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v3x-y0urs3lf · 18 days

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Qiu Lin x Loner / unpopular / shy? MC

Written during the demo ⭐️

Tamarack x Popular reader

Depending on what steps I’m talking about, I’ll change Qiu’s pronouns..

Also, I’m aware that being a ‘loner’ or unpopular doesn’t necessarily mean you’re shy. I do occasionally mention the MC being shy, unlike step 1 Qiu I’m not always going to be able to be too accommodating.

I kind of got sidetracked during the end of Step 3, I’m sorry it doesn’t really fit with the theme.

I am incredibly tired right now, apologies if the English isn’t clear. I did not proof read this.

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I feel like this trope perfectly fits Qiu during a majority of the steps (1-3 I don’t really know about 4.) mainly because Qiu - despite not really intending on it, just is naturally popular even during step 2 (somehow?)

Step one Qiu just doing his usual thing with being overly accommodating and super welcoming to the new neighbour and they’re just.. not accepting it?

You can try and turn Qiu down softly or even just straight up ignore him and he’d.. accept it? I dunno, going off by Qiu’s normal reactions to when you choose to dismiss him.. he doesn’t seem like he’d care unless someone’s starting to judge or bother the MC and vice versa.

I’d like to just highlight that like.. everyone knows Qiu? I quite literally just imagine a bunch of kids during school constantly asking to play with him and while Qiu feels a bit too mean to decline.. he really wants to go play with his new neighbour?

Qiu would try and introduce the MC (and Tamarack.. maybe.) to all of his other friends but.. Neither of them are really budging which puts Qiu at a bit of a cross point.

I’m honestly not too sure what he’d do, lol. My heart wants me to say that Qiu would just go play with the MC anyways, regardless of how many people want him to play with t them but. My brain is telling me he’d give in to all the majority and play with them for a while before going to find the MC later.

Does that mean Qiu doesn’t want to go play with the MC instead? No. Does that mean Qiu doesn’t look their way occasionally while he’s playing tag with the other kids? No. Does that mean Qiu hurts the other kids’ feelings by straight up turning them down? Also no.

Logically thinking, despite what he wants- Qiu would pick to accomodate for the bigger crowd but leave a section of his time to make up for ‘ditching’ the MC for a moment.

It’s very obvious around that Qiu will always go back for the MC. No matter how fun the game is, No matter how distracted/forgetful he usually gets, No matter how many people he’s playing with- He will. Without a doubt. Go talk or play with the MC for at least 10 minutes before break or whatever ends.

Now, Step two.. “All they want in life is a little peace with the ones they trust. Such as, potentially their very favourite neighbor/neighbour.”

Qiu is still very obviously and very much ‘popular’. That never changes throughout their life (probably). They just don’t want to be.

Picture Qiu and MC, chilling by themselves and just avoiding people. By this stage there shouldn’t be any shyness or complete hatred and so, the two of them just sit with each other comfortably as Qiu rejects and declines any and all offers to hang out with anyone else but MC, Ren, Baxter(?) and.. potentially Tamarack? (Not sure about the last two.)

Unfortunately, Qiu can’t control their popularity or ‘Acquaintances’/old friends and everyone does notice when the ‘popular kid’ starts solely hanging out with one person in particular.

I’m not saying MC is getting bullied.. I’m just saying everyone can tell there is obvious favouritism and high school students can and will be mean.. take that as you will.

This is totally the time for “doesn’t get the hype but warms up to person B”.

I might just be biased but.. After 4 years you’d think you’d warm up to the neighbour kid enough to start to.. tolerate? Be content? .. perhaps even enjoy the presence of?

I don’t want to describe the MC too much but let’s just say the feelings between the both of them are mutual. (As in two teens just wanting to get away from the world.)

The two of you find solace in each other’s presence, the two of you having a mutual understanding that you both don’t really want to interact with the world but you’re totally fine with each other.

I hate how short step 2 was but I don’t know how else to describe angsty teens being angsty teens. So we’re moving onto Step three.

Qiu now understands the MC more, After having 8 years knowing each other and at least 4 years of deep conversations as angsty teenagers they can now officially say they understand your point of view.

Qiu doesn’t try to push the MC out of their comfort zone like he would’ve back in Step 1 but they certainly wouldn’t leave the MC to exactly stay in their own shell of aloofness.

Qiu does try to suggest getting out there, meeting new people but if you totally don’t want to- Up to you! They aren’t you and so they will NOT make that decision for you.

Autumn is up for a chat if you’re looking for one though, even the quietest, shyest, most aloof people in town sometimes need someone their age to talk to. Qiu gets it.

You were there through a very deep part of Qiu’s life and they are ready to be for you too if you want them there. Qiu can’t promise that they’ll help solve your problems or make you the talk of the town, but you better bet that they’ll cherish your relationship far after death do the two of you part.

#qiu lin #not my character #olnf qiu #our life now and forever #qiu lin headcanons #qiu lin x reader #our life qiu #our life x reader #not my art

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infernalodie · 9 months

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𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 || 𝐑𝐮𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭

"𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘖𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦"

Inspo: Kamal. - people don't change - demo

Pairing: Rue Bennett x Black!Male!reader

Summary: Maybe you had held out for hope for no reason...

Warnings: Reader and Rue dated prior to Jules ever arriving, drug abuse, and a lot of angst.

Words: 1253

DNI IF YOU'RE YOUNGER THAN 18 OR SENSITIVE TO THE WARNINGS ABOVE!

At the heart, you wanted to believe Rue was trying to get clean. Indeed, you wouldn’t be a friend if you didn’t believe it. What made it hard was sitting in this parking lot, standing by the counter to grab your guys’ food and knowing precisely what she was doing inside your car. A powdered line along your phone case with a rolled-up bill in hand. Her shame had no limits.

And you weren’t going to try and act high and mighty because you’ve done your fair share of drugs. But you didn’t let them take ahold of your life like Rue has.

But who were you to judge? It’s not like you were someone that had control in her life. You were a mere ex-boyfriend and only recently she had befriended you again after the two of you caught up from the few months of her being in rehab.

You didn’t know how to navigate around the clear issue she had been sent to deal with. And the people in her life, like Fez, weren’t exactly helping. Him giving her drugs after knowing about her going to rehab set her back at square one. The difference was he cared about her, unlike most drug dealers. So, you could respect him for that.

Once again; what could you possibly even do?

Grabbing the bag of food, you walked to the vehicle. Rue noticed your approach and slipped out with a tired smile. “I’ve been needing this.”

You smiled. “I’m glad I can be of service.” Handing her the food, you moved to the other side of the car and took your own out.

“Yeah, man. Mom’s been on my ass about these drugs and shit. I can barely be able to go out anymore without her throwing a drug test in my direction.” She took a bite of her burger, humming in satisfaction.

A groan fell from your lips that hadn’t been intentional but simply slipped out. “Here we go again.”

Hearing that made Rue frown. Her lips twitched in a confused grin with her head tilting slightly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Taking a bite out of your burger, you grabbed a napkin and wipe your lips. “You’re always complaining. Why does everyone keep walking out of my life? Maybe you keep pushing them away? Perhaps you’re the problem.”

Rue scoffed, shaking her head. “I don’t complain, man. Ask anyone and they’ll tell you that.”

“That’s all you do, Rue,” you laughed. “You don’t realize it, but when you were gone, Leslie had me driving Gia to school instead of the bus and I get to hear all about that shit.” Rue, of course, hadn’t known this considering the two of you ended things on a harsh note with her slapping you in front of the entire football team. Now, you weren’t going to take the full blame because you had yelled at her for deciding to skip out on your game to do drugs. And your anger came from your worry, but she hadn’t seen it that way and it resulted in her cutting all ties to you. “You complain and complain about your circumstances and why it won’t get easier. You say you want “change” but you don’t want to change.”

“Pretty high and mighty coming from the asshole smoking weed in front of me,” Rue pointed out, snarky. “If I had recovered at rehab, you would be the cause of me going back to drugs. You ever think about that?”

You smiled, leaning your arms on the roof of the vehicle and saying, “I wouldn’t if I knew you were off of them but I hear everything from Fez. You completely forget that I buy my shit from him.”

She looked about ready to walk away just so this didn’t ruin her high. But you continued, keeping her shortening care to listen. “Rue, you aren’t unique, all right? If I have to be the one to tell you, then I will. But you are just like every addict in this world that is struggling just like you. They had something happen in their lives that put them down the same path as you.” Sighing, you tapped your hand on the roof of your vehicle and said, “The difference is people in your life care and have been trying everything to help you, but you won’t accept it.”

“Why do you even care?” Rue asked.

Exhaling deeply, you said, “Because for a time, I loved you and I still care about you enough to tell you when you are being a jackass. And maybe I had hope that you would get better and go back to who you were before all this shit.” She stared at you for a few moments, perhaps thinking. Whether she was or not, you glanced away before popping open the door. “But then again, I don’t mean jack shit.” And you left her with that hanging statement for most of the ride.

