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taegikookluvr · 2 years

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Shameless Fanfic Promo 2

Hello, my lovelies! It's been a while since I've visited this place but I haven't gone anywhere. Over the past few years, I've been writing nonstop and in the process, added six additional fics to my little library. I've expanded my subject matter, experimented with main topics other than romance, and even explored a ship other than Taekook/Taegi (I'm still shocked by that actually, lol).

Long story short, I'm here to share my newest works with you. If there's anything that catches your eye, just click the link included at the end of every synopsis. Pay attention to the tags when you get there. Much love to you all. Enjoy!

1. Seven Little Boyscouts (Taekook) Completed

Summary: Sometimes things buried in the past get unearthed...

I'm an avid reader and my poison is horror/mystery, so of course I had to try my hand at it. This fic is homage to one of my favorite authors ever: Agatha Christie. Her mystery novel, And Then There Were None is one of my favorite stories of all-time so I took the premise but put my own spin on it. This fic has a little bit of everything--romance, angst, murder, supernatural elements; there's a lot of death and it'll keep you guessing up until the end. It's an OT7 story for the most part and there are several relationships but the main pairing is Taekook. If you don't mind reading about the boys get picked off one-by-one by a mysterious killer, this is perfect for you. I guarantee you'll be entertained. You can read it here.

2. Vandal City Vengeance (Taegi) Completed

Summary: Suga, the ace hitman of the Vandal City Assasins Association (VCAA) is this close to earning his freedom and reuniting with his long-estranged younger brother when his name unwittingly appears on the hit list. With the aid of a private investigator--the eccentric, enigmatic, and irresistible Kim Taehyung--he sets out to destroy the company who burned him and hopefully save his precious brother from the auction block.

I'm a HUGE anime fan and this fic was born after I watched Hakata Tonkotsu Ramens. I don't know why but as I was watching, I visualized Taegi in the roles of the protagonists and BOOM! I don't know why, it just fit. This was my first attempt at writing action and I have to be honest, things get a little violent and bloody. It's an entirely different take for me but damn did I love writing it, hehe. Picture this: cocky ass, cross-dressing, knife-wielding, emotionless assassin Suga falling in love for the very first time with superhuman, mysterious, heroic, head-over-heels detective Taehyung. And they kill a shitload of people along the way. Tell me that's not appealing, lol. You can read it here.

3. The Loophole (Taegi) Completed

Summary: Yoongi is blindsided when Taehyung ends their 5-year relationship suddenly without warning. Although his boyfriend is adamant about breaking up and lists reason upon reason, Yoongi can't help thinking that there's more to the story...mainly because Taehyung is lying through his teeth.

This fic was one of two Valentine's Day offerings, so while it's angsty, it's also the fluffiest incarnation of Taegi I've ever written. The plot is basic as hell: rich man and poor man fall in love, but the rich man's family doesn't approve. Yes, it's simple and unoriginal but I guarantee you, the story is none of those things. You get pulled in from the very first chapter and become invested in the Taegi relationship. You will cry a little, curse a lot, squeal in delight, and there will be no escaping the fluttering in your heart--you will feel everything. Taegi in this fic is relationship goals and it's the loveliest feeling watching sacrifice and fight with all their might to be together. Their devotion is unmatched and I guarantee you will love it as much as I do. If this sounds like your thing, click here.

4. Obviously Oblivious (95z/Vmin) Completed

Summary: Though there are plenty of hardships and surprises to overcome, Taehyung and Jimin are determined to be together at all costs. Will the two lovers get their happily ever after? If they have any say in it, fuck yes.

This was the second of two Valentine's Day offerings and is the first Vmin fic I ever wrote. It happened because in one of my other fics, Alone Together, I couldn't give them a happy ending (it was endgame Taekook and Jimin's love for Taehyung was unrequited). I had to give the soulmates a shot at happiness and I think I accomplished it. Imagine two best friends who are secretly in love with each other finally confessing to each other after several misunderstandings, but still unable to be together because of certain circumstances, lol. Their friendship and love for each other are beautiful and spoiler alert: Vmin as parents (not mpreg tho)! If you can tolerate the angst and want to see a love that endures no matter what is thrown at it, click here.

5. Of Stains and Shadows (Taegikook) Ongoing

Summary: Taehyung, Yoongi, and Jungkook are as devoted to each other as ever. Taegi are happy in their engagement and Jungkook is their biggest supporter, but their bond is about to be severely tested. It's been said that secrets have a way of making their presence felt even before you know they exist. Our trio is about to find out firsthand exactly how accurate that is...

When hidden truths unearth themselves from shadow and lies become permanent stains on the soul, will Yoongi, Taehyung, and Jungkook be able to endure it all, or will the future they've fought for remain out of reach? Will their family survive the turmoil or crumble into a fine dust?

This fic is the sequel to my first and most popular fic, My Rock or My Hard Place. I was hesitant to write it because the OG ended so well but I felt some type of way about Jungkook being alone. I also had more things I wanted to expound on or settle--Taehyung's parents and their tragic past, Kim Taesuk getting what he deserved, Hoseok's unsettled beef with Yoonkook, and of course, the Taegikook relationship. Most readers were happy with the ending of MRoMHP but there was a small contingent that was sad that it couldn't be Taegikook endgame and I was like, What would happen if the threesome decided to explore that? That was all the inspiration I needed. I'm nearly thirty chapters in and I'm trying my best to keep the feel of the OG but y'all know that's rare when it comes to sequels. If you're curious anyway, check it out here.

6. Two Weeks Notice (Taekook) Ongoing

Two complete idiots are in like with each other but...

My newest offering is only a few days old and happened because I simply missed writing my OTP, lol. There's just something about Taekook that always makes me smile and feel comforted. I love them. The story is pretty standard, boss and employee are crushing hard on each other but the boss' hesitance and nervousness lead to a huge misunderstanding. Only the first chapter is up so far, but upcoming chapters will be heartwarming fluff as Jungkook tries with all his might to clear the misunderstanding and win Taehyung's already-won heart. I'm not planning any angst at this point but I can't promise that there won't be any. I don't plan out my stories and they pretty much write themselves, so while I'm envisioning sweet gestures and romantic overtures, a gut punch might somehow sneak in there. If you love Taekook and wanna see them be cute and lovey-dovey, you can find it here.

So, that's that and this is me signing off. I hope to see you soon on AO3. Bye, my lovelies.

AO3: bangtan_brwnsuga80 Twitter: @taegikookluvr

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ao3feed-matchablossom · 2 years

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The Pressure is Too Much

by Yuri_Plisetsky0301

“We’re adopting a kid!” Reki said, looking to Langa with a grin. “I’m your brother,” Tadashi said monotonously, making eye contact. “We’re worried about your health.” Kaoru said, eyeing the figure of the ‘boy’ in front of them. “Hey, kid, what’s wrong?” Kojiro asked, breaking the ‘boy’ further. “Your parents had a fatal crash. A social security worker will be there shortly.” The doctor hung up with a sharp beeping noise. “Tell your parents that I need to see them at our next meeting.” The therapist packed her notes up, shooing the ‘boy’ out of the room. “Hello, Miya. Let’s have some fun, shall we?” Adam sneered in the young ‘boys’ face.

Miya is being replaced and pressured by his makeshift family. The internet tells him something new every day. The doctor breaks him. His therapist recommends anti-depressants. His sponsor stalks him and is about to destroy him even more.

Words: 600, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: SK8 the Infinity (Anime)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Nanjo Kojiro | Joe, Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom, Kikuchi Tadashi, Shindo Ainosuke | Adam, Reef Lix | Shark, Rev Fear, Chinen Miya, Kyan Reki, Hasegawa Langa

Additional Tags: Gai - Freeform, Gay, Gayness, Threesome, Original Character(s), Inspired by..., Adoption, Death, Brother AU, Depression, Orphaned, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Nonbinary Chinen Miya, Music AU, Suicide Attempt

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/40617123

#IFTTT #fanfic #ao3feed #matcha blossom #ao3feed-matchablossom #sk8 the infinity #sk8 joe #sk8 cherry

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ao3feed-renga · 2 years

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The Pressure is Too Much

by Yuri_Plisetsky0301

Words: 600, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: SK8 the Infinity (Anime)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Nanjo Kojiro | Joe, Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom, Kikuchi Tadashi, Shindo Ainosuke | Adam, Reef Lix | Shark, Rev Fear, Chinen Miya, Kyan Reki, Hasegawa Langa

From https://ift.tt/wDeAg8i https://archiveofourown.org/works/40617123

#renga #langa #hasegawa langa #reki #kyan reki #sk8theinfinity #sk8 #ao3feed #ao3 #archiveofo

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jayvoir · 3 years

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rehearsal — lee minho

word count: 1.9k

warnings: smut, dom!minho, sub!reader, slight exhibitionism, teasing, minho’s a soft dom, but also a hard dom if that makes any sense, minho might have a sir kink, unprotected sex, praising, fingering, orgasm denial, spanking, reader has a hair pulling kink, good girl used a lot, creampie, aftercare

summary: you always loved going to the boys dance practices. especially when your boyfriend looked like... that.

author’s note: don’t forget that i take requests!! <33 also, when i mention the grinding choreo, please try to imagine that one part in valkyrie by oneus, i didn’t know how else to describe it 😭😭

tagging: @soobiclub

“hey baby let’s go, we’re gonna be late,” he called from downstairs. you rushed to grab your things, hurrying down the stairs to meet minho. he was taking you to his dance rehearsal with the boys and you were super excited. you loved watching them be in their element. they all looked so happy, which in turn, made you very happy as well.

“i’m here, sorry,” you apologized, making your way over to him. he smiled at the sight of you, putting his phone in his pocket.

