can cover all of her sharpest features—spines, scales, teeth, all razor-sharp and terrifying.

(You wonder if the officers escorting her here today would stand any kind of chance if she decided to escape custody, even with their side-arms.)

Ultimately, the choice of what to do is taken out of your hands.

Papyrus spots you and calls your name, eagerly waving you over, and well…

Here goes nothing.

You walk over with your best winning smile, presenting your bouquet to the new grad.

“Happy graduation, Pap!” you say brightly, feeling one yellow eye burning through you. “We’re so proud!”

Papyrus takes the flowers with a crinkle of the plastic around them, looking like he’s ready to start sparkling any moment now. “Thank You! Wowie, I’ve Never Seen Glitter On Roses Before!”

“Sans’ idea,” you admit.

“Oh!” Papyrus frowns, seeming to notice his brother’s absence. “Oh, Is He…Did He…?”

Need to go get some air because Undyne was here and he hasn’t forgiven her, but he also wanted to let Papyrus have a moment with his friend on his big day?

Probably.

But what you say is, “He went to take Buddy outside. He said he’d be back, though!”

You trust the sharp and clever Papyrus to be able to read through the lines, and by the relieved and undeniably fond smile on his face you’re pretty sure he understood.

The amused-sounding snort from Undyne suggests he’s not the only one.

Papyrus perks up at the sound, suddenly tugging you closer. “Stars, I Almost Forgot! Human, This Is My Friend, Undyne! Undyne, This Is Sans’ Human, I’ve Told You About Them Before!”

You crane your neck, meeting the fish-monster’s piercing gaze for the first time. She certainly doesn’t look very impressed with you, making no move to offer you a hand to shake or even speak.

Considering her history with humans…you’re not surprised.

Still, Pap is watching you expectantly, so you smile and introduce yourself, saying, “It’s nice to meet you!”

Is it, though…?

Maybe. Maybe not.

You know this person by reputation only, and the brothers’ opinions on her are from two opposite ends of a spectrum. You don’t know her for yourself and all you have to judge her on is her actions.

You know what she did to Sans and Papyrus. You don’t like that at all.

But the sight of her standing here in flimsy handcuffs that she could probably break just by flexing a little too hard…it reminds you that she chose to wear them so that Sans wouldn’t have to.

And the fact that she’s here is a whole other layer. How hard must it have been to finagle something like this? You can’t imagine how frustrating and redundant the maze of human politics and legal proceedings must’ve been, even for someone with literally royal clout, trying to arrange leave from prison to be here today, just to be able to see Papyrus graduate.

Undyne did it anyway.

She must really care about Papyrus and as someone with that same level of investment…

Well, that has to earn her back a few brownie points with you.

You can at least be polite.

“So…you’re the punk Papyrus won’t shut up about, huh?” Undyne sneers down at you.

…You can try to be polite.

“Yeah, I suppose that’s me!” you say easily, sparing a glance up at the skeleton in question. “Unless Pap’s been talking up some other humans I don’t know about, I guess.”

Papyrus gasps as if greatly offended. “I Would Never!” he exclaims. “You’re The Best Human!”

You laugh. “‘The best’? Really? I’m the best one?”

“Of Course You Are!” Papyrus says, as if it ought to be obvious. He bends down a little to more easily hug you, explaining, “You’re Our Human. That Makes You The Best!”

Oh…oh, jeez, Papyrus…!

You hug him back.

“Is that true?” You turn to find Undyne watching the two of you, her eye narrowed. “They’re your human, too, Papyrus?”

Papyrus doesn’t hesitate to answer with a firm ‘yes.’

Undyne huffs, making a face.

“Man,” she grumbles, before turning to you with a stern expression. “Hey, human—you know you have to be good to these skeletons, don’t you?”

Your eyebrows shoot up. “Uh… I—”

“‘Cause they’re real important!”

“…Well…yeah, they—”

“It looks like you’re doing okay so far,” she says, which sounds almost like a concession, “even…even…but! You better keep it up, alright?! Queen’s orders!”

“You’re Not The Queen Anymore, Undyne,” Papyrus tries to cut in, but she just glares at him.

“Cherish these skeletons, human!” she demands of you, making it sound like a proclamation. “Cherish them!”

“……”

You…

You kinda want to laugh.