Life had its way of working things out and you were sure that in some way, your words would come to reality for Rue. There hadn’t been malice for years and your intentions weren’t to destroy her. But you saw the only way she could heal was to crumble and repair afterwards. There could only be so much pain and torment she could take before she had to look for a way to pivot to either keep herself safe or keep the people she cared about in her life. And you hoped she found it sooner than later because you could already see the aftermath of her decisions if she kept down this road.

Pulling up outside of her house, you placed the car in park and allowed your hands to fall by your thighs. Leaning your head back into the cushioning of the headrest, exhaling softly.

Rue shifted from time to time, clearly wanting to express her thoughts. She could get out of the car and walk away with the remnants of resentment she’d held against you for years. But she didn’t. She sat there, uncomfortable in her thoughts that she couldn’t put together well enough to make a coherent and important statement.

Sighing, you said, “I know you don’t care about what others think Rue and I can’t change your mind. I am just an ex-boyfriend that you dated for a little while. I can accept that.” Turning toward her, you shook your head. “But your mom, Gia, Fez, Maddy–everyone fucking cares. The last thing anyone wants to see is your face on the early morning news dead from an overdose. I don’t want to see that shit.”

Rue chewed on her bottom lip, nodding to herself. As she went to grab the door handle, she stopped, looking back at you and muttering, “You know, I’m sorry about us-”

“Don’t.” Rue watched as you shook your head, glancing at her. “You don’t need to go digging into the past to apologize to me when you should be focused on the road ahead. It’s embarrassing.”

Again, harsh. But needed. And for the first time since the start of the argument, Rue didn’t bite back or protest. Almost agreeing. Because it was despicable how she desperately tried to indirectly apologize. Especially for something she knew she didn’t deserve the opportunity to apologize for. “It’s in the past and you found someone new and I’m happy for you.” Unlocking her door, you sighed. “Just don’t go ruining it like we did with our relationship.”

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colourstreakgryffin · 7 months

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Hi! Can I request Douma’s demon daughter reacting to him being in a serious relationship? Especially if she is jealous & a bit of a yandere toward her dad :D

Ooh! Okay, we’ve had just had point of views from Douma’s side but now we can have us being jealous! I like this idea!

Douma- Sharing a Heart

What? Where did this woman come from? What is she doing to your father?!

Jealous… you were so jealous. You couldn’t stand the fact your beloved father, the one you’ve been happy with for years is now unhappy with his life and trying to pursue some demonness. This is ridiculous, he doesn’t need a relationship

You glared hateful holes into that woman as she kissed and cooed at Douma, with your father reciprocating the love. How dare she trick the all mighty powerful Upper Moon 2 into believing he needs a partner now

But since you loved Douma, your father so dearly. You hid away your jealous, your raging thoughts and imagining how you would freeze her over then push her body off a cliff. To break off the spell she had put on your father, you were ready to kill the demonness for him

Your father always protected you so you wanted to protect him. You weren’t really sure if you should act on your jealousy but you were convinced that she was using him in one way or another; for his power, for his money, for his status. Whatever is her motive, you can’t let her hurt Douma

You did understand and accept fully that Douma loved her… but he needs to realise that she is a threat

Angrily grumbling, you tugged at your father’s Hakama pants from the side of his luxurious plush throne. You wanted his attention but he had been spending all day cuddling and chatting with that woman. Yes, you know fully that they are in love and she has Douma’s heart but you couldn’t stand how she pushed you to the side. Douma always said his heart will always be devoted to you, his precious daughter

But here you are, actively asking for his attention when you could just sit in his lap and get his full, unconditional love without so much as raising a finger. This demoness just showing up and stealing Douma’s heart so intensely has just ruined everything! Your father barely pays attention to you now and all he cares about is pleasing his lady. This isn’t fair! This stupid demonness has hypnotised him into forgetting about you

Douma internally flinched as a snapout from his lovey-dovey trance and trailed down to look at his side, exactly where the pull originated from. Oh, you’re still in the room? He didn’t know that, he thought he had called one of his many loyal lady-servants to take you away. He felt sorry that you had to sit there and listen to him and his lady speak all romantically to each other. Douma was about to call out for a peasant of his to take you away, with the way his lips parted, when you acted first

No, you won’t let that woman kick you out of his life again

Grabbing his closest wrist and pulling his arm down so his torso would fall to your level. His gorgeous rainbow eyes were glued onto you, you missed his attention and his love. Was it so hard or so wrong to want your father back? You don’t have anybody but him and he is sharing his heart with somebody else…. It’s making you feel as if he will get rid of you, that he won’t need a daughter anymore to be happy

Please… don’t leave, please don’t leave me

“Can we talk in privacy, Daddy? I want us to be alone… so please ask your lady to go outside for a moment. It’ll be quick”

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fikenight · 2 years

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Dominic Fike

#dominic fike #fike #don’t forget about me demos #what could possibly go wrong #wcpgw #saint Laurent #ysl

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letstalkaboutshtufff · 10 months

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The Sacrifice Douma x reader pt 1

Pairing: Douma x reader

Warnings: Mentions of injury

Summary: You wake up to your new surroundings

****************************************************Don’t forget to read the prologue!

“She’s been sleeping all day, you sure she’s ok..?”

Hush Yuta, stop asking me that and go finish your chores”

“But-”

“No buts! Go now”

“Ugh fine”

“*sigh* honestly that boy will be the death of me..”

“Mmm”

“Oh are you awake?”

Huh? Slowly your senses regain. You twitch your fingers and they smooth over something soft like cotton. You smell something…lavender oils and for the first time in many many years you’re…comfortable?

You start to piece together your wits and then it strikes all at once like a bolt of lightning.

Your master, the freezing rain, the pain, the demo-

You shoot up from your laying position, your body protests instantly but you push that aside.

You take in your surroundings, 4 walls, a simple clothing chest, a screen divider, a smoking oil diffusing pot, and a woman sat folding linens. Her chocolate brown eyes trained on you. A look of shock and worry on her features.

“Oh you should be careful, you’re still recovering” the woman shoved the basket aside and rushed to assist you although out of habit you flinched at her touch.

“You had some nasty cuts, some required stitches, we wouldn’t want those to tear open”

“W-who are you?” I asked warily. I’m not one to shy away help, considering getting any up till this point was a rare occurrence, but considering my situation I couldn’t help but be cautious.

“My name is Hanako, I’m a maid, Lord Douma asked me to watch over you.”

“Lord Douma?” You had a feeling you already knew who that was.

“He’s the founder of the Eternal Paradise cult. Although we don’t really refer to it as a cult” she lets out a little laugh.

She’s so carefree… maybe she’s a demon too? But she doesn’t really look like one.. not that I’ve seen many demons in my life. But she doesn’t feel threatening.

“Everyone here is apart of it, we are all striving for eternal paradise.”

“Everyone?”

“Oh yes, there are many people who follow lord Douma. You’ll get a chance to get acquainted with them soon. But for now, you must eat and rest a bit, Lord Douma will be expecting you soon.”

“W-why… what will he do to me..” you dread the answer but ask anyway.

The maid tilts her head a bit. “There’s no need to worry, Lord Douma is fair and just. As long as you don’t step out of line, you have no reason to fear”.

No need to fear? Just what is going on?! I’m about to blurt out something akin to, “I’m a sacrifice why would I not be afraid, also he’s a demon?” But I shut my mouth. Better to understand the situation more than say things to people I don’t even know.

You simply nod.

“I’ll go get you something to eat alright? You just rest until then ok?” The woman smiles gently and leaves sliding the door shut. She was older than me but not by that much.

You sighed, against your body’s pleading you didn’t lay down. Maybe this was a sick game where you were lulled into a sense of comfort and as soon as you let down your guard the demon would swoop in and devour you.

Or maybe he was plumping you up like a chicken before having you.

Oh this was torture.

Several minutes later Hanako re enters the room balancing a tray.

“Here you are, drink this soup slowly alright? You wouldn’t want to make yourself sick dear.”

You eye the soup in front of you carefully. It smells divine, with clumps of vegetables floating around and pieces of what looks like chicken. You can’t remember the last time you were allowed meat.

“Can I really eat this?” You murmur to myself.

Hanako urges you on. It could be poisoned but then again why would the demon poison you if he wanted to eat you afterwards.

Slowly you lift the spoon, dipping it into the creamy liquid and back up to your parched lips.

You’re not exaggerating when you say this was the best soup you’ve ever had.

Your fears quickly push aside in favor of shoveling more delicious soup into your mouth.

Within minutes the bowl is empty and you feel the rumbling in your stomach pleasantly cease.

“It’s getting late, we should get you ready to see Lord Douma before the sunsets.” The woman removes the tray from your lap and helps you stand. You wobble a bit but steady with her help.

She leads you behind the screen where a tub with steaming water is emitting the most sweet floral fragrance.

She helps you into the tub then goes to grab something from another room.

You sigh out of pure relaxation. Maybe this is the demons mercy before killing you. Or maybe he wants you clean before he has his meal. Either way you can’t help but enjoy how relaxed you feel. The aches are slowly receding.