“it’s alright, love, let’s just go. i want to beat the rest of them there.” you nodded and followed him out to the car, hopping in and buckling your seatbelt. he did the same, beginning to drive to the company, his hand on your thigh the whole time. you arrived fairly quickly, considering the apartment you shared with minho was not that far away.

the both of you hurried inside, saying a quick greeting to the people you passed by. you walked into their practice room, chan already there as expected. he greeted the both of you, a sweet smile on his face. him and minho began talking about idol things, stuff you had no clue about, so you made your way to the couch that was off to the side. you sat your stuff down, and got comfy on the couch, knowing that you were going to be there for a while.

slowly but surely, the rest of the boys began to show up, the room gradually becoming more crowded. they said their hellos to each other, including you, before beginning to warm up. their choreographer was unable to attend the practice, so he sent them a video of the choreography. minho was off to the side doing his best to learn it so he could help the boys learn.

a little bit later, they had all gathered up, minho beginning to teach the choreography. as you watched him help out the boys, you couldnt help the thoughts that slowly began to flood your brain. you knew it was not the best time to have these thoughts, but you simply couldn’t help it. how could you when he looked like that? he was wearing black sweatpants and a white sleeveless tank, his hair beginning to stick to his forehead from the sweat.

and then they got to the chorus of the choreography. this songs vibe was a lot more sensual than songs they’ve released before. this meant that the choreography was no exception. there were multiple body rolls, hips thrusts. there was even one part where hyunjin was standing in the center and the other boys did that grinding move in a circle around him. minho’s spot happened to be in front of you. you had to stop yourself from rubbing your thighs together, knowing minho would see, or worse one of the other boys.

they continued on like this for a little while, before breaking up for a little break. minho made his way over to you, taking a swig of water as he walked. you almost gasped when he tilted his head back, his adam’s apple moving up and down as he swallowed. he plopped himself down next to you, leaning a head on your shoulder, and placing a hand on your thigh. you sat straighter at the contact, making him look up at you. “you okay, love?”

“uh y-yeah, i-i’m okay.” your voice was quiet, doing your best to act like everything was alright. now, minho could read you like a magazine. he knew when you were sad, scared, happy. he also knew when you were needy. he knew he must have been getting to you, so he took this opportunity to mess with you a little. he took the hand that was resting on your thigh and began moving it up a little higher. he was going agonizingly slow, making you whimper slightly. the boys whipped their head over, minho pinching your thigh to get you to be quiet. he perked his head up and told the boys you just weren’t feeling well. they seemed to believe him, cause they went back to what they were doing prior.

“be a good girl for me, and you’ll get what you want when we get home, okay,” he said quietly, smiling when you nodded. he got up again and gathered the boys up once more, to continue teaching them the choreo. the more you watched, the more wound up you became. it didn’t help that minho kept looking back at you, throwing smirks your way. it got to the point where you had to walk out of the room. you left, and started making your way to the bathroom.

but, minho caught up pretty quickly, basically dragging you to an empty practice room. he shut the door and locked it, turning to you and crossing his arms over his chest. you just stood there, not knowing what he was going to do. he did the same, keeping his eyes on you. it was like an animal stalking its prey. he slowly walked up to you, a cocky smirk on his face. “i knew you were needy, but not this needy. i told you to be good and you would get what you wanted but of course you didn’t. so i’ll tell you this. i’m gonna take you back in there, and you’re gonna sit there and be quiet. if you’re good, i’ll take you home and take care of you, okay? and if you don’t, you won’t get to cum for a week. do you understand, princess?”

you simply nodded, a slight pout present on your face. “yes sir.” he visibly tensed at the name, his eyes darkening as he stared you down. he just shook it off, and led you back to his practice room, helping you to the couch, making the boys think you still weren’t feeling well. they shot you sympathetic smiles, going back to what they were doing. you did as he said, and sat there quietly, not so patiently waiting for him to finish. you were literally counting down the minutes until you could go home, desperately wanting to be relieved of the ache between your thighs.

about an hour and a half later, they finally wrapped up the rehearsal, gathering all their stuff and leaving. minho grabbed his bag, and his water bottle, walking over to you. “you ready, love?” you nodded and shot out of the seat, rushing to his side, and began to walk to the car with him. you both climbed in and headed back to your shared apartment, the tension increasing the closer you got. as soon as he parked you were out of the car, rushing to the door. you couldn’t walk in yet because minho had the house key. he walked up to you and before he unlocked the door, he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “i’m gonna go set all my stuff down, okay? by the time i’m done, i want you on the bed, naked for me, understood?”

“yes sir,” you said, quickly rushing up the stairs as soon as he opened the door. you stripped all your clothes off, and hopped on the bed waiting for minho to arrive. within seconds, he was walking into the room, a shit eating grin on his face.

“good girl.” he stalked over to you and sat on the bed, patting his thighs, signaling for you to straddle him. you did as he said and threw one leg over his, mere inches separating you. his hands found home on your hips, looking at you, a smirk still present on his face. “look at you. always so pretty for me.” he began running his hands up and down your sides, pressing a light kiss to your lips. you quickly deepened it, kissing him with much more fervor. not even a second later, he flipped you over onto your back so he was hovering over you.

he peppered your skin in kisses, leaving a trail of love bites all the way down to your waist. he continued the teasing, brushing his hands over where you needed him most. “m-minho please.” he smirked at the tone of your voice and looked up at you, mischief in his eyes.

“please what? i cant give you what you want unless you tell me,” he teased, rubbing a hand up and down your thigh. you whined, but took a deep breath, knowing he wasn’t bluffing.

“t-touch me...” your voice was quiet, minho barely being able to hear it. he didn’t move an inch, he simply kept smirking up at you.

“touch you where?” he placed a hand on your side, clearly not giving up on his relentless teasing. “here?” you whimpered once more, gathering up all the courage you had and grabbed his hand and placed in on top of your heat.

“here.” he smirked once again, and ran a finger up and down your folds. you wrapped your hand in the sheets, leaning your head back, a light moan coming off of your lips. he slowly slid two digits into your sex, gripping onto the sheets tighter. “that’s my girl,” he spoke lowly, slowly inserting another digit, prepping you for later.

before you knew it, you felt your climax get close, and grabbed minho’s free wrist. “i-i’m so close-” and just as the words rolled off your tongue, his had pulled his fingers out, leaving you whimpering and feeling empty. he shushed you, lifting you up so you were on his lap. he gripped onto your ass and slowly lowered you down onto his cock, letting out a hiss.

you moaned at the feeling, beginning to bounce up and down, gradually picking up the pace, but stopped when minho slapped your ass. “you may be on top, but i’m still in charge.” you immediately nodded, mumbling a soft ‘yes sir,’ making him clench his jaw. he started to slowly thrust up into you, ignoring your pleas for him to speed up. he continued the slow pace, knowing it would only rile you up more.

but soon enough, he needed more too, so he began picking up the pace, rutting his hips into yours faster. he reached up and wrapped his hand around the base of your hair and roughly pulled it back, eliciting another loud moan to come out of your mouth. he took the opportunity to attack your neck in more opened mouth kisses, speeding up his thrusts further. he could tell by the way you were clenching around him that you were close. he took his free hand and began rubbing your clit, making you squeal. you began shaking from the pleasure, asking minho if you can cum.

“yes baby, be a good girl and cum for me.” you were cumming as soon as he finished speaking, gripping tightly onto his shoulder, digging your nails into his skin. a few thrusts later, minho was cumming as well, coating your walls with his release. he slowly pulled out, as you collapsed against his chest.

“you okay, princess,” he asked, any remnants of his hard exterior way out the door. you nodded, earning a smile and a light kiss on the forehead as he carried you to the bathroom. he set you on the counter as he cleaned you up, mumbling praises into your ear.

“you did so good for me, baby, so proud of you.” once he was finished, he carried you back to the bedroom, laying you down on your side of the bed.

“get some sleep, babygirl.”

#hoehousenet #stray kids smut #lee minho smut #minho smut #skz smut #fanfic #hard hours #imagines #kpop #kpop smut #smut #stray kids reactions #stray kids #lee minho

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comradefleur · 4 years

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klance drabble - keithtober & klancetober 2020 - DAY 4: BLACK CAT

"C'mon Keith, don't act like this will be so painful. Who doesn't love cute fuzzy animals?" Shiro spoke, trying to invoke any thread of positivity in Keith that he could awake with his so called incentive.

Despite his beaming smile,it fell flat. "Do I look like the kind of person that particularly loves cute, fuzzy things?" Keith asked dryly, solid frown in place on his grim looking face.

They were standing outside of their local animal shelter, the air surrounding them hot and humid. Animals aside, Keith couldn't wait to go in and get some cool air conditioner onto his skin.

"Yeah okay, Mr. Grumpy, you got a point. But who says it's a crime to want to spend some time with my little brother who's always holed away in his room doing assignments, huh?"

Keith rolled his eyes at that. Shiro was so dramatic. He had a life outside of university, okay?

"Plus," Shiro began again, alerting Keith to the fact that his efforts in persuasion were not over. "You know this is for Adam's birthday and he loves cats! I just needed someone to help me pick out the purr-fect one for him," Shiro smirked proud of his dad joke and putting his arm on Keith's shoulder in his way of saying you aren't getting out of this, so don't even try.

"First of all, do not make a pun ever again, seriously. Secondly, I thought we already established I'm not some kinda cat connoisseur or whatever. Thirdly, whatever. Let's just get this over with, I don't want you bugging me later." Keith let out a long suffering sigh, pushing open the doors to the shelter.

He was immediately greeted with the cooling sensation of AC and relished in the form of relief he would have throughout this experience.

In no time a tall darkskinned girl with long thick silver hair approached them. "Hello, how can I help you today? Are you both here to volunteer or adopt?" She asked, beaming smile in tact, and curious and helpful gaze trained on them.

Shiro offered a smile of his own. "I'd like to adopt a kitten today, if I can," he spoke easily to the woman. She nodded and her name tag flashed as she gestured at them to follow her, and Keith could see that it read "Allura."

She led them into a room far in the back which was bright and airy, clear and wide cubicles holding tiny little yelping puppies.

Keith smirked as Shiro practically melted as he gaped at them. It was amusing to witness a guy of his stature, all tall, buff and grey haired swooning over small animals.

Allura giggled at him. "I have to go deal with some business at the front desk, so please go right through that door up ahead," she instructed them. "Ask for Lance. He deals with the cats." And with that, she was off, leaving the two brothers to themselves.

They followed her guidance and entered another spacious room which still managed to be filled, but with the sound of mewling kittens.

"Keith...oh my god, look at them! I want all." Shiro told Keith seriously. Keith rolled his eyes, eyeing a guy in the corner bent over and tending to a mother cat and her babies.

As Keith left Shiro to moon over the other kittens and approached the stranger, he heard the guy coo to the cubicle below him.

"Aw don't worry cuties, everything's gonna be okay. Just lay with your mama alright? It's okay, it's okay. You're all so adorable aren't you? Cutest kitt-"

Keith cleared his throat. "Uh, excuse me. We're looking for a Lance?"

