#do you understand the severity of what surrounds the entire thing? like hello???

[maxellminidisc]

Truly TRULY not everything requires you to write fan fiction about it. I swear to god you people have toxic waste between your ears or something....

[hyperblue]

Everyday I scroll through your blog just to remember what happiness is.

Also, I did have an actual question or request(?) I suppose, I want, NEED more details about your specific AU with Wendy and Jackie, what fo they enjoy? How often do they fight with their fathers? What do they grow up to be??? You've said before that Jack is scared of his powers, so does this result in him going out and having a 'normal' life? How would that affect his relationships with his family?

Of course you don't have to answer but I am very curious!

hello there!! I'm so glad to hear that you're enjoying my blog, thank you for your kind words 💙

and yes i will gladly answer your questions! this will probably get a bit long, i hope that's okay with you

au's mainly focused on twins when they are around 17-18 (kind of symbolic to tim's age when he cloned them because I'm prosy like that)

one of the main reasons why I've decided to go for twins in this au (aside from being indecisive about whether it should be a boy or a girl) is because it gives me a chance to demonstrate how two people can have same upbringing/surrounding and be influenced by the very same group of people AND still form entirely different perspectives and opinions on certain things. i'm going to use both kids' relationships with kon as one of the clearest examples:

wendy appreciates kon dearly, she thinks very high of him and constantly seeks for his company and attention. on the other hand, as she gets older, it becomes really awkward for her to be around him because she's old enough now to actually understand and pear wiggle the whole "my dad cloned me out of this dead dude's dna without his consent" thing in her head, until she has to stop for a moment and go: "wow. that was So Not Okay of my dad." on top of that she's facing a major identity crisis because you know, teens, and starts to question her own existence and even tim's love for her, because she can't be sure now if he actually loves her or if she's just a good enough replacement of what her dad could have loved, but never got an actual chance. which eventually leads to her bottling up lots of anger towards tim, because obviously it's his fault that she can't look kon in the eyes anymore, and none of this would've happened if he just had his shit together and didn't try to clone kon all those years ago (and she's not even entirely wrong)

what she CAN'T fathom just yet is the fact that she loves kon so much partly because she got to see him through tim's eyes; part of her affection for kon is deeply rooted in a way tim spoke about him when she was a kid, always loving, always in awe — essentially, tim was the first person who taught wendy the concept and the feeling of love. and even her awkwardness and guilt that she's experiencing around kon are inherited from tim; she's just mirroring her dad's own feelings about himself without even realizing it

jackie, on the other hand... it would be easy to say that he's just not as close with kon as his sister, but when you start to look at the reasons, well, it gets a little bit messy. you see, jackie was always a "daddy's boy"; he and tim were inseparable when jackie was a kid, they still are, actually, it's just that tim only now starts to realize negative side effects of their closeness but that's for another post. not only that, he's also much more... observant than wendy in a lot of ways, so while wendy was soaking in tim's affection for kon as a sponge to eventually make it her own, jackie couldn't help but notice how hard it was for his dad to have kon in his life only as a co-parent and nothing more (they've bended their friendship as years went by, but it was never easy for both of them); not to mention that tim, to this day, experiences a very severe depressive episodes, to the point of not being able to get out of bed — jackie was very affected by it too growing up. so to him, as of now, it doesn't make sense for kon to stick around and be his usual "weekend dad" if he's not willing to stay forever, and he's kind of resentful towards kon, because he always felt sorry for tim in this situation. not that he doesn't understand why exactly it's the way that it is, it's just that his philosophy on that matter is: if you can't stay forever, do not bother visiting us at all, and stop giving dad any hope for more. jackie's anxiety regarding his kryptonian powers also does not help at all, more on that later

(got carried away with this, sorry, i just had to take this opportunity to explain why there are twins in my timkon clone baby au)

so about the kids, wendy is a rebellious soul and free spirit, and her interests really show that about her — she's been horse riding since she was five, tim was a bit hesitant about it at first, but with damian's help they managed to convince him that everything is going to be okay; damian has also bought wendy her own horse, the one she's connected with in her equestrian club (damian is her favorite uncle ever since; she did not let him call her horse a "Bathourse", tho). aside from that she plays guitar just a little, tim's also tried to teach her piano but ended up failing miserably; he also wasn't able to pass on to her his music taste, wendy is almost strictly a pop girl. she's not really good at photography from professional point of view, but she almost always has her little digital camera with her to take snapshots of memories

(she's also really into true crime videos/podcasts, it's one of the activities that she likes to share with her dad; most times after a fight with tim, if she wants to make up or apologize, she just sneaks into his office and starts playing random true crime youtube video at full volume)

jackie doesn't really have a "main" interest or hobby, even though he's passionate about a lot of things, some of them include: art (because damian), sports (although he's not playing himself), cars (because tim), photography (once again, tim), also I'm pretty sure he's good at math — a little bit of this, a little bit of that, as he himself would say. it could create a major problem for him to choose between college programs if he hadn't already decided that he is going to inherit drake industries, so business it is. tim actually had a whole conversation with him, like, "are you SURE that's what you want," resulting in jackie just. shrugging his shoulders, because it's just about as good as any other choice; not that he has some big, special dream anyway. also i think that he probably skipped a class (wendy did not; she's not too excited about going to college)

speaking about jackie being scared of his powers, it's most likely the result of an accident/series of accidents from his childhood when he unwillingly hurt tim or demolished something during tantrums (he used to throw them a lot when he was younger); kon has offered his help at figuring out how to control it, of course, but if for wendy it was existing and she wanted to get even stronger and make more progress, for jackie it was always about keeping it at bay so to not hurt anyone else. he never really wanted to become a vigilante either, which is good enough for tim because he's worried enough about wendy rushing to the field; he's as close at being a civilian as you can possibly get while growing up with bats and having a kryptonian dad. mostly it's a relief for his family ("at least one of us is going to graduate college"), although wendy can't stop bugging him about joining in and being the coolest vigilante twins gotham has ever seen. it's a bit isolating for him, sure, considering that everyone in his family is a superhero of some sort, but with tim mostly being a stay at home dad and only managing comms every once in a while it turned out better than it could

it DID get long, and i start to lose the train of thoughts; nevertheless, i hope you'll enjoy this answer 💙 feel free to ask more about them, I'm always up to chatting about my babies

[landwriter]

oh menacing writer of the land, I bow to thee. forgive me for my intrusion, for I come to you with great reverence. might I be granted with the holy scripture of the musician!dream x professor hob au? I bring an offering of information on touring, musician life + music industry insight, should you so graciously answer my prayers 🙏

a handsome gift! the least I can offer is more twitter beef au!! most of this was written right in my tumblr drafts when I was still labouring under the delusion that was I was doing could be called "describe the fic you would write" - hob learns about The Diss Track. in his introduction to english lit class:

On Thursday morning, Hob is walking to his lecture, wearing his one sweatervest, because he can, thank you very much. Morpheus hadn't posted in over a day, and he supposes that's just the speed of the internet, and their little battle of wits is over. When he gets into the hall and sets his bag down, every single one of his students looks up at once. And several young people who - who are not even his students, he thinks.

"Right, hello class. Good to see you all here and keen on our last lecture before winter break. And welcome to the new faces as well. I can only assume you're here because of your interest in Marlowe."

"Oh my god," someone says at the back, loud enough for Hob to hear. "He's wearing the vest." He firmly reminds himself this is exactly what he wanted.

Amanda, who sits at the front and always does the readings, raises her hand. Hob calls on her in relief.

"Uh. Professor. We love Marlowe. But haven't you seen it yet?"

Hob had forgotten to silence his phone and it's started buzzing. He ignores it.

"Seen what," he says, very levelly. Smiling firmly. Not at all panicking. Ignoring his students' exchanged glances.

"The song."

"It's a diss track," says another student.

"Sorry, yeah, the diss track."

The entire lecture hall is faintly vibrating with anticipation.

"Is there swearing?" he asks, "I mean, more than I do in class. Anything particularly offensive?"

"No, professor," she says, understanding immediately.

"Well, I suspect I'll find it pretty quickly if I check my phone just now, and that only half of you are here for Marlowe anyways, so let's just put it on, shall we?"

Some kids actually cheer. "Enough of that," he says, "We're going to have a rigorous academic discussion about it afterwards." Then, because he cannot and will not help himself, he adds, "Presuming, of course, there is sufficient subject matter to engage with."

He pulls out his phone and fails utterly to hide his grin at the chorus of ooohs. Someone in the back actually shouts, "Get him, professor!"

Sure enough, the same video has been sent to him half a dozen times. He pulls it up, gets it displayed on the lecture hall's screen, and presses play.

“Alright,” he says. “Let’s see what all this fuss is all about.”

He has enough professional goodwill from years of teaching to do this kind of stupid thing, and it's nice to cash it in, sometimes. He likes to be the cool professor when he can. Even in a sweatervest.

He leans back against the lectern to watch. It's not Morpheus on screen, but a woman that Hob distantly recognizes. She's gorgeous, and apparently, given the rapturous whispers behind him, also at least a little famous. She's surrounded by takeaway containers, fiddling with her phone until music starts playing. "Good job, baby brother." She takes a sip of her beer and then wipes her mouth, and grins brightly right at the camera. "This one's for you, prof," she says, laughing.

Afterwards, the entire lecture hall is silent. Hob is silent.

"Holy shit," says a student, and Hob turns around, face burning. "She murdered you."

Hob gathers himself. He feels a little dizzy. It might low blood sugar. Or love.

"Indeed. Right. Well. Certainly a lot to unpack there." His hands are a little sweaty. It's definitely love. "This isn’t a classics class, but I know some of you are classics students and would be happy to educate us, so let’s start with that parallel made right at the start between the Lotophagi - that’s the lotus-eaters from The Odyssey - and the concept of academia as an ivory tower. Who wants to talk about that?"

Five different hands shoot up. "Wow. Okay, okay," he laughs. "Tristan, start us off."

In the next 80 minutes, he hardly gets a word in edgewise. He is, absolutely gloriously, playing discussion moderator instead of lecturer. Hob knows, feels it in his gut even now, that he will look back on this as one of the best classes he’s ever held. Students are twisting around in their chairs to engage with each other.

It is, he thinks, absolutely worth a bit of murdering.

[cartoonrival]

hii can you tell me more about that time sonic yelled at silver in a hospital (◕‿◕✿) <- imagine that thing is fluttering it’s lashes convincingly

HELLO i would love to. so silver's story in archie is that they are CONVINCED that there's a traitor amongst the original knothole freedom fighters. in archie, their future is a lot more in tact, so theyve been doing research in decrepit libraries and stuff trying to figure out what happened, and they're certain that 200 years ago, one of the freedom fighters double crossed their teammates and doomed the world.

silver tends to. jump to conclusions. a lot. and this is understandable considering everything is fucked and its scary and terrible and the weight of fixing it is on One Teenager's Shoulders. so they are wrong A Lot. they bring it up pretty much every time they see sonic, accuse rotor, etc, and the ffs find it a bit ANNOYING that someone would think one of their closest friends would turn against them, but ultimately its water under the bridge once silver realize each theory wasnt true, apologizes, they move on, silver keeps searching.

the hospital scene is sonic's final straw. ixis naugus took the throne, sally was roboticized, and antoine is in a coma. quack can't even be sure he'll wake UP. and while sonic is grieving in his room, picking at his guitar listening to amy sobbing in the living room with his parents, silver shows up and declares that they've FINALLY found the true traitor of the freedom fighters: it's antoine. and sonic fucking LOSES IT. he grabs silver by their quills and DRAGS them through the city, bursts into antoine's room where he's prone in bed, unresponsive, surrounded by flowers and balloons and well-wishing cards, and throws silver against the foot of the bed so they can see the man theyve just accused of being a traitor. really looks like he's about to walk off to join eggman doesn't he.

sonic's closest friends, the people who he has lived and fought alongside for basically his entire life, are kind of being shot down like FLIES, and here comes SILVER THE HEDGEHOG (who the hell even is this guy, where did they even come from), waltzing in and insisting that THEY know sonic's friends better than he does, so well in fact that they're sure they've been lying through their teeth to him.

that moment is veeerry much an explosion of a LOT of pent up anger and grief over the current state of things; the freedom fighters are LOSING. the people who carried sonic through some of the worst points of the war are being captured, dying, nicole was banished from the city, bunnie feels so guilty over antoine's fate that she's RUN AWAY without saying where she's going, geoffrey is back and ruining everything, its all gone to SHIT.

sonic doesnt really give a shit how well-meaning silver is, if theyre going to show up without having experienced any of the horror that sonic is currently living through and accuse the ONLY PEOPLE who have been with sonic through EVERYTHING of being BACKSTABBERS, several of whom have all but SACRIFICED THEMSELVES to save the world, then they should get fucked. to put it simply.

[acourtofthought]

A penny for your thoughts?

I seen discussion on feeling a lot, and how we don't really know how Lucien truly feel about Elain at this time. Whereas we know Az at least fantasizes about Elain, and desires her.

some say we do know how Lucien feel, because we got a snippet of it when Feyre was in his mind

"taste her, smell her"

and that this thoughts overall, show that Lucien just like Az desires Elain in a carnal way, and some have come to say if people scrutinize Azriel for these thoughts why not Lucien.

Personally I don't think Az desire for Elain can be compare or called the same as Lucien.

why?

because Az desire is willing, brought upon by himself, fantasies he thought of by himself. Now Lucien, while he may grow to feel this way as well, they way is explain, these thought are brought upon him by the bond and is hard to tell if this is what he truly desire.

what re you thought on this?

Hello!

I think it's tough when you pit Lucien's POV against Azriel's POV because there are some very major differences.

Lucien's POV occurred after he met Elain for what was basically the very first time and where the bond was a struggle for him to control (when you look back on Rhys, we see that it's not easy to hold back in the early days of a bond snapping into place however the pull of it does seem to somewhat settle. It's not something that leaves them mindless to their base instincts 100% of the time.)

Azriel's POV happened when he had known Elain for well over a year.

So right there I think it's normal that we should expect some differences in what they think and how they act. Because Az (according to some) is supposed to have feelings of love for Elain in his POV. He's spent time with her without her sisters monitoring things and making it known (as in the case of Nesta in ACOWAR) that they had major issues with Lucien being near Elain so he by default should know more about her, have an insight into who she is, know what's bothering her, acknowledge her growth, etc., but it doesn't seem he does.

Also, Elain has put up a block in getting to know Lucien because she's fighting the bond but she's not done the same with Az so again, we'd expect that he would have an understanding of her desires, her fears, etc. in a way that Lucien would not (especially upon first meeting her) but it doesn't seem he does.

Not to mention Az was able to spend time with Elain after she started finding her footing. I wouldn't say she's entirely healed from her trauma but she's been much more open and communicative on a day to day basis than how she was when Lucien first met her. I don't even mean around Az but her sisters and the IC. He's been able to observe her when surrounded by others in a setting she's somewhat comfortable in. When Lucien first met her she was thoroughly devastated by being made into something she recently feared and was still in love with Graysen. Still ENGAGED to Graysen. Also Lucien is severely struggling with guilt in his POV. He was just chased out of his home, spent centuries believing Jesminda was his mate, he remained loyal to her memory by never opening himself up to another emotionally and he carries guilt for her death only to be completely blindsided by the realization that Elain, who is engaged to a human and has no need for him, is his mate. Az might be struggling with knowing Mor will never love him but I have to say, he's not dealing with half of what Lucien is. And again, that is going to create differences in their thoughts in their POVs.

I think Lucien is definitely struggling with the pull he feels to Elain and you're not wrong in the fact that "touch her, smell her, taste her" is not of his own doing. But he shuts down his instincts right away and doesn't let them cloud his actions which I think is very important. The bond at times tries to force his hand but we see his restraint in holding it back.