Soon Hanako returns and helps wash your hair. The clear water soon became murky with all the dirt and grime from you.

After making sure you were all clean she helped you out and brought forth a gorgeous kimono.

Pearly colored material with beautiful vibrant flowers on it. You noticed that they were the same color as your eyes.

She helped you in it and clasped her hands together. “My my what a gem you are, under all that muck who knew such a beauty was there”

“Beauty?” I scoffed at her joke. Alright this pre eating pampering act was really something.

“It’s a shame that horrible man bruised up your face like that, the healer was able to make most of them disappear although the biggest one on your cheek was stubborn. He said it would heal within a week or two however.”

“Now let me just fix up your hair and you’ll be all set” her gentle hands ran through my locks slowly and removed all the knots.

She squeezed something thick onto her palms, rubbed them together then ran it through my hair. It smelled like jasmine and when she pulled the mirror I couldn’t believe it.

I looked… so so… clean and put together. No mud or dirt like always and my hair looked soft like silk. Even with the big bruise marring half my face I looked better than I ever have.

I never really got to take baths before. Sometimes I had time to quickly wash in the stream but not more than a quick few minutes because there were many pervs in the household.

“Alright dear let’s not keep Lord Douma waiting any longer” you nodded and she gave you her arm for support.

Patiently she led you out the door, you looked around, nothing looked out of the ordinary. It looked like a normal nobles residence with lined up rooms and beautiful garden work here and there.

Sigh you were so tired and confused and tired of being confused ughh.

You stopped in front of big wooden doors, they were carved brilliantly with lotus flowers.

Hanako knocked twice. “Lord Douma, I’ve brought the girl..” only a moment of silence before the melodic voice rang out again.

“You may enter”

*gulp* here goes nothing..

Hanako pushed the doors open then helped you inside.

You squinted to make out the figure sitting by the candle light.

“Welcome little flower.”

“I’ve been so eager to meet you..”

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yoon-kooks · 2 years

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better than sex | myg | 1

🍑Pairing: Yoongi x Producer!Reader

🍑Genre: fluff, smut, studio!au

🍑Summary: As Min Yoongi’s studio neighbor and self-proclaimed nemesis, you’ve always seen him as someone who knew how to maintain a clean, well-put-together image without any careless slip-ups. But after nearly walking in on him with a hand around his cock, you gain a new perspective that leads to steamy fantasies in your bedroom and much-needed inspiration in the studio for Bangtan’s next album. A week before track submissions are due, you give Yoongi a taste of the dirty demo, and now the selfish bastard wants to claim it for his own solo album. In exchange, he offers to help you produce another Bangtan track by the end of the week. Your only condition is for this track to be better than the sexual fantasies that inspired its predecessor.

🍑Word Count: 4.7k

🍊Parts: 1 ◆ 2

🍑Warnings: yoongi touches boobs, masturbation (m/f), a lot more smut to come in future chapters

🍑A/N: this fic started as a shower thought🚿

As a songwriter and producer, you’re expected to create something out of nothing. You’re expected to turn a blank canvas into the next big hit—something unique, something that would never exist without you. But the thing is, nothing is truly ever spawned out of thin air. Like superheroes who save the world, every song has its own origin story.

This, of course, includes the final track you’ve been working on for Bangtan’s next album. As with many of your best tracks, inspiration hit you while you were showering at one in the morning. Sometimes the inspiration is a reflection of how good or bad your day went. Sometimes it’s sparked by the fruity dessert you just devoured, or the heated breakup you witnessed on your walk home. But not this one.

This one was lust. More specifically, it was the lust you felt after entering Genius Lab with pure intentions and leaving with the vivid mental image of Min Yoongi jerking off in his studio. You hadn’t caught him outright with his hand around his cock, but you certainly walked in before he had time to hide the evidence. You’d always thought him to be a man who never slips up, never shows any sign of weakness.

But boy did he slip up.

One week ago

“Hey Piano Guy, can I borrow you for a sec?” You knock on the studio door next to yours. “I have a melody in my head right now, and I think it’d sound kinda sick on the piano.”

After 30 seconds, there’s still no response. You could always work it out on the piano by yourself, but it’s a lot easier with an extra set of hands. And besides, you don’t hate the idea of spending time with the handsome boy.

“Yoongi, please. Before I forget how it goes. My memory is fading, please.” Just as you raise your fist to pound on his door some more, it swings open. Yoongi leans against the doorframe with a hand in his pocket. The first thing he does is pinch down on the hem of your sleeve, coaxing you to lower your fist out of his face. You don’t think too much about how his forehead and cheeks are looking extra dewy today. He smells like his usual cedarwood cologne, so you don’t suppose he just finished working out, either.

“Isn’t it too early for you to be picking fights with me?” His voice is low and calm, almost like he’d just woken up. On most days, you probably would fight him—he’s the enemy, after all. Not like an actual enemy, though. Just someone who goes along with your banter and gives you something to look forward to at work. Unfortunately, there’s no time for his teasing when there’s a billion-dollar melody on the line.

“I’m not picking a fight with you.” As you correct him, you do a mental calculation of the space between Yoongi’s body and the opposite side of the doorframe. A tight fit, but it might be just enough room to weasel your way in. “I’m enlisting your help for a potential song idea.”

He must’ve caught a glimpse of that mischievous sparkle in your eye because he’s quick to put his arm up across the entrance. “Don’t even think about it.”

You frown, but it doesn’t last long. With a playful grin and fluttery eyelashes, you say, “C’mon, this could be the hook that wins Bangtan a Grammy.”

You notice his fingers slowly slipping against the doorframe. The ends of his lips curve upward ever so slightly. This barricade is coming down whether he likes it or not.

Yoongi looks behind him, combs his fingers through his hair, and lets out a sigh. “You need me? Like right now?”

It’s hard to tell if he’s genuinely trying to shoo you away or if he just wants you to admit that you enjoy being around him. Usually, it’s the latter. But he does seem a bit off today.

“I mean, I could ask Namjoon—”

“Five minutes,” Yoongi cuts you off, dragging you with him into his lair and mumbling to himself about “the things he does for you” and how “you act like you can’t figure it out yourself on the guitar.” You take a seat at the piano bench and pull the boy down right beside you. He supposedly only has a handful of minutes to spare in his busy schedule, and yet here he is, taking his sweet time warming up with some scales.

Either he doesn’t trust Namjoon’s piano skills, or someone’s a little jealous.

For as many times as you’ve watched Yoongi at the piano, it never gets old. His long fingers stroke each key so gracefully, yet with purpose. It takes way more than a few years of dedication and a genuine love of the instrument to be at his level. It’s mesmerizing.

“So what’s this Grammy award-winning banger you speak of?” he asks, creating his own piano version of Yet To Come. Oh right, the banger. How did it go again?

You search every inch of your brain, but instead of recalling the melody you felt so confident in, all you find are Yoongi’s piano covers of Bangtan songs. Well this is awkward.

“It… kind of disappeared from my memory,” you say in a hushed voice, still staring down at the keys. In your defense, Yoongi was a huge distraction with those dexterous piano fingers.

He stops mid-measure and shakes his head at you. “Tsk, tsk, Y/N.” Rather than annoyed, he’s amused. “So were you just using that as an excuse to infiltrate Genius Lab or what?”

You roll your eyes. Yoongi always acts like his studio is some sort of sacred chamber only accessible to those he deems worthy. Maybe you should set up your own high-tech security system for your studio so that you don’t get 20 weekly visits from him like an alley cat coming back for more table scraps.

“Bold assumption, but I only came here with the purest of intentions.” With a hmph, you slide your ass off the bench. Instead of heading for the door, you wander over to the side of his studio with all of the fancy producer equipment. You make yourself comfortable and spin around in his big cushy chair. It’s still radiating leftover heat from Yoongi’s own ass cheeks. “Were you in the middle of something just before I got here?”

The boy strides over, waiting for you to have your back to his desk. He steadies the chair with a strong hand so that you’re facing him and can’t spin around anymore. “That’s confidential information.”

“This chair is still warm, so you were obviously sitting here working on something. You might as well fess up.” You hug your knees to your chest and peer up at him with wonder. “Is it your solo album?”

He doesn’t answer you right away. It’s a yes-or-no question. There shouldn’t be anything to think about. Eventually, though, he shakes his head.

You try not to frown so he doesn’t see your disappointment. Ever since D-2, you’ve been patiently waiting for a solo album from him. Because you’d love to snag a spot on it as one of the producers he collaborates with. But Yoongi doesn’t need to know that right now.

“Can you at least give me a hint, then?” You hop out of the chair, scurry around the boy, and examine his desk. Not much is on it aside from his computer, a few MIDI controllers, and a black bottle of cologne. You wiggle the mouse around to wake the computer up, but the screen remains dark. “Seriously? You turned your computer off so I wouldn’t be able to snoop? Is that why it took you a decade to answer the door?”

“We all know how nosy you are. Like a curious kitten.” His voice comes from right behind you. With the clicks of several buttons, the computer screen flashes on, and he types his password in faster than you can decode it. He takes control of the mouse, but you don’t move out of the way. You can feel just how close his body is to yours, and the cedarwood is starting to drown your mind in mildly dangerous thoughts.