The guy's spine straightened immediately and so fast that Keith had to wonder if it had snapped. "Um hi, yes hi, that's me!" The guy babbled, pivoting on his heels quickly to face Keith.

And woah.

He was pretty cute, Keith observed. Objectively ofcourse. With his tossled brown waves and bright blue eyed gaze, and faint freckles lining his red cheeks, anyone would think that he was.

The guy, who was apparently the Lance they needed, scratched the back of his head and asked "How can I help you?" in about the smoothest, most melodic male voice Keith had ever heard.

Heat rose to his own cheeks. "Well you see...Um my brother. He's here. Um. To-" Keith blabbered wildly and was cut off by Shiro walking up to them.

"Yes hi, I'd like to adopt a cat today," he spoke smoothly, eyeing Keith with a knowing and amused look.

"Okay. Yes, I can definitely help you with that," Lance spoke, but his eyes were still locked onto Keith intently, who felt a tingling sensation in the pit of his stomach.

"Would you like to take a look at our new arrivals?" Lance asked professionally, to which Shiro nodded yes. Soon they were being shown around the room to the kittens that had recently been dropped off to the shelter by kind strangers who had found them.

Shiro seemed to take particular interest in a black cat with golden eyes, bending down to read her name tag. Opal was what it read.

Keith quirked an eyebrow. "Opal?" He asked, before he could control himself. Lance laughed, the sound of it thrumming in Keith's chest. He'd just made this pretty guy laugh somehow.

"Let's just say I have a sense of humour," Lance smirked at him, winking an eye. Keith averted his gaze hastily, feeling consumed by the blush spreading over his face. Shiro cleared his throat eyeing Keith again.

"Opal's perfect," he told Lance. "I would love the opportunity to give her a new home," He spoke sincerely.

"That's awesome." Lance responded, smiling brightly, and god could he be any prettier and more charming? "She's a lovely little one. Takes very well to affection and trusts easily. I'll just get you the forms from Allura right now," he told Shiro.

"Oh, actually, I don't mind doing it on my own, I have some questions about volunteering I want to ask her anyway." Shiro said, a gleam in his eye.

"I'll be back Keith, stay here," he smirked, winking blatantly. Lance laughed again.

Keith was going to murder him later, but for now he wanted to see how many laughs he could pull out of the ethereal boy beside him.

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saipng · 4 years

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me? write a frenrey one shot fanfic with them drunkenly playing truth or dare? it’s more likely than you think

Nights like these made it all worth it.

The lulling whir of the air conditioner kissed his flushed cheeks as the sound of dying laughter dissipated through the air. The noise of the streets outside the window and the quiet chatter of the TV filled the room instead, and the smell of home cooked food mixed with old cologne and alcohol seemed to cling to his very clothes. His eyes traced the long shadows cast in red, pink, and blue, painting the familiar scene in technicolors.

It was nights like these, Gordon thought, that made it all worth it.

Joshua was long asleep in his room, snuggled next to his favorite plush toy of a head crab that Bubby (lovingly) stitched together out of old scraps of clothing. Tommy arrived first, as was usual, tagging Sunkist along and letting her carry a bottle of wine between her teeth. Dr Coomer and Bubby came later, always together, always the same chorus of ‘Hello, Gordon!’s, always a big bright smile and a warm tingle in his heart. Darnold arrived late, later than he usually would if he were to come at all, but this time he brought his ‘strongest potions’ and Gordon was equal parts terrified and excited to try them out.

Benrey was already there by the time Gordon remembered him. He always simply appeared, but even that became routine at this point.

Gordon never invited any of them.

It was enough, he thought, that they would come over like this, with food and alcohol and maybe a DVD or a board game, and they would spend their time in peace and (relative) quiet. Having the company was enough.

Gordon smiled, sudden warmth spreading through his belly.

“Hey-Hey guys,”- He stuttered, trying to get up on his already slightly shaky feet, the attention of the room shifting towards him from the TV as The Science Team all turned their heads in unison.

“Woah- Um, okay. Creepy. Guys, do you wanna like- Hey guys, do you wanna play Truth or Dare?”

It wasn’t the first time they would be playing it, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. Bubby, particularly competitive in, well, everything, immediately perked up.

“What, you itching to lose just like last time, you little bitch boy?”

“Okay, just because I refused to drink an entire glass of bleach doesnt mea-“

“Bitch boy!”

“Um, I would like to go first, Mr Freeman!”- Tommy piped up, having a surprising competitive streak in him too.

Truth or Dare, for most people, was a game of fun and embarrassment and messing around. For The Science Team, it was more like a battle for dominance and glory.

Most of their games were, actually. Gordon already lost 6 packs of Uno cards to fire, and Jenga is completely forbidden in his apartment for the foreseeable future. And god forbid he ever saw anyone with a box of Monopoly ever again.

Gordon took an uncertain step, steadying his feet as he raised his glass and nodded, -“Sure, Tommy. Truth or Dare?”

“Oh, and why do you get to ask,”- Bubby piped up, crossing his arms.

“Because I offered the game, alright? Now-“

“Truth or Dare, Tommy?”- Dr Coomer took over, and Tommy immediately replied with a resolute “Dare”.

“Fantastic choice, my young friend!”- The older man smiled, and then his face immediately turned to stone. Gordon swallowed, on the edge of his seat (still standing) at what might come next.

Dr Coomer was known for going to the extremes. His dares were either along the lines of “Do a chicken dance” or “Drink this glass of bleach” (which was exactly where Gordon drew the line last time). One time he dared Bubby to eat a pack of ramen raw, and the maniac actually did it.

Once Dr Coomer opened his mouth again, Gordon’s heart sank to his feet.

“I dare you to drink-“

“No! No more bleach drinking! That is banned forever, okay, it’s-“

“-An entire glass of Dr Darnold’s strongest potion!”

Gordon paused in his tracks. Suddenly, the bleach idea didn’t seem to be as bad.

He threw a quick glance at the man in question, who seemed to be perfectly beaming at the suggestion.

“Why, I do think my potions are way too strong for you, Tommy! The side effects can be unpredictable!”- He exclaimed, already reaching over the precariously shaped vial, -“Now, I will need you to have a bucket by your side and a pack of ice and maybe a pair of tweezers-“

“I will be fiiiiine,”- Tommy slurred, more determined than ever. He was not one to pass up a dare, no matter how insane it sounded. Gordon began to wonder whether he had any tweezers lying around, just in case.

In the next second, with an agility unbecoming of a man as drunk as he already was, Tommy threw back the glass and Gordon watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed at every resounding gulp. He couldn’t help his jaw clenching as the fiery burn resonated in his own throat at the sight, a shiver running down his spine, The feeling was something akin to watching a car crash, the horrifying fascination making his stomach turn when Tommy thumped the vial back on the table and wiped at his mouth with his sleeve.

He had to sit back down for this.

“go, tommyyyyyy!”- Benrey shouted from somewhere behind the couch, and for once, Gordon agreed wholeheartedly. At this point, he was pretty certain that Tommy was the most badass person he knew.

“Hoo! Yeah! Woo- Aw-Awright, z-zat- Eazy! Eazier zan... zan.....!”- Tommy blinked hard, his eyes clouded over as he tilted further and further to his right, and yeah, maybe he was going to have the worst night/morning of his life, but damn if the street cred he earned in that moment wasn’t worth it.

“Cake!- Darnold helpfully supplied, and Tommy forcefully threw himself at the man to give him a huge hug.

“Iz cake!”- He slurred from Darnold’s shoulder, waving an arm around way too close to Bubby’s face, -“Whoza next!?”

“Gordon!”- The latter smirked, slapping away Tommy’s hand and leaning further back into Coomer.

Gordon turned his head so fast his neck cracked, a slight headache immediately forming from the whiplash.

“No!? What!? No, I didn’t agree to that. Why me!?”- He began pouring himself another drink. Suddenly he was really craving some of that strongest potion.

“Because you offered the game, right?”- Bubby grinned, and Dr Coomer nodded in agreement.

“You did offer the game, Gordon.”

“I know I offered the damn- Hey, why don’t we have someone else go, huh!? Why not- Why not Benrey?”- At the mention of his name, said being popped his head up and stared directly back at Gordon, -“He, like, never participates! What’s up with that!”

And he wasn’t lying, either. For someone who consistently talked about gaming, Benrey almost never took part in their late night competitions. Gordon could never tell why – he could never, ever tell why anything with this guy – but to him this felt almost deliberate. Of course, everything Benrey did felt deliberate – that is, he was always deliberately trying to get on Gordon’s nerves.

And this time was no exception.

“huh?”- Came the simple response, and the burn in Gordon’s stomach turned to a burn in his chest.

“Yeah, you never do anything! Here we are, running around like headless chickens, doing whatever stupid shit we want each other to do, and you just sit there!”

“whu-?”

“What, you think this is like, some kinda free show for you? Some kinda performance piece!? No, nope, that won’t do, buddy. You’re gonna participate or you’re gonna get the hell out of here, alright? Truth or Dare?”

“dare”

The reply came so fast, Gordon nearly lost his footing while sitting. He blinked down at the glass in his hand, brows furrowing in concentration.

Alright, sure, cool. Maybe he didn’t expect Benrey to actually answer. And maybe he definitely didn’t expect him to choose dare. This was fine. It was fine.

Gordon poured himself another drink.

“daaaaare,”- Benrey whined at the same time as Bubby said “The man has chosen dare, Gordon, now will you please give it to him!”

“Alright, alright; don’t shout at me, I’m thinking!”

“Well, think faster!”

“It is rude to make other people wait, Gordon,”- Dr Coomer pursed his lips as Tommy may or may not have said something in agreement. He was now more than half lying on Darnold, who didn’t seem to care in the least, and his hand was absentmindedly stroking Sunkist’s back.

Knowing him, though, he most definitely was on Benrey’s side here. They all always were.

“Would you like some ideas, Dr Freeman?”- Darnold offered, and Gordon reached his boiling point.

“No! No, alright, I got it! I dare you to, uh,”- Gordon looked Benrey over, his stupid acidic gamer slogan hoodie making his retinas hurt, watched as the same hooded eyes not blink as they stared back, dull, unseeing, bored, overcast in a shadow that seemed to be permanently encasing his sharp face. And then Gordon scrunched up his nose as he said with the most vitriol possible, -“I dare you to take off you stupid beanie.”