However I do think the, "But he couldn't breath as she faced him fully. She was the most beautiful female he'd ever seen" is all him. Feyre once thought the same of Rhys long before she knew of their bond so I don't think it's fair to blame everything on the bond.

Did Cassian's pull to Nesta and desire to be physical make his interest in her less valid because of the bond?

Did Rhys's pull to Feyre and desire to be physical make his interest in her less valid because of the bond?

And does Az's physical interest in Elain make his emotions more valid because he doesn't have a bond even though he was recently looking at Mor with lust and hunger too? Physical attraction because you find someone hot or physical attraction because of the bond, it really doesn't matter all that much. I don't think either wins anyone more points. Especially when it's canon that Elain is beautiful. Even without the bond I'm pretty sure Lucien would have found her appealing since even the females remark on her beauty.

I think we also got confirmation that Lucien wasn't just lusting after Elain in a carnal way considering the reason we got Lucien's POV in the first place. Feyre was privy to Lucien's thoughts (whereas only the reader was privy to Azriel's). If Feyre was concerned about his intentions I doubt she would have allowed him near her again. Instead we get this, "I needed to be sure that he wasn't about to try to grab her, to sell us out." "And did you get an answer to that?" "I think so. It wasn't just about what he thought - it was the ...feeling. I sensed no ill will, no conniving. Only concern for her. And ...sorrow. Longing."

Concern for her. After only just meeting her. Lucien is definitely not in love with Elain at this point but, I don't think the feelings Feyre notes him as having are bad things especially when you consider that Cassian also expressed concern for Nesta multiple times as well as, "I wondered why no one had yet mentioned what now shone in Cassian's eyes as he gazed at my sister. The sorrow. And the longing". That along with the males worrying about the females weight seems to be a pattern for SJM endgame couples. Rhys worried about how much weight Feyre had lost, Cassian too, and Lucien, when he thought "Too thin. She must not be eating at all. How can she even stand?" That concern came about before we see the instincts riding him with "Touch her, smell her, taste her -"

I don't think Az showed concern for anyone but himself in his POV chapter. He was worried about his scars, the bad things he's done, that Elain knows why HE has been avoiding dinners and stood away from the fire, that HIS shadows disappear around her. Where were there any thoughts of Elain and his concern over the way Nesta had talked to her and the fights the sisters had? Where were thoughts of how far Elain had come since she first came to Velaris? Where was his concern about whether Elain was struggling after having seen Lucien?

The question shouldn't be whose physical attraction is more valid, Az because he doesn't have a bond or Lucien's considering he shares a bond with her.

Physical attraction is not the point. He's hot, she's hot, Az is hot, everyone is hot and if someone is single, they're all bound to be interested at some point.

What matters is how compatible two characters are because that's what makes an SJM endgame couple. Elain and Lucien are both dealing with some heavy stuff, even more so than Az, yet they were given this very intense bond when they were total strangers. But if you strip the bond away and Elain met Az and Lucien at the same time in the same place, I don't know how anyone can deny that Lucien and Elain are very compatible. Neither prefers to resort to violence (while it's Az's m.o), they both really love nature and the outdoors (while we get no hints that Az does), they are both social and enjoy parties (we are specifically told Az prefers to keep to himself), they are both more concerned with how they present themselves in terms of appearance than the other characters are, they both value tradition (while Az seems to participate because of what it means to others, not because it means something deep to him).

What matters is how much the male is accepting the females growth as she moves through the series:

Lucien: "I heard you made the killing blow"

Azriel: There is an innate darkness to the Dead Trove that Elain should not be exposed to".

What matters is, regardless of the reason, Lucien is STILL staring at Elain with longing 2/3 through Silver Flames (both Rhys and Cassian stared at their mates with longing and ended up with them) while Az is finding himself amused by Gwyn, challenging Gwyn, noting how far she's come since when he first met her, feeling something spark in his chest for her, saying that he believes in her (and Nesta and Emerie) to make it through the Rite.

Az came about his lust for Elain in the good old fashioned way but that doesn't mean what he feels is love or that it hints at endgame potential.

Tamlin came about his lust for Feyre the good old fashioned way yet the mating bond still won out in the end.

I'm sorry that I have a difference of opinion than you, maybe you were expecting it based on my blog, but I do appreciate that your phrasing was respectful.

[7grandmel]

Todays rips: 22/02/2024

Collision Clouds and Return to Collision Clouds

Season 1 Featured on: Stagg Street Arrangements

Ripped by MtH

Season 7 Featured on: SGFR Presents: RIP²

Ripped by Kirbio

...And I agree with them wholeheartedly, I do~

Yesterday on my post covering As Miku Collides (as well as on several past posts), I discussed how even individual rippers have been able to leave a remarkable impact on SiIvaGunner, purely by conveying their passions and interests through ripping. The self-expression that SiIvaGunner allows for as a neverending stream of uploads, submitted by people from all over the world, is one of its greatest qualities, and this was shown in full force back during Season 1 in particular. A lack of quality control resulted in many far rougher and less timeless rips, but it also meant that rippers of any skill level were free to contribute as much as they wanted to onto the channel. The current system's better planning and higher standard for quality is obviously far better, yet...high quality or not, there was a magic to having such a vast sea of rips made by people who just want to chime in with their little piece, never too invested in how much people would care about the results.

And you have this way of falling in and out of time as it goes by Passing silently with no goodbye

Back on Owner of a Mahjong Board, I singled out the trio of Now That's What I Call Quality! albums as some of the most unique in SiIvaGunner's entire discography. I do believe there is an amendment to be made there, however. From all the way back in Season 1 as the 22nd released album (not counting singles), Stagg Street Arrangements is an oddity of a release in many ways, with all the reasons as to why circling back to Chaze the Chat's known love for Kara's Flowers. An arrangement album of the last release the band ever made before becoming Maroon 5, its the smallest "real" album the channel has ever put out; what's more, all but one of the arrangements on it were made specifically for the release. In every sense of the word, Stagg Street Arrangements was a passion project by Chaze the Chat, a way to permanently cement Kara's Flowers as part of the channel's legacy, before its planned end was to come just weeks later. And given everything surrounding that explosive finale, be it File Select Fusion Collab, The SiIvaGunner Smurfs Collab or Epic Flintstones, its easy to see how Stagg Street Arrangements wound up buried in the mix of things, one more little thing in the vast sea of rips. It would be easy to understand how, all these years later, people would've stopped caring.

You have this way of meaning everything and nothing to me at the same time Returning my hellos with goodbyes

Alongside the prior discussed Everyday Goodbyes (SiIvaGunner Band Cover), the biggest highlight of Stagg Street Arrangements in my eyes would be the arrangement of Stagg Street Recordings' own biggest highlight - Collision Clouds, an arrangement of As Things Collide, by MtH. As one of the first members to join Chaze the Chat in running SiIvaGunner and as the current manager of the channel, it only seems fitting that MtH would end up co-carrying the torch of Kara's Flower's legacy, with Collision Clouds being a heartwrenchingly beautiful arrangement of Kara's Flower's most resonant piece. The new instrumentation, based on the sound of Kirby's Game Boy Advance outings, is an incredible fit, highlighting the feeling of a dream-like plea for help that the original As Things Collide held - an angelic set of nostalgically-compressed instruments to match a song about the dreamy meeting of angels.

Seven long years later, with the release of RIP², we would be reminded, be assured, that the SiIvaGunner team never forgets, and never stops caring. Chaze the Chat may be long gone from the team, but those who remain make sure to never let a ripper's legacy die. Seven years later, we Return to Collision Clouds.

On the album celebrating the greatest of SiIvaGunner's legacy, the arrangement album arranging the channel's own classic rips, we would finally see a return to Stagg Street Arrangements as part of the celebration. Amidst arrangements of classic mashups, of emotional peaks in storylines, and of channel-defining rips such as SING A SONG ABOUT HOPES AND DREAMS, we had Return to Collision Clouds - a tribute to an arrangement few of us remembered, in itself a tribute to a song and band even fewer knew of. The original Collision Clouds, as described above, used the GBA Kirby game sound to heighten the feelings of its original song - Return to Collision Clouds builds upon that foundation, arranging As Things Collide in the instrumentation and style of the modern Kirby games, yet still leaning into that same desired effect. The arrangement uses the sound of woodwind instruments, piano, xylophone, accordion, to create a sort of lively, yet dreamy space for the track that's oh so easy to lose oneself in. Yet it doesn't stray too far from its roots, as partway through the melody becomes played with a modern-sounding synth melody, only to be joined in a harmonious duet with the original Collision Clouds GBA-esque lead. In every sense of the word, it's an amazingly well done tribute, both bringing the original arrangement full circle whilst reminding those watching today of just how much Kara's Flowers meant to the channel's life. I've only previously covered Kirbio on here through one of my all-time favorite rips in Fighting for the Dreams ~ Space Port Collab, and its reassuring to see how his touch for emotionally resonant rips still remains all these years later.

You may at this point be wondering about that special date of today, that I mentioned in As Miku Collides. February 22nd, 02/22. See, in every album that SiIvaGunner released under Chaze the Chat's management, no matter the kind, he made a concentrated effort to include a reference to Kara's Flowers and/or Maroon 5 - always deliberately placing it as track #222 or, in albums with less than 222 tracks, as track #22. The first studio room that the band ever recorded in, the place that would end up creating the band that Chaze the Chat was so thoroughly invested in, had that same number. And even with Chaze the Chat's departure, the tradition continued, with just about every album released to date since following suit. Because even without him here, just like all the other rippers I mentioned on As Miku Collides, just like every other ripper to have ever contributed to the channel - their legacies are eternal. Its as I brought up way back in Violet Snow Memories, as Chain of Memories II Day so perfectly showed: Every ripper leaves a footprint, big or small, one that is bound to be remembered by someone out there. Be that a ripper, an artist, a viewer...or someone like me recounting it all.

Because it's thanks to Chaze the Chat love for Kara's Flowers, and the rest of the team's effort of upholding his legacy, that As Things Collide was able to reach someone like me to begin with. It's thanks to the SiIvaGunner team that so many other Kara's Flowers-like interests, the niches of the internet world, are given the same amount of love and care in their representation on the channel as any other work would. SiIvaGunner is a community in of itself, yet its through this never-ending outpouring of love that I, and likely many others, have been able to find myself in so many more warm, welcoming spaces, the spaces for all of the various little oddities that the team continue to celebrate, this team of nerds from the world over. And I cannot thank them enough for that effort.

I said, "I don't know, does the loneliness show? And if so does it ever end?"

[skylermouse]

OC Crossover pt 1 Cookie Run : Mini Kingdom

Star (me) : hey you two :D

Marco: Fuck me

Sky and Marco turn to the source of the voice, only to frown almost immediately upon visual contact with the source.

Sky: What do YOU want

Marcos feathers slowing starting puffing up, his wings flaring out to cover Star’s view Sky

Star: Rude >:(… anyway I was wondering if you two would like to go on a small journey-

Marco: when you say small do you mean that we’ll be there for several unbearable weeks until you feel like bringing us back

The pair stare at Star awaiting an answer, only for her to start smiling

Star: Correct my feathery friend… oh would you look at the time, time for you to get going

Sky: Do we get a say in this…

Star: :)…….. Absolutely not!

Star snaps her fingers, allowing a portal to be created under Marco and Sky.

Marco: oooh you stupid *falls* BIIIIIIIITCH

The portal closes returning the room to a weird silence

Star: hope they find out that I changed it up a bit for their own enjoyment

*Meanwhile in the Other Universe*

(Takes place near the beginning

Gingerbrave: They won't bother us again-

*Cue Sky and Marco falling out of a portal, with Marco landing half way into the

ground*

Marco: I hate the bitch….

Sky stands, trying to get an understanding of the surrounding

Sky: Where the Hell are we any way?

Sky: and WHY do I feel different

Marco pulls himself from the hold made from the impact he looks relieved for a few seconds before slowly changing into a horrified look

Marco: Sky… take a look at yourself please

Sky:….why….?

Marco: Sky I’m begging you in the name Christ to look at yourself please.

Sky slowing look down at one of her paw to see that it’s not longer covered in fur but in a smooth texture… frosting.

She glances back at Marco to see that he too gone through the transformation

Both: What… The…. Fu-

Gingerbrave: Um… Hello..

The two animals turn to see a group of people- wait no, cookies staring back at them

Gingerbrave: who are you two….. and why the heck did you both fall out the sky-

*Wizard jabs his elbow into the Gingerbrave’s waist silencing him*

Wizard: What Gingerbrave meant to say was… are you to okay?

Sky stands up tumbling a little bit

Sky: We’re fine… but one question… WHERE THE EVER LIVING F*CK ARE WE

The cookies back up not knowing that an animal could use such vulgar language

Gingerbrave: First off language, there are children around here

Sky and Marco: -_-

Gingerbrave: Second, You’re in Earthbread, the land where is cookies and many more live!! :D

Sky: (Earthbread…. Where have I heard that name before….)

Sky: (………. Oh wait)

Sky: Is your name.. Gingerbrave by any chance

Ginger’s eyes widen

Ginger:… how did you know that…..

Sky: Your friend said your name earlier.. Wizard Cookie am I right?

*Wizard Cookie nods*

Sky: For now all I can say I’ve heard about you before.. but where.. I won’t be telling you~

Ginger:(ok.. creepy)

Ginger: Anyway…. What your name little mouse?

Sky: (Bitch, Im about two time taller than you sitting down!)

Sky: Names Sky and the Parrot hybrid over there questioning his sanity is Marco and what are the rest of your names?

Gingerbrave: Well you’ve already met me and Wizard Cookie, I guess the only one you haven’t met is Strawberry Cookie-

Sky pushes the two boys to the side to get a better look at the hooded figure

Strawberry: H-hello

Sky pulls Strawberry Cookie to her neck fluff embracing her while wagging her tail wildly

Skye: YOU’RE SO CUUTE

Strawberry: (ok.. awkward… pls help..)

Sky looks beside Strawberry to see a shiny object that looks similar to the shape of Gingerbrave

Sky: Ooooh… HEY MARCO STOP HAVING A MENTAL BREAK DOWN AND GET YO ASS UP

Marco gets up from the ground to see the same object Sky is staring at

Marco:…. dafuq?

A small gnome looking creature waddles towards the group

Sugar Gnome: Why that’s a special cookie cutter

Ginger: Yo check me out, if it fits, I sits

*cue entire group sweat dropping*

Sky: Dude WTF-

After the whole using the Cooke cutter thing

Chili Pepper: Okay, what's going on? Who are you? Cops? Back it up, boys! Don't even think about messing with me

Sky: (Oh no, I can see this escalating terribly)

Sugar Gnome: Don’t Fight. We used the Cookie Cutter and viola! You’re here!

Chili looks over to see the two animals

Chili: who are the animals?

Strawberry: Sky and Marco… right?

Sky: Yea-

Chili: Yeah Whatever..

Marco: B*TCH!

Chili walks up to Marco, fury in her eyes

Chili: WHAT DID YOU CALL ME BIRD BRAIN

Marco: FIRST OF ALL, YOU DONT TALK TO A LITTLE GIRL THAT WAY, SECOND YOU ASKED WHO WE WERE, SHE ANSWERED, SHOW SOME GOD. DAMN. RESPECT.

Marco’s feathers puffed up, he spreads his wings and his spiraled pupil dilates

Chili backs up surprised by the animals sudden anger

Chili: This isn’t over bird brain…

Sugar Gnome 2: TROUBLE! TROUBLE!

Ginger: Don’t tell me, Cake monsters AGAIN

Sugar Gnome 2: Dutti-do! Giants are attacking the castle! Blood-red eyes! Razor-sharp teeth, yellow as the sun!

Sky: (ick, ever heard of personal hygiene)

Sugar Gnome: No doubt they are after the Castle's great treasures, mm-hm

Chili: Treasures?! Did you just say "treasures?" Why didn't you tell me that in the first place! Now yer talkin'—!

Marco: (At least we know how to get her to help)

Ginger: We need to get there quickly!