Undyne is definitely intense…but she’s hardly the cold and solemn monarch the human media’s made her out to be. Having her here in front of you, trying to intimidate you into taking care of Sans and Papyrus…

You think maybe you understand why she and Pap used to be friends.

Are friends, that’s…that’s pretty clear.

When you smile at her instead of cowering, she scowls, which really just makes you grin wider.

“I don’t think that’s gonna be a problem,” you assure her. “These guys are…they’re basically my family at this point.”

You give Papyrus a little side-squeeze and feel your expression softening at just the thought of Sans, still off somewhere settling his nonexistent nerves.

“Don’t worry,” you say, as firmly certain as your entire soul is on the sentiment. “I’m gonna cherish the hell out of these skeletons, no matter what!”

The way Undyne is looking at you now…you’d almost call it impressed.

You could probably stop there and call this a confrontation well-handled, but…

You’re not sure you’ll ever have an opportunity to talk to her again.

You might as well say everything you need to say right now.

“And hey…when Pap comes to visit you, actually see him. I don’t like hearing about the times he wasted a trip, okay?”

In your peripheral vision, you see Papyrus’ cheekbones going blue and he whines your name a little plaintively, but you hold eye-contact with Undyne.

It feels like the right thing to do.

Undyne seems surprised.

And then slowly…she starts to laugh.

“Fuhuhuhuhuhu! Okay…okay, yeah!” She grins at Papyrus, a shark-smile if you’ve ever seen one. “I guess you were right, Papyrus. They’re not a total wimp…for a human!”

You wonder if that’s her way of saying you’ve earned some brownie points with her, too.

One of the humans standing quietly beside Undyne suddenly speaks up. “Ms. Undyne? It’s time.”

She sighs, rolling her visible eye. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever…”

“It Was Good To See You Again, Undyne,” Papyrus chimes in. His smile is wide and after all these years, finally free of the corrective braces.

It brings a very nostalgic look to the former queen’s face.

“You, too, Papyrus. Congrats on doing something cool with your life. Come…come see me again soon, okay?”

“Of Course!”

“And human…” She smirks at you. “Just keep cherishing…or else!”

You give her a cheeky thumbs up and a wink that makes you feel an awful lot like you’re channeling Sans for a second. “You got it!”

That gets you a nod of approval, and in short order, Undyne is led away.

“……I Think She Likes You!” Papyrus decides after a long moment.

You snort. “Is that what that was?”

Whatever Pap says in response, you don’t hear it.

With Undyne’s departure, it’s apparently the perfect time for Papyrus to get swarmed by a whole gaggle of excited and curious people.

Some are monsters, wanting to offering congratulations and ask after the old queen, but a lot are human—fellow graduates from Pap’s class, you realize—impressed that Papyrus was apparently important enough that Undyne herself came to their graduation.

In all the bustle, you end up…kinda trapped, squished up against Papyrus’ legs.

Until he effortlessly scoops you up and sets you down just outside the circle of admirers with a patronizing little pat on the head.

“My Adoring Public Needs Me,” he proclaims grandly, to several fond laughs around him. “You Go Find Sans, I’ll Catch Up With You Later. We Still Have Those Dinner Reservations, I Haven’t Forgotten!”

You almost did, but you accept your mission with a playful salute, already looking forward to the fancy new Italian place you were going out to celebrate at later tonight.

Provided, of course, you can actually find your boyfriend somewhere around here.

Papyrus’ voice stops you again before you get too far, though.

“Oh, And Another Thing I Haven’t Forgotten! I Was Promised A Very Specific Graduation Present!” Oh…that was news to you. “When You Find Him, Tell Him To Quit Being A Snail And Make It Happen, Already!”

You chuckle but say, “Sure thing, Pap!” on your way out.

You hope Sans jotted himself a reminder for this mystery present somewhere or you weren’t gonna be much help to him.

You’ll just have to ask him yourself and you don’t think he’ll be very difficult to find.

After all, he wouldn’t go too far on Pap’s big day, and by now the sun’s been down for awhile.

You can’t think of anywhere else Sans would rather be right now, when he wanted to clear his head, than out under the stars.

-

You don’t miss your guess.

Of course you don’t: after the years you’ve been with him, you know your funnybones.

Sans is sitting there outside in the grass, stroking Buddy’s head in his lap and staring straight up at the night sky.