It was but a beat of silence before Benrey, understandably this time, went, - “huh???”

“You heard me,”- Gordon doubled down this time, fully recognizing how stupid and inconsequential his dare seemed in comparison to Coomer’s, but damn if he wasn’t going to insist on it now, -“Come on. Show us what’s under there. Show us what- Show us what you’re hiding.”

Benrey blinked once. Then twice.

And then he was suddenly making his way towards the front of the room, crawling on all fours like an animal, and his gaze pointedly fixed on Gordon as he said “ohhhhh does feetman wanna- does feetman wanna see my secret parts. does feetman wanna take a glance at my uhhhh my special place”

Gordon nearly choked on his drink, a renegade laugh escaping this throat as he desperately tried not to have vodka pour out of his nose.

“What the FUCK, man, don’t call it that!?”

“what next, you gonna ask me to take my shoes off. maybe my socks? i’m gonna need to see a signed permission for that first”

“Shut up, shut up, shut up!”- Gordon slammed the table as he keeled over, and he could almost physically feel Bubby rolling his eyes.

“You gonna do it or what!?”- He nudged Benrey with his foot so that the other nearly toppled over.

“what, that it”

“Wh-What?”- Gordon managed in between taking deep breaths, feeling the room sway slightly from side to side. He hated how everything the guard said made him lose his shit. He especially hated it right then, when he was staring right at him with that self-confident smirk that still somehow managed to look bored. He hated it so much.

“is that all? weak”

“What, you wanna take off your shirt too? Be my guest, man, fucking- Strip down to your pants. Do it. You won’t.”

Benrey stared at him.

Gordon regretted every decision he ever made that led him up to this point.

Benrey smiled.

And then in one confident motion he ripped off his hoodie, his beanie coming along with it.

He threw them to the side, the pile of clothes landing on Sunkist, who didn’t seem to mind in the least, and this was exactly the point where Gordon realized that this was a bad, bad, horrifically bad idea.

He didn’t know what he expected to see when Benrey took off his hat (or helmet or whatever other stupid thing he was wearing at the time), didn’t really think about it (or tried not to) but damn if it wasn’t this. It was just - just hair. Completely normal hair, almost insultingly so, jet black and cropped short to his skull. But it wasn’t even the hair that was the biggest offender - no, it was the now completely open, completely normal and completely handsome face that was staring back at him. Completely human, completely right, and so disgustingly unobscured that it made Gordon’s stomach do back flips that would have scored tens all around at the Olympics.

When Benrey’s fingers twitched to remove the undershirt that he had underneath, he knew he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Okay, okay, fuck! We- We get it! You did the dare, alright, enough! That’s just indecent exposure at this point! Chill out, man!”

Benrey didn’t reply, but didn’t move to strip down any more. Gordon allowed himself to breathe again.

He was way too drunk for this.

He poured another drink.

After an uncomfortable stretch of terrible silence where Gordon could acutely feel the burn in his face and shoulders, Dr Coomer finally spoke up with an “That was a shitty dare, Gordon!”

“Yeah, it was horribly underwhelming. Not even writhing snakes underneath that thing,”- Bubby immediately joined, and at that Tommy perked up only to mumble “badgers” and then fall back down onto Darnold, knocking them both over to the floor.

Gordon couldn’t keep in the laughter that bubbled up from his stomach, and he had to look for support if only to stay upright. At this point, he was certain that if he were to fall down, he would not get back up again.

Of course, it just so happened that this time his closest support structure was Benrey, and by the time he realized that he was grabbing onto the other’s shoulder, it was way too late. Benrey was already staring at him, a smirk stretching over his lips that, without the ever-present shadow painting over his eyes, now looked almost... Nice. Sweet.

Gordon shifted in his seat, slowly removing his hand and clearing his throat.

That’s right. Play it cool. Play it cool.

Easier said than done, though, especially considering Benrey’s skin was practically burning next to him.

Gordon pulled at his hair tie, freeing his curls if only to have something covering his face. Dammit, Freeman, play it cool!

“Alright, which of you lightweights is going to go next?”- Bubby sighed, clearly resigning to being an observer this round, rather than a participant.

“gordon,”- Came a voice directly from Gordon’s right, and he immediately opened his mouth in protest.

Only to be shut up by Bubby before saying a single word, -“If you even so much as make a single sound besides “Truth” or “Dare”, I swear to fuck I will set your curtains on fire.”

Gordon was really tempted to say “Fuck off, not again”.

Instead, he resigned to whispering, “...Truth.”

“huh? what was that? truth? does little baby want truth? does little baby want his truth bottle?”

“Shut the fuck up, asshole, that doesn’t even make sense. The game isn’t called Dare or Dare, I can choose what I want.”

“stupid shitty baby can’t even handle this truth.”

Gordon snorted, fists curling up at his sides as he inhaled sharply, turning to face the permanent annoyance of his life that was Benrey.

“Okay. Okay. You know what? Okay! You wanna dance Benrey, huh? You wanna dance? Then let’s fucking dance. It’s dare. I choose dare. Hit me.”

Benrey’s smile only widened as Gordon’s heart sank deeper and his ears tingled with a warmth that was unwelcome, but not unfamiliar. And before either one of them could make a move, there was the distinct sound of clothes shuffling, the noise of something breaking, and then Tommy was kneeling on the floor, swaying from side to side like a piece of grass in a gentle breeze, finger pointed up, eyelids half closed as he barely managed out an, “I d-daaare- I dare Miste-ww Freeemann and B-Ben- Rey- To danz!”

Having finished his incredible statement, Tommy fell onto his other side, head landing right on Sunkist, and Darnold gently patted him on the shoulder mumbling “There, there.”

Gordon could only side eye the other scientists. He would be laughing right now, really, if he wasn’t so perfectly outraged by the proposition.

“Uh, how about no? You know I love you Tommy, but if you think that even for a second-“

“chicken man.”

“...What?”

“gordon freeman more like. more like gordon fowlman.”

“Hah, that was a clever one, Benrey! Keep it up!”- Dr Coomer encouraged, and Gordon really didn’t need that in his life right now.

“I’m not afraid to dance with you, I-“

“chickon fowlman”

“Fucking stop, alright! We’re both drunk as shit, and I doubt any one of us is a good dancer, we’re probably gonna break some-“

“what, no. i’m a great dancer. i’m the best- the bestest at dance. moves. number one in just dance 2003 on the playstation 2- got an award. a diploma. what do you got. stupid chicken legs. cluck cluck cluck, i’m idiot baby, i can’t dance-“

Gordon was on his feet in seconds, the room spinning around like a freaking kaleidoscope, but he’d be damned if he let this pretty- this cute- this shitty garbage sack believe that he was better than him. Even if it was true.

At this point, he was more than drunk, he was pissed, he was warm, and he wanted to wipe that stupid smile off of Benrey’s face if it was the last goddamn thing he did. If that meant he needed to dance, then he was going to fucking dance.

“Fine, okay, sure! Let’s go, let’s fucking go, go, go! Dr Coomer, hit us with a beat!”

If it was a dance battle Benrey wanted, it was a battle he was going to g-

The soft sound of a gentle piano was definitely not what Gordon expected to come out of the- Of Dr Coomer...? He honestly wasn’t sure where Dr Coomer was producing the sound from, but that mattered less at the moment than the particular sound being produced - which certainly wasn’t what he had in mind.

“What the fuck!? What is this shit?”

“Gordon, this track is As Time Goes By by the Claude Williamson Trio-“

“No, no, I don’t give- Who cares about the name of the track!? We’re not fucking slow dancing! Give us something with a beat!”

“But Gordon, I enjoy this song.“

This was yet another moment where Tommy decided to speak up, suddenly raising his hand with one finger pointing at the ceiling, his voice muffled by the perfect dog’s fur as he muttered “I- I dare Mr Freeman- and- and Benrey to- to Slow. Dance. For fiiiiiiiiiiive miiiiiinuuuuuutesssssssss.”

His hand fell back to the floor with an audible thump.

“No! Hey, no, that’s not- That’s not in the rules! You can’t just change the original dare like-“

“Oh my god, silently! Quietly! Without words! Slow dance for five fucking minutes with your mouths shut tight, okay! That’s your fucking dare!”- Bubby threw his arms up, and the reflection in his glasses told Gordon that his curtains are very much in immediate danger.

This was dumb. This was more than dumb, this was shitty, stupid, against all rules, and really, he should just kick them all out and be done with it all.

So, like any rational and sound-minded person, Gordon swallowed down the horrible tightness in his throat, and opened up his arms in an invitation.

He didn’t mean to bite his lip when Benrey approached him, really, he didn’t, but his chest refused to stop pounding, his arms felt sticky and gross, and his vision was only ever so slightly blurry when he reached out his hand and grabbed Benrey’s.

“I’ll lead,”- He barely whispered, maybe more like mouthed so that didn’t count, and Benrey did not protest for once, his other hand finding his way over to Gordon’s shoulder. Gordon hesitated only a second before lightly guiding his fingers to the other’s waist.

There was a moment of certain panic, blood freezing over as an electric current ran through his spine, sudden realization that he couldn’t remember the last time he danced with anyone flooding his senses, before being replaced with a gentle, coaxing burn when he felt Benrey pull at him and take a step backwards. Gordon swallowed hard again, allowing his drunkenness to overtake for a moment, letting himself sway ever so gently as he tried his best to guide the other around the room. This wasn’t exactly a waltz, not even close, but at least he was conscious enough not to step on any feet or trip over his own.

This was... excruciating.

He didn’t know where to look, eyes darting around the room like he was desperately looking for an escape, and his hands and hair felt altogether way too sweaty for any of this. He didn’t want to hear Benrey’s slightly exalted breathing, the firm press of his hand in Gordon’s own, the feeling of those dark, dark, immensely dark eyes staring right into his very being. Five minutes, Gordon learned by the first 30 seconds, was an outrageously long time.

It was only around the second minute mark, when Gordon was certain he was going to pass out before finishing the dance, that his vision darkened for a split second, and it wasn’t before long that a feeling of complete and utter surrender washed over him. Shoulders dropping down, muscles releasing with an almost audible click, he felt his anxiety dissipate in the air along with that unbearable, pulsating heat. The only thing left was his heavy eyelids defiantly staying open and the soft sound of the piano keys running through the air. He willed his head to turn to Benrey then, finally allowing himself to make eye contact for the first time, and the sea of gently glowing blue orbs around them nearly overwhelmed his vision.