Sky: Oh I Know! You guys can ride on me and Marcos back, Im really fast so we should be there in seconds!

Sky: Fair warning though, Marco can’t fly straight and often does a lot of sky stunts….

Ginger and the gang huddle up and discuss who’s riding who

Ginger: So… which animal you guys riding

Strawberry: Well.. Sky seems to be the more safer option

Wizard: As much as I like adventure…. Im going with the mouse

Brave: Looks like me and Chili are going with the Parrot

Chili: WHAT?! I DIDNT I AGREE TO THAT

Brave: Well… you need to try a get along with him after that situation earlier

Chili: FUCK THAT! HE CALLED ME A B*TCH

Brave: Again, Language, and that sounds more like a you problem :)

Chili: BUT-

Brave: Alright let’s go! :D

Brave grabs Chili’s arm with a firm grip and drags her over to the parrot, throwing her onto his back and climbing on, meanwhile Strawberry and Wizard are climbing onto Sky’s back, cling onto her fur

Sky and Marco: Are you guys READY?!

Brave: Yep :D

Strawberry: S-Sure

Wizard: Yes

Chili: Whatever…

In a quick flash Sky speeds off leaving only a cloud of dust

Gingerbrave:….

Chili:…. on second though…. Im glad you dragged me onto the parrot Gingerbrave

Marco starts flapping his creating clouds of dust with each flap until he lifts himself off the ground

Gingerbrave: The Castles that way, by the way

Marco: Alright let’s go…

First time writing a story including ocs, I will accept any critics as long as their not harsh

[yourlokalescholar]

I bet you thought I’d forgotten about this! I still intend to upload all of the chapters to Tumblr, I just take forever to do anything. Also I renamed the story to “The Girl and the God”, cos “Hello I’m Here I’m Living in the Wall” is a TERRIBLE title and also far too long. Anyway

The Girl and the God: chapter two

Salmon was miserable.

She was currently clinging to a tree, in the pouring rain, in the middle of the night, trying to avoid a hoard of undead. She had very few memories to her name, but she was sure it didn't get much worse than this. An arrow narrowly missed her leg, and she swore as she inched further up the vines she was grasping.

"Can you fuckers STOP shooting at me for five FUCKING minutes so I can CLIMB THIS BLOODY TREE WITHOUT FALLING TO MY DEATH??" She shouted at her aggressors, having passed beyond fear and into frustration after the first few hours of being stuck in the swamp.

She'd spent hours trudging along the shoreline in hopes of finding civilisation. Or shelter. Or even like... a good tree to spend the night in. Literally anything would've been better than what she'd found, which was another damned swamp. Admittedly, Salmon had liked the swamp she'd woken up next to: it had looked interesting. She liked the colour of the wood, and the tree roots reminded her of spider legs, and she'd been curious to see what kind of animals lived there. However, liking the look of a biome was very different to being stuck inside it in the pouring rain whilst being shot at by skeletons and chased by zombies. In all fairness, she doubted that would be a pleasant experience no matter the location.

Since arriving at the swamp, Salmon had fallen out of three trees, nearly drowned in a pond, and gotten tangled in vines... far too often. And that was before the sun had set. Somehow, things had gotten worse from there.

After a lot of screaming, cussing and clumsy parkour, she'd found herself here, in a tree, surrounded by undead, thinking her day couldn't get any worse. And then it began to rain.

So, understandably, Salmon was miserable.

Mentally cursing whatever gods existed, she finally hauled herself up onto the branch her vine was hanging from. She lay on her back and groaned loudly, momentarily forgetting that she was being shot at. This brief respite was quickly interrupted when an arrow grazed her arm and brought her painfully back to her hellish reality.

Salmon groaned again, louder, and sat up reluctantly. She leaned her back against the trunk of her tree, and began to assess her injuries. Now that the adrenaline was wearing off, she realised that she was actually… quite injured. Like, all over her body. As well as the most recent graze on her forearm, she had several shallow claw marks over her back and shoulders from zombies, bruises all over her body from falling out of trees, tiny scratches all over her face and arms from branches, and…

THREE arrows sticking out of her left leg.

Ah.

How had she not noticed that?

Of course, now that she had noticed, it was impossible to ignore.

Her entire leg felt like it was on fire, every movement sending another flare of pain through her body. It felt like even the droplets of water falling from the leaves above were creating micro tears in the skin around the arrowheads. She reached for a shaft with shaking fingers, but the moment she touched it a wave of white-hot agony shot through her, and she couldn’t hold back a sob.

She just wanted to go to sleep.

She sucked a breath in through her teeth, steeling herself. She closed her eyes and thought for a moment. The arrows weren’t in deep. If they weren’t in the way, her wounds would be healed in minutes; most of her other injuries were nearly gone now. It wouldn’t hurt for long. Forcing herself to move through her trepidation, she reached into her pocket and stuffed some stale bread into her mouth, then squeezed her eyes shut and took some more deep breaths. Then, she lined her right arm up with the arrows, close to the skin… And swiped.

***

What was left of the god remembered a little about humans.

They knew they’d been a creative species; they’d made structures the size of cities, and cities the size of countries. They knew they’d been a brave species; they’d taken on whatever horrors the more sadistic gods had thrown at them. They knew they’d been an ambitious species. It had been what killed them.

But they also remembered how emotional humans had been. No species before or since had felt as much or as deeply as they had.

All this is to say that what was left of the god would recognise the sound of laughter anywhere. Now, this meant a lot considering they couldn’t remember their own name.

But they did remember a little about humans, and they remembered that humans had killed them.

[cambriancruelty]

it's amazing y0u run this bl0g, pretending t0 be the victim, when y0u p0is0ned s0me0ne against his inn0cent m0irail and rightful culler, then st0le him away f0r y0ur 0wn.

CAMBRIAN: hello? Why the fuck are you on this account?

CAMBRIAN: Let’s take this message in order because there’s a lot of bullshit in this ask to wade through

CAMBRIAN: First of all,“pretending to be the victim”? Have you met me? I am very aware of my generalised awfulness. I make no pretence on that matter. And I don’t post about this situation at all, because you’re not important enough to be anything but a footnote, so this opening is pathetic and inaccurate.

CAMBRIAN: Now as for your next point, if you are who I think you are, it is one of my grandest regrets that I didn’t go to the effort of “poisoning” your victim against you. Maybe he would’ve gotten away sooner. Unfortunately for everyone involved, it took a bit longer, since he took a little time to realise you were a fucking monster and a creep and put a bullet between your eyes about it. Once again, you betray lack of understanding of what actually happened, and also come across as rather a whiny little bitch.

CAMBRIAN: On the subject of your supposed “innocence”, you manipulated and hurt someone I value an incredible amount, and tormented him in a way that’s left lasting psychological scarring. Furthermore, you did everything you were accused of! None of it was untrue, you just didn’t want him to resist you. Your hands are not clean, no matter how much you pretend. You were a predator and a monster and I am glad you were put down like the rabid dog you are, now stop your yapping about it and go back to rotting alone in a dream bubble for eternity. Or better yet, do all of us a favour and curl up and double-die. I’m not going to write up a proper refutation of this one. Go fuck yourself

CAMBRIAN: And finally, on the topic of stealing him, you’re a fucking idiot. I have not stolen him for myself. He is his own, a wonderful person with his own interests and life and skills, none of which you get to see. He allows me and several other people the privilege of knowing him, a thing I am grateful for to this day, but he belongs to himself, utterly and entirely. He has gotten to live past the things you’ve done, built a life for himself. And you will never get to know the person he’s become, because you were nothing but a monster who controlled him for your own sadistic whims, and now he’s gotten away from your influence and is surrounded by people who actually care about him.

CAMBRIAN: this ask was idiotic, arrogant and not even accurate. You have an eternity of your pathetic and monstrous soul withering away ahead of you, use it to write a better one maybe? Or just grow up and accept that you lost, you tried to control and manipulate someone and he (deservedly) killed you for it.

CAMBRIAN: tell me, did it hurt when you died? I hope so. I hope it was agony, I hope the shot wasn’t clean and you bled out. I hope you know the worst pain imaginable, so that when I finally get my fucking hands on you I can match it. You hurt someone I cherish, and if you so much as try to crawl your pathetic corpse back into his or any of our lives, I guarantee I’ll find for you a fate worse than you can imagine.

CAMBRIAN: In short:

GET THE FUCK OFF MY BLOG AND DIE IN A HOLE YOU BITCH ASS WHORE

CAMBRIAN: :) (:

[binalis]

𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭 & 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧

As a child, I loved playing with dandelions. I made wishes before blowing their puffy seeds and watching them float away on the breeze. Like if they would carry my wishes to the heavens. As an adult, I still appreciate this little but fascinating gift of nature and I smile when I see them. Although I’ve learned what a pain they can be in the garden, I never spray them with weed killer. In fact (when I had a lawn) I don’t even dig them out of the lawn. Dandelions are not just a weed. They are a beautiful, useful, and versatile flower. Here’s how I believe that dandelion is my favorite plant.

Once upon a time, dandelions were a beloved flower and considered a normal part of a healthy lawn. Then we invented chemical herbicides. Because chemical weed killers also kill dandelions and other wildflowers that you may find in an untreated lawn, the producers of weed killers spent a lot of time marketing a new concept of a healthy lawn, that is, one with nothing but plain green grass.

Moreover, it is one of the first spring foods for bees. I also came to know that the entire dandelion plant is edible. Dandelion plants are full of nutrients.

Dandelions are also often considered to have medicinal qualities. Studies on animals show that dandelion may help normalize blood sugar levels and lower total cholesterol. It is also a well documented appetite stimulant. Consumption of this weed has even been linked to improved digestion.

Dandelions have deep roots which is what makes them so hard to remove but this also leads to many benefits for the soil. The deep roots break up densely packed soils allowing for more water and air flow, which is healthy for soil ecosystems. These roots also bring up nutrients to the surface, benefiting plants like tomatoes which have shallower roots. Even the shoots you do pull up can be useful to your garden. The leaves of the dandelions are nutrient rich and can make great compost or mulch for your lawn and garden.

But that is just the tip of ice berg. Let me explain why I like dandelions the most.

To me, dandelions remind me of the beauty, determination, and wild strength of nature. Have you ever walked down a street and noticed a small bump in the tarmac each day you walk past that bump, and it seems to get slightly bigger? You probably ignore it.

Then one day, you notice a small delicate flower has popped up. It has pushed its way through the tarmac. Finally, its bright yellow flower and gloriously green leaves reach the sun, surrounded by a desert of tarmac. I imagine it shouting out, "Hello world. I'm here!” Dandelions and nature, in general, remind me of several of the things we need to manage our wellbeing effectively. It's also helpful to remember that nature won't be rushed, and may be we don't have to rush to our destination and miss the journey in the process. Life, after all, is about the journey, not the destination.

In my example, we can see that the dandelion is nothing if determined. Despite the best effort of the tarmac, the hardcore underneath, the trampling feet above, it is determined to push through and reach the surface. So sometimes, we, too, need to be determined to keep trying and not give up.

Einstein well said

"Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better."

It has also shown resilience. It didn't give up. Through grit and determination, it kept on growing. It could have given up. It could have thought, what's the point? But it didn't. It had life, and it fought to grow for the chance to flourish and thrive. Again, this is something we have to do. At times of struggle, we must dig deep, get back up when we fall, keep putting one foot in front of the other. But as long as there is life, there is hope; And if there is hope, there is growth.

The dandelion, and nature in general, also reminds us that life is a marathon, not a sprint. When you watch things grow, you will notice you don't see much. Growth occurs through consistent small, slow steps. Nature doesn't rush, it can't be rushed, but it gets everything done.

As dandelions provide insects with food and shelter, and in turn, they pollinate its flowers. Our world, our survival and our well being depend on our connectedness with each other and nature. Being mindful of nature can help us remember this interconnectivity and how our actions impact others and vice versa. Remember the saying

"If you want to travel fast, go alone. If you're going to travel far, go together."

Returning finally to dandelions, there is one final reason I love Dandelions. No matter how hard we try to eradicate dandelions from the face of Earth, they still show up. Occasionally, we have to accept those things that cause us distress. Indeed, sometimes that's the only path that stops them from hurting us.

We can use my love of dandelions to illustrate one final point; we can see the same things in different ways. Some find dandelions a frustrating weed but I see them as inspirational flowers. All of us are different, and all of us have our own unique problems and struggles that might not be so challenging to others. Being aware of this can also help us be less judgemental when others are struggling and too ourselves. Your struggles are not invalid because others do not share them, and vice versa.

Next time you see a dandelion, don’t think of an invasive weed that must be nuked. Instead think of the gifts of nature, pretty flowers, food source, inspiration. Whatever you do, enjoy, don’t destroy!

[peoplecallmelucifer]

Nightmares

"A knife" Samuel said leaving the table silent for a moment

The silence was broken by a howling laugh of an Attra Space marine sitting next to him

"You can't be serious" they said  as they slightly composed them

"Oh I'm dead serious La" Samuel retorted

LaKarVah  still had a smile on their face but they was obviously contemplating the humans answer

As the table went quiet again a Tool named Shield-3007 spoke.

[Human Samuel James Macintosh. Your answer is illogical. please explain the reasoning]

Samuel downed his drink.

"I will but ya'll aren't gonna like it. Then again we're all soldiers so I guess you might actually understand"

His entire squad and a few neighboring tables leaned in to listen the Human explain his pick.

"EMP's, nukes, bio weapons, plasma lances are all horrible weapons and what they do to their victims is Despicable." Samuel said coldly "But knives..." He paused.

"First and foremost they are silent, completely silent."

"So are puls-laser canons" a centaur like alien from a neighboring table interjected

"True, but there is more to knives. Two things that makes them the weapon of nightmares" Sam continued, his face going dark

"First is that to use it you need to get close enough. so you have to be ready to be surrounded by all sides and at arms length, of  people who'd like nothing more but to end your existence"

This sent shivers trough spines of some of the soldiers listening in to the story

"The second is" Sam continued "you do not have the ability to distance Yourself from what you’re doing. Whether it's the look in their eyes as they go dull or the last breath they let out You're gonna see it.

And you're gonna keep seeing it every night you manage to get yourself to sleep.."

At this the silence in the bar was chilling. at least until Sam chuckled "...At least that's what my Drill Sargent told us to scare new recruits"

This caused several sighs of relieve, grumbles and even some laughter. Humans were known for stories. They thrived on stories, and they sure as hell knew how to spin a good tale when they didn't have any other way out of a debate.

The group quickly settled back in their routine of chatter. Well most of them

La glanced at Shield walking out of the bar and decided to follow.

"Catching some fresh air MetalMan" they said jokingly

[LaKarVah, hello. I'm Processing information.Noise is distracting.This is more socially acceptable than turning off my audio processing unit]

"Fair enough. But now I’m curious. I rarely see you taking this long to understand something. So what's bothering you"

[Data to scarce. Samuel's claims explanation is a second or third retelling]

"Ah. Humans got you with their stories. Pay it no mind. They have a  lot of those"

[This is a known quantity. Problem in logical deduction different. My designation is Shield. I protect my unit. I heal their wound. I take care of their health]

"Yeah you are our medic ... or mechanic. I still don’t get your dilemma"

[Since day 1 of my deployment,  Samuel's Sleeping patterns irregular. Sometimes he stays awake for several cycles]

Realization dawns on The Attra marine as they whisperer under their breath "Oh."

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Gotham City Sirens Sickfic- Part 1

Just an fyi, everything is platonic!

Y/N hugged herself tighter as she trudged down the rainy streets of Gotham City. What a terrible day to get lost, especially since most of Gotham’s most dangerous criminals had just broken out of Arkham Asylum a few days prior. To make matters worse, Y/N was pretty sure she was coming down with something. She had only come outside to try to buy medicine, but almost every pharmacy was closed due to the weather. Now, several streets away from her apartment, Y/N started to shiver and cough more violently as she looked for somewhere dry to get her bearings.