As Yoongi looks through his files for a track that’s “safe enough to show you,” your eyes lock onto the fancy black bottle of that intoxicating cologne. It looks expensive, sleek, and something you’d want to get your paws on.

You scan the bottle for a brand, a name for the scent—anything that will help you get ahold of what’s on Yoongi’s body. But all you find on the front side of the bottle is a simple product description: Personal Moisturizer.

That’s definitely not cologne.

You quickly turn back to the computer screen. An unfinished hip-hop track you’ve never heard before is playing in the background. You don’t even know when Yoongi pressed play. All you know is that you can’t exactly focus on music right now.

You’ve been in Yoongi’s studio plenty of times, and you’ve never seen this bottle sitting so casually on his desk like that. Probably because it’s normally stored away where curious kittens would never check. If it’s still lying around out in the open, then…

Oh god. You’re so fucking oblivious.

No wonder he was trying to shoo you away. No wonder he looked like he’d just gone through an intense workout. No wonder his chair was still warm but his computer wasn’t on. He wasn’t in the middle of work when you knocked on the door. Min Yoongi was in the middle of jerking off, and you just entered his studio without a single clue.

Oh no. You can��t unsee it. It’s too vivid—the image of him panting, slumped in the same chair you were spinning around in like an idiot, hand around his hard wet cock. The long fingers that danced across the piano keys so elegantly were the same violent set of fingers that stroked him into a fervorous state where every ounce of his stoic demeanor had come undone. If his computer wasn’t on with porn plastered across the screen, you wonder who or what he was getting off to.

A tiny, tiny part of you hopes it was you on his mind.

The funny thing is, you’ve never once even thought about him like that. Sure, the two of you have some flirty banter going on, but to you, he’s always been the kind of guy who’s more focused on his music than his sex life. And to be honest, it never actually occurred to you that Yoongi did in fact have a sex life. With that small bit of information, you feel like you’ve gained a whole new perspective. This is why they say curiosity killed the cat. It completely shattered the perfect, well-put-together image you had had of him all this time.

You’ll never see Min Yoongi the same way ever again.

When you return home that night, you aren’t thinking about the company meeting you have tomorrow morning, or what you should pack for lunch, or the award-winning melody that vanished into the abyss along with the rest of your rational thoughts.

You plop your body onto your bed and let yourself think of Yoongi. It’s probably a big mistake, but you can’t help it.

He’s incredibly handsome, you’ve always thought so. And you admire the work he puts into each and every one of his tracks. Likewise, you know he respects you the same. After all, he lets you into his sacred studio more than anyone else. He couldn’t say no to you, even with a whole ass bottle of lube still out in the open.

The image of him with his fingers gripping tightly around his swollen cock haunts your mind once more. His head is thrown back, sweat running down his neck, and he’s out of breath. You want to know how he sounds when he’s overwhelmed with pleasure, when he’s lost all control. His voice is already so raspy, so low, and so goddamn hot. You want him to call you kitten again, but maybe without the “curious” part attached to it. Anything to hear his bedroom voice. A single moan from him might be enough to set you off.

You unbutton your shorts and slip your fingers beneath the lace of your underwear. To your surprise, you’re already soaked in these erotic fantasies you never thought you’d be having about your studio neighbor. You’ve known the guy for two years, and it’s only now that you’re lusting after him? How did you have that much self-control for so long?

A gasp escapes your throat as you rub around your center. You squirm to your own touch as you apply more pressure and speed. Harder, faster. You love it, but it’s familiar and predictable, and it’s been a while since you’ve been pleasured by someone else’s hands. Your body aches for those long veiny fingers to play with you like a piano.

As the pleasure builds, you wonder how far Yoongi had gotten before you rudely interrupted him. It’d feel pretty shitty to be so close yet denied of it all because you decided to knock on his door right at that moment. If you had known what was truly going on behind that door, would you have still chosen music over lust? Or would you have thrown that Grammy away to learn what Min Yoongi tastes like when he’s overtaken by his deepest desires?

In the end, it doesn’t really matter because you came out of his studio with neither.

After a rather underwhelming orgasm, you roll off your bed and drag your feet into the bathroom for a hot shower.

You know you should stop while you’re still ahead. Fantasies need to remain fantasies and nothing more. Sex between you and Yoongi isn’t going to happen. It’s not worth sacrificing the music you need to be making with him instead of love. You hate that you were considering it for even a second.

But your irrational desires need an outlet.

As hot water trickles down your body, the steam clouds your thoughts. And in the haze, you long for something new and different. Now that you know what you know, you wish Yoongi would show you that other side of himself, the side he keeps hidden behind those studio doors.

You want it so bad.

And that’s when it hits you.

It’s been a week since you visited Yoongi in his studio on that fateful morning. You’ve been hard at work, piecing together the final track for Bangtan’s album. The demo is nearly complete, and you’re actually super satisfied with how it’s turning out. The vibe is sensual, full of temptation, and far dirtier than any other track with your name on it.

It only makes sense that the file name for this track is “sex.wav,” which will of course be changed before anyone else sees it. You’ve always had a bad habit of naming your track files based on the first thing that comes to mind, and it really shows where your head has been at this week.

Even Jimin, who helped you record the demo, asked if there was some sort of recent breakthrough in your sex life. When you told him no, he winked and said, “Yoongi is single, you know.” Sometimes you regret confiding in Jimin about your desire to make it onto Yoongi’s solo album because now he’s under the impression that you have some sort of crush on the rapper.

For the record, you don’t have feelings for Yoongi. It’d just be nice to fuck him once, get it out of your system, and the two of you will probably be back to the usual harmless banter that keeps you going every day.

You have to admit, though, your sexual urges came through when you needed them most. After losing the precious (and very wholesome) brain cells containing that award-winning melody, you were in desperate need of a new idea to go off of for that final track. Thanks to the hot and bothered part of your brain, you became super inspired and productive.

For once in your music career, you’re actually a whole week ahead of schedule instead of just barely meeting deadlines at midnight. With the sex.wav demo near completion, you’ll have this week to relax and take time for yourself.

Thank you, Min Yoongi.

“Y/N, can I come in?” Speaking of the devil, Yoongi pops his head in the doorway. It’s his third visit to your studio this week, and it’s only Monday.

“Come, come,” you say, gesturing for him to hurry on in. You’re confident he’ll vibe with the track, and you’re excited to hear what he has to say about it.

“Jimin told me you guys finished recording the demo,” he says over your shoulder. He places a hand on top of your chair and leans his weight against it like he owns the place.

“We did.” You sit up tall in your chair with a healthy glow and hand the boy some headphones. “I might still go back and tweak a few things, but it’s pretty much done.”

You stare up at him shamelessly as he focuses all of his attention on your demo. Yoongi is the type of guy who doesn’t react or say much on his first listen. He’ll always listen with an open mind and give you his honest opinion once he’s had time to take it all in. That’s why he’s always one of the first people you show your work to.

When the demo ends, he doesn’t hit replay. Instead, he hangs the headphones around his neck and stares at your computer screen, deep in thought. You start to think he hated it so much that he can’t even give it a second listen and he’s trying to find the right words to tell you.

“Why did you name the file sex.wav?” Ah shit, he wasn’t supposed to see that. No one was.

“It’s sexy, isn’t it?” you say softly, starting to shrink in your chair. He still hasn’t said whether he likes it or not.

“Yeah,” he agrees. He drums his fingertips against your desk. You wonder if those fingers have touched any cock lately. “It’s different from your usual stuff.”

You just blink at him, unsure of how to react. Good different or bad different?

“Good different,” he clarifies, as if he’s read your mind. He’s still not giving you much to go off of, though. And you’re starting to get impatient.

Yoongi looks at you, opens his mouth to say something, but then closes it. You’ve never seen the boy so speechless.

“What?” you ask. If he doesn’t spit it out right now, you’re going to lose it.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Please.” It’s hard to read his straight face, but something’s definitely on his mind. You need to know what’s bothering him.

“Who inspired it?” he asks. Not what. Who. This must be his not-so-subtle way of asking who you’ve been sleeping with. It’s none of his business, really. And he knows it. That’s why he was so hesitant to ask in the first place.

“Are you sure you want to hear about all the guys I’ve had sex with?” You casually raise an eyebrow at him and watch closely for a reaction. Maybe it’ll make him jealous.

“It’s about all the sex you’ve ever had?” He looks like he’s not fully convinced. No, it’s actually about the sex you haven’t had. The good kind. The wild kind. The kind that ends with you all tangled in the sheets with Min Yoongi. But you can’t tell him that.

“I’m just fucking with you. I wish I could say I’ve had good enough sex to inspire this track.” You take a jab at yourself, but you really hope you aren’t coming across as lonely or needy for a man.

Yoongi’s face relaxes a little more, still drumming those fingers against your desk. “I wouldn’t have guessed.”

He doesn’t elaborate on that, nor do you ask him to.