“calm down,”- Benrey mouthed, and Gordon gladly obeyed, nodding his head ever so slightly.

His arms felt like cotton, like melting butter, so he allowed both his hands to travel to Benrey’s lower back, not able to keep them up anymore. Benrey, in turn, gently wrapped his own arms around Gordon’s neck, and Gordon couldn’t find it in him to protest.

He could find it in him to be delighted, though.

He didn’t know what it was, exactly - the alcohol, the forced silence, or the gentle blue light that filled his very soul, but he suddenly felt braver, braver than he had ever been before. But more importantly, he felt curious - and so he tugged Benrey a little closer, just that much. He knew it was but a gentle pull - no, he was certain of it. The rest of the way between their bodies Benrey closed on his own.

Gordon’s stomach ignited in fireworks, his ribs prickling with the sensation of the other flush against him, the touch of his skin intoxicating in ways he didn’t remember were possible.

And all the while, his eyes were glued to Benrey’s, almost morbidly mesmerized by the two dark caverns that refused to reflect light and seemed to only take, take, and take.

Benrey’s fingers tangled in his hair, and Gordon couldn’t help the genuine smile that easily found its home on his face, couldn’t help the breath that got stolen when he saw that same smile reflected on Benrey’s own.

His fists balled in the other’s thin shirt, and he couldn’t remember the last time he felt so secure.

Serene. Right.

It’s nights like these, Gordon thought, that make everything worth it.

The last note played, the orbs burned out, and the only thing left standing in the middle of it all were the two of them, still clinging one to another, breathing hard as though they have just finished an intense exercise routine, and for a brief moment, time stood still.

And Gordon felt as though something unspoken has passed between them in that one moment.

And in the next, raucous applause followed, mostly provided by Dr Coomer, with Darnold gently joining in. Bubby let out a few claps as well, and they almost didn’t sound sarcastic.

“Bravo, Gordon! What a beautiful display of emotion!”- Dr Coomer kept on clapping, wiping a tear away from one eye as he cheered, -“For 2 Play Coins, I can replay the same song again!”

“N-No- Uhm-“- Gordon began, feeling his throat as dry as a summer in a dessert, having to cough violently as he practically peeled himself from Benrey. The immediate cold and overall shittiness that followed almost weren’t worth it, -“Ahem. That’s- That’s quite alright.”

“Ah shit, there he goes on talking again,”- Bubby rolled his eyes, and the atmosphere seemed to return to normal.

Benrey went to sit next to Tommy’s most probably unconscious form, and Gordon, after hesitating for way too long, sat down on the opposite side of the room.

A decision he came to regret immediately, if the brief look Benrey gave him was anything to go by.

How that permanently bored, expressionless face could carry so much emotion, Gordon would never know.

What he did know was that he needed another goddamn drink.

And from that point on, it was a huge blur. There were more dares, of course. He was pretty sure Darnold had to do a keg stand and Coomer and Bubby had to exchange clothes.

It was all stupid.

It was all ridiculously fun.

Gordon didn’t feel right throughout any of it.

His mind only came back online closer to morning, when the only thing keeping him awake was the constant noise of conversation and sheer willpower.

“truth,”- Benrey said, crude drawings of Sunkist now decorating both his arms. Gordon wasn’t sure if this was part of a dare or if he just did that for no reason.

“You want to mix it up a little, eh? Think this will be easy, don’t you?”- Bubby’s smile was sharp, all teeth and evil intent, and Gordon suddenly was really happy he wasn’t at the receiving end of that. Bubby was the most entertaining when he was being mean to someone else.

“hit me.”

“Okay. So. Who, out of this group, do you have a crush on?”

Oh. So Gordon was on the receiving end of that after all, huh.

He didn’t know why was it, exactly, that that question hit him like a pile of bricks. But it did. And now he was anxiously staring at Benrey, heart beating so fast it threatened to break through his rib cage.

Benrey, on the other hand, didn’t look nearly as panicked. He just... kept on staring at the floor. And he kept on staring. And he kept on staring until he finally blurted out an. “bbbb.... d.... coomer.”

“I am flattered, Benrey, but I am quite happily married,”- Dr Coomer replied hugging Bubby close, who only rolled his eyes and snorted.

“Bullshit! It’s called Truth, now say the goddamn truth!”

It was at this moment that Benrey’s eye met Gordon’s.

It was at this moment that Gordon knew precisely what to do.

In a move that probably required him to be way more sober, he kicked the table so hard that half the glasses and bottles on top of it tumbled over, some rolling to the floor and breaking with a resounding crash.

“Fuck! What the fuck!”- Bubby exclaimed, throwing his feet up on the couch, and even Tommy came back to life for a second to look around, before passing back out on Sunkist again.

“Careful, Dr Freeman! These babies can melt through concrete!”- Darnold immediately busying himself with picking up his vials, and Gordon took this moment to stand up, exaggerating his slur and wobbliness (though not by much) when he said, -“Woo... Huh... Sorry- Sorry, guys, I must have- Man, I’m dying, I think I- I need sleep, guys, I-“

“Yes, yes, we get the message,”- Bubby sighed, as Dr Coomer immediately laid straight down on the couch, forcibly pulling him down as well, -“Goodnight, Gordon.”

“Good night, Gordon!”- Coomer echoed, closing his eyes and passing out within seconds.

“Take care, Dr Freeman,”- Darnold nodded, before snuggling up next to Sunkist and Tommy.

Well, that was easy. If there was one thing about The Science Team that Gordon appreciated most of all, it was how they didn’t bother asking questions. It was better that way, really.

He should be a better host and at the very least get them blankets, Gordon thought, carefully avoiding the broken glass as he made his way across the room.

This was a problem for tomorrow’s Gordon.

Now, however, he had more pressing matters to attend to.

Benrey stood up as Gordon approached him, staring silently, before turning around and abruptly making his way to the entrance.

“Wa- Wait- Benrey, wait!”- This time it wasn’t an exaggeration when Gordon nearly tripped over his own feet. His head was throbbing with a headache unlike any other, but he shut that part up for a brief second. More important matters, -“Where the hell are you going!?”

“away?”- Benrey replied as though that was the most obvious thing in the world.

“But- Wait- I mean. Why? You can stay here? I’m not kicking you out?”

He stared. And then he stared some more.

It was true that Benrey usually disappeared before morning came, like some sort of vampire that could only come out at night. Gordon never questioned it, never bothered to ask him why he left – it didn’t matter that his apartment always felt a little emptier.

It didn’t matter before, but it mattered now.

“I mean- I know there’s not a lot of room, and the guys are all over the living room, but, y’know, my bed is a double, so if you wanna, you can-“

“i don’t sleep”

Gordon blinked down, the ramble in his head and his words interrupted by this simple poignant statement. He tilted his head, desperately trying to keep standing upright.

“What? Like, at all? That’s bullshit man, that’s complete- and I- I saw you, okay, I saw you sleeping in-“

“kind of gay of you. watching me sleep. wanna see my hair then. then taking my shirt off then. then dancing with me like-“

“Shhh- Shut up, shut up!”- Gordon hissed, taking Benrey by the hand and quietly leading him back to the bedroom. There was no way he would be able to handle this conversation standing up, -“This isn’t- It’s not like that, okay, it’s-“

“It’s not?”

It wasn’t often that Gordon was able to tell what Benrey was thinking or feeling at any given moment. In this instance, however, the disappointment in his voice was so palpable that he could almost taste it on his tongue.

“N-No! Wait, I mean- Yes? I mean- I- I don’t fucking knoooow, man,”- He sighed, dropping down on the bed, head immediately spinning like the propellers of a helicopter, heart drumming, jaw aching, -“I just- I’m too drunk, Benrey. I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t- I just know I don’t want you to leave.”

He didn’t know if that was enough. It didn’t sound enough to him.

But to Benrey, apparently, it was.

In a moment the space besides Gordon felt the bed beside him dip, that already familiar heat seeping through his skin like nuclear radiation, overwhelming him whole.

He felt himself magnetized, moving closer to it almost unconsciously, keeping his eyes closed to prevent the room from spinning crazy. His hand worked of their own volition, desperately searching for anything to hold, and when he felt a set of fingers interlace with his own, he allowed himself to exhale all the tension in his shoulders.

“Thanks,”- He whispered, snuggling in closer, inhaling a scent that was near acidic, but not unpleasant. He didn’t know how he would justify this to himself tomorrow, didn’t want to think about that just yet, and he heard a stream of sweet voice being spread around the room.

He opened his eyes just for a second, just a brief moment to register the vibrant pink floating around his bedroom, the gentle glow that outlined Benrey’s hooded eyes, and for once he thought he could recognize something in them.

Gordon exhaled softly, holding on for dear life.

“Goodnight,”- He said, or maybe thought, or maybe imagined, his consciousness finally fading into sweet darkness.

“gordon,”- Benrey replied then, quiet, soft, and with the certain conviction of a man giving the right answer to a demanding question.

#frenrey #hlvrai #half life vr but the ai is self aware #there is also a smidgen of boomer in there #and softly implied darnold/tommy #i cant believe this is my first fic in two years and this is what i write #hlvrai truly is incredible huh #fanfiction #sai.fic

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･･ᚹᛖᛚᚲᛟᛗᛁᚾ･･ the norns foretold your coming: “( brandr vargramr ), ( he ) will be called,” they said. you are a ( 29 ) year old ( human ), and are said to look like ( alexander dreymon ). rumor has it you hail from ( midgard ), and serve as ( a warrior / jarl’s son ). they say you are ( thoughtful & honest ), but also ( impulsive & brooding ). may the allfather guide your steps.

( brandr ) would describe ( himself ) as a ( winter ) person and would identify as an ( istj-t ). ( his ) birthday is ( january 26th ), making ( his ) star sign ( aquarius ) and ( his ) celtic animal sign the ( cat ). ( his ) biggest pet peeve is ( unexpected change ), and ( his ) theme song is ( my mother told me by nati dreddd ). finally, ( his ) primary goal is to ( not let anything crazy happen when the giants meet with the king ).

Hello my loves, Bree coming at you with my first child, Brandr. No TWs for this one.