“Hello?” A voice called.

Y/N turned. She saw a silhouette of what looked like a young woman carrying… a giant mallet?

Y/N hadn’t lived in Gotham very long. As a matter of fact, this was Y/N’s first week in the city, so it came as no surprise that Y/N wouldn’t immediately recognize the madwoman who called herself Harley Quinn.

“Are you okay, doll?” the voice called again.

Y/N took a minute to process it, and although she didn’t understand why, alarm bells still went off in her head. She made a run for it.

“Hey, wait!”

Y/N didn’t get very far before her body was wracked by shivers and more coughing. Y/N collapsed on the rain-soaked street. She tried to get back up but to no avail; the sickness was taking its toll on her. Y/N looked up as the woman approaching her came into view.

“Oh, you look dreadful, Honey.” The woman said.

That was the last thing Y/N heard before her eyes slipped closed and she lost consciousness.

…

When Y/N woke up, she didn’t recognize her surroundings. She was in a small bed that wasn’t hers, and there were pictures on the walls of some of Gotham’s most dangerous criminals smiling at her. Y/N sat up in bed but immediately regretted her decision, as doing so caused her head to spin and her vision to blur.

“Oh, Doll, don’t get up just yet!” A voice cried out.

The woman from before had been standing in the doorway, and she now ran over to Y/N. She gently pushed Y/N back down on the bed.

“W-Where am I?” Y/N asked.

“Aw, look at you already trying to ask questions, that’s adorable. I promise I’ll answer ‘em but first I wanna check you over. Open up.”

Y/N didn’t want to make things worse for herself, so she reluctantly opened her mouth and felt a thermometer get shoved inside. After a few moments, the thermometer started beeping loudly. The woman took the thermometer out and sighed.

“Yep, still piping hot. You’re lucky to be coherent, Honey, most people go into delirium with a fever this high.”

Y/N couldn’t contain her curiosity any longer.

“Who are you?” She blurted.

“You don’t know me?” The woman stared in wonder. “That’s a first. Most everyone around here knows me. Ah, well. You are looking at one Clown Princess of Crime: Harley Quinn. You can just call me Harley, or Doctor Harley, whatever makes you comfortable.”

Harley stood up and grabbed a glass of water from the bedside table.

“Thirsty?”

Y/N sat up and took the water gratefully. She drank the entire glass in seconds, ignoring the strange taste it left in her mouth. She gave the empty glass back to Harley, who set it back on the table.

“Now is probably a good time to tell you I slipped a little something in that.” She said cheerfully.

“What!?”

“Don’t worry about it, I know what I’m doing; it’s just medicine, it’s gonna help you get better. I know because Poison Iv- I mean, a friend, made it herself. It’s probably gonna make you drowsy though, so I wouldn’t try to get up or anything.”

Y/N was already beginning to feel the effects of the drugged water. She fell back against the pillows, unable to sit up any longer.

“That’s it, Honey, you just rest, okay?” Harley said soothingly, “we’ll talk more when you’re feeling better.”

Part 2

[bokettochild]

Violet

So y'all remember this animatic? Yeah?

I wrote a thing based off of it.

I'm not entirely sure how I fee about it, but y'all have shown how much you like my crack in the past, even if I wasn't sure about that either, so...

Here's Legend getting mistaken for a mom and pulling his brothers into a terrible impromptu acting adventure.

There are many things you do not do in Castletown.

One of those things, apparently, was taking Twilight with you, and next time he had a chance Legend was seriously considering muzzling their wolfish friend, in his shadow form or not.

He wasn’t the only one with that thought either apparently, although likely the only one who was thinking it out annoyance rather than utter and complete terror. Honestly, Twi needed to cut that protective streak of his in half, or he was going to be regretting it even more than he was going to regret this!

They’d all met thieves before, on the road, in villages, even here in Castle Town, and unfortunately Warriors’ central city was particularly full of them. The captain had explained it ages ago, something about the war displacing people and stirring up unrest with the refugees. It wasn't uncommon that someone got tired of relying on the crown for help, which, the captain had admitted sorrowfully, was rather slow in coming, despite all of Artemis’s efforts, to provide any sort of relief to the starving and displaced victims of the war. Legend had winced at that. Poor blokes, it had been similar in his own Hyrule when those trapped in the dark world emerged again, and even back in their Hylian forms, many of them had struggled to readjust to a world that had moved on in their absence.

It was little wonder than that those in the captain’s time faced the same struggle, especially after a bloody time war, but even so, it bothered him to no end that their group specifically had been the one that the idiot of a man chose to target. Honestly! They were all carrying swords for pities sakes! How did the sod even think he was going to catch a bunch of warriors unawares to steal from them?

Maybe it was because they were split.

It only made sense, after being dropped in the captain’s time, that they restock supplies. Both for practicality and to avoid suspicion, they’d divided the group into two to better run their errands, Time taking those less accustomed to bustling cities with him to gather food and potions, and Warriors leading the rest of them, those who could stand crowds at least a little bit better, to visit the blacksmith, fletcher, and tailor shops.

True to form, the captain strutted ahead with his scarf waving behind him, Wind tagging along beside him and chattering excitedly about something or other at the soldier. He and Four, however, had chosen to trail after, not for any particular reason other than both being extremely tired and maybe just a bit emotional.

In his own case, he hadn’t slept in a good sixty-three hours or so, and combining that with the stress of wandering around in an unknown place, he was a little more sensitive than usual and a bit put out as a result. Similarly, Four was fighting off his usual headache from their sudden switch, and ever since they’d pulled themselves out of the alleyway Hylia dumped them in, the shortest hero had worn his hood pulled over his eyes, mumbling softly under his breath in a way that was, unfortunately, unnerving Legend further and making him want, very much, to beg the other to stop.

That wasn’t an option of course, so he did something he hated almost as much as the saunter Warriors was using to get down the road.

He made small talk.

It helped, surprisingly, and while the four of them had run their errands, he chattered amiably with the smithy, who’d been willing to talk as long as he didn’t have to think too much on things. Legend could agree with that, and the two had spent the last half hour discussing if Four’s tunic really was red, green, blue and violet, as the smithy claimed, or red, green, blue and purple as Legend thought it was.

“It’s violet.” Four huffed, pushing the last bundle of arrows into his pack as they departed from the smithy’s shop and made their way back to the fountain at the center of town, where they'd agreed to meet with Time and the others.

“But it’s not!” He insisted, shifting the bundle of fabric in his arms and meeting the smithy’s gaze. “Violet is softer, duskier, a bit closer to grey or blue. That’s purple, plain as day!”

Warriors and Wind, for once, didn’t say anything, only exchanging grins every so often that the other two ignored.

Talking with Four was surprisingly pleasant, and ridiculously easy in comparison to talking with the others. For one thing, neither had to look too very far up or down to see the other, and as they’d found since their first dinner at the ranch, it was easy to say a lot with just a look. Subtle communication also went a long way further with the smithy than with anyone else, and it was a relief not to have to explain everything for once. Additionally, Four also liked reading, and unlike with most of their other brothers, they could actually have intelligent conversations with each other.

Not that that’s what they were doing when they’d trailed after the other two towards the fountain, but when they heard the snarl and resulting scream, the look the two heroes shared had carried as many words as a full two-hour lecture, while all at once conveying a single thought.

Oh boy, what did Twilight do this time?

What Twilight had done, he found out later, was spring a thief who had attempted to snatch the Sheikah Slate from Wild, who’d been a bit busy trying to calm his anxiety to really notice that one of the humans pressing close all around him was actually trying to steal it. That, naturally, was all well and good. The problem was the way Twilight had chosen to handle it and Legend swore there were days that Twilight forgot what form he was in; rather than pushing the thief away or grabbing ahold of them and confronting them, the gracious rancher had chosen to fling his entire body weight at the man and bite his arm.

Of course, that was only what Legend found out later, what he saw when the four of them managed to peek through the crowd, was Twilight standing there in full sight of the entire market with blood on his teeth and a man screaming in pain and terror at his feet.

Bravo, Rancher, bravo.

“Oof.” Wind winced. “That’s not good.”

“Shit.” Warriors swore, glancing around nervously and ripping his scarf off to hide in his pack.

Realization sprung on the vet like Twilight had the poor thief; Warriors was the hero here. If anyone noticed him, or any of the knightlier looking ones, they’d probably try and have them arrest Twilight. That was all well and good of course, as it would make a reasonable excuse to haul the rancher out of the way, but they’d be expected to call for help from some soldiers, and while they’d been planning on meeting with the queen while they were here, having Twilight presented to her as a feral, potentially insane, and definitely dangerous criminal was not the approach they were aiming for.

They needed a distraction, fast.

So, like the reasonable and totally mentally secure Hylian that he was, Legend shouted the first thing that came to his mind. “Violet!”

His three companions stared at him, and had he been capable, he would have stared at himself, but a desperate glance Fours way had the other drawing back, nodding slowly as Legend shouted again. “Violet? Honey?”

Warriors looked at him like he’d lost his head, gripping Wind’s shoulder firmly as if worried he’d have to pull the kid back from the apparently mad veteran.

Thank Din for teaching him acting years ago, even if it was all stage performing, but he was counting on it to get him, and Twilight, out of their respective messes, even if that meant building his higher before he could escape. At any rate, he’d caught the attention of a few people with his panicked shout. Turning to the nearest Hylian that wasn’t one of his group, he gently tapped the woman’s shoulder, letting his panic and everything in general spill over into his face and voice as the woman met his gaze with a startled look.

“Ma’am, I’m looking for-” Oh Four was going to hate this. “-My child, Violet. Have you seen a blonde Hylian child, so tall?” He lowered his hand to approximately where Four’s head would reach. “I’ve been looking everywhere!” He forced a fake sob into his voice, glancing from the woman to the surrounding crowd, and Warriors and Wind in its midst.

Wind was stifling a laugh behind his hand while Warriors stared in utter shock.

“Oh my,” The woman touched her cheek, clucking lightly and patting Legend’s hand in a consoling manner. “You poor dear! I haven’t seen a thing but just give me one moment.” The burly housewife turned, still patting Legend’s hand gently as she murmured something to the women behind her, before turning back to Legend with a sorry expression. “None of my friends have seen your little one, dear. But-” The woman turned and, with all the force and volume of a cow, hollered at the top of her lungs to the crowd as a whole. “Hello? Yes, this woman is looking for her daughter!”

Woman?!?!?!

“Her name is Violet! She’s-” The woman blinked, looking to Legend with a worried look as several other market goers turned to stare, many of them women with looks of pity and understanding that was making him wish he’d stayed silent. Fortunately, his ruse had startled them out of staring at the sight of a mauled thief as worry for a poor young mother and her lost daughter took its place. “She’s how old?”

Legend fought the protest of female pronouns, both on Four’s part and his own, but only in his head. Outwardly however, he covered his face with the hand not being smashed by the farm-wife's own. “She’s four.” Shoot him, he was saying whatever came to mind because he was panicked, alright?

A snort could be heard behind him, earning disapproving looks from the crowd that soon shifted to pity as Wind too joined the act, turning his snort into pitiful sniffling as he clung to Warriors’ hand, looking for all the world like a child who’d been to the market too long and wanted to go home, but was also panicking at the loss of their sibling. “Have you all seen my sister?” The sailor blubbered softly, actual tears spilling down his face as he pouted, expression making his act so believable that no one even questioned his height. As if to make the act more convincing, Warriors wrapped an arm around the kid’s shoulder, his own face stiffening into something that could either be gas or worry, Legend was a bit on the fence.

“What’s going on here?” Legend wished that was Time stalking towards them in full armor, but it wasn’t, it was a Hylian Soldier, staring at the crowd with a grim frown on his face as he turned to Legend, standing in its center.

Oh well, those who crack under a tough audience get tomatoes to the face; he just hoped Wars would keep playing along. “My daughter,” He sobbed into his hand, pulling the other free from the housewife to properly cover his face. “She- My baby- I can’t find her anywhere, Sir!” Later, Warriors would begrudgingly admit that the look Legend shot the soldier was enough to break any heart as the vet stepped forwards, grabbing hold of the man’s arm with all the desperation of a worried mother. “Please tell me, have you seen a little girl? She’s in her favorite dress, the colors of the goddesses, red, green and blue?” He motioned down at his own tunic, skirt, whatever one would call it. “There’s a violet corner too, I made it for her myself- oh my poor baby! I can’t seem to find her anywhere!”

The grizzled soldier quickly melted under the power of tearful violet eyes, and he too gently patted Legend’s hands as if he thought it would do any good. “I’ll have my men look for her right away, ma’am. How old would you say she is?

“She’s four.” He reaffirmed. Might as well stick to his original story.

“So tall?” The farm-wife motioned, hands lowering a bit more than Legend’s had, but the woman was trying to help, so he couldn’t really be upset with her for getting it wrong. At this point though, he was a bit worried about where Four actually was, because he’d expected the shorter hero to make an appearance sooner rather than later so the act could end.

“Right.” The man nodded, pulling himself loose as Legend brought his hands to clasp in front of his chest in an imitation of the maids he’d seen worrying about the halls when Fable went missing. “We’ll do everything in our power to find your little one, madame, you have my word.” The soldier bowed, kissing the back of the vet’s hand graciously before moving back into the crowd and snapping orders at the soldiers stationed around the market.

People buzzed by, spreading the word of ‘little Violet’s’ disappearance as Warriors and Wind pushed forwards to where Legend stood.

“Really, vet?” Warriors murmured lowly.

“I panicked.” He admitted softly, as to avoid anyone noticing as he wrung his hands. “But seriously, where is ‘’Violet’? I thought he’d have appeared before it became a big thing.”

The captain frowned, settling a hand on his shoulder carefully and standing on his toes to look over the crowd as Wind giggled at the scowling veteran. The minute he shot a look down at the sailor though, the kid had picked up his role as smoothly as if he’d never dropped it. “I’m worried, mom.” Wind blinked past fake tears, and had he not needed to remain in character, Legend would have scowled and flicked the kid’s nose for the tease.

“I am too, honey.” He sighed instead, ruffling the sailor’s curls and looking over to where the others had been. Time and the others had disappeared into the crowd again, likely trying to keep a low profile and laughing their asses off at Legend’s expense while Time and Sky scolded Twilight.

“Mama?” A small voice called out, and the crowd, and he meant the whole crowd, the whole freaking crowd of several hundred people, froze as a small face peeked out from an alleyway, the smithy’s hand coming up to rub at his shimmering purple eyes with a sniff. “Mama?”

“Violet!” All three heroes surged forwards, Legend sinking to his knees and wrapping Four in a hug, taking the opportunity when his face was hidden from the crowd to scowl. “About time you showed up.” Aloud for the crowd however, he let sobs pitch his voice hysterically. “Oh honey, you can’t run off on mama like that! I was worried sick!”

And as if to put the icing on the cake of shame, one of the men in the crowd smiled softly, patting Warriors’ back with a friendly smile. “Your wife is quite the caring mother, isn’t she? Ah, you’re a lucky man, Mr.”

Legend forced himself to not blow their cover, no matter how little they now needed it with the others safely out of sight. Breaking character meant causing drama that they didn’t need. ‘Violet’ had been found, the cute little family would depart, people would calm. But if the worried mother turned out to be a screaming teenage boy and the lost daughter to be a smithy apprentice with a height problem, people would likely riot. So instead of turning around and giving the man a piece of his mind, he pushed forwards, hefting Four in his arms (the smithy sank into him with a sigh that couldn’t have been faked) letting the smaller hero nestle against him, hood hiding the smithy’s face from view as he pulled them both up, adjusting his arms so as to not drop the other.

Man, he was glad he’d put on power bracelets today.

“She is indeed.” Warriors forced out, a strained smile on his face as he settled his hand on Legend’s waist, stiff, cold and incredibly awkward. “We’d probably better head off, dear.” If the captain smiled any harder, he’d break his teeth. “Or the inns will all be full.”