“Can I have it?” he asks out of nowhere. Have what? Sex with you? “On my solo album?”

Oh.

“You want this track on your album?” Is the boy really tempting you with something you’ve waited so long for? Of course you want to scream yes, but… “You’d really steal from Bangtan to claim it as your own?”

“Well, when you put it that way, I sound like a selfish asshole,” he pouts. Since when did Min Yoongi ever pout? You’ve never seen this side of him either. It’s fascinating.

You bite your lip. “Yoongi, I’d be down, but the deadline is approaching and I’m going to be one track short if I give you this one.”

“When’s the deadline?”

“Next Monday.”

The boy pulls out his phone and flicks his thumb across the screen. If you had to guess, he’s checking his schedule.

“I’ll help you produce another one for Bangtan,” he says so casually and confidently.

“Are you sure you’ll have time for that?” You don’t know Yoongi’s full schedule off the top of your head, but you do recall Jimin mentioning this week would be hectic for the group.

“I’ll make time.” All he does is shrug. “I should be free after 10 on most nights. Sunday, I can be in the studio by 6AM—”

“Yoongi.” You stop him before he can say anything else outrageous. Not that you’re being any more rational. You’re about to kiss your much-deserved week of freedom goodbye all for this boy with a pouty lip. “I’ll see what I can do, and you can pitch in. But please don’t overwork yourself for this.” You point at the screen, at the track he wants so badly.

He nods. “Thanks, Y/N.”

You want to ask Yoongi what he’ll give you in return for doing him this favor, but you aren’t really interested in anything from him aside from his company. And maybe sex.

Instead, you ask, “May I ask why you want this track so badly?”

“Because I like it.” He pulls the headphones off his neck and hangs them around yours. There’s no way he fell in love with the track after listening to it only once. That’s unheard of for him. There must be another reason. “Oh, and I also heard you wanted a spot on my solo album.”

You’re going to kill Park Jimin.

“Right,” you say, spinning your chair around so that Yoongi can’t see the nasty texts you’re sending to his friend.

Y/N💅 [8:23PM] “fuck you park jimin”

Y/N💅 [8:23PM] “i thought we agreed not to tell my nemesis that id like to be on his solo album”

Jimin🍡 [8:24PM] “Yoongi’s your nemesis?”

Jimin🍡 [8:24PM] “I thought you had a raging boner for him🍆”

Y/N💅 [8:24PM] “i hate you btw”

“You have a raging boner for me?” You hear a mix of shock, amusement, and arrogance over your shoulder. But mostly arrogance. You lock your phone screen even though it’s already too late. You’ve been caught. Evidently, you aren’t the only nosy one here.

You swing your head around, practically nose to nose with your nemesis. He can probably feel the heat radiating from your cheeks. But you don’t back off. Instead, you glare. “Neither you nor Jimin know what you’re talking about.”

“I guess only you know then, Y/N.” Yoongi doesn’t back away either. He eyes your lips the way you eye a strawberry popsicle on the hottest day of the year. You make a conscious effort to not let your eyes do the same. You don’t need to be reminded of how perfectly plush his lips must feel against everything they touch.

But if he wants to play this game with you, you’ll play along. And you won’t lose.

You lean in closer and graze your cheek against his. In a hushed voice, you say, “Do you want to know who really inspired that track?”

He nods against your skin. Your lips tickle his ear.

“I was visiting a friend last week, and I left his place with a new perspective. I thought, maybe this guy wasn’t just the grumpy asshole workaholic I knew him to be. Maybe he’d been hiding this dirty, sexed-up side of himself the whole time.” You pause for dramatic effect. “Do you want to know why I thought this?”

He nods again.

“You forgot to hide your personal moisturizer before I walked into your studio.” You finally lean back to see the look on his face. His pupils are huge, his lips are parted, but he doesn’t necessarily look embarrassed for someone who was practically caught with his hands in his pants.

In fact, the more time he spends thinking about it, the more he realizes what your story says about you. “So what you’re saying is that you do in fact have a raging boner for me and I was your inspiration for that sex track? I’m honored.”

You hate that he’s such a good listener who knows how to dissect every word you say.

“Would y’all quit saying I have a raging boner?” You roll your eyes, but it does feel oddly satisfying when Yoongi and Jimin treat you like one of the guys.

“What should I call it then?” Yoongi chuckles. He doesn’t do it often, but you like it when he laughs. “Horny eyes? Unfulfilled sexual desires? A wet p—”

You get up and give him a light shove against the desk. He’s still got a smirk on his face as you pin him there. “Call it a severe distaste for your bullshit,” you say sweetly with a handful of his shirt in your fist.

A strong hand cups your chin. He leans in close enough for you to smell the minty lip balm you always see him applying. You want to taste it. “Admit it,” he says, “You like my bullshit.”

You feel each of his words against your lips. By the time he reached “bullshit,” you’d already pressed your lips into his. He doesn’t fight it. You taste the mint, then his tongue.

His hands start to wander along your curves. He finds the bare skin between your crop top and high-waisted shorts and works his way up your ribs. You hope he can’t feel the goosebumps when his thumbs sneak into your bra and flirt with the sides of your breasts. You just want him to keep exploring and familiarizing himself with your body.

In the next moment, he has you pinned in with your ass on top of the desk. In front of you is not the grumpy idol boy you’ve maintained a clean, professional relationship with for the past two years. The Yoongi standing here between your thighs is an irresistible temptation. He’s your fantasy turned reality. And maybe he wants you as much as you want him.

But before you can loop your limbs around him and lasso him in for more, he steps back and points his thumb at the door. “I have to get back to my studio.”

No, he doesn’t. He’s just playing hard to get. And you hate him for it.

“To work or to jerk off?” you call out as he walks further and further away from you.

“Work, of course,” he sings. You don’t believe him. He’s a liar and a tease. “I’ll see you tomorrow night, Y/N. To work on the new track.”

You almost forgot about that replacement track. After all, Yoongi’s hands and lips were pretty big distractions that you once again fell victim to. But regardless of the hold he thinks he has on you now, you still want to establish strict criteria for the song you’ll be working on with him. Only one thing comes to your flustered mind.

“Wait, Yoongi.” You wait for him to turn back around in the doorway. There’s still a hint of a smile lingering on his face. He probably thinks you’re calling him back for some more studio mischief. Too bad he’s wrong. “I have one condition for that new track.”

“Go on.”

“It has to be better than the sex track I’m giving you for your solo album.” You kick your legs back and forth—the same legs that could’ve been squeezing Yoongi’s waist in a heated makeout session right about now. “Way better.”

You won’t accept anything less from the man.

“So it has to be better than your cute little erotic fantasies of me?” Yoongi puts a hand up. Then he’s gone. “Shouldn’t be an issue.”

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Obsolete Stars

Last Update: 20th/April 2024

Last updated word count: + 19k including code Read time: ~5h 45min Join the discord

Currently available: Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 full

Take me to the demo. Now.

Disclaimer: While I do have an outline, this is a first draft/proof of concept situation. There will be many errors and things like personality options, and further expansion of the world around you, will be expanded once the first draft is done. Thank you for understanding.

Intro

So let’s be real, we all read fanfiction that followed the prompt of “Help, my parents sold me off to [insert boy band/ celebrate crush/ tumblr sexy man of the week)!”, but unlike those fanfictions, you weren’t sold off to your hot crush. After a life in isolation, your father, the king, sells you off to marry the prince of another country. With nothing but two guards, you make your way to meet the dreaded fate of marriage. Along the way, you will make friends, learn the truth about your kingdom, and find yourself in positions much worse than a forced marriage. One can only pray for your survival.

In this game you will explore your kingdom and what happened to the magic realm. It will include sensitive topics, and possible explicit content in the future.

The game focuses on interpersonal relationships.

What else?

Play as Male, Female, Nonbinary (option to customize your pronouns, future trans options planned)

Date one (or more) of your 7 friends

Play as straight, queer, poly, mono, or just be aro or ace

Be a total ass to your spouse or just accept your fate

Have fun seeing your kingdom in ruins!

Get your friends killed

Get yourself killed

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Okay cool, but what about dating?

Tarek/Takischa (he/him; she/her) (Ftm/Mtf) (genderselectable)

Old and grumpy, TK is 15 years your senior and has been serving the palace your entire life. They are stoic and devoted to the crown, they take their job more than serious, sometimes they can even parental or possessive. Underneath their blank face, you know they care for you, and they always will.

They are 6′3 and have ashen honey hair, curly and cutting off just above their eyes. Pale green eyes set deep against their ivory skin. They hide almost all of their skin with layers of clothing.

(Great if you have parental issues.)

Samuel/Samira (he/him; she/her) (Ftm/Mtf) (genderselectable)

Young and curious, Sammy is just a year younger than yourself, they can be naive and easy trusting. They’re optimistic and want to impress you and all their friends. Sammy has a lot to learn, and they’re more than eager to do so. With enough care and time, Sammy will grow into a great protector.

Sammy is 5′9 with very short black hair. Against their warm beige skin tone, their monolidded eyes are a deep reddish brown. They wear simple robust clothes.