He looks alright, which makes the ugly knot of compartmentalized concern unravel in your chest. You’re glad tonight’s surprise guest hadn’t shaken him up too badly and you approach him with a smile.

“Hey there, sugar-skull.”

Sans looks up at you and your heart skips a beat. You don’t think you’ll ever get tired of seeing the love in that big, red eye-light of his when he looks at you, or the way it makes you feel warm inside like nothing else ever has.

“Mind if I join you?”

“thought you’d never grassk.”

That startles a laugh out of you.

“Is that a new one?” you wonder, getting down to join him. “I don’t think I’ve heard it before.”

Sans shrugs, but you see him smiling. He loves being able to pull a new pun on you. It’s happening less and less these days, the more you’re together and the more jokes you hear from him, but you never fail to laugh at even the old ones you’ve heard a dozen times before.

Funny’s funny, a joke’s a joke, and from probably your favorite person in the world, the humor never feels stale.

“undyne give ya’ a hard time?”

You shrug right back. “Nothing I couldn’t handle. …Pap thinks she likes me.”

Sans huffs, but he slings his arm around you, pulling you right up against his ribs.

“‘course she does.” His skull settles on top of your head. “you’re the best.”

Sweethearts. You’re surrounded by sweethearts.

You don’t think you’d trade a single one of them for the world.

You spend awhile out there, just cuddling out under the stars.

You point out a constellation or two that you can see, even with the urban light pollution. Sans manages to find his favorite, Scorpius, and you spot…one of? the dippers, and it’s not until you’re arguing about how he can possibly tell, without a telescope, how that particular speck of light could be Cassiopeia A that you remember.

“Oh, wait, shit, I was supposed to remind you!”

“hey, you don’t gotta make up excuses, babe. you can just admit you’re wrong, y’know i ain’t gonna make fun of you for that.”

You smack him lightly on the sternum and he snickers at your ineffective bat. “No, seriously. Papyrus wanted me to tell you something.”

“sure, i completely believe you. what’s the message from ‘Papyrus’?”

You shoot him the fiercest side-eye you can manage. “Pap says he hasn’t forgotten about his graduation present and for you to stop being a snail.”

Whatever response you were expecting, the way Sans stiffens against your side really isn’t it.

“……shit. right. yeah. that.”

“Did you forget?” you wonder, trying to hide your amusement.

“mmm, little bit.”

“I mean…you can teleport. If you need to go get it…”

Sans fidgets a little. “nah, it’s not…i already have the……have for awhile, i just haven’t…gotten around to………”

You make a noise of surprise when Sans stands up, pulling you with him. He looks awfully nervous all of a sudden, even more nervous than when Undyne had shown up.

“Oh jeez, Sans,” you murmur gently. “Relax, I’m sure Pap’ll love it!”

It doesn’t stop the sweat from beading along his skull. “that, uh…that’s the thing, it…it’s not……for Pap, actually. it’s……it’s for you.”

You frown, confused. “Pap’s present…is a present for me?”

“eheheheheh…nah, the…it’s for you, Pap’s part of it is……uh. i ‘stop bein’ a bitch about it.’ direct quote.”

Snrk… Oh, Papyrus…

“Okay. Weird, but okay. So…what is it?”

“………um. so.” Sans looks like if he had a lip, he’d be biting it right about now. “i…found a really cool rock…that i wanted to give ya’…”

Oh!

Sans had great taste in rocks, you couldn’t wait to see it.

“‘cept i…wasn’t really sure when the right…time…was…?” He chuckles a little, his eye-light darting everywhere but you. “human……customs, or, whatever. but…but Pap says i already been draggin’ my feet too long, so, uhh…”

Sans reaches into the pocket of his nice slacks and presents you with…

Oh, a crystal!

And by far, the most beautiful one you’ve ever seen: it’s a gorgeous cyan blue and glowing, actually radiating light in the darkness.

The urge to reach out and touch it is powerful and you just stare at it for a moment completely awed.

But then Sans starts talking.

“i…i got it from, uh…from waterfall. the ceiling. took a little doing, but it…it seemed right. we…monsters, we used to wish on these, y’know? did…did i tell you that?”

“Not in so many words,” you say, but you don’t need words for memories conveyed directly through the soul.

You have a clear picture in your mind of the place he’s talking about, and what it meant to monsters when they were trapped.