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Name: Brandr Vargramr

Age: 29

Birthdate: January 26th

Species: Human

Realm: Midgard

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation: Jarl’s son, warrior

Positive traits: Temperate, thoughtful, honest

Negative traits: Impulsive, overbearing, brooding

SUMMARY

Brandr is the second son of Ulfarr Vargramr, the Jarl of Alrekstad. His older brother has always been set as their father’s heir, but that didn’t mean Bran was exempt from responsibility. Oh no, his father was adamant that Bran be his brother’s right-hand man from day one. And in some respects, that wasn’t hard. Bran and his older brother have always had a good relationship and cared about each other a lot. The main problem was that his brother tended to act first and think later, if at all. Even when he made mistakes, they turned out alright for one reason or another, and Ulfarr would brag about how brave and clever his heir was. If Bran made a mistake, he was berated harshly and told to be more like his brother. If he dared point out that what his brother did was foolhardy or dangerous, Ulfarr would scold him harder, saying he should be supportive of his future Jarl no matter what.

It was a taxing double standard, and things got harder after his younger brother was born. Ulfarr’s wife Aldis died giving birth to the boy, and this made Ulfarr deeply resent his youngest son. He left his eldest sons to look after the newborn, though this more often fell to Bran and his sometime nanny—the local weaver—since the oldest Vargramr boy was usually called away to train or learn the skills of a Jarl. As time passed, Bran was also trained in the ways of a warrior, and he took to them very well. He proved a good foil to his elder brother’s impulsiveness, being much more thoughtful and tactical, though not always by choice. Deep down, Bran is as impulsive as his brother—he’s just learned how to squash that side of himself down and ignore it, to varying degrees of success. And though Ulfarr disliked it, he encouraged his little brother to train with them and eventually ride with them into battle.

By adulthood, the three Vargramr boys were deeply connected to each other. The eldest would even put himself in between the younger two and their father when the Jarl became unreasonable, regardless of the consequences, and such experiences bonded them more closely.

Two months ago, Brandr’s relatively quiet life was upended, when a messenger brought news of a strange being at the far western border of their territory. Ulfarr and his two eldest sons rode out with some trusted warriors, and became the first humans in over a century to set eyes on a giant. The giant’s message came from Queen Laufey herself, appealing to the King of Midgard for an audience to discuss the dire need of her people. And ever since, Bran’s life has been chaos. Ulfarr doesn’t trust the jötnar one bit, and is insisting that he personally escort them from the border at Giant’s Run all the way to Hilmirgard, so Bran’s been busy preparing for a lot of traveling. It’s a lot for one person to take in, and he’s as nervous as the next person about what will come from the meeting between monarchs.

For more details, please see his Character File linked above!

WANTED CONNECTIONS

His older brother and younger brother, both of whom are skeleton bios!

The weaver’s daughter who became his childhood best friend (also a WC)

Friends and rivals from all over—he’s a jarl’s son, definitely not gonna get along with everyone he meets

Anything at all really! Gimme all the plots

#nrhqintro #steady course to the haven : brandr #season 1 : beginning #intro : season 1 #I'll add his file when I finish it ksdjfhs #though you can find it from the muse page if you really want to #it has his full bio on it

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queenharumiura · 3 years

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B, E, L, P, H, A, G, O, R

Taken from meme: [x] ||Accepting|| ((I see what you did there and it’s beautiful. A++ ))

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

In regards to KHR, it’s hard to find any ship that I didn’t consider, because there was a time when I went crazy thinking of all sorts of ships (boy/boy, boy/girl, girl/girl. Don't test me). Still, there is an answer because this ship started it all. Hibari x Haru lol. At the time they were my favorite female and male character in KHR. My friend joked and said, “If you love them both so much, just ship them together.” History was made that day. Coincidentally I’ve cosplayed both. I will never show them off because they aren’t good lol. That started my descent down: This is fun, let’s ship almost anything I can find. Ships didn't necessarily have to be romantic either. I love exploring friendships and also just sibling dynamics as well. Haru adopting people? Yes please.

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?

I feel like I’m a troll in general, so I have added something cracky to any fandom that I’m in. Two things I can think of atop my head are ‘you reblogged a dare meme and you dare think I won’t ask Mukuro/Hibari/Alaude/Daemon to wear cat ears? HA!!!! YOU THOUGHT!!’. Another would be that I like puns, so if I see my chance to pun in a meme, I will. I always ask first before I send, however. It usually results in silliness, as you could imagine and Haru running away in fear.

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves. (Characters you’re neutral about are fair game, as are characters you merely dislike. Characters that you absolutely loathe with the fire of ten thousand suns are exempt, as there is no point in giving yourself an aneurysm over a character that you hate.)

I guess I’m neutral about Dr.Shamal so he should count? Mn...despite the way he is with women and the way he refuses to treat male patients, he’s a smart guy and talented at what he does. He was also utilized well in putting Gokudera’s character into perspective more. Additionally, he is a good example of, ‘Haru will punch you out if you cross the boundaries,’ and I appreciate him for that. His sacrifice wasn’t in vain. Never forget how he is the reason why Mukuro was able to use Sakura blossoms against Hibari in the first place. This man--- the damage he has caused.

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).

I’m assuming this is asking for me to create an AU for Haru as she’s placed in a different fandom. If that’s correct, I am going to casually pretend that I don’t know the difference between a fandom and a genre by going: “I’ve been reading way too many isekai recently and I think it would be funny to consider Haru getting sent to an otome or something and her being a super sassy and head strong FL. Watch her instantly try to change her identity or run away from bad male leads with all her might. I would live for this, thank you. Haru is also smart and adapts well, so she’d be able to adapt to whatever world setting she’s put in and she doesn’t hate studying, so she’d be able to pick up on the intricacies of her new world. Mainly, I just want a FL who will actually smack the life out of a ML if he’s being a POS. I NEED THIS. It’s emotional healing.

H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., TV shows, movies, books, anime, Western animation, etc.)?

I really like sourcing things in novels or manga/manhwa/manhua a lot. Animated sources are good too, but it’s much quicker for me to go through something that’s written, so I tend to prefer those now days. Anything that’s easier for me to binge is A+.

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

I’m answering strictly based off this blog in it’s current state, else you’ll be here forever. If I talk about ships in KHR in general, you’ll actually be here forever. No @ tags bc I’m feeling shy today. I personally love the dynamic between Gokudera and Haru (platonic or romantic). I’ve historically liked BelHaru, and it looks like it may become a thing in RPC as well. Haru is warily staring from a comfortable distance atm. Haru has a friendly relationship with a Byakuran at the moment. They’re baking a cake! She is generally very friendly with any Tsuna I encounter.

Ravein/Pino… yeah, I self-thread sometimes. Haru has a sibling kinda dynamic with Ravein which is really just a friendship dynamic. It’s the same with Pino. Mizumachi and Haru are both energetic, hyper buddies. Hibari—I aim for just a casual lowkey friendship kinda dynamic. Shame in self-threading? Never heard of her.

The best way to describe her relationship with Zelman in a ‘Black Blood Brothers’ au is ‘hey I just moved into the territory you lord. Hello!’ I think this would go down a friendship route and I’m so for it. Kajika from ‘Hanasakeru Seishonen’ has a friendship with Haru and they just get along swimmingly well. I think the mun for Rentaro ‘Black Bullet’ returned, so I think he can count. Haru has a friendship with him and they’re cooking buddies! They joined a cooking association together!

Haru also has friendships with Emi (KHR oc), and Luca (KHR oc), both of which are in the Varia!au setting that I have for Haru. Emi in particular, Haru has decided to adopt her as a little sis and will pummel anyone who bullies her. Luca--- sometimes in conjunction with Ravein (my OC) drive Haru insane. It’s a trio of dumb, dumbest, and ‘hey I’m the dumbest!’.

The ‘ships’ that I have with Haru are usually always friendship and ‘hey I’m arbitrarily adopting you’ and I love it.

G - Have you ever had an OTP? If so, do you remember your first one? Who was in it?

Eh--- in RPC, my very first one... I believe, was GokuHaru. I currently have a GokuHaru (A different blog) in an AU for a TYL setting. I think I got very close to HibaHaru before, which is, a guilty pleasure ship of mine. Haru is treading into BelHaru territory right now in RPC and that is also, a guilty pleasure ship of mine. In the distant past there was also a TsuHaru (I know, I know, shocking) which was a reincarnated lovers Yakuza AU. That was a fun one. Also in the distant past, there was an AU for a MukuHaru as well. Le kek. I am a multi-ship blog and all ships have existed in different worlds/universes, therefore they all quality as an OTP in their own specific verse. I cheated, yes.

Pro-tip: I may warily stare from afar if shipping is a topic, but the moment you suggest an AU SHIP? I’m down. To further explain, these AU ships have always taken place in a very different timeline/world than what we know in KHR. So therefore I can feel all the freedom to do as I please and figure out characterizations based off what I need.

PS. in regard to KHR in general, my first OTP was GokuHaru and GokuYama. Le kek.

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

I took my library of songs and randomized. I got: ‘Get Off My Back’ by Bryan Adams and Eliot Kennedy. So, by the vibe of the music, the first things that come to mind are either GokuHaru or BelHaru, I’m not going to lie. Now… who is saying these words, I’ll leave it to the imagination. I really like this song, but I really like the cover by Jonathan Young.

R - Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom?

Oh—that’s hard. Friendship dynamics are so fun! I really like Ryohei and Hibari’s dynamic together which could be depicted as friendship. The friendship between a lot of the guardians is just //chef kiss. However, the TRUE SHOW STOPPER in my heart is the friendship between the girls. I really love how all the girls build each other up and always support each other. I love it so much. Especially when the girls are there for Chrome, I CRY. When they support Yuni, I CRY. When I think about how big sis Bianchi looks after the girls and teaches them things- I CRY. I just cry. I love all the friendships in KHR, but the ones the girls share with each other wins in my book. I don’t take criticisms.

#Belacedia #Meme answered #answered ask #thanks for the ask!#Neo speaks #((Phew-- this took me a while but I did it))#((Got pretty long but I mean what else did we expect?))

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nazariolahela · 4 years

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Something Domestic: Chapter 16

A/N: Hey y'all! This story is told in first-person narrative, from Riley’s (MC) POV. There will likely be smidges of canon in this, but not too much. Thanks for reading, and please leave feedback, and/or if you would like to be tagged.