Sammy is ace and sex neutral.

(Great if you don’t enjoy angst)

Alia (she/they) (afab)

A quiet person, she keeps to herself, but always stays polite, she is a shrine maiden and TKs friend. She is a peacemaker at heart, and tries to deescalate every situation. She would be considered one of the strongest magic users, if she would ever use it. She is about six years your senior.

Alia is 5′3 and has bronze hair that is cut into a short wolf hairstyle. Blue eyes against satin freckled skin. She wears a lavender dress, with white clothing to cover her arm.

Alia is ace and sex repulsed.

(Great if you like slow burn)

Sascha (He/they) (Ftm)

He is about ten years older, but that can be quickly forgotten by how charming, egotistical and even cowardly he can act. He is not only a danger to you and your friends, but themselves too. He pulls danger from beyond your understanding into your orbit. He is a teasing smart ass that isn’t above blackmailing or hurting anyone. Not to forget that he committed the highest crime there is, stealing a magic companions.

They are 6′1 and have long grey-white hair that falls to his hips. He has very pale skin and ice blue eyes. He wears high quality clothes, and a golden jacket that fades into a deep red.

Sascha is ace and sex positive.

(Great test of your patience.)

Kate (she/her) (Mtf)

Just a few years older than you, she is noble and a healer, she is a loud and loving personality. With teasing smile, she cares deeply about everyone’s well-being, but will never be above calling anyone out.

She is 6′0, her chocolate goddess locs fall beneath her shoulders, the curls fading into a pink color. Dark deep brown eyes against warm yet ashen honey skin tone. She wears pink toned dresses and many accessories.

(Great if you like women.)

Mikhail (he/they) (amab)

The prince of Riag, your spouse, and the second general. His easy going and considerate personality makes it hard to grasp, that he is celebrated by his own soldiers and nobles of his country, deeply feared by anyone outside his country. A war criminal for his country. Beloved warrior, lover of war. He is only a few years your senior.

Mikail is 5′7 and their dark brown hair would fall to his shoulders, if it wasn’t pulled back into a ponytail. The tips of his hair fading into an earthy, almost blueish green tone, matching his eyes against his cool olive skin tone. He wears short clothing due to the heat in Riag and the many training sessions they have daily.

(Great if you believe everyone deserves a second chance.)

Gigi (she/her) (afab)

She promised Judgement Day.

Gigi is 5′6 and with ash blonde hair curling around her soft face frame, cutting off just below her ears, and light brown, almost hazel eyes. She wears primarily black with orange accessories.

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IDOLiSH7 Part 6 Chapter 12.1 - 12.2 (ZOOL's scene)

Please note that I am not a professional translator. If you come across any mistakes, feel free to let me know and I will make the necessary corrections.

Chapter 12.1:

Minami Natsume: This is our new song’s demo. Please listen to it.

Touma Inumaru: So it’s finally done!

Haruka Isumi: It’s the song we’ll be singing at the New Black or White, right?

Torao Mido: What kind of song is it?

Minami Natsume: Before we proceed, I'd like to make it clear that I won't be accepting any criticism from you all.

Minam Natsume: I’m only willing to listen to praises.

Torao Mido: There’s no need to be so menacing…..

Touma Inumaru: Basically, that means you’re super confident about this song, right?

Minami Natsume: ...........

Minami Natsume: Well… yes, that’s right….

Touma Inumaru: Then I’m really looking forward to it!

Haruka Isumi: What’s the title?

Minami Natsume: Did I forget to mention it?

Minami Natsume: It’s “Utopia”.

Haruka Isumi: That’s a cool title! Ah, it started. … Woah!

Touma Inumaru: Ah….!

Torao Mido: Oh….!

Minami Natsume: What are these reactions supposed to mean…?

Touma Inumaru: This is good!

Haruka Isumi: It’s cool!

Torao Mido: I like it!

Minami Natsume: You three and your limited vocabulary…..

Minami Natsume: More. I need you all to praise me properly.

Touma Inumaru: It’s the best of the best! Mina, you’re a genius!

Haruka Isumi: If this is our song, we’re definitely going to win!

Torao Mido: It’s perfect! The entire world will bow down to you, Minami!

Minami Natsume: … Yay!!

Touma Inumaru: Now that’s a rare sight, he’s frolicking…

Minami Natsume: Let’s listen to it again from the top. Please praise me for each lyric, one at a time.

Haruka Isumi: You’re super, super, SUPER cool! You’re the only one who’s capable of composing a song like this, Minami. You’re the greatest in the world!

Torao Mido: That’s right! Now there’s no way we can lose. Let’s win with this song!

Minami Natsume: Yes, absolutely. And since you’ve said that, please put your body on the line too.

Torao Mido: Huh?

Touma Inumaru: Show us some cool, daring moves! How about around this part of the song?

Haruka Isumi: Sounds good! Let’s blow their minds! Torao, can you do it?

Torao Mido: Fu… Who do you think you’re talking to?

Touma Inumaru: Okay, I’m slowly starting to get a handle on how to deal with Tora!

- Door opens -

Shiro Utsugi: Please excuse me.

Haruka Isumi: Utsugi-san, did you listen to the song Minami made?

Shiro Utsugi: Yes, I was able to listen to it earlier. It felt like the advent of a godlike song.

Shiro Utsugi: Natsume-san, I don’t think I can convey what I feel through spoken words alone, so I will prepare a 10,000 word report later.

Minami Natsume: Fufu, thank you very much.

Shiro Utsugi: Now that the new song is finished, there is somebody I would like to introduce to you all.

Haruka Isumi: Somebody you want to introduce to us….?

Chapter 12.2:

Touma Inumaru: Is that person here right now?

Shiro Utsugi: No, they said they wished to greet you all through a video call. Let me just set up the laptop first.

Minami Natsume: What kind of person are they…?

Shiro Utsugi: Ah, please wait a moment… it’s connected to these headphones right now, so before I switch to the speakers, let me just check with them once again.

Shiro Utsugi: [On the call] Hello? Did you decide on your character?

Haruka Isumi: … “Decide on your character”….?

Shiro Utsugi: [On the call] Anything’s fine. Huh? Ah… ughhh, what a pain. Okay, fine, I got it.

Touma Inumaru: He’s totally snubbing this person….

Shiro Utsugi: Thank you for your patience! Allow me to introduce you to a highly-respected world-class event artist.

Torao Mido: Uh, that didn’t really sound like how one would speak to a highly-respected world-class artist…

Minami Natsume: What is their name?

Shiro Utsugi: Ah, that’s right… please wait a moment.

Shiro Utsugi: [On the call] What’re you gonna do? Which one are you going with? Did you decide already?

Touma Inumaru: We can hear you asking them that, though…

Haruka Isumi: This manager’s introducing us to a really shady person……

Shiro Utsugi: Thank you for your patience! His name is Mr. Moonlight Ichiro.

Minami Natsume: Mr. Moonlight Ichiro….

Torao Mido: Have you heard of him before?

Minami Natsume: Unfortunately, I have no idea who he is either…

Shiro Utsugi: Then, I will be switching to the speakers now. I apologize, but there will be a mosaic filter on his face.

Touma Inumaru: Why!? SERIOUSLY, why!?

Shiro Utsugi: We’re starting now~

- Beep -

Haruka Isumi: Oh! It started…

Torao Mido: Can he hear us already?

Minami Natsume: It would appear so…... Nice to meet you, Mr. Moonlight Ichiro. I’m ZOOL’s Minami Natsume.

Moonlight Ichiro: Yes… Nice to meet you.

Moonlight Ichiro: I am Moonlight Ichiro.

Touma Inumaru: [Internally] … Ryo-san….?

Haruka Isumi: [Internally] … Isn’t that Ryo-san…?

Torao Mido: [Internally] … Is that Ryo-san…?

Minami Natsume: [Internally] … Is that not Ryo-san….?

Moonlight Ichiro: Right then, without further ado, before you compete at the New Black or White, I would like to offer you all some advice.

Touma Inumaru: Now hold on a second… you’re Ryo-san, aren’t you?

Moonlight Ichiro: I am not.

Haruka Isumi: You’re Ryo Tsukumo, right?

Moonlight Ichiro: I am Moonlight Jiro.

Torao Mido: The more I listen to your voice, the more it sounds just like Ryo-san’s though… Also, did you just say “Jiro”?

Moonlight Ichiro: Tch… See? What did I tell you, Shiro? Come on, do it quickly.

Shiro Utsugi: Hold on, I’ll try to do it now…..

Minami Natsume: What are you setting up on the laptop, Utsugi-san….?

Shiro Utsugi: I apologize; it might become a bit harder to hear his voice, but... ah, it's finally done!

Moonlight Ichiro: [With a voice changer] Yes. I’m Moonlight Ichiro.

Touma Inumaru: Oh, never mind, it’s different from Ryo-san’s voice…… AS IF WE’D THINK THAT!

Haruka Isumi: Now you’re just blatantly using a voice changer! Come on, you’re Ryo-san, aren’t you!?