It should have ended there, it should have. Legend was so ready for it to end (although Four was warm and a calming presence as the smithy began to doze against his chest), but because fate loved to mess with him, it didn’t.

“You’re looking for a place to stay the night?” The Man-Who-Needed-To-Be-Kicked cocked a brow. “I run an inn here, just across the square. I’m sure we can find a lovely little family like yourselves a place to rest, you and our wife must be exhausted after such worry!”

Warriors, sages curse and bless him, nodded along stiffly, gently pulling him along by is waist after the Blasted-Innkeeper-Who-Would-Be-Kicked as the man chattered about family discounts and free dinner. Legend’s shoulders only lowered when a free trip to the bath house was also thrown in ‘complimentarily’.

He regretted it when someone pointed him to the ladies’ side of the bath-house (think heavens it was empty that early), and he was about ready to strangle something or someone when the others joined them inside, stuck with a regularly priced room, and the smithy and vet both were bombarded with teases as Warriors sat looking utterly and completely disgusted.

“They thought we were married....”

Legend groaned, flopping over on the other side of the bed with a grimace. “Gross, right?”

“Yeah.”

"We’re forgetting this ever happened, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

Regardless, no one ever let them forget it happened.

Legend was buying Twilight a muzzle, and he was pretty sure Wars would be willing to help.

[tennessoui]

kuwsk 🥺👉👈 love you 🫰🏽

hello hello!!! here is 835 words of KUWSK that i wrote in the last 30 minutes. no spoilers for the kenobi show, as KUWSK could not be further separated from the kenobi show, but if you've seen the kenobi show then you'll definitely be able to see what i was imagining while writing this lol.

Early June, half a year (six months, three weeks and one day, if you ask Anakin) after they get together

“Obi,” Leia says, reaching up to tug at his pants leg. Obi-Wan hums to show that he’s listening, even if he really isn’t. He’s trying to decide which of these blown glass pieces will look better in their kitchen window. One depicts a soft sunrise, pink and yellow and green. The other is a beach landscape, darker blues and swaths of orange.

Objectively, the sunrise would be much prettier, and since the kitchen is west-facing, it would throw a beautiful blanket of light over the countertops while (usually) Anakin prepared dinner, which the man would surely be delighted by.

Subjectively, of course, Obi-Wan has spent the last two months trying to subtly hint to Anakin that he would like to go to the beach this summer, and frankly, they’re running out of time. Anakin sometimes needs things laid out for him to understand. After all, he’d needed Obi-Wan to accidentally kiss him before they started dating, even if Obi-Wan had spent several months before that trying to show him how much he loved him.

Whenever Obi-Wan brings this up, Anakin likes making noises like he’s a dying cat before he leaves the room.

But, unfortunately, he does love this man, and he thinks the play of the pink lighting will look absolutely heavenly on Anakin’s cheekbones. And if he has the sudden urge to kiss him, then he can just do it. Amazing. It’s been half a year since they got together, and it still manages to blow Obi-Wan away every time he remembers Anakin is willingly allowing him to call him his for now.

Perhaps he should just tell Anakin about the desire for a beach trip.

“Obi,” Leia says, more insistently, tugging harder on his pants, and Obi-Wan tears his gaze away from the glass to check on her.

“Yes, Leia love?” he asks, when their eyes make contact. 

“I haven’t seen daddy in ages,” she reports, stepping closer to him.

“Your daddy’s over by the tent with all the maps last time I checked,” he tells her, running a quick hand over the top of her head. Anakin and Luke had been fascinated with the selection of maps and compasses and star charts, stopping in the middle of the pathway and cutting through another row to get a closer look, as if Obi-Wan did not make and share the perfect, most efficient plan for walking through this crafts fair without missing a single tent.

That had been roughly fifteen minutes ago probably. Obi-Wan, who’d sort of hated looking at Anakin and the kids surrounded by stuff that could be used to make leaving him easier, had wandered away from the tent to the one adjacent to it, the glassblowers. Leia, who has been going through a phase where she’d choose her Obi for anything over anyone else in the entire world, had followed him.

“He’s not anymore,” Leia says. “He left.”

Obi-Wan blinks and carefully puts the glass back onto the table. The craftsman looks disappointed, but it’s not like Obi-Wan isn’t going to buy one of the pieces he’s just spent ten minutes putting his fingerprints all over. He cranes his head out the tent to look across the way into the map tent.

No Anakin.

Alright. That’s fine. That’s great. He can’t see Luke either, which must mean that Luke is with Anakin, which is the best place for him to be. They probably went to the bathroom. Or to the foodstall selling kettlecorn that Luke had been dying to try. Or back to the car so they could drop off all the maps they’d bought before Obi-Wan could see.

“Did they…leave?” Leia asks, little hand tightening its grip on his pants.

Obi-Wan turns to look at her, and then over to the craftsman. The glass can wait until after they’ve located Anakin. And he will get the beach one, he’s just decided. He leans down so that Leia can easily hop into his arms. He makes sure that she’s secure the way she likes to be—both arms wrapped tightly around his neck and one leg dangling down—before he moves out of the tent.

“Don’t be silly, darling,” he tells her. “They’d never leave you. Let’s go find your brother and your daddy.”

“Maybe the map people can help us,” Leia suggests seriously with wide eyes.

Even though Obi-Wan can feel the beginnings of real anxiety stirring in his chest—his phone’s been dead for an hour now because Anakin had rolled over its charger in his sleep and unplugged it—he has to bite back a chuckle at this. “Do you suppose they have a map they can sell us to find your daddy?” he asks, trying to mimic her serious tone.

“No, Obi,” Leia says. She sounds like she’d be rolling her eyes if she were a few years older. “They might be able to tell us where they went.”

[everafterfics]

Not Invisible To Me [Viktor x Reader]

Just needed to write a quick comfort thing the other day when I was feeling down so here’s this. Written for before Act 1 of the show

Synopsis: Viktor comforts you when you’re feeling lonely

Warnings: None!

So much chatter for what was supposed to be a quiet library. Most of it came from the table you currently resided at with several of your friends. You weren’t paying much attention to their idle gossip. You knew it had something to do with a mutual friend of yours, one that you liked ,but given the current conversation the others did not. Not that it even mattered if you participated or not, none of them would notice or even pay you much of any mind. Although they were your friends and you had many moments of fun with them, you still often felt like an outsider. Alone yet surrounded by people. Invisible amongst the close connections they had that you seemed to miss out on when your little group was formed.

One of your friends must have said something funny because suddenly everyone was laughing. You didn’t catch what was said but laughed so you didn’t feel quite as left out. The smile on your face couldn’t be any faker if you tried. It slowly faded as they continued to talk. Nothing felt quite as bad as being lonely amongst a group.

Clink! Clink!

A familiar clinking sound of a cane tapping against the ground drew your attention. You turned your head to see your friend Viktor heading towards a seat at a nearby table, a large book tucked under his arm. You couldn’t help but feel like Viktor would be better company than the present one.

You had met Viktor at a soirée that was held by Piltovers council. You had been there because you had been personally invited by Professor Heimerdinger for being top of your class. “It’s a chance for the most promising minds in Piltover to mingle and network” he had said. Viktor was there due to being Heimerdingers assistant. The two of you ended up bonding over your shared disinterest in parties and you became quick friends.

You must have been staring at him for awhile because your name was suddenly called out by one of your friends. Quickly the entire group turned to making fun of you. They were small and harmless jokes about you liking him. Them telling you to stop being a “little bitch” and to go talk to him. The couple of your friends that knew of Viktor due to being in your major even made small comments about your taste in men based on him. This sort of thing wasn’t uncommon in your friend group. You’d always give each other a hard time just for laughs. That didn’t mean you always enjoyed it though.

You joked about him just being a friend and that you didn’t have a crush on him. That was a lie, but one you felt that you had to tell to get the pressure off of you. The table was filled with a chorus of “boo!”s and “you’re no fun”s before your friends all returned to their idle gossip.

You sat and listened to them again, but the lonely feeling in your heart continued to grow ever larger with each passing minute. You couldn’t stand it anymore!

You glanced to the side to confirm that Viktor was still in the library. When your confirmation was correct you quietly grabbed your books and delicately slipped out of your chair.

“Oh you’re leaving?” Asked one of your friends.

‘Shit. Of course they’d pay attention to me now’ you thought. “Yeah. I have some studying to do.”

“Ok, bye!” “Good luck!” “Have fun!” Your friends voices blended together in a mesh of goodbyes. You slowly walked towards the library exit, but made a U-turn once you were sure your friends weren’t looking. You snuck over to the table Viktor was sitting at.

“Hello Viktor.” You greeted in a hushed tone.

He glanced up at you with his sparkling golden eyes. “Oh, hello Y/N. How are you?”

“I’m fine. May I sit with you?” You gestured to the chair across from him.

“Of course.” He nodded at you. You pulled out the chair and took a seat. Viktor closed his book and placed it to the side of the table. “Although I don’t understand what made you leave your boisterous friends to come and sit with me.”

“They’re… a special kind of group. It’s hard to stay with them for too long without getting overwhelmed. Don’t get me wrong though, they’re still good friends.” You tried your best to be a vague as possible.

“Hmmm. “Special” is an interesting way to describe that situation.”

You leaned a bit closer. His comment had you confused. “What do you mean?”

“Ehh just that I saw you when I came in. You didn’t look terribly interested or involved in whatever was happening at that table.”

“It was just gossiping. I’m not a huge fan of it but sometimes it’s entertaining to hear about.” You glanced towards the table they were still talking at. A twinge of pain caught in your heart to know that they didn’t even notice you had come over here instead of leaving. Sure you tried hard to make it that way, but you sort of hoped they did notice you. To prove that you weren’t invisible to them as soon as you left. Viktor caught the small change in your expression.

“Is everything alright?” He asked.

You drew your attention back towards him and gave a soft smile. “Oh yeah, I’m fine.”

Viktor tapped his long fingers slowly and rhythmically on the table. He let out a small hum in thought. You soon found yourself tapping your fingers on the edge of the table as well, but you were more sporadic. All 10 fingers quickly tapping while Viktor stared you down. It was positively nerve racking the way he could clearly see that something was wrong. Your smile faded and you averted your eyes. That was when Viktor spoke again. “Why don’t we take a walk?”

Your fingers stopped moving and your gaze shot back towards him. “A walk?”

“Yes. The academy looks lovely this time of year. And perhaps it will get your mind off of whatever is bothering you that you clearly don’t wish to share with me.”

You sighed and smiled at Viktor. “A walk sounds nice.” You and Viktor both stood up and walked side by side towards the exit to the library. You spared one final glance back at your friends. They were still deep into their conversation and didn’t spare a passing glance towards any other sounds in the library.

The sun was shining brightly on this autumn afternoon. Viktor was right that the academy looked beautiful amongst the changing leaves. The brilliant oranges and reds complimented Piltovers own gold accents nicely. You both walked along the path towards the large fountain that graced the center of the academy. It was unusual for the fountain to be so empty at this time of day, but midterms were coming up so you supposed everyone must be busy studying.

“I don’t mean to pry, but is everything alright between you and your friends?” Viktor asked.

“Yeah. Everything’s the same as usual.” You looked ahead as you spoke. Your voice void of much emotion.

Viktor furrowed his brows. “Does your “usual” always leave you looking so upset?”

“Not always.” You wished you had chosen your words more carefully because Viktor stopped walking and stared you down intensely.

“So they do upset you. Y/N, your friends should be a support system to rely on. If they constantly make you feel bad then maybe they aren’t your real friends.”

“You don’t know them like I do Viktor. It’s just our dynamic. We all mess with each other and make jokes, that’s how our friendship works.” Your words came off harsher than expected.

Viktor didn’t back down though. “If these jokes are at the expense of your emotions then I don’t believe they are worth sticking around for.”

You started walking again, faster than before, yearning to sit down on the edge of the fountain if this was a conversation you were going to have. “It’s only when we’re all together that I sometimes end up feeling bad. When we’re one on one they are some of the best and funniest people I have ever met. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t join in on the harsh jokes either. For all I know, I may have gone too far a couple of times and just didn’t realize it.”

Viktor struggled to keep up with your increased pace. “Y/N, I’m not trying to get you to leave your friends. You understand that right?”

You finally reached the fountain and sat down with a large sigh. “I understand Viktor. I’m sorry if my words came out a bit harshly. I just don’t want you to worry about me. Really, it’s not a big deal.”

Viktor sat beside you, a bit closer than anticipated. “It’s alright. Unfortunately I can’t help but worry, I don’t like seeing you upset.”

You blushed at his words. You couldn’t help but wonder if they held a deeper meaning? You decided to change the subject instead of dwelling on that thought. “You did have a point though, that sometimes the jokes are a bit too much. That’s not really why I was upset though.” You stared at the water in the fountain, running a fingertip along the surface and watching the ripples form beneath it. You wanted to tell Viktor, but you also wanted him to ask you about it. You were desperate to know that he was truly interested in what you had to say.

“Then what did upset you?” You looked back to him. His golden eyes pierced your heart, they looked so gently at you.

Your lips quivered before you spoke. “They made me feel invisible. And I know it wasn’t completely on purpose. I’m just the quiet one that tends to be forgotten about in conversations, or ignored when I try to speak because there’s always someone just a bit louder than I am.”

Viktor hesitantly placed his hand over your own. “It shouldn’t be that way. Just because you’re quiet doesn’t mean you don’t have anything to say. And it certainly doesn’t mean you should be ignored.”

You start to tear up at his words. “It’s just so hard to tell them how I feel. I hate being so vulnerable.” When you noticed the tears running down your face you quickly wiped them off. “Gosh, I’m sorry. I didn’t expect to start crying.”

“There’s no need to apologize. It must be hard to admit such things. But Y/N, know that you will never be invisible to me.”

In a flurry of emotions you quickly wrapped your arms around Viktors torso and hugged him tightly. The action caught him off guard but he slowly lowered his arms around you. You continued to cry into his chest as he slowly stroked your back in a calming motion.

“Thank you for listening to me.” You had your head nestled into Viktors shirt and it caused your words to come out muffled.

“You’re welcome. I will always be here if you need me.” Viktor pulled you closer to him. For a moment you swore that you heard his heart beat faster. You put the thought of him also having feelings for you in the back of your mind, something to address another day. For now you wanted to savor this moment with him, however long it may last.

[taestefully-in-luv]

The Island | KTH (Ten)

Summary: You’re just two strangers waking up in a room on a lonely island where a company in the business of love has placed you. They believe that thanks to their in depth research you two are destined soulmates. What happens when your ‘soulmate’ and you want nothing to do with each other but falling in love is the only way to leave?

Pairing: Taehyung x Female reader

Genre: strangers to lovers, very slight enemies to lovers, soulmates au, roommate au, slow burn, fluff, smut, angst, slight crack, and drama.

Word Count: 10k

Warnings: swearing, sexual tension (?) mentions of sex, public fingering, slow sex in the form of a flashback, making out, dirty talk, oral (male rec.)

Notes: Here’s chapter 10:) Next chapter is the chapter most of you are really anticipating hahah sorry it isn’t this one! But I hope you enjoy nonetheless. Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist, or send an ask if just want to chat about the stories!:)

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Being really fucking nervous is actually the understatement of the century. You wish there was a better word to describe how you feel. Afraid, concerned, on edge, hesitant, jittery, jumpy, shy, tense, uneasy…you get the point. Meeting Taehyung’s parents is already a nerve wracking experience but in this situation it is even worse—you are the reason their son went into a major fucking depression for 6 months.

Taehyung has a big smile on his face though…he looks genuinely excited and not the least bit concerned. You on the other hand feel sick to your stomach, you feel like you have to gulp down literal puke every five minutes…or maybe every five seconds. Your hands are pooling with a gross amount of sweat and your stomach keeps twisting and turning.