I’m sorry this is so late. January has been crazy busy for me at work. Just wanted to let y’all know that next week is the final chapter in Riley and Liam’s story. I promise I will have that one out on time. 😉

Catch up here

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Synopsis: When Riley Brooks takes a new job as a nanny for the affluent Rhys family in New York’s Upper East Side, she assumes she’s just going to care for the children of the couple who hired her. But instead of just school pick-ups and afternoon snacks, she also finds herself spending time with Liam, the handsome divorced dad. Can Riley control her feelings for Liam while still performing the job she was hired for?

All characters are the property of Pixelberry Studios. Thanks for allowing me to borrow them.

Chapter Summary: Riley makes a tough decision, and Liam finally confronts Madeleine.

“Miss Riley? Can we go see Dora and Diego again?” Andrew asks, tugging on my sleeve. We’re walking down Broadway on our way to lunch. After that, we’ll make our way to the Children’s Museum of Manhattan. Today is an in-service day, so he has the day off from school. It’s kind of nice to be able to go out in public again with the kids I watch. I haven’t encountered a single paparazzo in over a month. I smile as I adjust his stocking cap and wipe the snot running from his red nose. I then pull the collar of my winter coat up and we continue our walk.

“We will. But we need to eat first. Okay, bud?”

“Can I have chicken nuggets? Dad says I can’t have them, but Grandma always sneaks me some when she comes over.”

I giggle. Andrew is such a fun kid. He’s the sweetest nine-year-old I have ever met. And always so polite. I’ve been his nanny for almost a month now. Every morning, he greets me at the door of their townhouse with a picture he drew the night before. And every evening before I leave, he invites me to stay for dinner and offers to share his food with me. His dads hired me after Madeleine kicked me to the curb. Thankfully the agency didn’t terminate my employment. During my first interview with Adam and Derek, I asked them if my tabloid issue would be a problem. They looked at each other and smirked. Then Adam reminded me that neither of them were interested in me that way, so I have nothing to worry about.

Truthfully, they’re the nicest couple I’ve worked for. They go out of their way to make sure I have everything I need to take care of their son. They’ve even invited me to move in with them to be a live-in nanny. Both Adam and Derek travel a lot for work, so I spend a good amount of time with Andrew. Derek’s mom stays with him in the evenings and on weekends when they’re both gone, but she’s getting older and they fear she won’t be around too much longer. They offered me free room and board, and a personal vehicle to use at my leisure, but I can’t seem to commit to giving up my apartment.

We arrive at Fred’s — one of my favorite spots in Manhattan — and grab a table. It’s my preferred restaurant in New York City that allows dogs. Even though I haven’t had a dog since high school, I love coming here because it reminds me of my parents’ old Lab, Coco. The waiter arrives at our table and I order the Turkey Club for me and the Sesame Chicken Fingers for Andrew. As we eat, Andrew talks about their upcoming trip to Cabo and asks me if I’m going to come with them.

“I don’t know, bud. I’d have to check with your dads.”

“They said that if you moved in with us, you could,” he replies and shoves a chicken strip in his mouth. I guess that’s one of the perks of being a live-in nanny. You’re basically a member of the family.

After lunch, we head over to CMOM. Andrew helps Diego rescue animals and plays the drums at Dora’s house. I laugh as I snap photos of him on my iPhone, sending them in a group text to Derek and Adam. After a few hours of fun, I gather Andrew up and we make our trek back to his townhouse. On the way home, we walk past an ice cream shop. He grabs my hand and begs me to buy him a treat. My mind wanders to when I used to take Philip here and my eyes begin to water. Nope. Not gonna cry.

“Sure. Let’s go, bud,” I reply as we enter the shop.

We arrive home shortly after and I send Andrew upstairs to wash up for dinner. A few minutes later, the door opens and Derek’s mom, Patricia walks in.

“Hello, dear. How was your day? I assume my grandson was on his best behavior?”

I laugh. “He always is.” She smiles and pats my shoulder before making her way into the kitchen to start preparing dinner. I follow her into the kitchen and pull ingredients out of the fridge for her.

“So, how are things with the boy toy?” she asks as she cuts up some vegetables.

“I think I’m going to have to break up with him.”

She stops cutting and stares at me. “What’s going on?”

I chew on my bottom lip. “I’m in love with someone else.”

She points the knife in her hand to a stool, motioning for me to sit. “Spill it.” I tell her everything about Liam and me, the kids, the divorce, and the tabloid scandal. I then tell her about Josh and how nice and how good looking he is, and how bad I feel for wanting to dump him. Her brows form a deep V as she listens to my sob story. Then, she reaches over and places her hand on mine.

“Let me tell you something, dear. Before I married my Elliot, there was someone else. Sure, he was a whole bowl of eye candy and a demon in the sack, but he wasn’t what I needed. We didn’t have that connection.”

I frown. “But, he’s been so good to me these past few weeks. I feel like an asshole.”

“You will for a while, sure. But it’s not fair to give him false hope with another man waiting in the wings. The best thing you can do is be honest with him.”

“But what if he hates me?”

She chuckles. “If he truly cares about you, he’ll want you to be happy.”

I nod, taking in her words, then check my watch. “Shit. I gotta go meet Josh. I’ll see you in the morning, Patricia! Thanks for everything!” She waves as I grab my bag from the living room and rush out the door.

***

Half an hour later, I sit at Starbeans, fiddling with the cardboard sleeve of my coffee cup. I replay the events of last week. After a month of not talking to Hana or Liam, I was able to reconnect with both of them. My heart feels full again. Except now I have to work up the courage to break things off with Josh. To be honest, it’s always been about Liam. Even after no contact for a month, I held out hope he would find out who leaked the story and come crawling back to me.

Speaking of. I can’t believe that bitch Madeleine set me up. I try to figure out why she would do that to me. I’ve never been anything but an exceptional nanny to her kids. Why would she try to ruin my life? Liam said it was because she never wanted the divorce, but wanted to continue fucking other men. Philip and Charlotte are the perfect children and from what I learned from his friends, Liam was a wonderful husband. Some people are never happy, I guess.

I spot Josh strolling into the coffee shop. He’s wearing his signature charcoal gray suit, his phone pressed to his ear, and his black leather messenger bag draped over his shoulder. His brown eyes sparkle as he locates me and makes his way over to my table. In another life, I think I could be happy with Josh. But ever since I met Liam, I haven’t been able to look at another man like that. He ends his call and leans over, pressing a kiss to my cheek. I motion for him to take a seat.

“Let me grab something to drink,” he says, moving toward the counter.

I point to the coffee cup sitting across the table. He smiles and takes a seat, bringing the cup to his lips, and takes a sip. “So, how was work today? Did you and Andrew do anything fun?”

“We did. I took him to Fred’s, then we visited CMOM.”

He smiles. “That’s awesome. Glad you guys had fun. And how are things with Hana? Have you guys been talking?”

Josh is aware of mine and Hana’s falling out. I practically talked his ear off about it on our first date. Instead of running for the hills at the first sign of my crazy, he sat there and listened, offering advice on how to fix our relationship. Another reason why I feel bad about what I’m about to do. It’s only been a few weeks, but he’s a great guy and I really like him. The only problem is my heart doesn’t belong to him. Patricia’s words ring in my mind. It wouldn’t be fair to string him along while pining for another man.

“Things are good. We’re having dinner later this week.”

“I’m glad you two could make up. I know how hard it’s been not having her in your life. What about Liam?”

I pause, “What about him?”

“Your friend Drake said you guys were going through a rough patch as well. He didn’t give up too many details, but he said you guys were close.”

I chewed my bottom lip. “Oh, I...I actually used to work for Liam. I was his kids’ nanny. Until I was let go.”

He cocks an eyebrow and waits for me to continue. “His ex-wife was jealous of our relationship, so she leaked their divorce to the tabloids and blamed me for it.” I then proceed to tell him everything about the last few months.

Josh nearly spits his coffee. “Wait...you are the homewrecking nanny?” He sputters, wiping his chin. “How did I not put two and two together? You said your old boss fired you because she thought you were sleeping with her husband. And when I saw him at the bar last week, I remembered reading about it in the tabloids.” He shakes his head. “I don’t know why I didn’t recognize you from the story.”

Well, this is awkward. “Yeah...that’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about. Look, Josh. You’re an amazing guy, but Liam and I…”

His face falls. “Wait, are you breaking up with me?”

My stomach turns. I’ve only broken up with one boyfriend. He was the star quarterback of my high school football team, and it was after I caught him feeling up the head cheerleader under the bleachers after homecoming. I lean across the table and take his hands in mine. “I’m so sorry Josh. I never meant to hurt you. The truth is, I’m in love with Liam. I have been. And it’s not fair to you to pretend that I’m not.”

He sighs and drops his head. “You know. I always thought this day would come. You’re obviously way out of my league, but I was hoping my luck would change. Is there anything I could have done differently?”

I shake my head and squeeze his hands. “You are an amazing guy and you’re going to make some woman very happy someday. I just know it.”

He nods and stands from his seat. Leaning in, he presses a chaste kiss to my lips. “See you around, Riley,” he says, then turns and walks out. When he’s gone, I exhale and rub the ache in my chest. Just then, my phone chimes. I look down to see a message from Liam. Weird timing. I look around the room to see if he’s here, then open the text.

Here we go. I gather up my purse and hail a cab to my apartment. I drop off my tote bag and freshen up. Twenty minutes later, I arrive in the lobby of Liam’s penthouse and the memories of my firing come flooding back. A woman I don’t recognize sits at the receptionist's desk. She can’t be older than 18. She looks up from her phone and plasters a huge smile on her face. “Good evening, ma’am. How can I help you?”

“Riley Brooks, here to see Liam Rhys.”

She nods and reaches into the desk drawer, pulling out a familiar black envelope. “Mr. Rhys requested that I give this to you. You can just head on up.”

I swallow and take the envelope. I swear this is déjà vu. I take a deep breath and make my way to the elevator, pressing the keycard to the panel. As the car makes its ascension to the penthouse floor, I can’t stop the tears from falling. Being back here brings back so many memories. When the elevator car reaches the top floor, I quickly wipe my cheeks and step into the foyer. Nothing has changed here. Except for the energy. I move further into the townhouse, taking it all in. I hear shuffling and turn to see Liam coming down the stairs. His blue eyes light up as he sees me, and he rushes down the stairs two at a time. Scooping me up in his arms, he plants a slow, sensual kiss to my lips.