Moonlight Ichiro: I am not.

Torao Mido: It IS you! Utsugi-san, get rid of that mosaic filter on his face.

Shiro Utsugi: Is it okay if I do, Ryo-kun?

Moonlight Ichiro: Of course it’s not okay, idiot!

Minami Natsume: He’s even calling him “Ryo-kun” now…

Moonlight Ichiro: Moving on, I’ll give you some valuable advice that you’ll be grateful for, so listen to what I say carefully.

Touma Inumaru: This takes me back, Ryo-san! Have you been well?

Moonlight Ichiro: I haven’t. I mean, this is our first meeting.

Haruka Isumi: Did you watch “BLAST”?

Moonlight Ichiro: I did! That final episode was no good.

Torao Mido: It was good though?! I did that jump myself, you know!

Moonlight Ichiro: Oh, I know. I read it in the magazine.

Minami Natsume: Would you like to listen to the new song?

Moonlight Ichiro: It’s done already?! The one for the New Black or White?

Minami Natsume: Yes.

Moonlight Ichiro: Okay, just send me the file.

Shiro Utsugi: Ryo-kun. Are we done with the whole “Mr. Moonlight” act now, then?

Moonlight Ichiro: Don’t call it an “act”! Everything’s ruined now because of you.

Shiro Utsugi: Nothing’s ruined yet. If you forcibly continue the act, you might still be able to succeed.

Moonlight Ichiro: Really?

Shiro Utsugi: Maybe?

Haruka Isumi: I’m telling you, it’s not possible. Utsugi-san, do you think we’re stupid?

Shiro Utsugi: Oh, no, I wouldn’t dare to think that.

Haruka Isumi: The person on the other side of the screen is Ryo-san, right?

Shiro Utsugi: Huh……..?

Haruka Isumi: A grown man like you shouldn’t be tilting your head to the side and playing dumb like that!

Minami Natsume: Oh well, I think it’s alright. So, then, Mr. Moonlight, what kind of advice do you have for us exactly?

Minami Natsume: We are no longer going to be dictated by the will of others.

Moonlight Ichiro: Fu… so you’re able to say things like that now, huh.

Moonlight Ichiro: With the goal of triumphing at the New Black or White, I’ll give you some advice on organizing ZOOL’s mini-live.

Haruka Isumi: We don't need it! Don't attempt to involve yourself with us while you're still unwilling to drop the act!

Haruka Isumi: Say it properly. You’re Ryo-san, right? You want to be involved with us, right?

Moonlight Ichiro: …………..

Moonlight Ichiro: You’re wrong.

Haruka Isumi: Utsugi-san, cut the call!

Shiro Utsugi: Understood.

Moonlight Ichiro: Don’t understand him!

Haruka Isumi: See you then, Mosaic Man!

Torao Mido: Wait, wait, calm down! Isn’t this Moonlight thing good enough for now?

Haruka Isumi: You’re too lenient, Torao!

Torao Mido: I mean, I also just went through something similar with the whole, you know, not being able to properly express what I really wanted to do thing, or whatever, so…

Moonlight Ichiro: What the heck are you on about, idiot? I bet in reality, you nearly wet yourself during the action scenes and swapped with the stuntman at the last moment, didn’t you? Because, you know, you lack guts.

Torao Mido: ………………. Haha….….

Torao Mido: Utsugi-san, cut the call.

Shiro Utsugi: Right, I agree.

Moonlight Ichiro: Why are you agreeing with him?!

Shiro Utsugi: Ryo-kun. If you’re just going to mindlessly insult ZOOL, I’m going to cut the call. This is a really important time for them.

Shiro Utsugi: I only set this whole call up for you because you said you had something to say to them. If you don’t, I’m going to end it here.

Moonlight Ichiro: …… Fine. Remove the mosaic.

Shiro Utsugi: As you wish.

Moonlight Ichiro: It’s just as you all say. My true identity is, indeed, the one who scouted you four……..

Ryo Tsukumo: ….. Ryo Tsukumo.

Touma Inumaru: Hm…? Did the blur on the screen just get stronger?

Minami Natsume: Utsugi-san, what did you press?

Shiro Utsugi: Oh? That’s strange……

Ryo Tsukumo: I have my own proper reasons for not revealing my true identity to you four right away. You see, I’m purely in the position of watching over--

Haruka Isumi: Wai- Ryo-san, can we hold off on the serious talk until this gets fixed? It's starting to feel like a police investigation with that mosaic over your face.

Ryo Tsukumo: What…. Hey, what are you doing? This is an important moment, damn it!

Shiro Utsugi: Uh. Hey, Ryo-kun. What did you mess with when we played that game a while back using our faces?

Ryo Tsukumo: The app we downloaded. Isn’t that obvious?

Minami Natsume: These old men with plenty of time on their hands… they spend quite the pleasant time playing with each other, apparently.

Haruka Isumi: So you can still play those kinds of games even after you become an adult… I feel kinda relieved now.

Touma Inumaru: I'm surprised they actually seem to get along pretty well...

Shiro Utsugi: Oh we don’t get along. But I suppose you could say we're sort of like childhood friends, so I’ve been looking after him for a long time now.

Ryo Tsukumo: I’m the one who’s been looking after you. You’re from a commoner family, after all.

Shiro Utsugi: No, I’m the one. You were hated by your family, weren’t you? Ah, it’s finally fixed.

Ryo Tsukumo: [Now normal] Hello there. It’s been a while.

Touma Inumaru: Long time no see. You could’ve just contacted us instead of going about it in such a roundabout way!

Ryo Tsukumo: I was busy.

Minami Natsume: So you haven’t met with Momo-san either? I thought he was a good friend of yours.

Ryo Tsukumo: He isn’t, so I didn’t meet him. But, well, I suppose I can drop by to console him after the New Black or White ends.

Haruka Isumi: Console him? Why?

Ryo Tsukumo: Because ZOOL will be the ones to win, obviously.

Haruka Isumi: ….. Ryo-san….

Minami Natsume: You said that you have some advice for us, but what kind of advice is it?

Ryo Tsukumo: That, I will decide after this. First, tell me the setlist! Or are you going to refuse because I’m an outsider?

Touma Inumaru: That’s only natural. You disappear like that and don’t even contact us a single time afterward…

Ryo Tsukumo: What? Are you mad or something?

Touma Inumaru: I am.

Ryo Tsukumo: ……….

Touma Inumaru: It might not be that I’m actually angry. There are things I’m grateful to you for as well, and despite everything, I can’t really hate you.

Touma Inumaru: But as ZOOL’s leader, I absolutely cannot allow people that I think might hurt these guys to get close to them.

Touma Inumaru: That’s also why I think Utsugi-san called you an outsider too. So, which one are you?

Touma Inumaru: Will you support us and help in realizing this dream alongside us, or are you just here on a whim to pick on us?

Touma Inumaru: Answer us properly…… We already know that you covered for us and disappeared alone to protect ZOOL.

Touma Inumaru: Will you hold our hand once again, properly this time? Please tell us.

Ryo Tsukumo: …………..

Ryo Tsukumo: You four really are idiots.… After I used you so much, you really thought I was protecting you?

Ryo Tsukumo: And on top of that, you want me to hold your hands? You all are idols selling your images, aren’t you? You really are feeble-minded and foolish.

Ryo Tsukumo: I was feeling bored so I thought I’d prick and play with you for a bit, but I’m over it now. My real identity got exposed anyway.

Ryo Tsukumo: That’s the end of that. Shiro, you can cut the call now.

Haruka Isumi: The real idiot is you. Stuuupid.

Ryo Tsukumo: What?

Torao Mido: That really was nonsensical. Utsugi-san, pass me the laptop.

Shiro Utsugi: Here you go.

Ryo Tsukumo: What are you doing? Hey, I can only see Torao’s face in this spot.

Torao Mido: Aren’t you lucky then? You guys, this is fine, right?

Touma Inumaru: Yeah.

Minami Natsume: I don’t mind.

Ryo Tsukumo: What are you secretly whispering about?

Torao Mido: There, I just sent it to you. The setlist. Although it’s not final yet.

Ryo Tsukumo: … Hmm……

Touma Inumaru: We’re thinking about this earnestly and working hard on it in our own way.

Touma Inumaru: If you have any advice, we’d like to hear it. But… I ask that you don’t thoughtlessly try to hurt us.

Touma Inumaru: If we’re affected by your words and can’t give our absolute best during our performance because of that, that would be the worst.

Touma Inumaru: You not liking us even a bit... we don't believe that anymore, Ryo-san.

Minami Natsume: But it’s also true that you left our side without saying a word to us.

Minami Natsume: The present us need someone who may not necessarily love us but is willing to take responsibility for us…..

Minami Natsume: Rather than someone who loves us but is not willing to take responsibility.

Shiro Utsugi: Why are you looking at me? I truly do love you all.

Minami Natsume: If you’re going to be considerate towards our feelings, then let’s play together again sometime.

Minami Natsume: Being an idol is the game Ryo-san taught us— it’s the greatest game in this world.