“well…we wished on ‘em…like how humans do with stars, for stuff we wanted…things……things we never thought we’d get to have…ever.” Sans goes a little glowy in the cheekbones himself. “stuff that was too important to give up on, no matter…how impossible it was.”

He’s still not looking at you and you have no idea where he’s going with this, but when there’s a long pause, you prompt him to continue.

“Sans…?”

He shakes his skull, like he’s trying to clear an etch-a-sketch, and seems to start again.

“i saw a documentary about…one of the animals ya’ got up here. the little…” He struggles with the name and tries, “tuxedo birds,” and you nod encouragingly that you understand.

Though you can’t for the life of you figure out why he wants to talk about penguins right now.

“it, uh…it said they…when they really want to…be with somebody, what they do is…they, they find a rock and give it to ‘em and that’s how they find their mates.” Sans laughs a little, still with that persistent edge of nervousness. “i dunno, i thought it was pretty cute. monsters don’t…we don’t have nothin’ like that, but i guess…i guess humans do?”

Sans freezes suddenly, like something’s just occurred to him.

���shit,” he mutters. “i’m supposed to be on one knee for this, right? does it matter which knee, or…?”

………

Holy shit.

“Sans, are you…are you proposing…?”

He winces at the question, a rueful expression on his skull.

“jeez……guess i’m doin’ a pretty shit job of it if ya’ gotta ask.”

If your heart skipped a beat before, you actually think it stops this time, just for a second.

Sans is proposing.

He wants to marry you.

He wants you to be a part of his life, always.

“Yes.”

Sans blinks at you, looking startled.

You’re not sure if he actually processed the thing you said or what it meant, so you say it again, as emphatically as you can.

“Yes, Sans, I want to marry you!”

He stares at you just a little bit longer…but you know your answer got through this time.

That traitorous eye-light of his can’t lie, and it’s heart-shaped and adorable.

“heheheheheh…hahahahahaha!”

You laugh, too, as you’re suddenly scooped up off the ground, literally swept right off your feet into his arms as Sans holds you up against him, fervently nuzzling at your face.

You nuzzle back, grinning so widely it actually hurts and pressing smooches against him everywhere you can reach.

Below you, Buddy has taken to darting around and barking, excited by the sudden movements his people are making. You know he has no idea what’s going on, but you’re excited, so??? He’s excited too??? Yes?!?!

Stars, you love your stupid dog-son.

You love your goofy skeleton fiancé.

You see several sudden camera flashes and hear a triumphant, “NYEH-HEH-HEH, FINALLY! YES!” off from the side, and you love your meddling, soon-to-be brother-in-law, too!

It might not be the biggest family, but it’s yours and honestly…?

Your life feels as full as it’s ever been.

You gasp as something utterly delightful occurs to you and you brace your hands against Sans’ shoulders, pulling away just enough to look him in the eye-socket.

“Sans,” you say urgently, “Sans!”

“what?” he asks, frowning a little at your tone. His eye-light pops back to its normal round shape, but if you have your way, that won’t last long.

“Do you know what this means?”

Sans can see you starting to grin, the kind of grin that goes hand-in-hand with his most favorite thing in the world, and his concern falls away.

He spares an insufferably smug smirk over at his poor, unsuspecting brother before turning back to you, as eager as you’ve ever seen him.

“what, baby? what does it mean?”

“When we get married… do you know what that’s gonna make you?”

Sans knows it’s going to be good. He’s practically vibrating again as he asks, “what’s it make me?”

“Sans……you’re gonna be my husbone.”

Papyrus shrieks in dismay, even as Sans’ eye-light blips right back into a heart-shape and he completely loses his mind, hugging you even tighter against him and laughing until delighted tears streak down his skull.

“HUMAN! Stop Ruining This Beautiful Moment For Me!” Papyrus demands, his hands on his hips.

“keep…keep enhancing this beautiful moment for me,” Sans wheezes, nuzzling at your cheek.

Buddy just keeps scurrying around Sans’ feet, jumping up and trying to be part of the action, too.

Pap corrals him for you and comes on in to join your little hug-fest with a hilariously irritated look on his face, saying that you two had better not start this up again at your celebratory graduation-slash-engagement dinner or he'll be very displeased, disowning you both!

This…

This is a very good family to be a part of.

You couldn’t be happier.

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