“God, how I’ve missed you,” he says, gripping my hips and pulling me against him. His tongue darts out, slipping between my parted lips. Our kiss grows fervent and his hands slip under the hem of my sweater, his fingertips slowly dragging up my sides. I haven’t felt him in so long, my body almost forgot how good it feels when he touches me. We start pawing at each other’s clothes, not noticing Leo stroll into the penthouse.

“Jesus, you two. Get a room.” We break apart as Leo approaches. He inhales deeply. “Smells like sex in here. You two waste no time, huh?”

I shoot him a death glare and Liam just rolls his eyes. “Well, we’re here, let’s get this show on the road,” he says to his brother.

Leo smirks and reaches into his pocket, retrieving his phone. He begins tapping on the screen. “All in good time, little brother. You have to be patient.”

Liam sighs and grabs my hand, guiding me to the sofa. We both take a seat and watch as Leo finishes his text and slips his phone back in his pocket. He sits on the adjacent sofa, wearing a shit-eating grin. I look at Liam in confusion.

“What’s going on?” I ask. Leo holds up his finger. Moments later, the elevator chimes and the doors slide open. Madeleine strolls in, her nose buried in her phone.

“Let’s make this quick, Leo. I have to pick up the kids befo-” she stops when she looks up and sees Liam and I sitting on the couch. Her eyes narrow when she looks at me. “What is she doing here?”

Liam snorts. “I should be asking you the same thing. This is my house.”

“Your brother brought me here. Said we needed to talk.”

Leo takes this moment to stand up and motion for Madeleine to sit. “Have a seat. You, me, my brother, and his nanny need to have a chat.”

“I don’t have time for this,” she snaps and turns to walk away.

“Madeleine. Sit.” Leo says, his tone flat. She stops in her tracks. After a few moments, she sighs and moves to sit on the chair.

Leo grins. “Well, since we’re all here. Let’s get down to brass tacks. I’ve asked you all here because we have a bit of a conundrum. My charming brother here has been trying to get to the bottom of this tabloid scandal for the last month.”

“Why are we still talking about this shit? The divorce is final,” Madeleine huffs, rolling her eyes.

My blood boils. “Because ‘this shit’ damn near ruined my career. And I want answers!” I shout. Liam places his hand on my back rubbing it in slow, soothing circles. I take a deep breath. “I want to know who did this to me and why.”

She smirks. “What do you want me to do about it? I don’t care about your career. I care about my kids. Whoever leaked it put them in danger.”

Liam sits up, void of emotion. “You mean you?”

His accusation catches her off guard. “Wh-what? What are you talking about?”

He turns to his brother, both of them sharing an amused look. Madeleine’s eyes dart from Leo to Liam, then to me. “What are you guys getting at? You think I did this?”

“We know you did, sweetheart. And we have proof,” Liam says.

“Bullshit.”

Liam looks at Leo and nods his head. Leo pulls out his phone and taps a few buttons before placing it face-up on the coffee table The audio begins playing.

“So, what’s going on with you and my brother?”

“We’re divorced. What do you mean?”

“Are you getting back together?”

*laughter* “No. Not even a little. To be honest, I don’t know why I married him in the first place.”

“Good. I’m glad to hear that. What about your new guy?”

“Rashad? Eh...he’s nice. But ohmygods, he’s so boring.”

“Boring? How so?”

“All he ever talks about is his stupid firm. If I have to hear one more time about international contacts and the Portera Group, I’m going to pull my hair out strand by strand.”

*laughter* “Well, what’s going on with the nanny situation? I trust Belinda is working out well.”

“Better than I could have imagined. At least I don’t have to worry about the kids when they’re in her care.”

“C’mon, Maddy. What was wrong with Riley?”

*laughter* “Where do I even start? I should have never hired someone right out of college. All these young girls see is a paycheck. They don’t give a shit about the kids.”

“That’s odd. I never got that from Riley. She seemed to really like the kids.”

“That’s what she wanted you to see. How many times did she put my kids in jeopardy with the fucking paparazzi? And those stupid ass tabloids. My kids don’t need to see lies about their parents in some trash rag. Charlotte told me she looked through one of them and saw a picture of herself. Then she started asking me questions. They’re only six and four, but they’re not stupid. That’s why I had to get rid of her.”

“Get rid of her?”

“Yes. I had Mara leak the divorce story to the tabloids and blame Riley.”

“Wow. Why couldn’t you just have fired her?”

“Liam would never go for that. He’s so pussy whipped. That was always his problem. He only saw her as a piece of ass.”

*laughter* “You know my brother never could resist a pretty face. That’s why he ended up with you.”

“And I ended up with the wrong brother. You know it’s always been you. I just wish you wouldn’t have waited so long to see it.”

“Madeleine. I didn’t want to interfere with what you and my brother had.”

“Leo. Don’t give me that. I was never in love with Liam. I thought you knew that. How many times did I call you when I was married to him? If you would have said the word, I would have left him for you just like that.” *fingers snapping*

“What about the kids?”

*laughter* “That’s what family court is for. Do you actually think the judge would let him take them? I can play the neglected wife quite well. The only reason he agreed to joint is because I manipulated him into playing the ‘perfect marriage’ card. You should have seen the look on Riley’s face. After the tabloid story leaked, all our friends thought he cheated on me with the nanny. The whole thing played out just like I planned it.”

“Wow. You are one diabolical woman, Maddy.”

“You don’t know the half of it.”

The audio ends and everyone sits stunned. Except for Leo. He just leans back — a smirk on his face — examining his nails. Liam’s face is beet red and he takes several deep breaths, trying to control his rage. Madeleine’s mouth hangs open in disbelief, all the color drained from her face. I sit back, trying to swallow the baseball-sized lump in my throat. Finally, Leo breaks the silence.

“So, what do you have to say for yourself, Maddy?”

Her face twists up in anger. “You set me up, you asshole.”

I leap from my seat. “You set me up! You hateful bitch!” Liam grabs my arm, trying to pull me back down. Thank gods his grip is strong because I’m two seconds away from leaping over this coffee table and tearing her face off.

“You broke up my family, you skank.”

Liam’s voice booms. “Don't pin this on her. You broke up our family when you slept with another man.”

“You could have made this easier on yourself if you would have just agreed to my deal, Liam. We could have had the perfect family front and you’d still get to keep your whore.”

“Fuck you, Madeleine,” I spit out.

“Okay, okay. As fun as this is to watch. It’s getting a little too heated for my taste,” Leo says, standing up to step between us. “We all know Maddy here is a hateful shrew. But what do you want from her, Liam?”

“Sole custody. Or I take this to the judge.”

“You wouldn’t,” she snaps.

“Watch me.”

She stares him down with a look of absolute hate. Her eyes dart to me, then to Leo. After several long seconds, her head drops back and she rolls her eyes. “Fine. You can have sole.”

Liam nods. “I’ll have my lawyers draw up the new paperwork. Now, get the fuck out of my house.”

She scoffs then gathers up her things and stomps out. Leo turns back to us, a huge smirk on his face. “This was fun. Let’s do it again sometime.” He leans over and claps his brother on the shoulder, then winks at me and heads toward the elevator.

Once we’re alone, Liam turns to me and frames my face in his hands. “I’m so, so sorry, Riley. I had no idea.” I place my hands on his chest and nod, trying not to cry.

“I never realized she hated me that much. All I cared about was being Philip and Charlotte’s nanny. I didn’t take this job because I thought you were hot. I took it because I love kids and I felt this was a good fit. Falling in love with you was just a bonus.”

He grips my chin in his thumb and forefinger, tipping my face up towards his. “You’re in love with me?”

“Of course, I am.”

He smiles and leans down to claim my mouth with his. The kiss is soft at first but quickly grows rough and passionate. He lets out a low moan and I take that as an opportunity to slide my hand beneath the waistband of his pants.

“Fuck, Riley,” he growls.

I grab his hand and walk him up the stairs to his bedroom. Once we’re there, I push up his shirt and plant featherlight kisses across his chest. He grasps my face in his hands, pulling it to his and kissing me hard. The kisses become hotter, teeth tugging lips, and hands roaming every inch of each other’s bodies. We shed our clothes and I climb onto his four-poster bed.

“You know. I saw this bed on my first day here, and I almost jumped on it to test it out. Good thing I didn’t, huh?”

“If I came here and saw a beautiful woman like you in my bed, I’d have thought I’d died and gone to heaven,” he smirks.

I wrap my hands around his neck and pull his body on top of mine, his weight pinning me down on the soft mattress. His stiff cock finds my pussy, nudging at my opening. I grip his length in my hand and stroke it up and down my clit. He trails kissed down my neck, across my collarbone, and to my breasts. He takes one of the pink buds in his mouth and begins to suck. The sensation shoots to my core. He moves to the other one, giving it a gentle nibble. Pretty sure I’m dripping wet right now.

He continues kissing his way down my body, his tongue drawing a line down my naval until he reaches the apex of my thighs. His hot breath sends a shiver through my body. His tongue flicks my clit and I nearly come on his face at that moment. Another stroke of his tongue against my folds elicits a moan from me. Before long, I’m writhing against his face, my orgasm slamming into me. I lay on the bed, struggling to catch my breath as he looks up at me, his face shiny from my arousal. He kisses his way up my body and captures my lips.

“Condom?” I ask. He nods and reaches into the nightstand to retrieve one from the drawer. He tears it open and rolls it over his cock. I lean up and capture his lips in a sweet kiss, then he thrusts into me. I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him close.

“Riley…” he grunts.

“I’m right here, Liam.” He presses his forehead against mine and grips my ass, his hips pistoning as he drives his cock into my pussy. I feel another orgasm tear through me with blistering heat. I look up at him and see his eyes close as his orgasm follows shortly after. He collapses on top of me, breathing heavily and dotting my neck and face with kisses.

“Wow…Holy shit, Riley.”

Yep, pretty much how I feel right now. Who knew that it could feel this good after a month. I run my hands through his hair, caressing the soft strands. He sucks in a deep breath, then rolls off of me, and pulls me into his chest. He plants a soft kiss on my shoulder.

“Can I tell you something?”

I turn back to look at him. “Sure.”

“Earlier. When you said you were in love with me. Did you mean it?”

I nod.

He smiles and presses a kiss to my forehead. “Good. Because I’m in love with you, too.”

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