“And my mom makes little sandwiches for us, like all the time.” Taehyung grins, he squeezes your hand in his as you two approach his parents’ house. “You ready?”

You feel the anxiety build, making you nauseas all over again.

“Sure.” You swallow down your nerves, looking up at Taehyung with worried eyes. His smile begins to fade as he observes you, he exhales a deep breath and lets go of your hand.

“Try to relax.” His hand goes to your hair, his fingers playing with it. “I wouldn’t bring you here if I thought it was going to go all wrong.” He says softly. “You have to trust me, remember?”

“Right…” you nod your head slowly. “You wouldn’t bring me to a place that people would hate me, right…” you wipe your hands on your jeans.

“y/n…” Taehyung reaches for your hand again, he intertwines his fingers with yours. “They don’t blame you.” He says under his breath. “I’m a grown ass man, I let myself go. Not you.”

“You can’t really be that naïve, Taehyung?” You breathe out, “At least one person blames me, that knows that I didn’t reach out to you—”

“I said to trust me, didn’t I?” Taehyung snaps, but he keeps his voice low. “I talked to my parents about bringing you over and they want to meet the girl from the photos. They rooted for us the entire time.” He tries to offer you a smile but you keep the frown that pulls down your lips.

“Why would they root for us…they don’t even know me.” You say quietly and Taehyung suddenly pulls you close, hugging you.

“Because they saw how happy we looked together. You saw the photos, right? You have to admit we make a cute couple.” He teases, holding you close.

“C-Couple…are we a couple?” you pull away from him slightly, you look into his dark eyes and give him a look that urges him to answer you.

“You’re asking if I’m like, your boyfriend?” he tilts his head, then he is pulling you back in, hugging you tightly. “I guess we really haven’t had that discussion yet.”

“Taehyung—”

“I want you to be my girlfriend. Will you?” He speaks lowly, his baritone voice vibrating his chest as your head is pushed up against it. “Can I introduce you as my girlfriend?” he sort of repeats and you feel your heart skip a beat—several in fact.

“You…you want me to be your girlfriend? But you won’t even kiss me?” you mumble into his chest.

Taehyung sighs out, he’s tired. Really tired of this same conversation. But he tries to be understanding of you and holds you even tighter.

“Remember we are taking it slow,” he reminds you. “But I’m yours. And you’re mine. So of course we are a couple. I’m your boyfriend…you’re my girlfriend.” He spells it out for you, “And that’s how we will introduce the other.”

You pull back from Taehyung and look into his eyes, his dark, beautiful eyes. You take a moment to let your eyes linger on his. They’re brown. But so much prettier than any other brown you’ve seen, they’re deeper. Like they hold so much mystery. You see the season of Autumn in his eyes. Like summer just ended, like the warmth of the sun still lingers. They’re the kind of eyes you can get lost in. Like you are doing right now.

“I’ll be your girlfriend.” You mumble shyly and Taehyung’s hands find your waist.

“You’re cute.” He states, “Too cute for me.” He squeezes your waist and you slowly close your eyes at how good it feels to have his hands on you.

“Don’t do that.” Taehyung warns. “I know that look.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” You say with your eyes still closed, his hands now lowering themselves to your hips.

“I know what you look like when you want to get fucked y/n.” he starts to massage your hips and you can’t help but let a small, small moan leave your lips.

“Fuck…” Taehyung releases a shaky breath as he watches you get worked up. “Will this relax you?” he asks, his voice low. “If I get you off?”

“W-What do you mean?” your eyes shoot open, “We’re outside your parents’ house.”

“And?” he raises a brow, his hand going to the button of your jeans, he unbuttons it with one hand. “There’s hardly anyone around here.” He slides down the zipper and you begin to frantically shake your head, trying to stop him. But you fail miserably. Apparently shaking your head wasn’t enough.

“Tae…there’s people walking.”

“Barely.” He looks around his surroundings. “You’re going to come all over my fingers, okay?”

Your eyes dart all around you but he’s right, the people are kind of far and not paying attention to you.

“Okay…” you agree breathlessly. Taehyung slips his long fingers into your pants, sliding beneath your panties and going straight for where your needy ass self wants him most. With his free hand, Taehyung pushes you against the gate of his parents’ house and covers you with his body. His fingers find your clit and he starts to rub slowly, trying to get you wetter. This goes on a for a minute or two before you are soaking his fingers in your juices then he is rubbing a bit faster, making your knees buckle.

“Ah, Taehyung…” you moan out quietly. “Stay on my clit, I can come like this.” You let him know softly, your words coming out broken as you try to breathe normally.

“Okay babe.” He circles his fingers around your clit, rubbing over and over until you’re whimpering. Your eyes shoot open though when you remember you’re in public, your eyes scan the area and when you see you are alone you slam them shut and let out a longer moan.

“Be a little quieter.” Taehyung chuckles, “Don’t want my parents to come out wondering what’s going on, now do we?” he teases you, his fingers working on your bundle of nerves faster now, with added pressure making your orgasm announce its arrival.

“I’m going to—I’m going to come.” Your head falls onto his chest, and with his other hand he reaches up for the back of your head and begins massaging your scalp.

“Come for me baby. Want you nice and relaxed.”

You’re so, so close when you notice a couple of women walking past, you try so hard to keep your orgasm at bay until they leave but being in this situation somehow pushes you over the edge. You bite down on Taehyung’s shoulder as you try to stay quiet as you come all over his fingers.

“Good, good.” He rubs your back, “Relax, relax.”

You try to calm your unsteady breaths as you recover from your high, his sticky fingers leaving your heat as he pulls them out of your pants. He immediately pushes his fingers past your panting lips and orders you to lick him clean.

“Now.” He says, waiting to feel your tongue clean him up.

Then you are buttoning your jeans back up and smoothing down your clothes and your hair. You look up at Taehyung and he grins down at you.

“Feeling better?” he asks, “By the way, the answer better be yes.” His fingers tilt your head up by the jaw, urging you to look at him more properly.

“Yes.” You say truthfully. “I just need a moment to catch my breath then we can go inside.”

“Of course.”

~

Taehyung’s parent’s house is really, really nice. Well, as far as you can tell from the outside…you two are standing outside the front door waiting to get let in. You feel your nerves come back to haunt you, making you feel nauseas all over again. Before you can get too into your head, the front door is swinging open and a beautiful woman is widening her eyes at you, then she is yelling behind her in Korean and man is rushing to the door. Taehyung’s parents.

“Ummmm…” You start gathering your courage to speak to them. “Hello. My name is y/n. Nice to meet you.” You say in your broken Korean. Taehyung whips his head in your direction and looks pleasantly shocked. A wide smile makes its way on his face as he watches you trying to communicate with his parents.

“She even speaks Korean!” Taehyung’s mother claps her hands excitedly, but you literally have no idea what she said. You only know a few things, like asking where the bathroom is, random animals and colors and saying hello and goodbye. You awkwardly nod your head though and Taehyung begins explaining to them that you in fact, do not know Korean.

“Oh, it’s okay, it’s okay.” Mrs. Kim brings her hand to her mouth as she tries to hide her growing smile. “We speak a little English…but we understand more than we speak…” she admits shyly and you can’t help but nod with a small smile.

“It’s nice to meet you.” You say, holding out your hand but she walks closer and pulls you in for a hug instead. “Thank you.” Mrs. Kim mumbles in your shoulder. “Just…thank you. Thank you for coming here…”

“Mom…” Taehyung drags out in a whine.

You feel a pang in your chest once you realize what his mother means…she’s not mad at you? But rather grateful that you finally came? This makes the guilt you previously felt worsen.

“Come in, come in!” Mr. Kim chimes, “Dinner should be ready soon.”

“y/n can help me?” His mom pulls away from you, her hands still on your arms. “Right?” She asks with a sweet smile. You nod your head and follow her inside. Taehyung grins as he watches you two walk away towards the kitchen, his dad smiles knowingly towards him and pats him on the back.

“We’re making bulgogi.” She says happily, “Have you had before?” she takes the marinated meat and starts placing pieces of meat inside the pan.

“Yes, but probably not as good at yours.” You smile. Mrs. Kim nods her head like she agrees with you then hands you the tongs to place the meat in the pan yourself.

“I am really happy…” Mrs. Kim watches you cook the meat, “And very grateful. Taehyung missed you so much…it was hard seeing him so sad.”

You take a deep breath…you probably should have guessed this conversation was coming.

“But he had the courage to go find you!” She claps her hands, “We raised him nicely, didn’t we?”

“I’m sorry…” you gulp, “I—”

“No, no. Taehyung explained everything. You had the courage to come here in the end, didn’t you? Your parents must have raised you nicely as well.” She says, her hand gesturing you to flip the meat.

“I guess so…” you turn the meat over in the pan. “Taehyung is hard to say no to.”

“He is…how do you say? Charming?” She gathers the side dishes and starts placing them on the table.

“He is.” You feel a blush creep on your cheeks. “He really is.”

Suddenly, you feel her hand on your arm. You turn your head to face Mrs. Kim and she’s looking at you with pleading eyes.

“……….” She says slowly, but you have no idea what she said. You scrunch your brows and look at her with a puzzled expression.

“You’ll learn Korean, won’t you? When you do, you will remember what I said.” She then smiles for you, letting go of your arm.

“I’ll try my best.” You say honestly. “Thank you for having me here by the way.”

“Of course, we watched the two of you through photos for 8 months…you feel like family.”

~

“She’s very pretty.” Mr. Kim tells Taehyung, “But I’m worried….no….it’s fine. This will all be fine.”

“She’s beautiful.” Taehyung smiles, “And don’t be worried…everything is going to turn out the way it’s meant to.”

“The way it’s meant to, huh?” His dad grins at him, pulling him in for a side hug. “I know you will make sure of that.”

“I don’t want anyone else.” Taehyung admits between soft breaths, “She is the one for me, I know it.”

“I remember being that sure about your mom.” Mr. Kim begins to reminisce, “I still feel that way.”

“I know.” Taehyung finally hugs his father back, both of them letting go. “You will love her too, you will get to know her and realize I have every right to be in love.”

“Oh son…we already know you are in love. We saw it even through those photos.” Mr. Kim begins walking to the kitchen, “And she’s a woman in love if I’ve ever seen it.” He chuckles, “You two will be okay.”

“You think so?” Taehyung follows his dad towards the kitchen where you and his mom are.

They walk through and see the two of you setting up the table, you both look happy and Taehyung couldn’t be more pleased.

“Smells good.” Taehyung sniffs the air around him dramatically, “Did she help mom?” Taehyung winks at you and you roll your eyes playfully.

“She cooked all the meat! Next time I will get her to make the marinate.”

“I would love to learn.”

“She would love to learn! You hear that?” Taehyung comes up to you and hugs you tightly. “I will learn with you.” He whispers in your ear and places a quick kiss to your cheek. You immediately feel yourself heat up, feeling slightly embarrassed that he would show affection in front of his parents. But they don’t seem to mind, they instead smile at one another before taking a seat at the table.

“So, we want to know all about your time on the island! Happy memories.” Mrs. Kim requests sweetly. “The photos weren’t enough for storytelling.”

“Hmm.” Taehyung stuffs his face with meat, “I was so mean to her at first.” He laughs and you hit his shoulder.

“Yeah, he didn’t even want to talk to me!” you whine.

“We said happy memories!” Mr. Kim chuckles, patting his mouth with a napkin. “What was your first kiss like?”

“Oh yes! It was probably sweet and pure. I can just see it!” Mrs. Kim chirps making you blush hella hard. Your first kiss was anything but pure.

“I don’t want to stop, Tae.” You blurt out quickly. “I want to keep going.” You flutter your eyelashes at him, “Please.” His eyes widen.

Taehyung’s hands grip at your waist and leans in again, kissing you once more. His lips find yours in desperation this time, he moves his lips against yours messily yet perfectly. His hands slide down just a bit until they’re gripping your hips, he gives them a squeeze and you squeal. So he squeezes your hips again until you’re whimpering in his mouth. He takes advantage of your parted lips, taking this opportunity to lick past them and feel your tongue with his. He presses his mouth against yours harder as your hands run down his broad chest.

You begin exploring his front side, your hands gliding from his chest to his stomach. He groans when you slide your hands down with added pressure to his lower stomach, he feels himself tense as he continues to kiss you. His tongue swirls against yours as your kissing becomes more heated and more sloppy. He wants to explore your front too, god, he wants to feel your tits in his hands so bad. So he slides his hands up until he’s groping you, your breasts being squeezed passionately by his large hands. You groan when his thumb finds your nipple through the material of your shirt and thin bra, he’s rubbing it over and over and you roll your eyes back.

“It was very sweet. Very pure.” Taehyung comments nonchalantly, sticking another piece of meat in his mouth.

“Yes, very.” You repeat with a giggle. “The island holds some very precious memories for me.” You begin, “Taehyung really became someone special, someone precious. He felt like the first real friend I had in a long, long time.”

“What are you friends like at home?” Mr. Kim asks and you feel yourself grow a little smaller, but it isn’t as bad as it used to be, you can admit.

“I don’t really have many…most of my friends were from my old job but that place was…toxic. I’m glad it’s behind me.” You say honestly. “I work a new job now and everyone seems really nice, I look forward to making new friends.”

“We hear you have an older sister! That must be nice!” Mrs. Kim reaches for a side dish, piles some on her plate. “And your parents must be so happy to have you home.”

“Ah, Ellie. She’s great.” You take a sip of your water, “She really takes care of me. And my parents were a little sad I finally moved back out and back to the city. But they’re also happy I am moving forward with my life.”

“How do they feel about you coming to Korea?”

“My mom isn’t the most supportive…but dad and Ellie are.”

“Why isn’t your mom—”

“Anyway,” Taehyung cuts off his mother, “y/n is excited about her new job and making new friends.

“Well, she can always make new friends here.” Taehyung’s mother gives both of you a knowing look. “The boys will surely like her.”

“Well, yeah…” Taehyung gets out awkwardly. “But she’s only here for a few weeks.”

“But eventually she will—”

“Mom.” Taehyung warns. “Not now.”

“Fine, fine! Anyway I prepared your photos from the island, should we show you our favorites?” She says excitedly. “There is one in particular that really just…oh my, let me just show you!” She stands from her chair and walks towards one of the counters, picking up a pile of photos.

“This one. This one is my favorite.”

It’s of you and Taehyung on the couch, you’re both laughing, leaning into one another spaces. Taehyung has got his hand on your upper thigh and your head is leaning into his chest. It looks like you two are so happy. Like you two never want to leave the island. And at the point you’re sure you never did.

“I like it too.” You say quietly. “We look so happy.”

“Yeah.” You can hear the smile in Taehyung’s voice. “Show us more.”

~

“Okay, it was nice to meet you both.” You bow your head towards his parents and they smile at one another before they look over at Taehyung.

“Taehyung…”

Then his parents are pulling him to the side and speaking to him in Korean, so you have no idea what’s being said. But Taehyung looks flushed, then he is waving them off.

“Ready to go?” he asks with a blush.

~

“Did you have a nice time?” Taehyung asks you, his hand in your hand as you two walk to the bus stop. “My parents like you.”

“Yes.” You smile shyly, “But also why wouldn’t they? I’m amazing.” You tease, trying to act more confident than you are. Maybe to trick yourself to be nicer to yourself.

“That’s right baby.” Taehyung grins down at you, “You are.”

Although things went really well…you still can’t help but feel anxious over everything. Like you are undeserving of kindness. They were so nice to you even though you’re the reason Taehyung went through a sad phase. But you are trying to accept their love even if it’s really hard.

The bus ride to the stop near his apartment only takes around 20 minutes, you feel yourself nodding off on the bus. You had a long day and the jet lag is definitely starting to take a toll on you.

“Sleepy babe?” Taehyung takes your head in his hand and guides it on his shoulder. “Sleep a little.” He kisses the top of your head and you feel yourself grow more and more sleepy.