Ryo Tsukumo: ……………

Haruka Isumi: It's okay, right? You’ll come to cheer us on, won’t you?

Haruka Isumi: I know that you came to watch us last year. I saw you from the stage at last year’s Black or White.

Ryo Tsukumo: …………… Fu……..

Ryo Tsukumo: As if I would cheer for you. I don’t even like idols in the first place.

Ryo Tsukumo: … But, maybe every once in a while, Moonlight Ichiro might make some favorable comments towards you all.

Torao Mido: You’re still going to continue with that character despite failing as hard as you did?

Touma Inumaru: Alright, we got it. In that case, this marks our farewell with you.

Touma Inumaru: But I'm glad we got to see you doing well.

Ryo Tsukumo: Mmm… likewise.

Minami Natsume: Please contact us whenever you feel like it.

Torao Mido: Come to see us, alright? On the day of the event too.

Ryo Tsukumo: If I have the time, maybe.

Haruka Isumi: Cheer us on.

Ryo Tsukumo: Do your best.

Haruka Isumi: ……………

Ryo Tsukumo: … Break a leg.

Haruka Isumi: …. Yeah. Thanks.

Ryo Tsukumo: Haha…….. Shiro, that’s enough. End the call now.

Shiro Utsugi: Understood.

- Beep -

Shiro Utsugi: I disconnected the call. I apologize for taking up your time during such a busy period.

ZOOL: ……………

Touma Inumaru: We’re idols, so… it would be nice if someday we could make Ryo-san happy, too.

Torao Mido: Yeah…..

Shiro Utsugi: You all really are very kind...… hm?

- Phone ringing -

Minami Natsume: There’s an incoming call again…. Is it alright if I pick up?

Shiro Utsugi: Go ahead.

- Beep -

Minami Natsume: Hello, who is this?

Moonlight Ichiro: Hello, this is Moonlight Ichiro speaking!

Minami Natsume: ……….

Haruka Isumi: You're surprisingly quick at changing gears, Ryo-san….

The End.

#idolish7 #zool #idolish7 part 6 #idolish7 translation #isumi haruka #inumaru touma #natsume minami #mido torao #utsugi shiro #tsukumo ryo #i7 #ainana

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seven miles straight up — greg hirsch x fem!reader

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greg hirsch is afraid of flying and in need of a distraction — luckily you’re an expert in that field.

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contains: just pure fluff, love confessions, kind of cliché but whatever….we all need some cliché greg fluff i think

disclaimer: i do not proofread my work so please excuse any grammatical errors! so happy to be back writing again before the new season :)

"Do you ever, like, get nervous when you fly?"

Greg posed the question as you stood next to him, waiting to board the 777 bound for London. In a few days you'd both be attending what Tom promised would be the "marital event of the century". Everyone else would be making the journey in sleek private jets or at least a decent commercial business class. You and Greg, however, were stuck flying coach. It's not like either of you could afford much else.

You paused to ponder Greg's question.

"No, not really. I mean, I trust the pilots. You know, air travel is statistically the safest form of travel," you looked up at your friend standing next to you. "How about you?"

He was always anxious. After being his friend for the past few months, you knew that. It wouldn't surprise you to find out that he's a nervous flyer.

"Oh, uh, me? No," he shook his head. "Definitely not. 40,000 feet is like nothing."

"7 and a half miles straight up is nothing?" you teased.

"Yeah, that's like doing the walk from your apartment to that brunch place you like, like 7 times," he said matter-of-factly. "It's easy."

You chuckled and shook your head. It was an easy walk, two miles round trip. You and Greg had made it a tradition to get Sunday brunch once he started working with you at Waystar. You needed a set day to release your work frustrations, and it didn't hurt to add a mimosa in the mix.

Once you boarded the plane, you wished you could've opted for the business class seat. Sure, it was uncomfortable for you, but Greg? Zero legroom. You watched as he shifted his legs around, trying to settle on the least uncomfortable position.

"You good?" you asked as you noticed him shift his focus to the tiny screen on the back of the seat in front of him.

"Oh yeah, just...just, you know. Settling in."

Whether he wanted to admit it or not, you could tell he was anxious. Worse than that, anxious and uncomfortable. Anxious, uncomfortable, and in need of a distraction.

"So, Tom's wedding," you shifted the conversation. "That's sure to be interesting."

“Uh huh,” he replied, nervously looking around the cabin upon hearing the ding for the seatbelt sign.

You were going to need a better distraction than that.

“Hey, how about we play a game?” You suggested.

Greg’s attention returned to you at the mention of a game.

“Like what kind of game? I don’t think you’re supposed to, like, stand up during takeoff, you know?”

“This game doesn’t require any standing. It’s called truth or drink. It’s like truth or dare except if you don’t want to tell the truth you, well, you drink,” you explained. “If you dodge all of my questions you’ll get drunk, fall asleep, and forget that the ground is 7 miles below us.”

Greg hesitated for a minute, debating whether or not he should actually take out the safety card for the safety demo. Nobody else seemed to be paying attention.

“I mean, it sounds like fun but what if I drink too much and we crash and then I’m, like, too incoherent to evacuate?”

“Well, in that case I’ll make sure to answer all of your questions so I can stay sober enough to help you out of the plane. Deal?”

He nodded, watching the window as the plane began to pull away from the gate.

“Great!” you grinned. “I mean, we won’t be able to get any drinks until after takeoff so for now it’ll need to be truth or truth. So get your good questions out now.”

“Okay,” he paused for a minute. “If you could have any job at Waystar, what would it be?”

“Easy. Head of entertainment,” you said. “I could get out of New York and set up shop in the LA office. Enjoy the sunshine and get myself a little bungalow in the Hollywood hills with a pool. You get the gist.”

“Wow, that was quick,” Greg chuckled. “You don’t like working in parks and cruises?”

You shrugged. “I mean, it’s alright. I don’t think it’s a forever job, though.”

“Yeah, yeah, no. Not a forever job,” he replied.

“Okay, your turn,” you smiled.

The truth was, this little distraction game of yours had ulterior motives. It sounds so high school, but ever since Greg began working with you, you had been head over heels for him. You loved how he always waited for you after a meeting. You loved it when he came over to your desk with one of those little plastic water cups. You even loved it when he needed help with something because, despite your heavy workload, helping him with his tasks just made you feel good.

You had to know if he felt the same way even through the means of a stupid game.

You knew that you couldn’t just outright say “who’s the prettiest girl in the office” (even though you really wanted to). So, you decided to go for something more subtle.

“Are you interested in anyone right now?”

Greg furrowed his brows. “Like how? Romantically?”

You nodded.

“No, I mean, not really.”

“Really, Greg? Out of everyone in the entire office and beyond, there’s not a SINGLE person who you have the slightest interest in?”

He shifted his gaze from you to the window as the plane continued its taxi.

“Well, I mean, there is this one girl who I think is kinda cool if that’s what you mean by interest,” he said.

“Oh? Who is she?”

“You don’t know her,” he added quickly. “She works…upstairs.”

“Well, what’s her name?” You pressed. “I know more people in the office than you’d think.”

Greg continued to avoid eye contact as he stared at the plane’s engine. He couldn’t decide what was worse, revealing that he liked you or lying, avoiding eye contact, and witnessing an engine failure in the process.

“I actually know she doesn’t know you because I told her about you once and she, um, she said she didn’t know who you were.”

“Well if you won’t tell me her name can you at least tell me what she’s like?”

“She’s uh, she’s really nice to me. Which is weird because I feel like most people weren’t super welcoming at Waystar, y’know? She’s always helping me with the day-to-day stuff. She lets me complain to her which is nice.”

You could feel your cheeks start to get hot. You knew where this was going. Or did you? Maybe there really was another woman upstairs who you didn’t know about.

“Yeah…what else?”

“She’s always so put together,” he continued. “Even on days when she comes into work and she’s like ‘oh, I look bad today’ I think she looks beautiful. But I never tell her that because I don’t want to come off as a creep.”

You nodded. You often came into work on an off-morning complaining about a bad hair day or the bags under your eyes which were the result of an all-nighter.

Greg finally turned to face you, deciding that this was better than witnessing a potential engine failure.

“And she loves brunch. And movies. And she’s really good at calming you down if you have a fear of flying.”

You smiled as the plane began to speed down the runway.

There was a panic in Greg’s eyes and you couldn’t tell if it was the result of takeoff or his recent confession. Either way, you had just the trick to distract him.

You leaned in to kiss him and his lips happily met yours, welcoming the distraction. As the plane climbed in altitude, the butterflies in your stomach intensified. You weren’t exactly the most comfortable flyer either, but you’d never felt safer and happier in your whole life.

As you pulled away, you couldn’t help but notice how calm he looked.

“Should we get those drinks now?” you grinned. “I think they start serving them around 10000 feet.”

Greg looked out the window and smiled. “10000 feet? I didn’t even notice.”

#greg hirsch #greg hirsch x reader #cousin greg #succession #AH THIS IS SO FLUFFY I HOPE U ENJOY #i hope the greg girls find this

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