Eventually, Taehyung is gently shaking you awake letting you know you two made it to your stop near his apartment. You both walk to his place, the night time air making you feel nice. It’s easier to breathe out here, it’s easier to trick yourself into breathing freely and feeling like you aren’t being totally suffocated.

You walk into the apartment and Taehyung decides to put on a movie. You change into some fresh panties and one of his long t shirts before you’re settling on the couch. Taehyung makes some hot chocolate for the both of you before he is pressing play on the movie.

You aren’t sure what movie this is, what it’s about or anything because you are so god damn tired. You lay down in Taehyung’s lap and eventually fall asleep.

Taehyung looks down at you and feels himself falling more and more in love. Just watching you sleep, he feels himself growing with affection for you. But it’s on his mind. What his parents said to him before you two left.

“She isn’t ready Taehyung…” His mom states plainly, “She will need a lot of time.”

“She does seem like a very good girl.” His dad adds in, “But we can tell how overwhelmed she is.”

Taehyung feels his entire face flush as he tries to gather his words.

“We are going to take it slow.” Taehyung says, “Really slow.”

“Don’t push her too much. We know how badly you want to be with her but it seems like she has some things to figure out before she can commit to you. Just remember that.”

Taehyung huffs out as he recalls their words because they’re right and he knows they are right. You aren’t ready and that’s just the truth. But he can’t give up. But he also can’t pressure you. Where is the balance? What is the balance?

He knows you are probably feeling very pressured right now, even just being in Korea. Did he make a mistake? No, he can’t think that way. He knows everything will turn out the way it’s supposed to.

Taehyung watches you sleep more than he watches the movie. He just wants you to be happy, to be comfortable. He lifts you off his body so he can lay down too, spooning you on the sofa. He decides to sleep with you tonight.

~~~~~

It’s Tuesday. Taehyung takes you around Seoul, you visit popular sites, eat good food, even do some shopping. It’s the evening now and you two are at some nice restaurant, you even have your own little room.

“Is this not a date?” You playfully ask. “Because it sure feels like one.”

Taehyung takes a moment to think before he is pouting, his bottom lip jut out so far you want to kiss it.

“It is.” He finally says, “But it’s not the first official first date like how Friday will be.”

“Jeez,” You sigh out, a small laugh leaving your lips. “How many unofficial first dates will we have?”

“A million, if we have to.” He teases, reaching over the table for a side dish. “Do you kiss on the first date, y/n?” he suddenly asks, making you blush.

“With you? I just might.” You respond back. “Do you?”

“With you? I definitely will.” He says cooly, “Just an innocent kiss though.” He looks up at you and smirks.

“Oh? Sweet and pure? Like what your parents think—”

“It was sweet and pure!” Taehyung whines, “The sweetest, purest kiss of my life.”

“Oh?” You raise a brow at him. “What the hell other kind of kisses you been having?”

“Nothing like yours baby.” He winks at you.

You playfully scoff at him, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“You like kissing me?” Your eyes find his again, “Tell me.”

“I love kissing you. One of my favorite activities.”

“What are your other favorite activities?” you lick your lips, his eyes fall down to them.

“They all include you but I don’t think that’s appropriate dinner conversation.”

“At least tell me one. Or maybe I can guess?” You scoot to his side of the table, your body getting closer and closer to his.

“You can guess.” He gulps as your hand lands on his thigh. “Guess.”

“I think you like when…” your hand slide up and down his upper thigh. “When I touch you.”

“You guess right.” Taehyung stares straight ahead as your hand travels up his thigh higher and higher.

“My hand is one thing, but I bet you like my lips the most?” You lean up and kiss the side of his neck.

“Y/n…” Taehyung says breathlessly. “Not here.”

“Why not?” you continue to kiss his neck, making Taehyung grow weaker with every kiss.

“I don’t deserve to be touched by you.” Taehyung whispers.

“Baby…” You kiss his neck again, “I forgive you.” You say in his ear. Taehyung slowly closes his eyes and starts to shake his head.

“You don’t. You can be upset with me however long it takes.” He says quietly but you aren’t having it. You lean back and grip his arm, urging him to look at you.

“Tae…I said I forgive you. You…I thought a lot about it and yeah, it doesn’t make me happy but also we weren’t in a place that I can actually be upset over it. I’m trying my hardest to be understanding. And I think in the end, it’s no one’s fault that you did what you did. And you said it means nothing to you—”

“Nothing! It really didn’t mean anything…” Taehyung cuts you off, his expression is troubled. He looks at you with wide, panicked eyes. “y/n…I really wish I could take it back. I regretted it so much.” His eyes begin to bubble over. “That night especially…I wasn’t myself, I was in a dark place, I missed you so much, I—”

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Your hand reaches up to rub his shoulder. “I know, baby.” You continue to rub his shoulder as soothingly as possible, getting him to calm down.

“You really forgive me?” he asks, his voice small.

“Yes Tae.” You lean into him, wrapping an arm around his waist. “I might still be a little bitter about it but I will try my best not to be. But overall, I forgive you. I know you regret it. I know the one you love is me…”

“Yes!” Taehyung basically shouts, “You’re the only one I love, I promise you.”

“I believe you.” You say, hugging him close. “This can be one thing we cross off our problems list.” You laugh. “I don’t want this to be a problem anymore.”

“Really baby?” He slips his arm over your shoulder, hugging you back.

“You deserve to be touched by me, Tae. Me and me only though.” You can’t help but chuckle.

“When we get home,” he breathes out, “I will let you touch me.”

“Okay.” You lean your head on his shoulder. “I can’t wait.”

~

“Fuck.” Taehyung groans. His hands go to your hair, he pulls at it making you moan all around his dick.

“You are art.” He grits out. Your tongue swirls over his tip before you take his cock further and further in your mouth. You have drool escaping the corner of your lips, your eyes are fogged up with lust and your cheeks are painted a lovely shade of pink. You truly do look like art.

“Take your time baby.” Taehyung moans, “We have all night.” You slowly lick up his length, getting it nice and wet. He moans for you, the low guttural sounds going straight to your pussy. You’ve missed this, missed him, missed his cock. Having him squirming beneath you feels so good as you make him feel amazing.

“I love your mouth…feels so good.” He watches as you bob your head up and down rather slowly. You suck his cock so well it makes him dizzy.

“You know how to make me feel good.” He finally closes his eyes as he just focuses on the feeling you give him. He focuses on your hands on his member, on his balls, he focuses on your tongue and how it licks him over and over. He focuses on your sounds, how you choke on his cock, how you moan for him.

Taehyung hates how close he is. But he hasn’t felt this amazing in months and months. He wishes he could have your lips wrapped around his cock for hours and hours, but he is losing control. He starts thrusting his hips upwards, desperate for more.

“Can I come down your throat? Will you swallow for me?” He pants.

You only moan around his length, the vibrations sending him over the edge. He feels himself go tense as he shoots his cum down your throat. You continue to fondle his balls, and suck on his tip as he finishes.

Taehyung whines out, throwing his head back as he comes down from his high. You swallow all his cum like you agreed to, the flavor lingering in your mouth. Tastes like him, tastes so good.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Taehyung moans, “How are you this good?”

“Let’s just say I was made for you.” You crawl up his body, Taehyung pulls you up by the arms and lays you down on his chest.

“You are, you definitely are.” He whispers, kissing the top of your head. “No one has ever made me feel like the way you do.”

“No one?”

“Just you my love.”

Explosions. Like, maybe something like fireworks go off in your chest. His new pet name for you makes you feel warm as fuck, and giddy too.

“I’m your love?” You try to pull your lips down, hiding this obvious smile.

“Of course, you are. Love of my life.” He states in a whisper. “I can’t see myself with anyone but you.”

“The feeling is mutual.” You respond sweetly. “The feeling is mutual.”

~~~~~

It’s Wednesday. You and Taehyung are just relaxing in his apartment today…you two plan on ordering take out for dinner and watching shows, playing games and just enjoying one another’s company.

“This feels a lot like one of our days on the island.” You say, leaning your head against Taehyung’s shoulder.

“Yeah, it does.”

For the first time, things feel like they never changed. You feel at home with Taehyung, you feel like everything is right, everything is perfect.

“Even being here on this sofa reminds me…”

The slow drag of Taehyung’s cock is enough for your vision to become blurry, almost like you are drunk. The couch isn’t the most comfortable place to have sex but you both were so fucking needy for the other…you don’t even care about being watched. Not even for a moment as intimate as this.

Taehyung brings his hands to either side of you and starts rolling his hips into you deeper and deeper, your eyes roll so far back into your head that all you can see is the whites. His cock reaches places you didn’t even know about, you never knew cock alone would make you feel this fucking good.

Dreamy. That’s you would describe this moment. His length brushes against you in ways that make “seeing stars” like a child’s phrase. You’re beyond seeing stars, you are seeing whole galaxies. The universe is in your eyes with the way he makes you feel.

Taehyung’s chest falls to your chest, his lips on your lips as he continues to grind his hips into yours in the most slow, sensual fucking of your life. Can this even be called fucking? This might be called making love.

You shake your head, trying to rid yourself of your steamy thoughts. Your whole face is red as you push back that memory. Taehyung knows though. He sees right through you.

“You’re thinking about the slow fuck, aren’t you?” He winks down at you. “When I fuck you again, it’ll be like that. But even better.”

“When?”

“When I just can’t take it.” He admits, “I have very little control left though.”

“I know it will be amazing.” You sigh out, “I can’t wait to feel that close with you again.” You murmur shyly, “Whenever you’re ready.”

“The more I look at you, the more I feel ready.” He says softly, making your heart skip a few beats.

~~~~

Thursday. You had a few days to gather courage but today you are feeling anxious all over again. You have already thrown up twice.

“Baby we can cancel.”

Today you are meeting Taehyung’s friends. Tonight, technically. But it’s only an hour before your meeting time and you are so overly anxious that you are physically sick.

“No, no.” You wave him off, “I’m just being a baby.”

“They’re the ones who said I should bring you back to Korea. No one is going to be mean to you, no one is going to make you feel unwelcome…well…no, no it’ll be fine.” Taehyung rubs your back.

“I know, I know.”

You were once not like this. But after everything that happened with your ex, with your old job and so on, you have become a nervous person. You know this is something you have to work through…

“But if it’s too much, we can cancel.” Taehyung offers again, you just shake your head and smile. He’s so loving, so supportive. What did you do to deserve someone as amazing as him? “No, I need to finish getting ready though.” You rise from the couch, “Will you help me pick something to wear?”

“You packed that green, flowy dress right?” Taehyung grins, “I love that dress on you. Wear that.”

“I was going to wear that tomorrow…for our date…”

“What about that new dress you bought on Tuesday? The red one?”

“Oh that’ll be a better date dress. Hm, okay. Green one tonight then.”

You walk into Taehyung’s bedroom, and take out the green dress. You slip it on over your body and examine yourself in the mirror, you look nice, you will admit.

“Beautiful.” Taehyung comes up behind you, circling his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest. “So beautiful.” He then kisses the side of your neck, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror. “I can’t wait to show you off tonight.”

His hands begin massaging your hips, you slowly close your eyes from how good it feels. You grind yourself into Taehyung’s crotch and he immediately groans out.

“We have to leave soon.” Taehyung warns. “Don’t make me get you off.”

“Why can’t we both get off?” You whine, “Just fuck me already.” You continue throwing your ass back into his crotch.

“I think soon but not right now.” He smiles. His hands continue to massage you, he rolls your hips with the guidance of his hands. “Are you almost ready?”

“Hm. Yes.” You open your eyes and make contact with him in the mirror, “I’m really nervous, to be honest.”

“What can I do or say to make you feel comfortable?” Taehyung hugs you close.

“I don’t know…”

“I’ll try anyway.” He laughs, shoving his face in the crook of your neck. “You are amazing, you are funny, you’re fun to be around, you’re adorable, you’re sexy, my friends are going to love you! They are all so excited, I promise.”

“Okay, okay.” You giggle. “I’ll just have to believe you.”

“That’s all I ask.”

You both stare at one another in the mirror for a while, you feel like every moment that passes with his eyes on yours you are falling in love all over again. The time on the island counts but this is real life, this is reality. You have to learn to live with the fact that the island was just one part of your relationship. That this new phase is something worth working on.

“I love you Taehyung.”

Taehyung blinks at you in the reflection, he looks genuinely surprised by your words. He turns you around in his grasp, your face now facing him, just inches away.

“Tell me again.” He says softly. “Tell me you love me again.”

“I love you.” You repeat in a daze, your mind starting to fog up with affection for Taehyung.

“How much do you love me?”

“Enough that I will do anything if it means we will be happy together.”

“I love you too.” Taehyung whispers, pulling you closer to him. He tilts his head to the side as he leans into your space. His words hit your lips softly and you feel yourself melting, melting so much that Taehyung has to basically hold you up.

“How much do you love me?” You ask, a slight teasing tone. Your eyes half lidded as you stare up at him.

“Enough that I can’t wait until our first date.”

“Can’t wait for wh—”

Suddenly, Taehyung’s lips crash into your lips. He kisses you long and deep. His lips staying on yours for a life time, you feel your knees give out on you. Taehyung holds your body up as you finally start to kiss him back. Your lips move against his slowly, tenderly, with so much feeling, so much passion.

Your arms wrap around his neck as you push yourself closer to him, your chest coming flush against his. He starts to move his lips against yours a little harder now, a little more desperately, a little more with fire. Taehyung surprises you with the long, dragged out moan that leaves him as he kisses you. Like, this is the first time he has ever kissed you. Like, he has been waiting a life time to kiss you.

His lips part for you and you take the hint to slide your tongue between his lips, finding his tongue tangling with yours immediately. His hands explore your body frantically, they grip you in every place you could want him. Your lips, your tongue, everything tastes so sweet. He can die a happy man after finally kissing you.

You aren’t sure how much time has passed but Taehyung’s ringing phone indicates that maybe you two are late. Taehyung pulls away from you, his erratic breathing hard to calm. He reaches for his phone and answers it.

“Hello? Uh huh…okay….sorry, sorry. We will be there in a bit.’

You smooth down your hair in the mirror and fix your make up a little bit, then you turn around to face Taehyung again.

“Who was that?” you ask.

“It was Jimin, him and Namjoon are already there. We should get going.” He pulls you in and places a quick peck to your lips. “You ready?”

“Yes. How do I look?”

~~~~

“Gorgeous! You look so gorgeous!” Jimin gushes, he holds you at arm’s length and you look at Taehyung with confused eyes.

“Umm, thank you. You look…gorgeous too.” You admit shyly…well, he does. You didn’t think Jimin would be this beautiful!

“Oh my god, me? Thank you!” Jimin goes in to hug you again, “I thought you were so pretty but pictures do not do you justice girl.”

“Oh my god…thank you…” You laugh, “I knew I looked bad in some of those pics.” You joke.

“Wait that’s not what I meant!” Jimin can’t help but pout…”I meant—”

“Okay, okay,” Namjoon steps between you two, “I’m Namjoon, by the way. I’m not sure Jimin here was ever going to give me the opportunity to introduce myself.” He chuckles. You shake his hand and he grins at you.

“It’s so nice to meet y—”

“y/n!” You hear your name being called but you don’t recognize the voice, you glance over your shoulder to see two new bodies walking towards you.

“Hi—” But before you can continue talking you are being engulfed in a hug by one of the men.

“I’m Hobi!” he laughs into your shoulder, “I’m so happy to meet you!”

“Oooh.” You nod your head in understanding, you glance at the other man who just give you a small wave of the hand.

“I’m Yoongi.” He says with a smile. “We are uh, your new friends.” He looks down at the floor, his gummy smile not going unnoticed by you.

“Hi, nice to meet you both.” You feel yourself smiling, you feel your heart glowing. Everyone is being so nice, it’s refreshing.

“Okay, stop hugging her Hobi…” Taehyung deadpans. “Where’s Jin and Jungkook?”

“They were right behind us…” Yoongi comments, “They probably got caught up talking to someone on the way in.”

“Well, you know Jungkook. Probably a girl.” Jimin teases, “So should we grab a table?”

You all search for two tables and put them together, so you all have a place to sit. It’s around 9pm. So the bar is starting to get crowded, but it feels fun.

“What are you drinking baby?” Taehyung leans into you, “Want a mixed drink?”

“Yeah, surprise me.” You nod, “Something strong though.” You wink up at Taehyung and he grins down at you.

“Okay.” He leans in and finds your lips. You kiss him back quickly, feeling slightly embarrassed.

“You guys are so cute.” Jimin practically drools, “This is the first time we are seeing Taehyungie happy again.”

Guilt. But you’re trying, you are desperately trying to move past that feeling.

“It’s the first time since the island that I am this happy too.” You admit to Jimin. He leans into your space and smiles at you.

“You’re going to make Taehyung so happy, aren’t you?”

“I’ll try my best.” You giggle.

Taehyung comes back with two drinks, he hands one to you and you immediately gulp it back.

“Well, hello there friends.” A new voice. You look up to see who you assume is Jin and Jungkook.

“I am Jin, your new best friend.” He shakes your hand and you laugh. “This is Jungkook…” he gestures towards the other boy. Jin looks very happy to see you while….Jungkook does not, to put it simply.

“Hi Jungkook.” You wave at him and he only narrows his eyes at you, scoffs and looks away.

“Oh?” You raise a brow…finally, someone who is treating you the way you feel you deserve. Somehow this amuses you.

“Jungkook doesn’t want to be my new best friend?” You tease. You glance at Taehyung who looks tense but he immediately relaxes when he notices you taking this …rather well.

“Why?” Jungkook spits out, “So you can ghost me for 6 months?”

Ouch. But a well-deserved sting.

“Okay,” Taehyung stands to his feet and takes Jungkook by the arm and drags him off to the side so they can talk.

You watch, still amused. You don’t feel hurt by this…Jungkook is just being a good friend. Not that the others aren’t good friends but to be honest you expected this from at least one of them.

“If he doesn’t behave, just report to me and I’ll scold him.” Jin says playfully, “And if Taehyung does anything weird, you let me know and I will set him straight too.”

“I don’t like scolding Taehyungie…” Yoongi begins, “But I’ll do it.”

“Don’t count on me, everything Taehyung does is perfect in my eyes.” Jimin laughs, “I’m joking, I’m joking—”

“We aren’t so sure you are.” Namjoon cuts in. “But really y/n…this is the most we have seen Taehyung smile. It’s thanks to you.”

“It’s also my fault he….” Your eyes go to Taehyung who is still scolding Jungkook. “He—”

“It’s no ones fault!” Jimin claps his hands together. “Everything happened the way it did and now we can all move forward. Especially you y/n.” Jimin gives you a sweet smile, “Guilt is an ugly feeling. I would hate for you to be eaten alive by it when you don’t have to be.”

You feel your eyes sting with tears…you didn’t realize you needed an almost stranger tell you something like that…he’s a new friend right? You can call him a friend?

“Jimin…” You sniffle and he starts laughing loudly.

“Oh! Don’t get sad!” He leans in to hug you. “Let’s only make happy memories, okay?”

“The happiest.” Jin chimes in, “We’re all your friends now…and Jungkook will give in eventually.”

“Don’t worry too much about Jungkook…” Yoongi smiles, “He’s sort of the brat around here. You’ll get used to it.”

At this you laugh, you have heard stories. He is the youngest, after all.

“I’m not too concerned.” You admit under a few soft breaths, “It kind of feels good…getting what I deserve.”

“What are you? A Masochist?” Jimin frowns, “You deserve to be happy.”

“And I am…or, I will be. I’m getting there.”

“Okay, we are back!” Taehyung announces his and Jungkook’s presence. “And we are happy to be here, aren’t we Jungkook?” He says with his hand on the back of Jungkook’s neck.

“Totally.” Jungkook rolls his eyes. “Super happy to be here. Hi y/n.” he mutters underneath his breath. It’s cute actually.

“Hi Jungkook.” You giggle. “Want to take a shot with me?” you offer, standing up. Jungkook pinches his brows together then points to himself.

“With me?” he asks, clearly shocked.

“Yes, you.” You nod your head in the direction of the bar, “Coming?”

Taehyung looks over at you, also confused. But you just give him a smile that lets him know it’s okay.

“Sure…” Jungkook shrugs Taehyung off him, “If you’re buying.”

“What a brat.” Jimin laughs. “You should be buying her the drink, not the other way around.”

“No, no. I offered, I’ll buy.” You wink. You start walking towards the bar and Jungkook follows behind you.

You both walk up to the bar and you ask him to order for you, which he does. You both get handed two shots of some liquor and you raise your glass to clink it with his.

He eyes you curiously, wondering what your aim is here.

“Were you ever going to talk to him?” Jungkook finally says something.

“Taehyung believes I was going to…so yes. If he believes it then so do I.” you take your shot and Jungkook follows.

“I don’t like you.” Jungkook states plainly, “You made Taehyung really sad…”

“I know. I don’t think I like myself much either right now. But Jimin made me feel a little better…”

“Jimin will do that.” Jungkook sighs out. “But I still don’t like you.”

“You’re very cute Jungkook.” You reach up and ruffle his hair, you laugh out loud when you notice how red he has become. “You’re a good friend.”

“I-I-I…” He stutters out, feeling his blush hit him hard. “Whatever.” He looks off to the side. “Are you ready to go back or what?” he grumbles shyly.

You nod your head and you both walk back to your tables, Taehyung gives you a look of concern before you are smiling at him. A real life smile. And he relaxes.

“Hey baby.” He says, pulling out your chair for you to sit. “You didn’t grab another drink while you are up?” he asks, “I’ll go.” He stands, placing a kiss on your cheek and you nod gratefully.

“So what are we talking about?” You glance around the boys, “Anything interesting?”

“y/n! This is perfect, we can get a girls perspective.” Hobi smiles at you, “Yoongi has this girl he likes, right?” At this Yoongi groans, throwing his head back in annoyance. “But he won’t ask her out!”

“And how can I help?” You laugh.

“Well,” Jimin joins in, “We don’t know how this girl feels. So listen, listen.” Jimin puts a hand on your shoulder as he speaks, “She kissed him one time but hasn’t initiated anything since!”

“Oh…” you give Yoongi a look of pity and he starts laughing.

“I knew it.” Yoongi slaps his knee, “She isn’t into me guys.”

“Didn’t I say that?” Jin asks and Namjoon swats his arm. “What? It’s true. She is kissing on random guys all the time, I think you just happened to be one of them.”

“No!” Hobi cuts in, “Listen to this though! She asked for him last weekend, wondering where he was at…like, she missed his attention or whatever.”

“His attention or him?” you ask with a pointed look.

“Exactly.” Namjoon says, “We have to be sure if its him she wants and not his lips.” He starts making kissy faces and you all start laughing.

“Well, if she out tonight?” you ask, “Maybe I need to watch your interactions with her to be sure.”

“Wow, you can be a wing woman.” Hobi says with stars in his eyes.

“Oh my god yes a wing woman.” Jimin says with stars in his eyes as well.

“I’m not saying I will be much help!” You giggle, but the boys wave you off, still excited about having a wing woman.

“You’ll really help y/n?” Yoongi asks quietly. “You don’t have to.”

“Of course I’ll help…well, to the best of my abilities.”

“What did I miss?” Taehyung comes to the table, setting your drinks down. He takes a seat next to you.

“y/n is apparently all of our wing woman now.” Jungkook says nonchalantly.

“Psshh, like you need a wing woman.” Jimin teases, “You get girls just by being in the same room as them.”

“Stop trying to make my girlfriend do work when she just got here.” Taehyung pouts, “Don’t overwhelm her.”

“No, it’s nice.” You admit with a blush. “Feels like I have friends.” You say as quietly as possible to where only Taehyung can catch what you are saying. “We are your friends.” You hear Jimin whisper to you as he leans into your space. “Don’t ever doubt that.” Oh. You guess with Jimin next to you he was bound to hear.

“Thanks Jimin…”

Hours and hours pass, drinks are going down like crazy. Everyone is having so much fun it is ridiculous. You haven’t laughed this much probably ever in your life!

You feel yourself growing closer and closer with the boys, especially now that you are all drunk.

“Oh my god, I fucking love you!” Jimin laughs with his whole body, he practically falls out of his chair. “You told him his painting of you looked like a frog!” he snorts.

“Someone had to be honest about his human portraits, I suppose.” Namjoon laughs as well. “But a frog? You’re savage.”

“I thought his painting of the 7 of us was really….special.” Yoongi adds, “But I wouldn’t say we looked like frogs.”

“Oh, he made me look like a god damn frog.” You giggle. “I told him to burn it.”

“And did he?” Hobi asks.

“No, we kept it for the memories…” Then your face lights up. “By the way Tae…”

“Hm?” Taehyung smiles for you, “What is it?”

“Do you have the painting? They left us with a box of stuff right? Things from the island but I didn’t have the painting,”

“Yeah, I have it.” He nibbles on his bottom lip, “Maybe one day when we live together we can put it up…and then one you did of me as well.” He slurs.

“One day.” You grin.

“Oh my god, y/n.” Jimin whines, “You have to move here!”

The rest of the boys start clapping and agreeing, nodding their heads along.

“Wouldn’t that be a culture shock?” Jungkook speaks up, “She doesn’t even speak Korean.”

“Yeah, it would be.” You admit shyly. “But there’s time to think about all of that.”

Taehyung reaches for your hand and squeezes it.

“Yeah.” He agrees.

Jimin slumps his shoulders but smiles for you both anyway. Hobi stands up and offers his hand to you, you look at him quizzically.

“Want to dance?” He asks, “All of us of course, but you’re the lady. So I asked formerly. I don’t know I’m drunk.”

You can’t help but chuckle.

“Yes, let’s all dance!”

You all head to the dance floor, the music is loud and drowning out any and all worries you had about tonight.

“Having fun?” Taehyung brings you in, your back against his chest as he whispers in your ear.

“Time of my life.” You slur out honestly. “I can’t thank you enough for…”

“For what baby?”

“For showing me your world.”

“It can be our world…” He places a kiss on your neck. “One day.”

“I want any world as long as you are in it.” You say breathlessly. “I like your friends a lot.” You tell him and he grins into your neck.

“They’re the best and they will treat you right.” He breathes you in, “I trust them with my life, they’re like brothers.”

“I can tell. They’re a good group of dudes.”

“I can tell they like you too.” He sighs into your hair, “But I like you the most.”

You grind your ass into his crotch in beat with the music, his hands travel all over the front of your body. You two dance like this for a while when a feminine voice cuts through the sound of the music. You and Taehyung both snap your heads in the direction of the voice when you see a girl standing here, her hands on her hips and a look of disappointment on her face.

“Taehyung?” She says, his name sounds wrong on her tongue. This can only be who you think it is.

“Oh hey.” Taehyung awkwardly smiles, “What’s up?”

“Who’s this?” she asks, looking in your direction but she doesn’t look at you directly.

You don’t want to feel intimidated but it’s her. It’s Hana. She is even prettier in person. She’s got two friends with her, but they are talking to the boys.

“This is—”

“I’m y/n.” you say as confidently as possible.

“My girlfriend.” Taehyung says, he reaches for your hand and squeezes it. “y/n this is Hana.”

“Oh, nice to meet you.” You smile, and she scoffs. Fucking scoffs.

“………..” she says in Taehyung’s direction but you have no idea what she said since it was in Korean.

You stand here awkwardly, swaying from side to side as Taehyung talks to her…you wish you knew what they were saying. But you’re almost too drunk to care.

“Excuse us!” you smile, with Taehyung’s hand in yours you drag him to the bar leaving Hana behind.

“y/n.” Taehyung sighs out, “She was just—”

“Huh? It’s fine, Tae. I just wanted a drink and to be spending less time with her and more time with you.”

Taehyung can’t help the smirk that his lips curve into. He grabs you by the hips, pulls you in for a hug then leans away to look at you.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” He says before leaning in to kiss you. His tongue prodding its way into your mouth, you moan out loud and swirl your tongue with his. Your kisses are rushed, sloppy and messy. And drunken as fuck.

“You guys are so hot.” Jimin whines as he walk up to you two, ordering his own drink.

You pull away from Taehyung and start laughing.

“Get two more of what you just got.” Taehyung smiles, “On me.”

“Oh hell yeah.” Jimin cheers. Then he is ordering two more drinks as Taehyung slides his card over the bar top.

“I saw you guys talking to Hana…” Jimin whispers to you, “How was that?”

“Don’t care.” You shrug, “She didn’t look very happy to see me though.”

“She was hopeful…” Jimin admits, “That she could get Taehyung to fall in love with her. She had been trying for a long time…then he disappears for 8 months and is in love with someone else. She tried to be understanding but it was still hard on her.”

“But it doesn’t matter,” Taehyung butts in with the drinks, “Because I told her you’re my girlfriend and the one I love so…”

“I know, Tae.” You smile, “I may not understand Korean but I got that much.” You laugh.

Jimin joins you in your giggles as he chugs the entire drink in one go.

“y/n!!” Yoongi stumbles over, “She’s here! She’s here! I need you my wing woman!”

Your eyes crinkle from how hard you are cheesing. You lean up to kiss Taehyung on the lips before walking towards Yoongi and following him to wherever he’s hanging out.

It’s a perfect night so far.

~

“Hold my hand.” Taehyung slurs with a pout on his lips. “Want to feel you, want to touch you, want to fu—”

“Want to what now?” You laugh into your palm, as you reach for Taehyung’s hand. He holds you close to him as you two walk back to his apartment, his body swaying into yours and yours into his.

“Fuck…I want to fuck you.” He whispers in your ear before he bursts out laughing for no drunken reason.

“I’d let you baby. But sober you would be mad at drunk you.” You slur out yourself, “I know how important waiting is for you.”

“You don’t get it…I don’t want to wait anymore.”

“You’re just drunk.”

“I am drunk but babe, I’m serious.” He tries to give you a straight face. “I feel overwhelmed with love for you.”

You feel your heart doing flips in your chest, you feel butterflies in your stomach and you feel your head going dizzy with affection.

“Really?”

“It went really well tonight.” Taehyung says, “So well that I have decided you are definitely my perfect match and that company did me the biggest favor because how else would I have met you?”

Usually the mention of the company would make you sad or anxious but somehow you feel grateful too.

“Tae…” you squeeze his hand, “My soulmate.” You bump your shoulder into his side.

“We are fucking soulmates.” He says, then he yells it out for the whole street to hear then he’s laughing deeply.

“Fucking soulmates.” He repeats just loud enough for only you to hear.

You two finally get to his apartment, you stumble in and plop yourselves down on the couch. Taehyung pulls you into his lap and starts kissing your neck, your collarbone, you shoulder. His lips devouring every free piece of skin he can find.

“Taehyung…” you moan, “Let’s wait until we are sober.” You breathe out roughly.

Taehyung continues kissing your skin and hums an ‘okay’. He lifts himself off you and gazes into your eyes.

“I will stay awake until I sober up. Until you sober up. Then I am going to make love to you. I am going to fuck you with so much fucking love you will be coming all around my cock time after time. You ready for that baby? You ready to have my cock coming inside you?”

You can’t help but gulp as you blink at him, then you are slowly nodding your head.

“Then let’s drink some water and make out until this room is no longer spinning. We aren’t sleeping tonight.” Taehyung warns in a deep, deep voice.

“We’re really staying awake until we sober up?” you laugh. “Aren’t you afraid we will fall asleep?”

“Baby, knowing that I get to fuck you in a few hours is all the motivation I need to stay awake. I believe you are the same. I know you are desperate for my cock. Desperate for me.”

And you are, you fucking are.